Title: In The Dark
{also at AO3}
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Oliver Queen x Roy Harper
Genre: pwp smut, identity porn, hero worship
Warnings/Spoilers: bottom!Roy, masturbation
interruptus, fingering, cheating, hints of a dark past, set season 2
Word Count: 2960
Summary: "He knows its wrong. Its
not why he wanted to work with the Arrow in the first place. But
he just cant stop imagining it, their bodies pressed
together, intimate and close in so many different ways
"
Author's Notes: Wanted to write this at the end
of season 1, but decided to wait for a little more canon
interaction, and as usual put it off for too long. But Ive
been missing Coltons face lately, and just wanted to write
some smut, and it finally clicked :) I think Ive found a
better place in season 2 to stick this, but if theres any
glaring anomalies let me know, its been a while since my
last rewatch.
Disclaimer: nothing but the fanciful smut is
mine!
~
Its still dark by the time
Roy gets home, even though he feels like hes been prowling
the Glades all night. Itd been a quiet weeknight at the
club and theyd closed up a little early, but while Thea had
been tired and gone straight home, Royd had too much excess
energy to sleep. So hed hit the streets, swinging by some
of his old haunts, keeping his eyes and ears open
Just like
the Arrow told him to.
Sometimes Roy still cant believe he finally found the
vigilante. Or more accurately, that the vigilante found him.
That somehow, the Arrow had heard Roy was looking for him, and
then actually tracked Roy down. How that happened is
mind-boggling enough, but what really gets Roy is why? Roy
knows he has a lot to offer, even though the Arrow doesnt
seem to think so, so why did the vigilante even bother to
single him out?
Its just more proof that somehow, their lives are
connected. Roy knows it. And he can feel that knowledge vibrating
under his skin, needing to act, needing to do something.
Huffing a frustrated sigh, Roy pulls off his jacket and kicks off
his shoes. He hadnt come across anything tonight that might
be of use to the Arrow. Hes glad the streets are quiet, its
not like he actually wants bad things to happen, but he
just wanted an excuse to see the man again. Taking the vigilantes
arrow out of his back pocket, he places it carefully on his
bedside table before removing the rest of his clothes. He wants
it to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. A reminder, to
help him get through the day. A purpose.
Down to his boxers, he collapses across his mattress, but as soon
as he hits the sheets he knows theres no way hes
going to be able to sleep right now. Hes still way too
wired. If this is what it feels like to just be the Arrows
eyes and ears, he wonders what it would feel like to
actually be at the vigilantes side, out there, all night,
working together, fighting together God he wants it
so bad.
But hed promised Thea. No more fighting. Theyd had so
many break-ups and make-ups over it, Roys lost count. He
knows one day theyre going to break up for good. Theas
just too good for him. Shes always telling him he can be
better than who he is, but the thing is, how can he be better if
he sits on the sidelines and does nothing? If it came down to it,
Roy doesnt think hed be able to stand by if someone
needed his help. And how many people would need help, in The
Glades alone? The whole city? Roy knows he could make a
difference.
And the things he could learn from the vigilante. Not for
the first time, Roy wonders where the Arrow learned to fight like
that, to shoot, the kind of training and strength it wouldve
taken. If only the vigilante would agree to teach him. God
that would be amazing. What would it be like, to have the man
guide him through new moves, correcting his stances, improving
the way he throws a punch or a kick
Just the two of them,
one-on-one, the other mans arms encircling him as he shows
Roy how to shoot a bow and arrow
Roy groans, flopping onto
his back as he feels himself stirring in his boxers. What does
the man look like under that hood? Under all that leather? What
kind of strength and power does that body hold?
Roy cant help himself. He reaches down into his boxers and
grips himself, pumping himself to full hardness. He knows its
wrong. Its not why he wanted to work with the Arrow in the
first place. But he just cant stop imagining it,
their bodies pressed together, intimate and close in so many
different ways
It haunts his dreams at night, the feel of
the other mans body tight against his own, what could
happen next
Shucking off his boxers, Roy reaches over to
yank open his bedside drawer, rummaging around for his bottle of
lube. He quickly pours some onto his hands, gripping his length
again with his right, spreading his legs as he reaches down with
his left. At the first touch of the cool liquid against his rim
he gasps, back arching as he traces it, teasing himself before he
starts pushing in.
He rarely does this anymore. So when he does, its always so
much more intense. But his body remembers what to do, opening up
and relaxing until hes ready to take two fingers. He hasnt
been fucked there in a long time, but he would let the vigilante
do it. Hed gladly give it up for free if the man so much as
hinted an interest. Fuck, that green leather had
been tight. It hadnt left much for the imagination. But
imagine Roy does unzipping those tight leather pants,
sucking that sizable bulge into his mouth, getting it wet and
sloppy and ready for his hole. Roy groans as he pushes in another
finger. Hed need three before taking what he saw outlined
against the Arrows pants. He can see it in his mind so
well, remember every moment of that too brief meeting so clearly
So for a second he thinks hes still imagining it when he
sees the Arrow standing in his bedroom, right inside his open
window.
Jesus, he yelps, hastily pulling the sheets over
himself. How much did the man see? Hear? Oh God, did he
moan for the Arrow out loud?
The vigilante doesnt say anything as Roy covers himself up,
remaining completely still in the low light coming from the
streetlight outside his window. With a sinking in his gut, Roy
realizes that if he can see the Arrow, even in that dim light,
then the Arrow definitely saw him.
Roy forces himself to take deep breaths. Theres nothing he
can do about it now. He can only hope the man has the decency to
ignore whatever he saw or heard, and try not to hold it against
him.
What about your girlfriend?
Or not.
How do you know about her? Roy shoots back, instantly
on the defensive. Though he guesses he shouldnt be
surprised the Arrow knows about her if he knows where Roy works,
where Roy sleeps. Christ. Roy doesnt know if he
should be flattered or scared that the vigilante knows so much
about him. Probably both.
Roy heaves a resigned sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face.
Look, I care about her. I really do. She helps me keep it
together, every day. But what for? I know I can do more. I can give
more. Wrapping a sheet around himself, Roy stands up
off the bed, approaching the vigilante. What I feel for her
is real. But this is real too. I owe her my heart, but I
owe you my life. He huffs. You of all people
should understand, how to be more than just one thing.
What its like to need more.
The Arrow hisses in a sharp breath at that, turning away, and Roy
thinks he finally mightve hit a mark. But as the Arrow
turns, Roy finally notices the bulge straining against the
profile of the mans crotch.
Oh wow, Roy exhales, stunned. He cant believe
this is happening. Hadnt he just been imagining wishing
for the man to show some sign of interest? And this is
a pretty big sign.
Roy approaches the vigilante, carefully, easing himself into the
other mans space until he can practically feel the
heat of the other mans body. Can I just
Roy whispers, reaching upwards, but he cant seem to close
his hands around the other mans arms, as if the touch might
scare him away. Instead, he finds himself raising his knee,
insinuating his leg between the other mans thighs, until
theyre molded together, lengths pressed between their
bodies.
The vigilante still doesnt move, but Roys close
enough now to hear the quickness of the other mans breath,
as rapid as his own. Please, Roy chokes out,
hands still hovering uncertainly over leather, shaking with need.
With a groan the vigilante turns, grabbing him and crushing their
lips together. And as the vigilantes tongue begins
plundering his mouth, Roy groans as well, delving greedily into
the other mans mouth with his own tongue. His hands finally
find leather, clawing and grasping at the man as if he could pull
him any closer. But as their lips and teeth battle together, he
doesnt dare remove the mans hood, no matter how dark
it is in the room.
Theres still enough light to see where the bed is though,
and soon the man begins walking Roy back towards it, barely
removing his lips as they go. But when the backs of Roys
legs hit the mattress, the man finally releases him, letting him
sprawl backwards onto the sheets. The vigilante doesnt fall
with him though, standing at the edge of the bed to remove his
bow and quiver, pulling off one glove with his teeth before
discarding the other one as well. Roy quickly sits up, reaching
out to undo the other mans belt and unzip his fly.
Can I? he breathes, licking his lips as he hooks his
fingers into the mans boxers. A short, sharp nod from the
other man, and Roy is pulling his pants down, uncovering an
erection so hard, it slaps back up against the other mans
stomach, trailing precome across the leather there. Roy moans
helplessly at the sight, before he leans forward, taking that
beautiful cock in his mouth.
He almost doesnt hear the choked off sound the other man
makes at that, overwhelmed by the feel of the other man in his
mouth, hot and hard and perfect. He uses every trick he
knows, curling his tongue around the tip, then taking it as deep
as he can go which is deep, even after years of not having
done this and hes rewarded with the vigilantes
hand running through his hair, gripping the strands tight as the
man begins thrusting into Roys rhythm.
God he tastes good. Leather and musk and salt, pulsing thick and
heavy against his tongue. Roy loses himself in it, trying to suck
down as much of that taste as he can, swallowing and moaning
around the head as he feels the slick nudge of it against the
back of his throat.
All too soon, the vigilante yanks Roys head back, pulling
him off his cock with a snarl. But Roy doesnt even get a
chance to catch his breath before the man is leaning down,
shoving his tongue in Roys mouth again as he knees his way
onto the bed. Roy follows the pull of the other mans lips
as the vigilante crawls over him, moving up across the sheets.
And when they can go no further the Arrow begins moving back
downwards, burying his face in Roys neck, sucking and
laving and biting at his skin.
Roy moans, reaching up to hold the mans head there, and his
whole body shudders when he feels the rough material of the
vigilantes hood against his palm. But the man doesnt
stop at Roys neck, licking a trail down his chest, teasing
his nipples with his tongue and teeth as he unwraps the sheet
around Roys waist. And then the other man just sits back on
his knees, looking at him. Roy cant see the
vigilantes eyes under the shadow of the hood, but he can feel
them, burning across his body, and he finds his legs parting
under that gaze, hips canting upwards in invitation. The Arrow
sucks in a sharp breath at that, and he finally reaches out,
gently stroking the backs of his fingers down the insides of Roys
thighs.
Roy shivers under the touch, his legs splaying open even wider.
For all the forcefulness the vigilante has treated him with so
far, Roy realizes then, that this man also knows how to be a lover.
The thought makes him whimper, desperate for more. And when the
man goes lower, tracing the pads of his fingers around Roys
lube-slick entrance, Roy finds his hips thrusting helplessly on
the sheets. Each circle the man makes grows smaller and smaller,
closing in on his hole, until finally Roy can feel the mans
fingers, teasing his rim.
Please, he mewls shamelessly, and the man finally
gives him what he wants, carefully pushing two fingers in. Roys
already so loose, he takes them easily, and the vigilante lets
out a low groan as Roy begins squirming and squeezing around
them. More, he gasps, and the vigilante obliges,
pushing in a third finger, a fourth, so easy, thrusting
them in and out until Roy is groaning and writhing on the sheets.
Roll over, the vigilante rasps, pulling his fingers
out, and Roy nods, hastily complying. He hears the vigilante
rummaging around in his drawer, before he hears the familiar
sound of a condom wrapper, the snap of his bottle of lube. Soon
he feels the spongy head of the vigilantes cock, pressing
against his hole.
Roy keens as the vigilante begins to press in, oh so very slowly.
Even though his holes already been stretched, wide open,
the man is so big. And feels so good. It seems like
forever before the man is finally balls deep, and when he begins
thrusting, Roy soon finds himself gasping, clawing desperately at
the sheets. The man fucks like he fights, with complete mastery
of his body, as well as his opponents in this case,
Roy. With the amount of lube theyve used, Roys
partners usually slip out of him every now and then. But not the
Arrow. Hes just so big. And his aim is as always
deadly accurate, finding that spot inside and hitting it just
right, on every stroke.
It isnt long before Roy is a shaking mess, and the only
thing keeping him from collapsing on the sheets is the vigilante,
hooking a strong, leather-clad arm underneath him and holding him
up on his trembling knees. Theres leather everywhere,
pressed hot against his back and thighs, as they move together,
so close in the dark. Close enough, that Roy can feel the
vigilantes heavy breaths in his ear, the mans face
pressed against the back of his neck, hood pulled back
If
Roy turned his head now, just slightly, maybe he could see the
vigilantes face, make out the mans features in the
dim streetlight from his window.
But theres a trust the vigilante is giving him now, that
Roys not going to break. And even if he tried, he knows
that the vigilante would be too quick for him even now
that the vigilante would pull away. And thats the
last thing Roy wants. What Roy wants, is to pull the man even
closer, deeper. So deep, the man will never be able leave.
Because deep inside, Roy thinks theyre the same. He doesnt
even who the man is, but he thinks he understands what
drives him to do the things he does. And they both need this.
This closeness, this acceptance, this release.
Hes never felt so intimate with someone before. Its
overwhelming. Intense in a way he never knew it could be.
And better than anything hes ever imagined. Not even
in his wildest dreams, waking up come-sticky and keening. Roy
doesnt last much longer before hes crying out,
painting himself all over the sheets, dick untouched. And as he
clenches and spasms, milking the vigilantes cock, Roy feels
it pulsing deep inside his body, the man following him into
climax with a soft, tight grunt his ear.
Jesus, Roy huffs as they collapse on the bed
together, his body still trembling with aftershocks.
The vigilante doesnt say anything, breathing heavy against
his back for long moments afterwards, and then the man carefully
pulls himself out, easing off the bed.
Roy gathers his strength as he hears the man pick up his bow and
quiver off the floor, turning just in time to see the man heading
for the window.
When will I see you again? he asks, still breathless.
The man stops at that, but he doesnt answer, heaving a deep
sigh before hes heading for the window again, disappearing
back into the night.
Roy flops back down on his bed, burying his face in his pillow.
He cant believe what just happened. But hes
completely spent, too exhausted to process it, and before long hes
sleeping deeper than he has months.
When Roy wakes in the morning, he feels stretched and sore, his
skin still slightly greasy from the lube in between his legs and
on his fingers. But he cant find any leftover condom
wrappers, or any other evidence that the vigilante was there at
all.
Roy looks at the arrow on his bedside table, and wonders if
maybe, it was all just another dream.
~ fin
Just a oneshot! No plans to continue. But I do have a couple more
Roliver ideas I hope to write sometime :)