[maybe it took a little longer than dick said to get the dogs. he went out of the way to make sure that he had the right medical stuff on hand first. he needed to stop by a nearby safehouse for a small handheld machine that acted close to an x-ray machine. it scanned for massive damage. if anything was really wrong with jason, they'd know after a quick run of this.
thank god for medical advancements and okay, bruce. it was one of the few things that dick still used when he had the chance to. he wasn't cleared for all the safehouses, but he told bruce he'd be around and got the okay. medical gear acquired, dick went down to a little place he knew that made the best chili dogs. he was picking them up when he texted jason last.
it was hard not to worry. dick was doing his best. he could deal with the ordinary things, but cars were not ordinary. hurrying back to jason's place, dick made it back in time to set up the tiny place with all he'd brought back by the couch, including two candles to make it nice looking. even if he'd be using a bright medical grade lamp to do any stitching needed. ]
[finding jason and starting this with him has been a dream for dick, one that he wasn't even sure was possible. there's a lot of things attached to it that he's working through. he's happy, so damn happy and he doesn't want to let go of that, so he's going to do everything he can to keep it going.
taking jason's hand, he leads him to the shop and pays for the full experience. they'll have time with the dogs and then coffee/tea and snacks after.
after they've paid, dick takes him into their own little puppy room with about eight puppies of varying sizes and ages. they all immediately start running around and jumping on them. ]
[Fucking professional boundaries. Dick had hoped that they were beyond being professionals and more about friends at least. He really screwed that pooch. The house and its state of of up and down dress really doesn't bother Dick. Living with Bruce and then teens has taught him to expect anything.
He sighs when he settles on the bed next to Iggy, a hand going out to run along the other male's side. ]
I'm not socially stupid. I'm actually rather good with social graces. I apologized once and I understand where you are coming from. I am used to having my privacy invaded because of who I am, but there are parts of my life that very few people know about. I protect those parts with dark devotion. I do get it. I will back off if you think it's best. I get it, I do.
[He sighs, but he doesn't want to make Iggy feel guilty for Dick's own mistakes. This is a common thing for Dick, and he knows what he does and where his mistakes always land him.]
Yeah. I was more interested in us and making sure we were in a good place. Now we are, I can let her in a little. I'm not close after all that happened, but we're alright.
from this tfln Well, you are my girl. You're my one and only, and I will take care of you even if it's only a few sore fingers. When we go to Gotham, we'll spend an entire day at a spa getting you pampered by the best.
I like challenges. I also like tasting every inch of you.
[It's been so long in coming that Dick has to hold on for a second, securing the hand around him tightly until the wave of intensity passes and he's sure that he's not going to come early. It's a very real possibility considering how much he wants, and how good it feels just being here naked with Jason.
Every inch of Jason's body is absolute perfection, there's scars and marks, that speak of every battle and war he's fought to become who he is and Dick can only run his fingers over them, his mouth.
Pushing Jason back into the mattress, Dick begins to cover Jason's body with his mouth. He takes each of the other male's nipples into his mouth and sucks at them proper, taking his time to make Jason moan for him. He grips at Jason's hip, digging his fingernails in as he does. Holding himself back, but barely, from letting his cock dig into Jason's hip. He wants to make them both want and need to the very last second. ]
[There's something to be said for having Bruce be closer to his age that makes it less intimidating at times, even if there's a ringing paradox to the entire thing. Cut from the same cloth, and made to be so near the same person and yet Dick's been through a life apart from the mansion for some time. Tangentially, there's also a different kind of emotion attached to this Bruce, than one he'd ever feel for any of the others, the ones who raised him.
It bounces back and forth, confusing him and yet now while he's feeling softer and more open due to the effects of far too much alcohol, maybe it's easier to slice through the hard shell Dick knows so well, and expose the network of guilt and grief that he's equally accustomed to beating dully inside. At least, that's what he expect inside one he imagines he knows well enough.
So, he waits, with the good alcohol out. A bottle of bourbon. He's already had two glasses and left Bruce one sitting on the coffee table right next to his in front of the leather couch, not next to the large wing-backed chair that would probably be the other man's choice. Sorry Bruce. ]
Nesting, huh? Is this where I ask if you're pregnant? [He teases right back with a wide grin, laughing because he knows that she's obviously not. Sitting down next to her, Dick slides his arm behind her and then curls one around her in front and brings her into the shadow of his embrace]
It's looking pretty wonderful. You'll fill it out more as you get settled. We tend to collect things over time. I don't know how, but I have lots of things in my apartment that I'll never need. Weird statues, pictures that I never remembered buying...
[Some of that is because he's had missions all over, and even more of that is because other people have done the decorating in several of the places he's lived in. It was always easier to fill out a bachelor's pad if he didn't have to do the filling.]
Anything but the laptop could have been flung across that desk and Dick would have been more than fine with enjoying every flavor of Jace, or visa versa. It didn't matter who wanted to be in charge for the night. Every way that it went, Dick sat squarely in the victor's chair every time. He loved the way they changed and moved against one another, always enjoying something new and different with each time they fell inside each other and let the world sink away.
Tonight was no different. "I'll take everything." Dick meant it too. He'd take it all from his love. There was nothing that he'd leave behind, there was nothing Dick would hesitate to sink into. He'd take blood, body and soul, every passionate breath that boiled from heated lips to perfectly bare skin. When Jace spun them wildly about, dancing away his shirt, until they were back where they began, Dick smirked and tipped his head against the pull on his hair and ran his teeth tightly against the hunter's neck, leaving small marks in his wake.
A small lap of apology followed, until it was taken up by a gasp when Jace found his nipple. "Fuck. You know what that does to me, and I love it." His hips jutted quietly against Jace's rutting their cocks together again and again. Dick drove himself against his lover with a purpose. "Keep it up, and see how long I let you last like this."
[When Mat takes up from his cozy spot on the couch where he happens to be eating Dick's most sacred of foods. How dare that little rat pilfer the cereal he'd tucked away in the safe under lock and key. How the hell did he get in there anyways. Dick shakes his head with a huff, and knows that the jewels and money are still there even if the cereal is not. So far nothing has been taken from the safehouse, not even a dime fallen between the couch cushions. It's been a curiosity from the beginning.
It's also the reason why Dick has decided to bring Mat into his life. Dick is sick of the quiet apartment, and this place only has one small bed, and while he doesn't mind sharing it. If they're going to share a bed, shouldn't it be his king sized one? Not that there isn't an entire set of rooms that Mat could take for himself should he wish.
Turning round, Dick physically bumps into Mat standing behind him. It knocks one of his more painful bruises and he falls back to sitting on top of a small table with a grunt.]
Yes, you're moving in, with me. I'd never evict you. Yes, I'm bleeding. Go get the kit and we'll sew me up.
[It's with a sigh that Dick pulls off his shirt, and pants, leaving him in his boxers. He can roll them down the partway needed to get at the full wound that cuts down the side of his back and across his kidney area and stops short of his sacral spine-- aka right about his plump ass.]
I think there's a little bit of fentanyl in there for the pain, you can inject me. It should knock me out long enough for you to sew. I'll show you which kit to use. Or you can use the stapler if you feel more comfortable. It'll work too.
I cook from time to time, but not as much now that I live by myself. I might check out a dinner party. I'll see.
[Larger gatherings were not normally Dick's thing, because eventually someone naturally recognized him as the ward of Bruce Wayne and then the questions came. All the things that bore him, and things he hated answering for the press over and over, much less people he hardly knew. Being a status symbol and a media presence had its downfall.
Dick felt rather lucky that Guin hadn't brought any of that up, either she didn't know, or she was being polite, and he genuinely appreciated it. The next question made him smile. There was a world of ridiculous in his past. Much of it he couldn't talk about, but of the stuff he could. Well, it was hard to come up with the most ridiculous thing. He pushed his lips together as he thought.]
You've asked a difficult question. There are so many good answers. I've done a few ridiculous things in my time. You have to understand that before my parents were murdered we were trapeze artists. I grew up an acrobat, and still am to this day. Add a lot of alcohol to that, and trying to impress girls by jumping across or off things, you get much that is ridiculous. Tops of buildings across to other buildings, swinging up staircases, I've done most all of it.
[Dick laughs. He's done a lot of stupid in his day, and that's only the half of it. Honestly, it's hard to come up with some of the most crazy things he's done. He's sure that they were probably mostly done as Robin or Nightwing, and therefore unable to be shared.]
I've also taken girls skinny dipping at mansions when I know the homeowners are away. I'm good at getting past security.
[There's a roar of emptiness when Jay doesn't move, isn't put off by Dicks confession, his ugly version of truth that spews from sour lips. It's quite possible that there's only one of them that fully understands the significance behind it. The upended passion that dwells like so much fire beneath Dick's skin, ready to ignite and burn him up at any second.
Not only is there no step back, but Jay leans in and Dick swallows thickly the greed that lies heavy in every part of his body. There's no way to hide the attraction that sits between his legs, nor still the raging of his heart, but he can do his best to speak some sense. If any of this ever made a lick of it. ]
I've never wanted to fuck around with a guy... any one but you.
[Fingers remain behind Jason's neck working to expand and curl over and over while Dick's jaw and neck become a playground of sensation, fanning the flames, bringing him ever closer to the edge. Everything that's Jason, the copper sting of him still sits and swirls around Dick's tongue as it aches to meet another part of the younger man's skin once more. Through all his battles, he's always been alive, but this is another form of it-- another measure of being alive that he doesn't recall feeling. ]
It is different. I want it to be different. Don't you see that. I want to cover your body with my mouth, taste every inch of you, swallow you down and then do more than fuck around. I want it all, Jay. I want everything.
You'll find better drinks when you get older and more experienced. I think a screwdriver was one of my first drinks too. That and vodka and frozen lemonade mixed in a blender. I don't think I ever drank the second one again.
Like my really good alcohol. Never as in I'll drink it before anyone else knows it's available.
Why not? It's something fun to do together and that way I can make sure that all the trouble you get into is with me. My drink depends on my mood, and how drunk I want to get and how fast I want to get there. I love a good beer after work. Tequila shots are great for dates because they have the possibility for licking your date, but they are also a great way to get drunk, fast. They also encourage bad behavior, so use them sparingly and safely. I love a mixed vodka drink, or any great shot recommended by a bartender honestly. If I am somewhere nice, I'll have a whiskey or bourbon. I know that's a lot, but there's a science to it all.
[Even with his tongue tantalizing, teasing and toying with one of the most intimate parts of her body, Dick can feel himself falling under their spell, the one created when Dick is anywhere near Barbara. It's almost impossible for him to stay down on his knees, when he wants to look up that body of hers and watch her face, see the perfect arch of her back. Perhaps the chair is most wonderful for him to bury his face between her legs, but it-- lacks. Far be it from Dick to let that stop him from using his other senses.
Fingers crawl along her thighs and reach up to cradle a breast, thumb circling a nipple in almost the same manner as he tortures her clit. He inhales her scent, smearing it across his not only his tongue but his chin and across his upper lip. Dick's ears catch every breath that her lungs cater, every single time her diaphragm yanks downward and pulls in oxygen only to release it as carbon dioxide, he hears it. Barbara's remarkable in every way. There's not an iota of her that's not breathtakingly perfect when it comes down to it.
It's not until he can feel that fine tremble begin to move down her legs and into her toes, and hear the singular hitch in her breath does he begin to let his tongue have it's final pleasure. His name is spelled out across the swollen nub, along with many other possessive words. She'll never know. It's the letters that circle and work their magic that he knows will draw her right over that precipitous edge.
The second she begins to fall, Dick pinches and tugs at her nipple and then sucks hard at her clit, following her hips however they roll against the chair or his face. He'd encourage her with words, but this is the best he can do. He moans softly, loving the way she dances for him, and only him. This is where he could live, right here in her ultimate pleasure.]
[Rolling his eyes at the last text, Dick tosses his phone onto the couch and throws back the beer he had been drinking on. If Jason is bringing more, then there was no reason to nurse it. It's not like there's a shortage in his fridge. This is his pad, and he tends to keep it stocked lately. There's no one else to tell him otherwise.
He gets the job done, and enjoys his downtime -- occasionally a little too much. It's been odd being on his own ever since he left Bludhaven to come back to Gotham. He knew he was needed here with Bruce being in semi-retirement. He wasn't himself anymore after killing the Joker and trying to commit suicide. His Red Hood took over some of the duties, but Dick was still very needed.
Flipping through the channels, Dick laughed when he passed by Titanic. He almost wanted to put it on as a joke, but wasn't sure Jason would find it amusing. Fuck it. He hit the play button. They could change it when his slow ass walked through the door.]
[Feeling the heat from Jason's eyes, Dick knows that he should move quicker toward the water. He knows that it's not exactly proper to feel the churning in his stomach that he does, the silent tug he can't help whenever he thinks of Jason when he trains. It's not like Dick's attracted to guys.
Still, after he blossoms from the water, he turns to watch Jason. It's impossible not to want to see what's under his clothing. The burning jealousy that began when he met him still simmers quietly, but beneath that is more-- something Dick can't describe.
There's a laugh when Jason just steps off the edge with no ceremony.]
Here I thought you'd do a running cannonball or something spectacular to wow me. [a beat] No, I know. Hot water is for the tub up there. I'll be checking that out later when I'm done here and want to unwind.
[Dick had taken the time to strip his bed while he waited for her to show up. The last thing he needed was to have bed sheets covered in paint if he somehow ended up back there after his shower. He wasn't planning on anything happening, but he was climbing into a shower with a rather gorgeous woman. He knew himself.
When the door sounded, Dick wrapped an old white robe around himself and went to open it. ]
Food and a gorgeous woman. I don't think my morning could get any better. Come on in.
Bad at talking, knowing when to stop, when to go on, Dick had no idea what he was doing here with Tim, beyond drowning. It felt like he could continue on this path and who knew where it would take them both. There was a lot to take on in one night, but this singular influx of desire had been shooting across Dick's nerves for longer than he wanted to ever express. How many times had his fantasies shifted in the middle to dark shocks of hair and Tim's vibrant blue eyes. Curves became sharp planes, and now he was feeling all of this for real.
The way Tim flowed across his palate only made Dick hungry for so much more. Anytime he thought about pulling away, about stopping, he'd find another spot, another bit to lick or nip at that had him eagerly brandishing forward instead of breaking away. When Tim pulled back to take off his shirt, Dick inhaled deeply. He'd seen Tim without a shirt plenty of times, but this was so impossibly different. This was for Dick alone. Cautious fingers reached up and ran along the planes of his stomach, the slope of muscles in his chest.
They all worked terribly hard for the bodies they had, and Tim was no different. He might be the brains of the outfit, but he was a bird and built like one as well. "Fuck." Dick whispered, and bit at his lip. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Tim's neck, then lower, across his collarbone, lapping up little tiny marks that would only last the night, sucking them as he moved along the other male's shoulder.
Moving back to lick into Tim's mouth, Dick brought his own shirt up and over his head, barely breaking the short eager kisses to do it. What they lacked in length, they made up for in depth. Dick licked, bit and sucked at Tim's mouth, losing all desire to restrain himself. "If you want me to stop, tell me." He moved in as close as humanly possible, needing to feel the closest contact between their bodies he could manage.
[everything you have with Tim is perfect, and we'll smash worlds together however we wish cause it's our line and our time to play with writing. That's the best part about psl stuff. ;) I'm enjoying this too. Your Tim is fun. ]
Wearing that symbol is not easy. I think you can tell that it's been rough on the two of us previously. You are a standout, and I'm so proud of you. I hope you know that. I want to tell you the things I never told Jason because I was too stupid and jealous. You need to know that you're incredible and unique. You're worthy, and I'm so lucky to know you. Truly.
I'd doubt I'd know how to reject you. You're hot yourself, and I think we're skipping some part of a date by jumping straight to a bath party and sleeping in my bed. I might have sex with people, but bathing and sleeping are pretty intimate. I'm looking forward to it.
I'll show you sometime later.
Wait, you're not waiting for me? You're up there. I'm looking forward to tonight. I like my water warm, and with lots of bubbles. Some oils on a shelf there are good for relaxation, healing, etc. If you want.
(Maybe one day... I've never thought about how crazy that would be.)
I've heard of some working out west, but only for a while. It might be a new thing. I don't know.
I'm not going to judge people that do kill the bad guys. I mean, I used to sorta, but I don't anymore. I know that Batman doesn't, and I mean, I think that most people belong in jail. Don't get me wrong, I had a pretty big need to see the people who killed my parents dead, but then I realized that it wasn't justice. I think it's better for them to live a horrible life in prison. He was taken out anyways.
I- I don't think I've got it in me to kill, but I'm not judge and jury. It's not my job.
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[maybe it took a little longer than dick said to get the dogs. he went out of the way to make sure that he had the right medical stuff on hand first. he needed to stop by a nearby safehouse for a small handheld machine that acted close to an x-ray machine. it scanned for massive damage. if anything was really wrong with jason, they'd know after a quick run of this.
thank god for medical advancements and okay, bruce. it was one of the few things that dick still used when he had the chance to. he wasn't cleared for all the safehouses, but he told bruce he'd be around and got the okay. medical gear acquired, dick went down to a little place he knew that made the best chili dogs. he was picking them up when he texted jason last.
it was hard not to worry. dick was doing his best. he could deal with the ordinary things, but cars were not ordinary. hurrying back to jason's place, dick made it back in time to set up the tiny place with all he'd brought back by the couch, including two candles to make it nice looking. even if he'd be using a bright medical grade lamp to do any stitching needed. ]
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[finding jason and starting this with him has been a dream for dick, one that he wasn't even sure was possible. there's a lot of things attached to it that he's working through. he's happy, so damn happy and he doesn't want to let go of that, so he's going to do everything he can to keep it going.
taking jason's hand, he leads him to the shop and pays for the full experience. they'll have time with the dogs and then coffee/tea and snacks after.
after they've paid, dick takes him into their own little puppy room with about eight puppies of varying sizes and ages. they all immediately start running around and jumping on them. ]
oh man. this is going to be crazy.
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[Fucking professional boundaries. Dick had hoped that they were beyond being professionals and more about friends at least. He really screwed that pooch. The house and its state of of up and down dress really doesn't bother Dick. Living with Bruce and then teens has taught him to expect anything.
He sighs when he settles on the bed next to Iggy, a hand going out to run along the other male's side. ]
I'm not socially stupid. I'm actually rather good with social graces. I apologized once and I understand where you are coming from. I am used to having my privacy invaded because of who I am, but there are parts of my life that very few people know about. I protect those parts with dark devotion. I do get it. I will back off if you think it's best. I get it, I do.
[He sighs, but he doesn't want to make Iggy feel guilty for Dick's own mistakes. This is a common thing for Dick, and he knows what he does and where his mistakes always land him.]
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Yeah. I was more interested in us and making sure we were in a good place.
Now we are, I can let her in a little.
I'm not close after all that happened, but we're alright.
See you soon.
Ty! ❤️
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Well, you are my girl.
You're my one and only, and I will take care of you even if it's only a few sore fingers.
When we go to Gotham, we'll spend an entire day at a spa getting you pampered by the best.
I like challenges. I also like tasting every inch of you.
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[It's been so long in coming that Dick has to hold on for a second, securing the hand around him tightly until the wave of intensity passes and he's sure that he's not going to come early. It's a very real possibility considering how much he wants, and how good it feels just being here naked with Jason.
Every inch of Jason's body is absolute perfection, there's scars and marks, that speak of every battle and war he's fought to become who he is and Dick can only run his fingers over them, his mouth.
Pushing Jason back into the mattress, Dick begins to cover Jason's body with his mouth. He takes each of the other male's nipples into his mouth and sucks at them proper, taking his time to make Jason moan for him. He grips at Jason's hip, digging his fingernails in as he does. Holding himself back, but barely, from letting his cock dig into Jason's hip. He wants to make them both want and need to the very last second. ]
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[There's something to be said for having Bruce be closer to his age that makes it less intimidating at times, even if there's a ringing paradox to the entire thing. Cut from the same cloth, and made to be so near the same person and yet Dick's been through a life apart from the mansion for some time. Tangentially, there's also a different kind of emotion attached to this Bruce, than one he'd ever feel for any of the others, the ones who raised him.
It bounces back and forth, confusing him and yet now while he's feeling softer and more open due to the effects of far too much alcohol, maybe it's easier to slice through the hard shell Dick knows so well, and expose the network of guilt and grief that he's equally accustomed to beating dully inside. At least, that's what he expect inside one he imagines he knows well enough.
So, he waits, with the good alcohol out. A bottle of bourbon. He's already had two glasses and left Bruce one sitting on the coffee table right next to his in front of the leather couch, not next to the large wing-backed chair that would probably be the other man's choice. Sorry Bruce. ]
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Nesting, huh? Is this where I ask if you're pregnant? [He teases right back with a wide grin, laughing because he knows that she's obviously not. Sitting down next to her, Dick slides his arm behind her and then curls one around her in front and brings her into the shadow of his embrace]
It's looking pretty wonderful. You'll fill it out more as you get settled. We tend to collect things over time. I don't know how, but I have lots of things in my apartment that I'll never need. Weird statues, pictures that I never remembered buying...
[Some of that is because he's had missions all over, and even more of that is because other people have done the decorating in several of the places he's lived in. It was always easier to fill out a bachelor's pad if he didn't have to do the filling.]
thank you for moving <3
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Anything but the laptop could have been flung across that desk and Dick would have been more than fine with enjoying every flavor of Jace, or visa versa. It didn't matter who wanted to be in charge for the night. Every way that it went, Dick sat squarely in the victor's chair every time. He loved the way they changed and moved against one another, always enjoying something new and different with each time they fell inside each other and let the world sink away.
Tonight was no different. "I'll take everything." Dick meant it too. He'd take it all from his love. There was nothing that he'd leave behind, there was nothing Dick would hesitate to sink into. He'd take blood, body and soul, every passionate breath that boiled from heated lips to perfectly bare skin. When Jace spun them wildly about, dancing away his shirt, until they were back where they began, Dick smirked and tipped his head against the pull on his hair and ran his teeth tightly against the hunter's neck, leaving small marks in his wake.
A small lap of apology followed, until it was taken up by a gasp when Jace found his nipple. "Fuck. You know what that does to me, and I love it." His hips jutted quietly against Jace's rutting their cocks together again and again. Dick drove himself against his lover with a purpose. "Keep it up, and see how long I let you last like this."
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[When Mat takes up from his cozy spot on the couch where he happens to be eating Dick's most sacred of foods. How dare that little rat pilfer the cereal he'd tucked away in the safe under lock and key. How the hell did he get in there anyways. Dick shakes his head with a huff, and knows that the jewels and money are still there even if the cereal is not. So far nothing has been taken from the safehouse, not even a dime fallen between the couch cushions. It's been a curiosity from the beginning.
It's also the reason why Dick has decided to bring Mat into his life. Dick is sick of the quiet apartment, and this place only has one small bed, and while he doesn't mind sharing it. If they're going to share a bed, shouldn't it be his king sized one? Not that there isn't an entire set of rooms that Mat could take for himself should he wish.
Turning round, Dick physically bumps into Mat standing behind him. It knocks one of his more painful bruises and he falls back to sitting on top of a small table with a grunt.]
Yes, you're moving in, with me. I'd never evict you. Yes, I'm bleeding. Go get the kit and we'll sew me up.
[It's with a sigh that Dick pulls off his shirt, and pants, leaving him in his boxers. He can roll them down the partway needed to get at the full wound that cuts down the side of his back and across his kidney area and stops short of his sacral spine-- aka right about his plump ass.]
I think there's a little bit of fentanyl in there for the pain, you can inject me. It should knock me out long enough for you to sew. I'll show you which kit to use. Or you can use the stapler if you feel more comfortable. It'll work too.
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I cook from time to time, but not as much now that I live by myself. I might check out a dinner party. I'll see.
[Larger gatherings were not normally Dick's thing, because eventually someone naturally recognized him as the ward of Bruce Wayne and then the questions came. All the things that bore him, and things he hated answering for the press over and over, much less people he hardly knew. Being a status symbol and a media presence had its downfall.
Dick felt rather lucky that Guin hadn't brought any of that up, either she didn't know, or she was being polite, and he genuinely appreciated it. The next question made him smile. There was a world of ridiculous in his past. Much of it he couldn't talk about, but of the stuff he could. Well, it was hard to come up with the most ridiculous thing. He pushed his lips together as he thought.]
You've asked a difficult question. There are so many good answers. I've done a few ridiculous things in my time. You have to understand that before my parents were murdered we were trapeze artists. I grew up an acrobat, and still am to this day. Add a lot of alcohol to that, and trying to impress girls by jumping across or off things, you get much that is ridiculous. Tops of buildings across to other buildings, swinging up staircases, I've done most all of it.
[Dick laughs. He's done a lot of stupid in his day, and that's only the half of it. Honestly, it's hard to come up with some of the most crazy things he's done. He's sure that they were probably mostly done as Robin or Nightwing, and therefore unable to be shared.]
I've also taken girls skinny dipping at mansions when I know the homeowners are away. I'm good at getting past security.
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[There's a roar of emptiness when Jay doesn't move, isn't put off by Dicks confession, his ugly version of truth that spews from sour lips. It's quite possible that there's only one of them that fully understands the significance behind it. The upended passion that dwells like so much fire beneath Dick's skin, ready to ignite and burn him up at any second.
Not only is there no step back, but Jay leans in and Dick swallows thickly the greed that lies heavy in every part of his body. There's no way to hide the attraction that sits between his legs, nor still the raging of his heart, but he can do his best to speak some sense. If any of this ever made a lick of it. ]
I've never wanted to fuck around with a guy... any one but you.
[Fingers remain behind Jason's neck working to expand and curl over and over while Dick's jaw and neck become a playground of sensation, fanning the flames, bringing him ever closer to the edge. Everything that's Jason, the copper sting of him still sits and swirls around Dick's tongue as it aches to meet another part of the younger man's skin once more. Through all his battles, he's always been alive, but this is another form of it-- another measure of being alive that he doesn't recall feeling. ]
It is different. I want it to be different. Don't you see that. I want to cover your body with my mouth, taste every inch of you, swallow you down and then do more than fuck around. I want it all, Jay. I want everything.
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You'll find better drinks when you get older and more experienced. I think a screwdriver was one of my first drinks too. That and vodka and frozen lemonade mixed in a blender. I don't think I ever drank the second one again.
Like my really good alcohol. Never as in I'll drink it before anyone else knows it's available.
Why not? It's something fun to do together and that way I can make sure that all the trouble you get into is with me. My drink depends on my mood, and how drunk I want to get and how fast I want to get there. I love a good beer after work. Tequila shots are great for dates because they have the possibility for licking your date, but they are also a great way to get drunk, fast. They also encourage bad behavior, so use them sparingly and safely. I love a mixed vodka drink, or any great shot recommended by a bartender honestly. If I am somewhere nice, I'll have a whiskey or bourbon. I know that's a lot, but there's a science to it all.
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Craving a dick pic? Even after the assault to your eyes? Maybe I can help with that...
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You're safe this time but don't get too comfortable. Though you'd have to get me completely shit faced to get me to step foot in a karaoke bar.
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[Even with his tongue tantalizing, teasing and toying with one of the most intimate parts of her body, Dick can feel himself falling under their spell, the one created when Dick is anywhere near Barbara. It's almost impossible for him to stay down on his knees, when he wants to look up that body of hers and watch her face, see the perfect arch of her back. Perhaps the chair is most wonderful for him to bury his face between her legs, but it-- lacks. Far be it from Dick to let that stop him from using his other senses.
Fingers crawl along her thighs and reach up to cradle a breast, thumb circling a nipple in almost the same manner as he tortures her clit. He inhales her scent, smearing it across his not only his tongue but his chin and across his upper lip. Dick's ears catch every breath that her lungs cater, every single time her diaphragm yanks downward and pulls in oxygen only to release it as carbon dioxide, he hears it. Barbara's remarkable in every way. There's not an iota of her that's not breathtakingly perfect when it comes down to it.
It's not until he can feel that fine tremble begin to move down her legs and into her toes, and hear the singular hitch in her breath does he begin to let his tongue have it's final pleasure. His name is spelled out across the swollen nub, along with many other possessive words. She'll never know. It's the letters that circle and work their magic that he knows will draw her right over that precipitous edge.
The second she begins to fall, Dick pinches and tugs at her nipple and then sucks hard at her clit, following her hips however they roll against the chair or his face. He'd encourage her with words, but this is the best he can do. He moans softly, loving the way she dances for him, and only him. This is where he could live, right here in her ultimate pleasure.]
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[Rolling his eyes at the last text, Dick tosses his phone onto the couch and throws back the beer he had been drinking on. If Jason is bringing more, then there was no reason to nurse it. It's not like there's a shortage in his fridge. This is his pad, and he tends to keep it stocked lately. There's no one else to tell him otherwise.
He gets the job done, and enjoys his downtime -- occasionally a little too much. It's been odd being on his own ever since he left Bludhaven to come back to Gotham. He knew he was needed here with Bruce being in semi-retirement. He wasn't himself anymore after killing the Joker and trying to commit suicide. His Red Hood took over some of the duties, but Dick was still very needed.
Flipping through the channels, Dick laughed when he passed by Titanic. He almost wanted to put it on as a joke, but wasn't sure Jason would find it amusing. Fuck it. He hit the play button. They could change it when his slow ass walked through the door.]
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[Feeling the heat from Jason's eyes, Dick knows that he should move quicker toward the water. He knows that it's not exactly proper to feel the churning in his stomach that he does, the silent tug he can't help whenever he thinks of Jason when he trains. It's not like Dick's attracted to guys.
Still, after he blossoms from the water, he turns to watch Jason. It's impossible not to want to see what's under his clothing. The burning jealousy that began when he met him still simmers quietly, but beneath that is more-- something Dick can't describe.
There's a laugh when Jason just steps off the edge with no ceremony.]
Here I thought you'd do a running cannonball or something spectacular to wow me. [a beat] No, I know. Hot water is for the tub up there. I'll be checking that out later when I'm done here and want to unwind.
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[Dick had taken the time to strip his bed while he waited for her to show up. The last thing he needed was to have bed sheets covered in paint if he somehow ended up back there after his shower. He wasn't planning on anything happening, but he was climbing into a shower with a rather gorgeous woman. He knew himself.
When the door sounded, Dick wrapped an old white robe around himself and went to open it. ]
Food and a gorgeous woman. I don't think my morning could get any better. Come on in.
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Bad at talking, knowing when to stop, when to go on, Dick had no idea what he was doing here with Tim, beyond drowning. It felt like he could continue on this path and who knew where it would take them both. There was a lot to take on in one night, but this singular influx of desire had been shooting across Dick's nerves for longer than he wanted to ever express. How many times had his fantasies shifted in the middle to dark shocks of hair and Tim's vibrant blue eyes. Curves became sharp planes, and now he was feeling all of this for real.
The way Tim flowed across his palate only made Dick hungry for so much more. Anytime he thought about pulling away, about stopping, he'd find another spot, another bit to lick or nip at that had him eagerly brandishing forward instead of breaking away. When Tim pulled back to take off his shirt, Dick inhaled deeply. He'd seen Tim without a shirt plenty of times, but this was so impossibly different. This was for Dick alone. Cautious fingers reached up and ran along the planes of his stomach, the slope of muscles in his chest.
They all worked terribly hard for the bodies they had, and Tim was no different. He might be the brains of the outfit, but he was a bird and built like one as well. "Fuck." Dick whispered, and bit at his lip. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Tim's neck, then lower, across his collarbone, lapping up little tiny marks that would only last the night, sucking them as he moved along the other male's shoulder.
Moving back to lick into Tim's mouth, Dick brought his own shirt up and over his head, barely breaking the short eager kisses to do it. What they lacked in length, they made up for in depth. Dick licked, bit and sucked at Tim's mouth, losing all desire to restrain himself. "If you want me to stop, tell me." He moved in as close as humanly possible, needing to feel the closest contact between their bodies he could manage.
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sorry for the delay, busy weekend has been busy.
don't even worry about it! ❤️
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[everything you have with Tim is perfect, and we'll smash worlds together however we wish cause it's our line and our time to play with writing. That's the best part about psl stuff. ;) I'm enjoying this too. Your Tim is fun. ]
Wearing that symbol is not easy. I think you can tell that it's been rough on the two of us previously. You are a standout, and I'm so proud of you. I hope you know that. I want to tell you the things I never told Jason because I was too stupid and jealous. You need to know that you're incredible and unique. You're worthy, and I'm so lucky to know you. Truly.
I'd doubt I'd know how to reject you. You're hot yourself, and I think we're skipping some part of a date by jumping straight to a bath party and sleeping in my bed. I might have sex with people, but bathing and sleeping are pretty intimate.
I'm looking forward to it.
I'll show you sometime later.
Wait, you're not waiting for me? You're up there. I'm looking forward to tonight. I like my water warm, and with lots of bubbles. Some oils on a shelf there are good for relaxation, healing, etc. If you want.
(Maybe one day... I've never thought about how crazy that would be.)
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You're biased, but thanks.
I've heard of some working out west, but only for a while. It might be a new thing. I don't know.
I'm not going to judge people that do kill the bad guys. I mean, I used to sorta, but I don't anymore. I know that Batman doesn't, and I mean, I think that most people belong in jail. Don't get me wrong, I had a pretty big need to see the people who killed my parents dead, but then I realized that it wasn't justice. I think it's better for them to live a horrible life in prison. He was taken out anyways.
I- I don't think I've got it in me to kill, but I'm not judge and jury. It's not my job.
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