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A whole month off work. It was long enough to recover, long enough for his knees and shoulders to stop aching, long enough to burn and burn and burn and do nothing but think.
The constant company was also good. Maybe it wasn’t. Flambae had a hard time detangling where his frustration was coming from day after day, just that it was there, under the skin, a parasite that could so easily be burned away if he had any fire to give.
But, he’d been cleared by medical. He was allowed back in the training facilities until he was cleared for the field by Robert.
By fucking Robert.
Who, for all Flambae knew, was keeping him away from a real assignment for as long as possible. As much as Robert swore up and down that nooo, he was holding Flambae back for his safety, until he could get his head on his shoulders, until he wasn’t being so reckless. Flambae would show him reckless.
“Okay, Waterbitch,” Flamebae ground out, staring Waterboy down like he could turn him into a puddle from across the sparring mat. “Ready?”
“I think I actually call that,” Robert said, voice lame and unimpressed.
“Then hurry it up Mecha Bitch, some of us actually have lives outside of this place,” Flambae snapped back. His life outside of work was largely regulated to hanging out with Prism and the recent addition of Waterboy, both of whom were in the room, one watching, one about to get his ass kicked.
But Robert had to draw it out. “Well I have to go over the ground rules. No drawing blood, no attempts at lethal injury, only glancing blows. Whoever pins the other on the carpet for five seconds or more first—”
“Gets to be back in the field—so fucking come at me!”
Whatever strings Prism pulled to get him fighting Waterboy was a godsend. Flambae could see his fists shaking from across the room. Waterboy didn’t want to hurt him. It was almost sweet until Flambae considered the idea that Waterboy thought the was too brittle. Then Flambae wanted to snap his stupid goggles in half.
So Flambae took a deep breath and let the fire inside of him roar to life, coalescing at his feet and propelling him into the air. Before Waterboy could try to strategize about his opponent being an off balance target, Flambae aimed for the chest and shot across the room with Alice’s newest boy toy as his target.
Coward he was, he yelped and ducked, using a short spray of water to propel him further away so all they really did was swap starting positions. Flambae was able to turn quickly, though, sharply, and grabbed Waterboy by the collar on the passby to drag him into the air.
“Glancing blows!” Robert called after them.
“H-Hi!” Waterboy said anxiously, trying to pry Flambae’s fingers free of his suit collar. When he realized that wasn’t going to cut it, he summoned a waterspout beneath his feet. The cold water spray began to douse the flames underneath them both and Flambae felt a renewed wash of anger fall over him as they began to plummet.
“You bitch!” He sneered, trying to angle them so Waterboy would hit the ground first. Waterboy did something with his legs to kick up the waterspout and splash it into Flambae’s face. It forced him to let go, which then forced them apart. They hit the floor a few feet from each other, scattering away in the tumbling of bodies. Flambae heard Prism cheering as he set his entire body alight to chase off the feeling of being doused and climbed to his feet even as the fall made his blood pound in his ears.
When he regained himself and looked over, Waterboy was standing too, sliding back into a defensive position. He wanted to stay on the ground? Flambae would fight him on the ground.
Rearing back, a deep breath was all Flambae needed to send a roaring wave of fire from his mouth and directly into Waterboy. What was most unfortunate about that is that Waterboy summoned a wave in front of him, killing the flame where the two powers met and creating a screen of steam which made it hard to locate his opponent. It would also make it harder for Robert and Prism to see Flambae grinding him into the mat.
So Flambae sent small bursts of flame into the steam, catching glimpses of Waterboy’s form obscured by the rising steam. It was getting tiring, leaping from flying to walls of flame to repetitive attacks, but Flambae wanted to win. He wasn’t injured anymore. He could fight. He could fight. In the shadows of the steam, Waterboy was gearing up for an attack of his own, and Flambae charged.
He caught Waterboy around the waist. They both landed on the mat hard and Waterboy made a sharp noise of pain, but he was still in the fight and quick to bring up his arms to protect his head when Flambae started to try and break those goggles for real.
It wasn’t working. Waterboy could take hits with the rest of them. So Flambae took another deep breath, he lit his shoulders and his fists on fire, he was going to melt that stupid suit right off of him—and Robert’s annoying voice came ringing “No lethal damage!” as Flambae prepared to get off the fucking bench.
And then a wave smacked into him.
A giant, freezing cold wave rushed up on the left side when Flambae wasn’t expecting it and knocked him flat onto the mat about six feet away. The cold water stung his overheated skin, got up his nose and into his ears, got stuck in his lungs and soaked into his clothes and stuck his hair to his face. Angry, fucking furious, Flambae snarled and tried to recall his flames, but they wouldn’t come. The heat, the sparks, they couldn’t light.
“S-Sorry!” Waterboy gasped, sitting up with a fat lip. He made a grasping motion and the water on the floor gravitated towards him, but the water that was soaking into Flambae’s suit stayed. He tried to light himself one more time, two more times, but it wouldn’t come, the fire wouldn’t come—
“Ookay,” Robert said warily, like he was about to pass Waterboy the victory, like he was about to tell Flambae he needed more physio—
“I’m not—” Flambae didn’t even realize he was gasping for breath until he tried to speak, didn’t even think to clear his throat until he was coughing up water. “I’m not done yet.”
“You are soaked,” Robert observed oh so very unhelpfully.
“Hit me,” Chad said to Herman, bringing his fists up to his face. He didn’t need his powers. He could beat a bitch black and blue any day of the week without needing so much as a candle.
“I-I-I—” Herman had a bad boxing stance. Chad could crack a couple ribs with the opening he had been left.
“This is not what we’re here to do,” Robert said.
“I can fight!” Chad shouted, and he lunged towards Waterboy. Instead of rising to the occasion, Waterboy flinched back. Chad swung at his head, Waterboy ducked beneath his arm. Chad tried to turn and get him in the kidneys, but a sharp spray of water hit him in the face and sent him sprawling.
“Sorry, s-sorry!” Waterboy yelped, tossing down the ropes of water he had summoned like they stung him. “I-i-i-it’s reflex.”
Most of Chad’s hair had fallen out of his pony tail and was now cold and sticking to his face. It made him feel messy and unkempt and fucking beaten, but he wasn’t beaten. Chad got to his feet and tackled Waterboy again, ignored Robert’s shouting, raised a fist and—
And a sparkling pink shield covered Waterboy’s face.
“He said you’re done bitch, stop acting a fool!” Prism shouted. The shield got underneath Chad’s chest and threw him off of Waterboy like he was fucking nothing.
“Fuck you!” Chad shouted. His face felt hot. His eyes were stinging. His breath was catching in his chest and he was cold. He didn’t want to look at anyone. He didn’t want anyone to look at him. It was almost as humiliating as being benched for another week, but Chad got up and stormed away. He punched a dummy on his way out before kicking the door into the change room open.
Was he breathing? Had Chad really just been beaten by Waterboy? Did Prism just stand up for fucking Wet Wipe? Chad replayed the fight over and over in his head. How did he fuck up? He had been burning shit down since he was eight and he couldn’t tolerate a little water? Five days was all it took to take him out of active duty? He punched a locker, relished in the way the heat of his fist seared into the metal, and stalked towards his dufflebag of dry clothes. He needed to be dry yesterday.
He was still toweling off his hair when he broke outside. The miserable, oppressive and humid California heat was a beautiful thing. It made Chad itchy, but most things did those days. Sudden sounds. Cold showers. Large strangers on the sidewalk. He could defend himself, he knew he could, he had been doing for over twenty years just—just—
Water? That’s all it took? A little water?
“Chad! Ch-Chad!”
Chad waited for the sound of Herman’s wet footprints to catch up to him before turning around. He was ready to get in Herman’s space, look down on him and sneer him into the pavement, but Herman was standing with his back straight. Something feral and scared told Chad to jerk away when he had to look up instead of down, but he wasn’t a pussy. He just stepped closer until they were chest to chest and he could spit up at Herman. “If you came here to pity me, Mop Boy, I’ll beat your seaweed ass here in the parking lot.”
“N-No, no!” Herman said, eyes big and blue and kind of wild. “I-I-I don’t pity you I—I res-res-respect you I, we’re friends, you know—c-colleagues, we, u-uhm—”
Chad turned on heel and continued towards his car. “You caught me off my game. I’d fucking cream you any day of the week.”
“I know! I know you would!” Herman yelped, chasing after him.
“You know—what is your fucking angle?” Chad snapped. He didn’t know why he was humoring Herman or trusting anything the slime said, but he was angry. He was angry that Alice was bringing him around more, angry that he hadn’t been laid in a month, angry that Robert was lording this one incident over him for weeks—
“I-I don’t have an angle,” Herman said. He was breathing heavy like he had run from the gym. His busted lip was big and red. It gave Chad a little bit of pride that he’d been able to injure him at least a little.
“I don’t have an angle,” Herman repeated. He started blushing, really blushing, and shrank in on himself. “D-d-do you want to f-f-fuck me?”
“What!?” Snarled Chad.
“I-I, um.” Herman shut his eyes tightly and held his locked fists up by his chest like he was confessing. “I-I really like that y-y-you me and Alice are friends and I-I like that you make fun of me be-be-be-because it makes me feel included b-b-but I also, I also know you’ve h-h-h-hhhad a hard month a-a-and I was thhhinking if you, if you f-fucked me you might… feel better?”
Chad started at him for a long moment. Herman peaked at him with one eye like he was expecting Chad wouldn’t be standing in front of him anymore.
“O-Or! Or we can—we can pretend like I—l-like I ne-ne-nev—like I didn’t s-say anything and I-I-I’ll just, I’ll just g-g-go home—”
Chad grabbed Herman by the collar of his wet suit and slammed him into the hood of his car before swallowing the yelp Herman made with a kiss.
The yelp was still there, just muffled by Chad’s lips, and then Herman seemed to get the message. He was an awkward kisser, like he wasn’t exactly sure how open his mouth needed to be, but Chad could work with that. He pressed Herman harder against the hood, stood between his legs and forced Herman to hunch to his height. It felt good keeping him off balance, it felt good to nip and suck at the split he put in Herman’s lip and make it angrier and poutier and redder.
“Is—” Herman was gasping when Chad finally let him go. “I-Is that a yes?”
“Get in the car,” Chad said, and Herman swung his legs over the hood with more grace than Chad expected only to crawl into the passenger seat.
Chad was on autopilot, he told himself. He was listening to his dick. He had his foot on the gas and his hand on the wheel careening through late night Cali traffic because he hadn’t slept with anyone in a month, not because Wet Wipe propositioned him. There was no reason for Chad to want to fuck him, but no reason for him not to, either. Right? Right. When he reached over to grabbed Herman’s thigh, when Herman tried to hide the pathetic sound he made and how tense he became, Chad thought it was fun because it was always fun with the shy ones. Not because it was Herman. Not because Chad wanted to grind him into a paste.
At least Herman didn’t try to make small talk the entire ride to Chad’s apartment. He didn’t try to make small talk from the car to the front door to the elevator, either, just followed Chad’s lead. He gasped a little when Chad pressed him up against the elevator wall and put a thigh between his legs, but he settled in like he was melting and fell into kissing Chad again. In the times before Chad had considered fucking Waterboy—important distinction there, Waterboy, not Herman—he had always thought it would be uncomfortably damp. He was very pleased to learn that was Herman leaned into him, when he made desperate noises into his mouth and tried to crawl into his skin, all there was between them was steam.
If anything could be said about Herman, it was that he was eager. He understood pretty immediately that he was meant to hump Chad’s leg, and that he was meant to kiss back, and that he was meant to grab and hold. Chad pressed up against him tighter, grabbed Herman’s hands and held them against the wall even though Herman was taller than him and could easily break away if he wanted to. “You that desperate Water Bitch?”
“Ye-ah,” Herman said, so shameless it was almost cute.
The elevator door opened and Chad grabbed him by the hand just to drag him to his apartment. It made him feel strong having someone with Herman’s weight tailing behind him. Having a thing for taller guys wasn’t exactly a charm when Chad was already 6’4, but on chance occasions like this, it kind of felt like winning the lottery to find someone able to top his height and be comfortable under his hand.
Once Chad got Herman through the door of his apartment, he didn’t want to let go of him. He put Herman against the door and locked it, grabbed the zipper of his wetsuit and yanked it down until he could latch onto Herman’s neck.
Immediately, Herman buckled at the knees, sinking against the door and muttering a moan as he grabbed Chad’s hips. His hands were shaking, Chad could feel it, and he bit harder into Herman’s trap just to feel him tense up and shiver apart again. While he worked on aggravating the split in Herman’s lip, Chad lined their hips together to rut through their trousers and grinned when he felt the tent Herman was pitching.
“How long you been thinking about this?” He asked, holding Herman away when he tried to chase his mouth.
“Uh,” Herman went kind of blank like he was searching for a specific moment while rutting into Chad’s leg, “a-a-a while.”
“You really are pathetic,” Chad told him, sinking his fingers into Herman’s permanently wet hair and snorting when Herman bent at the knees to give him better leverage. There was only two inches between them, but Herman was doing everything he could to make himself smaller, easier to push around, easier to direct.
Peeling Herman off the door felt like a disservice, but dragging him into the bedroom was second best.
“Don’t you fucking think about getting on that bed,” Chad said, stalking off to the closet while Herman stood there awkwardly wringing his hands together. He looked a mess, hair pulled out of place and skin ruddy and suit halfway open and a tent that could more accurately be described as a yurt in his pants. Chad kind of loved it.
“I—uhm, sh-should I get undressed?”
“Should you get undressed—unless you want me to rip a hole in that stupid suit,” Chad sneered. At the back of his closet with his full cardboard box of surprises was his sex blanket. Next to it was a second once Alice gave him once Water Bitch had been onboarded to their movie nights. It had been a whole thing.
Chad threw the blanket at Herman, who had been in the process of pulling his zipper down. He bluescreened for a moment, trapped between whether he should be making the bed or getting undressed, and Chad took the moment to adjust himself in his trousers as he watched Herman lay the blanket over the bed.
“U-Uh, is this—?” When Herman turned to get Chad’s approval, Chad shoved him onto the bed and crawled into his lap.
Herman’s hands and his long fingers came up to frame Chad’s face and pull him into another kiss. It was sweet, it was eager and hot, but it was not what Chad wanted. While he ground against Herman’s bulge and made him wheeze, he pinned Herman’s hands above his head and pulled on that swollen lip some more.
“You are going to sit here and do whatever I tell you to and nothing more, right Wet Wipe?” Chad said.
“Y-yeah,” Herman said, breathless, so breathless just from kissing, and it made Chad feel powerful.
“Keep your hands here,” Chad said, and Herman did, even when Chad cupped his face and dove in.
Sitting on Herman’s stomach, feeling him squirm and writhe in the sheets while Chad devoured his mouth made Chad feel like some kind of god. Herman could buck him off, could be grabbing his hair, could be dousing him in water and doing whatever the fuck he wanted to him, but he wasn’t, because Chad told him not to.
Chad wanted to keep him there in that place of expectant want and denial for as long as possible, but his own cock was starting to ache, so he decided they could get on with it. He grabbed the zipper of Herman’s wet suit and dragged it further down, following the revealed skin with kisses he made sure burned against Herman’s skin. He tasted like sweat and it was so good it was kind of embarrassing. Chad hoped he didn’t look as drunk on it as he felt, the smell, the power.
And the whole time, Herman kept his hands politely crossed at the wrists above his head, right where Chad had left him.
He started making noises, though, lots of noises, once Chad passed his rib cage. A kiss to his ribs, a bite to his navel, Chad licking the salt from his skin where his happy trail started, it all made him twitch and whimper and whine like it was the most divine torture he had ever experienced. He rotated between staring at the ceiling and looking down at Chad, so red in the face Chad wondered if he was capable of bursting into flame too.
Instead of pulling Herman out of his suit just yet, Chad pressed his face against Herman’s crotch and mouthed at his bulge. It was a weird feeling, sucking on latex instead of cotton or skin, but it got the same reaction. Herman’s legs fell open, his toes curled, and he let out the highest whimper Chad thought he had ever heard out of a man in bed.
“Sensitive, Water Bitch?” Chad asked. He rubbed the heel of his palm up and down the shaft of Herman’s dick where it made a clear outline through his suit. Seriously, how had Chad not noticed this thing sooner?
“Mhm mhm mhm—” Herman was sucking on his busted lip now. Chad wondered if it would be swollen all night.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Chad said.
“T-Trying—” Managed Herman.
“Are you really going to cum in your suit from just this?” Chad asked, but he added a bit more pressure just to watch Herman struggle and arch his back.
“No—” He swore, but Chad could feel him twitching.
“You’re right,” Chad took his hand away, and Herman’s groan was mournful, “you need to keep it up until you get me off, that’s the deal for tonight.”
“O-Okay,” Herman said, like it was that easy, like Chad could do whatever he wanted to him and he would say yes.
At that, Chad pulled Herman’s wet suit down his hips and revealed that all he wore under all that spandex was a little navy blue jockstrap. Chad eyed the jockstrap trying and failing to wrangle Herman’s frankly absurd but proportional cock before looking to Herman’s dumb awkward smile and nearly cracking up.
“What do you do with this thing?” Chad asked, flipping over Herman’s legs so he could kick his wet suit off.
“I-I-I d-d-don’t follow?” Herman squeaked.
Chad pulled off his shirt and made a show of rowing his arms back when he tossed it away so he could puff his chest out. “You fight people with your dick like that?”
“Wh-wh-what else would I-I-I do?” Herman asked, but he was asking Chad’s nipple piercings.
Chad straddled him again, and yup, Herman was really fixated on those nipple piercings. Just for that, Chad had to lean down and kiss him again. He kissed the corner of Herman’s mouth, under his ear, and rocked his hips back. “You wanna touch?”
Herman nearly bucked him off before he started nodding, moaning next to Chad’s ear when Chad worked on a hickey. “You can take your hands down,” Chad told him, and Herman’s hands flew to grab handfuls of his ass. Chad was grinning, drunk on the power he had, and rocked backwards into Herman’s hands before one groped up his side and found one of his piercings.
“Oh—” Chad gasped, and Herman bucked up again.
“I-I like making you f-ff-ffffeel good,” Herman said, and Chad laughed.
“Then you are going to love this next part,” he replied, having to get up to finally take his trousers off. Herman watched him go, watched him strip, and followed Chad’s boxers as they went from his hips to his ankles. Chad nodded to the bedside table once he felt like Herman had gotten enough of an eyeful. “There’s lube in the bedside. Grab it.”
Herman scrambled over himself to do just that, nearly ripping the entire drawer out of the nightstand in his haste. Chad laughed at him as he climbed back into the bed, as he put a pillow behind Herman’s head, as he leaned down to kiss him another time because he just looked so desperate for it.
By the time they separated, Chad had the lube in hand. He poured a stripe in the divot between his fingers and Herman bent at the knees to give him easy access, but Chad just grinned, lifted himself up a bit, and reached behind to stuff himself full of his fingers.
Finger. He did start with one, because he wasn’t crazy, but Herman didn’t need to know that. Herman’s eyes went wide and his red mouth fell open and Chad felt his cock twitch against the back of his thigh. Herman’s hands shot to Chad’s thighs, gripping and massaging like if he didn’t hold onto Chad, he’d implode. “I-I—y-you?”
“I’m going to ride you ‘til you cry? Yeah,” Chad scoffed like it was the most obvious thing. As he worked a finger into himself, he could feel Herman rolling his hips in the air, desperate for more contact, excited by the change in expectations. Chad wished he could speed the whole prep part up a little bit, but he wasn’t risking it when Herman looked like he took every penis enlargement pill in porn ads ever. What he could do is reach over Herman, laugh at his eyes gravitating back to his nipple piercings, and snatch the poppers out of his bedside table.
Chad poured more lube on his fingers, sunk down to the first knuckle on two of them, and used his free hand to take a hit. The head rush gave him a moment of bright clarity and his fingers sunk a knuckle deeper. The tension that had been winding in Chad’s shoulders all night gave away and he groaned in relief, letting his chin fall to his chest as he began working his fingers in and out. Herman’s hands on his thighs were gripping tighter and tighter until one smoothed up Chad’s body and wrapped around his cock.
Chad laughed away the last of his high and rocked into Herman’s fist. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“N-No,” Herman said, watching the head of Chad’s cock disappear and reappear in the circle of his fist. “I-I w-w-wuh—”
“Want to suck my dick, bitch?”
“Mhm,” Herman whined.
“Next time,” Chad promised him, having to take a sharp breath as he worked on a third finger. “Next time I’ll fuck that mouth of yours.”
He hooked put his thumb in Herman’s mouth and grinned when Herman immediately took it on his tongue. “Didn’t think you’d be such a bitch for it.”
“Can I—” Herman reached around to pull Chad open and god, his hands were big. “C-Can I help?”
Chad snatched up his left wrist and sucked on two fingers. He certainly didn’t drool over Herman’s fingers as much as he did Chad’s thumb, but enough would be enough. Chad brought Herman’s hand back behind him and let his head tilt back when one long, bony finger began pressing inside of him. The stretch felt so good and Chad leaned further back just to feel Herman’s cock twitch against his backside and imagine how that stretch would feel.
“Just like that,” Chad told him, and Herman was careful about it as he rocked his finger deeper and deeper along the rhythm of Chad’s fingers still buried deep inside himself.
And you know, from Chad’s vantage point, Herman looked at mess. You’d think he was the one getting fucked. He was red and sweaty, melting into Chad’s sheets, writhing like it was Chad’s fingers in him and not the other way around. Chad liked domming bigger guys, sure, but they were always too macho about it for it to be really fun. Herman though, he was shameless in a way Chad had not been expecting, vocal in his pleasure and his desire to be good in a way that Chad wanted to exploit for as long as possible.
“Fuck yeah,” Chad gasped, sliding his fingers out and wiping his hand clean on the sex blanket. He reached for the bedside one last time to grab a condom and knelt between Herman’s legs to take stock of the situation while tearing the package open.
Herman’s eyes were big and black, his hands constantly reaching for Chad, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Viciously, Chad considered taking a photo for a moment, texting it to Mecha Shit and getting cleared for field work. Herman had been pinned for much longer than five seconds.
Instead, he pulled the jockstrap aside and finally wrapped his hand around Herman. Or tried to, at least. Fuck. Herman dug his heels into the bed like he was being tortured as Chad squeezed his cock from root to tip and admired it. It was pretty. A little bit of a lean to the left, but the thing was long and just thick enough to be intimidating. Chad was tired of wondering what it would feel like, rolling the condom down Herman’s cock with a generous amount of lube. One last hit of the poppers and Chad straddled Herman before sinking down on the head.
“Oh fuck—” Herman cursed, slapping one hand over his mouth and grabbing Chad’s hip with the other.
“Fuck that,” Chad said, panting, as he grabbed that hand and put it on his collarbones. “I want to hear you scream for me baby.”
“Nngh—” For the first time all night, Herman seemed to be a little resistant to Chad’s instructions.
Chad would let him have it for however long it took for him to get on this dick. He rocked his hips forward and backward as he tried to sink past the head, jaw falling open and long groan being pressed out by that lovely cock making room inside of him. Chad balled up his fists on Herman’s chest, ducked his head and moaned every time he lifted up and sank a precious quarter inch further than the last time. Herman held one of his wrists, rubbing back and forth over the bone, and reached between his legs to jerk him off while Chad tried to sink down on more.
“O-oh shit,” Chad groaned, rocking into Herman’s hand, then back on his cock, again and again in an endless loop of pleasure. The stretch was a glorious pressure deep inside of him that seemed to make everything else quiet. And the best part was Herman writhing in the sheets, eyes shut and expression desperate as he chewed on his bottom lip. Chad rocked up onto his knees to kiss him before falling back onto his haunches and moaning when he managed to take the whole thing in the down stroke. Herman shouted and grabbed a handful of the bedsheets. It was easily the most reaction Chad had ever drawn out of a top just sitting on his dick, and god did it make him feel strong.
The more Herman sweat, the more he steamed, and the hotter the room got, and the more he sweat. Chad felt in his element, over-hot and sweaty and so high on the pleasure of a good dick that he couldn’t help but to smile. Bouncing in Herman’s lap was not how he expected to end his day, but god, was it a great finale. Herman was panting, moaning, drooling on the blanket. When Chad put two fingers in his mouth, he licked between them and Chad could already imagine what he’d tell Alice. The easy submission pouring off Herman was intoxicating and Chad wanted to devour him, wanted to make him cry, wanted to make him cum so hard he couldn’t stand.
“Oh fuck, oh fffuck, Ch-ahd, Ch-ahd—” Herman sobbed, immediately going back to sucking on Chad’s fingers like it was his only purpose. He was trying to roll his hips in time to Chad’s rhythm but it was dissolving into a desperate jerking of his hips as he was wound tighter and tighter. Chad wondered how long he could hold Herman on this edge as he found himself burning hotter, needing more, his voicer going higher and getting louder as the pleasure built in every part of him.
Most guys didn’t really appreciate when Chad caught fire while riding their dicks. Most of them panicked, and rightfully so, because Chad had set fire to a couple blankets before. But when Chad caught fire riding Herman’s dick, when he felt flames licking at his shoulders and the pleasurable rush that accompanied that kind of release, Herman’s voice pitched up and he squeezed Chad’s thighs.
“Y-You’re so—ffuck—hh-hot and-and—oh god—ssstrong—fuck—” Herman whimpered, palming up Chad’s body until he could grab his hair. Chad had a moment where he tried to decide if he liked that or not, but he did like it when Herman sat up on his elbows and yanked Chad into a kiss.
With their mouths still smashed together, breathing into and of each other, Herman whimpered. “I—I n-need to cum—c-can I please cum?”
Chad grinned, shoved Herman back into the pillow, and took him as deep as he could, relishing in the stretch and the fullness and the bright pleasure that accompanied when he started to jack himself off in earnest. “You wanna cum?”
“Pl-hease,” Herman begged, one hand tangled in his own hair, the other on Chad’s side.
“Just like this.” Chad moaned low in his throat as he rocked back and forth with Herman seated fully inside of him. It probably wasn’t much for Herman, which was almost the best part, but it meant that he was pressed right up against Chad’s prostate in this constant pulsing stream of pleasure. “You wanna cum bitch? Come on. Hurry up.”
“Hgk,” Herman said, throwing up his hands and covering his face.
That was about all the warning Chad got before Herman’s hips lifted clear off the bed, nearly unseating him entirely. Herman’s hands snapped to Chad’s hips and held him down before his hips snapped up again. Unexpectedly, Chad shouted, his own orgasm knocked out of him sudden and sprawling. He could feel it in the quivering of his legs, the quivering of Herman’s legs, his desperate gasps and whimpers and the bruises he was pressing into Chad’s hips with his superhuman grip. Chad couldn’t even care, he didn’t care, not when he was holding on for dear life and trying to stay tethered to the real world while painting white all over Herman’s stomach.
“Oh, fuck,” Chad groaned, collapsing forward with his hands on either side of Herman’s head while he waited for the stars to blink out of his vision.
When they did, what he saw was the dazed eyes of Herman, who was flushed and panting and still steaming. Chad realized he was still burning and laughed to himself as he collapsed on top of Herman to put out the flames for him. Maybe having someone who could cool him off around wouldn’t be so terrible.
Herman’s hands were shaking when they crossed over Chad’s back and gave him a squeeze. This was definitely something Chad didn’t do with hook ups from bars and Grindr and the like, but he’d let Herman have it. Seemed like the guy needed it. Chad clenched just to be cruel and enjoy the stretch a little longer and Herman whimpered. Chad rose into shaking legs until Herman fell out of him and then collapsed to the side, absolutely spent.
“Fuck,” Chad said into the sheets.
“Y-yeah,” Herman said. They breathed next to each other for a few moments. “D-did that work?”
“Oh my god, that’s like—the lamest thing you could have said,” Chad said, raking his hair out of his face. He looked at his cum drying on Herman’s stomach and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bathroom is that way.”
“O-oh, r-r-right, um—” Herman flung his legs over the side of the bed. He actually looked almost coordinated until he tried to stand up and stumbled. Chad smirked, fully relishing in the prideful feeling he got from watching Herman limp to the bathroom. Chad knew he wouldn’t feel so chuffed once it was him taking small steps tomorrow, but he’d enjoy it for the night.
In fact, when he heard the sink going across his apartment, he crawled to the edge of the bed and reached down for his phone in the pocket of his trousers. When he opened his messages, Alice had already texted him.
Pls leave him in good enough condition to work tmrw xoxo
i fuckin knew you were a part of this
Ur welcome <3
Herman walked in looking about five times shier than he did when he left, crumpled in on himself and trying to cover his pride in a way that was supposed to look accidental. Chad just raised an eyebrow at him and Herman cleared his throat before reaching down to pick up his wet suit.
“What are you doing?” Chad asked, gesturing with his phone.
“U-Uhm, getting d-d-dressed?”
“There’s another waterproof blanket in the closet.”
“O-okay?”
“So get it??” Chad sneered. “Unless you want to sleep in spandex, but that’s crazy.”
Herman pointed to his chest and then Chad. “Y-you want m-me…”
Chad started nodding as Herman trailed off and picked up the rest of the sentence. “…to grab the other blanket.”
When Herman turned to the closet, Chad rolled over and kicked the dirty blanket off the bed. Herman laid down the new one, very hesitantly climbed back onto the bed, and seemed to forget that to do with his arms when Chad landed next to him and laid his head on his shoulder.
“This is the part where you put your arm around me and say I’m very hot, because I am,” Chad explained, opening Tik Tok on his phone.
Herman put his arm around Chad kind of like he was waiting for Chad to start laughing, but then his hand landed on his bicep, and Herman squeezed, and he adjusted like he was getting comfortable.
Chad angeled his phone so Herman could see his screen too. “Can you believe people make more thirst traps of Victor than me? Who wants to fuck a bat?”
Herman laughed and Chad tried not to let him see him smile.