Red X woke up even less rested, because he woke up more than an hour before Kid Flash.

Some time before 5 a.m., Kid Flash had reverted to being in control of his body. An hour later, Red X had the first flickering of waking and immediately roused himself. Now, before Kid Flash was awake, he could go through his memories and maybe make a plan without Kid Flash knowing what he was doing.

He made sure not to "say" anything to Kid Flash, not to speak to him in that obscure way that one consciousness could speak to another inside their one brain. He just called up memory after memory, but he got nowhere trying to find some sort of special weakness to Kid Flash. He and Flash were, uniquely susceptible to transformational energies according to Zatanna. She had turned him into a frog with just a couple crystals of some magical stuff. But you had to have magic powers to use on the speedsters to have that edge. And as great as the X suit was, it wasn't magic.

He dug around a little more but didn't come up with anything new going through Kid Flash's recollections of times he'd lost or had a tough time in a fight. It was what he already knew. He was super fast but relatively unprotected and not stronger than any other teen that size and in that condition. As for secrets, he was disappointed in that, too. Kid Flash didn't have any more secrets, not really. He already knew about his family, and about Flash. Mostly, he thought the speedster was a boring nerd. So much of his short and medium term memory was taken up by thoughts of this and that book. Boring. Borrrrrrrring.

But he could think of something that wouldn't be boring.

Red X concentrated on the words "the last time Jinx and I had sex".

He wasn't disappointed as he immediately felt like he was the speedster, waking up in bed next to Jinx and leaning over to kiss her. Ha, for all his talk about making love, images, sounds, smells, sensations and tastes immediately came forward from the word 'sex' and not making love. And to Red X's delight, he remembered everything as if he was KF. He was KF in these recollections!

This is fantastic! This is like virtual reality porn, thought Red X, only you could pretty much skip the virtual part. He experienced everything that Kid Flash remembered.

Jinx pulled him closer and deepened their wakeup kiss. He started kissing her neck and then working his way down, loving the warm, electric feel of her velvety soft skin. All the while she pulled and tugged at his orange hair, especially when he applied super speed tongue to already blossoming nipples. He could feel her getting more excited, hear her breath quickening and he grinned seeing her reactions. He was bubbling over with lust for her, but there was also a curious warmth of feeling underneath it all that surprised Red X. What the . .?!

He crouched over her amidst the haphazard sheets and leaned back up for a full kiss when she squeezed his butt and then gave him a little hex.

Yeow!

She gave a mischievous smile and he smiled back then proceeded down past the earlier targets of super speed tongue to another. She pushed his orange haired head down there, and started gasping in delight almost as soon as he started. Again, Red X enjoyed feeling how he was moving his tongue at super speed to drive her crazy. And again, this powerful feeling of warmth was underneath the joyful lust of it and Red X wondered what this was he was feeling. He, as Kid Flash, looked up to see a gasping, ecstatic Jinx and the warmth got stronger finally, just as she sounded like he was losing control, he stopped and crouched forward and it was like a practiced move. He kissed her on the lips and she pulled one hand back from the nightstand with the foil wrapper and put it on him with just the one hand. No first time couple was doing that. And he was on top then she was and then they were against the wall and finally back on the bed. It was bigger then Red X expected and he was vibrating it and she occasionally suggested "faster" or "deeper" between kisses till both were past the point of having any control and Red X felt the tremendous ecstatic release and the warmth underneath was like a sun going nova. He loved her and life and everything on earth but it all flowed from her. The warmth filled his head and it was wonderful. The warmth healed and made him strong. And he kissed her one more time and then fell back onto the sheets beside her and Red X left that memory.

He didn't want to stay in that recollection. It was . . it was a challenge in some odd way. And almost too fast for Red X to exactly identify why, thoughts flitted through his mind. It was different. It wasn't just the speedster body and the sorceress. It wasn't just that. It was . . it was different. It was different when they did it. A conclusion, an explanation flitted through his thoughts and he found himself feeling a sort of anger. No! That's not true. I . .

If I could make my tongue move like that, I'm sure it'd be a different thing with me and every girl, he told himself. But it felt hollow. He knew that wasn't it.

Or if I could vibrate my fricking thing like that. Thats . .

But his thoughts trailed off.

No. He knew that wasn't it.

There was some of that anger. What did this say about him? What did it mean, he wondered. And, again, a thought flitted through his mind but turned to other words. They just fuck really well together. If I found a girl, that she and I clicked like that . . .

But he wasn't convincing himself. And who else was there to convince?

What does this fricking nerd know that I don't know? He's only been with one girl in his whole life, fer chrissakes! What kind of freak thing is that? To marry that young without having known anyone else! Why would . .

And there was the thought followed by the anger.

It was ridiculous. This insular, nerd knows more about . . . ! I've been with 70 or 80 girls, some of the most beautiful women in the world! Ballerinas! Lots and lots of ballerinas! Models! This damaged fricking nerd with attachment issues knows more about . . ?! How many times did he cry himself to sleep? 40? 50? This guy . . ?!

No. That's bullshit. He-he lucked into getting an electric tongue and a magic johnson. I'd make it some body melting kama sutra topping thing too if I was outfitted with sex toys like that. I . . I . . .

No clear thoughts passed through his mind for several moments. It was too much.

Red X . . . Xing Fu Lee, was an extremely proud young man. He slowly composed himself with a series of sighs. It wasn't true. Maybe it hadn't been like that some of the times but, come on.

And Red X searched his own recollections. Girlfriends, affairs, conquests, even the few times on the down low. This was getting desperate. Any port in a storm. It couldn't be true. But he couldn't think of a counter example. There was never . .

He hoped to maybe prove something else and dove back into Kid Flash's memories. He wasn't sure if he could make them work this way, not with a word but a feeling, but he tried. He was searching for recollections that wouldn't come into his head by association without a term, just that sensation. The warmth, that overpowering warmth from inside. A part of him was anxious to find that there wasn't any such feeling that could be recalled or at other times. That would sort of prove something. Of course there wasn't anything wrong with him. It was just-

But memories cascaded forward and a reluctant and angry Red X made himself go through them and feel what Kid Flash had felt, just to confirm it, just to make sure that's what it was.

Kid Flash had vibrated through the door of their room at Titans Tower more than a year back and there he saw Jinx in a heavy sweater, sitting in the window seat with the sun on her, reading a leather bound book. And there was the warmth, like a flower opening its petals, the warmth filled every molecule of him and he said "Where she was always meant to be," to himself and there was pride too but the warmth eclipsed everything and he had to blink quickly to see and then he moved toward her and bent down and kissed her and . .

No! Fine. Okay, so that one sort of fits. How 'bout . .

Another recollection started to fill his thoughts. He was Kid Flash, dressed incognito. And he was leading Jinx, also dressed to look normal, up the driveway to a small farmhouse at the base of the hills east of Jump City. He knocked on the frame of the screen door and the middle aged woman inside started talking about being glad that the extra help was finally there. But he said that wasn't what he was there for and he stepped aside and Jinx looked at her mother through the screen door and for a moment both gawked and then the door flung open and they were in each other's arms, reunited and he could see how happy Jinx was and the warmth, the warmth was overpowering. It crowded out any other thought, any action except to feel it. And the happier Jinx looked, the more she seemed to heal, from a fractured, nightmarish childhood, the more she seemed to heal right there, the stronger the warmth got. And-

Fuck!!

Now, Kid Flash stirred slightly. Red X reproached himself for shouting, in his mind like that. He'd almost awakened Kid Flash from his sleep and he still needed to check.

He thought of the that feeling of warmth again and called up another memory. He was in bed naked spooning with a naked Jinx. And somehow he could feel that there was no way that they were going to do it this particular night. That was good, he thought. Those other times it was probably just the preamble to a massive session of fucking. But this time, he could just feel that he, Kid Flash, wasn't going to get any. And it was because of her. She was thinking of something very depressing, very damaging in her past.

He just touched his lips to the back of her neck, not even a kiss just a reminder of affection without trying to push it on her.

"If it helps you to talk about it . . ," he whispered. The warmth was there.

She started, hesitant at first but then hitting her storytelling stride, a couple notes of bitter sarcasm thrown in, as she spoke softly of an incident from when she was just a little girl. She told of how her mother and father had sheltered her, how they usually didn't take her into stores. But this one time they did and a whole crowd of people reacted with revulsion and calls to Jesus and scorn at a little 5 year old girl who was so happy in her little make believe world of flowers and fairy tales and was suddenly confronted with how ugly people could be without any cause. Then the warmth did an odd thing that time. It practically blazed in his chest and this time, the warmth made him want to kill. Or maybe the warmth had just worked a transfer of some sort because as he felt like he was flexing every muscle in his speedster body in agony at her hurt, it was becoming his. And, she finished her story and then sighed and he somehow knew, that it was gone from her, that the memory didn't mean anything to her any more. His warmth had burned it from her and when she said, "But now it doesn't matter", hers did the same for him. The anger dissipated from his thoughts like smoke in the wind and the warmth blazed out from him to her and he only thought of her, not of anyone to hurt. They lay like that, just enjoying laying there all night long. Before they finally fell asleep he whispered "I love you." And she whispered it back.

Fuuuccckkk!!! Red X shouted in his mind.

Kid Flash groaned and started to wake but Red X didn't care.

Fuuuccckkk!!! He let loose again because he realized it was true. And to someone who never lost and was always the best looking, coolest one in the crowd, who had always worn the right clothes and owned the right things and done the thing everyone else envied and would later try to copy, it almost seemed impossible. But this needy nerd of a superhero knew true love and he didn't.