Puppy Love, by Glacis. Rated NC17, no
copyright intended. Characters based on
Justice League, Warner Bros. television version (cast list follows story).
“He’s
driving me crazy,” Hawkgirl growled.
Diana hid a
smile behind an interested glance, and Shayera needed
no further encouragement.
“I know
he’s harmless, I know he’s bored, I know I should just swat him on the nose
with a rolled-up newspaper,” she paused for Diana’s appreciative snort of
laughter, “but I swear there are days I want to tie a lead weight around his
ankles and drop him off the top of the Watchtower.”
Diana shook
her head. “What has he done this time?”
Shayera
widened her eyes behind her mask until Diana could see white all around the
irises. “The same thing he does all the
time! Hound me for a date until I want
to tell him to go stuff himself!”
“Well,” J’Onn put in softly from his seat at the window, “if he
could, he probably would, then he wouldn’t be such a
pest.”
At that
point Diana had to leave the room to find some privacy to laugh herself hoarse. Shayera glared at her retreating sister-in-arms and
wordlessly huffed her irritation. J’Onn gave her a
gentle smile.
“He’s
lonely. And he’s young. We all have our ways of lightening our
burdens.”
As one
survivor to another, she knew what he meant.
Still, it didn’t make Wally any more bearable. Grumbling under her breath, she picked up her
mace and stomped out the door, in search of someone to fight, to sweat off her
frustration. She brushed past the Green
Lantern on her way out the door, mumbling “sorry” under her breath as he
sidestepped to avoid being run down.
“What’s her
problem?” John asked J’Onn, jerking a thumb over his
shoulder at Hawkgirl’s rapidly retreating back.
“The
Flash,” J’Onn answered with the slightest curve of a
smile. John nodded.
“As always. That boy needs to get laid.”
“That’s the
problem!” whined a new voice. John
looked over to his right, where a second before there’d been blank space. Now a petulant, red-clad figure with a
sparkling grin at odds with his puppy-dog eyes shrugged at him. “If I could only find a girl willing to
actually go OUT with me, I’d be SO much easier to have around!”
“Hmph.” John didn’t sound convinced. Wally beamed at him. John rolled his eyes.
Watching
the byplay with amusement, J’Onn sensed something
from the Green Lantern he hadn’t felt before. As the banter continued, his smile grew. On impulse, he pressed a button on the wall,
locking the outer door and giving the main computer instructions to only open
it in case of emergency. Then he
de-massed, sinking silently through the floor and giving the two men their
privacy.
Wally was
still whining about how tough it was to find a girl when he kept getting
distracted by saving the world, or defeating super villains, or eating, when
John cut in.
“So you’re
saying your job gets in the way of your private life,” he sneered. The sneer bounced off the Flash completely
unnoticed.
“Ha!” Wally
threw his hands up. “What private life,
that’s what I’m saying! I can’t get a
date no matter what I do. The Princess
sure isn’t interested, and if I ask Hawkgirl one more
time she’s liable to pin me to the floor and pound me to paste.” He sighed, a sigh so deep and heart-felt it
sounded like it was coming from his toes.
Then he looked askew at the Green Lantern and blushed.
John’s eyes
narrowed. A moment later, Wally blurted,
“It’s not just the job.” He gulped. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” A growl either scared the words out of him or
convinced him of John’s discretion, because he mumbled, “It’s the speed.”
“Speed?”
John asked after a very long moment of watching Wally stand there turning as
red as his uniform.
“Yeah.” The usually squared shoulders slumped, and
for once Wally looked genuinely discouraged.
“There’s not really anybody else I can talk to about this. I mean, Superman’s not really the type a guy
wants to confide his shortcomings to, if you know what I mean, and J’Onn’s got his own losses to worry about, and Bats? God, I can’t even THINK about going
there. Can’t imagine admitting this to
Wonder Woman, and definitely not to Hawkgirl, if I
EVER want a chance to go out with her.”
“In other
words, I’m your confidant of choice because there’s nobody left?” John asked
incredulously.
“No!” Wally
exclaimed, finally looking up to meet John’s eyes. “Well, yes, but I would even if there WAS
anybody else… I mean, er, well… Oh, forget it. Never mind.
Not important anyway.”
He turned
and wandered, very slowly, toward the door.
Not being one to miss a cue, particularly one with all the subtlety of a
brick to the head, the Green Lantern sighed and called out, “Wait.”
In a flash,
literally, Wally was back beside him.
John rolled his eyes again. Wally
often had that effect on him. “Talk to
me. What do you mean, it’s the speed?”
There was
the blush again. Wally took a deep
breath, then said all in a rush, “No girl wants to get
involved with a guy who comes in ten seconds flat.”
John
blinked. “Quick
shooter, huh?”
That earned
him a groan and a miserable, kicked-puppy look.
“Not like I can help it, man.
Super metabolism means everything’s fast, you know? And it’s not like I don’t TRY to make it
last, but nothing I do seems to make any
difference. The dating pool’s not all
that big either; seems like all the girls I know, know each other, and they all
TALK to each other. About me! Doesn’t exactly make for
stellar reviews, if you get my drift.”
“So, what,
you get it up, you get it off, you fall asleep, in under a minute, and your bed
partner’s left to fend for herself? No
wonder you can’t get laid.”
“I’m not
that selfish!” Wally protested. “And I
don’t fall asleep! I may go get a snack,
but at least I’m conscious. And it’s not
like I’m a one-shot wonder. That
super-fast metabolism has SOME advantages.
I can get it up again, pretty quick, and quite a few times, before I’m
all wiped out. But the girls don’t seem
to like that much either.” He
grimaced. “Guess I can’t blame ‘em. Not a lot of fun
to be on the receiving end when it’s hard, soft, hard, soft, hard, soft, hard,
soft, squirt, squirt, squirt…” He
trailed off as he noticed that John was staring at him fixedly. That unblinking black stare unnerved
him. “Uhm,
GL? You okay? You IN there?” He stepped up until he was toe-to-toe with
John.
Who
blinked, startling Wally so badly he nearly fell over.
“You ever
considered doing it with a guy?” John asked abruptly.
“Yeah, all
the time,” Wally answered without thinking.
His eyes widened, and his barely-receded blush roared back. “I mean, yes, I don’t have any problem with
that. In fact, if I thought I had a
chance, I can think of a few guys I wouldn’t mind asking. But, man, if I can’t even bring myself to
TALK about it with a guy, how am I going to survive the humiliation of having
it HAPPEN with a guy? Talk about setting
myself up to fail!”
“You don’t
have any problem talking about it with me,” John pointed out.
“You’re
different.” John glared, and Wally
hurried to explain. “I trust you not to
laugh at me. Or, well, maybe you’d
laugh, but at least you wouldn’t pity me.
Don’t think I could handle that.”
“You’re
saying you wouldn’t consider having sex with me.”
“No!” Wally
yelped. “I mean, yes, of course I would,
but why on Earth would I think you’d want to have sex with ME?”
“Multiple
orgasms,” John told him shortly. He
folded his arms over his chest and glared at Wally significantly.
Wally blinked. “Huh?” he asked
intelligently. John snorted.
“True, it
wouldn’t be fun for the catcher, with you getting hard and soft like that. Going off like a water
sprinkler. Vibrating like a
tuning fork. But it would be a hell of a
lot of fun for the pitcher.”
It took a
few seconds for the sense in what he said to penetrate Wally’s brain, and John
saw the instant Wally understood what he meant.
To his relief, Wally didn’t flinch.
If anything, he looked intrigued.
Not to
mention horny. Exceptionally
horny. He grinned at John.
John upped
the intensity of his glare, letting a little green shine through.
Wally
shivered. A wind whipped up as he sprang
into motion, body a red blur as he raced around John. A moment later, the breeze played gently
along John’s skin, his body now naked save for the ring on his finger and the
boots on his feet. He blinked.
Stared at
the Flash, now creamy white where he wasn’t blushing bright red, who was also
naked except for boots and mask. John
cocked his head and gave the mask a meaningful look.
Got puppy eyes in response.
“Don’t
care,” he answered the silent question.
“Not fucking you unless I can see all of you.” Wally’s blush spread until there was no white
skin to be seen, only shades of red from light rose to
firehouse crimson. Encouragingly, his
cock, while edging toward the purple side of the spectrum, was also fully erect
and pointing right at John.
A blur
later, mask and boots were piled off to the side, and John wasn’t surprised to
see that Wally’s face was as ridiculously cute as the rest of him. He was also bouncing in place. All of him bounced. John couldn’t help himself. He licked his lips.
Wally came.
Whimpered
like a beaten dog, cringed, and looked like he was doing his best to melt into
the floor.
“Ah, crap,”
he sighed.
“No
problem,” John contradicted him.
“How not, GL?” Wally griped. “I can’t even keep
it up long enough to TOUCH you!”
John
stalked over, grabbed Wally’s slippery cock with one hand and his chin with the
other. Forcing Wally to meet his eyes,
he said simply, “Lube,” then reached up to close the gap between them and
kissed Wally hard enough to make him lose his breath.
For once,
the Green Lantern was faster than the Flash, probably because the Flash was
still trying to uncross his eyes from the hottest kiss he’d gotten in his
life. John slicked his hand up with
Wally’s come, circled around behind him, put a palm between Wally’s shoulder
blades and pushed. Wally leaned
obligingly, resting his hands on his knees, and choked on a moan as John pushed
two fingers deep in his ass.
And came again.
“Fuck,
fuck, fuck,” he chanted, voice anguished as he shook his head. “Trying to hold on here!”
“Don’t
bother,” John answered, sounding a little winded himself. “Feels good around my hand. Can’t wait to feel it
around my dick.”
Wally
moaned again, anticipation combining with John’s expert manipulation of his
asshole to start to harden him up. For
the first time in his adult life, he blessed the amazing metabolism that
usually ambushed his attempts at intimacy.
He blessed
it ten times harder when John grabbed hold of his hips and shoved his cock as
far in Wally’s ass as it would go.
“HOLY SHIT!” Wally screamed, and came a third time.
John was
too busy holding on to the bucking, vibrating, shimmering body to reassure him
that it was perfectly okay to come as many times as he’d like. Not to mention the fact that he wasn’t sure
he could form a complete word, much less a complete sentence. He’d never felt anything like it.
Wally’s
flesh was hot under his hands, the muscle clenching his dick like a pneumatic
vacuum, rippling, then clenching, then milking him, while Wally’s entire body
shook with the need to move engendered by the climaxes ripping through
him. Fucking the Flash had all the
advantages of fucking a woman, coming and coming around him, only tighter and
hotter and stronger than any pussy could hope to be.
John wasn’t
sure, but he thought he just might have died and gone to heaven.
Wally
wasn’t sure, but he thought he just might have found the permanent solution to
his dysfunctional orgasmic problem.
The
shuddering became harder to control as Wally lost his mind, humping back on
John’s cock, come spurting out of him in regular bursts, each orgasm a little
dryer, a little more intense, until it felt like his entire body was hot-wired
to his cock. John, in turn, called on
his Green Lantern powers for purposes he’d never expected to use them for, to
cage and contain the Flash against his body, until all that kinetic power
seemed to be wrapped around him, threatening to pull his backbone out through
the end of his dick. He fought to keep
from climaxing, every surge in Wally’s ass around him making it harder and
harder to resist.
It was the
best sex either one of them had ever had.
By the time
John gave in, the only thought left in his head was to come so hard he’d black
out. Wally had come so many times he was
bone-dry, still spasming, hands wrapped around the back of his thighs, bent
double, voice rasping from screams. John
bellowed like a bull and threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward and
clamping his hands around Wally’s hip bones, holding him still.
It was like
trapping a tornado, with his dick stuck in the eye of the storm.
Dizzy with
release, drained and exhausted, both heroes slumped to the floor. Wally curled into a ball, John draped over
his back, dick slowly slipping from Wally’s ass as Wally twitched and
whimpered, trying not to breathe much less move as his nerves twinged with one last dry orgasm. Covered in sweat and spunk, Wally panted,
face flush against the floor. The hands
pressing into his flesh relaxed and John slid off, landing beside him with a
muffled thump.
Using the
last of his strength, suddenly aware that he was absolutely ravenous, Wally
turned his head to look at John, unabashedly giving him puppy eyes, hoping to
get his way. “Hey, GL,” he croaked. “Wanna go get some
lunch? Then, uhm,
do this again?”
John, being
unconscious, didn’t answer. Wally
grinned. Shifted until
he could cuddle up against John’s side, and made himself comfortable. “Okay,” he mumbled, half-asleep, “nap
first. Food second. Sex third.
I can do that.”
And when
John woke up, they did.
END
WB JL cast:
Bruce
Wayne, Batman
Diana,
Princess of Themyscira, Wonder Woman
Shayera Hol, Hawkgirl
Wally West,
Flash
John
Stewart, Green Lantern Corps
J’Onn, J’Onzz, Martian Manhunter