Fic: Indiana Drake and the Quest for the Golden Lube, Part 1
Title: Indiana Drake and the Quest for the Golden Lube (1/?)
Fandom: DCU
Warnings: Rated NC-17.
Notes: Yes, I am indeed finally posting the first part of my super-mega-awesome epic fic. Which also just happens to be my first fic period. Wow, not setting high goals for myself at all, am I?
Summary: Steph and Cass indulge in voyeurism. Kon can't understand why Tim won't go "all the way" with him. Tim sets them all on the path to Adventure!
"Hurry up with the popcorn, Cass, they're almost to the bedroom!" Stephanie Brown yelled into the kitchen. She fiddled with the connections of the laptop on the living room's coffee table. The laptop ("borrowed" from Oracle) processed the signals from the radio transceiver (also "borrowed" from Oracle), recorded them, and displayed the results on the living room's large TV.
The microwave beeped, and Cassandra Cain emerged from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn a few moments later. They hadn't even gotten to the night's festivities, but Cass already had a huge smile on her face. She had read the instructions for the popcorn without any help, and it came out perfectly.
She sat down on the couch next to Steph, who was watching the video pick-ups on the laptop intently. "Are you sure... the boys won't mind... if we watch them?" Even after months of practice, she still spoke a little stiltedly, but she was getting better.
"Hey, if we were having sex, I'm sure they would wanna watch." Steph replied.
"But we're not... having sex."
"Well, no, but that's not my point. Besides, Oracle watches people all the time, and if it's okay for her to do it-- Oh, look, it's starting!"
Steph tapped some keys on the keyboard. The video being transmitted from one of the cameras in Tim's room, the one focused on the door, was recorded to the laptop's harddrive while being displayed on the TV. Tim and Kon were already going at it hot and heavy as they emerged through the door.
Steph sat back on the couch and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Cass's lap. "This is gonna be so hot."
***
Tim Drake fumbled with the doorknob as Kon-El (sometimes known as Conner Kent) nibbled on his ear. Their date had gone very well, and since they were in Gotham rather than Metropolis, they ended up at Tim's place. The door to his room finally opened, and Kon pushed him through, spun them both around, then pressed Tim against the wall. Tim moaned as Kon's lips once again found his.
Kon pushed his hands up under Tim's shirt. Tim raised his arms, only breaking their kiss to get his shirt over his head. He wrapped his hands around Kon's neck, pulling him closer. Kon's hands drifted down Tim's back to his waist.
The part of Tim's mind that wasn't occupied with kissing was very careful not to look at the cameras he knew Steph had planted in his room. He tried to make a mental note about getting the video from her later, when his train of though was interrupted by his fly being undone. Since his hands were on Kon's neck, and Kon's hands were on his lower back, it could only mean Kon's patented tactile telekinesis. Best. Power. EVER. he though.
Kon concentrated, and undid both their shoelaces as well. He lifted both of them up enough to pop their shoes and socks off, quickly followed by Tim's pants and underwear. He turned and tossed Tim onto the bed.
***
"Ooh ooh ooh!" Steph bounced off the couch and jumped up and down. "It's the really good part!" She pressed a key and switched the camera view from the door to the bed.
***
Tim was sprawled on the bed completely naked. He licked his lips as Kon took off his shirt while TTK-ing his fly apart, then burst out laughing. "Wonder Woman boxers? Really, Kon?"
"What's wrong with my Wonder Woman boxers?" Kon said with a grin. He crawled onto the end of the bed, his pants staying up with his TTK, while his white boxers covered with the golden double-W emblem shown through his open fly.
"You're still wearing them, for one." Then he gasped as Kon licked a scar on his stomach as he made his way upward. "Um, aren't you forgetting something?" He thrust his hips up against Kon's stomach.
"Nope, I'm doing exactly what I want to do." He licked along Tim's jawline while reached down and rubbed Tim's dick. Tim began making Kon's favorite sexy noises. "Hey, uh, what do you say we finally, you know, go all the way tonight?"
***
"Yes, finally!" Steph yelled.
Cass was staring intently at the screen, and rubbing her thighs together. "Now I see why... you like this so much."
***
"Kon, we've talked about this."
"Come on, Tim!" Kon removed his hand from Tim's cock and stood up, still straddling Tim. "You've talked about why we shouldn't go beyond hands and mouths, and I've disputed every single one! I've told you, I'll bottom for you if you're nervous! We've got plenty of lube and condoms, I'm very carful, and I have tactile telekinesis! We're both consenting adults here, I just don't understand why you don't want to." His lower lip quivered. "Is-- is it me? I mean, am I pushing to hard? (So to speak.) I know you're not out to your dad yet--"
"No no no, it's not that, it's just--" Tim shook his head. He was slightly weirded out at having to look up at Kon. He usually had to look up at Batman or Nightwing-- um. Shouldn't think about that right now. "You know me, I research and think and research and think, and... Um, look." Kon backed off a little as Tim reached for the PDA on his nightstand. "I've been looking for all the best stuff for sex, condoms, lube, and so forth."
"Uh-huh, right. So what'd you find?" This was really killing his erection, but Tim was still up, for some reason. My boyfriend gets a hard-on doing research. I don't know whether that's creepy or kinky.
Tim punched buttons on his PDA. "The brand of condom you recommended is the best I've found. I bet you know that from experience." Kon grinned down at him. "None of the commercial lubricants I've found are good enough, nor are any of the formulas I've tried in the lab."
"Exactly how good is good enough? I've known supervillain gangs who used commercial sex lube as their thing! 'Course, I can fly, so I couldn't fall over like any of the cops they sprayed, but the lube on their armor made it hell to hold onto them."
"The best lube I've found--" he punched a couple more buttons and handed PDA to Kon. "--is this."
"'The Legendary Golden Lube'? Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious!" He snatched the PDA away from Kon. "The Golden Lube was supposedly the greatest lubricant in history. It could allow anything, no matter how large or oddly shaped, to fit into anything else, no matter how small. Put a small drop in any container, and it would eventually fill the whole thing, so you'd never run out, unless you did something really stupid. And it prevents any injury while increasing sexual pleasure ten times!"
"Okay. That sounds good. So why don't we fly down and get some?" Kon asked sarcastically.
"I'm glad you agree, Kon! I've already got some plans made--"
"No."
"--and I've done all sorts of research and interviews--"
"No!"
"--and it'll be fun!"
"Oh come on, Tim! This is another one of your wacky 'Indiana Drake' adventures, and I don't wanna give up my summer searching for some legendary object that may or may not exist!"
"Hey, we've gone on plenty wacky adventures you've started, and my adventures have a better track record of working out. And you think my 'Indiana Drake' hat is sexy."
Kon rubbed his eyes. "You've already got all the plans and stuff together?" Tim nodded. Kon sighed. "Okay, fine. But we'd better come up with some really, really good excuse as to why we're gonna be gone."
"Got that covered too."
"Sometimes I hate how you get all prepared."
"Oh you love it. It gets you hot."
"...Okay, so it does. But because you forced me into this--" he spoke louder over Tim's attempted protests. "--because you forced me into this, you don't get any blowjobs for a week!"
"A week?! Come on, Kon--" Tim felt something brushing his dick. He looked down. Nothing was touching it, least of all Kon, but something was happening to it. Then he noticed that Kon's legs were still touching his own legs. And if any part of Kon was touching any part of Tim...
"God I love tactile telekinesis!" Tim said as he reached into Kon's boxers.
To be continued in Part 2...
Fandom: DCU
Warnings: Rated NC-17.
Notes: Yes, I am indeed finally posting the first part of my super-mega-awesome epic fic. Which also just happens to be my first fic period. Wow, not setting high goals for myself at all, am I?
Summary: Steph and Cass indulge in voyeurism. Kon can't understand why Tim won't go "all the way" with him. Tim sets them all on the path to Adventure!
"Hurry up with the popcorn, Cass, they're almost to the bedroom!" Stephanie Brown yelled into the kitchen. She fiddled with the connections of the laptop on the living room's coffee table. The laptop ("borrowed" from Oracle) processed the signals from the radio transceiver (also "borrowed" from Oracle), recorded them, and displayed the results on the living room's large TV.
The microwave beeped, and Cassandra Cain emerged from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn a few moments later. They hadn't even gotten to the night's festivities, but Cass already had a huge smile on her face. She had read the instructions for the popcorn without any help, and it came out perfectly.
She sat down on the couch next to Steph, who was watching the video pick-ups on the laptop intently. "Are you sure... the boys won't mind... if we watch them?" Even after months of practice, she still spoke a little stiltedly, but she was getting better.
"Hey, if we were having sex, I'm sure they would wanna watch." Steph replied.
"But we're not... having sex."
"Well, no, but that's not my point. Besides, Oracle watches people all the time, and if it's okay for her to do it-- Oh, look, it's starting!"
Steph tapped some keys on the keyboard. The video being transmitted from one of the cameras in Tim's room, the one focused on the door, was recorded to the laptop's harddrive while being displayed on the TV. Tim and Kon were already going at it hot and heavy as they emerged through the door.
Steph sat back on the couch and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Cass's lap. "This is gonna be so hot."
***
Tim Drake fumbled with the doorknob as Kon-El (sometimes known as Conner Kent) nibbled on his ear. Their date had gone very well, and since they were in Gotham rather than Metropolis, they ended up at Tim's place. The door to his room finally opened, and Kon pushed him through, spun them both around, then pressed Tim against the wall. Tim moaned as Kon's lips once again found his.
Kon pushed his hands up under Tim's shirt. Tim raised his arms, only breaking their kiss to get his shirt over his head. He wrapped his hands around Kon's neck, pulling him closer. Kon's hands drifted down Tim's back to his waist.
The part of Tim's mind that wasn't occupied with kissing was very careful not to look at the cameras he knew Steph had planted in his room. He tried to make a mental note about getting the video from her later, when his train of though was interrupted by his fly being undone. Since his hands were on Kon's neck, and Kon's hands were on his lower back, it could only mean Kon's patented tactile telekinesis. Best. Power. EVER. he though.
Kon concentrated, and undid both their shoelaces as well. He lifted both of them up enough to pop their shoes and socks off, quickly followed by Tim's pants and underwear. He turned and tossed Tim onto the bed.
***
"Ooh ooh ooh!" Steph bounced off the couch and jumped up and down. "It's the really good part!" She pressed a key and switched the camera view from the door to the bed.
***
Tim was sprawled on the bed completely naked. He licked his lips as Kon took off his shirt while TTK-ing his fly apart, then burst out laughing. "Wonder Woman boxers? Really, Kon?"
"What's wrong with my Wonder Woman boxers?" Kon said with a grin. He crawled onto the end of the bed, his pants staying up with his TTK, while his white boxers covered with the golden double-W emblem shown through his open fly.
"You're still wearing them, for one." Then he gasped as Kon licked a scar on his stomach as he made his way upward. "Um, aren't you forgetting something?" He thrust his hips up against Kon's stomach.
"Nope, I'm doing exactly what I want to do." He licked along Tim's jawline while reached down and rubbed Tim's dick. Tim began making Kon's favorite sexy noises. "Hey, uh, what do you say we finally, you know, go all the way tonight?"
***
"Yes, finally!" Steph yelled.
Cass was staring intently at the screen, and rubbing her thighs together. "Now I see why... you like this so much."
***
"Kon, we've talked about this."
"Come on, Tim!" Kon removed his hand from Tim's cock and stood up, still straddling Tim. "You've talked about why we shouldn't go beyond hands and mouths, and I've disputed every single one! I've told you, I'll bottom for you if you're nervous! We've got plenty of lube and condoms, I'm very carful, and I have tactile telekinesis! We're both consenting adults here, I just don't understand why you don't want to." His lower lip quivered. "Is-- is it me? I mean, am I pushing to hard? (So to speak.) I know you're not out to your dad yet--"
"No no no, it's not that, it's just--" Tim shook his head. He was slightly weirded out at having to look up at Kon. He usually had to look up at Batman or Nightwing-- um. Shouldn't think about that right now. "You know me, I research and think and research and think, and... Um, look." Kon backed off a little as Tim reached for the PDA on his nightstand. "I've been looking for all the best stuff for sex, condoms, lube, and so forth."
"Uh-huh, right. So what'd you find?" This was really killing his erection, but Tim was still up, for some reason. My boyfriend gets a hard-on doing research. I don't know whether that's creepy or kinky.
Tim punched buttons on his PDA. "The brand of condom you recommended is the best I've found. I bet you know that from experience." Kon grinned down at him. "None of the commercial lubricants I've found are good enough, nor are any of the formulas I've tried in the lab."
"Exactly how good is good enough? I've known supervillain gangs who used commercial sex lube as their thing! 'Course, I can fly, so I couldn't fall over like any of the cops they sprayed, but the lube on their armor made it hell to hold onto them."
"The best lube I've found--" he punched a couple more buttons and handed PDA to Kon. "--is this."
"'The Legendary Golden Lube'? Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious!" He snatched the PDA away from Kon. "The Golden Lube was supposedly the greatest lubricant in history. It could allow anything, no matter how large or oddly shaped, to fit into anything else, no matter how small. Put a small drop in any container, and it would eventually fill the whole thing, so you'd never run out, unless you did something really stupid. And it prevents any injury while increasing sexual pleasure ten times!"
"Okay. That sounds good. So why don't we fly down and get some?" Kon asked sarcastically.
"I'm glad you agree, Kon! I've already got some plans made--"
"No."
"--and I've done all sorts of research and interviews--"
"No!"
"--and it'll be fun!"
"Oh come on, Tim! This is another one of your wacky 'Indiana Drake' adventures, and I don't wanna give up my summer searching for some legendary object that may or may not exist!"
"Hey, we've gone on plenty wacky adventures you've started, and my adventures have a better track record of working out. And you think my 'Indiana Drake' hat is sexy."
Kon rubbed his eyes. "You've already got all the plans and stuff together?" Tim nodded. Kon sighed. "Okay, fine. But we'd better come up with some really, really good excuse as to why we're gonna be gone."
"Got that covered too."
"Sometimes I hate how you get all prepared."
"Oh you love it. It gets you hot."
"...Okay, so it does. But because you forced me into this--" he spoke louder over Tim's attempted protests. "--because you forced me into this, you don't get any blowjobs for a week!"
"A week?! Come on, Kon--" Tim felt something brushing his dick. He looked down. Nothing was touching it, least of all Kon, but something was happening to it. Then he noticed that Kon's legs were still touching his own legs. And if any part of Kon was touching any part of Tim...
"God I love tactile telekinesis!" Tim said as he reached into Kon's boxers.
To be continued in Part 2...