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Title: Timothy Jackson
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal, no peanut butter was harmed in the writing of this fic.
Word Count: 1,000ish
Author's notes: For shabzilla. I hope you like Bernard/Tim. I think we're just going to blame museofspeed for this.




Timothy Jackson


“We could go out to dinner…” Bernard suggested as he peered into the refrigerator speculatively. There wasn’t much inside besides a jar of old pickles, some raw beets, a lemon and Gatorade. Bernard was pretty sure even Tim couldn’t cook something tasty out of those particular ingredients.

It was getting close to seven and Tim would have to leave for patrol soon. Neither of them had eaten dinner yet and Bernard could hear Tim’s stomach rumbling from across the kitchen.

Tim regarded Bernard with a somewhat enigmatic expression on his face as he lounged against the counter top, arms crossed over his chest.

“We could go out to eat, or I could blow you and afterwards we’ll eat peanut butter sandwiches,” Tim proposed contemplatively.

Bernard pulled his head out of the refrigerator and eyed Tim, disapprovingly.

“Classy, Drake. Let me guess, ‘Subtlety’ is your middle name?” Bernard caustically shot back.

Tim stalked over to the fridge and pushed it shut. He pulled Bernard into his arms and pressed their faces close together.

“My middle name is Jackson,” he whispered against Bernard’s mouth with a smirk and kissed him, slow and deep and perfect.

His mouth was soft and knowing on Bernard’s as he nipped lightly at his lips and ran his tongue appreciatively over Bernard’s. His arms held Bernard tight against him and he could feel Tim getting hard underneath his jeans as he kissed and bit at Bernard’s mouth.

Tim’s fingers traced light patterns over Bernard’s back and shoulders, soothing and coaxing as he hummed softly into Bernard’s mouth.

Bernard pulled away with a gasp when he felt Tim’s hands trail down his back and circle to his waist band.

“Hey, I’m not that easy. It’s going to take more than a peanut butter sandwich for you to get into my pants,” Bernard protested as Tim flicked open the button of his jeans and pulled down the fly.

“That’s not true at all,” Tim said in between pressing little kisses to the side of Bernard’s neck. “I think you’re precisely that easy.”

Tim slid his hand through the gap in Bernard’s boxers and wrapped it firmly around Bernard’s cock. He slipped it out of the front flap and stroked Bernard to full hardness. Bernard’s breath caught in his throat and Tim caressed him lightly with his finger tips as he whispered in Bernard’s ear about just how easy Tim thought he was.

Bernard wanted to deny it, but he could do nothing but groan when Tim dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to the tip of his erection. Bernard felt himself go dizzy around the eyes and his legs went shaky. He leaned back and braced himself against the kitchen counter, bending his knees slightly so Tim could reach better.

Tim hummed appreciatively and began to lick Bernard’s cock, his lips pressing little nipping kisses all over the head and shaft as he worked his way down. The kisses were light and soft and not nearly enough to do anything but wind Bernard up. He had a white knuckle grip on the counter and his teeth were clenched tight by the time Tim made it back up to the tip of his cock.

“So, we’re going for the peanut butter option then, huh?” Tim asked as he smirked up at Bernard.

“Shut up and blow me, Timothy Jackson,” Bernard hissed and fisted the hair at the back of Tim’s head, pulling Tim’s mouth back where he wanted it.

Tim was still laughing when Bernard’s cock slipped between his lips and the vibrations seemed to shake Bernard to his very core. He shuddered and Tim sealed his lips around Bernard and sucked just how Bernard liked, hard and wet and long. He took Bernard in deep, making soft, contended noises as the tip of Bernard’s erection hit the back of his throat.

Bernard groaned and felt his fingers tighten compulsively in Tim’s hair as Tim started to bob his head slowly over him. Bernard’s cock slipped in and out of his slick mouth with each movement. His toes curled in his socks and he was moaning low in the back of his throat as Tim rocked back and forth, back and forth. Again and again until it was too much for Bernard to take.

Intense frustration and something very like frenzy hit Bernard at the same time and he knew he had to come and he had to come now. He grabbed Tim’s head with both hands, holding it still as he snapped his hips forward, fucking Tim’s mouth. Tim shivered and groaned and took it, relaxing into Bernard’s thrusts.

It was fast and wet and messy and when Bernard did come, agonizingly hard and utterly perfect, Tim’s mouth was slightly swollen and he was panting hard. His eyes were glazed with arousal and he was biting at his lips as he tried to catch his breath.

They spent several long moments with Bernard panting and shivering and Tim gazing up at him, tense with suppressed desire.

Bernard smirked shakily.

“So peanut butter, then?” he asked mischievously, knowing full well that peanut butter was the furthest thing from Tim’s mind at the moment.

“Later,” Tim said and gracefully rose to his feet. His wet, puffy lips were pursed in a hard line and Bernard could see the clear outline of Tim’s erection through his jeans. His cheeks were flushed a deep red and his hair was mussed.

“But Tim we had a deal,” Bernard teased, trying fruitlessly to scamper away from a very determined Tim. Tim just blocked his path and gave him a resolute look as Bernard tried to slip away again, in order to grab the jar of peanut butter from the cupboard behind them.

The whole thing ended with Bernard slung over one of Tim’s shoulders, peanut butter clutched desperately in one hand. Tim stalked determinedly towards their bedroom as Bernard shouted with faux indignity. His voice took on a thick Scarlet O’Hara drawl as he yelled reproachfully.

“Why Timothy Jackson, I do declare!”





A/N: Ten bucks says they never DO get to those peanut butter sandwiches. Tim finds the jar under their bed three days later and smiles smugly.

Comments

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shiny_glor_chan
Apr. 12th, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)
Ten bucks says they used that peanut butter for more creatives use THEN find it under the bad a few days later, half empty. :D

This was lovely. Last line killed me dead. <3
aravistarkheena
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:25 am (UTC)
Pbbft, I'm no sucker. No bet.
shiny_glor_chan
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
*snaps fingers* Oh darn. That ten bucks would have made a nice addition to the get Gloria's ass to Europe by next month fund. Too bad~ >>;;
aravistarkheena
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:45 am (UTC)
You need to bet with someone who's more gullible. Someone with LESS than six siblings.
museofspeed
Apr. 12th, 2009 07:51 am (UTC)
<3

This was amazing. And Bernard is so easy. And blow jobs are more fun than food. And either they never get to the peanut butter sandwiches or they put peanut butter in places NO PEANUT BUTTER SHOULD EVER VENTURE! And from then on, every time Bernard hears the word "peanut butter," he gets aroused.

In either case, I love you, I love this, and I'm happy to accept blame.
aravistarkheena
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
One of the best things ABOUT Bernard is that he's so easy. At least, that's one of Tim's favorite parts. He doesn't have TIME to wine and dine, dude's got a world to save. There's EVERYTHING to be said for a guy who'll take a blow job and a peanut butter sandwich then let a guy go off and beat up super villains.
museofspeed
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:47 am (UTC)
That's true. If they'd wined and dined they would have gone blow job-less!
shabzilla
Apr. 12th, 2009 11:19 am (UTC)
*_*

Oh yes. If this is what results of random prompts I hope you drabble them forever. Best thing to wake up to ever!!! Mmmmm sex crazed Tim.

Also “I think you’re precisely that easy.” was one of my favourite lines ever!!!
aravistarkheena
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
Yeeeah I'm pretty sure this doesn't count as a drabble anymore. It's ten times too long. In my defense, a Timmy blow job can not be done justice in just 100 words.

Bernard likes to THINK he isn't easy, but he totally is. Tim knows this and takes advantage. <3

P.S. I like your icon. You have excellent taste. :DDD
shabzilla
Apr. 13th, 2009 12:00 pm (UTC)
Don't worry I completely agree and this is me reaping the benefits of drabbles that run away with you.

It's a beautiful thing, really it is.

I need more Tim related icons but I'm too picky. >.>
ex_felonazc
Apr. 12th, 2009 01:45 pm (UTC)
Ten bucks says Feebs approves of these shenanigans. :3

Bernard, honey, you know better than to try and resist a determined Timmy. It's no use. He'll get his way one way or another, and you will like it! ♥
aravistarkheena
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
I'll take that bet. I subconsciously heard your porn call and knew I had to write this.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORN!

Pbbft, Bernard wasn't even TRYING to resist. He was just messing with Tim because Tim called him easy.
smgriffin
Apr. 12th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)
Hmm, I wonder exactly how much you could blame on Shananagin before people don't believe you. I think you should test the theory.

'Today I kicked a puppy, Blame Shananagin.'

Do you think it would hold up in court?
aravistarkheena
Apr. 13th, 2009 03:34 am (UTC)
'What do you mean you rolled your boyfriend up in a carpet, threw him off a bridge so you could find one younger and skinner?'

'No me. Shana.'

No jury in the world would convict me,

smgriffin
Apr. 13th, 2009 05:40 am (UTC)
By god, we've GOT IT. It's foolproof.

We could take over the world! If it fails, blame Shana
darthbatgirl
Apr. 13th, 2009 02:16 pm (UTC)
"giggles" This is great! I'm agreeing with everyone else. The peanut butter is definitely going to be used - just not for sandwiches.


And I love Tim's middle name.
aravistarkheena
Apr. 14th, 2009 03:45 am (UTC)
I love Tim's middle name, too. I'm so glad they mentioned it in canon.

I really like middle names, in general. In my family we all use each other's middle names. My father used to call me Rebecca Eileen all the time.

Middle names are just fun. <3
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aravistarkheena
Apr. 14th, 2009 11:45 pm (UTC)
Tim is so pedantic. :D

It must drive Bernard nuts. >:D

I'm glad you liked it.
lunatic_lullaby
Apr. 14th, 2009 10:32 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was delicious. Strangely, it gives me a craving for peanut butter. XD

Neither of them had eaten dinner yet and Bernard could hear Tim’s stomach rumbling from across the kitchen.

He just completely misjudged what Tim was hungry for, is all. And Tim's so practical in his proposal.
aravistarkheena
Apr. 14th, 2009 11:49 pm (UTC)
Strangely, it gives me a craving for peanut butter.

Funny how that works. >:D

Tim's got his priorities straight. Blow jobs first, THEN sustenance.
saavikam77
Apr. 16th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)
This fic makes me entirely too happy. ^____^ I'll never look at peanut butter sandwiches the same way again. XD
aravistarkheena
Apr. 16th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
I'm glad it made you smile. :DD
peachesrluvly
Apr. 23rd, 2009 12:49 pm (UTC)
My ten bucks say that the 'sandwich' was a success!! 2 nacked bodies, a slab of peanut butter in between... ;)
aravistarkheena
Apr. 23rd, 2009 10:11 pm (UTC)
Stickiest sex EVER.
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