fic: Washed Out to Sea
Title: Washed Out to Sea
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters: Roy/Tim
Summary: Roy and Tim enjoy having a private beach to themselves
Word Count: 524
Warnings: slash, smut, outdoor sex
A/N: written for my kink bingo card.(wild card) Follows Weekend On the Beach
The tide washed over Roy and Tim as they continued to kiss on the beach. Within minutes their clothes were soaked through - not that either of them noticed. Roy busied himself by unbuttoning Tim's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, while Tim's hands went to Roy's pants unbuttoning and unzipping and then pushing the pants down past Roy's hips.
Roy pulled off of Tim long enough to pull off his own shirt and to kick his pants off. He watched as the tide washed over his lover and then dived back in, kissing Tim's throat, down his chest until he reached the shorts then tugged them open with his teeth. Tim let out a mixture of a laugh and moan at Roy's antics. Roy quickly yanked the shorts off the rest of the way and then licked his way up Tim's body, tasting the salt water that has soaked them both.
Roy cupped the back of Tim's head and brought his head up claiming a kiss. Tim wrapped his arms around Roy and bucked up, rubbing their erections together. Roy gasped into the kiss, but didn't break it as he ground down, pushing Tim farther down into the soft sand.
“Want you,” Tim whimpered.
“And you have me,” Roy said. “All of me.” Roy nudged Tim's legs apart as another wave swept over them. Tim wrapped his legs around Roy's waist as Roy slowly slid into him.
Tim let out a low hiss at the burn. He pushed up to meet Roy's slow thrusts He made made soft mewing noises as Roy took him and the waves washed over them. He couldn't help the smile on his face as he felt the water wash over him, and the grainy feel of the sand at his back.
With a final thrust from Roy the two lovers came together, shouting each other's name. Roy carefully pulled out and laid next to Tim. After he had recovered Roy raised his head and smiled as he looked over at his lover. Tim's lips were kiss swollen and he had sand in his hair and it covered most of his body, and - as Roy carefully moved his own body and could assist himself - Tim probably had sand in places he would rather not have it.
Suddenly Roy let out a laugh, which made Tim open his eyes and look at his red haired lover. “ . . Roy?”
“Right here little bird,” Roy said as he wrapped his arm around Tim's waist.
“What's so funny?”
“I'm just thankful the Bruce owns this beach,” Roy chuckled as he nuzzled Tim's cheek.
Tim shifted nearer to Roy and laid his head on Roy's shoulder, “And why would that be?” he asked some what sleepily
“Because our clothes just went out with the tide,” Roy laughed.
“What?!” Tim exclaimed as he sat up and looked around them, only to see no hint of their clothes. Tim looked down at Roy and the two of them burst out laughing as they thought about the walk home to the beach house.