Hate sex at school
The practice was finally over. Peter was proud of himself he had gotten through it after pulling an all-nighter. Sighing he walked back to his locker, Ned babbling about whether the AT-AT armor might’ve been made out of an unknown metal that disintegrates when in contact with sand, or if there’s another explanation for them going from invincible to scrap metal in seconds. Peter smiles. Ned is the best friend he’s ever had. He would do anything for him and MJ.
Peter retrieves his history books from the locker as his spider-sense kicks in. Bracing himself for yet another locker door slamming painfully into his wrist, he’s shocked to find it’s Ned’s locker blasting shut.
‘Hey, fatso.’ Flash’s sneering voice creeps in his sleep deprived and already overloaded brain. ‘You’re such a fat loser. You know I can’t eat when I see you? You’re such a disgusting piece of shit.’ He pushes Ned into the locker.
Peter looks sideways at Ned, seeing him pale. Fuck. This isn’t right. ‘I want you to stop, Flash.’ Ned replies shakily.
‘Or what? What are you gonna do? Hang yourself? Oh, wait, there isn’t a rope strong enough, is there?’
This is it. Peter can’t have this. It’s okay when Flash bullies him, pushes him. He knows he can take it. But Ned? Flash isn’t supposed to hurt his friend. Peter feels fury take over as he slams his own locker shut and makes his way over to Flash.
‘You take that back.’ He hisses as he’s next to Flash and Ned.
‘Oh, look who comes to the rescue! Your faggot nerd friend. The one who gets on his knees for everyone to get attention.’
Good. Flash is targeting him now. This he can take. But he’s wrong. Flash turns back to Ned. ‘I wonder how he gets to your dick. Does he have to lift the flaps of fat before he can-‘
BAM.
Peter pushes Flash into the locker. Not the locker in front of him, but on the other end of the hall. Oops. Superpowers can be a bitch. Flash looks like he doesn’t know what hit him. He’s stunned for a few moments.
‘Ned?’ Peter gently strokes Ned’s cheek. Ned looks on the verge of crying. ‘I’ll get him, okay?’ He whispers. ‘I’ll make him pay.’
Ned looks him in the eye. ‘Good.’ He nods. ‘Good.’
‘But you have to get out of here. If they find out, I don’t want us both suspended, or worse.’
At this Ned’s eye widen. ‘You’re not gonna kill him, are you?’
‘Don’t worry, I share Spider-Man’s work ethics. No killing. Now go.’ He watches as Ned leaves, his eyes puffy and holding back tears. He gazes back at Flash.
***
Flash is recovering, shaking his head in disbelieve, before a small grin forms. ‘You’re gonna regret that, Penis.’ He makes his way over to Peter, eyes blazing with anger. Flash lashes out, his right arm aiming for Peter’s nose. Peter catches it in midair, reveling in Flash’s surprised look. It would be comical if the situation wasn’t this serious.
Peter twists his arm to his back, twirling Flash around and against the wall. He presses his knee between his legs, leaving him trapped. ‘Wha-‘ Flash is in shock.
‘Don’t you ever dare bully him again, Flash. I can take your bullshit, but I won’t have you damaging my friends.’ Peter’s voice sounds like a low and dangerous whisper. He feels Flash gulp.
‘Okay.’
It’s Peter’s time to be surprised. ‘Okay? Just like that?’
‘Yeah, okay. Now, let me go.’
‘Why?’
‘Please.’
This is new. Flash begging. Peter doesn’t know what to do. Flash sounds earnest. Gently he removes his leg and releases the pressure on Flash’s arm a bit.
‘Thanks.’
Peter lets go and takes a step back. Flash is acting out of character and he hasn’t got a clue why.
‘Please, leave.’ Flash’s voice is strained. Almost as if he’s… hurting? Shite. Peter is bone-tired and he knows he can never keep his powers under control as well as usual when he is.
‘Did I hurt you?’
Flash sighs and leans into the wall. ‘Please, let it go.’
‘No, I won’t. If I hurt you, I have to help you.’ Gently he flips Flash around.
‘No, please. Don’t.’ Flash resignedly drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
Peter’s eyes roam over Flash to check for injuries, only to find… ‘Flash?’
‘Please, don’t. I know it’s fucked up. I know I’m always bullying you, so I don’t have a right to ask, but please, let it go, Peter.’
‘Let what go? That force turns y-?’
‘Please, don’t say it out loud. I’m fucking mad, I know.’
That makes two of us, Peter thinks, as he feels arousal well up. ‘That must hurt.’ Peter doesn’t know where his sudden brazenness comes from.
Flash rubs his head. ‘Not particularly…’ He follows Peter’s gaze.
The gaze that isn’t aimed at his head, but lower. Much lower. Peter waits for the quarter to drop.
‘Oh.’
Something shifts in the atmosphere, as Peter drops to his knees.
‘Oh…’ Flash’s voice is breathy.
‘You want this?’
‘Fuck… yeah.’ Flash looks intensely at Peter.
‘All the time?’
Flash leans back against the wall. ‘All the time.’ He whispers.
Peter puts his hands on Flash’ zipper. It’s stretched out and barely containing his erection. ‘Like this?’
‘Hmm-hmm.’ Flash bites his lip.
‘What exactly, Flash? What exactly do you want?’
‘Don’t make me say it, Peter. I can barely voice it.’
‘So you do know my name. Good to know.’ He removes his hands. ‘But to get what you want, you have to ask for it. Nicely.’ It’s a good move, as he watches Flash’ erection swell even further.
‘Fuck… I…’ Flash closes his eyes. ‘I can’t. I must be retarded.’
‘Trust me, I don’t think you are.’ Peter growls, when he realizes he really doesn’t. Maybe this thing has always been there, working both ways. ‘Tell me what you wanted me to do.’
Flash groans. ‘I push you this hard, hoping you’ll snap and… force me to…’ Flash falters.
Peter decides he needs encouragement, so he puts his hands back on Flash’s zipper. ‘Tell me more.’ His voice sounds foreign to his ears, lower, huskier than normal.
‘You’d push me down, pull off my pants and flip out my dick.’
Peter’s hands work Flash’s zipper. ‘Like this?’
Flash whimpers.
Peter slowly pulls out his dick. ‘Tell me more.’
It takes a while for Flash to find his voice. ‘You’d… I’d struggle, but you just put your mouth on me.’
Peter looks up at him, through his lashes. ‘Want me to…?’
‘Please.’ It sounds like a little prayer.
Fuck. This shouldn’t turn Peter on as much as it does. His hand strokes the velvety dick in front of him. Is he really doing this?
Flash stirs. 'I'm sorry. I... We'd best stop this.' He tries to push Peter off.
That wakes something in Peter. 'Oh no, you don't.' He presses Flash back against the wall. Hard. He hears the intake of Flash's breath. 'I'm going to suck the soul right out of you and there's nothing you can do about it.' He hisses.
'Fuck. Peter.'
'Tell me if you want me to stop.'
'Okay. Don't stop. Please.'
Peter swallows him whole, sucking in every inch of Flash's hard dick. The surprised moan Flash makes goes straight to his own hard cock. He grabs Flash's butt and pulls him in even further, relaxing his throat around him. He pulls him out and sucks him back in, deeper every time. He feels the tough spit form in his throat, making him even harder himself. Peter uses his lips to squeeze a bit, tightening his grip on Flash’s cock with them. He strokes Flash’s balls, slowly moving his hand further down. He stimulates his perineum, before putting his finger on his asshole. Flash squirms, his legs shake. Peter slows down, lapping at to tip of the dick in his mouth, before engulfing it again. Flash's breathing accelerates as Peter moves quicker and deeper. Then he pulls off and looks up at Flash. 'Want to come all over my face?'
Flash groans as he looks at Peter in pure arousal.
'Ask.' Peter shouldn't enjoy himself this much.
'I... Can I come on your face?'
'Grammar, Flash.' Peter pecks the tip of his dick.
'May I- aaah' Flash moans as Peter swirls his tongue over his frenulum. 'May I come on your face?'
'I thought you'd never ask.' Peter swallows him back in and starts using his hands, setting a brutal rhythm. Flash's grunts and heavy breathing spur him on. One hand reaches into his own pants, squeezing his dick. The stimulation makes his suck reflex even stronger. He doesn't last long himself, coming over his own hand in his pants. Flash follows directly after, tides of sperm exploding over Peter's face. Peter grins as he licks the spunk that's within reach off his face.
'Fuck. Peter. That's so fucking hot.' Peter feels Flash's dick twitch in his hand. 'You look fucking hot.'
He laughs. 'Imagine what you could've had if you just asked nicely.' Peter gets up, his knees cracking. He reaches behind Flash and grabs some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall, cleaning himself up. He doesn't grab any for Flash. Peter throws the towels away and turns on his heels, leaving a flabbergasted Flash there.
'Peter? Shouldn't we talk about this?'
'Why, Flash? You could've had this, but you chose differently. What's there to talk about?' Peter feels powerful. He doesn't look back, but he sees Flash's devastated expression in the mirror.
'I'm sorry, Peter.'
'You should be.' He walks out, knowing this is hurting Flash. Good. Maybe one day they can reconcile. He won't make it easy on him, but if he really shows redemption? Who knows. Peter has enjoyed himself and wouldn't mind a repeat. But not today. Not after what he's done to Ned. He grins as he walks to the metro station. This has been a much better way to hurt Flash than hitting him.