Chapter Text
It was a fucking mistake.
Last week he could handle. Chad was flustered between calls, but he did just fine on the missions themselves. He could function with only knowing the feeling of Robert's cock dragging along his tongue.
From how this week was going, though, he knew he should have never gone to the glory hole again on Friday. It was only Monday, and all he could think of was the low rumble of Robert's voice as he fucked Chad open on his fingers. During his second shift, he failed three calls in a row simply because his mind was occupied by thoughts he definitely should not have been having on the field.
"Flambae."
The sound of Robert saying his name cut through his thoughts as he entered the building to rest after the third failed call. His voice was dangerously low, a reprimanding tone blanketing the single word he spoke in a way that had Flambae's dick jumping behind the cup in his jockstrap.
"Meet me after my shift, please."
Of course... Not the exactly type of command he was hoping for.
By the time Chad made his way to Robert's desk after his shift, the sun was setting outside. Robert was still sitting in his chair, barely glancing at Chad when he slung an arm over the top of his cubicle wall. Chad put his other hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow at the man. Robert acted like the sheets of paper in front of him were more interesting than the hero on the other side of the divider. Chad was remarkably patient, waiting a whole minute before he got fed up with the dispatcher's behavior.
"In case you forgot, Robitch, you called me here," Chad pointed himself with his thumb. "Stop fucking wasting my time. My shift ended fifteen minutes ago."
His anger only boiled further when Robert kept his eyes glued to the papers on his desk.
"If I recall correctly," Robert scribbled something in pen. "I asked you to meet me after my shift, which isn't over until I finish this paperwork."
Chad rolled his eyes at the technicality, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall of the cubicle, careful not to put too much weight on the thin material.
"Waste of my fucking time..." He muttered, glancing at the clock hung on the wall of the dispatcher floor.
"We'll talk about the subscribers' time you wasted after I'm done here," Robert finally turned his head to meet Chad's glare. He barely stopped himself from shivering under the attention. "You can behave for ten minutes, can't you?"
You're an eager one, aren't you?
Chad scoffed, turning away from the man as he felt his face heat.
"Whatever, bitch."
He tapped his foot as he waited for Robert to finish his busy work. Slowly, the other dispatchers filtered out of the office, leaving them alone in the bullpen. Chad searched the ground for the sphere Robert called a dog, only to find the dog bed and space under his desk unoccupied. The sun had finished setting outside, the office only lit by the few overhead lights left on and the lamp on Robert's desk.
Chad traced the way the lamp's light cast a soft glow on Robert's face. His stupidly big, brown eyes took on a golden quality under the warm lighting as they flitted over the words on the report in front of him. His gaze trailed down to the dispatcher's lips, parted ever so slightly to mutter the words he read. He imagined how those lips would feel on him, mouthing words of praise against his shoulder as he pushed deeper inside of Chad.
He adjusted his cup so it covered his growing erection more comfortably. Never before had he been so thankful for a cubicle divider. He willed himself to think of anything that would make his sudden boner go down.
It felt as if an hour had passed before Robert finally put the stack of paperwork into the 'out' tray on his desk. He rubbed at his eyes, drawing Chad's attention to the dark circles underneath them. Fucker needed to get more sleep. Several pops echoed through the office as Robert leaned back in his chair and stretched out his back. The action shifted his shirt from where it was messily tucked into his slacks, revealing a trail of hair leading down his navel. Chad swallowed.
"God, just the sound of your existence is pathetic. Popping like goddamn bubble wrap."
Robert gave Chad an unimpressed look before he stood from his chair.
"Follow me," he said, grabbing his backpack from where it was resting on the floor against his desk.
"This better be quick."
Their footsteps echoed through the empty office as Robert led him along the halls. It was strange being at the headquarters after hours. The last time Chad stayed this late after a shift was when they were debating Courtney's spot on the team. The memory was fresh in his mind as Robert brought them to a conference room.
He held the door open for Chad, gesturing him inside. Chad raised an eyebrow at him as he passed. He sidled over to one of the cushioned, red chairs lining the long table. Spinning the chair around, Chad sat back and threw his legs over the table, the heels of his boots thudding against the wood.
His eyes tracked Robert's movements as he shut the door and turned the lock. Chad would be lying if he said the action didn't make his breath hitch, mind wandering to more heated scenarios. Robert walked over to the window looking into the room and turned the blinds. That definitely didn't help get his mind out of the gutter.
"Are you going to fucking talk or not? I'm getting tired of waiting."
Robert dropped his backpack on one of the chairs before finally turning towards Chad.
"Get on your knees."
Chad gaped at Robert, his face the picture of bewilderment. He brought his legs down from the table and leaned his elbows against his knees as he stared at Robert.
"Come again?"
Robert stepped forward, stopping himself when he was nearly between Chad's spread legs. His fingers skimmed against the stubble on his chin as he tilted his chin up. Chad's breath stuttered as Robert's thumb brushed his bottom lip, pressing against the plush flesh. He leaned in ever so slightly.
"Get on your knees."
Chad swallowed thickly, the smallest whine escaping his throat. He slowly slid off the chair, dropping onto his knees while maintaining eye contact with Robert. His pulse quickened when he saw Robert's pupils dilate at his obedience.
He could barely believe this was happening. Half of his mind was whispering that this must be another dream. Robert had been visiting him in his sleep for the past week, after all. If this was a dream, Chad hoped the realization wouldn't wake him up.
"So you can listen."
Chad let out a low moan at the now familiar tone of voice. His hips rutted into the air as if he would find purchase on the his cadence. Robert could just keep talking to him and Chad would cum on his words alone.
"You look so pretty like this."
Robert's hand moved to cradle the side of his face. Chad leaned into the soft touch, his brows knitting with need. His hand wrapped around his head until it found his hair tie. He tugged on it, drawing a sharp whine from Chad as his head was forced back.
"Do you kneel for anyone who asks you to?"
The hand not tangled in Chad's hair pressed against his lips. Chad was already panting from the heat of Robert's gaze, so Robert met no resistance as he abruptly shoved two fingers past his lips. He gagged at the sudden intrusion. Tears pricked at his lashes.
"Are you that much of a desperate slut for a cock in your mouth?"
Chad groaned, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty conference room in a manner that was downright filthy. He closed his lips around the digits, sucking and bobbing his head as if there really was a dick in his mouth.
Robert hooked his fingers under the band keeping Chad's hair pulled back. Rivulets of dark, sable hair fell across his shoulders when he freed it from the hero's signature ponytail. He removed his fingers from Chad's mouth, gripping the hair at the back of his head to keep him from following them as they retreated. Robert wiped the slick spit on Chad's chin, smearing it against the rough stubble there.
"You really are gorgeous down there."
His hands threaded their way through Chad's hair. Robert petted his head in long, soothing strokes, brushing out the tangles that formed from being left up all day. The pyrokinetic melted under the gentleness, his already half-lidded eyes fluttering, almost closing at the feeling of comfort after a long shift.
"Shame I didn't get to see your face when I fucked you."
Chad's eyes shot open. Robert was staring down at him intently, his pupils blown wide, as if trying to memorize every detail of his face.
"I— How...?"
His chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took. It wasn't just the arousal sizzling underneath his skin, but the adrenaline coursing through him at being caught. Part of him was telling himself to bolt out of the room, rocket into the sky and see if he can launch himself far enough to enter orbit. The way Robert was still petting his head kept him anchored.
"Your voice isn't exactly the most inconspicuous, and you definitely weren't quiet. It was hard not to recognize you're crying out my name."
"...Fuck."
He thought he had managed to control himself. Of all things to let slip, the last thing he needed Robert to hear was him moaning out his name between sobs. Chad glared at the floor, gritting his teeth. Maybe if he asked Malevola, she'd do him a solid and find a way for the ground to swallow him whole.
The gentle hands in his hair suddenly tightened their grip, forcing Chad's head back to meet Robert's steady gaze. One of his hands grabbed at his jaw, keeping him in place.
"The question is," Robert leaned closer, warm breath ghosting over Chad's lips as he spoke. "Are you willing to be a good boy for me again?"
A shiver passed through Chad's body. He could already sense the foggy feeling he knew so intimately settling over him, making a home in his brain. His throat worked against Robert's hand as he swallowed, his mouth feeling dry.
"Yes."
Robert's hands relaxed their hold. He brushed his fingers through the mess he made of Chad's hair when he gripped it, his other hand cupping the side of his face.
"And how do you want to do that right now?"
He immediately glanced to the bulge straining against the fabric of Robert's pants. He moved to undo the belt wrapped around his waist, but Robert stopped him with a firm hold on his wrist.
"Use your words."
Chad whined at the interruption.
"Come on. Don't you remember what I told you? If you want something, all you ever have to do is ask."
Robert thumbed at the pulse point in his wrist.
"So ask."
The hero reddened at the expectant look on Robert's face.
"Jesus. You really get off on ordering me around, don't you? Fuckin' freak..."
Robert smiled knowingly.
"What? And you don't?"
He emphasized his point by pressing the tip of his shoe between Chad's legs. His cock jumped in his suit at the sudden attention. He'd been hard for a while, and the feeling of something other than the cup he wore touching his erection was a long-awaited relief. His hips moved to grind against the leather of Robert's shoe, but Robert pulled away before he could, leaving Chad twitching against the cup in his suit. He just barely managed to suppress a pathetic noise.
"You could just go home if you refuse to say what you want. It's your choice. I'm not keeping you here."
Chad grumbled.
"I want to blow you."
Robert hummed.
"That doesn't really seem like a polite way to ask someone for something, does it?"
Chad huffed, smoke seeping between his clenched teeth.
"Can I suck your dick... please?"
"Good boy."
He held back a whine when Robert released his wrist, still wanting to maintain a little pride. His hands made quick work of Robert's belt, undoing the button and zipper of his pants with an experienced ease. He began mouthing Robert's cock through his boxer briefs the moment they were exposed. A satisfied groan came from above him, and Chad looked up at Robert. His mouth was parted as he watched Chad, drinking in the way he nuzzled his face against his dick.
Trapping the waistband between his teeth, Chad pulled Robert's underwear down, freeing his hard, leaking cock. Wrapping his right hand around the base, Chad traced his tongue down the v-line on Robert's abdomen. His teeth nipped at the junction between his hip and thigh as his hand pumped Robert's dick, aided by the pre-cum leaking from its tip.
Chad pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the head of Robert's cock. He peered up at Robert through his lashes, meeting his eyes as he took half of his length into his throat. Exhaling through his nose, he swallowed him inch by inch, throat clicking. It didn't take long until Chad's nose brushed against the sparse hair at Robert's base. The wall of the glory hole had never let him take Robert this deep.
"Goddamn..."
Robert's hand found its place in his hair once again, fingers curling between the dark locks. He didn't push Chad down, though, only gently held his hair. Chad couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at that. Chad pulled back, hollowing his cheeks as he did so. His mouth made a lewd pop when he pulled off, catching his breath. A bit of drool ran down his chin.
"Please," Chad said, his pride briefly overtaken by the haze of submission. "Use me."
The dark look of arousal that spread across Robert's face made Chad's dick twitch in the confines of his suit. The grip on his hair lost all gentleness, and Chad opened his mouth eagerly, still staring into Robert's eyes.
Robert spared no time fucking into the wet heat of Chad's throat. Chad moaned when Robert pushed him to take his entire length in one go. All his focus went into breathing through his nose as Robert just held him place. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes when his throat spasmed, choking around Robert’s cock.
Robert pulled him back, and Chad coughed, catching his breath. His lips were shiny with a mix of spit and pre.
”More?” Robert asked.
Chad nodded his head and grinned, as if challenging Robert.
This time, Robert used his grip in Chad’s hair to keep Chad in place. He fed his cock into Chad’s eager mouth, fucking into it like he was using a toy. Chad let his jaw go slack, taking everything Robert was willing to give him.
”Fuck,” Robert groaned as he thrust deeply, making Chad sputter around him. “That’s it. Good boy. Keep taking it just like that.”
Chad felt his eyes roll back slightly as he moaned at the feeling of Robert fucking his face. He palmed at his own aching erection through his suit, rolling his hips against his hand.
”Wish I could keep you under my desk,” Robert said, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “You’d like that, huh? You would be the perfect little cock warmer.”
A sudden, sharp cry of pleasure was muffled by Robert’s thrusts. Chad bucked into his hand as his orgasm hit him, his cum soaking into the fabric of his underwear. Robert's hips retreated, leaving Chad's mouth empty. His eyes shot open at the sound that Chad had made.
"Did you really just—"
Robert stared down at Chad, slack-jawed. Chad felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment; the heat simmering underneath his skin was definitely more than just shame. He tried controlling his breathing as to not set of the sprinklers and really make it awkward.
"Up."
Robert held out his hand for Chad to take, as if Robert could actually support his weight. He took the hand anyway, ignoring the way his legs shook slightly as he stood. The moment he was on his feet again, he stumbled over them as Robert pushed him by the hips until his back hit the conference table.
Chad had barely processed the feeling of Robert holding his hips before Robert grasped him by the neck and crashed his lips against his. He couldn't imagine how it felt for Robert when Chad's lips were covered in drool and his own pre-cum, but Robert didn't seem to mind. Robert's teeth nipped at Chad's bottom lip, making him whine, and Robert took the opportunity to breach his mouth with his tongue.
He wrapped his arms around Robert, grabbing at the back of his stupid, oversized uniform. The way just a glimpse of his collarbones underneath the undone top button would get him worked up during a shift was infuriating. It made him think of tracing the scar on his neck with his tongue whenever Robert shifted in a way that exposed it. Worst of all was imagining Robert in one of Chad's shirts, the way it would swallow his smaller frame, how the wide neck would expose even more of the scars marking his body, along with whatever marks Chad left on him.
It wasn't until Robert broke the kiss that Chad registered the slight scent of burnt fabric. He was breathless as Robert swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and holding it in front of himself. There was no fire, thankfully, but the spots where Chad had bunched his hands in the back of his shirt were singed black. Small holes were burned into the uniform in some places.
“You’re lucky I have multiple.”
He tossed the ruined shirt to the side. His mouth was back on Chad’s in seconds. Fingers pried at the edges of his suit, pushing the skin-tight material down his shoulders. They had to break apart when they got to his boots, and soon Chad was standing naked in the conference room.
Chad flushed when Robert started raking his eyes over his body. Not out of embarrassment, Chad knew he looked good, but the look of hunger on Robert’s face was something else. His exposed cock was already erect again, twitching at Robert’s attention. Maybe it was the fact that Robert was still partially clothed.
“Yeah, I know, I’m hot. Let’s go.”
Robert rolled his eyes.
”So impatient.”
He crowded Chad against the table, to the point where he was practically sitting on it. A thumb skirted against his bottom lip before tracing his jaw. His hands trailed teasingly down his neck and before cupping Chad's pecs. Chad clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling the noise that would have come out when Robert’s thumbs grazed against the little barbells piercing his nipples.
“I spent too long having your sounds muffled by a wall for you to keep them from me,” Robert whispered into the side of his neck.
Nipping at Chad’s collarbone, Robert pinched the hardened nubs between his fingers. Chad cried out, unmuffled, his hands gripping the edge of the conference table.
”There’s that pretty voice. My good boy.”
Chad grinded against Robert’s thigh.
”Stop fuckin’ calling me that…” He muttered, despite his clear arousal.
Robert hummed.
”What would you rather me call you?” Another moan as he teased Chad’s nipples. “My whore?”
Chad gasped, his dick rutting against the fabric of Robert’s pants.
“You like that? You get off on being called a whore?”
”I— ngh,” Robert groping Chad’s pecs made it hard to form any words.
”Should’ve known, with how you walk around with your tits on display.”
His hands massaged the muscle of his chest as he spoke.
“Do you know how hard it is to concentrate, when all I can think of is fucking your chest? It drives me crazy.”
Robert took one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling the piercing with his tongue. His teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"...Pervert."
"I'm the pervert?"
He switched to Chad's other nipple, biting down much harder than he had on the other and drawing out a startled yelp from the man.
"I'm not the one who sucked me off, knowing who I was. I'm not the one who plugged his ass for me, who cried out my name while I fucked him stupid."
Chad whimpered as the pads of Robert's thumbs rubbed his nipples mercilessly.
"Now turn around and bend over, like a good little slut."
He nearly sobbed when Robert pulled away. Robert's eyes felt like they were burning his skin as he obeyed. The cool wood of the conference table was a sharp sensation against his sweltering chest.
"Hands behind your back."
Chad swallowed thickly before complying. His hands came to a rest over the small of his back. He heard the rustling of fabric before he felt the leather of Robert's belt brush against his wrist. Chad's breath hitched, his body stiffening when he realized what Robert wanted to do.
A gentle hand pressed between his shoulder blades, rubbing a soothing circle into the tense muscle.
"Too much?"
Robert's voice was softer than it had been before. It was clear he wouldn't do it if Chad protested.
"No, I— I want it," Chad admitted, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.
The leather was worn and soft, comfortable as Robert wrapped it around his wrists. Chad tested the bonds. They were definitely secure, a fact that shot right to his groin. He could burn right through them if he wanted to, of course, but the thought of being at Robert's mercy...
Chad gasped when a hand suddenly slapped against his ass, the sound like thunder in the empty room. He shot a glare over his shoulder.
"The hell was that for!"
"I think you've forgotten what we needed to talk about."
Another slap, this time to the other side of his ass. Chad bit the inside of his lip, his forehead pressed into the table.
"You were all over the place today."
Slap.
"Distracted."
Slap.
"Sloppy."
Chad moaned at a particularly hard hit.
"There's also the fact that you kept yourself a secret from me."
Robert pressed his fingers into the red, tender flesh in emphasis. He leaned forward until his lips were by Chad's ear.
"I could have fucked you so much sooner."
He retreated, and Chad could hear him moving behind him. Chad gasped when he felt his hands spread him apart before something wet pressed against his rim. It was hard to do in his position, but Chad glanced behind him, finding Robert was on his knees, his face buried between his cheeks.
His tongue teased Chad's entrance. He could feel his legs grow weak as Robert pushed his tongue inside. The wet muscle explored him eagerly, clearly searching. He panted against the table, condensation forming on the wood when Robert found his prostate, targeting it with precision when he felt Chad clench around him.
Chad knew Robert had a smart mouth, but it was just straight up unfair that he was good with it too. His legs trembled as Robert continued his oral assault. The constant stimulation would have Chad cumming again soon if it kept going.
"Please," he whimpered. "I'm going to—"
Just before Chad was about to tip over the edge, Robert pulled his tongue out. Chad sobbed at the ruined orgasm, tears gathering in his eyes. He had been so close.
"Not yet."
Robert flipped him over onto his back with a surprising ease. It seemed his time spent in the gym was starting to pay off. Their mouths met again in a quick kiss before Robert muttered against his lips.
"This time, I want to see your face when you cum on my cock."
He wiped away the tears that had spilled down Chad's cheeks before walking away. Chad lamented the loss of contact, but Robert returned soon, setting his backpack on the table, within arms reach, but not close enough to get in the way. Robert pulled a small bottle out of the bag, which Chad soon recognized as lube. His heart skipped a beat. Robert had been planning this.
Robert hooked Flambae's legs over his shoulders before opening the bottle. He warmed the lube between his fingers, even if the cold had never really bothered Chad. With his hands bound, there was nothing Chad could do to muffle the sound that came out of him when Robert pushed in two fingers at once. The slide was easier than it would have been without Robert's saliva, but it was still a stretch. Chad's back arched off the table when the fingers curled inside him, caressing his prostate. When Robert added a third finger, Chad wept.
Chad was getting close again. Each pump of Robert's fingers pushed him closer and closer to that sweet release.
"Wanna cum," Chad begged. "Please, please, please. Let me cum."
Robert's pace was relentless as he fingered Chad. His toes curled with each brush against his prostate, wishing his hands were free so he could pull Robert closer. He could feel his own body tense, his orgasm within reach.
Without warning, Robert's hand was gone. Tears of pleasure and frustration poured down his face as he whimpered at the loss. His hole clenched around nothing, and he bucked into the air. His cock was weeping with him, pre-cum dripping down and pooling on his abs.
Chad blubbered something unintelligible. He was desperate. All he could think about was cumming. He needed it. He needed Robert.
"Fuck, please, fuck me. I need you."
He heard Robert groan at the words. Soft, featherlight kisses were peppered on the corners of his eyes, catching the tears that continued to flow. Chad vaguely registered the sound of Robert coating his dick with lube, but all he could think of was getting it inside of him as soon as possible.
A long moan left his lips as he felt the head of Robert's cock press inside him, stretching him so deliciously. The time it took Robert to bottom out was agonizing, but the satisfaction when he finally felt the last inch enter him was pure bliss.
"Thank you," Chad breathed out like a prayer.
Robert groaned into his ear in a way that was downright animalistic. His hips began snapping back and forth at a rigorous pace. Chad could hardly believe Robert could be this energetic with how much his body protested on the daily, but, God, was he thankful for it.
"Thank you."
Chad continued to babble it like it was all he knew how to say. Robert eventually found the angle he was looking for, and pounded into Chad hard enough for him to see stars.
"You have no idea what you do to me. Do you even realize how long I’ve wanted to do this? Shit. Your ass feels like it was made for me."
Robert placed open mouthed kisses along Chad's collarbone, biting down on his shoulder. The pain only made Chad clench harder around him. His hand wrapped possessively around Chad's throat. He squeezed the sides of his neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Chad lightheaded. He gasped for air and found he could still breathe despite the constriction.
"You're mine, understand? I'm the only one who can be inside of you."
"Yes!" Chad cried out, voice hoarse, both from Robert using his throat and the hand currently choking him. He met Robert's eyes, darkened with arousal. His own were unfocused and glassy with tears."I'm yours. I'm your whore. I'm your bitch. Only yours! Fuck, Robert— I love you."
Chad screamed as he came, coating his own stomach and chest with white as he maintained eye contact as best as he could with Robert. He could feel himself heating up at his long-awaited release, sweat steaming off his body. Robert pulled out with a small yelp, likely from the sudden spike in heat.
Robert pulled him off the table and laid him on the floor as gently as he could one handed. He straddled Chad's chest, the sound of him jerking himself off in front of Chad's face obscene in his ears. Robert's other hand gripped his hair, keeping him in place. Chad opened his mouth, tongue out, and Robert came with a shout. He painted Chad's face, stripes landing across the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, his hair, his tongue.
Robert's eyes drank in the sight of him hungrily. Chad could only imagine the image he made, face streaked with a mixture of cum, tears, and drool.
"God," Robert whispered, tone reverent. "You're so beautiful."
He brought a thumb to his face, dragging one of the streaks of cum on his cheeks into his mouth. Chad took his thumb into his mouth, sucked, but didn't swallow. Robert gathered all that he could, slowly feeding his cum into Chad's mouth, until the inside was a pool of spit and spend. Chad made sure Robert's eyes were on him when he swallowed it all, displaying his empty mouth as proof.
"Holy shit..."
Robert quickly freed Chad's hands before capturing his lips in a kiss. It was slow, intimate. Chad wrapped his arms around Robert's neck while their tongues dragged lazily against each other. When they parted, they stayed close together, breaths mingling as they panted in exhaustion.
"We're so gross right now..." Chad croaked into the silence.
"Mhmm," Robert hummed against his cheek. A chaste kiss pressed against his stubble. "Luckily, we have showers, and I know you keep a change of clothes in your locker."
"...My ass hurts."
Robert chuckled into his neck.
"Good."
"No, not 'good,' bitch. It's only Monday. We have work tomorrow. How am I supposed to fight like this?"
"We'll call off," Robert mumbled, combing his fingers through Chad's mussed hair. "I already messaged Blazer.
"Hmph, fuck you."
"I love you too."
Chad felt his face flush for the umpteenth time that evening. He had hoped Robert didn't hear that part.
"Couldn't even buy me dinner first. I'm hungry."
Robert caressed the side of his face.
"How do you feel about takeout? It's late."
Chad hummed in contemplation.
"I'll accept it this time, but, next time, you get me a proper dinner. I've already cooked you enough meals. You owe me."
Robert kissed the corner of his lips.
"Deal."