“You got that right, bro. Yer sure about that? I think I heard enough. You ain’t quiet, d’ya know that? I didn’t have to be pressed against a wall, I sure as hell had a good enough seat while laying in bed. So, you wanna try that again? Or should we talk ‘bout whose name you were moanin’ out with your hand around your cock? I mean, I’m honored, man. Truly. I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

“Pfft, yeah, cause that’s....” Norman couldn’t think of a comeback. He could only kick himself for not being sure the house was empty when he chose to jack off. He didn’t really like guys all that much, but his brother was different. He wasn’t like the annoying boys at his school who acted like morons all the time and pushed him around. He was a man. Norman watched him often, jealous of his brother’s fit body and confidence.  Watching him work on things around the motel or washing their mom’s car while shirtless on a warm day was something he brushed off as envy, but the truth was that his manly attitude got him going more than he wanted to admit. “And really, you can’t...you can’t just say I’m some kind of pervert when you’re watching and listening to me having private time in my room. What does that make you?”

Masculine hands ran up the other’s inner thigh, his lips wetting as fingers hooked around his friend’s jeans as his strength pulled them to the man’s ankles. Clark wasn’t someone who needed to be told twice, especially when it came to James. His mouth was more than willing to abide by any demand that was said by the other. The alien dropped to his knees while a soft thump echoed throughout the room, his eyes flickering up as a hand wrapped itself around the man’s shaft. “You better give it to me good. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had a good, rough fucking. And we both know no one fucks me as well as you do.” Lips stretched over the head, his tongue darting out to lick the tip as his lips slid down James’ length. His fingers stroked the length in his hand, his gaze staying focused on the other as he fed more inches into the heat of his eager mouth.

James bit his lip as he watched Clark go to his knees without hesitation, smirking as the man spoke. “You know I will, but you gotta talk less and suck more.” James instructed. “Get it hard, Superman.” Hands knotting in the jet black hair of the man before him, James began to push his head down further on his cock, thrusting forward to meet with him and push his cock down deeper into Clark’s throat with a groan. He liked that he got to treat Clark like his own personal slut. Something about making the strongest man in the world his play thing make him feel powerful. He gave Clark a light slap on the cheek to encourage him, groaning as he felt his cheeks hallow around his cock. “Show me how much you missed me and I’ll show you how much I missed you.”

“How dull are we talking about here? Because if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, you’re lucky I came. I always did have a knack for keeping you company, I can even say I excel at it. I guess now it’s just up to you to make the next move.”

“Well there’s been no shortage of adventure during the day but at night... Get’s just about as boring as you could possibly imagine. There are skills only you have , Clark. Skills I really miss when nights get hard. Really, really hard. Believe me, I try to entertain myself but it’s just not as good. I could make the next move, but I’d rather sit back while you get on your knees and show me how much you missed me too before you start begging. I know you like it rough, Big Guy, but it’s no fun fucking you unless you get my dick wet first like only you can.”

“Are we gonna pretend like you haven’t been staring at me all night? I know looking’s free and all but you could at least buy me a drink.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, yano. You got the stamina but you still need charm someone first. I ain’t like you. I’m more of a one guy kind of person. I’d rather someone be focused solely on me than worrying about someone else. Call me selfish but at least I get off that way.”

“So you’re saying I don’t have charm? Thanks, Isaac. Thanks a lot. I  know that isn’t how it works, a lot of things I thought would work out if I became a werewolf didn’t exactly pan out, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less frustrated about it. Scott makes it look easy, so does Derek -- you probably get attention too looking like that but most people don’t even notice that I exist and I’m not about to have sex with Stiles. Even though it’ probably my best option right now since I’d do anything to get off at this point.”

“Thanks, Caleb... For letting me use your shower, I mean. And for letting me crash here. It’s been a long day and I needed that hot water on my back to help me unwind.”

“Do they now? Care to share why? I mean, I’m finding it a little hard to understand why anyone would find you relaxing. Unless you have something up your sleeve, or any other piece of clothing.”

“You go on ahead and pretend you don’t hear moaning comin’ from my tent every night and see a bunch of happy people leaving in the morning. Not like there’s a whole lot on TV for us to watch out here, might as well fuck the boredom away. Might even help the population if you know what I mean. It’s some caveman shit in us to repopulate, aint it? That why you came by, Doc? Want me to breed you too?”

“You sure about that? You were one hip thrust from humping his leg, dude. It’s super gay. Like really gay. Which is something you are, y’know. C’mon dude, it’s obvious. Not only did you spend more time watching the opposing teams balls than the actual ball in play, you’ve also spent the majority of this conversation staring at my freakin’ crotch.”

“Okay, this is why you suck at sports and I’m great, because you can’t focus on a play long enough cause you’re so busy thinking gay shit about everyone. And in cause you haven’t noticed, your dick is full on out waving in the wind. I  know it’s a locker room but it’s not a shame to towel up.  You’re one to talk anyway, you probably want to draw as much attention to your dick as possible so you can’t bring it up as some sick excuse you talk about cocks. You just wanna get as many cocks in your mouth as possible that you can’t think straight.”

“Clary. Her name is Clary. Yano, jealousy ain’t a good look on you. Shouldn’t you be worried about something else other than who I’ve chosen to stick my tongue down? Unless that’s the point. How about you tell me somethin’ instead? Is Clary the issue here or is it ‘cause my tongue ain’t down your throat instead?”

“You’re telling me why? You really think you repeating it will make me care enough to remember? It wont. She’s just another groupie drawn in because she saw Twilight too many times or something.” Alec scoffed, rolling his eyes only to snap his head back at Jace as he spoke. “What?! You’re kidding, right?  I.. She’s a distraction. We have a job to do and her prancing around with her tits out and shaking them in your face is making you slack off. I don’t want your... You’re an asshole.”

“I’m not one to give up without a fight.” His hands gestured, and his thin lips hooked up into an inviting smirk, all the while his eyes locked onto the other man, not once leaving his sight. “You seem full of yourself, Diggle. How about you put it to the test? I’m sure you’re just aching to have me face down with my hands pinned behind my back, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, when you’re up against a bunch of untrained thugs -- I’m not untrained. And one way or another you always end up having your ass handed to you by me, so if you’re asking for it this time, bring it on.” Dig chuckled as he taunted Oliver, but wasted no time lunging at the man and tripping him to the ground with a leg sweep. “You gonna stay down and take it like a man or are you gonna put up that fight you were talking about?” John chuckled at Oliver again as he stepped over him, a leg straddling each side of the vigilante as his sweats left his lagre cock to dangle in Oliver’s face as he crouched down over him.

He could easily take him. He knew he could. If there was one thing about being an alien he liked, it was the strength. He attempted to struggle, his body moving in a reckless manner as his crotch unknowingly rubbed over the others knee. “What did you think I was going to look like? A little green person with an antenna?!” He drawled out, his breathing hiking up as he stared back at his best friend. It wasn’t fear he sensed. It was anger. Clark did wish he told him sooner, but wishing and doing exactly that are two completely different things. “Of course everything feels normal. Why the fuck wouldn’t it?” He tried to remain calm the best he could. He understood why his friend reacted like this, it just didn’t stop the boy from feeling hurt. He glanced down to the others knee, his cock twitching from underneath his dark jeans as he flickered his gaze back. “What the hell are you checking for? You want to check out my ass as well while you’re at it?”

“Who said I was forgetting anything? A little help here and there doesn’t equal saving. If you’re so confident in your abilities, then what are you waiting for? I just told you to give me your best shot. I mean, it’s about time we find out who out of the two of us lands on top, don’t you think?”

“Oh so you’re gonna be like that, huh? You can talk a lot of shit but you know I have just as much training as you do, maybe a little more. I always wind up on top no matter what. If you were as smart as you think you are you’d lay down and play dead and save yourself.”

He nodded in response, his head tilting to the side as he casually, and not so subtly checked out the other once more. Ronnie gulped, his chest rising as he let out a deep breath before gesturing his hand towards the older man. “Huh? ..No, not that. In fact, she’s probably more likely to forgive you for napping here than she is to forgive me.” He joked to mask the tension, but his gaze dropped to Oliver’s lower half, the half covered with thinly made sweatpants that weren’t exactly covering up everything. “Y'know, I’m just going to say this to get it over with. You’re wearing sweatpants, and you woke up with a pretty huge case of morning wood. Empathis on the huge bit. I’m trying my best not to look, but it’s pretty prominent right now.” He awkward added with a sharp breath before redirecting his body to face the other with a crooked brow. “I mean, at least I know the reason why Oliver Queen gets all the ladies now.”

“Forgive me but not you? Am I that scary?” Oliver chuckled. His lip curled into a smirk as he locked eyes with Ronnie. “You don’t look like you’re trying at all. You actually look like you want to stare...” Ollie ran his hands down his bare torso before moving it to grasp his cock in his hand, drawing even more attention to the definition of it through his pants. “Like what you see? I like to think my charm plays a part in me getting women more than my name and money, but this... This usually get Oliver Queen a different type of ass. Types like yours.” He smirked.