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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Henry_Danger_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Henry_Danger_|_Henry_Hart/Captain_Man_|_Ray_Manchester, Henry_Danger/
      Captain_Man, Henry_Hart/Ray_Manchester
  Character:
      Henry_Hart, Ray_Manchester, Captain_Man, Henry_Danger_-_Character, Henry
      Danger_|_Henry_Hart, Captain_Man_|_Ray_Manchester
  Additional Tags:
      underage_(he's_barely_eighteen_so_i_understand_if_that_squicks_anyone),
      possibly_triggering_(see_end_notes), Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-04 Words: 1443
****** kiss me now that i'm older ******
by ruiningmyself
Summary
     captain man is throwing a party to celebrate kid danger's entry into
     adulthood - both generally and super-hero-ly.
     or, the one where henry is eighteen and he and captain man know just
     how to celebrate.
Notes
     don't look at me like that - you clicked on this story. leave a
     review if ya want. please donate a quarter to send my ass to hell.
     no beta. title from 12:51 by the strokes.
     (explanation of why it's possibly triggering in the end notes!)
See the end of the work for more notes
“You’ve been my sidekick for several years now, Kid Danger,” Captain Man began
importantly when he entered the room, both of them head-to-toe in their super
hero get-up. “You’ve come of age under my tutelage; I’ve seen you grow from Kid
to Man.”
Kid Danger - Henry - nodded. “Is this about a possible change to my super hero
name, Ray?” he asked eagerly. He was eighteen and eager to kick the name that
tied him to his youth.
“Henry,” Ray whined, pouting. “When we’re talking about official business -”
“- we address each other with our super hero names, I know, I know.” Henry
rolled his eyes.
It’s been more than three years, and Ray - Captain Man - still insisted on
these arbitrary rules. Henry didn't mind so much, actually looked at Ray fondly
when he got bent out of shape about those old rules.
“About your super hero name,” Captain Man said, voice growing serious again,
“‘Man Danger’ is not a very cool name.”
“Agreed,” Henry said. Captain Man looked at him appraisingly.
“I was thinking maybe just… ‘Danger',” Captain Man said dramatically. “Whaddaya
think?”
“Creative,” Henry said wryly. Captain Man didn't notice, instead puffing up his
chest proudly.
“I thought so,” he bragged. Henry snorted, and Ray either didn't hear or was
ignoring it. “Anyway, Danger,” Ray stressed unsubtly, “that's not what this is
about.”
“Oh,” Henry interrupted, “but then what's with all the ceremony?”
“Noticed, did ya?” Ray asked proudly.
Henry stifled another snort, covering it with a cough. “Kinda hard to miss,
don't you think?” Henry choked out when Ray looked at him in concern.
The room was obnoxiously decorated, which was the only setting Ray had when it
came to - well, anything. Red and blue streamers hung from the walls and were
wrapped around the tubes. Complementing balloons covered the floors and floated
in the air, and there was a cake on top of the table that had “Hooray!”
scrawled across it in chicken scratch - Ray must have written it himself.
Actually, now that Henry really looked, everything was a little crooked; the
streamers pretty and curling but tangled, the balloons large and small and some
even popped, like the person who filled them was unused to doing so and
couldn't manage to get them all to the same size. The cake itself, though large
and decadent looking, was misshapen. Henry doesn't know how he hadn't noticed
it before.
Ray must have decorated himself.
Henry looked at the balloons everywhere, popped and unpopped. They covered
every flat surface in sight and must have taken a long time to do, he observed.
Then he looked back at Captain Man curiously.
“Yeah, well,” Ray muttered, looking embarassed, cheeks pinking, “I did it
myself.” And he looked pleased.
“It looks good,” Henry complimented sincerely, because, yeah, it was all a
little crooked but it was still a nice effort. A personal one, and Henry
appreciated it. Wondered at it.
“So, what's all the ceremony for if not for my new name?” Henry prompted.
Captain Man cleared his throat, then announced, “It's for your coming-of-age
party, of course!” And then confetti fell from the roof while trumpet sounds
played from the speakers. Henry looked sadly at the confetti covered cake.
“Coming-of-age party?” he asked. “Like a Sweet 16? Isn't that for girls?” Henry
shook out his hair to get rid of the confetti - and glitter?
“Sweet 18, technically,” Ray corrected, “and not necessarily. Jewish families
have coming-of-age parties for their sons and daughters.”
“But I’m not Jewish,” Henry pointed out.
“And this is not a bar mitzfah,” Ray countered easily. “You're a super hero,
and these things are celebrated. Now obviously, your family isn't here because
they are unaware of your super hero identity and we’d like to keep it that way.
Charlotte and Jasper aren't here because this a party just for you. A super
hero coming-of-age party would be beyond them.
You’ve taken on responsibilities these past three years as my sidekick that
have shown your incredible maturity. At least,” Ray amended, probably
remembering Henry’s penchant for silliness when he was younger and even now,
“when you know it's important. And today I’m honoring that by inducting you as
an adult super hero.”
“Cool,” Henry enthused. “But if my friends aren't here and my parents aren't
here, then who’s going to party?”
“We are, Henry,” Ray said, and he was Ray now, not Captain Man. He reached out
and put a hand on Henry’s shoulder, looking proud and happy. Henry grinned.
And then, true to his flare for the dramatic - and Henry really should have
know the confetti wasn't the only thing up Ray’s sleeve - Ray pressed a button
and a disco ball fell from the ceiling and the room’s mood changed as the
lights dimmed and “You Should Be Dancing” played on the speakers.
Ray began wiggling his hips and dancing to the music, and Henry had to clasp
his hand over his mouth to stop the giggles that threatened to burst out. His
felt his blush inflame his face. Ray was now twerking. Twerking, which went out
of style almost two years ago now. Henry averted his eyes.
“Dance, Henry! This is your party!” Ray yelled. He was now doing a chest-and-
pelvis shimmy that had Henry feeling light-headed.
“I’m good,” Henry said, high-pitched, as Ray’s shimmying invaded his personal
space. He was so close now that he blurred a little, and Henry was so warm.
“I know you can dance,” Ray said, breathless from dancing. “You’ve danced with
girls at your school dances before.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Shimmy,” Ray said, and a sweat was breaking out on his forehead. Probably from
the twerking, Henry thought absently. Twerking was an honest-to-god workout.
“No thanks,” Henry said again, voice strained. Ray’s shimmy became a slow
grinding, not on Henry but so close. Ray’s face was still a picture of good
humor and playfulness, but deep in his shadows of his eyes Henry could see the
offer. An offer to leave this light-headed and innocent as it had been this
entire time, or to change their relationship now that the option was there.
Ray would leave it be, Henry could feel it, if he said no. If he shook his head
even a miniscule amount to say “I’m uncomfortable with this, let's forget it
happened”, Ray would. They could stuff their faces with cake and pop all the
balloons and go to bed and wake up the next day as Captain Man and Danger
still.
But Henry didn't want to.
He wanted to explore the sixteen year old thought he had about Ray’s body being
fit and later realizing attractive, the realization of his bisexuality hitting
when he was seventeen and a confession of it to his family and, hesitantly, to
Ray who imparted that he was bisexual himself and many people were and not to
worry about it, to celebrate it.
Henry had dated a few other boys once or twice in the past year but his mind
kept returning to his sixteen-year-old self’s thought about Ray’s body. Fit.
Attractive.
Ray was shimmying again and Henry reached out and grabbed Ray’s hips, shimmying
seamlessly with him and upping his body temperature through the roof. He turned
the shimmy back into a slow grind, though it quickly descended into quick, hard
rutting against Ray’s thigh and hot breathing on his neck. Henry could feel
himself getting close, and he dropped his forehead against Ray’s collarbone,
the rubbery material of his suit against his skin as he thrusted, once, twice,
and then came abruptly in his pants. He groaned and shivered in post-orgasm
sensitivity as Ray held him, his legs practically giving out underneath him.
When he recovered enough, sticky in his uniform but hazy and satisfied, he
moved a hand from Ray’s hip to the bulge in his suit, rubbing firmly in a
swift, sure movements that had Ray pushing his erection urgently into his palm
instinctively. When he came, he moaned quietly and pressed a sloppy kiss to
Henry’s neck, then lips.
“Hooray!” Ray said lazily, blissful, “you passed either way, but now you pass
with fireworks.” Pushing away from Henry and adjusting himself uncomfortably in
his suit, he said, “Let’s change into our civvies and eat that cake, yeah? You
can make a wish when you blow out your candles, and I’ll make it come true.”
His voice was deep and slightly rough, suggestive.
Henry shivered again and followed Captain Man into the bathroom, unzipping his
uniform and not even stopping when he realized that there was no clothes for
them to change into in there.
Somehow, he didn't think it’d be an issue.
End Notes
     ok so it's just the language: there's emphasis on henry's "maturity"
     now that he's eighteen. it's not intended to be manipulative, but as
     it is a manipulation tactic some predators use w minors to convince
     them it's ok to have sex w them, i'm giving a warning for it!
     remember that i did tag for underage, too - henry is eighteen but
     only recently and of course, that can be worrisome.
     (read only if you're comfortable, thanks, click out of you're not!)
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