Author's note at the bottom if you're interested...
Wally sped quickly to his room, clutching the magazine and book to his chest in the hope that he could hide them from everyone else. Not that they could see him as he zipped down the hallway, but just in case...
His face was way too warm and his heart was beating much too fast against his ribs as he slipped inside his room. He closed the door and leaned against it, arms drawn tight himself as if to protect what he was holding. When this thought occurred to him, he immediately threw the objects onto his bed and shook his arms as if they had been burned.
"So weird," he muttered as he ran a hand self-consciously through his hair. Wally walked over to his bed and sighed as he gazed down at the articles sitting there. He couldn't just leave them sitting there...
He grabbed the book and magazine and hastily tucked them under his pillow. That'd have to do for now. His metabolism was working in overdrive from all the running and he didn't want to pass out here by the...research materials...
He walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab some lunch. Megan was there and Wally did his best to keep up a normal conversation with her while he grabbed his food. But even a conversation with her over delicious sandwiches (three for him, one for her) couldn't distract his mind from dwelling on what lay hidden under his pillow. He kept imagining he heard the pictures from the pages coming alive and writhing all over his bed.
Finally, after Megan had repeated a question to him multiple times and he was still spacing out, Wally excused himself and dashed up to his room complaining of a lack of sleep.
As he cautiously opened the door, he half expected to be greeted by a life-sized version of the pictures Artemis had flipped to. Instead, his room looked completely unchanged. Normal. Too normal. It seemed as if something should have changed in response to the gay porn stashed under his pillow. It was strange.
Sure, he'd watched porn before, but that had been online free stuff that he hadn't owned. And besides, he'd always watched something with at least one (sometimes two or more) girls in it. So it was very strange to think that there were two things under his pillow that were so different from his normal...preference.
But then again, he'd never thought about a guy the way he thought about Dick. If he was really being honest with himself, he probably hadn't ever felt for anyone what he felt for his best friend.
Wally felt a need to protect the boy from harm even though Dick was perfectly capable of doing that himself, as he had proven on every mission that they'd ever been on together. Dick was an excellent fighter and yet Wally still had the urge to wrap his friend up in a hug and shield him from harm. He wanted to smooth away the frown lines he sometimes got when a mission wasn't going as Robin had planned. This had happened before they'd been going out, but now it was stronger. Instead of just hugging Dick, Wally now wanted to kiss him until he no longer had that expression on his face.
His feelings went deeper than the lust he felt for Dick's perfect body. Granted, Wally still wanted him-that tight, acrobatically-toned ass; the feel of the perfectly flat stomach under his fingertips; the way his mouth moved when Dick said "Wally"; how perfectly his body fit into Wally's arms when they were close. Even the way he looked fighting...all precision and constrained power, not a single moved wasted nor a blow misplaced. He had an easy air of elegance and comfort about him as he flew through the air, as if there was no place he felt more comfortable or at home.
Wally could watch Dick fight all day. He'll, he could watch him do anything and he'd be happy. But one thing came straight to the front of his mind and the young speedster collapsed onto the bed as his blood sped through his veins faster than even he could run.
Last night had been...amazing. It really had. And (Wally shifted his lower body as his face heated up) so had this morning. The more he thought about it, the more he really wished that Dick hadn't had to leave. Wally could conjure up a multitude of ways that they could be passing the time.
He really wasn't any better than the-
The magazine!
He flipped over quickly and reached for the porn under his pillow. Maybe there was some truth to what Artemis said (though he'd never give her the satisfaction of knowing that) and maybe this would be good for something.
Wally slid the glossy magazine carefully from under his pillow and made himself more comfortable on the bed.
There was no use wasting porn, right? he thought, attempting to rationalize his actions. But as he slowly unzipped his pants and slid his hand down his stomach and into the fabric of his constraining boxers, he stopped trying to lie to himself. He wanted this, the absolute bliss that would come with his release. Thinking about Dick had him wound up so tight, even after last night and this morning. It was almost unbelievable, but he wasn't going to complain too much. Sure, it was painful being this hard for this long, but taking care of his problem—he wasn't going to complain about that feeling. It felt good, even if what he felt with Dick was great. He still wanted the freedom that would come with this.
While Wally was surely not as flexible as Dick, years of training and conditioning had left him with better than average flexibility. He used this to his advantage right now and maneuvered himself into a move comfortable position. It was difficult at first and he ended up kicking off his shoes and pants before he felt able to continue.
Legs spread on the bed, hand gently rubbing against the sprinkling of coarse hair right below his waistband, he boldly opened the magazine and somehow managed to stand it up on his chest with one hand.
The page he had flipped open to featured two (objectively speaking) good looking men locked together on a staircase. A dark-haired, smaller guy was kneeling on the stairs, his hands braced on the landing about five stairs above his knees. His back was arched and he had a thin sheen of sweat all over his body that made him glisten under the larger man behind him. The lighter-haired, more muscular man's hands gripped the hips beneath him as he bit down on his lip. He appeared to be in mid-thrust as the picture was captured because Wally could see half of his wet cock between the two bodies.
It was…god, it was so hot, so unexpected, and Wally's hand started to move of its own accord, gently stroking up and down the pulsing flesh in its grip. Even as Wally wanted to keep going, to turn the page and see if there was more, he felt like he was intruding on something private.
The strangest thing of all was that this didn't turn him off, didn't make him want to stop. In fact, it was this feeling, this overwhelming sense of "wrongness," that propelled him forward, which caused the hand not moving inside his boxers to shakily turn the page of the magazine.
The same two guys were on the next page, still joined together, just shifted slightly and shot from a different angle. The guy in back was standing now, the other's hips pulled flush against his own. The man on bottom had his legs (somehow) wrapped around his lover's body, pulling them closer together.
Wally was really having trouble drawing breath. His hand was moving more as he closed his eyes halfway and imagined the sounds that would be coming out of them: the slap of skin on skin, their panted cries for "more, faster, now, fuck, yes!", the way the man on bottom would moan out his lover's name as they came together.
The magazine fell from his hands as his other hand worked faster, gently kneading, pulling, squeezing, and stroking all the right places. He arched up slightly on the bed, his hips pressing upwards in a search for more as his nerve endings became sensitive and his body exploded with feeling. He was falling and flying, spinning and running as his body simultaneously curled in on itself and pulled outwards and he obtained the release he had been searching for.
Wally couldn't think coherently as he moaned his way through his orgasm, thinking of Dick and the possibilities his flexibility would provide for a position like that in the magazine. He quietly mouthed Dick's name as his own semen coated his hand and the inside of his boxers.
As he lay there panting afterward, Wally knew he should get up and fix himself, wash off, but his knees didn't want to work...and besides, his bed was warm and soft, the pillows comfy and inviting as they embraced him in their feathery depths. It was more comfortable than anything and he didn't want to get up to do something as gross as cleaning jizz off himself.
But…if he didn't do it now, it'd be even worse later. Wally sighed as he removed his hand from his boxers and sat, being careful not to touch anything.
Sometimes he wondered if masturbating was worth it…
He'd been hit more times that he'd care to admit, especially to Batman. While Robin was trying to fend off henchmen, Batman was locked in combat with Gotham's latest wannabe criminal.
Robin jumped and kicked a guy square in the chest as he charged and the goon fell to the ground with a groan, clutching the area where a Robin footprint shaped bruise would be found tomorrow. He wondered again why people would choose to commit a crime in Gotham. They had to know that he and Batman would find them.
Another man, taller and more muscular than the last cautiously approached Robin, his fists raised and his weight balanced between his feet. This man knew what he was doing—a simple kick to chest wasn't going to deter his mission. Robin sank into his own crouch, arms protecting his body and ready to strike.
As the goon sprang at him, Robin quickly dodged and blocked his attack while searching for some weakness that he could use to bring the other man ==down. Their fists and arms slammed into any open space. The guy was fast and moved with surprising agility for someone of his size, and Robin—he wasn't struggling to keep up, but he didn't have to definite upper hand either. The Boy Wonder concentrated on dodging and blocking as he looked for some opening, some way to stop the pounding of fists against his skin, the guy was good, though, and blocked Robin's attacks just as Robin blocked the elder's.
Finally, out of something close to desperation but far enough away that Batman could never fault him for thinking of it, Robin ducked the man's fists and flipped over backward. As he reoriented himself, he grabbed a birdarang from his pouch and threw it at the man. He dodged it easily, but Robin was already one step ahead this time; he took advantage of the man's momentary shift in balance and swiped out with his leg, catching him around the ankle and making him topple in slow motion. Before he could get up, Robin had already bound his hands and was working the cord around his torso so he would stay put. Batman, on the other side of the complex, was doing the same thing as he bound the newest member of Gotham's failed villain list. Robin was panting slightly and trying not to wince as one spot on his ribs throbbed painfully.
"Robin," Batman said, and Robin could tell the eyes under the cowl didn't miss the way the younger hero favored one leg slightly. The goon had been large, thick and muscular, and Robin had hit right on the bony protrusion on the outside of the man's ankle. The collision hadn't hurt when all the adrenaline had been pumping through his body, now that it was wearing off, Robin could feel the area beginning to swell a bit. He knew from past experiences that it wasn't broken, just bruised and possibly mildly sprained, but it still hurt like no other.
"I'm good," the boy said, walking over to Batman's side. "Fine. Now."
He could feel his mentor's eyes on him as he stood there but he refused to show any pain. Alfred could help him when they got back home.
"Alright," Batman said crisply. "Nice work, Robin" he nodded at the felled goons as he pulled out a burn phone to call and tip off the police.
The last man that Robin had taken down was squirming on the floor, shouting obscenities at them as he strained against his bonds. Robin sighed and walked over, pulling out an extra-long zippier to wrap around the man's wrists. He planted his foot between the man's shoulder blades and pushed as he brought the guy's wrists upwards and closer together behind his back. Robin slid the tie snug as he said, "Don't worry. Jail isn't all bad. It comes with a pretty bracelet."
He dropped the man's wrists and headed back out into the city by Batman's side.
After having Alfred (who insisted on helping) wrap and ice his ankle, Dick walked into his room and fell onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. He was tired, a bit sore, and just wanted to sleep. But as he was peeling off the different parts of his uniform, a blinking light on his dresser caught his eye. He wearily picked up his phone as he tossed his cape, tunic, and gloves across the room toward the hamper. The screen lit up when he pressed a button and alerted him to the fact that he had a new voicemail. He dialed the number for his inbox and he set the phone to speaker and placed it back on the dresser. He sat on the side of the bed and started to take off his shoes.
After announcing the date (today) and time (about an hour earlier) that the voicemail was recorded, Wally's warm, rich voice suddenly filled the room and caused Dick to pause with his pants half on and half off as a smile slowly lit up his face.
Hey Rob, it's Wally. Well, I bet you already guessed it was me, seeing as it's my number and my voice and all, but um…I just wanted to see how patrol went. And I hope you're alright. Not that I'm worried or anything—I know how you can handle yourself but—ok, so maybe I'm just a little worried. I just…aw, fuck, Dick. [Dick could hear Wally sigh and would bet almost anything that the small sound in the background was made by Wally's hand running through his hair] I was just calling to say that I…really enjoyed last night. And I wanted to see if you'd go out with me again. This weekend, maybe? It'll be our first date, take two. So uh, call me back. Or text me. Or something. I'll talk to you later then. Bye…
The message ended but Dick couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Wally wanted to go out. Again. For the first time. Or…something like that. The whole thing was a bit confusing and highly unconventional, but it was also sweet and perfect on its own way. The smile still on his face, Dick finished undressing and took a quick shower, thinking about what he and Wally had done the night before.
It had felt so good—well, more than good—and Dick couldn't see how it could ever be considered wrong. Well, from a legal, logical standpoint he could, but his heart told him that maybe this time he was wrong. It had happened very quickly, very soon in their relationship. He conceded that maybe that was a bit different, unorthodox. They hadn't even technically gone on a real date yet. But it had happened and he couldn't take it back now. Not that he wanted to, mind. He was glad that Wally had touched him, he admitted with a small blush. But maybe things could go a little slower from now on.
Dick scoffed as he climbed out of the shower and pulled on some boxers and a large t-shirt. Go slow? With Wally? Yeah. Right.
Wally did everything fast—running, talking, eating, even walking.
Besides, Dick couldn't help himself around Wally. It was like his body wasn't his own. Scientifically, he knew it was the different chemicals in his body making his feelings stronger and making him feel like he wasn't in control. But that didn't mean that he didn't still feel good around Wally.
And here he was asking Dick to go out with him again.
Dick picked up his phone and quickly typed out a message to Wally.
Hey. Got your message. Patrol went…well. Took a lot longer than I expected but…anyway, when were you thinking of going out again?
He lay down in his bed, phone clutched to his chest as he awaited Wally's reply. He thought again of the feeling of Wally's lips on his body, on his cock, and he shifted on the bed, wishing the feel it again. For a second, he thought about moving his own hand down and rubbing himself through his boxers. It was an intriguing idea, something he'd never tried before. It seemed wrong, but…maybe if he did it just this once…
As he finally worked up the courage to slowly move his hand down his chest, Dick's cell vibrated against his chest. He blushed and quickly pulled his hand away. He felt as if he'd just been caught doing something wrong, something dirty. In a way, yeah, he had, but it wasn't like anyone else knew about it. It's silly to be embarrassed about it, he told himself as the blush faded from his cheeks and he grabbed the phone from his chest.
To be honest, he was surprised that Wally had responded so fast. He shouldn't have been, really, but Wally'd left the message hours ago and it was getting late. Dick didn't want to get an inflated ego, but was it possible that Wally had been waiting up to hear from him? He hoped so.
Hey! Glad patrol went well. Always good to hear you're safe, at least. Anything interesting happen?
Dick was caught between a smile and a frown. Should he tell Wally he was hurt? Or should he just be happy and talk about their date? He sighed and typed:
Nope, not really. Just the normal stuff. So, you want to plan another date? Did you have a particular date, time, and place in mind?
He pressed send and raked his hand through his hand through his hair. He wanted to add in Don't want to worry you in regards to his time on patrol and the injuries he'd sustained, but…well, the truth was he didn't want to worry Wally. Sure, he was hurt, but Dick had seen much worse. If Wally pressed the issue, Dick wasn't going to lie to him—he was in pain. But he wasn't going to give Wally a reason to worry about him.
Wally's reply vibrated against his chest and the small boy picked up the phone to read:
Alright. Well, I'm still glad you're safe. I don't have anything too fancy planned. Just dinner and a small surprise for you. Maybe dessert if you're good~
He actually smiled. Wider than normal. Wally was…cute. Perfect. Fantastic. Even just with that little comment he could make Dick smile when it hurt his face a little bit. It was great.
Oh, only if I'm good, huh? Well then I promise to be good :)
He sent that message and then (maybe because he was tired, maybe because the pain killers were setting in, or maybe just because he was in love) Dick quickly typed another message.
And if dessert is you, I promise to be on my best behavior ;)
He sent it before he could really think about what he was doing, before he could change his mind. After what they'd already done and what he'd been about to do earlier (he warmed at the thought) Dick wasn't about to pretend that he didn't want Wally. But…was that too brash?
Well then you'd better be fantastic because I'd hate to deny you your dessert~
Dick could imagine Wally's saucy wink and he felt his face warm again. If dessert was anything like the last time they were together, he really didn't want to miss it. He was becoming addicted, almost. Sure, Wally himself was fantastic and Dick loved spending time with him, but last night had opened a whole new world to him—a world of pleasure and (if he was being honest) fun that he wanted to explore more deeply with Wally. Kissing was all well and good, but touching and being touched—that was in a league all its own, and Dick desperately wanted to be in it. He was new and shy, but he still wanted to "play with the big boys" and test the new waters. He couldn't think of anyone more qualified to be his metaphorical lifeguard than Wally.
Oh Wally :) I miss you. Like a lot.
He smiled sadly as he sent the message. It was true, but it still made him sad. Even though he'd left less than a day ago, it seemed as if the security and warmth of Wally's arms had been his ages ago.
I miss you too, Dick. If you want, I could bring you some dessert tonight? ;)
Even as much as he would love to have Wally there next to him, real and warm, there were too many things wrong with the plan. His injuries, for one. Bruce for another.
As much as I'd love that, Wals, I don't think it's a good idea. I'm not really in a position to have you over tonight :/
He sent it even as his heart sank. He didn't want Wally to think that he was blowing him off but he also didn't want to fight to keep the pain away with Wally there as a witness. It was suddenly very important to him to appear strong and put together in front of the speedster and Dick just didn't think he could manage that tonight.
Oh. Alright then.
Even through those three words, Dick could feel Wally's disappointment, It mirrored his own, He really did want to see Wally; his smile, his eyes, the freckle near his eye that crinkled when he smiled. But he knew it wouldn't be a good idea. Especially because he would inevitably want to do more than just look at his boyfriend and his body didn't feel up to anything besides lying down in one position.
He tapped his phone angrily against the bed at his side. This didn't seem fair—there had to be a way. Some way he could see Wally but not see him. The light flashed off the metal of his phone and it gave him an idea.
Wally, really. I want to see you. It's just…Bruce…you know. So…could we maybe…take pictures and send them? Consider it my sampling of dessert later?
He sent it, hoping Wally would agree and would send him something back. But there was the problem of taking a picture of himself. He looked like…well, he looked like he'd fought off a few henchmen who were trying to rob a gallery after hours. Not exactly the best look for taking pictures for your boyfriend. But maybe if he angled the light a bit and took a shot of just one side of his face—
His phone buzzed and Dick winced as he moved a bit too quickly to keep it from vibrating off his chest. His muscles protested the movement and he silently berated them for not cooperating with his wishes.
I'm more than happy to give you a preview. Tell me if you're craving something sweeter, if you know what I mean.
Dick groaned. He hoped Wally hadn't misunderstood his use of "preview." He just wanted to see Wally's face, not all of him (not on his phone, at least, he admitted to himself).
The attached file was titled "For You~" and Dick pressed the button to open it as he shut his eyes. At the same moment that he did so, he realized that he was being stupid and slowly cracked open one eye to look at the picture nervously.
It wasn't that bad. Well, it wasn't bad at all. It was just Wally's face. And bare shoulders. Both were dotted with freckles that Dick had the urge to count carefully. Dick could see the light reflecting off the green of Wally's eyes, making them sparkle and gain new depth. He was smiling that perfect, disarming smile, perfect (like always) and Dick had to resist the urge to stroke a finger over the bow of Wally's digital lips. Instead, he smiled in what he hoped was a convincing display of his happiness, shifted his face so the more injured side was away from the light on his bedside table, and snapped a picture.
When he turned the screen to face him, he wasn't surprised that he didn't like the picture. He could see the bruising and scratches he had sustained from the fight. To him, they looked obvious, like there was a neon sign pointing them out, highlighting them for Wally to see. He knew this probably wasn't true, so he titled it "Sleepy Smile" and sent it off with a sigh and a yawn.
You're just sweet enough for me. And you make me happy.
He really was tired. It hit him all at once, like a huge weight. That picture was probably the best he was going to get tonight before he fell asleep. It became increasingly harder and harder for him to resist the urge to keep his eyes closed every time he blinked and he realized that the strong painkiller was finally kicking in with a vengeance. The desire to fall asleep was almost impossible to ignore.
His phone buzzed against his chest and Dick sleepily cracked open his eyes to look at it.
Wally.
He smiled in spite of himself as he read the text.
How did I get so lucky? You're amazing, Dick and I'm really glad that you chose me, as a friend and as your boyfriend.
Dick wasn't really too sure if he sent a reply back or not, but his dreams that night (half of them at least) were filled with Wally's lilting laugh, his smiling eyes, and his rich, smooth voice saying over and over "I'm so lucky."
Dick couldn't agree more.
This is going to be a long author's note, so feel free to just skip it if you want.
I am SO INCREDIBLY SORRY that this has taken so long. It's been written but not typed for almost a month now (since before I left for Otakon, which was SUPER FUN by the way [did anyone else go? Let me know, maybe I saw you!]) and I just never had the time after that to actually type it. Summer was…crazy for me. Let's just say that for once I might actually be glad to be back in school. I certainly hope this means I will have more time to update this for you guys, but I can't promise anything. My classes are already kicking my butt (I'm in the second week of my school's semester) and I might not get to update this for a while. But I'll try my best because I already have the next chapter (their date) planned out and, I gotta be honest, I'm super excited to write it.
Anyway, thank you for those of you who have favorite, subscribed, or reviewed this story, especially those of you that I haven't gotten to thank individually. I've tried to keep up on that, but there's just so many of you now! *gasp* I still can't believe there are so many people that really like this story. It makes me really happy, you have no idea. So I guess all I can ask is that you enjoy this story and review if you feel like it. I've said it before but I'll say it again—I love it when you guys write me reviews. I sit staring at my computer smiling like a complete idiot and it makes my heart get all fluttery. Really. I'm weird like that or something. So if you feel like it, drop me a review.
Also, I'm considering getting a beta reader because god knows I miss some things when I read through trying to fix all my errors, so also drop me a line if you're interested. All I ask is that you're good with English and that you actually like my story haha. Anyway, I think that's it for this HUGE author's note. I'm off to prepare for my chem and bio labs (blech).