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The retreating sun painted the evening sky in beautiful tones of pink, seeping through the wide windows, the office looked strangely lonely. Maybe beacuse of all the people leaving their work, finally clocking out, heading out to meet their families after the long hours.
You should have been one of them but a significant difference gnawed at your insides for the past few months. The truth was, you had no one to return to, and the long nights felt a whole lot colder ever since you moved here, closer to the main SDN quarters.
Stumbling through the empty hallways, you were trying to find a reason to occupy your wandering mind and prolong your current stay. Every step on the clean, polished, corporate floor echoed throughout the building, making you wonder if you were even really alone.
You turned left, too deep in though to register your surroundings. You had a tendency of rushing into things, similarly just like you rushed into this job - you just hoped it was the right decision this time.
Somehow, your feet brought you outside the restrooms. You didn't even registered it, but once the simple stickman icon, separating the gendered toilets, stood unmoved in front of your face, you might as well just take a look. It wasn't like you wanted to go, maybe just take a quick peak at yourself in the mirror, fixing your messy hair or scruffy clothing before you'll eventually call an uber home.
It wasn't until a sound brought you back to reality, coming outside the men's.
The curiosity killed the cat, so of course you slowly creaked open the door. A few feet in front of you was Waterboy, bend over on his hands and knees, desperatley trying to scrape something away from the floor of the showering area. The thing was, he was using a toothbrush.
"Waterboy, what are you doing?" you called out, stepping in fully. "You can go home, buddy. The shift ended already."
He wasn't employed for that long but you were already getting used to his weird quirks. Despite being a "helpful janitor" he came dressed in his waterproof superhero attire every day, full of unwavering positivity, dreams and awkward interactions. Sometimes, out of pity, you wished he'd get a proper position in Z-Team alongside you, Robert and the others.
"Ah!" his gaze shifted upwards, seemingly startled. "I-I didn't realize" he added dryly and quietly, mostly to himself. The toothbrush he held, slipped out of his wet hands but as he tried to catch it mid air, it only flipped further, almost cartoonishly so. It fell down onto the floor with a clacking rumble.
"S-Sorry!" he yelled out.
"Hey, it's okay, man." you felt a bit awkward as he scrambles to his feet, putting his cleaning supplies to their respective spots on the moveable storage rack.
Should you just leave him here? You'd feel a bit horrible after. Maybe you could at least accompany him to the front door...
"You don't mind if I walk with you?" you raised a brow as you came a step forward.
"Uh, oh! N-no! Not at all!" he beamed, a shade of red spreading across his face.
"Cool." you offered him a smile as well. "We should get going or else they're gonna lock us in."
"Oh! Don't worry, I have- here- um, spare key!" he patted all his pockets before he eventually found a silver key with a tiny kitten keychain.
"Oh, th-that's... from my grandpa."
A quick small chuckle escaped the back of your throat, almost just a mere exhale. You had to admit, he was kind of cute. The way he stuttered and sweated everytime you, or really anyone was around could bring a genuine smile to your face. And, sure, his powers might have been a bit strange, but all in all they kind of gave sense, when you thought about it.
"L-Let me just... finish this." he stuttered again. Why he was cleaning the tiles with a toothbrush was unclear to you; you just deduced some asshole tried to mess with him again and hid his standard mop.
"Can't you like... water pressure it? Like with the machine the, uh, power washer? Can you do that?" you asked, pointing at the stain, somehow more question spilling out of your mouth than expected.
"Oh, uhh, I-I guess?" he thought for a moment, "Yea. Yea, I guess I could." flashing an awkward smile after.
You couldn't help but wonder. How did his powers really work? Was his water drinkable? Or were all of his bodily fluids just plain water, including blood and... other things?
Well, you've certainly seen him with a bloody nose, so that just disproves the latter. But still. You felt a whole lot curious about this individual in more than just one way.
"Wait, so like... how do your powers actually work?" you stepped closer, taking in the view of his face fully. But when you were met with a confused raised brow you added: "I mean in a sense of like can you shoot the water from anywhere? Not just your mouth?"
"Y-Yea, pretty much. It's also stronger when I, um, feel... intense emotions, I think." he replied.
"Which is like always." you laughed back in a friendly manner. He mirrored your expression but you could not notice how his eyes lingered at your upturned lips.
You took one of his gloved hands into yours.
"Wouldn't it be more practical if you had them off, then?" you placed your thumbs against his outstreched palm, grinning.
"W-W-Well, I-I guess." the flush on his cheeks deepened as he took off the one glove you held.
"Could you show me? But like, for real. I only ever saw you barf the water out." looking up at him, he didn't reciprocate the stare, his eyes averted in embarrassement.
"S-Sure!" he said nervously, "Anything."
"Anything, huh... " you muttered, clearly catching the sudden euthusiasm in his tone.
Taking off his other glove as well, he made a focused face as five trails of water began flowing from each of his fingertips and into his other hand. By his dramatic heroic stance, you expected him to do something much more grand. The frail stream of water just slipped out of his fingers, down his arm, at the floor until they eventually ended up catching in the drain under the two of you.
"Sick." you said a bit dryly, not trying to be sarcastic, watching the entire journey of those droplets.
They lingered on the light blue floor, dancing in a simple swirl before entering the silver drain below.
"Hey," you began, feeling as if maybe you should just bite your tongue instead of this ridiculous question, "Can others drink it?"
He seemed a bit caught of guard, with his ears and face red.
"I, um... actually don't know." he scrached the back of his neck, wondering.
"Oh, yea?" you raised your brows playfully without hasitation, "Let's test it then."
Reaching into your work bag, you pulled out an average looking water bottle, with it's brand name already peeled off. You caught his growingly stratled expression in the corner of your vision as you undid the cap and outreched your hand.
"One tall glass of water, please!" you teased, eyeing him up and down daringly.
"Oh, um!" he responded, looking as if his brain experienced a short circuit.
After a solid 10 seconds, he took the plastic object from your hands, it's surface crinkling under his touch. Pointing one finger inside, the flowing clear water filled up the bottle to the brim in full, heavy droplets. You felt the weight in your outstreched hand, giving a dramatic pause before lifting the rim to your lips. The liquid flowed down your throat in one simple gulp as you came to a conclusion from this peculiar experiment - it was drinkable. His soft blue eyes watched your movements like a ball of nerves. Were you really doing this right now?
"W-Well?" he averted his gaze again. You held his anticipation before raising your arm, nudging the bottle towards his mouth.
"I can't really tell..." you hummed, "Why don't you try too?"
He subconsciously leaned against the moist wall, braced for the impact and ready to obey.
You held the bottle raised and firm as his lips pressed onto the tip aswell, slowly, nervously, swallowing his spit.
The clear liquid began pouring.
It dissapeared in hefty gulps until there was nothing left in the plastic container. It slid down his throat, stomach and lower.
You grinned to yourself again, feeling weird tingles in your nether regions. You felt horrible, making the boy whimper under your touch and the weighing growing uncomfortability of the water now slushing around his full indes. He really did make you question your stance on sadism, bringing out the worst in you, especially in a situation like this.
You placed both of your hands at his sides, nudging him against the tile wall by his waist even further. His stiff tall frame gently but clumsily crashed into yours as you pulled closer to him as well, him immediately apologizing at the contact, face burning hot and sweating. The flush on his face was deepening rapidly and so was the temperature of the room and space between the two of you. You were sure that in a minute, the men's would just turn into a sauna.
You couldn't see past his goggles but you could definitely still imagine his shy expression nontheless. Staring almost challenginly, he could only hold the eye contact for 3 seconds before turning away completely red. You waited, your body language giving him enough space to leave if he wanted to.
When he looked at you again timidly, his hands slowly rose to rest at your hips. That gave you enough reassurance to close the distance between your bodies completely as you pressed your chest into his, much taller one.
You kissed the corner of his mouth, just a peck, but you rested your lips against his skin expectedly. The point where you met burned hot with anticipation and tension so deep one could cut right through it.
"Mmh," he mumbled quietly, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved his head to meet your lips.
The kiss was sweet and full of promise. Something both of you might have been hiding from eachother for far too long, finally finding it's way onto the surface and exploding inside your bodies like fireworks on 4th of July. You wanted to be closer to him, but that was not physically possible anymore. Your hands moved up, feeling his warm lean muscles and ribs under your touch.
He whimpered as your lips crashed against his in a much rougher wave, keeping a steady rhytm with his softer, much more inexperienced ones.
Gasps, whines and whimpers slowly began pouring out, his familiar voice like a melody to your ears. With each one you whispered back reassurance, praise and sweet nothings. If so little could get him this hot and bothered you couldn't wait to see more, bask in it in a new-found infatuation.
A thin string of saliva connecting your mouths as you seperated, both out of breath.
Waterboy's eyes were heavy and almost closed. Waiting for another touch, you could see the tent steadily rising in his briefs. H2o was rapidly forming from his skin, much more than usual. You somehow took it as a compliment in a way.
You leaned in again, his neck this time, pressing a knee underneath his bulge. He gasped and shuddered at the contact, followed by a different kind of squirm, one that you too knew too well. He tried to press his thighs together only to be still blocked by your own leg, earning a muffled frustrated sound from the man.
A malicious grin spread across your face.
Joining lips with him again, covering up his lewd desperate sounds as your hands slithered down towards his belly. Just under his naval, you pressed two of your fingers, applying just the slightest of preassure.
Waterboy's breath caught at the back of his throat as he tried to soften his loud embarrassed yelp. A droplet was now undeniably forming at his flushed tip, but this time it wasn't precum. It wasn't his usual water powers either. You could see it clearly even through the layers of fabric, unmistakable just like the tears in the corners of his clear blue eyes.
Unzipping him quickly to which he didn't protest in the slightest, you watched his overstimulated frame, wondering how it took this little. Did he know you werw about to make him piss himself?
You reached towards his underwear, palming him through while slithering the other hand around his base. Pulling him out you could see the semi-hard lenght, saliva forming in your mouth. The yellow colored droplet separated from his tip just to be replaced by another. It stayed at the slit a little before lazily rolling down the rest of his shaft and your hand. The man ttied to say something, protest out of embarassement but the words came out a lewd mess, trembling.
Seeing his body react to the simplest of your touch sparked something in you, like flipping a switch.
He finally squeezed his legs together as you shifted your weight. You pressed your groin against his, still holding his dick that was now resting against your abdomen. Watching him with a careful eye, you couldn't look away even if you wanted to. The affects you had on him were addicting for both parties involved.
The right hand resting against his belly got ready for another deadly strike. The bladder was filled and right under the skin, liquid swashing around his inner walls in painful pulses. He didn't go the entire day and the full water botyle you gave him might just have been a bit too kuch for his body to handle. He might burst any second, the overflowing yellow stream would spill right on both of your clothes. He had to hold it in, he couldn't possibly live through this much embarrassemnt. What if the team found out? What is anyone found out? This could get him in serious trouble considering the fact you're trying to make him pee on the work grounds.
Your left hand stroked him in long lazy pumps throughout the entire thing, intoxicating his mind. His hands were curled in weak balls at his sides, unsuccessfully trying to hold onto anything.
Pressing down again, this time much bolder and rougher as he let out an embarassingly needy whine, obscuring his face with his hands so you couldn't see this state of his more than you already did. A yellowish stream shot of his dick in a small fountain, staining your shirt and your hands, the liquid falling down and pooling at the freshly cleaned shower floor.
It was torturous - the way you played with his bodily functions, not giving him the release he so desperately needed. He rolled his eyes back, not being able to say or do anything from the pleasure, bucking his hips deeper into the new sensation.
And the way he had to hold it all in, it was almost painful at this point, the glimpses of release you gave him every few seconds was enough to get him over the edge.
You did wanted to have more fun with him but you weren't merciless.
It was time to strike the final blow.
The hand on his dick gripped him tighter, the pumps becoming faster against the jerks of his shivering body. When your hand reached the head, you massaged it with your thumb, keeping the hold firm but not painful. At this point you were sure the moisture on his face came from the many tears and not just his powers.
His otherwise limp hands shot up to grip your hips for support. As you gave him one final pump, the ball of nerves in him snapped, letting the urine flow without the ability to stop it. You put strenght into the pressure on his abdomen, squeezing it deep to reach his bladder, helping him ride out both his climax and the piss. The warm yellow liquid poured over your hand, your stomach, your legs and almost all your clothes, making the fabric stick to your skin. The flowing stream didn't seem to stop, his semi-hard dick twitching as it tried to pumped out everything in a wave of blissful orgasmic relief. Due to his powers, there was quite a lot and you watched him shiver, whimper, hic and moan throughout every drop with a beating heart and satisfied grin. The yellow mixed with the white, now much less thick than usual. He couldn't even move anymore - his hips stayed positioned forward, his back still leaned on the wall for support, his eyes shut. The only thing was the trail still shooting out.
The droplets became more few and far-between until it finally stopped, the boy's cock becoming soft again.
The ground was a mess, the mixture of bodily fluids pooled at your feet, probably about to clog the drain. You were happy you weren't the one to clean it, bu maybe, just maybe you'd willingly drink it yourself if given the chance.
But that's something you'll leave for another time, now that you both found something new about each other.