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Joey Wilson / M, picking each other up at a gay bar and the hilarity of them both attempting to establish they are the opposite of what most people would expect (top Joey, bottom M). 👀 You know what I like...

We’ve already talked about it so, without further ado, the rarest of rare pairs! Teetering on the edge of the crackiest of crack ships!

Midnighter/Joey Wilson

This was way too much fun.

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Rating: ExplicitWarnings: None (Joey uses his powers a couple of times but M is into it)Words: 1997

(Smut under the cut)

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Midnighter has seen the blonde twink at the other end of thebar casting glances at him out of the corner of his eye. So he’s not especiallysurprised when the kid approaches him.

“Not interested,” he says before the kid can open his mouth,not taking his eyes off the drink in his hands.

Blondie doesn’t miss a beat. “Ok. May I ask why?”

“Just not my type, twinkle toes,” M answers, finallyglancing up at him.

It’s not strictly true. The kid is a bit bigger up closethan he looked leaning against the bar. He got bright eyes and golden hair anda bright aura which is definitely Midnighter’s weakness.

But the pretty little ones are never offering what M wants.

“Not into blondes?”

Midnighter snorts. “I thought I was clear—”

“Ah,” the kid hums, sounding unsurprised and a bitdisappointed. “I see. Typical.”

“Hardly.”

It’s the kid’s turn to snort. “Oh? In my experience, it’spretty standard. Big guys like you think they have to live up to their image.”

Narrowing his eyes, M turns on his barstool to look at theblonde beauty straight on for that ridiculous comment. “What the hell are you—”

“Have you ever even tried it?”

It’s not often someone manages to shock the Midnighterspeechless so M just stares at him, perplexation twist his face.

“Of course I have.” He snaps. Just like some punk baby gayto question his preferences in the bedroom.

The boy is pretty. In the same warm, golden way that Apollois. Midnighter catches himself reconsidering for a moment. It’s been a longtime since he plowed some twerp into the mattress but it’s not like he neverhas.

If he takes the boy from behind he could almost pretend itwas Apollo.

That’d be rude though. And it’s not what he needs tonight.

“You know,” Midnighter says, turning back to his drink,“It’s pretty shitty to keep pestering someone who told you to beat it. Whydon’t you run along before I have to teach you some manners.”

“Oh believe me, kitten,” the kid practically purrslow, smirk dangerous, “if you tried it, I’d put you in your place realfast. Guys like you think everyone should bow down but you’re all so muchhappier on your knees.”

Midnighter practically breaks his neck snapping his gazeback up to the wicked-witch green eyes laughing back at him.

He lets himself look the kid up and down. Maybe he misjudgedthings.

“You don’t know what you’re dealing with, sweetheart.”

“Neither do you, princess.”

They stare at each other for a moment, measuring, gauging.

“I’m Joey,” the kid says, stepping back as if he expectsMidnighter to follow. “I’m staying at the hotel around the corner. Penthouse.Up for a little fight? I win, you stay the night. You win you can do whateveryou want.”

“You’re pretty confident for a rug-rat who weighs, what? 200pounds soaking wet?” He stands and lets the full effect of their heightdifference become apparent. This kid could be a Bat and still not takeMidnighter even without his enhancements. He towers over the younger man byhalf a foot and outclasses him in weight by at least 50 pounds.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” he assures him.“What’s your name?”

“M.”

A nicely shaped eyebrow quirks up. “M? Just the letter?”

“The only letter you’re gonna get.”

“Alright, M. You up for the bet or worried about losing yourbig bad bear cred when I hand you your ass? Or rather take it.”

It’s Midnighter’s turn to raise his eyebrows. Thisdefinitely seems to be going the way he’d like. It’s probably worth a coupleminutes to walk to the kid’s place, kick his ass real fast, and see if he’swilling to do what Midnighter has in mind. If not he’s only really wasted…maybe 10 minutes of his life on this.

“Lead the way, Goldilocks.”

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Midnighter blinks the black from his vision, instantly awarethat he’s missing time.

A minute? Maybe two?

One second he’s squared up to a smug, relaxed looking Joey,teasing him about not having a proper fighting stance. The next the buzzer goesoff, the computer in his brain tells him blondie isn’t planning on moving(maybe he wants to lose and isn’t that disappointing).

The next is darkness and then he’s on his knees, shirt off,arms cuffed tightly behind his back.

“What the fuck—” he snarls and tugs on his bindings,preparing to snap them.

This little shit really pissed off the wrong meta.

“Before you slip the cuffs, can you give me a second toexplain?”

Joey is sitting in the armchair in front of him. Lounginglazily and unconcerned. He can see that the kid isn’t planning on stopping himif he does leave. Seems to know M can get out of this, doesn’t seem interestedin taking advantage of him beyond having removed his shirt.

And boy is that a concept Midnighter had thought long gonefrom his life. Being at a disadvantage.

“Better talk fast, kid. What the fuck did you do?”

“I took over yourbody. Jumped out of me. Jumped into you. Though not in the way I’d really liketo.”

His smile is bright as the sun and just as dangerous;screaming trouble at max volume.

Midnighter likes it.

“Not many people can get the best of me in a fight, squirt.”

“And I doubt I could have taken you in a fair fight.”

“You’ll never be able to take me in a fight again. Now thatthe computer in my brain knows your ability, it’ll work out how to beat you.”

The pupils in Joey’s eyes blow wide. “You’re Midnighter?” Heasks and when M confirms, follows with, “My pop hates you.”

“Who’s your old man?” Mid asks, positive he’ll have neverheard of him.

“Deathstroke.”

Huh. He has heard of the mercenary. But he can’t recall whythe guy would hate him.

“I’m pretty sure it’s because he doesn’t know if hecan take you. He doesn’t like that kind of unknown.”

Then the kid reaches out and takes M by the chin. A littlerougher than necessary, but nothing Midnighter can’t handle. Nothing he doesn’tenjoy.

“I’m gonna take you though. The fun way. Unless you leavenow.”

This kid is so confident, and not in the usual wayattractive, young people are. It may border on arrogance but Joey is clearlyexperienced and comfortable with taking charge.

He licks his lips as he nods, noting the way those greeneyes follow his tongue. “Do your worst, sunshine.”

“Careful,” Joey hums, wasting no time in pulling out a long,thick cock that makes M’s mouth water. It’s mostly hard already as the kidstrokes it, putting pressure on the prominent raised vein. “My worst could bepretty bad.”

Oh, Midnighter is certain it is. Absolutely. But thecomputer is telling him that Joey’s not going to risk scaring him away so soon.Now that the kid knows who he is, he seems interested in fucking more than justtonight. He’ll build up to his ‘worst’.

Not that M expects to get off easy. Especially when Joeypulls him forward with the grip on his chin and shoves his cock down his throatwith no preamble.

Joey hits the back of his throat, fists a hand in M’s hairto shift the angle, then slips deeper.

Midnighter takes it all, no problem. The kid is bigger thanexpected but not as monstrously huge as Apollo.

Everyone else is child’s play.

It might be cheating but Midnighter is pretty good at this.He probably would be, even without the computer in his brain but fuck if thatdoesn’t make it a lot easier. Every twitch and flinch and nearly inaudibleshift in breathing is like reading an instruction manual for how to getGoldilocks off.

So Midnighter finds himself half disappointed, half amusedwhen it’s only a few minutes later a telltale pulse rolls across his tongue.

But he’s thrown off the brat before the younger man canfinish.

He sees that wicked smirk hovering over him as he lies onthe ground, weight a little heavy and uncomfortable on his cuffed wrists.

Then there’s darkness and somehow he’s bent over the coffeetable, air cooling something wet on the fingers of his right hand.

Hands holding his cheeks apart. The blunt, slick head of acock poking at his hole before popping in.

Groaning as he’s split open, Midnighter manages to gruntout, “You—hmgh—fingered me while you—gah—possessed my body?”

“You already seemed pretty excited,” Joey says, smug grinapparent in his tone. “You’re not allowed to come before me. Didn’t know if Icould trust you to do it yourself.”

It’s true. Sucking dick has always made M horny as hell. Andhe’s still painfully close. Especially as he pictures himself, fingers buriedin his ass, with no control over his actions.

Midnighter hasn’t felt out of control since… so long ago hedoesn’t even remember.

Joey twists his fingers into M’s hair again, gripsMidnighter’s shoulder hard with the other hand, and snaps his hips, rocking Mforward and back on each deep, ruthless plunge into his body.

“You like that, big guy?”

Mid just groans and presses back to meet every thrust aseach one punches his prostate hard. Christ, a good dicking is exactlywhat he needed tonight. Not many men who can throw him around. Or at least, makehim bend over.

“Yeah you do. I knew you were my type, papa bear. Big,ripped brute who needs a strong hand to put him in his place. Shown that he’sjust another cockslut.”

“Shit,” M curses and is just about to tip over theedge when Joey takes his hand from M’s hair, reaches around him, and squeezesaround the base of Midnighter’s cock.

Snarling in frustration, M tries to fuck into the hold forfriction but it doesn’t budge.

A warm chest layers over Mid’s back so Joey can whisper “Itold you. Me first,” into his ear.

The bastard drags it out too.

He switches from cutting off M’s orgasm, to stroking himback to the edge, only to cut him off again. Rinse and repeat.

Even when the kid’s pace stutters and hot, sticky comefloods into Midnighter’s well-worn passage, Joey doesn’t stop torturing him.

It’s at least three minutes after blondie finishes when hefinally jerks M to completion. Keeps pumping Midnighter’s dick even as it goessoft, getting it slick with his own release.

Then Joey raises his dirty hand to M’s lips and the olderman dutifully sucks each finger clean and licks the palm.

“That was fun,” Joey says, dragging his hands over therounded swell of Midnighter’s ass like he’s wondering what else they can do.

“Yeah. I already know you’re gunning for second date, kid.”

“Mmmm. I am. Not a lot of people who don’t mind me using mypowers.”

Midnighter snorts. Still hasn’t bothered to move from wherehe’s bent over. The gentle movement of the hands against his skin feels nice.“I don’t doubt that.”

Then Joey’s laying over the top of him again, arms wrappedaround his waist and holy shit, kids these days, don’t need any rest at all. Mdoesn’t either of course, but other than the demonic possession, he’s prettysure blondie is a normal 20-something.

The kid’s fingers are tracing over his abs, move up to tugon one of the piercings in his nipples.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice these,” he says. Then lower,huskier, “You know that leather thing you have going on gave me some fun ideas.If you’re up for it, old man.”

He knows the brat is goading him.

But he’s pretty sure he’s physically incapable of passing onan offer like that.

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