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[Tim leads Dick back to his old place. All the furniture is still there, including the bed but his clothes are at Tim's place.] I know it's not much but...

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[youlikethedick]

[Dick has had sex in much, much less comfortable places. He smiles and wraps his arms around Tim's waist, kissing him gently before sitting down on the bed, running his hands up and down Tim's sides.] It's perfect.

Have you done this before?

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[Dick's kisses, no matter how gentle, make Tim's hearth race and his breath catch.]

I...um... [He leans into Dick's touch, trying not to focus on the fact he just brought a guy home with him and they're probably about to have sex] Once...my friend Tim. We...we got pollened...

[youlikethedick]

[Why wouldn't he want to focus on that! Dick is focusing on that! Also on tickling Tim a little to try and lighten the mood]

Pollen only counts if you want it to count. You're still living together? So I guess there weren't hard feelings. Well, the bad kind of hard feelings. [He drags one finger down, from Tim's hip, over his stomach and down to his fly before letting it drop]

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[Tim giggles a little, covering his mouth to try to hide it.]

No, it wasn't like...It was really nice. Tim was really gently with me. But we're not... he let me stay with him after... [His hand goes to his chest again] I...I didn't want to be on my own.

[The touch makes him gasp, blushing brightly again]

[youlikethedick]

[Dick smiles] I'm glad it was good for you then. [He tugs Tim a little closer by the hip and leans forward, pushing up his shirt to kiss his stomach, once, right below his navel.] Is there anything particular you want to try? Something you've fantasized about, maybe?

[fanofthebigblue]

[Tim can't help up cup the back of Dick's neck, letting his fingers play over the fine, soft hairs.] I haven't really...thought about guys enough to have...

[youlikethedick]

Well, I'm sure we can come up with some ideas of our own, then.

You don't have to be shy, okay? You can do anything you want, with me. Touch me any way you want. If I don't like it, I'll let you know. [He squeezes Tim's hips and then runs his hands up Tim's sides, under his shirt.] If I like it...you'll know. I'm not exactly subtle.

But right now I can't think of anything I don't want you to do to me.

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[Tim sighs softly, sitting down on the bed] I...I'd very much like to kiss you again. If that's ok?

[he stiffens a bit as Dick's hands slide under his shirt, weary of Dick seeing his scars]

you'll have to describe the scars, I don't know what they look like

[youlikethedick]

[If Dick feels scar tissue, he doesn't react - He's used to the idea of a Tim with plenty of scars, and has rather a lot of them himself, especially on his legs.] That is so, so, so okay [The last word is mumbled directly into Tim's mouth with a smile. The smile fades when Tim stiffens, though, and he draws his hands back.] Too fast? You can tell me to slow down, or to stop. Please tell me to stop, if that's what you want.

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No, please don't stop. [Tim all but begs.] I just...

[He drops his eyes and very slowly unbutton his shirt. The letter R has been carved into the left side of his chest with a deep cross through it. The edges of the cuts are a little raw and still healing.]

[He raises his eyes slowly as he starts to rebutton his shirt.] I...I understand if you're not...interested any more.

[youlikethedick]

Oh, baby... [Dick reaches up, his fingers hovering over the angry marks. Then he makes a fist.] Who did this to you. [He tries to stand up]

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[Tim rests a hand on Dick's arm, trying to calm him] He's dead. It...it's ok. He can't hurt anyone else.

[Tim curls up a little, letting Dick go, his eyes down] I'm sorry. I just... I thought you should see before... [He pulls the shirt tight around his chest.] I understand if you want to leave.

[youlikethedick]

What? No! [Dick drops to his knees quickly] Tim' that's not why I - I was mad. I am mad, that someone would hurt you like that - but there's nothing I can do. [He takes Tim's hands, squeezing.]

When I get - I move around a lot. When I'm upset, or happy, or...okay, anything. I think with my body. I move. I was going to...pace or something, I guess. Hit something maybe. Not leave you. Not unless whoever did that was still a threat and needed to be handled right away.

Someone hurt you. That doesn't make me like you less! [He smiles softly and reaches up, tugging gently on Tim's glasses] Such gorgeous eyes.

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[Tim looks down at Dick with big eyes, unsure how to react] I...I like the way you move. [He blushes and looks away, feeling stupid for saying it]

[youlikethedick]

[Dick grins at that] Yeah? [He turns Tim's face back toward him] I like being looked at. It's so weird - I keep forgetting you don't know me. I used to be a performer. An acrobat. I'm used to people looking. I guess I'm always in the ring, just a little bit. I like that feeling. Like the attention. So you should definitely look all you want.

[fanofthebigblue]

Really? Wow! No wonder you're so graceful. I'd love take your photo some time. [Tim blushes again, turning his face slightly into Dick's hand] I'm sorry, I'm so use to hiding behind my camera lens.

[He very tentatively rests his hand on Dick's shoulder, running his fingers softly up Dick's neck]