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“Psst! Hey, dude! Wake up!”
“Hnrgh?” Wally replied intelligently, blinking groggily – until very quickly he remembered that he was the Flash and there were a bunch of really-bad-no-good reasons someone might be waking him up in the middle of the night. He sat up in a rush, panicked. “Waitwhat’sgoingonistherean—”
He froze when he registered that the person in the room with him was himself. Or rather, herself. The girl version of the Flash was perched on the edge of his bed.
“—emergency,” he finished lamely. He blinked. “Um. Hi?”
Girl Flash smirked at him. “Hi. Nice bedhead.”
He scowled. “Shut up,” he said, which only made her grin wider. For some reason, she was wearing a superhero costume that definitely wasn’t the Flash costume. It was a lot skimpier than the one she’d been wearing when she came to the Watchtower: this was a long-sleeved leotard with a super high leg cut out (hot), a kind of v-neck boob window (hot) and thigh high boots (also hot). Also it was definitely not red, which was super off-brand for either of them. Instead it was black, with light blue accents and…huh, and a familiar emblem across the chest…
Wally blinked. Was that a Nightwing costume?
While Wally was still wrapping his brain around that – and also trying not to stare disrespectfully at all the skin she was flashing, because even if she was technically him she was still a girl and he wasn’t rude – she went on: “Sorry for freaking you out. I should have known you wouldn’t be chill about being woken up like that, considering I wouldn’t be chill about being woken up like that.”
Wally just shrugged. The adrenaline had long since faded. “Nah, s’cool. I figure if you’re here, you’ve got a good reason to be doing it. I mean you’re not crossing dimensions just to hang out, right?”
A familiar look crossed her face. It was the face Wally made when he had to tell someone, usually someone important, that he was not going to be living up to their expectations today or maybe ever. “Um.”
“Wait,” Wally said slowly. “Are you… I mean… You really came here just to hang out?”
The look intensified. “Well. Like. Kinda?”
Wally let out a whistle. “Duuude. I feel like you’re not supposed to do that. I know there aren’t explicit rules about a lot of this stuff, but. I feel like if the speed force came with a manual, it would say, don’t use your crazy speed force powers to visit other dimensions for shits and giggles. Like, I feel like it would be somewhere in there for sure.”
She scowled. Or attempted to scowl; on her it looked more like a pout. Shit, did his manly scowls look like pouts too? “Ugh, shut up, I know! But it’ll be fine, I’m not gonna do anything in this dimension. Aside from, you know, being here.”
“Okay?” Wally said, frowning. “I mean I guess that makes it better but, uhhh…why?”
“Um. I think it would be easier if I explained the background first.”
“...Is there a lot of background?”
“Nah, not really! Believe it or not, this was kind of an impulse decision. See, I was just at a Titans reunion. We were staying over at the Tower like old times, and we ended up playing a bunch of the games we did as teenagers, like Truth or Dare. And then Ruby was all like—”
“Wait, Ruby?” he interrupted.
She frowned. “Oh, right, different names. Uh, Speedy? Arsenal? Can I finish my story now?”
“Give me a second,” Wally said, and took a moment to picture Roy as a girl called Ruby. He absolutely could not do it. Wow, crazy. “Okay, sure, go ahead.”
“Cool! Anyway, so Ruby asks me: if you could have sex with your clone, would you?”
“Not a very creative question,” Wally noted.
She brightened. “Yeah, that’s what I said! Like, that’s practically mainstream. So unoriginal.”
“And it’s not even that interesting ‘cause, like, if you’re totally straight then what’s the appeal? I’d just be having sex with a dude that looked like me.”
“Exactly!”
“So you told Roy—uh, Ruby that?”
“Obviously,” she said. “But then I got to thinking. What if it was your clone but, you know…not gay?”
She looked up at Wally then. Wally stared back for a long moment, as the implications of what she’d just said sank in.
Her presence in his bedroom suddenly felt a whole lot different.
“Oh,” he said hoarsely. “Okay. So you thought you’d just…”
“Hop across dimensions to see if you’d be down?” She shot him a crooked smile. “Yeah, kinda. Although I was pretty sure you would be down since, you know. You’re me.”
And, well. It wasn’t like she was wrong. If a male Wally had come from another dimension and proposed the same thing, he wouldn’t have been into it at all – that would have felt totally weird, for multiple reasons. But crucially, girl-him was a girl. She looked a lot like him, sure, but still different enough that it didn’t feel like he was looking in the mirror. And she was definitely cute too, if that wasn’t weird to say about kinda-himself, slender and soft-skinned with perky little boobs peeking out over her low neckline. Wally had never been the biggest fan of his own red hair and freckles, but on a girl they were actually kinda pretty. So:
“Yeah, okay,” he said.
She blinked. “Oh, for real? Just like that? I thought I’d have to, like, seduce you a little.” Her mouth twisted in a frown. “Wait, hold up. Was it that easy to get laid this whole time?”
Wally shrugged. “I dunno what it’s like where you’re from, but in this world I think most guys would say yeah if a cute girl just straight up asked. Although, uh, maybe don’t break into their rooms in the middle of night. Might be coming on a little strong for anyone else.”
“Huh,” she said. “Wow, okay, noted. Gotta try that. I haven’t exactly had much luck with that side of things lately.”
“Dry spell, huh?” he said sympathetically.
She sighed. “Yeah. Like, Sahara dry. You?”
“Atacama.”
She winced. “Oof.”
“Yeah. Just as well we can fix that tonight, then, huh?” he said, shifting to sit up more comfortably. Her eyes dipped to his bare chest, and he grinned. “So you were gonna seduce me, huh? What would that look like?”
She huffed out a laugh. “Ha, I honestly don’t know. I figured I’d just wing it and it would be fine. For starters, I tried to dress hot.”
“You definitely do look hot,” Wally agreed; she looked unsubtly pleased. “But why a Nightwing costume?”
She shrugged. “Well, when I was trying to think of hot women – for seduction inspiration, obviously – she was the first one that came to mind. Guys always seem to like her. Including you, when I showed you her picture. I figured it would help convince you.”
Wally had to admit it was a pretty sound strategy. After all, Girl Dick was crazy hot. It must be some kind of universal constant, because Boy Dick was also hot, which wasn’t weird for Wally to say or think because it was just objectively true. Girl Dick was just as pretty as the boy version, perfect symmetrical features and twinkling blue eyes and a slightly mischievous smile; but unlike the boy version, her body was banging in a very feminine way. Dick’s lean muscles and slim waist had a very different kind of appeal with the wondrous addition of boobs and curves.
Maybe he should have felt awkward thinking about how hot Girl Dick was, considering Dick was his best friend. But, well, hot was hot. Wally didn’t make the rules.
Girl Flash shifted, a little tentatively, to kneel rather than sit on the bed, so Wally could get a proper look. “Her actual uniform isn’t this…well, slutty. This is just a cheap Halloween costume. I thought about borrowing one of her spares, but I figured she would be pretty mad if she found out what I used it for. And anyway, I don’t think I’d fill it out as well as she does, if you know what I mean.” She gestured to herself, the modest but perky breasts, the slim waist, the long muscled legs exposed by the high cut of the bodysuit. “I figured I should play to my strengths instead, you know?”
“Right,” Wally said distantly. In this new position, he could see the crease of skin where thigh met hip, completely exposed in her costume. Fuck, that was hot. Why was that so hot?
Belatedly, he realized he’d been staring at her like a total creep for…wow, way too long. He felt himself flush and tore his eyes away. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to…uh…”
“It’s cool,” she mumbled. She was also turning red. “I mean, that’s kinda the point of this, right? And it’s not like I don’t wanna…”
There was a fraction of a second of hesitation, brief enough that only a speedster or maybe Superman would be able to clock it. And then, with a look of determination, she shuffled forwards and threw her leg over Wally’s lap, still covered by the bedsheets. Settled her warm weight on Wally’s thighs, eyes trailing down his chest, and brought her hands up, like she wanted to touch him. Paused.
“Can I?” she asked, a little breathlessly, hands hovering awkwardly in the air between them. Wally just nodded, and she reached forward to lay her palms on his chest, dragged them down along his bare skin, tracing along the ridges of muscle. Her hands were slim and dextrous, ever so slightly more tanned than the blindingly pale skin of Wally’s stomach. Wally had to suppress a shudder as she slid them back up, thumbs tracing the underside of his pecs.
“Oh wow,” she breathed. “Dude, you’re seriously, like…so ripped.”
“I’m really not,” Wally said. Because he wasn’t, comparatively. Batman was ripped. Superman was ripped. Hell, Diana had way bigger arms than him, and she was a girl – although also, you know, a literal goddess, so Wally didn’t let that bother him.
“Nah, you totally are. You’re not huge, but you’re so toned. I wish my abs looked like yours.” She nodded to herself, eyes still tracing along his chest and stomach, bottom lip tugged between her teeth. “Mm. Yeah. Not bad, me.”
“Oh,” Wally said, feeling pleased – probably a little too pleased, given that he was literally getting complimented by himself. “Thanks.”
Her hands shifted up to his nipples, pinched one gently between forefinger and thumb and then softly flicked it with the back of her fingernail. Wally made a small (but still manly!) noise at that, and she grinned. “You’re sensitive there, huh?”
Wally bit his lip. He’d heard that some girls thought it was gross when guys liked having their nipples touched, but… “Uh…yeah. Kinda.”
“Ooh, that’s hot,” she said approvingly. So clearly honesty had been the best policy. She repeated the motion again, more confidently this time, and Wally let out a gasp. “I figured you would be. I’m sensitive there too. It’s pretty convenient that I can just do what works on myself, huh?”
A mental image of her touching herself the way she was touching Wally sprang to mind and yeah, he had to agree, that was pretty hot. His hands twitched against the mattress. “So if you like that too, can I touch yours?”
“Oh.” She looked away, suddenly self-conscious. “There’s…I mean, I don’t exactly have much to work with.”
“Hey, yours are definitely bigger than mine. And you were still having fun, right?”
She snorted out a laugh. “Oh yeah. Good point I guess.”
She looked a little more confident now. Tentatively, Wally brought his hands up to her waist, ran his thumbs across the barely-there indentations of her ribs. “So. Can I?”
“Sure,” she mumbled. It wasn't the greenest or glowingest of green lights, but Wally recognized that particular blend of nervous-but-excited from himself, so he didn’t hesitate to slide his hands up to her breasts. They fit neatly in just the palm of his hand, and when he gently pushed them up and squeezed they made a little half-cleavage in the boob window on her costume.
God, boobs were so great. How were they so fun to touch? So endlessly hot? He could probably do this for hours and not get bored – and Wally could get bored pretty quick, so that was saying a lot. He tweaked her nipples and she let out this cute little gasp which only made touching her more fun.
“Just so you know,” Wally said, because it felt important that she knew this, “big boobs are great and all, but all boobs are pretty great. A lot of guys feel like that. You don’t need to feel self-conscious or anything.”
Another pinch and flick, and she shivered in his lap. “O-oh, that’s…good to know, actually. I was kinda jealous of Ricky when we were growing up, because hers were always bigger. And she’s younger than me! Like, how is that fair?”
Wally thought back to catching glimpses of Dick in the showers when they were still in the Titans together and agreed, “It’s really not sometimes, huh?” He let his hands explore lower again, skating down along her slim, toned waist to her softer hips as his thoughts drifted back to the pictures he’d seen of ‘Ricky’. “Yeah, they're…well, it feels like there's no respectful way to say she's got a great rack, but. Yeah.”
She sighed. “Yeah, I know. Even I think they’re hot. It’s like—” She cut off on another sigh as he brought his hands back to her breasts, this one a lot more pleased. “God. I’d forgotten how good it feels when someone else does this. Really, you’re killing it, man.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“For sure. Could you maybe focus on—”
Before she could finish, he was already pinching and flicking her nipples, just the way she’d done to him. She broke off on a moaned, “Oh, yeah, that,” head tipping back as she strained into his touch, wriggling in his lap.
Wally was suddenly very aware that he was hard. He’d been hard for a while – he was pretty much on a hair-trigger, after all – but it was getting harder and harder to think about things that weren’t grinding that hardness against the cute girl in his lap. Or maybe even asking her to grind against it herself. Was that a weird thing to just ask outright? He was sure someone with more game than him would probably be more seductive about it, but every time Wally tried to be seductive, the girl he was trying to seduce told him he sounded like an asshole.
But in this case, he probably could just ask. She’d probably even say yes, since he would totally say yes if she asked him that, and he wouldn’t think it was weird at all either. Yeah. Yeah! It would be fine! He should totally just ask—
Before he could, she shifted her weight forwards, rolling against him, and it felt so so so good and hot that Wally couldn’t help but groan. It was like she’d read his mind. Man, having sex with himself was kinda awesome.
“Wow,” she said, rolling her hips again, “you’re so hard. That’s because of me?”
“Well,” Wally said sensibly, “you are the only other person here. I don’t see who else it could be for.”
“Neat.” Her eyes flickered down to his mouth, and she swallowed. “Hey, so. Would kissing be weird? Since we’re the same person and all.”
“Um.” He considered this, eyes flickering down to her mouth too. He wondered how long it had been since he last kissed someone. “Well, uh. Maybe a little.”
“Hm, yeah. It would, right?”
“Yeah,” Wally agreed, and paused. “But…”
“But?”
“But, when you think about it,” he said. “Not weirder than having sex with yourself.”
“True. And also…”
“Also?”
“Also,” she said, still looking at his mouth, “wouldn’t it be weirder to have sex and, like. Not kiss?”
“You are so right,” he said emphatically and kissed her. She opened up for him immediately, slotting their mouths together. Unsurprisingly, it turned out she liked a lot of the same things he did. It was honestly pretty informative. It felt like unlocking some kind of good-at-kissing hack, to have someone kiss him like he kissed other people and know first-hand what that felt like. Obviously, it wasn’t exactly the same: she was smaller than him, and softer, but he’d guess the experience would translate pretty well. At the end of the day, a tongue was a tongue.
It didn’t take long for them to learn exactly how to make each other lose themselves in it. Very quickly, she was moaning against him, pressing in close, hands roaming along his shoulders and gripping his hair, grinding down on his dick like it felt as good for her as it did for him. Wally let his hands wander. Playing with her nipples again. Gripping the narrow curve of her waist to pull her closer. Sliding his thumbs under the elastic edging of her costume to feel her stomach beneath. She wriggled against him encouragingly and he dragged that touch lower and lower, until he could feel fine pubic hair – and it shouldn’t have been a shock that she wasn’t wearing panties under her barely-there costume, but the knowledge still set something alight deep in his gut.
Wally was starting to feel very impatient. He scooped her close and rolled them over. She went with it eagerly, tugged him down into another messy kiss and reached down to tug at his waistband. He took the hint and knelt up to wrangle his own boxers off.
Predictably, her eyes immediately dropped between his legs. “Ooh, nice dick,” she noted appreciatively.
“Thanks!” he replied and shuffled back between her thighs. He ran the flat of his hand over her torso, tracing the Nightwing emblem. “So, uh…do you wanna take this off?”
She glanced down at the path his hand was tracing over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “I feel like you want me to keep it on.”
He grinned sheepishly. “I mean…yeah, kinda.”
She grinned back, sly and a little mischievous. “Then I’ll keep it on. See?” She reached down to the crotch of her costume and delicately tugged it aside, shamelessly revealing herself, visibly wet, almost dripping with it. “We can just do it like this.”
Wally stared at her. “Whoa,” he said.
“Whoa?”
“Yeah, whoa. That thing you just did? It was, like, super hot.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, for real?”
Wally nodded. “For real. Like, I wanted to fuck you before, but now I really wanna fuck you.”
“Awesome,” she said. “Okay, gotta try that again sometime. Thanks, man. I feel like I’m learning a lot tonight.”
“You’re welcome.” He let his hand trail down lower to feel the wetness between her legs. He brushed his thumb lightly over her clit; her hips jerked upwards and she made an amazing noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
Mm, yeah. This was gonna be awesome.
“Hey,” she gasped out as he kept stroking her, wriggling against his touch, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m kinda ready to go already. You don’t have to do all that. You can just go for it.”
“Right,” Wally said, a little relieved. He really, really wanted to be inside her already, but he knew girls usually liked more foreplay, so he’d held back. He should have known she would be just as impatient as him. “Okay. Let me just…”
It only took a few seconds to locate and put on a condom, but a few seconds when he was already this turned on felt like hours. His cock was already aching by the time he positioned himself. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. She looked as excited as Wally felt. He wondered what it would feel like for her, since she’d been on his wavelength for so much of this already. Did it feel different getting fucked, a different kind of pleasure? Maybe he should ask her…
…Her. Huh.
“Hey,” Wally said, “so this is maybe a little late, but. What’s your name?”
She blinked up at him, for a moment uncomprehending. Then, her face split into a grin. “Oh my god. We never exchanged names, did we?”
Wally grinned back. “We didn't!”
“This whole time, I’ve just been thinking of you as ‘Boy Flash’ without realizing it.”
“And I’ve been thinking of you as ‘Girl Flash’. I nearly put my dick inside you before we got to that point.”
“You did! Whoa, we’ve really done this in the wrong order, huh?” She giggled and stuck out her hand for a mock handshake. “Anyway, uhhhh… Nice to meet you, I guess. My name’s Wally.”
Wally didn't shake her hand. “Uh. Did you say Wally?”
“Yeah! Well, my real name’s Wallis, which is just…” She made a face. “So yeah, I go by Wally instead.”
“Wally,” he repeated.
“Yeah, that’s what I— Oh.” Her smile faltered. “Is it…I mean, I know it’s kind of a boyish nickname. Is that, like…weird for you?”
“No no,” he said quickly, “that’s not it. I mean, uh, it is a little weird for me because—I mean, it’s just that my name is also, um.” He bit his lip. “Wally.”
She stared at him. “Wally,” she repeated.
“Yeah. Wallace, technically, but, you know.” He made a face.
“Huh,” she said slowly. “Wally.” Her eyes were wide.
There was an awkward silence. Wally, whose dick was maybe a half inch from literally being inside her, started to feel super awkward about that fact. He sat back on his heels.
Maybe they should have expected something like this would happen.
“So,” Wally began hesitantly, “is it just me, or does this suddenly feel a little, uh…”
“Weird?” she finished sheepishly.
He sighed. “Yeah. A little.”
She sighed too. “Yeah. It was one thing when we just looked pretty similar, but if even our names are the same… Am I supposed to call you that?”
Wally tried to imagine calling out his own name at the height of orgasm while staring at almost-his-own face. He grimaced. “Yeah, uh, please don’t.”
“This must happen to gay people all the time,” she said forlornly. “I wonder if it's weird for them too.”
“Maybe? I mean I don't know any couples, gay or straight, with the same name. Like Alex and Alex.”
‘Or Sam and Sam,” she agreed. “Yeah. Maybe they don’t even start dating. Like it feels weird enough to be a turn off from the jump.”
“Maybe,” he agreed forlornly.
They lapsed into a contemplative silence. And then, at the same time:
“So does that mean you wanna…”
“I mean if it's too weird we can…”
“...stop,” they both finished together.
There was a weighty pause. She bit her lip. “Uh. Do you? Wanna stop, I mean.”
“God no,” Wally blurted out, “I am so pumped to put my penis in someone right now.”
Below him, she sagged in relief. “Oh thank god. I really, really didn't wanna stop. I cannot tell you how ready I am to have actual, real-life sex again.” She grimaced. “But, like…it's still a little weird, huh?”
“Yeah, a little. But what if we just think about something else?” he suggested. “You know, pretend each other are different people? Roleplay it.”
“Oh,” she said. Her eyes widened. “Oh! Dude, you're a genius!”
“It's been said before,” he agreed.
“That would totally make it less weird, wouldn't it?” She wriggled down the bed towards him, encouraging. He took the hint and lined himself up again. “Hey, I’m already dressed the part. You could totally pretend I’m Ricky.”
He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I totally could!”
“For real though! Just imagine I’ve got her boobs, and butt, and…and shiny hair, and perfect tan…mm, fuck—”
She broke off on a gasp as he slowly entered her. Wally totally agreed with the sentiment. God, she felt incredible. It had been so long since he’d done this that he’d nearly forgotten how awesome pussies were. Now it was all coming back. They were basically the best thing ever, so warm and soft and tight around his dick, good enough that he had to bite back a loud and embarrassing moan as he slowly slid inside to the hilt. If he wasn’t wearing the condom, he thought with some embarrassment, he might have cum already.
It took him a moment to gather his thoughts enough to reply. “Mm, so I should call you Ricky?”
“Sure. It’s better than calling each other Wally, right?” He rolled his hips experimentally, and she sighed happily. “Oooh, yeah that’s…that’s good. Call me Ricky. And I’ll call you…”
“Dick?”
“Dick!” she agreed with a breathless little laugh. “Hi, Dick. Just FYI, if you wanted to, like, get things going…” She wriggled a little in encouragement, sending bright starbursts of sensation up his spine. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Neat,” he breathed, pulled his hips back and started fucking her in earnest. She let out a loud groan as he picked up the pace, and so did he, because it was really just so…wow. Just really wow. It had been way too long since he’d done this, felt this amazing pressure and friction and softness and wetness and oh-god-yesness. He screwed his eyes shut and tried very hard to think about thoughts that weren’t cumming immediately. It wasn’t easy.
“God, they’d look so good together,” she blurted out suddenly.
His eyes blinked open in surprise. “Who? Dick and Ricky?”
“Uh.” Her face was flushed and her eyes were hazy with pleasure, but she still clearly looked a little embarrassed. “Yeah? Look, that just—sorry, I talk a lot. I can shut up, I wasn’t trying to kill the vibe—”
“Nah, you’re good,” Wally said cheerfully, still keeping up a brisk tempo. “I talk a lot too. The vibe is alive and well.”
The embarrassment melted back into pleasure. “Oh, duh. Right, I forgot you’re me. Well, I was just thinking about…”
“Dick and Ricky?”
“Yeah. Like—if we’re roleplaying them, then it’s like they’re banging each other. And isn’t that just…”
“Really hot to think about?” Wally finished. “I mean…yeah. Yeah.” In fact, he could picture it all too easily. Dick’s strong hands wrapped around Ricky’s waist as he fucked her, her full breasts shaking with the force of his thrusts. Her long, inky-black hair would spill prettily out over the pillow. Dick would complement her perfectly, both of them long and lean and tan and gorgeous, like something straight out of a porno. Normally in porn he focused on the woman, but the idea of Dick specifically being there too was…strangely appealing?
Wally didn’t know how to say any of that in a way that didn’t sound super weird, so instead he slid his thumb inside the high leg of her costume and said, “It's kind of a shame this isn't the real Nightwing costume. She'd look so good in it.”
“She so would,” Girl Flash agreed. “Ugh, but she already looks annoyingly good in everything. That would just take her from a 10 to an 11.”
“I bet she'd distract all her rogues if she showed up like that,” he mused, adjusting his grip on her hips so he could shift the angle a little. The sexy Nightwing costume was practically a thong in the back, and if Ricky’s ass was anything like Dick’s… “Like, if I were a bad guy I'd be way too flustered to even fight back. My evil plan would be stopped in its tracks just like that.”
She giggled, which had the wonderful side effect of tightening her around him. Wally bit back a groan. “I’ll bet. Maybe I should suggest it to her? It might be more efficient.”
“It totally would! All she'd need to do is bend over and they'd turn themselves in.”
She giggled harder. “For real, they—mmmm.” She tipped her head back on a moan, hands gripping tight at his shoulders. She was pretty damn strong so it hurt a little, but Wally honestly kinda liked that. “God. I bet—bet you'd like to see that, huh?”
“God yeah,” Wally breathed. He let himself picture her, Ricky in some nameless warehouse in her barely-there costume like a walking wet dream, all golden skin and lush curves. Looking at him from over her shoulder, dark hair tumbling down her back. Beckoning him closer, seductive and teasing. She’d smile just like Dick, dimpled, warm charm edged with a dare. Tug his hands onto her hips and whisper, “You can touch me, you know. I want you to,” full of heat and desire, her warm, strong hands sliding down his chest—
Wally groaned helplessly. Beneath him, Girl Flash finally seemed beyond words, moaning out in encouragement as she clung to him, rocking back into his thrusts. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Ricky instead. She looked so much like Dick that it was easy to imagine what her face would look like contorted with pleasure, full lips reddened and parting on a gasped out moan, gazing up at Wally through the thick sweep of her eyelashes. Those blue, blue eyes gone dark with lust. Dick’s familiar, deep voice, calling out, “Fuck, Wally, please—”
“Fuck,” he gasped, as a sudden wave of lust swept over him. “Oh god, fuck—”
He couldn’t help but speed up, thrusts growing frantic. Girl Flash moaned loudly as her legs tightened around his waist – then she shuddered and gasped out, “Ricky,” as she clenched tight around him. Close as he was, that was more than enough to make that simmering pleasure boil over as his own orgasm swept through him.
There was a long pause as they both caught their breath. Then there was another pause, longer and significantly more awkward.
“...Ricky?” Wally said eventually.
Girl Flash’s face was crimson. She stared resolutely at the ceiling. “Um.”
“Not…Dick?”
“Dude, just…I don’t know.”
Gently, Wally pulled out and sat back on his heels, pulling off the condom and throwing it into the trashcan in the corner of the room. She shuffled back, pushing herself up so that she was sat up against the headboard, knees to her chest.
“Uh,” said Wally.
“Don’t say it.”
“Say what?”
“It.” She dropped her burning face into her cupped hands. “I know, okay? I know what you’d say because I know what I’d say, and—and yeah. Yeah, I totally did just get off thinking about my best-friend-who’s-a-girl, yeah that was kinda gay, and no I don’t know what it means. I don’t! It’s not like I’ve never— But like, not this, you know? So I really really really don’t need to hear you say it, because I know—”
“Hey,” Wally said quickly, as soothing as he could manage. Which was more soothing than he would have thought. Seeing her freak out made it weirdly easy not to freak out himself. “I wasn’t gonna say any of that, okay? I get it.”
Tentatively, she peeked at him from between her fingers. “You…do?”
“I do. I, uh…” He squeezed his own eyes shut, feeling his own cheeks start to burn. “I was kinda thinking about Dick at the end there.”
“...Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“So we’re both…into Ricky and Dick.”
“Yeah, it, uh…kinda looks that way.”
“Huh,” she said.
They fell into a contemplative silence. Silence wasn’t usually a comfortable state for Wally – for either of them, probably – but for once Wally had no idea how to break it.
He was into Dick?
At first thought, it seemed ridiculous. Because, like…he’d know, right? And…and besides, Wally was already an adult. He knew what he liked. And he’d never thought about a guy that way before.
…Wait. Maybe that wasn’t quite true. After all, he didn’t just look at the women in porn, did he? Sometimes, he found himself looking at the guy too. Especially when the guy was, you know, good-looking, he’d notice. He’d figured he was just getting distracted because the porn wasn’t hot enough, but maybe…maybe that wasn’t it? Maybe…
But—no, no. Even if Wally sometimes got distracted watching straight porn thinking about how handsome a guy was – which, yeah, now that he thought about it didn’t exactly scream straight – being into Dick was another thing entirely. Sure, Dick was objectively hot, but was noticing that (and maybe accidentally thinking about it sometimes) enough to say he was, you know, into him? After all, Dick was his best friend and they spent so much time together. How could he not know how he felt about someone like that? It just didn’t make sense.
Unless…oh god, was Wally just stupid? Was that it? Had he spent years convincing himself that it was normal to regularly think about how hot his guy best friend was, when he’d just been horny for him this whole time and…and in some kind of weird no-homo denial about it? Was that even possible?
Wally was still mid-spiral when his phone buzzed with an incoming call. Pleased to have something else to think about that wasn’t ohgodI’mtotallyintomybestfriendwhatdoIDO, he scrambled to answer it without even checking the caller ID. “Heyyyyyy hi this is Wally’s phone how may I help you?”
“Wally?”
Shit. Wally’s stomach dropped, even as his spent cock gave a sad little twitch. He swallowed thickly. “Oh! It’s Dick!”
Girl Flash's eyes snapped up to his in alarm. “Yeah, it’s me,” Dick said. He sounded confused. Probably because Wally had sounded totally weird when he said that. Who greeted people on the phone like that? No-one, that’s who. No-one, except people who were being weird for, from Dick’s perspective, absolutely no reason. “Everything okay?”
“Okay?” he squeaked, weirdly, like a weirdo.
He met Girl Flash's eyes in a panic, who sent him a series of rapid hand gestures that said, stop freaking out and just act normal you dingus. Sure. Wally could be normal. He was normal with Dick all the time! He just had to do that again.
He cleared his throat. “Okay? Yeah, everything’s okay! I wasn’t doing anything interesting when you called, just, uh. Sleeping. It’s just been a totally normal night. Anyway, old buddy old pal, what is it that I can help you with?”
“Tone it down,” she hissed, and Wally winced. Maybe normal wasn’t within reach at this point.
“...Right,” Dick said. “Well anyway, uh… Sorry for waking you up. I just wanted to check in. The sensors have picked up some weird energy readings in your neck of the woods.”
“Huh,” Wally said. He looked at Girl Flash, who was and continued to be very notably not from this dimension. He could guess what had caused those readings. Still, he wasn’t exactly going to tell Dick that Girl Flash was here, because then Dick would probably be pissed at Wally for not reporting it, and he’d probably want to come meet her to confirm everything was okay. And Wally really didn’t want to see Dick right now.
So: “Well, I haven’t noticed anything. It’s pretty quiet here.”
“Really? You can’t sense any disturbances in the speed force?”
“Nope! Wait, lemme double check.” Wally paused for a couple of seconds, doing his best audio impression of someone who was definitely for real sensing the speed force, then replied, “Yeah, no, nothing. Everything’s good here. Maybe it’s just an equipment malfunction?”
Dick hummed skeptically. “Well, if you’re sure. Just let me know if anything changes.”
“Will do!” Wally chirped, false-bright. “Anyway, I’m pretty wiped since it’s the middle of the night and all. I should probably try and catch some Zs. Catch you later, dude! Friend! Uh—homie!”
“Homie,” Girl Flash mouthed, bewildered. Wally grimaced.
“Sure,” Dick said slowly, even more skeptical, and Wally’s grimace deepened. “Look, are you sure everything’s okay? If you need me to come over, I can—”
“Nope, I’m fine, bye!” Wally yelped and hung up.
There was silence. Wally stared at his phone. Girl Flash also stared at his phone.
“Well,” she said flatly, “that could have gone better.”
Wally groaned and threw himself onto the bed beside her. “Yeah, I know. I panicked. It was lame. It’s just awkward, okay?”
She snorted. “Believe me, I get it. If that had been Ricky…” She shuddered.
Wally groaned again and dragged a pillow over his face. The bed shifted, and then the pillow was being pried away from his face. Girl Flash was stretched out beside him, smiling down at him encouragingly. “Hey, man. It’s gonna be fine. You know that, right?”
He blinked up at her miserably. “I do?”
She huffed out a laugh and flopped down on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her automatically, holding her tight against him. It was kinda nice just to have someone there, a real and solid weight on top of him. Grounding.
“So, what are you freaking out about?” she asked. “Is it the whole getting-off-while-thinking-about-a-dude thing?”
“Nah, not really. I’ll probably do a little freaking out about the dude part later. For now, it’s mainly the Dick Grayson part of the equation.”
“Mm, makes sense.”
“It’s just…” He sighed. “Like—he’s my best friend, you know? And just now, I could barely talk to him. What if I can’t ever be normal about this?”
“You’ll be normal about it eventually. We both will.”
“Yeah, eventually. But until then, what if I mess things up?”
“Come on, he’s not gonna stop talking to you just because you’re a little weird around him for a while!”
“I don’t mean that! Look, it’s different for you. You’re a girl.”
“Uh. So?”
“So, you’ve got a biological advantage.”
She propped her chin up on his chest to look at him, baffled. “I do?”
“Yeah. Look, picture this. I’ve just found out I’m into dick and into Dick. So let’s say next week Dick calls me up and invites me on a mission, because Nightwing needs help from a speedster. And then—oh no, we get covered in some mysterious villain goop! Dick says, hey Wallster, my platonic buddy who definitely isn’t gonna ogle me in the shower, let’s go to the Batcave or the Watchtower or whatever so we can wash up. So obviously I agree because it would be weird to say no, but then we’re mostly naked in a room together. And of course I’m gonna look, because I’m an idiot with no impulse control, and oh whoops! He’s, again, mostly naked and still super hot! And then I can’t stop thinking about how hot he is, and I can’t stop staring, and then I get a goddamn boner because frankly I’m on a hair trigger over here all the time, and trying not to think the thoughts that are giving me the boner is only gonna make me think about them harder. So then obviously Dick notices my staring – because of course he does, he’s Dick – and then he notices my boner, and then he’ll know why I was just staring at him. Hornily. Like a total creep. How am I ever supposed to look him in the eye after that?”
She blinked. “Huh. Yeah, actually, that’s a great point. You’re totally right. Sorry dude, that blows.”
“Right?” He sighed. “Just one stupid shower boner is all it could take. And then poof! A decade long friendship down the pan, because of some…crush?”
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “You think it’s a crush?”
“Isn’t it?” Wally hadn’t thought about Dick in a romantic light before. He hadn’t even considered giving it that label. But now that the initial shock of revelation had worn off, the pieces were slowly clicking into place in his mind. The way he felt about Dick was a lot like the ways he’d felt about every girl he’d ever had a crush on – which was a pretty big sample size to extrapolate from – right down to the part where he realized they were hot and suddenly forgot how to be a normal, functioning human. And looking back, he always felt fuzzy inside after they hung out, and he was always thinking about him or things he wanted to tell him, even when he wasn’t there. He wanted to laugh at all his jokes, even the ones that were objectively terrible. And for how many years had he thought Dick was beautiful? How objective had that assessment ever been, really?
Girl Flash shifted on top of him, tangling her leg with his, and sighed. “I mean…yeah, I guess it is.”
“So we’re the same, huh?”
“Duh. Ricky’s just so…” She wrinkled her nose. “So. Ugh.”
“Yeah,” Wally agreed miserably. “Dick’s pretty ugh too.”
“We probably should have figured this out earlier.”
“Probably. But I guess there’s no sense beating ourselves up about it now.”
“I guess. But, like…what now? Do we…tell them?”
Both of them considered that. Wally frowned. “Does Ricky even like girls?”
Girl Flash frowned back. “I dunno. Maybe? She’s said some stuff about girls being pretty before, but maybe she was just being nice? She’s only dated guys, I think. What about Dick?”
“He’s only dated girls too.” Wally tried to think back to any time Dick might have shown an interest in dudes, but it was hard to think about when he hadn’t been looking out for anything like that at the time. “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Hmm. So nothing concrete from you either. Then…we’re doomed?”
“Probably?”
“Bummer,” she said sadly.
“Yeah,” he agreed, just as sadly. “But uh…hey, there’s still a bright side! Putting our Nightwings aside, both our dating pools just got bigger. That might just save us from another dry spell.”
She grinned. “Hey, there’s a silver lining! Next time you’re horny, you can just go on Grindr. It’ll be super easy for you to find a gay guy to fuck you.”
“True! Guys are easy.” He paused. Frowned. “Wait. To fuck me?”
“I guess? Or the other way around.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Hey, do you think you’d be into it? Receiving, or whatever?”
Wally gave it a full second of thought. “I dunno, I haven’t properly thought about it. But people must do it for a reason, right?” He poked her in the side. “You looked like you enjoyed it.”
“I really did! Seriously, dick is great. I’d totally recommend it,” she said emphatically. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, fingers tracing an absent-minded swirl on his hip. “So…if it was you and Dick. Would you wanna top? Or would you want him to top?”
Wally felt his cheeks burn as the images came into his head unbidden. “God, I don’t know. I, uh…when we were having sex, I started thinking about you as Dick instead. But…”
He could picture it now, him lying on his back just like this, Dick braced over him, soft hair falling around his face. Those strong hands pushing Wally’s thighs up and apart. The blissed out expression on his face when he slid inside. And it would feel good, right? Maybe it would be weird or hurt at first, but Dick was good at everything, so he’d be good at this too. Wouldn’t he?
He swallowed, nervous heat pooling in his stomach. “What about you and Ricky? Would you wanna top her?”
“Like with a strap-on? Yeah, why not? If anything, I think the weirdest thing to think about is eating her out. But…” Her expression went hazy, and she wet her lips. “Huh. Actually, I think that might be…kinda fun?”
“Yeah?”
“Mm. Hey, what’s it like to eat a girl out?”
“Fun for sure,” Wally said. “The taste can be a little funky, but mostly good funky. And then if you do a good job, she squirms a lot and makes all these really fun noises, and it’s mega hot. Also sometimes she’ll get really into it and squeeze you with her thighs, and I don’t know why that’s so good but it really, really is.”
Girl Flash shifted against him. “Oh. Yeah, that does sound fun.” Her hand slipped down his stomach to his cock. In a low murmur, she added. “Hey, so I can’t help but notice that you’re hard again.”
“Uh-huh.” He let his hand trace down the curve of her spine to her ass and squeezed. She sighed happily and arched back into his touch. “I told you, I’m on a hair-trigger.”
“And what was the trigger? Thinking about me and Ricky? Or you and Dick?”
“If I had to break it down? Little of column A, little of column B.”
“Same for me. Both are kind of insanely good.”
He grinned. “You wanna have sex about it?”
She grinned back. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He fumbled for the box of condoms and slipped one on. She didn’t waste time climbing onto his lap and tugging away the crotch of her costume again, which was exactly what he’d been hoping she would do. God, he was so happy she was down for this whole having-sex-again thing, because once would absolutely not be enough. If Girl Flash was anything like him, she might even be up for a third round after this, or a fourth, or a fifth, before whatever obligations she had back in her own dimension caught up with her and she had to leave.
She sank down onto him in one smooth motion, already wet and open from their last round. As soon as she settled her weight on him, she started to roll her hips. “Fuck, I can't stop thinking about eating Ricky out now,” she moaned. “You made it sound so good.”
He braced his feet on the mattress and rocked up to meet her hips, and she took a shuddering gasp. “You come all the way here just to fuck a dude, and you’re thinking about girls, huh? Sorry I don’t have the right parts.”
“Your parts are fun too,” she admitted breathlessly.
“If you want, I can eat you out after this, and—and you can pretend I’m Ricky?” He would totally love that actually, he bet she’d taste amazing.
“Fuck,” she moaned, high and breathless, “yeah, please. And then—fuck—then I’ll suck you off, and you pretend I’m Dick.”
“Fuck,” he agreed, feeling his stomach clench with heat at the thought. God.
Her eyes fluttered shut. “God, I—ngh—you and Dick. I can’t stop picturing it.
“Yeah? What are you picturing?”
“Just…everything. Like—I’m him. Riding you. Shit, that would be so good.”
Wally made an embarrassing noise at that, eyes squeezing shut of their own volition. Fuck, Dick riding him. Dick straddling his waist, strong, calloused hands braced on Wally’s chest. Lithe and impossibly graceful as he fucked himself on Wally’s cock, skin glowing with exertion, eyes dark with pleasure. The mental image alone was almost enough to get him there; fuck, why was the thought so good when Wally had never even thought about Dick like this before, never thought to think about it?
“Is it kinda fucked up that we’re talking about our best friends like this?” he gasped out.
She grinned. “Maybe. But it’s not like they’re ever gonna know.”
“Nghagh,” Wally replied, because she punctuated that statement with a magical little clench and suddenly he had no brain to word with. Instead, he planted his feet firmly and fucked into her faster, harder, deeper, chasing his pleasure. He whimpered and moaned as that sweet tension built within him, probably a little too loud but god, he couldn’t help it, he was so close, his whole body tense and desperate with it. He just needed a little more—
The door slammed open with a bang. “Get away from him!” yelled a too-familiar voice.
Girl Flash froze on top of him. Wally’s heartbeat stuttered as he whipped his head towards the door.
“Dick?” he croaked.