It wasn't his fault, Roy could have kicked Wally out anytime, but instead he let Wally stay. So, really, it's all Roy's fault that Wally's hand has somehow found its way into the front of his pants.

/ / /

"Dude, no more letting Rob pick clothes for undercover missions! My legs feel like jerky," whined Wally, as he, very unceremoniously, threw the 'absolutely required' leather pants in the general direction of the dirty clothes hamper. Roy, not having to actually go inside the club, was pretty indifferent to the offending article of clothing. Right now, though, he's thankful for them because they made Wally stand around in his room at the cave in nothing but his boxers and a tight tank top.

He's not a pervert, okay? Wally is the one stripping.

"You know? I happen to like jerky."

/ / /

Wally should have thought his big plan to confess his feelings to Roy out a little more. Because he can tell by the look on Roy's face that the 'spill out all your feelings in a fit of jealousy' tactic isn't working.

"April Fool's? Ha…ha… I got'cha good, huh?" He takes a step back as he speaks, and then another. The goal is to make it to the door before he keels over from embarrassment and rejection.

Before Wally can make his escape, Roy makes some kind of noise. It's only a sigh, but still that's enough for Wally to turn tail and run. He doesn't need to hear Roy say he doesn't like him back. Something like that seems a little too heartbreaking.

/ / /

Death could be worse. He could be dying with his pants around his ankles with his face in a cactus bush. Or is it tree? Does cacti tree sound right?

"Hey, Roy?" It takes just about all the energy he has left, but he opens his eyes and turns his face so he can look up at his friend. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realizes that this might be the last time he gets to look at Roy or… anyone else. That's just depressing.

"Yeah, Wally?" Roy's voice sounds hoarse, like his throat has been rubbed raw. From all the yelling he did at the rest of the team to find Klarion, probably. As if that would help anything, the thousand year old brat wouldn't reverse this. No, he made a spell especially for Wally. A slow, painful, and boring death was eminent the second Wally got hit with it.

There's no use focusing on that though. Instead Wally is going to focus on the time he has left. Slowly, he reaches his hand up to the archer's face. He wanted to cup Roy's cheek, but he can't quite get his hand to open, so he settles on letting his hand rest against it instead. "Thank you." Really, being in Roy's arms is nice. Much better than some prickly plants.

"Don't worry about it." If Roy was made of glass, he is fairly sure he would have shattered just then. "It's what I'm here for." He grabs Wally's hand and brings it down to rest back on the speedster's chest. He doesn't let go though. Not until Wally does.

/ / /

Sequins weren't anticipated. Feathers, definitely. Maybe even a little colorful leather, but not sequins. Roy thought that those would be, well, crossing a line. Wally and Dick's ideas for the music video costumes were always an acceptable kind of over the top, but these were...

"Second album, Dude. We gotta kick up the-"

"Zazz."

"Exactly."

"I hate you both." Roy is torn between glaring at the bedazzled hot pants in his hands or at the twin maniacal grins in front of him. The pants were winning, currently. Because Roy knows that if he looks at his bandmates for too long they'll break out the ever dreaded puppy-dog eyes.

Then Roy will have no choice but to wear the sequins.

/

A/N! - Haha, the very first time I upload anything to this site and it's not even a proper story.

As you can probably tell, these are all unrelated drabble/bits-and-pieces-of-what-could-be-a-larger-story type things with some (most? technically all?) of them being AUs, obviously. One or two of them could be expanded upon one day, but not anytime soon. I have a few more short writings in the works though, I'll try to get a few into every new "chapter". Whenever that is, this work isn't going to have any kind of set schedule.

My aim is to improve my writing, so please, let me know what you think!

Also this could a feeble attempt to spread the Roy/Wally love, shhh.

A/N! 2 - Wow I have no idea how to deal with this formatting, I apologize for any awkwardness here.