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[2] - it's my 18th birthday and I accidentally locked us out of my dorm room...everyone else is sleeping.

Age: Nearly 17

The rattling sound of the door handle was not very reassuring.

Even less, the fact the door refused to budge did not exactly help this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Crap..." came the redhead's frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his fiery hair, green eyes narrowed down on the handle, as if it were holding information [entry to his room] from him...and that by glaring, it would relent [and open].

It did not.

"Sorry..." breathed out a small voice behind him. The blue eyed, Boy Wonder stood beside the taller in the empty college dorm hallway. In one hand, he held onto a duffle bag filled with a couple of movies, packets of popcorn, and candy...along with his toothbrush and fresh change of clothes in the morning.

He had been planning to stay the night...

Had been planning being those key words.

Wally had managed to get them locked out...

"Hey, hey," the taller turned to him and gave a tired grin. "Don't you dare apologize for anything...you're here. That's all I could ask for at..." he checked his phone quickly before looking back down at his young boyfriend, "12.06 in the morning. On my birthday."

Green eyes were locked onto the vivid blues before they inched closer to each other. The space between them melted away and sometime, halfway, they had started to kiss. It was sweet, and chaste. Something you'd give to your always somewhat paranoid boyfriend.

Wrapping long arms around the slim, yet fit, body in front of him, the speedster pulled Dick up a little closer against his body, fingers interlacing with themselves behind the smaller. And like that, for a moment, they just kissed. Soft pressing togethers of their lips, gentle moving against each other.

After a moment [of pure bliss], the younger was the first to pull away with an encouraged smile. "Okay..." he murmured, lips still against his boyfriend's unrelenting ones. Then, shifting back a little, until he could free his hands, Dick fumbled around in his bag and pulled out a small container. "Here..." he offered up to the freckled male with the sweetest smile [Wally swore it].

Quirking a brow at him, he reluctantly pulled his arms from around Boy Wonder and took the container, peeling off the lid.

Aha.

"I made it...it was uh...the nicest one...so I decided to ice it," there was a hesitant help, "Alfred helped."

In the center of the contain stood a single red velvet [his favorite] cupcake. It looked rather delicious, to say the truth. The cake itself seemed moist and fluffy...and the cream cheese icing spread upon it was dusted with some crumbs and red sugar. Yes. Definitely delicious.

A grin made its way onto his lips and he swooped down again to press a kiss to the brunette. "Thanks, Dickie~" he cooed affectionately before covering it again and setting it down against his door.

Perhaps it was now that having a roommate wasn't a bad idea. But, he couldn't blame himself to think it because right now, he was here with his delectable, young, forbidden [by Batman], sexy, blue eyed boyfriend. His, andhis alone.

The older sat down in the hallway, back leaned against the wall and gestured for the younger to follow suit.

However, as the smaller made to do so, Wally pulled him over and onto his lap, lacing arms around his thin middle and held him close; flush against his own, well toned body. Resting his chin on Dick's shoulder, he couldn't help but smirk at the sharp gasp followed by the brunette sitting in his lap.

"W-wally!" he hissed in a small voice.

The clock read 12.21.

"..I-is that...a-are you...?" his voice was a little higher, a little softer.

"Yeah, it is..." a chuckle, "and yeah, I am."

He really liked how the bird was trapped in his arms right now...

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Squirming really wasn't helping either of them. If anything, it was merely provoking the redhead even more than before.

Moving meant there was friction…and based on personal experience, friction never helped in situations like this. So his boyfriend struggling in his lap, 'dat ass' pressed and rubbing up on his crotch?

Yeah, not helping.

Instead, he let out a soft 'nng' at the movement, brushing his lips against the brunette's ear and nibbled at the shell gently.

This time, the 'Wa-ally!" which escaped Dick's parted lips were more of a breathy, aroused, whine than a hiss of protest.

Hands began kneading at the small body through layers. Starting low, the redhead rubbed his hands against the knots present in the acrobat's back. That was a reason he adored the Boy Wonder for. His flexibility.

No, not necessarily in that way.

Seeing as that way hadn't happened yet. He resisted the urge to groan at the thought, now moving his mouth away from his partner's ear.

So close...

Wally pressed on, now licking and mouthing at his boyfriend's neck. Picking a spot he had somewhat tenderized with endless scraping from his teeth, he began sucking, determined to leave a raw mark that would last a few days. His hands had gradually made their way under the jacket over hoodie over shirt, smoothing his palms out against the skin.

He massaged the tension away, heart fluttering at the quiet moans he managed to elicit from the normally unreadable teen.

Though the wriggling had stopped, the fact that his boyfriend was still sitting in his lap, making noises, moaning, didn't stop his aching manhood from twitching again.

Removing his lips from the bird's neck, he let an aroused groan rumble from his throat, smirking [licking his lips for added effect] at the dark spot which had risen through the usually fair skin.

Smaller hands were stroking at his hips. [When had Dick turned himself around to straddle him?] But that wasn't what he was focused on when deft fingers began working at his belt. What was he do-ohgod. OhgodOhGod…Fingers wrapped around him [hesitantly] and he heard his boyfriend let out a soft gasp; felt the shudder that passed through his petite body.

"…Do you like it?" he couldn't help himself from saying [tone husk], watching through half-lidded eyes.

The teen in his lap noticeably tensed, body rigid against the runner's. No reply. All the redhead could do was let out a soft chuckle, leaning closer to kiss him silly.

Then the hands around him moved; carefully. From that moment, all possible arguments of not trying anything funny flew from his head. No. That was not an accurate portrayal. They stayed, but were shoved deepdeepdeep into the crevices of his brain…just like how he wanted to bury himself into the depths of the younger's ass.

"I want you, Dick," he breathed out, lips still pressed close against his boyfriend's. He only received a small [consenting?] whimper, so the older pulled the pair of hands on him away. Quickly, he reversed their positions so that the gymnast was the one pressed against the wall, settling himself between slender legs.

Another moan from the younger encouraged him. He easily slipped off the jeans and boxers from around his hips, taking a moment to absorb the picture before him.

Legs spread [awkwardly straddling the redhead around the hips], exposed [he wants to strokehimfeelhimtouchhim], panting [his lips are moist….parted ever so slightly, letting the peak of a pinkpinkpink tongue show].

His fingers were against those lips now. Waiting. Waiting for the other to take them in and lick and suck and slick them.

Tentatively, the muscle moved against his digits, brushing the wet against his fingers. Soon, saliva coated the three slender appendages.

Pulling his fingers out of that delicate mouth, he pushed his own lips against his boyfriend's, snaring both of the teen's wrists with his own. Leaning forward, he pinned down the small body as his free hand traveled down.

Dick trembled, body fluttering under his touch like the vibrations of a moth's wings.

He pushed a finger through.

Hips bucked, the body tensed, and he swallowed the sound of a pained whimper.

Something in Wally snapped.

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Thrusting his finger in and out now, he clamped his mouth even tighter around Dick's, trying to muffle all the sounds coming from the younger's throat. He needed to be silent now…it was late, [early?].

He had never thought about how his first time would be, the small male realizes. Realizes as his boyfriend is moving his finger through his body. A cry catches in his throat and he just flexes and clenches his hands from their pinioned position above his head.

It hurts. It hurts, and he had a feeling it would…but he had never honestly imagined it.

As much as he hadn't put much thought into this, however, he had imagined where it could have possibly happened. And this. This was not a place he had even remotely filtered through.

He's not a girl. So he figures that he won't obsess over how 'perfect' his first time is. Or how 'romantic'.

His train of thought crashes, along with the back of his head into the wall. There are suddenly three fingers in him, stretching his entrance. Pain is dull in his endorphin soaked nerves. Pleasure is slowly coursing its way through his system as he managed to release a moan when Wally's mouth is no longer on his.

But that was only temporary.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

There was no longer fulfilling fingers inside his body…no more lips on his own…and a lack of heat from his body. His hands were free. Something akin to disappointment stirred in his body and he looked up at the redhead.

The look in those deep green eyes made him cringe unconsciously.

"W-wally…?" he gasps out, out of breath and still not thinking straight.

"…F-fuck…" the older hisses under his breath, trying to look away from those lust filled blues. "I-I…s-sorry…" he choked out. "I just…I lost control…I didn't even…ask…"

Guilt flooded the speedster; hitting him over and over again with waves. The next larger than the last.

Consent.

The teen currently gazing up at him all lost and confused was still only 16…so close…but still only 16.

He remained calm. Watching him…waiting.

Waiting for the moment when it all sank in, and the younger would shut his legs quickly, panic, then kick him off.

Instead, he heard a small laugh. Nervous. But it was a laugh, nonetheless.

"For a rocket scientist…you're pretty stupid…y-you know that…?"

He gapes.

"I-if you don't…don't recall…" Dick was pulling him closer again, "…I started it."

They were kissing again. Gently…sweetly. His tongue slips into the inviting open mouth and he can't help himself but grin.

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Wrists are once again pinned against the wall, bodies pressed against each other. Mouths clashed, but this time, no fingers were involved.

Positioned just south of where he wanted to be, Wally pulled back for a moment and admired his boyfriend's extremely ravaged body. I love you almost seemed appropriate. But not quite.

"Ready?" he whispers against the smaller male's neck, breathing heavily, but steadily.

The body against the wall squirms a bit.

"Y-yeah…"

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There was a moment when both of them held their breath.

Discomfort.

Pain.

Agony.

That feeling you would be split into two.

He pressed his body as much as he could up against the wall, head nearly smashing into it again. His mouth had opened with a silent scream, trying his best to adjust to the length within him now. It's as if something was buried deep within him, pulsating with an energy.

There's a moment he just sits there, mouth being attacked by the older's, fingers digging into his own palms.

But then he starts moving…and everything else begins to fade away. Everything fades away and leaves nothing else but bliss. Pure. Bliss.

Friction built between them with each slow, steady, stroke. Wally is grunting softly against him, hips thrusting in tune with a mental count.

A coiling sensation happens in the pit of his stomach, somewhere near his abdomen and he whimpers. He squirms at the unusual feeling, trying to wrap his head around it.

As uncommon as it was to think. The teen had never actually touched himself. There were moments when he had thought on it…but usually something else came along and drew his mind away. Be it a mission, homework, or the desire to train even harder.

The current sensation, however, is sending him over the edge. Over the edge of thinking logically. He's reduced to a small, gasping, writhing, shuddering frame as each thrust takes more and more consciousness away from him, little by little. Don't stop. Faster. Harder. He wanted more.

"Y-you can…." his voice gasps out, voice strained, "f-faster….go…go faster, Wally!"

And how can the other resist.

Letting the bird's pinned wrists down, the Speedster braces himself against the wall and slowly presses forward even more, body humming softly with vibrations. With excitement. This was happening. This moment with Dick was really happening [mind you that Batman would slaughter him in the worst way possible].

They're taken away, mouth pressed together heatedly, tongues exploring each other's mouths.

He feels legs wrapping around his waist, thrusting him even deeper than before.

They're lost. Lost in each other and lost in the intimacy neither knew they needed until just now. Just now as their bodies moved against each other.

12.50

The younger is gripping his shoulders tightly, trying to hold off on releasing already. But he does.

With a weak mewl, his body gives in and-

Footsteps were coming down the hallway, and sharp eyes spot a light.

Crap. He had forgotten about the random sweeps they did in the middle of the night…

But he's so close…so close! His body had begun vibrating even more now. Footsteps getting closer.

With one last thrust, he can't bring himself to pull out of Dick's body. Instead, they're falling. Falling backwards…

Well, now. That couldn't be right. The acrobat had been up against a wall.

The footsteps stop right outside [what?], then they carry on.

They're inside the redhead's dorm. They were inside the speedster's dorm room.

Fluttering his blue eyes open to look up at Wally, he opens his mouth in a silent question, still too whelmed to really speak. His mind was spinning, hazy.

"I…." was all the college student really manages, "…I think I just…" vibrated us through the wall…

That part is left unspoken, as he is distracted by the weak and tired smile his boyfriend is giving him.

"Happy 18th Birthday, Wallace Rudolph West."

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[3] - when you said we should break in your new car, this was not what I had in mind.