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Barry was about to take a bite of his sandwich when he heard his phone buzz on the desk. Electing to ignore it, Barry started to eat, until it vibrated again. Thinking it might actually be something urgent if whoever it was was willing to double text, he picked it up and looked at the screen. Barry nearly choked when he saw that the texts were from Mick Rory (who’s phone number he’d gotten from Gideon the last time he was on the Waverider), and contained the words “ hey ” and “ what are you wearing .” Barry rushed to reply.
Barry bit his lip. He almost felt like he shouldn’t keep responding, considering this was one of his former villains trying to sext with him, but what an opportunity. It was very hard to pretend that Mick wasn’t incredibly good looking, and he had that bad boy angle working for him too. If you wanted to consider a thief/arsonist/murderer a bad boy. Which Barry did.
When his phone vibrated again in his hands, Barry was jolted out of his thoughts. Mick had sent another message, this time with the text “ need something to get you started ” and accompanied by a picture. The photo was a mirror selfie of Mick, using one thumb to lift his shirt up and show off some unexpectedly glorious abs and pecs practically the size of fist. Barry’s eyes went wide.
Feeling himself start to get hard, Barry raced to the nearest bathroom, locked the door and leaned against the wall. He picked his phone back up and replied.
Barry tugged his pants and boxers down to his knees, wrapped a hand around his already rock hard cock and took a picture, then sent it to Mick.
Mick replied with “nice” and a second picture. This one was another mirror selfie, this time his shirt completely off, pants down around his thighs and one hand clasped around a gigantic bulge in his skin-tight boxer briefs. From the looks of it, Mick was in the gym on the Waverider. Out in the open. Where anyone could see him. Barry let out a low moan and came, splattering his hand and the floor of the bathroom. He took another picture of his still leaking dick and sent it.
Mick sent a third picture. This time he was seated, legs spread and pants around his knees. His dick really was huge, probably nine inches long and thick as a beer can. It curved up towards his stomach, with the hand not holding the phone clasped around the base. Barry’s mouth watered. That was certainly motivation enough.
Using his cum as lube, Barry slowly began to stroke his cock. Sure his shaking hands would ruin the picture quality, he pressed the record button. Barry tried to stifle his moans as he jerked off, but couldn’t manage to quiet himself completely. The idea that Mick would be seeing him do this, was anticipating it even, was really arousing. He sent the video, closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall.
His phone indicated another message.
Mick picked up immediately, greeting Barry with a low chuckle. “You need to hear my voice to get off, Red?”
“Yes…” Barry gasped, gripping the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming again. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Mick’s deep gravelly voice was music to Barry’s hungry ears as he spoke. “I always thought you were smokin’ hot, Red. ‘Specially in that tight costume of yours. First time I saw you in it I thought I’d just about died and gone to heaven. That ass just beggin’ to be fucked. Wanted to bend you over and take you right then and there, fight be damned.”
Barry panted into the phone, speeding up his hand. “I would have let you. I’d do anything you want.”
“Fuck, next time I’m in Central we gotta meet. You come all dressed up. I’ll get you on your knees in an alley, make you suck me off.” Mick was breathing heavily, the sound of skin on skin ringing in Barry’s ears.
“Yes, yes, God, Mick I want that so bad…”
“Gonna push you up against the wall, not even take your costume off while I fuck you. Do it nice and slow, make you beg for more.”
“Please Mick, I want your big cock in me. I’ll take all of it, I swear.”
“Yeah, just like that, fuck you’re sexy.” Mick grunted. “Gonna make you see stars instead ‘a lightning.”
Barry groaned, picturing the scene. The two of them in a dark alleyway, him in the Flash suit, Mick in his firefighter’s coat and well-worn jeans, hopefully with the heat gun strapped to his leg to add an element of danger. Mick would have a hand over Barry’s mouth to stop him from making too much noise, grinding into him slowly and whispering filthy nonsense into his ear.
“‘M close, baby. Want you to cum first. Lemme hear you.”
Barry let his inhibitions and restraint drop, super-speeding his hand along his cock. With a moan that echoed around the bathroom, Barry came for a second time, the intensity of his orgasm almost causing his knees to buckle. He took great shuddering breaths, listening to Mick work his way through his own climax.
“Ah, fuck, fuck, Barry…” He hissed, and Barry closed his eyes, imagining the way Mick’s face would look as he came. It was enough to make his own cock twitch with interest once again.
Both lapsed into silence as they recovered.
“As fun as that was, Mick, why did you choose me to get off with?”
“Like I said, always though you were hot. I see how you look at me, too. Figured you’d be up for a booty call.”
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to meet?”
Mick snorted. “‘Course I did, doll. Love to see you when you cum someday.”
Barry blushed, thankful that Mick couldn’t see him.
From the other end of the line, Barry could hear the sound of voices approaching.
“Ah hell. I’ll call you later baby.” And Mick hung up, leaving Barry with his pants around his ankles, a semen covered floor and a head full of questions. Mick had never seemed like the one to keep promises, but Barry hoped he’d be true to his word on this one. He couldn’t just leave Barry hanging with the memory of his voice and a phone full of dirty pictures.