Fic: Five Asses Dick Never Tapped (NC-17) Dick, Logan, Lilly, Lynn, Kendall, Beaver
Title: Five Asses Dick Never Tapped
Author: rachel_shanz
Rating: NC-17 for lots and lots of Dick!Smut. Oh, and slash and incest.
Word Count: 5,430
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Logan, Dick/Lilly, Dick/Lynn, Dick/Kendall, Dick/Beaver.
Spoilers: Through 2x13.
Summary: Dick gets a lot of ass. No, really. A LOT.
Notes: kantarya and lostt1 are my heroes for super awesome betaing. Since God knows I can’t ever finish anything early. Written for the Round One challenge at 5thingsthat.
5 Asses Dick Never Tapped
His best friend’s:
“What’s with all the secrecy, man? Did you steal the crown jewels?”
Dick dropped an envelope in Logan’s lap. “It’s all in there.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “This is all very secret agent of you, but I’m supposed to be meeting Lilly in half an hour. I’d like to get laid tonight, so could we hurry this up?”
“Just open the fucking envelope.”
Logan did, spilling out half a dozen glossy pictures. Dick leaned back against his dresser, waiting patiently for Logan to figure out what was going on. Or at least part of it.
“These are pictures of me kissing Yolanda. What the fuck, dude?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want Lilly to see those. Then you might not be getting laid anytime in the near future. Cause Lilly sure as hell won’t be fucking you, but that won’t stop her from bitch slapping anyone else who does. Dude, your life is gonna suck.” Dick wiped his palms nervously on his jeans. He was doing his best not to look Logan straight in the face. He wasn’t sure he would be able to continue if he did.
“Am I missing something here, Dick? Is there a reason you feel the need to show these to my girlfriend?”
“What can I say? I was bored,” Dick shrugged, striving for casual.
“You were bored? Isn’t that why you keep Madison’s number on speed dial?”
“Dude, do you not recognize blackmail when you see it?”
Logan sighed. “Yes, Dick, I’ve seen Law and Order, too. What do you want?”
Dick took a deep breath. He was really going to fucking do this. “A blowjob.”
“Excuse me?” Logan asked, blinking in surprise. It was all Dick could do not to cheer in triumph at having managed to shock Logan Echolls. He was pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime accomplishment.
“You heard me. Blowjob or I show Lilly.” Dick was rather proud of the way his voice didn’t shake at all. After all, he’d spent approximately one shower a day for the last God knows how long jerking off to the mental image of Logan’s mouth on his cock. He blamed it on the fact that he hadn’t gotten any in way too long and, well, Logan was hot. Any straight guy could tell you that.
“You know, Dick, if you wanted to let your closet Queer Eye out, all you had to do was ask,” Logan said slowly, his expression carefully blank. Dick didn’t know what the fuck Logan was up to, but he had a feeling that he had just lost the upper hand.
Logan stood up abruptly, causing the pictures to flutter to the floor. Meeting Dick’s eyes, he stretched leisurely, reaching his hands as far over his head as he could. The movement pulled his shirt up, flashing a strip of pale skin covering taut muscles. Dick gulped.
“You look a little nervous, Dick,” Logan said. Dick was sure his voice wasn’t usually that low, or husky, or …fuck it, who was Dick trying to kid? Logan’s voice always got him hard.
Well, ok, not always -- it would suck major balls if he popped a boner every time Logan said hello. But when Logan was tired or drunk, or both, and it was late and he was staying at Dick’s house, in Dick’s room, he would talk. He would always talk. Dick couldn’t remember a single goddamn word Logan had ever said during those times, but he could remember how Logan had sounded. Those were the nights Dick would wait until Logan had passed out and then close his hand around his cock and let that voice run through his head on repeat.
That was the voice Logan was using now, except Dick was almost positive that Logan was completely sober.
Logan yanked his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and tossed it behind him. Dick tried to swallow again, but his mouth had gone completely dry. Logan was all smooth pale skin and hard angles and fucking hell, where did he learn to walk like that?
No, not walk. Prowl. Like some kind of fucking cat or something. Dick could have sworn he saw some stupid documentary where a tiger moved just like that right before it ripped out the throat of some unsuspecting antelope. That’s what Dick got for letting Beaver have the remote.
Logan stopped in front of Dick and just stood there. A beat passed, then two. Dick could barely breathe and his heart was beating so fucking hard he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had jumped out of his goddamn chest.
Dick blinked, and suddenly Logan was kissing him. It was sloppy and rough and Dick was pretty sure Logan needed to shave. But Logan’s tongue was in his mouth and his hands were fumbling with Dick’s belt and Dick was having trouble holding onto his train of thought. Which was mostly that this should be nowrongbad but instead it was yesmoreplease.
The hard wood of the dresser bit painfully into Dick’s back, but all it did was make him groan into Logan’s mouth. Logan pulled back, grinning, and there was something in his eyes that was way fucking intense and bordering on manic. All Dick could do was pant and concentrate on not coming in his pants right then and there. If that’s how Logan looked at everyone he made out with, it was no fucking wonder he had girls practically falling at his feet.
“Is this still what you want?” Logan breathed.
He was toying lightly with the button on Dick’s jeans, which was so fucking distracting that it took Dick almost a full minute to stutter out a “Fuck, yes.”
Logan popped the button open and dragged down the zipper, metal rasping against metal as the motion put pressure on Dick’s cock, which was already really fucking hard. He usually didn’t get this hard until he had at least seen some chick’s tits; he didn’t want to think about what that meant beyond Logan having some kind of damn superpowers.
Then Logan was pushing down Dick’s pants and dropping to knees and holy fucking shit his mouth was wet and hot and felt so goddamn much better than it had in Dick’s imagination. And Dick had a very vivid imagination.
Dick braced himself against the dresser, trying to keep his knees from giving out from under him as Logan did something with his tongue that was a lot fucking better than anything any girl had ever done for Dick. Maybe the ancient Greek fags had it right, why mess with pussy when you can have this?
Logan was so fucking good at this that Dick had a hard time believing he had never sucked a guy off before. Fucking Duncan Kane, probably. That would explain why Kane followed Logan around like some kind of fucking pussy-whipped asshole. If Logan ever wanted to take over the fucking world, all he would have to do was get on his knees, because Dick may have been the one getting a blowjob here, but he had no doubt that Logan was the one in control.
Then Logan scraped his teeth over Dick’s cock in just the right way and Dick didn’t give a fuck who was in charge. He hissed a stream of “fuckgodyes” under his breath as his world went black and his hips jerked and it was over. Logan got to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Dick didn’t even get a chance to catch his breath before Logan crushed his lips against Dick’s. It should have been gross; Logan’s mouth tasted like vaguely sour salt, but Dick could feel himself getting hard all over again. He put a hand on the back of Logan’s head and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together.
Logan broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Dick gasping for air. He gave Dick a wink, scooped his shirt up off the ground, and disappeared out the door, not even bothering to pick up the photographs that were still scattered across the carpet. Dick stood there for a second, then staggered over to his bed and collapsed. Getting a blowjob from his best friend may have made him a fag, but at that moment he decided it had been so fucking worth it.
His best friend’s girlfriend’s:
“Hey, Dickie.”
Dick tore himself away from Grand Theft Auto and the hooker his player was trying to lure into the backseat to see Lilly standing on the doorway to his room, wearing a skirt so short it was probably some kind of illegal.
“What do you want, Lilly?” Dick asked, turning back to the game. “Logan’s not here.”
“Clearly,” Lilly said, rolling her eyes. She shifted, leaning against the doorframe, long blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. “I’m here to see you.”
Logan was probably being stingy with the drugs again. “I’m all out of GHB,” Dick told her. “But I bet that, if you ask nicely, Logan will share his. You’ll probably want to be naked at the time, just to make sure.”
Lilly waved a dismissive hand. “I’m not here about your little roofie smuggling scheme.” She pushed off the wall, smoothing her hands over her skirt, and Dick couldn’t help but follow the movement with his eyes. His gaze continued the line down her bare legs as she walked across the room and perched beside him on the bed.
“So why are you here?” Dick asked, trying to sound annoyed instead of turned on. He failed. But, fuck, Lilly Kane was sitting on his bed wearing practically nothing; somehow he didn’t think he was the one to blame.
“Tell me something, Dick.” Lilly leaned into him, bringing her mouth to his ear. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck me?” Her tongue darted out, gliding along the shell of his ear, and Dick felt his cock jump in response.
Dick took a deep, shaky breath and tried to think of any answer that wasn’t “fuck, yes.” Lilly was hot as hell, but she was Logan’s girlfriend and Dick didn’t even want to think what would happen if he found out that Dick had even thought about hitting that.
Lilly’s hand slid onto his leg and he could feel it hot against his skin, even through his jeans. “What? Are you afraid of Logan? I never took you for that much of a pussy.” Her fingers trailed up his thigh as she nipped at his earlobe, sending a jolt straight to his rapidly hardening cock.
“You know,” she continued, “I wonder if Logan would even stop to think about you before he fucked Madison, before he pinned her to the bed and made her scream his name.”
Her fingers brushed lightly over the zipper of his jeans before skipping further up and slipping under his shirt. “He would make her scream, trust me. He would make her forget you ever existed. ” Her fingernails scraped over his skin, raising prickles of gooseflesh down his arms. “And he wouldn’t give you a second thought while he did it.”
She moved, stretching across his lap, straddling him. Her skirt hitched up even more, revealing a hint of a black lace thong. Dick took another deep breath and tried to imagine Logan punching his face in, but he was almost instantly sidetracked by Lilly’s lips as she licked down his neck.
She gathered the hem of his shirt in her hands, yanking it up and over his head. He raised his arms to let her remove it, then wrapped them around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She ground into him and he could feel the damp heat through the layers of his clothing as he kissed her roughly.
“That’s more like it,” Lilly moaned against his mouth before she bit into his lower lip, filling his mouth with the faint metallic taste of blood and making him groan. Their tongues met, fought, tangled. She tasted forbidden and that just made Dick want her more.
He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, sliding them under her skirt and molding them around her ass. Lilly broke the kiss, drawing back from him long enough to dispose of her own shirt. Her bra followed it quickly and when she tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked him back against her. They were bare skin to bare skin and her hard nipples trailed fire across his chest.
Lilly pushed him back on the bed, working his pants down over his hips as she leaned over him, her hair falling forward and shadowing the lust written across her features. “I’m going to fuck you, Dick,” she said, her voice low and breathy. “I’m going to ride you until you can’t see straight.”
Dick groaned at her words, his hips jerking helplessly, his cock rubbing against her thigh as he fumbled with her thong. He growled in frustration and jerked at the thin fabric, muttering a “thank fuck” when it ripped and he could toss it to the side.
Lilly pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning back on his legs. She wrapped her hand around him, gliding her thumb over the head of his cock, making him curse under his breath. With her other hand, she reached for where her purse was lying on the bed and produced a silver foil packet from it.
Meeting his eyes, she tore the packet open with her teeth and Dick’s breathing grew shallow in anticipation. She rolled the condom down over him in what seemed like excruciatingly slow motion, and it was all Dick could do to keep from whimpering in relief when she was finally done.
Lifting herself slightly, Lilly pushed her hips forward, and then she was tight around him as he slid deep inside her. She lifted up, sank back down, and Dick’s head fell back onto the bed, his eyes fluttering closed as she set a steady rhythm on top of him.
“Look…at…me, Dick. Watch me ride you,” Lilly said, her words coming in harsh pants. Dick lifted his head and managed to drag himself up until he was propped up on his elbows. Lilly smiled at him, biting her bottom lip. “Good boy.”
“Fuck,” Dick hissed as she cupped her breasts in her hands, flicking her thumbs across her nipples. She was moving faster, riding him faster. He could feel the sweat gathering between his shoulder blades as he pushed his hips up, thrusting into her. He was close, so close. God, if she would just move a little bit faster, a little bit harder, deeper. Yes, fuck, like that, so close…so fucking close.
“What in the fucking hell?” A voice broke into Dick’s consciousness, and he whipped his head around in horror to see Logan standing in the doorway, looking more pissed than Dick had ever seen him.
He tried to say something, tried to move out from under Lilly, but she wouldn’t stop moving. She wouldn’t stop grinding down onto him, even as she saw Logan and a slow, malicious smile spread across her face. “You’re a little later than I expected you to be.”
Without looking away from Logan, Lilly braced her hands against Dick’s chest, digging her fingernails into his skin, moaning his name as she came, clenching around him at the exact second that he heard Logan’s fist connect with the wall. Lilly didn’t even flinch. She dragged her nails down his chest, leaving bright red marks as he bucked against her. His eyes locked with Logan's dark, furious gaze as he thrust into her once more and collapsed back on the bed, spent.
He should probably be upset that Lilly had clearly been using him to get back at Logan for kissing Yolanda, but all he really felt was well-fucked.
His best friend’s mother’s:
“Dude, you’re out of vodka,” Dick complained, turning the bottle up over his mouth to demonstrate its emptiness.
“So go get more,” Logan shrugged without turning away from the furious game of Mortal Kombat he and Duncan were engaged in. “You know where the spare key is, right?”
Dick sighed, trying to decide if he wanted the alcohol enough to go all the way out to the pool house and possibly stab himself with a screwdriver to get it. Where was Beaver when he was needed? Finally, Dick decided that getting extremely trashed instead of just mildly drunk was worth getting caught breaking into Aaron Echolls’ liquor cabinet, so he pulled himself up off the floor and headed out the door, stumbling slightly. Hopefully he wouldn’t fall down the fucking stairs and break his neck before he even had his hands on another bottle.
He managed to make it out to the pool house relatively unharmed. He hadn’t avoided tripping on the stairs, but luckily it had been the last stair and all he had to show for it was a carpet burn on his elbow. Dick pushed through the curtains, being careful not to look at them too closely. Something about Aaron’s big-ass floating head creeped him the fuck out.
“Dick? What are you doing out here?” Dick hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t alone in the room until Lynn Echolls spoke up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was holding something that looked like a television remote in her hand, but she dropped it quickly on the bedside table when he turned to look at her.
Dick blinked, searching for an excuse and coming up empty-handed. But Lynn saved him the trouble. “Let me guess, liquor cabinet?
Dick nodded hesitantly. He couldn’t ever remember seeing Logan’s mom without a drink close by, but he had never been sure exactly what her stance on contributing to the delinquency of her son and his friends was. Aaron’s philosophy on the matter was pretty much the same as Dick’s father’s. “As long as you don’t drink my expensive scotch, I don’t really give a fuck.” He didn’t think Lynn had ever said anything to them one way or the other, but she didn’t look angry.
“It’s unlocked,” she said, waving a hand at the cabinet. “And you would you bring me the bottle of vodka on the top shelf?”
Dick pulled open the door, picked up the bottle and carried it around the bed to hand it to her. She looked up as she took it from him and the light glinted off her face, revealing smudged mascara and fresh tear tracks.
“Um, are you okay?” Dick asked awkwardly, praying for a speedy escape.
“Sit down, Dick,” Lynn said, patting the comforter beside her.
Dick sat carefully on the edge of the bed, fighting the urge to squirm under Lynn’s gaze as she eyed him carefully. Without looking away from him, she lifted the glass she was holding to her mouth and drained it quickly. She leaned forward and suddenly her lips were soft against his and Dick was in so much shock he couldn’t even react.
It was over almost as soon as it started. She pulled back, reaching for the bottle of vodka. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What?” Dick stared at her in confusion. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes, that was inappropriate, I shouldn’t have done…that.”
Dick was pretty sure that was the first time a hot chick had apologized for kissing him. Sure he would get the occasional slap, but he was usually the one doing the kissing in those cases.
Lynn had turned away to refill her glass, and Dick took that as cue to leave. But before he could stand up, Lynn swallowed the whole glass of vodka in one gulp and grabbed his arm. “Don’t go.”
He barely had a chance to take in the mix of determination and desperation etched across her features before she was kissing him again, but this time she didn’t pull away. Her tongue delved into his mouth and he could feel her tearing impatiently at his clothes.
She lay back on the bed, and he went willingly when she pulled him on top of her. His senses were clouded in an alcohol-fueled haze and he couldn’t quite figure out how she had managed to get her clothes off that fast. He stared at her mesmerized, and when he touched her all his fingers found was smooth, warm skin. Before he realized what was happening, she was wrapping her legs around him and he was sliding easily inside her.
She held onto his arms tightly as he moved above her, but her attention wasn’t on him. Her eyes were glassy and Dick wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol causing it or not but she was clutching him like he was only thing keeping her connected to the earth.
She barely made a sound when she came, just a quiet mewling as she arched under him. Then her eyes fell shut and she was still as Dick continued to move above her. When he finished and crawled off of her, her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, reaching for the bottle of vodka and taking a long drink.
She didn’t look at Dick as he climbed off the bed and gathered up his clothes. But the silence was broken a minute later when, as Dick was pulling his shirt over his head, a door he hadn’t even noticed slid open beside him, revealing a television. Lynn picked up a remote, hit a button, and the display flickered to life. The image that filled the screen made Dick sink back to the bed in shock.
Lilly Kane, alive and in full color, writhing and moaning on top of Logan’s dad.
His stepmother’s:
Kendall stood in front of him, one hand on her hip. “Well, you got your little fantasy. Now give me the fucking money.”
“It’s not that easy,” Dick said, shaking his head at her. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“But you’re already dressed for the occasion.” Dick let his eyes roam appreciatively over Kendall. The uniform fit her perfectly. Well, it was probably a little too small, but that’s what made it perfect. Her tits were barely contained by the white ruffles at the top, and the tiny black skirt ended just inches below her ass. Fuck, why hadn’t his father always hired hot maids and forced them into outfits like that? That would have made Dick’s childhood so, so much better.
Dick relaxed back into his father’s leather desk chair, chewing on the end of the Cuban cigar he had found in one of the drawers. If this was what it meant to be the man of the house, he wholly approved. He nodded at the old-fashioned feather duster in Kendall’s hand. “You even have the proper tools.”
Kendall was glaring daggers at him, but Dick ignored it. She could be as pissed off as she wanted, but Dick knew she cared more about the money than she did about any shreds of pride she might have left. “Fine,” she spit at him. “But you’d better make it worth my while.”
Turning on her heel, she flounced across the room and began half-heartedly brushing the duster over his father’s various bookshelves. Dick took a minute to appreciate the sight; his father really did know how to pick them, before he spoke up again. “Yeah, that’s not really what I had in mind.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?” Kendall asked, clearly annoyed. “Because there is no way in hell that I’m going to scrub the baseboards with a toothbrush.”
Dick let his mouth curl into a suggestive leer. “I was thinking more along the lines of the other kind of work you do on your knees.”
“Fuck you.”
“Or on your back, I’m flexible.”
Dropping the duster to the floor in a flurry of feathers, Kendall shot him an icy glare. “I don’t fucking think so,” she said coldly before storming past him on her way out of the room.
Pushing himself out of the chair, Dick grabbed her elbow, jerking her back beside him. “I think you’re going to do whatever the hell I want you to, unless you want to be living out of a cardboard box by this time tomorrow.”
Kendall was still glaring at him, fury and indignation flashing through her eyes, but Dick just met her gaze with a cool, unflinching stare. She had been acting like a whore since the day she married his father, and he really didn’t see any reason why that behavior shouldn’t extend to him. And it wasn’t like she had a problem fucking high school boys; Logan had seen to that.
Dick pushed Kendall backwards, trapping her between his body and the desk. “I mean, you’ve spread your legs for everyone else in this town for free. At least I’m offering you something in return.”
“There are dozens of men in Neptune who would be happy to pay me for my services, and I’d fuck every single one of them before I’ll let you lay a hand on me.”
Kendall tried to step away from him and work her arm free of his grasp, but Dick just held on tighter. He slammed her back against the edge of the desk and stepped closer to her, crowding into her personal space. “I’m not really giving you much of a choice.”
“You’re a bastard,” Kendall hissed in his face.
“And you’re a gold digging slut.” Dick twisted the low, ruffled collar of her outfit around his hand and yanked on it, ripping it apart down to her waist to expose her high, firm breasts to his gaze. “So it’s a good thing you have such nice tits. And no bra, how daring of you. I never knew a maid’s uniform could lift and separate like that.”
Kendall barely batted an eye, even though she was holding onto the edge of the desk so hard that Dick could see her knuckles turning white. “Let go of me, asshole.”
“What are you going to do, tell on me?” Dick laughed cruelly. He was getting to her. “Because somehow I don’t think anyone is going to believe that you were forced into fucking anyone.”
Dick took another step forward, closing the small distance between him and Kendall and letting her feel his cock pressed hard against her stomach. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, leaning over to talk directly into her ear. “And you’re going to like it.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Kendall bit out. She shoved against his chest with both hands, succeeding in pushing him slightly away from her. But that just gave him enough room to work one hand under her skirt and slid his fingers under the elastic band of her underwear.
“Then why are you wet?” He asked triumphantly as he slipped two fingers inside her, drawing a harsh gasp from her throat. He traced his thumb in a circle around her clit, being careful not to make direct contact. “You like it rough, huh? Good, I’m going to treat you just like the piece of trash whore you always will be.” He punctuated his last words by twisting his fingers sharply inside her. She moaned and Dick couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face.
Pulling his fingers out of her, Dick hooked them in the waistband of her black lace underwear and worked it down over her hips. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her up, dropping her on top of the desk as she kicked her legs free of the scrap of fabric.
In one motion, Dick jerked open the button and fly of his jeans and pushed them down, remembering to pull out the condom in his back pocket before they dropped around his ankles.
He tore the condom open, but Kendall snatched it out of his hand and, reaching down, wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Wouldn’t want there to be any accidents. God knows the last thing this world needs is you reproducing.”
She slid the latex over his cock and Dick didn’t waste anymore time before he flipped her legs up over his shoulders and guided himself inside her. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he pressed deep inside her. “You better be planning on making this worth it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Dick growled. “I’m not paying you to talk.” The world would be a much better place if bitches knew how to shut their goddamned mouth.
Her head fell back as she lifted her hips off the desk to meet his and he focused on her tits, watching as they bounced with every thrust. He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the hard wood on either side of her shoulders, hitting an angle that let him push deeper. Dick groaned, pumping into Kendall frantically for a few more seconds before he came suddenly, shuddering above her.
She was still arching under him when he slipped out of her, tossed the condom on the floor and reached for his pants. Her eyes snapped open, glinting with anger as she panted raggedly, clearly on the edge of orgasm. “What the fuck are you doing?” she gasped out, staring at him in disbelief as he zipped up his pants.
Dick dug a wad of bills out of his pocket and tossed them carelessly at Kendall, turning his back on her as the money scattered across her chest.
“Leaving.”
His brother’s:
Dick paced the living room, waiting. Waiting for his bitch of a brother to get home and learn that fucking with Dick was a really fucking stupid thing to do. Picking up a crystal vase from an end table, he hurled it against the wall, taking satisfaction in the glittering shards that fell to the floor.
As soon as Beaver walked through the front door, Dick grabbed him by the arm, making sure his grip was tight enough to bruise, and shoved him roughly up against the wall. “What the fuck was that shit, you little asshole?”
“What, you didn’t like it, Dick?” Beaver smirked, which just pissed Dick off that much more. What the hell was wrong with his pussy of a brother that he thought he could get away with something like he pulled tonight?
“You’re gonna pay for that,” Dick growled. He twisted Beaver’s arm, wrenching it around behind his back and smiling harshly when his brother’s face contorted in pain. “You really should know better.”
“You’re not going to do anything to me, so you might as well stop with the macho bullshit.” There was a thread of nervousness running under Beaver’s words now. Good, that meant the little bitch was getting scared. Like he should be.
“Your little nerdy bitch isn’t here anymore, Beaver, feel free to act like the scared little pussy you are.”
“What? Are you going to beat me up? Going to prove that you’re a man by giving me a black eye?”
“No, but you’re going to wish I had.” Keeping a tight hold in his brother’s wrist, Dick dragged him out of the entry way and into the living room. He spun Beaver around, shoving him face-forward into the hard back of the nearest couch.
Beaver struggled as Dick put a hand on the small of his back and pushed, tipping him off balance so that he had to bend over the couch to keep from falling. Before his brother could pull himself upright again, Dick had hooked his fingers in his belt loops and jerked hard, sliding Beaver’s jeans easily down over his narrow hips.
Beaver’s struggles became more frantic as Dick pushed down his own jeans and pressed his cock tight against Beaver’s ass. He put his hand back on his brother’s back, holding him down as he gripped his cock in his hand and, positioning himself, thrust his hips forward.
Beaver screamed, scratching at the fabric of the couch as he tried to twist out from under Dick. But Dick was stronger than him and he held him in place easily. If Beaver was going to try to play with the big boys, he really should have been prepared to handle the consequences. Dick was just making sure the punishment fit the crime.
When Dick was done, he jerked Beaver away from the couch and threw him to the floor, watching passively as his brother curled into a ball, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
That would teach him to fuck with Dick.
Cross-posted to fic_from_mars, 5thingsthat, fanfic100 and veronicamarsfic.
Author: rachel_shanz
Rating: NC-17 for lots and lots of Dick!Smut. Oh, and slash and incest.
Word Count: 5,430
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Logan, Dick/Lilly, Dick/Lynn, Dick/Kendall, Dick/Beaver.
Spoilers: Through 2x13.
Summary: Dick gets a lot of ass. No, really. A LOT.
Notes: kantarya and lostt1 are my heroes for super awesome betaing. Since God knows I can’t ever finish anything early. Written for the Round One challenge at 5thingsthat.
5 Asses Dick Never Tapped
His best friend’s:
“What’s with all the secrecy, man? Did you steal the crown jewels?”
Dick dropped an envelope in Logan’s lap. “It’s all in there.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “This is all very secret agent of you, but I’m supposed to be meeting Lilly in half an hour. I’d like to get laid tonight, so could we hurry this up?”
“Just open the fucking envelope.”
Logan did, spilling out half a dozen glossy pictures. Dick leaned back against his dresser, waiting patiently for Logan to figure out what was going on. Or at least part of it.
“These are pictures of me kissing Yolanda. What the fuck, dude?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want Lilly to see those. Then you might not be getting laid anytime in the near future. Cause Lilly sure as hell won’t be fucking you, but that won’t stop her from bitch slapping anyone else who does. Dude, your life is gonna suck.” Dick wiped his palms nervously on his jeans. He was doing his best not to look Logan straight in the face. He wasn’t sure he would be able to continue if he did.
“Am I missing something here, Dick? Is there a reason you feel the need to show these to my girlfriend?”
“What can I say? I was bored,” Dick shrugged, striving for casual.
“You were bored? Isn’t that why you keep Madison’s number on speed dial?”
“Dude, do you not recognize blackmail when you see it?”
Logan sighed. “Yes, Dick, I’ve seen Law and Order, too. What do you want?”
Dick took a deep breath. He was really going to fucking do this. “A blowjob.”
“Excuse me?” Logan asked, blinking in surprise. It was all Dick could do not to cheer in triumph at having managed to shock Logan Echolls. He was pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime accomplishment.
“You heard me. Blowjob or I show Lilly.” Dick was rather proud of the way his voice didn’t shake at all. After all, he’d spent approximately one shower a day for the last God knows how long jerking off to the mental image of Logan’s mouth on his cock. He blamed it on the fact that he hadn’t gotten any in way too long and, well, Logan was hot. Any straight guy could tell you that.
“You know, Dick, if you wanted to let your closet Queer Eye out, all you had to do was ask,” Logan said slowly, his expression carefully blank. Dick didn’t know what the fuck Logan was up to, but he had a feeling that he had just lost the upper hand.
Logan stood up abruptly, causing the pictures to flutter to the floor. Meeting Dick’s eyes, he stretched leisurely, reaching his hands as far over his head as he could. The movement pulled his shirt up, flashing a strip of pale skin covering taut muscles. Dick gulped.
“You look a little nervous, Dick,” Logan said. Dick was sure his voice wasn’t usually that low, or husky, or …fuck it, who was Dick trying to kid? Logan’s voice always got him hard.
Well, ok, not always -- it would suck major balls if he popped a boner every time Logan said hello. But when Logan was tired or drunk, or both, and it was late and he was staying at Dick’s house, in Dick’s room, he would talk. He would always talk. Dick couldn’t remember a single goddamn word Logan had ever said during those times, but he could remember how Logan had sounded. Those were the nights Dick would wait until Logan had passed out and then close his hand around his cock and let that voice run through his head on repeat.
That was the voice Logan was using now, except Dick was almost positive that Logan was completely sober.
Logan yanked his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and tossed it behind him. Dick tried to swallow again, but his mouth had gone completely dry. Logan was all smooth pale skin and hard angles and fucking hell, where did he learn to walk like that?
No, not walk. Prowl. Like some kind of fucking cat or something. Dick could have sworn he saw some stupid documentary where a tiger moved just like that right before it ripped out the throat of some unsuspecting antelope. That’s what Dick got for letting Beaver have the remote.
Logan stopped in front of Dick and just stood there. A beat passed, then two. Dick could barely breathe and his heart was beating so fucking hard he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had jumped out of his goddamn chest.
Dick blinked, and suddenly Logan was kissing him. It was sloppy and rough and Dick was pretty sure Logan needed to shave. But Logan’s tongue was in his mouth and his hands were fumbling with Dick’s belt and Dick was having trouble holding onto his train of thought. Which was mostly that this should be nowrongbad but instead it was yesmoreplease.
The hard wood of the dresser bit painfully into Dick’s back, but all it did was make him groan into Logan’s mouth. Logan pulled back, grinning, and there was something in his eyes that was way fucking intense and bordering on manic. All Dick could do was pant and concentrate on not coming in his pants right then and there. If that’s how Logan looked at everyone he made out with, it was no fucking wonder he had girls practically falling at his feet.
“Is this still what you want?” Logan breathed.
He was toying lightly with the button on Dick’s jeans, which was so fucking distracting that it took Dick almost a full minute to stutter out a “Fuck, yes.”
Logan popped the button open and dragged down the zipper, metal rasping against metal as the motion put pressure on Dick’s cock, which was already really fucking hard. He usually didn’t get this hard until he had at least seen some chick’s tits; he didn’t want to think about what that meant beyond Logan having some kind of damn superpowers.
Then Logan was pushing down Dick’s pants and dropping to knees and holy fucking shit his mouth was wet and hot and felt so goddamn much better than it had in Dick’s imagination. And Dick had a very vivid imagination.
Dick braced himself against the dresser, trying to keep his knees from giving out from under him as Logan did something with his tongue that was a lot fucking better than anything any girl had ever done for Dick. Maybe the ancient Greek fags had it right, why mess with pussy when you can have this?
Logan was so fucking good at this that Dick had a hard time believing he had never sucked a guy off before. Fucking Duncan Kane, probably. That would explain why Kane followed Logan around like some kind of fucking pussy-whipped asshole. If Logan ever wanted to take over the fucking world, all he would have to do was get on his knees, because Dick may have been the one getting a blowjob here, but he had no doubt that Logan was the one in control.
Then Logan scraped his teeth over Dick’s cock in just the right way and Dick didn’t give a fuck who was in charge. He hissed a stream of “fuckgodyes” under his breath as his world went black and his hips jerked and it was over. Logan got to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Dick didn’t even get a chance to catch his breath before Logan crushed his lips against Dick’s. It should have been gross; Logan’s mouth tasted like vaguely sour salt, but Dick could feel himself getting hard all over again. He put a hand on the back of Logan’s head and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together.
Logan broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Dick gasping for air. He gave Dick a wink, scooped his shirt up off the ground, and disappeared out the door, not even bothering to pick up the photographs that were still scattered across the carpet. Dick stood there for a second, then staggered over to his bed and collapsed. Getting a blowjob from his best friend may have made him a fag, but at that moment he decided it had been so fucking worth it.
His best friend’s girlfriend’s:
“Hey, Dickie.”
Dick tore himself away from Grand Theft Auto and the hooker his player was trying to lure into the backseat to see Lilly standing on the doorway to his room, wearing a skirt so short it was probably some kind of illegal.
“What do you want, Lilly?” Dick asked, turning back to the game. “Logan’s not here.”
“Clearly,” Lilly said, rolling her eyes. She shifted, leaning against the doorframe, long blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. “I’m here to see you.”
Logan was probably being stingy with the drugs again. “I’m all out of GHB,” Dick told her. “But I bet that, if you ask nicely, Logan will share his. You’ll probably want to be naked at the time, just to make sure.”
Lilly waved a dismissive hand. “I’m not here about your little roofie smuggling scheme.” She pushed off the wall, smoothing her hands over her skirt, and Dick couldn’t help but follow the movement with his eyes. His gaze continued the line down her bare legs as she walked across the room and perched beside him on the bed.
“So why are you here?” Dick asked, trying to sound annoyed instead of turned on. He failed. But, fuck, Lilly Kane was sitting on his bed wearing practically nothing; somehow he didn’t think he was the one to blame.
“Tell me something, Dick.” Lilly leaned into him, bringing her mouth to his ear. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck me?” Her tongue darted out, gliding along the shell of his ear, and Dick felt his cock jump in response.
Dick took a deep, shaky breath and tried to think of any answer that wasn’t “fuck, yes.” Lilly was hot as hell, but she was Logan’s girlfriend and Dick didn’t even want to think what would happen if he found out that Dick had even thought about hitting that.
Lilly’s hand slid onto his leg and he could feel it hot against his skin, even through his jeans. “What? Are you afraid of Logan? I never took you for that much of a pussy.” Her fingers trailed up his thigh as she nipped at his earlobe, sending a jolt straight to his rapidly hardening cock.
“You know,” she continued, “I wonder if Logan would even stop to think about you before he fucked Madison, before he pinned her to the bed and made her scream his name.”
Her fingers brushed lightly over the zipper of his jeans before skipping further up and slipping under his shirt. “He would make her scream, trust me. He would make her forget you ever existed. ” Her fingernails scraped over his skin, raising prickles of gooseflesh down his arms. “And he wouldn’t give you a second thought while he did it.”
She moved, stretching across his lap, straddling him. Her skirt hitched up even more, revealing a hint of a black lace thong. Dick took another deep breath and tried to imagine Logan punching his face in, but he was almost instantly sidetracked by Lilly’s lips as she licked down his neck.
She gathered the hem of his shirt in her hands, yanking it up and over his head. He raised his arms to let her remove it, then wrapped them around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She ground into him and he could feel the damp heat through the layers of his clothing as he kissed her roughly.
“That’s more like it,” Lilly moaned against his mouth before she bit into his lower lip, filling his mouth with the faint metallic taste of blood and making him groan. Their tongues met, fought, tangled. She tasted forbidden and that just made Dick want her more.
He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, sliding them under her skirt and molding them around her ass. Lilly broke the kiss, drawing back from him long enough to dispose of her own shirt. Her bra followed it quickly and when she tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked him back against her. They were bare skin to bare skin and her hard nipples trailed fire across his chest.
Lilly pushed him back on the bed, working his pants down over his hips as she leaned over him, her hair falling forward and shadowing the lust written across her features. “I’m going to fuck you, Dick,” she said, her voice low and breathy. “I’m going to ride you until you can’t see straight.”
Dick groaned at her words, his hips jerking helplessly, his cock rubbing against her thigh as he fumbled with her thong. He growled in frustration and jerked at the thin fabric, muttering a “thank fuck” when it ripped and he could toss it to the side.
Lilly pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning back on his legs. She wrapped her hand around him, gliding her thumb over the head of his cock, making him curse under his breath. With her other hand, she reached for where her purse was lying on the bed and produced a silver foil packet from it.
Meeting his eyes, she tore the packet open with her teeth and Dick’s breathing grew shallow in anticipation. She rolled the condom down over him in what seemed like excruciatingly slow motion, and it was all Dick could do to keep from whimpering in relief when she was finally done.
Lifting herself slightly, Lilly pushed her hips forward, and then she was tight around him as he slid deep inside her. She lifted up, sank back down, and Dick’s head fell back onto the bed, his eyes fluttering closed as she set a steady rhythm on top of him.
“Look…at…me, Dick. Watch me ride you,” Lilly said, her words coming in harsh pants. Dick lifted his head and managed to drag himself up until he was propped up on his elbows. Lilly smiled at him, biting her bottom lip. “Good boy.”
“Fuck,” Dick hissed as she cupped her breasts in her hands, flicking her thumbs across her nipples. She was moving faster, riding him faster. He could feel the sweat gathering between his shoulder blades as he pushed his hips up, thrusting into her. He was close, so close. God, if she would just move a little bit faster, a little bit harder, deeper. Yes, fuck, like that, so close…so fucking close.
“What in the fucking hell?” A voice broke into Dick’s consciousness, and he whipped his head around in horror to see Logan standing in the doorway, looking more pissed than Dick had ever seen him.
He tried to say something, tried to move out from under Lilly, but she wouldn’t stop moving. She wouldn’t stop grinding down onto him, even as she saw Logan and a slow, malicious smile spread across her face. “You’re a little later than I expected you to be.”
Without looking away from Logan, Lilly braced her hands against Dick’s chest, digging her fingernails into his skin, moaning his name as she came, clenching around him at the exact second that he heard Logan’s fist connect with the wall. Lilly didn’t even flinch. She dragged her nails down his chest, leaving bright red marks as he bucked against her. His eyes locked with Logan's dark, furious gaze as he thrust into her once more and collapsed back on the bed, spent.
He should probably be upset that Lilly had clearly been using him to get back at Logan for kissing Yolanda, but all he really felt was well-fucked.
His best friend’s mother’s:
“Dude, you’re out of vodka,” Dick complained, turning the bottle up over his mouth to demonstrate its emptiness.
“So go get more,” Logan shrugged without turning away from the furious game of Mortal Kombat he and Duncan were engaged in. “You know where the spare key is, right?”
Dick sighed, trying to decide if he wanted the alcohol enough to go all the way out to the pool house and possibly stab himself with a screwdriver to get it. Where was Beaver when he was needed? Finally, Dick decided that getting extremely trashed instead of just mildly drunk was worth getting caught breaking into Aaron Echolls’ liquor cabinet, so he pulled himself up off the floor and headed out the door, stumbling slightly. Hopefully he wouldn’t fall down the fucking stairs and break his neck before he even had his hands on another bottle.
He managed to make it out to the pool house relatively unharmed. He hadn’t avoided tripping on the stairs, but luckily it had been the last stair and all he had to show for it was a carpet burn on his elbow. Dick pushed through the curtains, being careful not to look at them too closely. Something about Aaron’s big-ass floating head creeped him the fuck out.
“Dick? What are you doing out here?” Dick hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t alone in the room until Lynn Echolls spoke up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was holding something that looked like a television remote in her hand, but she dropped it quickly on the bedside table when he turned to look at her.
Dick blinked, searching for an excuse and coming up empty-handed. But Lynn saved him the trouble. “Let me guess, liquor cabinet?
Dick nodded hesitantly. He couldn’t ever remember seeing Logan’s mom without a drink close by, but he had never been sure exactly what her stance on contributing to the delinquency of her son and his friends was. Aaron’s philosophy on the matter was pretty much the same as Dick’s father’s. “As long as you don’t drink my expensive scotch, I don’t really give a fuck.” He didn’t think Lynn had ever said anything to them one way or the other, but she didn’t look angry.
“It’s unlocked,” she said, waving a hand at the cabinet. “And you would you bring me the bottle of vodka on the top shelf?”
Dick pulled open the door, picked up the bottle and carried it around the bed to hand it to her. She looked up as she took it from him and the light glinted off her face, revealing smudged mascara and fresh tear tracks.
“Um, are you okay?” Dick asked awkwardly, praying for a speedy escape.
“Sit down, Dick,” Lynn said, patting the comforter beside her.
Dick sat carefully on the edge of the bed, fighting the urge to squirm under Lynn’s gaze as she eyed him carefully. Without looking away from him, she lifted the glass she was holding to her mouth and drained it quickly. She leaned forward and suddenly her lips were soft against his and Dick was in so much shock he couldn’t even react.
It was over almost as soon as it started. She pulled back, reaching for the bottle of vodka. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What?” Dick stared at her in confusion. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes, that was inappropriate, I shouldn’t have done…that.”
Dick was pretty sure that was the first time a hot chick had apologized for kissing him. Sure he would get the occasional slap, but he was usually the one doing the kissing in those cases.
Lynn had turned away to refill her glass, and Dick took that as cue to leave. But before he could stand up, Lynn swallowed the whole glass of vodka in one gulp and grabbed his arm. “Don’t go.”
He barely had a chance to take in the mix of determination and desperation etched across her features before she was kissing him again, but this time she didn’t pull away. Her tongue delved into his mouth and he could feel her tearing impatiently at his clothes.
She lay back on the bed, and he went willingly when she pulled him on top of her. His senses were clouded in an alcohol-fueled haze and he couldn’t quite figure out how she had managed to get her clothes off that fast. He stared at her mesmerized, and when he touched her all his fingers found was smooth, warm skin. Before he realized what was happening, she was wrapping her legs around him and he was sliding easily inside her.
She held onto his arms tightly as he moved above her, but her attention wasn’t on him. Her eyes were glassy and Dick wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol causing it or not but she was clutching him like he was only thing keeping her connected to the earth.
She barely made a sound when she came, just a quiet mewling as she arched under him. Then her eyes fell shut and she was still as Dick continued to move above her. When he finished and crawled off of her, her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, reaching for the bottle of vodka and taking a long drink.
She didn’t look at Dick as he climbed off the bed and gathered up his clothes. But the silence was broken a minute later when, as Dick was pulling his shirt over his head, a door he hadn’t even noticed slid open beside him, revealing a television. Lynn picked up a remote, hit a button, and the display flickered to life. The image that filled the screen made Dick sink back to the bed in shock.
Lilly Kane, alive and in full color, writhing and moaning on top of Logan’s dad.
His stepmother’s:
Kendall stood in front of him, one hand on her hip. “Well, you got your little fantasy. Now give me the fucking money.”
“It’s not that easy,” Dick said, shaking his head at her. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“But you’re already dressed for the occasion.” Dick let his eyes roam appreciatively over Kendall. The uniform fit her perfectly. Well, it was probably a little too small, but that’s what made it perfect. Her tits were barely contained by the white ruffles at the top, and the tiny black skirt ended just inches below her ass. Fuck, why hadn’t his father always hired hot maids and forced them into outfits like that? That would have made Dick’s childhood so, so much better.
Dick relaxed back into his father’s leather desk chair, chewing on the end of the Cuban cigar he had found in one of the drawers. If this was what it meant to be the man of the house, he wholly approved. He nodded at the old-fashioned feather duster in Kendall’s hand. “You even have the proper tools.”
Kendall was glaring daggers at him, but Dick ignored it. She could be as pissed off as she wanted, but Dick knew she cared more about the money than she did about any shreds of pride she might have left. “Fine,” she spit at him. “But you’d better make it worth my while.”
Turning on her heel, she flounced across the room and began half-heartedly brushing the duster over his father’s various bookshelves. Dick took a minute to appreciate the sight; his father really did know how to pick them, before he spoke up again. “Yeah, that’s not really what I had in mind.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?” Kendall asked, clearly annoyed. “Because there is no way in hell that I’m going to scrub the baseboards with a toothbrush.”
Dick let his mouth curl into a suggestive leer. “I was thinking more along the lines of the other kind of work you do on your knees.”
“Fuck you.”
“Or on your back, I’m flexible.”
Dropping the duster to the floor in a flurry of feathers, Kendall shot him an icy glare. “I don’t fucking think so,” she said coldly before storming past him on her way out of the room.
Pushing himself out of the chair, Dick grabbed her elbow, jerking her back beside him. “I think you’re going to do whatever the hell I want you to, unless you want to be living out of a cardboard box by this time tomorrow.”
Kendall was still glaring at him, fury and indignation flashing through her eyes, but Dick just met her gaze with a cool, unflinching stare. She had been acting like a whore since the day she married his father, and he really didn’t see any reason why that behavior shouldn’t extend to him. And it wasn’t like she had a problem fucking high school boys; Logan had seen to that.
Dick pushed Kendall backwards, trapping her between his body and the desk. “I mean, you’ve spread your legs for everyone else in this town for free. At least I’m offering you something in return.”
“There are dozens of men in Neptune who would be happy to pay me for my services, and I’d fuck every single one of them before I’ll let you lay a hand on me.”
Kendall tried to step away from him and work her arm free of his grasp, but Dick just held on tighter. He slammed her back against the edge of the desk and stepped closer to her, crowding into her personal space. “I’m not really giving you much of a choice.”
“You’re a bastard,” Kendall hissed in his face.
“And you’re a gold digging slut.” Dick twisted the low, ruffled collar of her outfit around his hand and yanked on it, ripping it apart down to her waist to expose her high, firm breasts to his gaze. “So it’s a good thing you have such nice tits. And no bra, how daring of you. I never knew a maid’s uniform could lift and separate like that.”
Kendall barely batted an eye, even though she was holding onto the edge of the desk so hard that Dick could see her knuckles turning white. “Let go of me, asshole.”
“What are you going to do, tell on me?” Dick laughed cruelly. He was getting to her. “Because somehow I don’t think anyone is going to believe that you were forced into fucking anyone.”
Dick took another step forward, closing the small distance between him and Kendall and letting her feel his cock pressed hard against her stomach. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, leaning over to talk directly into her ear. “And you’re going to like it.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Kendall bit out. She shoved against his chest with both hands, succeeding in pushing him slightly away from her. But that just gave him enough room to work one hand under her skirt and slid his fingers under the elastic band of her underwear.
“Then why are you wet?” He asked triumphantly as he slipped two fingers inside her, drawing a harsh gasp from her throat. He traced his thumb in a circle around her clit, being careful not to make direct contact. “You like it rough, huh? Good, I’m going to treat you just like the piece of trash whore you always will be.” He punctuated his last words by twisting his fingers sharply inside her. She moaned and Dick couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face.
Pulling his fingers out of her, Dick hooked them in the waistband of her black lace underwear and worked it down over her hips. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her up, dropping her on top of the desk as she kicked her legs free of the scrap of fabric.
In one motion, Dick jerked open the button and fly of his jeans and pushed them down, remembering to pull out the condom in his back pocket before they dropped around his ankles.
He tore the condom open, but Kendall snatched it out of his hand and, reaching down, wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Wouldn’t want there to be any accidents. God knows the last thing this world needs is you reproducing.”
She slid the latex over his cock and Dick didn’t waste anymore time before he flipped her legs up over his shoulders and guided himself inside her. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he pressed deep inside her. “You better be planning on making this worth it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Dick growled. “I’m not paying you to talk.” The world would be a much better place if bitches knew how to shut their goddamned mouth.
Her head fell back as she lifted her hips off the desk to meet his and he focused on her tits, watching as they bounced with every thrust. He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the hard wood on either side of her shoulders, hitting an angle that let him push deeper. Dick groaned, pumping into Kendall frantically for a few more seconds before he came suddenly, shuddering above her.
She was still arching under him when he slipped out of her, tossed the condom on the floor and reached for his pants. Her eyes snapped open, glinting with anger as she panted raggedly, clearly on the edge of orgasm. “What the fuck are you doing?” she gasped out, staring at him in disbelief as he zipped up his pants.
Dick dug a wad of bills out of his pocket and tossed them carelessly at Kendall, turning his back on her as the money scattered across her chest.
“Leaving.”
His brother’s:
Dick paced the living room, waiting. Waiting for his bitch of a brother to get home and learn that fucking with Dick was a really fucking stupid thing to do. Picking up a crystal vase from an end table, he hurled it against the wall, taking satisfaction in the glittering shards that fell to the floor.
As soon as Beaver walked through the front door, Dick grabbed him by the arm, making sure his grip was tight enough to bruise, and shoved him roughly up against the wall. “What the fuck was that shit, you little asshole?”
“What, you didn’t like it, Dick?” Beaver smirked, which just pissed Dick off that much more. What the hell was wrong with his pussy of a brother that he thought he could get away with something like he pulled tonight?
“You’re gonna pay for that,” Dick growled. He twisted Beaver’s arm, wrenching it around behind his back and smiling harshly when his brother’s face contorted in pain. “You really should know better.”
“You’re not going to do anything to me, so you might as well stop with the macho bullshit.” There was a thread of nervousness running under Beaver’s words now. Good, that meant the little bitch was getting scared. Like he should be.
“Your little nerdy bitch isn’t here anymore, Beaver, feel free to act like the scared little pussy you are.”
“What? Are you going to beat me up? Going to prove that you’re a man by giving me a black eye?”
“No, but you’re going to wish I had.” Keeping a tight hold in his brother’s wrist, Dick dragged him out of the entry way and into the living room. He spun Beaver around, shoving him face-forward into the hard back of the nearest couch.
Beaver struggled as Dick put a hand on the small of his back and pushed, tipping him off balance so that he had to bend over the couch to keep from falling. Before his brother could pull himself upright again, Dick had hooked his fingers in his belt loops and jerked hard, sliding Beaver’s jeans easily down over his narrow hips.
Beaver’s struggles became more frantic as Dick pushed down his own jeans and pressed his cock tight against Beaver’s ass. He put his hand back on his brother’s back, holding him down as he gripped his cock in his hand and, positioning himself, thrust his hips forward.
Beaver screamed, scratching at the fabric of the couch as he tried to twist out from under Dick. But Dick was stronger than him and he held him in place easily. If Beaver was going to try to play with the big boys, he really should have been prepared to handle the consequences. Dick was just making sure the punishment fit the crime.
When Dick was done, he jerked Beaver away from the couch and threw him to the floor, watching passively as his brother curled into a ball, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
That would teach him to fuck with Dick.
Cross-posted to fic_from_mars, 5thingsthat, fanfic100 and veronicamarsfic.