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In this country 'weird' is allowed.
-Law and Order.

Ganke wasn't gonna lie. He'd had fantasies before, but not like the kind free sites on the internet liked to assume people his age did. Yes, his goal—beyond Legos and the superhero assistance—in life was to eventually have a girlfriend (or significant other). Yes, he would eventually like to hold hands with and kiss this person.

That's where the fantasies usually end, because from what he's seen on the internet, he had decided to wait things out until he finds that exactly right person to fit the bill for…anything else.

Why?

Porn, the limited stuff he'd looked at, never seemed to go well for the person on the bottom. True, they didn't seem to do as much of the work and usually had an…orgasm…real or faked…sooner than the person topping, but then when the person on top finished…body fluids ended up on the recipient's face.

Which is why Ganke didn't watch that much porn.

He never could get beyond how sorry he'd feel for the people splattered and never got into anything more…well, romantic, for lack of any better phrasing since most free sites only had professional actors or really bad handheld camera videos. And apparently using search words like "happy" or "not fake" or "nice" didn't work so-he was happy with Legos and learning techniques to better make the web fluid and occasionally send in some applications to SHIELD for the heck of it.

And he was regretting it, in retrospect, now that he was trying to get comfortable between his best friend's legs, and was poking at the…cock…standing at attention and staring at him and…oozing semi-clear fluid.

He was suddenly very aware of the size difference between them—no, not just about that, but in height and girth—and while he was significantly grateful for Miles not looking directly at him at the moment, hands bracing against his eyes and kneading his forehead trying to block out reality and the obvious urge to rut against his friend's hand, he had to ask, because sucking him might not be the best way to start off.

"Maybe you should lay in front of me first?"

"Sure, whatever… gets this over and done with."

Being assertive as he usually was when trying to help Miles make a decision that would either lead to him getting killed or getting him to save the day, Ganke rolled his eyes, sat up with his legs crossing and lifted his best friend up so he was at least a little warmer in the cradle of Ganke's legs. Miles yelped not unlike a started puppy at the sudden motion and Ganke perching his head atop Miles's own, but he calmed down almost immediately at the comfortable position. This way there would be no awkward eye contact, which Miles couldn't have been more grateful for—Ah…

Miles had to bite down on his lip and hissed a little as Ganke's slightly larger arm tucked around his waist and just rubbed at his ribs and sides to relax him, while simultaneously with his other hand gently started wrapping around his dick and moved in motion with a round of heartbeats.

Not the heartbeat in Miles' chest, of course, he was too drugged up and freaked out to be going anywhere near a pulse below one hundred, but Ganke's own probably fit the bill.

Now, Miles wasn't gonna lie, he'd jacked off plenty of times before; he was a teenager, for Christ's sake, he wouldn't be alive if he couldn't do that. However, another person doing it for him felt so damn different, but in a good way, he had to wonder if what he was experiencing in the positive end of the spectrum was the drug or his own body's response to being handled so well.

"Mm-ah! Hah-ah, you're actually kinda…good at this."

There was a fingernail tracing around and around the inside of his foreskin, the tip of Ganke's finger actually wiggling against the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum and while Miles was slowly turning into a puddle of Spider-Man goo in Ganke's lap, Ganke tried not to stop at his friend's words. It was a good compliment he'd have to hold onto in the hopes of ever being in an intimate relationship, but…

"I-Is that a w-w-weird thing to say—oh, oh-mm-mmm!"

Ganke lifted his head a little when Miles lolled his skull along his friend's collarbone and considered telling him the truth—damn right it was weird, but that ship had sailed—or telling a lie to help get this thing over with.

"…Little bit, but if it helps, it's a nice thing to hear."

Ganke had never been very good at lying right to Miles without a cellphone and some distance between them.

Miles didn't reply to that, but shook bodily when Ganke started circling around the head of his little friend, spreading the moisture building and then set to work with his other hand on the line of nerves that separated his balls with one finger and pressed his thumb against the line of skin above his hole and under his sac. The pressure was working in tandem with the blood pumping to make him ever harder, so Miles had to stop lolling his head so he could turn it properly and lean his cheek against Ganke's flannel shirt that looked like the blanket for a picnic in Central Park.

Strong and limber legs spread bowed at the knee in the ten and two o'clock position, one hand bracing to the floor, kneading into the blankets and Miles allowed his other hand to hold onto the arm of the hand that was wiggling around his foreskin to work it up and down like the wrapper of a cheap popsicle sold in a box, "…Ganke…"

"Hm?"

Miles ground down on the fingers and ball of the palm rubbing and handling his ass and practically whimpered, "M-More. Please, please, please…"

Ganke set his jaw and mentally hummed the entry song to the Lion King to pretend that he wasn't getting aroused by the sighs and other such noises Miles made with each stroke he administered and tried not to rub his lower half against the soft backside pressing into his jeans that was also making the fabric tighter. He also did what Miles asked.

"Okay, okay," Ganke stated quietly as he let go of the twitchy cock and moved his hands to Miles's shoulders to get him back into semi-regular thinking that gave him a disheartened groan, "Stand up and turn around so you can set the pace."

The magic words.

Miles stumbled up and spun around like Ganke had fired off a starter's pistol. His prick almost flicked Ganke with the steadily increasing amounts of cum across the face, but missed and got it along his neck.

Ganke was actually a little impressed that Miles didn't fall back on his ass with the way he was swaying. Ganke's larger hands settled on his friend's hips for a moment, steadying him so he could breathe and straighten his legs enough so Ganke wouldn't accidentally bite off something important.

Then he leaned in close and gave the head a kiss. Peeled back the foreskin and swirled his tongue over the slit and around the heavily glistening skin that flexed under his most flexible muscle.

…Outside the window, with the falling of wet snow that stuck to frosted metal and leaked over like rainfall on stone, brick and cement, a taxi sped through a red light and a bright blue Pontiac honked its horn like the bray of an angry moose or sex seeking group of male deer. Three blocks over, a pair of working girls made their way home from the evening shift, laughing about a particular customer that had paid them each twenty dollars just to stand on other side of him with their breasts exposed while he set a camera to take their picture; he was only nineteen. A good mile up in the air the Human Torch and Iceman raced along the rooftops and kept taunting each other when one fell ahead or forward…

Miles shut his mouth right and tight to exhale through his nose, hands running through Ganke's hair as he sunk down nearly but not entirely to the base of his dick so his tongue played with the line of skin a few inches from his balls and his nose brushed along the just beginning flush of hairs that were still just seedlings, but certainly more than Ganke had for himself. The taste was bad, but not horrible and he did his best to keep from gagging but couldn't get all of Miles down his throat.

Ganke's tongue teased the underside back and forth as Miles started rutting into his uvula and crested against his tonsils and the Lego enthusiast was reminded, absently, of those middle school games he and Miles never did get into. Spinning glass bottles or plastic Pepsi bottles with a circle of other giggling and overbearingly judgmental teens their own age waiting to see who would get locked in a closet for five minutes to see where things would go and how far things would escalate, while Miles and Ganke either made their way to the door to head home or sat on the sidelines as sort of referees for the sake of propriety. Neither of them had participated either because of fear of their parents finding out or because there was nobody there that they felt any connection to and Ganke was suddenly, astoundingly, glad he had passed it up.

It would have diminished this experienced and made it seem almost trivial. At the moment, he was compartmentalizing notes for how things had gone and detailing references for if this thing might happen again, listing what made Miles quicken his pace or slow down, or, even better, what elicited a long winded moan or short gasp.

Wrapping his lips a little tighter so that the foreskin curved all the way back and stayed that way…made Miles bend so that his stomach wrapped over Ganke's head and he had to balance himself with his palms flat on Ganke's shoulders.

Removing one hand from bracing Miles up to fondle his hanging jewels and lightly tug at them…made Miles bob his knees in tandem and thrust twice in Ganke's mouth at each tug.

Continuing each maneuver in tandem and then very precisely administering two fingers to the space between the warm, steadily getting slicker and tighter balls and the little hole that Ganke is fairly certain would be way too much at the moment…pressing that one spot that meant something to Ganke himself in his alone time, in sure and steady rhythm meant Miles crying out almost meek and unsure. As if he had just been thrown to the ground but caught himself before fatal impact. He curled in even more tightly to Ganke like he was going to pass out and Ganke simply stopped sucking otherwise he really would have choked on the sheer amount of white that was flowing hot in bursts down his throat.

It took almost a minute plus for Miles to let go from Ganke and practically collapse into the blankets on the floor, body warm from itself and the drug finally leaving his system making him pleasantly peaceful as Ganke picked up another of the blankets to cover him up and apparently went to clean off the white excess and saliva from his face, jaw, neck and the top half of his shirt.

Miles noted with a smirk he hadn't been aware creeping along his lips that Ganke also had a couple spots on his cheek just under his eye.

His friend hadn't said a word of complaint when Miles did…well, that…and the Spider-Man, though heading with all swiftness towards sleep that did not often happen when he was with himself in hand but seemed a lot stronger after having been with another person, made himself call out groggy but assured in the words.

"Hey, Ganke? Thanks, man, really…"

The sound of the cooler they kept near one of the windows opening, followed by the sound of a soda can being opened quickly took up the silent space between them; Ganke chugging down the sugar filled liquid with a gasp after swallowing and letting go, before answering with his awkwardness being tied down as much as Miles was sure he could manage for someone who had just sucked off their best friend and probably couldn't keep from swallowing some of his spunk at the end.

"It's fine bud, really. You're okay, right?"

"…Mm-hm," he replied, snuggling deeper into the blankets, image not unlike that of a hamster under cedar shavings or a kitten in a nest of bath towels, "Just what the doctor ordered."

Ganke allowed the light feeling at that admission to encompass the discomfort of the entirely too salty and odd taste in his mouth and let any obvious awkwardness fade out as he continued sipping his drink and wandered back over to make sure Miles was wrapped up, dropping the Spider-Man costume down at his best friend's feet (nothing had changed; strangely when he thought about it he didn't feel any different about their relationship now than he did before, regardless of the dick-in-mouth thing) and stoked the fire, adding another log.

Miles was asleep before Ganke even stood back up again, and he knew it, so he pulled out his phone to let Mr. Davis know that he and Miles might be out a little later than usual to get a bite and not to worry.

Technically, not an entire lie.

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A/N:
For the record, in trying to write this chapter I learned more about uncircumcised and circumcised male genitalia than I ever wanted to know. Apparently the only resounding thing I've formed an opinion on is that uncut men are more likely to contract some sort of infection or STI (60% more likely) and if you want to get cut, do it when you're too young to know the difference or under the knife of a REALLY good doctor.