Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Dick Grayson/Wally West
Rated: K+
Word Count: 2896
Summary: Wally visits Dick on the anniversary of his parent's death and takes him on a picnic by the lake.
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.
This has an element of our RP in it: Mar'i, an alternate-universe Dick Grayson's daughter is visiting our character's present dimension.
She's fully explained, though, so you don't need to read anything else! :)
Written with ninjawing
Wally slipped his hands into Dick's back pockets this time, giving him a quick squeeze:
"So when"
Kiss.
"do I get"
Kiss.
"to meet"
Kissie.
"your princess alien daughter?"
Smooch … wait.
Alien.
"Did you say glowing green eyes?
Dick felt Wally stiffen in his arms, and moved to trap his boyfriend's hands between the telescope and his jeans before he could remove them. Quirking an amused eyebrow, he did his best not to laugh.
"Yes, I did," he paused, wondering how much of what he said Wally actually heard while staring at his mouth. "You know, like Miss M's, when she's using her powers, except Mar'i's are like that all the time. No whites, just green. And her hair does this weird purplish glowy thing when she flies. Like Miss M, again. She's got the whole superstrength thing going for her too."
He neglected to mention that she could pick Ellie up like she was a rag doll. "And she… blasts energy from her hands, I think. Something of the sort." Dick drummed his fingers against Wally's arms. "I need to sit her down and grill her about all her powers and how they work one day."
It was interesting that the human genes won out when it came to physical appearance, but other than that, Mar'i was almost entirely Tamaranean.
"I don't know when you can meet her. She comes and goes as she wants." Or when Dick manages to emotionally blackmail her. He figured it was his right as pseudo-parent. "Alfred says she looks like me, but honestly, I think she looks like my mom."
Then again, people said he looked like his mom too, so maybe Alfred was right.
Wally stayed quiet, because as much fun Dick made of his mouth for running faster than his brain, his best friend knew him, and knew when he had… more to say. That he would, eventually. Despite how slow Dick's thought processes might seem to him, Wally was willing to let him sort some things through himself. Give him time.
Dick kissed him just for that, then leaned his head onto the metal behind him, watching Wally through half-lidded eyes.
"Is it weird," he finally asked. "That I've known her for all of a few weeks and she already feels like family?"
A grin stretched across Wally's face. "No, of course not, dude." He squinted up past the telescope into the sky. "I'm sure there's some sort of ancient cosmic connection between you and Mr. Dick Tamaranian-Princess-Husband that wiped its inter-dimensional Daddy cooties all over you when she arrived."
Dick was staring at him flatly when he glanced back down, but Wally couldn't stop smiling. "But no, really. It's awesome, and given everything, not all that weird, right?"
He was so glad that Dick had found family. So, so glad.
He tried to wiggle his hands out of Dick's back pockets to fool with the telescope, but to no avail. "So she shoots energy blasts, huh? Do you think she's interested in joining the team?"
Dick was totally going to stare for another few seconds, because seriously, inter-dimensional daddy cooties?
"I… don't think so." Maintaining a staredown with Wally didn't use to be this hard. Just looking at those green eyes didn't always make his feel weak in the knees and coil a ball of warmth in his chest… right?
Or was it only that he'd never noticed before?
"She's trying to find a way to rebuild her world. Get her family back." Instead of moving on and finding a new family like he had, but he couldn't blame her for that. Mar'i didn't have a Bruce or an Alfred or a Clark or a Wally. She didn't have anyone to fall back on.
Dick's arms slid under Wally's, circling him in a loose hug even as he wriggled back against his palms. "She doesn't want to stay here, I think."
Leaning back against the telescope, Dick was a good bit shorter than Wally, so he pulled him close, chest to chest until he could bury his nose into the bare, freckled shoulder and just… breathe.
"Inter-dimensional daddy cooties," he half-mouthed against Wally's skin, huffing a laugh. "Well, if I have them, now you do, too."
Wally chucked softly, leaning his head to the side to rest on top of Dick's reveling in the soft flow of Dick's breath on his collarbone.
"Mmm … thas' cool," he whispered softly.
And it was. Actually, while he hadn't given kids or whatever a lot of thought, he was surprised at how warm and fuzzy it made him feel. And not that he would bring it up with his seventeen-year-old boyfriend, but, well, one of the few thoughts he'd given kids lately involved cloning. Conner had two daddies, and he turned out okay.
Regardless, none of this was relevant because he wasn't about to end up on "Seventeen and Man-clone Pregnant" or whatever.
Years and years not relevant. If … ever.
Clouds rolled past the moon, drawing Wally back to the present starry sky. "Do you know where she's from? Like, the part of the sky where she'd have lived if this were her universe? I want to see where this alien temptress stole you away to."
Dick couldn't help but smile, almost instinctively tightening his hold.
I'm not going anywhere, Kid Idiot.
"Tamaran?" His head turned to the side, mouth trailing over heated freckles, seeking Wally's pulse. Eyes closed, he could feel the speedster's flush. "I don't know where that is. Haven't met any Tamaraneans from our dimension yet. For all I know, Tamaran doesn't exist in our world."
There it was. The quick flutter of a butterfly's wings against his lips.
"Koriand'r lived on earth, so she couldn't really steal me away anywhere." Dick's hands slipped past the folds of the blanket, long fingers splaying over the bare skin of Wally's back. "And if she did…"
His tongue darted out, just for a taste. Maybe to feel Wally shiver.
"You could just steal me back."
Wally's hummingbird pulse picked up as he hmm'd and shivered under Dick's hands and soft lips; the contrast between their warmth and the, ah, drafty-ness of the toga was delicious.
"You bet I would," he murmured, as he reluctantly abandoned Dick's back pockets to tug him as close as he could, chest to chest, in a petulant show of possessiveness and caught his lips, nibbling gently at the bottom one, asking for entrance.
It was always a surprise how comfortable, how right, Dick felt against him—no, "surprise" was too strong a word—it felt too perfect to be really surprising, and he already knew Dick's body inside and out—okay not inside, but—he was so familiar, his heft, the way he moved, the slope of his shoulders, the angle of his hips that Wally had already held a million times in battle, in teasing jest when he threw him over his shoulder or grabbed him for a piggy-back ride or—
In hindsight, Wally could see, really understand, that even then all that was an excuse, a false front for his want—a need—to really be close to him, to know this, too, to know everything.
He wrapped his arms tighter around his boyfriend, crossing them at the small of Dick's back, and Dick was still just slim enough to let him grasp each hip opposite his hands. This closeness.
It felt so right.
Dick melted into Wally, too, like it was as natural as flipping off a rooftop, like he was used to leaning his weight on someone else, trusting his best friend to hold him up as his hands swept down the length of Wally's back, past the elastic of his boxers down to the crease at the end of his ass and starting over from the curve of his neck, memorizing every muscle and vertebra like he'd memorized the streets and alleys of Gotham, pouring over the maps for hours and hours so he could draw one from memory and prove to Bruce that he was ready to put on the costume that he'd designed and Alfred had stitched together.
This… was easier, and he didn't really know why—it wasn't like his life depended on it. Maybe because everything about Wally was always easy, and Bruce just liked making things difficult. Maybe it was the fact that he'd trusted Wally with everything he had since he was twelve years old, and this was nothing new.
Or maybe it was just who he was.
Dick was an aerialist. If he couldn't trust people to catch him, well. He'd have been dead before his sixth birthday.
He felt his mouth open in invitation almost instinctively; Wally's tongue swept in without preamble, and there it was. The dizziness, the heightened sensitivity, the stomach-dropping sensation of free-fall. The gut-wrenching jolt of being caught moments before he hit the ground.
There were no fireworks like there had been with Barbara. None of the curious fascination as with Zatanna.
His lips detached from Wally's with a final lick and kissed down his jaw, seeking the same faint taste of lake water on his skin as was in his mouth, gently pulling at the skin of his neck with his teeth, hunting for a particularly erogenous area, working out what Wally liked and learning from it.
No one was likely to understand how this could be better than his admittedly mind-blowing first time, or sparks behind his eyelids.
But for all his pyromaniac tendencies, Dick was an adrenaline junkie at heart, and even though he no longer jumped without his grappling hook, he missed the rush of knowing there was nothing to catch him but the trapeze another person would pass him, of falling and falling and not knowing exactly when he would stop, and god, he thought, sucking at his boyfriend's Adam's apple, feeling it slip out from under his lips and return as Wally swallowed, it was the best feeling in the world.
Maybe it was his odd metabolism that ran him a little hotter, but Wally had become really sensitive to temperature difference, and the play between Dick's warm, wet tongue and his cooler lips in the brisk night air was incredible, and a shiver—vibration—shuddered down his spine.
Dick left him breathless like he was running too fast to take in air, knocked the wind out of him like every wall he'd ever crashed into.
He wasn't the most patient person in the the world, and he was having trouble holding back, resisting the urge to pin Dick to the wall, to slide his hands under that stupidly clingy t-shirt, those unfairly tight jeans, to drive goosebumps up his back as he sucked down his neck, drawing out the sounds he'd heard Dick make just once or twice before—
—augh. Wally stomach dropped, and he groaned internally. Don't lose it, West.
This was definitely not the day to push this. How lame would it be to be reminded of this day if they did … something more for the first time on this anniversary?
He groaned externally, almost in pain, as he gingerly, subtly angled his hips farther from Dick and slowed his hands.
Pulling back, face flushed and breathless, he whispered, "We probably shouldn't do this here …"
Dick's lips tilted up in a smirk, arms circling Wally's waist to pull him close again. "Yeah?" Resting his chin on the redhead's shoulder, he toyed with the knot of the toga. "Where would you like to do it, then?"
Oh.
Well, at least Wally couldn't see his flaming face, because Dick only meant making out, not.
Er.
Do It.
"I mean, uhm," he smothered a laugh into Wally's neck, pressing another long kiss to the skin before slipping out from between him and the telescope.
Wally's cheeks flushed at Dick's obviously misspoken question … but still. Every bone in his body—heh—was still screaming to hold Dick closer, to feel the ripple of his abs against his own, to taste the sweet and salty flavor of exhilaration and adventure on Dick's skin, to suck marks in ticklish places—
—and the cool air that flooded the space where Dick once stood brought a sense of longing, neediness, want that Wally had never quite felt before.
"Alright," Dick said, "we'll get going before security comes around on patrol." They were going to need his grappling hook to get back up; Wally had yet to master the art of running straight up a wall—or in this case running a curve up the dome—and Dick wasn't really willing to risk a crash. "Go get the loopers. I'll wait here."
Wally could barely remember a time when Dick hadn't been part of his life, so close and always yet so far in ways that had taken Wally years to admit, and, given the events of the last months as they finally confronted their feelings, it was starting to feel asymptotic.
But he could handle it: whatever Dick needed. Years, if necessary.
He could certainly last through the night.
He let himself tip forward into Dick's absence and casually catch himself on the bottom of the telescope before giving a sharp salute and snatching the loopers from their discreet hiding places around the room. Tucking them into the folds of his toga, he wrapped one arm around Dick while he prepared the grapple.
"Well, my lady? Shall we abscond to your castle?" he grinned.
"Watch it, West, or I'll drop you."
Wally only gave him a bigger grin in return, which Dick found slightly alarming considering the number of times he had dropped the speedster, purely out of spite. Never from a height at which he'd be hurt, of course, but the sentiment remained.
Huh. Maybe Wally had a bigger masochistic streak in him than Robin was aware.
Winding his free arm tightly around Wally's waist, Robin drew him close in a practiced hold and aimed his grappling hook, but this time Wally carelessly tossed both arms around him, burying his face in the crook of Dick's neck and very deliberately pressing their bodies together. The smell of grass and lake water drifted to his nose, Wally's hair soft tickling his cheek, a bare shoulder pressing into his lips.
Robin nearly missed.
He stole a quick, dirty kiss in retaliation once they were both on their feet, now atop the dome, and dashed away and off the building before Wally could gather his wits enough to give chase.
The only way to win against a speedster was, after all, distraction.
Their bags were waiting on the grass where they'd left them, and Dick waited for Kid Flash to run back and collect the last of the loopers. It barely took five seconds.
"Back to Gotham, I guess." He went around Wally to hop onto his back, but his boyfriend clearly had other plans.
"This is beyond impractical, Wally!" But of course the speedster couldn't hear him over the rush of the wind, so Dick just grumbled and nipped at his collarbone—hard—because Wally was carrying him princess-style again, and he deserved it.
Wally's chortle didn't last long because they arrived at the Observatory zeta to Dick's place in under a minute. He tapped in a well-memorized code to a beam near the manor and let the blue light warp around them until they stepped out a couple of blocks away from Dick's house.
He plopped Dick down onto the sidewalk and scooped up the bags, slinging one free arm around the shorter boy's shoulders. who knew how long he'd be able to do that?
"Can I … walk you home?"
Dick just laughed and they strolled back up the hill to Wayne Manor, leaning into each other's warmth.
At the door, Wally handed Dick the now empty tupperware and ran a hand behind his neck.
Ugh. So much work at school … which he totally didn't want to do, but …
"So, when can you hang out again?"