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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), Batman_and_Robin_(Comics), Under_the_Red_Hood, Red_Robin
      (Comics), Nightwing_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Damian_Wayne, Tim_Drake/Jason_Todd, Tim_Drake/Dick_Grayson/
      Jason_Todd, Jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne, Dick_Grayson/Jason_Todd, Dick
      Grayson/Bruce_Wayne, Tim_Drake/OMC, Kyle_Rayner/Jason_Todd, Connor_Hawke/
      Kyle_Rayner/Jason_Todd, Connor_Hawke/Jason_Todd, Jason_Todd/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne, Damian_Wayne, Tim_Drake, Dick_Grayson, Kyle
      Rayner, Connor_Hawke
  Additional Tags:
      Gunplay, Alternate_Universe_-_Circus, Bondage, Dom/sub, Knifeplay,
      Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-15 Completed: 2013-02-01 Chapters: 20/20 Words: 9925
****** January Smut Challenge ******
by renegadejaybird_(vitious)
Summary
     20 Porn drabbles in 20 days.
Notes
     Pairing: JayTimDick
***** Power!Bottom Tim *****
“Tim… I can’t—” Dick let out a choked-off moan and bowed his head, the rhythm
of his hips faltering.

Gasping, the smaller man beneath him nuzzled the naked thigh it rested on,
forcing himself to focus. “I-it’s okay, Dick.  It’ll help me take Jason.”

That results in a strangled sound from the head of the bead, where Jason lays,
hands tied securely to the iron-rod headboard and a tie between his lips,
serving as a makeshift gag.  His gaze kept shifting from Dick to Tim and back
again, thick arms straining against his restraints and, really, the youngest of
the three couldn’t blame him.  After all, he’d been hard since before he’d
gotten pinned down and bound, and Tim was only giving him enough stimulation to
keep him hard and wanting.

Tim felt Dick’s hands tighten on his hips, felt him go still behind him and let
out a low moan as he came.  He gave the other man a few moments, let him
recover, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when he felt the older man
slowly draw out of him.  Only then did he move, crawling up Jason’s body to
straddle his hips, his hands tracing over the muscles of his chest and torso.
 Reaching up he gently undid the other man’s gag, rubbing his jaw to soothe the
any ache in it, noting that Dick had moved to lay beside them.

“You’re gonna kill me, Kid.” Jason managed, his breathing labored already.

“La petit mort.” Tim answered, simply, a small smirk curving his lips as he
took reached back, fingers curling around the other man’s length, and slowly
began to sink down.

He had to give Jason credit for not bucking, for not driving up into him when
it was obvious that he wanted to.  Tim moaned, head tipping back, pleasure
rolling through him both from the physical sensation and the fact that he was
controlling his body, keeping himself from orgasm simply because he could.
 Once he was fully seated on the other man’s length he let his head roll
forward, eyes heavy-lidded as he stared down at Jason, watching the sweat roll
down his bared through as it worked.

“What’s… That mean?” Jason’s questioned, his voice a little breathless.

“Orgasm.  Though it translates to ‘the little death.’” Tim explained, slowly
lifting his hips and lowering them in the same fashion, enjoying the frustrated
groan it drew from Jason.

“Fitting.” the other man breathed before moaning when Dick, who’d shifted
closer, moved to kiss him.

“I’m not done with you yet, Dick.” Tim murmured, moving a little faster, eyes
fluttering with pleasure.

Dick broke the kiss, face flushed before he nodded, eyes fluttering as he moved
to press his forehead against Jason’s collarbone; Tim liked it when they let
him do this and, in the end, everyone walked away satisfied.
***** Gunplay *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayDami
     Warning: Underage
Every brush of the gun, already warmed by his skin, across his length makes him
shudder.  In his mind he knows it isn’t loaded, in fact Jason had removed the
clip and opened the chamber in front of him to show him before they even
started.  However it was difficult to remember when he was blindfolded, bound,
and kneeling on cold, unforgiving concrete, the only warmth coming from the
gentle wash of the other man’s breath as he speaks to him.

“Wow, Kid.” he breathes, his smirk evident in his voice.  “You’re making a mess
of my gun.”

Damian wishes he could snarl out a scathing retort but Jason was smart, had
gagged him, so all he could do was twist his head away in silent defiance.
 This draws a dark chuckle from the older man’s throat, one that made the
teen’s throat work around the sudden lump that had become lodged in it.  Desire
coiled in his gut as the barrel of the weapon pressed against the tip of his
length, gently circling it and causing Damian’s hips to jerk.  

Suddenly fingers grab a fistful of his hair and jerk backwards, making the
teen’s back bow and his cock jerk.  “Always so domineering yet it gets you off
for someone to take you down a peg, doesn’t it?”

Damian wants to spit in his face, wants to struggle, wants to protest and spew
insults out him, simply out of instinct.  However that’s why he’s bound in a
manner that makes it incredibly difficult to move, why he’s gagged, why he’s
naked with only his hearing as an asset.  Only then can he stop fighting just a
little, only then can he give in to lust and depravity, to forgetting about
pride and strength and just feel.  Todd knew what he needed because he needed
it, too; it was an unspoken truth between them.

Damian sucked in a quick breath through his nose when Jason’s mouth closed
around the front of his exposed throat, teeth dragging lightly over the sides
of his trachea.  Later he’d deny the muffled sound, one he refused to call a
whimper, that came from his throat, his entire body trembling a little.  Damian
had to struggle not to whip his head around when he heard the firearm clatter
to the floor, but moaned in appreciation when gloved fingers curled around his
length, slowly stroking.

“I’m going to take you apart, Brat.” Jason murmured as his mouth slid up to
trail across Damian’s jaw. “Piece by piece, until there’s nothing but this.”

Damian just moaned and let his head bow, his entire body trembling; he couldn’t
even bring himself to mentally protest the words.  Jason had always made good
on his little promises, had never failed to impress or conquer in this
particular arena.  All Damian could do was give in and weather what was to
come. 
***** Celebration Sex *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayDick
Jason was starting to enjoy the whole ‘anniversary’ thing.  Dick was all smiles
and affection, all sweet, gentle kisses and teasing touches.  They didn’t do
anything really romantic if he was being honest, just took a day to themselves
with good food and liquor.  However Dick surprised him later in the evening by
shoving him down against the arm of their couch and kissed him hungrily.

Somewhere along the way he’d lost his boxers, sneaky bastard, and Dick had
somehow grabbed the lube and a condom from one of their little hiding places.
 One of the acrobat’s hands was between his legs, preparing himself, causing
Dick to moan against Jason’s neck and rub against him.  Swallowing, the younger
man slid his hands over his lover’s back, his side, nails dragging over his
thighs in silent encouragement as he resisted the urge to take over, albeit
just barely.

“Jay…” Dick moaned, pressing open mouthed kisses against the side of Jason’s
neck. “I…”

“Shh… I know.” the younger man’s hands slid up, running through the acrobat’s
hair.

Slowly Dick drew back a little, straddling his hips and straightening, his eyes
heavy-lidded and full of an emotion that made Jason’s chest ache and took his
breath away.  However the younger man couldn’t hold eye contact when his lover
began to sink down onto his length, causing Jason’s head to tip back and his
hands to move to Dick’s hips.  After a moment he swallowed and looked back up
at the other man, only for a slow, hard kiss to be pressed against his mouth.

“I love you.” Dick breathed against his lips before lifting his hips and
lowering them again, his eyes fluttering.

Jason’s hands slid up his lover’s back, his throat working and eyes hooding; he
really sucked at this part but… “Love ya too, Dick.”

He couldn’t have anticipated the way the other man shuddered and moaned,
drawing back to stare at him with wide eyes.  Suddenly Dick’s pace increased,
his hands moving to cup Jason’s cheeks as he stared down at him, his face full
of happiness, wonder, and desire.  If Jason was being honest with himself, not
that he’d admit it aloud just yet, it was one of the most gorgeous things he’d
ever seen; yeah, he was really beginning to like anniversaries.
***** Circus!AU *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: BruDick
     Warning: Age is ambiguous, can be seen underage.
Dick wasn’t certain how everything had spiraled out of control.  It had started
with Bruce Wayne personally sponsoring him, saying that he saw the potential in
him and wanted him to succeed.  He and his parents had been so happy and they’d
gotten a new, more comfortable trailer for the show.  All the funds had helped
repair netting and support beams, tents and costumes.  Really, it was the best
luck that they’d had in years.

He’d been invited to parties, charity events, been exposed to a world he’d
thought he’d only ever see from the outside.  However, after his fumbling in
the dark with Jason, it also gave him time to notice things.  He back to notice
how large Bruce Wayne’s hands were, how beautiful his eyes were, began to blush
when the older man smiled at him.  He was young, but he was no longer so
innocent that he didn’t recognize desire when he felt it and, eventually, those
smiles shifted a little, something in them making his heart beat faster and his
mouth dry.

Dick supposed that that was how he ended up with his pants around one ankle,
straddling Bruce on the loveseat in one of the man’s many rooms.  He was
whimpering against the older man’s neck as thick fingers pressed inside him,
slowly, carefully, Bruce’s chest rumbling as he murmured soft encouragements
against his hair.  Once they’d been alone Bruce Wayne had changed a little, a
dark hunger entering his eyes that had been shielded by the glamor of his false
persona, but, if Dick was being honest, he liked this Bruce more.

“Mr. Wayne…” he moaned, shamelessly rocking back against the older man’s
fingers; no matter what he did he put on a show.

“Bruce.  Call me Bruce.” Bruce answered, slowly working a third finger into the
teenager, slowly stretching him.

“B-Bruce…” Dick moaned, liking the way the name rolled off his tongue; it felt
good and full. “I… You don’t have to be so gentle with me, I—”

“Shh…  I want to.  We have plenty of time before Alfred must return you to the
circus, Dick.”

“A-ah…  I-I just… I want—”

“I know.”

It feels like hours before the older man finally draws out his fingers, drawing
a unhappy noise from the teen’s throat.  Dick drew back a little, placing his
hands on Bruce’s bare chest, it was so large in comparison, and bit his lip as
he watched the larger man, much larger, reach into a side table and retrieve a
condom.  Deep, blue eyes slid back to him, dark and fathomless in the absence
of light in the room, and the acrobat swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling
nervous.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked softly, tearing open the package.

“Y-yes Mr—I mean, Bruce.  Yes, Bruce.  I’m sure.” Dick stammered, flushing when
the other man chuckled, resulting in the teenager offering him a shy smile. “I
want this before…”

Bruce pressed a finger to his lips, silencing the teen as he rolled the condom
on. “Then let me make this good for you.  Memorable.”

Large, gentle hands guided Dick’s hips down, resulting in a soft whimper from
the acrobat when Bruce’s length pressed against his loosened hole.  Dick took a
steadying breath before beginning to sink down on his own, his arms moving to
wrap around the larger man’s neck and eyes squeezing shut.  It didn’t hurt but
it was a little overwhelming, feeling so full and, when he thought it wouldn’t
get better, thick, strong arms curled around him, holding him as Dick slowly
took the length of the other man’s cock.

“You’re beautiful.” Bruce murmured softly, making Dick’s eyes go wide before he
smiled; if it came from Bruce Wayne, he could believe it.
***** Glitter, Casual!Sex *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: Tim/OMC
Nobody knew he was out.  In fact they typically didn’t, not when he was so good
at sneaking away and everyone simply thought he was patrolling or researching.
 Never had a stereotype worked so well for him in his life, but he appreciated
it for giving him some time to himself, some time to let go for a while.  Not
that he ever really indulged in the more chemical pleasures of going out, but
he was good at letting go; he had to be, all things considered.

When it came to clubs, the one he was currently at was always crowded, always
dark, the music always loud.  Glitter rained from the ceiling almost constantly
in various dark, shining colors, mostly purples, reds, and golds.  It was a gay
club, full of attractive, well-groomed, young men and, well, Tim knew he was
attractive simply from the women that tended to fawn over him.  Then again he
supposed that his money could have also played a part in that.  However when
large hands curled around his hips and warm breath tickled across the back of
his neck, he knew that here, he was wanted for something other than his status
and money; he liked that.

“Hey, beautiful.” the stranger breathed, his voice continuing a slight hint of
a southern drawl.

Tim turned and slid his arms around the stranger’s neck, offering him a heavy-
lidded, almost dreamy look; this man was muscular, blond, but plain; he bore no
resemblance to anyone he cared about. “Oh, finally, someone wants to dance with
me.”

“Everyone wants to dance with you.” the man laughed, dragging him a little
closer, his mouth trailing across his ear and over his jaw.

It didn’t take long to drag the stranger into one of the bathrooms and into a
stall; he could hear other couples with the exact same idea in several stalls.
 Tim didn’t resist when the other man pushed him up against one wall of the
stall and began to undo his pants, simply resting his head against the cool
metal.  It wasn’t that he was pliant by any means, he just wanted to forget,
and to forget, he acted a role, letting the stranger, David perhaps, slide
slick fingers inside him, reveling in the fullness  Even in the dull light the
glitter on them cast speckled rainbows across the stall walls.

Tim glanced over his shoulder, watching the other man intently as he rolled on
a condom and began to press inside him, before he closed his eyes and simply
let himself feel. Filthy encounters in public restrooms were always so rushed,
so hazy, they made it easy for him to not think, to pretend he was someone
else, to pretend he had everything instead of nothing.  Never mind that the man
behind him was good to him, unlike a few of the others he’d picked over the
past few months, his hips moving hard and fast, free hand curling around Tim’s
length.

He didn’t bother to suppress the sounds he was making, blunt nails dragging
across smooth metal metal as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.  He came with
 a choked off cry , arching, his partially exposed torso brush against the
chill of the stall wall.  There was a low groan next to his ear as the stranger
stilled, shuddering against him, both of them breathless and sated.  Finally
they pulled away from each other, cleaning their mess and tossing the condom in
the toilet, straightening clothing.

However then he was turned around, the strangers eyes crinkling in happiness
before he pressed a kiss to Tim’s cheek. “Thanks, Beautiful.”

Like that, the man slipped out of the stall, gently patting his cheek, and it
was as if reality came crashing down.  He lifted a hand to his cheek, brushing
through glitter, sweat, and smudged makeup and suddenly felt very hollow.  He’d
come there to forget and sometimes it worked, but other times it just made him
remember how alone he was.
***** Bondage *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayDami
     Warning: Age ambiguous, can be seen as underage.
Every time he wants to take any form of control from Damian, it’s a struggle.
 While most of the time he enjoys the fight, enjoys the pain, the bruises, and
adrenaline, there are times when he really just wants to take his time.  Times
like those he sneaks into the teenager’s bedroom and restrains with as much
stealth and silence as he can manage.  

Jason slides between the boy’s slightly spread legs and leans down, eyes locked
on Damian’s face, beginning to mouth his flaccid length, waiting for the other
man to rouse.  It doesn’t take long, not with the way they’ve trained
themselves to sleep and, soon, the teen is groaning, his eyes fluttering open
and the leather cuffs, linked by metal, clinking as he tried to move.  Damian
lifted his head and shot him a wary and annoyed look even as Jason felt his
length hardening beneath the fabric of the teenager’s black briefs.

“Release me, Todd.” Damian muttered, tugging at the cuffs again, his voice
still sleep-rough and eyes heavy lidded.

Jason laughed, gently sucking on the end of the younger man’s hardening dick,
resulting in a sudden jerk of the teen’s hips. “No way, Short Stop.”

“Don’t call me that.” Damian muttered, now sounding a little breathless.

Jason chuckled, running his hands over the teen’s thighs; Damian’s limbs were
still relaxed and sleep heavy, exactly how Jason liked him.  Pliant Damian was
a rare thing, but he enjoyed every second that the teen was less defiant and
fought less than normal, secretly enjoying that, for a little bit at least, the
teen actually acted as if he enjoyed Jason’s presence in his bed.  Jason didn’t
enjoy being used, suspected that that was what was happening, but wasn’t about
to admit that he disliked it; everything was a weakness to Damian.

Jason hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of the teenager’s briefs, gently
pulling them down and off the boy’s length.  He ran his tongue over the length,
reveling in the soft sound the teen made, before slowly beginning to take the
entirety of his cock into his mouth.  There was a choked moan from the head of
the bed, one that made heat coil in his belly, drawing attention to his own
length, before fingers slid into his hair, causing him to startle and look up.

Damian had one hand curled around the headboard, the cuffs discarded beside him
but, otherwise, seemed content to let him continue.  Jason shot him a
suspicious look that earned him an amused quirk of the teenager’s eyebrows
before the older of the two rolled his eyes and began to move.  Other than
carding through his hair, the hand gently cradled his head did nothing, simply
holding instead of forcing as he was used to, something which left him
relieved; he really didn’t want a fight that morning, not after the night he’d
had.  In fact the touch seemed almost reassuring, those fingers moving to
gently stroke his neck even as Jason drew back to lave his tongue over the tip
of the teen’s cock, resulting in a soft, pleased sound.

“Picked the lock and you’re not trying to maul me?  Your restraint is
impressive.” Jason mused, his hand moving between the teen’s legs to roll his
balls between his fingers.  

“I don’t want to fight tonight.” Damian muttered, averting his eyes, suddenly
looking annoyed.

Jason stared at him for a moment before chuckling. “Yeah, me either.” he mused,
taking the teen’s length back into his mouth and resuming his work; admissions
like that always deserved a reward.
***** His skin tasted like heaven but burned with the fires of hell *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayTim
There was something about the way Jason’s skin tasted, about the feel of him
beneath him, willing and pliant, that made touching him and running his mouth
over every inch of him irresistible.  It should have felt wrong, should have
felt horribly fucked up, especially since he still bore multiple scans from
this man.  There had been so much hatred between them, so much rage, then
wariness and reluctant truces before either of them realized that they had more
in common than they’d thought; they were the ones that had been left behind,
had been replaced, and had been left to carve something new for themselves.
 However the major difference had been that Tim hadn’t started killing people.

Gentle fingers slid into his hair, gently tugging, urging him up before their
mouths met, and the heat of it was like swallowing fire, like when Jason came
back he’d returned with unearthly heat in his veins. Tim moaned and ground
their hips together, blunt nails dragging across Jason’s broad chest,
continuing the slow roll of his hips as the other man arched beneath him.
 Thick arms cradled his neck and back, holding him even as they moved together,
wordlessly seeking comfort in each other’s bodies.  It had been only recently
that Jason had allowed him into his safe house, the amount of trust it took not
lost on Tim, Tim that guarded his secrets like a cornered wolf.

“Tim…” Jason gasped against his mouth, his eyes heavy lidded, turning the blue-
green of them almost black in the darkness of his safe house.

Tim nodded, moving to press their foreheads together as their hips continued to
grind together, their rhythm slow, but the movements of their hands and mouths
full of desperation.  Neither had brought up the subject of intercourse despite
the fact that it had been months since their first encounter.  Deep down they
both knew that neither of them was really ready for that kind of vulnerability
physically or emotionally, so they simply took pleasure in ways they could,
losing themselves in one another for an hour or so, then disappearing into the
night.

Tim’s pace falters and he lets out a choked out groan, moving to bury his face
against the side of the other man’s neck, breathing growing erratic.  Jason’s
hands continue to move over him, caressing his neck, his sides, his back even
as they rut against each other, his actions betraying more than anything they
said could.  Tim reciprocated, offering gentle caresses and gentle kisses even
as he let out a groan that escalated into an aborted cry as he came, shuddering
against the man beneath him.

Jason’s hand slid between them, smearing sticky release across his fingers as
he moved to stroke himself to completion.  It didn’t take long before the older
of the two let out a low, rumbling groan, spattering his stomach, adding to the
mess between them, before slumping, lazily wiping his hand on the bed sheets.
 They spent a few long moments simply catching their breath, before Tim
sluggishly moving to draw away only for Jason’s arms to tighten a little.

“You look tired.” Jason mused, his eyes heavy lidded with weariness when they
met Tim’s.  “Wouldn’t want you braining yourself on your way home.”

Tim stared at the other man, marveling at the hidden invitation before smiling
and moving to tuck his face against the larger man’s neck, settling once more.
“Yeah, I guess not.”
***** Orgasm Denial *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: TimDami
     Warning: Age is ambiguous, can be seen as underage.
“Drake.”

It’s breathless and desperate, Damian’s voice strung out as he fruitlessly
struggled against the arm-length restraint that held his arms behind his back.
 Sweat slid down his torso in tiny rivulets, dripping down onto the carpet that
rested beneath his bent and slightly spread knees. There was a soft whirring
noise, the source of which, buried deep inside the youngest Wayne and held in
place but a sleek, black, leather harness, the only sounds other than Damian’s
labored breathing.

“Ten more minutes.” Tim murmured from where he sat in his desk chair, fully
dressed, elbows braced on his thighs and his chin resting on his folded hands.

Damian made a choked, frustrated sound, his mouth snapping shut with an audible
click.  His restraint was impressive considering that he hadn’t held back his
insults the first three times the same scenario had played out.  Tim allowed a
pleased smile curve his lips as he continued to watch, his eyes sliding down to
eye a bead of moisture that dribbled down the underside of the teen’s length
and over the leather secured around the base of it.  Finally the older of the
two stood and approached the boy on the floor, noting the way Damian’s eyes
widened and his shoulders sagged a little.

Tim moved to stand in front of the teen, reaching out to gently pull Damian’s
head forward so his head rested against his thigh.  Damian didn’t resist,
simply moaning as the older of the two ran his fingers through his hair,
rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of his slacks.  They had been in the
scene for so long that the teen had finally succumbed to his role and relaxed.
 Tim hoped that one day, maybe, it wouldn’t be so difficult for Damian to give
in and enjoy himself without so much work, without nearly two hours of near
constant arousal and frustration for both of them.

“Five more minutes.” Tim murmured, keeping his voice quiet and soothing and
Damian let out a sound that was close to a sob.

“Timothy…” Damian’s body trembled, the muscles in his thighs and belly bunching
and relaxing, the sight more alluring than the teen even realized.

“I know.” Tim murmured, smiling a little; it was rare that Damian used his
first name. “Four more minutes.”

Four minutes feels like an eternity, something he’s fairly certain the teen can
agree with.  Finally Tim slowly sinks down to kneel between Damian’s spread
thighs, his fingers gently stroking the younger male’s face, murmuring soothing
nothings.  His hand moves to the controls of the toy vibrating inside the teen,
Tim’s eyes fixing on his watch before turning off the vibrations.  Damian moans
in a combination of relief and frustration, only to let out a strangled cry
when Tim’s fingers undid the leather cock ring, slender, dextrous fingers
curling around the boy’s neglected cock.

It only takes a few strokes before Damian is coming, resulting in a soft sob
that’s a mix of agony and ecstasy, the sensations too extreme after so long.
 Tim reaches up with his clean hand to guide Damian to lean forward against him
which the teen does gratefully, trembling and too exhausted to worry about his
pride or remember his normal attitude.  Tim wipes his hand on a nearby sheet
and unfastens the restraint, gently beginning to rub sensation back into the
teen’s arms, wincing a little in sympathy at the soft, pained hiss that left
the boy’s lips.

“…Thank you.” Damian murmured against his neck, his words soft and weary.

Tim smiled a little, giving the teen a moment, giving him all the time he
needed. “You’re welcome.  Now, let’s get you to the bath.”

“Next time, Drake, it’s your turn.”

“I look forward to it.” 
***** Bottom!Jay *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayTim
Getting Jason to relinquish any form of control was difficult but rewarding.
 When Jason let go, really let go, he was beautiful and tended to be greedy
when he came to pleasure.  However he was still Jason, still had that smirk
that made Tim’s heart hammer in his chest, but it was more a ‘I know what
seeing me like this is doing to you’ look than anything.  Jason’s arrogance
should have been obnoxious, but he knew it was mostly a ruse, one that hid
nervousness and insecurity that made Tim lean forward, planting a kiss between
the other man’s shoulder blades.  He twisted his fingers inside of him,
resulting in a low, rumbling groan, one that was mostly muffled by bedsheets
but that he felt wherever their skin touched.

“You good, Jay?” Tim asked, continuing to stretch the other man; it had been a
while for both of them, really.

Jason chuckled, glancing back over his shoulder, looking content and amused.
“Yeah, Kid, I’m good.”

Tim gave him a mildly annoyed look. “Are you laughing at me?  Seriously?”

“No, just the fact that you have to ask that.”

Rolling his eyes, Tim leaned down and lightly bit one of his lover’s ass cheeks
as he drew out his fingers, resulting in a small jolt. “You’re an ass.”

“Oh, I’m an ass?  You bit me.” Jason muttered, amusement still dancing in his
eyes.

“Yes, for being an ass.” Tim answered, keeping the banter going as he rolled on
a condom and slicked himself; silence bothered Jason.

However, as soon as he began to press inside the other man, the conversation
was no longer needed.  Jason’s eyes clenched shut and his lips parted, hands
curling in the sheets, savoring the sensation of slowly being filled.  When
Jason was as pliant as he was being the sex was good, great even, but, then
again, both of them had been through too much to get where they were to really
care about lost pride in the bedroom.  They’d gradually grown comfortable
around each other, a hefty feat considering their pasts but, looking at what
they’d become, Tim couldn’t say that the effort wasn’t worth it.

“Come on, Baby Bird.” Jason breathed, his eyes heavy-lidded and his body
shifting restlessly. “Don’t make me wait all night.”

“I should, just because you said that.” Tim mused with a slight quirk of his
lips before beginning to move, his eyes fluttering shut and fingers digging
into the other man’s hips.

Jason simply let out a soft moan in response, shuddering as the younger man’s
pace increased.  Tim never got over the weight of being able to do this with
the other man meant, what unspoken truth reinforced.  Thus it didn’t take long
before he established a pace that he knew his lover favored, watching the way
Jason’s teeth clenched and his brows knit, the way his eyes clenched shut,
soft, aborted noises occasionally passing his lips.  Every sound was like a
victory as the man, while he was quite loud and vocal outside of the bedroom,
made very little noise during sex; it made him wonder what in the man’s past
made him think that he had to be quiet.

“Jay…” Tim breathed, one hand sliding down one of his lover’s muscular thighs
and around, his fingers curling around Jason’s cock.

“Fuck.” the older man moaned, his back bowing.

Tim leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to the back of the older man’s neck. “I
love it when you’re like this.”

Blue-green eyes crack open to stare back at Tim, the flush in his cheeks
darkening a little; after their years together, the younger of the two could
see that Jason liked the compliment.  “Just—Faster.”

Tim smiled a little and obeyed; he’d learned to read between the lines, to see
the true meaning between what the other man said.  If there was anyone that
guarded themselves ferocious it was Jason Todd, and Tim was grateful that he’d
stayed with him to reap the rewards.
***** Frottage *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: BruJay
     Warning: Very much underage.
“B-Boss…” Jason gasps, his hands braced on the older man’s chest as his hips
move.

Bruce doesn’t say anything, his large hands simply curling loosely around his
hips, his fingers dipping beneath the ‘shorts’, Jason thought they were almost
too short to even be shorts anymore, he wore when he trained.  Normally they
don’t do things in the cave, don’t let themselves go in case someone unexpected
shows up, but the teenager could only assume that his mentor wanted it just as
bad.  Unlike Jason, the billionaire wasn’t wearing anything, caught fresh out
of the shower and preparing to head upstairs to get change; briefly the teen
wondered where that towel had gone.  Bruce was hard and his skin ever so
slightly flushed, the only things giving away how aroused he was, otherwise he
was completely composed and watching him.

“Jason.” Bruce finally spoke up, the deep rumble of it making Jason’s hips jerk
and his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. “You know the rules of the cave.”

Since he sounded more amused than disapproving, the teenager gave him a pouty
look from beneath his lashes, continuing to rock his hips, grinding their
lengths together. “Sorry, B.”

“I’m sure.” Bruce’s hands suddenly tightened, pulling his ward’s hips down a
little rougher, resulting in a moan that had Jason lifting his hand so he could
bite down on his index finger, muffling it.

Strong hands continued to guide the teen’s hips, increasing the pace and making
the teen let out a muffled whimper, his entire body trembling.  It one took a
few more motions of his hips before he let out a strangled cry that he tried to
smother against the skin of the older man’s chest and was only partially
successful.  Jason trembled, making a soft, pleased noise as large, gentle
hands stroked over his back, soothing him a little, before the teen realized
that the older man was still hard and now slicked with the come leaking through
Jason’s shorts.  Flushing he looked up at Bruce, biting his lip, noting the
amusement in those blue eyes, the slight upward curve of his lips.

“Boss, you—” Jason began, slowly sitting up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Jason.” Bruce murmured, his eyes full of a heat that
made the teen swallowed thickly. “I think you could use a nice, long shower.”

Jason swallowed, heat rising in his cheeks at the implication before he
grinned. “Whatever you, say, Boss.”
***** Pheromones *****
Chapter Summary
     Pairing: JayDami
     Warning: Underage
There’d been a lot of firsts for Damian when he’d become Robin and, sadly, he’d
underestimated how dirty Poison Ivy fought.  In fact the teen had set off
nearly every alarm getting into Jason’s safe house and was visibly shaking when
he stumbled into his living room.  Almost immediately the older of the two
backed away, noting how dilated the boy’s eyes were, how he trembled, and how
his eyes followed him, narrow and almost predatory.

“Serves you right for not carrying an antidote.” Jason muttered as he
deactivated and re-set the alarms, eying the teen warily as he did so.

It didn’t take long before the teen practically stomped towards him, looking
annoyed and desperate. “Todd—”

“No no no no.” Jason held up a finger and backed up, but Damian didn’t stop
and, well, the kid was fast when he wanted to be.

Damian tackled him back onto the floor, sending the fine, shimmering powder he
was covered in raining down all over Jason, exactly what he’d been trying to
avoid. Then the teen shoved a hand between Jason’s legs, causing him to suck in
a quick breath, and it was over, the powder turning the blood in his veins to
liquid fire.  With a low moan, Jason reached up and pulled the teen’s head down
for a thorough kiss, shuddering as Damian’s hands, still encased in his
gauntlets, ran down his chest.  When they reached the loose lounge pants he was
wearing he immediately  tugged them down just far enough to expose Jason’s
cock.

Swearing softly, Jason reached out and stripped the teen’s gauntlets off him,
casting them aside.  Next went the cape, even the brush of the thick fabric
both of them shudder, though Jason knew that Damian was much further gone than
he was; Damian was never pliant and agreeable.  Jason had just enough sense
left to fish lube out of one of the teen’s utility belt pouches before removing
it and letting it fall to the side carelessly.  He was slowly losing just as
much control as Damian had, and he’d stopped fighting the roaming hands and
mouth of the teenager long ago.  

Finally he got the bottom of Damian’s Robin uniform and his jock down far
enough that he could reach the boy’s hole, and, when the first, slick digit
pressed inside the teen, he moaned.  Jason only did the barest necessary,
mentally having to force himself to think ‘this is necessary’ in order to keep
stretching the teen as he whimpered against his neck and writhed against him.
 Finally he guided the teen’s hips down, relishing the long drawn out moan it
pulled from his throat, Damian’s head tipping back and his back arching.

Jason should have anticipated that the teen would just take things into his own
hands, but he wasn’t really thinking anymore, and when Damian began to move his
hips, letting out little unrestrained gasps and moans.  A small voice in the
back of his head told him he should have been watching Robin ride his cock, but
he ignored it, his hips thrusting up practically against his will, drawing a
sharp cry from the teenager above him.  Distantly he recognized that the pollen
probably wouldn’t be fading for a while, but in that moment he didn’t care.
 They could agree to not talk about it after they’d fucked the effects of the
pollen out of their systems.
***** Uniforms *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayDick
“You have the right to remain silent.” Dick murmured, smirking when Jason
moaned in response. “Though I have a feeling you’re not going to exercise it.”

Jason, handcuffed, face pressed to the mattress and hips in the air, shuddered
and gasped but said nothing, his eyes clenched shut as Dick’s fingers worked
inside him.  Dick had already known that his boyfriend enjoyed the BPD uniform
when he’d worn it back in Bludhaven, but he hadn’t realized how much.  Simply
seeing how fast Jason had gone from intrigued to painfully aroused had left
Dick hard and aching in his uniform pants.

“Dick--” Jason’s voice was desperate.

“I’m sorry, were you about to insult me?” Dick questioned, reaching out to
tangle his fingers in the other man’s hair, tugging his head back just enough
to be uncomfortable. “What did you call me?”

“O-Officer.  Please, I—” Jason’s words made Dick’s cock throb in answer as he
released his hold on his boyfriend’s hair.

“That’s what I thought.” Dick twisted his fingers, wringing a choked-off groan
from the man beneath him. “Do you need something, Mr. Todd?”

Jason’s hands flexed in the handcuffs that held him; he could probably get out
of them fairly easily, but he didn’t want to.  “Please, Officer, I…”

Dick decided to have mercy on his boyfriend; there were still a few issues
there to get around. “I think I can absolve you of your crimes this once.”

“Thank you, Officer.” Jason’s voice was breathless, a low moan passing his lips
when Dick slowly drew his fingers from him.

“Now, there’s just the matter of payment.” Dick breathed, even as unbuckled his
belt and unfastened his pants, drawing out his cock.

“Ain’t got much, Officer.” Jason was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, his
cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs.

Dick tore open a condom and rolled it on, slicking himself, tongue darting out
to wet his lips. “Guess I’ll have to settle for this.”

Jason and nodded his head as best he could, eyes clenching shut. “Yes.”

Dick ran a soothing hand over his lover’s back, noting the way he relaxed at
the touch and smiled a little; he had to be careful when they did scenes as
Jason could get lost in them.  He needed almost constant grounding to make sure
that he remembered that everything was okay but, deep down, Dick enjoyed taking
care of him and making sure everything was good for him.  After a few moments
he reached down and gripped his cock, his other hand steadying Jason’s hips,
before he slowly pressed inside him, his eyes fluttering shut.

Jason let out a shuddering breath before smirking back at Dick. “Everything… To
your satisfaction, Officer?”

Dick stared at him, the words making him roll his hips a little in answer
before he grinned. “Oh yes.  Let me show you how satisfactory your services
are, Mr. Todd.”
***** Rockstar!AU *****
Chapter Summary
     Pairing: JayDick
     Warning: Drug use
Dick’s high as a kite.  Then again, that’s normal anymore, especially when they
fuck.  It seems that lately their vocalist doesn’t want to even touch him
unless he’s so high he’s practically another person.  Jason remembers a time
that Dick was clean and got him to stop drinking, that there was laughter and
secret, stolen kisses, but that had been so long ago he barely remembers what
it’s like.  Really, fucking Dick seems to just make him feel more and more
hollow, but he isn’t certain how to quit.

“Jace~” Dick moans but there’s a melodic lilt to it that makes Jason lean down,
brushing their lips together as hips hips continue to move between the
vocalist’s legs. “I never wanna lose you.”

Maybe that was why he stayed. “You won’t, Bluebird.”

“P-promise?” Dick gasped, his fingers digging into Jason’s shoulder blades.

“So long as you’re my Bluebird, I’ll be here.” Jason answered, moving to rest
their foreheads together.

“I’ll always be your ‘bird, Jace.” Dick breathed, biting his lip and arching
his back, eyes so dilated they almost look black. “Never changin’, always me.”

Jason swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat and leaned down, pressing
their mouths roughly together.  It was easy to move faster, harder, to make
them both forget about speaking, about what they were doing, about how fucked
up their life had become.  Then again, Jason supposed that he was one of the
few that had really noticed the change, one of the few to really realized what
was wrong.

Dick came with a strangled cry, his head tipping back and back bowing
gracefully, all lean, ink-covered muscle minus the track marks he knew were
behind the man’s knees.  It drew an unsatisfying orgasm from him, one that was
there and gone too fast and left him exhausted and unhappy.  However he looked
up and faked a smile when he felt Dick’s hands trailing over the stubble on his
jaw, the vocalist’s eyes dreamy when he looked up.

“You stayin, Jace?” Dick’s eyes were already beginning to flutter shut and his
words slurred. “I like it when you stay.”

Jason swallowed the bitterness that rose in his throat as he tucked himself
back in his pants, leaning down to kiss the vocalist’s forehead. “Go to sleep,
Bluebird.”

“Okay….” Dick trailed off, his head rolling to the side.

Gritting his teeth, Jason grabbed his leather jacket, cigarettes and lighter
and fled the tour bus; there was no way he was sleeping that night.
***** Knifeplay *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: JayDami
     Warning: Underage
Jason is the only one he trusts to hold a knife to his throat.  While many
underestimated his skills and intellect due to attitude and Gotham accent,
Damian never did, but trusting him, trusting anyone, had been difficult.
 However, as the blade slid over his skin, never once cutting, he began to
understand the benefits of placing such trust in the other man, despite the
fact that he would never admit it out loud.  

Damian has to work at remaining still, even his breathing and sounds of
pleasure having been halted in favor of remaining still and feeling cold, sharp
metal trail down his neck and over his chest; he knows how sharp that knife is,
knows how much care Jason gives it. Thus, for once, he restrains himself from
speaking, his throat working as he closes his eyes and simply feels,
controlling his entire body to keep from getting a nasty cut.  However that in
itself is erotic in ways he refuses to express, knowing that he can control
himself even during arousal, something he knows tantalizes his lover as well.

However he barely restrains his hips from bucking when Jason’s tongue slides up
his length, lapping at the drops of moisture that had gathered on the tip. “T-
Todd—”

“Keeping you on your toes, Baby Bat.” Jason answered, smirking up at the teen.
 “What’re you scared of?”

If Damian was being honest, he’d have said the knife being only a few inches
away from his cock, however… “You think I’m afraid of your knife?  Tt.”

Jason lets out a soft hum in response, making Damian scowl as it’s the sound he
makes when he doesn’t believe the teenager.  However he doesn’t have a chance
to retort as Jason slowly begins to take his cock into mouth, Damian’s muscles
bunching and his throat working as he forced himself to remain still through
sheer force of will, letting out a choked off groan.  He stares with heavy-
lidded eyes at the older man, his hands fisting in the sheets of the bed,
staring at the gleam of naked metal against his skin and the heat in Jason’s
eyes.  Damian had no illusions that the knife would be staying for much longer,
but while it was there, cold and threatening against his belly, he intended to
enjoy it.
***** Provocation in Public *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: Kyle Rayner/Jason Todd, Implied KyleConnorJason
“Why don’t you grow a set Ray—” Jason grunted, interrupted by Kyle’s hands
fisting in the collar of his jacket and roughly shoving him against a wall.

They stare at one another, eyes locked and narrow, not saying anything for a
long moment, before the Green Lantern finally speaks. “Connor, get everyone out
of here.”

There’s a moment of silence before Jason hears the archer begin to usher their
friends out of the room with gentle requests and soft dismissals when prompted
for an explanation.  Connor would probably make them make it up to him later,
but he was the calm and patient one, the one that typically prevented such
volatile confrontations.  However when Jason had first started antagonizing
Kyle, the archer had looked at him with a quiet understanding that had done odd
things to Jason’s chest, simply fueling the ribbing.  He didn’t like to think
that Kyle and Connor got him, that they understood his motivations and that he
was predictable.

“I shouldn’t reward your shitty behavior.” Kyle growled in his face, causing
Jason’s cock to throb in his pants; he loved it when Kyle was angry.  “You’re
so fucking high maintenance.”

Jason bristles. “Ex-fucking-scuse—”

He grunted when Kyle shoved their mouths together, anger warring with arousal
before he moaned and sagged against the wall, head tilting and gloved hands
lifting to fist in the Green Lantern’s hair.  Kyle’s hands released his coat,
moving instead to unfasten his belt and pants, shoving them down around Jason’s
thighs.  Jason moans against the other man’s mouth when Kyle’s hand curls
around his length, gently squeezing before beginning to stroke.

Jason tears his mouth away to suck in a lungful of air, arching against Kyle as
the Green Lantern’s mouth moves over the side of his throat. “Fuck…”

“I know you need this.” Kyle breathes against his ear even as his hand moves
faster.  “But Jesus Christ, Jason, just tellme.”

Jason chuckles, the sound a little breathless as he drags his fingers across
Kyle’s scalp and closes his eyes. “That no… Fun, Rayner.”
***** Blowjob *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing: Connor/Jason, Kyle/Connor/Jason
He’d known that Jason had a certain fondness for fellatio, but he hadn’t really
counted on how much enthusiasm he put into the act.  Connor tipped his head
back, his fingers tangled loosely in Jason’s slightly-wavy, black hair, and
fought not to making an embarrassingly large amount of noise.  After all, they
were supposed to be working, not doing rather inappropriate things in a back
alley while Kyle scouted the area from above.  Part of him wanted Kyle to find
them, honestly, despite the exasperation it would result in.

It was then that Connor had an idea, one that had heat rushing to his cheeks.
“Jason…  What if I said—A-ah… That Kyle was watching us?”

Connor had to bite his lip at the low moan that vibrated around his cock,
nearly doubling over in pleasure.  Jason’s eyes were closed and his cheeks
flushed as his pace quickened, the sight alone making the archer shudder and
arch, letting out a soft moan.  Connor tipped his head back, eyes fluttering,
only for them to widen, lips parting, a strangled moan passing them when he
noticed Kyle, arms crossed over his chest, and staring down at him, his
expression unreadable.

“O-oh…” Connor breathed, staring up at the Green Lantern, noting that he wasn’t
making any move to stop them, simply moving to float a little lower; he hated
Kyle’s mask a lot right then. “K-Kyle…”

Jason let out another shuddering  moan in response, one of the vigilante’s
hands moving between Connor’s legs to roll his balls between his fingers.  It
didn’t take much more for Connor to come, arching and biting his lip, forcing
himself to not making any noise other than a desperate whimper.  He shivered as
he felt Jason swallow, felt his tongue slide over him, cleaning him, before he
drew back, smirking and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Pretty kinky there, Connor.” Jason breathed, moving to adjust himself.

“Feeling pretty left out up here, guys.” Kyle interjected, his hands planted on
his hips.

Connor laughed when Jason, eyes comically wide in surprise, fell back onto his
ass and stared up at Green Lantern, looking stunned. “Well, fuck me.”

“I intend to.” Kyle answered and, with a quick quirk of his lips, he flew off
to finish what he’d started.
***** Strip Club *****
Chapter Notes
     BruDick
Typically private dances were just as the name implied, back in a private room,
but there were some customers that made him want to make an exception.  He’d
stopped dancing in the customer’s lap a while ago, instead grinding their hips
together when the stranger’s mouth pressed hungrily to his.  His hands were
roaming over Dick’s naked back, the touch gentle and patient, seemingly content
to draw the encounter out as long as possible.

“Don’t you have other dances to do?” the man teases, his fingers toying with
the brilliant blue thong Dick was wearing.

“You paid me so well that you’ve got me the entire night, Sir.” Dick answers,
his eyes fluttering a little.

“Bruce.” the man corrects, his blue eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles.
“Call me Bruce.  If you don’t have any more work tonight…”

Heat immediately rushed to Dick’s cheeks. “Well, I, I mean—”

“No need for panic.” Bruce soothes, his hands gently squeezing the stripper’s
ass, making him arch and gasp. “I simply was going to offer to buy you dinner.”

Dick is about to respond when the man leans in and presses their mouths roughly
together.  Moaning, Dick slides his fingers through Bruce’s slicked-back hair,
rocking their hips together and whimpering when thick fingers dip between the
globes of his ass.  It’s slutty, it’s completely filthy, yet wonderful and it
makes Dick break the kiss, leaning in to kiss along Bruce’s ear as his hand
slides between them, gripping his client’s impressive length through his
slacks.

“Just dinner, Bruce?” Dick gasps out; he knows his boss doesn’t like it when he
sleeps with clients but if it’s not on the property….

“All I bought was your time.” Bruce answers, his fingers toying with the strip
of fabric that makes up with back of Dick’s thong. “You do have a choice in
what we do.”

Dick pulled back then, his eyes hooded before he flushed, looking nervous. “I…
Let’s get out of here.  I just need to check in with my boss and get my coat.”

Bruce smiles and the look makes Dick’s heart clench with longing, something he
hadn’t felt in a while. “Alright… What’s your name?  Your real name.”

“It’s… Dick.  They call me Dick.” 
***** Panties *****
Chapter Notes
     BruJay
It had been a gamble, really, wearing lace panties underneath his pants, also
something that had required that he wrestle with his pride quite a bit, but it
had payed off.  However it had also left his hands securely tied behind his
back with the other man’s tie, thus able to do much to retaliate when he’d also
secured a blindfold over his eyes.  Jason had expected a lot less foreplay and
a lot more violent fucking, but, then again, he should have known Bruce would
want to take his time.

Jason’s breath was a little ragged, his head tipped back, as Bruce’s  tongue
ran over the bulge beneath the lace of the underwear.  Briefly the older man
paused to swirl his tongue over the exposed tip of Jason’s cock, resulting in a
choked off groan, before he went back to laving attention over his balls and
thighs.  Bruce had kept him on edge for close to an hour and, honestly, Jason
was proud of himself for not giving in and begging for the older man to just
fuck him and get it over with.  However his willpower was only so strong, and
it was beginning to crack, which was exactly what Bruce wanted.

“Bruce…” he gasped out, hips bucking a little just to feel the scrape of the
lace against his cock.

“Hush.” Bruce commanded softly, the words spoken against his thigh.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bruce—”

“Patience.”

Suddenly he’s being rolled onto his stomach, an action which draws a low moan
from him.  Slick fingers slide inside the back of his panties, thick fingers
pressing against his hole and rubbing, teasing.  Jason shudders, wanting to
curse at the other man, to demand that he finally gives him what he wants, what
he needs, but he holds back, throat working; Bruce had slowly taught him
patience over the years, if only in the bedroom, and it tended to pay off.
 With a soft sound of approval, Bruce leans down to press a gentle kiss to his
shoulder, slowly working two fingers inside him, resulting in a broken moan
from Jason.

“Good.” Bruce murmured, gently stroking the arch of Jason’s spine with one
hand.

Jason had never thought that one word would be able to affect him in quite such
a way.  However, coming from Bruce, any sort of positive reassurance was
golden, precious, and it made him moan.
***** Dom!Tim *****
Chapter Notes
     JayTim
Normally it takes quite a bit to catch Jason off guard, to get him into a place
where he doesn’t really care about pride, control, or any of the other issues
that had plagued him since his resurrection.  However ever since he’d
tentatively grown attached to Tim, the kid somehow managing to make his way
through the minefield of his psyche, he’d gotten very good at circumventing his
hangups.  Never mind that he’d gotten downright sneaky, which would explain how
he managed to crawl on top of Jason while he was still asleep.

“You’re going to get decked one of these days, Baby Bird.” Jason muttered
before sighing and relaxing as a slow but insistent kiss was pressed against
his lips.

Calloused fingers ran through Jason’s hair, making him relax, one hand lifting
to gently cup the back of Tim’s neck before the younger man drew back a little.
“I’ll just add it to the list of things you need to make up to me.”

Jason snorted but couldn’t disagree; he’d been an asshole to Tim for a while.
“That’s an endless list.”

“I may have truncated it.” Tim smiled, his free hand sliding down Jason’s torso
as he slowly rolled his hips.

Jason tipped his head back, throat working; he hadn’t even really realized how
hard Tim was until he rubbed against his own, half-hard length. “That’s awfully
sweet of you.”

Tim chuckled, leaning in to kiss along his jaw. “No, just practical.”

“I’m assuming your practical ass didn’t just crawl into bed all sneaky-like for
a chat.” Jason mused, arching a little as Tim continued to move, the roll of
his hips lazy, at least for the moment.

“An excellent deduction.” Tim answered, lips quirking.  “It’s because you’re
just so… Pliant like this.”

“I feel like I should be offended.” Jason muttered, despite the hand he lifted
to trail over Tim’s back.

“You should be flattered that I go through so much effort just to fuck you.”
Tim answered, his eyes full of heat.

Jason shuddered and closed his eyes for a moment, heat rolling through him at
how bold Tim had gotten in the bedroom.  Tim’s mouth found his again, the kiss
more insistent this time, hot, wet, and filthy, drawing a low moan from his
throat as he tangled his fingers in Tim’s long hair.  Their hips were moving a
little faster now, their breathing coming just a bit faster as Jason’s lethargy
faded a little.  After a few moments Tim drew back, reaching for something in
the folds of the bedding, before holding up a bottle of lubricant and a condom,
looking smug.

“You are so lucky you’re on my good side.” Jason muttered, lips quirking a
little before a slick finger began to press inside him, resulting in a gasp;
they didn’t do this enough, but he’d be damned if he’d ever admit it.

“Yes.” Tim agreed, leaning in to press a few gentle kisses to Jason’s throat.
 “I didn’t really enjoy being on your bad side very much.

Jason hummed, noncommittal, before letting out a soft moan as a second finger
slid inside him.  “Yes, well, if you don’t hurry up you’ll be there again.”

Tim chuckled again, eyes hooded and full of a fondness that made Jason’s chest
tight; he didn’t deserve that look. “Let me relish the moment, Jason.”

Jason sighed and let his head tip back, if only for an excuse to block out the
way Tim looked at him; it made him nervous and exhilarated at the same time.
 “Fine, fine.  You’re lucky I’m still half-awake.”

There was another gentle kiss against his throat even as Tim’s fingers
continued to move. “No, just lucky.”
***** Vehicle Sex *****
Chapter Summary
     Tim/Adult!Damian
Tim’s reflection is distorted in the hood of the Red Bird, his old car that he
still likes to take out every so often for the sake of nostalgia.  Despite the
distortion, he can see the heat in his cheeks and the way his hair clings to
his sweaty face.  There are grease smudges across his cheeks and forehead and
his hair, even longer than it’d had been when he was a teen, was beginning to
fall out of the ponytail he’d haphazardly shoved it into.  However he hadn’t
been counting on being bent over the hood of his car so his lover could shove
his face between his legs.

“D-Damian…” he gasped out, moaning at the wet, filthy noises the other man was
making as his tongue slid over Tim’s hole.

Teeth graze the skin of his ass, making him gasp and arch a little despite
himself; he’d just polished the Red Bird after making sure everything was
working, but couldn’t bring himself to care about the mess he was going to make
of her hood.  Slick finger soon joined the other man’s tongue, resulting in a
low moan, hips rocking back against the intrusion eagerly.  Despite how
pleasant Damian’s little surprise visit to the garage was, he still couldn’t
help but wonder what had caused the other man to shove him face-first onto the
hood of his car and practically tear his coveralls and pants down to pool
around his ankles.

Damian had filled out as he’d grown and his hands were huge where they curled
around his hips, something that still made heat pool in his groin. “Damian,
please just—”

With a final lick, the other man drew back, his fingers still moving,
stretching. “Drake, it is highly inappropriate for you to have kept this from
me.”  

“W-what..?” Tim gasped out, his fingers squeaking across the polished hood.

“Had I known how attractive you were when so disheveled and messy I would have
made more regular visits.”

Tim moaned in response, his cheeks flushing darker at the compliment.  He let
out a soft, disappointed sound when Damian’s fingers drew out of him, twisting
his head to watch as the other man, still clad in his suit from working in the
office, drew himself from his slacks.  Damian retrieved a condom from his
pocket, causing Tim to shoot him and amused look even as he rolled it on and
moved to press against his loosened hole.

“Always so prepared.” Tim breathed before moaning and biting his lip as Damian
began to press inside him.

“I have to be.” Damian answered, seemingly still completely in control, though
Tim knew better. “Especially when you have a terrible habit of being
unintentionally beautiful.” 
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