Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.
A/N: Been meaning to do this pairing for a while, might become my new favorite.

Summary: Sunburns, kisses and the taste of freedom.
Pairing: Conner/Wally
Warnings: yaoi, fluff

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Wally's back is red and peeling. Conner carefully peels each dead layer away, and his eyes are wide, like he's a small child trying to find treasure beneath Wally's skin. They're sitting on Conner's bed, Wally sitting on the edge with Conner behind him, and Wally bites his cheek as he feels Conner's hands running over his throbbing skin, nails scraping a the dead flesh.

"Thanks Supes, you have no idea how much this stings." Wally smiles, and the red skin on the corner of his mouth stretches, the dead skin looking like lattice work.

The G-Gnomes fed Conner information about flying and the sun, the smell of ocean water, the taste of sweets, the sting of being injured—but this is something. . . different. Yes, he knows what sunburn is, but Conner's never felt this kind of heat before, held the frail strings of dead skin between his fingers, smelt the sun on someone's overcooked skin.

Conner digs his thumb into Wally's lower back, and when Wally hisses, he lessens the pressure.

"How bad does it hurt?" Conner asks, and he cocks his head sideways just a fracture of an inch.

Wally chuckles and says, "Not really that bad, but it still stings."

Conner doesn't acknowledge Wally's statement. Instead, he runs his hands over Wally's reddened skin, scraping at the skin ever-so-slightly. Wally shudders beneath his hands, and Conner hears him suck in a quick breath.

"Did that hurt?" Conner leans in close, and Wally can feel Conner's breath on his neck.

Wally shakes his head. Conner presses his lips against Wally's shoulder; Wally sighs and stretches his neck. Conner's lips trails up Wally's neck, lips slightly open, tongue lapping at the tender skin. Wally turns his head slightly, and Conner kisses Wally's jaw, his cheek, and captures his lips. Wally sucks in a slow breath, and moans. Conner's tongue traces every ridge, gently slips in and out of Wally's open mouth, tasting the flesh of Wally's inner bottom lip, cheeks, tongue. Conner's hands slide down over Wally's back and rest on his hips.

Wally leans back against Conner's chest, and he captures Conner's wrists and drags Conner's hands up his stomach and over his chest, letting them rest over his nipples. Conner's thumbs rub small circles over Wally's nipples, feeling them stiffen beneath his hand. Wally moans, a little louder this time, Wally can feel Conner hardening against his back.

Conner's lost in the taste of ocean water and the warmth of sunshine. He can smell the summer wind, and he can feel the heat of the summer sun on his bare skin. Wally's hands drop from his wrist and go to his thighs, massaging at the muscles. Conner wants to bite, but he opts to taste instead, wanting to savor the flavor of Wally and the season.

When they pull apart, Conner's lips are tingling, and Wally's flushed and panting. Conner licks his lips and closes his eyes, enjoying the taste of summer on his tongue.