that nestled at the base of the tree, encouraging it to spread, to thicken and coat the ground as a lush blanket.
“What are you up to, Bobby?” asked Mike, pulling away slightly.
“Oh nothing, just thought I’d make us a bit more comfortable,” he said, trying to sound innocent, but Mike’s skeptical look made it clear he wasn’t buying it. Robert pushed Mike backward so he landed on the soft moss, and wormed his fingers into a patch of grass that sprouted skyward and surrounded them in an arc of green, like a swaying windbreaker. “No nettles now,” he said with a grin, leaning over Mike and enjoying the mixed expression of anticipation and nervousness that made Mike look even more attractive.
“What if someone comes?” asked Mike, but at the same time, he was pulling Robert toward him.
“Then they’ll get one hell of a show.”
Robert swooped down and kissed Mike, putting a stop to any further words of concern. Mike groaned into the kiss, and Robert slid his hand under Mike’s T-shirt, finding the soft downy hair that covered his belly. Eight years, eight wasted years where he’d fooled himself that he could fill the Mike-shaped hole in his life with nameless bodies. The warm skin beneath his hand triggered a flood of memories, which were brought into sharp focus as he deepened the kiss, a possessive show of what was once his and what he hoped would be again.
He sat back a moment, and Mike moaned in disappointment. “Impatient,” chided Robert as he shrugged off his denim jacket and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
Mike was quick to follow suit, and Robert drank in the sight of seeing Mike half-naked in front of him, with a prominent bulge in his jeans that mirrored Robert’s own state of arousal. Robert ran his hand over Mike’s soft stomach, not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but Mike didn’t have the definition of his own torso, and Robert loved the contrast in their physiques. He unbuttoned Mike’s fly, releasing each button in turn before pulling down both the denim and Mike’s cotton boxers, releasing his very eager cock.
Seconds later, Robert’s own jeans and underwear were halfway down his thighs. He rolled onto his side and pulled Mike flush against him, working his hand between them and capturing both their cocks together and setting a steady rhythm.
“Fuck,” gasped Mike, before biting down onto Robert’s shoulder.
Robert growled as Mike’s teeth grazed his skin. Mike pressed against him, their bodies close together, making the world around them blur into nonexistence. Robert was vaguely aware of how the grass trembled in synch with Mike as he keened and shuddered, but he blanked out the purrs and hums from the tree, which appeared to be as delighted as Robert to have Mike back. He had plans for later, when they were in a bed and in private, but for now, all Robert wanted was to have Mike in his arms, to feel his release and rekindle one of a multitude of memories they’d laid down as teenagers.
Later, when there was a locked door and a bed with tangled sheets, he’d take his time, enjoy mapping out all the little changes the years had brought. But for now he wanted Mike to gasp and writhe with his release, wanted him to shudder as they both came together. He tightened his grip slightly and sped up his action, Mike growling his approval and trailing a line of bites across Robert’s shoulder.
He couldn’t last long, his powers racing through him as his orgasm hit, and Mike followed seconds later with an enthusiastic cry.
Robert swore he could feel Mike’s grin as he settled against his chest. And he knew he was wearing an identical one as he puffed out his cheeks and tried to regain his breath.
“You shouldn’t be so out of breath,” teased Mike. “You’re supposed to be a superhero.”
“Hey, I’ve been in hospital!”
“Excuses, excuses.”
Robert smirked, enjoying the sensation of Mike’s erratic breath ghosting across his skin. “You’re
“What are you up to, Bobby?” asked Mike, pulling away slightly.
“Oh nothing, just thought I’d make us a bit more comfortable,” he said, trying to sound innocent, but Mike’s skeptical look made it clear he wasn’t buying it. Robert pushed Mike backward so he landed on the soft moss, and wormed his fingers into a patch of grass that sprouted skyward and surrounded them in an arc of green, like a swaying windbreaker. “No nettles now,” he said with a grin, leaning over Mike and enjoying the mixed expression of anticipation and nervousness that made Mike look even more attractive.
“What if someone comes?” asked Mike, but at the same time, he was pulling Robert toward him.
“Then they’ll get one hell of a show.”
Robert swooped down and kissed Mike, putting a stop to any further words of concern. Mike groaned into the kiss, and Robert slid his hand under Mike’s T-shirt, finding the soft downy hair that covered his belly. Eight years, eight wasted years where he’d fooled himself that he could fill the Mike-shaped hole in his life with nameless bodies. The warm skin beneath his hand triggered a flood of memories, which were brought into sharp focus as he deepened the kiss, a possessive show of what was once his and what he hoped would be again.
He sat back a moment, and Mike moaned in disappointment. “Impatient,” chided Robert as he shrugged off his denim jacket and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
Mike was quick to follow suit, and Robert drank in the sight of seeing Mike half-naked in front of him, with a prominent bulge in his jeans that mirrored Robert’s own state of arousal. Robert ran his hand over Mike’s soft stomach, not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but Mike didn’t have the definition of his own torso, and Robert loved the contrast in their physiques. He unbuttoned Mike’s fly, releasing each button in turn before pulling down both the denim and Mike’s cotton boxers, releasing his very eager cock.
Seconds later, Robert’s own jeans and underwear were halfway down his thighs. He rolled onto his side and pulled Mike flush against him, working his hand between them and capturing both their cocks together and setting a steady rhythm.
“Fuck,” gasped Mike, before biting down onto Robert’s shoulder.
Robert growled as Mike’s teeth grazed his skin. Mike pressed against him, their bodies close together, making the world around them blur into nonexistence. Robert was vaguely aware of how the grass trembled in synch with Mike as he keened and shuddered, but he blanked out the purrs and hums from the tree, which appeared to be as delighted as Robert to have Mike back. He had plans for later, when they were in a bed and in private, but for now, all Robert wanted was to have Mike in his arms, to feel his release and rekindle one of a multitude of memories they’d laid down as teenagers.
Later, when there was a locked door and a bed with tangled sheets, he’d take his time, enjoy mapping out all the little changes the years had brought. But for now he wanted Mike to gasp and writhe with his release, wanted him to shudder as they both came together. He tightened his grip slightly and sped up his action, Mike growling his approval and trailing a line of bites across Robert’s shoulder.
He couldn’t last long, his powers racing through him as his orgasm hit, and Mike followed seconds later with an enthusiastic cry.
Robert swore he could feel Mike’s grin as he settled against his chest. And he knew he was wearing an identical one as he puffed out his cheeks and tried to regain his breath.
“You shouldn’t be so out of breath,” teased Mike. “You’re supposed to be a superhero.”
“Hey, I’ve been in hospital!”
“Excuses, excuses.”
Robert smirked, enjoying the sensation of Mike’s erratic breath ghosting across his skin. “You’re
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