Chris doesn't know why they do this. Maybe it's the relief of getting out alive one more time. Maybe it's the thrill - after all, isn't that why they do this crazy superhero shit in the first place? Or maybe it's simply to block out the slightly hazy, red-tinged memories of hard blows to soft bodies and the cold concrete of the alley wall.
Whatever the reason, he can't think about it now. The slow peel of spandex over skin and the tangle of Dave's fingers in his hair distracts him. He is sliding his hands over slick leather, lips brushing lips, teeth grazing bruises. The windows are fogged up with smoke and he thinks briefly of the first time this happened - knowing that Dave was watching him take practised drags on the joint and then blow smoke out, licking his lips afterwards just to get a reaction. Dave had taken it warily, gingerly lifting it to his mouth between finger and thumb, and coughed so much after the first inhalation that Chris had taken it back and opened a window.
He remembers the soft cling of the weed scent to Dave's hair as it brushed his chin, while kisses burned their way to the hollow of his throat. He remembers the desperate crumple of cheap spandex and expensive leather and fake hair on the seat beside him as he lost the rest of the night in a warm, dark, smoky car.
And don't you think that Chris knows Dave's not really gay? That it's only a rumour, a rumour twisted into some ploy to get a girl? But he finds himself here, every time muttering 'This'll be the last time man, I swear.' and flicking the lighter.
He feels the smallest spark of guilt each time he has to avert his eyes when the masks come off, when he feels the need to dim the in-car lights and cover the already tinted windows with smoke. Chris tells Dave that he doesn't want 'publicity' but sometimes, when he really thinks about it, he figures that maybe he's just hiding it from himself. He also thinks that it's possibly, just possibly, wrong to...do that stuff with Dave when he's high on a dangerous blend of weed and adrenaline.
But Chris couldn't care less, as long as he gets what he wants. Because lets face it - he's pretty damn used to that.
a/N: Thank you for reading and I'm sorry about my long sentences – I don't know if you noticed that, though? Review if you enjoyed it.
