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munninTitle: Dress ups.
Characters: Kon/Tim (Superboy/Robin III), Dick/Roy (Nightwing/Arsenal).
Rating: NC-17 but only just, mostly for rude words.
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Summary: At the annual DC Halloween party Kon’s costume throws Tim off completely.
Warning: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Author’s notes: written for
sammage_art as inspired by this fantastic piece of art!Hope you like it Sam!
Tim glared at Kon, angry and startled as the camera flash went off.
“Oh that’s gold!” Gar giggled, flicking the screen back to show them. “You should see the look on your face Robin!”
Kon kept him arms around Tim as he leaned in to see it but Robin elbowed him hard, pushing him out of the way as he disappeared into the crowd.
“What’s all that about?” Gar asked as they stared after Robin. “Man I think he’s pissed with you.”
“Shit.” Kon rubbed his not-really-bruised stomach. “I wanted to surprise him. I kinda thought he’d be pleased you know?”
Gar raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “Seriously? You thought dressing up as the Bat would make Robin happy? Wow. You’ve got more issues than he does.”
Kon stood there, mouth open like a goldfish as Gar vanished into the crowd, camera at the ready.
Fuck...this wasn’t part of the plan! Tim was meant to punch him in the arm and laugh...or at least smile and make one of those sharp little jokes of his...not storm off looking like he’s ready to murder someone.
Kon did a quick lap of the party, looking for any sign of Robin. Tim was his best friend and somehow he’d fucked that up. He had to make it right...somehow...
But there was no sign of Kirk’s gold tunic anywhere.
Across the party a tall guy dressed as Zorro caught his eye and nodded towards the stairs. Kon gave him a grateful smile and bolted up the stairs. Of course! What was he thinking? Tim was a Batbrat; they all had a thing for rooftops.
He eased the roof door open, half expecting to find it blocked or booby trapped but nothing exploded or stuck. So far, so good...
On the far side of the roof he could see Tim’s slight form, outlined against New York’s constant glow of light pollution. Even without the Robin suit, he still looked primed to spring, his whole body tight and ready as he paced the roof’s edge.
“Hey man. You might wanna be carefully up there.” Kon called in what he hoped was a friendly tone. “I don’t reckon Kirk caries a grapnel line.”
Tim snorted, not looking up. Kon took the fact he wasn’t actively glaring as a good sign and edged closer. He reached the ledge Robin was pacing and leant on in, successfully halving Tim’s brooding space.
“I’m sorry man. I think I goofed...” he started but Tim jumped down from the ledge, still didn’t look at him. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s not you.” Tim muttered, now pacing the flat of the roof top.
“Then what?” Kon walked up behind Tim, watching his friend’s body language shift from brooding to combat ready. Just how many sharp little Robin-toys could he have hidden in those tight pants? “Please Tim? Talk to me?” As he stepped closer, a breeze caught the light fabric of the costume’s cape, brushing it forward against the back of Tim’s carves.
Tim shuddered, almost painfully.
“Oh shit.” Kon whispered, caught out by the sudden realisation. “It’s the suit isn’t it? It’s the thought of Batman that’s doing this to you isn’t it?”
Tim couldn’t answer but he shuddered again as Kon ran a gauntleted hand over his best friend’s shoulders.
“How long...” The question hung in the air for a long minute.
“Always.” Tim whimpered, bitting his lip to hold back a moan as the cape enveloped them both, caught in the chilled breeze.
“Does he know?” Kon asked, carefully rubbing the iron bar of tense muscle that ran across the top of Tim’s back.
Tim gulped, shaking his head.
“Will you tell him?” Kon tried to pull his friend into a hug but Tim was shaking now.
“No!” The reply was usually loud for Robin, always so calm, always so together but now...
Kon heard a distant voice, right on the edge of his enhanced hearing. “Cup the back of his neck.” The voice urged gently. “It’ll calm him down.”
Unsure what else to do, Kon followed the whispered instructions and wrapped one gloved hand lightly around the back of Robin’s neck. Almost instantly the tension bled out of Tim’s frame, leaving him pliant and trusting. If it wasn’t for the fact he could now get his arms around Tim safely Kon might be pissed - someone had conditioned Robin to respond to that.
But that thought could wait, Tim was starting to shake again as Kon realised he was absently stroking the chest of the gold tunic with Batman’s gloves...or at least a cheap version of them...
And the smell of arousal...coming off Tim in waves....
Kon couldn’t find the strength to stop himself as his hand dipped lower, brushing Tim’s stomach. Tim’s knees trembled as his breath hitched but Kon wrapped an arm around his chest, holding them both up.
Kon’d never seen Tim like this, so flushed and open, his lips red and swollen with biting. For all the fantasizing he’d done; he’d never let himself think it could ever happen...or ever wanted Tim as badly as he did right now...
But Tim wanted Batman...or at least the closest thing he could get...
“The scar on his throat.” The distant voice whispered and Kon knew he was lost. He’d drifted off staring at that scar way too many times – wanting to see it clearly, feel it under the tips of his fingers, ask Robin how he got it...but with his arms so tight around Tim’s chest...it was close enough to...
Tim lost the fight and moaned long and low as Kon pushed back his collar and lapped at his scar, tracing pale line with the point of his tongue, sucking lightly.
Robin pushing back against Kon’s body as he writhed. “Oh god.” He whimpered breathlessly, grabbed Superboy’s hand and forcing it lower.
Kon growled and nearly came as Tim pushed into his palm, his lithe body shuddering.
“Please?” Tim sobbed brokenly, bucking up into Kon’s hand. “Oh god please just...”
“I’ve got you.” Kon gasped, fighting not to squeeze Tim too tight as he ground against Robin’s tight ass.
They move together, rocking to the rhythm of the blood pounding in their veins till Kon bit down on Tim’s throat, covering the scar with his mouth and coming hard. Tim went rigid in his arm, moaning Batman’s name as he spilt hot and wet beneath Kon’s hand.
Sticky in his thin Bat costume, Kon lowered them both to the concrete, automatically pulling Tim into his lap. For long minutes neither of them could do anything but breath, waiting for their pulses to slow as shuddering aftershocks ripping though them both.
“I’m so sorry.” Tim whispered after an eternity of silence.
“What?” Kon shook his head. Why the hell was Tim apologising? “What for?”
Tim shifted off Kon’s lap, clearly trying to pull himself together. As Kon watch he saw the beautiful, wild young man he’d just held vanishing under the controlled mask of Robin.
“You won’t to know what effect the suit would have on me. I had no right to overreact like that. I lost control and I apologise. It will never happen again.” Robin’s voice was steady and controlled and in Kon’s view, far too fucking distant for someone who’d been moaning in his arms a few minutes ago.
Kon was on his feet and chasing Tim across the roof as he started to walk away. “Hey!” He grabbed Tim’s shoulders, forcing Robin to face him. “Don’t you dare walk away like that...” As Tim jerked back Kon realised how rough he was being. “Just give me a sec here.” He took a deep breath, fighting to find the right words. “I get that the suit threw you but...that’s ok you know. You’re fucked up about Batman, I know but...we’ve all got weird shit with our mentors. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing...” He was babbling now and he knew it but he had to get Tim to understand. “We’re friends and friends help each other work out the weird shit. If this is what you need then...”
Tim met his eye for the first time since Kon came out on the roof, a sharp, ironic little smile on his lips. “Are you offering to dress up as the Bat to get me off?”
“If that’s what you need.” Kon answered honestly. “If that’s what you want.”
Tim leaned in close, resting his forehead against Kon’s. “What if I want you dressed up as Superboy?”
Kon’s grin covered his face as he wrapped his arms loosely around Tim’s waist. “That, I can definitely do.”
Tim smiled again, this time warmer and more relaxed as he surveyed Kon’s stained costume. “I don’t suppose you brought a change of clothes?” Kon shook his head. “Me neither.”
“Looks like I’ll have to fly us back to the Tower. What a pity, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves all night...”
Tim bit his lip to hide the grin as he wrapped his arms around Kon’s neck, bracing as they took off in a blur of grey and gold.
***
Two buildings across Nightwing folded up his binoculars, rolling onto his back to slip them into a hidden pocket of his costume. He tucked his hands under his head and stretched the kinks out of his spine, making the white shirt of his Zorro costume ride up slightly.
A Robin Hood shaped shadow detached itself from the darkness and sauntered towards him. “I’m all for tormenting Short-pants the third but don’t you think that’s going a bit far?” Arsenal asked as he knelt over Nightwing, settling on his lover’s thighs.
“He needed to know.” Dick muttered as he ran his hands up Roy’s legs, feeling the hard muscle under the tights. “The longer it take for Robin to acknowledge his feeling towards Batman, the harder it would be to cope with.”
“You sound like you speak from experience.” Roy teased, sliding his hands under Zorro’s shirt, twisting Dick’s nipples just hard enough to make him gasp.
“I own my kinks.” Dick shrugged, moving under his lover’s touch.
“So should I be looking for a Batsuit in my size?” Roy grinned, only just dodging the punch as Dick swung at him, rolling them over so Dick’s dark hair fell over his face. “Or a Robin suit maybe?”
“You,” Dick grinned as he pinned Roy to the cold concrete, “Are so dead!”
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Date: 2009-11-04 08:12 am (UTC)Thank you so much for this! <3
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Date: 2009-11-04 08:44 am (UTC)Ha! I dare you to draw Dick as Zorro! (pleasepleasepleaseplease)
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Date: 2009-11-04 11:20 pm (UTC)But then...how does Dick know how badly Tim’s scar kink is? I leave that question with you...
And thanks.
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Date: 2009-11-04 02:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-11-04 03:27 pm (UTC)Of course! What was he thinking? Tim was a Batbrat; they all had a thing for rooftops.
*hah* This made me laugh. And I guessed that Zorro was Nightwing!
Kon heard a distant voice, right on the edge of his enhanced hearing. “Cup the back of his neck.” The voice urged gently. “It’ll calm him down.”
This was really hot, this whole voyeur-giving-instructions thing.
Tim leaned in close, resting his forehead against Kon’s. “What if I want you dressed up as Superboy?”
Oh YES, this struck exactly the right note, because Tim really does love Kon.
Excellent job, and a great balance between emotion-porn and porn-porn. A great story for me to wake up to this morning!
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Date: 2009-11-04 11:30 pm (UTC)Dick is just, by nature, a pervert! And helping his little brother get where he needs to be is just the sort of thing that would come naturally to him. Although I do have to wonder how Kon will cope once he’s had time to think about it.
Porn and coffee! What a wonderful way to start the day. Thanks for your lovely comments and I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2009-11-14 03:10 pm (UTC)Liked this a lot!
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Date: 2009-11-14 09:28 pm (UTC)Thanks very much and I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2009-11-17 05:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-17 12:09 pm (UTC)I seriously thought that it was Bruce in the Zorro costume and was freaking out as I read it. But it being Dick just makes it perfect.
I can really appreciate some good Tim/Batman even though Tim/Bruce squicks me so much and you perfectly captured why. I'm so glad that Tim really wanted Kon in the end.
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Date: 2009-11-17 12:55 pm (UTC)I’ve challenged Sammage to draw me Dick as Zorro but thus far the muses have not moved so I live in hope.
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Date: 2009-11-17 01:02 pm (UTC)That would be awesome. I love Sammage's drawings. Especially her Zatara. Mmmmm
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