StopLight

submission dated 8-6-10
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings:

Pairings: Barry Allen (Flash II) / Hal Jordan (GL)

SECRETS

Hal pulled up in Barry's driveway. He dimmed the lights. "All quiet." he peered throught the windshield.

Barry gave a small sigh. "I'll catch up with you later."

"Maybe I should walk you up."

"No." Barry shook his head sharply. "The kids are staying with us over the weekend. Wally and Linda needed a break."

Hazel eyes flared with intensity. "No good night kiss?"

Barry shifted slightly. "See that house to the left? Mrs. Anderson lives there. She sits by the window 24/7. Retired."

"Are you serious?"

"Kiss me and you'll find out. By tomorrow afternoon the whole neighborhood would know."

Hal gripped a warmer than normal hand. "There's no harm in me walking you up, Barry."

"Little ears, Hal."

"Irey and Jai are sleeping-"

Barry chuckled. "Speedsters never sleep all night, Hal. Forget so soon?" clear blue eyes teased.

Hal spread a small smile. "Best sleep I never got."

Barry squeezed his hand back. "Tonight's been good, Hal. I mean that."

"It could be even better, baby." Hal murmured, leaning into a kiss. Barry found himself moving forward, heart fluttering. Soft lips touched.

The garage motion light flared across the car suddenly, startling both men from their haze.

"That light-" Hal squinted.

Barry gathered himself quickly. "We have to call it a night, Hal."

"Okay." Hal breathed, still intense. "But know this." He grabbed Barry's hand and placed it over his pulsing erection.

"Hal-" Barry hissed, straining for control.

"Just so you understand what you still do to me."

Subconsciously, the hand vibrated a little with touch. Barry traced delicate lines down Hal's legs, feeling warmth through fabric.

"This ends now." His voice was oddly husky. "Goodnight, Hal. Don't forget Ollie's cookout next week." he turned quickly and slipped out the door.

Hal nodded silently, willing his body to calm. After Barry went inside he sped off, thoughts racing.

()

Barry darted through the house. In three seconds he'd undressed, taken his clothes to the washroom, showered, and put on his pajamas. As he walked quietly to the bedroom, he heard small feet.

"Uncle Barry?"

Barry turned. Little Irey rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned. "You hang out with Uncle Hal?"

Barry kneeled and hugged her. "I sure did. And aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"I was, but something woke me up."

"It might have been the car pulling up."

Irey stared openly , bright green eyes shining. "Maybe. Something just felt funny."

Barry led her down the hall. "Funny?"

"Funny, like..." Irey dropped her eyes a bit. "Uncle Barry, you're really bumpy."

"How am I 'bumpy'?"

The girl giggled. "You, right there." Irey pointed at his groin.

Good Lord! Barry looked down in shock. An erection pressed against the soft cotton of his sleep pants.

"Is that what happens to grown up people?" Irey asked.

"Yes." Barry flushed, adjusting his pants. "But not all the time."

"Oh, I get it. When mommies and daddies hug and kiss and stuff."

Barry smiled at her explanation. "Yes. Now are you ready for bed?"

Another yawn. "I guess so. Can I have a glass of juice?"

Barry led her downstairs. "Okay, short pants. One glass, then I tuck you in."

()

Hal lathered himself furiously under a cold shower. He wasn't convinced it was entirely effective.

If it weren't for that damned light...you and me, Barry. I'd have rocked your world!

Arms folded in consternation, Hal stared at nothing. Have to be careful, though. This could all backfire if I push too hard.

A broad smile broke out at a vision of a certain speedster being pushed into. Hard. Moaning and twisting, golden skin and rippling muscle...

He clapped a hand over his eyes in frustration. "Stop, stop. This is making it worse!"

Feeling swollen, Hal stared down at a full blown hard on. He swore under his breath.

"Love sucks."

()

After settling Irey, Barry slipped into his own bed. Iris opened one eye slyly.

"So, my wayward husband returns."

Barry kissed her cheek. "Did I wake you?"

Iris rolled over and extended her arms. "Not really. The last time I peeped at the clock it was nearly three. I've been catnapping since."

Barry rolled into her embrace. "You know how a night on the town with Hal goes."

Sleepy smile. "Hm." her nose caught warm musk and soap. "Take a shower?"

"Yeah." he nuzzled her neck. Iris felt a small vibration and a prominent bulge against her thigh.

She stifled a giggle. "No wonder. Are we in one of those moods again?"

Barry kissed her jaw line. "I don't really feel like talking, Iris." Deft fingers slid up her hip.

She pecked his nose. "Barry."

He wasn't listening. Before Iris could get another word out, she found herself stripped naked under the sheets.

"Barry!"

"I want you, Iris. Right now." Bright blue eyes glazed with lust as he rolled over her.

"I was sleeping!" she tried massaging his shoulders and back. It was a technique Linda suggested to her that worked with Wally. They had many 'girl talk' sessions about calming overheated speedsters.

Her brain barely registered her crazed husband's motions over her. She was already lubricated before another thought could escape her mind.

"Barry?" she whispered under frenzied kisses.

"Don'tworryI'llbequickthenyoucansleep."

"Ah...oh-" she moaned as vibrating touches brought her to a crashing orgasm. Barry had already pulsed inside her twice and was rock hard again.

Barry rolled her on top. "Move, babe. Now!!"

Iris rode him like a bucking bronco. Three quick thrusts and he was done, arching and crying out. Handsome features went slack with bliss as he sank back into the mattress.

Iris slid down slowly. "Are you alright?" she stroked his face.

Barry gave a sleepy grin. "Am now. Thanks." he pulled her into his arms. Iris glanced over at the table clock, hair tangled in her eyes.

Three times in one minute. That has to be a record.

She flinched slightly. Her body was caught between fabulous and sore.

As if reading her thoughts, Barry whispered in her ear. "Sorry, babe. You sore?" Soothing circles ran over her lower back.

"Better." Iris stretched out, thinking. "Barry...about that discussion we had regarding Star Labs..."

"I'm not into drugs, Iris-"

"We keep...cycling this discussion, Barry. Something has to be done about your libido!"

Barry sighed. "You know my metabolism reacts badly to medications. Can't I want my sexy wife?"

Iris suppressed a smile. "I'm totally flattered, sweets. But your sexy wife will be broken in pieces if you can't calm down."

"I hurt you." blue eyes clouded with worry. Barry squeezed curved shoulders.

"Not in a bad way. It's just...I do need recovery time, you know."

"I'll make you a bubble bath. How's that sound?"

She kissed him softly. "After I get some rest. Will you please consider speaking with Dr. Robeson?"

"If it would make you happy. Frankly, I don't see the need for it. Aren't you satisfied?"

Iris smoothed her hair and heaved. "Barry, you could make stone sing. But I'm not invulnerable, you know."

"Hmm." Shaded eyes lowered on her. He squeezed a breast gently. "Iris-"

"You aren't even listening to me!" something poked her hip. Hazel eyes glanced down suddenly.

"Not again!!"

"Round four." Barry growled, grabbing her.

()

A frazzled Iris went to visit the West household. She and Linda sat out on the patio drinking fresh lemonade.

"So that's the story, Lin." Iris sighed. "That man's going to kill me with love."

The pretty brunette giggled. "I know the feeling. After our honeymoon I told Wally to use his hand or I'd get a divorce!"

Iris laughed. "Obviously, you didn't."

Linda waved suggestively. "Nah. Once you do speedster, you never go back."

Both women cracked up. Iris settled down first, wiping her eyes.

"But seriously, these out of nowhere fits worry me."

"Has it happened often? Wally would get that whenever his powers went wonky."

Iris thought that over. "It's always been...dicey. Sometimes I wouldn't want to, but then..."

"Your body responds anyway. Believe me, I know. I spent a month soaking in the tub once."

"I brought up the topic of Dr. Robeson. I'm not certain Barry will consider medication."

"Medication and speedsters don't mix too well. Wally took some cold syrup once and ran circles around the house for three hours."

Iris stared. "He never told me about that!"

"He was pretty embarrassed. The neighbors thought he was nuts."

Iris sipped her lemonade. "I could see why. Outside of medication, I don't know what would help."

"An old fashioned concept called distance. Whenever Wally would get too hot I'd go to a movie or meeting."

"That's what got me here this morning."

Linda snickered. "You sneaked out of your own home?"

Iris smirked. "After the fifth time, I locked the bedroom door from the outside. Grabbed a sandwich and headed here."

More laughter. "Five times? No wonder you're so ragged out. You left him there?!"

"I should have tied him down. No wait, he would have loved that-"

"Well, I've locked Wally out, but never in!"

"I tried that once, locking myself in the bathroom. Felt pretty silly, too."

Linda shook her head. "Want a spike? I just loooove this girl talk."

Iris raised her glass, grinning. "Vodka!"


()

Wally stopped over to pick up Irey and Jai. They protested loudly at having to leave.

"That's enough, both of you. Make sure you haven't left anything!"

"Aw dad, do we really have to go?" Jai complained.

"School is tomorrow, bud. And you've got homework to do!"

"But can't we leave later?" Irey whined.

"No. Now go with your brother and double check your things. Hurry it up."

Grumbling, the kids stomped upstairs.

Barry grinned, holding a pan. "It's the pancakes. Keeps 'em here every time."

Wally smiled. "Yeah, I remember." he sat at the table. Barry joined him.

"You want any?"

"Nah, I'm good. Ate before I came here." he watched his uncle closely.

"Everything okay here?"

"Sure, why wouldn't it be? I was planning to do some long neglected chores later on. Yard work."

Wally glanced around, hesitant to ask. "Look, Aunt Iris showed up early this morning at the house. She seemed a little out of it, and I thought-"

Barry held out a hand. "Wally, just ask me."

"You two have a fight?"

Barry stifled a laugh. "Hell no!"

"Oh?" Wally stared long before comprehending. "Oh!"

"Now you get it." a wink.

The redhead smirked. "Wear her out, unc?"

Barry ran a hand through his hair."I got a little too hot."

Wally whistled softly. "Yeah, sometimes you can't hold back. I thought Linda was going to shoot me a couple of times."

"Flash family curse, Wally. Maybe faster isn't always better."

"But it sure is fun."

"Yeah." Barry agreed smugly. "Except when wives lock you in rooms. I'll have to apologize later."

Wally did laugh out loud then. "She locked you in? Wow...and I thought it was just me."

Barry flashed a devilish smile. "Nephew, I'm hardly the vanilla guy people say."

"I know that, believe me!"

"Iris locked herself in the bathroom a couple months ago. So I went outside and climbed in the window out back."

Wally started laughing again. "If the JLA only knew!"

"She was pretty shocked when I dropped down the bathroom skylight. Let's just say there were no more doors after that."

"You always were a bad influence on me."

"I tried my best. Or worst, as the case may be." Barry teased. "But you haven't heard the funniest part. Remember Mrs. Anderson next door?"

"The nosy old lady? Yeah, she's annoying."

"She called the cops and told them a burglar climbed in our window. I nearly got arrested for breaking into my own house!"

Wally cracked up again. "That's what I call a bad neighbor policy. You heard about Ollie's barbeque this weekend, right?"

"Of course. I think pretty much everyone will be there." a vibration.

Sharp emerald eyes watched Barry. "Hal."

"Stop." Barry stood suddenly. "You sure you don't want any pancakes?"

"Hey." Wally gripped his wrist. "It's me, Uncle Barry. Believe me, I know. I understand."

"I'm...Barry sighed, looked down. "You know I'd never hurt her."

Wally brushed a thumb along his uncle's forearm. "You never hurt me. I know what it's like to need...more. And I never forgot."

"Am I so obvious, Wally?"

"I know you try to conceal it, okay? But your vibration pattern changes around him. Even Jay asked me about it once, and I had to fend off some awkward questions."

Barry covered his eyes. "Maybe it's obsession, or lust. I don't know."

"Lies. You're in love with him, I can feel it. So can any other speedster that can focus. You broadcast a frequency we all can feel."

"Irey." Barry's tone went cold with realization.

"What about her?"

"Last night, she said something felt 'funny' around me."

"She's too young to understand but picked up your vibe anyway. You went out with Hal, right? Is that why you went home all hot?"

"How'd you know about that?"

"Iris mentioned it shortly before I left the house this morning."

Barry turned to the fridge and got a beer. "You want one?"

Wally held out his hand. "Sure. But answer my question. Did something happen?"

Barry sat down and gulped his beer. I'm not sure how to answer that."

"Oh oh."

"You know how close we'd gotten when Iris was gone. When she returned, Hal faded into the background. We were still friends, you know? But he never really accepted that-"

"He never got over it, either. And now you have a problem."

"A big one, Wally. He's...as out of control as I am."

"Take a lesson from the past." Wally's voice was soft as he gripped Barry's forearm.

Blue eyes were stricken with memory. "Wally! Why would you mention that-"

The redhead glanced away briefly. "I still think about it, sometimes. Even if it...had to stop."

"Hey, dad!!"

Both men turned. Irey and Jai burst into the kitchen, bags in tow.

"We got all our stuff." Jai mumbled.

Wally collected this thoughts first. "Good." he and Barry stood and hugged.

"If you want to talk more, let me know."

"I will." Barry kneeled. "Hug, kids."

They squeezed in. "We wanna come back next week." Jai complained again.

"Yeah!!" Irey chirped.

"We'll discuss that with your mother." Wally replied. Giving his uncle a thumbs up, Wally and the kids were gone in a blur.

Barry sat quietly at the kitchen table before deciding on a course of action. Picking up the phone, he called a local florist.

"A dozen long stemmed white roses, please."


THE END

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