Fic: The Space Between; Tim Drake/ Remy LeBeau; R
Title: The Space Between
Pairing: Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit
Fandom: DCU/Marvel crossover
Rating: hard R
Warnings: slash, make outs
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,000ish
Author's Notes: I fleshed out some comment porn for a comment_fic entry. It was too long to fit into the comment so I have to post it here. I fucking HATE the character limit in comments. >:(((
Prompt: author's choice; author's choice; steps to the places in between
The Space Between
It was the innuendos that were starting to get to Tim. Well, not the innuendos in and of themselves. He was used to innuendo. It was impossible to work with Dick Grayson and not be. It was more Gambit's voice.
The light accent and silky sweet lilt made his mind go places. Suggestions and light teasing that he would have ignored from anyone else made him flush all over as something liquid and hot pooled low in his belly.
Each time he had to remind himself why it would be a bad idea to take Gambit up on one of his plethora of offers. 'It's a bad idea. It's a bad idea. It's a bad idea.' quickly become his mantra over the days they worked together.
It worked up until he took a particularly vicious blow to the head while they fled from a laboratory they had just robbed. Gambit had told him the job was too risky, that there was too much security but all Tim seemed to be able to think about these days was getting home and Gambit’s smirking mouth and lilting voice.
Gambit picked him up from where he had fallen on the ground with almost no effort. He pulled Tim in close and half carried-half dragged Tim across the court yard where armed security officers were still searching for them and into a sheltered stair way.
Tim stumbled halfway down the stairs and Gambit caught him, holding him tight in strong arms.
"Are you alright, mon chéri?" Gambit asked him, his concern clear in both his voice and his eyes as he looked Tim over.
Tim could only nod dumbly as he tried to remember his mantra. He wished he was wearing body armor. He wished he was back in Gotham, on his home turf. He wished he had Batman and Nightwing here to protect him and keep him focused. He wished his self confidence wasn’t so strongly tied to those things.
When Gambit smiled down at him, his mind went blank and he stopped wishing for anything.
"Bon," he husked and pressed his mouth to Tim's.
It was hot and it was soft and the faint stubble of his beard rasped against Tim's mouth and chin. It sent thrills down his spine and he forgot how to breathe. Gambit's tongue was wet and slick as it pressed into Tim's mouth. Confident and knowing, he coaxed Tim into a deep kiss, humming into it as Tim responded.
Tim felt himself go hot all over. He wrapped his arms around Remy's neck as he tried to keep his balance during the dizzying onslaught of kisses. The commotion in the courtyard rang in his ears and Tim knew he should be catching his breath and finding a strategy to beat these ‘mutants’ they were running from but it was as if he was trapped in between areas of focus in his mind. He couldn’t focus on the escape plan because Gambit’s mouth was trailing down his neck and throat and he couldn’t focus on the kiss because he could still hear the cries of the men who were chasing them.
“Oh God, not here,” Tim groaned, burying his fingers and Gambit’s hair and trying to pull him off his neck.
“If I get you somewhere safe, will you say 'yes'?” Gambit whispered against his throat, soft lips and rough stubble tickled his neck and Tim had a hard time focusing for a few seconds.
“I don’t-- It’s a bad idea,” he tried to reason with Gambit, but the other man just laughed huskily and let a hand drift down to cup Tim though the thin fabric of his pants. Tim’s head flew back and he cracked it painfully against the wall behind him. He couldn’t tell if the groan he let out was one of pain or desire but decided it didn’t really matter.
“No mon chéri, it’s a very good idea. You just don’t know how good, yet,” Gambit promised him and Tim felt like maybe he had fallen down a few of the stairs.
It was the innuendo again. It made him think. No, he didn’t know how good it could be but he had imagined. He had spent a considerable amount of time wondering what those smirking lips would feel like wrapped around his dick. He had imagined how it would feel to hold Gambit down against a bed and lick him everywhere he could reach. He had imagined every grimace of pleasure and every panting breath in startling detail.
He wanted to know.
Tim made a rough noise in the back of his throat filled with exasperation and self recrimination. He grabbed Gambit firmly by the hair and pulled him off. They both looked at each other and Gambit’s eyes were smug and knowing.
"I'm pretty sure this is a particularly cruel form of blackmail," Tim groaned and Gambit laughed against his throat and snaked a hand into Tim's pants. He wrapped his long nimble fingers around Tim's erection and squeezed.
"Perhaps," Gambit teased and rubbed his stubbled chin along the sensitive skin of Tim's throat. "Is it working?"
“Yes. Now get us out of here,” he growled and pushed Gambit off of him.
Gambit grinned at him and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Good answer,” he husked as he grasped Tim’s hand and started running.
"All I have to say," Tim hissed at him as they ran, "is that this better be the best damn sex of my life."
"Trust me, cheri, it will be," Gambit laughed and Tim hated the fact that he was pretty sure Gambit was going to be right.
Pairing: Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit
Fandom: DCU/Marvel crossover
Rating: hard R
Warnings: slash, make outs
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,000ish
Author's Notes: I fleshed out some comment porn for a comment_fic entry. It was too long to fit into the comment so I have to post it here. I fucking HATE the character limit in comments. >:(((
Prompt: author's choice; author's choice; steps to the places in between
The Space Between
It was the innuendos that were starting to get to Tim. Well, not the innuendos in and of themselves. He was used to innuendo. It was impossible to work with Dick Grayson and not be. It was more Gambit's voice.
The light accent and silky sweet lilt made his mind go places. Suggestions and light teasing that he would have ignored from anyone else made him flush all over as something liquid and hot pooled low in his belly.
Each time he had to remind himself why it would be a bad idea to take Gambit up on one of his plethora of offers. 'It's a bad idea. It's a bad idea. It's a bad idea.' quickly become his mantra over the days they worked together.
It worked up until he took a particularly vicious blow to the head while they fled from a laboratory they had just robbed. Gambit had told him the job was too risky, that there was too much security but all Tim seemed to be able to think about these days was getting home and Gambit’s smirking mouth and lilting voice.
Gambit picked him up from where he had fallen on the ground with almost no effort. He pulled Tim in close and half carried-half dragged Tim across the court yard where armed security officers were still searching for them and into a sheltered stair way.
Tim stumbled halfway down the stairs and Gambit caught him, holding him tight in strong arms.
"Are you alright, mon chéri?" Gambit asked him, his concern clear in both his voice and his eyes as he looked Tim over.
Tim could only nod dumbly as he tried to remember his mantra. He wished he was wearing body armor. He wished he was back in Gotham, on his home turf. He wished he had Batman and Nightwing here to protect him and keep him focused. He wished his self confidence wasn’t so strongly tied to those things.
When Gambit smiled down at him, his mind went blank and he stopped wishing for anything.
"Bon," he husked and pressed his mouth to Tim's.
It was hot and it was soft and the faint stubble of his beard rasped against Tim's mouth and chin. It sent thrills down his spine and he forgot how to breathe. Gambit's tongue was wet and slick as it pressed into Tim's mouth. Confident and knowing, he coaxed Tim into a deep kiss, humming into it as Tim responded.
Tim felt himself go hot all over. He wrapped his arms around Remy's neck as he tried to keep his balance during the dizzying onslaught of kisses. The commotion in the courtyard rang in his ears and Tim knew he should be catching his breath and finding a strategy to beat these ‘mutants’ they were running from but it was as if he was trapped in between areas of focus in his mind. He couldn’t focus on the escape plan because Gambit’s mouth was trailing down his neck and throat and he couldn’t focus on the kiss because he could still hear the cries of the men who were chasing them.
“Oh God, not here,” Tim groaned, burying his fingers and Gambit’s hair and trying to pull him off his neck.
“If I get you somewhere safe, will you say 'yes'?” Gambit whispered against his throat, soft lips and rough stubble tickled his neck and Tim had a hard time focusing for a few seconds.
“I don’t-- It’s a bad idea,” he tried to reason with Gambit, but the other man just laughed huskily and let a hand drift down to cup Tim though the thin fabric of his pants. Tim’s head flew back and he cracked it painfully against the wall behind him. He couldn’t tell if the groan he let out was one of pain or desire but decided it didn’t really matter.
“No mon chéri, it’s a very good idea. You just don’t know how good, yet,” Gambit promised him and Tim felt like maybe he had fallen down a few of the stairs.
It was the innuendo again. It made him think. No, he didn’t know how good it could be but he had imagined. He had spent a considerable amount of time wondering what those smirking lips would feel like wrapped around his dick. He had imagined how it would feel to hold Gambit down against a bed and lick him everywhere he could reach. He had imagined every grimace of pleasure and every panting breath in startling detail.
He wanted to know.
Tim made a rough noise in the back of his throat filled with exasperation and self recrimination. He grabbed Gambit firmly by the hair and pulled him off. They both looked at each other and Gambit’s eyes were smug and knowing.
"I'm pretty sure this is a particularly cruel form of blackmail," Tim groaned and Gambit laughed against his throat and snaked a hand into Tim's pants. He wrapped his long nimble fingers around Tim's erection and squeezed.
"Perhaps," Gambit teased and rubbed his stubbled chin along the sensitive skin of Tim's throat. "Is it working?"
“Yes. Now get us out of here,” he growled and pushed Gambit off of him.
Gambit grinned at him and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Good answer,” he husked as he grasped Tim’s hand and started running.
"All I have to say," Tim hissed at him as they ran, "is that this better be the best damn sex of my life."
"Trust me, cheri, it will be," Gambit laughed and Tim hated the fact that he was pretty sure Gambit was going to be right.