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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Kon-El/Dick_Grayson
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Kon-El, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Bondage, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, pornday
  Series:
      Part 2 of Entrapment
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-14 Words: 7053
****** Upping the Ante ******
by glymr, iesika
Summary
     When facing a challenge, Tim knows to plan ahead, ask for help if
     necessary, and take advantage of the element of surprise.


Dick shifted the bag of groceries to his other arm and fumbled for his key. It
had been a light day down at the station, and he'd gotten off on time, which
was a good thing, since he desperately needed groceries. Finally the key
slipped into the lock and he pushed open the door, still juggling the bag as he
slid the key back out and let the door shut behind him. The moment the door
clicked closed, however, two things happened. He froze, sensing that he wasn't
alone in the apartment, then felt an invisible force pinning him in place,
keeping him frozen.

Dick's mind raced as he tensed, straining against the hold, but he couldn't
move so much as an inch. Who was in his apartment? He mentally ran down the
list of villains who knew his identity - Deathstroke? Talia al Ghul? - but he
couldn't think of anyone who would be able to do something like this. Was it a
new villain? Was he being attacked as Nightwing, or as Dick Grayson? He
certainly had enough enemies on the force.

His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness of the room. There was a
figure beside him, barely visible in his peripheral vision. He must have been
hiding behind the door. In front of him, motion caught his eye as a second
shadow stepped forward and took the paper grocery bag out of his hands. "Oh,
good," Tim's voice said, lightly, "you got peaches."

Dick relaxed, though a part of him still remained unsure and alert, ready to
respond if the force immobilizing him slipped, even for a moment. He let
himself chuckle. "It's nice to see you, too, Tim. What brings you and-" he
squinted, trying to make out the identity of the other person, "-your friend to
my humble abode?"

Tim walked out of Dick's range of vision, his feet silent in a way that meant
he was either barefoot or wearing his tabi boots. Dick couldn't tilt his head
enough to check. The refrigerator door opened, and with the light that spilled
out, Dick was finally able to recognize the person leaning casually against the
wall beside him, one finger against Dick's elbow.

"Hey," Superboy said, grinning.

"Superboy," said Dick. Of course. He really should have guessed sooner. "Good
to see you again. How have you been?" Why are you holding me down with your
telekinesis? He could ask in a minute. Might as well observe the social
niceties, after all.  Out of sight, he could hear the sound of Tim putting away
the eggs and fruit, stashing a few things in the freezer. Considerate of him
not to let the ice cream melt, he supposed.

"Tim and I were hanging out earlier, and he told me this story... You know he
got pulled over for speeding the other day?"

Oh. *Oh* It hit Dick suddenly, and he felt his whole body flush, his throat go
dry. Superboy was positively *leering*, his eyes dancing with laughter. Dick
struggled against his hold for a moment, instinctively, as he felt heat pooling
in his groin, but he couldn't even move to make himself more comfortable, or
hide his burgeoning erection.

"Hmmm," said Superboy, obviously pretending to look thoughtful as his gaze
swept over Dick's body. "Yeah, he got pulled over by this real asshole cop, I
heard." He stopped, then went on, suppressed laughter edging his tone. "Hey,
you seem to be enjoying this story. Got a cop kink, Dick?"

The refrigerator door shut, and Tim flipped on the light on his way back to the
center of the hall. He stood there, a few feet away, looking at Dick with his
lips quirked into a half smile. He was dressed casually, as was Superboy, and
he was indeed barefoot - his shoes were set neatly against the wall where he
usually put them. "Not really," Dick said. "I mean, not like some people I
know."

Tim raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't reply directly. Instead he turned to
Superboy and ordered, "Bring him into the bedroom." Dick jerked as the tone of
Tim's voice stoked the heat building low in his gut.

Superboy stepped forward and Dick found himself moving, body still held rigid,
his feet a spare inch above the wood floor. "Well," Superboy said into his ear
as he moved Dick easily down the hall with the fingers of one hand pressed
lightly to his back, "if you don't like cops, I guess you must be getting all
excited at the idea of somebody being horrible to Tim. That's not very nice. 
His civil rights were violated!"

"Thoroughly violated," Tm shot back over his shoulder, his voice dark with
amusement.

Dick glanced at his captor from the corner of his eye and shrugged as best he
could against the implacable hold. "Hey, a guy can't help his kinks, you know?"

"Face down," Tim said, without looking at them.

Dick wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation of being carried, moved around by
someone stronger than him. He'd dated Kory, after all, wrestled with Donna,
gone flying with Clark. This was a different feeling entirely. He found himself
lifted, turned, positioned, until he was dropped, suddenly, face down on the
the bed, and held there. He couldn't feel any weight on top of him, but he
couldn't lift himself, all the same, no matter how he tried. He felt the bed
dip beside him, and then Tim's familiar hands where reaching under him to
unfasten his belt, pull down his zipper. Dick tried to grind against the touch,
but he couldn't move his hips.

"You're a squirmer," Superboy said.

"He hates being still," Tim supplied as he pulled Dick's pants and underwear
down over his hips. He moved to take Dick's shoes off, next, leaving Dick's
bare ass exposed to the cool air. "He used to get captured all the time. I
still have to deal with the jokes - 'the boy hostage', and all that. He's
gotten to be quite the escape artist since then. Hard to keep him still with
just a pair of handcuffs or a couple of ropes."

He could hear the smug satisfaction in Superboy's voice. "Hey, always happy to
help out, man." Dick tried to struggle against the hold on him again, but it
was impossible - he couldn't move even a fraction of an inch. A light, warm
touch on the back of his left thigh, just under the curve of his ass, made him
want to jump. Tim was resting his hand there.

"I appreciate it," Tim replied. He stroked the curve of Dick's ass, making Dick
shiver. He wanted to say something snarky or clever, but his attention was
entirely focused on the hand fondling his ass. Especially when it stopped
touching him. And especially when Tim brought it down with a sharp *crack*
against his left cheek.

"Ow," Dick gasped involuntarily, more startled than hurt. Despite the sting, or
perhaps because of it, he felt himself harden further. The quilt was cool under
him, and Dick tried to rub against it, to relieve some of the ache building in
his groin, but he couldn't move. All he could do was lay there, tense and
increasingly stiff as Tim yanked his pants roughly down his legs and off,
throwing them onto the floor.

"I did warn you, you know," said Tim, his voice a little too low to be
conversational. He brought his hand down a second time, this time on Dick's
right cheek, with the same crack. For balance, Dick supposed, or so he'd have a
matched set. God, he wanted to writhe, to arch, to thrust. "I did tell you I'd
get you back. Do you remember what you said?" Dick shivered and swallowed. He
remembered. "You said you were looking forward to it," finished Tim, his voice
almost a whisper. Movement, and there was a sudden heat and wetness - one of
them was sucking a wet kiss on the exact place Tim had smacked him.

Dick moaned into the bed and tried to hump back against he touch. He'd never
really thought of Superboy in a sexual context, but Dick liked to think of
himself as adaptable. If this was going where Dick thought it was going, he was
pretty sure he wouldn't mind at all.

"Take off his shirt," Tim said, and just like that, Dick felt his t-shirt
sliding up his back. His arms moved without instruction to let the shirt slip
over his head, and then he was naked, face down, completely helpless and at
Tim's mercy. Their mercy, because Tim had upped the ante in a pretty major way,
bringing his friend along to lend a hand.

Whether he was planning to lend more than a hand, Dick didn't know. Despite
having a mutual friend in Tim, Dick hadn't actually met Superboy more than a
handful of times; that made him hard to read. Was he just here to act as
metahuman bondage gear, with a side of voyeurism, or did Tim intend for the
other boy to take a more active role?

The bed shifted as one of them climbed up next to him - Dick was pretty sure it
was Tim. He couldn't see them, but he could hear...hear them breathing, and
then wet, soft sounds as the bed shifted again, just a little. Were they
kissing? He thought they were. He could feel Superboy's hand still resting at
the small of his back. God, he wanted to see them.

"Mm," Superboy murmured, "god, you're really hot like this." The wet sounds
resumed again, and the hand on his back slid down to cup his ass, fingers
playing at the edge of his cleft. "He's got a nice ass," he said, like he was
complimenting the drapes or something.

"Yes," said Tim, and Dick couldn't quite parse his tone. "Touch it." Superboy
obliged, a second hand joining the first to cup and knead him. A moan escaped
Dick's lips, and at the same time he heard Superboy gasp and felt those large,
warm hands jerk against him.

"Yeah," said Superboy. "God, Tim, so - so hot." Dick wanted to know, needed to
know what Tim was doing to him.

"Spread him," Tim said, still a demand, but much softer, his voice rough and
slightly hoarse. Dick moaned and shivered at the feeling of exposure. "You
showered before you left work?" Tim asked.

It took Dick a moment to realize he was the one being addressed, and then he
tried to nod before he remembered himself. "Yeah," he panted. "God, Tim-"

"Don't make me gag you," Tim said, and then Dick could feel his fingers, cool
and slick, tracing up and down his spread cleft, circling his hole. "Excuse
me," he said, and Dick felt the bed shift. A moment later he could feel hot
breath on his ass as one of those strong, slim fingers worked it's way inside
of him.

He couldn't help but whimper as he was penetrated, fingers sliding into him,
stretching him. A faint, fruity scent came to his nostrils, but he couldn't
place it, couldn't even try, until Tim's tongue darted over his cleft and
around his hole. The scent was from the flavored lubricant Tim was using, of
course. Superboy's hot, strong hands were still on either side of his ass,
holding him open for Tim and occasionally digging into the muscle in a way
reminiscent of a deep tissue massage.

"Wow," said Superboy. "You're - wow, that's really-" Dick could feel the curve
of Tim's smile as Tim kissed and licked and sucked.

"Dirty?" said Tim, and Dick wanted to cry for the loss of his lips, his tongue.

"Yeah," Superboy breathed. "God, I wanna-"

"Jesus, yes," Dick moaned as Tim went back to work. "you can."

Superboy laughed breathlessly. "I didn't even say what."

Tim pulled back again, and Dick whimpered in distress. "He's kind of a whore
like that. I told you to be quiet, Dick."

"Let me move," Dick begged, straining against the nothing pinning him to the
mattress, "I'll be so quiet-"

"Take his mouth," Tim said, and licked a broad swipe up his cleft before
thrusting in with two fingers and licking around his knuckles.

"You got it," said Superboy, and Dick felt him shifting around, trailing a hand
up Dick's side as he got in front of him. "Wait, you mean you want me to kiss
him? Or..."

Dick tried to writhe and whimpered. "Anything you want, Superboy, god, just-"

Superboy chuckled and cupped himself through his jeans. His fingertip brushed
down the side of Dick's throat, below his ear, and Dick felt himself lifted,
folded, until he was kneeling, spread, his eyes level with Superboy's belt
buckle. He moaned and closed his eyes as Tim's fingers corkscrewed viciously
into him.

Superboy's finger traced his jaw and came to rest on his lower lip, stretching
it downward slightly. "Should I let him move his head?"

"Mmm," Tim's voice was low, controlled. "Enough so that you won't choke him,
but no more."

Suddenly Dick realized that he could move. He tried to lunge forward - and only
succeeded in straining against his invisible bonds, since he could only move
his head.  "Greedy, aren't you?" grinned Superboy. Dick watched hungrily as
Superboy tugged down his zipper and undid his belt. When he stepped out of his
pants and underwear, leaving them pooled on the floor, Dick tried to lunge
forward again, eliciting a laugh from Superboy. Dick opened his mouth to speak,
but Superboy pressed forward until the tip of his erection rested against
Dick's tongue.

"You like that?" Superboy asked, voice low. Dick moaned eagerly in response,
stroking the head with his tongue. He moaned again as Superboy's hips shifted
forward and the thick, smooth length parted his lips and slid into his mouth,
far enough that he could wrap his lips tight around it and suck.

The fingers inside him withdrew, and Dick made a small, distressed sound before
they were replaced by a hot, wriggling tongue. Dick's muscles strained as he
tried to rock back against the touch. The position he was in felt unnatural,
unbalanced, despite the ease with which Superboy held him in the pose. Dick
wanted to put a hand down to support himself, to rock back or bend forward,
until his center of gravity didn't feel quite so precarious. The shear stress
of trying and failing to move, of his muscles bunching and straining against
the hold, was starting to become exhausting.

The tongue inside him disappeared, drawing another sound of protest from Dick.
"Relax, Dick," said Tim, as though he could read Dick's mind. "We've got you."
The words were gentle, but the voice was hard, commanding, and Dick felt
himself responding to it, his muscles unknotting themselves - until Superboy
shifted him slightly and he tensed up again, trying to find his balance, trying
to move. He forced himself to let go again, to concentrate on sucking,
swallowing, but it was so hard, like he was going to fall at any moment, like
he was on the verge of slipping-
He felt a small sigh against his ass. "Dick. Relax." And that was Tim's Robin
voice, sharp in the quiet room. Dick closed his eyes and tried to let his
muscles go liquid, tried to concentrate everything on the feel of Superboy's
hard shaft in his mouth and the emptiness where Tim was no longer touching his
ass.

It was an intense feeling, giving up control of his body, something that went
against every instinct over two decades of acrobatics and combat training had
drilled into him. His acquiescence was rewarded, though; The moment Dick's body
went limp, Tim thrust into him with two long fingers, stretching and twisting,
slicking him inside. He moaned gratefully around the cock in his mouth, and
moaned again when the fingers withdrew, because the bed was shifting as Tim
moved, and strong hands were cupping his hips.

Dick loved fucking Tim. He loved driving those desperate sounds out of him,
loved making him lose control, loved the hitch of his breathing and the slick
clench around him. When Tim decided to take charge of things, though - well, it
was hot. Dick loved that about their relationship - loved the give and take,
loved that Tim would always, always give back as good as he got.

Superboy made a sound, reminding Dick that there was another player in this
game. Obviously Superboy was controlling the pace, thrusting shallowly as Dick
sucked hard, harder than he would have for a human, but as a Kryptonian, Dick
figured he could take it. Half-Kryptonian. Whatever.
"You can go deeper, Kon," said Tim. "He can take it," he added, inadvertently
mirroring Dick's thoughts.

Dick didn't want to open his eyes, but he sucked even harder, trying to
indicate his assent. "Yeah?" Superboy's voice was breathless. "You sure it's
okay like this? I mean, he can't exactly pull off if he needs to breathe-"

"I'm sure," said Tim, clear and confident. His fingers never stopped their
exploration of Dick's ass, pushing, pulling, stretching and sliding against his
skin, slick and brutal and wonderful. "Just make sure to give him a chance to
breathe every minute or two and he'll be fine. Remember who trained him."

"Dude - " Superboy's words were interrupted as he panted, "I really don't -
want to think about - him while I'm doing this, okay?"

Dick laughed at that, choking just a little, and then swallowed deliberately as
Superboy let him slowly fall forward under his own weight. A broad, warm palm
cupped the back of Dick's skull as Superboy started to thrust in earnest,
slowly at first, and then, after giving Dick a pause for breath, a little
faster. He felt those fingers tighten in his hair, tugging a little with every
thrust.

Behind him, Tim let out a happy hum, and then withdrew his fingers with a
teasing twist. The bed shifted, and then Dick felt himself being spread wide,
felt the blunt press of Tim's cock at his entrance.

He couldn't move a muscle, couldn't even make a sound with Superboy filling his
throat. All he could do was take it as Tim slid inside him much too slowly.
More he begged silently in the confines of his own head, and good, so good as
Tim pressed deeper. They were using him, and it was so liberating to just let
them, to let go because there was nothing else he could do. To stop fighting
because he didn't have to, to not worry about their pleasure because they
wouldn't let him.

The only downside, really, was that Dick couldn't do much about his own
pleasure either. He gasped a quick breath when he got the chance, flexed and
clenched his hole, but that was all he could do. The ache in his cock, in his
balls, was intense, the absolute lack of stimulation overwhelming. He wanted to
touch himself, to lower his body to the mattress and just thrust, but his hips
were held rigidly still, his cock jutting out into empty, useless space, not
even bobbing with Tim's thrusts.

Superboy's thrusts grew faster, more erratic, and Dick had to struggle to keep
up, gasping through his nose when he got the chance. The hand in his hair
tightened, and Dick swallowed hard around him, but Tim's sharp, quiet order cut
the air. "Don't come in his mouth, Kon."

Superboy - Kon - groaned low in his throat and pulled back abruptly, his cock
sliding from between Dick's lips with a wet pop.

He could breathe again, but now that he wasn't concentrating on sucking off
Superboy, all of Dick's attention went back to his own cock and ass. Tim's
thrusts were hard and steady, pounding into him like a heartbeat or the music
at a concert. "Tim," said Dick, begging unashamedly, "Tim, please, please,
please-"

"No," said Tim. Dick's eyes flew open, and he saw Superboy looking at Tim with
wide eyes. "Kon, he left me at the side of the road, in handcuffs, with a
nightstick up my ass."

"You loved it," gasped Dick, and for a brief, glorious moment, Tim reached down
and squeezed him, then let him go again, never breaking the rhythm of his
thrusts.

"And you're going to love this, Dick," said Tim, and even though Dick couldn't
see him, he could hear the grin in his voice.

Superboy looked at the two of them and smiled uncertainly.  "You Bats are kind
of scary. You know that, right?"

"Are you complaining?" Tim asked, archly. "You seemed to think it was a good
plan, this afternoon."

"I still do," Superboy said. He grined broadly and stripped his t-shirt off in
one smooth motion. Dick was free for just long enough to realize he could move,
and then Superboy's hand landed hard on his ass and he was trapped again.

"You guys are mean," Dick complained. He could still move his head and neck,
and so he let his chin drop to his chest. "Cruel," he sobbed when Tim thrust
harder. "Horrible. God, don't stop, Tim, just - Superboy, you could absolutely
give me hand here-"

"Huh-uh," said Superboy. "Not unless Tim says it's okay. If you think I want to
risk incurring his wrath after this, you must be crazy."

Oooh, now there was a thought. Dick wondered for a moment what Tim's revenge on
Superboy would entail before his attention was yanked back to his aching cock.
Superboy was moving, Dick thought. He heard Tim make a harsh sound and felt him
hardening even more inside him. "Come on, come, Tim," he said fervently,
because once Tim came, surely he'd let Dick- Oh god, he was pulling out, all
the way, he was stopping. "No," he moaned, "Please, Tim, don't stop, don't-"

"Quiet," said Tim.

Dick felt more shifting movement behind him, then cried out as he felt himself
being filled again, by something even harder and thicker and much warmer than
Tim. "Ungh -" he grunted. "Fuck, Superboy, you're hot."

"Yeah, yeah - that's what they all say - " said Superboy, laughing and
breathless.

Dick laughed in spite of himself, a rough exhalation of air half-driven from
him by the next thrust. "Oh, god," he gasped. "You're - you're as bad as -
asme."

Someone's hand landed hard against Dick's ass again, and he tried to rock with
it, but there was no getting away. The hand slid down and *pinched* him - not a
playful goose, but a squeeze to the sensitive flesh just above and to the side
of his balls. Dick yelped and tensed, whimpered brokenly as the move was
repeated on the other side. "I'm pretty sure I told you to be quiet," Tim said,
conversationally.

"*You* try - oh god. Shit. Fuck." Dick lost any remaining hint of coherence as
Superboy drove roughly into him, rocking him up off of the bed and - oh, he was
moving - not a lot, but perceptibly, forward and then back to meet each
thrust.  He started to lose himself in the feel, in the movement, in and out
and it was good, it was perfect.

"Kon," said Tim quietly. Dick heard Superboy take a shuddering breath.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "But...I'm gonna need to..."

"Soon," said Tim, and his voice was warm, soothing, almost gentle. Dick felt
shivers coursing through him at the tone, even though he knew it wasn't meant
for him.

"Please please please," he chanted.

Someone gave his balls a rough squeeze for that, making him cry out. "Not you,"
said Tim, his voice hard again. "Kon, pull out."

Superboy did so with a shudder and Dick felt himself immobilized again.  "No,"
he moaned.  They were tag-teaming him, he realized, taking turns-

Tim's shove into him was hard, but Dick didn't care, he wanted it, wanted more,
it was so good, if only someone would touch him! Superboy's hand rested on his
back, warm even against his flushed skin.

"Kon," said Tim, a slight strain in his voice, "Pinch his nipples."

"'kay," said Superboy, and Dick felt himself shifting, his torso rising to give
Superboy better access, even as Tim's hands gripped his hips as he continued to
push in and pull out. Dick closed his eyes and waited, holding his breath. The
touch, when it came, was almost gentle.

"Oh god," he said. His head wanted to snap back, his hips wanted to thrust. "Oh
god, harder, please-"

"Be gentle, Kon," ordered Tim. The next touch was even sweeter. Dick could feel
his nipples hardening, silently aching for more, just like the rest of him.

"I hate you," he sobbed. "Both of you, you're - you're *evil*, you're-" His
voice was muffled as Superboy's fingers shoved into his mouth. He bit down on
them lightly, then harder. He heard Superboy suck in a breath. 

"You're so hot," said Superboy.  Dick didn't even try to answer, just went down
on his fingers, smooth and hard against his tongue.  "Tim." Superboy's voice
was tight.  "I can't...I need..."

"All right," said Tim.

Emptiness, no, please - Dick whined, then sighed as he felt Superboy nudging up
behind him again.  "Yeah, ye-AH!" Tim pinched his nipples and twisted hard.
"Ow! That hurt!"

"Then stop speaking," said Tim coldly.

"You're - oh, god-" Superboy thrust into him then, smoothly and quickly, with
one roll of his hips. "Supervillains, I swear..."

Superboy laughed even as his hips began pumping in earnest. He didn't seem to
be bothering with a slow build-up, this time, and Dick didn't blame him - he
had to have been on the edge for at least as long as Dick - maybe longer. Dick
had been taken by surprise after all, but Tim and Superboy had been lurking in
the shadows waiting for this.

Unless. Unless they'd taken the edge off first. Oh, god, there was a mental
image. Dick screwed his eyes shut, holding on to the picture as Superboy
pounded into him, shaking him with each thrust. That's why Tim was so cool. It
had to be. No one had that much self control.

The grip on him...loosened, just slightly, just enough for Dick to thrust back,
to arch and shudder and move, but not enough for him to grind down and get any
stimulation for his poor, neglected, desperate cock. Superboy's thrusts got
even harder, and Dick heard him grunt and felt him shudder, then heat poured
into him and suddenly he was even slicker than before and god, please, he
needed more, needed...

"Good," Tim's tone was gentle again. "That was good, Kon."

Superboy groaned, long and low. "Fuck yeah it was good," he panted. Dick heard
a low murmer, a wet sound, maybe more kissing, and then Superboy's cock slid
out of him to brush wetly against his thigh. A finger - Tim's, he guessed,
because it was slightly cool, traced a line up Dick's thigh and circled his
hole teasingly, where he was stretched and raw.

"God, Tim, please," Dick babbled, "please, I'm sorry, I won't ever, ever-" he
broke off at the touch of a warm wet tongue, circling his hole again, and then
darting inside, thrusting. Tim hummed against him and Dick let out a strangled
yelp, even as he heard Superboy cursing from beside him on the bed.

"Jesus, Tim," said Superboy. "Remind me never to get on your bad side." He
shifted slightly, sprawling next to Dick, his fingertips brushing over Dick's
back before sliding around to stroke his chest. "I can't believe you haven't
come yet," he said to Dick.

"Because no one's TOUCHING me," said Dick, then shuddered as Tim pinched him.

"He can't," said Tim, pulling away from his hole. Dick clenched miserably. "He
needs to have his penis stimulated."

"Dude," and there was awe in Superboy's voice, "Really? No matter how long you
keep this up?"

And, of course, Tim was right, the little bastard. Dick had never been able to
come just from being fucked, which was probably why he loved making Timcome all
over himself so damned much.

"It's possible he'd manage it eventually," Tim said, entirely too calmly. He
kept fingering Dick's hole and tapping lightly against Dick's balls with his
fingertips. "Do you think I should make an experiment of it?"

Dick couldn't help it, he sobbed. Superboy took one look at his face and said,
"I think you'd kill him."
 
"Oh, you'd be surprised at how much he can take," Tim murmured.  He kissed the
top of Dick's cleft, making Dick shiver.  "Ready for more, Dick?"

"You- Yes!" said Dick.  "Yes, please-"  He cut himself off with a grunt as Tim
shoved into him again, not quite a thick as Superboy, but still good as Tim
changed his angle to nudge Dick's prostate with every thrust.  "TimTimTim,"
hissed Dick.  "I can't - I need - god, don't stop -"  Tim wasn't pinching him
or smacking him, and his thrusts were getting harder, sharper.  "Don't stop
don't stop," whispered Dick as sensation washed through him, carrying him close
to the edge.  He'd never had anyone refuse to touch his cock for so long
before.  It ached, but every thrust felt so good...he needed, he needed-

Tim gave a small sigh, and Dick felt heat and slickness inside him.  "No," he
said, "No, please moremoremore..."  Instead Tim slipped out of him, leaving him
empty and clenching and wet.  "Please," said Dick.  "Please.  Anything..." 

Then he was being moved again, gently lifted and turned and laid on his back,
his limbs straightening until he was lying flat and staring up at the ceiling.
Then he felt himself being slid up the bed, his torso lifting until he was
sitting up, his back propped against a pillow. He could see his cock standing
straight and impossibly hard. He squeezed his eyes shut. A moment later there
was a soft touch on his face and warm lips against his.

"Tim," Dick whispered.  "Touch me?"

A sigh, a soft breath that brushed his cheek and ear.  "Not yet."  Dick felt
his head being turned, slowly, carefully.  "Watch," said Tim.

Superboy was sprawled on the bed next to him, Dick realized.  He was touching
the inside of Dick's wrist with two fingers, as though he was taking his
pulse.  As Dick's gaze fell on them, the fingers moved, stroking him lightly. 
Dick shuddered.

The bed shifted again.  Tim climbed on top of Superboy, lowering his head until
their lips met.  Superboy's other arm came up and wound around Tim's torso,
stroking across and down his back to cup his ass.  Superboy was half-hard
again, probably from watching Tim fuck the living hell out of Dick a few
minutes ago.  Supers *did* have incredible stamina...

Oh god, they were going to make him watch.

"Thank you for helping me out, Kon," said Tim.  His voice was low and soft and
slightly hoarse.  "I owe you."

"Hey, what are friends - uh - for?" said Kon as Tim reached down and squeezed
him.  Dick watched avidly, almost feeling the echo in his own poor, untouched
cock.

"They're for this," said Tim, kissing his way down Superboy's perfect abs. 
Dick felt the fingers stroking his wrist pause in their movement, then resume
as Superboy shivered.

"Yeah," said Superboy, "if you ever need a favor like this again, you can call
me anytime, man.  Seriously.  I-"  He sucked in a breath as Tim ran his thumb
over the head of his cock.  "I-"

"I know," said Tim, stroking the the head of his penis, sliding the pale
foreskin up and back.  Superboy's fingers stilled again and trembled against
Dick's wrist.  "You set a very good example," said Tim. 

Superboy laughed and gasped. Dick could almost feel that slow glide against his
own cock. He held his breath, watching the movements of Tim's hand as Superboy
let his head fall back and arched into the touch.

"Yeah, Tim, yeah, I-"

"Kon," Tim crooned. He blew over the head of Kon's cock, making the other boy
squirm. Dick hissed between his teeth in jealousy as he watched. "I need one
more favor from you."

Superboy hummed low in his throat and arched, thrusting in and out of Tim's
loose fist. "Yeah?"

Tim didn't say anything else. He just smiled at Dick and slid up Superboy's
body, dragging against him, until he was straddling the boy's waist. He looked
down at Superboy, arms braced on either side of his head, as he ground back
against his erection.

"Fuck," Superboy said, squeezing his eyes shut briefly and then half-sitting,
fumbling across the bed with the hand that wasn't resting on Dick's arm. "Yes.
Jesus, yes. Where did you put the lube?"

Dick groaned, loud and low. "Tim!"

"Hm?" Tim said, sounding dreamy and preoccupied. "Kon, did you hear something?"


"God, you're fucking evil," Superboy said, chuckling. "I am, like, bringing you
breakfast in bed every Tower weekend from now on." He lay back down and Dick
heard the click of a plastic cap. "I'm going to have wet nightmares about
Kryptonite handcuffs."

"You can't actually do this," Dick protested, hating the whine in his own
voice. "Tim. Jesus." He watched, aching and helpless as Superboy fondled Tim's
ass and slid a slick finger inside. That was his ass, damn it, he thought with
a burst of uncharacteristic possessiveness. He didn't mind Superboy using it on
the weekends, fine, but - "This isn't fair."

"Mmm, that feels good," Tim sighed, rocking back into the touch. "Your hands
are so warm. Big fingers. Tell me how it feels?"

"Oh, god," Dick moaned. Tim *never* talked like that. What the hell? Dick could
*hear* the amusement under the breathy seductiveness of his voice. "You
bastard."

"Tight," Superboy said. He turned his head and grinned up at Dick. "He's so
fucking tight, man. Like silk inside. Hot and slick..."

Dick closed his eyes, but it didn't help. He could still here the sounds of
Kon's fingers moving in and out, hear the sound of Tim's breathing growing
harsher. "Mm, strong hands," said Tim. "Yeah," he sighed. "Feel so good inside
me...so deep."

"I know something else that feels good," said Superboy, the leer audible in his
voice. Dick felt the bed jerk and Tim made a sharp, strangled sound that made
Dick's eyes fly open despite himself.

Tim's face was flushed, his head thrown back, exposing his throat and chest. He
made that sound again and laughed. "Kon, wait - oh - wait," he gasped. Kon
grinned wickedly and pulled his fingers out. Tim's whole body quivered for a
moment, his eyes falling shut as he swallowed.

"I don't believe this," Dick said. "I can't believe you're doing this!"

"To you?" asked Tim, his eyes still closed.

"That, too," said Dick.  "What was he doing to you?" he asked, even though he
was absolutely certain that he didn't want to know.

"He was touching me with his telekinesis," said Tim, with a sharp smile.
"Touching me all over. Massaging my prostate, stroking my neck, my nipples, the
palms of my hands-"

"Oh, god," Dick moaned. He'd never even thought - well of course he hadn't. An
hour or two ago he'd never thought how the boy's powers might be useful for
bondage either.

He wanted to close his eyes again, but he couldn't make himself. Instead he
watched, mesmerized, as Tim adjusted his position and then shifted backward,
one hand stretched behind himself to guide Superboy inside. He drove himself
down slowly, impaling himself. Dick could hear himself making hungry, needy
little sounds every time Tim pushed downward, but he couldn't make himself
stop.

"God, so sweet," Kon moaned.

"Good?" Tim panted, between thrusts.

"Oh yeah."

"Tell me..."

"Good.  Good.  It's...you're...your body, when you're like this.  When you give
me everything, man, and I can feel it-"

Dick realized he was panting along with them.  He knew just what Superboy was
talking about, knew just how it felt, that moment when Tim gave up control,
when he lostcontrol, driven right to the edge and then past it.  Tim was
tumbling over that precipice now, his skin flushed and spangled with sweat, his
hair tangled and sticking to his face. He turned to look at Dick, eyes dark and
heavy-lidded, his teeth bared. "So good," he panted, "Deep."

"Yeah," Superboy gasped. His hips drove up, off of the bed in counterpoint to
Tim's rhythm, moving with enough force now that Tim bounced a little at the top
of every stoke.

Superboy's control seemed to be slipping, too, because Dick's hips were jerking
along with them, lifting just a little off the bed and stabbing the air.  Dick
wasn't even sure if he was moving on his own or if he was being moved.  All he
knew was that he was thrusting helplessly as he watched them, but it wasn't
enough, he couldn't get the relief he needed...

Tim cried out, a breathless, helpless sound.  Superboy arched and grunted, very
obviously moving Tim's body up and down now. Tim relaxed into the invisible
grip and let himself be pulled down onto him again and again until Superboy's
lips spread into a grin and his hips jolted up once - twice - and he collapsed
back on the bed, shaking.

"Not done with you," Tim panted, still rocking, bouncing against him. He gasped
and threw his head back as Superboy sat up and wrapped a hand around his cock,
gripping tight and pulling in fluid strokes, turning his wrist with practiced
ease.

"Come on," Superboy urged. He curled forward and lifted his hand from Dick's
arm, using it to pull Tim forward, to grip his ass and slide his fingers
inside. The instant Dick realized he could move, he reached for his aching,
weeping cock, only to be brought up short just an inch from his goal when
Superboy flung a leg over one of Dick's. "Not you."

"Oh, god," Dick sobbed. It was worse, somehow, with his hand so close,
fingertips just out of reach. He was so close, had been so close for what felt
like hours, that the sight of his hand so close to his erection was a new kind
of torture. "Oh, please. Please."

"Not yet," said Superboy, his eyes fixed on Tim's face.  "Tim first.  You want
to come, don't you, Tim?  Let go," he said, and Tim as though the words were a
trigger, snapped his head back and groaned, his orgasm pulsing onto Superboy's
stomach and over his hand. 

It was easily one of the most erotic sights Dick had ever seen.  For a moment
he almost forget his own erection, his own acute hunger. 

Then Tim slumped forward with a small, self-conscious laugh, and Superboy
laughed too, a little, and wound his arms around him.  And Dick whimpered,
because they looked for all the world like they were ready to go to sleep,
leaving him unfinished, leaving him so desperate.

Tim turned his head to look at Dick.  His face was relaxed, a slight smile
hovering on his lips.  "Think he's learned his lesson?" he said to Superboy,
his words soft. 

Superboy stroked one hand over his hair in a gentle gesture.  "Yeah," he said. 
"I think he has."

Tim's smile widened.  He sat up, shifting until he was resting between Dick's
legs.  Superboy sat up and shifted, too, bringing a hand to rest in the center
of Dick's chest.  Dick groaned in anticipation.

"Ready?" said Tim.

"Whenever you are."

"Now."

Touching him.  All over- it was.  Everywhere.  On him, in him, everywhere
except his cock.  Dick's whole body tensed, waiting, watching, as Tim leaned
forward and...Dick could feel his hot breath as he paused for a moment,
then...he licked the head of his penis.

Orgasm ripped through him like lightning.  Tim darted forward, sucking his cock
into his mouth and swallowing his come as it jolted out of him, and Dick
screamed.  He was shattering, it was too much, drowning him, overwhelming him,
and he wanted it to go on forever...

When he came back to himself and his vision returned, his eyes were still wide,
locked on the ceiling, his back still arched, raising his hips above the bed.
Tim hummed around him and sucked gently, laving over sensitized flesh with the
flat of his tongue. Dick let his hips drop and half sat, pushing feebly at
Tim's head, too weak and mind-blown to articulate.

"What's wrong?" Tim said innocently as he pulled off. "I thought you wanted me
to touch you?"

All Dick could do in response was groan, brokenly, and let his arm flop over
his eyes. He couldn't be more exhausted and sore if he'd spent all night on the
bars, or fighting his way across the rooftops. The muscles in his thighs were
twitching faintly as if he'd just run a marathon.

"Did we kill him?" Superboy asked, amusement in his voice.

Dick reached over and punched him weakly in the arm. It felt like striking
stone. "Ow," he muttered.

"Mmm, no," said Tim, sitting up and looking down at Dick with a smug
expression.  "He's alive and well and I'm sure tomorrow he'll be planning out
his revenge-"

Dick held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.  "Oh, no.  I fold.  If I
don't stop this crazy war of escalation, the whole planet will eventually be
caught up in it.  At the very least I'd have to ask-" Kory, he thought, biting
his tongue.  He wondered if she could overcome Superboy's strength.

Tim raised an eyebrow at him like he exactly knew what Dick was thinking, then
got up, stretched, and wandered out of the room.  Kon flashed a grin at Dick
and followed after him.  Dick lay there, unable to even sit up, let alone get
out of bed.  Now that he wasn't being held down any more, now that he could
move, his body was refusing to cooperate.

"Guys?" Dick said after a couple of minutes.  The door swung open and Tim came
in, still naked and carrying a bowl in one hand.  Sitting on the bed, he picked
up a slice of peach from the bowl and held it to Dick's lips.  Dick closed his
eyes and opened his mouth, savoring the sweet flavor.

He was probably going to need the calories.
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