AN: Warning: This one's an M. Soz.

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A heavy groan drew out of Roy's throat as he flopped onto his back, one foot on the floor and the other slung over the top of his sofa.

"You are not even going to remove your boots? It would be shame to dirty the fabric. Oh, and where am I supposed to sit?"

"Take the other couch."

"Must I remind you there is only one?"

"Exactly."

"Boots."

The red-head mockingly reached out one hand, dropped it back with a huff. "Too bad. Hey, d'you mind getting me a shot of vodka?"

Kaldur hesitated; "Would that not put you to sleep?"

"Why, yes," deadpanned Roy, "that's kind of the idea. A post-patrol tradition of mine, if you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, fear not – I have. I just thought that it would follow our recently-introduced post-patrol tradition?" Kaldur tried, and failed, to catch his eye. "Hello?"

"I'm too tired."

A breath passed through his lips, the bottom of which he began to chew for a few seconds. "If you act like this towards the concept of making out I can only imagine the excuses you will use when I am asking for sex."

That got his attention.

Roy swallowed.

"You want sex?"

Kaldur turned and looked at Roy him it had been fairly obvious all along.

"I am a teenage boy who is still a virgin despite having two long-term relationships, an extremely-willing girl show a blatant interest, and a boyfriend who runs around in tights. Why would I not want to engage in intercourse?"

And there was Roy. Mouth slightly open. Kaldur hid his smugness away, approached and fit himself snugly between Roy's very-parted thighs.

"Not now, but we will."

"We will?" Roy repeated.

Kaldur, pleased he would be topping for the next half hour (at least), kissed heavily across Roy's neck (where he'd later cover up with a jacket); "At least one of us must be an optimist in this relationship. It may as well be me."

There could have been a response muffled somewhere between their lips, but neither wanted to pause and clear it up. Aching arms held up the younger of the pair, but slight pain was easily overcome by heat. There was some pretty lazy work on the now off-duty Red Arrow's part – he really hadn't lied when he said he was tired. This bored Kaldur easily, and he tugged the black hem of his partner's shirt up quicker than he usually would have, patience dribbling out into kisses across his well-defined chest.

Roy, above all things, was especially proud of his muscles. Genetic material like his facial features, hair, or otherwise meant nothing to him and Kaldur respected his views enough not to pester them like so many of the well-meaning, in-the-know heroes made the mistake of doing. He'd worked for those abs and biceps and quads. Particularly loved his upper body. Whilst this had slimmed down his costume choices to that of a sleeveless top—which was leaving a bit too much flesh vulnerable in his boyfriend's opinion—it did mean that his lovers (past or present) were always easy to delight with something as simple as the removal of his shirt.

Like many women before him, Kaldur slid his hands down the narrowing lines from Roy's armpits to his hips – ghosted over the scars. Only this felt much, much better than any girl could have done. Hell, it was like snippets of his life had turned into a good-quality, steady build-up porno (with, you know, lots more ass-kicking and a few domino-masks). Kaldur's hands were soft, not calloused and rough like Roy's. His nails were trimmed, too, and the red-head arched against the couch as one ran up his thigh.

Then there was a breeze on his waistline, fingers edging towards his crotch.

"You wear a cup, Red Arrow? I suppose I should have seen that coming." He tossed it to the ground. "Even though you take risks with every other part of your body, I take it the testicular region in particular is not to be reckoned with."

The band was snapped back and Roy did everything in his power not to whine or pout or demand it go there again. Seemed that none of the above were necessary, however, since the Atlantean's palm was soon grinding gently against his dick with a loose rhythm. Over his uniform, but the touch still managed to increase the intensity of his breathing. To say it'd been a while was an understatement. Roy shuddered.

Squeezing. Rubbing. All while Kaldur worked on his chest towards his nipple. Roy had never thought of doing something like that – he'd done it for the ladies, of course, but on a guy... No way, right? That couldn't possibly-

The heat wasn't enough to make him groan – neither was the saliva or the sucking. The three combined?

A whole new story.

"Kaldur, I-... I need to get this damned jock off."

The blonde stood, pulling the raised leg onto the couch so that the other man could hurry the waistband down and take care of the guarding pads and various buckles while Kaldur untied the boot, slid the fabric right off. Brushed his wettened lips across the smooth skin on the side of his calf, now lined with small goosebumps. Roy shivered in anticipation. Clawed at his own hair, erection throbbing and dark and restrained. Each trail of fingertips at his stomach, his hips, just sent more twinges downward with no sign of release anytime soon. Every touch brought on a spark of something that would make crunch a moan on his tongue, followed by a painful aftertaste. He'd never been so hard in his life and Kaldur was just... just...

Finally, he let out a little breath as his right foot was threaded through the elastic strap, placed in its original position with the bottom half of his clothing shucked down to his left ankle. Roy choked on a sigh of relief as Kaldur's hand pumped softly. His fingers dug into the cushion by his ear.

Kaldur smiled, pinning his lip between his top and bottom teeth. This was Roy Harper propped up on his own elbows, adopted son of Oliver Queen, notorious teen-superhero playboy. And he, Kaldur'ahm, was the one making his eyes squeeze close, giving up on trying to watch aside from the occasional glances. He felt like he should say something.

"Roy Harper is a natural red-head. Huh. I have won a few bets."

Roy chuckled. "F-Funny – that's just what Jade said."

And the fleshy sounds of his cock being jerked off slowed, the grip beginning to-

"Kaldur, Jesus! That kinda hurts," he commented sharply.

"Sorry," he replied. "I slipped."

"My arse you sli-" However, it was just then that Kaldur thumbed the underside of his head, the most sensitive part. It didn't have the effect of completely dropping Roy's words from existence, but they did morph into some sort of chest-deep groan.

Now each movement was accompanied by Kaldur's clenched jaw, but Roy was writhing and gasping and grinning in-between too much to notice. He'd never been this animated during a handjob before. Intense oral, maybe, but most girls just didn't have the practise to get him off with manual alone...

"I'm gonna come, Kaldur-... I-I can't-"

"Duly noted."

Roy couldn't think about the coldness of the tone – not with the warmth fiercely rolling through his stomach, hips bucking up for the extra friction. He threw his head back, scrambled around for something to hold, found Kaldur's wrist and kept it still as he came.

The couch croaked as he dropped, shaking through it with his mouth open. A rush of pleasurable lightning.

Once all his hormones and adrenaline had levelled, Roy sank back to enjoy the post-orgasm floatiness. Not without a sleepy remark though, apparently; "Really? I gave you a warning, there are tissues on the floor... and now I've got a stain on my shirt. It's not like I can go down to the drycleaners, you know."

"Consider yourself lucky – most would receive a worse punishment for mentioning another in the midst of stimulation."

Confused, watching Kaldur stand and make his way towards the fridge, Roy pulled his top up and over, used it to wipe up the white stickiness (he'd find some way to remove it) and got to his feet to make himself decent again. "It was supposed to be funny, Kaldur." Even if he had been in the wrong, Roy had never known when to back off. "You know, a joke?"

"I can joke, Roy, but not about this. As you have told me, I am reassured and confident in your feelings for me-" Somehow, without even moving, every aspect of his face and stance turned dark. "-but make no mistake, I will not share you. Quite a few have tried, succeeded even, to take advantage of my understanding nature. Only those I truly care enough about have gotten away with it. Do not get me wrong – I care about you, but when you commit to me it is only me. Friends are good, encouraged. Romantic interests, however, are not. I am not one of your highschool flings and I certainly will not be treated as such."

Roy gulped. He kicked himself right in the mental groin – Kaldur's last relationship hadn't exactly ended on the best note—"I love her. It will pass, I am sure, but for now..."—so while this would have sounded rather The Roommate-ish coming from anyone else, it was totally agreeable. There was no way that one sentence had gone through the Jerk-Check in his throat before it came out of his mouth. Should have been more careful.

"I'm sorry," Roy said. They were alien on his tongue, a foreign language to his ears, and even Kaldur froze.

The younger shook his hand and smiled softly.

"It is alright. Like you said, a joke."

Kaldur kissed him, and it was soft and smooth and slow. Roy hadn't thought himself much of a feminine gay but with the way his body ached to shiver under Kaldur's fingertips he could almost (secretly) believe it was a possibility. They dug deeply into his bare shoulder and Roy winced into his boyfriend's collarbone.

"But do not do it again."