There you go, Part 2!

A lot shorter, but yeah. It had the lenght I intended. Thanks for the feedback - It made me really happy!

I hope you enjoy this badly written smut~

~v~

They had manage to get to Dick's room without bumping into the old butler, locking the door to make sure that Alfred wouldn't just burst in.
Both still were hard and almost hurting as they changed into their civvies, briefly glancing at the other every now and then. A few moments later, they were sitting on Dick's large bed, backs against the pillows, the comforter pulled over their laps.

Dick had transferred the files to his laptop, which now was between them, taunting them with a good dozen of other videos in the folder. They looked at each other for a second.
"Do you think we should watch another one...?" The younger boy's voice was awfully quiet.
Wally nodded after thinking about it for a moment. It was so, so wrong to watch porn with his uncle in. But it was also strangely tempting.

"Yeah."

They put their heads together as they chose a video to watch. Finally, Dick clicked on a file, named "BarHal_K".
The Speedster swallowed so hard, his adam's apple bobbed visibly. Hal? As In Hal Jordan?
"You think it's...?"
"GL, yeah." The dark haired boy's hand was shaking as he enlargened the file and leaned back a bit, putting the same hand on his crotch without a second thought.

"Here we go..."

~v~

This time, the cameras were installed in a small kitchen. On a little table with four chairs, there was a small basket with fruit. It was an ordinary kitchen, one with a large fridge and cupboards stuffed with food.
And in the middle of it, Flash was standing, munching on an apple. He was wearing his suit, the cowl hanging around his neck like a hood. His left hand was slowly stroking through his hair.

Until a green hand grabbed it by the wrist and spun the man around. Barry gasped, the apple fell down. Behind him, Hal was standing in all his glory. The green hand scooped it up and threw it at the Speedster, who caught it with a slightly confused look on his face.
"What was that for?" The blond looked actually pouted a little at him, which only made Hal laugh and put his arm around his shoulders.
"Just wanted to get your attention, Bar."

And with that, they kissed. Not like Clark and Barry had kissed. No, much more lovingly. Like Barry kissed his wife.
Slowly, Hal's hand stroked over his friend's cheek down to his neck, before he pulled away with an impish look in his hazel eyes. And suddenly, his hand smacked Barry's ass loudly.
"Heh, I love doing that."

By now, Barry's back was against the edge of the wooden table, and he had to use one hand to prop himself on it so he wouldn't land on it back first. Hal was leaning over him, one hand against the small of his back, the other at his rib cage, kissing his neck.
And oh god, was he enjoying Barry's soft moans as he softly bit down. The moans increased, got louder, but stopped all of the sudden when the brunette stopped and snickered amusedly.

"I can't believe it! You're hard already!" He let the hand on his ribs slide down and gave his cock a gentle but slightly firm squeeze. Barry whimpered as he tried to defend himself, but the Green Lantern wouldn't let him. It wasn't like he minded too much. Again, he leaned in, so that his lips were touching Barry's ear. His breath was hot, making the speedster squirm slightly.

"We better undress."

And so they did. While Barry was naked in a flash, pun intended, Hal first let his Lantern Corps uniform disappear, before taking off his civvies, all while watching Barry nervously bounce on his heels.
The older man almost sighed in relief as Hal was finally naked and pulled out a small bottle of lube from his jacket. Then he suddenly had to chuckle, his eyes sparkling playfully as he hungrily looked at the blond, leaning against the table, waiting impatiently.
"You know, you could let me top once in a while." Barry spoke, looking at Hal with large eyes and a heart beating quicker than the wings of a hummingbird.
The brunette thought about it for a while, before shaking his head with a laugh, throwing himself at Barry.
"Mh, nah." They kissed again, more greedy and eager than before, their hands groping each other's naked bodies until Hal pulled away again.
"Maybe next time. And now get comfy."

He put him down against the table and then stepped back, taking the bottle of lube. Hal lubed up his fingers, then his cock as well, making it slick and dripping with the cool, slippery liquid. The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smirk as he watched Barry spread his muscular legs a little. Like always.
And like always, Hal's middle finger went in rather quickly and effortlessly. Again he had to watch, as Barry got used to the feeling, his legs and feet twitching, muscles tensing for a split second.
Oh, was it a delicious sight!

Every move of his finger, working itself in slowly, caused those tiny little twitches. As a second finger went inside, his toes curled up. And when they briefly hit his prostate, Barry stiffled a surprised yell, his whole body tense. Hal just snickered, moving his fingers slowly, scissoring them.
A third finger made him cry out softly, his legs kicking the air for a moment. He seemed disappointed when Hal pulled them out after a few short minutes.
"Haaaaal~" He whined, until the pilot shut him up with a kiss and got between his legs, pulling him closer by the thighs.

"Ready?"

He didn't wait for an answer as he slowly entered him, causing Barry to yelp and arch his back ever so slightly. It didn't take as long as it had taken with Clark, Hal wasn't as large as the Kryptonian was; and it didn't hurt quite as much, but Barry needed a short moment to relax, until he could give Hal, who seemed a little concerned, the way his eybrows furrowed, his consent, nodding slightly with his eyes half closed.

The Green Lantern didn't need much more than that as he started to move, rocking his hips in and out of his friend - and most likely more than that - slowly.
They kissed as Hal picked up the pace, but stayed gentle; not pounding him. Their hands were all over each other, rough and callous, but not unpleasant at all.
"Oh fuck... Hal..." The swearing made Hal chuckle breathily, too occupied with groaning softly. He felt Barry's blunt nails dig into his lower back, his grip tightening at a thrust that was harder than expected. The brunette apologized with another kiss, sucking on his lip for a moment.

It was over far two quickly for both of them, especially after Hal started to stroke Barry's throbbing cock with his hand. It had taken him only a few strokes to release with a cry, most of his cum landing in Hal's hand. And Hal actually licked it off, only slightly grimacing at the taste.
Hal came two thrusts later, pulling out a stroking himself until he came as well, thick ropes of cum sticking to Barry's golden curls.

For a while, both of them were breathing heavily, staring at each other until they both broke out in a laughing fit, hugging and kissing until they had to pull away to get more oxygen, so they could laugh even more.
"Aww, goddammit, I love you man!" Hal pulled the speedster into a bear hug, chuckling. Barry hugged back, nuzzling his neck for a second, before playfully pecking him on the cheek.
"I love you too..."
And suddenly, he was wearing his suit again, opening the freezer. "Want some pizza?"

"You bet!"

~v~

Dick and Wally both had their hands under the comforter, palming their hurting erections through the thick fabric of their jeans.
They didn't make a move to hide the fact that they were horny anymore. The huffing and panting in the room suddenly ending when the sound of a zipper opening ripped through the relative silence. Dick stared at Wally for a second.
"Sorry, but It can't stop..." The redhead said as he reached his open fly and pushed his briefs down. He let out a strangled moan as he started to stroke his cock.
His friend hesitated, before undoing his fly as well, visibly relaxing as he did the same.

They did that for a while, staring at the screen. The video had long stopped running when Dick cleared his throat.
"That was..."
"Pretty hot." Wally finished his sentence, and Dick nodded in approval. They both were stroking themselves now, trying to keep the noise down.
"You want to watch another one?" The Speedster asked all of the sudden, and the younger teenager proceeded to pull out his hand and quickle chose another file.
"BarBru_CR"

This time, they hesitated.
"You think..." Wally started, and Dick just nodded. "Bru" surely meant Bruce. Meaning that it most likely was a video of his adoptive father having sex with his best friends uncle.
And for some reason, his cock gave a twitch at that.
For a while, they just stroked themselves slowly, but then Wally slipped closer, pecking Dick on the jaw.

"You wanna try to... you know...?"
To Wally's surprise, Dick nodded. The brunette pushed down the comforter, so their laps were exposed. The two boys took their time to get closer to each other, before grabbing each other's exposed cock, stroking it. Their breaths hitched.

"Let's watch this..."

~v~

The large table in the conference room usually seated the League members, but at the moment, the cameras didn't pick up anyone. That was until Barry walked in, backwards and almost stumbling over his own feet. He was clothed in his Flash suit.
Bruce, clothed in his Batman suit, followed him, standing tall and menacing. Barry's back hit one of the chairs before he knew it, and he held on to it so he wouldn't fall over.

His eyes were large as Bruce pulled off his cowl, leaving his own on. The blond didn't object to Bruce undressing him rather roughly.
Neither did he object as Bruce delivered a warning swat to his ass when he wanted to get out of his hold. He whined, yes, but he stayed where he was, already - or still hard.
"You need to be more concentrated. Especially during our meetings." Bruce said, his voice even and dry, devoid of any emotion. But he did allow himself to smirk when his saw Barry, naked, hard and embarrassed. But willing.

"I'm willing to help you this time, for the sake of the meeting we'll have later." With that, Bruce bent him over the table and proceeded to fetch some lube and a condom from his utility belt.
Barry grimaced. He really had everything inside that thing. Damn that Bat.
Always prepared.
He put the lube down next to Barry, his stance somewhat expecting.
"Get ready."

Barry glared at him for a second, before getting some lube on his fingers and reaching back. He could almost feel Bruce's eyes watching him as he started to loosen himself up a little with his fingers, first only one, eventually two.
The Speedster muttered to himself, groaning softly under his breath. He was standing on his toes, rolling his feet up and down as he moved his fingers in and out of himself. Bruce watched him insert a third finger, and it seemed as he actually had to smirk when the older man scissored his fingers. When Barry pulled them out after quite some time, legs spread, still standing on his toes; the billonaire cleared his throat.
"I take it you are ready now?" Barry heard the clicking sound of Bruce taking off his utility belt, as well as the rustling of his pants being pushed down to his mid thighs. Leisurely, he took off his right gauntlet, so he could use his hand to put on the condom and lube himself up. Barry whined impatiently.
That was until Bruce grabbed the other man's side with his still gloved hand and got closer. The blond sucked in air as he felt Bruce starting to push in, trying to claw into the smooth surface of the table beneath him. But the man didn't stop, didn't give Barry any time to adjust. He was only halfway in when he started to roll his hips slightly, working himself in a little more with every little thrust.

And the Speedster just moaned, sounding pained. Clark, Hal and Diana had given him some time to adjust. Bruce wasn't as nice. But he still enjoyed it, still needed it.
So he soon started to roll his hips as well, back into the contact whenever the younger man moved.
The slight discomfort didn't fade, but got better once Bruce showed mercy and put his rough, large fingers around Barry's cock, stroking him roughly.

Barry came almost instantly, stiffling a weird, strangled cry. Bruce didn't stop. He could swear that he heard Bruce moan under his breath, until he bit back a groan as he came as well.
Then, after five seconds, he pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it away. He cleaned himself with a tissue, got dressed properly again.
"I expect from you that you'll be concentrated for the meeting."

The billonaire let Barry clean himself and get dressed, before leaving without saying a word. The door closed behind him, leaving behind a slightly confused, disheveled but satisfyed Barry.

"Bats..."

~v~

This time, the teenagers had been more busy with themselves than with the video. They had enjoyed it, though. They were on their sides now, shirts pushed up, chests and stomachs exposed.
It was clumsy and awkward, small hands trying to explore every inch. But they enjoyed it. They kept their voices down to a minimum, with awkward kisses and the pillows, in which they burried their faces in.
"Oh god..." Wally tried kissing Dick's neck, making the boy's moan in unison. Their dominant hands were on each others cock, stroking fast and clumsy, not wanting to do something wrong, something the other wouldn't like.

But in the end, both of them enjoyed it. No matter how clumsy, awkward and inexperienced.
It was special.

~v~

At the same time, Bruce was sitting in the Batcave, leaned back against the large chair as he looked at the computer screen with a smirk. He'd been watching them for the last fifteen minutes, a well hidden camera in Dick's room showing him everything. Looked like his ward was growing up.
He lowly snickered to himself as he felt a familiar, straining feeling in his pants and touched his ear, activating his comm-link.

"Flash, come to the Batcave. Now."

End

I hope you liked it! Reviews still would be lovely. I know my Grammar isn't the best - I'll try to get better.

Thanks for reading this little two shot!

-Songbird