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munninTitle: One Night
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Tim/Roy
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: When a mission goes wrong, Roy’s there to help the bat-boys deal.
A very, very, very late birthday present for jokers_daughter. Sorry JD, I hope you like it!
Roy had to make an effort not to pace. He and Dick had a quiet night in planned but Dick texted to say he’d be late. The absence of detail in the message implied it would be the sort of late that would involve Dick limping in well after midnight, battered and exhausted.
Oracle could tell him if Dick was ok...but would she? The Bats were secretive at the best of times and the Big Bad Bat didn’t exactly approve of their relationship...
“You’re going to make it explode staring at it like that.” Dick teased, climbing in the window. There was a smile on his lips but he looked pretty beat up. His skin-tight black and blue suit was scuffed and dirty and his hair lank with sweat.
“Was just thinking ‘bout calling Garth to see if he wanted to come over instead.” Roy teased back with no real malice, automatically reaching out to help his lover in. “You ok?”
“A little crumpled.” Dick shrugged, peeling off his mask. He sighed, pushing his hair back from his face. “It got pretty rough out there tonight.”
“If you wanna head home...” Roy started, fighting to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“God no.” Dick smiled, pulling Roy close. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than here.” He ran his hand up Roy’s arm, his fingers spreading over the tattooed bicep. “Except maybe in a shower.”
“Go.” Roy growled, slapping Dick on the ass. “I’ll order us some pizzas.”
Dick’s lips pursed for a moment and he tilted his head distractedly, listening to something Roy couldn’t hear. He touched his comm. “Go Oracle...”
Roy stepped away to let his lover pace as Dick spoke quietly into the tiny comm. Whatever what going on tonight clearly wasn’t over.
Probability of getting laid tonight – 20% and plummeting.
“Yeah, I know.” Dick muttered to Babs, pacing back towards Roy. “Just gimme a sec.” Dick licked his lips nervously. “Um...”
Roy reached out at cupped Dick’s cheek before he had a chance to frame the words. “Look, if you’ve gotta go – I understand.”
“It’s not that.” Dick leaned into Roy’s touch. “We...ahh...things got rough tonight and Tim’s taking it pretty hard. He’s all messed up. Even Bruce is worried.”
Roy ruffled Dick’s hair and pushed him away. “I know what he means to you. Go look after him.”
Probability of getting laid tonight – zip!
“Actually...” Dick started, catching Roy’s arm “I was wondering if I could invite him over. Just the three of us. Hang out and watch some movies you know? Do something normal. He could do with normal.”
Probability of getting laid tonight – still unlikely but tolerable.
Roy would never admit it to Dick but he had a bit of a thing for Tim. Not that he would ever tell his lover that. Nightwing was scarily protective when it came to his ‘little brother’ and had threatened to castrate Superboy on more than one occasion for getting too fresh with the youngest Robin.
Having said that, the two Bats were strangely comfortable around each other and the prospect of spending the night watching the two dark-haired beauties curled up on the couch together was almost an acceptable consolation prize for not getting to make out with Dick tonight.
“Call him, tell him to come over.” Roy said firmly.
“I love you.” Dick grinned, kissing Roy soundly before bouncing off, his hand on his ear as he chatted rapidly into the tiny earbud. “He’s on his way.” He called, rummaging thought Roy’s cupboard for the change of clothes he kept there. “I’m just going to jump in the shower.”
Roy ordered some pizzas and was putting some beers on ice when he heard the soft scrape of boots on his window sill. “Come in Tim.” He called without looking around, it wasn’t just bats who could play the spooky game.
“Thanks.” Tim said quietly, pain in his voice. Roy whipped around, Tim looked worse than Dick, his pale cheek was smeared with blood and dirt and his suit was torn.
“Are you alright?” Roy demanded, reaching out to the young man as he fell more than climbed inside.
“I’m...” Tim started, swallowing hard. “I...”
“Babybird!” Dick called, bounding across the room wearing in nothing but a towel and pulling Tim into his arms.
Tim wavered for a moment before relaxing into Dick’s embrace, falling into his arms with a quiet sob.
Roy crept away, half to give them privacy and half to stop himself from staring as Dick lowered them into the couch, pulling Tim into his lap. It didn’t take him long to find an extra towel and a spare set of Conner’s clothes that would fit Tim.
“Thanks” Tim mumbled as Roy set them beside him. He carefully pried himself out of Dick’s arms. “May I use your bathroom?” he asked, always a model of manners.
“Go for it.” Roy smiled, pretending not to notice as Tim smudged tears from his cheek.
Dick followed Tim up. “You alright on your own?”
“I’m not...” Tim admitted slowly. “I’m not injured. I’m just-”
“I know.” Dick assured, touching his cheek. “Just worried about you.”
Tim gave them both a sad little smile and slipped away, towel in hand.
“Oh god.” Dick muttered, crumpling onto the couch.
“Is he ok?” Roy asked, sitting down beside him.
“No. Not yet.” Dick shifted to rest his head in Roy’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the archer’s demin clad thigh as he made himself comfortable. “Tim was first on the scene. We didn’t get there soon enough.”
Roy buried his hand in Dick’s shower-damp hair, brushing the dark strands back from Dick’s face. There was something about having his hair stroked that grounded Dick. No matter how bad things got, Roy could always bring his lover back down by played with Dick’s raven locks. “How many died?” Roy asked, knowing Dick needed to talk about it.
“Three.” Dick sighed. “One of them was a little girl.”
“Shit.” Roy muttered, pulling Dick onto a hug. “You ok?”
“I will be.” Dick said softly. “I’ve got Tim to look after and you to lean on. I’ll cope.” He leant up, pressing a soft kiss to Roy’s lips. “I’m sorry. I know this wasn’t what you had planned for tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Roy let his fingers play though his lover’s long hair. “Let’s just knock back some brews and relax hey?”
“What did I do to deserve you?” Dick smiled, resting his forehead against Roy’s.
“Fuck knows!” Roy grinned teasingly, “I’ve never understood why I still put up with you.”
Dick chuckled and padded away to find his clothes.
By the time Roy returned with the pizzas, Tim was sitting on the couch, his posture crunched up and tight, his eyes lost in some middle distance.
“Do you want a brew?” Roy asked carefully, not wanting to spook the young man.
Tim’s eyes focused slowly, like he was coming back from a great distance. “I...” He blinked repeatedly as if trying to work out what he’d just been asked. “Yes. Please...Thank you.” he paused again, still a little lost. “Thanks for letting me come over.”
Roy perched on the coffee table, resting a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “You’re always welcome here Tim. You’re practically family.”
Tim’s smile was small and brittle and made Roy want to hug him really tight. Instead he let his hand drift up, cupping Tim’s cheek. “I mean it. If ever you need to get out of the cave...”
Tim said nothing but nodded minutely against Roy’s hand, relaxing slightly.
“Why don’t you pick a movie and I’ll fix us up some drinks?”
Dick watched from the loungeroom door, catching Roy in a sweet kiss as he passed. “Thank you.” He whispered against the archer’s skin as he drew Roy onto a hug. “You don’t know what this means to me.”
“Yes I do.” Roy smiled, wrapping his arms around the aerialist’s waist. “And you’d do the same for me.”
***
Empty pizza boxes and beers bottles covered the coffee table as they sprawled out to watch the Hong Kong martial arts film Tim picked. Little by little the mood started to lift and Dick and Tim started to relax (in so much as Bats ever relax).
As he sipped his third beer, Roy mentally reminded himself to thank Dinah for buying him a couch big enough for them all hang out like this. He sat on one end with Dick’s head in his lap as Tim curled up against his brother, resting his head on Dick’s chest. Old habits die hard and Roy’s hand slipped automatically into Dick’s hair, threading his fingers between the silken stands and stroking gently...
Dick purred, his arm rested around Tim’s waist as his fingers playing idly over the patch of skin that showed where the youth’s borrowed shirt rucked up. Tim shimmied against Dick, a little uncomfortably but Dick pulled him close. “It’s ok.” Dick whispered, pulling Tim up to face him. “It’s ok babybird.”
Roy had to fight not to make a sound as Dick pulled Tim into a soft kiss. Tim sighed as their lips brushing in an almost chaste gesture.
Almost.
Need to go and beat off before something exploded - unbearable.
Dick let his hands slide up under Tim’s shirt, feeling the scared skin of the young man’s flanks. Tim moaned softly as he opened himself to his brother’s kiss, writhing under Dick’s touch.
Roy cleared his throat meaningfully, unsure what else to do. The back of Dick’s head pressed against his lap and there was no way to hide the bulge in his jeans. “Um guys...Do you maybe...um...want some privacy or something?”
Dick and Tim broke apart with a sigh. Dick reached back to stroke Roy’s thigh, his eyes never leaving Tim’s. “Tim? Is this...?”
Tim’s eyes were shocky and wide, his lips red and slightly swollen. “I...” The young man stammered, unsure and unsteady as he leant to Dick’s touch. “I couldn’t ask...”
“Roy?” Dick asked, a smile in his voice as he held his little brother’s eyes. “Tim needs looking after tonight. Wanna help?”
Roy felt his chest heave as he went over what Dick had just said. His best friend, his lover of many years had just offered up his gorgeous little brother for a night of...what exactly? Roy leant in, brushing his fingers gently, almost experimentally over Tim’s cheek. “Tim?”
The young man gasped softly to his touch, his eyelashes fluttering. “Roy I...” Tim, the third Robin, with self-control second only to the Bat himself, trembled with need under Roy’s hand.
Dick shifted, sweeping Tim up into his arms like a child. “Come on babybird, let us look after you.” He carried Tim towards the bedroom, Roy following at his heel.
The archer paused in the doorway of his room, watching as Dick laid Tim down, kissing him softly. It wasn’t a sight he was ever likely to forget. They were so easy together, so right. There was no jealousy for Roy; his relationship with Dick had never been an exclusive one but watching the two Robins together, Roy couldn’t help if this was why Dick was so protective of Tim.
Tim let himself fall back, offering no resistance as Dick stripped him. The youngest bat’s skin was a scarred as his brother’s but softer, paler.
Dick brushed a kiss to the side of Tim’s throat, sucking just hard enough to raise a mark.
Tim’s moan was soft and broken, his lithe body arching up as Dick pressed a hand to his chest to keep him on the bed. “I need...” the young man whimpered.
“I know.” Dick purred, glancing over his shoulder at the hesitant but very turned-on archer in the doorway. “Help me hold him down?”
Dick ran his hands over Roy’s back, draping himself over his lover to whisper in Roy’s ear. “Timmy needs to be pinned down sometimes. He needs to have all that control taken away.”
Roy’s hands found Tim’s slender wrists with dangerous ease, pressing them to the bed hard enough to make Tim whimper.
“Perfect.” Dick purred, shifting between the young man’s thighs.
Tim moaned into Roy’s mouth as Dick grabbed his thighs, spreading them and pushing them back till the young man’s knees pressed into his chest.
Roy shifted to enjoy the view, kneeling above Tim’s head, still holding the young man’s wrists as Dick buried his face in his brother’s groin. He knew firsthand how...enthusiastic Dick was at this – licking and sucking as much skin as he could reach.
Tim writhed as Dick lapped at his exposed hole, nipped the insides of his thighs, mouthed his balls and sucked his cock. There was no rhythm to Dick’s attack, no pattern to brace for, just a frantic assault of sensation. Tension lanced though the young man and he fought against Roy’s hold.
“Dick?” Roy growled as tears of frustration rolled down Tim’s cheeks. By now Roy would have given up and pounced Dick, pinning the aerialist where he wanted him but trapped between them, Tim had no such option.
“Not yet.” Dick crooned, pushing Tim’s legs back to fold the youth in half and swallow him whole.
Tim’s cry was sharp and high as Dick milked the young man’s cock, his Adam’s apple bobbing convulsively as he swallowed and sucked, pulling up to pant though his nose.
Roy shifted awkwardly, painful beneath his jeans as the sight of Dick going down on his little brother made him harder than he’d ever been before. He was going to cum soon, just from the view.
Dick met his eye, easing back with a hand around the base of Tim’s cock. “You can hold him down with one hand can’t you Speedy?” He teased, knowing at a glance how close Roy was to the edge. “I’m sure Tim wouldn’t mind a taste.”
“God Rob.” Roy groaned, shifting to hold both of Tim’s wrists in one hand and fumble to free himself from his pants.
“Please Roy! Please!” Tim begged, tilting his head back, his mouth open and welcoming. His blade-shaped tongue grazed the top bar of Roy’s frenum ladder as the archer rubbed the leaking head of his cock over the young man’s lips.
“Oh yeah!” Roy growled, stroking himself slowly as Tim craned to tongue the ring at the head of his cock. It wasn’t long before he could feel the orgasm building, hot and tight in his gut.
Dick saw it too, speeding up and dropping a hand beneath the young man’s thighs.
Tim screamed as Dick pressed a finger into him, his lithe form jacking up sharply as he came hard into Dick’s mouth. Roy followed, seconds later, painting Tim’s lips and throat with his release.
Dick moved lightning fast, covering the youth with his body and thrusting between his spread legs, his own release spilling over the crease of Tim’s thighs.
Tim’s eyes rolled in his head, his narrow chest heaving as Dick signalled for Roy to let him go. The youth’s frame shook with the shock of orgasm as Dick pulled him into a tender embrace and gesturing for Roy to join him. “It’s alright babybird. We’ve got you.” Dick whispered, cradling the shattered youth, licking and wiping Tim clean.
Bracketed between them, Tim’s eyes fluttered open, still trembling. He moaned softly and tried to move but Dick held him still.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just take it slow.” Dick crooned, rocking Tim gently as the youth spiralled down, his body limp with exhaustion. “Rest now little brother.”
As Tim’s eyes slipped closed, Dick reached over to tangle his hand in Roy’s, squeezing it in unspoken gratitude.
Little by little their breathing slowed, their hearts no-longer pounding as Roy pulled the covers up over them.
“Thank you. Both of you.” Tim said quietly, beginning to regain his calm as he rolled over to look Roy in the eye.
Roy brushed a hand over Tim’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him softly. “As I told you earlier – you’re family.”
“Thank you.” Tim breathed, rising gently to the kiss.
Dick patted his head absently, snaking an arm around Tim’s waist to snuggle in drowsily. “Sleep now.” He slurred, planting a kiss on the young man’s shoulder. “If you wanna show us how grateful you are, we can do that in the morning.”
Tim’s hand slid under the covers, resting on Roy’s hip. “I’d like that.” He whispered, stealing another soft kiss from the archer. “I’d like that very much.”
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Tim/Roy
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: When a mission goes wrong, Roy’s there to help the bat-boys deal.
A very, very, very late birthday present for jokers_daughter. Sorry JD, I hope you like it!
Roy had to make an effort not to pace. He and Dick had a quiet night in planned but Dick texted to say he’d be late. The absence of detail in the message implied it would be the sort of late that would involve Dick limping in well after midnight, battered and exhausted.
Probability of getting laid tonight – 50% and dropping with every passing minute.
He toyed with his phone, tempted to call Oracle and find out if they needed an extra set of hands. He wasn’t overly keen of going out with the Bats tonight. His brace arm was still stiff from the tangle he got into and he didn’t trust his ability to be all that useful in a fight till it healed.Oracle could tell him if Dick was ok...but would she? The Bats were secretive at the best of times and the Big Bad Bat didn’t exactly approve of their relationship...
“You’re going to make it explode staring at it like that.” Dick teased, climbing in the window. There was a smile on his lips but he looked pretty beat up. His skin-tight black and blue suit was scuffed and dirty and his hair lank with sweat.
“Was just thinking ‘bout calling Garth to see if he wanted to come over instead.” Roy teased back with no real malice, automatically reaching out to help his lover in. “You ok?”
“A little crumpled.” Dick shrugged, peeling off his mask. He sighed, pushing his hair back from his face. “It got pretty rough out there tonight.”
“If you wanna head home...” Roy started, fighting to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“God no.” Dick smiled, pulling Roy close. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than here.” He ran his hand up Roy’s arm, his fingers spreading over the tattooed bicep. “Except maybe in a shower.”
“Go.” Roy growled, slapping Dick on the ass. “I’ll order us some pizzas.”
Dick’s lips pursed for a moment and he tilted his head distractedly, listening to something Roy couldn’t hear. He touched his comm. “Go Oracle...”
Roy stepped away to let his lover pace as Dick spoke quietly into the tiny comm. Whatever what going on tonight clearly wasn’t over.
Probability of getting laid tonight – 20% and plummeting.
Roy reached out at cupped Dick’s cheek before he had a chance to frame the words. “Look, if you’ve gotta go – I understand.”
“It’s not that.” Dick leaned into Roy’s touch. “We...ahh...things got rough tonight and Tim’s taking it pretty hard. He’s all messed up. Even Bruce is worried.”
Roy ruffled Dick’s hair and pushed him away. “I know what he means to you. Go look after him.”
Probability of getting laid tonight – zip!
Probability of getting laid tonight – still unlikely but tolerable.
Having said that, the two Bats were strangely comfortable around each other and the prospect of spending the night watching the two dark-haired beauties curled up on the couch together was almost an acceptable consolation prize for not getting to make out with Dick tonight.
“Call him, tell him to come over.” Roy said firmly.
“I love you.” Dick grinned, kissing Roy soundly before bouncing off, his hand on his ear as he chatted rapidly into the tiny earbud. “He’s on his way.” He called, rummaging thought Roy’s cupboard for the change of clothes he kept there. “I’m just going to jump in the shower.”
Roy ordered some pizzas and was putting some beers on ice when he heard the soft scrape of boots on his window sill. “Come in Tim.” He called without looking around, it wasn’t just bats who could play the spooky game.
“Thanks.” Tim said quietly, pain in his voice. Roy whipped around, Tim looked worse than Dick, his pale cheek was smeared with blood and dirt and his suit was torn.
“Are you alright?” Roy demanded, reaching out to the young man as he fell more than climbed inside.
“I’m...” Tim started, swallowing hard. “I...”
“Babybird!” Dick called, bounding across the room wearing in nothing but a towel and pulling Tim into his arms.
Chances of whacking off to the memory of Tim pressed against Dick’s damp and naked chest – absolute.
“It’s alright.” Dick crooned, petting the young man’s hair as he held Tim close. “You’re here now. It’s going to be ok.” Tim wavered for a moment before relaxing into Dick’s embrace, falling into his arms with a quiet sob.
Roy crept away, half to give them privacy and half to stop himself from staring as Dick lowered them into the couch, pulling Tim into his lap. It didn’t take him long to find an extra towel and a spare set of Conner’s clothes that would fit Tim.
“Thanks” Tim mumbled as Roy set them beside him. He carefully pried himself out of Dick’s arms. “May I use your bathroom?” he asked, always a model of manners.
“Go for it.” Roy smiled, pretending not to notice as Tim smudged tears from his cheek.
Dick followed Tim up. “You alright on your own?”
“I’m not...” Tim admitted slowly. “I’m not injured. I’m just-”
“I know.” Dick assured, touching his cheek. “Just worried about you.”
Tim gave them both a sad little smile and slipped away, towel in hand.
“Oh god.” Dick muttered, crumpling onto the couch.
“Is he ok?” Roy asked, sitting down beside him.
“No. Not yet.” Dick shifted to rest his head in Roy’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the archer’s demin clad thigh as he made himself comfortable. “Tim was first on the scene. We didn’t get there soon enough.”
Roy buried his hand in Dick’s shower-damp hair, brushing the dark strands back from Dick’s face. There was something about having his hair stroked that grounded Dick. No matter how bad things got, Roy could always bring his lover back down by played with Dick’s raven locks. “How many died?” Roy asked, knowing Dick needed to talk about it.
“Three.” Dick sighed. “One of them was a little girl.”
“Shit.” Roy muttered, pulling Dick onto a hug. “You ok?”
“I will be.” Dick said softly. “I’ve got Tim to look after and you to lean on. I’ll cope.” He leant up, pressing a soft kiss to Roy’s lips. “I’m sorry. I know this wasn’t what you had planned for tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Roy let his fingers play though his lover’s long hair. “Let’s just knock back some brews and relax hey?”
“What did I do to deserve you?” Dick smiled, resting his forehead against Roy’s.
“Fuck knows!” Roy grinned teasingly, “I’ve never understood why I still put up with you.”
Dick chuckled and padded away to find his clothes.
By the time Roy returned with the pizzas, Tim was sitting on the couch, his posture crunched up and tight, his eyes lost in some middle distance.
“Do you want a brew?” Roy asked carefully, not wanting to spook the young man.
Tim’s eyes focused slowly, like he was coming back from a great distance. “I...” He blinked repeatedly as if trying to work out what he’d just been asked. “Yes. Please...Thank you.” he paused again, still a little lost. “Thanks for letting me come over.”
Roy perched on the coffee table, resting a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “You’re always welcome here Tim. You’re practically family.”
Tim’s smile was small and brittle and made Roy want to hug him really tight. Instead he let his hand drift up, cupping Tim’s cheek. “I mean it. If ever you need to get out of the cave...”
Tim said nothing but nodded minutely against Roy’s hand, relaxing slightly.
“Why don’t you pick a movie and I’ll fix us up some drinks?”
Dick watched from the loungeroom door, catching Roy in a sweet kiss as he passed. “Thank you.” He whispered against the archer’s skin as he drew Roy onto a hug. “You don’t know what this means to me.”
“Yes I do.” Roy smiled, wrapping his arms around the aerialist’s waist. “And you’d do the same for me.”
***
Empty pizza boxes and beers bottles covered the coffee table as they sprawled out to watch the Hong Kong martial arts film Tim picked. Little by little the mood started to lift and Dick and Tim started to relax (in so much as Bats ever relax).
As he sipped his third beer, Roy mentally reminded himself to thank Dinah for buying him a couch big enough for them all hang out like this. He sat on one end with Dick’s head in his lap as Tim curled up against his brother, resting his head on Dick’s chest. Old habits die hard and Roy’s hand slipped automatically into Dick’s hair, threading his fingers between the silken stands and stroking gently...
Dick purred, his arm rested around Tim’s waist as his fingers playing idly over the patch of skin that showed where the youth’s borrowed shirt rucked up. Tim shimmied against Dick, a little uncomfortably but Dick pulled him close. “It’s ok.” Dick whispered, pulling Tim up to face him. “It’s ok babybird.”
Roy had to fight not to make a sound as Dick pulled Tim into a soft kiss. Tim sighed as their lips brushing in an almost chaste gesture.
Almost.
Need to go and beat off before something exploded - unbearable.
Roy cleared his throat meaningfully, unsure what else to do. The back of Dick’s head pressed against his lap and there was no way to hide the bulge in his jeans. “Um guys...Do you maybe...um...want some privacy or something?”
Dick and Tim broke apart with a sigh. Dick reached back to stroke Roy’s thigh, his eyes never leaving Tim’s. “Tim? Is this...?”
Tim’s eyes were shocky and wide, his lips red and slightly swollen. “I...” The young man stammered, unsure and unsteady as he leant to Dick’s touch. “I couldn’t ask...”
“Roy?” Dick asked, a smile in his voice as he held his little brother’s eyes. “Tim needs looking after tonight. Wanna help?”
Roy felt his chest heave as he went over what Dick had just said. His best friend, his lover of many years had just offered up his gorgeous little brother for a night of...what exactly? Roy leant in, brushing his fingers gently, almost experimentally over Tim’s cheek. “Tim?”
The young man gasped softly to his touch, his eyelashes fluttering. “Roy I...” Tim, the third Robin, with self-control second only to the Bat himself, trembled with need under Roy’s hand.
Dick shifted, sweeping Tim up into his arms like a child. “Come on babybird, let us look after you.” He carried Tim towards the bedroom, Roy following at his heel.
The archer paused in the doorway of his room, watching as Dick laid Tim down, kissing him softly. It wasn’t a sight he was ever likely to forget. They were so easy together, so right. There was no jealousy for Roy; his relationship with Dick had never been an exclusive one but watching the two Robins together, Roy couldn’t help if this was why Dick was so protective of Tim.
Tim let himself fall back, offering no resistance as Dick stripped him. The youngest bat’s skin was a scarred as his brother’s but softer, paler.
Dick brushed a kiss to the side of Tim’s throat, sucking just hard enough to raise a mark.
Tim’s moan was soft and broken, his lithe body arching up as Dick pressed a hand to his chest to keep him on the bed. “I need...” the young man whimpered.
“I know.” Dick purred, glancing over his shoulder at the hesitant but very turned-on archer in the doorway. “Help me hold him down?”
Jackpot!
Roy shed his shirt and socks, crossing to the bed in a dream-like daze. Tim reached for him, pulling the red-head into an insistent kiss. The babybird’s mouth was as sweet and hot as Roy had ever imagined, his tongue darting over Roy’s lips in lightning fast and desperate licks.Dick ran his hands over Roy’s back, draping himself over his lover to whisper in Roy’s ear. “Timmy needs to be pinned down sometimes. He needs to have all that control taken away.”
Roy’s hands found Tim’s slender wrists with dangerous ease, pressing them to the bed hard enough to make Tim whimper.
“Perfect.” Dick purred, shifting between the young man’s thighs.
Tim moaned into Roy’s mouth as Dick grabbed his thighs, spreading them and pushing them back till the young man’s knees pressed into his chest.
Roy shifted to enjoy the view, kneeling above Tim’s head, still holding the young man’s wrists as Dick buried his face in his brother’s groin. He knew firsthand how...enthusiastic Dick was at this – licking and sucking as much skin as he could reach.
Tim writhed as Dick lapped at his exposed hole, nipped the insides of his thighs, mouthed his balls and sucked his cock. There was no rhythm to Dick’s attack, no pattern to brace for, just a frantic assault of sensation. Tension lanced though the young man and he fought against Roy’s hold.
“Dick?” Roy growled as tears of frustration rolled down Tim’s cheeks. By now Roy would have given up and pounced Dick, pinning the aerialist where he wanted him but trapped between them, Tim had no such option.
“Not yet.” Dick crooned, pushing Tim’s legs back to fold the youth in half and swallow him whole.
Tim’s cry was sharp and high as Dick milked the young man’s cock, his Adam’s apple bobbing convulsively as he swallowed and sucked, pulling up to pant though his nose.
Roy shifted awkwardly, painful beneath his jeans as the sight of Dick going down on his little brother made him harder than he’d ever been before. He was going to cum soon, just from the view.
Dick met his eye, easing back with a hand around the base of Tim’s cock. “You can hold him down with one hand can’t you Speedy?” He teased, knowing at a glance how close Roy was to the edge. “I’m sure Tim wouldn’t mind a taste.”
“God Rob.” Roy groaned, shifting to hold both of Tim’s wrists in one hand and fumble to free himself from his pants.
“Please Roy! Please!” Tim begged, tilting his head back, his mouth open and welcoming. His blade-shaped tongue grazed the top bar of Roy’s frenum ladder as the archer rubbed the leaking head of his cock over the young man’s lips.
“Oh yeah!” Roy growled, stroking himself slowly as Tim craned to tongue the ring at the head of his cock. It wasn’t long before he could feel the orgasm building, hot and tight in his gut.
Dick saw it too, speeding up and dropping a hand beneath the young man’s thighs.
Tim screamed as Dick pressed a finger into him, his lithe form jacking up sharply as he came hard into Dick’s mouth. Roy followed, seconds later, painting Tim’s lips and throat with his release.
Dick moved lightning fast, covering the youth with his body and thrusting between his spread legs, his own release spilling over the crease of Tim’s thighs.
Tim’s eyes rolled in his head, his narrow chest heaving as Dick signalled for Roy to let him go. The youth’s frame shook with the shock of orgasm as Dick pulled him into a tender embrace and gesturing for Roy to join him. “It’s alright babybird. We’ve got you.” Dick whispered, cradling the shattered youth, licking and wiping Tim clean.
Bracketed between them, Tim’s eyes fluttered open, still trembling. He moaned softly and tried to move but Dick held him still.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just take it slow.” Dick crooned, rocking Tim gently as the youth spiralled down, his body limp with exhaustion. “Rest now little brother.”
As Tim’s eyes slipped closed, Dick reached over to tangle his hand in Roy’s, squeezing it in unspoken gratitude.
Little by little their breathing slowed, their hearts no-longer pounding as Roy pulled the covers up over them.
“Thank you. Both of you.” Tim said quietly, beginning to regain his calm as he rolled over to look Roy in the eye.
Roy brushed a hand over Tim’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him softly. “As I told you earlier – you’re family.”
“Thank you.” Tim breathed, rising gently to the kiss.
Dick patted his head absently, snaking an arm around Tim’s waist to snuggle in drowsily. “Sleep now.” He slurred, planting a kiss on the young man’s shoulder. “If you wanna show us how grateful you are, we can do that in the morning.”
Tim’s hand slid under the covers, resting on Roy’s hip. “I’d like that.” He whispered, stealing another soft kiss from the archer. “I’d like that very much.”
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Date: 2010-05-09 10:24 pm (UTC)I love these three - there's such an interesting balance between them.