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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Wally_West
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Robin, Kid_Flash, Wally_West
  Additional Tags:
      Smuuuuuuuuuuuut, PWP, Lots_and_lots_of_smut, Romance..._kinda_of,
      Birdflash_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 1 of Interrupted_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-20 Words: 2136
****** Dirty Innocence ******
by watashinomori
Summary
     What they already had was good, but definitely could be way better.
Wally waited till the smaller boy normalize his breathing. When was sure he was
fast asleep carefully rose his own body from the bed and walked into the
bathroom. Looked at his own reflection in the mirror. He felt so guilty. The
remnants of pleasure lingered on, his face flushed and a panting breath. Still
could feel hot trails where the hands passed on, stings where he was scratched
and cold where the air touched the wet skin. He was naked, with a messy hair e
dirty all over. Those things weren't tormenting him, or the fact he just did a
guy. No, what tormented him was that Dick Grayson was just thirteen years old
and he couldn't control himself.
Looked in his own eyes. How should he had looked like for Dick? He was a young
sixteen, with an almost fully post-puberty developed body. Dick was so small
and frail and, till almost an hour ago, virgin. Wally wished he could hit his
head against the wall. Glanced briefly into the room where the boy was
sleeping. Exhausted. Left a soft moan escape, full of guilt, and the sound of
it recalled him of the earlier activities. He blushed even further. The boy was
freaking good. But most of the blame was on his acrobat training. He could move
his hips in some very unnatural ways.
He recalled when everything began. The set of actions that led to him losing
control. The way the boy started to stand close, very close. How he had begun
to smell less and less like colognes and perfumes. The glances. The touches.
The hand which fell on his legs and was forgotten there, head landing on his
lap, hugs that were never broken. Lips gently brushing the skin during shared
whispers. Wally couldn't precise when he realized, but reached the point that
was impossible to ignore the shameless flirtation.
Then Wally has begun to return the flirts, without ever reaching the blows.
That created a sexual tension between them, which diddrive him crazy. Almost
kisses exchanged between (sometimes during) missions or at hallways in Mount
Justice. Nothing could compare to the breathless young teen, lips almost
touching, fingertips rushing over his back and face, a practically non existent
space between the bodies, never really touching. Just maybe, knowing the boy
was in the shower next to his own while he was touching himself subtly trying
to make him notice what he was doing, and then hearing a soft moan followed by
the sound of a body leaning against the thin wall muttering his name.
He shuddered, annoyed about how easy he was turned on. He had promised himself
he would keep control, he was the oldest of them both. That didn't matter how
much the boy tempted him, he would take a deep breath and back away. He
wouldn't be the one to defile a thirteen year old boy. Not exactly how that
night ended.
It wasn't the first night they passed together after this game started. But
being alone never was a problem, beside the dirty underwear. Usually involved a
little more of that 'close, but never touching', smooth fingertips caress. Even
though they added a slightly brush of lips that never became kisses. Whispering
against each other breathes, caressing the faces and neck with the tip of the
nose. And the things they said to each other. Wally shut his eyes, trying to
remember he should be blaming himself instead of recalling those memories.
They never confessed to, neither talked about how they craved for each other.
Even though any fast glance to their crotch would tell how they felt, at least
about the last question. But there were hints, small suggestions lost in
phrases slightly rambling. Oh, and there was the lollipop, even if Wally now
knew the reference he kept loving that particular piece of memory. Dick
reenacted a scene from the series Bad Teacher, where he grabbed a lollipop,
licked it and sucked it suggestively, without breaking eye contact and asked
for his forgiveness because he couldn't keep his mouth empty. Wally couldn't
keep a line of thought during that whole day.
He wouldn't know what made that specific night so different from previous ones.
What pushed him beyond the edge. The tension between them was normal. He should
always make sure he was wearing a tight underwear and a baggy pants when close
to the boy. Actually, he'd asked himself how could no one pointed out he was
always hard when in his cowl. Once he was bold enough to look at Dick's crotch,
it wasn't just him. The permanent hard on was usual to the redhead.
Maybe he really was to blame. After all, everything started at Mount Justice
and he led them to be alone, because he could no longer stop a moan in front of
the team.
They were watching tv, it was on at least. Dick was riding his lap a knee on
the couch at each of his sides, talking to Megan who was at the kitchen. The
Team had planned a movie night and she was in charge of the food. Dick stuck
the body against his, Wally indulged himself to run his hands through all the
smaller boy's legs and buttocks, tracing the muscles. When the Martian left to
call the guys, he sat over the redhead knees, smiling sultry to him. Grabbed
the speedster shirt and buried his face on the neck, allowing his tongue to
touch the freckled skin while talking.
"Kinda hurried today, aren't we?"
Wally sighed.
"Ro-Robs..."
The following whispers made no sense to Wally, but he knew very well which
language was that. Romani was in the flirts since Grayson realized how he
fidgeted hearing it. Wally closed his eyes and allowed the boy to tempt him to
limit. The hands on his shirt letting him know he was being dominated. A hand
found its way to the small of the back bringing him closer. And finally their
chests touched, he sighed in relief vibrating a little. The boy ceased the
speech and left a stifled moan escape. Both backed away and stared at each
other, it was almost like their silent agreement was broken. Before Wally could
lose it, the zeta beam announced the Aqualad arrival and the Team came into the
room.
The Boy Wonder climbed out the redhead lap and sat beside him. Both stayed on
the couch while Megan and Conner on the floor. Kaldur was curled in an armchair
and Artemis was out patrolling Star City with her mentor. One of Dick's hands
fell over one of his legs, scratching over the fabric. West rested a hand over
his, slightly touching the hand over his lap, tracing up under his sleeve,
scratching the skin a little. Pushed the younger to lay over his back, mounting
him. Vibrated softly when the ebony lifted his hips grinding them both
together. He rose the eyes and met the glasses. Frustrated, he muttered:
"Wanna go to the manor?"
Dick froze, timidly looking around, almost shy. Then looked at him and nodded.
Wally got off him and with no more words they teleported to the Batcave. They
crossed the cave and manor in silence, Wally leading the way, in a hurried pace
dragging the boy by the hand. As soon as they entered the room, he threw the
glasses away. All he wanted was look inside those eyes and see his own desire
reflected back. Dick wrapped his arms around Wally's neck. You could ask both
of them, but any could answer to you who was the first one to lean to the kiss.
The first touch was electrifying. Just a long press of the lips, finally a
touch. They separated and searched each other eyes and then they really kissed.
The kiss was deep and desperate. The boy pushed back the older towards his own
bed, unable to restrain himself. Wally mentally screamed "I won't go further
than a kiss". But as soon as his back touched the mattress and he felt the
smaller one riding him, he had utterly forgotten his own oath. Raised the upper
body taking off his shirt, kissing everywhere he could reach. Grazed and bit,
leaving marks, he had begun to vibrate. "A little further and I'll stop. Just a
little more". Dick moaned and squirmed on his groin generating a friction which
numbed his senses. Squeezed the body against his own, raising the vibration.
"Not so fast. I can barely feel the vibrations. There" a moan. "Keep like
that!"
"What do you wanna me to do?" he growled, unable to form proper words.
"Keep vibrating. Now, take off your clothes, slowly" the redhead happily
complied, easily getting rid of his shirt, but fighting against the pants so he
wouldn't apart from the smaller. "Lay over your back. And try not to be so
loud."
Dick backed off till be sitting over his thighs. Then leaned his body and
started to kiss where he could reach. His neck, shoulders, chest, stomach. He
thrust his tongue inside his navel and bit the skin around it. He went even
more down and bit the inner thigh, so close. Licked a way back up, halting over
his hard on. He blew softly on the head and swallowed him whole. Wally moaned a
curse.
"You're bigger than I thought" whispered playfully, holding it in his hand lips
brushing the tip.
"Too much longing" panted.
"I can see that" and swallowed it again.
He sucked and licked moving his tongue. Wally inevitably recalled the damn
lollipop. After what looked like a long time trying to hold the best that he
could, he pushed the boy. Wanted to explain why he did that, but Dick's smirk
told him he already knew. Dick unnaturally bent to the side and grabbed
something on the nightstand. A sachet he never saw before and condoms.
Skillfully he wrapped West's erection while he worried to equally undress him.
Grayson, then, took the sachet ripping open with his teeth, pulled the hand of
the teen and let the gel to pour on his fingers. He led the hand to his
buttocks. Wally didn't need to be told what to do.
"Where did you learn all of this?" asked, confused and amazed, inserting one
digit inside him.
"Internet. And, if you wanna know, It was there that I boug... Ah... bought
these things" he threw back his head, enjoying the sensation.
Wally added another digit, loosening him up. Trying to go deeper as can be,
searching the prostate. Turned the wrist a little and got a sigh, each sigh or
moan or pant would let him twitching. Added the third finger going deeper,
searching. Dick screamed something at Romani.
"THERE! Again! Do it again!" rolled his own hips against the ginger hand. Wally
did what asked, adding a vibration. Dick screamed again, a bunch of Romani
words, and came. "Asshole" Wally smiled to him removing the fingers.
Tried to get up to change their places, but the boy put a foot on his chest
holding him down. Supported his weight on one knee, rose his body and sat on
his shaft. Wally shuddered and bit his lower lip, holding a scream of pleasure.
The brunette even waited to get used and started to quickly move the hips. West
raised his body and threw the smaller boy at his four on the mattress,
vibrating with excitement, pulled one of his arms and thrust inside him. Dick
screamed in pleasure, pleading for more. Wallace felt extremely guilty for this
specific part. Because he barely heard the boy beneath him. Vibrating and
panting, he allowed himself be carried in the pleasure and let the speed take
over. Richard came again, giving a strangled cry, passing out right after.
Wally sat breathless beside him, trembling, staring the smaller boy lying on
the bed. He jerked off brief and firmly coming right away.
"Di-Dick?" called him smoothly. "Hey, don't tell me I hurt you. HEY" called
louder and the boy woke up, still shuddering, they stared deeply. "Did I hurt
you?"
"No... I just... I never felt... was so good..." panted. "You were hitting that
place so much and so fast... I... wow..." and laid back. "I thought what we had
was good... I'm such an idiot" and grinned. Closed the eyes falling asleep.
"Sorry... too tired..."
And now he was standing on the bathroom. Blaming himself for doing the younger.
Sighed and took a towel, wetting it and taking to clean the sweat from the boy.
Threw away the used condom. Looking at a sleeping Grayson was even worst, since
he looked even more innocent. He felt awful, because, however guilty he felt,
he didn't regret anything he did that night.
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