Disclaimer: I don't own, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction... certain ideas and inspiration belongs to Satanizmihomedog on Deviantart.
KickAssXRedMist Warning: This was just an excuse for me to write some smut with some slight humor mixed in.
The window budged open, as black gloved fingers pushed the wood frame upwards an inch. The slim fingers slipped into the open gap, shoving with a quick jerk at the window to raise it fully open. Releasing the frame, the Red Mist gripped the sill to hoist himself up through the window with a less than graceful tumble into the room. Banging his legs against a piece of furniture, he let out a grumble of curses as he sat on the carpet, bringing his knees up to his chest to reach the sore spots. Another set of hands found the sill as a green masked face peeked it's way into the room, before pulling back to properly hoist himself into the room rather skillfully, avoiding the furniture with easy movements.
"Well, here we are. Welcome to Kick Ass's secret layer." Kick Ass moved around the other superhero casually, ignoring the sour pout he adorned from his banged up legs. Collapsing into his desk chair, Kick Ass let himself relax, stretching out his legs and settling on watching Red Mist sit on his floor.
"Hey, could you shut the window for me?" Receiving only a miniscule glare, Red Mist pushed himself off the floor, and taking in his surroundings for the first time. "So this is your room." His voice was almost monotone in a form of sardonic disbelief as he moved the couple steps back towards the window to slam it back down before grinning back at Kick Ass.
"Your walls are purple? What the hell? And you say you didn't know you had gay tendencies?" Glancing around his room himself as Red Mist moved almost predatorily towards him, Kick Ass raised his eyebrows and shrugged as he kicked his shoes off. "This coming from the guy who has Teddy Bears lining his walls? Besides, my mom picked it out way back." Red Mist placed his hands slowly over Kick Ass's who had his palms resting over the end of the chair arms.
"You sure your dad's still at work?" Red Mist muttered as he inched his body closer, until he was practically sitting in Kick Ass's lap, the fabric of their costumes rubbing together awkwardly. "
He'll be working until tonight, school just got out about half an hour ago, we have plenty of time together." Tugging a hand out from under the gloved black one, he reached with his own yellow fingers to trace the outline of the almost butterfly like design of The Red Mists mask below one of his eyes. Rubbing his thumb down and the superheroes nose and landing onto the mouth, Kick Ass felt the soft lips part and rubbed his thump over the bottom lip, until Red Mist used his tongue to coax it into his mouth. As his thumb was being played with by Red Mists mouth, Kick Ass brought his other fingers around to cub the other teens chin. Finally pulling his other hand away from the arm rest, while continuing to stare transfixed at the simple but intriguing work that was being applied to his thumb, Kick Ass moved his hand to pull at Red Mists cape, causing him to be yanked completely into his lap, their hips jutting together and creating visions of what he wanted to happen to appear more clearly in his mind. The arousal growing farther under his spandex tight pants, Kick Ass pulled his thumb away to use both of his hands to work at unfastening the cape.
Feeling Red Mists hands move to around his neck to find the zipper for his costume, Kick Ass threw the cape to the ground so he could wrap his arms around the teen as he leaned forward in the seat giving more available access to his back The material peeled away from his skin as the zipper slid down, the air hitting cool against him. Leaning back and releasing his hold on Red Mist he allowed for his suit to be peeled off and tugged to rest around his waist, his gloves having been thrown atop the desk only the moment before. Reaching up to tug at his mask, he felt Red Mist stop him, grabbing at his hands and pulling tem away from the green mask, "Don't," leaning until his mouth was next to Kick Ass's hidden ear he continued, "I want to be Fucking kick Ass." The hot air blew against the mask, making his ear feel hot and flush. Without warning, he placed his hands below Red Mists ass, palming a cheek in each hand and lifted the superhero with him as he rose to stand, causing the other teen to wobble a bit from surprise and latch on to Kick Ass as he lost balance, pulling him back with him as he fell onto the bed. Laughing, Kick Ass finally landed a kiss onto his boyfriend, his lips dry and chapped from the bit of winter air that lingered.
Enjoying the sensual feel of their lips rub together coarsely, soft and chapped, Kick Ass pulled at his pants, stumbling to actually slip them off. Dipping the tip of his tongue into the crease between the others lips to steal a taste of him, Kick Ass let go of the lips, dragging his nose until it was situated slightly above the teens ear. The smell of faux hair and the smoke that still lingered in the black and red haywire strands of Red Mists wig, invaded his nostrils as he hummed from the familiar scent, his hands having moved to unclasp the buckle of Red Mists belt with record speed, the metal pieces clanging together as he carelessly let it fall to the floor, having become more preoccupied with blindly tearing at the bottom have of the Red Mists costume. Snaking his way off the bed he knelt beside the teens feet and struggled to remove the shoes before being able to rid his lover of the skin tight pants. As soon as the pants were freely in his hands, Kick ass threw them beside the belt and turned to stand, watching Red Mist slip under the covers, his upper half still clothed. "Don t forget to grab the lube, it s in the belt."
Shaking his head, Kick Ass smiled, reaching for the belt and searching through the few utility spots, finally coming in contact with the familiar white tube, he tossed it at the teen in his bed. "You just happen to carry the lube around with you?" A twist to the side of Red Mists lips and a one shoulder shrug came before the actual response. "Well, I never know when I'll get the chance to Fuck a super hero."
"You're the Red Mist, a super hero yourself, you know." A smile lit up Red Mist s face as he stretched his arms out, running his hands across the pillows aimlessly, one hand fisted over the tube of lube. Yea. "That just makes it twice as fucking awesome, huh?" Climbing under the covers next to his partner, Kick Ass ran his hands over the teens hips, sliding his palms up under the top of the costume and enjoying the arching feeling beneath his finger tips. He rubbed his thumbs over the smooth skin across the ribcages and up to rub at the pert nipples. As his hands stayed busy, he kissed spots around Red Mists face. "You want to be on top?" Moving his lips to be pressed against the red superheros, made him able to feel the mouth beneath his as it twisted into a frown. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck my brains out the next time you got the chance?" His words were mumbled into their kiss and Kick Ass took the advantage of his open mouth to roll their tongues together in a frenzy until he heard the soft mewling moans whimper out from Red Mists throat. "I can still fuck your brains out if you re on top." A very unmanly but provocative scream rang out as Kick Ass grabbed each side of Red Mist, flipping him over until he was sitting on his lap under the covers. "That was sexy."
Red Mist blushed as he raised a hand to fix his wig, the other placed firmly against Kick Ass's bare chest to steady himself, biting his lip to stop the moans as Kick Ass bucked their bare hips together. Slipping his hands out from under Red Mists shirt, leaving it bunched up, he reached for the lube. Grabbing his partners hand away from his head, he turned the palm up, squeezing a generous amount of lube out before placing the slicked hand against his length, letting Red Mist rub the length and lather the gel around, using a spinning motion on his tip and touching the sensitive underside with just slightly more pressure, causing him to grow even harder and grunts to arise from. Spreading Red Mists legs just a farther bit away from either side of his waist, he brought the lube to his fingers until they were slick. Tossing the tube to the floor in the general vicinity of the discarded clothing, he reached between them, sliding a slick finger between Red Mists cheeks at a tantalizingly slow pace, his other hand giving rough strokes to the untouched shaft that rubbed against his stomach as Red Mist leaned farther towards him. Teasing the small pucker, he pumped his fingers between the rounded pale cheeks, rubbing the nerves around the hole, causing it to relax before slipping a lubricated finger into the tight cavern, amazed my the heat. Twisting his finger around, stretching the entrance until he could angle the finger upwards to hit against his sweet spot, knowing when he hit it by the small gasp followed the throbbing twitch of the member in his hand. Licking at his drying lips he listened to the quick pants above him, enjoying the sharp hold of nails in his chest as Red Mist clawed at him, while fumbling in his movements of giving a hand job to gather himself as his sweet spot was pressed. Pulling back his finger he slipped it out enough that he could bend his knuckle, pushing back in and twisting his bent finger he slipped in another slick digit, twisting and pumping until he was satisfied with how prepared he had gotten the boy above him. Pulling his member out of Red Mists grasp, Kick Ass slid it between the supple cheeks, mimicking the earlier actions that he had used with his fingers, before fully slipping in the tip.
Red Mist let a sharp cry of initial shock as he grasped a hand on either side of Kick Ass's chest before slowly taking initiative and lowering himself farther down, rotating his hips in an alluring manor that helped ease himself down. Kick Ass sucked in a deep breath as he pressed his head into the pillows, trying to force his eyes to stay open and watch the expression on Red Mists face. When Red Mist's cheeks finally came in contact with the base, he lifted himself back up until the tip was barely staying in, leaning back on one arm to support his weight and moving his other hand to grasp Kick Ass's shaft. Moving it around his rim in a teasing gesture, he started to repetitively start moving his hips in jerky motions, taking it in an inch before rising himself almost completely off and repeating the actions rhythmically until Kick Ass yanked his hips down while thrusting upwards, filling him to the hilt, deep moans bursting from them both as Kick Ass continued to thrust up as Red Mist helped his hips to match his rhythm. A slam came from the front yard, sounding quite similar to a car door, having Red Mist freaze for a second in reaction, disrupting their rhythm for a beat as he looked towards the window, as if he could see where the noise was coming from through a glance at the glass. Kick Ass tightened his hands on Red Mist s hips to bring him back to focus, the tightening ball of please building in the pit of his stomach as he watched the muscles in the red super hero s abdomen flex with the rocking.
As Red Mist turned back to Kick Ass, their speed rising, he shifted their position to where he had his hands gripping onto Kick Ass s mask as he ground his hips, the new angle rubbing right into his prostate, causing a white to build around the edges of his vision. They heard the knocking and slamming of the front doors, alon' with the footsteps moving closer to the bedroom, but as much as a nagging in the back of their mind told them to worry about the unexpected visitor, the feeling of pressure about to burst in their guts stopped them from breaking their rhythm. Kick Ass lifted an arm to bring Red Mist even closer to where he could bite into the nape of his neck to stifle his labored breathing, Red Mist shoving his mouth into Kick Ass's mask to do the same. Being so close to orgasm, Red Mist tried to block out the banging on Kick Ass s door and focus on the delicious friction of his member sliding roughly against Kick ass's stomach in harsh fluid movements. "Open up your damn door Dave, I have a tracking device on your bag, I know you have to be in there!" All that was responded was a bit of fabric rustling.
"Don't make me knock the damn door down, so fucking open up you guys!" As Kick ass and Red Mist ignored her still, wrapped up in trying to finish, Hit Girl banged again on the door. "Alright Faggots! I give you until the count of three, we have a drug lord to bust! One!" Red Mist gave a breathy but soundless scream into Kick Ass s mask, his seed spurting hot and slippery between them, spreading it with every thrust that Kick Ass continued to give.
"Two!" Kick Ass bit down, grinding his teeth to avoid screaming as his climax hit, spilling himself into Red Mist who hissed from the stinging burn that the bite left.
"Three!" Hit girl burst the door open just as Red Mist was lifting himself off his collapsed position on top of Kick Ass, with shaky arms their lower halves, barely covered by the sheet.
"WTF." Staring at their red faces, she slowly backed out of the doorway. I'll give you five minutes to get yourselves back in order! I jacked the Mist Mobile over here, so you better meet me down there when you re ready! Jeez, when I called you faggots, I didn t expect to walk in on you two acting like it! Her figure retreated farther down the hall as Dave rolled Chris to be positioned under him, giving him one last heated kiss before pulling away to gather their costumes.
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