Author's Note: Psycho Chan…just realized that Twitter Chan doesn't write too often…well I can't complain…she's the one with the computer with internet…curse her…I thought of this story while writing another story…it's actually kind of cute…okay…it's cute. I'll admit it…with repulsion…
Fists of Steel, Heart of Glass
Chapter One: The Flight Home
Static was suppose to be on vacation with his family. Sure, they were only a couple cities away from Dakota Fields but a vacation is a vacation to Virgil Hawkins. A day without fighting off criminals with super human powers would be nice for a change. But no…that would be too easy. He can't even go to a different country without having to help someone…though he isn't complaining. But when he catches a metahuman outside of Dakota, he has to transport them back because of technology limitations. So now, Static is on his way back home, with HotStreak sitting by his feet. The man was dowsed in water and is now drying off, totally useless flame wise. The sitting man is not happy.
"…why the hell are you outta Dakota anyway Flyboy?"
Rolling his brown eyes, Static answers "Hero stuff."
"Bastard. You just like making everyone else's life miserable…"
"Yeah yeah yeah…" Static is not looking forward to the forty-five minute ride home.
A couple minutes of silence gets to HotStreak, who's mind had wondered to Static and his partner Gear. Wonders about the depth of the relationship that has everyone confused. So he decides to ask the hero the question on everyone's mind. He looks up to the hero, who does not see the stare. "…you gay?"
"!" Static glares at the older man in shock of the question. "No." He answers firmly, still taken aback by the personal question. A chuckle is heard below him. He has the feeling he won't like the reason for that laughter.
"You look like a good bottom." The laughter gets louder. "You'd look good on your back too."
Trying to ignore the grin his bully wore, Static looks forward at the flat lands ahead. "Whatever…" He can't help but blush.
"Sexy on all fours too." Static gets redder.
"Would you be quiet already?"
"Why?"
"…cuz I have a headache…" Static pulls that out of his ass. And I don't wanna hear what you have to say.
With another snicker, HotStreak remains quiet, thinking of all sorts of images of the hero. Images of the hero laying in his bed, wearing only his mask. Images of himself crawling over that dark body, touching the skin always hidden from the cameras. Of taking those plump lips that always have something cocky to say…
Static, too, has images in his mind. Only his are unwanted. He tries to push them away, really he did. But when those cursed images go from Static to HotStreak to Virgil and Francis…he slowly loses himself. Then the hero feels the other man rest on his leg. Static glances down to see the man resting his face in his dark pants, a tightness in HotStreak's cargo pants. This guy's shameless…
Then HotStreak decides to cure himself of this boredom. He does this by nipping the material on Static's leg, landing a few nips on the leg underneath. "H-hey! Quit that." The nibbling does not quit as a large hand rubs the inside of his leg. "mmm~ Quit touchin' me." Static keeps his balance so they don't fly out of control, fall off and basically die. That cursed hand inches up his inner thigh.
Having enough, Static zaps that wondering hand, sending a small volt of electricity through it. He is relieved when HotStreak pulls it away, even with a laugh under his breath. But his nipping moves upward.
You really are shameless…
Making a bold move on a small surface, HotStreak moves to his knees with care, letting his mouth travel up a thigh of the hero. "Quit it." Before he can stop the other man, Static gasps as his pants are forced down past his knees, pooling at his dark ankles. "HEY!" When he moves to retrieve them, he wobbles, forced to ignore his fallen pants to regain control of his disc. That mouth continues to tease him. "Stop it!" He thought about kicking the other man, but knew he would keep going home without him…not a heroy thing to do.
He wins his argument(of yes or no) the moment his hot tongue tastes Static's mahogany skin. His hands find his leg once more, rubbing up and down the smooth limb.
"Stop it…" is shuddered out from Static.
"Okay." HotStreak stops his nibbling, biting at the cloth of Static's boxers, pulling them down.
"That's not stopping!" Static shouts loudly, again, ready to kick the man off.
"I stopped nibbling." Francis points out, lapping at the base of Static's growing cock.
"AH!?" An unexpected moan escapes the hero, shudders course through his body as a hot organ licks at his man bits. Static is unable to fly in a straight line, swaying side to side slowly.
"You want me to stop but you're so hard…" HotStreak runs his tongue up and down the length of the other man, enjoying the shivers he feels under his tongue and fingertips.
OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO STOP!!!
As the course lips pick up speed, Static tries desperately not to move his hips. Try not to let the other man know that he likes this. As hard as he tries, the hero fails. Especially when his arousal is taken into the red head's mouth. With his mind hazy with a new sensation, Static laces his gloved fingers through the short hair of the other man. He can feel how easily he is played with inside the scorching mouth of HotStreak. He couldn't believe this was really happening.
As Francis sucks harshly at the organ in his mouth, he strokes the underside of the thick shaft with his moist tongue. He loved how he was able to make Static submit like this. To make him breathless. His hands find the hero's bare ass, getting a nice handful in a firm squeeze, causing him to jerk his hips away from the hand, but into that mouth.
Moving things along, the rebel teen slides a finger down the crevice of the hero's backside, finding his opening. He is amused to feel Static arch away from the digit. This is gonna be fun…Without warning, HotStreak thrusts a single finger into the tight entrance he found. The grip on his hair tightens almost painfully as he does this. Hearing a groan from Static, HotStreak adds another fingers, stretching the ring hastily and without much thought.
A sensation of pain floods the hero for a short while, during this time he thinks of how to stop this. Every scenario ends up with one of them dead or both. Then those two fingers violating him brush against something deep inside him, causing his eyes to flutter open and a gasped moan of pleasure escape his lips. The burning inside him shifts to something else, desire for more. Upon feeling this sudden flash of pleasure, Static shudders as he comes into the mouth around him.
Tasting the hot fluid on his tongue, Francis pulls back, swallowing everything available to him. His emerald eyes travel up the hero's writhing body, loving that sight. And he wasn't even inside of him yet. Needing to hear more of those wonderful sounds, HotStreak pumps his fingers into the hero quickly, feeling every shudder of pleasure surging through the smaller body next to him. A loud scream catches his attention, sending shivers throughout his body as he removes his fingers from the hero's tightness. A place never touched before until now.
Panting, Static lazily opens his eyes, relieved to see that he was still on course though they were a little higher now. Their speed had dropped a lot so Static could keep in full control. He looks down at HotStreak to see him smirking up at him, with eyes full of something he never saw before, lust. Don't smirk at me…
Static watches helplessly as HotStreak moves his lips to the very tip of his manhood, kissing the cock head tenderly. "You came for me Static…"
"Sh-shut up…" The mocha teen is beyond embarrassed and completely red. Then HotStreak says something that could have made his heart stop completely.
"God you're beautiful…"
The man kisses up the length of the surprised hero. Virgil had never been complemented on his looks before. Not like that. Only now he wasn't sure how to take it. It was HotStreak…Francis Stone…HotStreak. Those kisses continue up his shirt, the man inching his body closer. Static's eyes widen as he feels HotStreak's hardness against his leg, feeling so uncomfortable by that fact. "C-can you put my pants back up? It's cold up here…"
"I can warm you up Static." HotStreak nips through Static's dark shirt. Static does not like the sound of that. "I'll trust you to not crash…if you'll trust me not to hurt you." The man abandons his butterfly kisses and looks up at the masked man.
Speechless, the hero gulps, multiple thoughts racing through his mind. He hadn't expected this from the short tempered man. "U-um…o-okay…" he answers quietly in the wind. He really isn't sure why he is agreeing, but knows it's too late to back out now. Telling Francis no seemed like a really bad idea.
Surprised by the noble man's answer, HotStreak does not hesitate, sitting down on the disc, unbuttoning his jeans quickly. I really am trusting you ta not crash on this hunk of metal because two half naked men found dead in the woods would be an embarrassing way to go.
Watching the other man unbuckle himself, Static comes back to reality. Why the hell did I just agree!? He watches the obviously more experienced man spit into his hand, lubing himself up to take both Static and Virgil's virginity.
"Get on my lap." HotStreak instructs. Nodding more to himself than to the criminal, Static nervously maneuvers over onto HotStreak's lap. The hero is glad he can fly the disc with ease, even backwards, especially when the closest obstacle is hundreds of feet away, the ground. "Relax Flyboy." HotStreak chuckles, grasping the other man's hips.
"I'm tryin'…" Static mutters out, resting his hands on the other man's shoulders. His eyes widen as he feels something hot press against him. He is then lowered slowly onto that thick organ, feeling himself open and entered. The agony of being opened burned at Static's chest as the larger object sinks into him with some difficulty. As he his pushed down, a thought skims his mind momentarily. He had just realized that this kind of makes him gay because he agreed to it. Without any threats or force. He had walked in on it…or sat on it…
Small shivers run through Virgil's small body as his is bounced slowly on the girth of the other man, his bully. He arches slightly as his body adjusts to the other man. Static now glides up and down on HotStreak with ease. Great…I'm gay…and to make things worse…I'm the designated female! (The way Virgil sees it now, if he were to be gay, he's like to top…first)
Loving how the smaller body hugs him perfectly, HotStreak continues to bounce Static on his length. He had never really thought about bedding with the hero before, and now he kind of wished he had thought of it earlier. He had taken this time to actually look at the younger male through open eyes instead of anger. The hero was really good looking, and he found himself curious about who he really was. But that could wait, now is more important.
As the pleasure builds in his once unadulterated body, Static loses control of his powers as he loses control of his body. Every time he is brought back down onto HotStreak's solid man meat, the disc goes up slightly. Static wiggles against the man, wrapping his slender legs around the red head's body.
HotStreak, too, loses control of his powers as the ecstasy build in his large body. His breath grows hot as well as his body, causing the hero he is in to squirm in his grasp.
"AH!" Static moans loudly as he feels the warmth inside him burn hotter, adding to his own heat. "HotStreak!" He is unable to stop himself from calling the other's name. With his vision failing him, Static hits his climax, his body is tossed into it's first orgasm. Tossing his head back, Virgil's entire body tenses as his body is overwhelmed with the burning sensation. The disc spikes upward, slamming him down onto the entirety of HotStreak large cock. He releases his seed between the two bodies.
HotStreak watches Static rid out is orgasm, face and body filled with the ultimate pleasure that only he can give the hero. Feeling Static's muscles clench around him, Francis arches as he comes moments after the hero.
Feeling that burning liquid escape the rebel teen, Static arches, screaming once more as the hotness spreads inside him. Quickly at first, then slowly. He squirms violently as he is filled for the first time in his sixteen years of life.
The two remain on the slow moving disc in the clouds, panting. Static pants with his mouth open, eyes closed and body limp, being held by the other man, who can still feel small shudders. Again, wishing to taste those lips, HotStreak leans in, taking Static's lips gently, not realizing it was the other man's first kiss.
Static, on the other hand knew it immediately, shyly returning the kiss cluelessly. Their kiss turns into a passionate one by mistake. Static wrapping his arms around HotStreak's neck while Francis pulls the smaller body closely to his own. The mocha teen wiggles his hips, shivering as he can feel the cooling liquid inside him seep out. HotStreak moans faintly onto the hero's lips as he is again tugged by the body he's inside.
Nearing their destination, HotStreak ends the kiss, nipping Static's lower kiss swollen lip as he pulls away. A blush grows on the hero's face, especially when he sees clouds behind the fiery red head. "You should clean up Static."
"Yeah…" Extremely embarrassed, the younger teen lifts himself off HotStreak, shivering as the other man slips out of him. As he stands up, he again shivers as cum trickles down his thigh. He tries to clean up on the small surface, removing his glove. He stops as a tongue laps at the pearly drops on his inner thigh, blushing brightly at the realization that HotStreak had just lapped up his own cum. Static stares behind his white mask in disbelief as Francis pulls away to buckle himself up, ignoring the stain on his shirt. It wasn't the first time someone had ruined his clothes and it wouldn't be the last time. Virgil notices the other stains on the raspberry red material on Francis's torso, comprehending why he was so good at this kind of thing. Virgil did not like how this felt. Something was wrong.
With a smile, HotStreak helps the exhausted hero dress, pulling up his pants so he could keep balance.
"Th-thanks…" Virgil is further embarrassed that he needed help.
"No prob…anytime."
Again, Virgil didn't like what he was feeling. Feelings aside, which he would deny, he had a gut feeling that this man might need help.