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“Don’t take this as more than a suggestion, okay?” Dick began, speaking the words into his silent apartment. “No pressure.”
They were in bed together on a lazy Sunday afternoon, sunlight streaming through the windows of Dick’s bedroom. Wally’s limbs were wrapped around Dick, his face buried in Dick’s hair; Dick felt Wally’s breath on the back of his neck, and the rise and fall of Wally’s chest.
Wally propped himself up with an elbow so he could see Dick’s face. Dick turned to get a look at him too, and he couldn’t resist reaching out to run a hand through Wally’s hair. It was sticking up in every direction, and there were pillow creases on Wally’s face.
“You want me to grow my hair out,” Wally guessed.
Dick’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Is that on the table? Yes. Do that.”
Wally smirked. He liked his hair short and they both knew it. Which was fine. Dick liked it too. (“Just never shave it,” he’d once told Wally seriously. “I’d still love you, but I would be very disappointed.”) “I’ll take it into consideration. What was your suggestion?”
Right. Back on track. This wasn’t supposed to be a conversation about Wally’s hair. It was supposed to be a conversation about this: “Would you be open to the idea of a threesome?”
Now it was Wally’s turn to raise his eyebrows. Dick continued, explaining himself. “Not that our sex life isn’t already amazing. I just thought it might be fun, if it’s something we’d both be into.”
Wally didn’t answer. He stared down at Dick, and blinked.
“Wally?” Dick prompted.
Wally shook his head. “Sorry. My super hot boyfriend just asked me if I wanted to have a threesome. I think I might be dreaming.”
Dick rolled his eyes, but smiled. “I’m being serious, Walls. Does that mean you’re interested?”
“Yeah,” Wally agreed enthusiastically. “Hell yeah. I mean, it would have to be with the right person.”
“Of course.” That went without saying.
“I don’t want to bring in a stranger,” Wally emphasized. “But if it was someone we both trust, I’d be down.”
“No civilians, I think,” Dick said. That had the potential to get… complicated. “Do you have a gender preference?”
Wally considered this. “I think I’d prefer another man. I feel like all the female superheroes we know think you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Which you are, but I don’t wanna end up feeling jealous because the girl we’re sleeping with only has eyes for you.”
Dick didn’t try to argue with Wally about their relative attractiveness. They’d had that debate many times, and Wally would not be swayed. He maintained that Dick was, bar none, the most attractive man “in the world, probably, but in the superhero community, definitely.” Wally had declared this matter-of-factly and brushed off Dick’s accusations of bias. “Men only, then,” Dick said.
“Redhead, obviously,” Wally contributed.
Dick shook his head. That was the running joke about Nightwing: He only slept with redheads. And while a glance at Dick’s sexual history mostly confirmed this allegation, and Dick would freely admit to having a preference, he wasn’t exclusively attracted to redheads. Besides: “This isn’t just for me, you know.”
“I’m not trying to break your streak,” Wally teased.
“You realize most of the male redheads we know are related to you.”
“Not all of them,” Wally pointed out.
Dick frowned. “I’m not having sex with Guy Gardner.” If he had to pick a Lantern, he would pick Kyle.
“You’re missing someone obvious,” Wally said. He waited for Dick to come to the right conclusion, but Dick was preoccupied by deciding which of the Lanterns he was least likely to sleep with. It was a competitive position.
Wally finally caught Dick’s attention when he said, “Roy.”
Dick’s train of thought left the station. “Roy.” Their friend, Roy Harper. Notable redhead, Roy Harper. Bow-toting, arrow-slinging vigilante, with biceps the size of melons and the kind of long hair that Dick had just minutes ago been fantasizing about.
Now that was an idea.
“He’s the perfect choice,” Wally contended, not realizing that Dick was already sold. “Male, redhead, hero, someone we both trust. I know you find him attractive.”
Hold on a minute. “How do you know that?”
“You’re my boyfriend,” Wally said, smirking and poking Dick’s exposed shoulder. “I’ve known you for years.”
“Do you find him attractive?” Dick asked. Once again, this wasn’t just supposed to be about him.
Wally flushed faintly pink, giving him away before he could answer. “Yeah,” he admitted.
Dick leaned up and kissed Wally on the cheek, making his blush deepen. “Do you think he’d be interested?”
“I dunno. Maybe. He’s single. He’s bi.” Wally poked Dick again. “You should ask him.”
“I should ask him?”
“I’m not gonna do it,” Wally said matter-of-factly.
“Why not?”
“It was your idea. And you’re the hot one.”
Dick reached for Wally’s hand, threading their fingers together and then brushing his lips over Wally’s knuckles. “We’ll do it together,” he decided. And Wally didn’t argue with that.
They invited Roy to a movie night at Dick’s place and put on the Lord of the Rings trilogy, though Roy talked them down from watching the extended editions. “I don’t have all night,” he told them. “I have a kid.”
Dick ended up between Wally and Roy on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, a blanket draped over all three of them. Wally was tucked into his side, and Dick had a hand in Wally’s hair, idly twisting strands between his fingers. His other arm was draped over the back of the couch, behind Roy.
Naturally, Dick spent the whole time making Legolas jokes directed at Roy, until, halfway through the Battle of Helm’s Deep, Roy said, “Bow and arrow aside, you’re way more of a Legolas than I am, pretty boy.”
Pretty boy. That was new. Dick felt Wally’s eyes on him, watching, waiting to see how Dick would respond. “I bet that means you think you’re the rough-around-the-edges Strider type,” he retorted, not revealing the way being called “pretty” by an attractive redhead made him feel.
Roy smirked at him. “You don’t agree?”
Dick pretended to consider the question. He purposefully swept his gaze over Roy’s figure, slowly. Roy didn’t flinch. “Hm, maybe,” he decided cheekily. “Still can’t get over the bow and arrow thing, though.”
Roy rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the movie, an affectionate smile playing at the corners of his lips. Dick bit back a smile of his own and looked away.
The third movie began. Dick made eye contact with Wally, silently communicating with him. They needed to get a move on if they wanted to ask Roy before the end of the night.
Dick took his feet off the table and sat with his legs spread so one of his knees brushed against Roy’s. Wally shifted positions too, laying with his head in Dick’s lap. Roy looked down at him, and Wally looked up, and they held each other’s gaze for several long, promising seconds before Roy looked away.
A few scenes later, Dick reached down to readjust the blanket over them, which Wally had dislodged when he’d moved, and when his arm returned to the back of the couch, his hand was touching Roy’s shoulder. Dick traced his fingers along the hem of Roy’s sleeve.
They stayed like that for a while. And then Roy paused the movie to go to the bathroom. Dick watched him go, concerned they’d made him uncomfortable, but when Roy returned, he sat a few inches closer to Dick, close enough that their thighs were pressed together and Roy’s hand had nowhere to rest that wasn’t Dick’s leg or Wally’s head; he took over running his fingers through Wally’s hair and Dick watched, transfixed.
Was it weird that this was turning him on as much as it was?
Aragorn sought out the Army of the Dead. Dick moved his arm from the back of the couch to rest fully on Roy’s shoulders, tracing the bare skin of Roy’s bicep this time, swirly patterns that were nothing but an excuse to touch.
Eowyn slayed the Witch-king. Wally reached up to take hold of Roy’s hand, which was still scratching lightly at the base of Wally’s scalp, in a loose grip. Wally’s index and middle fingers were touching Roy’s pulse point. Roy’s thumb stroked the side of Wally’s palm.
The Ring fell into the fires of Mordor. Dick leaned his head on Roy’s shoulder. Seconds later, Roy rested his head on top of Dick’s.
Wally released Roy’s hand and turned over onto his front, no longer even looking at the screen, propping his chin up on one arm and reaching out with the other to place his hand on Roy’s knee over the stiff denim of Roy’s jeans. Roy’s hand hovered in the air for a moment, like he didn’t know where to put it, before landing on Dick’s thigh, his fingers digging in just slightly, almost imperceptibly, five points of pressure. Dick’s heart was racing.
The moment the credits rolled, Roy lifted his head and turned to face Dick, and oh, he was so close. He blinked slowly and opened his mouth. His lips looked insanely kissable.
“Am I crazy,” he said, turning the volume down so he didn’t have to raise his voice above a low murmur, “Or are the two of you coming on to me?”
Dick searched for a witty retort, but the weight of Roy’s gaze was too distracting. “We both think you’re attractive. We were wondering if you’d be interested in a threesome.”
Surprise registered on Roy’s face. Like he hadn’t expected Dick to own up to it so quickly. Wally looked between them, waiting for Roy’s answer.
“Would this just be a one-time thing?” Roy asked, sounding a little breathless.
Dick and Wally had discussed this, and Wally gave the answer they’d agreed on. “We could do it once, and if it’s weird, we act like it never happened.”
“What if it’s not weird?”
A brief pause. “I’d do it again,” Wally said. “If it’s not weird.”
“So would I,” Dick added.
Roy glanced between them. “Guess that makes three of us.”
Dick smiled. Wally grinned. “So is that a yes?” Wally asked.
Roy swept his hand through Wally’s hair again, tentatively, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed. “Tell me more about your dynamic. I wanna know what I’m getting into.”
“I usually bottom,” Dick explained. “And Wally— Would you call yourself a switch?”
“Yeah, that’s probably accurate,” Wally agreed.
“I like it rough sometimes,” Dick provided.
“I like cuddling after,” Wally said.
“Wally’s refractory period is nonexistent.”
“Dick is insanely flexible.”
“I knew that already,” Roy interrupted with a smirk.
“What about you?” Dick asked him.
“Mostly a top.”
“And what do you like?”
“I like a lot of things.” Roy reached up and touched Dick’s face, calloused fingertips passing over his cheekbone, thumb barely brushing over his lower lip. Roy made unbreaking eye contact, and Dick desperately hoped Roy would kiss him.
Roy didn’t. “I can think of some specific things I’d like to try with the two of you.”
“Like what?” Wally prompted.
Roy tore his eyes away from Dick to look at Wally with just as much intensity, though his hand stayed where it was. Dick couldn’t move. Roy had pinned him down with the barest amount of physical contact. He was hypnotized.
“Here’s what I’m envisioning: I want to fuck your boyfriend while you watch.”
Wally sucked in a sharp breath. Roy continued, “Then Dick and I are going to make you come over and over until Dick is ready to go again. Then Dick is gonna suck me off while you fuck him.” Roy’s eyes were on Dick again. “Thoughts?”
Thoughts? No, Dick didn’t have any of those left. “Sounds good to me.”
“What he said,” Wally agreed.
Another smirk from Roy. “Great.” His hand pushed into Dick’s hair, drawing him even nearer, and once again Dick got his hopes up for a kiss, and once again Roy left him hanging. “I hope you weren’t expecting it to happen tonight.”
No, Dick and Wally hadn’t been expecting that. This wasn’t something they wanted to jump into. And Roy had to get home to his kid.
But— “If you don’t at least kiss him before you leave, I think Dick might pass out,” Wally said, reading Dick’s mind.
Roy took pity on Dick and leaned forward, kissing him softly. Dick’s hand on Roy’s shoulder came up to the back of Roy’s neck, keeping him in place. He parted his lips, earning the slick slide of Roy’s tongue. A hand pressed down over his zipper and he couldn’t be sure whose it was without opening his eyes, and it turned him on even more; he let out a bitten-off, pathetic-sounding moan and wasn’t even ashamed of it.
Roy pulled away, leaving Dick wanting more, so much more. Dick looked down and saw that it was Wally’s hand touching him through his jeans. Wally removed it and sat up.
“What about you, hot stuff?” Roy teased. When Wally realized Roy was addressing him, he blushed.
“If it’s on the table…” Wally said.
Roy leaned across Dick to kiss Wally right in front of him. Dick gaped. He’d imagined this, but the reality was infinitely better. Dick could have watched Roy kiss his boyfriend all night.
Sadly, they were on a schedule, or at least Roy was. Wally ran him home, returning minutes later. “I’d call that an unqualified success,” he declared, still a little flushed, and not from running.
Dick drew him in for a searing kiss, imagining that he could lick the taste of Roy out of Wally’s mouth. “This is gonna be amazing,” he said when he came up for air.
“The threesome?” Wally asked. “Or me fucking you on the couch where we just seduced our best friend?”
Dick grinned. “Both.”
They invited Roy back a week later, sat on Dick’s couch again and had a more in-depth discussion of preferences and boundaries and the last time they’d all been tested.
Once everything was out in the open and they’d established that everyone was still on board, Wally looked between Dick and Roy and asked, “Should we get started?”
Roy gestured vaguely in the direction of the bedroom. “Lead the way.”
Wally took Dick’s hand and dragged Dick into the bedroom. He was excited. So was Dick. Dick hoped Roy had been looking forward to this as much as they had.
Dick glanced over his shoulder. Roy was following them with his hands in his pockets and a fond smile on his face. Dick grinned and winked at him.
Roy closed the bedroom door behind him and addressed Dick and Wally, who were still loosely holding hands. Roy’s tone, expression, and posture were all casual, understated, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made Dick’s heart race. “First things first. I wanna see you make out with each other.”
Dick turned to his boyfriend. “Wally?”
“I’ll never say no to that,” Wally agreed.
Dick threw his arms around Wally’s neck, drawing him down for an eager kiss, licking into his mouth and burying a hand in his hair. Wally’s hands found Dick’s waist, drew him in and held him; they fit together so easily. Dick was aware of Roy getting in bed – Dick’s bed – but he didn’t turn to look.
They kept kissing until Roy gave further instructions. “Take his clothes off, Wally. Keep yours on.”
Wally tugged Dick’s shirt over his head; Dick held up his arms and arched his back, putting on a show for Roy even as he didn’t take his eyes off of Wally. Then Wally took off Dick’s belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and Dick stepped out of them, kicking his socks off too.
Dick was stripped down to his underwear when he finally met Roy’s gaze, biting his lip and sneaking a glance to the side, running his hands up Wally’s torso, tilting his head back to prompt Wally to trail kisses along his neck. While he trailed his lips and tongue over Dick’s warm skin, while Dick took in Roy, Wally’s hands found the waistband of Dick’s underwear and pulled them down.
Dick wasn’t hard yet, but Wally got a hand on him at the same time as he bit down where Dick’s neck met his shoulders, and that helped. Wally didn’t have time to do much more before Roy apparently ran out of patience.
“Get over here,” Roy said. “Both of you.”
Dick planted a quick kiss on Wally’s lips before leading him to bed. They ended up on either side of Roy. Wally and Roy were still fully dressed, but Dick couldn’t feel self-conscious, not with the way they were looking at him.
Roy grabbed the front of Wally’s t-shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, rougher than the one Dick and Wally had just shared. “Take my clothes off,” Roy instructed, and Wally wasted no time in complying. He undressed Roy like he’d undressed Dick, but slower, probably because it was his first time doing it and he wanted to savor the experience.
Dick could relate. Every additional inch of Roy’s skin that was exposed – scattered with scars like his own, scattered with freckles like Wally’s – was a revelation. Dick wanted to touch, but he waited. He knew he’d get plenty of opportunities as the evening wore on.
Wally’s movements were a little stilted at first, a little awkward, but Roy kept his calm gaze on him and Wally visibly relaxed. He spread his hands over Roy’s broad chest, pulled down Roy’s faded, distressed jeans in one smooth motion, palmed Roy through his boxers and then removed those too.
Dick’s eyes widened slightly. Roy was noticeably bigger than average. Size wasn’t the most important factor to Dick, but it helped. He was suddenly that much more eager to get to the part where Roy fucked him.
Like he’d read Dick’s mind, Roy announced, “I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend, Wally.”
Wally grinned. “Cool.”
Wally moved aside so Roy could roll over on top of Dick, arms and legs bracketing him, eyes sweeping down his figure and then back up again. Dick waited with bated breath, and Roy rewarded him by leaning down and kissing him.
This being only their second kiss, it felt new to Dick, new and exciting. He surged up into Roy’s body, hands moving across his arms, his chest, his stomach, unable to decide where to touch, wanting to touch all of it. He buried his hands in Roy’s hair, grabbed fistfuls of it and marveled at how soft it was; this close, it still smelled faintly of whatever shampoo Roy used. Maybe Roy had showered right before Wally had picked him up, or maybe the scent had lingered all day.
Moving reluctantly from Roy’s lips, Dick kissed along his jaw, down his neck. Roy’s skin was pale like Wally’s, and when Dick sucked a mark below Roy’s collarbone, it stood out bright pink. Dick loved that.
He left a trail of pink splotches down Roy’s chest and stomach until he was level with Roy’s cock, full and hard, and he bit gently into Roy’s skin a few inches to the left of it, over Roy’s pelvis.
“You aren’t supposed to suck me off until later, pretty boy,” Roy reminded him.
“You’re gonna tell me not to?” Dick challenged, licking the brand new mark he’d just made.
“He’s terrible at following directions,” Wally warned. Which was true.
“That’s ’cause you’re soft on him,” Roy replied. Also true. “Get up here.” He grabbed Dick by the arms and pulled him back up the bed. “Be good.”
Dick grinned. He was familiar with Roy’s strength – they’d worked together plenty – but he’d never seen it applied in the bedroom until now. He liked it a lot. He decided to push Roy a little bit more and see where that got him. “Or what?”
Roy took Dick by the wrists, held his arms down, and kissed him roughly. The sting of his teeth sinking into Dick’s lower lip and the pressure of his hands holding Dick in place had Dick gasping.
“Pass the lube, Wally,” Roy said when he broke away.
Wally reached into Dick’s bedside table and brought out the lube, handing it over to Roy, who released one of Dick’s wrists to take it. Dick didn’t like that. He wiggled his other arm free and then crossed both wrists over his head. Roy raised an eyebrow, and Dick gave him a meaningful look, prompting Roy to hold down both of Dick’s wrists with one hand.
“I can tie you up if you’d like that better,” Roy suggested. Dick shook his head. No, he wanted it to be Roy’s strength that kept him in place. Even if Dick knew he could get free, the rush was exciting.
“As long as you’re okay doing it like this,” Dick added.
Roy smiled. “Baby, I’m more than okay.”
Roy briefly released Dick to uncap the lube and slick up the fingers of his free hand. Dick bent himself in half, legs over Roy’s shoulders, ankles crossed over Roy’s back. Dick spared a glance over at Wally, who was always impressed by Dick’s flexibility. Wally was watching with wide eyes and parted lips. He didn’t even notice Dick was looking at him, too busy following Roy’s hands, the one that returned to Dick’s wrists and the other that began teasing the rim of Dick’s hole, getting it all wet and sloppy.
Dick watched Wally watch Roy finger him, working Dick open slowly. When Roy added a second finger and crooked them both, Dick looked up at him. “Feels good?” Roy asked in a soft voice.
“Feels so good,” Dick answered.
Roy’s fingers stroked Dick’s prostate, and Dick subconsciously strained against Roy’s hold on him, arching up, reminding himself that Roy still had him pinned down. Dick shut his eyes, overwhelmed.
Roy added a third finger, then Dick heard him ask, “How do we look?”
Wally’s answer came out strained. “Good. Really good.”
“Are you jealous?”
“No.” Dick blinked his eyes open to watch Wally shake his head. “I’m exactly where I want to be. What about you, gorgeous?”
Wally was talking to Dick. Dick was “gorgeous.” That was one of Wally’s names for him. “I love you,” Dick said. It wasn’t an answer to Wally’s question but it was what he felt like saying. He saw Wally’s face split in a tender smile.
“You wanna kiss your boyfriend?” Roy asked Dick.
“Yeah,” Dick answered.
“Tell him.”
“Kiss me, Wally,” Dick said.
Roy released Dick’s wrists to give Wally room to lean in and take Dick’s face in his hands. “I love you too,” he murmured, and then he kissed Dick softly. Dick did his best to return the kiss, though he lacked his usual grace; his brain and body felt hazy with pleasure.
Roy only gave Dick and Wally a few moments before he cut their kiss short. “Need you to get me a condom, Walls.”
Wally went back to the bedside table and held out a condom, still in the wrapper. Roy looked at it, but didn’t take it. He replaced the hand on Dick’s wrists and kept the other inside him. “Put it on for me,” he said.
Wally stretched the condom over Roy’s cock, Roy slicked himself up and then Wally sat back on his hands, in his front-row seat to watch Dick get fucked.
“Ready for me, baby?” Roy asked, finally withdrawing his fingers. Dick felt empty without them.
“Yes.”
Roy pushed in, and it forced a sound out of Dick that he couldn’t describe. Roy was bigger than he was used to. Roy sunk into Dick gradually until he was buried to the hilt. Dick’s mouth was hanging open. His thighs quivered.
Roy paused with his cock filling Dick to run his hand down Dick’s body, thumb brushing over one of Dick’s nipples, fingers digging into his ass. Dick tried to roll his hips, encouraging movement, but Roy stopped him, holding him still.
“C’mere, Wally,” Roy said, tearing his gaze away from Dick. Dick turned his head too.
Oh, Wally was a sight. Still fully dressed, but blushing down to his neck. It took a second for him to comply with Roy’s orders, but then he crawled toward them, and Roy added, “Gimme a kiss.”
Wally did. He kissed Roy like he needed Roy to breathe. Then Roy broke away and Wally fell back onto his knees, and Roy leaned forward and kissed Dick next. Dick licked eagerly into his mouth. He didn’t think he had ever been this turned on in his life. If anyone so much as touched him, he knew he was a goner.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of fucking you?” Roy growled, finally, finally starting to move. Dick couldn’t answer. He couldn’t speak.
“How many?” Wally asked for him.
Roy flashed him a dangerous, exciting look. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He looked back down at Dick. “And don’t think I’m leaving out your boyfriend, gorgeous.” Gorgeous. That was Wally’s name for Dick. Roy was borrowing it. The same way he was borrowing Dick. Oh, Dick liked that. “I’ve jerked off thinking about him fucking you too.”
“Do all your sexual fantasies involve Dick getting fucked?” Wally asked.
“Yours don’t?” Roy challenged.
“I’ve got a more recent one of him sucking you off,” Wally said.
Roy smirked. “Guess we’re making everyone’s dreams come true tonight.” He kissed Dick again, picking up the pace. “You like this?”
“Mm. Mhm,” Dick managed. “More.”
“More?” Roy echoed.
“Harder,” Dick clarified.
Roy fucked him harder, and kissed him again, and tightened his grip on Dick’s wrists and Dick’s hip; he was going to leave bruises. Dick moaned into Roy’s mouth at the thought. It was almost enough to send Dick over the edge. Almost.
He gasped in a breath of air, feeling lightheaded. “I need—”
Roy interrupted him, knowing what Dick needed. “Wally,” he said.
Wally knew what Dick needed too. He got a hand on Dick, and it only took two, three, four good strokes for Dick’s vision to go blurry around the edges and a wave of pleasure to hit him; he cried out and coated Wally’s fingers in his cum. Roy fucked him through it, and kept fucking him after, until Dick cried out again, this time from oversensitivity.
“Fuck. Fuck. Wally. Roy.” His eyes were watering.
Roy pulled out, releasing Dick, taking off the condom and throwing it away. Dick lowered his legs; they were still shaking. Wally wiped off his hand and Dick’s stomach with a tissue, then turned to Roy, whose cock was standing tall and proud, flushed red. “Need any help with that?” Wally offered.
“Nope,” Roy declined. “You’re next.” He patted the side of Dick’s thigh, gently. “Need a minute, Grayson?”
The honest answer was probably “yes,” but Dick didn’t want to wait. “I’m all good, Harper,” he said.
“Wrists okay?”
Dick rubbed his wrists where Roy had held him down. They were sore, but in a good way. He flexed his fingers and stretched out his arms. “Like I said, all good.” He propped himself up on his elbows, and both he and Roy turned to Wally, whose blush deepened under their stares.
“You wanna take his clothes off,” Roy asked, “Or do you wanna watch me do it?”
“I want us both to watch him do it,” Dick replied.
“Wally.” Roy waved a hand in Wally’s direction. “You heard the man.”
Wally looked grateful to have been given something to do. He lifted his shirt over his head, kicked off his jeans, and even though Dick had seen Wally naked more times than he could count, he watched hungrily as miles of pale, freckled skin was revealed. Dick could never get enough of Wally. He never would.
Wally glanced up as he shimmied out of his underwear, catching Dick’s gaze first, then Roy’s.
“Beautiful,” Roy murmured next to Dick.
Dick smiled. “Isn’t he?” They looked at each other, and Dick saw something conspiratorial in Roy’s expression.
“How long before you think you can go again?” Roy asked.
“Maybe twenty minutes. Thirty, tops.”
Roy turned back to Wally. “How many times can we make you come in twenty minutes, West?”
“At least three,” Dick estimated.
“Give me some credit,” Wally protested.
Roy crawled over to him, on top of him, and Dick caught the flash of his smirk. “You’re the Fastest Man Alive,” Roy teased.
“Not in every—”
Wally was interrupted when Roy kissed him on the mouth and fisted a hand around his cock. “Oh,” Wally said when Roy broke away.
“You were saying?” Roy prompted, stroking Wally with a brutal efficiency. Wally fisted his hands in the bedsheets and arched into Roy’s touch. He didn’t have an answer, so Roy continued to speak. “I think you’re right on the edge after watching me fuck your boyfriend.”
“It was so good, Wally,” Dick chimed in, leaning in close so he could run a hand over Wally’s chest, and then follow the trail of his hand with his mouth, pausing to lave his tongue over Wally’s nipple, and then bite down on the skin just next to it, leaving a mark that would fade too soon thanks to Wally’s accelerated healing.
“Roy felt so good,” Dick continued, lips moving against Wally’s skin, kissing up Wally’s neck. “He left me all loose and ready for you.”
“Left you wanting more, didn’t I?” Roy asked.
“Yeah you did.” Dick captured Wally’s mouth, and even with his eyes closed, he felt it when Wally came, the way his whole body went rigid and he gasped out half a moan.
“Not fair,” Wally said when Dick pulled away and Roy released him.
“When do I ever play fair?” Dick asked, kissing him one more time, relishing how soft and pliant Wally was, before kissing back down his neck and his chest and licking the cum off Wally’s stomach and Roy’s hand, taking Roy’s fingers into his mouth, sliding his tongue between them, tasting Wally. Wally watched with wide eyes. Dick returned to kiss him again, sharing the taste with him, and he palmed Wally’s soft cock until it started to grow again.
“Christ, Wally, already?” Roy remarked.
“Told you,” Dick said. He jerked Wally off slower than Roy had, pretending they had all the time in the world, pretending he couldn’t get Wally to come again just as fast, because he knew what to do and he knew what to say. “Wally, you and Roy look so good together.”
Roy’s voice, low over Dick’s shoulder, “Wally, I think your boyfriend has a type.” Dick felt a warm hand on the small of his back and stroking up his spine.
“Guilty as charged.” Dick kissed the side of Wally’s jaw. Roy leaned down and kissed the top of Dick’s spine. Roy’s hand curled around Dick’s neck, and Dick’s mouth fell open. He had a thing for hands around his neck (and around his wrists, and holding him down). Roy didn’t squeeze, didn’t exert any pressure, but his fingers felt like brands searing into Dick’s skin, and Dick’s breath came faster, his hand around Wally’s cock picking up speed to match.
Roy’s other hand found Dick’s face, found his mouth; Roy had his entire weight pressing down on Dick, and Dick felt trapped between Wally and Roy. Roy’s fingers parted Dick’s lips, and Dick sucked on them again, just for the sake of it this time, to give Roy a taste of what it would be like when Dick sucked his cock.
“Fuck, oh my God, Dick, I want your mouth,” Wally whined, breath hitching. Roy withdrew his fingers so Dick could respond.
“Come for us one more time,” he said. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”
Roy’s spit-slick fingers teased the still-loose entrance of Dick’s hole. His cock was hard against Dick’s ass and Dick wanted it in him again. “Wally,” he begged, and Wally responded like Dick had given him an order, spilling into Dick’s fist.
Roy’s hands left Dick’s throat and Dick’s ass, and Dick maneuvered out from under him to clean Wally off, with a tissue this time.
Dick couldn’t be sure how much time had passed since Roy had fucked him, but his body was starting to wake up again. He was feeling empty inside after Roy’s teasing, and he wanted somebody to fuck him a second time – at this point, either one of the attractive redheads in his bed was a viable option – but he’d promised that he and Roy could make Wally come at least three times first. He was going to deliver.
Dick mouthed over Wally’s hips and ran his hands up and down Wally’s thighs. He felt Roy watching them. Dick glanced over his shoulder. “This is gonna be you later,” he promised.
“I’m counting on it,” Roy replied.
Dick took Wally’s still mostly-soft cock into his mouth, took his time, felt it grow as he teased the head with his tongue. Behind him, Roy was searching under the covers for something; Dick heard him uncap the lube and slick up his fingers again, then felt wetness at his entrance. Roy didn’t venture inside; he kept his fingers where they were, circling Dick’s hole, a silent question. Dick answered in what Roy would hopefully interpret as the affirmative with a moan.
Two of Roy’s fingers entered Dick easily, and Roy used them to lightly brush against Dick’s prostate, again and again, while Dick sucked Wally off. Dick continued making encouraging noises, feeling his own cock harden against the bedsheets; he resisted the urge to roll his hips, wanting friction but knowing he needed to wait. He could be patient. To a certain extent.
Dick felt a hand in his hair, and he opened his eyes – he hadn’t realized he’d closed them – and saw that it was Wally. Another hand joined it, and that was Roy; while Wally simply held on to Dick, Roy started guiding Dick’s movements, fucking Dick’s face down onto Wally’s cock. Wally’s gaze was fixed on some point beyond Dick, and Dick suspected he was looking at Roy.
Roy’s fingers in Dick curled, and Dick moaned again, and Wally cursed and came unexpectedly, flooding Dick’s mouth. Dick swallowed, then lifted his head, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Fuck me,” he said, and Wally looked ready to agree before Roy cut him off.
“Are you sure? I think we could have some more fun with Wally first.” Roy was teasing, Dick knew, but he also had a point. There was so much they hadn’t done.
“We could have a lot more fun,” Wally interjected. “That’s why we’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“You won’t hear any arguments from me,” Roy said. He pulled Wally up and took his place on the bed, on his back. He nodded at Dick. “Hands and knees, baby.”
Dick obeyed, getting on his hands and knees, straddling Roy. Roy tossed Wally the lube, and Wally caught it. “Two fingers?” he asked Dick.
“Three,” Dick told him.
Three slick fingers entered Dick without any discomfort. Dick kissed the hickey he’d left on Roy’s hip and mouthed at Roy’s cock and balls. Roy’s hand was in Dick’s hair again, but this time it was gentle, stroking. Dick got down on his elbows so he could support his weight with one arm while he wrapped his free hand around the base of Roy’s cock. As he took the head into his mouth and ran his tongue over the slit, he could think of only one thing that would make this better.
He pulled off of Roy just long enough to whine, “I want your cock, Wally.”
Wally, who – as Roy had astutely observed earlier that evening – had never been able to deny Dick anything in bed, withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Dick moaned happily and redoubled his efforts, taking Roy all the way down his throat, feeling gratified when Roy hissed out a curse.
The three of them settled into a rhythm, Wally fucking Dick slowly at first, his hand finding the one Roy had tangled in Dick’s hair and lacing their fingers together, while Dick sucked Roy off like it was his job. Every time Wally hit the right angle, Dick made a little noise in the back of his throat, a semi-involuntary reaction, but one he knew Wally liked. Roy seemed to like it too.
“Faster,” Roy instructed Wally on Dick’s behalf.
Dick could picture the cheeky grin on Wally’s face – God, Dick loved that grin – when he replied, “I can do faster.”
Wally picked up the pace, his free hand holding Dick’s hip in the same place Roy had held him. Dick got a hand on Roy again, knowing he was going to lose some of his finesse with Wally fucking him like this and wanting to make this as good for Roy as possible. He must have underestimated how much the evening’s activities had affected Roy, though, because Dick hardly got his fingers around Roy’s shaft before Roy cursed again and came.
Wally’s hand left Dick’s hair to wrap around his cock, jerking him off while Dick was still swallowing. Roy’s hand left Dick’s hair too, came to rest under Dick’s chin and lifted Dick’s head. His voice was hoarse when he said, “C’mon, Dick.”
Dick met Roy’s gaze in the split second before his vision blurred again, his mouth gaped open, and he followed Roy over the edge. Wally stroked him through it, thrust into him a few more times, and then he went too.
Wally pulled out, leaving Dick feeling empty and wet inside, but finally sated. Dick collapsed to the side of Roy, laying on his back, blinking at the ceiling. Wally crawled over to Dick’s other side and joined them. He clasped Dick’s hand.
“Good work, team,” Wally said. Dick laughed, high on endorphins, his whole body buzzing with pleasure.
“I can stay for the cuddling part,” Roy informed them, “But only for a little bit. Said I’d be home in time to put Lian to bed.”
At first, it wasn’t so much “cuddling” as it was “lying next to each other, catching their breath.” Wally recovered the fastest, because of course he did, and curled up around Dick, face tucked into Dick’s shoulder. Roy kept his hands to himself until Dick reached out to draw him in for a lazy, open-mouthed kiss, after which Roy joined them, one arm slung loosely around Dick’s waist, his hand on Wally’s hip.
They stayed that way for maybe ten or fifteen minutes before Roy spoke up again. “Can I use your shower before I go?”
“I should probably shower too,” Wally said. “Mind if I join you?”
Roy sat up. “Not at all. Dick?”
Dick looked at Wally, who hadn’t yet moved, and then at Roy, who was gazing down at them both fondly. “If I have to,” he reluctantly agreed, not particularly wanting to get out of bed.
Wally and Roy both stood. Wally held out a hand to help Dick up. “No one’s forcing you,” he teased. “But there will be two wet, naked redheads in this shower.”
Dick rolled his eyes, but he followed them all the same.
Roy showered efficiently, and Dick and Wally did an admirable job of not interrupting him, even though he was a sight to see, water running down his pale skin, all muscle and scars and the hickeys Dick had left.
They got out, dried off, and Roy and Wally got dressed; Wally was Roy’s ride home. Dick threw on some clean underwear and sweats for propriety’s sake, but he didn’t plan on getting fully dressed until he suited up for patrol in about an hour.
“You meant what you said about doing this again, right?” Wally asked Roy at the door.
Roy glanced between them. He smiled. “Sure. This was fun.”