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Roy slowly opens his eyes, and immediately wants to close them back when the headache and throbbing in his temples begin to press on him, and his body aches uncomfortably just from the fact that he woke up. Just for a couple of seconds, no more, he sincerely wished to die in bed wrapped in this heavy, pleasant warm blanket, which he is ready to worship, but unfortunately does not save him from unpleasant sensations.
Oh, he feels that this day is going to be hard, so much so that the mere thought of turning off the alarm seems like an impossible task.
A lump moves next to him, and then a familiar red-haired head pokes out from under him, with the same sleepy, barely open eyes, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from, despite the fact that it was his phone that was its source.
-Wally, turn off your damn alarm, it's going off for the third time.
In response, inarticulate words are heard, and then a hand rises through him, turning off the annoying noise under his ear and immediately collapses into impotence, and a strangled groan full of pain and despair is heard from the person next to him.
-I don't want to.
Yes, it seems that he wasn't the only one who had a difficult morning, at least something is pleasing today.
- Mg, tell that to your teachers at school, they'll eat it up for justifying why you were late for the first lesson again.
He grunts with displeasure and only clings to him more tightly, hiding his face in his neck and the curve of his shoulder, closing his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.
-Woolley, rise, come on dude, and then we will get kicked out of bed by force, I'm sure he will, you know him.
Having changed the line, the door swings open abruptly and both boys jerk from a sharp creak and noise, even jumping a little from their seats, but Roy immediately grunts and closes his eyes from the pulsations that make his head crack.
Hal stands and looks at them, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the door frame with an expression of amusement and displeasure on his face at the same time.
- Will you vote? It's not Sunday, and your math teacher, Wally, is going to rip my head off if you're late for her class again.
Wally mumbles something and covers himself with his head, pretending to be wrapped in shawarma, both of them understand this as "I'll get up soon, start without me.
Roy and Hal are being reviewed. The adult frowns a little when they make eye contact, but doesn't say anything. The redhead sighs softly, imagining how terrible he looks right now and gets out of bed with slow, snail-like movements, scratching an empty stomach that is hungry faster than he is and heads to the bathroom, passing by a man who deliberately trips him over which he almost stumbles.
Yes, that's very mature of him. But despite the childish prank, it makes him grin and cheer up a little when Roy brushes his teeth and examines himself in a slightly stained mirror.
A large black T-shirt with the band "Curta'n wall" hung off him, slightly baring his shoulder with freckles, while the redhead tried to brush his teeth and apply his hair at the same time so that they wouldn't stick out so much and make him look more or less presentable before the meeting in an hour and a half. But the body is treacherously aching, as if for evil, just today, when it needs to go somewhere.
Damn, and he's ashamed to ask Hal to take him.
-What are you thinking about, Royboy?
Wally stands next to him, still terribly sleepy with half-closed eyes, finding a toothbrush and toothpaste only from pure memory, because how can you find something when your brain is practically dead in a dream?
He was without a T-shirt, his skin had turned a little pale after everything that had happened, but it no longer looked painfully white, returning to its natural shade, but even so, freckles covered him all over, which remind Roy of the starry sky at night.
He stands there, staggering a little and holding back a yawn, and after both of them have washed, they look like normal people. The two redheads looked at each other and couldn't help but giggle, so as responsible people under the care of the most responsible person, they start shoving each other with their pelvis and elbows, trying to push off in different directions as much as possible.
The fight lasted only a couple of minutes, after which both Roy and Wally got tired, from which one sank down on the edge of the bathroom and pulled the other by the hand, resting his cheek on his bare stomach and getting lost against him, making him laugh from tickling his skin with strands of hair.
Wally puts her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair and ruffling it again, and then kisses Roy on top of his head, closing the distance between them a little more.
- Yeah, Dick said there would be a meeting and that I needed to be there, something related to the case we've been dealing with for a couple of days.....aren't you coming?
As if to spite him, the guy's voice dropped and sounded kind of sad, which makes Roy sigh softly and shake his head in the negative, feeling how literally Wally's whole body gets upset and sinks.
-You know I can't. I don't think they come to see me.
Dick wants to see you, and so does Donna.
Roy looks up and looks at Wally, who stammers and cuts himself off, sighing, realizing that this time he has played this battle.
They didn't really like talking about Roy's addiction. Neither narcotic, nor alcoholic. Mostly because Tom was ashamed that Wally had seen all that they had all gone through for this recovery, which was still ongoing.
If it hadn't been for Hal, who took him away then, he would have been dead or lying under a bridge somewhere with the same drug addicts and alcoholics like him.
Roy will always be grateful to Hal for that.
Just like Wally. They both went through things they wouldn't wish on anyone, not even their enemy, and the man took them in with practically nothing and no one, without further ado, as if it couldn't have been any other way, as if they both hadn't brought even more trouble and expense into his already difficult life.
To support two teenagers, one of whom is a sixteen-year-old speedster who is a member of the Titans, and the other is an eighteen-year-old untrained former drug addict in home treatment. One was kicked out of the house, the second had a guardian who died, and they would only send Wally back to his asshole father over the dead body of Hal, then Roy, and then the entire team of Titans combined.
And all this despite the fact that Hal does not have a steady income, and his apartment is designed for one, not three.
But here they are, all with each other, adjusting to a new upside-down life as much as possible in their position.
They like it here, despite the situations that led them to it.
Roy lifts himself up and pulls Wally towards him, leaning him closer and kissing him on the lips, feeling the taste of toothpaste and warmth inside as their tongues entwine and their mouths part. The younger one closes his eyes and lets Roy take the initiative, loosening up and relaxing his body, almost melting in his arms. Isn't that sweet?
His hand runs along his bare back, grabbing his spine and going down again, squeezing his thigh and feeling how he laughs into a kiss from tickling in his touch.
- You know, I understand that hormones and all that, but can you come out and let me go to the bathroom?
Both break away from each other, a little startled by the man's voice, and Roy and Wally fix their eyes on him.
The pilot stands as if nothing had happened, looking at them with a bored look and pointing to the toilet.
The boy chuckles and slips out of the embrace, grabs a T-shirt and pants hanging on Hal's forearms, which he only noticed and shouting good morning, runs off to get dressed while Roy slowly gets up and stretches, yawning.
-Did you do it on purpose?
Hal frowns, but not out of malice, just feigned.
- No, what are you talking about?
- Yeah, I believed you.
After leaving the bathroom and deliberately not closing the door completely behind him, while an adult rolls his eyes, the red-haired man trudges into the kitchen to the smell of fried food and coffee with milk.
Surprisingly, it turns out that you can learn how to cook on YouTube from scratch, in the case of Hal, it was a full-fledged discovery. Who knows that teenagers need to be fed not only canned and greasy ordered food? Surprise, their uncle.
But over time, he began to cook better and even began to experiment, in the end, feeding a speedster is not an easy task, and they both took it up with their heads, so that Wally would not go hungry and would not even dare to think about it.
After all, Roy spends most of his time at home doing household chores, so why not learn something new? He's not Oliver to cook chili alone.....
The thought of his foster father made him shrivel and his stomach twist. No, he's not going down that rabbit hole today, it's already been a lousy day, there's no need to ruin it even more this morning.
Picking at the scrambled eggs with greens and bacon, stuffing a piece into his mouth, Roy flipped through the feed, looking at various recipes or news, saving what they could cook and what they didn't have in the fridge to buy on the way back after the meeting.
Hal calmly enters and makes himself a cup of coffee, at the same time throwing a tea bag into a mug of tea, and pouring milk into the second and heating it in the microwave. She also manages to massage her aching neck, wincing.
Roy's gaze falls from under his eyelashes behind his uncle's ass and the way the T-shirt stretches a little over his chest, and the outlines of the stars stick out in place of the nipples. Viscous saliva runs down the throat as the back arches and crunches noisily under a slight groan from this action.
It's very interesting to watch this, and Roy's stomach stirs when he sees Wally sitting next to him, who arrived at an unknown date, just like himself, staring at Hal Jordan's gorgeous ass in those filthy jeans with slits on the hips.
Both fry are reviewing, looking at each other and how they blush a little from the same stream of thoughts.
- Okay, Roy, your tea, Wally, cocoa.
The man looks at them and smiles, placing two full mugs in front of them, while he leans against the counter and sips coffee, looking at them with amusement.
They both felt goosebumps from that look, and in order to hide the embarrassment that crept up on them, they immediately began to drink under his gaze.
- So, Roy, you have a meeting at 10:30 today, Wally, are you going to the Titans after school? Should we expect you for dinner?
When he says that, he sounds like a mom, by God.
Wally, who has not yet chewed his food, begins to talk with his mouth half full about what plans he has today and that he will try to make it to dinner. The other two listen in silence, sometimes nodding or answering if necessary, but it was all routine.
When Hal is on earth, he will always be with them, we prepare breakfast and ask about today's business and what plans everyone will have, which made both teenagers very happy.
While Wally talks about their new mission, Roy checks the messages from the band he belongs to and at the same time reviews his plan for performing at it, which he agreed to do for a small, but no amount of money.
Hal completely forbade him to look for a job, just like Wally, saying that he would pay for school, medical treatment and everything else. He even bought their clothes himself, giving them pocket money, but being responsible for everything else. It's unfair and unfair, as they believe, but the man is adamant on this issue.
But where did he get the money?
They know that with the acquisition of the ring and constant space travel, Hal was not an exemplary employee, changing one profession to another, especially after leaving the Air Force, which greatly influenced the elder. Teenagers realized this a long time ago, even before everything that happened in their lives, when Barry was alive and Hal was communicating with Oliver.
Roy winces again. His conscience is gnawing at the fact that Hal stopped communicating with his best and only remaining friend because of him, but Hal assured him that until Oliver stops being an asshole, he doesn't want to have anything to do with him, even if they are friends.
Even if they had problems, Hal would break through with his head held high, so that they would have everything, not asking for anything in return except that everything would be fine with them.
The redhead swallows, looking at their pseudo uncle again, catching a glimpse of how his bare hands in a T-shirt rest on the same tabletop, and how well the burgundy color suits him.
Damn, he and Wally were in trouble.
Callosally.
That's how they could fall in love with a man they considered an uncle and whom they knew most of the time they spent in the hero world? Was Hal a family friend, always a cheerful uncle who flew in one moment, took them away from wherever they could wish, spending time with them, and then just as unexpectedly flew away, leaving behind a storm of emotions and childish delight that never faded with age?
He and Wally were talking about this recently, late at night, when the man flew into space for a couple of days to help in another sect. Roy couldn't sleep that night, and neither could the other boy. Despite the fact that they were already in a relationship at that time, which they didn't tell anyone about for obvious reasons (not all of his former friends would be happy for Wally that he was dating a drug addict, even if he was an ex) and which only Hal knew about, the redhead still managed to say that their uncle "very attractive indeed." And Wally? Wally blushed, and Roy understood. They are in the same boat in this ocean of falling in love with the person with the strongest willpower, and who, even if he dares to think of them in this way, will bite off his hand faster than he will do anything, to their great regret.
Well, how could they both not fall in love with Hal? Although this man was not perfect, and he has a lot of problems, and this is not even about financial, but about mental ones, but who else would care so much about other people's children? Roy thinks that if he and Wally had asked, the man would have brought a star from the sky and even the moon itself for them. Maybe even the sun is dimming? Quite possibly.
And so they had a plan.
Very dumb, childish, and Roy is already eighteen for a minute, very very simple - to test the ground and draw Hal into a relationship with them.
Silly, isn't it?
And Wally filled out the entire notebook, building different situations or action plans to test the reaction of the elder and let them know when the green light would be on for them.
Unfortunately, Hal is either too dumb to notice this, or he loves them so much that he doesn't pay attention and deliberately turns a blind eye to their antics, which is very frustrating despite the options.
It made me angry. It was infuriating. But how could they not fall in love with him even more because of this?
If Barry had found out what they were doing, and especially Wally, who was sixteen, he would have killed them and Hal on the spot. No matter how it sounds, it's even easier that he doesn't see them falling in love, because he's too smart and would immediately understand everything on the spot, nipping their plans in the bud.
But who can stop them? Dick? Take your time, he's not even communicating right now, only with Wally, and if he finds out that his best friend is dating, much less sleeping with Roy, they'll also try to drag Hal into it....
Roy twitched, imagining what would have happened. The other two people in the small kitchen looked at him in disbelief, until the older one glanced at his watch and spat all his coffee back into the mug.
-Wally, it's time!!
The speedster jumped up quickly and picked up the hand from the floor, ran at the speed of light, as soon as he slammed the door, the wind scattered magazines from the table and shook the kitchen cabinets from the rapid movements.
- I forgot!
Wally comes back again, just for a split second, kisses Roy on the lips and is swept away again like a hurricane.
Hal looks at him and shakes his head, laughing.
-Oh, this love.
The red-haired man rolls his eyes and starts picking up empty dishes from the table to wash, while Hal, just like him a couple of minutes ago, was checking the refrigerator for leftovers and making notes in his head about what to buy.
-Leave me alone, like you're not like that.
The man laughs.
- Yeah, it's good that I don't have to tell you about condoms, isn't it?
- HAL!!
♠
The day passes quickly, despite the fact that Roy's body ached and ached unpleasantly, and the inside of the elbow bend itched. But even all this could not spoil his mood.
Everything was quiet in the Narcotics Anonymous support group. Roy spoke to the newbies, telling them almost the whole story that he, Wally, and Hal had made up for him. For this, he was paid in ten dollar bills, which he almost immediately spent on figurines of red seals for Wally's collection, which he abruptly wanted to collect and spare headphones, because Roy knows his boyfriend too well and he is sure that they will soon break.
He bought Hal a keychain.
Paired.
For him, for myself, and for Wally.
Nice, isn't it? Three aliens held the sun in the shape of a heart, and they can be either disconnected or connected together.
Smiling to himself, the red-haired man sent a photo of Wally's key chains with the caption "we" and happily headed to the store, scrolling through the Instagram feed along the way.
Dick had posted a photo a few minutes ago of him and a familiar red head of hair, which made the archer smile, pushing away a slight tingle of jealousy from their appearance. He doesn't like the post, no, but he takes a screenshot so that he can process and save it later, because everything where Wally is is invaluable to him, especially when he is so happy.
Going to the store was a chore, especially when he stops by the alcohol shelf, standing in front of it for an indecent amount of time, clenching his fist with force as his eyes darted over the clear glass bottles with amber drinks. From home, he writes to Hal, who begins to talk about something of his own, and this more or less distracts the teenager from his vice, and only with this Roy leaves the department and goes to the cash register, laughing at the funny story that an adult tells him.
Yes, what would he do without Hal?
When he asks how the redhead is, he honestly replies that it's not a good day and that it's a bad day, but he's coping. Hal is happy about this, followed by a question about dinner, and so it goes all the way to their small one-room apartment for three, with a real home and support for these months.
Roy, as a responsible person, writes to Wally that they will order dinner today and asks what he wants, to which the speedster immediately writes the word "pizza" in capital letters and exclamation marks, which was as unsurprising as possible, but he still laughed with this optimism, felt even through messages on his phone.
It's all become routine.
Wally is at school and with the Titans, Roy is at home, shopping for groceries and meetings where Hal works part-time, and Hal is somewhere in space, but he always comes when they all get together, so it wouldn't really matter.
That's just if the older one didn't go out at night, which was very alarming for the two teenagers when they realized this after almost two months of living with a lantern. But they didn't want to ask. Hal is an adult, and if he sees Carol or anyone else, then it's his business, no matter how much their hearts ache at the thought, despite the fact that every morning the man seemed to cook breakfast for them, despite his very tired appearance and bags under his eyes, which he tries to cover up with a cansiller, but it came out It's too obvious, he's there anyway.
The tribute flew by pretty quickly, and before Roy knew it, a familiar clunk sounded behind him and he immediately felt a gentle hug from behind him, pressing his cheek against his paws. A smile spreads when the red-haired man turns around a little and looks at a slightly tired but happy Wally, who is almost purring with joy with his eyes closed.
Roy can't contain himself from such a beautiful view and shamelessly kisses his boyfriend, turning around completely and lifting him higher to be more comfortable. He sighs heavily but still smiles even through the kiss, while his hand gently massages the hollow of the coccyx, from which the speedster fidgets a little, but does not pull away.
Pulling back a little, they make eye contact.
- How did it go?
- Amazing, I'm very tired, and I really, really wanted to hug you all day.
Having said that, he hugs him again and even squeezes him a little harder than before, which makes Roy laugh and kiss the boy on the top of his head.
- Well, I think there will be dinner soon, Hal will be here soon, you don't want him to make that face again like "ah, youth, it's a great time"?
-Hmmmmm.....You know, if he watches a little bit, I'll get over it.
And again he pulls Roy into a kiss, a little rougher than the first one, but not so much, there is still a tenderness in it that is peculiar to Wally, and which he loved too much, and perhaps even respected.
Roy grins and flips them over in a smooth motion, and then scoops the boy up and sits him on the kitchen counter, settling comfortably between his legs as they wrap around his waist and pull him closer, so much so that now they can feel each other even without looking at the clothes.
His hand goes under his T-shirt, feeling the muscles, while the other lies on his waist and gently stroking it with light tickling movements, which makes Wally squirm and laugh a little, periodically tearing from his lips, but then weaving again for the pleasant, slow and lingering sensations that they gave each other.
-Do you think he's ever watched us for longer than he's allowed?
The boy tilts his head and hums rationally until his mouth finds his neck and bites it, sucking on the skin and running his tongue over it, completely worried that someone will see this hickey later.
- Mmm, honestly? I think so, but in the manner of Hal. Like.... is Hal Hal? Well, Hal's Hal, which is normal for him, I think.
Roy snorts at this and throws his head to the side, so that it would be more convenient for him to mock his neck, and then kiss him again, wrapping his arms around the same part of his body and covering his fingers in his overgrown red hair, pulling back a little, which makes him moan a little right into his lips.
Damn, Wally will drive him crazy, he swears, especially when his boner in his pants gets more and more sensitive and rests right on the guy's equally hard cock.
When Roy's hand unties the laces of his sweatpants and we begin to gently stroke his erect erection, feeling the body tense under him and the breath hitch as his thumb strokes the head.
-... Roy....I....
The door slams sharply and in an instant Hal rushes into the kitchen with a bag in his hand. his trademark flight jacket without even taking off his shoes.
- Children, I bought food... for my mother!
Hal freezes and looks at them as if they were naughty children, putting the bag on the table and taking off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair.
- You could at least do this in your room and not in my favorite place and my steel table!
Roy doesn't take his hand out of his pants, just looks a little surprised as the man, without a drop of embarrassment, pulls out the food he bought on the table and walks around the kitchen as if the picture in front of him didn't matter at all.
Wally shifted a little, but did not pull away, on the contrary, he watched with interest as Hal walked and quietly said something to himself under him, as if he had not caught them jerking off to each other in his kitchen. Both boys looked at each other for a moment, and then Roy shamelessly kissed the speedster again, breathing loudly on purpose, while the boy under him pressed even closer to him, squeezing his hair with his fingers, turning his head and constantly pulling back a little so that the sounds they made would come out louder.
Roy watches the man with one half-open eye, who just sighs heavily and, after glancing at them, leaves the kitchen, simultaneously throwing one condom at them, which he took out of the back pocket of his jeans. The contraceptive hits the back of the red-haired man's head, causing him to have a fit of fun and laughter, and they have to pull back again to restrain a growing smile and the desire to laugh out loud. Wally looks at him with amusement in his eyes, licking his lips, he looks at Hal's "gift" and can no longer restrain himself, completely giving himself up to fun.
- Haha, my God, we traumatized him.
Roy, barely restraining himself, lays his head on Tom's shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to calm the trembling in his body.
- No, we were traumatized when he came into our room without knocking.
Having said that, the red-haired man kisses the speedster on the cheek, closing his eyes.
- Do you think he was watching?
A hand gently strokes his hair while the boy hums, laughing, and then pulls Roy's face so that now they are both nose to nose, looking directly into each other's eyes, in which the same light of mischief burns.
- Definitely. We're going to continue, aren't we?
With a cheeky grin, Roy jerks again with the hand that stroked the penis, which makes Wally twitch and shamelessly moan without holding back.
-You're asking.
They didn't feel a bit sorry for Hal, who they were sure had heard literally everything that was going on in the kitchen for the next seven minutes or a little more. But neither Roy nor Wally really cared, maybe they don't look particularly grateful, especially with all this, but if Hal really minded, he would have said so, and not behaved like a great blind and deaf man who still doesn't knock on their room. and he enters as if he hadn't seen them with their bare asses during sex.
Seriously, they don't understand him. How can you be like that...such....There's not even a suitable word in his vocabulary or vocabulary to describe Hal Jordan and his thoughts.
Now, sitting on the couch where a man sleeps all the time and watching some movie that Wally had chosen because it was his turn, Roy glanced at the older one, who was behaving as usual, without taking his eyes off the TV and the plot happening there, as if he was really interested.
There was a lot of pizza, four boxes and a couple of bags of French fries, Wally was completely engrossed in the movie, eating and eating, completely not caring about anything in the world, while the red-haired man kept glancing at the other person sitting on the couch, noticing how Hal's skin glistened a little in the light of the TV, as if it was covered with some kind of glitter or something.
It's a bit strange, but lately there hasn't been much focus on these or other things. Although even the pocket money that the man gave them shone with the same luster as the elder's skin.
But there's no point complaining, so Roy turned away from him and began trying to make sense of the movie, locking his and Wally's hands together, gently stroking the back of his thumb.
It doesn't matter now, then they'll sort it out somehow, now he feels comfortable and good with the two people closest to him, the rest can wait.
♠
Okay, maybe theoretically they shouldn't be doing this right now, but when could Roy and Wally have been thinking straight? Maybe someday, but definitely not now. Adrenaline and some strange nasty feeling in their stomach prevented them from fully realizing anything, but they didn't really care.
An hour and a half ago, Wally told Roy that he had seen a hickey on the curve of Hal's collarbone. It was large and bright, made by a man, and there were small bruises on his waist shaped like fingers, as if someone had squeezed him very hard. The boy saw it completely by accident, flying into the bathroom, which was always unlocked due to a broken lock, where there was a man coming out of the shower and whom Wally almost bumped into because of the speed.
That's when he noticed the tracks. Pretending that he was blind, the speedster apologized and ran away again, immediately running to tell Roy what he saw with such a displeased face that it would have been hilarious if it hadn't been for his jealousy over this discovery.
Okay, well, they told themselves that where Hal went at night and with whom was none of their business, he was a grown man with his own needs, right? It didn't matter what they were thinking in their heads, but even thinking about it didn't allow them to calmly think about their actions and feelings, creating all the mess they made a couple of minutes later when the front door slammed shut and Hala left somewhere for a while, promising to bring burgers.
And now, being alone in the house, at almost twelve at night, Roy and Wally were sitting on the same couch as always, and they decided it was a great idea to sleep here.
So what if Hal sleeps here? The man himself gave them his room, saying that he would not allow them to sleep on this disgusting old sofa, and settled in here himself, while a comfortable bed was at their disposal, as well as the space with it.
Jealousy ignited something inside.
It's one thing when you assume something, but it's another when you see the proof directly.
Anyway, who's going out on business at a time like this, and what can you do?
So they thought about it, and then they decided that since they were jerks and teenagers, even if Roy was eighteen, they needed to do some shit, like sleep on their uncle's couch where he sleeps.
Oh, and one more detail that he forgot to mention.
Hal left his jacket at home on the couch they're currently on.
Hal Jordan's holy possession was in their hands, and none of the teenagers were going to miss this magnificent moment of very unnecessary revenge.
The jacket is draped over Wally's bare shoulders, it almost completely wraps him up because of his large size, which even the man himself was a little too big, let alone a slender teenager. But the way the boy looked in it when he was wearing nothing but this piece of clothing, it looked just amazing, while Roy himself was wearing only a wrinkled, stretched T-shirt. Their underwear was on the floor and none of them paid any attention to the mess in the room, too caught up in the hot, slow kisses and wandering hands on their bodies.
Wally groans loudly and throws his head back, burying his nose in the soft inner lining of the jacket and breathing heavily, squeezing his eyes shut with a flushed face from the overexcitation that rolls over him.
Roy smiles and pulls back a little with a loud squelch, their mouths were connected by pushing a thread of saliva that dripped onto the skin when it broke.
The garment smelled so familiar that it became unbearably hot because it reminded of Hal, his warmth, kindness and affection, which both teenagers simply adored.
The red-haired man blew a protruding lock of hair from his face and pressed himself into the body beneath him, running his hand over the soft fabric, closing his eyes, feeling the pleasant familiar smell of cologne and something fresh, so much so that it made his head spin.
- Roy... please...don't stop.
He just grinned and made one movement with his pelvis, spreading his boyfriend's legs a little wider, hitting the right point inside him, which makes Wally arch and moan loudly, so that their neighbors can probably hear them again, because this is the third time they are being irritably knocked on the wall and shouted to be quiet, to which Roy loudly He screamed at them to get the fuck down.
Are they fucking so hard that the walls are shaking, but they can't? Yeah, well, if he told Hal, too, Hal would go deal with them and their great neighborhood quarrel would be the talk of the whole damn porch for months to come.
Well, let's omit the fact that everyone thinks they're brothers because of their red hair and freckles, what's the big deal? They don't really look that much alike, and if it's ever too late to hit someone in the jaw, it's never too late to spread gossip.
Under him, Wally moans again and can no longer stand his bullying, kisses Roy again so hard and deeply, as if he forgot that they needed to breathe, but only from this the redhead is ready to cum without moving.
Damn, this is so amazing, for the umpteenth time, the archer will bless the gods and Hal for pulling him out of the pit of addiction in time and everything is working fine for him. He wouldn't know what he was doing if his dick wasn't getting up. Well, novernoye died of shame, but that's another story.
Underneath him, Wally whines and squirms, biting his lips so that the taste of copper is felt in his throat, but no one pays much attention to this, they were too absorbed in each other and shared thoughts about what if the man were with them now, and not just his imitation.
I wonder if Hal would let Roy be on top. I would allow my first dear "nephew" for whom I am ready to do anything to enter him and arch under him, loudly shouting his name, allowing him to kiss and touch everywhere, running my hands over this chest and waist, forcefully squeezing the buttocks to the bones, leaving my marks on the skin, a sign that that he had really given himself to him.
Damn, how these thoughts would ruin him, not now, but in time, but his demise would be real.
Roy makes another movement, almost completely entering Wally, who moans into a kiss and pulls away, arching and moving to meet him to get more pleasure, because the red-haired man himself torments him with slow and sharp movements, not allowing him to cum for a long time on purpose.
-Oh....ah....me...Please fuck me....
Wally moans and twitches, pressing his nails into his back while the guy himself moves slowly, so much so that it is very hard for him to do his own actions, but purely out of anger he stops for a while and continues again, tormenting them both in agony.
- Roy...Roy... that's... ah...
and then he stammers, moaning almost tremblingly into the collar of his flight jacket, pronouncing a painfully familiar name that has been eager to leave his own lips many times this night.
-.... Hal....
Well, who can blame two teenagers during sex, when they cum from the spoken name of their uncle while one of them is wearing the jacket of the aforementioned uncle and the smell of it practically drives their last convolutions crazy? That's right, no one, unless the spider is in the far corner, but he hid so as not to see this shame that is happening now, so they don't care.
It was amazing, that's what Roy thought when his strength left him, and his body trembled with overexcitation and he laid his head on Wally's shoulder, breathing heavily, still feeling the pleasant smell under him. The speedster himself just leans his head against the back of the sofa and tries to catch his breath, hugging the red-haired man to himself, as if trying to somehow land himself from such incredible sensations that brought him to the very edge during this long and painfully pleasant time.
They are silent, listening only to the pounding of their hearts in their ears and ribs, trying to regain their breath and slightly remove their sweat-soaked hair from their faces.
The smell of sex and excitement was all around them, the air was stale and hot, but they didn't care, right now none of them could find the strength to put themselves and the room in order before Hal arrived, who might come back soon and see them like this. Again.
Roy gently removes a small lock of hair from Wally's face, who is smiling contentedly at what he has done to the red-haired man's neck, knowing full well that he looked frankly very very obscene with all that ring of hickeys on it. But never mind, Roy didn't leave his boyfriend without a gift either. Let him justify himself to the Titans later, and if he blabbed, Roy would have his fucking neck wrung.
Oh, he's going to get in so much trouble for this.
-Are you done there?" By God, you....Is that my jacket?!
Hal stands in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms crossed and throwing lightning bolts from his eyes at teenagers almost literally, glaring at his beloved and unique jacket that he was wearing now...Oh, yeah.
-Uh, how long have you been home?
The man rolls his eyes and walks up to them without embarrassment, taking the item of clothing, while leaving Wally completely naked, but as soon as the boy wanted to say something, Hal threw a blanket over his shoulders in which he immediately wrapped himself up.
Well, now they were literally seen in all poses, because when Hal came over, Roy's dick was still in Wally's ass and nothing was covering them. But the elder only gave them a cursory glance and sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hand.
- I came in about fifteen minutes ago, and before that I had a fight with a neighbor because of the noise, again.
He emphasized the last word a lot, putting emphasis on it, but Hal didn't really look like he was in the mood.
.....
Stop.
Wait.
Hal's been here for fifteen minutes, and that's him....
Wally seemed to be thinking the same thing as Roy, and they looked at each other quickly, feeling their hearts skip a beat at the sudden realization that Hal had heard what Wally had shouted just a few minutes ago.
Or maybe not? The man doesn't say anything about it, so he didn't hear it, right?
While both of them are panicking in their heads, Hal just smiles at them, holding a jacket, on the hem of which Roy notices white spots of their sperm, but Hal just doesn't fucking care.
-Be a little quieter next time, okay?
And he leaves.
......
IS HE FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
♠
Roy and Wally are desperate. Absolutely. They've crashed and now they're just lying in their shared bed, hugging and wondering what they can do now except be humble.
The star projector spun across the ceiling and walls in the dark while both teenagers lay and stared into it, looking at the different constellations and how they changed one by one. The green color illuminated the room in a pleasant shade, although not enough to make their mess in the room visible at night, which appeared by itself. Even the things that they had hidden on the windowsill managed to fall and scatter on the floor nearby, creating a true picture of art from the gifts that Hal brought them from his various space trips.
If the CIA had entered their apartment and seen so much alien junk, they would not have been able to get in, and even more so the older man, who brings them the most "dangerous" gizmos, which in fact were ordinary nothing.
But they kept it anyway, even the stones and scales, admiring this or that gift on some days or using something for their projects.
Wally lay with his head on his chest and silently kneaded the edge of the collar of the T-shirt in his fingers, which he stole again from Hal after washing.
Speaking of the man.
He left again.
It's one o'clock in the morning, and he just left, saying that he went "on business" and would be back soon. This made them very angry. Lately, Hal has been going out too often at night, returning tired but happy. In sparkles. A lot, a lot of glitter. They are on the elder's skin, on the inside of his clothes, and on the money he leaves them. Even Wally's finger glitters from time to time from all this.
But they don't know where they came from, because when Hal leaves, they weren't on him, but on his return.....
Something is wrong here.
And they need to figure this out as soon as possible, because they are very worried about their uncle, who is behaving strangely but does not want Roy and Wally to suspect anything at all. But they're not blind and they see that Hal is eating less, his stomach hurts a little more often, as does his lower back, he doesn't get enough sleep on that damn couch and returns in the early morning four times a week, always exhausted, looking like he's been through some kind of personal hell, but he continues to pretend that everything is fine. while counting bills at the kitchen table, thinking that teenagers don't see how much spending on them hits his already small budget.
And after all, the man refuses the help that they can provide, but no, Hal does not allow either him or Wally to get a part-time job, he barely even approved of Roy's speeches for a small amount at meetings, and even then it was not that the red-haired man was distracted and worried about the bills for food, an apartment, school, medical treatment, and everything else that just fell on their head.
Roy sighs softly and runs his fingers through Wally's hair, remembering how recently the man talked to the landlord of the apartment, and that they better pay everything soon, otherwise it will be very bad. Hal did not know that they had overheard this conversation, and perhaps it was for the best, because the elder never initiated teenagers into financial problems, even trying to hide from them one or another related to them.
It was annoying and bothering, which made Roy more nervous than usual and his hands itched, and it even happened that Wally missed classes because of him, sitting with him until the redhead almost relapsed almost a week ago, for which he was terribly ashamed. Maybe he really isn't right for Wally, and he'd be better off without someone like Roy in his life.
He immediately pushed the thought away, knowing that thinking about the topic would not lead to anything good, but on the contrary, would aggravate the whole situation many times.
The speedster is lying peacefully humming some melody of a song that he listened to all day today, not going back to school, staying at home, and Roy would not like to think that it was because of him that he was skipping another school day, and Hal was also covering for him, writing to the teacher that Wally would not be there today because of illness.
Maybe they were a bit of a bad influence on him, but what teenager wouldn't skip out at least sometimes, right?
-Do you think he'll be back late tonight?
Wally's voice is quiet, a little upset, which makes Roy sigh softly, sitting up and kissing the top of his head.
- I don't know, most likely.
Neither of them was satisfied with the answer, but both guys didn't want to lie down and mope at all.
I wonder who Hal sees? With some rich man who pays him? Or is it a full-fledged relationship? Then why didn't the man tell them about them, is he shy or afraid to tell them? The questions just kept spinning around in my head, without a single answer, because they had nothing to rely on.
If they could at least find out where he is now, then maybe
... then Roy abruptly jumped up from his seat, grabbing the phone
- Exactly!
Wally looks at him in surprise, also getting up and looking at the screen, trying to figure out what the redhead is doing now and why he jumped so abruptly.
-Is everything okay?
-We'll keep an eye on him.
- What....
Roy turns around and rummages in the navigator app until a red dot lights up on the screen somewhere a couple of blocks from their house.
I looked at Wally, and he was smiling a malicious smile.
-I think it's time for us to play spies.
♠
Neither Roy nor Wally expected to stand in front of the club and think about why the hell they had come here. The indicator on the navigator was lit with two dots opposite them, which meant the correct location of the teenagers, but none of them could figure out what Hal had forgotten here at all.
Maybe the man was resting here? Or was he dating his lover ? And they'll break in and ruin everything.
Pushing away this thought and showing the fake documents that they had once made, pulling caps on their heads, both entered a loud room that even smelled of booze and sex in the hallway.
What the hell is this place?
Wally walks next to Roy, holding his hand, clinging to him a little so as not to run into a stream of people heading back and forth and accidentally get lost.
The redhead swallows, feeling the tension from the familiar smell, but tries not to think about it, focusing on their mission, stuffing his desires and thoughts much deeper, especially when his boyfriend was next to him and was nervous being here.
The loud music pressed down on their heads with its bass, and when the teenagers entered a room crowded with people, they saw too many things at once to understand what they were seeing the first time.
It was a strip club, a real sweet tooth.
Half-naked and even completely naked bodies danced on tables in front of people without any hesitation under the light of disco balls of different colors, seductively moving with each other in hot touches and outright obscenity.
Women, men, everything was here, and he hadn't even seen this in porn, frankly, watching a couple having sex right at a table without paying any attention to the people around them or erotic dancing on pylons in the middle of a huge hall where everyone was shouting loudly and drinking.
Roy swallowed, tightening his grip on Wally's hand and leading him through the crowd to more or less empty tables where they could sit down.
And how are they going to find Hal here when there are so many people here?
Walking past everyone, Roy notices that the employees of this institution were wearing chokers with a star around their necks, and they almost shone in the light of colorful lamps from all that glitter on their bodies, covering the employees from head to toe and shimmering with every movement.
- Roy....
Through the music, the red-haired man hears Wally calling him and pulling his hand to the side, forcing him to turn around and direct his gaze at the speedster.
- What is it....
And then Roy catches his eye and looks in the same direction as the boy, pausing in mid-word, not fully completing his question.
His heart sinks for a moment when his eyes find the familiar brown hair at one of the tables.
He can't take his eyes off the picture they see unfolding in front of them right now for all to see.
Hal his mother Jordan was sitting on some elderly man's lap and kissing him, wrapping his arms around his neck and fervently moving his chest to the beat of the music, rubbing it against the other.
And...
it was hot.
So much so that Roy couldn't help but look away, watching as someone else's hands slid over the man's bare waist, slipping their fingers under a black mesh tank top with a sleeveless neck, outlining the bulge of his chest and sliding back again, pressing the body even closer to himself, almost now being in close proximity to each other. Hal's legs are spread wide, wrapping his plump thighs around his abs and twisting his pelvis, repeatedly lifting the hem of his high-rise shorts with a cutout at the hips all the way to the belt, intertwining the skin with cross ties, through the huge holes of which the folds bulged a little.
The man's entire body glitters with a gently pearly iridescent color as he thrusts his tongue into his mouth over and over again, scratching his chin against the stranger's beard, causing his long earrings in his ears to twitch in the same way as the bright red star on his neck, attached to the choker on it, encircling the codic.
Roy can't fully understand what he's seeing and what's going on until, in an instant, the older man's hand slides a couple of bills into the front of his shorts, and then in one motion lifts Hal up and practically sits him down on his crotch hidden under bulging trousers.
Wally is also watching, unable to take his eyes off everything that is happening, and his legs are frozen in place like evil, they seemed too heavy right now, as if they were made of concrete and stuck to the floor.
An unpleasant feeling surrounded his stomach and chest with every second and a new kiss more and more, making Hal look like he was letting some old rich stranger run his hands into his shorts.
The music thunders, pulsating in his temples and ears, but in just a moment it subsides completely, replaced by a stunning ringing under the crust of his brain when Hal opens his painted eyes and blinks from under dark eyelashes, looking at the man in front of him with the most hungry gaze, full of lust and boredom.
Until suddenly he looks up and their eyes meet, staring at each other.
Roy had never seen surprise reflected on Hal's face for a split second on a date, and then real fear, from which he froze abruptly, not paying attention to how the man he was sitting on kissed his neck and shoved another bill under the mesh top, not even noticing that Hal stopped and He doesn't move at all, looking at them.
The red-haired man opens his mouth as if trying to say something, but the words don't come out, and because of the music it would be completely inaudible, which only makes you have to watch how at one moment Hal looks at them with sincere horror on his face, and at the other he is roughly grabbed by the jaw and turns his head, sticking his tongue out. between the lips in disgusting movements.
Roy sighs, feeling the place of shock give way to burning anger, and it's at that moment that Wally yanks him and almost runs to Hal with him, abruptly pushing the man away, who breaks away from the kiss with a loud disgusting squelch and looks in disbelief at the two furious teenagers standing over them.
The archer doesn't listen, grabbing the stranger's wrist in one motion, which was between his legs under his shorts, pulling it out by force and twisting it so that a crack is felt, and then a cry of pain similar to a pig's squeal reaches their ears.
At this time, Wally takes Hal by the forearm and forcefully removes him from his knees with almost a jerk, from which their uncle almost falls, managing to take off his legs hugging his body and stumble a little, following the two teenagers, who are now dragging him to the back exit to the roar of music, ignoring the glances that pursue them.
The wind hits the cold in the face as the door swings open and the three of them step out into the relatively fresh air, and the door slams shut behind them, muffling the playing song and the screams of the cheering crowd.
Roy feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest.
- What are you doing here...
- What the fuck just happened?!
He didn't want to yell at the person he loves and who cares about them, but the red-haired man just can't hold back all the anger that boiled inside him from real despair, seeing in the dim light of the lantern as someone who is ready to do anything for their happiness, wipes his wet and shiny mouth.
Wally doesn't let go of Hal, still clutching, perhaps too tightly, his forearm, looking straight into his eyes with a mixture of something that neither of them had ever seen in the boy.
- So that's where you got the money for all this.
The speedster doesn't even formulate this as a question, but speaks as a fact, which is news to all of them at the moment.
His stomach twists and swallows the viscous saliva, Roy watches as Hal clenches his fist in anger, and real shame flashes across his face.
-I'm doing this for you!
-We didn't ask you to do that!" Hal, what the hell?!
- You don't fucking dare tell me anything about this, okay?! I'm an adult, I'll decide for myself how to support you and with what help!
-But not with my own body!
Roy doesn't know which of them screamed the loudest, him, Hal or Wally. The voices merged into loud swearing, attracting a couple of couples around the corner who were interested in watching the growing quarrel.
-This is my fucking body, and I do whatever I want with it!
His burgundy lip gloss is smeared to the side, and his cheap mascara is slightly dripping from sweat and body glitter concealer. The man screams, waving his arms and tearing his throat, and Roy couldn't help but shout back, seeing how the earrings dangle from side to side, and the star on his neck rings too softly and too loudly at the same time.
It's so unbearable.
Wally takes a step forward, and in an instant there is silence, and the screams stop on the floor of the word, when Roy sees how the boy forcefully pulls Hal's hand, bends closer to him and shoves a kiss right on the lips, squeezing his eyes shut.
After a couple of seconds, he pulls back, breathing heavily and looking directly at Hal, still clutching his forearm, while the man looks at him with surprised eyes, shifting his gaze from Wally to Roy.
-What...
but Roy comes closer and repeats the same thing as the speedster, not letting them finish what he wanted to tell them.
Hal's mouth is warm and tastes like mint. The red-haired man pulls back a little to look at the man from under his eyelashes, and then pulls Wally by the hand, at the same time leaning against such desirable lips that will make blood run through his veins. The lip gloss is sticky and it tickles a little, but that doesn't mean it was terrible. On the contrary, feeling him on himself, feeling the softness under all this, their warmth and plumpness, Roy wants to melt or burn to hell.
His hand finds her waist and gently wraps around it, while Wally's hand loosens its grip and lifts her higher, standing on tiptoe to better reach what she wants, wrapping around her neck, burying her fingers in the dark hair at the back of her neck. It only takes a couple of seconds, but for Roy it lasts as long as possible, until Hal pulls away from them, looking with the most uncertain gaze that exists at the two teenagers in front of him.
He opens his mouth and then closes it, as if he doesn't know if he should say what he wants to say.
-I shouldn't do that.
Wally and Roy are grinning together, giving each other a slightly mischievous look. Yes, that's what they expected.
-Shouldn't you or don't you want to?
This is a psychological game and both of them understand it perfectly well, but there is no turning back, it remains to go to the very end, no matter what happens in the end.
-Fuck, they'll kill me if they find out.
,-If they find out.
- And who are we going to tell? You're the only one we have, you know, Hal.
They see him swallow, looking down at their moist lips, and then he leans towards them, sighing heavily.
- Fuck it all.
And kisses.
♠
Dawn penetrates through the dark curtains with a slit, illuminating a thin stream of light and dust flying around it in the room, creating a beautiful picture.
Roy breathes slowly, watching this, feeling a pleasant warmth throughout his body and peace of mind for a long time. His chest was heaving under his head in a quiet sleepy rhythm, and his heart was pounding steadily, pumping blood, but it was this sound that made the redhead smile.
Hal was asleep, and both teenagers were lying on the pilot's broad, soft chest on either side of him, their legs intertwined, comfortably ensconced. Wally smiles too, twitching their fingers in the lock, finding a home on Hal's shiny and warm belly, which rose and fell along with his chest.
Their naked bodies were pressed against each other on a small double bed, even after a bright night out, which does not want to let go of his memory until the morning, not really allowing him or Wally to fall asleep.
The speedster seemed to sense that he was being mentioned, even in his mind, looked at Roy a little questioningly, but Roy just shook his head, making it clear that everything was fine.
Yes, everything will be fine now.
Their little secret, shared between the three souls, they will keep from others, no matter what.