Writer: Sabaku No Kel
Fandom: Hellboy
Pairing: Hellboy x John Myers
Title: Wet
Words: 1588
Rating: Overall rating M (This chapter T for naughty bits)
Warning: Masturbation, sexual (day)dream
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or it's characters and do not make any money out of writing this.
AN1: Hello lovelies! I have a lot to rant about but for those of you who aren't interested in the mess that is my life I've decided to whine at the bottom of the page. Enjoy the fic!
000 Wet 000
A slam of the door followed by a click of the lights revealed to John his new living quarters. The newest addition to the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence had been given a standard issue four room 'apartment' with living room, kitchen, bedroom and adjoining bathroom, more space than he needed but he wasn't one to turn down a good offer when he got one.
The living room was a bland grey colour but at least it was a lot more spacious than his bunk back at Quantico for which he was grateful. It would be a nice change not having to share a small space with at least three other agents in training, he could do with some privacy again after all those years.
For you see the moment he had set foot on BPRD ground he had known something shocking and life changing was going to happen to him today, call it a hunch but he had never been wrong about these sort of things before and he hadn't been wrong today either.
It wasn't meeting Abe that had shocked him to the point of staring though, it wasn't the Professor and his little history lesson that had made him question everything he had ever known to be true either, it was his reason for employment, Hellboy. Yes,
the Hellboy, comic book hero extraordinaire and best paranormal investigator to ever walk the earth
Hellboy.
He still remembered the first comic book he'd ever read at the tender age of ten, it was a Hellboy comic, of course, and his uncle had given it to him after he had gotten through the stitches he had needed for the cut on his chin without shedding a single tear. He became quite the collector after that and even as he grew from a little kid into a young teenager he still bought and read every last issue of his favourite comic almost religiously.
Everything changed one night not too long after he had turned fifteen though, the night he had his first 'wet dream'. He didn't know what had triggered the fantasy, maybe it was the thoughts of the last adventure he had read and re-read right before going to bed still tumbling through his mind or maybe it was the many Hellboy posters in his room. Whatever had inspired the dream didn't really matter anymore the moment the scene in his imagination shifted from crossing the warm dessert with his hero as the demon's young sidekick to them taking a break in an oasis that had popped up out of nowhere.
There had been some talking and laughing and then
boom all of a sudden they were taking their clothes off and stepping into the water together, very much naked. He hadn't thought much of it until dream Hellboy had pulled him to him, wet naked skin touching in all the right places and had kissed the life out of him. One thing led to another and seemingly mere moments later his hero was jerking him off, of course as a young hormone ridden teenager he hadn't lasted long but he was somehow left feeling quite unsatisfied as he woke up again in his own bed, seed wetting the material of his boxers and the demon's name still on his lips.
The dreams became a regular thing after that, occurring way too often at first before slowly fading away to an occasional visit as he took off for collage. It had been years since he last had a midnight fantasy about his childhood hero but he had a feeling he was going to experience one that very night after seeing the demon in the flesh, not to mention standing half naked before him.
Just the memory of his hero's prefect physique was enough to turn him on now that he was in the privacy of his own rooms and didn't have to put his thoughts on lock down any longer. Adrenaline from his first mission was still rushing through him as he made his way to his bedroom, attempting to take off at least some of his clothes in the process of walking as his need became apparent.
It was all coming back to him now, every dream staring his hero he had ever had was making an appearance in his thoughts, every little blurred detail only reinforced by the demon's image. Hellboy's deep rumbling voice, those burning golden eyes, simply everything about him lit a fire of lust inside of him he wasn't sure he could put out for a second time, not with the object of his desire so very close and very touchable.
After some stumbling to free his legs from his pants he graciously collapsed on his bed. His heart was beating frantically and his breathing was already harsh and laboured but he hardly cared as he turned on the small lamp on his bedside drawer with one hand whilst his other slowly trailed down the exposed flesh of his stomach. He caressed the skin there briefly, fingers digging into the still developing muscles located there before moving on lower to where his cock was starting to tent in his boxers.
John let his fingers lightly graze over the head of his erection, bringing forth a small gasp from his lips as well as a blush to his cheeks. It had definitely been a while since he had released some stress through the means of masturbation but he had never been this
sensitive before, had he? He lightly stroked himself through the material of his boxers and the action made him moan quite loudly. Definitely hadn't been this sensitive to the touch the last time he checked, that had to have something to do with meeting his walking wet dream, it was the only logical explanation.
He groaned as his mind conjured up the image of a half naked Hellboy, thoughts shifting back and forth between his meeting with the real one and the dream scene in the oasis. The real deal won out in the end though, simply because his fantasies couldn't compare to every little detail his hero possessed that made him who he was. The agent slipped off his boxers and grasped his erection again, imagining his hand to be made of stone instead of the soft material of his own skin as he started a slow but steady rhythm of stroking himself to completion.
Every slide of his hand brought him closer to the edge but he didn't want to tumble over just yet, he wanted to immerse himself in memorised fantasies as well as memorised realities to bring himself to climax. He focused on the events of that evening, from meeting Hellboy for the first time to his first mission as his hero's unofficial sidekick, holding on to the rush of adrenaline both scenes provided as he stroked a little faster.
He envisioned that naked chest and way too tight shorts the demon was wearing when they first met again, pretending his hero was there with him and was slowly removing his last article of clothing for him. John groaned at the almost too real sound of clothes rustling and hitting the floor softly, glad his imagination had always been quite good at conjuring up things that weren't really there during his time of need. Hellboy smirked in his mind and he had to grasp the base of his cock a little too tightly to prevent an early end, the sexy image almost too much for him to handle whilst being so close to orgasm.
John realized he was quickly falling into another obsession about his hero as he let his hand continue its stroking motions after he had deemed it safe to move again. He couldn't help himself though, his fascination with the comic book character had never fully faded but now that he knew his oldest crush was real and practically his partner he simply couldn't stop thinking about him, not even for a second.
This could jeopardize his entire career, not to mention take away his dream job but something inside of him was preventing him from doing anything about it, was actually
encouraging him to keep going. His hand sped up and he could feel the familiar tell tale signs of his climax setting on fast as he gave in to the sensations racking his body and dream images controlling his mind.
He came with a shout and spilled in his hand, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him and wipe his worries away, at least for a few seconds. He came down from his high all too quickly through, simply lying in his bed and panting wildly as his erection slowly faded. As soon as he could think clearly once again he realized what he had done and the feelings of regret and dread came upon him nearly instantaneous.
How was he going to look his partner in the eye again after this? Sure he'd had fantasies about Hellboy before but that was before he knew the demon even existed, willingly jerking off to the image of someone who was only supposed to be his charge was just wrong on a whole different level.
John groaned in misery as just the thought of how awkward meeting with his hero was going to be in the foreseeable future made him want to curl up in a ball and never leave his big, empty apartment again. He was so
screwed it wasn't even funny.
000 Wet 000
AN2: So… this week was nothing short of awful for me. Not only did school suck major balls but my computer got a virus that completely killed it (luckily I back up regularly so I was able to safe most of my stuff), my account on Adutfanfiction got deleted (because I wasn't 18 yet when I registered there) so I had to re-upload all my fics. Shitty thing is I lost all my reviews I saved them all in my mailbox though so in some way I'll always have them with me! Then today at work I accidentally snipped the top of my finger (thumb, left hand) off with the cutters we use to cut bouquets. My boss had to drive me to the emergency room and now I can't work for 5 days because the wound has to stay dry and clean. All in all a lot of bad things happened to me, let's hope next week's better cause I could surely use a break right about now. See you all next week and I hope your week was better than mine!
~~~Read long and prosper,
Sabaku No Kel~~~
