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It wasn’t exactly ideal for Peter to be huddled up with Johnny Storm in a bed right now, but nobody understood that it was the only option he had.
As a guy who was usually seen swinging around with the Fantastic Four, they were always used to things being four and nothing more.
Four plates at dinner, four blankets for four people, four toothbrushes. Peter usually had to provide everything for himself unless Susan, Johnny’s sweet older sister, swooned and cooed; ”Oh, Peter! We forgot to get you what the rest of us had! I’m so sorry, we’re all just used to four. I’ll get you it right away.”
So, today it really wasn’t a surprise when Reed had asked Peter if they wanted to tag along on their next mission.
Peter didn’t exactly have much to do. If he did have something to do, it had to do with college work. So of course, out of the goodness of his heart, he decided to say yes and tag along with them.
All day they had been fighting all sorts of monstrosities, and Peter didn’t usually get too annoyed, but man, was Johnny annoying today.
He was acting extra cocky, and his jokes just weren’t funny. So you can imagine how pissed Peter was when he learned he would be bunking with Johnny for the night.
“Why Johnny?” Peter mumbled beside Reed, his arms crossed. The five of them were back at Fantastic Four headquarters and everything really was four. Including the beds and bedrooms.
“Because,” Reed started sternly “I have a wife and I’m sleeping with her. Ben is huge and not to mention he’s a rock and needs his space. Johnny’s the tiniest. It also gets cold at night and he’s a human heater. I’m sorry Peter, but you have to.” He said it in a way that left zero room for discussion, and Peter was far too tired to argue with him over it.
So Peter took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and reluctantly climbed into bed with Johnny.
That’s how he was here now.
Johnny was beside him, his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Peter couldn’t sleep at all, and he also couldn’t find a comfortable position to be in for more than five minutes,
His arm was awkwardly outstretched right above Johnny’s head, not exactly wanting to wrap it around him or touch him, so it stayed there because he didn’t know what to do with it.
He stared at the ceiling. It was dark, it was blank, it was boring. ”Just like me.” he thought silently, sighing softly in the silence of Johnny’s messy room.
Johnny then rolled over, pushing his leg over Peters hip, and wrapping his arms around his waist. Johnny was definitely a big cuddler, and Peter didn’t know if he was too fond of that. Despite not exactly wanting to touch Johnny, he didn’t move.
Johnny’s warm breath ghosted over Peters neck, but Peter didn’t do anything to stop him. He just sat there, waiting for sleep to put him out of his misery temporarily.
Then, a small warmth seeped into his shirt, from Johnny’s palm, and Peter looked down to see Johnny’s wide, blue eyes staring right up at him.
For a minute neither of them said a word. Johnny’s palm rested on the back of Peter’s waist, his leg slung over him, his lips and nose buried in Peter’s neck, and Peter didn’t feel the need to care.
“What?” Peter finally whispered after a while, starting down at Johnny. Johnny didn’t move, if anything he snuggled closer. He pulled Peter against him, Peter’s hand being forced around Johnny’s back. Peter was finally comfortable but it came with the expense of cuddling Johnny.
“You cold?” Johnny mumbled into Peter’s neck, his lips grazing his skin. Peter’s mind short circuited for a minute. The feeling of his warm lips on his neck was something he couldn’t describe, and he wouldn’t because Johnny was just talking and it wasn’t intentional in any way.
“Kinda,” Peter whispered back, and before Peter could ask why, that small warmth came back again, right from Johnny’s palm.
Johnny must’ve been controlling his powers in a way to make a feeling of heat come out of him, but not full flames. Johnny didn’t talk. Neither did Pete. And they both stayed like that for a minute.
“Johnny?” Peter says softly.
“Yeah?” Johnny responds, his lips grazing against his skin again.
“You’re really warm.” Peter mumbles, finally comfortable enough to fully wrap his arm around him.
“I know. I’m made of fire.” Johnny jokes softly, nuzzling deeper into the crook of Peters neck. “Maybe I’ll use it more often,” Johnny mumbles, and Peter subconsciously moves his neck back, as if giving Johnny more access to something.
“Please do..” Peter mumbles, softly gripping Johnny’s shirt.
“Maybe I will.” Johnny said softly, sultry even, his breath coming out warm and quick against Peters soft skin. Johnny’s hand slowly came up to run his fingers across Peter’s throat, before tilting his head back a bit more, and pressing a soft kiss on the side of his neck.
Peter stared down at Johnny and Johnny stared at him. Peter didn’t stop him. Johnny slowly kissed his neck, again and again, holding Peter’s waist while Peter gripped Johnny’s shirt.
“You’re killing me, Johnny.” Peter whispered as Johnny kept kissing his neck, his kisses getting messier. “Good..” he said, before biting down into Peter’s soft skin, and gently sucking.
”Johnny..” Peter whimpered, his grip on Johnny’s shirt tightening. Peter was unbelievably turned on, and he couldn’t believe that this was happening. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch was currently buried in his neck, sucking and licking his skin like a starved mad who just discovered food was an option.
“You taste so good..” Johnny says against Peters skin, his tongue delving out to lick over the dark red mark. “You taste salty, but also kinda sweet.. it’s good.” He murmurs, marking another hickey into his neck.
Peter’s heart was hammering so hard in his chest, he was sure Johnny could feel it. Johnny looked at Peter, finally stopping his attacks on his neck. “I can’t just leave you like this can I?” Johnny mumbled, his lips plump and glistening with spit under the dim light of the moon.
“Like what?” Peter mumbled, his mind foggy.
“All hot and bothered..” Johnny’s hand slowly slid over Peters crotch, before settling on his hip bone. Johnny slowly rubbed his thumb into his hip, looking at Peter. “I can’t leave you like that. I’m not usually known to leave work unfinished..” he said, his voice cracking in a pathetic way that screamed ”please let me fuck you. You won’t regret it.”
Peter just lied there. “Then don’t leave me this way. Show me how you finish your work.” He says, and finally Johnny kisses him.
It was slow at first, just small kisses that turned less innocent as Peter kissed back. Peter softly moaned into Johnnys lips, his mouth fitting perfectly against Johnny’s. Johnny bit down on Peter’s lip, a small moan of surprise erupting from his throat. Johnny took that time to push his tongue between Peters lips.
They lied there, hazily kissing each other. The kisses slowly turned sloppy and messy, drool leaking down their chins, Johnny’s hand crept into Peters hair, pulling as Johnny pulled Peters tongue into his mouth, sucking.
Peter groans deeply, pushing his leg in between Johnny’s as he kisses back harder.
“Johnny… fuck… Johnny, please..” he gasps softly in between kisses, and Johnny grabs Peter, pushing him down onto the bed before straddling the boys hips, continuing to kiss him silly.
When they finally broke apart, a small string of saliva connected their lips.
Johnny stared down at Peter, before his hand slowly reached down to swipe away some of the spit on his chin. “You get messy sometimes, huh?” Johnny remarks, and Peter just lets out an annoyed huff.
Johnny slowly ignites a flame on his finger tip, the small flame providing enough light for him to see the wrecked look on Peters face.
Johnny slowly took the flame, bringing it closer to his shirt, before literally burning the shirt off of his body, the cheap cotton turning into ash under his touch.
Peter watched, entranced.
“First time I’ve done that trick.” Johnny mumbled, dumping the ashes onto the floor beside his bed. He was now shirtless. Peter slowly ran his hand up and down Johnny’s torso, looking back up at his face. “You’re crazy..” he remarked, before slowly bucking his hips up into Johnny.
Johnny let out a soft moan, grabbing Peters hips, and slowly returned the movement back.
Their clothed cocks slowly slid against each other, the friction creating a sense of pleasure and pain between both of them that seemed to ground them just enough.
Peter let out soft whimpers, and wet moans escaped from Johnny’s lips as he bent down to kiss Peter again, softer, sweeter, as he continued to hump against Peters cock.
Their breath mingled, their movements getting quicker, more desperate, they were close to the edge but both of them knew they didn’t want it to end yet, so they stopped their movements, staring hazily at each other.
“I want you in my mouth..” Peter mumbled softly, truthfully. And Johnny smirked, agreeing.
Right there, Peter got on his knees, waiting for Johnny to pull his pants down.
Johnny hooked his fingers into his waistband, slowly pulling his pants down, letting his hard cock free. He was pretty average, a bit of hair settling at the base of his cock.
Peter gripped Johnny’s thighs, slowly wrapping his lips around the tip of Johnny, to which Johnny let out a small hiss at. Peter went deeper, fully fitting Johnny into his mouth until he was at the base of his cock. He slowly retracted, before going down again and repeating the process.
Johnny’s throat was vibrating with moans, small whimpers falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowing. Peter started bobbing his head down on his cock faster, and Johnny slowly thrusted into his mouth while Peter hollowed his cheeks.
Johnny whimpered, the hair at the base of his cock igniting into flames due to his power and the pleasure. It shocked Peter for a moment, before making the moment all the more sexier. Peter moaned around his cock, sending vibrations that made the flame erupt even higher. Johnny pulled back, his cock falling out of Peters mouth. Johnny hadn’t cum, and he started to calm himself down so the flame would go out.
He looked at Peter, his chest slightly heaving.
Peter sat back down on the bed, and Johnny came back over, his fingers hooking into Peter’s pants slowly pulling them down. Peter spread his legs, whimpering softly as Johnny leaned down between them, his tongue delving out against his inner thigh.
Johnny slowly licked down on him, a shuttering breath coming from Peters lips. Johnny’s tongue fully came out, licking him frantically, pushing into his hole getting in deeper.
Peter honestly couldn’t believe the Human Torch was eating him out right now, but here he was. Johnny’s tongue pushed in and out, working to slowly loosen Peter’s tight hole.
Peter whimpered moaning. “Johnny.. your tongue.. it’s so good..” He said, his head flying back in pleasure as he gripped the sheets.
Soon Johnny retracted, replacing his tongue with his fingers, slowly prepping Peter for his cock. Peter moaned, loving the feeling of Johnny’s fingers stretching him open, and knowing exactly where it was leading too.
“Hmph..” Peter moaned softly, Johnny inserting another finger, deliberately avoiding Peter’s prostate. He wanted it to feel amazing when he fucked him, so he wanted him to wait for now. Peter softly whined but he didn’t protest.
Soon, Johnny pulled his fingers out, aligning his cock with Peter’s hole, but not before spitting into his hand and coating Peter’s hole with his makeshift lube. Peter groaned at the feeling of the warm saliva in such an intimate area, before whimpering at the feeling of Johnny slowly pushing into him.
Johnny fully fit inside him, he waited giving time for Peter to adjust to his size, before starting a slow thrust.
Peter’s body shook with every snap of Johnny’s hip.
Johnny gripped Peter’s waist, starting to speed up. Peter moaned into the blankets, his hair unruly. Johnnys hips snapped back into Peter, finally hitting his prostate, and Peter shook and babbled incoherently, whimpering from the feeling.
Johnny relentlessly abused his prostate, his cock slamming into it again and again until both of them were a moaning, whimpering mess. Johnny gripped Peter tight enough to bruise him as his hips snapped forward one last time.
They both came, they came hard. Johnny moaned, emptying himself inside Peter, and Peter kept saying his name, over and over again. Johnny pulled out of Peter, watching as his own cum oozed out of his used hole.
He lied down beside him, pulling him closer and cuddling him through the night.
The next morning they got up, cleaning each other up and getting dressed. Neither of them discussed the events of last night, but both of them knew there was more than just lust between them.
They made sure to cover up Peter enough so that his hickeys weren’t showing, and they got Johnny a new shirt. At about 8:36 they finally headed down for breakfast.
Sue smiled at them as they walked down, two plates of stacked pancakes waiting for them. They sat down, and started eating.
Eventually, Reed looked up from his newspaper, adjusting his glasses. “Johnny,” he mumbled, Johnny looked up from his pancakes, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?” He murmured.
“I don’t usually like to hear your name yelled at night.” Johnny stared at him, and Peter chocked on his orange juice.
“Just be safe,” Sue remarked from the kitchen, and Ben eyed Peter because all three of them knew.
It was pretty embarrassing.