Thirty Days (A Birdflash Fanfiction)

Day 5: Kissing

Dick was working. Dick had been working for five hours straight. Dick had been working for five hours straight without taking a break to pee or eat. Wally felt restless just looking at him.

"You're gonna work right through dinner at this rate," Wally complained, flopping down on Dick's bed. Dick made an annoyed sound through his nose, hunching even deeper over his desk. "What are you even doing?"

"Planning your death," Dick snapped. "Now shut up."

Wally rolled off the bed. "Okay, whatever you're doing is totally stressing you out. Wasn't there some study that proved people are only productive for a short amount of time before they switch off or something?"

"I'll switch you off if you don't go away," Dick said through his teeth. Bruce had banned him from the cave while he was recovering from a stab wound some goon gave him last patrol. Dick had been downright painful to be around since then, but Wally was a trooper.

"I'll shut up if you take a piss and agree to take a break for dinner."

"I'm fine," Dick grumbled, not even looking up from his laptop.

"You haven't eaten or peed in five hours, Dick. You're gonna give yourself a urinary tract infection or something."

Dick growled in a poor imitation of Batman and pulled himself up, using the desk to balance him. The stab wound was in his thigh and had completely thrown off his groove. His lack of mobility was probably one of the many reasons why he was in such a bad mood.

"Fine. Stay."

"I wasn't really planning to watch you pee."

"Who knows what you're planning?" Dick disappeared into his bathroom. Wally saved Dick's work and shut the laptop. Dick really did need a break, and Wally was fully prepared to use his wiles to get him to take one.

Dick emerged from the bathroom, almost toppling forward. Luckily, Wally was there to catch him. Dick let out a long sigh and sagged in Wally's arms.

"You really could use a break, babe."

Dick glared up at him. "Did Alfred put you up to this?"

Wally kissed the crease between his eyebrows. "Not this time." When he was done, Dick's expression had softened a little.

Wally pressed his advantage, capturing the younger boy's lips in a feather-light kiss, which Dick then deepened until Wally stumbled backwards and hit the bed, bringing both of them down on the mattress. Dick pulled back, wincing, and Wally pushed him up onto the bed properly.

"You don't have to be so hard on yourself," Wally said, climbing up to join him. Dick rolled his eyes, but he made no attempt to get up. Wally had won this round.