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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon), Young_Justice
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Wally_West, Robin/Kid_Flash
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Wally_West, Kid_Flash, Robin
  Additional Tags:
      Synesthesia
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-07 Completed: 2012-07-14 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 6387
****** Synesthesia ******
by Leticheecopae
Summary
     Robin has Synesthesia, a condition of the mind where two senses meld
     or replace each other. It makes listening to people talk a lot more
     interesting than usual, especially with a certain speedster.
Notes
     This story is also over on Y! gallery under the same name, but I
     wanted to share it here with all of you. I went and re-edited the
     crap out of this thing also, so those who may have read it before its
     a little different now thanks to editing out stuff. Also, just
     because I did my best trying to fix it, it doesn't mean there aren't
     still a few strange spots here and there that I may have missed. As
     always, sorry for that.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Which Tastes Better *****
Dick had something called synesthesia; a condition where one sense would
trigger along with another. Actually, he had two versions, the first being that
he saw numbers in different colors. Odds were warm colors, and evens cool, with
the first ten being based in primary colors. They had stayed the same hues all
his life, making math and science incredibly easy. His second was that he
tasted people's voices when they spoke, each person having their own unique
flavoring.
Dick learned at a very young age that his mother was the same way, although
instead of tasting words she saw them in color, and numbers all had a different
personality. When he was little, they would sit reading books together, and
Dick would tell his mother what her words tasted like when she said them, and
she would tell him what colors his were. When he learned his numbers, Dick
would tell his mother their colors as they did math problems, and she would
compare them to the personalities they had. Usually they matched up quite
nicely.
When Bruce started taking Dick out on patrol, the boy wonder was usually able
to tell when the bad guys were nearby. Just by hearing the barest hint of a
voice, he would taste something faint in his mouth, and by following the
strength of the flavor, he could find his way to bad guys, or friends, quite
easily. Then, when it came to hacking, he followed the color patterns to help
him breeze through fire walls and passwords. Although this sense confusion
sometimes annoyed him terribly, like in history class where the teacher’s voice
made him taste dry cotton, he usually enjoyed the sensations.
All the people he knew had different flavored words, the tastes changing with
voice inflections and emotions. Most people’s words stayed about the same, like
his team mates. M’gann’s voice was achingly sweet, like birthday cake and
sprinkles. Artemis reminded him of sour patch kids most of the time, or gummy
worms. Kaldur’ahm’s words usually tasted like cereal bars, sweet and salty at
the same time. Superboy’s and Roy’s were very close, tasting like some sort of
savory meat dish, or sometimes pasta. Wally’s voice, however, was Dick’s
favorite.
Wally’s words brought up flavors of dried and candid fruits, depending on how
fast he talked and his tone. Lots of the time Dick just let Wally talk nonstop
so that he could let the flavors spread over his tongue, leaving him smiling.
Today wasn’t any different, the constant stream of endless chatter bringing
tastes of caramel apples to his tongue. Dick just listened to the other run his
mouth, not really paying much attention to him as he did a sudoku puzzle;
master level of course.
It was about the time that he noticed the top left box was missing two yellow
and red numbers that the taste subsided. Turning, Dick found Wally’s face very
close to his own. Blinking owl like behind his glasses Dick didn’t move,
waiting for Wally to do whatever the hell it was he was going to. Then Wally
spoke, the tone making Dick swallow hard as a flavor that Wally had never
caused before filled his mouth.
“Penny for your thoughts?” The question was done in a low tone, a playfulness
to it, and it made Dick‘s stomach suddenly do a flip-flop. It tasted like fresh
raspberries dipped in dark chocolate, only sweeter, darker. He felt a heat
start to stir in his lower body that made him suddenly very uncomfortable.
“The hell man?” Dick said jerking back. The laugh Wally let loose caused grapes
and kiwi’s to blossom across Dick's tongue.
“Sorry Rob, just screwing with you.” And there was the usual taste of dried
pineapple when Wally spoke regularly.
“Yeah well,” Dick replied, letting his word trail off. He gave a quick swallow,
a sudden craving for the taste that voice caused singing through him. “D-don’t
do it again.” With that, Dick stood up suddenly and left the room, leaving a
very confused Wally behind him.
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Two weeks later and Dick was still craving that taste. He had been eating
chocolate covered raspberries whenever he could, but it just wasn’t the same.
Neither was his view on Wally. Since that day, Dick had caught himself looking
at the other boy in ways he had never done before. How perfect his legs were,
how much he liked the color of Wally’s hair, how amazing his ass was in the
skin tight fabric of his uniform. That was the thing that finally clued Dick
into the fact that he might just like Wally as a bit more than a friend.
Dick had started to skirt around the speedster whenever he could. He would
excuse himself most of the time, both because he was confused out of his mind
about his feelings, and because now when ever Wally talked the faintest hint of
the craved flavor would start on the tip of his tongue, driving him mad.
But one day, as Wally usually did with everyone, he caught up to Dick. The boy
had been semi-hiding in a grove of trees outside of the mountain, working on
his mini computer to create a new algorithm for doing all of his math homework.
Wally had somehow snuck up on him, his sudden ‘hello’ having cherries blossom
along his tongue accompanied by the darker flavor.
“Didn’t mean to make you jump dude,” the speedster said as he quickly scurried
up the tree. Dick didn’t reply, just attempted to breath as calmly as possible
while Wally sat across from him. One of Wally’s long legs balanced on the
rather large branch Dick was sitting on while the other hung off into open
space. Both were in their civvies, Dick’s ever present sun glasses making
everything look eveningish even if it was only about two in the afternoon.
“You didn’t,” Dick said a little too fast, and Wally couldn’t help but smile.
Dick refused to pout at that and instead went back to messing with his wrist
computer. Wally sat silently for a few minutes before he tried to get Dick’s
attention.
“Rob…” kiwi snaked across his tongue.
“Roooooob,” Pineapple.
“Robin.” Chocolate covered Raspberries.
Dicks head shot up to find Wally with a hand on either side of his knees,
balancing on the tree branch. The boy wonder’s heart was currently going at
about the speed Wally deemed a jog and everyone else considered a full blown
run. When he realized he had Dick’s attention, Wally’s face turned up in a grin
that made Dick suppress a shiver.
“Now that I have your attention,” Wally’s voice stayed the same, making Dick’s
mouth water. “I want to ask you a question.” The taste started to lighten as
Wally’s voice did. “Why are you avoiding me?” The taste was back to kiwi’s and
pineapple, and the look on Wally’s face was his basic confused look. Dick
unconsciously let out a noise at the loss of the other taste, a noise that
froze Wally as he started to pull back.
“Rob, what’s wrong?” He asked slowly, concern lacing the words that tasted like
dark cherries. He moved forward again. “You doing okay?” The words were sweet,
the worry adding a tang to everything. Dick was trembling slightly, the
flavoring in his mouth had just the barest undercurrents of the chocolate
tinge. He licked his lips.
“Rob wh-”
“Talk like that again.” Dick said, mouth running before he could think about
it. Wally blinked.
“Talk like what?” Wally asked a bit confused.
“Like…” Dick trailed off. How the hell was he supposed to say this. ‘Talk in
the chocolate voice’. Yeah, that wouldn’t confuse the hell out of the red head.
“You know…the ‘dark’ voice.” Wally blinked again before his eyes went wide.
“Oh…” he whispered. “Oh!” Understanding dawned over his face, cheeks and ears
tingeing pink. “You actually like it when…”
“Yes, yes I do.” Dick said unable to look at him.
“Why?” Wally asked, and a hint of the chocolate was back. Dick licked his lips.
“It…” his brain raced as he attempted to figure out what to say, and in the end
just decided on the truth. “It tastes good.” The eyebrow that Wally raised made
Dick sigh.
“I taste words, it’s a condition called-.” Wally suddenly cut him off.
“You have gustatory synesthesia?” Wally asked excitedly. Dick’s eyes went wide
behind his glasses, making Wally smile. “No wonder you're always licking your
lips. What do my words taste like?” Wally asked, chain of thought jumping
around, the flavors switching so much in his excitement it tasted like a sugar
coated fruit cocktail to Dick.
“Fruit, candied fruit.” Dick said swallowing. Wally thought about that for a
moment before getting a wicked smile on his face.
“And when I talk like this?” Dick swallowed hard against the flavor, Wally’s
smile growing wider as he watched the others throat move. “So what’s it taste
like?” He asked again, moving forward, up the others body.
“R-raspberries,” Dick stuttered, “and chocolate.” The revelation made Wally
smile.
“Really now?” The taste got stronger as Wally’s tone went slightly deeper, and
Dick closed his eyes against the sensation. He just nodded as Wally continued
to make his way forward. “Does it taste good enough to let me kiss you?” Dick
jerked back somewhat at that, staring into the face of the red head who was now
straddling him, most of his weight resting on the smaller boys hips so he
wouldn’t make them topple out of the tree.
“Wha… I-”
“Can I kiss you?” Wally asked this time, straight forward with just the tiniest
hint of fear somewhere. The fear tinted the taste with a slight bitter flavor,
and Dick didn’t like that; he wanted that sweetness back.
Instead of replying Dick sat himself up, leaning away from the trunk of the
tree until their faces were just millimeters apart.
“Is this a yes?”
Dick’s answer was simply pressing his lips against the others. They stayed like
that for a moment, balancing on a tree branch with mouths pressed together
gently. Then Wally’s tongue darted out, licking at Dick’s mouth, asking
silently for entrance. Without a thought, Dick opened up and let the speedsters
tongue inside, and shuddered at the feeling of their tongues meeting.
Continuing their balancing act, Dick managed to wrap his arms around the other
as they kissed, tongues twisting until they had to break away to breath.
“So,” Wally asked with a husky pant, “Which tastes better? Me or my words?”
Dick just smiled at him.
“I don’t know, think I need another taste.”
Wally gladly gave one.
***** Which Looks Better *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Wally uses Dick's second form of Synesthesia in creative, and
     slightly sexy, ways.
Chapter Notes
     Again, re-posting this from my Y!gallery which is under the same
     name. It has been edited quite a bit, but there are still chances
     that i missed a few grammar things here and there. Sorry about those,
     but I hope you enjoy it all the same.
Wally was using his new found information on Robin for the forces of evil.
Well…for his own forces of evil. Ever since he found out about Robin’s
synesthesia, the red head would constantly use it against the boy wonder. Every
chance he got, he would whisper to Robin in the voice that made the younger boy
lick his lips and turn a slight shade of pink, but the problem with that kind
of teasing was that it couldn’t be used in public. Too many questions could be
started like that. So instead, Wally got crafty.
It took awhile, but after having Robin try and explain the way that his brain
saw numbers in color, Wally thought he could get down most of the pattern.
Things that were odd were usually dark colors while the evens were warm, though
there were a few exceptions, mostly multiples of ten. This tended to lead to
some very interesting coded messages left around the mountain.
For anyone else the random number murals done on the walls in white chalk would
mean nothing, but when Robin saw them, there was a blaring message encoded. By
surrounding odds with evens, or visa-versa, Wally could leave whatever message
he wanted to for Robin. Many of them said things about wanting to take Robin in
the back room and sucking him off till he was screaming, how hot it was to see
Robin moaning with his mouth around Wally’s cock, or how much he wanted to just
tear off his fucking costume because the way it fit him drove Wally mad. Most
of the time, Robin could keep his cool, but every once in a while he would turn
pink and quickly wipe the numbers away.
The ones that really made Robin blush were when Wally went farther, into
territory that they hadn’t yet explored. He would leave messages about rimming
the other with his tongue, fingering him till he was begging, and then fucking
him so hard and fast that Robin would only be able speak through whimpers and
cries. The first message he left like that was outside the showers, and he was
happy to find Robin in a shower stall frantically jerking off a short while
later, water pouring over him and his domino mask. Wally had of coursed helped
with said jerking off, but they hadn’t tried anything from his little ‘wall
post’ as he liked to call them.
The team wanted to know what they were of course, but both boys refused to
reveal the story behind the numbers. Insisted they claimed it was just some
stupid code they had come up with a long time ago that Wally had remembered and
decided to put to use. This had sparked Artemis’s attention greatly, but the
girl soon grew relatively angry with the messages since she just couldn’t
understand what the hell they said.
Not too long after the shower, the two had talked about sex, both of them
thinking about it often enough, but neither was really sure they were quite up
for it. Wally was sixteen and legal, but Robin had only turned fourteen a few
months earlier, and neither of them was sure if they wanted to push their luck.
Getting a moment for a make out session was hard enough between M’gann’s
telepathy and Superboy’s super hearing. They didn’t even want to know what
would happen if either of these two heard/glimpsed them doing something more
and then asking their mentors what had been going on. Both of them knew that
the information would take about five seconds to reach Batman, and then they
would be short one speedster and Robin would most likely be put in the closest
thing to an iron chastity belt. There was also the fact that Wally didn’t want
to do anything like that until Robin trusted him enough to tell him who he
really was, claiming it wasn’t fair that Robin knew who he was in and outside
of costume when the closest he got was when Robin wore shades. It had started a
few pouting sessions from the younger, a more than a few strained
conversations, but Wally would give in and back off, knowing not to press his
luck.
That didn’t stop Wally from buying a bottle of lube just in case, and looking
at as many internet ‘articles’ that he could click on. It also didn’t stop him
from leaving the little messages around the mountain in places that Robin was
sure to find. Some of them were quite random, and done in things like glow in
the dark pen, or in ink that would only show up in a black light. Robin carried
such a light on himself at all times, and would be prompted by a single five,
the blue color being the one thing that Wally knew would fully catch the other
boys attention.
The hardest one that Wally ever did was on Robins ceiling, all done in washable
glow in the dark paint. Robin would be out in Gotham for two to three days with
Batman, which gave him plenty of time to plan out the number scheme before
finding a ladder and going to work. It took him a day and a half, and a few
moments of scrubbing whenever he messed up his pattern, but when he turned off
the lights and went through it all, he knew it was perfect.
When Robin finally got back, Wally had covered up his nervous excitement with a
few well placed wall posts, most of them being very tame for the most part.
When they had all gone to bed, and the two had had a short make out session in
the fourth floor broom closet, Wally suddenly got really nervous. Had he gone
too far? Should he have really done that? Could he even say things like that
when he didn’t even know what Robin looked like under his mask? The questions
kept circling in his brain until he heard his door click open.
Sitting bolt upright he found Robin sliding through his door before silently
closing it. He couldn’t really see Robin very well in the light, but from the
way the boy was walking he could tell that something was ‘up’. Robin was also
shirtless and wearing only pajama bottoms, much like himself, his hair still
somewhat mussed from lying in bed.
“You like my message?” Wally asked, trying to be his usually cocky self, but
unable to hid the little strand of uncertainty in his voice. That uncertainty
just grew as Robin walked across the room towards him, the shape of his balled
fists now clear. Maybe the way he was walking was because he was pissed, not
horny. A billion things flitted through Wally’s mind as Robin came around his
side of the bed, head bowed.
“Rob, are you-”
“Dick.” The word caught Wally off guard and made his heart drop. Is that really
what Robin thought of him now for writing all that? Was it too soon?
“Robin I’m sor-”
“Call me Dick.” Dick said lifting up his head and Wally’s breath stopped. There
was no mask on his face. Even in the half light, Wally could see just the
barest hint of blue in the eyes, eyes that were looking at him with such force
and lust his cock went diamond hard in mere seconds.
“Ro-Dick, are you sure about this?” Wally asked, both his voice and hand
shaking as he reached out to caress the other boy's face. The feeling of
caressing the side of Dick’s cheek un-hindered by the presence of a domino mask
was one of the strangest sensations, and one of the most amazing. Dick pressed
his face into the palm and let out a strangled ‘Yes‘.
The sound of the word made Wally bite his lip. Suddenly he was much too far
away, and raising himself to his knees, Wally moved forwards.
“God you’re beautiful.” He whispered as he placed his other hand on the other
side of Dicks face. Two hands quickly covered his as Dick’s eyes closed. He
nuzzled his face into each palm with shaky breaths.
“Did you-,” Dick began to ask, stopping to take a shuddering breath before
opening his eyes and looking up at Wally, “Did you mean it all?” He finished,
his breathing just barely normal.
“Yes,” Wally said, leaning to press his forehead against the other boys, mouths
just barely apart. “I meant every word.” Then he was kissing him, hard and
passionate as Dick whined into his mouth. Pulling away and panting hard, Wally
looked down at the other boy. “I love you, Ro-,” Wally stopped himself and took
a deep breath. “I love you, Dick.” The words tasted foreign and perfect all at
the same time. He knew a split second before Dick did it what he was going to
do, and did nothing to hinder the smaller boy as he launched himself on top of
Wally, kissing at him frantically.
They went on like that for who knew how much longer, kissing and groping each
other like it was the first time they had ever touched each other. It was the
most amazing and breathless time of Wally’s life till that point, more intense
than any fight he had ever been in. When Dick pulled away, Wally had to force
himself to not whimper.
“I want to try it.” Dick said voice husky and dark. The sentence sent thrills
all throughout Wally’s body.
“Which part?” He asked, voice a quiet whisper dipped in lust. His cock ached
against the cotton of his sleep wear as Dick ran a hand over Wally’s shoulder.
The boy leaned in close to Wally, eyes boring into his own.
“All of it,” Dick growled and then kissed the red head hard. Wally hadn’t
thought it possible for him to ever feel time stop, but for a moment, it did.
***** Which Feels Better *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin learns that even sounds can have flavors.
Chapter Notes
     Again, as I have said before, re-edited version of the same story up
     on Y!gallery under the same name. I hope you enjoy, and though I did
     re-edit there is a good chance i didn't catch everything. I apologize
     for that, but hope you enjoy it anyway.
Wally’s mouth tasted like chocolate and Raspberries. That shouldn’t have been
possible, and Dick knew that it was probably all in his head, but he kept on
tasting it as Wally’s tongue darted in and out of his mouth. He could feel
Wally’s cock pressed against his inner thigh, its pressure making him harder
against the inside of his boxer briefs. Those things Wally had written about,
the things he said he would do with that cock…
When you get back I want to take that belt of yours, take out your zip ties,
and tie you to the bed… Dick shuddered as the words went through his head.
“I brought them.” He panted, and reaching into the pocket of his sleep wear,
and pulled out a few zip ties, more than they would ever need. Dick hadn’t
really been thinking when he had forced himself to stop jerking off to the
words on the ceiling, grabbed them, and finally went to face the one who caused
his need for release. He watched Wally’s eyes go wide for a moment before the
red heads face went from surprised to sultry in one fluid moment.
“You really want to try everything?” Wally’s voice had no hinting of
raspberries this time, it was a pure, dark, silky chocolate flavor that flowed
across Dick’s tongue. A breathy sound left his mouth as his tongue wet his
lips.
“You’re so hot you know that?” Wally said, the taste doubling. “And I meant all
of it. Every bit of it. I am going to tie you to this bed, make you beg for it,
and then…Well you know that part.” And Dick did, had memorized it.
Make you beg for it as I suck you off, bring you just barely to the edge, and
then make you wait to come until all you can do is moan my name..
Dick was on his back in seconds, rolled my Wally. His eyes were half lidded,
his mouth drowning in oral heaven as Wally looked down lustfully at him. “But
first I want to get a better look at those eyes.” Wally thrust against the boy
now trapped against him, their clothed members grinding against each other,
making Dick open his eyes wide for a moment.
Dick’s mouth opened in a moan, the sound doubling when his shoulders were
suddenly aching, there new positions far above his head as he felt a tight
pressure around his wrists. The sound of zip ties happened two or three times,
he couldn’t tell for sure, but when he twisted his neck around to look he found
that there was a chain of zip ties that disappeared somewhere down below the
mattress of the bed.
“Where did you...”
“To the box springs.” Wally said with a wink, and for a moment the chocolate
held sweet cherries from the playful tone underneath. Dick silently thanked
himself for grabbing so many of the ties; a thank you that ended quickly when
Wally’s hands were trailing down his naked chest in feather light patterns.
They made Dick’s breath hitch and body arch just slightly. Wally chuckled ,
Dick’s mouth watered, and Wally was tracing his fingers around nipples and over
scars in ways that made the smaller male want to cry. Tugging at the zip ties,
he moaned as they bit into his flesh, the chain zipping tighter. In a moment he
realized his error. Zip ties were not meant to be use like this.
Gasping Dick jerked against the pain, making the ties even tighter. It took a
minute before Wally noticed the sounds Dick were making weren’t because of the
ministration of his hands.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly very concerned, and kiwi drifted through
Dick’s mouth.
“Too tight.” Dick gritted out. For a moment Wally lifted an eyebrow before
looking down at Dick’s tented pants, though the tent currently wasn’t as large
as it had been a little while ago. “Not there.” He growled and Wally’s eyes
widened in understanding.
“Shit.” The word was accompanied by the loss of weight, a sudden breeze, and
then a flash of cold metal as the zip ties were cut by something. “Dick I’m so
sorry, I didn’t even think about that.”
Dick sat up and rubbed his wrists, bright red rings wrapped around each. Kiwi
and grapes passed over his tongue as Wally continued to apologized, mouth going
a mile a minute. At least, it was until Dick grabbed him from behind the head
and brought that mouth against his own in an almost painful kiss that could
very well have chipped a tooth if he had been any more aggressive.
Dick could taste a small bit of copper for a moment, but it wasn’t important.
The important thing was that Wally was now focused on running those wonderful,
fast hands over the sides of his ribs and hips; fingers dipping just below the
elastic band of his underwear. Dick gave a slight moan, urging Wally to do more
as he wrapped both of his arms around the red heads shoulders, pulling him down
so he could attempt to grind against him.
Pulling away when he finally needed to breathe, Dick looked at Wally with half
lidded eyes, his cock now back to full harness. He shuddered when he watched
Wally lick away what looked like a small red smear. Had the kiss really been
that hard?
“I think we’re going to have to skip some parts.” Wally said, and the wavering
in his voice made the flavor in Dick’s mouth taste sweet and dark as the
chocolate came back, raspberries flickering in and out.
“Yeah.” Dick said breathless as Wally was gone and back. He didn’t see what
Wally was holding, didn’t really have time before both of them were suddenly
very naked, and Dick was very cold.
“Impatient?” He asked, shivering slightly at the feeling of the air on his
skin.
“After that kiss? Fuck yes,” Wally said back.
Dick tasted pineapple on his tongue, and then Wally’s tongue was with it. Dick
clung to the speedster as they kissed, teeth clicking, tongues darting in and
out, biting and sucking as Wally’s hand came between them and started pumping
the smaller boy. The glide of Wally's fist was enhanced by the pre-cum that was
already dribbling from the slit. Dick bucked against him and moaned into his
mouth.
“How’s that feel?” Wally asked and stroked again.
“Ung... Wa-Wally," Dick groaned as the other moved his hand over him in a pace
that was ridiculously slow coming from the speedster. “M-more.” The grin he got
made Dick almost feel like he was going to come unhinged just from the look
alone.
Saying nothing, Wally let go and blurred forwards. Instead of a hand, Dick felt
something hard and hot against his cock. It took him a moment to realize it was
Wally’s own erection before one of the speedsters hands closed over them both.
Dick moaned and bucked, making Wally visibly shiver as he began to thrust
against the smaller boy.
“Like that?” The shaking was in Wally’s voice again, and Dick swallowed hard
with it. He couldn’t breathe right anymore, the sound of his panting filling
the room.
“Nothing? Well then, let try something else.”
Dick growled when Wally let go, but didn’t get to drag him down for a demanding
kiss because he was suddenly not there. The feeling of his legs suddenly being
pushed apart surprised him, and the hot wet mouth licking his inner thigh made
him moan deep and low.
“There we are,” Wally said, releasing Dick’s legs, the hands now free to rub
and massage the insides of Dick’s thighs, his hips, his ass. The entire time,
Wally licked, kissed, bit, and sucked on the skin all around Dick’s cock and
balls as the poor boy whined and pleaded him to do more, hands scrambling
against the sheets.
“Oh God, Wally, just suck me,” he pleaded through gritted teeth. Within
milliseconds, there was a strange popping sound, a hot mouth almost completely
swallowing his cock, and a slick finger pressing against his entrance.
Lube. He was holding lube. The thought barely had time to form before the
finger slid in, a semi familiar burn following it that made Dick hiss. The
finger stilled, but the tongue twirling around the head of his cock did not. It
was enough of a distraction for Dick that Wally could start moving again, and
when a second finger was added, Dick was too caught up in the pleasure to mind
the pain.
“Oh-oh God,” he breathed as Wally began to scissor his fingers, the tight
muscle slowly stretching. Wally hummed around Dick’s cock in answer, which made
the boy moan and pant. The third finger caused a new burning sensation, but it
was over quickly as an impending orgasm loomed over Dick.
“W-wally. I’m so ung…so close.” He said quietly. Wally curled his fingers at
the words, and Dick suddenly found his back off the mattress, eyes opened wide
but seeing nothing but white as he suddenly came hard and abrupt.
Dick didn’t come back down from the sudden orgasm until he heard Wally coughing
quietly.
“Well, looks like I’ll be needing to look for that while I’m in there.” Wally
said, half joking, half serious. Dick nodded, boneless and voiceless for a
moment. There was a tearing noise, the sound of something slick, and then
another pop. Lifting his head, Dick watched Wally rub a large amount of lube
over his latex wrapped cock. The sight alone had Dick swallowing hard and heat
beginning to blossom in him, along with a sudden sense of nervousness.
Wally grinned at him when he noticed the other watching, and Dick motioned for
him to come over, the smile helping to ground him. Wally complied, crawling
between the others still spread legs to kiss the boy wonder. It was a soft
kiss, but it didn’t stay one. Slowly, the pressure of the kiss increased as
Dick felt Wally’s cock pressing against his entrance, teasing and waiting for
him to give Wally the go ahead. Pulling back, Dick looked Wally in the face,
seeing just a hint of his oh-so green eyes in the dark.
“Do you remember what comes next?” Wally whispered, voice low, and Dick
swallowed and shivered at the sensation it sent through him.
Then, when you can’t move, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you slow and long until
you’re begging again. Begging for me.
“Fuck me.” Dick’s voice was raspy, low, and all the incentive Wally needed.
The push in almost had Wally sheathed up to the hilt, Dick’s muscles still
slackened from his first orgasm, but they didn’t stay that way. Within a few
seconds, the warm walls of Dick’s ass were pressing down on Wally from all
sides, making the speedster moan.
“Fuuuuck Dick. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last,” he groaned,
thrusting experimentally and making Dick groan in response. Wally started slow,
both because he was getting used to the tight walls of Dick’s insides, and just
to savor the feeling. Dick wasn’t going to complain anytime soon either,
enjoying the slow thrusts as his body began to wake up again, the slow burn
from before slowly slipping away.
“F-faster Wally,” Dick panted when Wally was finally able to push in all the
way without the burn. “Please, Wally, faster.”
“What I do babe.” The speedster said in his ear and the speed began. The
thrusts were still controlled and deep, but it wasn’t the slow speed as before.
The bed below them rocked gently as both boys moaned, the thrusts slowly
quickening and the pace that had been set fell away.
“S-stop holding b-back.” Dick panted, his body yearning for the speed he knew
Wally could produce, to feel him as a blur above him.
“Did you forget the last part?” Wally asked, and Dick swallowed. How could he?
Then when you finally do, I will fuck you so hard and fast your body will leave
a permanent indent in the mattress, and you’ll be horse for days from screaming
my name.
“N-no.” Dick panted, and the pace was starting to slacken, making Dick buck
upwards; it wasn’t enough.
“And what do you have to do for the last part?” Wally asked, the deepest of
chocolates flitting over Dick’s tongue. For a moment, Dick felt his pride
surge, blocking anything he could have said. But it didn’t last, not with that
maddening rhythm slowing inside him.
“Please, Wally,” he said swallowing hard.
“Please what Dick?” How the hell could his words taste like that?
“Please fuck me into the mattress. Please fuck me till I can’t talk. Please, oh
God Wally just…please.” Dick finished weakly as he felt the red heads cock
press in all the way, then still. For a moment nothing happened and Dick
swallowed hard against the question in his throat.
“God you’re so fucking hot,” Wally whispered before bending down and kissing
him. Dick wrapped his arms around the red heads neck. Dick groaned into the red
heads mouth when Wally hooked Dick's long legs over his own pale, freckled
shoulders. When they broke apart to breathe, Dick was gasping, and Wally
somehow managed to grin and pant at the same time.
The thrusts came quick, fast, and sharply angled before Dick’s brain could even
register them; but his body did. He cried out and pulled Wally closer to him,
forcing his own knees towards his chest; it just made the angle even better.
Dick could taste strange fruit and chocolate as the noises Wally made bounced
in his head. Flavors that mingled with the taste of salt and flesh as he
pressed his open mouth into the others shoulder. The taste made his head spin
and body sing. He could do little now to stifle his cries, especially when
Wally shifted oh so slightly and began ramming him over and over in a certain
spot.
“F-f-f..uhg…God…Wal. C-c…oh fuck.” Dick spouted, not sure what he was saying
but saying everything at once as he felt his eyes roll back in his head. Wally
just continued to pound him, closing the gap between pleasure and absolute
euphoria quickly.
“D-dick," Wally choked out just before he came, “I love you.” The flavor that
came with the words was more delicious than anything Dick had ever tasted,
something he could never explain, and it was a combination of that and the
feeling of Wally’s cock becoming a hard press and blur inside him that made him
cum hard between them.
The cry that Dick let out rang in their ears as both boys bucked against each
other spastically, riding out their orgasms while staring at the back of their
own eye socket. When they finally came down, Wally collapsed, and Dick went
limp beneath him; legs a bare blip of pain in his pleasure soaked brain.
It wasn’t until he realized he was still breathing that Dick slowly began to
feel drained, the orgasm ebbing away as Wally pulled out. The red head
untangled from Dick before collapsing next to him, their chests still heaving
gently. Dick turned to curl up next to him, but was surprised when he found the
spot empty. He heard stumbling, and turning to the rest of the room, saw Wally
disappear into his bathroom, returning with a wet cloth moments later. The
condom he had been wearing was also missing.
“Can’t fucking run straight," Wally said with a grin, getting the barest
chuckle out of Dick’s sore throat. The warm cloth that Wally ran over Dick’s
stomach and lower chest made Dick sigh happily.
“Do you need anything?” Wally asked when he had cleaned all that he could,
managing to move Dick beneath the covers. Dick couldn’t help but smile as he
saw how much the other was shaking. It made him feel better about how much he
was.
“Water," Dick said hoarsely, and in moments he was being propped up and was
drinking from a small water bottle, the sound of the mini fridge opening and
closing a few seconds late to give him warning. He finished the entire thing,
and before Wally could disappear to get another, had grabbed the speedsters arm
and was pulling him down. Wally didn’t try and escape the weak grasp and
instead laid himself down next to the smaller male.
“That was nice,” Wally said, flavor of oranges in his tired tone as he pulled
Dick against him and the sheets around them, spooning the smaller boy.
“Mmmmm.” Was all Dick could really say back to that as he snuggled against the
other.
“You really don’t have a voice right now do you?” Wally murmured with a tired
chuckle.
“Mmmhmmm.” Dick confirmed as he pulled Wally’s arms tighter around him.
“Well then, looks like I was at least able to keep up on part of my promi-“
“Wally.” Dick interrupted voice husky.
“Yeah Dick?” And the flavor of his name had never been sweeter coming from
anyone else’s mouth.
“I love you too,” he said quietly and turned in the arms of his now lover,
managing to face him. Wally moved a strand of raven hair from his face, a
slight look of amazed awe on his face that made Dick’s cheeks warm. He could
feel Wally’s heart beat speed up, and welcomed the sweetest kiss they had
shared.
They fell asleep just shortly after that, not waking up until it was announced
that there would be a briefing in ten minutes.
They were five minutes late.
End Notes
     For anyone who has this condition I have NO IDEA HOW THIS ACTUALLY
     WORKS! I read as many things as I could about Synesthesia, and I know
     is a bit off (if not a lot) but I hope that you will enjoy it anyway.
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