Wally West casually put his arm around Dick Grayson's shoulders. The younger of the two looked at the redhead and smiled softly, slightly blushing.
The two were intimately involved, and it was no secret. They were open about their relationship both with the team or in public. But they were always decent, too. They hugged, held hands and, kissed lightly when in the presence of others, since they did have manners.
Artemis and M'gann found it absolutely adorable. The acrobat and speedster were undoubtedly perfect for each other. Kaldur approved of the relationship, seeing as it helped in 'team bonding' and Conner was slowly starting to understand it, but was still supportive in his own way.
The duo seemed connected at the hip. Where one went, the other would follow, almost like a lost puppy. They were always paired on missions and always sat next or stood next to each other.
Richard blushed harder as Wally intertwined their fingers together and his arm that rested on the bird's shoulders traveled down to wrap around his waist. Wally only laughed gently, leading his now flustered boyfriend to the couch.
They were at Barry Allen's, a.k.a. The Flash's, house. They were originally having their movie night/sleepover, but the idea of watching something other than each other was now abandoned. Wally sat down on the plush, worn couch and pulled Dick down with him, effectively landing his precious bird into his lap.
Dick made no move to release himself from the speedster, openly showing his liking at being held like this.
His slowly calming breath hitched when he felt hot breath behind his ear, causing the hairs on his neck to stand and he internally shivered, feeling Wally nibble gently at his earlobe, slowly trailing down to where Dick's neck met his collarbone.
"Mmh..Wally..." He moaned out his lover's name in pleasure, panting. Wally only gave a 'Hmm' in response.
Wally's skilled hands played with the hem of Dick's shirt. Tugging at it, twisting it slightly between his fingers. His digits barely brushed against Dick's smooth stomach, and the thirteen year old shivered. Wally then went past the clothing, massaging Dick's torso with experienced touches.
He just reached the boy's perked nipples, managing to slowly work on easing the shirt off, when...
"WALLY!"
...His Uncle Barry came home. Dick gave a squeal of surprise, face red as a tomato, and jumped. Wally blushed hard and tried to glare at his uncle, which failed due to his obvious embarrassment.
"Whoa. Sorry guys, didn't know you were getting 'The Mood' on." At least he had the decency to look abashed.
"Hi, Uncle Barry. What are you doing here?"
"Wally, you seem to forget that this is my home. Anyways, Brucie just said I could go home. Guess he didn't want you two," he pointed at the couple on the couch, "all alone. Unsupervised." His tone took on a more indicative tone and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"U-UNCLE BARRY!"
"Kidding, kidding. Yeesh, can't you guys take a joke? But Batsy really did just let us leave. He had stuff he wanted work own alone. BatStuff."
Wally and Dick cracked small smiles at that. It was always amusing when people made BatJokes(- just like that!). Uncle Barry spoke again.
"Sooo...Do you guys want me to leave you alone, so you can...y'know...recreate 'The Mood'?"
"Naw. S'fine, Uncle B. We're sorta really bad at recreating 'The Mood' on purpose. It only works when it's completely natural. Gotta let it happen on it's own."
Robin added to it. "Yeah. When we try to do that, we get awkward 'cause we always think too hard. So, instead of actually creating any mood, we end up with nothing."
"Okay. Sorry, again. I'll be in my room if you need anything." With that said, the blonde man sped away.
"So, Dick, whatcha wanna do now?"
"Dude, how about we actually watch movies, like we planned?"
"Oh yeah!" Wally rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He popped a DVD into the DVD player and pressed play.
The two cuddled on the couch, but could not achieve the same success they had before Barry had interrupted them. Not that they would have really known how to keep going from there. Dick was still so young, as was Wally, but mostly Dick.
The boy was still so innocent. And Wally would wait. But, if they had continued, it would have been awkward to just stop like that.
Halfway through the third movie, Dick had fallen asleep, head resting on Wally's shoulder. The redhead smiled fondly, but, if you looked close enough, there was an underlying tone of something underneath that loving gaze. And it was a suspicious sort of something.
Wally carried the sleeping pre-teen to his room, being careful to close his door quietly. He layed the boy down onto his soft bed, and began to undress him. Wally knew how uncomfortable Dick felt when he slept in his day clothes.
Once done, the redhead pulled the comforter up to Dick's chin and kissed his forehead before changing and joining his boyfriend. Allowing himself to be swept up in dreams.
The next morning rolled around.
Dick opened his eyes groggily, in a sleep-induced haze. He felt the warmth of Wally's chest and tried to bury himself deeper into the soft bed, pulling the comforter tighter to his body.
Wait. Hold on a sec. Something's not right.
Dick's eyes shot open as he bolted up, suddenly fully alert. How the Hell did he get here? The last thing he remembered was watching movies in the living room. How'd he get to the bedroom. He checked himself and was relieved to see he still donned his boxer shorts, as did Wally, but the redhead also wore a gray wife-beater.
"Huh. Musta fallen asleep." He laid back down and snuggled into Wally, the speedster wrapping an arm around him even in his sleep.
The couple woke again later at late morning. Wally yawned, stretching as he sat up, while Dick just stretched, still lying down. Wally nudged Dick gently and the dark-haired boy mewed quietly.
"Mornin'." Wally spoke, voice laced with sleep.
"Mya~," Dick yawned adorably, "Hi..Walls..."
Wally stood up off the bed and waited at the doorway, eyeing his shorter companion, who opted for rolling off the bed in a lazy manner.
Dick crawled to Wally's dresser, head down, as if drained of all energy. With one arm supporting the weight of his upper half, the other arm blindly tried to grab for one of the dresser's handles. His hand gripped it and roughly yanked the drawer open, digging through it tiredly.
His hand pulled out, clutching a t-shirt of Wally's, and the boy stood for once, with help. He pulled the clothing over his no longer bare torso and rubbed at his drooping blue eyes.
"Let's...Let's go.." He mumbled, stumbling slightly as he followed behind his speedster. Dick wasn't paying attention so he barely registered that Wally was going in the opposite hallway, away from the kitchen. Nor did he take into the account the running of faucet water. Oh, Batman would be so disappointed right now.
But, Dick did feel cold water splashing into his face. And the sniggers from Wally, who'd obviously been the one to splash him. Dick, now fully awake, glared slightly at his boyfriend before allowing himself to be dragged into the kitchen.
Aunt Iris had prepared their late breakfast, which the two had thanked her for and made their way to the dining room.
"Hey there, you early risers," Barry teased lightly. Wally smirked slightly and Dick laughed quietly.
"Hiya, Uncle B."
"Good, uh, late morning, Uncle Barry."
They continued on, harmful jokes making their way throughout the Allen household, Aunt Iris putting in her two cents every once while, 'burning' the boys a few time with her own sassy remarks. Dick had washed his plate, again thanking Iris for the wonderful meal.
He hugged her, whispering a soft 'Goodbye, thanks for everything' and making his way into the dining room. He kissed Wally's cheek, hugging him lightly and hugged Barry as well.
"Bye you guys, thanks for everything. Totally asterous, but, I gotta go. Bruce wanted me back for training at noon, so I should leave now. Buh-Bye~!"
Dick walked out, through the chilling winter snow, found the nearest zeta-beam and made his way to the training room, Bruce waiting expectingly.
"Hello, Richard. Welcome back. Have a good time?"
"Hi Bruce. Good to be back. It was great."
The Dynamic Duo made small talk and went on with their training. It last for a good few hours before Bruce 'called it a day.'
Alfred stood outside the door, towel and bottle at the ready for the two other men.
"Thanks, Al."
"Anytime, Master Richard."
It was around 4:30 p.m. now. Alfred had fixed Dick a small snack before the boy headed out to enjoy the winter snow. When he offered to his two guardians, they both had to politely decline. Bruce had to get to work on import Wayne Enterprises documents while Alfred had to clean, buy groceries, and proceed to prepare dinner. Richard had offered to get the groceries for the kind English man but the butler declined once again.
Defeated, Dick gave up. He called out his 'Bye!' and walked out to the snowy outside. He watched the pure white snow fall gently to the earth, luckily catching a few snowflakes on his tongue.
Dick reached the park and sat on a swing, just enjoying the scenery. Everything was coated in white; glittering - sparkling - with such a purity that more often was not seeen in Gotham. It was refreshing to see.
Dick was always mesmerized when winter came to Gotham. He spent his time just looking around, mentally remembering the sight, and snagging a few pictures. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he answered the call.
"Yello?"
"Ah, Master Richard. I just thought to inform you that dinner shall be prepared soon, in about fifteen minutes. Perhaps you would want to be making your way back to the manor now."
"Yeah, sure. Thanks, Alfred. See you back home."
Alfred smiled on the other side of the line. Dick had just said 'home' instead of 'the manor' or 'the house.' It was good to hear.
"Of course, Master Richard. I shall be awaiting your return. Would you prefer I prepare something warm for you arrival?"
"Nah. You don't have to. But, thanks anyways. Bye, Afred."
"Goodbye, Master Richard. Have a safe trip back."
Dick hung up shortly. He left the park, heading to the Manor. Making sure to take his time getting back, but still come home on time.
He knocked once on the grand doors. In no time, it clicked open and Alfred greeted the boy.
"Welcome home, young master."
"Hi, Alfred. Thanks."
"Not a problem, sir."
Alfred lead Dick to the dining room, where Bruce sat waiting. They waved to each other and Dick took his seat next to his adoptive father. No later had Alfred brought out the meals and the trio began to eat together.
They made small, comfortable conversations with one another until Dick's cellphone rang. His ringtone slowly getting louder, making itself known. Dick checked the caller ID. Wally. He looked to Bruce pleadingly, blue eyes wide. Of course, the playboy-billionaire crumbled, saying 'yes.' Dick sent him a grateful smile and stood to answer the phone.
Alfred looked to the man he considered a son, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Bruce didn't take long to notice this.
"What?"
"Oh, Master Bruce. You spoil the boy too much."
"Please, Alfred. Like you could say no to him."
"You are quite right, but, I believe we should start disciplining the lad a tad bit harder."
"Yeah, sure. That'll be the day..."
Dick knew that Wally knew that he was usually eating now, since the redhead had called the acrobat during dinner too many times to be an accident. So he didn't care to answer in mumbles when his boyfriend called at this time, Wally was already used to it.
"Hmm?"
"Hey, babe, I was wondering, are you free right now?"
"Huh?" Dick thought he had informed the other that he always training an hour after dinner, and so they couldn't really hang out until after that.
"I mean, baby, come on. We could go to the fair again, like we did last Friday. Today's the last day it's in Central City." Wally's voice sounded pleading.
"..." Dick was unsure how to respond. Last Friday, Wally said he had a little errand to run for Uncle Barry. Maybe he was confusing it for that movie they had seen two weeks ago. It was on a Friday, and there were some scenes that took place at a fair. A cheesy romance movie.
"I know you had fun. You kept telling me you loved me. And you know I love you, too."
"..." Still unknowing. Now this was getting strange. Was this like that time Wally had called Dick to ask how his broken neck was, only to find out that Wally had a dream where Dick got badly injured? Must be. This must've been another one of Wally's dreams. Seeing as it never happened.
"Jess. Come on, Jessica, baby. Don't be like this. You know I love you. Let's try and take this thing a little further." Wally's tone had a suggestive undertone. "Let's...get to know each other better."
A/N: Dun dun dun! What's going on? Who the Hell is Jessica? Is Wally cheating? Man, I know this probably sucks, sorry if you hate it. I have a poll on my profile for a YJ Fic I'll be doing with Fem!Robin. It closes July 28, 2012. Please vote. And review. Thank you~!