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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Flash_(TV_2014), Arrow_(TV_2012), DC's_Legends_of_Tomorrow_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Mick_Rory/Wally_West, Amaya_Jiwe/Kendra_Saunders, Barry_Allen/Leonard
      Snart/Iris_West
  Character:
      Joe_West
  Additional Tags:
      its_sort_of_a_QaF_AU?, Except_its_not, i_don't_even_know_I_just_really
      like_this_verse.
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-27 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1922
****** Feel The Pulse To Begin ******
by prouvairablehulk
Summary
     In which Wally West is nicknamed Sunshine both for his personality
     and for the relevant pop culture reference. (Queer as Superheroes, I
     guess?)
***** Whole New Form Of Life *****
“Haven’t you only met Heatwave once?” Joe asks, in the car on the way home from
their latest teamup with the Legends. “You two seemed awfully chummy.”
Iris makes a soft noise that indicates both that she’s interested in this topic
and that she will contribute to the interrogation, and turns in her seat to
study Wally's face.
Wally, in the back seat, has never felt more like a youngest child.
“I knew him before.” says Wally. “He and Len would keep the gangbangers and the
dealers away from the high school.”
Joe makes a satisfied little noise, obviously content with the answer. He
shouldn’t be.
It’s a lie. A believable one, but a lie.
Iris knows. She makes ‘you better tell me the truth later’ face and then turns
around with a satisfied humph.
The thing is, Wally knows Mick - rather more intimately than he’s willing to
tell his father. You know Queer As Folk? Yeah. Wally’s Justin. Mick’s Brian.
Complete with Mick picking Wally up under a lamppost in Keystone Boystown on
Wally’s first ever night out and then blowing his mind in bed before finding
out Wally was still in his Senior year of high school.
Hasn’t stopped them from fucking a few more times since then. A few, very
memorable, exceedingly pleasurable times since then. Len, who was honestly more
like Debbie Novotny than anyone would willingly tell him to his face, had
walked in to the apartment while Wally was eating breakfast after the third
time he and Mick had hooked up, and sighed.
“Alright, so you’re staying.” he said, and then took the seat opposite Wally
and did the Parental Grilling™ and started talking grad schools and college
payment and Wally moving in if his mom got worse. Which, of course, didn’t
happen, because Wally found out about his Dad and Mick and Len got on a
timeship, thereby ending the relationship as far as Wally had known.
The very pleasant fuck in an empty lab while no one was paying attention to
them had certainly disabused him of that notion, as had the communications
plug-in for his phone Mick had given him. The two hours between when they get
home and when Barry gets back from drinks with Oliver gives Wally ample time to
think about something.
He asks Barry where Len is almost as soon as he walks in the door.
“Apparently Cold and Heatwave used to White Knight around the high school.”
says Joe, off Barry’s confused look. Well, Len used to pick him up from school,
sometimes, and he’d helped with loans and made Wally study snacks, so that
totally counted, right?
And then Barry tells Wally Len’s dead.
“I’m sorry, I have to leave immediately.” says Wally. “Have the Legends left
yet?”
Barry shakes his head no, and Wally runs until he’s on the Waverider and can
hear the discussion going on in the next room.
“Who’s going to make sure Mick doesn’t do anything dumb?” asks Sara, and that
means they’re planning a mission and Mick isn’t there, and also What the Actual
Fuck Is Happening Here On This Day.
Wally flashes into the room and slaps Sara upside the head as hard as he can,
and then flashes out of retaliation distance.
“What the Actual Fuck Is Happening Here On This Day?” Wally demands. “No,
seriously, what do you think you’re doing?”
The whole team is staring at him, plainly confused. And that is the last straw.
He’s out of breath and sure he’s red-faced by the time he’s done reaming them
all out about Mick’s mental health and missing “brother”, and then he sees Mick
standing in the doorway.
“Sunshine-” says Mick.
“I didn’t know - I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Wally says. “We’re going
there right now and I am going to speed him out of there, and then you are
going to smack him for me and we can have a group hug afterwards. Gideon, you
can plot us a course, right?”
Gideon does, despite the protestations of Sara and the Professor and Ray and
the other white guy who’s name Wally hadn’t bothered to learn.
They land back in Central with Len and go for breakfast at the Motorcar, and
Len makes his usual half-joking comment about buying the place, although he
sounds more serious about it than usual. They’re halfway through pancakes, Len
on one side of the booth and Wally under Mick’s arm on the other, when someone
clears their throat next to the table.
Joe’s face is gathering thunderclouds.
“You were lying! I knew you were!” says Iris, gleeful.
“What did you tell them?” asks Mick, obviously amused.
“That you and Len used to kick the gangbangers off campus.” Wally grumbles.
Lenny, the asshole, laughs.
“That’s definitely better than the real version, Sunshine.” he says. Wally
attempts to stab him with his fork, only for Mick to haul him back over the
table and into his lap.
“And what is the real version?”
“We might have fucked a few times.” Wally mumbles.
“Including yesterday in the Labs.” says Mick cheerfully, because he doesn’t
know the meaning of shame or self-preservation.
Joe is murderous right up until he realizes neither Barry nor Iris is backing
him up. In fact, they both look rather shamefaced.
“What did you do?” Joe sighs.
“Lenny.” says Wally, around a mouthful of pancakes. “Last Christmas.”
Joe flops into the seat next to Len and buries his head in his hands. Lenny
pats his arm a few times.
“Shall I tell you how Wally and Mick met?” he asks.
“NO!” yell Wally and Mick, in unison.
***** I Can Feel My Spirit Rising *****
Chapter Summary
     That Iconic Doorknocking Campaign Scene, but ColdWestAllen
It’s nine in the morning on a Saturday, which means Iris West is currently
having some very enthusiastic morning sex with her equally enthusiastic
boyfriends in the middle of their spacious and tastefully decorated kitchen,
because that’s what you do when you’ve all got the morning off and Barry was
making the good brunch food and Len was at the table with those fucking clear-
rimmed glasses only he could pull off doing the Times crossword.
It’s also, apparently, the time at which someone knocks on their door.
Iris gasps in a shaky breath that’s more like a moan and digs her fingers a
little harder into Barry’s hair.
“I’m - I’m -” she manages, and then her voice cuts off because Barry’s fucking
vibrating again, and she might not be able to see Len in his current position,
but she can guarantee he’s doing his level best to smirk. When the vibration
cuts off a moment later and Iris’s breath comes back, she heaves one in to call
out.
“I’m coming!"
"Yeah,” says Barry, face wet as he grins at her, “you certainly will be."
His fucking tongue is vibrating when he dives back in, and she’s got to give
him that one, she is coming from that, sinking her teeth into her balled up
fist to hold back the scream. Barry looks mighty pleased with himself, and then
gasps and shivers in response to something Len does.
"I’ll keep him warm.” Len purrs. “Go find out who it is."
Iris grabs Len’s button-down off the floor and pulls it on, and in doing so
gets a great look at the two fingers Len’s got in Barry’s ass.
"You’re mean, Lenny Snart.” she says, as she leaves. Len’s chuckle trails
behind her as she heads down the hallway and pulls open the old thick wooden
door or their Keystone Boystown apartment.
“Good Morning!” says the conservatively dressed, middle aged white woman
standing on her front step. Iris can already feel the headache coming on.
“Good morning.” she replies, a little hesitantly. There’s two of them. That
means they’re selling something.
“We’re here to talk to you about proposition 8. Have you heard about that?"
Prop 8 is the marriage equality legislation, so naturally Iris has heard about
it every other day. More so than normal, between Kendra and Amaya trying get
something legal in all 50 states and Mick dragging her ring shopping because
"he’s your brother”.
“Yes.” says Iris, rather than unload all that.
“Then you’ll understand how important it is for our society, our children, and
our marriages, that it does not pass. Are you married?"
Iris thinks about the rings Barry’s done a terrible job of hiding in their sock
drawer, about how sweetly domestic it is when Len spends his time at the table
going over the books for the comics store or doing crosswords, how neatly they
fit together in the California King in the Master Bedroom.
"Someday soon.” she says, fully aware that she’s probably smiling all soft and
over-gentle.
“Any kids?” asks the other woman.
“Two nieces.” says Iris, thinking of Amaya and Kendra with Alba and Mari in
their laps on her Dad’s couch at Christmas. She neglects to mention they’re
related through her second boyfriend and her brother’s soon to be fiancé.
“And is your boyfriend here?” Iris grins to herself, and raises her voice a
little.
“Honey, can you come here? There’s two lovely women who want to tell us all
about why we should vote no on Prop 8."
Barry gets there first, by virtue of Flash speed, and wraps an arm around Iris’
waist. They probably look like a textbook couple, perfect for a brochure, give
or take that Iris is wearing a too-big button down and Barry’s only got worn-
soft pajamas on, flannel ones with tiny snowflakes, a gag gift from Wally and
Mick for their housewarming. The women on the step smile encouragingly,
probably thinking they’re getting somewhere.
"Isn’t it a little early for political action?” asks Len, as he emerges from
behind the half-open door. He’s wearing the glasses again, and sweatpants that
show every prison tattoo he’s ever got and all of his scars from his life and
his father. He looks softer than he used to, before they got him back from the
Oculus, and Iris loves it. She tears her eyes away from where Barry is
snuggling into Len a little and looks back at the women on the doorstep.
“We’ll be voting yes.” she tells them. “Not for us, necessarily, but for my
brother and his partner of five years and my nieces’ two moms, and everyone
else like them."
The women look quite alarmed.
"Now, if you’ll excuse us, we were in the middle of a really quite enjoyable
fuck.” she continues. “And honestly Lenny’s right, it’s too early for politics.
When I’m a bit more caffeinated, I’ll be out there doing everything I can -"
"Everything we can.” Barry chimes in.
“To make sure you fail. Have a good morning, now, even if mine will be better."
She doesn’t see how they react to that, because Len’s scooped her up and tossed
her over his shoulder, and Barry’s cackling as he slams the door.
“Now.” says Len, when he’s deposited her back in the chair she’s been sitting
in before they were interrupted. “Where were we?”
Iris lets her legs sprawl out a little to the side, and cocks an eyebrow at
him, expression morphing into a satisfied grin as he slides down to his knees
and gets a couple of fingers in her, turning his wrist so he can run a thumb
against her clit. Behind him, Barry’s propped himself against the table so he
can keep prepping himself, which is a very nice view.
Yeah, thinks Iris, a pleasant shiver going down her spine. This is how you do a
Saturday morning.
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