Damian Drabble
Title: Those Lips
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Damian, Tim
Genre: Angst? Damian thinks it is.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Word Count: 328
Summary: Damian wants his kiss!
Author’s Note: I’m blaming this one on darthbatgirl . She’s the one that was always telling to more write more Damian and Timmy! ^_^;;
Beautiful. Perfect.
Drake’s lips are red with the desire he obviously feels. And why wouldn’t he want the true Wayne heir? He has grown, his young body filling out, as Damian has matured into the man he knows he must be. Hard won muscles tense under his silk pyjama shirt. Even as the matching pants begin to tent.
He’s not embarrassed. There’s no reason to be. Drake’s own interest is most evident through his own boxers. No, the object of his affection shouldn’t be wearing boxers. Or anything. Clothes get in the way. So calloused hands reach for Drake’s pants, but the wrists are caught before the get far. And Drake is chuckling. It’s not an unkind sound, which is odd. Different than every other time, so he has to look up, see the gentle smile on those lovely lips.
They are all he can focus on. Perfect. No, wait, he’s already thought that. It’s unbecoming for his own thoughts to be so….pedestrian. And besides, those lips are worthy of a better term. More grandiose. After all, only the best would do for the true heir of Bruce Wayne.
Then the thoughts are forgotten, and there are just the maddening inches that separate them. Something must be done about that. Damian leans down, reaching…
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
What? No, it doesn’t matter. He wants his kiss!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
He moves closer and is just about to press his lips to Drake’s when the other smiles at him and speaks. “Time to wake up Damian….”
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The ten year old boy rolls over and slaps the snooze button on his alarm clock as he cracks his eyes open. 6:35am. Stupid school. Stupid Grayson for making him go! And his father is off somewhere on the other side of the world recruiting yet MORE riff-raff. It’s not fair!
He falls back against his pillow and frowns, thinking of the kiss that didn’t happen.
It’s so not fair.
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Damian, Tim
Genre: Angst? Damian thinks it is.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Word Count: 328
Summary: Damian wants his kiss!
Author’s Note: I’m blaming this one on darthbatgirl . She’s the one that was always telling to more write more Damian and Timmy! ^_^;;
Beautiful. Perfect.
Drake’s lips are red with the desire he obviously feels. And why wouldn’t he want the true Wayne heir? He has grown, his young body filling out, as Damian has matured into the man he knows he must be. Hard won muscles tense under his silk pyjama shirt. Even as the matching pants begin to tent.
He’s not embarrassed. There’s no reason to be. Drake’s own interest is most evident through his own boxers. No, the object of his affection shouldn’t be wearing boxers. Or anything. Clothes get in the way. So calloused hands reach for Drake’s pants, but the wrists are caught before the get far. And Drake is chuckling. It’s not an unkind sound, which is odd. Different than every other time, so he has to look up, see the gentle smile on those lovely lips.
They are all he can focus on. Perfect. No, wait, he’s already thought that. It’s unbecoming for his own thoughts to be so….pedestrian. And besides, those lips are worthy of a better term. More grandiose. After all, only the best would do for the true heir of Bruce Wayne.
Then the thoughts are forgotten, and there are just the maddening inches that separate them. Something must be done about that. Damian leans down, reaching…
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
What? No, it doesn’t matter. He wants his kiss!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
He moves closer and is just about to press his lips to Drake’s when the other smiles at him and speaks. “Time to wake up Damian….”
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The ten year old boy rolls over and slaps the snooze button on his alarm clock as he cracks his eyes open. 6:35am. Stupid school. Stupid Grayson for making him go! And his father is off somewhere on the other side of the world recruiting yet MORE riff-raff. It’s not fair!
He falls back against his pillow and frowns, thinking of the kiss that didn’t happen.
It’s so not fair.