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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Kon-El, Tim_Drake/Dick_Grayson, Bart_Allen/Tim_Drake, Tim
      Drake/Cassie_Sandsmark, Tim_Drake/Cissie_King-Jones, Tim_Drake/Rose
      Wilson, Stephanie_Brown/Tim_Drake
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Kon-El, Bart_Allen, Dick_Grayson, Roy_Harper, Cassandra_Cain,
      Stephanie_Brown, Barbara_Gordon, Bruce_Wayne, Clark_Kent, Cassie
      Sandsmark, Rose_Wilson, Damian_Wayne, Lian_Harper
  Additional Tags:
      Orgy, Polyamory, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Age_Difference,
      BDSM, Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-30 Words: 79939
****** The Case of the Curiously (Not)Chaste Robin ******
by meyari
Summary
     Tim has spent his life very firmly separating his private life from
     his heroic life. The two simply do not meet, especially when it comes
     to sex. But then his heroic friends discover that Tim's not quite as
     chaste as they thought he was and Tim is given reasons to reconsider
     his decision to keep his sex life separate from his heroic life.
Notes
     I tend to think that Tim Drake goes with everyone. Everyone I know
     tends to write him as if he's virginal and very inexperienced. In
     this story I decided to flip that trope on his head and indulge my
     love of Tim with everyone. This is my Tim/Everybody story with more
     pairings than I could find to put in the pairings box. *laughs* Hope
     everyone enjoys the story!
"About time you got here," Kon said to Tim as he finally showed up at the
Tower.
"Sorry, things were busy back in Gotham," Tim said. He was in civvies so that
was probably a lie of some sort. Busy for Tim usually meant beating on people
and saving lives but maybe it was WI stuff that had been busy? "I barely got my
work done in time to come here. What do we have?"
He started casually stripping out of his suit and tie as Cassie filled him in
on the current mission on the way to the locker room. The mission wasn't a big
deal, just checking back on the mess that they'd dealt with last weekend, so
Kon didn't pay attention to what Tim and Cassie were saying. Instead he did his
best to discretely watch Tim's body being revealed without being totally
obvious about it.
It was Kon's secret hobby or at least he hoped it was a secret. Sure, Kon
enjoyed the ladies and they enjoyed him but Tim had been Kon's private
obsession since before Kon knew that his name was Tim. It used to be Robin
watching and now it was Tim watching, which was even better because Kon got to
see Tim's eyes.
Those eyes still made Kon's cock jump like it was alive, especially when he
looked sidelong at Kon and smirked as if he knew perfectly well that Kon was
watching Tim's abs and wishing that he could lick a long line up them before
nibbling on Tim's nipples. The bruises and other marks on Tim's body didn't
bother Kon at all. That seemed to be one of the things that a normal guy had to
deal with if he was going to be a hero. Tim always had marks of one sort or
another.
Kon jerked as Tim did the sidelong look and smirk thing. Tim laughed under his
breath and returned his attention to Cassie and Bart who had joined in on the
lecture thing. It wasn't flirting. Tim never flirted. Never, ever, not once,
even slightly, which Kon absolutely was not upset about. Because come on, Tim
was a virgin (still!) so of course he didn't flirt. Still, Kon sometimes really
wished that Tim would flirt a little bit, especially when he was down to his
boxers and casually pulling on his uniform while offering technical analysis of
their mission and how it could go wrong.
"Did you pay attention to anything they said?" Kiran asked with a grin that
made Kon blush.
"Of course," Kon huffed. "I'm totally ready for this mission."
He actually was, not so much because he was ready but because it turned out to
be total waste of their time. Nothing was going on, nothing had happened and it
looked like nothing was going to happen for a really long time. Bart, Kon and
Gar spent the entire trip back to base complaining about what a total waste of
time the whole mission had been.
"I mean, come on," Kon complained more for old time's sake than because he was
actually serious. "I could have been out on a date or something."
"You date?" Bart asked. "I thought you lived in Smallville now. There are
people to date out there?"
"Bart!" Kon whined. "Seriously, if things keep on like this people will think
I'm as much of a virgin as Tim is."
"Oh yeah, that would be bad," Bart agreed with a nod that tried for serious but
actually came off more like he thought Kon was being an idiot again.
Tim turned at stared at them both with one eyebrow raised. Kiran giggled and
nudged Tim who blinked at her in surprise while Cassie just sighed and shook
her head at Kon's theatrics. None of them seemed to be taking Kon's complaints
seriously, but then they weren't taking Gar or Bart's complaints seriously
either so it was more or less okay.
"You're really a virgin?" Kiran asked as if it was something to admire.
"No, of course not," Tim replied. He laughed as Bart, Kon, Gar, Cassie, Raven
and Rose all stared at him. "What?"
"You're not?" Rose asked. "Seriously?"
"Certainly not," Tim said while pushing back his cowl. "I lost my virginity
before I became Robin."
"Dude, what were you? Twelve?" Kon asked. He couldn't help but scoff at the
sheer thought of it.
"No, I was thirteen," Tim said way, way, way too calmly. "Barely thirteen, I'll
grant but I was thirteen. It was a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday
actually. I hooked up with a friend of mine for a later birthday night and
well, things got… interesting. You guys really thought I was a virgin?"
This time Tim laughed openly as they all stared at him. He looked so amused by
their stares that he was practically grinning at them. And Tim never grinned!
Kon tried to find something to say to the complete impossibility of that but
nothing was coming out other than little squawking noises that he snapped his
mouth shut on. Rose was staring nearly as bad as Kon was. She pushed her mask
off and glared at Tim in that 'about to stab you' way that made people who
weren't crazy Bat boys very, very nervous.
"Then why didn't you return my kiss?" Rose asked suspiciously.
"I never get involved with other heroes," Tim said reasonably. "In my opinion,
relationships between heroes disrupt proper crime fighting especially on teams.
I only date non-heroes."
"And have sex with them," Cassie said so accusingly that Kon had to wonder if
she'd had feelings for Tim too, once upon a time.
"Of course. That's part of being in a relationship," Tim said. This time he
shrugged. "Granted, I can't be honest with them but it is just sex for the most
part."
"I do not understand how that could work," Raven said. She sounded entirely too
thoughtful, as if she was trying to figure out how to do the same thing.
The others headed off into the Tower, Tim explaining his policy of never, ever,
ever, no matter what having sex or even flirting with his fellow heroes while
Kon stood there and tried to get his brain to work again. He didn't think it
ever would.
Tim wasn't a virgin.
Tim had sex, possibly lots of sex by the sound of it.
Tim had lots and lots of sex but he wouldn't ever let Kon touch him, wouldn't
flirt with him, wouldn't kiss him, wouldn't fuck him no matter how much Kon
begged or pleaded or anything.
His brain fuzzed out at the thought of Tim making moaning sounds while someone
(not Kon!) stroked his cock or nibbled on those nipples or God, slowly and
thoroughly fucked him through the mattress. Or, or, he could be having sex with
girls. Tim had that girlfriend, the Tam lady. He could be holding her down,
kissing her and caressing her breasts before…
Kon's knees shook at the sheer thought of Tim having sex with Tam, Steph,
anyone. It made his stomach turn flips and his brain was definitely dribbling
out of his ears. There was just no way that anyone could be coherent after
finding out that Timothy Drake, Red Robin, was getting some. Maybe more than
Kon was, lately.
And Kon couldn't hit that, no matter what he wanted.
"That so sucks!" Kon groaned. "That's not fair!"
He followed the others, floating so that he could see over the others'
shoulders as they all headed for the locker room to switch back to civies. Kon
nearly fell out of the sky when he realized that the marks on Tim's shoulders
weren't bruises from combat. They were hickies.
Tim had hickies all over his shoulders, not where they could be seen when he
was wearing clothes, but lower down and across his shoulder blades. And those
marks on his back had to have been from a whip but now that Kon was thinking
about it he realized that no whip was going to get through Tim's armor. He did
all but crash to the floor when he realized that the bruises around Tim's
wrists couldn't have come from being tied up by some bad guy the way that he
thought. Those weren't rope burns. The neat bruises circling Tim's wrists had
to have been from Tim being tied up with cuffs or something similar. Kon had
seen those with that one really hot freaky chick back in Hawai'i.
"Are you okay?" Bart asked as Kon picked himself up.
"Yeah, fine," Kon said. "I'm… gonna go get something to eat."
"Oh cool, I'll come with you," Bart said. "I'm starving."
The look that Bart threw over his shoulder at Tim, who was back down to boxers
and those whip marks went all the way under the boxers and down the backs of
his thighs, made Kon think that he was in the same boat as Kon. Bart hurried
(not quite ran) while Kon flew. The kitchen was blessedly empty, which let Kon
groan and lightly smack his head against the counter a couple of times.
"He's…"
"I know!" Bart agreed. "And he doesn't…"
He waved his hands as if someone had just shown him a stash of the best
chocolate ever and then refused to share it.
"Share," Kon finished for Bart. "It's not fair! I mean, come on, even Cassie
looked like she wanted to hit that."
"So bad," Bart agreed with a heart-felt groan and deeply, deeply appreciative
look. "That would be…"
"Really hot," Kon agreed. "And we don't get to touch."
They both groaned. By the time the others came in they'd managed to cut the
whining off though they shared a deeply unhappy look when Tim came in with Rose
and Cassie still questioning him about his past sexual exploits which, yes, did
include girls and guys. The way Tim talked about his First, who Kon was pretty
convinced should be thrown in prison for life, made Kon want to smash things.
"No, it was just one of those things," Tim laughed at Cassie's pretty openly
hostile question about his First. Caps totally justified in Kon's mind. "We'd
been friends for years. I like him. He liked me. We were playing video games
and just… well, things went sideways after the third time I beat him. We were
both kind of surprised by it but enjoyed it quite a lot. I still see him from
time to time."
Kon had to turn around so that he didn't let Tim see his glare. Yeah, whoever
that First was had totally taken advantage of Tim. Bart met Kon's eyes with a
glare that probably matched Kon's. They nodded at each other. Whoever that
First had been, he had to have messed Tim up. It was up to Kon and Bart to make
sure that Tim didn't do something stupid because of it.
He totally wasn't going to admit even to himself that it was pure jealousy
driving him. Nope. Kon was Tim's best friend. Best friends looked out for each
other and if there was anything that needed looking out for, it was definitely
Tim's more active than Kon had thought sex life.
Yeah, he was just taking care of Tim. That's all.
Tim did the sidelong look and smirk at Kon when he turned back around. Kon
jerked and swallowed down the desperate whine that wanted to erupt from his
throat.
He was so freaking doomed.
+++++
"Who could it be?" Bart mused while speed-eating his way through the stack of
snacks that Ma had gathered up for them.
"I don't know," Kon complained. "Seriously, got no clue, dude. Tim never talks
about his normal friends to me. Sure, he'll mention Tam from time to time but
only when he's talking about whatever crazy ninja thing she's complaining about
lately."
Bart paused and looked at Kon with an expression that looked just like Krypto
when Kon scolded him for being a bad dog. "He doesn't share anything, does he?
We're just… convenient people to fight with, not real friends."
That made Kon's heart clench in ways that were getting way too familiar since
last weekend. He'd thought the same thing a few million times. It wasn't that
Kon wanted to believe that Tim thought that he (and Bart, and Cassie, and Rose,
and everyone else) was just some sort of super-powered tool that made crime
fighting easier but come on, what else was he supposed to think? Tim never
talked to them, never shared anything really serious. It was just another
symptom of the whole 'not good enough to have sex with me' thing Tim had going.
"I don't know, dude," Kon sighed while playing with the crust of his slice of
pizza. "I mean, he says that we're his best friends in the whole world, except
for you know, Dick, but Dick is like his big brother so that's different. He
just… doesn't share much?"
"Kon," Bart said in that too smart, read an entire library, way, "he doesn't
share anything important. I was thinking about it and Tim's never told us
anything without being more or less forced into it."
Bart winced as Kon whined and let his chin sag down to his chest. It was
Tuesday and he should be studying for school tomorrow but Kon just couldn't
think so Bart had come over to take his mind off it. Taking a break was okay.
He sighed and tossed the scrap of crust to Krypto who caught it and happily ate
it.
"I know," Kon admitted. He shoved Krypto down when he floated over to nuzzle
Kon's cheek and then try and steal some of the pizza. "Bad dog. No eating at
the table. You know that."
Krypto's 'I'm a bad dog? Really?' look was just as effective as Bart's so Kon
pet Krypto's ears and then laughed sadly as Krypto flopped in Kon's lap for
belly rubs. Bart ate the last of the pizza but Kon really didn't care. He was
too upset by the thought that Tim saw them that way.
"He's just really private," Kon said and yeah, totally a justification.
"Kon," Bart sighed.
"He is!" Kon protested. "He's got that whole super-secret Bat thing going. I
mean, you wouldn't expect Batman to tell you about who he's dating."
"Yeah, I suppose," Bart said as if that was a really bad excuse, which yeah, it
totally was. "But we're his friends, Kon. I bet Batman tells Superman things."
"Dude, I can honestly tell you that Batman does nothing of the sort," Kon said
with complete and total sincerity. "Hell, the last time I talked to Supes he
spent half the visit complaining about how Bats keeps secrets like the fate of
the world rests on no one knowing that he actually enjoyed the lunch he had
yesterday. Even piddly shit is treated like it's a world-beating secret."
Bart blinked and then started snickering. Kon grinned at him and pretty soon
they were both laughing and Krypto yipped and zipped around the room before
settling into Bart's lap for super-speed belly scritches. It wasn't what Kon
really wanted (which was Tim, naked, licking of abs and lots of moaning, just
to start with) but at least Bart understood why Kon was getting just a teeny,
tiny little bit obsessed with Tim's sex life.
Kon found himself listening in on Tim when he should have been paying attention
to school or chores or homework. It was seriously fucked up but Kon couldn't
stop himself. Tuesday night wasn't too bad. Tim went out and patrolled, got in
a few dozen fights but Kon was patrolling Smallville too, so it was no biggie.
Wednesday was a different matter. Tim didn't go out patrolling. He met Tam and
they went out to dinner at what sounded like a really fancy restaurant. They
totally had to be doing it. Kon was pretty sure of that. No way was that
particular giggle came from anything other than Tam and Tim thinking about
horizontal sack time while playing footsie under the table. To Kon's relief
they didn't actually make it somewhere where they could get serious about all
the flirting that Tim had been doing, but when Tim kissed Tam goodbye it was
the sort of serious that made Kon's pants way too tight and his heart feel like
it was going to burst through his chest.
He had no clue how Tim made Tam gasp and moan like she'd just had an orgasm
when it sounded like they were both fully clothed and vertical.
"So screwed," Kon whimpered as he took himself in hand and thought about
kissing Tim that way. His imagination wouldn't quite supply all the details Kon
needed on how Tim would taste but thinking about watching Tim doing the kissing
with Tam (Cassie, Bart, Rose, fuck!) pushed Kon over the edge really quickly.
Thursday was something close to the seventh level of hell. Tim met up with
Steph and kissed her for so long that Kon was kind of worried that someone had
gagged them both what with the moaning and gasping going on. That ended up with
some very distinct squishing sounds that Kon knew way too well from having
fingered Cassie until she came her brains out. That was at like nine in the
morning. They spent a couple of hours talking about absolutely nothing serious,
switched into costume, beat up some bad guys who were trying to rob a bank
close to Steph's school and then completely blew Kon's brain by going in what
sounded like an alley for Steph to give Tim a blow job to end all blow jobs.
"How come she's an exception?" Kon complained to Bart over the phone later that
night. "Why does Steph get to have him when she's a hero?"
"Um, well, they did get together before they knew about each other's secret
identities. I think. Maybe," Bart said way too reasonably for Kon's (seriously
horny and frustrated) mood. "That might be why."
"It's still not fair," Kon complained. "I mean, if he makes one exception, why
can't he make another one? Or two or three?"
"I'll ask him," Bart said as if he'd just decided something incredibly
important.
"Ask him what?" Kon asked even though he was pretty sure that he knew what it
was.
"If he would make an exception for me," Bart said as if it was totally
reasonable. "I can ask for you too, if you want."
"Dude, I can totally ask him myself," Kon huffed. "Come on, I'm not totally
pathetic."
Bart laughed and then apologized really quickly as something blew up in the
background. He hung up before Kon could tell him to go take care of whatever it
was. Kon frowned at the ceiling of the barn. Maybe Tim would make an exception
(two, he totally needed to make at least two exceptions, one for Kon and one
for Bart).
Unfortunately, Kon kind of thought that it wouldn't be that easy. Tim wasn't
the sort to give up on a decision he'd made just because someone asked him to.
Heck, he'd gone around the world and fought ninjas and all sorts of crazy shit
to get proof that he was right when everyone thought he was completely nuts,
just so that he could prove that Batman wasn't dead.
Friday dragged so slowly that Kon was convinced that there was a villain
somewhere messing with time. Tim spent the day switching between doing
volunteer work for some shelter thing he had going in Gotham and calling a
billion different people for Wayne Industries. He sounded completely and
utterly frustrated by the time his day was done about three hours after Kon's
day was done. Kon figured that Tim would go home, collapse on the couch for a
while and do computer work but he didn't.
"Hey," the guy on the other end of the line said when Tim called him. "Haven't
heard from you in a while."
"I know," Tim said apologetically. "I've been way too busy lately. Do you think
you can come over?"
"Oh, that sort of busy, huh?" the guy laughed. "Sorry, no can do. I can make it
on Wednesday if you'll last that long."
Tim sighed as if Wednesday was way too long to wait. It took Kon a second to
realize that this was totally one of the people Tim fucked, maybe one of the
ones who gave him all those marks and stuff. The urge to fly out there and
pound whoever it was on the line was so bad that Kon actually floated for a
moment but then Tim chuckled ruefully.
"I suppose so," Tim said. "I would have loved to see you tonight but I can make
it until Wednesday. It's just been a really long week."
"Mmm, so what are you wearing?" the guy asked in that tone of voice. "You are
at your new place aren't you?"
"Yeah," Tim said and all of a sudden his voice was breathless and needy. "My
charcoal gray suit. The pale blue shirt. Red tie."
"Take that tie off," the guy ordered and man, that was the sexiest damn order
that Kon had ever heard. Kon's cock was getting hard and he wasn't even part of
the conversation.
There was a slithering sound that had to be Tim pulling off his tie and setting
it aside. "It's off."
"Open your shirt," the guy said, still in that scarily sexy intense order
voice. "All the way."
Kon collapsed back on the couch, his cheeks burning and his pants so tight that
he thought that he might be losing circulation to his cock. He could totally
hear every button as Tim opened it. Tim's breath sped up as he opened his
shirt. To Kon's dismay Tim's mystery lover laughed at the way Tim moaned once
his shirt slide to either side.
"Pinch those nipples," the guy said. "Do it hard, Tim."
"Oh!" Tim gasped so loudly that Kon jerked and cursed at himself while pacing
and putting his hands over his ears.
This was so wrong, not just that Tim was willing to have sex with anyone but
Kon but that Kon was listening in like some cheap peeping tom. He shouldn't do
this. It was wrong, way wrong, out of line, like whoa wrong. By the time Kon
had cursed himself out and recited the national anthem and then tried to turn
on music that faded out in favor of hearing Tim gasping as he jacked himself
for his lover, Kon knew that he was completely screwed at an unheard of
epically screwed level.
"That's my boy," the guy crooned as Tim moaned and stroked himself and made the
sexiest little whimpers that Kon had ever heard. "Love listening to you, Tim."
"Oh, oh God," Tim panted as if he could barely breathe and couldn't think.
"That's it, hard, do it hard! Now!"
"Yes!" Tim shouted as he came.
Kon's knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor of the loft. Tim and his
lover murmured something sweet to each other than Kon really, really, really
didn't want to hear but couldn't stop listening to. Once Tim hung up he sighed
as if he felt a hundred percent better. As nice as that was for Tim, Kon kind
of felt like shit. He was hard as a rock and felt way too guilty to jack off
after listening to Tim that way.
The next day took forever to come. Kon tossed and turned, dropping off to sleep
only to wake up from sex dreams prominently featuring Tim. Kon was pretty sure
that Ma realized that something was up but she just gave Kon a stern look as
she fed him breakfast, shook her head at him and then shooed him off to go see
the Titans. For once, Kon didn't fly there at top speed. He was kind of afraid
that he wouldn't be able to look Tim in the face. It wasn't as if Kon had ever
been any good at lying. Tim was going to see exactly what Kon had been doing as
soon as he looked at Kon.
"Who's the slow poke today?" Tim asked when Kon finally got there.
"Sorry, ran a little late," Kon said with his best effort at being nonchalant.
"What've we got today?"
From the looks he got from everyone, even Bart, Kon's efforts to look confident
and in control didn't work at all. Not that it mattered once they were out in
the field. The mission was a disaster from the word go, with practically
everything that could go wrong going wrong in spectacular ways. Kon spent the
next thirty-six hours working desperately to make sure that 1) he didn't die,
2) none of his team mates died, and 3) that they all got back home intact. He
let Cassie and Tim worry about stopping the bad guys and catching them.
By the time they got back to the Tower and into the showers, Kon was so tired
that he didn't even care that Tim was stripping. All Kon wanted was to shower
and collapse for about ten hours of well-deserved sleep. He stood under his
shower's spray and let it wash the grime, dust and goop off because he was just
too tired to use the soap.
Gar was done quickly. Bart of course was done fast but then he had pretty much
vibrated all the goop off. Tim took longer but he'd taken a full head blast of
the goop so getting it out of his hair had to suck bad.
"Um, Tim?" Bart asked. Kon jerked and realized he'd fallen asleep under the
shower's spray. It was starting to cool off but hadn't quite hit lukewarm yet.
"Mm?" Tim murmured.
"I know you have a rule about having sex with teammates," Bart began and whoa,
Kon was wide awake now, even though he couldn't move without interrupting what
Tim and Bart probably thought was a totally private moment, "but
IreallylikeyouandI'dliketogettoknowyoubetter."
There was a long moment that probably felt like an eternity to Bart. It felt
like an eternity to Kon and he didn't live life at super speed. Tim sighed and
shut his shower off. The sigh sounded sad and ever so slightly frustrated to
Kon who was getting way too good at interpreting Tim sound effects.
"I'm glad that you like me that much, Bart," Tim said way too fucking gently
for it to be a yes, "but I'm sorry. You're one of my best friends in the whole
world. As fond of you as I am, I don't feel that way about you."
"Tim," Bart whined and yeah, Kon could only call that a whine, not a sigh even
though there was a sigh in it too.
"I'm sorry," Tim said. There was a wet sound, like Tim had put his hand on
Bart's shoulder or something. "I truly didn't realize that you thought I was so
virginal. I'm sure that discovering it was a shock but the last thing I want to
do is make our working relationship worse."
"You don't… share anything," Bart complained and boy, there was a lot of
defiance in his voice. Kon winced and thought about shutting off the water.
"I tell you and Kon more than I tell anyone else," Tim said with enough
surprise that Kon bit down on a groan. "I've always been a very private person.
Sharing personal information is… difficult for me."
"But…" Bart's voice tailed off into a sad sigh that made Kon want to hug him
until he felt better.
"I'm sorry," Tim said and yeah, there was that 'end of discussion' voice that
Kon knew entirely too well.
Tim left the locker room. The quiet thump of the door as it shut was almost
painful to hear. Kon sighed and shut off the water before poking his head out.
Bart had a towel wrapped around his hips but he was naked other than that. His
head hung down like he was trying not to cry or something. It hurt seeing him
look so broken so Kon grabbed a towel with his TTK and dried off before going
over to hug Bart. To his surprise, Bart resisted for a moment and then leaned
into the hug.
"Got way more guts than I do," Kon murmured. "I'd never have been able to do
that naked."
Bart laughed and pulled away. His grin was way to wry but he didn't look like
was about to break down anymore.
"I thought you were asleep in there," Bart said.
"I kind of was," Kon admitted. "I'm exhausted."
"Me too," Bart said. He rubbed his face tiredly. When he dropped his hands it
wasn't exhaustion that showed on Bart's face. It was sadness and loss and the
sort of naked want that had driven Kon to listen in on Tim's life for the last
week.
"Don't give up," Kon said as he grabbed his jeans. "That's just the first no.
It's Tim. We gotta find a way to break down his logic wall. Once the logic wall
is gone then it'll be okay."
Bart blinked at him and perked up as if he liked that idea. He offered his hand
to Kon as if they were sealing a deal which Kon supposed they kind of were.
They were teaming up to get Tim to understand that he was being stupid. It was
tough job, but Kon and Bart could totally do it.
+++++
Kon first realized that Bart had joined him in stalker duties when he heard
Bart zip into Gotham, sigh while standing outside of Tim's place and then zip
back home. That was Monday. Over the course of the day Kon heard Bart stalking
Tim ninety-six times. He kept count after Bart did it twelve times in the first
half of Kon's English class. Simon caught him making tick marks on his
paperwork and gave him a curious look but Kon just shrugged it off. No way was
he explaining Tim or Bart to Simon even if they did team up to protect
Smallville on a regular basis.
That evening he heard Bart do the zip in, check and zip out another eighty-one
times over the course of chores, dinner and washing up the dishes. The kind of
sad thing was that Tim wasn't doing anything special at all. It was just Tim
doing regular work, patrol and eating what sounded like a microwave dinner to
Kon.
"Dude, he doesn't have a date until Wednesday," Kon said when he finally gave
up and called Bart.
"He who?" Bart asked but he sounded totally guilty.
"Tim," Kon said and yeah, the 'duh' was obvious in how he said Tim's name.
"How do you know he's got a date on Wednesday?" Bart asked and now he was
standing right in front of Kon.
Kon shut off his phone and shrugged. "I might just possibly have overheard him
having phone sex with this guy who I think does kinky things with Tim."
Bart quivered for a second and then sat on the couch to stare at Kon as if he'd
been holding out. His phone was still in Bart's hand, still on, so Kon used his
TTK to flip it shut for Bart. The impatient stare got to Kon after a few
seconds of reproachful silence.
"Okay, so I've been listening to him as hard as you've been stalking him
today," Kon admitted. "But seriously dude, one hundred and seventy-seven checks
in one day? Isn't that overdoing it?"
"One hundred eighty-four actually," Bart said but he was blushing as he said
it. "Give. What'd he do? Who was the guy? What's his name? How are we going to
break down that logic wall thing you were talking about if we don't do some
sort of, you know, planning?"
Kon winced and groaned. "He's totally nailing Batgirl, Stephanie. That much I
know. I heard them do that. I'm pretty sure he's doing Tam. There was this kiss
that sounded like it made her come but I don't think either of them took any
clothes off or anything."
Bart's jaw dropped open and his pants filled out a little bit, which really
wasn't much of a surprise. Kon's pants were getting pretty tight too, just from
thinking about it. Tim the secret super-stud kept blowing his mind in ways that
kind of freaked him out. Well, the whole Kon turning into a stalker just to
keep tabs on Tim was freaking him out too but Kon had been so used to thinking
of Tim as a perfectly innocent virgin who never even thought about sex that it
broke his brain to admit that Tim was the exact opposite. Well, not opposite.
He wasn't a slut. He was just… as good at sex as he was at everything else.
"He can make someone come just from kissing them?" Bart squeaked.
"Seemed like it," Kon said and yeah, he was totally blushing too. "Anyway, on
Wednesday he had a really bad day, mostly with normal stuff, not hero stuff,
and he called this guy. Never said his name or anything but he asked the guy to
come over. Fortunately for my brain, the guy said he couldn't and asked if Tim
could wait until Wednesday. Tim said yes and then they had phone sex."
"How could we have missed Tim being so, so, so…?" Bart waved his hands as his
voice trailed off.
"Sexually mature?" Kon asked.
"That too," Bart agreed.
"Don't know," Kon said. "I mean, it's not like he ever bragged about it."
"I know!" Bart huffed as he stood up and started pacing just a little faster
than normal human speed. "Tim likes showing off when he's good at something.
He's always telling us about whatever new thing he learned."
"But only if it relates to being heroes," Kon said thoughtfully. He stared at
the far wall as he thought about it. "It's always this martial arts technique
or that computer trick or some other weapon that he's learning to use. He never
talks about his feelings or stuff like that. I mean never, too. It's been a
week and he said more personal stuff to you than he has to anyone else,
including Tam and Steph and what's his name, the mystery dude Tim fucks."
"Really?" Bart asked with a much more cheerful expression.
"Yeah, the whole date with Tam was full of flirting but Tim didn't tell her
anything personal," Kon said while thinking it over. "Sure, he was nice and
cheerful and stuff, but he just asked her lots of questions and listened to all
the answers. Tim dodged her questions about his life like someone was shooting
at him."
Bart bounced on his toes while grinning widely. "He does like us!"
Kon burst out laughing. Yeah, maybe Tim actually did like his friends more than
the people he had sex with though Kon kind of thought that Tim had made this
totally false and completely unnecessary division in his head. Sexy thoughts
did not equal teammates. Sexy thoughts for Tim were only for normal people that
Tim had to lie to all the time.
It was whack but that was the sort of thing that Tim seemed to do. Kon was
halfway convinced that if you could draw a picture of the inside of Tim's mind
you'd have stacks upon stacks of boxes full of neatly indexed and organized
data, pictures of his memories sorted into albums depending on who he was at
any given moment and absolutely none of the data in this box would ever be
allowed into that box.
Sometimes Kon wished that he could partition his mind the same way but nope,
his mind was way too messy to separate things out like that. Kon's mind was a
pizza, all the parts were identifiable and you could pick one particular
ingredient out if you wanted to but everything worked much better as one big,
messy, delicious whole.
Bart flopped on the couch and stared at the ceiling for long enough that Kon
got nervous. It was like thirty seconds of Bart being perfectly still and that
was never a good thing.
"What?" Kon asked warily enough that Bart blinked at him.
"Just thinking," Bart said.
"I know," Kon said. "That's what I'm worried about. What? Come on, man, give."
"We gotta find out who that guy is that he's having the date with," Bart said
with his most intense, really mean this and it's important frown. "He could be
dangerous and Tim could get hurt."
"Well, it is Monday," Kon said thoughtfully. "We can probably figure it out by
Wednesday. I suppose we shouldn't just call and ask him, right?"
They both winced. Kon was pretty sure that the exact same horrified Tim look
and glare flashed through Bart's mind as went through Kon's. Just asking 'so
who's this guy you fuck from time to time, you know the one who gives you all
those hickies and marks and stuff?' was a sure ticket to Kon getting exposed to
the kryptonite that Kon knew that Tim kept on his belt, even though Tim denied
it every time Kon asked him about it.
"That won't work," Bart said with a shudder that made dust vibrate off the back
of Kon's couch.
"Yeah, bad idea," Kon agreed. "Really bad idea. Tim doesn't have that many
friends. We can ask Steph who they are… no… she wouldn't tell us. She's one of
the people he's doing. She's not going to share. Dick?"
"No, he's Tim's older brother," Bart said. "He'd tell Tim that we were
investigating him. Or he'd tell Batman."
They both shuddered at that thought. Kon considered asking Clark and
immediately discarded that idea because he really didn't want to listen to the
lecture that he'd get on stalking like he was a Bat instead of a Super. Ma
wouldn't know. Cassie, Rose, Raven and the others wouldn't know anything more
than Kon and Bart did. Tam was totally on Tim's side, obviously, so she
wouldn't tell them anything, and really, she didn't even know Kon or Bart so
why would she trust them? Especially after dealing with all the crazy ninjas
that Tim attracted.
"We can't ask anyone," Kon said finally.
"Yeah, we'll just get in trouble if we do," Bart agreed. "So we'll watch and
make sure Tim doesn't get hurt when he has this date."
"You mean, like outside his house?" Kon asked because um, yeah, Gotham and
Batman really, really, really didn't like Metas in his city.
"Well, I can zip in and out easily and maybe you can listen from outside of
Gotham," Bart said and he obviously didn't want to piss Batman off either.
"That way if something happens we can be available in case he needs us."
"That will work," Kon said much more brightly.
They talked about exactly what they'd do and how they'd do it. The last thing
Kon wanted was to upset Tim but come on, they needed to know who this guy was
and keeping Tim from being hurt was a really big deal. Kon deliberately ignored
the not very quiet voice in the back of his head that sounded like a cross
between Clark and Ma. It kept telling him that the whole idea of supervising
Tim's date was the stupidest idea that he'd had in a long time, plus it was
likely to blow up in their faces.
From the nervous look on Bart's face and the way he was twitching, Bart was
kind of nervous about the whole thing too. Bart zipped away shortly after that,
which left Kon to sit and think and wonder if they might just be going
overboard.
So Tim had sex. So what? Tim had every right to have sex with whoever he
wanted. And he had ever right not to have sex with Kon and Bart if he didn't
want to. Kon had no right to try and talk Tim into having sex with him, any
more than Bart did after having been turned down.
"But…" Kon sighed and stared at the floor for long enough that Krypto came and
peered up at him curiously. He pet Krypto's ears and smiled as the dog's tongue
lolled out happily. "He's my best friend, Krypto. I mean, I know he's
interested. He keeps giving me those looks. You know the ones where he's
obviously checking me out."
Krypto yipped as if he knew exactly which looks those were and yeah, Tim
totally was eyeing Kon.
"And I've seen him check Bart out that way, plus Cassie and Rose," Kon
continued. "It's not that he doesn't want to. It's that he's got this rule in
his head and he won't reconsider whether the rule is a good idea or not."
Krypto cocked his head and made that little questioning 'mrr?' sound.
"No, seriously," Kon told him. "He's got this thing where he can only have sex
with non-heroes."
"Mrrr," Krypto said, licking his lips as if that was a completely distasteful
thought.
"Yeah, no kidding," Kon sighed. "I mean, he trusts us to save his life but not
to kiss him? What the hell?"
The uncomfortable feeling faded away. They probably shouldn't stalk Tim but
seriously, Tim was a Bat and a stalker and he admitted openly that he'd stalked
Dick and the other Bats. Hopefully even if he got really, really mad about the
whole stalking and listening in thing Tim would understand that there was a lot
going on underneath the stalking, even if Kon wasn't quite sure how the express
it in a way that Tim would get.
It took three quarters of forever for Wednesday night to come. Tuesday was full
of battles, not just for Tim but also for Kon. Bart seemed to be having the
week from hell too. Kon only heard him checking on Tim every fifteen minutes.
He would have listened in to whatever Tim did after the crises were over but
the instant he sat down on his bed he fell asleep. On Wednesday it was a
continuation of Tuesday, with the added benefit of Simon's frogs going wild and
trying to take over the pool at school.
"You look tired," Bart said while Tim hummed while neatening up his already
neat place back in Gotham.
"Bad week," Kon sighed. "I think the guy's almost there. Tim's humming."
Bart drooped a little bit. "Tim likes him. He doesn't hum while he's waiting
unless he likes someone a lot."
"Well, maybe we can figure out why Tim likes him?" Kon suggested. "Tim's
obviously not anything close to monogamous. I've overheard him with like three
people now."
Bart nodded thoughtfully. They headed out to the suburbs of Gotham, Kon looking
over his shoulder in case Clark showed up to lecture at him. Somehow, he just
knew that Clark would hear this and do something about their little stalking
adventure. Bart scouted it out and then they moved in closer, to the roof of a
building across from Tim's place. It was risky. Batman would know that they
were there. Batman always knew. Kon was totally prepared to fly away the
instant anything even vaguely Bat-like showed up. He really didn't want to have
one of those fingers twitching on the kryptonite pouches with Batman that Clark
complained about from time to time.
"That has to be him!" Bart hissed as a beat up old car pulled up in front of
Tim's place.
The garage door opened for him which made Kon grit his teeth. Tim gave this guy
a garage door opener for his place? Did he have the keys too? Kon didn't have
keys to Tim's place. He'd never even been invited inside except for when he
helped Tim move things in and got the super-cool full tour including the hidden
part of the place including the basement with all the cool Bat toys.
"Bernard!" Tim said and they were absolutely visible through the big windows in
the front of the place. "You're early."
"You're cleaning," Bernard observed smugly. "What's up? Don't say bad week, I
already know that."
"Oh, well, a friend of mine… sort of admitted that he was interested in me,"
Tim said just shyly enough that Kon realized that Tim was acting. This wasn't
the same Tim that Kon saw at the Titans. He was meeker, milder, even held his
shoulders differently as though he wasn't a crazy ninja Bat boy who knew twenty
dozen ways to kill anyone with a toothpick.
"So?" Bernard said while curling his fingers around the nape of Tim's neck as
if he owned Tim. "Take him to bed. Fuck him silly."
"No, I…" Tim moaned and abruptly dropped to his knees in front of Bernard who
seriously fucking leered down at Tim. "He's… Bart's nice but… I'm not
interested in him that way."
"You're saying no but this is saying yes, yes," Bernard purred while rubbing
the toe of his shoe over Tim's groin. "You never get this hard for me this
fast, Timmy. If you like him that much, why not?"
"Don't… I don't want to talk about that," Tim said and God, that pout should be
absolutely illegal. Damn but Tim was sexy as hell when he pouted that way.
"Do you want him?" Bernard asked. He fisted his fingers in Tim's hair and made
Tim meet his eyes. "Answer the question, Timmy. Do you want him?"
"Yes," Tim whispered and Bart squeaked so loudly that Kon clapped a hand over
his mouth.
"You made up some rule why he's not acceptable, didn't you?" Bernard sighed. He
shook his head at the way Tim blushed. "Seriously, I don't know why you do
that. You always end up making yourself miserable, Timmy."
Tim glared at him, which earned him a not very hard jerk of his hair. That
seemed to completely derail Tim's ability to think because he moaned
desperately. Bernard smiled fondly down at Tim's desperately aroused
expression, which totally included Tim closing his eyes and licking his lips
like he was dying for Bernard's cock.
"My Tim," Bernard said and oh fuck, there was actual love in his voice and his
eyes as he said it. "You really do make things way too hard on yourself. What
did you need tonight, Tim?"
"You," Tim whispered. "Need you. It's… Hard. I need it hard, Bernard. Please.
Everything's… complicated and busy and I need to be in charge all the time.
Please. Need you to take charge for me."
"Marks?" Bernard asked while caressing Tim's cheek.
"Yes," Tim said. He looked up at Bernard with so much trust and, damn it, love
that it made Kon's heart hurt. "Please."
"Strip," Bernard said. "We're going to the bedroom and I'll make it better,
Timmy. I'll make it all better for you."
Tim shuddered and stood. He started stripped just as efficiently as he ever did
at the Tower, though this time there was this thing where he watched Bernard
watching him strip. Kon's cock felt like it was about to pop through his jeans
just from watching what little they could see of Tim stripping for Bernard.
He still had his hand over Bart's mouth even though Bart was vibrating like he
wanted to run away. Kon hugged him impulsively and Bart smacked his stomach to
make him let go. Just as Tim reached to pull down his boxers there was a whoosh
behind them that included an ominously flapping cape, coupled with an 'ahem'
that made Kon's heart freeze in his heart.
When he and Bart turned around Superman was floating there, glaring at them
both with his arms crossed over his chest. He had on the 'so disappointed in
you' expression that always made Kon feel like he was about one inch tall. Bart
squeaked, gave Kon an apologetic look and then zipped away.
"Don't think that he's escaping from the lecture," Superman said and man that
was definitely Supes, not Clark. "He's got one waiting for him when he gets
home. Let's go."
"But…"
Everything that Kon had been about to say died in the face of Superman's
expression sliding into Clark's 'so sorry that you feel bad but really, what
did you expect?' expression. They flew away as Tim knelt in front of Bernard
again. Kon had just enough time for one last look back that showed Tim pulling
down Bernard's zipper while Bernard crooned to Tim and told him how good he
was, how precious and special Tim was.
"This so sucks," Kon mumbled, following on Superman's bright boots while he
left his heart back on that rooftop in Gotham.
++++
"I know you know better than this, Kon," Superman scolded as they flew back to
Smallville. "You must have been spending too much time around Bart if you let
him talk you into this."
He deliberately flew slowly enough that Kon could hear the scolding properly.
Kon could tell that it was deliberate, just from the set of Clark's shoulders
under the cape. Stupid cape. Made Clark look twice as wide as he actually was
and it made those little reproachful snaps as they flew like Kon deserved to be
smacked for trying to get Tim to understand that he was being stupid about the
whole no-heroes rule.
Behind them Kon could hear Tim and Bernard kissing and whoa, that was one hell
of a kiss. It made the kiss with Tam sound like nothing much at all. Heck, it
even made the Steph kisses with the fingering and gasping sound minor. He could
hear Bernard's fingers tightening in Tim's hair, hear the way Tim shivered and
groaned at every touch Bernard gave him.
Kon wouldn't have thought that Tim would want to be submissive to someone this
way but now that he knew Tim got into it, it sort of made sense. Tim was so in
control all the time that giving up control would be nice, plus Kon knew that
Batman was a control freak. Anyone who spent more than two seconds around the
guy knew that. It had to carry down to his partners and God knew Kon had
listened to Tim complaining about Batman being an obsessive control freak a
jillion times.
"You're not listening to a word I say, are you?" Clark asked as they arrived
back at the farm.
"Um, sorry," Kon admitted. "It's just… Tim, you know? He's been like my best-
best friend for ages and he's pushing all of us away. I mean, you had to hear
him. He admitted that he wants Bart, that he likes him a lot and he turned Bart
down so bad that I thought Bart was gonna cry."
"Conner," Clark sighed as he shook his head and went into the house with Kon
which meant that Ma was going to get involved in the whole discussion, "you
can't force him to do anything."
"I'm not trying to force Tim to do anything!" Kon protested. "Come on, Clark! I
just want to understand. He's making all of us miserable for no good reason."
Ma looked up from the book she was reading and raised an eyebrow at the two of
them. Somehow that eyebrow had more impact that Clark's disapproving looks or
the flutter of that stupid cape. She sighed, shut her book and went to make
cocoa which meant that she'd probably already figured out who Kon was pining
for and that he'd done something stupid again.
"Tim?" Ma asked.
"Yes," Clark sighed. "I caught him spying on Tim's date with his friend
Bernard."
"Conner Kent!" Ma huffed. "You know better than that. Kents do not do that sort
of thing."
"Sorry, Ma," Kon apologized even though he really wanted to protest that it
wasn't spying.
Except that it totally was and Kon knew it. Stalking was spying. Kon didn't
want to say it but yeah, it was seriously was. Ma put mini marshmallows in the
cocoa so she couldn't be too upset with him. She sat next to Kon at the table
while Clark changed clothes so that no one would see Superman sitting at the
dining table if they happened to visit. They both looked at Kon like they were
waiting for an explanation and obviously it had better be a really good one.
"Well?" Ma said when her patience for his delaying tactic of melting the
marshmallows one by one with dribbled cocoa failed.
"He's… It's Tim, Ma," Kon said and yeah there was a heck of a lot of defiance
in his tone of voice but come on! Tim! "He's got this rule where he'll only
date people who are non-heroes, so even though I'm interested in him and so are
Bart, Cassie, Rose, and probably a bunch of other people I don't even know
about he won't even think about it. He trusts Bart and me more than anyone else
in the whole world but he flatly turned Bart down when Bart asked if he could
date Tim. It sucks. He's not happy and the guy he was on a date with tonight
even said that he was being silly about it. He said Tim should go for it and
for heaven's sake, they're dating!"
No way was Kon telling Ma that it was more like Bernard said 'go fuck Bart'.
You just didn't say things like that to Ma. Not to mention that Kon absolutely
wasn't saying it that way in front of Clark. He had to have heard the whole
conversation given how strong his hearing was but that didn't mean Kon wanted
the profanity lecture again.
"Are we talking serious dates?" Ma asked with one raised eyebrow.
"Um, we're talking having sex right now dates," Kon admitted and then blushed
as Ma stared at him. "It's weird. Tim will be friends with heroes and he'll
trust us and tell us things he won't tell anyone else but he won't even think
about anything romantic with us. He's only doing it with people he can't trust
fully and has to lie to."
"Isn't he too young for that sort of thing?" Ma asked Clark.
"He started having sex when he was thirteen," Kon said before Clark could
answer her.
They both gaped at him so Con shrugged and waved one hand as if he didn't
understand it. Because he seriously didn't get it at all. Sex was something way
more special than that but apparently Tim didn't see it that way.
"How do you know that?" Clark asked so huffily that Kon glared at him.
"I was teasing Bart and Tim about missing going out on dates and I sort of said
that people would think I was a virgin like Tim," Kon said. "And when I said it
Tim stared at me like I was crazy. Kiran asked him if he really was, and she
seemed to think that was a really amazing thing, but Tim said no, he wasn't. He
admitted it outright. He's told us all about his sex life, sort of. I mean, not
names or anything but he told us freely that he did it the first time at a
couple of weeks past thirteen and that he's got a bunch of normal people he has
sex with. And then he turned Bart down flat but when he was talking to Bernard,
the guy he's with right now, he admitted that he actually likes Bart, cares
about him and wants to be with him but he just won't for some reason. It's
nuts!"
Both Ma and Clark leaned back in their chairs as they looked at each other with
puzzled frowns. Kon sipped his cocoa. It really bugged him. At this point Kon
really didn't think he had much of a chance with Tim but Bart did. Tim had said
that he did want to do Bart and Bart was obviously as stuck on Tim as Kon was.
It just wasn't fair that Tim wouldn't even give Bart a chance.
Clark stared off into the distance with the expression that Kon thought of as
the 'gotta talk to Batman' look. It was equal parts determination, nervousness
and fond exasperation. From the little smile on Ma's face, she recognized the
look too. She shook her head and looked at Kon.
"Do you think someone might have hurt Tim that way when he was younger, Kon?"
Ma asked.
"I don't know," Kon said as his stomach lurched and then sank right down to his
toes. "I mean, he's never said anything like that but well, he's always really
protective of anyone who's been hurt that way. I don't think I can ask him
something like that Ma."
"No, no, that's not something you should do," Ma agreed. She sighed and patted
Kon's arm absently. "That's just not a very normal way to handle sex, dear."
"Ma, he's a Bat," Kon said with just the right emphasis to make Clark splutter
and Ma start laughing. Seriously, that was a total 'duh'. Nothing the Bats did
made sense to Kon.
Ma patted his hand again while chuckling. "Point taken, dear. Either way, I
don't want to hear that you've been off spying on poor Tim, date nights or no
date nights. It's not proper and it's not the sort of thing a friend does."
"Yes, Ma," Kon said while wincing. "Sorry, Ma. I was just worried about him.
And Bart."
And himself, not that Kon was going to admit that right now. The discussion was
doing a pretty good job of distracting Kon from Tim's date but as they sat
there in silence for a couple of minutes Kon's ears tuned back into his 24/
7 Tim channel. Bernard laughed low and wicked as he buckled some sort of cuff
around Tim's wrists. Tim was whimpering desperately, begging under his breath
with tiny little gasps of 'please, please, please' mixed into the panting.
"Well, I'm sure that you have homework, Conner," Ma said abruptly. "Did you
finish that paper yet?"
"Um, not yet Ma," Kon admitted. "I've got a bit more research to do before I
finish the last part."
"Then you better get to it, young man," Ma said. "You've got to turn that in on
Friday, after all."
"Yes, Ma," Kon said.
It was pretty obvious that she wanted Kon to leave the room so that she could
talk to Clark in pretend privacy. With a family full of people with super
hearing it wasn't really private but they all humored her and pretended that a
'private' conversation actually was private.
Kon smiled ruefully as he washed his mug and then headed out to the loft. Her
conversation was going to be really private. His ears had already tuned back
into Tim and Bernard's play. It was seriously hard to listen to anything else
right now, especially with all the moaning and begging Tim was doing.
"Have you told Conner?" Bernard asked which made Kon trip up the last step and
land flat on his face.
"No," Tim admitted in a tone of voice that sounded like the single word had
been torn straight out of his gut.
"You promised that you'd tell him you want him," Bernard sighed.
There was a crack like a whip followed by Tim gasping and jerking against what
Kon thought were chains. The first crack was followed by four others. By the
end of the set of five Tim was moaning so blatantly that Kon could barely pick
himself up off of the floor.
"Did you tell Rose?" Bernard asked. Kon could tell that he expected the answer
to be no just from the tone of Bernard's voice.
"I'm sorry," Tim whimpered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Did you tell her?" Bernard repeated in a harder, more commanding voice.
"No," Tim said.
Five more whip cracks landed on Tim's body. He jerked for every one of them and
shook so badly that Kon could totally hear the chains holding him up rattling.
Bernard asked about Cassie and then about Dick, and Roy, each time giving Tim
five lashes with the whip when Tim admitted that no, he hadn't said that he
wanted to be with them.
Kon shivered at the thought of Tim panting and whimpering while getting beaten
for not admitting he wanted his teammates. Why the heck did Tim refuse to act
on his feelings? It wasn't like any of them would say no. Heck, Kon was pretty
sure that Dick would be all over Tim if he had even the slightest hint that Tim
was interested. From what Kon had heard through the grapevine Roy would be more
than happy to Dom the heck out of Tim if he wanted it.
"Bruce?" Bernard asked.
"I can't!" Tim protested. "I can't. I can't tell him, Bernard. Can't."
"Why?" Bernard asked while rubbing his hand over Tim's back in a way that made
both Tim and Kon moan and shudder. Kon could literally hear when Bernard's hand
brushed over one of the welts on Tim's back.
"He's… my adopted father," Tim panted. "My friend. Older than me. He's not… I
can't, Bernard!"
There was a whisper of sound like Bernard had pressed a gentle kiss against the
back of Tim's neck. It was immediately followed by five viciously hard sounding
cracks of the whip. Tim wailed. Kon clamped his hands over his ears but Clark
was coming up the stairs of the loft with a faint blush on his cheeks as if he
couldn't help listening too.
"Clark?" Bernard asked and Clark totally stumbled on the last step just like
Kon had.
Clark and Kon exchanged stunned looks as Tim whimpered and jerked against the
chains.
"Tell me, Tim," Bernard ordered.
"No," Tim whispered. He gasped as Bernard's hand smacked against Tim's ass and
made the chains holding Tim jerk. "No. Haven't. Haven't told him."
Five more lashes of the whip had Tim sobbing. Kon scrubbed his face with his
hands as Clark came and sat in the chair opposite to Kon's couch. When he
stopped hiding behind his hands Clark had the same sort of stunned expression
on his face that Kon thought must be all over his face. They listened in
silence as Bernard murmured soothing things to Tim while apparently pulling on
a condom and slicking Tim up.
"You deserve love, Tim," Bernard said and grunted like he'd just thrust into
Tim as hard as he possibly could.
"No," Tim moaned as if Bernard was saying completely crazy things.
"You do," Bernard insisted. "You deserve to be loved and cherished. You're a
good person, a good man. You make the world better every single day. Everyone
should give you the love you need."
Tim kept protesting but he was obviously protesting Bernard's praise way more
than he was protesting the really hard sex that Bernard was giving him. By the
time Tim and Bernard came Kon thought that he was going to cry from the sheer
frustration and confusion. Clark groaned and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why's he denying himself?" Kon plaintively asked Clark as if he could explain
it. Kon didn't think that Clark knew but he had to ask. Somebody had to know.
"Why doesn't he think he deserves to be loved and with people who actually know
and care about him?"
"I don't know, Kon," Clark sighed. "That… wow. Um. I think I will go talk to
Bruce about this."
"Dude, seriously, don't tell him Tim wants him," Kon said warningly.
Clark laughed and nodded as he blushed even harder. "No, I won't do that. I
know better. Bruce… runs away from intimacy. Especially this sort of intimacy."
Kon nodded and then shivered as he heard Bernard taking the cuffs off of Tim.
It sounded like there were cuffs on his wrists, ankles, thighs and maybe neck,
which whoa, Tim in a collar absolutely blew his brain out of the sky. Clark
stood and nodded to Kon before speeding away with a blush that was so bright
that he looked like a neon sign.
Once Clark was gone, Kon collapsed on his couch and stared at the ceiling. This
really, seriously, did not make sense, not one tiny little bit of sense. From
the sound of things, Bernard had carried Tim to the bed and was now cuddling
him while running his fingers over the marks on Tim's back. Kon wanted to jack
off really, really badly, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The
whole situation was way too fucked up for Kon to get off on it.
"You're so stubborn," Bernard said to Tim in a fond voice that had just enough
exasperation that Kon kind of thought he liked Bernard after all. "Why do you
deny yourself good things? No, don't answer that. Let me guess. Your mother
always told you that you had to earn it and she's gone, your dad is gone, your
life is empty and meaningless. You don't deserve what everyone wants to give
you."
"I don't deny myself," Tim grumbled and wow, that was totally a Robin growl.
"You're seriously going to claim that after I just whipped you for being in
love with people and refusing to tell them?" Bernard asked. "Do I have to get
out the riding crop? When's the last time you had ice cream?"
Kon blinked at the nonsequitor and then grinned as Tim squirmed and Bernard
laughed. It sounded like he hugged Tim tightly because Tim struggled for a
second and then sighed as if every bone in his body had just gone liquid.
"So?" Bernard asked.
"The last time you visited," Tim admitted with just enough shame and amusement
that Kon grinned at the ceiling.
"Tell me the same pint isn't still in there," Bernard groaned. "It'll have
evaporated away."
Tim snorted a laugh and shook his head against Bernard's shoulder. "No, I
bought fresh ice cream. Double Chocolate Fudge Swirl with Caramel and Nuts."
"Ooo, I think there must be eating of ice cream along with the cuddles,"
Bernard said with enough delight that Kon laughed with Tim.
They got up from the bed and headed into Tim's kitchen, both of them naked Kon
thought. He sure as heck didn't hear them pull any clothes on. He could hear
Bernard touching Tim, stroking his back, his arm, bumping his shoulder or hip.
It made Kon realize that Tim didn't even allow himself to touch anyone.
Everyone Kon knew, definitely including Kon, respected that physical reserve
Tim had, but Bernard didn't. He just reached across that gulf of personal space
Tim kept and touched him.
"You're good for Tim," Kon mused as he got up and pulled out his history books.
"Really good for him, Bernard."
He still had no idea how to handle the whole issue of Tim wanting people and
flatly refusing to have anything to do with them, especially given that the
people he wanted the most appeared to be the people he trusted the most. It was
so backwards from what Kon thought was best that it just didn't make any sense
at all. Kon would have called Bart but he knew better than to do that after
having gotten a scolding.
Still, he'd have to tell Bart about the whole litany of people Tim wanted and
wouldn't touch when they got together again. It wasn't fair for Kon to know and
Bart not to know. Either way, he really needed to try and stop listening to Tim
all the time, not that Kon thought that he was going to have much success about
that.
"I should be happy he has someone who cares about him so much," Kon muttered as
he tried really, really hard to focus on his history paper and not on Tim and
Bernard eating ice cream and laughing together. "I should."
Kon wasn't happy at all.
It was twisted and wrong and bad but he wanted Tim. He wanted Tim more now that
he realized that Tim really did like Kon, really did want to be with him. The
fucked up mess that Tim had made of sex in his mind confused Kon badly enough
that he had no clue how to take the next step. When they got together on the
weekend Kon wasn't going to be able to look Tim in the face but Kon still
wanted him.
"I am so freaking screwed," Kon groaned as he let his head rest on the history
book. "I have no clue what to do now. Tim, why do you make things so hard?"
+++++
"Slime," Cassie complained as they squelched into the locker rooms. "Why did it
have to be slime?"
"This is really revolting," Kiran agreed.
They were all covered in slime, nasty yellow-green slime that stuck to
everything and felt like it wouldn't come off without ten tons of hot water and
the special soap that Victor had come up with a few years ago. The smell was
unreal though Kon's nose was kind of used to it by now. Kon felt like he had
something close to fifty pounds of slime slowly drying on his body. He didn't
dare say anything, no matter how much he wanted to complain about this mission,
because he had enough slime dripping down his face that he might swallow some.
No way would Kon do that after Rose had gotten some on her tongue and spent the
last hour throwing up, even in the middle of the battle.
She was in the infirmary with Gar and Raven even though they were all covered
with the slime too. Bart tried to vibrate some of the slime off and had to stop
when everyone yelled at him for flinging it around the locker room. They
schlepped into the showers, girls and guys all together in the boys' locker
room so that there was less cleanup to do, and set to getting clean.
"So gross," Cassie complained as she tried to strip her uniform off and found
it stuck to her body.
"Cold water," Tim suggested. "Hot water's making this stuff foam in very not
good ways."
Kon groaned along with the others and turned his shower to cold. It seemed to
work pretty well, sluicing the slime off of his face so that he could finally
gasp a full lung of air. He spent a little while getting the slime out of his
hair and off of his chest before turning around and freezing.
Tim's suit was on the floor behind him and he had whip marks all up and down
his naked back.
He could see the sets of five, totally see which ones went together. Up on
Tim's left shoulder was one set of five marks. On the right was another set of
five. They went in ranks down Tim's back, across his butt and down the back of
his thighs which had bruise marks from how hard Tim had struggled. There were
bruises around his wrists and ankles as well, which pretty much shut Kon's
brain down entirely.
Each one of those sets of whip marks had a name. Every one of them meant that
Tim loved someone and wouldn't let himself tell them. Kon turned back around
and slowly stripped off his shirt and shoes while trying to find anything to
say that didn't involve either yelling at Tim for being a total moron or
hugging him while trying not to cry that Tim hurt himself that way.
"Oh wow," Bart breathed. "Those are whip marks, aren't they?"
"Hmm?" Tim murmured. "Oh yes. I had a date on Wednesday night."
"With whips?" Cassie asked with enough horror that it made Kon want to wince.
He didn't let himself do it.
"Yeah," Tim said so calmly that it seemed to startle Cassie. "Sometimes I enjoy
BDSM, though only with particular partners and only particular practices.
Wednesday was a good night for that sort of thing."
"I think I have issues with that," Kiran said in a just creeped out enough
voice that Kon poked his head out of his shower stall to look at her. She was
blushing so brightly that she was nearly glowing but had a towel wrapped around
her hair and body so there wasn't much to see.
"Uncomfortable with enjoyment of pain in a sexual setting or with presumed
violence in the bedroom?" Tim asked.
He was still way too calm about it. Kon curled back up into his stall and
slowly continued to wash the slime off. This wasn't a conversation he could be
involved in. No way. Just could not get into this one, not when he knew what
those whip marks actually meant. Behind him, Kon could hear Bart bouncing a
little as he scrubbed the slime off.
"Um, both," Kiran said thoughtfully. "There's a difference?"
"Very much so," Tim said. "My date and I have known each other for years. He's
very, very fond of me and I'm quite fond of him as well. The BDSM is more a
matter of getting me to settle down and be calm rather than any sort of
domestic violence. Enjoying pain in a sexual setting is a matter of brain
chemistry. Violence in a sexual setting is a totally different issue."
"So you're a masochist?" Bart asked.
"Somewhat," Tim replied and then chuckled as Cassie and Kiran both made
squeamish little squeals. "Not very much, frankly. It's more a matter of
letting go and letting someone else take control for a while than enjoying
pain. BDSM is actually quite complicated and covers a great many different
practices."
"Can we not talk about this while we're sharing showers?" Cassie asked
desperately enough that Kon wondered exactly what sorts of things she was
imagining doing with Tim.
Kon sure as heck didn't want to have this conversation right now. Naked in the
showers was not the time and place for a discussion of the whip marks and what
they really, really, really meant. He stripped his jeans off slowly while
Cassie and Kiran left the boys showers. The slime had crept under his clothes
so it took a while longer to get it all off.
Behind him, Bart asked Tim about the whip that Bernard used, without admitting
that he'd been watching, what sorts of protocols they had for their play, if
there was a safe word (and yes, thank goodness Tim and Bernard did have safe
words, both of them). It took a little bit before Tim laughed that slightly
off-balance laugh that meant that he was getting embarrassed and maybe a little
aroused by Bart's knowledge.
"You've been reading," Tim commented.
"A little," Bart admitted. "After you said that you did have sex I sort of
realized that the marks had to have come from sex. So I did some reading."
"Ah," Tim said.
When Kon looked Tim was blushing and Bart was staring at him while standing
perfectly still. The stillness more than the subject matter or Bart's
expression showed that he definitely hadn't given up on his interest in Tim.
Kon's breath caught again so he thrust his head under the water to try and
ignore what they were doing.
'I can't do that,' Kon thought as the silence stretched so long that Kon
thought that he'd just shout at them to take it to one of the bedrooms. 'I just
can't.'
He hadn't had a chance to tell Bart about the whip marks and what they meant.
Kon had wanted to but Bart had been kept super seriously busy by Flash as part
of his punishment for stalking Tim and Kon had been way too busy with his
history report which turned out to be much bigger and more difficult than he'd
thought it would be.
Just about the time Kon was ready to splash both of them to get them to do
something, Tim sighed that 'please not now sigh'. Bart made a little noise like
he was scuffing one toe in the puddles in the locker room. After a second they
both laughed a little sheepishly.
"Um, dinner?" Bart asked and his voice totally broke in the middle of the word
'dinner'.
"That sounds good," Tim said nervously enough that Kon knew that Tim was doing
that twitching thing where he neatened everything up to hide the fact that he
didn't want to deal with whatever was going on. "I should clean up the locker
room."
"I'll do it," Kon said and yeah, his voice broke really badly too but it was
way better than watching Bart try and seduce Tim while Tim tried to escape
without seeming to escape.
Bart and Tim stared at him with surprise. Kon shrugged and stuck one leg out.
It still had slime on it, which seemed to do well enough to explain why he'd be
willing to take the dreaded clean-up duty. Tim and Bart both laughed and left,
which let Kon finally breathe the sigh of relief he'd been waiting for. If
there were a few tears of frustration as he finished cleaning the slime off,
well, there was no one to see it so it totally didn't count.
He could still hear Tim and Bart talking about BDSM and how that differed from
D/s and which flavor of each Tim liked best as he slowly, slowly, slowly
cleaned the locker room up. By the time he'd scrubbed every single stall and
washed his uniform, plus the uniforms of the girls, and Bart's uniform because
Tim had already cleaned his uniform and got it hung up to dry, they had moved
onto talking about safe words and stuff like that. Kon poked his head into the
infirmary because the kitchen and food were not happening with that
conversation going on.
"Got slime that needs cleaning?" Kon asked.
"You are cleaning?" Raven asked.
She was sitting beside Rose's bed. Rose looked like she'd finally fallen
asleep. Somebody had gotten the slime off of the two of them, probably Gar, but
their uniforms were lying in a corner slowly congealing into a dirty brownish-
yellow heap. Kon shrugged and carefully pulled the uniforms up off of the floor
with his TTK. They squelched and then came free with a splat.
"Tim and Bart are talking about kinky sex," Kon explained.
"Ah," Raven said and sighed.
He didn't seem to need to say anything else. Given Raven's empathy she probably
understood exactly why Kon didn't want to be there for the discussion. Cleaning
their uniforms took another half hour, by which time Tim and Bart seemed to
have settled into teasing that wasn't overtly sexual. Scrubbing the floor of
the infirmary clean of the slime took another half hour to Kon's surprise. The
stuff got hard as a rock as it dried and didn't come clean without a heck of a
lot of effort.
When Kon finally got to the kitchen, Kiran and Cassie were there with Gar who
looked like he'd barely managed to get the slime off in time. His hair was
faintly yellow-tinged. Kon grabbed some food and ate it slowly, more than aware
that the others were staring at him, Kiran with a little grin and Cassie
suspiciously.
"So why are you avoiding Tim?" Gar asked after the silence stretched to the
breaking point.
"I know who gave him the marks," Kon sighed, "and I know why. I'm not allowed
to talk about it so don't ask."
"It's not something bad, is it?" Cassie asked with enough alarm that Kon
thought she did really want Tim but wasn't going to admit it.
"Don't ask," Kon groaned while letting his head thump down onto the table.
"Seriously. I overheard it all and I just… It's not my secret, guys. I can't
tell you. It's not right."
Gar patted Kon's shoulder as if he totally understood that. Cassie ruffled
Kon's hair and then left the kitchen with Gar on her heels. Kiran sighed and
sipped at her tea for a long while. After a moment she chuckled and patted
Kon's shoulder too.
"I guess I just don't get the sex thing," Kiran said thoughtfully. "I mean, I
understand wanting to have it but he seems to have a lot of it and for not very
good reasons."
Kon raised his head and sighed. "Yeah. You're way more right than you know."
Kiran frowned at Kon as if she was trying to interpret that and figure out what
Kon was really thinking. He shrugged and shook his head no so that she wouldn't
ask. Kon wasn't going to talk about it. It wasn't his place to do that. Sure,
he'd tell Bart but that was different. Bart knew basically what was going on.
Kiran and the others really didn't.
"He isn't doing it to hurt himself, is he?" Kiran asked sadly.
"That kind of depends on how you interpret it," Kon said slowly, "and
seriously, not my secret. Super hearing sucks so bad sometimes."
"Oh, okay," Kiran said.
She patted Kon's shoulder again and got him another bowl of soup as if that
would make things better. Once she drifted out of the kitchen to do whatever,
Kon sighed and ate his food. He should probably stick around. The weekend
wasn't over. Something might come up again, though Kon really, really doubted
it. Half the city was dealing with the slime so nobody was going to cause
trouble. Kon nodded and cleaned up his dishes before heading into the TV room.
"I'm heading home," Kon announced and completely ignored the startled looks he
got from everyone but Bart and Tim. Tim looked worried about Kon as well as a
little nervous. Bart's expression was a combination of mildly betrayed and
relieved that there wouldn't be any competition. "Yell if you need me. I just
gotta get away from the slime smell."
"It is pretty bad, isn't it?" Tim said wryly. "We'll let you know if we need
you."
"Thanks," Kon said.
He ducked out and flew home near to his top speed. Ma looked surprised when he
came in but as soon as he got close she was reaching for the special deodorant
soap that Clark had gotten the Fortress to create and pressing it into his
hand.
"Shower, now," Ma said. "Goodness, what did you get into?"
"Slime," Kon groaned, "Lots and lots of slime. I'm sure it'll be on the news.
Half the city is covered with it."
"Go get clean, Conner," Ma said. "Now."
She started opening windows so yeah, the smell had to be worse than Kon
thought. His nose was numb to the stink by now. At first he'd been gagging bad.
He stuck his head out of the bathroom and asked Ma to call the others and tell
them they really needed to use the deodorant soap too. She called back that she
was already calling Clark to tell him about it.
The soap was kind of harsh, so by the time Kon felt clean his skin felt about
three sizes too small for his body. Ma had stolen his clothes and put a
different set out for him. He could hear the washer going downstairs so they
must have been stinky too. It took another hour and a half before the smell
dissipated to Ma's satisfaction, by which time Tim had called to offer profound
thanks to Clark for the deodorant soap and air fresheners he'd brought from the
Fortress.
"Short weekend?" Ma asked once Kon was done getting everything squeaky clean,
including the spots on the floor where he'd walked.
"Yeah, too smelly," Kon said.
Ma's sharp look and then sad sigh told him that she'd seen straight through
Kon, but then Ma always saw straight through him. She wrapped him up in a hug
that made Kon want to whimper. He didn't. Instead he went out to the loft and
lay on the couch with Krypto lying on the floor next to him, snoring away.
Back in the Tower Tim sighed and flopped on a bed, certainly his bed. Kon
wished that he could shut his ears off. Seriously, right now it just hurt
listening to Tim all the time. He wished Bart all the best in breaking down
Tim's stupid rule about heroes but Kon just couldn't do it, not after listening
to Tim with Bernard.
"I don't get you," Kon whispered to Tim even though there was no way for Tim to
hear him. "I know you want us. Why won't you even give us a chance?"
Krypto raised his head and looked at Kon. When Kon waved his hand at Krypto he
sighed and flew out the window. Back in the Tower, Tim picked something up and
inhaled deeply. It took a second for Kon to realize that Tim couldn't be in his
room. If it had been his room, Tim would have been puttering around, cleaning
or typing on his computer or going to bed.
"Are you in my room?" Kon asked, half sitting up in surprise.
"Kon," Tim murmured while rubbing his hands over what had to be one of Kon's
shirts. There was a little hitch as his fingers went over the edge of the 'S'
printed on his shirt.
"Oh my God," Kon groaned. "This is so not fair! How come he gets to pine over
me and I have to be all noble and everything? This sucks!"
Kon put his hands over his ears but that didn't do a thing to block the sound
of Tim stroking the shirt and then the sound of Tim's fingers sliding over
flesh. His skin. Tim's skin. Tim's skin that Kon absolutely wasn't allowed to
touch because of Tim's stupid rule.
"You are not jacking off on my shirt," Kon whined. "No way! Bart's right there,
Tim. He's right there and he wants you and I'm way over here in Smallville. Why
would you go for the person you can't have?"
Tim's breath hitched and the sound of fingers on skin suddenly got slippery
sounding, like Tim had gotten some lube. There was no way in the world that Kon
could resist palming himself. As fucked up as this was, Tim was masturbating
while thinking about Kon. No freaking way could he resist the thought of
jacking off at the same time. It was probably as close as he was going to get
to Tim because Kon just could not figure out how to explain to Tim that he was
hurting himself, plus he was hurting Bart and Kon and all the other people who
wanted him but couldn't even ask right now.
"Mmm, yeah," Tim sighed. "Oh yeah, Kon."
The sound of his hand was slow and firm, the lube obviously barely giving
enough slipperiness to let Tim's hand slide. Kon opened his pants and pulled
himself out. His lube was easy enough to get out of the desk drawer. By the
time he'd slicked up Tim was stroking faster and his breath was hitching like
he was close already.
"Tim, you…" Kon moaned and let his eyes drift shut, "you are so weird. So damn
weird. Why won't you let me touch you?"
In his mind Tim was right across the room from Kon, pants around his ankles
with Kon's shirt hanging too big on Tim's shoulders. His hearing had turned in
so tightly on Tim that he sounded like he was right there. Kon matched his
movements to Tim's, whimpering high in his throat as Tim gasped and sped up a
little bit.
It was torture, sweet exquisite torture. Tim obviously liked to draw it out. He
took it slow, building the arousal until Kon's hips were hitching and he knew
that if Ma came out she'd hear him clearly. There were tears in his eyes by the
time Tim had that going to come sound to his panting and whimpers.
"Kon!" Tim's shout as he came was strangled, as if he was afraid that someone
might hear him.
"Fuck!" Kon's shout was a lot more unrestrained and it was followed by Kon
whimpering and flopping back on the couch, panting so hard he felt like he'd
been fighting for an hour.
"Kon…" Tim sighed as if he felt a thousand times better.
"You, Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, are fucked up," Kon said to the ceiling.
"Seriously totally and completely fucked in the head. I mean, I knew you were
messed up but I didn't realize that you were this freaky and messed up. What am
I going to do?"
He got cleaned up while listening to Tim doze off on his bed. After a few
minutes Kon found his phone and called Bart. It didn't surprise him at all that
Bart appeared in front of him after one ring. Bart blinked and looked at Kon as
if he was surprised by something.
"You look horrible," Bart said. "What's wrong?"
"I need to tell you about the rest of Tim's date with Bernard," Kon said as he
rubbed his face. "Seriously, there's just so much you need to know."
"Um, is that why you left?" Bart asked. He sat opposite Kon and studied him
carefully.
"Yeah," Kon said. "Tim… Man, we really got to figure out what to do about him.
Tim is so fucked up."
Bart frowned and leaned his elbows on his knees. "Tell me. Maybe we can figure
out what to do if we work together."
"Hope so, man," Kon said. "I really hope so. This is so fucked up."
Kon settled back and started telling Bart about Bernard and what Tim had
admitted to while being whipped. It felt good to get it out, anyway. Maybe they
wouldn't figure anything out but Kon knew that Bart would commiserate with Kon
at very least. And if they were lucky they might find out how to get Tim to
stop being such an idiot.
+++++
"I did not listen to Tim with Steph," Kon chanted to himself as he flew to the
Tower. "I did not listen to Tim with Steph. Did not. Nope. Absolutely did not.
No listening to hugs and eating her out and making her come so hard she
screamed. Multiple times. Nope, never happened."
Kon didn't think that telling himself that it hadn't happened was going to make
one damn bit of difference once he was in the same room with Tim. Wednesday had
been another of Tim's date nights, this time with Steph who'd shown up at his
place with enough potato chips, cheese spread and soda pop that had made Tim
shudder so hard that Kon had heard his teeth rattle.
He'd sort of expected a movie night with that sort of food but nope, Steph had
immediately dragged Tim off to the bedroom and stripped her clothes off while
Tim laughed at her. There was something seriously wrong when Tim knew more
about how to make a girl come her brains out than Kon did but then maybe it was
because Tim and Steph had been dating (and fucking) for years now. By the time
Tim actually used his cock Kon had already come twice and he'd lost track of
how many orgasms Steph had had.
Not to mention the fact that she'd actually gotten Tim to eat junk food. Kon
had no freaking clue how she'd managed that, other than she hugged Tim even
when he squirmed and refused to let go until he admitted that he liked her,
liked the hugs and would eat something bad just for her. As Kon landed he
realized that Tam did the same thing in her own way.
All three of the people that Kon had overheard Tim with flatly ignored Tim's
personal space and touched him at will. Tam played footsie under the table in
the restaurant. Bernard just touched and touched and touched, completely aside
from the whipping and stuff. And Steph had literally tackled Tim and hugged him
so hard that Tim squeaked and then laughed out loud.
"Hey," Bart said, zipping up in front of Kon with a curious expression.
"Steph, junk food and whoa, I have no idea how Tim got that good with his
fingers and tongue," Kon said while blushing brightly. He didn't even need Bart
to ask to know what Bart wanted to know.
"Wow," Bart said, startled. "Really?"
"Mmm-hmm," Kon said. "And um, all three of them touch him a lot. You might try
that."
"You're not going to try?" Bart asked, surprise written all over his face and
posture.
"Ummmm, eventually?" Kon said and blushed even harder. "I mean, seriously dude,
I gotta stop popping wood the instant he shows up if I want him to take it for
anything other than coping a feel."
Bart snickered and nodded before zipping back inside. Kon took a moment to
think about the least sexy things he could come up with, like Batman glaring at
him with his fingers on the kryptonite pouch, or the slime from last weekend,
or eating cold green bean casserole. It worked a little bit to calm him down
but the instant he walked into the monitor room where everyone else was and saw
Tim every bit of his control went away.
Tim had pushed back his cowl and his hair was all messy and flopping in his
eyes while Bart oh so casually leaned against Tim's shoulder. You wouldn't
think that Tim was responding to the touch because it didn't show in his eyes
or face or even his voice but Kon could hear the way his stomach churned and
his heartbeat had sped up a little bit when Bart first touched him. It was
seriously just fucked that Tim had so much control of himself that he could
keep his heart rate calm and expression when he was excited by Bart's
attentions.
"So far," Tim said and fuck, fuck, fuck, he looked straight at Kon as he talked
to everyone, "there doesn't seem to be anything going on. The cleanup from last
week is mostly done but there are some areas that are still somewhat pungent."
"We are not helping with that," Cassie said so firmly that it should have made
Kon grin like everyone else. He was too busy trying not to pop wood as Tim
continued to stare at him.
Rather than meet Tim's eyes and get a seriously obvious erection, Kon stared at
the monitor with his arms crossed over his chest so that he wouldn't clamp his
hands over his groin. None of the others seemed to notice that his pants were
too tight but Raven had to know and Tim had his super Bat observation powers so
he probably knew too. As Cassie and Tim discussed what potential problems they
might have this weekend and Gar buzzed around the room in hummingbird form,
Bart kept on leaning on Tim's shoulder as if he had every right to.
Tim didn't shrug the arm off or lean away from Bart. If anything, he leaned
ever so slightly into the physical contact.
Kon swallowed hard and slipped out of the room as the others talked about
whether or not they wanted to go out on patrol or stay in because of the
continuing smell hanging over the city. So far the vote seemed to be stay in
and go out only if called. For once Kon wished that they could go out. He'd
have so many more distractions from obsessing about Tim if they went out. When
he ducked back into the monitor room for the final vote, Tim's eyes narrowed as
he looked at Kon.
"I don't mind going out and doing a quick circuit," Kon said and shrugged when
Gar stared at him like he was nuts. "It's been a long week. Getting out would
be good."
"Well, you can go if you want," Gar said and shuddered into a different shape.
"I vote that we stay in."
"In," Bart said firmly while curling his fingers over Tim's shoulder and making
Tim's eyelids flutter for a second.
Everyone else voted in, most of them with sympathetic looks at Kon that he
really, really, really didn't want to get. Kiran took the first watch on the
monitors which left Kon no choice but to follow the others out into the tower's
media room. Bart sat right next to Tim and deliberately tapped his toes against
Tim's ankle. The contact made Tim shiver for a moment before he got the 'I'm a
Bat and I don't feel anything' expression. Raven sighed and said something
about going to meditate. Kon just bailed out of the room and did a flying tour
of the city.
He couldn't stay out terribly long because damn, the stink was pretty horrible
in places. Kon stayed high enough that he didn't get stinky again but that left
him so high that he couldn't really do much in the way of patrolling. When he
got back to the tower Cassie and Raven gave him sympathetic looks while Gar
just rolled his eyes that Kon actually had gone out. Bart raised an eyebrow at
him and very deliberately let his fingers slide around Tim's elbow.
Tim's breath caught.
It sounded so much like when Bernard or Steph had grabbed Tim's cock that Kon
had to walk right back out of the room. His cock was so hard that he had a hard
time walking but Kon didn't let that stop him. Let Bart go first. Yeah, Bart
could handle those Tim looks and sounds. Kon couldn't. Every single thing Tim
did lately was setting Kon off so badly that he couldn't even think straight.
Behind him he could hear Tim asking Bart if he'd done something to annoy Kon.
From the spluttered replies from Gar, Cassie and Rose, every single one of the
Titans except Tim realized that Kon was head over heels for him.
"He's just a little off balance since you told us about your sex life," Bart
said with a little sigh that actually sounded sincere. "It was a shock for him.
He is a Super, after all."
"Ah."
Tim's single word of reply was so far from understanding that Kon winced and
made himself go down to the gym to practice his TTK. The monkey bars that Gar
and Tim used to practice their agility make a pretty great maze for Kon. He
spent an hour determinedly threading one of the basketballs through it every
single way possible. By the end of the hour he was sweating and his eyes were
crossed from the effort but at least he wasn't so horny he couldn't think
anymore.
After a quick towel-off to get rid of the sweat, Kon went to the kitchen. There
still wasn't anything going on in town but you never knew. Stuff could happen
anytime. He made himself a sandwich and had just pulled a soda from the fridge
when Tim walked in with Bart on his heels.
The exhaustion disappeared instantly, replaced by an acute awareness that Tim
had unzipped his uniform far enough that Kon could see the notch of his throat.
"Uh, gotta go," Kon gasped.
He abandoned his food and all but ran out of the room. It was stupid and
hopeless and God, Kon wished that he could think of something to do besides
slamming Tim up against a wall and kissing him so hard that neither of them
could breathe but he couldn't.
"Kon!" Tim snapped. "Get back here!"
"No!" Kon said and kept going.
He knew better than to go to his own room. Tim would look for him there. Any of
the others' rooms would be stupid too but Kon figured that Tim wouldn't look
for him in Tim's room. He went at super speed and sealed the door of Tim's room
once he was inside. It wouldn't do a bit of good once Tim realized where Kon
was but come on, what did a guy have to do to get some space? He froze as he
realized exactly where he was.
Tim's room.
That smelled like him.
Kon looked around and moaned desperately. He was in Tim's room and there were
computers and super-neat bookshelves and oh fuck, that was Kon's spare shirt
draped over the back of Tim's desk chair.
He'd thought that he'd have at least a few minutes before Tim found him but
just about the time he realized that it was Kon's shirt, the one that Tim had
jacked off on, the door lock opened and Tim marched in with that Bat determined
expression that meant someone, somewhere was going down. Tim frowned at finding
Kon sitting on his bed but it didn't slow him down much at all.
"What is your problem?" Tim demanded and wow, he was seriously, seriously
angry. "I understand being surprised by the fact that I'm sexually active but
this is ridiculous, Kon. I tried to give you enough room to be able to come to
terms with it but you've got to stop treating me like I'm trash because of it.
This is bad for the team and really, I thought you were my best friend."
Tim looked at Kon with a hurt, confused expression that made Kon's heart almost
break in two. He didn't get it. Even though he was like the smartest person
that Kon had ever met, Tim didn't get that it wasn't hate or disgust or
something stupid like that.
"I don't, I'm not, oh damn it," Kon groaned. "I don't know what to say."
"You could apologize," Tim huffed.
He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Kon as if he wanted to spank
Kon or something and damn, that was exactly the wrong thing to think at a point
when Kon was already exhausted, hungry, frustrated and so horny that he
couldn't see straight. Kon surged to his feet and grabbed Tim's shoulders. One
quick shove planted Tim's shoulders against the wall and then Kon's lips were
on Tim's for the first time ever.
Tim was doing something squirmy with his shoulders and hands and one foot
hooked around Kon's ankle but as Kon whimpered and kissed Tim something weird
happened. Instead of using whatever weapons he'd just grabbed, Tim moaned into
Kon's mouth and hesitantly opened his lips so that Kon's tongue could delve
inside.
Kon groaned and allowed himself to finally, finally grind against Tim's thigh
the way he'd wanted to. Their tongues met and it was almost literally like
electricity jolted through Kon. He'd had some seriously great kisses but Tim
kissed so well that Kon found himself shaking and whimpering into Kon's mouth
as the zipper on his jeans tried to hold his erection back. There wasn't much
difference in Tim's groin but Kon knew for a fact that Tim wore a cup so there
wouldn't be.
By the time Kon's head was spinning from how good it felt to kiss Tim and touch
him and God, rub against his lean body, Tim was gently pushing at Kon's chest
to try to get him to back off.
"Fuck!" Kon gasped. He backed away, all the while waving his hands and trying
to find something to say beyond the word 'fuck'. Nothing else came to mind.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, sorry, oh fuck."
He tripped over something, probably air, and fell back onto his butt in the
middle of Tim's room. Tim was staring at him like he couldn't quite figure out
what had just happened but his lips were red and a little bit swollen from the
kissing. It was way too freaking sexy. Kon whined and put his head in his
hands.
"Kon, are you all right?" Tim asked in that wary, 'did someone get into the
pollen' voice he got from time to time.
"No, sorry, I'm not, I mean yes, I am, but no," Kon groaned and made himself
stop babbling so that he could take a deep breath and let it out slowly. That
helped a little bit so he did it again and then a third time. "Sorry, I didn't
mean to. It's just that you're so damn sexy and I've wanted you for ages,
practically since we met and I only held off because you seemed to be so darn
virginal and then I found out that you're not a virgin at all. You're like the
super-stud of the team and you're having all this sex and it's hot and kinky
and why the heck won't you be with someone who actually knows you and cares
about you? Why wouldn't you let Bart or me or Cassie or Rose love you? Bernard
is so right. You do deny yourself love and I just don't understand why you do
it."
"Wait, how do you know about Bernard?" Tim asked and wow, the harsh snap was
back in his voice.
"Um, I guess Batman didn't tell you?" Kon asked hesitantly.
"Tell me what, Kon?" Tim asked and yeah, there went the arms on his chest and
the glare and why did Kon's cock have to get harder for getting glared at by
Tim? It wasn't fair!
"I ah, might have overheard you having phone sex with Bernard," Kon admitted
sheepishly, "and then um, Bart and I might have kind of sort of stalked your
date until Supes came and made us go away."
The way Tim's jaw dropped open told Kon that nope, no one had told Tim that he
had his own personal pair of stalkers. Kon was kind of surprised by that. He
would have thought that Bats would have told Tim after the whole discussion
with Clark but then now that Kon thought about it he wasn't so sure that Clark
had gone straight there to talk to Batman. Knowing Clark, he might have
chickened out and decided to do it later and then just not gotten around to it
yet.
"You were listening to me?" Tim said, so stunned that it wasn't even a
question. "And you watched me with Bernard?"
"Well, just up until you went to take off the boxers," Kon said and totally
winced at the way Tim blushed. "Dude, seriously, my ears have tuned into you so
bad that I can't stop listening to you. Even if I want to listen to something
else I find myself listening to you after a few seconds. It's whack and I just
can't stop."
Tim's mouth worked but no noise came out. After a second he stumbled over to
the foot of his bed and sat down while staring at Kon's spare shirt. His face
was so red that Kon winced and refused to look at Tim. Come on, this had to be
as embarrassing as all hell. Kon thought he was going to go crawl in a hole and
die after this.
"You… heard the date with Bernard," Tim said finally. "All of it."
"Yeah," Kon said. "Including him making you say that you liked me and Bart and
Clark and all the others."
"And… you heard me with Steph," Tim said. His voice was a little higher this
time but Kon couldn't make himself look at Tim.
"Um, yeah," Kon admitted. "That was… whoa, seriously dude. Where did you learn
to be such a super-stud? I've never heard a girl come that hard or that often
before."
"Steph's very multi-orgasmic," Tim said and his voice shook a little as if he
was either shaking or so amused that he couldn't quite stop himself from
laughing. "And last weekend's um…"
"Yeah, heard that too," Kon groaned. "Tell me you didn't do that in my room,
please."
"Ah. Well."
"Dude!" Kon groaned and collapsed back on the floor with his hands over his
eyes. "I am never going to be able to lie on that bed without popping a woody
now!"
"You like me that much?" Tim asked and yeah, he was totally laughing at Kon.
Kon sat back up and made himself look Tim in the eyes. His pants immediately
got so tight that he had to adjust them which made Tim stare at him with shock.
Instead of backing off or running away or doing who knew what, Kon bit his lip
and floated over to kneel in front of Tim and whoa, that kneeling thing took on
a totally different feel when you knew that Tim got into playing with dominance
and submission.
"Dude, I literally can't stop listening to you every second of the day and
night," Kon said and let everything he felt show. "I can't look at you without
popping wood and I hate that those whip marks are on our back because they mean
that think you can't allow yourself to be loved. You… Dude! Anything is better
than watching you and wanting and not getting to even touch you. It hurts
knowing you like me but won't do anything about it."
Tim's expression was so stunned that Kon had to kneel up and kiss him again,
this time gently and hesitantly because Kon really, really, really wanted Tim
to see how much he was hurting not just Kon but everyone else around him with
being so stupid.
'Please,' Kon pleaded mentally as time seemed to slow down. 'Please don't push
me away again!'
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Tim was still as stone under Kon's lips for long enough that Kon started
shaking. Then to his immense relief Tim's hand came up and curled around Kon's
cheek so gently that he nearly cried. Well, more than nearly but Kon wasn't
about to admit that his eyes were prickling with tears of pure relief.
After a second Tim's fingers slid back around the back of Kon's head,
tightening and pulling Kon closer as Tim's tongue slid over Kon's lips. The
obvious invitation had Kon opening his mouth and then shuddering as Tim's
tongue slid inside his mouth so demandingly that he was like a totally
different person. Or more accurately, this was the Tim that Kon knew so well.
He was demanding, in control and very, very good at kissing in the same way he
was very, very good at everything else he did.
Kon whimpered and felt absolutely no shame for shuddering as Tim's other hand
cupped Kon's cheek and tilted his head just enough that Tim's tongue could
delve even deeper into Kon's mouth. His pants were so tight by now that Kon
thought that he was going to be permanently disfigured from being confined. To
Kon's surprise, he was already on the edge of an orgasm that he tried to
resist. No way was he going to be that easy! Except that he really was that
easy. It was Tim.
"Hmmm…"
Tim's lips curled into something like a smile even though he was still kissing
Kon so well that Kon's legs were barely holding him up and damn, he was still
kneeling between Tim's legs. The tip of Tim's tongue brushed against the roof
of Kon's mouth before curling back to flirt with his teeth. For whatever reason
that was the thing that undid Kon's limited control of his body.
He whimpered and sort of collapsed back down on his heels with his forehead
resting against Tim's chest. Tim laughed and gently rubbed Kon's back while
leaning into the contact enough that Kon felt brave enough to wrap his arms
around Tim's waist. It felt so damn good to get to hold Tim that Kon whimpered.
"You okay?" Tim asked so gently that Kon had to gulp.
"Please…" Kon whispered.
"Please what?" Tim asked and this time his voice was curious. His fingers
tugged on Kon's hair gently as if he was trying to get Kon to look at him.
"Don't push me away again," Kon begged and yeah, totally was real, actual
begging but Kon just didn't give a damn anymore. "Hurts not being able to take
care of you, touch you. Hurts."
"Oh Kon…"
Tim hugged him and sort of smashed Kon's face into his chest. Instead of doing
the probably logical thing and squirming to try and get a slightly less awkward
position, Kon shifted a little lower so that his head rested up sort of between
Tim's thighs. Yeah, it put his mouth right on a level with Tim's cock, still
hidden behind the uniform and the stupid cup but Kon just didn't think he could
coordinate his arms and legs well enough to do much more than cuddle in Tim's
lap at the moment. That kiss had sort of drained all the strength out of Kon's
body, not that he minded all that much. He hadn't felt that good in years.
"Not what I would have expected," Tim observed while running his hands over
Kon's hair as if he was petting a cat.
"What?" Kon asked and totally didn't meet Tim's eyes. He wasn't brave enough
when Tim had that much amusement in his voice.
"You're surprisingly submissive," Tim said and then laughed as Kon pulled back
and glared at him.
"I so am not," Kon complained.
"You just were with me," Tim said and that was laughter in his voice and eyes.
"Not my fault," Kon said as he settled back down between Tim's legs. "Seriously
not my fault. I've spent the last few weeks getting worked into a lather by all
your kinky sex and it's just not my fault."
"Not anyone's fault, Kon," Tim said so fondly that Kon shuddered. "That's just
how you reacted. It's nice, actually. Bart's surprisingly dominant. I would
have thought he'd be submissive and you'd be dominant."
When Kon finally met Tim's eyes he was smiling at Kon in that 'what am I going
to do with you' way that was totally fond and affectionate and that always made
Kon want to grin and hug Tim. This time Kon gave into the urge to hug. To his
surprise, Tim hugged back while laughing and rubbing Kon's back.
"Not submissive," Kon mumbled into Tim's thigh while sighing happily that Tim
was actually touching Kon freely.
"Mm-hmm," Tim murmured back and man, was he ever laughing at Kon.
"Not," Kon repeated. "It's just you. You and your freaky brain full of boxes
with stuff that never mixes together and me with a pizza brain."
The rubbing hand stopped for a second. When Kon looked up Tim was blinking at
him as if he'd just been hit in the head and was trying to clear the stars
away. Kon snickered and the rubbing started back up, which made him sigh and
smile. Yeah, this was better. Not exactly what Kon had wanted but it might be
way, way, way better than what he'd been imagining all this time.
"I'll admit that I do tend to compartmentalize things," Tim said slowly and the
laughter was still lurking in his voice, "but I'm not at all sure what a pizza
brain is, Kon."
"Oh well, I figure that you've got this brain full of boxes of information all
indexed and logical and organized perfectly," Kon explained. He shut his eyes
and smiled when Tim's hand brushed over his hair again. "Nothing in one box
ever mixes with anything in another box, which is why you can say 'I trust this
person with my life' at the same time as you say 'I must never, ever, ever have
sex with this person', which, for the record, is whack."
Tim snickered and did something with his fingers that felt kind of encouraging
so Kon nodded and went on.
"Now me, I've got a brain like a pizza," Kon said, sort of proud of his
metaphor and more than happy to share it. "There's lots of stuff going on, and
a bunch of different ingredients involved. You can pick out one thing if you
want to but it works a lot better when you just accept the messy goodness.
Everything's all glued together and nothing can really be separated out without
too much effort to bother with. That's why I say 'I trust this person with my
life', and I totally do, dude, and that automatically means 'I trust this
person enough to have sex with him', which again, totally do. And totally want
to. Can't separate the two. If I don't trust someone enough to let them save me
then there's no way I could trust them enough to have sex with them."
"Oh…"
The word came out as one long sigh of surprised enlightenment that stretched it
out to about seven or eight syllables. When Kon looked up Tim was staring at
him as if Kon had just shared the secrets of the universe. Knowing Tim, Kon
might have just explained something that he'd never gotten before, what with
all the freaky boxes in his head.
Tim blinked while staring into the distance before laughing that not-laugh that
was more a contraction of his abs while shaking his head. "That actually made a
great deal of sense. I wonder how many people think that way."
"Duh, dude, most everybody," Kon said. He shifted around so that his back was
to the bed and his head rested almost literally on Tim's groin when he looked
up at Tim. Tim grinned at him. "Seriously. Bart, me, Cassie, maybe Rose.
Probably Gar and definitely Dick. Don't know about Roy. I'm one hundred percent
sure Clark does. Bats probably thinks like you do."
"You really have been listening to my life," Tim commented.
He started running his fingertips over Kon's face, tracing his forehead,
eyebrows and cheekbones as if he was memorizing the texture and shape of Kon's
face. He groaned and draped his arms over Tim's knees because seriously, if Tim
kept that up Kon thought he might just dissolve into a Kon-shaped puddle on the
floor of Tim's room.
When Tim's fingers brushed over Kon's lips, Kon smiled and kissed them, which
got him a quiet laugh from Tim. One finger pressed against Kon's lips, gently
demanding entrance. Kon shuddered and sucked the finger into his mouth and
yeah, maybe he was being kind of submissive, but really. It was Tim. He trusted
Tim.
The finger was joined by a second so Kon sucked on that one too, more than
aware of the way Tim's thighs had gone tense and the way Kon's cock was getting
hard again. He'd had his eyes shut but after a moment opened them. Tim was
staring down at him, lips slightly parted and eyes intense in a way that Kon
hadn't ever seen before.
Tim looked like he wanted to eat Kon alive, like he wanted to own him. Kon
whined and sucked harder on Tim's fingers, curling his tongue up between them
the way he used to when eating Cassie out. A breath exploded from Tim as if
he'd just been punched in the stomach. It made Kon squirm a little. He'd done
that, made Tim look that way, made him react that way.
"You are not making this easy," Tim said and his voice was so shaky that Kon
whined. He pulled his fingers away as if he wanted to say no.
"No," Kon gasped. He caught Tim's wrist to keep him from doing some tricky,
complicated Bat move to get away from Kon. "Please don't say we shouldn't Tim.
Damn it, it's not like I'm interested in a lot of people. There's Cassie,
though we're really not together anymore, and there's you. That's about it. I
mean, I wouldn't mind if Bart came onto me but it isn't the same thing. I just…
please don't. Please. Please..."
Tim shuddered. "I didn't realize that you wanted me that much."
"Dude," Kon said and there was enough disbelief in his voice that Tim laughed
again, apparently in spite of himself. "Are you kidding? My ears are tuned in
on you constantly and you're all begging and I swear you were wearing a collar
with Bernard. And there were whips and hickies and then Steph! You made Tam
come with just a freaking kiss! Do you have any idea how freaking sexy you
are?"
Tim's wrist shifted in Kon's grip just enough that Kon realized that he was
holding on too hard. He let go and Tim rubbed his wrist while frowning down at
Kon who'd twisted around enough that he could look up at Tim without craning
his neck. The look was way too intense, like Tim was seeing straight through
Kon, but Kon didn't dare turn away or blush or do anything. Tim would probably
take that as an excuse to leave and say no and no way could Kon handle that.
Not after those kisses and Tim touching him and everything.
"Sex changes everything," Tim commented as if he was discussing a complicated
mission that involved Kon's TTK and computer work plus a couple of bombs that
they had to disarm before hundreds of civilians got hurt. "I've always drawn
the line between my civilian sex life and my vigilante life because I didn't
want sex complicating things."
"Then you should have claimed that you were a virgin," Kon groaned. He let his
head thump against Tim's chest again and smiled when Tim laughed and started
rubbing the back of his neck. "Then I wouldn't have gotten you all mixed up
with sex in my brain. Pizza brain, you know. I can't compartmentalize like
you."
The little snicker at 'pizza brain' made Kon feel a little better, though not
good enough that he could raise his head and look Tim in the eyes. Tim's
fingers were still petting the back of Kon's neck so maybe he still had a
chance.
"Tim, you having sex with anyone means that you're having sex and I can't have
any," Kon continued in a low murmur. "It fucking sucks. I mean, it'd be
different if I knew you honestly weren't interested but I know that you are.
You just don't trust me enough and that… it hurts, Tim. It really, really,
really hurts."
"Oh Kon," Tim sighed.
The hug came back as Tim's arms wrapped around him. Kon leaned into Tim's chest
and kept his eyes shut because he just couldn't stand to watch the thoughts
ticking by behind Tim's eyes. He was shaking and that really, really weak
feeling was back, the bad one that made him feel like he'd been hit with
kryptonite and red sunshine at the same time, except this time it was just
because he was so afraid that Tim would say 'no, I won't do it even though we
both want it'.
One of Tim's hands lifted away and then he clicked on his comm. "Kiran, do we
have anything at all happening today?"
"No, nothing," Kiran said and Kon could totally hear her tired little sigh
without resorting to his comm. "Cassie asked the JLA if we could assist them
with anything but apparently they're just as slow as we are. We got a message
from them saying that it seems to be a quiet day everywhere."
"Cassie," Tim said, "I suggest that we call it a day. We don't get many down
weekends. We might as well enjoy it."
"Great idea," Cassie said brightly. "Let's do it."
"Pizza and movies!" Bart cheered. "I'll go get the pizza. What does everyone
want and from where?"
Tim chuckled and shut his comm off. "Well, that should keep them busy for a
little while. Move for a second, will you?"
Kon swallowed hard and shifted position so that Tim could stand up. He went
over to the door and made sure that it was properly shut, though not locked. To
Kon's surprise Tim was smiling as he hit the comms again, switching over to a
private channel.
"Bart," Tim said, "I'm going to work on figuring out what's going on with Kon.
We'll probably need pizza later but if you could wait for an hour or so to
bring it to my room I'd appreciate it."
"Oh sure," Bart said and to Kon's ears he sounded nervous and hopeful and
surprised all at once. "Normal pepperoni and sausage for you and pizza with
another pizza on it for Kon?"
"Yes please," Tim said.
"Will do," Bart said. "Good luck!"
Tim signed off with a little sigh that made Kon's stomach lurch and his cock
jerk against the zipper again. The damn thing seemed to have taken on a life of
its own since Tim told them that he wasn't a virgin. It felt like ten million
years ago to Kon even though it was only a few weeks ago.
"You really are incredibly subby," Tim laughed once he turned back to Kon.
"What?" Kon asked with just enough complaint that Tim grinned at him.
No way was Kon going to admit to anything even though he was sitting on the
floor and staring up at Tim and yeah, he was still sort of kneeling though he'd
kicked one leg out to the side because his legs were getting a little tired of
the proper kneeling thing. Tim came over and brushed his fingers over Kon's
cheek. The feel of Tim's hand on Kon's skin made him shudder.
"Incredibly subby," Tim repeated but there was so much fondness in his voice
that Kon didn't object this time even though it made him feel kind of bad.
"That's bad, right?" Kon sighed and determinedly didn't shut his eyes even
though he totally wanted to. "Because you're submissive and even I know two
submissives don't really get together."
"Actually, no," Tim said, doing that petting Kon's hair thing again. "It's not
bad at all. I'm only submissive with certain people. I'm actually a switch. I
like both being dominant and being submissive."
"Have our cake and eat it too?" Kon asked hopefully.
"Oh yes, exactly that," Tim said and this time it was his voice that got that
dark, controlling, darn near smirky tone.
It went straight to Kon's cock which promptly shorted out his brain before Kon
could ask if that meant that Tim would have sex with Kon. That didn't really
matter all that much because the 'yes' was obvious in Tim's eyes as he stared
down at Kon as if Kon was that metaphorical cake. Kon thought that Tim looked
at him as though he fully intended to make a four course meal out of Kon.
He rested one finger against Kon's lips to keep Kon from saying anything. Kon
gulped and nodded that he'd be quiet even though he really wanted to ask about
ten billion questions. That whole discussion with Bart about safe words and
what Tim liked and didn't like was echoing in the back of his brain but that
was drowned out by the sudden awareness that Tim was disarming his suit's
defenses and slowly opening it so that he could peel it back and slowly,
slowly, slowly push it down his arms and then down his legs.
"Oh God," Kon whimpered as Tim's lean, muscled body was revealed to him. Only
his boxers remained and they were quickly filling out as Tim's cock got hard.
"Strip," Tim ordered.
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Kon's brain stuttered for a second at the demand to strip, but the hot,
demanding tone of Tim's voice was paired with a slightly hesitant expression on
his face, as if Tim wasn't entirely certain that Kon really wanted to do this.
He took a deep breath and bit his lip against a sudden surge of nerves.
Stripping off his shirt made him feel like he was making himself really
seriously vulnerable in a way that was totally new, especially while still sort
of kneeling in front of Tim.
Not that he minded all that much that he was getting naked and vulnerable with
Tim, especially when Tim looked down at Kon as if he was the most incredible
thing that he'd ever seen.
He stood and pushed his pants down, entirely too aware that his hands were
shaking. From the little chuckle Tim gave, he was just as aware of Kon's
shaking as Kon was. Tim shook his head when Kon went to take off his underwear,
instead pushing Kon almost gently towards the bed.
"Um, w-what are we going to do?" Kon asked. Once he started talking he couldn't
stop. "I mean, Bart did all sorts of research and he told me a little about it,
but I really don't know much about this sort of thing. At least not with guys.
There was that one freaky hot girl in Hawaii. Um…"
"Hush," Tim laughed as he put his fingers over Kon's mouth. "We're not going to
do anything elaborate, not for a first time. I just want to touch you, Kon.
I've wanted to touch you for ages."
Kon whined, so high that it sounded like someone was hurting him. He let Tim
push him back onto the bed, scooting up so that his head was on the pillows.
Tim stood there at the foot of the bed looking at Kon as if he really was that
metaphorical cake that he finally got to eat. The connection of 'Tim', 'eat'
and 'bed' in Kon's head made him groan and spread his fingers out so that he
wouldn't tear the covers or break something.
"Hands over your head," Tim ordered. "I want you to grasp the headboard. Don't
worry, it's strong enough to handle anything you can dish out, Kon."
"Why?" Kon asked as he did as Tim asked.
"Why an enhanced headboard?" Tim said and grinned at Kon's nod. "All of the
beds in the Tower are designed to handle your and Cassie's strength. It was
easier and cheaper to buy them all the same."
Tim laughed at Kon's disgruntled look. There went his barely born daydreams
that Tim had been planning this for years, not that Kon minded all that much as
Tim had Kon lift his hips so that Tim could slide his underwear off. The little
humming noise that Tim made when Kon was completely exposed made Kon's cock
jump in anticipation.
The feel of Tim's fingers over his ankles made Kon jump and then shiver. Kon's
eyes slid shut of their own accord and that made things even more intense. He
could darn near feel the air moving over his skin as Tim's hands slid gentle-
firm up his legs. It was like Tim was trying to touch every inch of Kon's body
as he worked his way upwards. There didn't seem to be anywhere near enough time
for Tim to just touch before Bart showed up, and yet Kon felt like they'd have
all the time in the world. Time was stretching and contracting strangely in
response to Tim's hands caressing Kon's body and making him hyper aware of
every inch of skin he had.
"You are gorgeous," Tim murmured. He shifted and there was a sound like fabric
slipping away.
"Uh-uh. That's you," Kon protested even though he was smiling at the compliment
and his eyes were still screwed shut.
"Don't want to see?" Tim asked.
"I…" He had no idea how to answer that so Kon just swallowed hard and shrugged.
"Mmm, it's okay if you want to focus on the touches, Kon," Tim said and there
was a sort of deep satisfaction in his voice. "I like being free to touch
anything I want and have it be a surprise for you."
Tim's fingers brushed over Kon's abs, completely bypassing his cock to Kon's
total dismay. The dismay went away as Tim leaned on Kon's chest and then
straddled his hips. That little fabric sound had been Tim's boxers going way
because Tim's cock, his naked hard cock, settled right next to Kon's.
"Oh fuck," Kon gasped.
"Mmm, you feel good," Tim all but purred. "Ever been taken?"
"N-no?" Kon said, no, really, he kind of asked if that was what Tim wanted.
At least he sort of thought Tim knew it was a question. Kon was willing, if
kind of nervous about the idea. Hell, he'd do pretty much anything Tim wanted
as long as Tim kept rocking their cocks together and making those tiny little
sounds like he was seriously, seriously enjoying having Kon underneath him. It
was incredibly arousing to the point that Kon's cock was leaking and making
them slide together a bit better.
"Well then," Tim said as if he found that to be a perfect answer, "you'll just
have to lie there and take what I give you then. Getting rid of your virginity
will have to wait for another time."
"Tim!" Kon whined.
He opened his eyes and Tim was grinning down at him as if he was delighted that
he'd managed to get Kon to open his eyes. Tim leaned down and kissed Kon as if
he was trying to devour Kon's soul. The headboard creaked a little under Kon's
hands but it didn't give, even as Kon grunted and then gasped under Tim's
attentions.
"Told you that it could handle it," Tim said just a little too smugly. "Lube
and condoms, bedside table, top drawer."
"Um, I thought…" Kon's voice trailed off as Tim raised one eyebrow in the 'stop
being stupid and follow orders' face. "In the top drawer, right."
Kon removed one hand, squeaked as the Tim-glare went up to the 'I can't believe
you did that' level of immanent doom. He slapped the hand right back in place
and got the lube (huge bottle) and condoms (a full pack of them) out of the
drawer. Tim's glares slid into a smirk and a nod of approval.
"Those hands stay right where they are," Tim ordered and wow, that was one of
the 'the world ends if you fail to do this right, Kon' orders. "If you move
them, I stop. Everything stops."
"Not moving," Kon immediately said. "You're gonna have to pry my hands off when
we're done."
Tim laughed, took one of the condoms and rolled it down Kon's cock. He grinned
as Kon whined and started shaking again with pure excitement. As Tim started
lubing up Kon's cock his hips hitched and his breath got short and holy fuck,
Tim's fingers had this little trick on the head of Kon's cock that made him
bite his lip against the need to come right-the-fuck-now. Kon's head dropped
back onto the pillows and his eyes slid shut again.
"Love this, don't you?" Tim murmured as he stroked Kon and then startled him by
moving up and positioning Kon without any prep for himself.
"A-already?" Kon squeaked.
"Mmm-hmm," Tim murmured. "You have to just take what I give you, Kon. Your
body's mine to play with however I want right now and I want you inside of me."
Kon's breath stopped cold as Tim slowly crept down onto his cock. As he
lowered, Tim groaned and his eyes slid shut as if this was just about
perfectly, exactly what he'd been wanting for ages and freaking ages. Which Kon
completely agreed with though he was sort of stunned that Tim could just take
him that way with virtually no prep at all. It made Kon think about Bernard and
how hard he'd taken Tim, about toys that Tim might have hidden away to play
with here or at his new place, about all the other lovers that Tim had had that
Kon didn't even know about.
Tim rested his hands on Kon's stomach and then laughed. "Breathe."
Air exploded out of Kon's lungs only to be replaced by a gasp when Tim squeezed
his cock. Tim sat on Kon, smirking, rhythmically squeezing and releasing Kon.
It shouldn't have been half as hot as it was, especially since Tim wasn't
touching or doing anything other than watching Kon's face, but it was insanely
hot. Kon whimpered and the headboard creaked as Kon tried not to reach out for
Tim, not to touch him and stroke him, do all of the things he'd always wanted.
Only once Kon had tears in his eyes did Tim start moving, slowly and
methodically, as if he was trying to drive Kon completely out of his mind. His
fingers drifted up to play with Kon's nipples. That made him jerk and pant
because damn, Kon already knew he liked that. Cassie had figured that out in
their first make-out session and always was relentless with Kon's nipples.
"Oh, sensitive," Tim murmured. "Nice. I might have to try nipple clamps on you.
A tiny, tiny chip of kryptonite would lower your invulnerability enough that
you'd feel them."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Kon whimpered.
He couldn't keep his hips still any longer, couldn't stop himself from setting
his feet and rocking up in Tim's ass. Holy fuck, Tim's ass, all tight and
squeezing and making Kon make the most incredible needy sounds and Tim was
smiling at him, and then moaning as Kon's TTK began sliding over Tim's body.
"Yes," Tim said as he started to pant too. "Do that. Use your TTK, Kon. You can
touch me that way."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Kon said and God, he so meant
every single word of it.
It felt like a blessing to get to explore Tim's body this way. His hands were
safely locked around the headboard's rails and his cock was being squeezed
again, hard enough that Kon wondered if Tim had a secret red sunlight lamp in
his room because no way was his invulnerability at normal levels right now. Tim
felt super strong and Kon felt like he had nothing more than normal levels of
strength, except that the headboard was creaking in time with Kon's thrusts and
then Tim pushed hard against Kon's chest while making sexy little grunting
noises.
"Oh fuck," Kon breathed.
That was the face Tim made as he got close to coming. He'd heard those noises
before, when Tim had fucked Steph and Bernard, but he'd never been able to
imagine what Tim looked like as he got closer to the edge. Tim's eyes were
screwed shut and he was frowning as if he had this huge puzzle that he couldn't
figure out but his mouth was open and his cheeks were red. Tim's head dropped
forward as he slammed down on Kon like the fate of the world depended on their
coming.
"Can't," Kon gasped as a warning.
"Don't!" Tim snapped, his eyes flying open as he glared down at Kon. "Don't
come yet!"
The headboard really creaked this time but focusing on not breaking the
headboard gave him just enough focus to be able to hold off even though Tim was
slamming against him, making those unbelievable little grunting noises. All the
while Tim stared at Kon, panting and grunting and spearing Kon to the bed with
those hot, demanding eyes.
Kon could hear someone begging, pleading and it took a minute to realize that
yeah, that totally was his voice and God, he sounded like was so far gone but
he was gone, totally gone, gone on Tim and his hot, tight ass, on those eyes
staring through him, on the noises Tim made and then holy fuck Tim flung his
head back and hot-wet spread over Kon's belly as Tim shouted 'Now!' in the
order voice he used when they finally had the opportunity they needed to win
the battle.
"Tim!"
Kon shouted and wow, that was really loud but his brain was draining out
through his cock so Kon really didn't care how loud he was, especially since
Tim was rocking on him and still squeezing, squeezing, holy fuck, how could Tim
be that strong or maybe Kon was just that sensitive when it came to Tim.
The moment slid past and Kon was suddenly aware that he was panting like he'd
gone a dozen rounds with Match. He could feel that there were dents in the
headboard under his fingers and the bed was wet with sweat under Kon's back.
Tim laughed breathlessly and settled down on top of Kon as if he wasn't wet
with come.
"That was really quite good," Tim murmured. "I think I like having sex with
super-powered males. I'm going to be feeling that for days."
"Oh fuck, did I hurt you?" Kon asked. Tim's face was a little blurry when Kon
managed to open his eyes.
"I'm fine," Tim laughed and that was the breathless 'you are so much fun'
laugh. "I like it rough, Kon. I always have. Feeling it for days is a good
thing in my opinion."
"Oh," Kon said.
He grinned and then Tim raised his eyebrow while looking at Kon's hands clamped
around the headboard. When Tim nodded that it was okay, Kon let go. It
literally kind of felt like he had to pry his fingers loose, not just because
his whole body felt like it was made of jelly but also because he'd made some
serious dents in the headboard.
"Um, oops?" Kon said.
Tim snickered as he blatantly rubbed against Kon's still-wet stomach. That made
Kon's cock jerk a little even though he was starting to go soft. Eventually,
way too soon for Kon's cock and yet what felt like forever to Kon, Tim pulled
off and went in search of a washcloth. He made Kon lie still on the bed as Tim
cleaned them both up.
"Um, I can do that," Kon offered.
"No, I want to," Tim declared and wow, the Dom voice was back again. "Mine to
do with as I want, remember?"
"I think I like this way too much," Kon said once they were snuggled up
together. Tim had draped himself half on top of Kon, one leg wrapped between
Kon's thighs like he owned Kon outright. Oddly, Kon didn't think he minded that
thought at all.
"I think I should reconsider that No Heroes rule entirely," Tim commented.
He laughed when Kon blew a raspberry at him. Tim's fingers ghosted over Kon's
stomach, derailing all the highly insightful things that he wanted to say about
how stupid the No Heroes rule was and how much it was screwing with the team.
Not to mention that it had to be screwing with everyone else Tim knew, too. It
was really messing with Bart and Kon was pretty sure both Cassie and Rose
wanted to jump Tim's bones. If they knew how good he was with his tongue and
fingers Kon knew that they'd just tie Tim up and take advantage of him.
"Don't stop," Kon said instead because he was already getting aroused again.
"Mmm, don't intend to," Tim chuckled. "Subby boy."
"Am not," Kon complained.
"Sorry, but you very much are," Tim said and Kon could feel him grinning
against the side of Kon's neck. "I like it."
Kon felt sort of like he was glowing with sheer joy that Tim did like it
because darn if Kon had any idea how to be different. There was no way that he
could see for him to respond any differently to Tim. Tim looked at him and
Kon's brain drained out of his ears, or maybe it drained straight down to his
cock.
"You really are listening to me constantly?" Tim asked after a minute of gently
stroking Kon's cock and chuckling at the way his cock got harder with every
touch.
"Well, yeah," Kon said as he blushed brightly. "I can't stop listening anymore,
Tim. I hear you doing things and even when I try and focus somewhere else my
ears keep homing back in on you. I tried, really seriously tried, but no go. My
ears are sort of a 24/7 Tim Drake channel anymore. I'm sort of your constant
voyeur now."
Tim squirmed against Kon's thigh before shifting up to kneel on his hips. The
hot demanding look was back in Tim's eyes and to Kon's surprise Tim was panting
like they'd already been fucking for a while. Kon blinked at him and then
grinned even though he was blushing having admitted to being Tim's personal
voyeur.
"You like the thought that I'm listening to you?" Kon asked.
"Very much so," Tim said as he rocked against Kon's cock. They were both
heading quickly towards hard as a rock. "I've always loved showing off. That
you're going to be listening to me no matter who I'm doing and what I'm doing
is… stimulating."
"Uh, duh, dude," Kon said as he looked down at their cocks rubbing against each
other. "You seriously just went sproing."
Tim spluttered and laughed though he didn't stop rocking against Kon.
"Hmm, I think I need another round with you before Bart shows up," Tim said. He
grinned at Kon's happy groan. "Maybe I'll make you watch him with me, not let
you touch at all. Did you masturbate when you overheard me in your room over
the weekend?"
"Yeah," Kon said and yeah, already panting. "Yeah, I did. So fucked up but so
damn hot, Tim."
"I'd like to see that," Tim murmured in that commanding Dom voice. "Like to
watch you stroke yourself for me while I watched and played with someone else."
"Holy fuck, anything you want," Kon groaned. "Just don't decide to reinstate
the stupid rule."
Tim laughed and bent down to kiss Kon as though Kon tasted like the best thing
ever. Kon let his hands curl around Tim's hips and kissed Tim back. By the time
Tim let his lips go Kon was lightheaded and grinning and so, so, so ready for
anything Tim laid on him.
"No, I think the No Hero rule has died an ugly death," Tim chuckled.
"Hallelujah," Kon sighed happily. "It's about damned time!"
+++++
"Now," Tim said as he tied Kon's right hand to the headboard and nodded at the
relative security of the knot. "You're allowed to touch yourself. You can
stroke your erection, play with your nipples, suck on your fingers, anything
that's within reach. You are not allowed to release your right hand or break
the ropes holding it there."
"Tim," Kon whined.
He grinned at Kon just sadistically enough that Kon sort of wondered if Tim was
a closet villain. "Also, no TTK to touch me unless I say so. Think you can do
that?"
"If I have to," Kon said and felt no guilt whatsoever about pouting at Tim.
"We can do other things if you want," Tim offered but the light in his eyes
dimmed a little bit. "I was looking forward to watching you masturbate for me
but that can wait for another time if you're uncomfortable with it."
"Dude, I just want to touch you constantly," Kon huffed at him. "It's the no
touching thing that's killing me."
That made Tim laugh and blush as if he'd just gotten the best compliment ever.
He cocked his head at Kon to confirm that Kon actually was okay with the plan.
Kon nodded shyly, because yeah, he was. It really was the not being able to
touch thing that was hard. Tim was so darn sexy that Kon wasn't sure how long
he'd be able to go before he broke that rule either by breaking the rope
binding his wrist or by using his TTK to reach out and touch Tim's way too
freaking sexy body.
Tim moved across the room to get his desk chair. He nodded for Kon to start
touching himself. Kon licked his lips, very focused on Tim settling into the
desk chair while watching Kon as if Kon was the best show he'd ever seen. His
eyes fluttered shut for a moment, just from the sheer impact of Tim's eyes and
then his heart fucking stopped as Bart breezed into the bedroom with pizza and
pop.
"I'm a little early," Bart said as he came in, "but the pizza was… whoa."
Bart stared at Kon who thought he was blushing all the way down to his toenails
and then turned to stare at Tim who smiled back at him perfectly calmly even
though his cheeks were a little bit red. A little squeak erupted from Bart's
mouth and then the pizza started to fall. There was a blur of motion as Bart
put the pizza and pop on the desk and then headed back for the door.
"You don't have to leave," Tim said just fast enough that Bart didn't disappear
out the door.
"Um, you're naked," Bart said and whoa, there was some serious sadness and hurt
in Bart's voice. "He's naked. It's kind of obvious I'm interrupting."
"I wouldn't have told you to bring pizza if I hadn't wanted you to interrupt,"
Tim observed.
He stood up and wow, his cock was hard as a rock and leaking again. Bart's eyes
locked onto the tip of Tim's cock, just like Kon's eyes had. The whine that Kon
made had Bart staring at him for a second. For the first time Bart seemed to
see that Kon was tied in place and that he wasn't exactly objecting to being so
submissive.
"Kon's a sub?" Bart gasped as he stared at Tim.
"He's quite submissive with me," Tim chuckled as he caught Bart's hand and then
grinned as Bart jumped in surprise. "I rather like that. I am a switch. One of
my favorite fantasies that I haven't had the chance to live out is playing with
a Dom I trust while a sub I trust puts on a show for me."
"Oh fuck, dude," Kon groaned and let his head thump back against the wall just
hard enough to rattle the picture hanging on the wall. "If you back out I am so
razzing you forever."
"I'm not backing out," Bart huffed just nervously enough to make it obvious he
wasn't comfortable with the idea of having sex with them yet. Hopefully yet.
Bart better not back out. "I just… want to know what's going on."
"Mmm, it's pretty straightforward," Tim explained with a little smile that was
sky enough to make Kon stare and Bart lick his lips in anticipation. "Kon can't
touch me with his TTK. He's not allowed to break the ropes or untie them. He
can touch anything he can reach with his hand. I was hoping that I'd be allowed
to suck you and then have sex while I sucked on Kon's erection."
It was kind of weird how Tim changed from the dominant controlling Tim that
he'd been with Kon into someone much sweeter and milder with Bart but still
fucking sexy too. Seeing Tim look at Bart that way made a heck of a lot of
sense out of what Tim got from being with Bernard. Kon's hand automatically
found his cock, stroking it slowly and firmly, just like Tim had when he jacked
off on Kon's spare shirt.
Bart looked at Kon who bit his lip hopefully. After a second Bart shook his
head and laughed. There was a blur and Bart was naked, other than his underwear
which was tight and red and filling out quickly in the front. Kon grinned. He
really hadn't expected to be the first to break Tim's No Hero rule. All along
he'd thought that Bart would be the one to do it but doing it together, sort of
kind of, worked just fine as far as Kon was concerned.
"You're okay with this?" Bart asked Kon and whoa, it was seriously weird having
that ultra-intense expression directed at him instead of Tim.
"Well, yeah, dude," Kon said as his cock jerked in response to Bart being so
commanding at him. "Come on; if I'm not okay with it you're definitely gonna
know about it. I don't think Tim has any kryptonite in the room. I want out,
I'm getting out."
Tim laughed his breathless little 'God, I can't believe this is happening'
laugh, the one that went along with movie times with the team, trying some of
Kon's pizza with another pizza on it, or apparently, having kinky sex with his
two best friends.
"But do you want out?" Bart asked. He looked really worried, even though Kon
could see his cock clearly through his shorts and Tim was still holding Bart's
hand.
"Dude, no," Kon said because apparently Bart insisted on hearing it outright.
"I want to watch you fuck Tim silly and then having him kiss me and suck me
while you fuck him again. And maybe kinkier things later. And pizza. Gotta have
some pizza later. I'm gonna be starved after this."
Bart burst out laughing, apparently finally reassured though Kon wasn't sure
which part of it had gotten him to calm down. He nodded, eyed Kon's cock like
he was just as interested in Kon as he was in Tim, which wow, Kon hadn't
expected that his cock would jerk that hard from that thought, before he turned
to Tim with that same super-intense look in his eyes.
Tim's breath caught and his cock jumped in response.
"I really didn't expect you to be quite this dominant," Tim said. His voice
shook and there was a drop slowly falling from the tip of his cock.
Bart caught the drop on his fingertip, stroked it over the end of Tim's cock
and then brought his finger up for Tim to suck on. Kon wasn't at all ashamed of
the way he whined and had to grip the base of his cock really hard because Tim
whined just as loudly. Tim sucking on Bart's finger shouldn't be half as hot as
it was, except that holy fuck, that was way to freaking hot. The way Tim worked
his mouth over Bart's finger made Kon really seriously regret that Tim hadn't
sucked his cock before Bart showed up.
His eyes were shut and he made those little moaning sounds that Kon had heard
when Tim was eating Steph out and making her scream. Bart watched, standing
still as stone, and slowly, slowly, slowly a grin crept over his face as if
he'd finally caught on that yeah, they were doing this. Tim wanted it, wanted
them, and wasn't going to push them away at the last minute. When Bart looked
at Kon there was a huge grin on his face, and even though he wasn't moving it
was like Bart vibrated from the sheer joy of finally getting to play with Tim.
"I think you need to use that mouth somewhere else," Bart said.
He pulled his finger out of Tim's mouth and whoa, Kon hadn't expected Tim to
protest with a sexy little moan. Bart pulled Tim close and kissed him hard and
deep. Kon had to do the grip himself thing again but holy fuck, listening to
Tim kiss was incredible. Kissing Tim was at least ten times as incredible. But
watching Tim kissing Bart while rubbing against his thigh and clinging to
Bart's shoulders was somewhere near to ten billion times as sexy as either of
those.
Way too soon for Kon's brand new voyeurism, Bart pulled back and then pushed
Tim down to his knees. Tim shuddered as he settled there, looking up at Bart as
if waiting for permission to move. Bart grinned as he ran his fingers through
Tim's hair. Kon had no idea how Bart could stand to make Tim wait this way.
He'd have thought that Bart, the speedster to beat all speedsters, would be
trying to hurry things but he seemed to be deliberately slowing everything
down. Only after Kon was panting and whimpering and feeling completely ignored
on the bed did Bart nod that Tim could move.
"Thank you, Sir," Tim moaned as he mouthed Bart's cock through the red undies.
"Oh wow," Bart gasped. "Nnngh! Oh wow, Tim!"
Tim smiled around a mouthful of cloth-covered cock. He reached around Bart's
hips and slowly pulled Bart's underwear down, licking and kissing every inch of
flesh that was revealed until Tim was literally kissing Bart's feet with his
ass in the air. Another drop fell from Tim's cock and somehow that was the
newest sexiest thing ever.
"Suck me," Bart ordered as he kicked the underwear away. "I want your mouth on
me, Tim. Now."
"Yes Sir," Tim said.
He said it like Bart had just given him the best present ever, like he'd wanted
to suck Bart's cock for years. Kon swallowed and shook so hard that the
headboard rattled when he realized that Tim probably had wanted Bart all this
time. He'd wanted all of them and had denied himself so this was just as huge
for Tim as it was for Kon and Bart.
Tim sucked Bart's cock like the fate of the world rested on it. It made Tim
moan, Bart curse and clutch his head and Kon realize that those whispered
curses and moans were coming from his mouth instead of anyone else's. His hand
sped up on his cock as Bart started thrusting gently into Tim's mouth. Kon
could see Bart saying things, probably really nice things, to Tim but his ears
weren't processing the sounds Bart made into anything other than noise that
added to the noise that Kon made as he stroked his cock harder and harder,
faster and faster until Kon thought that he was going to come his brains out
about a billion times before either Tim or Bart came once.
"Don't come!" Bart snapped at Kon, the words cutting through the haze of lust
in Kon's mind.
Kon kicked the bed and forced his hand to slow down enough that the urge to
come receded again. His whole body was wet with sweat that Kon couldn't
remember but damn, he wasn't at all surprised by it. Bart smiled and nodded,
pulling away from Tim who mewed like he was being hurt not getting to suck
Bart's cock.
"You're sucking Kon," Bart ordered. "I'm taking you while you do it."
"Oh fuck yes, please!" Kon gasped.
Tim shuddered and immediately crawled up on the bed, offering Bart one of the
condoms and the big bottle of lube. Kon lost track of everything besides the
feeling of Tim's mouth as soon as Tim batted his hand away and sucked Kon's
cock into his mouth. He took it so deep that Kon shouted and shuddered,
automatically clamping his free hand onto the headboard that was creaking and
rattling as Kon trusted it to endure his strength.
"God, that's so hot," Bart moaned.
He stared at Tim sucking Kon's cock for a long moment and then climbed on the
bed and made Tim spread his legs a little more. When Bart stroked Tim's ass Tim
gasped around Kon's cock, arching his back like he wanted more now, hard and
fast and deep.
"He likes, likes hard," Kon told Bart even though he was barely able to get the
words out what with how hard Tim was sucking his cock. "Really hard."
"Hope he likes fast," Bart said with a wicked grin that made him look like he
was trying out for villain-hood too.
Bart put way more lube on Tim than Kon had expected but all of a sudden his arm
was vibrating and Tim's mouth lifted away from Kon's cock as he gasped and then
put his head against Kon's stomach while moaning and trembling. It took a
moment for Kon to realize that Bart was using his powers to vibrate his fingers
inside of Tim's ass. Once he did Kon was whimpering nearly as bad as Tim was.
"Mmm, little more lube and then we'll see how fast you can take it," Bart told
Tim.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Tim panted. He groaned when Bart stopped for more
lube and then screamed as Bart did the vibrating thing again.
Kon could see Tim's face; see how much he was enjoying what Bart was doing.
Even though neither of them was touching Kon it was nearly enough to make him
come right then. Bart moved Tim up so that he was practically draped over the
top of Kon, their cocks pressed against each other, and then he pushed into Tim
with a sudden shove that made both Tim and Kon shout.
"Oh, he does like it hard," Bart crooned.
Bart wiped his hands on the covers and then grabbed Tim's hips. When he started
fucking Tim it wasn't so fast that Kon couldn't see his hips moving but it was
a heck of a lot faster than a normal human could have done it. Tim grunted and
shuddered, clinging to Kon who started stroking Tim's back with his TTK because
he didn't dare use his hand, not on Tim who had no healing or anything at all.
The rocking of Tim's body against Kon's increased in speed, making Kon curse
and then moan incoherently. He came, not that it slowed Bart or Tim down. The
pressure of Tim's cock against Kon's belly kept him harder than he would have
expected. It was weirdly like Bart was fucking Kon with Tim's cock, not that
either of them had touched Kon's ass.
Kon sobbed at the thought of one of them being in him while this happened;
while he was tied up and unable to do anything but stroke Tim with his TTK. His
mental hands expanded their reach, finding Bart's hands and gently squeezing
them on top of Tim's hips. Bart groaned and then did that glaring thing where
his eyes seemed like spears.
"Touch his cock," Bart ordered. "Make him come, Kon!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kon panted.
He slid his TTK down between them to find Tim's cock. The feel of Kon's mental
hands gripping his cock seemed to be what it took for Tim to reach the edge and
fall over. A few seconds later Tim wailed like someone was hurting him, killing
him, and came so hard that Kon felt like his stomach had been flooded. Kon's
balls jerked and he came a second time. Behind Tim, Bart gasped and then cursed
as if he was Kon. He slammed into Tim and bowed his head while shuddering
rhythmically.
"T-tell me that his ass is super strong or something," Kon panted.
"Feels like it to me," Bart squeaked, moaned and then squeaked again. "Tim!
Give me a break here."
Tim laughed and finally relaxed on top of Kon. This time it was Bart getting
the washcloth and cleaning all three of them off. Kon forgot that his arm had
been tied to the headboard until Bart took the ropes off. There were new dents
in the headboard which made Tim grin and Bart snicker.
"You need a new headboard," Bart commented as he settled Tim between them.
"Certainly not," Tim said and he sounded so darn tired and happy that it made
Kon grin. "I'm keeping it. Maybe putting it on display once it breaks."
Kon blushed and hugged Tim who smiled at him before kissing Kon gently. When
the stopped kissing, Bart was smiling at them like he liked seeing the two of
them together. Kon could sure understand that after watching Bart with Tim.
Maybe this whole polyamory thing that Tim had going was better than Kon had
thought. Tim kissed Bart next and then collapsed on the bed with a smug grin.
"Yup, you two just joined the exception list," Tim said.
"I thought that rule was dead," Kon protested.
"Oh it is," Tim said. He grinned. "That doesn't mean I'm going to do everyone
under the sun. Certainly there are specific people I want to do, if they're
interested of course, but there are a great many other people that I have no
interest in at all. Thus the exception list; only heroes on the list get a
chance at me."
"So there's a new rule?" Bart asked with enough horror that Tim looked at him.
"What is it with you and your rules?" Kon agreed. "If you don't want to fuck
them just tell them to go away."
Tim laughed at them, laughed harder as Bart tried to tickle him, and then ended
up pinning both of them with some tricky Bat move that shouldn't be possible
while all three of them were naked. It was a lot like their normal roughhousing
but better because Kon could touch everything and Bart was laughing and Tim was
grinning as though he was having the best time ever.
Eventually they collapsed back on the bed again, somehow with Kon on the bottom
under both Bart and Tim. He looked at them and then grinned. Bart stared at him
while Tim raised an eyebrow.
"So when are we eating pizza?" Kon asked. "There's gotta be pizza, guys. I
think the new rule is we can't fuck unless there's food afterwards."
"I endorse that rule!" Bart said so enthusiastically that Tim burst out
laughing.
"Pizza it is," Tim said with a huge grin that Kon hardly ever saw on his face.
"And then maybe more sex, unless--"
Bart slapped his hands over Tim's mouth. "Don't say it! If you say it something
will happen and we won't get to fuck for weeks!"
Kon laughed and laughed and laughed as he brought the pizza over with his TTK.
Yeah, this wasn't how he'd expected this to go. Thank goodness Bart and Tim had
better imaginations than he did because this was way better than Kon could have
ever dreamed.
+++++
It wasn't often that they had pretty much everyone in the Cave at once anymore,
Dick thought as he pulled on his gauntlets and followed Damian's cranky ass out
of the locker room. Bruce was working the computers with his cowl pushed back
while Steph and Cass practiced together on some new move that Cass had learned
recently. Jason had been in and out already, an event that Dick was more than
happy to have missed. Things were still way too tense between him and Jason,
not that Dick was sure what to do about that. They'd even had Helena in
briefly, though that appeared to be more because Bruce wanted to emphasize how
huge this job was and how much they needed everyone's cooperation.
The only person who hadn't shown up yet was Tim but that wasn't too surprising.
Sunday was a Titans day and given how quiet the weekend had been, at least
until Bruce sprang his big mission on them, Tim had probably been goofing off
with his friends.
"Sorry I'm late," Tim called as he ran down the stairs. "I got the message a
little late."
"What were you doing that you missed a big message like this, boyfriend of
mine?" Steph asked.
She did such an exaggerated double-take that made Dick actually look at Tim
instead of doing his best to smile appropriately in welcome before returning
his focus to getting ready for their mission. It was never easy keeping his
interest in Tim in check the way a proper big brother and sometime partner
should. Between Tim's determined adherence to his No Heroes rule and the fact
that he and Tim were effectively brothers, Dick had never been comfortable with
the level of interest he felt in Tim.
There was a huge hickie on the side of Tim's neck.
"Ooooooh, someone had a good weekend!" Steph cooed.
Tim laughed as Steph and Cass both came over to pull at the neck of his shirt
as he tried to make his way to the locker room to change. For once he was in
his street clothes, not his costume. That was weird enough that Damian joined
Dick in staring as the girls poked and prodded him.
"More," Cass said in a surprised tone of voice that implied that there were a
lot more hickies decorating Tim's body.
"Okay, give," Steph said as she grabbed Tim and put him in a headlock that Tim
could absolutely have broken out of if he hadn't been laughing so hard. "Did
you visit Bernard or what? I thought you were with the Titans this weekend."
"I was," Tim laughed.
He laughed harder as Steph pulled up his shirt and all but tied him up in it as
she checked out and probed the various hickies decorating Tim's back,
shoulders, neck, pecs and abs. Someone had really gone to town on biting Tim.
Dick licked his lips and focused on the file that Bruce handed him because he
really didn't want to get so hard that he couldn't walk. The cup in his Batman
suit was just a little too tight for Dick to indulge in that sort of thing. It
wasn't like his old Nightwing suit that had been designed to let Dick pull
himself out and play if he needed to.
Besides, he was paired up with Cass today and Dick knew she still wasn't as
comfortable reading as she should be. It was his responsibility to read and
remember this stuff even if three quarters of his mind was focused quite firmly
on Tim, his hickies and the girls pestering him.
"Who?" Steph asked and wow, the excitement there was so overblown that Dick
actually let himself watch Tim, Steph and Cass like Bruce and Damian were. "Who
broke the No Hero rule? Tell me who popped your Hero cherry!"
"What No Hero rule?" Tim asked slyly.
He dodged strikes from both Steph and Cass, backing across the Cave until he
had to flip over their heads, not that it did him much good as Steph and Cass
double-teamed him by hitting him high and low at the same time. Dick winced.
That impact into the floor of the Cave had to have hurt. Tim grunted and then
laughed as Steph sat on his chest while Cass glared down into his face.
"Okay, okay," Tim said with a huge grin. "So I have adjusted the No Hero rule."
"Yes, but who made you finally break that stupid thing?" Steph asked.
"Very curious," Cass agreed.
Tim blushed and looked at Dick with laughter in his eyes even though he was
going for an appropriately 'begging for help' expression. Dick shook his head
while grinning at Tim. Bruce just snorted and leaned one hip against the
computer console. Damian sneered but then it was Damian.
"Fine," Tim sighed and he must have gotten elaborately, thoroughly, utterly
laid because he wasn't upset at all by all of this. "If you must know…"
"We must!" Dick said in time with Steph and Cass.
"Kon got through first and then Bart managed to ah, finish the process off,"
Tim admitted. "It was a very slow weekend, after all."
Cass peered over Steph's shoulder and giggled. When Dick looked he coughed
because wow, Tim was very, very hard. Steph looked, grinned and shifted
position so she was sitting right on top of Tim's erection. The mental images
that went with that, mostly supplied by Babs' not so secret surveillance of
their lives, had Dick mentally cursing at his cock for having a mind of its
own. Erections and this suit did not mix, damn it!
"You had a really good weekend," Steph said with delight. "Well, finally! So
who's getting laid in the hero community now?"
Dick tried not to let himself show any signs that he wanted to be one of those
people, especially when Tim rolled his eyes and did a surprise move that
flipped Steph off and let Tim get back to his feet. He scooped up his shirt as
he headed for the locker room, Steph and Cass following him like puppies
looking for attention. It was pretty obvious that Cass wanted in on that
action. Of course, Dick was relatively certain that Damian was the only one in
the Cave right now who didn't want to have a chance at Tim.
"Come on, just because I added Kon and Bart to the exception list doesn't mean
I'm opening up auditions to anyone who wants to apply," Tim said. "There really
aren't all that many heroes that I want to do, Steph. You know that."
"Oh please," Steph drawled. "You don't fool me. You want to do half the girls
and most of the guys out there. You'd work your way through the whole family if
you could."
Tim went so red that Dick's heart stuttered. That was his 'quit saying things
that I'm trying to hide' face. Next to him Bruce made a little noise that
sounded like small animal that had been stepped on while Damian made his 'tt'
cluck and sniffed as if the sheer thought of it was disgusting. Dick didn't
really have time to think about anything further because Tim, Steph and Cass
disappeared into the locker rooms, leaving Dick with Damian and Bruce.
"Ready?" Bruce asked Damian with exactly the right air to make it clear he
didn't want to discuss Tim's sex life or any potential possibilities anyone
might have with him.
"I still do not like that we are switching partners," Damian said snippily
enough that he clearly wasn't thinking about Tim in any way, shape or form. "I
am familiar with Grayson's techniques. It would be more efficient if we stayed
together."
"Not for this mission," Bruce said.
"It's only a week or two," Dick said as reassuringly as he could. He didn't
quite dare ruffle Damian's hair, especially when he had that particular pout
on. "Things will be back to normal soon enough, Little D."
"Tt."
The cluck was so disgusted that Dick couldn't help but hug Damian even though
he had to dance away from a half-hearted kidney strike immediately after that.
Bruce pulled his cowl up and then departed with a still-complaining Damian in
tow. Unfortunately for Dick, that left him with nothing to do but wait for
Cass, which meant that his mind immediately went back to thinking about Tim and
his hickies, Tim and his rule that had always meant that Dick had no chance at
him, Tim having sex with Kon and Bart, which must have been incredible for Tim
to be that calm about the razzing.
He was plotting ways to adjust the cup in this suit so that erections wouldn't
be quite so painful when Tim, Steph and Cass came out. They were discussing the
mission now and Tim's cowl was up. That made it much easier to push his
interest in Tim down far enough that he could function properly. Or at least
partially because there was a moment as Tim walked over to the monitors where
Dick could have sworn that Tim swept Dick's body from head to toes with his
eyes. That little smile was far too inviting and appreciative for Dick's poor
abused penis.
"We better get going," Dick said and yes, he knew he was running away from the
issue but they truly did have to get out of the Cave.
"You do know what we're supposed to do, don't you?" Tim asked Steph.
"Of course," Steph said in that breezy tone that made Dick, Tim and Cass all
wince. "What? I do know. It's not that complicated. B's got the hard job. He
has to deal with the midget."
Dick thought about protesting in Damian's defense but no, Cass was staring at
him so he didn't bother. It wasn't as though Steph was wrong about how
difficult Damian could be to work with. He pulled his cowl up and headed for
the Batmobile with Cass by his side. Behind them, Steph and Tim went over their
part of the mission, Steph leaning on Tim's shoulder and bumping her hip
against his.
"Distracted," Cass commented as they left the Cave.
"Yeah," Dick sighed. "Sorry. I'll work on that."
"Do."
Keeping his focus on the mission and off of Tim's newly improved sex life was
relatively easy for the first part of the evening. Three shoot-outs, two
explosions, a chase and a near-death escape did make for lovely distractions. B
had been quite right that there was something huge going on that had nearly
slid under their radars. All night the comms were filled with chatter on the
various disasters and near misses that the others went through.
Even though they managed to deal with the immediate issue of the group trying
to destroy Gotham there was obviously a huge amount of work to be done to make
sure that they'd found and neutralized all the elements involved in the
complicated plot. Dick was pretty sure that he'd never learn exactly how B had
figured out what was going on but that hardly mattered as long as they dealt
with the problem.
"So what's this I hear about Baby Bird getting some vitamin K?" Jason drawled
through the comms somewhere close to two in the morning.
"Oh, it's not just vitamin K," Steph said while Tim groaned. "He got some speed
too. At the same time no less."
"Kinky," Jason said and there was actually respect in his voice despite the
distortion of his helmet and the comms.
"Quite," Tim replied and oh God, there went Dick's penis like the idiot that it
was. "It was a very good weekend."
Dick shivered exactly the way Batman never did. Beside him, Cass was smirking
at him or maybe it was at Tim, Steph and Jason. She looked at Dick with that
seeing straight through you expression. The smirk slid into a sad, sympathetic
smile as she patted his shoulder as if to reassure him. All Dick could think
was that he was glad that the cowl hid any blushes because Batman absolutely
never blushed, no matter who happened to be wearing the suit at the time.
Jason laughed and if that wasn't the sound of him licking his lips Dick didn't
know what it could be. To his surprise, Tim chuckled and that sounded downright
dirty, almost pornographic. As nasty as the fights were between Tim and Jason,
Dick wouldn't have expected that they'd respond this way but they were several
miles from each other. It would probably be different if they were standing
next to each other.
"The No Hero rule finally dying a well-deserved death?" Jason asked.
He grunted and cursed as something explosive happened in his general vicinity.
Dick could see the explosion from where he and Cass stood. They immediately
headed towards Jason's location so that they could help out.
"Mmm, I'm thinking about phasing it out though currently I'm only accepting
applications for those who want to be added to the Exception List," Tim said.
He growled as another explosion went off near his and Steph's location. "Damn.
Round two starting up now."
"Focus," B growled over the comms and then there wasn't time for anything but
dealing with the resurgence of the explosions and fights.
By the time they'd dealt with the second round of explosions and battles Dick
was tired enough that his brain no longer listened to him when he said don't
think about Tim's sex life. They all dragged themselves back to the Cave around
four in the morning, though honestly it was closer to five by the time Dick
collapsed against a wall because there weren't any more chairs.
Cass was still stationed by his left shoulder while Jason had taken up a post
by his right. They leaned aggressively, eyeing each other over Dick's head. He
sighed and pushed the cowl back. The cool air of the Cave felt so good on his
sweaty scalp that he smiled. Dick shook his head and waved at them tiredly.
"Cut it out," Dick murmured to them. "If you're going to fight don't do it over
my head, guys."
"I'm not picking a fight," Jason said even though his body language screamed
ready to rumble.
"Are too," Cass said, her body language just as poised for battle as Jason's.
"I am officially too tired to deal with you two," Dick complained.
Across the room, Tim and Bruce were working the computers with Alfred's help
while Oracle fed them data over the comms. Whatever this plot was it was huge
and messy and yeah, it would be a week or two before Dick was back patrolling
with Damian. Hopefully Damian wouldn't be too pissy about it. He looked like he
was about to fall asleep in the chair he'd claimed. A few seconds later,
Damian's eyes slid shut and Helena draped a blanket that Alfred had set close
by over him.
Dick's eyes automatically gravitated to Tim. He'd pushed his cowl back and
unzipped his suit nearly down to his nipples. The hickie on his neck was livid,
a brilliant strawberry against the pale flesh of Tim's neck. Another one peeked
out of his suit at the base of his neck. Just looking at them had Dick mentally
cursing at his suit again. He really did need to adjust the jock on this thing.
"Must have been one hell of a weekend," Jason murmured a few moments later,
proving that he was as focused on Tim as Dick was.
"Very good," Cass agreed in an equally quiet tone. "Very happy. More open than
before."
"How open?" Jason asked and Dick couldn't help but look up at Cass with the
same hopeful question in his eyes.
Cass studied both of them and then looked at Tim who seemed to be aware of
their discussion by some magical Tim-sense that Dick had never been able to
figure out. Or maybe it was just that he felt the weight of Cass staring at
him. Sometimes Dick really thought that Cass's stares had physical impact that
equaled some of her blows.
"Try," Cass advised.
"Seriously?" Jason asked and the shock was obvious in his voice, expression and
body language. "He wouldn't try and kill me?"
Cass looked at Tim again and then giggled. "No. Wouldn't."
"Uh…" Dick wasn't sure what to say once he opened his mouth but Cass seemed to
realize exactly what he was asking even though the words didn't form up in his
head.
"Yes, very much yes," Cass said to Dick.
"You thinking of it?" Jason asked as if he was honestly curious.
"Mmm." Cass murmured. She looked at Tim and giggled again, which wasn't too
much of a surprise. Tim's cheeks were going red despite the work going on with
Bruce, Babs and Alfred. "Yes. Thinking about it."
Dick's brain abruptly felt like it had been carbonated. Ten million fantasies
and hopes that he'd firmly pushed away frothed up. There had always been that
edge of interest, though when Tim had first approached Dick to come back as
Robin it had been more a matter of surprise at Tim's intelligence and interest
in the young person in front of him.
Watching Tim grow into Robin and then Red Robin over the years had long since
changed it from brotherly love into something a great deal more sexual that
Dick had always thought would be unrequited. Tim had his rule, knew what he
wanted and what he didn't. He'd explained it quite calmly and rationally after
Dick found out about his sex life nearly six months after he started training
with B. While the rule itself hadn't made a lot of sense to Dick (who decided
that they wouldn't ever have sex with the people they loved the most?) it
worked so well for Tim and he seemed so happy with the way his life went that
Dick had never challenged it.
All of that had changed now.
Tim was interested. Possibly very interested if the glance he threw towards
Dick, Jason and Cass was anything to judge by. Dick didn't hear a single word
of the briefing Tim delivered on their progress tonight and what needed to be
done over the next week or so. All he could hear was the far too rapid beating
of his heart. Tim's faintly blushing cheeks and the huge hicky on his neck were
all that he could see.
'I think I'm in trouble,' Dick thought once the briefing wrapped up and
everyone headed for the showers.
Tim looked over his shoulder at Dick, who was still sitting on the floor. There
was a clear invitation in his eyes as he turned back to the locker room and
Steph's teasing. Dick clenched his fists and then let them go as he dragged
himself upright.
'Lots of trouble,' Dick thought with a mixture of dismay and the sort of hope
he hadn't had since he first realized that Roy might actually be interested in
him years and years ago. Now he just had to figure out what to do next and if
he wanted to take that next step with Tim.
+++++
"I need about six more hours of sleep," Dick groaned as he trudged down the
stairs to the Cave the next evening.
There wasn't any chance of that, not with the mission already gearing up for
their evening's work. Dick had spent most of the day working on things as Dick
Grayson along with Bruce and Tim. They'd found that there were tentacles of the
organization behind last night's chaos all through Gotham's inhabitants, from
the richest socialites right down to the poorest people living on the streets.
Last night was only the beginning. Dick was going to have to make a point of
getting more sleep tonight or he'd be worthless tomorrow.
Of course, he'd tried to make a point of getting plenty of sleep last night but
watching Tim shower had wrecked that goal. All it had taken was seeing that the
hickies he'd gotten over the weekend extended right down to his inner thighs,
including one particularly vivid one about an inch and a half from his penis.
After that, sleep hadn't been the easiest thing in the world to achieve.
Dick had gotten some sleep. Some. He'd fallen asleep practically the instant
his head hit the pillow once he made it to his room. Unfortunately he'd had
elaborate sex dreams involving him, Kon, Bart, Tim and Roy in various
configurations that woke him up over and over again. After last night's jock
abuse Dick hadn't been terribly pleased to continually wake up with a hard on.
He'd eventually given up on sleep and determinedly masturbated until his body
couldn't get hard again but that was about the time that Bruce had told him
that he had to get up and help deal with tracking down leads among the higher
levels of society.
"You look terrible," Steph said once Dick trudged into the Cave.
"Not enough sleep, too much champagne and definitely not enough of Alfred's
food," Dick replied.
"Alfred's put out food for everyone," Steph said as she patted his shoulder and
more or less gently shoved him in the right direction. "Go eat before you get
suited up. We're together tonight. Watch out for the knee biter. He's paired
with Helena tonight and they're both spitting mad about it."
"Oh God, I definitely didn't have enough sleep to deal with that," Dick
groaned.
There was food, a lovely huge spread of hearty stew, Alfred's best rolls and
enough sandwich supplies to feed an army. Unfortunately, the table was flanked
on either side by Helena, who looked like someone was going to die, and Damian,
who looked like someone was trying to kill him. Dick sighed and studiously
ignored both of them as he gathered up some food and ate it as quickly and
quietly as he could.
"Father, this is unacceptable!" Damian snapped when Dick was three quarters
done. "You cannot expect me to work with that person!"
"You actually expect that child to be of assistance?" Helena drawled though
Dick thought that her voice sounded more like a snarl.
"No objections," Bruce said in his darkest Batman voice, the one that made gang
bangers who were out of their minds on drugs pause and back off. "Both of your
skills are needed for this mission so you will work together tonight."
Dick finished his meal in a few huge gulps and then cautiously slipped away
from the table. Helena, Damian and Bruce were so focused on each other that
they didn't notice him. He gratefully counted his blessings and hurried off to
the locker room to change.
As he dressed, Dick thought that the truly sad thing for tonight was that Dick
couldn't change the jock in his suit without weakening the armor around his
groin. Even though he was sure that as soon as Tim showed up his idiot penis
would start abusing itself against the too-small cup, Dick was stuck with it
for a while. Hopefully he'd manage to figure out what to do about the potential
of hooking up with Tim before permanent damage was inflicted.
"You ready?" Steph called.
She poked her head into the locker room and grinned at him as he closed up his
armor and pulled the cowl over his head. Outside in the Cave he could hear the
echoes of what sounded like a truly spectacular hissy fit on Damian's part.
Dick sighed and nodded to Steph.
They hurried out of the Cave just as Tim arrived with Cass. Dick stumbled a
little when Tim's expression went instantly hopeful on spotting Dick and then
sad when he realized that Dick was leaving. A second after that he rolled his
eyes at Damian's hissy fit and flipped his fingers at Dick and Steph to
encourage them to leave. Cass looked like she wanted to help Helena and Bruce
beat some common sense into Damian.
Dick waved and left as quickly as he could, even though he knew he should
probably stick around and calm Damian down. He would have, if Tim hadn't been
there. Steph threw a sidelong look at Dick that was part suspicious, part
amused and part something inscrutable that Dick was used to seeing from Kory
(and Donna, Roy, Jason… pretty much all the people he'd ever been involved
with).
"What?" Dick asked without forcing his voice into Bat range.
"Just hit on him and be done with it," Steph replied. "Seriously, it's obvious
that you're going crazy fussing over it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dick said and darn, that was a
Nightwing voice not a Batman voice.
"Uh-huh," Steph said with a smug grin that made Dick blush under the cowl.
"Come on, transparent boy. Let's get out there and kick some butt. It'll take
your mind off of more important things."
Bruce had the Batmobile tonight so Dick and Steph took bikes instead. The drive
to the warehouses along the wharf was more or less quiet, other than the
continuing chatter over the comms. Most of that related to Jason teasing Tim
about his sex life in a hopeful sort of way and Damian continuing to be pissy
that he had to work with Helena tonight. From the sound of it, Dick was going
to be hearing about Damian's distaste for overly pale and excessively dominant
red heads for the next year.
It didn't help that Damian's continuing complaints brought Roy and Babs' faces
to his mind instead of Helena's.
"You sure are moving funny," Steph commented as they zip stripped their latest
series of thugs.
"Need to adjust this suit a little," Dick growled and was intensely grateful
that it did come out as a Batman growl. Messing up the voice while in the Cave
was a completely different thing than doing it out on patrol.
Steph burst out laughing, grinning at him so widely that she obviously knew
exactly what needed to be adjusted. She eyed his groin appreciatively, licked
her lips and then bounced off to tackle picking the lock into the warehouse
they had to explore.
"Bigger cup?" Steph asked and yes, of course, she had her comm open.
"Focus," Dick snarled at her. It didn't do any good because Jason was already
laughing his ass off.
"Seriously though, you should upgrade," Steph said as if she wasn't snickering
as hard as Jason.
"Two words, BG," Dick said and that was definitely a Nightwing snarky tone but
no one else was awake so he wasn't going to worry about it. "Armored codpiece."
"Ah," Steph said with a tap on her breast piece and a nod of comprehension.
"That does make it harder to fix without weakening the armor."
"Exactly," Dick sighed. "Can we get back on focus?"
"I'm enjoying the conversation," Jason drawled. "Do keep on talking."
Steph's string of profanity questioning Jason's ancestry, sexual habits and
general hygiene was more than elaborate enough to let Dick ignore Jason in
favor of getting on with the job. The inside of the warehouse was too dark to
make things out easily and entirely too quiet for Dick's peace of mind. Someone
should have been on their way there already after the battle he and Steph had
had outside.
"Careful," Dick murmured as they ghosted slowly through the warehouse.
"This stinks so bad," Steph grumbled. "Where are they?"
"Don't know," Dick replied.
The upper, public, level of the warehouse turned out to be perfectly ordinary
and completely abandoned. When they found the hidden lower level that explained
a good deal. Babs had them take pictures as Tim and Cass came to join them. It
would take a while as they were a goodly ways across town but Dick didn't mind
that. Less time hating his cup was better as far as he was concerned.
"Seriously," Steph murmured as they carefully tried to crack the computerized
lock on the warehouse's hidden level, "just come onto him. He's loved you
longer than anyone else in his whole life."
"He's my little brother, BG," Dick complained. "That's just wrong."
"Ooooooh, kinky," Steph cooed. "I wouldn't worry about it. Double R likes kinky
things better than more vanilla stuff. Which is sort of a pity since I'm much
happier with the simple stuff."
"Can we not talk about this right now?" Dick asked a little too desperately for
it to be a request to focus on the mission instead of their interlocking and
thoroughly incestuous sex lives.
"Oh please," Steph snorted. "It's not like he'd ever tell you no. You've always
been the first in his heart and mind, dummy."
Dick winced.
It hardly mattered that they weren't actually blood relations. They were all a
family, a messed up, confused, complicated family in every way that counted.
Dick had done a relatively good job up to now not getting involved with his
family members. They spent so much time around each other, both in public and
in private that it had always seemed like a bad idea to go that next step and
take it to the bedroom too.
Not that his penis had ever agreed with him on that point, unfortunately. If
Bruce had asked, as early as twelve years old, Dick knew he would have been in
his bed instantly. It was probably a good thing that Bruce had never shown any
sign of thinking of Dick that way. Dick did think of him as his second father.
Sleeping with Bruce would be as weird as sleeping with Alfred, or maybe nearly
as weird. His brain couldn't quite wrap around the idea of Alfred and sex in
the same sentence.
The occasional blow jobs that he'd shared with Jason before his death had only
complicated things. After his death it made dealing with Bruce and the grief a
thousand times harder. Once Jason returned Dick had kept his distance out of
sheer self-preservation. The new Jason was so much more raw and violent that
Dick knew he'd give too much and regret it. There were reasons he never let Roy
play with knives when they were together, after all.
Still, Dick knew that Tim wasn't like Dick. He'd always been so clear and open
about what he wanted sexually, how much he was willing to give and to whom,
that there wasn't much chance of Tim taking things that Dick would regret
giving. Tim had a level of control that equaled Bruce's, coupled with Roy's
kinky sensibilities and Robin's sense of twisted humor.
The question was whether Dick's place in Tim's heart would inspire him to do
things that he'd regret afterwards. The very last thing that Dick wanted to do
was hurt Tim, especially emotionally. Dick absolutely wasn't going to risk
convincing Tim to do something inappropriate just because Dick asked for it.
"Uh-oh."
"What?" Dick asked as Steph froze and then started cursing in that desperate
'we are so doomed' tone that told him to get ready for trouble of the highest
order.
"Goofed," Steph admitted.
"We're a few minutes out," Tim snapped. "Be careful!"
"Working on it," Dick said and that was the last time he had to say anything
other than grunts.
The next wave of thugs erupted from several hidden doorways around them. Their
weapons were more of the same overly advanced technology that they'd dealt with
last night but this time they were coupled with body armor that approached the
sort of armor that Bruce provided them all with. Add that to the need to get
downstairs and Dick had a very effective distraction from his mental dithering.
Steph did a lovely job, though she spent most of the brutal battle cursing as
if she was channeling Jason. Dick kept his mouth shut and did his best to fight
like Bruce. He could almost feel Bruce there watching and commenting every time
Dick got a blow right. The mental frown he got every time Dick missed was
enough to inspire Dick to do better.
His Bruce in the head was a very good way to stay on target during fights,
especially when he was distracted by whatever was going in his life. Dick
listened to that dark voice and found himself fighting better, moving faster
and hitting harder. It was absolutely no surprise to find himself sliding
towards sub mode. Being good enough for Bruce had always done things to his
brain.
Unfortunately, even at his best he and Steph weren't good enough to deal with
all the thugs by themselves. In very short order they were encircled and under
serious enough attack that Dick doubted that they'd make it out intact. As the
thugs nodded in response to whatever orders they were receiving over their
comms, Dick readied himself for a serious push to get out of the crush with
Steph.
Both of them attacked when they heard glass breaking overhead. It had to be Tim
and Cass, though Dick thought he'd heard Jason saying that he was on his way
too. As Tim and Cass landed with them in the middle of the crowd of thugs Dick
charged at once of the largest guys with Steph right by his side. Behind them
Tim did something that sounded like explosives and smoke bombs being released.
Just as he and Steph reached their target a flash-bang went off, immediately
followed by one of the big smoke bombs that Jason had designed to include tear
gas.
He got his rebreather on before the gas reached him. Steph did likewise.
Between the three of them, because Cass had disappeared somewhere, they managed
to deal with the thugs and then get out of the warehouse when Cass came running
out of the lower level so fast with an alarmed enough expression that Dick
didn't bother asking what she'd found. By the time they were across the street,
back up on the roof and still running Dick assumed that there was going to be a
very big bang.
It was a very big bang.
Dick tumbled head over heels and barely managed to keep himself from falling
off the roof when the explosion finally went up. Steph ended up landing on top
of him, which did do a lot to halt his slide towards falling. Cass, of course,
landed on her feet like the proverbial cat.
And Tim ended up with his face very nearly in Steph's crotch, which made Dick's
penis wake up and take notice despite the fiery debris raining down on them.
"That didn't go well," Dick commented.
"Got info," Cass sighed.
"All of it?" Babs asked.
"Mmm, maybe?" Cass said just hesitantly enough to make all of them sigh with
disappointment.
"You shoulda gone downstairs, Double R," Steph complained.
"Sorry," Tim said as he brushed burning embers off of his cape and helped both
of them up. "I was somewhat focused on saving your lives."
The look he gave Dick made Dick's heart clench. This was exactly why he was
hesitant to take the next step with Tim, though Dick was honest enough to admit
to himself that there were much deeper reasons for his worries. He'd dealt with
them before when he realized that Roy wanted him as much as Roy had wanted
Donna.
What if Tim didn't like that Dick was submissive? What if he wanted things that
Dick didn't enjoy? What if Dick got too attached and couldn't let go? What if
Tim got too attached?
The what if's were what was making him crazy. The entire team was there within
a minute or so, including Bruce who was wearing his grimmest expression. Damian
immediately detached himself from Helena's side to her obvious relief and came
over to scan Dick for injuries. He looked sufficiently reassured that Damian
simply stared at the fire when Dick put one hand on his shoulder.
"Back to base," Bruce growled.
Damian flatly refused to ride with Helena so Dick took him home on the back of
his bike. Their capes flapped in tandem because Damian had tucked himself under
Dick's cape. He was hugging Dick's waist so tightly that it was nearly painful
even with Dick's armor. After a couple of miles Dick patted Damian's clenched
hands reassuringly. He missed pairing up with the caustic little boy too.
Damian squirmed in that 'stop drawing attention to my emotional weaknesses' way
which inspired a quick grin out of Dick.
"D," Babs said in Dick's ear over the private channel.
"What's up, O?" Dick asked.
"You're going to visit me tomorrow," Babs said in the implacable Oracle voice.
"Ah, I might have mission things to do," Dick said and he knew that his voice
had entirely too much hesitation in it for both Batman and Nightwing. "Why do
you need to see me?"
Babs laughed; low and rich like she'd just heard the best filthy joke ever. A
chill ran up Dick's spine. He hadn't heard that laugh in a long while, not
since he and Roy eased back on their relationship after Lian came to live with
Roy. Dick's mouth went dry and his idiot penis jumped against the too small
armored codpiece in ways that were pleasurable as well as painful.
"Three o'clock, D," Babs said and the order was so clear that Dick couldn't
even think of disagreeing with her. "Don't be late."
"No ma'am," Dick said even though she'd already clicked off of the private
channel.
Tim threw a quick look at Dick. It was a mixture of hopeful and worried, as if
he knew that something was going on. Given that it was Tim, he might. Cass was
right behind Dick. She probably saw everything. Damian certainly seemed to
realize that something was up. His grip around Dick's stomach had tightened
abruptly and then loosened as if he was already planning on getting away from
Dick the instant the bike stopped, though that probably had much more to do
with putative hugging than it did with Babs laughing like a Domme in Dick's
ear.
Three o'clock.
Dick shivered and wondered if whatever Babs had would make his life easier or
more difficult. It was even odds with Babs. She might make him decide about Tim
or she might wind him up even further. He wouldn't know until he got there
tomorrow.
+++++
"Why can't there be something for me to do today?" Dick complained. "Everyone
else has something to do. I can't believe that B told me to go get some sleep."
Of course, Dick had gotten sleep, a more than adequate amount of sleep. That
was part of the problem. Once they'd gotten back to the Cave Tim, Bruce and
Babs had immediately started working on the data that Cass had gathered. Helena
had managed to give Damian enough time to get another huge chunk of data from
their target that was nicely complimentary with Cass' data.
That meant that the less computer oriented of the team had today to themselves.
Steph and Cass had gone off somewhere together. Jason had promptly disappeared
to wherever his hideout was currently. Damian had ranted about Helena for a
while and then gone to bed, which left Dick to either try and help (which he
already knew wouldn't go over well) or go to sleep. Nine and a half hours later
Dick had woken up with yet another erection.
"Stupid penis," Dick complained as he lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. "I
mean, come on. Tim's busy. He's not going to appreciate it if I go down to the
Cave and interrupt his computer work for a blow job."
His penis stubbornly insisted that it was a terrific idea to go see Tim.
Perferably totally naked. And getting Tim naked would be a very good idea too
according to his stupid penis. Dick groaned. Those hickies danced through his
mind, trying to entice Dick into just going down and jumping Tim's bones.
As much as he wanted to listen to his penis instead of his brain, Dick knew
better than to do it. Bruce was there and the sheer thought of doing anything
sexual around Bruce made his penis wilt a little bit. Dick nodded sagely and
added Alfred with a tray of tea and sandwiches to the image. A little more
wiltage occurred, thank goodness.
"And you know Alfred would raise his eyebrow at us," Dick told his penis. "You
know the one. That 'Master Richard, I really wish you would learn some tiny
measure of discretion and tact' one."
Dick could have sworn that his penis pouted at him as it finally went down. He
resisted the urge to pat the thing. That would be tempting fate. Nope, no
attention for his penis, none at all. Once Little Dick was finally down again
he got out of bed and showered. The kitchen was empty but Alfred had set out
food for everyone to eat when they got up.
He had cereal and a scone plus some of the coffee that had to have been made by
Damian given how powerful the stuff was. That woke him up well enough that Dick
thought he could handle heading down to the Cave for a little while. He still
had three hours before he had to be at Babs' place so maybe they could find
something for him to do. Of course Dick knew that the real reason he was going
down to the Cave was the hope of seeing Tim and torturing himself again but at
least he was in slacks instead of the suit.
"I wondered if you'd be coming down," Tim commented from the computer console.
"I got some breakfast first," Dick said. "You get any sleep?"
"Not yet," Tim sighed. "Soon. We're almost done with this round of data
analysis."
Bruce was there, just as Dick had imagined he would be, as was Alfred though
instead of the raised eyebrow look Dick got a gentle smile and nod of
encouragement. Dick leaned on the back of Tim's chair and shivered at the way
the back of Tim's neck blushed. The blush and the presumed arousal that
inspired it didn't seem to affect Tim's fingers which kept flying on the
keyboard. After a few seconds Tim's shoulders slowly relaxed and his breathing
deepened a touch.
"Do we know what they're up to yet?" Dick asked.
"We have some ideas," Bruce answered for Tim. "There's a good bit more
investigation to be done. I've called the League in on this one. It extends far
past Gotham's borders. I suspect that they decided to start here before moving
onto other cities. The organization in Metropolis is nearly as advanced as
here, and Las Vegas is actually much worse."
"Origin?" Dick asked while frowning at the screen and doing his best to resist
the urge to rub Tim's shoulders until he was loose and relaxed.
"Possible extraterrestrial," Tim said. "We're still working on determining the
exact origin of this whole plot. Didn't you have a vist with Barbara this
afternoon?"
Dick jumped and went flamingly red. Bruce's mouth was quirked in a tiny little
smirk that was a thousand times worse than an open grin. On the other side of
the Cave Alfred chuckled and shook his head at Dick's reaction. Tim's shoulders
slowly tensed back up though not as bad as they had been when Dick came
downstairs.
"Yeah," Dick said in his best approximation of a casual tone of voice. It
wasn't a very good attempt but it was the best he could do right now. "Told you
about that, did she?"
"Mmm-hmm," Tim murmured. He turned in his chair to look over his shoulder at
Dick with a warm, sympathetic and entirely too understanding expression. It was
as if he knew exactly what Dick was going through and wanted to make it better.
His cheeks went entirely too red as the look in Tim's eyes slid from
understanding to the sort of hot and demanding look he was used to seeing from
Roy and Babs. Dick's penis immediately reacted, pressing against the zipper of
his slacks as if to escape and offer itself for whatever Tim might want to do
to him. Despite the back of Tim's chair between them, Dick would have sworn
that Tim knew just how hard he had gotten how quickly.
"Um, I'll just let you guys finish your work so you can get some sleep," Dick
said and darn it, he really needed to stop running away from this.
Tim laughed the ghost of a laugh that meant he was amused instead of annoyed by
Dick's avoidance. As he headed upstairs Dick could have sworn that he could
feel Bruce, Alfred and Tim's eyes on his back like lasers burning through his
clothes to etch eye prints on his back. Fortunately he didn't see anyone else
on his way back to his room. The urge to hide under the covers from his
appointment and his attraction to Tim was terribly strong so Dick spent a while
pacing.
That didn't work so he switched to pacing on his hands and then juggling as
many radom things from his dresser as he could at one time. He got up to a pair
of balled up socks, his hairbrush, two escrima sticks and one random bottle of
water that Dick couldn't remember bringing back to his room before the socks
unballed and Dick lost them all.
"Damn," Dick said as he picked everything up. "My hands are shaking."
He looked at the clock. Two hours to go. Dick groaned and found his cell phone
which had somehow gotten buried under spare shirts and a pair of jeans that
were draped over his desk. Even as he was trying to convince himself that he
wanted to call Babs and ask her to reschedule to now his fingers dialed Roy.
Sometimes his body really did know better than his mind did what he needed.
"Hey Robbie," Roy said while laughing at whatever Lian was saying. "Hush, Lian.
I'm on the phone."
"That Lian?" Dick asked with a huge grin that was inevitable when dealing with
Roy and his adorable little girl.
"Dick!" Lian squealed loudly enough that Dick had to hold the phone away from
his ear. "I made cookies! Daddy help a little bit but they're all mine."
"Really?" Dick asked. "That's great, kiddo!"
"I know!" Lian giggled. "I get to have one now and then another after dinner."
"Cool," Dick said, deliberately drawing the word out so long that Lian started
laughing before he'd finished saying the word. "Can I talk to your daddy while
you have your cookie?"
"Sure!" Lian said. "Just a second."
Dick held the phone well away from his hear in anticipation for the inevitable
Lian-shout of 'Daddy, Dick wants to talk to you!' He laughed and put the phone
back to his ear so that he could listen to Roy hug Lian, give her a blown
raspberry kiss that made her squeal with delight and then send her off to her
bedroom to eat her cookie and play while they talked.
"So how old is she now?" Dick asked once Roy was back on the line.
"Almost nine," Roy sighed. "She's growing up so fast, Dick."
"Kids always do that," Dick agreed. "I swear Damain's grown inches since he got
here and it hasn't even been a year yet."
They shared a sigh at the way kids made time fly by. Silence stretched long
enough after that for Dick to start twitching but he could hear Roy's calm
breathing on the other side. He knew that Roy had to hear that Dick was doing
the twitchy thing again but Roy didn't say a word. Instead he just waited until
Dick finally broke.
"Tim's getting rid of the No Hero rule," Dick blurted and then groaned that it
was the first thing out of his mouth.
"Really?" Roy asked with obvious surprise. "No wonder you're falling apart.
Can't decide whether or not to hit on him?"
"He… I think he wants me to," Dick admitted and damn it, the mental image of
Tim looking over his shoulder at Dick with that hot, dominating expression had
Dick's penis pressing against his zipper again. "No, I know he wants me to."
"So do it," Roy advised. "I know he'd take good care of you, Robbie."
Dick swallowed hard as he settled back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. Over
the phone Roy sighed and clucked his tongue as if gently scolding Dick for
being an idiot. He tried to gather his nerves and force the arousal down but
his penis really wasn't listening at all so Dick slid his hand into his pants
to grip himself.
"That's only half of the problem," Dick admitted once he had a little more
control. "Babs wants to see me today."
"Ah, and the nerves are getting the better of you," Roy said. "Well, I know
she'll make sure you're okay once you get there. Who in the family is Tim doing
now?"
"N-no one yet," Dick admitted as he unzipped his pants so that he could stroke
himself more comfortably. Roy's voice always had done this to him. "He says
he's taking applications for the Exception List though."
"Mmmm, I might have to apply then," Roy murmured in his Dom voice. "You think O
has any footage she'd be willing to share with the class?"
"Oh God," Dick groaned. "Roy!"
Roy laughed, low and deep. When Dick shut his eyes he could imagine that Roy
was right there watching him play with himself. He wasn't at all surprised to
hear Roy hum appreciatively over the phone. Dick knew perfectly well that he
was whimpering and gasping in time with his hand moving over his erection.
"Already have your hand in your pants, don't you?" Roy said. "Squeeze."
"Hnngh!" Dick grunted as he squeezed himself hard enough to make his eyes
water.
"Mmm, you're really wound up about this, aren't you?" Roy commented. "Do you
think Tim is a Dom or a sub?"
"D-don't know," Dick admitted, panting harder once the squeeze was over. "He,
he looks subby sometimes but then his eyes go hot at other times."
"Ah, switch," Roy murmured. "Nice. Squeeze."
Dick squeezed, prompting a moan to erupt from his mouth. He tried to look at
the door to see if he'd remembered to lock it but his eyes were way too blurry
for him to make out the lock. It didn't really matter. The only person who
might come in was Damian and Dick was sure that Damian knew better than to come
in right now. He only came to Dick's room after the really bad missions when he
needed a hug and couldn't admit it.
Thoughts of Damian did nothing to calm Dick down. He was pretty sure only
coming his brains out was going to calm him down right now. Thank goodness Roy
seemed more than happy to talk Dick through this. There was a low, dirty laugh
over the line.
"Use your nails, Dick," Roy ordered. "Up the whole length."
"Oh," Dick gasped as he ran his nails up his erection as Roy had ordered. "Oh
God. Roy!"
"That's my boy," Roy purred. Dick heard the sound of a door closing which meant
that Roy had gone into a private room to have phone sex with Dick. "You're such
a good boy, Dick. Always do what you're told exactly as your told to."
"Yes," Dick panted. "W-want to be good, good for you."
"And for Tim?" Roy asked even though the tone of his voice told Dick that he
already knew the answer to the question.
"Yes," Dick moaned. "It's Tim. He's, he's wanted me for so long, Roy. Years and
years. Wouldn't let me touch, would barely let me hug him for so long."
His hips were hitching with every moment of Dick's hand now as his body took
over and did what it wanted instead of what his mind kept telling him was
right. Dick gave himself over to his body's needs, sighing as Roy chuckled in
his ear. Yes, Roy was there, watching over him, making sure that everything was
all right. It was okay. He could have this without feeling guilty or ashamed.
"That's it, good boy," Roy crooned. "Nice and hard. Let me hear you, Dick.
You've done so well. Come on, let me hear you enjoying your reward."
"Roy, Roy, oh God, Roy!" Dick chanted much more loudly as he stroked harder and
harder, just for Roy.
The little sounds he was making got louder as Dick got closer to the edge.
Roy's praise and encouragement echoed through Dick's ear, filled with all the
wonderful words that Dick needed so badly. Beautiful. Kind. Generous. Perfect.
Dick sobbed and let himself go. The phone fell to the pillow next to Dick's
head as his other hand pushed behind Dick and his fingers slowly pressed
against his ass. It was too dry, too harsh but Dick shuddered and pushed his
fingers inside anyway.
"Oh, you like my fingers in you, don't you?" Roy said when Dick mewed at him.
"Yes, so good, so good, Roy," Dick whimpered. "You always make me feel so
good!"
"You are good, Dick," Roy said. "My perfect, beautiful boy. Nice and deep. Push
nice and deep, Dick. Oh, yeah, that's it. I heard that. Come on, perfect boy.
Curl those fingers up."
Dick shouted as his fingers grazed his prostate. His other hand stuttered on
his erection in time with the fingers brushing against that spot of pure
pleasure inside. Roy's voice kept talking in Dick's ear, more distant now
though Dick could hear Roy starting to pant a little in excitement as Dick
approached the edge.
"Yeah, that's it," Roy rumbled at Dick. "That's what I like to hear. Do you
want it, Dick? Do you want it bad?"
"Yes!" Dick gasped. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"
"Now!" Roy barked as he grunted and then moaned.
Dick bucked twice and then he was shouting again as he came so hard that his
hips thrust up off of the bed. He moaned shamelessly as his hand and stomach
went wet. When Dick collapsed back onto the bed he left his fingers in his ass
and his hand wrapped around his rapidly fallling penis.
"Mmm, love it when you call," Roy murmured breathlessly a little later.
"God, Roy," Dick murmured and his voice was husky from all the shouting.
"Heh, you're so damn sexy, Robbie," Roy said happily. "Take those fingers out."
"Roy…" Dick complained halfheartedly even though he was already doing it.
"Mmm-hmm, I know, I know," Roy chuckled. "But Babs wants a piece of you too so
out they go. At least you'll be nice and ready for her."
Dick sighed. He definitely wasn't ready to go back to normal thought patterns
but it wasn't for him to decide if it was time. Roy made a little murmur of
noise over the phone that nestled next to Dick's cheek like a caress. However
he did it, Roy seemed to realize that Dick still needed him even with the
distance separating them.
"You're going to be good for her, aren't you?" Roy said in exactly the right
tone of voice to make it an order instead of a question.
A full body shudder rocked Dick. "Yes sir."
"Good boy," Roy said. "When do you have to be at Babs' place?"
"Three o'clock," Dick answered and damn it his penis was already rising again.
"Mmm, good," Roy said. "These are your orders, good boy. No more masturbation.
You will go to the bathroom and shower. Get yourself totally clean, inside and
out. Do you still have the big black plug?"
"Yes sir," Dick said and his voice wobbled so much that he would have been
surprised if Roy actually understood the words.
"Good," Roy said. "Once you're clean, put the plug in and leave it there. You
can't dress until it's time to go. I expect you to be good for her, Robbie.
Will you be good?"
"Yes sir," Dick moaned. "I will, I promise I'll be good. Please let me be
good."
"I know you will be, Robbie," Roy crooned. "You'll be so good for her. You're
our good boy. Do as I told you, Robbie. Everything will be fine."
Dick sighed and nodded even though Roy wasn't there to see it. He heard Lian in
the background so Dick knew that their time was over. He let Roy go with just a
quiet word of thanks. Once Roy was off the line Dick let himself run his
fingers over his wet stomach without touching his erection. Time for a shower,
some clean up and then some kneeling before it was time to go.
+++++
Visiting Babs always made Dick twitch.
He'd done it back when she was Batgirl. He had continued to do it after she
became Oracle. Dick thought that he'd probably keep on twitching when he went
to visit Babs even if they lived to be ninety. There was just something about
her that made it impossible to sit still, to be calm, to act like a normal
person, at least at first.
It wasn't that he disliked the twitches, Dick thought as he rode the elevator
to her level, because he really didn't. Granted, they were terribly distracting
to everyone around him but for Dick it was a physical expression of how much
she set off inside of him. Love and hope and a weird sort of fear and joy and
that certain inexpressible something that went along with Bab's staring at him
over the top of her glasses and smirking just so.
Dick shivered at the image in his head.
The movement shifted the plug in his ass, reminding him of what Roy had told
him to do. Dick has spent the afternoon hovering on the edge of that line
between subspace and simple thoughtlessness where his mind was blank enough
that he had a hard time reacting, much less responding to what was going on
around him. It was a strange place to be for that long but he'd done his best
to stay on the right side of the line.
Good. He had to be good for Babs. She was always so good for him. He needed to
be good for her. The continuing twitches and resultant shifting of the plug
made Dick moan quietly but the elevator door slid open, saving him from
himself.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold into Babs' place the plug started
vibrating inside of him.
"Babs!" Dick gasped as he stumbled and nearly fell to his knees.
"Mmm, good boy," Babs purred as she stared over her glasses exactly the way
he'd been thinking about on the way down. "You did wear the plug."
She gestured for him to come closer and smiled as his knees shook enough that
he could barely walk. Walking was hard enough that he flipped up on his hands
but Babs turned off the vibrations and frowned at him. Dick whined, flipped
back to his feet and then collapsed to his knees right next to her wheelchair
as the vibrations came back.
"No silliness today," Babs said with a finger over Dick's mouth. "There are
important things to discuss and I won't have you distracted from them."
He pouted at her but Babs just smiled that rapacious smile that made his spine
straighten and his penis wake up and shout for her. When she rolled away, Dick
stayed in place. If Babs wanted him to move she'd tell him. She was always very
good at letting Dick know exactly what she wanted from him, which was part of
why he loved playing with her, but she was also sort of sadistic about making
him wait until he'd calmed down and stilled before she'd let him do anything at
all.
As Babs went to make herself tea which apparently included cleaning the pot out
and getting fresh water first, Dick did his best to still the twitches that
were still making it virtually impossible to keep his body still. His thighs
jumped as he tried to stay in place. His fingers tapped and Dick rocked in
place on his knees several times as he tried to get comfortable and stop moving
enough that Babs would let him talk or move or something. Babs hummed from the
kitchen, a sliding hum that went from high pitched to deep and confident.
Dick found himself listening as Babs moved around her kitchen. There were a
million little hums, one for 'which tea do I want', another for 'that cup needs
a proper scrub' and still another for 'nope, not calm in there yet'. He wasn't
still yet but the twitches were slowly subsiding into a sort of rocking motion
that had everything to do with the plug vibrating away inside of him and
nothing to do with his emotions getting the better of him. Little Dick ruled
that movement, not Dick.
"No moving," Babs called from the kitchen as her kettle started to whistle.
His whine was met by a low laugh and the sound of more tea preparations. Dick
forced his hips to stop moving, his hands to unclench on his thighs. More than
anything he wanted to be good for Babs. He always wanted to be good for her.
Minutes ticked by, punctuated by the quiet sound of tea being poured and
something being taken out of the oven. Apple-cinnamon goodness filled the air,
making Dick still even further. He could hear Babs take ice cream out of the
freezer and something that had to be cinnamon tapped delicately over the top of
her dessert.
When Babs rolled back into the room she had a tray balanced on her lap. There
was one cup of tea and a small plate that had apple-crumble tart thing with
vanilla ice cream on it. She settled her burden on one of the tables in the
room and then studied Dick, slowly sipping her tea.
"Come here," Babs said. "Quietly."
"Yes Babs," Dick said in a much quieter tone of voice than he normally would
have used.
When he stood, the twitches were entirely gone and he didn't shake at all from
the vibrations of the plug inside of him. He knelt by her side and smiled as
she pet his cheek with so much love in her eyes that it felt like years ago,
back when they were Batgirl and Robin.
"Such a good boy," Babs murmured. "Did you have breakfast?"
"Yes Babs," Dick said.
"Good night's sleep?"
"Mostly," Dick admitted with a sigh. "My dreams are kind of out of control
right now."
Babs chuckled, raising one eyebrow at Dick. "Tim."
"Yes," Dick said and blushed so violently that he really did feel like the
young boy he'd been the first time they'd kissed. "And Kon, Bart and Roy, too."
"Mmm, you are having a busy dream life," Babs said. "Open."
He blinked and opened his mouth. To his surprise, Babs proceeded to feed him
the apple-crumble bite by bite. It was absolutely nothing like being a little
boy and needing his mother or Alfred to feed him when he was sick. Babs'
expression was as dominant as any that Roy had ever shown him. Pretty soon,
every time her fork deposited another bit of the dessert on his tongue Dick
moaned. Being fed should not feel so much like getting tied up and fucked so
hard that he couldn't move.
"Good?" Babs asked once Dick was done eating the dessert. She ate the very last
bite herself, licking the fork seductively.
"Very," Dick said and wow, that came out much huskier than he'd intended.
"Believe it or not, that particular recipe came from Cass," Babs said. She
grinned at Dick's surprise. "I know. I have no idea where she found it but I'm
delighted she shared it."
"Me too," Dick said.
He waited as Babs sipped her tea. The taste of apple, sugar and cinnamon filled
his mouth, nearly overwhelming him. From now on anytime he ate anything similar
to the apple-crumble he was going to think of this and get hard as a rock. Babs
seemed to see it because her eyes crinkled in a smile that was hidden by her
cup of tea.
"Tim wants you," Babs announced calmly. She held up a hand as Dick opened his
mouth to protest. "No, Dick. He contacted me and asked for advice on what to do
about you. Tim was very clear that he wanted to have sex with you, to be with
you on at least a somewhat regular basis. However, he's reluctant to push you
into it after having pushed you away for so long. He doesn't feel that it's
fair to you when he's very well aware that you're quite submissive."
Dick blinked, his mouth still dropped open though now it was more for shock
than to say anything. Babs chuckled and tapped his chin, prompting Dick to snap
his mouth shut again.
"We talked about it rather extensively after everyone went to bed last night,"
Babs said thoughtfully. "I think he would be very good for you. I know that
you'd be good for him. That said, I strongly recommended that there be someone
else there the first time the two of you played. Both of you do tend to get…
passionate about things. I'd hate for the two of you to take it too far in the
heat of the moment."
"You?" Dick asked.
It was a logical deduction. Babs had always excelled at controlling Dick's
impulses, even when he was out of his mind with pure, unadulterated lust. She'd
managed to control him when he was out of his mind on Ivy's pollen on more than
one occasion. But Babs shook her head no, smiling at him as if she'd make him
pay for saying something. He winced and bowed his head in apology. To his
relief, Babs ruffled Dick's hair and hooked a finger under his chin so that he
looked up and met her eyes again.
"No, not me," Babs said. "As intriguing as Tim is, I've very little interest in
playing directly with him. His style of play doesn't mesh well with mine, I'm
afraid. He's a great deal more… physical than I am."
Dick nodded, unsure what she meant on that front. He'd never thought of Babs as
being particularly non-physical. His curious look made her chuckle. She turned
on her monitors and suddenly the entire wall was full of images of Tim.
Tim naked.
Tim having sex with Kon, who was tied to the bed and whimpering as if he
couldn't handle what Tim was doing but didn't want him to stop.
Tim with Kon in his ass and Bart in his mouth and wow, Dick never would have
thought that Bart was that much of a Dom.
A full body shudder swept over Dick. After a second he realized that he was
whimpering in time with Kon, though not until after Babs put her finger over
his mouth to make him hush again. He swallowed hard and kept breathing even
though he desperately wanted to hold his breath to keep the moans in.
"I've already talked to Roy," Babs said once Dick had settled into stillness
and silence again. "He's coming out to Gotham tomorrow. Lian will be with him.
Most of it is for the Mission, which frankly we do need his help on, but a very
large part of the reason he's going to come is so that he can back you up when
you ask Tim to have sex with you."
Biting his tongue was the only way Dick kept his whimper in.
Babs smiled wickedly. "I do love it when you're properly obedient, Dick. It
always makes me feel so good when you follow my orders perfectly."
Dick felt absolutely no shame about whining and shifting position so that he
could put his head in her lap. She smiled and ran her fingers through Dick's
hair, gently tugging the longer strands in front and caressing his cheekbones
with her fingertips. He let his eyes drift shut as Babs petted him,
surrendering into her control and care.
"Always such a good boy," Babs murmured a while later. Dick couldn't have said
how much later if his life depended on it. "Look at the monitor's Dick."
He raised his head and looked at them again. There was only one image on them
now, one giant image of Tim standing in front of Kon who had his hands bound
behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes. They were both naked but Bart
was wearing a pair of sweats that he'd pushed down so that he could stroke
himself while watching Tim with Kon.
The hot look was back in Tim's eyes, combined with love and laughter as Kon
shuddered and then forced himself to be perfectly still again. Tim brushed his
penis over Kon's mouth. When Kon immediately opened his mouth like a baby bird
begging for a meal, Tim shuddered and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment
before he pushed his erection into Kon's mouth.
"He loves being a Dom," Babs observed. "I've actually got quite a lot of
footage of him, though none in his new home. I'm going to have you ask Tim to
put some cameras in his home for me. I think that he'll like being watched and
recorded."
She tapped the controls and the scene shifted to Kon watching while Bart slowly
and thoroughly fucked Tim from behind. Tim was bent over at the waist, his
hands gripping his ankles. He had absolutely not support, which made Dick
whimper. He always loved it when Roy did that to him.
"And he very obviously loves being a sub as well," Babs continued. "The one
thing he doesn't seem to do is vanilla. Steph has complained about that to me
several times."
When Babs turned to smile at him the pure Domme look was in her eyes, the one
that had sent Dick to his knees in front of her when they were barely more than
kids and just starting to flirt with each other. He shuddered and licked his
lips hopefully. Babs nodded and gestured for Dick to stand in front of her at
the same time as she tapped something on the controls that changed the images
to a montage of Tim having sex with Kon, with Bart, with both of them, with
Bernard and oh God, Tim liked whips. Steph was there, riding Tim like a cowboy
and Tam was two screens over, gasping as Tim ate her out as though she tasted
better than the apple-crumble that Babs had fed him.
"You're going to have sex with him, Dick," Babs said while rubbing his very
interested erection through his pants. "You want to, don't you?"
"Yes, Babs," Dick said and oh God, he wanted it so bad.
"You're not going to make him wait anymore, are you?" Babs asked.
"No, no I won't," Dick promised.
Babs put her fingers on the zipper, raising one eyebrow in a silent question
that he was grateful for even as he couldn't believe she bothered asking. He
nodded 'yes' desperately, aching for whatever she'd give him though from the
way she licked her lips it was obvious what Babs wanted from him tonight.
She slid the zipper down and then pushed his pants and underwear out of the
way. At Babs' gesture, he stepped out of them and then pulled his T-shirt off,
too. Babs smiled at his body, stroking his erection just firmly enough that his
hips hitched a little. Her nails weren't much longer than Dick's, cut short to
make it easier to type, but they felt sharper and longer to him.
"I do miss you when you don't visit," Babs murmured as her other hand cupped
his balls. The grip was just the right side of painful, made even more intense
by the vibrations of the plug still working inside of him.
"I'm sorry," Dick babbled because it was Babs and she was touching him and oh
God, he needed to be touched, to have someone else's body against his. "Sorry.
I'll visit more, I promise."
"Hush," Babs ordered and her voice slid two octaves lower until she nearly had
the Batman growl going. "No words, Dick. You can make noise but no words. Watch
the monitors and think about Tim touching you this way."
He looked up from her face to the monitors, but not until after she slid her
lips over the tip of his penis, flicking it with her tongue. Dick groaned,
shifted his feet slightly farther apart to give himself a more solid stance and
then watched his little brother having sex with everyone he loved.
Babs' mouth moved on Dick, sucking him as she stroked and caressed his balls
and ass. Her fingers pushed against the plug just as Tim pressed into Kon's ass
on the screen. It drove a gasp of arousal out of Dick's mouth. His hands
fluttered as he thought about touching Babs and then decided that he couldn't.
She hadn't given him permission to touch so Dick clasped his hands behind his
back, rocking ever so slightly back against her fingers and then forward into
her hot, demanding mouth.
It was beautiful; Tim with his face full of pleasure, taking what his lovers
gave him and giving them what they needed in equal measure. Babs was beautiful
as she sucked on him and made hungry little noises that made him shiver with
need. The whole world was beautiful and Dick felt like he was floating in the
midst of a sea of love and hope and caring that he knew he deserved even though
there was a tiny voice inside of him that always, always, always said that he
hadn't worked hard enough and didn't get to have it after all.
Babs' fingers and mouth pushed the voice down while Tim's image made Dick
forget the voice was even there. The suction increased until Dick was gasping
and shouting for each plunge of Babs' mouth over his aching erection. He knew
he was making some sort of begging sound, something that was intended to be
'please' repeated over and over again but Dick couldn't understand what the
words coming out of his mouth actually were.
As Tim came on nearly every single screen Babs spanked his ass and drove his
erection deep into her throat. Dick shuddered and came as Babs swallowed around
him, taking him so deep that he could hardly believe it.
His scream of pleasure filled her rooms while Babs' hum of enjoyment made his
balls spasm and his knees go wobbly again.
Once he was done coming, the plug was finally turned off and Babs released him
with a pop of her lips. She grinned as he collapsed at her feet, his head on
her knees as he panted and whined desperately. It had been a long time since
he'd come that hard. Even Roy hadn't made him come that hard earlier in the
day.
"Such a good boy," Babs murmured in her sex husky voice. "Rest, Dick. I have
you."
Dick smiled against Babs' thigh. He wrapped his arms around her waist and
buried his face in her stomach. It shook with quiet laughter that felt so good
and right. Everything felt right at this moment. Babs petted his hair and
rubbed his neck with her long fingers.
"That's my good boy."
+++++
"Dick!"
Lian's squeal of delight echoed down the hallways of the manor. She ran down
the hallway and launched herself into his arms with the complete confidence of
a small child whose father always caught her safely. Dick laughed and staggered
back a step, hugging her and twirling her around while she squealed with joy.
"Hey you," Dick said once they'd spun a dozen or so times and then collapsed in
the middle of the hallway together, both laughing so hard they could barely
breathe. "You just get here?"
"Yeah," Lian giggled. "Daddy says I get to help Alfred in the kitchen and then
on the computers tonight."
"Ooooh, big job," Dick said, grinning as Lian puffed out her chest with pride.
"You betcha it is!" Lian declared. "Now that I'm on the job we'll get those bad
guys for sure."
"I'm sure that we will," Dick said firmly enough that Lian beamed at him and
hugged him again.
Eventually they got off of the floor, with Roy's quietly laughing assistance,
and headed down to the kitchen were Alfred actually smiled at Lian. It didn't
surprise Dick at all that Damian took one alarmed look at Lian and then fled
from the kitchen as quickly as he could, though the haste with which he
departed was a little unusual. Lian didn't appear to notice but once Damian was
gone she giggled to Alfred about silly boys.
The afternoon was full of Lian laughter, Roy consulting with Bruce about his
place in the mission (and Roy disappearing for about an hour on a super-secret
sub-mission that Dick suspected was the reason for his visit) and Dick trying
to locate Tim without any success whatsoever. Eventually he asked Alfred, who
told him that Tim had gone back to his new place to get some sleep. Given that
Dick thought that Tim had gotten about eight hours of sleep total in the last
five or six days, that was probably a very, very good idea. The last thing he
wanted was for Tim to get hurt while on patrol.
Still, it made Dick a little twitchy that Tim wasn't available. He'd promised
Babs that he'd talk to Tim about the sex thing and Dick always liked to fill
his promises to her as soon as possible. Besides, she'd also asked him to ask
Tim if he could put bugs throughout Tim's new home. Babs almost never asked for
things like that so he had to think that it was very important to her.
"Twitchy," Roy commented once darkness finally came and they got to go down to
the Cave to change.
"Can't help it," Dick complained. "I just want to get out there and do
something."
"You should be wearing the Nightwing suit tonight," Roy chuckled. "You're too
restless for Batman."
"I wish I could," Dick sighed. "Unfortunately, no go. Bruce already said that I
need to be Bats tonight."
Roy nodded as if he was already aware of that, which he probably was, but there
was still a lot of amusement in his eyes as he observed Dick's nervous energy.
It was good that tonight was going to be a busy night. Even better, Dick was
paired with Roy which meant that he'd have someone to rein him in if the nerves
did get the better of him. It didn't happen very often in the Bat suit but
given how wound up he was over Tim it might tonight.
When they made it to the locker room, Damian was there, suspiciously staring at
the door as he dressed. It looked to Dick as though he was afraid that someone
was going to burst in and attack him at any second. He started and glowered
when he saw Roy walking at Dick's side.
"That offspring of yours will not be coming down here, will she?" Damian
demanded with his tunic half on.
"She might," Roy said entirely too casually. "Alfred was saying something about
having her help down here tonight, at least until her bedtime."
Damian's eyes went so wide that he looked terrified. He dressed so quickly that
Dick thought that he'd suddenly developed super speed. Before Dick could ask
what was wrong, Damian was running out of the locker room while putting his
mask on with one hand and shouting to Steph that they needed to go immediately.
Dick turned to Roy who grinned after Damian. They could easily hear Steph's
protests and Damian's rapidly rising demands to leave, now, this instant, what
was wrong with her hearing, they needed to go now! When Roy started snickering,
Dick cocked his head inquiringly. This was way more than the normal Damian /
Lian battles over who got to be the favorite child in the Manor.
"Someone might have told Lian that little boys tease girls and are mean to them
when they like them," Roy said with a wicked smile. "And someone else might
have told Damian that little girls tended to take mean-hearted teasing as
seduction that should be responded to with kisses and hugs and pink lace-
covered hearts saying 'Do you like me?' with little boxes on them for yes and
no."
"You didn't," Dick breathed.
"Oh, just Lian's side," Roy said entirely too smugly.
"And Damian's?" Dick asked while laughter tried to bubble up and he tried to
stomp it down.
"Tim. Apparently very seriously and with pictures of examples and Steph backing
him up that she'd done exactly that when she was Lian's age," Roy said with a
humongous and thoroughly evil grin.
The laughter won. Dick laughed and laughed, collapsing onto one of the benches
in the locker room as he laughed until he wheezed and he was crying. Roy
snickered and left him there as he got back into his Arsenal uniform.
Eventually Dick managed to stop laughing and get dressed. He felt a lot better
for the laughter, which was probably deliberate on Roy's part.
Dick appreciated it. Their mission wasn't one of the really critical ones
tonight. They had a more or less normal patrol, other than they were to stop at
one particular club and intimidate the owner into talking about the people
who'd been using it to work on their conspiracy. What amused Dick was that they
were supposed to portray the visit as nothing more than a normal stop during
patrol. Despite the attempt to make it seem like they weren't onto the people
behind the huge plot, Dick was pretty sure that they knew that the heroes of
the world were working to shut them down.
"I really should be Nightwing for that," Dick sighed once they were out on the
road and headed into town.
"Granted but there's not a lot to do about that," Roy said. "People would start
asking questions if Nightwing suddenly came back right now. It would be odd and
noticed."
"Mmm, true," Dick sighed. "Sometimes I miss the stripes though."
Roy licked his lips with a suddenly hungry expression on his face. The mask
transformed it from his more normal dominant look into something distant and
almost scary. It was the lack of eyes that did it. Dick was intensely grateful
for the cowl that obscured the majority of his face because he really didn't
want to admit how much that masked dominance turned him on. From the smirk on
Roy's lips, he was quite aware of his effect on Dick, especially on his
abruptly interested again penis.
"I really need to adjust this suit," Dick sighed.
"Uh-huh," Roy rumbled and grinned as Dick shivered. "Easier access would
definitely be good."
"Stop that," Dick complained. "We have patrol."
All he got in reply was a smirk that made his penis jerk against the too-small
cup. Patrol went pretty well. He could hear Jason and Steph snarking viciously
against each other while gleefully cleaning up one cell on the far side of
town. They sounded like they were having an absolute blast, complete with
explosives that Jason had rigged up over the afternoon. Helena was off on her
own again, doing something cryptic that involved ice, guns and a lot of
seriously pained screams. Damian was paired with Bruce, both of them running
through the night as silently as ghosts, though every so often Damian would
snidely comment on whichever place they'd managed to clear out last.
Cass and Tim were somewhere relatively close but Dick didn't see either of them
as the night progressed.
It was a busy night in their area so he supposed that wasn't too surprising.
Seventeen attempted muggings, three attempted murders, two attempted rapes, one
mini-riot that was more of a smash and grab at one of the local electronics
shops and their required visit to the club made it quite exciting, all things
considered. It felt utterly strange to have Roy be the 'good cop' and Dick be
the 'bad cop' during the interrogation, but given their costumes it was
necessary. Dick was far more used to being the one making the snarky jokes and
promising to protect the perp than taking Bruce's role of threatening them with
destroying their bodies and souls.
Still, they got the information Bruce and Babs wanted, much to Babs' delight,
and were able to head back out into the city with a minimum of fuss. Dick truly
thought that the tear gas arrow fired into the still relatively crowded club
was an important reminder that they shouldn't get cocky but Babs hadn't been
terribly pleased by it. He didn't know why. She got wonderful pictures that
could be used to identify everyone as they stumbled out of the club, gasping
and coughing.
Two bombs and another rape attempt followed the club visit which put them at
bar closing time, to Dick's surprise. Several drunken brawls filled the next
hour, along with two drunk drivers to get off of the road. By the time they
took a break on top of one of the bigger buildings in the area, Dick was
exhausted and even Roy looked tired.
"Crazy night," Roy commented.
"More going on than usual," Dick agreed with a tired sigh.
"We could use a hand," Tim said over the comms.
He grunted as if he was in the middle of a huge battle. Roy and Dick exchanged
looks and then hurried together to his location. Tim and Cass were having
trouble, entirely too much trouble. They'd located another cell of the
organization behind the big plot but this one was guarded by a team of Metas.
Dick and Roy immediately charged in and helped them out.
It took a lot of work, several bruised ribs that almost felt cracked at first,
and the entirety of Roy's supply of expanding foam arrows to finally subdue the
Metas. Tim had disappeared in the middle of the battle, slipping inside the
cell's hideout to raid their computers. Once again, they had to run for their
lives when the computer system decided to blow up in a huge explosion that
knocked down the buildings closest to the hideout.
That meant spending another half hour making sure that no one had gotten
trapped in the rubble (no one had, thank goodness) before the police and fire
department finally arrived. Slipping away to the rooftops was a relief, as was
the sun just starting to turn the horizon pink and gold.
"That went reasonably well," Tim commented once they were safely away and
perched on a nice solid, non-burning roof.
"Tim," Cass said.
He turned and, apparently Tim's surprise, suddenly had an armful of Cass
kissing him as though she was trying to suck his tongue out. It only took a
second before Tim caught on and kissed Cass back, his hands resting gently on
her hips. The kiss looked like one of the eat your soul kisses that Dick had
seen on Babs' monitors, which of course had Little Dick sitting up and
battering against the too-small cup.
"Ah, applying for the Exception List?" Tim asked once Cass let his lips go.
"Mmm, think yes," Cass said and giggled. "Nice."
Tim blushed, which was just barely visible under his cowl. "Thank you."
Cass nodded and hurried away, still giggling which was a very strange thing
when she was in costume. Tim watched her go and then smiled as he licked his
lips. The simple little movement abruptly carbonated Dick's brain. Images from
Babs' monitors of Tim licking his lips exactly like that after sucking Bart off
competed against other images of Tim kissing Kon until Kon was whimpering and
thrusting helplessly against Tim's belly. They combined with dreams he'd had
and the low rumble of appreciation from Roy.
"Did his brain just drain out of his ears?" Tim asked while peering at Dick.
"Oh yeah," Roy answered with a low laugh. "No surprise. He's wound way too
tight over you, Double R. You letting anyone apply for that Exception List of
yours?"
"Not anyone," Tim answered and he really shouldn't be able to look that
flirtatious with the cowl on. He smirked and darn it, a smirk that sexy should
never, ever, in a million years be on Tim's lips, at least not while Dick's
penis was constrained by this particular cup. "Do you have references or
samples that I mind find interesting?"
As Dick tried to gather together enough functioning brain cells to formulate a
coherent response (other than tackling Tim and kissing him while trying to rub
off on his stomach), Roy smiled his best Dom's smile. That made Tim's breath
catch, especially when Roy reached out to grab his wrist and pull him in for a
kiss that made the kiss with Cass look like a peck on the cheek by comparison.
Tim all but melted against Roy's body, which seemed to be exactly what Roy
wanted. Dick forced himself to look around to verify that no one was watching
them but no, they appeared to be secure. If anyone was taping them then Dick
was certain Babs would take care of it.
When Dick looked back at Roy and Tim his legs shook enough that the cape
quivered around Dick. Tim's arms were wrapped around Roy's neck and he'd
threaded one leg around Roy's hips as if he was about to ride Roy right there.
Roy had Tim's cape bunched up under his hands as he firmly squeezed Tim's ass.
Eventually they broke apart and yet again Dick regretted that he wasn't in the
Nightwing suit. He could have had his penis out and been stroking it if he was
Nightwing tonight. As it was he tried unsuccessfully to adjust his cup so that
it wouldn't cut off his circulation while holding in whimpers that were wildly
inappropriate for Batman.
"Mmm, I think that was a very interesting sample," Tim murmured once he and Roy
stopped kissing.
Roy laughed breathlessly. "Sure seems like there's something promising to me."
Tim cast one sly look at Dick before cocking his head at Roy. "Well, there
would have to be a proper try-out before I could say for sure that you're a
proper fit for the Exception List. Unless of course you have a reference,
someone to speak for you."
As Roy laughed Dick's mind finally coordinated with his body well enough to let
him tackle Tim and knock him to the rooftop's gritty surface. Tim was laughing,
hugging Dick as if he'd been waiting for exactly this, so Dick kissed him the
way he'd wanted to for years and years and years. That made Tim's laughter die
at the same time it made Dick's cup absolutely unbearable.
Kissing Tim was a strange mixture of submission and dominance. He could almost
literally feel Tim working out just how submissive Dick actually was and then
deciding how he wanted to respond to that. Dick gasped against Tim's lips as
Tim flipped them over and pinned Dick down. The kiss shifted into something a
great deal more intensive as Tim all but tongue-fucked Dick's mouth and made
noises like he found their respective cowls totally frustrating.
"Ow," Dick groaned as Tim settled over his hips and pressed down against the
too-small cup.
Tim blinked and raised an eyebrow. After a second he snickered and grinned.
"You really do need to adjust that codpiece."
"Tell me about it," Dick groaned. "I swear that I'm going to be permanently
crippled if this keeps up."
Both Tim and Roy laughed at that. Tim quite deliberately rocked against Dick,
though not so hard that it was excruciating. His eyes were intent as he watched
Dick's reaction to the deliberate infliction of pain. Even with the cowl hiding
his face, Dick was pretty sure that his enthusiastic enjoyment of it was
obvious to Tim. Roy certainly saw how much Dick liked it. He was grinning at
Dick and Tim as if this was the best show he'd seen all year.
Tim smiled down at Dick, the expression turned into something strange because
of the Red Robin cowl. He ran his hands over Dick's chest, ghosting them over
the armor as if it was Dick's flesh. After a moment he nodded firmly.
"Let's go," Tim said.
"Where?" Roy asked.
Neither of them offered Dick a hand up, which somehow emphasized the shift in
Tim's behavior away from submissive and towards dominant. He rolled to his
knees and then stood when Tim nodded at him. A quick brush of his hand got rid
of the dust and debris from the rooftop.
"My place," Tim replied to Roy.
"Ah…" Tim and Roy both glared at Dick when he spoke up. "Sorry but I was asked
to relay a request from O."
"Oh, well that's different," Tim said while Roy nodded and made a get on with
it gesture.
"O would appreciate it if you would consider allowing me to place bugs in your
place so that she can… watch," Dick said. He swallowed hard at the suddenly
fierce expression on Tim's face. "She um, asked. Not ordered."
Tim cocked his head to the side, frowning at Dick for a long moment. "Where?"
"Um, everywhere," Dick said. "Especially the bedroom."
"Did she have any footage to share with the class?" Roy asked hopefully.
They both grinned as Dick shuddered in ways that were so utterly inappropriate
for the Batman suit. He couldn't help but show just how much he'd enjoyed
watching Tim but that didn't seem to bother Tim at all. He licked his lips
again, shuddering with arousal that made Roy rumble at them both.
"I think I can arrange that," Tim said in a voice that had gone husky. "Let's
go. I can think of some lovely places for her cameras."
+++++
"The showers are in here," Tim commented as Roy paced by his side and Dick
followed both of them. "Communal, I'm afraid, but it was easier to set up that
way. I honestly didn't expect to get many visitors after patrol."
"Can't say that I mind getting a look at you," Roy murmured.
He drew an appreciative glance down Tim's neck, which was slowly being revealed
as Tim unzipped his suit and disarmed the defenses on it. Tim smirked back at
him, slowly and casually stripping the Red Robin suit off as he led the way.
Dick pushed the Batman cowl back and let out a sigh of relief. Both Tim and Roy
smiled at him, Tim with a particularly smirky smile that promised all sorts of
kinky things in the very near future.
Outside the showers was a locker room, though it was considerably more
comfortable than the one in the Cave. Dick gladly stripped out of the suit as
Tim and Roy stripped and chatted about why Tim had put in ample padded benches
instead of Bruce's more utilitarian teak benches. Dick preferred to think that
they were there for kinky activities rather than simply being cheap and easy to
clean with their microfiber covers. Their chit-chat seemed more like a sort of
jockeying for position, as though the two of them were working out exactly how
their respective versions of dominance and submission worked.
It was sort of interesting to watch. Dick hadn't played with two Doms before
and Tim seemed to have slid very firmly into Dom mode by the time they were all
naked. At least it looked to Dick like Tim was in Dom mode but when Roy reached
out to run his thumb along the side of Tim's neck, Tim gave him an arch look
that was almost a glare.
"Don't do that," Tim growled at him.
"Ah, sorry?" Roy said, obviously startled by Tim's response.
"You do that and I'm going to go all subby," Tim explained a little less
harshly. "I've wanted Dick since I was tiny and now that I finally get a chance
at him I don't want to lose it because my brain's gone to mush. We can have
another round later where you Dom us both."
Roy laughed and grinned at Tim, puffing his chest out a little bit as his penis
hardened. "Okay, I'm just going to be proud here that I make your brain go to
mush with a touch. Never mind me."
Dick snickered, which got both of them looking at him. His brain carbonated
again at their eager looks, to the point that Dick wasn't entirely sure how he
ended up with Roy pressed up behind him and Tim in front of him. There had been
too many emotions, too many fantasies, welling up all at once for any level of
coherence to be maintained.
Still, once Tim caught his face in his hands and made Dick meet his eyes,
Dick's mind cleared out. There wasn't anything other than Tim staring down at
him as if Dick was something precious that he'd wanted for years and only just
got to have.
"Yes, years," Tim said, apparently answering the question Dick hadn't realized
he'd said out loud. "I wanted to be around you from the time I was four, Dick.
I knew that I wanted more than just friendship by the time I was nine. I was a
pretty early bloomer. I knew just how much you meant to me by the time I was
fourteen. You're the one that made me regret the No Heroes rule the most. I've
wanted you most of my life. You wouldn't believe how excited I am that you're
finally someone I can touch."
"Oh God," Dick whimpered.
Roy caught Dick's arms, keeping him from hugging Tim and squeezing until he
couldn't breathe. He would have struggled against Roy's grip but Tim bent down
and kissed Dick slowly and thoroughly. Tim tasted faintly like blood, as if
he'd taken a blow to the mouth sometime during patrol, overlaid over tea and
the faintest hints of one of Alfred's sandwiches.
His acute awareness of Tim's taste quickly faded as Tim gently encouraged Dick
to open his mouth. Roy nuzzled Dick's neck in exactly the right spot to make
him shudder with need. Dick let Tim in, relaxing into their control. Tim kissed
like he fought, full of intensity and control. His hands alongside Dick's face
were warm and firm as his tongue explored Dick's mouth. Between Roy's nibbles
on his neck and Tim's kisses, Dick's head was spinning entirely too quickly.
It took forever for Tim to pull back and stare into Dick's eyes. He stared at
Dick for a long moment that seemed even longer because Roy wasn't moving
either. Dick was the only one moving by that point, rocking against Roy's grip
on his arms and whimpering for more.
"So beautiful," Tim whispered.
"Always is," Roy agreed. "Where do you want to put the cameras? Don't want to
disappoint the lady."
Tim shuddered and blushed so hard that Dick would have thought that he hated
the thought, except for the way that Tim's erection jerked and his breath
speeded up. He licked his lips and looked down at Dick as if he was plotting
out all the ways he wanted to do Dick and then looked around the room for the
best angles to record from. Dick blinked and then laughed.
"You're an exhibitionist," Dick said and grinned when Tim looked at him with
that arched eyebrow.
"Very much so," Tim said without the slightest hint of shame. "And so are you.
I already know that. Does it make you more excited to know that Kon's listening
to us?"
Dick jerked and stared at Tim who smirked and leaned down to nuzzle Dick's ear.
Roy purred behind Dick, nuzzling his other ear and then biting the lobe just
hard enough to make it hurt wonderfully.
"R-really?" Dick asked and wow, that was a much higher register than normal.
"Mmm-hmm," Tim murmured into Dick's ear. "Kon's always listening to me. His
ears are tuned into me so he hears me no matter what I'm doing. Awake, asleep,
work or play, Kon's listening all the time. He hears me doing this," he stroked
Dick's erection with a feathery touch that was closer to tickling than anything
else. "He probably just pulled himself out so he could touch himself the same
way I'm touching you."
"Oh my God," Dick whimpered.
He was so hard from the thought of it that his penis ached almost worse than
getting hard in the suit. Tim chuckled and gripped Dick's erection tightly.
When he tugged it was direction, not stimulation.
"Up," Tim ordered. "As much as I want to fuck you silly, we all need showers."
"We are kind of pungent," Roy laughed.
He let Dick go just long enough to propel him to his feet. Between Roy's hands
on Dick's back and Tim's grip on his very interested erection, they got Dick
into the shower room and into a spray of warm water that was just the right
side of hot. There were a half dozen shower heads pouring water on them,
soaking Dick, Tim and Roy within moments. Roy kept nuzzling Dick's neck,
stroking his body, while Tim watched approvingly.
Tim smiled, lathering soap with his hands. Instead of washing his body, Tim
moved close and started watching Dick's body as if he owned every single inch
of it. Every touch was firm and assured, as if he knew every hot spot on Dick's
body. Roy grinned and took the soap to wash Dick's back, both of the rubbing up
against Dick so that he was the filling in a soapy, wet sandwich.
"Please," Dick whimpered as Roy soaped up his ass and Tim stroked his erection
with foam-covered hands.
"More?" Tim asked with that perfect smirk on his lips. "I don't think either of
us are ready for more yet, Dick."
"I'm certainly having fun with this," Roy chuckled into Dick's ear.
"Oh God, please!" Dick moaned. "Teasing me!"
"Yes," Tim hissed as he did something brilliant and perfectly painful with his
nails to Dick's erection. "Teasing you. Getting you read for us, Dick. I've
wanted you for far too long to let this be a quickie. I have plans for you
tonight."
"So far I highly approve of your plans," Roy laughed as Dick gasped and
shuddered, barely able to resist the urge to come right then. "What else do
these plans include?"
Tim smirked at Dick as he set the soap aside but he didn't answer until they'd
washed all the soap off of all three of their bodies. All through it, Roy and
Tim kept Dick from doing much of anything. Roy's hands kept Dick from touching
Tim, most often by keeping his arms twisted behind his back. Tim slipped away
every time Dick tried to kiss or nuzzle his cheek. He was grinning as he did
it, obviously enjoying controlling everything about what Dick got to feel at
any given moment.
Eventually he went to an open cabinet on the wall and pulled out some nylon
cuffs that were water-safe and a jar of waterproof lube. Roy's chuckle was hot
and appreciative in Dick's ear. Together they pulled Dick's arms over his head
and cuffed him to a discreet little O-ring in the middle of the shower's spray.
"Very nice," Tim murmured as he used the lube on himself instead of Dick. "I'm
going to enjoy this entirely too much."
"What's 'this'?" Roy asked while idly playing with Dick's erection.
"You get my ass," Tim said and smiled at the way Roy jerked with arousal, "and
I get Dick's cock in my mouth. We can try different things later, like you
fucking me into Dick's ass, but for now I want both ends filled."
Dick realized after a moment that he was begging under his breath, pleading in
a broken little voice that he hardly ever heard out of his own mouth. Normally
it took Roy beating him while a vibrator filled his ass to get him to this
point. He shuddered and gave in utterly, trusting that Tim and Roy wouldn't
hurt him, wouldn't take things too far. There would be time later for
discussion of limits. For now Dick wanted Tim so badly that he could barely see
straight.
Tim smiled a truly sadistic smile and walked away. He shook off the water and
went out into the locker room, taking his time as he found the bugs that Babs
had given Dick. Two of them are waterproofed; little digital things that
wirelessly send signals back to Babs' computers. While Roy stroked Dick's body
and directed one of the shower heads to spray water directly on his aching
erection, Tim casually strolled back into the shower and considered where to
place them.
He tried one spot, then another, finally settling the two bugs where they'll
have an excellent field of vision. Dick could see the moment when they went
online. The little cameras flashed for a moment and then there was a tiny beep
that was barely audible over the sound of the water splashing and Dick's
desperate whimpers.
"Didn't realize you were quite this sadistic," Roy commented as Tim sauntered
back over to stroke his nails over Dick's erection.
"Very much so," Tim said. "I've been aware of my sadomasochism since I was
approximately nine years old."
"Then you want it hard and deep?" Roy asked.
"Very much so," Tim said.
They both smiled as Roy moved away from Dick. Tim kept his hand on Dick's
erection, the nails digging in perfectly, even though both Roy and Tim seemed
to be focused on each other instead of Dick. He'd never thought that two Doms
together would be hot but watching Tim kiss Roy like he wanted to eat his soul
was probably the hottest thing that Dick had ever seen.
This time Tim's kiss was anything but melting. Roy and Tim surged against each
other, almost battling each other for dominance. After a moment where Dick was
afraid that neither one would yield Roy groaned and backed off a little. Tim's
breath caught and his nails dug into Dick's cock, sending a shiver of arousal
through Dick.
Dick jerked against the cuffs, not because he wanted to get loose which would
be easy enough if he really wanted it, but because Tim let go of his erection
to stroke Roy's and offer up a condom. His eyes drifted nearly shut as Dick
whined at them, saying something desperate and garbled that even he didn't
understand. Both of them ignored Dick in favor of another dueling kiss that led
to Tim being shoved up against Dick's chest so that he was the stuffing in the
sandwich this time.
Tim pushed Roy back and bent down in the spray of the water to suck Dick's
penis into his mouth. At the same time he arched his back and offered himself
to Roy who grinned and took a deep breath before slamming into Tim so hard that
Dick shouted for him.
The brutal thrust seemed to be exactly what Tim wanted though because he
groaned appreciatively around Dick's erection. His teeth grazed Dick's
erection, making Dick shout and whine deep in his throat. There wasn't much
that Dick could do other than try and brace himself as Roy started pounding
into Tim, driving him forward onto Dick's erection so that Tim was effectively
fucking his face on Dick's cock.
"Good," Dick managed to say, managed to gasp despite the stimulation of Tim's
mouth around him, his fingers cradling Dick's testicles. "So good!"
"Oh yeah, damn good," Roy agreed. "Made for this. Made for us to take you and
use you, weren't you Dick?"
The question made Dick shout because he'd expected it to be for Tim. He looked
down at Tim and shuddered because Tim was looking up at him, eyes hot and
demanding. Tim's hand curled around Dick's thigh, encouraging him to thrust as
much as he could. When Dick's feet slipped Tim's nails were sharp and hard on
his testicles, which only drove Dick to try harder.
He wanted to do better, wanted to be perfect. There was something about the
expression in Tim's eyes that reminded him of Bruce watching as Dick practiced.
That demand, the expectation and need mixed together into something compelling
and almost incandescent was enough to send his brain away into the perfect zone
where Dick could do anything as long as someone needed him, wanted him.
Roy's voice echoed from somewhere far away, telling Dick that he was beautiful,
perfect, exactly what he wanted. It was a faint, distant sound that couldn't
compete against the demand hanging in Tim's eyes. Dick gulped and braced one
foot behind him so that he could thrust at least a little bit for Tim.
Tim wanted him, wanted him to fuck his mouth. Dick panted, vaguely aware that
someone was shouting, moaning, promising that he'd do it right, do it well as
the water started to cool until it was lukewarm and then edging into cold. The
shift in temperature made Dick's skin feel two sizes too tight, especially when
compared to the furnace that was Tim's demanding mouth.
"Yes!" Roy shouted.
He slammed into Tim who shuddered and came as well. Tim pulled his mouth away
so that he could groan against Dick's hip. His hand clenched around Dick's
erection, squeezing tightly enough that Dick couldn't come even though he
wanted to.
"Oh yeah," Tim sighed.
Roy pulled Tim up, laughing as Tim arched his back to keep Roy inside of him.
To Dick's dismay, Tim kept his hand clamped around his erection. Both Roy and
Tim smirked at Dick's desperate whimpers. Tim looked over his shoulder at Roy
with that utterly sadistic smirk.
"Do you think he earned it?" Tim asked.
"Mmm, he did do pretty well," Roy said. "After this much stimulation he's
usually pretty bad at keeping control."
"He was very good for me," Tim agreed while rocking back against Roy who
groaned and clutched his hips. "I suppose he has earned an orgasm. Do you want
it, Dick?"
"ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease," Dick panted, trying to thrust into Tim's
hand and failing because Tim wouldn't relax his hand enough to let Dick's
erection slide.
"Hmmm," Tim murmured, still smirking at Dick. "I want it Dick. Give it to me.
Give it to me now!"
He released the tension and stroked Dick's erection just like he'd stroked Kon
back in the Tower. The mental connection to Kon, to the fact that Kon had to be
listening to this just like Babs was watching it, had Dick coming so hard that
he screamed and jerked. His knees gave way but Tim was there, along with Roy.
They turned off the water, released Dick's wrists. Tim held Dick up, murmuring
words of praise that sounded so much like Bruce when he was especially pleased
that Dick jerked through several rounds of aftershocks that made his whole body
tremble. Roy wrapped a towel big enough for four around them, expertly drying
Dick and Tim off with little murmurs of approval of his own.
"Thank you," Dick whispered once he managed to catch his breath.
He finally hugged Tim the way he'd wanted to all night, holding his little
brother close while shaking with the intensity of the whole scene. Tim chuckled
and hugged Dick back. Eventually he pulled away enough to tug Dick towards the
locker room.
"Come on," Tim said, laughing as Roy started toweling off Tim's hair. "I have
more plans for you two and there are a lot more bugs that need to be placed."
"Oh my God," Dick groaned as he gladly followed Tim out into the other room. "I
think I died and went to heaven."
"Not yet," Tim said and smirked as both Dick and Roy shuddered. "But it won't
be long now."
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"No knives!" Dick squeaked and then blushed as Tim smiled at him fondly and
just a little regretfully.
"Yes, I know, Dick," Tim said. "Don't worry. It's just something I find
intriguing, not something that's vital to my pleasure."
"Good," Roy said with a little shrug. "Frankly the only time I'm comfortable
with blood play is if there are whips involved."
Tim groaned and shivered while licking his lips at Roy. The dominant posture
abruptly dissolved into something nearly as submissive as Dick's boneless
sprawl across Tim's couch. It was a much more abrupt shift than Dick would have
expected but Tim didn't seem uncomfortable with that rapid shift of thought
pattern. Roy certainly didn't seem to mind it either. He grinned at Tim and
wagged his eyebrows.
"Like whips, do you?" Roy asked.
"Oh yes," Tim said. "Absolutely yes. Preferably with marks that last for
several days to a week."
"Ouch," Dick commented and then laughed when Tim looked at him like he was
crazy. "Sorry, but I'm just not that much of a masochist. I love the pain while
it's happening but I want it to go away when the play is done."
"Mmm, I prefer that the pain stays with me for a while," Tim said and shrugged.
"But then I've always liked the visuals of being marked."
"I'm surprised you don't have any tattoos," Roy commented as he started
wandering around the living room to put up cameras.
"Too identifiable," Tim said.
They'd already bugged Tim's kitchen while getting something to eat and then all
the entrances both legitimate and hidden. Tim didn't appear to mind having
Babs' cameras there at all, which made Dick wonder why they hadn't been there
before. He didn't ask, not with Tim's penis getting harder by the second and
Roy watching both of them as if he was plotting interestingly kinky things to
do to them. Dick was pretty sure that they'd be having a round in the living
room and then going off to the bedroom, which was the last place left to bug.
"So you like bondage, the tighter the better," Roy commented while securing one
camera over the door.
"Very much so," Tim said.
His voice slid into a softer, slightly shuddery tone that made Dick's stomach
flip. Tim as a sub made Dick want to wrap him up in his arms and protect him.
He looked and sounded like he'd do anything that you wanted, no matter how
kinky it was. Granted Dick was very much that way himself but seeing his little
brother that willing somehow made him want to cuddle and protect him.
Roy smiled, crossed to kiss Tim quickly, and then slipped out of his arms
before Tim could do more than moan. "You love being taken."
"Yes."
"How do you feel about taking Dick's ass with your arms tied around him and
your hands wrapped around his cock so tightly that he can't come without
permission?" Roy asked.
Dick whined and squirmed on the couch while Tim's breath caught and his eyes
fluttered shut. That made Roy laugh at them both, the laugh that said he was
absolutely delighted with both of them and looking forward to playing hard. The
second bug went over the fireplace and the third Roy stuck in exactly the right
spot to cover the rest of the room and down the hallway to the front door.
"That sounds wonderful to me," Tim said and this time his voice was very shaky.
"Of course you're going to have to earn your orgasm too," Roy told Tim as he
came back over and stroked his thumb down the side of Tim's neck. "You did make
us wait for a long time before we got to touch, Tim."
"I know," Tim said and Dick could literally see his eyes dilating with pleasure
at the pressure of Roy's thumb against the side of his throat. "I'm sorry."
"You should be," Roy said.
He glanced at Dick who grinned at him. It was really interesting to get to
watch Roy Dom someone else. Most of the time Dick was so wound up when they got
together that he wasn't even aware of Roy's little check-ins and procedures for
making sure Dick got what he needed. It all flowed together into sex and love
and the joy of getting what he needed. Seeing it from the outside was very
different.
Dick wasn't sure what it said about the two of them that Tim and Dick both
needed to prove that they were good enough during scenes. He knew it all tied
back into Bruce but Dick absolutely refused to think about his father figure
during sexual activities. Well, at least while starting out. Once he got going
he responded powerfully to things that reminded him of Bruce. During the wind-
up it freaked him out.
"Over the back of the couch, Dick," Roy ordered in exactly the right tone of
voice to get him going too. It was the 'bet you can't do this' tone instead of
the 'do it now' one.
Dick rolled up on his knees and draped his upper body over the back of Tim's
couch. It was wide and soft, giving Dick ample room to support his chest and
upper arms, even though the couch stood in the middle of Tim's huge living room
with nothing behind it besides a half height bookshelf stuffed with reference
books.
"Spread those legs and no looking," Roy said.
He tugged Dick into position, spreading Dick several inches wider than was
comfortable but exactly wide enough to make him feel completely exposed. Dick
realized after a moment that he was exposed, both to Tim's eyes and Babs'
camera over the fireplace. That made Dick whine and Roy chuckle, while Tim's
breath turned into needy little pants.
"No looking," Roy repeated as he pushed Dick's head down on his forearms.
"We'll take care of you, Dick but you don't get to see."
"Roy," Dick whined and wasn't at all ashamed of it.
Roy just laughed. He whispered something to Tim who made a desperate whine of
his own. When hands next touched Dick they were Tim's, not Roy's. Tim spread
Dick open, staring at him for a long moment that made Dick blush so hard that
he thought he was bright red all the way down to his toes.
He didn't have any warning before Tim's tongue slid from his testicles up over
his ass. Dick shouted and bucked but Roy's hand landed on his back, holding him
in place so that Tim could continue licking and teasing Dick. During their
discussion of limits, likes and dislikes earlier Tim had said that he loved
doing this but Dick hadn't expected to be on the receiving end so soon.
From the little noises that Tim was making he really did enjoy it. He was
whimpering louder than Dick and Dick thought his throat was going to hurt from
the noises he was making. Tim's tongue was entirely too agile, wet and hot as
Tim teased Dick.
"Yeah, thought you'd like that," Roy murmured to Dick. He was petting Dick's
back, keeping him in place so that Tim could continue. "Tim needs to prove that
he's sorry. You need to get Dick nice and ready, Tim. Make sure that he's
enjoying himself."
"Oh God!" Dick gasped.
Tim's tongue disappeared and his fingers took their place, while his hand
wrapped around Dick's cock to stroke him. Somehow, Tim knew exactly the right
angle to brush against Dick's prostate. He whined and would have pushed back
but Roy's hand was there, holding Dick still so that Tim could keep working on
stretching him out. It was different with Tim whose fingers were more slender.
Roy's fingers always felt blunt and powerful. Dick's own fingers never quite
reached the best places but Tim's were nailing it every single time.
"Oh God yes, oh, oh fuck Tim!" Dick panted, rocking against Tim as much as he
could.
"That looks good," Roy rumbled as Tim slid a third finger into Dick and made
him buck despite their restraining him. "So good. Love watching you take it,
Dick. Such a sexy boy."
It took until Tim had a fourth finger in Dick for Roy to be satisfied. He had
Dick stay in place, forehead still on his arms as Roy slowly guided Tim into
position and then had him press into Dick. Their whines were almost perfect
matches for each other, both desperate and high, when Roy ordered them to stay
exactly like that without moving.
Roy used spare bow strings from his uniform to tie Tim's arms around Dick's
waist, securing them tightly enough that Dick, who peeked during the process
and got scolded for it, was a little worried about cutting circulation off if
Tim struggled. But then Roy had Tim wrap his fingers round Dick's erection and
all thoughts besides 'yesyesyesyesyes!' went away.
"You're still nice and wet," Roy commented once he was sure that Tim had a good
firm grip on Dick and that neither of them was going to move. "I think I want
to know where you got that lube."
He brought a hand down hard on Tim's ass, jolting both of them. It sounded like
one of the really hard smacks that left a mark that stung for ages to Dick. To
Dick's surprise Tim moaned as if it was perfect and got harder in Dick's ass.
The second smack was so hard that it rocked Dick forward into the back of the
couch while Tim gasped.
"Does he like it, Dick?" Roy asked.
"Yes," Dick hissed because oh God, Tim was twice as hard as he had been before.
"Oh God yes!"
"Good," Roy said. "I think he needs a nice hard spanking before I fuck him into
you. He kept us both waiting, teased you for years. He needs to make up for
that with his body. Don't you, Tim?"
"Please!" Tim moaned and the sound of his voice was so desperate that Dick had
to look.
Tim face was barely visible when Dick twisted around to look over his shoulder.
He'd leaned over Dick's back, offering himself up to Roy as much as he could
given the position Roy had put them in. The blush had faded away into two
bright spots on Tim's cheeks but his eyes were even more dilated than they'd
been before.
A hard squeeze on Dick's erection made Dick's breath catch to the point that he
felt like he couldn't breathe but after a second that didn't matter because Roy
brought his hand back down on Tim's ass so hard that they jolted forwards
again. Tim's hands squeezed convulsively with the blow and his hips jerked,
driving his penis deeper into Dick.
"Yeah, this will work very well," Roy murmured in his darkest Dom voice, the
one that usually had Dick thinking about squirming free and escaping. "You love
this, don't you Tim?"
"Yes!"
His enthusiastic agreement, coupled with the next smack that rocked the two of
them calmed Dick's unfocused inner worries. Tim wanted it. He wanted to be
spanked and used. Dick was pretty sure he needed to be used this way, to
apologize for all the things he hadn't done, all the kisses and hugs he hadn't
let Dick and Roy give him. As Roy spanked faster and so hard that every blow
rocked them, Dick relaxed and let Roy take care of Tim while he allowed himself
to enjoy what Tim was giving him.
Tim's fingers squeezed rhythmically, not stroking but still giving Dick enough
stimulation that he felt like his penis got harder with every single blow. By
the time Roy finished what Dick thought were thirty blows Dick and Tim were
both begging for more, Tim in a broken voice that sounded like he was on the
verge of tears and Dick so breathlessly that he was sure that Roy had no clue
what Dick was saying.
"Now that is nice," Roy chuckled. "This couch is at exactly the right height
for this."
He reached around Tim to grasp Dick's hips, pulling sharply. Tim shouted
against Dick's shoulder and continued to gasp as Roy tugged again and again,
driving Tim into Dick's ass with every thrust-tug combination. Dick was far
enough gone that it took him several thrusts to realize that Roy was fucking
Tim, not just manipulating their bodies.
"Tim!" Dick cried.
He tried to squirm and push against him and failed entirely because of the grip
that Roy had on his hips as well as Tim's grip on his erection. That combined
with the softness of the back of the couch kept Dick from getting any leverage
at all. There wasn't a thing he could do besides enjoy what they were doing, in
a completely different way from the last round in the shower.
"Oh God, oh God, Dick!" Tim whimpered against Dick's shoulder blade. "This,
this, oh fuck yes! Wanted this so long. Wanted you! I couldn't, couldn't let
myself, couldn't let myself touch because, oh God Roy!"
He sobbed into Dick's back as Roy picked up the pace; driving Tim into Dick
with thrusts so hard that Dick could barely keep his pose against the back of
the sofa. That didn't stop Tim's babbling or the way his panting breaths warmed
Dick's back. If anything, Roy picking up the pace made Tim talk faster, plead
faster.
"Couldn't stop," Tim continued as if he hadn't been interrupted at all. Maybe
to Tim he hadn't been. "Wouldn't stop if I started. Mean so much to me, always
meant so much to me. I wanted you so bad, Dick! Always wanted to be with you.
Every time I was with someone I thought about you. Very first person I ever
thought about was you. Always been you, just you, oh God, Roy! Yes!"
"Should have let him have you, Tim," Roy said, releasing Dick's hip so that he
could smack Tim's thigh hard enough for the impact to sound like a whip
hitting.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tim panted while squeezing Dick so hard that
stars flared behind Dick's eyes.
Tim kept babbling apologies and explanation into Dick's back as sweat bloomed
on Dick's body. It let Tim's hips slide a little more, adding a tiny bit more
stimulation. Between that stimulation and Roy's continuing thrusts into Tim
that drove Tim into Dick, Dick was babbling back at Tim and Roy as the
pleasure-pain-pleasure rose to nearly unbearable levels.
"Stroke him, Tim," Roy ordered. "Make our Dick feel good."
There was no way to keep from shouting as Tim's hands went from squeezing to
caressing in ways that seemed designed to make Dick's arms and legs lose all
control. His awareness narrowed down to Tim's hands, his hips, the feel of Tim
panting against Dick's back as he kiss and nipped at Dick's shoulder blades.
Dick slowly raised his head but the room was so blurry that he couldn't see
anything. He shut his eyes again as the pleasure rose and rose until he felt
Roy's fingernails scratch down his side. There was a wail from somewhere as
Dick came hard. Tim's hands caught it, letting him stroke Dick more easily,
drawing another surge and then another from him until Dick realized that the
person wailing was him, not Tim or Roy.
He gasped and sobbed as Roy pounded Tim harder, driving Tim into Dick until
Tim's hands abruptly tightened and he jerked hard in an orgasm that sounded as
powerful as Dick's had been. Roy laughed breathlessly as he thrust a couple
more time and then came as well, in his case with a deep groan that sounded
like it had been torn out of his chest.
"Oh yeah, that's exactly what I needed," Roy murmured.
Instead of letting Tim and Dick loose, Roy maneuvered them so that they were
lying together on the couch. To Dick's dismay, Tim slipped out in the process
but that hardly mattered after a moment. Tim sighed happily and spooned Dick,
still murmuring against his back though the words were completely incoherent
now.
"Good boy, you didn't struggle," Roy commented as he checked Tim's wrists.
"Very little bruising at all."
"Don't want to let go," Tim complained.
"Heh, you don't have to let go," Roy laughed, "but I do need my bowstring back.
I'm sure you have cuffs that we can use in the bedroom instead of that."
"Mmm, yes please," Tim murmured much more happily this time.
Dick could feel Tim smiling against his back. He squirmed around so that he
could finally hug Tim the way he'd wanted to. Tim laughed a silent laugh and
let Dick hold him as Roy took care of the cleanup. Afterwards, Roy sat on the
floor next to the couch and grinned at the two of them.
"What?" Dick asked.
"I really need to figure out what to give O so I can get pictures of this," Roy
said with an even wider grin. "You two are adorable together."
"She really likes chocolate," Tim said with a huge yawn. "And I know she'll ask
to put monitors in your home so that she can make sure Lian is safe. Oh, and
she'll definitely want to add to the whole baby romance we're stirring up
between Lian and Damian."
"If you people get my baby girl married to that boy I think I'm going to be
upset," Roy said but there was no fire in his voice.
He was still grinning, running his fingers over Tim's back and neck as if he
couldn't stop touching. Dick sighed happily and let Tim and Roy snark at each
other over the top of him. As tired as he was Dick hoped that there would be
another round in the bedroom or maybe a sleepover so that they could have more
sex in the afternoon after they woke up. He really didn't want this to end
anytime soon.
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Dick woke up in a nest of arms and legs. It took a moment to figure out who,
where, why, and what had happened last night. Once he remembered he grinned so
broadly that his face hurt. Tim was curled up against his chest while Roy was
wrapped around Dick's back. He felt the moment that Roy woke up because Roy
stiffened and then started chuckling nearly silently into Dick's ear. To his
amusement, it took much longer for Tim to wake up.
There was time for Roy to get up, go to the bathroom, come back and snuggle up
to Tim's back before Tim grumbled and rubbed his face against Dick's chest. Roy
and Dick shared another huge grin when Tim went from languid relaxation to so
stiff that he seemed like he'd been transformed into marble.
"Morning sleepy-head," Dick said cheerfully enough that Roy started snickering.
Tim pulled back to stare into Dick's eyes with wide eyes that made him look
younger than his age by several years. He blinked twice and then suddenly
grinned back at Dick with delight. Dick pulled him down for a kiss that started
out battling with grins and then progressed very quickly into Tim straddling
Dick's hips so that he could hold Dick down and kiss him so thoroughly that
both of them were hard.
"I like the way he wakes up," Roy commented.
"Mmm-hmm!" Dick agreed.
"I had excellent incentives to wake up quickly today," Tim said while rocking
against Dick.
Tim seemed firmly into Dom territory again, not that Dick minded that at all.
To his surprise, Roy seemed completely content to watch the two of them
together rather than join them. Roy settled back against the pillows, smiling
as Tim pushed Dick's wrists up to the headboard and then secured him in a set
of professional-looking cuffs. They had little locks on them which meant that
Dick would have to actually work to get free.
The thought of it, of Tim being restrained this way, made Dick whine and buck
against Tim. He grinned at Dick while gently raking his nails down Dick's arms,
scratching just hard enough to make Dick shiver and leave red marks. Tim bent
and bit Dick's earlobe while pinching his nipples. Dick squirmed as he pushed
up into the pinches. To his surprise Tim stopped and frowned at him.
"No," Tim said in a voice that was nearly a clone of Batman's voice in a crisis
situation. "I don't want you to move, Dick. Stay still for me. Can you stay
still?"
The intensity in his eyes and the tone of his voice was more than enough to
trigger that part of Dick that would always, always, always obey. Roy made a
little humming sound, as if he was surprised that Tim would go that way but it
was distant and unimportant compared to the sudden rush of need to do as Tim
wanted.
"Yes," Dick said, panting a little from sheer arousal. "I can. I will. Please.
Please let me try!"
"Good boy," Tim growled. "Stay where I put you and don't move until I say so,
Dick."
"I will," Dick promised.
Tim's smile of approval made Dick moan. He allowed himself a shudder and then
focused as hard as he could on not moving at all. It wasn't easy. Not moving
was the hardest thing for him, always had been. Dick loved moving, loved being
in motion but Tim wanted him still so Dick would be still, would be a good boy
for Tim.
He whimpered as Tim got off the bed and went to a chest of drawers along the
wall. The whine turned into a groan that Roy echoed as Tim pulled out several
lengths of black rope, each carefully coiled and wrapped so that they wouldn't
tangle when unwound. By the time Tim settled on the bed again and untied the
first piece of rope Dick wasn't at all sure that he'd be able to stay still the
way Tim wanted.
"You like ropes," Tim commented with a smirk that was downright evil.
"Yeah," Dick admitted. His voice came out so husky as to be unintelligible that
he cleared his throat and tried again. "Yeah, a lot. Always have."
"Good," was all Tim said but it was enough to make Dick thump his head against
the pillows.
"Need any help?" Roy asked.
"No, I have this," Tim said in an ultra-confident tone of voice that made it
sound like he should be in costume.
He took his time tying Dick's ankles to his thighs, always making sure that
there was enough room in the knots so that Dick wouldn't lose circulation. Once
Dick's legs were immobilized, Tim freed Dick's wrists and then helped him kneel
so that Tim could create a rope harness that secured Dick's wrists behind his
back. The whole time Dick stayed as still as he possibly could. Tugging on rope
bondage wasn't a good idea. No, he needed to stay still, be good for Tim.
"Fuck he looks good this way," Roy commented while stroking himself slowly and
almost casually if it weren't for the fact that his penis was hard as a rock
and leaking.
"He always did look good tied up," Tim agreed. "I loved it when I got pictures
of Robin after he'd been caught. Not that Dick ever was this good for the
various criminals that tied him up. He'd squirm like crazy."
Tim finished securing the ends of the rope around Dick's wrists and then tied a
large knot in a short piece of rope. He pressed the knot against Dick's mouth.
It took a moment for Dick to realize that Tim had just made a rope gag. Once he
did he groaned and opened his mouth, allowing Tim to tie the gag on and make
sure that it wasn't uncomfortable.
The rope had obviously been used many times. It was smooth and comfortable
against Dick's skin. Whatever Tim had used to wash it hadn't left a residue
that Dick could taste. In a very strange way, the ropes felt like an embrace,
like those times when he was younger when Bruce would tie him up and then time
how long it would take for Dick to escape. Dick had never admitted to Bruce how
much he'd enjoyed the slow, quiet process of being bound with ropes but
obviously Tim understood the appeal.
"So beautiful," Tim murmured as he ran his fingers over Dick's back, tracing
the lines of the rope coiled around his body. "Love seeing you this way for me,
Dick."
He reached around Dick, fingers trailing down to Dick's erection. There was
another piece of rope in his right hand, though this looked more like silk cord
than rope. As Tim looped it around Dick's testicles and then wrapped it tight
around his erection, Roy hissed and then squeezed himself hard.
"No way is he coming with that on," Roy said in a voice gone rough with
arousal.
"Not easily anyway," Tim agreed.
He tied a secure bow knot just under the head of Dick's penis before rubbing
his thumb over the slit and chuckling at how wet the tip was. Dick whined
through the gag. His legs were starting to twitch from the lack of movement.
Rather than give into the need to move, Dick used his training to try and still
himself, calm the muscles and relax them so that he could be good for Tim.
It wasn't easy, especially because Tim was stroking his bound erection while
nuzzling Dick's earlobe. Tim bit down and Dick jerked despite his best
intentions. Roy laughed from his place on the other side of the bed. A second
bite made Dick's eyes drift shut. Every touch felt magnified, as though his
skin was suddenly a thousand times more sensitive than normal. Lips brushed
against his neck. A moment later teeth bit into his neck hard enough to leave a
mark.
"Nnngh!" Dick grunted.
His whole body was quivering now. The ropes hadn't shifted that he could tell
but Dick wanted to move, to rock against Tim's body draped over his back. He
could feel Tim's erection rubbing against his buttocks but it wasn't enough.
Nothing could be enough right now, not with his erection bound and throbbing,
his body shaking from the need to move.
"No moving," Tim ordered in Batman's growl. "Follow orders and I'll take care
of you, Dick. Can you stay where I put you, no matter what happens?"
"Mm-hmm!" Dick grunted through the gag. He didn't nod. Tim hadn't said that he
could move his head so Dick didn't.
"Good boy," Tim murmured in a voice that could have been Bruce's when he was
happy with what Dick had done.
Dick whined as a chill swept over his body. Tim moved around on the bed,
carefully moving Dick so that his chest was resting on the covers and his ass
was in the air. The ropes around his ankles and thighs ensured that he couldn't
put his ass very high up but Tim didn't seem to mind that. He found the lube
somewhere so that he could slowly and methodically open Dick up. His fingers
were firm and slender, curling in exactly the right ways to find Dick's
prostate. It felt so damned good, so good that Dick wanted desperately to move
but he didn't, wouldn't.
"Take the gag off," Tim ordered Roy.
"You sure as hell don't have to ask twice," Roy said.
He all but scrambled to get to Dick, gently removing the gag while Tim wiped
his fingers and then untied Dick's ankles and thighs. Dick didn't move until
Tim and Roy repositioned him together. He ended up on his knees with Roy's
erection in his mouth and Tim's hand caressing his ass.
The first slap against his ass made Dick jerk despite his intentions to stay
still. Roy chuckled and stroked Dick's hair. Tim hummed and continued spanking
Dick. It didn't seem like Tim wanted to hurt Dick or punish him. The slaps
weren't vicious or hard enough to leave a mark. After a few moments Dick
relaxed again, letting Tim have whatever he wanted from Dick.
Both Tim and Roy hummed when Dick relaxed. Roy slowly and gently thrust into
Dick's mouth, all the while petting Dick's hair. His movements were soft enough
that he didn't unbalance Dick at all, which was good given that Dick's hands
were still bound behind his back. Dick felt like he was floating between Tim's
hand warming Dick's rear end and Roy's gentle touches. They had him. He was
safe, loved, needed and doing his best for the both of them.
"So hot," Roy murmured.
"He really is," Tim agreed. He stopped spanking and moved between Dick's legs.
"Dick, you're not allowed to come until I say you can."
His voice was deep and dark, a pure Bruce-voice as Batman when the mission was
nearly out of control and Bruce was relying on Dick to be better than he'd ever
been so that they could save everyone, including each other. He shuddered and
would have nodded but Tim had said that he wasn't supposed to move and Roy was
in his mouth so all Dick could do was whine desperately around Roy.
Tim's first thrust was hard enough that it drove Roy into Dick's throat. The
sudden plunge was at exactly the right angle or maybe Tim had put Dick's body
into the proper position to ensure that Tim nailed Dick's prostate. Another
thrust followed and then a third, each of then pushing Dick's arousal higher.
Hands drifted over Dick's back and shoulders while Roy murmured something that
sounded complimentary, not that Dick could quite follow exactly what Roy was
saying. More hands tugged at the rope harness wrapped around Dick's body,
pulling him back onto Tim's erection. It felt like getting hugged and caressed
all over, like he was being used in the very best ways. Dick concentrated on
not moving. He wasn't supposed to move. Tim had told him not to move.
One hand reached underneath to stroke Dick's bound cock. The increase in
sensation made him shout around Roy. Tim chuckled and fucked Dick harder, his
hand rubbing over the ridges on Dick's cock from the binding. Teeth bit into
Dick's back, adding another sensation. It was almost too much for him to handle
but at the same time it was perfect. Dick wanted so badly to come but Tim had
said that it wasn't allowed, that he couldn't so he pushed the need away and
focused on sucking on Roy and squeezing Tim as best he could when he was
getting fucked harder and faster from both ends.
"Damn, Dick!" Roy gasped.
"Oh yes," Tim moaned. "That's our good boy. That's what we want from you. Doing
so good, Dick!"
Dick whined and sucked harder. Yes, he was doing well. He was making them
happy. Roy grunted something that was probably a warning before coming in
Dick's mouth. It was salty and perfect and Dick sucked as hard as he could,
wanting everything he could get from Roy, his friend, his Master, the one who
kept Dick from getting out of control.
Behind him Tim whined high in his throat. His hands curled around Dick's hips
and dug in hard enough to leave bruises. He slammed into Dick while Roy
collapsed backwards onto the pillows, panting like he'd just gone three rounds
with Clayface or Bane. Dick wanted to complain about losing Roy's penis but Tim
had that perfect angle again so all that came out of Dick's mouth were gasps
and moans as he battled against the orgasm that Tim was driving every closer.
Tim hauled at the harness, making Dick straighten up before pulling Dick down
into his lap. That switched the stimulation in new and overwhelming ways. He
could feel Tim's stomach with his fingers, feel his thighs underneath Dick.
Dick gasped and then followed the direction of Tim's hands, fucking himself on
Tim has hard and fast as he could.
He could finally move, could finally express the need that he'd been holding in
check for so long. Dick had no idea how long he'd been still for Tim but it
felt like decades now that Tim had finally given him permission to move. Tim
bucked hard into Dick, meeting Dick's downward thrusts with upwards ones of his
own. Across the bed Roy rumbled and stroked himself as if watching Dick and Tim
together was getting him hard again even though he'd just come.
"That's my boy," Tim growled. "So good, Dick. Yeah, take it. You've always been
such a good boy."
His hand snaked around to fumble at Dick's penis. Tim tugged and suddenly the
pressure of the binding went slack. Dick shouted before he could stop himself.
It took biting his lip to keep himself from coming immediately.
Their movements sped up, Tim into Dick, Dick down onto Tim, Roy watching and
stroking himself as he got harder and harder. Dick felt as though the entire
would had come to a stop just so that he could have this perfect endless
moment, that nothing would ever interrupt. He'd be here, on Tim's bed, being
used by to perfect Doms for the rest of eternity.
"Now!" Tim shouted as he slammed into Dick and then held Dick still again.
Dick gasped and came, the timelessness exploding into white light and pleasure
and screams that probably came from his throat though he really couldn't be
sure as the light faded away and his whole body went so limp that Dick knew
he'd never move again in his entire life.
The white faded into fuzzy gray. He was distantly aware of hands on his body,
something being loosened, but none of that mattered. His fingers and arms
twitched in time with his softening penis. Something warm and wet swiped over
Dick's stomach and thighs while fingers ran through his hair and over his
cheek.
Eventually two warm hard bodies pressed up against Dick. The bigger one was
against Dick's back. A smaller, leaner on cuddled up to his front. Dick wrapped
his arms around Tim, yes; it was Tim, hugging him while murmuring who knew
what. Tim's shoulders shook with silent laughter. Roy's chuckle rumbled through
Dick's back. By the time he managed to find some level of coherence again Tim
was drawing invisible circles on Dick's stomach and Roy's stomach was rumbling.
"We should get something to eat," Roy commented.
"What time is it?" Dick asked more because he had absolutely no idea whether it
was day or night than because he wanted to get up and do anything.
"Mmm, looks like it's almost two thirty," Tim said after craning his neck to
see the clock on the bedside table. "We should eat and head back to the
mansion. I think Bruce had something planned for dinnertime."
"Don't want to move," Dick complained. He pulled Tim back down into a hug that
included twining his legs around Tim's so that he couldn't escape.
"Dick doesn't want to move?" Roy said in his snarkiest tone of voice. "You
broke him, kid."
That made both Dick and Tim snicker. Dick wrapped one arm around Roy's neck and
pulled him down into the hug too. Roy went willingly enough that Dick sighed
and squirmed happily under both of them. This truly was his idea of heaven. It
was a pity that they would have to get up sometime soon.
"We need to do a lot more of this," Dick commented about half an hour later
after he finally let Tim and Roy go.
"I don't know," Tim said with a little snicker of amusement at the pouty face
Dick leveled at him. "I'm not sure I'll have time for patrol if I add too many
more heroes to the Exception List. Seriously, every single minute of my life is
going to be filled with sex."
"What a way to go," Roy sighed as if that was his idea of heaven.
"Meh, sex is more important than patrol," Dick said even though he didn't mean
it. "Love is more important by far."
That was really was true in Dick's opinion. Tim seemed to see that. He slipped
back into Dick's arms for a cuddling hug that included one of Tim's breathless
little laughs of pure delight. Dick kissed him just because he finally could
kiss Tim when he wanted to. To his delight, Tim kissed back without any
dominance or submission, just joy and love and fingers trailing along Dick's
cheeks as if he was trying to memorize the taste of Dick's mouth and the feel
of his face.
"Come on," Tim whispered to Dick, joy dancing in his eyes. "Let's get some
breakfast. I think I'll make pancakes for us all."
+++++
"Fucking assholes," Jason growled as they ran from the latest building about to
explode in spectacular ways.
Tim chuckled breathlessly as the explosion went off and they tumbled back to
their feet. "You're just angry that they have bigger bombs than you do."
The helmet hid Jason's grin but there was a clear smirk in the set of Jason's
shoulders. They watched as the remnants of the building burned brightly and
then headed off to back up Damian and Steph who sounded like they were about to
kill each other from sheer snark overload. It was Friday. A full week of
battling this conspiracy had given them a reasonable grasp on the extent of the
organization and they'd done some relatively good work clearing it out of
Gotham but Tim wasn't at all sure that he'd make it to the Titans this weekend.
From his conversations with Kon, it wasn't likely that anyone would make it
there this weekend. There was simply too much going on for all of them right
now.
"You're distracted," Jason commented an hour and a half later, once the night's
battles faded away into false dawn.
"Too much going on," Tim sighed.
Even the helmet couldn't hide the sidelong look Jason gave Tim. Habit made him
stiffen and glare at Jason, despite how tired he was and how well they'd worked
together tonight. Damian and Steph had been much worse than Tim and Jason. For
that matter, Helena and Cass had been worse and that was something of a miracle
given how many times Jason had tried to kill Tim in the past.
"You're just upset you're not going to hook up with the Kid," Jason said. He
clearly tried to sound mocking but there was more than a hint of sadness.
"Frankly, I'm horny," Tim said with a little shrug that barely ruffled his
cape. "I was looking forward to some time with someone this weekend and it
doesn't look like that's going to happen."
"Didn't get everything you wanted from Big Wing, huh?" Jason asked. This time
the mockery was fully there, along with enough amusement that Tim smiled at
him. "And here I thought between him and R you'd get all your fantasies."
"No, not all of them," Tim said.
He didn't control the wince at the memory of Dick and Roy's automatic rejection
of knife play. Bernard had rejected knife play, more because he wasn't
confident enough of his control to keep from hurting Tim. Steph thought
combining knives and sex was insanity, worse than combining bondage and sex.
Kon had gone seven shades of pale while Bart had started asking questions about
which of his enemies had hurt Tim that way with the clear intent of tracking
them down and making them pay. Tam, Dick, Roy, everyone that Tim had ever
played with had rejected knife play.
Jason's hand landed on Tim's shoulder, a good bit more solicitously than Tim
had any reason to expect. His hand was warm and strangely protective but then
Jason hadn't been truly insane in several years, no matter what he liked to
pretend to Bruce, Dick and the press. Tim tried to smile at him but apparently
it came out crooked and wrong because Jason's fingers tightened on his
shoulder.
"What?" Jason asked.
"Just one kink that no one wants to try out," Tim said, shrugging. Jason's hand
fell away, leaving a cold spot on Tim's shoulder.
"And here I thought you were getting so much sex you couldn't possibly be
missing anything. Hard to imagine what you're not getting from that bunch,"
Jason said. He tried for snark, obviously, but the words came out far more hurt
and wanting than anything else.
"Knives," Tim commented while watching Jason's reaction carefully.
"Yeah, so?" Jason snarled so defensively that he obviously hadn't understood
what Tim was saying. "Not like I'm carving people up randomly."
Tim put a hand on Jason's arm to keep him from storming off. "No, that's what
I'm not getting. No one I play with has any interest in knife play. Very few
have any interest in blood play and then only exceedingly rarely."
Jason went still, staring at Tim from behind his helmet. His arm was so tight
under Tim's hand that it felt like he was on the verge of attacking. Tim could
see his pulse hammering at his throat. After a moment Jason took a huge breath
and then let it out in a shuddery sigh that made Tim's pulse pick up in pure
hope.
They stared at each other for a long moment, expressions hidden behind their
masks but emotions entirely too clear because of their respective training.
Jason lifted one hand, running the edge of his thumb under Tim's jaw with just
enough force to make the seam of the gauntlet cut into the side of Tim's neck.
Tim's cock jumped against his cup exactly as it always did whenever Jason did
something like this. He should have gone straight to Jason when he realized
that knives were one of his kinks but things had been so bad between them that
Tim hadn't dared do it. It was only in the last couple of months that they'd
gotten on even enough footing for Tim to contemplate this.
"Getting uncomfortable there, Baby Bird?" Jason murmured in a rumbling smoke-
stained voice that was nearly a growl. "Going to make me go away?"
Tim shut his eyes, let the familiar frisson of fear-want-lust-need wash over
him and then leaned into the edge of Jason's thumb. It dug in deep under his
chin, above the edge of his collar. He could almost imagine that it was sharp,
that with a tiny bit more pressure the skin would break and a line of blood
would creep down his neck, slipping over his Adam's apple to disappear into the
black fabric of his cowl.
"Oh Baby Bird," Jason whispered. "You are so fucking dangerous."
"Sorry," Tim said as he opened his eyes and found Jason so close that Tim
couldn't believe he hadn't noticed Jason invading his personal space. "It's… I
can't believe you didn't notice how I reacted every time you tried to kill me."
Jason snorted. "The anger was pretty damned obvious, Baby Bird. This? Not so
much. You really want it?"
He wanted to say yes, God yes, please, now, right here, anywhere Jason wanted.
Unfortunately, surge of lust that he really should have been prepared for took
his voice away and left Tim nodding mutely at Jason while his heart pounded
against his chest as if it wanted to escape. The way Jason's head cocked to the
side implied a fond smile that had absolutely no smirk in it. Jason's hand
shifted so that he could rub his thumb over Tim's lip.
"My place," Jason announced. "My place and my rules or no go, Baby Bird."
"What rules?" Tim asked and blushed at how breathless his voice was.
"No bondage," Jason said entirely too grimly. "I don't mix bondage and knives,
Baby Bird. Bad shit happens when I do that. You don't get to say when we stop.
I decide what's too much, not you. Already know your threshold for pain's way
too fucking high. I'm not risking taking you out of the game when we got all
this shit going on. No permanent marks, either. You want that, you gotta earn
it from me and that'll take a long damn while."
Tim nodded thoughtfully, letting the part of his brain that could still think
even when he was completely out of his mind on fear toxin or Ivy's pollen take
over. God knew that he was so turned on that the rest of his mind wasn't even
vaguely coherent.
"That works," Tim said after a second. "I do want safe words just in case. And
I'd love a blindfold though I really don't need it tonight."
"Holy fuck, you are so damned kinky," Jason groaned.
His head tilted back towards the rapidly lightening sky and his throat worked
as he swallowed. Tim didn't reach up to touch the strong line of Jason's
shoulder, didn't rise up on his toes to lick the notch of Jason's throat the
way he wanted to. After a moment Jason shuddered and then lowered his head to
stare at Tim.
"Follow me," Jason snapped.
"Lead on." Tim gestured for Jason to precede him.
They didn't go far, rather to Tim's surprise. He knew about six of Jason's hide
outs and was reasonably certain that he was close to locating four more. The
sheer paranoia of having so many bolt holes had bothered him initially but Tim
rarely worried about it anymore. He had his own share of places to go to hide
when he wanted to be left alone. Jason had far more reason to want to escape
than Tim did.
The apartment they ended up in was on the top floor of a reasonably nice
building. It wasn't until they were inside that Tim realized that the studio
apartment had actually been constructed secretly and couldn't be accessed from
the rest of the building below their feet. Tim looked around, wondering who had
built it and when, as it looked entirely too old and worn to be something that
Jason had created on his own.
It was one room, just an open place in the rafters that was about twenty feet
by fifteen feet. The ceiling was low enough that Jason's head brushed against
the cracked plaster. Someone, probably not Jason, had put a battered and faded
old Oriental carpet in the middle of the room at some point. A kitchen table
with a mended leg sat in the middle of that, surrounded by six mismatched
wooden chairs. A makeshift kitchen cobbled together out of modern camp gear sat
on the far side of the room, close to a toilet that looked at least twenty
years old.
There was a futon bed on the other side of the room except that it looked more
like Jason had thrown down a couple of shipping pallets and put a worn out
mattress on top of them. The blankets and sheets appeared to be clean, as were
the clothes carefully folded and stacked next to the bed. Tim wasn't sure what
to make of the place, other than this was obviously one of Jason's more closely
guarded bolt holes.
"It's not much," Jason commented as he took his helmet off and tossed it onto
the rickety table, "but it works as a place to crash when I'm in the
neighborhood."
"How old is it?" Tim asked. He pushed back his cowl and sighed with relief at
the cooler air over his face and scalp.
"Not sure," Jason said. "Least twenty, thirty years. Think it might actually be
original to the building, which means it's over a hundred years old. I was
lucky to find it. Strip, Baby Bird. I wanna look at you."
Tim shivered and nodded as he disarmed his suit. "Red means stop, it's too
much. Slower means exactly that I need a little time to process what you're
doing."
"No?" Jason asked curiously.
"Generally that means that I'm feeling guilty about enjoying myself in that
particular way and that I'll maim you if you actually do stop," Tim said wryly
enough that Jason snickered. "I do enjoy myself when I get into this sort of
edge play but there's usually a sense of guilt and worry about what it means
about me, especially when I'm with someone new. And this is an entirely new
kink. I'm not certain how I'll react. Please, by the way, always means more."
He stripped the suit off in as few movements as possible. After a full night of
patrol Tim truly didn't want to wait. Jason's breath caught as Tim was
revealed. His eyes traced the bruises that Roy's bowstring had left on his
wrists, the marks on Tim's back that Bart had given him the previous weekend.
The rest of the marks were combat related but Tim could see Jason cataloging
them.
Jason pushed away from the wall and strolled over to run his hands over every
single mark and bruise, testing Tim's responses to the minor pain. He didn't
ask any questions, just hummed when he found the bone-deep bruise on Tim's ribs
from yesterday's kick to the ribs and then chuckled when Tim gasped at Jason's
hands brushing over the leftover whip mark that Bernard had given him the
Wednesday before last.
"You can't even feel that," Jason murmured into Tim's room.
"No, but I know that it's there," Tim replied with a shiver of lust. "That was…
Bernard likes whips."
"Mmm, so Bernie gave you that one," Jason said, lips against Tim's ear. He was
still clothed, still had the domino on. "Good for him."
There was a tiny sound of metal as Jason pulled his knife. Tim couldn't stop
the whimper but he did stay still. Jason's bulk pressed up against his back.
The knife was the big Bowie knife. It swung around and rested against the scar
on Tim's neck. He shuddered. That scar had been put there by this exact knife.
"Look at you shudder," Jason whispered into Tim's ear in a whiskey and gravel
growl that made Tim's whole body shake. "How often did you think about this,
Baby Bird? When'd you start thinking about me and knives?"
The knife drifted along Tim's throat, sharp and cold. It pressed in just deep
enough for Tim to be convinced that Jason was scoring a line into his flesh but
there wasn't any pain and no blood flowed down his chest.
"How often?" Jason asked again.
"A-at least once a week," Tim answered. His whole body broke out in goose
pimples when Jason dug the tip of his knife into Tim's left nipple. "Oh God!"
"When?" Jason purred.
"Eleven," Tim said and shook despite all his efforts at controlling his body.
"I saw you fight with Two Face. He had pair of knives. You took one away from
him--"
"And cut him up with his own knife," Jason finished. "Yeah, I remember that
fight. B was pissed about it but I still won. Turned you on?"
"So much," Tim whimpered.
This time when the tip of Jason's knife dug in there was a flare of pain as a
bead of hot blood welled up onto Tim's cold skin. He mewed. No matter how
embarrassing it was, Tim couldn't describe the sound that erupted in any other
way. Jason laughed and spread the blood across Tim's abs with the flat of his
blade.
"Oh yeah, you want this," Jason murmured.
He shoved Tim towards the pallet on the far side of the room, deliberately
making Tim stumble. Tim went with it, letting Jason dominate him. The contrast
between his nakedness and Jason's clothes and mask added to the experience in
ways that had Tim hard as a rock and panting as if he'd just run a marathon.
Jason impacted with Tim's back, knocking him down onto the bed. He couldn't
tell where the knife was and Tim's thoughts went panicky from sheer nervousness
at the same time he had to bite his lip against a surge of pure arousal. They
hadn't discussed what Jason was going to do. Tim didn't know what he had
planned.
A drop of blood fell from his chest to the bedding.
"Oh God," Tim moaned as knife-blood-Jason-knife-please flashed through his
brain and possibly out of his mouth though Tim couldn't be sure of that. His
pulse was so loud in his ears that Tim really couldn't tell if he'd said it out
loud.
"Down," Jason growled.
He shoved Tim's face into the sheets, holding Tim there until he got his arms
underneath him and spread his legs into a more stable pose. Jason set the knife
on Tim's back, the tip digging in under his right shoulder blade as he slowly
pulled off his gloves and tossed them aside. Tim could hear Jason unlacing his
boots, taking his jacket off and slinging it over one of the rickety chairs.
When he sauntered back to Tim's side Jason's stride was slow and confident.
"Always were the god boy," Jason mused and there was absolutely nothing in his
voice that allowed a response. "Studied you after I came back, Baby Bird.
Pissed me off that Bruce replaced me with such a fucking goody-two-shoes. Least
until I watched you with Bernard."
Tim whined and then gasped as Jason picked up the knife again.
"You were all of fourteen," Jason murmured as he drew the blade along Tim's
back until he hit the exact spot where Bernard had first broken Tim's skin with
a whip. "Tied up, hard as a rock and begging in that goddamned broken voice. He
made you bleed. Right here."
The edge of Jason's blade pressed against Tim's back, the pressure slowly
increasing until Tim's skin broke and he howled. It didn't hurt. That was what
surprised him. The feeling of Jason's knife cutting through his skin was hot
and sharp and the blood welling up felt like it was boiling but the sensation
was so far from pain that Tim's head spun.
Jason laughed in that smoke-darkened voice. "He apologized so hard until you
cursed at him and told him to do it again. Demanded that he make you bleed,
leave you covered with marks and stained with your own blood. Bet you didn't
know that after he patched you up and sent you home he spent an hour throwing
up in the bathroom."
Tim froze, more than stunned by that revelation. He'd known that Bernard had
taken a long time, months, to pick up the whip again but he'd never realized
that it had upset him that much.
"Then he spent the next three days jacking off while muttering your name,"
Jason continued. "Fucking hated him. Hated you both so damned much. Suppose
that's why I was so hard on you. You had this incredible thing between the two
of you and I wanted it. No words, Baby Bird, not unless you're gonna safe word
out of this."
Jason's hand was so tight on Tim's hip that there would be new bruises there.
He shook his head no as hard as he could with his face pressed into the sheets.
The knife shifted as Jason used the flat of his blade to draw a design on Tim's
back while chuckling.
"Only got worse when I realized all the other people you were fucking," Jason
continued. "Drove me crazy, as if I wasn't crazy enough. Probably a good damned
thing you didn't come onto me back then, Baby Bird. I would have cut you up in
the wrong ways back then."
His knife shaved down Tim's back, cutting into Tim's back exactly on the
remnants of his last whipping with Bernard. Tim sobbed, jerked, and then
whimpered as he realized that his cock was leaking against his belly from sheer
arousal. He didn't think he'd ever been this excited before, not even that
first time with Bernard and the whip.
"Still could," Jason said and this time his voice was strange and harsh, cold
in ways that were terrifying if it weren't for how it made his hips start
pulsing in the air. "There's no backup right now, Baby Bird. We're all alone.
Babs can't find this place. I'd know if she bugged it. Just you and me and my
knife."
"Please!"
The word came from nowhere, from everywhere. Part of his mind was screaming
about how stupid it was to do this with Jason, with someone he didn't really
trust but the rest of him did trust Jason, as much as he trusted Roy and Dick,
possibly more than he trusted Bruce after all of Bruce's tests. Certainly more
than he trusted Damian.
Jason grabbed the back of Tim's neck, hauling him up and into his lap. The two
bleeding cuts pressed against Jason's shirt, bloodying him just as Jason had
bloodied Tim. Tim whimpered and then clutched Jason's arm as the knife came
around to rest against his belly, tip in and digging in exactly the right place
to gut Tim if Jason did lose his temper.
"No words," Jason growled.
His grip shifted around so that he had Tim's jaw in his hand. He shoved Tim's
head back against Jason's shoulder, holding him there as Jason squeezed hard.
The knife moved down Tim's stomach, so sharp and deadly. Tim made himself stay
still even though he could hear whimpers that made it sound like Jason was
actually killing him. Moisture welled up along the path Jason's blade cut,
though Tim honestly couldn't tell if it was blood or sweat.
"Look at you take this," Jason whispered. "Knew what you wanted even back then,
Baby Bird. You want to be taken. Want to be forced, taken away from yourself,
your busy fucking brain and the million and one plans that fill your goddamned
mind. That's why you want the marks, isn't it? So that later, after its all
over, you can touch them and be right back in the moment, back to giving it up
to your lovers."
Jason's knife reached the base of Tim's cock, tracing up the length of it so
delicately but with enough force to make it press against Tim's thigh. This
time he knew when Jason cut him, nicking the head of his cock while humming
something obscene and complimentary in Tim's ear.
Tim screamed and came so hard that he thrashed despite Jason's arms holding him
tight. He didn't know where the knife had gone but it didn't matter, not with
Jason wrapped around him and Tim's orgasm thundering through him with so much
force that his eyes crossed and his body went limp.
The world went away.
When it came back Jason was humming an old eighties tune while doing something
to his back. Tim tried to move but Jason's hand came down on his shoulder,
holding him in place. Rather than struggle, Tim subsided as he cataloged what
he could feel.
The cut on his penis was incredibly minor, practically a paper cut, but it
throbbed in ways that Tim knew he'd remember in sex dreams for years to come.
His back ached directly under Jason's hands. There were two distinct spots that
he knew he'd been cut but to his surprise his right shoulder blade ached as
well.
"Shoulder?" Tim asked.
"Heh, didn't think you'd realized that the knife had pierced the skin there,"
Jason chuckled. "You really do have way too high a threshold for pain, Baby
Bird. None of the cuts are bad, just so you know, but I'm still putting
butterfly bandages on the lower ones. Probably need to watch those over the
next couple of days just to be on the safe side."
"You… Did you come?" Tim asked. This time when he tried to look over his
shoulder Jason let him.
"Don't even want to," Jason said with a shrug that actually seemed honest and
open. "You can suck me off later, after we wake up. This sort of thing is too
intense for that. Least for me. Fucking is one thing. This… I can wait."
Tim smirked at him before lying back down on the bed. It wasn't as
uncomfortable as he would have expected given how it was constructed.
"You look like you came your brains out," Tim commented and sighed that it
sounded exactly as post-orgasmic as he was rather than as snarky as he'd
intended.
"Some things are better than sex," Jason commented. "I'll fuck your face later.
If, you know, you want me to?"
Tim chuckled as Jason moved away from the bed and finished cleaning up. He
looked over at Tim when Tim rolled over and settled onto his back with a hiss
of appreciation. It didn't surprise Tim at all that he started getting hard
from the pain-pleasure-pain radiating from his back. Jason licked his lips.
"I definitely want it," Tim said. "I want your cock and your knife. I want this
again. Not just once or twice but over and over again for years. I think I need
it, no matter what anyone else thinks."
Jason stilled and then smiled as if he was that fourteen year old boy in the
green spangled panties and pixie boots. He came back over and sat down next to
Tim on the bed to run a thumb over Tim's lips.
"I'll give you whatever you need, Baby Bird," Jason rumbled as he pressed a
kiss against the cut on Tim's nipple. "Anytime you need it."
+++++
"I think you're smiling," Rose said as she walked into the tower with Tim.
"Mmm, am I?" Tim asked, more than aware of the urge to grin like an absolute
idiot but suppressing it because Red Robin didn't smile. At least not in
public. Even if he had gotten quite thoroughly laid multiple times by multiple
people in the last week.
"Yeah, smiling," Rose chuckled. "With everything that's been going on you've
still found the time to have fun?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Tim said and then had to dodge a
series of strikes that would have sent him to the floor if he'd let Rose
connect.
They grinned at each other as they play-sparred, Rose with exactly the right
expression to make it obvious that she wanted on the list of approved heroes,
though Tim wasn't completely certain that she even knew that the Exception List
existed. They both stopped play-sparring when Kon whooshed in and stared at Tim
in exactly the right way to make it obvious that he was checking Tim out
through the costume. Rose started snickering at Kon's agitation which didn't
help the blush that crept over Tim's face until it was obvious even with the
cowl up. Tim was relatively certain that Kon didn't realize that he was
hovering while vibrating as though he was Bart.
"Hi Kon," Rose said. She waved at Kon who didn't seem to realize she was there.
"You're not hurt, right?" Kon asked as he flew around to Tim's back and stared
some more. "I mean, I know you're not hurt but you're not hurt-hurt, right?"
Rose raised an eyebrow as Tim sighed and rolled his eyes. He shrugged at her
and continued into the Tower with Kon floating after him, still staring through
Tim's uniform. Tim supposed that he really should have expected this response
out of Kon after their discussion of knife play had gone so badly. He'd thought
that Kon might pass out at the mere suggestion of drawing Tim's blood while
having sex.
"Knives were on the agenda last night," Tim explained after Rose poked his
shoulder with one finger. "It was… mmm, better than expected, shall we say?"
To his surprise, Rose stumbled and stared at Tim exactly like he'd just hit one
of her kinks so hard that she could barely think straight. He raised an eyebrow
at her and she blushed while fiddling with the ends of her hair. Behind them,
Kon made a shocked and horrified noise as if he couldn't understand what anyone
would like about knives. She squirmed in ways that made Tim want to be between
her legs, licking until she came so hard that she collapsed.
"Kink?" Tim asked.
"Oh yeah," Rose said, her voice entirely too tight. "You?"
"First one I ever identified, actually," Tim replied. "Friday was the first
time I found anyone to play with me on that one. Everyone else I've been with
has refused to have anything to do with knife play, much to my dismay. I'm
definitely going to have to repeat the experience though. It was wonderful."
Rose sighed and bit her lip. "You are so damned kinky."
"Proud of it too," Tim said. He laughed at the looks he got from Kon and Rose.
"The cuts aren't anything serious. One cut that was equivalent to a paper cut,
two tiny punctures and a couple of cuts on my back that should heal in a day or
two. But… it was fun. So much fun."
Kon whined and grabbed Tim. There was a whoosh of movement that ended with Tim
in Kon's room and Kon trying to figure out how to disarm his uniform so that he
could check the wounds. From the frantic look on his face there was no way that
Kon was going to be able to relax until he'd reassured himself that Tim was
okay. Tim batted Kon's hands away before turning off his suits defenses and
pulling his top up so that Kon could see the two little cuts on his back.
Hearing the experience probably had sounded considerably worse than actually
being there. Kon always had had a vivid imagination and lack of information
wasn't a good thing for him right now.
The cuts he revealed to Kon weren't very long, really. He'd been rather
surprised when he looked at them in the mirror because they'd felt so much
larger and deeper than they turned out to be. The right one was less than an
inch and a half long and so shallow that Tim was surprised that it had bled at
all. At the time it had felt much deeper. The left one was a little deeper and
about an inch long. That one actually justified the butterfly bandages that
Jason had applied, though only barely. Tim wouldn't have done anything more
than put some antiseptic cream on it if it was a battle wound. He'd ignored
battle wounds three times as bad as those two cuts.
"That's it?" Kon asked. He finally set his feet on the floor.
"That's it," Tim said. "I'm sure you'll see the other ones later but they're
much more minor than those two."
"That's all it took to get you to come that hard, dude?"
Kon's expression was so stunned that Tim couldn't help but pull his tunic down
and turn to kiss Kon. It was a little weird to kiss him with the cowl up; the
beak on his cowl brushed against Kon's cheek and made Tim's nose itch. Still,
Kon all but melted into Tim's arms, clinging to Tim when his knees started
trembling. He could tell that Kon was dying for some time alone with Tim but
they simply didn't have it.
"Hey, why did you two disappear?" Bart asked as he breezed in and then made a
delighted noise that went straight to Tim's cock. "Timkisses! Iwantonetoo!"
Tim laughed against Kon's lips. Kon grinned and let Tim go so that Bart could
pull Tim into a kiss that was something akin to being eaten alive. As seemed to
be normal for Bart, kissing him was intense and fierce. Bart was hungry as he
kissed and caressed Tim's body through the armor though he stopped when Tim
jerked as Bart's fingers ran over the cuts on his back.
"Battle injury?" Bart asked while peering around Tim's side as if he has X-ray
vision too.
"No, I indulged in a little knife play last night," Tim said. He rolled his
eyes at Bart's instantly ferocious expression. "Stop that. I don't think I've
ever come that hard and fast before."
"He screamed," Kon confided. "Like, really hard, dude. And from these teeny
little cuts, too. I checked."
"What can I say?" Tim said with a casual shrug. "It was a fantasy come true,
literally."
Bart whined and adjusted himself while staring at Tim's crotch and then Kon's
as if he was wondering what they could do before they were needed. All three of
them groaned the next second because alarms started going off and they had to
go to work.
The modus operandi of the conspiracy that they'd been dealing with in Gotham
apparently varied depending on the city and the heroes the conspiracy would
face. Where Gotham had a lot of lairs hidden in old buildings wired to explode
in spectacular ways, New York had roving mobs attacking specifically chosen
targets. LA had some strange thing going on where there were submarines, both
miniature and enormous, in the rivers and ocean off the coast. San Francisco,
of course, went weird.
They spent the next eleven hours battling mind-controlled squid and suicide
robots whose bombs' explosive power would have made Jason jealous. Tim was
rather annoyed that they didn't manage to capture one despite his best efforts.
He wanted to take one apart to see how its articulation worked. Eventually they
managed to get the situation enough under control so that they could go back to
the Tower and collapse for a while.
"That was disgusting," Cassie complained. She'd been hit by squid ink so she
headed straight for the showers, Raven and Gar on her heels as they'd been
splashed too.
"I wanna rest," Bart sighed.
He was tired enough that he was dragging his feet and walking human speed. Tim
frowned and pushed Bart towards the kitchen. After a moment Kiran took Bart's
hand and dragged him away, chattering about some dish her mother had taught her
how to make that would make Bart feel better. Rose followed the two of them,
waving goodnight to Kon and Bart because she was yawning so widely that she
couldn't talk.
Tim headed towards his room, thinking about a shower and sleep, in that order.
He'd managed to avoid the squids' ink but he had gotten hit by some squid guts.
Getting that off was absolutely mandatory. His suit would probably need
Alfred's special care once he got back to Gotham. To his amusement, Kon
followed him like a puppy looking for a belly scratch and some treats. As soon
as Tim stripped off his uniform Kon's knees gave out, sending him to the floor
next to Tim.
"Strip," Tim ordered because obviously Kon needed this even if they were both
too tired for sex. "We both need showers, Kon."
"Yes sir," Kon said, or more accurately yawned.
He managed to get out of his clothes and into the shower with a minimum of
prodding on Tim's part. The showers in the Tower weren't as big as the ones
that Tim had put in his house back in Gotham but they were big enough for the
two of them to share a shower. Tim washed Kon's hair, getting the last of the
squid guts out before washing Kon's back. By the time he turned Kon around so
that the soap would rinse off of his back, Kon was hard as a rock, not that he
looked to be aware of it.
"Too tired?" Tim asked as he started washing Kon's chest.
"Yeah, sorry dude," Kon mumbled without opening his eyes. "The cock's willing
but no way."
"That's fine," Tim said. "I'm too tired for more than cuddling right now.
There's always tomorrow morning."
Kon nodded. He took the soap away from Tim so that he could carefully wash
every inch of Tim's body even though he couldn't stop yawning. The soap stung
Tim's cuts but that was normal enough that Tim ignored it. Once they were out
and dry Kon insisted on putting more butterfly bandages on his back even though
Tim could see how hard it was for Kon to keep his eyes open as he did it.
By the time they stumbled out to the bed Tim was yawning as hard as Kon was.
They curled up together on Tim's bed, Tim with the blankets pulled up over his
back and Kon with them kicked off of one leg and half his chest. As Tim fell
asleep he hoped that they'd have enough hours of down time that they would be
able to be fully alert the next day.
He woke up to Kon's mouth slowly exploring his body, especially the area around
the cut by his left nipple. Kon's TTK was caressing Tim's cock in ways that
implied four or five hands on Tim's body. Rather than protest, Tim stretched
and smiled at Kon who raised his head and grinned.
"Couldn't resist?" Tim asked while rocking his hips slightly.
Kon moaned and mouthed Tim's hip. "Nope. Dude, I seriously dreamed about you
all night. This waking up to have you right here thing is awesome."
Tim laughed and nodded his agreement. Every single time he'd allowed a lover to
sleep with him it had led to wonderful mornings though most of those mornings
had been since he'd relaxed his rule on super heroes. Waking up to Dick and Roy
and been glorious. Jason in the morning was a completely different experience
than Jason at night. He hadn't expected how very sensual Jason was. Their
morning sex had lasted so long that Tim had needed a nap before he was able to
get up.
Kon appeared to be one of those morning people who woke up hot and horny if the
stroking of his TTK over Tim's cock and the urgency of Kon's whimpers was to be
believed.
"Open yourself up," Tim ordered as he pulled the lube out of the drawer in the
bedside table.
"Um, fingers or… ?"
"I want your hands exactly where they are," Tim said just fiercely enough to
get Kon to whimper. "Do you think you can?"
"Dude, are you kidding?" Kon groaned as he used TTK to squeeze a little lube
out and then spread it on himself. "I've been doing that ever since our last
fuck!"
"Practicing for me," Tim murmured. "Good boy."
Kon apparently had been practicing. He managed to prep himself, stroke Tim and
kiss Tim like he was going to die without some sex all at the same time. It
didn't take long before Tim located a condom in the drawer and put it on while
Kon shuddered and whimpered in front of him.
"On your back," Tim ordered.
He laughed because one second Kon was kneeling at the foot of the bed and the
next he was lying in the middle of Tim's bed with his legs spread wide and his
hands clamped around the headboard of Tim's bed. This time he'd grabbed a
couple of rails that were further out than the misshapen ones from the previous
weekend so hopefully the headboard would survive another day.
"You are sure you want this?" Tim asked as he rubbed against Kon's perineum.
"Dude, seriously, if you do not fuck me I'm going to cry," Kon replied with a
frustrated little jerk of his hips.
"We certainly can't have that," Tim answered with a grin because Kon looked
like he might actually cry if Tim pulled away.
Once Tim pressed in, slow and smooth, the edge of tears disappeared into a
breathy moan of pleasure that made Tim clamp down on his own pleasure. Tim
smiled at the sound Kon made as he pulled back and then pushed back into Kon
again. The feeling of Kon around him was wonderful but the look on Kon's face
and the sounds he made was so much better.
Tim took his time. Given the problems they were dealing with currently it
probably wasn't a good idea but this was only the second time he'd actually
fucked Kon so Tim wanted to make it good for him. When Tim moved a little more
on top of Kon, there was a slight shift of angle that made Kon shout. The
headboard creaked as Kon's eyes drifted shut. His mouth had drifted open so
that Kon could pant desperately.
"God, you're so damned sexy," Tim groaned.
"Tim!" Kon's whine was so high that it sounded like he'd just been hit with
kryptonite.
"You are," Tim panted as he sped up. "Sexy and all mine. So glad that you got
through to me, Kon. Wanted you for so long and now I finally get to have you."
Kon started pushing back against Tim. His TTK wrapped around Tim's back,
brushing over the cuts on his back, down to his ass where he squeezed and
tugged to try and get Tim to take him harder and faster. There was a small
puddle forming on Kon's stomach so Tim pushed Kon's legs further towards his
chest and complied with the whimpering pleas falling from Tim's mouth.
It felt too good for Tim to hold off too much longer, especially because Kon
kept caressing the cuts on Tim's back. He grabbed Kon's cock, stroking him in
time with the thrusts. Kon gasped and then a few strokes later came so hard
that he striped his chin with come. Tim thrust four more times before he came
too.
"I wanted that to last longer," Tim sighed once he'd taken care of the condom
and cleaned Kon up a little bit.
"Dude, that lasted forever," Kon said. "Seriously, you need to work on your
performance issues here. You get any better at this shit and I'm going to have
a heart attack right there underneath you."
Tim laughed and cuddled up to Kon. It was late. They should go get some
breakfast, see what the others were doing. He knew that there was entirely too
much data analysis for him to do waiting in the computer room but at that
moment Tim truly didn't care. Kon was warm and hugging Tim and no one had come
to say that the world was about to come to an end yet again.
"Nice," Kon murmured.
"Mmm, agreed," Tim said.
"You never struck me as a cuddler, dude," Kon said.
"Generally I'm not," Tim said, "but I know there's entirely too much waiting
out there. I'd rather stay right here. Lord knows everything's been entirely
too weird lately. As happy as I am about the rule change, it's been… Let's call
it odd, shall we?"
"No kidding," Kon huffed. "Seriously, it's not just this whole alien conspiracy
out to take over the world thing. I mean, that shit happens all the time. Has
Bats been acting weird? 'Cause Clark's totally weirding me out lately. Even Ma
commented on it last night."
Tim pulled back enough so that he could look into Kon's eyes. To his surprise,
Kon looked quite worried about Clark, which was rather odd. Most of the time it
was the other way around with Clark worrying about Kon's behavior, not that
either of them admitted it most of the time. A moment's thought made him frown.
"Did he overhear me with Bernard?" Tim asked.
"Uh, yeah?" Kon said, surprised. He blinked and then groaned. "Oh man, he
totally heard you admit that you wanted him. He actually tripped up the stairs
to the loft when you said that."
"Mmm, then that's probably what the problem is," Tim said. "If of course his
behavior changed around that time."
"Yeah, right about that time," Kon said. "I mean, it's gotten really bad in the
last few days but it did start that night."
"The last couple of days would mean that he was listening while I was with Dick
and Roy," Tim said. He sat up and reached for his underwear. "And possibly
while I was with Jason."
"Dude, his ears better not be tuned to you just like mine are," Kon huffed
while using his TTK to pull their uniforms from the floor where they'd ended
up. "That's just wrong."
Kon put on his jeans and then made a face at his shirt. Squid guts had dried
into a nasty clump that looked like it might never come out. The spare one that
Tim had used to masturbate was there so Tim offered it to Kon instead. It took
a second for the memory of what that particular shirt had been used for to
click in Kon's brain. Once it did he froze with the shirt half over his head.
"Dude!" Kon squawked. "I can't wear this one!"
"It's your shirt, Kon," Tim said as reasonably as he could when he wanted to
laugh at Kon's dismay. "Why not wear it?"
"It's like sacred, dude," Kon grumbled. He pulled it off and carefully smoothed
the shirt which Tim suspected that Kon thought of with capital letters. "I'm
not ever wearing this shirt again."
"Mmm, I'll have to borrow a few other articles of clothing from you," Tim
murmured.
His spare uniform was considerably cleaner and much less pungent so Tim put
that on instead of the one he'd been wearing yesterday. It would take a bit of
work to get the stains and smell of dead squid off of his uniform but Alfred
knew some excellent techniques for that. Kon made a little questioning noise as
Tim zipped his suit up.
"Underwear?" Tim offered with a grin at the sudden look of total lust in Kon's
eyes. "Maybe a pair of your jeans. They'd barely stay on but there'd be… hmmm,
access?"
"Tim!" Kon whined as his jeans filled out. "Don't do that! I gotta go out there
and everyone'll see what you do to me!"
"I know," Tim said. He pulled Kon down into a tender kiss. "I like it that way.
I love how you respond to me, no matter what we're doing."
"Aw, man," Kon murmured against Tim's lips. "All right, I guess you can get me
hard whenever you want. As long as you don't leave me hanging."
"Never," Tim promised. "I'll always take care of you, Kon. Just like you always
take care of me."
+++++
"Alfred!" Tim called as he came down the stairs in the Cave with both of his
suits from the Tower, plus the one he'd worn over there on Friday.
"Yes, Master Tim… Oh my," Alfred's imperturbable expression slid into something
vaguely horrified as Tim got close to him. "Whatever happened to your uniforms,
Master Timothy?"
"Giant mind controlled squid," Tim admitted with more dismay than he really
wanted. "I've done everything I can to get the stains out but I haven't been
able to get rid of the smell even with Clark's soap. I'm really hoping you have
a solution because we've all got the same problem with our uniforms and its
getting worse the longer it stays on them."
Alfred grunted as he gingerly took the uniforms from Tim's hands. "I shall
endeavor to find a solution, Master Timothy. May I suggest that you avail
yourself of the deodorant soap Master Clark provided while I work on this?"
"Absolutely," Tim sighed. "I'll leave my clothes as well. The smell seems to
rub off on anything that touches the uniforms."
Tim winced at the ferociously determined expression on Alfred's face as he
walked away with the uniforms. Between the smell and the lack of a non-pungent
uniform Tim was very glad to be back home in Gotham. As he showered Steph and
Cass came to talk to him but they both backed off immediately once they caught
the smell. Damian left the locker room cursing in Arabic. Jason and Helena both
stared at Tim as he went through his third wash with the deodorant soap, which
wasn't much of a surprise as Alfred had come back for his clothes wearing a
respirator, a plastic apron and rubber gloves that extended up to his elbows.
By the time Bruce nodded approval, Tim thought that his skin had been scrubbed
off. He was certainly as red as a freshly cooked lobster when he got out of the
showers.
"It's a good thing that I have multiple spare uniforms," Tim sighed as he got
dressed in the spare he kept in the Cave.
"It would cause some problems if you didn't have them," Bruce agreed.
He was already dressed in the Batsuit. Bruce watched calmly as Tim dressed but
there was a certain amount of tension in his shoulders and hands that made Tim
relatively certain that Bruce was acutely aware of every inch of Tim's skin as
it was hidden away under the Red Robin suit. With the cowl up there was no way
to read Bruce's expression but Tim was pretty sure that he was right about
Bruce being attracted to him.
That was hardly a revelation. Tim had been aware of Bruce's firmly repressed
interest in him almost since the first time they sparred together. While the
majority of his fantasies had started with Dick, they'd almost all included
Batman, Bruce, at some point. He'd been stalking Bruce for so long that he
would always have a place in Tim's fantasies, even if nothing ever came of it.
The others were long gone once Tim was dressed, which he could hardly blame
them for. Even the bats seemed to have decided that the smell in the Cave was
too much to be handled tonight. Tim nodded when Bruce called up their targets
for the night. He'd expected that they'd be working on getting into another of
the lairs to download more information on the plot.
"Be careful," Bruce murmured over the comms once they arrived at their target.
"Always," Tim replied.
There was still a little tension between them from the whole Captain Boomerang
thing but Bruce seemed to be determined not to bring it up. Tim had no
intention of doing so either, not when they had several hundred armed men to
fight, computers to hack and yet another old building that went up in a giant
ball of fire.
"Wayne Industries is going to have to do some urban redevelopment," Tim
commented halfway through the night.
"Already working on it," Bruce said.
They both winced as Damian's snarl came over the comm asking if anyone in the
entire city had enough brain power to deal with simple matters. Given that he
was teamed up with Helena again it seemed like a very good idea to go and make
sure that they didn't kill each other. Helena's reply skirted the edge of
profanity while still being so profoundly rude that Damian spluttered at her.
By the time Tim and Bruce got there the situation was well and truly out of
control though Tim blamed that on the armed men more than Damian and Helena's
absolute inability to work together.
"There was a reason for teaming them up, I presume?" Tim murmured over a
private channel to Bruce as they fought their way out of another horde of hired
killers.
"Mmm, several," Bruce murmured back. "Unrelated to the two of them, but several
reasons."
"Ah."
Tim didn't ask any further as he was too busy disarming one of the bombs in the
hopes that they would finally be able to capture one of the lairs of their
opponents. With Bruce and Helena's help, and with Damian covering their backs
with vicious efficiency, Tim did manage to disarm the bomb. Unfortunately, the
computer system had a worm that immediately activated and wiped all the data
and then fried the hardware with an electrical surge so they didn't get as much
as Tim had hoped.
It was still better than expected for the evening. The data that they'd managed
to gather was taken straight to Barbara for analysis by Cass while the rest of
the family showed up to search the lair before the police showed up. Between
all of them they managed to find enough data that Oracle was chortling over the
comms and Bruce actually smiled. Once the police showed up, Tim and Bruce
stayed to explain what they'd found to Commissioner Gordon while everyone else
went home. Two hours later, Tim and Bruce finally made it back to the Cave.
"The smell is gone," Tim said as he pushed his cowl back.
"You didn't think Alfred could get rid of it?" Bruce asked. He raised one
eyebrow and smirked as if Tim had just committed blasphemy.
"I knew Alfred would find a way to deal with it," Tim said. "I just expected
that it would take a good bit longer than that. It was a rather virulent
smell."
Bruce's smirk got a little wider as he nodded agreement at that. Tim's locker
had all three of his spare uniforms in it, each of them so clean that they
practically sparkled at him. There was a note explaining that Alfred had
already forwarded his successful cleaning technique onto the other Titans so
that they could remove the odor from their uniforms. He made a mental note to
make sure to release it on the internet so that the ordinary people in San
Francisco could deodorize themselves too.
"I wonder if it will work on the couch at the Tower," Tim mused as he and Bruce
both stripped for an after-patrol shower.
"I'm sure Alfred's already thought of that," Bruce said.
To Tim's surprise, Bruce visibly jerked when he saw the little cuts on Tim's
back. He raised an eyebrow at Bruce who put on his 'I have no emotions at all'
face. It was less than successful given that his fingers trembled for a moment,
though only until Bruce caught Tim staring at them. Tim sighed and shook his
head.
"Are we going to talk about this?" Tim asked.
"There's nothing to discuss," Bruce snapped.
"Hmm, really."
Bruce's shoulders went tense until he deliberately relaxed them. "Really."
"I disagree," Tim said. "It's obviously affecting how you interact with me.
Discussing the matter and getting any issues out into the open is important
given the threats we're facing right now."
That got Tim a dirty look that he smirked back at. As many times as Bruce had
pulled that particular guilt trip on Tim during training, and entirely too many
times since then, it was rather nice to get to use it on him. Bruce sighed and
led the way into the showers with the obvious intention of relying on that to
distract Tim from the discussion. Rather than let him get away with it, Tim
followed Bruce into his stall, taking the soap and setting to work on washing
Bruce's back even though it felt something like washing a marble statue instead
of a living being.
"Tim."
"Bruce."
"This…"
"Yes?"
Tim smirked at the growl but kept on washing Bruce's back. He passed the soap
around and then started shampooing Bruce's hair for him. That got an even
stronger reaction, almost comparable to Dick or Kon melting when Tim played
with their hair. Rather than comment on it since Tim wasn't sure if it was an
actually submissive reaction or simply the fact that Bruce so rarely allowed
anyone to touch him, Tim continued massaging Bruce's scalp as he got his hair
clean.
"Rinse," Tim ordered.
Bruce didn't move.
"Bruce, don't let the shampoo dry in your hair," Tim said and yes there was a
bit of a scold in his tone but most of it was laughter.
Bruce's eyes were hot when he turned around, which wasn't much of a surprise
given how hard he was. Tim ignored Bruce's erection in favor of soaping up
quickly and then stealing the shower spray once Bruce was clean. To his
surprise Bruce didn't disappear into the Cave. Instead he slowly, Tim would
have almost said hesitantly if Bruce could ever be truly hesitant about
anything, began to wash Tim's hair for him.
"Oh," Tim sighed.
He let himself relax into the touch, let his eyes drift shut and his body press
back against Bruce's chest. Bruce's cock was pressed up against Tim's back, the
head of it brushing over the cuts that Jason had given him. When Tim rocked
against Bruce his hands went still for a moment.
"Mmm, don't stop," Tim said.
"This…"
"You really want to try to tell me that you're not interested?" Tim asked.
Bruce laughed a ghost of a laugh as his hands started moving on Tim's scalp
again. "I think that would be rather unbelievable at the moment. But that
doesn't mean that this is a good idea, Tim."
"I fail to see how it's a bad idea, unless you're madly in love with someone
else," Tim commented.
To his surprise, Bruce jerked so hard that he nearly knocked Tim over. Tim
turned around and began rinsing the soap out of his hair while watching Bruce.
He wasn't looking at Tim. In fact, Bruce seemed quite determined to look
anywhere else but Tim despite the fact that his cock was rubbing against Tim's
belly and Tim's was pressed along Bruce's thigh. Being significantly shorter
was somewhat annoying at that moment.
"Is it Clark?" Tim asked.
"How?" Bruce's eyes were so intense that it was practically a physical impact.
"Kon told me that Clark's been acting strangely since he found out that I was
interested in him," Tim explained. He turned the water off and cocked his head
at Bruce. "Apparently he made some sort of comment when they overheard me with
Bernard about you running away from intimacy."
"Your rule is a valid one," Bruce said and that was direct enough of an answer
for Tim to sigh at him. Bruce's cheeks went very faintly red. "It would have
disrupted our working relationship."
"Hmmm, a few weeks ago I would have completely agreed with that," Tim said,
"but having allowed myself to have relationships with my teammates, both here
and with the Titans, I have to say that it's actually strengthened the team. We
don't work exactly as we did before but there is a greater level of trust."
Bruce opened his mouth to say something, probably a denial, but nothing came
out. In that moment of very telling silence, Tim allowed his hand to wrap
around Bruce's cock. From the way Bruce reacted Tim might as well have hit him
with electricity. Tim nodded slowly as he gently stroked Bruce.
"You do want me," Tim commented. "I'll ask you what Bernard, Bart and Kon asked
me: why deny yourself love, Bruce? You have to know that I would have done
anything for you from the very beginning."
"I… know that," Bruce said with visible editing of what words he allowed to
come out of his mouth. He put his hand over Tim's, making him stop. "I always
knew. It was inappropriate for me to take advantage of your youth and
devotion."
"I'm not that young anymore," Tim countered with the sourest expression he
could put on his face. "And I hardly think of it as being taken advantage of,
Bruce. Even when I followed my rule I saw it as sharing precious bits of love
in the middle of the chaos and pain that life throws at us all. You know as
well as I do how short life can be, how brutal. Why deny yourself what little
joy there is, especially when that denial hurts the people around you?"
Bruce stared at Tim as if he'd just received a huge revelation, on a par with
Tim's revelation when Kon explained about 'pizza brains' and how other people
weren't able to compartmentalize their emotions. He raised his other hand,
brushing the thumb over Tim's cheekbone. Tim leaned into the touch and Bruce
cupped his cheek.
"Hurts them," Bruce commented but it was really a question.
"Kon was almost literally in pain when he finally got through to me," Tim
admitted with not a little bit of shame. "Bart as well. It wasn't physical pain
but they were… miserable."
'Miserable' seemed like entirely too pale a descriptor but Tim wasn't sure what
word would work better. It didn't seem to matter because Bruce looked away,
towards the locker room as if he wanted to either run away from this
conversation or go find Clark for an entirely different one. His grip on Tim's
hand loosened so Tim resumed stroking Bruce's cock. That made Bruce groan
quietly.
"This pain…" Bruce started but stopped when Tim ran his thumb over the head of
his cock. "Tim."
"Bruce." Tim did it again and smiled at the way Bruce's hips shifted and his
hands slid down to grip Tim's shoulder and forearm. "I know Clark's feeling it.
That's why I'm pushing this. Kon's actually worried about him and Mrs. Kent
apparently commented on it last week."
"I have… considered… Clark," Bruce admitted, once again editing every word
before he allowed anything to come out of his mouth.
Tim laughed and did the thing that Tam had taught him with his nails on the
underside of Bruce's cock. Bruce shuddered and groaned, leaving bruises on
Tim's shoulder. His other hand abruptly moved down to grasp Tim's erection,
engulfing him in a firm grip marked by callouses. This time it was Tim's turn
to gasp and moan.
"I'm pretty sure that Clark wants you much more than he wants me," Tim said
breathlessly. "I can try and pin him down on the subject if you like."
Bruce's fingers on his shoulder shifted so that Tim was pushed back against the
wall of the shower stall. He went with it, moaning as Bruce's hand on his cock
squeezed and then began to stroke Tim exquisitely gently. When Tim reached up
to pull Bruce closer, he ended up in a kiss that made Tim think of Roy and
Bart, of Bernard when he was extremely aroused. As reluctant as Bruce had been
initially, he seemed to have lost his reserve at last.
Kissing him was as intense as Tim had always thought it would be. Still, none
of his fantasies had prepared him for the actual feel of Bruce's tongue in his
mouth or the feel of his hand wrapped around Tim's cock. It was almost
impossible to keep track of what he was doing with Bruce's cock but that didn't
seem to matter.
They rocked against each other for a long moment before Bruce scooped Tim up
and lifted him so that their cocks aligned against their bellies. Tim gasped
and wrapped his legs around Bruce's hips and his arms around his neck. The
water still doting their bodies was a poor lubricant but between the two of
them they fairly rapidly had enough slipperiness to be able to move without
chafing.
"Oh yes," Tim moaned.
"You…"
"Enjoy this," Tim said for Bruce since his voice appeared to have cut out on
him. "So much. Always enjoyed this, Bruce. I always liked being touched. I need
it. You know how little touch I got, how alone I was. Oh yes, harder!"
"Tim."
The word came out as a Batman growl. Bruce sped up, thrusting against Tim
harder and faster. Tim let himself just enjoy the experience. He had no idea if
they would ever do this again. If they didn't, Tim didn't want to look back at
it with regret, not after all the years he'd spent thinking of Bruce taking him
in any way.
"Yes, yes, yes," Tim panted as he got closer to coming. "Oh yes! Bruce!"
He came, fingers clenched in Bruce's wet hair and heels kicking Bruce's rear
end to encourage him to keep going. The semen let them slide against each other
so much easier that Bruce moaned before he recaptured Tim's mouth. Tim kissed
Bruce desperately, clinging and thrusting against his stomach until Bruce
stiffened and came all over their stomachs.
"Shaking," Bruce whispered into Tim's ear. He kept Tim pressed against the
wall, pinned by his greater bulk.
"So good," Tim whispered back. "God. Thank you."
"Really." Bruce pulled back enough to stare into Tim's eyes.
"Yes, really," Tim laughed silently at the surprise on Bruce's face.
Bruce's shoulders relaxed under Tim's arms. They slowly separated though only
enough to wash again. To Tim's delight, Bruce allowed him to dry Bruce's hair
off once they were out in the locker room. Tim's oldest sweats felt very nice
once he pulled them on.
"Why thank you?" Bruce asked before they left the locker room.
Tim smiled and pet Bruce's cheek fondly. "I'll never belong to one person
alone, Bruce. I'm simply not made for monogamy. That doesn't mean that I don't
want to make those I care about happy. I've cared about you and Dick since long
before you knew I existed. Anything that I can do to make you happier is well
worth it. And you allowed me to give you a little bit of joy tonight. That… is
well worth thanks."
Bruce blinked at Tim for a moment before engulfing him in a hug that had
absolutely nothing sexual about it. Tim leaned into Bruce's chest and sighed
happily. He really would have to try to pin Clark down. If he'd been rejected
as thoroughly as Tim suspected, Clark would be very nervous indeed about
approaching Bruce again. One way or the other though, Tim fully intended to see
if he could help make things right between Bruce and Clark.
+++++
"So," Kon said as the Titans filtered in for their joint mission with the
Justice League, "any progress?"
"Mmm, a little," Tim murmured. "Not much but a little."
Kon gave him that look that said he knew perfectly well that Tim had been with
Bruce the night before. Given his hearing, Kon probably heard the entire thing.
Tim's mind tried to run away with him as he imagined Kon masturbating in time
with Bruce's thrusts against Tim's belly but the League was there and this
really wasn't the time for sexual fantasies. Pushing them away put him back
into the proper mindset for the mission, even though Kon was twitchy enough
that Tim was certain that his mind was still firmly on thoughts of sex.
Fortunately for everyone, Bruce was all business as he briefed them all on what
had been found in the latest batch of data that they'd gathered. Over the
night, Oracle had finally figured out the headquarters for the conspiracy which
meant that they could strike back and make a real difference at last. Of
course, what Bruce outlined for them all was anything but simple.
Multiple teams would strike multiple locations, each with a specific target in
mind, plus secondary targets that have to be accomplished if they were going to
break their opponents once and for all. To his amusement, Bruce already had the
teams figured out, with his normal ruthless efficiency. The part that made Tim
suppress laughter was that Bruce quite blandly teamed Bart and Tim up with
Clark, though there was just a hint of amusement in the set of his lips as he
made that particular assignment. Clark jumped and opened his mouth to protest,
only to snap it shut again when Bruce looked at him.
"Problems, Superman?" Bruce asked. He was in full Bat-mod, which Tim personally
thought wasn't the proper way to handle Clark's discomfort but Bruce was always
going to be Bruce.
"Oh, um, no," Clark said and it was clearly Clark speaking, not Superman at
all.
He got strange looks from Bart, Diana and Jason but that was all as people
broke into their groups to discuss how to handle their assignments. Their bit
of the mission was another strike for information from one of the bases. Once
they were in action, Clark seemed to calm down a lot, though he still did his
best not to touch Tim at all. Bart let that go for an astonishingly long ten
minutes before glaring at Clark.
"What's wrong with you?" Bart demanded. "You're twitchier than I am when I'm
nervous."
"He's attracted to me and won't admit it," Tim explained as he worked to open
the lock to the base without setting off the alarms. "Focus, please."
"Kid Flash," Clark said in Superman's slightly bitchy tone that Tim thought he
used to get people to back off, "this is hardly the time for that sort of
discussion."
"Agreed," Tim said. "I just broke the lock. Superman, locate the bombs please.
Kid, I need to you disarm them as quickly as you can."
"Got it. Let's go!" Bart said so quickly that the words nearly bled together.
The next three and a half hours were a nearly constant series of battles around
Tim as Bart and Clark defended him while Tim broke into the computer systems.
Oracle's counter-virus did a wonderful job of stopping the worm that had
destroyed the computers back in Gotham but Tim still had to stop on a frequent
basis to help the others push back the thugs sent to destroy them. For such an
apparently minor location the base had entirely too many thugs to send out.
Theirs was the last team to accomplish their goal, but Tim didn't care. With
Clark and Bart's help he'd managed to keep the computer system from crashing
which meant that they finally had full access to the conspiracy's files and
communications. He linked everything to Oracle, who chortled her really
terrifyingly evil laugh of delight. Once she had full control of the computers,
Tim stepped back from the keyboard with a sigh of relief.
"I think we're finally done here," Tim said.
"Thank goodness," Clark sighed. "I need to get cleaned up so badly."
Sometime during Tim's latest round of intense computer work Clark had somehow
gotten covered in motor oil. Bart had a few splashes of oil on him though not
nearly as much as Clark. Tim looked them both over, scanned the scattered
unconscious and properly zip tied thugs and then chuckled at the multiple small
piles of machine parts that had probably been an armored power suit before
Clark and Bart got done with it. He could hear sirens outside so it should be
safe to leave them to the proper authorities now.
"I obviously missed that little bit of action," Tim commented as they beamed
out together.
"It wasn't a big deal," Bart said.
He had his Dom attitude on as they teleported up to the Watchtower, watching
Clark as if he expected Clark to grab Tim and run off with him. The other teams
had already reported in, which meant that Batman was manning the comms alone.
Clark twitched so hard as they reported their success that Bart slowly relaxed.
It was rather obvious that Clark was anything but dominant. Bart grinned at Tim
the moment he realized exactly what was going on between Bruce and Clark,
though he wiped the grin away when Bruce glared at him.
The showers in the Watchtower were considerably nicer than the ones in the
Tower. Bart was done in less than ten seconds, including getting the oil out of
his uniform. He promptly took Tim and Clark's uniforms so that he could get
them clean too.
"Need anything?" Bart asked while pressing a highly dominant kiss against Tim's
neck in exactly the right spot to make Tim moan and clutch his hips.
"Always," Tim said as dryly as he could. "But a shower and some food come
before more entertaining things."
"Later then!" Bart laughed. He leaned close to murmur in Tim's ear, not that it
made much difference with Clark's hearing. "I'll take my time on the uniforms."
He zipped away, leaving Tim and Clark alone. Clark immediately tried to edge
towards the robes that would allow him to escape from the locker room. Tim
glared at him. To his amusement, Clark sighed and fidgeted before taking one of
the shower stalls. If he'd had any doubt that Clark was listening a bit too
closely to his or Bruce's lives, the way that Clark twitched the curtain shut
behind him ended those doubts. He sort of thought that Clark expected Tim to
push his way in with Clark.
"We could actually do something shockingly non-Bat-like and talk about this,"
Tim commented as he took the stall next to Clark's. Joining Clark was tempting
in a fulfilling fantasies sort of way but Tim was relatively certain that Clark
would disappear faster than the speed of light if he did.
"I thought that talking things out went against established procedures for
Bats," Clark replied. There was enough nervousness in his voice to tell Tim
that he truly did have to tread carefully.
"Mmm, probably," Tim said. "But I've recently been convinced that sometimes
talking openly about things actually helps prevent problems from getting
worse."
"Kon?" Clark asked with blatant pride.
"And Bart." Tim laughed quietly. "And Roy, Dick, Steph, Cass, Barbara…"
Clark snickered, sounding much more relaxed. He probably didn't need as long of
a shower as Tim did but Clark stayed in his shower stall as Tim got properly
clean. There were a few sighs from the other stall but nothing that Tim felt
the need to ask about. Given that Bruce had all but admitted that he'd turned
Clark down harshly Tim didn't blame him.
"I'm not about to force myself on someone who isn't interested, Clark," Tim
said as he turned the water off.
"I know that," Clark said. His voice was small and sad instead of amused or
full of objections.
"He was that harsh?" Tim asked as he pushed a towel into Clark's stall.
Tim grinned when Clark meeped and then laughed ruefully. There were so many
ways that Clark and Kon were alike. Kon would always be much more brash than
Clark but they shared an inner core of shyness that Tim knew he'd always
respond to. He thought that possibly it had something to do with all that power
being restrained by such gentle souls, not that it really mattered as Clark
came out with the towel wrapped around his hips.
"He really was," Clark sighed. He took a second towel to dry his hair off. "It
was years ago, Tim. I'm fine."
"Obviously not," Tim said. "Kon commented on you acting strangely to me. I've
seen it myself today. Is it just that I'm interested in your or the possibility
of something more with Bruce?"
The most ferocious blush that Tim had ever seen swept over Clark's cheeks. He
stumbled and made the meeping sound again while drying his hair with enough
vigor that Tim worried about the survival of the towel Clark was using. Tim
stepped closer and put a hand on Clark's elbow. It seemed to turn Clark to
stone at first. After a few seconds Clark sort of collapsed in on himself with
a miserable expression that was just barely visible inside the towel still
wrapped around his head.
"I'm overthinking this," Clark whispered.
"Me?" Tim asked.
Clark nodded.
"Bruce?"
Clark sighed and nodded again as he sat on one of the benches. "I just… That
night that you had your um, date? With Bernard? And um, the whips?"
"Yes?" Tim asked, sitting next to Clark.
"I heard the boys watching you," Clark admitted. "I couldn't believe that
they'd so something like that. It's just wrong. Spying on you that way. But
then later um…"
"You overhead me admitting that I was interested in you," Tim completed for
Clark since he seemed to have lost the ability to finish that particular
sentence. "I know. Kon told me about that. I always have been, you know.
Certainly, Dick was my first obsession but, well, you're Superman. I think most
of the world has a crush on you at least part of the time. But frankly it's
Clark that I find interesting, not Superman."
Clark straightened up and beamed at Tim as if that was the best thing he'd ever
heard. Tim laughed and patted Clark's shoulder. That made Clark blush again as
he started fidgeting nervously.
"You are interested in me," Tim observed.
"Um, well, yes," Clark said while playing with the edge of the towel over his
shoulders. "It's strange. I really shouldn't be. You're so much younger than me
and involved with Kon. I just… I'm not sure what it is about you lately but…
yes."
Tim laughed a nearly silent laugh as his cheeks went red too. "I didn't think
that I was this interesting. I always thought that I was sort of boring but I
keep getting offers from all sorts of people."
This time Clark grinned at Tim. He seemed relieved that Tim wasn't pushing the
attraction thing. Doing so definitely wouldn't have been right. Tim could see
that Clark's attraction wasn't the sort of thing he would be comfortable acting
on, not with the confused situation between him and Bruce. Clark shrugged and
smiled at Tim.
"No, you're not boring at all," Clark said. "There's an intensity to you that's
very attractive."
"And to Bruce?" Tim asked.
He wasn't at all surprised that Clark blushed brilliantly again. Tim laughed
and patted Clark's shoulder before going and getting both of them robes. Bart
should be done cleaning their uniforms by now but Tim knew that there was no
way that Bart would intrude, not now that he understood that Clark was
interested in Tim. Granted, that interest felt more like Clark substituting Tim
for the person he really wanted but it was still interest that had to be dealt
with one way or the other.
"Sometimes I forget that you're as perceptive as Bruce is," Clark sighed while
pulling on the robe. His cheeks were still bright red.
"Mmm, I try," Tim said. "Frankly, it seems to me that you're far more
interested in Bruce than in me. Almost like I'm a substitute for him."
"No!" Clark gasped while staring at Tim in horror. "No. Not at all. It's just…
I never thought of myself as even slightly poly, Tim. There are very few people
in the world that I've been truly attracted to and all of them are close to my
own age. It's… strange to me that you're so young and I still find you
intriguing."
"Oh," Tim breathed, lips twitching as he fought a grin. "Well, I can certainly
understand that. It was a little strange on the age front playing with Bruce
last night."
Clark stumbled on his way to drop their towels in the laundry bin. He turned
and stared at Tim with eyes so wide and shocked that Tim couldn't help but
laugh a little. Tim went over and put his hands on Clark's cheeks. They were
warmer than a human's flesh, nearly as warm as Bart given the blush his hands
had covered.
"I am very poly, Clark," Tim said as gently as he could when he wanted to laugh
at the shock in Clark's eyes. "I'll never ever belong to one person alone. It
simply isn't in me. As I told Bruce last night, that doesn't stop me from
wanting to make the people I care about happy. Bruce is precious to me. He was
long before he ever knew me. Anything I can do to make him happy is good."
"I'm not Bruce," Clark whispered. He put his hands over Tim's, holding them in
place.
Tim smiled at him. "No, you're you. I care about you too, Clark. If I can, I
want to make things better between the two of you. If that means dragging the
two of you into bed together, so be it. I think… Things have changed. It might
be possible now."
The heat of Clark's cheeks increased and to Tim's surprise his robe tented out.
Tim blushed and allowed his fingers ghost over Clark's cheekbones. He'd always
suspected that Clark had powerful feelings for Bruce. It felt like a huge gift
getting to have that so directly confirmed. After a moment Clark engulfed Tim
in a hug that was a lot like hugging Kon when he was so aroused that he
couldn't think straight. Clark was even shaking slightly.
He rather doubted that Clark thought of himself as submissive but to Tim he
seemed utterly submissive at that moment. Of course, the courtesy, gentleness
and just Clark's personality had always struck Tim as being rather subby.
Fortunately Bruce was absolutely dominant in all of his interactions so if Tim
could just get them on the same page things between the two of them would
probably work very well.
"Do you really think…?" Clark whispered, still shaking.
"I do," Tim said in a low-level Dom voice. "I need to talk to Bruce about this
and I know Bart has to be vibrating himself into his component pieces by now.
But yes, I really do think it can work out if you're willing to work with
Bruce's issues and complete inability to communicate emotional information."
Clark let him go so that he could laugh. They shared a grin before leaving the
locker room. Bart was waiting with their uniforms. He tried to look like he'd
only just arrived but it was obvious to Tim that he'd been waiting for a while.
Once clothed, Clark disappeared in a gentle whoosh of air.
"So?" Bart asked and he stretched the word out into several curious syllables.
He wrapped his hands around Tim's hips so that he could pull Tim close.
"He's interested but a little freaked out by the age difference," Tim said
while running his fingers through Bart's messy hair. "He's much more interested
in Batman, in the same way that Kon's stuck on me. Or maybe more so. I'm going
to have to pin them both down and try and get them to actually talk."
Bart blinked at him, making an awed expression with his eyes even though his
lips were trying not to grin. "You really set yourself big challenges. Good
luck. Socanwegofucknow? I mean, if you're done here."
Tim laughed and nodded. "I'm done. Let's head back to my place. I do have a big
meeting in the morning that I have to go to but I can make time for you
tonight."
"Mmm," Bart purred. It sounded nearly like a real purr, especially because Bart
vibrated with excitement. "CanIgothroughyourtoybox? Findthingsforustoplaywith?"
"Maybe," Tim said with a little smirk that had to look challenging as well as
flirtatious. "I was thinking more on the order of seeing what a speedster
spanking would be like but I suppose you could tie me up first."
The mental image of that made Bart freeze solid for six seconds, which told Tim
everything he needed to know about how much Bart liked that idea. Bart
disappeared, came back to kiss Tim hard enough to nearly knock him over,
disappeared again until Tim made it to the transporters. He felt several
whooshes as Bart ran by faster than Tim could perceive.
"Tim, I do love you," Bart said once he stopped running and wrapped himself
around Tim.
"Love you too," Tim said happily. "Let's go play."
"Yay!" Bart cheered. "Ican'twait!"
Tim set the transporters for his basement, smiling as the Watchtower faded away
and his home reappeared. Tomorrow was soon enough to corner Bruce. He'd need a
bit of brooding time and Tim knew that he'd want to study the monitors that
Bruce had to have installed in the locker room. That last reaction of Clark's
should make convincing Bruce to allow something to occur much easier, as long
as he didn't let them treat it as another mission-related discussion.
"Let'sgolet'sgolet'sgo!" Bart babbled once they'd both materialized.
Rather than answering, Tim let Bart drag him off to the bedroom. Tomorrow was
for Bruce and Clark. Tonight was all Bart's.
+++++
Tim raised a hand to muffle his laugh as Dick started bouncing on his toes.
"Really? Truly? We actually get a night off?" Dick asked with enough enthusiasm
that Damian glared at him while fingering one of his concealed weapons as if he
intended to knife Dick any second.
"Yes, we get the night off," Bruce said so indulgently that Tim found himself
tempted to take the offer to rest tonight at face value. "Oracle has already
confirmed that everyone appears to have decided that it's time for a break.
Even Arkham is quiet. You're all free to do as you will. Helena's taking patrol
tonight and has requested the Birds back her up instead of us."
"That only shows her complete lack of intelligence and skill," Damian sniffed.
Dick cheered and hugged Damian even though Damian tried to stab him in the
side. "I'm heading to visit Roy and Lian!"
He ran out, starting a general exodus from the cave. Damian left, muttering
something about game time with Colin while Steph and Cass chatted about 'girl
time' which seemed to include giggling a lot, going to visit Barbara and
possibly vibrators though Tim wasn't sure about that. Jason had disappeared the
instant Bruce said that they would be free tonight. Tim was relatively certain
that Jason's free night was going to include developing bombs with a bigger
boom and entirely too much alcohol but that was fine. It was what Jason found
relaxing and Tim wasn't allowed to play with him again until the cuts were
fully healed.
"I suppose you'll be heading back to your place," Bruce mused once they were
alone other than Alfred.
"Actually, I thought that I'd call Clark and see if he would come over for a
late dinner," Tim said.
"An excellent idea, Master Timothy," Alfred said before Bruce could do more
than jerk in surprise. "I believe I shall go prepare for his arrival."
Bruce opened his mouth as if to protest and then shut it again when Tim raised
an eyebrow at him. From the expression on Bruce's face he hadn't expected that
Tim would move this quickly to set things right between Bruce and Clark.
Honestly, Tim doubted that it would be possible if he let either of them brood
over it. Hopefully getting them in the same room would open things up enough
that they could take the next step without Tim's assistance.
Three quarters of an hour later Tim was cursing at himself for thinking that.
Dinner had been all right. Alfred's food always made a good conversational
topic, especially given how much Clark enjoyed discussing recipes with Alfred.
Still once Alfred chased them out of the dining room it took serious effort for
Tim to herd the two of them to the sitting room on the second floor with the
egregiously comfortable couch that had the extra wide chaise section. Having
gotten them there Tim wasn't at all surprised that Clark promptly chose the
narrow end of the couch and Bruce went to brood by the fireplace.
There didn't seem to be much other option than to use some of Dick's more
dramatic moves as he stretched out on the chaise and kicked his shoes off.
"I need a chaise just like this," Tim sighed once he'd squirmed himself into a
decidedly decadent pose that was actually remarkably comfortable on this
particular piece of furniture. All he needed was a blanket and Tim thought he
could fall asleep easily.
"I thought you had that special couch that you commissioned," Clark commented.
"Oh, I do," Tim said with a grin at Clark for actually not sulking and acting
like someone had just taken away his favorite toy. "But this is positively
wonderful. I'll have to ask Alfred where he got it so I can commission one just
like it. Maybe as a separate chaise instead of the full couch but still. This
is lovely."
Clark grinned back, relaxing into the other side of the couch enough that he no
longer looked like he expected to be yelled at for simply being there. As Bruce
tried not to stare at the two of the Tim stretched like Dick and wiggled his
sock-covered toes at him. Bruce's lips quirked in a millisecond smirk at the
silent request for a foot massage that wasn't followed up on, unfortunately. He
stayed by the fireplace though he did turn towards them at last.
"I kind of think I'd have a hard time getting Kon off of it when he visits,"
Tim commented, just to see how they both reacted.
"He's um, visiting now?" Clark asked in a much tighter voice that was at least
partially because of Bruce's little jerk. "I mean, here? Gotham? Your house?"
"Not quite yet," Tim said. "Bart did visit last light after the mission but Kon
hasn't come over yet. I'm thinking maybe on Wednesday. That's my normal 'date'
night."
"You schedule a night for dates?" Clark asked as if he couldn't quite figure
that one out.
Tim smiled at Clark despite the way that Bruce was glaring at him. "Frankly,
the only way I've ever found to have any sort of a private life is to schedule
it in. We tend to have specific days that we declare as our days off in Gotham.
Everyone knows that I'll be having date nights on Wednesday and that I'll be
with the Titans on weekends. Dick takes Mondays and Steph has Friday. Cass
takes Thursday. I'd say that Damian takes Tuesdays off except that I don't
think I've actually seen him take a Tuesday off yet."
He looked at Bruce who managed a ghost of a laugh despite how tense his
shoulders were and the way his hands had curled into fists. That was probably
because Clark looked at Bruce too with that particularly wide eyed and nearly
innocent look that Clark was so good at. Tim sometimes wondered if it was the
glasses but he'd seen Superman do it too so probably it was just part of
Clark's base personality. But then again Tim had only ever seen him aim that
particular version of the look at Bruce so it might be more a matter of their
not-quite relationship than anything else.
"Damian feels that time off is counter-productive to his training," Bruce
explained once Tim raised an eyebrow and Clark cocked his head curiously. "I do
insist that he have a shorter patrol on Tuesday nights no matter how much he
complains about it."
"I suppose that makes sense in Gotham," Clark mused. "There never seem to be
quiet nights here."
"Gotham never sleeps, or at least it's criminals never seem to," Tim said dryly
enough that Bruce's smile reappeared. "I'm quite convinced that they're not
resting tonight. They're rearming and creating new plots."
"You're probably right about that," Bruce said equally dryly.
"And that is of course why I schedule private time," Tim said because he wasn't
about to let Clark and Bruce start talking shop instead of starting more
intimate discussions. "I'm definitely going to have to revise my schedule for
who I have dates with but that's okay. Personally I rather like the variety but
then I am profoundly bi and completely poly. I imagine it would be different
for someone who really only wants one or two people at most. Kon certainly
seemed to feel that way."
"I ah, suppose that's a good reason to have a date with him," Clark said, his
voice abruptly jumping back up into a higher register. He smoothed his pants
over his leg. The fingers trembled which Tim saw Bruce notice. "To, um, discuss
things. Together. You know. Um."
"Definitely," Tim said. "I have to say things have been much better between us
since Kon forced me into actually talking about all of this. Well, the
emotional side of things. I was perfectly open about the sexual side before
that, just not who I was attracted to or why I was saying no to them."
That killed the conversation so completely that Tim sighed at both of them.
Clark looked like he wasn't ever going to raise his eyes again while Bruce was
glaring daggers at Tim. Rather than respond to Bruce's glare, Tim wiggled his
toes invitingly again while jerking his chin at Clark. For the world's greatest
detective Bruce certainly wasn't doing a very good job of figuring out Clark,
at least not in Tim's opinion. Bruce stayed where he was though there was a lot
more nervousness in the set of his shoulders now.
After a moment of silence that lasted entirely too long, Clark sighed. He
looked at the door as if he wanted to leave but his expression was miserable.
Tim glared at Bruce who winced and shuffled his feet, recapturing Clark's
attention.
"It's… difficult… discussing such things," Bruce said hesitantly enough that
Clark perked up again.
"Kon had to basically pin me down," Tim chuckled. "Well, actually, he pinned me
the wall and then sort of hugged me around the waist so tightly that I couldn't
get away. I am trying to be better about such things."
He left the 'unlike certain other people in this room' unspoken, mostly because
Clark laughed at Tim's words.
"Kon always has been good at being bold that way," Clark said with enough pride
that Tim was relatively certain that Kon had just fallen over in shock back on
the Kent farm. "I've always admired that about him."
"It did take several weeks to get to that point," Tim chuckled. "I'm glad that
he did it though. It's made me… much happier. Bart too. Some rules do need to
be reconsidered and I must admit I was overdue for reconsidering the No Heroes
Rule."
Tim wiggled his toes at Bruce again, coupled with a stern look that probably
would have done Alfred proud. It felt rather like he'd suddenly channeled his
mother. Clark blushed immediately because he was looking right at Tim when he
did it while Bruce coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. As awkward as this
evening had turned out to be Tim rather felt like he should have invited Bart
over. His sheer impatience with the situation and his basic dominance would
probably have moved things along even given that he was intimidated by Bruce.
"I…" Bruce stopped talking and turned to stare at the fireplace again.
"Yes?" Tim said. He deliberately drew the word out and made it as sharp as
possible.
"You sound entirely too much like Oracle when you say things that way," Bruce
snapped at him.
"Good," Tim replied calmly. Another wiggle of his toes made Bruce's cheeks go
red. "Finish the sentence before I call her and ask Dick to come hug the two of
you back to your senses."
Bruce glared at Tim as Clark tried to muffle a laugh behind a raised hand and a
fake cough. "I doubt he'd want to abandon his Lian time."
"Finish the sentence or I call him, Barbara and Alfred," Tim said in his most
threatening tone of voice that was of course not as threatening as it needed to
be to make Bruce obey. "Please."
That got him a grumble that was accompanied by a stronger blush. Clark stilled
and stared at Bruce once the blush appeared. His eyes were so wide behind the
glasses that Tim could see how the hope in Clark's heart was battling with the
fear that he'd be turned down yet again. Bruce seemed to see it too because he
went still too. Tim glared at him even though he wasn't sure that either of
them noticed that Tim was there anymore.
"I… have reconsidered… my rules too," Bruce admitted so quietly that Tim could
barely hear him. Clark obviously heard it through because his cheeks went
blazingly red. "At least in particular instances."
"Really?" Clark asked as he brightened up and sat so straight that he looked as
though he was about to float right off of the couch in pure joy.
Bruce nodded without another glare from Tim to prompt him. His eyes even
wrinkled in a little smile that didn't quite reach his lips but was nonetheless
one of the brightest smiles that Tim had ever seen out of Bruce. That made
Clark squirm a little, smoothing his pants again while laughing breathlessly.
"I um, never did stop being interested in you," Clark admitted quietly. "I only
held off because you were so um, firm about saying no last time."
Tim was tempted to say hallelujah but he was afraid that if he did it would
interrupt what was finally happening between Bruce and Clark. A few seconds
passed without Bruce moving or saying anything further, which made Clark slowly
droop though so Tim rolled to his feet and went over to hug Bruce tightly. He
heard Clark make a little squeak at that while Bruce went so tense that it was
like hugging a marble statue.
"He's too submissive to make the first move, Bruce," Tim whispered to him. "You
have to start things. I won't. This is your relationship, not mine."
Bruce jerked, staring down into Tim's eyes as if that was the last thing that
he'd expected to hear Tim say. From the corner of his eye Tim could see Clark
blushing so brightly that his ears were as red as his cheeks. The blush
extended down under his collar, which Clark tugged at while looking like he was
desperately trying to find something to say and failing utterly.
Finally, finally, finally Bruce came over and joined Clark on the couch. Tim
settled back onto the chaise part of the couch as neither Bruce nor Clark
seemed inclined to use the wonderfully comfortable bed-like half of the couch.
Their first kiss was something so tentative and cautious that Tim had to resist
the urge to squirm. There was something so intense about the way Bruce looked
at Clark, far beyond the most dominant looks that Tim had ever gotten from his
other lovers or the neediest looks from anyone he'd Domed for. It practically
seemed like nothing else in the world existed for Bruce and Clark, even though
all Bruce touched as he kissed Clark was his cheek and one knee. Clark had
fisted his hands on his knees as if afraid to even touch Bruce for fear of
frightening him away.
That first kiss was quickly followed by a second, deeper one that prompted a
groan out of Bruce. Whatever Clark had done in the kiss apparently removed
Bruce's reserve. He chuckled and pulled Clark close, making him straddle
Bruce's lap despite the way Clark blushed and gasped.
As Bruce untied Clark's tie and started opening his shirt, Tim watched and then
eased towards the end of the chaise so that he could slip away. They really
didn't need him there. He honestly felt like he was intruding on something that
was close to sacred. Before he could stand Bruce turned and looked at Tim with
the most dominant expression that Tim had ever seen.
It was quite literally stunning because Bruce didn't look at Clark that way.
When he looked at Clark his expression was tender and a little rueful, with an
edge of determination that spoke of his intent to make up for lost time. The
look he gave Tim was a Batman look, one that held an order that was not to be
disobeyed no matter what Tim might think or feel about it. He gulped and
quivered, caught between that non-verbal order and his internal feeling that he
shouldn't be there.
"Stay?" Clark asked even though the word was anything but a question. "Please?"
"If you're sure you want me here," Tim said and then moaned because Bruce's
lips had curled into something predatory.
"Strip down," Bruce ordered.
Tim shivered and followed orders. He couldn't resist that sort of expression
and voice from Bruce. Honestly, he could barely resist the urge to kneel to
Bruce sometimes when he was in uniform. Right now there was no way he could
hold back, not when they both wanted him to stay. His clothes went on the floor
at the end of the chaise. As Bruce finished opening Clark's shirt he pushed it
back off of Clark's shoulders and down his wrists. Tim caught it at Bruce's nod
and then folded it and set it aside too.
He wasn't sure what Bruce wanted but after a second Tim decided that apparently
his role was to make things easier for the two of them. Tim knelt down and
started tugging Clark's shoes off, making sure that when his pants were opened
it would be easy to take them off. Bruce held out one foot so Tim took his shoe
off. Even though he was kissing Clark as though their lives depended on it,
Bruce waggled the foot again, prompting Tim to remove his sock too. The other
foot followed and then Bruce flipped Clark onto the chaise.
Tim moved to remove Bruce's cufflinks at Bruce's silent demand and then did his
best to unbutton Bruce's shirt despite the way his fingers had started shaking.
This shouldn't be exciting him so much. He wasn't sure what about this was
turning him on. Service had never been one of his kinks but as Tim moved to
pull Bruce's shirt down his arms and then carefully fold it while Clark moaned
and reached up to caress and then kiss Bruce's stomach he realized that yes,
this was a new kink, a new thing that he enjoyed.
Once Bruce and Clark were both naked and Tim had folded their clothes neatly,
Bruce pushed Clark back onto the chaise so that he could kiss every inch of
Clark's torso. Tim knelt by the couch until Clark looked at him and held out a
hand. Then he settled next to Clark and allowed himself to be pulled down into
a trembling kiss. Bruce's hand ghosted over Tim's back as he kissed Clark,
prompting a moan from both of them.
So often Tim's lovers were intensely verbal, which made sense given how non-
verbal he tended to be and how intense BDSM tended to be. Being part of Clark
and Bruce's love making was a thousand times more intense in part because of
the sheer silence. No questions, no orders, nothing but touching and being
touched, kissing and being kissed.
Bruce directed both of them with perfect ease. For Clark there were gentle
touches and looks to get him into the positions that Bruce wanted. Tim got
fierce looks that made his cock jerk and his breath catch. By the time he found
himself with his cock somehow in Clark's mouth while Bruce slowly fucked Clark.
After a few slow, firm thrusts that had Tim and Clark moaning, Bruce leaned
over and captured Tim's mouth for a kiss that made him shudder and fight
against coming despite barely having been touched.
It was strangely intense to be there with them, to have both Clark and Bruce
touching and including him in a moment that was so incredibly significant for
both of them. Tim didn't realize that there were tears on his cheeks until
Bruce began kissing them away while Clark caressed his hips lovingly.
He started thrusting into Clark's mouth, unable to take the tension any longer.
Tim's movements made Clark groan and buck against Bruce's hips. That apparently
made Bruce happy because he grinned against Tim's cheek before biting Tim's
neck so hard that Tim shouted, the first loud noise since clothes starting
coming off.
That one shout appeared to open a floodgate because suddenly Bruce was
whispering tender things to Clark about how beautiful he was, how much he'd
wanted Clark all this time. Clark started moaning constantly and sucking hard
enough that Tim almost worried about the safety of his penis except for the
fact that his brain was entirely too far gone for him to be able to worry about
anything other than not coming until Bruce gave him permission.
Bruce shifted his angle and Clark abruptly abandoned Tim's cock with a shout as
he came all over his stomach and Tim's thigh. Three more thrusts had Bruce
freezing and shuddering as he came too. Tim collapsed back onto the couch,
panting. He thought about stroking himself but then Bruce laughed breathlessly
as he leaned down to kiss Clark's chest clean and suddenly Tim really didn't
need to do that right then.
"Wow," Tim breathed.
"Um," Clark started to say something and then shuddered as Bruce bit him. He
still looked at Tim with a question in his eyes.
Tim leaned over and kissed Clark gently. "I am going to bed. You two are
entirely too intense for me. Don't stay in here all night or Alfred might have
words to say to you."
That made both Clark and Bruce start snickering, which was pretty much exactly
what Tim had been going for. He slipped into his pants and put his shirt on,
carrying the rest of this clothes as he shut the door on Bruce and Clark's
continuing love making. It was much too late to go back home so Tim made his
way to his rooms in the manor.
As soon as he collapsed on the bed his phone rang.
"Dude!" Kon whined when Tim picked it up. "Oh my freaking God, you did not just
do that!"
"I can't believe I just did that," Tim told him ruefully. "They were… intense.
That's the only word I've got for it."
"Did you even get off on it?" Kon asked. There was a wet sound as though Kon
was stroking himself idly.
"No, but that hardly seemed to matter," Tim said. "I think I'll decline any
future offers from the two of them. It was incredible but…"
He sighed and opened his pants to pull himself out. Kon moaned so obviously his
ears were as tuned into Tim as always. As Tim pulled out some lube he heard
Kon's hand speeding up a little bit over the phone.
"Where are you?" Tim asked in his most dominant voice, the one that made Kon
whimper and shudder so hard that his teeth chattered some times.
It worked this time. The whine was high and desperate before Kon answered. "In
the loft, Dude. No way am I doing this in the house with Ma."
"Are you naked?" Tim asked as he started stroking himself exactly as Clark had
sucked on him.
"Oh man, we're having phone sex, aren't we?" Kon asked. "I mean, yeah, yes, oh
fuck yes, so damned naked. Like I could resist when you stripped down for
them."
"Mmm, we're having phone sex tonight and then on Wednesday you're coming over
and I'm going to make you cry from sheer arousal."
"Dude!" Kon whimpered. Tim heard a thump as if Kon had just bucked hard enough
to shift the battered couch in the loft. "You can't say things like that!"
Tim laughed and relaxed back on his bed with Kon's voice in his ear. Bruce and
Clark were definitely on their own now. He had a night off to spend however he
wished and Kon to take care of, which was as close to perfect as it could be
with them several states away from each other.
"You're not allowed to come until I tell you," Tim said and then smirked at
Kon's breathless moan. "Touch yourself, slow and gentle, just like I'm touching
myself."
"Man, I love you but you're fucking evil," Kon replied as he followed Tim's
orders. "Ohgodyes!"
+++++
"Thursday."
Tim blinked at Cass as he pulled his cowl up. She was in a simple black tank
top and sweat pants plus the pink fuzzy bunny slippers that Lian had given her
for helping her create the perfect valentines heart for Damian. Said heart was
currently pinned to the ceiling of the locker room by no less than six throwing
knives. Alfred had said something about enlisting Cass' help in retrieving the
paper heart before disappearing for the long step ladder. That had prompted
Damian to leave for patrol with enough cursing to make him sound like Jason's
son instead of Bruce's.
"Yes, it is," Tim replied. "Did you have plans for tonight?"
"You," Cass said with just enough nervousness to turn the single word into a
question.
"Ah, um, well, I suppose I can do a shorter patrol if you want to meet me at my
place later?" Tim offered. It wasn't as though he'd tell Cass no. He'd wondered
what it would be like with Cass for ages.
Cass nodded, giggling at the way Tim blushed even though she couldn't see it
with his cowl up. Of course, Cass never needed to actually see his face to know
when he was embarrassed or surprised. She leaned close to press a quick kiss
against his hips before hurrying towards the locker room to wait for Alfred.
To Tim's surprise, Cass had apparently already gotten permission for him to
patrol for two hours and then take the rest of the night off. Bruce gave Tim a
smile that verged on tender when he asked about it, though Tim suspected that
the smile was more due to Clark's spending the night Tuesday and part of the
day on Wednesday. Barbara's synthesized voice was positively warm when he
questioned her about it. And of course Jason had apparently heard about it
because he made a point of shadowing Tim's patrol while making enough sexual
innuendo that Tim spent most of the next two hours blushing and snapping at him
between beating up on the normal suspects.
It was rather nice to have Gotham back to normal. Since they had their
breakthrough with the League on the conspiracy, things had more or less
returned to normal. There were still the standard muggings, murders and rapes,
with occasional problems from Arkham's inhabitants, but there weren't small
armies of thugs armed with futuristic weapons operating out of booby-trapped
buildings anymore.
"Much better," Tim sighed as his time to head home approached.
"What is?" Jason asked.
"Gotham," Tim said, nodding at the small-time drug dealers they'd just beaten
up and left zip tied for the police. "I was tired of running away from
exploding buildings."
Jason snickered, nodding his agreement. "But now we got the fun of watching
Little D's baby romance."
"I heard that!" Damian snarled over the comms. "There is no romance. There has
never been a romance and there will never be a romance!"
"Ooo, I think someone's protesting too much," Lian said which made Damian
splutter and Jason howl with laughter.
"You should not have access to this channel!" Damian squeaked. "Get off this
line!"
Tim couldn't describe it as anything other than a squeak. It certainly wasn't a
squawk or a yell, not when Damian's voice kept getting higher and higher as he
argued with Lian. His horror only seemed to encourage Lian who giggled and
teased him with Steph, Barbara, Roy, Dick and Helena's firm encouragement.
Rather than joining the teasing, Tim waved goodbye to Jason.
"Have a good night, Baby Bird," Jason said.
He had his helmet on so Tim couldn't see the smirk but it was obvious from
Jason's body language. Tim gave into the urge to flip Jason off but all he got
was a belly laugh in return as Jason swung off to go assault another group of
drug dealers who'd apparently decided that the lack of major battles and
exploding buildings meant that it was time to recoup their lost sales by
selling to middle schoolers at a game place.
Cass was waiting for Tim by the secret underground entrance to his home. She
was in simple black civilian clothes so she blended in until she stepped out of
the shadows as he parked the Ducati. Tim smiled at her and nodded as he
unlocked the door and let her in. It was Cass so there didn't seem to be a
large need for words, or at least not until after he'd showered and put his
uniform away. To his surprise Cass looked nervous once he was clean, dry and
dressed only in a pair of comfortable old sweat pants.
"Are you sure about this?" Tim asked. "We don't have to do anything if you
don't want to, Cass."
Rather than answering immediately, Cass studied him as if she was trying to
work out exactly what Tim was asking. As he wasn't aware that he was asking
anything more than her actual willingness to proceed, Tim waited for her to
respond. After a moment she frowned.
"Not sure what to do," Cass said, nodding towards Tim.
"You mean what you want to do or what I want to do?" Tim asked.
"You." Cass frowned harder. "Options."
Tim laughed a little ruefully. "Yes, there are a lot of options but that's a
good thing. Honestly, I enjoy so many things that we can do practically
anything that you want. We can cuddle or have simple straightforward sex or
whatever you like. Though to be clear I have no interest whatsoever with
combining certain bodily functions with sex."
Cass blinked at him in confusion for a moment and then made such a disgusted
face when she figured it out that Tim had to laugh. He offered her a hand that
Cass took with a little smile that looked nervous again. She looked around his
bedroom as if searching for all the toys that he had put away into drawers.
Given that she seemed nervous about their presence Tim decided that it would
probably be simpler to start with little things like hugging and kissing
instead of anything more elaborate.
As always, Cass read his body language and immediately relaxed. She gladly
followed him to the bed and allowed Tim to slowly strip her clothes off. Cass
seemed to like being caressed and nuzzled so once they were both naked Tim
gently pushed her back on the bed. Rather than let Tim drape himself on top of
her Cass pushed Tim onto his side so that she could caress him just as much as
he caressed her.
"You can take charge if you want," Tim offered as Cass. "That might be more to
your tastes, you know."
She blinked at him and then grinned. Tim immediately found himself shoved onto
his back so that Cass could bite his nipples hard enough to make him gasp in
surprise. He arched up into her mouth while finding her nipples so that he
could pinch them just as hard has she'd bitten him. That made Cass moan and
then start giggling at him.
"You want?" Cass asked once she'd bitten and sucked on his nipples so much that
he had to push her off before she made him too sensitive to be able to put his
uniform on tomorrow.
"Mmm, I'd very much like to lick you," Tim said. "That's one of my favorite
things when I'm with a woman."
He had to slide a hand down between her legs before Cass realized exactly what
sort of licking he was talking about. She'd stared at him at first as if she
thought that he'd wanted to lick other things entirely. Once she got it she
giggled and then rolled onto her back and spread her legs so that he had all
the access he wanted.
Tim couldn't help but thing that she looked like what he thought a Goddess
should as he moved to kiss his way up her inner thigh. Cass squirmed and made a
little 'no' sound that was completely nonverbal but still utterly
understandable. He smiled at her and shook his head no right back at her. To
him, right now, Cass was his Goddess and he was more than happy to worship her
body the way she deserved. She blushed, the rush of blood coloring her from her
cheeks right down to her nipples.
When he finally made it to her clit, she smelled different than Steph or Tam
did. As much as he enjoyed being with men, there was something wonderful about
being with a woman. They were sweeter, richer, slower to become aroused and
able to go for so much longer. Tim loved that he could lick for an hour, until
his tongue wore out and his jaw ached and there would still be more to do.
Cass jerked when he first kissed her clit and then moaned as he breathed on it.
A soft flick with the tip of her tongue got another jerk, this time accompanied
by a giggle. He raised an eyebrow at Cass who bit her lip before nodding down
at Tim.
"Enjoy this," Cass said with so much wonder that he had to laugh and bit her
inner thigh lightly.
"So much," Tim murmured against her mound. "I always have."
She was already getting a little wet so Tim sucked her clit into his mouth and
tugged it gently with his teeth. Cass made a noise as if she'd just been hit by
an electric shock. He did it again. This time Cass moaned and rocked her hips.
Her fingers wrapped into his hair, encouraging him to do more.
Little flicks made Cass shudder but strong sucks against her clit had a much
better response. Tim noted that and licked Cass in a broad stripe up her slit
that made her shudder and then cry out when he bit her clit again. Her legs
started shaking. He tried not to smile at that. It was far more important to
continue to lick and bite her clit, sucking in hard pulses that matched the
rocking of Cass' hips.
Tim knew that he'd found exactly the right rhythm for Cass when her arms
started to shake and her fingers knotted in his hair. The rocking of her hips
matched the way she was grunting and moaning. After one especially hard suck
combined with flicking the tip of her clit with his tongue Cass gasped and
locked her legs around his head. He sucked harder while clutching her hips.
Breathing was overrated, very, very overrated. Making Cass come, making her
shout, making her jerk and moan and then collapse back on the bed giggling as
she pushed him away from her clit was much more important than breathing.
"Wow," Cass panted once Tim let her clit go. Her legs were still looped around
his shoulders, but loosely now.
"Wow indeed," Tim chuckled as he kissed her inner thigh. "I think I like doing
that to you."
"Really?" Cass asked. She blinked at him and then giggled some more as she saw
that he really did mean it. "Wow. More?"
"Definitely more," Tim chuckled. "I have several other things that I think
you'll like."
"Show me!" Cass ordered.
She tugged at his hair with her hands and kicked his shoulders with her heels.
Tim laughed and kissed her inner thigh again before moving down a little bit so
that he could slide his tongue inside of her. Cass gasped and jerked, first
clenching her legs together and then spreading them wider as his tongue delved
deep inside. Cass was even sweeter smelling now, and a little muskier which was
no surprise.
Tongue-fucking her had Cass gasping and moaning. It made Tim start thrusting
against the covers but he did his best not to do that. This was Cass' time, not
his. He wanted to make her come several times before he even thought about
penetration, if of course Cass even wanted that from him.
"Do!" Cass gasped just after Tim dismissed the thought from his mind. "You, in
me, don't stop!"
Tim laughed in spite of himself, letting his amusement be seen as he tried to
get his control back again. When Tim curled his tongue up inside of her Cass
shouted and bucked against his mouth. Her legs locked around his head again so
Tim did it again and again, finding the spot that was driving Cass wild. It
wasn't exactly the same place as Tam or Steph. To Tim's surprise Cass' spot was
very close to the outside, making it easy for him to stimulate with his tongue.
This time when she came it was with a rush of wetness that Tim licked up just
as he would have swallowed for Bart or Kon or any male lover. It made Cass
whimper and start thrusting again as her arousal rose immediately. Another
orgasm came on the heels of the first, and then a third. Cass screamed on the
third orgasm, shoving his mouth away from her as she trembled, moaned and then
giggled breathlessly. Tim grinned at her, gently rubbing her hip until she
calmed enough to stare at him.
"Yes, I really like doing that," Tim said. "More?"
Cass blinked at him and then groaned. "Ruined."
"For other lovers?" Tim asked.
"For patrol!" Cass giggled. "More! Fingers?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim laughed.
He moved up enough that he could comfortably nuzzle and then bite her nipples
while slipping a finger inside. Cass bucked at him impatiently, making a noise
that he easily interpreted as more, now, or else. Two fingers made Cass
shudder, especially when Tim curled them up inside of her to stroke her G-spot.
"Ahhn!" Cass gasped.
"Mmm, nice?" Tim asked.
"Yes! More!"
Cass' fingers clamped onto his shoulders, demanding in all the best ways as he
stroked harder and faster. When he set his thumb on her clit and caressed that
as he stroked her G-spot Cass' eyes screwed shut and she started thrusting
against his hand. Tim grinned and matched her movements, adding to them to
slowly speed things up. It didn't take very long before Cass' arms started
shaking and her legs jittered like Bart on caffeine. He bit his lip as Cass'
breathing went to pants that ended in little explosive grunts.
She screamed when she finally came, bucking hard enough against Tim's hand that
he needed his strength and training to keep it there. Rather than stopping, Tim
kept on fingering her. The next round made her scream again and then sob as she
clutched his head to her breasts before she came in a rush of wet that meant
he'd be changing the sheets before either of them slept tonight.
"S-stop," Cass panted. "Ohhhh…"
"Good?" Tim asked as she panted and trembled and slowly calmed down.
"How?" Cass asked with wonder.
"Did I get good at this?" Tim asked. He laughed as Cass' nod. "Mostly Steph.
She was a very good instructor on what makes a girl happy in bed."
Cass blinked, blushed and then giggled while hugging Tim. They snuggled like
that for a while, long enough that Tim's erection went down a little bit.
Eventually Cass looked at him and kissed Tim so tenderly that he started
blushing and his cock woke back up. He stroked her breasts, eliciting a gasp
and moan from Cass who shuddered and then used her training to flip them over
so that she was straddling his hips with her hands on his shoulders.
"More?" Tim asked with a grin that Cass echoed.
"More," Cass declared.
She looked around, reaching into one of the bedside tables to pull out a condom
that Tim promptly applied. Cass watched him do it as if she was taking notes on
how one did it properly. For all he knew she probably was. Once that was taken
care of Cass shoved Tim back down and slid down onto him with a groan that Tim
echoed.
He wasn't at all surprised at how wet and ready she was. Cass seemed to be a
little surprised by it, if her mouth dropping open and her eyes going wide was
any indication. That surprise only lasted a moment though because in the next
moment she was rocking against Tim, dragging her hips so that her clit rubbed
against him with every stroke.
Tim rubbed her thighs and then ran his hands up her sides to play with her
breasts. They were bouncing a little bit, not as much as Steph's larger breasts
but still enough to make him want them down by his mouth so that he could lick
and bite, nip and suckle. Cass shook her head no, setting her hands on Tim's
shoulders so that he couldn't sit up and follow through on the urge. He
contented himself with pinching and teasing her nipples as Cass's movements
found the rhythm that had been so good with his fingers.
"Uh, uh, uh!" Cass grunted as she rocked on him.
He grinned as her legs clamped down around his hips at the same time that she
squeezed his cock. Tim resisted the urge to come as Cass came. She shuddered,
panted for a moment and then rocked even harder on him. Her movements were
harder, faster, easier this time. All of the noises she was making made him
groan. Pure instinct prompted him to slide his hands down to her hips, adding
an extra little bit of force to her movements that made Cass start crying out
with each movement.
"Now!" Cass shouted. She thumped his chest hard enough that Tim was pretty sure
he'd have a new bruise in the morning. "Now!"
"Oh yeah," Tim panted.
He set his feet and thrust up into her, meeting every one of Cass' thrusts with
a thrust of his own. It only took a handful of thrusts before Cass wailed and
left scratch marks down Tim's shoulders as she came. Her orgasm was hard enough
that Tim shuddered and came too, holding her in place until they were both
done.
She collapsed onto his chest, panting against his neck. Tim wrapped his arms
around Cass, rubbing her back and holding her until she stopped panting and
started giggling. He raised an eyebrow that Cass of course couldn't see.
Eventually she sighed and leaned on his chest so that she could grin down at
him.
"What's so funny?" Tim asked.
"Mmm, Steph told me," Cass admitted with another blush and giggle that made her
absolutely adorable.
"Ah, what to expect?" Tim asked.
"Uh-uh," Cass said. "Best sex ever. You."
Tim went beet red. Cass giggled again, poking Tim in the nose in that way that
he knew from past experience meant that he better not try and deny it. Every
time he'd tried to deny something that was accompanied by a Cass nose poke it
had meant that he'd ended up with a nearly broken nose.
"Um, thank you?" Tim said instead.
"No," Cass said as she leaned down and gave him a kiss that was equal parts
kiss, giggles and happy little squirms that promised another round in the not
too distant future. "Thank you!"
+++++
"Welcome," Barbara called from her monitor room. "Put the books over there,
please."
Tim peeked around the stack of books that she'd requested he bring from the
manor's library and followed her gesture towards a side table that was usually
covered in computer bits and bobs. It had been cleared off since his last
visit, giving him plenty of room to deposit the books that were making his arms
ache.
"What about lunch?" Tim asked.
"Mmm, over here," Babs said without looking at Tim.
She pointed to the long console table in front of her monitors with one hand,
continuing to work with the other one. Tim nodded and grabbed the spare chair
that she kept around for visitors before settling out the food that Alfred had
sent along with him. It didn't take long before Barbara's fingers slowed as her
focus shifted from the work she was still doing on the conspiracy's computers
to the food that Alfred had whipped up explicitly to tempt her into taking a
proper break.
"He's not subtle at all," Barbara said dryly once she sighed and stretched her
arms over her head.
"No," Tim agreed while taking a meat pie and one of the pecan tarts. "Alfred's
never exactly subtle about this sort of thing."
Tim took a bite of the pie and sighed happily enough that Barbara glared at
him. He shrugged, smirked and continued eating, making appreciative noises that
were entirely deserved as well as directly ordered by Alfred when Tim had left.
After a few moments Barbara rolled her eyes and took one of the pecan tarts.
"Dessert first," Barbara declared. She groaned at the taste of her tart. "The
man is evil."
"I brought eight of them," Tim said.
"You're evil."
"Quite," Tim agreed.
Barbara glared at him as Tim laughed and ate more of his lunch. The monitors
showed complicated programming that Tim could follow in general if not in full
detail. He had to wonder exactly what their opponents' goal had been. It
certainly hadn't seemed to be the standard 'take over the world' plot.
Everything that they'd seen was far too complicated for that.
They ate in silence, Barbara watching him read over the information displayed.
She had two pecan tarts, a meat pie and then several cups of the tea that
Alfred had sent in a thermos. Tim restrained himself to one of each as he'd had
a proper lunch before coming over.
"What were they after?" Tim asked eventually.
"I'm still trying to determine that," Barbara answered. She stared at the
monitors while slowly sipping her last cup of tea. "I suspect that there were
elements of the standard take over the world plot but they seemed to be far
more concerned with data acquisition and social control than with military
action."
"Then they'll have realized that we blocked them and come back again," Tim
sighed.
"Absolutely," Barbara agreed. "I have a much better idea of what to look for
now. And I think that with some help from the Fortress we might be able to
detect them when they come in system. Possibly. Either way, we do seem to have
a nice breather."
A notice popped up on the monitor closest to her. Barbara read it and then
laughed. It was the laugh that made him desperately glad that she wasn't a
villain, the one that was deep and dark, full of active enjoyment of minor
malice against those she didn't approve of. Tim shivered, licked his lips and
then cocked his head at Barbara.
"Damian?" Tim asked.
"Oh yes," Barbara said. She grinned as she typed something in reply to the
notice. "Lian's going to be absolutely unstoppable when she grows up. She's
having entirely too much fun with this little game."
"Is it a game?" Tim asked.
He had felt somewhat sorry for Damian in the last few days. Roy had been
bringing Lian to Gotham on a daily basis, which Damian had interpreted as more
of the gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) teasing about their 'baby romance'.
Honestly, Lian wasn't doing much more than a normal nine-year-old girl would do
when confronted with a boy who might like her. She teased him unmercifully,
giggled every time he came up and dismissed him from her mind as soon as he
left in a huff. Frankly, Damian was much more wound up about the whole thing
that Lian ever was.
"To Lian and the rest of us, yes," Barbara said. She nodded and sent the
message back. "I find it quite interesting how Damian's responding to it all
though. I can't decide if it's because he honestly is attracted to Lian or if
it's because he's so interested in Colin that the sheer thought of it is
sending him into a panic."
Tim spluttered and laughed despite Barbara raising an eyebrow at him. "I think
it's more because he's rather compulsive about his dignity than because of any
romantic feelings. He reads more like an asexual to me than anything else. I
could easily be wrong about that. He sublimates so much into his training that
it's hard to be sure."
"Really?" Barbara asked. She turned her wheelchair to study him.
"Yeah," Tim said thoughtfully. He considered it for a moment before nodding
once. "I'm not completely certain that he's actually asexual, as I said. It's
possible that Damian is sublimating everything even vaguely sexual into his
training and patrols, into the Mission. He was raised that way, after all.
However, Colin to me reads as though he's going to be heterosexual, other than
Damian. Lian reads as very bi to me. Most kids over the age of eight or so tend
to display some preference, if only in their teasing patterns. Damian…
doesn't."
"Odd that Damian doesn't display the same pattern." Barbara hummed at Tim's nod
and shrug. "To me he reads as almost perfectly bisexual but refusing to show
it."
"Well, currently he tends to respond with impatience to anything sexual so it
is hard to tell," Tim said. "I'm not around him constantly so I don't know for
sure whether his behavior differs at other times. My interactions with him do
tend to make me think that he wouldn't be able to hide it completely if he did
have some sort of reaction, though."
"He's definitely not subtle," Barbara chuckled. "Hmm. I'll have to factor that
into my advice to Lian."
He raised an eyebrow at Barbara who smiled her evil Oracle smile back at him.
Tim chuckled and shook his head at her. Whatever she was up to with the
manipulation Tim wasn't going to interfere. It would probably do Damian some
good to be confronted with this sort of thing from people who couldn't be
intimidated into backing off. He was going to have to deal with that sort of
interest when he grew into his status as Bruce Wayne's heir.
If it progressed much further though Tim would talk to Alfred so that things
didn't descend into bullying. No one, not even Damian, deserved that.
"Cass was happy this morning," Barbara commented.
"So was I," Tim replied. "Spending the night with Cass was… fun."
Tim watched Barbara watching him with a little smile on her lips. He had no
doubt that Barbara had taped the entire thing. Given the placement of the
camera in his bedroom she would have seen everything quite clearly. While Cass
had blushed violently and hid her face against his chest when Tim pointed out
the cam after their second round, Tim had no issues at all with her watching.
Voyeurism was definitely a kink he appreciated as an exhibitionist.
Barbara chuckled and called up the files of Tim with Cass, Tim with Steph, Tim
with Roy and Dick and Kon and Bart. He blushed and squirmed in his seat. To his
surprise, she didn't call up the recordings he assumed she'd made of Clark and
Bruce with Tim the other night.
"Was there a reason you chose that particular room for Clark and Bruce?"
Barbara asked in a tone that made him stare.
"You don't have it bugged?" Tim asked. "Barbara! How can you not have that room
bugged?"
She blinked and then burst out laughing. "You thought it was bugged!"
"I thought you had every room in the manor bugged, frankly," Tim said with an
annoyed little huff. "Darn. I was hoping to get to watch them again someday."
"Well, you certainly will if they invite you back in as they plan," Barbara
said while pulling up footage of Clark and Bruce snuggling together in Bruce's
bed.
It was obviously a post-coital cuddle, which made Tim sigh because truly, the
two of them had been overwhelming. Seeing more of that would have been
wonderful. Barbara smirked but she didn't pull up anything other than what was
already displayed. Tim made a face and squirmed again.
"I actually intend to turn them down," Tim admitted. He snorted at the way her
eyebrow went up in surprise. "They're rather overwhelming and I felt
simultaneously extraneous and like I was drowning. It's… I truly don't intend
to do that again."
Barbara's little hum was so disbelieving that Tim blushed and stared at the
monitors again. Even when they were just cuddling Bruce and Clark had a sort of
connection that made Tim uncomfortably aroused and vaguely wistful. The
wistfulness made him frown and examine his own motivations rather more closely
than he normally did for sexual matters.
Their connection spoke of a truly dedicated relationship that would supersede
all other relationships in their lives. Clark's relationship with Lois Lane was
casual enough that Tim wondered sometimes if they were merely friends with
occasional benefits. Bruce, on the other hand, had always resisted any sort of
long-term relationship. Yet there they were cuddled together as if they wanted
nothing more than that for the rest of their lives.
"That's a rather intense frown," Barbara commented.
"Hmm, just pondering my own motives," Tim replied. "They're fundamentally
monogamous, Barbara. I'm absolutely polyamorous. That's not a good fit, no
matter how fond I am of them or they are of me."
"Is that what's bothering you about them?" Barbara asked.
"I think that perhaps it is," Tim said. "In all of my relationships I maintain
a sort of independence, no matter what I do with people. I love them all dearly
but I would never choose to be with only one of them for the rest of our lives.
The thought is actually quite uncomfortable. Unnatural… It feels unnatural. The
closest that I could come to that is Kon and I already know that neither of us
will be exclusive. And yet when I'm around Bruce and Clark I can see the appeal
of it. It's strange."
She nodded slowly while staring at them too. "Very few heroes are truly
monogamous. I do tend to agree with you that Clark and Bruce appear to be on
their way to becoming one of those pairs. At the very least, I think that the
only person that they agree on is you."
Tim's cheeks went blazingly red which made Barbara laugh approvingly. He waved
a hand at her which she ignored in favor of watching the monitors while
grinning. It was times like this that made Tim all too aware of Barbara's basic
sadism. As interesting as Dick had always found her, Tim didn't think that he'd
ever want to play with her. She made him nervous in all the wrong ways for it
to be an enjoyable experience.
"Yes, well, I may reconsider that at a later date," Tim said once he had his
voice back under control. "But it will be very rare if it does happen. Would
you like me to put a camera in that sitting room?"
"What is the appeal?" Barbara asked.
She frowned forbiddingly at Tim's surprised stare. He didn't let it stop him
from blinking at her with obvious surprise.
"You haven't sat on that couch?" Tim asked. "You really do have to visit and
check it out, Barbara. I already commissioned a chaise by the same craftsman.
It's sinfully comfortable. Truly, I'd have my bed made that way if I could. I
suspect that once I have the chaise I'll have a hard time getting people to get
out of it."
Barbara laughed. "All right, I'll have to stop by just to check out the wonder
couch. It's truly better than your special couch?"
"Mmm, it's perfect," Tim sighed happily. "Exactly the right support, perfect
softness, and wide enough for an actual orgy with the chaise section. As we
proved despite the lack of cameras to capture it. I still can't believe you
didn't get that. I was looking forward to bribing you for copies of the
footage."
This time Barbara's laugh was a belly laugh that echoed through the room. Tim
grinned at her and began clearing off their lunch at Barbara's wave. By the
time he'd carefully put the pecan tarts into the fridge and returned to her
side there was nothing but work on the monitors. He'd hoped to distract her for
longer but an hour for lunch was relatively good all things considered.
Tim came over and stood behind Barbara for a long moment before beginning to
massage her shoulders. She groaned and let her hands fall away from the
keyboard. Her shoulders were tight, which was not a surprise at all given how
hard she'd been working. The tension in her neck made Tim's head hurt. Barbara
let him work on her for a while before tipping her head back to glare at him.
The glare lacked quite a bit of fire.
"You've been ordered to make me rest, haven't you?" Barbara asked.
"Very much so," Tim said. He transferred his attentions to her forehead,
massaging away the tension there.
"There's too much to do," Barbara protested in an almost sleepy tone of voice.
"There always is," Tim agreed. "When are your days off, Barbara? I know that
Oracle never sleeps but you have programs to watch over us. When do you get
your down time?"
She grumbled at him but didn't bat his fingers away. Instead she took off her
glasses and let him work on her cheeks. By the time he was working his way back
up and over her scalp and then down her neck Barbara was much more relaxed. In
fact, she was so relaxed that he suspected that he might have accomplished his
goal.
"I don't need you to take care of me," Barbara sighed.
"No, but you're still someone I care about, in a very nonsexual way, thank you
very much," Tim said when she opened one very bright and curious green eye. "I
want you to be happy too."
"Thank you," Barbara said.
She put on hand on top of Tim's, stilling his ministrations. They stayed that
way for long enough that Tim wondered if Barbara had dozed off. Eventually she
sighed and straightened up. Instead of getting back to work Barbara started a
series of programs to monitor Gotham and then pushed back from the console.
"You win," Barbara said. "I'll go take a nap. Tell Alfred not to send someone
else to pester me. I'll ping him when I come back on line."
Tim smirked and nodded. "I'll let him know. Sleep well. We can manage for a few
hours."
Barbara snorted at that, which Tim supposed was quite justified given how often
they called her for information or analysis. She let him give her a hug before
he left. Alfred had all but ordered Tim to watch to make sure that Barbara did
get some sleep but he wasn't brave enough to stay when she firmly showed him to
the door. Once he was back out on the street he called Alfred on his cell
phone.
"Mission accomplished, Alfred," Tim said.
"Excellent, Master Timothy," Alfred said in his most British tone. "If you're
amenable, I would appreciate it if you would pick a few things up for me while
you're out."
"I'd be glad to Alfred," Tim said. "What did you need?"
The list that Alfred gave him was long enough that he was grateful that he'd
borrowed one of the cars for the visit. Groceries were simple enough to get but
riding his Ducati while carrying ammunition always made him nervous. The
bottles of wine and rubbing alcohol certainly needed more gentle care than they
would have gotten otherwise and Tim wasn't at all certain he wanted to know
what Alfred needed that much petroleum jelly for, especially when he could hear
Damian's snarky voice making demands in the background.
"Give me a couple of hours," Tim said. "Anything else?"
"No, that should nicely cover things, Master Timothy," Alfred replied. "Do have
a care and separate the food items from the other items."
"I will," Tim promised. "Try and keep Damian from killing Lian while I'm gone."
Alfred sighed his long-suffering sigh that every single one of the Robins had
gotten at one point or another. They said their goodbyes as Tim reached his
car. It would take a couple of hours to get everything for Alfred but that was
all right. He should be done well before patrol.
As Tim drove to the first stop, the shop that was holding the wine that Alfred
had ordered, Tim realized that the only ones that Alfred asked to do errands
like this were him and Dick. He thought that Jason had joined Alfred on his
shopping trips back before his death and resurrection but it hadn't happened
since then.
'It's a sort of service,' Tim thought as he crossed town. 'Not all that
different from how I operated with Bruce and Clark, I suppose.'
He chuckled and shook his head no. Not everything in the world revolved around
sex, no matter how it seemed to Tim lately. Sometimes it was just doing a favor
for someone you cared about, nothing more. Tim smiled and turned on the radio.
In a few moments he was humming along with the radio and pondering actually
singing with it. There was no one to hear it if he did so after making a
difficult left turn against entirely too impatient of on-coming traffic, Tim
did start singing purely for the joy of being alive.
+++++
Tim grunted as his line caught and abruptly swung him towards the next
building. The shift of direction came with a moderately painful series of new
bruises and a mildly wrenched shoulder but it also sent his pursuer slamming
into a brick wall at full speed, which made it okay. Below him Bart finally
managed to subdue his pair of speedsters and overhead Cassie and Kon did
something together that resulted in an explosion and their opponent falling out
of the sky. He only fell a few yards before Kon caught him by the ankle and
lowered him down to the ground.
By the time Tim made it back down to the ground Kiran and Gar had all their
fallen foes transferred over to the proper authorities. They spent a good two
hours helping with the cleanup. For once the cleanup was rubble, glass and
worried people instead various sticky and smelly substances that Tim would
prefer never to encounter again as he couldn't forget them even if he tried.
When Cassie finally ordered them all back to the Tower, it was a huge relief.
The weekend so far had been entirely too busy but having finally collared their
opponents Tim had some hope that things would calm down.
"I will take monitor duty tonight," Raven offered once they'd all eaten.
Fortunately the mission had been one of the 'clean' ones that didn't required
decontamination, immediate showers or even washing up before food.
"You don't have to," Gar immediately said even though Cassie and Bart both
glared at him.
Raven smiled and shrugged. "It is my turn, Garfield."
He continued to make noises as if Raven shouldn't take her turn at the
monitors. Gar's objections probably had more to do with his determinedly
patient romancing of Raven than any real objection but Tim still thought that
he was taking advantage of Kiran's fondness for monitor duty. Raven left with
Gar on her heels, which made Kiran look at the rest of them and giggle. Kiran
bounced to her feet and waved goodbye as she headed for the door. Tim blinked
at her, surprised at her sudden departure, at least until Bart appeared in his
lap for a kiss that rocked Tim back and then made him shiver with arousal.
"I'm heading to bed," Kiran said from the door with an amused giggle. "You guys
have fun now. Just, you know, not right here, please. Or if it is here, please
clean up after yourselves. I really don't need to see that since I appear to be
the actual virgin on the team and am quite happy to keep it that way."
Tim would have waved goodbye to her but Bart caught his wrists and restrained
him. The kiss went on. And on. And on for long enough that Tim was light-
headed, hard as a rock and whimpering when Bart finally let go of his mouth
with an audible pop. Bart grinned at Tim, finally letting his wrists go. The
kiss had to have seemed decades long to Bart but he looked quite happy about
that rather than impatient.
"Oh man, I need one of tho--" Kon started to say before Bart zipped into his
lap and kissed him just as hard, just as seriously, and for just as long.
Cassie grumbled while staring at the refrigerator as if she wanted to punch it.
Rose, on the other hand, watched Bart and Kon for a moment before turning to
Tim with a predatory enough expression that he shivered. Tim licked his lips
and cocked his head at her in a silent question that made her grin even more
widely.
"So, I heard from a reliable source that you have an Exception List to the No
Heroes Rule," Rose said as she leaned her chin on her hand. "I was wondering if
applications for the list are open to anyone who might be interested."
Tim laughed a little breathlessly. "That depends. Are you interested?"
"I thought you didn't do girls," Cassie said with enough surprised hope that
Tim couldn't help but grinning at her.
He stood up, went around the table to her side and then bent over to kiss her
the way he'd wanted to ever since the first time they'd sparred together. Back
then it had seemed like a stupid idea, and later an even worse idea given her
relationship with Kon, but the way she had reacted to him lately made him
fairly certain that she'd only held back because she wasn't sure she'd be
welcome. Cassie made a startled noise but kissed him back enthusiastically
enough that Tim ended up straddling her thighs as he nibbled on her bottom lip
and played with her hair.
"Nice," Rose purred.
"What?" Bart asked. "Heynofair! Wedidn'tgettoseeitall!"
"Oh dude, that's like the hottest thing ever," Kon groaned. "You're live
fucking porn, Tim! Do you have any idea how many fantasies you're fulfilling
right now?"
Cassie started laughing against Tim's lips. She pushed him away while licking
her lips so that she could tilt her head to stare around Tim at Bart who was
still sitting on Kon's lap. Bart was petting Kon's hair like he was an
oversized puppy who needed love. To Tim it looked like Kon didn't mind that at
all, as long as he got to watch Tim with the girls.
"Mmm, so is she on the Exception List?" Rose asked hopefully.
"I think Cassie would have gotten in simply because of all of Kon's fantasies,"
Tim said. "Far be it from me to deny him the things he needs. But yes, she
certainly is. Did you want an audition too?"
"C'mere," Rose said.
She crooked a finger invitingly at Tim. Rather than go straight over Tim raised
an eyebrow and perched on the table between her and Cassie. Rose growled as she
stood and then pushed her way between his thighs. Her sword banged against
Tim's knee as she grabbed his cheeks to hold him still as she kissed him just
as dominantly as Bart did. Where Cassie's kiss had been surprised and pepperoni
flavored, Rose's was full of bites and the taste of her cola. Tim wrapped his
hands around Rose's waist, playing with the sword belt slung around her hips.
"Oh fuck, don't do that!" Rose groaned.
"What? You mean this?" Tim asked as he ran his fingers between the belt and her
hip again.
"Kiran asked us not to do that here," Rose said in the 'I'm going to explain
this once and you'd better listen or there will be stabby things happening'
voice. "If you do that then we're going to horrify her."
"IvoteforTim'sbedroom!" Bart cheered. "He'sgotthebesttoys!"
"Dude, totally agreed on that," Kon said. "Not to mention that his bed is
bigger than everyone else's bed."
"Are we seriously about to have an Everybody Pile on Tim orgy like the ones
that Donna used to say happened to Dick?" Cassie asked.
Tim blinked at her before grinning so widely that his cheeks hurt. "I certainly
hope so. From what I've heard those are a lot of fun. I've never been part of
an orgy before."
Cassie spluttered a laugh but she shrugged as if giving up her objections. That
prompted a general exodus towards Tim's room though it went much more slowly
than normal because Tim couldn't go more than three steps without one of the
others claiming a kiss from him. Kon and Cassie were gentle, probably because
of their strength. Rose used her nails against his sides and neck like they
were tiny blades. She laughed into his mouth every time he whimpered and
moaned. Bart claimed kisses from everyone, even Rose who pushed him away after
the third one with a grumble about him not being as much fun to kiss as Tim
that Bart completely agreed with.
By the time they made it to his room Tim's lips felt bruised and he wanted out
of his suit in the worst way possible. He disarmed his suit, took off the belts
and then Bart was there to speed him out of his clothes while Kon and Cassie
kissed and fondled each other out of their clothes and Rose slowly stripped.
She watched Bart kiss Tim while pushing him back onto the bed with that same
predatory look that reminded Tim so much of Jason.
"No, no knives tonight," Tim panted once Bart let him catch a breath of air.
"Ooo, that means that there could be a night with knives," Rose said. She
pounced on him despite Bart's ferocious frown.
"None of the others like knife play," Tim said. He shuddered from the feeling
of Rose's rounded form on one side and Bart's lean body pressed against the
other. "I think it would kill the mood. But yeah, another time."
"That's so creepy," Cassie muttered from her spot in Kon's lap at the foot of
the bed.
"Eh, he likes it," Kon said with a shrug that made Cassie's breasts bob. He was
busily playing with her nipples while nibbling her neck. "I don't get it but it
makes Tim happy."
Bart grumbled and glared at Tim and Rose. They both raised an eyebrow at him.
He sighed and then wrapped himself around Tim as if to protect him from
anything that might hurt him, still making little grumbles that were too fast
to make sense of. Rose listened for a moment before poking Bart in the
shoulder.
"What?" Rose asked. "What's the big deal?"
"Hedoesn'thealfastenough," Bart complained.
"Bart, I wouldn't want to heal quickly from that sort of thing," Tim laughed
while scratching his nails up Bart's neck and into his hair. Bart sighed and
rubbed his head against Tim's hand like a kitten demanding a scratch. "I like
the marks to last. That way I can touch them later on and… remember being with
the person who gave them to me."
Everyone else stopped and looked at Tim. Rose had her archest expression on,
the one that made her look unbearably like Slade Wilson when he was getting
ready to kill someone for the pure fun of it. Bart's mouth was working as his
thoughts ran too fast for him to get words out. Kon nodded, eyes tracing Tim's
body for the remnants of his last few lovers. It was Cassie who actually
managed to say something.
"Wait a minute. Does that mean that when we're in a meeting and you start
rubbing your wrists or stroking a spot on your neck you're actually fantasizing
about sex?" Cassie asked.
"Mmm, more or less, yes," Tim admitted. He blushed at Bart's thoroughly
incoherent noise and Cassie's squawk of outrage. "Not always. Sometimes I'm
trying to massage a sore spot so that it will let me concentrate on what I'm
doing. Depends on how boring the meeting is."
He squawked as Cassie dove into the pile on him to blow a raspberry on his
stomach. Rose and Bart held Tim down while Cassie tickled him. It started as
tickles but pretty soon she was kissing and stroking him while holding his legs
down. Tim couldn't help but moan and whimper for that since he was entirely
restrained at the moment between Cassie, Rose and Bart. Cassie started kissing
her way down his body to his cock after a little nudge that came simultaneously
from Bart and Rose. At the same time, Kon came around to kiss Tim and pet his
cheek. Bart used that as an excuse to play with Kon's ass while Rose played
with Tim's nipples.
Tim had one free hand for a moment but then Kon's TTK held his wrist, keeping
him from doing anything besides submitting to what they were all giving him. He
kissed Kon with every bit of the desperation he felt. Cassie was entirely too
good at blow jobs. Her strength meant that he couldn't even twitch in response
to her ministrations. Add that to Rose biting his nipples and leaving hickies
over his chest and Tim was very rapidly fighting against an orgasm.
"Cassie, condoms!" Bart said.
He tossed some to her, which made Rose crow and Cassie back off a little. Tim
had a moment to gasp for breath when Kon shouted at Bart starting to fuck him
right next to Tim. Rose got the condom onto Tim and claimed his cock as Cassie
moved up to kiss Kon who was whimpering and moaning from Bart's high speed
fucking.
"You really like this," Cassie whispered.
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah," Kon moaned. "God, Cassie, so fast, so hard, feels so
good."
"Looks good too," Rose said.
She started grinding against Tim as she took what she wanted from him. To him
it looked like she'd been waiting to do that for entirely too long and anyone
who got in her way was going to regret it. Not that he minded in the slightest.
He grinned at her but slid a hand between Cassie's legs rather than focusing on
Rose's movements and startlingly firm squeezes.
"Oh!" Cassie gasped. She stared at Tim who raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Let him eat you out," Kon panted, pushing her towards Tim's face. "S-
seriously, you want to."
"Oh really?" Cassie asked.
"I have to admit I've fantasized about it for ages," Tim said. He deliberately
rocked his hips while licking his lips. Rose gasped and thumped his chest as
she abruptly came.
Cassie looked at Kon, at Rose and then at Bart who nodded while grinning at
her. After a second she moved to cautiously straddle Tim's face, fulfilling one
of his fantasies, though honestly he'd thought that it would be Steph and Cass
who did this with him first. Tim couldn't hold back his moan of excitement,
which seemed to help Cassie relax.
She was wet and ready for his tongue, just as wet as Rose was on his cock. It
was hard to tell what the others were doing as he rocked up into Rose while
doing his best to give Cassie the best oral sex she'd ever had but Tim thought
that Bart and Kon came not too long after that. He could hear them off on the
side comparing opinions on how Tim could keep his concentration that way and
how many sex dreams they were going have about this night.
It didn't take long before he could feel Rose and Cassie leaning into each
other to kiss and fondle each other. He whimpered and licked Cassie deeper,
harder. Barbara had better be taping this because Tim desperately wanted to
know what that looked like, what it sounded like. From the sound of Kon's
whimpers, Bart had started in on him again. It didn't take terribly long before
Rose came again. Cassie gasped and then came too.
Tim didn't let her hips go, didn't stop eating her out. Rose moved off,
replaced the condom with a fresh one and then someone else climbed on? Kon? He
moaned as he realized that it was Kon, riding Tim while kissing and loving on
his girlfriend.
The sheer thought of that made Tim's brain go away into a rush of pleasure and
want and need that he usually only got from heavy duty BDSM. Kon's TTK ghosted
over Tim's body, encouraging him to suck and lick and rock up into Kon as they
both made desperate noises that made Tim wish for a spare set of eyes just so
that he could see it all.
Cassie came so hard that Tim spluttered for a moment. She collapsed of to his
side, panting and laughing breathlessly. It took a couple of seconds for Tim to
thrust hard into Kon and come so explosively that his vision whited out. He
could feel Kon clamping down at the same time, coming just as hard as Tim did.
Kon flopped by Tim's side. He pulled Cassie into his arms to snuggle her with a
blissful expression that made Tim smile at them both.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen," Rose said.
"You didn't see Cassie and you kissing," Bart disagreed.
"I didn't see any of it," Tim complained even though he really wasn't
complaining that much about it.
"Heh, Dude, I know Oracle's got this place bugged," Kon snickered. "You just
gotta pay the right tithe and you'll see it all."
Tim laughed at that as he stretched before pulling off the condom. Rose settled
next to him and Bart pushed Tim's legs apart so that he could sit between them.
To his amusement, Bart gave him a bottle of water with a commanding enough look
that it was obvious that Tim better drink it. There were more water bottles for
Kon and Cassie, who looked like she was delighted to have hers.
"This isn't a one-time thing, is it?" Rose asked once she finished her bottle
of water.
"I certainly hope not," Tim huffed. "That was fun but there are a million more
things I'd like to do."
"Such as?" Cassie asked.
"Hmm, we need to have me in Kon while he fucks you," Tim said thoughtfully.
"I'd love to see what Rose would do with a strap on. I need to see you with
Rose. I think my life might depend on that."
"It was so hot," Kon groaned.
"Yeah," Bart agreed in a dreamy tone of voice.
He started stroking Tim's thigh in an unmistakably interested way. Tim smiled
at him and deliberately pulled one leg up towards his chest so that Bart had
better access. Rose grinned and caught his knee, pulling his leg straight so
that she could hold onto his ankle while Bart lubed him up and stretched him
out. The pose was much like a continuing high kick but Rose's grip made keeping
the pose quite easy.
"Um, how long can he keep going?" Cassie asked Kon.
"Hours," Kon groaned. "Seriously, he can keep going for ever, especially when
he's with a girl."
"G-girls are fun th-that way," Tim panted.
"Your tongue's not worn out?" Rose asked with her version of a dominant look.
"Order me to do it," Tim told her. "Both of you. Make me do what you want."
Rose looked at him with one eyebrow raised. Her lips were twitching with
amusement, possibly because he was asking for her to dominate him but maybe
because Bart's fingers had gone from stretching Tim out to fucking him hard and
fast enough that Tim wasn't sure if he'd be able to answer if someone asked him
a question. She laughed and shook her head at him.
"Okay, fine by me," Rose said.
"Little weird to me," Cassie mumbled.
"Babe, think about who trained him," Kon said with a little snort of amusement.
"He's just designed to want orders in there somewhere."
"Oh, well, that makes total sense," Cassie replied.
Tim laughed breathlessly. That seemed to prompt Rose to catch his chin so that
she could refocus his attention on her. Bart moaned while tearing a condom
open. By Tim's side Cassie was stroking Kon's cock with her eyes locked on Tim.
He licked his lips at Rose who grinned at him.
"You're going to lick me until I say stop," Rose told him as she let his leg
go. "On your belly so that Bart has good access to you."
"Yes ma'am," Tim said.
He rolled over as ordered, gasping because Bart immediately grasped his hips
and thrust into Tim's ass hard and deep without warning. Tim moaned. Rose's
hands guided his head between her legs while Bart held his hips and slowly
rocked inside of Tim. As he started licking Rose's clit Tim wondered if Dick
had enjoyed his orgies as much as Tim was. He'd have to ask once he got back to
Gotham. One way or the other, Tim didn't think that he'd ever been more
grateful that he'd reconsidered the No Heroes rule.
The End
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