[fic] Don't let me be your eyes (Dick/Roy, NC-17)

[glossing]

Title: Don't let me be your eyes
Pairings: Dick/Roy, a little Bruce/Dick, others in the background
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2500 words
Warning: Content some readers may find to be Robinosexual.
Setting: Tales of the Teen Titans #50 (Donna's wedding; specifically, these pages)
Disclaimer: Wolfman, et al., not I.
Notes: Title from the Velvet Underground

Comments

[sageness]

Oh, I love this so much! I'd almost forgotten how much I adore Roy and Dick together -- and Roy and Bruce competing over Dick makes me SO happy!

*adores*

[glossing]

I'd almost forgotten how much I adore Roy and Dick together
Oh, *Sage*! You must never forget that again. Roy and Dick are *awesome* together and always will be.

Thank you so much! *loves*

[glossing]

*nodnod* Roy's not exactly the poster boy for well-adjusted mental health.

Thanks!

[pearl_o]

Oh, ROY. I liked this a lot!

[glossing]

Roy rocks in each and every decade, Erica!

Thanks. :D

[chevauchee]

He's grinning at Bruce with Dick's come in his belly and he hasn't had this much fun in *years*.

Dude, I think Roy just won a round. Go team Roy!

[glossing]

Dude, I think Roy just won a round.
...but at WHAT COST?

Hee. Thanks very much! I am having lusty thoughts over your icon, btw.

[chevauchee]

Let's not contemplate the cost; it will only serve to depress us.

And thanks! Dick was totally the happiest little Robin ever (well, pre-Crisis Jason, but he's been retconned, so Dick!).

[glossing]

No costs, then. Only blowjobs and boogeying down. *nods*

DIIIIICK! And pre-Crisis Jason shall live forever: They cannot stop the SQUEE. *points to icon*

[petronelle]

You make me love *all* of them all over again.

He slid closer, his elbow tucking in to the angle of Bruce's hip, his head tilting.
Is this where I say OTP?

Through the looking glass, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, *perfectly staged*: dark head to dark head, Dick gripping Bruce's hip, Bruce's hand in Dick's hair.
This stayed Perez art in my head all the way through, but -- the sky behind them is *entirely* lemon yellow.

Roy knows from sudden instinct versus intimate familiarity, one night's trick versus the Dinah.
The Dinah. Oh Roy.

It took him longer than Roy had been expecting, but it feels, predictably, just like it always did.
No, this is where I say OTP. Possibly it's where I say it again.

This had better not be a therapy mission for sad Speedies.
Oh, Roy. Don't you trust him?

Roy laughs; at the first stroke from Dick's callused, *beautiful* hand, he grunts and Dick's there, too, kissing him soft and messy.
*happy sigh*They dress quickly, knocking each other more than is strictly necessary, picking grass off their suits

[glossing]

You make me love *all* of them all over again.
Excellent! They are entirely lovable and need attention. Even if they insist on ruffled shirts and moussed-up hair.

This stayed Perez art in my head all the way through
Oh, yay! *beams at you*

No, this is where I say OTP. Possibly it's where I say it again.
It's where I'd say it again. It's just, you know, Dick's an integral part of *a lot* of OTPs. Partly it's his whole sexual-agency-being-absent, partly it's just -- *him*.

Oh, Roy. Don't you trust him?
Roy prefers not to answer that. Instead, he'll brag about getting some Graysonian action. Again.

all the jostling. It's so them.
They are 20-year-old boys. With (at that point), 45-year-old souls.

I shrieked.
*rejoices!* I did, too! And I *made it up*, but it was all Roy, really. (I was trying to figure out what would be said in its place if this was from Dick's pov? And it'd be something about hickeys, *maybe*. Or just the feeling of being kiss-stupid. *snugs him*)

yes, I really love despising Ollie.It's a fun game! Not anyone's