Dick Grayson/Wally West: Mature Themes all that jazz. Oh I don't own them and shit. Wish I did.
A/N: I did write this story with specific ages and identities for them in mind, but I will leave that up to you as the reader to decide while you read it, in case you think differently than I did. Thanks for reading and I'll owe you my eternal gratitude if you leave any sort of review. ~Lee
From the time Dick walked into the door Wally knew that something was different, that something was wrong. Dick could be rough, but not like this. Not so apathetic in his approach. Dick shoved Wally against a wall and pushed his mouth against his in a desperate sort of way. Dick started shedding clothes and pushed Wally onto the bed and laced his fingers with Wally's before he started. Wally yelped in pain and quickly hushed himself, not that Dick noticed. He wasn't noticing anything. Between wet kisses Dick breathed heavily shaking the supports on the bed. Their hips moved together, in tandem and Wally thought about what was happening. When it was like this, it wasn't Dick, it was something else. He wasn't his friend, he wasn't anything, and this was so primal, nothing else. Dick was lost in the action of it. It was today wasn't it? The anniversary. His parents had fallen to their deaths so many years ago. So Wally stayed, he let himself be used. Because it was worth it. He was worth it. The pain had subsided long ago and he had to admit, even when Dick was like this, he was still himself in a way, he never lost his touch. It was only the emotion behind what they were doing that made Wally wonder. The shaking of the bed has since stopped and a numbed Dick rolled onto his side pulling Wally close to him and burying himself in his back. It was a little late or a little early, arguably, for sleep. Would Dick ever be able to get past it, was he only hurting him by letting him torture himself like this? Who knows. All Wally knew was that Dick needed him, and that he needed Dick. And that was enough for now.