[Dave feels his dick throb in his hands when Wally crawls just over him, touches him. He frowns, furrows his brow at the comment. Oh no. Boyfriend did not just call him cute. But, honestly, Wally's at least acknowledging his anger with some kind of joke and complimenting him at the same time, so Dave won't complain too much.]
[And, oh, especially not with a goodbye like that. Dave openly moans into Wally's mouth, and it goes straight into a whine from both Wally's leaving and the desperate surge of arousal he's left him with. He's hard before Wally's done talking.]
Yeah, sure.
[Wally goes, and Dave huffs. Okay, he can appreciate Wally's enthusiasm for something he cares about, but still. He shrugs to himself, leans his head back against the wall, and tries to replay the exact memory of that past kiss-and-tease. Fuck it, he could be off sooner than 16 minutes 53 seconds. He bites his lip, rubbing and lightly pulling and--]
[There's suddenly a BOOM, barely muffled by the distance and the house, and Dave stops. He listens carefully, anxiety making him squeeze his dick nervously. There's just silence, and he curses. Fuck, if that fucking idiot blew himself up, he's going to kill him. Dave groans, gives the head of his dick one last rub-smear of pre-cum before scooting off the bed and redoing his pants. It's pretty much painful to walk around with a re-bound boner he was just jerking pressing into his stomach, but Wally's state of intact pieces is more important.]
[He starts coughing as soon as he walks into the garage, and god he wishes he had his shirt to shield his precious nasal passages from the chemical gasses. He settles for cupping his hand over his nose and mouth, until he sees the mess, then Wally just a ways away. Dave's chest constricts, he can't say a word, so he just grabs the pink flip flops by the door, shoves them on and walks over the broken glass and science shit to Wally. His heart sinks. Five minutes fourty-two seconds. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.]
[Dave doesn't really give a shit about getting the West parents first. He runs back into the house, gets a few dishrags, and returns to Wally, squatting beside him and pressing the dishcloths to the head injury. There's blood, a shitton of it, and this is a bit too familiar for Dave. He's had his fair share of concussions and bleeding head wounds, Bro even said he passed out once. He's calm, but he's freaking the fuck out somewhere in his guarded self. He tries to wake Wally up, carefully shaking him but careful not to move his head or spine much.]
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[And, oh, especially not with a goodbye like that. Dave openly moans into Wally's mouth, and it goes straight into a whine from both Wally's leaving and the desperate surge of arousal he's left him with. He's hard before Wally's done talking.]
Yeah, sure.
[Wally goes, and Dave huffs. Okay, he can appreciate Wally's enthusiasm for something he cares about, but still. He shrugs to himself, leans his head back against the wall, and tries to replay the exact memory of that past kiss-and-tease. Fuck it, he could be off sooner than 16 minutes 53 seconds. He bites his lip, rubbing and lightly pulling and--]
[There's suddenly a BOOM, barely muffled by the distance and the house, and Dave stops. He listens carefully, anxiety making him squeeze his dick nervously. There's just silence, and he curses. Fuck, if that fucking idiot blew himself up, he's going to kill him. Dave groans, gives the head of his dick one last rub-smear of pre-cum before scooting off the bed and redoing his pants. It's pretty much painful to walk around with a re-bound boner he was just jerking pressing into his stomach, but Wally's state of intact pieces is more important.]
[He starts coughing as soon as he walks into the garage, and god he wishes he had his shirt to shield his precious nasal passages from the chemical gasses. He settles for cupping his hand over his nose and mouth, until he sees the mess, then Wally just a ways away. Dave's chest constricts, he can't say a word, so he just grabs the pink flip flops by the door, shoves them on and walks over the broken glass and science shit to Wally. His heart sinks. Five minutes fourty-two seconds. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.]
[Dave doesn't really give a shit about getting the West parents first. He runs back into the house, gets a few dishrags, and returns to Wally, squatting beside him and pressing the dishcloths to the head injury. There's blood, a shitton of it, and this is a bit too familiar for Dave. He's had his fair share of concussions and bleeding head wounds, Bro even said he passed out once. He's calm, but he's freaking the fuck out somewhere in his guarded self. He tries to wake Wally up, carefully shaking him but careful not to move his head or spine much.]
Wally...come on, you fucking idiot, wake up!