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Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 2

Tom’s phone laying on the counter, the screen dark. He just sent another unanswered massage to Steven. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening as frustration bubbled in his chest. The guy had vanished without a trace—no texts, no messages, nothing. It was as if their night together had been a figment of his imagination, a fleeting dream that dissolved into nothing.

“Asshole,” Tom muttered under his breath, swiping the phone aside. He stalked across the living room, running a hand through his hair. His mind kept drifting back to Steven, to the way they’d connected, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the urgency and raw passion that had ignited between them. It had been one hell of an experience, but now… now it felt like a cruel joke.

He sighed, pacing back and forth. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, the lingering tension in his body demanding release. He needed to forget about Steven, move on, but the constant ache in his groin refused to let him. Every thought of the man left him harder, more desperate, more frustrated.

The doorbell rang, jolting Tom out of his brooding. He froze, blinked, then shook himself out of his daze. Probably just another delivery he didn’t remember ordering. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, ready to sign for whatever box or package had arrived.

But the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. Standing there was a man who could have stepped straight out of a fantasy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a physique that screamed power and confidence. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched taut over bulging muscles, and even from here, Tom could see the hard peaks of his nipples straining against the material. The sleeves rode up slightly, revealing muscular forearms dusted with light golden hair. His shorts were short enough to show off thick thighs that tapered down to long, sock-covered calves, every inch of him radiating strength and presence.

His hair was long and blonde, tied back in a big bun on his head, a few strands falling loose around his face. A full beard framed sharp cheekbones and a mouth that curved into a knowing smile as their eyes met. Those eyes… they were a vivid blue, piercing and intense, like the deep waters of some ancient fjord.

The name tag pinned to his chest read simply: Sven.

“Delivery for your neighbor Mr. Smith - he is not present. Can you take it for him?,” the man said, his voice low and rich, carrying a heavy accent that only added to his allure. It wasn’t just any accent—it was something rugged, primal, the kind of sound you’d expect from a Viking statue come to life.

Tom swallowed hard, trying to form a response. His heart was pounding, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. This guy… this Sven… he was exactly the kind of distraction Tom hadn’t realized he needed.

Sven held out a small package, his fingers brushing against Tom’s as he handed it over. The contact sent a jolt through Tom, making his skin prickle with awareness. He forced himself to focus, to take the package and step back, but Sven didn’t move. Instead, he shifted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest in a way that emphasized his biceps.

“Nice place you got here,” Sven remarked, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the house. “Quiet neighborhood. Good for relaxing, yeah?”

Tom nodded dumbly, still too caught up in the sheer magnetism of the man in front of him to form coherent words.

Sven’s eyes flicked back to him, amusement dancing in their depths. “You alright, mate? You seem a bit… distracted.”

“I’m fine,” Tom stammered, cursing himself for sounding so awkward. “Just… uh… busy day.”

Sven chuckled, the sound warm and rough, like distant thunder. “Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He hesitated, then added, “Actually, there is one thing… I’ve been driving all day, and well… my bladder’s about to burst. Think I could use your loo?”

Tom blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt request. Then he found himself nodding once again. “Yeah, sure. Uh… it’s just down the hall, second door on the right.”

“Cheers,” Sven said with a grin, pushing off the doorframe. He stepped inside, his movement fluid and confident, and followed Tom down the hall. Tom couldn’t help but notice how Sven’s presence seemed to fill the space, how his towering frame cast shadows that seemed to stretch and shift like something alive.

When they reached the bathroom, Sven disappeared inside, leaving Tom standing awkwardly in the hallway. He ran a hand over his face, berating himself for being so tongue-tied. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some awkward teenager anymore—he could hold a damn conversation with a hot guy without acting like an idiot.

But Sven… Sven was different. There was something about him, something magnetic and overwhelming, like a force of nature. And Tom couldn’t deny that he was drawn to it, despite his better judgment.

The sound of the toilet flushing snapped Tom out of his thoughts. Sven emerged a moment later, looking refreshed and somehow even more imposing than before. He stretched his arms overhead, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his chest, and Tom couldn’t look away.

“Thanks for that,” Sven said, flashing another smile. “Much appreciated. Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could I trouble you for a glass of water? My throat’s bone dry after spending hours in this damn van.”

Tom nodded quickly, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Of course. Come on.”

They walked into the kitchen together, the air between them charged with an unspoken energy. Tom grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, handing it over to Sven, who took a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Ahhh,” Sven sighed, lowering the glass. “That hits the spot. Thanks, mate.”

“No problem,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the counter, trying to play it cool, but his nerves were shot, his body humming with anticipation.

Sven set the glass down on the counter and turned to face Tom fully. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a livewire. Then, slowly, deliberately, Sven stepped closer, close enough that Tom could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“You’re not really fine, are you?” Sven asked, his voice low and intimate. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Tom’s arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tom’s breath hitched, his heart beating faster as Sven’s touch lingered. “What… what do you mean?”

Sven smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “I mean you’re wound up tighter than a spring. Something on your mind? Or someone?”

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hand moved again, this time gripping his shoulder firmly. The pressure was firm but not painful, a clear display of strength and dominance that sent a thrill through Tom’s veins.

“Tell me,” Sven commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Whoever it is, they’re idiots for letting you go.”

Tom’s mouth went dry, his hesitation melting away under Sven’s intense gaze. „How could he know?“ He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was stare, his body responding involuntarily to Sven’s proximity, his cock thickening behind his jeans. Tom forgot every question.

Sven must have noticed, because his smile widened, predatory and pleased. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, stepping even closer until their chests were almost touching.

And then, without warning, Sven’s lips were on his, claiming him in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. Tom gasped into the kiss, his hands flying up to grab at Sven’s shirt, clinging to the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Sven’s tongue traced along the seam of his lips, coaxing them apart, and when Tom complied, the kiss deepened instantly. It was all teeth and tongue, rough and insatiable, a stark contrast to the gentle teasing Sven had started with.

Tom moaned, his head spinning as Sven’s hands roamed down his sides, dipping dangerously low before settling on his hips. The grip was possessive, fingers digging into his skin as Sven pulled him flush against his body.

Tom could feel every ridge of Sven’s abs through the thin fabric of his shirt, the hardness of his chest pressing against his own. And then there was the unmistakable bulge in Sven’s pants, rubbing against him in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his core.

Sven tore his lips away, breathing heavily as he looked down at Tom, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his voice rougher than before.

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hands were yanking at Toms shirt, ripping buttons free as he pulled the fabric apart. Tom gasped, his chest heaving as the cool air hit his heated skin. Sven tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, his gaze raking over Tom’s bare torso.

“Beautiful,” Sven whispered, his fingers trailing down the center of Tom’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before circling his navel.

Tom shuddered, his legs feeling like jelly as Sven’s touch sent waves of heat crashing through him. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop…”

Sven smirked, his fingers dipping lower, brushing the waistband of Tom’s jeans. “Oh, I won’t stop,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent. “Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

Tom’s hands trembled as Sven pulled away, his breathing ragged and uneven. The intensity of the kiss had left him dizzy, his body aching for more of Sven’s touch. But something about the moment felt… off. It wasn’t just the way Sven’s lips had moved or the roughness of his beard against Tom’s skin; it was a flicker in Sven’s expression, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tom’s spine.

“What’s wrong?” Sven asked, his voice low and husky, his accent thicker than before. He cupped Tom’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. “You’re not pulling away, are you?”

Tom shook his head, though his mind raced. The sensation of Sven’s hand on his skin was intoxicating, but beneath it all, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. His gaze flickered down to Sven’s neck, where the collar of his shirt had shifted slightly. And there it was—a faint line, barely noticeable, but enough to catch his eye. A seam.

“No,” Tom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and arousal swirling inside him. “I’m not pulling away.”

Sven smirked, leaning in to press another kiss to Tom’s jaw, his stubble scratching against Tom’s skin. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Tom swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He could feel the heat building in his core, the same undeniable hunger that had consumed him days before with Henry Cavill. But this time, it was different. This time, he wasn’t going to let himself be played. He wasn’t going to let Sven—or Steven—call the shots.

With a sudden burst of determination, Tom grabbed Sven by the shoulders, pushing him back gently but firmly. Sven raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What’s got into you, love?”

“Nothing,” Tom replied, his voice steady now. “Just… switching things up.”

Before Sven could react, Tom stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands were on Sven’s shirt, yanking it open in one swift motion. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging against the floor and walls as the fabric fell open, revealing Sven’s broad chest and those hard, prominent nipples. Tom’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed over the warm flesh, feeling the tension in Sven’s body beneath his touch. Sven exhaled sharply, his hands moving to grip Tom’s hips. “Careful,” he growled, his voice deeper now, almost animalistic. “Don’t think I won’t take what I want.”

Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Sven’s neck. He kissed his way up to his ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness there. Sven groaned, his grip tightening on Tom’s hips. But Tom wasn’t done. His fingers trailed down Sven’s chest, pausing briefly to tweak his nipples, eliciting another growl from the man beneath him. Then, without warning, Tom’s hand dipped lower, undoing the button of Sven’s shorts.

Sven froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice laced with both surprise and desire. “You’re really taking charge, aren’t you?”

Tom didn’t respond. His hand slipped inside Sven’s shorts, wrapping around the thick, throbbing length of him. He could feel the sheet around Sven’s (Steven) Penis, so it was also a muscle suit again. Sven gasped, his head falling back as Tom pumped him slowly, deliberately. “God, yes,” Sven breathed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Don’t stop…”

Tom didn’t stop. He continued stroking Sven, his own cock hardening with every passing second. The sight of Sven’s reaction, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each movement, was enough to drive Tom wild. But he wasn’t finished yet. Withdrawing his hand, he shoved Sven’s shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, exposing the other man completely.

Sven bit his lip, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Tom. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Tom smirked, stepping back to strip himself of the remaining scraps of clothing. His jeans and boxers joined the pile of discarded fabric on the floor, leaving him completely bare. Sven’s gaze devoured him, raking over every inch of his body with a predatory intensity.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tom said, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him.

Without wasting another second, Tom closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Sven’s. The heat radiating from the other man’s skin was almost overwhelming, and when their cocks brushed against each other, they both groaned. Sven’s hands came up to grip Tom’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle suit there as he kissed him again, harder this time.

Tom melted into the kiss, his senses drowning in the raw, primal connection between them. But he didn’t forget why he was doing this. His hands moved down to Sven’s waist, slipping behind him to grab two handfuls of ass. Sven growled into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, the friction sending sparks of electricity through Tom’s veins.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered against Sven’s lips, his grip tightening. “You feel so good…”

Sven’s response was a low rumble in his chest, his movements growing more urgent as he pressed Tom back toward the couch. They tumbled onto the soft cushions, their bodies entangled as they kissed and groped each other with abandon. Sven’s hands roamed over Tom’s back, his nails lightly scraping against the artificial skin there, digging deep into the suit.

Tom shuddered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Sven was laying in front of him. But then, Sven’s hand slid down to cup Tom’s aching cock, stroking him with expert precision. Tom cried out, his hips arching off the couch as he thrust into Sven’s hand.

“Yes,” Tom hissed, his voice breaking. “More…”

Sven complied, quickening his pace as he brought Tom closer and closer to the edge. But just as Tom felt himself teetering on the brink, Sven stopped, pulling his hand away with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” Sven whispered, his voice dripping with intent.

Tom glared at him, his frustration mingling with the ache in his groin. Sven bent upwards to kiss Tom again. But this time, his kiss was softer, more teasing, as if he knew exactly how to drive Tom crazy.

Tom’s hands fisted in Sven’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. But as their tongues tangled, Tom’s mind wandered back to the strange gap at Sven’s neck. The realization that this man was Steven in disguise only fueled his arousal, making him more determined than ever to take control.

Breaking the kiss, Tom pushed Sven onto his back, straddling his hips. “My turn,” he said, his voice firm.

Sven’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he grinned up at Tom, his hands resting lazily on his stomach. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice teasing. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Tom didn’t waste any time. His hands moved to Sven’s thighs, lifting them on his shoulders as he positioned himself between them. Sven’s cock twitched against his abdomen, the heat of it searing through his skin. Tom glanced down, his eyes locking with Sven’s.

Tom’s hands tightened on Sven’s hips, his grip almost bruising as he pushed into him with a force that made Sven arch back, his head lolling against the couch cushions. Sven groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, his muscles tensing and relaxing around Tom in waves of pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw slack as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Fuck,” Sven gasped, his voice ragged and breathless. “Harder, Tom. Please.”

Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. His anger, his frustration, his desperate need for release all coalesced into a singular, savage thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, raw and primal. Sven’s hands scrambled to brace himself against the couch, his fingers digging into the muscle suit as Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic, more furious.

“You like that?” Tom growled, leaning down to press his mouth to Sven’s ear. He bit down lightly on the soft lobe, tasting salt, sweat and rubber as Sven shivered beneath him. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Sven let out a strangled cry, his body bucking wildly as Tom’s movements became more chaotic. His cock twitched between them, slick with pre-come as it bobbed against his belly. “Yes,” Sven choked out, his voice breaking. “God, yes.”

Tom’s fingers trailed up Sven’s sides, brushing against the seam of the muscle suit. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but it was quickly swallowed by the haze of lust raging through him. He needed this. Needed *him*. Needed to forget about Steven and the endless ache in his chest.

But as his fingers pulled harder at the flesh of the hips, the fabric gave way under the string pull. His heart skipped a beat, his momentum faltering for just a moment. The room echoed with a slight ripping sound. Sven moaned, his hips rocking up to meet Tom’s, urging him to continue.

Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stared at the seam. Swallowing hard, Tom’s fingers dug further into the material feeling the warm sweaty atmosphere underneath, gripping tight again as he gave a sharp yank. The skin made a stretching rubbery sound before snapping back.

The seam tore further open. The sound reverberating through the room. Sven’s breath hitched, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop moaning as if nothing had happened. Tom froze, his gaze locked on the exposed skin beneath the suit—smooth, unblemished, sweaty and entirely inconsistent with the rough, weathered exterior Sven had presented.

Tom’s furor even grow with expression of a deep guttural scream. His hands moved faster, tearing at the fabric with increasing urgency. The suit peeled away in chunks, revealing more of the natural sweaty skin beneath. A breeze of musky wet air reached his nose. Sven’s hips rolled erratically, his breaths coming in short bursts as he panted, “More, Tom... give me more.”

Tom’s anger surged, his movements becoming almost frenzied as he ripped the remains of the suit away. Steven’s chest was fully exposed now, the fake muscles ripped apart. Beneath it all was the true form - athletic but not looking like the muscular Viking.

“Why are you doing this?” Tom demanded to know.

Sven’s eyes fluttered open, his blue irises glinting with something between mischief and desire. “Does it matter?” he purred, his accent thicker than before. “You’re still inside me, aren’t you?”

Tom’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his movements grew even more aggressive, his thrusts pounding into Sven with reckless abandon. He wanted to hurt him, to punish him for lying, for deceiving him. But more than that, he wanted to lose himself in the sensation, to forget everything except the friction and the heat and the undeniable pleasure wracking his body.

His fingers twitched against Sven’s skin, tracing the edges of the mask that still clung to his face. The urge to tear it off, to see the truth behind the deception, was overwhelming. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat. Finally, he reached up with one hand, his fingers entering under the edge of the mask. He pulled strongly at the mask, the facial features twisted, the mouth hole lifted from Steven's lips and the nose twisted, a crack formed in the corner of the mouth. Steven body tensed in ecstasy and he let sit another deep moan. With a sudden jerk he peeled the lower part of the mask away. The lower part of the mask ripped apart, leaving the bearded part of Steven’s face exposed. It was drenched in sweat. His lips were twisted in a devilish smile. Tom grabbed the hair bun of the mask now and pulled the rest of the mask upright, ripping the mask away entirely.

Tom’s pulse quickened even more, his fingers tightening as he watched. The mask was off, revealing Stevens true face.

Tom’s breath caught in his throat, while holding the remains of Sven’s handsome face in his hand.

His other hand slid down to Sven’s thigh, gripping tightly as he slammed into him one last time. The completely exposed Steven cried out, his voice high-pitched and desperate as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed between them, shooting thick streams of come that splattered across his stomach and chest. The sight of it, combined with the feel of Svens face in his hand, was enough to push Tom over the edge.

With a low, animalistic groan, Tom came hard, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself into Steven. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their labored breathing and the heavy thud of their hearts.

Tom collapsed forward, resting his forehead against Sven’s shoulder, rubbing his torso against the sweaty exposed natural breast of Steven, as he caught his breath.

The sweaty face of Steven was now revealed, his blue eyes locking with Tom’s as the mask fell to the ground. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by their heavy breaths and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. Tom’s mind raced, questions flooding his thoughts, but beneath it all, he felt the undeniable pull of desire—and something deeper.

“Why?” Tom asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and longing. “Why would you trick me like this? Again?”

Steven didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his hand up Tom’s thigh, his fingers curling around the soft surface of his hip. His touch was deliberate, calculated, as if testing Tom’s resolve. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, charged and unrelenting.

“Because I needed you to punish me,” Steven finally said, his voice low and rough, laced with an accent that made the words roll off his tongue like honey. “Needed you to take possession of me—really feel me.”

Tom blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. The intensity in Steven’s gaze was overwhelming, pulling him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted to be angry, to push Steven away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. Not when Steven’s hands were so warm against his skin, not when his lips curved into that crooked smile that had haunted Tom’s dreams for days.

“You bastard,” Tom murmured, though his tone lacked any real venom. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing against Steven’s in a soft, searching kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Steven chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Tom’s body. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Tom’s face. “But tell me, Tom. Tell me how much you missed me.”

Tom groaned, his fingers gripping Steven’s shoulders as the heat between them intensified. “I missed you like crazy,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Every second since you disappeared. I thought… I thought I’d never feel this way again.”

Steven’s grin widened, and he kissed Tom again, this time harder, more possessive. His tongue darted into Tom’s mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Tom melted against him, his arms wrapping around Steven’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine,” Steven growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Always.”

to be continued……

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