Saving The Lost: Spider-Man

Part 3/?

A/N: Hey! so.. smut. Enjoyu :)

"Can I kiss you?" The surprised look on Peter's face left Flash utterly embarrassed that he let the words leave his mouth until the other spoke up.

"I thought you wouldn't ever ask. Yes, you can kiss me, Eugene." The way he'd said it, with a soft smile on his face and how he'd said his real name so endearingly made Flash's breath leave his body and heat rise to his face.

Peter planted his hand on his cheek and pulled him into meet each other's lips. It was much better than the daydreams Flash would imagine back in highschool. He was damn good at it, with a slow rhythm that left him reeling for more once Peter pulled away.

Peter smirked, stifling a laugh. "You look like a tomato." It was true. The tips of Flash's ears and cheeks had revealed a deep red blush on his complexion. 

"Shut up." Flash initiated it this time. Peter was more needy and desperate for affection this time around; he ran his fingers through his thick black waves and tugged lightly, rewarding him a small moan and more access to his mouth.

Despite how good it felt, Peter was still at a war with his mind- he wasn't sure of his feelings quite yet. Everything was so jumbled, but the blissful warmth pushed his thoughts away. The fact that he listened, understood, and helped him so much meant the world to him, but the lingering pain and confusion of his previous relationship with MJ was still clearly a fresh wound.

He didn't want Flash to just become some sexual rebound; and he wasn't the cure to all his trauma, but damn if it didn't feel amazing to be touched, kissed, held... cared for once again.

Not to mention, Flash had always been handsome. And, despite his ego and past bullying, he always found his confidence intoxicating- something he'd longed to have himself. And with his seeming growth in emotional maturity, he found it hot to say the least.

To finally be intertwined with another man was new for him. The more confused Peter became about it, the further he went to push away the confusion. I mean, he hadn't thought about men sexually much- but then again, his first experience by himself was a poster he had stashed in his sock drawer of a shirtless Thor when he was 12. His mind was wandering again, so he climbed atop Flash and trailed soft kisses down his neck.

He bit lightly at his ear which earned more sounds of approval. The way Peter slowly started rocking his hips against him triggered his dick to do all the thinking. Flash could feel his body reacting before he could process it, and put a hand on Peter's chest with a small guided push to signal he should pull back. At this point, his hard-on was more than obvious to the both of them.

"Something wrong?" Peter asked. 

"No, no, I just... don't know if you're ready for... that yet. And, I-I don't want you to regret anything."

"I understand," Peter stopped straddling his hips to let him recover from his daze. "And, I definitely won't regret it, you're pretty good at that, you know. But...I haven't really been with a guy either, so... how about a rain check on anything too serious if you're not comfortable?"

"Mmhmm." Flash nodded. He couldn't think of anything to say- Peter had stripped away all his critical thinking skills when he was grinding against him. The rising problem in his jeans was becoming uncomfortable though, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Flash sighed, "Now what do I do?" 

"Jack off," Peter said with a laugh. Flash covered his face and groaned into his hands. "Do you want me to leave?" Peter asked, pushing a curl out of the other's face. Flash shook his head 'no'. He pulled the other's hands away from his face and kissed him, short and sweet. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." 

"Kiss me like that again, please. If, if that's ok-" Of course it was, and of course, Peter obliged. Peter's logical mind yapping about taking it slow went out the window when Flash gripped his thigh with one hand and grabbed his neck with the other, keeping rhythm with each other's hips. Peter rested his head into the crook of his neck as he let out a groan of pleasure.

 "God, you feel so good," Flash murmured and Peter quickened his pace at the praise. Did this count as something too serious? Neither seemed to care at this point. He stripped off his hoodie and Flash let his hands explore his skin for the first time. Soft in places, yet his scars felt so interesting under his fingertips. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before. Every crush paled in comparison to Peter, they held no merit on something like this. "Ngh..." he took a deep breathe and tried to undo his zipper as Peter kissed his neck once more, "t-touch me." 

Peter smiled and held his chin with his thumb, "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Touch me," Flash spoke up. Peter rested his hand on his throat. Fuck, was all Flash could think. "Please! Please touch me."

Peter undid Flash's jeans and pulled out his cock. He pulled out his own and lowered his mouth to be level enough to suck it. He licked from the bottom of the shaft up, circling the tip with his tongue. He didn't have any personal experience, but he'd seen enough pornos to get the idea, and he could gauge off of Flash's easy to read reaction. He stuck a couple fingers in Flash's mouth to lubricate his own fingers wandering to his own dick to jack himself off to the sounds of the man beneath him. 

Heavy breaths and stifled moans from Flash were becoming more intense as Peter continued. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He pulled onto Peter's hair and came down his throat. Peter didn't choke by mere luck, and came up to kiss Flash, giving him a taste of himself and came on Flash's stomach. 

"Holy shit," Peter let out breathlessly. He collapsed on him and Flash let out an exasperated laugh.

"Yeah. Holy shit."  Once Flash had regained some level of clarity, he was painfully reminded of how sticky he now was. "mmr," he whined, "sticky."

"Who could have seen this coming?" Peter joked.