FIC: Nightclubs and Hookups
So yeah, this came from Neme and K-chan. They both had wonderful ideas. :D
Apparently I have troubles filling prompts with drabbles.
Originally posted on my tumblrrrr
Title: Nightclubs and Hookups
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Warnings: Jason-language, naughty dancing, some angsting, crossdressing, and matchmaking
Really, he shouldn’t even be here. There are a million other things that he should be doing.
But instead, Tim is at a club.
It’s a guilty pleasure of his and if anyone found him here…
Tim’s sure he would die of embarrassment.
He stops thinking about it and lets the music move through him. Generally he goes to clubs that play classical music and that’s where he is now. The sound is so fluid and the beat is pulsing and Tim can’t seem to leave the dance floor.
He knows he can dance, but he has never really cared much about it, even in these situations.
He doesn’t know how he looks to other people.
But that’s not what he’s here for.
He’s here to let loose and enjoy himself.
And he does.
Until he feels the hands on his hips and a large, warm body pressing into his back. It’s a man, large and broad. The hands are absolutely engulfing his hips. Then the man leans down, brushing lips against the shell of his ear, “Hey there, Replacement.”
Tim’s tensing even more now. He tries to turn in Jason’s grip to hit him or… or something. But the taller man just moves with it, not letting Tim free from his position.
Jason pulls Tim even tighter against himself and the music is loud enough to cover his whimper. “What are you doing here, Jason?”
“What, I can’t enjoy a night out on the town? You wound me, babybird.” And Jason’s suddenly grinding against him, making them move with the music together in a lewd dance. “I hadn’t expected you to be here, though.”
Tim feels his face flush, “Whatever, Jason.” Even as he says that, though, he can’t help but start moving along with him. It’s harsh, fast, and undeniably sexual.
Jason’s whispering in his ear again and Tim’s heart races from something other than the dancing. “You move real pretty, babybird. Does the family know that you can dance like this?”
Tim growls, “No. And they never will.” This time his manages to use the dance to turn and face Jason. All other thought stops when he sees him because, well, Jason isn’t wearing his mask. He’s in a tight red shirt and his usual jacket, unmasked, hair a mess, and staring into Tim like he’s something delicious.
His cheeks burn and Tim knows it’s too late to try and hold back the blush. Jason’s hands are gripping his hips again, and he finds his own hands straying to the massive chest. The dance becomes even more erotic and Tim makes a little keening noise.
“Fuck, you know how good you look, kid? In those tight clothes and sweating all over the dance floor? I’m surprised Daddy dearest lets you leave the house.” Jason’s so close, so warm, and their bodies fit together so perfectly that Tim’s mind is having trouble focusing.
Then Jason grinds hard against him and they both gasp at the pleasure and the feel of mutual hardness.
And Tim’s mind kicks in.
He pulls away from Jason, embarrassed and confused and scared. He isn’t stopped on his dash to the exit and he doesn’t look behind to see Jason and how he reacts.
He flees into the night, back home, where he can curl up on his bed and hide.
_
Days pass and Tim tries to consume his life with a full schedule, just so he can’t possibly think about Jason and… Jason. He works to the point of exhaustion, collapsing into bed in the hopes of no dreams.
They always come, though.
Dreams about him and Jason dancing, of heat and music. Dreams where Jason is pinning him down, where they create an even deeper heat. The dreams take him over, and over, and over again, leaving Tim with either wet sheets or an erection to deal with when he awakes.
It’s absolutely embarrassing.
The problem for Tim is that he had feelings for Jason. He’s had them since he learned about the boy being Robin. But it’s been relatively easy to ignore, taking their conflicts and such into account. But that night…
All his understanding of their relationship had been torn up and scattered to the winds, leaving Tim lost and confused.
So Tim just tries to forget.
_
Dick isn’t normally one to pry in his brothers’ affairs (okay, that’s a lie. But he means well!).
He’s noticed recently that Tim has become more reclusive, which he hadn’t thought possible. Then whenever Jason’s name appears in a conversation, Dick can see Tim’s cheeks color just a bit and as soon as is polite, the boy runs off.
There’s also that one night that Dick was going to go check on him, but he ended up leaving the room almost immediately when he figured out Tim was having a wet dream, of all things.
He didn’t miss Tim whispering Jason’s name.
He’s oblivious sometimes, but he’s not stupid.
So one night on patrol, he sets out to find Jason. It isn’t actually all that hard. Just follow the beaten bloody forms of criminals. Jason’s on a rooftop and Dick lands down behind him.
“Hey, Jason.”
Jason turns and raises an eyebrow. He’s just wearing his domino right now, a cigarette held loosely in one hand. “What do you want, Dickiebird?”
Dick rolls his eyes at the nickname, “Just a question.”
“…Yeah?” Jason flicks the cig a few times before taking another drag.
“Have you done anything to Tim, recently?”
Jason freezes and then starts coughing harshly. Dick takes a step forward, wanting to help, but he stops himself. He knows he won’t be welcomed.
Eventually he regains control of himself, “What the hell brought this about? I haven’t hurt the little Replacement recently.”
Dick huffs, “I didn’t ask if you hurt him. I asked if you had done anything. At all.”
Jason just stares at him for a bit and… Dick coos internally. There’s actually a light little blush dusting the harsh man’s cheeks. He has to stop himself from giggling or anything like that.
Jason turns his head away, dropping and crushing his cigarette in an obvious attempt to focus. “What exactly are you saying, Dick?”
Dick tilts his head, “Well, recently Tim’s been out of sorts. And he’s been a bit distracted recently, which is unusual. And he’s totally loading himself up with work. I don’t think he’s taken a break in days. I don’t even know if he sleeps at night.” He starts ticking things off on his fingers and Dick notices Jason tensing with every spoken word. “He’s blushing a lot lately. More so than usual. And then whenever your name is mentioned, he gets all flustered and runs off to his room.”
That gets Jason’s attention.
Though the man tries to make it look casual.
“I dunno, Dickie. Maybe it’s hormones. He’s, like, 14 isn’t he?”
“15, Jay.”
“Whatever.”
“Anyway, I was just wondering. Oh well.” Dick shrugs, “I’ll see you later, Little Wing.”
Dick leaves, but not before seeing Jason shift in a remarkably telling gesture.
He smirks and flies off.
_
“I don’t understand. Why do I have to do this?”
“Because, Timmy, you’re the prettiest of us all!” Dick sings out, ignoring the glare Tim directs at him. “Anyway, you’re better at undercover work than I am.”
“But… A skirt, Dick? Really?”
Really. Tim’s dolled up. His short hair has a bit of product in it to make it curl around his face in a cute kind of pixie look. The makeup is minimal, just enough to emphasize his cute cheekbones and nose, his pouty mouth, and his wide blue eyes. The falsies are really good, and well hidden by the off-the-shoulder, red, long sleeved shirt. They padded his hips a bit and covered them with a tight black leather skirt that goes halfway down his thighs. The sheer nude tights hide his muscle definition rather well and the high-heeled, black, knee-high boots show just how long those legs are.
Dick is very proud of this outfit.
He adds simple little clip-on hoops to Tim’s earlobes and a ring for his right pointer finger, “You look wonderful, Tim.”
“…That’s the problem.” Tim’s pout is adorable and really, Dick doesn’t have the time to coo over him. So he finishes up, making Tim take a little spin to check his outfit and his balance.
“Alright! Let’s go!”
_
They get to a club and Tim is thankful that it’s not one he attends. Dick’s been acting a bit oddly, but he assumes that’s because he had to dress his little brother up in drag. They get in without a problem and Dick goes off to a corner table while Tim goes to the bar, just like the plan.
Bringing a drug dealer down like this isn’t really unusual, but Tim having to dress up like this is. He just hopes he doesn’t have to stay here long.
The music is pulsing, moving and throbbing. Tim sighs and stares into his glass of water. He wishes Dick wasn’t there so he could go out to dance.
Suddenly there’s a hand on his shoulder. He turns and looks and… tries to hold back his grimace of disgust. The man is tall and muscular, but he’s dirty and stupid-looking. Like the guys in one of the nearby gangs.
“Heya babe. Can I buy ya a drink?”
Tim shrugs the hand off his shoulder and turns away, he raises his pitch just a bit, “No thanks.”
The hand comes back and this time the man pulls a bit, forcing Tim to look at him again. “Aw, come on, don’t be that way.”
Trying to stay in character, Tim huffs, “I said no. Go away.” He stands to try and leave, to go find Dick or something, but two large, grimy hands are holding his arms.
“You don’t wanna do that, sweet cheeks.”
Tim bristles at the nickname and is about to retort when a arm wraps around his waist and he’s pulled back into a warm, strong chest. The ugly man’s hands are gone, one of them being held in an extremely painful grip by a gloved hand that Tim recognizes.
“She said no, asshole. That means go the fuck away.” The grip changes and Tim hears the bones creak, “Or do I have to do that myself?”
The man whimpers, “I’m sorry man, I didn’t know she was taken.”
“That’s right, she is. Now get the fuck out.” The man is released and he flees the club.
The arm around his waist tightens and the free hand disappears, to wipe off on the man’s jeans. Then it comes back to gently touch Tim’s cheek and turn his head to the side.
Tim makes eye contact with Jason, and he feels the little spark that had become so familiar to him these past few days intensify.
“Hey there, Princess.”
Tim blushes, “Stop calling me that, Jason.”
Jason hums, “Nah, I don’t think I will. You are prissy and royal like one, after all. It suits you.”
Tim huffs and looks away, crossing his arms in a full-body pout. He’s acting rather strangely, but he tries not to think about it. Then Jason’s rubbing his stubble across Tim’s smooth cheek. Tim shudders a bit, “Jay?”
“Why don’t you dance with me? I want to see how you look dancing in a skirt.” Jason’s smirk is sly and perverted and Tim blushes and sputters.
“No! Jay, I’m not going to dance like this!” Tim looks around for Dick, hoping for some help, but the man is gone.
What. The. Hell.
“Aw, come on. I saved you from that pervert. You owe me at least one dance.” Then Jason has his hips in a tight grip and Tim swallows back a little sigh and the touch. “Come on, babybird.” Jason whispers in his ear.
And Tim nods.
_
Dick smirks as he watches his little brothers on the dance floor. He hadn’t known that Tim could dance like that. But now, hopefully, Jason would always be there to protect Tim from anyone who might want to take advantage.
He touches his comm., “Hey O, you seeing this?”
Babs’ voice comes through undistorted, “I certainly am. Do you think they realize you set them up?”
He shrugs, knowing she’ll be able to see him, “Probably. But hopefully they’ll be too distracted with each other to do anything about it.”
Chuckles echo in his ear, “I don’t know about that.”
“Hey, optimism. Be optimistic.”
They laugh together and Dick leaves the club and the couple behind.
Apparently I have troubles filling prompts with drabbles.
Originally posted on my tumblrrrr
Title: Nightclubs and Hookups
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Warnings: Jason-language, naughty dancing, some angsting, crossdressing, and matchmaking
Really, he shouldn’t even be here. There are a million other things that he should be doing.
But instead, Tim is at a club.
It’s a guilty pleasure of his and if anyone found him here…
Tim’s sure he would die of embarrassment.
He stops thinking about it and lets the music move through him. Generally he goes to clubs that play classical music and that’s where he is now. The sound is so fluid and the beat is pulsing and Tim can’t seem to leave the dance floor.
He knows he can dance, but he has never really cared much about it, even in these situations.
He doesn’t know how he looks to other people.
But that’s not what he’s here for.
He’s here to let loose and enjoy himself.
And he does.
Until he feels the hands on his hips and a large, warm body pressing into his back. It’s a man, large and broad. The hands are absolutely engulfing his hips. Then the man leans down, brushing lips against the shell of his ear, “Hey there, Replacement.”
Tim’s tensing even more now. He tries to turn in Jason’s grip to hit him or… or something. But the taller man just moves with it, not letting Tim free from his position.
Jason pulls Tim even tighter against himself and the music is loud enough to cover his whimper. “What are you doing here, Jason?”
“What, I can’t enjoy a night out on the town? You wound me, babybird.” And Jason’s suddenly grinding against him, making them move with the music together in a lewd dance. “I hadn’t expected you to be here, though.”
Tim feels his face flush, “Whatever, Jason.” Even as he says that, though, he can’t help but start moving along with him. It’s harsh, fast, and undeniably sexual.
Jason’s whispering in his ear again and Tim’s heart races from something other than the dancing. “You move real pretty, babybird. Does the family know that you can dance like this?”
Tim growls, “No. And they never will.” This time his manages to use the dance to turn and face Jason. All other thought stops when he sees him because, well, Jason isn’t wearing his mask. He’s in a tight red shirt and his usual jacket, unmasked, hair a mess, and staring into Tim like he’s something delicious.
His cheeks burn and Tim knows it’s too late to try and hold back the blush. Jason’s hands are gripping his hips again, and he finds his own hands straying to the massive chest. The dance becomes even more erotic and Tim makes a little keening noise.
“Fuck, you know how good you look, kid? In those tight clothes and sweating all over the dance floor? I’m surprised Daddy dearest lets you leave the house.” Jason’s so close, so warm, and their bodies fit together so perfectly that Tim’s mind is having trouble focusing.
Then Jason grinds hard against him and they both gasp at the pleasure and the feel of mutual hardness.
And Tim’s mind kicks in.
He pulls away from Jason, embarrassed and confused and scared. He isn’t stopped on his dash to the exit and he doesn’t look behind to see Jason and how he reacts.
He flees into the night, back home, where he can curl up on his bed and hide.
_
Days pass and Tim tries to consume his life with a full schedule, just so he can’t possibly think about Jason and… Jason. He works to the point of exhaustion, collapsing into bed in the hopes of no dreams.
They always come, though.
Dreams about him and Jason dancing, of heat and music. Dreams where Jason is pinning him down, where they create an even deeper heat. The dreams take him over, and over, and over again, leaving Tim with either wet sheets or an erection to deal with when he awakes.
It’s absolutely embarrassing.
The problem for Tim is that he had feelings for Jason. He’s had them since he learned about the boy being Robin. But it’s been relatively easy to ignore, taking their conflicts and such into account. But that night…
All his understanding of their relationship had been torn up and scattered to the winds, leaving Tim lost and confused.
So Tim just tries to forget.
_
Dick isn’t normally one to pry in his brothers’ affairs (okay, that’s a lie. But he means well!).
He’s noticed recently that Tim has become more reclusive, which he hadn’t thought possible. Then whenever Jason’s name appears in a conversation, Dick can see Tim’s cheeks color just a bit and as soon as is polite, the boy runs off.
There’s also that one night that Dick was going to go check on him, but he ended up leaving the room almost immediately when he figured out Tim was having a wet dream, of all things.
He didn’t miss Tim whispering Jason’s name.
He’s oblivious sometimes, but he’s not stupid.
So one night on patrol, he sets out to find Jason. It isn’t actually all that hard. Just follow the beaten bloody forms of criminals. Jason’s on a rooftop and Dick lands down behind him.
“Hey, Jason.”
Jason turns and raises an eyebrow. He’s just wearing his domino right now, a cigarette held loosely in one hand. “What do you want, Dickiebird?”
Dick rolls his eyes at the nickname, “Just a question.”
“…Yeah?” Jason flicks the cig a few times before taking another drag.
“Have you done anything to Tim, recently?”
Jason freezes and then starts coughing harshly. Dick takes a step forward, wanting to help, but he stops himself. He knows he won’t be welcomed.
Eventually he regains control of himself, “What the hell brought this about? I haven’t hurt the little Replacement recently.”
Dick huffs, “I didn’t ask if you hurt him. I asked if you had done anything. At all.”
Jason just stares at him for a bit and… Dick coos internally. There’s actually a light little blush dusting the harsh man’s cheeks. He has to stop himself from giggling or anything like that.
Jason turns his head away, dropping and crushing his cigarette in an obvious attempt to focus. “What exactly are you saying, Dick?”
Dick tilts his head, “Well, recently Tim’s been out of sorts. And he’s been a bit distracted recently, which is unusual. And he’s totally loading himself up with work. I don’t think he’s taken a break in days. I don’t even know if he sleeps at night.” He starts ticking things off on his fingers and Dick notices Jason tensing with every spoken word. “He’s blushing a lot lately. More so than usual. And then whenever your name is mentioned, he gets all flustered and runs off to his room.”
That gets Jason’s attention.
Though the man tries to make it look casual.
“I dunno, Dickie. Maybe it’s hormones. He’s, like, 14 isn’t he?”
“15, Jay.”
“Whatever.”
“Anyway, I was just wondering. Oh well.” Dick shrugs, “I’ll see you later, Little Wing.”
Dick leaves, but not before seeing Jason shift in a remarkably telling gesture.
He smirks and flies off.
_
“I don’t understand. Why do I have to do this?”
“Because, Timmy, you’re the prettiest of us all!” Dick sings out, ignoring the glare Tim directs at him. “Anyway, you’re better at undercover work than I am.”
“But… A skirt, Dick? Really?”
Really. Tim’s dolled up. His short hair has a bit of product in it to make it curl around his face in a cute kind of pixie look. The makeup is minimal, just enough to emphasize his cute cheekbones and nose, his pouty mouth, and his wide blue eyes. The falsies are really good, and well hidden by the off-the-shoulder, red, long sleeved shirt. They padded his hips a bit and covered them with a tight black leather skirt that goes halfway down his thighs. The sheer nude tights hide his muscle definition rather well and the high-heeled, black, knee-high boots show just how long those legs are.
Dick is very proud of this outfit.
He adds simple little clip-on hoops to Tim’s earlobes and a ring for his right pointer finger, “You look wonderful, Tim.”
“…That’s the problem.” Tim’s pout is adorable and really, Dick doesn’t have the time to coo over him. So he finishes up, making Tim take a little spin to check his outfit and his balance.
“Alright! Let’s go!”
_
They get to a club and Tim is thankful that it’s not one he attends. Dick’s been acting a bit oddly, but he assumes that’s because he had to dress his little brother up in drag. They get in without a problem and Dick goes off to a corner table while Tim goes to the bar, just like the plan.
Bringing a drug dealer down like this isn’t really unusual, but Tim having to dress up like this is. He just hopes he doesn’t have to stay here long.
The music is pulsing, moving and throbbing. Tim sighs and stares into his glass of water. He wishes Dick wasn’t there so he could go out to dance.
Suddenly there’s a hand on his shoulder. He turns and looks and… tries to hold back his grimace of disgust. The man is tall and muscular, but he’s dirty and stupid-looking. Like the guys in one of the nearby gangs.
“Heya babe. Can I buy ya a drink?”
Tim shrugs the hand off his shoulder and turns away, he raises his pitch just a bit, “No thanks.”
The hand comes back and this time the man pulls a bit, forcing Tim to look at him again. “Aw, come on, don’t be that way.”
Trying to stay in character, Tim huffs, “I said no. Go away.” He stands to try and leave, to go find Dick or something, but two large, grimy hands are holding his arms.
“You don’t wanna do that, sweet cheeks.”
Tim bristles at the nickname and is about to retort when a arm wraps around his waist and he’s pulled back into a warm, strong chest. The ugly man’s hands are gone, one of them being held in an extremely painful grip by a gloved hand that Tim recognizes.
“She said no, asshole. That means go the fuck away.” The grip changes and Tim hears the bones creak, “Or do I have to do that myself?”
The man whimpers, “I’m sorry man, I didn’t know she was taken.”
“That’s right, she is. Now get the fuck out.” The man is released and he flees the club.
The arm around his waist tightens and the free hand disappears, to wipe off on the man’s jeans. Then it comes back to gently touch Tim’s cheek and turn his head to the side.
Tim makes eye contact with Jason, and he feels the little spark that had become so familiar to him these past few days intensify.
“Hey there, Princess.”
Tim blushes, “Stop calling me that, Jason.”
Jason hums, “Nah, I don’t think I will. You are prissy and royal like one, after all. It suits you.”
Tim huffs and looks away, crossing his arms in a full-body pout. He’s acting rather strangely, but he tries not to think about it. Then Jason’s rubbing his stubble across Tim’s smooth cheek. Tim shudders a bit, “Jay?”
“Why don’t you dance with me? I want to see how you look dancing in a skirt.” Jason’s smirk is sly and perverted and Tim blushes and sputters.
“No! Jay, I’m not going to dance like this!” Tim looks around for Dick, hoping for some help, but the man is gone.
What. The. Hell.
“Aw, come on. I saved you from that pervert. You owe me at least one dance.” Then Jason has his hips in a tight grip and Tim swallows back a little sigh and the touch. “Come on, babybird.” Jason whispers in his ear.
And Tim nods.
_
Dick smirks as he watches his little brothers on the dance floor. He hadn’t known that Tim could dance like that. But now, hopefully, Jason would always be there to protect Tim from anyone who might want to take advantage.
He touches his comm., “Hey O, you seeing this?”
Babs’ voice comes through undistorted, “I certainly am. Do you think they realize you set them up?”
He shrugs, knowing she’ll be able to see him, “Probably. But hopefully they’ll be too distracted with each other to do anything about it.”
Chuckles echo in his ear, “I don’t know about that.”
“Hey, optimism. Be optimistic.”
They laugh together and Dick leaves the club and the couple behind.