a man changed

“Certainly! You have a slight glow to your expression that suggest something otherwise,” he hummed with a clear glimmer in his eyes. As they began walking, Thor fished out his own flask taking a hefty swig before replying. “Thor. Son of Odin, god of thunder. And what shall I call you?” he mused, glancing over at his new companion. “There’s some beer stands around, but if you’re interested in something else, we could snag a nearby bar.”

guy absolutely noticed thor’s personal drink, his eyes almost glued to it -- only moving to the man’s throat to watch it bob with that swallow. he could ask for a sip of his own, but that’d be a different kind of rude than his own personal brand. “well, if it isn’t a pleasure to meet a god.” guy puffed himself up, resisting the urge to slip the suit on even if for a second. “guy gardner, green lantern honor guard.” he threw in a wink for good measure. “I’m a sucker for a good bar, if you got a favorite.” he nodded to the side, down the road. “the ones with the flags are the good ones for the week, right?”

         Well, at least Gardner got to the answer that Arthur was looking for—didn’t stop him from chuckling though; partly to mock the man’s apparent distraction, though it was mostly just as weary and wistful ——— what he wouldn’t give for a damn whiskey right at that moment. His bare chest hitched for a grunt; maybe he could nap it off and wake up to a full bar back home. But for the moment, with Gardner strapping on his seatbelt, he might as well follow suit after some things to check. “—well, you seem a bit off in the head but we’re still standing, right?” Arthur chuckled then, chest jugging on before it slackened into a thick swell right above the other as he reached over to the console’s far side to make sure that their flight path is all set and ready.

“——— nothing a good nap can’t fix, right?” he followed on then, not minding much his state than the task at hand. That as he reached for the deeper console to double check the numbers, given that they were both tired, he leaned on and even grabbed at the backrest of Guy’s seat for support before letting the weight of his brawn and everything else sway on more onto the Lantern ———- almost feeling the warmth of that face.  

guy huffed. “m’always off in the head.” if he didn’t say it, sure as day arthur was probably thinking it. “it’s my natural state of being.” there’s even a coy smile, all teeth, not that atlantean could see it. arthur’s weight made guy’s seat settle back, just a touch. muscle was heavy. so, naturally, arthur probably weighed quite a bit. not that guy was running any numbers in his head, but if he was this much last time he checked -- in earth gravity mind you -- then arthur had to be at least...

heat brushed against his side, radiating from somewhere on arthur’s skin. he was being leaned over, the seat low enough and arthur tall enough to manage folding at the waist to where the bend was around guy’s shoulder.

speaking of guy’s shoulder, he turned to see if that was a shin or a thigh on him, when he froze. plump, full of life, even twitching a little. arthur’s not-so-little kingly scepter, laid flaccid over the shoulder of his jacket. dangerously, dangerously close to his lips. guy tried to look up at arthur, his gaze repeatedly drawn back to the atlantean’s mast, but he could only get as high as an ample pectoral.

dean nodded, though his mind was no longer focused on the lanterns and his words. he was formulating a plan. her target, jakob whorrsman was a known criminal syndicate mastermind in seattle. he had spread his influence elsewhere and he intended to find out why.

having guy as backup would prove beneficial if things took a turn for the worst. there was a part of dean that was sincerely hoping the lead was a bust. he continued stalking down the road, keeping an eye on his surroundings and the people that occupied them. finally, he came to a stop in front of a bar door. looking at guy, he nodded to indicate that this was the right place. without giving it a second though, dean kicked the door in and stepped inside. immediately dozens of pairs of eyes were on them.

“sorry to crash your party.”

they didn’t look too happy to be interrupted.

silence, sure. dean sussed out that he could be quiet when he needed to, even if it wasn’t near as fun or satisfying.

guy had a special relationship with earth criminals. having a few near misses in life meant every stark face was a potential reflection, a shard of possibility each narrowly avoided, had he ignored his brother’s words. only now, those faces had arms, and some of those arms had guns.

guy took the brief lull of stunned, unsure silence to close the door behind them. just in case.

         Good thing Gardner still had some juice in him—the alternative isn’t really fun if it came down to it for the Lantern. As for Arthur, with the other’s safety ensured as he stood at the mouth of the back hold, he dipped down for a surge and maneuvered enough for a momentum that had him blast off from the massive splash through the surface—only enough to make him hover a bit and have it guide his fall to the lip of the entry on both feet. He walked on then, knowing fully that it was bound to heave up to close and finally fly off to the sunset where he can get a fresh set of clothes. Arthur was drenched—but not much to make a good trail of puddle since he didn’t even have his pants on anymore. He’s strong, yeah—but he didn’t have what Superman has to keep his clothes on. Not that he minded it either. He was used to it.

So as he sauntered off into the passenger hold of the Javelin, there was no shame on Arthur as he walked on glistening wet in his entire brawny nakedness. “—you hurt, Gee?” he finally spoke, looking over his shoulder as he was practically showing his entire back side to the other. “I don’t think they stocked up this pile of metal with whiskey—but there’s first aid if you need it…”

some folks didn’t need a damn daily affirmation to keep their juices flowing. one such was the king of atlantis himself, mister seafood curry special himself. like a rocket, arthur shot from the water, and guy stepped aside to allow him, to pass, only his own hair wet from the dip and he planned to keep it that way.

but. no, really. butt. arthur’s firm, tattooed backside was fully flexed and on display. not that guy hadn’t mooned the team once or twice on his own, but this was utterly something else, especially to his relatively newly affect-able mindset. guy’s emerald gaze traveled up and down those molten tan, black-lined hills, until arthur spoke to get his attention. his eyes shot up, brows lifted, totally caught. “just whiskey.” to keep the air moving, guy shoved past arthur’s ample, dripping form, taking a seat in the pilot’s chair in front of aquaman, facing the window. “suit’ll heal me just fine when I power back up later.” he did his best to ignore the heat that radiated from arthur, soaking into the bare skin of the back of his neck.

eddie grinned lazy and smug at the compliment and leaned away from guy, if only to get the full debaucherous picture the man painted while toeing the edge of climax. it was a sight to behold but eddie couldn’t stop his eyes from falling closed when fingers ran through his hair. a soft guttural groan pulled from his chest at the other man’s suggestion. that sounds quickly shifted to a yelping whine when venom pulled at the rim of his hole with approval. despite finding the idea incredibly appealing, eddie wasn’t too sure he could get up on his feet to see it through. his knees ached from the hard floor and the numbness of his legs was only exaggerated by the pleasure coursing through him.

luckily, venom was invested in his pleasure enough to help him up. his broad body was yanked up from the floor and eddie quickly caught onto guy to steady himself. “ fuckin’ christ… ” it was an awkward position given they both had their jeans around their knees but eddie wasn’t complaining. not with the way his cock persistently pressed to the fabric of his jock and rubbed against the bare skin of guy’s erection. it was almost enough friction to get him off but venom knew his body like an open book and quickly killed his impending climax. —[ focus, eddie. we wouldn’t want to disappoint your new friend. ]– venom supplied while laughing in his head.

eddie huffed and righted himself. the public space was all but forgotten as he gave guy a quick kiss and kicked his jeans off. with nothing on but his shirt and jockstrap, eddie turned around to brace himself against the wall and spread his legs. “ c'mon, big guy… show me what the load of yours is like. paint my ass real pretty, ” it wasn’t his best line but the best his brain could do right now. his ass in full view as venom’s one thick tendril separated into many to pull his cheeks apart and drag at the edge of his hole. his head dropped against the wall while he pitifully whined out.

whatever conversation was goin’ on eddie’s head, guy didn’t mind, since it set the man to whimpering and shuddering around him at every turn. when the journo stood, his taut bundle pressed against guy’s own dripping cock, making the lantern groan louder than he’d been the whole time. he had half a mind to reach for eddie’s hips, pull them together, since he’d really come to appreciate the weight of a stout man’s body against his own. but he’d made an offer, and venom seemed interested enough.

thing is, guy didn’t have a symbiote to pinch his cum back, so eddie had to grip his own base hard to keep from making eddie’s jock any messier than it already was. the wait was, while difficult, absolutely worth it.

eddie was a vision, his shirt over the creamy skin of his ass, framed by the strap of his well-fitting jock. guy hummed, taking a few seconds to enjoy the view, even bouncing his dick off those pulled-open cheeks. it’s corny, but the man looked so good. but, all good things had to come to an end, and guy’s end wasn’t gonna hold out forever. he started by keeping to the script, tugging himself from base to crown with a steady fist, quickening breaths pulling his hips off the machines towards eddie’s waking body. venom was spreading him open so wide, so sweet, eddie’s wide hole looking so plush and inviting...

“It’s back here or out in the heat with everyone else crowding outside. I just figured you’d want a little luxury in your life.” He glanced towards the lantern as he gathered the ingredients for Guy’s drink. The Sapphire raised a brow in his direction at the follow up question of a ring. It actually made Carroll chuckle; the dark haired CEO shaking his head.

“Not unless you have a broken heart.” He responded. Though the comment may have exposed something about himself. Yes, those Sapphire Rings sought out their wearers capable of incredible love but were left with holes in voids in their heart. Break-Ups, Unrequited Love, Death of a loved one, all were contenders to put someone on the platform to wield the violet light. “Besides, if I wanted to recruit you to my corps, you’d be trapped in a Crystal instead of lounging on a loveseat.” After mixing the drink, he moved towards the area and took a seat next to Guy, handing him his screwdriver. Carroll himself simply wielded a bottle of yuengling. One because he wanted it and two, subtly rub Guy’s comment about the tent being too upscale for a beer back in his face.

“Are you actually worried I’m some sort of threat to you? I’m getting the vibe that you’re nervous as hell. You need to relax.” the violet lantern took a pull from his beer. “I know I…did things in the past. But it wasn’t me. Or rather…it’s just complicated. Just know I’m not your enemy. Alright?”

there’s a snort. “definitely not eligible for one of yours, then.” guy’s heart, and his spank bank, were relatively full at the moment. he lounged back, arms laid across either side of the couch, even within smacking distance of carroll. “don’t worry, this definitely beats a cry-- hey, hey!” his brows draw in, but he grins, knocking his chin up at carroll’s bottle. “you didn’t say you had black & tan.” point taken. if he lasted to drink two, it’s a beer, facade be damned.

at carroll’s insistence, guy sighs. “at lease one of us said it.” his head rolled along the back of the couch to look at the other -- ceo, sapphire lantern, icon. “and here I was stepping on toes because I didn’t want to piss you off.” the hand near carroll flipped over, palms open, fingers curled just slightly. “we had a fiasco with a whole bunch of rings going on a whole bunch of guys, and. I came out of it different.” that same hand lifted, arm curling at the elbow, his wrist swirling in a circle motion towards his head. “so if you’re up for a fresh start, chief executive officer ferris, I sure as hell am.”

with that, he tilted the screwdriver back, pulling a good amount before offering that active hand for a shake. “you in?”

        Bout time their damn ride came.  Arthur was almost worried that the creature’s mom and dad and three other step-brothers would finally come around and give them both a little more headache than what the one they just downed already threw at them. Not like Green Powerade grows in trees either. Arthur’s not gonna wait around until Hannukah either. And while Arthur can torpedo his way through the waters, he’d like to think that he’s above leaving men behind even if Guy has a certain brand of a grate right about him ——— at least he wasn’t Batman, that’s for sure. That as the Javelin hovered all by itself right above them, its own turbine pushing Arthur into a dragging sway along the surface, the King nodded to the other as he kept his head up to surface, his grip on his trident tightening as if that too was a reassurance to the other.

“Get on, Gardner! And keep the door open for me!” he called out to the man above him as his body tensed on, waiting for a good steady lull where he can launch himself up from the waters and straight to the cruiser.

this damn under the sea bullshit was meant to be over with hours ago. guy was nearing the end of his battery life, trying not to get crushed under the literal weight of the ocean, maintaining only enough juice for his suit to pressurize him -- which meant flight was out of the question, leaving him at the atlantean’s mercy.

at the signal, the lantern nodded, tapping some of what he had left to fly into the waiting bay of the shuttle. as soon as he landed, he dropped the suit -- leaving him with a mostly dead ring, in his boots, jeans, and dark green tee. “come on!” he shouted down, waiting for arthur to make the jump. “we ain’t got all day!”

venom was great at a lot of things but dirty talk wasn’t really one of those things. not that they needed to be, given that eddie shared a physical and mental bond with the symbiote. however, the journalist had over twenty years of sexual experience before venom came into the picture and he had grown quite fond of the growl in someone’s voice as filthy thoughts spilled off their tongue. luckily for him, guy seemed like a talker. a happy little moan climbed up his throat at the hand on his neck, and he pushed in further to let his lips slide down a thick shaft. it was a little hard to concentrate with venom inside him and persistently nudging his prostate. eddie had enough practice to blow most men with ease but every push of that tendril caused him to softly choke around guy. he eventually planted his hands on the other man’s powerful thighs and forced himself to think past the haze of pleasure. his throat soon relaxed and venom mentally hummed their approval as eddie’s nose finally brushed against red pubic hair. —[ knew you could do it, eddie. ]– the praise had his eyes falling closed in bliss while he simply let the other man’s cock rest in his throat for a moment. wanting to change the game up and leave eddie sputtering for oxygen, venom thickened the tendril inside their host and dragged its suddenly ribbed surface over his prostate. the noise eddie let out as he yanked himself off guy’s cock was obscene and wounded. his tongue doing its best to lick up the lingering spittle on his lips. “ christ, v… a guy’s trying to enjoy himself here,” he mumbled. his hand wrapped around the lantern’s girth to lazily stroke his spit-slick shaft. “sorry about that… anywhere special you want to cum ? ” his eyes peered up at guy with a hungry, teasing look.

that cute little almost squeak of joy when guy got mouthy -- he didn’t know what it meant at first, but he could feel eddie react well to the placement of his hand. so he pulled, just a little harder, to give the man what he seemed to want. getting head was getting head, sure. but add venom to the mix, and eddie’s own personal flare, and it’s like he was figuring things out all over again.

when he felt eddie’s throat seize up around him, guy started to buckle. he was concerned, sure, but the way eddie’s throat gently kneaded his cock as he fought to control himself? and then, and then, feeling the man just. relax around him, that neck blooming like a flower to caress around his head and however much else he’d taken down. guy’s chest was just south of heaving, pulling in quantities of air to keep himself level. with eddie just resting with guy fully buried in his neck, the lantern was able to bring himself back down, despite the heat and sweet pressure still wrapped around him.

venom nearly broke the both of them -- eddie’s sudden gasp and drag almost shot guy over then and there, leaving him bent over and panting, one hand on eddie’s shoulder for support. “shit,” guy hissed. “shit, shit, shit, goddamn you got a mouth on you, ed.” his head thunked back against the raised dryer, the lantern wiping the sweat from his brow with a breathy chuckle. “after that one, you can almost have it where you want it.” the hand still on eddie’s neck reached up, sliding into the man’s hair. “but if it’s up to me, I’d like to glaze that ass of yours. maybe give your pal a little extra grease to work with, yeah?”

dean was thankful that, at the very least, guy was aware of his motion sickness. the landing was anything but gentle, but dean could tell the lantern was doing his best with what he had. breathing a sigh, he examined the tablet again, now that he was back on solid ground he was able to focus more clearly than he could when they were in the air. “providing this tip is good, and there’s no gurantee that it is … it’ll be this way.” he directed motioning in the direction of some seedy looking bars.

activiating a tracker on the device, on the off chance that they would need backup for whatever reason, dean stalked of, following the blipping dot on the device. he knew that guy wouldn’t be far behind him, so he didn’t feel the need to check up on the lantern. “do lantern laws only apply to space, or are there guidelines to earth, too?”

guy was content to take direction on this one. earth was his jurisdiction, sure, but on the street? he was just a spare set of hands. dean double- and triple- checked their vector. with responsible folk like the canary around, maybe the world was in good hands.

  [ you’re drooling, eddie. ]                      { fuck off. i am not. }

maybe he was salivating, a little. eddie left swallowing heavily as his eyes took in the way red fabric stretched tightly over thighs and the thick girth of guy’s cock. it had been a while since he had this kind of opportunity. venom could easily shift themselves into any phallic shape imaginable and at any size, but there was no mimicking the silken heat of another man’s cock on his tongue. his mind made up, venom’s face receded out of view as eddie stalked forward.

  “ play your cards right and you can have more than just a glimpse… ” eddie stated with a sly grin. his own fingers were hooked into the elastic of guy’s briefs. he tugged and gave himself the perfect view of coarse red pubes that crowned the base of the other man’s cock. his grip on the waistband used to pull guy to the end of the stacked machines so that he could push him against the side of the last washer. eddie was quick to drop to his knees when they were out of the immediate view of the laundromat’s window. “ try not to blow your first load too fast, yea ? ”

eddie wrapped his lips around the tip to tease with his tongue and venom slithered around his waist. his own jeans were unbuttoned and dragged down by the symbiote to reveal a firm ass left bare by eddie’s jockstrap. a hum of pleasure muffled by guy’s girth when a tendril as thick as two fingers continued to push inside eddie.

with his jeans at his knees, he almost had to waddle to the end of the row, especially with how eddie pulled him forward. an offer of more was more than enough motivation to follow along. the solid thunk of his back against the plastic-coated metal was satisfying, but nowhere near as good as watching that handsome face descend down to dick-level.

“no promises, pal.” his chuckle was a little dark, and definitely heated. while eddie’s thick, pillowy lips sealing around him was certainly not a sight to miss -- venom’s efforts kept drawing his attention. guy’s breaths were measured, metered in an attempt to keep himself from rocketing too high too quickly. eddie’s hum buzzed around his head, so he looked back to the writer. but then venom’s limbs seemed to thicken, so he dragged his gaze back over that jock and...damn, that was an ass. guy’s nearly chewing on his lip, huffing his own little groans and sighs, watching as venom’s dark limb worked eddie open, almost agonizingly slow.

eddie didn’t offer a response to the comment about copping a feel but the flush that ran up the back of his neck said enough. and despite his best effort to ignore guy and go about doing his own laundry, the other man felt like as much of a lingering presence as venom did. maybe not quite as much, though. since venom was pointedly nudging against his prostate just to leave him desperately squirming before guy’s intense gaze. it all made the task of starting his next two loads of laundry seemingly impossible and an eternity passed before he got both machines running.

venom cackled in his head at the pun guy threw their way and eddie wondered where the man got off on being such a charming smartass. of course, that thought only left venom laughing harder in his head at his own unintended pun. the bastard was enjoying this far too much for eddie’s liking, which was proven true when venom pointed out that they had a whole ‘nother hour of waiting ahead of them. eddie quietly cursing under his breath and turned around at the lantern’s voice.

he only had a moment to regret his decision to do so before his gaze was glued to the bulge in guy’s pants. it was no less obvious than his own and a whole variety of images flashed in eddie’s mind. most of them were provided by venom. —[ ask him, eeeddie. ]– he licked his suddenly dry lips then decided what the hell… “ can i suck you off ? ” the words came out as an uneven croak. venom licking over his ear and pressing deeper into his body with clear approval.

there’s pride in knowing his little tease was having an effect on the other. broad shoulders were flat against the higher machine on the stack, his feet a good bit in front of him, really letting him lean back against the humming dryer. his brown leather coat fell open, framing his sides, letting his shirt pull taut over the swells of his chest, his solid core. and his jeans, well. the shirt pulled up a bit, revealing a strip of his stomach, warm with red hair.

“you can damn near do what you want,” guy offered, popping his fly and shoving his jeans down to his knees. the dark red trunks underneath were tight to his legs and tenting hard, his thick thighs pulling the fabric just as taut as his hidden pillar of a cock. “as long as I get a glimpse of what’s goin’ on back there. doesn’t gotta be right now, but I wanna see how wide open your buddy’s got you, to get a tough-lookin’ guy like you panting so hard.”

 “Ah. I am glad to hear so. It certainly is good news then. Freedom is a good look on you,” he chuckled, peering at Guy with a curious but content expression on his face. Thor never really understood why it had been so difficult for Earth to accept the freedom of companionship for so long, but perhaps he always had the perspective of an outsider. “It is good, to find companionship with someone you trust,” Thor nodded, gesturing towards Guy’s statement. “This should be a celebration though! A reason for drinking and festivities, no?” The thunder god always looked for an opportunity for some fun, especially when it was hard to get at times. “Come. A round of drinks on me, if you’re interested.”