Dick/Roy Fic Fest
Title: Shower Interrupted
Characters: Dick/Roy
Rating: R
Word Count: 1168
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For greeneyelove’s Dick/Roy Summer Fic Fest, prompt- shower
That last thug got him good. Dick damned his own idiocy for letting the guy’s red hair and green eyes distract him even for a moment. When he’d gotten a closer look at him, the guy turned out to look nothing like Roy.
Dick groaned in pain as he removed his suit. His body hurt all over. He figured that after getting the same pounding night after night, it would eventually get easier to deal with, but that was hardly the case. It was just as hard to recover from now as it had been when he first went out as Nightwing. The one thing he did get better at was ignoring the pain or learning to deal with it when he had to.
Cursing softly, he stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on. It burned his skin, yet helped soothe his aching muscles. He thought he heard the doorbell ring, but whoever was selling something could come back later. And, if it was someone he actually wanted to see, they’d know how to get in anyway.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the bathroom door.
“Robbie, you in there?”
Roy? What were the odds? First, Roy’s look-a-like nearly handed him his ass and then the real deal shows up. The last time they’d seen each other did not end well. Dick didn’t have the energy to argue about it, nor did he want to, “No. I just like to be wasteful and leave the shower running when I’m not home,” Dick muttered, gathering enough strength to pull back part of the shower curtain. He peered over it and smiled weakly at the redhead, “It’s not like you to drop in unannounced, Speedy. Everything okay?”
After talking to Wally, hearing how Dick was doing, Roy had hoped they, too, could return to how it used to be, but the speech Roy had prepared to deliver about their drifting apart and everything that had occurred that led to it left his mind at the sight of a very toned and very wet Dick Grayson, “You been working out?” he asked without meaning to.
His fatigue slowly disappeared under Roy’s appreciative gaze and Dick couldn’t help the grin that burst across his face. He had increased his workout recently. In fact, he added an hour and a half to his already long daily routine after he heard about Roy and Kendra, but he wasn’t about to mention any of that. Whatever chance he had with Roy, Dick knew he’d ruined it long ago. What was that saying about not knowing what you had until it was gone? And Roy was gone, wasn’t he? Had been for some time, too. Dick’s lopsided grin faded, “Not more than usual.”
“You look good,” Roy stated, suddenly wishing the curtain was clear instead of blue, or nonexistence for that matter.
“Thanks.” Dick replied as casually as he could, trying to ignore the surge of renewed hope that sprouted within. He was sure that the heat he felt overtake his body had more to do with the man standing a few feet away than with the temperature of the water hitting his backside. Besides, Roy had come over and that said a lot, didn’t it? It meant something, right?
“Look,” they both said at the same time and then laughed awkwardly because of it. Suddenly, they were both feeling about ten years younger and unusually nervous because of the other’s presence. They stared at one another for a long moment, until Dick broke the silence, “Speedies first.”
Roy took a step further inside. He shrugged, “How you been?”
Dick seemed to move without moving because all of a sudden Roy was able to see part of Dick’s hip. The archer leaned against the sink and focused on the towel hanging over the curtain rod. Dick waited for Roy to look at him, but green eyes studied the blue and black stripes of the towel as though his life depended on it.
“You could’ve called to ask that.” Dick finally replied, trying not to sound bitter. Maybe Roy hadn’t come over with any other intentions aside from a simple talk. Maybe Dick was foolishly hoping for things that had long ceased to be a possibility. He grabbed the bar of soap and started running it over his chest. Taking his time washing his arms and under them.
Out of the corner of his eye Roy could see the buildup of lather along Dick’s lean frame and he forced his gaze down to his shoes to keep from outright staring at the acrobat rinse himself. Small pools of water were forming on the tile because Dick wouldn’t close the damn curtain! Roy ran his fingers through his hair in frustration a couple of times. He was supposed to be done wanting Dick, supposed to have moved on, but here he was, eager for the mere sight of him, desperate to run his tongue along the swell of hard muscle and taste him at least once more. Roy shook his head. He wasn’t about to fall into that trap again, “I’ll wait for you outside.”
Dick felt a sharp pain in his chest. An emptiness he liked to pretend didn’t exist, but the fear that Roy would disappear again... What if Roy left and decided not to stick around? He’d leave forever and never come back. Dick panicked and pulled back the shower curtain, “Speedy, wait!”
Roy stopped with his hand on the doorknob but didn’t turn to look at him. It would be easier just to leave without a final look; one he knew would only haunt his dreams. It would be easier to walk away before he got sucked in again.
But how could he not look at him? It was his Robbie.
Roy turned and focused on those blue eyes he always got so easily lost in. “Yeah?” he asked, surprised that his voice didn’t crack. The shower curtain was thrown all the way to the side and though the water rained freely on the tile floor, Roy didn’t notice because there in the middle of the tub stood Dick, completely naked and gorgeous-Adonis himself would be jealous-looking at him with that wicked grin of so long ago.
Dick’s voice was a seductive purr, “I could use a hand.”
“How about two?” Roy offered and just like that it was as if those problem-filled years full of fights, anger, and loneliness had never happened and they were back where they left off. Roy can’t remember walking into shower, but he does remember taking Dick in his arms and devouring him with a hungry kiss.
Dick pulled him in closer, “Missed you,” he mumbled in between kisses, “Missed you so much.”
Roy’s clothes were soon soaked and thrown aside. The bathroom floor was a mess and only getting messier. But none of it mattered because their time apart was over and everything was exactly as it should be.
Characters: Dick/Roy
Rating: R
Word Count: 1168
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For greeneyelove’s Dick/Roy Summer Fic Fest, prompt- shower
That last thug got him good. Dick damned his own idiocy for letting the guy’s red hair and green eyes distract him even for a moment. When he’d gotten a closer look at him, the guy turned out to look nothing like Roy.
Dick groaned in pain as he removed his suit. His body hurt all over. He figured that after getting the same pounding night after night, it would eventually get easier to deal with, but that was hardly the case. It was just as hard to recover from now as it had been when he first went out as Nightwing. The one thing he did get better at was ignoring the pain or learning to deal with it when he had to.
Cursing softly, he stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on. It burned his skin, yet helped soothe his aching muscles. He thought he heard the doorbell ring, but whoever was selling something could come back later. And, if it was someone he actually wanted to see, they’d know how to get in anyway.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the bathroom door.
“Robbie, you in there?”
Roy? What were the odds? First, Roy’s look-a-like nearly handed him his ass and then the real deal shows up. The last time they’d seen each other did not end well. Dick didn’t have the energy to argue about it, nor did he want to, “No. I just like to be wasteful and leave the shower running when I’m not home,” Dick muttered, gathering enough strength to pull back part of the shower curtain. He peered over it and smiled weakly at the redhead, “It’s not like you to drop in unannounced, Speedy. Everything okay?”
After talking to Wally, hearing how Dick was doing, Roy had hoped they, too, could return to how it used to be, but the speech Roy had prepared to deliver about their drifting apart and everything that had occurred that led to it left his mind at the sight of a very toned and very wet Dick Grayson, “You been working out?” he asked without meaning to.
His fatigue slowly disappeared under Roy’s appreciative gaze and Dick couldn’t help the grin that burst across his face. He had increased his workout recently. In fact, he added an hour and a half to his already long daily routine after he heard about Roy and Kendra, but he wasn’t about to mention any of that. Whatever chance he had with Roy, Dick knew he’d ruined it long ago. What was that saying about not knowing what you had until it was gone? And Roy was gone, wasn’t he? Had been for some time, too. Dick’s lopsided grin faded, “Not more than usual.”
“You look good,” Roy stated, suddenly wishing the curtain was clear instead of blue, or nonexistence for that matter.
“Thanks.” Dick replied as casually as he could, trying to ignore the surge of renewed hope that sprouted within. He was sure that the heat he felt overtake his body had more to do with the man standing a few feet away than with the temperature of the water hitting his backside. Besides, Roy had come over and that said a lot, didn’t it? It meant something, right?
“Look,” they both said at the same time and then laughed awkwardly because of it. Suddenly, they were both feeling about ten years younger and unusually nervous because of the other’s presence. They stared at one another for a long moment, until Dick broke the silence, “Speedies first.”
Roy took a step further inside. He shrugged, “How you been?”
Dick seemed to move without moving because all of a sudden Roy was able to see part of Dick’s hip. The archer leaned against the sink and focused on the towel hanging over the curtain rod. Dick waited for Roy to look at him, but green eyes studied the blue and black stripes of the towel as though his life depended on it.
“You could’ve called to ask that.” Dick finally replied, trying not to sound bitter. Maybe Roy hadn’t come over with any other intentions aside from a simple talk. Maybe Dick was foolishly hoping for things that had long ceased to be a possibility. He grabbed the bar of soap and started running it over his chest. Taking his time washing his arms and under them.
Out of the corner of his eye Roy could see the buildup of lather along Dick’s lean frame and he forced his gaze down to his shoes to keep from outright staring at the acrobat rinse himself. Small pools of water were forming on the tile because Dick wouldn’t close the damn curtain! Roy ran his fingers through his hair in frustration a couple of times. He was supposed to be done wanting Dick, supposed to have moved on, but here he was, eager for the mere sight of him, desperate to run his tongue along the swell of hard muscle and taste him at least once more. Roy shook his head. He wasn’t about to fall into that trap again, “I’ll wait for you outside.”
Dick felt a sharp pain in his chest. An emptiness he liked to pretend didn’t exist, but the fear that Roy would disappear again... What if Roy left and decided not to stick around? He’d leave forever and never come back. Dick panicked and pulled back the shower curtain, “Speedy, wait!”
Roy stopped with his hand on the doorknob but didn’t turn to look at him. It would be easier just to leave without a final look; one he knew would only haunt his dreams. It would be easier to walk away before he got sucked in again.
But how could he not look at him? It was his Robbie.
Roy turned and focused on those blue eyes he always got so easily lost in. “Yeah?” he asked, surprised that his voice didn’t crack. The shower curtain was thrown all the way to the side and though the water rained freely on the tile floor, Roy didn’t notice because there in the middle of the tub stood Dick, completely naked and gorgeous-Adonis himself would be jealous-looking at him with that wicked grin of so long ago.
Dick’s voice was a seductive purr, “I could use a hand.”
“How about two?” Roy offered and just like that it was as if those problem-filled years full of fights, anger, and loneliness had never happened and they were back where they left off. Roy can’t remember walking into shower, but he does remember taking Dick in his arms and devouring him with a hungry kiss.
Dick pulled him in closer, “Missed you,” he mumbled in between kisses, “Missed you so much.”
Roy’s clothes were soon soaked and thrown aside. The bathroom floor was a mess and only getting messier. But none of it mattered because their time apart was over and everything was exactly as it should be.