Pace

I had just turned off the light and begun to get in my sleeping bag when he said it. We had been stuck in the mountain all weekend without a mission, and having no missions that night either, Robin, my boyfriend for about ten months now had asked if he could sleep in my room tonight. My initial thought was that he wanted to y'know…. But then I noticed he had a sleeping bag and a pillow. To my – pretty much everyone's if they knew - surprise, I was relieved.

Usually, I was the kind of guy who wanted to date someone for a couple months and ditch them, but with Rob, it was different. I had liked him long before I actually asked him out on a date, I just didn't realize my feelings at the time; and, god, don't let me get you started on that story. He, too, admitted he liked me for a while and that was then he introduced me to the dreaded Bruce Wayne - and, you've gotta trust me on this one; Bruce was surprisingly way scarier than Batman. Robin told me that if he wanted to date me, I would have to ask Bruce for permission.

Bruce had told me if I really loved – I could still remember how hot my ears were when the menacing voice of Bruce Wayne had said that word – Rob then I would have to prove how much I did by going through many obstacles. He sent me on many courses to test my agility, brains, and powers – I didn't get why I needed to do that part of the test, but now I realize that he was just merely trying to tire me down so I looked beat up for Rob – then took me back inside to ask me questions; well more like question, he asked me how I thought of Robin without holding anything back. So I told him, and he looked me over for about five minutes before he ordered me to follow him.

I could still remember the look on Rob's face when I came limping into his room with the beyond wonderful news.

Anyways, back to Robin being different. Even with Bruce's blessing, Robin still wanted to go slow with our relationship and he meant it. It was about three months later when he finally let me hold his hand. Then on month five, he let me kiss his cheek and forehead, but only in private, and if I tried in public, he would use his sexy flexible legs to kick me in the face. Month seven, he let me pull him on my lap. Of course, it was really hard for me to keep myself at a slow relationship pace, because I mean, come on, I'm Kid Flash for crying out loud. But I talked myself into believing that all good things come to those who waited, and kept at a slow pace; I defiantly didn't want to lose Robin. Plus, I would have to answer to Bruce and Batman, which would mean double the pain.

Well anyways, now month ten was here, and he was ready to let me kiss him on the lips.

I was lying next to Robin on my sleeping bag in the pitch black, when I felt a small hand start to play gently with my hair. At first, I just grinned from ear to ear and thought nothing of it. But then three fingers began to dance across my bare chest. I choked back a moan – I hadn't had anyone touch me since Robin and I had started dating – and whip my head in Robin's direction quickly. I felt a soft breathing on my lips as I blushed, holding my breath. Leaning my head away from the sickeningly sweet smell of Rob, I let out a soft, "S'thing wrong?"

"Yeah." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "KF, dude, I'm ready."

At that my heart skipped about twenty beats.

"W--what do you mean by that, dude?" I whisper/yelled after a moment of silence, sitting
up quickly.

"Whoa, calm down, Wally. I mean like kissing." He whispered back, chuckling awkwardly, and, I knew, if the lights were on I would've of seen a crimson blush along his usually pale cheeks.

"Oh." I whispered back before lying back down. I stared upwards into the darkness in thought, and then turned back in his direction. "Are you sure?"

"Perfectly." He murmured softly stroking my warm cheek. Then I suddenly felt the warm, alluring breath hit my lips again. I gulped nervously before grabbing his hand that was next to my cheek and pulled him closer. His chest then pressed up against mine, making my palms begin sweat. Even though I already knew, I asked where his lips were and got a soft reply of "right here, idiot" as I felt his lips come even closer to mine. I sucked in a breath and squeezed his hand before moving closer to peck him softly on the lips.
What if you mess up? An inner voice whispered in the back of my mind, making me stop. I thought about that. Well, yeah, that would make sense. I haven't kissed anyone in almost a year, what if I ruin it because I haven't done it in a while? Would Robin get mad at me; or worst yet, laugh at me? My mind stopped as worry came over me. A soft puff, a sigh, hit my lips and soon the sweet scent of Robin disappeared and the warmth from his small chest was gone.

"OK, what's wrong?" He asked, squeezing my hand softly. "Why don't you wanna kiss me? Don't you" – his voice became softer in mock sadness – "like me anymore?"

"Ah, come on, Rob!" I whined. "That's not fair, you know I do!"

He giggled before asking, "Then what's wrong?"

"Well," I reluctantly began, playing with Rob's hand in mine. "I--I think I'm gonna mess it up or something. I mean, I haven't kissed anyone in a while and I think that I you changed me into a slow pace relationship kinda guy because you didn't even let me hold your hand when we started dating and nowyouwantmetokissyouandI'mkindanervoustobecauseyoumightlaughatmeorsomet--" He stopped my fast with a finger over my lips.

"Look, Wally, I don't care if you mess up. It's my first kiss anyway." He mumbled the last part embarrassedly.

"Howisthatsupposedto--" I began again but he covered my mouth again.

"I never had anyone kiss me. That being said, I don't know whether it's gonna be a bad or good kiss." OK, so that made sense. "And the only reason that I wanted to go slow with you is because, by liking you for a while Wally, I meant over two years." TWO YEARS!? "I've watched you date other people, dude, and I know how fast you like to get through relationships. So, I wanted to take it slow so if you put up with it then I would know that you loved me, for real. Now I know that you really do, KF. And I don't wanna take it slow anymore." His arms wrapped around my neck and his lips began rubbing against mine at his last sentence.

My eyes widened as his overly soft fingers tickled my neck. His lips were slowly rubbing against mine, making my blood run cold. Then I felt an ankle begin to rub against mine as beads of sweat began to grip to my hair. I could hear nothing but his soft breathing and my heartbeat drumming in my ears. Then suddenly, without thinking, I suddenly wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my lips against his. He grinned in the kiss and kissed back eagerly. We, then, pulled away from each other before either of us went farther than need be and I felt something press up against my chest. I smiled widely and played with the tuff of hair lying on my chest.

"So… it's pretty uncomfortable down here. You wanna go in--?"

"Shut up; you got far enought tonight, idiot."