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Really, Peter should have known better.
He doesn’t even like clubbing. It’s too loud and the floors are sticky in a way he just can’t get behind. The music in every single club he’s ever been to has been terrible and even with enhanced hearing, he can’t hear what his friends are saying, even when they yell. It sucks.
Tonight is his night off. Daredevil has agreed to patrol for him and Peter, who had nearly wanted to kiss him when he offered, regrets taking the out. Felicia and him are newly in an off period from their on-and-off-again relationship, which means Peter is used to getting regular sex, but no longer regularly getting off with anyone but his own hand. He’s worked up and punching a would-be-robber would be an excellent way to blow off steam.
But no. Clubbing. With Felicia. Because she invited him. Because she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip and asked him if he would pretty please come out with him tonight.
And yeah, Peter prides himself in being a smart guy. A pretty girl who regularly breaks up and makes up with him inviting him out equals making up and making out and maybe if he’s lucky, getting his dick wet – right? Right?
Wrong.
She spends the night flirting with anyone who shows interest right in front of him. She dances with guys and waves at him over their shoulders when she catches his eyes. She makes out with a cute girl and locks eyes with Peter as she does so.
Logically, he knows she’s doing this to get to him, but he’s already annoyed and worked up and overstimulated from being at a club, so it works and he spends his evening glaring at her from his spot against a wall.
Until one of her victims decides to approach Peter. He firmly pokes his shoulder and gestures to the door, and Peter figures what the hell?
Once they’re outside and Peter can almost hear again, he’s immediately pushed against a wall. “Knock it off,” the guy yells. “She doesn’t want you, so stop staring at her, you creep.”
Peter doesn’t particularly mind getting yelled at. It’s good to have men like this guy out there, looking out for people who can’t look out for themselves. Felicia can handle anyone in that club, but it’s besides the point. “‘s not like that,” he decides to go with. He can lie a little bit to a guy who clearly doesn’t want his entire life history. “She’s my… friend. We came here together. I’m annoyed with her, I’m not trying to, like, get in her pants or whatever.”
The guy pauses for a few seconds, then laughs in his face. It smells like cheap beer and stale bar chips. “Oh, so you’re either a friendzoned cuck or a fucking faggot. Like that’s better.”
Peter punches him before he can think about the situation. It’s enough to knock him to the ground, but not enough to knock him out cold. “Fuck you, man. And just so you know, you’re not her type.” The guy makes a move to get up, but Peter kicks towards his face until he cowers. He stops his foot about an inch from the guy’s nose. “You’re pathetic. Now get the fuck out of here.”
Carefully, the guy gets off the ground. Peter recognizes the look of fear in his eyes and finds that right now, he doesn’t care. He watches him run off.
The world is far more quiet out here and Peter allows himself to enjoy it for a few moments, but of course, nothing is as simple as that. As soon as his head has a moment of quiet, he starts hearing the sound of someone yelling for help.
He’s not in his suit, but the sound is coming from nearby and even if it is his night off, it wouldn’t be right not to at least check it out, so he follows the sound to the parking lot where he quickly identifies an expensive looking car as his target.
Sneaking up on it and checking out the windows, he’s only able to spot one person in the car. They’re in the front seat, so Peter decides to knock on the door. The voice goes quiet for a few seconds but the door doesn’t open so Peter knocks again.
“It’s unlocked,” the voice calls out. “Please get me out.”
And while that doesn’t really make sense, Peter carefully opens the door anyway, ready to punch whoever is in there if it’s a trap, but in no way ready for the actual view that greets him: Johnny Storm, handcuffed to a steering wheel.
“Oh, fuck me.”
Johnny beams up at Peter with his movie star smile. “Parker!” Annoyingly, the angle - that should be awkward from the lean he has to do, having one hand shoved through the gap in the steering wheel and the other arm free, except for where it’s handcuffed to the other one - works for him. He looks equally handsome and helpless, and Peter hates him for it. “I would love to, but I’m kind of tied up at the moment,” he winks. He fucking winks. “Key’s in the trunk.”
Not for the first time (and he suspects not for the last, either), Peter finds himself wanting to strangle Johnny Storm. Instead, he closes the car door in his face as he slowly makes his way to the trunk where, sure enough, he finds some keys that seem to match the handcuffs. He takes a deep breath, then makes his way to the passenger seat and gets in next to Johnny, closing the door behind him. “How the fuck did you end up handcuffed to your car?”
“Date turned out to be my ex. She got mad at me because I didn’t want to hook up with her after she revealed her true colors,” he explains, then pauses for a second. “For context, she’s green. I feel like that makes more sense if you know she’s green. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I mean have you seen She-Hulk in a maid outfit? Totally besides the point, but I’m just saying. Anyway, the ex. She left me here. Not the worst thing she’s done, but definitely not cool.”
“You couldn’t have just flamed on?” Peter decides to skip over the rest.
Johnny shakes his head. “Absolutely not. This baby’s expensive and definitively not fireproof. Plus, I did not want to risk anyone getting hurt or even just property damage, just in case it blew up. I have my powers under control, but even us superheroes need saving sometime. Being tied up in my car until someone comes along is a small price to pay compared to what it would cost someone to lose access to their car if it goes wrong.”
It’s oddly thoughtful and not at all what Peter usually associates with the Human Torch. He’s a reckless moron who rushes into things headfirst and doesn’t think about anyone else. “I still can’t believe you managed to get yourself cuffed to your car. Green ex that strong?”
A frustratingly pretty shade of red spreads over Johnny’s face. It continues down his neck and under his shirt, and Peter wants to kick himself for wanting to know how far it goes. “I, uh, I kind of agreed to the whole handcuff thing before realizing who she was,” he says in a low voice. Peter is not proud to admit that his gaze immediately lowers to Johnny’s crotch, which is
(unfortunately)
thankfully still clothed. “Look, man, are you done interrogating me and ready to let me out of these?” he follows up, still partially leaning over the steering wheel to keep his hands together. He’s looking at Peter through his eyelashes and it’s unfair that someone can be so annoying and so perfect looking.
“I don’t know, are you gonna ask nicely?”
“I ain’t begging you for shit, Parker.”
Peter bites back a smile as he jingles the keys in front of Johnny’s face. “That’s a shame. Guess you don’t really want to go out then.”
It gets noticeably hotter in the car. Peter can feel Johnny’s eyes all over him. “Fine. How about a deal, then?”
“I don’t know, Storm. Seems like you’re the only one who wants something here.”
“Money?”
“I’m not gonna make you pay me for uncuffing you.”
“A drive in my car?”
“Don’t have a license.”
“A ride in my car?”
“I don't have anywhere I need to go.”
“A ride in my car?”
Peter lets the silence linger for a second. “You realize how stupid that sounded, yes?”
“It’s a great line. You’re just not seeing it for its potential,” Johnny scoffs. “Can’t help but notice I’m not hearing a no.”
“I don’t know…” Peter drags out the final word as he runs a hand along Johnny’s arm, watching the other carefully for any sign of discomfort. “You look kind of pretty, restrained like this.”
Johnny smiles like he’s just won the lottery. “Peter Parker admits he thinks I’m pretty. What has the world come to?”
“Mhm, prettier when you don’t talk so much,” Peter follows up. He isn’t sure he means it. Most of his blood is busy flowing to his dick and he’s not trying to think too clearly.
“Tell you what. I’ll let you re-cuff me in whatever way you like, as long as you promise to uncuff me before you leave and my arms get to be in a different position,” Johnny starts; Peter doesn’t miss the way his eyes wander to his crotch. “Then I’ll let you shut me up in whatever way you see fit.”
That works for Peter so he nods and leans in to seal the deal with a kiss. Johnny leans in to meet him as far as he is able; his mouth is hot and willing, and Peter could get lost in just kissing if it wasn’t for the fact that Johnny decides to bite down harshly on his lower lip until he tastes blood.
“Uncuff me first, then we’ll get to it.”
Peter rolls his eyes but obeys anyway. He gets out of the car and shuffles around to Johnny’s side, where he opens the door and uncuffs him.
It doesn’t take long for him to be pushed away from the door and for Johnny to jump out to stretch his arms. For a moment, Peter fears he’s about to flame on and leave him high and dry, but then he’s pulled into another bruising kiss. Johnny kisses him like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted and they both know that’s not true, but it’s an addicting feeling regardless.
Eventually they pull away. They might both be superheroes (even if only Peter knows it), but both of them still need to breathe, unfortunately.
“You said something about letting me cuff you?” Peter breathes out.
Johnny nods and steals a quick kiss. “Where do you want me?”
Honestly, Peter would take him anywhere. He hums an uncommitted tune as he thinks over his options. “Bend over the car for me?”
“Where’s my please?” Johnny asks, but does as he’s told.
And boy, is he a view. Peter knows Johnny looks good, but he’s never really allowed himself to look. In costume, they’re coworkers. They have the odd team up every now and again, and at this point Peter definitely considers him one of his Spider-Man friends. Out of costume, they’ve never gotten along, so Peter’s never really had a reason to look.
Now, though? He’s looking. Johnny’s in casual clothes, but they’re still tight enough that Peter can see his back muscles and his perfect ass. He runs a hand down the blond’s spine and allows himself to cup a feel.
Johnny pushes into the touch and lets out a low laugh. “Or maybe you wanted me to be the one taking the ride? So generous.” It earns him a smack on his ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to get him to shut up
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably handsome, maybe. Now hurry up and cuff me, I wanna suck your cock.”
And yeah, okay, that’s enough to get Peter moving. “So bossy,” he manages to say while fumbling with getting the cuffs on both of Johnny’s hands behind his back.
Afterwards, Peter helps him up from the hood of the car and they share another kiss, before Johnny drops to his knees. He looks expectingly up at Peter, who just shakes his head. It earns him an eye roll, but it’s so worth it to see Johnny work his flyer open with his teeth. He can feel the blond’s hot breath through the layers as he struggles to pull down his pants without Peter’s help and by the time he runs his tongue along the dick print in his boxers, Peter’s already well past half mast.
Totally because he’s a good person that wants to help Johnny out and not at all because he wants the other’s mouth on his dick faster, Peter helps push his boxers down before leaning against the car to steady himself.
Johnny wastes no time proving that he’s exactly as frustrating as Peter knew he would be. With Peter’s dick out, he’s suddenly much more interested in pressing wet, hot kisses to the inside of his thigh and to his hip. He even manages to duck down and lick at the skin between his dick and balls, somehow missing both. Peter hates him. He wants him so bad.
“Please,” Peter whispers.
Johnny looks up at him, smiling brightly like he is the sun; Peter cannot look away. “Please what?” he asks innocently.
“Johnny, please,” Peter repeats, because he knows. He has to know.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he says before finally, finally pressing a wet kiss to the tip of Peter’s dick. He licks his lips like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, then licks a stripe all the way from the base to the tip, all while keeping eye contact.
Peter’s stupid body decides to betray him and the whole thing jolts at the feeling. Fuck, he’s even more worked up than he thought. He decides it’s fine, because Johnny wraps his lips around the head of his cock and slowly begins taking more and more of it into his mouth. Peter holds onto the car with one hand and grips tightly onto Johnny’s hair with the other, which gets a pleased sound out of the blond.
After a moment, Johnny picks up the pace. He hollows his cheeks and even makes other pleased hums as Peter loses control of his hips for a moment and thrust deeper. He keeps looking up at Peter through his eyelashes and it’s so hot, Peter can’t take it.
Then, unfortunately, Johnny does something with his tongue that’s so unbearably hot that Peter empties in his mouth without warning. It makes Johnny pull off in surprise and he gets a little cum on his chin and shirt, which makes him frown. “That was a nice shirt, Parker.”
“Sorry, I’ll aim my cum higher next time,” he tries for a sarcastic tone, but he’s too out of breath for it to really translate.
“You better,” Johnny huffs. “Just. Fucking warn a guy next time, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Peter agrees, because holy shit, now they’ve both said next time. He wouldn’t be against it. Whatever that move was, Peter wants to experience it again.
Johnny presses another kiss to Peter’s hip, this time spending enough time to suck a bruise that Peter already wishes would stick around ‘til morning. It’s a nice feeling, even without permanence, and Johnny is nice enough to lick it when he’s done. “So you gonna fuck me in the car or what?”
Throwing a quick look back towards the club reveals a pissed looking Felicia, her arms crossed over her chest disapprovingly. It makes Peter smile. “Yeah. I would like that.”