Sweet Strawberry Lips

It was a tradition that on the first of June, every year, Dick's mother would bake strawberry treats, as many as you can imagine, and everyone in the circus would enjoy them together. When she died, and Dick moved in with Bruce, he had sought out to keep this tradition.

This year, however, he may have gone a little overboard...

On the table was strawberry everything. There were pop-tarts, tarts, muffins, brownies, cakes, waffles, pancakes, rice crispy squares, cupcakes, cookies, and more. It seemed endless, so much so that Dick had decided to enlist the help of a speedster and was in the process of packing all of these into a wicker basket Alfred had gotten for him.

"You should be off now, master Dick," speak (or in this case think) of the devil and he shall appear, Alfred entered the kitchen carrying a tray of empty teacups, which he set aside on the counter to be cleaned later.

Dick chuckled to himself at his own joke as he lifted the basket with all the treats in it, he could barely get it off the counter, Alfred raised an eyebrow and walked over, taking it from Dick and carrying it to the batcave with no struggle. Dick watched, his jaw dropped.

He shut his mouth and grabbed a duffle bag, which had his overnight things and had been cast to the side. He followed after Alfred and they both walked into the batcave, where Bruce was sitting at the computer.

"See you tomorrow, Dick," Bruce called, spinning to look at him, Dick waved, grabbed the basket from Alfred, then, like little red riding hood, he disappeared into the light of the zetatube,  sunglasses firmly over his eyes.

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He walked out of the zetatube and started the short walk to the Allen-west household. He walked on the sidewalk, like the good citizen he was, until he reached the front door. Before he could knock it swung open.

"I smell food." Wally practically shouted, Dick chuckled, pushing past him and walking into the kitchen with Wally at his heels.

"So, you brought me food?" Wally commented from behind Dick as they walked, gesturing to the picnic basket and definitely not looking at Dick's ass. "Like little red riding hood," the redhead mused, Dick rolled his eyes as they entered the kitchen and began to unpack the treats. Wally watched, eyes widening as the pile continued to grow,

"Where's Barry and Iris?" Dick asked as Wally tossed his sweater onto one of the stools.

"Out for the day," Wally answered with a shrug, stealthily reaching for a muffin only to have Dick slap his hand away,

"Whipped cream?" Dick asked, tilting his head in a way that Wally did not find completely adorable, not at all.

"Fridge," Was all Wally could manage, waiting until Dick's back was turned before reaching for a muffin again,

"Don't touch it West," Dick scolded, without turning around. Wally groaned and slumped back in his seat.

"Come on, Rob! This is torture!" Wally whined as Dick came back to the counter with whipped cream and Wally's sweater wrapped around him, he purposely went slower opening the first container and pouring an alarming amount of whip cream on the brownie, handing it to Wally, then making his own.

Wally waited until Dick had taken his first bit, not that he was watching the way Dick licked whipped cream from the corner of his lovely lips, not that Wally paid attention to Dick's lips or thought they were lovely or anything. 

A blush threatened to lite up his face so Wally distracted himself with his brownie and more or less moaned into the first bite.

"Rob, I think I may love you," he said without thinking over his words and when he realized what he said a blush did appear, turning his cheeks and neck the same shade of red as the strawberries, he glanced at Dick to see if he noticed but Dick wasn't paying any attention to him, instead he was devouring the rest of the brownies.

"Well, I hope whoever you marry likes to bake." Wally breathed a silent sigh of relief and played it off like he was joking. 

"I hope they bake like you," he said in a playful tone, blush fading, and moved onto the next box,

Dick scoffed. "Please, no one can bake like me," Dick said proudly and Wally believed it because this was the best muffin he'd ever had.

"Marry me then?" Wally said in a completely serious tone, blush returning full force, and Wally will admit he might have a slight crush on his best friend.

"Maybe later," Dick chuckled, and Wally's eyes widened because that wasn't a no.

"Promise?" Wally said swallowing hard and he was pushing it now but Dick chuckled and nodded. "Really?" Wally asked, almost bewildered and Dick seemed to realize that Wally was serious because he nodded and looked away. 

With a sudden burst of confidence Wally sped over and grabbed Dick's chin, lightly, he pulled Dick to face him, Dick avoided eye contact blushing a bright red.

Wally licked his lips, all earlier courage was suddenly gone and he didn't really have a plan. So, he improvised, and found himself leaning down brushing their lips together. Dick made a soft gasping sound and locked eyes with Wally from behind his sunglasses. Then he stood on his tippy toes and pressed their lips together lightly. When Wally didn't pull away, he pushed harder and when the need for air became too great they pulled apart, Dick dropping back down onto flat feet. 

"You taste like strawberries," Dick mumbled, Wally's eyes drifted to the sunglasses in Dicks' hand then up to his blue eyes and Wally blinked staring into the deep crystal orbs.

He eventually glanced back at the treats on the table,

"Rob, I love you..." he said, Dick's eyebrows raised in shock and he blushed as Wally dropped to one knee"Please, let me have a piece of cake." He asked desperately, Dick chuckled, relieved that there wasn't any awkwardness between them, and pretended to think about it.

"You had better buy me a nice ring." He said, handing the strawberry cake over, Wally nodded and was quickly distracted by stuffing his face. Dick laughed and walked past Wally, kissing his cheek as he did, behind him he heard Wally freeze. Dick shook his head as he sat on the couch and flipped through the TV channels.

Eventually, Wally came to join him sitting down beside him- closer than he would with anyone else- like he belonged there, and, Dick couldn't help but think, maybe he did.

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Ten years later, on June first, Wally bought him a nice ring.