Pairings:
RobxKF with offside WallyxRANDOMGIRLS.

Summary:
Wally is so, so over Artemis - however, with evidence filing up against his claims, Dick does his duty as a bro and helps him find the girlfriend that Wally doesn't actually want. No, the one he wants is none other than his best friend.

Rating:
M for smut in first chapter, rest are T for references (and probably language).

Multi-chapter?
Yes.

AN:
Ah, we all have that well-meaning friend who's like "OMG so now that you're single we can go out and you should snog someone, suck a cock, and party like it's nineteen-ninety-nine!" And half the time they're the one you just want to kiss and snuggle with.
Anyway, this fic starts with smut (for demonstration of the fact that Wally is very-much aware and used to his feelings for Dick) and then the rest of it is him chasing his crush. (That being said, if you only clicked this for the smut, then maybe check out some of my one-shots, or my Fluff and Kinks collection, which is full of smut.)

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If nothing else—if not the whole secret-identity stuff, the inside jokes and help with homework—Wally could always count on Dick to have a nice-smelling room.

"Sheesh – how long do you spend primping, Boy Wonder?"

"Shut up, dude. I'm just getting ready."

So Wally flopped out on one of the two sofas, sinking gratefully into its full cushions. Dick's kick-ass pad sure beat his own house – probably the whole street's worth! Everything was new and beautiful and colour-coordinated (though that was probably Alfred's doing) yet homey and welcoming. Even if he strolled in with ripped sweatpants and his dad's old T-shirt he still felt like a king in that room.

There was barely a moment left to waste, with nearly a blink passing before Di-Robin was standing in front of him.

"I thought we were going to the movies! Patrolling sucks!" Wally groaned.

Dick smirked, fingers shaking through his short bangs. "Is that why you turned up in your own costume, Kid Flash?"

Confused, the red-head glanced down to see bright yellow.

"Whoa." He shook his head. "I swear I wasn't wearing that a moment ago."

"Well, you're here, and there's nothing else to do. I bet we could find some way to entertain ourselves."

"Oh yeah?" Was it just him, or did Robin's uniform suddenly look a little more... clingy? "What did you have in mind?"

Then Dick was on top of him, practically doing the splits, with his face way, way too close.

"Dude, what-"

"I've seen the way you stare, KF," Robin whispered, making very deliberate circles with his hips. "Didn't you think I could tell what all those bathroom trips after the gym were for?"

Wally swallowed the saliva that began to pool under his tongue as gloved hands snaked up and down his chest. "Rob, man, this isn't funny."

There it was. That grin. "It isn't supposed to be." And he squeezed gently at the red crotch of Wally's costume, earning a hitch in the other's breathing. "I know you want this," he continued. A husky edge accented each word. "Heck, you even have an arrow to make certain I don't get lost."

Barry and his nephew had designed it together, both equally oblivious as to the target it pointed towards. Actually, now that Wally thought about it...

He blushed.

Black palm laid flat, the younger boy's hand glided smoothly over the Spandex, pinching lightly through the fabric. Kid Flash gripped the arm rest, pink and attempting to lower his heart rate, trying to ignore the way all of the heat in his body was flooding into his groin. Where was his padding? The jock and the cup?

"How convenient – you're not wearing any armour. But then again—" He leaned close again and dropped his voice to a breath. "—neither am I."

Then something new touched Wally's hardening dick – he risked a peek and, sure enough, Robin had tugged the waist of his bottoms down. Warm as always, the air didn't bother Wally so much as the fact that Robin was looking at his cock. At that moment, two very prominent bumps on his chest became apparent and the rosiness on his cheeks flooded a deep crimson.

"You're so big – how does it even fit in your underwear?"

It was a voice so sexy, so awe-struck, that Wally had no chance but to let out a little sound in the back of his throat.

Finally, the masked face looked back up and leaned in. "Do you want me to get it up and wring it dry, or just put it in my mouth and suck?" Robin murmured in his ear.

"N-no! Get off of me!"

Robin frowned, the whites of his mask narrowing.

"You still think I'm joking, don't you?"

Wally stayed very still.

A sigh left the fifteen-year-old's lips, minty enough to tingle in Wally's nose. He tilted his head.

Wally didn't kiss back. Not because it was bad—definitely not because it was bad—but more because he wouldn't put it past the Bat-boy to play such an extravagant prank. However, there wasn't a protest present either, even as his lips were parted and a tongue probed its way in between some teeth and nibbling.

The combined textures of kissing mixed with the stroking under his pants completely overrode all logic in Wally's ginger head and he moaned. It shuddered through his lungs, raked his windpipe. Robin grinned and licked at the corner of his lips, asked "So now, Kid, do you want me?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Robin," he swallowed, "I want you."

Cowl still on, the older teen let Robin continue to jack him off, humming every so often when his friend—best friend—tried something new.

"Touch me, Kid."

So he did. Wally ran his hands—were his gloves always that tight?—over every inch of Robin's sides, feeling each and every detail in the fleeting movements. Sometimes he took his time to count each rib. Others he just squeezed, pulled the boy's lithe body closer.

He'd been firm with the idea that nothing could possibly feel better than Robin pumping and touching and biting his ear. But that illusion melted the moment Robin's pink, shiny tongue made its way from base to tip in one long swipe.

"Fuck, Rob," he hissed.

Robin grinned at those two words, working the skin back and flicking his tongue over the head. Wally gaped a couple of tight gasps as he was taken fully into that hot little mouth. He didn't know where his friend learnt to give such amazing blowjobs—not that he wanted to know—but his mind wasn't really on the technique so much as trying not to roll his hips up.

"Go ahead – I can take it."

So he thrust deep, deep into Robin's mouth, the boy's fingers spread over his muscled thighs as he practically sucked Wally's brains out through his cock.

And there was no way in hell he was going to last.

He threw his head back and cried out.

.

Wally woke up with his cheeks flushed, fingers shaking and boxers... sticky.

He groaned, chucked back the duvet that'd become tangled around both legs. Just as he thought, there was white liquid dribbling from his underpants. Brilliant. Again with the dreams about Robin and the humiliating consequences.

But super-speed wasn't just for saving people, and the bed was remade within two minutes and the evidence (boxers aside) safely in the wash. Dick would never have to find out-

"Wally?"

Shit. Shit shit shit shit.

Not having bothered with the mask or glasses, a dozy Dick rubbed his own cheek. "Why are you running around at two in the morning? I didn't hear the alarm."

Then his eyes lowered and Wally felt his heart go ker-plunk.

"Is that... what I think it is?"

"Nope," Wally answered, both hands latching onto his crotch. But it was too hasty, too weird-sounding for even the sleepy boy to not pick it up as anything but a lie.

"Did you, um, wet yourself?"

"No!"

Dick paused. "So it is what I think it is?"

Wally gulped. Things were not only now physically uncomfortable (should've changed his pants before he went about cleaning – the chafing, oh, the chafing) but now...

"You know what? It's way too early for this," Dick sighed, "I'm going back to sleep. G'night."

"...G'night."

"Oh, and before I forget," he added, "you talk in your sleep. You should be aware of that."

If he'd thought his heart could work through the lack of dignity in this whole situation and remain in his chest, Wally was seriously deluded. It fell, hard, hitting his ribs on the way down.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, something about hating patrolling. Were you talking to Artemis or something?"

Wally nodded so fast his head almost fell off. "Yeah, and she was, like, naked and stuff."

"You've got to get over her," Dick laugh-mumbled into his pillow. "You've got to get changed, get over her, and find someone else."

Biting back the words on his tongue was harder than expected;

But I already have.