Pairings:
RobxKF competing against WallyxArtemis.
Summary:
Artemis has dumped Wally, leaving the speedster to mope at his best friend's house. Dick will do anything to comfort him - but how far does "comfort" go?
Rating:
M for smut in first chapter, rest are T for references (and probably language).
Multi-chapter?
Yes.
AN:
I swear it is not all smut. Just this bit - the rest is fluff, fluff, fluff. 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 story.
Don't be afraid to leave a comment! It gives me a little thrill when I see [New Review] in my emails :3
"Just a sec- Oh, or come right in." Dick swung his legs off of the armrest, replacing his crimson bookmark when he caught sight of the complete devastation scrawled in emotional scars across his best friend's face. "Wally, what's up?"
"Artemis dumped me," he grumbled, dropping into the newly-vacated spot beside the boy. "Said something about it being more fun when I was feisty and that I'd gone soft. I dunno. I wasn't really listening."
With a perked brow, Dick cocked his head as Wally slumped forward, an elbow on either knee. "That happened two days ago."
"...She told you?"
"Gave me a head's up that you'd be coming round to mope and eat."
"Well, I thought I'd wait for the tears to stop before I came over to play whatever fancy game you've gotten before it's even hit shelves," Wally sighed, rubbing his left temple.
"You're going to vent a lot, aren't you?"
"Hell yes."
So he sat and he listened.
.
Ten minutes later and Dick's neck ached from the constant understanding, the nodding and agreeing that was sure to be the death of him. He could only imagine the muscles Zatanna and Artemis would have there, especially after the recent break-up of Conner and Megan. That'd be lacking in every kind of aster.
"-and she isn't even that pretty. Okay, yes she is – Artemis is beautiful." Wally wasn't even pausing to breathe. "So up herself, though. And I never know what's bull and what's true. That poker face of hers annoys me so much. It's like 'Hey, I'm your boyfriend and I'm trying to help, the least you could do is give me some idea of what's wrong.'" A sigh was followed with fingers running through his carrot-toned locks. "Girls suck."
"Careful," chuckled Dick. "It's starting to sound like you're about to switch teams."
Wally grinned. It had become more and more recurring as their conversation went on. "Yeah, like I could kiss a guy – imagine how weird that would be."
"Well, some people must like it. Guys do kiss and... stuff," Dick replied thoughtfully. Wally blushed. It was very unlike Wally to blush. "How would you know, though? If you were gay or bi or whatever?" It was clear he was trying to change the subject.
"I-I dunno. I guess you just test it out." Wally cleared his throat and returned to his former expression. "Anyway, stick in that plastic-wrapped disk I see over there. Looks cool. Besides, I only came over to take advantage of you."
Dick raised one perfectly-arched eyebrow at his friend.
"SHUT UP."
With a smirk on his lips, Dick tilted his chin up a little. "Sorry, didn't realise I was oh-so-irresistible."
Pulling a face, Wally earned a snort. "Oh, yes, Boy Wonder, you sexy thing, you. Kiss me!"
"Thanks, but no thanks. If I'm gonna kiss a dude, it's gonna be one I'll never have to see again. Like if you were moving to the other side of the world that'd be okay, but seeing you at every Team meet... Yikes." He laid his head back. "If I ever did that kind of thing, it would have to be with someone who would disappear from existence in my life."
"Or a really good friend who wouldn't care," Wally cut in. His gaze cut across the room, away from Dick's curious glance. "You know, someone who you were close to."
"Hm. I s'pose you're right."
Finding himself a little more interested, Wally continued despite the opportunity to end the conversation right there. "But really really close. Talk about a disastrous way to end a friendship."
"Emphasis on the dis," agreed Dick. "That wouldn't end ours though, would it? I'd like to think we're better than that. Think about all the things we've been through – hell, we died together! It'd suck if one bit of spit-swapping screwed it all up."
Wally swung a reassuring arm around the younger's shoulder. "Dude, of course it wouldn't! We're the bestest of friends the world has ever seen!"
"Sure?"
"One-hundred percent."
And, at that moment, Dick turned.
Even for the fastest teen alive it took a while to understand it.
Dick was...
He was...
...kissing him.
Along with the oxygen in his body went the pressure on his lips, and he shot back like Dick had pulled the trigger of a gun with its barrel against his chest.
"Dude, you just- Shit. Shit fuck no."
"Relax," chuckled Dick. "You're a scientist-in-the-making; think of that as an experiment. I wanted to find out a couple of things."
Wally's brain was swimming, and he was drowning in the zillion cajillion thoughts that had gathered. "Find out a couple of things? Dick, you kissed me! People don't do that!"
"I thought you said it wouldn't mess us up."
Wally sighed and leant back. He was too tired to freak out about anything. "I s'pose you're right. Glad you got it out of your system?" Dick nodded. "Wait... Couple? What was the other thing?"
"Whether or not Kid Mouth was all talk when it came to lip-locking." Dick cackled at the sour look he received.
"...and...?" Wally grumbled, curious nonetheless.
Dick shrugged.
"Oh, hell no. You did not just shrug at my smooching skills."
"In your defence, I had the element of surprise." He gave a flick of his wrist to dismiss the shocked expression Wally was donning. "You didn't exactly get a chance to respond."
Wally never really thought things over, especially not this kind of thing. Not even ohmygodamIgoingtokissmybestf riend. Nope, he just went ahead and lunged, placing his hand confidently on the curve at the back of Dick's neck and brushing their lips together. He planted little pecks on him before opening his mouth, coaxing his friend's to sit ajar as well. Even though the idea of what the hell was happening was beginning to sink in, his tongue pushed forward, withdrew, then darted back and massaged Dick's teasingly. He hadn't kissed anyone like that in a long time.
Art and him... It wasn't a surprise when she told him it was over. They hadn't been doing the same heated making-out that they'd began with, though that was to be expected as the honeymoon-phase wore thin, but she practically gagged at his advances for physical interaction.
Dick, however, seemed to enjoy it. And that made Wally happy in return.
"Wally, Wally..."
He jerked back once again, his mouth tingling. Dick's cheeks were fresh with a pink tinge, lips plumper than usual. Oh, fuck, what had they just done? Dick blinked.
"S-see?" Wally said. "Not that bad."
"No." Dick swallowed. He ran a hand through his hair. "Definitely not."
The red-head sighed. "I'm sorry, Dick. I didn't mean to let it get that far."
"In for a penny, in for a pound," Dick laughed awkwardly.
The silence was totally not comfortable. Toes twitching, Wally dug his nails into the cushion beneath him.
"Do you want to...?"
"Yeah."
It wasn't as thoughtless this time, less impulsive for sure, but Wally got Dick on his back and held him tight, relishing in the human heat that was close to his chest as kisses were dotted down Dick's throat. He'd missed this... cuddliness, the embrace of another person, the hands at the small of his back. Blondie had never been a fan of softness – for her, it was rough or nothing.
With his body's reawakened memory came the automatic want to lock a thigh between the other's legs and grind their hips. Dick gave out a surprised gasp-yelp which brought Wally back to reality.
"Shit, sorry. I wasn't thinking."
Dick rolled his eyes and pushed Wally into the arm of the sofa. "Stop it. Stop apologizing."
"I... um... Sorry."
Once again rolling those orbs of speckled blue, Dick straddled the seventeen-year-old and pressed their packages together, shimmying, rubbing them enough to send soft tendrils of pleasure up Wally's spine, but not enough to get him off.
Their breathing was hoarse and wet, their kisses even more so.
"How did you get so good at this?" he asked, that freckled grin sitting so perfectly on his features.
"Zatanna and I didn't just cuddle, Wally."
"Uh-huh. I guessed as mu-"
Dick clearly didn't want to venture into the subject of his ex, the Team's one and only magician. Not much was known as to what stumped their road to happiness because nobody asked and nobody told. Rumours circulated with no evidence to back them up, so the two simply left everyone to make their minds up by themselves.
The Boy Wonder's heel dug into Wally's calf, forcing it to press less delicately. It felt different. Wally briefly wondered if Dick was that easy to turn on.
The answer came as said boy paused, mumbling something under his breath. Wally's eyes fluttered open as fingers gripped his shirt.
"Do you want to stop?"
"Wally, I... I'm really hard right now," he murmured gingerly, a good few shades more flushed than before. As if to demonstrate, the teen brought himself away from the elder's throat and sat back on his heels, knees wide apart, sending Wally's eyes straight to his jeaned, majorly-tented crotch.
"There's no way that's comfortable," he commented. Wow. He did that? Revelling in this new-found confidence despite the whole situation, Wally shot up a smile. "Show me."
He bit his lip as Dick pinched the zipper, tentatively drawing it down. The form in Dick's pants was a little different than expected – a little bigger than expected. It'd been spotted by the speedy teen in the changing rooms a couple of times after particularly messy missions, but he'd never seen another dude's trouser-snake actually erect.
And he still hadn't. Not really. A wet blotch became apparent where Dick's arousal was fighting the confinement of his cotton briefs and Wally tested some hesitant rubbing over the fabric – made Dick inhale sharply. Wally would kill to hear that noise again.
It was a dual effort—Dick pushing his jeans' waistband down to one-third of his thighs, Wally undoing the buttons of his underwear—and then everything was exposed and Wally was staring. There was a brief moment before the blood in Dick's cheeks decided to flood his whole face, torching him like a forest fire.
"I could go to the bathroom," he suggested quietly. Embarrassment filled his gut.
Wally shook his head reassuringly, trailing fingertips up the sensitive skin. Dick shuddered. Nails scraping on the arm of the chair at either side of Wally's head, he chuckled.
"Tease much? Not that I mind." He looked down through half-lidded eyes. "This... This feels pretty good, actually."
Keeping his touches light—the red-head knew first-hand how humiliating it could be to finish a little too early—Wally sat up to catch Dick fully on the mouth. Practise with Zatanna had done good, he decided. Even as he shuddered when Wally's fingers wrapped around his shaft and started moving with a little more force, Dick still managed to add nips and sucking on Wally's lips, on his ears, on his neck.
"Th-the love-bites..." he whispered. "Your healing means they don't last."
Wally's whole body stuttered. "Love-bites? Dick, I don't..."
"Ah, s-sorry," he laughed quietly. "Zat-tanna and I n-never liked the word hickey. It sounds so vulgar."
Huh. Wally'd never thought of it like that.
Dick choked back each sound between his teeth—"Someone might hear us."—and continued to thrust unevenly into Wally's hand. It wasn't the same pressure as with a girl, because this was his friend – his best friend. That meant doing whatever he felt like doing.
That meant doing whatever felt good.
He wanted to fall forward, to completely succumb to the feeling of Wally, who was eager to please yet still scared he was taking it too far. Instead Dick settled for bucking twice, searing Wally's tongue with a chesty groan that tore from his throat and was immediately swallowed by the ginger. His balls were tight, his chest the same, with far too much pleasure to continue pounding through his body. He needed release and he needed it soon – now.
Drawing away hastily, Dick realised he'd been too late to prevent a mess – he closed his eyes, mouth agape.
Wally had only ever made Artemis come once. With oral. And vibrations. While she'd cried out in a heated voice he almost hadn't recognized, there was intensity to the silence Dick fought for as the orgasm filled his body. The sheer control was reason enough to be amazed, but then there was his face and that made Wally gulp.
White streams spurted from the slit on the tip of his cock as he jolted through it. Wally watched in awe and anticipation as Dick slapped a hand over his mouth as though he could trap the hisses of "Wally!" and "Fuck!"
After allowing a little time to let the air simmer, Wally smiled gently. "That looked like fun."
"Your shirt," Dick breathed. There were still ripples on his lips. Light pants shuddered through the darkness. "I'm sorry – I kinda came on it." Wally shrugged and, like before, both boys helped remove the item of clothing completely, straightening Dick's out and waiting. There wasn't much light in the room now, but there didn't need to be to make the glowing pink obvious across Dick's cheeks. As he slumped down between Wally's lean, parted thighs, his fingers feathered over his friend's fly. The black-haired teenager swallowed and tried to scramble some confidence onto his features. "Should I return the favour?"
Wally barely let it be considered. All it took was a nod for Dick to climb forward, press the other's lips to his own, a hand tweaking cautiously at one of Wally's nipples.
"You have a freckle right here," he grinned against Wally's jaw. Dick kissed it. "And here, on your chest." It was a bedroom voice that made Wally twitch. He kissed that one, too. The younger boy moved a little to the left, taking the stiff nub between his teeth and breathing outward onto it.
Dick was creating a bruising trail and they both knew it was a no-exit road.
The replaced palm moved down, slid over the denim-clad front of Wally's jeans, squeezed a little.
And, for once, the speedster who never knew when not to smart-mouth had nothing to say. He didn't want to think about his broken heart. He didn't want to think about the fact that he was getting off with a dude. He just wanted to lie back and enjoy the way all that rubbing felt.
"Now," he breathed.
"Now?"
"Mm," Wally confirmed.
Dick hurried to unbutton him, to take away the discomfort of the layers holding back his erection. The Boy Wonder could hack into security sensors without a single problem in under a minute, but he took his time with Wally. Sat patiently, stroking, coaxing his length to swell with blood and harden between his palms.
Wally responded with light, easy rolls of his hips to get the rhythm just right. It wasn't like with Artemis, who knew all the places and techniques to make Wally beg. Dick was experimental; he frequently changed grips, hands, positions and pressures. He eventually decided to situate himself with biting the freckled ear, pumping generously.
Then he slowed and Wally didn't even bother to open his eyes.
"Wally."
"Mm?"
"We're going to sit a different way now."
That made him slump. Moving was totally not on the table.
"Why, Dick? It's comfy like this."
"Because... Because I want to suck you off, okay?"
If the words didn't excite him, the concept definitely did; Wally eagerly followed Dick's directions, straddling him with his stiff, swollen member sitting in front of Dick's nose. It wasn't small, but Dick swallowed nervously, gave it a couple of strokes, then directed it into his mouth. Wally gasped and his friend drew his head back, lapping around the sides and base.
His warm tongue, the smooth swipes, made Wally's nuts clench. Damn, it shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Someone should have told that to the moan that escaped him, or the trembles that shook through his thighs as Dick dragged the backs of his nails between them. Everything about it growled wrong except for the feeling that screamed right. That was his best friend – his partner in crime (not literally, of course) – his bro, and he was getting his cock sucked by said best friend, partner in crime and bro.
Despite the inner peril that struck lightning in his mind, Wally groaned (again) and rocked his hips. Dick... Dick was deep-throating him, and the sight alone made him tingle in a special way. It wasn't perfect, but it was still a blowjob. His first, at that, since Artemis had refused—on the grounds that his vibrating would make her sick—to go down on him.
Dick doesn't seem to mind, he thought with a pissed-off tone. The raw heat on his skin was fantastic, and Art sure hadn't complained about the buzzing when the tables were turned.
Stop it, West. Dick doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve to be... doing things for you while you think of some chick...
Some chick you still have the hots for, mind you.
"How's this?" the younger teen asked, flicking his tongue over Wally's slit.
The best answer was a toss of his head, the word "Good" managing to make its way out among the other garble being whispered at super-speed. Dick held his naked hip, slowing the ultra-fast bucks that he wasn't truly prepared for. The back of his throat, even his gag reflex could take it, but not his neck. Wally seemed to understand, lowering himself as Dick wrapped his hand around his erection that leaked pre-come to press their lips together again. Wally was panting and close, the movements of his mouth tragically automatic. Dick snorted, hoisting him back up and sealing that lovely mouth back around just the head, thumb sneaking towards that super-sensitive area right behind Wally's balls.
He finished with a force that made Dick cough as cum hit the back of his throat. His butt landed in Dick's lap, breathing shallowly and quickly. It was the only thing that kept their minds from wondering into the silence, into the consequences of their actions.
No, they didn't give themselves a chance to think, instead climbing into the comfort that was Dick's zillion-dollar bed, wrapping up in the covers together. Like it was just another sleepover. Like nothing out-of-the-ordinary had ever happened that evening.
"Never got to try the video game," Wally mumbled into the soft, midnight-black hair at the nape of his friend's neck.
"I think... I liked our other activity a little better."
Wally just grunted.
He didn't want to think about it.