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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Roy_Harper
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Roy_Harper
  Additional Tags:
      Bodyshots, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-02 Words: 2412
****** I am sorry my conscience called in sick again ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     (504): Just tell him to eat fruit before so it tastes good. Then it's
     just like shotgunning a smoothie
"Roy, don't," Dick says in his totally lame big brother voice. It doesn't
exactly come off the same when he's five beers in. Roy just laughs, pushes him
away.
"Why not?" He asks, throwing his arm around Tim’s neck. "You invited him and he
wants to."
"It's okay, Dick," Tim smiles at him. "I asked him to show me."
"You shouldn't even be drinking," Dick says, then dissolves into giggles as
Wally drapes himself over his lap and sticks his tongue in his ear.
"Come on," Roy winks. "I think the birthday boy's a little preoccupied."
He takes Tim into the tiny kitchen in Dick's apartment and pours a couple of
shots of tequila, finds the salt in the cabinet, quickly slices up a couple of
pieces of lime. When he turns around Tim's taking his shirt off and Roy stops
to appreciate that for a minute because damn. He is a skinny thing, something
that Roy could break right in half, but there's muscle there too, has to be,
and Roy finds himself following the vein in Tim's forearm all the way up to the
small bulge of his bicep, kind of wants to put his tongue there. That's
probably all the beer talking. Probably.
"For research, right?" He smirks and Tim smiles back at him, folds his shirt
neatly and sits it on a clean spot on the counter.
"Of course," he says, picking up a lime. “I put this in my mouth, right?”
“Uh,” Roy says, brain short circuiting a bit, so he just nods. Tim puts the
lime in his mouth and Roy walks over to him, sprinkles a line of salt over the
sharp groove of Tim’s collarbone, glances up to look at him. “You know, maybe
Dick was right --”
Tim frowns at him and takes the lime wedge out of his mouth, which doesn’t help
because then there’s juice all over his lips, running down his chin, and Roy --
Roy dips his head, licks the salt from Tim’s skin and downs the shot of tequila
he so desperately needs. Tim puts the lime back in his mouth and Roy stares him
down for a minute before he leans in and sucks on it, closing his eyes as he
sucks it right out of Tim’s mouth, then spits it into the sink.
Tim blinks at him, licks his lips. “I guess it’s...my turn?” He says, sounding
a little dazed and Roy can still taste salt on his tongue and Tim’s warm, pale
skin.
Tim takes the salt shaker and studies him for a few moments, that little
wrinkle on his forehead popping up.
“Not rocket surgery, kiddo,” Roy says and Tim scowls at him.
“I don’t want do it the same place you did,” he says. “That
seems...uninspired.”
“Uninspired,” Roy snorts. “Okay. Want me to lie down?”
Tim thinks a minute, chews on his lip. “Yeah,” he says. “That would work.”
Roy tugs his shirt off and leans back on his elbows, tries not to think about
how filthy Dick’s floor is as Tim kneels next to him. He shivers as Tim's eyes
rake over the ink on his chest appraisingly.
"I didn't know you had so many," Tim says as he picks a spot and sprinkles a
neat circle around Roy's navel. "How's this?" He asks and Roy can't do anything
but nod, watch as Tim's scrunches his eyebrows and plants his hands on the
floor on either side of Roy and dip down, tracing the perfect circle of salt
around Roy's navel with one constant, fluid sweep of his tongue. Roy watches
him lick his lips, reach up on the counter for one of the shot glasses and tip
it back, choking a little at the burn when he swallows it all in one go.
Roy sticks a lime wedge in his mouth and leans up, meeting Tim somewhere in the
middle to let him suck the lime out of his mouth. He is, maybe a little,
expecting it when Tim lets the lime fall out of Roy’s mouth and puts his mouth
there instead. He’s never actually participated in a round of strictly platonic
body shots before and this is usually how things end up, it’s just. He hadn’t
expected Tim to crawl right on top of him, hadn’t imagined he’d lick at Roy’s
mouth eagerly, suck on his tongue and push his hips down against him. He hadn’t
expected to feel Dick’s little brother’s cock, hard and digging into his hip,
his teeth in his bottom lip.
“Hey,” Roy says. “Hey.”
Tim draws back, looks at him. “You don’t actually think this was for research.”
“I’m not actually as stupid as I look,” Roy says. “But --”
“Roy,” Tim says. “Do you not want to go in Dick’s extra bedroom with me?”
“I --” Roy groans. “Fuck. I do.”
“Good,” Tim grins. “Come on. Dick’s totally a lightweight. He’s gonna pass out
on Wally in like ten minutes.”
He helps Roy up off the floor and drags him into the spare room, locking the
door behind them, then settling his hands on Roy’s hips and leaning in again,
putting his mouth back on Roy’s. Roy cups the back of his neck, licks into
Tim’s mouth and feels him hum against him, slides his other hand to the small
of Tim’s back and nudges him forward until they’re pressed together, one of
Tim’s skinny legs between Roy’s. Tim’s back is hot beneath Roy’s palm and when
Tim mouths at the underside of his jaw and down his neck, Roy slips his hand
down the back of Tim’s jeans and squeezes his ass, feels Tim moan into his
skin.
“Bed,” Tim says and Roy backs him up against it, follows Tim down when he
stumbles back onto it and crawls on top of him, licking into his mouth again,
getting his hand in Tim’s short hair and fucking his tongue down his throat
while Tim runs his hand down his back, squeezes his ass and pulls Roy’s hips
down onto him.
“I want,” Tim says brokenly with Roy still kissing. “Want to --”
“Yeah,” Roy says. He doesn’t know what Tim’s trying to say, but he kind of
does, because he wants too. He wants whatever it is Tim wants. Still he gasps
when Tim’s knuckles brush his belly, when he pops open the button on Roy’s
jeans and pushes them down off his hips. Roy quickly wriggles out of them and
when he looks back at Tim Tim’s pushing his own jeans down and Roy helps,
grabbing the bottom of them and yanking them completely off of him, throwing
them somewhere near his own.
“Can I,” Roy says, hands on Tim’s thighs, stroking his thumbs up and down the
smooth skin there and Tim bites his lip. Roy can see his dick twitch when his
hands drifter higher, can see the wet spot on the front of Tim’s boxer briefs
and wants to put his mouth there so fucking bad, so he does. Leans down and
just presses his lips to where the head of Tim’s cock is straining against the
fabric, pushes his tongue against that wet spot and taste the salty bitterness
of precome there.
“Oh my god,” Tim gasps and arches off the bed, pushing his cock into Roy’s
face. Roy takes a deep breath and breathes him in, puts his hands on Tim’s hips
and holds him down, rubs his cheek against Tim’s dick, dips his head to mouth
at his balls.
“God, that’s,” Tim groans and when Roy looks up he’s got a hand in his own
hair, tugging at it, and shit, that’s hot. “But --”
“Off?” Roy asks and Tim nods, lets out this shaky please that goes straight to
Roy’s dick.
Roy gets Tim’s briefs off, then skims his hands back up his thighs, licks his
lips as he watches Tim’s cock leak onto his belly.
“Fuck,” he says. “Have you ever --”
Tim rolls his eyes.
“Right,” Roy says, takes Tim’s dick in his hand and gives it a few strokes.
“God, you’ve got a pretty cock.”
“Thank you,” Tim says. “Put your mouth on it?”
“Sure thing,” Roy groans out and digs his thumbs into the groove of Tim’s hips
as he wraps his lips around him and takes him down.
“Fuck, fuck,” Tim gasps and Roy can feel him trying to arch up, trying to push
up into his mouth, but he holds him down, still. “Fuck, that’s --”
Roy swirls his tongue around the head, moans when Tim leaks that little more
onto his tongue, and Tim makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat,
reaches down to grab Roy’s hair, misses and ends up yanking on his ear instead.
Roy doesn’t mind, in fact his eagerness just makes him take Tim deeper, take
him down all the way until his nose brushes Tim’s skin and Tim’s thighs start
to tremble beneath him.
“Oh my god,” Tim groans. “Oh god, Roy. Roy please. I want, I want --”
Roy pops off, replaces his mouth with his hand with slow, tight strokes.
“What?” He asks. “What do you want?”
“More,” Tim gasps.
“Want my fingers?” Roy asks, spreading Tim’s slick all around the head and down
his shaft, grinding his own cock down onto the bed just thinking about it.
“Oh fuck yes,” Tim says, digging his heels into the bed.
“Okay,” Roy says, taking his hand off of Tim to rummage around in the dresser
for the bottle of lube he left last time. There’s barely anything left in it
and he has to shake and squeeze for like three minutes, but it’s enough to get
his fingers nice and slippery, enough that Tim whimpers and bite his lip all
pretty when Roy teases a finger over his hole, pressing gently until Tim says
fuck and fucks himself down on Roy’s finger.
“Jesus christ,” Roy says and hooks his arm around Tim’s leg, kisses the inside
of his thigh as he slides his finger in and out of him. “Fuck, look at you. You
want more?”
“Yes,” Tim says. “I like -- a lot.”
“Fuck,” Roy says, pulling his fingers out and pressing two against Tim instead,
pushing them in slow, letting him get used to the stretch of it, but he doesn’t
know why because then Tim’s just fucking himself down on them again, driving
Roy’s fingers inside of him like he can’t fucking wait. “Jesus fuck, Tim. You
like being filled up? You do this to yourself at home?”
“Yeah,” Tim breathes out. There’s a pretty pink flush across his chest and his
cheeks and his gorgeous mouth is red from where he’s been biting it so hard.
“But yours -- your fingers, fuck. A-archer’s fingers. Feel so good, god. You
can -- three.”
“Christ,” Roy breathes out against Tim’s thigh, gives Tim what he asked for,
working three of his fingers inside of him. It’s tight, so fucking tight, and
Tim makes an unbelievable noise and clenches his fists in the comforter and
starts fucking himself on Roy’s fingers, gasping and moaning and telling Roy
how good it feels.
“Oh god, it’s,” Tim pants as Roy watches his fingers disappear into him,
watches the muscles in Tim’s thighs quiver with each little thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, Roy, fuck, it’s --”
“Jesus, you’re gonna come just like this, aren’t you? You’re going to come all
over yourself just from having my fingers in you.”
“Oh shit,” Tim whimpers, this high-pitched keening sound, and Roy watches,
transfixed, as Tim’s cock jerks and twitches, watches as come splatters on his
belly and stripes his chest as Tim’s muscles tighten and clench around him. “Oh
my god, oh my god, Roy--”
“Shh,” Roy says, pulling his fingers out of him gently and wiping them on the
comforter. “God, that was fucking amazing. I’m gonna clean you up, okay?”
Tim doesn’t say anything, still shaking and coming down from it as Roy leans
over him and laps at the come on Tim’s belly, licks it all off his chest,
sucking at the little drop that made it to his throat.
“Fuck, Roy,” Tim whimpers. “I wanna...wanna suck you off, but I can’t move.
Up?”
Roy sucks in a breath, should really say nah, I’m good, but Tim’s asking him to
fuck his mouth, Tim wants it, and there’s no amount of willpower in the
universe Roy could summon to figure out how to say no to that.
He crawls up Tim and straddles his chest, thinks for a brief moment that maybe
he should’ve just kneeled next to him, but Tim’s looking at him with this
bright look in his eyes and his gorgeous mouth is right there and Roy just rubs
his dick on his lips, gets them all wet and shiny, and that’s when Tim opens up
for him and everything else just kind of fades away except for the hot, wet
suction around him. Tim just lets him use him, just opens up and relaxes and
lets Roy push his cock between his lips, and it’s so good, it’s so obscene, and
Roy’s needed to come his brains out ever since he licked the salt from Tim’s
skin, so he comes embarrassingly fast and without warning, just a sudden twist
low in his belly and he tries to pull back but it’s too late and he ends up
coming all over Tim’s mouth. He can’t stop, he just -- he can’t stop. He grabs
his cock and jerks himself through it, comes all over Tim’s cheeks, all down
his chin, until he’s completely spent.
“Fucking --” he huffs out, looking down at Tim’s face. He climbs off of Tim
because he knows he’s fucking heavy, but he takes Tim’s face between his hands
as soon as he rolls off of him. “God, you look so fucking pretty right now. I
wanna leave you just like this.”
Tim just fucking whimpers and Roy leans in, laps up all the come on Tim’s face
with his tongue until he’s mostly clean.
“Well that was...something,” Roy says after they find their pants.
“Something…” Tim says. “That you might like to do again?”
No, Roy’s thinks. You're too young. You’re Dick’s brother. You’re beautiful and
I ruin those kind of things.
Roy kisses him, ignores the voice in his head because he’s been doing that so
long it’s like second nature now.
“Something that I am definitely going to do again.”
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