Tim Drake-Wayne Fic 2
Imersion therapy was a great way to over come fears, to help get past phobias. The panic he felt was manageable, he just had to keep breathing. And Kyle would keep touching him, help him through this.
"We're going at your pace but it feels so slow. I want that ass wrapped around my cock like yesterday. But its OK that we're going slow, I can wait. Its just going to be that much sweeter when you're more comfortable with me touching you. You are getting better. See? You're not pulling away anymore."
When he'd tried hugging Kon later, as soon as Kon's arms approached in a loose hold, Tim's breath had speeded up. Kon only patted his back before pulling away. The experience had left Tim sweating at the effort but not distracted enough to see the expression of pity in Kon's eyes. After so many years as friends, Kon knew his issues and was being understanding of them, respecting Tim's desire for personal space. Rather then running ram-shod over that boundary like him and Bart did in their Young Justice days.
He wanted that back, he needed it back. But he couldn't touch him, couldn't touch them.
He'd tried tapping Bart's shoulder but the effort left his hands shaking. He'd tried arm bumping Cassie but the contact had left him with so much fear adrenaline pumping through his body he'd had to work out in the gym for hours, pushing himself to exhaustion to over come the anxiety.
Come hell or high water, Tim was going to get over this aversion to touch once and for all.
Kyle was a god send. He went slowly and warned Tim what he was about to do. He was with Tim every step of the way as they worked through this together. Tim was on top and Tim was in control while Kyle could touch him. That was better. Having Kyle touch him was great, he could concentrate on his breathing and keeping his panic at bay and not have to worry about what his hand were doing.
"My god, you are sexy, even this line of scars from that knife fight. I can't believe your uncle let one of his minions, do they call them minions in a biker gang? I can't believe he let them hurt you like that. Someone as sweet and gentle hearted as you. If you were mine, I'd make sure there was no one to hurt you like that again."
It was hard to be touched and it was worse for Tim to touch someone else. So it was OK, since Kyle was normal and not an anxious mess and he knew how much people touched. He had experience on how to touch and sooth and communicate through body contact.
And Kyle reminded him of that. And how hot and sexy he was. How beautiful and talented Tim was.
"My middle name is Tim, Timothy. Could you call me Tim? Ro-, er, Alvin is what my family calls me when they want something."
"No, I think I'll call you handsome. Or Wonderful. Why don't you like being called wonderful? But you are, my sweet. You're handsome and wonderful and sweet and have the cutest mouth. I just want to lean over and kiss it all the time. May I?"
They'd kissed. Tim had liked it. It had taken a time or two before Tim could do more then press lips gently against Kyle's on his own. It felt good. It felt normal. It felt like Tim was more then just a brain, he was a physical, sexual person.
That realization had left him reeling and horny. He'd gone back to his place and reached down into his boxers. It had seemed like years since he had touched his own dick in anything other then to piss or soap up in the shower. He was hard remembering the light brush of lips and the desire in Kyle's chocolate brown eyes. He had moved his hand slowly, coaxing the shaft to fullness as he thought about Kyle.
The loving Kyle who wanted to hold him so badly. The student who wanted to help Tim because he was worth it. Kyle who was safe and he'd never had a fight with, who couldn't crush him like a bug with super strength or inertia. Somebody who didn't know debilitating nerve pinches or limb breaking holds. Someone not complicating his life, some one who wanted to simplify it instead. Someone who was kind and had taken the time to find out that Tim liked being kissed.
Tim had masturbated himself, thinking about how someday it could be Kyle's hand on his cock. Kyle's thumb flicking his nipple into small peaks. Kyle soft hands that would cradle his balls just like Tim had. And Tim wouldn't freak out as Kyle's fingers would slip down and down and press against his entrance.
After that, Tim couldn't help but hesitantly ask Kyle out for a date. They had talked quite a while until they settled on staying in at his place, since he felt safer there. A light dinner then a couple movies with cuddling. Kyle had brought over a romance movie that was actually soft core porn, something you could get at the local grocery store rental place.
"I'm sorry, I can't help myself. I just want you. I ache to take you into my arms. I can't help loving someone as special as you, Tim. But you have to admit, I was right. You sat in my lap for 2 hours during the movie without having a panic attack. I was there with you the whole time and I didn't put my hands on you until the very end and you hardly even jumped. I know you trust me, Tim. I'm here for you. Now I'm going to pull you into my lap and put my hand on your thigh and we're just going to breath together."
That had led to a hand rubbing gently up and down his thigh. Lightly brushing his thumb against the seam of his pants on the upstroke. He had shuddered in the light embrace of the student's as the touches got firmer and more sensual.
"You're doing good, my sweet. Its OK, you're safe and I'm helping you. See? I can tell you're getting hard in your pants. I know you want this as much as me. I know you want to be skin on skin and not be afraid of my touch. Just keep breathing, you're OK. I'm just going to unbutton your shirt now, nothing to be worried about."
Once Tim's shirt was off, Kyle had to take his off too, revealing all that naked skin. All that pink, unfamiliar flesh. All that skin exposed and sweating.
"Sh, sh, Tim. Its OK. There is no need to panic. You're fine. Just breath. Yes, that's it, deep. In. Out. In. Out. See, you're shaking less already. Here, have a sip of orange juice. I put a touch of vodka in it for some good old fashioned Irish courage but not enough to get drunk on. Just enough to relax you a bit. There, now, you're good. We're just going to sit here and you're going to lean against my shoulder. Yeah, like that. My hand is going to stroke your back while my other hand is going to be on your thigh. "
Tim had breathed, matching it in time with the gentle, slow stroke of Kyle's hand. Letting himself feel as words were whispered into his ear. Soaking up the languid warmth in the room, letting the anxiety at leaning against that solid bulk dissipate.
"Just let all that worry and crap out. Just let it drift out of your body like smoke. Floating away. See, you're doing so good, Tim. You're getting better by the minute. Before you know it, we could be making love under the stars. Or maybe you riding my cock and letting out those breathy little whimpers you make when you kiss. So sexy."
Kyle had leaned back, going slowly until the two of them were laying on the couch. Tim had clutched the cushions in fear at the change of position but Kyle was there the whole way, whispering to him, telling him how good he was, how much Tim was in control since he was on top. And those long arms hadn't stopped. They kept touching and rubbing and brushing against him as the shakes raked through him. It took everything that Batman had taught him about calming down under pressure to keep from freaking the heck out.
"You're OK, Tim, you're in control. I'm more vulnerable in this position and no threat to you. Just remember those techniques I taught you to help you deal with the anxiety. You can do this, you can force your body to relax and accept that my touch is good, that you want this. See, you're still a little half hard. And I'm fully hard. You can feel my cock in my jeans hardening for you, my sweet. You're so wonderful and brave, Tim."
And he was brave. He had faced down crooks and killers and even Batman himself. He had lied to Batman's face. Even Ra's al Ghul respected and was a bit afraid of Tim Drake-Wayne. He was the badass Red Robin who crippled the League of Assassins from the inside out. He could do this. A hand down his pants was nothing.
"That ass is just made for fucking. God, I don't know how you could have stayed a virgin all this time. You were made to be loved and worshiped, my dear, sweet Tim. I'm going to pop that cherry of yours and its going to feel so wonderful with my cock filling you up. You're doing so good. Inch by inch you're getting better."
"We're going at your pace but it feels so slow. I want that ass wrapped around my cock like yesterday. But its OK that we're going slow, I can wait. Its just going to be that much sweeter when you're more comfortable with me touching you. You are getting better. See? You're not pulling away anymore."
When he'd tried hugging Kon later, as soon as Kon's arms approached in a loose hold, Tim's breath had speeded up. Kon only patted his back before pulling away. The experience had left Tim sweating at the effort but not distracted enough to see the expression of pity in Kon's eyes. After so many years as friends, Kon knew his issues and was being understanding of them, respecting Tim's desire for personal space. Rather then running ram-shod over that boundary like him and Bart did in their Young Justice days.
He wanted that back, he needed it back. But he couldn't touch him, couldn't touch them.
He'd tried tapping Bart's shoulder but the effort left his hands shaking. He'd tried arm bumping Cassie but the contact had left him with so much fear adrenaline pumping through his body he'd had to work out in the gym for hours, pushing himself to exhaustion to over come the anxiety.
Come hell or high water, Tim was going to get over this aversion to touch once and for all.
Kyle was a god send. He went slowly and warned Tim what he was about to do. He was with Tim every step of the way as they worked through this together. Tim was on top and Tim was in control while Kyle could touch him. That was better. Having Kyle touch him was great, he could concentrate on his breathing and keeping his panic at bay and not have to worry about what his hand were doing.
"My god, you are sexy, even this line of scars from that knife fight. I can't believe your uncle let one of his minions, do they call them minions in a biker gang? I can't believe he let them hurt you like that. Someone as sweet and gentle hearted as you. If you were mine, I'd make sure there was no one to hurt you like that again."
It was hard to be touched and it was worse for Tim to touch someone else. So it was OK, since Kyle was normal and not an anxious mess and he knew how much people touched. He had experience on how to touch and sooth and communicate through body contact.
And Kyle reminded him of that. And how hot and sexy he was. How beautiful and talented Tim was.
"My middle name is Tim, Timothy. Could you call me Tim? Ro-, er, Alvin is what my family calls me when they want something."
"No, I think I'll call you handsome. Or Wonderful. Why don't you like being called wonderful? But you are, my sweet. You're handsome and wonderful and sweet and have the cutest mouth. I just want to lean over and kiss it all the time. May I?"
They'd kissed. Tim had liked it. It had taken a time or two before Tim could do more then press lips gently against Kyle's on his own. It felt good. It felt normal. It felt like Tim was more then just a brain, he was a physical, sexual person.
That realization had left him reeling and horny. He'd gone back to his place and reached down into his boxers. It had seemed like years since he had touched his own dick in anything other then to piss or soap up in the shower. He was hard remembering the light brush of lips and the desire in Kyle's chocolate brown eyes. He had moved his hand slowly, coaxing the shaft to fullness as he thought about Kyle.
The loving Kyle who wanted to hold him so badly. The student who wanted to help Tim because he was worth it. Kyle who was safe and he'd never had a fight with, who couldn't crush him like a bug with super strength or inertia. Somebody who didn't know debilitating nerve pinches or limb breaking holds. Someone not complicating his life, some one who wanted to simplify it instead. Someone who was kind and had taken the time to find out that Tim liked being kissed.
Tim had masturbated himself, thinking about how someday it could be Kyle's hand on his cock. Kyle's thumb flicking his nipple into small peaks. Kyle soft hands that would cradle his balls just like Tim had. And Tim wouldn't freak out as Kyle's fingers would slip down and down and press against his entrance.
After that, Tim couldn't help but hesitantly ask Kyle out for a date. They had talked quite a while until they settled on staying in at his place, since he felt safer there. A light dinner then a couple movies with cuddling. Kyle had brought over a romance movie that was actually soft core porn, something you could get at the local grocery store rental place.
"I'm sorry, I can't help myself. I just want you. I ache to take you into my arms. I can't help loving someone as special as you, Tim. But you have to admit, I was right. You sat in my lap for 2 hours during the movie without having a panic attack. I was there with you the whole time and I didn't put my hands on you until the very end and you hardly even jumped. I know you trust me, Tim. I'm here for you. Now I'm going to pull you into my lap and put my hand on your thigh and we're just going to breath together."
That had led to a hand rubbing gently up and down his thigh. Lightly brushing his thumb against the seam of his pants on the upstroke. He had shuddered in the light embrace of the student's as the touches got firmer and more sensual.
"You're doing good, my sweet. Its OK, you're safe and I'm helping you. See? I can tell you're getting hard in your pants. I know you want this as much as me. I know you want to be skin on skin and not be afraid of my touch. Just keep breathing, you're OK. I'm just going to unbutton your shirt now, nothing to be worried about."
Once Tim's shirt was off, Kyle had to take his off too, revealing all that naked skin. All that pink, unfamiliar flesh. All that skin exposed and sweating.
"Sh, sh, Tim. Its OK. There is no need to panic. You're fine. Just breath. Yes, that's it, deep. In. Out. In. Out. See, you're shaking less already. Here, have a sip of orange juice. I put a touch of vodka in it for some good old fashioned Irish courage but not enough to get drunk on. Just enough to relax you a bit. There, now, you're good. We're just going to sit here and you're going to lean against my shoulder. Yeah, like that. My hand is going to stroke your back while my other hand is going to be on your thigh. "
Tim had breathed, matching it in time with the gentle, slow stroke of Kyle's hand. Letting himself feel as words were whispered into his ear. Soaking up the languid warmth in the room, letting the anxiety at leaning against that solid bulk dissipate.
"Just let all that worry and crap out. Just let it drift out of your body like smoke. Floating away. See, you're doing so good, Tim. You're getting better by the minute. Before you know it, we could be making love under the stars. Or maybe you riding my cock and letting out those breathy little whimpers you make when you kiss. So sexy."
Kyle had leaned back, going slowly until the two of them were laying on the couch. Tim had clutched the cushions in fear at the change of position but Kyle was there the whole way, whispering to him, telling him how good he was, how much Tim was in control since he was on top. And those long arms hadn't stopped. They kept touching and rubbing and brushing against him as the shakes raked through him. It took everything that Batman had taught him about calming down under pressure to keep from freaking the heck out.
"You're OK, Tim, you're in control. I'm more vulnerable in this position and no threat to you. Just remember those techniques I taught you to help you deal with the anxiety. You can do this, you can force your body to relax and accept that my touch is good, that you want this. See, you're still a little half hard. And I'm fully hard. You can feel my cock in my jeans hardening for you, my sweet. You're so wonderful and brave, Tim."
And he was brave. He had faced down crooks and killers and even Batman himself. He had lied to Batman's face. Even Ra's al Ghul respected and was a bit afraid of Tim Drake-Wayne. He was the badass Red Robin who crippled the League of Assassins from the inside out. He could do this. A hand down his pants was nothing.
"That ass is just made for fucking. God, I don't know how you could have stayed a virgin all this time. You were made to be loved and worshiped, my dear, sweet Tim. I'm going to pop that cherry of yours and its going to feel so wonderful with my cock filling you up. You're doing so good. Inch by inch you're getting better."