Fic: By the water’s edge
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munninTitle: By the water’s edge
Pairing: Tony Stark/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DCU/Marvel crossover
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: written as a gift for ms_duck in response to her ficlet here. Thanks Ducky, hope you’re doing ok.
Dick was quick to dump his helmet on the couch and was leaning over the veranda rail. “Private beach?” The youth asked, his long black hair ruffled by the wind.
“Private,” Tony crooned, leaning against the rail at Dick’s side, “and secluded.”
Dick’s grin was bright and seductive. “My kinda beach.”
“So,” Tony started, wondering back towards the house, “Shall I grab us some trunks?” but Dick was already gone, vaulting the rail and shedding his jacket as he ran down to the water.
“Oh boy.” Tony sighed, pouring himself another whisky and wondering down the stretch of sand, following the trail of discarded clothes.
Dick was frolicking. There was no other word from it. His lithe body appeared and disappeared among the waves, the water beading off his skin like diamonds in the setting sun.
Tony sat down on sand, sipping his drink and watching the young man play. There was something obscenely beautiful about the way Dick moved, he was so... free, so unfettered.
Dick wondered out of the surf, shaking the salt water out of his hair. “Enjoying the view?” He asked teasingly as Tony leant back on his elbows to look up at the young man.
“Oh yes.” Tony hummed, looking Dick up and down with a salacious eye. The young man was stripped down to his briefs, the wet cloth clinging tight to the curves of his hips. “Aren’t you cold?”
Dick grinned and shook his head, stepping over Tony’s legs as he dropped to his knees, straddling Tony’s hips. “I use to patrol in shorts through the Gotham winter. Believe me, the water’s perfect.” He dropped his hands to Tony’s shoulders, pressing the older man back to the sand. “Now that dance?”
“Dance?” Tony asked, reaching up to brush Dick’s dripping hair back behind his ear.
“Hmm,” Dick purred, pushing his wet hands under Tony’s jacket. “The dance we were having on the road.”
“Oh. That dance.” Tony grinned, shuffling out of his jacket as Dick attacked his shirt. “You seem very happy in the water.”
“I miss the ocean.” Dick whispered, leaning to nuzzle Tony’s neck. “My circus use to camp out by the sea during the off season.”
Tony let his hands wonder over the pale expanse of Dick’s back, tracing the curves and interruptions of the young man’s scars. “Do you miss that life?”
Dick sat up and leaning back against Tony’s bent knees. “I miss my parents but...” he shrugged, “Life goes on.”
Tony brushed his thumb over Dick’s lips, cupping the young man’s cheek. Behind the smiles and laughter, behind Dick’s free and easy nature was an orphaned child, making his own way in the world. In that moment Tony could see the boy Bruce took in. “I’m sorry.” Tony whispered, stroking Dick’s cheek.
Dick cocked his head, looking at Tony with a lopsided smile, crossing his wrists above his head as he stretched slowly, his back popping. “God that feels good. I wish I still had my board. I bet the surfing here is fantastic.”
“I’ll get Jarvis pull you up some surf reports. You’re welcome to use the boards in the shed.” Tony commented, tracing a race of goosebumps as they broke out over Dick’s skin. “Cold yet?”
“Not at all.” Dick breathed, trembling slightly as Tony’s fingers swept low on his stomach, “I’m good here.”
Tony grinned as Dick shuddered to his touch. “Aren’t you just.” He dragged his hands over Dick’s skin, tacky with salt and teased his thumbs under the wet cloth of the young man’s briefs. “You good with this?” He asked in all seriousness. He won’t usually worry so much but... being with Dick didn’t feel like just a casual fling.
“Would I be here if I didn’t want this?” Dick ducked his head to lick his way into Tony’s mouth, grinding himself against Tony’s now damp groin. “I know what I’m getting myself in for Tony. I want this as much as you do.” He shrugged, rubbing his cheek against Tony’s beard. “Tell you the truth; it’s been a while since-”
“Shh.” Tony whispered, burying a hand in Dick’s hair and pulling the youth back up to kiss him deeply. There was a sadness in Dick’s voice, an almost lonely edge. From what little Tony had seen from Bruce, the life of a Bat didn’t leave much time for companionship. “Let’s not waste any time.” He pushed the youth back against his knees and diving his hand down the front of Dick’s briefs.
Dick arched back, moaning deliciously as Tony wrapped a hand around his cock. “Tony... Tony please!”
“I’ve got you beautiful. Just let me take care of you.” He stroked the youth slow and tight, twisting his wrists sharply every now and then, keeping Dick just on edge for as long as possible. Tony wasn’t sure what he expected when Dick accepted his invitation to come down the coast but he knew what he wanted now. He wanted to worship this stunning young man; he wanted to take care of Dick, to make love to him in as many ways as possible. He wanted to banish the loneliness and sadness in Dick’s voice and replace it with moans of pleasure.
Tony tightened his grip, tangling a hand in Dick’s hair as the young man cried out in realise. “I’ve got you.” he whispered, kissing the soft skin behind Dick’s ear as the young man collapsed into his embrace.
“Thank you.” Dick whispered, relaxing into Tony’s arms, shuddering carelessly with the aftershocks of orgasm.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Tony teased, kissing Dick deeply, “I’m not finished with you.”
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Date: 2010-02-28 10:44 pm (UTC)Tony heard the *thunk* of the cowl hitting the floor long before any of the house security systems went off. “I really should just cut you a key.” Tony started but broke off abruptly as he looked up at Bruce.
The Batsuit was torn in several places and there was a streak of blood on Bruce’s cheek that stopped sharply where the cowl had covered his face. His sandy brown hair was matted with sweat and grim. The trail of his cape was singed and gave off the smell of burnt plastic,
“Bad day at the office Honey.” Tony’s mouth ran off on its own before he could stop himself.
Bruce’s eyes burned darkly as he crossed the room with broad, determined strides, throwing Tony against the work bench.
Tools scattered as Tony scrabbled for purchase. Bruce loomed over him, all cold latex and hard lips, pushing him down onto the hard surface as he ripped at Tony’s grubby work-shirt. Fabric tore under the gauntleted hand and Tony groaned as Bruce pulled at his nipples, pinching them hard enough to make the other man whimpered.
A leather clad hand covered his cheek, a thumb pushing between his lips, giving him no option but to accept it. Tony whined around the invading digit as his pants stripped from him roughly.
“Bruce?” he begged, gasping as the thumb was ripped from his mouth and he was flipped over, his arc reactor hit the benchtop.
A spit-slick thumb circled his hole, for a moment almost hesitant. Tony could feel the tension in Bruce’s touch as if realising what he was doing for the first time. Tony couldn’t accept this - he canted his hips, pushing back against Bruce’s hand, making it as clear as possible that he wanted it too.
No hesitation now, Bruce plunged in, driving his thumb into Tony’s under prepared hole. Tony cried out, groaning with pleasure at the rough treatment. “Harder.” He growled though clenched teeth, pushing his hips up to meet every thrust but Bruce pulled away.
Tony lay there for a moment, wondering what the hell was going on but Bruce’s gloved hands caught his wrists, twisting them up hard behind his back and the hard, slick length of Bruce’s cock forced its way into him.
“Oh god yes!” Tony screamed, holding nothing back as Bruce nailed him hard into the unforgiving bench. Deep brutal thrusts drove the air out of Tony’s lungs and every breath came as a shallow gasp, alternately breathing Bruce’s name and fuck yeah.
Tony came, so hard and suddenly it took him by surprise. He fell to the table, boneless and limp, letting Bruce ride him hard. He’d always envied the man his stamina but...
Bruce’s grip on Tony’s wrists tightened and he ground down hard on the lithe body beneath him, coming without a sound.
They hung there from a moment, sweat dripping down Bruce’s face and onto Tony’s skin, both of them breathing hard.
“Plan to let me up anytime soon?” Tony asked almost teasingly and Bruce released him, withdrawing carefully before staggering away to fall into the couch.
Tony cleaning himself up with the tattered remains of his shirt, reaching into the wet bar to pour a whiskey. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, handing Bruce the drink.
Bruce took the glass, touching Tony’s wrist lightly and eyeing the already blooming bruises. “Tony...I’m-”
“No.” Tony pressed a finger to Bruce’s lips. “Don’t do that. The day you start apologising for mind-blowing sex is the day I have Jarvis zap you as you come through the door. Just don’t.” He stole the drink back, taking a long sip. “Need anything?”
Bruce brought Tony’s hand to his lips, kissing the bruised skin tenderly. “Use of your shower perhaps.”
“Mind if I join you?” Tony asked, purring as Bruce nuzzled the skin of his inner wrist.
“Please.” Came Bruce’s too soft reply.
Tony doubted he was going to find out what happened tonight but frankly he didn’t care.
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Date: 2010-03-01 07:01 am (UTC)His sandy brown hair was matted with sweat and grim.
lol Really Bruce only you would be so grim that it gets into your hair
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Date: 2010-03-01 07:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 07:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 07:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 12:00 pm (UTC)“Tony.” Bruce growled threateningly as his lover played with his hair, dragging it up into peaks like the ears of his cowl.
“I can’t help it.” Tony chuckled, “Even your hair is grim.”
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Date: 2010-03-01 11:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 11:44 pm (UTC)