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The Invisible Handjob	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 52206 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Mm, harder,” Sue moaned.
“I am doing it harder,” Peter replied. “Spider-strength, remember? Any harder than this and you’ll probably end up in the hospital.”
“I said, harder! And spray a little more on me, will ya? I love rubbing it into my skin.”
Peter dutifully reached over and grabbed the suntan lotion. He was very careful not to drop it. He didn’t want to go down a hundred and eighty meters to pick it up.
He and Sue were bare naked; not so unusual, given their friends with benefits arrangement. They were also suspended atop the George Washington Bridge on a web Peter had built between two towers. Sue had rendered both it and them invisible for some quality tanning.
“I still don’t understand how we can get tans when we’re invisible,” Peter said, squirting another dab of SPF onto Sue’s back and massaging it in.
Sue cooed once more in delight. “It’s simple. My forcefields make it so light that’s visible on the electromagnetic spectrum passes right through us, rendering us invisible to the naked eye, but other solar radiation still hits us, giving Peter Benjamin Parker a tan he really could use. Seeing as you do all your extracurricular activities in a burqa for dudes.”
“Hey, they are referred to as footie pajamas, thank you very much.” Peter still couldn’t quite believe how he’d gotten used to being naked around Sue. Beautiful blonde older woman, regularly had sex with him, regularly made jokes about having sex with him, and yet his head hadn’t exploded. Who would’ve guessed?
Her back finished, Sue let out one last sigh before relaxing into Peter’s webbing. Peter stretched out beside her, remarkably unselfconscious about doing a full frontal in public. Maybe wearing skintight spandex for so long had just conditioned him for it.
“Hey, if you fall asleep, do your forcefields cut out?” he asked, a little neurotically.
“No. Not for a while, anyway. They’re an autonomous process, like breathing. I just hold them in my mind as I fall asleep and they stay there. Once, I managed to fall asleep on a forcefield recliner. But if I get knocked unconscious, the trauma resets them.”
“Sort of like waxy flexibility in catatonics? A psychomotor response?”
“Nah, I think—“ Sue rolled onto her side. “I think my brain changed with the rest of me and now I’m able to multitask at a subconscious level. Reed can write on two papers at once, a pen in either hand, completely different things. Two trains of thought. God knows what Johnny or Ben could do if they applied themselves.”
Because of them both being invisible, Peter could see her, just with a sort of glossy blue sheen. Sue saw things that way too, stating it was the brain’s way of interpreting ultraviolet light and such. “That worry you?”
“Sometimes. Technically speaking I’m a mutant. If I have kids, they’re not going to be normal.”
“I thought the technical term for people like us was Mutate.”
“There’s not that much difference, is there? You can throw cars because a radioactive spider—“
“Genetically-engineered spider.”
“Weird-ass spider bit you, Colossus can do it because one of his genes zigged instead of zagging. Thinking there’s a difference just helps some people sleep at night. If you, me, and the Ultimates started talking about ‘Mutate solidarity,’ I guarantee you there’d be Sentinels with our names on ‘em.”
Peter reached over to touch her. His hand slid over her lotioned shoulder. “Thinking of joining the X-Men?”
“No. I think I can do more good for the world helping Reed come up with—whatever it is he comes up with. Not playing Woodstock politics.”
“So what’s bothering you? You’re a little too self-assured to start regretting your life choices just cuz.”
Sue leaned over and kissed him on the lips, her nipples rubbing against his bare chest as she embraced him. “Anyone ever tell you you’d make a great boyfriend, Peter? You have no idea what it’s like to have someone actually talk to you when you’re living with two idiot men and one genius idiot.”
Peter’s grin was wavy. “Well, it’s balanced out by the guys with metal tentacles that try to kill everyone I love on a weekly basis. And I can’t buy booze”
“I buy my own booze.” Sue kissed him again. “You make me feel like a depraved old lady, you know. Corrupting the young and innocent. It’s pretty great.”
“Not bad on this end,” Peter said, caressing Sue with a hint of a blush. “So, out with it. What’s rotten in the state of the Baxter Building?”
“You’ve heard of Genosha?” Sue asked, her voice suddenly heavy.
“It’s all tumblr can talk about these days,” Peter confirmed. He kept an arm around Sue, but broke off the casual fondling to just stare up at the clouds. “Hunting mutants for sport—it’s something out of a bad cash-in on The Hunger Games.”
“Duly convicted mutants,” Sue corrected him sardonically. “So the government can’t say shit about it. It wasn’t all that long ago that we were sending giant metal mutant hunters out there willy-nilly. In fact, my dad says there’ve been CIA black ops teams using Krakoa as a rendition site—anyway, it’s one of those corners of the map we don’t go to. Here there be monsters.”
“So, what, you want to go over there and punch all the bad guys? After you bust all the homosexuals out of prison in Russia and empty the gulags in North Korea…”
“I know, I know.” She kissed his chin lightly. “No Persons of Mass Destruction in international politics. That’s the problem. The X-Men invaded their country, hit Krakoa, and freed public enemy number one over there. Genosha’s pissed. And we happen to live on the same continent as who they’re pissed at.”
“Canada?”
“The US of A, Pete.”
Peter’s hand was flat on Sue’s back. It wasn’t sexual, just intimate. Should that worry him? “I always heard the X-Men were an international team. Hell, they’re ‘post-human,’ whatever that means. Do they even believe in nation-states?”
“Genosha does. And they happen to know that the X-Men live in upstate New York, just like Claire Danes.”
“Claire Danes lives in New York? Whoa.”
“Hillsdale.”
“Does that have any buildings for me to swing off of?”
Quite casually, Sue put a hand on his dick. “Shush. I’m too relaxed to get into bantering with you. Let me finish my story.”
“Uh, yeah, okay.”
She gave his cock a casual pump. “Where was I? Oh. Yeah, this is where I come in. The Baxter Building is a military foundation. We’re supposed to build weapons, at least on company time. Usually, we come up with some bullshit about military applications like, oh, here’s a super Band-Aid, you can use it on soldiers and orphans. But now they want stuff to deal with Genosha.”
“Why? I’m betting it’s not the first rinky-dink country to be pissed off at us.”
“First rinky-dink country that’s the country club for mutant haters. People ship their mutants to them, Peter. And they run experiments. Reverse-engineering mutant powers. They’ve come up with biotech that’s—it’s bad stuff. I had a briefing on it a week ago and I still have nightmares. Arrrgh,” she growled in frustration. “I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to go over the same fucking arguments—Reed wanting to stick his head in the sand, Ben and Johnny wanting to come up with some Death Star to blast those racists back to the Stone Age. I just want to have a scandalous love affair with an underage superhero. Fucking kiss me, Spider-Man.”
Peter was quick to kiss her. He wasn’t in the dark about how their relationship worked. If it got out that the leading lady of the Fantastic Four was fucking a high school nerd, it would crowd out World War III from the headlines. And that was an appeal in itself. There was a certain amount of self-destructive tendencies that went with putting on a costume and tell the world’s plethora of monsters ‘have a go if you’re hard enough.’
Plus, the fact that he was an all-A student and Reed Richards was Reed Richards meant that Sue, at the very least, had a type. And she, for her part, reminded him more than a little of Gwen Stacy. This didn’t hit anywhere near as close to home as Mary Jane had. And that was the point. It was safe, almost anonymous, and had nothing to do with either of their worlds. They slipped out of their lives and vacationed in each other.
It was a release valve for both of them.
For a long time they kissed. Peter didn’t feel much of a need to be inside Sue—not that desperate, electric lust he’d had with Black Cat or MJ or Emma Stone that one time he’d invaded the set of his own movie (jerks had BSed the whole story anyway). He liked the slow heat of their make-out sessions, the coy way Sue jerked him off, the almost lazy attention he paid her breasts.
They ended up with Peter’s head between her tits, just breathing in the cocoa butter smell of the suntan lotion as she jacked him in low, gulping motions.
“Okay,” Sue said in a bright, somewhat breathless voice. “I’m going to show you how to get a woman off.”
He ran his cheek over the slope of her breast. God, he loved doing that. “I think I know that part.”
“Uh, no. Sorry. You don’t.”
He frowned at her.
“Hey, no offense. The guys I dated when I was seventeen knew even less about the female orgasm. At least you give a shit. So, c’mon; it’s not that hard.”
“Okay.” He pulled his face out of her cleavage to bow to her. “Sensei.”
“I said it wasn’t that hard. You’ve done it a couple times before.” She grinned wickedly. “By accident.”
“How would you like me to web ‘The Fantastic Four suck’ onto the side of the Chrysler Building?”
“You’d think a guy that named himself after a bug would have less of an ego. Here.” She took his hand, brought it to her lips, and licked his first two fingers into wetness. “Just so you know, Peter: lube. It’s not just for perverts.”
“I told you I’d get some.”
“You missed out on anal the last time. Needed to go to the store—“
“The Shocker was menacing the city!”
“Ooh, the Shocker!” Sue vibrated in mock-fear. “Okay now. Your fingers are pretty wet. It should be fine; it’s not like we’ll be fisting or anything. Now, you have got foreplay down pretty well…”
Peter huffed a laugh. “Darn tootin’.”
“…so you can guess what comes next.”
Peter ran his hand down Sue’s body, pushed along by her grip on his wrist. He was more used to the feel of her than the sight. More than once he’d woken up to find her invisible in his bed, kissing him, fitting him with a condom, pulling him inside her. Once, he’d kissed her cheek to find salty tears on it and wondered what sadness she was fleeing from to be with him.
Sue gasped as he penetrated her; just one finger, as much as she insisted she could take two right off. He always liked to go slow, make sure. After a few seconds, he added his middle finger and it slid right in.
“Now don’t,” she instructed, “go in and out. I want you to go up and down, and I want to see how hard you can go.”
Peter bit his lip as he followed her orders—jiggling his fingers experimentally. Softly, softly, but Sue still winced in discomfort. No; that wasn’t what the look on her face was.
“I know it’s not quite as visceral was grabbing a dick.” Sue demonstrated with a quick pump on his cock, which sent a full tremor through Peter’s body. “But it feels good. And there’s a little spot near the top. Can you feel it?”
Peter thought he did—a little patch that wasn’t of the same slick texture as the rest of her. “Yeah. I think so.” He prodded it with his fingers and Sue moaned a little.
“Yeah, that’s it. Go a little faster now…”
Peter captured her lips once more, kissing her even as she gasped with the pleasure of his efforts. It was amazing—like he could taste her pleasure. He sped his fingers up, trying to flick that spot inside her with each pass, and Sue’s thighs just fell open as she moaned into his mouth. Loud, now. Really loud.
“You ever feel exposed, Peter?” she asked breathlessly, panting as he kissed her throat. “Not in a bad way, not in an embarrassing way, but like you’ve taken off all your grimy, disgusting clothes at the end of the day—and the cool air hits you—and you just feel free…”
He could feel her throbbing around his fingers, then a little shock run up his hand as her hips jerked. Rough, uncoordinated movements. Like she was trying to follow a rhythm his fingers set. Hesitantly, he added his ring finger.
Her hips lifted off the web, the smell of her sweat overwhelming the artificiality of the tanning lotion. It was everywhere—another sheen added to the effect of the invisibility, making her slightly unreal even as her body seemed incredibly tangible. Sweat and sex and rushing blood that he could feel rippling into his body like sympathetic vibrations.
He licked the side of her neck, tasting her sweat, and she sobbed in pleasure. “Your other hand! Jesus! Other hand!”
He gave it to her. She took it and slapped it against her clit. Showed him without words how to rub, how to touch—their fingers linking, slipping through each other and over her sex. “Not always—“ she gasped out, her pedantic voice completely distracted. “But it’s like—the second course—of a meal. Once they think you don’t know how to, that’s when you show them…”
She was wet all over, sweaty on her skin, gushing in her cunt. Only her lips were dry, wiped clean by her panting breath. Peter kissed them, feeling the moan that Sue wouldn’t let out. It was shaking her throat but couldn’t get loose…
Her clit was high and alive under his fingers, pulling his touch to it again and again. It and the spot inside her. Peter sensed it would be bad to overuse them, something like handling his cock after he’d come, but when she was on the cusp—when she needed it—
For a moment he could hear a wetly sucking noise at his fingers, feel her hips vibrate at a fever pitch, a sucking sensation on the tips of his fingers like her very body was hungry for him. Then she screamed, the sound real and the noise of traffic, the drifting voices, the soundtrack of the city, all false.
Even when he’d taken his hands away, her hips kept stirring, doing a little dance apart from her body. “You ever feel the inside of your cunt?” Sue asked, then giggled at how rhetorical a question it was. “Right after, I can still feel my sex squeezing on what used to be there—this clenching. It’s so delicious. Fuck, get inside me. That’s enough fingering for one day.”
Peter was still stunned by how wet his hands were—he’d had no idea Sue’d had all that in her—but at Sue’s invitation, he became painfully aware of how hard he was. As detached as his mind seemed from his body at times, it just took one word from Sue and he plummeted back into biology, caveman nature wanting to be inside the pretty girl and finally having permission.
But before he could move, Sue was on top of him. Peter couldn’t care; not when her sex was sinking onto his cock. “I’ve tanned my front enough,” Sue explained. “Time for a flip.”
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