From Mars, With Love
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shankieThis doesn’t look anything like it did when I first wrote it; it lost a lot of the kink and plot along the way until this turned into something entirely about them and not so much other stuff just yet. I had to stop editing it so I could finally move on. XD
From Mars, With Love
J’onn/Wally, Toonverse. Fairly explicit sexual language.
The boys rediscover their own lives as they begin living them together.
Part Two: Singularity
They didn't see each other every day, but it didn’t feel like being apart; they were anything but.
Sometimes it was while they were working, and they'd gossip to themselves about everyone, sometimes exchanging glances, but only talking aloud in conversations with others, or work things. To the outside observer, they imagined it seemed like they weren't getting along.
But, as often as they could, they just soaked in each other's company.
Not a week after they first made love, J'onn was on the Watchtower overseeing and endless stream of chaos that didn't let up until well into the next day, and left him drained. During Wally's hour for lunch, they curled up in his apartment listening to Wally's head buzz about a ballistic analysis and if a bullet hole found in a painting was the first shot, or after the one in the floor. It could mean the difference between the third, killing shot, being accidental or in the midst of raging intention. He didn't especially like guns, but their effect always captured his attention. J'onn, living as a detective as he did, understood the disconnect from bodies as people; they wouldn't be able to do their jobs always lost in mourning their death; finding their killers was more useful, and would do far more for the dead than tears.
But J’onn was always better at keeping his feelings restrained, such a difference from the spectrum of wild reactions Wally had to everything; sometimes, he made Wally feel incredibly young. Comparatively, he was, of course.
There was a clearly defined difference between thoughts as Wally had always known thoughts to be, kept to oneself, and projected thoughts. Not just thoughts; perceptions, feelings, ideas. Wally wasn't built for it, so it was slow to be mastered, but he got plenty of practice. Not so much if they were busy; but in a spare moment, he would be there.
It made up for the fact that J'onn was so busy, and difficult to find much time with, coordinating the League, diplomatic affairs, a detective's caseload, and occasional rest. Usually, their time outside the Watchtower was only few stolen moments.
Frequently, Wally’s day would be interrupted by a frustrated J’onn unleashing some of his grievances with red tape and politicians with their motivations and stonewalling.
This man simply will not listen! How can any being be so dense?
He’s a senator. He needs to consult his astrologer before he makes a decision.
I can only wish that were true.
You never know.
After a few times of J’onn gliding into Wally's room on the Watchtower so they could nap together, Batman let on that he knew exactly what was going on. He buzzed Wally's com, and asked him to come down to one of the science labs. Wally was reluctant to cut short his time curled up in meditating Martian, but the Bat rarely took no for an answer. J'onn woke up a bit and gave him a knowing look before he left, but didn't let on.
The second Wally stepped into the lab, he paused against the door as it slid shut behind him, and shot Batman a glare.
"The room is telepathically shielded."
"Yeah, I noticed," Wally said irritably, which made the Bat squint narrowly at him.
"If you hurt him, I'll be very upset."
"No, see, when you care about someone, you're supposed to be nice to them, not threaten their friends."
Batman glowered from the workbench, then unexpectedly relaxed, looking almost apologetic. For him, anyway.
"He's been through too much already."
"I know, believe me." He shivered and rubbed his arms, even if it was as warm as ever in the climate-controlled artificial environment. "Did you really need the gadgets and the drama?" Whatever it was blocked out any trace of J'onn, and it was quickly becoming discomforting and a little painful.
He relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief when Bats flicked a switch on a console next to him, and he was back again, having been shaken out of his meditation.
"Fascinating."
"What is, Mr. Spock?"
Batman grunted, but liked his thoughts to stay where they were.
You've intrigued the scientist in him.
Wally grinned as he returned to find Jess in little Flash-print silk boxers with the waistband rolled down, a black sport bra, and little white socks.
"So it's like that, is it?" He got on the bed and began crawling up to her, pulling the cowl off and smirking mischievously, that he’d picked up on Wally’s occasionally wondering what it’d be like to have sex with Jessica in the control room. One of many random desires that tended to flicker through his mind. I think we'd have a small problem with all the security cameras up here.
I'll have to see what I can do about that for the future.
Wally licked her chest down between her breasts, nipping at one of them a little, then sat back and pointed with a grin.
You have an idea!
Perhaps.
You do! What is it?
J'onn revealed nothing, and Jess just grinned at him. She flipped him on his back easily, stripping off the top of the uniform, running her hands over his skin, already sparking with J'onn's magic. Wally reached out, but J'onn remained mysteriously distant.
I want you to be surprised.
Her arm turned green and her fingers became pliable, stretching out around the back of his neck and rustling the fine hairs, shifting slowly back to himself as Wally felt J'onn sliding under his skin round the base of his skull.
What are you doing?
You’ll see.
Wally's body suddenly shuddered down to his fingertips with a sharp jolt that turned into tingling warmth radiating through him from the inside out.
He writhed helplessly as J’onn played his nervous system like a violin, every cell singing in pleasure as he made high, breathy noises. Wally arched up as it reached a crescendo and he blacked out for a second, regaining his senses to find he’d lost all the feeling in his toes and J’onn wrapped around him, in that almost formless way he did sometimes, reaching out little tendrils so he could feel more of him, caressing gently along his muscles.
J’onn tangled their minds together, Wally’s racing madly through J’onn’s serenity, and he realized like remembering that music was just how he thought of it, silent strains that reverberated through him in the listening.
Everything you think is so poetic.
I haven’t been a poet in many centuries.
You’ll have to teach me Martian so I can understand them better.
He only could in those moments they’d shared the entirety of their beings, but Wally’s human mind couldn’t retain all the knowledge of him, and he could only remember that J’onn’s poetry was beautiful in a way that couldn’t translate into English properly, but J’onn did his best for a while, until Wally thought he’d rather just hear it in Martian, even if he couldn’t understand the words, they were sent with the images behind them, like paintings over the twisted shapes of the language.
Wally woke up the next morning fluent in Martian, and over the course of the day J’onn began thinking in it again, something he’d changed since they’d been together.
That afternoon, he startled Superman by snarling in it at the computers, the guttural sound of their profanity more expressive and cathartic that way; but he hadn’t realized he’d done it until he noticed Supes staring at him like he’d grown another head.
“What was that?”
“Stupid thing won’t do what I want.”
“I got that part.”
“Oh! Yeah, it was, uh, Martian.”
“Since when do you speak Martian? I thought all you knew was English and some bad Spanish.”
J’onn was laughing in the back of his mind.
“It’s a recent thing.”
“Oh.” Wally was ready to explain everything to him, but he’d taken just that as enough of an explanation and gone back to what he was doing.
It wasn’t a secret; they just didn’t mention it because nobody asked, J'onn being very private and Wally inept when it came to talking about this sort of thing. J’onn was picking up vibes that people who knew them well thought something was up, but were contenting themselves to gossip about it instead of asking, which people tended to do a lot up here. All-seeing Batmans aside.
It was Shayera that was next to say something.
Wally and J’onn had been in the cafeteria right after Wally got off monitor duty, and had been eating at a table to themselves, arguing about one of J’onn’s comments at a League press conference that afternoon. That they didn’t cater to any one government over another; Wally thought it was obvious to anyone looking that they most certainly did, being at the US President’s beck and call half the damned time. J’onn didn’t see what else he could have said differently.
You’re the diplomat, figure it out!
They ate without any more projecting thoughts on the matter, and it didn’t take long before Wally finally conceded the point, rolling his eyes and letting the diplomats do their diplomat-ing without some costume with more power than brains butting in.
That’s an absurd thing to believe.
Well, you’re absurd!
Wally stuck his tongue out at him and went to tackle his soup.
Shayera appeared at the other side of the table just then, looking at them with amicable accusation.
“What’s up?”
She looked at Wally sideways, then pulled up a chair and leaned over the table. “I have to know.”
“Huh?”
“I know you’re talking. What in the stars are you up to?”
Up to? Like, a coup or something?
Something like that, far as I can tell.
Did you know she was watching us like that?
She watches everyone more carefully than most would believe.
She frowned and her feathers ruffled a little. “You’re doing it again! J’onn, you never do this, so it has to be big.”
“Define big,” J’onn deadpanned.
“It’s not like you think,” Wally said, kicking him under the table. “There’s no conspiracy.”
“No conspiracy,” she echoed flatly.
“We’re just sleeping together,” J’onn said, and Wally cackled, slapping his forehead.
“I thought that was my line.”
Shayera looked horrified. “Right here, in the cafeteria?! ” she whispered urgently, and Wally broke down in howls of laughter, hugging his aching sides as J’onn clarified that they weren’t having some kind of Martian brain-sex in public.
Wally thought it was a fantastic idea, though. J’onn was intrigued with his little exhibitionist streak, and promised to do something with it later.
Reassured that there was nothing big going down in the League, or that little misunderstanding, she softened and looked as if she was considering that. “So… you talk to each other a lot like that?”
Occasionally, Wally got frustrated that he couldn’t just beam information into someone’s head when he needed to answer questions like that. Something he’d picked up from J’onn, who found it so much easier to do it, if not for the aversion non-telepaths had to that sort of thing. And now that he knew how it felt, he understood completely.
“It’s like, different than that,” Wally said, twisting his hands and circling them around to demonstrate complicated, interwoven, together, constantly shifting from barely a presence to shared experiences. He didn’t have quite the eloquence to string it into a coherent sentence. “All the time, kinda.”
J’onn had a flicker of concern, but Shayera was one of Wally’s closest friends; he wouldn’t lie to her.
That’s not what I meant.
I know, I’m just saying. Er, thinking.
“I’d go insane,” she said certainly. “Even someone like you J’onn, in each other’s heads all the time? We’d fight the entire time.”
“Do we fight all the time?” Wally asked, looking at J’onn.
“Every relationship has its difficulties. Not particularly often.”
“It helps that it’d be difficult to misunderstand each other.”
Shayera looked fascinated by it, looking raptly curious. “So you aren’t just sleeping together,” she said, as if it would be hardly noteworthy by itself that they were having sex.
“It’s more like, um…”
“A relationship.”
“You know, a relationship relationship.”
“Not only physical.”
“Mostly mental, even when, you know,” Wally said, poking his index fingers together.
Later on, when J’onn wasn’t around, Shayera pulled him aside and whispered, “so, what’s it like? The sex, I mean. I’ve always wondered that, but I never wanted to ask him.”
“Well, sometimes he’s a person, and we, you know, do that.”
“But not always?”
“Sometimes… we’ll be the same person, like, together, and he does this thing that’s just incredible,” Wally whispered knowingly, “it’s hard to explain, but now I totally understand why the Martians were so peaceful and happy. If they weren’t fucking constantly, they’d have to be deranged.”
From Mars, With Love
J’onn/Wally, Toonverse. Fairly explicit sexual language.
The boys rediscover their own lives as they begin living them together.
Part Two: Singularity
They didn't see each other every day, but it didn’t feel like being apart; they were anything but.
Sometimes it was while they were working, and they'd gossip to themselves about everyone, sometimes exchanging glances, but only talking aloud in conversations with others, or work things. To the outside observer, they imagined it seemed like they weren't getting along.
But, as often as they could, they just soaked in each other's company.
Not a week after they first made love, J'onn was on the Watchtower overseeing and endless stream of chaos that didn't let up until well into the next day, and left him drained. During Wally's hour for lunch, they curled up in his apartment listening to Wally's head buzz about a ballistic analysis and if a bullet hole found in a painting was the first shot, or after the one in the floor. It could mean the difference between the third, killing shot, being accidental or in the midst of raging intention. He didn't especially like guns, but their effect always captured his attention. J'onn, living as a detective as he did, understood the disconnect from bodies as people; they wouldn't be able to do their jobs always lost in mourning their death; finding their killers was more useful, and would do far more for the dead than tears.
But J’onn was always better at keeping his feelings restrained, such a difference from the spectrum of wild reactions Wally had to everything; sometimes, he made Wally feel incredibly young. Comparatively, he was, of course.
There was a clearly defined difference between thoughts as Wally had always known thoughts to be, kept to oneself, and projected thoughts. Not just thoughts; perceptions, feelings, ideas. Wally wasn't built for it, so it was slow to be mastered, but he got plenty of practice. Not so much if they were busy; but in a spare moment, he would be there.
It made up for the fact that J'onn was so busy, and difficult to find much time with, coordinating the League, diplomatic affairs, a detective's caseload, and occasional rest. Usually, their time outside the Watchtower was only few stolen moments.
Frequently, Wally’s day would be interrupted by a frustrated J’onn unleashing some of his grievances with red tape and politicians with their motivations and stonewalling.
This man simply will not listen! How can any being be so dense?
He’s a senator. He needs to consult his astrologer before he makes a decision.
I can only wish that were true.
You never know.
After a few times of J’onn gliding into Wally's room on the Watchtower so they could nap together, Batman let on that he knew exactly what was going on. He buzzed Wally's com, and asked him to come down to one of the science labs. Wally was reluctant to cut short his time curled up in meditating Martian, but the Bat rarely took no for an answer. J'onn woke up a bit and gave him a knowing look before he left, but didn't let on.
The second Wally stepped into the lab, he paused against the door as it slid shut behind him, and shot Batman a glare.
"The room is telepathically shielded."
"Yeah, I noticed," Wally said irritably, which made the Bat squint narrowly at him.
"If you hurt him, I'll be very upset."
"No, see, when you care about someone, you're supposed to be nice to them, not threaten their friends."
Batman glowered from the workbench, then unexpectedly relaxed, looking almost apologetic. For him, anyway.
"He's been through too much already."
"I know, believe me." He shivered and rubbed his arms, even if it was as warm as ever in the climate-controlled artificial environment. "Did you really need the gadgets and the drama?" Whatever it was blocked out any trace of J'onn, and it was quickly becoming discomforting and a little painful.
He relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief when Bats flicked a switch on a console next to him, and he was back again, having been shaken out of his meditation.
"Fascinating."
"What is, Mr. Spock?"
Batman grunted, but liked his thoughts to stay where they were.
You've intrigued the scientist in him.
Wally grinned as he returned to find Jess in little Flash-print silk boxers with the waistband rolled down, a black sport bra, and little white socks.
"So it's like that, is it?" He got on the bed and began crawling up to her, pulling the cowl off and smirking mischievously, that he’d picked up on Wally’s occasionally wondering what it’d be like to have sex with Jessica in the control room. One of many random desires that tended to flicker through his mind. I think we'd have a small problem with all the security cameras up here.
I'll have to see what I can do about that for the future.
Wally licked her chest down between her breasts, nipping at one of them a little, then sat back and pointed with a grin.
You have an idea!
Perhaps.
You do! What is it?
J'onn revealed nothing, and Jess just grinned at him. She flipped him on his back easily, stripping off the top of the uniform, running her hands over his skin, already sparking with J'onn's magic. Wally reached out, but J'onn remained mysteriously distant.
I want you to be surprised.
Her arm turned green and her fingers became pliable, stretching out around the back of his neck and rustling the fine hairs, shifting slowly back to himself as Wally felt J'onn sliding under his skin round the base of his skull.
What are you doing?
You’ll see.
Wally's body suddenly shuddered down to his fingertips with a sharp jolt that turned into tingling warmth radiating through him from the inside out.
He writhed helplessly as J’onn played his nervous system like a violin, every cell singing in pleasure as he made high, breathy noises. Wally arched up as it reached a crescendo and he blacked out for a second, regaining his senses to find he’d lost all the feeling in his toes and J’onn wrapped around him, in that almost formless way he did sometimes, reaching out little tendrils so he could feel more of him, caressing gently along his muscles.
J’onn tangled their minds together, Wally’s racing madly through J’onn’s serenity, and he realized like remembering that music was just how he thought of it, silent strains that reverberated through him in the listening.
Everything you think is so poetic.
I haven’t been a poet in many centuries.
You’ll have to teach me Martian so I can understand them better.
He only could in those moments they’d shared the entirety of their beings, but Wally’s human mind couldn’t retain all the knowledge of him, and he could only remember that J’onn’s poetry was beautiful in a way that couldn’t translate into English properly, but J’onn did his best for a while, until Wally thought he’d rather just hear it in Martian, even if he couldn’t understand the words, they were sent with the images behind them, like paintings over the twisted shapes of the language.
Wally woke up the next morning fluent in Martian, and over the course of the day J’onn began thinking in it again, something he’d changed since they’d been together.
That afternoon, he startled Superman by snarling in it at the computers, the guttural sound of their profanity more expressive and cathartic that way; but he hadn’t realized he’d done it until he noticed Supes staring at him like he’d grown another head.
“What was that?”
“Stupid thing won’t do what I want.”
“I got that part.”
“Oh! Yeah, it was, uh, Martian.”
“Since when do you speak Martian? I thought all you knew was English and some bad Spanish.”
J’onn was laughing in the back of his mind.
“It’s a recent thing.”
“Oh.” Wally was ready to explain everything to him, but he’d taken just that as enough of an explanation and gone back to what he was doing.
It wasn’t a secret; they just didn’t mention it because nobody asked, J'onn being very private and Wally inept when it came to talking about this sort of thing. J’onn was picking up vibes that people who knew them well thought something was up, but were contenting themselves to gossip about it instead of asking, which people tended to do a lot up here. All-seeing Batmans aside.
It was Shayera that was next to say something.
Wally and J’onn had been in the cafeteria right after Wally got off monitor duty, and had been eating at a table to themselves, arguing about one of J’onn’s comments at a League press conference that afternoon. That they didn’t cater to any one government over another; Wally thought it was obvious to anyone looking that they most certainly did, being at the US President’s beck and call half the damned time. J’onn didn’t see what else he could have said differently.
You’re the diplomat, figure it out!
They ate without any more projecting thoughts on the matter, and it didn’t take long before Wally finally conceded the point, rolling his eyes and letting the diplomats do their diplomat-ing without some costume with more power than brains butting in.
That’s an absurd thing to believe.
Well, you’re absurd!
Wally stuck his tongue out at him and went to tackle his soup.
Shayera appeared at the other side of the table just then, looking at them with amicable accusation.
“What’s up?”
She looked at Wally sideways, then pulled up a chair and leaned over the table. “I have to know.”
“Huh?”
“I know you’re talking. What in the stars are you up to?”
Up to? Like, a coup or something?
Something like that, far as I can tell.
Did you know she was watching us like that?
She watches everyone more carefully than most would believe.
She frowned and her feathers ruffled a little. “You’re doing it again! J’onn, you never do this, so it has to be big.”
“Define big,” J’onn deadpanned.
“It’s not like you think,” Wally said, kicking him under the table. “There’s no conspiracy.”
“No conspiracy,” she echoed flatly.
“We’re just sleeping together,” J’onn said, and Wally cackled, slapping his forehead.
“I thought that was my line.”
Shayera looked horrified. “Right here, in the cafeteria?! ” she whispered urgently, and Wally broke down in howls of laughter, hugging his aching sides as J’onn clarified that they weren’t having some kind of Martian brain-sex in public.
Wally thought it was a fantastic idea, though. J’onn was intrigued with his little exhibitionist streak, and promised to do something with it later.
Reassured that there was nothing big going down in the League, or that little misunderstanding, she softened and looked as if she was considering that. “So… you talk to each other a lot like that?”
Occasionally, Wally got frustrated that he couldn’t just beam information into someone’s head when he needed to answer questions like that. Something he’d picked up from J’onn, who found it so much easier to do it, if not for the aversion non-telepaths had to that sort of thing. And now that he knew how it felt, he understood completely.
“It’s like, different than that,” Wally said, twisting his hands and circling them around to demonstrate complicated, interwoven, together, constantly shifting from barely a presence to shared experiences. He didn’t have quite the eloquence to string it into a coherent sentence. “All the time, kinda.”
J’onn had a flicker of concern, but Shayera was one of Wally’s closest friends; he wouldn’t lie to her.
That’s not what I meant.
I know, I’m just saying. Er, thinking.
“I’d go insane,” she said certainly. “Even someone like you J’onn, in each other’s heads all the time? We’d fight the entire time.”
“Do we fight all the time?” Wally asked, looking at J’onn.
“Every relationship has its difficulties. Not particularly often.”
“It helps that it’d be difficult to misunderstand each other.”
Shayera looked fascinated by it, looking raptly curious. “So you aren’t just sleeping together,” she said, as if it would be hardly noteworthy by itself that they were having sex.
“It’s more like, um…”
“A relationship.”
“You know, a relationship relationship.”
“Not only physical.”
“Mostly mental, even when, you know,” Wally said, poking his index fingers together.
Later on, when J’onn wasn’t around, Shayera pulled him aside and whispered, “so, what’s it like? The sex, I mean. I’ve always wondered that, but I never wanted to ask him.”
“Well, sometimes he’s a person, and we, you know, do that.”
“But not always?”
“Sometimes… we’ll be the same person, like, together, and he does this thing that’s just incredible,” Wally whispered knowingly, “it’s hard to explain, but now I totally understand why the Martians were so peaceful and happy. If they weren’t fucking constantly, they’d have to be deranged.”
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on 2006-11-15 06:37 pm (UTC)This has left me so happy and giggly. I think I'm better prepared to handle a shitty day now -.0
This was really cute. I like how you're incorporating the other characters like this. The cursing in Martian at the computer made me giggle. Protective-brother!Batman made me giggle. Shayera made me giggle. Very good job. I can't wait for more.
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on 2006-11-15 07:31 pm (UTC)I haven't played with Shayera all that much, so I couldn't resist. Thanks. :)
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on 2006-11-15 07:56 pm (UTC)Uh-oh. Constant telepathic rapport has its downside...perhaps someone could find a way to exploit that.
Shayera looked horrified. “Right here, in the cafeteria?! ” she whispered urgently, and Wally broke down in howls of laughter, hugging his aching sides as J’onn clarified that they weren’t having some kind of Martian brain-sex in public.
I am reminded of so many fics where either Wally or J'onn uses his powers for some kind of surreptitious public sex.
If they weren’t fucking constantly, they’d have to be deranged.
Seconded!
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on 2006-11-15 08:16 pm (UTC)Heh. Yeah. XD
I am reminded of so many fics where either Wally or J'onn uses his powers for some kind of surreptitious public sex.
Because it's just such a awesome idea, no lie. :D
Oh man.
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on 2006-11-16 12:13 am (UTC)Shayera looked horrified. “Right here, in the cafeteria?! ”
Bwahaha! Oh, Shayera. She's great! That was truly awesome, and Flash cursing in martian! of course Clark doesn't pry, he's very cool like that. I didn't know this was a series, but I'm glad! it's many kinds of awesome :)
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on 2006-11-16 03:51 am (UTC)Yes, it's a series. Not very long, though. I don't think. But yeah.
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on 2006-11-16 12:35 am (UTC)The would be indeed.
Speaking of, I was told that I should tell you that your Barda/Scott/Bruce bug got passed onto me. It was only supposed to be a two-some but Barda is a pushy minx...and I needed to add more fish to the sausage party the fic was turning into.
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on 2006-11-16 04:35 am (UTC)::steps away from vic::
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on 2007-02-13 05:52 am (UTC)J’onn tangled their minds together, Wally’s racing madly through J’onn’s serenity,
Lovely line. Fascinating discussion of the relationship and its possibilities!
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on 2007-02-13 09:06 pm (UTC)I love all the profound differences between these guys, they make it so fun. :D