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WARNING! The following story contains slash as in male/male relationships, at one point male/male/male. You no like, you no read. I did warn you. Oh and it's a teensy bit angsty…
Lone AngelChapter 5, By The Pool.
"Please come down to the pool Warren," Bobby begged again as he stood facing his winged friend, dressed in ice blue swimming trunks with a towel over one shoulder. Warren stood with his hands trembling behind his back as he tried to answer without stuttering too much,
"I don't…I mean I don't think…"
"Please? No one will laugh at you and don't say that wasn't what you were thinking because I know you."
"My feathers go horrible when they get wet."
"Easily solved, don't go in, sit at the side with our non-swimming Russian friend," Bobby said with a smile, "Please Warren, you're too pale anyway, need to soak up some sun."
"Ok, I'll go just let me get changed," Warren said quietly, shutting the door. Bobby waited with a smile on his face for the five minutes it took Warren to change and open the door. The angel had on deep navy blue trunks and a white t-shirt.
"Why the shirt?" Bobby asked as they began the walk to the pool, both holding their towels in one hand.
"I feel more comfortable in a shirt," Warren answered quietly, a faint blush staining his cheeks as they arrived at the pool in which Kitty was swimming quite contently while talking to Peter who was sat alone on the side.
"Hey Bobby, Warren," she said with her beaming smile waving at them. Bobby was obviously checking out her purple bikini top.
"How's the water Kitty?" Bobby asked, dropping his towel by Peter.
"It's lovely." On her response the Iceman grinned and jumped in, splashing everyone around him with water. Slowly Warren placed his towel with Bobby's and sat on the side near Peter, his wings stretching out at his sides for a moment before he controlled them and pulled them into his back.
"Is everyone wearing sun block?" Storm asked from her side of the pool. Most people answered yes and the few that hadn't were quickly pounced on by their friends to do so, Warren was one of those who hadn't.
"Turn away from me Warren and I'll do your back for you," Peter offered.
"Oh I'm going to keep my shirt on but thanks anyway," Warren said with a deep blush, his eyes staying firmly on the sun block bottle in his hands.
"What? Why? You'll never get a descent tan that way Warren," Peter asked while giving Warren a pleading look, yes Peter the huge Russian man of steel was giving someone the puppy dog pleading look. And all because he wanted to see Warren without his shirt on.
"I-I alright," Peter gave a silent cheer at his success, "But if anyone laughs…"
"No one will laugh at you Warren," Peter said as he watched his friend slowly and awkwardly pulled off his shirt. Many of the students stopped what they were doing to stare in shock at him, at his very muscled upper body. His muscles weren't large like Peter's but they were well defined and extremely toned.
"Work out much Warren?" Kitty asked approvingly as Peter began to rub the sun block onto Warren's skin around the wings.
"Um no, it's a side effect of flying," Warren blushed very deeply as he started to rub the sun block onto his chest.
"Now that's a good side effect, the rest of us poor people have to work for how we look," Bobby said after swimming over, bobbing in the water by Kitty.
"You think it looks good?" Warren asked surprised, his hand briefly stopping on his arm where he'd just begun to apply the sun block.
"Hell yes, don't forget to do your legs Warren," Bobby said with a broad grin, "Race you to the other end Kitty!" The two took off while Warren rubbed his face.
"Thank you for doing my back Peter," Warren smiled slightly as he moved onto his legs, twisting back round so he and Peter were shoulder to shoulder.
"Where did those scars around your wings come from?" Peter asked. Warren sighed and bit his lip before he answered.
"When my wings started to grow I was nearly eight and my father constantly talked about how sick and disgusting the mutant problem was and it was only beginning then. I didn't want to let him down or make him hate me so I-I tried to grate them off," Warren explained softly, "He heard me crying in the bathroom, it hurt so much. That's how he found out. It was then he started trying to find a cure, so that he could cure me."
"You really tried to grate them off?" Peter was horrified.
"It's all in the past…Now as I've never sat beside a pool before so what do we do?" Warren asked as Kitty and Bobby started fighting noisily in the water.
"Well we sit, talk, soak up the rays and watch Bobby as he makes a fool of himself," Peter said leaning back onto his elbows.
"Alright. So what shall we talk about?" Warren asked, slowly starting relax.
"Well as you've just told me your story why don't I tell you mine? I've never really told you much about my life in Russia have I? Want to hear about it?" Peter asked as he sat up quickly.
"Alright."
"Well I was born at home in a little village called Anatevka because we had no way to get to a hospital in time…"
A/N There we go and yes I did borrow the Russian village from 'Fiddler on the Roof' but when I went to Russia in April we passed through loads of villages exactly like it and I couldn't think of another name so in it went.