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Then he pulled lightly away enough to say: “God… dude, I— I just missed you so fucking much.”

He dove in again, stole another kiss, and another, and another, and another.

He whispered “I love you”s in between each breath break, because he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. The fact that he’d had a whole year having problems admitting it and speaking it out loud like this? Well, it was laughable now.

He never wanted to stop saying it.

Never.

“I love you.”

Because he did. So freakin’ much.

"Love you...love you too..." Hushed, ragged breaths and desperate kisses spaced his words. "Love you too, Wally I--mmffgn!"

His lips got captured in another kiss and he chuckled into the redhead's mouth at the eagerness. But he was eager too. They were making up for lost time. So much time lost, wasted, spent dwelling on their hurt feelings and hating themselves for causing their own destruction. 

Wally grinned a bit, and cast Dick a glance — what? The Boy Wonder was gorgeous; he was allowed to peek — and then concentrated on removing his own clothes. He sighed contently when they were finally off, but he was cold. Really cold, so he soon joined Dick in the, now, hot shower.

He groaned happily against the drops, his naked legs brushing Dick’s. He sent them a small glance, and grinned. “Good to see the shaving of your legs is still a go, dude.”

Boldly, Wally reached down and stroked one hand over Dick’s smooth, firm thigh, but his smile wasn’t seductive. It was soft as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the brunet’s, the warm drops sliding down his body.

His breath hitched in his throat at the touch, and he choked on the rest of the sentence. It hardly mattered. He'd explained to Wally why he kept clean shaven 1000 times. And that was probably a kind underestimation.

The temperature inside him warmed to match the heat of the shower when Wally's lips brushed his own. He sighed, content, arms winding around the speedster's neck and drawing him closer.

Just being close to Wally again was an amazing gift. Something he thought he'd never feel again. He felt like a deprived addict, finally getting his fix. No. Because drug addicts only thought they couldn't live without their substance. He knew he couldn't live without Wally. 

 He tried not to stare too much when the brunet started removing his shirt, but it was sort of hard. Dick was beautiful. There was no denying it and he wasn’t about to either. He would appreciate every moment he could have just admiring Dick’s form, his smile, the way he talked… Yeah, no denying how attractive and perfect he was.

They got upstairs and Wally opened the door to his room, letting Dick step in first, before he entered himself.

“Just… uhm…” Wally blushed, and smiled sheepishly. “Do you… want us both to—?”

He let the question hang in the air, pretty sure Dick knew what he was talking about.

He knew they’d been separated for a while, but Wally just really wanted to go on as if nothing had happened. As if they hadn’t been stupid enough to let go of each other. And back before this happened, showering together in a non-sexual way was not that unusual.

He just hoped Dick wanted the same as him.

Who cares? 

He tugged his wet, uncomfortable clothes off with some difficult. 

But he slowed down shortly after, and reached out one hand to grasp Dick’s over the dinner table. Urgh, they were dripping cold. He wolfed down the last bite, and then stood up — still holding Dick’s hand — and tugged the brunet along. He placed a soft kiss to Dick’s temple, and murmured: “Thank you.”

Not just for the food. For everything.

“But we—” Wally pointed to himself and then Dick. “— need a shower.”

The bathroom downstairs didn’t have one, however. Just a tub which would take forever to fill up, so that meant there really, only was… one shower in the house.

"You look way better, by the way." He smiled a little. Wally had looked pale and weary and--well, terrible. Now that he'd eaten, he looked SIGNIFICANTLY better off.