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Bruce knew this was probably one of the largest lapses in judgment he’d ever had. He simply just couldn’t help himself, not when he was staring at the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Gorgeous emerald, green eyes that sparked in the light, making this god-awful event just a little easier bear.
Bruce felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame but finally his better sense won him over and stopped him in his tracks on his way over to the Flash. That’s not who he was right now though was he? He was just Wally West forensics analysis that for one reason or another (Bruce truly didn’t have it in him to care today) was at this event.
Wally stayed close to the buffet trying to get whatever enjoyment out of this event he could. He felt ridiculous standing here surrounded by a bunch of people who probably had no real idea why they were even here. Not that it mattered much to him he would bide his time, shake hands, and slip out once he got the chance. He couldn’t help himself but notice Bruce Wayne. He was just as handsome in person as he was in the magazines.
Trying desperately to distract himself from making any major mistakes, he continued to make his rounds with the other socialites at the party, trying to feign as much interest as possible. There was no way Bruce could do something as reckless as going out of his way to introduce himself to Wally like that.
Technically he could hide behind his playboy persona and pass it off as just wanting to hit on the most attractive person in the room but that felt wrong. It made it as though Wally was some cheap fling or vapid, power-hungry socialite Bruce would forget tomorrow. That wasn’t Wally though. He had long since pushed down his feelings about the Flash long before Bruce had even learned of Wally’s real identity.
He tried reminding himself that Wally could be reckless, brash, made horrible jokes, and lets not forget that he was young. 10 years his junior. He had pushed all his feelings away with every logical reason he could but seeing the speedster in person out of the mask was a completely different beast. Bruce knew if he wasn’t careful, Batman or not, he would lose himself in Wally.
The universe, however, had little regard for Bruce’s own inner conflict because here came the commissioner dragging Wally behind him headed straight towards Bruce.
“Mr. Wayne! I want you to meet someone. This is Wally, he’s head of our forensics department. He played a big part in the reason we’re all here tonight.”
Wally blushed under the praise and extended his hand out to Bruce “I can’t take all the credit my team worked really hard but it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne.”
“Bruce, please” he said shaking Wally’s hand, his skin feeling electrified at the touch “and I assure you the pleasures all mine.” That earned him another beautiful blush that dusted gently over those freckled cheeks. In that moment Bruce knew he was screwed. As hard as he tried to fight it there were some moments where he was reminded that he truly was just a man.
Wally felt like he couldn’t breathe under Bruce’s gaze. He loved to flirt around for fun but something about his eyes made any joke dry up on his tongue. He could help but shift closer like there was some gravitational force pulling him closer. He took a moment to breathe in the scent of expensive cologne and something almost familiar.
“So are you enjoying yourself tonight?”
“I’ll be honest this isn’t really my kind of scene. If I have to shake one more stuffed shirt’s hand and watch their eyes glaze over while I talk about my work, I think I’m gonna lose it.”
Bruce knew it was wrong that he should walk away and just be another stuffed shirt, but he couldn’t help himself. “Well in that case, wanna get out of here?” If rejected he can just pass it off as being a flirty billionaire playboy. If accepted he might get the chance at something he’s refused to even let himself dream of.
For a second Wally thought maybe he’d misheard him but there really was no way to misinterpret the hand rubbing small circles into his hip. Against his better judgment Wally shrugged aiming for casual “uhm sure, yeah, okay”
He shift on his feet afraid this was going to just end up being some big joke. Crazy to believe the Bruce Wayne wanted to take him home.
Adorable.
It was the only way to describe the look that crossed the speedster’s face. Bruce was so uses to Flash’s cocky attitude, shamelessly flirting with anyone and everyone. This was a new side of Wally that Bruce was looking forward to exploring. He took his hand and weaved them through the crowd. He tried to be as discreet as possible hoping to spare Wally any media coverage.
They finally stumbled their way into Bruce’s hotel room. Franticaltic hands trying desperately to rip off each others clothes, sloppy kisses turning into soft nibbles.
Bruce threw the younger man down on the bed and just took in the sight of him. There in all his glory the Flash himself had been reduced to nothing more than a needy puddle of lust and desire and all because of Bruce.
All for Bruce.
He got down on the bed over Wally and made quick work of removing the rest of the younger man’s clothes.
Wally felt like he was on fire. He’d never felt like this before with anyone. This was a bad idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop any of it. Wally was just going to have to try harder than ever before to keep his powers in check. He reached is hand over to the lamp on the night table, but Bruce caught it in and iron grip. As much as he wanted to see every flush on Wally’s beautiful porcelain skin, there was know way he cold let him see the scars littering his mangled body.
“No lights, it’ll make everything I’m going to do that much better.”
Wally pouted beneath him “oh come on don’t give me that sensory shit. I wanna see you.”
Bruce leaned down to capture his lips in his own making quick work of removing his own clothes. Wally tried to protest. He wanted to try again to convince Bruce to turn on the lights but maybe he was right, maybe not seeing would help keep himself in check.
He started working his way down Wally’s neck and chest, stopping only to nip and suck at the tender flesh of his hip. Once he was certain he’d left a mark, he took him in his mouth.
Wally gasped, fingers tangling in raven hair and pulling as he started to shake. Bruce swallowed him whole moaning around his cock as he moved up and down. He noticed how Wally’s free hand was picking at the skin on his thigh and realized he was trying to ground himself.
It hadn’t even occurred to Bruce how sex my might be difficult for the speedster to keep his identity hidden. He’d seen the Flash vibrate with excitement many times before. Bruce pulled off of him with a wet pop. Wally whimpered, pulling Bruce up to crash their lips together and flipping them so he was sitting in the older man’s lap. Bruce gripped his hips as they ground down into him and fumbled for the lube in the bedside table.
“Look at you. Just knew you were gonna get lucky, huh?”
“Well, it never hurts to be prepared”
Reaching two lube fingers in between them and pushing a little roughly into Wally. “F-fuck…Bruce!” He started to curl and scissor his fingers as the red head fucked himself on them.
“Wait..ah! hold on I’m gonna- “
Wally’s whole body shook as he came onto Bruce’s chest. He brought his hands up to his face trying to hide from his embarrassment. Fastest goddamn man alive alright. Wally thought bitterly to himself.
He knew he could keep going, that was at least the one perk to his little speed problem. The real difficulty was not cumming too soon again there was only so much he could explain away.
“Just keep going I..uh.. I bounce back quick.” Bruce dragged Wally’s hands away from his face, pulling him forward to kiss him. “We can stop its okay.”
“Don’t say that. Just trust me, please?” he knew he sounded desperate, but he was not fucking this up for himself. He started to line himself up with Bruce’s cock moaning as he lowered himself down until he was flush against Bruce’s hips.
Bruce threw his head back and moaned at the tight heat surrounding him. “Keep going. I’m good” as if to prove the point Bruce could see that Wally was growing hard again already. It hits him once more that the speedster’s powers affect his body in more ways than one.
Wally couldn’t take the waiting anymore he needed Bruce to fuck him, and he was taking far too long to get going. The speedster took in upon himself to start bouncing up and down, his blunt nails digging into the other man’s chest.
Bruce grabbed his hips and started to meet his movements. Wally could feel himself starting to shake again and slipped one of his hands from Bruce’s broad chest to claw at his thigh again. He needed to try and get himself under control somehow.
A little pain to distract from the pleasure, anything to keep him from losing control.
Overwhelmed at the feeling of being buried deep inside the tight hole, the feeling of him shaking, and the sweet sound of his breath moans Bruce couldn’t hold back anymore. He flipped them over so Wally was trapped beneath him once more and started slamming into him.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Bruce moaned as he leaned down to bite his neck, slamming into his prostate.
Those few words were enough to send Wally over the edge. He was losing his control, starting to vibrate, tears forming in his eyes as he tried to fight it. He came with a shout, tears streaming down his face, clawing at the older man’s shoulders. That was all Bruce needed to send him over the edge filling Wally up, pumping him full through his orgasm.
Collapsing down onto the red head, Bruce kissed his neck breathing in the sweet scent that was uniquely Wally. They were both spent and panting Bruce decided it was better to clean them up now than lay in their mess for too long.
He rolled off and headed to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth. Wally tried to calm his breathing and bring himself back down to earth. He just had sex with Bruce Wayne.
Mind blowing, life changing sex with the man of his dreams.
He decided to close his eyes and soak in all in. The sight that greeted Bruce when he walked back into the room was gorgeous. There Wally was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight in an image that at the very least for the moment only meant for him.
He walked over to the bed gently cleaning off Wally before himself. He laid down and wrapped his gorgeous speedster in his arms. His? Well, that was a problem now, wasn’t it?
Wally snuggled into him, kissing his neck. “Thank fuck I went to that stupid event.” That earned a chuckle out of Bruce. “Not that I thought I’d get this lucky. Truthfully, I thought my night would consist of being bored to tears and eating half of the free food at the buffet.” Wally continued to talk about nothing while Bruce traced lazy shapes into his back. Happy to lie there and listen to him speak. While he enjoyed seeing this more shy side to Wally, he really found he somewhat missed his constant chatter.
“Well, I’m glad I could make the evening worth it for you.”
“That and more, man. That and more.” Wally yawned and snuggled in closer letting sleep take him.
Bruce held him close and savored every second of having him in his arms. Bruce knew he should get up to leave, that he should never have even let it get this far. How was he supposed to let go of this now that he knew what could be? Knowing how it felt to have Wally in his arms. It was too much. He couldn’t give this up but how could he ever let himself keep it?
Morning came and Wally found himself alone. He shouldn’t have been surprised but still felt a little disappointed. It’d been so hard to keep control of himself last night. Something about Bruce’s touch just set him off.
Rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed Wally noticed a note sitting on the night table. “Ooh great a pity note. Goody me.” Dejectedly he picks up the note and reads it then he reads it a second time to be sure he read it right.
Sorry to not be here in the morning but I had urgent business to attend to. Please feel free to order whatever you’d like from room service and charge it for the room. If you’re not too angry with me for letting you wake up alone, you can feel free to call or text me on my private number.
-Bruce
Beneath his name was a phone number that Wally was most certainly going to text after he ate.
Wally sat back and wondered what a reasonable amount of food was that he could order without setting off alarm bells. He leaned back on the headboard rereading the letter a few more times just to be sure the number wouldn’t disappear.
That this was actually real, maybe he was lucky enough that someone like Bruce wanted someone like him.