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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Barry_Allen/Wally_West
  Character:
      Barry_Allen, Wally_West, Iris_West-Allen, Jay_Garrick, Joan_Garrick
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Thanksgiving, Present_Tense, Community:_dcu_freeforall,
      Community:_yj_anon_meme, Mentor/Sidekick
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-25 Words: 2148
****** To Thanks, to Joy, to Gratitude ******
by zarabithia
Summary
     While they wait for the turkey to finish on Thanksgiving, Barry and
     Wally share a moment away from the rest of the family.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
They are supposed to be in the Garricks' living room right now, waiting on the
turkey to get done.
Or, fighting crime, as their alibi suggests. Barry mentally cringes at the word
alibi, but he can't argue against what his brain is calling it, because in
every sense of the word, what they are doing is a crime.
No, what he is doing. Because he is the adult. He is the responsible one. He
should know -
He does know better. He knows he has locked people up for doing far less.
He's a cop, for crying out loud.
~~
"Surprised you got the day off, Allen," Rudolph says. The living room is
surprisingly crowded, full of Garricks and Wests and Allens, and Rudolph has to
speak extra loud to be heard.
Wally takes advantage of the fact that the room is so crowded to sit extra
close to Uncle Barry. If anyone asks, he is hiding from Aunt Charlotte - who
really does hate him, and vice versa, so it's not entirely a lie.
But in truth, it isn't fair of Uncle Barry to show up in sweater that matches
his eyes perfectly and jeans. Sure, it might be ridiculous of Wally to get
turned on by jeans which aren't all that tight - because it's Uncle Barry and
the day that he wears skinny jeans is the day that Batman shows up to the cave
in a pink tutu - when Wally is used to standing next to the man in skintight
spandex.
But a loose bow on a present is even more inviting to unwrap than a tight one.
And that's a present Wally has unwrapped many times.
~~
Barry tells himself it's different, though. The creeps he's put away twisted
and manipulated the trust of children. He tells himself that those children,
those victims have never been out on the streets, risking their life to save
innocents.
He tells himself that he's not the only one in the Justice League to be doing
this to their sidekick. Nor is he the first.
He knows that no judge or court - including all the ones he's testified in
front of - would ever buy those excuses.
Because the greater evidence is the fact that Barry has snuck out of his house
on Thanksgiving Day with his nephew in tow, and is currently sucking his nephew
off on an isolated beach on a forgotten island, halfway across the world from
where they are supposed to be.
~~
So if Barry wants to tease him by flaunting a bow Wally isn't allowed to unwrap
right there in front of everyone, Wally sees no reason he shouldn't use his
powers for evil.
And by evil, Wally means "use his powers to vibrate in place while sitting
close to Uncle Barry." Nobody else will suspect anything, because sometimes
when Wally is stressed, he does vibrate in place without thinking about it.
It's something he has to consciously struggle with when he's in school. And
most people in the room have no reason to suspect that he is doing it on
purpose.
"I was supposed to work today, but the captain decided the department needed to
pay as few people holiday pay as they could get away with," Barry explains.
"Good to know our tax dollars are going to such a responsible police force,"
Rudolph retorts.
Uncle Barry doesn't rise to the bait, though. Instead, he turns to Wally and
raises an eyebrow. Uncle Barry isn't most people, and knows exactly what the
vibration means - after all, he is the one who taught Wally every delightful
possibility a vibration can hold.
~~
Barry has to keep shifting his position, because Wally is impatient and young.
Barry understands, because he remembers how it felt to be on the receiving end
of a warm mouth, even before he gained his powers. The overwhelming need and
warmth that makes a man certain his dick is actually going to explode in his
lover's mouth by the time he finally gains release ... well, it seems to have
tripled since the incident in the lab.
He's acutely aware of the fact that Wally will never have the before and after
experiences to compare, and that all Wally will ever know is the intensity that
comes with a speedster blowjob.
So he doesn't mind the clumsy roughness of Wally's hands, as they tear at
Barry's hair, or the accidental kicks into Barry's side, though the latter
brings a half-murmured apology that tears into Barry's heart.
He takes more of Wally into his mouth, letting the boy silently know that it's
okay, because after all, the bruises will fade just as quickly as Wally can
accidentally cause them.
Barry wonders, as Wally bucks into his mouth, if Wally would heal equally as
quickly from Barry's marks of affection, if Barry could ever bear to mark him
in any way.
Probably, Barry supposes; they are very similar in many ways.
~~
"There you are! I should have known you'd be sitting with Barry!" Iris exclaims
as she enters the living room. Wally grins brightly at her, both because she
gives him a hug, and because her hands are carrying a basket of rolls.
Freshly buttered rolls which smell perfect, and wow, it's amazing how easily
the scent of melted butter reminds Wally how much Thanksgiving is his favorite
holiday ever.
"For my two favorite gentlemen," Iris says, "because that turkey has a least
another twenty minutes to go, and I know it's killing you."
"What about Mr. Garrick?" Uncle Barry asks as he accepts the basket and Wally
wonders if anyone ever expects him to call Uncle Barry "Mr. Allen."
"He already snuck away with one of the pies," Iris laughs. She ruffles Wally's
hair and gives her husband a kiss on the forehead.
To everyone else, it's an affectionate husband and wife gesture. But Wally
knows better, because he knows that his aunt doesn't like men that way, anymore
than Uncle Barry likes women. It's why they married, after all, because their
families and professions would never tolerate their secrets.
Wally's the only one allowed to know, and he's glad, because it makes him feel
better about keeping the secret that he can't share with her.
~~
Barry may never have had sex with Iris, but he thinks of her while Wally is
lying on his back, panting in the pleased afterglow of his climax. With the
salty taste of his nephew lingering on his tongue, Barry thinks about how easy
she makes it for him to love a woman he can never be in love with.
And as Wally sits up, without a shred of self-consciousness about his naked
form, and reaches for Barry's zipper, Barry thinks about how wound up she gets
whenever she sees an injustice.
How furious she would be if she ever discovers what he is doing to her fifteen-
year-old nephew, and what he has been doing to him for some time.
But then Wally grins, that self-assured smile, licks his lips and says "it's
time to unwrap my present, Uncle Barry,," and Barry stops thinking of Iris
entirely. Because the very term that should fill him full of guilt instead goes
straight to his groin and fills him with lust.
And when Wally takes Barry into his mouth, Barry stops thinking of much at all,
except how damnably good this feels.
~~
"I'm glad Wally's not the only one sneaking off with the pie," Wally's dad
says, and Wally ignores the fact that his tone is slightly accusatory.
Okay, more than slightly. But still, he ignores it, because that cherry pie had
been delicious.
"Steal something on the way here?" Uncle Barry asks him, and he ruffles Wally's
hair when he asks, but the hair ruffle is different than Aunt Iris' ruffles
are.
It may have something to do with the fact that Uncle Barry's hands have made
Wally come with just one crook and one good vibration.
Or maybe it had something to do with the way Uncle Barry's hands lingered – not
that anyone in the room would have noticed, because time moved differently for
them.
"Only one of the pies," Wally says in his own defense. "The other two made it
here just fine!"
Wally's dad starts to say something, but Uncle Barry covers the oncoming insult
easily with a confession of his own. "We were supposed to bring two pies, but I
ate one of them last night, after patrol. I wish I could feel badly about it,
but that pecan pie was too good to share."
He gives Wally a conspiratorial wink and squeezes his shoulder. It's a touch
that makes Wally wonder if he could drag Uncle Barry to the bathroom, like they
had done at Easter. This time, Uncle Barry won't quite taste like chocolate,
but Wally is willing to bet that he can still taste the warm butter of the
rolls on Uncle Barry's lips.
"I have no idea where you put it," Wally's dad finally says.
"It's who they are, Rudy," Aunt Iris says, with a touch of reprieve in her
tone.
"Speaking of who we are, I should probably give Central City a quick run
through," Uncle Barry decides. "Want to come, Kid?"
~~
There's a river that runs through the island, and the two of them take the time
to cleanse themselves. Barry'd stopped in Hawaii to buy a bar of soap, and
would feel badly about that, except for the fact that none of the people in his
family are stupid.
You can't explain the scent of sex away, especially when both you and your
teenage nephew are wearing each other's scents. No battle can explain that.
"You ready to go, Kid?" Barry asks, once they are both washed and re-clothed.
Their hair will dry on the way, and if it doesn't, there's always the Weather
Wizard to blame.
"You bet! I think we worked off the pie and the rolls," Wally says. "Time to
refuel. Did I mention Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday?"
"I'm pretty fond of it, too," Barry agrees. "Especially this one."
Wally laughs, a sound as warm as the sand they'd been lying on, and replies, "I
can't wait for Christmas."
Barry shakes his head and hopes that he will have gained some sense and control
over himself by the time Christmas rolls around.
But he leans down and brushes his lips across Wally's, knowing that won't
happen, before they take off on a run.
~~
They bypass Jay Garrick as they are getting ready to leave, and Wally has a
sudden, irrational fear that the older speedster is going to come with them.
Not that Jay is a bad guy, but that's not what Wally wants.
But Uncle Barry surprises Wally by saying "Hey, Mr. Garrick, the kid and I are
going to head out for a quick patrol while the turkey cooks. Could you keep an
eye on things here? Ever since Cold found out my identity last year, it makes
me nervous to leave the family unattended."
"Has he tried anything, son?" Jay asks, and Wally fights back a groan.
Slowest.conversation.ever.
"Not yet, but you can't trust a rogue," Uncle Barry says firmly. Which is true,
naturally.
Jay nods his head in agreement. "Sure, I'll keep an eye out. You boys don't
stay gone too long and miss Joan's turkey."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Sir," Uncle Barry answers.
And then they are finally free to leave.
"I didn't think we were ever going to get out of there!" Wally exclaims when
they are halfway across California. "I thought we were going to be stuck there
forever!"
Uncle Barry laughs. "We had to get some private time eventually, Wally. This is
the holiday for giving thanks for all our blessings. And, Kid, there's nothing
I'm as grateful for as you."
~~
They're finally where they are supposed to be, and they reach their chairs just
as Joan is putting the turkey on the table.
"Escaped being late by a fraction of a second,," Iris teases. "Such an
improvement."
"Sorry, but the bakery was full," Barry answers, depositing a pecan pie right
next to the spot where Wally lays the cherry.
"I'm surprised any bakeries were open," Mary says, and Barry doesn't tell her
that none of the ones in Central or Keystone are, but a quaint little bakery in
Arizona is.
"Whose turn is it to say grace?" Joan asks.
"I said it at Easter, and Rudolph said it during the Fourth," Jay reminds her.
"It's back up to Barry."
"Then will you do the honors so we can eat, Barry?"
"Of course, Mrs. Garrick," Barry says, and he thinks that he really should have
rinsed his mouth out more thoroughly, because Wally's taste sticks in the back
of his throat as he agrees.
It continues to linger as he bows his head and begins to give his thanks.
End Notes
     Written for the yj_anon_meme prompt: Barry/Wally/Thanksgiving/sex :
     so basically, Barry/Wally sneaking off for fun times during
     Thanksgiving. and fulfills the "conceal" prompt of my dcu_freeforall
     table. Title comes from this quote: "Hide the dark parts, except so
     far as they are breaking out in light! Give this one day to thanks,
     to joy, to gratitude!"~ Henry Ward Beecher
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