Pietro huffed, he was on the bench again. He watched his fellow teammates out on the court. The timer read 3 seconds. It should’ve been him out there not Daniels. He wished he could’ve run out there and trip stupid Daniels. But Lance was watching, and he’d probably get kicked off the team if he used his mutation. The buzzer went off. Another win for stupid Bayville High, Pietro thought. The crowd cheered. Pietro’s teammates surrounded Daniels, all of them, as well, cheering for him. The coach ushered them all into the locker room.
The locker room wasn’t the best, it always smelled like teenage boys and the floor was always damp for some reason. Gray lockers lined the walls, each of the boys having their own. Pietro’s was number 9, he walked up to it and undid the lock. His bag was placed hastily inside. The speedster grabbed it, having to do more tugging than he would’ve liked to do. He watched as the rest of his teammates dispersed from around Evan, now was his chance.
Pietro approached Evan, “Nice work today.” He said snarkily
Evan began to pack his bag quickly, not sparing Pietro a look.
“Don’t be an ass, Maximoff.” He muttered, swinging the bag over his shoulder.
Pietro frowned, “I’m not being an ass, I was being nice.”
“Whatever,” He dismissed, turning to the rest of the team, “Night guys!”
The rest of the team replied to Evan as he walked out. Pietro packed his things as well, giving his teammates side eyes. Before he reached the door, his coach stopped him.
“Nice playing Maximoff.” He commented
Pietro nodded, “Thanks.”
“I want you to start trying harder at practice,” He continued, “You can’t just sit around and do nothing.”
The speedster sighed, “Sorry coach, I will.”
“Good, good. Now go enjoy your night.” He smiled
Pietro smiled back, walking out. He was greeted by Lance, who was leaned up against a hallway wall. Lance smiled when he saw him.
“You did great out there, ‘Tro.”
Pietro smiled widely, “Thank you Lancey.”
Lance grabbed his hand, leading him out of the school. The brunette’s jeep was parked near the front. Pietro placed his bag in the trunk, hopping into the passenger seat. Lance climbed in as well, starting the jeep.
“I was going to surprise you with something.” Lance chuckled
“What?” Pietro asked
“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.” Lance teased, pulling out of the parking lot.
The speedster rolled his eyes, “C’mon Lancey, just one clue.”
“Nope.” He smiled, driving them down a forested lane.
Pietro watched the scenery through Lance’s headlights. He rested his feet on the dash, his jersey and the rest of his basketball clothes still on. They turned a few corners before Lance pulled to the side of the road.
“What are you doing?” Pietro asked
Lance grinned, “Do you know what this is?”
“A lovers la-.. Oh my god Lance.” Pietro facepalmed
Lance laughed, “So do you know why we’re here?”
The speedster giggled, “I do.”
“Get in the back.” Lance ordered, Pietro quickly followed his command.
He scrambled to the back, his heart racing with excitement. Lance followed after him. The brunette kneeled on the floor of the jeep. He pulled down Pietro’s shorts and boxers. It was clear that Pietro was getting excited, which made Lance smirk. His hands pulled the speedster’s jersey up a little, revealing his happy trail. Lance hummed, brushing his nose over the silver hairs. Pietro shivered, biting his lip.
“You’re so hot..” He mumbled
Lance chuckled, “Yea?”
“Y-yea.” Pietro sighed happily
The brunette ducked his head further down, resting his cheek on Pietro’s thigh. He peppered kisses along his lower stomach, enjoying Pietro’s happy little gasps.
“You’re getting hard.” Lance smirked
Pietro rolled his eyes, “Don’t get smug with me.”
“‘M not, just pointing it out baby.” He purred
The speedster groaned, beginning to get impatient, “Hurry up..” He whined
Lance gripped onto Pietro’s hips, digging his nails into the skin. His head moved down, Pietro shivered as he felt Lance’s hot breath on him.
“Want me to suck you off?” Lance chuckled
Pietro nodded fervently, “Yes please.”
“Have you ever had anyone do this to you?” Lance gave him a lopsided smile
“N-no..” He admitted
“I’m glad I get to be your first time.” Lance purred
“You were my first time a week ago.” Pietro bickered
“Whatever you say, hun.” The brunette gave him an experimental lick.
Pietro shivered, his hands gripping onto the car seats. Lance went further, enjoying the reactions he was getting. His mouth entrapped the head of Pietro’s cock. The brunette’s tongue licked his slit. Pietro let out a loud moan, throwing his head back. His eyes clamped shut and his hands darted to Lance’s hair. Lance took him deeper until most of Pietro’s cock was inside his mouth. He bobbed and sucked diligently, enjoying the way Pietro began to tremble.
“Lance-“ Pietro moaned, “Oh.. oh my god-“
The brunette’s hands traveled up Pietro’s shirt, towards his nipples.
“Please..” He begged, “Take my-.. my shirt off..”
Lance pulled off of him with a loud ‘POP!’.
“Mm, no. It’s so hot when you keep it on.” He mumbled
Pietro tucked a few stray hairs behind Lance’s ear. Lance looked up at him and smiled.
“You look so pretty like this.” Lange chuckled, “Absolutely wrecked and I’ve barely done anything.”
Sweat beaded down Pietro’s neck, he whipped it away with one of his hands.
“Just feels so good.” He purred
“It’ll feel even better soon,” The brunette shrugged off his sleeveless jacket, “Lay down.”
Pietro whined and followed Lance’s orders. He watched as Lance pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it in the front seat. He undid his belt and his jeans, throwing them with the shirt. He crawled on top of Pietro, Lance’s hands on either side of him. He connected his lips with the speedster’s, feeling him immediately kiss back. They stayed like this for a few moments. Pietro wrapped his arms around Lance’s neck, pulling him even closer. But eventually they would have to separate.
Lance pulled away, “How do you want me baby?” He smiled
“Like this.” Pietro panted
The brunette turned around and reached into the backseat pocket (much to Pietro’s dismay). He produced a condom and a small bottle of lube from it.
Pietro giggled, “Always the preparer.” He teased
Lance chuckled, “If all goes well tonight I’ll be fucking you after each game.”
The speedster gasped, “Promise?”
“I promise you, baby.” He kissed Pietro’s forehead
He whined, “Then get inside me already!” Pietro demanded
“Hush, I need to get you prepped hun.” Lance reminds him, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me,” Pietro counters, “I can take it.”
Lance shushes him by pressing a lubed finger to his hole, “Baby, I won’t be doing anything to you tonight if you aren’t prepped.”
Pietro rolls his eyes, but is interrupted by Lance’s finger slowly entering him. His back arched, taunt like a bow. He whined relentlessly, Lance gave him a smug look. Lance’s finger began to move, slow at first but quickly changing pace as Pietro became more comfortable with it. Lance spread kisses along Pietro’s abdomen, nibbling occasionally. He soon slipped in a second and soon enough a third, until Pietro was begging for him to just be inside him.
“Lance-.. please-“ He gasped, desperately reaching for something to grip onto.
The brunette chuckled under his breath, “Yea? You think you’re prepped enough hun?”
Pietro nodded feverishly, “Please.. I need you-“
The speedster sounded absolutely wrecked, he looked wrecked too. His silver hair was disheveled across his face, sweat dripped from his forehead while small bruises began to form on his stomach from the biting. He watched, entranced, as Lance slipped the condom over his hard cock. Pietro bit his lip as the brunette lubed himself up enough to be comfortable. Lance smiled at him, pressing the blunt head of his cock to Pietro’s hole.
He whimpered, “Lance..”
The brunette slowly pushed in, inch by excruciating inch. Pietro threw his head back, moaning loudly.
Lance smiled, “Doing so well for me baby.” He groaned, “So tight too.”
Pietro choked on his own breath, not being able to say anything at all. Lance began to pet the speedster’s hair. He kissed over Pietro’s body, whispering sweet praises.
“You feel just as tight as last time.” He smiled
Pietro cocked an eyebrow, “You remember what I felt like?”
“I’ve been thinking about it all damn week.” Lance huffed
Pietro giggled, which Lance didn’t find amusing. He decided his best choice of action would be to slowly thrust into him. Pietro’s back arched, unprepared for the movement. Lance grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the window.
“Not laughing much now, are we?” He chuckled
Pietro could only scowl for a second before being lost in pleasure again. Lance started slow, but he quickly lost control of his movements and was going at whatever pace he pleased. Pietro continued to cry out, begging for more. The brunette did as much as he could, though the limited space made it harder.
“Oh.. ‘Tro,” Lance purred, “God, fuck, I’m getting close.”
“Me too-!” Pietro sobbed through whines
Lance rested his head on Pietro’s abdomen, feeling his climax getting closer. Pietro whined to be released from Lance’s grip, but Lance refused. The brunette groaned, sinking his teeth into Pietro’s skin to hide his noises.
“Lancey- so.. close-“ He cried
Lance let go of one of his hands in order to caress his cheek.
“Cum f-for me baby.”
The speedster let out one last big cry, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. Lance brushed them away before quickly announcing his own finishing. The two of them laid there for a moment, in pure extacy.
Lance was the first to move, pulling off his condom and hurrying Pietro to the front seat. Lance then got himself dressed quickly, hoping that Pietro wouldn’t get too impatient. But when Lance finally settled into the front seat, all Pietro did was huff.
“What is it?” He asked
“You stained my fucking jersey!” Pietro rolled his eyes, “You’re lucky I’ve got another one.”
Lance chuckled, pulling them onto the road and driving along, “What would you have done to me if you didn’t?”
“I would’ve fucked you.” He said confidently
“Sounds interesting enough.” Lance hummed
“Would you ever let me?” Pietro asked in a more serious tone.
The brunette shrugged, “Sure, I’ll try it at least once.”
Pietro smirked, “Get ready for tomorrow then.”
“I’ll be ready baby, don’t worry.” He laughed
The speedster pulled his dirty shirt off and threw it in the back seat. Lance grabbed a hold of his thigh
Pietro fiddled with the drawstrings of his shorts, “I don’t think I can walk.” He admitted
“‘S alright, I’ll carry you in.” Lance mumbled
“Won’t the others be suspicious?”
“Who gives a damn, I won’t let them interfere with us.”
Pietro giggled, “That’s so loving of you Lancey.”
Lance only smiled as they pulled into the dirt driveway. Lance got out, moving to Pietro’s side of the car to lift him up.
“Your legs are still shaking.” He observed
Pietro scowled, “Shut up, get me inside so I don’t smell like sex.”
“Whatever you want hun.” Lance grinned, carrying him inside the house
Toad and Fred were playing Uno at the dinner table while Wanda sat on the floor, writing in a notebook. She was the first to look up at them.
“Brother, where’s your shirt?” She cocked her head to the side.
“It got dirty.” He said, glaring at Lance.
Toad also gazed up at them, “Woah man, what are you doing?”
“I’m bringing him up to take a shower.” Lance muttered, stepping towards the stairs.
“Aye, man, don’t waste our hot water!”
“Shut up Toad.” Pietro groaned as Lance walked him up the stairs.
They reached the bathroom, Lance locking the door. He stripped Pietro first, pulling his clothes in a pile that had already been formed. He’d need to go to the dry cleaners tomorrow. Lance then stripped himself, starting the shower. Pietro sat on the toilet seat, obviously shivering.
Lance picked him up again, “Baby you’re shaking.”
Pietro sighed, resting his head on Lance’s shoulder, “House isn’t well insulated.”
Lance nodded, “C’mon let’s get you in.”
The speedster sighed, “Alright.”
The brunette stepped into the shower, the hot water immediately hit Pietro’s skin.
“I think it’s best if we sit down.”
Pietro nodded as Lance lowered them. He reached for the soap, pouring some into his hands. Lance slowly massaged it into Pietro’s scalp. The speedster closed his eyes, letting all the sensations wash over him. Lance simply smiled down at him. He pulled Pietro up, closer to him. Lance then pulled the body wash and began to scrub Pietro clean.
“Thank you..” He muttered sleepily
“Of course, ‘Tro.” Lance kissed his forehead.
Pietro looked up at him, “Lance..” He paused, his heart pounding, “Are we dating..?”
Lance stopped scrubbing, “I assumed we were.” He chuckled
Pietro took a breath of relief, “Thank god.”
The brunette smiled, “Should we get out?”
Pietro nodded as Lance scooped him up, turning the water off. He grabbed a towel and began to dry them both off, noting the bruises on Pietro’s stomach.
“How do you feel hun?” He asked
“Exhausted..” Pietro admitted
“Alright, let’s get in bed then.” Lance said, carrying Pietro (not very stealthy) to his room.
He placed the speedster down, rummaging through one of his dresser drawers before pulling out two pairs of boxers. He helped Pietro put his pair on and then crawled into bed. Lance wrapped his arms around Pietro’s waist, pulling him close.
“Night ‘Tro, I love you.” Lance yawned
“Love you too.”