Edited to make corrections that I had failed to notice before and also added the info SecretMeta provided me with. I also forget to thank all the reviewers from Chapter 3! I got over 20 reviews for one chapter!

If you asked Dick Grayson what's your least favorite moment in your entire life he would, of course, say when his parents died. There were other moments too, like when he had been almost mauled by that huge tiger when he was still in the circus and of course when he came out of the closet. This moment, even though those were far-far worst, was pretty up there; maybe fifteenth…no twentieth definitely. Here he was in Wally's slightly cramped one bedroom apartment on the lumpy couch, the far end of said couch that could easily seat four people. He was sitting on the far end because Wally, the jackass, was lying across all the cushions with his feet dangling off the other end and red hair covered head nestled snuggly in Dicks lap. I wouldn't be so bad—it really wouldn't if it were for the fidgeting…the constant twitching and movement. Of course when he and Wally had gotten to the redheads place the first thing he does is play call of duty. So the constant moving, tapping of buttons and occasional curses and the fact that Dick was trying his damnedest not to rake his fingers through the others red hair along with the slight onset panic the younger boy was feeling all added up to make his twentieth worst moment ever.

He wondered idly if all this touching-the contact between them, physical and simple communication, would change if he came out and told the red head he was gay. All his friends knew, with the exception of said red head, and all the assholes at school knew too so why keep it from Wally. That also made him wonder; if Artemis had already told him, in which case would mean that Wally has no problem with it. If the blond hasn't told Wally then the question would be why not? If he's ruining what she has or could have with Wally it seems like that would be the thing to create distance between the two boys. Or maybe, a voice deep within his consciousness called, she hasn't told him because you two-no matter what was going on between you-are good friends. Dick surely hoped that was the case. He wouldn't want to lose what took three years to build because of a guy…but…this guy. Blue eyes drifted from the blood splattered T.V. screen to the red head who occupied his lap. His breath hitched when he saw that green eyes were staring right at him giving him a curious gaze.

"You okay, you're not still bummed are you?" Wally asked a bit concerned.

"No, I'm just a bit worried that I should be doing homework I was assigned this weekend." Wally rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation.

"You do waaaaay too much homework dude. I'm actually starting to worry about your health and wellbeing." He pouted slightly. Dick, in turn, rolled his own eyes. It was then Richard noticed that Wally had lost the game and the television was displaying the score screen. They fell into a comfortable silence. Wally let his eyes close and leaned slightly into the hand that was entwined in his red locks and—wait when did that happen? Dick's fingers were softly treading though Wally's hair and not only did he not mind it he leaned into it. To say Dick had started panicking would be a slight understatement…Slight. His normally pale face lit up and he snatched his hand away prompting Wally to open his eyes and give the other boy another innocently confused look.

"So I'm getting kind of hungry." He looked away, forcing the blush down and schooling his face. Wally sat up much to Dick's relief and disappointment. He turned to face Dick, legs crossed and hands in his lap. He seemed to be pondering something. Dick sunk further into the couch feeling slightly uncomfortable at their closeness and that Wally was almost sitting in his lap.

"There's a Chinese place right down the street. Like a ten minute walk."

"Can't we just drive?" He leaned back.

"Dude it's like ten minutes down the street and I've already used up a bunch of gas today going to that garden which turned out to be a total bust by the way." Richard knew where this was going. He decided to keep Wally on the subject of dinner.

"Gotham isn't the…safest place to walk around at night. Especially this neighborhood." Wall frowned.

"You don't think I could protect you?" He crossed his arms.

"I didn't say-" Richard tried to defend himself.

"Look at these guns Dick!" He held out his arm in front of Dick and flexed, showing off his muscle. He gulped before continuing.

"Wally, you're not the most uh…" He searched for the right way to phrase this without damaging the older boy's ego. "You're not…the most…threatening looking guy I know. I'm pretty sure your "guns"-" He knows he shouldn't have used air quotes, "-won't frighten off some of the thugs out there." He laid a hand on Wally's still flexed arm causing it to relax and fall to his side. The redhead frowned and gave Dick a look that was a cross between betrayal and sadness which made Dick feel terrible for damaging his ego. Wally deflated and harrumphed, collapsing back onto the couch.

"Ouch dude, ouch." He muttered. Dick offered him a smile."Okay, so-" He stretched out so his lets were in Dicks lap, at which Dick frowned slightly. "-I'll order Pizza?" He asked.

"Ugh, I'm so sick of pizza. We always have pizza when we hang out." The look on the redheads face after Dick's statement was priceless; a mix between horror, disgust and anger.

"How dare you take the name of pizza in vain!" Dick rolled his eyes and Wally's childishness.

"Well I just did."

"Well there's this Italian place nearby…" Wally said, anger already forgotten.

"Do they deliver?" Dick loved Italian food.

"They will for me. The chick that works there has a huge crush on me!" He said slyly as he dashed off the couch, away from Richard, not noticing how the slight frown on the younger boys face had deepened. The brunette shook his head, causing hair to fall in his face as he schooled his face and rose from the couch. He followed Wally into his bedroom where he had left his phone. Going into Wally's room was a bit of a surprise for the younger boy, since Wally always teased him about it, but it held true; the redheads room was cleaner the Dicks.

Not to say the room was spotless, because it wasn't. There was an empty instant ramen cup next to the bed, a pair of discarded pants and socks littered the floor and his shoes tossed haphazardly into the room along with Dick's long forgotten back pack. Wally plopped himself onto the bed, retrieving his phone from one of his pillows and started dialing some numbers, the ones to the Italian restaurant where Wally probably flirted with the cute girl who took his orders. Dick was starting to frown again. His eyes widened however when they landed on a small stuffed elephant that sat on Wally's other pillow. Dick crawled onto the bed next to Wally and grabbed the plush animal and laid his head down on the pillow. The pillow smelled like a combination of cookies-chocolate chip, dirt and sweat. Essence of Wally, he chuckled at his own though. It wasn't a bad smell either, it was calming.

He looked at the Elephant then at the redhead who was looking at him as he waited for someone to answer his call. "You kept it?" Dick asked as he toyed with the plushy.

"Of course, I won it for you. You think I'd throw it away?" He smiled softly.

"I left it in your car, I thought you would." Dick shrugged.

"No way am I throwing away Mr. Peanut!" Richard raised an eye brow at the name.

"You named it Mr. Peanut?"

"What did you want to name it?" Wally inquiries.

"Does it need a name?"

"Have you, like, never had a stuffed animal?" Wally looks incredulously at the younger boy. Dick shrugs.

"There was this elephant back in the circus that I used to love; her name was Zitka." Richard smiles at the memory and Wally smiled.

"I like it better when you smile." The redhead stated and poked Richard in his ribs causing the younger boy to yelp and flinch away. Of course this only made Wally continue his assault. The attack much to Dick's relief was stopped a few seconds later when Wally sat up. "Hello? Yeah is Helen there? It's there beautiful." He said in his usual flirty tone. Richard settled back on the bed, back to toying with the elephant. He wondered idly why he was here, what made him come here to be tortured by the gorgeous redhead. He glanced up at Wally and remembered that he was a push over when it came to the older boy. "Can I get an order of Chicken Alfredo A la carte," Wally stared at him as he made his order. "spaghetti and Meatballs," Wally laid back on the bed, his eyes still glued to Dicks blue ones unaware that he was making the smaller boy fidget. "ravioli and uh-" He took the phone away from his ear "-what you want?" He asked Dick.

"Chicken Parmesan?" Dick offered, not really paying attention as to what was going on, lost in his thoughts of self-pity and reminding himself that, again, this was not a date. Even though it felt like one.

"Chicken Parmesan." He repeated back into the phone. "Huh? No, I have a guest over. The blond girl? Artemis? No, no I have another friend over. She isn't my girlfriend and the friend I have over is a guy." He blushed slightly and looked away from Dick prompting the brunette to listen closer to what was being said. "Haha no, I would take him to the restaurant but I'm kinda low on gas." He scratched his freckle covered cheek and laughed meekly. "Okay, I'll see you later beautiful." He hung up the phone, still opting not to look at the dark haired boy and instead stare up blankly at the ceiling.

"So." Dick started, turning onto his side and looked at the redhead. "You want to take me out to a fancy Italian restaurant?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Only the best for you Dickie." Wally teased before hoping off the bed. "The foods gunna be here in an hour. I want to kick your ass at CoD before it gets here."

"Kick my ass? Please West you'd be lucky if I let you kiss my ass!" He dropped Mr. Peanut onto the bed before heading into the living room, passing Wally up. The redhead, not to miss this opportunity, slapped Dick's ass as the brunette ran by causing him to yelp in surprise.

"You jackass!" Dick squeaked, his voice cracking terribly furthering his embarrassment. Wally laughed and was promptly tackled on to the couch. Lost in their wrestling, which had moved from the couch, to the floor, back to Wally's room and then back to the couch they hadn't noticed the time. Forty-five minutes later there was a knock at the door which made the two pause. Dick was lying on his back on the couch while Wally straddled his waist bot the redhead's hands underneath the brunets shirt, assaulting his ribcage and teasing the sensitive skin. Dick cheeks were blazing when he realized the position they had found themselves in or were they red from the horseplay? That sounded like a better excuse. Wally cleared his throat, retrieving his hands from under Dick's shirt.

"I'll get it." He leapt up from the couch and bounded for the door. Richard lay on the couch taking deep breaths, willing away his…problem. Wally opened the door and was greeted by a man no older then he was that worked at the Italian restaurant.

"Hey Sergio." The red head greeted.

"Hey Wally." He responded, seemingly bored. He handed Wally the bags of food. "Thirty five seventy" Wally fetched his wallet and paid in cash. They said their farewells and Wally assured Sergio he would be calling again soon. The other boy seemed ecstatic-sarcasm. He closed the door and looked over to his companion, noticing he was still lying on the couch and panting slightly.

"Dickie! I have food! You okay over there? I didn't break you did I?"

Dick got up from his position on the couch and wobbled over to the table in Wally's part kitchen part breakfast nook part living room that held a small table that could seat two. They dug into their food, hardly a word was shared between them. Mostly because Dick knew if he started talking Wally would surely talk with his mouth full of pasta and that was not a pretty sight. Dick looked at Wally, who had a small smile gracing his face and the younger boy couldn't help but feel at home, here with Wally.

A few hours later Dick found himself sitting on the couch, his Ancient Civilizations book in his lap with the TV on for background noise as he read the required chapters. Wally had gone into his room, where they both were for a while, chatting. That is until Artemis had called. Wally had picked up his phone, cutting himself off mid-sentence and started to ignore Dick. The brunette thought it would be a great time to catch up on some homework and get the red head out of his mind…at least for a while.

Now Dick could focus on memorizing Who conquered who, and which of the roman emperors did what-or who, how far Genghis Khans brutal empire lasted and how Alexander the great-Holy mother of god Wally was walking into the kitchen half naked. Dicks blue eyes nearly popped out of his skull as Wally made the trip from his bedroom to the kitchen, He had changed into a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. Said gym shorts were riding low on his hips and Dick could follow the red treasure trail as it led down to his—oh god he wasn't wearing anything under them. Blue eyes followed every contour or the redhead's body and Dick could feel his problem coming back with a vengeance. Dick then also noticed the tattoo on Wally's chest, his well-toned chest, a lightning bolt that stood out against pale flesh, he would ask about that later. As Dick continued to eye rape Wally he hadn't noticed that Wally had already finished his glass of water, which he had originally gone into the kitchen for and was now walking slowly towards Dick.

"You okay little buddy?" Wally quirked an eyebrow. Dick flushed, he had been caught staring. He quickly looked down at his lap, to his book. He had failed to notice it had fallen from his lap onto the floor some time ago, you know…during the eye raping.

"Yeah, I'm just sleepy." He said quickly, his words almost running together.

"Then come to bed." Wally said slightly amused.

"Come to bed? I'm not sleeping on the couch?" He asked curiously.

"Well you can…but I don't have any extra sheets and that couch is a nightmare to crash on." Dick nodded, now realizing that he was going to be sleeping with Wally in Wally's bed…in his shirt and undies since he hadn't packed PJs and Wally would be wearing near nothing. Dick shook his head, chasing away the perverse thoughts. He set the book onto the couch and followed the redhead into his room. This was going to be terrible. He couldn't help but smile.

One note! I completely forgot to mention Dicks backpack in the previous chapter so it appears to materialize out of nowhere in this one. Sorry about that if anyone caught it. Second note! I read somewhere that Dick had a stuffed elephant(or something) from his days at the circus that he slept with when he as younger. I could not for the life of me find more info so I decided to go blind. Feel fre to correct me and I'll edit it.

Final note! As far as this story is going I have 3 possible endings thought up and about 3 plots that could unfold. Nothing has been decided though. I would mention them but I don't want to spoil anything.

As always Read and Review please! Criticism is always welcome!