Beep!
There were days when Tech E. Coyote seriously considered hanging up his uniform and walking away from the Loonatics. Somewhere else, he thought, there had to be another team of superheroes granted powers by that freak meteor. It was just too improbable that they had been the only ones. And any other team of heroes would have to have a less grating collection of personalities.
If it wasn't Ace with his cocky attitude and his smug know-it-all grin, which he used to disguise the fact that he really wasn't all that bright, it was Lexi with the planet-sized chip on her shoulder about being the only female on the team, pushing too hard to prove herself and challenging everyone else on the team. Except Ace, to whom she simpered and pandered, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was playing up the stereotypical female part to the one guy on the team who clearly was gender-biased. Then there was Danger Duck, or Duckinator, or whatever he was choosing to call himself that hour, cartoonishly obsessed with his appearance and status. He should have been the leader of the team, with his power set, unpredictable though it was, and it was a testament to how incompetent he was that someone like Ace with eye beams--eye beams, for crying out loud!--was the clear choice as team leader. And if Tech had to pick up one more piece of dirty laundry or pizza crust from Slam Tasmanian's filthy habits, he was going to find the devil and shove it down the nearest available orifice.
And then there was Rev.
Two weeks and three days ago, they'd been alone on duty together, and the roadrunner had come on to him, and out of surprise, general horniness, and, yes, he could admit it, a little bit of attraction, Tech had responded. They'd had a nice time, nothing too serious, and had parted ways with a casual promise to get together again sometime. It had taken Tech all of two days to work up to his previous level of horniness, but longer for him to work up the nerve to try to do something about it. What if Rev had changed his mind? What if Tech hadn't been all that good? He hadn't had a guy in his mouth in a long time, and he might not have been. He replayed the details of their encounter obsessively in his mind, remembering each word and gesture and searching for any clue that Rev might have been disappointed. He'd been unable to find any.
Of course, he'd been unable to find any clues that the roadrunner was seeking him out, either. Rev lounged around the base with the same casual flair he always had, bantering with the others and giving no indication that he even remembered what he and Tech had done...well, okay, there were some. More than once, Tech had caught Rev's eye across a room and had gotten what he thought was a smile. But if it was a smile, then why wasn't Rev pushing to get him alone more often?
More and more he was wondering if giving in had been a mistake. It had at least changed his behavior around Rev, and the fact that the roadrunner's behavior hadn't changed much was making him even more self-conscious.
And now, today, the first time they'd been scheduled to be alone at the base, Duck had done something to his flyer and insisted that it needed to be fixed that afternoon.
"I'll do it tonight," Tech said, trying to get Rev's attention. The roadrunner was fiddling with a little handheld game, his fingers a blur as he worked the buttons. It was a game Tech had designed for him, one that could withstand and even make use of the roadrunner's enhanced speed. Now he wished that he'd made it a little less absorbing, or at least had included an override that he could program with a message, like "Look up!" "And how exthactly will that get me to the show this afternoon, pray tell? Are you going to build a time machine into it? Why can't you fix it now? You have nothing better to do."
So not true, Tech thought, looking desperately again at Rev. "You don't set my schedule. Ace does."
"Ace says you should fix my flyer. You want me to call him?"
If Duck was willing to call Ace and admit to his authority, then he must be really sure he'd be backed up. "Fine," Tech said. "Give it here."
"I don't know what the big deal is Tech you fix everything else in five minutes and I'm sure you want to get Duck out of here as much as I do," Rev said without looking up from the game.
"Thhhanks," Duck said sarcastically over his shoulder.
"I can't just fix this in five minutes," Tech said. "His powers have upset the balance between the gyrostabilizers and the impulse mechanism. I could fix it temporarily, sure, but I don't know when it might go out again. In order to really fix it, I need him around to do some power demonstration so I can take some readings."
"Better make sure your instruments are set to go as high as I can," Duck said. "I don't want to have to pull any punches."
"I hope you're not planning to lob any of your gooballs around here that could really foul things up no pun intended of course why don't you go down to the danger room or something?"
"Hey!" Tech's ears perked up. "Yeah! I mean, it'd be safer down there and I can set the instruments to record the data I need. They're already set to record certain events, it would just take a little modification." He was already visualizing the modifications in his head. "Yeah, I can do that. Come on, Duck. Rev, I'll be right back."
"Whatever," the roadrunner said, absorbed in his game.
It took him only five minutes to make that modification. He knew he should test it out, but he was so anxious to get upstairs again that he told Duck, "Now, just Quack around inside the danger room for about ten minutes. Then throw your eggs around for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?"
"Yeah, I uh, need data on them going in different directions and at different targets. Then, uh, finish up by combining in rapid succession, like teleport and throw an egg and teleport and so on, like that. Got it?"
"Yeah, sure." Duck shrugged. "Can I run a program while I'm doing this so I have something to throw at?"
"You shouldn't. I need baseline data for each of the powers and information on their interaction, and if you're running a program, you'd be tempted to use something else."
"This is going to be so boring!" Duck folded his arms. "Why don't you just write me a new program?"
Because I'm so goddamn horny that I want to punch you just so I can end this conversation and go back upstairs. "Because I...it...oh, fine."
That took another ten minutes. Tech coded the program to start five minutes hence, then changed it to ten, eager to get a few extra minutes with the roadrunner. "I'm going back upstairs to monitor the readings," he said. "The program'll start in a few minutes. Just wait 'til then, and remember what I told you."
"I got it," Duck said, as though Tech had tried to remind him how to put his pants on. "Eggs, then quack, then everything."
He'd gotten the order wrong, but it didn't matter as long as he only did one thing at a time. "Yeah, great," Tech said, and ran for the elevator.
But when he got back upstairs, Rev was gone. "Rev?" he said, looking around the control room and poking his head into the adjoining spaces. His voice echoed back from the metallic walls and died into the constant background buzz of machinery. On his way back from the adjoining room, he noticed that the balcony door was open. The roadrunner must have flown away somewhere.
"Well, that's just great." He stood and stared at the open door, and then walked out to the balcony to see if he could figure out where Rev had gone. Of course, he had a locator on all the Loonatics in his system, but he didn't feel like using that. It felt too much like spying, and if Rev didn't want to hang around with him, then he didn't want to be some kind of creepy stalker teammate. It was just frustrating, was all.
He walked back in and saw the row of red lights blinking on his console before he remembered that he'd forgotten to turn on the monitoring in the danger room. "Dammit!" he cursed, running over to hit the right switches. Duck had been teleporting already, but he thought he would still have enough data. "Hey, Duck," he called through the danger room speakers, "just add a few minutes of teleporting to the end of the other stuff I told you, okay?"
"Roger." For once, Duck replied without sarcasm or annoyance. Must be tired from all the teleporting.
Normally, Tech loved nothing more than to watch data roll in, but the numbers flashed meaninglessly across his screen as he stared through them, getting more and more depressed. Surely Rev couldn't have thought that he didn't want to be alone, that he'd wanted to keep Duck here? He'd made those comments, had leapt at the idea of the danger room, had gotten them twenty-five minutes alone, which should be plenty, and...
He heard the flutter of wings, and felt the air shift behind him. A hand reached under his tail to goose him, and a familiar voice said, "Beep beep."
He jumped and turned, and saw Rev grinning at him a few feet away. "Hey," he said, unable to suppress his own grin. "Cameras are still on."
"Well lights out time I'd say then huh whaddya say pal?" Rev cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, and Tech swiped at the camera panel and felt the wild surge of his magnetism pull against more things than he intended, plunging the entire room into darkness except for the blinking red glows of the instrument panel and readout.
"Sorry," he said, reaching out toward the roadrunner-shaped shadow beside the panel. His fingers closed around feathers, and he felt the brush of a beak near his ear, and heard a low chuckle.
"Not quite what I had in mind but it'll do here open up."
"Huh?" he said, as a rich, sweet aroma filled his nostrils. He opened his mouth and two fingers gently placed a small square on his tongue. "Mmm? Mmm."
Beside his ear, the sound of Rev chewing. "Lemon raspberry that's your favorite right mine's caramel I got a little bored and just ran out to get a couple things cause I was feeling a little hungry and there's this little snack shop with great candies and it's only a few hundred miles away so I thought what the heck--"
Tech savored the lemon raspberry candy, the smooth, delicious flavor almost as delightful as the fact that Rev had remembered. He turned during the roadrunner's speech and grabbed the back of Rev's feathered head, impulsively pressing his muzzle to the bird's beak.
Rev stiffened in surprise and then returned the kiss. His beak wasn't as hard as Tech would have thought; it had some pliability to it, enough to meet his muzzle. He tasted sweet and sticky over his sharp, arid scent, and pressed himself up against Tech, wrapping his slender arms around the coyote's body and pushing his hip into Tech's already-hard sheath.
Tech could wrap his whole arm around the roadrunner and still place his paw on his own side, and he did, holding the bird against him tightly. He felt feathery hands sliding along the lycra of his uniform and then down to his belt, and he chuckled as fingers slipped through to his fur, breaking the kiss to whisper into the dark, "So you do like me."
"Sure Tech why would you think I didn't after last time?" The whisper came back to him as Rev lifted his shirt and pushed through the fur on his back.
"I guess I was just eager to get together again." He squirmed as Rev's hands lifted his shirt further, and moved to the roadrunner's belt, wedging his paw down between them and unfastening the clasp. He could feel Rev's hardness matching his own now, hot even through the uniforms, and though he'd intended just to brush the roadrunner's soft feathers, his paw moved downward as of its own volition, inside the pants, brushing fur along the taut length.
Rev sucked in his breath. "Yeah I see that now or feel it rather you are really hot..." He trailed off in a soft chirp as Tech gave him a squeeze, fingers tight around the long shaft.
"Quiet," Tech whispered with a grin, "or I'll have to find something to stuff in that beak."
"Aw Tech you don't have to find something for me I think I got a pretty good idea where to go look." Delicate fingers brushed around his hips and lowered his pants, and caught his erection before it had a chance to spring free. He shivered at the soft touch and felt the ruffle of Rev's feathers move as he exhaled.
"Yeah, you do," he said.
Rev's topknot, even more red in the instrument lights, swayed gently. "You really want that cause it freaks some guys out but I promise it won't hurt I had a little practice."
It took Tech a minute to drag his mind back from the beautiful tickling going on up and down his shaft to focus on what Rev was saying. "Uh, well, I was kinda just kidding, but...um..." The thought was turning him on, no question. "Yeah. Sure."
The roadrunner brushed his beak against Tech's muzzle. "No sweat."
He dropped to his knees and pushed the coyote back against the panel, trapping his tail between his bare rump and the glossy metal. His fingers remained wrapped around Tech's length, sliding down to the base and squeezing there. The coyote gasped. "No, uh, vibrating with the beak now..."
He heard a soft chuckle and saw red feathers wiggle. "C'mon pal I told you I know what I'm doing you trust me right?"
"I, uh, oh god yes," he moaned as a feather-light tongue brushed across his tip and he felt the warmth and firm pliability of Rev's beak close around him. The roadrunner just held him steady while his tongue did all the work, rubbing and flicking quickly along the tip of the coyote's shaft. Warm breath enfolded him as the tongue licked faster and faster, and Tech had to brace himself with both paws against the instrument panel, trying in vain to grip the metal. His hips pressed forward into Rev as the roadrunner started to slide his beak very gently up and down, allowing his tongue more play.
Tech closed his eyes and tried to keep quiet, but couldn't help moaning again when he felt another hand slip under his sac to cup his balls, lifting and rolling them, fingers sliding through his soft fur and then up behind his sac. He spread his legs to give Rev's hand better access, knowing where it was going, whimpering when it arrived at the tight hole under his tail and played there. His trapped tail tried to arch, and had to settle for brushing up against Rev's wrist as his fingers started to press there in time with his beak's movements.
Clattering sounded around the room, and a couple loose bolts struck Tech's paws and stayed there. Rev stopped and looked up, but didn't say anything. "It's okay," Tech gasped. "Please..."
"Mmm." It was the shortest sound he'd ever heard the roadrunner make, and it made him happy to know that Rev was enjoying this as much as he was. Well, maybe not as much. He felt like his loins were on fire, as though the heat building there could melt right through the metal behind him if he were turned around, and his breath was coming quicker and faster.
And why, a distant part of his brain wondered, does it matter so much that Rev enjoys it?
Shut up, he told himself, and focus on enjoying it yourself.
The first was more problematic than the second. He squirmed happily, aware that Rev was drawing out the experience and loving every moment of it. The roadrunner's tongue brought more heat to him, pushing it down into his legs and up into his belly, until he moaned again and felt his knees buckle. "Only got...fifteen minutes..." he managed to pant out.
Rev kept his fingers pressed tightly against Tech's tail hole, and lifted his beak from the now-dripping shaft. "Five for you five for me five to clean up works okay for me," he said, and dove right back to it, licking drops of pre from Tech as the coyote struggled to hold back a howl.
He tried counting in his head, but kept uncharacteristically missing numbers and losing count of the seconds, and when Rev thrust forward and got Tech's shaft rubbing against the base of his tongue, slurping while his topknot brushed the coyote's stomach fur, all the numbers he'd ever known flew right out of Tech's head. He could hear himself making a series of low, moaning barks, and could feel acutely every touch on his sensitive member, from Rev's beak closed gently around the base to the slick surface of the tongue rubbing hot passion into his tip, and his toes and tail were curling, and he thought he felt Rev's finger actually press into him, but he wasn't certain because everything in his body was firing all at once, his knees buckling and muzzle yelping his pleasure as his shaft trembled, convulsed, and emptied him into Rev's waiting mouth.
He thrust forward, away from the panel and into the roadrunner's beak, gasping and bracing himself so he didn't just collapse to the floor. The climax seemed to go on and on, his body jerking tightly forward, until the last few spurts dribbled from him and all the energy left him all at once feeling warm and gooey. His knees did buckle then, dropping him partway to the floor before he recovered his balance and pushed himself upright.
He heard a couple soft smacks of Rev's beak, and glanced down to see the roadrunner's grin in red highlights. "You taste pretty good there pal sure hope the mikes were off cause you were pretty loud too."
"Was I?" He still felt dizzy. "Yeah, they're off...part of that panel there." Bolts dropped from his paw as he gestured toward the panel he'd shut off earlier. "Kills...light and sound...whoof." Talking was too much effort; he was still panting from his release.
Rev stood up, his grin very close to Tech's muzzle. "You are awful cute when you come you know that?" he whispered.
Tech felt his ears flicking self-consciously as he rubbed his muzzle against Rev's beak. "You can see it...anytime you want."
"Might take you up on that sometime but for now I think we only got about ten minutes left right?"
"Oh. Yeah. Give me...a second here." He rubbed a paw up and down Rev's slender neck to his chest, down his uniform to where his shirt remained lifted, through the feathers underneath. It took him a few more gulps of air to recover his breath, in which time his paw had drifted down to find a very hard erection. It felt good under his fingers, and Rev chirped in his ear when he stroked and squeezed it, so he kept doing it while he recovered a little more of his strength, until he felt ready to go on.
Dropping to his knees was easy. His arm wrapped nicely around Rev's waist while his other paw guided the hard, slender length into his warm muzzle. The taste was nicely familiar now, giving him the warm comfort of familiarity as he licked his way up and down, sliding his lips over the skin and thinking he should make the most of them, since Rev didn't have any himself.
A feathered hand rubbed behind his ears, and he heard the roadrunner's whispered patter, "That feels great Tech I love the way you do that thing with your tongue ohhhh yeah that one you're pretty good with that uhh ohh yeah I'm gonna try to keep it slow but no promises you're gettin' me pretty excited here..." True to his word, his muscles quivered with restraint, and his shaft was still pushing into Tech's muzzle and back out again fast, but nowhere near as fast as he was capable of. Tech pushed a paw up into the feathers covering the roadrunner's stomach and applied his tongue harder, rubbing and licking up the taste of him, his tail thumping the ground as he felt a different kind of warmth. Again, he wondered, why? Just doing a favor for a friend, right?
Before he had time to think about it, the room was lit with a flash of light, and the single least welcome voice in all of Acmetropolis was saying his name. "Hey, Tech, when you said 'add a--'"
Tech lifted his mouth and turned to his left. Duck's figure, lined in red, stared at them both for another second before he vanished with another flash.
"Shit." He looked up at Rev. The roadrunner's erection was already drooping in his paw.
"Well nobody can kill a mood like Duck I always say." Rev was still looking off at the space where Duck had been.
"Sorry," Tech said, staying on his knees. "I guess I killed the mike...he must have been trying to call from the danger room. Shit."
"Oh well it was bound to get out sooner or later I guess." Rev shrugged lightly.
"So...what now?" The warmth had fled. Tech felt a swelling sensation of shame in his chest, the feeling of being "found out" that he always dreaded, the feeling he got in grad school when one of his inventions didn't work, the feeling he got when his mother walked in on him in the kitchen after he'd dropped a dozen eggs on the floor, the feeling he'd worked his life to avoid.
Rev chuckled. "We got probably five more minutes so you can finish up there and then we just go about our business and if we have to talk to Duck we will."
"Finish..." Tech gaped up at the grinning beak, and realized that Rev was getting hard again.
"Sure why not you know Duck may be able to kill a mood but I'm pretty good at getting it back and it won't take too long and anyway you owe me one."
Tech looked warily at the space where Duck had been. "You sure?"
"Nah but I figure nothing worse can happen so I might as well get my blow job eh?"
"You know, that makes an odd kind of sense." Tech shook his head. What worse could happen? He licked Rev's member and then closed his lips around it again. Duck could fetch the whole team, but he would think Tech and Rev would have gotten dressed immediately. Besides which, he was much more likely to keep the information to himself until he figured out a way for it to be useful to him. And if Duck had to figure something out, that meant they had at least an hour.
Rev whispered down to him again, encouraging him as he started to slide his muzzle along the smooth, hard length, licking it and feeling the ripples in Rev's feathers as the bird twitched with every lick and stroke. Before long, he was thrusting again, and faster, and although Tech tried to hold the roadrunner's rear to slow him down, he pushed back against the coyote's paw with the same force he was pushing forward into the long muzzle.
Tech waited to hear the whispered, "Closer...closer," and grinned when he did. As Rev squawked and pushed hard into him, his hips a thrum of pleasure, Tech's tail wagged against the floor, and he closed his eyes to greet the warm splash on his tongue.
He helped Rev pull up his pants when he'd finished, and got his own uniform in order, and he'd just reached out to turn the lights back on when Rev surprised him by wrapping slender arms around him and poking a kiss at his muzzle. "Don't worry about Duck we'll handle him and anyway what are they gonna do if they do find out?"
"Kick us off the team?" He returned the embrace, reaching a paw down to stroke the roadrunner's tail feathers.
"That's okay we could just form our own super-team then and honestly y'know even if it weren't for the sex you'd be the guy I'd want to form my own super-team with Tech."
"Yeah," he whispered. "Same here."
"Just gonna go freshen up," Rev whispered. Tech flicked on the lights with a clench of his power, but the roadrunner was already gone.
"Oh, Tech," Duck called across the room. "Have you finished working on my power-assisted flying cape yet?"
Tech gritted his teeth. "Not yet," he growled. "It's a tricky design."
"How come he gets a flying cape?" Ace said. "I told you to work on the Scrambler the Ringmaster was usin'. We gotta figure out how that t'ing woiks."
"I know, Ace," Tech said. "I, uh, reached a dead end, and Duck's project sounded like..." He took a deep breath. "Fun."
Ace gave him a long look and then shrugged. "Okay, you're da whiz. Just don't let that slide."
"Oh," Duck said, "Tech's not letting anything slide. Is he, Rev?"
"I never know what you're talking about when you've been drinking," Rev said shortly.
"I have not been drinking, and I'd think you should be more polite to me!"
Duck's fists were clenched. Tech shot a warning glance to Rev and got a wink back, which Duck didn't see because Ace had stepped into his field of vision. "You have been actin' awful funny lately," he said to Duck.
"I've been acting funny?" He drew out the "I" for at least three full seconds. "I have been acting funny? Oh ho ho, if only you knew. I am far from the funniest member of this team. Far from it."
"Well," Ace said, "that's certainly true. I guess yer not drunk." He walked away, leaving Duck sputtering.
Tech bent back to his work, shaking his head. He heard Rev say, "I guess I gotta get out on patrol you ready Slam?" and heard the devil's answering growl. Though he didn't see anything, he felt the briefest touch of a beak on his whiskers and a hand on his tail, felt the breath of wind, and heard the whispered, "Beep!" as the roadrunner zipped by.
After that, even Duck coming to stare over his shoulder couldn't dim his smile.