03/17/11

Happy Saint Patrick's Day.

I wasn't planning on continuing this but I'm drunk on your love! ... Wow that sounded like a bad pick up line.

ENJOY!

Chapter 2

After Robin took off his sunglasses for him, Wally learned more about his best friend. Though he suppose the technical term would be boyfriend even though using that term made Robin turn a nice shade of pink. Who knew the boy wonder could blush?

Or who, besides Batman, and now Wally himself, knew Robin's name was Dick? Or that he had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen? He almost wanted to have the Bat arrested for crimes against humanity for making Dick hide them away. Note the almost; this way he had those dazzling blues all to himself, or rather time shared with Batman. Maybe that's why Batman insisted on the sunglasses? Selfish rodent with super glaring powers that would make dementors envious…

Besides the things Dick shared with him, Wally learned other things about him. Like the fact that he was ticklish, but only if done just right. Once Wally figured it out all he had to do was wiggle his fingers at him and Dick would start laughing. He also learned never to do it in front of the others, not if he didn't want to be tackled and handcuffed to the nearest piece of furniture, or Superboy, to make him stop and have Robin practically lying on top of him until he calmed down. Or rather not to do it too often so Robin wouldn't catch on that he actually liked it when he did that.

The most enjoyable things to learn were the many ways he could kiss Robin. First came light kisses; on his cheeks, temples, forehead, tip of noise and then finally his mouth. Soft on most days but usually chapped after a mission. Dick's mouth didn't have some sort of special taste that people always seemed to think their lover had in those romance books his Aunt Isis had (not that he ever read any of them) or at least not a taste that he could pinpoint. All Wally knew is that if it was a food, he'd never be able to stop eating. He already felt famished for more the moment those lips left his as it was.

A fun discovery was the fact that there was a spot behind Dick right ear, but not his left, that if kissed made him practically melt in Wally's arms. Wally made the mistake of mouthing it once while Dick was leaning against him on the couch though. The sound that escaped Dick in reaction left both of them squirming uncomfortably on opposite ends of the couch.

It was hard to remember that Dick was only thirteen. It was something Wally had to remind himself daily, and remind his body of constantly. He didn't dare stay in the same room as Robin as he changed and it made going to the beach seem like a medieval torture device. Thank goodness the water was cold.

Possibly as a way to torment him further, Wally began to spoon Dick whenever they slept in a bed together. There was something very Freudian about that acknowledgement, Wally knew, but he wasn't about to tease himself in his own mind. That would just be a little more odd than normal.

So there were nights Wally woke up with Dick's smaller frame pressed back against him, from torso to a little below the waist. The torso was fine, it was safe, and even a bit soothing until the rest came into play. The rest could get Daddy Bats to murder him if he knew the thoughts running through the speedsters mind. Of how desperately he wanted to move, to press more against him and relieve some of the ache their closeness caused but the thoughts only made it throb.

He kept thinking of nibbling that spot behind Dick's ear, assaulting it until the boy wonder was awake and panting and suffering as he was, moving back against him and begging to be touched.

It was like starving at a buffet.

And starving didn't do much for one's beauty sleep.