peter was relentless. I didn't understand his obsession with celestials, his obsession with me, but it was obviously going to be an issue. It quickly became clear to all of us that Peter was going to keep coming after me, or sending other people after me, until he finally got what he wanted, which we naturally couldn't let happen. So we all had to come up with a plan on how to keep Peter and his men away from us.

Ty's immediate suggestion was to watch all of the Home Alone movies and take very thorough notes on how to borderline torture intruders that come into your home. At that point, Ian suggested we study up on H. H. Holmes and take a few pages out of his book. Both of these were, of course, absolutely terrible ideas, but it was nice that Ty and Ian were joking around instead of being terrified.

"I vote we pick up training again. After Aristatch, we all enjoyed a nice break and a chance to relax, but now we need to get back to doing what we do best." Warren said seriously, looking at Ty, Ben, April, and I specifically.

"What, get our asses kicked by you, or get shot?" Ty asked jokingly, chuckling a little bit, making the rest of us chuckle too.

"Exactly." Warren responded, also joking.

"Does this mean I get a suit too?" Ian asked excitedly.

"We could make you one if you want. Just go ahead and start working on some designs so we know what you'll like." Steven responded, looking to Jess to make sure she was ok with working on a new suit too.

"I'll help you draw it." Ty offered Ian kindly.

"So we're gonna start training again?" I asked, trying to get us all back on track.

"Yes." Warren replied bluntly.

"Are we gonna be beating you up with our powers, or fighting each other like we did when training Ben and April, or something else entirely?"

"A mixture of both I suppose. I think I can handle you guys using your powers on me, my only request is that Ben doesn't hit me with his gloves or boots."

"I won't." Ben assured. We talked about it some more, before Warren eventually just announced that he, Ben, April, and I were going to go down to the weight room so we could begin working out and sparing with him and all of that stuff, while Ty and Ian began working on designs for Ian's suit, and Steven and Jess said they were going to run a few quick errands.

Warren had us each doing something different. Ben was running on a treadmill, I was going to town on a punching bag, and April was being spotted by Warren while she bench pressed a barbell. After a few minutes, Warren had us all rotate what we were doing, then had us rotate again after another few minutes. He kept us going like that until we were all exhausted, at which point he let us go take showers, get food and water and stuff, and relax for the rest of the day. Soon after that, we all went to bed to got to sleep.

***

The next day was very tense. All of us were working on training in any way possible pretty much all day. We fought Warren, fought each other, rotated around various different exercise equipment, went on runs, practiced jumping across buildings, and just about anything else that Warren was able to think of. While we were doing that, Steven and Jess were working on Ian's suit, along with taking random breaks to do only god knows what.

Steven and Jess were acting kind of weird. At first I thought they were just sneaking away to make out with one another or something, but they seemed scared and secretive, so I began to think something else was going on. I wanted to ask Steven what he was doing, knowing that he would likely tell me given how close we were, but I also didn't want to invade his privacy. I managed to stave off my curiosity long enough to make it to the end of the day, where I was finally able to relax. Or at least a little bit.

It was just Mike and I in our room that night, which was kind of ideal for what I wanted to talk to him about. After discovering that the nerves in my crotch were super sensitive, and honestly felt amazing when I ground down against Mike's thigh, I was eager to get more of the feeling. I decided to bring it up to Mike on one of the nights that Ty was sleeping in Warren's room, because he had had a nightmare the night before, and really just needed Ty to be there with him.

I figured that if I was going to ask Mike if he and I could do more than just make out that night, then it was best to do it when Ty wasn't going to be around so that he wouldn't be put in any kind of uncomfortable position. So, Mike and I were making out, and I was laying on my back while he hovered above me, straddling my waist. Mike and I pulled out of a heated kiss so that we could both breathe, and I saw my opportunity to talk to him, so I took it.

"Hey Mike?" I asked softly, cupping the side of Mike's face with one of my hands. Mike immediately gave me his full attention, and I loved him so much for it.

"Yeah?" Mike asked.

"I think I'm ready to do more than make out."

"Like...you think you're ready to have sex?"

"Yeah. But only if that's something that you want too. I would completely understand if you're not ready, and would rather wait."

"Gill, if you think you're ready, then I am too. How do you want to do this?"

"I have an idea, and it's not really 'traditional', but I think it's the best that we can do." I sit up, causing Mike to sit back on his feet to make room for me.

"What do you have in mind?" Mike was ready to try anything with me, and it was so fantastic.

Mike and I continued to make out softly while removing our clothes. I knew I was ready, but I was still nervous, and was kind of drawing things out as much as possible. Mike didn't seem to mind though. In fact I was pretty sure he was doing the exact same thing. Pretty soon, the both of us were completely naked, and kind of just continuing to make out for a little while, but then I told Mike to grab the bottle of lube and a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand. We had decided to stalk up so that we were prepared when we did decide we were ready, and boy was I glad we did.

After Mike rolled the condom on, I laid back down on my back, and pulled Mike with me so that he was between my legs, hovering over me once again. Mike and I kissed softly as I helped him rub lube on his dick, then guided him so that his dick was pressed between my thighs, and when he would move, he would rub against the sensitive skin of my crotch. It felt great for both of us.

Both Mike and I were gasping and moaning softly, trying to keep it down, as Mike rocked himself back and forth against me. It definitely wasn't as much as I wanted, and I was sure it wasn't as much as Mike wanted either, but it still felt amazing, and left me practically drooling as I breathed heavily up at Mike.

"Gill, honey, I'm sorry but I don't think I'm going to last much longer." Mike told me, and it was clear on his face that he wasn't lying.

"Go ahead Mike. Don't be sorry. I mean, that is kind of the point right?" I chuckled breathlessly and Mike gave me a weak grin. "Can you just, please, go a little harder?"

Instead of responding, Mike just ground down harder against me, causing me to gasp kind of loudly and throw my head back, as much as I could at least, and squeeze my eyes shut tightly. Mike let out a little moan, and his hips seemed to jerk roughly of their own accord, which was heaven on Earth, as he came into the condom.

When he was done coming, Mike didn't move for a little bit. He and I both just laid there panting breathlessly, Mike with his eyes closed lightly, and me staring up at him in slight awe. I reached up I gently cupped Mike's face again, rubbing my thumb over his cheek. Mike slowly blinked his eyes open to look down at me tiredly.

Without a word, Mike pulled away from me, got up, put on some clothes and left the room. I didn't know where he was going, or why, but it didn't feel that great if I was being honest. The fact that he just got up and left without a word made me feel really bad.

I knew that I couldn't offer him everything that other men would be able to as far as sex went, but I thought that we would be able to work everything out. I thought that we had worked it out, especially considering the fact that he seemed to have enjoyed himself during the sex. But that didn't change the fact that he had just got up and left without saying anything else at all.

I climbed out of bed and pulled on a thick pair of pajama pants and a baggy sweater, then climbed back into bed, burrowing myself in the corner, and pulling the covers all the way over my head. I knew that I was going to be sweating like crazy in no time, but I didn't really care at the time. I felt myself start to cry, and I let the tears fall, only making sure that they didn't burn me.

It felt like a very long time before Mike came back into the room, but it was probably just a few minutes. Mike seemed to know that something was wrong right away, and I didn't know if he could hear me sniffling, or just knew that me being huddled under the blankets in the corner was not a good sign.

"Gill? Are you ok?" Mine asked. I flinched slightly at the sound of his voice, but didn't respond. I felt the side of the bed dip as Mike sat down, and he placed a hand on my shoulder, but I just shrugged it off.

"Gill? What's wrong?" Mike asked, sounding worried.

"You could have said no." I told Mike, feeling myself start to cry more.

"What do you mean?" I rolled over and moved the blanket off of my face so that I was looking up at Mike. He looked worried and confused.

"If you didn't want to do it you could have said no. I told you that. I would have listened, and it would have been ok."

"What are you talking about Gill? I did want to do it, which is why I said yes. What's going on?

"Mike, I know that I can't do things that other guys can do. I just... I did my best, and I get that it's not perfect, but I enjoyed it, and I'm sorry that you didn't, but there's only so much that we can do." The tears didn't stop falling from my eyes, but they did start stinging a little bit.

"I don't understand. I know that we're limited, but I enjoyed it too. Please tell me what's wrong because I'm getting really worried, and I want to help. Do you regret it? Did you feel forced? What's going on?"

"I don't regret it. You're the one who just got up and left."

"What?" I sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

"You just rolled off of me, got dressed, and left without saying anything. You know...like you didn't want to be around me anymore. Like you got off and that was all there was to it." Mike seemed to understand, and his face softened into a look of guilt. I let Mike pull the blanket off of me, and pull me into a tight hug. He pulled me into his lap, and cradled my head against his soft chest. Mike kissed the top of my head and began to rock back and forth with me softly.

"Gill, I was just leaving to take off the condom and get a washcloth to clean the both of us up. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you thought I was leaving because I regretted it. I don't regret having sex, I swear. It was amazing, and I'm so happy that you trusted me enough to tell me that you were ready to move forward with our relationship. I'm so sorry Gill. I never meant to make you feel bad. I love you." Mike told me, speaking softly and comfortingly the whole time. I knew that he was trying to comfort me, but I just felt guilty when he finished talking. I groaned in frustration, hiding my face in Mike's chest.

"I'm sorry Mike. I guess I just jumped to the worst possible conclusion, and I'm sorry. I'm sure this is not at all what you were hoping would happen immediately after losing your virginity. I love you too Mike, and I'm so sorry. I never should have questioned you. I know you care about me, and love me, and want me to be happy and comfortable, and I want the same for you." I looked up at Mike, feeling really bad. "Can we try and not let this effect whether or not we do it again in the future? Because I really did enjoy it, and I promise I won't be this crazy and unreasonable in the future."

"It's ok." Mike chuckled. "Let's just both agree that we had a moment where we could have probably communicated better to begin with, but that everything is ok. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm kind of exhausted. Want to go to sleep?" I nodded, and Mike and I got ready for bed.

We snuggled really close to one another, and Mike help me very tightly to him. Everything was great.

Well, actually, things were a tiny bit awkward between Mike and I the next day, but we didn't let that change how we acted with one another, and Warren keeping me constantly in motion honestly helped me clear my head a little bit. But then when Warren gave us a break for lunch, my mind began to wonder back to the night before once again. i was a little confused, and worried, and i felt like i needed the advice of someone I trusted, so I naturally went to Steven.

"Hey Dad?" I asked tentatively, standing in the doorway on Steven's lab, where he was luckily alone.

"Yeah kid?" Steven asked in response, glancing up at me and giving me a smile, but continuing to focus on what he was writing.

"Can I talk to you about something? It's kind of awkward and personal." At that, Steven looked up at me, looking a little concerned as he put his notebook away and gave me his full attention.

"Of course. Is something wrong?"

"Not necessarily I guess."

"Well come tell me what's up." Steven sat on a table, and I came into the lab to sit at the table across from him. I swung my legs nervously, and refused to make eye contact with while I talked to him.

"I know that you probably don't want to know this, but Mike and I did it for the first time last night, but things didn't go so well when we were done." Steven blushed a little and looked away, chuckling awkwardly, but still giving me his attention, and looking concerned.

"Is everything ok?"

"I don't know. When he was done, he got up and left without saying anything, and that really upset me. And he and I talked about it, to make sure that things were oke between us, but I still don't feel good. I just feel bad, because it's not like I can actually do everything that other guys can and I just worry that Mike's not actually happy with me. I guess I just want to know what I should do."

"Ok, first of all, I'm glad to know that you guys are being responsible, and not putting you at risk and talking through any troubles that you're having. I'm obviously raising you right." Steven said with a chuckle, making me grin. "And second of all, I'm sure Mike is very happy with you anyway. Mike is a sweet kid who loves you very much, and no doubt understands and accepts that you have limitations. Lastly, I think you should talk to Mike about how you're feeling. I know you said that you guys already talked about it, but I think you should talk to him again. I'm sure Mike would want to know if you're upset about something, especially if it's about your relationship."

"Ok. I just...I don't want to upset him."

"You won't."