[ Thinking about kissing Dick and actually doing it are so very different. Not that they ever let themself admit they were thinking of it. Wanting it. And this was still at a breakneck pace compared to how slow Wren normally moved when it came to relationships. They'd taken forever just to admit they liked Jason as more than a friend. It was only because of his work that had Wren in a place where they wouldn't still be so very firmly in 'maybe a couple flirty texts that could be written off'.
And damn, Dick is a good kisser. Not that Wren had ever really kissed more than three people, including Dick. Their eyes slid shut, flowers held protectively against their chest acting like the only barrier for decency left between them as Wren's back softly hit the wall. ]
No. Didn't, um. Didn't even know you did. Hoped, but.
Hoped? [ He murmured the word against Wren’s mouth, pulling apart enough to let them get some words in, but really, they weren’t close enough. Those damn flowers were wedged between them, and Dick really didn’t want to crush them.
Both hands found Wren’s and he guided their arms to drape over his shoulders so he could step in closer. ]
Wren, I think you’re really… [ A few more kisses fitted in the space between his words as both his hands left Wren’s and found their waist instead. ] cute, and I had a feeling maybe you were attracted to me, too.
[ His mouth found Wren’s jaw then, and peppered a line of kisses along the soft slope of it. ]
[ Truly, what the fuck was with Dick trying to hold a conversation right now? Normally the far too wordy one, it turned out kisses were the way to get Wren to quiet down fairly quickly. It was all soft sighs instead, arms around Dick's shoulders at the encouragement, flowers still held - they should really put those down somewhere, but they were so very distracted by the press of Dick's lips against theirs, against their skin, head tilted back when he went for their neck to give him access to it.
Fuck, that wasn't a question, but it was something like a question. They wrapped their arms around Dick's shoulders to pull him close, to feel his body against theirs even through the layers of clothes. ]
Is that a comment you normally have to make when inviting people over...?
[ Dick snorted a soft breath of laughter, then made a nuh-uh sound into Wren’s pulse point and pressed in close to lay the whole length of his body against theirs. They were small, their body tight and compact, strong, and so warm against the planes of his.
It wasn’t like he wanted to make his brain cells work overtime like this, but it was important that they at least attempt to talk about this before getting too far. At least, that was his intention. His hands, however, had a mind of their own, and roamed from Wren’s hips to their waist, to follow the taper of their torso up, then down again, feeling them up. ]
Don’t usually do this with my brothers significant others, so…mmmm.
[ Wren smelled nice. Clean. Like they just showered, he found, as he mouthed against the sensitive spot beneath Wren’s ear before catching his teeth gently against their earlobe. ]
You’re a good thing. Don’t wanna mess this up for him.
[ There's a sharp intake of breath as Dick's hands wander, their own clutching his shoulder tight and fuck they want to get that shirt off him if he's going to keep kissing them like this- ]
I wouldn't be here if he wasn't okay with it.
[ It seems silly to bring up Jason now, but - this is clearly weighing on Dick, even if he can't keep his hands to himself. With great effort they push gently at his shoulders so they can look him in the eyes. ]
He's okay with me being here. Him and Roy are probably going to tease me just inside the limit of what I can handle about it, but he's always been very sure I know that the open part of the open relationship goes both ways.
[ Even if Wren has never 'used' it before now. It would figure the person that made them finally want to make sure the boundaries were clear would be Jason's brother. ]
You and him should probably talk more but that's not what this is about. I think.
[ ... they're still a psych student, they don't have any kind of therapy license yet and also holy conflict of interest batman. ]
[ That's--not really how this was supposed to go. Wren wasn't supposed to push him back, all hard and soft like that, their eyes too observant, words too precise. Wren wasn't supposed to choose one over the other (talking vs. making out), but they do, and Dick's hands pause on their hips before his warm, dark gaze lifts and looks too raw.
Dick knew what this was about, but it didn't mean he wanted to turn around and stare it in the face to pinpoint all the ways he was sure he'd mess this up, not just for Wren, but for Jason, and for Roy, as if he hadn't hurt enough people by simply--
It was far from what he wanted to talk about right now. ]
Shh--Don't think, okay?
[ Like he wasn't the one who started it. He needed to put his mouth to better use, so he opted to trail it down to Wren's pulse point, then across a collar bone, hands roaming with a new urgency as he pushed jacket and flannel off narrow shoulders, helping the shuffle of flowers and fabric and hands as the articles of clothing drop to the floor. With a sigh, his own presses up beneath the hem of Wren's t-shirt as he starts to peel it off. ]
[ Wren was very good at denying themself something they wanted, no matter how badly. This was no different, it fell squarely into something they could reason they didn't deserve to have, and honestly? They were braced for it. Braced for Dick to admit that this was about Jason, to call it off, to go home. Or stay and help talk Dick through some of it. Romantic disappointment was all too familiar for them.
But he doesn't. Dick meets their eyes and even if there's so much baggage there, it's full speed ahead all over again that has Wren almost dropping the flowers. They gasp again at the mouth on their neck, pulse racing. A roll of their shoulders helps get the jacket and flannel off, needing to shift the flowers from one hand to the other-]
Think you need that reminder too - fuck - need to put these down somewhere-
[ Especially because, well. They hadn't been certain this was where this was going to go, but unlike their normal day to day? They'd left off the compression top before coming over, so it was just bare skin under the t-shirt. ]
[ The baggage didn't typically spill out for no good reason. Usually, it only did if it somehow, through Dick's twisted reasoning, benefitted the listener, or once someone was allowed into his circle of trusted fuckbuddies. ]
Yeah, okay, here--
[ So Wren only needed to be patient, which neither of them seemed to want to be right now, as Dick's hand found the bouquet of flowers to lay them down on the entry console. They could survive for a little longer, he was pretty sure, because his priority was in kissing all the newly revealed, practically flawless warm skin. Across, along their clavicle, down their sternum, the flutter of a pulse beneath his lips, lower still, until he was quietly groaning while his tongue darted out to encircle a nipple. His hand roamed what skin he couldn't reach, touching greedily as he looked up at Wren and gently scraped his teeth along the nub in his mouth. ]
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And damn, Dick is a good kisser. Not that Wren had ever really kissed more than three people, including Dick. Their eyes slid shut, flowers held protectively against their chest acting like the only barrier for decency left between them as Wren's back softly hit the wall. ]
No. Didn't, um. Didn't even know you did. Hoped, but.
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Both hands found Wren’s and he guided their arms to drape over his shoulders so he could step in closer. ]
Wren, I think you’re really… [ A few more kisses fitted in the space between his words as both his hands left Wren’s and found their waist instead. ] cute, and I had a feeling maybe you were attracted to me, too.
[ His mouth found Wren’s jaw then, and peppered a line of kisses along the soft slope of it. ]
But I don’t want you to regret this, either.
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Fuck, that wasn't a question, but it was something like a question. They wrapped their arms around Dick's shoulders to pull him close, to feel his body against theirs even through the layers of clothes. ]
Is that a comment you normally have to make when inviting people over...?
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It wasn’t like he wanted to make his brain cells work overtime like this, but it was important that they at least attempt to talk about this before getting too far. At least, that was his intention. His hands, however, had a mind of their own, and roamed from Wren’s hips to their waist, to follow the taper of their torso up, then down again, feeling them up. ]
Don’t usually do this with my brothers significant others, so…mmmm.
[ Wren smelled nice. Clean. Like they just showered, he found, as he mouthed against the sensitive spot beneath Wren’s ear before catching his teeth gently against their earlobe. ]
You’re a good thing. Don’t wanna mess this up for him.
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I wouldn't be here if he wasn't okay with it.
[ It seems silly to bring up Jason now, but - this is clearly weighing on Dick, even if he can't keep his hands to himself. With great effort they push gently at his shoulders so they can look him in the eyes. ]
He's okay with me being here. Him and Roy are probably going to tease me just inside the limit of what I can handle about it, but he's always been very sure I know that the open part of the open relationship goes both ways.
[ Even if Wren has never 'used' it before now. It would figure the person that made them finally want to make sure the boundaries were clear would be Jason's brother. ]
You and him should probably talk more but that's not what this is about. I think.
[ ... they're still a psych student, they don't have any kind of therapy license yet and also holy conflict of interest batman. ]
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Dick knew what this was about, but it didn't mean he wanted to turn around and stare it in the face to pinpoint all the ways he was sure he'd mess this up, not just for Wren, but for Jason, and for Roy, as if he hadn't hurt enough people by simply--
It was far from what he wanted to talk about right now. ]
Shh--Don't think, okay?
[ Like he wasn't the one who started it. He needed to put his mouth to better use, so he opted to trail it down to Wren's pulse point, then across a collar bone, hands roaming with a new urgency as he pushed jacket and flannel off narrow shoulders, helping the shuffle of flowers and fabric and hands as the articles of clothing drop to the floor. With a sigh, his own presses up beneath the hem of Wren's t-shirt as he starts to peel it off. ]
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But he doesn't. Dick meets their eyes and even if there's so much baggage there, it's full speed ahead all over again that has Wren almost dropping the flowers. They gasp again at the mouth on their neck, pulse racing. A roll of their shoulders helps get the jacket and flannel off, needing to shift the flowers from one hand to the other-]
Think you need that reminder too - fuck - need to put these down somewhere-
[ Especially because, well. They hadn't been certain this was where this was going to go, but unlike their normal day to day? They'd left off the compression top before coming over, so it was just bare skin under the t-shirt. ]
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Yeah, okay, here--
[ So Wren only needed to be patient, which neither of them seemed to want to be right now, as Dick's hand found the bouquet of flowers to lay them down on the entry console. They could survive for a little longer, he was pretty sure, because his priority was in kissing all the newly revealed, practically flawless warm skin. Across, along their clavicle, down their sternum, the flutter of a pulse beneath his lips, lower still, until he was quietly groaning while his tongue darted out to encircle a nipple. His hand roamed what skin he couldn't reach, touching greedily as he looked up at Wren and gently scraped his teeth along the nub in his mouth. ]