02/06/17
Chapter 3
The second time Genos woke up in the hotel, he did his best not to look at John. Slipping out of the sleeping man's arms and out of the bed without waking John was easier than he thought, though he still moved slowly around the room so not to make a sound.
Just as Genos was about to put back on his pants he realized just how sticky he was. John's sweat and their combined orgasms, not to mention the lube and drool were still slick or drying on Genos' metal skin. There was no way he could let Saitama see him like this.
A shower would probably wake John but even if Saitama was normally asleep at this time, there was a possibility Saitama could stumble upon Genos before he had a chance to clean himself. The risk of Saitama seeing was almost worse than the thought of returning to Dr. Kuseno to use his facilities and having to explain how he got in such a state.
With really no other option, Genos gathered up his clothing and went to the hotel room's bathroom. The water running over Genos' body felt good even though it was nowhere near the sensation he remembered a shower feeling back when he was completely flesh. He used a small towel to scrub over his body, trying to erase the traces of what he has done, and used the hotel shampoo which smelled strongly of citrus.
Once out of the shower, Genos looked at himself in the mirror, wondering about the consequences of what he had done. He had paid to lose his virginity, whether or was a physical or mental thing for him he was still not sure. The person he paid knew who he was, so being an anonymous client had never been an option, and if John watched the news when heroes fought, or paid attention to the hero forums it was possible John could have suspicions of who Genos' sensei truly was.
Really though, even as a cyborg, Genos was an adult and there was no laws against cyborgs having sex. The issue of prostitution could have some backlash if he was found out but it was nothing Genos couldn't manage. In fact if it got out that Genos had seen a male prostitute maybe some of Genos' "fans" would finally get a clue and leave him alone.
Worst case scenario was that Saitama found out. Though Genos knew that Saitama was "not into dudes" he didn't know how his sensei felt about others being in same sex relationships. It was very possible Saitama would reject him and not want him around anymore, let alone carry on being his disciple.
A hand came up and covered Genos' mouth, Genos alternating between breathing deeply and swallowing, trying to force back his tears. Really this whole thing made Genos more emotional than he liked and the wondered if it was possible to have his tear ducts removed.
After becoming calm again, Genos dried off and got dressed, carefully opening the door once he was ready to go. He had planned on leaving without speaking to John, made easy by the fact that he appeared to still be sleeping, but there were a few more things he had to do still.
Finding a notepad on the desk, Genos wrote a note telling John that the room was paid for and to stay as long as he liked. Though he didn't put it in the note, he would arrange further payment with the hotel staff so John really could stay as long as he wished and Genos would also request a call for if or when John actually checked out.
With the note Genos put down double the amount he and John had agreed upon before they came to the hotel. Then he threw a couple more bills on top of that, having to retrain himself from leaving all he cash he normally carried with him.
Then Genos made the mistake of looking at John. Asleep, John really did look so much like Saitama that Genos found it hard to leave. He wanted to kiss and touch and bury himself in the warmth he had found here but the real Saitama was waiting for him at home.
On the way out Genos glanced at John's shoes and pile of clothes next to his backpack on the floor and increased his speed as much as he could with making as little noise as possible. He spoke to the front desk before leaving, a generous tip ensuring that Genos would get a call once John left, and soon he was back outside.
The sale that Genos had originally gone to the Red District for was over so he went to another store on the way home and bought the items anyway. Since he still had the sale flyer for the original store, it would be easy enough to convince sensei that he had not spent much on the groceries if he asked.
When at last Genos arrived back to his shared apartment with Saitama, he hesitated. Could he really lie to his sensei? Groceries was one thing but that fact that he found another person that resembled Saitama and slept with him, twice, was a big thing to omit though he could never imagine the conversation that such a thing would come up in.
Genos shifted the bag around just as his phone rang. It was the hotel; the clerk had just seen John leave with his backpack in tow so it was unlikely that he would be coming back.
There was an urge to sigh but it was suppressed, the phone quickly clicked off and shoved into his pocket when Saitama opened the door, asking if Genos had lost his key.
In theory sleeping with John had been suppose to relieve some of Genos' desires for Saitama. A theory that had been proven quickly and utterly wrong.
Small things that Genos would watch his sensei do, often sketching into his notebook, had been simple observation to figure out the secret to his strength. Soon enough followed longing and more detailed sketches but his hand had always stayed steady before.
Now Saitama simply lying around shirtless, reading manga caused Genos' hand to tremble. He wanted to be closer, to touch, to explore, to feel Saitama as he had felt John. He wanted deepened breaths and flushed skin and the smell of sweat again and his sketches became things he was no longer looking at but imagining in his daze. These of course were hidden in with the fan mail and hate letters and burned at the quickest opportunity.
All attempts at distraction only lasted so long and soon enough Genos was staring again, longing again. His hands twitched but he refused to give in and push Saitama away forever.
Finally it got to the point Saitama asked if something was bothering Genos and though he was able to avoid answering, he knew he had to give in, in a way Saitama would not know about.
Feigning a visit to Dr. Kuseno to check in on some upgrades, Genos left the apartment after cleaning up after lunch and making sure there was something ready for Sensei to have for dinner if he did not return by then. To be safe, he insisted that Saitama not wait to eat with him for he may not even come back that night.
Of course the red shopping district was easy enough for Genos to find again, Genos' cybernetic memory as close to perfect as a memory could be. The harder part might be finding John as he was not where Genos found him last time.
In media prostitutes had corners, corners and pimps and skimpy outfits. John definitely did not have a skimpy outfit and it was hard to imagine him with a pimp. Maybe that logic meant that he had no regular corner? It would certainly make more sense to avoid law enforcement.
Walking around the district was not exactly pleasant. There were mostly low end stores, numerous seedy bars and dirty looking restaurants among a few abandoned buildings.
Still Genos dropped into one of the stores after an hour of wandering with no luck. At least his good fortune was enough that the store had he wanted and he didn't have to spend that much time inside of it.
"No exactly the best place to do your shopping, Puppy," the familiar but not quite right voice stopped Genos in his tracks, making him turn towards it.
Standing there, looking exactly the same as last time was John, complete with a sucker in his mouth. He smiled crookedly and it was all the invitation Genos needed to move closer.
"I have a bone to pick with you puppy," John took the sucker out of his mouth and shook it at him like a teacher with a pointer. "You paid me way too much, I'm not some charity case for you to throw money at."
Words failed Genos. He didn't even think to ask John to stop with that weird nickname that made Genos' stomach feel like it was being pinched in a vice. How did he ask John for more; to have him again? Was there some sort of etiquette to this that Genos could have researched before coming here so he wouldn't be standing there silently like a fool?
Saving him, John stepped closer, fingering Genos' chest idly before looking up at him with a silent promise on his lips.
"I'll forgive you if it was a down payment for this time."
All Genos could do was nod and stare as the sucker disappeared back into John's mouth.
They went back to the same hotel, practically the same room but it felt nothing like before. There was touching the moment the door was closed, hands grabbing to remove clothes, kissing intense from the moment their shirts were remove.
But John wasn't setting the pace this time, Genos was and he felt all the desperation he suppressed around Saitama spilling out of him the moment he had John to himself. There were no restrictions here; no need to hold back and Genos had no plans on doing such.
The moment everything from the waist down was gone, Genos pulled John onto the bed on top of him, pulling him closer to kiss him more and touch him more and more, more, more.
"Someone's worked up," John teased Genos' lips with his words, his breath, his teeth, "You know you don't have to stay away so long."
"Duly noted," Genos panted his first words to John since finding him again. "Please, please fuck me."
"Ah, a surprisingly dirty mouth," John said more to himself, grabbing the lube from his bag, seeming to go agonizingly slow slicking his fingers and making Genos swallow a bit as John watched him slide back his modesty placing.
"Good boy," John praised Genos as he started to caress Genos' entrance, started to stretch the muscles, move in shallow and then deep and finding that spot inside Genos that made him cry out and want to beg him again for more but just bit his lip instead.
Fingers kept moving and stretching and hitting that spot too long after Genos felt ready for more. He gave in and whimpered, "Please…"
Gently John shushed him, his fingers only continuing their agonizing pleasure on Genos' body, "You're too eager, you'll come too quickly if I enter you now and I get the feeling you want this to last despite the rush so far. Let me get you off and then we'll work on building you back up again for more."
Genos whined to protest but he could feel burning building up inside of him, he knew he would not last much longer but still he wanted, he needed…
"Please," Genos begged, even as his hips rolled into John's fingers, "Inside…"
John's skin visibly flushed, his breath quickening just enough that Genos' sensitive ears would pick it up but he relented. Slowly he removed his fingers and slicked himself to give into Genos' desire.
The slide of John entering him was almost too much for Genos to bear. He grasped the sheets before him tightly but all it took was John to hit that delicious spot inside of him once more and he was exploding without the use of his cannons.
As Genos panted, John tried to pull out of him but Genos held him in place with his legs, groaning at the feel of the hard heat still inside of him.
"Build me back up," Genos said against John's lips, "Like this."
"God," John swallowed, "You're going to be the death of me."
Kisses were opened mouth, more tongue than lips as John began to move. Each thrust like stroking cooling embers to spark them back to flame, over stimulating Genos sensitive body from his previous orgasm and making him shiver. It was almost more intense than sex when he was already hard, pleasure coursing through him to bring his erection back to life but overflowing every nerve and sensor he had.
Before Genos had no time to fantasize, his fantasies having brought him to his point of previous urgency that he hadn't had time for anything but to satisfy the physical. Even more with his body unable to fully process the building burn, his mind betrayed him.
Saitama's voice was panting into Genos' ear, his hands gripping him so tight without crushing him like they could any enemy. Branding kisses, scorching against his synthetic skin and metal plating that marked him as his sensei's even if they left no mark behind.
This time when John brought him over the edge, Genos did not cry. Instead he watched John's face when he came, and he saw John, how intense his expression was when he came unlike Saitama's when he gave Genos a lesson in being a hero.
Once John's breath was a little calmer, Genos pulled him down and kissed him, running his finger over John's scalp in a way he knew Saitama would never allow, the skin feeling silky under the sensor pads of Genos' finger tips.
Slowly Genos pulled back just enough to lick John's lips and look into John's blue eyes.
"Again."
