Fic: The Last Thing Anyone Wants Is For Bruce To Walk In On Them 1/1, Dick/Tim, NC17

Oct 22, 2007 22:17

I think this is due today. I nearly forgot about it. *sigh* Also, lamest title ever. I did see four deer in my parents' front yard as I left tonight, though, which was cool.

Title: The Last Thing Anyone Wants Is For Bruce To Walk In On Them
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC17
Content: smut
Word Count: 1010
Summary: Bruce calls Dick home for business; Dick picks Tim up from school; Bruce takes a phone call; Dick takes Tim.
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for southernbangel's "Anything but..." ficathon (that would be intercourse). I chose dry humping; Dick and Tim seemed to enjoy it.



Leaning back against the side of his car, one leg casually crossed over the other, Dick tapped his sunglasses down his nose and smiled at the group of girls giggling and flirting with him from across the parking lot. He winked at the most brazen one and smiled even more as she blushed and turned to whisper to her friends.

Ah, teenage girls...

"Practicing your flirting skills?"

Flicking his grin towards his brother, Dick shook his head. "You know I have those down pat."

Tim rolled his eyes and dumped his sports bag and back pack in the back of Dick's convertible. "And the reason you're here flirting with my classmates is...?"

"Bruce called. Something big's going down." Shrugging, Dick rounded the car and slid behind the wheel. "Plus Alfred's serving lasagna. No one can resist his lasagna"

Tim joined his brother in the car and popped on his own sunglasses. "True. I've been dreaming of it all day." Catching Dick's leer as he started the car, he flushed.

"I've been dreaming of eating something equally yummy."

Tim groaned at the lascivious and bad pun, and slumped in his seat.

*****

Circumstances, lasagna, and Bruce being overly chummy kept them from finding any time alone, until after dinner when Bruce got an urgent business call he had to take, and the two young men were able to head down to the cave by themselves to get ready for the night of mayhem.

In the changing room, before either had a chance to remove any clothes, Dick shoved Tim against the lockers and kissed the breath from him, then buried his mouth in the crease of his neck, his hands tugging the neatly tucked shirt from his waistband.

"Bruce...won't take...long," Tim panted between peppering kisses along Dick's jaw, his hands roaming over the muscular back covered only by a thin t-shirt.

"No blow job?"

Laughing at the wistful tone in his older brother's voice, Tim shook his head and cupped his growing erection through his jeans. "No...not yet. Later."

"Not sure I can wait, baby bird," Dick groaned, slipping one hand down the back of Tim's khakis to finger beneath the elastic of his briefs.

"Guh."

"I love it when I render you unable to speak."

Tim breathed in the scent of Dick, felt his cock rising in his pants, and wriggled against the hard body, groaning at the friction. Pressing his lips to the pulse point in his throat, he felt it speed up and Dick squeezed his ass, pulling him closer. Tugging the t-shirt up he found bare skin and scraped his fingers over the scars he'd long since memorized.

Dick groaned again and slipped one knee between the kid's thighs, pressing upward until Tim gasped and clutched at him. "Rock, Timmy."

"Can't do this here," was the panted reply accompanied by a shake of tangled black hair.

"If we hurry..." Dick caught his lips again, delving deeply with his tongue, tasting and teasing. His hand in Tim's pants slid farther down, caressing a clenching buttock. One finger rubbed over the sensitive hole.

"Shit!"

"Shhh..."

Tim rocked, his erection aching from being confined by his pants and pressed against Dick's leg. Desire made his muscles tighten, his hands clench around Dick's shoulders, his mouth slide hungrily against the other man's. They kissed sloppily and ground together.

While Tim was getting plenty of stimulation, Dick was frustrated and he pulled his hand free of the pants and grabbed the younger man's squirming hips. "I'm gonna lift you."

"...'k"

Strong hands lifted him and he wrapped his powerful legs around Dick's back. Their cocks met and rubbed together against cotton and zippers. Dick thrust and Tim bit back a yell as pleasure lashed through him. He banged his head back against the metal locker, then stared into Dick's eyes. They were deep blue and so hot, and Tim's mouth went dry. The need intensified in an instant and his breath caught in his throat.

"Come for me, bro," Dick begged, breathing hard against Tim's mouth before kissing him again.

Tim keened into the kiss and shuddered as his balls tightened and his cock ached and thrust. He came hard and the orgasm blinded him, stole his breath, and he jerked helplessly until finally slumping in Dick's hands, his arms tight around his neck to hold on as his legs went lax.

Breaking the kiss, Dick ground harder, pumping his cock against the wet front of Tim's pants, his hands squeezing the kid's ass until he flung his head back and exploded. Shaking with pleasure, he nearly fell, slumping forward until his forehead pressed to Tim's.

Tim gently caressed the sweaty nape of Dick's neck and pressed a soft kiss to his slack lips. "Wow."

"Shit." Arms trembling and weakening, the older man lowered the younger to the floor then collapsed on a bench, hands rubbing over his face. Tim sank down next to him and, with a grimace, plucked at the front of his pants.

"Alfred is so going to give me that look when he does the laundry."

Looking up, Dick grinned tiredly. "It won't be the first time he's washed cum-sticky pants."

Tim made a face and punched Dick in the shoulder, then laughed and rose to change. "And if you're too tired to do a good job tonight, Bruce is going to start asking those telling questions and you know he'll get the answers."

"And then he'll kill me. I'm awake." Grinning, Dick popped up and began to strip off his own clothes.

Just outside the changing room door, Bruce checked his watch for the fourth time, strained his ears--not really wanting to hear too much--and wondered when the boys would realize he wasn't an idiot and he'd known within twenty four hours when they started having sex on the ship.

Although knowing about it and walking in on them in the middle of things were two very different things and something he wasn't interested in repeating after the near disaster in Athens.

End

dick/tim, dc fanfic

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