Two-ton 21 lay on the flat magenta bed in his room inside the giant flying cocoon. He was still in his uniform, too tired to take it off after the tough day he just had. There had been more fighting than he was prepared for and he just didn't feel like going the extra mile and disrobing. He really just needed to blow off some steam and go to bed. Shit. Life had been treating him pretty crappy lately.
"That armor comfy, dude? Feel like 'nothing-at-all'?" The familiar voice made 21 smile weakly.
"No dude…I'm just tired."
"Need me to help you out of it?"
"Psh, no. Quit it."
21 laughed at 24's way with words. Even while using the most indelicate phrasing 24 always knew how to make 21 feel better. That's just one of the things that the scrawny henchman was good at.
"I just need to unwind, ok?" 21 rolled over on his side and sighed.
"Sure ya do, big guy." 24 replied. "I can help you with that ya know?"
"Yeah, how do ya figure?" 21 inquired. Not in an angry way. It was more playful than angry.
"Well, you know…" 24 mused. "The usual way, I guess."
21 felt a hand reach down and rub his crotch.
"D-dude is this really the time for-"
"Of course it is!" 24 retorted. "You're tense aren't you? I can take care of that. Just relax ok?"
21 nodded and let the hand gently unzip the fly of his yellow-orange shorts.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt it rub against his erection just the way he liked it. 24 always knew what to do. It was comforting in a way.
The hand pumped up and down on his manhood and 21's breathing reached a steady rhythm. 24 was right, this definitely was a good way to blow off some steam.
21 shut his eyes and just let the hand do it's dirty work. The palm felt so good against the sensitive skin of his erection and as the hand job continued the feelings just intensified.
"24…That's really good dude…" 21 sighed as the hand continued to jerk him off. "K-keep going…"
The hand's quickened and 21 could feel himself slowly coming closer to orgasm.
"D-dude I'm gonna-"
He groaned as he came closer and closer until finally.
"Whew…" 21 sighed as the semen dribbled from the head of his dick.
"That did help…Th-thanks dude…"
His breath slowed and his chest relaxed. Post-orgasm was such a small window of bliss and he wanted to savor it.
21 lazily turned over, ready to feel the warmth of 24's arms as they held him.
He reached out to grasp 24 by the hand.
His fingers closed down on themselves and he let his hand fall to the mattress. 21's lip quivered.
He felt the tears sting his eyes as the semen began to dry on his own empty palm.
"Fuck, 24…why did you have to…"
21 couldn't bear to finish the sentence. He rolled over again and pulled up his blanket to make a cocoon around his bulky body.
He tore the mask from his face and chucked it at the opposite wall. Thick streams of tears rolled down his cheeks and stained the blankets that surrounded him. He buried his face in them as he wept quietly.
"Fuck…I fucking miss you, dude.