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@bitterpatience and @americanalien
I’ll still be around here, though my school isn’t giving me much time.)
I love you, Barry!
The Amazing Willpower of Hal Jordan
Superman: Red Son #3 (of 3)
The blond shakes his head, indicating that no, no he was not joking in the least. “Nope, Wally tells me that Dick asked him if I’d ever done it because apparently Bruce did and he said he couldn’t stop laughing for weeks. I don’t know if it’s true, but the rumor is out there now that I’ve told you; which I know you’ll happily spread.” The blond shrugs, “Well maybe if you learned to keep your ring at full charge you wouldn’t have that issue,” he states flatly. “And it’s not like I do it out of choice, but if I’m pressed for time and not clothed, well getting dressed wastes precious seconds I might not have. If I got dressed and failed to save someone because I was delayed, well I wouldn’t forgive myself. Someone’s life for my sense of modesty? Well that’s a decision I would never make.” Barry reaches for his beer and takes a drink, shaking his head at the fact that Hal can’t stop thinking about Bruce fighting in the buff. He’s about to set it down and make a comment about Hal’s sexual interests when he casually mentions he’s gone commando for the time being; a statement of fact that causes the blond to choke on his beer, sputtering up for air.
The blond recovers, finally shaking his head, “I do not have anywhere near the same amount of experience as you do, there’s not a chance of that.” The blond ducks his head, shaking it slightly. “Her,” he corrects when Hal mentions him. He wasn’t about to lead this thing on any longer. Barry wasn’t being any sort of subtle, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave enough material on the table for Hal to put it all together. It wasn’t like he was into guys, or most people really, but Hal. Well Hal was something entirely different. Something that made him feel at ease, that made him easy to fall for. Barry looks up when Hal places a hand on his shoulder. “W-what? Why would I? I’ve never… I’ve never had anal sex before…” the blond trails off, too caught off guard to properly react to it.
“Too macho? What does that mean? I mean, have you seen you? You’re hardly a slim figure. You’re muscular, bulky. Like I mean, you’ve got size to you Hal, wouldn’t you fit into that demographic? Or do you prefer… is that not your type?” Truthfully he doesn’t understand it, he’d always assumed muscular guys were into muscular guys, right? Hal was into girls that bordered on models as far as Barry was concerned, so he figured he’d be into the same with guys. Nothing but the best of the best for Hal Jordan right? So that had to mean guys that bordered on God-like. “You can’t just pick up a guy at a regular bar? Or what about one of those apps? I hear they work?” Yes, he’d downloaded it once to check it out, but after realizing it was purely for, well companionship, he’d deleted it and never looked back. That however seemed to be more up Hal’s alley. “And you’re bi, is that necessarily a bad thing? I think with a city this big you’d have some luck finding someone out there.”
And then Hal leaned back and flexed without really doing so. Just watching his arms was enough to make the speedster’s mouth go dry, causing him to reach for his beer yet again. “Hal, I’m okay, seriously. There’s a whole pizza left, and besides, I’m full. I’m seriously okay. You don’t need to worry about me.” The lingering touch is enough to cause him to freeze. The warmth of Hals’ sun-kissed skin radiating through him; as if the heat of the sun was trapped beneath each cell, waiting to be experienced. “I’m seriously okay, I mean it I-” he sighs, resting his head against the table quickly with an audible thud. “I’m fine Hal, just fine. Lets… do you want to watch a movie or something?”
Hal laughed hard at the comment, clapping his hands. Seriously, it was so hard to imagine Bruce wearing no clothes under his costume, but Hal forgot one basic detail: the boy scout was Clark, not Bruce. “I bet it’s true, anyway. Sometimes it can be complicated to fight with all clothing into that costume of his. He needs to be flexible, after all.” He shrugged, grinning at Barry mischievously. “C’mon, Bar, you don’t even have to do that. You’re the fastest man alive. You can put clothes and your costume, but maybe I’ll let you use that argument. Just because you’re my friend.” He cocked his eyebrows, bringing his hands to the back of his head.
“Well, you still have some experience with sex, buddy. It’s not like quantum physics or something like that. Sex is good. Good for health, for mood, for everything you can think of. And, what’s the matter with guys? Ah, you’re straight, right?” Uh huh, and I’m Santa Claus, thought Hal. “That’s why you never had anal sex. But really?? Not even with a girl? Anal sex is sooo good, man! You’re missing it out! So tight, it feels nice.” No details, Hal. Please. “Bar, my man... if you ever want to try anal sex, you can call me...” He paused, giving him a grin. “... and I’ll find a great girl for you. She’ll teach you everything about that. How does it sound?” Of course he commented that only to watch Barry getting embarrassed again.
“Nah, I’m not talking about looks. I’m talking about behavior. You know, when a man tries to show all his fragile masculinity by saying ‘I wanna drink the strongest whiskey you have!’ or ‘I have a car, girls. A huge one’, then he winks at them. And, they only talk about hot chicks, cars, sports and other macho stuff? That kind of guy I’m talking about. I actually love bulky men.” Hal confessed, shaking his head at Barry. “Nah, I’m picky. Really picky. I don’t find any interesting guy at a bar. And apps? Even worse. Or when I find a guy that’s very interesting, they are usually straight?” Like you, moron? “Whatever, it’s hard, Bar. Really hard. This city’s huge, but again, I’m not always here. So, I don’t have time to look for a nice guy around, unfortunately.” He sounded disappointed, looking at Barry with a sigh. When was he going to tell him he was interested?
Hal placed a hand on Barry’s head, patting it lightly with a smile. “What’s the matter, buddy? You rejecting food isn’t normal. Do you want to tell me what’s going on, or I should guess?” He joked, caressing his scalp lightly, giving Barry more hints about his interest in him. Please, get the message now, Barry. “Let me see... you have a secret to tell me, but you’re scared of telling me for some reason? Did I get that right?”
dorks
Green Lantern (2011)
Barry takes in the answer and has to keep looking outside because his own imagination was now beginning to taint the good Midwestern boy’s mind. He hadn’t always been like this, especially around Hal, his best friend, but something as of late had driven him to this line of thinking more and more frequently. Perhaps it was just time he found someone to get to know, a bit more intimately that is.
But he has to admit, the idea of Hal wearing only briefs under his suit has him thinking hard.
“Really? I almost find that hard to believe. I think I’ve even heard of Bruce doing it once or twice,” though that was just something he’d heard via Wally who’d probably heard it from Dick. “I mean I have,” he finally states. He’s not about to confess as to how often he does it, but he does. It’s not something that he does out of any sort of carnal need, it’s just simply easier to run when he doesn’t need to worry about chaffing. Sometimes he doesn’t have any clean pair of briefs suitable for running in, so free-balling is the option he’s forced to fall back upon. “Yeah I suppose that’s a good fear to have,” he admits. And yeah, he’d had a close call once where he’d been knocked back and there’d been a rip a little too close to his groin, but it’s not like he slowed down enough for anyone to see anything anyhow. “Maybe not, but it does rip,” he offers as a counterpoint with a slight shrug.
The shade of red Barry turns when Hal begins to speak, to really get into what he’s saying, well, it would rival his own suit. He’s almost sputtering a reply, trying and failing to cut the other off before he hears far too much. Yeah, Hal didn’t just fill him with enough material to enjoy for the week. And it’s not like he needs to use much of his imagination either. They’d been friends for years, shared rooms when going out of town, hit the gym together, neared death together; there’s not much of Hal that Barry hadn’t seen before. Including his business below the belt. So the whole imagination thing? Well it wasn’t going to be too difficult when he knew what the other was working with. Now all he really had to deal with was the fact that he was already planning on pleasuring himself to the image of Hal doing the same; this on top of just working one out of his system in his best friend’s shower.
Though he’d honestly rather enjoy the company of his friend’s hand. But he’d never admit that to Hal.
The pinch to his cheek has him reacting, recoiling a bit when the coolness of the digits doing the pinching hit his already flushed and hot skin. Except they’re not cold, are they, no, they’re burning, searing. His skin alights with a renewed flame under their touch, as if the very contact was scalding his skin. “I’m not a virgin,” the blond suddenly mumbles in an effort to explain his sudden redness. “I may not be as experienced as you, but I think in my 30 odd years I’ve had sex more than a few times.” He’s had kids even, but that’s beside the point. Barry knew that he knew what he was doing, so he needn’t take any shame in that sense.
Hal’s story is so nonchalant as he tells it, but it brings something else to Barry’s mind. And for once, his mouth moves faster than he process, before he can filter himself. “Would you ever do it again?” he blurts out before he can catch himself. Clearing his throat Barry looks back down to the hand gently stroking his arm, an act in and of itself questionable. “I mean like, if the opportunity arose, would you have sex with a guy again? Friend or not, just trying to figure you out, Hal. Or was the experimenting just that? It’s a bit of news to hear your friend you thought you knew better than anyone has slept with a guy, so….” he trails off. “I guess I’m just asking if you’re bi or if it was a one time thing. Not that I care either way,” he blurts, getting instantly defensive. “I mean I know the Midwest isn’t the most forward thinking but I don’t have a problem with it at all, I’m just… curious? Yeah, curious I suppose.”
The second the slice is offered it disappears, another crust adding itself to the pile already amassed on his plate. His cheeks stain a slight red, his own embarrassment coming forth. He wouldn’t turn down free pizza, not at all, ever. But he did feel bad he did it so quickly. “I’m fine without the sweets, honestly. Not too worried about them, especially after pizza.”
“Bruce? You mean the Bruce Wayne? Going on missions with his outfit but no underwear? Bar, you must be joking. Please, tell me you are.” Hal chuckled, trying not to laugh so hard. But, his eyebrows cocked when Barry confessed he also had the same habit, and he smirked, resting his chin on his palms. “That’s easy, tho. You don’t have to worry about getting naked in the middle of a battle. It’s just... weird to think you guys can do it with no problem, but...” He shrugged, giving Barry a witty smile. “... I guess I’d do the same thing if I could. No big deal for you both, of course. It’s just interesting to imagine Bruce with no underwear, fighting the criminals.” Hal released a laugh, clapping his hands. “I can’t stop imagine it anymore. Thanks, Bar. Now, enjoy your freedom of underwear. Right now, I’m not using any, but that’s because my clothes won’t vanish all of a sudden.”
Hal, though, did notice Barry’s face getting red, and he watched the man for a moment, while he talked about himself not being a virgin. Hal knew when someone was interested in him. He caught the message few minutes ago, and he only pretended not to notice Barry’s interest because it was fun to watch him getting embarrassed. But, the question was, since when? Was it an old interest? Recent? Only a sudden desire? Hal would love to know more about it, but he wouldn’t push his friend to an awkward situation. If the moment allowed them to talk about each other, so be it.
“Not saying you’re a virgin, Bar. I know you have experience with masturbation and sex, as much as I do.” And he wasn’t mocking him this time, but it sounded like he was. “Just saying that you can know yourself better when you touch your own body. It’s important during sex with a partner. You’ll be able to tell him exactly what you like without stepping into awkward territory. For instance, you’re not sure about anal sex, but you allow your partner to fuck you. You don’t enjoy it, and nobody gets happy.“ He explained, placing a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “You know what I’m saying?”
Hal’s lips spread into a smile when Barry made that question. And, he knew his friend was trying to cover it with new sentences, but it was clear Barry had a certain crush on him. “Hey, man... it’s fine. You can ask me anything you want, and you don’t have to give me any excuses. Anyway, yes, I’m bi. I rarely sleep with men, but only because the guys in Coast City are too macho or closeted homosexuals or bi. They are pretty hard to find, and they usually think I’m straight. I think. Also, I don’t like going to gay bars, not because I’m afraid of getting caught by someone, and this someone goes tell everybody I’m gay, no. It’s mostly because I can’t stand the songs.” He chuckled at his own comment, shrugging. “And, also... I have a type. Very specific. I’m pretty demanding.” Nodding at Barry, he leaned back against the chair, bringing his hands to the back of his head. “So, answering your question, yep. I’d do it again, no question.”
His eyes went to Barry’s plate, and he found curious that his friend left the crusts. “You sure about the sweets? Okay, then. Let me check, at least, if I have some peanut butter and jam to make some sandwiches for you. I probably have them...” Probably. He stood up from his chair, and touched Barry’s shoulder lightly, fingers running on his neck before he pulled them away to walk to the other side of the kitchen.
He wondered how Barry would react to that touch. Getting the jars, and some bread, he came back to the table, and rested the things on it. “There you go, buddy. Sorry for the lack of food, I promise you next time I’ll get you something better.” He never did it.
“I knew it! I knew you were Santa!”
“...”
“Santa still needs to drink some beer.”
I’m saying you don’t have to pretend with me.
Justice League of America #6 - “The Wheel of Misfortune!” (1961)
written by Gardner Fox art by Mike Sekowsky & Bernard Sachs
“Me? Sarcastic?? Never.”
“Uh huh. And I’m Santa Claus.”
Green Lantern Issue #10
Those aren’t very sexy undies for a one night stand, Hal! Thanks Shirtless Superheroes
Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps 004 / Kevin Nowlan
“Like you’re one to talk, Hal. You’ve been wearing that bomber jacket since–”
Dug his own grave.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “The beard keeps the mask company,” he jokes in the attempt to save himself.
“Low blow, pal.” Hal frowned at his friend, trying to ignore that comment in his head. But he knew Ollie was a big guy. He could deal with his own words later.
“Fine. Let’s just forget about that goatee, then.”
HERBIE detected an unusual form of energy that was not of this world. The information was quick to travel from the sensors into the living room where Jonathan Storm sat watching America’s Next Top Model. A girl he used to date happened to be a contestant and it seems to him that she was going to kicked off soon. Luckily for Johnny the warning came in which forced him to turn off the television and investigate the surge of extraterrestrial form of energy.
Flying out to the location he found another man in flight. He increased his speed to interfere with the other man’s trajectory. Upon closer inspection he saw the other man was one of his famed comic book heroes, Green Lantern. Of course, it could have been a hoax but the green energy doesn’t fail to impress him.
“Hold it,” Johnny firmly states to gather the other’s attention. Once floating in front of the other, he lifts a thin brow and examines the entirety of the male before him. “You could be one very lucky nerd or you’re actually the Green Lantern.” He silently wishes he would have brought his box of comics out of storage for a signature–if the man happen to be who he seemed.
He was pretty sure one of Sinestro Lanterns went towards a certain direction, but he ended up traveling in a strange portal which brought him to... space. It was still space, the question was whether that was his reality or not. Damn, that Lantern tricked him somehow. Now, he wasn’t sure how he could go back to his universe. Luckily, Earth was nearby, and he decided to check it, hoping that wasn’t Earth 3 or something. He didn’t want to end up meeting Ultraman and his Crime Syndicate.
The first thing he wanted to find was Coast City, and to his frustration, the city didn’t exist in that reality. Same thing with Star City, Central City, Gotham City and Metropolis. What the hell was going on? If those places couldn’t be found anywhere, so did it mean Superman and the others weren’t around?
Then, a guy, covered in flames, showed up in the middle of the sky, asking him to wait. Hal squinted his eyes, making a confused expression at the man. “I... I’m the Green Lantern.” Very lucky nerd? What was going on? “You are...?”