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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Captain America Vs. Superman {Part 1}

Chris Evans X Reader X Henry Cavill

Warning: Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), Adult Suggestive Conversation

Word Count: 5.9K

Note: Guyyyyyyyyys! Aaaaah! I finally did a one shot. Holy S&*& me, a one shot. Alexa play “I’m Coming out.” Hope you guys enjoy this. It was inspired by this.

This will be posted in two parts as this has tipped into the 13k realm. Soo I guess that means it’s technically not a one shot then. Damn.

I know this is not what I should be working on, but I had this idea dn had to get it out.

**Loosely edited**

**Loosely Proofread**

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"Well, I have a cape," Henry boasted.

"Who needs a cape when you have a shield? Which I have," Chris countered.

"Who needs a shield when you're bulletproof? Which I am, Henry continued.

Chris smirked.

"I can lift Thor's hammer that means I'm worthy always have been, always will be," he bragged with a cocky shoulder shrug.

Henry snorted and shook his head.

"I was sent to Earth to be its salvation and savior, I was born to be worthy of an entire planet and species," Henry finished exhaling a breath on his fingernails before rubbing them on his white button down shirt. He then looked at Chris as if to say, "beat that."

The two of them stood there in the kitchen of your home going back and forth. It had always been like this throughout your seven-year friendship. You met Chris through work as a casting agent and then met Henry, and in Hollywood, everyone knew each other. Everyone interacted, and it didn't take long for Henry and Chris to strike up a friendship. They both had so much in common.

Over the years the friendship between the three if you strengthened and it wasn't long before you three were referred to as the three musketeers where you were Chris was, and Henry wasn't too far behind. That only made the rumor mill go wild with crazy ideas that the three of you had a progressive relationship. Of course, it wasn't true, but that never stopped a rumor.

Although you were their friends, you were also human and red-blooded, you were not immune to the beauty either of them held. You were not impervious to the sex appeal that rolled off of them. You recognized they were attractive men physically, and because of your friendship, you knew they were equally as attractive inside.

For the last few months, your hormones had been going crazy, and nothing you did or how far you went from them could calm you down. You kept dreaming of them and ogling over their bodies, and you were mortified the first time you masturbated with thoughts of them. It was a job and a half to pretend everything was fine and normal when all you wanted to do was sit on one of their faces with the other's cock balls deep in your mouth.

"Doesn't this get old guys? Seven years and still comparing whose is bigger?"

You shook your head and walked past them into the kitchen toward the fridge and took out the bottle of tequila you held in there. Not bothering to take a glass down, you took the bottle to the head and blew out in an effort to cool your flaming taste buds.

"You do realize that neither of you are the actual characters, right? You're not Captain America, and you're not Superman. You are mere men playing roles," you reasoned.

Both of them looked to you as if you'd popped their hubris filled bubbles. You shrugged and took another mouthful of your favorite liquor and hopped onto the counter across from them.

Henry approached you and took the tequila bottle from you and took a few gulps of his own before he spoke; "Where've you been for the last four days?"

"I took a Hollywood break. I went for a little retreat in Phoenix."

"What's in Phoenix?" Chris asked, approaching your other side, taking the outstretched bottle from Henry before you could take it back. He took a swig but didn't grimace. Your eyes dropped to his still tequila dampened lips, and you sucked your own bottom lip into your mouth as you felt your temperature rise a slight bit.

You cleared your throat and yanked the bottle from him and took several gulps before lowering it.

"Maybe slow down a little Y/N," Henry cautioned.

You looked to him and stared into his heavenly blue orbs and got lost.

"Y/N, you all right?"

You looked away and stared out in front of you for a long while.

"Yeah, I'm good. Netflix or poker?"

You hopped off the counter, walked to the living room, and plopped onto the couch. Chris and Henry soon followed and sat on either side of you, Chris held the deck of cards, and Henry held the chips. You smiled.

"Don't act like a girl when I beat both your asses and take you for everything you're worth."

Chris and Henry laughed in unison.

"Care to put a wager on those huge cojones you're bragging about?" Chris asked.

You smiled a mischievous smile because you may have just figured out the solution to your problem.

"I would. Whoever wins gets an IOU of their choice, anything they want must be done no matter what," you proposed.

Both Henry and Chris looked at each other, no doubt thinking the way you worded it was peculiar and specific. You didn't speak; you just allowed them to make their own decisions while looking as innocent as possible. Chris was the first to agree, followed by a reluctant Henry. You smiled to yourself hoping tonight you were lady luck. You situated around the coffee table and began playing.

After the first game, Chris took the early lead, but by the fourth game, Henry was in the lead with you staggering behind them both. It was all part of your plan. Every win they became cockier and cockier, and every win they drank more and more. You knew they both could hold their liquor but they both had limits. You needed to push those limits. If you remained in the back, they would never know what hit em when you took the lead which is what happened in the sixth game.

When all was said and done after the tenth game, you were the sole winner holding all their chips and the prize. You tried to keep a straight face you didn't want to give away the fact that you'd finessed them without them even suspecting a thing.

"I regret the day I taught you all my tricks," Henry said.

You and Chris laughed loudly for a long time before Henry joined in. As your laughter slowly receded, you finished the fourth bottle of tequila and sighed out.

"All right, I'm a man of my word, you know. You get your IOU, but you don't get to hold onto it for weeks and weeks. You gotta use it within this week your deadline is next weekend," Chris demanded.

You smirked.

"No problem, I already know what I want."

Chris and Henry looked at you and then each other.

"You do. All right then what is it you want? Henry asked.

You reached for the last bottle of tequila opened it and took a few gulps hoping it would steel your nerves and get rid of the nervousness in the pit of your stomach.

"Both of you."

The room filled with silence, and the two men looked at each other confused etched across their features.

"Uh, both of us. What does that mean? What do you want from both of us?" Henry questioned in his prime and proper British accent.

You felt a new wave of confidence and bit your bottom lip as you looked to Henry first.

"Your hands, your fingers, your arms--,"

Looking across to Chris you continued; "Your lips, your mouth, your face--,"

Looking back and forth between the two, you finished; "Your tongue."

Henry and Chris looked dumbfounded as they stared at you. Neither of them spoke or blinked hell you didn't know if either of them were breathing anymore. You sat there looking at the both of them trying to read them, but they were unreadable. After nearly four minutes of silence, they looked to each other. Chris sucked in a breath and rubbed across his face groaning.

"Jesus, I must be drunk because I don't think I heard you right."

"Yeah, me either."

"You both heard correct. I said what I said, and I meant what I said."

"To break through this tequila haze; say that again," Chris pleaded.

You took a deep breath and released it in a rush. Yes, this was probably random as fuck and completely unexpected but was it really that farfetched? You took another drink from the tequila bottle and began again.

"I want you both."

"I--I got that part," Chris began.

"Yeah me too, maybe the part about--parts you should repeat," Henry clarified.

You smirked and pinched your lips.

"I want your hands, your fingers and your arms Henry and I want your lips, your mouth, your face Chris, and both of your tongues."

Henry sunk back into his seat and grabbed the tequila bottle from you and chugged a few gulps. As soon as he lowered it, Chris leaned over and took it from him to echo the same actions. You sat there looking between them thinking you'd broken them. Just when you thought someone was going to speak, they took another swig of tequila.

After about five minutes, you lost your patience.

"Come on, guys. This can't have been that farfetched or that crazy."

"You're kidding, right. You're drunk. This is the tequila talking. It has to be," Chris surmised.

"I'm not drunk."

They both got up and paced the room, leaving you seated on the floor.

"And yes this is crazy. Y/N, are you hearing yourself? Where is this coming from?" Henry questioned stooping in front of you arms crossed with a desperate look on his face.

"We've been friends for seven years, and I trust you both--,"

"So this is an experimentation type of thing then, you'd rather it be us then two other people you don't trust," Chris interrupted.

"No, this isn't experimentation. This is me wanting the two of you because for the last few months I've been looking at you way past platonic," you blurted out.

Both of them gaped at you. You were starting to regret saying anything.

"So you mean you want us, want us at the same time?" Henry clarified then looked at Chris.

"Months? You've wanted this for months?" Chris asked.

"Yes. It's taken over almost everything. I needed to get out of town to get a grip, but that did nothing."

Henry stooped down before you.

"You went to Phoenix because of us?"

"Is this really so unbelievable guys? Is this so unfathomable?" You asked making a circle with your finger at each of you.

They remained silent, both deep in their thoughts as they gazed at you. Chris looked to Henry who looked back at him and spoke some unspoken language. They both sighed out. Chris stroked his beard, and Henry rubbed his forehead then raked his fingers through his black curls.

“No,” they spoke in unison.

You perked up and looked between them.

“So—you want me too?”

Both of them stood and walked across the room, standing as far from you as possible. You stared at them expectantly.

“You’re beautiful Y/N; you know that,” Chris spoke.

“Everyone knows it,” Henry filled in.

“That is not what I asked. I asked if you want me too?”

You stood, giving them a full view. Their eyes never left your face though.

“There is a line that probably shouldn’t be crossed. We have been friends for a long time; if we crossed that line then our friendship wouldn’t be the same,” Henry explained.

“Why not? We’ll still be the same people. You two will always be my best friends, no matter what.”

You stepped closer to the both of them and didn’t stop until you were only a few feet from them both.

“I’ll ask again. Do-you-want-me?”

They stared at you, and you could tell you were wearing them down. Chris groaned out, and Henry breathed exasperatedly.

“Of course, we want you. We’d have to be dead not to. You’re perfect beauty and brains.”

“All right then,” you finished closing the gap between you. You put your hand on both their chest and trailed it down the center of their body over their hard abs and to the top of their pants. Once your fingers touched the buttons to their pants, they both leaped back and away from you. You groaned and dropped your head back.

“Uuugh, what is your problem?”

“We should think about this. We’ve all had quite a bit to drink. So we should stop, think and really figure out if this is a good move or even something we really want sober,” Chris reasoned.

“That last bit specially directed to you. Things look differently when we’re sober,” Henry added.

You watched them both make their way to the threshold of the living room.

“Wow, so this is what rejection feels like.”

“We’re not rejecting you. we want what’s best for you and want you to be sure what you really want before any lines are crossed,” Chris explained.

“We care about you Y/N, we’d never do anything that would end up hurting you,” Henry added.

You looked between them. Any other woman may have thought this was sweet, and they were being considerate and perfect gentlemen, but you right now stuck with your sexual frustrations and needs for both of them felt as if they were chickening out or trying to let you down gently. No matter the case, you were annoyed. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Fine, go, think, sober up, do whatever the hell you want.”

You walked to the tequila bottle and drank some more.

“You know the way out. good night.”

You walked away toward your bedroom, leaving them there. You were horny and frustrated, and since they wouldn’t help, you had to turn to your vibrator yet again.

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One day passed no call and no Chris or Henry, then two, then four, and by day five you began to panic. You hadn’t seen them or called them because of humiliation beginning to set in. They didn’t call; they didn’t stop by; they were absent from your lunches and your apartment. Usually, when they were in town you always had dinner together, and more times than not lunch as well. It was cold turkey, and your mind was beginning to overthink. You wondered if you’d crossed a line, if you’d taken too big of a risk with voicing your wants, you wondered if you’d freaked them out and their only answer was to avoid you.

By the time Friday came, you were a huge ball of anxiety, fear, and doubts. You must have pulled up their numbers in your phone fifty times only to exit out without dialing. Half of you felt like you should call and apologize and downplay what you said and blame it on the alcohol like Jamie said. The other half went super aggressive and said fuck them they’d be damn lucky to be in the situation you’d offered. Needless to say, you were a mess. You tried to go about your week like normal, and for the most part, you were successful. You kept yourself busy, and it helped because you didn’t have a moment to yourself. Idle hands did the devil’s work after all.

You groaned and stretched back in your office chair. It was eight o’clock on a Friday night, and you still hadn’t left work. You still had a few more things to tend to before you were comfortable leaving, and you weren’t in any rush to get home to the quiet and your thoughts. With your eyes closed, you took several calming breathes trying to find the energy to finish up. After a few minutes, you sat back up and continued. The sound of your phone chiming brought your attention away. You looked at your phone and saw two new unread messages.

You took up the device and saw Chris’ name on your screen. You hovered your thumb over the message and felt your nerves spike, and you didn’t know why. You shook it off and opened the message.

MSG Chris: Dinner tonight?

You narrowed your eyes at the message as if it were actually him. He had some nerve, you thought. Ignore you for a week and then out the blue send some vague message like you were some random woman after the dick. You kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes, dropping your phone back on the desk and focusing again on your work. You ignored the urge to pick it back up and willed yourself to focus. Your phone chimed again and again, and still, you ignored it.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you got me all fucked up if you think this is goin’ down like this.”

Another five minutes passed and in came another chime. You took a peek and saw the message preview read, “Don’t play hard to get now.” You kissed your teeth again and took up your phone and looked through the messages.

MSG Chris: Not gonna answer me?

MSG Chris: Come on Y/N, don’t be like this.

MSG Chris: Don’t play hard to get now, you know you want to come.

You focused on the word “come” and wondered if he was playing on words and was being fresh. A smirk tickled your lips until you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You sighed and shook your head.

MSG: Whatever, I don’t play hard to get, I am hard to get.

MSG Chris: I don’t doubt that for one minute. So, dinner tonight?”

MSG: I already ate.

MSG Chris: Liar. I drove by your place your car isn’t there. That means you’re still at the office. Stop what you’re doing and come eat.

You rolled your eyes.

MSG: Why are you driving by my house anyway aren’t you avoiding me like a heathen avoids church?

MSG Chris: LMAO. I’ve never avoided you. Come to dinner. I’ll let you choose the restaurant even that Hibachi place you know I hate.

MSG: You only hate it because the owner likes Superman better than Captain America. Don’t be salty.

MSG Chris: Whatever. You wanna come or not?

Again, your eyes darted to the word “come.” You bit your bottom lip and heard your stomach growl. The decision was made already.

MSG: Fine, but it’s the Hibachi place you hate.

MSG Chris: I wouldn’t expect anything else from you. Thirty minutes enough time to get there?

MSG: Make it an hour I still have some stuff to do.

MSG Chris: Thirty.

MSG: Excuse me? You’re not my daddy.

MSG Chris: Make it thirty, and I will be.

You widened your eyes and read the last message again and again. The defiance in you was tempted to purposely show up past thirty minutes, but the curiosity in you wanted to get there early. You sat there for five more minutes before you got up and prepared to leave.

The drive wasn’t too bad, especially for a Friday night. You expected horrible back ups, but you were pleasantly surprised to find it moving. It took you fifteen minutes to get from your office to the restaurant when normally it would have taken twenty or more. You sat in your car and looked at yourself. You reapplied your lipstick, took down your hair and spritzed yourself with perfume. Once you walked inside, it was thirty minutes on the dot.

“Y/N, welcome back!”

You smiled brightly at the owner and hugged him.

“You know me can’t stay away for too long.”

He laughed and pulled his wife forward.

“Hi Y/N, happy to see you.”

She kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly. You loved this place the food was good; the atmosphere was easy going and the people were friendly what more was needed. The ritzy restaurants in this town were nice and everything but nothing compared to a place that made you feel like family.

“Go ahead to your table. I’ll send someone over to begin shortly.”

“Thank you.”

You walked away, making your way to your table. It was the same one you always sat when you came here, and it was always held open in case you came by. You stepped up the three steps and saw the two heads at the table and felt the butterflies begin. You straightened your back and held your head high and walked over. As you slid into the opposite side, you could feel Chris’ smugness. You ignored it.

“This is new, you following directions. I like it,” Chris teased.

You looked to him and then across to Henry. They looked good. Henry’s hair was coifed to perfection leaving a few of his natural curls free the way you liked, and he was clean shaven. He looked like he’d put in effort. You looked over to Chris and took in his perfectly groomed goatee and brushed back locks and fought back the urge to suck your bottom lip into your mouth.

“I’m just hungry,” you retorted as you looked away from them. You heard both of them chuckle and fought back a smile.

“Welcome back, guys. What’ll it be tonight?”

You looked up into the face of the waiter and smiled warmly. You then looked at Henry and Chris.

“Do you two know what you want?”

Chris licked his lips, and Henry briefly bit his before they answered in unison overlapping each other.

“I know just what I want.”

“Oh yeah, I know.”

You looked between them. Something in their words and voice brought a chill up your spine, a good chill.

“I’d like the shrimp shumai, edamame, the vegetable gyoza, Miso soup, and the Lobster, Shrimp, Scallops and Filet Mignon Hibachi, instead of the rice another serving of noodles please,” you requested without looking at the menu.

“So, your usual then?”

You looked to Henry and narrowed your eyes at his teasing. He pinched his lips and looked up and around as if he’d heard something.

“The usual for the two of you as well?”

Henry and Chris nodded.

“Also, a lot of sake please, keep the sake coming,” Henry added.

“Sure thing guys. We’ll begin in a little while,” your waiter said before she walked off.

“Busy week?” You asked, tackling the awkward silence head-on.

“It actually was, I read for a few parts and did some voice-overs,” Henry explained.

“And you?”

You looked to Chris, waiting for his explanation.

“When is my week never busy? The life of the Captain is never quiet.”

You snorted.

“God, give it a rest already,” Henry said.

You laughed and covered your mouth and tried to hide your amusement.

“What about your week?”

“Yep, busy, busy, busy, work, work, work.”

They nodded and then silence befell the table again. This was pathetic you thought to yourself. Things between you were never awkward; there was never silence between you, one or all three of you couldn’t shut up. Thankfully your table cook arrived wheeling his cooking surface over. You straightened your back and smiled a greeting. He prepped the ingredients, and you watched not ballsy enough to look Chris and Henry’s way.

When the chef began his cooking show you paid attention; this was after all one of your favorite things about this place. You giggled at the chef’s silly antics and acrobats with utensils and ingredients. When he tossed a piece of food around you caught yours easily in your mouth and watched Henry and Chris do the same. Halfway through the show, you looked to them. The warm glow of the fire gave them an even more attractive look. The red in Chris’ beard and hair was more evident, and he looked gorgeous.

The glow of the fire intensified Henry’s eyes so much his pupils weren’t even visible, all you saw was blue. You loved his eyes. You bit your bottom lip and looked over the two beautiful male specimens across from you fully appreciating what other women had seen all this time. You nearly kicked yourself when you thought this was new for you when they’d been gawked at and thought of this way their whole lives. Henry glanced over to you and held your stare. He licked his lips, and your eyes dropped to his kissable lips. You wondered what they tasted like, were they naturally sweet, or did they taste like the woods smelled, musky, masculine, and fragrant.

Feeling his gaze, you looked to Chris, who was already staring at you. The air in the room became thin, and you found yourself struggling to catch a breath. The pounding of your heart in your ears drowned out any other sound, and you felt your temperature rise. You looked to his hair, and the urge to sink your fingers in it was overwhelming. He always looked put together; you desperately wanted to see him unkempt. You clenched your thighs together, needing pressure on your lady parts. You were already wet. You looked away and cleared your throat just in time to see the end of the chef’s show. You clapped and smiled, Chris and Henry soon joined in.

With your plates full and your food on the table, you dug in. The deliciousness of the meal was enough to distract you from everything you felt and wanted. The only thing on your mind was the food; you didn’t even bother looking at Chris or Henry. When they began the small talk, you took part in it because a silent meal was more awkward than anything else in the world. They talked about trivial things in the industry and their plans for a vacation when things calmed down in their careers.

Soon the three of you were bantering and laughing like normal, and you were grateful for it. It showed you that maybe you hadn’t ruined your friendship.

Several hours and several tokkuri of sake, the three of you sat at the table enjoying your desserts. You put another spoon of your Mochi in your mouth and licked around the spoon absentmindedly. When you looked up, both Henry and Chris watched you. You put the spoon down and took a deep breath.

“We weren’t ignoring or avoiding you Y/N,” Henry began.

You looked at him and contemplated his words.

“Uh-huh. So what exactly were you doing then?”

“Thinking,” Chris responded.

You nodded and took another spoon full of your dessert.

“Mmm. You needed a whole week to think. Okay.”

Your passive aggressive words and demeanor spoke for itself.

“Did you expect a rushed answer? I’m sure any other man would have leaped at what you asked--,”

“I didn’t ask you for anything actually,” you interrupted.

They both watched you. Henry nodded.

“You’re right; you didn’t ask for anything. Maybe that’s where we should start. What do you want Y/N?”

Silence. You knew Henry would be the one to cut to the chase. He’d always been like this. You licked your lips slowly and sucked your bottom lip and held their gazes. You thought if you wanted to play this game but looking at them you knew they wanted to play it.

“I want you—both of you,” you answered, looking back and forth between them.

“The question is, are you done thinking? Do you want me too?”

It took them a few minutes before either of them spoke.

“Yes,” Henry answered.

Your heart pounded faster. You looked at Chris.

“Yes.”

The butterflies in your stomach began again. You should have been excited and happy with the admission, but you felt nervous.

“We need ground rules,” Chris the practical one said.

“Of course, you need rules,” you teased and rolled your head back. Sighing, you sat back up and looked at him.

“Okay, what are they?”

“You can change your mind at any time.”

“I won’t. What else?”

“This can’t ruin our friendship—at all,” Henry added.

You nodded wholeheartedly agreeing to that point.

“Any time you’re uncomfortable you say something,” Chris added.

“One time unless it’s agreed upon,” Henry blurted out.

You and Chris looked at him, and he looked between the two of you.

“I just want it out there we’re not expecting more than you want to give,” Henry explained. You smirked and nodded.

“Anything you want to add?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. This is simple for me. You two seem to be the ones who are more hung up about it,” you quipped finishing the last of the sake. You’d lost track how many you’d had.

“Okay,” Chris said.

“My place, yours, yours?” you asked.

“Whichever makes you more comfortable. Tomorrow night?”

You looked at them again and tried to quell any disappointment rising. Yes, you thought tonight would be the night, but you’d have to wait yet another day. You thought more about it and tried to look on the bright side; you’d be able to prepare properly. You’d waited months for this and actually wanted it to be the best it could be—that you knew it could be. You bit your bottom lip again and nodded.

“Tomorrow night, my place,” you finished.

Both of them nodded. You noticed they both tried to look as calm as possible, but they were failing miserably. You smiled and cleared your throat.

“I’m exhausted now. What do you say we get outta here? Give you two some more time to chicken out.”

You teased and gathered your things before you slid out the booth. You walked ahead of them to the exit and felt them behind you. As you stepped out into the night air, you straightened your back and walked to your car. You stopped at your door and looked back to them knowing they’d followed you to ensure you got there safe. Your perfect gentlemen. You smiled.

“All right, good night.”

You got into your car and started the engine. Before you rolled off, Henry tapped on the window. You revved it down and smiled.

“What time is good for you?”

You stared into his captivating eyes and felt a deep want for him. You leaned closer and caught the scent of his cologne. He smelled like the one you bought him a few months ago. You licked your lips pressed your thighs together again.

“Sunset, I’ve always loved to look at you in the sunset. I wonder how you’ll look naked in it.”

Henry’s pupils dilated, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. You looked to Chris who was close enough to have heard what you said. He looked as if he also felt how you felt. Hot and bothered.

You backed out the parking lot and made your way home making a mental list of everything to do tomorrow.

Part 2 to be posted soon.

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