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“Would you want to dance with me?”
The request had caught Warren off balance, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. It was the Homecoming dance after all. People asked other people to dance at Homecoming dances.
“You want me to dance with you?” Warren asked incredulously, and then thinking that might sound rude added “After everything that’s happened tonight?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to dance with you” Will’s eyebrows knit together.
“I don’t know, I mean… after everything that’s happened, ” Warren stressed again.
Everything was so complicated. They had just fought off a supervillain that had turned all the teachers, and not to mention Will’s parents, into literal babies. Not to mention that Warren had brought Lyla as his date to Homecoming, even if that had been a bid to make Will jealous. And both those things paled in comparison to the fact that Warren had sworn Will to be his arch nemesis from the day he laid eyes on the son of the man who locked up his supervillain father in prison for 4 life sentences.
Because he hadn’t officially decided that Will no longer was his archnemesis had he? And people didn’t dance with their archnemesis. It simply wasn’t done.
“That’s exactly it though,” Will said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “After everything that’s happened, I realized something…I want to dance with you. ”
The revelation dropped like the one-ton car from placement day over his head. Warren could feel the palms of his hands start to heat up and he couldn’t tell if that was from nerves or if his power was leaking through without him realizing it. He looked down at his hands to double-check. Nope, no flames.
“Warren?” the sound of Will’s hesitant voice nearly made Warren jump.
“Yes.”
“Is that a yes of acknowledgment or a yes to dance?” Will still looked sheepish.
A smile tugged at the corner of Warren’s mouth. “That’s a yes to dance.”
A true smile spilt Will’s face, and it caused a bloom of warmth over Warren’s whole body that felt nothing at all like his powers. It felt like….something else entirely.
Will reached out his hand for Warren to take, but before Warren accepted it he said, “No funny stuff.”
Will crossed over his heart, “No funny stuff. I promise.”
Warren accepted Will’s outstretched hand and allowed himself to be led to the dance floor. Will put his hand on Warren’s waist, clearly intent on leading even though he was the shorter of the two. Warren decided to let the kid have his moment…it’s not like he minded the feel of Will’s hands on his waist.
They swayed to the slow beat of the song that was playing, letting the worries from earlier in the evening when all seemed lost melt away. The lights danced across the gymnasium floor and made Warren feel ever so slightly motion-sick to see the way they jumped around. Or maybe that was because they were hovering above the floor…
“Stronghold…” Warren said through gritted teeth. “I said no funny business.”
“Huh?” Will’s eyes looked dazed and glassy. “Oh! Sorry!”
Warren’s feet made contact with the ground, and slowly with a couple of deep breaths, the motion-sick feeling started to go away. That was when he realized that Will was still at eye level with him.
“Will…you’re still flying.”
Will looked sheepish, “Yeah I think I’m…too excited to stop. Is that okay?”
Warren laughed as the blush spread across Will’s face and down his neck. He could relate, his power tickled along his arms and it was only because he was a couple of years older than Will that he had learned how to keep it reigned in. Will would eventually learn, but for now…it was cute.
“Yes that’s okay,” Warren finally said.
“Good because there’s one more thing I want to do…” Will said all in one rush of breath.
And before he could get a smug response out, Will had crashed his lips into Warren's. Warren had to fist his hands to keep them from bursting into flames and burning Will behind his neck where Warren’s hands were clasped. He shut his eyes to concentrate, but instead of shutting out the world, he shut out everything besides the feeling of Will’s lips on his own.
And for a moment, even though his feet were still firmly planted on the ground, it felt like he was flying.