Fics and Ficlets: Falling Into Bed | DCU/SR/BB | Various Pairings | Up to R | 1,2,3/?
Title: Falling Into Bed
Fandom: DCU, Superman Returns/Batman Begins
Pairings: Various
Ratings: Up to R
Word Count: 1,061
Summary: There are many ways for a couple to fall into bed together.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: This is a series of fics and ficlets written for bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Valentine's Day Challenge and merfilly's Valentine's Day Flashfic Challenge. I and III might also qualify for bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Chocolate Challenge. Maybe. :p Pieces are in no particular order, and include some new pairings for me. More ficlets to be posted either later today or tomorrow.
I.
Pairing: Dick/Roy
Word Count: 274
Summary: Something seems wrong with Roy, and Dick intends to find out what.
It never took much to get Speedy revved up on Valentine's Day. Just the hint of a special dinner or a rose clenched between teeth was usually enough to turn his engines up to full, and all Dick ever had to do was wait for the ensuing pounce and ravaging. It was a surefire formula, really.
But this year, Roy just didn't seem to have his heart in it. Dick had done everything short of tying himself to the bed, naked, spread eagled, and waiting, but none of it, not the breakfast with pancakes and strawberries, not the handmade Valentine card tucked into Roy's quiver before he had monitor duty, not meeting him at the door with aforementioned rose in clenched teeth, none of it seemed to be getting through to his Speedy.
After tucking Lian into bed, Dick finally headed back to corner him in the bedroom, hoping that jar of chocolate body paint wasn't about to go to waste. He just couldn't understand what was wrong, what was bothering Roy so much that-
Oh.
Finding his partner tied to the bed, naked, spread eagled, and waiting with said body paint next to him and a wicked grin on his face was all the answer Dick needed.
Leaning back against the closed door, Dick crossed his arms over his chest. “You sneaky bastard. Here I thought something was wrong.”
“What, and be predictable? Never. Now hurry up and get over here and take advantage of the situation.”
Maybe Dick had it all wrong. Maybe he was the one that didn't need much to get his engines revved. But really, who was counting?
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II.
Pairing: Clark/Bruce (SR/BB)
Word Count: 209
Summary: Clark can't believe Bruce brought him to *this* particular hotel for their Valentine's getaway.
Dropping their suitcases inside the door, Clark surveyed the hotel room. Pepto Bismol pink. Everything in the room was that sickly sweet hue, down to the shag carpet that didn't seem to have been updated since the seventies. Unable to suppress a shudder, he turned to eye his companion. “I can't believe you brought me here, Bruce.”
The Bat chuckled at him with eyes full of mischief and promise. “What, the Honeymoon Hotel and Resort doesn't meet your expectations?”
“Hardly,” Clark deadpanned. “You know damned well this place doesn't come with happy, perfect memories for me.” Being so rudely reminded of his failed chances with Lois, his inability to come clean with her before the Zod squad had come calling, just made him cranky.
“Hmph. All the more reason to replace all that with new memories,” Bruce suggested, advancing on the Kryptonian and steering him toward the bed. Finally shoving him backward until Clark fell back atop the pink comforter, he grinned evilly. “Barring major emergencies, I don't intend to let you up out of that bed for the next two days.”
His eyebrows disappearing behind his thick hair, Clark shivered with anticipation. To heck with the past. With that kind of promise, who was he to argue?
* * * * *
III.
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Word Count: 575
Summary: Tim just can't find the right gift for Kon
This had to be the worst holiday ever. Tim just couldn't understand it. People throwing themselves into a tizzy just to make sure their significant others got flowers or chocolate or some other nonsensical romantic garbage, going nuts just to find the perfect restaurant or cook the perfect dinner, making reservations three months in advance for hotel stays that would most likely not live up to their expectations. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of money people threw away on jewelry.
Really, it was disgusting.
Which was why Tim was agonizing over the perfect gift for Kon.
Damned conventions. He just didn't see the need to buy some ridiculous present for his boyfriend, take him out on a romantic date, or stick to any of that other mess. And Kon certainly didn't need a bottle of cologne or a pair of engraved cuff links. That much was a given.
I hate Valentine's Day, he grumbled to himself as he searched another website for something suitable. No, no fuzzy pink handcuffs - what would be the fun in that? - or flavored body paint. No books on Tantra or g-strings - the mental image of which just felt... wrong. No bouquets of exotic flowers. No fancy chocolates - though the ones with cayenne pepper mixed in seemed intriguing - or sugared fruits. No ski trips to the Swiss Alps for a week. No vacation in the Caribbean. No, none of it seemed like... Kon!
Aggravated, he pushed back from the desk in his room at the Tower, rubbing his temples. At this rate, he'd never get it right.
“Hey, you look like you're about to put your fist through that thing. What's up?” his boyfriend startled him from the doorway.
“Oh! I...” Tim, floundered for a moment, shutting his laptop hastily. Please don't let him have seen... “Nothing. Nothing's up.”
“Bull. I've seen that look before. Spill it, Timmy.”
Beneath the heated blue gaze that he never could quite resist, Tim folded like a card house. “I... was looking for a gift. For Valentine's Day. For you.” He sighed heavily with defeat. Damn. It was a pretty good thing only Kon seemed to have that power over him.
“Valen- But that's six months away! We haven't even gotten to Christmas yet!” Kon gaped at him, finally coming in and closing the door. Smirking, he strode across the room to loom over Tim, leaning on the arms of his chair. “Haven't you ever heard of a thing called spontaneity? Not everything has to be planned out, you know.”
Tim glared up at him. “Yes it does.” And now he'd never find Kon a good Valentine's gift in time.
“No,” Kon gripped him around the middle and lifted him up, “it doesn't! Now. Allow me to give you a lesson in spontaneity.” Leering, he tossed Tim down on the bed, and was on top of him in a flash. “First rule, forget planning.”
“But-”
Kon silenced him with a kiss. Then, “Second rule, be unpredictable. Don't let them know what hit them.”
Suddenly, Tim found both himself and Kon very, very naked.
“Third rule,” his boyfriend grinned, pinning him with taut hips and powerful, immovable legs, “there are no rules.”
And with all the promise inherent in that one simple move, all of Tim's plans for Valentine's Day flew out the window, his body suddenly aching for more of Kon's 'lesson'. Maybe there was something to this spontaneity thing, after all.
* * * * *
Fandom: DCU, Superman Returns/Batman Begins
Pairings: Various
Ratings: Up to R
Word Count: 1,061
Summary: There are many ways for a couple to fall into bed together.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: This is a series of fics and ficlets written for bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Valentine's Day Challenge and merfilly's Valentine's Day Flashfic Challenge. I and III might also qualify for bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Chocolate Challenge. Maybe. :p Pieces are in no particular order, and include some new pairings for me. More ficlets to be posted either later today or tomorrow.
I.
Pairing: Dick/Roy
Word Count: 274
Summary: Something seems wrong with Roy, and Dick intends to find out what.
It never took much to get Speedy revved up on Valentine's Day. Just the hint of a special dinner or a rose clenched between teeth was usually enough to turn his engines up to full, and all Dick ever had to do was wait for the ensuing pounce and ravaging. It was a surefire formula, really.
But this year, Roy just didn't seem to have his heart in it. Dick had done everything short of tying himself to the bed, naked, spread eagled, and waiting, but none of it, not the breakfast with pancakes and strawberries, not the handmade Valentine card tucked into Roy's quiver before he had monitor duty, not meeting him at the door with aforementioned rose in clenched teeth, none of it seemed to be getting through to his Speedy.
After tucking Lian into bed, Dick finally headed back to corner him in the bedroom, hoping that jar of chocolate body paint wasn't about to go to waste. He just couldn't understand what was wrong, what was bothering Roy so much that-
Oh.
Finding his partner tied to the bed, naked, spread eagled, and waiting with said body paint next to him and a wicked grin on his face was all the answer Dick needed.
Leaning back against the closed door, Dick crossed his arms over his chest. “You sneaky bastard. Here I thought something was wrong.”
“What, and be predictable? Never. Now hurry up and get over here and take advantage of the situation.”
Maybe Dick had it all wrong. Maybe he was the one that didn't need much to get his engines revved. But really, who was counting?
* * * * *
II.
Pairing: Clark/Bruce (SR/BB)
Word Count: 209
Summary: Clark can't believe Bruce brought him to *this* particular hotel for their Valentine's getaway.
Dropping their suitcases inside the door, Clark surveyed the hotel room. Pepto Bismol pink. Everything in the room was that sickly sweet hue, down to the shag carpet that didn't seem to have been updated since the seventies. Unable to suppress a shudder, he turned to eye his companion. “I can't believe you brought me here, Bruce.”
The Bat chuckled at him with eyes full of mischief and promise. “What, the Honeymoon Hotel and Resort doesn't meet your expectations?”
“Hardly,” Clark deadpanned. “You know damned well this place doesn't come with happy, perfect memories for me.” Being so rudely reminded of his failed chances with Lois, his inability to come clean with her before the Zod squad had come calling, just made him cranky.
“Hmph. All the more reason to replace all that with new memories,” Bruce suggested, advancing on the Kryptonian and steering him toward the bed. Finally shoving him backward until Clark fell back atop the pink comforter, he grinned evilly. “Barring major emergencies, I don't intend to let you up out of that bed for the next two days.”
His eyebrows disappearing behind his thick hair, Clark shivered with anticipation. To heck with the past. With that kind of promise, who was he to argue?
* * * * *
III.
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Word Count: 575
Summary: Tim just can't find the right gift for Kon
This had to be the worst holiday ever. Tim just couldn't understand it. People throwing themselves into a tizzy just to make sure their significant others got flowers or chocolate or some other nonsensical romantic garbage, going nuts just to find the perfect restaurant or cook the perfect dinner, making reservations three months in advance for hotel stays that would most likely not live up to their expectations. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of money people threw away on jewelry.
Really, it was disgusting.
Which was why Tim was agonizing over the perfect gift for Kon.
Damned conventions. He just didn't see the need to buy some ridiculous present for his boyfriend, take him out on a romantic date, or stick to any of that other mess. And Kon certainly didn't need a bottle of cologne or a pair of engraved cuff links. That much was a given.
I hate Valentine's Day, he grumbled to himself as he searched another website for something suitable. No, no fuzzy pink handcuffs - what would be the fun in that? - or flavored body paint. No books on Tantra or g-strings - the mental image of which just felt... wrong. No bouquets of exotic flowers. No fancy chocolates - though the ones with cayenne pepper mixed in seemed intriguing - or sugared fruits. No ski trips to the Swiss Alps for a week. No vacation in the Caribbean. No, none of it seemed like... Kon!
Aggravated, he pushed back from the desk in his room at the Tower, rubbing his temples. At this rate, he'd never get it right.
“Hey, you look like you're about to put your fist through that thing. What's up?” his boyfriend startled him from the doorway.
“Oh! I...” Tim, floundered for a moment, shutting his laptop hastily. Please don't let him have seen... “Nothing. Nothing's up.”
“Bull. I've seen that look before. Spill it, Timmy.”
Beneath the heated blue gaze that he never could quite resist, Tim folded like a card house. “I... was looking for a gift. For Valentine's Day. For you.” He sighed heavily with defeat. Damn. It was a pretty good thing only Kon seemed to have that power over him.
“Valen- But that's six months away! We haven't even gotten to Christmas yet!” Kon gaped at him, finally coming in and closing the door. Smirking, he strode across the room to loom over Tim, leaning on the arms of his chair. “Haven't you ever heard of a thing called spontaneity? Not everything has to be planned out, you know.”
Tim glared up at him. “Yes it does.” And now he'd never find Kon a good Valentine's gift in time.
“No,” Kon gripped him around the middle and lifted him up, “it doesn't! Now. Allow me to give you a lesson in spontaneity.” Leering, he tossed Tim down on the bed, and was on top of him in a flash. “First rule, forget planning.”
“But-”
Kon silenced him with a kiss. Then, “Second rule, be unpredictable. Don't let them know what hit them.”
Suddenly, Tim found both himself and Kon very, very naked.
“Third rule,” his boyfriend grinned, pinning him with taut hips and powerful, immovable legs, “there are no rules.”
And with all the promise inherent in that one simple move, all of Tim's plans for Valentine's Day flew out the window, his body suddenly aching for more of Kon's 'lesson'. Maybe there was something to this spontaneity thing, after all.
* * * * *