Chapter 9
I hadn’t needed a hot shower like that in years.
Scrubs might seem like a practical solution when you’re working with bodily fluids.
However, within minutes, you realize why you don’t want to see everything that gets on your uniform.
I would not get out until the scalding water turned lukewarm.
Most likely I’d take another before bed.
I didn’t want to find out what would happen if Smoke’s blast of stupid left residue. Ew.
The Leos had shut down the hospital emergency room.
The rest of the day, Lei and I shuttled patients from one hospital to the next.
It was another day at the job, except for the first patient.
Her orbital socket had been crushed and her jaw dislodged.
Her face had already swollen, and the purple bruises were fast to fill in around the poor woman’s eye.
Before we took her vitals, I knew everything that was wrong.
I should, because I was the one who did it.
I pushed the guilt aside, thinking about the phone charging on the couch.
By the time I finished washing away the filth, I’d be able to text Aiden and make sure he had gotten away without a scratch.
I had stared at the charger for five minutes before I swore.
I couldn’t will the stupid piece of plastic to power up any faster.
At least the shower distracted me long enough for the damned thing to turn on.
“Speaking of turned on…” I couldn’t help but smile at Aiden’s insistence on this coffee date.
I would gladly put some cream in his coffee if he allowed me.
As the water cooled, I imagined him with me.
It’d stay plenty hot. Two big guys in a tight space.
There’d be no option but to be pressed up against him.
The soap had done its job of getting my skin clean, just not my mind. With a quick squeeze of my shaft, I decided I might as well take care of business. The cold water, however, meant I needed to find another place to get comfortable and unload.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel, doing a light pat down.
I walked out of the shower and tossed the towel on the couch, spreading it out so I could relax without leaving a wet spot on the fabric.
A quick glance at the phone showed it had turned on, but was now working through a series of updates.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Furiously clicking the screen did nothing to stop the manufacturer from hijacking the device. “Well, little buddy…” I plopped down on the couch, rolling back the foreskin on my cock. “It’s your job to keep me busy now.”
Yes, I regularly talked to my penis. With all the abuse I put him through, he’d earned a pep talk here and there. Besides, if I wasn’t going to love him, who would? Well, if we could nail down a time, I hoped a certain journalist would.
He proved to be a persistent man, and I believed that would be the case when clothes came off.
He’d have a hand on my chest, pushing me onto the couch, pushing my knees apart so he could get on his knees.
It had been a while since a playmate came knocking, and there was no doubt my cock would be hard, eagerly awaiting the attention.
By the time he pulled back my foreskin, there’d be a puddle of precum.
I closed my eyes while I played. As I wrapped my fingers around the base, giving it a firm squeeze, I imagined how much better it’d feel if it were him.
After the events of today, thinking of Aiden handling my cock was exactly what I needed to take the edge off.
Who needed superpowers? I needed a skilled mouth teasing the head of my cock before taking it all the way to the base.
There were few things in life more satisfying than a hot guy determined to swallow the last inch.
If they choked a little before they reached base, it’d be even hotter.
Running fingers along the underside of my shaft, I wanted it to be his tongue.
When he reached the tip, would he lick the head or skip the foreplay and swallow it?
Pulling back the foreskin, I opened my eyes to see I was already leaking.
Would he take matters into his own hands, or would he want me to take charge?
The thought of sliding my hand over the back of his head, easing him down, made my shaft rigid.
I coated my finger in precum, watching the thread of fluid between my finger and slit.
I licked my finger, tasting a bit of the sweetness.
I returned to massaging the head of my cock, letting the tingling reach my balls.
There was no way I’d be able to hold back.
By the time his mouth closed around my cock, I’d be bucking my hips, holding his head while I shot my load.
I’d lie and say it was because of the sexy man, but it was more from nearly forgetting what it was like to be serviced.
What I lacked in duration, I’d make up in quantity.
“Take my cock,” I mumbled. I’d hold the side of his head as I bucked my hips, nice and slow.
It’d start with the entire length of my cock before I pulled out, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
It wouldn’t be long before the tempo picked up.
If I didn’t stop there, he’d be getting him a second mouthful in twenty minutes.
Either that or I’d stand up, pushing him down on the couch, ass in the air and—
The thought of my cock sliding down the crack of his beautifully round, hairy ass had my balls signaling the end of playtime.
Reaching under my sack, I gave them a gentle tug, letting the warm sensation spread down my legs to pointed toes.
The strokes turned quick, bunching the foreskin over the head, jerking it quickly.
I tried to slow my tempo, to ride the orgasmic wave. Every man tries, we really do, but impatience wins every time. With a final stroke, the flood doors opened and pleasure raced through every fiber of my being.
I cracked my eyes open to find my skin glowing. No, not in sexual bliss. The orange light pulsed as I gasped, choking back grunts. With the head of my cock peaking above the surplus of skin, the first shot of cum reached my chest, leaving a trail across my stomach.
It’d be better deep in Aiden’s—
My body jerked in response to the thought.
The growl renewed as the vein under my shaft throbbed, pleased at the thought of the thick man’s ass.
The second shot reached over my shoulder, hitting the couch with an audible smack.
My torso was covered by the second and fourth strings of white.
A shower was the only way to wash out a quality cum shot.
The sensation turned into a dull roar, vanishing far too quickly.
While the orgasm subsided, the orange glow followed.
Turning into a nightlight while railing a guy was going to make sex more interesting.
At least my cock hadn’t caught on fire. I might need more practice before I took this show on the road.
The phone dinged, then dinged some more. By the fifteenth notification, I reached to answer, but caught the sight of cum coating my hand. Reaching for the towel, I couldn’t get at it without risking cum on the couch.
With a shrug, I licked it off my hand, surprised by its saltiness. A shot of protein never hurt anybody. It wasn’t as hot post-orgasm, but as my cock twitched, it was enough to get my motor going again.
Convinced I got it all, I reached for the phone.
With a swipe of my thumb, my heart sank.
One after another, notifications appeared, warnings from the HeroApp?.
The city was under siege as villains terrorized every corner of Vanguard.
The app had moved to an alert warning citizens to stay inside at night.
“Jesus,” I said. “I guess Griffin was right.” I would never tell him that, but it appeared that heroes did keep the menaces of the city in check. I growled as I read a text Griffin sent hours earlier.
“Told you so.” I would never hear the end of it.
Thankfully, the next message had a number I recognized. I deleted that punk Griffin and moved to Aiden’s text.
A: Don’t be a hero.
A: You okay?
A: Not funny. Cops are making us leave the hospital. Where are you?
A: If you’re dead, I’ll be pissed.
A: You’re never going to get ass this way.
I snorted at the man’s determination. He had gotten away safely and had no idea that I turned into a firefly. Revealing that I had joined the league of spandex to a journalist for a superhero magazine might make things complicated.
X: Phone got smashed. I’m alive. How are you?
I switched over to the HeroApp? while waiting for his reply. On any given night, two or three minor villains popped up. But tonight, I lost count at twenty-two small crimes taking place and two major events underway. The city wasn’t going to be safe, not until the heroes came back.
“Maybe…” I flexed my hand, forcing the knuckles to bulge on my right hand. I had driven my hand through a concrete wall without feeling pain. Somehow, I shot fire like a flamethrower. Somewhere inside my body was a leather suit waiting to make an appearance. “Don’t want them, but maybe…”
The phone vibrated, and I picked it up, expecting to see a text.
Instead, a photo from Aiden had come in.
He was sitting in the bathtub with strategically placed bubbles.
On the side sat a glass of bourbon, and I swear I could see an old-school boom box just out of focus in the frame. The message simply read, “Been worse.”
X: Better if you weren’t alone.
A: True. Did you see the new superhero in the hospital?
X: Lol. From my hiding spot? No.
A: He’s the answer.
I wasn’t sure where he might be going with this. I knew from listening to Griffin that heroes maintained secret identities to keep the people around them safe. If Smoke knew I was close with somebody, he could use it against me. Letting Aiden in on my little secret wouldn’t end well.
X: To???
A: For the magazine. I’m going to land an interview with Blaze.
“Blaze?” I scoffed. “No. Not just no, but hell no.”
A: He’s probably out saving the city.
Saving the city, not so much. Pounding his fist against the face of bank robbers. Yeah, he might be up for that. I unplugged the phone and headed to the shower—again. Once I washed up, and got myself in a clean set of clothes, it was time to go out find some ass to kick.