Dirty, Bad, Wrong|Roy/Wally |PG |It's dirty and bad and wrongwrongwrong. angst
A/N: Part of my anonymous snapshot series designed to make you guess who's who till the end of the fic. I decided to kick this series off with some angst and my new favorite fandom. Enjoy! FB=3
There's no way to describe it. It feels weird nice and perfect. But it's not right, it's dirty and bad and wrongwrongwrong.
But he loves it he can't get enough of it. He craves more as much as he dreads it happening again.
The smell of sandalwood soap.
The taste of sweat.
The feel of soft smooth skin.
These fragments together mean everything to him.
But it's dirty and bad and wrongwrongwrong.
He sighs shifts his weight and counts the freckles one by one, he wants to remember them, all of them. He wants to have every contour of this body memorized because he knows that this can't, won't last forever. He wants to savor it all so that later he can still smell the sandal wood, still taste the sweat, still feel the skin.
There's a soft moan as the freckled body next to him shifts.
He wants to remember that to, the sound. All the wonderful noises they make together.
Roy doesn't ever want to forget this, any of this. He wants to always remember Wally and what they mean together. How they feel together. Roy needs to commit this all to memory because it's not right, none of it.
It's dirty and bad and wrongwrongwrong.