You're Hot But You're Also My Boss

A.N: Hey! This is in response to an AU prompt I saw on Tumblr. [one night stand before new day of work and oops…guy I slept with is my boss!] I've been wanting to write a Wally/ Dick fic for some time and I think this worked out nicely. This is my first slash fic so please review and tell me how this turned out! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned it, the show would not be cancelled and there would too much homo for the screen.

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Green eyes flickered open, blinking against the harsh sunlight. Throwing an arm over his eyes, Wally let out a groan as he turned away from the light and reached out for….emptiness. The redhead sat up with a yawn, bedsheets pooling around his naked waist as he frowned at the empty space beside him.

A glance at the floor only confirmed his suspicions; his 'friend' from last night was long gone. All that remained from their night was Wally's own clothes that had been ripped off by eager hands, a used condom, a bottle of lube and a delicious ache that made the redhead groan as he slid off the bed and walked towards the en suite bathroom.

Before he entered the bathroom though, he heard a pan clank in his kitchen and a familiar voice curse loudly. Eyes widening, Wally pulled a robe over his naked body and flung open his door to encounter a wonderful sight.

His 'friend' (he couldn't remember the man's name but that was probably due to how much he'd drunk last night) stood shirtless near the stove, one hand holding a spatula and the other was busy having its index finger sucked on. That gesture had Wally remembering some of the more explicit details of last night as he recalled a similar sucking around his nether regions.

Having heard the door open, the man turned around and grinned at the sight of tousled red head. "Morning, stranger. Want some pancakes?"

"You cook? Dude, I am so keeping you! Also, why are you sucking your finger? Now that it isn't hot- cause it is but I'm just wondering."

The brunette laughed, his blue eyes twinkling as he switched off the stove and rounded the little kitchen island with two cups and the plate of pancakes, "So you ramble even without alcohol. It's okay, I got burned a little. And no, you can't keep me. You gotta earn me first."

"I thought I did pretty well last night." Wally replied with a smirk as he eyed the flexing muscles of the man as he poured a generous amount of coffee into the two cups. "But if you need more convincing, I'm pretty sure we could go for round two."

The man gave Wally's searching hands a light smack and shook his head, "No can do beautiful. Hate to kiss and run but I have to get to work. I stayed to make breakfast since I don't eat until late."

Wally pouted as the brunette pulled on his shirt and slipped on his shoes, "And here I thought you cooking for me was a sign of love."

The brunette winked as he opened the door, "If you're anything like last night suggested, then you might have a chance. Now I've got to get going. Hope to see you again beautiful."

Wally waved goodbye before remembering something and choking on his coffee, "Wait, I don't even know your name! How will you find me?"

"I don't kiss and tell either babe. But trust me, I'll find you."

Wally didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that he might have just found himself a potential stalker but he didn't have the time to care. Mouth full with pancakes, he caught sight of the time on the stove and he jumped to his feet with a curse; he was going to be late to work! And on the first day!

Rushing through his shower and pulling on what seemed to be the cleanest things in his closet, Wally pushed thoughts of his gorgeous, can-apparently-cook one night stand out of his mind and concentrated on getting to the Police Department in one piece.

When he finally parked twenty minutes later, he was only five minutes late but that did not lessen the glare on the blonde woman's face as she waited for him near the entrance.

"I can't believe you. You get fired from three places for being late, I put my rep on the line by getting you a job here, you still come in late anyways and on top of all that, you got lucky last night?!"

"Artemis, will you chill? I'm only in the forensics department; no one's gonna go ballistic if I'm a few minutes late. And I was fired from two places because the big guys didn't like that I was smarter than them and how the hell did you know I got lucky?" Wally demanded as he followed the woman into the department.

"You forgot to brush your hair, your tie is lopsided and you sent me a message last night at 2 saying, 'I got lucky tonight!'" Artemis smirked back.

"You know, sometimes I hate that you're my best friend."

"I'm your only friend, Wally. Now hold still; you need to look like you're actually one of the smartest people to ever come out of Central City University."

Wally squirmed as Artemis began to redo his tie and ran a hand through his red hair. "Why does it matter what I look like? I'm going into the lab and wearing a lab coat!"

"Not right now. You have to meet Grayson." Saying so, Artemis pulled on the tie, ignoring Wally squeak of protest at his inability to breathe and whirled around.

The man followed with a grumble as he worked to let himself breathe, "Grayson?"

"Richard Grayson, head of the Covert Investigative division. His dad heads the whole police department."

"Okay, better question: why am I going to see him?"

"Because, Grayson handpicks his crew, no matter if they're field agents, desk people or lab techs. He wants only the best, which is why his division is the best. He likes meeting his agents one on one to see if he chose right. If he didn't, you're out. And right now, you're late! And Grayson hates people who are late."

Wally frowned. This Grayson dude sounded an awful lot like his old bosses. And his old bosses were old fudges who didn't like being upstaged or the idea of fun. If this Grayson was anything like them, Wally was going to quit right there; screw it if Artemis did this as a favour to him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the blonde knocked on an imposing door. The plaque read "Richard Grayson. Head of Covert Investigation Unit."

Suddenly Artemis was looking at him sympathetically, "Grayson sounds as if he's in one of his moods. That's not good. Just give him your name and tell him why you're here. Even better, just smile and look smart. That normally works for you."

And with that, Wally was pushed into the office and the door was shut in his face. Turning around, he was met with the back of a high-backed chair and he could just make out the top of the man's head.

Clearing his throat, Wally spoke confidently, "Mr. Grayson? Hi. I'm Wally West, one of the forensic lab technicians with your division. I was told you wanted to meet with me. I'm sorry I was late sir, I had a bit of trouble in the morning."

"I was not aware I constituted as trouble, Mr. West. Your behavior this morning showed otherwise."

Wally narrowed his eyes at the familiar voice before his jaw dropped as the chair turned around.

"Hello beautiful. I didn't think that when I said I'd see you again, it'd be so soon. Did you miss me that much? Or was it just Wally Jr. missing me?"

Wally couldn't even react to the teasing innuendo. His mind was busy connecting the fact that his one night stand from last night was Richard fucking Grayson, who also turned out to be his boss!

"You- you're Richard Grayson."

"That's right." The brunette agreed as he walked around the desk and sat in front of Wally.

"You and I had sex last night."

"The hickey on my neck seems to think so, yes."

"You're also my boss."

"Last I checked."

"You made me pancakes!"

"I did. Did you enjoy them?"

Grayson was being way too calm about this. Wally foundered for what to do when he recalled Artemis' words. What had she said? Just smile and look smart.

So Wally grinned and leaned back in his chair, "Loved them. Wanna share the recipe with me over dinner?"

Richard grinned right back, "You'll have to fight for it. It's a closely guarded family recipe."

"We both know I brought your guards down pretty well last night, so…shouldn't be too hard right?"

"I like the way you think, Wally. I think I chose right after all. Pick me up at 7:30 and maybe we'll find out just how much I can squeal."

Wally couldn't help his rakish grin, "I look forward to it Richa-"

"Dick. Call me Dick."

And then Dick pulled Wally by the front of his neat tie and smashed their lips together in a kiss. Wally didn't fight but rather pulled the man onto his lap, grinding his hips upwards with a moan. He bit Dick's lip slightly, delighting at the shiver the man gave and slid his tongue in. When Dick broke away for air, Wally snaked kisses down the man's jaw before he came to the hickey he'd placed there the night before.

With a smirk, Wally bit and sucked on the bite, grinning as the man atop him began gasping and squirming. He blew on the now red bite one final time before pulling back to look at his boss.

"I don't know about you; but I'm going to enjoy working late nights around here."

Dick only gave him the most dazzling of smirks before catching Wally's lips in another brain melting kiss.

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Twenty minutes later, Wally stumbled out of the office, running his hand through his hair and zipping up his fly. He hoped no one would notice that he was walking funny as he rounded the corner to find Artemis waiting for him.

"Dude, you were in there for half an hour! What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much. We talked a bit; he finds me fascinating."

"Wow. Maybe Grayson isn't as smart as I thought he was, if he finds you fascinating."

"Hey! I resent that! I'm plenty fascinating!"

"You keep thinking that. Hey, you never told me. How was last night's hook up? Will you be seeing him/her again?"

Wally only grinned as he entered the lab, "Oh definitely. He's one worth keeping. Plus, he makes pancakes!"

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