Secret Identities and Superpowers (1/2)
Title: Secret Identities and Superpowers (1/2)
Author: WibbleyWobbley
Characters: Kevin/Scotty, Wally (and Scotty/OMCs)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Scotty has always loved comic books.
Spoilers: References 4.07
Word Count: ~4,470 total
Disclaimer: Alas.
Twenty-nine years before our story starts, on an average day in southern Mississippi, Alan and Eileen Hawkins woke up, got dressed and went to work, as usual. Little did they know that on that day - that typical, ordinary day - their lives would be changed forever. As their old car puttered down the long, winding driveway to the road, they were silent, holding hands in the middle between their seats. Suddenly, Alan braked. There was a small bundle blocking their path. They climbed out, they inspected the bundle, and much to their surprise, it was the answer to all their dreams. No one knew where he had come from; no missing persons were reported, and no news bulletins were responded to. So he stayed with the Hawkins family and became their pride and joy.
Scotty read as quickly as he could, his lips mouthing out some of the bigger words and his finger following along so he didn’t lose his place, just like Mrs. Grant had taught his class. Then, at a sound in the hallway, he stopped reading, glancing up quickly. He very cautiously twisted the handle of his flashlight, dousing the small source of light. He didn’t move, barely even breathed, as he listened carefully. As soon as he heard the doorknob rattle slightly as it began to turn, Scotty fell backwards onto the bed, flipping the covers over his body - and more importantly, over the comic book and flashlight. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and forced himself to breathe slowly and heavily, throwing in a soft snore for good measure.
There was no movement or sound from the doorway, and he was almost convinced he had succeeded. Then the edge of the mattress dipped down as someone sat on it.
“Just so you know for the future,” his dad said quietly, “you don’t usually snore.”
Scotty sighed and sat up, pushing the covers aside. “Just a few minutes, Dad?”
“What are you reading?” Wally asked, reaching for the book and tilting it towards him to see the title. “Oh, this is a good one.”
“Cluv the Crusader is my favorite,” Scotty replied enthusiastically. “He lives in Mississippi, like us.”
“He’s my favorite too,” Wally said with a grin. He stretched his legs out onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. He put an arm around Scotty’s shoulders and said, “Let’s just read a few more pages, and then bedtime, OK?”
“OK.”
“Don’t tell Mom.”
The first time Cliff Hawkins realized he was different was shortly after his 15th birthday. Suddenly, after years of losing every contest and race, he could run faster - much faster - than all the other boys. He could lift heavier objects; he could jump higher; he could even see and hear more clearly. Late one night, some sound - some very quiet sound that he knew only he could hear - woke him. As if compelled by some otherworldly force, he climbed the stairs to the attic, following the sound. It was coming from a box containing his old baby stuff. Reaching inside the box, Cliff removed his blanket, tearing at it, tearing it apart. Sewn inside the fabric, somehow, was a very small device. As soon as Cliff touched it with his bare skin, it lit up. Then it began to shake in his hand and the sound became shriller than ever. It also became...more intelligible.
“My dear son Cluv, this message was recorded for you in what are sure to be the last days of civil war on our planet, and most likely the last days of our planet Cluvon itself. I must send you from here to somewhere safe, where you can live on - ”
From that night on, as his powers continued to grow, as his senses continued to heighten, Cliff became something more. To his parents, to his friends - and enemies - at school, he remained Cliff Hawkins, somewhat clumsy, somewhat useless. But to himself, he began to realize what he could do for his adopted home, all the help he could give. And he became something more. He became Cluv the Crusader.
Scotty didn’t have any homework that day, which made study hall exceptionally more boring than usual. He had tried to pretend to read his textbook for a while, but he’d given up after only fifteen minutes. He snuck an old Cluv comic book his father gave to him last week out of his backpack, but he hadn’t had many pages left to read. And now, he was absent-mindedly nibbling on the end of his pen while he - unintentionally, even unknowingly - stared.
Jack Kellon was new to the school; he joined their class only last week. There was something strangely compelling about him. Scotty wanted to be friends, but for some reason, he couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to him. Part of the problem was he was already hanging out with some of the cool kids. Scotty wasn’t at the absolute bottom of the social scene, but he certainly was different, somehow, and everyone knew it.
Jack stretched, twisting to one side and then the other in his chair. Then he leaned forward in his seat, reaching to his backpack on the floor. The back of his shirt rode up, and Scotty could see several inches of bare skin. And that’s when it happened.
He got hard. Harder than he could ever remember being. He knew this happened sometimes, heard other boys talking about trying to control it at school. Scotty had only ever been like this when he woke up in the morning, or sometimes late at night or in the shower. He only recently started doing something about it when it happened, and it was...pretty cool. He didn’t know why it happened now, but when Jack turned again, catching Scotty’s eyes as he continued to stare, Scotty got incredibly even harder. He could feel himself throbbing, and he knew this wasn’t just going to go away on its own. Quickly moving his book onto his lap, he raised his hand. When Mr. Swenson acknowledged him and nodded, Scotty hurried out of the room to the bathroom.
Locked in a stall, moving as quickly as he could, biting his palm so he wouldn’t make any sound, Scotty stroked himself roughly. For the first time ever, this wasn’t just about experimenting to see what it felt like, to find out what things worked better than others. His mind wasn’t simply blank like usual. This time, he was picturing Jack, imagining Jack with his shirt completely off, smiling at Scotty, licking his lips, leaning in for a - Scotty bucked, coming over his fist.
Thankfully, study hall was his last class of the day. There was no way Scotty would have been able to concentrate on anything else. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but he knew it wasn’t particularly a good thing. He couldn’t mention what had happened, and it certainly couldn’t happen again. He’d have to learn how to control himself, at school at least. In the privacy of his own bedroom...well that was something else, entirely.
Cluv lifted his head slowly. He stuck out his tongue, licking the blood off his lips, and he winced. He should have known better than to trust a beautiful woman.
Amanda, or Aviatrix as he now realized she was, walked slowly towards him, the heels of her boots clacking against the floor of the warehouse. She lifted a hand to his cheek, and he tried unsuccessfully to move his head away.
“Oh, Cluv, Cluv, Cluv,” she tutted. “Did you honestly think you’d be able to stop me?” She finished her question with something between a pat and a slap. Then she leaned forward, kissing him hard. Cluv grunted; it was hard to believe these were the same lips he was so entranced by only hours before. She stepped back, lifting her hand to remove his mask. When she saw his full face, she began to laugh.
“YOU?! Oh, who would believe it? And soon the whole world will know that their beloved Crusader is nothing more than - ”
And at that moment, the chains which Cluv had been surreptitiously pulling at finally snapped. He pulled himself free, ready to battle Aviatrix once more. This time, he must succeed - or else.
The summer before his senior year of high school, Scotty went with his dad to the comic convention. His mother simply rolled her eyes as they packed up the car before driving all the way to San Diego. It was a pretty classic road trip, with music blaring and snack wrappers strewn about the floor of the backseat. They talked about all the cool things they’d see at the convention and about what Scotty was planning on doing after high school. It was probably the best time Scotty had ever spent with his dad.
The last day of the convention, Wally took out his new Cluv the Crusader costume for a competition. While he was upstairs in their hotel room changing, Scotty strolled around some of the displays. He stopped abruptly when he saw three men walking towards him in their costumes. Their very-revealing costumes. Scotty blinked as he stared at their flat stomachs, broad shoulders, bare legs. They passed him, and Scotty - quite unsubtly - turned around to continue looking. The view was even better from the back. He caught himself suddenly, clearing his throat as he looked away quickly. The first thing that distracted him was a Captain America lunchbox. He stared at it blankly for a moment, taking deep breaths.
“You like Captain America?” a voice next to him asked.
Scotty started and straightened. He looked at the speaker - a young guy, probably a few years older than him. Way too good-looking to be into comics, in Scotty’s opinion, but he wasn’t going to complain.
“He’s OK,” Scotty said. “My favorite is Cluv the Crusader.”
“Cluv? Really?” he asked, laughing teasingly as he took a step closer to Scotty.
Scotty blushed slightly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I know. But my dad got me hooked on them. We’re from Mississippi, so it was kind of - ”
“Hey, that’s cool. I just didn’t think anyone read him anymore. But I can see the appeal. Wholesome, good-looking Southern boy with secret powers,” he trailed off, tilting his head slightly.
Scotty’s blush deepened, and he turned away. “Well, uh...”
“Speaking of which,” the other guy continued, somewhat brazenly, “I just bought some pretty cool Superman stuff. It’s up in my room. Want to come see?”
Scotty swallowed thickly, feeling his heart begin to pound. He tried to convince himself that he was still in an overly-erotic state from the costumed men, that the other boy couldn’t possibly have meant what Scotty’s mind immediately read into his invitation.
“Ye - yeah, sure,” Scotty agreed.
The other man looked into his eyes, grinning slowly. “Great,” he said. Then he held out a hand. “I’m Dave.”
“Scotty,” he replied breathlessly, shaking his hand.
The entire elevator ride, Scotty’s skin continued to tingle as his nerves sent shock waves through him. He tried to remain calm, but he imagined he sounded pretty ridiculous as he made small talk. Dave was there with some friends from college. He went to school in Arizona. He had been to two conventions before. He wouldn’t stop smiling at Scotty.
Scotty took a deep breath as he walked through Dave’s hotel room door, trying not to think of the fact that they were only several doors down from his own room, and definitely pretending not to notice Dave slip the do not disturb sign on the handle before closing it. He slowly walked closer to Scotty. Scotty’s heart was pounding in his ears, and when Dave was directly in front of him, he immediately turned away.
“So this Superman stuff?” he asked, clearing his throat.
There was a pause, and then Dave said, his voice sounding amused, “Over here.”
Scotty nodded at Dave as he handed Scotty the comic book. He looked down at the cover, but he couldn’t read it - he barely even saw it. Dave had stayed right next to him, and Scotty could feel the warmth coming off his body. Dave reached forward, pointing at something on the cover. He made some comment, which Scotty didn’t hear because at the same time, Dave moved his other hand to Scotty’s back. He lightly ran his fingers up and down. Scotty closed his eyes, breathing out quickly and wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Relax,” Dave said quietly. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Read a Superman comic?” Scotty asked, half-seriously, half-irrationally.
Dave chuckled, slowly removing the book from Scotty’s very loose grasp. “Forget about the comic already.”
He pushed Scotty backwards towards the bed, moving himself around so he was facing Scotty. He lifted one hand to Scotty’s face, tangling the tips of his fingers in Scotty’s hair. Scotty finally opened his eyes again, staring at the other man in lust and more than a little bit of shock that this was actually happening.
“We’ll go slow,” Dave murmured. Scotty nodded dumbly just before the other man kissed him and simultaneously nudged him onto the bed.
And they did go slow, at first. Scotty wasn’t sure how much time passed while they did nothing more than make out. He had never kissed a boy (or really, anyone) before, and it was surreal. Dave’s stubble was rough against his own mouth and cheeks; his muscles quivered against Scotty as he moved his hands along Scotty’s body. He groaned deeply and quietly, the sound rumbling through Scotty’s ear straight to his cock. Dave lifted his upper body, pressing his hips into Scotty’s, rotating slowly at first and then faster and faster as he rubbed against Scotty. Scotty gasped, clutching tightly at Dave’s sides.
The other man sat back on his legs, breaking almost all contact with Scotty. Scotty moaned in disappointment, scrabbling his hands forward and grabbing the other man’s thighs. Scotty dug his fingernails in slightly, his own hips rocking almost entirely out of his control. He was breathing very heavily, and there were no longer any clear thoughts in his brain.
Dave reached his hands forward, resting his fingers lightly on the button of Scotty’s jeans. “You OK? Ready for this?” he asked.
Scotty bit his lip, making a small noise deep in his throat as he nodded quickly. Dave unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and Scotty sighed in relief as he came free. Dave ran his palm firmly along the length of Scotty’s erection, and Scotty nearly lifted himself entirely off the bed in response.
Dave chuckled, pushing Scotty’s hips back down with his other hand, then rubbing his thigh softly. “Calm down,” he said, the strain in his voice revealing his own arousal. “Try to relax.”
Scotty whimpered as Dave continued to stroke him. The feel of a warm hand on him was strangely familiar and yet so very, very different. Then Dave leaned sideways, reaching over the side of the bed and opening a duffle bag one-handed. Soon, he sat back up again, holding a condom and a small tube.
After that, their attempts at slow ended abruptly. Dave’s fingers - much thicker than Scotty’s own - moved inside him, and the sensation was the most painful and most pleasurable thing Scotty had ever felt. He then entered Scotty, who felt like he was being split down the middle. Scotty barely breathed as they moved together. He groaned and hissed and eventually relaxed, accepting Dave’s eager thrusts. Dave came first, his fingernails leaving half-moon marks on Scotty’s shoulders and his teeth nearly breaking the skin over Scotty’s collar bone. He collapsed on top of Scotty, breathing heavily but otherwise not moving for several long moments. Then he propped himself up on one arm, pulling slowly out of Scotty. Scotty moaned, but he didn’t concentrate long on the loss or the relief, as Dave took hold of him again. He wrapped his hand tightly around Scotty, this time moving a bit faster than he had earlier. After only a few beats, Scotty’s nerves, his discomfort, his fear finally gave way completely, and he came with a shout.
Sometime later, Scotty felt a hand shaking him awake. “Time to get up,” came a far-away voice. Scotty hovered in sleep for a moment, and then as soon as he remembered what happened, he sat bolt upright in bed.
Dave, now fully dressed, laughed. “Hey, it’s OK. You’re kind of jumpy, you know that, kid?”
“Sorry, I - ”
“No problem. I was like that my first time, too.”
Scotty took a breath. “Was I,” he asked, blushing. “I mean, did I...?”
Dave smirked, raising one eyebrow teasingly. “I have no complaints.”
Scotty laughed, embarrassed. “Good, I...me neither.”
They looked at each other for a moment, and then Dave swung his legs off the bed, standing. “You gotta go. I have to meet my friends for dinner.”
“What time is it?” Scotty asked, startled.
“Almost 5:30,” Dave replied.
“Oh, crap!” Scotty gathered his clothes, dressing as quickly as he could. “My dad’s gonna lose it,” he explained.
Dave followed him to the door of the hotel room. Just before he opened it, he grabbed Scotty by the shoulders. “Relax. Come up with a good excuse, and you’ll be fine.”
Scotty nodded, then paused. “Uh, so can I, I don’t know, have your number or something?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Dave said.
“Oh, OK,” Scotty replied, trying to hide his disappointment.
“Scott, you’re in high school in Mississippi. I’m in college in - ”
“Scotty,” he interrupted. “And I know. I just...”
Dave reached around him, opening the door to the room and pushing him into the hall, leaving one hand resting on his chest. “It was nice meeting you, Scotty.”
He leaned forward, giving Scotty one last, lingering kiss. Scotty rose on his tiptoes, following after him as he started to pull away. Dave kissed him once again, quickly, and then closed the door. Scotty stared at it for a second, then sighed. He was about to turn away when he felt someone else’s presence in the hallway. Scotty turned and saw his dad staring at him in surprise.
“There you are,” Wally said, somewhat tonelessly.
The ride home was filled with just as much conversation as the ride there. But it was nowhere near as much fun.
Conclusion
A/N: Let's pretend Cluv the Crusader comics are written in a much more narrative style than most "Bam! Pow!" comic books. And also that they're not obvious Superman rip-offs! :D
Author: WibbleyWobbley
Characters: Kevin/Scotty, Wally (and Scotty/OMCs)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Scotty has always loved comic books.
Spoilers: References 4.07
Word Count: ~4,470 total
Disclaimer: Alas.
Twenty-nine years before our story starts, on an average day in southern Mississippi, Alan and Eileen Hawkins woke up, got dressed and went to work, as usual. Little did they know that on that day - that typical, ordinary day - their lives would be changed forever. As their old car puttered down the long, winding driveway to the road, they were silent, holding hands in the middle between their seats. Suddenly, Alan braked. There was a small bundle blocking their path. They climbed out, they inspected the bundle, and much to their surprise, it was the answer to all their dreams. No one knew where he had come from; no missing persons were reported, and no news bulletins were responded to. So he stayed with the Hawkins family and became their pride and joy.
Scotty read as quickly as he could, his lips mouthing out some of the bigger words and his finger following along so he didn’t lose his place, just like Mrs. Grant had taught his class. Then, at a sound in the hallway, he stopped reading, glancing up quickly. He very cautiously twisted the handle of his flashlight, dousing the small source of light. He didn’t move, barely even breathed, as he listened carefully. As soon as he heard the doorknob rattle slightly as it began to turn, Scotty fell backwards onto the bed, flipping the covers over his body - and more importantly, over the comic book and flashlight. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and forced himself to breathe slowly and heavily, throwing in a soft snore for good measure.
There was no movement or sound from the doorway, and he was almost convinced he had succeeded. Then the edge of the mattress dipped down as someone sat on it.
“Just so you know for the future,” his dad said quietly, “you don’t usually snore.”
Scotty sighed and sat up, pushing the covers aside. “Just a few minutes, Dad?”
“What are you reading?” Wally asked, reaching for the book and tilting it towards him to see the title. “Oh, this is a good one.”
“Cluv the Crusader is my favorite,” Scotty replied enthusiastically. “He lives in Mississippi, like us.”
“He’s my favorite too,” Wally said with a grin. He stretched his legs out onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. He put an arm around Scotty’s shoulders and said, “Let’s just read a few more pages, and then bedtime, OK?”
“OK.”
“Don’t tell Mom.”
The first time Cliff Hawkins realized he was different was shortly after his 15th birthday. Suddenly, after years of losing every contest and race, he could run faster - much faster - than all the other boys. He could lift heavier objects; he could jump higher; he could even see and hear more clearly. Late one night, some sound - some very quiet sound that he knew only he could hear - woke him. As if compelled by some otherworldly force, he climbed the stairs to the attic, following the sound. It was coming from a box containing his old baby stuff. Reaching inside the box, Cliff removed his blanket, tearing at it, tearing it apart. Sewn inside the fabric, somehow, was a very small device. As soon as Cliff touched it with his bare skin, it lit up. Then it began to shake in his hand and the sound became shriller than ever. It also became...more intelligible.
“My dear son Cluv, this message was recorded for you in what are sure to be the last days of civil war on our planet, and most likely the last days of our planet Cluvon itself. I must send you from here to somewhere safe, where you can live on - ”
From that night on, as his powers continued to grow, as his senses continued to heighten, Cliff became something more. To his parents, to his friends - and enemies - at school, he remained Cliff Hawkins, somewhat clumsy, somewhat useless. But to himself, he began to realize what he could do for his adopted home, all the help he could give. And he became something more. He became Cluv the Crusader.
Scotty didn’t have any homework that day, which made study hall exceptionally more boring than usual. He had tried to pretend to read his textbook for a while, but he’d given up after only fifteen minutes. He snuck an old Cluv comic book his father gave to him last week out of his backpack, but he hadn’t had many pages left to read. And now, he was absent-mindedly nibbling on the end of his pen while he - unintentionally, even unknowingly - stared.
Jack Kellon was new to the school; he joined their class only last week. There was something strangely compelling about him. Scotty wanted to be friends, but for some reason, he couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to him. Part of the problem was he was already hanging out with some of the cool kids. Scotty wasn’t at the absolute bottom of the social scene, but he certainly was different, somehow, and everyone knew it.
Jack stretched, twisting to one side and then the other in his chair. Then he leaned forward in his seat, reaching to his backpack on the floor. The back of his shirt rode up, and Scotty could see several inches of bare skin. And that’s when it happened.
He got hard. Harder than he could ever remember being. He knew this happened sometimes, heard other boys talking about trying to control it at school. Scotty had only ever been like this when he woke up in the morning, or sometimes late at night or in the shower. He only recently started doing something about it when it happened, and it was...pretty cool. He didn’t know why it happened now, but when Jack turned again, catching Scotty’s eyes as he continued to stare, Scotty got incredibly even harder. He could feel himself throbbing, and he knew this wasn’t just going to go away on its own. Quickly moving his book onto his lap, he raised his hand. When Mr. Swenson acknowledged him and nodded, Scotty hurried out of the room to the bathroom.
Locked in a stall, moving as quickly as he could, biting his palm so he wouldn’t make any sound, Scotty stroked himself roughly. For the first time ever, this wasn’t just about experimenting to see what it felt like, to find out what things worked better than others. His mind wasn’t simply blank like usual. This time, he was picturing Jack, imagining Jack with his shirt completely off, smiling at Scotty, licking his lips, leaning in for a - Scotty bucked, coming over his fist.
Thankfully, study hall was his last class of the day. There was no way Scotty would have been able to concentrate on anything else. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but he knew it wasn’t particularly a good thing. He couldn’t mention what had happened, and it certainly couldn’t happen again. He’d have to learn how to control himself, at school at least. In the privacy of his own bedroom...well that was something else, entirely.
Cluv lifted his head slowly. He stuck out his tongue, licking the blood off his lips, and he winced. He should have known better than to trust a beautiful woman.
Amanda, or Aviatrix as he now realized she was, walked slowly towards him, the heels of her boots clacking against the floor of the warehouse. She lifted a hand to his cheek, and he tried unsuccessfully to move his head away.
“Oh, Cluv, Cluv, Cluv,” she tutted. “Did you honestly think you’d be able to stop me?” She finished her question with something between a pat and a slap. Then she leaned forward, kissing him hard. Cluv grunted; it was hard to believe these were the same lips he was so entranced by only hours before. She stepped back, lifting her hand to remove his mask. When she saw his full face, she began to laugh.
“YOU?! Oh, who would believe it? And soon the whole world will know that their beloved Crusader is nothing more than - ”
And at that moment, the chains which Cluv had been surreptitiously pulling at finally snapped. He pulled himself free, ready to battle Aviatrix once more. This time, he must succeed - or else.
The summer before his senior year of high school, Scotty went with his dad to the comic convention. His mother simply rolled her eyes as they packed up the car before driving all the way to San Diego. It was a pretty classic road trip, with music blaring and snack wrappers strewn about the floor of the backseat. They talked about all the cool things they’d see at the convention and about what Scotty was planning on doing after high school. It was probably the best time Scotty had ever spent with his dad.
The last day of the convention, Wally took out his new Cluv the Crusader costume for a competition. While he was upstairs in their hotel room changing, Scotty strolled around some of the displays. He stopped abruptly when he saw three men walking towards him in their costumes. Their very-revealing costumes. Scotty blinked as he stared at their flat stomachs, broad shoulders, bare legs. They passed him, and Scotty - quite unsubtly - turned around to continue looking. The view was even better from the back. He caught himself suddenly, clearing his throat as he looked away quickly. The first thing that distracted him was a Captain America lunchbox. He stared at it blankly for a moment, taking deep breaths.
“You like Captain America?” a voice next to him asked.
Scotty started and straightened. He looked at the speaker - a young guy, probably a few years older than him. Way too good-looking to be into comics, in Scotty’s opinion, but he wasn’t going to complain.
“He’s OK,” Scotty said. “My favorite is Cluv the Crusader.”
“Cluv? Really?” he asked, laughing teasingly as he took a step closer to Scotty.
Scotty blushed slightly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I know. But my dad got me hooked on them. We’re from Mississippi, so it was kind of - ”
“Hey, that’s cool. I just didn’t think anyone read him anymore. But I can see the appeal. Wholesome, good-looking Southern boy with secret powers,” he trailed off, tilting his head slightly.
Scotty’s blush deepened, and he turned away. “Well, uh...”
“Speaking of which,” the other guy continued, somewhat brazenly, “I just bought some pretty cool Superman stuff. It’s up in my room. Want to come see?”
Scotty swallowed thickly, feeling his heart begin to pound. He tried to convince himself that he was still in an overly-erotic state from the costumed men, that the other boy couldn’t possibly have meant what Scotty’s mind immediately read into his invitation.
“Ye - yeah, sure,” Scotty agreed.
The other man looked into his eyes, grinning slowly. “Great,” he said. Then he held out a hand. “I’m Dave.”
“Scotty,” he replied breathlessly, shaking his hand.
The entire elevator ride, Scotty’s skin continued to tingle as his nerves sent shock waves through him. He tried to remain calm, but he imagined he sounded pretty ridiculous as he made small talk. Dave was there with some friends from college. He went to school in Arizona. He had been to two conventions before. He wouldn’t stop smiling at Scotty.
Scotty took a deep breath as he walked through Dave’s hotel room door, trying not to think of the fact that they were only several doors down from his own room, and definitely pretending not to notice Dave slip the do not disturb sign on the handle before closing it. He slowly walked closer to Scotty. Scotty’s heart was pounding in his ears, and when Dave was directly in front of him, he immediately turned away.
“So this Superman stuff?” he asked, clearing his throat.
There was a pause, and then Dave said, his voice sounding amused, “Over here.”
Scotty nodded at Dave as he handed Scotty the comic book. He looked down at the cover, but he couldn’t read it - he barely even saw it. Dave had stayed right next to him, and Scotty could feel the warmth coming off his body. Dave reached forward, pointing at something on the cover. He made some comment, which Scotty didn’t hear because at the same time, Dave moved his other hand to Scotty’s back. He lightly ran his fingers up and down. Scotty closed his eyes, breathing out quickly and wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Relax,” Dave said quietly. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Read a Superman comic?” Scotty asked, half-seriously, half-irrationally.
Dave chuckled, slowly removing the book from Scotty’s very loose grasp. “Forget about the comic already.”
He pushed Scotty backwards towards the bed, moving himself around so he was facing Scotty. He lifted one hand to Scotty’s face, tangling the tips of his fingers in Scotty’s hair. Scotty finally opened his eyes again, staring at the other man in lust and more than a little bit of shock that this was actually happening.
“We’ll go slow,” Dave murmured. Scotty nodded dumbly just before the other man kissed him and simultaneously nudged him onto the bed.
And they did go slow, at first. Scotty wasn’t sure how much time passed while they did nothing more than make out. He had never kissed a boy (or really, anyone) before, and it was surreal. Dave’s stubble was rough against his own mouth and cheeks; his muscles quivered against Scotty as he moved his hands along Scotty’s body. He groaned deeply and quietly, the sound rumbling through Scotty’s ear straight to his cock. Dave lifted his upper body, pressing his hips into Scotty’s, rotating slowly at first and then faster and faster as he rubbed against Scotty. Scotty gasped, clutching tightly at Dave’s sides.
The other man sat back on his legs, breaking almost all contact with Scotty. Scotty moaned in disappointment, scrabbling his hands forward and grabbing the other man’s thighs. Scotty dug his fingernails in slightly, his own hips rocking almost entirely out of his control. He was breathing very heavily, and there were no longer any clear thoughts in his brain.
Dave reached his hands forward, resting his fingers lightly on the button of Scotty’s jeans. “You OK? Ready for this?” he asked.
Scotty bit his lip, making a small noise deep in his throat as he nodded quickly. Dave unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and Scotty sighed in relief as he came free. Dave ran his palm firmly along the length of Scotty’s erection, and Scotty nearly lifted himself entirely off the bed in response.
Dave chuckled, pushing Scotty’s hips back down with his other hand, then rubbing his thigh softly. “Calm down,” he said, the strain in his voice revealing his own arousal. “Try to relax.”
Scotty whimpered as Dave continued to stroke him. The feel of a warm hand on him was strangely familiar and yet so very, very different. Then Dave leaned sideways, reaching over the side of the bed and opening a duffle bag one-handed. Soon, he sat back up again, holding a condom and a small tube.
After that, their attempts at slow ended abruptly. Dave’s fingers - much thicker than Scotty’s own - moved inside him, and the sensation was the most painful and most pleasurable thing Scotty had ever felt. He then entered Scotty, who felt like he was being split down the middle. Scotty barely breathed as they moved together. He groaned and hissed and eventually relaxed, accepting Dave’s eager thrusts. Dave came first, his fingernails leaving half-moon marks on Scotty’s shoulders and his teeth nearly breaking the skin over Scotty’s collar bone. He collapsed on top of Scotty, breathing heavily but otherwise not moving for several long moments. Then he propped himself up on one arm, pulling slowly out of Scotty. Scotty moaned, but he didn’t concentrate long on the loss or the relief, as Dave took hold of him again. He wrapped his hand tightly around Scotty, this time moving a bit faster than he had earlier. After only a few beats, Scotty’s nerves, his discomfort, his fear finally gave way completely, and he came with a shout.
Sometime later, Scotty felt a hand shaking him awake. “Time to get up,” came a far-away voice. Scotty hovered in sleep for a moment, and then as soon as he remembered what happened, he sat bolt upright in bed.
Dave, now fully dressed, laughed. “Hey, it’s OK. You’re kind of jumpy, you know that, kid?”
“Sorry, I - ”
“No problem. I was like that my first time, too.”
Scotty took a breath. “Was I,” he asked, blushing. “I mean, did I...?”
Dave smirked, raising one eyebrow teasingly. “I have no complaints.”
Scotty laughed, embarrassed. “Good, I...me neither.”
They looked at each other for a moment, and then Dave swung his legs off the bed, standing. “You gotta go. I have to meet my friends for dinner.”
“What time is it?” Scotty asked, startled.
“Almost 5:30,” Dave replied.
“Oh, crap!” Scotty gathered his clothes, dressing as quickly as he could. “My dad’s gonna lose it,” he explained.
Dave followed him to the door of the hotel room. Just before he opened it, he grabbed Scotty by the shoulders. “Relax. Come up with a good excuse, and you’ll be fine.”
Scotty nodded, then paused. “Uh, so can I, I don’t know, have your number or something?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Dave said.
“Oh, OK,” Scotty replied, trying to hide his disappointment.
“Scott, you’re in high school in Mississippi. I’m in college in - ”
“Scotty,” he interrupted. “And I know. I just...”
Dave reached around him, opening the door to the room and pushing him into the hall, leaving one hand resting on his chest. “It was nice meeting you, Scotty.”
He leaned forward, giving Scotty one last, lingering kiss. Scotty rose on his tiptoes, following after him as he started to pull away. Dave kissed him once again, quickly, and then closed the door. Scotty stared at it for a second, then sighed. He was about to turn away when he felt someone else’s presence in the hallway. Scotty turned and saw his dad staring at him in surprise.
“There you are,” Wally said, somewhat tonelessly.
The ride home was filled with just as much conversation as the ride there. But it was nowhere near as much fun.
Conclusion
A/N: Let's pretend Cluv the Crusader comics are written in a much more narrative style than most "Bam! Pow!" comic books. And also that they're not obvious Superman rip-offs! :D