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Morgan does his best to stay quiet as his boyfriend makes his eyes roll back. Really, he does.They’re on school property. Barely hidden behind the back wall of the maintenance shed, maybe thirty feet away from the football field. It’s the middle of the day. Classes are still going on. Anyone could walk up on them at any second. The thought shouldn’t excite Morgan as much as it does.Really though, it’s not even his fault that they’re in this situation.How was he supposed to have known that Alex would go crazy at the sight of his new gym shorts?Marching band had been kind to Morgan’s developing muscles, and he’d just hit a growth spurt. His old shorts had gotten way too tight, and he’d taken it upon himself to get a new pair. Granted, he really should have been more careful when reading the measurements, considering how dyslexic he was. But still, they’d fit pretty comfortably when he’d tried them on, and hey, he was not going to let the money he spent on them go to waste. He already had them, he may as well wear them, right?Apparently, Alex thought differently.The senior had gone on and on about how Morgan was being positively villainous, showing up to gym class wearing those tight, impossibly short shorts, and expecting the teen superhero not to do anything about it. Had rambled about how the other teen had to know what he was doing to his boyfriend, looking the way he did and getting thicker every time Alex saw him. Alex had barely managed to prep him, the senior had been so busy babbling about how unfairly hot the older teen was. Fuck, though, Morgan would be a lair if he said that it hadn’t turned him on a ridiculous amount, seeing his boyfriend lose his carefully built self-control over a pair of tiny green shorts.It'd taken Morgan forever to get anywhere physical with Alex. Not that he really minded, he loved the boy anyways, whether or not the other slept with him. But Alex was Alex, and the blonde’s looks had wreaked absolute havoc on Morgan’s hormones since they’d started flirting in their freshman year. Alex was also what most would call a prude, but Morgan liked to call a gentleman, when it came to sex. The teen had just moved to capital city from a farm down south during their freshman year, and had grown up with the sensibilities that Morgan had read about in one of his English assignments. Alex had refused to touch him like that until his own 18th birthday, three weeks ago. Before then, the pair had been happily together for almost two years now, going on dates and holding hands whenever Alex rode home with Morgan on the train. And the occasional hand job, when they really couldn’t control themselves during makeout sessions.Highschool sweethearts, the adults called them.Morgan imagined they were a little more than that, as Alex’s hand slapped over his mouth at a particularly deep thrust.The teenage superhero had barely managed to keep his hands off Morgan since the blonde’s birthday. He claimed he was making up for lost time, wanted to make sure that Morgan knew he’d craved him since the day they met. That day in the library, when Alex had been dragged into a corner and kissed as cover for Morgan to avoid the older kids chasing him. Had been driven crazy every single day over the last four years, with how much he’d wanted Morgan. Even more so after they’d gotten together. After their first kiss, and the second, and third, and the thousands of times after that. When Morgan sat in his lap in the back of the movie theatre on their twelfth date. Every time Morgan slept over, and went to bed in one of Alex’s shirts. When they’d gone to prom, and ditched halfway through to go make out in the art room instead.Alex wanted Morgan desperately, and today was seemingly no different. Outside of the fact that now Alex would actually fuck him when the opportunity arose. Morgan had never been so grateful for his hormones making his refractory period almost nonexistent. He’d already cum once, when Alex had dragged him behind the shed and shoved his hand inside Morgan’s shorts to jerk him off. Thought he was going to cum again when Alex had first pushed into him. Chest pressed against the back wall of the shed; ass held out by Alex as the blonde had pushed down the shorts just enough to make room for his cock. Alex hits that spot inside of him again, and Morgan whimpers behind his boyfriend’s hand.“I know it feels good—fuck—know it feels good, baby. But you gotta be quiet, yeah? Don’t want you gettin’ in trouble again. Can’t fuck you if—ngh—if you’re in detention.” Alex pants behind him. Morgan grabs onto the hand covering his mouth, pulling it away just enough for him to speak.“You’re’ the one who dragged me over here.” Morgan sasses. He feels Alex grin against his shoulder. “All I did was—ahn, yes! Alex, there, hit there again—All I did was wear clothes. Not my fault you’re fucking in—holy shit—insatiable.”Alex manages a breathy laugh at Morgan’s bratting. It makes Morgan’s chest flutter. Fuck, how is he so damn in love with this boy fucking his brains out? It’s so unfair, Morgan’s absolutely ruined for anyone else for his entire life. Alex is it for him, is an absolutely perfect boyfriend, even when Morgan goes pushing his buttons.
“You’re right. I’m sorry, darlin’. But I just couldn’t help myself. The second I saw you in these filthy. little. shorts. I just had to fucking have you. I don’t even know how you fit your ass into them. And they’re my favorite color—you know how I get whenever you wear green.” Alex says, thrusting harshly into Morgan as if to punctuate his desire. Morgan just reaches for his face, and Alex goes easily as he leans in close to kiss Morgan. Pressed flush against Morgan’s back, Alex kisses the air from his lungs, and wraps a hand around Morgan’s dick as he fucks into his boyfriend. Morgan’s jaw drops to moan, and Alex drinks the noise down greedily. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. All Morgan can do is grab onto golden locks, and rock back as Alex drives him wild.“Alex—fuck. Please, I’m gonna cum. Hurry up, I’m so close.” Morgan pleads once Alex retreats from his mouth to gasp down some air.“Don’t worry, sugar. I’m not—fuck, Morgan, don’t squeeze like that—I’m not far behind. Go ahead and cum, I’m almost there—sweet mother of mercy you’re so tight!” Alex grunts, thrusting faster as they both start racing towards the edge. The slap of Alex’s hips hitting his ass is obscene, and Morgan knows that they’re both being too loud at this point. They’re gonna get caught if anyone gets too close to the area. Alex mouths at the back of his neck, and suddenly stars are exploding behind Morgan’s eyes when Alex tilts his hips just right.“A-Alex!” Morgan calls out. He barely gets the word past his lips, and then he’s cumming. He shakes as Alex continues to fuck him through it, mouth dropped down into a silent scream. Alex loses rhythm not long after, cussing low in Morgan’s ear as he shoves himself as deep as he possibly can. Morgan moans as Alex fills him.Morgan only gets a brief respite as Alex holds him.“One more,” Alex mumbles as he pulls out, turning Morgan around to lean against the shed. Morgan whimpers as Alex leans down, threading his shoulders between Morgan’s legs before lifting him clear off his feet. Morgan gasps as he’s folded in half. Fucking hero superstrength. He scrambles to wrap his arms around Alex’s neck, and his boyfriend pushes him up against the shed’s wall, pinning him there as Alex slides back into Morgan.“Alex please, no—too sensitive—s’ too much, not gonna be able to walk.” Morgan whines. Alex hums soothingly, kissing Morgan softly as he grinds up in slow, small circles.“I know sweetheart. I know, I’m sorry—it’s not—I’m still fucking hard. Just one more, okay? Promise, I’ll carry you back afterwards. I know you’ve got lunch period after this. I’ll get you that ice cream you always forget to bring money for.” Alex murmurs. Morgan can’t help but smile at the hero’s sweetness. Morgan nods his consent, and Alex thanks him profusely before Morgan’s pulling him into another kiss.Alex starts fucking up into him in earnest, and Morgan can’t help the little noises that are punched out of him with each thrust. The hero gets so much deeper in this position, pressing right up against that sweet spot inside Morgan with every push in. Morgan lets himself melt into Alex’s hold. Alex groans as he does, and Morgan smiles. The brunette is fully aware of just how much Alex likes it when he goes all soft underneath the hero’s attention. Even when they’re not fucking, Alex gets that look in his eyes whenever Morgan lets himself be tucked under his boyfriend’s arm. Or manhandled into cuddles. Or lets the fellow teen carry his bag and buy him lunch. As much as Morgan knows that Alex loves his sense of independence, he knows that Alex loves it just as much when Morgan lets him take care of the brunette. It’s part of what makes the hero so charming to Morgan, and he doesn’t mind indulging Alex every once in a while. Especially when Alex is constantly indulging him, taking every moment of Morgan’s sass in stride.Morgan’s just being pushed to the brink of oversensitivity when he hears it.Faint voices, making their way over towards the shed.Morgan’s heart jumps, and he’s tugging on Alex’s hair to get his boyfriend’s attention. “A-Alex, hold on. I hear people, you gotta—ngh—you gotta stop.” When Alex continues thrusting, not slowing down, Morgan tugs harder. Alex pants as he’s pulled back, looking at Morgan in confusion. “People, Alex.”Alex’s eyes widen and he nods, slowing to a stop with his dick half-buried inside Morgan. The voices get closer, and Morgan recognizes it as his friend Barnaby, chatting with the library volunteer Ohio James. Ohio had graduated the previous year, and still came to the school for his college program’s volunteer requirement. He’d been friends with Alex, they’d been in track together. Morgan flushes as he realizes who it is, and glares at Alex when the hero starts smirking.“Don’t you dare.” Morgan whispers harshly.“They already know we’re datin’, sugar.” Alex whispers back.“That doesn’t mean I need them to hear us having sex! That cannot be the bar, Alex!” Morgan protests.Alex just grins, and slowly pushes himself back in to the hilt. Morgan has to bite his lip so hard it bleeds, in order to stop the moan that tries to crawl its way out of him. Alex’s eyes darken, and he leans in to lick at Morgan’s bleeding lip. Morgan’s dragged into an absolutely filthy French kiss. Alex starts grinding in tiny slow rolls, barely moving at all, but it’s still enough to poke at Morgan’s prostate. Morgan whimpers into Alex’s mouth, and the hero just pushes his tongue deeper to muffle the noise.Barnaby and Ohio are closer now, almost upon the shed. Morgan pulls his lips away, hips twitching against Alex. The hero moves to mouth at Morgan’s throat.“Alex please, mercy. You can fuck me as hard—ngh—as hard as you like when they’re gone, just please, I don’t want them to hear me. I don’t wanna share this with anyone other than you.” Morgan begs quietly. Alex hums, pleased, and stops moving his hips. He doesn’t let Morgan down, doesn’t stop kissing the brunette stupid. Morgan’s just grateful that the shed is made of concrete rather than wood, affording him some buffering to stop Ohio and Barnaby from hearing the wet noises of Alex tasting his mouth like he owns it.Alex only pulls away when Ohio and Barnaby finally reach the shed, pressing his forehead against Morgan’s as the two catch their breath. Morgan can hear them fairly clearly now, chatting lightly about school requirements. Figures, considering that Barnaby is a huge fucking nerd. Morgan smiles at Alex, trying his best not to laugh. Alex grins back at him, and leans in to kiss Morgan silent. Ohio and Barnaby’s conversation fades into background noise as Morgan’s attention narrows down to Alex’s mouth on his. Something pulls at the back of Morgan’s brain a few minutes later, expanding his senses back outwards again.“—honestly d-d-don’t see what the-the big d-deal is about sex. Is it r-r-r-really better th-than doing it on-on your own? I’d imagine th-th-that it-it’s a lot messier, c-considering that there’s a s-s-second person to-to get sweat and body fluids everywhere.” Barnaby says lightly. Morgan pulls back from Alex’s mouth, throwing a hand over his own to stop himself from laughing out loud. Alex looks at him confused, and Morgan just puts his finger over his lips, then points to the shed.“Ah, well, I mean—” Ohio stammers, seemingly caught off guard by Barnaby’s inquiry. There’s some clanging, like Ohio had bumped into some of the supplies “I suppose that’s technically true! I guess, for most people, the mess is worth how good it feels to do it. And it’s more fun to have a partner sometimes, so that you aren’t doing all the work.”Alex grins as he realizes what their friends are talking about, dropping his head to muffle a snicker into Morgan’s knee. The knee that’s still hooked over his shoulder, holding the sidekick-in-training open for him to fuck into. It takes everything in Morgan to stay quiet, laughter bubbling up into the back of his mouth. Of course Barnaby is complaining about the very thing Alex and Morgan are participating in without knowing. And of course it’s Ohio who has to be on the receiving end of the topic, well-known whore that he is. It’s almost too ironic.“Is it-it really? I h-h-have plenty fun on-on my own, I can’t r-really imagine it-it b-b-being any b-better with-with another person th-there.” Barnaby responds. The senior is clearly leading Ohio into something, and Morgan’s jaw drops as he listens to it. Alex’s eyebrows raise, eyes full of mirth.“Oh—That—Well, I’m glad that you’re enjoying what you’re currently doing.” Ohio says awkwardly. Alex breathes out through his nose, pressing his lips to Morgan’s knee again to keep quiet. Oh, this is too good. It would absolutely go in Morgan’s blackmail folder, if it didn’t also incriminate him and Alex for why they were there to hear this conversation.“What-What about you, Ohio? D-D-Do you do it-it with others? Is it-it better th-than doing it-it by yourself?” Barnaby asks. Theres another clatter this time, louder, like this time Ohio knocked something over. Thankfully it covers the involuntary snort that comes out of Morgan.“I—ah—that’s really—um—” Ohio sounds like he’s tripping over himself to respond, noisily picking up whatever it is that he knocked over. “Well, I have had some, um, experience with others, yes. It’s not necessarily better than, you know, masturbating by myself. Because that’s kinda the foundation of sex, it’s supposed to be good even when you do it on your own. But it is, ah, I guess, more stimulating? At least, for me, it is. Just, um, based on my experiences, is all. I guess it’s pretty likely for some people to make it worse, if they don’t know how to make their partner feel good.” Ohio rambles. Morgan bites his tongue as he covers his mouth again, praying that Barnaby and Ohio can’t hear the breathy laughs he’s trying to muffle. Alex’s chest is shaking with his suppressed laughter.“I’ll a-a-admit, I don’t r-really have any experience. How would y-y-you find s-someone who can d-d-do that? If one wanted to-to try it-it out, maybe?” Barnaby asks. He’s being so blunt; Morgan almost feels bad for Ohio. Poor guy must feel so blindsided by the unexpected questions.“Oh, well, really the only sure way to know is to, well, try it with them. But I suppose you could start by asking. If you trust them to tell the truth, that is.” Ohio says weakly. The 19-year-old sounds like he’s about to have a heart attack.Barnaby hums, and is silent for a few seconds. “D-D-Do you, Ohio? Know how to-to please a p-partner sexually?”Morgan has to bite down on his arm to stay silent. Alex in no better, clamping his teeth down into the muscle just below Morgan’s knee. They’re both shaking with silent laughter, and Morgan’s eyes roll back when it makes Alex shift inside him. Alex twitches as well, one small thrust being pulled from him before the hero manages to be still again. Morgan doesn’t stop smiling as he pulls Alex into another kiss, using Alex’s mouth not only to release the sudden tension, but to keep quiet as well.Ohio seems to choke on his own spit, coughing a few times at Barnaby’s question. “I, um, I suppose—I haven’t, um, received any complaints yet?”
the recent graduate breathes. Barnaby hums again, and Morgan can hear the smugness in it. Alex is grinning into the kiss, just like him. God, this is so stupid, stuck behind the shed getting fucked by his boyfriend while his best friend tries to seduce the guy he’s been casually friends with for a year now. It’s so stupid, and silly, and weirdly hot, and Morgan can’t wrap his head around it. Just lets his mouth fall open so that Alex can taste him again.“Could I-I-I add my r-r-review to-to the-the list, then?” Barnaby asks.Holy shit, Barnaby really doesn’t pull any punches.Ohio seems to think the same, going silent. Morgan can picture the wide-eyed stare that he’s giving Barnaby. Alex chokes against his lips, pulling back to nip at Morgan’s jaw as the hero struggles not to burst out laughing. Alex moves so that his mouth is hovering next to Morgan’s ear.“Looks like we’re not the only ones over here to find some fun.” Alex breathes, voice full of amusement. Morgan just huffs, but quickly has to clamp down his jaw when Alex starts moving inside him. Little short thrusts, just enough to get a teasing amount of friction going. Morgan digs his nails into Alex’s back.“Alex—” Morgan breathes.Alex quietly hushes him. “Sh, darlin’. Gotta be quiet if we’re gonna hear what they’re sayin’.” Morgan does his best to hold down the whimper that tries to escape him.“—go, Barnaby! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think—I wasn’t expecting—Forgive me, I just never thought you’d ask me for something for that.” Ohio rushes. There’s a beat of silence, and Morgan’s frantically kissing Alex to stop the moans trying to leak from his mouth. Alex is still moving so slowly, but he’s pressed right up against Morgan’s sweet spot, tapping it over and over. It sends a jolt of electricity up Morgan’s spine with each touch.“If you d-d-don’t want to-to you d-don’t—”“I very much want to! Um, if, that’s something you’re comfortable with, of course. What I’m trying to say is, yes, I’ll help you try it out.”Alex reaches a hand up to tweak at Morgan’s nipple through his shirt, and the brunette nips Alex’s bottom lip in retaliation. The hero just grins against his boyfriend’s mouth, lengthening the strokes of his thrusts. Still just as slow, but now Morgan has to feel the drag of Alex pulling out to the very tip, and push back in to the base. Alex is careful not to make any noise when their hips touch, landing each thrust softly. Morgan’s jaw drops, the senior panting as his head spins with arousal. Fuck, fuck, his boyfriend is too hot. He can barely focus on what Ohio and Barnaby are saying.“—naby, I’m not fucking you on the shed floor.” Ohio protests. The volunteer sounds out of breath. Did they kiss in the time Morgan was distracted by Alex? Fuck. Either they’re moving fast, or Morgan is really losing his sense of time.“Why not? Ohio, I want y-y-y-you to-to show me how good it-it feels. You s-s-said you would hel-help me.” Barnaby complains. Ohio cusses quietly.“That’s not—I will—Barnaby this is where the degenerates fuck. You deserve a bed, at least. Fuck, I can show you better in my car, if you really want it to be right now.” Ohio tries to bargain.Morgan mouths the word degenerates at his boyfriend, and Alex has to quickly shove his face into Morgan’s neck as he snorts. Barnaby seems to come to a decision, saying something that Morgan can’t quite hear through the thin concrete wall. Then Ohio is cussing again, and then there’s the sound of the shed door slamming open and closed in quick succession. Morgan hears as the pair begin to walk away. Alex waits until the footsteps have completely faded into the background before moving.Alex grabs onto Morgan’s hips, and shifts him higher up the wall before pulling back and slamming into Morgan’s hole. Morgan’s head flies back to smack against the shed wall as a moan is finally ripped from his lungs. Alex starts picking up the pace, and Morgan can only hope that nobody else comes close to the shed’s area, with how loud the sound of slapping skin is. The senior can’t even dream of tamping down his voice anymore. Not when Alex leans in and bites down on the side of his neck, right where his boyfriend knows is incredibly sensitive.“Alex Alex Alex Alex Alex—” Morgan pants, unable to string anything other than his boyfriend’s name together.Alex, the rottenly, infuriatingly, attractive boyfriend that he is, just starts letting himself ramble in that drawl he knows amps Morgan up.
“G’on sweetheart. Let’s show ‘em how degenerate we are, hm? G’on and cum all o’er your pretty little self. M’gonna cum in this tight little ass a’ yours, and e’rybody’s gonna know when I carry ya back inside. They’re gonna know ‘cause it’s gonna be my cum gettin’ those sinful little shorts wet when it leaks out a’ ya. They’re gonna know, then they’re gonna talk, and then the whole school’s gonna know just how perfect ya look after getting’ fucked senseless by me. They’re all gonna wish they had a boyfriend half as pretty as mine. They’re all gonna be jealous, when they remember that I’m the one who gets to have ya, who’s been got to enjoy having ya for four. perfect. years. Who’s gonna get to have ya fore’er.” Alex says, making Morgan shiver with each thick word that rolls off of his boyfriend’s tongue. Damn he really goes weak when he gets to hear that accent. Alex is ramming into his prostate again, and Morgan can’t do anything other than pant and moan in Alex’s arms.He's gonna have to wear these shorts more often if it gets this kind of response from his boyfriend.It’s only been three weeks of them actually going all the way, but Morgan thinks he’s already found his favorite button of Alex’s to push. He might just start being a tease more often.Morgan’s reaching the edge blindingly quick, he barely has time to dig his nails into Alex’s back. It’s all the warning he can manage. Alex groans at the sensation, and Morgan can feel it when the hero slips on his control of his super strength. With one impossibly hard thrust, Morgan’s eyes are rolling back in his head and he’s cumming all over his gym shirt. Alex practically growls in his ear. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through Morgan, and the sidekick-in-training knows exactly what that noise means.It means that Morgan’s clenching down around Alex in a way that makes the hero lose control of himself. It means that Morgan is making his boyfriend feel so good, that the blonde is going to cum within the minute. Morgan had given Alex enough handjobs to be more than familiar with the wordless warning.“C-C’mon Alex, want you to feel good too. Mark me up on the inside, make sure they all know that I’m the only one you’ll ever want.” Morgan breathes in Alex’s ear. The hero shakes as he finishes almost on command, burying his face in Morgan’s neck and shoving himself deep as he finishes for the second time. Morgan coos as he waits for his boyfriend to calm down, lightly scratching between his shoulder blades and tangling fingers in blonde locks. Alex grips him tight as he calms down, and Morgan just knows that the hero’s adding to the collage of hidden bruises all over Morgan. He can’t wait to see the set of handprints emblazoned onto his hips.After a long minute, Alex stops trembling, and pulls his face back far enough to look at Morgan.Morgan can see the hearts floating around his boyfriend’s head. He can’t help but pull the teenage hero into another kiss, feeling as if sunlight was bursting from his chest. Alex won’t stop smiling into the kiss. Morgan can’t stop either. He does eventually pull back, breathy giggle filling the air between the two.“Come on Alex, put me down so that I can get dressed.” Morgan requests. Alex just grins, and slowly kneels down until Morgan’s legs are sliding off his shoulders. It only takes a second for Alex to tug Morgan’s shorts back in place, and he finally sets Morgan down on his feet. He supports Morgan by the thighs as the senior gets used to standing again, lightly massaging the sore muscles. Morgan just hums, pleased, and heart full of affection for his sweet boyfriend. Alex is always so gentle with him after they have sex. Always helping Morgan with any soreness, and showering the brunette with praise. Morgan knows that logically; they haven’t been having sex for very long. They could very well still be in the honeymoon phase, doped up on teenage hormones and the rush of first times.But they’d been together for four years now, and Morgan thinks that he doesn’t care if anyone thinks they wont last. Alex has been looking at him like that since the very first day. And if Morgan has anything to say about it, he will until both of their dying breaths.Morgan makes grabby hands for Alex, and the blonde comes easily, leaning into the gentle kiss that Morgan’s asking from him. Morgan still can’t get over just how much he loves the boy in his arms. He doesn’t know why the hero chose him, of all people. But he’ll do his best to appreciate it, take everything Alex can give him while he still decides that Morgan is worth it.Even if it means surprise-fucking behind the shed when he’s supposed to be in gym class.“You think you can walk? Or am I really carrying you back to the locker room?” Alex asks between kisses. Morgan just tips his head back and laughs. Alex smiles as he makes his way down Morgan’s throat, placing a final kiss on the other teen’s adams apple before pulling back.“I better get carried, you’re the one who promised to, since you had to fuck me twice.” Morgan laughs. Alex chuckles, rolling his eyes without any kind of real sass.“You’re right, sugar. Whatever was I thinkin’ hm?” Alex asks. Morgan just laughs again, and Alex kisses his cheek. “C’mon, get on my back.”Morgan pauses, flushing as he looks down at his shirt and realizes the mess he made.“My, uh…my shirt’s gonna get yours dirty.” Morgan says. Alex just looks down at Morgan’s shirt, smirking, before letting go of Morgan and stepping back to pull his own clean shirt over his head.“Here, you wear mine then.” Ales says, offering the item to Morgan.Morgan takes the opportunity to glance his boyfriend up and down before responding. “And let everyone stare while you walk around shirtless?” Morgan asks. There’s not an ounce of genuine annoyance in his tone, and he knows Alex can tell when those golden eyes start looking playful.“Are you gettin’ jealous, darlin? You know my heart is all yours.” Alex says, stepping close and taking Morgan’s hand. He places it over his heart, where Morgan can feel the steady thump-thump of Alex’s heartbeat. “They can look all they want; I won’t even see ‘em.”The corner of Morgan’s mouth twitches. Still, he looks off to the side, a fake pout on his face. “I know you’re a hero and all, but I don’t wanna share you. The girls alone fight tooth and nail just to catch a glimpse of your abs.” he complains. Alex laughs.“All they gotta do is take one look at the gorgeous marks you left on me the other night, and they’ll know I’m not available.” Alex teases. Oh. Morgan had forgotten about those. Morgan flushes as he looks down again, now seeing barely fading hickeys and bite marks littering Alex’s chest and stomach. He bites his lip, looking back up at his amused boyfriend.“Well…I suppose it’s alright then.” Morgan says. Alex grins back, and kisses Morgan once before letting the brunette change shirts. It doesn’t take long for Alex to hoist Morgan up onto his back, shoving Morgan’s balled-up shirt into the pocket of his track pants. That’s right, the track team was supposed to be joining in with his gym class today, showing the other students how to run properly.Alex makes his way back towards the field, easily falling in line with the other students heading back to the locker room as the bell rang. Nobody seems to question their disappearance, even the coaches not looking at them twice as they walk with the rest of the class. Not even when Morgan buries his face in his arms around Alex’s neck, flushing as he feels Alex’s cum start leaking out of him into the shorts. He squeezes his thighs tighter around Alex, and the hero just hikes him higher on Alex’s back. He’s absolutely on display like this, Alex showing the entire class just exactly how committed he is to Morgan. He hates that he doesn’t entirely hate it.The girls in the class break out into frantic whispers. Morgan does his best to ignore the weak twitch of interest his cock does at the reminder of how visibly claimed he is currently. Feels the flush travel to the back of his neck when he remembers that Alex is visibly claimed too, skin marred by Morgan’s mouth. He doesn’t lift his head from Alex’s shoulder, not even when the boys join in on the whispering. Alex ignores it all, lightly chatting with his teammate about the next competition in a few days. They make it back to the locker room without any real incident, but Alex doesn’t put him down. Even when Morgan nudges him, just hums and keeps holding Morgan up by one thigh as he uses his other hand to rummage through his locker. Alex ends up taking the whole bag when he can’t find what he’s looking for, and carries Morgan over to the changing stalls. Morgan hears more than sees the other boys start rushing, lockers slamming shut and frantic feet making their way out of the locker room.“Alex?” Morgan mumbles. His boyfriend just hums again, walking the pair into the stall at the end, the big one with the mirror in it. Morgan can still hear the scuffing of sneakers, the locker room door opening as the horde of teenage boys race their way out into the hallway. Alex crouches to let Morgan back down on his feet, and the locker room is silent except for the sound of their breathing and the air filters buzzing above them in the ceiling. Alex is turning and crowding his space as soon as he puts the brunette down. Morgan goes to question him, but stills when he hears the groan that comes out of his boyfriend when the hero looks over Morgan’s shoulder.“Morgan, look.” Alex chokes out. Morgan turns to look over his shoulder, brows furrowed.There, with his back facing the mirror, stands Morgan, with Alex’s hands resting on his hips. His shorts are absolutely soaked, the very center of them dark and practically glued to his ass. It’s so obvious what they’d gotten up to, the evidence right there in the darkening green fabric. Morgan flushes anew. He shifts, and there, right at the bottom edge of the shorts, the brunette sees a flash of purpling skin. Alex grabs his knee and lifts, causing the shorts to ride up higher, nearly halfway up the curve of Morgan’s ass. Immediately more skin is revealed, making the dark shape of Alex’s hand visible.
Fuck.
Morgan remembers that mark, remembers the feeling of Alex gripping his thighs as Morgan had bounced on the hero’s cock in the front seat of his boyfriend’s car. That had only been yesterday, at 2am when Alex had driven over to come check on him after Morgan had argued with his parents. Morgan hadn’t thought it was going to bruise that deeply, not seeing the mark when he’d checked the mirror before going to sleep.Not only had their classmates seen Alex’s cum soaking his shorts, but they’d also seen the unmistakable handprints of the hero stamped onto Morgan’s thighs. So that’s why they’d been whispering so much.“If I didn’t have to get to Latin in 10 minutes, I’d fuck you all over again.” Alex says lowly.
Morgan shivers as he meets blazing golden eyes in the mirror.“I’d let you.” Morgan breathes. Alex’s hand tightens around his knee.“Fuck, darlin’, I— Let me clean you out, and then you gotta get dressed, or we’re gonna spend all day fuckin’.” Alex stammers. He lets go of Morgan’s knee, and nudges Morgan’s side.
“C’mon, turn around. Hands on the mirror.”Morgan toes his sneakers off, turning and placing his hands on the stall door. He places his feet shoulder-width apart, and arches just enough to get Alex to huff a heavy breath out. Morgan smirks, but his breath catches as Alex tugs his shorts down to his ankles, helping the brunette step out of them. Just as quickly, Alex is crowding up against his back, and is sliding two fingers inside of Morgan. Morgan whines, eyes squeezing shut as his nerves crackle at the stimulation.“I know baby, I know. You’re so sensitive, but don’t worry darlin’. Just getting you cleaned up; it’ll be over quick.” Alex reassures.
Morgan nods, pressing his forehead against the cool mirror. Alex is true to his words, going as quick as he can pulling his cum out of Morgan, it hitting the floor with a wet drip every time Alex drags his curled fingers out. It would be enough to rile Morgan up if he wasn’t bordering on the painful edge of overstimulation. He might be a hormonal teenager, but even then, he had a limit to how many times he could go in such a short time.Alex only keeps up for about another minute, kissing across the backs of Morgan’s shoulders as he finally pulls his fingers free. Morgan feels something soft wiping him down, and he uses the chance to catch his breath and relax against Alex’s hands. Alex has him step into a fresh pair of underwear and pants, pulling Morgan back to lean against the hero’s chest as he does Morgan’s pants for him. Morgan frowns at the familiar pair of cargo pants.“How did you get these? We didn’t stop at my locker.” Morgan asks. Alex hums, and presses a soft kiss to Morgan’s cheek.“You left them at my place last week, remember? You slept over, and went home in my pajamas. I’m stealin’ my sweatpants back next time I’m over there, by the way.” Alex answers. Morgan relaxes, and smiles at the lighthearted teasing.“You’ll have to find them, first. They’re comfy, I’m not giving those back without a fight.” Morgan teases back. Alex chuckles against his cheek, and Morgan turns his head for a real kiss. It’s short, but fills Morgan with a warm fuzz. “You want your shirt back?”“Nah,” Alex says. “I like seein’ you in my clothes.” Morgan laughs, and pulls away from Alex to put his sneakers back on. Alex gets dressed himself, switching out his track pants for his usual pair of slim-fit slacks and button-down shirt. Morgan bites his lip as he looks over his nerdy-ass boyfriend. That’s what he gets, dating the valedictorian of their graduating class. Alex sees him looking, and smirks up at him as he pulls his shoes on.“Somethin’ I can help you with, sugar?” Alex asks, straightening and grabbing his bag to throw over his shoulder. Morgan just smiles and shakes his head, holding out a hand for Alex to grab as he opens the stall’s door. Alex takes it, hand delightfully warm in Morgan’s.“Not unless you feel like helping me with my advanced mechanics homework.” Morgan says lightly. Alex makes a face of disgust, and Morgan laughs. The two fall into place side-by-side as they walk. They chat mindlessly as Morgan walks Alex towards his class, catching up on the happenings of the morning. It only takes them a few minutes to reach the right room, it being fairly close to the extracurriculars side of the building. Alex stops just before the open doorway of the classroom, turning to smile at Morgan.“Go on and enjoy your lunch, darlin’.”Morgan hums, and tilts his head up just a little bit. Alex’s eyes light up, and the hero leans down to give Morgan another kiss. Morgan smiles into the kiss, and Alex goes to deepen it when there’s a noise that interrupts them.“Mr. Shepherd, as wonderful as it is to be gay, I really must insist that you focus on your studies during school hours, and find your seat before we begin.”Alex and Morgan pull apart, turning to look over at the voice. The teacher is still writing on the board, pointedly not looking at them as a few of their classmate snicker in their seats. Morgan flushes, and Alex flashes the teacher a sheepish smile when she glances over at them.“Sorry Mrs. Bonaventura. I’ll be just a second.” Alex says, reaching into his bag. The teacher nods. “Here, sugar. For that ice cream I promised you.”Alex tucks a twenty into his hand, and Morgan just huffs lightly at the excess. Alex raises an eyebrow, as if to dare Morgan to sass him over it, but Morgan just shakes his head. Alex looks pleased as he tucks his wallet into his back pocket.“You walking me home tonight?” Morgan asks. Alex shakes his head.“Sorry, sweetheart. Got patrol tonight. I’ll call you when I get home?”Morgan nods his agreement, and grabs Alex by the collar with one hand to pull him into another kiss.“Last warning, Mr. Shepherd.”Alex jolts back, and Morgan delights in the kiss-drunk look on his boyfriend’s face. “Coming, Mrs. Bonaventura!” Alex says one last goodbye, pulling Morgan’s hand from his collar and pressing a quick kiss to Morgan’s knuckles before he makes his way over to his usual seat.“You too, Mr. Sterling. I’m sure that the cafeteria food isn’t going to eat itself.”Morgan grins, throwing the Latin teacher a two-fingered salute. “Sure thing, teach. I’ll leave the nerds to you.” The teacher shakes her head with a smile as Morgan leans his way into turning around.Morgan pulls out his phone as he makes his way over to the main entrance. The fry shop on the corner sounded like a better lunch than the cafeteria today. Morgan opens up the shopping website he’d been on a few days ago, scrolling until he reaches the right listing. He’s definitely ordering more pairs of those shorts. He wonders if Alex will like how he looks in red, as he inputs his father’s credit card number. Asshole wouldn’t notice a dozen pairs of shorts anyway, making so much money as one of the city’s main heroes. He completes his order, and grins to himself as he makes his way off of school grounds towards the fry shop.With an hour to kill, Morgan’s got plenty of time to come up with ideas to surprise his boyfriend with.
~*~
Three days later, just before he has gym class again, Morgan finds a package waiting for him on the front porch after school. Morgan smiles as he recognizes Alex’s neat handwriting, bringing the cleanly wrapped package into his room. He pulls the taped note off of the brown paper, opening it to see what Alex’s written.
I may be a hero, but that doesn’t mean I want to share.
A hero’s future husband should be protected, right?
– Alex
Morgan laughs at the note, putting it to the side on his bed as he rips open the package. It’s a pair of shorts, the same green color that Morgan liked to wear, but much longer. They look like compression shorts. Morgan snorts as he gets up to change, pulling the new shorts on.They actually look pretty good, as Morgan examines himself in the mirror. The compression part goes down to the tops of his knees, with the loose part of the shorts going about halfway down his thighs. The loose part of the shorts are a slightly lighter shade of green, which Morgan doesn’t mind. He crouches down, and the waistband only pulls down a little as the shorts pull tight over his ass. Definitely the right size. The waistband goes back to where it was before as he straightens up, and Morgan hums in approval. The only mark he can see with these is the barely-there bitemark on the side of his knee. Much less scandalous, he supposes. He checks the time, and an idea pops into his head.Morgan takes a quick selfie in the mirror, making sure to angle it so that the curve of his ass is directly blocking the light coming in from his window. The sharp contrast is nice, carving out the outline of Morgan’s body in a way that has him saving the picture in his favorites. He quickly sends the picture to Alex.He can’t help but laugh again as the hero responds immediately.
I’m on patrol, Morgan.
Morgan bites his lip, falling backwards onto his bed. Busy, huh? Morgan can fix that. The sidekick scooches back, settling properly against his pillows. It takes him a second to pose just how he wants, reaching down into the shorts and jerking himself to half-hard. He can feel the light flush building on his chest, and takes another selfie just as the sun is half-hidden behind a cloud, making Morgan’s room turn golden in the afternoon light.
Come save me, Superior.
Three little dots, jumping on and off the screen for a long minute. Morgan continues stroking himself. If he’s timed it just right, Morgan won’t have to wait long for relief.
Don’t move.
Hook, line, and sinker. Oh, he was so going to get it when his boyfriend got here. He can’t fucking wait.Thank the gods for tiny green shorts.