Tim Drake-Wayne Fic 7
It was always easy to let Kyle take the lead in their lovemaking. Mainly because Kyle was more experienced and actually wanted to touch Tim. Ironically, when his job as Red Robin was more stressful and more chaotic, it was easier for Tim to focus on Kyle, to let the student lead and take him rather then going into the fugue state Tim was fighting against. When the streets of Gotham were silent, when the criminals were hunkered down, is when Tim's mind got the best of him. When the idea of being touched lovingly and softly creeped him out the most.
Tim almost wished for an Arkham breakout.
Maybe a toe-to-toe with Joker and Harley Quinn and Tim would be able to initiate sex with Kyle again. The last time they were together, after the months of criminal quiet, Tim had completely whited out. He woke up the next day with Kyle in the bed and no memory of asking the man over the night before. It'd freaked Tim out and Kyle too, as Tim had started his day in a robotic fugue, his mind too numb to even think of why Kyle was in his bed.
Upset, Kyle had insisted they weren't good for each other and told Tim they were through before leaving. Tim followed him, trying to make the student understand. Instead of talking about it more, Kyle had ignored him then. Completely ignored Tim as he followed the student around, begging forgiveness. He'd even slept on Kyle's couch, not giving the student room to forget him. Instead Tim had followed him everywhere that day, like a lost puppy wanting a scrap of food as Kyle walked around him. Made breakfast and dinner without him, meals large enough for only one. Ate lunch at Gotham U's park, his eyes not even meeting Tim's as he cried in front of the student. Tim haunted Kyle's small apartment like a ghost, unable to leave, unable to forget but left alone and forgotten like a discarded toy.
In the end, Kyle couldn't take the sad, pathetic, lonely creature Tim was and took pity on the young man. The student had to spank Tim long and hard to be able to forgive Tim for his mistakes in the relationship, for his laps in memory.
Tim had hummed in pleasure as he kneeled at Kyle's feet that night, watching the newest porno that Kyle was exposing Tim to. Feeding him the first meal he'd had in days. His hands bound to his body and that wonderful collar around his throat, allowing him to concentrate on the here and now rather then that white-noise-place that loves to wash over Tim as Kyle's holding him down and fucking him.
And the psychology student is so proud of Tim, so proud of the progress the young man has made and maybe it'd be better if Kyle moved in with Tim, helped him with his recovery full-time since Tim is such a handful and needs so much help. Tim hums in agreement. There is nothing better in Tim's world then Kyle and Kyle's help and Kyle's hands and Kyle's cock. Nothing better in the world.
Tim almost wished for an Arkham breakout.
Maybe a toe-to-toe with Joker and Harley Quinn and Tim would be able to initiate sex with Kyle again. The last time they were together, after the months of criminal quiet, Tim had completely whited out. He woke up the next day with Kyle in the bed and no memory of asking the man over the night before. It'd freaked Tim out and Kyle too, as Tim had started his day in a robotic fugue, his mind too numb to even think of why Kyle was in his bed.
Upset, Kyle had insisted they weren't good for each other and told Tim they were through before leaving. Tim followed him, trying to make the student understand. Instead of talking about it more, Kyle had ignored him then. Completely ignored Tim as he followed the student around, begging forgiveness. He'd even slept on Kyle's couch, not giving the student room to forget him. Instead Tim had followed him everywhere that day, like a lost puppy wanting a scrap of food as Kyle walked around him. Made breakfast and dinner without him, meals large enough for only one. Ate lunch at Gotham U's park, his eyes not even meeting Tim's as he cried in front of the student. Tim haunted Kyle's small apartment like a ghost, unable to leave, unable to forget but left alone and forgotten like a discarded toy.
In the end, Kyle couldn't take the sad, pathetic, lonely creature Tim was and took pity on the young man. The student had to spank Tim long and hard to be able to forgive Tim for his mistakes in the relationship, for his laps in memory.
Tim had hummed in pleasure as he kneeled at Kyle's feet that night, watching the newest porno that Kyle was exposing Tim to. Feeding him the first meal he'd had in days. His hands bound to his body and that wonderful collar around his throat, allowing him to concentrate on the here and now rather then that white-noise-place that loves to wash over Tim as Kyle's holding him down and fucking him.
And the psychology student is so proud of Tim, so proud of the progress the young man has made and maybe it'd be better if Kyle moved in with Tim, helped him with his recovery full-time since Tim is such a handful and needs so much help. Tim hums in agreement. There is nothing better in Tim's world then Kyle and Kyle's help and Kyle's hands and Kyle's cock. Nothing better in the world.