[ of all places to be doing anything like this, wayne manor is probably not the smartest rendezvous point. wally doesn't actually expect bruce to walk in or anything (jesus, he probably already knows about them and wants literally nothing to do with their teenage romance ... probably; either that or he knows and is plotting the perfect opportunity to skin wally alive for even daring to look at dick), but -- it's still kind of a minor concern, somewhere in the back of wally's head. ]
[ and yet, even with the looming possible threat of batman possibly walking in on them, that's somehow less terrifying than the idea of supey possibly hearing them if they were at mount justice or even wally's mom walking in. maybe it's just because wally knows bruce has the control not to, like, completely freak out on the outside. he's all linefaces and more linefaces, so, it's honestly really hard to tell if he's feeling anything at all except lineface. it would probably (definitely) be more mortifying for dick, but he also gets the feeling that they wouldn't be doing anything here at all if dick wasn't completely certain that there is less than zero chance of anyone finding out. ]
[ he's always been better with math and probability and all that, anyway. wally is the science brain, and dick is the mathlete. they balance each other out like that. they also just -- balance each other out in general. they're both chatty, yeah, but dick has always had that more serious edge, where wally is all comedy. not all the time, obviously, but they play off each other so naturally it's like dick was always meant to be his best friend. they get each other, they support each other, they're always there for each other -- and, somewhere along the way, that led to this. ]
[ this, of course, being wally's hand pushing up the hem of dick's shirt on his (probably) expensive wayne manor sheets in his massive bedroom in a massive house that wally only half belongs in. alfred treats him like one of the family, and bruce is generally welcoming, if he's ever around when wally shows up, but it's not like wally ever has grand discussions about anything with bruce. not even about the weather. wally thinks they'd both probably die if they tried to strike up inane small talk with each other, even if wally is really good at running his mouth and making any topic of conversation completely irrelevant to the next. ]
[ there isn't a whole lot of talking going on right now, though -- wally's too busy with his mouth elsewhere, namely pressed against dick's lips. but they both know that won't last for long, because wally can't just shut up for long, even when they're making out. or whatever they're doing now, which has already gone past making out and is quickly heading toward something much more than that. his hand brushes over the muscled expanse of dick's abdomen, hesitating just above the waistband of dick's pants. he doesn't quite pull away from dick's mouth, mainly because he likes it, and he hates being away from it for too long. ]
Do you want me to? [ which is probably the stupidest question he's ever asked, but he's not about to do anything dick doesn't want him to do. he's a gentleman. ] You know... [ he adds, helpfully, in true wally fashion. but then, he thinks, he has more to say, as he usually does. except his face goes a little red before he says it, not because he's embarrassed, exactly, but just because he's never said it out loud before and it's the kind of truth that makes a person blush, okay. ] I just want to make you feel good.
oh my god this response is so late gomen please love me
[ He'd never admit it, and he's basically a professional secret-keeper by now, but Dick loves the stupid things Wally says. Most of the time. 75% of the time, at least, when it's not interrupting a stakeout or a brooding session or generally getting in the way of Dick working up a good Bat-storm. Okay, even sometimes then. Because Wally's free and open with himself the way Dick can never be, and sometimes? Sometimes that brings out the secret things in him, too.
Right now, though, it's a very stupid question, but it's a stupid question that makes a flush crawl up the hidden back of Dick's neck, making his ears go pink and his nose twitch as he tries to hide a frown. Not because he's embarrassed of this — not really — but because of the ridiculous, easy way Wally just... says that. Like it's the kind of thing a person can just— jeez. ]
Dude. [ He squirms, the way a Boy Wonder doesn't even under torture, but Wally's hand is somewhere really nice but not quite nice enough, and he can probably be forgiven for this, right? ] It's not obvious?
[ Seriously, bro. But that doesn't address the... other thing. The last thing. And for all that Dick is chatty and quippy and good with comebacks, he doesn't know how to respond to something that earnest. He knows Wally's bluster has always been enough to mostly cover certain insecurities — he wants to be good, he wants to be important, he wants to be needed, and sometimes Dick doesn't think Wally realizes that he's all of those things without even trying. So he settles for honesty in return, as much as he can manage: ]
It's you, Walls. Kinda already there? [ Which is so corny. God. ]
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[ and yet, even with the looming possible threat of batman possibly walking in on them, that's somehow less terrifying than the idea of supey possibly hearing them if they were at mount justice or even wally's mom walking in. maybe it's just because wally knows bruce has the control not to, like, completely freak out on the outside. he's all linefaces and more linefaces, so, it's honestly really hard to tell if he's feeling anything at all except lineface. it would probably (definitely) be more mortifying for dick, but he also gets the feeling that they wouldn't be doing anything here at all if dick wasn't completely certain that there is less than zero chance of anyone finding out. ]
[ he's always been better with math and probability and all that, anyway. wally is the science brain, and dick is the mathlete. they balance each other out like that. they also just -- balance each other out in general. they're both chatty, yeah, but dick has always had that more serious edge, where wally is all comedy. not all the time, obviously, but they play off each other so naturally it's like dick was always meant to be his best friend. they get each other, they support each other, they're always there for each other -- and, somewhere along the way, that led to this. ]
[ this, of course, being wally's hand pushing up the hem of dick's shirt on his (probably) expensive wayne manor sheets in his massive bedroom in a massive house that wally only half belongs in. alfred treats him like one of the family, and bruce is generally welcoming, if he's ever around when wally shows up, but it's not like wally ever has grand discussions about anything with bruce. not even about the weather. wally thinks they'd both probably die if they tried to strike up inane small talk with each other, even if wally is really good at running his mouth and making any topic of conversation completely irrelevant to the next. ]
[ there isn't a whole lot of talking going on right now, though -- wally's too busy with his mouth elsewhere, namely pressed against dick's lips. but they both know that won't last for long, because wally can't just shut up for long, even when they're making out. or whatever they're doing now, which has already gone past making out and is quickly heading toward something much more than that. his hand brushes over the muscled expanse of dick's abdomen, hesitating just above the waistband of dick's pants. he doesn't quite pull away from dick's mouth, mainly because he likes it, and he hates being away from it for too long. ]
Do you want me to? [ which is probably the stupidest question he's ever asked, but he's not about to do anything dick doesn't want him to do. he's a gentleman. ] You know... [ he adds, helpfully, in true wally fashion. but then, he thinks, he has more to say, as he usually does. except his face goes a little red before he says it, not because he's embarrassed, exactly, but just because he's never said it out loud before and it's the kind of truth that makes a person blush, okay. ] I just want to make you feel good.
oh my god this response is so late gomen please love me
Right now, though, it's a very stupid question, but it's a stupid question that makes a flush crawl up the hidden back of Dick's neck, making his ears go pink and his nose twitch as he tries to hide a frown. Not because he's embarrassed of this — not really — but because of the ridiculous, easy way Wally just... says that. Like it's the kind of thing a person can just— jeez. ]
Dude. [ He squirms, the way a Boy Wonder doesn't even under torture, but Wally's hand is somewhere really nice but not quite nice enough, and he can probably be forgiven for this, right? ] It's not obvious?
[ Seriously, bro. But that doesn't address the... other thing. The last thing. And for all that Dick is chatty and quippy and good with comebacks, he doesn't know how to respond to something that earnest. He knows Wally's bluster has always been enough to mostly cover certain insecurities — he wants to be good, he wants to be important, he wants to be needed, and sometimes Dick doesn't think Wally realizes that he's all of those things without even trying. So he settles for honesty in return, as much as he can manage: ]
It's you, Walls. Kinda already there? [ Which is so corny. God. ]
gimme jace
and wally