Heromones #1: The Dreamer
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Heromones #1: The Dreamer By Shade
A ping and red light lets me know that someone has just come up on the teleporter. I flip through the security screens to see who it is. The empty room and the whooshing sound down the hall lets me know it's the Flash. "What's Wally doing up here?" I wonder aloud. Normally, he'd come in and say hi at least.
A few key strokes and the computer brings up his current location on the video feed. He's in the meeting hall with Superman. I bring this image up on the big screen in front of me. There's no sound. I have a semi-perfect view of the room. Superman turns his chair to face Wally. He looks upset. Wally moves slowly to him and kneels in front of the chair. He pulls the cowl from his head. Superman runs his fingers through the short orange-red locks. He's shaking his head and trying to turn away, but Wally grabs his arm and stops him.
I type a bit and try to get a better angle. A few camera adjustments and I'm getting a side view of them instead of looking at Wally's back. I can't read the look on Wal's face. He slowly begins to bend his head into Superman's lap. I watch the Man of Steel open his legs up to let Wally between them. Flash buries his face in Superman's crotch. I stare at the screen in utter shock. I watch Superman's head bend back and his mouth let out a silent moan. It isn't long before Wally's pulling a hardening member out of the red briefs in front of him.
I rub my eyes in disbelief. This can't be true! Slowly Wally takes him into his mouth and begins to suck him expertly. I watch Superman's hips begin to buck in reflex. His big powerful hands are clutched in Wally's fiery tresses. I watch the red head slide up and down Superman's shaft, its wetness glittering in the raw light of the meeting hall.
I feel my own member begin to swell and strain against my costume. The ring on my hand begins to glow. Suddenly, there is an opening in the crotch of my uniform. I wrap my hand around my waiting hardness and squeeze it a bit. The ring glows again. I look down from the astonishing sight on the screen. An emerald Wally West is on his knees in front of me. I look into his eyes and see a green glimmering lust there. He bends toward his waiting prize.
** I bolt upright in bed and am frightened by the blackness around me. My arm swings out only to knock over the lamp on my bedside table. The only light in the room is the red electric glow of my alarm clock and a soft green glimmer from the magic ring in front of it.
"Damnit, not again!" I swear to no one.
It's the third time this week that I've woken from such a dream. Last night it was Wally begging me to take him. The night before it was Wally and Roy Harper urging me to join them in my bed. Why is Wally plaguing my dreams? I reach for the covers that have been kicked off in my sleep. The raging hard-on between my thighs goes ignored.
At least it isn't as bad as it was a few weeks ago. After I had helped out Green Arrow, the next night I awoke from an erotic dream only to find myself cock deep inside a bright green Conner. It was so real. He even had green beads of sweat pouring down a back that was begging to be kissed. The ring had responded to my dream and created my fantasy for me. The shock was so great that the image disappeared seconds after I had realized what was happening. I crashed into the bed scared and frustrated. Now for some reason I was dreaming about Wally. At least I had the forethought to stop wearing my ring to bed.
I don't understand any of this. I'm not gay. I know that. Don't I? I've never looked at guys like that. Is it just because I'm alone now? After Donna left me, I didn't have time to be lonely because Jade moved in almost immediately. We didn't get together right away, but I still had a woman around the house. Now she's gone and I'm alone. Could that be why I'm dreaming about Wally? That doesn't make sense either. Wouldn't I just dream about Donna or Jade if I was horny?
I give up trying to figure it out and opt for a shower instead. I crank up the cold water to wake me up completely and get me ready for the day. I know that it's only about four a.m., but I always have somewhere to go, twenty-four hours a day.
** The moon. I don't know how I got used to just going to work on the moon, but eventually I did. Somewhere in me, though, there's still a kid that screams, "Cool! We're on the MOON!" I try not to listen to him much. The other JLAers don't seem to have that voice in them. I feel like if I let mine out, I'll seem unprofessional. I've tried very hard to fill the Green Lantern boots. At first, I knew that the others thought I was a rube or something, but I think that they're starting to accept me.
Take Wally, for instance. We bickered constantly when I first joined the team. Now though, things are pretty smooth. We're almost friends, almost. Maybe that's why these dreams bother me so much. I feel like I'm betraying our fragile friendship. Sheesh! Listen to me! I'm having dreams about fucking the guy and I'm worried about our friendship! Maybe I should start worrying about my sanity.
I quickly push these thoughts out of my mind and try to focus on why I'm here. (You're here to get your mind off of Wally naked.) NO! I'm here to see if there's anyone who needs Green Lantern's help. Yeah, that's all. (Not very convincing, are you, Rayner?)
I'm a green streak flying up through the building. I head for the monitor room to see who's on duty. I try to put the image from my dream out of my head as I enter. Of course, that goes all to hell when the chair pivots and Wally West smiles at me.
"Hey, Kyle. You're up early, or should I say late?"
I'm speechless. I stare at him like an idiot, turn on my heel, and flee the room in utter panic. OK, so it wasn't the most brilliant plan in the world, trying to outrun the Flash. I leap into the air forming a green glow around myself. I fly for about two feet before I slam into a red chest. The impact knocks us into a pile. It takes me nearly .01 seconds to realize that I'm lying on top of Wally. My cock jumps to attention immediately. I rise faster than I ever thought I could and barrel down the hall at top speed to my room. Fastest man alive my *ass*!
Each member of the JLA gets his or her own quarters in the Watchtower. When I reach mine, I slam the door shut and lock it. Slowly, I back against the opposite wall and wait. Three seconds and I hear the knock.
"Kyle! Are you all right? What's going on? Is everything OK? Kyle?"
Why am I so damn scared? If I just open the door now and laugh, he'll think it was a joke. My body refuses to move. Well, except for the large throbbing thing in my pants. The pounding on the door continues.
"Kyle, if you don't open this door by the time I count to four, I'm going to vibrate through it and blow it up. One. Two. Three."
I unlatch the door at three. I don't know how I end up in the corner facing away from him, but I do. He's behind me, but I can't make out what he's saying. All I can hear is the Wally from my dreams begging me to *give* it to him.
"Kyle, snap out of it! I'm going to call J'onn up here. Are you going to be OK by yourself for a sec?"
I finally find out that my mouth works. "No."
"No you won't be all right, or no you don't want me to call J'onn?"
"Either? Both? Take your pick."
Wally rests his hand on my shoulder and I pull away as if he had burned me. My other shoulder hits the wall and I slide down into a ball. Just don't look at him. Whatever you do, don't look at him.
"Kyle, was it something I did? Please tell me what's going on. You're scaring me."
"I'm scaring myself."
I hear him sit down on the floor next to me. "Listen. Just start at the beginning. *Tell* me what's wrong."
"I can't. It's too embarrassing."
"Hey! I told you about that time I was sick and threw up on Batman's cape!"
"It's not like that. I can't get it out of my head. It's not my fault." God, I feel like banging my head against the wall!
"What's not your fault?"
Wally gives me that 'I'm pulling teeth' sigh. "What dreams?"
"The dreams about…us." I pause and suddenly scream, "I'M NOT GAY!"
I look at him finally. Why are my eyes burning? The look on his face is almost bearable. Then slowly his lips begin to turn up. Ever so subtly he begins to grin, then chuckle, and finally he's literally rolling on the floor laughing.
"Quit laughing at me!" I scream in anger.
It takes him a few tries to finally stop. He wipes his eyes and grins at me.
"Sometimes I forget that you're new at this. You don't know about this kind of stuff, and it's not like the others talk about it."
"What are you jabbering about?"
"That's what Nightwing used to call it back when he was Robin. You know, when we were in Titans together."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!!!" I yell exasperated.
"Here's the deal. We work together closely, right?"
"We save each other's lives on a regular basis and withstand all kinds of threats and dangers, right?"
"So. We come back from all that hyped up on adrenaline. All that energy has to go somewhere and most often it heads straight for the groin. That implicit trust with each other, the bit about saving each other's lives, makes us all targets for the heromones. Whomever you work closest with, whomever you trust the most, usually becomes an object of desire. It happens to all of us! We just don't talk about it."
"Wait, you're saying that all these dreams I'm having about you are because of adrenaline and trust?"
Wally grinned, "Pretty much."
"And they're normal?"
"To an extent, yeah."
"I don't get it."
Wally's face gets red and then he speaks. "For me it was Robin. In the Titans it was always the two of us. We were a great team. I was young back then. I didn't think there was anything wrong with thinking about him like that. Of course, he was thinking the same thing. I remember when Uncle Barry practically forced it out of me after he caught me jerking off one day. Talk about embarrassing! Anyway, in his red-faced bumbling kind of way, he gave me 'The Talk' and explained how it happened with him and Hal."
"No, really! Di…Robin and I talked it out, and everything was cool. I've been a bit of a loner since the Titans broke up. Justice League Europe didn't last long. What I mean is, I haven't really dealt with it a lot because I haven't been on a team until recently with the new JLA."
"So you've had it recently? It's me isn't it?"
"Please, Wal, tell me if it's true. I won't feel like such a retard then."
"OK, OK, maybe a little. I caught myself checking you out the other day when we were fighting that big bug thing."
"Oh thank God!" I said, falling into his arms hugging him for dear life. He seemed sort of surprised by this, but eventually he started patting me on the back. After a minute, I realized what I was doing and pulled away.
"Sorry. I'm just so relieved, y'know? That would also explain that dream with Conner."
"Conner? Ooooh! He's not legal yet is he?"
"Oh shut up! There's just one thing…."
"Has anyone ever done anything about it?" I watched him look away quickly. He seemed a little nervous, a little edgy. "You and Robin," I said plainly.
"It's not like you think. We were teenagers then. It was more hormones than anything."
"It was a problem?"
"Not for *us*."
"Yeah," he said darkly.
I put my arm around him and looked at him closely. In a way I was almost envious of Nightwing. Wally was handsome and cool. Most of all, he was a good, caring person. More than I can say about most of my girlfriends, or at least that's what I like to tell myself when I'm all alone. "Forget him! He's probably got a hard-on for Supes." We both laugh at this for a while. I leave my arm around him. "So what was I doing in your fantasies?" I ask with a smirk.
"I'll tell you if you tell me what I was doing in yours."
"You were being a tart like you are in real life!"
"It's true! You and Supes plus you and Harper."
"Yeah, don't ask me how he got in there. I guess I just have a thing for redheads."
"Everybody loves a fire crotch."
I snort at that. When I turn to face him, I see that his eyes are sparkling. I don't even realize it when he leans in and kisses me. I don't even berate myself when I start kissing him back. After a minute or so, we come up for air.
"Remind me to kill Nightwing later."
"Can't handle the competition, Kyle?"
We kiss again and I'm surprised to find myself loving every juicy second of it. I don't know how long I've wanted this, but the dreams can't compare with the real thing. Suddenly, Wally pulls away.
"This is a bad idea. I shouldn't have kissed you."
I pull his face toward mine. "This is a perfect idea. So don't ruin it." Unfortunately, we don't get the chance. An alarm blares through the tower as I try to kiss him once more.
"Shit! The monitor room!" Wally shouts and he's gone before I can blink.
** Wally is naked in the next room. What the hell was I thinking? "Gee, Wal, that slime monster really messed you up. My place is only a block from here. Why don't you come by and get cleaned up?" I am an IDIOT!
I must admit that he is a good kisser. The thought of our small moment together up at the Tower sends me into a horny fit. What am I going to do? I can't just jump him. He was edgy enough about just kissing. Okay, I just have to back off, yeah. I'll be smooth. Cool. Together.
I start pacing. Think of something else. Baseball. Sweaty men holding large sticks and…. Okay! Something else, something else….
"Kyle?" His voice freezes me in place. Slowly, I turn to see a dripping wet Wally wearing one of my small black towels around his waist. The rest is all bare skin.
"Yeah?" I croak. He's got to know what he's doing to me!
"Are you OK?"
He smiles. He *does* know what he's doing to me, the bastard!
"Do you have any more towels?"
"Um, yeah, there's some in the little closet there in the bathroom." (Or I could just lick the water from your body, whatever's best for you.)
The smile hasn't left his face as he says thanks and disappears back into my bathroom. I crawl onto my bed and bury my face in the pillows.
"Kyle you're weak," I mumble into them.
"What?" comes from the bathroom.
I lift my head up enough to reply, "Nothing!"
After a few moments I hear the bathroom door open again. I feel, rather than see, Wally sit on the bed.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
I roll my head to the side so that he can understand me. "I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night, and that battle sorta zapped what energy I had left." I don't like lying to him, but I could hardly tell him the truth.
"Maybe I can make you feel better," he says and I feel his hands start to rub my back muscles. This is an interesting turn. I roll over to discover that he's still just wearing that towel.
"Maybe you can." I grab his arm and pull him down on top of me. I try not to smirk when his eyes go wide.
"Shut up, Wally."
"*Wally*." That shuts him up. We kiss once more and it feels so good. I run my fingers through that perfect red hair and start on his neck and shoulder. With a sigh he relaxes against me. I see a flash from the ring as my hand strokes his back.
"Mmm," fills my ear. He seems quite pleased that I'm now naked. I'll never let it be said that the ring isn't good for anything but hero stuff. My hand slips under the towel and I squeeze a muscled cheek. He responds by biting my ear.
"I told you that you were a tart."
"And I told you that everyone loves a fire crotch."
"Is that so? Let's see why, shall we?" I tug at the towel around his waist. He gets up on his knees straddling me. Like the torturer he is, Wally takes what seems like an hour to take off the towel.
"I thought you were fast?" I complain.
"Not at everything." With the towel finally gone, I get a good look at him. He's already semi-hard and it's a sight much better than my dreams. True to his word, there is a nest of fiery hair around his member, and a fine dusting of it on his smaller sized balls. I run my hand up his torso and over his right pec. He takes my hand in his and looks at me seriously.
"Kyle, I haven't done this in a long time…."
"What like I have? Don't worry, Wally, I'd never hurt you for the world."
He nods at that, satisfied. I pull him back on top of me and we take it slowly. The whole time I wonder what's happened to the impatient Wally that I know so well. I suppose even the Flash has to slow down sometimes. After some more kissing and a lot of petting, I feel Wal's sudden need for urgency. I spread my legs and wrap them around him. We start to buck together like a couple of madmen. Both of our hard cocks are trapped between two tight stomachs, and the friction is wonderful.
"Kyle…," he whispers. I enclose his mouth with mine and we moan into each other. Our pace becomes frantic. I never thought being with a man could be so primal, so perfect. Suddenly, it all becomes too much and my vision is clouded with so many beautiful colors. My hips arch up in orgasm as Wally smashes down into me not yet there himself. I go limp into the mattress as Wal continues to grind into me trying to let go. Finally, I feel his whole body shudder and the warm wetness of his orgasm against me. He drops on top of me completely drained and I know exactly how he feels.
"Maybe now I can get some sleep," I mumble as my eyes are suddenly too heavy to keep open.
** I walk into the meeting hall to discover the entire JLA naked. Wally is lying back on the big round table with the slyest look on his face. Aquaman is sitting in Steel's lap. Superman has Batman pinned to the ceiling, moaning like a two-dollar whore. Wonder Woman has Orion and Huntress tied up in her lasso begging for release. I can't even begin to describe what Manhunter and Plastic Man are doing.
"Did I miss anything?" I ask Wally stepping up to kiss him.
"Just your standard meeting. Arthur, Steel, and I have a bet going on who will come first Bats or Supes."
"I've got twenty says Bats will. He is up against the Man of Steel, after all."
"In your dreams!" Wally laughs.
"You have no idea," I say with a smile and hope from now on all my dreams are this good.