Sting
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His hyper-aware senses caught her scent first. The smell of tea and fresh water.
The scent she left lingering in the bathroom weeks before this moment.
He chose not to turn and look for her, knowing that she was trying to be discreet, which meant that she was probably invisible. God damnit, he hated it when she did that. It was such a cool trick, but it made him uncomfortable knowing she could wander around without being seen.
He looked down at himself, sitting unclothed on the end of his bed with his hand wrapped around his fully erect cock. It seemed too perfect, like she was trying to imitate the scene from weeks ago, where he had stared at her pleasuring herself. Did she know? About his favorite pastime of bird watching? He swallowed hard, and his hand stilled. If he stopped now, she would know that he sensed her presence, and then what? Would she leave? Would she call him out on what he had been doing for years?
And then the thought crossed his mind: Was this payback?
Was he the one who was supposed to be taken advantage of? Something about that thought kind of excited him, and his body throbbed with the thought that she was curious about him. Ignoring the sudden confusion and fear her presence gave him, he continued his own ministrations on himself, falling back into the memory of her pleasuring herself.
Moments passed, and he felt her draw closer, as if trying to look at him. The bed behind him dipped with her weight, and her scent grew stronger until it filled his senses with nothing but tea. He groaned from the feeling her presence alone gave him, trying to play off the sound as if it was a sign that he was close to getting off. He was, but that wasn't the point. The point was that having her watch him jack off to memories of her… total, fucking turn on.
And then he felt it.
The soft press of a body on his back.
Slender arms sliding around his midsection.
Was she going to...
"Jesus."
Yes. She was touching him. Beast Boy felt, rather than saw, her invisible fingertips run down the length of his cock, tracing the shape as if curious about it. He heard her soft breath in his ear, laden with an emotion he had never heard from her before, but she didn't say a word. She kept silent as she explored him, touched him from tip to base repeatedly, almost leisurely. As if they had all the time in the world.
They didn't.
He felt like he was going to explode any minute if she kept touching him like this.
God help him, he wanted to explode.
Her fingers wrapped fully around him and she palmed his flesh, sliding her hand up and down slowly, obviously nervous about what she was doing. There was fear in her touch, reservation that she wasn't doing as good of a job as she should have. Huh. She was doing just fine in his book, although the circumstances were a bit strange. But, Beast Boy wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He encouraged her with a groan and he leaned back slightly into her body, feeling her curves press into his back. He never realized that having someone pleasure him and not being able to reciprocate hurt this much. He wanted to touch her, to press his fingers inside her and enjoy her cries and pants the same way he did in the shower. But, he knew that the moment he let on to her presence, she would flee, and the amazing feeling of her silken hands on his cock would disappear.
He groaned again as she picked up her pace, clearly aware that his release was close. His hands gripped his sheets as his breath quickened and his legs shook. His whole body felt heavy, like he was sinking deeper into the darkness around him, and then…
… release.
He cried out her name, hearing her shocked breath resound in his ear.
He stayed still for a moment, reveling in the afterglow and her arms around him, still gently stroking him. If heaven was a real place, it was the place he was right now. He fought against the urge to nuzzle into her neck and say something disgusting and sappy, and instead let her finish her exploration of his body.
Minutes passed and her movements stilled as she pulled away slowly, sliding off the bed and walking away. Beast Boy listened to her soft footsteps on the carpet, and he reached for something to clean himself up with.
"Next time you could just ask."
He waited for a snarky response, but she was gone, and he couldn't be entirely sure she heard him. Beast Boy sighed and fell back against his sheets, shoving at his hair. His chest felt heavy and it hurt to breathe. What the fuck had just happened? She stood in his room and watched him jack off and then…
He groaned. It wasn't exactly the best handjob he had ever had, but the fact that it was Raven's hands on him. She touched him. She explored him. It was her curiosity about his own body that got him riled up. He would have done anything possible to get to feel her hands on him again, to hear her soft pants in his ear. God, he wanted to explore her own body with the same curiosity she had with his. To run his hands along her skin and find out what parts of her loved to be touched and handled. To find out how to make her moan under his touch.
But most of all, he wanted to revel in their afterglow together. The glorious feeling of contentment and happiness that they would both have after rolling around in the sheets together. He wanted that.
Sighing, he sat up and cleaned himself off, before jumping into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. It was too much to think about wanting his fantasies with Raven, not after she had gotten him off and disappeared as it nothing happened (which was a total blow to his ego). She was flighty, to put it mildly, and if he even wanted to think about getting close to her in anyway that wasn't team-related, then he was going to have to think outside the box.
And he was going to figure out how to get her to do this again...
...and how he was going to return the favor.
Yawning, he laid down under the covers and let his mind drift off to sleep, resolved to figure out how to get Raven to let him reciprocate the gesture.
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Raven phased back into his room after she knew he had fallen into a deep slumber. Emotions swirled around the room like a storm, tugging at the tender, exposed strings of her psyche. She could not believe what she had done. Embarrassment flooded her face and she looked away from him, as if he could see the shame through his dreams.
She had just been curious. Intrigued almost. What did he do with the memories of her in the shower? After she stepped out of the stream of water and she disappeared as if nothing had happened, what did he do? What was it like? Her imagination ran so rampant that Lust practically forced the spell of invisibility on her.
And then she saw him sitting there, his lips mumbling her name as he stroked himself.
And she… well, her curiosity deepened.
He felt like fine velvet under her touch. Really, she had no clue what he was supposed to feel like. Maybe like rubber or silicone? But not the way he did. Raven couldn't help herself, and she just wanted to stroke him, to feel him under her fingertips, hear his breath hitching. His pants and moans only served to egg her on, to remind her that her own curiosity towards his body had not been completely satiated.
And then it was over.
She disappeared almost immediately as she got off the bed, shame mixing with lust and creating something insatiable and volatile. It was a stupid move, and she knew that. She should have owned up to what she did, should have sat down and talked about what had happened. But she just couldn't face him, not after she… assisted with his pleasure.
Raven sighed and sank down next to him on the bed. She pushed a few locks of his hair out of his face and pressed her hand to the middle of his forehead, just above his eyebrows. She bit back another wave of sadness as she realized what she was going to do.
"I'm sorry." And with those words she whispered her mantra into the darkness.
When Beast Boy woke up tomorrow, he was going to think that this had been nothing more than a very vivid dream.
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I really didn't have any intention of continuing this. Really, I didn't. But I won't lie, there's something fun about writing Beast Boy kinda like a horny teenager.
So, I guess I'll try and keep up on this, but I don't think it'll be updated regularly... nor do I think it has a cohesive plot. But like I said, it's fun to write.
Anyway, thanks for reading! And let me know what you think!