X: Why message me?
A: You’re the only studly medic I know saving superheroes.
X: So you know other studly medics?Ha. Alejandro would give me a high-five for that one. How that man turned on the charm with such ease was beyond me. He could have a new man in bed every night, and here I was attempting to pull my foot out of my mouth.
A: Only one who owes me a favor.
My heart sank. The playful banter had taken a wicked turn and landed squarely on a tit-for-tat situation. I plopped down on the couch, staring at the text. He wasn’t wrong. Saving my life put me in his debt. I had hoped to repay him by burying my face between the cheeks of his ass. This was less fun.
A: I figure you at least owe me a coffee. We can negotiate the rest of the date.
X: Date?
A: I don’t save every damsel in distress I come across.
“Okay, just for that, I’m not using lube.” EvenIcouldn’t fight the grin spreading across my face. I tried to push my lips down, refusing to start my day off in a good mood. Despite my best attempts, the smile stuck, and I went back to imagining the thick reporter bent over my couch.
X: Iaman adorable damsel.
A: That you are. Let me know if you notice anything?
X: Only because you called me pretty.
A: ;)
For a moment, the craziness at the bank ceased to exist. I didn’t care about the lack of heroes or the shirt turned Swiss cheese. Right now, the only thing that mattered was a flirtatious man who deserved a proper thank you. After a proper thanks, I wanted to give him a very improper thanks.
I reached into my underwear, recalling the bulge of muscle on the man’s arm as he reached down to save me. The dusting of hair creeping toward his wrist would be an amazing sight reaching into my briefs. After being on the receiving end of his grip, I could only imagine how firm it’d be as his fingers circled the shaft of my cock.
Pulling the skin back, the head pressed firmly against the stitching, refusing to relent until I took care of business. I closed my eyes, leaning back, settling in for a morning of taunting and teasing my cock. I didn’t have anyplace to be until work, and I’d be a lot more agreeable if I came.
I reached deeper, giving my balls a firm tug. The thought of them slapping against Aiden’s ass was more than enough to make it jerk upright. Dragging my finger over the slit, the precum had flowed, an unusual occurrence unless a guy spent quality time servicing my package.
The moment I imagined him on all fours, his jeans hiked down past his ass, the only thing between me and my goal, a pair of white undies. Sliding them down, I could almost imagine the heat of his ass as I pressed myself against him, teasing the man.
“Fuck,” I moaned. The image of his ass opening for my cock, hands holding his hips, guiding him back?—
My toes curled and I let out a low growl. The sensation spread across my lap, working down my sack, across my taint, feeling like an electric current running down my legs. I came hard enough that the tiny drop of precum on my underwear turned into a wet patch. Pinching the base, I milked my cock, shaking out the last of the cum.
Panting, I slid my hand from the waistband, wiping the evidence of Aiden’s hotness on my briefs. I’d have told anybody that it took forever for me to finish, but perhaps all I needed was the proper motivation. Motivation in the form of a chubby reporter with an annoyingly charming personality.
Apparently, I had some free time for breakfast.
“I’m just going to come out and say it.” I pointed at Griff first, then at Alejandro, and finally at Bernard. “No, you know what, you’re part of this too.” My finger extended toward Chad as he poured another cup of coffee for Bernard. “You’re all acting like somebody pissed in your Cheerios.”
The entire coffee shop was quietly whispering. Everybody ignored their steaming beverages as they traded theories about what might have happened. A nearby couple had their phones out as they doom scrolled through the newsfeeds, reporting a lack of superheroes. It was perhaps the greatest event to happen in the world, and considering how often intergalactic armies arrived to enslave us, that was saying something.
Alejandro I understood. For a man who worked in a club catering to superheroes, his clientele had dried up overnight. Even Bernard’s job with the Centurions could be in jeopardy. Now that he thought about it, without people saving the planet, Griffin might not have a job anymore. It was the first time that I realized that each of us had a connection to the powered community through our occupations.
“And what about you?” I’m sure my eyes narrowed as I directed my gaze at Chad. “Why are you all sorts of moody?”
The barista’s face turned white. For the first time in his life, he didn’t have a quip. Nervously, he laughed. “You know Zipper leaves me hundred dollar tips, right? How else do I afford lavish vacations with the hubby?”
Lies. What he was fibbing about, I wasn’t sure, but I’d circle back to that conversation the next time he tried to set me up with his cousin.
“You must be happy,” Griffin said.
I raised my eyebrow, not at the statement but at the tone. The usual upbeat plucky character in our ensemble sounded more like me, an undercurrent of annoyance and anger.
