[Dick - 21; Wally - 23]

There was something heavy on him as the acrobat woke up. Groaning, Dick opened his eyes and saw red, specifically red hair. He looked past it to see who they belonged to. He was surprised when he saw Wally sleeping on him, a leg draped over him and half hugging him, droll dripping uncomfortably on his shirt.

He was confused at first why his ex-boyfriend and best friend was laying on him in his apartment when he remembered. He had been injured and it just happened that Wally was visiting him that night (they've had those nights for a while now, where one would stay at the other. Things are still kind of awkward between them, but it's getting better). 

It hadn't been the best patrol and when the speedster saw his condition, he fussed over him and made sure that every injury was taken care of. Dick had let him do it without complaint (Wally wouldn't have listened to him anyway) and simply watched him do it. Dick won't admit it but watching Wally worry over him filled him with a familiar warmth he didn't want to think about. 

A dark thought from the depths of his mind piped up. He broke your heart once, so why risk it again? Dick knew the reason why. It's the same reason why he laid back and basket in the warmth and contact Wally offered. The same reason why he ignored logic and the memories of the past and let the warm feeling of affection fester in his heart, reigniting the flame that is love for the redhead.

Maybe they can work out. Maybe not all hope is lost.

If they can be best friends again, so why not also lovers?

Planting a kiss on Wally's forehead, he settled into a comfortable position and relaxed, letting his eyes fall and sleep claim him again.

Lazy Sundays are the best Sundays you can have.