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title: Burn Off The Crash
author: lisa roquin
rating: Adult
fandom: DC Comics
characters/pairings: Arsenal (Roy Harper)/Kid Flash (Bart Allen)
disclaimer: all copyrighted characters and their "universes" belong to their respective authors, writers, creators, production companies, producers and long lists of people that are so very much not me. Quite simply, if you recognize it, it isn't mine. No profit made, no harm intended, just having fun.
summary: It was a spectacularly bad idea and he knew it. It didn't matter. Another near miss of the end of the world, too close, too personal. The crash of adrenaline and fear needed burned off somehow.
warning: slash, blurry age on Bart (tho that's kinda canon itself), no particular canon timeline event related in any continuancy.
author's note:
wordcount: 1324



It was a spectacularly bad idea and he knew it. When a certain Birdboy or two heard of it--and they would, somehow, no matter if he and the kid never said a word...They would find out. This was the kid's room in the tower after all.

It didn't matter.

Clothes being speed-stripped off was a bizarre and not quite pleasant experience leaving hints of contact abrasion here and there. Only one other time Roy had experienced that. Wally had been pissed off and dared by Garth who had some bright Atlantean idea of a screwed up lesson Roy needed taught, and he'd been left standing naked as a jaybird in the Tower's kitchen in front of Donna, Kori and Raven. He'd been about the age of the kid in front of him and not so long clean.

"Slower, don't have meta skin," Roy groaned out with a breath taken between sloppy kisses, wet and sharp made of teeth, adrenaline and desperation.

"Sorry," Bart whined and vibrated against him. Clothes--uniforms--tossed every which way and lithe speedster's body all heat and need and skin pressed against him.

"S'okay."

"Please."

"Yeah, get there." Roy panted hand fisting in wild wind tousled hair and all but attacking the kid's mouth. A moment of conscience, wondering just how the hell old Bart even was. That was tough to say, what with alternate timelines, speed aging that had been slowed to normal aging and--to hell with it. He felt grown against Roy. The body against him was full grown and not in the least a child's lean runners muscle, dick hard and insistent against Roy's thigh. Physically probably somewhere between seventeen and twenty, quantum physics, reality bending and timestreams aside. He felt grown, and he was old enough to be wearing a uniform for years now.

Teeth clacked together, a hand grabbed his ass with bruising desperation.

Roy groaned. The kid was going to vibrate the skin right off his body and he didn't have speed healing to counter that. He shoved Bart back against the wall, a picture--something--fell with a thud, didn't matter no sound of breaking glass accompanied the thud.

"Be still," he growled and sunk to his knees, taking Bart in his mouth and swallowing him to the root.

Bart keened and vibrated, coming hard almost instantly. "Godgodgodgod" Maybe something else was mixed in the babble but Roy wasn't quite up to translating speed talking, his mind was otherwise shut down in favor of feeling, not thinking and it had been years since he really had needed to translate speed-babble. Wally had done that too when they were kids, back when just the five of them were the Titans and he'd gotten hyper over something or other.

Bart made a broken almost disappointed sound as Roy pulled back and let his dick slide from his mouth. His knee popped and protested getting back up after the way he dropped down. He ignored it. There would be time for heat rub and pain pills later. Right now all that mattered was the shaky riot under his skin, drowning out the nightmares the psychic attack that had hit the League and half the Titans. Burning away the thousand images of how Dick was tortured to death planted in his mind by Psy, burning away the overload of energy and adrenaline crashing down on him now that the latest crisis was over.

"Not done, edge off is all," Roy managed as he got to his feet, pinning the kid hard with his body and attacking his mouth again.

"God Rob cantgetrobouttamyhead." was almost sobbed into Roy's neck as the kid writhed demandingly against him when the kisses lapsed in favor of oxygen. Youth, adrenaline or speedster's metabolism, didn't matter, kid was on his way to fully hard again, not that he'd completely lost his erection to begin with after coming.

"Wing," Roy grated out and took a step back, hauling the kid with him, stumble shuffle to Bart's bed. He couldn't find himself the least bit surprised the kid's worst nightmare, what almost broke him was the freaky little baby bat as much as it was Wingster for him--and maybe even Wally and Garth though they weren't likely to ever cop to that. Too straight to even admit it to themselves, as straight as Dick and probably the freaky little baby bat now Robin.

He fell back onto the bed, flipping them almost while still in the air--almost--pushing the kid the rest of the way flat on his back after a bounce from the impact.

Bart writhed, arching up against him, hands grappled, rough grasping grabbing leaving scratches and bruises that would fade faster on Bart than Roy. Teeth banged together, faint copper taste of blood slipping into the messy kiss of wet, almost violent desperation. A lip cut on a tooth, his or Bart's he couldn't tell.

He lifted his head panting, an almost coherent thought of needing lube, preferably now in his head, not quite enough air in his lungs to get even a single word out. He moaned at the open mouthed kiss on his throat turned accidental not-quite bite, a gouge of teeth the way Bart was starting to vibrate again.

"Sorry" was whimpered out and kitten licks of apology against his throat drew another moan.

"Lube,"

A half used tube was shoved at his cheek almost before he'd completely gotten the word out, split second before the nightstand drawer it had been in hit the floor, before Roy even quite registered the fingers digging into his back were absent.

"Please!"

Roy grabbed the lube and kissed Bart hard and fast. Any further niceties, not that there really had been any, forgotten. Bart writhed up against him, vibrating almost painfully. Roy felt like he was ready to fly out of his skin without Bart's vibrations. Something, anything to get the hellish images--real and not--out of his head.

He no more than pushed away, sitting up on his knees between Bart's legs than Bart had caught the backs of his own knees with his hands, pulling his knees to his shoulders.

Fast, rough, clumsy. Poor excuse for prep, sloppy with too much lube squirted out on his fingers, leg and Bart's ass. Rough almost too-dry drag of his finger, fingers in the tight heat since he managed more lube on Bart's ass than in it.

He entered Bart fast, desperate too rough but the pained note in Bart's voice was drown by his babbling for more, harder now. Hot, tight around Roy. A leg wrapped around his waist, heel digging into his ass.

Clumsy, no finesse, no gentleness. Not lasting long either with how Bart clenched around him. His orgasm crashed over him, and on its heels the exhaustion of the last seventy-odd hours.

Almost shy, mostly uncertain hand slid over his shoulder and arm.

Roy summoned the energy to lift his head and look down at Bart. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Bart murmured. Gold eyes looking like he was anything but, proving the lie of the words. But the not okay was everything to do with the last few days not the last half hour or so. "Suppose you have to go?"

"Garth's got Lian." Garth had pretty much told him to go burn whatever Psy had done out of his system, with Grace or Indigo or someone. Bart probably wasn't on hte list of who Garth had in mind. Garth had known him too long, too well. A couple days with one of her favorite 'uncles' and her 'cousin' wasn't going to hurt Lian, and better than him before he settled back down after this last crisis.

"Stay?"

"You sure?"

"Too tired not to sleep and don't want to sleep alone," Bart whispered sounding almost ashamed, a blush coloring his cheeks.

Roy made a self-depreciating sound. "Not the only one," he admitted. "Someone there when the nightmares hit sounds good. Not wake up alone."