"You know when I said I wanted to go on another date this isn't what I meant." Wally said from his flattened position on the rooftop. Really he was starting to get irritated, they had been lying on this cold tarmac for the better part of two hours, not talking, not doing anything at all; just watching what was going on in the building across from them.
The soft grunt beside him was the only response he was going to get from Batman. That just made things worse. "Whatever. I'm going." He started to get up when he felt Batman's gauntleted hand on his arm. He looked up to see Bruce looking at him for the first time since they started.
"I'm not sure what else we can do." Wally reckoned it was the closest to an apology he was going to get.
"I know you're being careful with your ID, and I didn't mean going out out, well maybe a movie cause it's normal for friends to go to them together, but I could have cooked dinner. I mean I'd love to be able to go to a restaurant and all but I know that's …" Wally stopped babbling as an idea came into his head. He grinned evilly.
"Flash?" Bruce looked slightly concerned, but Wally brushed it off with a soft kiss.
"I have an idea. No, I'm not telling you, it'd be nice to spring some surprises on you. Look come to my place next Friday around six and dress nice?" Wally smiled at him hopefully.
Still looking cautious Bruce nodded and Wally kissed him again.
"Right, go catch your bad guy and I'll see you then." Wally rushed off back to his place trying to think through the best way of doing this.
Wally finished getting ready and smiled at himself in the mirror, double checking that everything was correct. He was interrupted by the ring of his doorbell and walked carefully over trying not to make any noise, which was hard in his shoes. He opened the door and grinned at the shocked expression on Bruce's, Batman's, face. The bottle of wine and Wally's favourite chocolates seemingly forgotten in his hands.
"Come in, we won't be staying here long though. I have dinner reservations at Michelangelo's at half six. I thought you'd like Italian." Wally said smugly.
Bruce walked automatically in, his eyes not leaving Wally's body once. He even turned and was walking backwards into the small living room; Wally wasn't hundred percent sure if Bruce sat on his couch by intention or because he had tripped on it. Even the thought that he could have made Bruce do something like that had him blushing and he looked in the mirror again, suddenly determined to be perfect.
It had taken him a while and a lot of careful planning to find everything he wanted. He was wearing a royal blue, lacey dress, with matching shoes. The neckline was suitably modest, but the skirt was a very short tutu style thing that made his legs look like they never stopped. He had managed to style his hair into a suitable pixie look, grateful he had been putting off the trip to the barbers so it looked flirty. The makeup had been the hardest to put on but lessons in other cities and practice all week meant he had managed to get a subtle look that didn't feel too heavy on his face.
Wally looked back to Bruce who just kept staring and he could feel his ears start to burn. "You okay there, Bruce?"
Bruce blinked and looked properly at Wally meeting his eyes. "Fine. This is not what I expected."
"That is the whole point of surprises you know. Now will this be okay to go out to dinner or will I call and cancel?" Wally asked carefully trying to be as hard as he could to be neutral. He was looking forward to going out on an actual date, even if he was in dress, and really didn't want Bruce to still be concerned over leaking ID's.
Bruce must have heard some of the tension in his voice because he immediately put the wine and chocolates on the table and stood up quickly, putting his arms around Wally. He pulled Wally close and kissed him softly. "I would be delighted to take you out to dinner, Wally. It's something I have wanted to do."
"We're going to have to come up with a name you know. That's the one part I didn't think of."
Bruce smiled at him. "I think Wally is just fine." A soft chuckle at Wally's exasperated huff.
"Okay, well what do you think of Wendy?"
"Close enough I should be able to remember to answer to it. We can try it out tonight."
Wally put on the long coat and bag he had gotten to go with the dress.
They exited the building and hailed a cab. It was relatively comfortable silence, sitting there together until Bruce casually rested his hand on Wally's thigh and softly stroked the skin there. Wally blushed, suddenly realising just why women slapped men for doing that. He slowly reached down to grab the wrist and stilled it, though Bruce kept his hand where it was but Wally didn't mind the warmth was comforting.
They arrived a little early, the maître d' was apologising that the table wasn't ready and inviting them to have a drink while he took their coats. He was flustered; no doubt a little shocked to have the Bruce Wayne in his small restaurant. Wally sat carefully down, self-conscious of how short the dress was, crossing his legs and smoothing the hem down. He looked up to see Bruce with a subtle deer in headlights look on his face slowly moving into pure lust, his gaze fixed on the hem line.
Wally smiled and carefully switched legs watching as Bruce licked his lips before his ironclad control kicked in and he looked up, giving Wally a very Brucie smile. "What can I get you to drink, Wendy?"
"A glass of white wine, please." The voice was harder to fake and took more of his concentration. He really hoped he wouldn't give too much away.
It wasn't long until their table was ready and the meal passed in a happy glow of good food and interesting conversation. It took Wally by surprise that they could have as long a conversation without arguments as they did. He couldn't resist teasing Bruce though, purposefully getting up to go to the bathroom, to touch up his make-up after each course so he could sit down and draw all of Bruce's attention to his legs again, just to see that look of lust on his face.
Unfortunately after desert Bruce groaned and indicated out the window, the paparazzi had managed to track him down. There were flashes of light out the window and Wally quickly turned back to avoid his face being caught. Bruce grabbed his arm going over to pay for their meal and get their coats.
"Where's the back exit?" Bruce asked holding up a sizable tip.
The maître d' called over one of the waitresses, whispered in her ear and she quickly showed them to the kitchen and the exit, as he started showing another couple out the front door thanking them for their business. Wally felt a moment of sympathy for the couple who had been thrown to the wolves as a distraction before he was out in a darkened alley. Bruce dragged him down a couple of twists before they were at a darkened dead end. Wally looked around hoping for handy wall or fire escape but nothing showed itself.
"Do you think the vultures have left –" He was interrupted by Bruce's mouth on his as they hit one of the walls, Bruce's hard body pinning him down. Wally moaned as that skilled tongue started to dip in and out of his mouth while Bruce's hands moved down to stroke the insides of Wally's thighs.
He pulled back giving Wally a predatory smile as those hands worked their way higher and higher, eventually coming around to cup his ass. "Think you can get away with just leaving after teasing me all night."
The lust roughened voice sent pleasant shivers down Wally's spine, but he looked anxiously at the entrance of the alley. "What if they find us?"
"Keep quiet and they won't." Bruce chuckled, bending forward to nip at Wally's neck, getting a moan from the redhead. Bruce's hands slowly worked the panties down letting Wally's growing erection spring out into the cool night air. Wally could feel him doing something at his waist and assumed he was loosening his trousers.
He was surprised when slick fingers started preparing him and moaned loudly. "Hush, now." Bruce said voice filled with an evil smugness.
"I can't, mmm, feels so good." Wally moaned before he found his panties in his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise but he bit down on them moaning into them as Bruce continued fingering him, adding another finger and started stretching him properly.
Wally gripped Bruce's shoulders for support when he felt Bruce's skilled tongue licking his neck and a third finger was added. Bruce's clean hand caressed his thigh, grabbing the knee in a silent order to wrap his legs around Bruce's waist. He let out a muffled whimper when those skilled fingers were removed, leaving his hole cold and exposed.
It made the blunt head of Bruce's cock seem scorching hot when it started the slow press in. Once the head was in Bruce pushed in deep in one smooth motion. He barely gave Wally a few seconds to adjust before setting a relentless pace. Wally moaned, grateful for the panties, at all the sensations hitting him; the roughness of the wall through his dress, each deep thrust made by Bruce, Bruce's teeth as he practically growled and the wet sounds of their flesh meeting that seemed far too loud. They all combined to bring Wally rushing to his orgasm, just moments before Bruce came inside him.
Bruce finally let off from biting his neck, kissing him lightly as he put Wally back down on his feet. It took him a few moments to really find his balance after they had both reached their release. Bruce seemed to not need any time at all as he walked away, talking on his phone. Once Wally thought he could stand without the wall for support he walked over, putting his abused panties into his purse.
"Ready to go?" Bruce asked obviously finished with his phone call and took Wally's hand.
"Yes, but I'm not going to be able to walk far in these heels. They're too uncomfortable."
"Walking would just draw the paparazzi back to us, we don't want them knowing where you live."
"Oh. Good point. Back to the restaurant for a cab then."
Bruce smiled. "No. Follow me." He led them out of the alleys and over a block where a sleek black limo was waiting. Well that explained the phone, Wally thought smiling at Bruce.
"Wow, when you ask, people really do go how high." Wally commented sliding in as Bruce opened the door.
"Alfred works miracles alright." Bruce agreed sliding in beside him, hand once again petting his thighs. It made Wally blush as he remembered just what they had been doing in the alley, getting hard again. Something Bruce didn't fail to notice. "Best part, is this company is famed for their discretion."
Bruce leaned over and started kissing him again, forcing him to start straddling the older man. After that Wally was only sure of two things, the trip took longer back to the apartment than the first and it just wasn't long enough.