Fic: Archery Porn

[munnin]

Title: Archery Porn
Pairing: Roy/Tim/Dick
Rating: NC-17...ish.
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.

It’s all ms_duck ’s fault. She gave me an excuse to write bow-porn.
 

Roy unwrapped the package, running his hands longingly and lovingly over the wood within. “It’s beautiful.”

Tim and Dick looked at each other confused. Roy’s voice was deep and breathless, the way he usually sounded after sex. Why he was making these noises over a bit of wood was beyond them both.

“It’s a...” Dick tried but the words failed him. “It’s a stick.”

Roy glanced over his shoulder, his eyes flashing dangerously. “It’s Howard Hill’s handcrafted longbow.” He lifted it off the table reverentially, turning it carefully in his hands. “Oh god! It’s the Bandit.” He laid the bow down, clutching to table edge from support.

“That’s a good thing I take it?” Tim asked as he and Dick rushed to hold their lover up, his knees seemed to have turned to jelly all of a sudden.

“It’s the bow he used in Bandits of Sherwood Forest.” Roy stuttered, still trying to catch his breath.

“He who?” Dick prompted gently but Roy looked up at him with an expression of abject horror.

“You don’t know who Howard Hill is?” He asked, somewhere between incredulity and disgust. “He was the greatest archer who ever lived.”

“I thought that was Errol Flynn?” Dick mused.

Roy pulled out of his grasp fast enough to nearly knock Dick over. “I don’t believe...” He blinked a few times before turning his back on Dick. “You don’t...How could you not...” He picked up the bow and his quiver and walked outside, his head hung low.

“What did I say?” Dick asked but Tim shook his head.

“Look it up, find out quick. I’ll go and calm him down.”

Tim found Roy out by the archery butts on the far end of the grounds, well hidden from the manor. “It’s very beautiful.” He said gently, watching as Roy warming the limbs, rubbing the pale wood with even strokes, faster and firmer than he would ever stroke either of them but with much the same action. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that with your normal bow.” Tim inquired, hoping to show Roy he was interested.

“Carbon fibre bows are...tools.” He fumbled on the word. “Anyone...well almost anyone can pick one up and use it.” Although they both remembered what happened last time Dick tried. “But a handcrafted wooden bow is something completely different. Each one has its own subtleties, its own personality.” He tucked the stave behind his ankle, bending it slowly into the sting loop. “A bow like this needs to be wooed.”

“Bit like our Timmy here.” Dick called, crossing to join them. “I’m sorry Roy, I didn’t mean any disrespect.” He leant in the press a kiss to Roy’s cheek. It took him less than 5 minutes on the internet to find out that Howard Hill had been Oliver’s mentor and that owning one of his bows would mean a great deal to Roy.

“You weren’t to know.” Roy shrugged, returning the kiss with one of his own. “But you’re right. You, I could have a the drop of a hat but Tim, Tim had to be wooed.” He leant across, stealing a kiss from Tim too.

“I hope I was worth the pursuit.” Tim crooned, moaning softly as Roy’s fingers threaded in his hair.

“More than worth it.” Roy whispered in reply, pulling gently on Tim’s hair in a way that never failed to make the young man’s eyes flutter.

“So?” Dick asked, draping himself over Tim’s shoulders. “Are you going to shoot the legendary bow or what? We want to know what it’s like.”

Roy grinned and lined himself up to the target, nocking the arrow with almost ritualistic grace. It drew with a smooth slid that threatened to made Roy weak at the knees all over again. He took his time aiming, feeling the muscles in his shoulder and arm burn with the unaccustomed weight. His usual bow was much lighter than this and the traditional style meant that he held all of the 60 pounds in the tips of his fingers.

The arrows flight cut the air, landing with a satisfying THUNK in the target but far from centre.

Tim looked from the target back to Roy who was clutching his arm, his eyes lowered. “Are you ok?”

“She bit me.” Roy whimpered, the shudder in his voice only slightly pained, his breathing heavy.

“Roy?” Dick asked cautiously, sidling up behind the archer, arms around his waist. “You good?”

“Oh yeah.” He panted breathlessly, sounding completely wrong for someone outside the bedroom. She’s so...fierce.”

Tim touched Roy’s wrist, eyeing the swollen red welt down the inside of his forearm. “How about we get some ice on this?”

“Not yet.” Roy said grinning, shaking them both off, “Let me finish this end.”

A full quiver of arrows later and Tim and Dick were both hard just watching him. There was something sadistically hot about the thrill Roy was getting from his new bow even though his arm was red and burning from string bite.

“She’s a master’s bow.” Roy whispered, as they lead him inside and up to their shared room.

“You’ll get the hang of it eventually.” Tim promised, holding the icepack over Roy’s blazing skin.

“I don’t know... I don’t know if I’m worthy.” He still sounded dazzled, even as Dick laid him down, pressing the archer into the mattress.

“You’re worthy Roy. More than you’ll ever know.” Tim hummed, elbowing his brother aside to kiss Roy soundly as Dick nibbled his way down Roy’s throat. “Happy Birthday.”

 

 

 

Comments

[saphire-dance.livejournal.com]

ouch poor Roy so excited about his new bow he forgot his armguard. He's going to be so sore tomorrow I hope Dick and Tim take good care of him.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

I consider it a warning side of my archery-geekdom that I get really frustrated when they draw Oli or Roy with their guards on the wrong side of their arms, or on the wrong arm.

Oh yeah but the bruises earned from a new bow are like trophies to an archer... or are all of my mob just masochistic? Not sure now that I think about it...

Mind you I’ve seen people come up black ever though a guard. I’m sure Dick and Tim will make sure he’s well looked after!

[saphire-dance.livejournal.com]

I was researching the Green/Red Arrow costumes a while ago and I noticed they do that quite a bit. It's one of the things on my list of comic art pet peeves.

I used to do longbow target shooting, oh about 15 years ago now. I still have a scar on my wrist from one of the times I forgot my armguard. I really should get a bow again it was (welts and bruises aside) a lot of fun.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Yey! A fellow bow freak! I’m glad I’m not the only one who gets strangely frustrated with artists who can’t grasp the function of clothing.

It bit you hard enough to scar? Wow! I hate the fact I don’t bruise easily because I rarely have anything to show for it.

Longbow is cool. I love my longbow but I have a soft spot for the horsebow – they’re small, fast and very fun to shoot, if a little more likely to bite.

[saphire-dance.livejournal.com]

Oooo a horsebow. I'm jealous. I've seen people shoot with them and I'm always amazed by how fast they are.