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Pete was so worried about Rowan realizing how hot he thought she was in the zone of truth that he completely forgot about Ricky.
Fucking. Ricky Matsui.
Pete doesn’t think he’s ever been attracted to a jock before. He’s pretty sure he would remember this particular brand of frustration. He’s used to being weak for hot mean girls but he had no idea he was weak for hot golden retriever boys. It’s not that Pete has never been into guys he’s just picky. Very picky because he hasn’t met many trans mascs and there’s very few cis guys he’s run into who were cool with what was going on underneath his clothing.
He knows Ricky doesn’t care that he’s trans, all Ricky sees is another citizen of New York to protect and serve. And that’s the problem, Pete is pretty sure he’s not supposed to be so upset that that’s all Ricky sees him as, it feels unnecessarily bitter to resent him for being so good at his job.
Ricky is such a good guy and Pete knows it’s to his core because Esther told him about the meeting with her family, the furies, and how there had simply been no darkness in Ricky’s heart to draw out. Which is why there is absolutely zero point in pursuing him. Pete is a fuck up and even though he’s figuring it out he’s still so far from being someone Ricky would even take a second glance at, of that he is completely certain.
So Pete doesn’t remember exactly why he says it, obviously he doesn’t mean to, but in a desperate attempt to downplay his new, hopefully mild but very real infatuation with Rowan, out of his mouth come the words,
“Ricky’s the only one in my wet dreams so…”
Everyone stops and stares at him and Pete stammers out, “Sorry that was a- I didn’t- uh…” Pete can’t lie, he can’t say it was a joke, he can’t say he didn’t mean it, so he trails off and thinks about how desperately he wants to cast erupting earth and let it swallow him whole. He finally gets out a half truth, “I was trying to make a joke.”
“Oh my god do you have a crush on Ricky?” Sofia exclaims, absolutely delighted until she slaps a hand over her mouth, “oh god that’s such a rude thing to ask in a zone of truth,” but it’s too late and Pete’s big stupid mouth opens up.
“Maybe. Yes. Fuck. I gotta go,” Pete is out the door before anyone can respond.
They all turn to look at Ricky who is still relaxed against the wall he’s been leaning on.
“What’s up?” He asks when he notices that everyone is staring at him.
“You’re not gonna…?” Kingston says gesturing to where Pete’s left.
“Oh, should I?”
“Why are you the least surprised?” Rowan asks.
Ricky shrugs and casually says, “Lots of people have crushes on me. They usually move on when they realize I’m just some guy and not the perfect hero they all make me out to be. I mean I’m lucky to have a friend who’s as sweet and kind and brave as Pete, not to mention a total badass,” here Sofia and Rowan share a pointed look between each other, acknowledging how obvious it is that Ricky feels the same, “but I can’t imagine I’m what he’s actually looking for.”
“Why not? I think Pete knows who you are,” Sofia says, “I think he pays a lot more attention than you all think. I know Pete can be careless and seems flighty but he really does trust you, he likes you, Ricky, and I don’t think it’s casual. So just turn him down gentle if you don’t feel the same yeah?”
“Oh,” Ricky says faintly and his cheeks turn pink as he considers the implication of this being serious and not a passing infatuation. Ricky is used to being a shoulder to lean on, a hand to help you up, a pretty face (and body) on a calendar. He’s surprisingly not used to someone wanting him because they like him and not the fancy packaging he comes in.
“I should probably go after him, huh?”
“Yeah, get a move on already,” Kingston exclaims and Ricky is sprinting out the door before he even finishes speaking.
“Pete! Hey Pete!” He calls, easily catching up to Pete who is barely stopping himself from breaking into a run, mostly because he knows Ricky can out run him any day without even breaking a sweat.
“I’m sorry,” Pete says, abruptly coming to a stop and ignoring someone who walks into his back and curses at him as soon as Ricky rounds on him to, as always, try and make weirdly intense eye contact.
“What for?”
“I know I’m like probably the last type of person you’d be into and I would never have brought it up or bothered you with it I swear it won’t come up again, please don’t let this be what ruins our friendship please I know I’m not what anyone is looking for I would never assume you’re just so nice and hot and goddamnit I can’t shut up why can’t I shut up,” Pete is fully babbling unable to stop himself even if he tried but Ricky does it for him.
He’s being kissed like he’s in a romance novel in the middle of a busy street and he’s so ecstatic he forgets to kiss back until Ricky starts to pull away and Pete surges against him in a panic, rougher than he means. Ricky’s smile is peppered into the kiss and Pete’s hands curl tight into his shirt like a lifeline.
“So…” Pete slowly leans back because he doesn’t want this to end but he needs to know what’s going on more, “what’s um…”
“I like you too. I’ve liked you the whole time. I just didn’t actually think you’d be interested and I didn’t want to mess up the team or anything.”
“Yeah leave that to me,” Pete mutters but Ricky shakes his head.
“You haven’t messed anything up. Also I should have asked to kiss you, sorry, it just seemed like a good idea at the time but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable so if I am please just let me know and I’ll go right away.”
“No don’t leave!” Pete exclaims, hand shooting out to wrap around Ricky’s wrist. Ricky does a stupidly smooth thing with his fingers, twisting his wrist so they slot effortlessly between Pete’s own fingers.
“Wherever you want me,” he says, smile crinkling his eyes so beautifully.
“Everywhere,” Pete says on an exhale, almost like he doesn’t mean to say it.
“Yeah?” Ricky asks and he looks so excited, like his puppy dog ears have perked up.
Pete is no longer capable of feeling as intensely insecure like he has literally any other time he’s been interested in someone because Ricky so earnestly shows how much he wants Pete that he can’t help but believe him.
“Please kiss me again,” Pete says and sways back into Ricky’s space the second he says it.
Ricky easily complies, sliding into it so smooth it makes Pete’s stomach swoop and he decides to just accept that this is happening to him and enjoy it while it lasts.
And of course, goddamnit, of course Ricky smells amazing, some sort of rich cologne, the faint traces of smoke and sweat that makes him want to sink into him, and he’s so warm and solid against him. Ricky’s hands are strong when they slide around his waist and his thumbs dip below Pete’s shirt to stroke along his hips. Pete shivers at the intimate sensation and then his body flushes with a tingling heat when he remembers they’re still surrounded by strangers all loudly going about their day.
“You hungry?” Ricky asks when he finally pulls away again and Pete has to blink his eyes a few times just to settle back into his body.
“Yeah, actually.”
“Let’s go eat.”
And that’s how Pete finds himself sitting at a shitty diner with really good food that apparently Ricky’s mom used to take him to when he was young. He’s sitting across from a man who very fondly tells stories about his mom that makes Pete put his chin in his hand and watch him with what he can only assume are literal heart eyes. Pete startles in horror when he thinks about the possibility of that actually happening now that he’s apparently magic (still even now having a hard time wrapping his head around that one) and Ricky abruptly stops talking when he sees the look on his face.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No sorry I just suddenly started thinking about how my magic might manifest in things like uh, like heart eyes or whatever,” Pete says clearing his throat, “when I’m not expecting it.”
Ricky smiles and says, “That would be cute, would they be here right now?”
“Blegh, dating you is gonna be a whole mushy deal isn’t it?” Pete says rolling his eyes but keeping his tone light until he freezes when he realizes what he said, “uh, sorry we don’t need to put a label on anything I was just uh- ”
Ricky grabs his hands across the table and says,
“Pete I’d love to be your boyfriend.”
“Oh wow, boyfriend, okay. Wow.”
“Unless that’s not what you meant?”
“No, no that works. I just didn’t mean to say it. Yet. But I meant it.”
“Cool,” Ricky says, smiling at him again and Pete barely resists the urge to crawl across the table and into his lap.
Rowan who?
Pete blushes bright fucking red when Sofia shows him the newest pictures of Ricky trending online. The ones where he’s kissing Pete. Very passionately as can be seen from the multiple videos, his hands wandering a lot more than he remembered. The reason people were taking pictures is because people are nosy, it didn’t even have to do with the fact that it was Ricky at first instead because the two of them were so obviously making out in the middle of the sidewalk for such a long time. Once people figured out that it was in fact the firefighter that won’t stop trending online then he was once again trending. Pete kind of hates the internet sometimes. Most of the time.
“On one hand, invasive, creepy, very bad for business, I’m a literal drug dealer I can’t be trending on Twitter, on the other hand what a way to capture a first kiss holy shit.”
“I know pretty romantic right?” She asks laughing already and Pete groans but honestly can’t complain. He just starts saving every picture and video off the internet because if people are going to invade his privacy then he’s going to enjoy the outcome right now.
They don’t fuck right away because they’re kind of busy saving the world and then even later on because Pete is gun shy when it comes to sharing his body with people, even people as kind and accepting as Ricky. There seems to be no issue with waiting for Ricky which would have made him insecure if the way he’d explained it hadn’t been: If I just wanted to have sex with you Pete, I would have pursued you a lot faster, which wasn’t that a heady thing to hear? Then when Pete’s convinced he’s ready, Ricky is such a perfect gentleman it takes him outright saying, Ricky, do you want to fuck? before he gets the message that Pete has been practically screaming at this point.
Pete drops to his knees neatly in front of Ricky where he’s sitting at Pete’s tiny kitchen table the second he says yes with a calm and sunny disposition. Like Pete isn’t fucking gagging for it at this point, like Ricky doesn’t get hard practically every time they make out now. Ricky whose eyes go as wide as saucers, a swallow stuck in his throat when he processes the sight before him.
“Is this okay?” Pete asks hands sliding up Ricky’s thighs and going to his belt but not doing anything else.
Ricky huffs a half laugh, already overwhelmed by Pete so handsome and on his knees just for him (lucky, Ricky is lucky, blessed even) and nods, “Okay is an understatement.”
“Oh good, I’ve been wanting to suck your dick for so long now it’s not even funny anymore,” Pete admits and once he’s face to face with Ricky’s cock he has to admit, his eyes might have been wider than his mouth because Ricky is big and he’s not even fully hard when Pete wraps a hand around him. Not overly long but the girth is formidable at best and while Pete’s mouth has officially started watering, he also has a challenge set before him
“To be clear, there’s no fucking way I’m getting that whole thing down my throat.”
“Oh I would never expect that, Pete you really don’t have to- oh fuck,” Ricky groans when Pete sucks the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue flicking over the slit and making the muscles in Ricky’s stomach jump and tense.
Pete slowly works his way down until he hits his limit, not even halfway, but he makes up for the rest with his hand after sloppily licking his dick up and down to ease the way.
“You should pull my hair,” he says when he pauses to catch a breath.
“Are you sure?” Ricky says, cupping his jaw so his thumb strokes along Pete’s bottom lip still slick with spit, “I don’t want to hurt you or- ”
“Ricky, pull my fucking hair.”
“Yes, sir,” Ricky breathes shakily with a slant of a smile but it’s barely a joke at all and Pete feels himself get even wetter and harder than before if that’s even possible.
“We’re revisiting that later for the record,” Pete gets out before he has his mouth back on him and Ricky is squirming in his seat now, and fuck fuck fuck that’s so hot.
Pete pretty quickly figures out that Ricky is incredibly polite here too even though he’s pulling his hair hard enough to make Pete clench his thighs to try and relieve what has become a painful level of arousal at this point. Ricky controls his hips without Pete having to ask or hold him down, which Pete wouldn’t exactly be opposed to. He’d also bet money that part of Ricky’s control right now comes from the grip he’s got on his hair, like a lifeline as Pete works him up and backs off every time Ricky starts to shake. And every time Ricky whimpers but never complains.
Pete can control exactly how much Ricky gets like this and as always it’s a power trip he still hasn’t found anywhere else, driving someone insane with his mouth, not even with the full force of his Vox Phantasma powers flowing from his fingertips. That’s something he’s being given but this is something he gets to give to Ricky and even this, what he’s going to ask, is still a gift from him all things considered.
“I want you to fuck my face and don’t ask if I’m sure, I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t. Also come in my mouth.”
“Right,” Ricky almost chokes, “okay, fuck Pete you’re so…words don’t work right now but fuck.”
Pete laughs, loudly even, and sinks back down making sure his hand keeps Ricky from thrusting in too far once he starts. Pete moans because he just feels that good but he does it more when he notices that it makes Ricky curse and jerk forward harder. Pete curls his tongue along his shaft as he speeds up, starts to lose himself a little, hollows his cheeks to make it tighter. He looks up at Ricky who is right on the razors edge of coming and Ricky is staring back as his hips raggedly chase that cliff edge, in just enough awe it makes Pete happy.
He winks at Ricky, just for fun, but then Ricky stumbles into his orgasm so quickly that Pete has a pretty well founded suspicion that it’s got something to do with it which is kinda silly and/or maybe douchey on Pete’s part but also fuck that’s hot that’s so hot why is that so hot?
He’s panting raggedly, repeating Pete’s name and different variations of a theme along the lines of oh god I’m coming my brains out and groaning long and low as Pete’s mouth fills with cum. He also shakes like crazy and pulls Pete’s hair so hard he can’t help but emit high pitched whining sounds wrapped around his cock.
Ricky is apparently loudest at the end of his orgasm when he makes a couple of punched out sounds as his muscles finally unclench enough to slump against the back of the chair. Now he’s shaky and Pete needs to come so badly, achingly hard over how much he’s reduced Ricky to a quivering mess.
He’d like to be a swallower but Pete’s a spitter, he doesn’t mind the taste but the texture is terrible going down his throat so he quickly gets up and spits in the sink before washing his mouth out and tucking Ricky back into his boxers and climbing into his lap. Ricky who looks about as close to shell shocked as he’s ever seen someone be but who still wraps his arms around him, somehow scooping him into an even tighter hold.
“Wanna know something?” Ricky says and his voice sounds like gravel as his throat tries to work again.
“Hmm?” Pete asks, horny enough to barely register his words as he kisses along Ricky’s neck and collarbone and tries not to grind down too much since he knows he’s probably ridiculously sensitive right now.
“I’ve never come from a blowjob before.”
“Really?”
Ricky shrugs, “Yeah I don’t know, I mean it’s not like it happens a ton anyway but it’s just usually not enough. With you though…”
“So you’re saying I’m special,” Pete jokes but Ricky just nods in total agreement.
“I just really, really like you so all this stuff is…really you could do anything to me and I’d probably come like that,” he snaps his fingers, “but you are also very good with your mouth.”
“At least it’s good for something right?” Pete chuckles, taking one of Ricky’s hands between his own to trace his fingers and palm.
“Can I touch you back?”
“Oh. Um…”
“No pressure but if you want it, I’d really like to make you come.”
“Yes please and also thank you.”
Ricky abruptly stands up keeping Pete securely in his arms and walks them to his bed before dropping Pete unceremoniously onto it with a grin. He starts to strip out of his clothing, muscle and smooth skin and a casual carelessness, no shame or insecurity to be found in the way he moves fully naked. Pete’s lust heavy brain takes a second to catch up with the fact that he should already be ripping his own clothes off at an ungodly speed so he can feel all that skin against his.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, this is…yeah you’re so warm it’s kind of amazing,” Pete says, shivering in a giddy sort of delight as soon as Ricky blankets him and noses along his jaw and ear. The slide of their skin against each other, the weight of Ricky’s body, the press of their lips again and Pete could get lost here forever.
“Will you let me eat you out?” Ricky asks through the kiss and Pete moans at the words, didn’t know it was even possible for him to get wetter and it’s not even because of the eating out it’s because Ricky said will you let me? and Pete thinks that’s super hot. That Ricky wants it bad enough that he’s asking for permission, not doing it as a reciprocation or something.
“Yeah okay pretty boy take your shot.”
“Pretty boy?” Ricky asks, and Pete wonders if he’s as distracted by the thumb pressing less than casually against his throat as Pete is.
“I said what I said,” Pete says defiantly, arching into his touch.
“Not complaining, I like that you think I’m pretty,” he says and that voice is so soft and pleased that Pete knows he is so fucked. Ricky already has him wrapped around his little finger without even trying, whether he knows it or not.
“I also like when you look at me like that,” Ricky says, a little rougher, and kisses down his body quickly before licking into Pete with no hesitation.
Pete yelps and kicks out at him, both in surprise and indignation, but Ricky completely ignores him. Pete is already so keyed up that for once he feels like it’s going to take almost nothing to set him off.
“Holy shit,” he gasps as Ricky’s tongue works against him relentless already and normally Pete would have critiques about going straight for the gold but, “holy fucking shit.”
The hand that isn’t gripped tight in his own hair flails out wildly until Ricky grabs it and holds on tight. He makes some kind of humming sound, an acknowledgment or comfort Pete truly doesn’t know, and it makes everything that much better.
Ricky’s hips grind into the bed trying to relieve the pressure build and Pete just flat out moans when he realizes. Ricky grabs Pete’s ass and pulls him closer, makes an encouraging noise when Pete accidentally bucks his hips up as he gets close.
Pete grinds against his face gladly once he’s made it clear it’s what he wants without bothering to pull his mouth away long enough to say anything. He’s breathing so hard it’s deafening and tears of desperation blur his vision as he stares down at Ricky.
Ricky who takes a page from Pete’s book and winks and goddamnit but it works. Pete allows himself to move his hips with abandon, drinks in the moans that Ricky gifts him, and comes really fucking hard. He has to slap weakly at Ricky a few times before he reluctantly pulls back, face wet with the biggest grin.
“Who taught you how to use your tongue like that because I need to send them a thank you card immediately. Big bouquet of flowers too.”
Ricky shrugs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand,
“Everyone is different, I’m just a quick learner.”
“Of course you are.”
Ricky kisses back up along his stomach, his ribs, across his scars, his pecs, and shoulders and neck, before finally sinking his teeth into that little spot just behind the hinge of his jaw until Pete goes slack in his grip.
“You’re really beautiful when you come,” he says.
Ricky rolls to the side and wraps an arm around Pete’s waist as he settles on his back so that Pete ends up on top of him. He can feel how hard Ricky is right now, polite as hell but still seeking out friction against Pete’s thigh almost unconsciously.
“What do you wanna do?” Pete asks, breathless and distracted by everything Ricky.
“You said I’m in your wet dreams, tell me what you want most from those.”
“Pretty much everything happens in those dreams,” Pete winces and says, “and daydreams.”
“What if- do you wanna fuck me?” Ricky finally gets out, a very real moan spilling from his lips as Pete determinedly sucks a waterfall of hickeys into the sensitive skin of his throat. Pete is going to leave his mark on him at least once if it’s the absolute last thing he does on this wretched earth.
The air leaves Pete’s lungs with something close to a whine when he processes what Ricky just said and his hips roll down from where he’s already between Ricky’s legs with a desperation he can’t quite control.
Does he want to fuck him? In what world would Pete be goddamn stupid enough to pass it up?
“Yeah, yes, whatever you want,” Pete says catching him in another kiss, pouring everything he doesn’t know how to say into everywhere they touch.
“Have you done this before?” He asks, stroking a hand through Ricky’s hair and delighting in the way his eyes slide shut as he leans into it.
“Yeah, not often though. People usually want me to top, regardless of gender.”
“Well yeah, it makes sense fucking look at you, you’re so ripped it’s almost unbelievable.”
“No days off.”
Pete snorts and drops his head into his shoulder, “No days off. Plus you have a big dick, I think you’ve been sleeping with a bunch of size queens and I’m not gonna lie the streak continues.”
Ricky looks confused but Pete doesn’t bother to explain, too fixated on the revelation that not everyone wants to pound Ricky Matsui straight through the mattress.
“That’s stupid though, who wouldn’t want to top you?”
“I mean…” Ricky starts and Pete slaps his chest.
“Don’t start listing your exes while we’re in bed that was a rhetorical question.”
“Right, that makes sense,” he nods and Pete laughs again.
Pete sighs and heaves himself upright, “The dildo and strap I want to use are under the bed,” he explains and jolts when Ricky runs a hand down his ass and dips through the wetness between his thighs as he goes.
“Horny bastard,” Pete teases as he pulls the drawer out from underneath his bed.
“You’re beautiful, do you really expect me not to touch when you said I could?”
Pete’s stomach dips so hard he half suspects the ground has opened beneath him. He makes a dismissive sound, waves his hand at him, but smiles as well.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, god you’re so fucking hot how the hell did I get this lucky?” Pete says once he stands back up to find Ricky stretched out and lazily jerking himself off as he watches him pull the harness on, tightening it until he feels confident. He is in total awe, stuck staring at him.
“Come here,” Ricky says, holding a hand out and smiling fondly when Pete eagerly crawls onto the bed again, no shame to be found in how much he wants this. It makes any doubts Ricky might have had about this melt away.
“Luck has nothing to do with it, I don’t know how you can’t see it but you’re like…I mean you’re really amazing, Pete, everyone thinks so.”
“No way that’s totally you! You’re New York’s finest, you’re god’s bravest little firefighter, your Mr. March for fucks sake!” Pete exclaims, eyebrows furrowed.
“And you’re the Vox Phantasma himself. Don’t compare yourself to me like you aren’t incredible.”
“You are going to be the death of me,” Pete sighs, exasperated but fond.
“Will you die happy?”
“Yes,” Pete says and he’s never been so sure of something in his life.
“Then my conscience will be clear,” Ricky says.
“You’re a lot more of a little shit than you let on.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ricky says with an entirely too pleased-with-himself smile on.
“Have you ever dreamed about this?” Pete asks abruptly
“I uh- um yeah.”
“And have you ever jerked off to it?”
Ricky looks so caught out that Pete almost feels bad for pursuing it so directly but he just feels an almost euphoric sense of relief to know he’s not the only person who’s been longing.
“It’s okay if you have!” Pete rushes to add, “It’s hot if you have actually. Um. I definitely have. To you.”
“Really?”
“That should be like the least surprising thing here I literally revealed I liked you by admitting you were in my wet dreams didn’t I? I mean for fucks sake, we’re boyfriends.”
Ricky looks so content and happy when he says that and it makes Pete want to kiss him breathless.
“I’ve…I came so hard the first time I dreamt about you fucking me,” Ricky confesses, “I woke up on the edge and barely got a hand down my boxers before I came.”
“Oh,” Pete swallows thickly, mouth suddenly dry, “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“I need to fuck you so bad it’s unreal, get in whatever position you want because I’m about to take you apart.”
“I like you so much,” Ricky says and he’s earnest enough to practically knock Pete on his ass.
He opens Ricky up as slow as Ricky will allow. Despite not bottoming as often, he takes Pete’s fingers so well, relaxes into his touch, and is delightfully needy.
“Please Pete, come on, I want it, I’m ready, please,” Ricky begs once again because Pete can’t help it he likes drawing it out, likes putting Ricky back on the razor wire of almost coming. Still they’ve both waited long enough and Pete pulls his fingers out and messily wipes them on the nearest piece of discarded clothing.
Pete finally pushes Ricky’s thighs wider and lines himself up and thinks I’m about to top Mr. March jesus fucking christ Sofia’s gonna lose her mind before pushing inside him as smoothly as he can manage, his hips rolling slowly so it’s not one sharp push. Ricky makes a guttural sound and his hands shoot up to grasp at his shoulders as Pete sinks deep.
Once he feels his hips flush with Ricky’s ass he pauses to let Ricky adjust and so that he can stare at where they’re connected. He kisses Ricky whose breathing is hitching like he’s stumbling down and there’s a fine tremor running through his body that Pete finds maybe the most intoxicating thing so far.
“You doing okay?” He asks, nuzzling their noses together as he waits for Ricky to adjust.
“Mm-hm.”
“Wanna get fucked now?”
“Please,” Ricky moans and he sounds so desperate that Pete’s hips kick forward all on their own.
At some point one of Pete’s leg straps from his harness slides down and he has to refasten it with a wonderful amount of laughter from both of them. When he leans back on his heels to further adjust it, Ricky reaches and grabs his dick, smearing the wetness further down and then back up.
“If I didn’t know where your dick has just been I’d ask you to face fuck me right now.”
“You know I have multiple dildos right?” Pete says and then, “Holy shit I think I actually saw your pupils dilate. How about later I’ll let you suck me off as long as you want?”
Ricky nods and swallows hard, the look on his face so sweet and desperate it makes Pete melt. Ricky’s hands go to where they’re attached and gasps sharply.
“Oh is…” Ricky trails off as his fingers find where the other end of the dildo is, Pete wet and stretched around it.
“Yeah it’s one of those dildos, I think it’s hotter that way honestly.”
“All of it is hot, everything you do is really attractive.”
“Shut up,” Pete pouts, “let me fuck you and stop making my heart flutter.”
“But I like that,” Ricky says softly, truthful, gorgeous.
“Fuck. Yeah okay. Okay. But only…like not all the time yeah? It’s just a lot. I’m not used to anyone being anything but disappointed in me.”
Ricky frowns, hands coming up to cup Pete’s face, “Well they shouldn’t be.”
“Let me fuck youuu,” Pete groans rolling his hips and making Ricky gasp.
Ricky laughs through the gasp and says, “Alright, alright, but I get to give you more compliments after you fuck my brains out it’s only fair.”
Pete swallows hard, eyes wide and he nods shakily, “Yep, okay, deal, fuck,” his forehead hits Ricky’s shoulder as he starts to fuck him properly, overwhelmed and so horny he honestly might pass out.
Ricky’s hands gravitate to Pete’s ass without thought and even while Pete starts to snap his hips harder, chases Ricky’s sounds instead of his own pleasure, he can’t help but laugh out,
“Ha! I knew you liked my ass, I knew I caught you staring!”
“Oh like your eyes aren’t glued to me every time I take my shirt off,” Ricky grins, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.
“Listen you take it off substantially more often than anyone else I know statistically I’m- hey wait have you been doing that on purpose?”
“No but now I will be,” Ricky chuckles and finally flips them with those muscles that Pete sometimes forgets aren’t for show because of how goddamn sweet he is when he isn’t using them.
Ricky settles over his hips and sinks all the way back down, his hands shooting out to hang onto the top of the bed frame.
“I like the way your dick feels inside of me,” Ricky pants, rising and falling like he was made for it, because what can’t he do well?
“Oh good,” Pete says, voice faint, “that’s good.”
“Touch me?” Ricky asks just shy of pleading and Pete obeys instantly, hands wrapping around his hips and then sliding down his thighs and Pete feels dizzy as he sees his knuckle tats FANTASMA slide across Ricky Matsui’s skin because honestly what is his life? Who could have ever guessed he’d get to have this? A good if chaotic life with fantastic friends and an amazing boyfriend. Certainly not him.
He wraps a hand around his dick and watches mesmerized as Ricky takes as much as he wants, shoving into his grip and grinding down against him. Ricky is beautiful by Greek god standards but he’s never looked better than right now while he almost blindly chases his pleasure.
“Come on baby, come inside me,” Ricky begs and Pete does just that, hips kicking upwards blindly as he shudders through a gut punch of an orgasm that he rarely ever has, coming from topping, but that he finds so gender affirming its kind of ridiculous. And Ricky has just added to it, seems to understand exactly how to make Pete feel completely valid in his gender while being completely naked. He wants him to come inside him, he’s mindlessly asking at this point, reacting like he’s actually being filled up. Then Pete thinks about those dildos with fake cum and then he’s thinking about filling Ricky till he’s dripping and he’s maybe never came this long in his life.
The sounds he makes spur Ricky on and he’s suddenly very glad it’s a dildo and not a flesh and blood cock that gets soft after orgasm. Instead Ricky gets relentless pressure against his prostate and it only takes a few pulls before he’s coming over Pete’s stomach and chest, noisy and two seconds from completely collapsing on top of him. The force of his orgasm feels like a shock wave, frying every nerve in his body till all he knows is the rush, a tingling from head to toe and he can confidently say sex has never, ever been this good before. He says as much to Pete whose eyes go wide as his already red face flushes an even darker shade and he stammers over his words before finally landing on,
“I think you should fuck me.”
“Pete, I just came so hard I almost passed out, I know you can go again and again but you gotta give me time to recover,” he says laughing as he pants and drops down against Pete’s side.
“I don’t mean right this second I just meant next. You should fuck me next.”
“Can do.”
“So confident,” Pete chuckles but his chest hitches as Ricky strokes along his hips and trails down between his legs.
His fingers again trace where Pete is still stretched around the other part of the dildo, stroking and dipping into the wetness gathering there before wrapping a hand around the dildo like it’s his dick and it very suddenly is to Pete, more so even than before when Ricky was begging him to come inside him. Ricky starts to slowly jerk him off and while at first Pete is just wickedly turned on by the image and the concept, once Ricky gets a feel for it, he starts to pull the right way to actually fuck the toy in and out of him just enough to keep the pressure up inside him while still having friction.
Ricky is both fucking him and giving him a handjob and doing it with a really gorgeous and endearingly focused face. Pete isn’t even really sure what kind of orgasm this is going to be but when it hits it feels like he’s drowning in it, a slow ocean wave pulling him under.
“Holy shit, Ri- Ricky oh- oh fuck oh fuck, so good,” from there it dissolves into something close to sobbing until he finally climaxes so hard he almost bites his tongue clean off.
He knows for a fact he comes practically sobbing Ricky’s name.
Before Pete can even recover from the first one, Ricky works him through another orgasm that’s truly a force of nature for how relentless and all consuming it is.
Ricky draws Pete a bath and Pete widens it with magic to make it bigger than any rathole New York apartment bath has any business being so Ricky can sit behind him.
“You know I’ve never heard you talk so much,” Pete comments idly, tracing rivulets of water up and down Ricky’s arm.
He feels Ricky’s shoulders rise in a shrug behind him, “When other people have something to say, I like to listen.”
“That’s ugh, that’s really cute but to be clear I want to hear you speak.”
“I know. That’s why I’m talking.”
“Oh okay cool. That’s cool.”
Ricky kisses the side of his neck and Pete shivers at the soft touch,
“You’re my best friend you know.”
“I thought Wally was your best friend,” Pete says teasingly and is glad when Ricky doesn’t take him seriously and just laughs a little before continuing to kiss his skin.
“Pete,” he says, firmly, almost a gentle reprimand, like Pete should know better.
“Really?”
“YES.”
Ricky’s teeth sink into him and Pete’s yelp quickly turns into a moan, head dropping back against Ricky’s shoulder. They fuck in the bath, Ricky’s hands between his legs and his dick between Pete’s ass cheeks until both of them come, their moans echoing off the bathroom walls. Ricky doesn’t even ask to stay, just crawls under the covers and tucks Pete into his embrace when he follows.
Yeah, Pete could get used to this.
In the early morning light, Pete studies Ricky’s sleeping form, gorgeous as ever, and lightly prods at the edges of Ricky’s existence with his magic. He’s pretty sure this is real but…still. Just to be sure.
“You know I can feel when you do that right?” Ricky says without opening his eyes.
“Oh,” Pete says and he blushes so hard it burns, “sorry.”
“I’m actually here.”
“Right.”
“This is real.”
“Yeah I know,” he says and the words barely get out with how strangled his voice sounds.
Ricky hooks an arm around his waist and pulls him close, warm and relaxed as he works to wake up.
He kisses his forehead and chuckles when Pete burrows deeper into his embrace.
“I’m not used to being allowed to be happy,” Pete admits in the safety that is his face squished into Ricky’s chest.
“I’d like you to be.”
“I mean me too but I’m just not yet.”
Ricky tilts his chin up and kisses him then, hums approvingly when Pete responds quickly.
“I think you should fuck me now,” Pete whispers.
“Yes please,” Ricky whispers back and Pete feels warm and happy. Which he reminds himself, he is allowed to be.
He lets Ricky kiss every part of his body before eating him out until Pete is begging to be fucked before finally pulling him close enough to fuck into him. Pete moans as soon as he’s inside and it feels as perfect as he suspected it would. Ricky Matsui has a perfect dick because the world wouldn’t make sense if he didn’t honestly, and that’s about the last coherent thought Pete has for god knows how long while Ricky fucks him within an inch of his life, hardly breaking a sweat. Pete is pretty sure he didn’t truly understand the definition of “getting railed” until today. It’s not because Ricky is a guy, it’s not because he has a dick, Pete loves the strap and those who know how to use it just as much, but it’s because Ricky is so strong he can hold his entire bottom half up with one hand while he brutally fucks into him at breakneck speed and uses his other hand to stroke him off.
It’s because Ricky doesn’t just pound into him like some people do, he hunts for the perfect angle like a fucking predator, easily manhandling his body around until he finds the angle that means Pete can’t shut the fuck up, desperate sounds escaping him like he’s possessed or something, unable to stop begging for more.
Pete likes being fucked. He likes fucking people. He’ll try anything once, whether it’s drugs or sex or whatever the flavor of the week is. Ricky being the whole package is ultimately as unsurprising as it is exciting.
And then there’s the eye contact. Pete’s never in his life felt this exposed in or out of the bedroom, being watched by someone who clearly wants to watch him. One who even more clearly is very attentive and studying his face for tells on what he likes best. Ricky has yet to guess wrong.
“Ricky, what the fuck?” He manages, fingernails digging deep into Ricky’s back who doesn’t even flinch. If anything his hips stutter deeper each time his grip loosens and tightens again.
“I don’t know what that means,” he pants raggedly as he hitches Pete’s hips higher around his waist.
“Doesn’t matter, turn me over,” he says, prepares himself to beg if he has to but Ricky is pulling out, flipping him, and fucking back into him so fast he’s dizzy with it. Right, his ass, fuck it’s hot that Ricky wants to look so bad.
Ricky’s thumb absently brushes against Pete’s asshole a couple times as he traces against where they’re joined and damn Ricky really likes feeling the hint of things deep inside Pete, running his fingers along the edges every damn time that Pete is full.
He quickly blurts out, “You can if you want to.”
“If I want what?” Ricky says in genuine confusion even as he pounds home.
“If you want to fuck my ass.”
Ricky comes just like that and Pete gasps sharply at the feeling of him pulsing inside him.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes,” Pete laughs shakily and deeply out of breath.
“That’s really something you like?” Ricky asks when he pulls out and turns him over.
Pete doesn’t know how to explain that he likes desperately feeling like he’s going to come without actually being able to get there and anal does just that. Then he realizes that’s a perfectly decent explanation and tells Ricky who looks at him in something close to wonder.
“You like being edged?”
“Uh yeah?”
“Cool,” Ricky says far too casually, especially with the grip he’s got on Pete now.
“Is it safe to assume you like edging people?”
“I like giving people what they want.”
“And what do they want?”
“To come really fucking hard,” Ricky says and visibly swallows. Pete wonders if it’s physically possible for his pupils to blow any wider.
“Where the fuck is the lube?” Pete says abruptly and starts digging around in the bed till he finds it, exaggerating the struggle because it makes Ricky laugh. He makes a triumphant sound when he unearths it and thrusts it into Ricky’s hand impatiently.
“Fingers in me now,” he says and spreads his knees a little wider as he settles down
Ricky works him open so smoothly Pete almost doesn’t notice when he’s ready because there ended up being almost no pain to help gauge when he was actually stretched enough. Okay then. He knows that Ricky isn’t just good at sex he’s possibly godlike because he had that monster in his mouth and it’s no joke and yet Ricky fits perfectly inside of him right now, only little twinges of pain as he moves deeper bother Pete now.
“Fuck, fuck, oh god,” Ricky gasps as soon as he’s inside, “I know this is stupidly cliche but you’re so tight and I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to last.”
Pete wants to laugh but he’s too busy reeling over how full he is and yeah it’s been a hot minute since he took it up the ass but he’s happy to find his memories are accurate and it feels nothing like being cunt fucked, instead this slick, slow slide in and out that stretches Pete’s body open just perfect for Ricky’s cock.
Anywhere between fifteen minutes and two hours later, Pete has a vibrator pressed up against his dick so hard he’s trying not to scream and Ricky is bent over him from behind, skin sticking together, as he rocks down into Pete relentlessly. For once Ricky is the one mindlessly running his mouth and Pete never wants it to end.
“You’re so hot, you’re so hot, fuck I’m so lucky holy shit,” Ricky rambles and changes the pace to something a little slower, groaning deeply, fingers digging tight into his hips, “baby you’re amazing.”
“Uh-huh call me baby, call me baby.”
“You’re perfect, baby, just like-oh god-just like that, so perfect for me.”
“Yeah, yeah for you, wanna be good for you,” Pete says shuddering with how good it feels when Ricky says shit like that.
“Do you wanna come for me?”
“Mm-hmmm,” Pete whines uselessly nodding his head rapidly.
“I’ve got you baby, go ahead. Come on my cock,” he murmurs and Pete is surprised but a hundred percent certain that those are the words that kick off his climax.
He manages to choke out as much to Ricky who slips his fingers inside his cunt and hooks them hard, yanking Pete right through a godsend of an orgasm.
“I didn’t even know I could make those noises,” Pete says once his throat unsticks, sounding more than a little blown away.
For whatever reason, that makes Ricky giggle, harder and harder till he’s full out shaking with peals of laughter and if Pete isn’t already in love he will be soon.
Of course they go again and again because they’re young and Ricky has almost unlimited stamina while Pete’s body can pretty much go indefinitely, especially on T. Which means Ricky’s been fucking Pete for so long he’s barely coherent when they startle at the sound of their phones ringing at the same time and he’s going to say that’s why both of them pick up without a thought. Although the combo effect of is anyone in danger? does help. Pete picks up the phone to Kingston and Ricky to Sofia, can hear her voice over the speaker loud and stressed where Kingston’s is calm as ever.
“What’s up?” Pete says staring at Ricky who is wide eyed staring back.
“Why aren’t you here?” Kingston asks.
“Is the world ending or something?”
“No, you’re late to brunch.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Pete snaps because he honestly can’t help it, “Goddamnit.”
“Did you forget?” Kingston asks, just the faintest bit annoyed, “Why are you panting so hard?”
“Just send me the address. I’m GOING to be even more late but I’m sure whatever hoity toity brunch place Rowan insists on going to is like an hour wait just for the table, let alone the food anyway.”
Ricky’s panting even harder than Pete when he tries to speak with Sofia. Pete just hangs up for him when she starts point blank asking if Pete is there having sex with him.
“Fuck them and fuck me instead please,” Pete begs, wrapping his arms around Ricky’s shoulders.
Ricky doesn’t even bother responding just starts back up immediately and brings him off at least two or three more times because he’s a very good boyfriend, which Pete tells him repeatedly much to Ricky’s amusement and joy.
“Why did you pick up in the middle of sex?!” Rowan asks, practically a screech which garners the attention of other people in the restaurant.
“We thought it was an emergency not brunch!” Pete complains, “Our phones went off at the exact same time!”
“Sorry,” Ricky says wincing.
“No don’t fucking apologize! Honestly you guys should be glad we responded so quickly what if there had actually been danger?”
From there it quickly devolves into full on bickering, affectionate as hell thankfully, and Ricky holds his hand the whole time.
“Alright, alright,” Sofia says, waving a hand to quiet everyone, “I’m gonna ask it because I know no one else will, but we’re all curious, who topped?”
Ricky blushes, bright goddamn red and Pete says some silly joke about personal life/work life separation to cover for Ricky’s stammering but mouths both at Sofia who reaches across the table to give him a high five. Pete goes to give Ricky a high five who just responds on puppy dog instinct before looking surprisingly put out that he was tricked. Pete laughs so hard he spills his drink trying to sip it.
Ricky ends up in the news a lot, trends online quite a bit. But for some reason, the day he marries Pete Conlan now Pete Matsui (please please let me take your last name oh my god I need everyone to know who I’m married to) is the day he breaks the internet. There’s a general outcry of despair that one of the hottest dudes out there is taken now, but most people actually eat it up when the video starts circling wider and wider where Pete tries to put wedding cake on Ricky’s face and instead misses and throws cake at Kingston before happily being kissed by Ricky anyway.
He is in love and he is happy and he defies anyone who might try to take that away from him.