Little Devil

Dick Grayson was probably going to get killed for this later but at that moment he didn't really care. Bruce had given him and his boyfriend Wally some more freedom but that probably didn't include sleeping in the same bed, him with only a too-big shirt and his partner wearing only pants. The Boy Wonder had been allowed to have a sleepover at Wally's place with Barry supervising and being the boys they were, a food fight broke out a mere two hours after he'd gotten there. This wouldn't have been a problem if Dick's spare clothes hadn't been caught in the crossfire. They were currently in the washer and Barry had been the one to suggest borrowing some of Wally's clothes. When it was time for bed (translation: Wally got sleepy), Dick had merely slipped off the too-big shorts and settled for the giant black T-shirt that read "Little Devil" in bright yellow letters as his nightwear. He'd hesitated about climbing into bed with the ginger but being the encouraging person he was, Uncle Barry told him to go for it, eliciting a small blush from the young boy.

So there he was; staring at the beautiful sleeping face of Wally West. He never really got to see him like that since he was usually the first to fall asleep wherever they were. He'd usually be the one watched and touched; caressed and embraced. Well now it was his turn for once. He reached a small hand up and brushed his fingers against his firey red hair and across his forehead above his relaxed eyebrows; over his cheeks and nose lightly peppered with bright freckles. Down the side of his neck and over his smooth shoulders that were wider than his own; down to his lean arms and against his slightly tanned abs and chest.

His touch was soft, barely existent so as not to wake the sleeping ginger. Dick frowned slightly at the tiny pink scars that his pale fingers came upon every once in a while, wondering what had caused each and every individual one. Finally his hand found its way back up to the other's face, having saved the lips for last. They were warm and soft and full, though slightly chapped which was charming in a way. As he touched them he thought of all the kisses they'd shared and loving nicks and pecks Wally loved to give him played through his mind and for the second time that night his cheeks turned crimson.

As if on cue, the arms he had touched moments ago wrapped around his slim waist and pulled him into a loving kiss that he had not been ready for but welcomed openly, closing his eyes and moving closer. It wasn't rough but sweet and gentle, the kind he loved the absolute best and enjoyed the most. The speedster pulled away after a little while, opening his emerald eyes slowly, a grin on his face.

"What's up?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't play dumb," Dick countered. "You were so awake for all of that." He felt his small frame be pulled closer and a face buried in his dark locks, lips brushing against the strands.

"Maaaaybe." Wally couldn't help but smile mischeiveously.

"You're such a little devil," the young hero commented, a grin of his own showing through.

"Learned from the best."