Chapter 5

Neither Roy nor Wally was sure how it got to this point. Wally showed up at Roy's place that Wednesday night, just like they'd planned. They watched some movies, Wally snuggling up against Roy, the archer's arm wrapped tightly around him, holding him close. Then, somewhere along the line, their kissing became heated. Then hands were exploring, sliding beneath clothing. They were moving toward Roy's room. Clothes disappeared, and then suddenly, they were here; the two of them naked in Roy's bed, making love.

Roy was inside Wally, moving slowly, lips kissing his neck, his back, hands caressing his sides. One hand slipped beneath him and brushed lightly against the speedster's cock, making him shudder. Wally's face was buried in Roy's pillow, panting and moaning, whinging and groaning out Roy's name, his hips pushing back to meet Roy's gentle thrusts.

It was slow and sweet, sensual, and perfect. Both of them silently wished for this moment to last for eternity. Sex with Wally was everything he'd imagined. Wally felt amazing around him, so tight and warm, and as the boy writhed, and moaned in pleasure beneath him, his only thought was how beautiful he was. He knew in these moments that he wanted to make Wally look like this more often, wanted to make him moan and writhe beneath him, bring him all the pleasure he could, make him cry out his name.

"You're so beautiful, Wally," he whispered in Wally's ear, nibbling at his earlobe. Wally couldn't speak; his entire vocabulary had abandoned him and his only reply, was to search for Roy's hand, enlace their fingers, and kiss his knuckles while the older man hit that bundle of nerves, deep inside him.

For Wally's part, this was all perfect. He'd never slept with another man before, and Roy was so patient, so gentle and loving. Every movement was careful, considerate. He would stop and ask if he was alright, adjust for any pain he was feeling, kiss him when he asked it, moved when he wanted it, how he wanted it. He gulped when he'd first saw Roy's dick; he was big, but Roy just caressed his face, and asked him if this was what he wanted. And it was. And so Roy took his time and the results were...amazing.

Roy could feel Wally tightening around him, knew the boy was close. He continued his gentle thrusts, squeezing Wally's fingers when the teen squeezed his, then leaned in and kissed his neck, his other hand pumping the boy's length with slow, measured strokes.

"Come on babe. Almost there. Come for me," he whispered sweetly, a cocky little smirk tugging at his lips. And that was all it took to send Wally toppling over the edge. He buried his face in the pillow, cried out Roy's name, and came, his seed spilling over Roy's hand and onto the sheets below. But Roy wasn't done yet, so he pushed himself up, leaning back against Roy's front, reached back and ran a hand over Roy's thigh, to his ass, whispering to Roy "come on, it's your turn." And Roy closed his eyes, biting down on Wally's neck, ripping another moan out of the boy as he came hard inside him, filling him, and Wally shuddered in delight. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, spent and exhausted. Roy pulled out of Wally then reached over to the nightstand for some tissues, cleaning the both of them up and tossing it into the waste bin. He pulled Wally close to his chest, and Wally tucked his head under Roy's chin, snuggling into his warmth.

Wally sighed contentedly.

"I love you," he said softly. And Roy buried his face in the boy's hair, taking in his sent, wrapping his arms around him as tight as he dared.

"I love you too," he whispered. But what he didn't say, was that a part of him still ached. Because this...it felt wrong. It felt like he was lying to Wally. He hadn't told him about his slip up, about how he accidentally confessed to Dick. He hadn't lied when he told Wally he loved him, because he really did. But Dick...he didn't know what to do about Dick. He hadn't even seen him since that night four days ago...more importantly, why was he thinking about all this now? Especially after the most amazing sex he'd ever had,

Okay, that wasn't entirely true. He'd had sex many times before, but something about sex with someone you actually loved...there was just something so much more amazing about it. He couldn't explain it, there were no words. It was just...better.

Wally was fast asleep, Roy soon noticed. The boy's body had completely relaxed, his breath had slowed, and he could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against his own. Roy smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead before he carefully slid out of bed, trying not to wake him, and pulled on a pair of dorm pants. He pulled the covers over Wally's sleeping form and then soundlessly slipped into the living room, flipping on the tv and flopping down onto the couch.

He wasn't actually watching whatever was on, but he was thinking. He scrubbed his face with his hands and replayed the last few days over in his mind. Dick was talking to them again, and Wally's face just lit up like it was Christmas; he had his best friend back at last. But hat really bothered him, was the way Wally looked at him. As he thought back on it now, he realized that there were so many signs that he'd missed; the gentle touches, and small looks they sent each other, the cuddling that seemed platonic, but now he was realizing it really wasn't...Wally was in love with Dick.

And Dick is in love with Wally...But it didn't seem that clear cut, because this whole night, from the moment Wally showed up, to just before he fell asleep, the love the speedster had communicated to him, verbally and physically, that was real. Just as much as his love for Wally was real. Suddenly, everything seemed so...confusing...But he wasn't going to say anything to Wally. Not yet. What they had was special. Beautiful. And he wanted to hold onto that, because out of all his relationships, none of them had been as fulfilling at this one.

Wally loved him, and until the speedster said otherwise, he didn't want to ruin it, to ruin what they had. For now, things would remain as they were. He wasn't sure what to do, so he opted for neutrality; he'd wait and let Wally or Dick make the next move.

To say he was conflicted or confused, was an understatement. Dick was beyond both of those at this point. Roy and Wally were boyfriends now, and he was slowly coming to terms with that, with the fact that neither of them would have feelings for him beyond platonic friendship. And then Roy dropped that bombshell on him, confessed that he loved him, and his world was thrown back into chaos again.

He was lost, adrift in an endless tide of emotion with no end in sight.

He couldn't talk to Wally like he usually would either, because Roy was his boyfriend. He didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already had, and telling him that his boyfriend confessed love to him? That would be like driving a dagger into his heart.

The teen sat up on his window seat, staring out at the manor grounds below, trying to come up with answers, but falling flat on his face. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. How did you deal with this without breaking someone's heart? Roy had to be hurting; the man had told him he loved him and he just fled like a coward. And Wally...if he knew what Roy had said to him, it'd kill him.

Heaving a sigh, Dick pulled himself up off of the seat and pulled on a hoodie, kicking on his shoes. He decided to go to Mount Justice, because frankly, he couldn't hide here forever. It wasn't like he could go out on patrol either; Bruce had grounded him for a month. Nightwing may be Batman's partner, but Dick Grayson was still Bruce Wayne's son. At least he could still go to Mount Justice, so there was still that small freedom.

Recognized B01 - Nightwing

Dick made his way into the cave, greeting his friends; Artemis, Zatanna, and M'gann were in the kitchen chatting and giggling, Connor and Kaldur were sparring in the training room; he could hear the sounds of combat echo through the cave. Meanwhile, Wally was sitting on the couch in the lounge playing video games.

So Dick made his way over and flopped down on the couch, spooking Wally and killing his character. Wally sent him a glare, lacking in actual anger and Dick stuck his tongue out at him.

"Smooth, Kid Loser."

"Shut up, midget."

"You'll cry the day I get taller than you."

"I might become the next Solomon Grundy before that day ever comes." The two of them laughed and then Wally grabbed up a controller and tossed it to Dick.

"Oh, ready to get your ass handed to you?" he teased. Wally snorted and waved his hand dismissively.

"Isn't that what you always say, right before I kick your ass?" he teased.

And so the games began and they went on for a good hour, Dick and Wally trading wins and losses, taunts and playful jokes. And the game kept going until eventually, they were the only two left, save for M'gann and Connor, who were likely in their own rooms.

"Hmm. Definitely feeling the aster. That was fun," Dick said cheerily, placing the controller down on the table in front of them. He glanced over at Wally and Wally at him; they were sitting really close together now, which wasn't unusual, except...

The two of them looked down at their hands to find their fingers enlaced. Neither of them remembered doing that, and now they were both blushing furiously, completely embarrassed. Wally pulled away and Dick looked away, face flushed.

"Sorry," Dick said softly. Why was he apologizing? He didn't do anything. At least, he didn't think he did. Wally glanced over at Dick, and those thoughts he used to have-no that he still had-came flooding back. He began to imagine the feel of Dick's lips pressed against his own, the simple touch of their fingers entwined together seeming to have awoken something in him.

Before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, he was kissing Dick. Dick was shocked. Happy, but shocked. And confused. He kissed back and suddenly, things just went downhill from there. He felt Wally's hands up underneath his shirt, caressing his his stomach, brushing against his abs, his own hands gripping Wally's hips. But he had to end it; this was wrong, Wally was Roy's boyfriend. So he reluctantly pushed the speedster away, who was now blushing furiously.

"I see. So my suspicions were right after all," came Roy's voice behind them. Wally looked up at Roy, then back to Dick, his eyes filled with fear and realization at what he'd just done. Dick could feel the guilt building up inside him. Why hadn't he stopped it sooner?! Why did he allow it to escalate?! And now he could have ruined Wally and Roy's relationship! FUCK!

Wally was up off of the couch in an instant, but Roy backed away. Strangely enough he was...smiling?

"Roy, I...I'm sorry," Wally said softly. Roy just shook his head, turned, and then left. Dick was by his side in an instant, patting his back soothingly.

"Wally, I'm so sorry," he said softly. Wally sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair.

"It's my fault. I fucked up." He glanced over at Dick, because honestly, he was confused. It took him this long to figured out that-

"You kissed me back," he said softly. Dick blushed a bit, fidgeting nervously. Wally was piecing it together, it seemed.

"You kissed me back...when I kissed. Dick, do you-"

"Have a crush on you? Yeah."

"H-how long?" Dick bit his lip, hesitating, but Wally just watched him carefully.

"Three years." Wally just watched him, eyes slightly wide. He glanced back to the zeta tube, then back to Dick. He was upset, but also...conflicted.

"I...I should go. I'm sorry Wally," Dick whispered, placing a kiss on the speedster's cheek. He didn't know what else to do, because honestly? He was just as confused as Wally was. Confused and upset; because he felt like it was his fault that all of this ended so...badly.

"No, wait." Wally's hand darted out and grabbed Dick's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Dick turned to him, watching him. His face was unreadable, but when Wally spoke, it sounded...sincere.

"Dick...I...you should know...I um..." Dick's heart hammered in his chest because he knew what Wally wanted to say; he'd seen that look on Roy's face four nights ago. But Wally loved Roy, too, he could see it plain as day. And then realization dawned on him; holy fuck. He, Roy, and Wally, all loved each other. Well shit, this turned out to be...well, he wasn't really sure. He had an answer, but that answer only led to a million more questions and now he felt like he was even more confused than before.

Dick sighed heavily, placing his hands on Wally's shoulders.

"Look, I...I need some time. To think. And you should go talk to Roy. Try and patch things up, okay?" He felt Wally's pain because he looked just as confused as he felt. Dick made for the zeta tube, glancing back at Wally who looked a mixture of hurt, confused, conflicted and god only knew what else. Likely what Dick was feeling, not that he knew exactly how he felt right now either...