Fic: Only this
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munninTitle: Only this
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jason/Tim
Fandom: DCU!AU WWNSTW
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.
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alexiel_neesan has eaten my brain! Written as a reaction to this brilliant poster for her We Will Never Save The World - The Dark Knight series.
I should so be asleep by now!
Tim let his head fall back, trusting his weight to Jason as his brother, enemy, lover, cupped him through his tights. There was nothing he could do to muffle his moan as Jay’s gloved hands traced the firm curves of his hard-on through the thin fabric.
The rasp of Jason’s stubble against his skin only served to heighten the sensation as Jason shook off his glove, pushing aside Tim’s belt to press and pull and stroke.
“Not here.” Tim breathed, feeling his face flush. “Not in the cave.”
“Not our cave babybird.” Jason growled, twisting his wrist to make Tim moan. “If not here, where?”
Tim had no answer, his lips parting as each stroke of Jason’s strong hand dragged the air from his lungs and hurried the race of his heart. “But Bruce...?”
“Is busy.” Jason growled, chafing his prickly chin over Tim’s smooth cheeks, eyeing with pleasure the scratches that reddened his too-pale skin. “Forget him. It’s just me.” He dropped his hand, squeezing Tim’s balls just tight enough to make the young man whine. “Forget everything but this.”
Tim whimpered as Jay stroked him, too hard, too fast and yet just enough to make everything fall away...
Dick, Bruce, his family, his life. For a single blissful moment there was nothing but the blinding pleasure of Jason’s touch, his strength, his heat.
As the young man arched in his arms, Jason bit down on Tim’s tender throat, marking his claim as Tim cried prettily and incoherently in release.
Tim fell limp in Jason’s arms, eyes closed against the world and the wrongly fluorescent lights of the cave, holding on to that feeling for as long as he could. He kept them closed as Jason tucked him in and lifted him like a child, carrying him into the lift and towards their room.
As the doors of the lift opened, Jason glanced over his shoulder and nodded.
From across the cave, in the shadow of the Tumbler, Bruce saw...and understood.
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jason/Tim
Fandom: DCU!AU WWNSTW
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.
alexiel_neesan has eaten my brain! Written as a reaction to this brilliant poster for her We Will Never Save The World - The Dark Knight series. I should so be asleep by now!
Tim let his head fall back, trusting his weight to Jason as his brother, enemy, lover, cupped him through his tights. There was nothing he could do to muffle his moan as Jay’s gloved hands traced the firm curves of his hard-on through the thin fabric.
The rasp of Jason’s stubble against his skin only served to heighten the sensation as Jason shook off his glove, pushing aside Tim’s belt to press and pull and stroke.
“Not here.” Tim breathed, feeling his face flush. “Not in the cave.”
“Not our cave babybird.” Jason growled, twisting his wrist to make Tim moan. “If not here, where?”
Tim had no answer, his lips parting as each stroke of Jason’s strong hand dragged the air from his lungs and hurried the race of his heart. “But Bruce...?”
“Is busy.” Jason growled, chafing his prickly chin over Tim’s smooth cheeks, eyeing with pleasure the scratches that reddened his too-pale skin. “Forget him. It’s just me.” He dropped his hand, squeezing Tim’s balls just tight enough to make the young man whine. “Forget everything but this.”
Tim whimpered as Jay stroked him, too hard, too fast and yet just enough to make everything fall away...
Dick, Bruce, his family, his life. For a single blissful moment there was nothing but the blinding pleasure of Jason’s touch, his strength, his heat.
As the young man arched in his arms, Jason bit down on Tim’s tender throat, marking his claim as Tim cried prettily and incoherently in release.
Tim fell limp in Jason’s arms, eyes closed against the world and the wrongly fluorescent lights of the cave, holding on to that feeling for as long as he could. He kept them closed as Jason tucked him in and lifted him like a child, carrying him into the lift and towards their room.
As the doors of the lift opened, Jason glanced over his shoulder and nodded.
From across the cave, in the shadow of the Tumbler, Bruce saw...and understood.
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Date: 2010-10-18 04:07 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing the slash
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:43 am (UTC)