Hot Damn it's Sam

Mirror the first. Sam Scudder/Mirror Master DC roleplay. Pre-New 52. Faceclaim: Hayden Christensen.

[samscudder]

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Al’s low smile twitched at the sudden contact, but he returned the unexpected but… not unwelcome embrace. placing his hands gently on either side of Scudder’s soft head.

   “I’m sorry you never got yours.”

  He inhaled harshly through his nose, it’s like his throat is lined with broken glass. His eyes are wet but he won’t cry. Sam’s cried enough, for all the nothing it got him.

  After a time, his hands untangled from themselves wrapped around the small of Al’s back. The Mirror Master stepped away, feeling an extra pang of sadness when the Doctor’s hands let him go, though it was expected.

  “It’s okay.”

 Sam took one last long look at Albert. Standing in his kitchen, upright and still like a cardboard cutout. Picturesque. Then he turned around and put his leg up on the counter and left the same way he came in, shooting a glance over his shoulder before finally disappearing into his own reflection.

  “Bye Al.”

[samscudder]

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‘I don’t’

  That’s what Albert wanted to say… To say he’s happy like this. Satisfied. Putting himself in limbo. Gutting himself just not to feel.

But that would be dishonest. Even though it’s harder to express now how he is, deep down he wants things to be the way they were too. An Idealistic, Warm, Populated heyday when he could find comfort and joy in someone who wasn’t just a pitiful reflection of himself.

   “I’m sorry too.”

  Sam’s insides started to burn, and before he knew what he was doing he crossed Desmond’s kitchen and pulled the taller man into a tight hug.

  “I’m.... glad you got your happily ever after. Even if it’s not... exactly how you thought it would be.”

[samscudder]

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  Albert spent a longer than necessary time folding a hand towel into a neat square before putting it away in the drawer.

   “…You’re correct.”

  Sam felt like he should have-  winced or something. But he didn’t. The confirmation hurt of course, but they both knew it was true. So saying it out loud didn’t do much to undulate the dull ache in Scudder’s gut at the sight of him. Dead eyed and empty.

  He laughed again, staring down at his hands, it was quiet and hallow.

  “For what it’s worth...  I-”  his throat tightened a bit, “I’m... sorry...”

   Sam slipped off the counter and landed light on his feet, still looking down,  “I wish things were like they used to be.”

[samscudder]

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“I haven’t found a reason not to be, so yes.” He smiled softly, returning the Mirror Master’s stare with an equally subdued one of his own.

  Scudder folded his hands into his lap and swung his legs idly against the cupboards with a series of soft clunking sounds.

   “Well I miss you... I know you’re doing well- and you’re... Well you’re right here- you’ve always been...here... But I-”  He smirked ruefully and let his head fall to one side, “I guess that was never... good enough huh- that’s why you did this to yourself....”

[stupidpetface]

[samscudder]

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It was a short struggle to remove Sam’s pants and Wally was happy to be rid of them.  The speedster happily abridged to the rogue’s request for more close contact. 

He scooted onto his knees and hoisted his partner into his lap.  Wally missed this.  The relationship might not be perfect but it was all his.  He felt needed and wanted and they were kissing and Sam was beautiful and he missed this.

A smile met Sam’s gaze, even through the face squishing.  If an expression could gush any more joy they’d both be drowning in it.  

And then they were kissing again.  All he could think of was 

“You too~”

  Sam couldn’t hold back the soft moan, throwing his hand up and slapping around the bedstand and into the drawer with all the dexterity of a not-psychic gorilla. He pulls out a bag of candy, a box of toothpicks, and then finally AHHA- wait. Sam holds up the leaflet of plastic packages to his face and squints. There’s the telltale indent of a rubber ring. Yes. Condoms got.

    Even slushed, the Mirror Master still manages to be persnickety about his tidiness. Does he want his nice underwear stained with ass-cum? No.    Gross.

    He struggles with a grunt to pull at least two off the string of them and rolls one over his two middle fingers and the other is tucked into Wally’s hand. Open your hand, got a surprise for ya, here you go don’t use it all in one place.

   Sam taps the tip of his rubbery fingers to test their lubrication (as if he could accurately gauge that in his current state). Hmm yes adequately slippery. With a lick of his lips, he reaches down between his legs and went in.

[samscudder]

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Wally bit his bottom lip and looked down at Sam’s well manicured foot against his crotch.  He glanced back up at the rogue, pushing himself forward to grab another kiss, moaning quietly into it.

“Did you purposefully design these pants to be hard to get off?”

  “With how often you speedsters steal them? Yes.” He laughed again and assisted, pealing off those skin tight rubbery pants. Sam’s glad to be free of them, they’re choking his goddamn chicken.

   He rolls his hips and finishes peeling them off as much as he can before sloppily kicking them off the edge of the bed. Now he’s flushed and sweaty and naked... And cold. Sam hurriedly flicks his hands at Wally in a come-hither motion before wrapping him up in his thin arms,  burying his nose in the crook of the speedster’s neck, “Agh yes~”

    Scudder pulled back a second to squash Wally’s face between his hands, absolutely drinking up all his handsome (somewhat-smushed and blurry) details. Lips quivering a bit with a comically affectionate expression, “You’re sso...”

   He can’t even think of a good word right now, so he’ll just mush their lips together again and hope Wally can imagine a fitting compliment.

[samscudder]

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“Mn-”  Wally chewed on his lower lip.  He was so torn.  They hadn’t seen each other in a while, Sam was being super sexy, and they both wanted to-

“Wait…like…fuck fuck?  Really?”  Now the speedster truly was torn.  Did Sam really think this through or was he really just that drunk?  Maybe play it by ear.  Yeah.  Yeah that was good.

He released his hold on his partner and slid a hand down one of Sam’s legs, removing a boot.  Then the other.  

“I kinda like it when you’re bossy~”

  Sam flopped down with a breathy grunt, twirling his hand above his head like he was clearing away metaphorical cob-webs, “Yes, fuck-fuck.... Fuck--” the third f-bomb was more of an expletive than a noun but maybe if he says it enough times Wally will stop pussy-footing around.

  “Babe I’ll boss you around all night. Hell-- I’ll even-” Speaking of- Through the swirl he stuck out his tongue in concentration, slowly lowering his debooted foot to the Flash’s... general crotchular area. Sam laughed giddily and sat up on his elbow, biting down on his finger, yeah you like that foot boy?

[samscudder]

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Wally returned Sam’s determination with his own.  Kissing was great, Sam tasted amazing, and Wally wanted more.

The speedster wrapped an arm around the rogue’s waist to hold him steady while he moved onto the bed, holding them both up with his other arm.  

“So…”  He pulled away but only enough to to breath.  He liked the way Sam’s lips felt when he spoke against them.  “It’s rare for you to pounce on me like this.  What got you in the mood?”  Another kiss. 

“Not that I’m complaining.”

   Sam clung to the other’s torso and his head flopped back, shooting the speedster with a comically hurt expression. What??? Don’t ask me that. Does he look like a man who can answer complex emotional questions right now? He said he could recite the alphabet backwards, not psychoanalyze his boner.

  “Hnng- Who cares?? Shut up, we’re fucking.” He whined, pushing his hips up into the speedster without a single ounce of decency. It’s like the Flash didn’t even realize they hadn’t seen each other in months.

[samscudder]

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Wally leaned back to peel away the bulk of Sam’s costume covering his top half.  He pulled off his own shirt and looked down at his partner with a hungry expression, hair tussled from the fabric.  

“Oh I have no doubt.  Sit up and prove you’re ‘not that drunk’.”  The speedster grinned and tapped his lips.

  A split-second look of razor sharp clarity penetrated Scudder’s hazy expression. It was determined, hungry. Sam’s stomach tensed and he shoved himself off the bed with his hands before wrapping them around Wally’s shoulders, mashing their mouths together. 

  He twisted his legs a bit, curling them up underneath himself so he could better crowd into the Speedster’s body, conquering that freckled back with numb fingers. 

[samscudder]

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Wally raised an eyebrow and was trying his hardest not to smile back but dammit if Sam wasn’t charming even while shitfaced.  What an adorable dope.

He started helping the rogue out of his costume.  “I don’t think this is entirely fair when you’re this drunk.”  He put one kneed up on the bed to balance himself as he leaned down to press his lips against Sam’s.  

“But you’re also pretty irresistible.”

   Sam kissed back enthusiastically and when they separated, flopped back over with another pretty pout. “Hhmnu- Mnot that drunk...” he’s fuckin’ sloshed

    He narrowed his eyes and turned his head on the bed, pulling the back of his elastic cowl until it finally popped off, his hair half-plastered to his skin, hands trying to fix it out of pure muscle memory. Wally’s gonna be a gentleman isn’t he? If he knew he wasn’t gonna get laid, he wouldn’t have gotten this drunk.

   Think... brain.... “Whhhh....”  hmmmm

   He tilt his face with a tiny smirk, “...What do you want me to do~? Walk on a line? Say the alphabet backwards?? I can do that real well y’know....” Being an expert on mirrors, he can do a lot of things well backwards.

[samscudder]

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Oop aaaand Sam was slowly slipping to the floor.  Wally didn’t want to laugh because he knew the rogue had a drinking problem.  But Sam happened to be quite the adorable drunk.  The speedster sighed out a small laugh.

“Hey now.  Wouldn’t the bed be a bit more comfortable?  Lemme help.”

Scudder wasn’t heavy at all but Wally didn’t want to just hoist him up either, so he tried to coax the man to his feet and over to the bed.

   Sam tried to explain to the speedster that he was down here for a reason, damnit. He even managed to loosely grab the inside of Wally’s thigh before he was pulled upwards again. But it was just a lot of drunk word-salad punctuated by a frustrated groan.

  They got over to the bed and Sam flopped over on the mattress like a petulant child. Then stared up at Wally blocking out the light on the ceiling and smiled softly, trying to sloppily shed his orange rubber costume. 

  “C’mooon....” He whines.

[samscudder]

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Wally loosely wrapped his arms around Sam’s middle and smiled at him. “I don’t know if I have any. I hope I’m not a huge disappointment.”

Sam’s eyebrows drew together, gazing up at the ginger with as ‘serious’ a face he can muster all things considered, “Ssso disappointed...”

  His knees are a little wobbly and that makes the rogue want to sit down. Before he decides to though, he better calculate his trajectory should that be the course he deems to take. Hmmmm. Seems to have him seated in a very advantageous position. Sam’s eyes cast themselves downwards and he smiles drunkenly, the heat coming off his skin is palatable. 

  Yeah okay okay, he’s had a lot. A lot a lot. Maybe he’s a little delirious actually, but he’s here now and Wally makes better company than his toilet (He leers at the speedster, lips parted slightly, hmmm, yes.)

  Yeah he’s-a gonna sit down. MMm nice carpet, nice leg.

[samscudder]

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[Cheeky.  One hickey was fine right?  Just so other people knew?  A kiss to Sam’s neck.  Then another.]

“Gnh- Is it time for a necking?”  He chuckled, holding up his wrist to check a watch that wasn’t there.

   Sam bit his lip and let his hand rest on the speedster’s head, “You’re gonna leave a mark.”

[samscudder]

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[Sam’s initial reaction sent a pang of guilt through Wally’s stomach.  He let it slide though.  It was best to not touch on that subject at least for a little while longer.]

It’s been pretty quiet around here, like I said.  Not that I wanna promote more trouble for myself but I think you should reach out to him.

[The speedster knew how much Sam had missed the other man.  It hurt to think about and he hated it a little.  But they weren’t a couple and it was good for Sam to keep his friends close.]

From the files I read, I think he could use some fellow Rogue time too.  Or just general good company.

[ At Wally’s suggestion, Scudder smirked to himself- somewhat ruefully, tilting his head down to belay the expression. ]

   I’m not losing anything if I don’t.    

   [ He rolled over and made his head comfortable on the Speedster’s bicep. ]

[samscudder]

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[Wally pursed his lips with a smile.]

Had to try.  Are you staying for a while?

[Arms wrapped around the Rogue’s slim waist regardless of his answer.]

Is this going to be a one on one thing or should I be expecting a friend?  You can at least give me that much right?

Like who? Al?    [ He blurted it out without really thinking, and it probably sounded a little more bitter than absolutely necessary. And of course, after it popped out of his dumb mouth he realized Wally was probably referring to- ]

     Oh, Digger....     

[ Sam shrugged a bony shoulder. ]

   Haven’t heard from him since we met up in the bar. He’s not a fan of me spying on him so I let.... I let him fly under the radar. Haven’t seen hide or hair in months.

   [ It really hurt to say it. But of course he’s policing the hell out of his face, like always. ]

 Don’t worry, it’ll just be little ol’ me.... Of course that’ll be more than enough~