Flaming Spider-Pants!

Flaming Spider-Pants!
By, E-307

Disclaimer: Spider-Man, Johnny Storm, and all related materials are property of Marvel Comics. I’m just borrowin’ ‘em for this fic. Enjoy.
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“Gonna need more of that…” Johnny Storm, also known as Fantastic Four member the Human Torch, comments to himself as he tosses an empty bottle of shampoo into the high tech garbage can that he dared not get to close to. He’d need to talk to Reed about installing things in his bathroom when he was out of the building. Shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, he walks towards the door. Clad in little more than a pair of loose blue pajama pants with little 4’s all over them, Johnny pauses in front of the mirror to look at himself. Smirking at his reflection, the torch runs a hand over his chest and abs.

“Still lookin’ good,” he says to himself before walking into his bedroom. Lights a flicked off as Johnny enters his room and heads right for the bed. He was just pulling the covers back when a soft tapping was heard. The hotheaded hero looks towards his door, shrugging when there’s no knock or electronic ring. The tapping comes again and Johnny looks up.

“Where the hell is that coming fr-woah!” he exclaims, jumping back in surprise. Johnny was definitely not excepting to see Spider-Man of all people clinging to the ledge outside his window. He takes a moment to regain his composure and takes another look at Spider-Man. Seeing that the web slinger seemed to want to come in, Johnny smirks and presses the button to open the window.

“What’s up, Web-Head?” Johnny asks, closing the window after Spider-Man enters. He watches the other hero slip down onto his bed and perch on the corner.

“Just came by to ask a favor, Johnny,” Spider-Man answers, turning on his perch as Johnny heads for the light switch. The fiery fantastic hero blinks as he notices this. Stopping before he reaches the switch, Johnny yawns. “What do ya need, Spider?” he ask.

Spider-Man sighs at first, mumbling something. Johnny arches an eyebrow and leans in, preparing to ask for that to be repeated but Spider-man cuts him off.

“I need to borrow a pair of pants,” he says. Johnny blinks and looks down at Spider-Man’s pants. Seeing nothing wrong he looks back up.

”Finally decide your costume looked too ridiculous to wear and wanna trade in for something more stylish?” he teases.

“Ha ha, Flame-brain,” Spidey rolls his eyes behind his mask. “Can I borrow a pair or do I need to hunt down Daredevil?”

“Why do ya need a pair? There’s nothing wrong with yours,” Johnny responds, wondering what was going on.

“I just do, alright? Do a favor for a friend here?” Spider-Man answers.

“C’mon. What happened? Sit in some paint? Get gum stuck on you?” Johnny smirks as he asks this, leaning to the side to try to see around his friend. Spider-Man quickly turns to keep himself facing Johnny. This is taken as a challenge. Johnny immediately begins trying to see behind Spider-Man. Each time, the masked man managed to turn or move just enough to prevent Johnny from seeing.

”Tell meeeeee…” Johnny whines still trying. This seemed to annoy Spider-Man enough to make him cave into the demand.

“Alright!” he says, perched on top of the corner of the bed. “Doc Ock tried breaking into a warehouse not too far from here. I showed up, we chatted, told him I was sorry for missing his birthday party, we tried to knock one another’s heads off…you know, the usual stuff,” he jokes.

“Ha ha, web head. Cut to the chase already,” Johnny says, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Torchy, even you’re a critic? Man, guess it really is true what they say,” Spider-man tries to buy himself some time, but holding up a hand when Johnny frowns. “Anyway…while we were dancing, one of Octo-butt’s tentacles snagged the back of my pants…and now I’m on display.”

Johnny remains quiet for a few moments, trying to decide if Spidey was being serious. Apparently deciding he was, the hothead bursts out in laughter.

“Oh, I have gotta see this!” Johnny declares through the laughs.

“No way! Back off flame-brain,” Spider-man warns the approaching blond. Johnny lunges and Spider-man dodges. And thus begins the chase, Johnny trying far more actively to get a hold of Spider-man and see the supposedly ripped pants. Each time, Spidey manages to escape capture. But in such a messy room and limited to keeping his back facing away form his friend at all times, it’s just a matter of time before Spider-Man slips up.

And an errant pair of sneakers causes just that. Spider sense tingling, the wall crawler is forced to choose between getting embarrassed and getting a concussion. He chooses to avoid head trauma and turns in the air to save himself. This move allows Johnny to perform a flying tackle that lands them both on the bed, with Spider-Man pinned under him face down.

Johnny, still laughing, pulls back enough to look down and see that he’s friend’s ass is exposed to the world through a large rip in those skintight blue tights. This causes the hothead to laugh even more, still managing to hold Spider-Man down despite the hero’s squirming.

“Let me up or I’m gonna have to hurt you, Torchy,” Spider-Man warns. This just brings a smirk to Johnny’s face and he decides to further mess with his friend.

”No way, Spider. Doc Ock put a rip in these skintight pants of yours, we gotta make sure he didn’t rip something else!” he laughs out, taking hold of the tights and heating up his hands. “And since you’re already out in the open, you won’t mind this!”

Spider-Man barely has time to question what Johnny’s talking about before he hears the ripping sound for the second time that night. Johnny continues to rip away at Spider-Man’s tights with a mischievous smirk on his face, using his powers to make breaking the material a lot easier.

“Johnny, what the hell are you doing?” Spider-Man asks, trying to get away.

“Just giving you a little check-up, web-head,” Johnny responds with a laugh. As he does, he actually reaches up and gives his friend’s backside a squeeze! This is more than Spider-Man will tolerate, putting his strength into bucking Johnny off of him. The masked hero doesn’t register the ripping sound, too focused on the ‘thwip!’ sound of his web shooters as he nails Johnny right in the face with a distracting web shot.

Spider-man lands a few steps away from the bed by the time Johnny burns the webs off. There’s a moment of silence before Johnny bursts into laughter again. In his hand, what was left of Spider-Man’s pants. From the waist down, Spider-Man was left naked not counting his boots. The masked man quickly tries to cover himself.

”Storm,” he just about growls.

”What’s the matter, Spider?” the Fantastic hero calls, waving the tattered tights teasingly. This brings another growl out of Spider-Man and he springs forward. Before the Human Torch even has a chance to resist, he’s sprawled on his naked backside as his pajama pants fly across the room. Blinking, he blushes as he hears Spider-Man’s laughter.

“Wow, Johnny! I didn’t think you were a natural blonde,” the spider themed hero taunts. Johnny covers himself with a baseball cap and glares at Spider-Man. The laughter lasts for a few moments before a fact settles into the brains of both men. They’re in a dark room and staring at one another’s poorly hidden cocks. The silence is awkward to say the least.

”So. How about those pants?” Spider-Man asks, rubbing the back of his masked head with the hand that wasn’t being used to keep him modest.

Young mister Storm blinks and then jumps. Ruffling his own hair, he stands as he pushes it back into place again.

”Yeah. Just keep your shirt on, Spider-butt,” Johnny says as he walks over to his closet. Spider-Man watches him go, stepping out of the way.

”Should have a pair in here that’ll fit you,” the torch goes on, opening the door to the big mess that was his closet. “Just, gimme a few minutes…” he trails off, bending down and digging into the pile of clothing and other assorted items.

As Johnny searches, Spider-Man looks down at what remains of his pants. Muttering something about sewing for weeks, he glances up. The eyes behind the mask scan around the room before settling on the wiggling backside of Johnny Storm. For a reason the man in the mask is unable to determine, he finds himself somewhat entranced. Vague thoughts of how good his friend’s ass appears enter Spider-Man’s mind. Just as he’s beginning to ask himself just how tight it might be inside Johnny’s butt, he’s rather surprised to find that his cock has risen to attention. Hard and sticking right out, Spider-Man’s cock is rather difficult to hide. But he tries anyway as Johnny turns around holding a pair of pajama pants covered in the A logo of the Avengers over his head triumphantly.

“Found ‘em!” the blond declares. He blinks a few times as he notices Spider-Man’s attempts to conceal an erection. As realization dawns on Johnny, an evil little smile spreads across his face. Despite that little voice in the back of his head that sounds far too much like his sister for Johnny to appreciate it warning him not to, the hothead decides to have some fun with this.

“Alright, hand ‘em over already, Johnny,” Spider-Man requests, holding out one hand for the pants. He feels the need to sigh as Johnny steps right past his outstretched fingers.

”Since you seem to have some kind of problem with your hand there, Spider, I better help you with these,” Johnny starts to joke. And before he can fight back, Spider-man finds Johnny knocking his hands out of the way and pulling at the tattered remains of his spider-pants. Just as Spider-Man gathers enough thoughts to protest, Johnny’s hand brushes against his hard on. A shiver runs up Spider-Man’s spine and he gasps.

“Sorry, Spider-man, didn’t hear you there,” Johnny laughs, pleased that Spider-Man doesn’t seem able to fight back. The hot headed fantastic hero continues to pull the torn pants away, making sure that his hands, arms, and even his hair when he crouches down brush against Spider-Man’s dick. The masked man is put at a loss for words, his breathing growing a little heavy as each little brush sends a pulse of pleasure through him. It’s enough so that he doesn’t resist when Johnny lifts his feet to pull of the tattered pants and start to put them through the new ones.

Johnny, meanwhile, is rather enjoying himself. He’s grinning, suppressing the laughter at his friend. He wishes he had a camera or some way of seeing Spider-Man’s face just for the expression. Something that occurs to him as he’s pulling his friend’s second leg into the pants is that he’s also rather hard. As Johnny’s hair brushes against the tip of Spider-Man’s length and the masked man lets out a gasp of pleasure, Johnny pauses.

“What the hell,” he mutters and drops the pants. Spider-Man jumps in surprise as the blond hero stands up and presses himself against him. The wall crawler lets out a little groan as Johnny’s cock presses into his own. A little shocked that Johnny was just as hard as he was, Spider-Man doesn’t do much more than flinch when Johnny reaches for his mask. There’s a pause and a reassuring smile from the blond along with a rock of the hips. Yet another pleasured gasp escapes from Spider-Man as the Human Torch lifts the mask just enough to expose his friend’s mouth. The blonde leans in and brushes his lips against Spidey’s.

“These pants aren’t free, ya know? I should get somethin’ outta this deal too,” Johnny whispers before closing that distance and kissing Spider-Man. The blonde hero slips his arms around the masked man, grabbing and squeezing his ass again. This causes Spider-Man to gasp, thus allowing Johnny’s tongue into his mouth.

Just as Spider-Man starts to respond to the kiss, Johnny starts walking them backwards. Before he knows it, Spider-Man finds himself on his back on Johnny’s bed with the fiery hero on top of him. And he’s still kissing him, swiveling his hips to grind their erections together. It’s not long at all before those hard cocks are slick with pre-cum.

“Sorry about the pants, Spider,” Johnny whispers when finally breaking the kiss.

“Don’t…worry about it,” Spider-Man breaths out, licking his lips and trying to get his head together enough to figure out just what is going on.

“Still gonna make up for it,” Johnny notes before sliding down Spider-Man’s body. The masked man shudders as the toned abs and chest of Johnny Storm rub over his erection. The question he plans to ask turns into a startled cry of pleasure as Johnny takes his cock into his mouth.

“Johnny!” Spider-Man cries out, looking down at the blonde. The hot headed hero just squeezes the Spider-Man’s spider-butt in response and starts to bob his head up and down. The masked hero groans in pleasure, head falling back onto the mattress as Johnny sucks his hard length.

The Torch just bobs up and down the length for several moments, pausing at the top. He circles the tip with his tongue before getting an idea. Pulling up until just the head of Spidey’s cock is still in his mouth, Johnny laps up the pre-cum. Then, just to make his friend squirm, Johnny starts licking the slit at the top before pressing his tongue in. And the result is Spider-Man letting out a strangled noise of pleasure and squirming on the bed.

Johnny keeps this up for about a minute before returning to bobbing and licking. Pulling one hand out from under Spider-Man, Johnny reaches over to small drawer near his bed. Opening it up, he rifles around inside before pulling out a small and unmarked tube he’d been looking for. Glancing at it, he continues to suck on Spider-man for a few moments. Pulling back rather suddenly, he pops open the tube and squeezes some of the contents into his palm.

”Oh man…why did you stop, flamebrain?” Spider-Man groans. He gets an answer in the form of Johnny wrapping a slick hand around his member.

”Just gonna do something for ya, Spider. To make up for the ripping...” Johnny trails off. Spider-Man is confused at first, what Johnny means slowly dawning on him. He groans slightly as that hand spreads the slick substance over his cock.

Satisfied with his work, Johnny hops back onto the bed. He slips up to give Spider-Man another kiss. Once done, Johnny gets on his hands and knees and presents his ass to Spider-Man.

”C’mon, Web Head. Let’s see what you got,” he challenges. Spider-man rolls over and onto his knees, staring at Johnny’s ass for longer than he’d planned to. The challenge snaps him back to reality and he swallows. Shuffling closer, he takes hold of his member as Johnny reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks. A voice in the back of his head makes a note that he’ll be washing those gloves twice over after this as Spider-Man lines himself up.

“Let’s go back there,” Johnny demands impatiently, his own manhood throbbing and dripping with precum. Spider-Man’s eyes narrow behind his mask and he smirks as an idea forms in his mind. Taking hold of Johnny’s hips, he presses in. There’s resistance at first but Spidey’s cock slips into Johnny’s tight hole and brings a moan from the both. And then the web slinger pauses, holding himself in place both to give Johnny time to adjust and to mess with him. After several long, moments Spider-Man inches his way into Johnny. His plans for holding still every inch or so fade as he realizes just how tight and warm it is inside Johnny Storm.

The two men grunt, groan, and gasp as Spider-Man slides his hard cock into Johnny’s ass, a low and deep groan passing through two mouths when the masked man finally bottoms out. The Human Torch pushes himself back up as he gets his hands back under himself.

”Damn…you’re tight, Torch,” Spidey says through grit teeth.

“And you’re…pretty big. AH!...Man…how do you keep that thing from showing in those pants?” the blonde asks, looking over his shoulder.

“Seven and… a half inches, Torchy. I’m a grower…not a shower,” he grunts a response, resisting the urge to move. While he is partly holding still to allow his friend to adjust to the invasion, he’s also trying to stick to an altered plan. Just a bit of payback. And he won’t have to wait too long for it.

“Alright, Spider. I’m ready,” Johnny breaths out after a few minutes. A smile forms on Spider-Man’s face but he doesn’t respond and does move. Johnny gets impatient and looks over his shoulder.

“I told you…ya can move already,” the hot head says, shuddering. The feeling of being filled is one he’s rather enjoying, but he wants to get the show on the road. He’s rather baffled when Spider-Man just shakes his head. Assuming this means that Spider-Man wants him to do the work, Johnny starts to rock forward. A stop is put to this quickly, Spider-Man grabbing Johnny’s shoulders and pulling him back. The masked wall crawler keeps his cock deeply imbedded within Johnny Storm and remains still.

“What’re you doing? Move already…” Johnny demands, trying to rock forward but unable to escape the other hero’s superior grip and strength. Spider-Man remains silent, laughing internally. He’s also holding back a few moans of pleasure, unsure of how long he’ll be able to keep his little tease up.

As much as Johnny tries to fuck himself on Spider-Man’s cock, he just can’t manage it. Held in place, he whimpers slightly. His arms shake as he holds himself up and a gasp escapes his throat.

“Uuuuhhhhh…Spider…c’mon!” Johnny whines. “Fuck me already!” he says, squirming slightly. This is apparently enough for Spider-Man. He pulls back and slams in hard, bringing cries of pleasure from both men.

The pace set is a hard and fast one. Spider-Man keeps hold of Johnny’s shoulders, using the leverage to achieve deeper thrusts. He’s careful not to put too much strength into the thrusts, not wants to injure Johnny. As funny as trying to explain to Reed and Sue just why Johnny’s pelvis was shattered, Spider-Man doubted he was alone in not wanting to do that.

Groans and cries of pleasure fill the air along with the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Johnny reaches back to stroke himself only to be stopped by Spider-Man grabbing his wrist and wrenching it behind his back. The blonde cries out and his other arm buckles. Falling to his forearm on the mattress, Johnny lets out a moan.

“Enjoy the…ride, Johnny…” Spider-Man pants, still driving his hard cock into the blonde again and again.

The ‘ride’ lasts for several more minutes. Spider-Man keeps his grip on Johnny’s arm and shoulder, using the better leverage to strike the prostate each time. This added stimulation is a bit much for Johnny, his moaning and cries of pleasure coming louder and more frequently. In the back of his mind, he’s thankful the others made him soundproof his room so they didn’t have to hear his music. Spider-Man’s pace becomes slightly erratic and Johnny lets out one more loud cry. His balls draw in close to his body and his cock erupts, spurting his hot seed out onto the bed below. As Johnny cums, his already tight ass contracts around Spider-Man’s manhood. The masked man lets out a guttural groan, gives a few more thrusts, and then empties his balls deep into Johnny Storm.

Both men collapse onto the bed and roll onto their sides, breathing heavily and sweating. Spidey’s softening cock slips out of Johnny’s ass, cum dribbling out with it. For a long while, they just lay there. Pressed against one another and basking in the afterglow of orgasm. Eventually, Spider-Man pushes himself up and looks around. Taking a few breaths, he slowly gets off the bed and walks towards the pants Johnny’d dropped. Turning towards the window he’d entered through, the web slinger starts to put the pants on.

“Spider-Man…wait…” Johnny speaks up. Spider-Man pauses and looks over.

”It’s getting pretty late out. Why don’t you just stay the night with me?” the blond hero requests. Spider-Man remains silent at first, focusing on the lust filled gaze Johnny is directing at him and the blonde hero’s hardening cock. The masked man swallows, doubting there will be much sleep going on. Dropping the pants, he walks back over to the bed.

“Alright, Torchy. I’ll stay,” he says, getting back onto the bed between Johnny’s legs and stroking his own returning erection as he lines back up with the ass he’ll be fucking for the rest of the night and into the next morning.