#070 - Over A Barrel (DCU, Jason/Dick, NC-17)
Title: Over A Barrel
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Dick
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 300
Warnings: Gunplay.
Challenge: #070 Barrel Of A Gun
Dick’s lungs burn from holding his breath, fingers tangled in the sheets. His knees press into the mattress, hips aching a little from how wide his legs are spread. His skin feels hot enough to burn, fire in his blood, but the muzzle of the gun is cool against his flesh.
He tries desperately to shut it out, but he can’t help the way Bruce’s face dances behind his eyelids. Can’t help remembering the look on Bruce’s face when Dick had first visited the Cave in his Bludhaven Police uniform, the curl of Bruce’s lip and the anger in his eyes, because Dick had been stupid enough to bring a gun into Batman’s sanctum.
Guns bring death and destruction, they ruin lives, Dick knows that, has had that message seared into his soul since he met Bruce. But right now there’s a gun pressed between his shoulder blades, and Dick isn’t fighting it, is struggling not to whine for it, teeth digging into the pillow.
“Knew you’d enjoy this,” Jason murmurs behind him, and Dick can practically see his smirk, even with his eyes closed. Gun sliding down his spine, so slow it raises goosebumps across his skin, and Dick can feel himself sweating, struggling to keep his hips from bucking.
Trailing lower, and Dick can’t hold back the soft little whimper when the gun presses between his cheeks. Spreading him, slipping down the cleft of his ass and catching on his rim, and Jason laughs for the wrecked little noise he makes.
Shaking a little, scared and fucking exhilarated, and Dick’s probably seconds away from suffocating himself with the pillow. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s forgotten how to breathe anyway, ears ringing with the sex in Jason’s voice as he hisses, “If only Daddy could see you now.”
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Dick
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 300
Warnings: Gunplay.
Challenge: #070 Barrel Of A Gun
Dick’s lungs burn from holding his breath, fingers tangled in the sheets. His knees press into the mattress, hips aching a little from how wide his legs are spread. His skin feels hot enough to burn, fire in his blood, but the muzzle of the gun is cool against his flesh.
He tries desperately to shut it out, but he can’t help the way Bruce’s face dances behind his eyelids. Can’t help remembering the look on Bruce’s face when Dick had first visited the Cave in his Bludhaven Police uniform, the curl of Bruce’s lip and the anger in his eyes, because Dick had been stupid enough to bring a gun into Batman’s sanctum.
Guns bring death and destruction, they ruin lives, Dick knows that, has had that message seared into his soul since he met Bruce. But right now there’s a gun pressed between his shoulder blades, and Dick isn’t fighting it, is struggling not to whine for it, teeth digging into the pillow.
“Knew you’d enjoy this,” Jason murmurs behind him, and Dick can practically see his smirk, even with his eyes closed. Gun sliding down his spine, so slow it raises goosebumps across his skin, and Dick can feel himself sweating, struggling to keep his hips from bucking.
Trailing lower, and Dick can’t hold back the soft little whimper when the gun presses between his cheeks. Spreading him, slipping down the cleft of his ass and catching on his rim, and Jason laughs for the wrecked little noise he makes.
Shaking a little, scared and fucking exhilarated, and Dick’s probably seconds away from suffocating himself with the pillow. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s forgotten how to breathe anyway, ears ringing with the sex in Jason’s voice as he hisses, “If only Daddy could see you now.”