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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Roy_Harper/Wally_West
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Roy_Harper, Wally_West
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, Polyamory, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Jealousy, Secret_Relationship,
      Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-31 Words: 11695
****** They Didn't Fall ******
by AeeDee
Summary
     A YJ_anon_meme prompt, asking for a threesome. Logically this is
     where my brain went. I tried to approach the idea realistically, to
     portray them as a closed polyamorous relationship.
They didn’t fall in love at the same time.
Dick and Wally were childhood friends; they’d been so connected to each other
for so long, that when they began to feel tell-tale stirrings of deeper
affection, neither of them realized how significant any of them were until they
stumbled into sudden hand-holding and accidental kissing and hugs that lingered
for longer than were appropriate.
Their incredibly strong bond was the one everybody knew about. They were so
close, so in tune with each other, so aware and conscious of each other that
everyone just sort of knew they were in love. Even their mentors had started to
make impolite jokes, before the boys finally had to confess their embarrassing
secret that yes, they were kind of a thing and please don’t make a big deal
about it.
Dick and Wally were the obvious pair. They were the visible couple. And their
friends, for the most part, were okay with it. They’d get a few mean-spirited
jokes if they played it up too much or got too giddy around each other, but
that was to be expected. That was normal.
To everyone else, they were so painfully normal, that even when they’d have
their disagreements, their mentors would give comments like, You kids, with a
pat on the shoulder and a trite piece of outdated advice. Their friends would
tell them it’d be fine, with comments like, Just talk it out or I’m sure it’s
not that big a deal, and they’d shrug it off. Because they were normal, and all
of their problems were perfectly normal for kids their age.
Except that their actual concerns were far from common, or ordinary. These were
the conversations they’d only speak in private.
“You’re gonna get caught,” Wally is telling him. “They’re gonna see you.
They’re gonna see you, and they’re gonna come to me about it.”
“So what if they do?” Dick hisses back at him.
“Do you have any idea how awkward that is for me? They’re gonna expect me to…
react.”
“So? React, then,” he shrugs.
“You don’t understand,” Wally shakes his head, “I can’t lie like that. I’m not
like you-”
“Hey-”
“I’m not like him.”
They both stop, and stare at each other. There’s a painful truth beneath all of
this. It was always the same one. But like always, this was just the tip of the
iceberg. This was just a faint glimpse of it.
“You don’t have to be,” Dick reassures him, as he traces his fingers up the
sides of his face, pausing in motion, intently and calmly noticing his warmth,
pressing his palms flat against his jaw. “You’re always gonna be with me,
okay?”
Wally nods in silence.
“Nobody’s asking you to… do anything differently.”
Wally nods again, but there’s a heaviness in his eyes.
And Dick, too; he feels it. He shares it. But when he speaks, he’s careful not
to let too much of his guilt show. “If we ever get caught... he’ll take the
fall. He’s accepted that.”
Wally’s shrugging it off, but he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it at all. He
just bites his lip, and falls silent as Dick pulls him closer, arms draped
around his shoulders. “I know you feel bad, but...”
“I feel terrible,” he admits, his voice low. “It’s not fair-”
“Yeah,” but Dick laughs a little, “That’s what we get for doing this in the
first place. We’re a bunch of idiots.”
But in the empty silence lingering after his response, neither of them laugh,
or smile. They just remain still, as Dick’s arms wind themselves a little
tighter around him, and Wally moves deeper into his embrace.
-
They didn’t fall in love at the same time.
Wally felt a rush, the very first time he met Roy. He was Speedy back then, but
they didn’t meet in costume. Unlike the first time he met Dick as the Boy
Wonder—complete with an intimidating Batman looming over his shoulder—Roy was
just Roy Harper, a boy who lived a few streets away, and would occasionally
pass by his house on the way to run various errands. He had no idea where he
was going, but he knew he walked with a sense of urgency, and never even
stopped to say hello. He barely seemed to incline Wally’s occasional wave.
But there was something about him. Something that captured his interest, even
if he couldn’t ever pinpoint exactly what it was.
So when he saw him in costume, he recognized him immediately. There was no
fooling him; none. He’d been watching too closely. He’d been observing too
much; noting too many details in how he moved, how he carried himself, and even
the slight expressions he’d make. Even with his eyes obscured, there was no
disguising that familiar grimace, the familiar sigh, and even the occasional
grin.
And when Wally happened to slide from a roof awning and break his leg on his
collision with the ground, Roy was the first one to respond. He was there,
lifting him carefully, cautiously, even if he wasn’t entirely sure of what to
do from there. But Wally was so surprised, so pleasantly surprised that he
didn’t even think about it, he just kissed him, kissed him right on the mouth.
And while Roy was staring at him in a kind of quiet awe, and when Wally could
hear Dick’s loud voice in the background, calling for him out of genuine
concern, Wally felt a unique turn in his stomach.
“Yeah, we’re kind of… together,” Wally later admitted, when it was just him and
Roy sitting in his room, his leg freshly bandaged up.
“Kids these days,” Roy shook his head. “It’s not polite to do that, you know.”
“To do what?” Wally asked, in a half-laugh.
“To just kiss someone else-”
“I know,” Wally was whining, as he closed his eyes and nervously pressed his
hands together, “butIgotcarriedawayokay.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Roy said calmly. “It’s inconsiderate.” He stood up then, as
if to leave, as Wally opened his eyes with some alarm.
He was watching him calmly step away; Roy was turning towards the door, and
Wally protested, “Wait.” When Roy looked back, Wally’s voice was weak and
defeated, “Please.”
“Why,” his calm question.
His voice was tiny and fragile, “I like you.”
Roy’s eyes were widening; slowly…
“I know I shouldn’t. But I do.”
-
They didn’t fall in love at the same time.
Their mentors were familiar acquaintances for many years; that was all Dick
knew, when he first met Speedy. His initial impression wasn’t great. He didn’t
know anything about him, except that he seemed annoyed at everything that
anyone did. Dick assumed he had a bad attitude, but it didn’t take much time
for him to realize that sometimes, Speedy just had bad days-
And Speedy’s name was Roy. As it turned out, Roy was not a bad kid.
He was clever, and witty. He was funny, when he wanted to be. He was arrogant
because he was brilliant and savvy, just like him. He was talented and
ambitious. They started to train together, because Dick was both perceptive and
smart enough to evaluate Roy’s skill fairly. Dick didn’t know a thing about
arrows, but he knew the laws of physics, gravity, and velocity. He knew how to
make something like an arrow fly, and how to make it land in its proper place.
And when Dick had to become a better fighter in combat, Roy was a brawler. He
knew how to grapple, how to dodge a swift hit, how to retaliate with a lesser
force that would create a strong impact. And even if it didn’t seem like it
now, Roy was also a scrawny kid once, just like him; he was the kid that taught
Dick how to fight, when Batman was too preoccupied with other things-
Which happened often. They found themselves alone increasingly, more and more
as time wore on. Even after Dick forged a strong connection with Wally, he’d
always find time for Roy. Because as much as he adored Wally, Roy was
infectious to be around, in his own unique way. He was inspiring and
complicated and amazing.
On most days, Dick felt pretty lucky. He had two great friends in the world,
and truth be told, both of them were incredible. They were supportive and kind
and helpful and clever and fun in their own completely different ways,
different ways that each complimented his life perfectly.
So when Wally confessed that he liked him, Dick didn’t protest at all. He
didn’t feel uncertain about his mutual feelings for him, not for one minute.
Most of the time, it wasn’t a problem.
Except for when he’d spend time alone with Roy, and he’d have to stop himself
from gushing about anything they’d done together. Because discussions about
Wally always made Roy agitated, and that only made him feel guilty, and-
When Roy murmured a quiet, “I like you too, you know,” it killed him inside.
And when Roy left for the night, he kissed Dick in a hurry and promptly
apologized, before he closed the door behind him.
-
They didn’t fall in love at the same time.
But when Dick kissed Wally, and Wally accidentally kissed Roy, and Roy finally
worked up the nerve to kiss Dick, well.
They didn’t fall in love at the same time. But in their own different and
unique ways, they fell.
-
As the current situation stood, Dick is naked in Roy’s bed, half-asleep as he
curled himself around a large pillow, pleasantly dozing off. He’s hearing funny
noises, a familiar groaning from a few feet away, but he’s not interested; he’s
too tired to be interested. He pays idle attention to make sure he doesn’t miss
anything too exciting, but his open eyes start to close as his exhaustion makes
the whole endeavor not worth his effort.
Wally’s groaning, gently thrusting his hips upwards as his fingers grasp into
the sheets, his eyes shut tight and his lips curled into a grimace of pleasure
and pain, that familiar sore ache as he moans again, his voice breaking halfway
through into a series of weak pants.
A firm hand slides up his thigh, creating a slight friction, teasing him on
purpose. Slow and deliberate-
“God, Roy,” Wally murmurs, a kind of desperate curse, “You’re being mean,” as
he glances up towards the man perched above his legs, as his tongue is
playfully pressing against the head of his very erect cock.
Roy withdraws it back into his mouth with a faint grin, “I’m sorry.” But his
genuine amusement says otherwise, as Wally grumbles at him, “Come on, you
jerk.”
“What’s the rush,” Roy murmurs, as he starts to lick lightly up the shaft,
tracing a particular groove he finds along the way.
Wally shivers; “I’m already too hard,” he curses. “I hate being the last one-”
“Then we’ll change the order next time,” a calm murmur, as he goes down again,
this time enveloping the entire length of his cock inside his mouth, and
repositions a firm hand at its base, massaging gently as Wally immediately
tenses and starts to grind his teeth, his hips rocking forward. He starts to
tremble as he continues to thrust, slowly and deeply fucking Roy’s mouth as his
tongue curls around him, strokes and massages, and those fingers are rubbing
and pressing and grasping and-
Wally’s breathing grows increasingly rapid and frantic, as he starts to feel a
climax building, that tense pressure. He hates that he’s going to come this
fast, but it’s Roy’s fault for being such a tease, and it’s Roy’s fault for
being so damn skilled at this and-
From where he’s been sleeping for the past several minutes, Dick opens his eyes
slowly and gradually, as he witnesses the sight of Wally reaching an orgasm,
his mouth hanging open in a desperate pant, his eyes closed and rolling back,
his hands sensually stroking the sheets. Dick can hear the wet, vulgar sounds
of Roy licking him clean, and he knows what he’s doing because Roy is a
creature of habit, and Roy loves to clean his partner’s parts and messes’ with
his tongue.
Dick yawns slightly, as he decides that no, this still isn’t worth his
attention, and he rolls back over and tries to re-attempt sleep.
-
For what it’s worth, Dick’s not a fan of oral sex. It’s just not his thing. It
was something he’d tried and failed to enjoy, similar to how Wally had tried
penetrative sex and found it to be- well, just too intrusive.
Dick happens to love penetrative sex. It’s indecent and it makes him terribly
irresponsible for a preteen, but as soon as he sees Roy starting to spread lube
onto his hands, he’s overwhelmed with a surge of excitement, like a child on
Christmas morning. His eyes light up; his entire world lights up, because he
knows he’s going to be fucked, and goddammit there is nothing better.
Well, there are a few things. But right now he’s so horny he honestly doesn’t
care.
They would take it nice and slow, when they first started doing this. But
following that, mainly driven by Dick’s own enthusiasm for wanting to raise his
endurance, and wanting to up his tolerance as much as he could, it hadn’t taken
them long to reach this point.
He’s sprawled in Roy’s lap, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths as he
rocks over him slowly, frowning in pleasure as he can feel that massive cock
inside him, as he can feel it sliding and pushing in with every roll of his
hips, and every time he gasps with pleasure, his entire body shakes, and Roy
reacts, his cock twitching and noticeably moving and swelling.
He’s warm; he’s so warm. There’s a heat between their bodies, their hands
roaming freely, mouths crushed together, eyes closing, Dick’s fingers dragging
through Roy’s hair and Roy’s strong hands at his back, repositioning themselves
towards his hips as Dick continues to rock himself back and forth, gradually
upping his speed as he starts to moan and pant with an increasing frequency.
Roy kisses him one time, solidly on the mouth, and gives an affirmative,
“Okay,” as he leans away slightly, and gradually lays down, his back pressing
flat against the bed as Dick remains poised on top of him, a smile spreading
across the boy’s face as he realizes what he can now do. His favorite thing.
He’s gonna ride Roy until he’s raw.
Roy’s firmly holding onto his hands, frowning to himself as he gasps for air in
silence, breathing hard and heavy with a surprising lack of sound. But that’s a
signature style for Roy; he’s silent when he’s really close, and with the way
Dick’s riding him for dear life, pounding his cock into him as fast and deep as
those agile legs and hips can manage, it’s a miracle he’s able to last for more
than a few minutes.
Dick’s growling, and Roy curses as he starts to cum, a guttural “Fuck,” as he
comes and sees his lover’s entire expression change, from pained pleasure to an
incredible joy, as he smiles and almost laughs out loud, writhing as he enjoys
the feeling of how warm Roy is, and the sound of that curse, and the look on
his face-
And it’s not long before Dick comes, with a few significant sprays of ejaculate
landing across Roy’s stomach, the furthest of which reaching his chest,
decorating it sparingly.
And Dick gives a slow, deep sigh as he comes down, and gives a slight yawn to
himself.
That makes Roy laugh a little. “You’re cute.”
Dick replies in a tiny voice, and a shy smile, “Thank you.”
-
Wally’s more sentimental than Dick. While Dick can be appeased for days after a
round of good sex, Wally doesn’t just want that. They both enjoy heavy doses of
affection, but Wally wants to experience the small moments more so than just
the passion.
So tonight, Roy’s having him over for an old fashioned movie night.
He wanted to take him out, but they couldn’t decide where to go. It was getting
difficult, these days. Ever since they started mingling so heavily with the
League, it wasn’t just about being two boys on a date anymore; it was about
being these two boys on a date, when one of them was publically in a
relationship with someone else.
Of course that was only half-true, but... Neither of them wanted to initiate
the difficult, potentially awful task of bringing anyone up to date on the
complete story.
Besides, Roy knew it would all come down hard on him, anyway. He was the
oldest, so he’d have to take the blame. And he would, honorably. But he wasn’t
looking forward to becoming a human sacrifice anytime soon. He would die for
his boys, but he wasn’t about to eagerly volunteer.
Wally likes going on dates, even if it’s just in Roy’s stuffy apartment. Dick’s
usually the more bold one to always suggest going somewhere in public, but
Wally just likes an excuse to curl up in his lap and kiss him during television
commercials while they catch up on random episodes from the week. Wally likes
to comment during the programs, and he’s happy when it’s just him and Roy,
because Roy treats his comments intelligently; he doesn’t just laugh and
dismiss him, the way Dick often does.
But on the other hand, Dick gets a lot of jokes that fly over Roy’s head. They
all know that. God knows he’s been teased enough for it.
Right now, Wally’s giggling to himself, as he grabs another handful of popcorn
and happily devours it. Roy looks at him somewhat curiously, perplexed at the
strange sounds coming from him. But he doesn’t fight the grin that comes onto
his face, even as he shakes his head. And when Wally tries to explain it, Roy
can’t pretend that he gets the joke.
But that’s okay. That’s alright; Wally’s not offended. He appreciates that Roy
even tries, because this is absolutely not his kind of show, and he knew
beforehand that it wasn’t his kind of humor either.
But he’s watching it anyway, because Roy always does what Wally wants. There’s
never been a time when he acted otherwise, apart from the rare few
disagreements between his will and what Dick wanted, and even then, it’s always
a fair chance as to who’ll win. Sometimes, when Roy’s feeling up to the
challenge, he’ll try to find a compromise to satisfy them both.
Sometimes that involves having sex with both of them at the same time, in
different ways; sometimes it’s just a matter of hugging them both, each for the
exact amount of time they prefer, before he leaves for the night. He gives each
one the exact kind of kiss they prefer, and says the same familiar things that
each of his lovers has grown accustomed to.
It’s not as difficult as it sounds. Not to him. He’s no fool; he’s heard the
horror stories. He knows that everyone else believes this should, and would end
in failure.
But right now, it doesn’t feel like it. When Wally pauses in his laughter, and
he’s just sitting there smiling peacefully, Roy happens to think to himself,
that Wally, in his own way, is just as beautiful as Dick. He’s not nearly as
confident, which is a pity, but he’s kind-faced and expressive. His eyes are
bright and his lips are sexy and his freckles are the most goddamned adorable
thing he’s seen.
So he indulges this side of him for once, and he gives a prompt, firm kiss to
the side of his face.
And when Wally looks at him and blushes, Roy says not a word. He just smiles
back.
-
Wally does genuinely enjoy his time with Dick. He has a way of missing Roy when
he’s not around, but it’s undeniable that the old, somehow still alive
butterflies he felt for his friend all those years ago were still there in his
chest. If anything, they’d only multiplied in time. He couldn’t deny that even
when he happened to see Dick having sex with Roy, there was something erotic
and incredible about it, even when he was jealous that he wasn’t involved, even
when he wanted time with one of them for himself-
That was all just petty nonsense. He knew better. He knew that when Dick spent
these evenings with him, he genuinely enjoyed himself. He knew that when Roy
held and kissed him specifically, it was because he thought only of him, in
that moment. He trusted that. He believed in that.
But to him, it’d never felt entirely right to go on dates like this, just the
two of them. It felt like he was committing a crime, because a significant part
of their companionship was not here. They were missing someone that was
incredibly important, even if he did alter their dynamic, even if he did stir
things up. He was a part of them, they were a part of him, and Wally had never
accepted the shared excuse that, “It needs to be this way.”
Wally was terrified of others finding out. He genuinely was. Even in regards to
his generous, ever-patient Uncle Barry, he was frightened of the day when he’d
ever think of his nephew as a whore. Because that’s the kind of person that did
something like this. A slut dated more than one person at once. Only a whore
could have sex without being in monogamous love with one partner.
But he was monogamous. He was so monogamous that it made him sick to even think
about sleeping with anyone else; he was just monogamous to two individual,
different people. He didn’t see anything wrong with that.
But at the same time, he knew everyone else would. And that’s what made him
feel like shit.
This isn’t fair. It’s not fair to any of them. He wants to be able to hug Roy
when he sees him in public, and he wants for Dick to be able to kiss him, in
the same way he could kiss Wally around his friends—despite their annoyed
expressions. He wants to be able to talk about their lives, this incredible
life they're all building together, without being judged, without feeling like
the odd one out, without feeling like a freak that just needed to grow up and
get it together.
Because he never wanted to tell that lie, when someone would inevitably find
out about Dick’s increasingly noticeable affair. That jealous lie that would
reassure everyone, “Dick is mine.” Because that bullshit isn’t true at all.
Dick is theirs.
Sometimes, he tries to breach the subject. In as much of a casual way as he
can, such as when he faked ignorance and asked Kaldur and M’gann if they were
allowed to marry multiple people in the worlds they came from. Kaldur had
deemed it inappropriate, but M’gann had innocently responded that she never
thought about it as an option. And before she could say anything else, Artemis
had cut in with a rude, “I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to choose one girl.”
He knew what she was thinking. Wally, the playboy. Wally, the future man-whore.
He just wanted to be Wally, the boyfriend.
Wally, the partner.
-
Roy knows that Wally gets jealous. Even if he’s never mentioned it out loud.
It’s all in the subtle signs; when Wally gets impatient because he’s had to
wait too long for Dick’s turn to end, or when he happens to mention offhandedly
that he wished they could have more time alone.
Roy has little idea of whether or not Wally favors him more, but he doesn’t
believe it matters. For all of his complaints, Wally is deeply in love with
Dick, and that’s really all he cares about. If his lovers are happy, he’s
happy; that’s the bottom line.
But he can’t lie and pretend that he doesn’t like to see Wally showing those
familiar signs of jealousy. He’s certain the kid’ll outgrow that with time and
inevitable maturity, but for now, it’s… cute.
Sometimes, Wally is painfully cute.
Even when he’s-
-
Caught up in a moment like this. This.
Holy fuck, what is this. How did this-
Roy. Roy-
Dick, Jesus Christ-
It’s not the first time they’ve done this. It’s not the first they’ve thrown
restraint to the wind, and given it a royal sendoff. One hell of a sendoff;
moaning, gasping, kissing, touching, stroking-
And every single time, Wally is completely overwhelmed. Every single time, he
can’t believe it. He feels guilty; something this good has to be a sin. People
shouldn’t be allowed to enjoy anything this much. This is selfish. This is
overindulgence.
But it’s so damn amazing. It can’t be that wrong. It can’t be.
His hands cling desperately to the bed frame as he supports himself, fingers
clenched tight around the iron bars. His legs are giving out, which is
ridiculous because that almost never happens, especially not when he’s already
on his knees.
When he leans forward, his face pressed against the wall, he’s breathing heavy
and slow, a heavy and slow pant that only grows louder and more anguished as
he’s increasingly overwhelmed.
Dick himself is doing nothing to him; right now, it’s all Roy. It’s Roy's mouth
swallowing his cock, and it’s Roy’s tongue making magic happen down
there—whatever the hell he is doing. But it’s not just about what’s happening
to him. Because he’s painfully aware of what’s happening to Dick; right behind
him.
The boy is sliding his hands up Wally’s legs, and tracing eager fingers along
his inner thighs, which makes him tremble. And even as he can feel the bed
move, can feel the bed rock beneath the force of Dick bouncing on top of Roy,
even as he can hear Dick’s voice, strained and moaning in pleasure, those
playful, insistent hands have not once abandoned his skin.
Wally’s never been the center of attention before. He doesn’t entirely know how
to react. Wally’s the one being sucked and—now—Wally’s the lucky one that gets
to feel Dick’s eager, painfully eager and erotic fingers dancing towards and
sliding inside his ass.
It’s true that Wally has never liked the idea of a cock going up there. But
he’s never objected to something smaller, something more flexible, something
more-
“Hah,” a low sigh is all he can manage, because all the panting is making his
chest ache, and Dick’s working his way deeper inside him than he normally does,
Roy’s getting busy with his tongue and both of his hands, and he’s feeling
conflicted, caught between a desperate want to fuck Roy’s mouth so hard he
almost chokes, and the desire to fall back towards Dick, to see just how deep
that touch can move.
Another moan from Dick’s increasingly suspended voice, and Roy’s breathing so
heavy that Wally starts to feel the hot air against his sensitive skin. His
face is tensing up, and his eyes are becoming more disoriented; every time
Wally looks down, the expression he sees is less focused than before, and
increasingly overwhelmed.
Wally murmurs a quiet, “Do you like this?”
And Roy, as if attempting sarcasm without the ability to freely talk right now,
simply glares up at him and traces his teeth along the edge of his foreskin,
and with a firm hand, starts to massage his balls suddenly so rough that Wally
gasps, in a faint shriek that’s from somewhere between sharp pain and pleasure
he wasn’t prepared for. His eyes are rolling back for a moment, as Roy’s hand
doesn’t stop. He shows no intention of slowing down at all, and even as Dick’s
fingers finally withdraw from his body, he barely notices their absence in the
wake of this. Roy’s firing up nerves he didn’t realize he had.
For his part, Dick would have loved to continue, but he’s too busy being
fucked. He’s losing what little composure he had left, as Roy’s starting to
move his legs to help him along, arching up in a slow and rhythmic rise, up and
down, up and down, at a steady pace that drives Dick crazy. It drives him crazy
because it’s more of a tease than anything, a slow, erotic tease that keeps him
on the brink of orgasm for far longer than he could ever manage on his own. And
he’s sighing, and moaning, and groaning, and borderline whimpering as he’s
tempted to beg, to just beg for Roy to pause in his servicing of Wally and fuck
him really hard for just one minute, goddammit.
He hates to be jealous. He’s not the type for it. But the truth is that Dick
only gets jealous during moments like these.
Wally is about to come; that much is obvious. He’s almost crying, with the
noises he’s making. His shoulders are shaking, and he almost seems traumatized;
and from what little of Roy that Dick can see around the boy’s body, he’s going
to town and then some. He’s licking, he’s touching, he’s fondling, massaging,
pressing, twisting, stroking, biting-
The sounds coming from his mouth are appalling; in a delicious way. Dick has a
need for that mouth. He wants a kiss that sounds that guttural, that vulgar,
and that obscene.
So when he finally pleads, “Roy,” and receives a murmured, quick reply, “What,”
he’s done hesitating.
“You almost done there?” a tired whine.
“Shush,” he hastily says, before kissing Wally’s cock with another obscenely
loud noise, “Hold on.”
“But you’re just teasin’ me,” Dick complains; but he’s not being entirely
serious. He doesn’t mean to be a brat. But ordinarily he’d have come by now,
and-
But Wally. Wally’s not even listening. He’s too far gone. He’s losing it.
By now he’s physically thrusting, his whole body shaking as he hangs his head,
almost as if in shame, but certainly from exhaustion. Stress. Tension. Dick
catches glimpses of Roy’s hands exploring around between his legs, and he
watches in a sort of jealous awe as those fingers slide around, past his balls
and towards the ass that he was being so kind to earlier.
And effortlessly, he slides a finger in, promptly following that with another,
as Wally starts a new series of “Ah”s and “ugh”s and even a spare “God,” as he
trembles, from his shoulders to his legs; he just trembles.
And just like that, he comes. Dick can tell. Because Wally’s voice breaks when
he comes really hard, a series of sounds like he’s sobbing to himself. And he
just shakes, and shakes, then suddenly falls still; completely still, as his
head tilts back and he comes down with a slow sigh.
Dick is fixated on the sight of it; of his entire body tensing, and relaxing
like that. It’s the first time, in a great while, that he’s seen him come. That
he’s genuinely watched it. Because almost every other time in their history, at
this point he’s already finished, and losing interest. Even when he lets Wally
fuck him—sweet, gentle Wally—he’s so distracted by trying to achieve his own
high that when Wally comes, he’s not necessarily paying it special attention.
God. He’s such a brat. Why didn’t anyone tell him earlier-
But there’s no time to think about that now. Even as Wally’s removed himself
from Roy, he’s still occupying his mouth, this time with his own tongue, in a
surprisingly sensual kiss that makes Dick feel flushed and distracted just by
witnessing it happen.
But Roy’s not entirely blind to his plight. So even as he continues to kiss
Wally, in that slow and rough kind of way he precisely enjoys, he’s moving his
legs again, reaching a hand out, idly reaching towards Dick as the boy takes
the hint and starts to move.
And even as he’s kissing Wally, Roy is holding his hand, he’s holding onto him
so firmly, holding and pressing that hand against his chest as if to keep him
there, as he starts to thrust upwards and in, startling Dick with the sudden
increase in speed. Dick is helpless to fight the urge that overtakes him, as,
for the first time in a long while, he doesn’t bounce around like a wind-up
toy; he lets Roy fuck him. Hard and fast, then slow and deep, hard and fast,
and slow and deep; he’s alternating in an entirely new rhythm, and Dick starts
to purr in delight. His hands crawl up Roy’s stomach, as he sees Wally break
off that kiss, and turn to look at him, almost as if-
Is he jealous-
But instead of doing anything manipulative, spoiled or bratty like he would’ve
done, Wally is-
He’s reaching down; cautiously at first, and then more self-assured, he’s-
Slowly, then faster, with a little more pressure-
Fingers pressed firmly around his bouncing cock, he’s jacking him off. A small
smile on his face, like he’s almost nervous, but still excited, still so-
“Wally,” Dick pleads with him, “A little faster-”
And Wally complies. And before Dick can say, Roy, a little harder, he seems to
read his mind.
When Dick finally comes, he almost cries out loud. He’d found a strange, new
beauty in a slow climb to orgasm, a sudden rush and a flash of blinding light
behind his eyes.
As he comes down and relaxes again, Wally helps to awaken his senses with a
soft kiss to his mouth. “Wally,” Dick says; but he’s not just speaking, he’s
asking. His thoughts run in too fast of a blur to be spoken. How can you be so
nice to me, when I almost ruined this for you, and Why did you even help me,
and-
But Wally doesn’t demand anything from him. He doesn’t expect any explanation.
He just kisses him again, with a gentle hand to the side of his face, before he
politely crawls back, to give him some space.
And even though they’re moving a lot slower now, Dick comfortably settles in
while Roy fucks him until he comes, in a calm, slow sensation that makes his
face tense up, and then relax as his eyes close, and he gives a calm smile for
no particular reason; a smile that continues to linger, even as Dick crawls off
him, and stretches out his arms like they’d been getting sore.
But that’s just it. For Roy, he’s not that crazy about the hard and fast rush,
or the desperately overwhelming sensory overload. This is exactly his favorite
kind. Slow and steady, at times frantic and other times quiet, and the
reassuring, complete exhaustion of his lust. He’s tired enough to fall asleep
if he were to lean over too far, but despite that, he continues to alternate
kisses and affectionate contact between them, as his lovers lay down on either
side of his worn out body. Dick’s giving his usual yawn, like he’s about to
sleep, and Wally’s suspiciously wide awake as always. Wally barely ever sleeps;
it’s just a part of his nature-
And after Dick passes out, Wally says, in a faint murmur into Roy’s ear, “Thank
you.”
“For what,” he responds back, with a slight glance in his direction.
“Putting me first tonight,” Wally acknowledges, before he smiles to himself and
lays his face against Roy’s warm chest, chuckling a little as he feels it rise
and fall.
Roy hesitates to respond too assuredly, but he does manage a, “Sure,” as he
slides his arm across the boy’s shoulders.
Roy’s no fool. He knows Wally gets jealous. He knows Dick gets jealous. He
knows there’s never any way to absolutely make both of them equally happy.
But he also knows that they are both understanding, and compassionate. They are
each affectionate and considerate. Sometimes he gives more to one than the
other. Sometimes he accidentally gives less. Sometimes he even notices them
giving more to each other, too. That’s a matter of chance and individual
circumstance, so he doesn’t take it personally.
Because no amount of kisses, touches, embraces or words would ever convey
exactly how incredibly, and how profoundly he loves them. None.
And given enough time, they would both understand that.
-
In the meantime, there was a more pressing concern to worry about.
Wally is losing it.
He’s genuinely, honestly losing it. He’s losing his willpower; he’s losing his
ability to keep his mouth shut.
When Artemis gushes about a particular crush at school, Wally can’t help
himself. “I guess you wouldn’t know, being a virgin.”
“What,” she laughs. “So are you!” She leans forward, and gives him a dead-in-
the-eyes stare, “..Right?”
And just like that, there it is. That sinking feeling. Two reasons. Oh God I
can’t tell them I actually have sex with Dick and I can’t tell them I have sex
with Roy.
So he just shrugs, “I’ve done stuff. It’s not that hard.”
“Yeah, like what?” she pushes him for further comment.
“None of your business,” he snarls.
“Ouch, geez,” she backs away from the harsh response, putting her hands up in
the air. “I’m not trying to push your buttons.”
And a sly comment, from some feet away, “Trust me, you don’t want to know about
them,” from a sly Dick.
“Ew,” she giggles, as it becomes a cruel-spirited laugh. “Come on! A virgin,
having buttons? Who cares?” she shrugs and announces loudly.
“You’re just wrong about that,” Dick tells her.
Wally freezes up. Don’t.
“What,” the slow realization appears on her face, her eyes widening. Slowly,
slowly-
“We’ve done it lots of times.”
Why. Why, why.
Artemis jaw drops.
Dick, looking quite smug, simply snickers a little and withdraws back into his
project, which currently involves taking apart what appears to be leftover
wreckage from an old computer. As he gets busy with his screwdriver, Wally and
Artemis are staring at him in horror.
“Ew,” is all Artemis says, before she retreats and leaves the room.
It takes Wally all of his willpower, every single ounce of it, to not smack
Dick right there, on the spot. “What did you do,” he whines.
“What was necessary,” he calmly responds, as he snaps off a large metal bar,
and sets it down beside him. “You said something dumb, so,” he looks up with a
sarcastically wide smile, “I helped.”
“I didn’t mean t-”
“Foot in mouth, Boy Wonder to the rescue,” he snickers.
“Great,” Wally frowns. “Now everyone’s gonna think I’m a pedo.”
“Well,” Dick gives him a sideways look.
“God, what would they say about him-”
“Don’t start that again, please.”
“I mean, I just-”
“Nope.”
“It’s not-”
“Nope,” he shakes his head. “Stop that, right there.” He repositions his legs,
crossing them as he shuffles around a little, “We’ve been over this. And
they’re just in the next room.”
Wally sighs.
“You know that, right.”
“I’m gonna tell them.”
Dick stares at him; and blinks slowly. “What?”
“I can’t stand this.”
“What? Yes you can,” he says.
“No, really-”
“Please,” he whines.
“What difference does it make? You go out in public anyway-”
“Yeah, because I’m not crazy paranoid like you-”
“They’ll see you eventually.” He sighs again, and looks towards the doorway,
ominous and dark, “I need to get this over with.”
“Wally-”
“If they’re gonna hate me-“ his eyes fall heavy, “then I’m just gonna let
them.”
“Wally, come on- You’re being ridiculous.”
“You’re one to talk,” he snaps back.
And just like that, a sudden silence. He’s offended him. He didn’t intend to,
but the words slipped out…
“I’m just sick of this,” Wally explains one last time. “I’m not happy like
this. Okay? I’m not happy.”
“Listen,” Dick says, his voice low and quiet, “It’s not just about us.”
“I know. And that’s why I’m gonna take the blame.” He pauses, and crosses his
arms, “All of it.”
“Huh?” a faint sound.
“I fell for you, and I- I cheated on you,” he bows his head.
“Wally, that’s just-”
“It’s true anyway, isn’t it,” he sends him a sharp look. “So let’s just make
that our story.”
Dick’s run out of words.
“And you’re young, so… You don’t have anything to worry about. They won’t judge
you.”
Dick’s entirely speechless.
And it seems that Wally, too, has exhausted everything he had to say. He’s
preparing to leave the room, but the moment he turns away-
Dick raises his objection, phrasing it as adequately as possible. “Are you
dense?”
“What?”
“Are you completely dense,” he frowns. “Like, totally?”
“Stopcallingmethat. Why?”
“Because.”
“Because what?”
“Because.” He rises to his feet, as he tosses the screwdriver across the room,
where it lands with a low clanging noise.
Startled, Wally jumps back and looks for where the sound came from.
“How can you just talk like that?”
“Like what-”
“Like I wouldn’t even care. It’s not about you, Wally,” he reaches up and grabs
him around the collar, demanding his careful attention, “It’s not just about
you… and Roy.” His voice falls, “It’s about me, too.”
“Dick,” he’s reaching a hand up, even if he’s not sure where it’ll go. But it
needs to go somewhere. It must go somewhere, it has to touch him somehow-
“And I won’t be okay if I’m the only one that’s not hated.”
“I’m sorry,” a faint murmur, but he’s not sure what for. But at least his hand
found its place, settling at the center of his back, pressing flat and sensing
his warmth.
“I don’t want anyone to hate you,” he nearly whispers, his voice almost broken,
“I love you.” And immediately, as if he’s embarrassed at saying that, he stands
back, looking up at Wally for a response.
“Me?” Wally asks, to make sure.
“Yes, you,” Dick responds. “Both of you.”
Wally gives a faint sigh, “I love you too.”
“Me?” in a tiny voice.
“Both of you,” with a slight smile that lingers, even as his eyes are heavy and
falling to the floor. “That’s why I can’t do this anymore.”
-
They didn’t fall in love at the same time.
But Dick kissed Wally, Wally kissed Roy, and Roy kissed Dick-
And somehow, they fell. In their own unique ways, they fell.
For each of them, love resonates strongest in different ways. For Dick, it’s a
passionate evening in bed, following by hours of pleasant sleep, curled up with
your arm draped across your lover. For Wally, it’s a quiet evening together,
speaking a pleasant conversation and realizing there’s nothing better in the
whole world, than the sound of his lover’s voice. And for Roy, it’s a
combination of the above, nights when he can lounge around lazily in front of
the television, followed by a round of sex that’s so hot and exhausting it
nearly breaks the bed.
But despite their differences, somehow, it always works out. There’s no magic
involved. No mystery. Just chemistry, compatibility, and tolerance. Patience.
Open-mindedness. A willingness to adapt to change and the pursuit of something
new and terrifying and exciting.
And above all, love.
On some days, that’s the only reason it works at all.
-
Wally couldn’t just walk up and spit it out. The opportunity didn’t present
itself. And Dick knew what he was intending, so he’d find any chance he could
to throw him off-course. Every time Wally mentioned dating, relationships or
people in general, Dick would cut in and divert the conversation elsewhere.
Wally believes he should do the right thing. He wants to talk it over with Dick
and Roy calmly, to evaluate their stance on everything. But he knows they won’t
agree with him; Dick would strive to maintain his perfect image for the sake of
not being hassled about anything, and Roy would volunteer to be a martyr.
That’s just how they are, so like a stubborn child, Wally’s not saying a damn
word beforehand. He’s just going to-
He’s going to kiss Roy; right on the mouth.
Maybe he’ll hold his hand, if the moment’s not right. Something subtle.
Something honest.
He’s not looking for drama. But he’s done skirting around. He’s done pretending
that every text message that makes him blush is from Dick, even when he’s in
the same room. He’s done acting like he’s possessive, worried, or concerned at
all when the rumor surfaces that Dick was maybe flirting with someone else on
the phone. He’s done acting like there’s only room in his life for one person.
He’s fed up with pretending that precious one-half of his entire world doesn’t
exist.
And when Roy appears at the Mountain that night, it takes all of his restraint
to not run to him, to not kiss him, embrace him, ask him how he is, and what he
has planned for them today.
But every time Roy shows up around the Justice crew, he’s almost a different
person. He’s serious and stoic, on-target and focused. He talks about work, and
the project at hand. A slight wave to Dick when he’s feeling especially
friendly, and he’ll vanish, just like that. There’s no kiss. There’s no
embrace. No warm jokes. No genuine smiles. No laughter. Because when Roy is
here in the Mountain, he’s not the man he is around them. He’s not himself.
As privileged as Wally feels to know that, it makes him feel… hollow. Somber.
Disappointed.
Roy gives his usual sideways glance at him, as he walks in calmly, greeting
Dick with a nod of acknowledgment at his welcoming, “Hey!”
Even when Roy’s behaving like this, Dick acts so natural. Wally doesn’t
understand; he can’t understand at all. How can he be so calm, when he knows
what this man is, and should be like…
Doesn’t he get it, that Roy is putting up a false image-
So Wally does something he genuinely hadn’t planned on. He does something he
hadn’t even considered.
He speaks up. But he’s not looking for a fight; quite the opposite.
“How have you been?” he asks, with a wide smile on his face. It’s somewhat
forced, and he’s sure Roy knows him well enough to notice that, but the man
doesn’t react poorly. He simply nods, “I’m fine.”
“You look tired,” Wally frowns at him, “Were you up all night again?”
“Uh-” for once, Roy is considerably dumbfounded. It’s not enough that they’re
both receiving awkward looks right now; but also, that even if Wally is acting
weird and so obviously onto something, he’s actually right. He noticed. “I
didn’t plan on it.”
“You’ve gotta be more careful,” Wally shakes his head, “Or you’ll fall asleep
–”
“Ah,” Dick suddenly cuts in, “So how about that weather, ‘ey Wally?”
“What-” even to Wally, Dick’s comment made zero sense. Except that he was
trying to- “I’m not saying anything,” Wally shrugs, refusing to give Dick the
pleasure of whatever attempt that was. “I’m just saying that someone was taking
a snooze last time.”
Dick’s face goes blank, as he stares at him. “Huh?”
And Roy’s looking away awkwardly.
Wally just grins to himself. He didn’t intend to embarrass his boyfriend in
this way, but so far, this was working. Progress was happening. That anxious
look, however vague, was the first sign of Roy’s guard coming down.
“I was just tired,” he cautiously defends himself.
“You fell asleep during a mission?” Dick noticeably raises his voice.
Roy pauses; and quietly, carefully, “Yes.”
“How-” Dick’s face contorts into a grimace, an expression that’s more
surprising than anything that’s happened so far. Even their friends, however
quiet and still they’d fallen, were noticeably distracted by the boy’s sudden
anger, as it intensified with every word, “How could you be so irresponsible?”
“What-” Roy’s snarling back.
“I told you,” he steps forward, glaring up at him with eyes that are somehow
intimidating, even from behind his mask, “You’re gonna wear yourself out!
You’re gonna pass out, and for God knows how long-” He turns to Wally, “And you
knew about this? You didn’t tell me-”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he sighs and puts his hands behind his
head, sending Roy a sheepish look with a small voice, “I’m so sorry.”
Even as Dick continues, with still more rage, “Remember the last time you did
that? What, time before last now?”
“Yes,” Roy responds hastily, in a firm voice to shut him down.
Wally, speaking hesitant and slow, “Wait…”
“You remember what happened then?”
“Yes-”
“You know, that inconvenient Oh, I almost died today incident?”
Wally’s eyes grow wide. “Almost died-”
“I did not-”
“Well you came damn close!” Dick hisses.
“Okay, what exactly happened…” Wally’s not sure what he’s more frightened of;
Dick’s unfiltered rage, or the terribly unsettling thing he just said.
“He fell asleep,” Dick’s crossing his arms, his back stiffening up, “while
leaning against a chimney.”
“It was not a chimney,” Roy attempts.
“It was a fucking chimney,” Dick insists. “A fucking chimney, not the goddamn
roof, because if it was just the goddamn roof, you wouldn’t have fucking fallen
off when you passed out!”
“Di-”
But Roy stops instantly; he just stops. Because he’s looking at Wally, who’s
staring at him with wide eyes that speak of fear and something mysterious that
he can’t readily identify. Something that’s distressing. Unnecessarily
distressing.
This is why he didn’t tell Wally about that incident.
“Wait,” for the first time in several minutes, it’s someone else’s voice this
time. A new one into the mix, the soft and curious murmuring from M’gann, who
gently takes a step towards them. “You fell down?”
“I had to catch him,” Dick hisses. “If I hadn’t been there-”
“It was not that high,” Roy offers.
“It was only three stories."
Roy sighs.
“You’re tough shit, but you will die from that height. You will die,” his words
are heavier than a curse.
Roy just shakes his head. He hates this. He doesn’t hate the concern; he hates
the attention. This. All of this. Somehow, a perfectly good-intentioned,
somewhat confusing conversation with Wally quickly spiraled into something dark
and unsettling. And- Shit, why is he looking at me like that-
“Wally?” it’s M’gann that breaks the ice, as he remains still and silent, his
face gradually becoming more tense. During his thoughtful silence, he idly
starts to bite his lip, as his eyes turn glossy, his shoulders falling.
Roy knows what that means. He is genuinely upset. “Nice work, Dick,” he
murmurs.
And now, all eyes are on him.
Dick.
Shit, shit.
-
When Wally does speak, all he manages is, “You could have told me.”
“Why bother,” Roy tries to deflect the subject.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” M’gann ventures in cautiously, wedging herself in
between them, “But if something like that happened to Wally, you’d want to
know, wouldn’t you?”
“It’s just not a big deal,” Roy insists. He knows he’s telling a straight-up
lie, but he hates to see Wally reacting like this-
“I saw you fall,” Dick snarl, his hands clenched into fists. He idly stares at
one of them, as his entire arm shakes. “If I hadn’t been there-”
Wally, in a tiny voice, “Oh my God.”
Roy curses in silence, his mouth uttering a sharp word he puts no sound behind,
as he leans away.
“Well then.”
They turn towards that voice, as someone else decides to get involved in the
conversation.
“This is turning out to be one hell of a meeting,” Artemis is saying with a sly
grin on her face. “And this is why you shouldn’t lie to your friends, Red-”
“His boyfriends,” Wally murmurs.
“-Arro.. huh?” Artemis tilts her head.
But Wally’s not saying it again. He bows his head, feeling too much to
adequately collect himself sufficiently enough to talk. It’s an oddly sickening
sensation, the kind of dizziness that starts from your stomach and goes right
to your head. He’s feeling clever at wedging it in there, but he’s feeling ill
from the thought of what he’s just been told.
It’s not even what happened, exactly. It’s that neither of them, neither of his
partners, the two people he loved more than anything in the world, felt
compelled to tell him that one of them almost died. No, that one of them, from
his own negligence, almost killed himself.
He’s shaking. Goddammit…
“What’s going on…?” M’gann asks, almost sounding scared.
“Roy’s dating Wally?” Artemis lifts an eyebrow.
“But I thought Wally was dating Di.. um, Robin-”
And suddenly,
“I’m dating both of them.”
No. Don’t do this.
Wally knew he’d do this. He knew he’d do this.
Don’t-
Roy gives them an honest look, as he visibly shrugs, exaggerating it on
purpose. “That’s what’s happening.”
And as a response, no one, not a single soul, says anything back. And for the
first time, even Kaldur and Kon-El are listening intently. Everyone is
listening.
I’m sorry.
This isn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted them to know, but not like this-
With himself in such a rotten and miserable state, and God knows what Dick is
thinking-
I’m so sorry.
Waiting for the inevitable backlash, Wally presses his hands together, as if
giving a faint prayer.
But the reaction he gets is different from what he was expecting.
“I understand now.”
He looks at her with some hope, even against his better judgment, as M’gann
starts to smile.
“I finally understand,” her voice even raises in pitch, as she starts to shake
with excitement, “All this time, I thought I was crazy!”
“What,” is the first word Dick has said in minutes. Just that.
“I kept noticing something, that- that feeling around you,” she points to Roy,
“Your energy is all over the place!”
“What do you…” Roy tilts his head, trying to understand, but not completely
capable of deciphering M’gann-speak just yet.
“I could feel the way you felt for them,” she almost giggles, “but I kept
thinking it was impossible!” She puts her hands on her hips, “That was not a
realistic situation! But ever since Wally asked that question and-” She stops
suddenly, “Oh! Hello Megan,” she sings to herself, “Of course.”
For what it’s worth, no one completely understands her right now, but Artemis
is sending her a warm smile, as if she’s genuinely amused.
“You’re his second wife!”
Roy deadpans; his entire face falls blank.
“Because Wally asked what we thought of someone marrying two people, and he was
already married to Dick, so that means-” she exclaims, as if solving a grand
mystery, “You’re his other wife! Congratulations,” she offers with a smile.
“Psh,” Dick tries to suppress a laugh. But the more he fights it, the sooner it
escapes, in a “Ha, ha, ha,” that evolves into a “hee hee,” as he puts his hands
over his mouth as he can’t stop it from repeating over and over.
“Did I… Am I wrong?” M’gann questions, looking to her teammates for an answer.
Kaldur finally steps in again, to be the voice of reason, given the state of
things. He says calmly, “I do not believe you fully understand how a human
marriage works, M’gann.”
“What did I miss?” she innocently asks. “They’re together, they’re consenting,
they’re in love-” she muses out loud.
“But marriage is a binding contract,” he clarifies. “One that I do not believe
all of them are old enough to sign yet.”
“And it’s illegal,” Artemis adds.
“Yes,” he sighs a little, “It is illegal to marry more than one person.”
“Oh,” M’gann acknowledges. “I thought it was weird for them, not… illegal. Oh.
Oh,” she looks at Wally, who stares back at her with a wide-eyed expression, as
he genuinely has no idea of what to expect at this point. “Is that why you were
sad?”
He pauses, and sighs.
Roy looks at him, now experiencing his own moment of genuine confusion.
“I…” he trails off; because he’s not ready to admit that yet.
Thankfully, Dick’s there to save the day, more or less. Somehow. “I think he’s
gonna be okay now,” he nudges him in the arm.
But Roy’s still staring at him; he’s barely moved, even to breathe.
Because he’s stuck on that word. Sad.
“Y-yeah,” Wally hesitantly replies. He believes that, he just… doesn’t feel
like he’s out of the woods yet. This is going far better than he’d hoped, but
he still feels… scared.
“Don’t worry, Wally,” M’gann reassures him, a gentle hand on his arm, as he
looks at her shyly. “Maybe the laws will change…”
“I’m sorry,” Kaldur interrupts politely, “But I don’t believe that’s his
problem... exactly.”
“Oh-”
“Are you,” Kaldur frowns at him, and speaks slowly, “also dating these two
people at once?”
Wally just stares at him, a gradual look of despair on his face.
“I did not believe you were capable of such a thing,” he states openly.
Roy suddenly interrupts, defensive instinct kicking in, “Don’t blame him.”
“I will address this with you later,” Kaldur points at him, an uncharacteristic
display of rudeness, “for now, I am speaking with Wally.”
Roy accepts that, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t back away or down; he remains
where is, face agitated, posture stiff and upright, as he keeps a cautious eye
on him, to make certain he doesn’t step out of line.
But Kaldur’s concern is not entirely what he expected.
“Are you certain this is the right decision, Wally? With someone like Red
Arrow…”
“Roy,” he growls. “I have a name.”
“He is a grown adult, and you are still… You are still young, Wally. And this
sort of relationship is a very serious, complicated situation...”
Roy tilts his head, considering that in silence.
Wally responds as best he can, “I… I’m fine with it.”
Roy’s eyes shift to look intently at Wally, as the boy comments, a new sense of
assurance passing through him, “I know it’s strange, but- It works for me. It
works for us.”
“I understand your optimism, Wally. But this does not the change the fact that-
”
“I get it, okay,” he smiles bitterly. He nods to himself, “I know he’s too old
for me, he’s too old for Dick, and he’s a bad influence.”
And for the first time in a long while, Roy genuinely, absolutely looks away.
He’s intentionally broken the contact.
“-Or whatever you’d like to say,” Wally continues. “Whatever you think, it’s
probably true.”
All eyes are on him right now. No more sarcastic comments from the gallery. No
more feedback from Roy or Dick, either. But that’s okay. He can handle this. He
can do this.
“Megan,” he smiles a little, “The reason I was sad, is… Because I’m really
lucky. I’m a really lucky guy. I get to date my two best friends in the whole
world.” He shrugs slowly, “but I started to get lonely without Roy around,”
another slight smile, but there’s no hope in it, only a calm acceptance. “So I
wanted you guys to know.”
“Wally,” Kaldur’s frowning at him, “I did not mean to imply that-”
Wally’s closes his eyes deeply, and opens them again, “I appreciate your
concern. But I’d appreciate it if you could be happy for me.”
All eyes are on him. All those questions. All this pressure…
But he can handle this. He can handle this.
“Because when I’m not lonely, I’m,” he pauses, pressing his hands together
again, his fingers touching tip-to-tip as he looks down at them, “I’m very
happy.” He glances up with a faint smile that flickers and shifts like a
dancing flame, “and I think I’m old enough to know that.”
For the first time in a great while, Dick steps forward, with a small comment,
“You’re such a sap, Wally.”
“I-” he’s not sure of how to defend himself-
“You’re incredible,” but it’s not Dick that says it.
Roy.
“You’re incredible, and I love you.”
“Roy,” with barely any sound-
There’s a million other things Roy would like to say in this moment, but the
only words he can sort out are not good enough and he won’t force them.
But Dick’s less interested in their revelations. “Seriously. You bunch of
saps,” as he shakes his head.
“Ha,” Wally manages a small laugh, as he reaches out and puts an arm around
Dick’s shoulders.
“Hey-” because he hates it when Wally does that, because he always acts so
smug-
“Mwah,” Wally exaggeratedly kisses him on the forehead, as Dick cringes away
from him.
Dick protests as the boy lets go of him, and he says under his breath,
“witheveryonestaring,” as he sends him a sharp glare.
“I thought you liked being in public,” Wally suggests.
“But it’s just weird with you,” Dick points out. “You get so mushy.”
“Huh,” Wally is not sure whether he should be offended or intrigued.
“You wanna hug and hold hands,” Dick cringes visibly. “Mushy, mushy.”
“But you like holding hands,” Roy murmurs.
“No, I-”
But Wally’s already laughing, “Are you kidding?”
“Wally,” he hisses. He pouts at Roy, “You said you wouldn’t tell him about
that.”
“I’m sorry,” with the faint hint of a grin.
“Ha,” Wally’s laughter is finally dying down, “Roy tells me everything.”
“Well,” Dick starts.
“He should, anyway. Roy, tell me everything.”
A blank stare. “….Right now?”
“No, stupid. Later. Always. You know.”
Despite himself, Roy grins a little. “I know.”
“So the next time you fall off a roof or something equally stupid,” he
announces, “So help me God, if you don’t tell me the exact minute that happens,
I will march to your door and. Kick. Your. Ass.”
Dick whistles.
“You got me?”
“Yeah,” Roy smirks. “But I’d need time to reach my cell…”
“Why wouldn’t you have it?”
“Out saving lives, fighting bad guys-”
“Just get a belt strap for it or something.”
“A belt strap. Really, Wally.”
“Really.”
“It won’t stay on, you realize. It wouldn’t survive one fight…”
“Few things can survive with you.”
“You’ve managed.”
“And it has not been easy-”
“Story of my life-”
“Our life, baby.”
An irritated voice, “Um, guys…”
“I’m not easy enough for you, huh.”
“Never.”
“Guys, seriously…”
“I’ll show you how easy I can be.”
“Maybe we should wait until we’re alone…”
“You are.”
They both pause; Wally’s arms around Roy’s neck, as the man’s firm hands are
settled around at his waist. Their faces inches apart, as they turn to look at
a somewhat perplexed Dick, who’s staring up at them in a kind of annoyed
confusion.
“When you got all sappy, they kinda… left.”
“Ah…” Wally’s eyes widen.
“Seriously,” Dick shakes his head. “You guys..."
“Hm,” Roy tilts his head. “Come here,” as he reaches out, and grabs Dick by the
arm, gently tugging him forward.
“What-”
And he promptly kisses him, just like that.
Dick’s expression starts to change, his annoyance shifting into a kind of
wonder.
Roy says quietly, “I love you too. You know that, right.”
“Of course,” Dick shrugs, “loveyoutoo.” He steps back, “but I’m uh… gonna see
what’s going on over there,” as he points towards the next room, “I might need
to answer a few questions.”
“Be there in a minute,” Roy tells him, as the kid’s retreating hastily into the
next room.
And the moment he’s gone, he turns back to Wally, kissing him deeply, in a
long-awaited exchange of heat, reassurance and shared emotion.
He hadn’t intended to delay this moment between them, but...
Because he could tell when Dick was jealous. He always realized it when he’d
been overly kind to one of them, or accidentally slighted the other. Dick would
never voice his objection out loud, but he’d act strange, strange and
irritable, like when he’d put them down for things that were often not a
problem. Things like holding hands with Wally, even when they both knew that
Dick loved to hold hands while watching movies, and would even start to kiss
them when he got too restless.
Dick was more of a sweetheart than he would ever admit; but admittedly, Roy had
also noticed the blush on his face during their episode just now, too. Dick was
embarrassed of being too lovey-dovey in front of his friends. Maybe it put a
damper on his street cred. Maybe he was just not used to being that relaxed in
general.
Dick wasn’t like Wally. Wally wanted nothing more than to hug and kiss and talk
sweetly and imply naughty things and unwind, regardless of who was there. For
him, this was Heaven. This was his ideal. And Dick would rather find a corner
alone, even in public, an isolated place in public, away from curious stares
and prying eyes. Dick wanted privacy, because when he loved he loved honestly,
and honesty was more difficult for him to appreciate and embrace than Wally had
ever known it to be.
Dick wasn’t like Wally. And Wally wasn’t like Dick.
But that was okay.
Roy leans his face against Wally’s neck and kisses him there, with a small
sigh.
They each fell in love, in their own different and unique ways. Hard and
sudden, gentle and slow. Anxious and accidental. Different beginnings to the
same, shared resolution, of a love that was tense, exciting, frustrating,
inspiring and beautiful.
And now, everything was completely okay.
It was going to be, somehow.
-
They’re sitting at a table in a fast food joint, scavenging through a vast
assortment of burgers, fries, drinks and chicken strips, as if there wasn’t
enough meat on the table.
“Geez, leave some for us, Wally,” Dick teases, as he eyes the anxious boy
stealing another handful of fries.
“I can’t help it,” he whines.
From there, not a lot of talking happens. It’s a remarkably simple scene; a
table of disorganized food, sunlight pouring in from decorated windows with
bold lettered slogans stuck across their surfaces, and a crowd gathering at the
counter some feet away. A lot of inaudible noise, people with their own lives
and their own adventures; they’re too preoccupied with themselves to care about
them.
And even the boys, well.
Right now, they’re in their own world.
Roy is idly stroking Wally’s arm, running his fingers lightly across his skin
as he watches the crowd; Wally is trying not to blush while he diverts his
attention to eating, and Dick is playing footsie with somebody under the table.
Okay; that makes Wally blush for real.
Dick just laughs.
Roy looks back at them, but he doesn’t comment; he’s not sure he wants to know.
For what it’s worth, Dick intends to tell him later, anyway.
And Wally really wishes he wouldn’t bring it up, because Roy already knows
enough embarrassing things about what turns him on, anyway. For that matter,
both of them do. It makes him anxious.
But there’s something liberating about that, too.
He shakes his empty cup, and frowns at it. He reaches over, picks up Roy’s, and
drinks from his straw. Roy frowns at him.
But his only concern is that Wally is going to drink all of it. Because that’s
what he does. So slyly, as soon as he sets it down, Roy gently pries it from
his fingers, and slides it back over.
“Seriously?” Wally stares at him. “This thing is like.. three dollars.”
“Do you know how much I’ve spent on you, just today,” Roy murmurs.
“That’s the price of love,” Dick smirks at him. “Well, with somebody like
Wally…”
“I heard that.”
“Like you don’t know it’s true, anyway…”
“Yeah, well. At least I don’t steal Roy’s food.”
“What? No way,” he objects.
“I noticed,” another low murmur.
“What? Come on.”
Wally rolls his eyes, “Price of love, blah blah blah.”
“So I’ll go broke,” Roy calmly acknowledges, as he drinks from his much emptier
cup, “And I’ll starve.” He smirks, “Thanks guys.”
“We love you,” Dick responds with a half-amused smile on his face.
Roy’s smirk becomes a grin, “I know.”
But that is a complete understatement.
He returns to trailing his fingers along Wally’s arm, and with his other hand,
he reaches across the table a little ways, to hold Dick’s hand.
“You sap,” the boy says quietly, a near-whisper.
“I know,” and a small smile.
The situation hadn’t worked itself out. The team was tense. Their friends were
treating them differently, as if they weren’t sure how to react. Wally was
sensitive to comments that criticized his partners. Dick was frustrated at
being reminded of his age. And Roy did all he could to stay out of the whole
mess, because he knew that if he let himself get upset and worked up, he’d
either hit someone in the face, or he’d end up shunned from their group, this
time from their will.
So no, that was not okay. It was somewhat messy.
But in between those rough days, they had afternoons, mornings and nights like
these. Just the three of them, gradually discovering what it was like to relax,
even if just a little. Just the three of them, learning that you could do
something no one really approved of, and still find joy in it, and that even
the worst remarks and insults and questions and concerns were really not that
bad.
Because as startled and alarmed as their team was, each and every one of them
loved them, in some way or form. They were upset because they cared. They were
confused because they wanted to understand. They got anxious and worried
because they genuinely wanted them to be okay.
They were more than okay. And in time, everyone would understand that.
Because love had that kind of power. It could change your entire perspective.
It could shake you up, and make you think, and make you feel something
different than ever before.
Even a tiny thought, like when M'gann pulled him aside and whispered to him, "I
believe you."
I like them both, exactly the same. That's what he'd said.
That small sparkle of hope.
"I believe you."
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