I never thought that Dick and I would ever share the same bed together.

Sure, I've thought about it because deep down inside I love him and wouldn't rather do anything besides that, but I never thought it would actually happen. It's only happening now because Alfred said he'd forgotten to prepare a room for me for our sleepover. I still find that weird. I mean, Alfred not being prepared? That makes no sense. But like everything else I'll just push it aside until tomorrow.

Something warm brushes against my bare side and I stiffen. I turn my head on my pillow (which is amazingly soft and fluff)in the direction it came from and am greeted with Dick's peacefully sleeping face-eyes closed, red lips parted, expression relaxed-resting just a few inches away from my own.

Oh crap.

I cut my eyes downward to look at my side and find his tiny, pale fingers grazing the skin softly. The warmth from his light touch is amazing and it makes me yearn for more contact between us. I almost go along with my desire but I rein it in. If Bats catches me, I'm a dead speedster. A very dead speedster.

The covers laying on top of me shift, grabbing my attention, and I become aware of movement in the bed. I look up again and almost let out a yelp when my lips almost crash against Dick's from how close he's suddenly become. I feel my eyes widen in shock and slight fear at the entire situation.

Breathe Wally, dammit, just breathe.

Breathing.

He's so close now that I can feel his hot breath tickle against my cheeks, count every dark eyelash, smell every bit of strawberry and mint that clings to his skin. I feel like a total creeper right now. Seriously. Who thinks like this about his own best friend. Oh wait. I'm doing it right now.

Another sensation starts at the tips of my toes and travels up the length of my leg, causing me to freeze again. There's only one thing that can be doing that and it paralyzes me. I peek under the covers and see Dick's leg skate across the skin of my legs, bend at the knee, and hook against them. The hand at my side rubs up over my chest and then back down to wrap around my waist. It's not, er, exactly sexual but it's tender and soft I want to return his embrace so badly that it hurts. Self-restraint is becoming impossible over here.

And I'm starting to think Alfred did this on purpose.

"Wally..."

Oh my God he is not calling my name. He cannot be calling my name.

"Mmmm...." His body adjusts more until his face is fitted perfectly under my chin. "Wally...please..."

That's it.

One of my arm snakes around his small shoulders and holds him even tighter against me while the other drapes over his slim waist. I breathe in his scent deeply and sigh with contentment. I'll be strung up by my thumbs and die a thousand deaths tommorrow, but right now it's worth it. So very very worth it. Let me just have this moment, God. Please.

His body shakes lightly and I wonder if something's wrong, but then a quieter version of his signature cackle floats into my ears a few seconds later.

"Took you long enough..." he whispers against my throat. The heat rushes to my face and I just bury it deeper in his midnight locks.

"Shaddup," I reply.

"You damn perfect sleeper."