Title: Guilty Pleasures

Author: Esprit

Pairing: Hank / Peter

Rating NC 17 to X

Disclaimer: Characters and background history on them belong to Marvel comics and no money was made in the production of this story.

Author Note: This story has to do with X-Men who are grossly overweight.  If you do not like that, then you may not want to read this fic.  Otherwise, it’s your normal, if somewhat hot and heavy (pun intended) slash fic story.

 

 

 

 

 

Guilty Pleasures

By: Esprit

 

 

Hank was depressed.  Ororo wasn’t speaking to him any more and had broken off their relationship it seemed permanently.  He wasn’t having any luck with being a truly heroic figure either, so that wasn’t helping his self esteem.  Thankfully, he had found something that gave him a little pick-me-up, although, technically, he knew that it was a sugar rush, but anything was better than having to stay in this house hiding from the world and the person he still loved.

            Colossus was walking into the kitchen to grab a snack before lunch when he noticed hank sitting at the table with a pile of Twinkie wrappers and a box of Twinkies that were almost completely empty.  So that’s where all the Twinkies have been running off to, he thought to himself.  He must have been doing this for some time since there hadn’t been a box of Twinkies to be found in a month and they had been continually restocking.  He must have been sneaking into the kitchen to eat them while he thought no one would be around.

            Hank looked up from his yellow sponge treat to the eyes of Colossus, who actually looked to be concerned.  Hank swallowed the cake, still able to savor its sweet taste as he felt like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar—which he sort of had.  “Peter—I—“ Hank stammered as Peter watched him with a little crumb on his lips.

            Pete smiled at his round face, which was a little flustered.  “Do not worry.  I will not tell anyone.”  Hank’s face became relieved as he cleaned up the wrappers and threw them into the wastebasket.

            “I appreciate it, my friend.”  Peter smiled at him and watched him leave the kitchen with his eyes firmly locked onto the retreating backside.  The ass he was looking at filled out the jeans he was wearing so well, showing him a nice rounded bubble butt.  Peter wondered what it would be like to feel that nice piece of meat, but came back to himself once he rounded the corner. 

He noticed how Hank seemed to be gaining weight.  He hadn’t seen him in the Danger Room in ages and he wondered what was keeping him away, then thought with a sneer that it was probably Storm who was keeping him reclusive.

Peter turned back to the refrigerator and decided that he would have to do something for Hank to get him out of this shell he seemed to have locked himself into.

 

 

The dinner that Peter was cooking was great.  It was a Russian dish that Hank couldn’t pronounce, but Peter said it was the only dish he could remember how to make that was Russian.  The rest of the X-Men seemed to like it well enough, but it really went over well with Hank.  “I’m glad you like it, Hank,” Peter said as he looked across the table at Hank.  “I should cook for you more often,” he said low, making a pretty blatant pass at Hank.  The girls around the table giggled and hank looked at them before staring befuddled at each of their giggling faces.

Professor Xavier also took notice of the little exchange and could feel the open attraction the Peter felt toward Hank.  It wasn’t something Xavier was unused to from Pete at this stage, but he was surprised that his gaze had shifted from Logan to Hank so quickly.  It was unusual for someone to shift gears so readily from an infatuation.  He decided to watch the pair to make sure things went all right.  After all, this was a rather delicate matter.

Hank was doubly surprised when the rest of the X-Men left the kitchen and Pete brought out a pie that looked like it was—yes, it was made of Twinkies!  “Since our meeting this afternoon, I decided to experiment with a pie.  I hope you like it,” he said as he brought a slice over to Hank.

“Is it entirely made of Twinkies?”

“There is ice-cream at the center.  I did not think graham-cracker crust would go well, so I used regular crust….”

“I prefer regular crusts,” Hank said cheerily as he dug into the pie.  It was great!  “Peter, you’ve got to try some of this!” he said enthusiastically as he finished of a piece.  Peter watched with pride as Hank gobbled up the piece in a flash and put his plate down.  “That was incredible.”

“Would you like another piece?  I’ll actually join you this time.”

Hank smiled at Peter and nodded.  Maybe he could actually distract himself enough to not have to be depressed anymore, Hank idly thought as he looked at Pete who continued to smile at him.

 

After a month of the two men sharing this secret with each other on a daily basis and using the activity to justify their sudden friendship, Hank was starting to feel like his jeans and shirts were shrinking in the laundry.  He did wear a lot of cotton, but really, most of the people in this house knew how to do laundry after his hour seminar on the laundry load dos and don’ts. 

Looking himself over in the mirror when his jeans refused to button, he noticed that he had gained a substantial amount of weight.  The top of his belly was bulging over the unbuttoned jeans and his face, which had always been an egg shaped oval was now looking more spherical.  Well, he couldn’t go out with nothing, and since there was no known laundry process to expand clothing as opposed to shrink it, he would have to run out and buy a new outfit or two to tide him over.

Walking out the door to run down to the kitchen because he was starving and wasn’t about to leave the house with an empty stomach, he saw Pete closing his door and fiddling with his jeans as well.  His solution was to leave the button open and the fly down and to just leave his shirt out over it, but the problem with this was that the edges of his jeans showed through the t-shirt because it was looking rather tight on him too.  His large chest was even larger and he was developing a tummy too.  It was visibly soft under that thin fabric of the t-shirt he was wearing.  He looked pretty good, which was surprising to Hank even as he thought it.

“Ahem,” he said to catch Peter’s attention.  “Having some trouble with your laundry shrinking?  I told you to not use hot water, but does anyone around here listen to me?  Noooooo,” he teased.

“I made sure not to use hot water!  And… I listen to you, Hank.”  What he meant was that he hung off of the man’s every word, but he would sound kind of obsessed if he put it that way.

“Come on Colossus, you can help me shop for clothes since it seems like you need some too.  Have you eaten?”

“Not yet,” he mumbled.

“Come out with me and we’ll grab something at the mall.”  Colossus perked up at the invite and they were off to get food. 

Hank got the impression he was being stared at as he drove along to the mall.  It didn’t stop when they got to the mall or at all over their meal and it certainly didn’t stop as they were looking for clothes.  It actually made Hank feel sexier than he had in a very long time.  Storm practically ignored him and when he looked up to Peter’s timid face, smiling at him when he was acknowledged, he felt like he didn’t need Storm any more.

 

“Peter, I had something I wanted to ask you,” Hank said on their drive home.

“Of course.  What is it?”  They were coming back after dark because they had spent so much time at the mall looking at each other in the outfits they were trying. 

“Why do you… like men?” he asked a little nervously.

“I do not know.  I just—“ Peter looked up at Hank nervously.  “Does it bother you?”

“If it bothered me, I wouldn’t be in this car with you, honestly.”  Pete was silent as he turned his gaze toward the dashboard and nodded digesting that information.  It meant that Hank wasn’t bothered by his sexual orientation, but it didn’t say… well, it didn’t say what he wanted to hear.  “Are you all right?”

Peter nodded, but he was nervous whenever his orientation was brought up.  So many people were weirded out or upset by what he enjoyed looking at and fantasizing about. “I… I’ve always liked men.”

Hank smiled at him.  “Do you like… me?”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to Hank’s in a flash.  “How did you—“

“Know?”  Pete nodded.  “Not even Storm would cook something just for me.  It’s very sweet of you.”  Oh no, Pete thought.  Here comes the, I really appreciate what you do for me, but I really just want to be friends.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said on the verge of tears.  I did not mean to fall in love with you.

“Whatever for?”

“I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It surprised even me, but I’m not uncomfortable, Peter.  In fact,” he said leaning toward the other man.  “I’m quite intrigued.”  Pete continued to stare at him and his mouth dropped open in shock at what Hank was telling him.  Hank’s lips finally met Peter’s and Hank’s tongue snaked out to invade Peter’s still agape mouth. 

Peter’s hands rushed up to Hank’s face and he ran his fingers along the back of his thick neck where his hair was tied back into a ponytail.  His breath was ragged—this was the first time he got to kiss another man and it felt like water to a man who’d been crawling through a desert his whole life.  Peter’s small moan sounded more like a squeak to him as he expressed how much he’d desired this from Hank.

Hank snaked his hand underneath Peter’s shirt and felt his smooth skin over his rounded belly.  Deciding to be a bit of a tease, he stuck his finger into Colossus’ belly button and delighted in his breathy moan.  He wanted to let his hand caress deeper into his jeans, but figured that they shouldn’t get too out of control with the possibility of someone walking in on them through the garage door.

In a million years Peter had not thought that Hank would return his attraction and his heart fluttered at the prospect that he did.  “Does this mean… will you…?”  Colossus didn’t know exactly how to phrase his question.

“I want to get to know you, Peter.  I mean, I know we’re friends, but I can’t help but feel that there could be more….”

“There is, Hank.  There is definitely more.”  Peter was so excited he could hardly contain himself.  Hank kept smiling back at him and he could only hope that he was as eager to see their relationship blossom.  Peter leaned in for another kiss before they finally left the safety of the car.

Inside, Storm was passing down the hallway and saw the two of them together.  The strangest, most harsh look Hank had ever seen on her face passed over her otherwise lovely features.  She looked angry and disappointed.  He wanted to let her know how happy he was, but she wasn’t interested in his happiness.  Not anymore.  He wondered if she ever was.

He tried to ignore her and left to the kitchen, which seemed to become his safe place with Peter.  Hank huffed and went straight for the refrigerator.  He wanted to think and he felt he could do that when he was munching.

Peter came contritely in after Hank had sat down with a carton of ice cream.  “Did you need some time alone?”

Hank waived his spoon around and thought about it for a moment.  “I don’t think I’d mind your company.”  Only after he said it did he realize that Peter made him feel better about Storm.  She was scoffing at him and Peter was there to remind him how special he was.  Feeling much more comfortable in the new clothes they had gotten, they both sat down with ease and started talking.  Peter thought it was probably better to stay off the subject of Storm.  He didn’t really want to be associated with her in Hank’s mind.

 

“Professor, this is insane.  Colossus is hitting on Hank, I know it.”

“What seems to be the problem, Storm?”  Xavier asked nonchalantly as he sat down a file he had been glossing over to look up at Ororo Munroe.  Since he didn’t see a problem with the two men being attracted to one another he thought he would let her know in the gentlest way possible.

“Hank isn’t gay, Professor!”

“All the same, he seems happy in his relationship with Peter, no matter the nature of it, so unless you would like to assert influence over the situation by asking Hank to be your significant other again, I see no reason you should want to interfere.”

“Very well, Professor.  You’ve made your point.”  Storm wanted them out of her face so she didn’t have to see how happy Hank was… without her.

 

“I’ve a new assignment for the two of you,” Storm said to Hank as he came down for breakfast.  Colossus was already there and he was looking a bit worried over at the stove as he looked at the two of them over his shoulder.

“What’s this about?”

“There is a new mutant that Professor Xavier wants you to look in on.  He figures he might be helpful to us.”

“All right.  Where is he?”

“San Francisco.”

“Ah-hah.  Well….”  That was a subtle hint, wasn’t it?  “We should get going then.  Peter, will you help me prep the jet after breakfast?”

“You’ll be going commercial.”

“I assume you’ve already made the arrangements, then?”

“Of course.”  How thoughtful of the Professor.  If they didn’t eat in a hurry they would probably miss their flight.  Sighing, he turned to the fridge, but noticed that Peter already had eggs cooking. 

Peter noticed his gaze and turned to face him.  “You like your eggs scrambled, don’t you, Hank?”

“You know me well… and my stomach.”

“I hope to one day reach your heart through it.”  Hank smiled.

“You already have.  So, are you excited to see San Francisco?  I bet we could do some awesome sight seeing while we’re there.”

“This is not a vacation!” Storm shouted.  The two men looked up at her.  Hank seemed to be undisturbed by her outburst.  He’d been dealing with her for a long time.

“Storm, if we go there and get this guy for you, who’s to say we don’t deserve a little break afterward?  I’m sure the Professor won’t mind.”  He could see storm getting hot under the collar the longer she was in the room with them.  He actually enjoyed making her a little peeved; he wasn’t going to let her bother him.  After last night, he really realized that he didn’t need her and that Peter was capable of filling all the gaps in his heart.

 

Their flight was interesting to say the least.  The metal detectors must have gotten better over the years because Peter had a devil of a time getting through the airport machinery.  They eventually let him on board the plane, but only after they did a full cavity search on him, which Hank hoped he wasn’t too humiliated by.  He had to wait for him as they took him into that room and kept him there for ten minutes.  They had arrived with plenty of time, but this was ridiculous.

Finally they were in San Francisco and Peter wanted to get down to business.  He was awfully quiet after he came out of that room with his clothed all ruffled and the security technicians all perplexed.  Hank could only imagine what they had done to him—and that got him on a train of thought he wasn’t sure he should be on this early.  He was imagining himself as a technician and his ungloved fingers slipping inside Peter’s colossal body.  Staring at his ass as they loaded off the plane, he could imagine what it looked like all bare and round.  He couldn’t help his desire to feel Peter like that and then—then—oh he was getting hard and it hardly felt like it was his fault.  Maybe there was something about San Francisco air.  Yeah.  There definitely was.  It was the air of freedom.

Peter turned to Hank when they were out in the terminal and noticed Hank’s far away look.  Looking him over, he noticed that there was a larger than usual bulge in his slacks.  He bet those slacks felt really good over his package.  He wanted desperately to feel the turgid flesh under that belly that was not popping out any more, but just as soft as always.  Peter shook himself of the thoughts of Hank’s flesh and focused on why they were here.

Their mission was to find a boy named Fred Dukes.  They knew little about him, only that he frequented a great deal of the restaurants in the area—often.  The Professor probably wouldn’t like them eating out that often, but how else were they supposed to find the guy?  And did they even know what he looked like?  Hank looked over the folder they had on him at the first restaurant they stopped in, for lunch.  The Cheesecake Factory was excellent and they supposed was a good a place to start as any.  Not to mention that they wanted to get in all the gourmet food they could before being called back to the mansion.

In the folder was a photo of Dukes as well as a list of favorite restaurants. Of which the Cheesecake factory was at the top.  “Well, it looks like it is now our solemn duty to eat at three of these restaurants every day.  I think the Professor actually knew what he was doing.”  He looked around surveying the clientele of the restaurant and noticed that there was one person who was large enough to be Mr. Dukes, but he was too dark skinned to be Dukes.

Sighing, Hank gave the picture to Peter and said, “We should keep an eye out for him, but really, we need to look like real patrons and since the Professor is footing this bill—get whatever you’d like Peter.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m the senior on this mission—don’t get punny on me, Rasputin,” he said as he saw the gears turning in Peter’s head, “and I say you can get whatever.”

Peter smiled at him and looked at the menu while Hank looked out at the people who were entering and exiting the building.  They would take turns watching the people and ordering food.  He didn’t quite know what they were going to do once they found the man.  He hoped that he’d be able to initiate first contact without too much of a scene.  Mutants weren’t exactly accepted—even among mutants.  Still this was supposed to be San Francisco, one of the most open-minded cities in the country.

They figured out what they wanted, each watching while the other read, trying to make it look casual.  Peter ended up staring at Hank though after long.  He couldn’t wait until he actually got into a room with Hank and was able to rip his clothes off in private.  Peter was smiling to himself when Hank noticed him being lax in his duties.

“I’m not Dukes,” he said.  That brought Peter out of his thoughts.

“Uh—of course you’re not.”

“I know it’s hard to make looking for someone look casual, but we have to do this, Peter.  Please bear with me.  I know that this seems like a vacation because we’re away from home, but I really want to be able to show Storm that we can do this.”  Peter felt bad for being a slacker when his new lover was on duty.  He wouldn’t have done that with Cyclops.  Then again, Cyclops wasn’t nearly as handsome.  Peter thought he might feel… jagged.

“I am sorry.  I will be more vigilant.”

“I’m not saying that you have to constantly stare.  That would give us away.  If you see someone big, pay attention to them and don’t focus on other people.  If it looks like the man in this picture, let me know and I’ll go and talk to him… uh—discreetly.”  Hank sighed.  This might actually turn out to be pretty difficult.  “In the mean time, Peter, why don’t you tell me what you remember about Russia.”

Peter smiled and told him of the few memories he had of being a boy on his family’s farm.  He missed his family a lot, but it was more thoughts of what could have been as opposed to missing something he had gotten used to.  He was pretty young when he was taken.  He stopped there.

“You don’t have to go on.  I know all about that place.  I hope that the work we do here will keep others from going to it,” he said remembering Weapon X.

“You are right.”  Hank was kind and strong willed.  Peter found that very comforting.  They stayed for as long as they could, telling the waiter that they were undecided for as long as was plausible.  He ended up giving them several suggestions when they took the hint that they would start to be unnatural looking if they stayed longer.

It was fun just hanging around with Peter all day.  It was everything he enjoyed about his life at the mansion in a rather condensed version.  Everywhere they went, in an attempt to lengthen their stay, they would order dessert as well, whether or not they ate it.  Sometimes, they’d take it back to their hotel and save it for late evening if they felt the need for a midnight snack.

They both felt well fed during that first week and were having fun frequenting these places in search of a mutant they’d never met before.  However, during the end of their first week in San Francisco, they were both fit to burst from their clothing… and they were brand new!

“All right, Peter.  You and I need to visit another fine clothing shop.  My pants have been shrunk by the hotel laundry,” he snuffed irritated.

“They must have shrunk ours both.  But let’s not blame it on those who haven’t had your one hour seminar on laundry.”

“I can’t abide people who can’t do their own laundry.  I’m sorry, Peter.  After this place we’ll go check out a clothing store.  Then we’ll go back to looking for Dukes.”

Peter would just as soon Dukes not show up at all and have them live at this relaxed pace for the rest of their lives, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair to the X-Men.  He vowed to enjoy this time with Hank like no other time in his life.

 

Hank couldn’t believe how many sizes he had gone up.  He had originally started out with his regular size and then when they got too small, he had purchased a size too big in anticipation of them shrinking… or him getting bigger as he had noticed the weight gain before.  But now having to go get more clothing of large size and getting those too big and filling them out on top of that was a bit much.  His belt had stopped fitting him long ago and he could see his belly starting to emerge from the top of his jeans.  He was having trouble finding pants that had wide enough legs to be comfortable too.

Peter was having even more trouble than he was.  They had to go to the Big and Tall section to look for him.  He eventually found something that he was satisfied with.  Hank had to admit that he looked so much better in proper fitting clothes that fit him snugly as opposed to ones that looked too small for him.  The shirts he was getting had been too short in height and so he had been poking out of his shirt the last couple of days, although that did give Hank ample opportunity to stare at his round tummy as it poked out at him.  Occasionally it would display his belly-button and he would smile remembering the sounds he would make if touched there.

It was on their way to the checkout line at the department store that Hank noticed someone who was just as big as Peter.  Out of habit at this point, he glanced over and saw the man from the picture, although quite a bit heavier than when the photo was taken.  He was holding a pair of slacks and a tie as he got into line behind them. 

“Um….” Hank started unsure of how to proceed.  He really wanted to talk to him, but wasn’t sure how much could be overheard in a department store.  He decided to make conversation and hope for the best.  “Excuse me?”

Dukes looked up at Hank’s voice and Hank smiled.  It was him all right.  “Yes?” he asked in a deep voice.  His blond hair was combed quite business like and he wore slacks and a dress shirt.

“Could you tell me where you found those?  My friend here and I were looking for some khaki’s,” Colossus snickered and covered his mouth.**   Hank tried not to acknowledge him, but wasn’t entirely successful.  He gave him a sideways glance before continuing.  “I haven’t been able to find them in his size anywhere.  We must have missed them since you seem to be about the same size.”

“Yeah, they’re over in the Big and Tall section in the right corner.”

“Thank you.  I’ll be right back, Peter.”

“56/38!” he called to Hank as he left.

“We are the same size,” Dukes said and Peter smiled at him.  Peter looked at him and was aghast when he noticed that he was the man they’d been looking for all this time!

“Fred Dukes!”

“Excuse me?” he said defensively.  About that time Hank returned and was looking very relieved.

“Thank you so much!  I would never have found them.  Here, Peter,” he said.

“Hank,” Peter said, looking nervously at him.  He nudged Hank.

“It’s okay, Peter, I’m sure they’ll fit you.”  They were next in line and went to the cashier.  Separated from the main line, Hank was able to talk unobtrusively to Peter.  “I know it’s him.  We just have to wait until we’re outside.”  Hank noticed him looking at them oddly and decided to flash a smile at him, hopefully disarmingly.

They waited outside for him and Hank wanted to approach him by himself.  “Excuse me, Fred Dukes?”

“How do you know my name?” Fred asked uncertainly.

“We… come from a school in New York.  We’d like you to think about attending.”

“I’m a little old for school.”

“No one is too old for this school.  We’ve got a man there who’s probably a hundred and no one seems to care.  It’s a school for special people.”

“Fat camp, hunh?  Well, I’ve tried to lose this weight and it just won’t go away, so I’d appreciate it if you would.”

“No, no, it’s not like that.  This place is for… people with gifts.  Gifts they aren’t certain how to use.”

Dukes looked at Hank warily, then to Colossus.  “What kind of gifts?”

“Colossus?” Hank asked and turned to Peter.  “Would you mind showing this gentleman your gift?”  They were relatively secluded as they had rounded a corner as they spoke.  Peter shifted into his metal form and Fred gasped.  “Colossus cannot change this about him and I’m sure there’s something about you that you cannot change.”  Peter shifted back to his skin.  “But we can help you be accepted in this world.  Starting with the school.”

“But… it’s just weight.  I don’t do anything like that,” Fred said as he backed away from them.

“Look, the reason we were sent here is because the headmaster is pretty certain that you are a mutant like us.”

“He can tell stuff like that?”

“That’s part of his gift.”

Nodding, Fred said, “I’ll have to think about it.”

“That’s okay.  We’re staying at this hotel—there’s our number on the back,” he said as he handed out a business card he’d been carrying around with him for the past week and a half.  “The card is for the school in New York.  You can call either one of us and talk about it.  We’ll be staying in town for a couple more days.  I you want, we’d be happy to take you with us.  If not, know we’ll always welcome you there.”

“Thanks for the consideration.  I’ll think about it and get in touch with you.”

Hank extended his meaty hand and Fred clasped it.  “It was a pleasure to meet you,” he said as they shook hands.  Fred nodded and was on his way to his car, stopping to look back at them as they walked down the street to their hotel.

“I think that went well, don’t you?”

“I think it went very well, Peter.  I’m glad we ran into him.  Now we can relax.”

“You mean more than we’ve already been doing?”

“Well, would you prefer to play then?”

Peter got a twinkle in his eye and glanced side long at Hank.  “I would not have it any other way.”  Hank smiled at him and they made their way hurriedly back to the hotel.

Once there, Hank felt his missionly responsibilities drop from him and he felt like he wanted to eat Peter.  He certainly wanted that huge cock in his mouth post haste.  Shoving the larger man up against the hotel room wall, Hank tugged at the old jeans that Colossus still had on.  The button finally had all it could take and popped away from his belly, allowing him to spill out over the too tight jeans and stress the zipper down.  Kneeling down, Hank moved away the too short shirt and munched on his soft, roundness just beyond.  The skin gave so nicely as he kissed him there and took tiny mouthfuls of his stomach and Peter was screaming when Hank stuck his tongue into his belly-button.

“Hank—you’re making me so hard!”

“You’re making me hard, you big, sexy man,” Hank cooed to him.  Peter ate up the praise and jerked his hips to Hank’s body, begging that he continue his teasing in a place that wasn’t so… torturous.

Hank let his hands wander up toward his big chest, where his nipples were standing stiff on top of the man breasts that he formed.  His face however, continued down, wiggling at his jeans, pulling them down with his mouth.  “Please!  Hank, please!”

Liking the sound of begging, he didn’t want to stop.  “What will you give me, Peter?”

“Anything!  Hank, please, I want you so badly!”

“Take off your clothes,” Hank commanded.  He liked this leader stuff.  Peter jumped to fulfill his wish, tugging his shirt up over his head and yanking on his jeans and underwear which were severely tenting until his erection was released and he bobbed free, his huge erection sticking up against his belly.

Hank sat back on the bed to look at him.  He looked great and imposing.  Bigger than Hank by far and that thought sent a shiver up his spine.  He didn’t know if he could take that big member up his ass or not.  He wasn’t planning to tonight anyway.  He was in far too much of a dominating mood to let Peter on top this time.

“Get that gorgeous ass over here and bend over on this bed.”  Peter trembled at the instruction as he followed it.  They had been intimate before this evening, but Hank had not taken him completely.  Hank had said that he was too nervous to let go completely, with their jobs not being done.  Peter had begged each night and only gotten so far, but this was the night that all his fantasies would come true, Peter could feel it deep in his bones. 

Hank ran his hands over Peter’s ass and splayed his cheeks to take a look at the rosy pucker of his.  It was the first time he’d seen it and he wanted to dip his hands into it immediately.  Not wanting to cause Peter any pain, he rummaged in their bathroom for the lube they had bought while visiting the Castro District during one of the days they had been unable to eat anymore and couldn’t loiter.

He was back before Peter knew it and was excited about being penetrated for the first time.  “Hank… will you—please?”

“Yes?” he asked gently as he applied some lube to his beefy fingers of one hand.

“Fuck me!”

“Oh, I will, Peter.  You needn’t worry about that.  Right now though, I’m going to have some fun.”  His hands went to the huge ass in front of him and he caressed up and down his crack with his clean hand and fondled the smooth space between his ass and balls.  Peter was crying into a pillow he grabbed to muffle the sounds he was making by that time.  Hank thought it was delicious and bent down to take that ass into his mouth.  He bit the shapeliness and let his tongue dart out into the deep crevice of lust. 

Hank tasted his ass hole and plunged as deeply into it as he could, but was limited in how far his tongue could reach.  That didn’t seem to matter to the writhing Colossus.  Giving the round globes of flesh a last swipe with his tongue, he took his lubricated hand and stuck a finger into the waiting hot cavern of Peter’s body.  The butt clenched around his fingers and his hips jerked uncontrollably in a pattern that was erratic.

“Please, Hank, please!” he heard muffled though the pillow.  Hank smiled and started undoing his clothes to join Peter in his nudity.  It only took him a moment as his clothes were still ill-fitting too.

“Do you know how hard you make me, Peter?  Do you know how long I’ve wanted to stick my fingers inside of you?”

“No,” Peter panted to him.

“Ever since we arrived in San Francisco.”

“Why did you wait ‘till now?”

“Love is worth the wait, isn’t it?”

Peter smiled to him as Hank positioned himself at the entrance to Peter.  Lubing up, he imagined how good it was going to feel to be inside him like this.  Placing himself with his head in Peter’s crack, he savored the way his skin felt, squeezing against just the tip.  “Feel how hard you make me,” Hank said moving slightly so Peter could feel the stiffness in the folds of his flesh.

“I beg you, Hank!”

With that final plea, Hank thrust into Peter and Peter shouted at the top of his lungs.  Even muffled by the pillow it was loud.  Hank grunted as he stroked Peter’s insides with his dick, pounding, loving the slapping sound their flesh made on impact.  He felt so tight and hot.  Hank caressed Peter’s back and round ass as he pumped into his lover, reaching heaven.

Peter couldn’t believe how incredible it was to have Hank inside him finally!  The spot he hit every time he thrust in made him see stars of pleasure.  At this rate, Peter could feel the feelings in his loins creeping up inside of him, rising to the point where he could take no more.  Screaming again, he felt his world light on fire with Hank inside him, the center of that bright conflagration.

Clenching down on the member inside Peter with a might he didn’t know he was using sent Hank over the edge.  Hank fell over Peter and pumped into him and sucked on his shoulder as he came violently inside him.

Sated, they both lay unable to move for a while.  Once they could, Hank rolled off of Peter and moved to snuggle into the covers of their neatly made bed.  He moaned and sighed as he moved.  “Come to bed, you sexy X-Man.”

Peter looked up at him and smiled, crawling in beside him and extending his arms for the smaller man to curl up inside.  Colossus was so warm whenever Hank hugged him.  It was one of the things he loved about sleeping with the man.  He also served well as a pillow, but most of all, the thing Hank loved about sleeping with Colossus was that he made him feel protected from the world.  He was protected from Storm, he was protected from people who would want to harm him, and he was protected from the depression of his life.  Peter Rasputin made it all better.

Peter drank in Hank’s presence against his chest.  He loved the way his round head rested on his chest when they were about to go to bed.  Peter loved to indulge in his Hank; the smell of him, the feel of his soft smooth skin, the feel of his long hair, especially when he would let it down.  These were his treasures and no one was going to take them away from him.

 

The End

 

 

 

Note** “Khaki” in Russian means “shit.”