Comfort Zone

The night has been slow, boring and - most obnoxiously - terribly rainy. Ta'quan hates having to patrol on nights like these because not only is it a frustrating disaster to fight in the rain, but his supersuit sticks to him like a second skin; peeling it off is always an exercise in frustration, not entirely unlike taking off a swimsuit when you're sweaty. At least after four hours, he was given clearance from the headquarters to go home.

With a languid stretch, he makes his way through the glistening streets of the city, glancing at all of the glowing windows like eyes on the dark faces of buildings. Sometimes he sees a silhouette through them that was distinctive enough to make out what is taking place, which is how he ends up counting what appears to be at least three different couples having sex.

Ta'quan is not a complicated man; by the third one, he already knows he's not going home just yet.

Slipping into the shadows, Ta'quan is quick to reroute himself to a different apartment - Jason's. He wasn't on call that night, so Ta'quan feels a housecall is more than appropriate, especially since they've recently graduated their relationship from "mutually pining teammates" to "sort-of boyfriends." (It's a long story.)

Sliding up the brick wall outside of Jason's apartment, Ta'quan finally takes proper human shape again once he's sitting outside on the fire escape. Through the window, he sees Jason, eyes heavy with fatigue, brown whorls curling sweetly against his forehead and neck. Ta'quan always grins when he sees Jason, and tonight is no different.

After only a few minutes of tapping on the glass, Jason finally looks toward the window, and - as expected - leaps up from his chair in surprise. Immediately, Ta'quan starts laughing, and continues to laugh as Jason opens the window to let him in.

"What on Earth are you doing outside of my window like-- like some kind of prowler?" He stammers, flustered. "Can't you knock at my door like a normal person?"

"Uh, you the one always sayin' I gotta be discreet," Ta'quan replies cheekily, slithering in through the window to stand in front of him. He pulls his hood down. "You think I outta show up at ya door in my supersuit? For real?"

Jason frowns, but has no argument to counter with. He's so cute when he pouts that Ta'quan just can't resist reaching for him, hands gravitating right where they belong: on Jason's backside.

"Reaper--Tee-- you're all wet," he complains; however, he doesn't make an effort to push him away.

"So what? C'mere-- gimme some sugar," Ta'quan replies, bringing Jason closer until he's flush against him. He loves how easily Jason lets his mouth fall open to let his tongue inside. "I missed ya, Jayce..."

When Jason pulls back, his ears are Ta'quan's favorite shade of pink, but even he can't resist smiling in return. "I can't help but feel as if I'm rewarding bad behavior..."

"So comin' 'round to see you after my patrol's bad behavior?" Ta'quan smiles. "Guess I'm a real bad man, then."

"That's..." He sighs, shaking his head. "You should go wash up, you're positively sopping."

"Aight, aight, lemme go get scrubbed up." Ta'quan starts the miserable process of peeling off half of his suit; Jason could stand to make it less obvious that he's staring, but Ta'quan chooses not to call him out this time.

"There should be a clean towel you can use in the cabinet. I'll get you some clothes to borrow." Of course, Jason is all business - personally, Ta'quan didn't intend to be wearing clothes after his shower, but he figures it's only polite to go along with it. It can always be re-negotiated later.

When Ta'quan heads into the bathroom, he's got half his costume hanging up to dry, and then something very specific on the counter catches his eye.

Right in plain view, next to a very modest little bottle of lube, is a buttplug.

Immediately, Ta'quan picks it up, turning the corner out of the bathroom back to Jason's bedroom.

"Ayo, Jayce," he calls out, rotating it in his hands. It's surprisingly heavy and thicker than he would have anticipated Jason going for.

Jason is about to answer him when he turns in his seat to see Ta'quan holding the metal toy with a distinctive upper curve. His whole face turns red.

"What's this?" Ta'quan asks.

"... I would appreciate it if you didn't present yourself as purposefully obtuse," Jason replies dryly. "You and I both know exactly what that is."

"I mean, yeah, but like..." Ta'quan scratches his chin. "Why do you have one?"

Jason's face is reaching new colors that Ta'quan was unaware capillaries were capable of making. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, looking remarkably humiliated. Ta'quan doesn't understand how an atheist Jew is capable of such Catholic levels of sexual guilt.

"Do you recall a few weeks back, when we had discussed... exploration?" Every word out of Jason's mouth sounds like he was held at gunpoint to say it. "Because, um, after that conversation, I... I thought I would... er, take initiative and... well."

Ta'quan takes a seat on the bed, still marveling at the weightiness of the toy. This was a bold choice, especially for Jason - kinda hot. "Aight, well, why was it just sittin' out on the counter like that, though?"

Jason tugs his ears. "I... have debated using it, but haven't quite gotten the courage to... go forward with it."

"Y'think it's 'cause this thing big as fuck?" Ta'quan laughs, gesturing at him with it. "Why didn't you get somethin', like, smaller?"

"I've never bought any of these kinds of, um, erotic accouterments--"

"Sex toys," he interrupts. "Just say sex toy, man, c'mon."

Jason narrows his eyes. "I should have checked the measurements more closely, is what I will say. But even if it were smaller, I..."

For a moment, he turns away, trailing off in what is obviously intense and overwhelming embarrassment. Ta'quan is sympathetic to his caginess, but also the mental image of Jason working a toy like this into himself so he can accommodate him at some point makes the lower half of Ta'quan's supersuit feel way tighter than it already is.

"I don't know. I felt profoundly stupid about it, once I'd unboxed it and... looked at it," Jason finishes, scrunching up his face. "It felt, ah, hedonistic and... ridiculous."

"Dude, it's not," Ta'quan says, scooting closer towards Jason from the bed. "Maybe the real problem ya got's, like, ya tryna do it all by yourself instead of... letting me help. You feel me?"

Somehow, the blood vessels in Jason's face have not erupted, though they appear dangerously close. "You mean...?"

Standing from the bed, Ta'quan towers over Jason in his chair, stroking his fingertips along the soft waves of hair trailing down his neck. Jason lets out an edgy little breath. So sensitive.

"Y'outta let me help you with it, right?" Ta'quan licks his teeth. "It's one of those things where, like, ya brain 'n' ya body gotta work together for it to like, feel good. So maybe you ain't, like, brain-horny enough without me around."

Jason doesn't reply, but he does seem to enjoy the path Ta'quan's thumb is tracing - from the back of his ear to the angle of his jaw all the way to his lips. His eyes are taking on that shine they always do when Ta'quan gets really under his skin.

"Tell you what..." Ta'quan presses Jason's mouth open just to see if he'll let him. Of course, he does. "I'mma go take a shower, and if y'want some help with this toy... you should join me."

"Um, well, you see, I... I was doing a bit of extra work when you decided to stop in, and... I don't know if I should let myself be so..." He swallows. "Distracted..."

"It's up to you, Jayce," Ta'quan shrugs. "But I think it's crazy if you'd rather work than let me fool around wit ya, just sayin'."

Jason laughs nervously. "I'm a well-established workaholic, you see."

Ta'quan hums, drawing his hand away from Jason as to leave him hungry for more. "Well, I'll be there if you change ya mind."

Jason nods and lets Ta'quan leave with little fanfare. He can tell by the look on Jason's face that he's conflicted, but what really sold the disparity between his mind and his body was the erection Ta'quan considerately did not call attention to. He's so shy, Ta'quan really has to pick and choose his comments sometimes - but that'll change in due time.

Once Ta'quan is in the shower, he squirts a gloop of body wash onto his palm and works it into his armpits, along his arms and between all his other nooks and crannies. Only a few minutes into his shower, he hears the door open.

"Um, are you... still interested in, ah, having company?" Jason asks sheepishly.

Ta'quan pulls the shower curtain back to see that Jason's actually already completely naked - so who is he to say no to that? He can't help but grin. "Yeah, man, c'mon in!"

The second Jason joins him, the cramped shower forces their bodies to be so close that they're practically already touching tips. Before Jason can say something insecure and unsexy, Ta'quan kisses him deeply, driving him backwards into the tile.

"So... y'wanna try that toy of yours?" Ta'quan asks, biting his lip. "I can help you warm up..."

"If... you wouldn't mind," he replies breathlessly. "You're quite persuasive when you want to be, I find..."

Ta'quan's hands are still slick from the body wash, which makes touching Jason even more fun: palms sliding over his pecs, over his intense and immediate erection, and then over the curve of his ass. Ta'quan gives it a solid squeeze, and Jason rewards him with a gasp.

"Y'know what I was thinkin' 'bout? Like, what your problem is?" Ta'quan massages in circles across his cheeks. "I think ya gotta fix ya mindset on it, you know what I'm sayin'?"

The more intimate Ta'quan's been with him, the more courage Jason has to touch him back, hands resting gently at the nape of his neck. "In what way?"

"Like instead of bein' all, like, you think it's, um, just for you, you should think of it like..." Ta'quan locks eyes with him. "I wanna fuck you in the ass, so ya gwaan do it 'cause I want you to."

Jason's breath catches in his throat; he always seems startled by how commanding Ta'quan can be, then startled further by how much it turns him on. When Ta'quan drives his point home by rubbing his fingers in just the right spot, Jason moans without any attempt to stop himself.

"Goddamn, you fuckin' love it when I tell ya what to do," Ta'quan sighs. "Is that what gets you off, Jayce? When I push you around?"

Despite his apprehension to meet Ta'quan's gaze, Jason nods. "Yeah..."

Somehow, all of Ta'quan's fantasies about making Archangel - uptight, emotionless, perpetual stick-in-the-mud Archangel - submit really can't hold a candle to the reality of him actually willingly submitting to him once the costumes are off. So pliant and yielding - Ta'quan feels it in his dick, and that surge of arousal makes him drive a couple of fingers deeper inside. Jason gasps, leaning forward into him.

Instinctively, he's already tightening around Ta'quan's fingers, so Ta'quan kisses his ears and pinches his nipples to help him relax more. He expected Jason to complain more about the sensation, but he's not got a lot to say, his mouth occupied with other more indulgent sounds.

"How's that feel?" Ta'quan asks, trying to go slow, but deep. "Y'like that?"

Jason's face reveals more than he likely wants it to, eyelids heavy. "It's... more, ah, intense when someone else does it..."

"Trust me, my dick's gonna feel even better than this." Ta'quan's fingers, long and precise, start pressing right where Jason needs it most. "God, look at you, fuckin'... leakin' everywhere, man, damn."

The harder Ta'quan rubs, the more disheveled Jason gets, every little push earning a sincere, guttural groan. It gets to the point where Ta'quan honestly suspects Jason might wind up making himself hyperventilate, and as funny as the idea of making him pass out from prostate play is, Ta'quan is not interested in having to call an ambulance over it - especially because Jason's mortification would likely bar Ta'quan from ever getting a chance like this again.

"Hey, um, I'm 'bout ready to head out of the shower." Ta'quan pulls out and washes his hands with more body wash. "You good? Ya look kinda out of it."

"Oh-- I'm fine, but, um, you're right, we should... we should get out," Jason replies, bashful. He reaches out of the shower to grab his own towel, leaving Ta'quan to follow him out after. "Not good to waste water like this..."

When they're both drying off, Ta'quan sees that just as he said he would, Jason did bring him some pajamas to borrow - then he notices the buttplug and can't keep the grin off of his face.

"So ya still wanna try this ol' thing out?" He holds it up, noting that based on its shape, Jason definitely did his research - good flare at the bottom, body-safe material... Ta'quan only wishes Jason would've let him pick it out with him.

Jason looks better now that he's out of the shower, putting his glasses back on; his eyes are obscured from the fog on his lenses. It doesn't stop him from seeming skittish, though. "I-- I mean, if... if you think we... if you want to..."

It never ceases to impress Ta'quan how bossy and authoritative Jason is on the field versus the version of him that is exclusive to the privacy of his bedroom. It makes Ta'quan want to bully him just a little bit.

"Turn around and put your hands on the counter," he orders, tying the drawstring of his pants into a knot.

Jason doesn't even question it - he simply does as he's told, turning his back to Ta'quan with that bubble butt of his right on display. Pinchable.

Ta'quan takes the bottle of lube and drizzles it generously on Jason first, then on the toy, as experience has taught him that there is no such thing as too much lube. Jason gasps from how cold it is, flinching for a moment, but relaxes when Ta'quan starts stroking his cheeks before spreading them.

"Just tell yourself how good it's gonna feel, aight?" He pokes the tip of it against Jason's ass, easing back and forth to get him used to the presence of it. "Fuck, you're so hot..."

Jason takes a deep breath in, but his sigh is shaky. He helps hold himself open for Ta'quan, which makes it hard for Ta'quan to resist just fucking him right there like that. They say patience is a virtue, but he's not feeling very virtuous right now at all - in fact, he feels proudly, gladly sinful, relishing the way Jason's gasps stutter as he drives the toy in deeper.

It doesn't take much to get it all the way inside, and once it's in, Jason pulls up his shorts, which are those tiny kind of athletic shorts Ta'quan's mostly seen in movies from the eighties - the kind where it's amazing that his dick doesn't simply hang right out of them. (Ta'quan would not object to this.) Gently, Ta'quan pulls him close for a warm, soft kiss.

"How's it feel?" Ta'quan asks.

"It's, um... interesting," he replies, adjusting his glasses. "Feels a bit like I'm being probed, I confess."

"You'll get used to it the longer you got it in," Ta'quan clarifies. "But since ya haven't really done it before, we won't leave it in super long-- just lemme know when you want it out."

Jason kisses him again. "Well, uh, now what do we do?"

"Well, like, the whole thing is that you wear it and it just kinda, like, gets you all horny the longer it's in ya, so..." Ta'quan puts on a shirt and finds that between the clothes and the body wash, it feels kind of like he's wearing a Jason costume, which is a bit funny. "I dunno, you wanna put somethin' on the TV and just play it by ear?"

With a quiet nod, Jason leaves the bathroom to head to the kitchen; in following after him, Ta'quan notices that Jason's gait is a little bit off, shifting from side to side in a way that makes him think Jason's feeling every little movement quite intimately. Ta'quan wishes he'd made him walk around the house without pants.

"Oh, are you hungry?" Jason asks it so gently, it only emphasizes the big, sloppy crush that Ta'quan has on him. "I know you just came back from a patrol..."

"Yeah, I could use some chow," Ta'quan replies, instinctively coming up behind Jason to lean his head on his shoulder. "Whatever you got, I'm not picky."

After a brief, simple dinner of buttered noodles (as Jason said he hadn't had time to go grocery shopping this week), the two of them settle together on the couch, streaming some sort of comedy recommended by one of the eggheads at Jason's civilian job. It's not especially hilarious, but Ta'quan doesn't really care what they end up watching, because he's really watching Jason more than anything.

At first, Jason is remarkably good at remaining quite unfazed - then again, this is the same guy that made stoicism his defining trait on the field. But Ta'quan's studied him long enough to see past the mask: the way his eyelids flutter, the compulsion to rub his neck and his ears, the pillow he's keeping over his lap... he's not nearly as unaffected as he wishes he looked, almost certainly.

Ta'quan can't resist messing with him, so with a flick of his wrist, he summons a shadow to slither up from beneath the couch. Jason doesn't look at him when it slides up his leg - in fact, it seems he's almost ignoring Ta'quan until his shadow finds its way into his shorts.

"Tee," he says - he wants to sound more stern, but it comes out as a whine.

"What's up?" Ta'quan's not even going to pretend like he isn't amused to see Jason so unwound. Amused and aroused. "You good?"

Jason leans back into the couch, his hold on the pillow slacking. Another snap of Ta'quan's fingers and the shadows know right where to go - when they push the toy in further, Jason moans.

"Lemme see how much you like it," Ta'quan says, taking the pillow from Jason's arms. He lets him, but can't bring himself to meet Ta'quan's gaze when he gets a better look at the tent in Jason's shorts.

He's so hard and messy that the tip of his dick is poking out from his shorts, leaving a wet spot on his thigh; when Ta'quan's shadows press harder against the toy's base, he actually sees Jason's dick twitch.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Ta'quan sighs; it's difficult to keep an upper hand around Jason when he gets like this. "Seems like ya got used to it pretty quick..."

"Mmhm," Jason mumbles, eyes closed as if to savor the sensation of being played with. When Ta'quan's shadows wrap around his erection, he whimpers. "Tee, ah..."

Ta'quan leans over to kiss him aggressively, hand gently placed on Jason's neck to encourage him to open his mouth further. He always gives in like he's desperate for any single part of Ta'quan to be inside of him: tongue, fingers, and - God, hopefully - cock. When he yanks Jason's shorts in a way to reveal his dick fully, Jason groans into their kiss.

Ta'quan's shadows retreat when it's his turn to touch Jason, making way for him to give Jason quick, tight tugs along his tip. Neither of them should be wearing pants, Ta'quan decides, so he urges Jason to lift his hips to take his shorts off completely. The second Ta'quan's pants join Jason's on the floor, Jason's hands are all over him, dragging his palms along Ta'quan's chest as if to savor the connection of all the cells he's made up of - down to each nucleus.

"Fuuuuck, Jayce..." Jason's hands are so passionate, so needy, it's almost enough to get Ta'quan close right away. "Hold up, I wanna-- I gotta fuck you, man..."

Jason gazes back hesitantly, but it's clear in his body language that his hesitance is rapidly losing out to desire. "Right-- right here? Now?"

"Yeah," Ta'quan replies, pushing him down until his back is flat against the couch cushions. "I can't-- don't make me wait anymore, dude..."

"Okay," Jason whispers, legs spread open already. Ta'quan smirks.

"Didn't even have to tell ya to spread 'em," he teases. "Just comes naturally to you, huh?"

"Mmh..." Jason touches himself and sighs - this is the side of him Ta'quan loves to see most, so lost in pleasure that he doesn't even worry about dignity anymore. And Ta'quan's the only person to drive him this wild, the one man on the planet who he lowers his guard to such an extent for; it's simultaneously flattering and painfully sexy.

He hates to leave Jason like this, but he wants this to go off perfectly - God didn't give him an ass like that just to have it fucked only once. "Lemme, uh, lemme get the lube, hold on."

Jason doesn't fight him on it; instead, when Ta'quan returns, he looks downright dirty, playing with the toy inside by pulling and pushing it back and forth. It seems he especially enjoys the sensation of when it goes back in, judging by his face: eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks flushed. He's so noisy, it's a good thing he doesn't share a wall with any neighbors.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ta'quan takes off his shirt, which adds to the ever-growing clothes heap forming on the floor of Jason's living room. "Can't believe I nearly missed the show..."

"Ah-- hah, um..." Jason smiles, but he clearly feels a bit embarrassed. "I... was just trying to make sure I would be, uh, ready for you..."

"Nah, don't let me stop ya, I wanna watch," Ta'quan replies. "Looks like you really like it when it's as deep as it can get... am I right?"

Jason nods, eyelashes fluttering when Ta'quan helps push the toy in further. He doesn't even care that he's making a sticky mess on his shirt; it's a sight to behold, to see him so undone.

"Hey, so, before I get in ya... did you wanna do it covered or raw?" Ta'quan asks, stroking his thighs idly. "Like, I'm cool with both, so..."

"Oh, um, well... you're the one with more experience, so..." Jason lets his hand rest on his dick. "What would... what would you think?"

"So like, if we do it covered, the clean up is easier-- and it usually makes me last longer," he explains. "Like you won't catch anything from me, but if that's something you're squeamish about, it's cool."

Jason flattens his mouth thoughtfully. "And... what was the other one? Without?"

"Right, like... if we do it skin-on-skin, um... I mean, I think it feels better. Plus, my foreskin don't get all twisted up like it does with condoms, you know what I'm sayin'?" Then, devilishly, Ta'quan grins. "Plus... just a hunch, but... I think you'd like gettin' nut in."

He expects Jason to balk at the suggestion, but Jason seems to have a different attitude now that he's been teased for so long, simply gazing up at him with soft, wanting eyes. "Then, perhaps if I'm already expanding my comfort zone, we could-- ah--"

Perhaps it's rude to have interrupted Jason by pulling out his toy, but Ta'quan doesn't want to wait any longer. He spreads some more lube on both Jason and himself, lining up his dick for a smooth entry. The look on Jason's face when he feels Ta'quan against him is the kind of look Ta'quan needs to see again, and again, and again.

"Ta'quan," he sighs. Jason makes his name sound like a poem when he utters it like this, barely above a whisper, strained with need. "Please..."

"Ask me," Ta'quan commands. "Ask me to fuck you-- beg me. Fuck, man..."

"Please," he echoes. "F-- fuck me, Ta'quan, please, I-- I need it..."

That's all he needs to hear. With a swift motion, Ta'quan pushes inside of him, and Jason's face contorts in what seems to be a pleasurable discomfort - Ta'quans much, much bigger than the toy, so he's simply going to have to acclimate. But he's nice, so he chooses to let Jason relax around him before he gets fucked in earnest.

"Ah-- ff-- God," Jason stammers, voice cracking. "God, you're-- you're so thick..."

"Ya doin' nasty things to my ego right now, Jayce," Ta'quan growls; Jason's so tight around the base of his dick, it's hard for him to keep his cool. "You okay? You good?"

Jason rolls his head back, Adam's apple bobbing when he swallows. "Yes, I'm-- I... g--go slow... please..."

Bracing against the couch for leverage, Ta'quan's thrusts start off gentle and deep, trying not to pull too far out to get Jason used to the feeling. No matter how slowly he goes, though, Jason groans, whines or sighs with every motion - it's hard to believe that a guy so quiet and mild-mannered could make such sounds. Ta'quan knows he's hitting the perfect spot when Jason moans get longer and more drawn out, his legs trembling with each precise stroke.

Soon, Jason's discomfort fully erodes, so Ta'quan can finally start giving it to him like he's wanted to for years, grabbing Jason's hips to drive further into him. Ta'quan decides not to mention it right this second, but he's suddenly very glad to have talked Jason out of condoms, because every inch of him feels incredible.

Desperately, Jason reaches for Ta'quan to kiss him as he gets fucked harder, repeating Ta'quan's name in soft little whimpers every time he pushes in. In return, Ta'quan bites his lip, which elicits a wobbly, needy sound - not enough force to merit a moan, but too loud to simply be a drawn-out breath. Ta'quan wishes he could capture it to listen to whenever he wanted, but fucking Jason in the ass on a regular basis will work, too.

Right when Ta'quan thinks he may actually finish first, Jason - the fastest shot in the west - beats him to the punch after one particularly powerful thrust.

"Ta-- Tee, I-- oh, oh my God, oh my-- my God, I--" His rambling is cut short by a cracked, heavenly utterance as a thick jet of cum bursts upwards with enough force to land on his face. There isn't an ounce of shame in his features - only bliss. He doesn't even mind that Ta'quan continues to fuck him through his orgasm, as if savoring his presence within.

The cardio burn from all the thrusting snakes all throughout Ta'quan's hips and thighs, but he feels too good for him to stop, so he pushes through it in spite of it all. Even in the dark, this would feel amazing, but Ta'quan's glad to see Jason in his naked, sweaty glory, taking his dick like it's been a fantasy of his for as long as it's been a fantasy of Ta'quan's.

"You feel so fuckin' good," Ta'quan sighs, watching how easily Jason fits him inside. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

"C-- cum inside me," Jason stutters, staring back right at him - unusually bold. "Please, I want to-- I need to feel it, Tee, please--"

Ta'quan smiles. "Fuck yeah-- take it-- hhh--"

He was on the precipice before, but when Jason wraps his legs around him - as if to keep him in place - that's all it takes for Ta'quan to finish. As deep as Jason can take him, Ta'quan cums, too lost in how good it feels to think of anything else. When he's truly spent, he falls atop Jason, waiting to pull out until he absolutely has to.

Once he's softened enough, Ta'quan slips out, and Jason lowers his legs to the couch and runs a hand through his hair. He smiles from ear to ear.

"Wow," he mumbles. "That... was a lot..."

"Yeah? Was it good?" Ta'quan grins; he knows the answer is yes, but he needs to hear Jason say it outright.

"It-- it was..." He sits up, fixing the glasses that got askew on his face. "Feels a bit like I've been missing out."

"We'll make up for it, don't sweat it." Ta'quan winks. "Think we might need another shower now, though."

Jason laughs. "Yes, I think that's a good idea too. Um... would you like to share it with me?"

"Bet."

After this shower, neither of them bother to get redressed, settling instead into comfortable nudity with each other in Jason's bed. Considerately, Jason went to the trouble of getting Ta'quan a satin pillowcase for his locs, which he never expected someone to do for him - but now that he has, Ta'quan feels unusually sentimental.

When Ta'quan falls asleep, Jason lets him be the big spoon. Peacefully, he nuzzles into his neck and takes a deep breath; he's never fallen asleep so quickly before in all of his life.