This prompt is actually from the NSFW challenge, because what is completing challenges? Also where I discover I like torturing Dick far far too much.

Wally rested for a couple of minutes before he got up and started carefully removing his clothes. Slowly for once, after all he did have an audience this time round. He kept his back to the camera hoping he was giving it teasing flashes of his front. Once stripped bare he sprawled on top of the covers, hoping he was angled well enough to be in the middle of the image.

One hand stretched over to open the bedside locker for his slick, while the other started playing with a nipple, pinching and flicking. Slick firmly in hand he spread a little on the hand playing with his nipple before sliding it down to grasp his hard on, lube leaving a small, shiny trail down his abs.

Setting a slow pace, it was easy to imagine Bruce sitting in a chair watching him writhe on the bed, because Bruce would be silent. Thoughts of that gaze focused completely on him only made him harder and he increased his pumping with a groan. Bruce would be licking his lips as the soft schlick-schlick sounds reached his ears. Wally's hips thrust up and he imagined the creak of the bed was actually from the chair as Bruce leaned forward for a closer look.

Spreading his legs wider, Wally got his other hand slicked up and reached down to caress between his cleft. He slowed the hand on his cock again as he circled his hole and slipped the tip in. Moans freely escaping his lips he pushed it all the way in and started matching his thrust with the rhythm on his erection.

It didn't take too long before he had two fingers in him and he was managing to rub his prostrate on each push in. His hips were pistoning up into his own firm grip, and pushing back down to impale himself further on his fingers. Once that happened it was a matter of minutes until he curled his toes as his orgasm swept over him.

Left panting he let himself rest there enjoying the glow and hoping Bruce approved of it. Once the come on his chest got too uncomfortable he sped into the bathroom, cleaned himself off and got back to bed this time to actually sleep.

Bruce didn't mention anything about his new private show, but the next time they saw each other Bruce did give him a very thorough and passionate kiss; which Wally took to mean he approved.

Over the next couple of weeks he played up to the camera every time he thought Bruce was starting to overwork himself (and Bruce would inevitably show up the next night), but was conscious of it the other times he just missed his lover. Eventually he forgot about the camera there, not even thinking to turn it off. The odd time he thought of it, he just smiled thinking Bruce got to have some decent material for his own sessions.

He hadn't expected Bruce to return the favour by giving him a dvd of Bruce's own sessions, most in the cave. However he didn't discover this until months later on a movie night with Dick. They had decided on RED to watch and Wally put it into the player before zipping off to make popcorn in the kitchen.

At Dick's cry as he started violently coughing, he sped back to the room to see what was wrong. Dick's beer was spilling on the hardwood floor while Dick was scrambling to grab the remote from its spot across the room. The image of Bruce sitting at the console, tights pulled down as he slowly pumped his cock, eyes focused on a monitor just beside the camera filled his widescreen TV.

He had the TV unplugged before Dick could reach the remote. They stood there trying very carefully not to meet each other's eyes, tomato red blush covering every inch of Wally.

"Dude, I thought you said we were going to watch RED, not some weird sex tape of my father." Dick said breaking the uncomfortable silence. He walked back to the couch before collapsing on it. "I think I'm going to need a lobotomy to get that image out of my head."

Wally marched over to the DVD player and yanked the disc out. To all appearances it was the disc for RED, proper picture covering one side and all. "Dude, I didn't even know that existed, so how was I meant to know that was on it? Especially when the DVD looks like this." He walked over to Dick and handed it over for him to inspect.

Dick took the disc and scanned it carefully. "It does look the same, but the rating has moved up to R. That's the only difference. Why would Bruce put that there like that?"

"I don't know, he's your dad. What theories -" Wally paused as a memory nudged him. "Oh. I think he might have because RED's kind of the movie we were watching when we got together."

"Okay, that does make sense in Bruce world, and congrats by the way for managing to ensure I will never be able to watch that movie again." Dick said carefully placing the disc away from himself. "That still leaves the question of why he put the ... home movie, here without telling you."

Wally stared at the disc sitting innocently on the table and just spoke without thinking. "Maybe it was meant to balance out the camera in my room. And since I basically stole the camera from his stash and put it in there without telling him, this is his way of getting me back?"

"You have a camera in your room that's Bruce can watch?" Dick yelped and buried his face in his hands. "And I did not need to know you put it in there. Actually I could have done without knowing it was there in the first place."

"Well yes of course there's a camera in there. If I didn't put it in, Bruce would have eventually. It's not like there's one in my shower." Wally pointed out, laughing at his friend's obvious discomfort. "What Babs doesn't have you under careful surveillance?"

Dick squirmed a bit more before slumping down. He opened up another bottle of beer and gulped it down. "Yes she does. And I know if Tim didn't use it occasionally there would be one in my shower. It's just," Dick paused and waved his hand around, "That's my dad and thoughts of parents and sex should never collide."

"Well, I'd agree but I somehow ended up walking in on Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris more than I ever should have. It may have ruined the ability to be uncomfortable about the knowledge that parents have sex."

"Well much more of that and I'll either join you or a monastery. And I'll leave you to explain it to Babs."