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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Barry_Allen/Wally_West
  Character:
      Wally_West, Barry_Allen, Iris_West_Allen, Rudolph_West, Mary_West
  Additional Tags:
      Smutlet, Incest, Shower_Sex, POV_Second_Person
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-14 Words: 540
****** Sensation ******
by Val_Creative
Summary
     No matter how much you want to. Just close your eyes. Don't look,
     just feel.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
 
 
…What was the phrase?
The moment of truth.
Even though it had to intermingle with a lie for it to happen.
 
 
 
Can it be truth if it is considered bad in another person's eyes? You suppose
that truth has many levels — you understand this — and the lie isn't even that
big of a deal —
"I'll lock the door for you, kid,"and you nod inside the upstairs bathroom and
he smiles mutely at you. There's a good shivery feeling associated with it.
There always is. And you know the lie is there before he closes the door.
(And let's face it… you never actually wanted him to lock it.)
 
 
 
Everyone else is downstairs. Your mom, your dad, and aunt Iris are enjoying the
remainder of the evening after Jay and his wife leave the birthday party,
laughing and enjoying dessert coffee — and you were banished upstairs to shower
off after you slipped and spilled the tub of liquidy chocolatey ice cream all
over yourself.
No one notices when your uncle's eyes light up (not angry like your parents)
when he swabs a gentle finger over a dark smear on your cheek, and he licks it
clean.
The memory is cruel and awful and you're already hard. Your fist slams against
the tiled wall. It does not fall again because dearmercifulgodhis naked chest
is firmly pressing against your back and you didn't even notice him entering,
and it doesn't matter because his arms wrap around you like you're precious.
"…shhh… I've got you…"
 
 
 
You don't know where the lubricant came from but you are grateful when it is
spread cold (your entire body burns red hot and you can't blame the cascade of
shower water) clumsily and quickly on the surface of your inner thighs to the
underside of your balls —
"You need to open your legs a little for me," he says, and his low voice in
your ear is soothing and affectionate, and it's kind of breathless.
 
 
 
Standing still is hell but if he stops you'll die.He lets you grasp onto the
steel bar near the shampoo rack for support —
"You've got to stay quiet… can you do that, Wally?"
and you want to stop moaning but you can feel him settling with his cock
jerking between your legs, and it's… amazing.
 
 
 
You can't see him with how you both are positioned inside the shower and it
doesn't matter because you are gasping into the curve of your palm, your
fingernails punishing the skin on your face, and you're trying your hardest to
not gasp and scream when he starts driving himself between your thighs even
harder —
"…pleaseHAHIcan'tUncleBarryit'ssohotaah"
 
 
 
Keep telling yourself. No matter how much you want to. Just close your eyes.
Don't look, just feel.
 
 
 
Warmth collects on your thighs.
And his mouth is open on your neck. And everything is clearnow.
 
 
 
Your parents call for you downstairs when both you both are dressed again
inside the bathroom, his gleaming, blond hair fluffy from the blow-drier, and
you want to bury your face in it because it must have smelle so great. His
heavy hand touches your shoulder, lingers there somewhat uncertainly, and you
don't need to hear it.
Your hand touches his, squeezing tight.
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     YJAM Prompt:
     "Close your eyes. Don't look, just feel."
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