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“What the fuck?”
There was a sudden squeak sound following afterward,“R-Robert?!”
“Waterboy, are you okay?” Robert’s voice was laced with worry and softness.
“W-Wha what do you-?” Waterboy couldn’t even finish his sentence without his dispatcher interrupting him once again.
“You have like- fuck, that must be like- third degree, on your back!” Robert quickly held onto Waterboy’s arms to spin him back around, taking another look at his bare back to make sure he did see that correctly.
Robert was about to head out for the day and join the drinking party he was invited to after visiting the locker room but end up walking onto the water hero changing mid-suit and all his tired eyes saw on his pale thin back was a huge discolored handprint, he couldn’t help it but to immediately went to aid.
His hands were on Waterboy before he realized it and caused the taller man to jolt and spin around to hide himself but Robert just ended up yanking the poor rookie back round to take a better look. One of his hands hovering right above the print, unsure.
The injury was definitely a second degree burn, little too close to the third. He couldn’t tell when it was made considering the scarring was already fighting to heal.
“What? Oh, that- oh uh- oh no, no, no it's okay I-I’m okay, I-I don’t think it’s that bad- doesn’t hurt at all- e-either erm, I-I have good- healing proptir-propter- eh, it’ll go away. I heal fast.” Waterboy genuinely seems like he forgot he even had that, wasn’t the wound irritating him the entire time?
“Kid, how did this happen? When did you even get it? I-I don’t remember sending you out on any fire related-” Robert cut himself off as his eyes squinted at the deep mark, noticing the shape was strangely familiar and it just clicked in his head. “... hey,, did Flambae do this to you?”
“W-Wha-aht?! No-nono! Well, I I mean- yes- no? Really, rea-really doesn’t hurt at all-! You know- I better leav- we, better get going ‘cause, M-Miss Prism invited us out, the bar, to the bar I mean- don’t wanna be late! Heh, right?” Waterboy was quick to try to divert the topic off, fumbling with his shirt out of the locker but Robert wasn’t really going to let it go that easy.
“Hey.. Herman, you know you can always tell me anything right? I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to any of our team members, especially you. If Flambae’s picking on you, hurting you-?” Robert was now noticing up close at several old markings that strangely look a lot like faded healed burnt marks, scattered across the wet back. Some of them are strangely too much like handprints.
“He isn’t. Really, he- he’s not-, he's nice, really nice.” Waterboy turned around, facing him properly.
Robert raised one of his eyebrows at him, his tired face really said it all.
“I-In his own way.” Waterboy corrected himself, he went picking up Robert’s hands that couldn’t stop hovering over him and held it gently. “I promise, he’s not. It’s just an accident.”
“Right.., but if that were to be happening, you know you can come to me or Blazer. We’ll take care of it pronto, okay?” Robert held back in return, giving him the same gentle hold with a softer tone.
“O..Ok-Okay.. yeah,, thank you. Really, it- it means alot. Y-Y’know to see you care about me.” Waterboy soon let go to slip his casual shirt on which you could see already beginning to get damp.
“Of course kid. You sure you're okay though?” Robert crossed his arms, watching him closely.
“Yes, I’m alright- I-I'm fine. We,, we should probably go- get going. I-I I think they might be waiting for us.” Waterboy took out a puffy jacket that seemed to look a lot like one of those waterproof ones to put it on before closing his locker door.
“Yeah,, yeah alright…” Robert decided not to prod it any further and nodded his head slightly, following along the minute Waterboy was ready to go.
The dispatcher and the water rookie end up accompanying each other on a walking trip to the bar when they realize the team isn't waiting outside in front of the building anymore, after seeing they both’ve received a group text that the team was already there like seven minutes ago, already having their fun. Apparently they couldn’t wait any longer to get shitfaced.
It was quite nice out anyway and the walk between Waterboy and Robert was relaxing, chattering up the storm yet softly. They stayed by each others’ sides till they finally reached the destination, hauling up to the front door of the bar they weren’t banned from, yet.
Once they both walked in, they were immediately being waved over by a huge flashy group which they could tell was their team. Robert couldn’t help it but to crack a small smile upon seeing them riling up when they walked right over, hearing the usual commotions but his eyes trailed and followed where Waterboy was making his way over to a certain fiery guy was seated.
The water rookie’s face practically brightened when he arrived by Flambae’s side, he pointed his long finger at the booth as he opened his mouth slightly to mutter something out softly which Robert unfortunately couldn’t hear then the arsonist let out a rowdy laugh all of sudden, throwing one of his arms around Waterboy’s neck and yanking him right down. Causing the taller man to stumble over and crashes upon the booth, face growing red bashfully at the contact as Flambae blurted out, “Fuckin’ idiot!”
Robert glanced away before he accidentally showed off the grimace on his face, making excuses to grab a drink for himself from the bar. He really couldn’t tell if Flambae was actually fucking with him or not..,
He’s going to have to keep a closer eye on them, maybe stop dispatching them together out on mission as well.
About a week later, he was standing in one of many conference rooms with all of his Z-Team members sitting around, muttering among them or having conversations fully one on one. Or so it would be if Waterboy and Flambae weren't missing.
They were already fifteen minutes late and Robert was tapping his foot, arms crossed and thinking the worse. He soon took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, he can’t just stand around here can he?
“Okay.” Hearing his flat voice caused some head turns from the team, clearly ready to start the meeting they were called in for. “Did anybody see Waterboy and Flambae?”
There were soft mutterings among them with some shared looks and shrugging, only one of them peeped out was Prism. “Shit I dunno, last I saw ‘em was walkin’ here with the rest of us, probably peeled the hell off to skip this lameass meeting. I know I would.” Earning a few soft chortles from the peers.
“Right, well I can’t exactly start this meeting without them, I'm going to have to go find them. Stay here.” Robert went to leave the room but only to tilt his head back to glare at the group through the doorway, implying them to behave. “’l will be right back.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got it, no fun allowed!” Invisigal shout out after Robert completely left into the hallway, rolling his tired eyes before speeding off quickly to search for certain two supers.
The dispatcher was moving his legs in a hurried pace inside the building, he honestly wasn’t even sure where to check considering Flambae could have just taken Waterboy and skipped the meeting, if anything they probably already have left the building.
He suddenly stopped in his path when he saw a fainting steam in the air, raising one of his eyebrows as the gears were clicking in his head and he ended up following it. Watching it grow thicker as he followed till he reached a door that read out the janitor's closet.
Oh shit.
The door was slightly open and he heard a faint whimper incoming from the dark room. His chest tightened as he immediately reached for the knob, assuming the worst and preparing to burst right in and tear Flambae in two for picking on the poor kid.
Well that was the plan till his spread out hand paused right above the shiny doorknob, hearing another softer yet suspicious noise. His brain actually buffered and he had to give himself a second, he could have sworn he heard a-
Another whining moan went and practically punched Robert’s eardrums out of his head. Holy shit, it is what he thought.
Holy shit, is he taking advantage of him?
Robert tilted his head to see better through the crack of the door, it took him a second or two for his eyes to finally make out the figures in the dark with the only low light source coming from the cracked doorway and the room’s shitty dimmed light above.
His eyes widened in surprise and his burning ears couldn’t believe what it was hearing. Robert’s whole body just freezes on the spot as his pupils continually lock on the sight.
He couldn’t really believe he was seeing Flambae face down against some crates with his suit barely hanging off one of his legs, being spread shamefully, showing off his hard dripping cock and his slightly swollen stomach. Waterboy was half naked with his unzipped suit around barely off his hips, hovering right behind and towering over him, practically pinning him right against the boxes with his hips roughly thrusting.
“Her-hermerm, hermie- herm pp-please-! fuckin’ hurry it u-uhp!!” A girlish shriek slipped through a whispered voice from the hotheaded, feeling too uncharacteristic.
Robert jolts at the high pitched voice, nearly shivering at it in silence, he couldn’t find himself to move, his feet wouldn’t cooperate with his brain yelling at him to get the fuck out of there right now.
“F-Fuhuckin’ hurry it u-uhp!!” Flambae was struggling to keep his voice under control, keeping it hushed considering they were still in public. “Wer’ we’re suppose- to be fuckin- aa-ah! i-in in a meetin-inngh!”
“I-I know, I know, I'm so sorry, just- just last one, last one, I-I I promise, pu-please? Please?” Waterboy was nuzzling against him softly, his hip slowing down yet sloppy.
“Uugh- you,, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me you ba-assturd-! H-hurry the fuck up-!” Chad went grinding his hip back against the water rookie, giving him a green light to continue.
“Gon,,gonna fucking fill you up so so good.” Herman let out a low snarl before suddenly lunging between Chad’s shoulder and his neck, ravishing him like a shark, his hips recoiling back to jerky quick pace.
Robert actually saw Chad’s fiery eyes rolling up with his tears rolling down half off his face before it got steamed off quickly when Herman rapidly fucking him throughly against the crate. Why was the dispatcher getting goosebumps?
His eyes couldn’t leave at how roughly Herman was biting down, causing deep marks in places that’d be cleverly hidden underneath the supersuit. Robert always knew Waterboy might have hidden prolonged stamina or incredible strength and always tried to get it to be brought out during the mission but instead here it was, being used to brutally fuck Flambae.
Holy fuck Robert had it all wrong, he had it backward. Waterboy wasn’t being bullied, Flambae was. He knew he really needed to leave but his feet felt like he was trapped in a glue trap.
Robert jolted when he heard another sudden high pitched prolonged moan incoming from the hothead, seeing his cock already splurting out but Herman just kept at it, he wasn’t satisfied yet.
Flambae’s head was laying against the crate, his tightly gripped knuckles upon the crates starting to go slack, clearly already spent out but Waterboy wrapped his arm around Flambae’s neck to lift him up and his wet hand reached for his side of the face to turn faces behind him. Chad couldn’t help it to let out a couple of whimpers, feeling overwhelmed.
“I know, you’re doing so good, so, so good, just hold on, just- just a little longer. For me?” Herman was soft, leaned in close to gently press but his wet hip continually smacked violently right against the hot skin. It doesn’t match his tender tone.
Chad ended up twisting his body around to wrap his arms around Herman and clung on tight and close, hugging through the oversensitivity thrusting happening inside deep in his lower abdomen. Herman practically lifted Chad’s lower body and bent him nearly in half, thank god he was tall enough to continue his fast paced movement yet be able to press the fiery body down roughly against the boards.
The hothead’s voice wouldn’t stop letting out strings of loud whinful moans and his temperature was rising uncontrollably and it ended up steaming the rookie, basically burning him up but something about it set Herman off. Like he craved for more, Robert didn’t think it was possible but he swore he saw him getting impossibly faster than he was.
Herman finally lunges in brutally deep with one last rough yet lovingly bite against hot shoulder while he cum gallons inside. Causing Chad to croak out, feeling the cold wet load rushing inside his hot stomach. The heat in the air was unbearable and the steam was thick.
Both men stay still with their chests rising rapidly, trying to indulge in the thick air. Herman ends up planting soft yet wet kisses against Chad’s runny face then all the way down to his shoulder, like if he was comforting him?
The fire villain was quick to check the water rookie’s skin, pulling him in close and Robert could see a new freshly imprinted on his back, this time it was two handprints. Well,, now he knows where he got those from…
“A-ah.. ah, I-I.. I didn’t.. burn you did I? Ouh fuck I did- I, I’m sorry- I’m so-” Chad was about to ramble on but Herman was quick to interrupt with a soft kiss, his arms falls into a hug like he knew it’ll come up.
“No, no not at all, r-really, perfect temperature like aways..” Herman went smooching right against Chad’s hot cheek, enjoying the warmth.
“You’re such a god damn liar.. and a freak- masochist, pull out already. What’s wrong with you? Sadist,, fuckin’ whatever.” Chad didn't seem like he had any venom in his words, if anything he was nearly blissing out instead, nuzzling back against the wet skin. Letting his hot temperature finally cool down.
“Sorry, you just feel really warm.” Herman gently peels his chest off the fiery one, preparing himself to move.
“No shit, I'm a literal ove-ee-een,, a-ah ah..” Chad couldn’t even finish his sentence without Herman slowly withdrawing his long cock from the hotheaded’s ass, dripping like crazy and it’s making Robert’s eyes widened even further, holy shit that was inside him?
Once both men were fully separated, they reconnected again in warm and wet embrace. Herman ended up leaning in for a kiss while Chad planted back against tiredly, his soft gray eyes opened slightly to stare right upon the fiery’s lidded-shut adorable flustered face.
But his pupils end up catching the odd shape of a shadow in the light on the floor, he quickly flicks his eyes up to the cracked door, realizing he must have accidentally left the door open but his eyes caught the figure.
Robert’s brown eyes accidentally made eye contact with the gray one, he felt his heart drop so hard to his ass. He jolted aside to hide behind the wall, away from the door as he jerked his hand over to his mouth to cover it, making himself silent. His widened eyes soon shut tightly when realization drops to join his heart.
Fuck, there’s no way he didn’t see him.
His back pressed against the wall so hard like he’s trying to camouflage himself like a chameleon. Shit, now he can only hear voices happening in there, a small part of his brain wishing he had Invisigal’s ability which made him pause, okay. He’s going to need to have a long talk with himself tonight and a dozen packs of beers.
“Herm..Hermie? You okay? What happened…?” Chad broke the silence, noticing the change of tension in the air.
“Yea-yeah, no, yeah i’m okay, nothing happened,, ah, sorry. I-I was just thinking about ask,,asking Robert to send us home early, wh..what do you think?” Herman would reassure him, making sure he worded it correctly.
“Urk- yeah, that’s a good idea,, fuck that meeting, I’m exhausted.” Chad let out a long sigh. “How the fuck am I gonna clean this shit up?”
“I’ll help you, do you- er, do you need me to carry you to the shower?”
“I’m not a fucking maiden wetboy.”
“You’re my maiden… let me carry you.” There were quiet shuffling sounds in the background. “Fuck, you’re so corny.”
Robert immediately took this as his cue to leave silently as he can, creeping away off the wall without making noises with his shoes as possible. Once he felt like he was far enough of an ear distance, he took off speed walking. Feeling the tight ache in his pants, he’s going to have to hide in some bathroom to give himself several minutes to calm down before he returns back to the conference room.
Dreading the two conversations incoming already, one from the Z-Team asking why he was gone for so long and only to come back empty handed. That one, he can make some excuses, and as for the second one…
He was not going to be ready for Waterboy’s confrontation.