Tim Drake-Wayne Fic
Title: Tim Drake-Wayne vs Kyle
Author: StarWindDancer
Warnings: consent issues, angst
Summery: Touch therapy with Kyle isn't all its cracked up to be. In fact, he's kind of a criminal. And Dick is pissed.
Tim Drake-Wayne liked kissing. He liked the press of lips on lips, the whisper of hot breath over skin, the feeling of something soft and warm in his arms. He liked kissing but once it proceeded from there, to, to *groping#, things had a way for falling apart on him. Steph had gotten farther then most, actually getting her hand on his chest but then he'd about had a panic attack. It was everything he could do to keep it from becoming a scene while his subconscious was going into melt down.
So it was with extreme pleasure that Tim was being consumed by the very confident kisser Kyle. He had the greatest long lips. They seemed to be made of elastic and Kyle was in full control over them. The way they brushed gently over Tim's skin. The way they sucked at his earlobe. The way they slipped back over white teeth for Kyle to nip his own lips. And Tim was kind of in the kissing zone. Just boneless from the love and care and attention Kyle had for him. Kyle who was warm and solid and so big and strong. He was safe with Kyle.
Yes, Tim Drake-Wayne was safe with Kyle. Kyle even said so. Whispered in his ear as his lips touched Tim's flushed cheek. "You're safe here, see, you're even on top so you can get away easily. I know you like kissing, kissing is good, the feel of my hand on you is just part of the kissing. There is nothing wrong with it, its normal, its natural and good. So good. You're so sexy like this, god, I can't wait till I get to fuck that sweet ass."
The heady smell of male sweat was was thick in Tim's nostrils. It was swirling with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He couldn't believe how good it felt to just *touch#. To be skin on skin after so many years of his Chiraptophobia or possibly his exogenous based Failure to Thrive (Author: there is a medical term for this but I can't remember what it is right now.) or it could be a mixture of both. Him and Kyle had talked allot about that at the YMCA center.
Kyle didn't know that he was helping Timothy Drake-Wayne. The young man definitely didn't know about the Red Robin part. What he did know was quite a bit about the lonely childhood of an Alvin Draper, son of two middle class salespersons who were constantly traveling for their job. A person that once supported his best friend through Lamaze class after her boyfriend ran out on her. Who lost his parents due to a robbery in Haiti and was then raised by his abusive, manipulative uncle who was a captain of a motor cycle gang.
It was as close to as many issues of his own real life, juggling the responsibilities of Tim Drake-Wayne the junior CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well as president and owner. Technically it was partially owned by him, his brother Dick and the brat Damian. But Dick couldn't make sound decisions in business. Sure, he ran Haily's Circus and the Flying Gym but it wasn't like it was a multi-national corporation that was funding Batman's mission. And Damian was way too young and had no diplomatic skills what-so-ever. He'd probably decapitate the board of directors during a meeting from pure frustration.
His Red Robin side of things wasn't as simple either. Dealing with Teen Titans, League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul, Damian and Jason's problems with the law. Like Batman, he had to plan and strategist and be 10 steps ahead of the enemy. There was so much data to go over, so much to keep tabs on everybody.
And Dick had stopped loving him. He'd stopped dropping by to hang out. There were no hugs, not even a fist bump when they met up on some roof top. Dick had to contact him over his Red Robin line to tell him about Alfred wanting him to come over because Dick had forgotten his cell number.
So it was great to set aside all that stress, all that mess of his life and be Alvin Draper, working on his anxieties. The fact that they crossed Tim Drake-Waynes own was a bonus. So it was up to Tim to devise his own therapy, filtering it through in bits. At first it had been him and a room full of people at the YMCA. Just gentle releases of anxiety and stress, telling someone how crappy his life was and have people understand and want to support him. The hugs had come as a complete surprise. He'd started at the touch of an arm around him. It was just a buddy hug and Tim had jumped, nearly ready to attack the plump woman who had come too close.
It was hard to turn off his reflexes honed during his life as Robin, and now Red Robin. His reactions to her touch had one of the university students coming over to talk to him. Kyle Rutherford was a second year Psychology student. He volunteered at the local YMCA to help those who really needed help. He genuinely loved helping people, people like handsome young men like Alvin.
Alvin with his sparkling blue eyes and shy little blush. Alvin with the most touchable soft hair and the cuteist hand-full of an ass. To Kyle, Alvin was a handsome work of art and it sadden the student so much to see such a stunning young man in such emotional pain. Kyle's suggestion to go out for coffee and talk about his problems, one on one was terrific. Tim had ended up sobbing when talking about his older brother yelling at him. And when Kyle had hesitated, had asked if it was alright to hug Tim, to hold him close while he cried on the student's shoulder, Tim had all but flung himself into the students waiting arms.
Kyle and touching Kyle was addictive. It made his head swim and the beat of his pulse in his ears so loud and thundering. The room was so hot and Kyle was like a furnace under him.
"Ssh, you're doing so good. Now I'm just going to just pull down your zipper, free up those pants a bit so I can touch that ass. God, its just so squeezable. So hot."
Tim lay still, concentrating on his breathing, making himself calm down. The fear inside him burbled around inside his head. Was it too far, too fast? But he kept the count of one, two, three, in his head to regulate the trembling in his body. He licked Kyle's neck, little kitten licks that would arouse and keep Kyle touching him while he worked things out in his head.
It wasn't just Dick that had stopped hugging him. It was Kon and Bart and Cassie and everybody else. In the old days, after having come back from a near miss, Kon and Bart would be there, laying on him or rubbing his sore shoulder or tapping his leg while watching a movie. Kon came back from the *dead# and Tim had to hug him. Tim had thrown his arms around his one time best friend and he'd not even reached back. Tim didn't know how much he needed it until Kon hadn't just gone and tried to crush his ribs like he used to.
Too long apart or maybe it was because he was always pushing them away. Always pulling back when they touched him all those years, when feeling was too much. He remembered the shock it was to have friends who touched him after so many years of being locked away in that lonely mansion while his parents skipped about the world. After so many years of pushing his friends away, to get them to stop, they finally had.
And that wasn't right. But he'd done it to himself. He'd isolated himself. Put himself back into that lonely, empty mansion while his 'family' was off saving the world. He couldn't go back to that lonely world, stalking his heroes through the lens of a camera.
Author: StarWindDancer
Warnings: consent issues, angst
Summery: Touch therapy with Kyle isn't all its cracked up to be. In fact, he's kind of a criminal. And Dick is pissed.
Tim Drake-Wayne liked kissing. He liked the press of lips on lips, the whisper of hot breath over skin, the feeling of something soft and warm in his arms. He liked kissing but once it proceeded from there, to, to *groping#, things had a way for falling apart on him. Steph had gotten farther then most, actually getting her hand on his chest but then he'd about had a panic attack. It was everything he could do to keep it from becoming a scene while his subconscious was going into melt down.
So it was with extreme pleasure that Tim was being consumed by the very confident kisser Kyle. He had the greatest long lips. They seemed to be made of elastic and Kyle was in full control over them. The way they brushed gently over Tim's skin. The way they sucked at his earlobe. The way they slipped back over white teeth for Kyle to nip his own lips. And Tim was kind of in the kissing zone. Just boneless from the love and care and attention Kyle had for him. Kyle who was warm and solid and so big and strong. He was safe with Kyle.
Yes, Tim Drake-Wayne was safe with Kyle. Kyle even said so. Whispered in his ear as his lips touched Tim's flushed cheek. "You're safe here, see, you're even on top so you can get away easily. I know you like kissing, kissing is good, the feel of my hand on you is just part of the kissing. There is nothing wrong with it, its normal, its natural and good. So good. You're so sexy like this, god, I can't wait till I get to fuck that sweet ass."
The heady smell of male sweat was was thick in Tim's nostrils. It was swirling with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He couldn't believe how good it felt to just *touch#. To be skin on skin after so many years of his Chiraptophobia or possibly his exogenous based Failure to Thrive (Author: there is a medical term for this but I can't remember what it is right now.) or it could be a mixture of both. Him and Kyle had talked allot about that at the YMCA center.
Kyle didn't know that he was helping Timothy Drake-Wayne. The young man definitely didn't know about the Red Robin part. What he did know was quite a bit about the lonely childhood of an Alvin Draper, son of two middle class salespersons who were constantly traveling for their job. A person that once supported his best friend through Lamaze class after her boyfriend ran out on her. Who lost his parents due to a robbery in Haiti and was then raised by his abusive, manipulative uncle who was a captain of a motor cycle gang.
It was as close to as many issues of his own real life, juggling the responsibilities of Tim Drake-Wayne the junior CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well as president and owner. Technically it was partially owned by him, his brother Dick and the brat Damian. But Dick couldn't make sound decisions in business. Sure, he ran Haily's Circus and the Flying Gym but it wasn't like it was a multi-national corporation that was funding Batman's mission. And Damian was way too young and had no diplomatic skills what-so-ever. He'd probably decapitate the board of directors during a meeting from pure frustration.
His Red Robin side of things wasn't as simple either. Dealing with Teen Titans, League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul, Damian and Jason's problems with the law. Like Batman, he had to plan and strategist and be 10 steps ahead of the enemy. There was so much data to go over, so much to keep tabs on everybody.
And Dick had stopped loving him. He'd stopped dropping by to hang out. There were no hugs, not even a fist bump when they met up on some roof top. Dick had to contact him over his Red Robin line to tell him about Alfred wanting him to come over because Dick had forgotten his cell number.
So it was great to set aside all that stress, all that mess of his life and be Alvin Draper, working on his anxieties. The fact that they crossed Tim Drake-Waynes own was a bonus. So it was up to Tim to devise his own therapy, filtering it through in bits. At first it had been him and a room full of people at the YMCA. Just gentle releases of anxiety and stress, telling someone how crappy his life was and have people understand and want to support him. The hugs had come as a complete surprise. He'd started at the touch of an arm around him. It was just a buddy hug and Tim had jumped, nearly ready to attack the plump woman who had come too close.
It was hard to turn off his reflexes honed during his life as Robin, and now Red Robin. His reactions to her touch had one of the university students coming over to talk to him. Kyle Rutherford was a second year Psychology student. He volunteered at the local YMCA to help those who really needed help. He genuinely loved helping people, people like handsome young men like Alvin.
Alvin with his sparkling blue eyes and shy little blush. Alvin with the most touchable soft hair and the cuteist hand-full of an ass. To Kyle, Alvin was a handsome work of art and it sadden the student so much to see such a stunning young man in such emotional pain. Kyle's suggestion to go out for coffee and talk about his problems, one on one was terrific. Tim had ended up sobbing when talking about his older brother yelling at him. And when Kyle had hesitated, had asked if it was alright to hug Tim, to hold him close while he cried on the student's shoulder, Tim had all but flung himself into the students waiting arms.
Kyle and touching Kyle was addictive. It made his head swim and the beat of his pulse in his ears so loud and thundering. The room was so hot and Kyle was like a furnace under him.
"Ssh, you're doing so good. Now I'm just going to just pull down your zipper, free up those pants a bit so I can touch that ass. God, its just so squeezable. So hot."
Tim lay still, concentrating on his breathing, making himself calm down. The fear inside him burbled around inside his head. Was it too far, too fast? But he kept the count of one, two, three, in his head to regulate the trembling in his body. He licked Kyle's neck, little kitten licks that would arouse and keep Kyle touching him while he worked things out in his head.
It wasn't just Dick that had stopped hugging him. It was Kon and Bart and Cassie and everybody else. In the old days, after having come back from a near miss, Kon and Bart would be there, laying on him or rubbing his sore shoulder or tapping his leg while watching a movie. Kon came back from the *dead# and Tim had to hug him. Tim had thrown his arms around his one time best friend and he'd not even reached back. Tim didn't know how much he needed it until Kon hadn't just gone and tried to crush his ribs like he used to.
Too long apart or maybe it was because he was always pushing them away. Always pulling back when they touched him all those years, when feeling was too much. He remembered the shock it was to have friends who touched him after so many years of being locked away in that lonely mansion while his parents skipped about the world. After so many years of pushing his friends away, to get them to stop, they finally had.
And that wasn't right. But he'd done it to himself. He'd isolated himself. Put himself back into that lonely, empty mansion while his 'family' was off saving the world. He couldn't go back to that lonely world, stalking his heroes through the lens of a camera.