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It wasn’t the first time that Robert had been invited over to Herman’s place, or even the tenth time for that matter. After their fight with Shroud and the villains re-incarceration it had just become something of a normal occurrence.
At first, Robert had been nervous about it. He hadn’t really had many proper friends growing up, so the etiquette about these sorts of things was lost of him. He worried about the boundaries; Herman was a lot younger than he was, and was his subordinate to boot, so concerns about crossing some sort of unspoken line were bound to pop up at some point. But part of Robert was scared to lose this new connection and the strange and unexpected peace of mind it was giving him. Who knew reconnecting with his inner-child and playing games with a work colleague could be so healing?
Herman asked him over the way he always did, a polite tap on the shoulder while he was sitting at his desk and getting ready for the second shift of the day. He raised his head, lips forming a smile at the first sign of that Saturday-Morning-Cartoon blue and yellow uniform.
“Hey Herm,” he greeted, offering the much taller man a two fingered salute with his left hand, the right currently holding tight to a fresh mug of lacklustre coffee from the breakroom, “You need somethin’?”
Even after all the time they had spent together, Herman was still a little bundle of nerves around him. His smile was as watery as the rest of him, as likely to flow right off his face and land on the floor as it was to widen into something brighter, “Hey-howdy Robert,” he returned with a little, uncertain wave of his own, “I wanted to ask if you maybe had any plans tonight-this weekend?”
Brown eyes briefly flickered towards the calendar hanging on his cubicle wall. It had been a joke gift from the team for the holidays, each month featuring a new ‘seductively’ posed picture of Beef, photoshopped into various pieces of garish lingerie and tiny hats. A quick scan showed several blank squares for the next few days.
“Nope, not a one,” he answered, smile growing teeth as he turned to face the other man again, “I’m all yours if you want me, Herm.”
Maybe his choice of words was a little cruel, but Robert Robertson the 3rd was nothing if not a little tease sometimes. He loved nothing more than to see the younger man’s reactions to his playful flirting. He wasn’t sure when his feelings for his friend had changed, grown into something a little more than just two buddies who hung out together whenever his grandmother wasn’t home. But Robert knew for a fact that Herman just didn’t see him like that. Sure he tripped over his words a little, but it was probably just the excitement of making a new friend, or a little bit of leftover hero worship from his Mecha Man Blue days, that was to blame. Not the feelings Robert so desperately wished that the other man would reciprocate.
So, all this was to say that, if this was all he was going to get, he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. Right up until Herman got himself a nice girlfriend, and wouldn’t need him anymore…
That thought soured Robert much more than he thought it would.
Standing before him, Herman flushed a pretty shade of pink as Robert’s words hit their mark, light curls of pale white steam rising from off his suit-clad shoulders. He made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, like he was maybe going to yelp, but had clamped down his mouth to stop the sound from getting out. His following swallow was audible even to the brunet’s ears.
“G-great! That’s, yeah, great!”
Robert’s expression softened as he felt that familiar little flip in his chest, “Meet you outside the lockers at 530?”
“Sounds like a good-a plan!” Herman answered cheerfully, nearly toppling over the chair from the cubicle next to Robert’s on his rush to walk out of there. It would’ve helped if he was at least trying to look where he was going and not watching Robert for as long as he possibly could on the way out. Robert snorted softly to himself, unable to hold back the tide of fondness if he tried.
“See you then, kid,” he said and turned back to face his screen again.
*****
Robert loved September nights like this one, when the air was cool enough to need a hoodie and little else to be comfortable. It was refreshing, the air filled with Autumn’s crisp bite. Beneath his feet, dead and dying leaves gave off a weak little crunch that made him feel like a kid again. Part of him wanted nothing more than to launch himself at the biggest pile and roll around in it, but the echo of his father’s voice was louder than any impulse.
You’re a hero of the people. Act like it.
His smile fell away with the memory and he suddenly became aware of the fact that the man walking beside him was currently talking to him. He blinked himself back to the present, angling himself towards him to catch the tail-end of the ginger’s sentence.
“-only came out a few days ago. I was s-surprised there were any copies left!”
Ah. He was talking about the game. The one Herman had managed to swipe a copy of a whopping two weeks ahead of schedule. It had been sold out everywhere on the East Coast, but somehow, Waterboy still had some tricks up his soggy sleeves.
Robert flashed him a grin, “You’re lucky the guy didn’t scam you.”
Herman pouted, “I’m not-not that naïve!” he argued, the tips of his ears glowing red.
Robert shrugged, both hands still buried in the pockets of his work trousers, “When something seems too good to be true, it often is.”
He could see Herman cocking his head at him in his peripheries, “But doesn’t that mean you’ll miss out on some really cool-good stuff? If you’re worried-scared to take a chance?”
Robert felt his chest growing tighter at that. He wished more than anything that he could take chances, throw caution to the wind and tell the man with the soft grey eyes standing next to him that he was a stupid, lovesick idiot, but the risks were always just too great to be worth it.
In the case of his love life, an all-or-nothing scenario like that might mean he loses Herman forever, and would go back to sitting eating sad, cold leftovers alone in his apartment for the rest of time.
No. In this case, he’d rather just be a coward, thank you very much.
“Lots of pretty neat stuff right here already, Herm.”
The younger man made an uncertain sound in the back of his throat, “Yeah, but if you didn’t take a chance-hadn’t met Miss Blazer, you’d have never joined the Z-Team. We would never have met.”
Robert edged closer to his friend, nudging against him with an elbow companionably, “I’m sure you would’ve come to my rescue at some point, pal.”
Herman’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, “Yeah, m-maybe.”
The first droplets of rain landing on him took Robert by surprise, and he leaned back to glare up at the clouds overhead. They were a dark and angry grey, hovering directly over the pair of them.
“Son of a…” he started, and then, without any further warning, the heavens erupted.
The rest of Robert’s sentence turned into horrified swearing, the man quickly yanking up his soggy hood and ducking his head down and away from the torrent.
“Where the fuck did that come from?!” he called out over the booming sound of the rain hitting the pavement.
Herman let out a squeak, “We’ve gotta run or you-you’re gonna get soaked!”
The pair of them took off charging in the direct of Herman’s house, water bouncing all around them as they weaved around abandoned wheely bins and other pedestrians. At some point, the rain had become so heavy that they could do very little but laugh, the pair collapsing into breathless giggles as they finally ducked under the cover of Herman’s grandmother’s front porch.
Robert stared out at the downpour with amazement, shaking his head as he tried his best to wring out the bottom of his previously soft-grey hoodie. He was soaked to the skin, his auburn hair glued across his forehead and trickling more water down into his eyes.
“That weatherman has a lot to answer for,” he joked, yanking off one of his shoes and emptying out the water from inside.
Herman sniggered as he fished inside his pockets for his housekey, “Don’t worry, I’ll-I’ll get you something to dry-to c-change into.”
“Thanks, kid,” Robert answered. He was thankful Herman’s grandmother kept the place a balmy 85 Degrees Fahrenheit at all times of the year, stepping through the threshold and being greeted by the welcoming heat inside.
He shivered audibly as Herman closed the door behind them and bent down to work his other shoe off. His socks had acted like a sort of sponge, absorbing all of the elements and forming a gross, squelchy barrier between his foot and the floor. He made a face as he tore the offending articles off, tossing them by the door.
“Thank God you guys are prepared for water or I’d feel really bad about dragging this in here.”
Herman chuckled good-naturedly, already on his way up the stairs, “Come on-follow me. I’ll get you something d-dryer to wear.”
The feel of the plastic sheets under Robert’s feet was bizarre and unfamiliar. He didn’t think he had ever walked around the other man’s house barefoot in all the time that he had known him. Whenever he entered Herman’s room, he was greeted to the sight of the man’s backside sticking out of the wardrobe as he rummaged about in the contents. Robert couldn’t help the way his dark eyes traced the gentle curve of his ass down to his muscular thighs, admiring the way the light from overhead glistened on the wetness that clung to the fabric of the wetsuit. Herman looked good enough to eat, a juicy peach he was just dying to take a bite out of…
Herman straightened with a proud, little noise of success and Robert quickly busied himself with looking absolutely anywhere else.
“Aha! F-found it.”
Herman crossed the room in only a few steps thanks to his absurdly long legs, handing Robert a small pile of the dry things he had accumulated. Resting on the very top of the assortment of things, was a navy hoodie with the very familiar Mecha Man M emblazoned across its centre in orange and yellow tones.
Robert accepted the clothes and flashed his best friend with a teasing grin, “You are such a fanboy.”
Herman flushed, a cloud of steam forming directly above his head, “It-it’s an old hoodie!” he rebuked, growing flustered as Robert’s smile only grew wider, “It’s-it’s small! I thought it might fit you better! That’s all!”
Robert snorted, “Sure, kid. You keep telling yourself that.”
He laid the pile down on top of Herman’s bed and reached for the bottom of his hoodie and shirt, peeling them up and off in one go. From behind his closed eyelids, he could hear Herman’s breath hitch, the man clearly not having expected him to change right in front of him.
Robert shook out his damp and messy hair like a dog, clutching the wet items against his still-glistening skin, “Something the matter, Hermy?”
The taller man swallowed, immediately turning 180 degrees to face in the total opposite direction, “Nope! All good here!” he said quickly, his voice noticeably going up a couple of octaves.
Robert hooked his thumbs into both sides of his wet boxers, pulling back and letting the material snap against his skin. He could see the moment that Herman’s ears registered what it was, his back going ramrod straight like he’d be struck by lightning.
The dispatcher chuckled to himself as he slowly began to work the garment down his legs. Not exactly the way he wanted to be undressing for the other man, but needs must.
He reached for the dry hoodie and slipped it on, stepping into the clean boxers he’d been provided with. Though the hoodie was probably a little small for Herman, it was decidedly not small for Robert, the bottom cuff of it resting half way down his thighs.
“Damn you’re tall,” he remarked aloud and caught a fleeting look of something unrecognisable on Herman’s face before the younger man was looking away again.
“At-at least it’s d-dry,” the man replied, fidgeting with his own cuffs.
Robert gave the man a not-so-subtle up-down, “You not gonna get changed, bud?”
The water hero hummed his high-pitched affirmative as he grabbed something from the wardrobe and hurried right past Robert and out the door, closing it loudly behind him. The older man sighed, running his hands through his hair. He felt a little bad about teasing the guy, especially since he was kind enough to lend him some dry clothes.
I really should apologise when he comes back…he thought.
*****
Robert turned as the door behind him creaked open again several long minutes later, his heart fluttering at the sight appearing before him. Herman was dressed in a hoodie of his own, something plain and lavender grey that looked impossibly soft next to his pink-toned skin. He was in his boxers too, long, long legs on display and flushed from the chill. He had a fluffy towel draped around his shoulders and it looked like his hair had been tussled within an inch of its life in order to dry it.
The dispatcher blinked at him in surprise, “I never realised it was curly.”
Herman met his eyes, reaching up a hand to pull at an errant, ginger curl that was resting against his forehead, “Only when it’s d-dry.”
The next words slipped out without Robert ever meaning them to, “It’s really cute.”
Somehow that made Herman turn even more red, “Oh, um, uh, t-thanks, Robert.”
God, Robert was the worst. He definitely shouldn’t have been enjoying seeing him getting all bashful like this. Why did the kid have to be so damn adorable all the time?
Herman plonked himself down onto the edge of his own bed, fidgeting with the cuffs of his hoodie this time, the fabric slowly darkening with his own water now, “I, uh, stuck the kettle on. Thought you might like some tea. Or m-maybe some ramen?”
“Ramen sounds amazing,” Robert answered with a moan. He hadn’t even realised how hungry he was. Twinkies were a great afternoon snack, but eventually the sugar would run out, and he would be crashing hard, propping himself up with other unhealthy habits to get through his second shift.
Ten minutes later, they were both seated together on the floor, butts half asleep and backs pressed into the side of Herman’s bedframe. Robert was chewing on some of the sweet, beefy noodles from the very bottom of his plastic cup, watching as Herman manoeuvred away to set up the console, fiddling with the scart lead. And if he maybe stared at Herman’s cute little butt in his boxers? Well, that was just for him to know.
The console itself was wrapped in plastic, just like many of the other items in Herman’s house. The water hero was so impossibly careful in how he touched it, fingertips barely even grazing the buttons through the material like he was frightened it might break before they even had the chance to play.
Had it always been like this for Herm? Made to feel like his very nature was an awkward inconvenience? Even small things like using the oven or microwave were made harder by his powers. Robert couldn’t even imagine what it had been like growing up in a world that saw you as something strange and other.
Lonely, he thought. It was probably lonely.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the nudge of Herman falling back in beside him again, long legs curled towards his chest as he reached across the second controller in offering, “You ready?” he asked.
“Oh, I was born ready,” Robert answered cockily. Their fingers brushed across the plastic controller, a droplet of Herman’s water following the curve of the contraption as Robert pulled it into his own lap. He continued to watch that droplet’s progress, all the way to the floor.
Herman wrinkled his nose with amusement, “Big talk,” he huffed, turning his head towards the screen as he changed the settings in the menu, “For someone who got their ass beat in the last version.”
The older man let out a playful gasp, “Why Herman! I do believe those are fighting words!” It was unbelievably attractive to see Herman coming out of his shell like this, confidence oozing from his every pore, stutter vanishing slowly but surely with every moment they played.
“It is a f-fighting game, Robert,” he countered with a snort, rolling his eyes in a gesture that seemed impossibly fond.
“Don’t get smart with me, kiddo,” Robert sniffed, selecting his tried-and-tested best character from the menu, “They’re gonna be talking about this comeback for years.”
*****
As it turned out, there was no such comeback.
Herman had clearly been practising.
No matter which character Robert picked, or which cool and extravagant moves he managed to pull off, Herman was always one step ahead of him.
Brown eyes flicked briefly towards the digital clock on the nightstand; it was almost 10 o’clock. They’d been at this for hours and Robert could count his victories on the space of one hand. With every fresh ass-whooping, Herman teased him a little more, showed his teeth in his smile a little more. There was an exuberance about him, this sparkle in his eyes that totally melted away any reservations on Robert’s part. He was…enchanting like this.
Part of Robert wished the Z-Team could see the Waterboy he saw. The other part, the green goblin part that lurked in the very depths of Robert’s mind, was awfully greedy, and wanted to keep this all for himself like a rare jewel from a dragon’s hoard.
Without thinking, he slipped his hand over the knee closest to him and Herman practically leapt off the ground with surprise. Robert’s character got a few good punches in.
A wicked smile spread across the older man’s face as he innocently declared, “Whoops.”
Herman turned his head towards him, wide eyes slowly narrowing, “You did that on purpose!”
Robert shrugged, turning his attention back to the game with both hands placed back on his controller again, “I don’t know what you mean.”
He could feel that storm-cloud grey gaze lingering on him in between rounds, but he made sure to keep his focus on his next move in the game instead. When Herman’s character moved in for the finishing blow, Robert allowed his weight to fall against the other man’s side. He tilted his face up, allowing his hot breath to ghost across his neck, “Come on. Go easy on me, Hermy~”
Herman’s thumb slid off the analog stick and Robert seized his chance, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. He pumped his fist into the air, keeping his body pressed against his taller companion. He could feel the moisture bleeding in from off his clothes, warmer than he had been expecting. It was like stepping into a pleasant bath after a long, hard day.
When he chanced a glance up at the other man, he could see the annoyed pout on his face. It had no right to be as cute as it was.
“You’re-you’re cheating!”
“What?” Robert made a face like the very notion of it had come from left field, “Why would I do something like that?”
Herman let out a frustrated little breath from his nose, “I think you like to-to wind me up sometimes.”
Robert couldn’t have wiped the shit-eating-grin from off his face if he tried, “You are pretty fun to annoy, Herm.”
The next two games saw Robert utterly crushed again, his every attempt to defeat Herman, even with a handicap applied, met with resounding defeat. By the third match his fingers had started to wander, creeping along Herman’s arm and then his shoulder. The man had learned, however, refusing to be distracted by the errant touches and remaining locked in completely.
Time to change strategies.
This time, it was Robert that was barely even looking at the screen, his right hand trailing down the plains of Herman’s side, across the ladder of his ribs, slipping lower…lower…
He let out a loud oof of surprise when he found his back pinned hard to the ground, the light all but blotted out by the figure pinning him down. Fingers squeezed tight to his wrists, forcing both of them high above his head as the man leaning over him hissed angrily through his clenched teeth.
“Enough, Robert,” he growled.
A thrill of adrenaline raced through the dispatcher’s body, not unlike the feeling of being attacked by a villain while out in the field.
But this was no villain. This was his sweet, lovely Waterboy…right?
“H-Herm,” he started uncertainly, brown eyes wide as he watched the rapid rising and falling of his friend’s chest.
“Stop messing with me like that!” Herman snapped, baring his straight, white teeth like they were fangs, “It-it isn’t fair!”
Robert could feel all of the blood draining from his face. The pounding of his heart making his ears feel unpleasantly full and muffled.
“I’m sorry, Herm, I-”
“You don’t even realise how hard I’m trying, do you?” the younger man demanded, his grey eyes becoming glassy as he looked down at where he had Robert pinned to the plastic-wrapped floor.
Robert’s entire body was growing warm. He tested the man’s strength by trying to move his hands. No dice.
“What do you mean, Herm?”
Herman squeezed his eyes closed, like he couldn’t even bare to look at him when he said, “I want you so bad it hurts, Robert.”
A thrill of electricity raced through Robert’s extremities at those words, “You…what?”
Grey eyes blinked open again, the man’s expression pained, “I’ve-I’ve been trying so hard not think about you like that. Want you like that. But you just keep pushing and pushing-”
His hold on Robert’s wrists tightened and Robert hissed through his teeth with his discomfort. It was easy to forget just how strong Herman was. He was always so soft and gentle with Robert whenever they were together like this. Like he was something fragile, something breakable.
“Herman-”
“Why?” the younger man demanded, his darker-coloured eyebrows furrowing as moisture gathered in the corners of his eyes, “Why would you touch me like that if you didn’t want me? Are you-are you making fun of me?”
Panic was making Robert’s heart throb painfully inside his chest, “No!” he gasped, throat squeezing at the look on his best friend’s face, “I would never do that!”
The first, frustrated tear broke free from Herman’s eyes and dropped down to land on Robert’s face, trailing along the curve of his left cheek.
“Then why would you-”
“Because I do want you, okay?”
Robert could feel his own blood rushing around his veins like cars on a Los Angeles highway. His breath shook where it slipped free of his parted lips. Heat bloomed along his ears and neck, guilt digging its sharp claws into his sternum. He angled his face to one side, pressing his cheek into the plastic-wrapped floor as he averted his eyes shamefully, “I’ve wanted you for a really long time now, Herm.”
Above him, Herman had become perfectly still and silent, only the sound of his breathing reaching Robert’s ears. Robert’s stomach sank into his shoes whenever he noticed the other man’s hands were trembling around his wrists.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” Herman’s voice had become small, quiet in a way he hadn’t been for such a long time.
“Because,” Robert huffed, refusing to turn his head and look at the expression that was no doubt painted across his companion’s lovely face, “You didn’t like me like that. We’re…we’re friends, Herm. And I didn’t even know if you liked guys let alone-”
Herman’s snort of amusement cut off his chain of thought.
“R-really?” he questioned, tone somewhere between tickled and exasperated, “You thought I was-was straight?”
Robert slowly turned his head, brown eyes latching onto grey for the first time since this conversation had begun, “You…aren’t straight?”
Herman shook his head, “Not even a tin-little bit, Robert.”
“Oh.”
Herman’s long fingers tightened their hold on him, something dark playing across the other man’s features, “You know…it wasn’t nice to tease me like that.”
The brown-haired dispatcher swallowed, thoughts knocked completely out of orbit by the abrupt changes in tone, “Shit, Herm, I-”
Herman let out a low shushing noise and the older man abruptly clamped his mouth shut, feeling the heat from his throat climbing up his face.
Did he just…?
The corner of the younger man’s mouth ticked up, “Don’t worry, Robert. I know exactly how you’re going to make it up to me.”
Slowly, he moved his hands up to meet above Robert’s head, switching his grip to a single-hand hold. With his now free hand, he slowly trailed his fingers down Robert’s borrow hoodie until he found the bottom edge, carefully pushing it up until it rested on top of his firm stomach.
Robert’s breath hitched, his keen mind honing-in on every sensation, “Fuck,” he breathed, “Watcha doin’ there, kid?”
Warm and slightly damp fingers traced the line along his waistband, “Teasing you back.”
His fingers dipped below the fabric and Robert arched into the touch with a soft, surprised exhale, letting out a quiet moan as Herman began to tug the borrowed boxers down his hips. Just before it reached his slowly-awakening cock, however, the younger man released his grip and let the elastic snap back into place.
Robert jerked with the motion, letting out a soft, dissatisfied noise from behind his teeth, “Herm,” he whined.
Herman wrinkled his nose at him, grey eyes stormy where they peeked out from beneath his soft, ginger curls, “See? It isn’t n-nice when somebody plays with you, is it, sir?”
Breath coming slightly heavier, Robert offered his friend a toothy grin, “I dunno. I think you’ll have to show me again.”
Herman’s look of surprise quickly gave way to something else, something so sinful that Robert felt a bead of precum oozing out of his slit at the mere sight of it. He didn’t even think Herman was capable of giving him a look like that.
Slowly, and then all at once, Herman used his available hand to yank the borrowed boxers clean off his legs, tossing them somewhere haphazardly behind him. The shock of cold to Robert’s now bare skin made him flinch, his knees falling open automatically in response to his body’s needs.
Despite his earlier show of confidence, Herman’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of Robert’s hard and leaking cock beneath him. It had sprung out of the confines of his boxers and come to rest over the bottom of Herman’s hoodie, dribbling slick into a small puddle there.
“F-fuck…” Herman whispered, fighting against the water that was trying to rise up his throat in response to his excitement, “R-Robert, you’re…”
The fabric moved and the little puddle became a waterfall, dripping down over Robert’s balls and taint, and right over his perfect pink hole.
Without thinking, Herman reached out to follow the flow, the tips of his gloved fingers circling the man’s entrance, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
The moan that escaped from Robert surprised him as much as it surprised Herman, his hips rising to press insistently against his friend’s fingers, “Fuck, Herman, please, please. Put your fingers inside me. Please.”
Herman’s smile transformed itself into a devious little thing, “I don’t-I don’t think you’ve earned it, Robert.”
Robert would never admit to having made the sound he made after that, not even with a gun pressed to his head, not even for a judge and a full jury. There was no way he whined like that, whimpered like Beef whenever he was a puppy, not getting his way. It was humiliating, it was exhilarating…
It was hot as hell.
He wriggled against the hold Herman had of his hands, unable to shift him in the slightest, “Please, Herm. I’m sorry.”
Whenever Herman brought his hand up towards his mouth and bit down on the glove to drag it off, Robert keened.
“You’ve been playing with me for weeks, Robert…” the man continued, fingers dripping where they hovered over his twitching cock, “You think-think one, single apology will be enough to m-make it up to me?”
He ran a nail down the flushed skin he found there, and Robert writhed, panting and chasing the sensation with his hips. Herman tutted at him like he was nothing more than a disobedient dog. Forming a ring with his hand, he slowly brought it down and around the head of Robert’s cock, holding it there.
“Now, I’m gonna get you nice and wet,” he said, voice low and filled with promise, “And you’re gonna be a good boy and-and fuck my fist for me. Do you und-understand?”
Robert nodded dumbly, his mouth hanging open as he panted with his excitement. His brain had already turned to mush long ago. All he wanted now was for Herman to finally give him some relief.
And relief he got.
He moaned as he felt Herman’s warm water spreading over his crotch from his hand, the texture of it thickening to something closer to lube. Thick water, Herman had once explained to him, was a medical aid he often used with elderly civilians. It helped those who had difficulty swallowing. But it also had other fun applications that Herman had admitted to using once or twice on his own as well.
To Robert’s sex-addled brain, it very much felt like the water hero was currently rubbing cum onto his cock. And fuck, if that wasn’t doing something to him right now.
He made a punched-out sound of pleasure at the first thrust of his hips up into Herman’s grip, the thick water aiding his way just enough to make every nerve ending flush with pleasure. He repeated the motion and almost howled when Herman squeezed down on him slightly, pumping him once before letting go again.
“God, Herm,” he whined, “Your hand feels so good.”
“You’re being a very good boy, Robert,” Herman praised him, “Keep-keep going. I want to see you cum for me.”
The words were almost lost in the pleasure of it all, Robert whispering Herman’s name in a daze as he humped up into his fist. The sounds of the wet squelch mixed with Herman’s soft, approving groans had Robert reaching the edge of oblivion in record time.
“F-fuck, Herm, I’m so close,” Robert gasped, thrusting up hard and groaning, “I have to stop or I’m gonna blow.”
He lowered his hips to the floor again, catching his breath. Herman frowned at him.
“I didn’t tell-tell you to s-stop.”
Robert made a startled sound as Herman leaned over him, finally moving his hand along Robert’s shaft in a brutal pace, “I’m not gonna stop until you make a mess all ov-over yourself.”
The older man threw his head back with a wounded noise, tugging against the hand that was still holding him, “No, Herm, stop, fuck, I don’t wanna cum yet, please.”
Herman only increased the pace, “This is your punishment, Robert,” he reminded him, “You s-said you wanted to earn my forgiveness, didn’t you?”
Both of Robert’s hands curled into fists as he let out a series of airy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’, hips hopping up to meet that wonderfully wet grip, “B-but Herm, I, you-”
“Don’t worry,” Herman assured him, “I’m n-nowhere near d-done with you yet.”
The dispatcher arched up high, half-sobbing when his cum erupted out of his slit and splattered all over the Mecha Man hoodie he was wearing. He flopped back down onto the ground again, only vaguely aware that Herman had moved to release his pinned hands. He blinked his brown eyes open, watching as Herman studied the cum coating his hand for a moment before carefully bring it up to his lips and licking it.
“Fuck, that’s hot, kid.”
Herman’s grey eyes held firmly to his as he cleaned the rest of his fingers meticulously, “I’ve-I’ve wanted to taste you for a long time.”
Robert brought his bottom lip into his mouth, pinning it with his teeth, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
The younger man arched a ginger-toned eyebrow at him, “You didn’t say anything either,” he countered.
Robert let out a breathy laugh, “Fair,” he conceded. He sat himself up, shuffling to come rest next to his friend, “So, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, able to feel how flushed and hot his skin was even now, “Have I made it up to you?”
Herman hummed at him playfully, “Not just yet,” he said, resting back against the bedframe, “I could use a bit more assur-convincing.”
Excitement was already racing through Robert’s veins again, barely tampered by his previous orgasm. He crawled towards the other man on all fours, coming to a stop within touching distance, “Okay then, Herm. Tell me what you want.”
For the first time all afternoon, the redhead looked uncertain. He averted his eyes for a moment, “Robert, is this really…okay?”
Robert’s smile fell away, “Is what okay?”
Herman brought his gaze up again, “We didn’t discuss-”
“Herman,” Robert cut him off before he could get lost in his anxious thoughts about all this, “I’m so crazy onboard with all of this right now. There isn’t a single thing you could ask me to do that wouldn’t want to. Gladly.”
The water hero’s mouth fell open in a shocked little ‘o’ shape, “R-really?”
“You said you needed me to make it up to you,” the brunet stated, voice dropping into a low purr as he reached for the zipper at the top of Herman’s hoodie, “Let me.”
Herman gave him a nod and that was permission enough for the dispatcher to begin dragging the metal down the train. Each new patch of pinkish skin that was revealed was given a new context by their situation; this was different from simply seeing the other man in the showers at the end of the day. This was vulnerable, special, and it had Robert’s heart racing in his chest.
“I’ve always thought you were gorgeous,” he said, helping Herman to sit up and push the material from off his shoulders, “From the first time I met you.”
Herman squeaked at that, his fingers clumsily slipping over the shirt underneath as he was caught off-guard, “B-but I was so weird,” he argued, making a face at him, “Seeing you like that, in your suit, it made me so n-nervous.”
Robert’s lips lifted at the corners, “I thought it was cute. The stutter too.”
Grey eyes widened, “You think m-my stutter is…cute?”
Robert shrugged, “You’re a surprisingly charming kinda guy, Herm.”
The younger man flushed all over at that, Robert’s eyes following its journey down towards the place where his boxers were clinging damply to his skin. They were doing absolutely nothing to hide Herman’s interest, his cock pressed against the soggy cotton in a way that showed off every, little detail.
“How you can be so adorable and shy while toting around this mammoth though, I’ll never know.”
Steam billowed off every inch of the superhero, “R-Robert!” he yelped, aghast. His hands completely covered his face even as he lifted his hips to help Robert slide the fabric down his legs, “You can’t just say something like that!”
“You think I never peeked?” Robert teased, taking a moment to look at him now that he was completely bare, “Think I never touched myself at night wishing I was riding this thing?”
Herman made a choking sound, water dribbling out the sides of his mouth even as he swallowed the rest down.
Robert reached for the bottom of his borrowed hoodie to pull it up only for both of Herman’s hands to snap out and stop him. His eyes flickered up, catching silver.
“Keep it on,” Herman stated bashfully.
Robert gave him a knowing look, “Okay, the Mecha Man hoodie stays on during sex.”
He shifted his weight to settle in the other man’s lap, Herman’s long, thick cock fitting into the curve of his ass cheeks. Damn, it was even bigger than he thought it was. It was already leaving little wet kisses along the bottom of his back.
I’m going to be stuffed full of this thing, he thought.
He groaned, rubbing back against it. Fuck, it was going to feel so good inside…
He was halted by Herman’s hands on his hips and shoulder, tilting him forward, “Are you…are you going to be my good boy now, Robert?”
Oh, the way Herman’s voice was dipping back into the familiar, dominant tone…
Robert nodded, finding it surprisingly easy to submit to this man, “Tell me how I can make it up to you, baby.”
Herman noticeably shivered at the nickname before the hand on Robert’s hip migrated to the cleft of his ass. He felt the sensation of more thick water pouring down over him, biting his lip as Herman’s bare fingers circled him once more. He shifted further onto his knees, lifting himself up to grant more access, “All yours…” he whispered, breath ghosting over Herman’s ear.
Whenever the tip of his index finger popped through the tight ring of muscle, both Herman and Robert moaned in tandem. Between them, the older man’s dick was making a valiant effort to perk up again, leaving a shiny trail over the water hero’s surprisingly defined abdominals.
Herman nuzzled in against him, pressing their bodies close as he worked the full finger inside Robert’s tight channel, “You’re s-so warm,” he breathed, pulling slowly back before pressing in again, “The way your body is s-squeezing me, h-h-holding me, s-sucking me in…”
Robert felt Herman’s hips starting to make aborted little thrusts beneath him, his large cock knocking against the fingers working him open. God, he was going to have to be really stretched in order to take the whole thing. Robert didn’t think he’d ever had a partner this well-endowed before.
He wondered what it said about him that that thought turned him on this much.
He gasped when a second finger pushed insistently inside him, bullying his hole to widen. He buried his face in Herman’s shoulder, feeling his legs already beginning to shake as his cock returned to full hardness.
“D-don’t hide, Robert,” Herman commanded, though the breathless quality of his voice lessened the effect a little bit, “I want to see you c-coming apart for me.”
He didn’t have a second to school his features before Herman was shoving a third finger inside, the long digits nudging at his sweet spot. He arched his back into it, fighting against the urge to flee the powerful sensation, “Oh god, Herm, right there, fuck.”
As he chased the sensation, he let out a little whine, realising that Herman was intentionally pulling back and not keeping time with him.
“Herm…?”
“Hold still,” Herman breathed, “Be a good boy and let me make you cum again.”
Robert sucked in a breath, “You want me to…?”
“Hold still and take it,” the ginger affirmed, a fourth impossibly long finger spreading the older man open, “Like a well-trained puppy.”
Robert buried his face in his friend’s shoulder, muffling his loud moans. Herman used his free hand to tap his chin, encouraging him back up again, “Uh-uh, head up, puppy.”
Doing what he was told, Robert got himself into position and then felt his entire body quiver whenever Herman suddenly starting hammering into him. The stretch was intense, every inch of his insides burning in the best way. Tears prickled at the corner’s of Robert’s eyes as his prostate was pounded, his second orgasm rushing up to meet him with startling intensity.
“Herm,” he stammered, breath coming out as short, little pants now, “Fuck, you gotta slow down, I’m-I’m so fucking close right now, please.”
The breathless laugh that escaped from Herman’s lips would haunt Robert until the day he died. Was it possible to get so hard that your dick just exploded off the rest of your body? He was about to find out.
Herman used his free hand to grab the bottom of Robert’s hoodie, holding it up towards his mouth, “Bite,” he commanded and without a second thought, Robert did.
No sooner was the fabric pressed against his tongue than Robert was shooting another load across the man beneath him, his desperate cries muffled by the Mecha Man hoodie gag. His hole clenched down on Herman’s perfect fingers, fluttering as he pumped out whatever cum was left after his last orgasm.
He gasped when he released the hoodie from his mouth, licking his lips and panting hard like he had just finished a sprint on the treadmill. His heart was going wild in his chest, frantic and so beyond excited. Cumming twice in a row? What was he, a freaking teenager? He hadn’t cum twice in all the years since discovering that he had a dick and could use it for this shit.
His body sagged forward, the cocktail of hormones washing over him like a warm blanket, “Shit, Herm,” he muttered, feeling dizzy with it all, “And here was me hoping you were gonna use that thing on me.” He reached back to caress the still-swollen cock pressed against his ass, shuddering the moment Herman’s pulled his fingers out of him.
“Who says I’m not?”
He twisted back to look at the water hero with wide eyes, “Herm, I already came twice. There’s no way I can get hard again right now.”
Herman tugged him forward by the collar of the navy hoodie, “Who says you need to be hard to cum again?”
Robert swallowed, staring at his best friend’s lips, “Them’s fighting words, Hermy.”
Herman leaned in a little closer, their lips brushing as he did so, “You think you can take me, sir?” he asked playfully. His other hand had reached out to grip his own cock, tapping it against Robert’s twitching, pink opening.
Robert moved his hand to cover Herman’s, pressing forward until the head of his cock popped inside, “Only one way to find out, Herm.”
He sat back slowly, inch after careful inch sinking into him and filling his aching hole right up to the brim. He had closed his eyes at some point, concentrating on the sensation of that hot organ pulsing in his guts, and whenever he looked down again, Herman looked utterly wrecked. His skin was flushed in patches, his pupils blown wide and dark. Water was trickling out of his mouth whenever he breathed, bubbling across his lips like a babbling brook. Seizing his chance, Robert slipped both of his hands into Herman’s, interlocking their fingers and moving them to a place that would offer him something to press against.
“R-Robert,” Herman whimpered, holding his hips back from slamming up in him the way he desperately wanted them to, “Oh God, you-you feel…”
Robert pressed into his hands as he rose and then, with a quick out-breath, slammed down hard into Herman’s hips.
The redhead cried out, instinctually thrusting up to meet him, “F-fuck! Good! So good!”
Herman’s longer fingers curled around Robert’s, giving him something to brace against. He looked up at him with amazement, shifting to give the man the best angle possible to ride him.
“G-good boy, Robert,” he praised and that was enough. Robert started bouncing on him with abandon, loudly crying out with every downward thump of his hips on Herman. It was a good job Mrs Gray wasn’t home, or she would’ve had to turn her hearing aids off by now. The bedframe behind them whacked off the walls in time with their banging, Herman’s sweet little whimpers and moans making Robert’s soft dick squirt precum all over himself and the poor underside of the Mecha Man hoodie.
Herman’s dick carved a path right through Robert’s sensitive insides, branding him, marking him in a way he had wanted for so, very long now. The realisation finally hit him all at once; he was having sex with Herman! Herman wanted him!
It was like a perfect storm; he was drowning, he was lightning-struck, he was howling like a gale. Everything inside him felt so loud it was almost deafening, thoughts spiralling into little more than exuberant yes, yes, yeses.
He threw his head back as his body tensed up, squeezing the dick inside him as he orgasmed for a third time, a tiny dribbling of cum slinking out from his own still-soft dick against his pelvis. The pleasure-pain of it was so mind-numbing he felt tears running down his face, getting lost in the scruff of his beard. He was babbling to himself as he continued to ride Herman in a haze, words a blend of ‘feels good’, ‘fuck, Herman, yes’ and ‘I can’t believe I get to have you like this’ falling from his mouth.
“Oh, Robert,” Herman breathed, voice trembling as he watched him fall apart completely, “That’s it, that’s it.”
He pulled his hands away, using them instead to surround Robert’s face as he jackhammered up into his sensitive hole, chasing after his own pleasure like an animal on the hunt. He looked into those fuzzy brown eyes for only a second before he closed the gap, kissing him with a pure, unadulterated sweetness that in no way matched the furious fucking he was giving the other man.
Robert, drunk on sex-chemicals and affection, slid his tongue along Herman’s lips and that was all it took to send him careening over the edge as well, his hot seed filling the meagre gaps inside Robert where his thick cock didn’t fill. It spilled out the sides of where they were joined, soaking the floor under them as he moaned into Robert’s mouth, refusing to pull away even to steal a breath.
Robert slipped both of his hands into Herman’s hair as he settled down fully onto him, enjoying the feeling of being filled so completely for a little while longer.
“Cumming the second I kiss you back?” he teased, nudging Herman’s nose with his own, “You’re such a sap.”
Herman blushed, offering him a bashful grin, “I guess it just hit me that I wasn’t d-dreaming.”
Robert stroked the man’s damp, ginger locks affectionately, soothingly, “You really wanted this, huh?”
The younger man cocked his head, smiling sweetly up at him, eyes half-lidded with post-orgasm sleepiness, “You r-really had no idea?”
“I wish I had,” Robert answered, “We could’ve done this a lot sooner.” He brought himself in closer again, pressing his lips against those of his partner gently, “Have I finally won your forgiveness?”
He felt Herman’s considering hum vibrating across his lips and smiled.
“I was always gonna f-forgive you, Robert,” Herman laughed softly, giving chaste kiss after chaste kiss now that he seemingly could.
Brown eyes peeked across at the game over screen behind them, noting Herman’s character in the victory pose while his own character lay in a crumpled heap on the ground, “Even if I cheated a little at the game?”
“It was worth it,” Herman assured him, then, playfully nipping at his injured ear, added, “Besides, I still kicked your ass.”
The redhead saw the flash of challenge appearing again in those dark eyes.
“After our shower, I want a rematch!”
Herman’s cheeks were already hurting from smiling so much, “Okay, but you know I’m going to w-win again.”
Robert slowly pulled himself up from Herman’s lap, rising from the ground as his soft cock slipped out, trailing wetness down his thighs. Standing over him, dressed in nothing but the Mecha Man hoodie he had lent him, with his cum slowly flowing down the insides of his thighs, Herman felt himself stiffening up again at the show. Fuck, Robert really was all his fantasies come to life.
“And it’s only fair I get to keep the hoodie,” Robert was saying, oblivious to the fact that Herman’s motor had already started running again, “It’s my merchandise, after all.”
He let out a sound of muted surprise whenever he was turned and pressed up against the door, legs finding their way around Herman’s hips whenever the superhero lifted him up with ease. He let out a long, low moan as Herman slipped inside him again.
“H-Herman,” he gasped, “Fuck, w-wait, I-”
“Just one more,” the man muttered into the collar of his hoodie, “Fuck, Robert, just one more.”
Robert groaned, a little sore and a lot oversensitive, feeling that impressive cock pressing all the way inside again. He felt the slickness of Herman’s cum easing the way for him again, a thrill racing through him at being so obviously desired.
Christ, he’s so hot.
“Herman…” he moaned.
“You just looked so good in my clothes, dripping with me,” Herman mumbled, hips pressing up into the smaller man with as much care as he could muster, “You’re mine…all mine…s-say you’re mine…”
Robert’s legs crossed over at the ankle, and he squeezed down on the other man so tightly he could hardly breathe, “Yours,” he chanted, “Fuck, I’m yours, Herman. All yours. Only yours.”
Herman swore softly as he came again, more mess being added to the droplets already on the floor. When he looked at Robert, he knew he didn’t have to say anything, the other man could see it all written plainly on his face.
Robert’s lips against his were like a balm on his super-heated soul, “Yours,” he affirmed.
His legs might have trembled like a newborn deer’s on the way to Herman’s bathroom, but Robert still liked to think he looked a little bit proud too. Arm tossed around him, beaming from ear-to-ear, was the man who had thoroughly captured his heart. When they cleaned off, they used the same products, used the same towels, and whenever Robert pulled on his borrowed hoodie again (wiped down with a bit of soap and water for cleanliness sake) he was surrounded by a scent that was more than just Herman it was…them.
He let out a happy little sigh as he picked up his controller again, selecting his character. Whenever he glanced to the side, at the man he had come to care for even more than he could have ever imagined, he knew that he was thinking the same thing.
This night couldn’t have been more perfect.
Now all Robert had to do, was beat him at Street Fighter.