(Marvel) Rushed Respite
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salmon_pinkTitle: Rushed Respite
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Ben/Johnny
Rating: NC-17
Words: 468
Timeline: Fantastic Four #524
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comicdrabbles, prompt "disconnect".
So their powers are gone, temporarily. Bouncing around New York, apparently from one random person to the next, and Ben feels for the schmucks that get to taste what it feels like to be The Thing, even if it’s only for a few minutes.
At least they get to pass it on, give it back, returning that power to Ben once Reed’s finished with whatever doohickey he’s throwing together to make the transfer possible.
Won’t be long now, because it’s Reed, so they’ll be lucky if they have ten whole minutes before they’re summoned back to the lab.
Not enough time, because it’s never going to be enough time, but right now it’s all Ben’s got and it’s better than nothing.
Johnny’s eyes are glazed over. Kid’s been shaken since his brief stint as the Herald of Galactus, unfocused and skittish, but none of that’s got anything to do with his current hazy expression. That’s all to do with Ben’s hand where it’s shoved down Johnny’s tights, working him fast and frantic. Twisting his wrist into it, just to hear Johnny whine, biting his lip and pushing up into the touch.
Disconnected from his flame powers, the kid’s usual furnace of a body temperature is banked to something more human, but the flesh under Ben’s palm still manages to feel so hot. Thick and hard and pulsing in his hand, and Ben rubs his thumb over the head of Johnny’s cock, swallows the moan with a rough kiss. They’re in a back corridor, didn’t even make it to one of their bedrooms, and they need to keep the noise down or they’re screwed, out in the open like this, no matter how much Ben wants to hear Johnny’s voice.
There’s pre-come on his wrist and Johnny’s spit on his lips and Ben loves it. Only gets this once in a blue moon, when the universe goes wacky, when something messes with his powers. Getting to feel Johnny, really feel him, flesh-on-flesh. Tang of sweat on his tongue, because Johnny may not perspire when he’s the Human Torch, but right now he’s nothing of the sort, and it tastes so good.
They don’t have long, and he doesn’t want to rush, but they’ve got no choice. “Come on, bic-head,” he growls, lips pressed to Johnny’s jaw. “Wanna see you lose it.” And Johnny never does what Ben says, except for times like this, head thudding back against the wall as he wails into Ben’s mouth and comes all over his hand.
So fucking sweet, and Ben wants to savour it, but the clock’s still ticking. Watching Johnny pull himself together, cocky smirk on his swollen lips as he sinks to his knees, and Ben grins wide, hands tangled in Johnny’s hair, ready to enjoy what little time he has.
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Ben/Johnny
Rating: NC-17
Words: 468
Timeline: Fantastic Four #524
Notes: For
comicdrabbles, prompt "disconnect".So their powers are gone, temporarily. Bouncing around New York, apparently from one random person to the next, and Ben feels for the schmucks that get to taste what it feels like to be The Thing, even if it’s only for a few minutes.
At least they get to pass it on, give it back, returning that power to Ben once Reed’s finished with whatever doohickey he’s throwing together to make the transfer possible.
Won’t be long now, because it’s Reed, so they’ll be lucky if they have ten whole minutes before they’re summoned back to the lab.
Not enough time, because it’s never going to be enough time, but right now it’s all Ben’s got and it’s better than nothing.
Johnny’s eyes are glazed over. Kid’s been shaken since his brief stint as the Herald of Galactus, unfocused and skittish, but none of that’s got anything to do with his current hazy expression. That’s all to do with Ben’s hand where it’s shoved down Johnny’s tights, working him fast and frantic. Twisting his wrist into it, just to hear Johnny whine, biting his lip and pushing up into the touch.
Disconnected from his flame powers, the kid’s usual furnace of a body temperature is banked to something more human, but the flesh under Ben’s palm still manages to feel so hot. Thick and hard and pulsing in his hand, and Ben rubs his thumb over the head of Johnny’s cock, swallows the moan with a rough kiss. They’re in a back corridor, didn’t even make it to one of their bedrooms, and they need to keep the noise down or they’re screwed, out in the open like this, no matter how much Ben wants to hear Johnny’s voice.
There’s pre-come on his wrist and Johnny’s spit on his lips and Ben loves it. Only gets this once in a blue moon, when the universe goes wacky, when something messes with his powers. Getting to feel Johnny, really feel him, flesh-on-flesh. Tang of sweat on his tongue, because Johnny may not perspire when he’s the Human Torch, but right now he’s nothing of the sort, and it tastes so good.
They don’t have long, and he doesn’t want to rush, but they’ve got no choice. “Come on, bic-head,” he growls, lips pressed to Johnny’s jaw. “Wanna see you lose it.” And Johnny never does what Ben says, except for times like this, head thudding back against the wall as he wails into Ben’s mouth and comes all over his hand.
So fucking sweet, and Ben wants to savour it, but the clock’s still ticking. Watching Johnny pull himself together, cocky smirk on his swollen lips as he sinks to his knees, and Ben grins wide, hands tangled in Johnny’s hair, ready to enjoy what little time he has.
