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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Barry_Allen/Wally_West
  Character:
      Barry_Allen, Wally_West
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Anal_Sex, Comfort, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-11 Words: 1991
****** Goodnight ******
by AeeDee
Summary
     Barry puts Wally to bed.
In the darkness of the room he can barely see his face. But that doesn’t
matter. Because he can feel. He can hear. He can sense so many things and he’s
memorized the details of his features. When he sees the shadow beneath the
man’s eyes, he knows what expression he’s sending. The trace of a shine on his
lips and he knows he’s smiling. He recognizes the soft glow of moonlight on his
shoulder and the way it illuminates the tight muscles of his body.
“Hey,” Barry’s voice, quiet and faint as he reaches back and tugs the bedsheet
up. Drapes it over his hips, as he settles on top of his lover. Wally can feel
the coarseness of his legs against his own; he can feel the slow weight of him,
the warmth between their chests as Barry fidgets with the sheets until he’s
content that they’re covered. Not that it matters, really. Whether they were
doing it on top of the bed or inside it, nothing would make this less obscene.
But Wally likes being beneath the sheets. It makes it feel more special,
somehow. It makes him feel like Barry belongs here, in his bed.
“You okay,” Barry’s asking. He’s looking for a final approval. A final go ahead
to spread Wally’s legs open and get to work.
Wally wants it. Needs it, tonight. “Yeah,” he nods, looking up at him.
“Absolutely.”
The room is dark blue. Ominous shadows on the walls. Figurines on the shelf and
posters that stare at them. Faces and wide eyes and the quiet hum of his
computer is distracting; too distracting, all of it. So he closes his eyes.
Lets his hands wander across Barry’s back; he feels the familiar caress of the
man’s hands on his thighs as he nudges them apart.
Barry is gentle; he’s always so gentle, when he first begins. It only makes
Wally crave him more.
The familiar touch, a contact of something wet and cold against his entrance.
Wally cringes, because he doesn’t like this part; he knows it’s necessary, but
he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like to be worked by Barry’s hand, because it’s not
the body part he wants inside of him. His fingers are skilled, and they get the
job done; he massages a copious amount of lubricant inside him, stretching,
teasing, prodding and smoothing around. But it’s just a tease. It’s just a
frustrating tease.
So when that hand finally pulls away, Wally almost shivers with delight. He
hears Barry give a small laugh. Keeps his eyes closed as he hears the delicious
sound of lubricant being poured and worked, as Barry covers himself with it.
Wally can almost feel it; he can almost feel him penetrating him, now. He’s so
close. So close.
His heart has already begun to race.
The gentle pressing of something firm against his entrance; Wally has to force
himself not to tense up, but he’s so excited that it’s difficult to not react.
So instead he channels his energy by sighing, and letting his hands dig into
Barry’s shoulders, clawing at his skin to quietly urge him on. Something firm
and smooth; the gentle glide, that faint contact as Barry’s getting himself
into place. Come on. A pause, as the man steadies himself. No doubt looking at
him again, just one more time to make sure. Barry always likes to make sure,
more than once. He likes to double check. Come on.
The initial push; it hurts. But it’s not agonizing. It’s a nagging sensation,
the kind of pain where he feels his body doesn’t want to give. It never does;
not right away. So he takes a deep breath, a few, one after another as he
slowly eases his own tension. Relaxes as much as he can; grinds his teeth and
rides out the sparks of pain as he’s being stretched around Barry’s cock.
Barry’s going slow; he’s a good man, that way. He’s going slow, to make it as
bearable as he can; but there’s a bit more still to go.
Barry pauses for a moment, once he’s somewhere around halfway in. The lack of
movement almost makes it hurt more, because Wally has to fight his body’s urge
to push him back, to get the obstruction out of him.
“Are you alright,” Barry’s asking again.
“Yes,” Wally almost whines. “Yes, please.” Just go. Just go on.
And don’t stop again.
-
Kisses on his face. Barry kisses him urgently, desperately. Hot and wet and
heavy, kisses that seem to follow the trail of his freckles, beneath his eyes
and across the bridge of his nose as he continues to thrust.
Thrusts that rattle the bed—and thank God Wally had the smart idea to move it
away from the wall, so there’s no banging sound this time—and shake him up, his
body shaking from the force. In and out, in and out; Barry never completely
pulls back, only enough to power another thrust forward. Kisses on his face,
trailing towards his mouth; when he’s close enough he kisses his lips, chewing
softly against them as Wally lets a quiet moan escape.
There’s sweat on the sheets. It’s not Wally’s favorite sensation, but he
appreciates it as evidence. The scent of cum in the air, no doubt from himself;
Barry traces a hand over the edge of his erection and it takes Wally all of his
willpower to stifle his reaction. His thumb smoothing across the tip, his
fingers wind themselves around the shaft, and Wally wants more—needs more—but
he doesn’t want to raise his voice enough to ask. He couldn’t possibly control
the sound, not how he is now. So he lets Barry continue; lets Barry work him,
pumping up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, not fast enough, not nearly
fast enough for what he wants.
Barry’s licking along his jawline, and it feels nice. Reassuring. He times
small bites with his thrusts, and it’s almost flirtatious. It’s cute in its own
way; overwhelming when he starts to time the bites with the thrusts and the
pumps of his cock. He’s growing weak; he’s at his mercy, stimulated at his
rhythm and god how he loves it when Barry takes control.
The sheets are starting to feel heavy, and he’s feeling so warm. So warm he’s
hot, overheating with sweat and exhaustion as he realizes he should’ve been
asleep an hour ago, and this is why. He’s so tired he can barely reciprocate
anything Barry does; so tired that this almost relaxes him. This almost soothes
him, were it not for the burning ache inside him and the tense pressure of
arousal.
Barry doesn’t seem offended in the slightest; he kisses him in that silence,
kissing his face, kissing his neck, trailing along his collarbone and to his
nearest shoulder as he continues to fuck him. He murmurs, quietly, faintly,
“You tired, baby,” and Wally manages a shy laugh. Barry kisses his skin again
and seems to be smiling; Wally can’t be entirely sure, but he’s going to
assume.
“Let’s put you to bed, alright,” and there’s something suspicious about that.
Barry pushes in one more time, his entire length inside Wally’s body, when he
starts to vibrate. Wally chokes back a startled gasp, and Barry’s gripping his
lover’s hard-on with a hand that imitates the motion, vibrating as he smoothes
his fingers up and down, up and down-
Wally’s starting to visibly shake; he trembles by his own accord, because he
can’t take it when Barry does that, not as tired and relaxed as he is now. He
starts panting, shallow and desperate as Barry finds his mouth, silencing him
with a kiss that devours him, his tongue forcing its way between his lips and
forcing him quiet.
Wally can’t take this. He can’t take this. His entire body starts to ache,
because there’s a hard cock vibrating against his prostate and a hand vibrating
around his swollen cock and a tongue that’s turning him on, a wet and
aggressive kiss that completes everything he craves.
Barry continues to kiss him as Wally loses his composure, gasping and moaning
into his mouth as he nears the edge. His hands claw lines into his back and
Wally’s shivering and shaking beneath him. Heavy breathing, deep and fast, he
almost sobs when he feels the initial burn of pleasure, the kind of pleasure
that hurts.
Barry breaks the kiss, but he keeps himself close to him, his cheek pressed
against the side of Wally’s face as his lover continues to shake and sigh.
Wally’s whimpering quietly, whining and sighing and trembling as Barry starts
another round of thrusting, thrusting as he vibrates himself each time he makes
contact with his prostate. That hand still busy at work on his erection, and
Wally’s so close, so close-
It’s one more thrust that does it; Wally trembles one last time, pressing an
open-mouthed kiss to the side of Barry’s face as he desperately tries to
silence himself from the thrill of his orgasm. He whines in silence, licking
and biting his partner, biting along his jawline and panting as he comes. He
shivers and shakes. Shivers and shakes. And as he empties himself, he gradually
relaxes.
His cum is warm where it pools on his chest; he can only imagine how much of it
landed on Barry’s.
Barry remains silent; turns to kiss Wally on the mouth as he continues to
thrust into him, slower but still with intent. He wants to finish himself.
Wally understands that. So he kisses him back, kisses him sweetly the way Barry
likes it, a hand buried in the man’s hair as he hears what could be a small
sigh. They kiss like lovers; they kiss like they’ve known each other forever,
sentimental and affectionate as Barry thrusts in silence.
Thrusts in silence, until he stiffens somewhat, and Wally’s got his arms around
his shoulders, holding onto him tightly and close as Barry breathes deeply and
presses himself as far inside as he can move. His legs giving a familiar shake,
a broken gasp that echoes in Wally’s ears—such a beautiful sound—and he knows
he’s coming.
They remain that way for a moment. They gradually unwind and untangle
themselves from each other, Barry sliding out of him gently, slowly. Wally
wipes his chest clean with a Kleenex he pulls from beneath his pillow, and he
chuckles a little as he looks at the damage he’s done to Barry—the thick white
trail of cum from his pecs down to his groin—as he attempts to clean him up as
well. Barry laughs, too; quietly. Gives him a quick kiss before he takes the
soiled tissue and tosses it, along with a very used condom, into the nearby
trashcan. Sighs from what could be happiness, as he settles into the sheets
beside him.
Wally turns, looking at Barry in the darkness. The moonlight accenting just
beneath his eyes, as Barry stares back at him. Wally reaches out, a hand
turning through his hair, combing it back as Barry closes his eyes for a
moment. Then opens them again. Sits up and gives him one more kiss, this one on
the tip of his nose, as Wally laughs quietly.
When Barry speaks, his voice is faint and kind. Familiar and sentimental, the
way Wally loves it. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Goodnight,” as he’s unable to resist a slight yawn. He reminds him; even
though he hates that he needs to, “Don’t forget to leave before my parents wake
up.”
“I know,” and he’s reaching out, an arm across his lover’s body as he tugs him
closer. So Wally moves in, drifting into Barry’s side of the bed. Their legs
cross between the sheets, and it’s so warm, but he doesn’t mind it anymore.
Now, it’s comfortable.
The room is dark and quiet, and it’s another beautiful night.
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