Sing Me Back to Sleep
Title: Sing Me Back to Sleep
Rating: R, to be safe (I tried to write porn and failed, a little.)
Length: 1,100
Characters: Wally West/Dick Grayson
Warnings: Consensual, sexualized spanking
Summary: Sixteenth birthdays are a pretty big deal.
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters, not affiliated with DC Comics, not making any profit.
A/N: These two are far from being my OTP, but horny Wally is such a woobie.
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Dick is a stomach sleeper.
Wally has never been able to understand why someone could possible find that to be a comfortable position. It made breathing difficult, the spine was inevitably bent oddly, and he couldn't even imagine a chick sleeping on her stomach. Wouldn't her boobs... Get in the way?
Dick is a stomach sleeper. This is a fact that he’d learned long ago. Missions could get lengthy, and even Boy Wonders had to sleep at some point, right? (Plus, there’d been a few instances when Dick and he might have fallen asleep together, but that was it, and Wally preferred to keep it as a mostly silent memory, because, well, Bats.)
Today is Dick’s sixteenth birthday, and Wally can tell that he’s secretly more than a little bummed that he can't be home with Bats, but Titan meetings are Titan meetings. Dick would never think to complain.
But still, sixteenth birthdays are pretty big, and he’s sure Dick’s upset.
Or sleepy. Probably more the second one, because he’s asleep. On Wally’s bed.
At first, Wally panics, looks around, under his bed, in his closet, and prays that Bats doesn't have the Titans Tower bugged. Dick’s told him about Batman’s... propensity towards... surveillance.
He wouldn't put it past him.
But he doesn't think that his room is bugged. That would just be sick, right? Bugging a teenager’s room? Batman wouldn’t do that. Wally’s almost sure.
Then an idea comes to him. An idea so delicious, so wonderful, so spectacularly brilliant he wonders why it never crossed his mind before.
He smacks Dick’s ass. Hard. Really hard. It is, Wally thinks, one of the best hand-to-ass contacts ever. He’s proud of himself. He surprised the Boy Wonder, goddammit. That’s pretty impressive.
Dick was surprised. He gave a half-pained, half-shocked yelp, and turned to glare at the boy, “What. The. Hell.”
“Happy Birth-”
“What is wrong with you?” Dick jumps off the bed, standing in front of Wally, teeth bared, fists tight, combat ready. Wally wonders if this kid ever rests. Doesn’t he do drowsy? Is that not something that Bats are capable of? He was asleep. Like, deep asleep.
“I wanted to tell you ’Happy Birthday,’”
“So you smack my ass and wake me out of a sound sleep?” Dick glares harder. When did he get so serious?
“It’s a Birthday Spanking. I still owe you fifteen more. Well, sixteen, I guess, since I was planning on giving you one to grow on.”
“Don’t touch my ass.”
“You let me touch it the other day.”
“I wouldn't say ’let,’ so much as didn't hit you in the face after you groped me. And jizzed in your pants.” Wally flushed at the memory. Yeah, he was a little eager, but he’s a teenager.
“It’s such a nice ass, and you enjoyed it, so don't act like you didn't.”
“Hmph,” Dick started to smile, despite himself, “Thanks for remembering, anyway. It was nice of you.”
“Of course,” Wally’s grin grew wicked, “Whad’ya say to the other sixteen?”
“...No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“...I can move at the speed of light. Do you really think you could stop me if I really wanted to give you the rest of those spankings?”
“I'm sure that I could.” Wally pounces, that is the only word for it. He throws his arms around Dick and forces them both to the bed.
They tussle a little, but Wally can tell that Dick's not at the top of his game. Whether it be because he just woke up, or because he maybe wants Wally to win, he can't decide. Either way, Dick ends up sprawled over Wally's lap.
The redhead can't resist the urge to touch a little. It is, after all, a truly magnificent ass. Wally supposes he can't be blamed for groping and pinching, not entirely, anyway.
Dick half-heatedly squirms, “Wally, are you really going to- Ow!” Dick bucks, and Wally puts his hand on the small of his back, pressing. Another hit, “Damn, Wally, that hurts-”
“Hm. You wanna count for me, Rob? Because math isn't my best subject, and I'd hate to lose count...”
More hits fall, and Dick is wondering how this could sting so much through clothing, “Six. You’re at si- seven. E-eight.”
Nine and ten hit, and Wally stops, briefly, rubbing the seat of his pants. He shifts his hips, and Dick feels the unmistakable bulge in Wally’s jeans. “Unreal, you're- eleven, dammit- getting off on this.”
“Hmm. Well, my boyfriend is squirming around in my lap as I spank him. Yeah, it's pretty hot,”
“You sound like you’re in a bad porno.” Another hit, and Wally wants to squirm as much as Dick is.
“Hmm. Didn't count that one, Rob.” Wally's groin aches, and he wriggles his crotch against Dick’s stomach.
“You- you know where we’re at,” Dick buries his face in Wally's leg.
“You aren’t- god- getting off on this?” Dick doesn’t answer, but keeps grinding his erection against Wally's. "Answer me, Rob. Are you- fuck- getting off on this, too? And you- you lost count. Do we- Do I need to start over?"
"Thirteen, dammit. You're at thirteen." Wally can feel Dick changing the angle of his thrusts, trying to find more friction and pushing back to meet his hand.
"So hot."
"You're incorrigible." Dick's fingers find their way to his thigh, catching it in a bruising hold.
"I've been accused of worse, yeah." Wally can feel his climax getting closer, and he ruts a little harder. His length presses against his zipper, and Wally keens a little with the sting.
Dick notices, "Are you- sixteen- gonna come in your pants, again?" Wally brings his hand down, harder, using more of his strength, and gives a few more needy thrusts before he comes.
"Oh god- so are you." Wally pulses, riding that wave of bliss and pleasure, and shakes himself apart. He feels Dick trembling and arching, fingers gripping his thigh harder.
Wally collapses forward, draping himself over Dick's back. Dick smells fantastic, always does, and he feels surprisingly solid for someone so small.
"Let me up, Wally."
"Few more seconds, Rob."
"Now, Wally."
"Fine." Because that's something that Wally still can't find within himself to do: disobey Dick. Which Wally still thinks is slightly screwed up, because he's two years older than Rob, but still. He thinks it's the Bat-genes.
Dick rights himself and sits beside Wally. His face is still flushed and his breathing's still slightly labored, and Wally can't suppress a smile at how gone he looks, "You enjoyed that?"
"...I'm not answering that."
"You got off, so you can't exactly deny it."
Dick grins, "I wouldn't say enjoyed, so much as didn't hit you in the face after you groped me. And jizzed in your pants."