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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Roy_Harper
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Roy_Harper, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Highschool, cheerleader/quarterback_au,
      Crossdressing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-11 Words: 2209
****** when I need motivation ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     “Cheerleaders, Roy? Really?
Notes
     I have no explanation for this.
“I’m dying,” Roy says, two french fries hanging out of his mouth as he stares
across the cafeteria. “You can have my iPod and my porn stash, Dickie.”
“Uh huh,” Dick says, rolling his pizza up like a taco and shoving it in his
mouth. “Cause of death?”
“That,” Roy says, maybe drooling a little as he points across the room at the
kid waiting in line.
“Cheerleaders, Roy? Really? I’m disappointed, man. I thought --” Then said
cheerleader turns around and Dick gets a good look at him -- at him -- in his
short, pleated skirt and little cropped off top and -- “Oh.”
“Yep,” Roy pops.
“That’s --”
“Spanky pants, Dickie,” Roy sighs, letting the fries fall right out of his
mouth back onto his tray to rest his face in his hands and stare like a creep.
“Spanky pants.”
 
: : :
 
Turns out the cheerleader’s name is Tim and he’s a freshman, which --
-- really has never stopped Roy before.
He’s taking senior level AP classes though and by the end of the week he ends
up in Roy’s chem class, sits down right next to him in his cheer uniform and
chews on the end of his pen the entire time, as if Roy didn’t spend every
waking hour thinking about his mouth already.
“You’re distracting,” Roy says when everyone starts talking after the teacher
says something apparently funny, glancing at Tim’s mouth before letting his
eyes drop to the strip of skin showing between his top and the waistband of his
skirt. “And you know it.”
Tim just smiles and taps the end of his pen against his bottom lip. Then the
bell rings and he shuffles out, leaving Roy with a very unfortunate situation
to deal with in the men’s room between classes.
 
: : :
 
“I’m serious.”
“Sure you are,” Dick says, popping open his soda.
“No, really. He’s killing me, Dickie. Today after class he put his foot on my
knee and asked me to tie his shoe. I saw panties, Dickie. Panties.”
“Christ,” Dick blushes. “You are fucked.”
Roy sighs and stares across the cafeteria at Tim as he fellates a blow pop,
which is apparently also his lunch.
“Fucked,” he agrees solemnly.
 
: : :
 
“That was an interesting show you put on at lunch,” Roy whispers in chem that
afternoon as the teacher has a one on one with one of the other students. “You
good at doing anything else with that mouth?”
It’s...maybe a little bit more forward than he usually is, usually works up to
the hey wanna suck my dick innuendo a tiny bit slower, but that doesn’t really
feel like the game they’re playing here, so Roy just goes for it.
“If you win tonight,” Tim says, not looking at Roy as he fills out his
worksheet. “Maybe you’ll find out.”
 
: : :
 
Because Roy’s life is a disappointment wrapped in a mindfuck wrapped in,
apparently, the world’s biggest cocktease, they lose worse than they’ve ever
lost before. Roy’s shoulder’s all fucked up from some behemoth on the other
team making it his personal mission to sack him every chance he could get and
Coach is so pissed he hasn’t even said a word to them since they left the other
team’s school, which is more terrifying than when he screams at them for four
hours and that vein in his forehead pops out like it’s going to start screaming
too.
“So you played like shit,” Tim says when he walks back to the back of the bus
and Roy’d say something to that, probably, if Tim didn’t follow it up by making
himself at home in Roy’s lap. “That wasn’t really part of our deal.”
“Maybe I was too distracted,” Roy says, fingering the hem of Tim’s skirt. “By
all that eye-fucking you were giving me during time-outs.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim says, opening his thighs a
little, and Roy takes it as an invitation to slip his hand beneath the
polyester. “I was just cheering.”
“Cheer fucking,” Roy says pointedly and slides his hand higher up Tim’s thigh.
“By the way, I hope you were wearing spanky pants when you let Kent lift you up
like that.”
“Maybe,” Tim smirks, clamping his thighs shut before Roy can reach what he’s
after. “Maybe not.”
“You’re killing me,” Roy groans and thunks his head against the back of the
seat. “You know that, right?”
“Uh huh,” Tim grins, then hops out of his lap and straightens his skirt, pats
Roy on the cheek. “Try harder next time, Harper.”
Then he skips off and leaves Roy there so hard he’s pretty sure he’s gonna bust
the zipper on his jeans, to play fucking Uno with fucking Harley.
Roy’s gonna lose his damn mind.
 
: : :
 
The shitty thing is, Roy’s pretty sure they’re going to lose the next game too.
Tim, who Roy is pretty certain by now is actually evil incarnate, has taken to
showing up to practice and watching Roy from the bleachers in whatever obscene
outfit he came to school in that day, never without something in his mouth to
guarantee that Roy misses every snap.
“Things aren’t really looking good for you,” Tim grins by the fence as Roy
makes his way to the locker room, helmet tucked under his arm. Tim’s mouth is
pink and sticky from the blow pop he spent the last half of practice going down
on and Roy only stares a lot.
“That’s because you cheat,” Roy says and leans against the fence. “Why you
doing this to me, huh?”
“I’m a cheerleader, silly.” Tim points out, poking Roy in the forehead. “It’s
my job to motivate you.”
“Oh, that’s what you’re doing,” Roy snorts. “Here I was thinking you were just
trying to give me the worst case of blue balls on record.”
“Don’t be overdramatic,” Tim rolls his eyes.
“Put it into gear, Harper!” Coach shouts at him from the field. “Showers, now!”
“Big game tomorrow night,” Tim reminds him, sing-songing as he skips off.
“Don’t screw it up.”
It’s definitely not the first time Roy’s jerked off in the showers and if Tim
keeps this up, it certainly won’t be the last.
 
: : :
 
“For real?” Dick raises his eyebrows as Roy takes a fry off of his plate. “It’s
been like three weeks.”
“Tell me about it,” Roy groans.
“Dude,” Dick says. “Has it ever taken you this long? I mean -- ever?”
“Dickie,” Roy says, slumping down in his chair as he watches Tim, laid out on
top of one of the picnic tables in the courtyard, being fed M&M’s by a harem of
other freshmen. “You are not helping, asshole.”
“Sorry,” Dick says. “It’s just. Do you think you might be broken?”
Roy stuffs the rest of Dick’s corn dog in his mouth so he’ll shut the fuck up
and walks off.
 
: : :
 
It’s a home game this time, so Tim finds him before he heads into the locker
room, walks up next to him shaking his pom poms, his stupid, pornographic mouth
shiny with gloss, his cheeks painted with the words go team.
“Come to give me a good luck kiss?” Roy grins, leaning against the brick.
“Yes,” Tim says and pushes him back against the wall. “But only because I used
to go to that school and I don’t like to lose. So, Roy?”
“Don’t suck?” Roy asks, staring at Tim’s mouth impatiently.
“Good boy,” Tim grins and kisses him just long enough for Roy to slip his
tongue into his mouth, then pulls away and fixes his lip gloss. “See you after
the game.”
Roy sure as hell hopes so.
 
: : :
 
They win. They actually fucking win. They end up beating the fuckers forty-nine
to seven and Dick pours the whole bucket of Gatorade over his head like they’re
at the goddamn super bowl. Coach names him first star and Roy’s so fucking
pumped about everything that he almost forgets the reason he’s been praying for
this every night for the last three weeks until he gets out to the parking lot
and sees Tim leaning up against his car waiting for him.
“Congratulations,” Tim says and waits for Roy to get in and reach over to
unlock his door. “I knew you could do it.”
It takes everything in Roy not to just jump across the truck and maul Tim where
he sits. Instead, he starts up the truck and says, “Where we going?”
“Donna’s party,” Tim says, pulling down the visor to fix his eyeliner.
“But --”
“Roy,” Tim says. “It’ll be fun. Let’s go.”
Roy sighs and throws the truck in reverse, accidentally grinding the gears
because he’s too busy staring at Tim’s mouth to remember to push the clutch in
all the way.
 
: : :
 
“So,” Dick says, leaning against Donna’s kitchen counter as some random
sophomore attempts a keg stand. “You brought him.”
“Kind of,” Roy says, pouring more Jaeger into his Dr. Pepper. “He kind of
brought me.”
Dick snorts. “You’re a senior.”
“True,” Roy says, throwing back half his drink as he watches Tim dance on top
of the coffee table in a pair of Donna’s heels.
“He’s a freshmen.”
“You reaching a point here soon, Dickie?”
Dick just throws his head back and laughs. “You’re hopeless, man. You know
that?”
Roy just shrugs. “It’ll probably be worth it.”
 
: : :
 
“Fuck, this was so worth it,” Roy mutters as Tim grinds down on him. They’re in
Donna’s sister’s bed and there are My Little Pony posters on the wall but Roy
doesn’t fucking care because Tim makes these little noises when Roy squeezes
his ass and drags him closer.
“You were very patient,” Tim says as he nips at Roy’s ear and gets his hand
under Roy’s shirt, pushes it up and scoots down the bed to swirl his tongue
around Roy’s nipples. “You should get one of these pierced. It doesn’t hurt
that much.”
“Fuck,” Roy mutters as Tim moves lower, his mouth dragging wetly down Roy’s abs
until he reaches the button on his jeans, then -- jesus holy christ -- gets it
open with his teeth.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” Tim says as he drags the
zipper down and Roy makes a pretty hysterical noise in the back of his throat.
“You have, huh?”
“Yeah,” Tim says, taking Roy’s dick out and stroking it lazily. “I kind of
wanted to drop to my knees the first time I saw you.”
“Oh god,” Roy says when Tim’s thumb passes over the head of his dick, smears
the precome all around.
“It was at that car wash fundraiser behind the Dairy Queen,” Tim says. “You
were all wet and shirtless with your stupid abs. That’s when I decided to be a
cheerleader, you know.”
Then he swallows Roy down and Roy forgets what words are, almost forgets how to
breathe for a minute. Tim’s mouth is the hottest, softest thing he’s ever felt.
His lips stretch around him obscenely and he hums around him like maybe he’s
wanted this just as much as Roy has, looks up at him and flutters his eyelashes
and Roy reaches down and pushes his fingers into his hair.
“God, baby,” he rambles. “Your mouth.”
Tim guides Roy’s other hand to his head and sucks him harder when Roy palms the
back of his head, fucks into his mouth a little. He moans and Roy feels the
vibrations all the way down in his balls, fucks his mouth on Roy’s cock until
he’s drooling around him and Roy can see his hand moving back and forth,
jerking himself off as he sucks Roy off.
“Fuck,” Roy pants. “Knew you’d be so fucking good at that. A mouth like that -
- fuck, Tim. I’m gonna come. Do you --”
Tim squeezes Roy’s hip with his other hand and takes him deeper and Roy comes
with a shout, his toes curling up and his back arching off the bed,
accidentally choking Tim a little from the force of it.
When Tim sits back and wipes at his mouth Roy gets up on his knees and grabs
his face, kisses the taste of himself out of Tim’s mouth and wraps his hand
around his dick.
“Oh god,” Tim pants into his neck. “God, Roy. Just like that. Don’t stop.
That’s -- that’s so --”
“I know, baby,” Roy grabs Tim’s face and sucks on his bottom lip, squeezes the
head of Tim’s dick and swallows down his scream when Tim comes for him, hot and
messy all over his hand.
“That,” Roy says, flopping down on the bed. “Was absolutely, one-hundred
percent worth the bullshit you put me through.”
“Are you sure?” Tim says, crawling up to straddle him.
“Uh huh,” Roy says, sliding his hands up around Tim’s sides. “In fact, I think
maybe we should do this again tomorrow.”
Tim gives him a funny look and straightens up a little. “You don’t date
freshmen, Roy,” he says. “It’s practically in the school handbook.”
“I…” Roy starts, then the pieces start to fill in. “Is this why you fucked with
me? Because you thought I’d just fuck you and kick you to the curb?”
Tim shrugs. “Isn’t that how it works?”
Roy grabs Tim and rolls them over, pins them beneath him and kisses him. “Not
anymore.”
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