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munninTitle: Just another day at the office
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Roy/Tim, Dick
Fandom: DCU
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the busted couch on which I write.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
A very, very, very, very late birthday present for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darthbatgirl. I’m so sorry it took so long babe but I hope you like it.
Roy shifted Tim in his arms, the boy’s head lolled against his chest as they entered Robin’s Nest. Tim’s face was dark with dirt and blood, his features distorted with pain.
Another day, another ugly fight. This was never how Roy wanted it, for either of them but it was how the hero life worked.
Tim grunted softly as Roy lowered him into the bed, biting his lip to hold back the pain. “Leave me.” he breathed, “Get back to the others.”
“The Outsiders and Titans have things under control.” Roy whispered, carefully working though the deactivation sequence before trying to remove Tim’s costume; not a mistake anyone ever made twice. “Besides, Dick’d kill me if I left you alone after the beating you just took.”
“Minor concussion,” Tim hissed as Roy stripped him slowly, “Mild swelling of the proximal radioulnar articulation. Minor lacerations to the left femoral triangle”
Roy growled quietly. “Trust you to get technical when you’re injured.” He wrapped an arm around the youth’s waist and lifted him out of his tights.
Tim slipped his mask off, leaning to Roy’s touch. “I feel filthy.”
“Shower?” Roy asked, running a gentle hand though the young man’s hair. Tim’s normally silky hair was clotted and thick with blood. “Shit Tim, you ok?”
“Most of it’s other peoples.” Tim murmured, his eyes slipping closed.
“You’re not going to fall asleep on me before I get you cleaned up, are you?” Roy teased, steering him towards the bathroom.
Tim moaned as the hot water hit his battered skin, the grime and pain sluing away as Roy’s hands moved over his body. It felt so good he started to drift, his knees giving out in exhaustion.
“Whoa kiddo.” Roy whispered, bracing his hands on Tim’s hips. “Just let me get you cleaned up then you can pass out hey?”
Tim chuckled, giddy and lightheaded. “Mustn’t let me sleep. Concussion and all.”
“Got a point there.” Roy shifted his weight, pressing Tim against the wall. “So boy genius?” the archer purred, his hips flushed with Tim’s. “How do suggest I keep you awake?” he rocked slowly, grinding against Tim’s damp skin.
Tim moaned, wrapping his arms around Roy’s neck for balance as the archer kissed him deep and slow. “Roy...please...”
The archer slipped a hand down Tim’s flank, rubbing gently over the youth’s bruised skin and pulling him closer, each rock of his hips drawing a breathless moan from Tim.
Tim shifted, pressing back against the tiles for leverage as he rubbed himself against his lover. “Roy...I need...” but his moan turned to a whimper of pain as he tried to hitch his leg over the archer’s hip.
“Hey! Slow down.” Roy backed off, shifting to take Tim’s weight. The cut on Robin’s thigh was open again and flowing freely. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
“But...” Tim whimpered, his pale cheeks flushed. “Please Roy...I need-”
Roy pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “I love you dearly babybird but I’m getting off on you bleeding all over me. Come on.” He helped Tim out of the shower and towelled him down before laying the youth down on the bed. He wasted no time in cleaning and dressing Tim’s injuries. “Still with me Timmy.”
Tim growled under his breath at the pet name, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillows. He shivered, his pale skin patterned with a race of goose-bumps and Roy dragged the blankets up over him. “Lay with me?” Tim whispered sleepily.
“In a sec.” Roy packed everything away and shed his clothes, climbing in beside the tired bird. “You alright?” he asked, spooning against Tim, the young man’s skin still cold.
“Better.” Tim mumbled, pulling Roy’s arm around him. “Still mustn’t sleep.”
“I think I can help you with that.” Roy grinned, nuzzling the top of Tim’s head. The youth hair was damp but clean and silky, as it should be and Roy breathed in deep. “Let me look after you baby.”
Tim arch back into his touch as Roy’s strong fingers traced the curve of his hip, tangling in the thatch of dark curls.
“Love you babybird.” Roy whispered, easing up onto his elbow to lean over his young lover. “Hate seeing you hurt.” He rolled Tim gently onto his back and nibbled his way across the youth’s throat.
“It’s the life we lead.” Tim mumbled with the weary sigh of someone who’d had this conversation too many times. “The life I choose to live.”
“I know, I know.” Roy whispered hastily, knowing how often Tim’d had the same argument with his mentor. “We both did. Doesn’t mean I have to like seeing you bleed.” He closed his hand gently around the young man’s cock, stroking him softly, teasingly, grinning as Tim moaned. “Now flushed and needed; that’s how I like to see you.”
“God Roy.” Tim whimpered, his hands playing over the archer’s broad shoulder. “Please?” he pushed at his lover, trying to encourage Roy downward but the archer resisted, taking his time to kiss and lick every inch of the young man’s throat and chest. “Collar me?”
Roy stopped, leaning up to look into Tim’s sky-blue eyes. “Babybird no. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Doesn’t have to be tight.” Tim breathed. “I just need...”
Roy ran a hand through Tim’s damp hair. “You’re concussed Tim. Now isn’t the time to play games like that.”
“Please?” Tim reached for the top drawer but Roy caught his wrist.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” Tim blinked, his look unwavering.
Roy sighed, knowing he couldn’t win. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the softest leather band, more choker than collar, carefully strapping it around Tim’s throat.
The young man’s breath quickened, a shudder flickering through his body as Roy ran his fingers over the band.
Roy shook his head in quiet despair, wrapping his hand in Tim’s hair, dragging the youth into a deep and domination kiss. If Tim needed the collar - he needed it hard and rough, he needed to be taken; all the things Roy couldn’t give him tonight.
“Fuck me. Please?” Tim begged, arching up into Roy’s touch,
“No.” Roy planted a broad hand in the middle of Tim’s narrow chest. “You’re in no state for that.” He pushed back the covers and closed his mouth around the youth’s leaking cock.
Tim’s protest died in a stuttering moan as Roy swallowed him to the root, the head of his cock deep in his lover’s throat. He fisted the short red hair, moaning constantly as Roy sucked and licked and teased. He arched back, trying hooking his leg over Roy’s shoulder but the archer caught hold of his thigh, just above the cut and pinned him to the bed.
“Be still.” Roy whispered, his voice far gentler than his grip. “Tim I won’t let you hurt yourself for this.”
Tim looked down at him though his lashes, his eyes hazy with need. “Please Roy, just... just...” He gave a whimpered cry as Roy’s cheeks hollowed around him, the archer’s strong hands pinning him to the mattress as he writhed in pleasure. With one last shudder that shook his frame, he came, breathlessly silent in his release.
Roy pressed a hand to the young man’s neck, flicking open the catch of the collar and tossing it aside. “How are you feeling?”
Tim hummed contentedly, pulling Roy to him, his quick hands skating down the archer’s side even as his eyes slipped closed.
“No you don’t.” Roy muttered before his young lover could lay a hand on him. “You need to rest now.” A tiny crease formed on Tim’s brow but Roy kissed it away. “Make it up to me in the morning.”
With a disgruntled little sigh, Tim snuggled down into Roy’s arms and was asleep in seconds.
***
Roy woke up a few hours later as Dick slid the window open. Nightwing looked even more worse for wear than Robin had.
“Is he ok?” Dick asked quietly, leaning over Tim to brush the hair from his face, examining the bruise on the youth’s forehead.
“Little shaken but he’ll be fine.” Roy reached out to run a hand over Dick’s abraded knuckles. “Will you?”
Dick gave a weary little smile, running his hands through his hair. “Room in there for me?”
“Always.” Roy countered, smiling back as Dick dipped down to kiss him. “Only if you shower first.”
Dick growled in mock indignation. “Oh Speedy. You use to love getting me dirty.”
“Save it for morning Short-pants.” Roy counted, shifting his grip as Tim snuffled in his sleep. “Need anything dressed?” he asked, eyeing the way Dick was favouring his left side.
“Nothing that can’t wait.”
Roy let himself drift, almost asleep again when Dick crawled in next to him, his skin warm from the shower.
Dick hissed under his breath as he pulled the blankets up around them.
“Sure you’re ok?” Roy asked quietly as Dick pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
Dick hummed, stretching his arm across Roy’s waist, to rest his hand on Tim’s hip. “Am now.”
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Roy/Tim, Dick
Fandom: DCU
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the busted couch on which I write.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
A very, very, very, very late birthday present for
darthbatgirl. I’m so sorry it took so long babe but I hope you like it. Roy shifted Tim in his arms, the boy’s head lolled against his chest as they entered Robin’s Nest. Tim’s face was dark with dirt and blood, his features distorted with pain.
Another day, another ugly fight. This was never how Roy wanted it, for either of them but it was how the hero life worked.
Tim grunted softly as Roy lowered him into the bed, biting his lip to hold back the pain. “Leave me.” he breathed, “Get back to the others.”
“The Outsiders and Titans have things under control.” Roy whispered, carefully working though the deactivation sequence before trying to remove Tim’s costume; not a mistake anyone ever made twice. “Besides, Dick’d kill me if I left you alone after the beating you just took.”
“Minor concussion,” Tim hissed as Roy stripped him slowly, “Mild swelling of the proximal radioulnar articulation. Minor lacerations to the left femoral triangle”
Roy growled quietly. “Trust you to get technical when you’re injured.” He wrapped an arm around the youth’s waist and lifted him out of his tights.
Tim slipped his mask off, leaning to Roy’s touch. “I feel filthy.”
“Shower?” Roy asked, running a gentle hand though the young man’s hair. Tim’s normally silky hair was clotted and thick with blood. “Shit Tim, you ok?”
“Most of it’s other peoples.” Tim murmured, his eyes slipping closed.
“You’re not going to fall asleep on me before I get you cleaned up, are you?” Roy teased, steering him towards the bathroom.
Tim moaned as the hot water hit his battered skin, the grime and pain sluing away as Roy’s hands moved over his body. It felt so good he started to drift, his knees giving out in exhaustion.
“Whoa kiddo.” Roy whispered, bracing his hands on Tim’s hips. “Just let me get you cleaned up then you can pass out hey?”
Tim chuckled, giddy and lightheaded. “Mustn’t let me sleep. Concussion and all.”
“Got a point there.” Roy shifted his weight, pressing Tim against the wall. “So boy genius?” the archer purred, his hips flushed with Tim’s. “How do suggest I keep you awake?” he rocked slowly, grinding against Tim’s damp skin.
Tim moaned, wrapping his arms around Roy’s neck for balance as the archer kissed him deep and slow. “Roy...please...”
The archer slipped a hand down Tim’s flank, rubbing gently over the youth’s bruised skin and pulling him closer, each rock of his hips drawing a breathless moan from Tim.
Tim shifted, pressing back against the tiles for leverage as he rubbed himself against his lover. “Roy...I need...” but his moan turned to a whimper of pain as he tried to hitch his leg over the archer’s hip.
“Hey! Slow down.” Roy backed off, shifting to take Tim’s weight. The cut on Robin’s thigh was open again and flowing freely. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
“But...” Tim whimpered, his pale cheeks flushed. “Please Roy...I need-”
Roy pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “I love you dearly babybird but I’m getting off on you bleeding all over me. Come on.” He helped Tim out of the shower and towelled him down before laying the youth down on the bed. He wasted no time in cleaning and dressing Tim’s injuries. “Still with me Timmy.”
Tim growled under his breath at the pet name, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillows. He shivered, his pale skin patterned with a race of goose-bumps and Roy dragged the blankets up over him. “Lay with me?” Tim whispered sleepily.
“In a sec.” Roy packed everything away and shed his clothes, climbing in beside the tired bird. “You alright?” he asked, spooning against Tim, the young man’s skin still cold.
“Better.” Tim mumbled, pulling Roy’s arm around him. “Still mustn’t sleep.”
“I think I can help you with that.” Roy grinned, nuzzling the top of Tim’s head. The youth hair was damp but clean and silky, as it should be and Roy breathed in deep. “Let me look after you baby.”
Tim arch back into his touch as Roy’s strong fingers traced the curve of his hip, tangling in the thatch of dark curls.
“Love you babybird.” Roy whispered, easing up onto his elbow to lean over his young lover. “Hate seeing you hurt.” He rolled Tim gently onto his back and nibbled his way across the youth’s throat.
“It’s the life we lead.” Tim mumbled with the weary sigh of someone who’d had this conversation too many times. “The life I choose to live.”
“I know, I know.” Roy whispered hastily, knowing how often Tim’d had the same argument with his mentor. “We both did. Doesn’t mean I have to like seeing you bleed.” He closed his hand gently around the young man’s cock, stroking him softly, teasingly, grinning as Tim moaned. “Now flushed and needed; that’s how I like to see you.”
“God Roy.” Tim whimpered, his hands playing over the archer’s broad shoulder. “Please?” he pushed at his lover, trying to encourage Roy downward but the archer resisted, taking his time to kiss and lick every inch of the young man’s throat and chest. “Collar me?”
Roy stopped, leaning up to look into Tim’s sky-blue eyes. “Babybird no. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Doesn’t have to be tight.” Tim breathed. “I just need...”
Roy ran a hand through Tim’s damp hair. “You’re concussed Tim. Now isn’t the time to play games like that.”
“Please?” Tim reached for the top drawer but Roy caught his wrist.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” Tim blinked, his look unwavering.
Roy sighed, knowing he couldn’t win. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the softest leather band, more choker than collar, carefully strapping it around Tim’s throat.
The young man’s breath quickened, a shudder flickering through his body as Roy ran his fingers over the band.
Roy shook his head in quiet despair, wrapping his hand in Tim’s hair, dragging the youth into a deep and domination kiss. If Tim needed the collar - he needed it hard and rough, he needed to be taken; all the things Roy couldn’t give him tonight.
“Fuck me. Please?” Tim begged, arching up into Roy’s touch,
“No.” Roy planted a broad hand in the middle of Tim’s narrow chest. “You’re in no state for that.” He pushed back the covers and closed his mouth around the youth’s leaking cock.
Tim’s protest died in a stuttering moan as Roy swallowed him to the root, the head of his cock deep in his lover’s throat. He fisted the short red hair, moaning constantly as Roy sucked and licked and teased. He arched back, trying hooking his leg over Roy’s shoulder but the archer caught hold of his thigh, just above the cut and pinned him to the bed.
“Be still.” Roy whispered, his voice far gentler than his grip. “Tim I won’t let you hurt yourself for this.”
Tim looked down at him though his lashes, his eyes hazy with need. “Please Roy, just... just...” He gave a whimpered cry as Roy’s cheeks hollowed around him, the archer’s strong hands pinning him to the mattress as he writhed in pleasure. With one last shudder that shook his frame, he came, breathlessly silent in his release.
Roy pressed a hand to the young man’s neck, flicking open the catch of the collar and tossing it aside. “How are you feeling?”
Tim hummed contentedly, pulling Roy to him, his quick hands skating down the archer’s side even as his eyes slipped closed.
“No you don’t.” Roy muttered before his young lover could lay a hand on him. “You need to rest now.” A tiny crease formed on Tim’s brow but Roy kissed it away. “Make it up to me in the morning.”
With a disgruntled little sigh, Tim snuggled down into Roy’s arms and was asleep in seconds.
***
Roy woke up a few hours later as Dick slid the window open. Nightwing looked even more worse for wear than Robin had.
“Is he ok?” Dick asked quietly, leaning over Tim to brush the hair from his face, examining the bruise on the youth’s forehead.
“Little shaken but he’ll be fine.” Roy reached out to run a hand over Dick’s abraded knuckles. “Will you?”
Dick gave a weary little smile, running his hands through his hair. “Room in there for me?”
“Always.” Roy countered, smiling back as Dick dipped down to kiss him. “Only if you shower first.”
Dick growled in mock indignation. “Oh Speedy. You use to love getting me dirty.”
“Save it for morning Short-pants.” Roy counted, shifting his grip as Tim snuffled in his sleep. “Need anything dressed?” he asked, eyeing the way Dick was favouring his left side.
“Nothing that can’t wait.”
Roy let himself drift, almost asleep again when Dick crawled in next to him, his skin warm from the shower.
Dick hissed under his breath as he pulled the blankets up around them.
“Sure you’re ok?” Roy asked quietly as Dick pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
Dick hummed, stretching his arm across Roy’s waist, to rest his hand on Tim’s hip. “Am now.”
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Date: 2010-06-21 03:44 pm (UTC)This was hot and perfect. I love Roy taking care of a hurt Tim - and the WAY he took care of him, "fans self"
And the collar! And Dick coming in to join them. "melts at the images"
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
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Date: 2010-06-22 08:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-21 08:38 pm (UTC)Loved this!
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Date: 2010-06-22 09:07 am (UTC)Thanks very much
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Date: 2010-06-26 07:42 am (UTC)Thank you!