5 Ficlets: Various | DCU | Jason/Tim | PG-13 to NC-17 | 1/1 each
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: All are Jason/Tim
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: All these were written for comment_fic. None are necessarily part of any particular established 'verse, just Jason and Tim being yummy, naughty, silly boys. ^_~
Title | Rating | Word Count | Prompt (as summary)
Skills | NC-17 | 128 w | teabagging
Jason thought he knew just about everything in Tim's skill set, especially when it came to fucking. But this.... Holy fuck!
Unable to keep himself from writhing in place on the bed, he carded his fingers through Tim's hair and grabbed tight, holding him in place. That tongue... the things he was doing with it... Jason's vision was going soft around the edges, his insides curling into a tense ball of fire as Tim sucked one ball into his mouth, just enough to curl his tongue around it.
Gasping for air as sparks shot up his spine, Jay lost himself to a full-body spasm, and the world squeezed through a fine point somewhere in the distance as he came.
Later... later he'd have to find out where Tim learned that.
~*~*~
Perspective | R | 197 w | body switch
Blinking heavily, Jason looked at... himself. "What the fuck?" he bit out, shocked to find his voice tighter and smoother, his throat feeling nowhere near as torn up as it should have been.
"I could ask you the same question," the other him said, controlled and wary, and that's when he realized what happened. He... was Tim. And Tim was him.
Tim must have come to the same conclusion, because they both nodded once with a chorused, "Zat."
Tim--him, shit, what a mindfuck!--turned away with a swirl of cape that wasn't there, and made to leave. "Whatever he's done, I'll make sure he finds a way to reverse it."
"Wait a minute," Jay said, catching Tim-in-his-body by the wrist with a hand that felt completely foreign to him. His mind was spinning with the possibilities, the majority of which were of the dirty, filthy, oh-so-wrong variety, and he couldn't help a leer. "Maybe we should take advantage of the situation."
Tim paused, raising an eyebrow. "That expression looks absolutely wrong on my face."
"And?"
"And maybe it'll be interesting to see what else looks wrong on my body."
Jay grinned, eyes lighting up with depraved glee. "Thought you'd see it my way."
~*~*~
Just as Sharp | PG-13 | 286 w | Tim's a kitten and Jason finds him, but doesn't know it's Tim...
Annoyed, Tim flicked his... his tail behind him, staring up at his brother. He couldn't believe Jason didn't realize it was him, but then, Jay hadn't met Zat yet, so it wasn't like he was expecting half the crap Zat pulled on a daily basis since his power expanded.
"Stop following me, you little flea bag!" Jay snapped back, nudging the tiny kitten Tim had been turned into out of his way. "I don't know how the hell you got in here, anyway."
Duh! Tim tried to say, but when it only came out as a sharp meow, he knew he was screwed.
Jumping up onto the console at the computer in the Cave, he did his best to bitch out his brother. I'm Tim, dammit! Zat turned me into a kitten, and if you don't figure it the hell out, I'll be stuck like this forever!
Again, all that left his mouth was a long, pitiful chittering meow, and Tim just wanted to bang his head against a wall with his frustration.
Jay looked at him again, sitting in the chair, and narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him closely. "Just who the hell are you, anyway?" he asked, clearly more to himself than to Tim.
When he reached forward and plucked Tim off the console by the scruff of his neck, the younger brother reacted on pure instinct with a hiss and a swipe of his--apparently clawed--paw.
With barely a jerk in surprise, Jay only smirked, not even seeming to care about the blood welling up on his hand from the scratch. "Tim, huh?"
It's about damned time, Tim groused, and of course, all that came out was another meow.
This day could just not get over with fast enough.
~*~*~
Tim's Dirty Little Secret | R | 355 w | [Tim] dreamed about Jason since he found out he was Robin
Afterward, Tim is so completely drained that he can't quite stop the words from leaving his mouth. "It wasn't anything like the dreams," he says, and it feels like watching a video in slow-motion, utter horror blooming in his chest as he completely fails to stop the sentence from escaping. Of all the things to confess after a mind-blowing fuck with Jason Todd, of all people, this is the last one he'd ever expected.
"Dreams?" Jay asks, interest clearly piqued, and Tim can practically see the leer on his face in the semi-darkness.
"Shit," is all he allows himself then.
But he's nudged in the ribs sharply. "Spill it, Baby Bird."
A deep breath in, and Tim knows it's pointless to fight it at this juncture. Jay'll probably badger him about it until the end of time if he doesn't fill in the blanks.
"About you," he admits after a long moment of consideration. "And me. Together."
Jason turns onto his side beneath the covers and leans over him, close enough for his breath to ghost over Tim's skin when he talks. "Oh really? Details."
Tim purses his lips briefly. "In bed. Like this. But... not. You were... you were Robin then."
"Wait, what?" Jay asks, sitting up a little in the bed. "And here I thought Bruce was the pervert in our happy family."
"Not like that, you idiot," Tim huffs back, sitting up with him. "I was... just a kid then. And I'd just found out you were Robin. Had maybe one roll of film of you."
This time he can see the leer on Jason's face, outlined in the pale light peeking in through the curtains. "Okay," Jay smirks, "so you were a freaky little stalker pervert. What else is new?"
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Tim grimaces. "Just a kid with an overactive dream life, okay?" But he looks back up at Jay, and says more seriously, "This was a hell of a lot better, anyway."
When Jason pounces him, filthy grin still firmly in place and hands moving to do dirty, dirty things again, Tim resolves to never tell him that the dreams had never quite stopped.
~*~*~
Just the Beginning | R | 234 w | the time is near
Finding a way to get to Bruce was probably the easiest part of this whole trip. What was hard, was all the damn waiting around until they could actually use said method to skip back through time. More than two weeks spent practically sitting on their thumbs in the hotel room, waiting and waiting for Booster Gold to show up with the damn time sphere that he wasn't supposed to be using for side trips anyway. Over two weeks with nothing to do but argue and spar and get on each other's nerves until they both finally exploded with it all and wound up fucking all over the damn suite.
And now it's finally almost time to get out, go find their father, mentor, Bruce, and all Tim can think about is how different things will be when they get back, how Jason probably won't want anything to do with him, and isn't that just the most pathetic thing he's ever thought?
They both step into the sphere, Booster droning on about how the trip will go and what to expect, and then Tim catches Jay's glance from the other side of the console, a smirk and a nod.
"Let's go bring him back, Baby Bird," Jason says, and for Tim, that's as good as if he'd said, This isn't over.
Blowing out a breath of relief, Tim reaches over and presses the red button.
~*~*~
More to be posted tomorrow!
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: All are Jason/Tim
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: All these were written for comment_fic. None are necessarily part of any particular established 'verse, just Jason and Tim being yummy, naughty, silly boys. ^_~
Title | Rating | Word Count | Prompt (as summary)
Skills | NC-17 | 128 w | teabagging
Jason thought he knew just about everything in Tim's skill set, especially when it came to fucking. But this.... Holy fuck!
Unable to keep himself from writhing in place on the bed, he carded his fingers through Tim's hair and grabbed tight, holding him in place. That tongue... the things he was doing with it... Jason's vision was going soft around the edges, his insides curling into a tense ball of fire as Tim sucked one ball into his mouth, just enough to curl his tongue around it.
Gasping for air as sparks shot up his spine, Jay lost himself to a full-body spasm, and the world squeezed through a fine point somewhere in the distance as he came.
Later... later he'd have to find out where Tim learned that.
~*~*~
Perspective | R | 197 w | body switch
Blinking heavily, Jason looked at... himself. "What the fuck?" he bit out, shocked to find his voice tighter and smoother, his throat feeling nowhere near as torn up as it should have been.
"I could ask you the same question," the other him said, controlled and wary, and that's when he realized what happened. He... was Tim. And Tim was him.
Tim must have come to the same conclusion, because they both nodded once with a chorused, "Zat."
Tim--him, shit, what a mindfuck!--turned away with a swirl of cape that wasn't there, and made to leave. "Whatever he's done, I'll make sure he finds a way to reverse it."
"Wait a minute," Jay said, catching Tim-in-his-body by the wrist with a hand that felt completely foreign to him. His mind was spinning with the possibilities, the majority of which were of the dirty, filthy, oh-so-wrong variety, and he couldn't help a leer. "Maybe we should take advantage of the situation."
Tim paused, raising an eyebrow. "That expression looks absolutely wrong on my face."
"And?"
"And maybe it'll be interesting to see what else looks wrong on my body."
Jay grinned, eyes lighting up with depraved glee. "Thought you'd see it my way."
~*~*~
Just as Sharp | PG-13 | 286 w | Tim's a kitten and Jason finds him, but doesn't know it's Tim...
Annoyed, Tim flicked his... his tail behind him, staring up at his brother. He couldn't believe Jason didn't realize it was him, but then, Jay hadn't met Zat yet, so it wasn't like he was expecting half the crap Zat pulled on a daily basis since his power expanded.
"Stop following me, you little flea bag!" Jay snapped back, nudging the tiny kitten Tim had been turned into out of his way. "I don't know how the hell you got in here, anyway."
Duh! Tim tried to say, but when it only came out as a sharp meow, he knew he was screwed.
Jumping up onto the console at the computer in the Cave, he did his best to bitch out his brother. I'm Tim, dammit! Zat turned me into a kitten, and if you don't figure it the hell out, I'll be stuck like this forever!
Again, all that left his mouth was a long, pitiful chittering meow, and Tim just wanted to bang his head against a wall with his frustration.
Jay looked at him again, sitting in the chair, and narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him closely. "Just who the hell are you, anyway?" he asked, clearly more to himself than to Tim.
When he reached forward and plucked Tim off the console by the scruff of his neck, the younger brother reacted on pure instinct with a hiss and a swipe of his--apparently clawed--paw.
With barely a jerk in surprise, Jay only smirked, not even seeming to care about the blood welling up on his hand from the scratch. "Tim, huh?"
It's about damned time, Tim groused, and of course, all that came out was another meow.
This day could just not get over with fast enough.
~*~*~
Tim's Dirty Little Secret | R | 355 w | [Tim] dreamed about Jason since he found out he was Robin
Afterward, Tim is so completely drained that he can't quite stop the words from leaving his mouth. "It wasn't anything like the dreams," he says, and it feels like watching a video in slow-motion, utter horror blooming in his chest as he completely fails to stop the sentence from escaping. Of all the things to confess after a mind-blowing fuck with Jason Todd, of all people, this is the last one he'd ever expected.
"Dreams?" Jay asks, interest clearly piqued, and Tim can practically see the leer on his face in the semi-darkness.
"Shit," is all he allows himself then.
But he's nudged in the ribs sharply. "Spill it, Baby Bird."
A deep breath in, and Tim knows it's pointless to fight it at this juncture. Jay'll probably badger him about it until the end of time if he doesn't fill in the blanks.
"About you," he admits after a long moment of consideration. "And me. Together."
Jason turns onto his side beneath the covers and leans over him, close enough for his breath to ghost over Tim's skin when he talks. "Oh really? Details."
Tim purses his lips briefly. "In bed. Like this. But... not. You were... you were Robin then."
"Wait, what?" Jay asks, sitting up a little in the bed. "And here I thought Bruce was the pervert in our happy family."
"Not like that, you idiot," Tim huffs back, sitting up with him. "I was... just a kid then. And I'd just found out you were Robin. Had maybe one roll of film of you."
This time he can see the leer on Jason's face, outlined in the pale light peeking in through the curtains. "Okay," Jay smirks, "so you were a freaky little stalker pervert. What else is new?"
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Tim grimaces. "Just a kid with an overactive dream life, okay?" But he looks back up at Jay, and says more seriously, "This was a hell of a lot better, anyway."
When Jason pounces him, filthy grin still firmly in place and hands moving to do dirty, dirty things again, Tim resolves to never tell him that the dreams had never quite stopped.
~*~*~
Just the Beginning | R | 234 w | the time is near
Finding a way to get to Bruce was probably the easiest part of this whole trip. What was hard, was all the damn waiting around until they could actually use said method to skip back through time. More than two weeks spent practically sitting on their thumbs in the hotel room, waiting and waiting for Booster Gold to show up with the damn time sphere that he wasn't supposed to be using for side trips anyway. Over two weeks with nothing to do but argue and spar and get on each other's nerves until they both finally exploded with it all and wound up fucking all over the damn suite.
And now it's finally almost time to get out, go find their father, mentor, Bruce, and all Tim can think about is how different things will be when they get back, how Jason probably won't want anything to do with him, and isn't that just the most pathetic thing he's ever thought?
They both step into the sphere, Booster droning on about how the trip will go and what to expect, and then Tim catches Jay's glance from the other side of the console, a smirk and a nod.
"Let's go bring him back, Baby Bird," Jason says, and for Tim, that's as good as if he'd said, This isn't over.
Blowing out a breath of relief, Tim reaches over and presses the red button.
~*~*~
More to be posted tomorrow!