Big Brother Roy: Relationship Counselor
"Tell me again, why exactly am I here, again, Dick?" The archer asked, brushing Dick's dark bangs out of his eyes as the acrobat mumbled unintelligible rants against his flat abs.
"Because I miss you," Dick snuggled into the older red-head further, looking far more like the tiny eight year old that he once was than the grown-ass twenty-three year old that he currently was. "And Wally's being a jerk-face."
"What did he do this time, birdie?"
"First, he forgot to go grocery shopping last Thursday when I was at work," Dick started with an eye-roll. "Next, he 'accidentally' mixed the white clothes with the colored ones the last time he did the laundry and then after that he burnt dinner last night because he thought that grabbing my ass was way more important."
"I said I was sorry, alright?" Wally whined from the other side of the couch where he was currently sulking like a six year old in a time-out. "I'm sorry I don't have Green Lantern-level will power to be able to resist that pretty little butt of yours, okay?"
"Jesus Christ, you two are the biggest drama-queens in the world," Roy commented, sounding like he had just encountered the two biggest idiots in the universe and was forced to live amongst their stupidity for the rest of his life. "Just apologize to each other and be all lovey-dovey and shit."
Feeling brave, Wally made the first move, getting up from his seat at the far edge of Roy's couch and did the walk-of-shame towards Dick who had his face buried into Roy's shirt.
"Hey, beautiful, how're you doing?" Wally asked gently, leaning down to the younger man's level but not daring to touch him. Dick never liked to be touched whenever he was upset and Wally wasn't going to risk losing a couple fingers.
"Fine," Dick huffed against Roy once more, moving closer to the twenty-eight year old in such a way that he resembled a baby koala.
Roy gave the other ginger a 'apologize-and-make-it-up-to-him-or-else-I'll-get-Jason-Tim-and-Damian' look that almost immediately sent shivers up Wally's spine.
"I'm sorry, babe. I promise not to be distracted by your wonderful butt and to be more attentive and less of a forgetful jerk-face all the time."
"Birdie," Roy looked down at the black haired-man beside him who had sat up slightly but still didn't meet Wally's gaze. "Wally said sorry, so now you have to now is to say 'I forgive you, babe' and move on with your lives because to be honest, your fights when you guys were teenagers were bigger than this and so that I can finally get some sleep for crying out loud," Roy urged in a typical Roy Harper manner but his words were genuine (or at least the first part of his mini-rant but still.)
"I forgive you, Wally," Dick said, looking up and locking eyes with his boyfriend, still looking much like a pouty little kid with his tousled up hair and large Bambi eyes. "But for the next three weeks, you have to do whatever I say."
"Anything you want, babe," Wally replied, knowing deep inside that he was gonna regret ever saying those words knowing how much of a sadistic troll his boyfriend was but whenever Dick was mad at him, that was far worse than anything Black Canary has ever put him through in her torturous training sessions.
Dick positioned himself up on his knees and Wally leaned down in return, their lips brushing against the other's until Dick had straightened up to push their lips closer into a proper kiss. Tasting the fullness of each other's mouths and adding a few cheeky nips of the bottom lip or some tongue here and there.
"I love you, babe," Wally said against the kiss, hand traveling down Dick's back.
"I love you too."
With a sound that sounded like a cross between a grunt and a scoff, Roy shook his head, arms folded over his chest. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all love each other, hooray for peace and joy. Now can you two either get out of my apartment before this innocent little kissing of yours escalates into something else, please?"
"We're always open to threesomes, Roy," Dick purred smoothly, Wally wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "Or if you want, you could just stay and watch if that's what you're into."
A choking noise left Roy's mouth and Wally had to make sure that he wasn't actually choking on his own spit before he and Dick doubled-over in laughter, completely ignoring Roy's angry protests of 'stupid brats' and something about them being 'the kinkiest fuckers he ever knew' in the background.
BREAKLINE
"Fucking brats. I've known you two for over a decade and you guys are still as big of spoiled brats as you were when you were kids," Roy huffed half-heartedly, wincing a little when he felt Wally's elbow dig into his side.
"You're the best, Roy," Dick beamed in return, as if he hadn't heard the older man grumbling just a second ago, hugging him closer like the affectionate little shit that he is and always was.
Wally made a noise of agreement and popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth, eyes focused on the movie playing in front of them. "Thanks, Roy-Boy, we can always count on you."
"Anytime, boys, anytime," the archer sighed but it wasn't much of an exasperated sigh because knowing these two, he knew that he had to play relationship-counselor once again.
But in one way or another, he found himself not minding at all.
-End-
Roy definitely needs more love and I'll try incorporating him into these drabbles more often. Prompts are closed but I'm always open to hearing your reviews, lovelies :D
-BirdsSpeedandArrows xx
