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Robert knew he had something of an oral fixation.
He always had, truth be told, ever since he was a teenager. There was always something in his mouth; a pen, a cigarette…a cock.
He loved the sensation of something pressing down on his tongue, the hot and heavy weight of a partner’s growing desire. It satisfied a deep-seated ache within him, scratched an itch his fingers could never quite reach. His mind would go blissfully fuzzy, white noise taking the place of everyday stressors, sending him to a place where he could float and moan and just simply…be.
Ever since losing the mech suit though, he hadn’t had the time for things like casual hookups. SDN ran a tight ship and by the time he was done with his dispatching work each night, he was lucky if he even managed to make it back to his couch before crashing out completely.
That’s why chatting with Herman in the showers that day rattled him so completely. He had been helping out with his grandmother more, assisting with new treatments as his powers improved, and he seemed beyond excited to share his newest discoveries with Robert. He gestured wildly, his eagerness to explain overpowering his ability to speak clearly in places but Robert still caught those two, perfect words with absolute clarity: thick water.
Robert swallowed, trying to get his mind to focus as his best friend continued sharing his updates with him. Robert nodded encouragingly when those soft grey eyes looked to him for input, his heart already pounding in his chest as large hands mapped out what had gone into mastering the new technique. But somewhere along the explanation, curiosity had wormed its way in, burrowing into a part of Robert that he never showed at work. The part of him that ached and itched to be filled.
Herman’s grandmother had issues swallowing after her stroke, Herman told him, so he had wanted to learn to better assist her. It was sweet, the sort of kindness Herman practically radiated from his person like an ever-present ray of sunshine. But when he started to tell Robert about all of the different consistencies, nectar-thick, honey-thick, and pudding-thick, Robert felt heat filling his stomach and he had to press the heel of his hand against the hard-on threatening to lift the towel wrapped around his waist.
He must’ve missed a beat because Herman was looking at him questioningly now, stopped half-way between the locker-room and the shower cubicles, “Uh, R-Robert-sir?” He tilted his head, red curls catching in the fluorescent lights above him.
Shit, Robert clenched his teeth, his towel-wrapped ass hitting the bench next to him quickly as he sat down again, Calm yourself down, Robertson. You’re gonna freak him out.
He tried counting down from ten, trying to subtly put pressure on his erection in the hopes that it would go down.
No such luck.
“Robert?”
He flinched, nearly falling off the bench as suddenly Waterboy had materialised right next to him, skin slick and shiny under the unforgiving white lights. His grey eyes were filled with such concern that Robert felt his stomach immediately twist itself in knots.
A large, damp hand came up to cover his forehead, “You-you’re all f-flushed. Are you not feeling- getting sick?”
Yeah, I’m sick alright. Robert swallowed, pushing down against the traitorous reactions his body was having to the other man standing so close to him, so much tantalizingly pale skin on display. Jesus Christ, he has freckles on his chest too, I wonder how far down they…
He slammed his eyes closed, feeling the heat coming up to cover his ears, “Sorry, kid, just, uh, feeling a little dizzy, that’s all.”
It wasn’t the first time Herman had touched him like this, but it was certainly the first time he’d been this…exposed.
He peeled his eyes open, meeting that sympathetic expression that always managed to make his stomach fill with butterflies. Herman never seemed to realise the effect he had on him. Those eyes, the way they looked at him…
And you’re over here fetishizing his powers. The powers he uses to look after his sick grandmother.
“You, uh, go ahead, Herm. I’ll be alright in a minute.”
Robert held back the whine that wanted to slip through his teeth as Herman slowly retracted his hand, “Was it something I-did I say something wrong?”
His eyes followed the flush where it trailed down Robert’s neck and shoulders, across his chest and to the place where his hand was doing a very poor job of concealing-
He squeaked, jumping back up to his full height, his own face immediately rosy-hued, “Oh!”
Robert stared down at his own lap, barely able to hear anything else over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, “I’m sorry, I tried to make it go down but it just-”
“B-but why?”
Robert looked across at his taller friend, his dark eyebrows reaching towards his hairline. That…was not the follow-up question that he was expecting. He thought the why, if not specific reason, was pretty damn obvious.
He opened his mouth and immediately closed it again. When he swallowed, he could’ve sworn even Herman could hear it. His brown eyes swept over the rest of the locker-room, confirming they were alone, before looking back towards Herman again. His tall, slick, best friend. All long legs and slim muscles that would make an Olympic swimmer groan with jealousy.
Robert wanted the man so much it hurt sometimes.
But Herman was his friend, had never gave him an inkling that he was interested in anything beyond that, so Robert had tucked his feelings away, in that hollow spot beneath his ribcage where all his other emotions went to fester.
They’d never even talked about this sort of thing before. Fetishes and kinks were more the Z-Team’s topics of conversation. Herman seemed happier to discuss frogs and video games. Things Robert was all to happy to read and learn about if it meant he got to see more of that sweet smile.
But Herman wasn’t smiling right now.
Removing one of his hands from his lap, Robert pushed it through the sweat-damp strands of his hair and let loose a sigh. Well, it was nice having him as a friend while it lasted.
“I, uh, have a thing…” He frowned at himself, trying his best to gather his nerves. He could feel those grey eyes on him, burning holes into his skull, “I guess you could call it an, um, oral fixation.”
His mouth suddenly felt dry. He couldn’t bare to look over at Herm again. Didn’t want to see the face he made when he admitted; “The idea of your water all thick like that it…it turns me on.”
The silence that he received in response made him want to throw up and run away. But there was no running from this. He took a steadying breath inwards, planting his hands as he spun his hips on the bench and-
Fuck.
Herman was on him in an instant, slipping his tongue into Robert’s mouth with his little gasp of surprise. Those ridiculously long fingers that Robert had dreamed about for months on end were in his hair and around his neck, cushioning him as he was pushed backwards. He felt the cold air hit him as the towel slid down onto the floor, replaced by the shocking heat of Waterboy’s core, the firm press of an equally hard cock.
He moaned, his legs falling open as the younger man laid against him, his mouth and tongue devouring Robert like a man starved. He tasted of spring water, of petrichor, and childhoods spent splashing in a stream. The sensation of his fingers working their way down Robert’s chest was enough to make him buck up desperately, forcing out strangled sounds that attempted to form Herman’s name in the meagre breathing space between their lips.
When those gorgeous fingers wrapped around his hard length, Robert swore he saw stars, “Herm…fuck.”
Pulling back just enough to show his face, Herman let his tongue poke out of his mouth, thick droplets of syrupy water trailing down the muscle to hang at the end of it. Robert reached back to place his hands on the bench, pushing up just enough to accept the offering with his own tongue. The sensation was like honey, dense and almost flavourless, as it trailed down into his waiting mouth. He swallowed, feeling his stomach growing hot, his cock throbbing and leaking precum onto the space where Herman was placing his weight on him, dribbling across his hand.
“G-good boy,” Herman purred.
Robert felt like he’d been struck by lightning, “H-Herman…” he whimpered.
Fuck, the way Herman was touching him right now…he felt himself already starting to drift into the wonderful, warm headspace with every slide of his grip up towards his cockhead.
“S-sorry,” Herman whispered, his breaths like little hot puffs of steam where they escaped his parted lips, “Seeing you like this, all needy, it…it makes me w-want to tease you a little.”
Robert swallowed, his tongue tracing across his own bottom lip without thinking. That itch was back, as motivating as it was infuriating. And he knew chewing on no simple pen was gonna solve this one.
“I’m really into that.” His voice was low with arousal, the hairs on the back of his neck pricking to attention under that silver-eyed gaze, “Want me to be your dog, Herman? Beg you like a good boy?”
Something shifted in his best friend’s expression, something wonderfully dangerous that made another thick glob of precum run from Robert’s tip. His light-coloured eyes grew dark as an approaching storm, swallowed up by hungry pupils. Under the white lights, Robert thought he spied the sharp, curving edge of a canine.
“W-would you, Robert?” he asked, some of his own water already beginning to flood his mouth at the thought, “Would you b-beg me?”
Without another thought, Robert let his mouth fall open, his tongue stretching out obscenely in front of him, like a mutt begging for scraps from its master’s table. His bare cock twitched again in Herman’s loose grip, pointed excitedly towards his bellybutton. His brown eyes looked up at him, a smile curling at the edge of his lips as he let out a low, deep, “Woof.”
Releasing his grip on Robert, Herman slowly pushed himself up and over him, sitting in his lap and gripping his hair just tightly enough so Robert would feel the tingling burn in his scalp. He angled his face backwards, opening up his mouth and throat as he let his tongue form a spout, trickling the water down across Robert’s pink and waiting lips. The older man groaned, lapping at the thick drops that adhered to his skin like hot cum, sliding down along his chin where they missed their mark. What he could catch on his tongue he swallowed enthusiastically, each delicious mouthful sending a thrill racing down his spine.
He gasped when Herman pressed in a little closer, their cocks rubbing together with each teasing movement of his slender hips. The smile on the man’s face was something Robert only ever saw when they were facing off against one another, in water polo, or video games; the competitiveness Herman hid under the surface was charming and utterly addictive. The older man loved to see it shining through.
“So thirsty, pup,” Herman said playfully, bringing one hand up to tease his fingers across Robert’s tongue, “You gonna open wide for me?”
“Yah…yah…” Robert panted, brown eyes half-lidded and his breath coming quicker with every second.
Herman reached into the corner of his mouth, using a thumb to pry it open, brushing against the man’s teeth with a gentleness that didn’t quite match the look into his stormy eyes. He ran his thumb across his tongue and Robert moaned and bucked his hips whenever he pressed it down and spread it out, “Y-you’re gonna need to go wider than that for what I have planned, puppy.”
Robert’s hands reached out to seize his biceps for balance as he tilted his head and opened his jaw with a groan. The tip of his tongue traced over Herman’s thumb, and he let out a shaky breath at the thought of that being another sensitive part of his anatomy.
“Good boy,” he praised, sucking more of the water into his mouth, “Don’t swallow until I tell you, okay?”
Robert nodded, breaths rushing out his nose as Herman hovered over him, parting his own lips. He barely had a second to react before he was flooding him, the swollen beads of dew dropping onto his tongue and rolling backwards towards the opening of his throat. His diaphragm jerked as he fought against his gag reflex, tears filling his eyes as he resisted the urge to swallow, wanting nothing more than to be Herman’s good boy. His cock drooled against his stomach in protest, so full of liquid he thought that he might burst.
Herman brought a hand up to close around Robert’s throat, his thumb massaging his Adam’s Apple and lower, pressing in and enjoying the way the gorgeous brunet’s throat bobbed and shuddered. The thick water was spilling out of Robert’s open mouth, framing his face and hanging from his jaw like honey. It glistened in the bright lights, making Robert almost resemble Herman’s own reflection.
Something possessive coiled in the ginger’s gut at that thought; that he was marking him in a way that only he could. Making him slick and wet and so very thirsty. A need that only Herman could fulfil.
Using his thumb, he tipped Robert’s tongue upwards and pushed it between his lips, his own lips chasing the motion to offer a proud, chaste kiss as he commanded, “Swallow.”
Robert’s throat moved like a wave, up and down, relief pouring out of his body as his orgasm followed immediately after. His grip on Herman’s muscular arms tightened and he choked on a groan so loud Herman really hoped that Galen or Sonar weren’t still somewhere in the building. Robert’s own thickness shot up his chest to mix with the spilled water, sliding down to cover his happy trail as the man tried desperately to catch his breath, panting and attempting to form words.
Herman’s hands traced the contours of his face, wiping away spring water and salt, as he leaned forward, kissing the spots he had missed, “You did such a good job, R-Robert,” he said, “Didn’t waste a drop.”
Brown eyes slowly rose to meet grey, their owner looking like he was a thousand miles away, “Shit, Herm, that was…damn.”
Herman chuckled, a soft, airy noise that was half-shy and half-proud, “G-glad I could, um, help.”
Slowly, Robert allowed his fingers to run down the length of powerful forearms, tracing the path of the freckles he discovered there, “You know I, um…” He cleared his throat, averting his eyes as a new fresh flush painted itself along the lines of his own freckles, “I really like you, Herm.”
Herman let out an exasperated snort, “I f-figured that out, Robert.”
The dispatcher turned his head to glare up at him, slowly lying himself back on the bench, “Alright then, smart guy,” he huffed, “If you know me so well…what else am I thinking about right now?” He flashed him a grin that was soft and relaxed around the edges from his orgasm, his hands reaching out to lift both of Herman’s and placing them on his waist, pushing the fingers into his skin.
“A-aren’t you tired?” Herman asked, giving into the temptation to touch Robert’s firm muscles, feeling him tense and release as he breathed under him.
“Nope.” He was already hardening again in record time, his body just as excited as his mind was right now, “Wanna feel how thick you are in other places.” There was a hint of challenge in those chestnut eyes, something wicked that made the younger man’s heart skip, “Don’t think I didn’t notice what else you’ve been hiding from me, Herm.”
Herman’s hands traced over the dips of ribs and hips before pulling the shorter man’s legs up and around him, “I w-wasn’t hiding,” he said, bending over the other man and delighting in the look of sincere surprise and excitement he saw written in his features, “Just…waiting for you to notice.”
“Fuck,” Robert swore, hands winding around Herman’s neck and pulling him down, “Sorry it took me so long.”
“It’s okay.” Herman let out a fond little huff from his nose, leaning in to kiss him, “It was w-worth it.”
This kiss was different from the last, slow as molasses, tasting of rain and lovesick pining. When Herman touched his skin, Robert felt the control in those movements, knew how much the super was holding back his strength to keep him safe. Every brush felt like a painter with his canvas, drawing gasps and whispers of affection like he was crafting a whole new world from the image he saw in his mind. Robert let himself be led for once, eyes falling closed as he sank deep into that well of warmth and trust, floating to the motion of rocking waves and a beating heart.
When he felt Herman’s finger work him open, pumping thick water into him like gel, Robert arched into it and groaned against those lovely, kiss-plump lips. He could barely even manage to open his eyes now, sinking into the sensation so effortlessly that he felt like he might be dreaming.
“Christ, Herm. You feel so good.” He groaned, his cock hard again and bouncing up slightly with every beat of his heart, “I can’t even…fuck.”
“It’s alright…” Herman whispered against his lips, pushing in another long finger beside the first, “I’ve got you. Just let yourself go for me.”
Robert writhed as he felt the pump of thick water spreading him open, exploring him like another’s tongue, pushing into places he hadn’t even realised needed touching. His hands desperately reached for Herman’s neck and shoulders, trying to ground himself as he felt the liquid soften him up and slowly slide out of him again, “H-Herman…” He whined as three, impossibly long fingers swirled around inside him, sloshing and making the most filthy sounds he had ever heard, “Jesus Christ, I-I need you. Please, fuck.” He whimpered, flushing as he felt more of the water pouring out of his loosened hole, “Spread me open on your thick cock. Please.”
That dark look was in Herman’s eyes again, like Robert had finally reached the centre of the hurricane. The eye of the storm.
He reached down to grab his own cock, teasing the sopping wet tip against Robert’s prepped rim, “Breathe for me, Robert. Nice and slow.”
Robert nodded and let out a long, slow breath that ended in a moan as his body sucked Herman’s head inside with a filthy pop. The thick water that was filling him before pushed out around the intrusion, sliding down his thighs in hot rivers. He took a shuddering breath, feeling like was already going insane.
He grasped for Herman’s face, pulling him in so they were nose to nose as more inches pushed inside. His brain felt so foggy, wanting to drift into that warm bath of sensation, but he needed to be present, wanted to see every touch and feeling play out on Herman’s face.
In case I only ever get this once.
“Fuck, Hermy, I don’t think I’ve ever been this full before.” The heat, the pressure, the way his tip pushed against his prostate without even trying.
“You t-take me so well, Robert,” Herman replied, nudging his nose against the other man’s in soothing affection as he took his time bottoming out, “Such a g-good boy.” He was breathing heavier, steam escaping through the gaps in his teeth, “So beautiful-perfect.”
Robert chuckled softly, a smile curving up at his lips. He felt so wonderfully lightheaded right now, his heart pounding in line with his thoughts; Herm, Herm, Herm. His senses were filled with the other man; his handsome face, the scent of him like a summer storm, the caress of wet fingers all across his skin.
Was this what it felt like…to be in love with someone?
“You’re the good boy here, Herm,” Robert whispered, letting out a satisfied little grunt whenever Herman rocked forward and their hips met, “My favourite.”
Herman’s grey eyes widened at that, his hips halting, “F-favourite?”
Robert swallowed down his nerves. He’s balls-deep inside you right now, man up, Robertson. He felt the blush taking over his face anyway, his brown eyes trying to stay open even when he wanted to hide.
Feelings were hard.
He let his fingers dance through stunning red curls, “You think I invite just anyone over to my sad, little depression cave, Hermy?”
Herman was studying him now, looking a bit uncertain, “But the Z-Team-”
“-have never stayed overnight,” Robert finished for him with a flickering of a smile. The dispatcher chuckled and shifted his hips, Herman grunting quietly over him, his hot breath washing over Robert’s hands on him, “When everyone else leaves…you’re the one I want to stay.”
It barely took another heartbeat for Herman’s lips to be on his, his delightfully wet tongue sliding into Robert’s mouth. His hips had started moving, firm presses that pushed Robert’s back into the bench. Each slap of hips was accompanied by the sounds of splashing water, the wetness flowing out from Robert’s hole as Herman focused on pumping him fuller with each thrust.
He could feel it all the way in his stomach, the liquid sloshing in and out of him like the tide. He whined as it squirted out the spaces around Herman’s cock, hitting the tiled floor of the locker room with each pass.
“O-open your mouth for me, Robert,” Herman instructed, grey eyes following the man’s tongue as it stuck out obediently, “Hold still for me, good b-boy.”
He slammed his hips forward and Robert let out a choked moan as Herman formed an ‘O’ with his mouth, blowing bubbles out and across his waiting tongue. He leaned in close to Robert’s ear, his breath desperately hot as he whispered, “Try not to pop them, okay?”
Robert gave him the barest hint of a nod, his body trembling with need as his breaths quivered on the way out, responding to every slow grind of Herman’s hips.
Each time a bubble would pop, Herman shoved his cock in deep and hard, and Robert would hiccup in response, brown eyes rolling back in his head as he tried to keep the rest of the bubbles from bursting with a whimper. His own cock was on fire, completely ignored but ready to burst at any moment. He didn’t think he had ever been this hard in his life.
By the time the last bubble popped, Robert was throwing his head and howling as he came, every itch scratched, his brain melting out his ears with the overwhelming pleasure of it all. The air tasted like ozone and bliss, his hands scrambling to cling to the bench behind him as Herman slammed in once, twice, three more times and unloaded into him with a cry of his own.
“Robert! W-wowzers! So good, so good!”
The pressure of it was like nothing Robert had ever felt; it hit his prostrate like it was trying to bruise it and he arched upwards, tears falling from his eyes as his soft cock hopped against his stomach, cumming again dry.
“Fuck! Herman! What-Ah!”
Herman came so deep in him he swore he could taste it on his tongue, the salt clinging to his insides all the way up. He gasped as he finally came back down to earth, ears ringing and head floating.
Damn, did I just black out for a minute?
Herman was pressed so tightly against him that he could feel the other man’s heart pounding like it was inside his own chest. He reached up to encircle him, holding him close as he nuzzled against the side of his face. A feeling of affection rose up in him like a tidal wave, refusing to be ignored. He pressed a kiss against Herman’s cheek and the younger man practically purred.
“Seriously, Herman?” he teased, voice barely more than a croak with how his throat had been waterboarded, “Only someone as adorable as you could make bubbles sexy.”
Herman’s laugh was boyish, the kind of laugh that people were often embarrassed by but was utterly charming to everyone else, “You think I’m a-adorable?” He peered up at him, eyes the perfect silver of moonlight beneath a roaring red fringe.
“Without a doubt,” Robert said, kissing along his friend’s cheek until he could reach his lips, “I’ve always thought so.”
Herman gave him a soft little smile, “Why did you never say anything?”
Robert shrugged, the movement shifting the pair of them up and down like a boat on waves, “I guess it’s ‘cause I don’t have a lot to offer you, if we became more than friends.”
The redhead’s smile sank a little at that, “Robert, you really don’t s-see it, do you?”
The older man bit his lip to hold back the groan whenever Herman shifted his weight to sit up higher on him, heat pouring out of his core and onto the floor.
Herman reached for his jaw, tracing smooth fingers along it until he was tilting his chin up towards him, “You’re brave and you’re kind. You listen when oth-other people speak.” His smile returned, sweet enough to make Robert’s chest ache, “You’re really smart and-and funny too.”
“Herm…” Robert tried to pull his face away, flushing with embarrassment that even the post-orgasm haze couldn’t fully protect him from.
“I’ve always liked you. Ever since the first day we met.”
Robert could feel the heat bleeding into his ears. If he had Herman’s powers, he had no doubt in his mind that he would’ve completely turned to steam and evaporated by now. He tried his best to deflect the attention from himself, trying to hide as best as he could, “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t ya, Hermy?”
A loud groan was punched out of him as Herman moved his hips, pressing them tightly together. Although he had softened inside him, Herman was still very well endowed, pushing against his prostrate and making his own poor, flaccid cock twitch.
The redhead’s smile became something cheeky then, a playful glint in his eyes as he laid both hands on either side of Robert’s head on the bench, “And here I thought you l-liked it thick, Robert-sir.”
Brown eyes widened up at him, lips falling open in surprise. Oh that little shit.
He found himself writhing, caught between moaning and laughing whenever Herman began to offer him slow, lazy thrusts, “Herman, you-” He gasped, reaching out to grab the man’s wrists, “Okay, okay, you win.”
The young hero’s grin took on a few more molars in victory, “Aha!” he said, cheerfully, “So, that-that’s how I get you to listen to compli-nice things!”
The look Robert fixed him with next was nothing short of adoring, big doe eyes sparkling under the white lights of the locker-room, “You are gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”
Herman folded over him, bending his elbows to get in close, “I’d m-much rather be the life-life of you. Be your life.”
“Yes.” The word fell from Robert’s lips without a second thought. His heart was starting to race again, frightened and excited all at once. He felt like a prey animal caught beneath those cloudy eyes, baring his soft belly for the taking. But something about it being Herm…made it worth all the risk.
“Wanna be my boyfriend, Herm?”
Despite the confidence he had shown just a few seconds ago, Herman turned completely red, steam practically billowing from out of his ears. His bottom lip wobbled and he looked like he might cry, but instead he threw himself down on top of the other man who let out a breathy oof.
“Yes please!” he answered, wrapping him up tight.
The movement pressed into Robert’s stomach and his groan vibrated in both of their chests as Herman’s soft cock finally slipped out of him, followed by a flood of liquid that had Robert keening at the sensation.
“F-fuck, Herman, I-” He clung to him tightly as his cock gave another valiant throb, pulsing rhythmically but having nothing else left to give. It made Robert’s toes curl, tears catching in his eyelashes, “Too much, too much!”
The thick water drooled between the wooden slats of the bench, spreading over the floor like honey or oil beneath their two bodies.
Herman’s eyes were wide as he tracked down Robert’s body, watching with fascination at the way his powers pushed out of the man and onto the floor. It was impossible to tell what was water and what was cum whenever it was in this state. He swallowed; perhaps this was awakening something in him too?
When he met Robert’s eyes, watching the man trembling beneath him, he thought maybe it was just Robert’s effect on him instead.
“We should-should probably shower now,” he said.
Brown eyes moved down across his body and then up again, a flirty, sideways smile appearing on Robert’s face, “You really gonna leave this mess for the other, poor janitor, Herm?”
Herman fixed him with a look, “There is no- I’m the only janitor, Robert.”
“Oh.” Robert snorted, his stomach jumping slightly as he held back his laugh, “Whoops.”
The tall man pouted as he leaned in, wrapping one arm around Robert’s thin waist and the other under his knees, hoisting him into the air with superpowered ease, “Perhaps-maybe you’ll be the death of me, instead.”
Robert pressed a stubbled cheek against Herman’s shoulder, chestnut eyes looking up at him from under long, dark lashes, "Hopefully not any time soon,” he said, offering the other man a smile that had his heart skipping its next beat, “I wanna keep my boyfriend alive as long as possible.”
At the word boyfriend being uttered in Robert’s usual low, rough timbre, the lanky, wet hero almost tripped over himself and dropped him. He squeaked, blushing from ear to ear, “M-me too,” he replied, smiling as he moved them both under the warm spray of the showers, leaning in for a kiss, “As long as we can.”
Robert had to say; he was really starting to like getting wet.