Sorry for the wait
Heya! Sorry if there's any mistakes here, I was in a hurry.
Why Guy Changed His Mind about Time Travel
He had always hated time travel. It mucked everything up and you never knew what you were aloud to say and what you weren't. Really bloody annoying.
But as he stood here, staring at the people in front of him, he thought maybe this time it might be fun.
They'd all been ripped out of various times and now that they had done their job and saved the universe (which everyone else would conveniently forget. See. Just another example of the suckitude of life. Save the world and not a single thankyou would be coming his way.) They were just milling around. Guy glanced curiously over them, youngest to oldest.
The first was just a kid, barely five and terrified. Made Guy feel almost protective as well as sad. Poor kid had some shit to go through.
The next was teenaged, gangly and full of seventeen year old angst and anger. A real little shit. The kid had his reasons and problems though.
He also stood over there, muscled like the football player but when he was first dragged in that one had been carrying his psychology texts.
The fourth was new, just received his ring and still struggling to control his new powers. Still acted like he knew everything and was all powerful. Knew better now, didn't he.
Dressed in the old blue jacket and yellow ring the fifth stood slightly away from the others, he seemed to feel a bit left out.
Warrior wasn’t shy at all. He was talking animatedly with Gal. They seemed to get along quite well. Maybe too well. Neither wore much clothing but both wore plenty of war paint. She was rather distracting, especially to the younger ones.
He tugged slightly at his collar and looked onwards.
The next was a little older than him. He glowed faintly green all the time, his eyes even trailing sparks. Curious.
The one after that was the most different. He wore a similar uniform but in brown and grey and wore rings of different colours. He was very sad and serious.
The man standing next to Rainbow was older still, hard, battle scarred and angry. He was starting to go grey at his temples.
The final Guy was old and grey. He had one cybernetic hand. He was still strong but grief seemed to burn in his pale blue eyes.
While they waited to be returned to their own times they decided to ignore what it might do to the time stream. They got to talking. Mostly just the older ones. About life and, of all things, love. About how life had sucked and how it would keep doing so. About how maybe some changes were in order.
They tried comforting the kids. Didn’t tell them much except that one day they would be strong too. Not strong enough to stop everything but enough to make a difference if they wanted to.
They paused on occasion to watch Warrior and Gal make out. It was both vaguely disturbing and extremely hot. They rationalised it as masturbation.
They talked long and hard about Hal Jordon. What he was, had been and would be. How they could change this.
They knew that they wouldn’t be allowed to keep all their memories but (regardless of what others might think) Guy Gardner was no idiot. They wrote down the major points he’d need to change. They had decided that the Guy who was currently the No.1 Honour Guard was at the best point in time to change things.
They settled down to wait.
Gal was happy to keep them entertained. Some of the older ones preferred each other’s company to that of a girl, even if she was only in the female shape for a short while.
Eventually they were all sent back to their own times. (During the intervening time there were two lots of public sex, five fist fights, six ring fights and one orgy.)
When Guy Gardner, Green Lantern Honour Guard, woke up he felt sick, very sick. Strange images flashed behind his eyes, he was sore, tired and reeked of sex. He would have put it down to a big night out in town (on what ever planet it happened to be) except that when he stripped down to shower he found the notes.
When, a week later, Guy turned up on Oa and dragged Hal into the nearest empty room most people, including Hal, assumed he wanted to tell him off about something or demand that he join in on some insane mission. So Hal was rather surprised when Guy shoved him onto the big heavy table in the centre of the room, climbed on top and proceeded to try and suck his liver out through his mouth.
Hal struggled, managing to push Guy off momentarily, he gasped out a question.
“What the hell Guy?!”
But the ginger haired lantern just kissed him again. He put everything he could into the kiss. His hunger, his desperation and his absolute confidence that this would work.
“Time travel Hal. Should have come. It was great fun. You would have liked Gal. Found out some stuff from my future selves.” He paused for a minute, breathing heavily against Hal’s throat. His left hand braced beside them and his right nervously stroking the other man’s chest. When he finally spoke again it was barely even a whisper and Hal struggled to make out the words. “Was always so jealous of you, so strong and confident. You were never afraid and you never seemed to stuff up too bad. I wanted you. Always did. And, apparently, always will.”
Hal hissed softly in his throat and rolled them over. Pressed Guy back into the hard table top and kissed him back. He let his teeth catch on Guy’s bottom lip and tugged.
“Good.”
Then he attacked.
They rolled to the floor tugging on clothes that quickly dissolved in puffs of green mist leaving them bare to searching hands and mouths.
Guy pulled away for long enough to smirk. “I always used to hate time travel.”
Word Count: 1023
Hypothermia
William was almost certain that Mark couldn't feel the cold. He hadn't complained all day while they trekked through the snow. He wasn't entirely sure why Marl had chosen this planet for their weekend camping trip. Damn place was an iceberg.
It had been freezing in the tent but the tiny heater was actually doing a great job. He still huddled under his blankets shivering wildly. His teeth chattered.
Mark was lying still under his one thin blanket. William glared at him. He really was thick wasn't he?
The brown haired boy stood carefully, blankets still held close and stumbled over to his friend's mattress. He dumped his blankets on top and slid under. Mark tensed.
"It's fucking freezing, Mark. Move over. You're warm."
The young hero rolled his eyes but obediently hugged the skinnier boy closer. He was really warm. He held William tight, chest to chest, under the heavy weight of their combined blankets.
William woke later, sweaty. Something was wrong. He pressed closer to Mark before realising his problem. He was hard. Thought he'd be able to control that.
A hot hand slid down his side and past the drawstring of his pants.
He looked up startled into Mark's glittering eyes. Strange highlights played over his cheeks and forehead from the dim light of the heater. A faint grin answered the question in his own eyes as that hand snuck down further and wrapped around his length. His hips bucked forward to meet Mark's own erection.
The young alien leaned forwards to whisper in his ear while continuing to stroke his dick.
"William. I'm not an idiot. It's totally warm in here. You could've just asked."
Word Count: 287
A Little Knock on the Head
Connor knew amnesia was a bad thing. But he really couldn't bring himself to try and fix Roy. There had been so much crap happen to the other man during his short life. The only thing that had been good to him constantly over the years was his daughter and Canary had her at the moment. Surely the man deserved a rest from everything.
Besides which, if he remembered who Connor was there was no way he'd continue what he was doing now.
He watched the darker skin of his hands as they scrambled for purchase in short red hair. Watched pale cheeks hollow and bulge as the Navajo man sucked at him, face pressed between honey coloured thighs. Short nails bit into the muscle of his side and the top of his right buttock. He thrust helplessly. Who could resist all that wet heat and wicked tongue?
His hips bucked up wildly and he patted apologetically at Roy's hair. The man just smirked around his dick and let his teeth scrape slightly. Connor whited out.
He came to with the other man kneeling over him. Roy was leaning back, sitting on his heels and was pulling himself off with short, almost violent, motions. He came on Connor's chest. Pale creamy liquid splashed over his already sticky skin and he trailed a curious finger through it. Brought it to his mouth and licked it off. He purred with surprised delight. Maybe he could see why some people liked giving head.
Roy crawled over him and lapped at the sticky mess on his chest, stomach and thighs.
Then he collapsed next to him and, hugging him close, fell asleep.
Connor waited a while before slipping out of the bed and into the shower. He was relieved that he'd put Roy in his own room but the guilt of allowing, no, encouraging this was eating him alive.
He left a note in the kitchen for their father explaining the situation and fled the city.
It wasn't until about a month later that they found him. In Gotham city. He was staying with Robin who, understanding the situation better than anyone else could have, had been hiding him.
Red Arrow stalked straight in the front door of the manor and ignoring both Bruce and Alfred walked directly down to the cave.
Tim and Connor both froze at the sound of his footsteps. The youngest Robin beat a tactical retreat when he saw the expression on the other hero's face.
Connor flinched away but didn't retreat. He'd never seen Roy so angry in the whole time he'd known him.
He followed silently when Roy made a curt gesture and slid behind him onto the bike which waited at the front door. Tim gave him an apologetic shrug as Roy threw the bike into gear and screamed out the gates.
He didn't slow or speak until they reached an apartment on the outskirts of town which he recognised as Nightwing's. Roy turned a key in the lock and pushed Connor through the door in front of him. He followed, locking the door behind them and led the quaking hero into a sparsely furnished lounge room.
Connor hugged one arm around himself feeling absolutely miserable.
After a long silence in which the younger man could feel eyes constantly on him Roy finally spoke.
"Look. Connor. I'm..."
The blonde broke in quickly. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have...I knew it was wrong and I..."
A hand slapped over his mouth. A hard chest pressed against his and he looked up into narrowed green eyes.
"Oh for... Connor I'm pissed at you for running not what happened."
He reached up and pulled the hand away from his mouth. "But I.."
"NO!" Roy pressed even closer, staring down at the blonde man. "I never thought of you as a brother. And I'm sure as hell glad you did what you did. Except running away. It was a bitch to find you."
"But what about dad?"
A hand curled around his back, stroking at the sleek muscles there and another caught the hair at the nape of his neck forcing his face up.
"We'll worry about that later."
Hungry lips descended on his and it wasn't until later that he stopped and thought about it. He was laying, curled half on Roy's bare chest and playing with the tattoo that twined around the redhead's arm. Sated green eyes watched him sleepily from above a self satisfied smirk.
He'd never had anything to fear from this man. And amnesia wasn't such a bad thing after all. It was only with the thought of no consequences that he'd been brave enough to admit to wanting this. He rested his head on Roy's chest and let the steady beat of his heart lead him into sleep.
Word Count: 811
Phew! Wipes forehead. There you go.
Why Guy Changed His Mind about Time Travel
He had always hated time travel. It mucked everything up and you never knew what you were aloud to say and what you weren't. Really bloody annoying.
But as he stood here, staring at the people in front of him, he thought maybe this time it might be fun.
They'd all been ripped out of various times and now that they had done their job and saved the universe (which everyone else would conveniently forget. See. Just another example of the suckitude of life. Save the world and not a single thankyou would be coming his way.) They were just milling around. Guy glanced curiously over them, youngest to oldest.
The first was just a kid, barely five and terrified. Made Guy feel almost protective as well as sad. Poor kid had some shit to go through.
The next was teenaged, gangly and full of seventeen year old angst and anger. A real little shit. The kid had his reasons and problems though.
He also stood over there, muscled like the football player but when he was first dragged in that one had been carrying his psychology texts.
The fourth was new, just received his ring and still struggling to control his new powers. Still acted like he knew everything and was all powerful. Knew better now, didn't he.
Dressed in the old blue jacket and yellow ring the fifth stood slightly away from the others, he seemed to feel a bit left out.
Warrior wasn’t shy at all. He was talking animatedly with Gal. They seemed to get along quite well. Maybe too well. Neither wore much clothing but both wore plenty of war paint. She was rather distracting, especially to the younger ones.
He tugged slightly at his collar and looked onwards.
The next was a little older than him. He glowed faintly green all the time, his eyes even trailing sparks. Curious.
The one after that was the most different. He wore a similar uniform but in brown and grey and wore rings of different colours. He was very sad and serious.
The man standing next to Rainbow was older still, hard, battle scarred and angry. He was starting to go grey at his temples.
The final Guy was old and grey. He had one cybernetic hand. He was still strong but grief seemed to burn in his pale blue eyes.
While they waited to be returned to their own times they decided to ignore what it might do to the time stream. They got to talking. Mostly just the older ones. About life and, of all things, love. About how life had sucked and how it would keep doing so. About how maybe some changes were in order.
They tried comforting the kids. Didn’t tell them much except that one day they would be strong too. Not strong enough to stop everything but enough to make a difference if they wanted to.
They paused on occasion to watch Warrior and Gal make out. It was both vaguely disturbing and extremely hot. They rationalised it as masturbation.
They talked long and hard about Hal Jordon. What he was, had been and would be. How they could change this.
They knew that they wouldn’t be allowed to keep all their memories but (regardless of what others might think) Guy Gardner was no idiot. They wrote down the major points he’d need to change. They had decided that the Guy who was currently the No.1 Honour Guard was at the best point in time to change things.
They settled down to wait.
Gal was happy to keep them entertained. Some of the older ones preferred each other’s company to that of a girl, even if she was only in the female shape for a short while.
Eventually they were all sent back to their own times. (During the intervening time there were two lots of public sex, five fist fights, six ring fights and one orgy.)
When Guy Gardner, Green Lantern Honour Guard, woke up he felt sick, very sick. Strange images flashed behind his eyes, he was sore, tired and reeked of sex. He would have put it down to a big night out in town (on what ever planet it happened to be) except that when he stripped down to shower he found the notes.
When, a week later, Guy turned up on Oa and dragged Hal into the nearest empty room most people, including Hal, assumed he wanted to tell him off about something or demand that he join in on some insane mission. So Hal was rather surprised when Guy shoved him onto the big heavy table in the centre of the room, climbed on top and proceeded to try and suck his liver out through his mouth.
Hal struggled, managing to push Guy off momentarily, he gasped out a question.
“What the hell Guy?!”
But the ginger haired lantern just kissed him again. He put everything he could into the kiss. His hunger, his desperation and his absolute confidence that this would work.
“Time travel Hal. Should have come. It was great fun. You would have liked Gal. Found out some stuff from my future selves.” He paused for a minute, breathing heavily against Hal’s throat. His left hand braced beside them and his right nervously stroking the other man’s chest. When he finally spoke again it was barely even a whisper and Hal struggled to make out the words. “Was always so jealous of you, so strong and confident. You were never afraid and you never seemed to stuff up too bad. I wanted you. Always did. And, apparently, always will.”
Hal hissed softly in his throat and rolled them over. Pressed Guy back into the hard table top and kissed him back. He let his teeth catch on Guy’s bottom lip and tugged.
“Good.”
Then he attacked.
They rolled to the floor tugging on clothes that quickly dissolved in puffs of green mist leaving them bare to searching hands and mouths.
Guy pulled away for long enough to smirk. “I always used to hate time travel.”
Word Count: 1023
Hypothermia
William was almost certain that Mark couldn't feel the cold. He hadn't complained all day while they trekked through the snow. He wasn't entirely sure why Marl had chosen this planet for their weekend camping trip. Damn place was an iceberg.
It had been freezing in the tent but the tiny heater was actually doing a great job. He still huddled under his blankets shivering wildly. His teeth chattered.
Mark was lying still under his one thin blanket. William glared at him. He really was thick wasn't he?
The brown haired boy stood carefully, blankets still held close and stumbled over to his friend's mattress. He dumped his blankets on top and slid under. Mark tensed.
"It's fucking freezing, Mark. Move over. You're warm."
The young hero rolled his eyes but obediently hugged the skinnier boy closer. He was really warm. He held William tight, chest to chest, under the heavy weight of their combined blankets.
William woke later, sweaty. Something was wrong. He pressed closer to Mark before realising his problem. He was hard. Thought he'd be able to control that.
A hot hand slid down his side and past the drawstring of his pants.
He looked up startled into Mark's glittering eyes. Strange highlights played over his cheeks and forehead from the dim light of the heater. A faint grin answered the question in his own eyes as that hand snuck down further and wrapped around his length. His hips bucked forward to meet Mark's own erection.
The young alien leaned forwards to whisper in his ear while continuing to stroke his dick.
"William. I'm not an idiot. It's totally warm in here. You could've just asked."
Word Count: 287
A Little Knock on the Head
Connor knew amnesia was a bad thing. But he really couldn't bring himself to try and fix Roy. There had been so much crap happen to the other man during his short life. The only thing that had been good to him constantly over the years was his daughter and Canary had her at the moment. Surely the man deserved a rest from everything.
Besides which, if he remembered who Connor was there was no way he'd continue what he was doing now.
He watched the darker skin of his hands as they scrambled for purchase in short red hair. Watched pale cheeks hollow and bulge as the Navajo man sucked at him, face pressed between honey coloured thighs. Short nails bit into the muscle of his side and the top of his right buttock. He thrust helplessly. Who could resist all that wet heat and wicked tongue?
His hips bucked up wildly and he patted apologetically at Roy's hair. The man just smirked around his dick and let his teeth scrape slightly. Connor whited out.
He came to with the other man kneeling over him. Roy was leaning back, sitting on his heels and was pulling himself off with short, almost violent, motions. He came on Connor's chest. Pale creamy liquid splashed over his already sticky skin and he trailed a curious finger through it. Brought it to his mouth and licked it off. He purred with surprised delight. Maybe he could see why some people liked giving head.
Roy crawled over him and lapped at the sticky mess on his chest, stomach and thighs.
Then he collapsed next to him and, hugging him close, fell asleep.
Connor waited a while before slipping out of the bed and into the shower. He was relieved that he'd put Roy in his own room but the guilt of allowing, no, encouraging this was eating him alive.
He left a note in the kitchen for their father explaining the situation and fled the city.
It wasn't until about a month later that they found him. In Gotham city. He was staying with Robin who, understanding the situation better than anyone else could have, had been hiding him.
Red Arrow stalked straight in the front door of the manor and ignoring both Bruce and Alfred walked directly down to the cave.
Tim and Connor both froze at the sound of his footsteps. The youngest Robin beat a tactical retreat when he saw the expression on the other hero's face.
Connor flinched away but didn't retreat. He'd never seen Roy so angry in the whole time he'd known him.
He followed silently when Roy made a curt gesture and slid behind him onto the bike which waited at the front door. Tim gave him an apologetic shrug as Roy threw the bike into gear and screamed out the gates.
He didn't slow or speak until they reached an apartment on the outskirts of town which he recognised as Nightwing's. Roy turned a key in the lock and pushed Connor through the door in front of him. He followed, locking the door behind them and led the quaking hero into a sparsely furnished lounge room.
Connor hugged one arm around himself feeling absolutely miserable.
After a long silence in which the younger man could feel eyes constantly on him Roy finally spoke.
"Look. Connor. I'm..."
The blonde broke in quickly. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have...I knew it was wrong and I..."
A hand slapped over his mouth. A hard chest pressed against his and he looked up into narrowed green eyes.
"Oh for... Connor I'm pissed at you for running not what happened."
He reached up and pulled the hand away from his mouth. "But I.."
"NO!" Roy pressed even closer, staring down at the blonde man. "I never thought of you as a brother. And I'm sure as hell glad you did what you did. Except running away. It was a bitch to find you."
"But what about dad?"
A hand curled around his back, stroking at the sleek muscles there and another caught the hair at the nape of his neck forcing his face up.
"We'll worry about that later."
Hungry lips descended on his and it wasn't until later that he stopped and thought about it. He was laying, curled half on Roy's bare chest and playing with the tattoo that twined around the redhead's arm. Sated green eyes watched him sleepily from above a self satisfied smirk.
He'd never had anything to fear from this man. And amnesia wasn't such a bad thing after all. It was only with the thought of no consequences that he'd been brave enough to admit to wanting this. He rested his head on Roy's chest and let the steady beat of his heart lead him into sleep.
Word Count: 811
Phew! Wipes forehead. There you go.