Your usual getting-together fic for birdflash with a hair-brained scheme and some smut which I haven't written in a while so let's see how that goes

there'll be a lil warning before the smut starts so you don't have to see if you wanna just read the getting together part and warning when it ends so that you just get the implication of what they did 

Wally liked parties. Although he could never get drunk at them thanks to his metabolism, he still enjoyed it like the extrovert he was and cocktails basically tasted like juice so he could get a sugar rush at the very least. So when invited to a Justice League party, how on Earth was he going to turn it down? Well, it wasn't just a Justice League party which was the draw. Dick had been the one to ask if he wanted to tag along since none of the Bats wanted to come. Granted, most were still under the legal drinking age and/or didn't want to be around that many Leaguers so it was no wonder that Dick was the only one of them who wanted to go. 

A few months prior, he and Dick moved in together. Admittedly it wasn't the most practical of setups given they worked in two different cities but Wally certainly didn't mind living in Bludhaven with his best friend/crush. Yeah, crush. See he'd actually intended to say something before they moved in together but he could never work up the courage and things just kept in the way. Whether it be a rogue bat suddenly needing Dick for some mission or other, either of their cities being in crisis or just being too busy, something always got in the way of Wally confessing. 

When he first heard of the party, he had no ulterior motive. He was getting to hang out with his best friend and co-workers on the very rare occasion they got to chill and he'd been specifically asked by his roommate. He ignored that it could've been considered a formality and he was expected to show up being a hero after all. It was when he was talking to Barry about things that he got an idea to use to it as a means to an end.

"I still can't believe you haven't said anything yet," Barry had said. "You're gonna have to say something soon. He's a bachelor, it's only a matter of time before he brings someone else home and you get a third roommate."

"He doesn't want to date civies remember? Doesn't stop him bringing some of them home," he muttered under his breath. Sometimes undercover missions ended with some unintended consequences. Wally had no right to be jealous on the few occasions he spotted his roommate escorting his latest short-term companion to the door but he still felt himself glare despite himself. "Besides, saying something now will make things weird if he doesn't like me back."

"I'm pretty sure he likes you bud. You two are inseparable."

"Platonic love is a thing, dude."

"Well, why don't you just say something at the party? His brothers have his territory covered for the night so you won't get your head ripped off and last I heard, he was stressed about a case so he'll be partaking in refreshments if you catch my drift." He didn't.

"What're you trying to say?"

"He's never been to a party with you right?"

"Right."

"So we're gonna have some pretty strong stuff here for the bulkier guys, he won't question if you get drunk and confess something or he'll get drunk and you can tell him then and he'll probably forget about it by morning."

"Like a practice run?"

"Yeah! That way it gets brushed off as being too drunk if it goes bad and things between you can go back to normal. You'll know how he feels so you can move on or if you should repeat yourself when you're both sober." 

And that was the plan.

The entire night he kept a drink in his hand and shotgunned with Roy enough times to make it look like he could feasibly be drunk. Every so often he added a slur to his words and kept himself slightly unsteady to really sell it. His sugar intake kept him peppy, making it appear that he was a happy drunk. Barry covered for him a few times, saying that if they drink enough alcohol with a high percentage quickly or don't eat properly their metabolism won't burn through it as fast. Most people didn't care to prod further than that given they were there to unwind. 

Dick passed occasionally and looked to be drunk but not as drunk as Wally was pretending to be. He did appear to pick up some extra confidence and his hand was never free of a drink. He would check in, ask how he was doing and if he was having fun before he was inevitably pulled away by someone else to join them on the dancefloor. The speedster would be lying if he wasn't slightly jealous that people other than himself were capturing Dick's attention but he too was usually being pulled away to join a party game to test his metabolism.

As the party began to hit a lull, Barry found Dick in the crowd and suggested he take Wally home since he was a bit too drunk to continue partying. The acrobat didn't question him and said his goodbyes to his friends who booed playfully as he left. He wrapped an arm around Wally's waist and held onto one of his arms, the physical touch doing wonders for Wally, before he walked him to the Zetatubes, appearing a few blocks from their apartment in Bludhaven. It was a quiet night and they were being hit with a rare warm streak of weather so they felt no rush to get home.

"I love you man," Dick giggled when they stumbled out into the street. That made the speedster's heart stutter even if he knew it was said in a platonic way. He could dream those words were said romantically. 

"Love you too," Wally replied. "I really do."

"I know, I know." But he didn't. His tone was placating but not understanding. Wally stopped walking and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing them both to stay still. "Wally? You okay?"

"I love you in the gay way bro. Full homo. I love you and I've been in love with you. Like I find you cute. The cutest thing about you is when you get excited about having just the right amount of milk to make a bowl of cereal, that's the type of love I mean." The wording definitely wasn't what he wanted to say, his brain just spurting out things he hoped would get his point across. "You don't have to say you love me too because I get we've been best friends for years-and-I-would-never-force-you-to-" Hands suddenly cupped his cheeks and he caught his breath as he stared at Dick. He looked so pretty.

"Wally, I love you too. More than anything."

"Really?"

"Really! And you wanna know what I find cute about you?" Dick asked with that devilish grin. God, he was a sight to behold. 

"What?"

"You pretending to be drunk." 

Just like that, Wally's posture is fixed and he looks as stone-cold sober as he felt. He stared at the acrobat for a moment, gaining a laugh. 

"Did you really think you could pretend around me and have me not notice? I know your biology Wally." That phrasing was evil. Purposefully evil if that mischievous glint in his eyes were anything to go by. "Now, how about you use it to get us home quick, yeah? Then I can show you how I work?"

"You're drunk," Wally replied even though he knows it sounds dumb. Obviously, the man standing in front of him isn't drunk. His skin is flushed sure but his eyes are completely focused and almost predatory in their gaze. He was acting too but the speedster wasn't sure why.

"As drunk as you are."

"Why pretend?"

"Less nagging," he explained simply. They'd definitely talk about that after. "I'll explain it to you later."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm but I think there's something else we should do first." Wally went bright red, quickly catching on to what he was insinuating. 

"Right!" 

!!!SMUT STARTS HERE GUYS!!!

Dick is so confident as he leads Wally to his bedroom. The ginger found it interesting that they were going to his room and not Dick's but he doesn't voice it. Instead, he's mesmerised by the man in front of him and feels hypnotised as he follows after him. He was silently thankful that he'd cleaned up before the party just in case. Honestly, he had no idea the night would end up here but he's sure glad he had the forethought to clean on the off chance something did happen. He felt Dick let go of his hand and realizes that he was standing up whilst the acrobat has taken a seat on his bed, leaning back and watching him with an amused expression.

"You know, for the stuff you watch, you're awfully hesitant." 

"What?"

"The porn you watch," he clarified like it's nothing. Wally's throat closed up and stared at him dumbfounded.

"You looked through my porn history."

"I wanted to know what you were into. If you didn't want people snooping, you should've gotten a VPN and not roomed with someone who mines data for kicks." The thing was, Wally had secretly hoped something like that would happen. Maybe Dick would stumble upon what he liked to watch or perhaps would walk in on him mid-act and they'd end up just skipping the confessing part and get to some fun parts of being together. Yet, he found a way to spin it on the acrobat who'd been far too confident so far thinking he had the upper hand. 

"What did you see?" he asked, running his hand through Dick's curls before cupping his chin and keeping his gaze on him. He ran a thumb over his plump bottom lip, slightly pulling his lips apart. It felt particularly lewd for such a small act. He was delighted when he felt the man shudder underneath his touch and hesitate to answer. "Tell me."

"You chose guys with dark hair. Submissive. You liked the caught masturbating by my roommate category an awful lot."

"So, here's my question, why were you looking in the first place?" Dick swallowed thickly. He smiled at how quickly the act had fallen at some light prodding. With any other person the acrobat brought back from the club, the act probably would've remained the entire night but he knew. He knew that Dick Grayson was a persona as much as Nightwing was. He swooped down and caught Dick by the lips, gently pushing him back onto the mattress and slotting his knee in between his legs. That drew a harsh gasp from the smaller and a delicious moan followed when he applied some pressure. "I wonder if you were trying to find out my type. I wonder if when you saw it was so similar to you, you tried to come up with a way to make it happen. Did you listen out for me?" Wally grinned at the flush he caused and was especially pleased with the whine he got when he backed up. "You said you wanted to show me how you work. I think we're a bit too clothed for that. Be a good boy and strip."

Dick nearly fell over at how eager he'd been to get up and take his clothes off but Wally had matched his pace. Both were ready to finally relieve the tension that had been building up for months after moving in together and the years before that. Once they were both standing naked, they regarded each other for just a moment. They'd seen each other naked before. They'd lived together enough for there to be an instance or two of them coming into the room at the wrong time. This was different though. They were both drinking in the sight of one another now that they didn't have to quickly avert their gaze. Wally was the first to reach out and put his hands on the acrobat's hips. 

"You're a perfect little thing, aren't you?"

"Really?" Dick asked quietly. He must've heard compliments all the time with his fame of being Bludhaven's number one bachelor but this one meant something. It wasn't just something to get a notch in a bed frame. No this was genuine. Wally could see the excitement swirling in the man's blue eyes at receiving something intended only to make him feel good and not as a means to an end. 

"Really. I'm gonna take a lot of pride in taking you apart. Bet you look so pretty blissed out." A shiver ran through Dick's body, making his cock twitch which reminded them both they were painfully hard from their make-out session in the hallway. The reminder prompted Dick to slowly slide down to his knees and tentatively lick the speedster's sensitive tip. "Fuck. Y-you don't have to."

"I want to. You've got an extraordinary refractory period anyway." 

"How'd you know?"

"Oh baby, you think you're quiet? I hear you go for hours." That was news that made him weak in the knees. His shock was quickly switched to pleasure as a calloused hand wrapped around him and he was enveloped by a warm wet mouth accompanied by a tongue that swirled deliciously. His hand immediately found Dick's hair and he pulled lightly as a groan escaped him. 

"I'm learning so much tonight. Should've expected it from you, huh?" he muttered, slowly thrusting into Dick's mouth for fear of hurting him. He lost himself in the motion of thrusting, the hand pumping and the tongue lapping at him. God this was bliss. It was everything he imagined and more. He'd have to ask if this could become a regular thing because he didn't know if he could go a day without the sensation. A whine caught in his throat when he felt Dick pull off to tease his tip with his tongue. "Fuck," he huffed.

"Can you use me? It's okay if you're not into that stuff but-"

"You want me to fuck your throat, hm?" Dick nodded. "Tap me twice if it's too much." He received a daring smile, one that urged him to do his worst. The little masochist. He got a better grip on the back of Dick's head, pulling on his hair and being rewarded with a soft moan. He'd keep that information stored in his back pocket. Wally was slow at first as he had been before but built up confidence in the acrobat's ability to handle it. He whined under his breath as he felt that familiar clench of muscles as arousal built up and spurred him on to move faster. It felt like heaven, better than any scenario he'd imagined when he replaced the porn actors with themselves. Dick swallowing around him, allowing himself to be vulnerable like this, is enough to make him on the edge but when he glanced down and saw half-lidded blue eyes staring back up at him, it was all over. His hips stuttered and he cums after another thrust, shivering as he feels Dick lap up everything. He pulled out of the acrobat's mouth and yelped sharply when Dick's hand rubbed slowly over his now overstimulated tip. "You're a little shit, yknow that?"

"I'm very much aware," Dick replied cheekily as he moved onto the bed. His voice is thick and croaky but it just adds to the sex appeal. It's like he's looking to lose his voice. His knees are bright red from kneeling and the possessive part of Wally hopes that they bruise. 

That spurs on an idea though. He moved forward, hooking his arms around the other man's legs to move him further up the bed until they were closer to the headboard. He then dove into the side of Dick's neck and began to bite and suck on the scarred skin there whilst his hand found his cock and gave a few teasingly slow tugs. 

"I swear to god if you- fuck - mark me somewhere someone can see- hah - kill you." Smirking against his skin, Wally gathered some of the pre-cum on his fingers before leaving his sex and dipping into his hole. The sound Dick made was practically ripped out of a particularly good wet dream. He thrust his fingers in and out, silently marvelling at how easy they were disappearing inside the other.

"I'll take my chances on the bluff."

"Walls I've prepped already." That explained it and made his cock twitch with interest. He let his mind fill in the blank, imagining Dick muffling his whines as he thrust his fingers in and out of himself. 

"Why? Did you think this was how the night would go?" he asked as he reached over to the bedside table for lube. 

"I've got something pink and plastic that I'll be happy to use instead if you don't- AH" his body arched as Wally slipped his length inside with a wet squelch. The force of the first thrust had knocked all the air out of his lungs and when he drew some in it sounded suspiciously like a satisfied groan from being filled. His hands shot out to grab onto the ginger's freckled shoulders as they both adjusted to the new feeling before the speedster began to thrust into him slowly. Every exhale came accompanied by a soft moan or whine that simply drew Wally wild.

"You were saying about something pink and plastic? Were you going to fuck your pretty brains out after the party?" he asked before going back to marking up the hero's neck. 

"Your fault for wearing those jeans," Dick retorted although it was hard to sound all that sassy when his mind wasn't all the way there. It was mostly preoccupied with how to chase the high and had him trying to grind back with every thrust. Wally picked up the speed, grabbing him by the hips so he could keep up a brutal space. Dick squeezed his shoulders and threw his head back muttering his name like a prayer. He didn't know how long they went like that but it was long enough for him to remember something he could do to make the man underneath him truly writhe with pleasure.

"Wanna see a party trick?" Wally asked before making himself vibrate. The sound that the acrobat made would forever be replayed in his brain whenever he had a quiet moment. "You like that?" He drew himself away from the man's neck to watch his face. Dick's pupils were blown wide, his mouth hung open spilling out the dirtiest of noises, his cheeks were flushed and small tears began to gather at the edges of his eyes. The thought of anyone else getting to see something even fractionally close to this only made his thrusts harder. "Who do you belong to?" He hadn't meant to say it out loud but he was both surprised and pleased to hear a reply.

"You. Fuck- I'm yours. Think you ruined- shit- all other sex for me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes God yes. Please," he whined. His voice is at its limits now, just moments away from giving out. Wally wanted to hear it completely wrecked, he wanted to do everything that his partner was begging for and he wanted to stay in the moment forever. He brought one of the hands that had been holding down Dick's hips and wrapped it around his manhood, pumping up and down at the same speed as his thrusts. That seems to be the thing to push Dick over the edge. His body arched off the bed and his eyes rolled back as he finally let go. His thighs trembled and closed around Wally's waist. The speedster continued to fuck him through his orgasm, relishing in all the whines and begs he got before he followed after him with a call of his name.

"That was," he began, panting too much to finish his sentence. 

"Amazing," Dick finished with his voice just above a whisper.

"I'll get you something for that. Just gimme a minute."

!!!SMUT IS OVER!!

"Hey, what did you mean before? About the less nagging if you drank?" Wally asked. They were cuddled up together and Dick now had some ice cream to soothe his throat when he thought to bring it back up.

"Oh, that?" he replied. "I don't really get drunk in case I get called out somewhere even if I know I'm not. Call it trauma or something but I like to always be there just in case. Well, people get annoyed when I refuse to relax and "act my age" so I drink enough to pretend to be drunk. Sorta like you tonight."

"Dude, I don't wanna be that guy, but you're gonna have a hard time walking after what we did." Dick laughed and lightly hit him on the shoulder playfully. 

"I'd find a way. Besides, being with you is different to me pretending to be drunk." 

"Thanks?"

"I mean that you're great to be around without all the hang-ups, yknow? You'll let me go out if I need to and whilst we're together you're not whining at me to relax because I'm just relaxed around you." He smiled to himself. "You're really special to me Walls."

"You're special to me Dick." There was a moment of quiet before he spoke up. "We are together right? This isn't just a one-time thing?"

"I meant what I said. I'm yours."

"I'm yours too."

"Good. Hope you're ready for the nine rings of hell you're gonna get from my family." Wally smiled and pressed a kiss against his cheek. 

"You're worth it. Besides, I've got fast healing."

"Oh, they know."