Well Concealed in Secret Places
Hal Jordan x Barry Allen
NSFW-18 and over-MDNI
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Tags: Smut, t4t, washroom sex
Notes:Hello! This is my first time writing this ship so apologies if this isn't the best. Also yes, once again, these bitches are transgender LMAO. I saw so much bigender Hal stuff due to that one Spectre comic, and I could not get the worms out of my brain. So I flip between She/They/He due to that. And Barry is a trans man because I can do what I want and that bitch has T-Boy energy. Anyways, don't have sex in public bathrooms, its gross, but please do enjoy this. You can read it here on Ao3
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Five.
Barry had been counting since the clock had struck midnight on New Years day of all the stupid and embarrassing things he had been caught doing because he had been dragged into it thanks to the convincing of one Hal Jordan. That number was five. It wasn't even fucking April yet.
And it was really starting to seem like tonight, he was trying to get that number to six.
"Hal just shut the fuck up and get to it, I don't want to get caught."
He panted, back pressed against the rickety metal of a washroom stalls door. The lantern rolled her eyes, pulling her jacket off and moving Barry to the side to hang it up.
"We're not gonna get caught." She assured, cockiness and self confidence oozing from her low tone. "I'm sure those 'fastest man alive' claims are true."
Barry grumbled, pulling his own coat off and throwing it onto the hook with hers. Seems like they had time for jokes.
"They can be, if you don't get whiskey dick, sweetheart."
He teased right back. She shot him a look, a fire in their eyes now.
"Oh you fucking…get over here."
They growled, closing the distance between them in two steps.
It was moments like these that, despite her incessant need to put him in embarrassing situations (seriously, five. In three months, she'd done it five times!), Barry understood why he still stuck with Hal so closely. When she pinned him against the wall of a gay bar washroom that was more graffiti than paint, immediately pushing her knee between his legs, he knew deep down that he was so thoroughly whipped that he could never dream of wanting anyone other than her.
They weren't weren't a couple. Well, not officially. They went on dates, they were always each others plus ones, they both used their time off to be together, and, well, they did this. Fucked the ever living hell out of each other. But they've never labelled it, never confessed feelings outside of attraction for one another. It hurt Barry a bit, to feel like he was on the outskirts of Hal's life, but he never wanted to ask for more from her. She was so funny and smart and cool and interesting and part of an space corp, (not to mention, gave him the best sex he had ever had in his life), and fuck, he couldn't throw all that away just because of some stupid emotions. So, as Wally had put it so eloquently, he was stuck in a "situationship" with the person of his dreams, until she made the first move. It was the most lovely pure hell he could experience.
But always trailing along with them meant the two of them would end up in situations like these.
Earlier in the evening, before the two had stumbled into a stall together, they had been in (mandatory) attendance at the Justice Leagues annual fundraiser Gala, an event that essentially described itself. To be able to hide all links from the members who utilized their own money to fund the Leagues operations (Since Oliver and Bruce were essentially playing a game of chicken of who could sink the most of their net worth into this thing), they held the event once a year to collect donations through tickets to the event, door prized, the like. While they usually did rake in a lot of cash, the majority of the money wouldn't actually be used for their operations, that was handled. It usually was poured back into other foundations that could help in their own communities, charities in Central City and Metropolis, shelters and social programs in Gotham, rebuilding efforts in Coast and Star City (Ollie was the one who though of it, and was pretty proud of himself.) It was nice to be able to give back, all while creating a bit more security within their identities.
Throughout the night, there would be a rotating cast of heroes in attendance (since it would be silly to keep them all in the same place at the same time), that would announce things like door prizes, honour the highest donors, do interviews to answer pressing questions for a fee. Bats was always in charge of the schedule, making up the order on who went on when. He usually took the earliest slot himself, then either headed back to the Gotham streets, or found his way into the crowd as Brucie while Nightwing wore the suit. That system usually worked out for him. But for others, it was a lot. Having to organize when you'd get there with the Zetas, do some stage work, deal with all those eyes on you. Barry absolutely hated having to talk in front of all those rich folks, he was far more comfortable talking about forensics to a group of colleagues, not receive praise and announce a number from a hat.
Obviously, he complained about these things to Hal. Pressed against her chest, post coitus, he grumbled out how much disdain he had for the whole event, debating what he could do to not have to be a part of it this year. His accelerated healing made it so he couldn't just say he was sick, or that he had gotten hurt. Faking an emergency in Central City wasn't impossible, but it also wasn't that great of an idea. He could get Wally to vouch for him needing to help him with something, but Iris was getting tired of him borrowing her nephew since they breakup. Hal giggled, having watched Barry's face of contemplation, trying to figure out what he could do to get out of this. Pushing the blond's hair back, he spoke in a light voice.
"Y'know, I could try and get us on as the early announcers to the event." He hummed, cupping under Barry's jaw so she could examine her work (which absolutely did nothing to Barry's stomach nor to the heat between his thighs, thank you very much). "Get us in and get us out."
"Yeah right, like Bats is gonna let us do that." He sighed, resting the weight of his head against the others palm. "He's always the opener, gotta get back to his like, two hundred kids and their crime city."
Hal snorted, that pretty laugh she did when it was just the two of them, that melted Barry's heart right there in his chest.
"Yeah but the Big Bad Bat isn't in charge this year."
That sentence hung in the air for a moment, Barry sitting up to look at Hal better.
"What?" He asked, confusion and doubt clear on his face. If Batman wasn't in charge this year, he obviously would have hear about it. "I wasn't told that."
Hal rolled his eyes, sitting up with the blond. The sheets pooled around their waists, leaving both their chest exposed. Barry had to focus very hard on keeping his eyes locked on the beautiful green eyes in front of him, and not trail down to the tits he had absolutely covered in hickeys just a few inches down (In his defense, Hal had worn that black silk bra he liked, and she was well aware that it drove him wild.)
"Yes you were, I don't know what was going on in that brain of yours, but we had a meeting." He sighed, pushing his brown hair back. "The event is being held in Star City this year due to some over active rogues in Gotham. Ollie's taking over organizing everything this year." She explained.
Barry blinked at him a few times
"Which meeting was this?"
Hal let out a long, drawn out sigh, falling back onto the pillows dramatically.
"Last Thursday, we were there like, twenty minutes early, remember?" He shook his head. "All that extra time spent and you weren't even paying attention."
The speedster wracked his mind to figure out why he would've missed such amazing news last week, trying to remember what happened. Last Thursday...what had happened last...oh. Barry blushed a bright red (that was easy to see on his pale skin, curse his pale blond hair blue eyed genetics), looking away bashfully from the brunette in his bed. Last Thursday he was in the middle of a tough forensics case, allocating most of his brain power into figuring that out rather than paying attention to what was happening at the meeting. Well, focusing on that, and how beautiful Hal had looked. He'd shown up in his Lantern suit, but at some point had decided to just sit in his pilot outfit and woof, a pretty sight like that in uniform? Barry hadn't stood a chance. So yeah, his mind was a bit too busy to focus on gala planning when he was trying to wrap his head around how a body that seemed at the point of 2 weeks decayed, while having wounds that suggested they were killed 3 weeks ago, while also ogling the pretty pilot he was determined to bring home that evening. Sue him, he had his priorities.
Without getting into all of that with Hal, he skirted around his attention issues by relying mostly on the work excuse. After some mild scolding, Hal got back to her point.
"I could always ask Ollie to let us on for the intro, he still owes me after I caught Dinah and him in the training room."
He thought out loud, ignoring Barry's pinched expression.
"Ah yes, the most romantic place in the tower."
Hal chuckled, ruffling the speedsters hair.
"You're just mad we didn't think of it first." She hummed. "But yeah, I can get us pretty much in and out...and maybe-" Voice dropping to a suggestive tone, the Lantern snuggled herself up to Barry's side, batting her eyelashes for emphasis. "You and I could have ourselves a night out on the town?"
Barry's redness deepened impossibly, an awkward chuckle passing his lips.
"I mean...if you want. I've never spent much time in Star."
He spoke, gulping slightly. Hal waved his worry off (yeah...worry).
"Neither have I, it'll be fun, Speedy. We can have a little adventure, just the two of us."
She purred. If Barry were to get any warmer, he'd shut down like an old PC.
But, it was settled. Hal would speak to Ollie, use his leverage, and get them in and out of the gala so they could have a night to themselves, just the two of them. The plan, while simple for one created and preformed by the Lantern, surprisingly, went flawlessly. Hal didn't even have to threaten the dirt she had on Queen, the man simply being happy to give the two an easy night. She was a bit taken aback, thinking that the man was just trying to differentiate himself from the Bat by being more lax, but nope! He had mentioned something about making his children go on for most of the events, either as some Arrow Clan team building or wanting to improve their public image, maybe something about Roy owing him one, Hal had been tuned out for most of that. But the Friday before the event, Barry got the all clear text while at work, letting them know they had a quick pit stop before their date. (Was it a date? It felt like a date. But they never said it was a date. What if Barry called it a date and Hal didn't think it was and he embarrassed himself and oh god he was spiraling-)
On the night of the event, the two had coordinated their evening plans. They would arrive via Zeta Tube in their hero costume with a change of clothes at the ready, a feat easier for Hal but whatever (Barry was planning on just leaving some clothes at Ollie's place and coming back cause y'know...super speed.), do their little welcoming speeches, say bye to their friends, and then head off into the night together. From their, they had arranged to go to dinner at a nearby restaurant, nothing too fancy, just a chain steak house neither had in their city, and have the night take them from there. It was nice, casual, intimate. Barry pointedly ignore every time during the week his stomach would drop in excitement at the thought of them spending a whole evening out together, not just a night spent in on the couch watching old movies where Hal would talk the whole time and not pay attention to the plot (which he never minded), but a whole ass (unconfirmed) date! To top it all off, Hal had booked herself a hotel for the night on Ollie's card so they wouldn't have to worry about overworking the Zetas or having to speed home in Barry's arms. And, she heavily implied that she wanted the speedster to spend the night with her which, ah!!! That made him ecstatic. The evening sounded like a dream come true, and for once, the blond wasn't dreading the Gala night, just the Gala part.
The two arrived to the event hall around the same time, Barry choosing to run over as soon as Hal mentioned that he was heading down to the Zeta in Coast City. Since Oliver was running the show, he was able to get a crew of drivers to take people from the tube's location to the event nearby, leading to the two of them to be cozied up in a back seat together. (By that, they mean sitting near each other in the back seat, since they couldn't risk people assuming Green Lantern and the Flash had the hots for one another.). But, in no time, they were in the wings of the Gala's stage, waiting for their cue.
"You nervous?"
Hal asked, a soft smirk on her face. Barry rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from shifting from one foot to another.
"I mean, yeah, but I've got a great co host to fall back on."
He chuckled, catching her scoffing from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't look right at them right now, knowing their beauty would send him into a full blown panic. He didn't want to think about embarrassing himself in front of a beautiful person like Hal Jordan.
"You're acting like I wouldn't leave you hanging if you fucked this up, speedy."
She snarked, fiddling with the mic in her hand. The blond shrugged, looking out in the crowd of fancy folk in fancy suits and fancy dresses, trying to go over his script in his head.
"I know you wouldn't, you like me too much."
He hummed. And for once, he caught the briefest bloom of a sweet, pink blush taking over her cheeks, something so rare to see on her face. (Well, would you look at that. The mighty Hal Jordan could be caught off her game.)
Luckily for them, their little intro monologue thanking everyone there and the people who sponsored for the event went as smooth as it could. They got the words out with no fumbles, introduced the next presenter, and handed the mic off to one of Ollie's kids (Bruce and him needed to stop competing, acquiring so many wards each was becoming a challenge. This one was Caden? Carter? No! Connor. Right.) The two snuck off to a washroom just far enough from the crowds and all security cameras to be able to change into casual clothes, Barry technically getting changed at Ollie's, where he'd left his suit in the mean time, but he met back up with Hal in that washroom less than a second later. From there, they continued their evening, the blond just as, if not more, giddy now that the night was really starting.
Dinner was about the same amount of uneventful. It was good, don't get them wrong, Barry got to feed Hal bites of his steak and potatoes, they shared a dessert (And! And! The waitress said that they were a cute couple when he was paying the check, which was a win to the speedster. Hal might've been in the washroom, but it still counted.), but overall, it wasn't much to write home about. Luckily, it was just where their night was starting.
From there, the two walked down the main streets of Star City, taking in the late night sights and sounds and smells. The twinkling lights of high rises and street lights and flashy club advertisements lining the streets. The sounds of bumping music and street performers coupled with he honking of traffic and chatter of passerby. The scent of street food, strangers colognes and perfumes, spilt booze, and the occasional sour twinge of vomit and smog. It was new and familiar all at the same time. They took to the sidewalk, following down the street until something caught their eyes. It was nice, almost domestic of them. Hal had taken it upon herself to lace their hands together, thumb tracing idly on Barry's knuckles (which made his heart beat even faster than normal). They'd people watch as they moved down the blocks, the Lantern stopping every once in a while to dance embarrassingly horribly to the music outside of clubs, trying to get the speedster to join her. They snuck into a pawn shop for a bit, looking at jewelry and old leather jackets, finding nothing that really peaked their interest. Just as they were about to reach the end of the main street they had been walking on, however, a bright, rainbow sign caught their attention.
The sign was a bit rusted, the neon lights a bit dimmer than the ones they had seen up the street. But from the rainbow flag on the railing, and the wheat pasted posters for upcoming drag shows and activist events, it was easy to tell what they'd just stopped in front of. A run of the mill gay bar. Hal looked over to Barry, bumping him with their shoulder.
"Wanna take a look inside?"
She asked, the biggest smile on her face. While normally the speedster would say no, not wanting to put some of the privacy in his life out there in the open for someone to see, the comfort of them being in a city far from his home one brought him a sense of ease. He hadn't been to any queer space really since he had transitioned, well, besides the few teen events he'd chaperoned Wally and his friends to. It would be nice to be someone safe with his sorta lover, sorta friend.
"Sure. It's been a while since I've been the one. I'm pretty sure we're gonna be aged out of the crowd, though."
He commented, already fishing cash out of his pocket for the presumed cover. Hal waved his pessimism off.
"It'll be fun. You don't have to worry about impressing anybody but me."
She teased, once again sending shocks of those tingly, stomach churning nerves only a crush could give you right to his stomach.
Inside the space was pretty stereotypical, a bouncer waiting inside the first set of doors, handing them their change for the fee (and not checking either of their IDs, ouch.). Inside was rather quaint, a few booths and pool tables, a bar in the far corner, and an open dance floor Hal immediately started dragging Barry towards, despite his protests.
"C'mon Bear, one song!"
She tried to bargain.
"At least lets get a drink first, the beer I had a dinner didn't do jack."
And he would need the liquid courage to step anywhere near a dance floor. The Lantern tapped her chin in thought, the green ring on her finger taunting the speedster.
"You drive a hard bargain. Fine, one drink."
After waiting for a few moments, the bartender took their order. The place wasn't extremely crowded, a good number of people spread out around the space, but there was still a small crowd surrounding the bar. A crowd big enough to make it a shock when a man tapped Hal on the shoulder. The blond looked over to the gentleman once he realized he was there, immediately clocking his lidded gaze and sleazy grin. Over the bumping beat of some artist he was too old to name, he could barely make out the two's conversation.
"Hey gorgeous, never seen you around here before."
He did nothing to hide the way he was leering him. Hal barely contained his eye roll.
"I'm from outta town."
She replied in a tight tone of voice. Barry was having to hold himself back from intercepting, not wanting to speak for the Lantern. She could handle herself.
"Ah, what are you doing in Star?"
The man continued to press. The blond was so focused on trying not to death stare this guy, that he jumped when Hal's arm found his waist.
"Just here with my boyfriend, having a night out after our business trip."
The brunette smiled, the smirk on his face just as flimsy as his excuse. But that didn't matter to Barry, what mattered was what Hal had called him.
Boyfriend.
Boyfriend. Boy-Friend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfrie-
The man seemed taken a back, looking between the two.
"Oh, I see." He leaned forward to look at Barry, trying to keep a polite smile on his face. "Hey buddy, you the type to share?"
And, first of all, ew. Second of all, he wanted this guy gone yesterday. He brought his own arm around Hal's waist, grip protective on her hip.
"Oh, nah. Especially not with her."
He practically growled. The man, luckily, was smart enough to know that was his cue to rush off.
Despite the threat vacating the premise, the two remained wrapped up in one another, Barry absolutely refusing to let go of Hal's waist after she'd said what she said. She'd really called him his boyfriend, like said the words to another person. And sure, maybe it was just a defense mechanism to keep some dude away, but she was still holding onto him, even after she got her drink, arm still firmly on his back as she let him take sips of her cocktail. Even after he got his whiskey sour, even once they'd both finished their drinks, they stayed glued together, arms around each other's backs. It was a bit silly, but warmed that sentimental sap deep in Barry's heart.
Just as they'd finished their drinks, and Barry was fixing his lips to inquire about what had happened, Hal gasped as a new track started to play.
"I love this song!"
He smiled, already moving to the dance floor with the blond in tow. Oh god, he was actually going to have to make good on that promise.
"Hal! Wait!"
She shook her head, practically dragging him onto the dance floor.
"A deals a deal, dear. You promised me a dance."
She argued. And as much as he wanted to pull away and hide in the booths, leaving her alone on the dance floor, the speedster couldn't resist those pretty eyes and wide smile. He could endure one, one embarrassing dance on the gay bar's dance floor, if it meant making her happy.
Barry realized very quickly, however, that he hadn't danced at any sort of night club at all, in years. Specifically, he hadn't since transitioning. The embarrassment and unease flooded him all at once, realizing that he'd never taken the time to figure out how men were supposed to dance at nightlife events. Was he just supposed to stand there? Do that stupid flick boys did? Or should be get behind Hal? That would just be awkward with their height difference. Noticing the look on his face, Hal offered him a small smile. She took his hands, guiding them to her waist as she swayed to the beat.
"Just, follow my lead."
She mumbled in his ear. Sparks flew deep in the blond's stomach, just deep enough to shock something in his pelvis. And yeah, ok, he could do that.
They moved against each other, easy at first, before getting closer and closer. Barry remembered some of the steps of his youth, the way to sway his hips back and forth to music, legs bumping into Hal's softly as they danced. It wasn't perfect, not really, but neither cared. They were too busy focusing on each other, barely brushing their noses together and getting up into each other's personal space. The blond had moved his hands to the others hips, while they had trailed their hands from around his neck to be holding him by his belt loops. Maybe it was the drinks or just the electrifying energy of the night, but for once, everything felt like it was going too fast for Barry. A pressure was building inside him, a want swirling deep in his stomach, dampening his boxers. He'd been so keyed up all night, that slight heat of desire always at a low simmer now burning him alive from the inside out. Under the low lights of the dance floor, being so close to such a beautiful creature, he couldn't deny, couldn't pretend anymore. He needed Hal, needed her bad.
With the confidence of a few drinks, he decided to push gender roles aside for the night and actually let loose. Remembering how he lured in men and women alike in his twenties, Barry gently turned in Hal's grip, putting his back to his chest, swaying his hips from side to side on his belt buckle. He was expecting to feel the firm, cool metal against his back when he did that, not to feel a firm presence press against his ass just below it. Holy fucking shit, she was hard. Hot and stiff in her jeans. Well, at least Barry wasn't the only one. As he tried to process what the hell to do with that information, Hal rolled his hips forward in a slow grind against his ass, urging him without any words, making him feel every inch of her desire for him.
His shock was so noticeable, I mean, the speedster was practically just standing there as he dry humped him, Hal gently cupped his jaw and made Barry look at her.
"You have no idea how crazy you drive me, do you?"
She mumbled, kissing his cheek, dangerously soft. The blond turned around, their hips meeting each other easily.
"Do you wanna head back to the hotel? I can get us there in no time."
He offered, desperately wanting to solve their desire for one another. She shook her head, eyes finding the washrooms in the far corner.
"Can't wait that long for you, baby."
Which brings out heroes back to the beginning, crammed into a barely handicap accessible stall, grinding against each other desperately. Tongues tangled in one another, each other's spit almost dripping down their chins.
"If it makes you feel any better." Hal panted as Barry kissed down her neck. "I've got a little out of order sign on the door outside, that should buy us some time."
She groaned. The speedster pulled back from worrying her skin with his teeth, leaving a line of beautiful hickeys down her throat, to chuckle.
"Yeah, cause a floating, glowing green sign isn't going to attract attention."
She rolled her eyes, cupping his face as she pulled him back to her mouth.
"Keep up that attitude, and I'll make a pretty ball gag for you, handsome."
Barry's hips moved back and forth along her thigh, desperately seeking any form of stimulation he could get. He had been so desperate for her. Every day since they planned their night, he knew deep down that he needed Hal between his legs to alleviate that pressure. Drawing his hips back and thrusting them forward onto the thick muscle, his hard cock tingling with rough stimulation as he dragged it against her jeans. It wasn't enough, just something to soothe himself until he had her. Had her hips to his, that deep ache quelled by her inside him. His hands wrapped around her neck, pulling them in to kiss roughly, and to silence the soft whimpers that passed his lips. He didn't want this to end before they even go started.
He felt their hands leave his waist as they blindly took hold of his belt, fingers pulling at it until she got it unbuckled.
"Gotta make sure you're open for me."
She mumbled, now working on his button and fly. Barry panted, eyes gazing down to watch as she shuffled the pants down his hips, opening them up to give them room to work with. His pants low, fly unbuckled and opened to show the waistband of his underwear. Barry, arms still wrapped around Hal's shoulders, could feel them bounce with barely contained laughter.
"W-what is it?"
He asked, pulling back from her lips to see what was so funny. The brunette covered his mouth, looking away.
"Nothing just...tighty whiteys? Really?"
He giggled. The speedster rolled his eyes.
"They're briefs."
That did nothing to stop the giggles.
"I know, just, you really know how to woo a girl, huh Allen?"
With a roll of his eyes, Barry pulled her back in for a kiss, knowing they'd be stuck here forever if they kept arguing.
Back on track now, Hal's fingers slipped into Barry's underwear, almost immediately making contact with his hard cock, standing at attention, soaked in his arousal. The blond hissed against her lips, head tipping back against the brick wall. The Lantern slowly rubbed soft circles on the sensitive head, teasing it to life, making sure he was ready, before delving further between the folds. Trailing back until they felt that wet heat that was begging to suck her in. As they pushed their middle finger into the tight warmth, Barry's head fell forwards, panting as he leaned against her for stability as she explored his depth.
"You're so wet for me, baby." She praised, kissing his neck. "Gonna be ready for my cock in no time."
Easily, she pressed a second finger in, cooing at how they were both swallowed whole by his cunt.
Barry had to keep a white knuckle grip on her shoulders to keep himself from falling, desperate to keep himself up as Hal thrust his digits in and out of his pussy, but his knees weak from how great it felt. Her palm was pressed against his cock, grinding against him painfully slow as she fingered him open.
"Fucking hell." He whined, hips moving to get more from her. "Hal, please."
Movements becoming sharper, the Lantern tutted.
"Not yet, don't want to have you walking funny outta here."
She explained, fingers scissoring the speedster's wet walls. The feeling made him keen, back arching towards her desperately.
She kept the movements up, never going too fast or too slow, just right to keep him hooked on her, but not enough to make him cum. As quick as they needed to be, she wanted to drag it out with all the time they had, make him feel it. Barry, for all it was worth, was in heaven. Big blue eyes blown out as he watched everything Hal did, feeling her expertise as she worked him to where he needed to be. But fate just never seemed to be on his side. As she was working a third digit to the rim of his cunt, they heard foot steps approaching outside of the door.
They both froze, holding bated breaths as they grew closer and closer. With her thigh still between his legs, Hal wrapped her unoccupied arm around Barry (The one who's hand wasn't buried in him), and helped float him off the floor, just past where they'd be able to see them. The door creaked, footsteps coming in. The clearly drunk chatter brought a level of comfort, it wasn't staff coming in, but it still made sweat, a very rare thing to see on speedster skin, pool along Barry's lower back. Hal's eyes were narrowed looking at the locked door, focusing on what the people were saying, yet her hand stayed exactly where it was. It was taking everything in the blond not to squirm, his cunt tightening around the digits desperately against his will. Luckily for them, less than a few seconds after the people came in, one of their friends (probably a sober handler), called to them to head to the other washroom, pointing out the clear out of order sign. Oh, that shit eating grin Hal had was going to follow Barry for weeks. Just as quickly as they came, they left, letting the Lantern bring them back to the ground. Before the speedster could make any snide comments, his cunt was immediately stretched around the third finger, Hal covering his mouth with hers at the same time to shut him up and not blow their cover.
With a few more minutes of thrusting and stretching and Barry needing to bit his lip hard to keep all his noises inside, Hal was retracting his fingers from the tight heat and licking them clean (which definitely didn't send a gush of arousal through the blond's core).
"How do we wanna do this?"
She asked once she'd finished cleaning up, fingers reaching for her own belt. Barry stopped her, fingers replacing hers starting to undo it for him
"Probably easiest from the back with the room we have."
He bargained, looking around the cramped space. Hal frowned.
"Yeah but...I won't be able to...y'know?" She made a vague jerking gesture with her hand. "Play with your little guy."
Barry made a face like he'd bit into a lemon.
"Stop calling him that." He groaned, trying not to smile at Hal's giggle. "I can deal with that, speedy fingers and all."
He pointed out, hand vibrating as he dragged it over her bulge. The Lantern gasped, gripping his wrist to stop him, despite the soft sound she made.
"Point taken. Alright, turn around, handsome."
Despite the command, Barry helped ease Hal out of her, very sexy, lace panties before turning around ("You got all done up for me?" "Yes, Barry, unlike you, some people like to show off for the person they're fucking.") He was hot and stiff in his hand, firm and so desperate. The blond gave her a few pumps to make sure they were both ready, before spinning around, placing his hands firmly on the wall. Hal eased his slacks and underwear down to his thighs, giving them enough room to work, but making sure they wouldn't touch the floor. He knew the blond could be nitpicky about stuff like that. The Lantern placed a big hand on his hips, helping them cant upwards towards him, arching to put his ass and cunt on display.
"Jesus, fuck, bear." They whispered, hands appreciating his physique. Full ass, strong thighs, pretty pink hole wet and begging. "Wish you could see how good you look. All that running does you some good."
She breathed, thumbs pulling his lips apart to look at him, inspecting what was hers. Barry whined, arching further as she dragged her cock head through his folds, lubing herself up with his arousal.
"I wouldn't want people, fuck, to think I couldn't be around you."
He whined, blushing as she hummed a soft laugh.
"Oh baby, we make a great pair."
She rut her hips against him once, making sure her dick was fully coated, twice, to press their cocks together and send another dizzy spark through him, and a third time, to drag her tip against his hole, before sinking in.
Hal immediately groaned under his breath, almost breathless as that tight heat surrounded her. Wet, hot, raw, Barry's cunt swallowed her whole, taking her to the hilt without complaint. And Barry, fuck, Barry was in heaven. That desperate need to be filled by something thick and heavy was sated, replace by a want to be destroy by it. He wanted that hot, desperate sex, to feel Hal fill him to the brim with her spend, make him hers with no second thoughts. With her cock head nuzzled to her lover's cervix, her hips slowly pulled back, retreating from the warmth. Barely pausing at the edge of pulling out, the Lantern's hips fucked back forward, being hugged by those warm walls once more.
Barry groaned, bringing a hand to his mouth to bite on a knuckle. He would not be the reason they got caught. Standing a bit firmer, legs further apart, he arched his back as much as he could, his other hand coming down to his cunt.
"H-Hal, just, fuck, just fuck me, please! I can take it."
He begged softly, fingers trailing along where they were connected. The Lantern shuddered, his hands planted firmly on Barry's hips, holding him tight.
"You sure? I don't wanna hurt you."
She mumbled, whimpering softly as she felt the fingers buzz at the root of her cock. The speedster laughed breathlessly.
"You could never do that, beautiful. Give it to me, I wanna feel you."
She groaned a pretty sound as his walls tightened around her for emphasis. Oh, if he wanted it, he was going to get it.
Grip holding him in place, Hal pulled their hip back before fucking forward again, pulling Barry back onto her thick length. Quickly, she repeated the action again, and again, and again, fucking into that beautiful heat that made sparks form behind her eyelids. It felt so good, so snug in there, like his cunt was made to hug her cock tight, like it begged for her loads. The lantern immediately set a quick pace, thrusting his cock in and out of his lover with passion, biting her lip to keep the noises at a minimum. Hot pulses of pleasure tingled from her cock head all the way through her pelvis, goosebumps on her arms and legs. That all consuming need to chase that pleasure all the way down, feel that pressure build and build until it blew taking over her. If his skin could bruise, she'd have left pretty marks all along his hip bones, lasting brands of her devotion of making them both feel good, evidence of her needing to find control around him. As much as she tried to limit their sounds, the applause of his thick ass hitting her hips and thighs was impossible to silence, and she wasn't willing to limit their pleasure by pulling back on her thrusts.
Barry himself was truly lost in it, trying to bounce back to meet her, but barely able to keep control of that and to not make any sounds. His teeth were digging into his skin, definitely leaving a sizable bite mark that would vanish in minutes. It was intoxicating, that heady arousal that built up inside him as Hal bullied her way in and out of his sopping cunt. Head tipped forward, feeling light and dizzy as those hot throbs of pleasure shot through him, filling his stomach with that need to be quelled. His other hand was stroking his cock slowly, running a faint vibration along it. As much as he was a fan of that buzzing feeling on his parts, he never bothered to invest in any toy. Why would he? Why use loud silicone that you couldn't control when he could just do them himself? His fingers found his dick head, sticking out proud from his folds and growth, desperate for some loving. He sped himself up, petting small strokes to the soft skin, silencing his moans into his hand. It was so amazing, so hot and heavy. He couldn't hold back his sounds as well as before, letting out a soft, muffled.
"Fuck, Hal~"
He never wanted it to end. Never wanted to be fucked by anyone else cock or fingers or tongue, never wanting to don his strap for anyone else.
Hal wasn't doing much better at keeping her head on straight. He was transfixed, hypnotizing herself as he watched his cock disappear in and out of Barry. Watching the way the pink skin would grip her length for as long as it could as she pulled back, taking it so well as she thrust back in. It felt incredible, rich, silky warmth holding him like it never wanted to let go. The way his ass would bounce with every impact. And fuck, when Barry's hand sped up? She wasn't sure how it worked, never caring to ask how he could make himself vibrate like that. All they knew was that when he sped up his hands, it would send those trembles through his body as well, his cunt vibrating in time. Or maybe he did that on purpose, maybe he did that to get her off, which sent a whole new wave of heady lust through her skull. God, this man was too good to her.
"Shit, Bear, I'm not gonna last if you keep that up."
She warned, hips still jacking into him. He groaned, letting go of the knuckle he held in his teeth, ignoring the trickle of blood that fell to the floor.
"Don't worry, I won't either." He breathed. "Just make your-self feel good, gorgeous."
With that permission, Hal didn't hold back.
Fucking her hips in hard and fast, she chased that pleasurable pressure, letting that applause fill the cramped space, noises becoming less muffled and more desperate. Small calls of "fuck" and "damn" and "oh my god, Barry!", she hammered her length in and out of the wonderful pussy like she was trying to prove a point. And Barry? Barry was loving every second of it. His fingers fast on his cock, buzzing the skin until it was blurry, sending droplets of slick in every direction. It felt so good, hot tingles of pleasure making his cunt tighten around the big cock inside him. He was sure they were being too loud at this point but didn't care, too turned on and too close to cumming to worry about the world around him. For all he knew, it was only Hal and him left at this bar.
With a few more strong thrusts into the pulsing heat, Hal was feeling that contraction deep in her stomach, that clench of all that desire and pleasure and good forming itself into a ball deep in her loins before it exploded through her. Her balls tightened, voice hitting a new octave, before she was fucking spurts of hot cum deep into Barry's cunt. Waves of that hazey pleasure rolled out of him, pretty calls to her lover falling from her lips and pulses of her arousal shot into him. She kept fucking in and out of him until those clenches of overstimulation took over, forcing her to stop while still deep inside.
But that was enough for Barry. That weight and warmth inside him, listening to the whimpers of Hal coming down, it was more than enough to get him there. Feeling her hands sooth down his spine, gentle encouragements leaving his lips.
"You close? Yeah? Gonna cum on my spent dick? C'mon Bear, cum for me baby."
It all was too much, that pressure in his head, feeling the mess surrounding his hole. He jerked himself harshly, groaning into his hand as his body clenched down, that pleasure reaching it's peak before it burst into a million sparkles in his loins, sending him careening to such a strong orgasm. He came with a groan, body tipping forward, caught by his lover who chuckled softly. He couldn't register that though, brain throbbing with light headed pleasure as he struggled to keep his hand on his cock, so sensitive and raw. It thrummed through him, climax taking over all his senses and he stroked himself to completion, panting in Hal's arms.
They stood like that for a moment, the two swaying to the soft beat playing outside the doors. No one had barrelled the door down asking what they were doing, so they assumed they were in the clear. Hal helped Barry stand, brushing his blond hair back one again.
"You alright?"
She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He nodded, already feeling himself come back to life. Looking up at her pretty eyes, smiled.
"More than."
He mumbled, pulling her into a kiss.
After a few moments of locking lips, Hal pulled back, glancing between their legs with an amused look.
"I uh, I think you've got a bit of a mess to deal with."
She muttered, the light catching the shine of their arousals mixed. Barry chuckled, his breath finally caught.
"Yeah...how about you head out and find us a booth while I clean up? So we don't leave at the same time and look suspicious."
He offered, for that reason, and so he could gather his thoughts. She took in his expression before nodding, slowly pulling out of him. Wiping herself down quickly, throwing the tissue in the toilet, she gave him one last look.
"Don't take too long, handsome."
She winked, heading out of the stall quickly so Barry could lock up.
Once alone, the blond took a moment to think, recounting the dizzying events of the evening. Everything had happened so fast, even for him. The dinner, their walk, Hal calling him her boyfriend, what they'd just done? It was so much, and so perfect. It brought up so many feelings though, so many he understood, and others he didn't. He needed to get to the bottom of everything, now longer content to live in the comfort of the status quo. Knowing he couldn't waste too much more time without raising suspicions, he cleaned himself up, cringing as the wetness of his underwear pressed against his cunt, before heading back out to the bar.
Quickly, he spotted her alone in a far off booth, having shoved both their coats on the seats opposite to her to block anyone from joining. She waved him down, showing off that they had gotten a beer for each of them. With a chuckled, the blond shuffled up to the booth, quickly slipping in next to them. Even though his healing factor meant he wasn't in any pain physically, he needed that post sex emotional comfort. Immediately, Hal's arm wrapped around him, pulling him close to her chest. Barry melted into the touch, into the warmth, feeling so comforted and safe. He looked up just to see her emerald eyes looking down to him, smiling so sweetly. God, he was the most beautiful person he's ever seen. There was no stopping him, his incessant need to kiss his lips again and again, and nothing stopping him. They stayed like that for a bit, music pumping as they kissed so sweetly in the sticky booth.
After a while, when they'd stopped locking lips and were people watching the crowd, Barry spoke up. There was something gnawing at him he hadn't addressed.
"Hey Hal?" She hummed looking over to him. "Uhm, you said something earlier that I just needed some clarification on."
He breathed, eyes locked on the table in front of him. Hal adjusted, moving so he could look at the blond better.
"What's up, sweets?"
God, more of the ooey, gooey feeling bloomed in Barry's chest.
"It's just that, when that guy was bothering you earlier...you called me your boyfriend..."
He said, looking up at her awkwardly. He could not mess this up, he couldn't scare he off after having amazing sex. That would be the mother of all failures on his part. Hal cocked her head, a soft smile on her face.
"Yeah? Cause you are?"
...huh?
Barry reared back, shocked.
"Since when?"
He frowned.
"What do you mean since when? We've been dating for months."
She chuckled, confused. Ok, now Barry was confused.
"I mean, yeah, but we never made it official?"
The blond argued. Hal went to respond, but then thought about it for a moment, cursing under her breath.
"Shit...we never did, huh?" She smiled softly. "And here I was going around saying I'm dating this great guy, Barry Allen."
He chuckled, looking at the blond so softly. And holy fucking shit, that sent fireworks off in Barry's stomach, it alight with all the emotion he'd felt this evening. With no appropriate response coming to mind, he gripped her shirt and pulled her forward, kissing Hal with everything he had, everything he'd been dying to give her. Of course, she reciprocated.
"How about we go and celebrate it being officially official in that hotel room you got?"
Barry gasped as they broke apart. Hal didn't have to be asked twice.