#birdflash fic

“You forgot the second c and o in coconut,” Dick casually pipes up and Wally stops his movements as he blinks down at his boyfriend in surprise.

“How’d you know?”

The younger man slides his hands up the other’s thighs and rests them on his hips, making the Speedster move again and guiding his movements. He strokes a thumb over a hipbone and Wally’s lips quirk up a little at the slightly ticklish sensation. 

“It-” Dick groans when Wally clenches around him before rocking back and forth with a small grin, and the younger clears his throat, “ -isn’t that hard when it feels like my dick is being moved like a control stick. Also, you spelled Tellurium wrong.”

They both take a second to giggle before Dick’s grips on Wally’s hips tightens and the older man starts bouncing up and down on the younger’s cock in earnest now instead of the deliberate rotations and back and forth slides of before.

They’re both near the edge when Wally starts to mumble under his breath.

“C'mon, yeah-” Dick hears through the rhythmic slapping of their skin and the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of Wally, made easier from all the lube, spit and cum trickling out of him with Dick’s every thrust from their earlier fucking. 

He’s about to cum for the umpteenth time that night when Wally whimpers and groans out “Yuh- Yeah- Nut in me-!”

Dick can’t help the howl of laughter that he lets out as he comes inside of Wally at the same time as Wally shoots his load across Dick’s chest with a whine. 

The Speedster looks confused at the other for a second as he gasps for breath before he realizes what he’d said and starts to snicker himself, slumping over to rest his forehead against Dick’s shoulder as they both shake with laughter and from their releases. 

After a while, when they’ve both calmed down and are just laying on the bed in calm bliss, Dick’s hand drawing figures on Wally’s back and Wally pressing lazy kisses on the love bites painting Dick’s neck, the younger finally helps the red head ease up and off the bed to go to the shower. 

“Come on, let’s go wash all this coconut off.“ 

A fresh round of giggles resonate throughout the apartment as the two trips their way into the bathroom for a much needed shower. 

A/N

I was riding the train when the "coconut challenge” suddenly came to mind and I opened drive and this piece basically wrote itself lmao. If you don’t know what the coconut challenge is basically the one who’s getting fucked “spells” coconut by moving their hips over the dick or something idk how effective that is but yes that’s it lol

Really short, very silly

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It was a quiet day.

And, with all of the crime throughout the city recently, it came as a surprise for Dick. The last few weeks had been full of the same old shipment busts that seemed to drag on forever. It was always the same for Dick and his team: suit up, stealth mode, follow the truck to the meeting place, take out bad guys, lock up weapons, repeat. All while the League got the big missions in Metropolis, and in space, for crying out loud. Even after talking to Bruce about it, Dick was dismissed back to the cave, to sit and wait for another alert.

But today was different. Right off the bat (ha ha, get it), Batman told the team of young heroes that it would be an uneventful day. Connor and M’gann left to spend a day sightseeing, and Artemis and Zatanna went to “study”. Dick sure wasn’t going to waste an empty Thursday studying or sightseeing (‘is there even anything worth sightseeing in Gotham?’). So he figured he would settle in and read.

Growing up with Bruce Wayne ensured that Dick had an extensive library at hand, yet he had never found the time to read. There were so many choices; there were the classic novels, there was Shakespeare, there was comedy, tragedy, romance, mystery. You pick a category, or an author, and you could most likely find it in the Wayne library. But, of course, of all of the choices, Dick simply chose to read a book about coding. Not too enticing that he would get hooked, yet not boring enough to put him to sleep. Perfect for his single free day.

He settled down on the sofa in the cave’s common room, not wanting to lock himself away in his own room. Plus, there was a kitchenette and refrigerator at hand, in case he decided to go crazy and feed himself at some point in his sum of free hours. Laying his head on a mountain of pillows Dick stretched himself out on the sofa, sinking into its soft cushions with ease. In a quick moment he felt a level of comfort and content that he had not felt in a long time. No missions to deal with, no secret identity to hide, and no bad guys to fight. Just him, his book, and a fuzzy throw blanket shielding him from the particularly chilly temperature of the cave in December.

After an hour or two Dick was well into his book. It was all things that he had read before, of course: beginner’s coding lingo and steps that he had practiced hundreds of times. The only time he moved from his comfortable position on the couch was to readjust his pillows during hour three.

At this point he seemed to be completely dissolved in the book, because he did not notice the entrance of another person into the room. It wasn’t until he heard the refrigerator door close across the room that he peeled his eyes from the pages.

Dick let out a small squeal at the interruption, throwing the book in front of his face as he flailed, sending his blanket tumbling to the floor. He peaked out from the book to find Wally watching him across the room. He was standing at the island countertop nonchalantly, sipping from a straw at a glass of soda. When Dick spotted him Wally offered a sly smile, resulting in the Dick he knew and loved rolling his eyes, per usual.

“I should have known. You’re so fast, you’re the one person that can slip under my radar,” Dick sang, picking the blanket up and tossing it onto his lap. He set his book down on top of it, open with its spine to the sky.

Wally shrugged, pacing the floor toward the boy. “I thought I came in pretty loudly. I think it’s the book that helped me sneak by,” he said. He leaned on the arm of the couch opposite of Dick, dipping his head toward him. He arched an eyebrow. “Whatcha reading, anyways?” Dick lifted the book to Wally, and the boy laughed out loud, a hand straying to his wild red locks. “Of course. Only you would read something that boringly perfect on your day off, Dick.”

Dick blushed at Wally’s saying his name. Every other day he was only referred to as Robin, so it was a surprising and refreshing change of pace. Plus, Dick liked how Wally pronounced every syllable of his name. Clearly, with purpose.

“What is it?” Wally asked, poking at Dick’s foot. “Do you want me to go? I’m sorry I interrupted your reading, I just—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Dick insisted. “It’s… nothing.” Dick sighed, recovering from his slip up. He shook his head, stuttering for a moment. “What- uh- what are you doing? With your day off, I mean.”

Wally peered around them for a moment. “Bothering you, I guess,” he said with a small chuckle. “The girls invited me to study, but you know me.”

Dick smiled, nodding his head. “I wish I could have witnessed that.”

Wally shook his head. “I was still snorting by the time they had zeta-d out of there!”

Dick and Wally laughed together, but after a minute their chuckles had died out, leaving them in a heavy silence. Dick looked to Wally, watching a small blush rise in his tan, freckled cheeks. Wally clasped his hands together, rubbing them slightly. He looked around them, as if he was trying to find something. And finally, before Dick could drown in the silence, a small gasp escaped the speedster’s lips, and he vaulted to his feet, quickly making his way across the room.

He took something from the countertop. A laptop. He opened it, signing in quickly, and opened a tab that Dick couldn’t see from his seat. In a moment a small smile tugged at Wally’s lips, resulting in one forming on Dick’s as well. That was the thing with Wally: he could never fail to make Dick smile. No matter what mood Dick was in, or where they were, Wally always thought of something.

Wally’s fingers worked at the keys in front of him impossibly fast, so there was no way of knowing what exactly he was doing. After a few more clicks, though, he was finished. He reached for a remote next to him and pressed a few more buttons. It was the remote to the speakers around them.

Wally rolled his shoulders back and looked to the computer screen proudly, then turning to Dick. “I’m sorry, but I was almost put to sleep just by looking at your coding book. Your day off needs a bit of… reamping.”

Dick cocked an eyebrow, but before he could form any words the music began to blast through the speakers. He could feel the thumping of the beats underneath him, and he was glad that they were alone in the cave, because this could probably be heard in any and every room.

Dick threw a hand over his mouth. “Build Me Up Buttercup” blasted around the boys, and there was Wally, standing across from Dick, snapping his fingers and dancing to the silly song. And, as if the scene wasn’t already unreal, Wally soon began to scream the lyrics at Dick, pointing and singing at him. Dick fell back onto the sofa, laughing out loud. He was holding his own stomach, and there were tears pooling in his eyes. He couldn’t handle it. It was crazy. Like, Wally wasn’t just singing the lyrics, but he was actually screaming them. Like he was performing at a heavy metal concert, rather than singing The Foundations on a Thursday afternoon to his best friend. And the dancing. The pointing, dropping to his knees, the dramatic arm and head gestures. Dick was practically on the floor.

In a moment, though, before he could actually fall to the floor, Wally was in front of him, taking his hands into his own. He pulled Dick to his feet and into his arms, and if it wasn’t for middle school P.E. class, Dick wouldn’t have the suave to pull this off. But he had a bit of suave, and in a moment he and Wally were slow dancing to the stupid song, hand in hand, face to face (face to forehead, I should say. Wally still had a few inches on Dick). Wally’s arm fell around Dick’s waist, and with all of the laughing he was doing Dick leaned heavily upon Wally, his forehead pressed against Wally’s chest. Wally was still screaming the lyrics, making Dick laugh harder than he thought possible. Harder than he had in a long, long time.

Baby, baby, try to find, Wally sang.

A little time and I’ll make you mine.

I’ll be home, I’ll be beside the phone

Waiting for youuuuu (Ooooooo, oooooo).

And they belted everything after that, until the song was over. The two boys danced together, giggling and singing and twirling each other around the room like a couple of idiots. And after the song faded and came to an end, the two remained there, holding each other in the middle of the room. Their hysteria calmed down, and all that remained was small smiles and small blushes.

After minutes of humming in the silence, Wally spoke up. Dick was surprised his voice wasn’t raspy from the scream-singing.

“How does that coding book sound now?” Wally said.

Dick sighed, tucking his head into his friend’s shoulder. He could hear his heartbeat.

“Let’s just forget about that,” Dick said, his voice almost a whisper, earning another laugh from his friend.

Wally smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around Dick, pulling him closer to his chest.

“Good day off?” he asked.

Roy just gave Wally an unimpressed look, crossing his arms as Kaldur joined them, Zatanna right behind him. "Hello Roy," Kaldur said with a smile for his boyfriend. "It is good to see you again, Dick, Wally, Artemis."

Artemis grinned as she waved at him before getting enveloped in a hug from Zatanna. "So where's M'gann and Conner?" Roy asked with a frown. "They're the only ones not here." Dick chuckled. "It's not like we planned this, Roy. We were each hanging out with whoever we made plans with today. Me and you ended up here because you insisted I not pay for everything today." He shrugged. "What about you guys?" "Baywatch said something about freaking out Roy," Artemis answered with a shrug. "And I thought it sounded like fun so I agreed to come along." "Zatanna insisted the two of us hang out without our 'significant others'," Kaldur said with a shy smile directed at Zatanna. "I suppose we should not have come into this bank after all." Wally grinned, throwing his arms out dramatically. "It must be fate! We were all meant to hang out today!" Artemis smacked him on the back of the head. "You don't even believe in magic." She rolled her eyes as she turned to Dick. "And I'm absolutely certain that Jason is behind this somehow." "Jason?" Roy asked, arching an eyebrow in confusion. "Your little brother? Isn't he with Tim today?" "He's always with Tim," Dick answered with a shrug. "And yes, he could very well be behind this. As you pointed out just last week he is king of the little shits." "Oh, you mean when you almost got robbed and we got invited to the dinner party from hell?" Artemis asked with a smug glance at Roy, who she had "forgotten" to invite to the so-called "dinner party from hell". Dick smiled. "Oh, it wasn't that bad." Wally made a noise of protest at that, glaring at Dick. "Not that bad, my ass! I almost died!" Dick arched an eyebrow at that. "Alfred never would have allowed that, no matter what Jason says." He shrugged. "Besides, you all made it out alive. Bruce will kill us if we ever do that again, but you're all still alive." Zatanna rolled her eyes. "I don't think any of us would ever volunteer to go to another dinner like that, Dick." "Yeah," Wally was quick to agree. "Dude, I love you, but there's no way in hell that's ever happening again." Artemis chuckled. "I'm sure you must get invited to dinner over there all the time." Wally glared at her. "We don't talk about that." Before he could elaborate or Artemis could ask anything else there was a gunshot and several screams, one of which might have come from Wally. Dick whirled around while Roy narrowed his eyes, muttering, "What the hell?" "Down!" Artemis whispered harshly at them, pulling Dick down to the floor with her. "I swear to Batman, Dick, if this is somehow about you..." "Could be. Bruce Wayne's ward, Artie. Remember?" Artemis did not look impressed. She gestured to her expression. "Does this face look happy to you, Dick? This is not my happy face." "It's not." Wally agreed, earning a glare for the effort. "What? It isn't your happy face, blondie." While the two of them were arguing Roy dropped to the floor next to Dick, Kaldur and Zatanna right beside him. "So where's the culprit, Dick? I'm sure you've already figured their entire plan out." Dick flashed his friend a smile. "Of course I have. What do you take me for?" Roy rolled his eyes. "Just get to it. What's their plan and how do we stop it without outing ourselves as superheroes?" "Well, first of all, we can't move without drawing attention to ourselves," Dick explained with a grimace. Roy should have known that much, at least... "Artemis, Wally, and Zatanna can do some attacking without outing themselves. Artemis and Zatanna are in self-defense classes so that won't seem too suspicious and Wally played football in high school." "We're in what?" Artemis asked with a glare before turning to Wally. "You played football?" "Focus, Artie," Dick said, nudging her shoulder with his own. "I signed you guys up after you saved me from those guys last week. You don't really have to go but Bruce paid off the owners and we set it up so it looks like you guys know some fighting moves." Artemis gave him a speculative look at that and he shrugged. "What? We couldn't have anyone suspecting the truth." Artemis sighed. "I suppose that's fine, then." Zatanna smiled tensely while checking her phone. "M'gann just texted me. She says Batman and the Flash are outside and that we shouldn't do anything stupid." Dick scoffed. "As if! Bruce should know better than that." He froze as one of the guys with guns walked past them. "Anyways," he continued in a whisper. "There are seven guys in all. Two are walking around this part of the bank, three are in with the tellers, and the remaining two are covering their getaway." "I don't understand how you do that." Wally said in astonishment. "Years of practice, Walls." Dick grinned. "On the next pass I'm going to try to make an escape. That's when Artemis and Zatanna come in. Artemis, you grab the guy that just passed and knock him out...quietly. And then Zatanna, I need you to get the other guy. He won't be too far behind this one." They both nodded so Dick continued. "While they're focused on me, I need Roy and Kaldur to get into the next room and take out those three guys. Are you good to do that?" Kaldur nodded while Roy rolled his eyes, muttering, "Of course, Dick. Who do you take me for? Oliver Queen?" "Yes," Dick said with a smirk. "I think you're Oliver Queen. Whenever did you dye your hair red, Ollie?" Roy glared at him. "Fuck you." "That's not very nice." "Do I look like I care?" Roy asked with a blank expression. "Because I don't." "Guys," Artemis warned. "The guard's almost here. What's Wally's job?" "While you guys are taking care of that, Wally and I are going to take out the guys covering the exit." Dick glanced at all of them. "You good to go?" No sooner than they had all nodded the guard walked past them. Dick jumped to his feet and started running, ignoring the surprised shouts behind him that were quickly silenced. Before long, he was making his way to the rear exit, easily keeping pace with Wally, who was being careful to appear as normal as Dick, though either of them were anything but. "So what's the plan?" Wally asked in a whisper. "You disappear and leave me to fight the bad guys?" Dick rolled his eyes. "That was years ago. You have got to get over that." Wally grinned. "Not gonna happen, babe." "Yeah, okay, Kid Mouth, just focus on the task at hand." Dick pulled Wally to a stop just shy of where they would be spotted. "You can't let on that you have super speed, just like I can't let on that I'm Nightwing. Please be careful. I don't want to lose anyone today." Wally leaned forward and kissed Dick on the lips. "Don't worry about me, Boy Wonderful. You'll never get rid of me." Dick couldn't help but smile at the old nickname. "Alright, Kid Idiot. Just don't get shot." They turned as one and ran into the next room. The two guys turned towards them, startled. Dick threw himself on top of one while Wally attacked the other, moving at a nice slow pace. Dick didn't have time to watch Wally, though, because in the next moment the guy he was on top of shoved him off and pointed his gun at Dick's forehead. "Give me one reason not to shoot." "Ever heard the name Richard Grayson?" Dick said with a smirk. "Might not want to kill me just yet." People did like to take him hostage, after all. Not that he was going to let that happen. If he got taken hostage there was a good chance his friends would get hurt, maybe even killed. And that was a chance Dick wasn't willing to take. He didn't care if he got hurt, or worse. Dick was willing to sacrifice himself if it got everyone out alive. In the grand scheme of things, Dick Grayson didn't matter one bit. The guy hesitated just long enough for Wally to knock out the other robber and shove Dick out of the way before the gun went off. The next moments were nothing but a blur of fear and blood. Not fear for himself, but for the person he couldn't stand to lose. "You idiot," Dick muttered as he sat next to Wally on the floor, his white t-shirt turning red on the shoulder. "I can't believe you took a bullet for me." Wally just smiled. "I love you." Dick leaned down and kissed him. "I love you, too, but if you ever do that again I'll kill you myself." Of course he didn't mean it. But Wally didn't need to know that.

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