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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Colin_Wilkes, Damian_Wayne/Colin_Wilkes, Dick_Grayson/Damian
      Wayne, Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne/Colin_Wilkes
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Colin_Wilkes, Damian_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Oral, Anal, Phone_Sex, Dick_has_an_obsession_with_his_boys_wearing
      Nightwing_stuff, Threesome_-_M/M/M, of_sorts_I_guess, Dirty_Talk, I_have
      an_obsession_with_knee_socks_and_that_is_being_thrust_upon_Dick, put
      everyone_in_knee_socks
  Series:
      Part 2 of If_Neverland_had_a_Key,_It'd_be_Your_Smile
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-25 Words: 3502
****** The Same Way I Think of You ******
by TimmyJaybird
Summary
     “A little bird told me you might like it,” Colin admitted, hands
     rubbing gently along Dick’s chest. “Do you?”
Notes
     An Anon asked: "Hi! I don't really know how to start this so I'm just
     gonna kinda go for it, that being said! We know Dick likes seeing
     Dami in a Nightwing shirt but what if Colin wears one? Does he have
     the same reaction? Is it kinda different?"
     I've wanted to write more DickDamiColi since I finished the first
     fic. And I have such a weakness for Dick being utterly broken for
     Damian wearing Nightwing stuff- it stands he should be just as broken
     for Colin wearing it, as well.
     This is skipping a decent ways into the story line, where Colin has
     been living with Dick for a while, and he's turned 18. It's only
     marked as "underage" because Damian is probably still 17, but it's
     never once referenced.
     (Don't worry, I plan to one day, if everything goes right, write
     about Colin actually moving in and that adjustment period.)
Dick let himself into the apartment, closing the door with his foot behind him
and heading straight for his kitchen, setting the plastic bags he was holding
down on the table.
“Colin?” he called, “You still here?” He listened for a minute, before he heard
rustling- sounded like it was coming from the couch, before,
“Yeah, you want help?” Dick heard his muffled footsteps, was facing away from
the doorway, shoving a box of cereal up into one of the cupboards when he heard
him pausing.
“Have you heard from Damian yet?” Dick asked, not turning around as he shoved
another box up next to it. “I think I’ve gotten like, three texts. Which is
weird.” Dick closed the cupboard, turning around, “I hope he’s-“
Dick’s words cut off when he caught sight of Colin. The teen had a hip popped
against the kitchen table, arms loosely folded over his chest, just watching
Dick. He was half dressed, and Dick dared to let his gaze drop down over the
curve of his hip, to the edge of his black boxer briefs, his freckled thighs-
Those boxer briefs had a bright blue strip down each side- and Dick realized
Colin’s socks were black, had a little blue ring up towards the tops, all the
way towards his knees-
But what was catching him more, when he let his eyes pull back up, was the fact
that the black tshirt had a blatant blue Nightwing symbol on the chest.
Dick thought it may have only been a second, two, but Colin was suddenly
smirking. “You okay?” he asked, and Dick didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t
dare move, for a moment- before he was crossing the small space, sliding his
hands down Colin’s sides to grasp at his hips, tugging him in closer. Colin
unfolded his arms, pressed his hands flat to Dick’s chest, glancing up at him.
“Where did you-“
“A little bird told me you might like it,” Colin admitted, hands rubbing gently
along Dick’s chest. “Do you?”
Dick opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut. His fingers tightened on
Colin’s hips, before he was leaning in, pressing his mouth against his
boyfriend’s. Colin sighed into it, leaning up to press back, fingers flexing
against Dick’s shirt. He hooked one of his legs back over Dick’s calves,
grinding his hips forward- and the moment he did Dick was groaning into his
mouth, turning them and shoving him against the table, boxing him in.
Colin gave a little sound, startled, before Dick pulled from his mouth, bent
his head and lapped at his neck, over his pulse. The redhead shivered, hands
moving up over Dick’s shoulders, clutching at him, as Dick rocked their hips
together- and it was obvious, despite his jeans, that Dick completely approved
of Colin’s attire.
“I love it,” Dick finally breathed, tugging on Colin’s earlobe with his teeth.
“Fuck, you might kill me.”
Colin laughed over that, tilting his head back as Dick moved back towards his
throat. “I can think of someone who would be very pissed at me over that.”
Dick chuckled, along his throat, before he was lifting Colin, settling him on
the table, pushing him down onto his back. Colin didn’t fight back, moaning
quietly when Dick’s hands rubbed along his thighs, squeezed. He thought to
point out that the living room, let alone the bedroom, were all of thirty
seconds away- but forgot to entirely when one of Dick’s hands slid up under his
tshirt, thumb rubbing circles over one nipple. Colin’s breath caught in his
throat, and he closed his eyes, as Dick’s other hand moved to palm his
erection, causing Colin’s hips to push up.
Yeah, forget the couch, the bed. The table would be just fine.
“Dick,” Colin gasped, as his tshirt was pushed up and Dick slid down his body,
kissing along his abdomen, nipping at the sensitive flesh by his navel. Colin
let his eyelids flutter, and Dick chuckled, lapping at the spot before nipping
at it gently.
“You’re so sensitive here,” he teased, lips sliding lower, pausing at the
waistband of his underwear. Colin gave a tiny whine, and Dick turned, kissed at
his hip, tongue flicking against a few freckles that dusted the perfect curve.
Colin moaned again, this time a distortion of Dick’s name, and the older man
shivered, turning to rub his cheek against his clothed cock. Colin gasped, head
tipping back, as Dick mouthed at it, before sucking on the head gently, through
his underwear.
“And y-you think I’m going to kill you,” Colin managed, even as his mind went
hazy. All he could focus on were Dick’s kisses, that mouth that kept teasing
him- how badly he wanted to be stripped completely.
Dick chuckled, finally grasping at the waistband of his underwear, tugging them
down. Dick stepped back enough to guide them completely off Colin’s legs,
discarding them on the floor. He ran his hands up along the length of his legs
as he returned, thinking he was definitely going to leave those socks on.
“I’ll just have to bring you back to life,” Dick teased, nipping at Colin’s
thigh. He wanted to pause and flick his tongue against every freckle he found-
but he was aching, he wanted to have this boy screaming for him-
Maybe, when this was over, he’d have to evaluate just how much it affected him
to see his boyfriend in his colors.
“I think the same person would be upset if you were dead, too,” Dick offered,
laughing, and Colin grinned.
“Little prince calls the shots,” he offered, and Dick grinned up at him.
“That he does.” He reached up, wrapped his hand around Colin’s cock, stroking
up slowly- watching as his hips pushed off the table, chasing Dick’s hand.
“He’s going to be so upset he missed this.” He traced his tongue around the
head, watched as Colin shuddered. “But maybe he’ll hear you, all the way at the
Manor.”
Colin choked, before Dick offered one final grin, then opened his mouth,
sliding half way down Colin’s cock. The younger man gasped, arching as he tried
to push deeper, felt Dick squeeze the base of his cocks. He groaned, squeezed
his eyes shut, as Dick moved in a way that was utter sin, his tongue hot and
heavy running along the underside of Colin’s cock, his hand keeping perfect
time with each bob of his head, so it was endless, seamless-
Divine.
Colin’s hands scrambled along the smooth table, missing the feeling of being
able to clutch at the sheets, tug at them. He felt almost delirious- couldn’t
exactly trace the path of time that had gotten him from the couch, to the
kitchen, to the table. Felt as if he just suddenly was, as if everything had
jerked forward and thrust him down on it, to the point in time where Dick was
swallowing him-
Completely now, Dick’s hand having moved, his nose pressing into the ginger
curls at the base of Colin’s cock. Colin gasped, head tipping back, a rather
loud thump as he hit the back of it and didn’t care.
“Dick,” he gasped, as he did it again, “fuck, do you want me to come already?”
Dick chuckled, and it was sinful, the way his mouth vibrated, before he pulled
off, his hand taking over.
“Yeah,” he admitted, looking wicked with his lips turning cherry red, soon to
be slightly swollen. “I do, pretty boy.” He leaned down, lapped at the precum
beading along the head of Colin’s cock. “The sooner you come now, the sooner I
can make you do it again.”
Colin shuddered, a whimpered Dick, which only had Dick grinning.
“You wore my colors boy,” he offered, his voice husky, “You’re mine.” Colin
shivered, first over the boy, then whimpered over the mine, as Dick was
swallowing him down again, relentless until Colin was thrusting up into his
mouth, arching his back off the table-
Crying out his name, loudly, when he let himself completely fall over the edge,
his belly going tight as he shot over Dick’s tongue. His lover squeezed his
thighs, swallowing around him once, before letting Colin ride it out. Only when
the redhead had let his back fall back against the table did Dick pull off,
licking his lips. Colin was panting, gave a little cry as Dick reached up,
managed to pull him up, holding him steady as he kissed him, his tongue pushing
past Colin’s lips. He was bitter, but Colin loved it, wrapping his arms around
his shoulders to clinging to him, sucking on his tongue, letting his own slide
along Dick’s.
Dick straightened up, until he was leaning over Colin, pulled away only to
stare at him for a moment, his eyes blown, staring at Colin like he was made of
gold. The redhead shivered, before Dick was tugging him off the table- holding
him steady as Colin leaned against him, his legs feeling weak for a moment.
“Gonna let me return the favor?” Colin whispered, as Dick wrapped a hand around
his wrist, tugging him away from the kitchen, into the living room.
“Want to?” Dick asked, dropping down on the couch. Colin grinned, made a point
of tugging the tshirt off over his head- and while Dick was sad to see it go,
it was well out weighed by the fact that he wanted to bite every inch of
Colin’s pale chest, suck bruises into him that stood out like black ink.
“When do I not want to blow you?” Colin asked, dropping down and gripping at
Dick’s thighs. He smiled up at him, looking almost sweet, as he worked the
button on his jeans open.
“Devil,” Dick breathed, as Colin tugged the zipper down.
“Rather the devil you know,” Colin offered, wasting no time in pulling Dick
free of his underwear. He smirked, stroking up along his cock, slowly, pausing
to tease his slit with his thumb. “Besides, I’d be no fun if I was good.” Dick
laughed, breathy, as Colin’s tongue traced down his cock, before moving back up
it.
He was opening his mouth, sucking gently on the head when his phone started
vibrating, cast off on the coffee table. Neither paid much attention to it,
until the moment it stopped, Dick’s began to buzz in his pocket- this time,
accompanied by a ring tone that had Colin pulling off, smirking- one he knew.
Damian.
“Probably should answer,” Colin offered, dragging his tongue along the
underside of Dick’s cockhead. “Little prince doesn’t like being ignored.”
Dick stared down at him for a minute, felt his stomach clenching over the
wicked gleam in Colin’s eyes. His hand was trembling as he pulled his phone
from his pocket, managed to unlock it and hold it against his ear.
“Dami-“
“-tt- You’d best be fucking him if he didn’t answer.” Dick gasped- partially
over Damian’s directness, partially over the fact that Colin chose that moment
to suckhalf of his cock into his mouth, his hand pressed against his lips,
covering the rest of him. Dick heard Damian chuckle. “He’s got you in his
mouth, doesn’t he?”
“Damian,” Dick gasped, heard the teen click his tongue again.
“Speaker, Grayson. Now.” Dick lowered his phone, hit the button, groaning low
as Colin moved slowly. “You shouldn’t say my name when I’m not there, beloved,”
Damian pointed out, and Colin pulled off Dick’s cock, pressing open mouth
kisses around the head. “How is he, Colin?”
“Good,” the redhead breathed, “Wish you were here, Dami. You were right.”
Dick groaned, reaching his free hand up to rake back through his hair. “Did you
give him the idea to wear all this, Damian?”
Damian chuckled, and Dick could just tell from his voice that he was grinning.
“Perhaps. Are you complaining?” Dick said nothing, before he leaned over,
gripping Colin’s chin with his free hand and guiding him up to kiss him. He
knew Damian could hear the sounds of their mouths sliding together by the small
breath he released- by the way that he stayed quiet.
“I still want to fuck you,” Dick mumbled against Colin’s lips, and the redhead
was grinning, standing up and hurrying towards the bedroom. Dick leaned back,
watching him go, before, “You gave him knee socks, Damian.”
“I have a pair as well.” Dick whined, tipping his head back.
“Death of me.” Damian laughed.
“I know you enjoy having your...mark plastered all over us.” Dick heard Damian
shifting. “Perhaps I’m wearing that Nightwing hoodie you caught me in a week
ago.”
Dick arched his brows. “Yeah?”
“Perhaps that and nothing else.”
Oh, this was just getting better and better.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Dick muttered.
“I want to hear you fuck him,” Damian offered, as Colin walked back into the
room, heading directly for Dick and crawling into his lap, offering up the
bottle of lube he grabbed.
“No arguments there,” Dick offered, popping the bottle open. He’d abandoned his
phone to the arm of the couch. Once his fingers were slick, he slid his hand
down between Colin’s thighs, tracing them around his hole. Colin sighed,
bracing his hands against Dick’s shoulders, squeezing gently when Dick eased
two into him. He moaned, and from the speaker, Dick heard Damian offer up his
own, smaller one.
“Really wish you were here,” Colin offered, eyes sliding towards the phone.
Damian chuckled, breathy.
“Next time, love. Promise.” Colin nodded, moaning again as Dick moved his
fingers, thrusting them in and out of his body with practiced ease. “Next time
we can both wear Grayson’s colors.”
Dick groaned. “I am going to fuck you senseless for this idea, Damian.”
Damian’s breath caught, the good he forced out broken. Colin smiled, leaning
in, pressing his mouth against Dick’s jawline, as his lover eased a third
finger into him. He nuzzled down into the crook of Dick’s neck, breathing him
in as Dick curled his fingers, felt Colin shiver. He rocked his hips, moaning
into his throat- heard Damian echoing the noise, and smiled against Dick’s
pulse.
“Dami,” he whispered, turning his head so his words wouldn’t be muffled, “Are
you touching yourself?”
“What else am I supposed to do?” Damian asked- and both could picture him,
tipping his head back into his pillows, pushing up into his hand, the flush
creeping from his cheeks to his neck.
When Colin and Dick both groaned, it was because they wanted to devour him.
“Pretty boy, can I fuck you now?” Dick asked, as Colin lifted his head. The
redhead smiled, far too sweet for the devil Dick knew he was.
“Please.” He whined, when Dick pulled his fingers free, barely gave Dick the
chance to pour lube over his cock before Colin was holding him by the base,
easing himself down onto him. Dick cursed, the words turning into a growl, as
Colin took half of him into his body, before he was lifting up, before pushing
himself back down, hard.
Colin gave a cry, and Dick reached for his hips, clutching onto them as Colin
rode him, hands gripping tightly at Dick’s shoulders. His cock between them was
well beyond half hard, rubbing against Dick’s tshirt.
“Colin,” Damian moaned, voice echoing up from the speaker, “How does-“
“He feels so good,” Colin offered, cutting Dick off. He tossed his head back,
bared his pale throat, and Dick leaned forward, latched onto the skin, sucking
a bruise so quickly, so harshly, that Colin whined, loudly, the sound breaking
off in a tiny cry. His hips jerked, losing their rhythm and turning desperate,
as Dick sucked another one into his neck.
“I’m going to kiss every bruise,” Damian offered, his words breathy. “Every
single one, Colin.”
The redhead moaned, believed him. Knew the next time he saw Damian, his mouth
would press along each ghost of a bruise, would leave his own littered among
them- until Colin was fighting him off, to return the favor.
Maybe, if they paused to realize just how badly they loved those bruises, Colin
and Damian would have a better understanding of just how Dick felt when they
plastered themselves in his Nightwing colors.
Dick pulled back, gave Colin the room he needed to get his rhythm back. He
watched Colin move, body aching so badly- wanting release, wanting to fill
Colin and watch the way his eyes always went ever-so-wide when Dick came inside
him. Between them, he felt Colin’s cock- fully hard now, smearing precum
against his shirt.
“You look so good,” Dick breathed, loving the flush on Colin’s cheeks, the way
he could still see his freckles. The speckles along his shoulders, collar bone.
Colin tipped his head back, moaning, and Dick grinned, reaching for his phone.
“You’re going to love me, Damian,” he breathed, opening his camera. “Colin,
babe, le’s show our little prince what he’s missing.”
Colin glanced at him, through half lidded eyes, and smiled. Dick lifted his
phone, squeezed Colin’s hip with his free hand, willing him to be still for a
moment, as his phone gave the clicking snap as his camera going off.
“Grayson?” Damian asked, hearing it, as Dick lowered the phone, glancing at the
image. He’d just gotten Colin’s pretty mouth in the picture, showed his bare
chest, the flush of his cock between them- the way he was settled so perfectly
in Dick’s lap.
Dick attached the photo in a blank message to Damian, and sent it, before
setting the phone back, both his hands moving to Colin’s hips, helping to lift
him.
“Let’s get you off, babe,” he whispered, and Colin sighed, reaching down and
grasping his own cock with one hand. He’d gotten maybe three strokes in when
they both heard Damian cursing, loudly, in Arabic, before,
“I don’t know who I want to be more.” Dick chuckled, forcing his eyes not to
roll as Colin clenched around him, tightly, once.
“You wanna fuck our pretty boy?” he asked, and Damian groaned. His breaths were
ragged, and Dick knew he was close. “Or ride my cock?”
Damian whined, and Colin echoed the sound, hips jerking forward. “Fuck,” Colin
gasped, “Wanna watch him in your lap, Dick.”
Dick smiled, barely able to breathe, “Guess that’s our answer.” Damian moaned,
obscene, before he was calling out to both of them, a broken mantra of Colin
and Grayson, ending in a half-sob, and Dick knew, knew he’d come-
Colin did, too, because the moment Damian’s voice broke his hips were jerking
forward and he was crying out, coming up against his belly. Dick felt him
gripping him, tightly, and tipped his head back, giving in. He groaned, low and
loud, hips jerking up once, before stilling, coming into the heat of Colin’s
body. The teen shuddered, mouth falling open, before he slumped forward, over
Dick, panting.
Dick pressed his mouth against Colin’s shoulders, hands leaving his hips to
move up along his back, stroking gently. Colin turned his head, pressed his
face into Dick’s hair, inhaled slowly, before he reached over with his clean
hand, managing to grab Dick’s phone. He clicked the speaker button, turning it
off and lifting it slowly to his ear.
“Please tell me we get to see you tonight,” Colin whispered, couldn’t seem to
make his voice work properly. “I need to kiss you senseless for this idea.”
“I second that,” Dick offered, kissing at Colin’s jaw.
“Mmm, I wish,” Damian offered, his voice a mellow purr- the kind that told
Colin if he were there, he’d be nestled between them, nuzzling into Dick’s
neck, clutching at Colin’s hand over his waist. It was a sin he wasn’t- Colin
loved Damian, in his afterglow. “I have patrol.”
“After?” Colin asked.
“I’ll smell like the city.”
Colin laughed, and Dick did as well- hearing Damian. “I have a shower,” Dick
offered, and Colin grinned.
“Hey, maybe I like him like that.”
Damian rolled his eyes- they could hear it in his voice. “Tomorrow,” he
offered, “how about that?”
“Okay,” Colin agreed, “Go clean yourself up, cutie.” Damian huffed, and Dick
was taking the phone, holding it against his ear.
“I’m going to get you back for this,” Dick offered, and Damian clicked his
tongue.
“You enjoyed it, Grayson.”
“Oh, I know I did.” He grinned. “Goodbye, darling.”
“Goodbye, beloveds.” The line went dead, and Dick tossed the phone to the other
side of the couch, leaning up to find Colin’s mouth, kissing him gently.
“Mmm, do you like it as much as I do when he calls us that?” Colin whispered,
his clean hand moving back into Dick’s hair. Dick turned, kissed his wrist.
“Yes,” he admitted, smiling against Colin’s faint pulse. “Wanna get cleaned
up?”
“Only if you’re going to crawl right back on this couch with me after.” Dick
smiled, leaning in to nuzzle Colin’s neck, kissing at his throat softly,
affectionately.
“As if there was ever a plan aside of that, babe,” Dick offered, arms wrapping
around Colin, squeezing him gently.
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