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Title: Universal Constants
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim/Jason/Talon-Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. Mild bondage, but not the usual kind. Threesomes. Other stuff? Probably.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: ~4,000
Author's notes: This is for kingnorth. She didn't get her stuff for the Rare's and Threes gift exchange. I took it upon myself to pinch hit. I hope you liiiike it. I heard you like porn somewhere. Also for prompt # 14 fog, for my dcu_freeforall table.

I'd like to think of this as a companion piece to Breaking the Prime Directive.



Universal Constants


The sight of the figure standing at the end of the long driveway that lead into the Cave made Jason grin. He tightened his thighs possessively around the middle of the purring Ducati. Drake's Baby was out past curfew and Daddy wasn't happy about it.

Jason hit the gas on Tim's Ducati and roared down the driveway. He flew across the distance between him and Drake and brought the bike to a smooth stop barely a foot from Drake's tabi. Jason revved the engine twice before cutting it with a flourish.

Drake, for his part, was cool as ever. He was still in uniform, but his cowl was off hanging down the back of his uniform. Drake's eyes were dark and his mouth was a firm, grim line. With his arms crossed over his chest and his rigid spine, Drake looked like maybe he could actually start Jason's hair on fire with the strength of his glare.

If anyone could figure out how to do that, Drake was it, after all.

Jason tugged his helmet off of his head, and pulled a leg over the side of Ducati. He slumped his posture so he was sitting on, rather than straddling, the bike. Jason faced Drake with his best cocky smile, showing a lot of teeth.

“Oh come on, don't look at me like that,” Jason coaxed, still smiling smugly. “You left her all alone in that alley. Baby wanted some action.” Jason punctuated that last sentence by patting the side of the Ducati fondly.

Say what you would about Drake, the guy had excellent taste in bikes.

Drake just pursed his lips and gave Jason the silent treatment. Clearly a method he had picked up from the Boss. Jason was never actually able to let one of those silences pass without making at least one snide comment.

“What's a matter, R? Jealous? You need some action too, Babe?” Jason asked, laying as much sex and promise in his voice as he could. It was a lot.

He lifted one booted foot and brought it up to rest impudently on Drake's hip, just over the low slung belt. Drake didn't even look down, just locked gazes with Jason and lifted an eyebrow.

“Maybe you want me to make you roll over and purr...”

Drake's mouth tightened again and reached for Jason's foot.

That was when Jason realized there were two of them.

Quick, efficient hands grabbed Jason from behind. They expertly locked his arms to the shoulders. He could feel the joints pulling painfully at his sockets as he tried to yank his arms free.

Jason moved instinctively, trying to get into a position that would allow him to reverse the locks. He couldn't though. Drake, damn him, had in the same moment, used his grip on Jason's right leg to lock him up the leg and into his spine.

Jason was fucking stuck, his arms and legs were all locked up. He was stuck sitting on his ass on the seat of the bike. He didn't have enough leverage at his places of strength to either muscle Drake and the other guy off, or reverse any of the locks.

“What the fuck is this?” Jason snarled. “Pay back for taking the bike? It has a goddamned GPS. You knew where it was the whole fucking time.”

Drake just smiled, and it looked almost mean. He silently shook his head and applied some torque to the lock. He twisted Jason's foot, and Jason hissed in a breath as his ankle and knee bent in ways that promised serious pain with just a touch more pressure on Tim's part.

“It's not about the bike,” the voice came from behind him and Jason stiffened.

It was Drake's voice.

But Drake was here, in front of him, a twitch of the wrist away from destroying Jason's fucking knee.

Jason broke eye contact with Drake and twisted around to try and look behind him. The guy's face was in shadow but Jason still recognized him.

“Oh shit,” Jason breathed.

“I don't believe you've met Talon,” Drake, the Drake in front of Jason, said in a soft self satisfied voice. “Though he's well enough acquainted with your counterpart in his universe that I'm sure he feels he knows you quite well.”

“Oh, intimately,” the other Drake, Talon, purred in Jason's ear.

Jason's mouth went dry, he opened it anyway to curse at them both. Before he could speak, all the air left his lungs in a gasp as his shoulder pulled hard in his socket. White flashes of pain danced across his eyes.

Then he felt his damp palms hit the warm metal of side of the bike as his shoulder twisted again.

Jason suddenly realized that the sneaky little bastard was using shadow locks on his arms. Fucking hands free, goddamned brutal, shoulder destroying locks. The only time Jason had ever given up and asked for help during his training was trying to figure out how to reverse these awful mother fuckers. That was after he had dislocated his right shoulder. With these types of locks, there was nothing at all to work against but your own goddamned body and whatever you were pressed against.

It was hard enough to get out of them lying out on a floor. Sitting up on a fucking motorcycle...

Fucking impossible. At least for him.

“Little bitch,” he hissed.

Drake tutted softly and smirked.

“How do you expect to get any sort of action with a mouth like that?” Talon inquired, fucking sweetly, from behind him.

“Must be why he sticks to my bike,” Drake observed. “Knows he can't get anything warm blooded.”

Talon snickered. “That true, Big Guy? You go after his bike because you know it's the closest you'll ever get to his ass?”

Jason swore viciously at them both. When he finally lost the breath to speak, he could hear them laughing quietly at him.

“What the fuck is this about then?” he hissed at them venomously. “What the fuck did you want?”

“Maybe, you were right,” Drake said smoothly. He was standing between Jason's legs, the heel of Jason's foot was tucked up under his arm pit. As he stepped in closer to Jason's knee bent in a way that tightened the lock on his leg enough to make Jason wince. “Maybe we wanted some action.”

“Or maybe,” said Talon, leaning in over his shoulder, and breathing hotly on Jason's jaw, “we want to get a little of our own back.”

“Or maybe both,” Drake added and smiled at Talon over Jason's goddamned head.

“Or maybe you're both fucking bugnuts!” Jason yelled.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you started this,” Drake replied primly.

“Started what?” Jason cried with exasperation.

This,” Talon whispered in his ear. Hands wrapped around him from behind and played at the collar of his tshirt. “Teasing... Flirting...”

“Borderline sexual harassment,” Drake added sardonically and suddenly it all clicked in Jason's head.

“First off, there ain't nothing 'borderline' about this, Boy Wonder,” Jason began and Talon snickered behind him. “Secondly,” he carried on as if he hadn't heard the snickering, “is this seriously just your way of telling me you want to take me up on all those offers? 'Cause if so, all you had to do was say 'Yeah Jay baby, I want you to make me purr.'”

Drake just smirked at him again.

“Maybe I just wanted to do this on my terms.”

“Annnnnnnnnnnd your terms involve bondage and backup?” Jason asked incredulously.

“Hey,” Drake said, lifting an amused eyebrow, “you were the one who came on to me.”

True.

Very fucking true.

“I didn't come on to him,” Jason pointed out, tipping his head back towards Talon.

“Consider me a bonus prize,” Talon said smoothly. “A bonus prize with revenge fantasies and a fondness for biting.” Then the little bastard kissed Jason. Hot and hard and vicious. Long, strong fingers came up to tangle in his hair, Talon used the grip to pull Jason's head back towards him at an almost brutal angle.

The kid might be a little nuts, but he could sure as fuck kiss. He sucked Jason's lower lip between this teeth and nipped at it roughly. Jason pressed into the kiss, trying to deepen it, soften it, take control. It didn't work. Talon just smirked and pulled back to bite at his jaw.

Apparently, he wasn't kidding about the biting.

Jason was gasping at the feel of Talon's teeth when the front of his tshirt was pulled up over his head. Jason blinked up at Drake as Talon pulled back, then he and Drake settled the front of Jason's shirt back behind his neck. Jason's shoulders were bound tightly in his shirt, and he chest was exposed to the cool air of the 'Cave.

And to Drake.

Jason felt very naked, very fast. He felt himself flush hotly as Drake looked him over with serious eyes. There was really only one thing to do in response. Say something irritating and hopefully distracting.

“So you being a perv is one of those... Whadda call 'em? Universal constants?” Jason panted and cocked an appreciative eyebrow.

Talon had his chest pressed up against Jason's back, and Jason could feel him laughing silently. Face pressed into the back of Jason's neck, Talon bit him again, clearly amused.

Jason could tell from the look on Drake's face that he and Talon were smiling at each other again. Fucking knowingly.

Talon's hands slid from behind Jason, he raked his short, blunt nails over Jason's rib cage and up to his pecs. Talon was careful to miss Jason's nipples. He framed them lightly in the V of his index and middle fingers on either side of Jason's chest.

Jason could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Drake leaned over and licked at Talon's fingers. Jason's leg and spine strained as he felt Drake's hot breath ghosting over nipples, fucking lightly, as he moved his mouth over Talon's hands.

“You don't want to know what your universal constants are,” Talon rumbled in his ear.

Drake breathed out a laugh with a gust of warm, moist air that made Jason arch as best he could with a locked spine. He couldn't quite stifle a soft, frustrated sound. He looked down in time to see Drake's eyes flare.

Then he dropped his mouth to Jason's chest. Soft lips and hard teeth hit him like a lightening bolt. They sucked and bit as agile fingers played along his ribs and throat. A wave of heat inundated Jason, pooling low in belly.

His jeans were too tight and his shoulders ached and his palms itched to fucking touch. He felt his dick twitch hard in his boxers.

Drake never made a sound when he laughed. It was always silent, the change in his breathing pattern the only indication that he was laughing at all. Jason decided he liked it when Drake laughed like this. When Jason was close enough to feel it on his skin and in his fucking bones. It felt like his entire body tingled as those breathy little chuckles puffed over his hot skin.

“You gotta, you gotta let me,” Jason tried to speak but was cut off when he was pulled roughly by the hair again.

“All you have to do is shut up,” Talon instructed him in a cool tone of voice. Then he kissed Jason again. Sweat prickled out across Jason's back and chest. He felt himself flush all over as he groaned into the kiss.

All Jason could do was kiss him back. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't touch anything but the cooling metal of the goddamned bike. All he could do was sit here and fucking take whatever it was these two decided to dole out to his stupid unsuspecting ass.

Good thing he basically trusted Drake not to fuck him up, or Jason would be freaking the hell out right now.

As it was...

As it was, Jason was having a hard time remembering why it was he wanted to do anything but feel.

When he felt a pair of hands trail down to his belt buckle, all Jason could do was groan into Talon's mouth. Nimble fingers played at his fly, while a soft mouth sucked at his collar bone. A mouth that bit only gently and sucked in all the right spots.

When he felt a warm hand slide into boxers, Jason couldn't help but pump his hips involuntarily. The frantic heat of frustration washed over Jason when his hips didn't even come up off the seat of the bike.

Luckily for Jason knee, Drake had quick reflexes, he changed the grip he had on Jason's leg. The pressure of the lock came off Jay's leg before he fucked up his knee. Jason's boot hit the floor with a thud and Talon swore behind him. He moved his hands back to Jason's wrists, checking his lock.

Jason acted on pure instinct. Drake was still standing between his legs and Jason brought one up, wrapping it around Drake's waist and pulling him in close. Then he used the heel of his other boot to hit the inside of one of Drake's knees. Drake buckled forward and caught himself swiftly on the Ducati.

Drake still had the upper hand, the leverage, and the back up, but now Drake was close enough to kiss.

Right now, that was all Jason cared about.

As it turned out, his little brother being good with his mouth was another of those universal constants. Drake's kisses were softer and gentler than Talon's. He used less teeth, and more tongue, and he seemed to kiss with his entire body. His hands and his chest and his sweet little ass all seemed to move in time with their kiss.

Jason groaned and broke the kiss. Drake panted into Jason's bare neck with hot, moist puffs of air that made Jason shiver, and leak precome into his shorts.

“Let me go,” Jason slurred to Talon as he pressed frantic kisses to Drake's jaw. He wished hard that Drake had removed more of his uniform than just that damned cowl. “Come on Tough Guy, I'm not going anywhere.”

Talon was still and quiet behind him for a long moment before Jason felt his left arm twisting back into place. His right arm was still locked, but there was immediate relief in his left shoulder and all down his back.

Jason didn't even take a moment to appreciate it. He could have used the leverage in his free arm and legs to reverse the last lock, but right now getting away was the last thing on Jason's mind.

He immediately lifted his hand to Drake's head, and tangled it into his hair. He pulled Drake into another kiss, bucking his hips up, and pressing his cock hard into Drake's jock.

“Oh yeah baby bird, let me feel you,” he husked against Drake's soft, swollen lips.

Talon made a sound behind him, low and immediately stifled when he bit Jason hard on on his straining right trap. Jason threw his head back and shouted as Talon's teeth dug deep into his over flexed muscle.

A fog of bright red heat consumed Jason's vision and pulsed though his body as Talon bit him again.

“Fuck, don't stop,” Jason snarled and moved into the press of Talon's mouth.

Jason could feel Talon laughing as he lapped lightly at the skin he had bruised with his teeth. Body tingling, cock aching and head spinning, Jason groaned and panted and needed.

He hadn't even really realized what he was doing, exactly, until Drake dropped to his knees. Jason realized then that he was guiding Drake's mouth to cock with a firm hand in his long, smooth hair.

Drake wasn't resisting.

That thought made Jason's mind blank out again so the first touch of Drake's tongue to his erection was almost unexpected. Jason gasped and arched his hips, pressing the head of his cock hard against Tim's soft, damp lips.

“Oh Baby, yeah,” Jason coaxed in a breathy voice. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Drake mouthed the head of his cock, and Jason just had to open his eyes so he could look down and see. Drake's eyes were closed, and his lips were swollen and red. The too long hair that wasn't tangled in Jason's fist fell over his face and eyes, half obscuring it. His expression was one of avid concentration as he worked his mouth over the length of Jason's cock.

Jason felt a groan suppressed deep in his chest, kept there by oxygen deprived lungs. It was a good thing he couldn't make a sound. If he had, he wouldn't have heard the soft noise behind him. It was a sharp, almost hurt sound. Jason tilted his head back to see Talon watching Tim with that same look of avid concentration on his face.

“Appreciation for me getting my cock sucked another of those universal constants?” Jason slurred back at Talon. “I like that one more than the freaky surprise bondage one.”

Talon cut his eyes back to Jason as Drake smiled around Jason's cock. Talon's eyes went sharp and hard and Jason knew, deep in his gut, he was in for it. A thrill of anticipation flitted though him, and Jason swallowed hard.

They both moved at the same time. Talon bit him hard on the same spot at his trapeziums. Drake sucked the head of Jason's cock into his mouth and moved wetly down the shaft with a swift, even movement.

Suddenly Jason was back in that fog, white hot and all consuming. He couldn't see. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. All Jason could do was groan and strain and need as they worked over him. Drake's mouth moving faster, sucking harder as Talon's fingers worked their way across his chest, touching, teasing and playing.

Jason couldn't help but move with them, his head back on Talon's shoulder, and his hand still tangled in Drake's hair. He rocked his hips in time with the dip and pull of Drake's mouth. He pushed back against Talon's teeth, and into the press of his fingers.

He shuddered with the force of it, thrusting up hard, and holding himself deep inside of Drake's hot mouth.

Jason slumped back against Talon when Drake pulled off with a gasp. He was coughing quietly and wiping spit and Jason's come off his lips with the back of a hand. Another cloud of something hot and dizzying flowed over Jason. It was thick and it was possessive and suddenly all Jason could see was Drake on his knees with little red mouth slick with Jason's come.

Jason groaned helplessly, and the cloud blew back only as a set of teeth sunk into the back of Jason's neck. Clarity of feeling returned just as something hot, hard and smooth pressed against the small of Jason's back.

It was Talon.

It was, more specifically, Talon's cock painting the small of Jason's back with warm precome, as Talon rocked his hips and bit at Jason's neck.

“Oh that is a fucking fantastic idea,” Jason said, and grabbed Drake by the collar, pulling him up off his knees and onto Jason.

Jason wrapped and arm around Drake and kissed him again, hard and furious. He tasted himself in Drake's mouth and groaned. They kissed feverishly, Drake feeling as desperate as Jason was, himself.

Jason reached with his free hand to undo the straps of Drake's uniform. He pulled it away from the sweat slick skin of Drake's gorgeous little body.

Jaosn's locked shoulder strained in his socket, as Jason pulled Drake's jock and tights down over hips. He licked his lips when he saw the dark, damp head of Drake's erection, peeking out over the mess of his bunched uniform.

All fucking mine, Jason thought as he gripped Drake firmly by the hip.

Jason pulled Drake down against him. Drake scrambled to catch his balance on the bike again. Jason didn't give him much of a chance to get it, before he rocked his hips up into Tim's. He pressed their bodies hard together, getting Drake's cock slick with spit and come and sweat.

Drake shivered at the feel of it, and Jason decided he wanted to see that happen every day for the rest of his fucking life. Drake's face was grimace of pleasure. He pressed it into Jason's locked shoulder, and let out a soundless cry as Jason moved relentless against him. Jason drove their cocks together again and again, thrusting his hips, and pulling hard on Drake's, as Talon moved rhythmically against his back.

“You gonna come all over me?” Jason asked, not quite sure who he was asking. He was glad he did though, when Drake made a high fucking hot little sound, and Talon grunted against the back of Jason's neck.

“That is absolutely my intention,” Talon said in a tense, quiet voice that Jason liked way fucking more than he should.

“What about you, Babe?” Jason asked, nuzzling at Drake's neck as he ground their cocks together. “Gonna get me all messy?”

Drake made that sound again, the high, sweet one, and it went straight to Jason's cock. His erection twitched as he pulsed precome, getting them wetter, slicker, messier than before. Drake moaned into Jason's shoulder.

That was when Jason decided to bite Drake, right at the spot between his shoulder and neck. The reaction was all Jason could have ever wanted and more.

Drake arched his back and cried out, pressing them together. He shuddered against Jason and panted hard. Almost in the same moment, something hot and wet slicked his back as Talon groaned low in his throat.

Drake went rigid, hard and perfect in Jason's arms. His fingers were white against the bright red of the Ducati's paint job where he clutched desperately at the bike for balance. Jason looked down between them to see Drake's erection pulsing between them as he came all over Jason's belly and cock.

Then the fog came back. It thickened all around him. It flowed deep in his lungs, blanked out his mind and covered his eyes, as the world whited out and Jason came with a shout.

Drake was slumped over on top of Jason, and they were both panting hard. Talon's fingers were playing lazily with the hair at Jason's collar and Drake was rubbing his face slowly over Jason's shoulder, almost as if he were in shock.

“I sure do hope you didn't mess up the paint job back there. Someone's a little touchy about his bike, in case you didn't know,” Jason teased lazily, and he ran his hand down over Drake's back to cup his ass.

It was a very nice ass.

“Mmm, not a problem. I have permission,” Talon rasped behind him, his voice deeper than it had been before.

“Wait, you have permission to come on the Duc, but I don't have permission to drive it?” Jason exclaimed, indignantly.

“I like him more,” Drake put in sleepily, and nipped at Jason's shoulder.

Talon hummed in amusement, and twisted Jason's arm out of the lock. Jason rubbed the back of his head against Talon's chest in thanks, and brought the other arm up to wrap about Drake.

“Yeah, that's 'cause he's as freaky as you, you kinky little bastard,” Jason said, trying hard not to laugh affectionately.

Drake smiled smugly up at Talon, and Jason had no doubt Talon was smiling just as smugly back at him.

“Another universal constant, it seems,” Talon observed primly.

Then Jason did laugh.

It was true. Some things never did change. For once, Jason was grateful.



A/N: You can pretty much assume that a couple of four am conversations with Gloria had a lot to do with this.

Also, I'd like to THINK I've gotten this whole thing out of my system, but NOW I really want Tim/Steph/Talon porn. In the shower. With lots of licking...

Ok, so maybe it's not out of my system...

STEPH NEEDS A THREESOME, DAMNIT!




ETA: HONEY DREW FAN ART! That's the EXACT image I had in my head when I wrote this. :DDDDDDDD

Comments

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shiny_glor_chan
Jan. 23rd, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
I love that this happened, and we've barely talked in days. XD Actually, maybe that's why~ You missed me, so you wrote porn instead. <3? XD
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
You know what it was? Your Jason was like, "Gloria. Gloria. Gloria, I need sex." You, being absorbed with your Hetlia fic, wouldn't even notice. "Hey Gloria. GLORIA! Aw, fuck it." Then he decided to live in my head. "I heard you had a Timmy here. I also heard he is often naked..."


That slut.
milleniumrex
Jan. 23rd, 2011 02:47 am (UTC)
I have not actually read this (I rarely read NC-17 stuff unless it's a pairing I totally can't resist), but I'm sure it's awesome because you're awesome. :D

Anyway! I just wanted to tell you that it's so cool of you to do this after that exchange sort of collapsed on itself. You rule. <33333
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:26 am (UTC)
Yeah I was totally surprised when I saw you on this post since you're not into the smut!

Thanks. It didn't seem fair that King North be left out.

*knuckle bump*

I don't know, I might leave that com. The rules seem a little arbitrary and confusing anyway.
milleniumrex
Mar. 1st, 2011 11:40 pm (UTC)
The community seems to be basically dead anyway.

It's always annoying when fic exchanges go south. I still never got my DCU Remix fic. :/
aravistarkheena
Mar. 1st, 2011 11:45 pm (UTC)
Man, I was SO hoping to get you for that exchange because I wanted to remix that Tim/Beryl you wrote for me a while back. I was, like, PRAYING to get you.

But I got Darth instead and now I'm writing an another novel length monster.

Though, to be fair, yours would have probably turned out the same way. Only with less angst and more snark.
milleniumrex
Mar. 1st, 2011 11:50 pm (UTC)
Ha. I got Gloria for both of those exchanges. I managed to work Jason into a Steph/Cassie fic she wrote for me once. She was pleased. :D

And I have not forgotten about the Tim/Beryl I promised you! It's happening as soon as I get the time to type it out. :)
aravistarkheena
Mar. 1st, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)
I'm sure she was. Gloria is remarkably easy to please. :D

Take your time, I bet you're super busy these days.
twistedangl11
Jan. 23rd, 2011 04:47 am (UTC)
OMG....wow.

Need. Cold. Shower. Now.

That was amazing. And for the record, I think Tim/Steph/Talon is a fucking brilliant idea...yes, Steph needs a threesome.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
Oh man, I STILL think she needs a threesome.

I haven't decided which I should write though. Tim/Jason/Steph, Tim/Jaime/Steph, Tim/Kara/Steph... The list goes ON.

I'm like a kid in a candy store.
twistedangl11
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
OMG, either Tim/Jason/Steph or Tim/Kara/Steph. You so need to write one of those!
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)
OMG can you IMAGINE Tim/Kara/Steph? Tim wouldn't stand a CHANCE. They would just overwhelm him with their awesome and he'd have no CHOICE but to submit to their sexy whims! And both of them would be ABSOLUTELY aware of that at the time too. :DDD
twistedangl11
Feb. 28th, 2011 01:17 am (UTC)
Yes, yes...oh write it, please? Pretty please? :-D
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 01:20 am (UTC)
Thing is, I'm not ENTIRELY sure I could do it justice. I'll TRY, but I make no promises.

I think I could write a mean Tim/Jaime/Steph though. Do you like Jaime? I think he'd be cute with Tim and Steph. <3

Jay would just be like 'Oh little brother, let me show you how that's done.' and Tim would be like 'I know how it's done. >:(' And Jay would be like 'I know better.' and Steph would be like 'You both need to prove this to me.'
twistedangl11
Feb. 28th, 2011 01:22 am (UTC)
Eh, not much on Jaime.

And yes, Steph taking on Jay and Tim would be quite hot and humorous all at once and a lot of wonderful.
honeycorrupts
Jan. 23rd, 2011 08:40 am (UTC)

wait, wait. I'm a moron. *facepalm*

Very hot fic! :D I'm interested in this Talon.

Edited at 2011-01-23 08:42 am (UTC)
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:29 am (UTC)
HEAVING BALLS ABOUND!

Talon's pretty awesome. I want to play with him a little.
lkidl
Jan. 23rd, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
It was hoooooooooot. I can't be tired of telling you that you are awesomeeeeeeee!
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. <33333
darthbatgirl
Jan. 23rd, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm now this is how I want to start every morning :)

Hot and lovely my dear "and hugs you because I miss ya" <3
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:31 am (UTC)
Aw, I missed you guys too. I'm trying to be around more. Things just get so busy. *sighs*
larsinger29
Jan. 23rd, 2011 04:16 pm (UTC)
Oh boy. Oh wow. Just, um...I'll be over here in my bunk...

Wow, my dear, simply wow! That was so hot. So twisted and hot. Just yum!! Terrific job with the threesome and the imagery and the use of the bike! I had a great visual in my mind of their twisted little tryst there. It was incredible. :D
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
*snickers*

I'm glad you liked it. The whole thing just started out in my head as a SCENE of Jay pinned on the bike by the two Timmys. <3
kingnorth
Jan. 23rd, 2011 06:02 pm (UTC)
;A; Th--thank you so much! I can't believe you did this, it's so nice. *cries*

I looooves it. You writes a sexy Jason which I alllways appreciate.

Fufufufufu, you heard somewhere that KingNorth likes porn. I can't imagine where you would here something like that. eue

I needs to draw you something sometime. Any requests?
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)
*high five*

I'm GLAD you enjoyed it. I felt so bad that you were left out in that whole debacle. I hope this was some consolation for all the crap. Did you ever HEAR from the person that you drew for?

Yeah, that 'you liking porn' thing had been going around LJ. I'm not sure WHERE it started. :DD

I'm sorry it took a while to get back to you. I've been out of sorts and out of fandom lately. If you still have the time or the inclination, I'd love ANYTHING you'd want to draw for me. *kisses*
ladyblkrose
Jan. 24th, 2011 06:25 am (UTC)
oh Oh OH Dayummm that was hotter than fish-grease baby. Hot and nasty and grimy and on the back of a Duc.
I'm...gonna need some alone time after this one.

Thank you for sharing
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:38 am (UTC)
Hahahah, hot, grimy and on the back of a Duc is my favorite KIND of porn. I'm glad to see you agree. >:DDDD

Your comments always make me smile. *kisses* ~<3
lyanth
Jan. 25th, 2011 03:48 am (UTC)
Wow, I realize now that I need to read more threesomes.

*fans self*

Also, Steph deserves! :3 I vote yes for this~
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:40 am (UTC)
I need to WRITE more of them. Though, I feel I've been doing quite a lot of that lately. I've been FIXATING.

You know what threesome has had my attention for the longest time? Tim/Steph/Jaime. Can you IMAGINE what she would do to those boys' brains? :DDD
eternal_moonie
Feb. 22nd, 2011 06:13 pm (UTC)
AWESOME story!
aravistarkheena
Feb. 28th, 2011 12:43 am (UTC)
*knuckle bump*
saavikam77
Jan. 29th, 2012 02:45 am (UTC)
Finally getting around to reading old fic that I missed, and I hope you haven't wandered too far away (we miss you, sweetie!).

This was just super-sexy. >:D Jason was such a goner.
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