Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Dick Grayson/Wally West
Rated: K+
Word Count: 2980
Summary: Water-soaked hijinks!

Notes: A little bit of angst given the day, but this is mostly cavity inducing fluff, fluff, fluff, some water-soaked hijinks and more fluff.

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The sandwich looked as good as always, but Dick didn't really feel like eating. He unwrapped the pieces without really thinking about it, biting in mostly to keep Wally from worrying. It was probably proof of how today got easier with every passing year that he could actually taste the sandwich today, and it was actually kind of good, compared to just a few years ago when the smell of turkey would turned his stomach.

"I can't believe this place still falls into Gotham."

Robin put down his sandwich and balanced the plate precariously on one knee, leaning back on his hands. It was so… quiet over here. Ivy would probably like it. "I mean, I can smell the freshness. Or… I can't smell the sewers. Granted, I spend a lot of my time in the sewers hunting Croc, but still."[[MORE]]

Pushing himself up again, he started pulling apart his sandwich carefully, pinching off tiny pieces of bread and nibbling on them. His mom would probably tell him not to play with his food if she could see him now. Hell, Alfred would scold him if he saw him now. Alfred had been really patient with Dick over the past few months, but there was only so much that he would let slip. Bad habits didn't fall into that list.

We should come here on days when I can actually enjoy it properly, he didn't mention, because they were both busy people. School or college and patrol… if they had missions added to that list they wouldn't have any time alone for themselves, let alone for picnics like this. Once a year was enough. Dick appreciated the amount of thought Wally put into this.

You'd think that being a speedster would mean Kid Flash had more time to think a lot of things through, but nope. Wally did, then thought, but sometimes when he did think the results were kind of amazing.

"I keep expecting an attack; it's almost too peaceful."

"Mffmph, mpmffh," Wally shrugged, a little distracted by Alfred's always fantastic sandwiches, freshly carved, seasoned turkey with mustard and lettuce housed between two soft chewy rolls. He just barely registered Dick's musings between bites because, truth be told, he was starving, and damn if these strawberry tarts weren't the best thing he'd had in ages. He was on his fourth sandwich before he could really pay attention to his—wow, seriously unbelievably hot—boyfriend. Dick's eyes were cast down as he picked apart his sandwich (didn't fool Wally for a second, but whatever), and his bangs flopped over his face, but the redhead could still make out half-moons of glittering blue beneath some of the thickest black eyelashes he'd ever seen.

It still took him by surprise.

Finishing his sandwich, Wally snorted through a bite of strawberry cake: "Dude, you seriously need to relax. The Penguin has better things to do than chillax in the boonies. Well," Wally held up air-quotes, "'better.' Anyway, there's no one around for miles."

Hmm.

"… probably," he amended. "At least a mile. And a half." Sure.

"Yeah, but Ivy doesn't," Dick countered.

Wally wasn't really listening, though, frowning at his cake accusingly. He'd had a little something he'd been working on that he wanted to show Robs, but it should actually maybe wait until dark because it would be quite a problem if anyone spotted him. "Dude, remind me, okay, there's something I want to show you as soon as it gets darker. In the meantime, though, remember those?" he asked, gesturing toward the wooden swings hanging next to the lake.

"Okay… but what is it?" Dick managed to get out before Wally was up and away, over to the swings.

Wally had grabbed his backpack and deposited it under one of them. He sat facing the lake and twisted around a few times, till his feet couldn't touch the ground any more and spun back, laughing and dizzy. "Man, maybe we should come here more often."

It was a little like being thirteen again, before girls invaded their lives and everything was full of missions and sex and, well, more sex, really, 'cause neither them nor their girlfriends were very well-chaperoned.

Right now, it was just them, and Dick loved being here.

Even if Wally was being a bit antsy. Hah. Speedsters.

(Then again, Dick had even more trouble sitting still than Wally.)

He glanced guiltily down at his unfinished sandwich and picked up a fresh slice of strawberry topping a tart that had survived Wally's stomach, popping it into his mouth as he deposited his plate on the blanket and stood, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie as he sauntered up to Wally.

His best friend was still spinning slowly on the old wooden swing tied to a sturdy branch with plain rope by someone long ago, red hair already wild from their run, face flushed from laughter and green eyes glowing with it. This, when the setting sun was glowing orange through the canopy and reflecting off the water surface, this was when Wally shone the brightest.

How could he possibly have missed it before?

"I like it," he told Wally, biting his lip to keep from giggling. "It's pretty."

Hopefully Wally wouldn't figure out what he was actually talking about, because Dick had just called him 'pretty' and that was probably violating the Bro Code in some manner or another.

Leaning forward, he brought Wally to a stop by spreading his fingers over his thighs.

"No one around for at least a mile, you said?" He pulled his boyfriend closer, feeling the weight increase in his hands as Wally lifted his feet slightly off the ground. "I guess that means I can do whatever I want to you without an-nyone seeing."

Goosebumps spread up Wally's thighs where Dick planted his palms, and he stilled beneath Dick's bright blue - and very suggestive - gaze.

"Well, I guess … not," Wally drawled, as he flattened his feet on the ground to steady the swing, regarding the close, short, steep drop off over the lake just barely beyond his boyfriend thoughtfully.

Dating Dick was, to put it lightly, an enigma. The fact that Wally had, essentially, no real ideas about how to date a boy—were they just friends that kissed? Should he be buying chocolates? Which one of them was supposed to forget anniversaries? Would anyone ever bother hanging curtains if they moved in someday?—aside, Dick came with a host of issues.

Namely, was it kosher to make out with your flirty boyfriend on the anniversary of his parents death? Dick was pretty clearly okay with it, so …

… Wally gently pushed forward, letting the swing drift closer to him until their noses touched, until Dick's weight was over him, and he could feel the soft brush of Dick's breath against his lips and …

… More importantly, was it kosher to be a total jerk tease to your boyfriend on the anniversary of his parent's death?

Guess I'm about to find out, he thought, as he pushed away as hard as he could, letting the swing fall out from under Dick as Wally flew back over the grass away from the lake.

Dick's eyes were already closing when he felt Wally's thighs tense under him, and he leaned forward in anticipation before suddenly—

Shit.

He barely managed to prevent a faceplant onto the ground by throwing an arm out, only by the time he'd managed to right himself Wally was coming straight back at him.

Why you little—

What was he planning on doing? Knocking my head off?

Like hell he was going to stand still for that.

Moving targets were definitely a Grayson's thing.

It was too easy to picture the wooden swing as a wide trapeze.

Dick had—as expected—caught himself before falling, but he hadn't moved out of the way like Wally thought he would before he came barreling back.

Wally opened his mouth to shout a warning - flailing because he hadn't actually wanted to knock Dick intothe lake - but before he could get a word out Dick had already launched himself at the swing. Dick leapt towards Wally just as he passed the lowest point on his way back up, managing to grab the ropes on either side and flipping over the redhead's head, landing somewhat neatly on the little bit of leftover space on each side and trying not to get thrown off when the swing jerked and fell back at the sudden increase in weight.

That was a problem Dick didn't often encounter on a trapeze.

By the time Dick had turned around so he was actually facing the same direction as Wally, standing behind his best friend, they were swinging away from the lake.

"Push!" Dick shouted, bending his knees to give the swing an extra shove as Wally complied, pushing off hard against the ground. Robin couldn't help but release a delighted whoop when they picked up the speed he'd lost them, wind in his hair and the setting sun in his eyes.

They passed the edge of the lake and came back; Robin bent his knees even lower.

"Again!"

The swing was very long, designed for kids in swimsuits to drop off at the peak of one arc straight down into the icy depths of the lake. Dick had Wally had done it themselves once or twice, before, and with each push off the grassy incline, they swung further and further out into that arc and—

And this time they were clear past the border of the lake and it was just clear, sparkling water under them, rippling in the breeze and from a fish or two swimming to the surface.

Dick pulled himself up on the ropes, planted both feet against Wally's back, and shoved.

Wally … maybe hadn't thought this through.

- yeah, Wally really hadn't thought this through.

Wally's little whoop of victory was cut into a short "oh shi-" with the pressure of Dick's designer sneakers between his shoulder blades and the little sinking feeling in his stomach as his butt slipped off the well worn seat of the swing and he splashed, completely clothed, into the lake.

He popped back up a few seconds later, pushing his hair out of his eyes and sputtering at his friend cackling at him on the swing:

"DUDE!"

Honestly, Dick had meant to jump off when he swung away again, but he was laughing too hard for that, so he just leaned forward on his next trip back up and blew the now-very-wet redhead a kiss. He waited until the swing reached its peak on the opposite end to backflip off, and toed off his shoes right there.

"Augh," Wally play splashed in Dick's direction as the boy made obnoxious kissie faces at him on his next swing around, and started to half-strip off his jacket and head back to shore before getting distracted that Dick was full-on stripping at the edge of the lake.

Dick's shirt was off by the time he'd trotted across to the edge of the lake, and he dropped it at his feet to wrestle with his buckle and simultaneously attempt to remove his socks at the same time. One came off easily, but the other got stuck. Robin muttered a curse at it and tossed aside his belt, pulling down his zipper smoothly and peeling off the skinny jeans that really were too tight exactly when he needed them not to be.

Thankfully, the stubborn sock came off with the denim, and Dick could finally kick everything save his plain green boxers aside.

Then it was just a matter of racing forward the last few steps and handspringing into the air, curling his body tight—

"CANNONBAALLLLLLLLL!"

—and landing right next to Wally.

His best friend turned away from the incoming spray.

And Robin decided to forego rising up for air in favor of wrapping both arms around Wally's thighs and dunking him in the water.

By the time Wally's brain caught up with reality, Dick was shouting in his ear and dragging Wally underneath the surface of the lake again. He squeaked and battled his way to the top,a tangle of arms and legs and laughter as he finally wiggled his way out of Dick's grasp and up for air, gasping and laughing. He tread water awkwardly, one arm out of his jacket, splashing towards Dick with the sunset behind him, golds and reds reflected in the crown of the brunette's hair.

This time when Dick dunked him again, Wally wrapped his jacket around him, trapping him between one sleeve, anchoring to Dick's arm and the other around Dick's torso, leaving one arm free still to tread. He cackled, and Dick splashed at him in a feeble attempt to get away, but hummed and fell still as Wally dragged the younger boy over, bangs plastered to his forehead, dripping over his cheeks and bare, broad, porcelain shoulders, and at times like this it was still clear that maybe his ears were a little too big for his head, and Wally wished he had a hand free to run a thumb over their edges before cupping his jaw and …

… but he didn't, so he just grinned broadly and tugged on the sleeve wrapped around Dick and drew him in, gently kissing away the drops of water on Dick's lips.

Dick's feet kicked into Wally's as his hands slid under the redhead's billowing shirt, flattening against a toned stomach before pulling out to loop around his neck. He laughed and returned a few of the pecks, squinting against the orange sun half-blocked by Wally's equally orange head.

Dick laid his forehead against his best friend's. Wally automatically flexed his arm, tightening the jacket around him.

You have the prettiest eyes, Robin stopped himself from saying, because Wally would almost certainly pout… which was more of an incentive, actually—Wally's lips were absolutely delicious when he pouted—but Dick didn't want to break this—

Could he call this a 'moment'?

It was so easy to get lost in the tiny gold flecks shining bright in green eyes, and Wally looked right back, eyes glazed over with a combination of familiar affection and unfamiliar (but not bad—no matter how unfamiliar it was, how could it ever be bad?) love.

Yes, this could definitely be called a Moment.

Dick pressed their lips together one last time, using Wally's shoulders as leverage to push himself up past his waist in the water. Wally flailed as they both sank under, opening his mouth to gasp in a quick breath, but Robin used the opportunity to deepen the kiss for a long second instead, before dipping under and out of the jacket.

Tag! he mouthed at the speedster. His giggle escaped in a short burst of bubbles when he shoved Wally further below and swam up himself, strengthening his strokes to get away as soon as he broke the surface.

Wally grinned, maybe a little shark-like. His clothes were soaked, so heavy, and he really wanted to get out of the lake, but if Dick wanted to play tag with a speedster, then he would play tag with a speedster.

He quickly worked his way back into his jacket before taking off after him. He'd definitely be feeling this later, but he put all his speed behind him and rounded the acrobat who looked almost frozen, with a giant grin and hair flying as he freestyled toward the middle of the lake.

Wally stilled and waited for Dick to catch up to the fact his best friend was suddenly right in front of him, and when Dick raised an eyebrow in surprise, Wally leaned in, gave him a big smooch, and tugged Dick's green boxers to his knees.

Well, it's not like Dick actually expected to win against Kid Flash.

But he had expected to keep his pants on, and Dick squeaked in surprise and swallowed an indignant mouthful of water as his junk suddenly slipped free and he scrambled to make sure he didn't end up losing his underwear.

"Tag," Wally chuckled as he turned up the speed again to drag himself, exhausted and drenched and laughing, onto the shore.

"Wally, you asshhh—!" Dick sputtered and coughed, the last word distorted by him sinking down as he pulled up his boxers.

If he'd managed to suck in a good breath before this, Robin would have certainly stayed down and pretended to drown, but as it was he was already drowning, so he just huffed and turned back to the shore. Wally was already there, obviously, panting and laughing at him.

He was so not getting away with this.

Dick crawled onto the shore, hair plastered to his face and over his eyes, dripping wet, the fabric of his boxers sticking to him uncomfortably. He'd have to go commando now. It wasn't exactly unusual for him, but Dick made a face at the thought anyway.

"You suck," he informed Wally, then tackled the unsuspecting, still-giggling speedster to the ground.

It took virtually no effort for Robin to roll them over and slam Wally face-down on the ground, wrapped around the redhead so he couldn't possibly escape. "Oooophhh." he collapsed under Dick's tangly limbs.

"Tag~" Robin sing-songed, blowing cheekily into Wally's ear. "I win."

Wally raised his hands, laughing, as Dick gloated in his ear. "I give, I give," he said, "uncle. You win."

Dick relaxed under Wally's surrender, and he took the room to roll them over again, bracing himself over Dick. "Now," he grinned, "thanks to you, I'm going to get out of these," he motioned to his sopping, dripping clothes.

"But I feel so exposed," he drawled over dramatically. "So be a gentleman and hold up the blanket so my virtue isn't sullied?"