Meaning of Rings

Title: Meaning of Rings.
Authors: azure_chaos & LS/Sarafimm
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Scott/Warren
Rating: Adult 18+
Warnings: AU, BDSM, First time, Kinks, Graphic m/m sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warren or Scott or any of the X-men universe. No money has been made.
Summary: Scott Summers had just turned 18 and along with the usual presents he gets the one thing he’s wanted for so long but thought he never would have…Warren.

This is a collaboration with LS/Sarafimm.
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Chapter 3

The brunette hoped his friend didn't see his hands shake as he turned off the faucet and unplugged the drain. He got out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist and hiding his thickening arousal. He gallantly helped Warren up and out of the tub, handed him a towel and grabbed a second one to run over his still dripping wings.

Wincing as he straightened up, the blond’s knees had all but gone to sleep. He took the towel and quickly dried off his chest and legs. His wings fluttered instinctively to shake them free of water. His cock was fully hard again and he couldn't believe he was about to go to bed with his best friend. Rational thought had pretty much gone on vacation.

Scott walked into the main room with a silly grin on his face as he towelled himself off after Warren's wings sprayed him. Again. The grin disappeared as he noticed the open blinds over the windows. In a place where people could build ice slides or easily climb up the building, they needed a bit of privacy. He moved to close the blinds and the one open window.

Did he lock the door when he entered? He moved to check and made sure it was secure. A side trip to his clothes and he pulled the lube from his pants pocket.

Warren dried off and tossed the towel on the side, he took a deep breath before stepping out into the bedroom. "I've never done this before," He said, probably somewhat unnecessarily.

Scott stood up from his clothes, "Neither have I, but ... I've done ... research." He turned to face the older man and opened his hand to reveal the tube he held.

He took some comfort that he wasn't the only one who was a virgin in all this. He looked down at the open hand and swallowed hard. Warren dragged his eyes up to look into his face.

"Um ... I ... top or bottom?" He asked feeling somewhat flustered. Scott had planned this, researched it. How long had he been thinking about doing this? Was it always with him that he thought about it?

Scott walked over to his friend and soon to be lover. He lovingly placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him briefly on the lips, "Let me drive first and if you don't like it, I'll let you drive next time." He hoped there'd be a next time.

Warren's wings fluttered in response to the words and gentle kiss. He licked his lips and nodded, "Okay." He turned his head and kissed the hand that had been on his cheek, bringing his hand up to hold it.

"How..." Scott swallowed down the emotion that thickened his throat, "How do you want to do it? On your knees or on your back?"

"I don't think I could on my back, with my wings in the way." Although he wanted to be able to see Scott's face, he knew it wouldn't be comfortable to lie on his wings like that. "On my stomach?" He half asked.

Scott nodded, "We could do that, too. I just thought you might like me to touch you while I'm inside you. Wrap my hand around you, make it ... feel good—better."

Warren moaned softly at his words. He'd opted for his stomach, unsure if his arms would hold him up. He nodded, "I ... yeah ... that sounds..." His wings shivered again and he was fairly sure he didn’t need to finish the sentence.

"We could place pillows between your wings to raise them up a bit or under your chest so your arms don't have to bear all the weight," Scott glanced over at the bed to see if it would work. Warren's bed was king sized to accommodate his wings and height and had more than enough pillows, most of them decorative and probably came with the bedroom set. He noticed a foam roll that looked like it was made to be a neck rest, but it would go between Warren's wings if placed vertically instead of horizontally.

Discussing it was taking altogether too long for Warren, his nerves were rising and he was afraid that he would back out. He walked over to the bed and climbed up onto it, moving some pillows under his chest he settled on his hands and knees. His wings unfurled, spreading out then folding back in again. He bit his lip. They would come up with a way to have sex face to face before next time ... assuming there would be a next time.

Scott moved up onto the bed behind Warren, his own cock hardening at the feast spread before him. If he wasn't so horny, he'd like to take his time, and he had to hurry before Warren changed his mind. He wanted to make this a good experience for his friend and with his new lover’s wings in front of him, he could use them to keep him aroused and distracted when it came time for penetration. He ran his hand down the blonde’s sexy ass, fingers sliding into the crevice while his tongue danced down his spine.

Warren moaned and squirmed, his butt wiggling slightly from side to side, muscles shifting tantalizingly beneath the skin.

Scott found and pressed gently against the tight little pucker. Warren's wiggling doing most of his work for him as he smoothly circled the clenched muscle. He popped open the tube of lube with his other hand. It took a mere moment to squeeze a small dollop onto his waiting fingertips, which quickly began to massage the wriggling ass beneath him.

Letting his head hang down, the moans fell from Warren’s lips at the probing pressure at his ass. He breathed heavily, "Please..."

A finger pushed in to the first knuckle, continuing the same tiny circling motion. Gradually, the circle began to get wider. Scott added more lube as his friend's pucker began to widen. He added a second finger quicker than he thought he'd be able to do so. Warren was much more relaxed than he expected.

The avian groaned at the breach and was surprised at how good it felt, sure it burned a little but it mostly felt good. He'd always thought that having something in there would hurt a lot. He didn't understand how it could ever be pleasurable. That was before, right now he wanted more and as if reading his mind, Scott added a second finger. He gasped, and then pushed back slightly.

Scott smiled at Warren's reaction and began adding an in and out motion to his circling. The hand warmed lube was easier to dispense and Scott took barely a second to add it to the growing entry point, he gently began to spread his two fingers apart while allowing them to penetrate further.

Arching his back slightly, it tilted his ass and he cried out at the contact deep inside him. His wings were thrumming with his arousal. "Oh ... god ..." He gasped, rocking his hips back. Those fingers felt so damn good.

Scott's cock began to throb in anticipation, a small drop of clear glistening fluid forming at the tip. Ever since he'd seen the handsome winged mutant he'd been thinking of this day, never to believe it would ever happen. And now, that angel was under his control, writhing at his touch. He spread his fingers even more, wondering if he was prepared for a third finger. He tried and succeeded, tightly, but the lube eased the way.

The addition of another finger brought the first real stab of pain and Warren winced and whimpered slightly, but he didn't try to pull away, he took deep breaths and stilled his rocking a moment, the pain slowly dissolving into pleasure, he moaned and pushed back again.

Scott was scared he'd hurt his friend and was about to pull his fingers away, but Warren pushed back into his hand. He added more lube and was more careful, keeping his fingers bunched until they moved easily within the tight aperture only widening the spaces between as Warren's muscle allowed. He placed a large dose of lube in a line down his own cock before capping and tossing the tube near the end of the bed out of the way. He used his free hand to spread the lube around his cock mixing it with his leaking precum.

"Warren, I think you're ready for me now," he said, moving closer between his friend's legs. "Lift up your ass a bit if you want me to try."

Scott's words some how managed to cut their way through the fog of lust in his mind and Warren arched his back and raised his ass up. His wings unfurled to the sides. This was it, he took deep breaths, desperately trying to relax.

Scott slowly withdrew his fingers, admiring the entryway his cock would take, the tight perineum and thick ball sac covered in fine, yellow fuzz below. He guided his cock with one hand while steadying Warren's hip with the other. The hot entrance beckoned and he entered slowly, carefully, watching for any sign of flinching or pain from his friend.

Warren sucked in air as he felt the cock nudge its way inside. It was better than fingers ... better than anything he'd ever felt before, there was still the slight burn, but that just seemed to add to it. His cock was rock hard and leaking under him. He curled his hands into fists in the bed covers. Eyes tightly closed as he fought to keep control.

"More..." He gasped out. "Please, Scott, ... fuck me."

The velvet heat wrapped around his cock as it entered. The urge to surge into the moist heat consciously held in check. "I will," Scott answered through clenched teeth. It felt so damned good! Better than any woman! He allowed himself to slowly push forward, he watched Warren wince, as the base of his cock got closer to his entrance. It was wider and thicker. He stilled and rubbed the space between Warren's wings until the pain left his face before he pushed on. When he was fully seated he stopped, the need to pull back out barely controlled. Warren needed to be comfortable with him all the way inside before he was willing to begin the rigorous movement of fucking.

The blond was panting by the time Scott was all the way in, partly from the stroking between his wings and partly because he felt so full up. That cock felt so huge inside him, and he felt like it was something of a miracle that it had made it all the way in. Sweat had gathered on his brow. A flutter ran through his wings in a wave and all he wanted at that moment was to be fucked until all rational thought left his brain … not that he had a great deal left. He pushed his hips back slightly, a silent signal that he was ready.

Scott started with a shallow out and in movement until Warren began to move with him. He wasn't sure how long he'd last.

The small thrusts were going to frustrate him to death. Warren pulled his hips forward and slammed them back, showing Scott how he wanted it.

Scott grabbed a hold of Warren's hips, finding a rhythm with which they could move. He shuddered at the tight velvet warmth that engulfed him again and again. He reached forward and the tips of his fingers brushed the hard cock that nearly poked a hole into the bed beneath. At the next surge forward, he grasped it and his still slick hands slid down to the base.

The hand on his cock seemed to flick a switch in Warren and made him thrust his hips back harder and harder, desperate to increase the depth and pace of penetration ... he wanted to cum, wanted to feel Scott cum inside him. It was all he could think of ... drawing them both towards orgasm as that hand slid up and down his cock while his hips thrust back and forth.

The sound of skin slamming into skin sounded loud in Scott's ears, but he wasn't going to stop. The sensations were beyond his imagining! He'd never felt so wonderful! He was fucking the man he'd been dreaming of since he'd first saw him arrive at the mansion! He surged, he pushed, and he pounded his way into the tight sheath beneath him, marvelling at the view of muscles and feathers as they fluttered in a parody of flight. He wanted to kiss him, but their efforts were too brutal so he gave himself solace in clutching the thick hard meat between his fingers, rubbing, caressing and pumping it in time to his thrusts.

Warren threw his head back and cried out as his body tensed, clamping his ass muscles down tightly on the invading cock. His arms shook under the effort of keeping him upright and he started to pump his cum over Scott's hand and the bed, he panted harshly for air as his second orgasm crashed over him more intensely than the first had in the shower.

Scott gasped as the first muscle spasms clenched around his shaft, the tightness making it harder to force his way in or pull back out. It was the greatest thing he'd ever felt before and threatened to push him over the edge. With trained, rigid self-control, he kept his hand pumping Warren until he began to grow soft, then he gripped his friends hips and allowed himself to let go. Teeth clenched to stop himself from crying out, he plunged into his friend's ass to the hilt forcing it in as far as it would go before cumming in heavy jets.

The feel of his insides being bathed with hot spunk was incredible and Warren groaned with pleasure at the sensation. He got a grip on his breathing and pulled his wings in, slowly sinking to lie on his front on the bed. "Incredible," He whispered.

"You're," Scott panted, as he pressed into his friend's ass reluctant to pull himself out and end the moment, "incredible."

Warren blushed. He felt so good, so satisfied and happy. Nothing else mattered except the two of them. Fear slowly crept up his spine that Scott would leave now. His ass muscles tightened as if that could stop him from pulling out and leaving him. Right now he just wanted to be held by his lover.

A trickle of sweat trailed down from Scott's temple and he realized how tired and sweaty he'd become trying to create this experience with Warren. It would take some time for Warren to recover and take up his offer to fuck him should he wish. He slowly pulled out and moved to the side where he could look up at his friend on the pillows. "Thank you," he said simply, but he hoped his new lover saw the size of his gratitude in his face.

His brow creased, even as he pondered shifting to lay his head on Scott's chest. No one had ever thanked him before and that was mildly confusing. "For what?" He asked softly. Afraid that that he was being thanked because it would only be a one off event.

"For letting me get close enough to understand you a little better," Scott whispered, his hand rose up to push some of Warren's sweaty blond locks out of the way so he could see his gorgeous blue eyes. "I thought you'd tell me to leave if I told you I wanted to fuck you or be fucked by you."

Warren blushed and moved over to curl up against him. "I ... I'm not even sure where this came from. But I don't regret it. At first I thought you were making fun of me. I couldn't believe you were serious."

"I've been watching you since you first arrived," Scott admitted, pulling Warren closer. "I didn't know ... I thought you were straight, but the Professor has always told me to observe before jumping to conclusions."

He couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up, "Always thought I was straight, too." Warren's mind caught up with what Scott had said. "Since I first arrived? Really?"

“Yes, since you first arrived,” Scott smiled. "I noticed those girls you were with never lasted very long once they started making demands. You wouldn't commit yourself to a serious relationship and I wondered why.”

He smirked, "Gold diggers." He knew them for what they were, but had his fun for a while until they showed their true colors. "Besides, none of them ever satisfied me the way you have today," he blushed. He thought of the gift he'd bought Scott that sat wrapped in his drawer and wondered if he should give it to him.

"About that," Scott hesitated. "I'd ... I'd like to continue to...” He blushed, "The Professor would say 'explore this relationship'." His imitation of Xavier eerily accurate after years spent with his mentor.

Warren was consumed by laughter at the impersonation; it took a few moments to sink in that Scott might think he was laughing at what he wanted. He pulled himself quickly under control and looked up at him with honest eyes. "I think I would like that. A lot." He chewed on his lip. "I got you a gift," He blurted.

Scott's worried frown dissolved at his acceptance and agreement. "You got me a gift?" he asked, wondering what type of gift Warren would think of getting him.

He reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled it open. He paused a moment to look at it thoughtfully. "I almost changed my mind about giving it to you. Didn't want you to think I was trying to buy your friendship. It’s just ... you're special to me. I don't think I realized how special until now." And with that he held out the gift.

Scott eyed the two toned watch, it looked like it was made out of silver and gold, but knowing Warren it could be either white gold or platinum coated. He wished for the zillionth time he could see without the rose quartz coloring everything he saw. He took it and turned it over to examine it before putting it on and noticed the two snaking initials inscribed on the back 'SS'.

"You're probably right," Scott said, looking at the expensive piece, "I would've wondered why you gave it to me." With Warren in his arms, he couldn't easily put the watch on. "You want to help me with this?" he asked, jiggling Warren a little to show he couldn't move his arm, but was reluctant to do so anyways.

Warren watched him nervously as he studied it. His heart sank as he started to speak but soared as he finished what he was saying. He smiled, "You like it?" Reaching out he fastened it around Scott's free wrist, he'd been right it did look perfect. "It’s shatterproof and waterproof and god knows what else proof."

"It's a bit more expensive than what I would have bought myself, but shatterproof?" he smirked, "We'll find out." He turned into Warren, bringing his arms around him and gently kissed his lips.

He met the gentle kiss with soft lips. "You should be able to put it under the Professor’s chair and have him wheel over it," Warren chuckled.

"I'd rather test its limits in other, more adventurous ways," Scott answered with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Warren chuckled and buried his face in the crook of Scott's neck. He realized he could get very used to this intimacy. He pulled back and looked up into his face, "Does this ... I mean ... are we ... what are we now?"

"Lovers," Scott answered, with just a hint of question. "We could probably get away with 'Mates', but that might come off more as the Australian term of friends," Scott said, "And I rather be much more than just your friend."

Warren chewed his lip thoughtfully, there were a million thoughts crashing through his mind and he gave a small smile. He was going to assume that they were going to be a secret, he didn't know how to ask that question but he figured he would take Scott's lead on it. Then he made the comment about mates, and he wondered if Scott actually planned on telling others. "I want that too. Will ... I mean ... do you want it to be a secret?"

Scott sighed. This was the difficult part. There was good and bad to being known as male Lovers.

"Do you really want your father to know you're into men?" he asked. "The Professor doesn't care. He's known about my sexuality far longer than I have. I'm not sure how Hank or Bobby might see it. And Jean, well, I don't know her enough to tell what her reaction would be. And then there's the Press. The Professor usually keeps them away, but you know how they dig and follow you around every time you show up with your parents in public. The Professor can't keep them blind forever. But ... I'd *love* it if we didn't have to keep it a secret, even just a quiet relationship, just between us here at the mansion. I can ask the Professor what he thinks the other's reaction might be. He's got the degrees in psychology not me."

Warren sighed and pressed his face into that spot again, the crook of Scott's neck seemed to be made for him to hide his face in. He knew he was right, that his father would cut him off, that the press would have a field day with the gossip. Hank would no doubt reel off some scientific stuff and Bobby would probably giggle. A lot. He didn't want to hide in their own home. He nodded, "That's probably best. I just don't want to have to creep around. We shouldn't have to. I won't pretend that I don't have feelings for you. I don’t think I could do that if I tried." He reached up and lightly caressed Scott's cheek blindly.

Scott covered his hand with his own and kissed it, sad that the future for them was unclear. He glanced at the time on his new watch and matched it with the time on Warren's nightstand alarm clock. They were the same. "I'll ask the Professor about our situation after dinner, although, I've got to warn you, he may want to talk to you, too. Which leaves us with two hours of free time. What would you like to do with it?" He smirked.

Warren wiggled slightly and brought a wing around to blanket over them somewhat. "Snuggle," He murmured. Then there was an after thought, he asked, "What was all that stuff about me being your slave?"

"Ah, yes," Scott smiled. "It all depended upon what happened between us. I have a bit of a dominant streak in me as you're probably already aware," he said referring to his role as team leader. "That extends into the bedroom."

He frowned into the warm neck, then pulled back to look up at him again. "In what way?" He was slightly confused; he had no experience of domination in the bedroom.

"I like to call the shots. I'll probably be telling you what I want to do. Often," he replied. "I'll take what I know that you like into consideration," he reassured him. "We'll have to have lots of discussion on what you and I both want to do, too. You may eventually find you like to top instead of bottom," he added.

Warren swallowed; he wasn't sure whether he was scared or aroused by the thought. He figured he was going to have to do some research into all this, so that he could be prepared. If he was honest, he shouldn't be surprised; Scott did have a very strong personality. He nodded to all that Scott said.

"There are some website links I can give you and see what you like and don't like. It's a give and take both ways. More like a marriage than just a friendship," Scott turned Warren's palm and kissed it.

"Okay," He agreed quietly.