Jealousy (DCU, Roy/Tim, Jason NC-17)
Title: Jealousy
Fandom: DC, Bat-Family
Pairings: Roy/Tim, Jason, mention of Roy/Dick, hope for Roy/Tim/Jason
Characters: Roy Harper, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, mention of Bat Family
Word Count: 653
Rating: Adult for slashy goodness
Warnings: Slash, voyeurism, Jason being angsty
Synopsis: He wasn’t jealous, he really really wasn’t.
He wasn’t jealous, he really really wasn’t. Jealousy had absolutely nothing to do with why he was hidden in the shadows, staring through the window like some peeping pervert. Jason’s problem wasn’t that he wanted to be with Tim himself, the simple truth of the matter was that Roy wasn’t good enough to be with Robin, well, the sidekick formerly known as Robin anyway. No matter how Tim changed his costume and name he would always be Robin, just as Dick would always be Robin, it marked you. You could grow up, you could quit being a sidekick, but a part of you would be forever Robin. Besides, Roy had already had his turn with a Robin anyway, so why was he in there pawing at Tim?! Is he just collecting Robins now? If so, Jason was going to have to get a few new locks for his apartment… not that he would really mind as long as he was on top. He mentally laughed and filed away a note to mention to B that Damian would need a chastity belt to protect him from the Redheaded Robin Poacher.
Sure, he’s attractive, Jason never faulted Dick for wanting spend hours wrapped around the archer finding out exactly what it took to make him forget his own name. This isn’t Dick though, this Tim, and his Tim was smarter than that, better than that. He doubted that Roy would even be able to make Tim explode the way he so clearly needed to do. Jason took a deep breath through his nostrils as he watched Tim’s long black lashes flutter, his pale skin looking beautiful against the silk sheets. He looked so vulnerable left in nothing but his boxer-briefs, his toes curling as Roy’s lips expertly ghosted across his throat. Jason wasn’t even a little bit jealous as he watched Tim start writhing, but he hated Roy for being able to make him look so… wanton. Jason was only there to watch out for Tim, make sure that his first time was okay, no, better than okay. It had damn well better be perfect or somebody was going to pay. His Tim deserved that. He paused from what was quickly becoming an exercise in voyeurism to wonder why he kept thinking “His Tim” it wasn’t “His Tim” it was just the Recently Replaced Replacement Robin.
Nevertheless when Tim let out a moan of pleasure at the feel of Roy’s hips starting to grind against his own, making Roy bite his neck, marking him, Jason wanted blood. Jason was staring so intently that he wasn’t even trying to hide any more. He far more concerned with watching Roy remove the last little bit of clothing from His Tim and sliding between his legs. One very slick finger preparing Tim as he began to stroke his cock so skillfully that His Tim’s pale skin was flush with desire. But when Roy asked His Tim if he was sure he wanted this and Tim responded “Of course, I love you,” Jason wanted to kill.
Jason wasn’t jealous, he really really wasn’t. He wasn’t jealous at all when he burst through the window scattering glass everywhere. He wasn’t jealous when he tackled Roy off of the bed, on to the floor. Not when he proceeded bash his head into the ground. Nor when Roy’s extensive years of training kicked in and Jason started taking hits as often as he was landing them. He wasn’t even the tiniest bit jealous when Tim threw himself between them and forced them to stop fighting. But when Roy made a joke while Tim was checking his injuries that actually made His Tim laugh- made him smile, that was when Jason felt something inside his chest burn, break, and created such throbbing ache inside of him that Jason had to admit he was jealous. Roy had no right to make HIS Tim smile.