And in this moment
December 11, 2003
Disclaimers: So very not mine. Le sigh.
Spoilers: Of varying intensity for "Only A Dream," "A Better World," "Eclipsed," "Secret Society," and "Wild Cards."
Summary: Wally's got a visitor.
Ratings Note: NC-17. So very, very NC-17.
Author's Note: I was blithering again about "A Better World," this time to Jack, and a bunny reached up and smacked me on the head. Freaking bunnies.
Acknowledgments: To Jack, Livia, and the Spike for audiencing, encouragement, and helpful suggestions.
Feedback: Yah-huh. firstname.lastname@example.org
Wally's dreaming that dream again, the one that stopped being entirely good after John Dee went all Skeletor on everyone's asses.
Still, you know, Swedish Bikini Team. Can't ever be entirely bad.
He lets himself sink a little deeper, and Annika's hand is soft and appreciative on the lightning bolt on his chest, as opposed to just really nice to see.
She smiles up at him with big, blue eyes and tilts her head up as Dagmar looks on with jealous fondness, and out of the corner of his eye, Viveka and Helga are making him sincerely wish he was a lesbian.
And the sun's going out.
Annika doesn't seem to be paying any attention, but Helga has stopped doing those cool things with her tongue and Viveka's ear, and she doesn't look happy, at all.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he says, "this happens sometimes." He throws an arm around Annika's (soft, warm, good) waist and it isn't hard to smile. "I promise it'll stop if you just don't pay any attention to it."
Helga says something in (not, you don't know) Swedish that feels a lot like "shut up, stupid man, the sun's going out," and points at the sky.
It's... it's not an eclipse.
He knows what those look like, too -- scary and deeply evil, thank you very much -- and this is more like fading.
Like the sun isn't real (dreaming you're) at all, and maybe never was (wake up now) and maybe he isn't real or maybe they're all just gonna --
Wally jerks awake with a gasp and blinks the sleep out of his eyes. Something's wrong. More wrong than just the failure of his subconscious to get Annika's hand to an interesting place.
He tenses, just to make sure all the important muscles are awake, and looks around. Nothing, nothing -- wait.
No, the communicator that's always in his ear these days is still there, and still quiet.
He looks around some more and... okay, that shadow doesn't look right. He tenses more purposefully and --
Batman steps out of the shadows.
"Oh, it's you." Wally lets himself relax a bit, and wakes himself up some more. "So, what's the emergency? Do I need to get the suit on?"
He hopes not.
Sometimes he thinks he wears that suit more than he wears, like, clothes. Which is cool, hero-thing and all, but these days, looking in the mirror in the morning is a lot more... important than it used to be. Than it should be.
He reminds himself to get his hair cut. Reminds himself for about the seventeenth time, and, okay, Fabio!Wally really can't be allowed to happen and --
Batman. Standing there.
"... there's no emergency."
"So you're here for... a visit?" Checks the clock. "At three-twenty-four in the morning? Do you live in Central City? Do you even live in this state? Wait, why do you know where I live?" And suddenly the hair flopping in his face -- his face -- is really important.
Batman just gives one of those smiles that make people want to hit him. Like, with buildings. "You really don't think I would have anything to do with you people if I didn't know who you were, do you?"
Which... makes sense. In that creepy, annoying Batman way. Wally rolls his eyes and folds his hands behind his head. "Right. You know, people who show up in my bedroom in the middle of the night usually do more than just lurk in a corner and stare."
The slightest head-tilt. "How do you know I don't plan to?"
Wally blinks. Blinks again. Really thinks about that for a second, because, yeah, 'I think he likes you,' and the fact that, sometimes, Batman talks to him now. In whole sentences even. But...
No. No way. It's just a really sudden and random Batjoke, and he can go with that. The rest of the League might be able to pound him into Wallybits with, like, their pinkies, but no one out-banters the Flash.
He puts on his best smirk. "Didn't know you swung that way, Bats."
And Batman just smirks right back at him. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
O-kaaaay. Up the ante. "Gonna teach me?" Wally shifts a little beneath the sheets and grins, because no way Batman's gonna beat that. You can't.
Except that Batman's smile changes in this weird way. Still kind of sharp, still kind of mean, but now his mouth is open enough for Wally to see the shine of teeth.
And the man can move really, really fast when he wants to.
So that Batman's-staring-at-me-from-over-there is suddenly Batman's-standing-right-over-me-and-I-reallywish -I-could-see-his-eyes.
"Uh," is what his vocal cords come up with.
"I can teach you a lot of things."
"Heh. More than just how to scare the hell out of supervillains just by being yourself and how to defuse a bomb while people are beating the crap out of you?" And yeah, mouth way ahead of his brain, now, but now that he thinks about it...
Now that he thinks about it, Batman has been kind of the font of scarily useful information just lately. "A lesser man would take the opportunity to point out that you're acting kind of weird, Bats."
Another head-tilt, and it's a little like the dog in those old commercials, except that the dogs were cute, as opposed to. To. "And what would a greater man point out?"
"That we're flirting. Um."
Closer. "Just... flirting?"
And his eyes are starting to hurt from being open this wide for this long, but his mouth is still talking. "I think you have to do more than talk for things to qualify as. Uh. More than flirting."
"I think I could surprise you."
"I bet you -- Jesus, Batman, what --"
And it's... it's really weird to be petted, to be caressed by someone wearing thick, plastic-y gloves, but that's exactly what's happening.
Batman's hand on his cheek. Soft. Affectionate. Gone, just that fast.
"You can say no."
"Say... no?" To sex, his brain helpfully points out. Sex. With Batman. Which, at three-thirty on a Wednesday morning, is apparently very, very close. Wally forces himself to blink.
And keeps his eyes closed because that's Batman's thumb. On his mouth.
And it's a little harder -- a very important kind of little bit harder -- than a caress.
"I don't know as much about you as I could." Gentle-voiced. Or as gentle as someone like Batman probably gets.
What he said... is something between a question and a promise. Wally opens his eyes again. "This is. Sudden."
"Is it? I suppose you're right."
Which means, well, not sudden. Not for Batman, at least.
"Think about it."
And Batman turns and moves toward the window, which Wally's just noticing is open.
And Wally realizes he must've said something, mainly because Batman says:
A really terrifying blank pause and then it comes back: 'I don't want to think.'
And what the hell did that mean?
This time the pause just stays silent and unhelpful. "Batman. I..."
"I'm tempted to ask you what you don't want to think about."
"That wouldn't really help with the whole not-thinking thing."
"No." Batman turns, and looks over his shoulder. Smiles in a way that on anyone else Wally would call 'sympathetic.' "And I have my suspicions."
And he can't really look at the man for that, not when his head is giving him all sorts of other things to look at. Bad things like John calling to cancel movie night in the Wild Thing. Good things like John smiling and being all happy and relaxed... at Hawkgirl. "Yeah, well," he tries, staring at the rumpled sheets, but he can't really come up with anything to say.
Blaze of anger and "hey, it's not like that. It's not like we were. That we did." Anything, at all, ever. Ever.
"I understand that, too, I think."
Blaze of anger he doesn't know what to do with. And Batman's just looking at him, and Wally thinks he's happy he can't see the man's eyes. "Don't. Don't say anything else. About that."
"I don't want to think," he says again, only he knows he's saying a lot more than that.
And so does Batman, because that hand is back on his face, and he has just enough time to lean into it before Batman's mouth is on his own.
Coffee and peppermint and a hot, wet, tongue sliding in just far enough for Wally to suck on.
And now would maybe be a good time to mention that the only reason he hadn't done anything with (to, near) John is that he doesn't really know what to do, and is only really starting to figure out that this is something to do, but you can't talk while you're kissing.
Or maybe Batman can, but Wally's not going to let him.
He slides his arms around the man's neck, slipping a bit on the cowl, and pulls him in.
And Batman crouches over him, both hands on his face and... not really holding him still so much as urging a certain position. Something to make the kiss easier, and deeper.
Faster and hotter.
"I didn't. I never thought... I mean. Not about you."
"I spend a lot of time making sure people don't."
"Yeah? So why --" He cuts himself off with another kiss, shaking his head. And it makes the kiss messier, but it also seems to really just encourage Batman. Who licks a wet stripe over his cheek and breathes hot and damp on his ear.
"Because I want to." And shoves his tongue in.
"Unh... good reason."
Low, soft chuckle, and Batman's got a hand on his chest and the other in his hair. Holding him. Watching him.
"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before."
"It's been known to happen. Flash --"
"Okay, you know, I know you've got the whole secret identity thing down to, like, an art, but you really need to call me Wally if we're."
"Then you need to say it."
"Mm. Wally," he says, and then he doesn't say anything at all, because he's kissing Wally again.
Pressing him down against the mattress and tugging a little on his hair and shifting and sliding until he's pressed close all over him, and, yeah, Wally's dick is awake.
Thrusts up hard and --
"Ow. Uh. How much of this can we get off of you without giving you issues?"
Somewhat rueful smile. "A lot."
And Batman kneels up. Slips off the cape, and really, that's enough to make it hit home. Even with everything else on, Batman looks really different without the cape. In a way he never would've considered.
Wally can see where he ends and the rest of the world begins, which seems really stupid, but there it is.
He can see the lines and curves of muscle and bone.
Batman pauses with his hand over something that's probably a catch in his suit. "What is it?"
"I just. I'm just thinking we must look really naked to you. All the time. I mean... those of us without capes."
A smile, and Wally's back to wanting to see his eyes again. "You will now."
And that's... nowhere near as distracting as Bruce's chest, bare and pale and heavily scarred, but it's still...
They're gonna be in the Tower, maybe even in a few hours, and Batman's going to be looking at him and seeing him naked.
More naked than he could be even here, even now, with just his boxers on.
And he's about to give that serious thought, but the apparently-armored brief-thingies come off with just a quick series of movements and a yank, and then Batman's standing.
A lot, right.
Wally closes his eyes and shimmies out of his boxers, and when he opens them again, Batman is naked.
It should be weirder than it is, with the cowl leading not-that-smoothly to skin and... skin.
A lot of skin.
Batman doesn't seem to mind him staring. Not as much as he minds himself staring, because, yeah, he's thinking about John again, and John's apartment, and the way that John was almost, almost as tough-guy big as Batman, except that he was brown and perfect.
Even the tattoo was even-lined and ruler straight.
And... you have to really look at a naked Batman to see the... perfection.
"So many scars..." And he actually has time to stare and blink and stare and blink before he realizes what he just said. "I mean. That is..."
Batman is smiling again, loose and casual with his arms at his sides. "Sometimes, not having superpowers makes a difference."
"I... can't believe you just said that out loud."
"I'm a bastard, not an idealist." He puts out a hand. "Come here."
Easier to do than think about. Story of his life, right. He's up, and standing, and it's one of those weird moments where the fact that you only had a sheet over you doesn't seem to matter to the way your body understands temperature.
He shivers, and Batman slides his hand up the outside of his arm, up over his shoulder to cup his neck.
Pulls him in, very slowly and weirdly carefully, for another kiss. Just their lips touching at first, and for a long time.
Then his tongue in Wally's mouth, his hand in his hair.
"You're. Trying to get me used to the... idea."
"I might just be trying to distract you." Slow, wet lick over his lower lip.
"Good." But Batman pulls away again. Steps back.
Takes Wally's hand and presses it against his chest, just next to a long, looping scar that looks like it should have spilled out important, life-keeping things when it was an open wound.
Watches him, but Wally doesn't have to be taught, even if a little leading sometimes helps.
Warm skin. Smooth as anyone's.
Smoother on the scar, itself, except for its ragged, scar-like edges. The largest part of his brain is clearly devoted to something other than language.
This is not new.
Hot skin, cooler on the scar.
Hair. A little.
It occurs to Wally that he's standing naked in his own bedroom and slowly, methodically, petting a mostly-naked Batman. And studying him in a really obvious way.
He thinks this would bother him more if the words "human, he's human" weren't repeating themselves in his mind like the world's stupidest soundtrack. Worse than a Hanna-Barbera cartoon.
He is not thinking about Yogi Bear while in the middle of almost having sex with Batman.
He blinks, and looks up. Stares at the cowl and stares and stares and completely fails to find anything like a hint.
The kiss is better. Even with the edges of the cowl digging into his skin. Batman's mouth isn't soft in any way except for how he uses it, and Wally knows that means something.
He pulls out of it and goes back to... studying.
It's not like he's getting anything new and profound, it's just that.
He wants to see this, all of this, in a way he hasn't before, or ever even thought of seeing it.
Batman's never been anywhere near the really very wide and varied compartment of his brain labeled 'sex.'
Except that his body is saying that he is, so now he just needs his mind to catch up.
"Wally," Batman says again, and the hand is back in his hair, fingers pressing down on his scalp and digging in. Not pain, just...
He has a sudden bizarre desire to have someone wash his hair, except that it couldn't be all that special, or women would never leave the stylists' shops, right? Right. He doesn't manage a word so much as a sound with a lot of 'n's.
Tilts his head back and presses up.
"You like that."
"I'm starting to think about getting it tattooed on my forehead: 'Pet the Wally. Do it early, do it often.'"
And he can feel Batman's chest tense beneath his hand, but doesn't have time to think about what it means before that mouth is on his throat.
Sucking kisses and making him gasp.
"Where else do you want to be... petted?"
And his dick is sending serious messages, urgent messages, but the tattoo should maybe also include 'kiss the Wally, and say things to the Wally' and it's really very, very strange that he's only touched that one part of Batman's body, and only with his hand.
Shakes loose and leans in, starting himself off with a glancing kiss to Batman's jaw and then... stopping.
"Hope springs eternal."
And that's... he can't even think of it as weird. It's just normal and kind of cute, because... dude, this is a date.
A date with Batman.
He laughs against Batman's cheek
"I'm actually flattered."
"I should've done this months ago."
And, okay, that? Not laughing anymore, because Batman has a smile in his voice, but that never stops the man from being deadly serious at any other time, and. "I can't. I can't picture it."
"You couldn't picture it twenty minutes ago." Half-laughed into his ear.
"Yeah, but I'm -- heh -- quick on the uptake." And he slides the hand that's still just resting on Batman's chest down and to the right and. Mm. Nipple.
Does it again just to feel the weirdly springy catch of it against his fingers.
Again when Batman... it's not a gasp. It's a slow, heavy exhale, too heavy too even tickle.
And a step closer.
"You... what do you like?"
He gasps, but he does it. Pinches hard and gets another hot breath. Twists and gets his earlobe bitten, sudden and hard, and the sound he makes is more like a yelp than anything else.
"No -- I."
Batman does it again and Wally twists again, and their knees are knocking together and that's not even remotely the most important point of contact.
Point of contact. Jesus. But his hips are moving, and it's still slow, but it's not gonna stay that way.
And Batman slides his hands over Wally's back, and they're hard and callused and he wonders what happens when... whoever the man is behind the cowl has to shake hands. What people think.
And then he's not wondering much at all because those hands are on his ass, pulling him in hard and crushing Wally's hand between them. He jerks, shakes for a moment, and then his hips are moving.
Just... upright isn't the best, he knows that, but it's like the first time he really got crazy on a dance floor, the first time he realized the woman he was dancing with wanted him to do just... this.
He groans and shuts his eyes and clings to Batman's waist with his free hand. Gives up and strokes when Batman kisses him again, and does his own pulling when the man starts thrusting back.
So much of it.
It's not like he'd forgotten the man was almost as big as Superman, it's just that it's all a lot more important with the suits off, with Batman diving into his mouth like the world's best pool, apparently having decided that Wally's had enough time to get used to the whole gay sex idea, and, really.
He's not wrong.
Batman walks them back to the bed and breaks the kiss long enough to give Wally the slightest push. He goes with it, falling back into a bounce, knees bent over the side of the bed, legs spread around Batman's own and. Oh.
Naked man, hard naked man just sort of looming above him -- is his bed that low? -- and staring and it makes his skin prickle all over. Makes his nipples almost hurt with how hard they are, and his dick twitches entirely without his permission. "Batman. Uh --"
And Batman just... rakes his eyes over him, fast, but not so fast that he can't almost feel it.
Like a hard hand worked into a claw, scratching its way all over his body.
And Batman drops to his knees and strokes Wally's thighs, makes him really feel them, every hair trying to stand up and the muscles just flexing and flexing until his mind catches up with them and he spreads them wider.
Thumbs in the creases between his thighs and his abdomen and it makes him buck, makes him whine in the back of his throat and he's just starting to sit up when Batman sucks the head of his dick into his mouth and... he can't.
There's a sort of distant thump when his head hits the mattress and the rest is just hot and wet and oh fuck "suck me --"
And Batman does, hard, grabbing him by the root and just holding him and it feels like he's been hard for a year, like maybe when it comes it'll kill him, but mostly it just feels really fucking good.
His mouth falls open and he's groaning, he's begging, and he can hear himself, but it doesn't make a difference.
Or maybe makes it hotter.
He scrabbles at the sheets and holds on, because it feels like he's gonna vibrate himself off the bed and he can't stop thrusting up, even with Batman holding on tight, and the friction yanks him higher, makes him need it more, more of just this, right here, and he's babbling and scratching at the bed and orgasm jerks him up, until he's curled up over Batman's back and pumping helplessly.
"Batman oh God oh God --"
And he can feel the man's scars, his back is covered with them, like maybe some supervillain tied him to a whipping post at some point, and Batman is still sucking, still holding on, and it hurts and it hurts and then it's just good.
Because he's hard again.
And Batman pulls off with a little wet pop and disentangles himself gently and efficiently.
"I had my suspicions about your metabolism," he says, and licks his lips.
And Wally tries to say something, but it just comes out desperate and lost and satisfied.
Batman traces patterns on his calves. "I want more."
"Yeah. I... yeah." He gives up on speech and pulls on Batman until he's straddling his chest, and, okay, not exactly what he was going for, but still just really. "God, you're hot."
Batman's got his fist around his own dick. Not really stroking, just holding it. Stroking Wally's hair off his face with his free hand.
And... "are you? Do you want...?"
And Batman bites his lip, just for a second, but... yeah. He's rock hard. His dick is dark with blood and looks huge from this angle and Wally licks his lips.
Does it again when a drop of pre-come beads out of the tip. Slower. Because... because he wants to make Batman feel exactly as good as he did a minute ago. Because Batman is staring at his mouth.
Wally strokes his way up the broad, heavily-muscled thighs -- more scars -- and tries to look encouraging.
Gives up and goes for 'horny as hell' when Batman does start stroking himself.
And Wally moans and pets against the grain of the sparse hair. "You. Come here. I want --"
It really shouldn't be more intense to get his scalp massaged again, at least, not with the whole naked gay sex actually happening, like, in his bed, but he can't help but push up into it, arching his head back and now he can't see, but that doesn't mean he can't touch.
Slides his hand up and in and... weirdly intimate to cover Batman's fist with his own, more when the man spreads his fingers to let Wally's own slip between, and Batman's still stroking his scalp and still jerking himself off, but now Wally's helping.
And he wants to laugh at that, he does, but his own dick is about thirty seconds from screaming for attention, because hot.
And... he's never going to be touch himself again without thinking: Batman likes it hard. Likes it slow.
Not just his name, but a moan, and it's almost reflexive to try to speed up the pace, but Batman's not letting him. Like, at all. Like this is going to hurt his hand if Wally doesn't get with the program or Batman doesn't stop squeezing.
Wally forces himself to move beyond 'petting good' and rears up a little.
"How do you want to do this?"
"I... haven't actually decided."
"You don't have a plan?"
"I'm feeling spontaneous."
"Your sense of humor is pretty much always horrifying, isn't it?"
Batman just smiles at him, and Wally can't decide if it's better or worse that it's not one of those private smiles. That this one, at least a little bit, is definitely meant for him. That has to be better, right?
"Nn. Damn. I can't really... I want to kiss you again." He lets himself fall back, and Batman takes his hand off his dick, which Wally finds pretty impressive, considering just how hard he is, and what he'd feel like if he was that hard, but then both of those hands are on him.
Stroking his face, carding through his hair.
Slipping down to stroke his throat lightly, carefully, like Batman has Very Specific Ideas about how Wally would react to pressure there, and he wants to say something about that, something that's maybe just "I trust you," but would probably come out as "you're turning me on so much."
But mostly he just...
Hand on his mouth. That hand, the one that smells like Batman's cock. That tastes like it. Or... that tastes like what Wally thinks Batman will, and he can't really think at all, because Batman's pushing two fingers into his mouth and... yeah.
Has to suck on those.
Wants to, and wants to get the message across, because he doesn't really think he had, before, or maybe Batman just thought he'd do a really bad job, and, okay, probable, but...
Quick on the uptake.
He closes his eyes and concentrates, getting his teeth out of the way and pulling them in with suction and... Mm. Licking them, licking them until he can't taste anything but his own spit, and he wonders if this is what it would be like if it was Batman's dick, if it would maybe just come down to how it feels.
Weight and pressure on his tongue and the stretch of his lips.
Wally grabs for Batman's wrist, and the man freezes.
But when Wally tugs he gets with the program. Stroking his way in, thrusting his way in, and. God.
Fucking his mouth.
And he opens his eyes and Batman is... really focused on him. Staring -- probably -- at his mouth, lips just barely parted and... it's not that he moves, or moves much. But Wally can see the moment when Batman realizes his eyes are open, when Batman stops staring at his mouth and starts staring into him.
"You want to suck me..."
And there's something different, something really hard to quantify about that voice, and Wally's really glad he can't actually talk, because he knows he'd just say something damned stupid like "please please take off that stupid pointy-eared cowl." As it is, it's enough that his eyes are trying to roll back in his head, that he can't stop writhing underneath Batman, because Wally's pretty sure he's getting the point.
At least the "oh yes please" parts of the point, because he slips his fingers out slow, dragging them wetly over Wally's chin.
And moves, leaving Wally free to finally scoot back on the bed and his back is yelling at him a little, but... there. It's fine. And now he's free to crawl up onto his knees and grab Batman by the stupid ears and pull him in for a kiss.
And push him down, mostly on the pillows, mostly on the bed, and... yeah.
He hadn't really thought of it before, but there's something really nice about crawling all over someone so big and strong that he doesn't have to be careful.
Especially with Batman just encouraging it, holding him just tight enough that they're pressed together every time Wally shifts, that Wally's weight is all on Batman, no matter what he does.
"God, you're," and he has no idea what he was going to say and he doesn't really care, because he can't decide if it's better to drag his body all over Batman or just his mouth. And he thinks he needs a lot of time and opportunity to study that.
Because Batman's cock is hard and leaking, on his belly, on his cock, and the cowl doesn't taste like anything but plastic, but his efforts on that score make Batman... growl.
Twist beneath him and grab him tighter.
Wally licks his way back to Batman's chin, startling a little at the change in taste and texture between cowl and skin and mouth and tongue and he moans into the kiss and holds on to Batman's shoulders for dear life.
Because it just keeps getting better, and he has no idea what he wants to do beyond -- "Fuck --"
Everything, definitely everything, absolutely everything, because Batman's thumb in his cleft doesn't even tickle.
Doesn't feel weird, doesn't feel anything but hot and hard and how-did-you-not-THINK-about-this-Wally and he spreads his legs and that makes the pressure on his dick even better, and when he manages to look at Batman's face again...
A hungry smile. A dirty smile. A smile that's absolutely perfect for the man with his dick painting stripes of pre-come on Wally's belly and his thumb doing things to Wally's ass.
"You... I can't --" Wally gives up and pants against the cowl, nuzzling his face against it not because it feels good, but because it's the only thing he can do, and he has to do something.
"What can't you do?"
"God I... don't stop -- fuck --" Batman's thumb dipping in and that hurts, okay, or maybe it just could hurt, his body has no fucking clue beyond 'keep thrusting, definitely keep --' "Batman, you feel so good --"
"I want to fuck you."
"Yeah, yeah, okay --"
"How many times do I have to get you off before you can answer a question like that with your mind, as opposed to your dick?"
"I... what? That was a question? You --"
"I don't actually want to take advantage of you, Wally."
"Even if I encourage it? Because... I'm encouraging."
Low, honest chuckle, and Wally would be happier about it if Batman didn't take his thumb away.
"God, please --"
Wally goes, right into a kiss that almost, almost distracts his body from what it suddenly very dearly wants.
Batman tongue-fucks him and bites him and licks him and sucks his tongue and yeah, okay, yeah, he can understand, he thinks.
Because this is intense, and he wouldn't want to really push anybody he knew was a virgin, but one, he'd never even considered comparing himself to Batman in more ways than the fact that they both had tread on their boots, and two, Wally doesn't actually care.
He breaks the kiss. "You have to know I trust you. Even if I can't see your freaking eyes."
"I mean, yeah, this is new, but it's not... I'm not. Fuck, I don't have words for this."
And there's a pause, and Batman's not even moving under him anymore, and it's about two seconds from being deeply disturbing, but then Batman tugs on his hair. Hard.
"I want to see my cock in your mouth."
"Oh God --"
"Wally, do you see? I don't --"
And yeah, he gets it, he totally gets it, but the part of his mind that's freaking out has nothing, absolutely nothing on the part of his mind that's all 'yes, absolutely' and the way the whole of his body is just going for it.
Sliding down Batman's body, dragging his mouth over his chest and Batman's hands are on his shoulders in an entirely non-sexual Wally-stop way, but there's no way he means it, even less when Wally gets his teeth on Batman's nipple and bites.
The hands on his shoulders flex, and Batman's not super-strong or anything, but it still hurts in exactly the right way.
The do-that-again way.
Likes it hard, yeah. Wally can oblige.
Bites his way down and down and smells him and... fuck. Nothing like him at all, in a way that makes him want to do yoga or something so he can suck his own dick and be sure, but, yeah, better things to do now.
Sucks the head into his mouth and shifts and moves and half-falls off the bed again in the search for a better angle and --
"God, Wally, I was just --"
"Yeah, I know, shut up now, okay? I have to concentrate."
Wraps his hand around Batman's dick and smirks. "I'm new at this stuff, you know."
And he's almost, almost sure that if he could see Batman's face it'd look like his own if, say, he looked out the window and saw a pink elephant flying past, and that's... a pretty good feeling to have, really.
But he still closes his eyes when he goes back down, because he wants to do this right, and he doesn't want to be distracted, and... fuck. Tastes good. Hums around his mouthful and thinks deep and serious thoughts about taking up an entirely new career, and not just because this one probably won't ever end up with him being tossed into space.
Because Batman is groaning and panting and, fuck, shooting pre-come all over his tongue.
Because no matter what he said, this is exactly what he wanted, and Wally's giving it to him.
And taking it for himself.
Wally sucks hard, hard as he can, and the sound Batman makes... it's like he's gritting it out, like it hurts him, and when those hands are back on his head they're shaking. And not pushing, not at all, but Wally knows what he'd want.
Goes down a little farther, trying to get his tongue to do interesting things, trying to keep up the suction --
"Wally. Wally --"
And then just pushing himself as far as he can, smashing his mouth against his own fist and trying to fuck himself a little. Like Batman did with his fingers. Like... God. It's just too good.
Pushes Batman's chest down with his free hand and drags his knee up a little and his hips have no problem with this. He's humping the mattress and fucking his own mouth with almost the same rhythm, and then it is the same rhythm and his lips.... They don't feel raw so much as used. Being-used.
And he's going to come from this. He is.
All Batman has to do is anything, anything like just exactly that, weaving his fingers into Wally's hair and moving him, up and down, and it's just a little faster, but that means his hips can go faster, and he's drooling and sucking and coming all over the sheets and he's still hard, and now it really hurts and he shakes himself loose and grabs his own stupid, needy dick.
"God, I'm sorry, I'm just --" Shaking.
And Batman rears up and grabs him, kisses him hard and slams them back down to the bed and grabs Wally's wrists and presses them against the sheets and drives against him.
"Oh fuck --"
Chafing his dick and fucking him. Just... it shouldn't feel so big and important with Batman rubbing himself off against him, but it does, it does.
Not just because it's real damned easy to imagine being pressed down, being held down just like this while Batman goes for it. "I want you in me. I want --"
And Batman strikes like a fucking snake, biting him hard just beneath his ear and holding on with his teeth and just riding him.
"Oh God that actually hurts don't stop don't you dare stop --"
Growl against his skin, flat and animal and serious and. Wet heat between them, making it smoother, better.
"You just came on me. Oh my God --"
And now his dick is slipping in Batman's come, slipping around between them and no, doesn't hurt anymore, not even with Batman giving these sharp little bites all over his face. Quick as kisses but so much more than that, and he's still moving, still working on him, and Wally wants to move.
Goes for it, pushing out of Batman's hold with a grunt and rolling them over again, bracing one foot on the floor when he feels himself dangling in space and. "Wait, wait. Let's try for on the bed. Both of us, even."
Narrow little smile and Batman gives him a little push until Wally disentangles himself and then moves until he's sitting up against the wall, tossing pillows aside.
And that... he really has to take a moment. Naked, naked Batman, half-hard and sticky with come. In his bed. Tossing his pillows on the floor. And beckoning him closer with one hand, so maybe he doesn't need to take a moment at all.
Straddles Batman's thighs and takes a kiss.
Another one because it feels so good. Because Batman seems to be on the same page, and that's just...
You don't give that up unless you're crazy.
Hands in his hair, again.
"You like long hair. Uh."
"I like yours." Little tug, not sharp at all, and Batman licks his way into his mouth and Wally spreads a bit more, so he can be short enough to let the man do his thing comfortably, because, really, he's liking his hair, too, right now.
Sudden, ridiculously hot image -- Batman with one hand yanking on his hair and one hand on his hip and. "Jesus," he says, slurred around Batman's tongue.
"What are you thinking?"
"You. Fucking me. Pulling my hair."
"Mm. We always tell you to use your head more often, Wally."
And he doesn't have time to say anything to that because Batman is yanking his hair, yanking his head back and sucking on his throat and licking him and rubbing one nipple with his other thumb and --
"I don't want to mark you."
"Suit. Suit covers..."
"Not the point."
"It so is. I want to see this tomorrow. I want to know -- oh God --"
Batman biting him, doing it hard and doing it all over his throat and pinching his nipple and it's so fast that his body doesn't have time to decide whether it hurts or feels good or feels good because it hurts.
And Batman's pulling his hair so hard that he has to catch himself on his hand, and now he's arched over like something in moderately scary porn, but his body can handle it. It can.
He wants to feel this tomorrow, too.
And Batman's clearly gotten that, because some of those bites are hard enough to bruise, maybe hard enough -- no, he hasn't drawn blood and he probably won't. And suddenly Wally has an image of Batman systematically testing his own strength, figuring out just how much he can do... everything.
Except that that would require someone to experiment on, because he doesn't think Batman is that flexible and yeah, brain off the rails.
He's getting used to the feeling.
And now he's thinking about it. Wondering what it would be like to have this every night, or just every night when they weren't actively working to save the world, and... did Batman even want that?
Would he have taken his mask off if he did?
"I may not be psychic, but it's very, very obvious when you're thinking, Wally."
"Heh. Smoke coming out of my ears?"
"Just a little."
"I'm just..." Okay, weird to have a conversation when your body is doing a good impression of a pretzel. He sits up. Runs a hand down his chest. Does it again because... damn.
He's either sticky or slick or raw, everywhere he touches. His dick gives a helpful throb, just in case he was in danger of forgetting why.
"Hunh? Nothing. Really... just. Not to be a total girl about this, but, uh, is this a one-time thing? It's okay, I mean, I know I'm really not relationship material and. Hell. I just kind of want to know."
"You're thinking about this now."
"Hey, I never claimed to be the Best Timingest Man in the World."
"Just the fastest. Riiight." Batman shakes his head, but he's smiling.
Stroking Wally's cheek, and he has enough time to wonder if that's an answer, and if it is what he's supposed to do with it, and if there's a Batman-to-English dictionary anywhere that he can buy, and if maybe Superman is writing one if there isn't one already, and just how much he really cares, if getting an answer he can understand means no more of this, right now, but --
"It's the mask."
Wally rewinds a bit. Thinks. "Not... necessarily?"
Batman nods, slowly. Drops his hand after one last thumb-stroke over his eye, and now they're not touching anywhere but where Wally's straddling him.
It shouldn't make as much of a difference as it does.
"I've thought about this. About... us."
"I. I figured." And hey, you don't need to be way over there, he doesn't say.
"I can't say I didn't believe it would eventually become necessary for you to have more than I could give."
"You just hoped. I mean. Hell. Look, I just want to know whether I can grope your ass on the Tower tomorrow." Wally tries a smile.
"Depends on whether or not I'm in the middle of arguing with Superman."
"You always are. But --" That's an answer. That's enough for tonight, and he leans in for a kiss, but Batman stops him with a hand on his chest.
"It's not. It doesn't have anything to do with trust."
Which... he has to blink at that. And think about it, and think some more and... he really doesn't get it.
But he also doesn't think Batman would lie to him unless it was, like, necessary for the sake of the universe or something, which, no matter what his dick says, this actually isn't. So.
He nods. Leans in again, pushing against the hand on his chest until it stops pushing and kisses him. On the cowl.
Grins when Batman jumps and does it again.
Kisses the pointy little ears and. Ow. "Hey, do you ever use these things as weapons?"
Heh. And you know, that could definitely be a threat, and probably was, but it's a lot harder to take the man that seriously than it used to be. Like, an hour ago. "Hey, Batman."
"We just had a heart-to-heart. Like, despite ourselves."
Batman's smile is mostly for himself, Wally thinks, but it's there. Available, even. Wally tilts the man's head back until he can look into... the blank whiteness where his eyes should be.
Shakes his head and grins his own secret smile. "Heart-to-heart conversation equals acknowledgement of ourselves as equals -- don't argue -- means that there is absolutely no reason for you not to fuck me."
Batman... the eye-holes narrow. That's probably a blink. "Your mind works in... absolutely fascinating ways."
"Yeah, you love it."
More a show of teeth than a smile. "Do I?"
That's definitely a threat, but Wally? Is a superhero. Like, all the time now. "Yeah. Because I think I'm starting to get you, Batman." He rolls his hips a little, and it's nowhere near enough friction, and it doesn't quite make Batman soften as much as it makes him... focus.
"Mm. Like I said. I figured you'd given this some thought. Which, since you're you, means that you've given this a lot of thought. And. Well. You could've just told me to fuck off a minute ago, but instead you... tried to make me understand."
"And what does that tell you?"
Wally wraps his arms around Batman's neck and grins a little wider. "That you kind of like me. Because you wouldn't do this at all if you didn't. No matter how much you wanted my ass."
"Maybe I just felt impulsive."
"Uh, huh. Pull the other one. In fact, pull something, because I --"
Wally hits the bed so hard he bounces, thighs screaming a little at the stretch until he straightens his legs and braces his feet on the wall and Batman's not giving him any room to breathe.
Not giving him any room to do anything, because, God, big and heavy and, yeah, if he hadn't decided that Wally was Ready before, he sure has now, and it's.
It's exactly like having sex with Batman should be.
Rough and fast and hard and mind-blowing, and that's just the kiss.
Batman bites his lip and fucks his mouth and holds him still. Like he's gotten Wally exactly where he wants him and has no intention of letting him so much as shift. Wally holds on tight, stroking his way over the scars and muscle of Batman's back, down to his ass and. He doesn't have to pull him in any tighter.
He doesn't think he could.
But he can ride this, and take this, and this time the bites on his throat will definitely leave marks, and he still can't decide if they're better or worse than the sucking.
It's good, it's all good, and "more. I want --"
"There are a lot of things we can do, Wally."
"Why don't you just assume you've got blanket permission and that I'll tell you if I want you to stop anything?"
"You're a dangerous man, Wally."
"I've been telling you --"
"Turn over. Hands and knees."
And oh, yeah. Normally he's pretty careful about using his speed with someone in close proximity, but Batman can take it.
He doesn't even hesitate, just starts stroking his back.
And biting it.
"You are really relentlessly oral, man."
"Maybe you just taste good."
"That's... really disturbingly cannibalistic, while also being hot and flattering."
"I like giving you things to think about."
"I knew it, this is just a dastardly attempt to improve my mind --" And the last word turns into a yelp, because Batman's licking his ass, and spreading him and... yeah, there, too, and there's a tiny, tiny moment of "ew," but it's so tiny that Wally thinks he only noticed it because he's used to his brain moving at top speed and then he's not really thinking at all because...
"God. God, were you thinking of this -- no wait, don't stop to answer me don't oh God that's --"
Good. Really, really... oh God, if getting fucked feels anything remotely like this he's spending the rest of his life bent over stuff and hoping.
Bent over stuff and actively encouraging, because he's really sweating now, it's hot as hell, and Batman is... God, he's fucking him with his tongue, really.
Really just going for it, and Wally's body can't decide whether to melt or vibrate off the bed.
"Batman. Batman please --" And he doesn't know what he's begging for, because this is so perfect that he's gonna come before he can make his hand move enough to get to his dick.
Stroking in, fast, and Wally gives up and drops to his elbows, rubbing his face against the sheets because he can't do anything else and he needs to feel something, needs to know he exists beyond Batman's hands on his hips and Batman's tongue in his ass.
"Please," he says again, and he's working his hips back, swallowing back spit and needing, needing.
And Batman stops. Puts a hand on his back to keep him from moving.
"Unh. God. You just... I need."
"You're beautiful like this. Flushed all over."
His dick throbs and he knows if he could make himself look down and back he'd be connected to the sheets by his own pre-come.
"Your hair hanging in your face..."
"Not that this isn't really, really nice, but --"
Can't even describe the sound he makes and doesn't feel like trying because Batman shoves his thumb in. All the way to the second knuckle and, okay, different, burns, but when he pants out a breath something changes and...
God, just waves of feeling, all the way up his back and down into his fingers, making him curl them into the mattress and shake.
"Do you want this, Wally?"
"Make me... make me want it. You can... oh God." Rocks his hips back and he doesn't get any deeper, he can't, but then Batman pulls out just a little and pushes back in and drives a moan out of him.
"I don't... you don't have to beg --"
"Does it make you harder? I want you... God, I want you to feel just like I do..."
Grunt that's maybe, maybe the same as a groan from anyone else and now Batman's fucking him, and it doesn't hurt at all, doesn't do anything but make Wally feel it in his belly, in the palms of his hands.
"I can't... God, fuck me, just..."
"Are you going to come?"
"I... don't... not yet --"
"Then I have to stop --"
"Just for a second. We need lubricant for this. I don't." Shaky hand stroking his hip, his thigh.
"I... okay. Okay. Don't make me wait."
Wet sounds behind him, and he'd be more amused about it -- he's got lotion in his drawer but his drawer is closed -- but, for one thing, it's just not that much of a surprise, and for another thing, his body is screaming now at him, and God, he wants.
Slick, cool finger sliding inside him. One, long, longer and thinner than the thumb and Wally shoves back until it's jabbing him and a gasps out a moan into the sheets.
"We can't do this fast --"
And Batman slips out and jabs in hard, and that's gotta be two fingers, and maybe it's supposed to be an object lesson, but it just makes Wally want more.
"Yes yes do it --"
Twisting inside him and.
There's nothing like this, nothing and someday he wants Batman to do just this, to finger him until he's screaming, more than he is right now.
Because he would, and it would be so fucking good, so intense that it's driving him right out of his skin, and the noises he's making are mindless, stupid, needy things from deep in his chest.
Yeah, it hurts, and it's too fast, and he gets that, but it's also Batman, Batman's fingers inside him, stretching him out for his dick, and Wally's so hard he feels like he could break things.
Maybe just himself.
"Please Batman --"
"I need this. I need you in me --"
Fingers out of him and he knows that he's gonna get it, get this, but he still can't keep himself from spreading wider, from arching his back for it and whimpering and begging with everything he is.
Blunt nudge against him, and maybe a nanosecond of pause before Batman pushes in, shocking him silent, making Wally bite at the sheets and bite his own tongue.
But even the general sense of not-ready has nothing on the need, on the screaming mindless need to have Batman inside him.
And he pushes back and yells and Batman's hands are on his hips, holding him still, but Wally's stronger and nothing's gonna stop him now. Pushes himself back up onto his hands for better leverage and slams back, and it shocks this desperate, hungry little sound out of Batman even as it just shuts him right up.
Huge. Just... huge, and his eyes are wide with it, his body is thrumming with it, and there's a yell pushing at the backs of his teeth and Wally shakes his head against it, against the feel of Batman's hands tightening on his hips, against all of it.
"Breathe. You have to --"
Gasps out the breath he'd been holding and Batman slides in just that much more, those many miles more, and he's tearing at the sheets.
And that does make him laugh, because how the hell -- oh. "Oh God."
Batman's hands skating over his skin, Batman's hair brushing against his ass, wiry and scratchy in a way that makes him want to scratch more and --
And he's getting really, really fucking sick of saying that, but it doesn't stop being absolutely true.
"I have to --"
And his brain knows that it was just the smallest of shifts, but his body is telling him about epics, about earthquakes and how they start miles beneath everything else and rock the whole fucking planet. "Do it. Just --"
And Batman's back-thrust feels like it takes every important part of his body that he's never given any thought to with it, like, including his spleen, but that just makes the thrust back in feel even more right.
Like everything's falling back into place. "Again --"
And he's definitely going to have finger-shaped bruises on his hips and his ass may never be the same and Wally throws his head back and fuck. That was closer to a bark than anything else, and his arms are shaking with fatigue, because apparently all of his energy was devoted to getting this, whether he was aware of that or not.
"Batman. God, Batman --"
In him and riding him, riding him hard and speeding up with every stroke, killing him with every stroke.
"Never. Never want you to stop..."
Hauling him back into every thrust and Wally can hear them, and it's wet and it's nasty and it's porn, only it's right here, in his bedroom. In his life and in him.
Inside. "Please --"
And Batman pauses and shifts and now Wally's screaming, and he has a heartbeat to think "neighbors," but then it's just the feeling, the motion, quick flares of sensation and image that don't seem to have anything to do with his body or his senses beyond the way that everything is about the pure, raw fuck Batman's giving him.
And it might even be true. More than might when Batman covers his back just long enough to haul them both up, spreading Wally's thighs over his own again and pulling him down.
He doesn't know what to do with his hands. He doesn't know what to do with himself, it's just too much, and every move just makes it more. Deeper, hotter, crazier -- "Fuck me, Batman, fuck me --"
And Batman takes one hand off his hip and yanks him back by the hair into a shallow, dirty kiss that he can scream into.
It's the only thing he can do, since he can't remember how to make his tongue work, but. Arms.
Wally reaches up and back and holds Batman there and those big, hard hands are back on his hips and moving him, screwing him down onto Batman's dick, and Wally yells and whimpers and begs and occasionally remembers to breathe so he can do more of the same.
Suck the tip of Batman's tongue and work his hips and orgasm hits him exactly like a brick to the head, if the brick was six feet long and slamming him into a wall. His eyes fly open and the noise he makes is high and desperate and Batman's driving into him, pulling out of the kiss and biting his shoulder.
Wally lets his head fall back and goes with it. His body is loose and useless and humming with so much satisfaction that every thrust is almost a shock, making him blink and grunt and want...
Slides one hand down over his stomach and into the come and just... rubs it in. Because this is part of it, this is sex, and the only thing that would make it better is if it was Batman's come all over him, but then he wouldn't be fucking him like this.
Wouldn't be rocking his whole body and growling into his skin and holding him like he never wants to let go.
Like he won't ever stop.
And the rhythm's gone, and now it's just hard and harder. Wally reaches back between his legs, and the angle is bad and he's pretty close to dislocating his own shoulder, but when he bends a little he can feel him.
Feel Batman's dick driving in, feel the heavy slap of his balls, and --
One last slam and fuck.
Holding his hips so hard Wally thinks they'll maybe snap.
And then relaxing. A little.
Panting hard against his back.
Wally tries to remember how to breathe.
Batman strokes his thighs, slow and firm, and eventually Wally realizes that they're shaking. Lets himself fall the rest of the way forward to take some of the pressure off and okay, gah, that was poorly considered.
Batman just pets him a little more. Up over his hips and his ass, pushing and pulling a little until they're completely disengaged.
Wally shivers at the feel of come running down the cleft. Down his thighs.
"Jesus," is what he can come up with.
"Are you. Are you all right?"
And at first that seems like a deeply, deeply stupid question, but... okay, maybe he can actually turn his face out of the mattress.
Wally nods as obviously as he can and stays right where he is.
Batman's response is to press his thumb to the base of his spine and slide it down.
Wally yips into the sheets, jerks and flips himself over. "Not that all right. Uh. God."
Batman's... that's definitely a smirk. He looks Wally up and down with a really kind of thorough satisfaction.
Slick hand on his slicker belly and sliding down. Pausing.
Wally looks and... little Wally is asleep. Heh. No wonder Batman's smug. "You do realize that you can change that with about three good strokes, right?"
The smirk freezes on his faces. Those eye-holes narrow again. "I honestly don't know whether to be impressed or terrified for the world."
Wally's turn to smirk. "Go with impressed. I only use my powers for good."
Slow head-shake, and Batman offers his hand.
Hauls Wally up so they're both kneeling and kisses him... slow. Not really gentle, but definitely slow. Wally stretches and keeps kissing, and when he can make his arms move again, he wraps them around Batman's neck.
Pushes him over backwards until it's Batman's turn to unbend his legs or die of terminal thigh-burn. Kisses some more.
"Mm." He grabs the pillows he can reach and arranges them haphazardly. Mostly under his head. A little under Batman's. Relaxes with a sigh.
"I can't stay."
"Mm-hmm. Places to go, other superheroes to introduce to the wacky world of gay sex, I hear you."
"Just. Wait 'til I'm asleep. It won't take long."
"... all right."
Wally presses a kiss to Batman's shoulder and closes his eyes. Yawns. Absently checks that the comm is still in his ear, as opposed to fucked out of his head and into the next apartment or something.
"You wear it all the time."
"Yeah. You never know, right?"
Non-committal little sound.
Wally yawns some more and... snuggles. A little. Not enough that Batman won't be able to get out of bed easily, but... warm.
Grins to himself and dives back into sleep, wondering if Annika is waiting for him.
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