A/N – UPDATE:
I changed it to be first person in Wally's POV rather than third person because I find it easier to develop the characterisation that way. There's more detail now and it certainly made it much more enjoyable for me to write and read. I hope that's the case for you lovely readers.
Warnings – sex & swearing.
Toppling the Balance
A yellow and blue blur surrounds me. My feet slide across the sand as it caresses them: soft and smooth in between my toes. Salt clings to my nostrils. Wind slaps me across my face. I squint in the direction of a tiny robin which spins and twirls in the air, tweeting back playful taunts in my direction. It flaps it's wings, creating a fiercer whirlwind like a tornado.
The robin chirps as the bitter scent of salt travels to my tongue. I taste the cold wind as scratches my teeth; the rough waves as they thrash against my throat and the tacky seaweed as it rubs itself against my taste buds.
I splutter before the tornado expands and I try to stop but my feet refuse. I amble into the tornado, losing sight of the little round bird.
Gasping out, I grab my throat as the wind whips my face. Nausea creeps up my throat as I spin and zoom and fall. I scream but a scratchy whisper echoes into my red ears. Suddenly, I'm thrown to the hard ground. The impact slams the breath out of me and my spine aches for ice.
It takes a few moments - or hours - before I heave myself up from the black carpet just to be faced with black walls which stretch out forever. I look around just to be met with the same scenery that lies ahead of me. Inhaling a nervous breath I begin to walk, seeing no other option other than to keep moving forward. As soon as my first step takes place, I feel the carpet get pulled from my feet and I zoom forwards. Crying out in surprise, I stumble forward before landing on my knees. The carpet burns against my rough skin and I wince. The pain flares upwards as I look down.
Shit.
The burning sensation pricks at my flushing face as a sense of humiliation washes over me in a giant wave. I am stood in nothing but stained underwear: brown and black smudges smother the once white fabric. My neck snaps up, desperately trying to find an escape: a release. A few feet away, right in my direct line of sight, an also black closet stands. One door is open. A short spurt of energy overtakes my senses. Feeling myself go into overdrive, the adrenaline kicks in and I dart for the open door. My feet smash into the carpet before I dive into the closet.
Throwing his head back, blue eyes clenched shut as he clawed roughly at my freckled shoulders in a desperate attempt to inch closer; nearer; deeper. Gripping slim hips, I sped up my pace and earned myself a loud mewl from the ebony haired boy. Heh. Score.
I should have recorded it that time; he's still in denial over making that adorable itty bitty noise despite how many times we've had this discussion.
"I'm a bird, not a cat. Idiot." His reply would always be muffled by a hoodie being pulled over his head.
"I'm not saying you are. You just sound like one." I'd say, resting my hands behind my head and leaning backwards against my bed's headboard. I'd close my eyes and a smile would slowly take place on my face.
Oh man I rhymed. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it booyah.
"When have I ever sounded like a cat?" Both his eyebrows and voice would raise in a challenging manner as soon as his head popped out of the small gap for the head. Soon the all too familiar pose would take place: arms crossed; hip cocked out and a shitty little smirk would slide across his pretty face.
"Whenever we fuck." Would be my reply, a grin adorning my lips, rising up to the unspoken challenge. His cocky little smirk would drop right off the edge of the Earth and thus the conversation would end at that point. Yeah, little shit.
Blunt fingernails dug into the milky skin as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling himself up and pushing me back so he could sit comfortably in my lap. Dick crashed our lips together in a sloppy kiss full of teeth and tongue and pure desperation. His bony hips grinded harshly against my crutch, swirling his tongue against my teeth before delving deeper and wrestling my equally as enthusiastic tongue for dominance.
I won by the way.
Releasing a sigh against the cat/bird's lips, I grabbed his black hair and tilted his head to the right to gain better access to his mouth. He happily complied.
The acrobat pulled away with a shaky breath but a stern look. His position shifted slightly but oh my goody gosh did it feel good. He needed to do that again.
Shit Dick why aren't you doing that again?
Dick.
"W-Wally. More. Now." Oh okay. Bossy little shit.
So, in one swift movement, I flipped the fucker – or should I say fuckee – so he was lying beneath me. In doing so, I actually managed to slam into Dick's prostate, erupting a loud, shrill moan from his throat. I licked my lips because fuck. The sight of a sweaty Dick Grayson squirming beneath me in pure and utter bliss was honestly too much. A round pink mouth was opened slightly, producing whimpers, mewls and sounds I couldn't even put a name to; black hair was slick with sweat but also stuck out at every possible angle in a stereotypical bed-hair hairstyle; a creamy torso gleamed thanks to the sweat and excessive use of lube; fat toes curled and long fingers gripped the bed sheets.
Yes, the little, lithe acrobat, Richard Grayson, has fat toes. I know, he's tiny. I couldn't believe it either. When I found out I was completely gobsmacked.
"Dude, no. Don't tell me you wear socks to bed." My mouth was agape in pure shock.
The only response I got was a raised eyebrow.
"No. It's just wrong, Rob. I can't believe it. How do you do it?" We were both at my house getting ready for bed. I was practically naked apart from my boxers because this smokin' speedster never loses his hot touch. Not only do the ladies melt in bed, but I do too.
I don't know, I just get ridiculously hot in bed. And not just in the fun way. It's a curse, I tell you.
Robin, on the other hand, wore grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt and fluffy yellow socks. It was an outrage; a cry for help; something. In that moment, I swore to myself that I would do anything to protect this innocent, young, naive boy. Thus, I took it upon myself to save him from the bed sweat.
Hello, waking up sweaty is disgusting, and at no point did I ever want him to have to experience that. I woke up sweaty when I went to bed naked, he was at risk of melting if he slept in my bed with me with that snow gear on.
Literally pouncing on him and pinning the raven haired boy to the bed, I ripped the socks off him with dramatic screams of "Wally, get off me you fat fuck," "This is harassment," "I'll tell Batman," "I swear to God I will rip your nipples off and shove them up your nostrils," as a reply.
Little diva that boy is, I tell you.
Anyway, I tore those outrageous socks off his feet and lo and behold I am met with the sight of fat, little piggies. I have honestly never laughed so much in my life. Nor have I had my ass kicked quite so hard either. It was worth it.
Despite the monstrosity that were his toes, the rest of his appearance couldn't compare to his eyes. They were half lidded and clouded in lust, the colour almost hidden amongst heavy dark eyelashes which shadowed over his rosy cheeks. The bright red and blue were definitely a vibrant contrast against the pale skin of his body.
No one else had ever seen him in this position and I was fucking loving it.
This time holding Dick's sides, I dug my nails into the skin again and began to vibrate. While practically purring in lust, Dick scratched at my back, leaving thick, jagged lines which protruded from the skin and allowed small specks of blood to appear. I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath, mostly out of shock than pain. Where did that suddenly come from?
I didn't really care though. It just added to the experience, I guess.
His pale legs wrapped themselves around my waist, pushing himself further onto my manhood. Pounding himself against my cock, I decided to spice things up a bit. I began to breathe against his ear, kissing it lightly and slowly. Shuddering, Dick turned his head to allow further access in which I chose to suck it gently before making my way down his neck onto his collar bone, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along the way. The younger boy tangled his fingers within my fiery locks as I sucked and bit on the skin. Looking up, I admired my work: a large purple love bite covered the collar bone and small hickey's were dotted along the throat, surrounding the beast.
Fuck yeah, Dick is mine.
"Don't. Fucking. Stop." Dick growled. I simply let out a low chuckle before pounding into him again, ears perking up at the sound of Robin resuming his mewling as he scraped his fingernails lightly along my cheeks.
That's when the feeling came. It was a white, hot urge spreading in my lower abdomen, simply pleading, begging for release. Quick as a flash (wahey), I grabbed Dick's cock in my sweaty palm and began pumping it, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
I was so in sync I'm not even joking.
"Come on, Rob. Come. Little. Dickie." My pumping and thrusting speed increased, my teeth gritted and I pushed further into the boy, willing him to finish before I did. He was going absolutely, fucking crazy.
With a scream, the ebony haired boy came undone before me, which was the catalyst for me to follow suit with an even louder moan. Dick breathed out a shaky cackle before getting out of my bed, taking all of the heat with him.
Heat whore.
He began to scan my room in search of his clothes, which was rather amusing because that seemed to be an increasingly difficult task due to our clothes being scattered just about everywhere. After pulling up a very tight pair of jeans, which I can say I approve highly of, Robin grabbed a plain yellow t-shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head.
"Isn't that shirt mine?" So first he steals the heat and now he's stealing my t-shirt, is he serious? It didn't even fit him properly! It swamped him.
His reply? He just smirked at me. Cocky little bitch.
After grabbing his sunglasses from the bedside table, Robin turned to me and smiled. "Thanks. I'll see you later."
With that, Dick turned on his heel and left, leaving me to slump back down into bed.
He knew the way out, I didn't need to show him.
I sighed and dragged my hands across my drenched face. It was only stress relief. Balancing school, social lives and being superheroes wasn't exactly the easiest of things to handle but the casual sex kind of made it easier to deal with in a way. It's like the feeling of having someone close to you, so close that you could be your most vulnerable around them without the worry and anxiety of being hurt, made everything better. Homework, heartbreak, blood, death, pressure. It was all replaced with butterflies, ecstasy, need, want and lust. We weren't alone and it felt good. More than good.
But it was wrong, nothing good ever came out of this sort of relationship. Eventually it will hurt: emotionally, mentally and physically.
I need to stop thinking so much. Stress relief. That's all it is and all it ever will be. The added pressure of caring for someone will only topple us both over the edge and perhaps ruin this balance of life we have, which is why this was fine. Right?
Snuggling deeper into bed, I pulled the duvet over my head and groaned. Fuck life.
A/N - I've never wrote a sex scene before so bear with me okay? Tell me what you liked and disliked; how you'd edit it to make it better because, it all honesty, I want to learn. I'm not entirely comfortable writing this kind of stuff but I thought it would be better to push myself because there's no better way to improve, right?
Sorry for the lame ending. I'll do a cheesy second chapter if enough people want it ;)
UPDATE x2
Everything in the dream has been researched and believe it or not, it relates to the story. It focuses on the emotional side cus I don't see Wally ever wanting to discuss or think about his feelings, so his subconscious takes control instead
You can blame my psychology lesson for that
