Pairings:
DickxWally

Summary:
Wally is one of the few partners who has to beg and plead to orally pleasure their boyfriend. Can he finally convince Dick to let him show off his mouth magic?

Rating:
M for two blowjobs.

AN:
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Reading on the floor gave Dick a sense of... rebelliousness. Studying with his books laid out on the plush carpet, not the beautiful wooden desk as Bruce so sternly demanded, and slouching as he flicked each page. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but the hero-by-night found that he could prolong the time before his bottom became numb by simply parting his knees and having the literature of interest between his feet. The frame of the bed dug into his back.

It was freedom, to be situated like this. With a good book, he could get away from the life of a billionaire's son, get away from being Robin. Get lost in places where supervillains merely stole and fought instead of raping, kidnapping and murdering. Or it was vampires and ghosts and werewolves that stalked the forests and not killers on streets who carried guns around like ballpoint pens.

But, of course, Wally had other ideas.

"Dude. Really. How long does it take you to read?" he whined.

Dick sighed, not even sparing his boyfriend a glance. "Considering I don't skim, plus I lack the whole superpower-thing... a lot longer than you."

A frown placed itself on Wally's lips. He'd tried a funny little thing called conversation, and even though he knew Dick could multitask, he couldn't stand the thought that only half of Dick was focussing on him.

"This is boring."

"Then leave."

"No. Outside is rainy and gross."

Realising that he had no choice—that Wally would simply turn to his usual whinging and flicking rubber bands at him—Dick closed the cover carefully. Bram Stoker's Dracula would have to wait.

"Fine," he said, much to the red-head's delight. "What do you want to do?"

Wally jumped up from the swivelly chair, grinning. He didn't even bother to reply, simply launched forward, landing between Dick's legs.

"Subtle," Dick smirked.

"That's the beauty of us – I don't have to be."

He leaned forward, cocking his head, trying not to get jittery. They'd done this before—usually on a bed, or maybe against a wall—but there was Murphy's Law, among other things...

Both boys laughed quietly at their pre-make-out anxiety after the first peck, before resuming with a little more grace. It was Wally's favourite kind – open and with teeth. Wally's tongue pushed in and traced squiggles on the roof of Dick's mouth. Clawing on his jersey was the response.

Beginning to settle, Wally swung his leg over, straddling Dick's knee, swaying his lower half back and forth. He scooted a little closer with each grind, ever-so-slightly opening his legs a little more. Dick blushed as each roll of the ginger's hips brushed his crotch as well – he was—slowly but surely—catching up in height.

Experience, however, was a more difficult thing to obtain when it came to Wally.

Dick chanced a look down as his ear was bitten and scraped; "You're already hard? Seriously?"

"Can't help it," Wally grinned. "Seventeen to eighteen is the sexual peak. The list of things that won't turn me on is probably shorter than the... hng."

It was Dick's turn to smile as he explored the heated insides of Wally's pants. "...than the what, Wally? Go on."

"You don't have to do this," Wally told him. "We could just wait and it'll go away."

Dick glanced up curiously. "You know I don't mind, right? Besides, then you'll owe me and I can collect later."

Wally shoved his lips against Dick's, gripping the edges of his shirt and pulling it over while Dick slid the silver button through its hole and tugged the zipper down. Both corners of his lips drew up as he spotted the wiry, copper-coloured hair that peeked out from the band of Wally's briefs. He worked up a good amount of spit before taking as much as he could of the package into his mouth, earning a gasp, a hushed moan of "Yes."

There was the faint smell of fabric softener, the weird texture on his wet oral muscles. Wally gripped the mattress, trying to think of things that would make him last. But his want betrayed him, and hungry eyes watched with dilated pupils as Dick put the head in his mouth, then a few more inches.

Did Dick ever think about Wally doing this?

Wally was seventeen when he gave the Boy Wonder his first handjob – after a little bit of assurance and a lot of waiting. However, every time Wally went to give head, Dick would kiss him instead and utter "No," and "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Wally would gently whisper. They both knew it wasn't the entire truth, though.

Why didn't Dick want it?

Did he think Wally would be as bad with his mouth as he was with cleaning dishes?

Even with this paranoia seeping into Wally's brain, Dick's head bobbed and turned, his tongue making an occasional appearance to sculpt the curves of Wally's length. He slid the tip into the side of his cheek and Wally let out another muffled groan.

Ugh, he had to stop thinking, had to concentrate on keeping his noises to a minimum should either of the Manor's other occupants stroll by the door. Seeing this as a challenge rather than a precaution, Dick edged his way up Wally's chest with shining lips and flicked his goddamned tongue over one of the two stiff nipples. Those hands, often gloved and hacking and typing, were truly amazing, and Wally drowned out all the sound tearing at his throat by fumbling around with the stereo remote that sat faithfully by Dick's side, thwacking a button or two so that the music boomed.

Dick smiled. Seeing a new amount of stickiness, he lowered his face again, this time paying attention to the sensitive skin of Wally's throbbing scrotum. The older boy seemed to know where it was leading when Dick breathed onto them with hot air from deep in his chest, and he was proven right when his boyfriend's lips opened around one of them and hummed. After receiving the same treatment on his other sac, the tip of his dick was dribbling a considerable amount.

"Please suck it or something," Wally begged.

Dick nodded, took half back in and groaned so that the older teen cried out, ramming his hips forward because his body just exploded with the delicious feeling.

"Don't move," Dick murmured. It was more a warning than a command. He edged the whole thing through his mouth until Wally felt the back of his throat, adjusted, slid it further. Then he swallowed.

"That's it! Just a couple more and- Christ, Dick-"

.

Wally nuzzled at the crook of Dick's neck, kissing tenderly and feeling over his collarbone, his shoulders.

"You get better and better each time," he smiled, doing up his fly. The belt remained unbuckled, a last piece of evidence from what they'd just done. "Not that I mind the practise."

Dick closed his eyes as Wally breathed on his ear.

"What does a blowjob feel like?"

There was a muted hesitation. "Like getting jerked off, I s'pose, but wetter and... warmer."

"I... I don't want you to tell me," murmured Dick.

Breath catching altogether, Wally brought himself away; "Really?" At Dick's approval in the form of a nod, his flushed face turned into one big grin.

"Don't look so grim," Dick snorted. Wally crossed his eyes. "Oh, wow. That'll amp up the mood for sure."

"When are you going to start shaving?" asked Wally, brushing his finger under Dick's chin.

"I, um... Do I need to?"

"Maybe. There's a little bit of fluff, is all."

"Oh." Dick bit his lip. "Are you stalling? You don't have to, you know. I get it."

Wally's mind went blank for a second. "What? No, no, I'm just- This is my first one, okay? I don't want to do a shitty job or anything."

"Baby steps, Mr. Impatient," Dick tutted, pushing on the back of Wally's head. Their lips clashed with a force that was only a moment off of majestic, but it made Dick's heart swell with something other than the butterflies already leaping around in there. Wally's hands started moving, rubbing underneath Dick's shirt. "You're freezing. Are you part abominable snowman?"

"Well, yesterday I found out my mom's side is Irish, so who knows?"

"Rhetorical question."

"Oh."

The touch circled down to his hips, creeping towards the middle.

How many times had he fantasised about doing this for Robin? About doing this for Dick?

Quite a few, actually. It started as a fleeting thought, an "I wonder what it'd be like to give a blowjob"-type thing. What followed was an unflattering shade of scarlet staining his cheeks as he imagined Robin (first boy in sight) with his legs parted, tugging at the fiery-red hair like there was no tomorrow. It made his feet tingle with excitement and his belly flutter with something else entirely.

Things were good with him and Dick. Being with a boy—weird as it seemed—had an advantage in the sense that they both knew their way around... certain body parts. It was all well and good to experiment and teach a girl how to master the perfect handjob, but (and here was the not-so-well-and-good bit) put your hand in their hair and consider yourself dead. All of the girls Wally had dated would think it a nightmare for a splatter of "liquid love" to hit her face. Sarah had even yelled at him for not keeping it in long enough.

Dick quite liked it though, and Wally loved seeing it drip down his cheek or chin. Something about seeing the usually pristine Dick Grayson all dishevelled and messy turned him on like fairy lights in December.

He gulped down more butterflies and preceded with the usual routine – so far, it was just like normal. Except for one little detail.

"Um, dude? I don't mean to belittle your manliness or whatever, but I've been at this for five minutes there's been not much of a change in... uh..." Doing his best to remain carefree as his sleeves were gripped and his lips were to Dick's cheek, Wally swallowed. "...feel down there. Unless it's your jeans and the denim's-"

"It's not the denim," Dick cut in. "Just give me a couple of minutes, okay?"

A small sigh slipped from Wally's throat. "Are you okay, Dick? You're looking a little pale."

"I'm fine!" he snapped, instantly regretting the harsh tone that accompanied his words. "I really want to do it, but apparently... This isn't... Ugh, this is so embarrassing."

"Do you really want it?"

"Of course I do."

"No bull?"

"No bull," confirmed Dick.

"Alright, bear with me." Wally held up his hand and a quaking set right to his fingertips, triggering the vibrations with a gentle humming sound.

"Whoa!" Just like that, Dick was ignoring his unbuttoned pants and stilling Wally's hand. "Are you crazy? You could burn me! Or phase through me and make me explode! You said it yourself when we watched Pulp Fiction – once a guy loses his cock, it's game over."

"Calm down, dude," Wally laughed. "I do this myself sometimes when I need to blow off steam. Besides, I'm not going to touch your dick—sorry, penis—directly; I'll do it over your underwear – you'll be sweet." Trying to physically smooth over the blatant distrust on his boyfriend's face, trying to communicate just how sure he was, Wally squeezed Dick's shoulder. "You know when you get into the shower and your feet go red? It's like that. Just using some heat to get the blood flow going down there. Alright?"

Finally, Dick eased up – "Fine. But if this totally fails and I lose my balls, I'm going to tell everyone what you said that time we went to Roy's and he-"

"Yeah, good, I remember."

Fingers shivering, Wally stroked the front of Dick's crotch, up and down the seam of his cotton briefs. Dick clenched his teeth, leaning his forehead on his boyfriend's collarbone. He let out a soft sigh, pushing his hips up as Wally gripped his cock, tugged it, then pulled his hand out and cupped the forming bulge over both layers. It was working quicker than he had thought, with Dick twitching in his free arm and gasping, twirling his hands into the back of Wally's T-shirt. Dick rocked forward with gentle wriggles of his bottom against the expensive carpet. Then the boy's breathing quickened; low, rough quakes of air slipped from his lips.

"I didn't want to hurry you along too much," Wally whispered, "but it feels like you're about ready."

Dick nodded with a lump in his throat and a tingling in his groin as he lifted himself off the floor enough for his pants to get pulled down halfway. His dark, blue underwear stuck out against the black of his jeans and the modest colours of the room, but it was what was behind the shiny fabric that Wally was interested in. He could understand the nervous bite of Dick's lip, however the same could not be said for his fidgeting fingers. Damn, how did he ask, in the nicest way possible, what the fuck was wrong?

"What the fuck is wrong?"

Well, that did it.

Dick blinked up at him. "What do you mean? I'm fine. It's noth-"

However, the word never made its way out, for a hand was found slapping over the mouth that almost spoke it. "If you say 'nothing' I won't be a very happy speedster. Tell me the truth."

Dick shied away. "It's really embarrassing, dude. I don't want to go into it."

"Yeah, see, the problem is when you say a thing like that it makes it seem like I am the problem. Am I the problem?" His eyebrows darted up as he realised the last part had been aloud.

"No!" cried Dick. If there was one thing—one Batman-forbid, do-not-under-any-circumstances-let-it-happen thing—it was letting Wally's ego get bruised. Everyone knew the moment that happened birds would fall dead from the heavens. "Look, it's just-" He mashed his palm against his face. "-Zatanna and I... We did things. One time I got a little too excited." Dick didn't want to look at Wally's face as he listened. "So I let her pull down my pants and try to get me off."

A single fact of that story struck Wally in the gut.

"No way. You told me I was the first to give you a han-"

But Dick interrupted – it was in his best interest to get the story over and done with. "You were. She just put it in her mouth, and her teeth..."

Wally's cringe said it all, bar the relief that trickled into his system. "Oh. Oh, shit, dude. Shit and ouch."

"Exactly. If that's what blowjobs are like..." He looked so guilty that Wally just wanted to squeeze him till his ribs caved. "...I don't know if I like them."

"It's not - anyone with a brain knows to cover their teeth or, at the least, open up enough so they don't scrape," Wally assured him.

"Really?"

"Really-really."

Dick cleared his throat once again, this time in discomfort. "Okay, then I'm good. Now let's pretend that whole conversation never happened, yeah? My little problem you've created isn't going to take care of itself."

"Heh, alright. Don't get snippy."

Wally pulled at the band, Dick's cock springing free, and wrapped his fingers gently around it. Palms moist, breath shaky, he leaned towards Dick again, whose face now donned a pink blush, and caught him on the mouth. The contact grew tighter at each downstroke until Dick's skull leant back against his bed. The air grew hot with light murmurs, moans, and sounds of approval slipping out despite the risks of such noises.

Meanwhile, Wally's pressed against his collarbone as he hoisted up the younger's shirt, revealing the muscles he loved. He kissed them, swept his tongue around Dick's pert nipples in a figure eight, and edged further until he was smooching at the base. Dick trembled and changed his position so that he could stare, pupils dilated, with Wally licking and breathing over the sensitive skin around the sides.

"What?" Wally asked when he noticed the intense attention. "Do you want to watch?"

Dick nodded eagerly.

Wally let the saliva drool from the tip of his tongue to allow a smoother glide of his mouth before he opened it, wet his lips, and took the boy's member in. Dick's groan was quick and low.

"That's so hot," he whispered as Wally drew back. "Could you do it again?"

The older teen was more than happy to oblige, so Dick let him fall back to the task at hand, enjoying the new and wonderful sensations of the insides of Wally's mouth – without teeth, of course.

"Wally..." he hissed as the speedster gave his jaw a break, instead kissing random spots on the boy's shoulder and letting his hand do the work.

"Yeah?"

"Could you..." He swallowed, feeling every heartbeat right in the loins. "Could you..."

"I can do anything, Dick. Tell me," he insisted.

Dick almost couldn't help the huskiness of his voice, but Wally really liked it that way. "Could you try something with my..."

Finally, Wally caught onto exactly what it was that made him drawl off. "If you're not comfortable saying it, just show me, okay?" he offered.

So, after a moment's hesitance, Dick's hand ran past his cock and gently cupped his own balls. He looked hopefully at Wally, who blushed in shame. How could he forget?

"Oh, yeah, sure!" he fumbled, realising he wouldn't be able to get his face in at any angle without removing some more clothing. With that in mind, he distracted Dick with attention on his chest as he clumsily freed one leg so that the bottom half of Dick's outfit hung around his other one. Then he sucked his tongue back, let the spit pool, and licked gingerly down the middle, before taking the right one in and humming.

Dick inhaled sharply.

His fingers carded through Wally's hair, aware as to not tug too hard or dig his nails into the scalp of the boy currently lapping away at the precum that had leaked out. The teasing flicks across his slit was enough to send him over the edge, but then Wally sucked on as much as could possibly fit and Dick just felt faint with the pleasurable lightning that heated his whole lower regions.

"Might... You might wanna move," he groaned, his heart almost bursting out of his ribs.

Wally paused. Sure enough, Dick's body tensed considerably, his hips rolling forward until he released into the awaiting mouth.

Wally didn't like it.

He sat still until Dick slumped, and when he did, Wally bolted towards the Kleenex box on Dick's bedside table and quietly spat the hot, sticky liquid into a tissue. He may have heard chuckling but wasn't really sure. By the time he zipped back, Dick was going flaccid, so Wally just rubbed the tips of his fingers in circular motions on the base.

"I couldn't swallow. I'm sorry," he muttered.

Dick shook his head. "I don't mind. It's... an acquired taste."

Wally looked away as Dick tucked himself back in and did up his own fly before they both flopped out on the double-bed. Dick rested a hand lazily on his belly and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, much to Wally's impatience.

"Was it o-"

"No. Bad Wally. Quiet time."

The eighteen-year-old's lips pursed.

"Are you forgetting something? I'm a speedster – I don't do quiet time! I want to know how I did now!"

Dick cast a weary look at him. "I'm never having sex with you, you know that?" His face turned sympathetic as Wally's eyes widened. "It was good. Not perfect, but we can practise and it'll get better."

Relief flooded his lungs for the third time that day, the red-head nodding agreeably and snuggling up to Dick's side. "I'm sure you won't mind it."

Dick grinned against the smooth kiss planted on his lips.

"I'll second that."