Dirty Hero

“Are they supposed to be unaware of our presence?” Darkfist whispered.
    “You know they are,” I grunted, annoyed he was acting so dumb tonight. He was up to something, although I couldn’t figure out what. We were lying on our stomachs in the grass. The light from the almost full moon allowed me to see his stunning face and see how well his tights molded to his sculpted body. The curve of his ass made me uncomfortably hard in my own tights -my cock pressing against the ground was painful. We were on a mission to gather information on a mutual enemy and hoping we’d learn something useful to help formulate a plan. Even if we were on the same side momentarily, I still didn’t trust Darkfist. This was the first time we’d seen each other since he kidnapped me and, well, tortured me. So what if I still jacked off remembering the things he did, it wouldn’t happen again.
    “I thought so. But, you’re glowing like a fairy and they’ll see you a mile away. Then our cover will be blown and I might have to punish your incompetence.” I tried not to think about how hot it was being at his mercy and tried to remind myself that he was an asshole…and the enemy. It didn’t work, my dick got stiffer and dug harder into the ground. I tried not to squirm or show any signs that he made me so achingly aroused.
    By ‘glowing’, he meant my Moltenman costume. The flames blazed brightly in the darkness. “Well, since I’m pretending to be Moltenman, He would use his power to shield the glow. Pretend I’m doing that.” I hated to break character since Brian liked to play scenes staying in character the whole time, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. I didn’t know how to prevent the brightness radiating from my costume; I paid a shit load of money for this effect. Bad enough the costume was getting grass stains and now Darkfist was bitching about it.
    “Since you’re having issues controlling your concealment, you’ll have to turn your costume inside out. You wouldn’t want to fail because someone spotted your flaming aura, right?” The bastard knew failing wasn’t an option, but reversing my costume didn’t seem like a good alternative either.
    “I think trying to maneuver out of the costume would draw more attention then just laying here.” Take that witty retort, Darkfist and shove it where my glowiness don’t shine.
    “You look like a flare. A giant flaming beacon screaming ‘Here We Are!’ We won’t be able to get close enough to learn anything. It’s not my fault your pixie costume sucks at being stealthy.” He sounded so irritated and that was impressive since he also remained so quiet.
    “Whatever! Why don’t you go spy on them? I’ll watch your back from here, and come save you if something goes wrong.” That sounded like a reasonable idea to me, even if it did seem a little childish coming from Moltenman.
    “Fuck that! If I go in there alone there is no way I’m sharing any information I collect. So either change behind the trees so no one sees you flaunting around, or go home.”
    “You could have mentioned the suit glowed sooner, like before we got out here,” I grunted as I started belly crawling over to the trees.
    “How was I to know your powers would malfunction? And this way is more fun.” I ignored him, just wanting to get it over with. The tree I crawled behind was old and had a wide trunk, so I was easily hidden. Standing up with my back towards the tree, I started trying to wiggle out of my costume. I was too uncoordinated and it was too tight to try and take it off quickly. If I did, then the sleeves would get jammed and I’d just end up trapped. I’ve tried hurrying to get it off before and it doesn’t work.
    A few minutes later I stood there naked, trying to quickly turn my tights inside out. I hoped the black lining would be dark enough for His Majesty Darkfist . Okay, I might’ve been bitching as I worked on changing, but I was pissed, mostly that he was right.
    “Oh, just fucking peachy,” I grunted noticing the small-ish white stain that had formed inside the crotch of my suit. Great, I’d have to finish the mission with come-stained pants. Of course, it’d be too much to hope Darkfist wouldn’t notice. I should’ve worn a jock or something to absorb all the pre-come I leaked around Darkfist. But I hated how underwear made lines in my tights, so I always went commando. I wanted to at least clean it off so it wouldn’t be as noticeable, but worried