The alarm had sounded. In this particular moment of Wally West's life, however, it didn't signify danger. No. This alarm was beautiful; this alarm meant freedom.

Wally was the first one to burst out of the double doors of his high school; running as fast as humanly possible (even though he could easily exceed that limit) with a homework stuffed backpack slung over his shoulder.

It's not that he hated school; being the sociable person he was, he enjoyed joking and flirting with his classmates. It was just…once you got a taste of the other life, Wally's other life, nothing really came close in the 'excitement department'. The Monday school routine especially fell short in comparison to the intense mission he had just returned from late Sunday night.

His mind rushed along with his feet as he sped home, literally invisible to the world. Gradually decelerating, he stopped at his front door and entered. Almost immediately, the fridge began to call to his stomach and he allowed his feet to lead him to the kitchen.

"Hey." He called when he entered, and his mother turned from the stove.

"And how was your day?" She peered at him while continuing to stir the large pot beside her.

Wally opened the fridge and stuck his head in, scanning the plastic shelves for something of his liking. "Good." This conversation happened almost every day after school. He was sure she had stopped asking out of genuine curiosity and was now just doing it for the normalcy. He knew she wished there was more 'normal' in his life.

"Don't eat too much dear; can't you see I'm over here cooking dinner?"

He shot her a look and grabbed a bag of grapes. Did she know who he was? It was impossible to ruin his appetite. "Sure…I got lotsa homework sooo… see ya." He had much more food up in his room, anyway. He shut the refrigerator and turned out of the kitchen, rushing up to his room.

Finally. He closed the door behind him, slipped off his shoes, and threw his weighty bookbag onto the bed. As he began to boot up his computer, he felt a tiny vibration in his pocket, and smiled. It was his cell phone; and not a lot of people texted Wally West. He pulled out the electronic device and stared at the small, illuminated screen.

-Dick . It read.

It had been a month and a half since Robin had revealed his secret identity to Wally and the two had grown closer ever since. It was still hard not to call him "Rob", but he tried to use the boy's real name as much as possible when they were alone together. He felt honored when he said it, trusted. And there was no doubt that he trusted the Boy Wonder with his life as well.

He unlocked the phone with a quick flick of his thumb and read the message.

-Hey.

Wow…Dick was quite the conversationalist. Wally laughed to himself and his fingers began to dance across the touchscreen of the phone, materializing his reply.

-LOL sup Dick! Just got out from school :( what have yooou been up to buddy?

Almost instantly after he sent the text, his phone vibrated again.

-Hacking.

Wally would never understand his friend's deep obsession with hacking technology, but it somehow made him like the kid even more, if that was possible. He began to think of a way to respond when his phone vibrated once again.

-Get your comm. link.

Wally stared at the message in confusion. That was a weird request; had the team been trying to contact him? He knew he was supposed to have his Comm. link with him at all times, but after Sunday's mission, he had sleepily chucked his bodysuit, goggles and everything else into his closet.

He jumped up and sped to check the closet floor. Sure enough, lying beside one of his kneepads, was the tiny black earpiece the team used for long distance communication. He tucked it in his ear and activated it, hoping that Kaldur's gentle, but scolding voice wasn't awaiting him; he hated that voice.

"Kid Flash here." He stated attentively and paused, nervously listening.

No Kaldur…

Instead, he heard a very familiar cackle.

"Robin?"

"Haha I thought you said you were going to start calling me 'Dick'?"

Wally panicked and stumbled back to his chair. "W-What wait!" His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, "Dude, others might be on this line." It seemed as if he valued the younger boy's secret identity more than him.

Robin's laughter rung clearly in his ear once again, "Relax Wally," he loved the way Dick said his name; so short and familiar, like they had known each other since they were born. "What I was hacking was the communication-link's system….it's just us."

Just us.

Those were the best times.

Wally beamed and spun happily in the computer chair. "Dude, that's awesome." His mother would've never allowed him to walk around the house with a cell phone glued to his ear; especially considering the number of minutes they had to add onto the teen's account already. "Aww Boy Wonder, how did you know I never wanted to stop talking to you?" He jokingly flirted over the line.

Well…he was only half joking.

His listened to Dick laugh again and quickly sped to his bed to start unloading homework from his bag.

"Hahaha Whatever, Kid. Just tell me about your day."

And that's how they ended up talking for hours. Wally simply adored it. The topics ranged from the serious errors from last week's mission to whether Miss Martian really was walking around naked all of the time.

"The prefix 'Bio' means 'Life' or 'Body'," Dick complained while Wally was working on Calculus and munching his grapes. "Last time I checked, it's underdstood that clothes are worn on the body…so BioClothes is either painfully redundant, or she's just naked."

He laughed. He considered things. He had fun. It was just so stimulating, so comforting, to talk to Dick for this long. He couldn't have asked for a better friend. He even listened to Dick during dinner; the advance comm. links could only be heard by the person donning them. His parents couldn't understand why he was grinning like a mad man down at his plate, but knowing their son, thought nothing of it. Food got him plenty excited as it was. Wally abruptly stood from the dining table and left to refill his soda, quickly waltzing into the kitchen.

"Dude! He whispered. "Quit trying to make me laugh!" He stifled a chuckle and ran his fingers through his hair. "My parents already think I'm crazy as it is!"

"Haha alright, I apologize." The younger boy had been trying to tell Wally how he attempted to explain to Superboy what a 'Hollaback Girl' was and Wally had nearly sprayed soda from his nose. "I'll stop, I'll stop haha."

After pouring some into his cup, Wally put the liter of soda back into the fridge. "K I'm going back to the table now…B-but don't stop talking to me…I-I mean unless you want to that is."

"I don't," Dick said surely, "You'll never guess what I saw on the street walking home today…as if Gotham wasn't bad enough…"

Wally finished up dinner with ease after that; listening to Dick's calm, calculative voice recount the events of his day. It was nice; they should have been doing this months ago.

The sun began to descend as Wally cleared the table and rinsed off the dishes, leisurely chatting. Before he knew it, it was nighttime and the two friends decided to take showers at the same time, so they wouldn't have to wait on one other.

"Now you only have five minutes, Wally." Dick lightly threatened over the line as Wally was gathering a clean pair of boxers to change into after the shower.

"Umm I'm the one with super speed, Dick." He entered the bathroom and held a finger to his ear. "So shouldn't I be telling you that?"

Dick scoffed, "Being fast and managing time are two completely different things. We'll talk about it later. Ready?"

"Yeah." He smiled and gripped the small earpiece.

"Our time starts…..Now."

Wally removed the device and began shedding his clothes. Precariously leaning over the base of the tub, he turned the knob of his shower to the perfect temperature and stepped in. He forgot how appealing warm water felt and sighed happily, allowing it to rush down his body. His mind seemed void with just his thoughts alone; he liked it better when he could hear Dick, even if it was just his breathing. He grabbed the soap and began to wash his skin.

Hmmm.

Dick was taking a shower too.

He wondered if people took showers together, outside of gym. He then wondered what it would be like to shower with Dick, maybe he could help him reach that spot Wally always had trouble reaching on his back. He quietly laughed as a small blush skipped across his freckles; Dick probably didn't have a problem reaching any part on his body, being a flexible acrobat and all.

He shook his head and again focused on washing himself. He was sure Batman would, kill him if he knew the thoughts the teen had about his young ward at times. He couldn't help it, but contained them for the most part. Besides, at his age, there weren't too many things that didn't make him twitch in his pants a little…Just with Dick, his heart seemed to lurch with it as well. The science wiz was thoroughly confused with the discombobulated emotions, so he had settled with ignoring them for the time being. What he did know, however, was that Robin was an incredible hero, Dick was an extraordinary friend, and Wally didn't want to lose either.

Oh shit.

How long had it been?

Wally quickly rinsed, dried off and rushed back his to room with his items in hand. Upon closing the door, he hastily stuffed the black device back into his ear and activated it.

"You're late."

Wally nervously giggled and bent down to step into his boxers. "No no no. I was just trying to prove you right. Y'know, for your self-esteem and stuff." He couldn't have formulated a worse lie; Dick Grayson had self-esteem flowing out of his butt. His round, perked, adorable butt.

Stop that Wally. He thought to himself and crawled into his bed. He'd throw his dirty clothes in the hamper tomorrow morning; they weren't hurting anyone by being on the floor. Settling onto his back he gave small, comfortable yawn.

"Do you wanna talk some more, or do you wanna go to sleep?"

Wally's heart skipped a beat in panic. "N-no, can we still talk?" He looked at the clock on his nightstand.

11:56

Staying up wasn't a problem for him; especially if it meant spending more time with Dick.

"Of course." Wally could just see Dick smiling and his began to heart flutter. "Hold on, in thirty seconds, Alfred's gonna come in here and distribute my clean laundry. Stand by." He heard blankets ruffle as Dick fell silent.

Wally hesitated slightly and sunk into the bed, listening to Dick's quiet breaths. His bare feet twisted with one another in anticipation.

"Alright." Wally pushed the communicator deeper into his ear; Dick's voice was so close. It was like He was lying right beside him. "We're good…."

"Cool." Wally said in relief, he always felt Alfred was secretly judging him. You scarf down an entire platter of a guy's cookies once and they never treat you the same again. He rested his hands behind the back of his head and stared at the ceiling. "Hey Dick,…I'm in bed…a-are you?"

"I am." The younger boy replied evenly.

"O-Oh cool…" Wally wasn't even sure why he asked that. He just wanted to know where Dick was, so he could imagine him easier when they talked. It was a strange question, none the less.

"I guess so. I have a comfy bed."

"Dude mine sucks. I think I'd be more comfortable in Supey's creepy, pod thingy, than here!"

Dick gave a genuine laughed into the device, "Well you'll have to try mine one day."

Wally's nostrils flared and he held back a small choke. Of course, Dick hadn't meant it that way, but the teen's mind ran wild with the idea anyway. "Y-Yeah haha. Hey remember when we visited The Hall last week?" He quickly tried to change the subject.

Smooth one, West.

"I do." Dick didn't seem to off put by the sudden change, though he probably was quite use to it. The speedster often lost track of his conversations with everyone; his mouth working faster than his brain. "Half the Justice League was there….it was pretty cool, wasn't it?"

"Definitely, dude… And did you see Wonder Woman fly in? Holy crap, the things I'd do to her!" He laughed, listening to the quiet chuckles over the line.

There was slight hitch in Dick's voice as he inhaled, "…W-what would you do to her Wally?" His tone lowered into a soft, curious whisper.

Wally stopped laughed and fell silent. It was really just a saying, but that was a good question. The fifteen year old scratched his freckled cheek and stared at the ceiling. "Um…I don't know…like, kiss her?" he started to feel extremely awkward in the direction their conversation had suddenly turned.

He heard the bed squeak in the small earphone and assumed that Dick had turned onto his stomach. Wally rolled over and did the same. "She'd probably want more than that, Wally."

The speedster buried his head into his pillow and blushed embarrassedly. Even though Dick was younger than him, the kid had always seemed to just know more than him…about everything. "I-I know that, dude! I-I just-"

"How wouldyou kiss her?"

Wally paused again as his eyes widened slowly. What was wrong with Dick? Why was he sounding like that? Why was he now suddenly intent on uncovering Wally's romantic naiveté? Wally exhaled quietly and thought about it for a moment, "P-Probably slow at first….y'know?…R-Romantically? Like in all the movies…"

Over the line, the sheets ruffled again.

"D-Dick?-"

"Then what?"

His inexperience shown proudly and Wally struggled tongue-tied for a second longer before sighing helplessly. "T-Truthfully, I don't know what else, man…" He sadly admitted, burying his face into the pillow.

Dick's quiet chuckle was a mixture of sympathy and mock, "It's ok Wally…I happen to know quite a few things about this…"

Wally stretched his legs and traced shapes onto the wooden footboard of the bed with his toes; his interests suddenly sparked. "R-Really?"

"Yeah…Here… Um, place two fingers above your left clavicle bone…"

Wally furrowed his brows, but turned onto his back and silently complied. Lightly, he pressed his index and middle finger down into the hallowed dip above his collarbone. "Ok…Why di-"

"I'd kiss…her…there."

Holy Mother of God.

The way the young boy said "her", so short and knowingly. It was exactly how he addressed Wally's name.

Wally's breath caught as the spot began to tingle with heat; corresponding with Dick's words. He suddenly had a coughing fit. Maybe it was too late for them to be talking.

He didn't lift his fingers, though. Instead, he pressed down further and imagined soft lips touching the spot.

Dick's lips.

He shivered.

He wanted to do this…whatever it was.

The silence over the communication line lingered a little longer until Dick sighed quietly. "Don't be embarrassed, Wally… I'll…I'll talk you through it, ok?"

His heart skipped a beat at his friend's soft, caring tone. "O-Ok…."

"Alright. Now…Slide your fingers down."

Wally trembled as his best friend's smooth words reverberated in his ear. He imagined Dick's lips saying them; breathing them quietly out in his own room. Wally closed his eyes and slowly began to slide the two fingers down his bare, smooth chest; tracing the slight indentation between his pectorals.

"Are you doing it?"

"Y-Yeah…"

The Boy Wonder hummed lowly into the communicator. "…That's what I'd do…How does it feel?"

Wally's breath began to accelerate along with his heart and he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. "G-Good…" He imagined his best friend lying there; a smaller set of fingers on Wally's chest. "It feels really good, Dick."

"Good…Now, touch your nipple."

Completely away from himself, Wally obeyed the command. He swirled a finger around his cold, perked nipple and bit his lip, whimpering. This was Dick's hand; this is what he wanted to do. He desperately swallowed, trying to keep quiet as he continued to rub the sensitive spot.

"Open your mouth, Wally." Robin gently moaned, "I wanna hear you…and switch sides."

Wally lifted his other hand to his right nipple and parted his lips slightly. He allowed himself to gently pant aloud; his breath quivered as his finger ghosted over the top of the nipple's head.

Rob was making his fair share of noise on the other side of the communicator as well; his pants dense and throaty. "LouderWally. Please…I-I wanna hear you…"

Deep in his gut he knew this was wrong. Something from the inside of him yelled that there was just a thirteen year old boy on the other end of the communication link. But Dick had never acted his age. There was this air around him that leaked authority; surety. Just thinking about the other boy made Wally begin to breathe a tad louder; a strained noise quivering from the back of his throat.

"That's it…" Dick mumbled reassuringly, "…..I…I'm hard, Wally….a-are you?"

Wally was sure his face was blood red by now. His eyes shot opened and he desperately gazed at the ceiling. "I-I um y-you're…?" He looked down and sure enough, the rise in his boxers was almost to full attention. "U-Uh k-kinda. W-Wait, yousaidyouwere ….."

Dick gave a little sigh into the device, "Yeah, Kid….I'm really… really hard right now…and…I'm gonna touch myself….a-and I'm gonna pretend it's you." There was a pause. "I-Is that ok?"

The rise in Wally's shorts shot up and nodded 'yes' for him.

"I-I….yes…yeah I'd like that….." He blushed furiously at the promiscuously secret encounter they were having. Sure he jacked off all the time; it didn't take much to get the teen into a hormonal frenzy. But that was private. He had never thought he could share that time with anyone; especially his best friend.

"W-what are you doing?"

Wally looked down. Oh. How convenient.

"I'm…I'm touching myself too, Dick." His hand had subconsciously slithered into his boxers and fingers had begun to travel the length of the muscle; caressing it slightly as waves of ecstasy shot back to his brain. "I-I'm pretending it's you too…"

Dick groaned deeply, "Then pull harder…"

Wally stopped trailing his fingers over himself and fully grabbed his now, straining manhood. He began pulling and moaning, listening to his smaller friend's breath over the connection. He imagined Dick's fingers, his body…his lips, and began rocking his hips off the mattress; the old bedframe squeaking under the movement.

He had never been this animated before while masturbating…

"Slow down, Wally…" Robin groaned assertively, "I wouldn't go that fast…." He gave a weak chuckled then hissed. "At least not yet."

Wally whimpered, but decreased his pace. Each agonizing tug was as painful as the tick of a clock, the slow, wet slap of his dick chiming out into the darkness. This was torture. He could hear the small, intent faps and the short, heavy moans from his communicator and visualized the young boy lying there, earnestly tugging at himself. His long, flexible torso, the smooth legs that Wally had often secretly admired, his round, firm ass smashing into the mattress as he rolled his hips. Wally jolted and arched his back into a crescent once again; his arousal scolding him for the inappropriate pace.

He had to go faster.

"R-Rob" He moaned his friend's nickname pleadingly, achingly tugging at himself.

"I'm right here, Wally. Keep going."

"Dick I..I-I can't. I gotta…I gotta-"

"We'll do it together ok?"

Together. He liked that idea.

"O-okay Dick, I-I IloveyouIjustwannakissyouand… and and Ithinkyou'reawesomeandsoextremelyhot and and-" Oh Geeze. Wally had no idea as to why he started rambling like a romantic idiot. There was just so much emotion that was flowing from him; so much precum leaking from his member. His back was completely elevated from his mattress and he thrusted and tugged at his impatient cock.

"Just focus, Wally…I-I love you too…you can go faster now. Just…J-Just focus…on me."

Thank God. His fingers were slick with precum and waves of lust shocked through his entire body.

"Wally…Wally…" the Boy Wonder had resorted to breathily moaning his name over and over, like it was some sort of mantra.

"Robin…." He whined back; his mouth was dry…he was gasping for air.

He was almost there. He wanted Robin there with him; he wanted to see him.

"U-use your other h-hand…" Dick moaned between his strained grunts, "p-press underneath your-…. y-your."

Dick could hardly form sentences, but Wally understood exactly what he wanted. His other arm wrapped underneath his thigh and he slid his hand into a leg of his boxers. He felt his pulse as the back of his hand brushed against his throbbing scrotum and he tucked two fingers underneath.

"ShiiitDick…" The feeling was pure heaven. Wally felt as if his whole body was going to explode.

"Harder Wally." Dick groaned, the creaking of his bed now fully audible. "Wally I'm I-I-"

Wally pressed down as soon as he heard the angelic cry in his ear and reactively released into his underwear; thick streams of cum firing consecutively. His toes curled into themselves, his lower half jerked and convulsed with the orgasm and he bit his yell along with his tongue. His parents did have impeccable hearing.

He rode down from, what he considered, the best climax of his life and listened as his best friend's breathing struggled to calm as well.

Could they still be considered 'best friends' after this?

His head fell back onto the pillow and he sighed defeatedly, his whole body void of any energy. "Holy shit, Dick."

The younger boy laughed, "Language Wally….but yeah…that…that was pretty amazing." Wally smiled and forced his body up and out from underneath the blankets. His boxers had done an adequate job containing most of his seed and he wadded them up and threw them into his hamper. Naked, he climbed back into his bed and listened to Dick suppress a deep yawn.

"Hey…Dick….you should go to sleep…w-we both should." Wally turned onto his side and allowed the frigid sheets of his bed to cool his sweat slicked skin. "W-we can talk in the morning."

There was a quiet clamor on the line then a pause. "Alright…" Wally listened as Dick climbed back into bed. "Hey Wally." There was his name again, so relaxed and familiar on the boy's tongue.

"Yes Dick?" He felt more than trusted when he said his real name now, more than just honored. He felt loved. Genuinely loved.

"Don't disconnect, ok?"

Wally's eyelids felt like they weighed tons, and he drowsily smiled against the cold fabric of his pillow. "You got it, Wonder Boy."

They lied and listened to each other for a few minutes longer. Lingering awake, they quietly sighed to each other; muttering the occasional "I love you" and "goodnight" until the calming rhythm of their breathing lulled them both to sleep.

Wally was more than certain he had lost a friend that night…but he knew he gained something a whole lot better in exchange.