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Robert nursed a glass of whiskey, his second of the night. He leaned against a wall, watching his team dance around and chat together. Alice and Zahir were singing on stage; Courtney, Malevola, and Victor were playing poker with a handful of others; Colm and Janelle were flirting over hard liquor; Herman was nowhere to be found. He was probably outside with Bruno.

He scratched the tip of his nose and leaned his head back against the wall. He took a swig of his drink, grimaced, then finished it.

“Drink! Drink! Drink” The familiar voices of about half of the Z-Team rang through the building, and he didn’t realize that he’d zoned out until he saw Zahir and Alice taking shot after shot. He squeezed through the crowded bar to join the swarm of people chanting, and he was just drunk enough to join them after a moment’s hesitation.

Zahir slammed the last glass down at nearly the same time as Alice, gasping loudly and wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. The pair yelled with each other about something or other, and the woman went to find the bartender.

The music was turned up a little, and she slid up to Robert with an extra cocktail. “Mr. Dispatcher, have some fun!” She moved with the music absently, swaying to the beat and lip syncing. He took the drink, wincing at the burn but finishing it nonetheless.

Alice gave him a good-natured elbow to the ribs and caught him with her elbow. “Come dance, white boy!”

He stumbled behind her for a moment before adjusting to the speed. She stopped suddenly, raising her arms above her head and shaking her hips and stepping with him. “Come on Robbie, move,” she yelled. She grabbed his hands and put them on her hips.

He moved with her for a short while before leaning in to speak into her ear, “I’m getting a drink. Want another?” She nodded and patted his shoulder, and Malevola took his place to dance with her. He called the bartender and waited with his back against the counter to watch everyone around him.

He finally saw Herm, who was talking to Janelle, and they somehow seemed to be getting along. He glanced sideways and saw Zahir pinning another man against a wall and making out. A twinge of jealousy struck him, which he quickly dismissed. No point in that. He grabbed his drinks, and found his way back to Alice and Malevola.

“Drinks for the ladies,” he chuckled. They whooped, and Malevola smacked his ass. He jumped and spun on her, but she just laughed and flicked his shoulder with her tail.

“Trouble,” he shook his head and left to find Herm. He felt the need to make sure the younger man was okay. He wasn’t sitting with Janelle anymore, he noticed quickly, and he looked around quickly. He should’ve been easy to spot, so maybe he was in the bathroom. Robert was already on his way while he thought it, and instead found Herm in the hallway between the women’s and men’s rooms. He was sipping something occasionally and making a face every time.

“Oh! Sir—Boss, Robert. Having fun?” He seemed looser with the alcohol in his system, he wasn’t shaking or stuttering like a small animal, for one.

“What’s up, Herm? Why’re you over here?” He swished his drink forwards as he spoke, but quickly stiffened when it spilled over his hand a bit.

“Not noise— quiet. More quiet here.” A small smile flickered as Robert spilled, and he quickly reached over to clean him. Without any paper towels or rags, he reflexively leaned forwards to lick the alcohol from his hand. He froze a moment too late.

He let out an embarrassing squeak, “boss! I’m so, so sorry! I wanted— not to do that! Clean. Tried to help.” He shrunk in on himself nervously, but Robert only laughed.

“Get up, kid, it’s fine. Maybe a little weird, but you’re fine.” He patted the other man’s back twice. “You seriously need to chill. You smoke?”

Herman rubbed the back of his neck and answered tentatively, “like— like cigarettes? Or.. weed?” He whispered the last part like it was a secret, and Robert chuckled.

“It’s legal, Waterboy. And yes, weed, but I’m gonna assume you don’t based on that reaction. Feel free to join me, though.” He moved to the exit, looking back a few times to see if Herm was still following.

He leaned against the side wall of the bar, and Herm stood next to him awkwardly. Robert sparked a joint that he fished out of his wallet, taking a long puff and holding it to the other as he cleared his throat.

“Is it.. okay? If I use it?”

“Yeah, you know how?”

Herman shook his head shyly, and Robert slid down the wall to sit down.

“So you just inhale, take a deep breath through the joint. Not a big one though, like this,” he inhaled, pulled the joint away, and inhaled again without breathing out. He held it in for a second and slowly exhaled. A sharp cough shook him, and he hit his chest. “Only inhale a little bit on the first breath after breathing out the smoke, then breathe normally. You’ll cough, don’t freak out about it too much.”

A bead of sweat dripped down Herm’s face, or maybe it was just water. He shook off his hand and took the joint tenderly, inhaling as instructed and slowly blowing out the smoke. He handed it back as he started to choke a bit on the hot air and coughed.

Robert took another hit, “want another?” He angled it towards his friend.

Herm shook his head, “not.. not right away— right now. Maybe?” He took a deep breath, and reached for his boss’s offering hand. He tried again, and Robert put it out when he got it back.

“Feel okay, kid?”

“Yeah. Yeah, feeling okay. Good, even.”

“You wanna go back inside?”

“Yeah. Sure, okay,” Herm said while staring off into the distance. He stumbled a bit when he stepped away from the wall, and caught himself on the opposite building. Robert got up with a groan, and grabbed Herm’s arm.

“Come on, man.”

They eventually found their way to a table with an irritated looking Zahir, who was circling the top of a half-empty glass.

“What’s up, man?” Robert slung an arm around his shoulders lazily.

“None of your business Mechabitch,” he spat, though it wasn’t nearly as aggressive as it used to be. “The guy I was talking to has a fucking girlfriend.”

“Ouch.”

“Real helpful.”

Herm was lying head first on the table, arms spread in front of him, “Boss, sir, is this usual—normal? Fuzzy.”

“Yeah, Herm, that’s normal. Me too. You doing good?”

“Oh, yeah,” he offered a thumbs up.

Zahir scoffed, but a smile played on his lips anyways. “The fuck did you give him?”

“He’s a little stoned,” Robert sat down heavily.

“And you didn’t offer some to a good friend of yours?” He grinned, taking a long gulp of his drink.

“Heyyy, ladies!” Alice grabbed Zahir by the shoulders and leaned over the table with a drunken smirk. “Is he good?”

A muffled “yeah” came from Herman.

“Alright, then! C’mon, baby, let’s dance!” She yelled into Zahir’s ear, and they sauntered away together, already moving with each other.

Colm and Janelle sat down mere moments later with a deck of cards. “Play a game with us,” the woman ordered.

“Low stakes,” Colm clarified for her. “She’s been dyin’ to play all evenin’.”

“Sure,” Robert nodded. “Herm? You wanna play?”

The wet superhero looked up from the table with a wobbly smile, “why not?”

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Robert was about twenty dollars richer after a few rounds, and more of his team had joined in. Besides that, the Waterboy seemed to be nearly dry and almost completely relaxed. His shoulders weren’t tensed up to his ears, and he was even humming to the music while he played. He wasn’t even good at the game, and he seemed fine.

Bruno, Alice, and Zahir were the only ones not watching or participating. The construct of mud and metal was, fittingly, listening to some metal outside while the other two were singing as badly as either of them could. This was only an insult when Zahir opened his mouth.

Robert got up suddenly, “gonna take a leak,” he explained. He pushed his way through the thinning crowd, towards the bathrooms. He finished as quickly as possible, eager to get out of the grimy place, and walked headfirst into someone’s chest. That someone, he realized as he looked up, was a very embarrassed Herm.

“S-sorry, sir! I just needed to use, um, the bathroom,” he yelped, and dove for the nearest stall.

Robert had never been accused of being a nice man, not that he would’ve been sober enough to care anyway. He opened the door and shut it, as if he’d left, and waited with his back against the wall. There’s no way Herm should be so embarrassed about just using the bathroom.

He heard the man unzip, and then a softer sound, like rubbing? It only took a few seconds for him to register what was happening, and his thoughts were confirmed when he heard a low groan. He bit his lip. After about two seconds of thought, he knocked on the stall door. He practically heard Herm freeze.

“Need some help?” If he was wrong, he was so fucked.

The door’s lock twisted without a word.

Robert pushed in to see Herm with his suit unzipped and a hand trying to cover his dick. His other hand’s thumb was caught in his teeth, and he was looking towards the wall beside Robert’s face.

He turned back to his coworker, friend, when he fell to his knees. Robert grabbed his wrist gently, “let me.”

Herm nodded, throat dry for what was probably the first time in his life. He whined quietly when he grabbed his dick, dragging his fingers up the shaft towards the head. He looked up at Herm’s face, who was chewing on his lip and gripping his arms roughly.

“You’re bigger than I am,” he whispered to himself.

Robert was close enough to put his mouth on the end, but he felt like teasing. He breathed with an open mouth, letting the humid air hit his skin while he slowly stroked the length. Herm whimpered and screwed his eyes shut.

“Sir…” he whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?” He stopped stroking altogether, but left his hand loosely caressing the underside of his dick in a small circle.

“Can I— can you.. use your mouth?”

“That’s right, use your words.”

Herm’s dick twitched at the praise, and Robert licked the slit gently. He backed away slightly to lick his lips, then took the head. He swirled his tongue around the tip a few times, continuing to stroke his length as he did.

He pushed farther down, and Herm grabbed at his hair, trying to be gentle. Robert bobbed up and down slowly, he let his mouth hang open to rub the underside of his dick with his tongue.

Herm was panting heavily now, “please, please, sir, please. I need it s-so bad.” His hips bucked, and Robert choked. Instead of pulling off like he expected, his boss took him deeper.

Taking it as encouragement, Herm pulled Robert’s head down experimentally. He gagged, but hummed afterwards. Herm started, gently, to thrust into his throat. He tried to keep it slow, but, “Robert, I’m— I’m gonna—!” And he started to pound into the man in front of him.

His eyes rolled up as he came down Robert’s throat, letting out a long moan. The other man tried his best to swallow, only letting a small drop escape, which he wiped with a finger then sucked on.

He stood up, and leaned forwards to whisper in Herm’s ear, “we should do that again sometime, hm?”

He nodded feverishly, then shook his head as if snapping out of a daze, and put himself away. He zipped his suit back up, “yeah. Again.”

The pair left the bathroom, and knowing looks were exchanged through the team.

“So, you gonna share the details or should we make them up ourselves,” Courtney asked. She was taking up two chairs, sitting in one with her legs resting on the other.

“Maybe we could recreate the whole thing,” she laughed.

Robert, not at all in his right mind, loudly answered, “I don’t think so, I’m more of a getting fucked guy.” He immediately regretted his word choice—scratch that, he regretted the entire sentence.

“None of you heard that.”

“I totally did and I’d be happy to take you up on that,” that was Victor. “Come here, or something.”

“Take him out to dinner first!” Colm howled, slapping his knee. “Animals, the lot of ya.”

Victor shrugged, “offer’s still up.”

“Somebody get me a shot and we’ll see,” Robert joked. Might as well give in to the attention.

A minute later, Alice strolled up to him with two shots. He somehow didn’t think anyone was going to actually bring him one, but he threw them back regardless. He grimaced at the bitterness, then got up.

“I’ll be true to my word, Sonar. What did you want, again?”

The hybrid spread his legs slightly and patted his lap.

“Last call!” A loud yell came from the bar. The group shared a collective groan, knowing that they’d have to leave soon.

“Mine? I have drinks, probably.”

The team stared at Robert, and someone said “willingly?” but he wasn’t sure who.

“Sure, why not? I even have some furniture now.”

Malevola pulled her sword up from beside her, “let’s go get Bruno, guys.”

The entire team left the building, not a single one of them bothering to pay, and disappeared through a portal into Robert’s flat.

The place was still bare, besides the lamps, but he now had a few stools next to the bar, a coffee table, a small bed, and even a carpet. A few empty beer cans and an open bag of chips  decorated the coffee table, and Beef’s bed lay empty because Chase missed him.

Malevola was digging through his fridge for beer, and Zahir was looking through cupboards for anything else.

Most of the group was trying to sit on the couch and were yelling at each other about who got there first. Courtney, of course, went for his bed. Victor joined her after a moment. Herman stood near the door like he expected to be told to leave. Robert waved him over.

“It’s okay, kid. I don’t care if you get things wet. That is what you’re worried about, right?”

“Well, uh, that and.. earlier. Are we still frie— okay?”

“I’d say we’re more than okay,” Robert murmured close to his ear.

Herm flushed at that, then reddened even more when he thought about the implications. He really wanted to fuck Robert’s throat again, or bend him over his desk and have him there, or maybe even— woah. Okay. He fanned his face, and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Rob, you got a promise to uphold,” Victor shouted from his own bed.

“I didn’t think you were serious,” he said, patting Herm’s shoulder before he sat next to the bat.

He’d barely even hit the mattress before he was scooped up and dropped into Victor’s lap, “I’m always serious. And don’t you wanna be good?” It was so obviously a joke, but Robert couldn’t help the thought that maybe it was a little bit hot?

Victor grabbed him through his pants suddenly, and he shuddered. He slapped a hand over his mouth when he rolled his palm over his rapidly growing boner.

“Is Robbie hard?” Courtney cooed.

“He is,” Victor squeezed him gently, and Robert moaned.

The rest of the team stopped talking and looked over at the sound. “Ooh, baby, that’s what I’m talking about. Let me get in on that!”

Alice sat on Victor’s other side, and grabbed his shoulders to lean him towards herself. She rubbed her thumb over his lips, and put them in his mouth. He started sucking without much thought, it was a little hard to think when he was basically getting a handjob.

Victor unbuckled his belt, and he heard a Herman-esque whine from in front of him. On the floor, there he was, kneeling with his forehead against the bed. Zahir, of all people, was the next to join the crowded bed. He lifted Herm by the hips and set him on his lap.

He unzipped Herm’s suit partially and slid a hand down his side, “not wearing anything under here, wetwipe?” He whispered something into his ear that Robert couldn’t hear, and he didn’t see the reaction either because Alice pulled him into a wet kiss.

His pants were pulled off, and Victor was now rubbing him through only the thin fabric of his boxers. He gasped into Alice’s mouth when his underwear were taken off, too. She pulled him up by the neck and sucked on it, nipping occasionally.

A big hand started to stroke his dick slowly, stopped, he heard the sound of Victor spitting, then his hand was back on him. The wet slide, paired with his entire team ogling, was almost enough to make him cum right there. Thankfully he didn’t, but he was maybe learning something about himself.

Alice ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as she kept kissing his body. He looked to the couch briefly, seeing Courtney (when did she get up?) and Malevola making out loudly. Her jacket was on the floor, and so were Mal’s shorts. Her body suit was undone at the bottom, and Courtney was playing with her thong.

Bruno was sitting at the side idly, crunching on a beer can. Colm and Janelle were on the floor nearby, she was pinning him to the floor with a knife against his throat. He would’ve been more concerned if this was anyone else, but— Victor’s fingers prodded at his ass.

He was immediately done observing, “hey, what are you doing?”

“You said you’re ‘more of a getting fucked kind of guy,’ so I’m gonna fuck you.”