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         “—h—ooh…”

         Stern finger taunted it with his reach. The spot. Thor’s soft spot. That though smooth and tender had finally succumbed just like the rest of the King’s own self; that in tightness and demanding tingle, Thor kept his finger pressed at the furl of his heat, rubbing in gently as the massive swell of his meaty breasts heaved on against their fullness for that deep coo that melted on into a deeper whimper that belied the might that was all his. Then again, hubris wasn’t new to Thor—nor is hunger. That even if he was alone with Steve in that aircraft that were supposed to bring them back to the headquarters, his own need for that chance had him indulge into this new low of lewdness. Steve would check on him soon, after all. And even that mere thought was enough for Thor to feel himself quiver against his finger as the delicate flush painted his rough and rugged features—and it was another goad to the rest of his body as he dug his heel against a backrest of a chair as he let himself be splayed on the emergency medical bed in the craft. With just his thigh high boots on, the tempting spread of his legs were faced towards the door as the thread thin strap of his thong was now entangled with his finger that he kept pressed against his muscle pucker. His cock was barely inside—the cockhead practically the only thing covered as it stubbornly pressed itself against the already strained skimpiness of his thong’s pouch.

“—h-hmmngh…” the restless King bit down on his lips, swallowing on another groan. Steve will check on him soon, that much is certain. And Thor would take what he could of the temptation that he is offering. That with the hiss of the pressurized doors, he immediately bucked, his body rippling in its massive heft in a squirm as he gasped. 

   “Dude, dude–Dick, I swear on my own god damn grave…” Jason started up as he sputtered and brushed the damp, stark white strands of his hair back from his forehead. “If you don’t stop splashing me, right now, I will drown you in this bathhouse like an unwanted kitten and leave someone else to find the body.”

After all, accidents happened and Jason would have plenty of time to think of a believable story before the big bad caped furry dropped from the skies above, foaming at the mouth for answers. God, Jason hated that guy. And it was becoming increasingly clear, the adopted apple didn’t fall far from the damn tree.

Jason was suddenly shoved from his thoughts as another splash of water hit his face and had him fighting back, acting in kind, before he could think himself too far above it. When he had ran into the former boy wonder in the streets of his little overseas getaway, he hadn’t expected for a bathhouse splash fight to be the highlight of his week; but, here he was, with a grin so wide on his face that it hurt his cheeks, as he stalked through the shallow water and used his bulky frame to shove the other man against the wooden gate perimeter.

“Fuckin’ hell, what do you want from me, dickhead…? I’m here, aren’t I…” he huffed out, so little space between them that he was sure Dick could feel the weight of his breath.

Even as adults, Dick and Jason often found themselves squabbling like two rowdy teenagers. The young, spritely teens they used to be. They weren’t that old nowadays, but old enough to have nostalgia for their dalliances together, back in the day. The ones that sometimes went a little too far, as boys were wont to do when full of testosterone and lust...

They both agreed to never let Bruce know the kinds of things they got up to together, despite very well knowing that he had to have known on some level. He was Batman. World’s Greatest Detective. And they were both his Boy Wonders, once upon a time. Once upon a time long, long ago...

Dick hadn’t been following Jason or anything. Their paths just sort of converged in the weird, coincidental way that was common in their line of work. Also, Dick just loved a good bathhouse, allowing himself to put down the mask and just be himself in the company of gentlemen who, well... his assets were very apparent, which made him exceedingly popular no matter where he went. Having Jason with him was just a bonus.

“I wanna get kitty wet—” Dick responds, chuckling. Jason really did resemble a drenched cat right about now. But he didn’t seem to care. He never did. Their connection was a little more than brotherly but not quite romantic. It lived in a weird gray area between the two. Unspoken. That was always the key with them. The kind of unspokenness that drew their bodies together literally and figuratively, now standing in the water close enough to touch.

Things had been going well, too well— so well, in fact, that of course Ivor just had to open his mouth and potentially ruin it all. His lips a literal breath away from touching Pablo’s and exploring the tension between them, once more, when he suddenly rushed out, “I have a son.”

For a moment, Ivor kept his eyes closed and simply pretended he didn’t say it. And then Pablo was pulling back and he had no choice but to open his eyes to harsh reality. “I… Bad timing, I guess, huh,” he let slip a flat laugh and reached up to rub at the back of his neck. “But, but, I— I went back. Back home, around back in ‘08 when the economy and my damn baseball career tanked, and well…”

Ivor straightened his shoulders up and finally met Pablo’s gaze head on, before he carried on, “I went back and slept with ‘miss prom queen’ like I always wanted,” just to spite you, “and she got pregnant. And you know her, no way was she going to give the baby up, unplanned or not. So… yeah. that’s about it…”

Things were progressing fast in Pablo’s little reunion tour with Ivor. Almost too fast. All these emotions flooding back to them, reigniting their teenage flames for one another with the smallest of matches... there was no way things would end well for either of them. Not after how they left things, nor how much the following years did (or didn’t) change them.

The revelation that Ivor had a son wasn’t necessarily the shock. The fact that it was with their old third wheel —the one they both feigned attraction to as a means of diverting the heat between themselves off the radar— is what did it for Pablo. A minor, but not insubstantial, betrayal, even if it occurred years and years after the fact. 

“—oh,” Pablo responds flatly, tearing his gaze away from Ivor’s unreadable expression. Why did he suddenly feel so jealous? They didn’t belong to one another. Ivor was free to pursue any relationship he wanted, as was Pablo. But this had to be some betrayal of trust on a stupid, fucked-up level. They both invariably hooked up with her to varying degrees throughout high school. They had to sell the ruse, right? But while Pablo moved on with his life and never looked back, proudly living as a gay man who suffered no fools, Ivor returned to the proverbial well and sowed his seed there. It was wrong.

“I heard she got pregnant on Facebook, but I did’t know it was with—” says Pablo, struggling to process the information. “Do you love her?” he then asked, immediately regretting how pathetic he sounded. And then, even worse—

Between a long, drawn-out unhappy marriage and a few fleeting relationships that were just publicity stunts, Ivor had pretty much sworn off of any chance of actual romance in his life, at least, while he was so career focused. So, he was a little overwhelmed when he had stepped foot in Pablo’s office for the first time and found himself itching to ask the man out. Luckily, for Ivor, his brain hadn’t stalled the entire time he was in Pablo’s presence–like it often would so many years ago whenever the other slapped his shoulder and offered him a blinding smile, and he eventually remembered they could just be friends, for right now. Just like they had so often pretended to be when in front of their high school peers.

And so with enough time, patience and money, Ivor’s nose was set right and he invited Pablo to hang out and celebrate, just like old times. However, not out for beers or a movie on his couch, but to the private swimming pool he used to train and keep in shape between movie shoots. After all, it only made sense that he invited his doctor out to see how his nose held up under water. If a nostril collapsed and led to him drowning, then Pablo would be there to save him; mouth-to-mouth.

Just like old times.

Of course, he should have accounted for the fact that over two decades apart could change a lot about a person, but apparently, not how incredibly hot he was in a fitting speedo. And clearly, Pablo had much better taste in swimwear than their old high school swimming league had.

    “Fuck me…” Ivor had mumbled to himself at the first real look of Pablo beside the pool, perhaps a little too loudly. His fist was quickly raised to his lips and he forced a rather fake cough into it. “You sure you just don’t want to skinny dip at this point, dude… No one is here but us,” he noted, half-joking and half-poking the bear.

Pablo being reacquainted with his teenage lover rival after all these years still felt weird. Good weird, but weird all the same. As different as Ivor looked since high school —those huge muscles were brand new, as was the beard and subtle signs of aging on his face— it was still exactly as Pablo remembered him. (As for Pablo himself, well... his hair got shorter and that was pretty much it for him. Some people even accused him of being an ageless vampire.)

He wasn’t surprised that Ivor made it big in life, either. That guy was always the life of a party. Not that Pablo himself was slouching in any regard, with a booming cosmetic surgery business in Los Angeles, but they were in completely different stratas. But their common history —their bond— made it so that they reconnected with a cosmic quickness that felt like it hadn’t been decades since they last spoke, much less do anything else...

Admittedly, Pablo opted for a nighttime swim so he could show off the assets. He knew his thick, luscious rear looked incredible in his teeny-tight swim shorts, and busting them out would give him some... insight. Test the waters, as it were. (Literally and figuratively.) With just a look, Pablo would be able to see if Ivor still found him attractive after all these years, and if yes... dot dot dot.

It didn’t take long for him to get an answer.

The merger between man and Hulk had required a lot of readjustment and problem solving for Bruce. Thankfully, he had Amadeus around to help him with the finer details, like constructing a living quarters suitable to his new size and designing a flexible fabric that wouldn't tear whenever Bruce so much as strained his bowling ball sized biceps. All things he could've done with Tony, sure, but the other man simply wouldn't be able to fully understand any future predicaments his new body might cause, like Amadeus could. And of course, with hard work and hours spent looking over designs together came the downtime, the shared meals and idle talks that had them falling asleep on each other in a big green heap, often enough.

It's a slow burning thing, the unexpected tension and fondness that was built between them as they helped Bruce build a new life. And yet still, he was hesitant and avoidant when it came to whatever was building between him and Amadeus. Even as they shared their first excited kiss over a difficult hiccup being solved in their design, or even after he had stripped out of the prototype jumpsuit and the younger man had planted himself in his near naked lap to whisper such sweet and promising things to him.

Despite the way his large hands held firm to Amadeus as he basked in their closeness, Bruce still couldn't kick the feeling that this was too good to be true; Amadeus was clearly already too good for him. And still, Bruce wrapped his arm around a tempered waist to keep the younger man flush against his chest. “How can you promise such a thing when you don't even know what I'll ask of you, love....?” Bruce wondered aloud, fingers combing through the other's hair before he dipped in for a fleeting kiss. “ —aren't you worried, at all?”

Bruce wasn’t just Amadeus’ mentor for a long time, if the kid were being honest with himself. Was it problematic that he fell into a relationship with Bruce? Maybe a little bit. There was definitely a power structure in place between them. But it never felt that way with Bruce. Amadeus didn’t feel like he was being taken advantage of. Ever.

Not that Amadeus ever felt insecure in his gamma persona —quite the contrary, actually— but there was something amazing about getting to be this intimate with Bruce, who fully understood and embraced his own radiated form. Their huge, green bodies close together, their incredible muscles rubbing against one another... sometimes Amadeus wondered if he would ever get to the point where he would just live like this, no switching back to his puny normal self. Just a gorgeous jade creature like the amazing lover beneath him.