So, I have been away for a while due to medication and other such depression things. Sometimes, I just don't want to write. I literally am that writer you see in every movie that has a room full of crumpled papers and keeps throwing them everywhere. Sometimes, I just can't. Anyhow, I know this is going to be a weak chapter, because I feel a bit rusty. However, I will be continuing the story by rewinding a bit. I am going to change POV, so that I can have Dick's inner thoughts up until this point. I need something fresh to drive me further into the story, so hopefully that helps. Just a heads up for next chapter.
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The next few days were nothing short of amazing.
Elated.
I was on top of the damn world, and he was right there along with me.
I couldn't tell if we had ever been completely covered in clothing unless we were headed out for food. It seemed like the whole time we were in his apartment, I was at least half-dressed.
Making up for lost time, I suppose.
He was a bit of an animal.
A bit more calm and collected, but it was seriously amazing me how I had missed this entire thing for so many years. I told myself not to regret it and just enjoy the moments we now shared.
He insisted on taking me from behind that evening, and I really couldn't say no. His fingers had the perfect hold on my hips as he hammered away at me. The flush from head to toe came from the knowledge that I had fucked girls like this so many times.
It was quite interesting being on the receiving end, so to speak.
By interesting, I meant glorious.
He knew just all the ways to maneuver my hips and his together that I couldn't help but see stars. He could easily be paid to do this.
I tried not thinking about that...
As I gazed sideways, half- lidded in front of me, I saw the door was open a crack. I suddenly got a chill down my spine.
Apparently, Dick had not heard over the sounds and was too immersed into our activity to notice. A familiar looking face gazed in from beyond the shadows of the door, which was open a couple inches without much care. My brain was half-dead with pleasure, but I was sure I knew the eyes. I felt my own eyes widen and my facial heat instantly increase, finding myself coming extremely hard and wondering what the hell was going on with my brain. Shudders went up my spine and my entire body buzzed violently, sending Dick into a sputtering mess behind me as I felt my muscles clench him strongly.
Had he even noticed?
His chest and front laid flush against my sweaty back after his spasms calmed down, breath slowly relaxing. Part of me laid the annoyance to rest as I felt completely satisfied, my head swimming. I couldn't help but collapse completely onto my stomach in exhaustion.
" I have told you that you're amazing, right?" Dick whispered huskily, kissing my back.
I chuckled weakly.
" Yes, but continue," I smirked, or at least as much as I could after that.
I was rather ready for a good nap.
My mind swam back to the strange man in doorway.
My eyes narrowed, knowing that he had walked back to the living room to wait, unless he just left. Dick kissed my back once again and pulled out with a grunt. I let my stomach flutter for a second as I felt him leaking out of me. That was a nice feeling, one that I never would've thought was ever possible. It was warm, and I felt so much like he had marked me as his. I wished I could do the same, aside from the evident bite marks along his neck. I felt an affectionate caress of my ass as I heard the sound of Dick's weight shifting behind me. He moved off of the bed and found his underwear, slipping them up as I watched, still riding the lovely high and enjoying the scent he left on me.
" Going somewhere?" I asked.
" It's not very polite to keep guests, waiting, Wally. As much as I love cuddling with you, he has brought important news. Join us out in the living room when you're finished basking in the afterglow of my amazing cock," he grinned, and I felt my face go a bit red at the dirty talk and the realization that he had continued without care, even as the person peered in at us.
He pulled some pants on, thank goodness, and threw on a black shirt before taking one more look at me sprawled out on the bed. I heard his steps slowly fade down the hall, and I sighed, reminding myself that I would have to face this person one way or the other.
I should stop being such a coward, already.
So far, my fears seemed to make things difficult, and prevent very important things from happening.
Like being with Rob...Dick...whatever.
I groaned and finally found my clothes in a pile on the floor. I pulled them on lazily and meandered out down the hall. The voices weren't necessarily whispering or too hushed, but I could tell from the tone that they were discussing something important that wasn't meant for most ears.
I made sure my sex hair was smoothed down before I rounded the corner to see them. Dick was on an opposing chair to the man, who's ginger hair resembled mine quite closely. It was a little below chin length and a bit shaggy. They halted and the man smirked, looking over me. Keen eyes stood out against the clean stubble of his chin. He looked like he regularly worked at some sort of sport, muscles apparent against the red shirt that he wore.
" Now, now. Let's take a look at you. Heh. Both of you have decent taste, I'll give you that, Dick," he chuckled, getting only a roll of the eyes from him.
I was sort of surprised at how friendly they seemed. I clenched my teeth together and tried to put the feeling aside.
" Nice to meet you. Wally West," I said, offering a nod.
His face showed confusion, looking back and forth between Dick and I for a couple seconds before he cocked his head. He seemed to come to terms with something in his head and then got the most evil grin on his face.
" Wally West? From that outrageous hair that never seems to be tamed and the runner's body, I presume, Kid Flash," he said, and my heart jumped a beat.
" Dick," I said accusingly, raising a brow, trying to keep from running over and punching this jerk in his handsome, smirking face.
" Wally, meet Roy, of course, you already have. It's been a little while, though, hasn't it?" Dick replied, calm and collected, if not a bit amused.
They both shared a laugh, more to themselves than to my expense, but it still irked me.
" Roy...red hair...Oh. Red Arrow..." I said, not quite sure whether to be mortified or overjoyed.
" Well, it was Red Arrow, but I sort of thought that wasn't exactly my gig. I go by Arsenal now, much more catchy, if you ask me. Use more...diverse weaponry. Strikes more fear into the heart of the enemies, don't you agree?" he asked, smiling up at me.
" I suppose it isn't a bad name. Good to see you again, Roy," I said, teetering on extreme jealousy and happiness.
He had gone off the map, a bit like Dick, only no contact with us whatsoever. It wasn't horribly odd to find him such a rough place, where he could probably do much good. I did have my suspicions as I watched the familiarity between them, and I had such embarrassment. He had seen us fucking, everything exposed in the throws of passion.
" I always thought you were a bottom," Roy said, snapping me out of the small world in my mind.
" W-what?" I asked, eyes widening and blood starting to boil a bit in my veins.
" I said, I always thought you were the bottom 'type'," he said, smirking at me like I should find it funny and easygoing.
Dick smiled thoughtfully at him until he started to notice my reaction.
" Roy, he's new to this whole thing. That's probably taken as an insult," Dick said, a bit too calmly.
" Oops. Sorry, Wally. I didn't mean...well..hmm," he said, giving up on how to word it.
" That's okay. I"m sure I will get it eventually," I replied, sighing instead, fists balling up in bashfulness and a bit of anxiousness to ask Dick why they were so friendly.
It didn't take much perception to see that I was practically glowering at them both as I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. I filled it up in the sink to give myself something to do.
Anything to distract from the air around them.
I zipped over to the fridge.
Did we have any leftovers?
I was jumped by Rob as soon as we had gotten home that night, and I hadn't quite remembered if we had brought anything home. I found a cake and proceeded to cut myself half of the whole thing and put it onto a big plate.
Sometimes, with eating, my mind just went on autopilot.
Sometimes it was exhaustion.
Then other times, I was stressed.
Before I had even figured out if I wanted to eat the entire piece, it was gone.
Luckily, my metabolism was off the charts and it didn't matter. Of course, if I were a normal human being, this would have been a large problem. More that I was sure eating this much wasn't normal, even if I was speeding around. I found myself questioning if I even needed it.
Once again, autopilot.
Roy grinned over at me like he was remembering something funny and got up.
" I have to get back to patrol, but I'll hit you two up, later. Stay cute, Wally," he said, and I couldn't tell if he winked at me or not.
My face continued to heat, and I was sure on my pale skin, I might have resembled a tomato at this point. I held my breath as he said goodbye to Rob and went out the door. That was when my eyes fell over to Rob, who already seemed to have his hands up in defense.
" You don't seem as happy to see him again as I thought you would. Then again, given the circumstances, I don't blame you completely. He has a key card. I trust him. Only he can get in here besides me. He will call before coming over, again. Sorry, but I didn't want to fuss about it. It didn't...seem to hinder you," he said, raising an eyebrow.
I wrestled with different things I could say, trying to weed out anything too impolite.
" So, I see Roy again, and of course it has to be him walking in on us having sex. How much more embarrassing can you get? I think the only few things worse would be my uncle walking in or the entire Young Justice group!" I said, trying not to whine too much, but finding that difficult.
It was bad enough having someone walk in on us.
Someone walking into an activity that relies on your secret sexuality is different.
It was something utterly different.
I put my face in my hands and sat on the couch.
" You two..." I uttered, not sure if I was stating something or asking a question of him.
" We weren't an item, if that's what you're wondering, KF," he stated, but it felt like there was something more to it.
" Don't candy coat it, Rob. He totally made eyes at you. That's...he's...I never thought he would be like that. He was so enthralled by that Cheshire chick..." I muttered, rubbing my temples.
Rob sighed and moved over to a spot next to me.
" I forget that you were all the way over there, while me over here. Different worlds, really. Cheshire has never been out of the picture. He...ah...how do I say it? He came in a couple months ago, completely drunk and sort of broke down. He's been a bit troubled, sometimes. I tried to get him out of the stupor. Finally, he told me that he had just found out he was a father, that the mother was Cheshire. I suppose I was a bit shocked, since he had been so...professional before. One can never rule out such things. I..comforted him that night," he said, eyes not meeting mine.
I got the feeling he wanted to move, to hold me in some fashion to reassure me, but didn't want to anger me further.
" By comfort, you mean fuck, don't you?" I asked, sighing.
He was quiet for a couple seconds, then nodded.
" He was drunk and it just sort of happened. Neither of us really discussed it. We both know it happened, but we don't really pay too much attention. He's never been one to talk about that sort of thing, even with me. It was just comfort, that's all. Nothing like what we have, KF," he said, finally reaching out to me and setting his fingers on my knee.
" I believe you. Doesn't mean I'm not incredibly jealous," I stated, easing up into the touch a little bit.
" Why? Because it's me, or because he's a guy?" he asked me, and it posed a good question.
" Maybe a bit of both. I'm sort of sad that I wasn't the first guy. Also, I was always jealous of the girls who you dated or had brief flings with. Don't get me wrong, I love Zatanna to death, but I was aching a little bit inside to see you two hitting it off so well. Why did you..." I asked, truly confused as to why they had drifted apart.
" To tell you the truth, she saw that I was half-hearting it. I really like her. She's a great girl. She's amazingly beautiful. I knew I had to break it off for her sake before I left. Also, I felt she was right. I didn't want to be attached to anyone but you, I suppose. Even as I had feelings for other girls, it wasn't the same. Then, I found ways to fill in the gaps with guys when I left. The stuff with Roy just sort of happened. I guess he reminded me of you and the friendship we had with Young Justice. It was rather nice. I think we both needed it. I'm sorry if it makes you think less of me or him. I just had fun. You see my drawer. They were all nothing but primal satisfaction and fleeting feeling to me. You are the one, KF. I don't have eyes for anyone else when you're sitting in front of me," he said, smiling softly.
I let myself fall down into his lap, head resting on his thighs. My hands rested under me as I closed my eyes.
Why did I feel like crying?
I was being a jealous baby, wasn't I?
I suppose that's how you know it's real.
When you actually care about someone.
You get jealous.
Otherwise, I wouldn't bat an eye. Even with the girls before, I wasn't as sad as I could be when they told me that I was distracted. Artemis was lovely. It was all heated, and we argued so much that people joked that we were married, but it was nice. I won't deny that I liked her. I suppose it's selfish to say I was content, but got jealous when I saw Zatanna make the moves on my best friend.
Stupid right?
Artemis had always told me I was selfish.
I suppose she was right.
I wanted Rob all to myself, even if I had my affections elsewhere.
" I'm sorry," I uttered quietly.
His fingers stroked through my hair softly.
" What for?"
" For being selfish. I always wanted you. I hated seeing you with anyone else, even if I was with someone. That makes me rather selfish," I chuckled.
" I understand. I was that way, too. Broke my heart to see you with anyone, but I pushed the thought away. I left it in the cold, drowning it with other things, occupying myself. I got angry. Don't beat yourself up over it," he said, reaching down and kissing my cheek.
I grinned and turned my face to catch his lips in mine. So easily it became heated to the point we were both gasping for breath.
" So what was it? Round five or six today?" he asked against my lips.
" At least. Ass is sore, but so worth it," I murmured, looking up at him.
The looks he gave me left me nearly panting already, with the hungry blue eyes that I now realized he had been throwing at me for a very long time.
I had seen the look, and now I knew what he was thinking when he had suddenly gone silent those times in the past.
A shiver went down my spine at the thought. I remembered a couple missions in which he gave me such an intent stare, I felt like I would melt into mush.
There was a clear different between him being contemplative...and him being horny.
There were the awkward silences in which I'm completely sure he had always wanted to break with a kiss or quick embrace.
Of course, thoughts of that were discarded back then.
Now, I could let his eyes feast on me, just like his mouth and body did.
I was glad that I had superpowers, since I probably would have been completely worn out otherwise.
Speaking of which, I can't understand how the guy wasn't exhausted.
He wasn't exactly a gentle, slow lover.
I suppose the training sessions with Batman, or the training and patrols he did here on his own were really quite rigorous. He almost seemed like he wasn't breaking a sweat. I let him pull my shirt over my head and his hand found its way into my jeans, once again.
I was hungry for him.
I couldn't get enough of his skin.
Without trying, he knew just were to kiss, to lick, to suck, to squeeze to make my entire body feel like it would burst.
Many times, it did burst.
As his fingers traveled around my skin, I looked up into those icy blues. My heart pounded hard in my chest, just as much as when we had first kissed.
Cruel, expert fingers soon drew me to orgasm, calling his name over and over.
Those same fingers then carried me to the bed, much to my protest. I fell asleep with him in my arms, again, looking forward to waking up next to him.