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[So this...whatever they had going on, it's complicated. That's what Wally tells himself when their teammates give he and Robin weird looks, when Batman seems like he's glaring even though Wally can't tell the difference between a stare and a glare from old Bats, when his uncle's hand rests on his back and Wally thinks they just have to know.

But he's not ashamed. He's just- he doesn't know how to explain it yet. Parents first. Everyone else second.

They finally got the okay for Robin to spend the night at Wally's, which is a rare occurrence indeed. Unfortunately, Wally's parents aren't home so it's become very awkward. Usually they just hang out, do the same thing they always do with the occasional bout of discomfort but without parents? Well. Wally's not under the delusion that anything's going to happen -they haven't even kissed yet- but it's still- it's weird. It's like back in middle school when he went up to Sandy Hartford's room and he thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend, but apparently you have to clear that with the other person first.

It was. It's weird. Because now he's looking at Dick like he looked at Sandy, and his stomach is in knots like it was with Sandy, but it's different because it's more and that just makes it weirder.]

...Mom just went shopping, there's probably like...Cheetos or something downstairs.

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Mm.

[ is all Robin says, and it's definitely not a complaining sort of noise or even an uncertain one. He feels warm, but Wally's hand feels warmer, and his muscles kind of tense all on their own just from that, and he's very, very aware of all of this in a way that he thinks maybe he's not supposed to be actively thinking about, but who's keeping score? ]

[When Dick doesn't stop him or otherwise express his dislike of that Wally shoves his hand up further, spreads his palm over Robin's back and Jesus his skin is warm. And his back is strong and his muscles feel like cords wrapped around his bones and Wally never thought he'd be attracted to a guy's back but here he is, sorta turned on by it. ...okay, a lot turned on by it. Sue him, he's seventeen and Dick Grayson is Hot with a capital H.

Wally breaks the kiss and tucks his head between Dick's jaw and shoulder, touching his lips to his neck in a quick, hurried line on his way down to his collarbone.]

[ Dick lets out a soft, high noise, somewhere between a sigh and a quiet whine, tipping his head to give Wally more room. The hand on Wally's waist curls reflexively, fingers sliding beneath the hem of his shirt, just above the waistband of his jeans, and he shivers. ]

So am I gonna get that hickey?

You bet, [Wally mutters against his skin, and pushes at Dick until he rolls onto his back.] Want it somewhere nobody'll see, or do you want people to know you got lucky?

The question is...

[ He grins, teasing fingers at the small of Wally's back, under his shirt. ]

Do you want Batman to know I got lucky?

[ someone doesn't know the definition of "mood killer" ]

[ugh] Duuuude, don't talk about Batman when we're trying to be sexy together. Jeez. [Wally just shoves Dick's shirt up to his armpits and ducks down to lay a kiss on his stomach. He'll just put the hickey here, then.]

Gak—

[ Dick's hand flies up to his mouth, muffling whatever ridiculous sound he was halfway through making, heart pounding and muscles going tense under Wally's mouth. That's so good it has to be illegal or something. ]

Mmmphgetting a little PG-13, dude.

[Wally pops up immediately, giving Dick his most sincere look, the kind that isn't drenched in his ego-protecting bravado or that suave personality he likes to put on for the Kid Flash theatrics.] In a bad way? 'Cause I can stop, it's totally cool.

No! No, uh— [ He lets out a giddy, breathless laugh. ] In an almost too good way?

[ why is he only fifteen why hormones why this ]

Oh. Okay. [Wally ignores how his ears go pink at the edges.] Well, if it gets really weird, just let me know before you do some weird judo move and flip me out the window or something, okay?

[At least when he lowers his mouth back down to Robin's stomach he goes a little slower, the kisses moving up to his chest instead of the much more perilous southern territory. Wally's not brave enough to go that far either, not with Dick, not when he doesn't know anything and Dick's not old enough anyway.]

I-I'm not gonna—

[ His face heats up when Wally's mouth dips back down (jeez, it's so warm) and he threads his fingers through the soft, fluffy top of Wally's hair, and for a second he forgets what he was gonna say. Why were they talking about judo? ]

—guh. Dude, you're making me stupid up here, no fair.

I kind like you being stupid, [Wally laughs against Dick's skin, and the next kiss he presses right beneath his rib cage is long and sucking. Maybe he'll put the bruise right here.]

I'm sure the novelty will wear off.

[ Dick's eyelashes flutter, and he winds a lock of Wally's hair around his first two fingers gently as he rests his palm on his head. ]

Not anytime soon. [Dick's fingers feel good in his hair, and his skin feels so amazingly warm, even compared to Wally's. His sides are smooth where Wally holds him still, and the muscles of his stomach twitch whenever Wally lingers a little too long in one spot.

He's tempted to do something more, to go for something more sensitive but Dick had gotten nervous enough with just the kissing so he'll save it. Not freaking Robin out ranks so much higher than his own libido on his scale of importance.

That doesn't mean he can't kiss his way up practically to Dick's collarbone, his shirt bunched up and shoved against Wally's nose as he sucks there a little before he sinks back down to his stomach and searches for the best spot to put the hickey. First hickey, gotta be somewhere great.

Ah, yes. Right there, below the navel, above that ridiculously good-looking hip bone. Perfect.

Wally ducks down to do just that.]

[ Whatever part of Dick's brain is in charge of witty one liners just flew south for the winter, because that's Wally's mouth and his hip and it's hot, like hotter than regular speedster hot, even, and for a dizzying second he thinks about how that heat would feel other places — and then comes the dangerous thought that if he looks in the mirror he'll be able to see it, and that? That pretty much wipes out the rest of his higher brain functions.

His nails drag a little on Wally's scalp, and he forgets how to breathe for a second, and his hand's shaking. His hand's not supposed to shake, he's Robin.

... He's gonna need a cold shower. But not until Wally lets him return the favor. ]

[It doesn't take long to make a mark, and Wally draws back to prop himself up on his elbows and admire his work. His own cheeks are flushed just looking at it, just remembering Robin's nails in his hair and the little gasp he made when Wally scraped his teeth over his skin.

He grins and lightly smacks the mark to try and break the tension.]

There. "Wally was here." That's probably some of my best work yet.

Get up here, you dork, [ Dick mutters, flushed and overheated, and hauls Wally in by the hair to press his lips to the side of his neck. It's not a particularly graceful series of kisses. Dick makes a soft little mmph against his skin, trying to find a particular little cluster of freckles he's always been fascinated by, right where Dick can see his heart beating in his neck, and then—

Yeah, there. There's good.

He sucks at that spot until it's flushed, then grazes his teeth against it as he pulls back, maybe just a touch rougher than he'd actually intended. ]

... Merry Christmas.

[Wally is gaping down at Robin, face so red it's surprising he's still got enough blood to go...elsewhere.

And then he scrambles up off of Robin, touching a hand to his neck and fumbling for the bath towel thrown over the back of his desk chair.] I'm gonna- I gotta- Shower. I'm gonna go take a shower, you can- I mean whatever, just-

[Wally beats a hasty retreat, though right after closing the door behind himself he leans against it with a sigh and thunks his head back. He waits a minute, collects himself and then calls just loud enough for Robin to hear inside of his room -and please don't hear this, Mom and Dad-]

One year, dude.

[...NOW SHOWER. And maybe instead of crashing on the couch, when Robin is already asleep and Wally can barely keep his eyes open, he'll crawl into bed next to him and fall asleep with his arm thrown over Dick's side, listening to him breathe and thinking that yeah, definitely, he could get used to this.]

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