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Cuteness aggression.
It was called that because when most people looked at something they perceived as ‘cute’, they sometimes got that intense urge to squeeze or pinch said cutie, despite not wanting to actually harm it. Most people experienced it when looking at a puppy, or a kitten, or sometimes even gross cesspool babies.
Feeling that way about a 6-foot-6-tall man apparently wasn’t very high on the list.
Flambae could live with that. On a good day, he would even question whether he truly felt attracted to this absolute mess of a person. And then Waterboy went and slipped on a puddle or hit his head on a cupboard door. And once he looked at Flambae with these huge puppy-like eyes and that pathetically wet look of his…
Just thinking about it made him unreasonably angry. Every time Waterboy’s pathetic gaze landed on him, it made Flambae harder than he had any right to be in a suit that left very little to the imagination. There was no way someone as pathetic as this could actually be considered cute. Hitting his head on the dive bar counter must have knocked loose more than just a tooth. That was the only logical explanation.
“I— Um, Flam— F—Flambae, uh…mmh… excuse m— Sorry?”
It took a sharp inhale and quick prayer before Flambae managed to turn around and look at his colleague. Could they be called colleagues? They worked at the same firm, but heroes usually didn’t refer to their fellow heroes as colleagues, did they? Coworkers? Maybe. Friends? Not if he could help it.
“What, need your shorts dried after you drenched them?”
“What? I— No! That happened— That never hap— I have no idea what you’re talking ab— saying!”
He couldn’t force down a smug grin worming its way onto his face as Waterboy tried to save what little dignity he had earned in the past weeks. Sure, he might already be better liked than him, but if Flambae went around stuttering and making a fool of himself, he would also manage to get some people to empathize with him. Sadly, he was too handsome and far too charming to ever pull that off.
"Then why the fuck are you bothering me?"
"I just wanted to po— point… to tell you that you’re standing on the piece of gum Sonar threw aw— spat out earlier."
"What?" As he raised his foot, he could feel the adhesive piece of shit gum popping off the ground, now stuck to his heel, apparently. "Fucking piece of shit— Disgusting!"
"Yeah, I uh…I thought so as well…too." Waterboy looked down as if he were somehow personally responsible for Flambae having stepped onto the chewing gum.
God, he wanted to bend this guy over the break table until it was sopping wet with both his tears, sweat, and what other body fluids the damp towel had to offer.
"How about next time you tell me before I fucking step in it, asshat?"
"How about next time you don’t ignore him?" Robert alias Mechabitch entered the room at the most inopportune time, plopping down in the cheap plastic chair as if he wasn’t intruding on this conversation.
"How about next time you mind your own fucking business?"
"The moment you start screaming in the break room, it becomes my problem, asshole. Besides, given your guys’ track record, I would prefer it if you stayed on good terms." Robert pointed at both of them with the vigor of a man who was already well past working an eight-hour shift.
"Track record?" He couldn’t help but shoot Waterboy an annoyed look as they both parroted Robert. The little shit had the audacity to actually look apologetic. Like a wet puppy that had chewed on its owner's shoes.
"You do quite well together…mostly. Unless you slip again. You and water puddles really don’t mix well, Flambae."
"I am going to burn this entire place down, starting with your unkempt eyebrows."
Robert looked at Flambae, then poignantly at his mouth, and finally at the beverage sitting on the table.
"I’ve got a glass of water, so I think I’ll be fine."
Any further insults died on his tongue as Flambae realized that he was still standing in the break room with a piece of gum stuck to his foot. He shoulder checked Waterboy on his way out, trying to ignore the way the little piece of shit stuttered his way through an apology before he seemed to realize that he had nothing to apologize for.
The restroom door slammed shut, giving Flambae the opportunity to reorganize his thoughts.
This was ridiculous. He needed to get a grip on himself. He had his looks, his charms, his game. Practically everything this living aquarium-pump did not. So why in the fuck did he find himself unable to concentrate whenever he stood next to the infuriatingly taller guy?
Waterboy just kept intruding into his thoughts, exactly like the piece of gum still stuck to his foot.
"Shit," Flambae cursed, dragging his foot up as if that would do him any good.
He would be caught dead before he ever even touched that thing. Burning it would only make it melt, and his paycheck had been cut just the other day for setting off the fire alarms. Unexpectantly, a jar of peanut butter entered his field of view.
"Jesus fuck!" Flambae jumped back, heart rate spiking as he realized who had managed to sneak up on him. "Why are you here?"
"Here is peanut— peanut butter. For the…gum?"
Flambae scoffed, trying to look anywhere but the other man’s face: "I think my gum is already full, thanks."
Waterboy seemed to pull back before handing Flambae the jar for a second time.
"It will help get it— cleaning… to remove it. The gum."
With every word, the jar had slipped further from his hand, until the water flow had grown strong enough to make the thing slip out of the taller man’s grasp. Flambae caught it with one hand, looking back up at the nervous wreck that somehow managed to call himself a hero.
"Thanks." Flambae dropped the jar carelessly in the sink.
The older man watched as Waterboy continued to sweat buckets of water like a particularly fat sinner in a Mexican church. He wondered whether Waterboy had any modicum of control over those powers. Did he grow wet everywhere? Even…His eyes had steadily moved downwards, finally focusing on the one area he really shouldn’t be looking at if he wanted to get through his remaining shift without an uncomfortable boner.
"Uh…Fla—Flambae?"
"I hate you," he suddenly blurted out, looking up at blue eyes that widened at those words. He was so awkwardly adorable, in the same way a cat accidentally tripping was. It made you coo and aww, and because this wasn’t a pet but a grown man, it also made Flambae want to bend Waterboy over the sink. "Working with you makes things so much more difficult than they need to be."
"Oh…Um, Sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t aware…know that. I didn’t know that…sorry."
And now Flambae had unintentionally hurt his fucking feelings. Which he usually didn’t care about, but in the case of this wet man; this sweating, dripping, water-puking man, he did. For some ridiculous reason he couldn’t pinpoint beyond Waterboy just making him really, really horny with his general patheticness.
God, something must be really wrong with him. Because how could he look at this gigantic beanpole with consistently wet hair and wonder if he would be loud in bed?
"That is not what I meant—"
"No, nononono, you don’t have to apolo— apologi— say sorry. I get it. I wouldn’t want to be paired up with me eith— either."
Flambae snapped, grabbing the taller guy by his drenched wetsuit and pulling him down to his level. "Every. Single. Time I see you, I get hard."
"I— I…Sorry, what?"
If Waterboy’s eyes were open before, they were threatening to pop out of his skull any minute now. His footsteps echoed across the empty room as Flambae took a step back and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He was pent up. That had always given him issues with thinking straight. But his brain still functioned well enough to realize this was a blatant HR violation on multiple levels.
"Let’s just pretend I never said that, and if you want to stop working with me, I won’t bitch about it, alright?"
Flambae was about to turn around when a surprisingly dry hand wrapped around his wrist and held him in place.
"NO! I mean… I don’t want to pre—…What if I don’t want to pret— preten— act like you never said that?"
Waterboy’s voice had grown quieter by the end. It was a whisper, not a nervous one, though his fidgeting might have fooled someone else.
"You serious?" Flambae took a step closer, and instinctively, Waterboy took a step back until his back hit the wall. By now, his hair had grown wet again, and Flambae could see the water pouring down his neck as the redhead struggled to maintain eye contact.
"I uhh…I’m…not— not not serious?"
"Was that a stutter or a triple negative," Flambae teased, taking his time letting his gaze wander over every inch of the other man’s body.
When he had started, Waterboy had had less density than a wet towel. But after officially becoming a hero, he had subtly become more muscular in the way a professional swimmer was. It was incredibly hot, especially since the taller man still looked feeble enough to be easily manhandled.
"I…uh…Yes…No…I don’t— Whatever means I consss— I consen— I want it too."
Flambae raised an eyebrow, making the other man flush all over again. It was adorable, and oh so fucking hot to see this oblivious guy fumble over the knowledge that someone was into him. He wondered whether that unnaturally red blush spread further than just his face.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," Flambae threatened before finally leaning in for a kiss.
It was odd having to crane his neck while kissing. Not a lot of men managed to be taller than him, and even fewer of them had interested him. But this guy, for some incomprehensible reason, just got him going.
Even the way he clumsily tried to kiss back was hot to Flambae. But with the way Waterboy puckered his lips, they were getting nowhere. Flambae grabbed the taller man’s jaw, putting pressure on it until the redhead finally got the message and opened his mouth.
"Copy me," Flambae managed to spit out before he dove back in.
The kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing far too often as Waterboy enthusiastically attempted to learn from Flambae. When he was sure the redhead wouldn’t close his mouth again, Flambae let his hand drop lower, groping everything the other man had to offer. He started off with his chest, pleasantly surprised when the younger man moaned into his mouth as soon as his nails dragged over his nipple. Why on earth the guy chose a skintight suit when he was clearly so sensitive was beyond him. But he was thankful for the opportunity all the same.
Flambae wondered how much louder he could make him get. His other hand snuck around, grabbing a handful of the redhead’s ass as he pressed Waterboy against himself. With a pleased hum, Flambae noticed that the younger man was just as affected by the entire situation as he was. Perhaps even more so. Just for good measure, he cupped his hand around Waterboy’s dick, causing the other man to break their kiss.
"Hah…F-Flam— Flambae…"
Just hearing his name rolling off his tongue made him harder than he had been in ages. There was something so thrilling in knowing this goody two-shoes was moaning a former villain’s name.
Since Waterboy’s head had rolled back, Flambae chose to occupy himself with leaving as many marks as he could on the man’s flawless skin. A high-pitched whine escaped the taller man’s throat, reverberating as Flambae left a bitemark on his collarbone. With a practiced ease, Flambae placed his hand over the other man’s mouth. Waterboy’s eyes were filled with confusion as he looked down at him, water dripping everywhere.
"This is still a public bathroom. Don’t want anyone to walk in on us, do you now?"
Waterboy frantically shook his head. It made Flambae almost feel bad about omitting the fact that he had locked the door as soon as they had started kissing. But it didn’t take a genius to notice how, despite the redhead's denial, his gaze was even more unfocused than before.
The little shit was getting turned on by the fact that they might be caught.
The zipper being pushed down was the only noise in the suddenly deadly quiet restroom as Flambae started to undress Waterboy, taking his sweet time while he pushed the wetsuit down, over the freckled shoulders, and the thin waist, until there were only a few inches separating him from his prize.
"Ever had someone suck you off before?"
Flambae’s knees hit the cold tiles as he looked up at Waterboy, who was by now shaking with what he could only assume was excitement and an unhealthy amount of anxiety.
"N-No?"
There was a slap as Flambae pulled the suit down. Aside from his lean body, the suit had apparently concealed another weapon. He wiped the precum off his cheek, gripping Waterboy’s hard-on before he could get hit a second time by this monster. Unsurprisingly, the guy’s cock was already dripping. Flambae nuzzled against the younger man’s thigh, looking up into hooded eyes brimming with lust. He wanted to make him cry. Just the thought made him leak, and he shifted to alleviate some of that pressure.
"Then sit back and let me blow your world. Literally."
"W-Wait, wha—" The words got caught in his throat as Flambae immediately deepthroated him. "Hah— You cannngh—"
The older man pulled back, giving Waterboy a chiding look. It was actually just to cover up the fact that the length made even him struggle, and he had sucked his fair share of dicks over the years. As much as he wanted to make the cute guy come within seconds, he really needed to take his time to save his own throat.
"The only thing I want to hear from you is just how fucking great I am at this, got it?"
"Wha—"
"Got it?"
"Yes, S-Sir." Waterboy audibly gulped, still looking at him with those huge puppy-dog eyes. The Sir wasn’t necessary, but God, if it didn’t turn Flambae on all the same. He was going to ruin him, make him scream until the SDN received formal noise complaints.
Dragging his tongue from the base all the way to the top, Flambae kept his eyes firmly locked on the younger man’s face. He would be damned if he missed even a single one of this guy’s expressions. The way Waterboy’s eyebrows scrunched together in an effort to keep quiet, how the water was literally dropping off him like sweat, as if he became undone the moment Flambae touched him. The flush had spread all the way down his chest, an angry red, almost the same color as his cock.
Flambae sucked on his tip, swirling his tongue around the crown, which caused Waterboy’s head to snap back. One of his hands flew up just in time to stifle a loud moan from escaping. A smile spread across his face as Flambae began to slowly sink down on Waterboy’s dick again. This was going far better than he could ever have imagined.
"Hah, F-Flamb—bae…" He could get used to the way his name rolled off Waterboy’s tongue.
This guy was perfectly suited for edging. Flambae jerking him off while teasing the taller man relentlessly. Watching him beg for release, licking the waterdrops of his chest while he kept Waterboy from coming for hours, until he felt like the younger guy deserved it. By the end, Waterboy wouldn’t be able to tell what was water and what was his own cum. Flambae shoved a hand down his suit, grabbing his own dick as he continued to bop his head, taking more and more with every motion.
Just for fun, he decided to take Waterboy’s other hand and push it into his hair. The taller guy hesitantly took hold of it, tightening his grip as Flambae swallowed the last two inches without any warning.
"Ju—nngh…" At this point, Waterboy’s stutter was indistinguishable from the times he broke off just to moan and gasp as Flambae continued to bop up and down.
Unsurprisingly, Waterboy’s taste was faint, watery like the rest of him. It wasn’t a disappointment, since the guy made up for it with the added slickness of his cock. The grip on Flambae’s hair tightened, signaling that Waterboy was likely getting close.
For good measure, Flambae decided to pull back until only the tip remained in his mouth. He waited until Waterboy opened his eyes. The confusion in his face was apparent, and Flambae smirked before deepthroating him a final time, keeping his gaze on the younger man as Waterboy almost keeled over, fingers tigthening in his hair as the redhead wavered between pulling him closer and pushing him off.
"I— I-I’m gonna—" Flambae didn’t give him the chance to finish, forcing even more of Waterboy’s length into his mouth until his nose was touching the younger man’s stomach.
And then the floodgates opened. Literally.
After the first few pumps, breathing steadily became more difficult as Waterboy, true to his name, emptied his load down Flambae’s burning throat. Apparently, instinct had overruled reason as the younger man firmly kept Flambae’s head in place, continuing to shallowly fuck his throat while Waterboy’s entire body continued to shake with ecstasy.
Dazed, Waterboy finally relaxed his grip enough to let Flambae break free. A large water puddle had formed on the bathroom floor, quietly running down the drain as the redhead tried to catch his breath.
“Thanks for the meal,” Flambae grinned as he stood up, trying his damnest to ignore the ache in his knees from the far too long kneeling.
His hard-on still ached, but he didn’t expect any reciprocation after having so thoroughly blown Waterboy’s mind (and dick). Besides, that meant the taller man now owed him a favor, and he always enjoyed having someone at his beck and call. The thought left Flambae smug enough to be completely caught off-guard when Waterboy suddenly pushed him into one of the cubicles.
The toilet seat wasn’t soft enough to cushion his fall. Flambae immediately opened his mouth, ready to complain, before he took in the sight before him.
Waterboy, with his drenched hair and those lips that were slightly swollen from their make-out session earlier. His face pressed against Flambae’s still-clothed cock. With rosy cheeks and water dripping down his face like he had just run two marathons. Waterboy was imitating what Flambae had done earlier, though admittedly much more clumsily. Which made it so much hotter.
After this shift, he desperately needed to book an appointment with a neurologist. That kind of attraction couldn’t possibly be normal.
But for now, Flambae enjoyed the sight. He raised an eyebrow expectantly, watching as Waterboy began to get more and more nervous about what he was supposed to do next. But all good things needed to end, and even if the sight was truly erotic, his poor dick was screaming for some sort of stimulation and release.
“Need some pointers?”
“N-No…I…I can do it!”
Uncertainty still underlined the audible eagerness in his voice. And while inexperience was hot in its own way, Flambae was also protective of his own equipment.
“Just… mind the teeth.”
Waterboy nodded, scrunching his eyebrows in concentration as he pulled Flambae’s desperately hard dick out of his suit. He studied it for a moment, and a more insecure might have grown self-conscious. Not Flambae, though. He knew he had a great cock. He’d been complimented enough times to the point his dick was practically peer-reviewed.
Waterboy hesitantly nibbled at the tip, and that, paired with the fucking view, brought the older man to the brink embarrassingly fast. Before he could blow his load, Waterboy thankfully pulled back, looking up at Flambae expectantly.
“Hah… Yeah, just like that.”
Flambae hoped Waterboy wouldn’t need praise for every single stroke, because in that case they would still be in the bathroom tomorrow. Thankfully, that little compliment had emboldened Waterboy enough to carry on, more self-assured this time. That confidence apparently included ambitions to experiment with things Flambae hadn’t shown him just now.
“Fuck,” he grabbed the walls of the stall as Waterboy cradled his balls while placing a chaste kiss atop his tip.
Despite the previous warning, the taller guy’s teeth grazed his sensitive dick as Waterboy began to take more and more of Flambae’s cock into his mouth, eyes watering as he did so. He was visibly struggling. And damn, if that didn’t make the entire thing even hotter. Despite knowing about his powers, Flambae still wasn’t prepared for the way Waterboy’s mouth felt around his dick.
It was wetter. Obscenely so. Warm, and inviting, and oh so fuckable. It took every fibre of his being to restrain himself, to give the younger man control when all Flambae wanted to do was grab the wet, red hair and fuck his mouth until Waterboy's tears mixed with the water pouring down his body.
“Shit, fuck, you’re doing so great.” Praises bubbled out of the older man in an effort to pace himself. He needed to remind himself whose mouth was caressing his dick, whose eyes were staring up at him, filled with lust and just the tiniest hint of pride. “That’s right, so good. Think you can take it deeper?”
Waterboy hummed around him, giving no indication of stopping, which was all the consent Flambae needed before he began feeding him his cock, inch by inch, waiting every time he could feel the other man struggle to adjust. It was a slow, torturous pace, and every second felt like heaven to him. Depravity in every sense of the word, as he fed this innocent, fumbling mess of a man his cock, making him choke on it the way Waterboy always choked on his words.
Perhaps that’s how they would cure his speech impediment. Just push him to his knees and let him blow Flambae every time Waterboy struggled with a word.
God, he would never look at the taller man’s stutter the same way again.
"Close your eyes," Flambae commanded when he realized all those thoughts had brought him dangerously close to the edge. Waterboy immediately obeyed, his eyelashes fluttering softly as the water drops got caught in them. "Good boy."
There was a wet pop as Flambae took hold of his cock and removed it from Waterboy’s inviting mouth. It caused Waterboy to frown, though his eyes remained closed like the obedient little puppy he was. In every other case, this would have been reason enough to continue fucking his mouth, but the shorter man had a different plan.
His dry hand against his leaking cock provided just the right amount of friction as he started to jerk himself off, marveling at the sight before him. Waterboy, kneeling on the ground with his wet hair sticking to his forehead, shivering slightly with every sound coming from Flambae fucking his own fist. His suit was still pushed down, pooling around his ankles with those perky nipples on full display. Flambae’s eyes fell on the half-chub Waterboy was sporting, already up for a second round when Flambae hadn’t even finished once.
This man was going to be the death of him. So obedient, innocent, and pure; all gone as he became a depraved mess at Flambae’s hand. Just the thought of that made him speed up.
"Better keep them closed," Flambae managed to grunt out, holding onto his last working synapses with an iron grip.
For good measure, he pressed his foot against Waterboy’s hard-on and the other man bucked into it, whining as if Flambae was the cruel one in this fucked-up situation. Those high-pitched whines and the desperate rutting against him finally managed to be too much for Flambae. His orgasm hit him like a freight train; otherwise, he would have aimed better.
It took a few moments to catch his breath, looking down at the absolute masterpiece he had created. White streaks got caught in Waterboy’s lashes, his eyes still tightly shut like the good, obedient puppy he was. Flambae leaned down, licking a drop off his cheeks just to get his reaction. It was immediate, a startled Waterboy pulling back like he’d been struck by lightning. Flambae whiped his thumb over the taller man’s lips, collecting more of his release, and slowly dragged his finger over his tongue, twitching as he saw just how enraptured Waterboy seemed.
"Not bad for your first time. Although there is always room for improvement," Flambae chuckled, tucking himself away as he gave Waterboy enough space to stand up again.
His eyes lingered on an angry red mark, which was going to be hard to cover up for the next few days. It filled him with a strange sense of pride, a feeling Flambae quickly pushed away before it had time to fester.
"Uhh…so, I—" Whatever Waterboy had wanted to say was drowned out by loud banging coming from the locked restroom door.
"For fuck’s sake," Flambae muttered, pushing the taller guy aside to leave the bathroom stall. "Stay. And be quiet."
He slammed the door to the bathroom stall shut, catching a glimpse of Waterboy’s nervous breakdown in the process before he turned around to unlock the other door.
"Seriously?" The gratingly monotone voice was enough to nip any further horniness in the bud.
Flambae shot Robert an annoyed look. The dispatcher hadn’t yet stepped through the door, cautiously peeping in through a small gap as though he was prepared to see a full orgy on display.
"Didn’t know you needed to follow me into the bathroom, Mechabitch." There really wasn’t much he could do to throw Robert off his scent. Literally, by the way the semi-depressed twunk scrunched up his nose.
"Didn’t know thirty-minute bathroom breaks were included in your contract," Robert retorted, slowly stepping into the bathroom once he was convinced Flambae was dressed enough for the hero’s own comfort.
"They are. Alongside free parking and the ability to talk shit about you behind your back."
"When did my back ever stop you from talking shit?" Robert stood in front of the mirror, while Flambae tried to casually lean against the stall door, obscuring Waterboy’s suit that was still lying on the bathroom floor. The dispatcher looked at Flambae through the mirror, raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "You and your hookup better find a more private place for this. I don’t need to get complaints about locked restrooms and Sonar shitting in the parking lot again."
Flambae snorted, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to keep Robert from hearing the rustling of a Wetsuit behind him. "Sure. An occupied restroom was the reason for that."
Robert seemed to think of adding something else, but before he could, there was a loud crash coming from outside. Colorful curses were uttered as Robert stormed out. Flambae waited a couple seconds longer before he opened the stall door again, leaning against it as he admired his work. Damp hair, flushed cheeks, and bruised lips, all adding up into the absolute puddle Waterboy had melted into as he stared up at Flambae with those huge eyes.
"Well then, you heard the man. Next time, corner me in the parking lot."
Waterboy’s eyes widened before the taller man jumped up and grabbed Flambae’s hands with his own damp ones: "There’s going to be a next time?"
"I…uh…" Post-nut clarity set in slightly delayed. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. His hookups usually involved alcohol-induced horniess and regret the following morning. Sometimes both, never neither. So this was a new one, even for him. But those goddamn watery eyes. "S—Sure…"
Yeah, he could fuck him a couple more times. He was going to grow tired of him soon anyway. After all, there was no way in hell this was more than a temporary attraction. He watched as Waterboy ran headfirst into the door before slipping in his own puddle. A smile spread across his face before he could help it as he watched the clumsy guy get back on his feet.
God, he prayed this was temporary.