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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon), Young_Justice, DCU, DCU_Animated
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Wally_West
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Wally_West
  Additional Tags:
      Dry_Humping, Making_Out, Teenagers, Porn, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, Grinding, Porn_with_Feelings, Not_Suitable/Safe_For_Work, Boys
      Kissing, Exploration, Mutual_Masturbation, Masturbation, Shameless_Smut,
      Smut, Sexual_Fantasy, Frottage
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-24 Words: 4410
****** Dry ******
by xTammyVx
Summary
     Compromise is key.
Notes
     So I was going for something that most (if not all) sexually-active
     teens will be able to relate to; dry humping is one of the many
     things that we experience at some point, even if it's just for
     foreplay. I wanted this to be a real "first" fic, where Wally is
     seventeen and ready, Dick is fifteen and not so ready.
     Thanks for reading :]
Wally was between Dick's legs, sucking and gently teasing the younger boy's
neck, hands roaming mindlessly over his sides, when the latter felt it scrape
gently against his jeans.
Another drizzly, miserable day in Gotham was known to them only by the gap in
the curtains where hoards of droplets splattered against glass, running down to
meet others only to pool in the gutters. Soft, low music set the scene,
floating around with the help of surround-sound speakers and the wonderful
Narnia that was iTunes. Unlike the majority of teens in America, his playlists
did not boast the likes of Miley Cyrus' newest hit, nor any songs that
contained the word "ass" in its title. No, these were classic songs, cleverly
composed and heard for decades, and with good reason. Wally allowed their
playing for the simple reason that they calmed Dick, and dampened the
aggression of teenage hormones.
However, they weren't miracle drugs that had peaceful endorphins rushing into
his system, and they definitely weren't enough to not make him not realise that
Wally was so... so...
...hard.
Dick knew as well as any other boy his age that it wasn't uncommon to get
turned on when kissing—especially if the object of affection was pressed close
enough to not allow more than a breath between them—but he wasn't prepared to
go that extra step with Wally and "give him a hand". It had only been four
months since they'd slowly seeped into a steady relationship, although it had
to be said that it had taken half of that time for Dick to let up his bars and
allow the speedster onto his bed.
And, oh yes, Wally had taken that permission with much delight. The first time,
Dick was so nervous that he'd been unnaturally rigid, especially for an
acrobat. Wally in turn had been too scared that this new gift of making out
would be retracted if he took it a step too far. However, over time, they had
established boundaries and rules, ways of subtly telling the other "Stop,"
"Don't do that," and "yes, God, yes."
One of the restrictions, however, was that Dick wasn't ready for anything...
below the belt.
Yet there it was again, with Wally taking the lack of reaction as a positive
sign, once more bumping his tented crotch against Dick's. Yeah, the Boy Wonder
was excited too, though he still had no intention of going further.
Wally adjusted his position, finding Dick's soft lips again, so that he rested
more weight on his elbows and less on his hands. This, of course, had him
sinking further into the space he oh-so-perfectly fit into and very
purposefully rubbing their clothed hard-ons together in long, slow rolls of his
hips.
Dick then turned his head and whimpered, a sound of which even he couldn't
decide the true nature of. On one hand, it felt undeniably good to have this
new, alien touch, especially in such a tantalising manner. On the other, the
denim would soon be rough and uncomfortable, which would probably be enough to
have him rushing off to the bathroom if he wasn't careful.
Then another noise broke the steady beats of music, and this time it belonged
to a certain redhead. It was a choked sigh on Dick's neck, a sigh of relief and
comfort. Guilt settled lightly on Dick's chest—trapped firmly under Wally's—and
he carefully placed his hands on the speedster's shoulders with the intention
of pushing him away. However, with one well-angled thrust, Wally had a hushed
groan tumbling from his throat instead.
"W-Wally, get offa me..." he hissed.
They peeled apart, one far more reluctant than the other.
"What's wrong, babe? Did you hear someone pass the door?" he asked cautiously.
The very last thing he wanted was to be busted by Bats with his cock standing
to full attention. "He does know we're not studying up here, right?"
"He's Batman – of course he knows we're doing stuff," Dick smirked. A mere
taint of nervousness framed these words, and Wally became aware of that as Dick
rubbed his shoulders.
"So..."
"You're getting pretty close, don't you think?" he hinted quietly.
Wally then followed Dick's line of sight down, past the bellybutton revealed by
wandering hands and onto their flies, which were no longer flat courtesy of the
bulges beneath them. "I, uh, I thought you'd be okay with it. We're not
shedding clothes or anything."
"Yes, until it becomes too uncomfortable and we bring blue balls into it.
You're not exactly one to suffer in silence, and I'm wearing skinnies, dude!"
An intense blush flash-flooded Wally's cheeks then. Talking about boners he
could do, but remaining composed wasn't so easy when the thought of Dick's
swollen length straining desperately against the inside of his jeans swamped
his imagination. He wondered how it was possible for both his face and his dick
to burn like that; were sex and embarrassment really at the top of his brain's
list of blood-related priorities?
"C'mon, Rob – it's hot, isn't it?" Wally pouted with a nip to the other's ear.
"Yeah, and what happens when it begins to feel like our nuts are being
squeezed?"
"I-I can get off from grinding, and you can... jerk off in the bathroom if it's
not enough," he offered.
Dick's eyes widened. "You can come from just dry-humping?"
Ah, jeez, this was going to unwind a mountain of speedster jokes. "Yeah,
sometimes, if it's good," Wally replied.
He waited patiently, erection not waning in the slightest, as Dick bit his lip.
If it was a no, then he would simply kiss some more and excuse himself to the
on-suite. If it was a yes...
Well, one could only hope.
"Doesn't it feel a little weird? Isn't it sore after a while?" asked Dick.
A little dash of joy. Not only was Dick not going to shoot it down in two
seconds flat, he had questions. Admittedly, Wally quite liked when Dick had
queries about sex. That and science were about the only two things that his
knowledge excelled that of Robin's, and he was proud of it.
"You change positions every so often so you don't get stuck doing the same
movement the whole time. Like this..." He tucked his knee between Dick's
thighs, the other resting on the outside of his leg. "Or I could bottom, or you
could get on top and... ride me?"
Dick seemed to consider this, not batting an eyelid at the last part of Wally's
suggestion. Really, should he have expected to be talked to with a totally
literate flair when there was still Wally's package resting on his?
"I guess it did feel kinda nice..." He looked up and smiled. "Let's try it."
"Sweet," Wally sang. "Just lemme know if anything doesn't feel right."
"But we're not going any further than this."
"Mm, 'kay..."
Dick really wanted to ask one more thing, but with five and a half hard inches
of Wally's want pressed against his thigh he didn't think now would be the
time. They kissed once, gently, then again with more passion, Wally's fingers
splayed on his jaw. Oh, man, he really liked when Wally used his teeth.
Sometimes he would even try to bite back, though he didn't know if the
speedster felt the same way about nibbling. Maybe he could coax the answer out
with a coy text or two...
Dick made a little "oof" sound when Wally tested out a small thrust, leg
brushing against Dick's hard-on. The next go was less shy, their bodies pressed
together at the chests and Wally nuzzling against his collarbone.
"That feel good?"
Dick nodded. "Yeah, Walls, feels good," he replied in a voice so breathy it
made Wally shiver. Dick's hands fluttered down his sides, swooping up to
Wally's stomach the instant his fingers came into contact with the top of the
redhead's shorts. Still, Wally seemed to be happy with touches on his abs and
chest, so Dick stuck with that and hoped he was doing okay. The redhead paused
for a second to adjust his knees to... well... hump Dick on a better angle.
Wally's kisses seemed hotter than usual; he gasped as the younger teen moaned
on the next contact, and soon Wally got it into his brain that he didn't
actually need to draw apart afterwards. It became apparent that everything they
did—everywhere they touched—provoked heightened reactions now that grinding had
been introduced. Dick pushed his hips up to meet Wally's, and while it made him
blush that they were acting like dogs humping each other—maybe to the point of
climax—and grunting, he felt so thrilled. As a male, he was ecstatic when his
hot partner was horny and willing. As a boy, however, with these new
experiences he wanted to take one step at a time, there was hesitance. On top
of all that, those fucking jeans were like a python on his cock!
"Wally. Wally, stop."
Wally rolled off of him. God, if his cheeks were any pinker then Dick would
have thought his head would explode. "Sorry," he blurted, readjusting himself.
The boy's actions only made him even more red; he got to his feet and undid his
belt.
"It's not that, Wally. I just need to do something." He opened his fly. "I'm
wearing boxers underneath, so it'll be less... constricting," Dick explained,
wriggling his hips around.
Wally's mouth was agape, fixated on the delicious removal of clothing. How many
times had he jerked off fantasizing about this? About Dick awkwardly stepped
out from the tight holes of his skinny jeans, blushing, near-visible stiffy
making Wally's swell? Okay, so maybe in his mind they'd been a little more
naked and sweaty and breathless, but the main idea was still there. He crossed
his arms, pulled his T-shirt up, over, balled it up and dropped it to the
floor. Urged on by the hungry stare that earned him, the speedster reached down
and massaged the tent in his shorts, a good squeeze making him feel a little
light-headed.
Dick slid on top with ease, his mouth meeting Wally's in a messy collision of
tongue and teeth. Eventually he simply retreated to his boyfriend's ear,
grinding his erection against the redhead's stomach. Yeah, he knew just how
much Wally was getting off on rubbing the ridge in his pants that against his
boxer-clad crack. In fact, he actually used it to his advantage, clenching and
relaxing his glutes while Wally groaned.
"F-fuck, Dick," he hissed, pressing his lips to his boyfriend's shoulder.
In response, Dick commanded, "Get down."
There was no arguing when such a dangerous, lusty spark glistened in his eyes.
Wally lay on his back, realising with delight that if he tilted his head just
to the left when Dick slid his butt down Wally's cock, he could catch a glimpse
of Dick's balls through the leg hole. He didn't deliberately try to perve on
him as much as he did, but the flexible teen made it so damned easy to have
naughty thoughts about him and his wonderful body. It was amazing that he
hadn't pushed Dick out of the comfort zone earlier, what with all the teasing
and general horny desperation.
Nothing compared to the real thing though, and Wally realised just how much
this was true as Dick moaned loudly. To know how much pleasure it was giving
him really got Wally's engine juiced.
"Is that good?" Dick asked.
Wally nodded; "Yeah, babe. You keep this up and you'll be my favourite for
sure."
Dick snorted. "Favourite what? Favourite dry-humping experience? Because if
that's it, then I'll pass on the title. Imagine what witty remark Roy would
have..."
On that note, Dick stood, placed a hand on either of Wally's knees, and parted
them. Maybe a couple of years ago, when Dick was relatively new on the Puberty
Train, he would have assumed bottom position quite obediently with any boy he
dated. Now, despite his late blooming, he had the height to stand eye-to-eye
with Wally. Apparently that meant that he was no longer automatically expected
to be the one taking it up the ass.
He lay between Wally's thighs with little protest from the latter and kissed
the redhead hard.
Wally whimpered, bucking up. Having Dick being so dominant nearly made him lose
it on the spot. The speedster leant his head back, and Dick took the easy
access with much eagerness, rocking downward as the pleasure spread. Hands
clinging to the boy, needy pants in his ear, Wally matched the rhythm with his
own pace. A moment of surprise had Dick pausing, then easing himself into
Wally's rolling hips.
The red tinge that ran all the way to Wally's collarbone had little impact on
camouflaging the hickeys Dick was sucking onto his skin. The acrobat felt so
hot – physically, mentally warm, so grown up, doing the kind of steamy making-
out that he'd seen on movies or heard about from Roy. He wondered what they
looked like from the side, his hips sliding down and along and back again. With
an embarrassingly breathy, long moan, he pressed his pink cheek against
Wally's.
"Good, so good," the speedster grunted, pushing back into the pillow. His
ankles tucked in between Dick's and drew up until they secured themselves at
the small of his back. Their clothed cocks rubbed against each other, the
consistency a nice change for the time being.
Dick's pulse went from trot to gallop as he felt each of Wally's muscles from
his shoulder to his fingers. Despite the awkward angle, Wally grinned as they
entwined, leaning in to press a kiss to the perked-up corner of his boyfriend's
mouth.
But Dick was having none of that, and while he allowed the first kiss to be
short and sweet, the next one was soaked in passion, commanding Wally's tongue
and teeth into action. Wally used his free hand to grab Dick's soft hair.
Pulling him back, Wally locked his gaze with Dick's and smiled with a cockiness
that made the teen roll his eyes. They lunged in again.
"Oh, wait, Wally, mmph, I wanna ask you something."
So Wally allowed him the space to lean away, a grin on his face as he saw how
flushed Dick's cheeks were. "What is it, babe?"
Dick swallowed. "What happens when we come?"
If it wasn't the huskiness that got to Wally's loins, it had to be the messy
hair. If not that, then the use of when and we definitely did it for him. "I,
um... Huh?"
Dick pushed his bangs off his face and tried again with a small smile. "Are we
just going to let loose in our boxers, or is the plan that we wait till the
last second and use tissues?"
"You mean like..." His eyes darted to Dick's crotch. "...beating our meat? In
front of each other?"
With a nervous wriggling that had them both sitting up, the younger boy gave
Wally a shy flicker of his eyes. "Well, I don't know about in front of each
other. I'm not sure if I'd feel comfortable enough to do that..."
"Well, I will," Wally told him with that assuring grin. He kept eye contact
until his lips found Dick's chin, and he made his way down, lashes drooped low,
and whispered, "I don't mind if you watch."
Dick shuddered, just as Wally placed a light kiss to his Adam's apple, and he
unzipped his fly, pushed his shorts to below the legs of his briefs with both
hands. Dick's back straightened.
Jesus.
Wally's fingers slid up from Dick's knee and settled on the shape of his cock;
to have that more-direct contact got Dick to the point where his tip drooled.
With a little coy lip-biting, Wally's hand slipped beneath the waistband to his
own hard-on and he shuddered. The bulge in Wally's pants churned and pumped in
sharp, rhythmic jerks.
"Is this okay?"
Oh, wow, he was seriously turned on. All Dick could do was just stare at Wally,
beneath him, touching himself, pupils dilated, and stroking Dick's erection at
the same time.
"Y-yeah, yes," he breathed.
It only made sense to return the favour, so Dick reached down and took over,
and although his strokes weren't done directly on the skin, they got a pretty
grateful moan in response.
The older teen turned them over and straddled Dick's thigh. Rather than holding
himself flush over Dick, however, Wally held his body up by putting his weight
on one elbow. If nothing else, the redhead gave the queen-sized bed a purpose;
Dick only ever slept on the left and didn't wriggle much, so the right side was
still made from two mornings ago. The duvet was cold, but Wally wasn't, and
Dick clung to the living furnace...
...on his backside.
"Ooh, getting brazen, are we?" Wally laughed. "You must be really turned on."
"Says the guy with his boner poking my leg," Dick retorted boldly.
A tongue in his ear shook a gasp out of the boy, his toes curling, and then a
giggle.
"Wally, what are you doing? That-"
"Are you?"
Dick blinked. "Am I what?"
"Horny," Wally murmured.
Giving Wally's butt a squeeze, rolling his hips, Dick grinned, "I thought you'd
be able to feel that I am, dude. Are you trying to tell me-"
"Say it," Wally hissed, but it was done in a pleading tone. He needed to hear
it word-for-word, straight from the boy's mouth.
With a snicker, Dick pushed his chest up and turned his head, breathing right
on Wally's ear; he licked his lips. "You make me horny, Wally," he whispered.
"Not just now – you make me horny a lot." Wally made an insisting noise.
"Sometimes, when we're training, I tell Black Canary I'm going to get a drink,
but really I'm just watching you, with your skin-tight uniform and all your
muscles stretching and flexing, so I can jack off thinking about it later."
He swallowed and in the two-second space where Wally froze, Dick's brain
scrambled. Was that too far?
However, Wally just shuddered and went even faster than he'd been going before.
"D-do you really mean that, Dick?"
Dick rolled them both over with a grin. "Of course I do. You feature in nearly
all of my fantasies," he said softly, stroking Wally's hair.
"Really?" The look on his face—all of that uncontainable pride—glowed so
brightly that it made Dick want to kiss him so hard that they'd both forget how
to breathe. "Can you tell me about them?"
Ah. Hm. Dick bit his lip and Wally pretended he thought it was out of teasing.
He sat up and opened his mouth on Dick's neck, wrenching out a husky sound.
"Just one? Please? C'mon, babe, it's only one."
Just then, Wally's hand slid up his thigh and traced from Dick's balls to his
hole. Even over the fabric there was no denying it felt so exciting.
"Alright," he relented. "I-I'm at school-"
"Uniform kink, huh? Nice."
"-and you've come to pick me up, but I'm studying." He paused to let a few
noises loose. "You tell me there's no point now, because you're here, and
you'll distract me. I say 'Good luck,' and you kiss me on the ear."
Wally's grin got even wider. "Like this?" he asked, lips sealing around the
fleshy lobe and sucking, biting, chewing.
Dick nodded and shivered, eyes squeezing shut. He wanted to ask Wally to touch
him down there again, but he could see from the movement of his elbow that he
was clearly paying himself attention with that hand. Still, at least he could
keep rubbing himself up against his toned stomach.
"Then what happens?"
"I whisper that if that is going to be your tactic, I'll have to turn off the
security cameras. There's no-one else around, since it's five-thirty on a
Friday, and you pick me up and put me on the table. You're kissing me, panting.
I wrap my legs around your waist, and you... you're hard."
"Why aren't you? This sounds pretty hot to me," Wally teased, nipping at Dick's
shoulder.
"Because it's my fantasy. Anyway, you start stroking my sides, untucking my
shirt, tugging at my blazer sleeves, and begging me to let you go to the
bathrooms and take care of it. Instead, I lean you against the bookshelf
and..."
Dick's thumb ran lightly over Wally's nipple and his arm moved faster.
"Oh." The redhead's finger loosened their grip in the blue T-shirt and stroked
his shoulder, making little circles at the small of his back with the other
hand as a groan escaped him. "Come on, Dick, what happens next?"
"...I undo your belt. Your face is shiny, your freckles stand out because
you're blushing. I pinch the zip, slowly pulling it down, while you kiss my
neck. I push my hand into your jeans and touch your hard-on."
Wally let him have a break to stroke himself, hiding in Wally's neck so that,
unfortunately for the speedster, he couldn't see. Oh, but he could hear, and
Dick's moans, laboured breathing, and hisses, coupled with the slick shlips of
his cock were bringing Wally pretty close to coming so hard he'd black out.
Closing his eyes and concentrating, Dick rolled his hips, gasped, and panted,
"I get down on my knees and suck you through your Robin boxers until you're
sweating. You tell me to hold on for a second because you thought you'd heard
someone, but I ignore you and lick your cock."
"Oh, fuck. C'mon, I have t-"
Cutting himself off and not even caring for the surprised yelp that Dick gave,
Wally flipped Dick onto his back, grateful for the soft mattress to cushion his
fall. One sharp, frenzied, bruising kiss on Dick's lips was apparently all the
warning Wally intended to give as he left a slobbered trail down the teen's
neck and stomach, finally reaching the tent pitched in his lap.
"No, wait, we said we weren't going to do that!" he protested loudly when Wally
gripped the waistband.
Wally's brows told of both his confusion and his desperation, but he released
the fabric and opened his mouth on the side. Urged on by the gasp it elicited,
he breathed out, and again let his other hand go beneath his own underwear.
"Dick, what happens next?"
"I-... I don't think I can," he whined, husky and broken pants emphasizing his
words.
"Please, just finish it, I'm gonna come soon," Wally pleaded.
"Alright, alright. I'm sucking you off, and you—ah, shit—you're biting your lip
to keep from making too much noise. You keep saying someone'll hear, so I ask
if you want to stop, but..."
Wally moaned on his shaft and Dick fisted the sheets, bucking up for more.
However, without removing the last layer between his hand and Dick's throbbing
erection, Wally was unable to give him that.
So the younger teen's grip slid down his own stomach, over his navel, past the
trail of soft hair peeking out of his boxers.
Dick cleared his throat. "You shake your head. I keep going, licking the sides,
using my hands and y-you come in my mouth."
He amazed himself with the impeccable timing of his story's conclusion as Wally
gaped, face the peachy-red combination of a nectarine, and his hand slowed
considerably after a quick shout; "Oh, fuck, Dick!"
The younger teen felt something hot and wet on his thigh, and he stroked his
boyfriend's hair as the speedster shuddered once, then breathed in, and finally
exhaled loudly. When he opened his green eyes lazily and saw Dick smiling down
at him, he grinned.
"Just like that," Dick breathed.
Wally swallowed. "Yeah?"
"Mm-hm."
Still, his fist did not halt its churning – Dick had never been this aroused in
his life, and seeing Wally come into his own pants definitely didn't do
anything to lessen the rock-hard state his dick was in. Doing as much as he
could without actually touching Dick down there, Wally pinched the tip of the
fabric to allow the boy more room, his other hand rubbing his abs and chest.
Soon after Wally's orgasm, Dick's eyelids fluttered closed, eyebrows drawn
upward in a look of surprise. He pressed his flush cheek to the pillow, and
with those last few bucks several wet patches formed in the front of his boxer-
shorts.
Wally crawled up beside him as the world blurred, and lay there on his back,
both of them not detesting the peaceful quiet that swept through the room. It
had stopped raining, and the playlist was on its third repeat, and Dick felt so
warm. Wally squeezed his hand.
"Babe," he breathed, "you look really, really good when you come."
Gulping his pants to try and regulate the uneven inhales and exhales, Dick
grinned – a lazy, exhausted quirk of his mouth.
Moving slowly, Wally plucked two tissues from the box on Dick's bedside table
and mopped up the white splatters off of his boyfriend's leg. He grinned and
dropped them in the trash—not missing the other tissues huddled in there as
well—like he had just won the lottery.
"What?" Dick murmured.
Wally just lowered his face more, slinging his arm over the boy's stomach.
"What?" he repeated, louder this time.
Wally shrugged and replied, "I just feel good." He swallowed, voice dropping
once he'd snuggled in closer, notably avoiding brushing his leg against a
particular part of Dick's boxers. "Do you really fantasize about sucking me
off?"
His question was returned with a pause that lasted what seemed like forever to
him and just two seconds to the other teen.
"Yeah, I do." Dick's drying lips curled in so that he could wet them.
Once again, pride rolled off of the redhead's skin in waves. He pressed his
lips flush against Dick's temple.
"I'd like to hear more about these scenarios, Dick. I want to hear as many as
it takes for you to be ready to make them real," he whispered, a little
nervously.
Dick kissed him and grinned.
"Sounds like a plan."
Wally tugged him in and kissed the boy slowly, lazily, his hormones clearly
taking effect. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped, pulled away, and spluttered,
"Wait, nearly all your fantasies?"
A small laugh left Dick. "Fastest teen alive, my ass."
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