Dick Grayson || Friday

[willysilver]

[from Here]

Far from surprised, Dick's hand slid from his shoulder to the back of Willy's head, fingers curling in thick, soft hair. He didn't push the kiss for anything more, liking the slow tug of lips, the warmth of the other man's mouth. But he could feel the energy bubbling inside him, the need for release whether through trading blows or

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[last_grayson]

Dick nodded wordlessly. He was already backing toward their table, his hand sliding down Willy's arm to his hand. He intended to keep him close as they retrieved the guitar case and left money on the table.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, standing close as bills were dropped between their empty glasses.

[willysilver]

"As are you," Willy replied, nipping that debt created by a compliment in the bud.

"Would you like to go to my place, or your own?" he asked softly. "I live close. If those options make you uncomfortable, I know of a decent hotel."

Although, in truth, if Willy could have his choice, he'd have taken Dick into the more forested area of the park where nature was still wild and alive.

[last_grayson]

Dick would have been startled by the idea, but not adverse. "Your place," he said, lifting a hand to slide his thumb over Willy's brow, "your place is good."

[willysilver]

"We'll walk. It's not far," he replied, kissing Dick once more for good measure before leading him out into the evening. The bar was at the edge of the market where it butted up against the Southern Quarter. Not the safest area of town, but it was on the waterfront.

His building was a converted warehouse and he lived on the top floor. Only four flights up and when he led Dick inside, the feature that Willy enjoyed best was obvious. One entire wall was windows overlooking the waterfront.

"My home," he said simply, setting down his guitar.

It was amazingly sparse. At one end was an array of musical equipment and in the middle were a few chairs, none of which matched and had likely come from the curb. But beyond a paper screen was a bed on a platform and that area of the flat was gorgeous in its simplicity.