Dirty Pictures, Jason/Tim
Title: Dirty Pictures
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Summary: Pure PWP! First batfic ever.
Tim’s eyes were screwed shut as he pushed back against the long fingers that were twisting inside him. The wet sounds they made as they slid in and out of his slicked-up hole seemed amplified by the cold washroom tile. He let out a breath he had forgotten he was holding as they gently slipped out of his body, the sensation replaced by the hot press of a thick cock against him. His arms trembled, holding his weight as he leaned on the damp bathroom counter.
“When were you going to tell me?” Jason growled against Tim’s neck.
“Ah, tell you-Ah! Tell you what?” Tim’s voice cracked as Jason slipped slowly inside, wringing a long and breathy moan from his younger brother.
“When were you going to tell me-” Jason dragged his hands up Tim’s sides to stroke over his chest “-that my cute little green-mantied ass was the star attraction of your spank bank?” Tim let out an amused gasp. “Why were you holding out on me, bro?” he asked with a breathless laugh.
“Why did you hide cameras around my room?” Tim breathed as he pushed his ass flush up against Jason.
“Are you complaining? I see it as a catalyst to a fortuitous-” Jason’s breath hitched as he pitched his voice an octave up, high and mocking. “-a pleasantly fortuitous chain of events, don’t you?” Tim sighed his reluctant assent. “Well, it certainly warms my dead, evil heart to see that someone was thinking of me.” Jason tweaked Tim’s nipple experimentally. “All the time,” he finished, satisfied with the resulting gasp of pleasure.
“Hey!” Tim tried for indignant. “You’re definitely ex-ahh!-exaggerating.” He rolled his hips back against Jason’s, the cock inside him sliding deep. “And come on, I’m young. I have needs.” He thrust back particularly hard against Jason to punctuate the statement, and decided that this was an inappropriate juncture at which to mention that he was not the only individual around whose mind Jason constantly lurked.
Jason’s words were smooth and sweet as honey as they slid between his lips. “I saw that on the tapes, baby bird, I certainly did. Why don’t you give me a repeat performance here?” He whispered, feather-soft against Tim’s ear: “Show me again how you touched yourself while I watched you.” Tim let his head drop and wrapped a hand around himself, moving forward into his fist and back against Jason, moaning a little. Jason slid his fingers up Tim’s neck and into his hair, wrenching his head up, exposing his neck.
“Open your eyes, Tim.” His body shook against Jason’s as he forced himself to look into the wide mirror in front of them. “God, look at yourself,” Jason commanded, breathlessly in awe. “Look at the way you go to pieces when your slutty little hole’s stuffed full of my cock.” Tim moaned as he felt himself flush a deeper red, and continued to watch Jason move inside of him. “Look how much my little replacement loves it when I fuck him raw, when I fuck him deep. Look how honest your body is when it’s being used.” Tim whimpered brokenly as he stroked himself, and Jason continued to grip him by the hair, pulling and tugging as he thrust deliberately into Tim’s ass.
“You really think about me, Timmy?”
“Yeah, Jay, yeah-”
“Tell me. Tell me when you-”
“When I - Oh god Jay - when I touch myself, it’s you Jay, it’s just you-”
“And is it good?”
“You’re so good, Jason, it’s the best, it really is, Jay-!”
“Fuck yeah it is. And do you love-” Jason grunted. “-my cock?”
“Yes, god, give it to me, yes!”
“Say it, Timmy. Tell me how you want it right now.” The rhythm of Jason’s thrusts slowed until he pulled out completely, rubbing the head of his cock against Tim’s twitching hole.
“Jason, please,” Tim whispered, both hands now clutching the bathroom counter in front of him, white-knuckled. Jason continued his gentle tease, spreading hot slick around Tim’s opening. “Jason, come on…” he sobbed.
“Convince me.”
“Jason-” Tim begged, looking up again, meeting Jason’s hungry eyes in the mirror in front of him. “Jason, fuck me.” He cried out brokenly as Jason pounded his way back into Tim’s ass. “Harder, harder, hard, fuck me hard, Jason, oh, fuck, Jay-” he moaned, chanting his need until his words gave way to unintelligible sounds of pleasure. Jason continued to pick up speed, revelling in shattering Tim completely. He stroked his way up Tim’s sweat-slick chest and neck, slipped two fingers past Tim’s parted lips. Tim sucked them greedily, happy to slide his tongue around them, spit dripping down his chin. Jason thrust them into Tim’s throat, making him choke and then moan louder, screaming with the overstimulation, his holes all filled up by his big brother. Reaching with his other hand to grasp Tim’s cock, he did his best to coordinate his rough thrusts and steady strokes, watching Tim’s face in the mirror as it contorted in delicious agony. He licked a wet trail up Tim’s neck and whispered low against his throat.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Tim, totally fucking perfect.” On cue, Tim came, his release dirtying the counter, the floor, Jason’s hand. As Jason moved to lick his own fingers clean, he thrust harder into Tim’s shuddering body, laughing with the pure joy of a good fuck.
At the last moment Jason pulled out roughly, and with his hands on Tim’s shoulders, spun him around and shoved him to his knees. Jason grinned openly as, without instruction, Tim tipped his face upwards, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocussed, mouth open with reddened lips welcoming. Like a hungry fucking porn star. With that image burning in his brain Jason could hold back no longer, and shot hot and thick onto Tim’s face. Tim let his eyes fall shut as Jason’s come fell across his chin, into his mouth, over his eyes. On his knees, Tim gently trembled, his breathing hard and his eyes still shut tight, tasting Jason’s bitterness on his tongue. At the edge of his fucked-out consciousness, he heard Jason chuckle as he moved around, retrieving something. When Jason returned Tim heard a quiet click and before he could wipe his eyes and mouth and lunge up at his brother, Jason was on his toes and holding the camera just out of reach.
“Now you’re not the only one with pictures, baby bird.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Summary: Pure PWP! First batfic ever.
Tim’s eyes were screwed shut as he pushed back against the long fingers that were twisting inside him. The wet sounds they made as they slid in and out of his slicked-up hole seemed amplified by the cold washroom tile. He let out a breath he had forgotten he was holding as they gently slipped out of his body, the sensation replaced by the hot press of a thick cock against him. His arms trembled, holding his weight as he leaned on the damp bathroom counter.
“When were you going to tell me?” Jason growled against Tim’s neck.
“Ah, tell you-Ah! Tell you what?” Tim’s voice cracked as Jason slipped slowly inside, wringing a long and breathy moan from his younger brother.
“When were you going to tell me-” Jason dragged his hands up Tim’s sides to stroke over his chest “-that my cute little green-mantied ass was the star attraction of your spank bank?” Tim let out an amused gasp. “Why were you holding out on me, bro?” he asked with a breathless laugh.
“Why did you hide cameras around my room?” Tim breathed as he pushed his ass flush up against Jason.
“Are you complaining? I see it as a catalyst to a fortuitous-” Jason’s breath hitched as he pitched his voice an octave up, high and mocking. “-a pleasantly fortuitous chain of events, don’t you?” Tim sighed his reluctant assent. “Well, it certainly warms my dead, evil heart to see that someone was thinking of me.” Jason tweaked Tim’s nipple experimentally. “All the time,” he finished, satisfied with the resulting gasp of pleasure.
“Hey!” Tim tried for indignant. “You’re definitely ex-ahh!-exaggerating.” He rolled his hips back against Jason’s, the cock inside him sliding deep. “And come on, I’m young. I have needs.” He thrust back particularly hard against Jason to punctuate the statement, and decided that this was an inappropriate juncture at which to mention that he was not the only individual around whose mind Jason constantly lurked.
Jason’s words were smooth and sweet as honey as they slid between his lips. “I saw that on the tapes, baby bird, I certainly did. Why don’t you give me a repeat performance here?” He whispered, feather-soft against Tim’s ear: “Show me again how you touched yourself while I watched you.” Tim let his head drop and wrapped a hand around himself, moving forward into his fist and back against Jason, moaning a little. Jason slid his fingers up Tim’s neck and into his hair, wrenching his head up, exposing his neck.
“Open your eyes, Tim.” His body shook against Jason’s as he forced himself to look into the wide mirror in front of them. “God, look at yourself,” Jason commanded, breathlessly in awe. “Look at the way you go to pieces when your slutty little hole’s stuffed full of my cock.” Tim moaned as he felt himself flush a deeper red, and continued to watch Jason move inside of him. “Look how much my little replacement loves it when I fuck him raw, when I fuck him deep. Look how honest your body is when it’s being used.” Tim whimpered brokenly as he stroked himself, and Jason continued to grip him by the hair, pulling and tugging as he thrust deliberately into Tim’s ass.
“You really think about me, Timmy?”
“Yeah, Jay, yeah-”
“Tell me. Tell me when you-”
“When I - Oh god Jay - when I touch myself, it’s you Jay, it’s just you-”
“And is it good?”
“You’re so good, Jason, it’s the best, it really is, Jay-!”
“Fuck yeah it is. And do you love-” Jason grunted. “-my cock?”
“Yes, god, give it to me, yes!”
“Say it, Timmy. Tell me how you want it right now.” The rhythm of Jason’s thrusts slowed until he pulled out completely, rubbing the head of his cock against Tim’s twitching hole.
“Jason, please,” Tim whispered, both hands now clutching the bathroom counter in front of him, white-knuckled. Jason continued his gentle tease, spreading hot slick around Tim’s opening. “Jason, come on…” he sobbed.
“Convince me.”
“Jason-” Tim begged, looking up again, meeting Jason’s hungry eyes in the mirror in front of him. “Jason, fuck me.” He cried out brokenly as Jason pounded his way back into Tim’s ass. “Harder, harder, hard, fuck me hard, Jason, oh, fuck, Jay-” he moaned, chanting his need until his words gave way to unintelligible sounds of pleasure. Jason continued to pick up speed, revelling in shattering Tim completely. He stroked his way up Tim’s sweat-slick chest and neck, slipped two fingers past Tim’s parted lips. Tim sucked them greedily, happy to slide his tongue around them, spit dripping down his chin. Jason thrust them into Tim’s throat, making him choke and then moan louder, screaming with the overstimulation, his holes all filled up by his big brother. Reaching with his other hand to grasp Tim’s cock, he did his best to coordinate his rough thrusts and steady strokes, watching Tim’s face in the mirror as it contorted in delicious agony. He licked a wet trail up Tim’s neck and whispered low against his throat.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Tim, totally fucking perfect.” On cue, Tim came, his release dirtying the counter, the floor, Jason’s hand. As Jason moved to lick his own fingers clean, he thrust harder into Tim’s shuddering body, laughing with the pure joy of a good fuck.
At the last moment Jason pulled out roughly, and with his hands on Tim’s shoulders, spun him around and shoved him to his knees. Jason grinned openly as, without instruction, Tim tipped his face upwards, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocussed, mouth open with reddened lips welcoming. Like a hungry fucking porn star. With that image burning in his brain Jason could hold back no longer, and shot hot and thick onto Tim’s face. Tim let his eyes fall shut as Jason’s come fell across his chin, into his mouth, over his eyes. On his knees, Tim gently trembled, his breathing hard and his eyes still shut tight, tasting Jason’s bitterness on his tongue. At the edge of his fucked-out consciousness, he heard Jason chuckle as he moved around, retrieving something. When Jason returned Tim heard a quiet click and before he could wipe his eyes and mouth and lunge up at his brother, Jason was on his toes and holding the camera just out of reach.
“Now you’re not the only one with pictures, baby bird.”