Fic: What It Is, And What It Isn't, Teen Titans/Outsiders, Roy/Tim, PG-15, 2/5
Chapter 1: Fixated
Unreal
Reality sucked. Roy Harper was positive of that.
Especially when Poison Ivy was feeling the spirit of the season around Valentine’s Day.
And Roy had thought all those sex pollen jokes that circled through the cape-and-tights community were just that - jokes. Just his luck to be in Gotham City when Poison Ivy decided to attack Dinah’s florist shop. And why did he agree to water her plants while she was in Guadalajara on a mission for Oracle, anyway?
For that matter, why did she need him to water her plants, if Robin was already doing it? Well, not Robin, Tim - that was a nice name; he hoped he got plenty of chances to use it in the future - since he was in civvies, not that it mattered.
Oh, hell, yes, it mattered. Considering that instead of chasing after Ivy, Tim had his hand down Roy’s pants, and was devouring his protestations along with his lips, his tongue…
Where did Robin - Tim - learn to kiss like that?
“You inspire me,” Tim murmured in his ear; apparently Roy was so out of it on Ivy’s pollen that he was speaking all his thoughts aloud.
The lack of coherent thought thing was actually one of Roy’s better memories of being high, but he never remembered his libido acting like this when he was shooting up on heroin. One minute, he was bathed in golden dust, shooting arrows at Ivy - which were intercepted by vines of ivy - the next he was making out with Tim against the cash register.
Not that he was complaining, but he didn’t need to be even the World’s Second Greatest Detective to know that it was the pollen that was making them do this.
“This…this isn’t real,” Roy groaned around a mouthful of Robin’s - Tim’s - neck. It wasn’t real - but it sure felt like it. Felt…good. Really good. And he’d wanted this for a while, besides, which was why it was so hard - so difficult - to make himself stop.
He’d never been any good with temptation.
Anything else he might have said was prevented from coming into existence by Tim’s lips latching onto his. Tim moaned into Roy’s mouth, before ripping their lips apart once. He panted hard and pushed against Roy’s chest, separating them by bare inches. Focusing lust-hazed eyes on Roy’s own, he growled, “Yes. It is.”
Roy licked his lips and croaked out, “Sure?” He didn’t know if he was asking Tim if he was sure this was real…or if he was sure that he wanted this. Wanted him.
If he’d thought Robin’s ‘I’m going to kick your ass’ expression was hot, it had nothing on Tim’s ‘I want to fuck your ass’ expression. Nothing but lust, need, want, and pure predatory intent. “Yesss…” Tim hissed, yanking him back into another one of those soul-devouring kisses.
Well…maybe they could make their own reality for a while.
Chapter 3: Instant
Unreal
Reality sucked. Roy Harper was positive of that.
Especially when Poison Ivy was feeling the spirit of the season around Valentine’s Day.
And Roy had thought all those sex pollen jokes that circled through the cape-and-tights community were just that - jokes. Just his luck to be in Gotham City when Poison Ivy decided to attack Dinah’s florist shop. And why did he agree to water her plants while she was in Guadalajara on a mission for Oracle, anyway?
For that matter, why did she need him to water her plants, if Robin was already doing it? Well, not Robin, Tim - that was a nice name; he hoped he got plenty of chances to use it in the future - since he was in civvies, not that it mattered.
Oh, hell, yes, it mattered. Considering that instead of chasing after Ivy, Tim had his hand down Roy’s pants, and was devouring his protestations along with his lips, his tongue…
Where did Robin - Tim - learn to kiss like that?
“You inspire me,” Tim murmured in his ear; apparently Roy was so out of it on Ivy’s pollen that he was speaking all his thoughts aloud.
The lack of coherent thought thing was actually one of Roy’s better memories of being high, but he never remembered his libido acting like this when he was shooting up on heroin. One minute, he was bathed in golden dust, shooting arrows at Ivy - which were intercepted by vines of ivy - the next he was making out with Tim against the cash register.
Not that he was complaining, but he didn’t need to be even the World’s Second Greatest Detective to know that it was the pollen that was making them do this.
“This…this isn’t real,” Roy groaned around a mouthful of Robin’s - Tim’s - neck. It wasn’t real - but it sure felt like it. Felt…good. Really good. And he’d wanted this for a while, besides, which was why it was so hard - so difficult - to make himself stop.
He’d never been any good with temptation.
Anything else he might have said was prevented from coming into existence by Tim’s lips latching onto his. Tim moaned into Roy’s mouth, before ripping their lips apart once. He panted hard and pushed against Roy’s chest, separating them by bare inches. Focusing lust-hazed eyes on Roy’s own, he growled, “Yes. It is.”
Roy licked his lips and croaked out, “Sure?” He didn’t know if he was asking Tim if he was sure this was real…or if he was sure that he wanted this. Wanted him.
If he’d thought Robin’s ‘I’m going to kick your ass’ expression was hot, it had nothing on Tim’s ‘I want to fuck your ass’ expression. Nothing but lust, need, want, and pure predatory intent. “Yesss…” Tim hissed, yanking him back into another one of those soul-devouring kisses.
Well…maybe they could make their own reality for a while.
Chapter 3: Instant