fic: It's Good For America; Tim Drake/Jason Todd; NC-17
Title: It's Good For America
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim/Jason
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 2,000ish
Summary: Jason does it for America.
Author's Notes: Solve for X. Tim Drake + Tim's Camera + Jason skinny dipping in the Mayor's pool = X. Don't you just love math?
ETA: IT'S UNLOCKED NOW GLORIA!
It's Good For America
It had all started as a sort of passive aggressive shot at the mayor for comments he had made during a press conference about Gotham City’s masked contingent. While Jason wasn’t particularly proud of the Bat’s themselves, even the Mayor couldn’t deny all they had done for the city. Well, he couldn’t deny it without looking like a complete and utter tool.
Jason had decided that the insult couldn’t stand and that it was time he express his democratic right to free speech.
Jason had always maintained that nothing says ‘fuck you’ quite like making yourself at home in another’s dude’s place while actively in the buff. Especially when said dude’s nubile, barely legal daughter’s bedroom window looked out onto the pool Jason had planned to be naked in.
It didn’t hurt that it was currently one hundred and two degrees outside in Gotham City at two in the morning. Or that the mayor had a truly excellent pool.
Unfortunately, both the mayor and his nubile, barely legal daughter slept like the dead. No amount of loud splashing seemed to bring a light to any window in the obscenely large house. So Jason’s act of defiance-motivated nudity seemed to be entirely wasted until he caught a shifting shadow out of the corner of his eye.
Years ago, when Jason was wearing the red, green and gold or even nothing at all as the case may have been, he wouldn’t have thought anything of the shadow. He would have chalked it up to a trick of the light. What he hadn’t known back then was that the shifting shadow that seemed to doggedly pursue him had a face and a name.
“Drake,” Jason called out in a low whisper. “I know you’re there.”
Jason’s only answer was silence, but it was answer enough. He smirked to himself.
It was more than past time someone called Drake on his voyeuristic habits.
“Why don’t you come in, the water’s great?” he husked and after a few moments the shadows to his left bled into the red clad figure of Timothy Drake, Jason Todd’s personal shadow.
Tim walked over and crouched next to the side of the mayor’s pool. Jason could see him narrowing his eyes behind the mask as he watched Jason swim over to him.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in the mayor’s pool?” Drake asked him lightly.
“Civil disobedience,” Jason replied and splashed water up at Tim. Tim pulled his cape up to deflect the water.
“As it turns out, Civil Disobedience usually requires both an audience and a cause,” Drake pointed out and dipped a gauntleted hand into the water to splash Jason back.
“I have a cause and the mayor’s pretty little daughter will be my audience soon,” Jason replied lasciviously, smirking at Drake.
Drake gave him a thoughtful look for a moment.
“They’re not home, you know, the mayor and his daughter, I mean. There’s a father daughter yachting weekend…”
“You’re kidding?” Jason asked, disbelievingly.
“Nope, they’re at Gotham Bay until Monday morning,” Drake answered before he pulled his left gauntlet off with his teeth and trailed the tips of his fingers in the pool water. “Maybe if you’d done this in the large fountain on Main Street in Center City Gotham, your act of civic chivalry would have been more effective. What were you protesting again?”
“Well, right now I’m pretty pissed off about all the smart assed little know-it-alls running around the city in my hand me downs,” Jason mused and Drake looked up at him sharply.
Jason smirked and before Drake could react, reached out to grasp the hand trailing in the water. With a strong tug, he pulled Drake into the water, uniform and all.
Drake tumbled into the pool with a splash, the heavy leather of Jason’s Red Robin uniform weighing him down. He had his shoes kicked off and his cape unclasped before he broke the surface of the water. He was glaring at Jason furiously as he spluttered and gasped for air.
Jason let out a bark of laughter and cut through the water, grabbing Drake around the waist. Drake tried to twist away but his movements were hampered by the water and the heavy weight of his uniform. Jason grinned at him and used a brutal lock to pin Drake’s arm to his back. He locked Drake from his wrist to the top of his spine before he reached up a hand and pulled the cowl up off of Drake’s face.
Long wet hair was plastered to Drake’s forehead and cheeks. It framed blue eyes, bright with anger and cheeks flushed with a high, hectic color. Jason used the torque he had on Drake’s arm to lock him a bit further down the spine and force him in closer. As Drake arched up on his tip toes to take the pressure off his spine, Jason could feel the rough brush of body armor against his naked skin and fought down a shiver.
“Did Shiva teach you how to fight in water?” Jason husked as he leaned in close to Drake’s face. The light puffs of Drake’s breath ghosted across the wet skin on Jason’s neck, simultaneously warming and chilling him.
“Yes, they all seem to involve horribly drowning your opponent, if I recall correctly,” Drake retorted acidly. Jason could feel him shifting his weight, preparing to reverse the lock Jason had on his arm. “You’re too encumbered, you know. You won’t be able to get out of the lock without dislocating your shoulder.”
Drake’s eyes flickered and Jason could tell he was seriously considering it. Jason breathed a laugh out through his nose.
“Here, let me help unencumbered you,” he husked. He used his left hand to flick open the familiar clasps of his old uniform. A little thrill went down Jason’s back when he realized that Drake hadn’t changed the fastenings at all. It felt almost like an invitation to Jason.
Drake’s belt came loose and drifted out into the deep water of the pool. His tunic opened and gaped as the water swirled around them and Jason could see the naked skin of Drake’s chest bared to the night.
It was when Drake shifted his shoulder, testing the lock again, that Jason lost it. The whole front of the tunic fell away and Jason could see Drake’s throat. The thick, white line of a scar was stark against the flush that bled down Drake’s face and chest. Jason hadn’t seen the evidence of the damage he had done to Drake after that particular fight before this moment but he knew that was what this was. While the scar was still rather new, not even two years old, Jason knew scars. This one was permanent.
Jason had left his mark.
Everything went red then. One minute he was staring at Drake’s neck and the next he had Drake’s head tilted back at a violent angle as he pushed his tongue into Drake’s mouth. Drake resisted at first, his arm pulling in what must have been a very painful way against the socket of his shoulder. They fought like that for what seemed like an endless time, locked together as they twisted and strained in the cool, rushing water.
Drake gave no quarter, he never did. He wouldn’t ever have been Robin if he did. He gave back as good as he got, biting at Jason, writhing in his arms until Jason pinned him against the edge of the pool and dropped his mouth to Drake’s neck.
It wasn’t until Jason ran his teeth over the tendons on Drake’s neck that he stilled for the first time. Jason could feel the breath caught in his lungs and Jason growled, tearing at the fly of Drake’s uniform pants. Drake made a sound of protest.
“Don’t,” Jason hissed. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it. I’ve seen you, felt you watching me. And not just on the streets, either. Does Batman know about your little photo collection, Drake? Does Grayson?”
Drake stilled again, only this time it wasn’t from the shock of want Jason was sure he had coaxed from him the first time. Now, it was a considering sort of pause, as if Drake was trying to decide how to react. Jason decided he didn’t have the patience to give Drake the time to reflect.
Jason’s erection pulsed hotly in the cool water of the pool. He bucked his hips, thrusting himself against the warm skin of Drake’s abdomen. His skin was so slick with pool water that Jason couldn’t even feel the scars that littered Drake’s body.
“I know about it,” Jason husked into Drake’s ear and felt Drake shudder violently against him. “And now I’m giving you a one time only offer.” Jason reached down as he spoke and took Drake’s erection into his hand. “Now, I’m giving you a chance to be part of it.” He stroked Drake with hard even movements. He felt the groan that Drake tried to stifle in his chest and grinned against the side of Drake’s neck. “Say yes to me and say it now.”
Drake was panting now, his unlocked arm was braced against the side of the pool, as he tried to maintain some semblance of balance. However, the rhythm of Jason’s hand made his hips jerk and his body shake. Drake bit his lip and tried hard to keep his back arched in order to keep the weight off of the lock that Jason still had applied possibly more cruelly than he needed to.
“Say yes,” Jason hissed at him and squeezed Drake’s erection.
Drake made a broken sound then, as if he wanted to shout but he had forgotten how. He nodded his head furiously and his mouth worked hard to try to remember how to form the word.
When he finally gasped out ‘yes’, Jason grinned and stopped stroking. He arched his hips forward and pressed himself against Drake, trapping their erections between the two of them.
The water of the pool made every thrust, every movement he made feel more fluid, thicker, better. Jason reached down and grabbed one of Drake’s legs by the thigh. He needed no coaxing, this time, to lift that leg and wrap it around Jason’s waist.
Then it was all slippery skin, gasping cries and thrusting hips. The water splashed all around them in violent torrents as they moved against each other in a desperate rush. The water seemed to brush over every nerve ending on Jason’s skin, driving him wild and making him buck.
He shouted when he came and pulled Drake tight against him, trying to still him but Drake shivered and shook as he came. His mouth fell open in a soundless cry, his head fell back and his eyes slipped shut as water lapped against his skin. Jason felt every muscle in his body tense as the startlingly hot splash of Drake’s come contrasted with the cool water of the pool.
Only when Drake slumped bonelessly against Jason, his arm curling around Jason’s neck, did he release the lock. Drake sighed in relief and rolled his shoulder around in the socket.
“Do you feel vindicated now?” Drake asked him in a husk that Jason had to admit he liked very much.
“I think I’ve made myself as clear as symbolic speech can be,” Jason agreed amiably.
“More fun than flag burning, too,” Drake chimed in.
“Exactly. See? I am a good American,” Jason replied, eyeing Drake’s belt as it sort of floated past them.
Drake snorted a small laugh and shook his head. “I’m so proud…”
A/N: DAMIT GLORIA I SHOULD BE ASLEEP! D:
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim/Jason
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 2,000ish
Summary: Jason does it for America.
Author's Notes: Solve for X. Tim Drake + Tim's Camera + Jason skinny dipping in the Mayor's pool = X. Don't you just love math?
ETA: IT'S UNLOCKED NOW GLORIA!
It's Good For America
It had all started as a sort of passive aggressive shot at the mayor for comments he had made during a press conference about Gotham City’s masked contingent. While Jason wasn’t particularly proud of the Bat’s themselves, even the Mayor couldn’t deny all they had done for the city. Well, he couldn’t deny it without looking like a complete and utter tool.
Jason had decided that the insult couldn’t stand and that it was time he express his democratic right to free speech.
Jason had always maintained that nothing says ‘fuck you’ quite like making yourself at home in another’s dude’s place while actively in the buff. Especially when said dude’s nubile, barely legal daughter’s bedroom window looked out onto the pool Jason had planned to be naked in.
It didn’t hurt that it was currently one hundred and two degrees outside in Gotham City at two in the morning. Or that the mayor had a truly excellent pool.
Unfortunately, both the mayor and his nubile, barely legal daughter slept like the dead. No amount of loud splashing seemed to bring a light to any window in the obscenely large house. So Jason’s act of defiance-motivated nudity seemed to be entirely wasted until he caught a shifting shadow out of the corner of his eye.
Years ago, when Jason was wearing the red, green and gold or even nothing at all as the case may have been, he wouldn’t have thought anything of the shadow. He would have chalked it up to a trick of the light. What he hadn’t known back then was that the shifting shadow that seemed to doggedly pursue him had a face and a name.
“Drake,” Jason called out in a low whisper. “I know you’re there.”
Jason’s only answer was silence, but it was answer enough. He smirked to himself.
It was more than past time someone called Drake on his voyeuristic habits.
“Why don’t you come in, the water’s great?” he husked and after a few moments the shadows to his left bled into the red clad figure of Timothy Drake, Jason Todd’s personal shadow.
Tim walked over and crouched next to the side of the mayor’s pool. Jason could see him narrowing his eyes behind the mask as he watched Jason swim over to him.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in the mayor’s pool?” Drake asked him lightly.
“Civil disobedience,” Jason replied and splashed water up at Tim. Tim pulled his cape up to deflect the water.
“As it turns out, Civil Disobedience usually requires both an audience and a cause,” Drake pointed out and dipped a gauntleted hand into the water to splash Jason back.
“I have a cause and the mayor’s pretty little daughter will be my audience soon,” Jason replied lasciviously, smirking at Drake.
Drake gave him a thoughtful look for a moment.
“They’re not home, you know, the mayor and his daughter, I mean. There’s a father daughter yachting weekend…”
“You’re kidding?” Jason asked, disbelievingly.
“Nope, they’re at Gotham Bay until Monday morning,” Drake answered before he pulled his left gauntlet off with his teeth and trailed the tips of his fingers in the pool water. “Maybe if you’d done this in the large fountain on Main Street in Center City Gotham, your act of civic chivalry would have been more effective. What were you protesting again?”
“Well, right now I’m pretty pissed off about all the smart assed little know-it-alls running around the city in my hand me downs,” Jason mused and Drake looked up at him sharply.
Jason smirked and before Drake could react, reached out to grasp the hand trailing in the water. With a strong tug, he pulled Drake into the water, uniform and all.
Drake tumbled into the pool with a splash, the heavy leather of Jason’s Red Robin uniform weighing him down. He had his shoes kicked off and his cape unclasped before he broke the surface of the water. He was glaring at Jason furiously as he spluttered and gasped for air.
Jason let out a bark of laughter and cut through the water, grabbing Drake around the waist. Drake tried to twist away but his movements were hampered by the water and the heavy weight of his uniform. Jason grinned at him and used a brutal lock to pin Drake’s arm to his back. He locked Drake from his wrist to the top of his spine before he reached up a hand and pulled the cowl up off of Drake’s face.
Long wet hair was plastered to Drake’s forehead and cheeks. It framed blue eyes, bright with anger and cheeks flushed with a high, hectic color. Jason used the torque he had on Drake’s arm to lock him a bit further down the spine and force him in closer. As Drake arched up on his tip toes to take the pressure off his spine, Jason could feel the rough brush of body armor against his naked skin and fought down a shiver.
“Did Shiva teach you how to fight in water?” Jason husked as he leaned in close to Drake’s face. The light puffs of Drake’s breath ghosted across the wet skin on Jason’s neck, simultaneously warming and chilling him.
“Yes, they all seem to involve horribly drowning your opponent, if I recall correctly,” Drake retorted acidly. Jason could feel him shifting his weight, preparing to reverse the lock Jason had on his arm. “You’re too encumbered, you know. You won’t be able to get out of the lock without dislocating your shoulder.”
Drake’s eyes flickered and Jason could tell he was seriously considering it. Jason breathed a laugh out through his nose.
“Here, let me help unencumbered you,” he husked. He used his left hand to flick open the familiar clasps of his old uniform. A little thrill went down Jason’s back when he realized that Drake hadn’t changed the fastenings at all. It felt almost like an invitation to Jason.
Drake’s belt came loose and drifted out into the deep water of the pool. His tunic opened and gaped as the water swirled around them and Jason could see the naked skin of Drake’s chest bared to the night.
It was when Drake shifted his shoulder, testing the lock again, that Jason lost it. The whole front of the tunic fell away and Jason could see Drake’s throat. The thick, white line of a scar was stark against the flush that bled down Drake’s face and chest. Jason hadn’t seen the evidence of the damage he had done to Drake after that particular fight before this moment but he knew that was what this was. While the scar was still rather new, not even two years old, Jason knew scars. This one was permanent.
Jason had left his mark.
Everything went red then. One minute he was staring at Drake’s neck and the next he had Drake’s head tilted back at a violent angle as he pushed his tongue into Drake’s mouth. Drake resisted at first, his arm pulling in what must have been a very painful way against the socket of his shoulder. They fought like that for what seemed like an endless time, locked together as they twisted and strained in the cool, rushing water.
Drake gave no quarter, he never did. He wouldn’t ever have been Robin if he did. He gave back as good as he got, biting at Jason, writhing in his arms until Jason pinned him against the edge of the pool and dropped his mouth to Drake’s neck.
It wasn’t until Jason ran his teeth over the tendons on Drake’s neck that he stilled for the first time. Jason could feel the breath caught in his lungs and Jason growled, tearing at the fly of Drake’s uniform pants. Drake made a sound of protest.
“Don’t,” Jason hissed. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it. I’ve seen you, felt you watching me. And not just on the streets, either. Does Batman know about your little photo collection, Drake? Does Grayson?”
Drake stilled again, only this time it wasn’t from the shock of want Jason was sure he had coaxed from him the first time. Now, it was a considering sort of pause, as if Drake was trying to decide how to react. Jason decided he didn’t have the patience to give Drake the time to reflect.
Jason’s erection pulsed hotly in the cool water of the pool. He bucked his hips, thrusting himself against the warm skin of Drake’s abdomen. His skin was so slick with pool water that Jason couldn’t even feel the scars that littered Drake’s body.
“I know about it,” Jason husked into Drake’s ear and felt Drake shudder violently against him. “And now I’m giving you a one time only offer.” Jason reached down as he spoke and took Drake’s erection into his hand. “Now, I’m giving you a chance to be part of it.” He stroked Drake with hard even movements. He felt the groan that Drake tried to stifle in his chest and grinned against the side of Drake’s neck. “Say yes to me and say it now.”
Drake was panting now, his unlocked arm was braced against the side of the pool, as he tried to maintain some semblance of balance. However, the rhythm of Jason’s hand made his hips jerk and his body shake. Drake bit his lip and tried hard to keep his back arched in order to keep the weight off of the lock that Jason still had applied possibly more cruelly than he needed to.
“Say yes,” Jason hissed at him and squeezed Drake’s erection.
Drake made a broken sound then, as if he wanted to shout but he had forgotten how. He nodded his head furiously and his mouth worked hard to try to remember how to form the word.
When he finally gasped out ‘yes’, Jason grinned and stopped stroking. He arched his hips forward and pressed himself against Drake, trapping their erections between the two of them.
The water of the pool made every thrust, every movement he made feel more fluid, thicker, better. Jason reached down and grabbed one of Drake’s legs by the thigh. He needed no coaxing, this time, to lift that leg and wrap it around Jason’s waist.
Then it was all slippery skin, gasping cries and thrusting hips. The water splashed all around them in violent torrents as they moved against each other in a desperate rush. The water seemed to brush over every nerve ending on Jason’s skin, driving him wild and making him buck.
He shouted when he came and pulled Drake tight against him, trying to still him but Drake shivered and shook as he came. His mouth fell open in a soundless cry, his head fell back and his eyes slipped shut as water lapped against his skin. Jason felt every muscle in his body tense as the startlingly hot splash of Drake’s come contrasted with the cool water of the pool.
Only when Drake slumped bonelessly against Jason, his arm curling around Jason’s neck, did he release the lock. Drake sighed in relief and rolled his shoulder around in the socket.
“Do you feel vindicated now?” Drake asked him in a husk that Jason had to admit he liked very much.
“I think I’ve made myself as clear as symbolic speech can be,” Jason agreed amiably.
“More fun than flag burning, too,” Drake chimed in.
“Exactly. See? I am a good American,” Jason replied, eyeing Drake’s belt as it sort of floated past them.
Drake snorted a small laugh and shook his head. “I’m so proud…”
A/N: DAMIT GLORIA I SHOULD BE ASLEEP! D: