Yeah, second chapter already! The next one might take longer, I don't really know how I want to transition. BUT! Hopefully I can give you guys something within the next week :D Thanks for all of you who have read this. Enjoy!

UPDATE: I reworked this chapter and a few later ones, just a few tweaks with grammar and such, nothing really with the plot.

After much deep breathing, Robin was finally able to walk again without feeling like he was on a boat. His knees supported him to his room and he lay down on his bed, face up this time.

He hadn't meant to kiss Wally. Not that he regretted it, he thought as his body responded again. No regret whatsoever! But that hadn't been his intention going in. Robin had just wanted to talk to Wally, get his advice, some help from his best friend.

BAM!

Something hit his door HARD. Robin bolted up, ready for a fight. But when he looked through the peephole, he saw Kid on the floor. He opened the door quickly.

Wally was on the ground on his back, hands to his nose, cursing.

"Why didn't your door open?" he asked, but it sounded more like "Bwy ddn't jour duur bopen?"

Robin held back a laugh at the sound of Wally's voice and held out a hand. His stomach did a little flip when he touched Wally's hand and pulled him up.

"I—I locked it, sorry." Robin turned around and led Wally back into his room, perching lightly on the edge of the bed like his namesake.

Wally followed and plopped down heavily a few feet away from Robin. He was poking his nose, his voice back to normal when he said: "Yeah, well next time you might want to tell me. I wasn't expecting it to be locked. Next time you'll get a doctor's bill," Wally joked.

They both knew full well that he would never need a doctor for something as simple as hitting his nose on a door too hard. There were far more dangerous things that could hurt him.

Silence. A silence so heavy you could feel it, feel it pressing into your lungs and just trying to wring out words, a sounds, anything to fill the svoid.

"I just want-"

"About earlier-"

They both stopped, Robin rubbing his left elbow nervously with his right hand, Wally rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, you go ahead," they both said. They were normally really good at saying things at the same time, and at any other time it would have been cool, fun, high-five-we're-awesome-let's-celebrate. But now it just needed to stop. They had to talk about this.

"You first," Robin sighed.

"No, you first," Wally said, his eyes challenging Robin to defy him. Robin couldn't look at him for more than 5 seconds without feeling the turning in his stomach and he eventually looked away, huffing out a loud breath.

"Umm, fine." He glared at Wally. "About earlier…about the-the—"

Robin blushed. Oh God, he blushed? This couldn't be happening. Wally just stared at him, not making this any easier or less embarrassing. And he just blushed deeper. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"About what happened earlier," he said, afraid to say the words, afraid that they would make Wally balk and take off running out the door. He couldn't feel the way Robin did, could he?

"Why don't you just say it?" Wally asked, clearly enjoying Robin's anguished expression.

"Fine! Fine," Robin said, huffing again. "About the kiss! When you kissed me. When you, Wally West, kissed me D—me. When you kissed me. My first and only kiss to date. Clear enough for you now?" he asked flippantly.

He tried to stay angry at him but when Wally smiled, an effortlessly sexy smile, he just couldn't do it. Robin smiled too.

"Yeah, that's good enough for me," Wally said, laughing. Robin laughed too, one or two quick nervous syllables, before looking back at Wally.

"Look, Wally, I didn't come to you just for that," he sighed out.

Wally cocked an eyebrow as if to say "You wanted more?" and Robin thought-for a second-that he saw something flash through his green eyes, but then it was gone.

"Not like that, you perv!" Robin laughed at he hit Wally upside the head. "Not like that! I—I just wanted to talk. I needed someone to ask what I should do about the whole "spin the bottle" thing, see if maybe you had any ideas about how I could get out of it. But—"

"I'm sorry," Wally interrupted him, "I didn't mean to kiss you either." Suddenly Wally found his shoe laces enthralling and refused to look at Robin. "It was just…a decision I made really fast and I—I—you looked so small, so sad! I just couldn't stand seeing you like that, Rob! You're my best friend and…and I want you to be happy."

Wally finally looked at Robin, stared right into his eyes behind the mask and Robin felt his stomach do jumping jacks and flips as he thought about what Wally said. A pity kiss?

"That's why I came here to apologize, give you a "free pass" to not count this as your first kiss. And I'll make up something for you to tell everyone so you can get out of it. Like," Wally jumped up and started pacing, going back and forth faster and faster as he was talking. "Like Batman called and he wanted his protégé back! Or you needed to go investigate something for me, some major thing with all kinds of technology only you could hack. Or something! But then you can save your first official kiss for a time when you're…ready, when you'll actually enjoy it, when—"

Robin stood up so quickly that, even as fast as he was, Wally didn't notice and ran into him. They stood face to face, Wally's hands braced on Robin's shoulders, Robin's hands on Wally's chest. They were close, so close together! And it made Robin's head swim. But Wally didn't move away and neither did he.

"Why would you think I didn't like it?" he said, panicked. Did Wally not enjoy it? Oh god, don't let that be the case. It really had been a pity kiss? What if it was because he wasn't a good kisser? How was Robin supposed to be a good kisser if it was his first kiss? Had he done something wrong? What—

"I just..I mean, it was with me. Not that I've ever gotten any complaints," Wally beamed a little, his voice a bit cocky, "but I'm sure you didn't want to-"

"Stop. Don't talk," Robin said, moving his arm up to place a finger over Wally's lips to shut him up.

BAD IDEA. Wally's lips felt warm and soft under Robin's finger and he could feel Wally's every breath on his hand. Robin traced his bottom lip with his thumb and he felt Wally's breath sped up and his tongue flick out to lick the same path that Robin had just traced.

"Wally," Robin sighed, "I—I—I enjoyed it." He was sure he was blushing furiously but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Wally's face or–-gulp!-his lips. "I enjoyed it a lot." Forget if it was a pity kiss, Robin wanted another one.

"Really?" Wally breathed against Robin's finger, his tongue poking out again to lick his lips and, partially, Robin's finger. Robin held back a groan. "Me too," Wally whispered. "I was afraid you wouldn't…that you wouldn't think that I cared."

"Oh, Wally," Robin said, still tracing Wally's lip with his finger. Wally whimpered and leaned into the touch. Robin smiled. "Wally, I know you care about me as much as I care about you. Which is a lot," Robin mumbled.

Wally smiled down at him.

"KF, I couldn't have chosen someone better to be my first kiss. Or my second."

Before he could over-think the situation, Robin reached up and kissed Wally again. Both of them started out with their mouths closed this time (because this hadn't interrupted a conversation) and their tongues stayed apart. It was soft and sweet, just a press of lips against each other, of breaths shared, of closed eyes. But to Robin it was bliss.

He pulled back and opened his eyes behind his mask to see Wally just opening his eyes. Green eyes met hidden blue ones and they both breathed out a small, shaky breath.

Robin smiled up at Wally and Wally leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. "So…" he began, but Wally's voice was husky and uncooperative. It made Robin sooo excited to kiss him again, maybe do even more, but not now, patience, wait. He waited as Wally cleared his throat. "So does this mean that I can be your third kiss too?"

Robin laughed, a genuine, lilting laugh that was swallowed up when Wally's lips met his for the third time that day.