So... yep! There's a new story! And it's contemporary. Chasing the Sun and Ascension are on hold right now. Writing about such sensitive and deep topics can really take their toll on a person. So, there's a fluffy, funny and smutty fic to tide you over until I feel better! (There MIGHT be one more update for CTS coming later tonight if I can finish it). This one! I have a good few chapters written already, so updates will be regular if people want more. If you love Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Marvel and books, this is right up your street. Jace has a filthy mind, I'll warn you right now. (Because filthy minds are the best!) So read on and enjoy! If enough people want to read more, I'll carry on writing it! Have a great summer, guys! And thank-you to those that voted for Ascension in the fic awards again! Read on for adorable geeky Jace! x

The Summer We Became Superheroes.

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It was official – she'd given him a raging hard-on in the middle of a store. Even worse, a comic-book store that was beyond packed and overflowing with both kids and adults alike.

"No, no, no-!" Jace gasped, flinging himself through the tightly packed crowd, his destination the shiny red door marked PRIVATE just off the entrance. As soon as he was inside and the door was shut behind him, Jace sagged against the slightly peeling wallpaper and sighed in relief.

Girls, he thought with an internal groan, raising a hand and pushing his glasses back up his nose before they dropped off the end of his nose. Again. He'd broken his lenses too many times to count that way.

Women. Girls. The female of the species. More commonly known to Jace as his Kryptonite. His weakness. It wasn't the fact that he slept around often, it was because he'd never even been touched by one. To be kissed by a girl was a dream, and to have sex with one nothing but pure fantasy. After all, what kind of girl would desire a guy who couldn't see more than a few inches in front of him without glasses and lived above a comic-book store? Jace cringed at the mere thought of bringing a girl back to his bedroom. It was insanely tidy, yes, but the cover on his duvet was a collage of different superheroes. Plus there was the life-sized poster of Black Widow on the back of his bedroom door. Actually, his entire bedroom was a shrine to all things Marvel, Harry Potter, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.

"Just think about something disgusting" Jace muttered to himself, glaring down at the front of his jeans as they grew uncomfortably tight once more. "Uh, Darth Vader naked. Um, uh, grandmother Imogen having sex with Jabba the Hutt! Oh... yeah, there we go." The boner problem instantly vanished. Jabba the Hutt could solve anything.

When the babble behind the door grew once more, Jace sighed lightly; it was time to venture back into the heart of the Death Star. The customers seemed to Jace like Stormtroopers and the girl was a Sith Lord. A very hot Sith Lord. He was certain that she knew how to handle a guy's lightsaber.

Don't look, he told himself sternly as he cracked the door and peered out through the gap. Don't you dare.

He ignored the inner voice of reason and looked over towards the counter. There, chatting animatedly to Jace's adoptive mother, was the girl of his dreams.

Well, kinda.

She had wild ginger hair that was currently held back by a large black clip, leaving her smiling face exposed. Jace wanted to get up close and personal so he could count just how many freckles she had. Even at this distance he could see them spattering her face like tiny dark flecks of paint. Also, she was so very small. Dinky as he liked to say.

Jace knew it was weird of him, but he always preferred the short girls to the tall and model-like ones. The truth was that tall girls – no, all girls frightened him. But he did have a weakness for the ones with the perky breasts, or ones with enormous knockers that you could bury your face between. They were fucking great too. There was only one thing wrong with the flame-haired girl he was spying on, and that was the non-existent breasts.

I'm so shallow, Jace thought, shameful as his eyes raked the girl's chest. It was the t-shirt she was wearing that had caught his attention: the black shirt that was stretched across her small boobs read BRB, TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD in big, bold white lettering. He'd totally walked into the Death Note stand because he'd been staring so hard and knocked it over, wincing as it banged and wobbled around as he desperately tried to steady it.

She'd noticed, of course. Her plump lips were parted in surprise when she whirled around and stared wide-eyed at Jace. Their eyes had locked and Jace found himself more than entranced by the bright forest-green eyes the girl had. It was at that exact moment that Jace's inner pervert came out to play, bombarding him with images of the girl laid out on top of his Marvel bed covers, not a scrap of clothing on her with him just as naked above her. In his vivid fantasy, she was even moaning and gasping out his name as her hands slid up his arms and over his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin their. Their hips moved in perfect synchronization.

Jace had legged it, dashing into the store cupboard before he began knocking over small children with his growing erection.

Just go over and say hello, Jace hissed to himself when his adoptive mother moved away from the girl, leaving her alone at the counter. He took a deep breath, pushing the door open a fraction more. Just say hi. Don't be weird. Don't be creepy. Okay? Go. Go now.

He shoved the door open and stepped back into the room. Jace rammed his shaking hands into the pocket of his Captain America hoodie as he made his way over towards the girl, his heart hammering in his chest. What if she took one look at him, raised an eyebrow and laughed? Every single time a girl did that, his confidence slipped even lower into the red.

She was flicking through a copy of a rare Iron Man comic when he finally stopped before her, his courage flickering like a candle in the wind. Not a gentle breeze, a hurricane. Between those delicious lips of hers she rolled a thin plastic stick, sucking gently at the sucker in her mouth. He could smell the cherry even from here.

Jace willed himself not to think about what else those pretty little lips could suck as he cleared his throat. She blinked, looking up from the comic with inquisitive eyes. "Yes?" she asked curiously, taking the sucker from her mouth and laying it down upon the counter... right next to the rare edition of Iron Man.

Jace's inner geek exploded in horror.

"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed before he could stop himself, staring with mortified eyes at the sticky mess of bright red candy on a stick. "That's a... no!" Jace snatched up the Iron Man comic and clutched it close to his chest as if it was his baby. "Idiot!"

The girl stared. And stared. Jace's heart sank into the very pits of hell as he realised just how big of a weirdo-move that had been. So much for acting cool.

"It wasn't going to touch the page," the girl said reproachfully. A lock of fiery hair had escaped the clip, resting against her cheek in a gentle spiral. "I'm not an idiot."

Jace's cheeks flamed with heat. "Well I was just... I... I'm attached to this issue." He patted it gently.

"Yeah," the girl frowned, looking him up and down and evidently not finding him at all to her taste. Jace's heart sank even lower than the flaming depths of hell. How was that even possible? "Evidently. Anyway, Captain Weird, I'll be off."

As soon as she exited the store, Jace slumped against the counter and groaned out loud, ignoring the odd looks a few parents gave him.

He wanted to die from embarrassment. The Force was not with him.

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