Pairings:
DickxWallyxRoy

Summary:
Roy's all wound up over this stupid case. Can Dick and Wally make him feel better? Mostly from Roy's POV.

Rating:
M for sex.

AN:
Just my fantasy ship of DickxWallyxRoy, or RobxKFxRed. (My fantasy ship has Dick's undies for a flag, alright? Let's just take a moment to note that.)

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"I don't give a damn what Batman says, Dick – you're not driving."

Dick gave a small smirk that turned into a big one as Roy addressed Wally.

"And you, asswipe, won't be either. Your driving sucks."

"Oi!" He lunged forward, eye-to-eye thanks to a recent growth spurt. "All the cars just have super-slow reactions."

"Yet I manage. Hm."

"You were so much more fun before you quit women and-"

Dick didn't have to remove his glasses to shoot the other a look, and it stung his boyfriend right between the eyes like a less-than-subtle bullet. Roy's grip tightened on the wheel.

"He may be going about it the wrong way, but Wally has a point," Dick said.

Oh, great. The Boy Wonder's on my case now?

"Just putting my two cents in," he went on, "but when was the last time you got laid?"

The bolts in Roy's jaw tightened. "Like Mr. Quickie here said, I've given up on the ladies until I find this murderer."

"That's just the ladies, Roy."

"What are you- Oh, for the love of. Did you just hack into my autodrive?"

It was a grin that was all perfect teeth and cockiness. "Sure did. Hey, look at that – we're going into the woods."

Roy didn't like where this was heading – not necessarily the car, just the way that the kids were shooting each other unreadable but sly glances. The car held the stench of a brewing idea (plus their gym clothes, which were in the trunk). By the time the engine was killed, the oldest was doing all he could to not spin around and ask what the hell they were up to. God, it annoyed him to no extent when those two got like this – little children with secret languages that (thanks to Dick being, you know, son of the Bat) were almost unbreakable.

"So why am I here?" he asked. The doors' locks all clicked.

Leaning forward with pure mischief seeping from every pore, Dick eyed him though his lenses. "We just thought you'd want somewhere quiet to relax. Calm yourself." The lithe boy eased himself into the passenger seat with Wally in the middle one at the back, denying himself the urge to grin at the suspicious glare he received.

The twenty-four-year-old didn't know where Dick was reaching to, at first – a comforting pat on the knee didn't seem to be his intent. No, his hand slipped further, massaged the form in the front of his pants.

Roy almost hissed at the alien-yet-familiar touch, instead hissing for another reason entirely. "What the hell, D-" His open mouth was taken advantage of, however, with lips that suckled on his and teeth that nibbled. Roy didn't kiss back—he'd blame it on Dick's imagination—but bit down hard. Drawing away reflexively, the youngest man in the vehicle gave a moan and a playfully-accusing look.

"Dude, calm down," Wally insisted. Roy shrugged the hand off of his shoulder with a low snarl. "He's good at this."

"'snot his fault," Dick replied, cutting into a stunned Roy's next words. "He's just really wound up-" He squeezed at the fully-clothed crotch again. "-aren't you, Roy?"

"Screw both of you – I'm getting out. You're not funny." Oh, shit. Doors were still locked. Highest security possible within his budget. FUCK.

Dick tilted his chin up. "Screw both of us? Sounds good, actually."

"Trust me, just relax. You'll like it." Wally offered his smallest finger and if it wasn't for holy shit Dick's unzipping me Roy probably would have broken it. "I pinky-swear."

Ignoring the first thought that surfaced—When was the last time I trimmed?—Roy growled the second; "I'm not gay, idiots. You want a fuck-buddy? Go bother someone else."

"This doesn't make you gay. If dudes really aren't your thing then close your eyes," advised Wally. "I swear to God, Roy, he's great with blowjobs. The best."

"Oh, sorry – I didn't realise you got around so much-"

But Dick's hand was down his jeans, rubbing and tightening the space around there. It definitely shouldn't have been able to hitch his breathing like it did. With his small, agile fingers, Dick hoisted up the hem of his shirt and blew warm air down his abs. It'd been a while, and that was pretty hot, and Roy was hardening in an embarrassingly short amount of time and Dick nodded to Wally.

"The hell're you two planning?"

The kiss shocked him. Not because it was Wally (that was the second realisation) but because it was... good. His tongue swept the roof of Roy's mouth and that, combined with the fact that his dick was officially out, caused him to groan. Wally grinned in satisfaction against his lips.

A tangy, sweet scent wafted around them. Roy realised quickly it was flavoured lubricant, sucked in air through his teeth as Dick stroked him once, twice, fisted his length. All of his senses were clogged up with this whole scenario – almost every part of him screamed to give in to Dick's touch, Wally's mouth; the rest just wanted Roy to regain his control.

"You gonna keep to your word and suck it, Boy Wonder?" he asked, a little more breathy than he'd intended, as the speedster kissed his neck. All the same, Dick's face went from mildly surprised to glad, and he edged it in, inch by inch. Roy wasn't small but he waited for a minute until gently fisting the black locks and tugging him down, sliding his cock further; "I know you can, Dick. Do it and do it right."

Wally cackled lightly in his ear, which made Roy decide he had to be silenced, too. Just to keep the playing field even. His grip that had been on the red-head's hip—for balance—moved swiftly to between his legs, caressing the boner so obviously straining against his shorts. Roy tongued the dip of his collarbone, because he was a lot of things and selfish wasn't one of them. Wally pushed his hips forward and sighed into Roy's ear. Wally's had a freckle on it.

"Let's get into the back," Dick suggested, tugging his own top up and over, "so that we can get a little more, uh, comfortable."

Once he'd manoeuvred himself between the front seats, Dick kissed Wally and Roy briefly wondered what the lube tasted like. He could see the shine of it on Dick's lips, still smell it in the confined space. The windows were already beginning to fog and he was rock-hard, his sizeable erection pink and stiff, as his friends undressed each other, Dick sucking Wally through his boxers. It shouldn't have turned him on even more yet his body tingled as Wally unbuttoned and helped Roy out of his shirt with the third boy teasing a nipple between his fingers.

Roy let himself moan.

Wally and Dick had another wordless exchange.

"Oh, shut up," Roy snapped, gesturing with his eyes at the bulge in Dick's briefs. The latter grinned sheepishly and kissed him right on the mouth, pulling him in to join them.

There was more licking and sucking for Roy, this time by Wally. It wasn't as good as when Dick did it, but a blowjob was a blowjob and it gave him a little breathing space for Dick to show him something new. Roy didn't ask questions, but followed Wally's example and pushed his slick index finger into Dick, feeling the heat that was so firm around his digit. There wasn't a whole load of room, and Dick was so close, begging for another one. When Roy didn't, Wally did, and Dick cried out in surprise.

"Hey, Roy – feel this."

Honestly, he was so lost in everything that he just did it.

"His prostate," Wally explained with a grin. "Touch that and he goes wild."

Roy gave it a hesitant brush and Dick froze, sucking in a small gasp. Roy wanted to ask how it felt but he couldn't – not with Wally's tongue in his mouth, anyway.

It was about thirty seconds of awkward moving around until Dick was below him—another fifteen and there was a condom on—waiting impatiently as Wally helped Roy ease it in. Roy was alarmed at how quickly he was pushing forward and how much Dick's ass had yet to stretch – he wanted control, sure, but he didn't want to hurt his friend. This was almost clouded over, however, by the feeling of a tight and warm space around his most sensitive bit of anatomy. His cheeks matched the shade of Dick's.

"It's okay." Dick's tone was gentle and reassuring. "Move."

He withdrew and thrust forward, trying not to move too much in an effort to not hit his head on the door. God, Roy was fucking Dick Grayson while his boyfriend watched. It sounded too weird to think about.

So he didn't.

The distraction came with perfect timing – Wally's palm sliding down the base of his spine, fingers circling his hole. Roy halted and shot lasers from his eyes at the twenty-two-year-old.

"The hell d'you think you're doing, West?"

When the fuck did he get so confident? The way he was looking down on Roy... aroused him even more...

"C'mon, man. You're kinda having sex with my guy. Didn't think it was free, did you?" Mouth slightly open in shock, Roy didn't have a hope of retorting. Wally slid the tip of his finger in, licked the shell of Roy's ear. "Just keep doing your thing and I'll do mine."

Roy wasn't sure if he was referring to him and Dick as "things" or if-

Holy fuck.

Roy bucked and his blush darkened.

"Sensitive, much?" laughed Wally. "Did you like that?"

A roll of his eyes made the boy beneath him snort. Roy's fight turned to nothing as Wally rubbed across that damned spot again. Just to shut him up, Roy pushed hard and Dick's snicker faltered, turned into a low moan. Was it just his imagination, or did more fingers actually feel good? Not that he'd ever admit it. Not with those two already looking so fucking smug.

Roy knew he couldn't be the first to come.

"You'd better be wearing a condom," he warned, "coz if you jizz inside me I swear to God I will make sure this is the last fuck you ever have."

He let Dick kiss him, though – let Wally breath, lick, suck on the back of his neck. Shit, it felt good. He thought of maths equations, of the case he was working on. But then Dick changed their angle and let out a small scream. There was no way—no fucking way— that Roy would tell him how much he loved the way the former's nails dug into his back, simply rammed his hips, relished the small semi-circles that were indented in his skin. Wally whispered soothing words. Roy realised he was guiding his thick member in. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would – actually, it felt pretty good considering he was halfway to having a cock up his ass.

Dick was arching, groaning, gripping Roy's arms like he'd fade into nothingness if he let go. Roy grunted and tried to match their rhythms, barking at Wally "Quit it – I'm not a sitting duck. Let me figure this out."

Eventually they found it, Roy managing to keep it together above Dick's sweaty, panting form and below Wally's heated one, stimulated at both the front and back.

He wouldn't come first.

Not if he could help it, anyway.

Roy suddenly had a thought. He'd never tell Wally how much he like the feeling of being entered, but psychology had always been one of his strong points.

So was getting what he wanted.

"Christ, West," he snickered, "are you telling me you can't go any faster?"

Roy saw the reflection in Dick's glasses, saw Wally go from stunned to determined. Dropping his face to Dick's shoulder, he used it as a gag to soften the hoarse whimper of "Wally... Dick..." as he clenched the muscles in his backside. It'd be a little rougher for the next few slides but—if the jerk of Wally's body was anything to go by—there'd been a bit of a victory. Roy knew that if he could get Wally to go then he'd have all the "too fast" jokes he'd ever need. It only took a couple of minutes, their combined sounds and the hisses and murmurs and—Batman forbid—screams of each other's names before the arm around Roy's stomach tightened and there was an exclamation of something-or-rather in his ear.

Then it was just him and Dick. Just him and Dick and the intensity of their pleasure. Dick seemed to know the game – dug his nails into the muscle of Roy's back, tugged his hair and kissed him ferociously.

Roy was still playing, however, and he put his weight on one hand, using the other to stroke at the twenty-year-old's swollen cock. Alternating between the teasing touches and brutal pumps, Roy didn't ignore the way Dick trembled and twitched. He stroked the head twice, the most alive part, and the boy thrashed against him.

It was building and building fast – that unmistakable eruption that flowed down his abdomen and gathered in his groin. The pleasant burning filled his body and his pelvis got a mind of its own as he came in quick spurts inside Dick.

The whole world went light and floaty for a little while after that, the rough breathing being the only sound that made it into Roy's senses.

He couldn't just sit there all night, though – Roy sighed as he pulled out. Wally wordlessly removed the used condom, tucked it into a previously-empty Coca-Cola can at their feet. Smiling softly, Dick yanked the lever and the seats fell back. Roy almost asked why they hadn't done that earlier, but he actually felt too good for an argument, too good to point out that Wally's hair looked like it had exploded. Instead he just leaned back with them, thankful that one of the two had wound down a window. It was a bit stuffy, to say the least.

They all spread out as much as they could, panting—some grinning—and Roy rubbed his face with both hands before tugging on his shirt and trousers. Dick and Wally didn't ask questions. Roy got out.

The wind didn't touch his hair, but if it had it would be cold and damp with sweat. Roy didn't have to take a deep breath to know he smelled like sex and some fake fruit – he did anyway, just to get his thoughts back to normal. Heart thrumming against his ribs, he threaded the leather belt through its buckle, exhaling. It wasn't his first threesome, but it was the best.

That's probably what freaked him out the most.

Judging by the soft noises and the positions—even through the steamed window—the pair was cuddling, telling each other that they loved them and other mushy stuff. A couple of laughs were heard with Roy wondering when he could go back in. He didn't ache anywhere weird.

It was getting chilly, the sun having disappeared hours ago. Roy estimated it was around one or two in the morning. The rustles of clothing ceased, a seeming invitation.

Nobody said anything as they drove back to the apartment Dick and Wally shared. As Dick got out, however, he smirked; "Well, don't tell us you didn't enjoy it. You did win, though."

Roy, what the hell are you doing? But he said it anyway, with his flawless flames of cockiness licking at his tone. "Tell you what – I did have a good time, so if you ever want a rematch..." He restarted the engine. "You know where to find me."