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kat8chaStar City is his home. He blames Oliver for making it such, because if it wasn't for the other man he would never have set foot in Star City. Roy finds that he can blame many things on Oliver, even if Ollie taking care of him kept him out of foster homes. Still, in the long run he's not sure Ollie was a better parent. There is an incapacitated super villain on the ground, some guy going by the name 'Shatter' with the meta ability to vibrate the molecules in something so they shattered. It hadn't been an easy take down. There are flashing sirens and police approaching now to take Shatter in now and it's a relief because Roy can't back down but he doesn't want to actually talk to Ollie. He turns and walks off, lets G.A. handle being a big ol' Justice Leaguer and handing the guy over.
Green Arrow catches up with him anyway.
"Red Arrow!"
Roy is literally two steps away from where he stashed his motorcycle in the alley when Ollie's hand falls on his shoulder. Ollie had always been touchy. Not like the Flashes, they weren't emotional, but small things. A hair ruffle here, a hand on the shoulder, sometimes an arm wrapped around his shoulders or a pat on the back. As Speedy he'd had his shoulders covered.
He can feel the rough texture of the gloves on his bare shoulder, the way the pads are worn on three fingers but not on the thumb or pinky.
He shrugs Ollie's hand off.
"What do you want, Green Arrow?" Roy is angry, but he's always angry lately. "Shouldn't you be off with your new protégé? Or the Justice League? Maybe concocting more secrets and lies w-"
Ollie's hands slam against his shoulders and shove him backwards into the alleyway, shove and keep shoving and Roy hits the wall and his breath whooshes out with an 'oomph'. It's not what Roy was expecting. He prepares to break Ollie's hold on his shoulders but then he's being kissed.
The point of Green Arrow's hood presses against his forehead, the tip rubs against the bridge of his nose. Ollie's mustache tickles under Roy's nose as they kiss and his goatee scratches against Roy's chin. Roy tips his head back and kisses back, he pushes Green Arrow's hood back and sinks his fingers into tangled blond hair.
Oliver breaks the kiss, then keeps kissing Roy, lingering kisses that grow shorter and shorter as he attempts to pull back. "Ro-Sp-Red Arrow."
"Don't ruin it by talking, G.A." Roy growls and drags Ollie back down for another kiss but the older man pushes Roy away with a grip on his shoulders. Roy groans, irritated that Ollie is going to wreck this.
Then Ollie drops to his knees.
The belt isn't the easiest thing to undo, but Roy can't give any pointers because Ollie is rubbing the crotch of his pants and driving Roy to distraction. It takes Green Arrow a few tries before he finds the right catches and the belt slithers to the concrete. The fly is simple, just a zipper, and Ollie unzips it quickly before reaching inside. "Nice underwear, Red Arrow." And Roy can't help but laugh a little because maybe the red arrow down the line of his penis had been a little much, then his laughter chokes off into a groan because Ollie is mouthing him through the material and sliding his hands into Roy's pants to stroke between his thighs and over his covered balls. The holsters attached to Roy's thighs clatter when Roy's hips jerk forward.
"G.A.-" Ollie pulls his underwear down by the elastic and wraps one gloved fist around Roy's erection, stroking his penis while Roy grinds the back of his head against a brick wall and shouts. Ollie keeps stroking, fingers slipping into Roy's underwear to stroke over his and to rub smooth glove pads over Roy's perineum. Roy shudders, one hand scrabbles at the wall, the other grabs and yanks on Ollie's hair.
They're barely out of the mouth of the alley.
It wouldn't take much for someone passing by to see them.
"Ollie, please." Roy hissed and then, finally, finally, Ollie opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Roy's dick.
Roy came, ripping a few hairs out of Ollie's head as he did.
Green Arrow catches up with him anyway.
"Red Arrow!"
Roy is literally two steps away from where he stashed his motorcycle in the alley when Ollie's hand falls on his shoulder. Ollie had always been touchy. Not like the Flashes, they weren't emotional, but small things. A hair ruffle here, a hand on the shoulder, sometimes an arm wrapped around his shoulders or a pat on the back. As Speedy he'd had his shoulders covered.
He can feel the rough texture of the gloves on his bare shoulder, the way the pads are worn on three fingers but not on the thumb or pinky.
He shrugs Ollie's hand off.
"What do you want, Green Arrow?" Roy is angry, but he's always angry lately. "Shouldn't you be off with your new protégé? Or the Justice League? Maybe concocting more secrets and lies w-"
Ollie's hands slam against his shoulders and shove him backwards into the alleyway, shove and keep shoving and Roy hits the wall and his breath whooshes out with an 'oomph'. It's not what Roy was expecting. He prepares to break Ollie's hold on his shoulders but then he's being kissed.
The point of Green Arrow's hood presses against his forehead, the tip rubs against the bridge of his nose. Ollie's mustache tickles under Roy's nose as they kiss and his goatee scratches against Roy's chin. Roy tips his head back and kisses back, he pushes Green Arrow's hood back and sinks his fingers into tangled blond hair.
Oliver breaks the kiss, then keeps kissing Roy, lingering kisses that grow shorter and shorter as he attempts to pull back. "Ro-Sp-Red Arrow."
"Don't ruin it by talking, G.A." Roy growls and drags Ollie back down for another kiss but the older man pushes Roy away with a grip on his shoulders. Roy groans, irritated that Ollie is going to wreck this.
Then Ollie drops to his knees.
The belt isn't the easiest thing to undo, but Roy can't give any pointers because Ollie is rubbing the crotch of his pants and driving Roy to distraction. It takes Green Arrow a few tries before he finds the right catches and the belt slithers to the concrete. The fly is simple, just a zipper, and Ollie unzips it quickly before reaching inside. "Nice underwear, Red Arrow." And Roy can't help but laugh a little because maybe the red arrow down the line of his penis had been a little much, then his laughter chokes off into a groan because Ollie is mouthing him through the material and sliding his hands into Roy's pants to stroke between his thighs and over his covered balls. The holsters attached to Roy's thighs clatter when Roy's hips jerk forward.
"G.A.-" Ollie pulls his underwear down by the elastic and wraps one gloved fist around Roy's erection, stroking his penis while Roy grinds the back of his head against a brick wall and shouts. Ollie keeps stroking, fingers slipping into Roy's underwear to stroke over his and to rub smooth glove pads over Roy's perineum. Roy shudders, one hand scrabbles at the wall, the other grabs and yanks on Ollie's hair.
They're barely out of the mouth of the alley.
It wouldn't take much for someone passing by to see them.
"Ollie, please." Roy hissed and then, finally, finally, Ollie opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Roy's dick.
Roy came, ripping a few hairs out of Ollie's head as he did.
