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Rose appeared on the TV screen in just a bathrobe. The scene of Jack drawing the main character... Her hands untied the belt, revealing her naked beautiful and young body.
Flambae sighed quietly, bored, looking sideways at his friend. Prism... was scrolling through social media as usual. He took the phone from her hand.
"Chad, you... Fuck, you chose the movie. I didn't wanted to watch the fucking Titanic for the 20th time." Alice muttered, trying to pry the phone from his grip.
"No support, none," he muttered under his breath, raising his hand so the woman couldn't reach the phone. "Nothing at all. Just your followers."
Prism stopped trying to snatch the phone from him. She leaned against the back of the couch, looking at Flambae a little more seriously...
"Okay, so why don't you tell me what happened that you're watching Titanic for the 30th time? You only do that after breakups..." Alice raised an eyebrow. She remembered Chad's message after... After the night he blew up, but she thought it was about Robert.
Chad looked away, clearly... embarrassed by the reason. This surprised Alice a bit, but also worried her. Damn, this had to be something serious. She grabbed the remote and paused the movie, which no longer interested either of them.
"This is stupid," he muttered under his breath, wanting to discourage Prism from digging around, but at this point? It was impossible.
"It's not stupid if... Just tell me, we'll figure something out together. And if he's some idiot... He didn't deserve you. We could go and burn down his house. Unless you've already done that, then we'll burn down his father's house." She laughed, trying to break the rather tense atmosphere.
"It's about Waterboy," he finally spat out. Prism burst out laughing at first, but Flambae's furious face made her think. He was serious.
"Really? Him?" She frowned slightly, wondering. "I mean... I can see appeal, I guess," she said after a moment, then snorted again. "But I thought he was afraid of you. Or maybe he likes it that way?"
"Fuck, come on, he's afraid of his own shadow." He immediately waved his hand to deny it, but... the truth was, Prism had a point. At first, Waterboy had practically trembled at the sight of him.
Prism just rolled her eyes, annoyed by Flambae. She knew better. Although... Yeah, that boy was afraid of everyone on the Z-Team. He had reason to be, the bunch of bastards.
"You said you 'fucked up'. What exactly?" she muttered after a moment, looking at him expectantly.
She saw Chad struggling, but he always told her everything about his dating life, which was incredibly messy, but still. Dating when you have trouble controlling your emotions... was hard. That's why he didn't do it anymore. First he wanted to get himself together, then find someone.
"Well... I kissed him."
"YOU DID WHAT?" She practically jumped on the couch.
"Fuck, I kissed him, are you happy?!" He growled, getting up and going to the fridge for a beer. Nah, he wouldn't tell that sober, for the world.
Prism was still sitting on the couch, smiling, waiting for Flambae to return from the kitchen. She wanted to hear every little detail of their little date. When he walked through the door back into the living room with an open bottle of cold beer, she immediately moved closer.
"Okay, a kiss. Sounds kind of cool. So what's the big deal? Why did you 'fuck up'?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, invested in whatever had happened in her friend's life.
"Well..." He drew out the word, sitting down and taking a sip of his beer. "I kissed him, and he... didn't even react. I mean, he just sat there like an idiot. He didn't reciprocate or anything. You know. He just... sat there." There was something in Flambae's tone that spoke of his lack of confidence.
What? Wasn't he handsome enough, cool enough? Wasn't he strong enough? He was so fucking strong, so what's a problem?
"You think... he..."
"No, don't even start," Alice replied before Flambae could finish.
"But... maybe?" Chad scratched his chin in confusion, trying to find an explanation.
"Chad, fuck, he was worried about you when... when you had your outburst.” Prism sighed, finally everything made sense. That's why he was asking her... if Flambae was giving any signs of life.
"What?" the man asked, visibly surprised.
"Yeah, he was worried and asked me if you were giving any signs of life, idiot. Nah, he's definitely gay, and even if he's not, he's interested in men too. Or the one who's currently worrying next to me." She scoffed at him as Flambae looked at the ground.
"So... why?"
"Maybe he's a pussy? Maybe he wasn't expecting it? I don't know, guys are fucked up sometimes." She took the bottle from his hand and took a sip of the flavored beer herself. "Mmm, cherry." She glanced at the label.
"So... you think..."
"Oh, the guy wants you like hell. Otherwise, he wouldn't be drenching you on every mission." She laughed, thinking about how she'd almost gone deaf, like half the team, when Flambae had screamed his head off into the microphone. Waterboy had accidentally puked up water from the stress, and Flambae had tripped... mission gone.
“Fuck you.” He was visible red on his face, and it wasn’t alcohol.
“He wants you wet, I know it”
[...]
The next day in the locker room, Flambae was adjusting his ponytail and goggles when he spotted Waterboy in the mirror. The younger tried not to look at him, but failed when he almost tripped on the floor, which was by his own fault, wet. Chad just snorted under his breath.
"Flambae, Waterboy, someone wants to burn down the public library. Go over there." Dispatcher's voice echoed in his ear. Yeah, he and Robert had already been through this, but...
"Fuck." He pressed the button so Robert could hear him. "Do I have to go with this wet rag?" he growled, not even looking at Waterboy.
"Yes," he replied curtly.
"Why don't you give him a fucking reason?"
"Because I said so. Don't make it up. You'll manage, and Waterboy is doing better already." Robert sighed, explaining, clearly bored.
"Yeah, he sucked on the last shift," Flambae muttered, to which Malevola immediately interjected.
"Maybe he'll suck something else now?" Everyone burst out laughing at her words.
"Fuck, you weren't supposed to tell everyone," Prism growled. "Demon bitch."
"Sorry, girl... I thought it would be fun," Malevola muttered, and silence fell in Flambae's ear as he rubbed his face with his hand. This is going to be... a long shift.
[...]
They walked to the venue in silence, trying their absolute best not to even look at each other. After a moment, however, Flambae heard quietly.
"I... S-sorry..." Herm muttered, looking at Chad uncertainly.
"Sorry? Is that all you fucking know? Apologize endlessly? Fucking hell, shut your mouth already," Flambae growled, not even wanting to hear it. He felt... fucking humiliated.
Waterboy fell silent. Yeah, he was right... This was the second time in a row he'd apologized...
It wasn't like... he didn't want to. Kissing Flambae had been a dream come true, but... He didn't know what to do. Realistically... he didn't know what to do then.
They finally reached the reporting point. Some hooligans, teenagers who didn't know what they were doing. They'd just set fire to... a trash can in front of the building.
"Okay, puke and it'll be over," Flambae muttered to Herm as he started walking toward the kids who were trying to set another trash can on fire.
Waterboy quickly forced himself to hang over the trash can, releasing a jet of water from his mouth. He wiped his mouth, stepping back and looking proudly at the smoke rising from the now extinguished flames. Oh, he did great!
When he turned to Flambae, he saw him talking rather calmly with a group of teenage boys... The dumpster didn't seem to be on fire. After a while, the group left, and Herm decided to approach.
"What... did you tell them?" Waterboy asked rather shyly, as Flambae smiled.
"That if they keep this up, they'll end up like us. They'll be fucking around in latex all over town." He shrugged, laughing.
"But it's... it's not latex, it's spandex," Waterboy corrected him rather hesitantly, as if he didn't know the obvious.
"Yeah, but they don't know that. Latex sounds more terrifying to teenagers with morning erections."
[...]
This day had been... strange, but also peaceful. Maybe that was what was so strange about it? Herm had expected something different, but he didn't really know what. He'd often imagined before bed how he'd kiss Flambae, apologizing, how Flambae would throw himself into his arms, and... He blushed a little, staring at the microwave window where his food was swirling.
He shouldn't be thinking about things like that at work. Waterboy... didn't have much relationship experience, practically none. And Flambae... seemed so confident; many people were probably interested in him. He felt the pressure, but at the same time... he'd probably already ruined everything.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear anyone enter the kitchen.
"They say you can get cancer from that," Prism muttered quietly, looking at Waterboy, who had just looked up from the microwave.
"C-cancer?" he whispered, not understanding what she meant.
"Yeah, from the microwave. You know, radioactive waves and stuff." She waved her hand, taking a yogurt drink from the fridge.
"R-Really?"
"No, I'm kidding. My mother believed it. She also believed the old man would come back." She sighed quietly and then shrugged.
The sudden traumatic dumping startled Waterboy, but before he could respond, the microwave beeped and he jumped. He began to carefully remove the plate... feeling someone's eyes on him as he did so.
"So... You screwed up," Prism muttered, making Waterboy shiver. "You know, when a guy kisses you, it's a sign that he wants you. Not that you have to sit there like an idiot." She glared at the younger man accusingly.
"I... T-that... you... Wait, you know?" Waterboy blinked a few times.
"Honey, I know everything. Maybe even too much sometimes." She stood up, throwing away the empty yogurt bottle. "I also know he's worried about reading the wrong signals. But in my opinion, you're just a pussy. Fix it."
With those words, she simply walked out of the kitchen, and Waterboy was only able to take a breath when the sound of her heels faded. He also swallowed hard, looking at his food, which had already cooled down.
[...]
"I thought... actually... I... I wasn't thinking then. You... I really... yes, I really like you. And... I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I really like you... honestly, like... like a guy's guy... I mean... Like... You know... Yeah..." He practiced under his breath as he walked down the hall. Getting his thoughts out was harder than he expected, even with a degree of certainty that... Flambae reciprocated his feelings. Or maybe not? Maybe it was... a joke? Him and Prism? Maybe the entire Z-Team?
The shift was over, and it had gone surprisingly well, except for the fact that Punch-Up had had a bit of a fight with Golem after they messed up their mission together. Waterboy went into the locker room to change, hoping to find Flambae there too. He wasn't wrong.
The man was just putting on a shirt and packing his clothes into his bag. Seeing Herm, he just rolled his eyes and headed for the door... where Waterboy stood.
"Can you... move your ass?" He growled, looking at him with pity.
"No," Waterboy said firmly. Then he swallowed and... staring at Flambae's chest, he began to speak. "I was an idiot. A very... very big idiot. I think you're... great. You're... cool." He tried not to look at Chad's face, afraid he'd lose his confidence and not finish his confession. "And it's not like I didn't want to. I just, I've never had a boyfriend. Never... or a girlfriend. Nobody. And... And nobody was interested in me."
Flambae, listening to this, leaned against the locker.
"And it was just... It... it was a lot, that night. When... you sang and... you sang really well. I liked that... Everyone was looking at you. And... and that guy who... who came up to you and... I just... I still can't understand why... You know, why me. Why me when you... when you're... you know..." He mumbled, unable to find the words, his face growing redder and his breathing heavier.
"When I'm so cool?" Flambae laughed, raising an eyebrow.
"Y-yeah..." He looked up and saw that... smile, the gap in his teeth. And again... he was speechless. But just as he was about to back away, he felt Chad's hand take his. Their fingers intertwined.
"No... actually, I was stupid. I was a little tipsy. And I kissed you... just like that. We can... slow down a bit, if you want." Flambae squeezed his hand slightly, as if letting Waterboy know it was okay.
"I... maybe... I mean... Yeah, yeah... slow down."
[...]
"Is that what you call slowing down? I don't want to know what happens when you speed up."
He heard a voice somewhere in his ear as the door slammed shut, and he began to touch whatever was in reach. Strong arms, an unexpectedly soft and pleasant breast, a waist he'd longed to embrace, and a firm ass...
"I won't run away," Chad laughed, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing Herm's lips. This time, the younger man composed himself and closed his eyes, kissing Chad back.
At some point, he felt a burning sensation. He jerked his head back in surprise, much to Flambae's surprise.
"Fuck, sorry, I... sometimes can't control it," he mumbled, smiling nervously.
"...Do that again," Herm said, incredibly serious.
Flambae raised his eyebrows in surprise, and when the kiss didn't come, Waterboy pulled him closer, demanding another burning kiss. Literally burning. More kisses landed on Herm's jaw, and his fingers played with the clasp of his jumpsuit, as if asking if he could. Waterboy mumbled an affirmative, then felt a gentle wave of cold as the collar fell open, but the subsequent kisses quickly warmed him.
He felt a slight burn, but he didn't mind it much, hearing Flambae's soft chuckle. He enjoyed this game.
Waterboy paid no attention to anything else but the man kissing him. He didn't really know what to do when he kissed him. What did you do in situations like this?
He felt a large hand on his shoulder, pushing him deeper into the apartment. Before Waterboy could turn around, they were in Chad's bedroom. It was cluttered with things. Herm didn't know where to focus his attention, which he didn't do for more than a few measly seconds. He fell onto the hard mattress, his view of the lamp and ceiling blocked by Flambae himself, who smiled as he looked down at him.
"So... Hermy..." Flambae whispered, waiting for the man beneath him to move. He didn't want to... rush something again.
"I... I... I think I love you," Herm muttered, staring at Chad as if struck by a blow.
The phrase amused Flambae, who settled down next to Waterboy and turned onto his side.
"You know, that's more of a wedding altar thing to say." He shook his head, smoothing Hermy's hair back from his forehead.
The thought stirred something in Waterboy's lower stomach. A strange warmth spread through him.
"We don't have to... you know..." Flambae wanted to say more, but Waterboy started unzipping his jumpsuit. "You know, it's more... sexy when someone else does it. Or, you could do it with your teeth." He began to toss out ideas, which amused Waterboy a bit and relieved some of the tension.
Chad wasn't judging him...
"Should I get a towel or..."
"W-why?" Herm asked, surprised. After a moment, however, he realized. "Oh... I... no... I'll try not to."
"I mean, damn it. I don't want to ask, but... I mean, whatever. It's just, you said you... never had a boyfriend, or... a girlfriend. So you also never..." He wanted to ask this question as delicately as possible, already knowing that... sometimes Waterboy was ashamed of certain things.
"Yeah... It... I never really had... the chance." He looked away, a little embarrassed by the confession. No one ever made fun of him for it, but social pressure...
"Nah, sometimes it’s better later than... too soon. With the wrong person, for example," Flambae winked at him. "I just want... to be sure you want it. You know, if you're sure it's with me."
Actually, for Herm, there was nothing to ponder. He didn't want to tell Flambae, it was too embarrassing, but he'd fantasized about this moment since they'd first been together in the bar. When the fire had touched him during the flight. The burn had lingered for weeks. The thought of him... owning him, touching him on nights when it was harder to fall asleep...
Sometimes he felt disgusted by these thoughts. They were colleagues after all... or maybe not? Sometimes he thought Chad actually hated him. And yet... he still imagined Chad smiling at him with that endearing gap-toothed smile.
The most embarrassing thing was... visiting certain websites. Searching for men with... a similar build to Flambae's, or even an accent. The search was never fruitful, and he... felt sick after his phone screen went off. What was he doing? What had he become because of... him.
"But you... do you really like me?" Herm finally asked after a moment of silence.
"No, not at all," he muttered, then laughed. "Look around. We're at my house, on my bed. You're covered in burns, and not from the fight..."
"I just... wanted to hear it."
"Yeah. You know... I'm a real hothead sometimes, but... I don't know, it's easier with you. I mean... it sounds stupid. But I could get used to it." Flambae's smile faded as he started to speak more seriously. "Usually... my relationships were like dancing with fire. You know... a blast at first, and then... it faded quickly. I always thought that, you know... I was the problem."
"Hah... water and fire," Herm interjected. He'd said something similar during their first shift together.
"Fucking classic," Flambae laughed himself.
"So, you know... if you want, we can just watch a movie and then..." He started to speak as his gaze drifted down to Herm's... crotch. Well, that wasn't the sight he'd expected.
"Or we'll skip the movie." He snorted softly, his hand sliding up Waterboy's thigh, avoiding his private parts.
"Sorry, I just..." Herm mumbled, embarrassed, but Flambae began to shush him.
"Is that... a yes or no? You can settle this in the bathroom if you want. I won't be mad." Instead of answering, Herm moved Chad's hand to his own crotch. "I'll take that as a yes."
Before Waterboy could realize it, Flambae was already on the carpet in front of the bed, kneeling.
"We'll have our first few times tonight then," he muttered, pulling Herm's clothes off in one swift motion, leaving him in his underwear. The wet mark on the fabric spoke volumes of his impatience.
The older man placed Herm's thighs on his shoulders, kissing his hard member, covered in the layer of material. The act itself was... a big deal for Waterboy, who... seeing the man kneeling right in front of him... simply came in his underwear.
"Fuck, that was... fast." He laughed, and before the younger man could say anything, Flambae had pulled his penis out of his underwear, starting to suck on it. He didn't mind that it was soft, and Herm felt a pleasant tingle and warmth in his lower stomach where Chad held his hand.
Pretty soon, he was starting to harden again. Just seeing Flambae like that... It was hard for him to describe... Herm's thighs tightened gently around Chad's muscular neck.
When Waterboy was fully hard, the older man pulled him out of his mouth. Herm involuntarily protested, pushing his hips forward and rubbing the head of his cock against Flambae's lips.
"Easy... you'll get something better soon... Promise." He kissed his thigh, slowly rising from his knees. Waterboy, seeing... the shape reflected in Flambae's pants, actually swallowed hard, loudly like in a cartoon.
He was... really big. But it suited Flambae, or so he thought. Everything about Chad was... impressive.
The older man began rummaging through the cabinets for something, until he finally smiled and slammed the shelf shut. Condoms. He returned to the bed where... Herm layed ready. He had never felt so exposed, but... Flambae's gaze made it a little easier.
"I was thinking about... a ride..." Flambae ran a finger from Herm's navel to the base of his penis... then stopped at the head, gently rubbing the precum.
"You... You mean I... you..." He couldn't wrap his head around it. He'd always thought... Flambae had seemed the dominant character, and now...
"Yes, you do me. Do you like it or do you prefer something else?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. At Herm's thought, he pursed his lips.
"Very... yes. I mean this. I want this," Waterboy muttered, feeling foolish. How could he refuse? How could he even consider... When... Chad...
He felt his throat dry as the man began to undress himself. On the one hand, his worksuit left little to the imagination. It hugged Flambae's body well. But still... The sight of the man naked was something completely new. Or maybe it was just... the enormous penis that slapped against his muscular thighs as he climbed onto the bed and Herm. He leaned his lower back against Waterboy’s knees, and their penises brushed against each other.
Waterboy sighed softly at the feeling of Flambae's warm skin. After a moment, the feeling vanished as he pulled the latex condom over Herm's length. The boy was so mesmerized by the man's body that he didn't notice him squeezing some lubricant into his hand and beginning to rub it between his hands to warm it up. Immediately after, he applied it to Herm's penis, making a few up and down strokes... Waterboy moaned softly.
"It'll be slow at first... Just how you like it," Chad joked under his breath, lifting himself slightly to insert Waterboy. He tensed slightly, looking over his shoulder.
Warm and tight... Herm hummed softly at the feeling, instinctively placing his hands on Flambae's muscular thighs... When Chad had fully collapsed on him, he looked into his face.
"Like it?" Before Herm could respond to the playful teasing, Flambae rose and fell violently several times, muttering curses under his breath.
"Y...yes...I..." He only managed to grunt, unable to stop admiring the man. After a few strokes, Chad rested his hand on Waterboy's shoulder. The movements became regular and rapid, and the hand tightened painfully, stinging Herm's reddened skin.
The room filled with loud wet slaps and claps as Flambae's penis bounced against Herm's stomach. Waterboy didn't even think about taking it in his hand at this moment. Somehow, the gentle ache of the weight of the penis hitting him excited him... Heavy and hard, as Chad panted with exertion and pleasure, looking him in the face the entire time.
At one point, Flambae leaned forward a bit, taking Herm's hand and placing it on his chest.
"I like it... like this." He squeezed Waterboy's hand gently to demonstrate. Almost immediately, the younger man got the idea. It got even louder...
He didn't want it to end... He damn well didn't want this sight to end. But at the same time, he felt the now-unmistakable knot in his stomach and a warmth that sought release. He ejaculated, Chad's name on his lips, into the condom. The man slowly stopped, feeling him soften, yet he continued to gently rub himself, still seeking pleasure. He himself wasn't finished yet.
Flambae stroked Herm's lower abdomen, which was warm and soft.
"That was... R-really..." Waterboy continued mumbling, clouded by pleasure, but when... he looked at Chad's still-hard penis, he became concerned... "Did I... do something wrong?" He felt guilty...
"An old horse like me needs a little more..." Flambae joked, climbing off Herm and starting to touch himself... but the younger man stopped him, grabbing his wrist.
"C-can I... can I try... M-with my mouth?" He mumbled, not knowing how to put it into words, as Chad tilted his head, pleased with the idea.
"It's all yours." Flambae laughed, pulling him down by the nape of his neck.
Herm ran his tongue, veined and pulsating, along Chad's penis, feeling a shiver run through the man. He kissed Flambae's length several times, trying to replicate what the older man had been doing to him.
"You don't have to take it all in your mouth... I don't want you to choke... Unless you like it," Flambae laughed, running his hand through the younger man's hair, who took his cockhead between his lips, his tongue flicking across the crack. "Fuck... Were you born for this or something? How much porn have you watched before this?" He moaned playfully, but Herm stopped, looking up at Flambae. He wiped the saliva from his mouth with the side of his hand... his face flushed with exertion and... embarrassment.
When Chad realized this, he sobered a bit. He gave him a kiss on the top of his head.
"I wanted to tell you, you're doing good. Really good." He cupped his face, pressing against his lip.
Herm took his thumb into his mouth. It tasted salty and... lubricant. He stared with his large eyes at the gently smiling Flambae, who was practically devouring him with his gaze.
"Finish, I won’t bother you anymore." He patted his cheek reassuringly.
After trying to take it all in, he felt a slight reflex, causing... water to flow down Flambae's thighs and penis. Suddenly, the cool sensation of the water didn't seem to quench him; he came in Herm's mouth, pressing one of his breasts.
"Fuck, sorry, I..." Flambae muttered, not warning Waterboy before he came, but the boy seemed to manage it despite his mouthful of water mixed with cum. He began to swallow slowly. A little red, he looked at Flambae, waiting... for something?
"...Um... Good boy. That was good, Herm. Just don't force it all in next time." He laughed, lying down on the bed and pulling Waterboy with him to lie on top of him.
"So... will there be next time?" Herm asked in a whisper, gently brushing the hair on Chad's chest.
"Yeah... why not. But maybe next time we can actually watch a movie first... or something." He laughed, looking at Herm.
"Or... I'll introduce you to my grandma?" He asked, lifting his head slightly from Flambae's chest, and he smiled crookedly.
"Maybe... let's wipe off this water first. I don't want to sleep on a wet bed."
[…]
Herm, snuggled into Chad's chest and touching his muscular shoulder, slept quietly. Flambae discreetly reached for his phone to open his messenger. Messages from Prism. Without reading any of them, he quickly typed.
"Got a boyfriend." Then he put the phone down and moved closer to Herm, resting his chin on the top of his head.