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"Hey, Dick?"
It was a normal night for Dick and Wally, all things considered, the setting sun casting rays of red and purple outside Dick's Blüdhaven apartment. Wally had some beef in the slow cooker they'd share for the next few days; for now, he was sprawled out on the couch, grading papers as part of the 'cushy' (Dick's words) job he worked as an assistant professor at the University of Blüdhaven. Dick still moonlit as Nightwing, and worked as an EMT for Blüdhaven FD by day.
They made it a point to have dinner together as often as they could. Most nights weren't like this - Dick had to go out on patrol, or Wally had a student org commitment, or both. But Dick got Jason to cover his patrol tonight, and Wally double-triple checked and cleared his Outlook calendar for anything he'd forgotten about. This night was just for them.
"Hm?" Dick replied, looking up from his own stack of papers. Probably some of his own after-action reports, Wally mused. Dick's hair shifted ever so slightly in the current of the HVAC, and God, he never got to look at his fiancé enough.
"I was wondering if maybe we could try something different tonight?" Wally continued.
"Oh, yeah, like other than the beef you have? It'll keep, we could get takeout ton -"
Wally laughed, circling an 'A' on the paper he was grading and shoving it off to the side. "No, dumbass, I mean in bed. Sexy adult fun time. Y'know?"
"Oh." Dick mirrored Wally's laughter, a comfortable routine for the both of them. Life could get so cakey sometimes, and Wally figured it was just Dick's brain fog (something Wally loved to take away in the moments of clarity after the fact). "Well, I'm all ears," Dick smirked.
"Well…" Wally twiddled his fingers, taking a breath. Even after all these years with Dick, a part of him still hated communication. Not that it wasn't valuable or necessary, but he was still afraid of being judged. Talking first and thinking later was ingrained in his psyche - 'the speedster mindset' (also Dick's words) - and it'd gotten him in some real trouble before. Rudy, Barry, Bats, Red Tornado… The list went on.
He flit his eyes back up at Dick. Ugh, and wasn't he just a Dick, his hair floating like that in the wind. He'd just gotten it cut a few weeks ago: a wolf cut. And sheesh, had it grown out nicely.
"I've never really told anyone this before. It's kind of embarrassing, but oh well," Wally started, taking another long breath before letting it all out. "Whenever I access the Speed Force, however little I use it nowadays, sometimes I just slow down. Take a look at people, frozen in whatever they were doing when I started speeding, admiring how they looked. Not touching, of course, but window shopping, I guess."
Wally's eyes returned to Dick's face, shaking his head at what he just said. "I don't do it anymore, of course. What do I look like, some twenty-eight year old stereotypical creep professor who peeps at a bunch of college kids and gives 'em As if I think they're cute? Or even worse, fellow faculty. They're all eighty, Dick, I swear."
Dick gave Wally an easy smile at his joke as he twirled the pen in is hand. He looked so effortless like that, Wally listlessly thought, but he couldn't think about that right now.
"It was the best, though, when I was still a hero. I still remember, just before all the Reach stuff happened… damn, seven years ago? You'd invited me on a mission again, and I was free of school and work, so I said 'fuck it, let's go'. And we caught all those villains off guard with my presence. They were like 'isn't he retired?' and I said 'Yeah!' and before they could comprehend that, I went in the Speed Force and kicked all of their asses."
"I remember that," Dick laughed, running a hand through his hair (Wally swore it almost glinted blue under the cold kitchen lighting).
"Yeah. It was a nice distraction from my overdue Scientific Ethics paper. But, anyways, before I… unsped? Is that the right word? I don't know. I took a look at all of you guys. I still remember everyone. Will looked so majestic with his bow and arrow. And that goatee. Artemis too. There was such a perfect microchosm of emotion and intent in their faces."
"Nice of you to bring up our exes from seven years ago when we're talking about what we want to do in our bed tonight," Dick said, a expression of annoyance on his face that was betrayed by the barely-hidden grin on his lips.
Wally groaned. "I was getting somewhere with this. More importantly, Dick, for years I still thought about how you looked that day. In your Nightwing suit, hands curled in such fearlessness. I was shocked. And kinda turned on. So I was hoping we could do that tonight, Dick. You get dressed in your Nightwing suit, I access the Speed Force, and I -" Wally raised his eyebrow, pointing his pen and stare straight at Dick, "- undress you."
"Hm." Dick's verbal response wasn't much, but Wally grinned at just how flustered he'd made Dick then. "Seems like my design had its… intended effect," Dick chuckled drily, before putting down his papers, climbing down from the barstool he was on, walking towards Wally, and plopping down on the couch next to him. "I'd love to try it out, babe."
"Really?" It slipped out, but it was true. Wally didn't know what he expected in Dick's response, but it wasn't openmindedness; he expected some form of 'that's disgusting', or a 'maybe not tonight' shrouded by a look of 'is he crazy?'. Or worse, one of Dick's patent 'I'm hiding my real reaction' looks. But, no, here Dick was, just looking up at Wally in pure curiosity.
"Really."
"And you're not concerned about… like, the fact that it's only me deriving pleasure from what I'm doing, or the whole unconsensual nature of it all?"
"First off, Walls, I love it when you use your fancy physics PhD language on me," Dick chuckled. "Second, well, it'd be nice not to be dominant for a night. God knows I do it too much at both my jobs, and besides, I want to make you happy. It's our only night together for a while. I mean, people have different kinks. You do, I do. Remember like a year ago? You made me so happy that one night I asked if I could cuff you to our bed. A bunch of people think that's weird, I guess, but you didn't judge me. Why would I judge you?"
"Oh yeah, now that was fun." Wally licked his lips, memories of that night flashing like a supercut in his brain. The room only being lit by candlelight, Dick being scarily good at playing a villain, the knowledge that he could have phased out of the cuffs if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Wally sighed; they were still deep in a conversation. He needed to save these thoughts for later. "In another life, you were definitely a police officer."
"Ew, no. I could never," Dick said, playfully elbowing Wally. "Back on topic, you're talking to me about what you want to do, which is good. My point is, it might not be my thing. I don't know yet. But I want to explore."
Wally laid a kiss on Dick's cheek, drawing circles in Dick's scalp. "Okay!"
Wally looked at himself in Dick's mirror back in their master bedroom. He was just in regular clothes: a Flash shirt with a silver emblem, grey socks, and black slacks. He heard the click of Dick's escrima sticks and the zipper of the back of Dick's suit float in from the bathroom, and for a fleeting moment, Wally felt bad that he couldn't dress up in something on par with what he asked Dick to wear. Although, he didn't have a supersuit he could wear unless he wanted to tear his Kid Flash suit open. Something Dick probably wouldn't mind, but still.
"Hey, babe, I'm ready," Wally said, turning behind him to see Dick already at the bedroom door, a blue glove creaking it open.
There was a smugness in the way Dick walked in the suit that caught Wally's breath. The blue accents on his shoes and gloves, the simple blue wing against black kevlar. Perfectly molded kevlar, that followed the shape of every single ab, that curved to fit his biceps and quads. He could feel the blush on his cheeks, already.
Wally was ready to bust right then and there. Of course he'd seen Dick in his Nightwing suit before, but it was always in passing. Today, it was his. Dick was his.
"What, thinking about how you'll miss me already?" Dick teased, and Wally wanted to freeze that grin on his face right then and there. He didn't, though - his reward later on would be so much sweeter.
"Just taking you in," Wally replied, trying to access some of the gravitas and flirtatiousness he'd had when he was still out on the field. Wally wasn't so good at it now, he guessed, but Dick inherited it in spades. "Well. Care to spar, Nightwing?"
"Of course, Flash."
Dick took Wally's hand and led him to the next room over, their home gym. It was quaint, enough for Wally's treadmill and Dick's machines, trapeze hooks hanging from the ceiling, and a wide mat on the floor.
Well, that mat's about to get used for its money's worth, Wally thought, licking his lips before grinning. "Well," he started, slipping into a battle stance. "I'm ready when you are."
"Where you go, I go, right?" Dick laughed, pinning his hair behind his ears before slipping into his own battle stance. God, Wally couldn't stop thinking about just how effortlessly Dick pulled at Wally's heartstrings (now, more like dick-strings), noticing just how pristine Dick's skin looked under the evening light.
Plus, he'd always had a thing for Dick's domino mask. It didn't help that Dick's eyes were glowing whiter than ever, nor that Wally knew Dick's real blue eyes were just behind.
They stood like that for a moment, just breathing in anticipation, breaths synching as the orange light above faded into purples and blues.
Dick made the first move. His fist came careening towards Wally in a blur of blue, and Wally threw a simple block in return. No speed yet. Wally smirked, throwing a leg up for a kick; Dick seemed to anticipate this, somersaulting out of the way. Wally strafed a few steps over, locking eyes with Dick in a defensive position. He charged, coming in for his own punch, and this time Dick was the one to block, switching his stance to flip and pin Wally to the ground; well, Wally saw that from a mile away. He ducked under Dick's grip, loosening his hand and skidding the other way.
He wanted to get Dick worked up before he started working him out.
Wally knew that Dick wasn't oblivious. Exhibit A: Dick laughed, wiping off the beads of sweat forming on his forehead with his forearm. "Not starting the fun part, yet, I see?"
"Hm," Wally chuckled in response. "You'll see."
"Maybe this is just an excuse for you to spar for once. Whatever, I'm into it." Dick charged with another punch when Wally was still catching his breath - this, Wally would have to use his speed for.
Bolts of lightning surrounded him as he entered the Speed Force; it seemed like there was a blur vignetting his eyesight as the world slowed around him to a grinding halt. Wally never realized how quiet being in the Speed Force was - he couldn't hear the constant sirens of Blüdhaven emergency services outside, or the rumblings of the subway, or the air conditioning. Only his breathing, the dark light, and his focal point, Dick: a look of smug determination frozen on his face as he ran into the punch.
Wally almost couldn't believe it. Sure, he'd been in this position before, but he'd always been doing something more important. Now, it was just him, and his absolute monster of a fiancé, standing right in front of him. And if Roy and Artemis looked majestic, Dick looked like a fucking Greek god, interpreted by a master of a sculptor. Muscles perfectly tensed, down to the fine detail.
He paced around Dick, like a vulture circling its prey, taking in the sight. It wasn't like Dick's ass wasn't all his, but those tabloids really did not lie about Nightwing's ass. In the suit specifically.
For the first time, Wally broke through the mindset that he had to hold himself back. Some part of him still cringed at the idea, called himself a pervert, but he reminded himself: Dick consented to this. Dick was excited for how this would turn out. And Wally was too. He stuck out his hand, first grazing lightly over Dick's lower back, tracing over the kevlar as it led to Dick's butt. Dick's suit was a propietary blend of spandex, kevlar, and cotton - tough enough to withstand arrows and gunshots, but flexible enough to feel Wally's grope.
Wally licked his lips. He'd done this before, sure, in the plenty of sex they'd had in the years they'd been together - but Wally was certifiably turned on. He pretended he was some villain, breaking boundaries. He felt powerful. Scandalous.
Wally's finger led back around to Dick's front… to Dick's dick. He wore a cup out in the field, but Wally could tell he'd foregone it today. He smirked as he squatted down, tracing the outline of the other's shaft and balls through the black, feeling his own dick press against his underwear.
Wally laughed, a release from the arousal building up across his chest, in every fiber of his being. "I should get you like this more often."
His first move was to tuck Dick's hair behind his ears, like Dick had done earlier; it had floated back down over his ears in the heat of it all. Wally rested his wrists on Dick's shoulders, staring at his lover's face, all hot and bothered like that. He counted every spot where hair dared to prick through Dick's face, every bead of sweat so still they looked like little ice crystals.
Wally leaned down, giving Dick a kiss. He intended for it to be just a quick peck before he moved onto greener pastures, but he was addicted to the way his mouth felt like this. They had kissed so passionately before, but this time was different - it was different when Dick wasn't intending to kiss anyone in the moment. Wally could feel the infintesmal curl of determination in Dick's lips as he deepened his kiss, enjoying the feeling of opening Dick's gritted teeth with his tongue as he entered.
Wally felt like he was high. He never wanted to leave the Speed Force. It'd never served him this well.
Finally breaking away from his kiss, he chuckled - Dick looked funny, eyes still frozen in determination but mouth messy and unkempt. Wally shut Dick's jaw with a single finger, staring deep into his partner's domino mask.
That would be the first thing to come off, he mused. Wally's hand reached up to Dick's face, peeling off the black mask and throwing it somewhere to the side. He saw the slightest itch of lightning emanate from the mask - a deterrent for those who'd dare expose Dick's real identity. Wally was lucky: for a speedster, that effect was practically moot.
Blue eyes stared back at Wally's, with that same ferocious determination his mouth carried. Or rather, had carried, before Wally ruined it. Wally's hands came up to Dick's face again, molding Dick's expression from a scowl into a smile. Of course my lover also has to have the most perfect dimples ever, Wally thought.
It was only fair that the gloves would be next. Wally took Dick's punching hand in his, uncurling the punch so that Dick's hand rested in an open position. He fondled for the small zipper along the edge of the glove, pulling it and easing it off. It was a simple glove - blue on his palms, black everywhere else. Utilitarian, stylish, and hiding his lover's just-as-pristine fingers. Wally had always appreciated Dick's hands. His nails were wide, almost rectanglish, and he liked to keep them with some semblance of white, yet neatly trimmed - not bitten like Wally's often were.
The speedster traced the lines in Dick's palm for a short while, admiring the callouses built up over years and years of stretching, working out, feeling. He maneuvered Dick's hand so his palm was facing the floor, kissing all his lover's knuckles.
"You're all mine, babe," Wally smirked, looking back up at Dick's face, taking a good look at his expression from a different angle. "All mine."
Wally stood back, hands on his hips as he smiled at his handiwork. He didn't want to unbox all of his present now. No. He'd keep Dick waiting. Waiting and waiting until finally, he was on the ground, panting, just begging to come. Wally smirked at the idea. For good measure, Wally's finger ventured to Dick's chest, tracing over the blue wing, then along his pec to his right nipple, lightly circling it. Then his finger ghosted to Dick's left.
He squeezed. Hard; he wanted to see Dick cringe. Maybe keel over. Hopefully hard enough that he'd turn purple under there.
Now, he was done.
Wally closed his eyes, feeling the Speed Force leave him in another flash of lightning, taking in the grunt of his lover opposite, the soft crash of Dick as he fell forward onto the mat. Opening his eyes, he relished in the sight; Dick wasn't quite collapsed on the floor, but he was low to the ground in a defensive position, clearly caught off guard if his bated breath and blush had anything to say about it.
Dick broke the silence. "Thought you'd do it all at once," he teased, messily throwing his tossed domino back on. His gloves stayed off, though. "With your speedster libido and all."
"Oh, baby, we're just getting started," Wally said, his stance switching from having his hands on his hips to crossing his arms, a witchy tone lining the edges of his voice. He was really loving this power-trip thing. "I'm going to make you suffer, Dick Grayson. You'll see."
"You're on," Dick chuckled, charging towards Wally and going in for a kick.
Wally quickly stepped into a defensive position, blocking the kick with his forearm. Dick seemed to see this coming, and before Wally could turn his block into a grab, Dick flipped and came in with another kick with his other foot. Wally stepped back, continuing to block Dick's advances. Between the kicks, he caught Dick's hand when he tried to sneak it around Wally's leg to flip him over onto the ground - one of Dick's signature moves. None of that today, Wally decided, taking the hand, lifting it to spin Dick around and into a tight hold, Dick's back to Wally's front.
That also meant Dick's ass was on Wally's dick. Wally felt his cheeks redden, and the pressure in his groin only grow.
"You're hard," Dick teased, and Wally could feel Dick breathe in and out as he rested in Wally's hold.
"And you're not?" Wally laughed.
"I guess you'll never know," Dick replied, rotating his own arms to unhook himself from Wally's hold, stepping up onto the wall to do a flip to end up on Wally's other side.
Wally turned around slowly, shaking out his hands before crossing them again with a huff, leaning off the wall Dick had just jumped off of. Dick was in another defensive position now, his heavy breathing filling the room.
The speedster only smirked, eyeing Dick up and down. "I'm tiring you out? Already?"
"Think you're the one who's tired. Me? Never."
Wally would see about that. He closed his eyes again, feeling the Speed Force blur past him. He opened his eyes, and, man, he almost thought he was dreaming. Dick was still in his defensive position, showing off just how much his acrobat-since-age-four legs could stretch, hands and arms straight in a karate-like block, face frozen in a smug smirk.
"Well, if you want the mask on so badly," Wally remarked, a witchy tone overtaking his voice. "I won't stop you. I'll bite." Wally walked up to Dick's front, single finger moving Dick's arms from blocking his chest down to his sides. He wanted to wipe that smirk straight off his fiancé's face. He went in for a kiss, even deeper than before, closing his eyes and feeling the buzz of the Speed Force fuel his arousal. One hand was in Dick's hair, ruffling it and messing it up; one hand feeling the cheek of the butt Wally hadn't groped earlier. Five beats; Wally broke through Dick's smirk with his tongue, savoring the taste of Dick's toothpaste mixed with his saliva. Ten beats; he thought he would leave his mark, so he bit Dick's lower lip: not enough to bleed, of course, but definitely enough to bruise. At fifteen beats, Wally came up for air, the whites of Dick's domino mask blinding Wally for a second as he opened his eyes.
"You know," Wally said, inches away from Dick's face. "I think," he whispered, his right hand slipping to the back of Dick's neck to grasp the zipper holding Dick's costume together. "You have way too many clothes on. Do you think so?" Wally listened for a moment to the silence, letting out a chuckle at the lack of response. "I think that means yes. Correct me if I'm wrong."
The zipper came down, and Wally circled around to Dick's back, splitting the layer of reinforced spandex off Dick's back. It came off in two pieces, one piece to Dick's left, one piece to his right, the black and cobalt blue contrasting perfectly with Dick's tan skin to show off his toned back. Wally's hands grazed over the lightly sweaty skin, bending down to leave more than a few hickies.
Once Wally was satisfied, he lifted Dick's hands up to be level with his shoulders. Dick's sweat from the spar made it hard to peel off the Nightwing sleeves off of Dick, but with a little bit of grease in the form of his tongue, they came off like butter in a hot pan. And oh, Dick tasted so good. Musk and salty sweat, mixed with traces of whole-body deodorant, in coconut and lavender bliss.
The last thing Wally had to take off was the front of Dick's suit shirt; Wally savored the sound of the spandex peeling off Dick like adhesive from its backing. With the sleeves and back pieces already dangling from the sides of Dick's suit, it was incredibly easy to take the floating piece of spandex and throw it on the ground. Somehow, Dick looked even better shirtless in the blue light.
Wally smirked; well, it seemed like his theory worked. He squatted, taking a look at how Dick's nipple started to turn purple, even in the dark haze that was their home gym right now. Both of them were hard, he noticed, flicking the other one, savoring the tiny jiggle of the pec as he did so.
He stood back up, grazing his hand over Dick's chin, scruffing the stubble Dick never dared to let grow. "Well, I'm a fair king to my… subjects." Wally stared directly at Dick, tilting his head up for Wally to face his eyes directly. "I'll make it fair. I'll take off my shirt too."
In a one-handed motion, Wally did as promised, tossing the sweatied red shirt off to the side where Dick's suit top was. "There. That better?" he laughed, giving a light boop with his finger to Dick's nose.
Wally took a step back, leaning against another wall before unspeeding. He heard the soft fall of both their tops hit the mat next to them, relishing in the immediate shade of tomato Dick's face turned, eyeing the growing bulge in his fiancé's groin, enjoying him crashing onto the floor in what must have been a surprise of sensation.
"How about now? You tired yet?" Wally teased, drumming his leg with his palm, feigning as much nonchalance as possible. Wally told himself it added to the effect: pushing down the arousal thrumming through him with every heartbeat, pretending like he was calm, cool, and collected while Dick was like this.
"Oh, you…" Dick spat, and Wally could see him physically shiver at the change in temperature; he didn't realize the Nightwing suit insulated him that well. He watched Dick try to regain some composure - something Wally congratulated himself for thwarting. "You evil bastard. You're nasty, Walls, you know that?"
"Hey, I told you this would happen." Wally started to circle Dick again, eyes commanding Dick's head to swivel and follow his. "You know our safe word."
Dick rolled his eyes; Wally watched him glance over to his left and right, spotting his suit. Well, well, well. He didn't pick his suit back up, only his escrima sticks. Dick looked so pretty like that, twirling the blue tasering sticks around in his hands, before stepping into another starting position. "Doesn't stop you from being an evil, sick, nasty bastard, Wally, even if I enjoy it. How about we get some hand-to-hand combat in, huh?"
"Game on, baby."
This time, Wally was on the offensive, stepping forward and charging into a jump-kick, one that Dick handily blocked, somersaulting over Wally's leg as he did so. Maybe Dick thought his escrimas would intimidate Wally, or maybe Dick just wanted something to not feel so defenseless. Wally's head tilted up, hoping it'd look villanous in the angle of the light; escrima sticks or not, Dick's lack of powers would always render Dick defenseless to Wally.
Staring directly at Dick, Wally stepped forward again, going in for a faux-punch, lining his right hand up in an uppercut directly after. Dick's right hand came up in a hasty block; Dick attempted to grab Wally's hand, but Wally quickly twisted his forearm out of Dick's grip, coming in to try and land another punch.
Dick blocked him again, locking Wally's eyes with his domino mask. Wally was suddenly aware how close they were, noses less than an inch apart, breaths ragged and synced. Wally eyed the way Dick's chest rose and fell with every second that passed, before locking back in on where Dick's eyes were through the whites of his domino. "Well?" Wally said, breaking the silence.
In an instant, Wally heard Dick grunt, and Wally was in the air and splat on the other side of the mat; if Wally didn't have the healing of the Speed Force on his side, his bare back would have surely been burnt by his skid on the plastic padding. Dick laughed, turning around to face Wally, squatting down to be on Wally's eye level. "Can't keep a boy wonder down, right?"
Wally laughed, watching as Dick went on his knees, legs, still clothed in black-and-blue spandex, splitting over Wally's, sweat meeting sweat in Dick's hands on Wally's torso, then brushing Wally's nipples, then on his pecs, then grasping Wally's hair.
They were close again, a line of drool falling out of Dick's mouth, Dick lifting his upper body up to wipe his mouth with his forearm. "Can't let you have all the fun, baby," Dick remarked, clearly mocking Wally's tone - Wally tried to pretend like he wasn't into it, nonchalant as ever, but he so was. "Guess I'm like Robin Hood, a fitting name. Taking from the rich - " Dick's hand was in Wally's hair, Dick's lips were on Wally's, he wouldn't, he couldn't let overtake Wally on this " - and giving to the poor." Wally saw right through Dick's game, eyes narrowing as he felt Dick's hand on his waistband.
Wally's eyes closed, and he felt the lightning of the Speed Force flow past him, letting out a breath as he lifted Dick's body a little bit so they wouldn't be so close. He exhaled, hitting the back of his head to the mat below, taking a moment for a breath - then, taking a moment to look at Dick. Dick's eyes were still closed. His lips were still curled as if they were still on Wally's, but Wally could almost swear that there was an infintesmal change in Dick's face - like he was just on the precipice of taking back his dominance and power from Wally.
Well, Wally couldn't let that happen, letting out a small grunt as he lifted Dick up, rolling him to the side, and then onto his back. Wally made a motion of dusting himself off, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with his arm before putting his hands on his hips, walking to Dick's front and facing him. Towering over him, rather; Dick looked funny like that, legs straddled and bended up almost like a yoga pose, arms floating aimlessly in the air, expression still stuck in the middle of kissing Wally.
"See, Dick, that'd be true… if you weren't the son of a billionaire," Wally laughed, falling to his knees, arching his back to move Dick's hands, running his hands up Dick's forearm, elbow, then bicep to lay them straight from his side. He set Dick's legs flat on the floor, before caressing his face, tracing his two lead fingers from his neck, to his chest, to his belt, then to the zipper keeping Dick's pants on him.
For all the tech that went into Nightwing's suit, his pants weren't built all that differently from any other. Just one zipper, down his fly, then the whole set came off via his legs - Wally shifted backwards to pull them off, setting off the cotton-spandex to his left. And, damn, there it was, Dick's self-titled, sitting there, half-hard, compressed and flat like it was still in the black spandex of Dick's pants. Wally let out a slight hum, sliding back in between Dick's thighs, running his left finger from the base of Dick's dick, down its shaft, and to its head. That finger turned into a soft grab, lifting it from its position to where it probably should have been - suspended straight up in the air. Wally toyed with it like a gearshifter, moving it left, right, up, down… Wally laughed, flicking the shaft up with such perfect force that he left it in the position it would be in, naturally, free. "Never realized I could make your dick an arcade game, Dick. Hitting all the cheat codes…"
Wally caught a pile of blue sitting just in his peripheral vision - turning around, he realized those were Dick's escrimas, somehow left on the floor in the mess of it all. And - oh - why have Wally's fingers lube Dick's ass up, when he could have a shaft-sized thing lube Dick's ass up? Wally licked his lips, chuckling at the thought. "Oh, what? You want those back?" Wally asked a silent Dick, who didn't reply. "Oh, I'll give 'em back to you. Hope… instant and interior delivery is what you wanted."
He hoisted himself up, turning behind him briefly to grab one of the blue escrimas, before standing up with a huff. He twisted the escrima in his hands a little bit, noting various black and red buttons on its surface. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the Speed Force whip past him, before looking back at Dick, crumpled on the floor, and giving a wave and a faux-nice "Hi!", twisting the escrima with his other hand.
Oh, he'd made Dick scared; Wally enjoyed the fear in Dick's eyes, clouding his bright blue with a dark anxiety. "Which end should I use? The blunt end? Or…" he paused, twisting the stick in his hands, examining the sides and tips as if it were a gun. "The sharp end?"
"Wait… Batman!"
Wally snapped out of the character he was playing, his hands coming to a rest at his sides as concern washed over his face. "Wait, sorry, did I do something -"
"No, baby, this is great. Really enjoying it. Maybe let's not get poop on my actual work sticks? Please? I don't wanna be thinking about my shit on… in… some goon out in the field."
"You didn't… y'know. Clean before this?" Wally asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Well, yeah, I did, but still. You can never be too careful. And besides, even if none of the various substances in my colon make it on my escrima, the lube will be on there for days."
"Oh, fair," Wally sighed, setting the escrima back down on the floor where he got it. "Other than that, any… concerns, questions, comments?"
"You're doing great, honey. We're doing great. I love you so much. Maybe you could use one of the rubber practice escrimas behind you and, I don't know, put a condom on it."
Oh, right. Of course Dick would have practice escrimas in his home gym. They probably had all the weight - oh, and, they came in cobalt blue, he smiled, turning behind him to grab one off the wall.
"Ready?" Wally asked, twirling the blue rubber stick in his hand.
"Ready," Dick grinned, taking a deep breath before assuming his character again, that scared look thwarting Wally back in the throes of the scenario he'd so deeply constructed.
"I'm fair to my lieges," Wally whispered, stepping right in between Dick's legs, switching the blue stick from his right hand to his left. "It's your choice. I really don't mind, as long as it happens, really. So… choose! Volunteer before I voluntell you which one I'll start with, Dick."
"God, okay, teach. Give me just a sec-"
"Blunt or sharp, Dick?" Wally asked, venom on his tongue as he stared directly into the whites of Dick's domino, his field of vision closing as he narrowed his eyes.
"Sharp! Sharp first."
Wally chuckled. "Good choice, Dick." He'd carried a cup of potentially useful sex artifacts in with him from their bedroom; Wally licked his lips as he opened it, pulling out a bottle of lube and two condoms. Pulling them out of their foil packaging, Wally wrapped one around the blunt end of the escrima, and one around the sharp end, before lathering both sides with the lube. "Well, would you look at that? Done in a flash," he teased with a wink.
"Oh, shut the fuck - "
Wally grinned, feeling the blur of the Speed Force flow past him once more. Dick had a scowl on his face - he absolutely abhorred when Wally made bad jokes like that. Exactly the position he wanted to have Dick in, Wally figured - hot and bothered.
Dick's legs were still in the same position that they were in before - flat and together on the floor, the position Wally put Dick's legs into earlier. Wally split Dick's legs (thank the heavens for Dick's acrobacy) and moved Dick's now fully-hard dick further up, revealing his butthole.
"Here goes nothing," Wally chuckled. The "sharp" end of the stick wasn't really sharp, it was just tapered to be smaller than the "blunt" end of the stick. Wally slowly inserted the stick into Dick's ass, stopping when he felt resistance from Dick's internal linings. He closed his eyes again, feeling the blur of the Speed Force leave him.
" - up - augh!" Dick groaned, and Wally could feel Dick's ass tense from simply holding the stick. Wally took in the way his lover's other muscles tensed in the chain reaction, how his dick went from hard to throbbing. "Hurts…" Dick whispered, tilting his head back.
"Hurts bad or hurts good?"
"Hurts good," Dick smiled, looking back up at Wally, his upper body now elevated as he rested on his elbows.
"Good. Let's turn up the tempo, shall we? Like…" Wally started to vibrate his hand, still on the escrima stick, only a touch - but Dick's body tensed up again as he bit his lip. "Loose yet?"
Dick laughed drily. "Never felt better."
"Not my question." Wally adjusted his grip on the rubber stick, pulsing the Speed Force through his hand just a touch more. "How about now?"
"It's - I'm loose, Walls," Dick grunted. "Fuck, I'm gonna - "
This time, Wally didn't close his eyes, seeing the lightning around him as he slowed time down once again. Dick's head thrown back, messy black hair against the mat, gritted teeth and tensed muscles - what a pretty sight, Wally thought.
Wally started to move the escrima back and forth in Dick's ass, keeping the same level of pulsing trained on the stick. "You look so pretty like this, baby," Wally whispered. "I don't know why I didn't bring this up sooner." Wally grinned, yanking the escrima out of Dick's ass, hoping the swift motion would take a sharp effect on Dick's prostate.
He grinned, feeling the blur leave him as the Speed Force thwarted Wally and Dick back to reality; everything after that happened in such quick succession. Dick let out a loud growl; Wally saw as Dick's dick pulsed even more, letting out a spray of come that landed onto the mat and sprayed their torsos. Then, a round of rapid breathing and a laugh from Dick.
"Come?" Wally laughed, staring down at his creation, sitting back to not be on his knees anymore.
Dick threw his head back again, body going limp. "All this and you're not even letting me see you naked? So not whelming, babe."
"If you want something, come and take it. Revolution, per se?"
Dick crawled up from his back onto his knees. "What's stopping you from… taking a dip back into the speed force and thwarting my attempts?"
"Oh, well," Wally's lips curled into a smirk as Dick got onto his hands and knees, crawling on top of Wally. "Just my word that I won't."
"You promise?" Dick raised his eyebrows, and every hand placed further up Wally's chest until Dick was in his face felt like electricity incarnate.
They were three inches away from each other; Wally swore that he could see the blues of Dick's eyes through the domino mask. "I promise," Wally whispered breathlessly. "Take it all off. I wanna fuck you so bad."
"Aye, aye, captain," Dick winked, pressing a short, deep kiss to Wally's lips, before moving down to his chest, his abs, then below his belly button, feeling the rush of cool air hit his thighs as Dick removed his pants, freeing his own raging boner from his underwear in one swift motion.
Wally was just able to spot the grey of his pants and boxers tossed on the floor in his peripheral vision, his eyes still trained on Dick's retreating face. Dick looked so succulent like this - hair messed and all up in his face, the subtle flush of red his cheeks were, the purple on his nipple and his lower lip. Wally felt his mouth just salivate at the thought.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Dick said, cocky and breathless as ever, raising his hands like wings to his sides, now kneeling up on the mat in front of Wally, his bush highlighting his dick in the blue light. The words and the pose were like bullets to Wally's arousal; he tried to push and shove the thrum in his chest, gain back some self-control -
Wally couldn't wait anymore. He sped, ignoring the blur of the Speed Force, charging towards Dick and unseeingly grabbing his arms, flipping him onto the floor. He flattened Dick's lower legs before unspeeding, savoring Dick's grunt as Wally hastily shoved a condom onto his own length - Dick and Wally were exclusive, so they didn't need protection, but Dick loved the feeling of a ribbed condom with his speed.
"Ass up, baby," Wally whispered, splaying himself on Dick's back, latching his fingers with Dick's and spreading his arms, feeling the vibration in his length as he entered. "Damn, Dick, didn't know an escrima would have you this loose," Wally muttered, breath heavy as he started, the pace of his thrusts quickening with every passing moment.
"You - ah, God - you made sure of that, W - augh! - Walls," Dick replied, the forced clicking of his tongue and grit of his teeth interrupting his speech. Wally went in, and out, and in, and out, feeling the arousal and need that had built up in him rain down like a Midwestern thunderstorm. Pouring down his sternum, roaring up his legs, the single focus of his thoughts -
Dick broke the silence. "Wally, I'm - fuck - I'm gonna -"
Wally burst, letting out a loud breath as he felt a sudden slick, wet warmth around his dick. He'd finally managed to tire himself out, a haze clouding his conciousness as he collapsed on Dick's back, still partially in his ass, nipping a lazy kiss to Dick's shoulder blade.
For a long while, there was only breath and salty sweat in the air, before Wally got back a bit of his clarity: "Come?" he laughed.
Dick crawled forward just so, freeing Wally's dick from his ass, before rolling over and laying flat, a wide grin on his face as he reached his forearm to his forehead. "Well," he whispered, "Looks like we both did."
Wally looked at Dick's face, then back down to where Dick was; Wally chuckled, looking at the splay of come sitting on their mat. "Well, looks like I won," Wally said, sitting down as he took off the dirtied condom from his dick, shuffling as he stood up to throw it away in the trashcan.
He plopped down next to Dick, laying down next to him, staring at the ceiling. "Bullshit," Dick whispered after a second. "Pretty sure the one with the most scores wins. Two to one, baby. Wallyvian Revolution."
Wally sighed, turning onto his side. "You know, in another life you'd be an English major with all the words you make up."
Dick laughed. "Nah, that's Jay's thing. His PhD defense is in like… a month. Crazy."
"Mmm… he copied you," Wally laughed, pressing a soft kiss to Dick's lips, before standing up and offering Dick a hand, stuffed with some paper towels from the sex-supply caddy sitting haphazardly on the mat. "Wanna clean up?"
"'Course," Dick replied, taking the hand, balance uneasy; Wally tracked him as he left the room.
1:10 AM, Wally noticed, the time boxy and glowing red from a clock mounted on a shelf on Dick's TV stand. Wally felt his vision cloud, looking at the episode of Grey's Anatomy playing on the TV, sinking intertwined with Dick.
After it was all over, and they both took a shower, and then spent half an hour cleaning the gym - Wally laughed as he remembered Dick fondling with the Swiffer mop, changing the batteries three times before it finally started spraying. After that, they spent their aftercare like they always did; Wally made them both hot chocolate, a recipe Alfred taught them. They grabbed the blankets off the bed, bringing them over to the couch; they couldn't make forts anymore - Dick preferred more utilitarian furniture than what was at the Manor - but they could sure try. And in that mess of blankets and pillows and fluff, always laid Dick and Wally, cuddling, lazily watching a TV show they'd seen many a time before.
"What are you laughing about?" Dick asked with a yawn, breaking Wally out of his dissociation.
"Just remembering you trying to mop our mess up," Wally laughed, snaking his hand to Dick's scalp. Wally enjoyed tracing patterns in Dick's hair. It was therapeutic.
"Ugh, I swear nobody that designs those products actually uses them. They market them as easy to use," Dick gestured, "but then it takes ten million tries to get it to work."
"Doesn't Wayne Tech own Swiffer?"
"Oh, hell no. That's a Johnson and Johnson thing. Wayne Tech could never - actually, fuck, do they?" In an instant, Dick's phone was out, frantically typing 'swiffer parent company' in the search bar - and there it was. In stark black letters, "Wayne Tech has owned Swiffer since 2018, when they bought certain residential consumer goods from Johnson&Johnson and Procter&Gamble."
Wally laughed. "Well, better tell B."
"Shut up," Dick laughed back, setting his phone back on the coffee table.
"Anyways," Wally dragged, switching from drawing circles in Dick's hair to triangles. "You know me, in true 'teach' fashion, always asking for evaluations. How was tonight?"
"Oh, baby, awesome. I was so into it. Way better than I'd even expected. Honestly, take the wheel more, Walls. You're always so good to me. Even when you're on a power-trippy, villanous arc."
Wally could feel the heat spreading across his cheeks. "Oh. I'm glad you liked it!"
"Of course I did, babe. Honestly, it was the best sex we've had in ages. I didn't think the art of… us… could get any better."
He took a sharp breath, nuzzling further into Dick's shoulder crook. "I dunno, I feel the same way, but, I guess I'm just in my head again. I let loose in there, but now I just feel like I indugled into my perversions."
"Hate to break it to ya," Dick chuckled, "but that's kinda what sex is for. And yeah, it probably would've been creepy and crazy if you did all that in a real mission, but nobody blames you for stealing a few glances of people with your powers on. Hell, people steal long glances without superpowers. Plus, you cleared it by me first in a clear, informed way. You did absolutely everything you were supposed to, Wally, and I love you more for it."
Wally breathed, squeezing Dick tighter in his embrace. "Thanks, Dick. I really needed that."
"Could say the same to you, Wally," Dick laughed, pulling a set of covers over them both. "Ugh, I wish you didn't have to teach at 11. I used some of my time off from BFD; we could have probably gotten brunch."
"You could sit in on my class. I'm sure Electricity and Magnetism is just so enthralling."
"As pretty as you are, Walls, I would fall asleep so fast. I couldn't even stare at your face through that."
Wally snorted. "Fair, I guess. I try and make it fun, though… hm. We could get lunch?"
"Lunch is a good de -" Dick started, a loud yawn cutting off the last of his sentence.
"Glad that's decided, because it sounds like you have a lot of sleep to catch up on." Wally still had no idea how Dick survived his day job and nightly patrols with how easily he could sleep; that in and of itself was a superpower.
"You know me too well," Dick said, all but lost to the haze of the night.