JEEPERS CREEPERS

Flambae’s hands trailed up along scarred hips, pressing them firmly against the mattress. He let his jaw relax as he took the remainder of the other’s dick into his mouth, nose pressing against the patch of hair above it. Robert’s hand reached up to comb his fingers through Flambae’s hair, hips instinctually jerking up against the hands that held him down.

Robert couldn’t help the breathy laugh that pulled from his lips, “If I realized it’d be this easy to shut you up-” his breath caught in his throat as Flambae bobbed his head, “Fuck I’d have said we do this ages ago.” 

A gloved hand groped at Flambae’s bare ass, the other trailing down along his spine before he felt something slick prodding at the tight ring of muscles. Flambae tried to sit up quickly, spluttering and coughing as he pulled his mouth away from Robert, much to Robert’s disappointment, to look over his shoulder that sparked in surprise. The hand on his back pressed down harder to keep him in place.

“Tsk. Cool down a bit, why don’t ya?” The voice was rough and Flambae recognized it almost immediately. 

“Fuck off-” Flambae snaps out of habit. 

His suspicions were confirmed from the look over his shoulder. Mecha Man stood behind him, front of his suit fully unzipped, resembling the deep V of Flambae’s own suit, and it didn’t take long for him to realize it was Mecha Man’s dick that was now pressing into him. Flambae let out a hiss that whistled between the gap in his teeth at the sting. His head fell forward, pressing against Robert’s inner thigh as he gasped and groaned, trying to adjust to the slightly unexpected penetration. He didn’t even remember that Mecha Man was back there, but fuck he wasn’t complaining right now. Mecha Man reached forward and grabbed a handful of Flambae’s hair and yanked his head up away from Robert’s thigh so his face was level with Robert’s dick once again, pulling a sharp, needy whine from his throat. 

“Don’t leave him hanging now. You were doing so good for a second there don’t fuck this up too.” Mecha Man coos at him, mockingly. 

Robert’s hand cupped Flambae’s face, his thumb stroking his cheek as he looked down at him expectantly, his brow raised. Flambae’s face flushed, but he didn’t hesitate to do as requested. He leaned forward, licking a stripe along the underside of Robert’s dick before taking the tip in his mouth. Robert rolls his hips up trying to press deeper into Flambae’s mouth. Flambae was quick to respond, taking his length fully in his mouth.

“There you go, taking it so well.” Robert grunts.

Mecha Man started to pick up the pace from behind, hips snapping hard against Flambae’s ass. The bed creaked beneath the three of them with the increase in speed and as Flamabae began to rock back and forth to meet Mecha Man’s thrusts on the backwards movement and fully deepthroat Robert’s not so tiny little peen on the forward movement. His tongue was almost burning hot as it swirled around the tip for a moment before resuming the steady pace he had set before. Robert’s hands gripped tightly at Flambae’s scalp as he felt his stomach twist in that familiar sensation of an incoming orgasm as Flambae muffled his own moans around his dick. Mecha Man was relentless in his thrusting, having found Flambae’s prostate and choosing to abuse the spot. Flambae’s back arches, small sparks flickering along the expanse of his bar back, causing any lingering sweat to evaporate. 

“Chad- ah fuck- I’m gonna-” Robert wasn’t able to finish his sentence before shoving Flambae’s head down and holding him there as he came down his throat.

Flambae’s head spun at the sound of Robert moaning his name like that. Fuck he didn’t even remember telling him his name, but god did it sound good when he said it like that. He almost felt like he could have cum just from that. Mecha Man reached an arm around Flambae’s chest and pulled him up onto his knees. Robert’s head was tilted back as he struggled to catch his breath for a short moment before he crawled forward to catch Flambae in an open mouthed kiss. His hands trailed along Flambae’s chest as his tongue pressed deeper into his mouth. Mecha Man leaned his head against Flambae’s neck before alternating between biting and sucking hard bruises along the curve of his neck. The faint smell of smoke hardly registered in Flambae’s pleasure riddled brain. Mecha Man’s rhythm finally began to falter, he groaned into Flambae’s ear as he pressed his hips flush to his ass and came. Flambae rolled his hips back against Mecha Man with a desperate whine.

“Don’t stop fucker.” He hisses, trying to regain any of the friction he was receiving before.

Robert leaned back out of the way, giving the space for Mecha Man to shove Flambae forward, pressing him firmly against the mattress. The noise that came from Flambae’s mouth was obscene, short, high pitched, and honestly obnoxious. His brows furrowed in confusion as the sound seemed to continue from somewhere outside himself. As much as he tried to focus on the tightening knot in his stomach, the piercing noise wouldn’t leave him alone. 

Flambae shot up in bed, sunlight flowing in through the open blinds. His head darted around, blinking frantically as that high pitched beeping noise followed him out of the dream. 

“What the fuck-” Finally his gaze picked up on the smoke from beside him. “Oh fucker,” he curses. 

He yanked his hand away from the flame slowly curling along the wrinkles of the sheets. More curses flowed from his mouth as he smacked at the fire to extinguish it. Blankets were thrown to the side as he got to his feet, waving at the screaming smoke detector. After a minute of waving away smoke and cracking open a window the room finally fell silent. Flambae looked down at himself, feeling his face flush a deep red as he realized that he was rock hard despite waking up mere minutes ago. 

“Did I really just fucking- about fucking Bob-Bob and FUCKING Mecha Man are you kidding me!” A pillow flung across the room, hitting the wall with a harmless thump.