Fic: Kisses and Coffee
Title: Kisses and Coffee
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Boys kissing.
Word Count: 665
Author's Notes: For batstalker's prompt Dick/Tim 'cuppa joe'. I was planning to write more femslash but then this distracted me. Oops! Traci/Steph will be coming up next I think.
Tim yawns and stretches; his arms raised high above his head. He closes his eyes and enjoys the pull of his cramped muscles.
Then promptly leaps out of his chair in shock when fingers brush against his exposed stomach. Tim lands neatly on the floor, crouched in a defensive position, one hand already reaching for a batarang.
“Calm down little brother,” Dick placates him, his hands held out in defence and apology.
Tim stands up and kicks the computer chair at Dick; it rolls forward with a jerk, but Dick catches the back with one hand and pushes it aside.
“Sneak.” Tim half growls, half whines and Dick laughs.
“Sorry Timmy,” Dick apologies and reaches forward to wrap an arm around Tim’s waist, drawing him close.
“You’re not sorry at all,” Tim keeps his voice flat but he presses a little tighter against Dick.
Dick huffs in amusement and catches Tim’s chin in his fingers, tilting Tim’s face up and kissing him softly on the lips. Tim sighs and opens his mouth, letting his tongue tussle lazily with Dick’s. Dick tastes like early morning coffee and Tim hums in appreciation.
Dick pulls back so their foreheads are resting together, “You’ve been up all night haven’t you?”
“Maybe,” Tim deflects, burying his head against Dick’s shoulder.
Dick taps his fingers against Tim’s cheek, “What have I said about pulling all-nighters?”
Tim yawns, “Not to do it.”
Tim feels Dick nod and then stop, resting his chin on Tim’s head. Tim closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Dick and coffee, relaxing into the embrace. Dick is rubbing gentle circles across Tim’s back; soothing the muscle and dragging another yawn out of Tim.
He doesn’t realise he’s nodded off until he wakes up in Dick’s bed, the covers drawn up close around him and he’s been divested of his shoes. Tim thinks that he should probably get up and go back to work, but Dick’s bed is warm and soft and Tim hasn’t slept in about 30 hours.
“What’s the time?” he mumbles to no one in particular, he knew as soon as he woke that Dick wasn’t in the bed with him.
“2:30 in the PM,” Dick replies anyway and Tim twists around in the bed until he can see Dick standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in hand.
Tim panics and sits up, it’s Thursday, he should be at school. Dick seems to sense his intentions, because he crosses the room in a few quick steps and lays a hand on Tim’s shoulder. When Tim stops trying to get out of bed Dick takes his hand off and gives Tim the coffee instead. Tim clutches it like a life line, breathing in the smell and steam.
“I called your school and said you were running a temperature,” Dick explains, kicking off his shoes and hopping up on the bed to sit next to Tim, “You need to stop running yourself ragged.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to get everything finished,” Tim says between careful sips of the hot coffee.
Dick sighs in resignation and rests his head against Tim’s shoulder. Tim leans his head back a little, but mostly keeps upright so he can continue enjoying his drink. He smiles when Dick gets bored and starts drumming his fingers against Tim’s thigh; his hand very slowly working it’s way up Tim’s thigh.
Tim drains the coffee in one long gulp, wincing a little as it burns his tongue. But then he puts the cup on the bedside table and pounces on Dick, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his hips. Dick leans up for a kiss and Tim obliges.
“You taste like coffee,” Dick murmurs against Tim’s mouth when they break apart.
Tim laughs and presses a kiss to Dick’s cheek, “Sorry.”
“No need for an apology baby bird, now you’ll have the energy to keep up,” Dick replies, his smile sharp and predatory.
Tim kisses him again.
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Boys kissing.
Word Count: 665
Author's Notes: For batstalker's prompt Dick/Tim 'cuppa joe'. I was planning to write more femslash but then this distracted me. Oops! Traci/Steph will be coming up next I think.
Tim yawns and stretches; his arms raised high above his head. He closes his eyes and enjoys the pull of his cramped muscles.
Then promptly leaps out of his chair in shock when fingers brush against his exposed stomach. Tim lands neatly on the floor, crouched in a defensive position, one hand already reaching for a batarang.
“Calm down little brother,” Dick placates him, his hands held out in defence and apology.
Tim stands up and kicks the computer chair at Dick; it rolls forward with a jerk, but Dick catches the back with one hand and pushes it aside.
“Sneak.” Tim half growls, half whines and Dick laughs.
“Sorry Timmy,” Dick apologies and reaches forward to wrap an arm around Tim’s waist, drawing him close.
“You’re not sorry at all,” Tim keeps his voice flat but he presses a little tighter against Dick.
Dick huffs in amusement and catches Tim’s chin in his fingers, tilting Tim’s face up and kissing him softly on the lips. Tim sighs and opens his mouth, letting his tongue tussle lazily with Dick’s. Dick tastes like early morning coffee and Tim hums in appreciation.
Dick pulls back so their foreheads are resting together, “You’ve been up all night haven’t you?”
“Maybe,” Tim deflects, burying his head against Dick’s shoulder.
Dick taps his fingers against Tim’s cheek, “What have I said about pulling all-nighters?”
Tim yawns, “Not to do it.”
Tim feels Dick nod and then stop, resting his chin on Tim’s head. Tim closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Dick and coffee, relaxing into the embrace. Dick is rubbing gentle circles across Tim’s back; soothing the muscle and dragging another yawn out of Tim.
He doesn’t realise he’s nodded off until he wakes up in Dick’s bed, the covers drawn up close around him and he’s been divested of his shoes. Tim thinks that he should probably get up and go back to work, but Dick’s bed is warm and soft and Tim hasn’t slept in about 30 hours.
“What’s the time?” he mumbles to no one in particular, he knew as soon as he woke that Dick wasn’t in the bed with him.
“2:30 in the PM,” Dick replies anyway and Tim twists around in the bed until he can see Dick standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in hand.
Tim panics and sits up, it’s Thursday, he should be at school. Dick seems to sense his intentions, because he crosses the room in a few quick steps and lays a hand on Tim’s shoulder. When Tim stops trying to get out of bed Dick takes his hand off and gives Tim the coffee instead. Tim clutches it like a life line, breathing in the smell and steam.
“I called your school and said you were running a temperature,” Dick explains, kicking off his shoes and hopping up on the bed to sit next to Tim, “You need to stop running yourself ragged.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to get everything finished,” Tim says between careful sips of the hot coffee.
Dick sighs in resignation and rests his head against Tim’s shoulder. Tim leans his head back a little, but mostly keeps upright so he can continue enjoying his drink. He smiles when Dick gets bored and starts drumming his fingers against Tim’s thigh; his hand very slowly working it’s way up Tim’s thigh.
Tim drains the coffee in one long gulp, wincing a little as it burns his tongue. But then he puts the cup on the bedside table and pounces on Dick, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his hips. Dick leans up for a kiss and Tim obliges.
“You taste like coffee,” Dick murmurs against Tim’s mouth when they break apart.
Tim laughs and presses a kiss to Dick’s cheek, “Sorry.”
“No need for an apology baby bird, now you’ll have the energy to keep up,” Dick replies, his smile sharp and predatory.
Tim kisses him again.