Chapter 4: Climax Part 1
Beast Boy slowly opened his eyes, taking in the soft light of morning that streamed through the window. The previous night's passion still lingered in the air, heavy and tangible. His body was deliciously sore, and a lazy smile spread across his lips as he stretched, taking in the strange mixture of comfort from Trent's arms wrapped around him and the discomfort of the aches that came from an incredible, intense lovemaking session.
The unique sensations that Trent's god-like powers brought to the table only heightened their connection.
With barely a whisper, the two boys had explored one another's bodies and desires. Every touch, every kiss, and every connection was punctuated by the power that coursed through their veins.
Beast Boy reveled in the surreal image of the lovemaking session with Trent mere hours ago. How easily Trent's power could change the atmosphere of the room from an intense heat to a sudden chill that sent shivers down their spines.
Cleaning up the living room last night was no small feat. They had to mop the floors, wash the couch cushions, even the ceiling light had a few drops of their lovemaking. It wasn’t nearly as intoxicating as their passionate love-making, but Beast Boy couldn’t tear his eyes off of Trent.
They ended up getting a transmission that the team would be gone another day, so it turned out they didn’t need to rush to clean. Since they already had, they wasted no time and got right back to exploring each other’s bodies, this time in a better place to make a mess.It also meant they had all day today to themselves, and that thought made Beast Boy’s heart flutter in anticipation.
He wouldn’t be left to wonder alone for long. He looked over at the boy next to him, still under the covers, and saw Trent start to open his beautiful blue eyes right at him. "Good morning," he said in that deep, raspy voice that was even more captivating this early in the morning. It sent a shiver down Beast Boy's spine and he smiled.
"Morning," he replied in a hushed tone, but then propped himself up on his elbow, looking more intently at the young war-god. "How did you sleep?"
Trent returned the smile, "With you here, I slept better than I have in a long time," as he sat up and wrapped his arm around the green-skinned teenager.
Drawn together by an irresistible pull, they exchanged a lingering kiss, exploring each other with a tender intensity, while their hands wandered restlessly.
As they reconnected, all the details of their love-making sessions resurfaced; how Trent effortlessly lifted Beast Boy with one arm and used his godly power to stick them to the wall like a suction cup, allowing them to thrust and grind in mid-air, while the green-skinned boy wrapped his tail around the other's waist for more support.
Their legs intertwined as they passionately made out and rutted, skin slapping against skin, the sounds of their low growls and breathy moans like a soundtrack. The power coursing through their veins heightened every sensation, reaching depths of pleasure beyond what they already thought was possible.
Trent's god-like strength and control made every shift in position or motion seamlessly effortless. It was as if he knew exactly what Beast Boy needed before he even realized it himself.
After satisfying their primal hunger, Beast Boy lay beneath the god of war, still tingling and shivering with pleasure from their quick lovemaking. The cool air in the room seemed to have an energizing effect. Trent shifted to lie beside him, his body glistening with a mix of sweat from their intense activities, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"I could get used to this," he whispered, his fingers tracing down Beast Boy's chest, trailing over his abs, and resting it on his hip.
Beast Boy's heart thumped in his chest, feeling a strange mixture of contentment and elation. He turned his head to look at Trent, who looked at him with a warm and sincere expression, causing butterflies to take flight in his stomach.
“We should probably get up and make breakfast.” Trent said, slowly picking his body up. Beast Boy groaned, not wanting to move.
He threw his arm over his eyes to shield them from the light that seemed to be creeping through his room with each passing second. He stretched languidly, feeling a slight soreness but the memory of Trent's touch quickly erased any discomfort.
As he slowly opened his eyes, he took note of the familiar surroundings: the brown bedsheets tangled in a mess, plants native to Bialya on the nightstand that could use some watering, clothes unorganized, and a TV with a video game console on a stand to one side.
“Come on.” Trent said, putting his arms under Beast Boy’s shoulders and legs, lifting him off the bed bridal style. “Since no one else is here, we can at least do it naked.” Trent said with a smirk.
Beast Boy couldn't help but laugh at Trent's playful tone. It was hard to believe that just the night before, they had been entangled in a mess of bodies, sweat, and lust. Now, they were joking around as if nothing had changed.
But in reality, everything had changed.
Their friendship had blossomed into something so much more intimate - a connection they couldn't ignore. They had discovered each other's desires and limits, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with fervor and reverence.
They made pancakes for breakfast, well…Trent made pancakes for breakfast. Beast Boy was a little hesitant from seeing the war-god go all Spartan on the cupboards the night before, but he was right in that he sure could cook. They tasted great, but the real treat for each of them was watching the other move around Mount Justice completely naked.
The feel of their skin brushing up against one another was intoxicating enough, but being able to admire the contours and curves of their bodies with nothing left to the imagination was a scorching added bonus.
Beast Boy's arms flexed as he poured syrup on his pancakes, and Trent couldn't help but stare at the toned muscles on display. It was a wonder how his green skin could possibly add to the appeal, yet somehow it only made him seem more exotic and enticing.
The little sprinkle of freckles on his nose was the cherry on top of Beast Boy's allure.
Beast Boy's striking green eyes wandered over Trent's bare body as he moved around the kitchen, preparing the coffee. His well-defined chest, abs, and strong thighs all drew the green-skinned teen in mesmerizingly. Watching the war-god move with such confidence and self-assurance brought warmth to the depths of Beast Boy's core.
Trent turned his head and caught Beast Boy gazing at him.
There was something deeply intimate about watching one another as they prepared their meal, bare and exposed. The heat between them intensified. They knew they could have each other again, and very soon.
But as they sat together on the couch, enjoying their food and exchanging stolen glances, Beast Boy couldn't help but feel the thrill of something new - a risk they never thought they'd take. The excitement hung heavy in the air, entangled with the delicious aroma of pancakes smothered in syrup.
Beast Boy and Trent glanced over at each other, their eyes locking for a brief moment. Nothing was spoken between them; the silence that filled the space around them echoed with an electric tension just waiting to explode any second.
After breakfast, they rinsed off the dishes together in the sink and headed for the showers. They started kissing, but resolved to just let the warm water cascade over their newly explored, entwined bodies.
Hands slowly roamed over wet skin, refamiliarizing themselves with their discoveries from the previous night. The water from the showerhead ran down their toned chests, flanks, and legs in slick streams as they touched each other. Their fingers traced along well-defined muscles, caressing every inch as they stood beneath the spray. They reveled in feeling their green and blue eyes, full of pure, primal want, meeting under the veil of wet strands of hair that framed their faces.
The water cascading down their bodies made their skin prickle with goosebumps as they continued to explore each other with a renewed, fervent passion.
Their soapy hands wandered over every curve, every muscled peak, and every taut valley of each other's torsos. As their fingers slipped and danced with effervescent bubbles, electricity coursed through their veins.
Heat radiated from their skin, urging them to embrace, to feel, and to lose themselves in sensation. The water from the showerhead thundered in their ears as their lips met in a passionate, insatiable kiss.
Trent's strong hands gripped Beast Boy's waist, lifting him up against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Legs wrapped around his torso; they deepened their kiss as they ground their hips together with primal intensity. The green-skinned boy's back arched as he surrendered himself to the muscular god that held him.
“Wait…I want to try something,” Beast Boy spoke, blushing as he turned his head, “let’s go back to the room.”
A little disappointed they won’t continue to wander Mount Justice naked, but intrigued, Trent follows him back to his room.
In the stillness of the bedroom, Beast Boy slowly meets Trent's gaze; his heart thrums in his ears and a slight tremble seizes his hands. Turning into an animal may not be as straightforward as one might think, but there was no turning back now.
“You know how I can transform into any animal,” Beast Boy began, “well, I think I want to try that with you.”
His words hang heavy in the air as curiosity brightens Trent’s cerulean eyes.
“You want to try what?” Trent asks, incredulity dancing in his tone.
Beast Boy bites his lip, shyly averting his gaze for the briefest of moments before fixing his eyes on Trent once more. “I umm...I want to try being an animal this time,” he clarifies, trying to suppress the heat that rises in his cheeks.
Trent studies him for a moment, clearly considering the idea. Beast Boy was half-tempted to think Trent would laugh it off, but he surprises him by saying, “Alright. I want to see what you can do with your powers.”
And just like that, Beast Boy feels a tingling sensation run through his whole body. His muscles ripple with power as they begin to reshape and reform.
His legs stretch and shift downwards into a sleek and powerful tail, while hair sprouts across his entire body.
His jaw elongates, and his teeth sharpen into fearsome points. The deep green of his skin remains the same, and it takes on a shimmering quality - as if to mirror the lushness of a tiger's pelt. Gazing into Trent's eyes, Beast Boy can see a newfound fascination, mixed with a bit of shock at the sight before him.
"You look..." Trent hesitates, searching for the right words, "fucking incredible."
Beast Boy can't help but feel his confidence surge at Trent's reaction.
The awe in his eyes was intoxicating. Trent's gaze lingers on Beast Boy's face, taking in every detail of his new tiger form - the sharp fangs, the piercing green eyes, and the chiseled muscles that flex and ripple underneath his fur.
Trent steps closer, unable to resist the allure of this powerful creature that was once his friend.
"You're magnificent," Trent breathes, reaching out a hand to touch Beast Boy's furred chest.
Trent starts to pet Beast Boy behind the ears and down the side of his stomach, then he uses his god-like strength to pick the tiger Beast Boy up and flip him so he’s on the ground, belly up for a belly rub. Trent starts up higher, then drifts lower towards the sheathed cock.
The tiger form of Beast Boy spreads its legs wide, giving Trent full access to his newly-formed dick. Trent’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of it.
He leans down and runs his fingers gently down Beast Boy's sheath, feeling him shudder at the sensation.
"Fuck," Beast Boy groans from beneath him, his thighs trembling with anticipation.
Trent tentatively wraps his fingers around the base of Beast Boy's cock and begins to pump slowly. The green-skinned tiger arches his back, pushing his hips into Trent's grip.
Trent starts to stroke him faster, drawing a deep-throated growl from the beast. As Trent's hand moves up and down Beast Boy's length, he can't help but let his eyes wander to the sheathed cock. The sheath is tight and slick, with a small opening at the end that leaks pre-come.
Unable to resist, Trent leans down and swipes his tongue over the slit. The taste of Beast Boy's pre-come is intoxicating, making Trent's own dick twitch with want.
He continues to lick and probe the tip, wanting to taste every inch of this powerful creature.
Beast Boy's hips buck up, driving his cock deeper into Trent's mouth. His legs twitch with pleasure as Trent wraps his lips around the throbbing head and indulges himself in the taste.
"Oh, fuck, Trent," Beast Boy groans, his tail thumping against the ground as the pleasure of it all threatens to overwhelm him.
Trent grips Beast Boy's hips, his fingernails digging into the furred flesh.
His tongue swirls around the head of the green-skinned tiger's cock, exploring every inch of the tip as precome leaks out.
Beast Boy's legs shake with overwhelming pleasure, and he can't help but let out a deep growl. He lifts one leg up, resting it on Trent's shoulder, giving him better access to that pulsing member.
The sound of Trent's lips smacking against Beast Boy's taut flesh fills the room.
With a primal hunger, he devours every inch of the green-skinned tiger's cock, causing Beast Boy to writhe and moan with sheer ecstasy.
"Trent... oh fuck, you feel so good," Beast Boy growls, fisting his hands in Trent's short, raven-black hair. The sound of Trent's continued sucking and slurping reaches Beast Boy's ears, sending a shiver down his spine as he arches into the heat of Trent's mouth.
"Fuck, Trent. If you keep that up, I'm gonna come," Beast Boy hisses, his green tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.
But Trent doesn't relent. If anything, he redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and faster, while his fingers continue to explore the tiger's body.
"Yeah, come for me, baby," Trent growls, looking up at Beast Boy through his dark eyelashes.
Beast Boy throws his head back and roars, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot seed down Trent's throat. His body trembles with each wave of pleasure that crashes over him, leaving him breathless and panting.
Trent crawls up the tiger's body, a grin spreading across his face as he presses their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangle together, the taste of Beast Boy still on Trent's lips.
The moment doesn’t last long, as Trent stands up and heads over to the bed. Beast Boy whines as he follows his lover with his eyes.
Trent climbs on top of the bed, positioning himself with all fours as he twists his head back to his tiger form lover. “Well, I’m waiting.” Trent says as he offers his ass to his lover.
Stammered, Beast Boy blushes and says “Oh…I didn’t think…you don’t have…”
“Beast Boy, I can take it, I want it, now get off the floor and use that tiger tongue to lick my butt.” Trent demands.
“I want to feel that long, wet tongue of yours against my hole.”
His words hang heavy in the air, turning Beast Boy on even more than he already was. The thought of licking his partner's tight entrance sends waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
Beast Boy crawls over to the bed and positions himself behind Trent. With a gleam in his eyes, he dives into the task set before him, using his powerful tongue to explore his god-like lover's most intimate place.
His tongue dances along Trent's crack, tracing the muscle that separates his muscular cheeks, before delving into the tight entrance beyond. Trent's body tenses as Beast Boy's tongue invades him, a low rumble reverberating through his chest.
"Fuck, Beast Boy, that feels incredible," Trent groans, pushing back to meet the tiger's eager tongue.
Beast Boy relishes in the feel of Trent's tight entrance against his tongue, the taste of him on his taste buds a newfound desire he never realized he had. His tail swishes back and forth excitedly, mirroring the motions of his probing tongue.
Trent's muscles clench around Beast Boy's tongue, his breathing becoming labored and uneven. "Oh, fuck, I'm ready.
Just fuck me already, Beast Boy," Trent groans, pushing his ass back towards the tiger-like creature.
Beast Boy doesn't hesitate, his now unsheathed cock twitching and throbbing in anticipation. He positions himself behind Trent, his front paws resting in front of the god-like warrior's shoulders as he lines up his entrance with the tip of his sheathed cock.
He pushes forward, feeling the head of his cock breach Trent's tight entrance.
A low, guttural growl rumbles in Beast Boy's chest as he senses the god-like warrior tense beneath him, a shiver of pleasure-pain running down his spine.
"Oh, fuck, Beast Boy, you're so big," Trent groans, his voice hoarse with unbridled lust.
Beast Boy doesn't respond, his mind a haze of pleasure as he sinks deeper into Trent's welcoming heat.
The friction of their bodies meeting elicits a series of low, primal growls from the both of them, Trent's hips meeting Beast Boy's slow, deliberate thrusts.
The two of them find a rhythm, a syncopated dance that leaves them breathless with anticipation. Beast Boy's claws dig softly into Trent's shoulders, leaving small crescent-shaped marks that fade as quickly as they appear.
Their bodies glisten with sweat, a sheen that catches the soft light of the room and paints them in a golden hue.
The tightening and releasing of Trent's muscles in response to Beast Boy's thrusts drives him insane with pleasure, their primal moans and gasps filling the room like a heartbeat.
Beast Boy's cock stretches and fills Trent, plunging deep into his inner sanctum like a stallion claiming its mare. His movements hasten, driving into Trent like a piston seeking release, while the god beneath him writhes and growls in sheer ecstasy.
Beast Boy's predatory instincts take over him, and the animalistic side to him roars to life. His sheathed dick pistoning in and out of Trent's dripping hole, his abs flexing with every drive and thrust.
The tension between their bodies builds, thickening into an aching, throbbing knot of pleasure and desperation, consuming everything in its path.
"Fuck," Trent groans, throwing his head back and exposing his neck. The cords of his muscles tighten and ripple as he pushes back, forcing Beast Boy's dick even deeper inside him.
Beast Boy's teeth clench together tightly, his eyes rolling back as he feels his balls slap rhythmically against Trent's, the sensation threatening to overwhelm him. He grips Trent's hips, desperately thrusting into him with all the strength he can muster.
Their bodies slap together, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the space between them.
"Oh, fuck, Beast Boy. Just like that," Trent growls, his body moving in perfect sync with the tiger's thrusts.
The tantalizing feeling builds and builds until Trent's muscles strain beneath him, and he cries out a warning, "Beast Boy, I'm gonna come!"
Beast Boy roars in response, his thrusts turning frantic as they reach their breaking points. Their hot seeds collide in a messy and explosive love potion as they climax simultaneously. Beast Boy changes back to his normal form and collapses onto Trent, breathless and exhausted as both of their bodies tremble and shake in the aftershocks of their intense orgasms.
Their skin glistens with sweat, and they struggle to catch their breath as they cling to one another.
“Fuck, Trent,” Beast Boy groans, still buried deep inside Trent’s still-pulsing entrance.
“Goddamn, Garfield,” Trent responds, breathlessly.
Beast Boy chuckles, despite the sensitive and tingling feeling in his cock, as they take a moment to regain their composure, their foreheads pressed together with their bodies intertwined in a sticky embrace.
"What's so funny?" Trent asks with a sly grin, one hand drawing winding figures on Beast Boy's back while the other playfully tweaks one of his nipples.
Beast Boy pants in response, "Nothing, just... never thought I'd end up as a tiger doing the dirty tango with the god of war."
Trent's grin turns into a chuckle of his own, their laughter entwining as tightly as their bodies do.
He hoists Beast Boy up, turning him onto his back before collapsing beside him, both of them still slick with a mixture of sweat and semen.
"Fuck, Garfield," Trent murmurs, tracing a lazy pattern on Beast Boy's chest. "You never cease to amaze me."
"Mmm, the feeling's mutual, Trent," Beast Boy replies, before shifting into a labrador retriever and licking Trent's hand. The god of war simply laughs and scratches behind his ear.
"You never fail to surprise me, Gar," Trent murmurs.
Beast Boy shifts back to his human form, a satisfied smile on his face. "I try my best," he quips. He tries to stay strong, but Trent could see the exhaustion flow over his face. He could feel it himself. It was barely afternoon the day after a night filled with sex, and now they’ve had a morning filled with sex as well. He could get used to this.
Beast Boy and Trent lay on the bed, two bodies intertwined on a brown canvas of sheets, the scent of sweat mingling with their breaths. They were in that euphoric phase of post-coital bliss, the moment where the world ceased to exist beyond their own little haven.
Beast Boy ran a hand down Trent's chest, marveling at the way the god's muscles flexed under his gentle touch. Trent could feel Beast Boy's eyes on him, that familiar, adoring gaze that will always make his heart flutter.
He looked at the green-skinned superhero, admiring the way the soft light from the sun outside filtered in through the window and illuminated the little hairs on his arms, making him look almost ethereal.
Beast Boy smiled, a soft, gentle expression that held a world of meaning in its depths. Trent's heart stuttered in his chest, and he couldn't help but lean in, pressing their lips together in a sweet, lingering kiss.
The kiss was soft, yet passionate, and it was a testament to how much they meant to each other in just the span of a few days. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, and it was as if they were always meant to be.
Reluctantly, Trent broke the kiss, taking a moment to gaze into Beast Boy's eyes. There was a spark in those deep green depths, a fire that was only ignited when they were together. It was a fire Trent never wanted to extinguish.
They weren’t sure who fell asleep first, but the wave of exhaustion hit them both.