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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse
  Relationship:
      Clark_Kent/Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson/Roy_Harper, Cassandra_Cain/Jason
      Todd, Damian_Wayne/Colin_Wilkes, Tim_Drake/Kon-El
  Character:
      Clark_Kent, Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson, Roy_Harper, Cassandra_Cain, Jason
      Todd, Damian_Wayne, Colin_Wilkes, Tim_Drake, Kon-El
  Additional Tags:
      Five_Times, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting
  Series:
      Part 5 of Watching_Robins_and_Bats
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-13 Words: 1135
****** Getting Lucky Isn’t Always Lucky ******
by miss_music666_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Four times Tim walked in on people having sex, and one time the
     opposite happened.
The First Time: Or the Time Kon was Proven Right
Dick sank down, until his hips were pressed flush into Roy’s, a groan pulling
at his lips. Roy was sloppily pressing wet kisses to Dick’s neck and chest,
lightly nipping at a collar bone before meeting Dick’s mouth.
Roy’s open mouth pressed to his own, Dick licked the roof of his mouth and
sucked his tongue, grinding Roy’s dick into his ass in little hip rolls. Roy
groaned once more into his mouth and collapsed back onto the couch, holding
onto Dick’s hips, gripping them in a tight, bruising hold. He snapped his hips
back and up, hitting that sweet spot in Dick.
Dick let out a mighty moan, head falling back, neck barred, back arching. Roy
moved one hand up to thumb at Dick’s nipple, then slid it back down to grasp
Dick’s thighs, lifting them both up from the couch. Dick wrapped his long legs
around Roy’s waist, bucking forward onto Roy’s hips.
Roy slammed him into the wall, pulling back his hips just enough, then slamming
back in, over and over until Dick was writhing against him.
“Please, Roy, Roy, ugh, oh,” Dick had reached that phase of heightened ecstasy
where he started embarrassing himself. “Please. Please, Roy, oh, plea-”
“Dick are you o - Oh my, God, I’m so-so sorry!” Dick and Roy froze, turning
their head towards the door.
There stood Tim. Dick’s youngest brother. Shit.
The Second Time: Or the Time Tim was Scarred Beyond All Belief
Bruce kissed Clark’s knee, looking up into Clark’s clear blue eyes. He licked
and nipped his way up Clark’s inner thigh, until he reached the heavy cock
bobbing against Clark’s flat stomach.
He licked around the base of his cock, sucked one of his balls into his mouth,
rolling the other one in his fingers.
But Bruce Wayne is ever the tease, so the first time Clark bucked into Bruce’s
mouth, he moved down the other thigh, giving it the same treatment the other
received. Bruce gently massaged Clark’s thighs, resting between Clark’s strong
legs and panting, gaze fixed on Clark’s.
Bruce licked his lips and nuzzled Clark’s thin pubic hair, breathing in his
musky scent. He mouthed at the base of Clark’s cock, licking up the thick vein
that ran on the underside. He sucked the head into his mouth, tasting Clark’s
strong flavor.
Just as Clark’s head had brushed the back of his throat, the door to Bruce’s
office slammed open. “Bruce, din-ARGH!” Bruce choked on Clark’s cock and almost
threw up as it slid out of his mouth. He turned and saw the tail end of Tim
turning the corner.
“OH MY GOD, I’M SCARRED FOR LIFE! ALFRED I NEED BLEACH FOR MY EYES!”
The Third Time: Or the Time Where They Didn’t Realize
The two people were so intwined, Tim was sure that they wouldn’t notice if the
earth fell down around them.
Jason was gently kissing Cass, holding her tight to him and slowly thrusting in
and out, in small movements. Cass, normally so quiet, was making high, light,
mewing noises, clutching at Jason’s long back.
Tim had never seen any two people fit so right together. When he closed the
door, it made a low clicking noise, and he heard Jason softly ask, “Did you
hear something?”
The Fourth Time: Or the Time Tim Wanted to Kill Himself Because He’s So Damn
Pathetic
It was one thing for Dick or Jason or Steph or Bernard to lose their virginity
before Tim. Dick was four years older than Tim. Jason is about one year older,
with the added effect of living on the streets most of his life. Steph had
intimacy issues. And Bernard. Well Bernard’s Bernard.
But Damian is five. years. younger. than him, and if that isn’t a blow to the
ego, then what is?
But here Tim is, staring in shock at Damian and his pet orphan (seriously, what
is it with Waynes and orphans?) dry humping and making out like rabbits on the
demon’s bed.
What. the. fuck.
“Damian al Ghul-Wayne! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Tim shouted,
at the top of his lungs. The fourteen-year-olds froze, then in a burst of
movement, Colin threw himself back, landing on his ass on the floor, and Damian
pushed himself away from the door so that his back was against the wall.
Tim lurched forward and grabbed Damian by his ridiculous black and yellow
hoodie. He pulled the younger boy out the door, all the while yelling away at
him. “You are fourteen years-old! Fourteen! I haven’t even gone that far and
I’m nineteen! Damian Wayne! Ruining the virtue of poor little Colin! I’m
telling Alfred! And the Nuns! What did you tell that little boy? What is wrong
with you! Fourteen!”
The Situations Reversed Time: Or the Time Tim Really Wished He Had Remembered
to Lock the Door
They had shared mutual orgasms six times, before, only one of those being
intercourse, so Tim figures it’s okay to still be nervous when Kon is licking
his way down his chest.
The larger boy nipped at his navel, before pulling back. “Flip over,” he said,
“there’s something I wanna try.”
Tim did as told, so his dick was pressed between his belly and the bedspread.
Kon grabbed Tim’s hips, pulling them up, until his dick didn’t touch the bed,
then he grabbed Tim’s thighs, spreading them. He rubbed his hand up, so they
each had a separate grasp in his ass cheeks. He spread them open, moving his
thumbs until they framed Tim’s hole.
He leaned forward and licked once, Tim jerked back into the touch and let out a
gasp. “Kon!” Tim could practically feel Kon’s smile against his ass. Kon
flicked his tongue over and over, around and around, adding his fingers, until
Tim was a mewling mess, squirming and pressing back into Kon’s face, until he
was begging, “Kon, please, please, Kon, I-Oh, god,” and Kon pulled back. He
licked a stripe up Tim’s back, until their hips were pressed together.
Kon aligned his dick to Tim’s hole, slowly moving in. “God, Tim, so tight.”
“Yeah, Drake, I bet that ass is tight,” said a laughing voice and Tim and Kon
froze. Tim looked over his shoulder and saw something he never wanted to see.
All three of his brothers. Staring at him. With Kon’s dick in his ass. Dick’s
face was purple, like he wanted to beat the shit out of something (“Probably
Kon,” a voice in the back of Tim’s head supplied), Jason was holding back
laughter, and Damian was rolling his eyes.
“Drake, it’s movie night. It’s your choice, but since I know think I have to
gouge my own eyes out, I’m taking your turn.”
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