A/N: Short chapter. Next might be the last. Any suggestions to improve? Let me know. :)

7:04 a.m.

Star City

Months after the confessions.

Present-day.

"Wally, wake up."

"Hmmm. Artemis?"

Roy frowned. "No. Try harder this time."

He opened his eyes to Roy standing over him with a hand over his hip. "Oh hey, handsome. Lookin' good in the rough hours of the morning. What's cooking?"

"Nothing yet. Tell me," he spoke, now crawling on the bed to the bleary-eyed speedster. "would Artemis be in Roy Harper's apartment?"

Wally's expression turned to guilt as he searched for a suitable explanation. "Erm...no. I wasn't dreaming of her, I swear."

"Right."

"I swear!"

"Wally."

"Yes, Roy?"

"I don't care."

"But you sai-"

"I love seeing that look on your face like you did something guilty." he admitted, smirking devilishly at the befuddled red haired mess. "Kinda proves who's the dominant one in the relationship."

"You, the dominant one? Pfft! I'm one of the fastest men alive. I can dominate you in a split second."

Seeing Wally protest was one of the things Roy liked about the guy. You can definitely tell Wally was into guys from the start. Same as Roy with the hand over the hip. C'mon. It's so typical and stereotypical. And...dare he say it? Cute. The argument added more to Wally's ambrosial personality.

Roy contemplated the speedsters words before deciding to continue this little 'charade'.

"Prove it."

"I will."

"All talk and no move. I see how it- Hey!"

Fastest man alive? Turns out he's right...in a way. Once below him, the younger teen pinned the archer to the bed. Roy pretended he was trapped just for the sheer enjoyment. "Looks like you've got me. What now?"

"How about we finish what we started last night?" He winked, slowly nipping close to Roy's collarbone. A deep, low growl emitted from the base of the archers throat. Satisfied, his lips collided with Wally's own. "You want to re-think that question?"

"Scared, Harper?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"I'm game if you're game."

"I'm always ready. Take off your clothes so we can get down to business."

1:23 p.m.

Roy pushed Wally to his side, shoving and poking in his desperate attempt to wake him up. Apparently, you can wear out a meta-human. The archer mentally noted this as he continued to poke and prod the speedster out of his slumber. They were supposed to meet up with Batman in Mount Justice in about thirty minutes. If Wally didn't wake up any sooner, he'd be in deep trouble. Not with Batman, but with Oliver Queen himself. Roy didn't take Oliver's words to heart, but it did annoy him when somebody tries to tell him what to do. Even when you're living on your own and they can't really have a say in it. This is what keeping distance and courting disaster brings you. Keep away from the team, invite a disaster in your life. It's like having car insurance, sans the car, but with twice the liability amount. How does Barry deal with this kid? Good thing they were friends. Roy would have shut Kid Flash out of his life years ago had it not been for that. "Wally! Wake up." He hit the floor with a resounding thump. "Ow. What do you want Speedy?"

Roy's eyebrows furrowed. It's been two years. Two freakin' years. Can't anyone get it right? "It's. Red. Arrow. Get your ass up. We've got a meeting in," he stopped to check his watch. "Approximately twenty five minutes. Mount Justice is quite a distance away. We better leave now to make it in time."

"Oh crap, that's today?" Wally said, emerging out of the cocoon-like makeshift blanket on the floor. He rushed to the shower as Roy counted away the seconds.

One fifty three being the current deadline. One twenty nine as the present time. The running water came to an abrupt halt. A whoosh and few seconds later, Wally donned his Kid Flash outfit. The tight fabric outlined every detail. From the slim waist, washboard abs, biceps...he truly was visually attractive. Wally caught sight of Roy checking him out. The teen appeared in front the archer for one last kiss. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Not really. Stop distracting me and let's move."

"Want me to carry you?"

"I'll use my motorcycle."

"Let me rephrase that question. Can I ride with you?" the speedster reiterated.

"As always. Follow me and don't distract me. Got it?"

"Whatever you say, Speedy. I can call you 'Speedy', right?"

"You better be glad I love you."

"Pfft. Who could hate me?"

"Artemis?" Roy sneered.

"She's mad 'cause I have you and she was too late to the game."

"Nice comeback."

"Thank you, kind sir." Kid Flash grinned. "Where's your motorcycle again?"