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“What? You got a problem with it?” Kyle sneered, tensing in the way he does before a fight.

They were on monitor duty together: Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern, and Wally West, Flash, that is.

Neither of them were looking forward to it beforehand, and, like they thought it would when they first saw the roster, things were getting heated fast. It seemed inevitable, at this point, that they would come to some sort of disagreement each time they met.

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant.” Wally snaps, more offended than apologetic.

“So then why’d you make that face?” Kyle accuses, “You’re always looking at me like I’m the most annoying thing in the room, but that was an even uglier expression you just had. And that timing was too good for it to just be a coincidence. I’m not an idiot, Flash.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Wally mutters under his breath before rolling his eyes and sighing loudly. “I don’t care that you’re gay, Kyle” apparently deciding to take some sort of self-righteous high road by not arguing back.

“Bisexual,” Kyle hisses the correction “and that’s exactly what I mean! You do have a problem with it.” Kyle snaps, growing more agitated with the conversation. He’s heard that one before, the whole writing him off as just ‘gay’ because he liked men too.

“I don’t dude, stop putting words in my mouth!” Wally sneers.

“Then what’s your explanation? Why’d you make a face?” Kyle demands, refusing to let it go.

“I didn’t make a face!”

“You did! Your eyebrows pinched up and you scrunched your nose and–”

“Why the hell are you paying such close attention to my face that’s creepy, man, don’t tell me you’re interested–”

“And there it is again! Another homophobic assumption, what the hell is wrong with you–”

“Don’t accuse me of being homophobic, I’m not homophobic, that’s fucking ridiculous–”

All semblance of order dissolves as Wally and Kyle continue cutting each other off, talking over the other, raising their voices to make sure their words are heard.

They shoot out of their chairs, getting in each other’s faces as they inch closer and closer to blows.

“I’M NOT FUCKING HOMOPHOBIC BECAUSE I’M BISEXUAL TOO ASSHOLE!” Wally finally yells before he even realizes what he’s said.

They both stop. The room freezes over as they stare at each other.

“....What?” Kyle’s hesitant voice breaks through the silence.

“Fuck off.” Wally snaps, sitting down in his chair heavily again. He’s thankful for his cowl, it’s at least a little protection against the holes Kyle’s eyes are burning into the side of Wally’s head.

He hadn’t meant to say that– to admit it out loud. It was something he’d been struggling to deal with by himself, and even though he’d finally managed to accept himself, Wally wasn’t ready to admit it to anyone else. It was still very sensitive for him, despite having come far enough to put a label on it. His internal struggle with his sexuality had caused quite a strain on his other relationships before he accepted it, too.

“I didn’t know that,” Kyle mumbles, sitting down too.

A spike of annoyance blares in Wally’s chest at Kyle. He’s always doing that, talking just to talk. It annoys the hell out of Wally, even if he can’t particularly figure out why it does. Maybe it’s because he’s immature. Despite being Green Lantern for a bit now, Kyle’s still a rookie compared to the Titans, and most of the rest of the Justice League.

Yeah, that had to be it: Kyle’s immaturity was always getting on Wally’s nerves; Kyle kept treating it like a game.

“Tch.” Wally clicked his tongue, his leg bouncing slightly. He refused to look over at Kyle, who was still staring at him.

Wally’s eyes wandered to the clock instead. Great, they had another fifteen minutes together. Wally ran a tired hand over his face, his leg bouncing faster, he doesn’t think he’s going to make it through.

“Is that why… you– with Linda? Did she–” Kyle asked, opening his big fat mouth again. He really couldn’t shut the hell up could he?

Then what Kyle actually said hits Wally with the force of a truck.

“What!?” Wally exclaimed, jumping back from Kyle with pure disgust on his face.

“...’cause she dumped–”

“I know she dumped me!” Wally hisses, not wanting someone else to say it. “I was there.”

Kyle sighs, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh? Then what did you mean?”

“You don’t exactly seem… well adjusted… to the fact that you’re bi.” Kyle points out, raising an eyebrow and challenging Wally to deny it.

Wally’s own eyebrow twitches in frustration. What was it with this guy? How did Kyle so effortlessly get under his skin? Every time Wally swears he’ll be able to deal with it the next time he sees Kyle, but Kyle always manages to say something. It was worse than dealing with Bart.

“It’s not your business.” Wally snarls.

“Maybe not, but I might be able to help you.”

“I don’t need any help, Kyle.” Wally says flatly.

“Again, maybe not, but we’ve still got a few minutes to kill, why don’t we talk about it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it with you.” Wally groans.

“...so.. was it Linda..?”

“Stop bringing her up! She’s not homophobic and she didn’t dump me because I’m bi!” Wally snaps again, anger flaring.

He was offended just by the implication. It wasn’t her fault Wally was so messed up. Linda wasn’t homophobic. Deep down, Wally knew that if he’d told her, she’d have accepted him. It was all him, him and his inability to accept himself that ruined their relationship. Linda had deserved better than that, so Wally hadn’t tried to salvage them. It wasn’t until he’d started talking things out with his close friends that he began the journey of self acceptance and had gotten to the point that he had. It was still fragile, however, and Kyle was the last person he wanted to be talking about it with.

Wally hadn’t realized Kyle was also bisexual so when the topic came up in Kyle’s ramblings, Wally must have made a face in shock. Kyle had taken offense when Wally had reacted to the word.

“Okay, okay!” Kyle says, raising his hands in defense. He falls silent, but continues staring Wally down.

“What?” Wally demands when he can no longer deal with Kyle’s eyes.

“Nothing!” Kyle is quick to defend, but he doesn’t stop staring.

“Just spit it out!” Wally bristles.

“No, man! I just— no, I’m thinking back and… it’s just– I see it.”

“You see it?” Wally snarls.

“No! Yeah! I mean, well, I’ve seen you stare at Nightwing in the changing rooms.” Kyle says, snorting a little at the end of his comment, as if he finds it amusing.

“I have not!” Wally yells in denial.

Kyle blinks, clearly not having expected such an intense reaction. Another contemplative look falls over his face.

And great, now Kyle’s thinking about it.

“It’s not a big deal Flash, I’m not trying to antagonize you here.” Kyle decides to say, backtracking from his previous teasing. Somehow that only makes Wally angrier.

“Like hell you’re not! You keep pushing, and I need you to stop!”

“Yeah! I got it! I’m just saying that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I completely get it, if Nightwing gave me a chance, I’d be all over him too.”

“What the hell man! That’s my best friend!” Wally recoils, taking a step back from Kyle. He’s more disturbed by the fact that he finds that he agrees with Kyle’s opinion than the opinion itself. It’s frustrating that he agrees.

“A very hot best friend.” Kyle notes, a mischievous expression taking over his face. “It’s okay to acknowledge that your friends are attractive, you know.”

“Dude!” Wally exclaims. He wants to yell about it. He wants to deny it, but he can’t find the words. Thinking about Dick in that way… it makes Wally’s throat go dry. No wonder girls like him so much.

Wally looks back at Kyle and notices a dazed expression, one similar to what Wally’s face would have just been doing.

“Stop thinking about it! That’s disgusting!” Wally bursts.

He doesn’t want Kyle thinking about Dick like that. Wally already hates that he’s not disgusted by the thought, and he hates it more that Kyle has no shame about thinking about Dick in that way. Kyle and Dick don’t even know each other that well!

Kyle’s eyes flit over to Wally and Wally can see the moment that Kyle decides to make Wally’s life miserable.

A shit-eating grin tugs on the ends of Kyle’s mouth.

“What if I don’t want to?” Kyle leers. A clear challenge if Wally’s ever heard one. It seems that over whatever peace Kyle was trying to establish before, he’s decided that getting a rise out of Wally would be more fun.

It takes everything in Wally not to take Kyle’s bait. If he wants to beat Kyle, Wally needs to play it smart, or else Wally will just be giving Kyle what he wants.

Wally takes a breath, snorting sarcastically at the end of it.

“There’s no way he’d be into you. He’s straight.” Wally says. Wally finds he’s not actually sure if he’s saying it for himself or to keep Kyle away.

“I don’t know, I’m a pretty good kisser. Once he’s had a taste, he won’t want to stop.” Kyle smirks again, self-confidence bleeding into arrogance that practically drips from his words.

“As if.” Wally huffs, sneering at the direction their conversation is taking. He glances at the clock, ten minutes left. Now Wally was sure he wasn’t going to survive. He’d die here of stupidity because Kyle had infected him.

“Want to find out?” Kyle asks, teasing evident in his voice.

Wally blanches at the offer, taking another step back and whipping his head around to look at Kyle in disbelief.

It takes everything in him, and everything outside of him, not to yell at Kyle for the suggestion. It’s only the need to best Kyle that lets him hold his tongue. If he falls for the bait here, Kyle will win.

“Please.” Wally snorts, “You couldn’t handle me.”

Kyle pauses, he holds Wally’s gaze, but enough shock makes its way onto Kyle’s face that Wally can see that Kyle wasn’t expecting that answer.

It sends a wave of satisfaction through Wally; the rush of winning, accompanied by another, unfamiliar, twinge. Wally’d felt this before, but never in his wildest dreams did he think Kyle Rayner would cause it. Wally doesn’t have time to think about what it meant, though, because Kyle’s leaning forward and opening his big mouth again to respond.

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

Now it’s Wally’s turn to fumble. Kyle had decided to rise to the challenge.

He can see that Kyle wants Wally to back down; Kyle wants the satisfaction of knowing he made Wally back down. Wally was not in the mood to give in.

With a scowl on his face, Wally stalks over. Kyle stands up to meet him, still smirking. Wally wants to punt that smirk off his face.

If he weren’t so worked up, Wally would recognize that this would be his first time doing anything intimate with a guy. He’d likely falter at the realization, but rage is a good motivator. It was drowning out all of Wally’s inhibitions, giving him tunnel vision. Right now, besting Kyle was all that he could focus on. If kissing the dude is what it took to do that, then by god Wally was gonna kiss him.

He grabs Kyle’s face and closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Kyle while he does this. Wally can feel Kyle’s breath as he approaches.

Kyle still isn’t backing off, so Wally won’t either.

All too soon, he’s pressing their lips together. He can feel Kyle’s hands snaking behind him, one hand cupping the back of Wally’s head through the cowl, and the other wrapping around Wally’s waist, pulling him closer.

Kyle shifts, tilting his head to the side and using the new angle to push their lips together more comfortably.

Wally feels Kyle’s tongue on his lips, then he feels Kyle’s tongue inside his lips, licking at his teeth and prodding them gently. Wally’s jaw is already slack, so Kyle has no trouble pushing further into Wally’s mouth.

Wally’s frozen as what he’s doing dawns on him. He’s kissing a boy, he’s kissing Kyle, and it’s good.

Kyle takes Wally’s stiffness in stride, continuing to gently prod at Wally’s tongue as his own pushes deeper. He drags it along the roof of Wally’s mouth, then slides down and flits along the soft flesh of Wally’s cheeks, sending sparks through Wally’s mind. Mouth held open, Wally can feel his saliva pooling, it spills over from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin and numbing Wally’s mind further.

Then Kyle exhales, and Wally realizes it’s a snicker.

Kyle is laughing at him.

The rage melts the ice that was keeping him frozen.

Kyle had challenged him and Wally was losing.

He would not lose.

Snapping out of his daze, Wally sucks in a breath, adjusting his hands on Kyle’s face and forcing Kyle’s head to tilt further to the side, letting Wally’s tongue push back against Kyle’s invasion.

He loops it around, not letting Kyle run wild any longer.

The kiss is an argument, as much as any of their others, with both trying to ‘talk’ over the other and neither willing to back down. The only difference, Wally realizes, is he’s enjoying this, unlike their actual arguments. As much as Wally hates it, Kyle wasn’t lying about being a good kisser. Wally’s tempted to bite Kyle, half to win and half because he’s frustrated at liking it.

A fire’s been lit in Wally’s gut, and he finds that he doesn’t want this to stop. Yes, he still wants to win, but he finds that this is exciting. Where his actual arguments with Kyle are frustrating enough to make him want to tear his hair out, this sort of disagreement is thrilling.

His face is heating up and the fire in his torso burns brighter the more breathless he becomes. He’s started to want more, in spite of himself. In the back of his mind, he’s reeling from trying something like this with a man, but the taboo feeling of it all might be contributing to the absolute intoxication he’s feeling.

They pull apart with a snap when neither of them can hold their breath any longer. The silence between them is deafening, their panting barely enough to fill the room. It seems there is a way to get Kyle to shut up after all.

Kyle’s eyes are slightly glazed over when Wally looks up. His lips are moist, glistening with the evidence of what they’d just been doing.

It’s still Kyle, Kyle-fucking-Rayner who never fails to get on Wally’s nerves, but looking at him like this sends another violent thrum through Wally’s gut.

He wants to do it again.

He wants to do more.

Wally can still taste Kyle in his mouth as he swallows thickly.

“Heh, see. I’m a spectacular kisser.” Kyle laughs, running his hand through his hair and exposing his slightly sweaty forehead, and Wally is reminded of why he finds Kyle’s presence so grating.

Unfortunately, Wally’s mind betrays him. He’s split. Wally’s both aroused, wanting to strip Kyle of his suit and see where else he’d made the Green Lantern sweat, while simultaneously finding Kyle’s quip incredibly annoying. The annoyance is fuel to the fire at this point, making him want to push Kyle down and fuck him to the point of not being able to give Wally any more lip.

The thoughts running wild in Wally’s head are giving him a sense of whiplash. He can only hope it doesn’t show on his face. Maybe he needs to get laid, he hasn’t slept with anyone since Linda.

Yeah, that’s it. He’s pent up. It has nothing to do with Kyle specifically, Wally tells himself.

“You’re flattering yourself.” Wally sneers, crossing his arms. His knees feel weak. The fire is still roaring. Wally still wants more.

“You didn’t say it was bad. I think that's an admission of itself, coming from you.” Kyle shrugs, sending another smirk Wally’s way. Just ten minutes ago Wally would have wanted to wipe the smirk off Kyle’s face with a punch, now he wants to steal Kyle’s lips again. God, this was bad, this was really really bad. What had Kyle done to him?

“You’re an idiot.” Wally jibes. He wants to smack himself as soon as his mouth closes. Seriously? Is that the best he could do!? That was not nearly good enough of an insult to be convincing, and they both knew it.

“See, you can’t handle me.” Kyle taunts, honing in on how out of it Wally was immediately, “I’ve completely swept you off your feet.”

“You have not!” Wally fires back, still sounding utterly unconvincing.

“Prove it.” Kyle says, challenging him again.

Oh it was so on.

The implication doesn’t even make Wally pause. If he weren’t so worked up, maybe he’d recognize that it was a bad idea to have sex so spontaneously, especially with a coworker. But he was horny, Kyle was offering, and Wally still had to prove that Kyle was wrong. There was no way Wally was letting Kyle walk off thinking he’d won.

Wally tugs off the cowl, aware that his hair would be messy, but Kyle needs to see his face to understand what he was asking, and agreeing to.

“You wouldn’t be able to walk for days, Rayner.” Wally taunts, surprised by how even his voice comes out. Maybe the fire in his stomach also knows that a challenge is a lot more enticing.

Wally was confident he could perform. He’s had sex, just never with a man. It wouldn’t be that different, other than the fact that he’d never had sex like this before. It’d never been a competition; it’d never been an act of asserting dominance, not like it was shaping up to be here. And, for some reason, this version of sex was getting him worked up, a lot more than the loving kind. He could unpack that later; right now, lust was obscuring his ability to reason. Right now, he wanted.

“I’m pretty resilient, it’s gonna take more than I think you can dish out to take me down.” Kyle responds, confirming that it’s not just Wally feeling, and chasing, the thrill.

“You want to find out?” Wally asks, sending Kyle’s earlier words right back at him.

“Bring it.”

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” Green Arrow asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Black Canary was just a step behind him. Glancing at the clock, Wally was slightly surprised to find that it was time to switch for monitor duty.

Perfect timing.

“We were just heading out.” Kyle answers for them. They slip out of the room with only a short goodbye. Knowing what gossips the League were, Wally fully expects to get some sort of question about it later.

“So your house, mine, or a third place?” Kyle asks as they stop in the transport room, raising an eyebrow at Wally. It was essentially asking if Wally was backing down. Kyle wishes.

“Whatever’s easier for you. I can get home easily.” Wally says simply, feeling the heat roar back to life.

“I can fly, so it’s no different for me.” Kyle puts his hand to his chin, thoughtfully, “Mine. I have what we need and I doubt you do.”

Wally flushes, realizing Kyle’s right. There’s no reason he should feel ashamed about it, but the way Kyle said it hurt his pride. Wally would just have to get back at Kyle for it, he’d definitely have the chance to in a minute.

The thought gives him pause, making Wally realize that, wow, they’re really doing this.

Getting to Kyle’s place was a blur. Literally. Having superspeed lets you move that fast, and Wally is getting really impatient.

As soon as they’re inside the door, and Kyle drops his suit, Wally is on him, pulling him close. He pauses right before their lips touch, unsure if he should ask first, but Kyle leans forward, initiating the kiss, so Wally takes it as permission to continue.

The kiss turns heated almost immediately. Wally isn’t frozen over this time, and he’s hellbent on getting more, so the intensity hikes up way past what they were doing on the Watchtower.

They’re out of breath fast, but they still can’t get enough.

“Bedroom.” Kyle manages to mumble, pointing towards a door, as Wally is tugging on Kyle’s lip with his teeth. They’re swollen now, but Wally finds that Kyle looks better this way.

The next instant they’re on Kyle’s bed. Wally knows it's Kyle’s, because the bed smells just like him.

While each kiss sends sparks to Wally’s groin, it’s also mounting his need for more. Wally still remembers his promise to rock Kyle’s world, and he’s a man of his word.

“Let me take your clothes off.” Wally breathes, pulling back just a little bit.

“Oka-”

Hearing the first syllable, Wally moves. As the fastest man alive, he immediately has Kyle’s clothes off him, even folding them before placing them on the dresser before Kyle knows what hit him.

“-kay,” Kyle finishes. Wally watches as a shiver racks through Kyle’s body, all the hair standing on end at the sudden change in temperature. It’s more attractive than it should be, especially since Kyle already had a nice body, even if Wally would never admit that.

Wally presses his lips back on Kyle, pulling Kyle closer to himself to help while Kyle adjusts to the temperature.

Kyle pulls away, after a moment, “Take yours off too.”

Oh, Wally’d forgotten about that.

With another rush of wind in the room, Wally is left in only his boxers, Flash suit now folded on the floor by the door. He could have put it back in the ring, but this just felt right given the current mood.

Kyle frowns, being completely naked while Wally is not, and Wally sends him a smirk. Kyle snorts, pushing himself up and going for his side table. Wally watches, eyes following Kyle’s hand.

He pulls out a bottle of lube, and grabs a strip of condoms. He moves to rip the first one from the bunch.

“Give me them all.” Wally says, halting Kyle’s movements.

Kyle looks back at Wally, blinking.

“I told you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. Speedster healing and all.” Wally smirks. “Scared?”

“You wish.” Kyle pushes the drawer shut, still tearing the first one off and handing the rest of the stack to Wally. There’s nine left in the strip.

“Why’d you keep one?” Wally asks, pushing the stack under one of the pillows so he could get it quickly later.

“You’ve clearly never been with a guy.” Kyle teases, letting Wally stew in the confusion for a few moments before rescuing him. “You can’t just shove in, I’ve got to prep.”

Kyle popped open the bottle of lube, tearing the condom open with his teeth.

“Let me.” Wally said it before he realized what he was saying. He didn’t even know what ‘prep’ was, but Wally’s pride was a hell of a thing. His ego had been hurt by the jab at his inexperience and now he wanted to make up for it by proving himself. And, even if it was Rayner who was his partner for the night, he wanted to make the experience good.

“You sure? It might be a bit much for you right now.” Despite the fact that this was a genuine question, not one meant to get Wally angry, the implication that Wally couldn’t handle it irked him further.

“Yes, tell me what to do.” Wally demanded.

Kyle looked like he wanted to laugh but conceded in handing over the open condom and lube.

“You have to stretch it out. Basically work the muscle open so it’s relaxed enough to take a dick.” Kyle explained, pointing towards his rear.

Wally slipped the condom over his pointer and middle fingers, under Kyle’s instruction, and squeezed out a dollop of lube onto them, spreading it across the latex.

Wally hadn’t taken a good look at Kyle’s crotch, even after stripping him. He’d been too eager to continue making out. Now, as he pushed Kyle’s legs to the side, he wasn’t able to help himself in staring.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Kyle says flatly.

“I might just take you up on that.” Wally snickers.

“Like hell– ah!” Kyle’s retort was cut off by Wally slipping the first finger inside, he could feel the muscle twitching around it, adjusting to the intrusion. It sent a jolt of arousal straight towards Wally's own groin.

“Asshole!” Kyle bit, as Wally felt around.

“What?” Wally asked, with faux innocence. He slips a second finger in, earning another cry from Kyle. It was nice to hear him squirm; Wally realized that he’d like to see him squirm too.

While he’s never been with men, Wally has been with women. Using techniques past girlfriends seemed to enjoy, Wally moves his fingers inside Kyle. Still feeling some push back as his fingers move, Wally grabs the lube, using his thumb to flip the cap open he squeezes some directly onto Kyle’s hole.

“Gah!” Kyle exclaims, flinching from the shock. Wally smirks at the reaction. Kyle glares at him.

“Okay.” Wally concedes. Finally stopping bullying Kyle, Wally works on actually loosening him up. Some of the lube has started to drip out, running down Kyle’s skin and disappearing onto the sheets.

“You’re staring again.” Kyle mumbles, voice notably more winded than last time he spoke.

“Just making sure I’m doing it properly.” Wally hums.

Kyle opens his mouth to respond, when Wally furrows his brows, pausing.

“Wait, I think I feel something…” Wally trails off, pressing down with his fingers. A jolt is sent through Kyle’s body. For the first time that night, a full moan rips its way from Kyle’s lips. Kyle’s previously half hard dick was now standing tall in a full erection.

They both freeze.

Wally swallows hard, feeling his throat go dry.

One of the most attractive things, to Wally, was knowing his partner was enjoying it. He found that it got him off when he could get his partners to completely lose it. Of course, Wally wasn’t going to let go of this.

Wally pushes again, rubbing small circles on that spot inside of Kyle, belatedly realizing it must be Kyle’s prostate.

There was no doubting the reaction. Every time Wally’s fingertips glided over it, Kyle’s voice would ring through the room, cloudy liquid was beading at the tip of Kyle’s penis, dripping slightly onto his stomach.

“Wa-ah, Wally!” snapped Kyle.

Wally froze. He’s gotten so mesmerized watching that he’d forgotten what he was doing.

“Fuck.” Kyle sighed, panting. “That’s good.. that’s…you can- mph!”

Getting confirmation that he’d done enough, Wally was about to remove his hand when he paused, smirking. He pushed down on the spot again, earning another yelp. The noise went straight to Wally’s groin.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said it’s good.”

“I know I’m good, you wouldn’t be trembling like this otherwise.” Wally smiled.

“No, that’s not what I– Wally– you know what I mean!” Kyle groaned.

“I do? You’re the expert here.” Wally teased, fingertips doing another circle inside him. Kyle inhaled sharply, biting back another moan.

“It’s done, you can put it in now.” Kyle’s impatience edging into his voice.

“Put what in?”

“Wally”

“You need to be a bit more specific. Or, you could show me.” Wally insists.

“Wal–”

Wally pressed down again, Kyle’s attempt at his name drowned out by a moan.

“Put your dick in me!” Kyle bit out once he had his voice back, impatience in his words.

“Say the magic word.”

Kyle’s head snapped up, defiance in his gaze. His teeth pressed into his bottom lip as he sneered.

Wally teased gentler, rubbing just hard enough to stimulate, but not quite so hard that it would be satisfying.

Kyle twitched in frustration, glaring at Wally again. Ability to reason clouded by lust, Kyle’s patience ran out. He reached down, deciding to take matters into his own hands, rather than giving in to Wally any more than he already had. If Wally wouldn’t get him off, then he’d do it himself. Kyle wrapped his own hand around his length with the intent to take himself to the finish line.

Wally reached up too, securing his hand around the base of Kyle’s length, squeezing it tight enough so that Kyle wouldn’t be able to finish no matter how many times he stroked himself.

A strangled cry escaped from Kyle’s throat at the movement, the result of having been touched by someone else and so rudely cut off from a climax. Kyle’s hands settled on top of Wally's, pushing at Wally’s fingers with frustration but unable to put any real strength behind it.

“If you want something you have to say it, Kyle.” Wally hummed, putting a bit more pressure into the fingers on Kyle’s prostate, earning another gasp.

Wally sees the internal battle play out on Kyle’s flushed face: whether to swallow his pride in pursuit of pleasure or to hold out and suffer. Wally secretly hopes Kyle gives in fast, his own dick is starting to hurt from strain, he wants to put it in. Kyle was hotter than Wally thought he’d be, Wally had gotten to the point of his own dick is dripping pre-cum faster than he thought, and he hadn’t even taken his boxers off yet!

“Please!” Kyle finally breaks.

“Please what?” Wally pushes, riding the high of winning, seeing how far he could get Kyle to go.

Kyle bites his lower lip, glaring. He pushes at Wally’s hand again, trying to let Wally let go of his dick so he can finish.

“Please– please put it in!” Kyle mumbles, after he decides he can’t stand it any more, eyes glazed over as he looks at Wally with desperation in his expression.

If Wally knew Kyle looked this good with that face, he’d probably have done his ages ago. It beat looking at Kyle’s usual stupid expressions.

“Put what in?”

“For fuck’s sake! Please fuck me! Let me come, asshole!” Kyle snaps, making Wally chuckle.

Wally zips, tapping into speedforce to let go of Kyle, get out of his underwear, throw away the used condom, slip a new one on himself, lather it up with lube, and then grab Kyle again all in an instant.

It’s too fast for Kyle’s body to catch up, so Wally’s hand is back on his dick, preventing climax, before Kyle even knew Wally moved.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Wally chuckles. Kyle snaps to him, a retort on his lips, but Wally quickly silences Kyle by pushing into him.

It’s slow, by Wally’s standards, but apparently not by Kyle’s because his exclamation is just a little bit louder than it would be if Kyle were crying out in pure pleasure.

And, oh fuck.

That feels amazing.

“Wally!” Kyle demands.

Right. The other thing. Wally felt it was a shame, since he liked hearing Kyle beg, but he was a man of his word.

Wally releases his grip on Kyle’s dick, running his hands up the length as he does so.

The effect is immediate, Kyle’s body tenses, his hole clenching on Wally as white hot semen spills from Kyle’s tip.

Already being worked up, the extra stimulation as Kyle’s muscles convulse around Wally, as Kyle peaks, is enough to push Wally over the edge; and he hadn’t even gotten to move yet.

Wally is thankful for his near-nonexistant refractory period at this point. He’d made a promise to make sure Kyle couldn’t walk, so he had to make good on it. He’s out of Kyle, in a new condom, lubed up, and back in Kyle in an instant.

Kyle groans as his body catches up with the action, body still sensitive from having just climaxed.

“Fuck.” Kyle groans. “Wait a minute.”

“Sorry, Rayner, I promised to astonish, and I plan on living up to expectations.” Wally goads, wrapping his arms around Kyle’s waist and pulling him up. From lying down to sitting up, straddling Wally’s lap, Wally’s length was buried deeper.

“I can’t move like this.” Kyle observes.

“I know.” Wally answers, seemingly unbothered.

“That means you’ll be doing all the work.” Kyle says more plainly.

“That’s the point, sweet cheeks”

As Kyle opens his mouth to refute the awful nickname, Wally grips his waist, holding Kyle in place as he thrusts up.

Whatever Kyle had been planning to say is muffled by the sounds Wally pushes out of him with each thrust.

“S- sl- slow.. do-ah-down!” Kyle slurs between movements. He’s started getting hard again, rubbing against Wally.

His length is still sensitive, not having recovered. Each time his dick is pushed into Wally’s torso, following a thrust, sparks dance in Kyle’s vision. Wally’s only speeding up, driving the ‘too much’ feeling up even further.

Kyle can feel his self control slipping.

He’s clinging to Wally for dear life, hiccuping slightly as he feels Wally pushing deep into him. He swears it’s going all the way through him. It’s exhilarating.

“Enjoying yourself?” Wally teases, straight into Kyle’s ear.

Reminded of where he was, and how it’s still only round two, Kyle clings to his awareness, refusing to lose himself to the sensations just yet.

“You wish!” Kyle bites out.

“So more then?”

Kyle doesn’t have the luxury of answering, Wally is already wrapping his hand around Kyle’s length. It’s already slick from the extensive amount of pre-cum it’d been leaking, both before and now, so Wally’s hand glides up and down it with ease. Kyle bites back a groan, hands digging into Wally’s back.

“You gonna come in my hand Rayner?” Wally taunts again, purposely digging his thrusts into Kyle’s prostate.

Pleasure from the front and pleasure from the back send more sparks flying through Kyle’s head.

He’d just come but another load was being coaxed from him, far before he felt he was ready. He wanted to ask Wally to slow down again, but that might be seen as a concession. No way was he begging Wally for anything.

Wally’s grip grows tighter on Kyle’s waist. His hand may still be gripping Kyle’s length, but he was beginning to shift his focus more to his own pleasure, rather than Kyle’s, as he chased release. The only reason Wally’s hand still moved along Kyle’s length was due to the motion of Kyle’s body bobbing up and down in response to Wally’s thrusts.

Kyle peaked first, orgasm ripping through his entire body in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Kyle’s beginning to think he might have bit off more than he could chew.

Despite the spasm release caused in Kyle’s rear, Wally continued plunging forward, determined to push himself over the edge before he stopped. Even as Kyle went limp, leaning entirely on Wally, Wally continued on until he finally found release.

And, damn that was good.

Wally released Kyle’s dick from his grip, and Kyle let out a breath, whining slightly.

It took about ten seconds for Wally’s refractory period to end, and for him to be ready to go again.

Looking at Kyle’s flushed face, still out of it, Wally was once again struck with the urge to tease. He had a damn good idea of how he was gonna do it, too.

Wally zipped again, changing the condom, and being back inside Kyle in another instant. Kyle’s body spasmed slightly as it caught up with the motion. Wally was pleased to see how worked up he’d already managed to get Kyle. This would work out better, for Wally, then.

He supported Kyle’s weight while moving them back, secretly enjoying the whimpers the movement elicited from Kyle as Wally's length rubbed inside of him.

Wally leaned back against the headboard, guiding Kyle’s hands to rest on his shoulders. Kyle is straddling Wally, chest to chest with Kyle pretty much sitting on Wally's dick. With Wally under Kyle like this, it would give Wally a great view if Kyle sat up.

“Sweet cheeks” Wally calls. Kyle shoots him a glare. Wally takes it as a sign that Kyle still has enough energy to start, he takes Kyle’s length into his hands again. Kyle’s back arches, as he gasps, seemingly feeling it with his whole body.

Wally is purposefully light, keeping his touches brief and refusing to put any pressure on it. The fire in his groin lights as Kyle starts trembling, unable to control as his body becomes more and more desperate for proper touch.

His hips buck, as far as they can with Wally’s dick up his ass, chasing friction in Wally’s hand, but Wally is very careful to not allow any more pressure than he deems good.

“Wally!” Kyle manages to groan.

“Yes?” Wally asks with a coy smile.

“You– !” Kyle tries to scold, only to get cut off by Wally increasing the pressure for a moment as he drags his thumb along the tip. He releases the phallus immediately, pulling a sob from Kyle.

“You were saying?” Wally asks again, fingering the tip slightly this time.

“Mmph!” Kyle’s voice gets caught in his throat.

Wally takes his time this round, deciding to work Kyle back up slowly. He moves extra slow, thrusting at a snail’s pace as he drags his length along Kyle’s walls. He inches out slightly, then pushes back in, leaving himself mostly buried as deep as he can be in Kyle. With his hands, he ghosts touches along Kyle’s length, adding pressure at random, and watching as Kyle’s dick gets harder and harder with each touch.

“Please!” Kyle cries after Wally pushed Kyle’s hands away from touching himself for the third time.

Wally pauses, leaving his hand around Kyle, still barely touching him.

Kyle whimpers at the loss of movement.

“Why’d you stop?” He demands, voice hoarse.

“If you want it, then you should help.” Wally says innocently, he wouldn’t mind if Kyle begs for it again, either, but Wally wanted to push Kyle a certain way right now.

Kyle moves his hands again, wanting to push himself to release, but Wally doesn’t move his own hand, making it impossible for Kyle to jack himself off. His face grows sour, Wally simply smirks up at him.

At the sudden loss of movement, no matter how slow it’d been before, Kyle is uncomfortable.

He wants to come, he wants to chase the pleasure he’d been cut off from. He shifts, feeling Wally’s dick pressed up against his prostate.

Unable to find release in the front, Kyle can only choose the back. He plants his knees and feet a bit more firmly from where they straddle Wally and pushes himself up.

He nearly falls forward again, hand landing on Wally’s chest. He can feel Wally’s heart beating.

Kyle comes down again, pushing Wally’s length back inside him. As it hits his prostate another wave of pleasure rolls over him, so he does it again. Up and down, pushing Wally’s dick in and out. He’s all but forgotten the sound of skin on skin that’s echoing in the room at the motion.

“My dick that good?” Wally smirks. Kyle glares, but can’t find it in himself to stop. The pleasure is too addicting and Wally won’t let him jack himself off, so Kyle simply bites his tongue.

Kyle speeds up the closer he gets to release. His thighs have started cramping but his brain is shoving that to the side in favor of chasing an orgasm.

Wally’s breathing is heavier too, groaning every time Kyle moves himself down Wally’s shaft. Unconsciously, he’s tightened his grip on Kyle’s length.

Unable to stand Wally’s arrogant smirk any longer, Kyle leans forward, pressing his lips to Wally’s and plunging his tongue straight in.

The added breathlessness a kiss causes in addition to the physical exertion of sex, both men are lightheaded. The lack of oxygen makes them all tingly, further serving as stimulation that pushes them both over the edge in another climax.

Kyle falls to the side, after release, whimpering slightly as Wally pulls out. Wally discards the used condom and picks up another one, but doesn’t put it on.

“You up for another round? I can still go but you look pretty beat.” Wally comments.

Kyle glares up at him, his pride summoning energy that Kyle didn’t realize he had.

“Please, I’ll be on my feet in two hours, you’ve barely done what you boasted.” Kyle snaps back, voice scratchy.

“Works for me.” Wally shrugs, coaxing Kyle back onto his back, and settling between his legs again.

“Right now!?” Kyle exclaims before he can stop himself.

“Can’t handle it?” Wally asks. Kyle’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance. He pushes himself up, pure spite fueling him as he hooks his arm around Wally’s neck and pulls Wally’s face down.

Kyle pulls Wally closer, crashing their lips together with a bit too much force as he goes straight for Wally’s tongue. Wally kisses back, one arm sliding under Kyle to hold him steady as the other runs down Kyle’s side.

It sends a rush through Kyle, leaving a tingling sensation where Wally had just touched. As they part for air, Kyle doesn’t let go of Wally’s neck, liking the feeling of Wally’s breath on his skin.

Kyle groans as he feels Wally pushing in again, fresh condom already in place.

“Don’t you dare tease me this time.” Kyle growls as he keeps Wally close. It feels as if keeping Wally in a hold will prevent him from the mischief he got up to in their last round.

“No promises.” Wally slams his hips forward, pushing in all at once and pushing the air out of Kyle’s lungs.

Thankfully, this time Wally goes a reasonable pace, not excruciatingly slow like before, sending pleasure blossoming all throughout Kyle again.

It takes longer this time for them both to reach peak, with Wally going through two condoms before Kyle finally gets there again. Kyle is starting to wonder if they really will end up going through all the condoms.

Wally pulls on the next one slowly, mercifully allowing Kyle a bit of time to recover after that last orgasm. It’s coming more clear than white now. Kyle doesn’t think he’ll be able to come again, but he refuses to back down from Wally either.

And, that refusal, testing boundaries, is one of the things making Kyle so horny. When he feels Wally pushing his thigh to the side he pauses.

“Wait!” He says, recognizing how bad his voice sounds. Wally does pause, looking at him with confusion. “I need more of a break, come here, I’ll suck you off for this one.”

“Excuse me?” Wally blinks in surprise.

“What? Never gotten head before?” Kyle replies snarkily, gesturing again for Wally to come to him. He’s starting to worry that Wally really might have taken his legs out for the next few days. They certainly wouldn’t work now.

Wally looks a bit hesitant, but ends up complying. Kyle drags himself forward, ending up leaning on Wally’s thighs as he grabs ahold of Wally’s dick. Wally groans at the contact. Kyle gives another squeeze in retaliation for being so tired out, before bringing it over to his mouth.

“I don’t need you to– grk!” Wally grunts as Kyle shoves the whole thing in, feeling it push into his throat. “Kyle!”

Kyle ignores Wally’s exclamation. Wally’s fingers were tangled in Kyle’s hair, if he wanted Kyle to move he’d be pushing Kyle off. Right now, it felt more like Wally was trying to hold on.

The rubber is a bit awkward so Kyle pulls back, peeling the thin material from Wally’s length and tossing it to the side before going right back in.

He runs his tongue up Wally’s length, enjoying the way it twitches in his mouth as well as the way Wally shifts above him. It was satisfying to finally be able to get a little revenge for the way Wally’d been behaving thus far.

Kyle adds a bit more pressure, sucking the shaft slightly as he probes it with his tongue. Wally breathes in sharply. Kyle pulls back, raising himself off the top and teasing the tip with his tongue. He laps at the slit, brushing his teeth over the skin slightly.

Wally’s grip tightens and Kyle is half worried Wally’s going to tear his hair out. He decides that’s a price he might just have to pay in order to get back at Wally. He’d let the speedster run loose for too long.

Kyle swallows the whole thing again, bobbing his head slightly as he works Wally up further. Now, Wally’s hands are keeping Kyle’s head in place; a telltale sign that Kyle was winding him up properly.

He can feel the pre-cum running down his throat, echoes of the salty flavor reaching him, but not enough to make him gag.

Then Wally is cumming, spilling hot seed down Kyle’s throat. Kyle swallows it. It’s easier than letting himself choke on it and coughing it all back up. He’d only wished Wally had given him a bit more of a warning.

Kyle pulls back, letting Wally’s dick fall to the side, it hits Wally’s thigh with a wet smack.

The time it took for Kyle to make Wally cum was enough time for him to recover slightly. He sits up, giving Wally’s thigh a reassuring pat. Wally’s still dazed, staring at Kyle with a strange expression, focusing particularly on Kyle’s mouth.

“Ready to call it?” Kyle teases, though he wouldn’t be opposed to stopping. He was already more than satisfied.

“In your dreams.” Wally retorts, already pushing Kyle to lay back down. Kyle registers a gust of wind before he feels Wally pushing one of Kyle’s legs back again. A glance down informs Kyle that Wally’s already ready for another round and has a new condom on. How many do they have left? Kyle doesn’t remember. Maybe if they go through them all, Kyle can boast that Wally didn’t live up to expectations.

“Undid all of my hard work.” Wally grumbles pushing against Kyle’s entrance.

“What hard work?” Kyle raises his eyebrow.

“You couldn’t even talk properly a few minutes ago.” Wally scoffs.

“And you think you did that?”

“Who else?”

Kyle didn’t grace that with a response, instead giving Wally his most skeptical gaze, eyes brimming with doubt. Wally scoffed, pushing the rest of the way in more aggressively in retaliation.

“No problem, I’m nothing if not perseverant sweet cheeks.” Wally chuckles, still holding Kyle’s leg up.

“You– ohhh!” Kyle stutters, words getting cut off as Wally vibrates inside of him. He doesn’t stop thrusting though, using his other arm to hold Kyle’s hips in place as he pushes forward.

“You– hah– are such–..mnph– an ass!” Kyle grumbles between his expressions of pleasure.

“Tell me that again when I’m not in yours,” Wally grunted, voice strained due to the physical exertion of maintaining a semi-normal pace and keeping his vibrations just gentle enough not to cause any damage.

The friction generated stimulated Wally just as much as it stimulated Kyle, especially with Kyle’s walls clamping down on Wally in response to the buzzing. Wally’d talked big, so he couldn’t let himself finish without pushing Kyle over.

He sets Kyle’s leg down, using his newly freed, vibrating, hand to grab Kyle’s length.

Kyle lets out a noise in between a choking and a sob at the sudden stimulation to his penis, his hole spasming around Wally again. Kyle curses, hips bucking into Wally’s hands unconsciously, chasing more.

Wally was tempted to try and make Kyle beg for it, but he was about to cum himself and it’d be more embarrassing to do so when he was trying to get Kyle to break.

He’d put it off until next time.

Before he could pause and consider the possibility of a next time, pleasure explodes from his groin and washes through the rest of Wally’s body as he finishes for the however-many-th time that night. Kyle follows a moment later, the liquid coming out more clear than white.

Wally pauses, to recover, but a pause for Wally was less than an instant for everyone else. He blurs, switching the condom out and going right back to vibrating inside of Kyle.

Kyle is loud now, likely unable to hear himself as Wally doesn’t let up even knowing Kyle just came. He can’t help himself, he likes the way it’s making Kyle tremble again.

Wally leans forward, locking their lips and muffling Kyle’s whimpering as he picks up his pace again, buzzing hand still wrapped tight over Kyle’s dick. No matter how Kyle angles his hips, there’s no escape from the stimulation.

Suddenly, Kyle’s head snaps back, his eyes going slightly wide.

“Wa-ah, ally,” He slurs, “st-, you- I need to–

Hearing Kyle attempting to say something, Wally moves to pause, but it's too late to stop whatever Kyle was mumbling about as he can feel Kyle’s dick pulsating in his palm at the same time that Kyle practically screams.

Clear fluid spills from the tip, running down the shaft and over Wally’s fingers. It didn’t have nearly enough force to be a full ejaculation.

Curiosity triumphing over rationality, Wally runs his hands up and down Kyle’s length, gently jerking the other man off. He watches as each movement up pushes another glop of clear fluid from the head.

“Fuck! You win! Let go!” Kyle yells, squirming under Wally. Wally immediately drops Kyle’s length. It takes him a second to remember what Kyle is referring to when he said Wally won. Once he does remember, a very self satisfied smirk crosses his face.

“Admitting defeat so easily?”

“Easily!?” Kyle exclaims, “That vibrating is cheating.”

“I’ve never met anyone who got with a speedster and didn’t like the vibrating.” Wally asserts, riding the highs of both having forced Kyle to admit defeat and several really good orgasms.

“Shit, I really might not be able to walk tomorrow.” Kyle mutters, running his hands over his face as he catches his breath. Wally waits for him this time.

“What are you still doing in me? I admitted defeat.” Kyle asks after a minute.

“You seemed to enjoy my dick so much, I thought I’d let you warm it a bit longer.”

“Oh, shut up.” Kyle flushes another shade darker at the words, more likely his shame at having admitted defeat playing a hand in his embarrassment.

“Another round?”

“I’ll die if I cum again.”

“I’ll take that as I’ve done a good job then.” Wally snickers and Kyle glares again.

Wally moves to pull out, slowly moving his hips back when Kyle’s back arches and he moans at the movement.

“Careful!” Kyle snaps.

“I was being careful!”

Kyle pauses. It’s clear he wants to say something, but is giving Wally weird looks instead.

“What? Say it if you’ve got something to say!” Wally pulls another little bit out, making Kyle flinch, inhale sharply, then a visible shudder runs all the way up his body.

“One more time.” Kyle concedes.

“What?”

“You go one more time, but once you cum we stop.” Kyle pants, his hole shifting around the half of Wally’s length still inside him.

Wally freezes, then breaks into a wide smirk, “You should have just said so if you wanted more, sweet cheeks, no need to be ashamed between people who’ve slept together.”

“Shut up!” Kyle snaps.

Wally pushed the rest of the way back in, finding the groan it gets out of Kyle to be incredibly pleasing. It strokes his ego, and Wally liked that.

Wally presses their lips together before Kyle can open his mouth to retaliate. If he knew this was all it took to get Kyle to shut up, he’d have done it sooner.

It doesn’t end up being just one other round, and as promised, Kyle could not walk properly the next morning.