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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Roy_Harper
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Roy_Harper
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-21 Words: 1684
****** how easy you are to need ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     “Yeah, I’m not going,” Dick says as he balances his phone on his
     shoulder so he can hold his Wii remote with both hands. “Babs got all
     mad at me because she saw the text Kori sent me. It’s a long story.”
     He hears Roy snort on the other line. “Babs found a picture of Kori’s
     tits on your phone and dumped your ass. It’s actually pretty short.”
  This work was inspired by
      my_kind's_your_kind by likewinning
“Yeah, I’m not going,” Dick says as he balances his phone on his shoulder so he
can hold his Wii remote with both hands. “Babs got all mad at me because she
saw the text Kori sent me. It’s a long story.”
He hears Roy snort on the other line. “Babs found a picture of Kori’s tits on
your phone and dumped your ass. It’s actually pretty short.”
“Whatever,” Dick shrugs and turns his entire body, as if it’s going to help get
Mario and his little car back on track. “Point is I’m not going. Don’t de-
virginize too many people without me.”
“I promise nothing,” Roy says, but half an hour later some asshole is tossing
pebbles at his window and when Dick gets up to see what the hell their problem
is, he sees Roy standing in the flower bed under his window wearing a fucking
tuxedo.
“Bruce shut the door in my face!” He calls up. “Hurry up and get dressed,
fucker! Prom starts in thirty!”
 
: : :
 
Roy drives them to prom in his Jeep. The pickup died a few weeks ago after Roy
ran it into a stop sign and now he’s super attached to this one. He calls it
his baby. Sometimes he caresses it so obscenely Dick starts to get jealous.
“This is dumb,” Dick says, fiddling with his bowtie; it’s still not straight.
“We don’t even have dates.”
“Fuck it,” Roy says, taking his eyes off the road for too long to grin at him.
“You’re my date.”
Dick giggles and throws his feet up on the dash, sticks his head out the window
and lets the wind blow his hair all around. “Whatever you say, man. I just hope
somebody spikes the punch.
“Honestly I’m insulted,” Roy says, smirking as he pulls a flask out of his suit
pocket.
Dick snakes it from him immediately and takes a swallow. “You’re so good to
me.”
Roy just grins and turns the radio up. He wants people to know when they get
there.
 
: : :
 
People stare when they walk in together, probably since Roy insisted in with
Dick on his arm, and they stare when Roy and Dick get in line and get their
pictures made together, but that just might be because no one here has ever
seen Roy look so clean and put together -- Dick included.
Roy’s wearing a tux with fucking pinstripes and slick ass shoes and his hair is
combed and slicked back, that crap he’s been growing over his top lip finally
shaved off and he looks -- he looks like he belongs in a magazine or something,
on one of those advertisements that has the cologne samples.
They fuck around spiking the punch and filling in fake names for prom king and
queen, stuffing their faces with the little cream puffs on the buffet table
until Babs walks up to Dick with Luke Fox on her arm and Dick turns into a
pathetic wet noodle immediately after they walk off.
“He’s so hot,” Dick says, slumping against the wall. “Of course she doesn’t
want me. He’s like...look at him.”
“Idiot,” Roy says. “She dumped you because you’re kind of an asshole. C’mon.”
Roy drags Dick out to the parking lot and finds the weed he stashed in his
jeep, gets them decently high so they can go back inside and actually deal with
all the sparkly, silver and lavender bullshit hanging everywhere.
Dick’s so high that he just giggles when Roy extends his arm and asks him to
dance, loops his arms around Roy’s neck and smiles when Roy’s hands settle on
his hips.
They don’t actually get kicked out until Dick starts doing backflips off the
punch table.
 
: : :
 
Roy rents them a hotel room at some fancy hotel in the middle of town, slides
Ollie’s black card over like he’s done this a million times before and he and
Dick order almost everything on the menu, raid the mini fridge and drink every
tiny bottle of over-priced liquor they can find.
“Alright,” Dick finally says, flopping back onto the bed, his bowtie facing
backward. “I gotta admit. This was a pretty awesome night.”
“Course it was,” Roy says. He’s still laying on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned
all the way down, still nibbling on a plate of cheese fries they ordered.
“Everything I do is awesome, duh.”
“It’s just,” Dick says, rolling on his belly so he can peer at Roy down on the
floor, watch him lick the cheese sauce off his fingers. “I was really looking
forward to getting laid tonight, you know?”
“What?” Roy says, grinning up at him and climbing on the bed next to Dick, the
ink on his hip peeking out over the waistband of his slacks. “I’m not good
enough for you?”
He puts his mouth on the back of Dick’s neck, slides his hand under Dick’s
waist and palms him through his slack and nibbles on his ear.
Dick lets a soft little sigh and grinds into Roy’s hand. “I can get a handjob
from you any day, Harper,” he teases. “Prom’s supposed to be special.”
Roy licks a stripe up the column of Dick’s neck. “So fuck me,” he murmurs next
to Dick’s ear and feels Dick physically shudder beneath him.
“Seriously?”
It’s sweet, Roy thinks, how Dick can still be this precious about things.
They’ve sucked each other, jerked each other off more times than Roy can count,
they’ve done pretty much everything except fuck each other. Hell, just last
week Roy they popped a few pills and Dick let Roy stick his tongue in his ass.
He really shouldn’t be getting all bashful now.
“Dickie,” Roy says, rolling Dick over and pushing his shirt up his chest so he
can lick his stomach, get Dick’s slacks unbuttoned with his teeth. “Tell me you
haven’t thought about it.”
“Ah,” Dick says when Roy swallows him down, sits up on his elbows so he can
watch Roy bob up and down on his dick. “I mean, yeah. I’ve thought about it
some. But you really -- oh god, do that thing with your tongue again -- you
like that?”
“Being fucked?” Roy asks, pulling off with a wet slurp, and shrugs. “Dunno.
Never done it.”
Dick yanks him up and tastes himself on Roy’s tongue and they roll around on
the bed for a while, pulling each other’s clothes off and groping each other
until Roy does a back roll off the bed and comes back up grinning, a condom and
a small bottle of lube in his hands as he crawls back up to Dick.
So, okay. Maybe Roy lied a little when he told Dick he’d never been fucked
before. There have been guys, one girl even, but when Dick gets behind him,
wraps his arm around Roy’s chest and breathes out a shaky, nervous breath in
the hollow space between Roy’s shoulder blades Roy doesn’t remember a single
one of them.
“Am I --”
“Keep --”
“Oh god, Roy --”
“Fuck, Dickie. Move.”
“Kay.”
Having Dick inside of him is almost too much. Not that he’s too big or
anything, he’s actually perfect. Everything about him is. And isn’t that kind
of it the problem. Roy’s got Dick’s chest pressed against his back, Dick’s lips
on his shoulder, his hand curved around his hip, and he’s fucked and he’s been
fucked before but this.
This is the closest he’s ever been to anyone in his entire life.
He wants to see Dick’s face. He wants to run a million miles away and change
his name.
“Roy,” Dick murmurs into his hair. “Roy, you feel so good. Do I -- do you feel
good too?”
Roy lets out a shaky breath, arches his neck and leans his head back on Dick’s
shoulder. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Feels fucking amazing, Dickie.”
Near the end, Dick actually asks if they can “do it face to face” and Roy just
laughs at him and rolls over, runs his fingers through Dick’s hair as Dick
pushes into him and thinks I could do this every single day as Dick grips his
hips and starts pounding into him, smiling down at Roy as sweat drips off the
tip of his nose.
When Dick reaches down and gets his hand around Roy’s dick Roy comes like it’s
all he’s been waiting for, bucks into Dick’s hand and shoots up his chest and
Dick lets out this noise, cuts Roy’s mouth with his teeth when he leans down to
kiss him, rough and crooked.
“Roy,” he says across Roy’s mouth, blood smeared across Roy’s bottom lip. “Roy,
fuck --”
Then he’s coming too, arms trembling next to Roy’s head, gasping and moaning
against the side of Roy’s face as he spills inside of him.
He doesn’t move for the longest time, doesn’t pull out, and even though it’s
what Roy wants -- what he’s always wanted, even though he’d crawl inside Dick’s
skin and make a home there if he could -- he knows they can’t stay like this
forever.
“Fuck, get off,” Roy says, poking him in the ribs. “You’re crushing me.”
“Screw you, I’m a delicate flower,” Dick says and Roy snorts and pushes him
off, finds his underwear and head to the bathroom for a quick shower.
When he gets out Dick is totally dressed again for some reason and -- oh, Ollie
and Bruce are standing in the room. Glaring at him.
“It’s was my idea,” Dick says. “Don’t get mad at Roy. I wanted to do something
fun because Babs dumped me. It’s my fault.”
Roy almost argues. He almost tells Bruce and his fucking high horse to go fuck
Ollie right between his teeth, but he doesn’t because --
Because last time Ollie made it pretty clear if he fucked up again he’d be out.
Not like he’d take away his keys like Bruce does to Dick, but he’d actually put
his ass on the street.
Because apparently, Dick Grayson is the only person on the planet who has his
fucking back no matter what.
Roy just hopes he doesn’t fuck that up too.
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