BE LIKE CLAY

‘‘ Clay…your gonna make me make a mess.’‘ Nik chuckled trying to concentrate  and focus but he felt Clay’s fingers kneading into the muscle there, as he looked in the corner of his eye as Clay chin was just resting on his shoulder.

Nik knew Clay was pretty useless when it comes to being in the kitchen but he didn’t mind cooking…it was pretty fun to be focus on something that wasn’t about powers, worried someone blowing shit up and lectures. ‘’ Yeah alright…or you could pick out something that we can watch..’’ 

“but you’re fun when you make a mess.” maybe he should actually lay off nickolai for once -- the man getting to see clayton’s playful side, as rare as it was. it just felt nice to have someone around who knew him, before.

nik actually made a good point. “yeah, yeah.” and he rubbed his beard into the mentor’s neck for a minute before moving to the man’s couch, finding his remote. “horror sounds good, right now,” clay mused, spreading out wide over the seat as he started flicking through the options. “could use the adrenaline.”

The quarantine was like an everyday occurrence to him — or at least it used to be, back when he was an astronaut, back when he wasn’t this. So it was something he was deeply accustomed to: living the same bunch of people, working together, eating together, unable to leave and venture out (into the cosmos of space). Cooped up in a space never did good for anybody, but adaption was the key to it all, especially for a species like humanity. It was after all, called evolution.

“I’ve heard tall tales.” Devrim was intelligent, that much was a given, (he wouldn’t be who he was today without it) — but tactical games was a whole other field. Something he was sure he would be no match for. “Don’t think I’ll be much of a challenge. Wouldn’t an AI, EDVIN or someone like Dom or Noah be better suited for this?”

Still it wasn’t like he really had much to do.

Besides mentoring and training, all he had going for him was a little leisure and working out here and there. One chess game wouldn’t hurt, even if it had been years since he’d last played it.

thank fuck, he sat down. clayton knew he probably looked a bit of a mess, at least -- his expressions were tighter, body language tense, fingers itching for something to do. the isolation wasn’t the problem -- the lack of challenge, of contest, was.

“doesn’t feel right, taking edvin’s time like that.” lie; he doesn’t know if it’ll count, and he can’t predict how he’ll react if he gets thwarted. so many weeks without a win, a loss could tip him over. “dom? noah?” he cocked a look. “no idea who they are.”

Fuck. Just a bit more. Yeah. But feeling how Clay already feels like he was sucking his cockhead with his quivering sweetness, he couldn’t help but shudder into a shaky breath and a chuckle as he nudged on and slowly relished that wet heat. Tight. Tighter if he pushed. And he did. That with a grunt, Liam’s arms flexed against the tiles as he bucked and pushed his cock slowly into the other—feeling the tender walls stretch around his throbbing cock like a tight soppy vice. Almost in an instant, Liam tensed, from head to toe and root to tip as the sparks came in a wave that coursed through him, causing him to buck more and roll his hips up to further push himself in.

“F-fuck—” Liam felt his body shudder more, even weaken a bit that he leaned onto the other as well as his teeth raked against Clay’s neck and moaned on. A little bit more and he finally grunted and began to just gently roll his hips for a slow and shallow fuck.

slowly, liam started to fill him. clay’s chest only puffed up further, breaths pulling and pulling as he tried to relax through that firm, fat cock working its way past his lips. clay almost chuckled when he felt liam clench down, until that only made him fuck in further -- then it’s clay clamping down a little, but not much, his body still languid from the climax that flowed through his limbs, almost squelching around each throb and push of liam’s cock.

the quarantine was kinder to some, than others.

clayton managed to get a mission or two into his system before the lockdown, and it was enough for a while, but not for long. his body, his divine soul ached for combat. the strain of it, the stress of steel on steel. training only beat the cravings back, like a patch to carry over to the next pack. regardless of how long his power would last in isolation, he felt tense.

‘‘ I feel your breath on my neck…It tickles.’‘ Nik chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, looking at Clay who was eyeing the ingredients that was in the pot that was placed on the stove..as Nikolai was in the process of about cook and steam them to make some stir fry.  ‘‘ But…?’‘ Nik smirked

‘‘ I am positive sir…’‘ He’d teased. ‘‘ I know what I’m doing in the cook so chill out, it’ll taste great just wait and see.’‘ 

“you wanna see what tickles?” clay patted the taller man’s side with his hand, curling to dig fingers into the muscle there, huffing as he continued looking over nik’s shoulder.

he narrowed his eyes, then leaned down and took a whiff of the what was in the pan. but then he remembered he was just getting them ready for steaming. “right.” clay was useless in the kitchen, if it wasn’t already apparent. “guess I’ll just have to settle for distracting you.” pulling back, he settled his chin on nik’s neck. both of his hands on both of nik’s sides, now.

hefty arms crossed, clay looked over the spread of ingredients nickolai managed to provide. some of it, sure, made sense. but at a lot of it, his brow was raised. “I know I spent the last ten years on MREs, but...”

“You haven’t seen pictures of when I was a little kid, then,” Ramon chuckles, cringing at the thought of looking at his own baby photos he knew he mom had hidden away somewhere. May Clay never get to see them. Unless he wanted to. Maybe he would want to. Someday.

He gets up. “As long as we keep our clothes on—”

haha unless

“Not that I was planning to get naked or anything. Neither were you. Uh— right. let’s go.”

was it too soon? but a comment like that, clay felt the immediate urge to fix, to soothe, to mend. so it’s a total bro-soldier move when he presses lips to ramón ‘s hair, before he stands up. “you don’t gotta worry about that. I like the ramón that’s right here.”

and he turns to leave the room, leading ramón down to the shared showers, without a second word.

How Clay heaved on, massive tits just rolling into the shaky swell that crept along his body in a shudder and a buck was more than enough to make Liam smirk proudly as he met the other’s gaze—more so with how his eyes moved down to that muscle cunt, all swollen and flush. Wet. And even more tempting than before, especially with how the other’s fingers exposed more of that pink glistening folds that were just luring him in—get to that sweet center and all that. Liam has yet to feel him deep after all. That with his own cock still throbbing hard, he finally moved closer once again and finally steadied his base to let the drooling tip of his cock just slide between those lips—even feeling that slight clench that Liam could only growl low.

“Hm…” Liam kept his smirk as he gently rolled his hips, letting the heft of his cock just slide between the eager and soppy folds, watching how the other’s chest just swell on even more. “—well, if you say so… maybe I should just finger you more?” he hummed—but still, without warning, bucked firmly enough for his cock’s tip to break into the tight heat even if it was just a bit.

for a minute, clayton couldn’t tell what was water and what was sweat, running a hand up over his clenching stomach to rub over one of his bouncing pecs. still wracked by tremors, the solider let himself cool off as much as he could, under the steaming spray. at least, until he got a look at liam, smoothing his slick out over along his cock.

It was easy to feel when his fingers were knuckle deep in Clayton’s needy cunt—among other things that served as the tell of the other’s surrender. That as he felt the man’s soft walls just tighten up, hard and firm yet tender, Liam only wiggled his fingers inside, further pushing these sparks of pleasure especially right when the soldier was already succumbing to its overwhelming burst within him—all while he push against the heavy weight that he knew would buck down on him. Liam could at least admit it to himself that there was a thrill to it—one of the only clear things that he felt within his own haze too. Big, strong guy like Clay… yet there he is, riding the shudders that wracked his body as Liam felt every gush that got his hand all slick.

“That’s right—give me all that honey…” Liam growled low, face buried against Clay’s neck as Clay was buried against his own as he moans came broken and muffled. Liam flexed against the other’s body too; all to will himself to just not cum. Not yet. Not when Clay’s pussy is all soppy and swollen. And with a grunt, he finally nudged the other to ease up—maybe rest against the wall as he offered a smirk through his own breathless hiss. “—can’t waste this, can I?” he hummed on, broad chest swelling as he sighed through his own heat—more so as he wrapped his slick hand around his cock to coat it with the other’s juices while Clay caught his breath.

quake after quake still rolled through his limbs, his core, bouncing his chest and tensing his thighs, from the continued pressure liam tried to give. aftershocks, echoes of the climax still ravaging his system. at the way liam got verbal, clayton huffed, which grew to a chuckle, which rolled into a string of shaky, breathy laughs, continued on through shifting his weight from liam to the wall.

He watched the boy and took him in. He definitely wasn’t ‘just’ a friend asking Angel about him. Which kind of made him smile to know that people knew if they wanted to get to Ramon that they would have to come through him first, because he didn’t play any games when it came to that beautiful eyed boy. 

“As a mentor, you know I could never say!”  He smiled, giving the other a silly smile to know that things were tense. “He may have mentioned you once or twice.” He loved how poise the other was and he respected that for someone interested in Ramon. “Do you two want to be more then friends? Are you scared of dating him?” He remembered his husband had to deal with all the backlash Angel had gotten, because his husband married a trans male. Hopefully that’s calm down now. “Want to join me for some tea?”

everything clayton could remember about these kinds of conversations before, he tried to emulate it them. it wasn’t war. it wasn’t tactics, it wasn’t combat. it was emotions, it was at a level that he didn’t have to operate in for a number of years, now.

“if he did -- you don’t have to tell me.” clay felt like there was a wall, an obstacle, something keeping the interaction from really happening. all he had to do was knock it down. “I’m not--” his brows came together, but then he relaxed -- his shoulders loosened, the tension in his neck released. “I’m not afraid of dating ramón, because I’m like ramón. like you.” hoping he’d made his point, he settled into his chair a little; but his back was still straight.

“I’ve been burned much worse before, jerk,” Ramon chuckles, feeling ridiculous about this whole plan of his. But if they were gonna be forced inside until further notice, at least bleaching his hair gave him something else to think about until the circumstances changed. It also gave him an excuse to hang out with Clay, and he wasn’t gonna turn down one of those.

When his scalp starts to feel painful, Ramon decides it’s time to rinse. “Promise you won’t laugh if it looks ridiculous?”

“oh, so I walk over here to help you bleach your hair, and I’m the jerk.” but clayton’s tone lacks any and all of his usual acridity. he’s not as tense, here. not with ramón.

walking over, he lays a meaty hand on ramon’s shoulder, curling fingers to massage and soothe him. “I don’t think you can look ridiculous.” he says it sincerely, looking into ramón’s eyes. “now let’s go over to the showers.”

he had a pause in thought -- in the shower, with ramón. maybe this plan wasn’t too bad, after all.

Ramon grew friendly with an assortment of people since joining the Advocates, but Clay was by far the one he formed his deepest connection with. Even aside from their shared identity as trans supers, there was a mutual understanding between them; something he couldn’t put a finger on. He wished Clay would put a finger on him.

But he was also concerned about the unspoken tension between them; a vague feeling of closeness he yearned to make official. Explicit. He had a feeling Clay felt the same way. With an empty dorm and a quarantine in place, the idea of them finally making some progress… 

[txt]: ready when u are

He looks down at his phone and takes a deep breath. Don’t fuck this up, Fenix…

since clay got a response on his phone, rather than at the door, he took that as leave to just go inside. the space was clearly ramón’s, incredibly different from his own more militaristic and spartan space, which hit the point home more clearly.

he’s in ramón’s room again, for the night -- only this time, it’s not out of necessity.

“you ready to go rinse out?” he asked, looking over to see what ramón would look like with a cream-covered scalp -- and he did his best not to laugh. “or did you wanna test that heat resistance a little longer?”

[txt]: pretty sure nobody’s been assigned to it yet yeah [txt]: you planning on moving in big guy? :P

[txt]: you think I can get away with it? [txt]: I’ll bring enough for the night, at least. [txt]: and some extra.

concern for ramón’s scalp aside. clay packed a change of clothes, his shower set, and a few additions of his own, rolled up under the clothing. not to rush ramón, but he just wanted to be....prepared. just in case.