Fic: Misunderstandings

[munnin]

Title: Misunderstandings
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17.
Word count: 1671
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.

Happy Birthday Sammage! Hope you like it.

 

“Tim?” Bruce called, “Are you alright?”

Robin glanced up from his monitor, cocking his head at his mentor. “I’m fine. What makes you ask?”

Bruce lowered himself into the seat at Tim’s side. “You seem distracted lately.”

“I’m...I’m fine. I’m sorry.” He stood up, turning his back on his mentor. “I’ll be more mindful in the future.”

Bruce reached out, brushing his hand over the youth’s shoulder as he started to walk away. “Tim? Wait.” The youth stilled, stiffening under his touch. “I’m not concerned about your performance in the field.” He turned Tim gently. “Your conduct has been exemplary, as always.” He touched Tim’s chin, tilting the youth’s eyes up to meet his. “You seem tense. Is there something you’d like to talk about?”

“It’s nothing. Really.” Tim shifted under his mentor’s touch.

Bruce eyed his partner doubtfully. “If you’re sure...”

Tim nodded with a tight and insincere smile before slipping way to finish his post-patrol routine.

***

Tim changed out of his suit and into sweats as quickly as possible, forgoing his usual shower to dash up to his room. It was only Alfred’s ‘no capes above stairs’ policy that stopped him from just fleeing the cave.

His bedroom door carefully locked behind him and all of the cameras disabled, Tim fell against his door, his head in his hands.

“Oh god.” He muttered to himself, sliding to the floor. How could he have been so careless? He was worked so hard to keep everything under control, to keep his feelings hidden but Bruce was starting to notice.

He banged his head carelessly on the door. Maybe he could ask Bruce for some time off, go and stay with Dick for a while. After all, judging by the way Dick looked and acted around Bruce, he knew what Tim was going through. He must have found some way to deal with it. Although knowing Dick it was going to involve lots of junk food, a reasonable amount of alcohol and undoubtedly gratuitous amounts of making out.

Tim enjoyed Dick’s company and truly loved him as a brother but he wasn’t ready from that. He knew if he asked, Dick would give him everything and anything he wanted and the offer was comforting but...

But it wasn’t Dick he wanted, it wasn’t Dick’s face that haunted him in his dreams, it wasn’t Dick’s touch he craved...or trembled for.

Tim dragged himself to his feet and headed for the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. A long, hot shower was always the best way to deal with this...he wasn’t ever sure what to call it – a crush, infatuation, obsession perhaps?

He turned the taps on hard, adjusting the temperature to just below scalding and braced himself against the tiles, his eyes closed.

***

Bruce hovered outside Tim’s door, weighing up his options. Despite his denials, something was bothering Tim. The youth was off-balance and distracted, and although it was not affecting Tim’s ability to perform as Robin; it would start to soon if allowed to fester.   

He knocked softly, leaning on the door to listen when he got no reply. He could just make out the sound of the shower running. It surprised him to find the door locked, Tim so rarely closed himself off from the rest of the family...at least physically.

Several uncomfortable thoughts ran though Bruce’s head, most of them centring around Tim’s resent distance behaviour. Could something have happened that Bruce was unaware of? With the Titans perhaps? As confident as he was that Tim could manage almost anything the world could throw at him, the latest group of Titans were hardly what he would consider strong...or stable...

The clone especially worried him. DNA like that could cause a dangerous confluence of personality traits. Could the clone have does something to Tim? He had shown a certain...interest in Tim, well beyond that of a team mate or friend.

Unable to suffer the dark possibilities of his thoughts, Bruce picked the lock with ease, slipping quietly into Tim’s room.

***

Tim let the water fall over him, his head down so roar of the shower filled his ears, blocking out all other thought. It wasn’t helping. As much as he wanted to wish the thoughts away, he couldn’t get rid of the images in his head –the concerned look on Bruce’s face; the feeling of Bruce’s heavy and warm hand on his shoulder; the brush of Bruce’s square fingers on his jaw, the leather scent of his gauntlets still lingering on them...

Tim let his head fall back, breathing hard. It was no use, he wanted this too much. He reached into the shower-rack, finding the small bottle of Bruce’s shampoo Alfred bought him by accident once and he’d never got around to returning...

Slicking his hand, Tim braced his forearm against the wall and gave in...

***

Bruce eyed the trail of clothes that crossed the room, taking it as another sign of Tim’s unrest. The youth was always so neat. He was one of the only teenagers he’d ever known who insisted on doing his own laundry...

And now that he thought about it, he should have wondered at that. What was Tim hiding? Sudden and horrifying thoughts of self-harm racked his brain and he hurried to the bathroom door.

***

Normally Tim took his time about this, touching himself slowly and carefully as he felt sure Bruce would the first time but tonight he needed it too much. He needed the thundering nothingness of release if he stood any chance of sleeping tonight...

“Bruce...” he whispered, his hand moved on its own over his skin, filling the steaming air with the smell of Bruce’s hair. “Bruce please...” Tim whimpered breathlessly, letting himself give in to his desires. “Bruce...touch me...”

A hard body pressed against his back. A large hand covered his own, slowing his thrusts to a less frantic pace. “I’m here Tim. Let me look after you.”

***

It took Bruce only a single glance into the bathroom to know what his young partner was doing in the shower. After all Tim was sixteen and at the peak of health, it was only normal for him to need to...

Bruce realised he’d never really talked to Tim about sex. He’d ever needed to. Somehow he suspected that Tim’s keen observational skills and the company of a voracious older brother like Dick provided Tim with all the information he needed.

Bruce eased back out of the room quietly. Perhaps he’d give Dick a call and recommend the boys take the weekend off together. Maybe spending time with someone closer to his own age...

But then he heard it. His own name falling, soft and needy from Tim’s lips. He stole a glance back into the steamed-up room, unable to look away as Tim stroked himself, hard and fast, whispering Bruce’s name over and over. 

Bruce shed his shirt before he had time to think about what he was doing. If this was what Tim wanted, needed...

***

Tim whimpered as Bruce pressed against him, his knees buckling but Bruce had an arm around his waist. “I’ve got you.” Bruce whispered, his breath ghosting over the hot skin of Tim’s throat.

“Bruce?” Tim whimpered, broken and lost. His slight body burned where Bruce touched him. Was this really happening? Had he finally cracked and given in to his own madness. “Is it...are you...” Somehow he couldn’t find the strength to form a coherence sentence as Bruce pressed soft kisses to his throat.

“Is this what you want Tim?” Bruce asked seriously, needing to be sure.

“Yes!” Tim’s voice broke painfully, “Please Bruce I...”

“Is this what’s been bothering you?” Bruce asked, pressing his face into Tim’s wet hair, feeling the youth’s almost imperceptible nod. “I wish you’d told me.”

“I couldn’t Bruce.” Tim stuttered, trying desperately not to thrust into their joined hands. “If sent me away...”

“Shh.” Bruce soothed, “I’m not going to send you away.”

“But Dick...” There were tears of desperation in the young man’s voice, hidden by the shower.

Bruce touched Tim’s chin, turning the youth to face him. “I drove Dick away because I was fool and afraid of my own feelings.” He whispered fiercely, brushing his fingers over Tim’s cheek. “I hope I’ve learnt from that mistake.” He met Tim’s eyes, blue to blue. “Let me look after you Tim. Let me make this up to you.”

Tim cried in earnest as Bruce slipped to his knees, licking the pearly pre-come from the tip of Tim’s cock.

Bruce savoured the salty, sweet taste of his young partner, gently taking the youth into his mouth as Tim keened brokenly. He guided Tim’s fingers into his hair, his broad hands resting steadyingly over the youth’s narrow hips.

Tim’s head hit the tiles with a resounding thump as he thrust over and over into Bruce’s mouth. “Bruce! God Bruce please!” He whimpered, his fingers clenching convulsively in his mentor’s mane.

“Let go Tim.” Bruce whispered, kissing the hollow of Tim’s navel. “I have you.”

A cry torn from Tim’s throat as he came, hot and hard into Bruce’s mouth, his knees giving way as the aftershocks of orgasm ripped though his body.

“I’ve got you.” Bruce whispered, lowering Tim into his lap. “It’s alright.” He reached up to turn off the taps, carded his fingers though Tim’s wet hair as the youth trembled, his chest heaving with ragged pants.

Little by little Tim’s breathing evened out and he moved against Bruce’s broad chest. “Bruce...I...”

“Shh.” Bruce whispered, “Later.” He eased the youth up, still boneless and shaky, and towelled them both off, guiding Tim towards his bed. “You should get some rest.”

“Will you stay?” Tim asked, almost pleadingly.

Bruce bent to press a kiss to his young partner and lover’s forehead. “Of course.”

In the morning they’d talk but for now, as Tim curled up, his head resting contentedly on Bruce’s chest, this was enough for both of them.

 

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"grins" yes I did with time to spar. Would have preferred staying home reading wonderful porn, but then we can't have everything. At least I knew it was waiting on me for when I got home.