Miles climbed through the window into Morales' bedroom, obviously pissed off. Morales watched Miles walking on the ceiling, pacing back and forth. Thanks to his colleagues, he had already experienced a long day. Miles finally hopped down from the roof, ripping the mask from his face and tossing it to the floor.
"What happened to you?" Morales asked, leaning back on his bed.
"The Audacity of New Yorkians," Miles said.
"Spill it,"
He started to mimic the voices of different people:
"Oh, you didn't save me fast enough!" "Well, the robbery shouldn't have happened!" "Maybe if you cared about us, I wouldn't have to worry about someone touching on me!"
Miles let out a groan.
"I can't be in all twenty-sex districts of New York all at once, Morales," Miles said, stopping in front of Morales, "It's like these people don't understand that, and all they do is complain,"
Miles returned to the ceiling by walking on the wall.
"All they do is complain," Miles said, "It's like everything I do, it's not enough,"
"Mhmm," Morales said.
"And don't even get me started on school," Miles said, "All my teachers want textbooks and essays done like they're the only advance class I have!"
"Like- I'm saving the city constantly, and you're mad because an essay is just ten words short?" Miles continued, "I don't see you hoping buildings to stop a man who just robbed a lady, only to get ridiculed by that lady that you didn't save her in time,"
Miles let out a deep sigh.
"It's like- every time I try to give my best shot, they hate it," Miles said, putting his hand to his face and rubbing his nose bridge.
"You should stop saving them," Morales said, "Just for a month and see what they do,"
"I can't do that because when some 'supervillain' is just going to try to take over New York," Miles said.
He finally hopped off the roof again and sat beside Morales on the bed.
"Tell- tell me about your day," Miles said.
"Well, I can say I had a long day," Morales said, "Oh- during one of my- jobs- my partner fucked up big time, alerted the whole fucking building,"
"And the worst part, he tried to pin that fuck-up on me!" Morales said, his irritation growing, "My boss believed him for a second without hearing my side of the story!"
"Did he ever get to hear it?" Miles asked.
"No!" Morales yelled, "That fuck-up got me off the field, and now I have to have proof that he triggered the fucking alarm,"
They both let out a sigh.
"I'm just sofuckingtired," Miles groaned.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Morales asked.
Miles let out a sigh.
"I think I need something else than watching a movie to relax," Miles said, leaning on Morales' shoulder.
He was hoping Morales caught the message, which he did. He started to take off his pants, leaving his boxers on as he leaned to kiss Miles. He slipped his tongue in as he pinned Miles to the bed. Morales traced his hand under his shirt to feel Miles' chest. Both were sexually frustrated, and both wanted to help each other out. Morales worked his way down to Miles' neck, kissing him softly. He used his free hand to remove Miles' pants and boxers. He was so glad that Miles made his suit have two parts instead of it being like a onesie.
Morales immediately got to work, wrapping Miles' legs around his waist and spreading his buttocks. He lifted himself off of Miles, admiring the lustful face that he had. He positioned himself and slowly slid inside Miles. Their face bared pain, for they were dry. Rushing it made the pain seem worse, so Morales slowed down. He went inside Miles at a comfortable spot. Morales stopped for a second to adjust to Miles. He watched Miles squirm underneath him. Once Miles had properly adjusted, Morales started to thrust slowly.
Miles cursed under his breath, his stress slowly being relieved from him. With each thrust, Morales slowly went deeper and deeper. He hit Miles' prostate fairly early, noticing only by Miles' sudden gasp and biting his lip. Miles hid his moans behind his lips, only letting Morales hear his whimpers, but it was not like Morales was complaining. Morales leaned in, burying his neck to smell Miles. Miles had a look of lustfulness, lost in the pleasure that he was receiving. Morales slowed down, catching his breath before speeding back up to finish himself off.
The pleasure overwhelmed Miles as he came on himself, letting out a huge moan. Morales finished himself off, coming inside of Miles. A few whines and whimpers escaped Morales' voicebox. He removed himself from Miles, letting the semen ooze out of Miles' asshole. Morales lay on top of Miles and hugged him tight. They rolled to the side and rested.
"I still think we should watch that movie," Morales said.
"What movie?" Miles asked.
"Indiana Jones," Morales said.
"Didn't that just come out?" Miles said.
"I had a 'friend' pirate it," Morales said, obviously lying.
"You're an asshole,"