Page 7 of Static/Cling

Leif collapsed on his back, giggling, while Bjorn set aside the cold coffee dregs to yank his shoes off and toss them away.

The electric hum under his skin vibrated with the need for release, standing the hairs along his arms on end.

Leif ghosted fingers over the raised hairs. “Zap me,” he whispered.

Bjorn’s heart skipped. He always asked that, and Bjorn always wanted to say no. But the glow of Leif’s eyes and the half grin on his face always convinced him it would be fine. He skipped his fingertips over the side of Leif’s neck.

“Mmm. That is so weird.” He grinned wider. “Now kiss me.”

“I don’t take orders from you, you know.” But he did lower himself over the arm of the couch to get close enough for a kiss.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Shut up.” He trailed his lips over the scar Leif hated, flicking his tongue out and letting the electric sizzle kiss along the more sensitive tissue.

“Don’t do that.” Turning his head, Leif found his lips again and for a moment, soaked up all of Bjorn’s attention.

When his brain cleared again, it was because Leif had clasped one of his wrists and was guiding his hand down between them. Leif had shoved his own loose jeans down off his hips and now he clasped Bjorn’s hand around his freed cock.

“I’m not going to zap your dick,” Bjorn told him.

“So you say.” Leif grinned into their kiss. “But then you always say that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You never do.” He bucked his hips, sliding his cock inside Bjorn’s fist. “Give me electric come, and I promise, I’ll blow you after.”

“Electric come?”

Leif giggled again. “Do it. You know you want to.”

He sort of did. Even though he worried one of these times he wouldn’t be able to control it, he still loved the effect his little discharges had on Leif’s body.

Focusing his attention on the feel of silky skin against his palm, he imagined the tiny arch of lightning skimming along their skin.

Leif gasped and thrust into his hand. “Again.” He threw his head back, giving Bjorn free access to his bared throat. He clasped his lips over it and sucked between his teeth a bit of skin right next to his scar, worrying it as he let a tiny bit more of his power lick along Leif’s cock.

Leif groaned and bucked against him, begging in gasping pants, faster and faster the more Bjorn sucked at his neck and discharged his electricity, until Leif stiffened against him, breath caught and a long, low groan leaving his throat while come spilled over Bjorn’s fingers.

Finally, he went limp under Bjorn and nuzzled his face into the crook of Bjorn’s neck. “Fuck, that always feels amazing.” He kissed Bjorn’s neck, practically purring against him.

Bjorn cradled his head, relishing the brief, tender moment before Leif pushed him off.

“Yeah.” He rolled against the back of the couch. “Gonna crush you. Can’t hold myself up forever.”

“Good.” Leif shook himself. “Get up.” He pushed and tugged at Bjorn until Bjorn was standing in front of him. “Pants,” Leif ordered.

Before Bjorn even moved to comply, Leif was undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. He barely had time to help get his dick free before it was in Leif’s mouth.

“Leif.” He cupped a hand at the back of his friend’s head, skimming fingers through his silky-soft hair. The feel of the strands against his completely electricity-free palm was heaven. This was the only time he ever felt things without the insulating hum of power between him and the world. Even when he accidentally discharged what felt like all of his energy—say, shorting out an elevator—he never felt completely normal.

But getting Leif off with mostly those tiny electric shocks always depleted him and let him feel the world—and his lover—like a normal person, and he revelled in it. Unlike for Leif, all that electricity trapped inside his own body was not conducive to getting off. Only once Leif had absorbed it all into his own orgasm was Bjorn relaxed enough to feel that perfect tension building in his body.

“Babe,” he panted, trying hard not to spasm his fingers and tangle them into Leif’s hair. “Suck,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Hmm.” Leif pressed his tongue to the underside of Bjorn’s cock and swallowed hard, bringing his dick to the very back of his throat.

“Oh. Jesus. Yeah.” He pushed deeper, feeling the tight constriction of Leif’s throat around his tip. “God. I’m gonna…” Every muscle tightened, much like it did just before a major energy release, but this time, the release coalesced in his groin and his balls drew up tight. His throat closed over his ability to speak, and he grunted as come pulsed out of him.

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