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Happy Harbour was hot that day. Hotter than usual for being so late in the summer. The scent of a fall chill should be lingering subtly, but all Wally could smell was warmth and sunlight, tempered by the salty cool of the ocean breeze and the waves that lapped gently around him as he floated. It was so late in the summer, in fact, that September and the start of a new school year were just around the corner. It was like the world was giving him one last amazing day before he had to start juggling between school and home and missions and the base - and his mind was spinning just from thinking about it, which was something because he was a speedster.
Wally flipped in the water so he was no longer bobbing around on his back and let his legs sink slowly until he was upright. The world had aligned ( ... )
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A quick shake of his head, too fast for most people to see and Barry forced his eyes to focus on something else - anything else, because this was his nephew, and Barry was married. His eyes snapped back as a new movement caught the corner of his eye and he turned in time to see Wally dive under, his bottom protruding from the water for one glorious half-moment, swim trunks wet and clinging and oh God, he’s going to hell for these thoughts he shouldn’t be having, shouldn’t be having... He was sweating now and not just from the hot day as a head of bright hair - bright even when wet and trailing and ( ... )
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And this was wrong, so very, very wrong, but he couldn’t stop - or was it wouldn’t? It didn’t really matter, because his nephew’s mouth was warm and wet when he pushed his tongue into it and pulled Wally as close as he could in the water, even though the stupid waves were making their bodies bob apart every few seconds. Seconds that felt like years until Wally’s legs locked around his hips and the boy moaned and pushed his tongue up to curl around Barry’s own.
The loud moan cut through Barry’s hazy thoughts for a moment, long enough for his super-speed brain to realize that they were on the beach in broad daylight in front of Mount Justice where anyone could see them, hear them. But then Wally ground his hips into Barry and the thoughts were gone, because League be ( ... )
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“Please, please yes, need, please. Yes. Need need. MOVE!” The last word of Wally’s jumbled litany was shouted, a demand that echoed in Barry’s ear and sent a rush of energy down his spine until his hips jerked and Wally moaned desperately. Sucking in a quick breath, Barry pulled his hips back as far as he could while sitting in the sand, gripping Wally’s hips tightly and lifting, then drove them back up, shuddering from the friction and Wally’s hands digging into his hair, clenching at the damp blonde strands ( ... )
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Barry/Wally is a weakness, and I loved the way Barry completely fell apart in this story and knew what he was doing was wrong...but he did it anyway. :)
I am joining Barry in that special hell. :)
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Wally and Barry's sudden desperation is exactly how I picture this ship. And the Batman appearance at the end - haha, Barry, of course he knows.. - was very cute.
*sends you lots of affection* Thank you, anon!
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