Fic; Van Fever

[munnin]

Title: Van Fever
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: the band, Dick/Tim
Fandom: Band!AU
Continuity: Pre-Black Orchid.
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.

Happy Birthday faile_neume! So angsty Dick/Tim? Are you sure you want that?

They’d been on the road nearly three days, taking turns driving. Pushing themselves to the very limits on caffeine and hope. They would have flown the distance but the storms were getting worse and the only way to make the gig was to push it. Three days and they had long past the point where they hated each other. Petty jokes and little things they’d normally shake off was driving them mad, driving each other mad.

Dick and Jason intentionally sat as far away from each other as the small van would allow. The last argument had gotten physical, tackling each other across the back seat. Alfred had pulled the van over and waited in silent reproof till they stopped. He never said a word but they both felt it - the bone-deep disappointment that only Alfred could project.

Damian had his iThing plugged in, consciously separating himself from the others. Too often this trip Steph and Jay teased him, goaded him to the point of reacting to their petty taunts. Only Tim’s sharp hiss had pulled them up and made them leave him alone. Closed off by his music, Damian fumed at having to be ‘rescued’ by his older brother...again...

Tim had given up trying to mediating, given up speaking completely after Dick and Jay had finally went each other. Somehow it’d reached a point where he felt like they both deserved the hurt.

It was Alfred who finally called it, pulling the van over at an anonymous roadside motel and getting out without a word. A few minutes later he returned, handing them keys - a separate room for each of them. “Get some sleep, all of you.” He said gravely, retrieving his over-night back from the back of the van. “There is a cafe down the road. Breakfast is at 10am. I don’t expect to see any of you before then unless there is an emergence. Understood?”

The five of them shuffled their feet, somewhat mortified. Dick reached into the back of the van and fished out their bags, passing Tim’s to him.

Tim took it without a word, not meeting his older brother’s eye as he turned away, unlocking the door to his room with a thump.

Steph and Jay glanced at each other before doing the same.

The hotel was cheap and nasty but contained beds and showers. That was all they really needed right now.

Dust clouded off the mattress as Dick flopped back onto it, staring up at the stained roof. He was supposed to be the mature one, the leader. He was supposed to be setting an example, not thumping Jay one for being a prick. He should pulled Steph and Jason up before they drove Damian to the point their youngest brother’s fists were clenched, his eyes flashing with violence. He shouldn’t have been the one who caused Alfred to look at them like the children they once were.

He should have done the right thing...

Rather than sleeping, Dick grabbed a quick shower and pulled a jacket on. He had things to do.

The convenience store a few blocks from the motel wasn’t very big but it had what he needed. Bourgmont tea for Alfred (he’d be turning his nose up at the Earl Grey in the mini bar in the morning), the latest issue of several of Damian’s favourite comics, a motorcycle magazine Jay liked, some fresh fruit for Steph (something she lamented the lack of while they were on the road.)

But Tim... What to get Tim?

He slipped the comics and mag under D and Jay’s doors and boxed up the tea and fruit to leave for Alfred and Steph.

“That was sweet of you.” Tim said quietly, hovering in the darkness of his own doorway.

“Needed to say sorry.” Dick shrugged. “Just didn’t know how.”

Tim held his ground as Dick edged towards him. “And what did you get me?”

Dick took Tim’s hands and kissed them softly. “I...I have nothing Tim. I owe you so much but...I don’t know how...”

“Get in here.” Tim scowled, pulled Dick into the room with him, “You’re making a scene.”

Dick eyed the room, just as empty and barren as his own – horrid bedspread, awful brown on brown painting, mildewy walls. Tim’s bag sat on the chair, his clothes still neatly folded within.

“Reminds me of our first place in New York.” Tim muttered, handing Dick a glass of water.

“The cockroaches were bigger there.” Dick answered, sipping the drink. “I’m sorry Babybird. I should have taken better care of everyone.”

Tim shrugged, “It’s just the van, Dick. Alfred’s right, we’ll all be ok once we’ve slept.”

“But I-” Tim silenced him, pressing a finger to Dick’s lips.

“If it bothers you, make it up to me.” Tim whispered, pushing Dick slowly back to sit on the edge of the bed, climbing into his lap. “Tire me out enough I’ll sleep tonight.”

Dick buried his face in Tim’s throat, kissing the soft skin and breathing in his scent. After so long in the van, they all smelt the same, noses shut down in self defence but this was Tim’s smell – clean and cool from the shower, warm to the touch. “What would I do without you?” he whispered, slowly unbuttoning Tim’s shirt as he kissed down the hollow of his throat.

“You shouldn’t take it all on yourself Dick.” Tim purred, tangling his fingers in Dick’s long hair. “You’re only human.”

“I need to be more.” Dick muttered, trailing the tip of his tongue over Tim’s nipple. “I need to be-” Dick gasped as Tim pulled in his hair, forcing his brother to look up at him.

“You’re not Bruce.’ Tim growled, holding Dick’s eye. “Stop trying to be.” He dove in, bitting down on Dick’s throat hard enough to mark.

Dick whimpered as Tim pushed him down, grinding against him. “Tim...” he whined as Tim pushed his hands to the hideous bedspread. “Let me...please...”

“Not yet.” Tim growled, pushing back Dick’s shirt. “This first.”

Dick moaned as Tim trailed hot, sharp kisses down his neck and chest, each one of them hard enough to mark. Tomorrow Dick would be covered in them, unable to hide them from the others, reminders that he needed to let go sometimes.

Dick’s hands flitted over Tim’s skin, pulling at his clothes as Tim pushed him down.

Tim moaned as Dick skinning him out of his jeans and rolled them, pinning him to the bed.

“God Tim.” Dick purred, kissing him fierily. “You have no idea how much I need you.”

Tim chuckled, “I’d point out the irony of that but...” He buried his hand in Dick’s hair and pushed him down.

Dick licked his lips at the sight of Tim’s straining erection, precome pearling at the tip. He splayed his fingers out over Tim’s hips as he swallowed him to the root.

Tim groaned, his fingers tugging and pulling at Dick’s hair as he pumped slowly into the older Robin’s mouth. Dick was a master at this and there was nothing Tim could do but hold on and enjoy, moaning long and low as Dick worked his tongue up and down his shaft.

Dick backed off, feeling how close to the edge Tim was. It would be so easy to make Tim come, to make him shake and cry but not yet...not yet.

With one last lap he crawled up Tim’s body, twisting to pull his lithe little brother on top of him, rocking against him. “Tim I...”

“Do it.” Tim moaned breathlessly, “Just...” Gracelessly he reached for his bag, feeling for the little tube of lube stashed there.

Dick covered his hand and took the tube. “Let me.” He wasted no time slicking his fingers and sliding between Tim’s thighs.

Tim moaned, arching back as Dick breathed him slowly.

Dick purred, kissing Tim’s throat as the youth moaned. He loved this part, love the feeling of Tim flexing against him, of Tim’s muscles tight and hot around his fingers, the keening little noises Tim made with every brush over his prostate. There was something so...gratifying about being able to make Tim lose control like this.

“Enough!” Tim growled, breathless and impatient as Dick worked him open. “Please Dick.”

“I’ve got you baby. I’ve got you.” Dick rolled them over again, pinning Tim under him. He pushed in, kissing Tim through the burn.

Tim breathed a long sigh as Dick breathed him. “God...”

Dick chuckled darkly, “Not even close.” He thrust in hard, driving the air from Tim’s lungs.

In the next room, Jay growled and pulled the pillow over his head; cursing cheap hotels, thin walls and his bastard brothers. He’d be happy for them if they weren’t so “FUCKING LOUD!” He yelled at the wall, thumping it hard enough to make it rattled.

Tim shook and groaned, letting himself fall limp on the bed as Dick lowered himself into his embrace. Their sweat dewed foreheads touched as they kissed, slow and tender.

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?” Dick asked teasingly as he cleaned them both up.

Tim’s eyes were half closed and heavy as Dick lay down next to him. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.” He crooned, holding out his arms to pull Dick close. “Do you think Alfred will be mad if you don’t go back to your room tonight?”

“If he can forgive me for what happened in the van, he’ll forgive me for this.” Dick whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Tim’s head.

Tim chuckled. “Jay on the other hand...” the rest of the sentence was lost in a yawn, leaning in and curling up against Dick’s chest.

“We’ll deal with that in the morning.” Dick kissed him again, asleep before his head hit the pillow.

The next morning at breakfast everyone was much calmer. Alfred greeted each of them with a soft smile, ordering their favourites for them without a thought, the citrus scent of Bourgmont on his breath. Damian was absorbed in his comics but smiled tolerantly as Dick ruffled his hair. Steph chomped her apple as she passed them on the way in, pushing up on her toes to kiss Dick’s cheek as she passed. Jay, however...

Dick ducked as Jay slapped him up the back of head with the magazine, reaching across to steal the cherry off the top of Dick’s stack of pancakes.

“Hey!” Dick protested but Jay raised his hand again.

“Shut your gob Dickie.” Jay growled. “And I’m not taking the first shift driving. Some bastards,” He stole a piece of banana off Tim’s plate, “kept me up half the night.”

But as they piled back into the van, Jay stopped Dick, pressing him against the side of the van. “Nice hickies Grayson.” He growled softly, his lips hovering just above the largest of the bite marks on Dick’s throat. “But next time you pull a stunt like that, I’ll mark you up myself. And believe me; you won’t be sitting straight for days.”

Dick moaned as Jason rocked against him, pinning him to the van and mouthing the reddened skin. “Promise or a threat?” he asked breathlessly.

“Both.” Jay hissed, wrenching the door open and pushing Dick in.

Just another day on the road...