From Mars, With Love
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shankieI got a ton of work done… then had writer’s block. Doh. So I’ve got half-finished things I said I was going to do, and I swear, they’re next.
This was what finally broke it, just a quickly written bit to play with them.
Only one line of actual dialogue. heh.
From Mars, With Love
J’onn/Wally, Toonverse. R for sexual language.
The boys spend the day together, then eat ice cream.
Part Three: Saturday
You’re quite certain you don’t need any assistance?
J’onn, light of my life, please. If I can save the world, I think I can handle repainting my apartment. As if you could just leave in the middle of monitoring two different missions to help your boyfriend redecorate.
Wally grinned to himself and rubbed at a smudge of paint on his cheek. He’d signed the lease on the new place a week ago, and still hadn’t let J’onn see it. He wanted it to be a surprise; twice as big, with plenty of space for him to have his treadmill somewhere other than the living room, and a proper kitchen. Things that had never bothered him before, but J’onn had this infectious streak of domesticity that, usually, he didn’t express. Wally wasn’t particularly domestic, and was hardly even domesticated, but the satisfaction of the paisley wallpaper vanishing for a pale orange in the living room was nice.
Is it wise to paint a room orange?
Oh, what would you know about interior design? You used to live in a fancy igloo.
It was a very tastefully appointed igloo, and the design was far superior to crude human dwellings.
And boo-ooring. Wally ran the roller through the paint and began running it along the wall with the tacky noise it made, half-listening to a weather report on the radio.
I’ll bear it in mind the next time I fall through a shoddy floor.
It’s not the landlord's fault you’ve been eating too many Oreos.
I believe it was you who finished off four boxes last night.
He caught a flash of J’onn hurriedly warning Shayera of more opponents attempting to flank her, and began painting faster as he absorbed his state of mind, until a minute passed and he was finished, and wiped his forehead as he looked at his work appraisingly. It was only then Wally realized he hadn’t been doing any of it at super-speed until then. Huh.
The plastic drop cloths were left on the floor, but Wally tidied up everything else, and ran back to his old place, that he’d still not packed up. Not until he was finished, which was both a reason and an excuse not to do it yet.
He put on a pot of coffee and went for a run through the city, to nothing more eventful than waves and shouted greetings at him as he passed until he came across a woman in a business suit and her broken-down Mazda stuck on the bridge. He helped her fix the problem, and advised her to stick to American cars in the future, much to J’onn’s amusement.
You’re not busy anymore. Wally smiled to himself. Come down to Earth for a while. The weather’s fine.
And the company.
J’onn didn’t use the transporter; he flew, whenever possible, when there weren’t pressing reasons for immediate transportation, or traveling with others. He loved the beauty of space, it’s vastness and deafening silence that had, for a very long time, echoed his own soul. Distant stars lost to the brightness of Earth when approached from space, looking like a perfect creation of a cosmic artist, white clouds swirling over mottled blue and shining.
Wally loved at him and skimmed along the top of the river, reaching down to run his hands along the waves stopped in their path by his speed, like glass sculptures. The sun was bright and warm, and the city sparkled behind the trees and parks on the riverbank on one side, docks on the other, circled by sailboats catching the wind. A fisherman began to wave from his small aluminum boat with his free hand, and Wally slowed down just enough to return it and wish him luck. He loved Central City, because it was beautiful and alive with familiar faces.
He arrived just after Wally did, and was immediately tackled; Wally hung down his back, with his arms wrapped around his neck and giggled in his ear.
You’re in a good mood.
High off life. There's coffee.
Wally kissed his cheek and grinned as J’onn’s body shifted and now, instead of dangling, he was holding onto his true form on his feet.
How long until I get to see your creation?
Soon. And when you put it like that, I feel like Dr. Frankenstein.
J’onn chuckled and shifted so he was now facing him, and gave Wally a proper kiss. His mouth was different than Wally’s, but it could still push his lips open with his own, the touch of their tongues making his groin tingle and twitch, warm and moist and probing.
He held Wally strong and gentle, and levitated up a bit, then laid himself out in the air so Wally was lying on top of him. Wally laughed and curled his legs underneath him, and leaned on arms crossed over his chest, and J’onn ran his hands along his body still clad in the thin uniform.
Then he looked serious and kept his thoughts to himself as he reached a hand around behind Wally’s ear, and he could feel the tingling of J’onn’s molecules reaching into his, igniting his cells pleasantly as they passed, and all the hair on his head stood on end.
You’re thinking about Batman. You’re worried about him. Wally leaned up a little more, and tilted his head to one side curiously. Why?
He’s more dark than usual. Projecting such… cold. I believe something has happened, but I’ve had no opportunity to speak with him privately. J’onn’s fire-shaded eyes were full of unmasked concern.
Wally kissed the place where he didn’t have a nose.
You worry too much. He’ll be okay, but I think everyone needs someone to talk to. You’re such a sweetie.
J’onn smiled and kissed him again, and it grew quickly passionate again; Wally pressed his groin against J’onn, and they began to melt together. He sighed as sparking warmth spread all over his skin, and his muscles began all twitching as his nerves were flooded with raw pleasure.
Slowly, at first, and spreading everywhere, around his ears to the tips of his toes. Wally was inside and outside, feeling himself through J’onn’s acute senses, exploring his responses, buzzing with the cerebral way he felt pleasure, in his mind and spreading to his physical form with it’s growing intensity.
They were a sun going supernova, until J’onn’s touch ebbed away to strokes, surrounding Wally as their minds curled together.
John had just finished a particularly trying case, a female murder victim found in an alley next to a bar; high traffic, no witnesses, hardly a shred of evidence. But the guilty party had returned to the bar, once he thought the heat was off.
After that, it was only a matter of convincing him to confess.
Jess’s article had finally been published, and they were anticipating buying a copy in the morning.
They realized they were craving ice cream, cookie dough with chocolate fudge.
They pulled apart, and Wally went to go get a gallon tub, returning with it triumphantly, and all kinds of caramel and chocolate sauces and sprinkles for it. They sat at his counter, J’onn shifting into Jess’s body with an Avalanches jersey on over a pair of jeans, and Wally changed into jeans and a t-shirt, switching a classic rock station on the radio as he passed through the living room.
Jess hummed along to the radio as they dug in, and Wally moaned at the first bite, smothered in both chocolate and caramel, like making love to his taste buds.
They ate until there was nothing left, and Jess licked caramel off her spoon as Wally rubbed his stomach contently.
“This is nice,” he said.
She licked a spot off his cheek and grinned.
This was what finally broke it, just a quickly written bit to play with them.
Only one line of actual dialogue. heh.
From Mars, With Love
J’onn/Wally, Toonverse. R for sexual language.
The boys spend the day together, then eat ice cream.
Part Three: Saturday
You’re quite certain you don’t need any assistance?
J’onn, light of my life, please. If I can save the world, I think I can handle repainting my apartment. As if you could just leave in the middle of monitoring two different missions to help your boyfriend redecorate.
Wally grinned to himself and rubbed at a smudge of paint on his cheek. He’d signed the lease on the new place a week ago, and still hadn’t let J’onn see it. He wanted it to be a surprise; twice as big, with plenty of space for him to have his treadmill somewhere other than the living room, and a proper kitchen. Things that had never bothered him before, but J’onn had this infectious streak of domesticity that, usually, he didn’t express. Wally wasn’t particularly domestic, and was hardly even domesticated, but the satisfaction of the paisley wallpaper vanishing for a pale orange in the living room was nice.
Is it wise to paint a room orange?
Oh, what would you know about interior design? You used to live in a fancy igloo.
It was a very tastefully appointed igloo, and the design was far superior to crude human dwellings.
And boo-ooring. Wally ran the roller through the paint and began running it along the wall with the tacky noise it made, half-listening to a weather report on the radio.
I’ll bear it in mind the next time I fall through a shoddy floor.
It’s not the landlord's fault you’ve been eating too many Oreos.
I believe it was you who finished off four boxes last night.
He caught a flash of J’onn hurriedly warning Shayera of more opponents attempting to flank her, and began painting faster as he absorbed his state of mind, until a minute passed and he was finished, and wiped his forehead as he looked at his work appraisingly. It was only then Wally realized he hadn’t been doing any of it at super-speed until then. Huh.
The plastic drop cloths were left on the floor, but Wally tidied up everything else, and ran back to his old place, that he’d still not packed up. Not until he was finished, which was both a reason and an excuse not to do it yet.
He put on a pot of coffee and went for a run through the city, to nothing more eventful than waves and shouted greetings at him as he passed until he came across a woman in a business suit and her broken-down Mazda stuck on the bridge. He helped her fix the problem, and advised her to stick to American cars in the future, much to J’onn’s amusement.
You’re not busy anymore. Wally smiled to himself. Come down to Earth for a while. The weather’s fine.
And the company.
J’onn didn’t use the transporter; he flew, whenever possible, when there weren’t pressing reasons for immediate transportation, or traveling with others. He loved the beauty of space, it’s vastness and deafening silence that had, for a very long time, echoed his own soul. Distant stars lost to the brightness of Earth when approached from space, looking like a perfect creation of a cosmic artist, white clouds swirling over mottled blue and shining.
Wally loved at him and skimmed along the top of the river, reaching down to run his hands along the waves stopped in their path by his speed, like glass sculptures. The sun was bright and warm, and the city sparkled behind the trees and parks on the riverbank on one side, docks on the other, circled by sailboats catching the wind. A fisherman began to wave from his small aluminum boat with his free hand, and Wally slowed down just enough to return it and wish him luck. He loved Central City, because it was beautiful and alive with familiar faces.
He arrived just after Wally did, and was immediately tackled; Wally hung down his back, with his arms wrapped around his neck and giggled in his ear.
You’re in a good mood.
High off life. There's coffee.
Wally kissed his cheek and grinned as J’onn’s body shifted and now, instead of dangling, he was holding onto his true form on his feet.
How long until I get to see your creation?
Soon. And when you put it like that, I feel like Dr. Frankenstein.
J’onn chuckled and shifted so he was now facing him, and gave Wally a proper kiss. His mouth was different than Wally’s, but it could still push his lips open with his own, the touch of their tongues making his groin tingle and twitch, warm and moist and probing.
He held Wally strong and gentle, and levitated up a bit, then laid himself out in the air so Wally was lying on top of him. Wally laughed and curled his legs underneath him, and leaned on arms crossed over his chest, and J’onn ran his hands along his body still clad in the thin uniform.
Then he looked serious and kept his thoughts to himself as he reached a hand around behind Wally’s ear, and he could feel the tingling of J’onn’s molecules reaching into his, igniting his cells pleasantly as they passed, and all the hair on his head stood on end.
You’re thinking about Batman. You’re worried about him. Wally leaned up a little more, and tilted his head to one side curiously. Why?
He’s more dark than usual. Projecting such… cold. I believe something has happened, but I’ve had no opportunity to speak with him privately. J’onn’s fire-shaded eyes were full of unmasked concern.
Wally kissed the place where he didn’t have a nose.
You worry too much. He’ll be okay, but I think everyone needs someone to talk to. You’re such a sweetie.
J’onn smiled and kissed him again, and it grew quickly passionate again; Wally pressed his groin against J’onn, and they began to melt together. He sighed as sparking warmth spread all over his skin, and his muscles began all twitching as his nerves were flooded with raw pleasure.
Slowly, at first, and spreading everywhere, around his ears to the tips of his toes. Wally was inside and outside, feeling himself through J’onn’s acute senses, exploring his responses, buzzing with the cerebral way he felt pleasure, in his mind and spreading to his physical form with it’s growing intensity.
They were a sun going supernova, until J’onn’s touch ebbed away to strokes, surrounding Wally as their minds curled together.
John had just finished a particularly trying case, a female murder victim found in an alley next to a bar; high traffic, no witnesses, hardly a shred of evidence. But the guilty party had returned to the bar, once he thought the heat was off.
After that, it was only a matter of convincing him to confess.
Jess’s article had finally been published, and they were anticipating buying a copy in the morning.
They realized they were craving ice cream, cookie dough with chocolate fudge.
They pulled apart, and Wally went to go get a gallon tub, returning with it triumphantly, and all kinds of caramel and chocolate sauces and sprinkles for it. They sat at his counter, J’onn shifting into Jess’s body with an Avalanches jersey on over a pair of jeans, and Wally changed into jeans and a t-shirt, switching a classic rock station on the radio as he passed through the living room.
Jess hummed along to the radio as they dug in, and Wally moaned at the first bite, smothered in both chocolate and caramel, like making love to his taste buds.
They ate until there was nothing left, and Jess licked caramel off her spoon as Wally rubbed his stomach contently.
“This is nice,” he said.
She licked a spot off his cheek and grinned.
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on 2007-01-03 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-01-04 12:07 am (UTC)I like this line a lot. It does a great job of giving a sense of J'onn. Caring. Concerned, but always a little ... flat ... from our human point of view.
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on 2007-01-04 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-01-04 08:25 pm (UTC)And are you going to get this cookie dough ice cream I'm now craving
and prentend you're me and eat salads for the rest of the week so the pounds go to you thinking you're me?And Batman. Oh, Batman. I want to know what's wrong with Batman! Is he jealous of J'onn? Will there be a threesome? *drool*
I guess I had more to say than I thought. Erm. Good job.
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on 2007-01-05 07:03 am (UTC)I would go get ice cream, but I'm allergic to milk, so I can have it in small quantities, now and then. ::pouts:: Or I would.
Now I can't get the idea of the two sexual healing the Bat. Mmm. That sounds fun. Maybe it'll happen. ;)
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on 2007-01-05 06:14 pm (UTC)Muahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! You know I'd read it. >:D
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on 2007-01-05 07:04 am (UTC)Damn you. XP
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on 2007-01-09 03:01 am (UTC)I love how J'onn sharing includes all his lives. I know he would, but reading all his persona's activities gives him a sense of.. I don't know. A different depth. It's really great, and I agree with Dan, the way he sounds concerned but flat.. it's really wonderful, the way you portray him. Very J'onn.
Wally, as always, is gorgeous, my scartlet guru :)
And I want to know what's up with B! because I am obsessed, and you know it!
Also, as a city freak, I have to comment on how much I love your description so Central City through Wally. It's really it's protector city :)
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on 2007-01-09 08:36 am (UTC)I'm doing my best to try and write a character that's bigger than just a human, if you know what I mean, and the personas kinda help me. He's just so darn deep.
I'm always glad when Wally works, now I just have to make that happen with Bruce in this next bit and you'll know. XD
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on 2007-01-28 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-13 06:06 am (UTC)