Thick as Thieves Ch. 23 (Marvel) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Making bad decisions~

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The problem with ending it at just some kissing is that the more they kiss, the handsier Gwen gets. It quickly becomes obvious to Cameron that she wants more than a makeout session based on where her hands are starting to wander. They’re rapidly crossing the point of no return in which he could stop her and reasonably pretend like he didn’t realize she wanted more than to kiss him.

In the end… Cameron pulls back, dragging Gwen away from him for a moment.

“Wait.”

His voice is raspy and thick with desire, even as Gwen stares at him through the goggles of her half-raised mask. Her lips begin to turn downwards into a disappointed frown, but Cameron isn’t done talking.

“Not… not here. Too open.”

Yes, he finds himself unable to completely shut this down. Call it what you will… a moment of weakness, perhaps. But in the end, he doesn’t tell her to stop or say that this is as far as they’ll go. Instead, he just says that they can’t do anything here on this rooftop, not with the possibility of being seen or heard being way too damn high.

Looking around them, Gwen bites her lower lip but ultimately nods in agreement. Meanwhile, Cameron is torn. Obviously, the safest place for them to go… would be Loki’s demesne. Just like when he and Felicia had fucked there with Lady Loki joining in. Only… Cameron isn’t ready for Gwen to know about Lady Loki or where his new powers come from.

In the back of his mind, he can feel his patron goddess’ amusement. She’s not upset by what he’s doing… far from it. Rather, she seems to find his current quandary rather humorous. Of course, unlike Cameron, Gwen doesn’t have a quandary at all… so while he’s waffling, she grabs him by the hand and drags him towards the roof access.

They’re inside of the building’s stairwell a moment later and as soon as they get to the first landing, Gwen pushes him back against the wall with some of her enhanced strength. Cameron gasps as his back hits the brick work, watching as Gwen drops into a flexible crouch right then and there, right in front of him.

She reaches up and pulls her mask and hood fully off at that point… and Cameron, reciprocating, lets his illusionary disguise drop, revealing his true features. They stare at one another, her looking up and him looking down… and then Gwen’s gloved fingers deftly undo his pants and pull out his cock, taking it and stroking it as Cameron groans in appreciation.

At the same time as Gwen is leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his dick, Cameron sends a request to Lady Loki. Just a request, not a demand or a command… but a simple ask, really. All he wants… is for her not to watch.

It’s not that he minds her watching of course, but in this case he would feel even guiltier about doing this with Gwen if he knew she was seeing everything while Gwen didn’t even know about his connection to her.

In the end, Lady Loki’s amusement grows for a moment… before she pulls back and he feels her taking her focus off of him for the time being. In an instant it becomes just him and Gwen in the stairwell, just as intended.

Meanwhile, unaware of this byplay, Gwen happily takes Cameron in her mouth. She begins sucking at his cock dutifully, getting him rock hard in no time at all as she bobs up and down his length. The entire time, she’s staring up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, sucking and slurping away while maintaining absolute eye contact.

She also reaches down and under his growing shaft, fondling his churning balls with one of her hands as she goes. The sounds fill the stairwell, even as Cameron does his best to hold back his voice. At the same time, doing so feels like a disservice to what Gwen is trying to do for him… and so in the end, he does groan a bit, showing her how much he’s enjoying her efforts.

Finally, once he’s fully erect and twitching and pulsating in Gwen’s mouth, she pulls back off of his cock with a pop. Cameron initially thinks that he might try to return the favor for her. To switch places and place his mouth on her pussy in return. An equal exchange of oral sex and all that.

But that’s not part of Gwen’s plan. Without further ado, she all but leaps up into his arms, forcing Cameron to catch her with a grunt as she wraps her own arms around his neck. Then, showing off some of her flexibility, Gwen reaches down between them both and fiddles with the crotch of her costume for a moment before grabbing ahold of Cameron’s cock and bringing it up to a suddenly exposed warm, wet slit.

As Cameron’s breath hitches, Gwen gives him a crooked grin.

“Gotta have some way of going to the bathroom quickly on long patrols.”

His throbbing cockhead presses against her drooling slit down below and Gwen swivels her hips, gyrating them and teasing him a bit… before sinking right down onto his shaft. Cameron’s hands, meanwhile, slide along to her ass, gripping hard through her suit and making Gwen moan in response as she shudders and clenches down on his cock.

Her lips find his again a moment later and what follows… well, it’s exactly what one would think. They kiss and makeout some more while Gwen bounces on Cameron’s cock and he leans back against the wall for support. His hands on her ass help hold her aloft even as she clings to him like a spider monkey, holding on with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Gwen’s pussy feels tighter than Felicia’s… though that doesn’t make it better. Just… different. There’s definitely an element of Gwen’s enhanced strength involved, her cunt muscles clenching down harder on his cock than Felicia’s can.

At the same time, Cameron’s own enhanced strength means that Gwen can’t quite keep him in one place. He thrusts up into her from below as she bounces on his dick, both of them grunting and groaning and moaning into each other’s mouths all the while.

Every time he thrusts, Gwen’s powerfully tight pussy spasms around his shaft, clenching and unclenching rhythmically. All the while, their tongues are dueling between their mouths, their lips swallowing the noises each other is making.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the stairwell despite them both being mostly clothed still. And their bodies are pressed together hard, both of them holding onto the other for dear life. Was this the right thing to do? Cameron doubted it… but if it was wrong, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be right.

Instead, he lets himself drown a bit in the pleasure and debauchery of this depraved act. He fucks his childhood best friend in the fucking stairwell of some abandoned, rundown building and he enjoys every last second of it. Gwen does too, judging by the way her cunt spasms even harder at certain points and her cries, swallowed by his mouth, increase in volume.

She definitely cums for him a couple of times before Cameron reaches his own breaking point and tips over the edge with a muffled groan. He shudders as he spills his seed deep inside of Gwen, filling her to the brim. In return, she quivers and trembles, moaning into his lips and holding him all the more tightly until his balls are completely emptied.

And then… it’s done. Both of them are left panting a bit, though not really from the physical exertion. Rather, it’s what they’ve done together just now that has them staring into each other’s eyes. Cameron can’t help but wonder if this was a mistake… but he’s also not going to voice that thought out loud.

Meanwhile, Gwen just smiles softly, her pussy still milking the last of his release.

“… I’m glad we found each other again, Cameron.”

That… Cameron smiles back, just a little bit.

“So am I, Gwen.”

And that’s the end of that, basically. There’s still them getting disentangled and fixing up their clothes and making their way out of the stairwell, but that’s pretty much the last thing of substance that the two of them exchange before parting ways. That and a reassurance that both of them would be keeping an eye on the Wilson Fisk and James Wesley situation in the coming days.

As much as Cameron wanted to hope they’d succeeded tonight, there was still the possibility of something going wrong. James Wesley should turn… but what if he died in custody before he could? Cameron wanted to say he had faith in the FBI to keep Wesley alive, but obviously he didn’t have much faith in anything authority-related, truth be told. Using the government to try to take Fisk down was all well and good, but he was all too ready for the other shoe to drop.

That’s why, rather than go home… Cameron heads immediately to Felicia and his brother. His mentor had agreed to watch over Brandon while they were dealing with Fisk tonight, just in case. And so Cameron makes his way to her side, not just to check in on them and inform her of the night’s success… but also to tell her what had happened between him and Gwen.

“Cameron.”

Felicia’s voice is warm and welcoming as he comes up alongside her. She smiles at him and Cameron finds himself squirming a bit under her gaze. This in turn prompts her smile to drop and a frown to take its place.

“How did the night go? Did something go wrong?”

Shaking his head, Cameron sighs.

“Nothing went wrong. Everything has gone perfectly so far. It’s… what happened afterwards that I have to tell you about. Gwen came onto me and I… I reciprocated.”

Felicia blinks… and then laughs.

“Oho~ Who knew the little spider had it in her? Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you… in fact that’s exactly what I was aiming for where the two of you were concerned. You can manage an awful lot by keeping in her good graces, you know.”

Cameron knows exactly what she means. Which is why he also doesn’t think Felicia fully understands what he’s saying.

“Felicia… we fucked in a stairwell.”

That brings the cat burglar to a full stop. Her amusement and glittering eyes disappear as she stares at him for a long moment.

“Oh?”

Guilt wells up inside of Cameron as he slowly nods.

“She kissed me and I kissed her back. I told her we shouldn’t do it on a rooftop out in the open but I didn’t tell her to stop entirely. One thing led to another and we… did the deed in the stairwell.”

Humming, Felicia tilts her head to the side.

“You know, a lady doesn’t like a gentleman who kisses and tells, Cameron. Why are you telling me this?”

Furrowing his brow, Cameron frowns.

“Because… because I care about you. Because you deserve to know. And because… I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

That gets an arched brow from his mentor.

“Not sorry enough not to do it in the moment though, hm?”

Cameron winces… because Felicia is right. He was coming clean immediately and apologizing, but he’d known in the moment that he was likely making a mistake and betraying someone’s trust… possibly Felicia herself. And now here they stood, her upset with him and he-

“I’m not mad at you.”

Wait, what? Cameron blinks as the amusement comes right back, Felicia’s green eyes glittering with humor once more.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist messing with you for a second there. I don’t mind that you fucked your spider, Cameron. In fact, I’m impressed… I never managed the same with MY spider.”

Cameron blinks even more at that. Felicia was… well, that was a lot wasn’t it?

“He always had someone else though. From the sound of things, our own pet do-gooder doesn’t have anyone in her life like that. Spider-Man might be her mentor, but he’s a family man at this point and I doubt she’s a homewrecker.”

Looking pleased, Felicia nods.

“This is good, Cameron. Use that connection. Don’t hesitate to abuse it if you have to. These spiders… they’re always much stronger than you think. They wind up operating way below their weight classes. So, if you can keep one in your back pocket for a rainy day… you definitely should.”

Lady Loki steps in then, having returned to watching through his eyes after he and Gwen finished up.

Your mentor has a point. That woman will make a powerful asset for your purposes.

Cameron, mouth a little dry, nevertheless nods at both of them. He still felt a bit guilty… but apparently, he’d been wrong to think he was betraying Felicia at least. Gwen’s trust or his own tattered conscience were still up in the air… but for now, he’d simply take the win.

They’d done it, after all. They’d toppled the Kingpin. That was worth celebrating, if nothing else.

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