fic: Weekend at Robin's
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munninTitle: A weekend at Robin’s
Pairings: Dick/Connor/Tim /Roy...kinda...
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: Happy Birthday![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
saphire_dance! Sorry it took me so long! Written as a sequel/continuation to Rooftop Games. Hope you like it babe!
Connor followed Roy across the rooftops, sliding down the fire escape and in through the window of Robin’s nest. The studio apartment was small and neat but well tricked out. Connor could just make out a number of hidden panels and traps.
“Make sure you turn the alarms back on.” Tim called, pulling on a tee-shirt.
“Sure,” Roy fiddled with something hidden in the seams of the window sash. “So I take it we’re not going back out tonight?”
Dick came out of the bathroom and tossed a bundle of clothes to Roy. “Come on Speedy. We have pizza to pick up.”
Connor started to say something but Dick waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry Connor, I’m all over it. I ordered a super-vegetarian for you.” He caught the keys Tim tossed to him. “Anyone want anything while we’re out?”
“Zesti please?” Tim called, pulling a couple of six pack of beer out the cupboard and transferring them to the fridge.
“Done and done.” Dick called. “Back in a bit.”
He and Roy tumbled out the front door, just couple of civilians out for pizza on a Friday night.
Connor watched them go, his world spinning slightly.
Tim rested a hand on his arm and for a moment Connor felt grounded. “There are some spare clothes in the bathroom if you’d like to change.”
Connor centred himself around Tim’s touch. Robin was...a master of his craft, a leader to admire and look up to... And his brother’s lover. “I’m not... I’m not certain how to precede, Robin.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, Connor.” Tim turned him gently, his hand warm and comforting against Connor’s arm. “It’s just the four of us this evening. Pizza, movies, a couple of beers.” He let his hand drift up Connor’s bicep.
Connor found his breath catching in his throat. “Robin I-”
“Tim.” He chided, “Not Robin. Not here, not tonight.”
“Tim.” Connor nodded, feeling the blush working its way up his cheeks.
“I’ve made you uncomfortable.” Tim let go and stepped back, getting out of Connor’s personal space.
“It’s not...Tim please I...”
“Gear down. You’ll feel better.” Tim said gently, nodded towards the bathroom. “Dick and Roy won’t be long.”
Connor took his time getting changed. The clothes were well worn and comfortable, and clearly larger than Tim’s size. Connor couldn’t help but wonder who they belonged to. Dick and Roy both seemed to keep spares here but who else frequented Tim’s base? The thought made Connor’s gut tighten uncomfortable.
“I’m glad they fit you.” Tim said with a quiet smile as Connor emerged, “Jay hasn’t visited for a while but I still keep a set around, just in case.”
“I didn’t realise you were close with Jason.” Connor knew very little about the middle brother of the Bat-family but he was under the impression that Red Hood was currently working on the other side of the law.
“I’m not.” Tim shrugged, “Not anymore.”
There was a sadness to Tim’s tone, a bone deep regret that made Connor want to comfort him somehow. Almost automatically Connor’s hand drifted to Tim’s shoulder. Tim’s shirt was thin with wear and without his gloves, the warmth Tim’s skin radiated through.
Tim all but purred under Connor’s touch.
Connor hesitated and went to pull away but Tim caught his hand. “Connor, it’s ok.”
“I’m sorry Tim. It’s just...I...”
Tim gave a gently smile. “We’ve disrupted your view of the world, haven’t we?”
Connor answered it with a smile of his own, if a somewhat confused one. “It never occurred to me that you and my brother might be lovers.”
“Oh.” Tim stepped back, “I’m sorry Connor, I didn’t realise you saw that.”
“You were...somewhat preoccupied.” Connor paused a moment, clearly trying to order his thoughts. “How did you and he...No, wait,” he turned to walk away. “I’m sorry; I haven’t the right to ask.”
“Conner, it’s alright.” Tim reached out and rested a hand on the archer’s arm. “I was going through a rough patch and needed someone outside the family to talk to. Roy was there for me.” Tim gave a soft and distant smile. “I own him a great debt of gratitude.”
“Is that what this is about?” Connor asked, his voice low and worried.
Tim cocked his head with a sigh. “Not at all. Connor, tonight is just about relaxing and being ourselves. No debts, no masks, no pressure, no complications. Just the four of us.”
Connor let himself drift closer to Tim’s touch. “What if I desire...complication?” It was hard now not to think about the look of Roy’s face, the taste of Dick’s kiss.
Tim’s smile was warm and promising. “Then it can get as complicated as you’d like.” His hand slid slowly up Connor’s arm, cupping the archer’s neck.
Connor found himself leaning in as Tim pulled him closer, his lips already half parted for the kiss he could not have imagined a few short hours ago. Kissing Robin was nothing like kissing Nightwing had been. Tim’s lips were mobile against his, hunger and hot. As Dick’s kiss promised, Tim’s demanded. He wrapped his arms around Tim’s waist and, emboldened by the younger man’s moan, opened himself to the kiss, answering with a moan as Tim’s tongue slid against his.
Tim stiffened suddenly and pulled away, leaving Connor breathless and wondering what he’d done wrong.
“You owe me five bucks Speedy.” Dick observed, watching from the doorway, Roy at his side. “Told you they’d start without us. That’s what you get for leaving Tim wanting.”
Tim turned on his brother, his eyes flashing dangerously and Roy had just enough time to rescue the pizzas before Tim crash-tackled Dick to the floor.
“You ok little ‘mano?” Roy asked as he dumped the food and groceries on the coffee table.
Connor stood stunned, his fingers hovering against his slightly swollen lower lips. He dragged a deep breath into his lungs, suddenly coming back to himself. “I...” he ducked his head, trying to hide the blush working its way across his dark features.
Roy reached out to steady his dazzled brother. “Greedy. Isn’t he?”
Connor huffed a shocked little laugh. “I would have said passionate.”
“That and very much more.” Roy teased, cupping Connor’s flushed cheek.
“Roy, are you certain you’re alright with...” Connor trailed off, his eyes drawn to the very large bed in the corner.
“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t.” Roy swiped his thumb over Connor’s slightly damp lips. “The question is how ok are you with all this?”
Connor shuddered a little under Roy’s touch. “I’m...I’d like to but I...”
“Just say it Connor.” Roy prompted.
“There are lines I’m not ready to cross.” Connor admitted softly, his voice breaking slightly. “With you.”
Roy caught the youth’s chin as Connor tried to look away. “Hey? It’s okay. I understand. If you wanna keep things on a brotherly level; that’s cool with me. As long as you don’t mind me watching. ”
Connor frowned, confused and concerned. “I don’t wish to exclude you from...participating in any way but...”
“But just not with you.” Roy smiled and took a step back. “Five by five little brother, heard and understood.”
Unfortunately the step back brought him into range of the combatants on the floor and Dick grabbed his ankle, using the leverage to pull himself out of Tim’s hold. Roy teetered for a second, unbalanced by Dick’s move and reached out to catch himself as he fell, dragging Connor down with him.
They swiftly became entangled in a four way wrestling match on the soft pile of Tim’s carpet, each pitting their training and strength against the others. Tim, it turned out was very, very ticklish behind his knees and thrashed wildly, kicking out hard as Dick and Roy ganged up on him. “Connor!” Tim squeaked, fighting to protect his ticklish knees. “Help me!”
Connor grabbed for Dick and managed, at least for a moment, to take Nightwing by surprise. The lithe vigilante writhed and wiggled as Connor pinned him, testing his flexibility against Connor’s strength but Connor was determined he could keep the upper hand. It took every trick he knew to find a way to hold Dick down and somehow he ended up straddling the Bat, his feet tucked behind Dick’s knees and his broad hands wrapped around Dick’s wrists.
Dick smirked up at him and tried to squirm away but Connor tightened his grip. Dick went still all of a sudden, his lips parted in a soft, almost pained gasp.
“Forgive me, I’ve hurt you.” Connor started to pull back but Roy was suddenly behind him, wrapping his long, blunt fingers over Connor’s hands to tighten his grip again.
“Oh you haven’t hurt him Connor.” Roy whispered in his brother’s ear, his breath warm on Connor’s cheek. “You’ve got him all hot and bothered.” He squeezed tighter, grinning as Dick’s eyes rolled in a breathless pant. “Dickie here’s always had a bit of a thing about being held down. Don’t you Short-pants?”
Dick moaned softly as Roy let go, bucking under Connor as the younger archer forced his wrists against the carpet. “Connor...please...” He arched into Connor’s hold, bitting his lip to hold back another moan. “Oh god...please touch me...”
Connor felt the breath catch in his throat. Dick Grayson, the most beautiful and desirable man in the community was pinned beneath him, flushed with need and begging to be touched.
The solid swell in Dick’s jeans rubbed against Connor’s thigh as he moved and the Bat’s eyes rolled with passion. “Please Connor, please!” he whimpered desperately.
Caught by Dick’s desire, Connor surged forward, pressing his lips to Dick’s with all the passion and hunger Tim had kissed him earlier. He pressed down as Dick rocked agaisnt him, his own mounting need hard against Dick’s hip as their bodies aligned.
Dick panted into the kiss, opening himself completely as Connor bore down on him. He thrust against Connor’s muscular thigh once, twice and stiffened, coming with a breathless moan against Connor’s mouth.
Connor let go as Dick fell back to the carpet, limp and panting. He stared for a long moment at Dick’s flushed face, reaching up to brush the tangled black hair back from Nightwing’s face. “Are you...are you alright?”
Dick gave breathless little laugh and reached a lethargic hand up to cup Connor’s cheek, his sky blue eyes opening slowly. “God yes. Connor, that was...incredible.” His smile was so bright, so dazzling it made Connor’s heart skip. “Thank you.”
“And they call me speedy?” Roy muttered teasingly, sitting just a few feet away with Tim in his lap. “When was the last time you creamed your shorts that fast Dickie?”
Connor pulled away in shock. He’d forgotten about Roy and Tim; he’d forgotten they were in Robin’s nest and the rapidly cooling pizza. Honestly he forgotten everything and everyone from the moment he’d realised Dick Grayson was beneath him, burning with desire. “I...I’m so sorry...” He got up and rushed towards the bathroom, shamefaced and panicking.
Dick scrambled to his feet, chasing Connor as the archer pulled away. ‘Hey, hey, hey. Connor wait!” He caught hold of the archer’s shoulder and turned him, cupping Connor’s face. “Please Connor, there’s nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by. That was beautiful and so, so very hot. Please, please Connor, don’t run from me?” He petted Connor’s face and hair in frantic comforting gestures. “Please, please, it’s okay. Just...” He pulled Connor into a hug, whispered in his ear. “Just ignore Roy, he’s being an ass but he’s right; I haven’t come that hard or fast in a long time.” He pressed a kiss to the soft skin behind his ear. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone who made me so needy.” He eased back, kissing the corner of Connor’s mouth. “Please Connor, please don’t pull away.”
Connor trembled under this outpouring, his face red with the creeping blush he couldn’t hide. “I’m not...I’m not experienced...I’m nothing special.” He stammered.
Dick growled impatiently, peppering the archer’s cheek with kisses. “Connor, you are beautiful and wonderful and so, so special. Never believe otherwise.” He reached down, entwining his fingers in Connor’s and drawing him towards the bathroom. “Come with me, away from the others for a little bit.”
Connor let himself be lead, still shaking as Dick closed the door and pushed him gently against it.
“You are so beautiful Connor, so special. Please let me show you how special?” With an almost unnatural grace, Dick slid to his knees in front of Connor, reaching for his fly.
“Dick!” Connor tried to move back, bumping against the wood of the door. “You don’t...you don’t have to!”
“I want to.” Dick purred. “Please Connor, I want to show you the pleasure you showed me.”
Connor coloured again as Dick parted his borrowed jeans to reveal his wilted erection. “I...I’ve never...not before, not with anyone...” He stammered, embarrassment clouding his voice.
Dick rocked back on his heel and looked up at him, his bright blue eyes holding neither pity nor disgust, only hope. “Connor, I would be honoured if you would consent to allow me to be the first to pleasure you like this.”
Dick’s beauty, his earnest adoration made Connor’s heart skip again and he leant back against the door, letting his eyes slip closed. “Please.” The word formed on his lips almost as a pray, as soft as a breathed kiss. The first touch of Dick’s hot lips on the head of his penis was enough to drag all the blood in his body to his groin in a single surge, leaving him lightheaded and spinning. He reached out, resting a hand on Dick’s shoulder to steady himself and Dick hummed his approval, only served to make Connor more lightheaded.
“ख़ुदा हाफ़िज़” Connor swore, leaning heavily on the wall as Dick slowly, teasingly lapped at his cock. His earlier embarrassment was lost as he surged back to hardness in the warm cavern of Dick’s mouth. He’d never really given much thought to this act but clearly Dick had and it was enough to drive Connor clean out of his mind. He tangled his fingers thoughtlessly in Nightwing’s hair, driven by pure animal pleasure.
Dick wrapped his hands around Connor’s hips, urging the young man on as Connor thrust into his mouth in short, aborted jerks. The archer was devastatingly beautiful in his passion and Dick redoubled his efforts, determined to make this as good for Connor as possible.
Connor lost himself in Dick, his eyes rolling in his head as his orgasm overtook him, shattering his vision into a sea of white.
It seemed like forever before he came back to himself, too lost to be embarrassed that he was sprawled across Dick’s lap, his head resting against the acrobat’s chest.
Dick kissed Connor’s forehead as the young man’s eyelashes fluttered. “Go slow, it’ll take a sec to get your bearings back.”
Connor shifted his head, feeling Dick’s slightly elevated heartbeat against his ear. “Did I...” He started, shame starting to heat his cheeks again.
“Shh,” Dick soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You blacked out for a sec but its ok. It's good to let it overcome you, to enjoy the moment so completely.” He smiled, “I have to admit it’s also a little flattering.”
Connor sat up slowly, eyeing Dick’s bright smile. The acrobat’s mouth was red and bruised. “I lost control, I’ve hurt you.” Connor’s brow furrowed, reaching up to brush a thumb over Dick’s lips.
“Not at all.” Dick caught his hand and kissed it. “I just hope you enjoyed it too.”
“I have known nothing that could compare to such rapture.” Connor answered earnestly, leaning in to kiss Dick softly.
Dick brushed his fingers through Connor’s short hair, snorting as the archer’s stomach rumbled. “How ‘bout I get cleaned up while you go see if our brothers have eaten all the pizza?”
Connor nodded and let Dick help him to his feet, still strangely unsteady with the aftershocks of his release. He emerged, almost timidly from the bathroom to find Tim and Roy sprawled out on the couch. Tim’s head rested against Roy’s chest, their fingers entwined as they talk quietly. The garlic aroma lingered but there was no sign of pizza.
“I put them in the oven to keep warm.” Tim called, reading Connor’s mind as he untangled himself from Roy’s embrace. “Do you mind giving me a hand with them? Someone,” he slapped Roy hard across the flat of the thigh, “Needs to go apologise to his best friend for being an ass.”
Roy held his hands up in surrender. “I’m going, I’m going!” He pushed Tim to his feet and wandered across to the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a click.
Connor followed Tim to the small galley kitchen, keeping out of the way as Tim unloaded pizzas and pulled glasses down from the cupboard.
“How do you feel?” Tim asked quietly, handing Connor a handful of napkins.
“A little shaky I must admit.” Connor ducked his head, hiding yet another blush.
Tim nodded understandingly. “Dick has that affect. If you’re not careful he’ll spoil you for life.”
There was something in Tim’s tone that made the question Connor had been avoiding leap to his lips. “Do you and he...I mean Dick’s your brother is he not? How do you...”
Tim took pity on him and held out a hand. “I consider Dick my brother yes but not in a biological sense. And he was my first crush long before I had that honour.” He sighed and put the bottle of Zesti he was reaching for down. “He’s a generous lover, and he’ll never lie to you. Every word of what he said to you was the truth, it always is.” There was something hurt in Tim’s tone, something bitter.
“Did he lie to you, Tim?” Connor asked, edging closer to cup the young man’s shoulder.
“No. Never.” Tim sighed again, “But he loves freely and openly, and can’t be kept.”
Connor let his hand trail up to Tim’s cheek. “I have taken him from you?”
“No. No, that’s not it.” Tim caught his hand and brought it to his lips just as Dick had done. “Dick is like a wild creature - to tame him would be to break him and in doing so, destroy his beauty. No, the fault is mine; I’m greedy and want too much.”
Connor pulled Tim in, kissing him deep and hard. “Would you be greedy with me Tim Drake?”
Tim licked his lips and pushed Connor against the bench, returning the kiss with equal passion. “Yes,” he growled, dragging Connor’s bottom lip between his teeth. “Gladly.”
“Put him down Tim!” Dick called, reaching around them to collect the stack of pizzas. “I’m starving. You two beautiful boys can make out after we eat.”
Tim turned in Connor’s arms, glaring at Dick. “So says the man who turned a sparring session into some light bondage earlier.”
Dick tsked. “Strength play, not bondage. Get your terminology right, Robin; accuracy is everything.”
Tim growled under his breath at what sounded to Connor like something Batman would say. But rather than tackling Dick again, Tim ground back against Connor, his hands stroking the archer’s thighs. “Just for that,” Tim started, dropping his voice till it was soft and husky, “I think I might throw you and Roy out after dinner. I don’t think you deserve to watch as Connor nails me to the bed.”
“Oh that’s mean, little brother,” Dick purred, dumping the pizzas to lean into them both, pressing back till Tim was trapped between them. “You wouldn’t do that would you?” He nuzzled at Tim’s throat, wrapping his arms around Robin to stroke Connor’s hip. “You don’t want me to go do you Connor?”
Connor panted softly as Dick pushed Tim back into him. “I hardly think it’s my decision; this is Robin’s place after all.” He leant in to kiss the younger Bat’s shoulder through the thin shirt. “However I have no objections to you watching.”
Dick laughed and grabbed the pizzas. “Come on, time to eat.”
Tim dropped a soft kiss on Connor’s cheek before scooping up the glasses and following his brother towards the loungeroom.
Connor leant back on the bench for a moment, waiting for his heart to slow and his breathing to even out. Having Tim pressed between them was...impossibility hot, and Connor felt himself harden again. The thought of himself pressed between them as Roy watched...now that...oh... He adjusted himself carefully and followed to join them on the couch.
Friday night was still young, and they had the whole weekend ahead of them...
Pairings: Dick/Connor/Tim /Roy...kinda...
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: Happy Birthday
saphire_dance! Sorry it took me so long! Written as a sequel/continuation to Rooftop Games. Hope you like it babe!Connor followed Roy across the rooftops, sliding down the fire escape and in through the window of Robin’s nest. The studio apartment was small and neat but well tricked out. Connor could just make out a number of hidden panels and traps.
“Make sure you turn the alarms back on.” Tim called, pulling on a tee-shirt.
“Sure,” Roy fiddled with something hidden in the seams of the window sash. “So I take it we’re not going back out tonight?”
Dick came out of the bathroom and tossed a bundle of clothes to Roy. “Come on Speedy. We have pizza to pick up.”
Connor started to say something but Dick waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry Connor, I’m all over it. I ordered a super-vegetarian for you.” He caught the keys Tim tossed to him. “Anyone want anything while we’re out?”
“Zesti please?” Tim called, pulling a couple of six pack of beer out the cupboard and transferring them to the fridge.
“Done and done.” Dick called. “Back in a bit.”
He and Roy tumbled out the front door, just couple of civilians out for pizza on a Friday night.
Connor watched them go, his world spinning slightly.
Tim rested a hand on his arm and for a moment Connor felt grounded. “There are some spare clothes in the bathroom if you’d like to change.”
Connor centred himself around Tim’s touch. Robin was...a master of his craft, a leader to admire and look up to... And his brother’s lover. “I’m not... I’m not certain how to precede, Robin.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, Connor.” Tim turned him gently, his hand warm and comforting against Connor’s arm. “It’s just the four of us this evening. Pizza, movies, a couple of beers.” He let his hand drift up Connor’s bicep.
Connor found his breath catching in his throat. “Robin I-”
“Tim.” He chided, “Not Robin. Not here, not tonight.”
“Tim.” Connor nodded, feeling the blush working its way up his cheeks.
“I’ve made you uncomfortable.” Tim let go and stepped back, getting out of Connor’s personal space.
“It’s not...Tim please I...”
“Gear down. You’ll feel better.” Tim said gently, nodded towards the bathroom. “Dick and Roy won’t be long.”
Connor took his time getting changed. The clothes were well worn and comfortable, and clearly larger than Tim’s size. Connor couldn’t help but wonder who they belonged to. Dick and Roy both seemed to keep spares here but who else frequented Tim’s base? The thought made Connor’s gut tighten uncomfortable.
“I’m glad they fit you.” Tim said with a quiet smile as Connor emerged, “Jay hasn’t visited for a while but I still keep a set around, just in case.”
“I didn’t realise you were close with Jason.” Connor knew very little about the middle brother of the Bat-family but he was under the impression that Red Hood was currently working on the other side of the law.
“I’m not.” Tim shrugged, “Not anymore.”
There was a sadness to Tim’s tone, a bone deep regret that made Connor want to comfort him somehow. Almost automatically Connor’s hand drifted to Tim’s shoulder. Tim’s shirt was thin with wear and without his gloves, the warmth Tim’s skin radiated through.
Tim all but purred under Connor’s touch.
Connor hesitated and went to pull away but Tim caught his hand. “Connor, it’s ok.”
“I’m sorry Tim. It’s just...I...”
Tim gave a gently smile. “We’ve disrupted your view of the world, haven’t we?”
Connor answered it with a smile of his own, if a somewhat confused one. “It never occurred to me that you and my brother might be lovers.”
“Oh.” Tim stepped back, “I’m sorry Connor, I didn’t realise you saw that.”
“You were...somewhat preoccupied.” Connor paused a moment, clearly trying to order his thoughts. “How did you and he...No, wait,” he turned to walk away. “I’m sorry; I haven’t the right to ask.”
“Conner, it’s alright.” Tim reached out and rested a hand on the archer’s arm. “I was going through a rough patch and needed someone outside the family to talk to. Roy was there for me.” Tim gave a soft and distant smile. “I own him a great debt of gratitude.”
“Is that what this is about?” Connor asked, his voice low and worried.
Tim cocked his head with a sigh. “Not at all. Connor, tonight is just about relaxing and being ourselves. No debts, no masks, no pressure, no complications. Just the four of us.”
Connor let himself drift closer to Tim’s touch. “What if I desire...complication?” It was hard now not to think about the look of Roy’s face, the taste of Dick’s kiss.
Tim’s smile was warm and promising. “Then it can get as complicated as you’d like.” His hand slid slowly up Connor’s arm, cupping the archer’s neck.
Connor found himself leaning in as Tim pulled him closer, his lips already half parted for the kiss he could not have imagined a few short hours ago. Kissing Robin was nothing like kissing Nightwing had been. Tim’s lips were mobile against his, hunger and hot. As Dick’s kiss promised, Tim’s demanded. He wrapped his arms around Tim’s waist and, emboldened by the younger man’s moan, opened himself to the kiss, answering with a moan as Tim’s tongue slid against his.
Tim stiffened suddenly and pulled away, leaving Connor breathless and wondering what he’d done wrong.
“You owe me five bucks Speedy.” Dick observed, watching from the doorway, Roy at his side. “Told you they’d start without us. That’s what you get for leaving Tim wanting.”
Tim turned on his brother, his eyes flashing dangerously and Roy had just enough time to rescue the pizzas before Tim crash-tackled Dick to the floor.
“You ok little ‘mano?” Roy asked as he dumped the food and groceries on the coffee table.
Connor stood stunned, his fingers hovering against his slightly swollen lower lips. He dragged a deep breath into his lungs, suddenly coming back to himself. “I...” he ducked his head, trying to hide the blush working its way across his dark features.
Roy reached out to steady his dazzled brother. “Greedy. Isn’t he?”
Connor huffed a shocked little laugh. “I would have said passionate.”
“That and very much more.” Roy teased, cupping Connor’s flushed cheek.
“Roy, are you certain you’re alright with...” Connor trailed off, his eyes drawn to the very large bed in the corner.
“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t.” Roy swiped his thumb over Connor’s slightly damp lips. “The question is how ok are you with all this?”
Connor shuddered a little under Roy’s touch. “I’m...I’d like to but I...”
“Just say it Connor.” Roy prompted.
“There are lines I’m not ready to cross.” Connor admitted softly, his voice breaking slightly. “With you.”
Roy caught the youth’s chin as Connor tried to look away. “Hey? It’s okay. I understand. If you wanna keep things on a brotherly level; that’s cool with me. As long as you don’t mind me watching. ”
Connor frowned, confused and concerned. “I don’t wish to exclude you from...participating in any way but...”
“But just not with you.” Roy smiled and took a step back. “Five by five little brother, heard and understood.”
Unfortunately the step back brought him into range of the combatants on the floor and Dick grabbed his ankle, using the leverage to pull himself out of Tim’s hold. Roy teetered for a second, unbalanced by Dick’s move and reached out to catch himself as he fell, dragging Connor down with him.
They swiftly became entangled in a four way wrestling match on the soft pile of Tim’s carpet, each pitting their training and strength against the others. Tim, it turned out was very, very ticklish behind his knees and thrashed wildly, kicking out hard as Dick and Roy ganged up on him. “Connor!” Tim squeaked, fighting to protect his ticklish knees. “Help me!”
Connor grabbed for Dick and managed, at least for a moment, to take Nightwing by surprise. The lithe vigilante writhed and wiggled as Connor pinned him, testing his flexibility against Connor’s strength but Connor was determined he could keep the upper hand. It took every trick he knew to find a way to hold Dick down and somehow he ended up straddling the Bat, his feet tucked behind Dick’s knees and his broad hands wrapped around Dick’s wrists.
Dick smirked up at him and tried to squirm away but Connor tightened his grip. Dick went still all of a sudden, his lips parted in a soft, almost pained gasp.
“Forgive me, I’ve hurt you.” Connor started to pull back but Roy was suddenly behind him, wrapping his long, blunt fingers over Connor’s hands to tighten his grip again.
“Oh you haven’t hurt him Connor.” Roy whispered in his brother’s ear, his breath warm on Connor’s cheek. “You’ve got him all hot and bothered.” He squeezed tighter, grinning as Dick’s eyes rolled in a breathless pant. “Dickie here’s always had a bit of a thing about being held down. Don’t you Short-pants?”
Dick moaned softly as Roy let go, bucking under Connor as the younger archer forced his wrists against the carpet. “Connor...please...” He arched into Connor’s hold, bitting his lip to hold back another moan. “Oh god...please touch me...”
Connor felt the breath catch in his throat. Dick Grayson, the most beautiful and desirable man in the community was pinned beneath him, flushed with need and begging to be touched.
The solid swell in Dick’s jeans rubbed against Connor’s thigh as he moved and the Bat’s eyes rolled with passion. “Please Connor, please!” he whimpered desperately.
Caught by Dick’s desire, Connor surged forward, pressing his lips to Dick’s with all the passion and hunger Tim had kissed him earlier. He pressed down as Dick rocked agaisnt him, his own mounting need hard against Dick’s hip as their bodies aligned.
Dick panted into the kiss, opening himself completely as Connor bore down on him. He thrust against Connor’s muscular thigh once, twice and stiffened, coming with a breathless moan against Connor’s mouth.
Connor let go as Dick fell back to the carpet, limp and panting. He stared for a long moment at Dick’s flushed face, reaching up to brush the tangled black hair back from Nightwing’s face. “Are you...are you alright?”
Dick gave breathless little laugh and reached a lethargic hand up to cup Connor’s cheek, his sky blue eyes opening slowly. “God yes. Connor, that was...incredible.” His smile was so bright, so dazzling it made Connor’s heart skip. “Thank you.”
“And they call me speedy?” Roy muttered teasingly, sitting just a few feet away with Tim in his lap. “When was the last time you creamed your shorts that fast Dickie?”
Connor pulled away in shock. He’d forgotten about Roy and Tim; he’d forgotten they were in Robin’s nest and the rapidly cooling pizza. Honestly he forgotten everything and everyone from the moment he’d realised Dick Grayson was beneath him, burning with desire. “I...I’m so sorry...” He got up and rushed towards the bathroom, shamefaced and panicking.
Dick scrambled to his feet, chasing Connor as the archer pulled away. ‘Hey, hey, hey. Connor wait!” He caught hold of the archer’s shoulder and turned him, cupping Connor’s face. “Please Connor, there’s nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by. That was beautiful and so, so very hot. Please, please Connor, don’t run from me?” He petted Connor’s face and hair in frantic comforting gestures. “Please, please, it’s okay. Just...” He pulled Connor into a hug, whispered in his ear. “Just ignore Roy, he’s being an ass but he’s right; I haven’t come that hard or fast in a long time.” He pressed a kiss to the soft skin behind his ear. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone who made me so needy.” He eased back, kissing the corner of Connor’s mouth. “Please Connor, please don’t pull away.”
Connor trembled under this outpouring, his face red with the creeping blush he couldn’t hide. “I’m not...I’m not experienced...I’m nothing special.” He stammered.
Dick growled impatiently, peppering the archer’s cheek with kisses. “Connor, you are beautiful and wonderful and so, so special. Never believe otherwise.” He reached down, entwining his fingers in Connor’s and drawing him towards the bathroom. “Come with me, away from the others for a little bit.”
Connor let himself be lead, still shaking as Dick closed the door and pushed him gently against it.
“You are so beautiful Connor, so special. Please let me show you how special?” With an almost unnatural grace, Dick slid to his knees in front of Connor, reaching for his fly.
“Dick!” Connor tried to move back, bumping against the wood of the door. “You don’t...you don’t have to!”
“I want to.” Dick purred. “Please Connor, I want to show you the pleasure you showed me.”
Connor coloured again as Dick parted his borrowed jeans to reveal his wilted erection. “I...I’ve never...not before, not with anyone...” He stammered, embarrassment clouding his voice.
Dick rocked back on his heel and looked up at him, his bright blue eyes holding neither pity nor disgust, only hope. “Connor, I would be honoured if you would consent to allow me to be the first to pleasure you like this.”
Dick’s beauty, his earnest adoration made Connor’s heart skip again and he leant back against the door, letting his eyes slip closed. “Please.” The word formed on his lips almost as a pray, as soft as a breathed kiss. The first touch of Dick’s hot lips on the head of his penis was enough to drag all the blood in his body to his groin in a single surge, leaving him lightheaded and spinning. He reached out, resting a hand on Dick’s shoulder to steady himself and Dick hummed his approval, only served to make Connor more lightheaded.
“ख़ुदा हाफ़िज़” Connor swore, leaning heavily on the wall as Dick slowly, teasingly lapped at his cock. His earlier embarrassment was lost as he surged back to hardness in the warm cavern of Dick’s mouth. He’d never really given much thought to this act but clearly Dick had and it was enough to drive Connor clean out of his mind. He tangled his fingers thoughtlessly in Nightwing’s hair, driven by pure animal pleasure.
Dick wrapped his hands around Connor’s hips, urging the young man on as Connor thrust into his mouth in short, aborted jerks. The archer was devastatingly beautiful in his passion and Dick redoubled his efforts, determined to make this as good for Connor as possible.
Connor lost himself in Dick, his eyes rolling in his head as his orgasm overtook him, shattering his vision into a sea of white.
It seemed like forever before he came back to himself, too lost to be embarrassed that he was sprawled across Dick’s lap, his head resting against the acrobat’s chest.
Dick kissed Connor’s forehead as the young man’s eyelashes fluttered. “Go slow, it’ll take a sec to get your bearings back.”
Connor shifted his head, feeling Dick’s slightly elevated heartbeat against his ear. “Did I...” He started, shame starting to heat his cheeks again.
“Shh,” Dick soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You blacked out for a sec but its ok. It's good to let it overcome you, to enjoy the moment so completely.” He smiled, “I have to admit it’s also a little flattering.”
Connor sat up slowly, eyeing Dick’s bright smile. The acrobat’s mouth was red and bruised. “I lost control, I’ve hurt you.” Connor’s brow furrowed, reaching up to brush a thumb over Dick’s lips.
“Not at all.” Dick caught his hand and kissed it. “I just hope you enjoyed it too.”
“I have known nothing that could compare to such rapture.” Connor answered earnestly, leaning in to kiss Dick softly.
Dick brushed his fingers through Connor’s short hair, snorting as the archer’s stomach rumbled. “How ‘bout I get cleaned up while you go see if our brothers have eaten all the pizza?”
Connor nodded and let Dick help him to his feet, still strangely unsteady with the aftershocks of his release. He emerged, almost timidly from the bathroom to find Tim and Roy sprawled out on the couch. Tim’s head rested against Roy’s chest, their fingers entwined as they talk quietly. The garlic aroma lingered but there was no sign of pizza.
“I put them in the oven to keep warm.” Tim called, reading Connor’s mind as he untangled himself from Roy’s embrace. “Do you mind giving me a hand with them? Someone,” he slapped Roy hard across the flat of the thigh, “Needs to go apologise to his best friend for being an ass.”
Roy held his hands up in surrender. “I’m going, I’m going!” He pushed Tim to his feet and wandered across to the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a click.
Connor followed Tim to the small galley kitchen, keeping out of the way as Tim unloaded pizzas and pulled glasses down from the cupboard.
“How do you feel?” Tim asked quietly, handing Connor a handful of napkins.
“A little shaky I must admit.” Connor ducked his head, hiding yet another blush.
Tim nodded understandingly. “Dick has that affect. If you’re not careful he’ll spoil you for life.”
There was something in Tim’s tone that made the question Connor had been avoiding leap to his lips. “Do you and he...I mean Dick’s your brother is he not? How do you...”
Tim took pity on him and held out a hand. “I consider Dick my brother yes but not in a biological sense. And he was my first crush long before I had that honour.” He sighed and put the bottle of Zesti he was reaching for down. “He’s a generous lover, and he’ll never lie to you. Every word of what he said to you was the truth, it always is.” There was something hurt in Tim’s tone, something bitter.
“Did he lie to you, Tim?” Connor asked, edging closer to cup the young man’s shoulder.
“No. Never.” Tim sighed again, “But he loves freely and openly, and can’t be kept.”
Connor let his hand trail up to Tim’s cheek. “I have taken him from you?”
“No. No, that’s not it.” Tim caught his hand and brought it to his lips just as Dick had done. “Dick is like a wild creature - to tame him would be to break him and in doing so, destroy his beauty. No, the fault is mine; I’m greedy and want too much.”
Connor pulled Tim in, kissing him deep and hard. “Would you be greedy with me Tim Drake?”
Tim licked his lips and pushed Connor against the bench, returning the kiss with equal passion. “Yes,” he growled, dragging Connor’s bottom lip between his teeth. “Gladly.”
“Put him down Tim!” Dick called, reaching around them to collect the stack of pizzas. “I’m starving. You two beautiful boys can make out after we eat.”
Tim turned in Connor’s arms, glaring at Dick. “So says the man who turned a sparring session into some light bondage earlier.”
Dick tsked. “Strength play, not bondage. Get your terminology right, Robin; accuracy is everything.”
Tim growled under his breath at what sounded to Connor like something Batman would say. But rather than tackling Dick again, Tim ground back against Connor, his hands stroking the archer’s thighs. “Just for that,” Tim started, dropping his voice till it was soft and husky, “I think I might throw you and Roy out after dinner. I don’t think you deserve to watch as Connor nails me to the bed.”
“Oh that’s mean, little brother,” Dick purred, dumping the pizzas to lean into them both, pressing back till Tim was trapped between them. “You wouldn’t do that would you?” He nuzzled at Tim’s throat, wrapping his arms around Robin to stroke Connor’s hip. “You don’t want me to go do you Connor?”
Connor panted softly as Dick pushed Tim back into him. “I hardly think it’s my decision; this is Robin’s place after all.” He leant in to kiss the younger Bat’s shoulder through the thin shirt. “However I have no objections to you watching.”
Dick laughed and grabbed the pizzas. “Come on, time to eat.”
Tim dropped a soft kiss on Connor’s cheek before scooping up the glasses and following his brother towards the loungeroom.
Connor leant back on the bench for a moment, waiting for his heart to slow and his breathing to even out. Having Tim pressed between them was...impossibility hot, and Connor felt himself harden again. The thought of himself pressed between them as Roy watched...now that...oh... He adjusted himself carefully and followed to join them on the couch.
Friday night was still young, and they had the whole weekend ahead of them...
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Date: 2010-09-08 12:29 pm (UTC)Yeah Connor's a difficult one. In some areas he is so much more mature than his peers and yet, is such an innocent sometimes.
I hope to continue this story...at some point. RL really gets in the way sometimes! I could do with less of it!