Escaping Perfect

Just some snibbets to show the progression of the relationship

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*One*

“So, how long have you been playing football?” Jace asked from across the room.

Warren looked up from his homework, pausing to consider the question. “Long enough. Why--this some type of interview of something?”

Jace shook his head smiling. “No. You know I’m a photographer and not a reporter. I was just wondering. You are a very tight lipped individual, Warren Brick and I …I think I like it.”

Warren flushed. His attention was shot to hell, his pulse beginning to rise as he looked at Jace rather demurely. Jace wore a slight smile of his full soft lips. “Well, not all of us can be chatterboxes like you Jace Howard.”

The only response was to smile and kiss.

*Two*

“I find it amazing that you can grow up in the same time town and not know too much about someone you’ve been in school with forever.”

Warren stood against the counter, munching on one of the cookies his mother had so painstakingly made for him. “I never thought about it, but it’s so true.”

He finished the cookie, before offering Jace another. The photographer shook his head. At the moment, more inclined look at his newest spread of photos. The majority for school, but some for his own private collection--the Warren Brick collection.

“You’re right, Jay.” Using the nickname that Warren had come up with for Jace.

“Thank you. For example, what’s your birthday?” Jace jumped as he felt Warren’s warm breath over his shoulder. “I remember your mother always making cookies and cupcakes, but I never knew the actual day.”

“November 12.” Warren picked through the assorted pictures. Mostly, things from school and sports events. A picture that he vaguely recognized caught his eye. His long form seemed to stretch to heaven as he held the football ready to release. The sun radiated against his back, giving him an almost spotlighted effect of emerging from the black and white darkened green turf of the football field. He looked like a sports god. The realization made his cheeks flush.

“Good to know.” Jace took the picture back.

“Nice pic-picture. Very nice.”

“Thanks.”

“So, when’s yours?”

“February 14.”

Jace finally had all his pictures stacked together, but Warren still managed to wheedle the one he’d viewed previously out of his hands. “One, I you’ve got to be kidding? Two, if you’re not, then I think you have something to really look forward to next year. Three, can I have this picture?”

Jace nodded quietly. Internally, he cursed himself for getting too wrapped up in Warren. The picture was so obvious about what was happening. Or at least, what was happening to him. “You think you’ll be around for my next birthday?”

“Yeah--” Warren ducked his slightly. Before diving in for a short peck on Jace’s cheek. “If you let me?”

Play it cool. Play it cool. Jace shut up that little voice in the back of his head and gave into Warren’s words. “Oh, for sure.”

*Three*

“After high school, my mom wants me to study in Europe while pursing a modeling career.”

“Europe, are you serious?” Warren barely reined his jealousy in. Jace was more than gorgeous enough to model. Model clothes. Model shoes. Model a burlap sack. The only thing, though they were still early in their relationship, Warren felt as though he should be the only one Jace should model for; after all, it was boyfriend propriety and all.

“My mom used to be a model. Now, she’s a professor. She knows the business and knows what it takes to succeed. And jeez, for as long as I could remember, she was always telling me that I had it. The stuff it takes to be a model. When I took up photography, she was even more ecstatic.”

Warren listened attentively. Though, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to pay attention to Jace’s words, rather than the sensual movement of his lips, Warren found himself in a battle of wiils. “But you, Mr. Brick--” Warren wondered if his leg was thumping as Jace’s slim fingers raked through his cropped blond hair.

“--Are going to be the next great sports superstar.” Jace continued his smooth strokes in Warren’s hair.

A long breath blew between Warren’s lips in lazy anxiety. “That’s what my dad wants me to do…I think from the minute I was born; he’s been calling me ‘Champ’.” He leaned into Jace’s touch. He grabbed the other boy’s hand and placed it on his neck. Touch was so comforting when you felt your world was in constant threat of collapse.

“I--I don’t want that.” Grey eyes searched for their green counterparts. Jace eased off, understanding and compassion pouring through his hands.

“What do you want?” His words a near whisper, but loud enough that the question resounded within Warren’s head like it always did.

“I want to be happy. I want to be free. I think I want to be a teacher.”

The embrace was truly needed. Jace’s body fit perfectly against his; shorter, thinner, but warm, radiating a heat that seemed to be the only thing driving the internal coldness away. “Teaching is a very noble profession. I respect your desire immensely.” Warren welcomed the hug and continued to keep Jace against him with minimal strength.

“I hate football and I know football--” He laughed slightly. “Football would be terribly difficult if anyone found out about this. Therefore, I don’t want football anymore.”

Jace pulled back slightly. “ It wouldn’t matter to me if you liked it or you didn’t, I’d still be there for you.”

If ever Warren wondered when he fell in love with Jace Howard, all he needed to do was look back to this moment.


*Four*
“So, I was wondering…”

“Yes.”

“I’m not your first, um …you know.”

“I know what?”

“I’m not your first boyfriend.”

“No, Warren…But, you are the sweetest.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

“So, how many would you say you’ve had.”

“Enough…maybe, four.”

“Four?!”

“Bobby, Kevin, Francesco, and Michael.”

“Michael? As in Michael Schneider?”

“Yep.”

“Oh my god, he was such a tool! I can’t…no…no. NO! I can’t believe you went out with asshole.”

“Hey! Michael was a jerk sometimes, but I still loved him. So, don’t talk about him like that.”

“You loved him, really?”

“Yeah, we broke up, because he didn’t think a long distance relationship would work out--”

“How do you feel now?”

“I feel just fine…Warren, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I wasn’t worrying.”

“*Sure*, you weren’t.” Just get over here and I’ll show you what makes you so special to me.”

“Okay.”


*Five*

“You were amazing!” They were in private now. Jace rushed over to Warren and wrapped his arms around the bigger boy’s shoulders.

The kiss was fast, furious and hotter than anything Warren had ever experienced. Jace’s mouth moved like liquid fire; tongue darting and out. Lips sucking and teeth nipping--grazing over Warren’s jaw line ever so lightly.

“Wow.” Warren whispered surprised. He licked his swollen lips as they tingled from the furious action from moments before.

“That was your reward for victory.”

Warren contemplated his reward and found winning to be satisfactory for the first time.

*Six*

“Would you be interested in doing something, you know--like after the game?”

“Why Warren, are you asking me out on a date?”

Warren rolled his eyes in fake aggravation. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking?”

“Well in that case, I think I’d really like to.”

Yeah! Warren couldn’t resist the urge to reach across Jace and essentially lift the smaller boy into his lap. Jace landed with a slight ‘ummf’. Warren’s grey eyes were darkened, lids heavy and lap beginning to harden and swell.

“You know I could get used to this.” Jace turned to straddle Warren’s legs.

“Yeah?”

Jace shook his head, tsking in feigned shame. “If you’re vocabulary is so limited to yeah’s and wells, then I may have to find someone with a…more extensive vocabulary.”

The movement was fast and sudden. Beneath his back, the sudden feel of the soft mattress lessened his surprise at the previous action. Warren loomed over him. Nestled comfortably between Jace’s long slim thighs, the advantage and streak of possessiveness surged heavily through him.

It was getting harder and harder to stop at this point. The vision of Jace spread out before him, looking coy and slick at the same time was enough to make Warren want to chuck away every part of his present life and ask Jace to run away with him. A dream--yes, a complete and total fantastical desire.

But looking at Jace, it was hard for Warren to not imagine him saying yes. Maybe dreams were possible.

TBC/?

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