Author's note at the end


Of all the things in the world that Dick Grayson had ever worried about, being with his best friend Wally had never made the (long) list. But tonight, it was at the very top.

He was sitting in his bed, waiting for Wally to come pick him up. He'd changed his pants twice, his shirt four times, and his shoes once. Normally he wouldn't have cared so much, but unconsciously (or perhaps consciously) he figured that if he was dressed perfectly, the night would go perfectly. In the end, he looked exactly as one would expect Dick Grayson, adopted son of Bruce Wayne, to look: clean, polished, and suave as hell. He was wearing black jeans, tight in all the right places, loose in the others, and they sat on his hips right below his hip bones, hugging the acrobat's lithe form and accentuating his assets. A dark-yet-bright blue button up shirt hung off his shoulders and down his chest like it was made for his body. In a way, it had been—it had been tailored just for the young boy both in fit and color to match his body and his eyes. His shoes, though nice in appearance, were actually a very interestingly modified athletic shoe design that allowed for a diverse range of possibilities in their use while being worn for formal events. Purely Batman's design in case Dick ever needed to change quickly at a formal event. Tonight, they functioned as both.

He wanted to be comfortable but still look nice for Wally. For that same reason, he was wearing an undershirt under the blue shirt. Between the two, he'd strapped on his utility belt. Tonight it was almost like a security blanket for him—having the light yet dense weight of the belt around his waist reminded him that he was Robin, the Boy Wonder, and was capable of surviving and holding his own in almost any situation. That, and Batman had taught him never to go anywhere without it.

The hands on the clock seemed to move too slowly, ticking away each second as if it was a minute. To Dick, it seemed as if the time when Wally would arrive would never come. The past few days had gone by too fast, what with patrol and a mission, and Dick had felt rushed, unprepared for this date. He'd wanted to slow down, give himself more time to think, breathe, prepare. But now that the day was here, he'd gladly have the time move as fast as it had the past week. He was still nervous, definitely, but he sensed that this feeling would go away once Wally was there.

The next 10 minutes passed with excruciating slowness, 600 seconds in which Dick went to the bathroom, picked at a nonexistent spot on his pants, and paced the length of the room while clutching his phone until his knuckles turned white. The longer he waited, the faster his pacing became until he was just this side of jogging. The hand not holding his phone moved through his hair, pushing the dark strands off his face and back towards the crown of his head. It was maddening, really, all this waiting. He knew he was ready insanely early, but still. Idly, his mind wondered if this was what Wally felt like all of the time; that the seconds were crawling by too slowly.

After those ten long minutes, but two minutes before he was supposed to be there, Wally texted Dick right as the boy looked out his window and saw a blur appear at the front gate. Dick rushed to let Wally in. He hurtled down the hallway and rounded towards the stairs. The young acrobat, usually so skilled and balanced on his feet, almost fell down the sloping walkway. He pitched forward and threw out his arms for balance, reaching for something to brace himself against. His arm came in contact with the banister, his training kicked in, and his legs swung after his torso as he threw himself over the wood railing and landed on the floor of the foyer with the agility and grace he normally possessed.

A tentative knock at the door accompanied Dick's frantic attempt to turn the knob. He smoothed his shirt down with his left hand as his right gripped the knob and turned it. The door swung open to reveal Wally, arm still raised from knocking, face flushed from the run up from the gate. He was dressed similarly to Dick in a pair of dark kakis and a simple short-sleeved button-up in a caramel color that (to Dick) made the speedster appear to be glowing. His tanned, freckled skin seemed to radiate warmth that only intensified when Dick tilted his chin up and the fading sun backlit his hair, setting the tips of it aglow in a halo around his head.

"You going to stop staring, or am I going to have to give you some more time to adjust?" Wally asked kindly, startling Dick out of an open-mouthed daze he hadn't realized he was in. It caused a small blush to crawl up his neck, and he mentally forced it back down as he smiled sheepishly at Wally.

"I'll be alright. You look…fantastic," he finished lamely, mentally slapping himself. Real smooth.

Wally just grinned wider, a slow, easy smile that made something akin to a fire start in Dick's stomach. "Thanks, Dick. You look…wow. Just wow. You sure clean up nice, Robin." He laughed and it moved his whole body and made his eyes sparkle with reflected sunshine and happiness. He threw out an arm to grab Dick and pulled him into a hug, which the younger boy returned. Wally smelled clean and fresh and like the wind, which made no sense; but that's what the warm, breathing, laughing mass in his arms smelled like, and Dick wasn't going to argue with it. It fit somehow that Wally would smell like the breeze when all he ever did was run faster than it. (Maybe, Dick mused as he pulled away, maybe Wally didn't smell like the breeze, maybe the breeze smelled like Wally, but that was almost more ludicrous.)

When Wally loosened his hold, Dick stepped back and pulled the door closed behind him as he moved out onto the porch. The sick-to-his-stomach anxious worry about this was gone, replaced by a low rolling excitement masking a small bit of worry. He rolled his shoulders back and tried to shrug off the last of the feeling like a jacket. This was Wally, his best friend and now his boyfriend. No matter how different and awkward this new phase was, he was comfortable with him.

"So," Dick said, falling into step with the redhead as they moved toward the gate of the property. "Where are we going, Walls?" The other boy hadn't told him much (and by that he meant nothing) about what they were doing tonight. Aside from a casual suggestion to dress comfortably, Wally had said nothing. The small boy used to planning every mission was flying blind on this one.

"Oh, somewhere different. I…really hope you like it. I planned it special for you." The smile was back and a small shiver ran up and down Dick's back in the warm night. It had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way Wally's hand brushed against his as they walked.

Dick smirked through it, hoping Wally's bright eyes missed the slight movement of his shoulders. "I'm sure I'll like it, Wally," he said, quickening his pace to match the speedster's. Ever walking, Wally moved fast. "If you picked it, I can't believe that I wouldn't like it." He meant what he said, but he wasn't prepared for the blush that spread its way across Wally's cheeks as they reached the gate.

"I wouldn't put that much faith in me. I had some help," he said as he turned to face Dick. The blush was fading and Dick could almost believe it hadn't been there, but he knew he hadn't missed it. Besides, the very tips of Wally's ears were still colored a very telling shade of pink.

"Come on, hop on," the young speedster said, turning and crouching a bit with his back to Dick.

"What?" the ex-acrobat said eloquently as he tried to ignore the way the speedster's ass was exactly at hip level, his back arched slightly above it, the back of his hair curling around the collar of his shirt.

Wally turned his head, chin tucked into his shoulder as he gazed at Dick. "Get on. We can't walk there and, after the way you drove last time, I think I'd rather be in charge this time. Besides." Wally shifted and Dick felt the air enter and leave his lungs more rapidly. "It's a surprise. Can't ruin it by having you drive, now can I?"

Dick conceded with a quick nod of his head because he didn't trust himself to speak in anything more than a broken imitation of his normal voice. He scooted forward, awkwardly wrapping first one leg and then the other around Wally's narrow waist as his arms curled loosely around his neck. Wally shifted and bounced Dick higher on his back before he paused abruptly, gripping under Dick's knees tighter.

"Is that a Birdarang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Robin?" he said, laugh evident in his voice and the movement of his shoulders under Dick's elbows.

The younger boy's face colored because he actually was happy—very happy—to see him. "It's my utility belt, Kid," he said, finding a strange amount of pride in his ability to keep his voice from breaking and even forcing a bit of an exasperated note into it. "Never go anywhere without it, remember?"

Wally just laughed again, shaking his head. The short hairs at the back of his neck tickled Dick's face as he inhaled the scent of Wally's shampoo without even thinking. He also felt more than heard the low-spoken reply that sounded suspiciously like "Yeah, whatever you say." He turned his face into Wally's neck, hiding the blush that Wally wouldn't be able to see anyway as well as any other signs of his…happiness. As long as Wally believed it was his utility belt (and part of it was, undoubtedly, his belt) then Dick was fine.

"Hold on tight, bird boy," Wally said as Dick tightened his legs and they began to move.

The speed was exhilarating and different than riding his bike. He was warm where he was touching Wally even though that air around him was cold and biting as it whipped past. Places sped past in a blur of color that made Dick slightly dizzy and a little sick if he tried to focus too hard. He closed his eyes and focused instead on the sound of Wally's even breathing and the way the boy shifted under him as he ran. Even though they were moving quickly, Wally seemed to move fairly little under him. His arms were no longer supporting Dick under his knees and sometimes Wally's quickly moving elbows brushed against Dick's knees. With his eyes closed, it was easy to imagine that he and Wally were flying.

The sensation abruptly stopped as Wally ceased running. Surprised and limp against Wally's back, Dick's inertia carried him forward and into the back of Wally's head, forehead bumping against him. He muttered a small "ow" even though the contact hadn't really hurt, not in comparison with other things.

"Sorry, should have warned you," Wally said as he slipped his arms under Dick's knees again. "You alright?"

"Fine," the smaller boy replied. "Didn't really hurt just…surprised me, that's all. Lemme down, I can walk."

The speedster released his hold and Dick slid nimbly to the ground behind him. Wally half turned and held out his hand, which Dick took with a shy smile as they fell into step again.

"So…where are we going?" he asked again as Wally lead the way out of the service alley they had stopped in. There was trash, old dirty boxes and the like, piled up against the shadowy sides of the alley. Wind made things move and a flickering light high on the side of one building made the shadows jump into and then out of focus.

Something rustled behind him and Dick whirled, one hand reflexively reaching to his utility belt even as Wally started laughing.

"Dude, relax. It was just a rat, see?" He rested his extended right arm against the top of Dick's shoulder as he pressed his chest against the small boy's back and pointed to the rodent now scampering down the alley away from the.

"It's ok," he said softly and Dick felt a shiver of delight work its way into existence from the feeling of Wally's warm breath against his ear.

He nodded quietly and leaned slightly back into Wally's warmth. Without speaking, the speedster's left hand crept down to grip Dick's left hip as his right hand traveled slowly over the plane of the other boy's chest. His hand smoothed over the fabric in a way that made Dick painfully aware of how close they were.

Wally's hands on him. His heat seeping into the back of Dick's shirt. His breath warm and light against the shell of Dick's ear.

Wally's lips brushed against Dick's neck when he spoke next, and it took the young hero's mind two times of repeating the words back to himself to realize that the other had asked if he was ok of if he needed help. The way Wally said the word, "help," made Dick shiver again. He didn't try to hide it—Wally could feel if he even breathed so he was going to feel a shiver of pleasure move through him. He was pretty sure (no, almost positive) that the help being offered wasn't of the standard "save me, I'm drowning/being attacked/in a burning building" variety. It seemed to be from the "save me, I'm lost in your warmth, smell, and touch, so please just take me now" kind.

As Wally's finger moved their way across Dick's chest, the fingers at his hip slipped under the fabric of his shirt and applied a small amount of warm pressure. He just barely stifled a small moan by biting his lip.

"Ahhh, Wally? A-aren't we…supposed to be…g-going somewhere?" Dick asked, the tremble evident this time in his voice.

The redhead's roaming hand paused and suddenly Dick's back was cold as he found himself face to face with an all-too-composed looking Wally. Dick flushed and Wally just gave him a wide smile, holding out his hand, which the boy took.

"Right, almost forgot," Wally said calmly, like he hadn't just been feeling up his boyfriend in a side alley. He pulled Dick back toward their original destination with a small laugh. "I really, really hope you like this place. It seems right up your alley," the boy said, right as they emerged from the alley. The street was fairly deserted with only a few people walking in or out of the shops and restaurants that lined the brightly lit street. Wally checked both ways, and then pulled Dick with him across the street.

"Wally, for the last time, I'm sure I'll like it," Dick's voice was returning to normal as his breath steadied. "You've obviously thought about it a lot and that means—"

He paused and gripped Wally's hand tight as he looked up at the front of the warehouse-like building Wally had stopped in front of.

"Is this—"

"Yeah, it is. Come one, let's go."

Heart pounding, Dick followed meekly after Wally as he walked inside. The reception area was one large room with chairs and magazines spread out in equal proportion around tables. There was an area farther away from the door with children's toys heaped in plastic bins and spread out over a large, brightly colored play rug. The young woman at the desk looked up as the two boys walked in and Dick dropped Wally's hand self-consciously, still maintaining his silence. He wasn't sure how to feel.
"Hi, you must be-" she glanced down at the tabletop of the desk, moving aside a book she had been reading to look at a piece of paper. "Wally?"
The boy in question nodded, large, friendly smile on his face. The girl returned it. "Yup, that's me. Is everything ready? I know we're a little early so if we need to come back-"
"Not a problem," she said, coming out from behind the desk. The badge pinned to her shirt identified her as Eliza. "Follow me. I'll walk you through the rules and then let you in. You've got the place for an hour, but I'm sure you knew that."
The two boys followed after her as she led them through a door behind and to the side of the desk. The hallway was small, bare, and ran perpendicular to the front of the building. It seemed to lead all the way to the back of what Dick was beginning to suspect was a converted warehouse. As they walked, Eliza explained the main rules: no fighting ("not that this should be a problem, right?"); no gum (she loudly popped her own with a small laugh); and no bare feet ("health reasons, ya know").
"Other than that, just have fun. Rules are posted next to each station." She paused next to a set of white double doors marked ENTRANCE. "Are you expecting anyone else, or...?" Her voice went up at the end, suggesting a question rather than a statement, which was confirmed by the suggestive eyebrow raise to match her tone. Dick looked quickly away while Wally laughed and shook his head. "In that case-" she leaned down and whispered something in Wally's ear that caused him to blush as he glanced quickly at Dick and then away.
The girl laughed and opened the door for them with a wink. "You guys are cute. Have fun!" she chirped as Dick followed Wally inside.
The doors clicked shut behind him as Dick surveyed the room they were now in. The ceiling rose up above them a good 30 feet. The door they'd come through was at the nearest end of the huge room. It stretched down the length of the building and across from them about 30 feet, wider than the waiting room. It seemed to go on for the length of at least one, if not two, football fields. It was difficult to judge for sure because most of the floor space was filled with most magnificent things.
In one word: paradise. Or, in three: very nearly so.
Inflated equipment filled the room, as well as game tables that were scattered and squished into empty blocks of carpeted floor space. The far side was taken up by a huge floor-sunken trampoline with a pit filled with foam blocks around and next to it. The idea seemed to be to keep people from injuring themselves while also providing a fun place to land. A mesh net circled both, keeping people from landing on the padded concrete around it. A giant inflatable slide took up most of the opposite wall and towered a few feet away from the ceiling. Most of the gaming tables were located between the slide and the wall with the door. Directly in front of where they had entered was an obstacle course perpendicular to the door wall. It ended in a huge Velcro wall. Next to it, between the course and the slide, stood an enclosed inflated room with mesh partially making up the walls. Through this, Dick could see two triangle-handled rope swings hanging from the ceiling.
As he scanned the room, taking all this in, his jaw felt in danger of dropping slightly. He could feel Wally looking at him, assessing his reaction, and he was pretty sure he didn't disappoint him. Aside from the Batcave's training, he'd never been in a room that he liked more, that made him want to run and jump and leap and fly through the air. Not since the circus. He quickly pushed that thought aside as he wanted to be happy in this moment, in this place.
"So, um, Dick, what do you think?" Wally asked, fidgeting next to him. Dick was surprised Wally had remained quiet during his initial inspection of the room. He must have really thought that Dick wouldn't be happy here. Which...made sense, in a way.
Years ago, Dick (as Robin) had mentioned something about his dislike of going to circuses in spite of his inherent acrobatic ability. Now that Wally knew his secret identity, he'd probably put two and two together and figured out why that was. Perhaps he thought that this would remind him too much of them. And it did-he was reminded of his parents, his friends, everyone he had known at the circus.
But.
He was here with Wally. And having the boy standing next to him, being so happy and worried about showing him this place...it made it enjoyable, separate. Different.
The speedster was still staring at him, fidgeting, and Dick realized he hadn't spoken since they'd entered the building. Dick smiled and pulled Wally into a hug, arms wrapped tight around the other boy's waist as he clung to him, desperately trying to convey all the emotions he was feeling.
"Walls, I love it. This is so fantastic. I can't believe it. I just..." He pulled back to look Wally in the eyes. "It's wonderful, absolutely and fantastically wonderful. I'm so glad you brought me here."
Dick felt his face warm as those green eyes he loved moved over his face, searching for the truth. The intensity of his gaze was unnerving and so serious, drastically different from the boy's normal carefree attitude. It made Dick want to kiss him and make him smile.
So he did.
He leaned up on his toes and, closing his eyes, initiated a soft kiss. It was a tentative press of lips against each other as Dick leaned further into Wally's warm body. They hadn't kissed since the last time they had been alone together, almost a week previously, and Dick let out a soft sigh of happiness. Wally's arms wrapped around Dick's shoulders and a hand made its way down towards Dick's waist. With a small gasp, the raven haired boy pulled back quickly.
At the confused (and utterly adorable) look on Wally's face, Dick started to speak. "Um, not yet?" he asked quietly with what he hoped to be a reassuring smile. "After we...just, later? I want to go on some of the stuff. It looks like so much fun. Come on?" Dick's small smile widened as Wally shook his head and finally smiled.
"Tease," he said good-naturedly. Dick blushed a bit and Wally grabbed his hand. "Let's go to-oh wait, shoes."
The boys stopped and untied their shoes to leave them in the provided cubby holes behind them. Dick quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped out of it, pretending not to notice the appreciative, lazy gaze Wally cast his way. He unclipped the utility belt and wrapped the fabric around it neatly before setting it on top of his shoes. The metal clinked as it settled into the nest of blue fabric.
Wally was still in his shirt and still throwing gazes at Dick's tank top-clad chest.

"What first, Rob?"

"You…can call me Dick here," he said quietly.

"I know," Wally replied, wrapping an arm gently around his waist from behind. The familiar-yet-new warmth made him shiver slightly inside and shift a tad more into the crook of the speedster's arm. "But you had that determined Robin look in your eyes so it seemed to fit. 'S that okay?"

Dick smiled self-consciously up at his boyfriend. "Alright then, KF. I…thanks." He cleared his throat and continued, "How about we start from one side and work our way over?" His hand swept from the right to the left of the room, indicating the different stations. "Race you on the obstacle course?"

Wally smiled, large and confident. "Not really a fair fight is it?" he laughed as Dick followed suit as they walked quickly over there, socked feet padding quietly across the floor.

"I was going to dare you to beat me on your own, no super speed, but if you're not up for it—" his eyes glinted wickedly as he shrugged out from under Wally's arm and eyed him skeptically, like the time Wally had turned down food for a whole two and a half hours. Dick knew the boy couldn't resist a challenge, especially phrased like that.

Wally' face moved into a mask of determination. "Challenge accepted. What do I get when I still beat you? Better be a good incentive if you're making me slow down like you." He winked suggestively and leaned forward a bit, eyelashes dropping against his cheeks over green eyes blown with lust.

"You can choose what we do next," he said with a smirk as he grabbed a Velcro vest from the pile at the start of the obstacle course. Wally's face when Dick looked back at him was a comical mix of disappointment and hidden disbelief. He looked beautiful. "Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" Wally asked hopefully as he grabbed a vest for himself. His voice broke halfway through "whatever."

The blush from earlier crept up his neck as Dick answered with a nod. "Within reason."

"I can do reasoning."

"Alright then. No super speed, just normal. See if you can beat me!"

With that Dick sprinted off down the maze leaving a sputtering Wally behind him still struggling to strap on the Velcro vest. The walls and most of the floor panels were made of the same inflatable material that bounce houses were made out of and Dick half bounced, half ran down the hallway. He sprang up and around the corner, the momentum from the push off the floor propelling him up into a tucked ball as he hit the wall, pushed, kept going. He could hear the soft smack of rubberized plastic-coated fabric from somewhere behind him and knew that Wally was gaining on him.

For a second he paused, considering the footfalls and the options he had for paths before he climbed nimbly up a wall, squishing the air and material as he vaulted into the next corridor—

And landed on something warm and squishier than the floor that made an indignant squeaking noise.

"Oh. Wally." Dick just blinked as the boy under him shifted and groaned, face pressed into the plastic floor. "Uh, sorry, dude," he muttered, slowly rolling off to one side, letting Wally roll the other way onto his back with another groan and a slight popping of joints.

"Oww, Jesus, Dick…'

"I-I'm sorry?" he said quietly, scooting away a bit more as Wally rolled over onto his side to face him. Grinning.

"Didn't know you couldn't wait till after to jump me. I would have—OWW!I"

With an annoyed grunt, he pushed hard against Wally's shoulder as he sprang up to send him rolling away towards the wall. The flailing body hit with as much of a thud as anyone can hit an inflated wall with and Dick sprinted down the hall, cheeks aflame with something other than exertion.

"It was an accident!" he called back breathlessly right before turning a corner.

A quick right, a left, then another, and the Velcro wall was in front of him. He pushed himself to go faster and it rushed towards him, one solid mass of black hooks ready to hold him up. The floor provided a greater amount of spring in his step and he pushed hard against it, sinking down a few inches before flying through the air gracefully towards the covered parts of the wall. With a jolt, he hit the wall, face buried in the itchy, minuscule black hooks as his vest held fast, keeping him suspended a good foot above the ground. Something impacted next to him and he squirmed, awkwardly craning his neck to see Wally less than a foot away, smiling happily at him.

"I say it's a tie," the boy said. "That seems fair, right?"

"No way!" Dick said emphatically. "I beat you. There's nothing else to it."

"But you ambushed me! That wasn't fair." The speedster's face rearranged itself into the cutest, funniest mask of indignant sadness Dick had ever seen and he forced himself to control his expression before Wally could see the smile threatening to stretch across his lips.

"Didn't mean to, Wally. And I said I was sorry."

With a sigh and a grunt, Wally pulled his Velcro-covered upper arm off the wall and moved it to grab Dick's hand. With a small squeeze, he said "I know. But still—I say it's a tie."

The smaller boy felt himself let out the smile he had been trying to suppress as he squeezed back. "Alright. A tie then. So we'll compromise and figure out something to do together, okay?"

The older boy nodded and let go of Dick's hand to push himself off the wall with some difficulty. "Geeze, this stuff really sticks." He picked at the vest he was wearing, experimentally feeling the large strips of Velcro attached to it, brow furrowed into the expression Dick had come to associate with Wally trying to figure out some difficult problem.

"Yeah, um, about that…" Dick squirmed and flopped against the wall, vainly trying to move away from it even the smallest bit. "I think I'm a bit stuck."

Wally laughed and mumbled something under his breath about being a damsal in distress before pulling gently on Dick's leg and gripping it harder as he said "Push back hard on three."

As Wally counted back, Dick spread his arms wide for leverage and pushed back as Wally tugged at his leg. Even with both of them pulling and pushing against the wall, Dick's stubborn vest refused to budge an inch. It was as if Dick's body weight was keeping it held in place instead of helping to move it.

"Walls, I don't think this is gonna work," the small Robin said. "I think I'm stuck."


In the end, Dick wasn't really stuck. With lots of grunting and clever sliding, he managed to slip out of the vest and land gracefully on the floor next to a very confused Wally. They both stared up at the now empty vest and contemplated the difficult task of getting that down from the wall. Dick climbed up on Wally's shoulders and the larger boy swayed slightly under the added weight as he tried to ignore the pressure against the back of his head and neck. His face warmed as he forced his legs to stay steady and move them closer to the wall so dick could reach the vest.

"I almost…got it…" he grunted as he started peeling the edges of the vest off the wall. Wally's blood flowed down his body between his legs and he closed his eyes, willing his breathing to stay normal and hoping his body would just calm down on its own. With Dick grabbing onto Wally's hair with one hand and thrusting his hips forward and grunting, Wally highly doubted he'd be calming down any time soon.

Which really was a problem, as Dick did manage to pry the vest off the wall with some effort. As the sweaty boy climbed off Wally's shoulders and knelt in front of him to examine the vest, Wally could hardly control his thoughts. All he could think about was how Dick's head was at the perfect height for other things that he really hoped this date would include. Things that he'd been trying to keep his mind from going to except in the dark hours of the night when he lay alone is his bead with a million thoughts of Dick running through his head faster than even Wally could keep up with. Things he shouldn't be thinking about now with Dick right in front of him and able to notice certain telling aspects of his body if he looked up at the right angle.

"Race you to the trampoline!" Wally shouted and took off without waiting for Dick to acknowledge him. It was uncomfortable, the running, but it beat having someone look up at you and notice an erection in a semi-public place.

Dick's indignant shout from behind him was lost as Wally sped towards the trampoline, focusing on the steady pounding of his feet and the simple drag of breath in and out of his lungs instead of the other thoughts. He dove from the edge of the padded concrete around the area and through the opening in the net to land in the foam around the edges of the trampoline. With a sort of swimming motion, he moved forward and rolled onto the bouncy mesh. As the trampoline dipped under his weight, he rolled into the center and it was there he was laying when dick's weight caused the trampoline's material to dip again as he bounced towards Wally.

"Not fair, Wally. You didn't wait for me," he pouted. With a deep intake of breath, he pushed himself off the trampoline and flipped over Wally to land on the other side with only a slight bounce.

"Yeah, well…" Wally said lamely, looking up at Dick's ass from behind. That boy seriously was cut in all the right places. "I didn't…because…it's not a big deal. You still got here." He mentally smacked his face with his hand. Great command of the English language, Wally, he thought.

Dick, however, just laughed and bounced in place. "You gonna get up?" he asked as he tucked his knees up to his chest as he bounced, causing Wally to flop around on the trampoline from the transferred kinetic energy caused him to bounce a few inches off the trampoline.

"Yeah, just stop launching me for a second." Dick paused in his jumping and Wally maneuvered himself into a standing position and flexed his feet against the trampoline. Then he pushed down and began bouncing in tandem with Dick, each of their wrights causing the trampoline to dip lower and lower, launching them higher and higher each time.

Dick flipped and twisted gracefully through the air, showing how much of the circus was still left in him. Wally tried a few simple flips but preferred to simply perpetuate the private aerial show he was receiving. He bounced when Dick did and watched in amazement as the boy went through more complicated twists and turns, always landing on his feet like a cat and flying higher with a huge grin on his face. It made Wally happy to see Dick like this. He'd been worried about bringing him to a place like this. Oh, he'd know Dick could handle it—they had training equipment similar to equipment found at a circus, but Wally was afraid that Dick would act just like he did in training here: stoic, focused, and grim. Instead, it seemed as if Wally had unlocked the carefree young boy that had once had dreams of flying through the air like a bird. He couldn't help but smile himself as he watched Dick complete a set of three flips, a sort of twisting tumble, and a backwards somersault before he landed on his feet on the trampoline and fell backwards.

Wally tucked his legs up and landed on his butt near Dick and looked at the acrobat next to him with concern. Why had he stopped? Was he hurt?

"Thank you, Wally," Dick murmured softly as he looked up at him. "I haven't felt this…free in a long time." He grabbed Wally's hand and stroked his warm thumb over the back slowly. "It feels nice to do this again without having to…without having to worry. I feel so safe with you."

In slow motion, Wally saw Dick sit up and pull him closer to kiss him softly on the lips. His hands moved up to cup Dick's cheeks as he kissed back, pressing forward confidently to meet Dick's hesitant contact.

With a sigh, Dick's body moved into Wally's arms and the older of the two pulled him closer, grateful for the warm being in his arms finally. He moved his mouth slowly over Dick's, mindful of the other boy's response and deepening the kiss unhurriedly. He licked across Dick's lower lip, then his upper one and, as they parted, touched the tip gently against Dick's tongue. With matching sighs of pleasure, they moved forward, hands gripping at exposed skin as their careful pace became a bit more urgent. As Dick's hands gripped Wally's biceps, Wally's hands snuck their way under Dick's under shirt and flattened themselves over the smaller boy's shoulder blades and pulled him closer. Dick came into Wally's arms willingly, flattening his chest against the other as they shifted to lay down on the trampoline, Wally hovering over Dick, touching but not pressing down with his full body weight as he opened his mouth wider. Dick moved his lips against Wally's, opening as well, and pulling him down onto him, absorbing all his weight with an exhaled breath that Wally felt against his closed eyelids. He moaned into Dick's mouth as the boy under him began to respond more fully, taking control slightly when Wally began to withdraw his tongue from Dick's warm mouth. Wally felt strong, sure hands slide into his hair and grip him tight as a slight roll moved through Dick's body, pushing them together from shoulder to waist. The contact made Wally's cock take interest again despite his valiant attempts to keep it under control. As he twitched against Dick, the younger boy gasped and pulled back, panting through wet pink lips, lust-blown eyes hooded by half-closed eyelids.

"Wally, I think we should—"

"Get out of here?" Wally said, panting slightly as well as he looked down at Dick's face.

"Well, yes," the young hero said, blushing, "but there's someone…here…"

Wally turned to look where Dick's eyes were looking and saw Eliza just opening the door she had disappeared through an hour or so ago. Wally quickly moved backwards and fell into the foam pit surrounding the trampoline with a loud yell. Dick laughed as Wally felt himself enveloped in the large, soft chunks around him. Through the dense medium, he could hear some sort of exchange going on between the two people above him as Eliza presumably told Dick that their hour was up and they should collect their things and leave.

With some difficulty, Wally extricated himself from the brightly colored fluff around him and half waded, half swam back onto solid ground. Dick was already there and offered him a hand up and a small peck on his lips as he repeated what Wally had assumed the conversation was about: their time was up and Eliza was sorry but they had to leave, could they please get their things together?

In an awkward silence that wasn't actually awkward, they grabbed their things from the cubby holes and redressed to walk outside. Wally slipped his hand into Dick's and, unlike the walk in where Dick seemed more timid, the boy squeezed back with a confidence reflected in his eyes as he looked back at Wally, smiling. They walked past Eliza, who gave them a knowing smile and a slight wink as she was explaining to the next group the rules the two boys had heard an hour ago.


Hi guys, sorry it's taken me so long to get this up. School kicked my a$$ this past semester so I didn't really have any free time at all. if you're still reading this, I want to thank you profusely. You can have all my love and maybe even my first born child. Here's a little something to start your summer off. Hopefully you like it. If you do, go ahead and give me a review or message or something-I love hearing from you guys. This chapter is unbeta'd and I only read through it fully once so I could get it up faster for you, so if you see any mistakes message me and I'll change it (I know it's not the best experience reading fics with errors, so I try to minimize those). Other than that, standard disclaimers apply (which I've been forgetting to do): aren't mine, no profit, etc. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Another thing, real quick: I'm still keeping Dick as Robin, because that's who he was when I started. I'm thinking about stopping this story after a few chapters and then aging them up a ways to maybe continue it. I'm not sure yet. Input is greatly appreciated.