joe’s loft

The heat of Clark’s gaze could burn you in an instant. Despite being in a team debrief with Perry in the middle of the office, Clark had his eyes glued to you and your photojournalist, Peter Parker. He was fidgeting with a pencil that eventually broke in half after Peter whispered something to your ear. 

Eyes on the board, you texted Clark. Instead he kept his dark blue eyes at you, eyebrows scrunched. 

“Is he always like that?” Peter whispered, toying with his lanyard. Clark looked at him with disgust. He hated his perfectly wavy hair, his way of dressing that looked like it came out of an early 2000’s magazine, and the way he made you laugh—like a lot. 

“He has moments,” You said, rolling your eyes. “Ignore him.” 

“Sure, boss,” Peter joked. It has been a month since Peter was assigned to you, a photographer from New York. Perry employed him after his famous pictures of Spider-man. For the past two months, Spider-man has been seen in Metropolis fighting bad guys faster than Superman ever did. 

“How about Spider-man V. Superman: A Heated Rivalry,” Jimmy said to the team, spreading his hands wide to emphasize the title Peter choked on his coffee, while an audible scoff came out of Clark. 

“You think you could get an interview with them?” Perry asked you. You never said no to any stories Perry wanted to tell, but this one? You were unsure. 

“This is much worse than hashtag supershit,” Clark said, arms crossed so tightly his shirt could’ve ripped. He sighed, “but sure why not, I’ll hit up Superman and send him your way. 

“Really, you’d do that?” you said in disbelief. It has been a while since you’ve talked sincerely with Clark, it’s usually arguments and bantering these days about work. Plus, it was even more unbelievable because he has been vocal about not liking Spider-man. Silly man in a red and blue suit he’s obviously a Superman rip-off! He’d say. 

“You think you could get Spider-man’s contact info, Parker?” an eyebrow raised. “You seem to know him very well.” 

“I’m pretty sure he’d be down here faster than Superman,” Peter said, smirking. 

“I doubt that,” Clark said, walking out to the coffee counter.  

Perry eventually ended the meeting. Everyone was back to working on their own desks. Clark stayed at the counter looking like he was making coffee for everyone. You walked to the coffee counter to help him out. 

“Is it still two sugars?” Clark said, facing away from you. 

“Erm, yeah,” you said, smoothing your palms on your shirt. “Thanks for the save by the way.” 

“Anytime,” he said. “Do you know how Peter likes his coffee?” 

“Black,” you said. Clark quickly looked at you with his brows even more furrowed. You wanted to laugh at how silly he looked. “What? We spend a lot of time together, of course I’ll know.” 

“D’you spend time at his place? House tours on his new flat I suppose,” Clark said, putting more than a spoonful of sugar on Peter’s cup. You stopped his hand, an obvious size difference between you two. 

“Oh my god, Clark,” If your eyes could roll much farther back you would. “Are you seriously jealous of him? After not talking to me for weeks? You are so unbelievable!” 

“I was keeping my distance, you knew why that had to happen,” he said. He was facing you know, his broad frame eclipsing the light over you. 

“I actually don't know Clark, you were pretty vague about it,” you looked up at him, his black curls over his face, his glass falling nearer to the tip of his nose. There was always a surge of blood through you when you argue with him. 

“I wanted you to be happy,” he uttered in a low but serious tone. 

“You broke up with me! Right when I needed you the most, how was that making me happy?” You said, looking around to see if anyone heard you, tears slowly creeping. 

“You absolutely know why,” he was clearly hinting at his secret rendezvous. “It was never safe for us to be together.” 

“Then why are you so pressed about me and Peter?” Clark didn't know what to say. You’re right, he shouldn’t care, he shouldn’t be jealous at all. 

Clark’s response was never spoken. He stood there in shame, gazing away from you. 

“Right,” you said, leaving the counter. 

Later that day, on top of the Daily’s building sat Superman. His body ached from being thrown around buildings. Despite everyone in the crowd cheering for him, TV reporters wanting to interview him, he escaped all of them to sit and ponder. All he wanted to do right now was talk to you and apologize. 

If there is one thing he hated the most, it was seeing you cry. 

“Nice save out there,” Spider-man said. Leaning on the Daily Planet sign. 

“Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Peter,” he said. Spider-man was taken aback. Clark stared at the skyline, the direction of your apartment. 

“You’re mentioned a lot when we’re together,” Peter said. “There’s still a lot of love shared between you two.” 

“Maybe before,” Clark said. Peter took off his mask and sat next to him. 

“Only one way of finding out,” Peter said, tapping Clark’s shoulder before taking a thwip at a nearby building. 

Your nightly routine was perfect, shower, then skincare, maybe a few minutes reading a book then off to sleep. After closing the cap of your moisturizer, you heard a knock on your window. It was Peter, unmasked. 

“Are you hurt?” you said, letting him in. Behind him was Superman, his head down like he was hiding his face from you. “Clark?”

“What is he doing here?” you continued. The two men sat on your sofa. Peter unzipped the top half of the suit in such a way it hung on his hips, a worn out graphic tee underneath. They both drank the water you offered them. 

“Well you wanted that interview right?” Peter said. “Here it is.” 

The silence was thick in the air, weighing down on you and Clark. He finished his water but his lips stayed pressed on the glass, cold and uncomfortable. 

“Oh, come on you two, the tension is making me feel faint,” Peter said, pressing the iced glass on his forehead. 

“It was rude of me to come at you like that, I’m sorry,” Clark said, slowly lifting his head to match your gaze. 

“Asshole move by the way,” you took their glasses and put them in the sink. When you came back the two boys were following your every move. “You know it was never about being a hero, I just… wished you could've been more honest with me. I would understand.” 

“I’m sure Peter treats you better,” Clark said, even though he didn’t mean it like that it did come off a little condescending. 

“Peter and I are just friends,” you said. “We’ve known each other since college. When I found out he wanted to move I asked him to move here and work with me.” 

“So…not dating then,” Clark said. “Cool…cool…” 

“Well not yet,” Peter said. 

“Not helping!” you interjected. “I like you two but you guys are making it harder for me.” 

“You like…us?” The two men said in unison. 

You shut your eyes and shook your head, surprised with what you said. “That’s not–”

It was Clark who stood first, Peter followed. 

“Let me explain,” You said, putting your hands in front of you as if pushing them away. “You’re both great, okay. Clark’s kind of an asshole sometimes but you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known. And Peter, you’re the most patient and understanding person ever. And I’ve really been confused with what I feel lately because I don’t want to have to choose–” 

“You don’t have to,” Peter said. He came closer and held your hand. “I’m sure there’s space for both of us.” He looked at Clark, who nodded and went next to you.

“If you’d let us.” Clark held your other hand, rubbing his thumb on your skin. 

The three of you sat at the edge of your bed in nothing but underwear. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you said, smoothing your palms on your thighs.

“If you want out you could just sit there and watch us,” Peter jokingly said. 

“That’s an option?” you said, smiling. Clark looked like a deer in headlights. 

You held his face and kissed his lips, warm and soft like how you remembered it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, another hand holding your cheek. You pulled back, much to Clark’s dismay. Peter’s kiss was slow and definite. Like a spider, his hands crept all over your body. Your back, your waist, your chest. 

Clark felt your hand on his wrist, pulling him in. With that, the three of you joined in a kiss. Tongues going back and forth through wet lips, the heat of your breaths echoes with moans and grunts. Peter dragged his kisses to your jaw, down to your neck. Clark kissed the back of your ear, his hand steady on the curve of your back. 

The two men moved around you like they knew each other’s thoughts. Clark shifted so that you sat between his thick thighs, your back against the hard muscles of his chest. Peter, on the other hand, was on his knees, kissing the skin of your thighs. Clark continued kissing your nape, his hands teasing your nipples. 

You could feel Clark’s hard cock twitch at each whimper. Peter’s lips made their way to the skin above your sex, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing from your body. His mouth teased the perimeter, the heat in between your legs growing more and more. Clark’s hips would move ever so slightly, the tip of his cock rubbing against his boxers. 

“Gosh, you sound so beautiful,” Clark said, kissing and nipping at your neck. 

Peter chuckled. Clark was right, he was leaking in his boxers just from the sound of your moans. He placed his mouth on your sex, licking and sucking on the sensitive gland. Your hands smoothed through his hair before pulling them in, his tongue adding more pressure to your center. 

“Fuck–I don’t want to come yet,” you cried out. Peter halted, letting a string of saliva drag out from your sex. “I need to see you both first.” 

They both stood in front of you with cocks pointing north. This time you finally had the opportunity to look at them next to each other. Clark was obviously bigger, in every sense of the word. Shoulders wide, muscular arms, thighs bigger than your head. Peter was equally handsome though, he had wide shoulders, but his body leaner and more fit for agile strides in the sky. 

They both undressed. Your thoughts felt like mush, it was as if you were drunk from their presence. 

“Did you just gulp?” Peter said, scratching the back of his head.

“Did I?” your eyes were transfixed on their erections. You took Peter’s cock first, it was the smaller of the two–still a good seven inches though and mostly because you were scared Clark’s cock would bruise your throat. You licked a strip from underneath up to the leaking tip. Peter’s eyes rolled back from the wetness of your tongue. 

“Damn,” Peter yelped when you took the last inch, sucking as you pulled back. “That mouth feels so good.” 

You didn’t want to leave Clark hanging. He felt your warm hand on his cock, slowly stroking. For a man dubbed by many to be made of steel he wanted to bend and break like a sand castle in front of you. You let go of Peter’s cock with a loud pop, still stroking it with your spit as lube. 

Being a bit scared proved to be right, your jaw hurt a little from sucking Clark’s cock. It was definitely thicker, but it felt so good to just suck on it, earning deep guttural moans from him. “You’re so good at that sweetie, missed that mouth so much.”

“I missed doing things with it.”

“Other than arguing?” Clark snickered. He picked you up so he could kiss you again this time more desperate than the last. “Bend over for me and Peter, yeah?”

You do as you’re told. Clark positioned himself at your back, rubbing his cock on your ass. Peter sat in front of you, leg spread on the bed. He kissed you again and again until you were breathless. “Knew you had it in you,” he said, just in time for the two of them to fuck you together. 

You’ve never felt this full before, your nails dug into your sheets for control. Clark gently stroked inside you, slick from your spit and arousal. You gasped when he was fully in, sucking in Peter’s cock deeper in the process. You pleasured them both from each end, using the same rhythm through each stroke. “Needy for Clark’s cock?” Peter said, patting your head. 

You nodded, cheeks flushed and damp with tears. Clark’s grip on your waist was tight and strong, he fucked his fill into you that your hips were sure to get sore. He places his hand on your sex and uses the wetness to pleasure you. Your body felt tingly from all the touching and fucking that the arousal dripped down your thighs and into the bed. 

“You should see this face, Clark, teary eyed from taking two dicks,” Peter cooed. “You’ve been wanting this haven’t you?”

“Yes–” you gasped for air. “He’s stretching me out.” 

Clark got harder after you said that, he wanted to finish inside you, show you how much he missed you. “I’m close—haven’t come since our last time,” Clark was on top of you, his body weight pressing on you slightly. His thrust became faster, each stroke a hard assault on your sensitive spot. 

“Go for it, come inside me.”

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Clark melted in response, shooting his come inside your warmth filling you to the brim. Clark laid down on his side while trying to catch his breath. Peter flipped you over so he could take his turn while you faced him. 

“Think you can take on more?” Peter said, kissing you again.

“I told you…there’s space for both of you,” the two of you shared one more kiss while Peter entered. He dug his face to the corner of your neck, lifting your legs so he could feel the warmth. He could still feel Clark’s come inside, making things slicker, his cock going in and out easier. 

Clark cuddled you in, using his bicep as a pillow. You two watched Peter’s cock go in and out of you, Clark’s joined a hand to pleasure your sex. Your body tensed, a knot forming tighter and tighter. 

“I’m so close too,” Peter said, his face was pink, his lips reddened and needing one more kiss. 

You reached to stroke Clark’s cock again, he was already moaning and panting through your kiss. “Kiss me again,” you said to both of them. They both joined into a kiss, stroking their hips. Clark’s hand on your sex helped bring you closer. “I’m coming,” you moaned. 

The air in the room drowned in the sounds of your climax, panting and grunting as Peter emptied himself in you. The three of you cuddled until the next hour, sharing kisses here and there before Peter had the great idea of doing it all over again in the shower. 

Perry woke up with an e-mail from you. Can’t come to work, interview with Spider-man. And another e-mail from Clark. The Superman story right now, might be late. 

The interview would last a day…or two.

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Peter has gotten used to the noises inside his apartment building. He’s been getting better at tuning his strong senses so that the noises couldn’t overwhelm him. Tonight he was deep into reading a lecture for one of his classes. 

There were some banging behind the thin walls, yelling spouses, barking dogs, all seemed so familiar by now. He checked the time. 1 AM. 

He cursed, he has been so stressed and tired lately he’s forgotten of the time. He set his books and pens away and got ready for bed, stripping to nothing but his shirt and a pair of boxer shorts before he pulled his blanket. 

The ceiling stared back at him, plain and unassuming. The wall seemed to whisper behind his head in soft and low whimpers. To the naked ear it could mean nothing, but to Peter it was more precise. He could hear the bed creak and shake. 

He knew that voice, that low and aching tune. It was you. 

He heard another voice, a man whining and crying out as he quickly fucked you. He noticed the sounds you made didn’t feel genuine, like it was a chore for you to be with the man. 

“Fuck, that was good,” The man said. “Think we can do this again next week?”

You murmured, an obvious lie this man didn’t have the sight to read. 

Peter’s brows scrunched. He didn’t even ask you if you finished. 

When the sound of your door shut, he heard you let out a sigh. “I don’t know why I do this to myself.” You rummaged the bottom drawer of your nightstand to look for the only thing that has been making you feel joy for the past weeks. 

You whispered a long curse when the buzzing toy hit your sex. 

Peter felt his cock stir. He could picture you under your sheets, legs quivering while you rubbed the toy over your crotch. 

He closed his eyes, rubbing a hand on his growing erection as he focused on your sounds. Not only were his hearing heightened, but his sense of smell and taste too. He smelled your freshly washed sheets, the scent of your soap and shampoo, and the sweet taste of your arousal that clung to the air. 

Peter pulled down his boxers. His hard cock got caught in the tight band. This was wrong. 

He knew you. The neighbor that kept his packages from getting stolen and the one that would give him extra food and snacks. It would be stupid of him if he lied about having a small crush on you, but he didn’t even know your name. 

“Peter—” you moaned. He shuddered, did he ever tell you his name? The sound of his name from your lips made his cock twitch, pointing high up north with the tip blushed pink. He wanted to silence your moans with the thickness of his cock, make you bob on it and get it nice and wet. 

Peter took the bottle of lotion on his nightstand, spreading a dollop on his calloused palm. His fist was tight on his cock, carelessly stroking. He imagined things differently however, your touch would be soft and gentle, teasing his tip and making him leak. 

He heard you open a bottle of lube, spreading it around the silicone toy before slowly pressing it in your hole. You drew out a whine as you pushed it deep. Your tight muscles curved around the ridges on the toy, tingling your senses. 

You toyed with your nipples while you flicked your wrist. Peter echoed your curses, his cock leaking precum over his finger making each stroke slick and good. 

I could treat you better, Peter thought. Make you come over and over again. 

You cried out once more, your legs shaking as the toy’s vibration went harder. The images forming inside your mind consisted of nothing but your neighbor. You imagined his naked body you once saw on his balcony. His muscular arms pinning you down as he eclipsed the moonlight. 

Your arousal dripped down your legs as you imagined the sharp contours of his abdomen flex as he fucked his cock into you. He would have been covered in sweat, his dark brown curls plastered over his forehead, lips moaning out your name. 

“Peter, I need you so badly,” your words encouraged him more, hips rising as he stroked. Peter wanted to jump to your balcony and open your window, it took so much of his strength to control himself. 

You pulled your head back to the pillow, shaking and squirming with the toy ceaselessly triggering your arousal.  Peter was close, and by your erratic breathing he knew you were close too. 

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Peter gasped, shooting cum all over his shirt. 

You cried out, digging your fingers into the sheets, your wetness dripping all over your legs and soaking the sheets. 

The room was humid when you woke up the next day. Your bottom half, still naked from last night. You opened the windows to let in some breeze, a box hitting your foot when you stepped out into the balcony. Inside was a bottle of water and some snacks. 

Hope you feel better. - Neighbor Peter. 

end.

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this was a challenge in of itself because the two boys were gifted with sizable members. peter’s longer and more sensitive, vulnerable to each lick and suck causing him to leak so much. johnny’s had the grithier cock, providing so much pleasure from your sex. 

“put peter’s cock back in your mouth baby,” johnny ordered, his left hand holding onto your hip while the other played with your sex. it was an immaculate display of pleasure. your eyes falling back as your elbows and knees buckled from the force of pleasure. 

“this feels good for you like it feels good for us?” peter asked, light grabbing your hair so he can fuck his cock more. you hummed a response. 

there was something so arousing about the way peter looked in the moment. the muscles on his abdomen tensed and relaxed in fast paces, his cheeks flushed red, and despite being motionless on the bed his hair was damp from sweat. 

you let go off his cock with a pop, a string of spit on your lips. “it feels so fucking good, i need you both so bad,” johnny whispered something about switching, but you were so inebriated from the fucking that you just let them move you around. 

this time you were straddling johnny. he was significantly bigger than peter, wider shoulders, his chest bigger, and his thighs the perfect seat. and despite doing most of the action, he was more composed. your held his shoulders while he slowly let you down on his cock, his hands planted on your waist. 

johnny’s touch was warm, almost hot at times. it was soothing in a way that made you feel even more like you were in a dream. “pete, hurry you need to feel this, man,” behind you peter wrapped and arm around your waist, lining up his cock to join johnny in filling up your sex. 

“fuck, dude,” peter moaned. you cried out, this was something you decided you were ready for, but this was new and god did it feel good. 

they were slow at first, making sure you got to warm up to them. their hands moved all over your body, fingers on your nipples, hands on your sex, you buried your face on the corner on johnny’s neck inhaling his warm scent. 

when their thrusts gained momentum, your arms were fully wrapped around johnny’s shoulders, your chest against his. peter eventually was flush on your back. three sweaty bodies moving as one, alternating in moans, grunts, and curses. “i’m so close, fuck move faster,” you gasped when they followed. 

each time they thrust they would his the sweet spot and it made you leak so much your thighs were fully wet. peter’s mouth was on your nape, leaving wet kisses, johnny’s hand went to peter’s ass, holding him for support.

johnny’s was first to yell out “fuck i’m coming baby,” and peter followed “me too, fuck,” your center felt so sore and hot, eyes lidded, nails digging into johnny’s back, “fuck,” you yell. 

the three of you fell on the mattress, covered in sweat, chests heaving. “i’m gonna need ten minutes and a glass of water and i can go again,” johnny said in between breaths. 

“are you serious? i can go in five,” peter said, laughing.