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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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[FFFFFFFFFFFFFF he said it he said the b word]

R-right. [Wally is bright red can you see it? Of course you can you're like two inches away from him.

And then Wally looks down at Robin and he's all black hair and blue (Jesus they're really blue) eyes and serious expression, and he'd just passed into his fifteenth year recently and he's really filling out, shooting up like bamboo and Wally's seventeen so his growing is starting to slow and they're almost the same size, even if they're not nearly the same weight but that's changing because all Wally does is run while Dick throws himself around the training room and probably does pullups with his pinkies or something, and

just

Wally shoves his face against Dick's neck, squeezes him and he's just so glad and happy he met this person, he's so glad he blew himself up and met his (second-most favorite) hero and became best friends with him, and he's glad...one of them (he can't remember which) finally nutted up enough to ask the other on a date date, a real thing that wasn't just "heterosexual life partners" BS but an actual "so I was wondering if we should prove all the rumors true" sort of way.

And Wally can't help but wonder why Dick, Richard Grayson of all people would think he's cool and great and awesome when he's the clumsiest, slowest speedster of the lot and he's crap at so many things, and his own mentor didn't want him in the first place and he's never going to be popular in school, and from there he's just kind of kissing Rob's cheek and then his temple and his forehead and everywhere he can get, going,] Dude, dude I love you like, so so much, like a whole lot, dude.

[The 'love' word's always been there for him, always there for Robin and Wally doesn't have much of a problem saying it aloud. He's actually kind of amazed he hadn't done it until now.]

[ If Wally's red, Dick's just as much so. It takes him a moment, and another, and he's replaying Wally's words in his head while he recovers from it like a bird that just flew into a window, stock-still while Wally kisses his face. ]

Dude—

[ And then he's squirming, trying to give Wally an actual kiss kiss but it's hard to aim when Wally's covering as much ground as he can, like his lips are trying to run a marathon on his face or something. He manages, somehow, sliding his hand up to cup Wally's cheek and just hold him still for a second, two seconds, three, and he loses count.

When he finally pulls back, cheeks flushed, the most he can get out is: ] Dude, I wanted to say it.

Well you gotta be faster than that to beat me to the punch, [Wally smirks before pulling Dick in to another kiss. And then again, and why the fuck not, again.] Did you seriously just get lost in my eyes for a second there? What are we, a romcom? That's so gross dude.

No! Ugh, you're gross, shut up.

[ Dick's all flustered — genuine emotion has a way of doing that to him — but he grins and kisses Wally again. Maybe they'll just never stop kissing. That would be okay, he thinks. ]

You- mm- shut up. [Not his best comeback, to be fair, but Wally is sort of being kissed a whole bunch at the moment. ...actually about that-] Dick, um- [oops kissed again] We should...probably cool it.

Wha— [ It takes him a minute to figure out why Wally would possibly want to stop, which is probably a sign that they should. ]

... Oh. Uh. Sorry.

[Wally shrugs uneasily as they roll away from each other, instead stretching out side-by-side on the bed.] S'cool. Y'know. Just leaving room for Jesus.

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He wasn't invited.

[ Dick's blushing faintly, though, obviously flustered in a way that he wasn't until Wally drew attention to it. ]

He wasn't invited but he's gonna shove himself in there anyway. [...RED. Rolling onto his side to give Robin his back.] So are you uh, you staying the night? I can grab some blankets and stuff.

... I don't have to. I mean, if it's not cool with your folks, or whatever...

[ It's an easy out, if Wally needs one. He didn't think Wally would mind, but if he's gonna be all anxious about it... Ugh, and he was enjoying the snuggles, too. ]

Dude no, I want you to stay. Just- maybe I should take the couch. [Wally glances over at Dick and folds his hands over his stomach.]

What, afraid I won't be able to keep my hands off you?

[ It's a bad joke, but he really, really needs to diffuse some of the tension. ]

Switch you and me and yeah, that's what I'm worried about. [uh oh he's being serious which means he's not deflecting, robin better escape if he doesn't want to talk about uncomfortable issues that make him think about his emotions and stuff]

Oh.

[ He says it slowly and consideringly, fixing Wally with a long look. The thought... doesn't seem nearly as overwhelming as the idea of kissing Wally had, all those months ago. And sure, maybe he's not really ready for that, but— he doesn't want to run away, either. ]

... Maybe I could sleep on the floor in here?

Yeah, sure, if it's- [Wally sighs and drags a hand through his hair.] You know it's not because I'm like, opposed to it, right? [He pauses.] Have you uh...ever done anything? With someone?

[ Dick pushes himself up on an arm, shaking his head. The back of his neck prickles faintly, too warm. ]

... you'd be the first.

[ He hopes he doesn't sound too childish. His relationship with Zee had been his first, and while neither of them had been shy, it hadn't lasted long enough to go much past kissing. They were both younger then, anyway. ]

I figured. [Don't worry Robin, he's talking like he's some kind of sex connoisseur but he's seventeen, he's fooled around with a girl like once. He and Artemis got curious, but that's about it and they broke up shortly thereafter.]

Plus, I mean, Bats probably knows exactly where you are and I do not want him looming over me next time we do a mission briefing. That's just plain uncomfortable.

Please never bring up Batman when— hey, what do you mean, you figured?

[ WRONG CHOICE OF WORDS. ]

Well, dude, c'mon. [quick think of something that doesn't sound like 'ur just a kid'] I mean, you barely have time to hang out with me outside of work and school. Pretty sure you weren't exactly lining chicks up for experimentation.

[ okay well he goes red at THAT, and then he has to laugh it off or he might actually die. ]

Unless you count the mad scientist gig on the side...

Yeah, excluding that.

[wally don't]

Besides, I'm seventeen so it just makes sense that I'm way more experienced than you are. [u did it u did the thing]

[ OH NO YOU DIDN'T ]

What, like two years makes you some kind of— sex wizard? [ his superpower is saying that with a completely straight face. ]

Well chyeah, I mean, not only are you kind of a late bloomer [wally dear you are cruisin for a bruisin] but I'm pretty curious and I like to go out. You're kind of a workaholic, man.

[ Someone's getting hit in the face with a pillow, and his name is Wally. ]

[WHUMPF.

Wally flails a little and shoves the pillow aside- only to get smacked in the face with it again. He scrambles off the bed and out of Robin's immediate clobbering range.] Dude! I'm just telling you the truth-