stands_for_hope | Superman, Firebrand, and the Metropolis Gang in... the World's Mightiest Duckling

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Superman, Firebrand, and the Metropolis Gang in... the World's Mightiest Duckling

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It took a few weeks, but soon enough, the apartment had become an entirely settled little commune between the five of them. Steve's things had arrived as Clint had promised, they'd been installed in the new apartment, and the group had made the changes they'd discussed for everyone's comfort with one addition: with Steve bunking with Jim, the room he'd initially intended to take had become a general office/library/art room for everyone to use when they felt like a bit of time alone. For as silly as the concept sounded, all of them had ended up using the room a time or two and it had definitely kept things peaceful despite the addition of two new people.

Considering that the apartment was home to four superheroes and a world-famous journalist, it was amazing how easily they all fell into a routine. Jim, Lois, and Clark would usually leave for work around the same time and Steve, always an early riser, had taken to making them something to munch for breakfast on the way after he returned from his morning run. Having also gotten a position at the community center (teaching kids art and art history), Steve would leave with Diana an hour or so after that. Everyone filtered back into the apartment at different times and whoever was feeling up to cooking would usually start dinner when they got in. If no one was feeling up cooking, one of the two 'old' men would treat takeout.

Today, however, Jim's site was currently closed for due to an issue with the plumbing contractors and some unfortunate flooding that had occurred overnight. That was why Clark texted Jim and invited him to come visit he and Lois at the Daily Planet offices and go out for lunch together.

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That got a low, satisfied sound out of Steve before he deepened the kiss a little, leaning in. His hips rocked just a little, sliding smooth against Jim's, and the satisfied sound went a little higher, breathier.

Which was when he broke the kiss with a short, soft laugh.

Jim was smiling, though, looking up at Steve through his own eyelashes. "We won't have to wash twice if we do it in here," he purred, hands sliding further to squeeze just below the curve of Steve's rear.

That smile... that smile just slayed him. He'd do a thousand crazy things for that smile... and definitely a few pleasant ones.

He leaned back in and turned slightly to rock his hips against Jim a little more firmly.

"Best idea I've heard all night."

A slow inhale and Jim moved against him, proving that, oh yes, he certainly wasn't immune to skin on skin. "So good, Steve," he moaned, just that one little move making his muscles twitch pleasantly.

Steve grinned, wild and happy, and dipped down to start pressing kisses along Jim's neck and shoulder.

"Gonna give me a big head, Jim."

He extended his arm to brace against the wall and rocked again, slow, settling into a rhythm that made his muscles tense pleasantly.

It said something about trust that he let Steve's arm be the only thing bracing them, his hands wandering Steve's body before moving slowly between them, taking them both in his hand. It separated them just a bit - but his hand kept them close.

The second he felt Jim's hand... that was new, and he couldn't help the quick buck his hips gave at that, nor the moan that slipped out of him and into Jim's skin.

He exhaled a heated breath against Steve's neck. "Nobody's ever touched you, have they." It was rhetorical - he knew they hadn't, and damn if he didn't feel honoured to be the first. "God, Steve, you feel so good."

His hand slid along Steve's length - along both of them, matching the pace they'd set before.

"All yours," he assured him as he buried his face in the dip of Jim's shoulder.

"And you're gonna--" but the words wouldn't come, filled in with a low groan.

"I know what I'm gonna do," he assured softly, but fell quiet himself, focusing. He wanted to feel every inch, every twitch, every soft brush of Steve's skin. But he couldn't neglect himself, either. As his fingers caressed Steve, he spared a little attention for himself.

It was almost cute; when Steve felt Jim focus on himself a little, he started to press little kisses and nibbles and even an experimental flick of his tongue against the skin of Jim's neck. The hand that wasn't bracing them was sent down, slipped around Jim's waist until he could reach around and get a handful of Jim's backside in return.

A gasp, a breathy moan, and he arched against Steve, hand tightening reflexively around them both. "Fuck yes, Steve...!" All the more reason for him to increase his pace.

That moan went straight through him and his hand gave Jim another squeeze as he rocked against Jim, against Jim's hand.

"So gorgeous," he murmured against Jim's skin.

"All yours," he promised breathlessly, hips and hand working in concert, getting faster, his body dictating every move.

Something about those words, about Jim's body against his--

The sound he made was almost a growl and his kisses turned desperate.

"Yes."

One little hiss of a word. That was all it took for Jim to take that kiss, to sear them together, swift and demanding, with the same intensity in every movement of his body. He wanted this. Especially with Steve, he wanted this - like he'd dreamed of it for most of his life.

Steve let out a little noise of surprise, happy surprise, before melting into Jim and throwing himself into the heat between them.

Every time he broke for air, he gasped, moaned, whispered Steve's name - his senses were full of Steve, and that was perfect. And at last, he nearly whimpered, "Mgh, please, Stevie, please..."

Steve's mind was scrambled from everything, from the sensations and the sounds and the smell of Jim in his nose, and he had no idea what Jim wanted, so he guessed.

He sucked hard on the spot he knew made Jim groan, squeezed his ass once more, then threw himself back into the shower wall. The now-freed hand went down, getting the rest of Jim's ass in hand, tugging him forward to hold them together.

He made a breathless, wordless sound, wild and full of pleasure. Where Steve had learned that, he didn't know. He didn't care. He was just glad Steve had done it to him. Thrusting hard against Steve, he came, shuddering into his arms.

Steve felt Jim shudder, the warmth against his stomach even in the still-hot shower, and held on tight. He thought, maybe, he'd be able to keep it together, but then he heard Jim and it was an effort to stay standing while he lost his mind and groaned out his own release into Jim's shoulder.

Thank God for the shower wall and locked knees or Steve was not sure if--

He didn't care. He rode out the sensations, rocking softly against Jim and kissing him sweet and soft wherever he could reach, and finally tugged Jim up against him, holding him with the strength he had left, nuzzling to his jaw and cheek and shoulder with affection.

"You good?"

Jim leaned against him, trusting him. He couldn't imagine not trusting him now, even with all of the brainwashing, all of the programming... Jim smiled dreamily, arms slowly tightening. "Mm. M'good," he nodded, "promise."

He didn't think he could be better. He was very reluctant to pull away but they did need to rinse.

Steve smiled sweetly at the answer before breathing in, adjusting Jim in his arms, and reaching up to take one of the heads to tug it down and wash them off gently, bracing the spray against his own belly.

He shivered at the water running over him, a little more sensation than he'd been expecting, but then he was grinning up at Steve and resting his head against him. "I don't know about you," he murmured, "but I'm about ready to dry off and curl up on the bed."

"Yeah, that's where I am too. The water'll do me till tomorrow morning."

He'd take another shower, sans distracting best guy.

"C'mere. Lemme get you dried up..."

And he made sure that they were washed off before turning off the water.

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