Fic: Target Practice; Roy/Tim; NC-17
Title: Target Practice
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Roy/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, slash, bad puns (there's a Robin involved, are you SURPRISED at the puns?)
Disclaimer: Not mine, every one's legal
Word Count: 1,200ish
Author's Notes: Written for darthbatgirl's request in comment_fic. Prompt: Roy/Tim; Target Practice. Also, written for bradygirl_12's Spring Rain Challenge.
Target Practice
“We should have checked the weather,” Roy sighed regretfully as he gazed sadly out the windowed walls of Ollie’s solarium to the archery range, beyond. The two of them had made plans to meet out at one of Ollie’s houses to get some archery practice in. Both of them had been so busy lately that they hadn’t had much time to spend together in quite a while.
Lian and the League took up so much of Roy’s time and between college, Wayne Enterprises and handling all things Bat-related in Gotham City, Tim hadn’t had much time to spare in a long time.
Roy and Tim had worked a case together about six months ago and had ended up falling into bed together at the end of it. It had been a bad case and by the time it was over they were both feeling so lonely and emotionally needy things had just happened.
They hadn’t told any one about it. Dick had been so worried and overprotective of Tim since Bruce had died that they were pretty sure he would maim Roy if he knew. At the very least.
So Tim had taken up archery as an excuse to spend time with Roy. They had ‘Target Pratice’ as often as they could. The two of them really did practice for a few hours at least, Dick would have gotten suspicious if Tim hadn’t improved. They had made and broken five practice dates in the past three weeks. They had both been relieved and excited when they realized they both had today free.
Unfortunately, their practice had barely begun when the thunderstorm had hit them hard and fast. Hail, pelting rain, flashing lightening and roaring thunder had descended on them so fast that they hadn’t even been able to make it to the house before it hit. By the time they’d gathered up their gear, they were both drenched. There were still more than a dozen arrows stuck in various targets, but Roy had insisted they both head back in before they were struck by lightening.
“I’m sorry, Tim. It looks like Target Practice for today is literally a wash,” Roy said and gave him an apologetic smile. Whether for the ruined practice or the bad pun, Tim wasn’t certain.
Tim had been looking forward to getting more practice in today but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to feel any measure of regret. Perhaps his brain was a bit too preoccupied with Roy to register anything else.
Roy had worn a lose cotton sleeveless tank and a pair of threadbare jeans that didn’t quite fit him. The rain had plastered both articles of clothing tight against his skin. Tim could see the curve of every muscle and the jut of every bone on Roy’s tall, sinewy body.
The torrents of rain that had soaked him through should have made Tim shiver with cold, but his body felt flushed and over heated as a dull arousal curled in the pit of his stomach.
As Roy turned back to Tim, he felt himself smirk.
“I guess we’ll just have to find something else to do, then,” Tim said suggestively and stalked over to Roy. It took less than a second for realization to flash across Roy’s face and his eyes darkened as he took Tim into his arms.
“Guess we will,” he murmured against Tim’s mouth.
The kiss was ardent and wet and tasted like rainwater. Roy’s arms felt warm and strong against Tim’s rain-chilled skin. Roy’s tongue was slick as it pressed between his lips to run hotly over his own.
It was a struggle to wrestle each other out of their clothes. The fabric stuck to their skin and felt too tight but when it was finally nothing more than a sopping heap on the floor of the solarium they fell into each other’s arms again.
Their skin was littered with goose bumps and the chill hit Tim even harder when Roy twisted them around to press Tim up against one of the windows of the solarium. The glass squeaked under his wet skin and Roy smiled mischievously down at him as he palmed Tim’s cock.
“Just be glad Ollie doesn’t have any neighbors out here,” he husked against Tim’s neck and Tim groaned.
Roy’s rain slicked fingers trailed down between Tim’s legs and slid them slowly inside. Tim hissed and arched his body, his back coming up off the window Roy had braced them against. Roy stretched him with an almost unbearable slowness, finger fucking Tim into a frenzy until he was clutching at Roy’s shoulders and biting off curses.
“Damnit Roy, now or I’ll-“ Tim’s threat was cut off as Roy smirked and thrust his fingers in to press hard against Tim’s prostate.
“Language, Boy Wonder,” Roy teased and slipped his fingers.
“You drive me to it,” Tim informed him with annoyance as Roy firmly grasped Tim around the waist. Tim encircled Roy’s neck with his arms and hopped up slightly when Roy lifted from the ground. Tim wrapped his legs around Roy’s hips and held on tight.
It took less than a moment for Roy to push into Tim. They both groaned with pleasure as Roy slid home.
Then Roy fucked him. Hard and fast as the rain water mixed with their sweat to drip down their bodies and pool on the floor at their feet. The glass of the widow behind them fogged with their moans and panted breaths. Lightened flashed through the sky and thunder shook the glass Tim clutched tightly at Roy’s shoulders and came hard.
The rain had only abated slightly by the time the two of them caught their breath. When Roy slid out of Tim and set him down. The chill of the tiled floor seemed to rocket through him the minute his feet touched down and Tim fought back a shiver.
“Shower?” Tim suggested, trying hard to keep his teeth from chattering.
Roy smiled at him teasingly. “What do you need a shower for? You already got one.”
Tim held out an arm, his hand was shaking slightly as he shivered with the cold.
“I need to warm up so I have a steady hand,” he informed Roy.
“What do you need a steady hand for?” Roy asked suspiciously.
Tim smirked slyly at Roy before answering. “You got your ‘target practice’ in, now it’s my turn.”
Roy was muttering something about Robins and terrible puns as he followed him back into Ollie’s house. Tim just smiled admired the view as he trailed the very naked Roy into the bathroom.
Practice makes perfect, after all, and they had an entire afternoon scheduled for it.
Do you guys want me to post any of the other fic I wrote over in comment_fic? The rest of them are pretty sort. There is, however, a Roy/Grace Choi pegging fic. I kid you not. I wrote a pegging fic. >:D
ETA: If anyone is feeling the need for some serious schoop I totally rec the Tim/M'gann fic faile_neume just posted. It's a literary chocolate bar.
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Roy/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, slash, bad puns (there's a Robin involved, are you SURPRISED at the puns?)
Disclaimer: Not mine, every one's legal
Word Count: 1,200ish
Author's Notes: Written for darthbatgirl's request in comment_fic. Prompt: Roy/Tim; Target Practice. Also, written for bradygirl_12's Spring Rain Challenge.
Target Practice
“We should have checked the weather,” Roy sighed regretfully as he gazed sadly out the windowed walls of Ollie’s solarium to the archery range, beyond. The two of them had made plans to meet out at one of Ollie’s houses to get some archery practice in. Both of them had been so busy lately that they hadn’t had much time to spend together in quite a while.
Lian and the League took up so much of Roy’s time and between college, Wayne Enterprises and handling all things Bat-related in Gotham City, Tim hadn’t had much time to spare in a long time.
Roy and Tim had worked a case together about six months ago and had ended up falling into bed together at the end of it. It had been a bad case and by the time it was over they were both feeling so lonely and emotionally needy things had just happened.
They hadn’t told any one about it. Dick had been so worried and overprotective of Tim since Bruce had died that they were pretty sure he would maim Roy if he knew. At the very least.
So Tim had taken up archery as an excuse to spend time with Roy. They had ‘Target Pratice’ as often as they could. The two of them really did practice for a few hours at least, Dick would have gotten suspicious if Tim hadn’t improved. They had made and broken five practice dates in the past three weeks. They had both been relieved and excited when they realized they both had today free.
Unfortunately, their practice had barely begun when the thunderstorm had hit them hard and fast. Hail, pelting rain, flashing lightening and roaring thunder had descended on them so fast that they hadn’t even been able to make it to the house before it hit. By the time they’d gathered up their gear, they were both drenched. There were still more than a dozen arrows stuck in various targets, but Roy had insisted they both head back in before they were struck by lightening.
“I’m sorry, Tim. It looks like Target Practice for today is literally a wash,” Roy said and gave him an apologetic smile. Whether for the ruined practice or the bad pun, Tim wasn’t certain.
Tim had been looking forward to getting more practice in today but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to feel any measure of regret. Perhaps his brain was a bit too preoccupied with Roy to register anything else.
Roy had worn a lose cotton sleeveless tank and a pair of threadbare jeans that didn’t quite fit him. The rain had plastered both articles of clothing tight against his skin. Tim could see the curve of every muscle and the jut of every bone on Roy’s tall, sinewy body.
The torrents of rain that had soaked him through should have made Tim shiver with cold, but his body felt flushed and over heated as a dull arousal curled in the pit of his stomach.
As Roy turned back to Tim, he felt himself smirk.
“I guess we’ll just have to find something else to do, then,” Tim said suggestively and stalked over to Roy. It took less than a second for realization to flash across Roy’s face and his eyes darkened as he took Tim into his arms.
“Guess we will,” he murmured against Tim’s mouth.
The kiss was ardent and wet and tasted like rainwater. Roy’s arms felt warm and strong against Tim’s rain-chilled skin. Roy’s tongue was slick as it pressed between his lips to run hotly over his own.
It was a struggle to wrestle each other out of their clothes. The fabric stuck to their skin and felt too tight but when it was finally nothing more than a sopping heap on the floor of the solarium they fell into each other’s arms again.
Their skin was littered with goose bumps and the chill hit Tim even harder when Roy twisted them around to press Tim up against one of the windows of the solarium. The glass squeaked under his wet skin and Roy smiled mischievously down at him as he palmed Tim’s cock.
“Just be glad Ollie doesn’t have any neighbors out here,” he husked against Tim’s neck and Tim groaned.
Roy’s rain slicked fingers trailed down between Tim’s legs and slid them slowly inside. Tim hissed and arched his body, his back coming up off the window Roy had braced them against. Roy stretched him with an almost unbearable slowness, finger fucking Tim into a frenzy until he was clutching at Roy’s shoulders and biting off curses.
“Damnit Roy, now or I’ll-“ Tim’s threat was cut off as Roy smirked and thrust his fingers in to press hard against Tim’s prostate.
“Language, Boy Wonder,” Roy teased and slipped his fingers.
“You drive me to it,” Tim informed him with annoyance as Roy firmly grasped Tim around the waist. Tim encircled Roy’s neck with his arms and hopped up slightly when Roy lifted from the ground. Tim wrapped his legs around Roy’s hips and held on tight.
It took less than a moment for Roy to push into Tim. They both groaned with pleasure as Roy slid home.
Then Roy fucked him. Hard and fast as the rain water mixed with their sweat to drip down their bodies and pool on the floor at their feet. The glass of the widow behind them fogged with their moans and panted breaths. Lightened flashed through the sky and thunder shook the glass Tim clutched tightly at Roy’s shoulders and came hard.
The rain had only abated slightly by the time the two of them caught their breath. When Roy slid out of Tim and set him down. The chill of the tiled floor seemed to rocket through him the minute his feet touched down and Tim fought back a shiver.
“Shower?” Tim suggested, trying hard to keep his teeth from chattering.
Roy smiled at him teasingly. “What do you need a shower for? You already got one.”
Tim held out an arm, his hand was shaking slightly as he shivered with the cold.
“I need to warm up so I have a steady hand,” he informed Roy.
“What do you need a steady hand for?” Roy asked suspiciously.
Tim smirked slyly at Roy before answering. “You got your ‘target practice’ in, now it’s my turn.”
Roy was muttering something about Robins and terrible puns as he followed him back into Ollie’s house. Tim just smiled admired the view as he trailed the very naked Roy into the bathroom.
Practice makes perfect, after all, and they had an entire afternoon scheduled for it.
Do you guys want me to post any of the other fic I wrote over in comment_fic? The rest of them are pretty sort. There is, however, a Roy/Grace Choi pegging fic. I kid you not. I wrote a pegging fic. >:D
ETA: If anyone is feeling the need for some serious schoop I totally rec the Tim/M'gann fic faile_neume just posted. It's a literary chocolate bar.