Fic: After The Game; Tim/Jaime; NC-17
Title: After The Game
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Jaime/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, slash, Tim in his tennis shorts...
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,400ish
Author's Notes: shananagin! She's a TERRIBLE influence. She makes me write porn at three am instead of sleeeeeeeeeeping. It's HER fault. However, in all fairness, I wanted to write Tim-in-tennis-shorts sex for a while. I have no will power.
This takes place after 'After the Dust Settles'. I haven't posted it yet, but I will by the end of the week.
After the Game
It wasn’t that Jaime didn’t have any self control, because he did. A lot of it, really. He didn’t shout at Milagro nearly as much as he would like. He didn’t bop Paco on the head half as many times as Brenda did. And he didn’t jump Timothy Drake 99.9% of the times he wanted.
But a man could only take so much.
Tim was laid out on the floor of his living room, his shirt was tossed over one of the bar stools and all he was wearing was the tiny pair of white shorts that his coach had the audacity to insist was part of his tennis uniform.
Jaime had stopped by Tim’s place earlier, hoping to catch some extra training time before he had to head over to the Titans’ Tower for the weekend. Tim hadn’t been in so Jaime relaxed and played with Tim’s ridiculously spoiled hamsters until Tim stumbled through his apartment door a half an hour later looking sore, sweaty and a little like he belonged in gay porn.
His tennis shirt was rucked up by his gym bag and exposed the jut of his hip and his shorts were small and white and fit around his butt in ways that made Jaime’s gut twist.
Jaime had managed to stammer out a hello and a request for training time, but Tim grimaced at him.
“I’m sore from tennis today. I played five sets and I’m not used to using all those muscles in my sides,” Tim groaned as he pulled off his uniform top and rubbed delicate knuckles across ribs. “But if you can give me a quick massage and maybe we can hit the roofs quick before you have to go.”
“Ma-ma-massage?” Jaime stammered and tried hard to keep his eyes on Tim’s face and not the drop of sweat that was running down Tim’s abs, parallel to his happy trail.
“Yeah,” Tim said and lay down on the floor. “I need to loosen up a bit.”
Jaime swallowed hard and tried not to let his mind go to dirty places.
“I, uh, I don’t know how to give massages,” Jaime squeaked out and his voice was sounding way too high. Not cool.
“No problem,” Tim said, pillowing his head in his arms. “I’ll tell you I want you to do to me.”
Jaime’s stomach dropped out. He knew Tim wasn’t trying to be suggestive, but the dude was half naked and wearing those shorts. He could be talking about rutabagas and it would probably sound like a sexual proposition to Jaime.
He swallowed hard and walked over to where Tim was laying on the floor. He settled down next to Tim and put his hands awkwardly on his lap.
“What did you want me to do?” he asked softly and his voice was low and way too husky for how casual Tim was acting.
“Mmmm,” Tim mused before saying, “just work on my sides a little, ok?”
Jaime nodded and took a deep breath before placing his hands on Tim’s back. His skin was damp with sweat and silky soft. It felt hot under Jaime’s fingers and he felt a jolt of pure arousal shoot though his belly and into his groin.
He tentatively ran his fingers over Tim’s sides, feeling muscle and bone and scars.
“Mmmm, harder, Jaime,” Tim ordered and Jaime felt himself twitch hard in his pants. He shifted his hips but his growing erection was pressing uncomfortably against the placket of his zipper. He almost wished the discomfort would cut into his arousal, but it didn’t.
“That’s it Jaime a little harder,” Tim groaned and Jaime could feel it in his fingertips, against his palms in the bones and muscles in his hands.
Jaime’s breath started to come a little too fast and he grit his teeth. He was flushed all over and feeling dizzy around the eyes. He swallowed around his dry mouth as he tried to slow his breathing.
He hadn’t even realized his hands had stopped moving over Tim’s skin until he felt Tim shift under him. He opened his eyes to find Tim half turned in his hands, looking up at him inquisitively.
“Jaime? What’s wrong?” Tim asked, and his blue eyes looked huge. His mouth was red and a little wet and Jaime could see the trails of sweat that had run down his face and neck.
A choked sound broke from his throat and he grasped Tim firmly by the hips and turned him the rest of the way over.
“Jaime, what-“ Tim broke off as Jaime palmed him through the front of his little white shorts.
“You aren’t even wearing a jock strap,” he hissed at Tim and bent down to bite at Tim’s neck. He licked his way down those trails of sweat as he rubbed his palm firmly against Tim’s hardening cock.
“It’s j-just tennis,” Tim gasped out and Jaime felt him lift his hips to press himself more firmly against Jaime’s hand. He groaned into Tim’s neck and felt himself shoot precome into his boxers.
Tim slipped a hand between the two of them and easily undid Jaime’s fly, he inserted his long fingers into Jaime’s boxers and deftly pulled him out. Tim slid his fingers through the precome at the tip of Jaime’s dick before wrapping a hand around him and stroking firmly.
“Ay dios mio,” Jaime breathed and thrust lightly into Tim’s slick fist.
Jaime licked his lips and sat back on his heels to watch as Tim slowly jerked him off.
Tim was watching him with a focused intensity that made Jaime’s skin crawl in the best possible way. Tim’s pale chest was flushed and he breathing in a very controlled manner that made it clear he wanted to pant.
The head of Tim’s cock, red and round and wet, was poking from the top of those tiny white tennis shorts. Tim’s thigh muscles were tense and it was clear Tim was having a hard time not lifting his hips in a silent request for a little contact.
Jaime couldn’t help himself.
He unfolded his legs so he laying perpendicular to Tim. Then he leaned over and mouthed Tim’s shaft though the shorts.
“Ah!” a small cry broke from Tim’s throat and his then hips did come up off the floor, pressing himself firmly against Jaime’s opened mouth. Jaime could feel the heat of Tim’s cock even though the shorts and he could smell the slight musk of his come. He felt his own cock twitch in Tim’s hand and he started to thrust faster into Tim’s slick fist.
He breathed hot air through the fabric of the shorts and felt Tim squirm.
“Ja~ime,” Tim whined and his free hand slipped down to tangle into Jaime’s shaggy hair.
Jaime smiled briefly before licking his way up Tim’s cock and taking the head into his mouth. Tim’s whole body tensed like a bow and Jaime heard his rapidly inhale.
“Oooh, Jai-me,” Tim’s voice broke on his name and Jaime lost it. He took Tim deep into his mouth and sucked as he thrust fast and long into Tim’s waiting fist.
He came, shatteringly hard and absolutely perfect to the sound of Tim sobbing out his name. Tim’s come splashed in his mouth and Jaime swallowed as best he could around his panting and they both lay there shivering and groaning.
Jamie eventually managed to coax Tim to lay his head on Jaime’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around his still shivering lover.
“I hate to tell you this, man, but I’m pretty sure I could never go and watch you play tennis. I mean, I’d love to, but I’d probably get arrested,” Jaime murmured into Tim’s hair before dropping a kiss to his temple.
“Mmm, that’s ok. You can make it up to me after my games with a massage,” Tim teased suggestively and Jaime tensed.
“Wait a second. Did you plan this?” Jaime asked, his voice going a little shrill. Tim was sneaky, but he wouldn’t mess with a dude’s libio like that, would he?
A/N: Yes he would.
NEXT PART!
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Jaime/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, slash, Tim in his tennis shorts...
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,400ish
Author's Notes: shananagin! She's a TERRIBLE influence. She makes me write porn at three am instead of sleeeeeeeeeeping. It's HER fault. However, in all fairness, I wanted to write Tim-in-tennis-shorts sex for a while. I have no will power.
This takes place after 'After the Dust Settles'. I haven't posted it yet, but I will by the end of the week.
After the Game
It wasn’t that Jaime didn’t have any self control, because he did. A lot of it, really. He didn’t shout at Milagro nearly as much as he would like. He didn’t bop Paco on the head half as many times as Brenda did. And he didn’t jump Timothy Drake 99.9% of the times he wanted.
But a man could only take so much.
Tim was laid out on the floor of his living room, his shirt was tossed over one of the bar stools and all he was wearing was the tiny pair of white shorts that his coach had the audacity to insist was part of his tennis uniform.
Jaime had stopped by Tim’s place earlier, hoping to catch some extra training time before he had to head over to the Titans’ Tower for the weekend. Tim hadn’t been in so Jaime relaxed and played with Tim’s ridiculously spoiled hamsters until Tim stumbled through his apartment door a half an hour later looking sore, sweaty and a little like he belonged in gay porn.
His tennis shirt was rucked up by his gym bag and exposed the jut of his hip and his shorts were small and white and fit around his butt in ways that made Jaime’s gut twist.
Jaime had managed to stammer out a hello and a request for training time, but Tim grimaced at him.
“I’m sore from tennis today. I played five sets and I’m not used to using all those muscles in my sides,” Tim groaned as he pulled off his uniform top and rubbed delicate knuckles across ribs. “But if you can give me a quick massage and maybe we can hit the roofs quick before you have to go.”
“Ma-ma-massage?” Jaime stammered and tried hard to keep his eyes on Tim’s face and not the drop of sweat that was running down Tim’s abs, parallel to his happy trail.
“Yeah,” Tim said and lay down on the floor. “I need to loosen up a bit.”
Jaime swallowed hard and tried not to let his mind go to dirty places.
“I, uh, I don’t know how to give massages,” Jaime squeaked out and his voice was sounding way too high. Not cool.
“No problem,” Tim said, pillowing his head in his arms. “I’ll tell you I want you to do to me.”
Jaime’s stomach dropped out. He knew Tim wasn’t trying to be suggestive, but the dude was half naked and wearing those shorts. He could be talking about rutabagas and it would probably sound like a sexual proposition to Jaime.
He swallowed hard and walked over to where Tim was laying on the floor. He settled down next to Tim and put his hands awkwardly on his lap.
“What did you want me to do?” he asked softly and his voice was low and way too husky for how casual Tim was acting.
“Mmmm,” Tim mused before saying, “just work on my sides a little, ok?”
Jaime nodded and took a deep breath before placing his hands on Tim’s back. His skin was damp with sweat and silky soft. It felt hot under Jaime’s fingers and he felt a jolt of pure arousal shoot though his belly and into his groin.
He tentatively ran his fingers over Tim’s sides, feeling muscle and bone and scars.
“Mmmm, harder, Jaime,” Tim ordered and Jaime felt himself twitch hard in his pants. He shifted his hips but his growing erection was pressing uncomfortably against the placket of his zipper. He almost wished the discomfort would cut into his arousal, but it didn’t.
“That’s it Jaime a little harder,” Tim groaned and Jaime could feel it in his fingertips, against his palms in the bones and muscles in his hands.
Jaime’s breath started to come a little too fast and he grit his teeth. He was flushed all over and feeling dizzy around the eyes. He swallowed around his dry mouth as he tried to slow his breathing.
He hadn’t even realized his hands had stopped moving over Tim’s skin until he felt Tim shift under him. He opened his eyes to find Tim half turned in his hands, looking up at him inquisitively.
“Jaime? What’s wrong?” Tim asked, and his blue eyes looked huge. His mouth was red and a little wet and Jaime could see the trails of sweat that had run down his face and neck.
A choked sound broke from his throat and he grasped Tim firmly by the hips and turned him the rest of the way over.
“Jaime, what-“ Tim broke off as Jaime palmed him through the front of his little white shorts.
“You aren’t even wearing a jock strap,” he hissed at Tim and bent down to bite at Tim’s neck. He licked his way down those trails of sweat as he rubbed his palm firmly against Tim’s hardening cock.
“It’s j-just tennis,” Tim gasped out and Jaime felt him lift his hips to press himself more firmly against Jaime’s hand. He groaned into Tim’s neck and felt himself shoot precome into his boxers.
Tim slipped a hand between the two of them and easily undid Jaime’s fly, he inserted his long fingers into Jaime’s boxers and deftly pulled him out. Tim slid his fingers through the precome at the tip of Jaime’s dick before wrapping a hand around him and stroking firmly.
“Ay dios mio,” Jaime breathed and thrust lightly into Tim’s slick fist.
Jaime licked his lips and sat back on his heels to watch as Tim slowly jerked him off.
Tim was watching him with a focused intensity that made Jaime’s skin crawl in the best possible way. Tim’s pale chest was flushed and he breathing in a very controlled manner that made it clear he wanted to pant.
The head of Tim’s cock, red and round and wet, was poking from the top of those tiny white tennis shorts. Tim’s thigh muscles were tense and it was clear Tim was having a hard time not lifting his hips in a silent request for a little contact.
Jaime couldn’t help himself.
He unfolded his legs so he laying perpendicular to Tim. Then he leaned over and mouthed Tim’s shaft though the shorts.
“Ah!” a small cry broke from Tim’s throat and his then hips did come up off the floor, pressing himself firmly against Jaime’s opened mouth. Jaime could feel the heat of Tim’s cock even though the shorts and he could smell the slight musk of his come. He felt his own cock twitch in Tim’s hand and he started to thrust faster into Tim’s slick fist.
He breathed hot air through the fabric of the shorts and felt Tim squirm.
“Ja~ime,” Tim whined and his free hand slipped down to tangle into Jaime’s shaggy hair.
Jaime smiled briefly before licking his way up Tim’s cock and taking the head into his mouth. Tim’s whole body tensed like a bow and Jaime heard his rapidly inhale.
“Oooh, Jai-me,” Tim’s voice broke on his name and Jaime lost it. He took Tim deep into his mouth and sucked as he thrust fast and long into Tim’s waiting fist.
He came, shatteringly hard and absolutely perfect to the sound of Tim sobbing out his name. Tim’s come splashed in his mouth and Jaime swallowed as best he could around his panting and they both lay there shivering and groaning.
Jamie eventually managed to coax Tim to lay his head on Jaime’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around his still shivering lover.
“I hate to tell you this, man, but I’m pretty sure I could never go and watch you play tennis. I mean, I’d love to, but I’d probably get arrested,” Jaime murmured into Tim’s hair before dropping a kiss to his temple.
“Mmm, that’s ok. You can make it up to me after my games with a massage,” Tim teased suggestively and Jaime tensed.
“Wait a second. Did you plan this?” Jaime asked, his voice going a little shrill. Tim was sneaky, but he wouldn’t mess with a dude’s libio like that, would he?
A/N: Yes he would.
NEXT PART!