Ok kids, here we have ch 2!

Until people kinda adapt to what I'm doing (giving Wally a somewhat realistic life, all things considering) I'm going to post these ' Do not whine at the author' warnings at the beginning of every damned chapter _

Dick will come back people. I swear he will but until then, Wally is not asexual. Dick made sure of that, as we all know so no ' OMG HOW COULD HE DO THAAAATTT!' _ there is rhyme and reason for everything I do in my silly little story and I brought sex back cause I has to so patience, for those that wish to have it, is a virtue :D

I again, thank everyone for all the wicked awesome reviews and for now I am so done with angst, I hate it D: I don't like being sad soooo for a good while, HAPPY TIME. *_* *giggles*

Right now, there are a lot of missing details, don't worry, I didn't forget anything since a pretty major event happens here, he's going to have flash backs to cover details and in due time, everything will fit into place. You are going to be seein COMIC cannon things since YJ hasn't really progressed far enough (it hadn't when I began writing so too late) for me to have much of a guide line. I mostly chose the cartoon for the bro-ship between Dick and Wally and the useability of the other members :3

ALSO! Anon reviewers, Y U NO LOG IN? D:! I love replying to my reviews but unless the person leaves me somewhere to reply to, I can't answer their questioonnssss...

Anyway, that's all I gotta say for now! Thanks ~

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"Wally, come on! Seriously! He was perfectly cute!"

I sighed and turned away leaving Artemis to talk to herself. She was right. The guy wasn't bad looking but… He also wasn't Dick. He could fall from the sky, glowing yellow with choir music radiating from the background and it still wouldn't matter. Still not Dick. She'd been trying for months to get me to date, nearly shoving people at me with every turn I made. It was starting to get annoying so before I told her something I'd regret, I chose to walk away.

"Wally, it's been three years! You have to move on!" She screamed behind me.

I stopped briskly and pivoted around to face her. Now I was pissed.

"Yeah but have you by any chance stopped to notice what the last three years have been like for me?" I screamed right back.

She was silent and lowered her head.

I honestly couldn't begin to imagine how I was still alive and not catatonic. In the last three years, I'd lost three of the people I loved more than words can put together. I'd lost Dick, Grandma and Uncle Barry. God, I was so… desperate. I wish I'd had more feelings to spare for my dead uncle, I really do but it happened so soon after Dick and Grandma…

Not long after Uncle Barry told me grandma died, I began having a nervous breakdowns again. It hurt but something about the gaping wound Dick left numbed the pain down to the point where I didn't have any raw emotion left to give for her, just the traces of what I could draw from our memories together. When Uncle Barry died, I couldn't do more than shed a single tear in realization that he was gone. Apparently, he entered the speedforce… his body couldn't handle it and he degenerated. There was nothing left to even bury.

The hurt was more than my mind was capable of wrapping around. I didn't know how to react, which emotion to feel first do I did nothing. I didn't react, I didn't feel. I simply nodded and stood by his empty casket, holding the handle on the side as the rest of the league paid tribute to his life as opposed to his death. They believed it would be what he wanted. Screw that. What he wanted was to be alive, I'm sure of it.

The funeral ended soon enough and since then I still couldn't bring myself to cry. Aunt Iris and I stayed close during the first few months following his death. All I could do was hold her as she cried, wishing I had tears left to share with her. I'd forgotten how to cry, I was quite literally at my all time low. I had no idea what to do with myself but right now, dating wasn't it. How the hell am I going to bring in another person into this? Why would I do that to myself?

I slammed my hand on the wall by the door that led to the hall and hardened my expression.

"Exactly. Now shut up and get the hell out of here!" I snapped rather loudly.

"Whoa, whats goin' on?" Kon asked stepping out from the hall.

His hair was completely disheveled and the fact that he had Tim's boxers on backwards told me I'd woken him up from his post-sex nap.

"Nothing." I replied curtly trying to push past him to my own room.

I felt his arm around my waist, preventing me from going any further and sighed. He swung me around to face him and gave me a stern look before lifting his eyes to Artemis.

"What happened?"

She huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance before responding: "Wally won't get over himself! He hasn't been with anyone in three years. A nice guy was clearly hitting on him, asked for his number and everything and he told the guy to go screw himself. With those exact words."

Kon's grip on the side of my waist tightened and I looked up at him with a frown.

"Wally, oddly enough, she's right. You need to move on. It was cute the first year, kinda awkward the second but now it's just plain pitiful. You need to let go of something that's not coming back. You're hurting yourself and us too. We're your friends and we care but..."

"But...? But what Kon! Y'know something, you both can go screw yourselves right along with that guy. I'm never going to forget Dick like you all apparently have. You all act as though he never existed. I refuse to let him disappear completely and if I'm such a damned burden, I'll do what I should have done three years ago." I growled out bitterly.

I detached myself from Kon's arm and ran out of the door to the nearest bus station. I could very well run anywhere in the world but I didn't know where I'd go so I did the next best thing. I took the next bus to wherever. Turns out, wherever is the end line that stops in Key Stone. I'm not trying to imply that life hates me but… It's kinda pointing in that direction. If I was going to live here, I didn't want contact with anyone from my old life. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dropped it on the lap of the first homeless man I saw and began walking. Where I was going, I had no idea but I was going.

I walked aimlessly down the busy street and wondered what the hell I was going to do. I'd literally taken a trip in the middle of the night to the middle of nowhere, with nowhere to go and no one I know, Aunt Iris moved to live with Jay and his wife since being here was just too painful. I'd have left too if I had any pain left to feel, and since I was bending over to let life stick it to me in the ass, I might as well. For now, I just wanted to be away from all the sad looks people were giving me. I felt bad enough for myself; I didn't want guests for my pity party.

I continued walking when a squeak nearby caused me to stop. I figured I was in a big city now and rats were to be expected so I at least wanted to see if it was close by so I wouldn't step on it and get myself bitten.

Tossed by an alleyway trashcan was possibly the smallest little rat I'd ever seen in my life. It didn't look like any rat I'd seen before, the tail wasn't pink and thick. Actually, it was really thin and cute. The little guy himself was kind of cute. I leaned down to get a closer look and noticed a roach coming for it. I shooed the thing away and scooped up the little guy into my hand. Its little paw seemed to be broken and he looked so defeated. I kinda knew how he felt. No one really wanted us around and if we died, it would pretty much have the same effect on the world; no one would care. I held him (something told me it was a boy, don't ask) against my chest and walked around looking for a vet, preferably an open one given that it was almost midnight.

After wandering about for another hour, I came by what the sign claimed was free public vet service (pretty much volunteer work I figured). I walked in and the raven haired girl sitting behind the counter turned her bored eyes up to me. I set the little guy down on the counter and looked back at her expectantly. She scrunched her face in disgust and snapped her gum in her mouth.

"This is a public vet, not a sewer. We take care of animals not garbage so get that filthy thing off my counter top." She hissed pulling a magazine open and acting as if I wasn't still standing there.

"Last I checked, rats were animals, though by the way you're acting, you should know, they say one animal recognizes another." I snapped back.

"Look buddy, no one here gets paid to play with sewer rats. No one here gets paid at all so get lost." She chided, flipping the page, not even bothering to look at me.

"If it's about the money, I'll pay just let me talk to a fucking vet."

Just as she was about to open her mouth, a guy with long, orangey-blonde hair stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Is there a problem Sabrina?" He asked calmly.

"Well duh! He put a filthy street rat on my counter top and thinks you all have the time of day to tend to it." She replied haughtily.

"Very well. Sabrina, please see yourself out of my reception and don't come back. Ever." He shot out icily taking the mouse into his hand.

Her jaw dropped and her features twisted into something even uglier than they'd originally been and she stormed out leaving just the three of us (yes, I count the mouse).

The guy tucked a long, silky strand of hair behind his ear and turned his bright blue eyes up to me.

"Thank you." He whispered cooing the rat in his hand.

The rat seemed to be much more at ease and it looked a lot more peaceful than it had since I picked it up. It's like grandma always said, even if we can't see people for who they really are, animals can so if an animal takes a true shining to someone, that person must have a good heart.

"For what?"

He gave me a warm smile and shook his head. "Not everyone picks dying rats up from alleyway trashcans." He replied turning to go into the door which he'd come from.

"Oh, I felt bad. He looked sad and – wait- how'd you know where I found him?." I asked giving him a curious look.

"He told me." Was all he said before he turned to take his leave.

He looked over his shoulder and jerked his head forward. "Follow me?" He offered.

I walked around the counter top and followed him back into one of the small offices. He set the little guy on the table and began working on its paw. "Can you fix up the smaller cage over there for him? He's going to need to rest. Fill the water container and food pellets are in the bottom drawer." He informed cautiously turning the mouse in his hands.

"You're really careful with him." I pointed out stupidly.

The guy laughed and nodded. "I have a certain soft spot for the little guys, what can I say?"

I laughed a little and began working on the cage as he'd asked.

"Are you new in town?" He asked

"Yeah, very new. Also very lost."

He chuckled and set the mouse on one of the folded up cotton pads in the corner of the cage.

"Where do you live? I can drive you." He said turning his eyes back to me.

"I don't live anywhere, I'm homeless." I replied with a weak smile.

"You don't look homeless." He replied giving me a doubtful look.

"I wasn't. I kind of ran away from mine."

"Forgive me for being so forward with my opinion but, you look a bit old to be running from your parents." He said sitting on a stool pouring himself a cup of coffee from a nearby kettle.

I leaned on a wall facing him and sighed. "I wish it was my parents I was running from. I'm running from me and the pity party I had going for myself. I'm kind of a walking sob story." I joked cracking him a smile.

"Ah, that makes two of us then." He replied with a smile of his own.

"May I ask for your tragic soap drama in exchange for my own?" He asked offering me a cup of coffee.

I took it and swirled the dark liquid around the cup. "Sure."

He leaned against the counter behind him and nodded for me to continue.

"Well, I'm really trying to get over it so I'm gonna be brief. I'm in love with my best friend. I've known him since I was ten and when I was eighteen, he got me to realize I was in love with him. My parents found out and kicked me out. We continued together, for two years until one night after we'd just had sex; he gets up, dresses and disappears. He's been gone for a little over three years now. No one has seen him. Not me, not his family, his friends, no one. Already feeling like my heart had taken a permanent vacation from my body, my grandma, the person I love most after my best friend dies and not too long after, my uncle, not to mention idol dies too. I can't cope with this crap. I just push it away and pretend it didn't happen. Thing is, I can't do that when the people around me don't let a single day go by without rubbing it in my face and reminding me."

He nodded at me and sighed. "So you got tired of living surrounded by everything that reminded you of what you two used to be, and ran to the middle of nowhere with no plan?"

I nodded. "Pretty much. Between us, he was the brains. Apparently according to most people I'm pretty naïve."

"According to most people? There's someone alive that says otherwise?" He says with a crooked grin.

"Shut up." I mumbled feeling heat rise in my cheeks.

"So where are you going to spend the night? Where are you even going to live? " He asked pointing out more of the obvious things I'd clearly not thought of.

"I guess I'll get a hotel for tonight… as for where to live, I don't know of any good places, I don't even know where to look."

I sighed in frustration. It's not like I didn't have the money to get a place, grandma sort of took care of that when she dies and left me her will. Apparently, I was a millionaire, grandpa bought oil reserves when they were still out of fashion and well, let's say it kinda got in style. Only thing is: I just really didn't know the first thing about really living on my own.

"Listen, I'll tell you my side of the soap and if you find the idea acceptable, you're more than welcome to come stay with me. I'm sure the little guy would like having you around. I just hope you don't mind that I have a few more." He said setting his empty cup down.

I chugged the now cold coffee and nodded.

"Sounds good to me, like I said, I'm not good at being the brains in any operation."

With a long painful sigh, he began: "Well, our stories have a similar enough beginning. I fell in love with my best friend too…. One night, I was frustrated with a few things and we got into one of our usual fights. He was teasing me unusually harshly about my sexuality and anything else he could think of and I snapped. I got somewhat in his face and the argument blew out of proportion. Then, somewhere between me yelling and him egging me on, we kissed. The kiss turned into an angry make out session on the wall and… He freaked out when he noticed what was going on."

"So he was straight and freaked because you were touching him?"

He shook his head no. "He freaked out because he liked it. He didn't want to be gay so he ran off to find solace in his ex girlfriend. He simply left me. He was my best and only friend, and despite our constant bickering, I loved him… I don't think I'll ever be able to love anyone but him. I'm doomed to die alone." He whispered with a dry laugh running his hands through his long hair pulling it out of the pony tail it had been in.

"You're wrong… He's going to come back."

He looked up at me questioningly and waited for me to continue my thought.

"See, when I first made out with Dick, I kind of freaked out too. I got to school the next morning and some gay kid had gone and killed himself because of the pressure and I panicked thinking that if I turned gay, I'd start acting gay and everyone would beat me up too. It's just the way a lot of people think. I was about ready to run like hell from Dick until I realized that the only thing worse than being gay with him was being straight without him. I knew I could never live without him so I got over myself and gave it a chance and just like you, I'll never love anyone other than him. He's just…. Everything for me, I can't replace him in my life, I won't."

"I see but… I'm not quite sure how this relates to James." He said biting his bottom lip.

"Simple, he just hasn't found his dead gay kid yet. Something to make him realize how much you mean to him and how without you, he's incomplete. Literally, it's almost as if half of us is missing. I've been told idiots tend to be very similar and since he ran out on you, I'm going to take a shot in the dark here and guess that he's some what immature and not the quickest thinker in complicated situations, like me."

He nodded and sighed. "Quite right."

"Exactly, just, believe me on this one dude, you'll see, this James guy will come around."

"I hope so." He whispered.

"So, can I still come stay with you?" I asked bluntly.

He gave me a warm smile and nodded.

"Get the cage and follow me, my car is outback, just let me close down." He said running around the hall turning the lights in the place off locking a few doors.

"Hey, what's your name? I'm going to crash at your place and I realized I still don't know your name."

"Hartley." He replied stepping back into the room.

I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"Uhm. I think you're going to change your mind on the sleep over offer." I mumbled embarrassedly.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"Hartley. Not too common a name, and given your fondness for my little guy here… Pied Piper?" I asked cringing at the sour look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner… I'm reformed, if that helps at all." He said weakly.

"No, I don't have a problem with that… or with you. But I think you'll have a problem with me. I'm Wally…Wally West."

"Your uncle that died is… The Flash?" He squeaked.

"Sorry… Yeah. I know you weren't his biggest fan …"

"It doesn't bother you that I'm me?" He pressed giving me a doubtful look.

"No. You said it yourself, you're reformed and you seem like a nice enough guy…"

"Then my offer still stands. If you want to stay with me, you're more than welcome to. Doesn't hurt that you're rather cute for a speedster." He joked giving me an amused grin.

"Hey as far as villains go, you're not too bad either." I replied with a wink following him out to his car.

I wasn't lying. For a villain, the guy was really not bad to look at.

The drive was pretty silent (which wasn't a bad thing). It wasn't an awkward silence, just a calming one.

"Have you thought of a name for him yet?" Hartley asked gesturing to the rat as we climbed a few flights of stairs to his apartment.

"Uh yeah, Aster."

"Aster?" He asked somewhat intrigued.

"Yea the opposite of disaster. It's a Rob-ism."

"A what-ism?" He mumbled pushing the door open with some effort.

"Rob-ism. Words that Robin uses that need an explanation to be understood."

"I'm going to guess Robin was your lover?" He asked closing the door behind me.

"Yeah…" I sighed setting Aster down on the main coffee table in front of the couch.

I looked down at my clothes and sighed. I wish I had thought this out a bit better and actually packed something.

"Uh, Hart, can I shower and maybe borrow some of your clothes? I really suck at this thinking ahead stuff."

"Hart? Don't you think that's kind of a tacky nickname?" he said with a frown handing me a towel.

"I'm not calling you Hartley all the time; I'm too lazy for that."

He rolled his eyes and pointed me to the bathroom.

"Cool thanks." I set the towel on the couch arm and peeled my shirt off.

"Hey, you got a place for dirty clothes?"

He turned back to me and I'm pretty sure he did a double take as his eyes drifted across my body. I squirmed uncomfortably under the intense gaze and blushed.

"Hart?"

"Oh right sorry, give it here." He said holding out his hand.

I placed my shirt in it and his fingers brushed against mine, probably a little longer than they needed to. I was dense but I knew when I was being checked out and this was so it. I didn't exactly mind though, I wasn't lying when I said I thought he was cute. A bit older than I'm used to but hey, still hot.

He moved a little closer to me and my eyes fluttered shut as our chests came into contact. I lowered my face to his and our lips brushed teasingly a few times before they moved against each other fully, encasing my bottom lip between his. I whimpered into the kiss and moved the hand that wasn't holding part of the shirt around his waist, pressing our bodies into one another. His tongue found its way into my mouth and I hungrily sucked on it sending a shiver across his body. I pulled away and sighed letting my lips rest against his neck.

"Hart… I can't." I whispered.

"Can't what?" He asked pulling his hand away from mine.

"Love you, date you… do this. I don't wanna start this and be an ass hole that ends up hurting you or have you wind up dead with my luck."

"I don't expect you to love me and I hope you know the same is true for you, I can't love you either. I'm a reformed villain, if I was going to die, I would have done it already. Both of us have our heats eternally somewhere else; we can't give them to each other but our bodies…." He whispered trailing his fingers up my abs.

"They're here and very available, and I want yours on mine." He added tracing my bottom lip with his thumb.

I groaned and dropped the shirt fisting my hands in the back of his soft hair crushing his mouth to mine. We tumbled back onto the couch and his hands roamed across my body. I grabbed one of his thighs and threw it over my hip grinding into him wantonly over and over. I felt like a teenaged kid all over again but it had been so long since I'd been with a anyone that I was desperate for physical contact. His touches seemed just as frantic and desperate as mine so I knew I wasn't alone in this.

My tongue drew a sloppy wet trail down his neck and I began sucking on his collar bone. His hands wrapped around my back, nails pressing against my shoulder blade as he ground into my thigh.

"Mmm, Wally, get off for a moment please." He mumbled tugging gently on my hair.

I moved off of him and sat panting. I watched as he stood pushing me against the couch and sat on me straddling my hips. I moved my hands to his thighs and squeezed them firmly before my hands found their way under his shirt feeling along his stomach and chest.

"Off." I growled tugging on the offensive fabric.

He pulled it over his head and dropped it sliding off of me onto the floor resting his knees between my legs. He pressed his hand roughly against my cock and his lips followed the path up dragging across the length over the fabric of my pants. Even with that in the way, I could practically feel his breath on me. I bucked my hips up and cupped his cheek in my hand drawing the contour of his full lips with the pad of my thumb. He pulled my thumb into his mouth and began sucking on it while working his hands between my legs making me completely hard.

"Shit, Hart hurry up, I want you." I mumbled pulling his lips forward with my thumb against my cock again.

He placed a few kisses along it before undoing my pants and tugging them down. I lifted my hips so he could get them off and felt them pool swiftly around my ankles. He angrily pulled my boxers down to join the pants at my feet and licked his lips as he stared at the precum dripping down the side of my shaft.

"Oh god..." he whimpered taking me in his hand. "You're gorgeous."

I ran my fingers through his hair marveling that a guy could have hair this soft and caressed his cheek bone with the back of my fingers. He leaned into the touch and sighed gently stroking me skillfully in his soft hands. I pushed his hair away from his face tucking it behind his ear and guided his lips to my tip pushing it up against him. His mouth opened and I felt myself slide past his teeth and against his hot tongue. I let out a contented breath and closed my eyes as his head began bobbing between my legs.

I wrapped his hair around my hand and continued guiding him along at the speed I wanted hissing when he'd twist his head every now and then. He started sucking harder, a loud slurping noise filling the room every time his lips met the base of my length. The noises became louder and more frequent and his hand slipped under my balls cupping them gently but firmly. I moaned loudly and thrust my hips hard into his mouth. He dug his nails into my thighs and pulled off noisily licking the saliva around his lips and chin.

I pulled his chin between my fingers and took his swollen bottom lip into my mouth gently sucking on it. "Amazing." I mumbled as he slid his mouth back down between my legs. He brushed his tongue against my tip lapping at more of the precum that had formed on it and kissed sensually down until one of my balls was in his mouth. I gasped and threw my head angrily back against the couch.

"Hartly!" I cried out digging my nails into the fabric of the couch.

No matter how many times I'd had sex with Dick, how many times he'd gone down on me, he'd never done this. If I ever got another chance with him, I was going to teach him. No doubt about it.

He chuckled and swirled his tongue around it before swapping it for the other. I pulled him back onto his feet and frantically tore away at his pants. They fell at his feet and I soon had his boxers gone with them. He stepped out of the garments and walked forward cradling my face in his hands at eye level with his cock. I stuck my tongue out and he brushed his tip against it hissing.

I gripped his ass cheeks harshly in my hands and brought his hips forward swallowing him down sending a big 'screw you' to the pretenses. I wanted him so badly it hurt. His fingers wove into my hair and his hips slowly rolled forward pushing against my tongue. I swirled it around him lapping up every little bit of skin I could find. He moaned and his hips jerked rather hard into my mouth sending him into the back of my throat. I was almost sure I would be a gagger but hey, guess what? My mass eating killed my gag reflex. Sweet.

I pulled him forward by his ass again burying my nose into the few soft curls at the base of his cock bedding him in the back of my throat. I swallowed for good measure and slowly pulled back off hollowing my cheeks out repeating a few more times at a painfully slow speed. His legs shook and he leaned against me for support.

"For the love of- Wally fuck me!" He cried out gripping my shoulders.

I smirked and kissed around his hips turning him around.

"Bend over." I mumbled holding onto him.

He complied and bent over exposing his tight pink hole. God I was so horny right now. I pulled his hips back and dipped my tongue between his cheeks prodding the hole with my tongue.

"Oh my…. Keep doing that…" He purred arching his ass even higher in the air.

"My pleasure." I mumbled against him thrusting my tongue in as far as it would go.

He hissed and pushed himself back onto my tongue which had now begun to vibrate inside him. His legs wobbled again and I held him firmly up swirling my tongue inside him until I found his spot and added my fingers in with it, scissoring him open. He whispered my name out and continued pushing back against my tongue moving it in and out of him in a steady rhythm. When his thrusts became erratic, I pulled my tongue out and pulled him back in my lap. I kissed along the back of his neck and spread his legs out throwing each one over my thighs as I slicked myself with the saliva still on my fingers from opening him up. I lifted his hip up and held myself steady as he lowered himself on me causing us to moan in unison.

"Hart, does it hurt? I didn't –" He pushed down hard on me rolling his hips and sighed in pleasure.

"I liked your big mouth better when it was full." He whispered

I shrugged it off and held onto his hips thrusting up into him repeatedly. He turned his upper body around and curled his arm around my neck messily sliding our lips and tongues against each other. The sound of his ass slapping against my hips was delicious as it filled the room between his low whimpers and a grunt I'd let out every now and then. This was exactly what I needed, sex. I guess I'd gotten so use to it working for Dick that it ended up working for me too. It felt like this was the first thing I'd done for myself since he'd left. This wasn't pity or trying to replace him. This was just good sex which I'm more than sure he wasn't denying himself either.

I didn't have time or the feelings necessary for a relationship but this…

Hartly stopped bouncing and pulled off of me pushing me down on the couch so that I was resting on my side. He lay down in front of me in a spooning position and held me in his hand guiding me back inside him.

This was different, totally tighter, that's for sure. I slid my hand under his thigh and lifted it back over my hip and began thrusting into him again. A shudder ran through his body and one of his hands went to play with his nipple while the other wrapped around his cock pumping it furiously. I moaned in his ear and squeezed his thigh feeling my body slowly begin to vibrate.

"ALL of you vibrates?" He hissed barely above a whisper.

"Mmm, yeah, all of me. Does it feel good?" I asked biting and sucking on his ear lobe.

"Oh yes, so good!" He cried out as he came, his body tensing up against me.

I felt his walls clamp down on me and thrust harder feeling the vibrations increase.

"I'm going to cum again, oh god, Wally!" He screamed my name out and I felt him squeeze me again taking me with him this time. I dug my nails into his thigh and thrust hard into him repeatedly, cum streaming down both of our thighs as my orgasm slowly ebbed away.

We lay there in a sticky, sweaty, breathless mess coming down from our highs. I pulled out of him and turned him in my arms kissing all over his face and neck murmuring expressions of gratitude. His tongue snuck into my mouth and we lay there for another good while just making out. I forgot how much I liked doing this and Heart was a damned good kisser. His tongue wove sinfully skilled around mine and I wanted to enjoy this for as long as my food craved body would let me.

I ran my hands along the toned muscle of his back grazing the curve of his ass every now and then which made him shiver against me. It was different (and awesome) being with an experienced guy, not having to do all the work for once, trying new things, all of it was new to me. He nibbled at the hollow of my neck and I felt myself re-harden against his stomach. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch and pressed my re-hardened cock between Hart's thighs, sighing in relief that it was no longer being smothered between our bodies.

"Wally, again?" He asked incredulously.

"Uhm, sorry? Dick kinda trained my body to suit his needs, his needs usually being at least three orgasms before he was content."

"And how often did you two have sex?" He asked leaning up on his elbow.

"Maybe twice a day?" I offered sheepishly.

His eyes widened at me and he seemed baffled.

"Are you sure he's human? Six orgasms a day?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows in what to me looked like annoyance.

"Usually, yeah. Dick was kind of well… slutty. He'd beg for it until I gave in, by any means necessary. Not like I minded, having someone that can kiss their calves makes sex a far cry from repetitive." I said with a proud smirk

I didn't like referring to him as a slut but in all honesty, we both knew he was. He'd admitted to it on many occasions. His body was pretty much built for sex and he liked to show that off, much to my dismay. He was unwaveringly faithful to me though, much to the dismay of just about everyone else. We were pretty in love, I'm still pretty in love but that's beside the point.

"I hope for your sake that you don't expect the same of me. I am quite tame in my sexual needs for one." Piper informed frowning at me.

"Look, I'm not replacing Dick with you, I refuse to do that. You're you, he's him. This-" I said motioning to my hard on. "Is a trained reaction. I'm not expecting you to do anything about it. If I wanted a sex toy, I'd buy one." I shot back defensively.

"My apologies if that came across as offensive." He said kissing my jaw.

"Mmm, yeah sure. I know you only want me for my body." I teased pulling his lips to mine.

"Probably." He replied kissing back.

"Good."

We got off the couch and I finally got my shower, practically melting under the hot water cascading down my back. I finished and shut the water off shaking my hair out. Once I'd finished, I slipped the sweat pants I'd been given on and shook my hips with a stupid smile at the fact that I was going commando. How I'd forgotten how fun it was to do that. I walked into the living room where Hart was sitting with some contraption on his lap frowning deeply at it as he poked and prodded it with a screw driver.

"What's that?" I asked throwing the towel on my head and rubbing my hair furiously.

"Nothing dangerous." He replied not taking his eyes off of it.

"Can I touch it?" I asked stepping closer still rubbing the towel against the back of my head.

He looked up at me (well, my chest, his eyes never made it any higher) and his face flushed a bit before he shook his head and waved me away with his hand.

"No Wally, please let me concentrate."

I frowned and sat behind him on the couch watching him silently.

He fiddled with it for a while longer before he let out a long, frustrated sigh and turned to me.

"Are you really going to sit there half naked staring at me?" He asked giving me a tired look.

"Uhm, I didn't think of it in those words but yeah, sounds pretty close to what I had in mind."

He rubbed his face with his hands and grumbled something before putting the thing down and walking into the kitchen.

"Frozen macaroni with cheese and broccoli or frozen pasta with tomato sauce?" He asked holding a set of boxes in his hand.

"Do you have something without the frozen pre-fix and preferably with some form of meat?"

He shook his head no.

"You can't cook, can you?" I asked flatly.

"No. James used to take care of that." He replied, pain flashing across his face.

Oh boy. Leave it to me to strike a nerve.

"And besides, I'm a vegetarian. Don't you dare bring dead animals into my house." He continued trying to get the subject on and away from the James guy.

"Any supermarkets nearby that might still be open?" I asked getting up.

"There's a twenty-four hour mini mart across the street. What are you intending to do? Cook?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"Obviously."

I kicked on my sneakers, grabbed my wallet out of the pants I'd left on the bathroom floor (now placing them on the toilet lid) and walked back into the living room, heading for the door.

"Are you seriously going out like that?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"What have I done?" He asked looking up at the ceiling.

"What!" I cried out in confusion.

"Put a shirt on!" He cried back.

"What does it matter? I'm just going across the street, not like I have boobs dude."

"No Wally, you don't have boobs but you have a nice body, as you've pointed out yourself. You're going to draw too much attention."

I smiled and gave him an evil look stalking over to where he stood in the kitchen.

"Wally, no, stop! Whatever you're thinking, stop it."

I pinned him against the sink and thrust my tongue into his mouth, taking his hand in mine and running it up my stomach. He moaned into the kiss and pulled back looking flustered.

"I said not to." He said sinking down between me and the sink sucking and biting along my abs and naval, palming me though my pants.

I groaned and thrust my cock into his hand eagerly. He continued making out with my stomach as his hand slipped into my pants circling the slit on my head with his thumb.

"Oh fuck Hart!"

He chuckled against my skin which tickled a bit and looked up at me through hooded eyes.

"I'll continue on two conditions."

"Name it." I replied a little too quickly.

"You put a shirt on and you stop calling me Hart all the time."

"I'm not calling you Hartley. When it comes to you, the only mouth full I like is cock. Your name, not so much." I replied with a frown.

He licked his lips and shut his eyes. "Would you stop being so vulgar?"

"That's three conditions." I protested.

"That's not a condition you oaf, it's a request so that I won't throw myself at you here and now." He shot back. "And for the record, call me Piper, I'm much more fond of it.

"In that case, I'll make sure I'm exceptionally vulgar. Now Piper?"

"Yeah Wally, what is it?"

"Suck me."

He visually shuddered and pulled me out of my pants taking me in his mouth. My fingers found their way into his hair and I began rocking my hips shivering in pleasure as his tongue danced around me.

"So good Piper, suck it deeper."

He gripped my hips and pulled me forward pressing his nose against my skin. He swallowed me completely down his throat, tracing the underside with his tongue. I felt my brain melt as the muscles in his throat contracted around my tip. I pulled him away from the sink and swapped our positions so that I was leaning against the counter. He pulled me back into his mouth and began bobbing his head back and forth running his nails up and down my thighs and ass cheeks. His head twisted and turned as it went back and forth taking one of his hands to follow his movements. He was so hot it wasn't even funny. I have no idea what ever made me think I could have been straight. I'm even more dense than I'd ever thought possible.

He pulled his lips up suckling on the head and used his hands to stroke me faster repeating the motions of twisting and turning as he'd previously been doing with sharp flicks of his wrist. I held onto his hair tightly causing him to moan on me sending vibrations down my cock. Between the vibration and his hand, I lost it spilling into his mouth as pleasure shot out across my body.

His lips slipped off of me and he licked them clean pulling my pants back into place. I pulled him to my chest for a kiss and gave his ass a firm squeeze.

"I'm so glad you adopted me." I joked peppering his lips with kisses.

"I can't say I'm as thrilled about it but I must admit, you make the most delicious noises which makes this very rewarding."

"Let me get a shirt and get some food before I die of starvation." I said playfully pushing him away.

He rolled his eyes and went back to the living room to toy around with the machine again. He really shouldn't have let me see it, he should know speedsters are curious by nature.