I am writing on the YJ Anon Meme…hum, yes. That is all!
Prompt: Five times Wally and Dick fucked somewhere inappropriate and didn't get caught and the one time they fucked somewhere completely appropriate and did get caught.
going to hell was too good a chance to pass up~
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[1] - how unfortunate it is that we have been trapped in this broken down elevator.
Age: 17
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His sunglasses fell to the pretty carpet-lined floor unceremoniously.
"Mmffggn!"
All protesting was suppressed into the back of his throat as a tongue thrust its way into his mouth. There was feeling as the taller pushed him more into the wall of the small compartment. The handrail behind him was pushed into his back uncomfortably, but he merely let his well conditioned and flexible spine curve around it easily.
Hands groped at him relentlessly, wantingneeding to feel that skin on skin contact.
Mind hazy and blue eyes glazed over, he let out a soft moan.
Apparently eliciting that sound had been the goal of the redhead.
Because suddenly, he was missing the warmth on his mouth as the other set of lips traveled away to his jaw, then his chin, down his neck, brushing against his adam's apple, settling at the nape of his neck.
He leaned his head back when he felt nipping at the spot.
"W-wally..." came the small whimpering as he did his best to ignore that dull pain which happened with someone suckling at your skin.
Pulling back with somewhat of a satisfied grin [at the mark he had made], said male looked up at his smaller partner and pressed their lips close together again.
"Hnn...?" His reply was low and husky.
"...are we gonna-?"
That was all his partner needed.
All he needed because right now. For the past 5 minutes. They were trapped.
Trapped in an elevator which had broken down on its way up to an orientation.
An orientation at a fancy 5-star hotel for a fancy, elite, college. The compartment had 4 sides. 3 were split in half [top to bottom].
The top half were mirrors and the bottom, regular decorative patterns on felt walls and of course the 3rd side was the door. Handrails that were present where the wall was split proved to be an obstacle...but with a body like his, it was easy to ignore.
Surely easy to ignore because in less than a half a second, his body had been spun around and this time, his chest was slammed [gently...if possible] into the mirror. Bracing his hands on the rails that now proved useful, he realized that with the lack of a light, he could barely see a thing...but he could definitely see his own flushed face, blue eyes widened in shock, as a chill ran up his spine.
Predatory green eyes from behind him were reflected in the mirror. The mirror which was inches from his face, forcing him to stare into the surface, to take in his appearance. Disheveled, face flushed, bent over the rail with the redhead positioned behind him.
Mirrors reflected within themselves and as the taller shifted slightly, he could see. See everything that was happening to his body.
Hands were on his hips, around his waist, and working off his pants. He watched [and felt], as they pooled around his ankles and fingers slipped into his boxers and around his hardening member. He felt the warmth of another's body press against his back and lips mouth at his neck, kissinglickingteasing.
"A-AH!" he felt himself jerking into the touch, back arching even more and keeping his body taut.
His fingers curled around the rail even more as the ones around him began to move faster and faster, becoming wet and slick with his own precum.
The breath trickling past his collar and down against his spine was so much. Too much. Fluttering his eyes closed momentarily, he mewled out a, "W-wa-Aaaah-lly~~" unable to help but wriggle about, hoping to taunt his boyfriend into acting faster.
It worked.
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The ever prominent hardness that his boyfriend had was now pressed against his ass. Slender fingers previously wrapped around his weeping member pulled away and before he could completely register the movement, his boxers were jerked down. Cool air swept around him and his body tensed up before relaxing again.
"And you were telling me not to, earlier..." the voice chuckled into his ear before teeth nipped at the top, prying out another whimper.
Risking the chance to open his eyes again, they remained half lidded until he realized what was happening. Through the reflection of the mirror he was facing [he could see that his face was even more red now], the one opposite was reflecting his back. Ripping his eyes away from the reflection within the reflection, he looked back just in time to see Wally's lips curl into a mischievous smirk...as if he had known he could see what he did.
His toes curled in his shoes and his head tilted back, mouth open in a silent gasp, as two fingers, wet with his own fluid, was slipped past his entrance.
It stung. But before he could even make a comment, the fingers were moving, thrusting in and out, and scissoring, preparing him.
"F-fu-uuggh-ck!" was all he could manage to force out in a strangle tone. His body was so tightly wound from the waist up to his neck, he seemed to be curling backwards enough to snap his own body in two.
"Heh...yeah...that's what's happening~" the older male's smooth voice commented, teasing him yet again. A third finger was added soon after that, earning him a fulfilling yelp, hiss, then moan.
He tightened around his boyfriend's fingers slightly, trying to adjust as best he could. They were still rather new to this...or rather...he was still new to this.
'This' being sex. His [and their] first time had been a little under a year ago...when his boyfriend first turned 18. But that...that was another matter. Right now, he just focused on making as much sound as his voice box would allow when the slender digits had struck that sweet bundle of nerves that made everything so worth it.
"HnnNNG!" his hips moved back to drive the retreating fingers there again. He felt that jolt of sensation a second time and his member twitched impatiently, missing the attention once given.
Then the fingers were gone. They were gone and the brunette let out a soft whine of protest. The wait wasn't too long, but for those few seconds he had waited, he felt empty.
But that feeling was gone quickly. He heard the rustling and the fumbling and then the ever traitorous zip of his boyfriend's pants.
Suddenly, he was moaning. Moaning, and panting, and crying out. It was only when he heard his boyfriend's even taunting chuckle that he noticed he had already come.
He opened his eyes ever so slightly when he heard the movement, yet now he was gone. Gone from his mind as he stared transfixed to the image in the reflection of a reflection.
In this image, he watched as the redhead pushed into him without warning. He watched as his body noticeably jerked, and he watched as his own mouth opened to scream.
It was like some sort of voyeurism like when people would watch their own sex tapes.
Yet, this was no sex tape. This was not even being recorded. He could see everything that was happening in real time. Watch himself being thrust into by his boyfriend.
His fingers tightened around the railing even more now, feeling as if they would have been long gone if he had possessed super strength. Now, he was just moaning, meeting each of Wally's thrusts the best he could. He noted the heavy panting coming from the redhead before it was gone, muffled by mouth on his neck and sucking again.
With each thrust, he felt himself becoming harder and harder again, letting slip a mewl when one of the speedster's hands came back around and began pumping in uneven time. Wally would work at him so he only stroked when he was pulling out of his body. The sensation was rather whelming. Definitely whelming.
"Dick~~ Gods...you're so tight..." How Wally managed to speak coherently during times like these amazed him. Amazed him so much because at said times, all he could manage was another small, needy whine.
The lights flickered on, and the elevator jerked to life.
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Thankful that there were no cameras, the smaller whimpered in what was a concerned protest. He moved to pull away, only to realize his boyfriend was in no position to be abandoning their romp anytime soon.
Panic.
Looking away from the [now] foggy mirror, the brunette cast a wary gaze up at the floor numbers.
04
Their exit was on the roof...which was at the top of floor 25.
So that meant.
21
floors stood between them now...til release.
But that was assuming no one else tried boarding.
Wally, however, seemed far from concerned as he picked up the pace at which he was driving into his smaller partner.
Another choked gasp followed by a bubbling moan and the brunette clamped down on his boyfriend.
"GODS! WA-WALLY!"
He came for the second time, arms threatening to give out from supporting him.
Luckily, the speedster had predicted this. Bracing one hand against the mirror, Wally wrapped the other around his boyfriend's waist to give support and continued thrusting, seizing the chance [and increased tightness] to send himself over the edge. Fasterfasterfaster he thrust, knowing by the loud pants from his younger partner that he was more than satisfying at the moment.
"Nnngg~ Sh-shit...I'm coming, Dickie..." he gasped out.
Then.
He released himself with one last thrust. Letting the last of his seed into the brunette's body, he let out a satisfied groan before moving to pull out.
However, before either one of them could move, the small compartment slowed to a stop.
Shit.
Elevator doors slid open with a 'ding'.
Two maintenance workers [Wally didn't know whether to glare at them for disturbing his fun...or fake a smile and thank them for freedom] were faced with the out-of-breath couple.
The speedster had managed to quickly twist them around and onto the floor, pulling Dick's boxers and pants up as much as he could [still positioned in him], the smaller was now sitting in his lap, legs on either side of his hips.
Looking up at the two men from his spot on the ground, back leaned against the wall and arms slung around his boyfriend's waist, the older scowled, trying not to look too annoyed.
Dick was, at the moment, sitting on his boyfriend's member completely, covered only by his too big hoodie which saved them both from suspicion.
"...Are you two all right?" One of them finally asked after clearing his throat, trying to get over this rather odd scene.
Two teens sitting on the ground haphazardly, the smaller body sitting in the lap of the taller.
No. Not awkward at all.
"Uh..." his voice was small, and somewhat hoarse from all his screaming, but mostly embarrassed.
"Yeah, we're all right. My friend's just slightly claustrophobic so when we got stuck, he kind of freaked out until we started moving again...now if you'll excuse us...his college orientation is still..." the Wally's eyes flickered onto the floor tracker, "9 more floors away."
Without another word, he had reached up and pressed the button for the doors to slide shut again.
Rounding on his boyfriend, bright blue eyes glared up at him. "We are not doing that again..." he groaned, clinging to the taller, face buried in his chest. His whole body was quivering...
He felt the other's lips press against the top of his head and the sound of his voice, smirk ever prominent.
"Of course we will...next time we get the chance~"
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[2] - it's my 18th birthday and i accidentally locked us out of my dorm room...everyone else is sleeping.