It was Friday way sooner than expected. In the heat of their busy lives, nobody had time to notice how quickly the days roll by, and before they know it, it's Friday again. Time to go out and get wasted. For the orchestra, time to sit in and rehearse for a few hours before any going out and having fun. Once again, a raven haired male was running. Lucky for him, this time, he wasn't late. In fact, he was way early for orchestra rehearsal. He was, instead, running to meet his freckled friend for a coffee and snack before their rehearsal. It had, of course, been Dick's idea to meet, he'd been the one to suggest it, but now he wasn't so sure. With each step he took towards Cafe Jitters, he was less and less sure. He just wanted to try and act normal, but he wasn't sure he could. Not after how much time he'd spent thinking about the previous Friday. And they'd just met that night!

Goddammit Dick, get a grip! He couldn't help yelling at himself in his head while walking into Jitters. Just before entering, he straightened out his clothes a little and made himself look presentable, then opened the door and walked it. Immediately, his eyes fell on the adorable freckled red-head that was Wally. He could see nervousness emanating from Wally's seat as the boy looked around for his friend. Dick sighed in relief, Wally's just as nervous as me.

Dick walked up to Wally's table and set his viola case down, smiling at his friend, "Hey KF."

Wally just rolled his eyes, trying not to stare at Robin. Dick was dressed rather well, he noted. He was in a navy blue button up shirt with a light grey vest and cream trousers. He looked rather formal. In fact, he had looked rather formal the previous week as well. Almost like a businessman. Wally looked down at his own outfit, a little embarrassed at his red hoodie and black jeans (which Dick, of course, found adorable). He smiled at Dick nonetheless, "Hey Robin. How are you doing?"

Dick smiled and took a seat opposite from Wally, "I'm pretty good." He smiled at the server when she came to ask for their orders, and ordered a latté and a slice of cake. Wally smiled and ordered a coffee with a lot of sugar and a slice of cake. Dick chuckled softly and shook his head, "Dude! How are you not diabetic, eating that much sugar?"

Wally laughed and shrugged, "It's a skill."

Dick smiled and shook his head, leaning forward on the table, chin resting on the back of his hand, and his elbow propping up his forearm, "You're very entertaining, Wally West."

Wally could feel himself get a little red as he heard the compliment, "T-That I'm known to be!" He tried to play it off as his usual confident (sometimes overconfident) self, but the blush was audible even in his voice. He felt like those blue orbs, deep as the sea, could see right through him and he felt naked, which would be uncomfortable with anyone but it was particularly embarrassing with Dick considering their little…incident from the previous week.

Dick smiled and tilted his head, "So how was your week?"

Wally forced himself to get un-flustered so he could actually talk, and then smiled back at Dick, trying not to stare at his lips, "Not very eventful. There isn't much that happens in Central City. It was my Uncle Barry's birthday on Tuesday, so we did have a bit of a party."

Dick tilted his head, "Did you get drunk again?"

Wally laughed and shook his head, "With Uncle Barry around? No way! He's such a sober. He never feels the alcohol so I just end up feeling a bit stupid."

Dick laughed and shook his head, then tilted his head, "By Uncle Barry, you don't happen to mean the CCPD CSI Barry Allen, do you?"

Wally nodded and tilted his head, "That's him alright. Bartholomew Allen. Don't tell him I mentioned his name to you though, he may just kill me." Wally snickered, then continued, "How do you know him? I didn't think he was famous enough to be known through to Gotham City."

Dick laughed and shook his head, "Oh no, one of my friends actually, Patty, was trying to get an internship with him because she is going into forensics. Either way, it's awesome that you're related, I'd love to meet him some time."

Wally nodded and smiled, "He'd like that, I think. So how was your week?"

Dick nodded and shrugged, "It was quite nice actually. Though my roommate, Bruce, had his girlfriend over a couple of nights and so I ended up losing sleep for a while…"

Wally couldn't help but laugh a little at that, "That's really sad. Maybe you should just get ear plugs and shut the sound out."

Dick laughed and shrugged, "I suppose I should. Oh, and it turns out Alfred is from Gotham City, I ran into him a couple times during the week actually."

Wally tilted his head and laughed, "That's um…interesting?"

Dick shrugged and laughed, "I don't know, I thought it was. He has a funny aura. Maybe it's just the English accent and the way he dresses, but he gives off this butler aura. Like I would hire him as my butler. Or well, Bruce would, he's richer than I am."

Wally laughed and tilted his head, "Is that racist? Does that count as being racist?"

Dick laughed, "I'm not saying all people with an English accent are butlers, but Alfred just seems like he'd make a great one."

Wally shook his head with a smile, leaning forward on the table, towards Dick, "You are also entertaining, Dick Grayson."

Dick immediately felt his cheeks heat up as Wally come closer. Thankfully, they had to pull away soon enough as a very flustered waitress came back with their orders. She left their cakes and drinks at the table and ran away, as if to say that she didn't want to interrupt.

Dick thanked her quietly before she left, then turned back to Wally, "So tell me, why did you get the name Kid Flash? I mean, I get the Flash part, because you always speed up way too much while playing. But why Kid Flash?"

Wally smiled and stirred his coffee, laughing a bit, "Well, I joined this orchestra last year because Uncle Barry said it would be good to keep playing my instrument. And he used to be in the orchestra till then, but he quit because he got more busy after having a kid. And Uncle Barry, actually, used to be just like that. He would just keep speeding up, so he ended up with the nickname Flash. And obviously, since I'm related to him, they decided that instead of being Flash the Second or something cool like that, I was going to be Kid Flash. Sad story, right?" He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "Oh, and by they, I mean just Alfred decided, but got the support and encouragement of the orchestra."

At that, Dick finally laughed a bit. "Your speeding family must be rather interesting. I wonder if Mr. Allen's son will also turn out to be a…speedster? I don't want to say speedster, but in this case, you kind of are, right?"

Wally laughed and shook his head, "I don't know, I suppose?" They both smiled and started eating their cakes, making small conversation. It started with Wally asking about Dick's university and how they teach music, and then Dick asked the same question, only to find out Wally was studying both music and computer science (which for some reason, though he wouldn't admit it, made Dick's heart throb). The conversation then shifted to the repertoire for their concert, which wasn't very much, but it was hard enough to play - as would be expected with things like Haydn's 104th, Kabalevsky's Violin Concerto and Brahms' First.

Within just ten or fifteen minutes, both boys were leaning quite far over the table, that interested in the conversation. Dick smiled and tilted his head after a few moments of silence, "So who's playing the solo for the violin concerto?"

Wally lit up and smiled, "A really close friend of mine actually! His name is Roy Harper."

Dick also perked up at that and tilted his head, "Roy Harper? Really? Like Speedy Roy Harper?"

Wally blinked a couple of times and tilted his head, "Yeah, him. You know Roy?"

Dick nodded and laughed, "Yeah, we went to the same elementary school! We were best friends for years. He moved to Keystone after that, though, so I haven't met him since. I wonder if he'll remember me. That's awesome though. He still calls himself Speedy then?"

Wally laughed and nodded, "Yeah, says he always ran the fastest in elementary and middle school. Is that true? I've only known him since high school, and he kinda started focusing on music then, so nobody knew how fast he really was."

Dick shrugged and nodded, "He was really fast on his feet. Can't speak for his middle school years though. He was also quite the jumper, if I remember right."

Wally tilted his head, "Interesting. In high school, Speedy was more into the arts. He was in all the ensembles and he even did the music in all our theatre productions. He played 5 or 6 instruments, and all really well too."

Dick clicked his tongue and sighed, "Did he even have a life?"

Wally shrugged with a short laugh, "I know all the girls were all over him but I can't say if he ever dated anyone. He used to hang out with me most of the time, in our first two years. Until I…er…y'know." Wally trailed off topic, not really wanting to finish that sentence.

Dick tilted his head with a knowing smile, "Until you got a girlfriend? You know, you can say that."

Wally blushed lightly and looked down at his food, "I just didn't want to."

Dick felt the blood rush to his face at the realization of Wally's intent. You don't normally talk about exes when you're on a date. Dick bit his lip and looked down a his own food, that almost finished cake. He took a sip of his latté, then looked back up at Wally, watching him take a bite of his own cake. He smiled and tilted his head, "So how old are you, KF?"

Wally shrugged, "Twenty one. And you?"

Dick coughed a bit, choking on his coffee, but recovering soon enough and frowned, "You cannot be older than I am! That's rubbish!"

Wally smirked, "Twenty then? You don't seem younger than that."

Dick just pouted and crossed his arms, "Yeah. Don't be an ass." He finished up his cake and drink, then stretched a bit. He looked over at Wally to see he had also finished up his meal. He smiled and tilted his head, "Well, there's still an hour before orchestra. What do you want to do?"

Wally felt his face heat up as he looked down at his watch. It's only been twenty minutes?! It felt like it had been an eternity. Not to say he was bored, no. Just that he could just sit in front of Dick all day and not realize it. Or he could sit in front of Dick for twenty minutes and feel like he's known him his whole life. It was a beautiful thought. He sighed and stood up, "We could go for a walk, if you'd like? Hang around the park. Or maybe we can go to the bridge, but then we'd probably not make it back in time for orchestra."

Dick stood up as well, paying for both of them, and then shook his head at Wally's attempt to protest, "I'll pay since you bought my drinks for me last week. And erm…I don't think I want to skip, or be late for, my second rehearsal. But. Er…" Dick could actually feel all the blood in his body slowly climbing to his face. He sighed, "Let's maybe just walk the streets right now and then go to the rehearsal. If by the end of that four hours you're not, er, sick of me… We can perhaps go for a drink."

Wally blinked a couple of times, trying to let the weight of those words sink in. He just…invited me to a date, right?! So far, they had just been friends hanging out, pretending that they weren't staring at each other so hard that their eyeballs might have popped out. But Dick had just, in his own very roundabout manner, asked Wally on a date. Right?

Wally walked them out as he tried to comprehend this whole thing. He was fairly silent, which was of course, insufferably unnerving for Dick, but he kept quiet and waited for Wally to come around. Maybe Wally just didn't feel the same way. Dick tried not to let his mind go there, and he didn't have to try too hard, because soon enough Wally's face was red as a tomato.

"Robs…" Wally bit his lip nervously, "Y-You did just ask me on a date, right?" Wrong. There's just no way.

Dick laughed and shook his head, "I went from being Robin to Robs? I don't actually mind, but I do prefer Dick, you know?"

Wally shrugged with a chuckle, "I think Robin suits you so well!" He frowned a bit right after though, realizing that Dick hadn't answered his question. He bit his lip and sighed, assuming that he must have been wrong. He just quietly walked along with Dick, looking around the familiar streets.

Dick smiled and casually slipped his hand into Wally's, swinging them a bit, "And…yes."

Wally yelped at the sudden, but familiar feeling of Dick's hand in his. He tried to speak, but it just came out as a pathetic squeak, "Y-Yes?"

Dick blushed lightly and looked up at Wally, "Yes, I did ask you out on a date. And…now I'm not sure I want to let you say no."

Wally blushed deeper than the colour of his hair and returned the grip on Dick's hand, "I…er… Oh. Um. I… I never said I wanted to say no."

Dick smiled and looked up at Wally with a bit of a smirk, "Oh I know. Your face reads 'yes' all over it. You'd be the world's worst liar if you said no."

Wally pouted, "I get that enough as it is, I don't need you to say that too!"

Dick smiled and walked closer to Wally, swinging their arms a bit farther back and forth. The rest of the hour was rather awkward. It was just the two of them walking hand in hand, barely ever saying anything because they were too conscious of the fact that they were holding hands. They both occasionally looked at each other, then just burst into quiet chuckles. It was very reminiscent of a date of a high school freshmen couple. Their hour was almost up and they were walking towards the recital hall when Wally suddenly pulled Dick into an alleyway and leaned back against the wall, pulled Dick in between his legs, wrapping an arm around his waist. Dick turned beet red as he was pressed up against Wally, his hands on the redhead's chest.

Wally bit his lip and looked down at Dick's lips, but not for long, because he found himself lost in the beauty that was Dick's deep blue eyes. He blushed lightly and tilted his head a little bit, "So… Dick. Um. C-Can I kiss you?"

Dick tilted his head for a moment and blinked a couple of times, before letting out a small squeak, "Yeah."

Wally blushed deeply and looked down, almost as if he had forgotten how to kiss someone. He bit his lip and looked down at Dick's lips, trying to figure out how to do this - almost as if he didn't want to mess up this opportunity. In the time that he spend thinking, he didn't even see it coming, but Dick suddenly had his lips pressed against Wally's in a brief, chaste peck.

Dick pulled away seconds later and blushed deeply, looking down. Wally smiled at the raven's reaction and cupped his cheek with one hand, pulling his face up into a deeper, longer kiss. Dick whimpered softly and kissed back, wrapping one arm around Wally's neck. It had been way too long since he'd kissed anyone. When they finally pulled apart, Wally just looked at Dick in awe, and almost as if in disbelief of what they had just done.

Dick blushed deeper at how Wally was looking at him and bit his lip, "W-We really should go in and warm up before the rehearsal starts…" At that, Dick raised an eyebrow and looked down to see that Wally wasn't carrying a case. It was just his viola case that had been dropped to the floor and forgotten (thank goodness he invested in a good case, in the event of this exact scenario, or his instrument would be destroyed). "Where's your trumpet?"

Wally laughed and tilted his head, "You're just noticing, Robs? Jesse's bringing it for me. We had a brass section rehearsal on Wednesday and then drinks after, but I kind of forgot my case after."

Dick almost snarled at that. He looked up at Wally and narrowed his eyes, "That's all it was? You didn't get drunk and take her home?"

Wally laughed and kissed Dick's forehead, "I only try to come across as a playboy. I'm not, Dick. You're the only person I've kissed in months…" At that, Dick felt a sudden wave of relief run through him, and he couldn't tell why. It wasn't like he was dating Wally for him to be possessive over the redhead. Heck, he didn't even know if he really liked him in that sense. All he felt was this uncontrollable sexual tension between them. Though, to give credit where deserved, Wally was actually quite great, and given time, it was very probable that Dick would come to like him.

Dick sighed and pulled away from Wally, a little reluctantly, "We really should go in… Rehearsal starts in two minutes."

Wally nodded and smiled, "Alright. We'll still go grab a drink after, yeah?"

Dick nodded and sighed, "If we're feeling up to it. Otherwise, we can go eat popcorn and watch a movie at your place, since that's so close from here."

Wally nodded and sighed, trying to resist the urge to wrap his arm around Dick's waist. He knew that if he did that, Dick would probably kill him. And the fact that they weren't exactly lovers or anything, so it would just be awkward to do something like that in front of others. He ran off ahead of Dick to go get his instrument from Jesse. Dick just rolled his eyes and took his seat with Jim. The old man smiled and moved around to let Dick get by and to his seat. "I almost thought you weren't coming back."

Dick smiled and shook his head, "I actually really enjoyed playing here last week. Gotham doesn't have a community orchestra, so all the ensembles I'm in are full of university students. This one feels a lot different, in a good way." He pulled his instrument out and started warming up. It was barely a moment later that the orchestra started tuning. Dick sighed. He always hated not having enough time to warm up before a rehearsal, but this time, he couldn't be too upset. He smiled and pulled out the Brahms symphony they were working on. He did love the fourth, which seems to be Brahms' most popular one, but the first was his favourite, and he couldn't be more thankful for the opportunity to play it. He adjusted himself and sighed in happiness as the sounds filled the room. He took a deep breath, loving the harmonies come together in the first page of the symphony. It really was completely incredible that someone, a human, actually composed this beautiful work.

Dick looked to the brass section, almost on instinct, when he had a few bars of rest, seeing Wally tapping his foot, almost as if he was forcing himself to stay in tempo. I wonder if he's doing that to act cool in front of me. He chuckled softly and placed his instrument back under his neck, continuing to play his part. Somehow, miraculously, they had gotten through the whole of the first movement without stopping the very first time through. Of course, there had been a few slips, and some people playing the wrong notes, or ignoring key-signatures, but overall, they were small problems and not too audible, especially since the people making them were so few.

When they were done, Alfred looked like he was really satisfied. As satisfied as any conductor could after a rough run-through. Of course, they then got a very short break before moving onto the second movement, a very lyrical piece, compared to the first movement (as in most symphonies). Dick didn't have as much to do, but he still had some. He chuckled whenever he looked at Wally, because it would seem the trumpeter had mostly rest in that movement. Most symphonies were pretty stingy with brass parts anyway, but the lyrical movements all but ignore them. And Wally, obviously, wasn't having it. Dick couldn't help but laugh at how restless the adorable Kid Flash looked. The second movement wasn't nearly as good as the first. The orchestra must have used up all their energy and concentration in the first 20 minutes, so the second movement was all but falling apart. About halfway through, Alfred put his baton down. Dick sighed and set his instrument on his lap.

"Alright," Alfred started, "Either the problem is that you folks can't play more than 20 minutes at a stretch, which will be an issue when the concert comes around, or that nobody in this bloody room has practised the second movement. Because the first was actually rather lovely. So, I'm going to hope, for your sakes, that the problem is my former theory and give you a five minute break. Don't leave, just take the time to actually read your music. I couldn't give a damn less about dynamics, just get the bloody notes correct, alright? And count. Please."

Dick blinked a couple of times. It seemed so out of character for Alfred to straight up be cursing at them, but he reckoned it was just because he didn't know Alfred well enough. After that five minute break, the rest of rehearsal actually went by rather smoothly, without any issues. While Dick was busy packing up (just because he was extraordinarily meticulous and had to have all his papers in order before he could call it a night). In the meantime, his favourite speedster walked up behind him and poked the back of his neck, making him let out a loud, audible yelp.

He turned back and glared at the ginger, "Wally! What are you doing?!" He finished sorting his papers and picked up his viola case, "I'm in half my mind to kick you right now!"

Wally grinned and threw an arm around Dick's shoulders, "Dude, take it easy! Let's go have a fun night. So I'm thinking, since Alfred's really anal and I'm beat after that rehearsal, I'll take you up on the movie and popcorn offer!"

Dick sighed and nodded, "Sure, why not, right? Don't go poking me out of the blue again, though!"

Wally smirked and walked them out of the hall, towards his apartment, "I won't if you be a good boy, Robin!"

Dick rolled his eyes and sighed, pushing Wally's arm off his shoulder, "Fine! If you can be that way, so can I!" He pouted, pretending to sulk.

Wally laughed a bit and swung his arm back and forth, swinging his trumpet case in turn, "Shall we keep sulking, or are we going to have a good time?"

Dick smiled up at Wally and shrugged, "We can have a good time, assuming your taste in movies is good. If you're into garbage movies, then consider us done. D-O-N-E, done!" He was only teasing, but the reaction on Wally's face made Dick melt. The ginger looked so utterly shocked and heartbroken, it was almost as if Dick had kicked his puppy or something. Dick smiled and stepped in front of Wally, looking up into his green eyes, "Hey… I was kidding, Walls.." He leaned up and kissed the corner of Wally's mouth, "You're way too entertaining for me to give up that easily. Also, pro-tip. Don't take everything I say so seriously.."

Wally didn't say anything, but the relief was apparent on his face and he smiled once again, letting them inside his apartment building. They walked up to his unit and walked in. Wally sighed in relief and kicked his shoes off, leaving his trumpet case by the dining table. "You can leave your case there too. Would you rather watch something on the TV on the couch, or should we go to my bed and watch something on my laptop? I'm sure you noticed last week, I got stingy when I bought my couch, so it's not the most comfortable."

Dick laughed and left his viola case next to Wally's trumpet case. He smiled and thought for a moment, "I'm thinking it doesn't really matter where we watch, as long as it's warm, there's popcorn and a nice glass of wine."

Wally smiled and nodded, "Of course. My room it is then." He opened the cupboard and pulled out some microwave popcorn, placing it in the microwave to get it cooked. He then opened his fridge and pulled out a fresh bottle of wine that he had bought earlier that week, secretly with hopes of using it in this exact situation. He pulled out two wineglasses and filled them with wine, handing one to Dick. Once the popcorn was done, he emptied the bag into a bowl and looked at Dick, "Shall we?"

Dick nodded and smiled, "Let's! Any idea what we should watch?"

Wally shrugged and thought for a bit, "Should we watch a movie, or a show?"

Dick thought for a bit, "I don't know, a show seems like a lot of commitment. Let's go with a movie. Probably a fairly light one though, since we have had a long rehearsal already."

Wally nodded and walked into his bedroom, which was much cleaner than it had been the week before. Of course, dear Wally had taken the pains to clean it up after all. It hadn't been particularly messy even the previous week, just a bit cluttered."

Dick smiled and let Wally pull the sheets up before sitting on one side of the double bed. Wally climbed in from the other side and pulled the blanket over them, so their feet were warm. He then placed the popcorn and his wine on the bedside table, picking up his laptop and opening his Netflix app. He scrolled through the movies, looking at Dick, "Stop me if you see something you like.."

Dick nodded and smiled, sipping on his wine, "This wine is great! Oh, we should watch a Disney movie! There isn't a better way to get through a date!"

Wally immediately felt his face heat up, just looking straight at the screen and hoping Dick wouldn't notice. "Any preferences?"

Dick thought for a moment, "Have you seen Tangled? It's great! I will sing every song!"

Wally grinned and nodded, "Well, I will harmonize with you for I See the Light because, yes, I've seen Tangled! What about Toy Story?"

Dick thought for a moment, "I love both those movies, this is tough. Tangled seems like more of a poster date movie, so let's watch Toy Story? Unless you're particularly attached to Tangled." He snickered a bit.

Wally imitated Dick's snicker in a mocking fashion and rolled his eyes, "No, I'm not attached to it or anything, so Toy Story is fine."

The movie was great, because it was just one of those timeless classics. What made the movie greater, though, was the fact that not even ten minutes into the movie, Dick was all up in Wally's space, cuddling his arm and leaning on his shoulder. Not that Wally was complaining. Cuddling was always welcomed. It did make him think less about the movie though. Thankfully he'd seen it enough times. By the end of the movie, the two were basically lying down, Dick nuzzling into Wally's chest. They were comfortable in that position, until Wally broke the ice, "I er... I really like cuddling, but can I put the laptop away and put the pillows down so we can actually lay down and cuddle?"

Dick chuckled a bit and nodded, watching as Wally hurried to put the laptop away, then fixed their pillows before laying down once again, slipping his arm under Dick and pulling him close. Dick grinned a bit and shook his head, mentally, Speedster indeed. He reached down and held Wally's hand, entwining their fingers. In the meantime, with the hand that was under the raven's body, Wally slowly traced circles into his back, occasionally making him visibly tremble, or let out a soft moan. The ginger couldn't help but grin every time Dick moaned and had to hold himself back from kissing him. Not that kissing was bad, they'd established that a few hours back, but this was good. It was nice to just cuddle platonically. If we kiss, Wally reckoned, it won't stay very platonic.

Though Dick said nothing, he didn't make a move to change their current situation, so chances were he was thinking the same thing. Cuddles were always nice. And I'm soooo comfortable. Wally's so warm. It was about ten minutes later or so that Wally looked down at Dick, "Dude. You're in really nice clothes…"

Dick laughed a bit and looked up at Wally, "Did you just notice? I like dressing up, it's no big deal."

Wally shook his head and ruffled Dick's hair, making the younger male pout, "No, that's not what I meant. Your nice shirt and pants and vest are going to get all crumpled. Do you want pyjamas?"

Dick looked down at himself for a moment and nodded, "Actually, yeah, that'd be great. Just pants are fine. I get too hot if I wear a pyjama top, or even a t-shirt." Wally nodded and stood up, careful not to lift himself too suddenly since Dick was still mostly cuddled to him. Dick continued, "U-Unless you mind me being shirtless, which I totally get!"

Wally laughed and looked at Dick, "Who would mind your puny shirtless chest? I bet your ribs are all visible."

Dick frowned and threw a pillow at Wally, "Don't be an ass, Wally! I'm not that small. Besides, I actually have abs, in case you were interested."

Wally rolled his eyes, "I'll believe that mountain of rubbish when I see them, which will be in a few seconds, I think." He walked over to his closet and pulled out two pairs of pyjamas. He tossed one over to Dick who had just folded his vest and was taking his shirt off. Once done, he folded that too, and stood up to take his pants off. Wally immediately turned around. "I'll uh… I'll go change in the bathroom." He hurried out of the room, then cursed under his breath. Calm down, my heart. Calm down.

Dick chuckled a bit and changed into the pyjama bottoms. "What a character…" Wally backed into the room a moment later in his own pyjamas, and this time, it was Dick's turn to stare. Sure, he himself had abs, and was quite fit, but Wally's chest was toned. It was very well built, but more than that, it was just, somehow, very….Wally. Okay, Dick, that doesn't make any sense, stop thinking. And stop staring! He cleared his throat and looked up at Wally, "Well… Somehow, this feels a lot more awkward than I thought it would be."

Wally laughed a bit and nodded, taking Dick's clothes and setting them on his desk in the corner. Dick just looked so adorable standing there and looking at Wally, there was no way Wally could just stay and do nothing! He walked back to Dick and gave him a gentle push, but since the little bird wasn't prepared for it, he fell back on the bed, and Wally was immediately on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning him down. "Aw, Dickiebird. It's not that awkward, is it?"

Dick blinked a couple of times as the situation actually began making sense to him, and he blushed beet red, "KF… What are you doing?"

Wally smiled and leaned down, pecking Dick's lips and batting his eyes at him, "I can't?"

Dick bit his lip and gulped, "I didn't say that…"

Wally grinned and held Dick's wrists on the bed, effectively pinning him completely, "Oh good~" He pressed his lips against Dick's and moved them sensually against his. He tasted so good. So much better than he had imagined. All the kisses before had been too gentle to notice, but this was the kind of kiss they had shared last week. Deep and slow. Except, last week's kiss hadn't been so very wet. This was incredibly wet. He leaned closer to Dick and licked his bottom lip, all but begging for entrance.

Dick was all too happy to oblige, opening his mouth to the invading tongue and rubbing his own against it. He had been a little surprised, and possibly shocked when Wally had pinned him to the bed, but if this was the result of that, it was very much worth it. Dick couldn't help but let out soft, short whimpers - almost like breathless gasps - as Wally kissed him into oblivion. His whole mind went blank, like a haze of white washing over him. It was like a massive wave coming at him and swallowing him whole, it left a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he could feel his blood rushing to his head, but it also felt so good and his whole body was going limp in Wally's hold. When Wally finally pulled away for breath, Dick let out a needy groan, in complaint at the lack of Wally's lips and tongue. "KF…"

Wally chuckled a bit and let go of Dick's wrist, using his now free hand to stroke Dick's cheek, "You look so beautiful, Robs. You look lovely under me, blushing beet red, your body begging to be kissed more, but your mind too scattered for you to be able to say it."

Dick blinked a couple of times, so confused he could feel his nerves stretching to try and find an explanation as to how Wally knew exactly how he felt at that moment - but, as Wally had said, his brain was too scattered for him to say that, so all that came out was a soft, "How…?"

Wally smiled and kissed Dick's cheek in understanding, getting off of him, "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?" No! Dick wanted to scream. He wanted Wally to kiss him again. To kiss him everywhere and leave him a whimpering mess. Why was Wally getting off?! It seemed that Dick's thoughts were projected on his face in HD because, Wally sighed and stroked his hair gently, "I take it you've never kissed like that before? Never been even remotely submissive?" Dick shook his head and looked up at Wally, leaning into his touch like a baby. Wally nodded and continued, "That figures. Well, normally, you wouldn't go under from just a deep kiss, but I suppose it's because you've never been pushed down like that. You're in mild subspace. That's why your brain feels cluttered and in a haze, and you can't organize through your thoughts. You'll get used to it, but I doubt we should do more right now. I don't want to overwhelm you."

Subspace? Dick had heard of it, but he had assumed it only hit people when they were actually scening something with a dominant. Not just from a kiss with a potential partner. Maybe Wally was right. Dick hadn't really dated many people. Only one, in fact, and they hadn't lasted very long. All the kisses he'd shared with his ex had been very gentle. Deep? Yes. Wet? At times, but they were always gentle and…feathery, almost. It made a weird kind of sense that he was in subspace. He looked up at Wally laying next to him and reached up, touching his cheek gently, "Okay… But… I do want to do more. N-Not today. But eventually."

Wally nodded and smiled, pressing a brief, chaste kiss to Dick's lips, "Of course, Birdie. It's a promise." He pulled the sheets over them and wrapped an arm around Dick, gently stroking his back slowly, letting Dick ease off into a deep sleep, and he himself followed quite soon.

Dick woke up the next morning and opened his eyes, only to look straight at Wally's freckles. He immediately turned beet red at the memory of the previous night and carefully rolled away from Wally's hold getting up. Wally hugged on of the pillows on the bed instead of Dick and stayed deep asleep. Dick rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He looked utterly ridiculous. Blushing beet red, his lips a little swollen and his hair in a complete mess. He sighed and used Wally's mouthwash to freshen up, then tried to somehow fix his hair, but it wasn't happening. He sighed and looked down at the too-big burgundy pyjamas he was in. "Well… I guess I'll make some breakfast for us, then wake that loser up."