#grim fics

The responding groan vibrated through the body he was currently teasing, and sent a warm breath of air rushing over his rather sensitive earlobe. But still, that was not the reaction he desired. Not in the slightest, he wanted something more sinfully seductive. Of course, he wouldn't be the one to admit this aloud. That would be telling.

"Wally," he cooed softly, positioning himself so that his breath was now assaulting the speedster's neck. He pressed his lips against his skin, pecking his way up the side of the older boy's neck. He stopped when his nose was pressing against the bottom of his earlobe and bit down lightly into the soft skin right below it. That action earned him a short gasp.

"Wake up Wally," he cooed again not really expecting the boy to actually listen to him. He snickered softly and ran a single finger past those soft red curls and up the smooth, hard cylinder of skin that eagerly awaited his touch. Wally shuddered and Dick 'tsked'. He could do better than that. He wrapped his thumb and first two fingers around the rapidly hardening organ and tugged it gently.

That got a response. "Hnng, D-Dick." What had started as a sharp gasp had quickly evolved into a husky moan. Wally's eyelashes squeezed tighter shut and it was obvious that he was trying to desperately stay asleep. He looked flushed, sweat had begun to form on his brow and his lips had parted, only so he could suck in more of the oxygen he was suddenly deprived of.

The boy wonder bit his lip and closed his eyes, forcing away the blush that had settled on his cheeks. It wasn't often that he was so... on top of things. It was absolutely thrilling and he could see why the speedster often searched for him in particular when he was feeling under the weather or hot under the collar. Not that he didn't like being on the receiving end of the intimate affection. He enjoyed it more than he was willing to verbally admit.

He licked his lips and nibbled the skin along the older boy's jawline, glad that he was so OCD about bathing before sleep. Not only did he smell of peach scented body wash(the quick superhero would freak if he knew anyone else knew about his choice of body cleanser), cologne hinted deodorant, and something distinctly sweet but he didn't taste as salty as Dick thought he would. It made him want to kiss the boy forever. He pulled away from his jaw only to have their lips meet fully.

Dick liked the way the unconscious boy squirmed and whimpered against his lips whenever he rubbed his fingers over the sensitive tip of his twitching member. Had he not been afraid of being bitten he would have thoroughly explored his mouth but a sleeping Wally was an unpredictable one. He squeezed the organ before stroking it, a little rougher than he'd previously been. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips when he saw Wally's dull, green irises peek from behind his still fluttering eyelids.

"F-fuck. D-Di-" Breathless moan. "Dick you fu-" Pant, pant. "S-so fucking t-"

SMACK!

Wally yelped and jumped out of his bed. It took a few extremely awkward seconds to realize that not only had he been dreaming but someone had slapped him. He snarled and twisted around to see Dick looking very satisfied as he sat on his bed. Wally was sorely tempted to knock the pretty off his face.

"Sorry Wal but I'd rather not listen to you dream about how you wanna do me." Dick snickered. "Even if you moaning like a girl is funny."

Wally frowned in confusion as every single detail of the dream invaded his mind, a lot more vividly than he would have liked. "Doing you?" His nose wrinkled as he realized just what his friend was saying. And just like that his lips curved upwards into what he considered a seductive grin. The after effects of his dreams were still there and if he didn't get some help it might escalate to a rather painful state...

"Hey Dick." He sped over and leaned in close to the boy. "How 'bout a little role-play."

He was going to finish that dream before the day was over with.

,patch of curls. It was so soft and he wondered briefly just how it would feel pressed against, rubbing the rest of his skin. The realization the he could find out whenever he pleased was not lost on him and the only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that he was there for a completely different reason. He was the one in control today.

The responding groan vibrated through the body he was currently teasing, and sent a warm breath of air rushing over his rather sensitive earlobe. But still, that was not the reaction he desired. Not in the slightest, he wanted something more sinfully seductive. Of course, he wouldn't be the one to admit this aloud. That would be telling.

"Wally," he cooed softly, positioning himself so that his breath was now assaulting the speedster's neck. He pressed his lips against his skin, pecking his way up the side of the older boy's neck. He stopped when his nose was pressing against the bottom of his earlobe and bit down lightly into the soft skin right below it. That action earned him a short gasp.

"Wake up Wally," he cooed again not really expecting the boy to actually do that. He snickered softly and ran a single finger past those soft red curls and up the smooth, hard cylinder of skin that eagerly awaited his touch. Wally shuddered and Dick 'tsked'. He could do better than that. He wrapped his thumb and first two fingers around the rapidly hardening organ and tugged it gently.

That got a response. "Hnng, D-Dick." What had started as a sharp gasp had quickly evolved into a husky moan. Wally's eyelashes squeezed tighter shut and it was obvious that he was trying to desperately stay asleep. He looked flushed, sweat had begun to form on his brow and his lips had parted, only so he could suck in more of the oxygen he was suddenly deprived of.

The boy wonder bit his lip and closed his eyes, forcing away the blush that had settled on his cheeks. It wasn't often that he was so... on top of things. It was absolutely thrilling and he could see why the speedster often searched for him in particular when he was feeling under the weather or hot under the collar. Not that he didn't like being on the receiving end of the intimate affection. He enjoyed it more than he was willing to verbally admit.

He licked his lips and nibbled the skin along the older boy's jawline, glad that he was so OCD about bathing before sleep. Not only did he smell of peach scented body wash(the quick superhero would freak if he knew anyone else knew about his choice of body cleanser), cologne hinted deodorant, and something distinctly sweet but he didn't taste as salty as Dick thought he would. It made him want to kiss the boy forever. He pulled away from his jaw only to have their lips meet fully.

Dick liked the way the unconscious boy squirmed and whimpered against his lips whenever he rubbed his fingers over the sensitive tip of his twitching member. Had he not been afraid of being bitten he would have thoroughly explored his mouth but a sleeping Wally was an unpredictable one. He squeezed the organ before stroking it, a little rougher than he'd previously been. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips when he saw Wally's dull, green irises peek from behind his still fluttering eyelids.

"F-fuck. D-Di-" Breathless moan. "Dick you fu-" Pant, pant. "S-so fucking t-"

SMACK!

Wally yelped and jumped out of his bed. It took a few extremely awkward seconds to realize that not only had he been dreaming but someone had slapped him. He snarled and twisted around to see Dick looking very satisfied as he sat on his bed. Wally was sorely tempted to knock the pretty off his face.

"Sorry Wal but I'd rather not listen to you dream about how you wanna do me." Dick snickered. "Even if you moaning like a girl is funny."

Wally frowned in confusion as every single detail of the dream invaded his mind, a lot more vividly than he would have liked. "Doing you?" His nose wrinkled as he realized just what his friend was saying. And just like that his lips curved upwards into what he considered a seductive grin. The after effects of his dreams were still there and if he didn't get some help it might escalate to a rather painful state...

"Hey Dick." He sped over and leaned in close to the boy. "How 'bout a little role-play."

Sure, she'd managed to snag a few kisses when they were younger. She would have went after a few more if he didn't get that girlfriend. But nothing they'd ever shared before would have prepared her for this. Their first official kiss. She'd remember it always.

The seventh Friday of June. Junior year. Gerald Field on a peaceful night.

Her heart raced when he slid his hand almost comfortingly into her damp blonde hair. Could he hear it? It was thumping awfully loud and they were so close to each other...

It took a while for her body to actually register that she should be doing something in return. Kissing him back. It was nothing more than her lips moving against his but it felt like heaven. She felt as if she were on fire and she cursed his gentlemanly tendencies as he pulled away. That confused expression should have adorned her features, not his. But there he stood, head tilted, looking completely perplexed.

She blinked and his forest green eyes filled her vision. He was so close again. It was almost amazing, the way he was so oblivious to her obvious affection. As if he were the one taking the risk by being here. As if he were the one about to bare his soul to her.

"I-"

"I-"

They both flushed and looked anywhere but each other, lapsing into an awkward silence. Of course, she'd glance at him every couple of seconds and even though she didn't catch him in the act, she knew he was doing the same.

"Why don't you go first?" he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'd rather you go first!"

She didn't mean to shout but she couldn't tell him. Not yet anyways. She was entirely too nervous.

"O-okay. I know we haven't always been the best of friends Helga, and even now...," he trailed off as he looked up to the crescent moon that hung above them. "Even now we aren't exactly close. But I think I really like, like you. And if you gave me a chance maybe you'd like, like me too. It's a little weird. I must be a masochist or something, liking you after all we've gone through." He chuckled and looked back at her, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Yes," was the only thing to escape her lips before she fainted.

And to top it all off they had just left a fair in the city over. Robin was sure the speedster wouldn't be able to get them both there and back but Wally was more than happy to prove him wrong. His energy seemed endless, much to the younger boy's delight, and they rode the largest three roller coasters before breaking for sugar. Robin puked after the next roller coaster but he was entirely too hyper to stop. Wally had even managed to get some girls to give him their phone number, Robin didn't quite understand how but he made a mental note to ask him later.

But now they were laying side by side in a field not too far from the city. If they were to stand and walk forward they'd be able to see it glowing so brightly that the neighboring towns would pale in comparison. The sun had just disappeared beyond the city skyline, bathing it in some sort of heavenly glow. There was still a bit of grapefruit pink in the sky but a majority of it was being chased away by shades of lavender, dusky blues, and traditional royal blues.

It was nice to watch but the boys found they enjoyed the moment of tranquility that couldn't be found at home. They couldn't be hyper all the time and sometimes relaxing was just... too nice to pass up. This was supposed to be their day off after all. And they found just being... being there was enjoyable. Had it not sounded so feminine, Wally's words, they would have called their current location their special spot.

"Hey Rob," Wally muttered. He would have turned his head when addressed the boy but his body was in the perfect spot. He extended his arm, and poked his young friend in the side. A breathy giggle told him that he had his attention. "What's your real name?" He'd asked several times before but Robin somehow evaded answering every time he did. But now, they were all alone...

Wally opened his eyes, noticing that the sky had gotten significantly darker in such a short time. He glanced over at Robin who was now sitting up and looking around, a frown on his face. "W-what do you mean?" he asked.

It was almost impressive. The way Wally picked up on the hints that the younger boy displayed when he lied. His eyebrows furrowed slight and his bottom lip jutted out a little more than his upper, almost as if he were pouting. Not to mention his ears turned slightly pinkish. He couldn't remember when he started to first notice this and he'd never thought of himself as the observant type.

But he humored the boy anyways. "Your secret identity. Your given name." Wally closed his eyes again, even if Robin tried to run away or something he'd be able to catch him. He always did. His lips twitched slightly at the thought but he forced away the oncoming smile.

"Oh," Robin mumbled. He didn't say anything for a while and Wally suspected that his question would be dismissed. "I can't tell you," he finally said.

At least now Wally didn't have to force a frown. He peeked out from behind his eyelashes, noticing how stiff the boy had gone and how uncomfortable he looked. As if he wanted to tell. "But... We're best friends right-" Robin nodded. "-and best friends tell each other everything." Wally looked up at the boy, his eyes wide and his bottom lip poking out in a classic puppy dog pout.

"Yes, but-"

"And you want to be a good friend. I told you my name." Wally rolled over and squirmed around until his head was resting in Robin's lap. The boy wonder jump before settling down again. He fidgeted every now and then, more than likely due to the sudden contact. Wally couldn't help it, he'd always been a touchy-feely type of person since before he could remember.

"Yes, but-"

"So why can't you tell me this one thing? I'm good at keeping secrets, I swear!" Wally's voice had taken on a slightly whiny, muffled tone as he began to nuzzle Robin's stomach. He'd tensed up again and whenever Wally peeked up at him his face was a lot pinker, borderline red. He was so easily flustered.

"Becaaause!" Robin paused to inhale deeply, "Batman told me not to tell anyone. And that means you."

That was it? Wally frowned and pressed his forehead forward so it was pressing against the smaller boy's tummy. That couldn't be the only reason... Could it? "Well he doesn't have to know," he finally said, grinning at the simple solution.

"Oh... Well... I didn't really think of that." Robin began to grin himself. He looked around, a little wary of finally telling someone other than Batman and Alfred his name. Finally, someone else would know his identity. "Richard... Grayson." A slow sigh passed his lips and he felt a little lighter.

The moment of silence was short lived when Wally began to snicker softly. And that eventually became giggles. Which evolved into full blown laughter. He wiped an imaginary tear from his face upon noticing his friend's angry expression. He'd obviously thought that he was being laughed at. "Relax! It was just funny that I can call you-" sniggle, "Dick!"

And before he knew it grass and dirt was invading his mouth. He sat up quickly and tried to spit everything back out, and when that didn't work he began picking blades of grass off his tongue. Until he noticed Dick stomping off. He rubbed his tongue along the cleaner side of his shirt and sped off after the younger boy, just barely managing to keep his balance when he crashed into him.

"I was kidding! If it makes you feel any better..." Wally too looked around, making sure the coast was clear. "My middle name is Rudolph." His eye began to twitch violently and he cringed. God, he hated that name.

He wasn't the one laughing now. "Shouldn't you be off at the North Pole or something!"

"Shouldn't you be in my pants, Dick."

...

No one was laughing now. Wally groaned and slapped his forehead at the unintentional innuendo while Dick just looked anywhere but at him. He was blushing again. They both were blushing.

"I didn't mean-"

"Look, Wally, I know I'm hot and all but there's no way I'm ever going near what's in your pants." They both were silent before Dick began to grin and at that point they couldn't help but to laugh. They started walking back towards the city, large smiles on their faces.

Wally scowled as he folded another shirt, rather poorly, and added it to the pile of neatly folded clothes. Laundry duty. He'd been assigned to it along with Dick. Normally he and the younger boy got along well but whenever there was chores to be done, the boy wonder became a big stick in the mud, insisting that they do everything perfectly.

Wally smirked when Dick snatched the shirt up and refolded it with an angry growl, only to place it back on the pile. It wasn't that Wally wanted to intentionally piss the boy off. He couldn't help it. The laundry room's air was thick and hot, and he was sweating like crazy despite his loose clothes. Not to mention the clothes seemed never ending. He never liked folding clothes. Hell, he never liked doing chores anyways.

With a huff he pulled off his baggy, sweat soaked shirt and tossed it to the ground, something he noticed annoyed Dick even more. He plopped down onto one of the tacky plastic chairs and began to stare openly at his agitated friend. His skin stuck to the chair but it was certainly cooler than the hot room. It would hurt when he had to get up to help collect the next load of clothes.

"Do you want something?" Dick snapped, slamming a neatly folded pair of socks down.

"There are a lot of things I want." Whoa. Wally frowned. Had his voice gotten deeper? He almost questioned if that had come from him but Dick's voice was entirely too squeaky. He shifted in his chair, wincing when his skin was peeled away from it momentarily, and folded his leg so that one of his ankles was under his thigh. At least his shorts managed to be cooler than the rest of him but they dug into his skin and he was sure he'd have marks on the back of his legs and the side of his ankle.

Dick's eyebrows rose, a sure sign that his eyes had gone wide, and a light blush settled on his cheeks as he took a step back, bumping into one of the inactive driers. He jumped a little and looked behind him quickly before looking back at Wally. "Do you have to do that to everything I say?"

Wally arched an eyebrow, expressing obvious confusion, and stayed quiet, waiting for the younger boy to continue.

"Turn it into...," Dick paused and looked around, "sexual stuff."

Wally laughed and wiped a layer of sweat off his face before it reached his eyes. He'd quickly learned that if he didn't wipe it early on it would be impossible to get rid of, which meant he'd be stuck with stinging eyes. "How was that," he snickered, "sexual in any way." The speedster leaned forward, wincing once again, and placed his elbow on his leg so he could hold his chin. His voice had seemingly returned to normal.

Dick swallowed, pushed his sunglasses up, used his damp shirt to wipe his face, and forced himself to relax. He leaned back against the drier. "I dunno... It was the way you said it." He frowned and glanced up at the ceiling of the laundry room. "And you were sporting seductive eyes or whatever."

The speedster visibly brightened. He batted his eyes at the boy wonder, to his obvious discomfort, and began to grin. "I didn't know you thought my eyes were seductive."

"I don't believe I said that," Dick replied, looking anywhere that wasn't occupied by Wally's body. That proved rather hard when he zoomed in his immediate space area.

Teasing of this particular kind was always fun, especially because Dick was so easily flustered. And if he played his cards right, Wally managed to steal a kiss or two. He was certain that the only reason he got away with it so often was because the younger boy was was obviously curious about the fundamentals of lip locking. And that was something Wally certainly didn't mind teach, with many demonstrations that is.

His nose brushed along Dick's jawline, pausing once he reached his ear. "Just how are they seductive?"

And just like that Dick lost the ability to speak. To think. To breathe. Unfortunately it didn't stop his blood from rushing to his face. Had the room been any drier he would probably had a nosebleed. He licked his lips and slowly glanced to the side.

Wally smiled slightly as he began to kiss his way across Dick's cheek, placing a single kiss on each side of his lips. Their noses touched and Wally felt a slow breeze pass the skin above his lips when he softly kissed the shorter boy. He could feel fingertips brushing over his chest uncertainly until two soft palms were pressed against him lightly. It was almost sweet, the way his best friend was so hesitant at times.

BZZZZZZ!

They jumped apart, or rather Wally jumped back and Dick pressed himself harder against the drier, and looked around, wide eyed and blushing only to realize that it was one of the other driers going off. A relieved sigh passed Dick's lips and he hurried off to retrieve the new batch of clothes.

He yelped, more so in pain than passion, when he felt his nipple sharply twisted. That was on purpose! But his angry growl died in his throat when he felt uneven breathing and soft lips against the shell of his ear. "Hey Dick, would you just relax for a second?" It was more of a command than a question and he found himself actually listening as he leaned back against his bed. And there it was, that soft panting again, arousing in it's own little way.

And just like that, the warmth near his ear was gone. He felt his bottom lip poke out a little in an unintentional pout but it disappeared almost immediately when he felt the pads of the older boy's fingertips brush against his chest. He glanced down and squinted, thankful for the bit of light that the world outside his window provided, and just barely made out the image of him licking his lips. Near his previously bruised bump of skin. He wouldn't...

He did.

Dick couldn't stop the gasp from escaping his lips this time. This was certainly new. He'd been under the impression that this was something only performed when pleasing ladies but apparently he had more to learn. Something Wally had told him only moments ago. Feeling the wet muscle in the older boy's mouth rub so suggestively against his protruding skin almost made Dick want to admit to being wrong for once. Almost.

It was almost sinister, the way his tongue twirled, twisted, curled against his skin. Dick tilted his head back and muttered something he'd probably berate himself about for years to come. The naughty response that fell from his 'bed buddy's' lips was a verification of that. He sighed in frustration. This was just too silly and they were bound to be caught.

His cheeks felt rather warm and he was glad that the room was so dark. He felt a little foolish, blushing like some school girl. His own surprisingly low groan and the shifting of sheets were the only sound in the dark room and even that sounded a little too loud in Dick's opinion. He tensed up and wrapped his arms around the boy leaning over him in an attempt to still him so that he could listen out for anyone investigating the noise.

It certainly didn't help that Wally was swearing under his breath and distracting him with those cold hands. At least he could think now that Wally was obsessed with muttering vulgar words, most of which were directed towards him and his anxiety. Dick ignored him and turned his head to stare off into the darkness at what he assumed was the door.

Stars.

They flooded the backs of his eyelids and he could feel something pressing against him so intimately that he'd forgotten just what was going on. No, it wasn't pressing, it was rubbing against his entire body. His breathing hitched and his mind fogged and he slowly came to the realization that Wally had taken it upon himself to grind against the boy wonder. Dick hadn't noticed quite how excited he was until just then, and soon that thought also left his mind, only to be occupied by pleasure.

This was new. Never in the history of Wally's late night visits had he done something like this. And Dick found himself admitting that it was positively thrilling. Just like that he'd gone from being on high alert to some sort of hypersensitive hormonal teenager. If he'd been thinking straight he would have shaken his head at the lack of self control.

But this felt so good.

Fingers. He could feel the speedster's hand press down on pale skin under his shirt, and seconds later that same hand was dipping in his undershorts. Dick was pretty sure that the loud moan that followed was his own. But he couldn't help it. Not even he, himself, had tried... this. He'd never gotten him into a situation that required him to do so. And while he was aware of what it was he got the impression that his mentor would certainly not approve.

"W-Wally! Wh-" Moan. "What are you-" Whimper. "Doing?"

Wally stopped for a moment and his lips curved upward into a naughty grin. "Not quite sure. Rolling with the flow I guess." He pulled his hand out of Dick's clothes and placed both of them next to the smaller boy's head while he straddled him. And slowly he leaned down to press his lips softly against Dick's. "We can stop if you want."

It was nice, feeling Wally's lips brush against his own while he spoke and Dick, for once, wished the older boy would never shut up. Maybe continuing wouldn't be so bad. And no one had stumbled upon them so far. Would it be so bad to actually indulge in one of life's pleasures? Batman didn't have to know...

"Don't st-"

His bedroom door slammed open and Wally was tossed to the ground with a swear. Dick mimicked the foul word once he spotted Red Tornado at the door. He had a feeling that if the much more experienced superhero could make human expressions he'd look very angry and maybe even a little startled. Dick exhaled harshly through his nose and glared over at the half naked teenage boy on his floor.

The words were soon followed by a pained moan.

"It’s not my fault! You should have listened to me when I- AGH! Do you have to press down so hard on me!"

"Well if you weren’t so bad at this and relaxed a little I wouldn’t have to! Ever hear about loosening up?"

An angry huff and a lick of the lips came soon after.

"Well Batman never complained. Maybe if you weren’t such a girly boy- STOP DOING THAT!"

This time it was a rather high pitched yelp.

"Serves you right wonder freak. As if you can talk, your voice still cracks."

"So does yours!"

"Only in your dreams kid." And with that comment Wally ruffled his friend’s hair, grinning sheepishly at him.

"Dude that is so wrong."

"Only because you’re like ten or something. Someday you’ll grow up and understand the more pleasurable side of life that grown ups, like myself, lead."

He didn’t blame Dick for punching him in the arm, even if it did hurt enough to make him jump.

"I’m thirteen you idiot. And unlike you I’d rather not spend my free time chasing girls and dilly dallying."

Wally let out a loud laugh before winking at his friend. “So you’d rather waste time kissing boys?” And before he got a response he pressed his lips against Dick’s in a quick chaste kiss.

"N-no!" Color flooded the younger boy’s cheeks but Wally noticed that this action didn’t get him hit. Interesting… "Look, I’m never going to finish bandaging you up if you keep distracting me. Besides, I’m not gay."

"Neither am I but I enjoy hopping the fence every now and then." The light blush that had previously shaded Dick’s cheeks increased tenfold and the younger boy pulled hard on the bandages around Wally’s chest. He winced and blinked rapidly but the only noise he made was a soft gasp. He was manly and if Batman could take it so could he.

Wally stared at Dick, he was definitely making sure to avoid meeting the speedster’s eyes, and waited for him to finish redo his chest bandages. It was almost eerie how calm he’d become in those few moments but he hoped if he stared long enough he’d be able to figure out which way the cogs in Dick’s head were turning. For once he was glad he was glad he’d decided to help the young hero with his training. Sure, he got a few bruises, most of which he was happy to inflict right back on Dick, but he was definitely liking the results.

"Do you have to ogle me?"

A smile tugged Wally’s lips upwards. “I can’t help it, you’re so…” He paused, noticing the look on Dick’s face, and with a sigh he began to wrap the smaller boy’s arm. It was only a temporary fix, they’d be taken care of properly in the morning. At current, it was entirely too late. He leaned forward so that his lips were practically pressed against the shell of Dick’s ear. “You should hop the fence with me sometime.”

Dick shuddered before jumping to his feet and stomping away from Wally, dead set on going to bed, damn the effects in the long run. The speedster was tempted to blame his late reflexes on the training but he had a feeling it was something else. He chuckled and took advantage of his super speed, appearing in front of Dick.