Shadows crept across the moonlit wooden floor, revealing two boys that stood parallel to each other. Watched each other. Wally’s gaze fell to the various nooks and crannies of the Nightwing suit—to the small belt loops, and the indent beneath the blue-winged bird on his chest.
Dick’s hands fell to the belts strapped around his hips as he fell into the mattress. Wally dropped to his knees right in front of him, pressing bare hands over gloved ones. He unwound the belt—gently, until the utility belt could be put aside on the floor—then moved onto the belt with the eskrima sticks. Through red hair, he peered up and saw his best friend stare straight back at him.
Wally’s hands melded around Dick’s calves and silently, he unzipped both boots and let them fall to the floor. Standing up to his feet, he replaced a hand over Dick’s left glove and inched it off his fingers. They stood close together, with Wally’s knees against Dick’s own, and breath hot against flesh.
All the while, that mask stared at him—white, ethereal, and glowing beneath the moonlight. Magical.
Green eyes stared back, stars reflecting in their irises, and watched every part of the Boy Wonder. The curve of his nose. The color of his lips. The contour of that beautiful, beautiful face. Wally dropped the glove.
And with no other thought, he kissed his best friend.