Wings n' Things: MATURE [ Iso: Angel ]

[Victor Borkowski]

Location: Locker Rooms
Rating: Mature

[/s] a mutant after all. But for the most part Victor got in and out of the showers as quickly as possible. Today was an exception, all he had to worry about seeing him was Warren and after the pretty boy’s stunning victory at maneuvering through the obstacles the Danger Room threw at them, he doubted the winged-male would be noticing anything out of the ordinary. It was a safe guess to think of Anole as just another one of the guys, he didn’t display himself to be a homosexual neither did he believe he had to perform a certain way around people for him to be. Instead Anole was just that, Anole. Victor set his towel aside and turned the nozzles of both hot and cold water but lingered more of the prior just so that the temperature of the shower would provide some steam as cover. The hot water hit his skin and instantly he felt all worries wash away, as if he was being cleansed both physically and mentally. After a while the steady hum of the shower helped alleviate his unwanted defeat and perhaps learn from his mistakes and perform better the next time.
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[Warren Worthington]

Warren followed Victor into the locker room, each young man having just been pushed to his limits. He loved it though, the exhilaration. Warren's breath was still a little elevated, even as he unzipped the black uniform. He was comfortable in it now. He knew that he had been practicing and pushing himself lately but he hadn't expected to be named the winner. While it was true that Worthington had been getting in touch with his more aggressive side he was still often surprised at what he was capable of. He looked over his shoulder at the day's opponent and sighed. He hoped he hadn't over done it.

He pulled the tight fitting garment off his shoulders and stretched his wings slightly to help the rest fall away from his torso. His body felt tight, his muscles tense from the workout. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before he needed food. The Angel slipped out of the rest of the uniform, draping it over the open locker door for the time being. The gloves and boots were set next to the low bench as he pulled down the jock strap he wore to facilitate getting the tight leather on and avoid chaffing. He was a little slower than Anole but another glance toward the green skinned mutant showed the boy's back, the hollow of his spine leading down to the black speedos that looked good. Warren closed his eyes, not wanting to spend to much time looking. He knew he shouldn't be. Yet another aspect about him his father wouldn't approve of.

He took his time, trying to allow his curiosity about the other boy's physicality to pass. He had lived a rather sheltered life as far as these things went. He had not had a normal puberty, his wings keeping him from locker rooms and other bodies as a general rule until he had come here. He was still getting used to the idea of communal bathrooms. Had he not needed the space this shower provided to be comfortable he might have forgone the shower altogether this afternoon.

It wasn't that Warren really had ever considered himself gay, but more that he was simply coming into his own. With that new confidence and attitude came as many questions as answers. He'd spent so much of his life trying to be someone that he wasn't to please his father and society as a whole that who he was and what he would become was still a work in progress. It was kind of exciting in a way. He considered Victor, he too had been born different. For all his inconveniences, Worthington was well aware of the hand that the other boy had been dealt. He wrapped the towel around his waist and moved into the large shower room. Already, steam was rising up and he breathed in the warm, moist air. He hung up his towels, one from his waist and another to be used later to finish drying the wings after he shook them out.

Turning on the faucets on each side of him, Worthington sighed happily as he too felt the water sooth him. Bowing his head into the steady stream he rolled his neck and shoulders. He knew it was best to ignore other guys when standing naked together but he felt compelled to call out over his shoulder, catching sight of Anole in the process before reaching for the soap, "You did well today, Victor." He didn't want to come across as superior but he did feel that the other mutant was really improving, "I thought you had me a few times. I really had to push myself."

[Victor Borkowski]

[/i] think so. I might have done better if I wasn’t so…distracted.”[/b][/color] He had spoke before considering reason, his eyes quickly opened from their closed position to see if Warren had picked up on anything out of the ordinary in the manner that Victor spoke. Cryptic green eyes were forced to take a moment and backtrack his steps a bit. He wanted to rewind time just for a moment and rephrase his last sentence, but alas it was too late and there was nothing left for him to do but tread carefully – or else he might offend his friend.

“What I mean is--” Another pause. This time because he saw himself digging his own grave and there wasn’t much chance of him recovering if he continued at this pace. “Do you like to play games, Warren?” He posed the question only because it was the easiest way to change the subject and get some of the focus off him for the time being. He stared into Warren’s eyes using them as a crutch to force himself from looking anywhere else. His heart quickening by each passing moment.

“Twenty questions, I know it sounds silly but it’s the quickest way to ask the most random questions without beating around the bush. Not that there’s any problem just talking…I mean I enjoy talking…just not—yeah, so twenty questions? Tell you what, you can go first. I insist…” He hadn’t played this game since grade school, he was sure Angel knew the rules – everyone from this country knew the rules when it came to twenty questions. He could only wonder what type of question Warren would have in mind for him.
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[Warren Worthington]

There had been a time when Worthington would have been disturbed by the two of them being alone here. Warren would have taken note of the green skinned freak and turned and gone the other way, lest be implicated by his mere presence. But Warren knew first hand how even beauty was not enough to save a man from ridicule or worse. Thinking about what Victor must have faced without the security that wealth had always provide him, Warren had even more respect for the other man. After all that had happened with the Cure and its repercussions and of what he'd seen of District X he found the fact that people like Victor could even smile and get on with their lives somehow upholding and representing a strength that he could only aspire to.

Still, it wasn't as if the events of the past year hadn't changed the billionaire's son and only heir to Worthington Industries. For one he wasn't about to leave because he was alone with Victor, if anything he had to admit he found the other intriguing. And it surprised him that he found the reptilian aspects of the other boy sort of hot. Warren told himself that he shouldn't go down this path but he just liked how the other guy moved. His smile wasn't too bad either, it reminded the Angel not to stare, "Distracted?" He turned back to his own wall and shook some water out of his wings and sort of fanning them out in a subconscious effort to show off as he too washed his vital areas. The mention of games was unexpected but not unwelcome, "What kind of game?"

"You must have a great deal of faith in the hot water." Or the other boy was interested in continuing this beyond a simple shower together. Twenty Questions... Worthington had admittedly hardly ever played this game, often his fear of having to reveal his mutation key to his sheltered existence. He considered whether or not he was willing to play it with complete honesty. He sighed and finally nodded, deciding to no longer let fear hold him, "Alright, do I ask all twenty and then you go or do we alternate? I'd prefer it if we each took a turn. It seems more interesting to me." Having already decided on his first question, his first real question, that is, Warren asked as his hands still moved along his skin trying to make sure everything was clean now, "Who is your favorite musician or band?" He looked back over his shoulder toward Anole smiling, "Or is that two questions?"

[Victor Borkowski]

[/b][/color] Victor wasn’t the type to actually pay mind to rules being broken or care much when said rules tethered the game in progress. In truth rules were put in place to keep things fair and balanced between two or more party members but at the end of the day they had a strange habit of sucking the fun out of everything. “I listen to quite a deal of punk rock, though my favorite band would have to be Linkin’ Park.” Victor didn’t necessarily dress like a punk though; he usually just dressed casual and kept a close fondness to fitted jeans.

Hearing the water continue to beat down over them served as some sort of a distraction. His thoughts didn’t seem to stray into the gutter as fast as they would if the sound was absent. Victor found Warren very attractive but it boiled down to more than just looks, any blind person could tell that Warren was a hottie but his personality was what really sealed the deal. He genuinely wanted to be kind to those around to him, even if they didn’t repay the favor in the process. Hell, he even saved his father after the man was willing to destroy the very things that Victor marveled at just moments ago, and the same constructs that saved the man’s life during the events of Alcatraz. If that wasn’t enough to see what type of person Warren was, Victor was at a loss for what was. Still, it was his turn to ask a question. One that hopefully would sway things into the direction Victor intended for the game to go in the first place. “So Warren, who’s the hottest person at this school and why?” Subtle enough, though at least the conversation had shifted to sexual interests.
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[Warren Worthington]

"Linkin' Park...they're good, but I have to be in the mood." Warren said as he considered the answer to his first question. He soaped up the soft sponge like puff in his hand and ran it down along the left side of his torso. Soap melded with water and skin, sudsy clouds floating downward into the drain at his bare feet as the swirling water traveled along the same course. The Angel lifted his arm as he bathed, the corresponding wing mirroring the move subconsciously, "I'm more Coldplay, Snow Patrol. Although I really like the Bravery and Interpol too." He didn't know if it was against the rules of the game to not tell the other things without being asked but it was a natural part of conversation. Although if he'd thought more about it, he might have been denying the other the opportunity to ask a question.

Warren hadn't played this game much. He figured the next and first question to come his way from the other man would be something along the lines of "What's your favorite color?" He'd started to ask that one himself but thought better of it. Although, in hindsight he wasn't really on the same wave length as the other boy, not nearly so. But he was about to be. As soon as Victor's question left the other's green lips, Warren blushed.

In another situation it wouldn't have bothered him at all. But standing there in the shower, having stolen a few glances at the way the muscles in the the back narrowed as the reached the base of the other man's spine, he felt a little guilty. He almost cleared his throat but stopped himself and merely swallowed. He didn't know how best to answer the question. Needless to say it was a difficult one. He had a reputation, built upon through the years by countless public dates and tabloid reports. A reputation as a playboy, a reputation as overrated as his lack of mutantcy. He'd hidden his wings for so long that he'd even started to believe he didn't need them.

"There are a lot of people I'd consider hot here at the school." He sighed, knowing he was taking the easy route here. He closed his eyes and shook off the feeling that he should admit his various crushes, one of whom was now taking a shower. Of course he also liked, "Tandy Bowen is beautiful." Carter has an edge. Warren thought for a moment about Carter...he was just so tall and well....built. It was impossible to pass the guy in the halls and not notice. He glanced over his shoulder and shrugged half smiling, "She isn't the only one but guess you'll have to be more specific with your next question." The leaned his head under the stream of water and thought about his next question for Anole. A moment later he asked, "If you could travel anywhere and do anything, what would be your perfect date ans why?" Okay so he wasn't doing such a good job of maintaining the facade he'd worked so hard to create for most of his life. Maybe Victor wouldn't pick up on the fact that he'd just asked another guy what he wanted to do on a date. Not that Warren would ever actually take him on one, he couldn't do that. What would his father think, god forbid that something like that ever got out into the press.

[Victor Borkowski]

[/b][/color] Of course Tandy was pretty, don't get the young pickle wrong, but it wasn't the answer he was looking for, wasn't the answer he was hoping for. Being alone with the other male in this lack of clothing situation would make anyone spazz much like Victor was living up to. Still the water had run cold and the odd awareness that Warren most likely didn't find him fanciable caused Victor to turn the rushing waters off to a dripping pulse. Releasing the nozzles with his hands he grabbed the dry towel from nearby and wrapped it around his waste feeling that the session was about to begin. All the while Warren seemed to be thinking before the man looked at him and asked the million dollar question.

Anole now with his back turned to the angel, wasn't quite sure how to take this question. It obviously could be taken as a pansy sort of response and it could just be a genuine male to male bonding session, either way Victor had no clue what to say that wouldn't immediately give him away as being a paper pusher. He paused as if mimicking the other male's sense of thought, giving into his inner likings for the question and all it's potential answers it had to offer. The reptilian mutant took a lone seat at the bench provided behind him, and looked up at the angel physique if only briefly before darting his eyes to something that wouldn't make him have an erection - like the dirty clothes basket. His lips curved into a sly smile as he finally figured out how to approach the this inquiry and hoped that Warren could pick up the hidden meaning of it all. "My perfect date? Probably would involve some intense training followed by a shower and then a batch of twenty questions, but that's just me." He smiled, if only briefly. His green orbs wondering back to the tall winged stature of a man. Heaven help him not to take it the wrong way.
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