Holy crap, guys! So this took long enough, I'm sure. I had a major case of writer's block this week and it was a rather rough patch. I had been writing dialogue randomly and mapping things out, but it wasn't really coming together. Voila! Today it finally sunk in, and I was able to write.
Thank you for the patience and I hope you enjoy!
I felt so satisfied, yet so hungry.
I felt lonely.
I wanted Robin here, with me. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted him to smile at me like he used to before he became all broody like another Bat I knew. Despite the endorphins rushing through my system after what had just happened, I felt an unfamiliar feeling well up inside of me. The tears came on their own. I couldnt' do much to stop them. They were telling me they didn't care what I thought. I pressed my face into my knees and let the sobs out.
I felt so small there by myself, finally coming to terms with what I had done and what I really wanted. I wanted Robin. I wanted him so badly it ached in the deepest part of my gut.
What a joke I was.
What a coward.
I could see it then, his cold stare as I confessed everything I had felt these past years to him. I could see him push me away quietly and walk away. Then I saw myself not even have what it took to go after him. I saw us drift softly apart.
Rob was special.
Not just to me.
The girls that he seemed to pick were just as beautiful as he was. I never saw him settle for anything less. Perhaps that was what it was like to be confident. He just drew them to himself, knowing he was good enough. I could talk and flirt all I wanted, but it was always rather hollow. It was never real, was it, because it had always been him. I felt myself slip away into the darkest part of my thoughts, the muffled bass of the club's music slowly fading...
I was finally awoken by the vibration of my cell phone in my jeans pocket. I hadn't even known that I had gone under. I yawned and opened up a text from one of my buddies. I sighed in annoyance. They had apparently waited for a while, but then had left with some girls and didn't know where to find me. I chuckled to myself at how ironic it was, thinking this is why I could never depend on normal friends. Maybe I was really bad at picking them. I texted them back that I would take a taxi and let out my breath as I laid my head back against the wall.
The music was silent. There was still light, but a muted kind that meant the place had closed to customers. I groaned at how I probably was being trouble for them and hauled myself up, straightening out my pants and sweatshirt before poking my head out the door into the hall. I walked down the silent red, shiny hallway, hearing voices steadily come into focus. There was laughing and some footfalls as I blinked to get the blur out of my sleepy eyes.
I quietly peered into the main area of the club, seeing all the employees huddled around the bar. Some of them had taken make-up and wigs off, others were in street clothes. They sat on and around the tables, laughing at something the imitation Robin was saying. The girl who was dressed like Kid Flash hung off of the woman in the Black Canary outfit, who was sipping something out of a glass and smirking. I noticed with a chuckle that she had been wearing a wig over her purple pixie-cut hair. The girl caught my movement and her eyes lit up, whispering something to the talking man. He seemed to scold her for something and she laughed, pointing over at me.
I flushed a deep red. Now, I knew I was definitely intruding. They reminded me of how all of us in Young Justice would hang out on the couch after missions and watch movies, even if we weren't paying attention. They draped over each other and teased like friends that had known each other for many years. I smiled at that, a bittersweet smile. I missed when Rob was there, chatting away and standing up for me in the perfect ways when I was teased. Then he would smack me playfully if I got too high on my horse.
" Redhead," he said, gesturing over to me with a couple fingers, a calm smile on his face.
For some inane reason, I trembled a little bit at first but then grinned like there was no big deal and came over.
" I'm really sorry. I might have had too much to drink. I kinda passed out back there," I said, sheepishly, feeling more embarrassed than I had for a while.
His smile merely deepened and he waved me off.
" Don't worry about it. Really. There's no problem. I was going to come check on you, but we got a little busy in here," he replied confidently, eyes seeming to trace over me.
I opened my mouth and then closed it, realizing that I had said what I needed to. I found myself blushing even more at his kindness. He really didn't seem to mind at all. My stomach began to flip a little bit like it did when I got to see Rob, and I took a deep, discreet breath to try and calm it.
" I'll give you a tip for the trouble," I said, laughing with my toothy grin and winking at the girls.
I found myself relaxing as they almost seemed to let me join their atmosphere.
"Your friends left you here? What jerks, I would kick their ass if I were you," the purple-haired Kid Flash girl said, which got her a sidelong look from her companion.
" The last thing we need here is more people being beat up, Livvy. There's enough of that going around. I was nearly mugged again this week, luckily Richard scared them off," the blonde said, looking gratefully over to the brunette before downing the rest of the amber liquid in her glass.
" I know, I know. I'm just saying. I wish I could 'Batman it up', sometimes," Livvy remarked, getting rather starry-eyed.
" Like anyone, even the Bat, would try to clean up these streets," the blonde sighed.
" I would try. I swear I would mess those dudes up who hurt my girl," the girl said, cuddling up to her protectively, even as she was smaller.
" Livvy, you're much too light for that. You might have better chance flashing them and hoping to distract them with that," a tall, thin lady with a very red wig suited to Batwoman said.
" I was about to be angry about that, but it could work," the spunky girl said.
" Okay guys, I'm going to lock up. It's supposed to be a cold night and I don't want to discover any of your lovely bodies frostbitten when I come back," Richard said, smirking at the redhead.
I stuck my hands in my pockets and followed them outside, watching the brunette toss on a heavy coat before stepping out. He was right about the cold. I could see my breath so clearly that I thought I could catch it with my fingers. I shivered, noticing that I wouldn't be able to warm myself up properly until I was out of range. I nervously watched as the other dancers left in taxis and waved goodbye. I got a coy grin from the redhead as she left, gracefully entering the yellow car like she was dancing. I smiled back softly and nodded, wondering what she seemed so smug about.
I felt my heart pump faster, face getting hot despite the cold nipping at my skin. I looked around and noticed that we were alone. I swallowed hard, putting on my most cocky grin.
" So you get to work with them? Lucky bastard," I said.
" That, I am. They're good girls," he said, meeting my grin with one of his own.
My heart fluttered again. The damn thing was due for a checkup, I presume. I felt it throb in my fingers and my toes, despite the cold threatening to numb them.
" I..uh..thanks. Didn't really...get to..." I stammered out, feeling like a complete moron.
I swore that I felt like some sort of crushing schoolgirl.
Not cool.
" Don't mention it," he said, shooting me a much different kind of grin that seemed to go right to my crotch.
Those fucking blue eyes seemed to look right through me as I stood there, self conscious and steadily becoming freezing.
" I don't know about you, but I could really go for some...coffee right now. My treat? Unless you have somewhere to be. I'm sure you're tired and all," I said, urging my stomach to not come up my throat as it wanted to.
He chuckled.
It was damn magical.
A mix of knowing and playfulness that was just fine-tuned to my ears to make them ring in pleasure.
" I am used to being up late. You seem like the type, yourself. Coffee would be nice, but.." he said, and for some reason I stared at those lovely lips as they stopped, hanging on his every word.
It seemed like hours before he finished his thought. I could hear my heart beat over and over and thought of about a billion different things I wanted to do to that mouth before he spoke again.
" I make it a habit to refuse to let anyone buy me dinner unless they make more money than I do. Especially on Friday nights."
" It's not that I don't have money! I get by," I said sheepishly, laughing and finding my feet very interesting at the moment.
He chuckled again, and I felt myself chuckling as well.
He brunette closed his eyes for a second, as if in deep thought, then looked up.
" It's going to snow, tonight. The wet kind. You're not really dressed for the weather, you know," he remarked, looking me up and down.
I scratched my head in embarrassment.
" We're the kind of guys that don't think before we leap, I guess. They just picked me up and told me I was coming with them. I didn't...think I would need a coat," I said, finding the sentence odd as I looked over my getup.
Usually my speed kept me warm. When I was masquerading as a normal human, I suppose you had to think about this stuff. I pressed a palm to my face and groaned.
" I'm such an idiot, sometimes."
" Most of us are. Here. There's a decent place a block down, if you don't mind walking," he said, turning toward a neon sign in the distant foggy cold.
I smiled and nodded, following him, careful to keep my distance, but not too much that he would think I was being aloof.
The coffee was good, but I hardly noticed the taste as I watched him. He asked me about myself and I felt things blur a bit. I gave my normal rehearsed reply of how I was attending college and working part time. He nodded and sipped at his own coffee, and I found myself staring at his lips again. They were so much easier to focus on than his eyes, for example. Those gazers made me literally freeze in place and forget my name and everything about myself.
Feeling a bit warm, we headed out of the small diner and down the street. I noticed the smile that he gave the waitress. Flirty but not pushy. He was very polite for someone who seemed to be close to my age. She seemed like she would throw her clothes off right there if he had so much as asked. I had to admit, she had been cute. Auburn ringlets and cherry red lips. But...for some reason she was pale in comparison. I frowned at the cold, watching him walk beside me.
There was some sort of silent agreement that we had.
One that needed no words or even a nod of the head.
I was following him home, and he didn't seem to mind in the least.
Just like he had predicted, a couple blocks down, the air began to thicken and the snow started to fall. It stung my face, which I'm sure was very pink, luckily I could blame that on the alcohol. Eventually I found my sweatshirt becoming more and more damp. Even my heated body that was on high alert and flushing from head to toe because of him was soon shivering.
I began to forget the passage of time as we continued to walk. His eyes seemed to calmly scan the area, which was understandable for Bludhaven. I'm sure you could turn the wrong corner and be knee-capped, which made me a bit weary, since I wasn't allowed to reveal my powers.
Finally, we arrived at the apartment building. It was decently large and there were locked steel doors behind the glass. I guess it made me feel a bit better, since I could assume it was decently safe in there. He punched in a long code and swiped a card before the door finally opened. It was sparse inside the lobby, nobody seeming to be around. We went up the elevator to the twelfth floor, the doors not opening until he swiped another card. If I wasn't so damn cold, I would have been very impressed by the large living room, tinted glass windows looking out over the chilled city. I think I noticed a piano and a large flat screen television, the couch looking very inviting.
I felt like my bones would never move again as my entire body was stiff. He noticed me shivering and got a slightly protective look on his face.
" Get out of those clothes. I'll put them in the dryer," he said, pulling at my soaking sweatshirt and jeans.
He walked down the hall a little bit and pushed a polished wooden door open.
" The bathroom is in there. Get in the shower and warm up, okay?" he ordered more than asked.
I nodded and looked around at the mess that I was leaving of sleet and mud on his perfectly clean floors and bit down on my lip. He followed my gaze and quickly sighed.
" Don't worry about that! It's not the time to be polite," he said, undressing me himself, fingers unzipping the sweatshirt.
I was about to protest, but he was intent on not letting me apologize, pulling my wet jeans down and my shirt over my head. It was all a bit of a freezing cold blur as my teeth chattered. I wanted to warm myself up so badly, but my brain was still being logical. I couldn't show him, no matter how freezing it was. He got me down to my briefs and I let out a small gasp as he pulled them off without much care. The brunette literally pushed me into the large bathroom, then lead me by the hand over to the shower. It was rather big and I could probably stretch out completely in the tub if I had wanted to. He pulled the curtains aside and turned the water on. In less than ten seconds, I could see the steam rising.
I suppose I gravitated towards the heat and stepped in myself. He let out a sigh of relief and closed the curtains. I heard his footsteps go out the door and heard the sound of the wet fabric leaving the floor. He disappeared down one of the hallways and I sighed and vibrated myself, warming much faster than I normally would if I had not. Eventually I could feel my toes and fingers, again.
Is this what normal people felt in the cold?
When Rob was not in uniform, did he have no way of warming himself up in this weather?
I found myself slump against the wall thinking of him, warm, wet hair plastered to my scalp and body warm in the clinging steam.
Where did he go on these freezing nights?
I chuckled. He was a smart guy. He wouldn't let himself freeze. I slapped myself for even doubting him. He would have smacked me for doubting him as well. As I got warmer, my body began to remind me what was really going on. As I thought about Rob, I felt myself instantly harden and soon I was trying to coax it down. It really seemed to have a mind of it's own, throbbing and refusing to budge, no matter how much I was ignoring it. I swallowed hard, wondering when Richard would be back. I would just have to chance it.
I let my hand curl around my erection, my lips uttering a soft cry. I bit down on my lip and clenched my teeth to make sure I didn't make too much noise, and proceeded to pump my hand up and down over my twitching length. I didn't have the energy to vibrate at a time like this, and even so, it would be bad if I drifted off. So, I did it the normal way, the slow way. For some odd reason, I hadn't heard Richard enter the bathroom. Before I knew it and before I could protest, he had slipped into the shower with me and pressed my back against the cool tile.
" S-sorry, I just..." I started, whimpering softly and looking away, embarrassed.
" Stop apologizing," he ordered, fingers slipping down my bare chest as his eyes ran up and down my naked body.
I gasped at the contact and the intensity of the gaze that practically ravaged me right then and there. I could see the look in his eyes, his brain processing all the things he wanted to do to me. The hungry look in his eyes never waned as he pushed his own body against mine, our erections squeezing delightfully together. I gasped like the wind had been knocked out of my lungs as the hard skin touched hard skin. He smirked and ground his hips against mine, hissing in appreciation, himself.
Oh god, it felt good.
Too good than I really wanted it to.
It wasn't quite like the blow job from earlier, but his body was so desperate as it moved against mine, our cocks pressed together painfully and blissfully. One hand took hold of my hip, the other snaked down to grab both of our hard lengths together and began to move.
" F-fuck!" I heard myself moan out as I watched his fingers work us both expertly.
He grunted and panted as he looked intensely into my eyes, fingers stroking all the right places and hot skin squeezing me towards my release. Even in the shower, I could tell that the tip of my cock was leaking as I twitched in his hand. He was like a puppet-master as his strong hand took long, firm pumps up and down. I felt myself arch against him, watching how his hair clung to his flushing face. I groaned loudly, my heart beating a hundred times per minute as I watched the muscles on his arm tense.
Despite my earlier release, I could feel the unmistakable heat building, balls tightening and breath catching even more. My vision blurred as the pleasure started to well up perfectly, promising release. Without thinking much about it, I saw my hands reach up and grab the sides of his face, pulling him in hungrily to press my lips against his. I felt his tongue instantly fly into my mouth, hot and begging to taste me. I couldn't help but oblige as the feeling of his lips sent me over the edge. I desperately fought his tongue with mine as I let muffled cries of pleasure work their way out of my throat.
I came, cock twitching violently against his as it spurted load after load of cum up into the air between us. He shuddered and groaned loudly himself as he felt it, and I could literally feel his dick in sync with mine as he emptied himself, as well. As warm as the water was, our seed was even hotter as it splashed up both of our chests and dripped down with the shower. Finally, he pulled back enough from my lips so that he could catch his breath, panting loudly as his breath continued to tickle my lips. I found myself breathing like I had just ran across an entire continent as I slowly opened my eyes.
His were still closed, but eventually they opened, baby blues peering at me in satisfaction and possession. I shivered in delight as I saw the look on his face as he pressed his forehead to mine, breathing heavily as he let our softening cocks go. His sticky hand planted itself on my shoulder and his body pressed against mine. Neither of us said anything. We just stared, spent and relaxed, at one another.
" I never caught your name, little redhead," he said, cocking his head to the side in question and grinning.
" Wallace," I said, returning the smile and letting my arms curl around his waist.
" Cute," he said, leaning in for another kiss.