cupid's bonbons (1/2)
warning: mentions of sex pollen, masturbation, incest, handjobs, and sex in general
word: 1564
rating: mature
pairing: flash/barry & kid flash/wally, flash/barry & iris, and a few side pairings
genre: angst, drama, family, general, romance, smut
character: albert desmond, barry allen, bruce wayne, hal jordan, hartley rathaway, iris west-allen, jay garrick, koriand'r, komand'r, kristen kramer, pamela isley, patty spivot, wally west
Cupid's Bonbons
By the time Barry got back from Metropolis, it was already two in the afternoon. He had wanted to stop by at Bibbo's Diner, and see if he could steal some of Clark's apple pie. But when he saw Clark there with Lois, he decided to leave his friend alone.
And here he was, back at the crime lab. He was about to enter his office, when the new intern stopped him.
"Hold still," he heard her say, his eyes focusing on her right index finger. From the way she would touch the left side of his mouth with it. Slightly damped with saliva. By the time it was over, she was licking the chocolate icing off her finger. "I like devil's food cake too."
Kristen Kramer was her name, Barry realized. After his captain, Darryl Frye, had called for her.
And for a second there, she was his Iris. Despite the fact that she didn't have her green eyes or freckles. Just the hair. That vibrant, red hair.
As he watched her go, he found himself in an uncomfortable situation with his lab assistant. "Please don't tell Iris."
Because he was one of the good guys. A good guy with good intentions, who did good deeds in his spare time. All for the sake of the greater good.
"You might want to get rid of that phone number in your pocket first," Patty reminded him, while pushing her glasses back up.
Sometimes he wondered what she look like without them. Without those black and thin frames of hers.
She would look pretty, in his opinion. He really liked how she kept her hair short. The way she kept it, it was always so blonde. Blonde like his, and her eyes were just as blue. If not bluer than his.
But before Barry could even tell her, he found himself carrying a bunch of paperwork back to his office. As he sat down, he began to review some of the files that Patty had given him. It was folder after folder, until he heard the phone ring.
When he picked it up, he could hear people freaking out in the background. Some were yelling, others were shouting, a few were screaming, and who knew what the rest of the them were doing.
"Barry," he heard Iris say, "listen, I don't think I can't make it tonight."
"Why not?" was the first thing that had came into mind and out of his mouth.
"Picture News needs me," she explained, "and there's just so much to do."
"But what about our date?"
"Let's reschedule it for another time," as the chaos grew louder, "anyways, I got to go."
And before he could say anything else, she hung up. Her name still stuck in his throat. He put the phone down, and rested his head against the palms of his hands.
It bothered him, not being able to say goodbye. Because there were a lot of things he wanted to tell Iris. Like how much he loved her. Missed her. Wanted to see her. Be there for her. And she didn't even give him the chance to.
By the time Barry got over it, the paperwork was done. He decided to head home, knowing that there wasn't much he could do until the tests were done. But before he could go, Albert Desmond stopped him and handed him what looked like a box of chocolates.
"Looks like you got yourself a secret admirer," after Albert had handed him the card.
A valentine's card to be exact. The handmade kind that was folded in half with his name scribbled on the front. And when he unfolded it, he started to shake.
I love you.
Iris. She.
She loved him once. But that was a long time ago.
From the way he was shaking, Barry knew he had to get out of there. As he shook and shook, he had managed to get out of the crime lab before he could vibrate through someone. He was tempted though, after his director pulled him aside for another lecture.
This time it was about the cold cases. And how he should stop making it so personal. That he should just move on with his life, because it wasn't worth going back to past. But he couldn't, because that would mean he was accepting it. The idea that maybe his dad did indeed kill his mother.
Which wasn't true. It couldn't be. Not after what he had been through. Without them.
By the time Barry had gotten out of the police department, he was already halfway into his Flash costume when he remembered the chocolates. He decided to eat each and every one of them, before he ran out of the empty alley to patrol.
Slow down, Barry heard Jay say in his head, slow down.
What he was going through was an adrenaline rush, he figured, an automatic response to a trigger. The assumption that he could speed through this. This pain of his, as if it was like every other injury he had in the past.
He managed to stop some crime, when he felt a familiar urge. The urge to touch himself. And when he looked down, he saw what was supposed to be a bulge.
A very large and obvious bulge. "Not again."
Barry didn't want to jerk himself in some abandoned place, after that one time with Pied Piper. He was masturbating at the time when the rogue found him, and was offered a blowjob. Which he accepted and regretted ever since.
He decided to go home so he could deal with it, after he tried to touch himself a few times. As he headed back, he tried to ignore how uncomfortable he was. Going from spandex tight to skin tight.
When he came home, he could hear someone making a ruckus upstairs. In an instant, he found himself inside the guest bedroom, which was a mess.
"Wally?" and Wally just looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Barry noticed that the chemistry set was out, and at first it looked like a lab experiement. But when he looked more closely at the materials on the desk, they look more like ingredients for a cake or something.
"Nothing!" as his nephew zoomed over to where he was.
It didn't take the fifteen year old that long to notice what was wrong with him. And even though this was the first time he had ever presented himself like this, Wally didn't say anything.
At least, not at first. "Sex pollen?"
The word sex went straight to his penis. Causing it to erect even more.
"Not exactly," but that would explain why he still had an erection.
It wasn't often that Poison Ivy would expose Batman and him to sex pollen, but when she did, he found himself going after anything that moved. She didn't mind it, when he tried to put some moves on her. Especially after he began to go on about ecosystems and niches.
"Is there anything I could do?" Wally asked. "To help?"
There were so many things his nephew could do for him. To him. With him. Dirty thoughts that involved a lot of kinky stuff. Stuff he learned to like.
"Of course," as he took his nephew's hands and had them cupped around the bulge in his costume.
From what he remembered, by the time the sex pollen had worn off, he had already made love to Poison Ivy. And to Batman, who told him to shut up whenever he brought it up. How they defeated her, he couldn't remember.
"Could you do something about this?"
But it did remind him that one time with Hal, when they were visiting the planet Tamaran. It was his first intergalactic mission, and they were supposed to protect a princess named Koriand'r from her sister Komand'r.
Barry was about to let his nephew go, when he felt hot fingers sliding up and down. Slowly stroking him.
"Y-yeah," he heard Wally say, before giving his erection a bit of a squeeze.
At the time, he didn't know anything about Tamaranean plants. Or the fact that they would have such an effect on him, as a speedster, until it was too late.
"Do you mind if I touch you?" as he groped around, copping a feel here and there. "Like this?"
"I-I don't mind," while his nephew rubbed him. Rubbing him a little harder, a bit faster than before.
He managed to defeat Komand'r through sex. Hal told him it was more or less consensual after she got tired of his advances, but he still thought it was rape.
"Can I kiss you?" Barry asked desperately. His lips, dangerously close to his nephew's ear.
"O-of course," and that was all he needed to hear.
He even had sex with Hal, who was suppose to keep him from getting out of control. But his best friend's willpower wasn't enough, not enough to stop him from making love to everyone there. Including Koriand'r, who consented out of politeness.
"That wasn't enough," he heard his nephew mumble, "was it, Barry?"
"No, it wasn't."
The sensual sensation in his groin still lingered. Tingling as strong as ever.
In the end, they ended up omitting the part where he was exposed to sex pollen and had sex with everyone in their mission report.