You Mean More To Me Than She Does

  "You could've died, Dick!" Wally's angered shout echoes around the hall, and even he is surprised by how loud it is.
  
  "All necessary-"
  
  "It shouldn't have happened!" Wally's on a rage, his anger is bubbling off him and he doesn't know how much he'll be able to pour out in this moment. "The mountain blew up-"
  
  Dick turns away from him, back to the table, a blanket falling off his shoulders. "I'm sorry your souvenirs got destroyed." He takes a sip of steaming coffee, completely oblivious to his best friends' torn expression.
  
  As soon as the hurt his him, the anger is back and he grabs him, spins him around to face him, and traps him against the table. "Don't you understand anything?" His face is right next to his, breath blowing across the ebony man's cheek. "I don't care about the stupid souvenirs," his voice is no longer loud, angry. It's quiet, stern. "I care about you, Idiot."
  
  Wally doesn't think before he moves his face down and pushes his lips against his. He doesn't think as one of his hands slides up to the back of his head, the other balling up in the fabric of his uniform. He doesn't think when he presses his body against his, moves his lips.
  
  He does think when Dick curls his arms around his neck, pulls him closer. He thinks enough to run his hands down his body, lift him up and place him on the table.
  
  Their lips continue moving against one another's, hands clutching for each other as they gasp.
  
  Dick pills away, pushes him with his hands on his chest and catches his breath. "What about- Artemis?"
  
  Wally shakes his hea,d but doesn't move away from him, "You mean more to me than Artemis does." He goes ot move back into a kiss.
  
  "Wally, this is wrong," Dick pushes him away again, shakes his head. "Artemis is on a mission that could cost her her life and you're telling me I 'mean more than her'? No, Wally. If she found out…"
  
  The words hit Wally harder than they should have. He blinks for a second, turning the words over in his head. Subconsciously he tightens his arms around the younger male.
  
  "You just- you almost died, Dick," Wally's voice shakes, "You, you mean so much to me. I got scared. I thought you were dead and I-" his voice cracks, and he lowers his head to rest against Dick's collar bone. "You've always meant more to me than her. Always.
  
  "And she-she knows this. I don't mean as much to her as Roy does, and we just- we though it made sense. Be with each other because we can't be with the one that we actually want. I'm sorry."
  
  He almost cries. He almost lets himself break, all for him.
  
  Dick curls his arms around him, pulls him close, "You always could have had me," he whispers and he notes the intake of Wally's breath. "But you were always with M'gaan or Artemis or some other girl that I thought… it doesn't matter. This is still wrong, the whole league thinks Artemis is dead and if they see you-"
  
  "I don't care," Wally cries into his shoulder, "I don't care. I just want you, always want you. I'll tell them everything, but I can't lose you."
  
  They're both silent, and the silence echoes around the hall. Dick wouldn't be surprised if Bruce was watching this, or if he heard everything they just said, because this is the Hall of Justice.
  
  "Wally," Dick murmurs, "I'm totally whelmed by your confession and all, but I'm really cold. Do you think we could-?"
  
  Before he can finish Wally's laughing, pulling away to wipe his tears, "Only you, Dick, only you… We can go to my house. Nice blankets and such."  
  
  Dick grins at him, "Take me away."