Five Times Megamind Slept With Metro Man | By : tripperfunster Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Megamind Views: 2758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Wayne trailed a hand down the soft indent in the pillow beside him.
“Shiiiiit,” he groaned, rolling over and pressing his face into the smooth material. Why did he have to be the voice of reason? Why did his do-good conscience have to kick in right when the culmination of a decade of sexual fantasies was hot and writhing beneath him? God, Megamind had felt so good. So much sexier and delectable than he could ever have imagined. And now, he was gone. That opportunity lost forever.
He groaned against the pillow and pressed his hips into the mattress.
“Starting without me?”
Wayne froze and turned his head to see Megamind casually leaning against the door jam, coffee cup in hand. Wayne’s ridiculously huge bathrobe hung off his little frame and when he took a sip from the steaming mug, it slipped down, one blue shoulder demurely peeking out from the terry-towel. Damn, he looked good in white!
“Just uh … keeping your side of the bed warm, buddy!” said Wayne, rolling over and holding the sheets aside in a way he hoped looked inviting. “What’ve you got there?”
“Tea,” said Megamind, perching on the side of the bed, “The service here is beyond atrocious. I ordered this over seven hours ago, and ended up having to make it myself.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly used to having guests.”
“No shit.” Megamind took a sip then held the cup out. “Would you like some?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Metro Man grasped the cup and held it to his lips. It was warm and aromatic and Oh God, full of sugar! “Urg! How can you drink that?” he asked, forcing himself to swallow the mouthful he’d taken. “That is nasty!”
Megamind shrugged and took the cup back. “More for me.” He sat back farther on the bed and the bathrobe slipped down more, exposing a bright white bandage over his injury from the night before.
“Hey!” said Wayne, pointing, “You found bandages. I didn’t think I had any.”
“You didn’t. Minion brought them.”
“So you found your watch?”
“No. I must have lost it at the bank. Minion just made a calculated guess and came to find me here.”
Wayne looked to the open doorway. “Is he still here?”
“No. I told him to come back and get me at noon.”
“That’s four hours from now.”
“I know,” said Megamind, putting his cup on the bed side table and shrugging off the bathrobe. “Whatever shall we do for all that time?”
“I uh … huh,” Wayne chuckled, eyes roaming over the expanse of blue skin before him, “I have quite a few ideas. What would you like to do?
“Well,” said Megamind, taking one of his blue index fingers and rubbing it slowly against the other, “someone once mentioned something about a sword fight that I found rather intriguing.”
“Really?” asked Wayne, “That person sounds really smart.”
“He certainly thinks he is,” he replied, reaching out to run his fingers down Wayne’s sculpted abdomen. “But unfortunately, he wears the most juvenile undergarments. It’s hard to take anyone seriously when they’re wearing ‘tightey-whities’.”
“What?” complained Wayne, “these are perfectly fine underwear.”
“Sure, they cover your privates, but they are most unbefitting a super hero.”
“But I’m not a super hero anymore.”
“Yes, and you’re not a twelve year old boy either.”
“If you’d like me to take them off, just ask.”
“Consider yourself asked.”
“Fine,” said Wayne, hooking his thumbs into the waist band and wriggling them down his hips and off of his legs. “Better?”
“Infinitely.”
Wayne shifted his position to line up better with his bed mate, then paused, one hand raised above Megamind’s abdomen.
“So … uh, how do you want to do this?”
Megamind smiled and raised his arms above his head, pressing them back and his torso forward in a lazy stretch. “You tell me. I was lead to believe you were the expert at hand to hand combat.” He sighed and inched himself closer to Wayne.
Wayne chuckled and let his hand drop to Megamind’s chest, where it traced the small indent at the center of his breast-bone then trailed lower, skimming across his taut belly to the burgeoning erection below.
“I don’t know if I’m an expert,” he said, pressing his swelling cock against Megamind’s blue one, “ an authority perhaps, connoisseur maybe, but not-”
His words were cut short at Megamind’s sharp hiss as his hand wrapped around the two plump cocks and rubbed them together.
“Oh yeah,” he hummed, green eyes lidded with arousal. “That feels exciting.”
“Just wait, it gets better,” said Wayne, removing his hand. He brought it to his mouth and licked his palm, giving it a generous coating of saliva. Megamind watched, wide-eyed then fisted his hands in the sheets when Wayne grasped their cocks with slick, wet fingers and began to rub anew.
“Ohhh,” sighed Megamind, peering down to watch Wayne’s ministrations on his cock. “that feels fantastic.”
Instead of answering, Wayne dropped his mouth to Megamind’s shoulder, then licked and sucked his way to the slim neck. Megamind’s hands skittered up Wayne’s shoulders, grasped at the abundant muscles then found their way up his neck to tangle in his hair.
“Ohhh,” he repeated, pressing his hips against his partner, “Metro Mahn he moaned, “yesss, more!”
Wayne felt a sudden twist in his belly as his balls tightened. “Shit! No!” he cried, but it was too late. His orgasm ripped through him like a freight train, and he pulsed his release in generous spurts across Megamind’s abdomen. He groaned in mortification and hid his face in Megamind’s armpit.
They both held still in the shock of the aftermath, the ticking of Megamind’s watch the only sound in the quiet room.
“Wow,” said Megamind, giving a not particularly subtle snort into his hand, “that was … impressive.”
“Am I a stud, or what?” Wayne asked with a sheepish grin.
“Best twenty-seven seconds of my life,” he deadpanned, then bit back a grin.
“Yeah, yeah. Cut me some slack. It’s just been me and my fist here for the past year. And uh … I’m not ashamed to say that this,” he said, motioning between them, “has been something I’d thought about for quite some time.” He took a corner of the sheet and began to wipe away the abundant mess on the blue stomach.
“And?” asked Megamind.
“And what?”
“And was it anything like you’d fantasized about?”
“It was … um, faster, but yeah, it was kind of pretty great too. I‘m sorry it uh, well, I kind of even took myself by surprise there.”
“You know, I might have been harbouring a few fantasies of my own.”
“Really now?” asked Wayne, eyes wandering to the hero’s still hard cock. “What kind of fantasies?”
“Ones that are a lot slower,” he answered, “and where you use your mouth for things other than sputtering apologies.”
“Don’t get too cocky, little Buddy. I could use super-speed, and you’d climax before you even registered any suction.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Megamind asked, fingers finding Wayne’s hair again as he slid his muscular body down the bed. “We still have three hours, fifty-nine minutes and thirty-three seconds. Let’s not waste a single one, shall we?”
Wayne didn’t answer. He was too busy.
******
Fin
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