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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Dick_Grayson/Jason_Todd/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Dick_Grayson, Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Foursome_-_M/M/M/M, Mentor/Sidekick
  Series:
      Part 5 of Everything_Spring
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-10-25 Words: 4253
****** Began to sing ******
by Petra
Summary
     Good thing they don't need babysitting.
Notes
     More gratuitous, cheerful smut. I make no excuses regarding literary
     merit.
There's something about having Dick come to visit that makes the Manor feel a
little different. Alfred always looks kind of relieved, which isn't what Jason
would figure -- one more kid to look after, on top of him and Tim (and not
always metaphorically) -- seems like a pain in the neck, not a relaxation. And
it's not like Dick is a good babysitter.
Good thing they don't need babysitting.
When Nightwing's in town, Batman usually makes an excuse about the League and
gives them space. It's not like Bruce and Dick are fighting -- exactly -- but
it's not like they're talking, either. It's one more Bat thing, that's all.
The best part is getting to flirt with him, though. Nightwing's fun to stare at
-- that uniform -- and Dick is faster with comebacks than Tim is. More willing
to actually give in and flirt, play ass-grabbing tag across rooftops, and make
'Boy Wonder' jokes that must be so old to him but still make Tim blush.
He usually tries to skip out early, and if Jason had a supermodel waiting for
him, he would too. But sometimes -- especially when Batman's off saving the
planet with the League -- they can get him to come back to the Cave and drink
Alfred's cocoa, and sometimes he sticks around longer than that.
It always makes Tim smile that whisper-smile that makes Jason want to kiss him.
It's easier to get Dick to actually kiss them in the cave, anyway. "You should
come upstairs," Jason says, and grabs his butt. He has an extremely sweet ass.
Dick grabs him in a headlock. "Why, bro?" It could be a noogie situation, but
Tim starts feeling Dick up, and Dick lets Jason go.
"It's better than the mats," Tim says, and Dick tousles his hair instead of
trying to get Jason again.
"Yeah, and Bruce is off with the League again." Jason watches Dick consider
this.
"All right. Fine. For a while, anyway." He pushes Tim's hand away -- must be
nice to have a little self-control -- and goes to change.
"You can come upstairs like that," Tim says, though he's taking off his cape.
"Alfred said he was going to sleep and he trusted us not to wreak too much
havoc while he rested."
"I'm gonna change before I go," Dick says, and gets his stuff together. He
always leaves his stuff in a neat pile, like Tim does. Jason's civvies are in a
heap.
Doesn't matter. They need to be washed anyway. "Let's go," he says, and heads
up the stairs. He can hear Tim following. He catches Tim at the top of the
stairs and whispers, "Maybe tonight --"
Tim raises an eyebrow at him. "But --"
Jason nudges him with an elbow. "The last time we talked about it, you came so
hard --"
"What?" Dick says, coming up the stairs. "Are you guys talking dirty again?"
"When do we ever stop?" Jason says, and he gets a good solid grope in -- Dick's
fingers just brush his thigh in retaliation -- before he dashes down the
hallway. "C'mon, you guys."
Tim follows him quick and they get up the stairs and around the corner to
Bruce's bedroom. Tim says, "Are you sure?"
Jason just pushes the door open and kisses him hard, walking him backward to
the bed. Tim's good; Tim goes with it. The bed's huge, and crisp, and smells
like Bruce.
Dick says, "Where the hell did you go?" from the hallway over by their rooms,
and Jason peels off his shorts and gets Tim out of his leggings before he finds
them. Dick stops in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing?"
Tim's hard and shivering already, and Jason just pets him and grins at Dick.
"What's it look like? He's not here."
"You ever heard the words 'world's greatest detective'?" Dick asks, crossing
his arms. It would be more stern if he was wearing an actual shirt.
Jason licks his palm and strokes Tim again. "Yeah, but he didn't say anything
last time."
Tim sits up a little. "Jason --"
Jason squeezes him, and he shivers.
"Last time -- you --" Dick shakes his head. "I can't believe you're this --"
"Come on, Dick." Jason jerks his chin. "Didn't you ever think about doin' it on
daddy's bed?"
"Jesus," Dick says, but he comes in and shuts the door. "You are gonna get in
so much trouble."
"You gonna tell on us, goody-two-shoes?" Jason shakes his head and helps Tim
take his tunic off. "You woulda left."
"It's Bruce," Dick says. He's got his hands on his hips. "You don't have to
tell him anything."
"Don't worry," Tim says, and his voice cracks in the middle.
Jason grins at Dick and says, "Yeah. What Robin said."
"I can't believe you --" Dick sighs, which does great things to his chest, and
sits on the edge of the bed.
"It's a whole new era," Jason says, and kisses Tim.
"Robin was never supposed to be this -- brazen."
Tim laughs -- well, he shivers funny and makes a little noise -- and pulls away
from Jason so he can kiss Dick. "I guess we're doing it wrong. You'd better
show us the right way."
"We really shouldn't be here at all," Dick says. He tries the older brother
scowl. It makes Jason take off his shirt, just to be contrary.
Tim looks blank and innocent and like he really needs to be fucked right now.
But mostly that's Jason's dick talking. "But he wasn't mad last time."
"He works in mysterious ways."
Jason stops groping Tim long enough to knock Dick over sideways. Tim gets his
hips, Jason gets his hands, and he's pinned good and thorough. "You really need
to loosen up about this," Jason says, and kisses him hard.
Dick makes an uncomfortable little noise -- no, he makes a noise like Tim's
taking off his pants. When Jason lets him breathe again, he's flushed all the
way to the edge of his collar. "You're a fucking brat."
Jason grins. "No shit." Tim's got Dick's boots off, now, and he's not actually
pinned -- and totally not running away. "You wanna play with the big boys,
Nightwing?"
Tim laughs and Dick -- growls. "Better them than you, little wing." He pulls
his hands free and lunges for Jason, pulling him down for a hard, fast kiss.
So he's not leaving.
Especially not while Tim's making those wet, happy sounds around his dick.
Nobody sane runs away from that.
"You're so --" Dick says, when Jason lets him breathe, and then he kisses Jason
again, dirty and quick. "God, you're so fucking young."
Jason nips his ear and hears Dick moan, and Tim makes that weird slurping sound
that -- Jason really can't reminisce right now. "Leave a good-looking corpse,"
he says, and Dick shivers.
"Young and fucked-up," Dick says, and tangles his fingers in Jason's hair. "Oh
-- Tim -- don't --"
Jason reaches for Tim to find out what he's doing and --
That's totally not Tim's hair.
He kisses Dick hard to make sure he doesn't freak out. But Dick's shuddering
and writhing, not running -- not at all.
Figures Bruce would be the best at absolutely everything.
Dick pushes Jason away and gasps for breath. "Jesus, Bruce," he says, "you
could've -- god --"
Jason scratches bright lines on his chest and watches him move, smooth and
athletic and utterly crazy with sex. But the way Bruce is pinning his hips
down, it's not like he can get anywhere.
Tim's staring, too, kneeling on the bed next to Dick and Jason would bet
anything he's taking notes on Bruce's technique for later. For next time.
If there is one.
Dick claws at the sheets and groans and says, "Bruce, you son of a --" and
comes hard, losing the curse in a not-word noise, arching up off the bed and
not getting anywhere. He relaxes -- melts -- back onto the mattress. "Bruce --"
Bruce sits up and licks his lips. "Yes?" He sounds completely -- normal. Like
he does this all the time.
Dick -- Dick is maybe in shock. Hard to say, but Jason's getting better at
dealing with victims. Right now he sounds like he needs a blanket and a warm
drink.
What he's got is Bruce, naked, looking at him like he's dessert. He lifts a
hand and waves it vaguely. "You shouldn't --" his voice cracks "-- shouldn't
spend time with these delinquents."
"No?"
"They're a bad influence," Dick says, and he's trying like hell to sound stern,
but he's still all flushed.
And if he really wants this to stop, he shouldn't touch Bruce at all. Let alone
pet his hair like that. It's an invitation if Jason ever saw one, and he's seen
a few.
"A bad influence on all of us." Bruce shrugs slightly. "I should send them to
their room."
"Yeah, you should," Dick says.
Jason snorts. "And if we weren't here, you wouldn't be either, bro."
"Robin," Batman says sharply.
Tim looks up and says, "Yes?" just as Jason says, "Yeah?"
Military precision R Us.
"Whose idea was this?"
Tim gives Jason a worried look. Jason winks at him -- and Bruce saw that, Bruce
sees fucking everything, but it's not like it matters. "We kinda came up with
it together," Jason says, making his voice all slow and relaxed. "You know how
it goes -- you're talking, you're sharing your mutual turn-ons, and all of a
sudden you find out both of you think the boss is sex on two legs and really
needs to bend you over and fuck you hard. And how if you just talk about it it
makes you -- I mean me -- come so hard you can't see."
Dick chokes. "You little --"
Bruce puts a hand on Dick's thigh. It shuts him up. Jason's going to have to
remember that trigger. "And that was enough to make you think this was a good
idea?"
"Well, you know," Jason says, and glances at Tim, who's blushing. "That and the
way Dickie's always flirting with you, and you don't even notice. And your
files."
"My files."
"I put in a better security system," Tim volunteers. "After I cracked the one
you had."
Bruce looks at Tim for a long moment, then kisses him. Tim -- Tim shudders hard
and clings to Bruce's shoulders.
Dick sits up and says, "Bruce!" like he's freaked out. Like he wouldn't be
kissing Tim right now if he got the chance.
"What's the matter, bro?" Jason says. "Horny again?"
Dick punches him in the shoulder. "I'm not fourteen, little wing."
Jason grins at him just to make him scowl. "Sorry, I forgot you're over the
hill."
"Jason," Bruce says, and Jason's not sure whether to deal with Dick looking
pouty, or Tim looking kissed halfway to coming, or Bruce giving him a Batman
look. Then Bruce grabs the back of Jason's shirt. Batman wins.
"Yeah?"
"This is no place for snide remarks."
And it was one thing to watch Tim melt all over Bruce. It's another thing to
really get why he did, because they were totally right about the intensity and
the focus and Jason really needs to get his pants off right the hell now.
Bruce gets that, anyway, and he doesn't even have to break the kiss -- kisses -
- to get Jason naked from the waist down.
He can hear Dick laughing somewhere far, far away -- possibly right behind him
-- and Tim's little moan-sigh.
Sometime he's going to have to get Dick back for that, but not while Bruce is
kissing him, because nothing matters all that much --
Until he stops and Jason's gasping for breath, and when he leans in for another
kiss Bruce pushes him away. "On your hands and knees," he says.
It seems like a perfectly normal request until Jason actually does it and
realizes he's sticking his ass in the air, and Dick is sitting over on the
other end of the bed watching.
With Tim on his lap, gasping, legs spread wide.
"Okay, you're right," Jason says, and maybe he's babbling but he wants to not
have them all staring at him like that. "This was a really weird idea and --
" Bruce's hand is on his ass, spreading him open, and he can't even think about
objecting anymore. "Oh, fuck, that's -- fuck me."
That noise -- Bruce is chuckling. It's gotta be a sign of the apocalypse, but
then he licks Jason and the world can end right now and it won't matter. "So
impatient," Bruce says, and licks him like that, again. Jason shudders. "You
need to focus, Robin."
"God -- how can I --" Jason looks up and Tim's staring at him, thrusting into
Dick's fist, and he can't actually watch that and feel Bruce doing that and not
just fall apart or catch on fire. "What the fuck am I supposed to focus on?"
"Patience," Bruce says -- Batman says, and Jason moans.
"Go fuck yourself --" and he can't breathe, really. His voice is getting
hoarse. "I'm being goddamn patient. Fuck me now."
"Don't do it," Tim says, and Jason feels as all alone in the world as he can
feel with Bruce's tongue up his ass and Tim writhing a couple of feet away. If
anybody's supposed to be on Jason's side, it's Tim. "Don't do it yet. He can
come from that."
"I fucking hate you all," Jason says. "Don't fucking stop -- I -- don't -
- please, Bruce, god, don't stop."
"Does he always wriggle like that?" Dick says -- to Tim, right, and they're
laughing together at Jason. It makes him hate them even more -- almost as much
as he hates Bruce.
Except for Bruce's tongue, and Bruce's hands on his thighs.
Those are okay.
"He likes being scratched, actually," Tim says, and that's totally his clinical
Robin voice.
Bruce swipes his nails down Jason's thigh and Tim is so going to die a
lingering death.
Possibly by orgasm overdose.
"Jesus, I hate you," Jason says, and when he tries to push against Bruce's
tongue he gets nowhere, and when he tries to pull away he gets nowhere. It's
just hot and wet and perfect and it's driving him fucking crazy that they're
over there commentating. "You should fucking die. Bruce -- please, please, just
fuck me already, please --"
"Maybe you need something else to do with your mouth," Dick says. "Something to
shut you up."
"Don't be -- oh, fuck -- a greedy bastard," Jason says. "I'll fucking bite you
-- Bruce, please -- don't --"
"Oh, not for me," Dick says. "Think of poor Tim."
"It's okay," Tim says quickly. "I'm just --"
"Give me something," Jason says, and he can look up for a second at Tim, who's
still leaning against Dick -- his pupils are blown and he's naked and hard and
gorgeous -- "Fuck me. I don't care -- I just -- Bruce I hate you, I hate you,
Tim, please." It's like torture and heaven, and more like torture, really, the
longer it goes on. "Fuck me, I can't -- I -- not like this --"
Tim touches his mouth and maybe he doesn't mean it like that but Jason can't
help it, he has to suck Tim's fingers now, and hard. Maybe Tim's talking to him
or maybe he's just remembering how he sounds when he uses all that scary Robin-
focus for sex -- "You're amazing on your knees, when you're all spread open and
wet, begging for it. It's like you'd let anyone do this to you, except I know
it's for me. Or for them -- because you know they know, and they're watching."
The roughness of Tim's calluses on his tongue and the slick thrust of Bruce's
tongue is finally enough, and Jason comes swearing in his head and groaning out
loud, around Tim's fingers.
Tim pets his cheek while he's gasping for breath. "Do you still hate me?"
"I'm going to kill you in your sleep."
Tim smiles. "You'd miss me."
"I wouldn't take it well, either," Bruce says, and tugs Jason backward. He's
not entirely sure he can manage sitting upright at this point, but he can lean
against Bruce.
Who is definitely horny. Only fucking fair at this point.
"I guess I won't kill him while you're looking, then," Jason says, and writhes
against him, just to be a tease.
Bruce mouths his neck. "Is he always this insatiable?"
Tim laughs. Except maybe Bruce doesn't know it's a laugh, because it's really
quiet. "Sometimes."
"I only asked you ten million times to fuck me," Jason says, and this time when
he writhes, Bruce pushes back a little.
"Accuracy is essential."
"Fuck accuracy." Jason wriggles again and Bruce smacks him. "Fuck me, dammit."
Bruce makes one of his quiet thinking noises. "We'll have to work on patience
another time."
"Finally!" Jason says, and if he wasn't so boneless he'd do a victory dance
while Bruce is looking for the lube.
Tim says, "It's a miracle you ever get out of bed," like he's not sitting on
Dick's lap and smiling at Dick that way that almost makes Jason hate them both.
"Fuck you," Jason says, and it's not the snappiest comeback of all time, but
Bruce's finger pushing into him is distracting enough that he has an excuse.
Bruce says, "Jason, stop cursing."
Tim chokes. Dick's sniggering. It takes a second for Jason to get words back.
"What the fuck?"
Bruce stops moving his hand. "It's inappropriate language for Robin to use."
"I've been swearing all goddamn night. What's special about right now?" Jason
turns to look at Bruce, and Bruce glowers at him.
It's pretty impressive even though he's sure it's an act. "I asked you to
stop."
"What are you gonna do about it, turn me over your fucking knee?" Jason sticks
his tongue out at Bruce.
"Don't tempt me."
"I think you wanna fuck me too much to do anything else right now."
Bruce laughs against his neck. "You flatter yourself."
Jason leans back against him again. "Yeah fucking right." Bruce pushes him away
-- and it's easy to roll, to not hit Dick or Tim, but Jason's still startled.
"Tim," Bruce says.
Jason dies a little at the startled look on Tim's face. He should know he's not
last-picked around here, even if he kind of is.
And he dies a little again when Bruce says, "Come here."
"I'm sorry," Jason says. "Really. I won't swear anymore."
Bruce ignores him completely and kisses Tim. The way Tim sighs makes Jason dig
his fingernails into his palms.
"I'm sorry, I said." He's being selfish, and he knows it. There's no reason he
shouldn't just kiss Dick or sit on him or whatever Tim's been doing.
Bruce stops kissing Tim after what seems like a really, really long time and
says, "Do you think he means it?"
Tim shrugs. "Right now, sure, but there's really only one way to shut him up."
"Hm." Bruce kisses Tim again -- for ever and ever or at least a minute -- and
says, "We'll have to work with the known methods, then."
"At least for now." Tim turns and grins at Jason -- really grins.
Jason hasn't been so scared since the time his grapple choked over Waid Avenue.
"I guess you want me to go to bed?"
Dick throws a pillow at him. "Don't be a dumbass."
"Dick," Bruce says.
"Sorry. I meant don't be stupid."
Jason throws the pillow back. "I'm not stupid. You're a -- a jerk."
Bruce laughs one of those stifled Batman chuckles. "Jason, come here."
Jason feels kind of pathetic and kind of like he's getting in Tim's way, but he
sidles over. "Yeah?"
Bruce kisses him again and pathetic -- doesn't matter. Tim almost doesn't
matter, except that Jason can hear him gasp a little like he's the one getting
kissed. Jason's about ready to promise Bruce he'll never even say 'darn' again
as long as he lives when Bruce breaks the kiss and says, "Get back on your
knees."
It doesn't feel as weird, this time. Maybe his self-respect is somewhere in the
wet spot. Maybe it's just that Dick's not laughing, and Tim's really looking at
him, not just staring. "Hey," Jason says, "does this mean everything's okay?"
"When wasn't it?" Tim asks, and he's smiling. So maybe it is okay. "Now -- do
you want to swear some more, or do you want help being quiet?"
Jason grins at him. "'Blow me' isn't a swearword."
"Real classy," Dick says sardonically from where he's lounging on the bed.
Jason wishes he'd kept the pillow to throw now instead.
"Yeah, well you can just -- be quiet. You big meanie." Jason winks at Tim, who
kneels in front of him. "Help me shut the -- be quiet, yeah, sure."
"Now that that's settled --" Bruce's fingers are slick against him, and it's
almost a relief. Then again, it's been a few minutes, so now the feeling makes
him horny.
"F -- I -- it's okay, Bruce," Jason says, and he feels like his tongue's not
working right. He can do this, but it's really hard to be in bed and not
cursing. It makes everything a different color. Less blue, maybe. Less
something. "I'm -- I'm okay."
Bruce runs his free hand down Jason's back and over his thighs. "Your habits
are horrible." He pushes in a little and Jason gasps.
"Oh -- oh -- Tim -- please --" It's hard to think about how to open his mouth
without swearing and how to move his tongue without making those sounds, but it
helps to not be able to, plain and simple. Bruce's hand is on his hip, not
holding him still this time, and Tim's fingers are in his hair.
It feels really overwhelming and bizarrely safe. Home shouldn't be the place
where you get well and truly fucked -- or maybe it should, because there aren't
many things that taste more familiar or better than Tim. And nothing else
really feels quite like Bruce over him, on him, and in him.
This is the part where the music swells, except it's also the bad porn music.
It makes Jason want to laugh, and then Bruce thrusts into him again and he
moans around Tim's dick. Tim says, "Oh, Jason," which is good, great, normal.
And then he says, "God -- Dick --" and shudders.
Jason lets him go and the rhythm's all off because Bruce pushes into him again
then and he's breathless for a second. "What?" he says.
"Just lending a hand," Dick says, and he reaches past Tim to tousle Jason's
hair.
Tim sighs. "Jason -- don't stop."
If he had the time, he'd say something snarky about how he doesn't need Dick's
help to get Tim off. Except it's not the right place, and maybe Bruce would get
irritated again. So instead, he goes back to sucking Tim off, and if he moves a
little more than normal, at different speed, Jason can sort of compensate.
Or he could, perfectly, if Bruce wasn't -- he can use the word, in his head -
- fucking him. There are wet noises that don't line up, too -- maybe it's Dick
fingering Tim, maybe somebody's kissing somebody else if they can reach. It's
not as important as Bruce sighing or Tim groaning, and not half as immediate
and perfect as the way they feel and the way he's supposed to make them feel,
if he can only manage to move in just the right way at just the right time.
They hit a rhythm, finally, that makes Jason whimper with wanting it never to
stop and needing to come right now. Bruce's hand is on him, stroking him in
time, and Tim is thick in his mouth. They're moving together like they would be
in a fight.
But now they're focused on him, on fucking him, on using him -- and he can't
wait anymore, even if he should, and he's coming.
Bruce makes a noise, behind him, not a word or anything like it, but his hands
are shaking and -- he's coming, and part of Jason says 'not yet' and part of
him is just so glad he'll get to breathe, soon. Tim whimpers -- and that's
something else to deal with, now that he can think a little and get the suction
just right, just what Tim usually needs to make him buck like that and tug on
Jason's hair as he comes.
When Tim lets him go, Jason says, "Oh -- oh gosh golly gee freakin'
whillikers," and Bruce chuckles.
"Impressive performance," Dick says, and Jason reaches past Tim and grabs his
hand.
"Stop being such a b -- pain in the neck, bro." Jason uses Dick as a
counterbalance to help him kneel up -- he's still all shaky. "If you want
something, just ask."
Dick gives him one of those measuring looks that make him feel like maybe he's
not Robin enough, and then he looks at Bruce. "I've gotta get back to New
York."
Tim frowns and says, "But --"
Dick pulls his hand away from Jason with a twist. "Places to go. People to
see." He looks at Bruce again and gets out of bed.
"Dick," Bruce says.
Dick says, "Don't," and pulls on his tights.
"I don't know about you," Jason says loudly, "but I really need a f-- freaking
shower."
Tim gives him a worried look, but gets it when Jason rolls his eyes. "Yeah, me
too."
They manage to get out of bed without Bruce even scowling at them -- he's too
busy staring at Dick to notice the way Jason staggers -- and out the door
before Dick's dressed.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea," Tim says while they're streaking toward the
bathroom.
"Nobody's shouting," Jason says, and swats his ass. "It'll be okay."
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