Pairings:
DickxWally, with off-side ArtemisxRANDOMGUY (totally should be a superhero's name).

Summary:
So maybe Dick's a little tipsy. So maybe Wally planned it all. So maybe this could all end happily tonight

Rating:
M for sex and drinking.

AN:
Sex, cuddles, and fluff. All in one. Hurrah!

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"Wow, that was fast."

Wally didn't bother to respond, just kept his head down.

"C'mon, man. You knew this was gonna happen sometime, right? You broke up a year ago – Art had to move on."

"I know, but did she have to do it with him?" Wally growled.

It was a soft sigh, overcome by the sound of Dick's door swinging shut. "No, I suppose she didn't."

As he spoke, the twenty-one-year-old subtly closed his laptop, hiding the five-minute-old Facebook Relationship Status that proclaimed Artemis' new beau and her were officially together. That was all it took for Wally, and Dick had waited patiently despite the fact that he was due for his bi-weekly trip to the bar down the road.

"I introduced them!" the red-head groaned, falling back into the bed. Dick scratched his neck awkwardly, just as Wally realised that the bedding he was on was... fancy. "Oh, dude, this is your special duvet. Were you gonna go out tonight?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I decided I'd done enough work as Nightwing and it was time to go out and get laid. But it's cool – I'll stay here with you."

"Nah, let's get out – I need some ladies to get over Blondie. I can use your spare room, right?"

Again, Dick's eyes dropped.

"Oh. Not that kind of laying, huh?"

"I go once a fortnight, usually, but I can go tomorrow. We can drive down to another club tonight. I have cash."

Wally shook his head. "I'm a guest, so you do to your thing."

"I don't want to leave you alone," Dick insisted, leaning against the doorframe.

A grin made the freckles on Wally's cheek even more noticeable. "Oh, you won't – I'm coming with."

Dick's face was the definition of disbelief. "You want to go to a gay bar?"

"Don't act so surprised. It'll be a hoot. Worst case scenario I grab your keys and waltz into that club, grab the hottest chick I can and be back A-S-A-P."

The younger man bit his lip. Wally always made things sound so simple, especially when they weren't.

"Okay then." He slung on his jacket. "Don't you dare say I didn't warn you."

.

"Dick, I would just like to say again that I am so, so sorry!"

The bottle made a deep sound as its base touched the table, almost unheard due to Dick's laugh. "Forget it, Wally. It's cool. I probably would've done the same on my first night in there if my metabolism deemed the effects of alcohol... um... ineffective."

But the way the ice hit the bottom of his glass said otherwise. He was only tipsy and it still made Wally feel alone. Although... It did give him the advantage...

"Anyway," continued Dick, pouring himself another, plus a second for his embarrassed friend, "it's fine with girls, but these walls are thin and I doubt you'd want to hear me getting it on with a man. Not quite the average heterosexual guy's idea of comfortable. Maybe we should consider this a good thing for the worth of our friendship, me not bringing anyone home."

"Well, you brought me home," Wally smiled shyly.

Dick handed him the golden liquid and grinned; "As opposed to leaving you outside? I'm not Batman, you know."

Swallowing the bulge that was clogging his throat (as well as a good glug of scotch), the red-head leant against the counter, ignoring the offered seat opposite Dick. "No, uh, you brought me home."

There was a silent moment between them.

The laughter filled Wally's ears like the red filled his cheeks.

"Don't do that! Honestly, dude, sometimes I can never tell when you're joking or not."

"I'm not joking."

Yet another awkward pause laced its way into the air before Dick's smirk grew. "There it is again. Seeing you fake seriousness is scary."

Did alcohol fog up Nightwing's lie-detector? Wally ignored this thought, just closed the distance between their mouths in a swift step and a crouch.

Dick tasted tangy and his breath smelled of the cocktails he'd consumed previously. A cut on his lip was brushed briefly by Wally's tongue and he noted it as he held Dick's pointed chin on his thumb.

Two hands brought him back into reality, back into Dick's eyes which were blue and confused and dilated.

"What the hell-"

"Listen to me – I don't care about Artemis. It was just an excuse. I knew tonight was your gay-bar night, I purposefully fucked it up between you and that dude, and I just kissed you not to screw around but... actually, yeah, to screw you."

And there was Dick. Robin. The boy in green and red and yellow who turned to black and blue on his eighteenth, staring right back into his best friend's face in shock.

How long had they been friends?

Too long for Wally to have thought his plan through for under four months.

"Say something."

Relief flowed through Wally's his body as that cocky grin swept over Dick's face. "You could at least have had the class to take me to bed. Did you think this was going to be a kitchen-fuck?"

Then it was gone and replaced with Dick's lips back on Wally's, hands sliding around his neck with the older man's lifting him off of the seat, then legs staying wrapped around his waist even as the acrobat was lowered onto his bed, onto the fancy covers. Dick's body was all sorts of—amazing, sexy, hot—things, so Wally didn't need any persuading the target the key parts, the ones practically built out of nerves that raised goosebumps across the former's skin. They were relatively slow at first, holding each other as tight as they could, but all this passion was threading its way into their veins and waiting just wasn't on the god-damned table anymore.

Even with this considered Dick's desperateness was vicious; he just wanted more – more of the touch, more of Wally's knee between his thighs. Dick kissed at any visible skin he could, one arm's fingers locked to clasp at the back of Wally's shirt, the other rubbing purposefully under the crotch of his jeans, hoping to awake the latter's cock from limpness as he himself was already hardening. Dick's thighs tightened around Wally's. Wally groaned.

"What are we doing?" Dick asked. It wasn't accusing, just a simple question. "Were you serious when you said you wanted to, as it was so tactfully put, screw? Or did you just want to do some hand-and-head, maybe a sixty-niner and-"

All was silenced with another rough kiss.

"Hey Dick."

"Hey Wally."

Wally bit his lip. He bit it because this was his fantasy. "I want to fuck you."

Dick rolled him over, immediately undoing the button and tugging on the zip so fast it almost broke. He licked at Wally's half-erect penis with a confidence Wally knew he wouldn't be able to match. So instead of worrying about whatthehelldoIdowhenit'smyturn, Wally removed his shirt and sat up, Dick sliding according onto the floor, between Wally's feet.

The shoes were thrown away like rats in a restaurant, most of the remaining clothing in the same manner. As though their mere existence was reason enough to be disgusted with them. Dick was as good at blowjobs as he was everything else he used his mouth for, and he had his partner gasping not too far into it. Satisfied, Dick stood to drop his own pants. Wally did it for him, licking his lips at the way Dick's cock was sitting to the side in his underwear. He massaged it gently, pulled the band down and swallowed, because Dick was... bigger than him. And thicker. But it was okay because Wally had undoubtedly spent hours of his life jerking himself off. He tried to use the techniques he'd mastered, the twists and speeds and stuff, and felt a flutter of relief when Dick responded with a moan. His pants were still around his ankles.

"Dick. Um, Dick. I've never-" He froze. Those eyes were hungry and daring, his mouth a breathy reassurance. So, instead of asking for directions, Wally sped through the orange light and kissed wetly along Dick's length. Then he held it, guided it into his mouth.

"Teeth, Wally. Just open your... a bit more... Yeah, that's good."

Rubbing smooth circles into the back of his neck, ignoring the rookie errors, Dick stepped smoothly from the puddle of denim at his feet.

They were under the duvet in no time and cuddling and naked. Dick opened to him, kissed his freckled collarbone and bit his ear. The breathing was mixed and filled the steamy air. The feeling of warmth across his damp skin was thrilling – the rhythmless touches and kisses amazing. Wally'd never been so physically or mentally close to a dude in his life and this was so utterly perfect. If this night kept going as well as it was at that moment, Wallace West could die a happy man.

He couldn't, however, put his finger on why this felt so right, so comfortable with Dick. Sure, they were best friends and all, but had it been anyone else there'd be a fumbling Wally who would be literally vibrating, with even the most patient of partners ready to smack him around the head. Despite the nervousness, Dick explored his bare body with smooth hands—some expensive moisturiser that Alfred had insisted upon, Wally guessed—and smiled. Had he wanted this, too? For how long? This seemed like a question best left for later.

"You should start stretching me," Dick advised in a whisper. It broke Wally's thoughts the moment he realised what that meant. They were both guys. And that brought forth another little realisation...

He was straddled as Dick produced a bottle of lube—where the hell did that come from?—spreading it over Wally's index finger and his own. Then Wally watched in awe as Dick opened himself a bit. In went one. In went another. Dick looked down at Wally. "It's not a show – might I suggest taking a more active role?"

Wally complied and pushed his way up with one finger. Inside Dick. It was slimy but warm and tight. He felt all the muscles clench and relax as Dick groaned.

"Feel that?"

Wally nodded.

"That's my prostate. I'm going to turn around, but you keep rubbing it, okay?" He threw the cover back.

"Turn around? Wait-" His question was ended with a moan, realising swiftly that they were doing a sixty-nine position. Then it hit that he was supposed to be doing things, supposed to be putting Dick... back in his mouth...

Please let me do this right. Please let me make him feel as good as he makes me.

He pumped it, stroked the hairs that looked suspiciously neat – Wally made a mental note to interrogate Dick about his little manscaping thing some other time. As he thought this, the ginger squirmed his tongue around, produced a good amount of saliva. He tried not to think about all the practice Dick would have had to get that good at giving head.

There were questions spilling from his brain—Am I supposed to put the whole thing in?—but he couldn't have asked them even if he had the nerve. Wally had taken as much as he could, careful not to let Dick hit the back of his throat and trigger that stupid gag reflex. Speaking of which, holy mother of God did Dick even have one? Wally peered down as he gave his neck a break from the repetitive bobbing and watched his entire length disappear wholly and reappear, sometimes followed by some licks and a hand, before he got back to work. This time, he sucked, and Dick hissed and threw his head back.

"Condoms... They're in the top draw."

Dick snatched it from Wally's hand, opening the wrapper himself and deftly rolling it on.

For some reason—it was one of the things Artemis dumped him for, actually—Wally had a thing for missionary. One-night stands he wouldn't care, but with people he loved... It seemed more personal. So when Dick laid down underneath him, underneath the duvet once again, legs loosely around his waist and told him "Put it in," Wally's heart nearly grew wings and flew away. He kissed Dick, holding his pulsing cock in one hand, and pushed forward. Dick gaped and closed his eyes, letting a weak "Oh" escape, Wally smearing more reassuring kisses down his cheekbone and neck.

He'd done it.

They were doing it.

Wally nudged in again. Dick's face relaxed a bit more and he sighed raggedly, letting his friend plant his lips on the corners of his own. He estimated how many marks there would be on his neck come morning – probably nothing a hoodie couldn't hide. Wally made small grunting noises and continued his slow pace, watching with deep concern as Dick let out little gasps.

"Faster, Wally," Dick insisted gently.

He was the posterboy for charming, for righteousness and perfection and he was in Wally's arms, begging for more. Every thrust brought forth another sound, another squeeze on his shoulders. And when they were ready for it to be considered composed—or as composed as you can be in the midst of intercourse with the one you've been pining after for months—they went for the mouths again, gasping between lip-locks and tongues that licked at each other's teeth. Wally sat up and brought Dick with him, letting the man ride his cock to hit just the right place to make him cry out into Wally's neck. Dick's blush was present only on his cheeks, whilst Wally's ran right from the tips of his ears to his jaw. Usually combed into a shaggy 'do, the former's hair was wild and shaken up, bouncing with each roll of Dick's hips.

"A couple more," he hissed, mouth open against Wally's shoulder. "Just let me... Just let me-ah! Wally, Wally – oh, fuck – Wally!"

Wally lifted Dick's butt, laid the acrobat back on the bed and rammed into him until he was finished. Then Wally kept going. He knew that it would only take a couple of seconds, and if Dick kept making those faces he would definitely... he would...

He groaned and came, tossing his head back then letting it hang. Dick looked back up through half-lidded eyes, and his face was shiny – it was the calmest, most beautiful expression Wally had ever seen on him. He felt so amazing, so happy. He dropped his head to Dick's shoulder and steadied the beating in his chest that was pretty much the definition of erratic.

"How was it?"

Wally grinned. "Good. Really, really good."

Biting his lip for a second—how did he make a thinking face look so hot?—Dick stretched his arms. "I don't suppose you want to cuddle after really, really good sex?"

Wally couldn't think of anything better.

His lips met with Dick's; a slow, gentle touch that contrasted so greatly to the hungry clashes of teeth and tongues from earlier. Dick knew how to be soft, and he practically owned Frenching. Both of the boys' hands were clammy, their bodies even more so, with Dick's hair stuck to his forehead and the back of Wally's neck still prickling with drying perspiration, but neither cared. His insides were melting, his skin still burning from the heat of the moment.

Smooching down his friend's—?—neck, Wally murmured "You're amazing."

"Mm, I know."

Wally chuckled quietly. "Not to mention modest, and wonderful, and-"

"What do you think this is, West?" Dick snapped abruptly. "Just because we had sex doesn't mean I love you or anything."

Wally's smile dropped. "Wait, what? Dick, I-"

"You're a good friend, Wally, but you're way too lame for me." All of the joke was summed up with his grin.

"You're such an ass," Wally snorted.

"Speaking of which – get your manhood out of mine."

Rolling over, closing his eyes, Wally just breathed with calmed, relaxed intakes of air as Dick cleaned up his own mess. Then he clambered back in and rested his head on Wally's chest.

"Did you only agree to this because you were horny?" the ex-Kid Flash asked in a whisper.

"No."

"Then why? Is it because you're drunk?"

Dick laughed sleepily. "I'm only a little bit intoxicated, Wally, and no. I did it because it was you."