Hey all! So I know it's been several years since I've updated this, and you have every right to be phenomenally cheesed at me. That said, here's some more, hope this makes up for the wait. I got a bit inspired, and ended up doing straight smut. No plot here. Turn back if you don't want to read sexytimes. Okay? Good. I may do something with actual plot development later. We'll see.

Physical Activity Chapter 6

Wally woke the next morning to lips on the back of his neck. He smiled without opening is eyes, and kept his breathing slow. He calculated a slow sigh. A tongue joined the lips. Wally contained a gasp. Then, faster than Bruce could react, Wally flipped around, pinned his wrists and straddled him. And Bruce smiled. Wally grinned. He bad The Freaking Batman pinned, and said Freaking Batman did not seem to have a problem with it. Of course, the rather impressive morning wood (Wally had decided to call it the Batrection in his head) that Wally was now perched overtop of may have had something to do with his compliance.

"Morning."

"Good morning, Wally." Bruce shifted underneath him, "Are you going to let me up?"

Wally bent and kissed Bruce thoroughly. He flicked his tongue over the roof of Bruce's mouth and felt his cock twitch against Wally's own. "We are not getting up yet."

Bruce moaned, "Wally."

Wally knew Bruce could pull his arms free at any moment; he wasn't even holding him firmly. But Bruce just smiled his Epic Real Smile at Wally like he was the only thing he ever wanted to see and lay still. This could be fun. Wally leaned down and caressed Bruce's lips with his own, keeping his eyes open. He pulled away gasping and bent down to whisper in Bruce's ear. "I'm going to let go of your right hand. Don't move."

Bruce chuckled, but when Wally released him his hand stayed on the mattress. Wally reached for the bedside table and grabbed the lube he'd dropped there last night. He placed it n Bruce's upturned palm. "Prep me. Two fingers." He positioned himself over Bruce, knees on the mattress, elbows down, one hand still holding lightly to Bruce's left wrist. Their faces were just close enough for Bruce's breath to tickle his lips.

Wally watched Bruce's eyes, seeing an aroused smile in them as Bruce's fingers circled his entrance. He felt one slip inside. Wally shook his head, "I said two fingers." He felt Bruce's strained chuckle, saw his nod. He felt a second finger breach him, slipping alongside the first. As Bruce slowly opened him, Wally could feel himself getting painfully hard. A low moan crept from his throat.

"Enough. Hand back on the bed."

"Wally," Bruce seemed concerned, but he complied, both hands grasping at the sheets above his head.

Wally smiled reassuringly, pushing up and positioning himself over Bruce's Batrectoion of Sexytimes. "Two fingers is good. I want to really feel it." He slowly lowered himself until he had Bruce fully inside. He squeezed tight for a moment, intensifying the burning ache he felt. Then he started to move, riding Bruce slowly.

"Wally, gods, Wally," Bruce was almost ripping Wally's sheets, twisting them between his fingers. "I want to touch you."

Wally leaned down and grabbed Bruce's hands, pulling them up to his hest and thigh, "Then touch me."

Bruce grasped Wally's hips with one hand and started to piston up into Wally's shaking body. Wally's breath caught on each thrust. This was good. This was so, so good. It was almost perfect. It was almost There. If he could just tilt his hips…yes!

"Oh god Bruce. Yes. There. Fuck, fuck. Yes!" He saw white and came, feeling himself clench around Bruce's cock. Feeling Bruce slow as Wally stopped twitching. Feeling Bruce still hard inside him.

"Wally?" Jesus, Bruce sounded like he was in pain, like he was barely holding back. He sounded fucking desperate.

Wally gulped in air and found his bearings. He twisted a smile, a smirk, a something at Bruce. He needed this to continue. "I'm fine. Betcha can't make me do that twice."

Bruce fucking growled. Which should have been scary as hell, only Wally was very sure that he was hearing a Bruce growl not a Batman growl. Which meant he was about to experience Decadent Pleasures rather than Certain Doom. Oh goody.

Bruce sat up and kissed Wally hard. He pulled back and rested his forehead on Wally's for a moment. "Challenge accepted." Wally felt two hands grasp his pelvis. He had all of two seconds to grapple with getting a grip on Bruce's shoulders before he was lifted and slammed down hard on Bruce's cock. Fuck. Wally gave up on any semblance of control. He dropped his head on Bruce's shoulder and concentrated on feeling. Which was a lot to concentrate on, by the way. Because Bruce's cock had started hitting him just right, and Wally was Oh-So-Grateful to Bruce's brilliance for remembering just the right angles. And damn if he hard as hell already. Shit this was possibly, no definitely, the Best Sex Ever. Better than the Best First Time Ever they'd had last night. Better than all previous sex which would henceforth be called the Boring Stuff Before Bruce.

Bruce's breath was heavy on his neck, and his hands were—his hand was lifting Wally, fucking him on Bruce's cock. Hand. Where was hand number 2? Oh. There. Grasping Wally's cock. It was slick, must have been the one Bruce lubed him with. Fuck. Hands and cock and breath. Huh. The breath seemed to be making words. Wally struggled to tune in.

"…so damn good Wally. Love feeling you like this. Feels like you're close again."

Damn. Wally was. Shit, if Bruce kept it up like this he wouldn't take long.

"Thing is, Wally, I'm not. Not yet."

Wally whined. Ah damn. Maybe he could try vibrating, or—

"Wally god, so tight. Let go. Gonna make you cum Wally. Three times, I swear. Let go. "

Oh hell yes. Wally shuddere in pleasure, barely keeping his grip around Bruce's shoulders. Oh yes. Thank the dear and fluffy lord. No need to hold back. He bucked against Bruce, keening, cock twitching in Bruce's callused fist as he came. He went limp, shaking in Bruce's grip.

Bruce stroked his neck as he came down, pulling back to look in his eyes. "Wally?" His voice sounded strained.

"m fine. Keep going."

Bruce's grunt seemed relieved. He lifted Wally off his lap, placed him face down on the bed. Wally was aware of pillows being stacked under his hips. He struggled with his boneless arms, getting his elbows underneath him, holding him up.

"Bruce, please."

"Wally," Bruce's cock drove in, then drew out again nearly fully. "Wally." Bruce's hips rolled slow but hard against Wally's trembling hole. "Wally." Bruce's right hand clasped Wally's cock, his left caressed his neck and back. "Wally, god, Wally."

Wally's third orgasm caught him off guard. He twitched, desperate but lethargis, rutting into the pillows and Bruce's hand, fucking himself on Bruce's cock. He wasn't sure, but he may have come dry. If that's good or bad or whatever, Wally didn't care, having gone limp with ecstasy. He could feel Bruce's lips on his neck. Bruce's hips stuttered and froze, and Bruce's Amazingly Hot Groan hit his ears. Wally's insides were flooded with heat, and Bruce collapsed, just catching himself before his whole weight dropped on Wally's back. With a hard breath of effort Bruce dropped to the mattress at Wally's side.

Wally reached for Bruce and patted the first thing he touched. He was pretty sure it was Bruce's arm, but it may have been his ear fr ll Wally could tell in that moment. He just really needed Bruce to know, "Three," he croaks, "three. Well done."

Bruce gave a tired chuckle, hand coming up to lace with Wally's fingers of his bicep. "Sleep."

"'Kay."

"Sleep." Bruce rolled in and held Wally through the entirety of the Greatest Nap in Ever.