UGH. I'm really sorry for taking so long but things have been a little complicated on my end. I'll try compensating by posting two chapters instead of just one this week :)

The song for this chapter is Make it stop by Rise against. If you know the song (or bother listening to it) the beginning of this chapter will make total sense x3

I know this chapter is a little creepy but cut me some slack, I'm a sex writer not a normal one, I suck at everything without horny boys in the middle :p

Thanks for the patience!

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When I stepped on school grounds the next morning, I knew something was up. The school was freakishly silent. I looked over to one girl and I thought I saw pity in her eyes. Seeing that in this place was so not good. I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder, and turned to face the jock, Eddie, that Robin had punched out.

"West, follow us," He whispered into my ear as another one of his buddies from the football team named Jake wrapped an arm around my neck.

I knew it wasn't going to end well, but I really didn't see much of an option given how many people were staring. They led me into one of the old sports sheds where another Johnny was sitting on the gym mats with a camera in hand. That was probably what that girl pitied me for. Eddie pushed me to the floor, and his buddies laughed, circling me. The one with the camera hopped down and got close, nearly shoving the camera in my face.

"Come on, smile for the camera!" he teased as he played with the zoom.

I sighed and stood back up, turning to the door, when a fourth guy, Jesse grabbed me by the upper arms and kicked me in the back of my knees, making me face Eddie.

"Look West, we're feeling generous. Since you like guys so much, we figured we'd give you a little treat," He said, cupping my chin in his sweaty hands.

I clenched my hands into fists and took a deep breath. Like I said, not good.

He moved closer to me, pressing against me, and in an instant I felt his lips press hard against mine. I turned my face and spat on the floor, then turned to look at him in disgust.

"What the hell was that?"

Eddie laughed and held my face again, letting one of his hands dance down my stomach to cup me.

Oh hell fucking no. I clamped my thighs against his hand and shot him a dirty glare.

"Hands off the merch," I forced out.

He stared at me curiously and began rubbing me through my pants which, go figure, did nothing for me.

"You're already hard West?" He asked in a delighted tone.

"No, I'm big, get it right dumb ass."

He looked to me and back to my junk a few times in disbelief before he shook his head.

"Liar…we'll see just how big you are," He replied, opening my pants and slipping them down to the middle of my thighs, gasping when he saw I wasn't lying.

"Holy shit!" He cried out, the others' reactions mimicking his.

He reached out to touch me again and I snapped. That did it. I threw my body weight towards the floor; bringing Jesse down with me, and hit the back of my head against his forehead. Thankfully, I was hard headed in every sense of the word. Sadly, can't say the same for him. Once he was down and out, Johnny dropped his equipment and hauled ass along with Jake, leaving Eddie and me to figure the rest out.

He clenched his jaw and flew at me, pushed me up against the wall, and tried to kiss me again. I had no idea what his problem was, but I was done with being the punching bag for his repressed homosexual tendencies.

I pushed him back and grabbed him by the collar, sending his back into the wall.

"Look. I don't know or care what your problem is. If you're bi-curious, you could try taking Jake dinner and a movie first. Either way: Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me," I said, slipping my hand from his collar to his throat.

He squirmed under my hand and pushed me away, falling to his knees with a loud thud. I fixed my pants back into place and he stood to face me again, smirking

"So tell me, does your boyfriend like you having such a huge cock? Does he get on his knees to suck it? Is he good with that pretty little mouth of his?" He asked, inching closer again.

Whatever was previously holding me back broke and I flipped on the guy, throwing him to the floor and landing punch after punch against his face. I didn't have a drop of mercy in me, even when I heard something crunching or even when I saw his blood splattering across my hand, arm, and shirt. It wasn't until I heard something ringing that my hands stopped. I fell back on my ass and looked in horror at his bloodied face. What the hell had I just done?

x—x

I sat in the hall outside the principal's office staring at my blood soaked hands and sighed. I hadn't killed him, but I was sure he'd be alone until he was at least thirty or rich (whichever came first) with that face. I'm pretty sure that was a face not even a mother could love.

I figured they'd called my parents by then, which to me was going to be hilarious. My parents would probably tell them to screw themselves or something equally vulgar. They'd never waste a moment of their time to see why I bashed some kid's face beyond recognition. But if they weren't coming….I knew who was, and I dreaded it more than words could express.

A hand sat on my shoulder and my stomach sank to the floor. I looked up to see not only one of my worst nightmares but two of them standing there with angry scowls.

"Uncle Barry, Bruce…"

"We are talking about this l-" Bruce began, but Uncle Barry cut him off with a scream.

"What's wrong with you! You don't walk around punching people bloody!"

I sighed and nodded.

They disappeared into the principal's office for what felt like hours, until they re-emerged with somewhat softened expressions followed by the principal and the camera. The camera…they saw the whole thing…crap. Uncle Barry knew…this wasn't going to sit well with him…

Bruce tossed the tape into my hands and gave me a once over with his eyes before leaving. Uncle Barry sat next to me and sighed, looking down at his feet.

"Uncle Barry, I wanted to tell you I'm-" He held his hand up and sighed again.

"Wally, nothing excuses what you did. You know that you out of everyone should have a little more self-control than that. I don't care if he was talking about…anyone that way; you have a responsibility to react better than that. You're not allowed the luxury of being a normal kid; you made that choice when you decided to follow me," He said, turning his blue eyes on me.

"Uncle Barry, I'm sorry…I don't even know what happened… and about the reason all of this happened….I wanted to tell you, but I don't know how to walk up to my aunt's husband, the guy I pretty much look up to, and say 'HEY! Guess what? I'm gay for my best friend!'"

He frowned and shook his head. "I don't care Wally; this is something I can't just look away from. Spring break is in four days, you've been suspended for three. I'm telling your parents that it's starting now, since they don't seem to care anyway, and you're going to stay with me. For the days you're suspended and seven out of the fourteen days of your break, you're grounded. No games, no seeing Rob, no Rob seeing you, no anything other than sitting in the guest room and thinking about the consequences for the way you've acted today. Take that tape with you. You're going to watch the part where you beat him bloody until you can tell me the appropriate response for this situation," He finished, looking somewhat hurt.

"I really am sorry…Do you…hate me now?" I asked nervously, doing my best not to vibrate right through the chair out of pure nervousness.

"No Wally. Of course not. I may not love the choice you made, but I do love you. I'm here aren't I?" He said, trying to smile.

"Yeah but…I'm gay."

"Last I saw on the birth certificate, it said Wallace Rudolph West. I don't know where you read gay in there, but I think you might need your eyes checked." He replied, way too flatly for his normal self.

"No, Uncle Barry, my sexual orientation is gay," I mumbled.

"I know. But you are not gay. You are Wally; gay is an aspect of your lifestyle. Can't say I didn't see it coming, but I guess I kinda figured you and your best friend have been closer than normal friends should be since you were like, fifteen," He replied.

I looked at him in confusion for a bit before replying.

"Uhm. Thanks for understanding but…I didn't know myself until his birthday when it was kind of shoved in my face. Whatever was off about our friendship until then was completely unintentional."

He arched an eyebrow and shifted his body away from mine.

"You're kidding?" He asked in disbelief.

"No. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Wally…I have a few black mail pictures I might have taken that I think you might finally be ready to see…" He replied nervously.

x—x

After we'd gotten some of my things from my house, Uncle Barry and I sat on his couch with laptop in hand.

"This is so not cool," I whined, crossing my arms.

"Sorry, but these were too priceless to pass up, especially considering the fact that you were dating a girl around the time I took these," He replied, clicking the first one open.

The first one was innocent enough; I'd fallen asleep on the toilet reading. Wouldn't be the first time that had happened. Then the next few ones were, well, not so innocent. There was one of Rob's thighs tangled into mine with my hand was resting on his ass. Then there was another where I was spooning him with my hand up his shirt, which I frowned at. These were back from when I was with Linda, so why the hell was I holding him like that? The next few were variations of the spooning pose and/or drooling on something, until he hesitantly pressed the button flipping to the final picture.

I felt my jaw drop and glared at Uncle Barry.

"I'm sure you owning this is illegal in at least forty-nine out of fifty states!" I hissed. (I would have said every state, but California is a pretty questionable state when it comes to morals if you ask me).

Uncle Barry shrugged and got up, leaving me to stare at the picture. I had absolutely no idea when it was taken, but Rob was getting an earful about it later. I was asleep, clearly sporting a hard on, and Rob had his hand over it, eyes closed, biting his lower lip and blushing. His other hand was clearly in his pants, and something tells me his balls weren't itchy.

Was I that much of a deep sleeper? How many times did Rob feel me up when I was sleeping before we were together? I felt kinda violated. I picked up my phone and looked to see at least seven missed calls. I sighed and hit the call button over his name. It barely even got a chance to ring before he answered.

"Wally, are you ok?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah Dick, fine. Can't say the same for his face though," I replied, staring back at the picture on the screen.

Once I got past the weirdness factor, it was kinda hot.

"Look, we gotta talk about some things…" I mumbled.

"Oh…uh right. Go ahead," He whispered back.

"Relax, I'm not breaking up with you…I like you too much for that, but dude, how long were you feeling me up in my sleep before we were together?"

The phone was silent for a moment before he sighed and replied. "You're not going to tell me what you're talking about, are you?"

"Dude, I am looking at a picture of the last time we stayed over Uncle Barry's house and I'm asleep with your hand over my boner,with the other hand in your pants dealing with your own. What gives?"

"Oh. That…that was the only time that ever happened… and why is there a picture of it?" He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"Blackmail from Uncle Barry. Don't ask, I'm just as freaked and – wait- why did you do it anyway?"

He groaned and I heard something thump against the phone. I'm going to assume he flopped back in his bed.

"I woke up, you were well…hard and I kinda got curious and horny. You tend to have that effect on me, sorry," He mumbled.

I closed my eyes and imagined the blush on his face. I wanted to see it so badly, but I knew I couldn't…which led to the next part of the conversation.

"Dude, I'm grounded for the next ten days…"

I heard him inhale sharply and let out a shaky breath into the mouthpiece.

"I'll come see you," He offered.

"Not allowed. You can't come here, I can't go there. I can go to the bathroom, kitchen and back."

"Wally…" He whimpered pitifully.

"I know…I'm sorry, this is my fault. I should have controlled myself better…"

"Tell me what happened," He demanded in a cool, calculating tone.

That tone means "tell me what happened so I know whose skin I'm after". No dice.

"No bro, just let it go. I messed this up enough."

He sighed and we just lay there in total silence for a while before finally wishing each other a good night and hanging up.

x—x

It had been four days since I'd seen Rob and I was driving myself up a wall. I thought people were exaggerating when they said they were sex addicts. People of the internet, never again will I question you. After four consecutive wet dreams where I had Rob in all kinds of positions and places, I woke up to a hard on that just wouldn't go away.

Thankfully I was home alone during my grounding, which made it much less awkward. Uncle Barry knew I wasn't stupid enough to do something as stupid as running out of there, especially since I promised I wouldn't, but it was getting painfully hard to keep that promise, every sense of that pun intended.

By the time it was eight, I gave into the pain and pushed my sweatpants down, hissing at how much it hurt when my boxers brushed across the tip. I wrapped my fingers around the base and slowly brought them up, sighing in relief as I shut my eyes. I began moving my hand but froze when I felt another hand wrap around mine. My eyes quickly opened and I was face to face with a very familiar grin and the scent of Wally-nip.

"Dick…"

My voice was way huskier and lower than I'd imagined and he seemed to notice, giving me a wicked smile.

"Miss me?" He asked, pulling the blanket off of my lap and taking its place.

"Mmm. Yeah…"

He gave me a curious look and traced his tongue across the front of my neck, causing my body to erupt in a violent shiver.

"You're almost as bad as I am," He whispered, bringing my hand between his legs.

I buried my face in his neck, placing light kisses across his jaw as my hand gently moved back and forth across the hard flesh under his tights. Tights? He was in costume?

"Dude, you're on patrol?" I hissed out, frowning.

"Yeah, so stop talking and start kissing," He replied, pressing his lips hungrily to mine.

I bit down gently on his lips and pulled back.

That would have been a great time to notice the door opening and closing, but for some reason unknown to me, sexy acrobats with their hands down my pants were far more attention demanding than a measly door.

"Look, I want you, I swear -you can see that – but I really don't wanna get in any more trouble with Uncle Barry…. Please?" I whimpered.

I really, really wanted him, but I also really, really wanted Uncle Barry to trust me again.

"I know I'm being selfish, I'm sorry…. I just… He and grandma are all I got; I don't want them to hate me…" I whispered pitifully.

He nodded and I fixed my pants.I grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

He sat on me for a moment longer before moving to crawl off of me, then he froze and cringed.

"Not bad Robbie! Only took you mere milliseconds to realize I was here. I'm sure Bats would be proud… had you not just broken into my house," Uncle Barry teased as heturned on the light.

I sighed and buried my face in my hands.

"Rob, there's an extra toothbrush under the sink, borrow some of Wally's clothes. Bats knows you're here. He knows you better than you think buddy. He said you were out of focus all day today and I don't think Wally even ate. Clearly keeping you two apart isn't punishment, it's just counterproductive. He shouldn't be starving to death and you shouldn't be stepping on Bats' cape," Uncle Barry said with a sigh.

Rob stepped on Bats' cape? Never thought I'd see the day. (Bats really doesn't like it when people step on his holy cape of darkness, he about murders them in their sleep over it. In my opinion it's his own damned fault for having it be so long, but whatever).

With a nod, Uncle Barry shut the door and Rob sighed, pulling his domino mask off.

"We need to work on controlling ourselves," He mumbled, sitting on the foot of the bed with his knees to his chest.

"I know… This is crazy dude. I'm punching people, you're stepping on Bats' sacred cape… and we can't stay away from each other. I didn't even realize I hadn't eaten today until Uncle Barry pointed it out. I'm not even hungry dude…all I want is you…" I whispered pitifully.

"Yeah, it's kinda crazy. I thought people were exaggerating about this being in love stuff, but no joke, it's scary," He whispered, burying his face into his knees.

I stood up and sat next to him, pulling him under my arm. I wanted to say that I loved him but I couldn't. It still wouldn't come out, and I was so pissed at myself for that. He needed me to say it; he needed to know he wasn't alone in feeling like this. I sighed and pulled at my hair, shutting my eyes tightly in frustration. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I say it? Three stupid words! I love him! I more than love him so why couldn't I freaking say it?

I took his hand in mine and gave it three short squeezes. He looked up at me through glassy eyes and looked down at our hands.

"What is it Wally?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"Dude, I wanna say it… but it freezes in my throat! It just dies before it reaches my mouth. I do feel that way about you and since I can't verbally say it, I'll say it like that. Each squeeze is one of the three words. That way you'll know I'm saying it until the block in my throat goes away…" I mumbled out, somewhat embarrassed.

"And what if you can't touch me?" He asked, the corner of his lip turning into a half smile.

I made my hand into a fist and held it up for him to see.

"You're going to punch more people? " He asked, frowning.

"No Boy Wonder, the human heart is about the size of a fist. This is a very figurative representation of the feeling," I said, giving him a smile of my own.

He lifted his hand, made it into a fist, and pressed it into mine. "Gives it a new meaning, doesn't it?" He asked, staring at our hands in awe.

I nodded. "Yeah, kinda does."

I pulled him out of his ball and held him carefully against my chest, resting my cheek on the top of his head. He shifted and pulled me down gently for a chaste kiss before snuggling back into my chest. I slipped my hand back into his and gave it three squeezes before bringing it to my lips, nibbling on the tips of his fingers.

"Love you too," He whispered.

I moved my hands under his cape, pressing his chest to mine, and kneaded the flesh in his back with my fingertips. His whole posture told me he was upset. I stopped kneading his back and pulled his gloves off, then I got up and sat on the floor to work on his boots as he tugged off this cape and the upper half of his outfit. I stayed seated on the floor and rested my head on his thigh, tracing the contours of his calves through his tights.

"Are you okay dude? You're unusually quiet, even for you."

He nodded and began combing my hair down with his fingers.

"Just mad at myself for being so…thoughtless…I'm supposed to help Batman, not run off into the night to have sex," He mumbled dejectedly.

I bit my bottom lip to hold off the laugh that bubbled in my chest from that visual, and nodded in agreement.

"We need to totally come up with days for each erm, aspect, of our relationship or we're going to need to retire and just spend the rest of our lives in a bed having sex." (I don't think I would have minded too much but, eh, I don't think dying civvies would care for the idea).

He smirked, probably thinking the same thing as me, and gave me a quick kiss.

" So…Monday through Thursday, best, Friday through Sunday we do a boy-fuck combo?" He offered pensively, biting the corner of his bottom lip.

I didn't really like the idea of having sex only three times a week, but it beats the heck out of not functioning at all and Rob moping over stepped on capes.

"Cool. Let's try that. And can we make holidays weekends?"

He laughed and nodded, shoving me away from his thigh.

"I've created an addict," He grumbled as he got up to stretch.

My eyes flew to his ass and I unconsciously licked my lips. Those tights: must go. I got up and walked behind him, tugging on the waistband of the tights with a frown.

"Now KF? Seriously?" He asked, somewhat shocked.

"No! I mean. Not that I don't want it, but that's not what I'm asking. Just… put something else on. If I'm not asking for it yet, with those tights I soon will be."

His face flushed a bit and he mumbled something under his breath as he fumbled through my drawers for something. He tossed my Flash boxers on the bed along with one of my older, smaller sweatpants and snapped the drawer shut again.

"Should I buy more underwear? If you keep taking all of mine, I'm going to start going commando soon."

He rolled his eyes and sat on the bed, peeling off the tights.

"Yeah, because I'd be so against you going without underwear," He shot back sarcastically.

I pushed him back on the bed and pulled the tights the rest of the way off, tossing them over my shoulder as I gave him an amused smirk.

"If you want me to go without underwear, I don't mind man, just say so. I'm all for easy access," I whispered in his ear as I slipped my boxers on him.

He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at me. "You make it so hard to be just friends."

I beamed him a smile and tossed him the pants before walking out into the living room, joining Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris on the couch. Rob walked out wearing the sweats and a shirt, awkwardly joining us, and sat as far from me as the couch allowed. Uncle Barry gave him a disapproving look and poked his leg.

"I've seen you do worse, you can sit next to him," He teased, shoving Rob closer to me.

Rob's face turned red and he nodded, barely letting his leg touch mine. Uncle Barry kinda had a point. He had a picture of Rob offing himself while feeling me up, this was pretty tame in comparison. I pulled Rob onto my lap and nested my chin against his shoulder, turning my attention to the cartoon that was on. I did a mental happy dance realizing it was Tom and Jerry, and focused all of my attention completely on the show, oblivious to Rob's discomfort and Aunt Iris's amusement.

When it finally went to commercial, I turned to look at my aunt and uncle, and found that they both had their chins resting on their hands as they looked at me.

"What?" I asked defensively.

They both pointed to Rob, whose ears were bright red.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I asked, shifting him so that he was facing me.

"This is awkward. Can we not be all touchy feely in front of Barry?" He hissed in my ear, rubbing his temples.

Oh. I didn't think he'd care about that…

"Why does it matter?" I asked as he moved off of me to sit on the floor with his legs to his chest like they had been earlier.

"Just does. I don't like it," He mumbled, playing with a piece of the rug.

I sat, quietly pulling my own legs up on the couch and crossing them, and looked blankly at a wall. I didn't wanna admit that it hurt, but it did. My uncle accepted us, why was it a big deal? He didn't seem that nervous around Bats.

Aunt Iris placed a hand on my shoulder and motioned her head in his direction.

Talk to him- she mouthed out.

And say what? Just forget about it.- I mouthed back, getting up and shutting myself in the guest room, banging the door behind me.

I turned the light off and sat on the bed, leaning against the window. It's wasn't fair that he was embarrassed over nothing. It's not like I was kissing him or holding his hand. If anything, I should have been embarrassed:it was my damned idol, not his. I began chewing angrily on the inside of my cheek and let out an extended sigh. This was stupid. As good as it was having sex with him, I didn't like relationship battles. Couple fights blow (in the not good way). I sure as heck was not going to apologize or say anything. He needed to get over it, at least when we were with our families.

The door cracked open and he stepped in with his arms crossed, pushing the door closed with his foot.

"Real mature KF." he snapped.

"Yeah, because you're so mature! I forgot you're the overlord of maturity! Don't worry, I can be mature too, I'll just be embarrassed of you every chance I get and earn a goddamned Nobel prize for my maturity," I hissed

"I'm not embarrassed of you, well, unless you're acting like this. Then it's a whole other story," He retorted, not moving from his spot.

"Then why the big deal over sitting with me to watch TV? Not like I was touching you!"

"Dude, I don't wanna sit in front of The Flash on his nephew's lap! I don't like the idea of being intimate in front of the other members of the League!" He growled out.

"Seriously? You're embarrassed of what the League is going to say! I faced the Goddamned Batman after he caught us kissing in the shower. I introduced you to my conservative grandma that by some chance was okay with us, and I got kicked out of school for punching an idiot out for saying crap about you which forced me to come out to my uncle and idol. I have the tape sitting on my desk and I've had to watch myself be felt up by said idiot and then beat him to an inch of his life because you make me lose control of my emotions and you're worried about the LEAGUE?" I screamed out, fisting my hands as my body began shake.

"And for the record, I'm not in costume, neither are you, and neither is he. Right now I'm Wally, you're Dick, he's Barry, and we're on spring break at my uncle's house. Get. Over. It," I hissed out, turning completely away from him.

The room was totally silent, and I figured he'd probably left until I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

"I messed up, didn't I?" He murmured against my back.

"I don't know, you tell me. You're supposed to be the genius," I replied, removing his arms from my body.

"Wally…I didn't mean it like that, seriously. I just don't want your uncle seeing us any more intimate than he already has. Same goes for Bruce, it's awkward!" He cried out.

I stood up and walked over to the laptop on the table and flipped it open. I moved the mouse to get the screen on and showed him the picture Uncle Barry had taken.

"He's seen this, he saw us making out with your hand down my pants. Bats saw us kissing naked in the shower and knows we're having sex. I saw Bats bang Red Arrow and I won't even tell you how many times I've had to sleep in the living room because Uncle Barry was banging the bed into the wall. It happens dude. It's normal for them to know that we're not prudes. We don't have to flaunt that we have sex, but acting like we've never touched is ridiculous. When you live with certain people long enough, some things are to be expected; they expect us to act like boyfriends, because they seem to be under the same impression I am, that we are boyfriends."

Again more silence.

I felt him crawl onto my lap and looked down, unamused.

"Wally, we are boyfriends…I-can we just…try again? You're right. About everything…though you might wanna take a picture of this moment. First and last time this is ever happening," He teased, nuzzling his nose into my shoulder.

I took a deep breath and gave in, wrapping my arms around him. I wasn't thrilled with his attitude, but I can't seem to stay mad at him. Something I was sure I should probably work on. He stood up and pulled on my wrist, dragging me in direction of the door.

"Come on, we can still watch the last fifteen minutes of the show," He said, giving me a smile.

-Sigh- I was a total idiot for him. I got up and followed him to the living room, re-taking my seat on the couch. Uncle Barry gave me a knowing smile and stood, looking at me with his arms crossed.

"You gonna sit and watch TV like a normal person or do you want me to sit on your lap so you don't have another bitch fit?" He asked, moving his hands to his hips.

I smiled back and patted my lap invitingly.

"I dunno beautiful, think I'll absolutely die if you don't cuddle with me."

He snorted and both of us broke out laughing.

"Much better," Aunt Iris said, pulling Uncle Barry down to sit next to her again.

Rob crawled onto my lap and wrapped my arms around him, resting his head against mine. I nuzzled my nose into his cheek and resumed watching the cartoon.

"Cute," Uncle Barry whispered to Aunt Iris.

"Aren't they?" She replied with a snicker.

"I want one," He mumbled back.

At that point, Rob and I turned our attention to them.

"Oh?" I asked arching an eyebrow.

"I do!" he shot out, lifting his hands defensively.

"It's cool, just…keep the making-of process off the wall till I'm gone, kay?"

Aunt Iris turned bright red and Uncle Barry gave me a thumbs up before curling himself around Aunt Iris. I felt my stomach growl violently and placed my hand over, it looking down.

"Finally hungry?" Rob asked, crawling off my lap.

"I guess so," I replied, looking over expectantly at Aunt Iris, who was already getting up and was on her way to the kitchen.

"Barry, Rob?" She called back.

"No, I'm good," Uncle Barry replied.

"Same," Rob called back.

"Bull! Aunt Iris, make him some or he's going to try and steal mine. I'm not in the mood for another fight!"

Aunt Iris laughed and nodded as she began pulling things out of the fridge. I kissed the back of Rob's neck and sank into the couch, laying partially on my side against a pillow on the arm rest. Rob squirmed until I was spooning him, and rested his head back on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm loosely around his waist and yawned.

"You sure you two have only been together for a month?" Uncle Barry asked, turning on the couch cross-legged to face us.

"Yeah, why?"

He shook his head. "You were with that other girl for ages and I never saw you hold her like that," He said, somewhat accusingly.

"I guess," I replied, trying to cut the subject short.

"Wally?" He continued prodding.

I sighed and turned to face him better.

"Yes Uncle Barry, we are."

Both his eyebrows lifted and his mouth parted. "No way."

"Way."

Rob was looking between the both of us in confusion. "I know the two of you are not debating that, right Wally?" Rob hissed, nudging my stomach with his elbow.

"No way man!" Uncle Barry shot back leaning in closer.

"Rob, yes we are, and Uncle Barry, yes we are."

Rob groaned and Uncle Barry snorted.

"Can't prove it, I won't buy it," Uncle Barry replied.

I sighed and sat up, pulling my shirt off of Rob, exposing the bite on his shoulder and gestured it to my uncle.

Rob covered the bite with his hand and grabbed the shirt back, slipping it on and glaring daggers at me. Uncle Barry sat with his mouth completely hanging open.

"Whooooaaa!" Uncle Barry said, laughing.

Rob huffed and crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows like he always does when I do something to piss him off.

"At least it's not the one on the inside of your thigh," I whispered in his ear, nibbling on it.

"Shut up Wally!" He growled, pouting.

"Sure thing bro."

I gave him a chaste kiss and let him hide his face in my chest. I felt avenged. Justice has been served. I wanted a see him get embarrassed from just chilling with me after that.