Page 51 of The Not So Super Hero

With the friction between them, they both were aroused.

Zane’s pants left nothing to the imagination.

Bailey’s mouth went bone dry when his hand cupped Zane through his pants.

Feeling Zane’s arousal pulse in his hand and his hips thrust forward made Bailey shake with excitement.

It wasn’t like he didn’t have any experience, yet his hand couldn’t stop shaking when it worked on dropping Zane’s pants.

They sank around his ankles before Bailey took hold of his throbbing cock.

Zane released a deep growl that tickled Bailey’s throat.

His hips rocked into Bailey’s slow moving hand.

Zane moved from Bailey’s neck to catch him in a kiss, open, breathy, and needy.

Bailey let out a cry of Zane’s name as he returned the favor.

Zane pumped Bailey faster, relishing in the breathy moans staining his lips.

Both of them were panting, puffing as they leaned against one another.

Their lips never seemed to be apart for long, always coming back to meet or their breaths mingling together.

Bailey was rather vocal, Zane’s name easily passing his lips and sending a shiver down his spine each time.

Zane tended to keep his noises to a minimum.

Each one was low, deep and baritone, which only made Bailey more excited.

His hand worked faster to finish Zane off, their hips thrusting to meet each other’s movements.

White lined Bailey’s vision. The pleasure coiled at the base of his gut.

His body trembled. The orgasm hit him hard enough that he had to press one of his hands against the island to keep himself up.

Zane’s name rolled off his tongue, just like it was Bailey’s name that Zane called not long after his own orgasm shook him to the core.

Even after the two were spent leaning against the island, the room felt hot, but they didn’t pull apart.

Zane kept his forehead pressed on Bailey’s shoulder, his hair tickling the boy’s skin, which continued to shiver.

Bailey’s chest heaved, his legs trembling to keep him up, while a smile remained on his face.

Yeah, his heart wasn’t taking a breather, either.

It was still screaming at him, but he didn’t really mind.

Bailey couldn’t remain standing there. First, he couldn’t bear how hungrily he kept staring at Zane. It was almost infuriating how attractive he was. Second, his legs were shaking so badly he knew he was going to drop any second and third. He was sticky.

“Uh,” Bailey hummed, refusing to look at Zane even if he kind of wanted to sneak a peek at his ass. “We should probably... clean up?”

Zane retreated, those icy blue eyes of his freezing Bailey in place.

Silence remained between them. A lump formed in Bailey’s throat, one he couldn’t seem to swallow, which caused his already blushing face to worsen.

Zane found humor in that, his eyes brightening to show amusement, which finally got Bailey moving.

“I wanna take a shower!” Bailey pushed Zane back and tried to escape, except he forgot who he was for a moment.

Bailey stepped on Zane’s pants and lost his footing.

Down he went with a loud grunt, slamming into the floor to create even more of a mess, considering that his stomach and pants were dirty already.

While Bailey laid there for a moment in humiliation, Zane laughed.

Somehow, the nude guy standing in the kitchen was less embarrassed than the partially dressed one.

“Shut up!” Bailey tried to save himself, getting up to spin around and glare at Zane. Except he was nude and Bailey stared in silent appreciation and mild annoyance. “Stop laughing! I... ugh, I’m g-getting a shower!”

Bailey ran to the bathroom with a flush, leaving Zane behind, who tried hiding his smile behind his hand and failing miserably.

Bailey’s shower did little to calm his nerves. Afterwards, he scurried about the apartment like a lost mouse, unsure of the best route to take. Stay in the living room with Zane or retire to his bedroom alone.

Zane found Bailey’s conundrum hilarious. How he kept a straight face while Bailey took a seat, then made an excuse to get up, then returned, was beyond him. Zane didn’t have enough fingers to count the attempts Bailey made to “retrieve a drink” only to return empty-handed.

Should he say something? Yeah, he definitely should. Was he going to? Hell no, this was hilarious.

And so Bailey’s humorous behavior continued. He stumbled and tripped, ran into walls, and eventually ended back up on the couch with a pout and some very sore toes. The evening grew late, so it wouldn’t be odd for him to retire to his bedroom. However, he remained in the living room.

Zane smirked. Perhaps the trouble wasn’t so bad. At least he always got a good show.

Bailey caught Zane’s amused stare. The expression caused Bailey’s lips to purse, eyes to narrow, and teeth to grind.

It wasn’t funny that he was mentally panicking!

The poor boy was about to explode with embarrassment.

He wished he had the guts to ask if they were dating.

Wished he could ignore the gnawing fear at the base of his gut; if Zane said no, then what would he do?

If Zane said yes, what would he do? It wasn’t like they could have a normal relationship, considering they were hiding out in a bunker waiting for an evil organization to kill them.

All the confusion exhausted Bailey, mentally and physically. He leaned into the couch, letting his head hang off the back while he groaned.

Zane enjoyed the flustered Bailey. The bothered one?

Not so much. Zane moved across the couch to close the distance between them.

Bailey sat up straight, ready to ask what Zane wanted, except he wasn’t given the time to.

Zane caught him in a gentle kiss, his hand coming up to run his fingers through Bailey’s hair.

The tension in Bailey’s shoulders left instantly.

He melted into the touch like the love struck puppy he was.

When Zane retreated, he gave Bailey the softest smile he’s ever seen and asked, “Something wrong?”

Yes, there was a lot wrong, like how Bailey’s heart screamed so loudly that he couldn’t think. His toes curled. All they did was kiss! Bailey wanted to hit himself, but Zane was kind of leaning against him, which made Bailey press into the arm of the couch. He was pinned.

“Uh, wrong? No, not really... I don’t think so,” Bailey answered. He should have phrased that better because he was officially in trouble.

Zane’s eyebrow raised. “You don’t think so?”

“I mean no, nothing is wrong.”

“I smell bullshit.”

“Did you fart?”

Zane tapped the back of Bailey’s head. “Only I am allowed to start arguments between us. It’s your job to fix it.”

It was Bailey’s turn to flick Zane for that, who snickered at his joke, though it was mostly true. Zane definitely caused more arguments, problems, issues, or whatever between them.

“If you talked to me about your problems, then we wouldn’t have arguments to begin with!”

“Good thing Chris isn’t here. You just gave the impression of being a nagging husband. He would love that.”

“Shut up! It’s your fault!”

“You’re only sounding more like a nagging husband.”

Bailey pursed his lips once more and simply glared at Zane, who continued to smirk. Silence fell between them, but it sure as hell wasn’t tense. In fact, it was almost funny, which made no sense to Bailey, but somehow it was happening.

Zane wasn’t sure how to progress. He had asked if something was wrong because, well; they hadn’t talked for a week because he was having his own issues.

It wasn’t on his to do list to go even more time avoiding each other.

Approaching the problem that he didn’t know the solution to was hard.

Zane wasn’t used to it. He had no idea where to start or what to ask or how to ask without sounding like an ass.

Sighing, he leaned away, which Bailey did not like, but said nothing about. Instead, he watched Zane nervously ruffle his hair, twisting it between his fingers for a moment before dropping his hands into his lap.

After a few moments, Zane worked up the nerve to speak. “I’m not... the best at this.”

“This?” Bailey echoed.

“Asking if something is wrong when I know there is, and then you denying that there isn’t, so I have no idea what to do after that point.”

Bailey couldn’t help it. He laughed so hard his sides hurt because, honestly, there was a snippiness to his tone. A snippiness that Bailey hadn’t heard before and it was simply funny to hear it. No, maybe funny wasn’t the right word…

Relieving. It was relieving, and Bailey felt a little guilty for that. However, it gave him hope he could work up the courage to ask what’s really been bothering him. Zane showing his caring side didn’t happen daily, but man when it did, Bailey seriously appreciated it.

Taking a deep breath, Bailey tried to explain, “I guess... I don’t really know how to bring it up.”

“You start by opening your mouth.”

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”

Zane shrugged. Maybe it helped lighten the mood just a bit, but Bailey wouldn’t admit that.

“So, what I wanted to ask,” Bailey was forgetting how to breathe. “Um, are we dating?”

Now the silence was tense, to say the least. Bailey sat still as a statue. Zane’s eyes grew wide. Bailey couldn’t stand the blank stare, so he averted his gaze to the absolutely astounding floor. The blush on his cheeks was somehow a mixture of fear and embarrassment. Bailey regretted asking.

Zane wasn’t trying to be an asshole by making Bailey worry.

He honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.

The question left him stumped because Zane didn’t exactly date.

Ever. He had been with people for a night or so, but dating?

No, never happened, and he always thought it would be that way for many reasons.

“Do you want us to be?” Zane asked.