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Finney had looked at his watch that had been beeping to wake him up. He noted the time “1:03 AM”, had he been asleep that long? He sighed and slowly got up, looking around his desk to see if anyone else was there. Of course, the answer was no. He was alone, again, and maybe he had wanted to be. He started to walk off down the steps and into the locker bay. He had always enjoyed that at least Vought had a place for members of their team to work out and shower and otherwise. Of course, it was primarily for Supes, but Finney had found that so long as he stayed in late, he could get in.
It had caused him a few issues in the past. Luckily, all while he was still fully clothed but strangely, all had been with Soldier Boy. The first time was an accident, it had to have been, just Finney trying to get a late-night shower in and discovering Soldier Boy there with someone’s mouth on him. Finney hadn’t been able to get a good look at who it was because he’d run out of the room as quickly as he could. He thought he might be fired the next day, or something worse, but nobody said anything. However, Soldier Boy did seemingly start showing up around his office specifically and the incidents became more frequent. Usually, Finney got out before he saw too much or before Soldier Boy could get a word in, and neither said a thing during the day.
Finney went towards the showers and let out a sigh of relief when no one was around. He went into his locker and pulled out the things he would need and headed toward the shower. He always tried to keep things as close as possible to his shower area. He didn’t want there to be any chance for someone to find out about him.
He turned on the water and let himself relax first. Enjoying the feeling of water sliding down his back and letting it soothe his sore spots. He then turned around and stuck his head under the water. He closed his eyes and felt his hair become soaked and the water get in his ears. It was the one space he felt he could be comfortable, the one spot he could finally calm down.
“You’re here late,” The shower curtain was grabbed and suddenly opened and Finney knew the voice and the person there. He had, luckily, stayed still and faced the shower head so it wasn’t like Soldier Boy was immediately going to see the most "off" part about him.
“Fuck,” Finney whispered, “I uhm…” He closed his eyes much tighter than he had before, trying to ignore whatever tears were going to come out next. He was not going to let him cry like some little bitch. He wouldn’t. He’d moved his hands up against the wall of the shower just to keep his arms there to keep himself stable.
“You should really turn around,” Soldier Boy threw it out like it was a suggestion but it was a command.
He had seen Finney a million different times popping into the showers and other places. At first, he was extremely annoyed because the first time had really taken him out of the mood but soon he’d find himself going to the showers and jerking off on purpose, just to see what Finney would do. He would find where he worked and where he was otherwise in the building just to see him and to think of ways to approach him. Of course, with how hellish these last couple of months had been, he needed a release and maybe that was where this little “crush” came from.
“I can’t, sir,” Finney bit the inside of his cheek, only turning his head now to glimpse Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy looked back at him with predatory eyes and Finney noticed that first before realizing that Soldier Boy was naked . He quickly looked back at the wall of the shower, his heart racing.
Then he heard Soldier Boy behind him and he thought he might scream when he felt the Supe’s hands on his hips. He tensed under his touch and he could feel Soldier Boy’s cock poking his leg.
“Please, sir,” Finney huffed, “I’m not…” He wondered if the hero would be so disgusted by him that he would out him to everyone. No, because that would mean people would know that Soldier Boy had gone looking for this. Looking for a guy.
He’d thought about this before, what it would feel like to be fucked by the world’s most well-beloved hero, yet he never was going to let it happen. He could only see the worst happening to him. Yet, he couldn’t help but spread his legs a bit.
Soldier Boy leaned his head into Finney’s neck a bit and let his hand wander down, looking to grab at Finney’s cock, and yet was greeted instead by having to trail down deeper and deeper until he felt it. He felt Finney’s cunt twitching against his light touch.
“What the fuck?” Soldier Boy whispered against his neck, leaning his mouth closer to Finney’s ear, “You’re a chick?” His voice didn’t sound outraged, he just sounded confused.
“Fuck you,” Finney whispered because what more does he have to lose? He dropped the “sir” bullshit, knowing that whatever this was, it was not a professional situation. His legs were shaking and he turned his head to the side a bit for Soldier Boy to keep moving his mouth on his neck. He could feel his beard tickling him all over. “I’m a guy. Through and through, I don't need a cock to prove it.”
Soldier Boy chuckled and Finney felt him start to move his mouth over his neck, but the touching was all teeth. “Call yourself whatever you want,” He muttered, “I don’t care if you’re some transvestite or whatever the fuck it’s called. If you’re a man, I’ll fuck you like one.” He moved his hand away and onto Finney’s ass, and Finney tensed up a bit under his touch. He took his thumb and rubbed circles into Finney’s ass. He pushed his body further up against Finney, letting their backs touch, and hooked his arm under Finney’s to bring his hand up to Finney’s mouth.
“Suck,” Soldier Boy’s mouth was against Finney’s ear, huffing hot air against him.
He opened his mouth and felt Soldier Boy push his fingers inside, and he let his tongue wander about the pad of the man’s fingers. Soldier Boy’s fingers were held firmly onto his tongue, and Finney could taste whatever sweat or dirt he’d worked through. When Soldier Boy pulled his fingers out, Finney let out a little pant.
“What’s your name,” Finney murmured, “like, your real one?”
“Ben,” Ben hummed as he moved his fingers back to hook it into Finney’s ass, “You probably need something to scream out, huh?” He smirked.
Finney breathed out a little laugh and spread his legs out a bit more. He moved his head so it was getting covered in water. Ben started to push his finger further into Finney’s ass, pushing and moving his finger around to stretch him out. “You’ve got a sexy fuckin’ hole back here, you take it up here regularly?” Ben asked.
Finney moved his head back a bit, only to get out of the water that was now hitting his chest. “Enough to know you need more lube than just some spit,” Finney scoffed, knowing good and well if they were supposed to be doing this that he didn’t want it to hurt. However, this only seemed to excite Ben more, as he pushed another finger into Finney’s hole. Finney let out a whine and his fingers curled into a fist. He pushed his ass back against Ben’s fingers, only so he could find some balance in the shower.
“Ooo, just like that, I bet you prefer when it hurts, huh?” Ben leaned up against Finney some more too, letting his fingers go in deeper and move around, scissoring his insides. He used his free hand to start squeezing Finney’s tits. He pinched his nipples too, enjoying the way Finney wiggled against his fingers too. “I think I can get you to spread enough back here to where we don’t need lube, don’t you think?”
Ben shoved another finger in, and Finney let out a yelp. “Fuck you,” Finney tried to gain back his footing, even though he felt his knees buckling, “Fuuuuck you, faggot.” He would not let Ben think he was bending over backward so easily, he despised the idea of the supe thinking he had won so easily.
Ben leaned his body in closer, now using the arm that was pinching and squeezing Finney’s tits to wrap around his waist to keep him upright. He leaned his head and lips into the back of Finney’s neck, “I’m the fag, huh? You’re the one taking dick in your ass cause you wanna be a guy. I can always fuck the other hole for you, princess.”
“Shut up! Shove your goddamn cock in me, quit treating me like a bitch,” Finney hated that more than anything, and he would’ve rather gotten torn to shreds by the Supe than have him call him a girl. It wasn’t that he minded getting fucked in his cunt, that wasn’t a big deal, but Ben’s words did get to him a bit. Besides, if he let Ben fuck him there, Ben would’ve taken it that he was right and that Finney was a girl and Finney could not take that.
Ben huffed out a laugh. “My pleasure.” He removed his fingers and spit into his hand. Ben fisted his cock, and then shoved himself into Finney. Finney panted , the feeling of the sudden pressure in his ass, filling him up, he thought he might cry. Ben used his hands to hold onto Finney’s hips. “Come on, you want me to do all the work? Move your hips back,” Ben grunted, however, he did help by moving Finney’s body forward and back.
“Screw you,” Finney hissed, wanting to still seem as abrasive and bitchy as he could be. It wasn’t that he didn’t want this, but this was Soldier Boy. His ego was already huge, and Finney was not going to help inflate it by taking his dick like a whiny whore. He was going to, at least, keep his head in all of this. But, he did start moving his ass back.
“There it is,” Ben pressed harder into Finney’s skin, letting his mouth wander back to Finney’s neck and shoulders. He let his teeth graze the flesh for a second before finally sucking wounds into Finney.
Finney started to shake, the pounding in his ass and the biting started to push his mind to wander. He had to admit, it was good that Ben was keeping him upright with his arm, otherwise, he’d have fallen over. Another symbol of submission that he hated.
Ben laughed, breathlessly, as he trailed more kisses down Finney’s back. “You like this, don’t you? You can tell me. I know you do, fag. Tell me,” Ben murmured. He looked at Finney for an answer and when he didn’t immediately get one, he thrust much harder into him and bit into Finney’s neck again over the now bruised flesh.
Finney let out a loud cry and he quickly pushed his head into the shower wall. “Shut up. Fuck, just keep going. Please,” He whimpered. He hated the fact that he was starting to slip into being a slut, but it was starting to feel good. He used one of his hands to keep himself stable while he went to jerk his clit off.
“Oh? Who said you could touch yourself?” Ben grunted and slapped Finney’s ass, watching the way he jolted. “If you want to cum, you’ll cum untouched. Get your hands off.”
Finney did as instructed and put his hands back on the shower wall. “Ben, Ben, please, harder. Fuck, I need you to fuck harder into me,” Finney begged, shaking, and looked down at the shower floor. His mouth agape, he kept begging for more. His heart was pounding and his stomach was turning and he needed more friction. Just a little faster, a little harder, a little rougher, that was what he needed.
Ben let out a laugh and slapped Finney’s ass again, loving the way he was turning Finney’s ass red. “Fuck, you’re such a slut. I knew it the first time I saw you when you watched that bitch sucking me off. I knew exactly what you were thinking. Knew that you wished it was you instead,” Ben teased, squeezing Finney’s ass. “That’s why I kept trying to find you, but you kept playing hard to get. Fucking whore.”
“Fuck off,” Finney huffed, though he had no real rebuttal. Ben was partly right, that night he’d seen Ben fucking that woman’s mouth all he could think about for weeks was being in her place. He thought about taking Ben into his mouth and sucking him off like a whore, tongue licking the supe clean after swallowing his cum. But Finney had been better than that, better than the guy to let a supe take advantage of him.
At least, he’d thought he was. Now, as he was getting closer and closer to climax with Ben’s dick buried in his ass, he was pretty sure that he was not, in fact, better than that.
“You want me to fuck off, huh? Want me to leave?” Ben started to pull out then, smiling wickedly when he felt Finney reach back to try and keep Ben in him.
“Don’t you dare! Fuck, fuck I’m so close. You have to finish, have to,” Finney tried to look behind at Ben, his glare just as feral and animalistic as Ben’s.
“Then take it. Take it like that good little faggot you are,” Ben brought his mouth back to Finney’s neck and latched on once more. He knew that everyone was going to see these wounds and that made him rut more into Finney’s ass. He nibbled, almost chewing, on Finney’s skin before then sucking on the spot once more.
Finney moved back against Ben, clenching up as he got closer but also to help Ben feel good. He knew how horrible of an idea all of this was but he didn’t give a fuck anymore. Shit, maybe he could even get a raise out of it.
Ben pulled Finney in close suddenly, their bodies right on top of each other and then Ben came. “Fuck, going to fill you up,” Ben growled into Finney’s ear, as rope after rope filled Finney’s ass. He felt Finney convulsing in his hold and laughed, realizing that Finney had cum. The sounds of water running and heavy breathing was all that was there now.
“I need… to actually shower now… asshole,” Finney whispered, but he made no actual attempt to do anything. He was glad that the water had become much colder now since it was helping his mind clear.
Ben chuckled, “Let me clean you up then and take you back to my place, as a token of thanks for tonight.”
Finney looked at Ben and rose an eyebrow at him. “A token of thanks, or are you gonna make me sign an NDA?”
Despite the sincerity of Finney’s comment, Ben let out a belly laugh. “Why would I need one of those? You’d lose more if you talked.” Ben shrugged his shoulders. Finney frowned before finally getting out of Ben’s hold.
“Mm, fine,” He turned around now and faced Ben. It was weird to just look at the man now, especially to force his eyes up.
Ben noticed his struggles and it made his dick twitch. “You know, I bet you could clean me up better than this shower,”
“You’re disgusting,” Finney knew he was all bark and no bite now, getting on his knees and sticking out his tongue.