Dick Grayson was tired. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. Sound familiar? Well, this time, Dick just wanted to take a shower without having to hear his loud neighbor singing polka renditions of Ke$ha. Dick cuts his shower short once he realized the singing is giving him a headache. He grabs the closest towel to him, to cover his bare bum, on his couch as he passes by a Damian contemplating exactly how Santa manages to get past all his security every year.
Dick bangs on West's door for a good two minutes before he turns to leave. As he walks away, said ginger opens his door to get a flash of Grayson's superior ass. After thirty seconds, Wally realizes he was staring at where Grayson retreated, and decided to go take a cold shower. Because it was summer and he was scalding. Definitely not because he was slightly turned on or anything. At least that's what he told himself as he walked to the bathroom.
Another riveting day of coding/hacking his neighbor's computer for Dick Grayson. He figures that he'd better get all his coding needs out of the way now before the school years starts. Once he starts grading tests, say goodbye to any fun. Dick was actually moving at a steady pace, for once. That is, until a horrendous shriek from West's room stopped his typing. Dick stared at the wall in slight concern. For a bit, nothing happened and as he was about to start again, yet another loud noise resonated through the walls. Apparently, his neighbor was obnoxiously 'singing'.
Wanting just some quiet downtime, Dick went over to West's apartment to give the redhead a piece of his mind. Neither hell nor high water would stop him this time, so Dick skipped all formalities and barged right into West's unlocked apartment. Storming into the kitchen, Dick stopped to take in his surroundings. There West was with his back to him. Dawned only in a hot pink apron with white lace trimmings and perky bow ties. West was butt naked leaning over a mixture of what could only be cookie batter. West seemed to finish his god awful song that he was squawking on before. Now he seemed to be humming and slowly swaying his hips side-to-side.
Entranced by the view, Dick continued to stare as he sat down. Wally started to softly sing his own rendition of "Can't Help Fallin in Love" by Elvis and Dick, so caught up in the raw beauty of the whole scene unfolding, couldn't do anything but stare and just soak everything in. Wally's voice was smooth and quiet as he swayed his perked cheeks, taunting the infatuated Dick behind him.
Dick began to blush. Who knew Wally had so many cute freckles along his back or how red his hair actually was or just how captivating and beautiful he could be. Dick struggled not to sing along with Wally for it would ruin the scene. Yet at the same time, Dick wanted him to turn around. He wanted to see how his face looked, his eyes kind, his smile mesmerizing. Oh, how he so wanted to see that.
Dick didn't quite know when Wally stopped singing or when he turned around, but he did hear the clatter of the bowl and a loud gasp, knocking Dick out of his trance
"I just…, "Dick started,"I just wanted to know if I could borrow… salt! Yeah, some salt! I'm all out."
"A-ah...okay…" Wally fumbled to get a cup of salt for Dick without showing anything. Normally Wally would be screaming or throwing Dick out the door, but something about Dick's face was off. "H-here...now could you leave?"
By this time, Dick composed himself and spoke before Wally could yell at him. "Thanks. And nice singing. Your apron clashes with your hair, though." he said coolly trying to play down the situation. Then simply walked out the door.
HELLO MY LOVELY BIRBS! Here is the newest rendition of How to love your neighbor! Sorry it's super duper short :( ! We are trying to post another chapter asap! Enjoy.
Back in his room, Dick started breathing heavily, trying to get the picture of Wal- no West out of his head. Dick did not want to see Wally after that...he'd probably only stare at his gorgeous butt. The only comfort he could find was that when summer was over, he would have eight hours West free five days a week.
A week passed for Wally since what he dubbed "the apron fiasco of 2015", and just as he started to forget the incident even happened, he stumbled upon a green apron on his doormat with a note saying, "This one matches your eyes better."
"Oh my god," Wally groaned, "My neighbor is such a dick…" But there was no bite behind his words. Instead, in their place, a dorky grin was plastered to his face and his fluttering heart tried to all but jump out of his chest.
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