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"Let’s see if you can listen to me for once." Flambae’s voice sounded soft and stern, the mix of both enough to redirect Waterboy’s bloodflow straight into his weeping dick. The leather of the collar dug into his throat as he swallowed the excess water. "Stay."
Chad’s long hair framed his face perfectly, that cocky grin of his showing just enough teeth to make Herm nervous as he looked up at him. His dick ached in his suddenly too-tight pants, straining while he tried not to shift; attempted to behave for the older man, just like he had ordered. He bucked slightly into the pressure as Flambae pressed the heel of his foot onto his hard-on, immediately punished when Chad pulled back enough to make the pressure border just on the side of not being enough.
"I—"
"No, you’re not apologizing tonight, bitch. If you can’t follow a single fucking rule, then I don’t think I can trust you with getting yourself off." The leash tightened as Flambae pulled Herm closer, the burn of the leather uncomfortable but not painful, as Herman tried to obey. "Maybe we can find a better use for that mouth of yours instead…"
Waterboy let Flambae’s fingers dance over his lower lip, waiting until Chad dug his thumb into it, silently coaxing Herm to open his mouth. His dick wept at the gesture, clothes growing damper every second. Waterboy presented his open mouth, careful not to let his teeth show as Flambae pulled out his hard cock, the tip already dripping with precum, slowly beginning to feed Herm his huge dick.
"That’s it, don’t be greedy," Flambae instructed. An airy laugh followed his words, underlined by Chad’s other hand combing through Herm’s locks. His fingernails scraped over his scalp, sending shivers down Herman’s spine. "Breathe in through your nose, cover your teeth, and remember not to cause a fucking scene like last time."
The last time he was referring to had been an incident, when Herm had gotten just a little bit too excited and hadn’t able to control the water spilling out of his mouth. It had led to a bit of a mess, primarily because the water had already mixed with Flambae’s hot come when it had happened. The reminder caused Herm to flush. He had to fight the urge to hide his face as he obediently gagged around Chad’s cock, trying to keep his powers under control just as Flambae had ordered him to.
The heavy cock rested on his tongue, Flambae’s taste strong and heady, making his head spin as he attempted to keep still, give Chad exactly what he wanted. It was tempting, though, to let his tongue run up and down those veins, taste all the older hero had to offer, give into his instincts that just screamed at him to take more right now.
Slowly, Flambae released the grasp on Herm’s hair, and the taller man was about to whine in protest when a tug on his leash pulled him forward, further down on Chad’s burningly hot cock. Herm’s chocked slightly at the enormous worth, tears beginning to form in his eyes as he attempted to remember what Flambae had just told him. Spit spilled from his mouth as he tried to breathe slowly through his nose, his restraint just about to snap as he continued to stay completely still.
"Look at that, seems your ears work after all. Good boy."
The praise went straight to his dick, his moan audibly muffled by Chad’s dick. Finally, Flambae seemed to take pity on him. One hand wrapped around his head again, the other pulling on the leash until Herm’s nose was firmly nestled in Flambae’s pubes. It forced the remaining inches down his throat, and now the threat of choking was more real than it had been before. Herm’s powers activated, helping him relax his throat. It only barely helped.
"I love it when you struggle around my cock. Those fucking sinful lips wrapped around me, stretched to the limit. Fuck, I love you," Flambae muttered.
The words, barely more than a whisper, caused Herm to come, staining his pants as he rocked up against Flambae’s foot with every wave of pleasure washing over him. The collar was pulled tight, digging into his skin, strangling a pathetic whimper from his throat. It was a heady feeling, coming against the faint pressure that had previously kept him from ejaculating.
Perhaps it was this information, mixed with the sudden realization of Flambae’s words, that made Herm’s eyes snap open.
His room was dark, the water-resistant tarp beneath him drenched in water. Unlike the wetness in his shorts, which were stained with a decidedly different liquid. A wet slap echoed through the empty room as Herm let his head fall back into his drenched pillow, staring at the ceiling.
"Fuck." The curse word didn’t sound right coming from him. Then again, it didn’t matter much what he said alone in this empty room of his.
They hadn’t really talked since that confession a week ago. Flambae had stormed off, and since then, the older man had flaked on every single call they had been sent on together. Or he’d shown up before Herm and finished the request without him. The sudden absence of Chad’s presence was beginning to drive him mad, and Herm wasn’t quite sure how to fix what had somehow been broken by just four words.
"…I think I love you too."
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"Hey," Golem greeted Waterboy as he entered the break room.
Herm turned around for a moment, checking if anyone entered behind him before spinning back around to face the youngest member of Team Z: "Good…He—Hello!"
"Saw your reddit post."
The guy was so nonchalant about it, it didn’t even register to Herman for a second what that meant, before the memories of last night came flooding back to him. Upon realizing what Golem was referring to, Waterboy’s face turned several shades redder, his fight-or-flight instinct kicking in. He had to mentally force himself to stay, mostly to ensure nobody outside the breakroom could hear their conversation.
"Wh—What reddit p-post? I didn’t…I ha—haven’t…I don’t use social m-media!"
"Sure." It was always hard to figure out whether Golem’s flat tone was meant to be sarcasm or genuine disinterest. In this case, Herman thought it was probably both. "Should probably delete it then. It’s really popular."
Herm shrieked when a hand touched his back out of nowhere, slapping it just hard enough to border on being actually painful.
"You didn’t even change the ages or gender or anything," Invisigal laughed behind Waterboy, scrolling on her phone as she wandered past the redhead. He could only assume she was reading through the massive amount of replies Herm had gotten since he had published the question last night.
None of the answers had been even the least bit helpful.
Everything, from 'leave him', to 'talk to him', to calling him a couple really creative slurs that bordered on poetry were left under his post, which had just asked for clarification on his confusing feelings.
"Your post is directly underneath one titled 'How do I tell my boyfriend his dick smells bad?' Is that one from Flambae?" The screen was shoved in Herm’s face, and he had to take a step back to actually read the first line of the post.
"Hilarious. Haha…ha…" Herm adjusted his goggles again to glare at the shorter woman, trying not to make it obvious that he didn’t find this entire conversation even remotely funny.
"Oh come on," Invisigal put an arm around Herm, dragging him down to a height that was uncomfortable even for his abysmal posture. "It can’t be that bad, right? Just tell him you only like him for his body and bang it out. Angry sex is the best kind of sex anyway."
"Y-You do seem like the angry-sex type," Herm commented, staring down at her until she finally released her grasp to turn to Golem instead. He quickly took the opportunity to leave, deciding that lunch breaks were overrated anyway.
"See, he gets it!" Waterboy heard Invisigal say as he left the room.
"Don’t think that was a compliment," Golem retorted, his gravely voice still audible through the door.
Herm’s work day dragged, calls going from bad to worse to downright miserable, as he continued to get distracted far too easily, mind reeling between confronting Flambae and avoiding the hero in between missions. When his shift was finally over, Herm was left in the locker room, staring at his bare locker, waiting for some sort of sign of what to do.
The reddit post had been a mistake; the answers to his questions had ranged from condescending empathy with his situation to outright rude assumptions about his relationship with his parents. But he didn’t feel like talking to anybody from the team, afraid of their judgment, even after Robert’s pep talk in the janitorial closet.
Besides, it was Friday evening, and every sensible person had already left work for the day. It was just him and his own misery for company. Right on cue, his phone vibrated, the screen displaying Prism’s name. Waterboy let the call go to voicemail, throwing his phone on the bench as he continued to mope. His headphones played a random death metal song, the music not remotely jiving with his depressed mood. He didn’t manage to miserate for very long; immediately interrupted when Alice called him a second time.
"He—Hello?"
"Hey, Hermy, you still at the SDN?" The horrible quality of his water-resistant headphones didn’t dim the volume of Prism’s voice as she basically screamed at Waterboy over the phone. "Joking! Ain’t no way you’re anywhere else on a Friday night!"
If it wasn’t so accurate, Herm might have found it in him to get offended by her words. Just to be polite, though, he answered her all the same: "Y-Yeah?"
"Cool. Chad’s in the gym, doing a late-night workout."
"Okay?" The line went silent. After a couple of seconds, Herm realized that Alice probably expected him to say something else, but he wasn’t quite sure what she even wanted from him. "Tha—That’s good…great for him. S-Staying in shape, I mean…G-Go…sports…"
"For fucks sake, talk to him, you wet, semi-inflated blow-up doll!" Compared to the previous Friday night statement, that was definitely meant as an insult. "I ain’t got time for relationship problems from either of you. Figure that shit out before I whoop both your asses on Monday!"
The slow toot signaled the end of the call before Herm had even gotten the opportunity to respond. The sliding door to the gym sat ominously in the distance, almost seeming to mock Herm as he stared at it, debating whether he was more afraid of a confrontation than Alice.
As he approached the gym, he heard the clattering of plates before he even saw Flambae. His forehead gleamed, covered in a thin layer of sweat that spread across all the bare skin on display. Herm wasn’t sure whether it was all right to stare, afraid that it was impolite, given the fragile state of their undefined relationship. Right then, Chad looked up at him, his fiery eyes widening before he schooled his expression to a chilling scowl.
"He—Hello…uhh…I- I’m just…o-only clea—cleaning. So—Sorry…"
"Your stutter has gotten worse." Flambae’s words made it sound like a casual sentence, but there was something in his tone. No, something just underneath the way he talked so nonchalantly. It sounded almost like the statement was a question aimed at Herm.
"Wh—What? N-no, i-it…it hasn’t…wasn’t….isn’t bad— worse," Waterboy lied, failing with not stumbling over his words as he tried to look anywhere but the other hero. "Tha—That’s just…uhh…"
"Alright, fucking Christ! Just stop talking and spare me the humiliation, Waterbitch." The nickname Flambae had retired months ago, stung a bit. Herm felt elated that nobody was around to witness their falling-out firsthand. "I got it already."
"Y-You ha—have…I mean, yo—you do?"
Herm turned his head enough just to catch a glimpse of Flambae preparing to lift the bar off the rack. It would be great if Flambae got it already, because it would mean he could fill Herm in on whatever was wrong between them.
"Yes. So let’s just pretend this whole thing," Chad paused as he lifted the bar back up, and even with Herm’s limited experience, he realized that Flambae was struggling with the weight. "Didn’t happen, alright?"
Waterboy stared as Flambae lifted the bar, shaking more with every rep. His mind tried to process the request, but every time he thought he had reached a point of understanding, some primal part of his denying the mere thought of just breaking things off like this. When Chad’s arms began to shake under the weight, Herm stepped behind the hero, looking down at him.
"I…I don’t think you and I…I think we need to talk." His voice sounded almost casual to his own ears, standing in complete contrast to the emotional dumpster fire occurring inside Herm right now.
Flambae’s eyes stared at the redhead as he let Waterboy help him lift the bar up again. The metal rod shuddered under the heavy weights as Chad finally let go. His mouth was still pressed into a thin line, but the anger in his eyes had melted into caution as Flambae finally sat up.
The sweat made his chest glisten, and Herman desperately tried to keep his eyes focused on Chad’s handsome face, because he knew the second he stared at the deep V-cut, everything would be over.
"Fine. You want to talk? Fucking talk then," Flambae gritted out. The shorter man clearly didn’t face the same dilemma Herm did, his eyes staring a hole through the redhead’s chest as he talked. "Or are you going to stutter me to death?"
"You know…it—it’s shit like this, that m-makes me question our r-relationship," Herm forced out. Flambae’s lip twitched as he mentioned their relationship. It was barely visible, and the older hero immediately schooled his expression again, but it was already too late. It was almost hilarious how Herman had ever thought that Chad was someone he would never figure out. The man seemed an open book to him now.
"Our relationship? There’s no our relationship. We fucked, that’s it." Despite his tone, Flambae remained tense, his jaw clenched so strongly that his teeth grinding was audible. Waterboy rounded the weight bar that had been physically separating them.
"I mean, that…that’s what I tho—thought. But you don’t want that, r-right?"
"What the fuck would you—" Flambae’s flaming fist was raised before the former villain had fully realized just how much closer Herm had gotten. Immediately, the fire went out. Chad turned his head away as Herm sat down on the bench next to him, his long hair nearly slapping Herm in the face. "…what the fuck would you know?"
The words were quieter, and if Waterboy valued his life slightly less, he would have called them almost bashful in tone. But the time for jokes had passed. All he had now was a single lifeline he was extending to Flambae, hoping he found the right words to make Chad reach for it himself.
"You p-probably won’t be surprised…sh—shocked to learn I haven’t exactly received ma—a…a lot of confessions, r-right?" He removed his goggles; his water powers weren’t acting up nearly as much as he had expected. "So I’m no ex…pert, but I think…believe people usually wait for an answer."
The heat radiating off Flambae was noticeably growing hotter the longer they sat next to each other. Herm wanted nothing more than to touch the older hero, but at this point, he feared third-degree burns based on the way smoke was rising from Flambae’s shoulders.
"Silence is a fucking answer, asshole. I don’t need to wait around to get humiliated further."
"Be—Because people heard you confess t-to me?"
"What?"
"You…You’re embarrassed because y-you l-lo—like me. A-And our team—team mates now know i-it," Herm’s voice hadn’t really known how to put it into words, but his conclusion just made so much sense the more he thought about it. Of course, Flambae was pissed. He’d never wanted to admit that he was into Herm, so he would obviously be embarrassed that it had gotten out like this. "W-We can still tell people you were j-joking, it’s no big—"
"Excuse me?" Flambae turned back around, and suddenly it was Waterboy who wanted to cover his face. "Alright, dumbass. Let’s make one thing clear. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about me, because I am fucking awesome. So anyone I associate with automatically becomes awesome, too."
Herm questioned if that was how it actually worked, but he didn’t have the heart to argue with Flambae about it.
"And I am not 'embarrassed', or 'scared', or whatever bitch emotions you want to put on me. I just like to keep the emotional shit and the fucking separate. Makes it less confusing."
"B-But you already said that you like me…O-Ohhh," Herm’s finger pointed at himself as he finally began to understand what Flambae was getting at. Granted, it was a convoluted and slightly vapid reason, which made it so inherently something Chad would think. "You think I don’t…I-I’m not— I am! I…I mean, I d-do! No—Not just your dick!"
"Start making sense before I strangle you with a resistance band," Flambae threatened, his unamused expression only making Waterboy’s grin grow even bigger.
"I like you too," Herm confessed, trying not to trip over himself. "I mean, I think I d-do. I’m not exact—exactly well-versed…n-not been in a— a lot of relationships."
"Really," Flambae deadpanned. Despite the sarcasm, all the venom in his voice from earlier had suddenly disappeared, replaced with cautious hopefulness. "I was uncertain after you told me that you don’t have any experience and that you aren’t an expert. You painted a blurry picture there."
"S-Sor—"
"Don’t—" Flambae stopped himself, his voice straining as he attempted to adopt a gentler tone. "Don’t apologize. ’S not like you were the one avoiding me."
Another incorrect statement. Herman had definitely avoided Flambae at least the first few days after the confession. He’d just gotten lucky because apparently Chad had done the same thing.
"I…can’t promise that I’ll be good at all this relationship stuff. So if you want flowers and chocolate, get the fuck out now, because that’s not happening." Herm smiled softly at the thought. Flambae with chocolate and flowers was a mental image that didn’t really fit unless he imagined the older hero setting both on fire immediately afterwards.
"I think I can live with that," Herm confessed, his goggles beginning to fog up as Flambae leaned closer. The suit sizzled softly as Chad rested his head on Herm’s shoulder, his hands glowing bright red, something Herman politely ignored to not embarrass the former villain any further.
"Now what?" Flambae’s voice carried a softness Herm wasn’t used to.
"W-We could make good use of our ti—time here…" The underlying implications hung heavy in the charged air between them. Suddenly, Herm was painfully aware just how close Chad was to him. And just how much being near the older hero caused Waterboy to immediately long for his hot touch. "N-Nobody will be using the gym this late— at this hour. I hope."
"Oh?" Flambae leaned closer. His hot breath ghosted over Herm’s wet skin, the difference in temperature causing goose bumps to spread over his exposed skin. His body went rigid, fighting the immediate urge to lean into his touch. As Flambae’s teeth scraped over the sensitive skin of his throat, Waterboy became aware that there was no use fighting it. "And here I thought you didn’t just like me for my dick…"
He bit down softly, not enough to draw blood, and yet it caused Herm to gasp softly, leaning back to give the former villain more access. "It—It’s a p-perk—nngh!"
The words caused Flambae to chuckle, his warm hands wrapping around Herm’s and pulling them up until they settled around his hips. He could feel the muscles shift under his touch as Chad went back to peppering Waterboy’s neck with love bites and hickeys. Unlike their first time getting dirty in the gym, they took their time. They weren’t in any rush. Herm slowly let his hands drift higher, mapping the outlines of Flambae’s abs, the way his pecs were soft to his touch, tightening immediately when he flicked Chad’s right nipple.
"Where’s this sudden initiative coming from?" Flambae asked, stopping long enough to make sure Herm could see the way his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Not that I’m complaining."
Chad suddenly pulled back, gripping the redhead’s collar before he let himself drop down on the weight bench. Waterboy just about managed to keep himself upright, his face mere inches away from Flambae’s own. His goggles were fogging up with every breath Chad took, obscuring the view before him. Chad’s hair was sprawled out, making the former villain look younger as he looked up at Herm. Carefully, Flambae pulled the goggles down, letting them dangle around Herman’s neck before he used them as leverage to pull the taller man down.
Their mouths collided in a slow kiss. It took Herm immense concentration to keep his powers in check, afraid he could accidentally waterboard Flambae if he lost control. It allowed Chad to take full control. His tongue danced around Herm’s own, dancing around it, teasing him. With every swipe of his tongue, Waterboy could feel himself growing harder, his head no longer even trying to keep up with his lower region as he allowed himself to just enjoy the sensation.
They separated to catch their breath. Flambae took the opportunity to check for himself just how affected Herm was by the entire situation. As soon as his palm made contact with Waterboy’s hard on, the redhead bucked into the touch, moaning lowly at the feeling. Chad’s wide grin told Herman exactly how pleased the former villain was with what he had found.
"Why don’t you prove it to me?"
It took Herm a second to catch up, his mind still reeling from the make-out session: "W-What?"
Flambae wrapped his legs around the younger hero’s waist, pulling him closer while he simultaneously wrapped his arms around Herm’s back to bring him down to his level.
"Show me that you don’t just like my dick," Chad whispered into Waterboy’s ear, making his face flush as Herm realized what Flambae wanted him to do. "Take me and fill me up with your love."
"H-Here?"
Flambae’s eyebrows crunched together in irritation as he looked up at the younger man. "I am having a fucking deja vu right now, and not the good kind. Usually, I only allow stupid questions to be asked once."
"I— I mean, h-here?" Herm attempted to clarify. "On the thi—thirty-inch wide bench?"
Chad seemed to take a moment to consider Herm’s question before he clicked his tongue in irritation: "Fuck, you have a point. Just this once. And I have been working out for two hours, so I probably smell like shit. Let’s hit the fucking showers then."
Before Herm could protest, Flambae had sat up, pushing the taller hero off him to get up. Herm followed immediately, trying to keep up as they made their way to the showers. "I…That’s n-not what I meant! Y-You don’t— You smell g-great…amazing!"
Chad flashed Herman a cocky smile over his shoulder, his teeth showing as he caught sight of the taller hero openly ogling his ass: "Oh yeah? Well, hurry up, and I might let you smell me before I clean myself up, perv."
"I-I…uhh…" All the blood seemed to have vanished from his head; his thoughts seemingly redirected to only Flambae and his voice.
As they entered the locker room, Flambae pulled him aside and slammed the younger man into the locker, trapping his head between his hands. Herm stared down at the former villain, water dripping off him. Chad’s heat radiated off him, making Waterboy even more nervous as he waited for the older hero to make the first move. Slowly, Flambae’s hand raked through his damp hair, the heat drying it as they continued to stare at each other. Finally, Chad leaned up, capturing Herm’s lips with his own. Wherever Flambae touched him felt as though it was burning, his skin tingling with every single brush of his fingers.
"You are so fucking cute, shivering like I’m gonna eat you up."
"Yes. P-Please…uh…Please do." Herman’s encouragement was rewarded with a low chuckle coming from Flambae. Those fiery eyes made Waterboy flush with excitement, his dick beginning to strain against his wetsuit, desperate to be included.
"Careful," Flambae warned him, his lips mere inches away from Herm’s own. If he leaned down or breathed just a bit too hard, they would kiss. It made him hold his breath, trying to listen to Chad’s words instead of getting repeatedly distracted by his handsome face. "I would rather make it home tonight, instead of fucking until morning when our coworkers will find us in here."
"Al—Alright…okay. Yes, no, I-I agr—mmph…"
Flambae’s hand covered his mouth before he could say another word, the hot palm pressing against his lips, keeping the moans from spilling out while Chad began to palm his hardening cock through his suit.
"I can’t believe you can hide such a monster inside the wetsuit. How does that even fit? Fuck, you could probably spitroast me with just your one elephant cock."
Finally, the hand in front of his face disappeared, and Chad let go of his clothed hard-on, instead grabbing hold of Herm’s ass and lifting him into the air. A shriek escaped him at the sudden change in height. It wasn’t that he was still unused to this little stunt Flambae liked to pull, but it still caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach every single time the former villain manhandled him.
Chad placed a kiss on Herm’s lips before pulling back and grabbing the zipper of Herm’s suit with his teeth. As he carried him into the shower, he slowly unzipped the wetsuit, taking his time and maintaining eye contact as they went.
"U-Uhh…I really…really…" The entire world seemed to spin as Herm’s eyes fell on Flambae’s pecs, the muscles pushed together, looking hotter and more inviting than anything the younger hero had ever seen before.
"Cat got your tongue?" Flambae still didn’t set him down, instead pushing him into the cold wall, causing Herm’s back to arch as he tried to get away from the sudden coldness.
"Je—Jesus!"
"Calling another man’s name in bed?" Chad dragged his stubble over Herm’s bare chest, ignoring the way it made Herm whimper. "We just cleared up the last misunderstanding, and here you are, making me jealous on purpose."
"May…Maybe I could…" Waterboy stopped as he remembered what the Flambae in his dream last night had told him. His face grew hot at the memory, trying to keep the water running down his face under control as he opened his mouth. "May—Maybe we could find another use for my mouth i-instead?"
"Fuck, you gotta stop saying shit like that." Flambae’s words contradicted his actions, as he immediately captured Herm’s mouth in another breathtaking kiss. "One of these days, you’re gonna bite off more than you can chew."
"With you? Never," Herm shot back, his voice sounding bolder than he felt. But the surprised smile on Chad’s face was reward enough for this one moment of confidence.
"Alright. Wanna test out that thing you wanted to try?" He carefully sat Waterboy down, ensuring he was standing on his own two legs before Chad began to undress, his cock already fully hard and leaking, red and angry, and looking even bigger than it had done in Herm’s dream. "Opening me up with that slobbering mouth of yours?"
"I…uhh," Herm had to wipe away the water spilling out of his mouth, his eyes glued to Flambae’s perfectly shaped ass. "Y-Yes, please!"
"Alright, get rid of that ugly suit, and I might let you." Flambae didn’t wait for an answer, turning on the shower as he watched Herm’s nervous fingers fiddling with his zipper, attempting to pull it down the rest of the way, failing miserably as the cursed thing seemed to get stuck every two inches or so.
By the time Waterboy finally managed to remove his suit, Flambae was halfway through washing up. Herm silently watched for a moment, enraptured by the way the water was running down Chad’s muscles, accentuating his form, every angle and curve on full display, just for him.
"Are you fucking ready to get to it, or do you want a formal invitation from my ass?"
Flambae slowly turned around, placing his hands on the shower wall before he slowly bent down, giving Herm a show as he got in position, his eyes staring at the younger hero, daring him to approach.
"I— Y-Yes, c-coming— I mean, rea—ready!"
Waterboy took in the sight before him. Regret washed over him as he realized just how much time they had wasted when he could have eaten Flambae out months ago. Just the way Chad had his legs spread, water running down his toned legs made Herm’s mouth water. He mindlessly wiped a stray drop of water away, dropping to his knees. His wet hands pulled Flambae’s cheeks apart, heart fluttering with excitement. Herm waited until Chad craned his neck to look at him with impatience before he leaned down and prodded the former villain’s tight hole with his tongue.
It felt hot, his tongue on the verge of being burned, and yet, Herm immediately tried to get deeper, further, faster. The small gasps and groans from Flambae only turned him on more. Those twitches of Chad’s well-toned muscles, the way he pushed back against Waterboy’s tongue.
"Fuuuck…hah…I should really listen to your pervy fantasies more often." Flambae chuckled as he dropped his forehead against the cold wall, his wet hair clinging to warm skin under the shower. Herm considered putting his goggles back on, since the water was obscuring his view of Flambae’s perfect figure. Instead, he pushed his tongue back in, using a finger to work Chad open.
"Shit, you are so fucking good—" Flambae broke off as he moaned again.
The sound reverberated down, causing Chad to tighten involuntarily. His muscles spasmed around Waterboy’s tongue, and he used a second finger to spread Flambae further. The water running down his mouth aided Herm in his mission, allowing him to slowly work the former villain open. He took his time, enjoying the way Flambae’s moans began to grow more and more desperate with every flick of his tongue, every twist of his finger, every thrust of his own hips.
Finally, Herm reached around and wrapped his hand around Flambae’s hard cock, letting the older hero choose the pace as he opted between fucking Waterboy’s fist and impaling himself on his tongue.
"Nngh…Fu—! Fuck me!" A breathless laugh bubbled out of Chad as he spoke, his frantic thrusts slowing as he turned around. Herm was forced to pull back, spit running down his chin, and water obstructing his view. He could feel Flambae’s abs flex as he bent down enough to lift Herm’s chin up to meet his burning eyes. "I’m close, and while I enjoy this, I am really looking forward to coming on your huge dick tonight or not at all."
"O-Okay!" Herm let Flambae pull him up, his own hard-on finally reminding him of just how aroused he himself was.
He thankfully hadn’t confessed to it while he was under the truth serum, but since the first time they had switched, he’d gotten off more than once to the memories of it. Occasionally, more than once, depending on how long it had been since they had last seen each other.
“You know, I am usually not the one to say this, but make it quick. I feel as if I will come any second now.” As if to spur Herm on, Chad wrapped his hot palm around his sensitive dick and jerked him off a couple times. His strokes were sure and bold, experience aiding him as he brought Waterboy to the edge incredibly quickly. “Fuck me. And fuck me hard!”
Herm didn’t need to be told twice, dick twitching at the order as he lined himself up with Flambae’s tight hole. Water dripped from his hands while he slowly pushed himself in, a moan being ripped from his throat as Chad thrusted down on him. His insides bordered on scalding, his hole even hotter than Flambae had been the last time. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been prepared as thoroughly, causing his hole to clench around Herm. Every time his tight hole contracted around him, Herm had to restrain himself from thrusting deeper into this wet heat.
“Hah…you’re so fucking big, goddamn,” Chad cursed through gritted teeth, his leaking cock an indication that Herm’s size wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Every sentence he spoke caused his hole to clench around the redhead’s dick, driving Waterboy insane. "With your size, my ass is going to be gaping for days."
“S-Sorry.” Waterboy tried to keep still, allowing Flambae to adjust, but the former villain had other plans. "It’s…mmh…It’s o-out of my con—control…"
“Don’t pretend you're fucking sorry. As if your perverted ass isn’t already thinking about what other freaky stuff we can do." The words caused Herm to blush, partially because it was an embarrassing thought. Mostly, it immediately made him remember his wet dream from the night before. "Maybe hurry up instead. I don’t wanna come before you, two-pump-chump!”
The insult met deaf ears as Herman obeyed, pulling back out until the head of his dick caught on Chad’s tight rim, before driving himself in further than he had been before. It caused Flambae to groan in pleasure, a sound that went straight to Herm’s dick as he repeated the motion. He could feel how Chad’s ass slowly began to adjust to his size, just enough to turn the grunts into
He tried to find a steady pace, only for Chad to urge him to go faster again and again. It culminated in Herm chasing his own orgasm, his hips frantically thrusting into Flambae’s tight, hot hole. The water helped slightly, allowing Herm to reach deeper every time their skin slapped against each other.
"Fu—Yes, just like…hah…just like thaahhhh—" Chad’s voice sounded more wrecked by the minute, the groans coming from him echoing through the empty SDN centre, mixing with Herm’s own moans. More than once, the redhead had to push the hair out of his face, captivated by the way Chad’s back arched with every thrust.
Herm wrapped a hand around Flambae’s weeping cock, clumsily stroking it in time with his thrusts, trying to angle his hips in just the way that made Chad groan. It required concentration. Enough to stave off his own orgasm just long enough to bring the older hero to the brink alongside him.
“Tell…hnngh— T-Tell me how good I am for you,” Waterboy begged, desperation gnawing at him, craving Flambae’s voice, his attention, and affection.
“Fuck, so good…hah…fucking perfect. Just for me!” Flambae’s fists clenched around Herm’s neck, pulling him close enough for Chad to sink his teeth into the redhead’s sensitive skin. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and a whimper came from Waterboy in response to the feeling.
Another thrust, one more jerk of his wrist, and Herm was no longer in control of his orgasm, the pleasure wrecking his mind as a high-pitched whine escaped his throat, the noise barely resembling Chad’s name. He could feel Flambae’s hole tighten at the noise, and hot cum stained his hands as the shorter hero emptied himself in his hand while Herm’s cum filled Chad instead.
His cock pulsed in unison with Flambae’s own, the older hero swallowing his moans as he captured Herm’s mouth in a breathtaking kiss, swallowing every sound spilling from his lips, and sucking on his tongue as they both rode out their orgasms. Before Herm had fully regained his mental capacity, Flambae dragged his cum-covered palm up. His skilled tongue wrapped around his digits, sucking, licking, all while he kept eye contact with the younger hero. It made Herm’s cock twitch again, a trickle of hot come running down his length and making Waterboy shudder.
"I can feel you all the way up in my fucking stomach," Flambae mumbled next to Herm’s ear, pretending as if his words didn’t have an immediate, visible effect on the redhead. "If you cum any more, I might end up looking as if I’m first-trimester pregnant."
"Plea—Please don’t say that right n-now," Herm begged, his dick beginning to harden again, Flambae’s hot walls clenching around him, almost as though they were encouraging it.
"Why? You gonna cream your pants again with just my voice?"
"Do—Don’t," Herm warned him, pulling out enough to watch his cum dripping out of Flambae, running down his legs as it mixed with the warm water of the shower. Before Herm could get another word out, Chad suddenly placed a hand over his mouth and pushed him into the wall again. It took Herm a second, but as he waited for Flambae to explain what he was doing, he heard the faint whistle over the sound of the running water.
"Mechabitch," Flambae shouted, and Herm had to wonder how Flambae knew that it was Robert in the locker room. "How are you dealing with the desk fucking? Already forgotten all about it?"
The foosteps immediately halted. Herm tried to wiggle around Flambae’s hand, but the former villain’s grasp was stronger than he had expected.
"Fuck me, why are you bringing that up again?" Robert’s voice sounded exasperated, and the redhead suddenly understood why Chad had pushed him behind his back.
"Because if you haven’t, I suggest you give us a couple minutes." Flambae turned to Herm, checking if he had smothered Herm to death yet. "See, I’m even doing that whole sensitivity shit Blazer taught us in that workplace anti-harassment crash course!"
"You can’t be serious. Is that the reason the bench in the gym was all wet?" Herm didn’t need to see Robert to know that the dispatcher was pinching the bridge of his nose. It made Waterboy feel slightly bad for ruining Robert’s shift for the second time. Though looking at Flambae’s smug face, he seemed to be the only one with that opinion. "Ughh…I guess I’ll work out tomorrow then. Still, I’m kind of glad…"
"Glad? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"That you two seem to be back on a talking basis, asshole!" Robert’s voice grew distant as he continued to speak. "I assume that you’ve got Waterboy in there with you. Tell him I said hi and teach him some proper gym etiquette. See you guys Monday. Hopefully with all your clothes on for once."