Title: Who Knows?
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Roy/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Roy thinking like a boy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone’s legal.
Word Count: About 700
Author’s Notes: I don’t know what you’re talking about. >:O
Who Knows?
I try not to lie, honestly, I do. I tell my daughter the truth as often as possible. I tell Ollie, Connor, Dinah, and Mia the truth all the time. I tell Tim the truth about almost everything. I’ve lied enough in my life to value truth pretty highly, but there is one thing I can’t bring myself to admit to Tim.
Every night he sleeps over, I make sure to wake him up late on purpose. Then I gloss over it by pretending to panic about not having enough time to get Lian ready. He gets annoyed, but I tell him it’s because I’m tired, or because I have trouble waking up, or whatever reason pops into my head while I’m staring at his mouth and wishing I didn’t always get morning wood.
The truth is, the whole song and dance is just an excuse to get him to shower with me.
Tim tends to be pretty grumpy in the mornings. When Tim is grumpy, Tim is not in the least bit amorous, which is really sort of tragic because sometimes he’s fucking hot when he pouts and completely lethal. I’m pretty sure that if Tim ever did crack and kill someone, it would be within fifteen minutes of him waking up in the morning. Good thing the Bats only worked nights.
As rough as Tim was ten minutes after he woke up, the minute I get him into the hot shower, all wet and soaped up, he melts.
So I do it on purpose, and I lie about it and I get him wet and slippery and naked. Then pull him into my arms and kiss, nip, bite, and lick all his hot spots until he comes.
Don’t get me wrong, I love watching Tim come. The way his back arches and the hot little noises he makes never fail to get my blood boiling. I love to make him boneless and content in my arms, but if I’m being honest, it’s not Tim’s gratification, but what comes next, that I’m after.
Tim will hang onto me lazily for a few minutes before looking up at me mischievously from under sopping wet bangs. Then he dropped to his knees in the bathtub and took me into his mouth.
It’s always shocking to feel his lips around me like that. Shocking and hot as hell and so fucking slick and perfect that I always think I’m going to faint during the first few minutes of it.
That is, until Tim wraps his lips as tight as he can around my dick and sucks. No one, and I mean no one, sucks a dick like Timothy Jackson Drake. The suction is so perfect and just the right side of painful. His mouth still moves easily over me, even then. The hot water makes our skin slick.
Then, after he’s driven me just about crazy with his sucking and the perfect rhythm of his mouth on my cock, he pulls me as deeply down into his throat as he can and moans. The sensation is so fucking intense I would swear I could feel it in my eyelashes. I came hard in Tim’s mouth.
Afterwards, sagging against the wall is pretty much my only option if I want to stay on my feet. I open my eyes to meet a self satisfied Tim-smirk. I’m pretty sure that, if Dick ever knew that smirk made an appearance after things besides successful lock picking and mugger beatings, he would have a heart attack. Good thing I never plan to tell him that when ever I see his little brother smirking like that, I think of my come glistening on his mouth and coy passion in his eyes.
I’m also pretty sure that, if I told Tim I lured him into the shower with me in the mornings because I wanted him to suck me off, he’d kick my ass across the continent. But who knows? Maybe he’s already seen right through it and for whatever reason goes along with it, or maybe he’s completely oblivious.
Though, you can never tell with Bats. So, like I said, who knows?
A/N: Who thinks Tim totally knows?
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Roy/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Roy thinking like a boy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone’s legal.
Word Count: About 700
Author’s Notes: I don’t know what you’re talking about. >:O
Who Knows?
I try not to lie, honestly, I do. I tell my daughter the truth as often as possible. I tell Ollie, Connor, Dinah, and Mia the truth all the time. I tell Tim the truth about almost everything. I’ve lied enough in my life to value truth pretty highly, but there is one thing I can’t bring myself to admit to Tim.
Every night he sleeps over, I make sure to wake him up late on purpose. Then I gloss over it by pretending to panic about not having enough time to get Lian ready. He gets annoyed, but I tell him it’s because I’m tired, or because I have trouble waking up, or whatever reason pops into my head while I’m staring at his mouth and wishing I didn’t always get morning wood.
The truth is, the whole song and dance is just an excuse to get him to shower with me.
Tim tends to be pretty grumpy in the mornings. When Tim is grumpy, Tim is not in the least bit amorous, which is really sort of tragic because sometimes he’s fucking hot when he pouts and completely lethal. I’m pretty sure that if Tim ever did crack and kill someone, it would be within fifteen minutes of him waking up in the morning. Good thing the Bats only worked nights.
As rough as Tim was ten minutes after he woke up, the minute I get him into the hot shower, all wet and soaped up, he melts.
So I do it on purpose, and I lie about it and I get him wet and slippery and naked. Then pull him into my arms and kiss, nip, bite, and lick all his hot spots until he comes.
Don’t get me wrong, I love watching Tim come. The way his back arches and the hot little noises he makes never fail to get my blood boiling. I love to make him boneless and content in my arms, but if I’m being honest, it’s not Tim’s gratification, but what comes next, that I’m after.
Tim will hang onto me lazily for a few minutes before looking up at me mischievously from under sopping wet bangs. Then he dropped to his knees in the bathtub and took me into his mouth.
It’s always shocking to feel his lips around me like that. Shocking and hot as hell and so fucking slick and perfect that I always think I’m going to faint during the first few minutes of it.
That is, until Tim wraps his lips as tight as he can around my dick and sucks. No one, and I mean no one, sucks a dick like Timothy Jackson Drake. The suction is so perfect and just the right side of painful. His mouth still moves easily over me, even then. The hot water makes our skin slick.
Then, after he’s driven me just about crazy with his sucking and the perfect rhythm of his mouth on my cock, he pulls me as deeply down into his throat as he can and moans. The sensation is so fucking intense I would swear I could feel it in my eyelashes. I came hard in Tim’s mouth.
Afterwards, sagging against the wall is pretty much my only option if I want to stay on my feet. I open my eyes to meet a self satisfied Tim-smirk. I’m pretty sure that, if Dick ever knew that smirk made an appearance after things besides successful lock picking and mugger beatings, he would have a heart attack. Good thing I never plan to tell him that when ever I see his little brother smirking like that, I think of my come glistening on his mouth and coy passion in his eyes.
I’m also pretty sure that, if I told Tim I lured him into the shower with me in the mornings because I wanted him to suck me off, he’d kick my ass across the continent. But who knows? Maybe he’s already seen right through it and for whatever reason goes along with it, or maybe he’s completely oblivious.
Though, you can never tell with Bats. So, like I said, who knows?
A/N: Who thinks Tim totally knows?
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I love this. Roy's a little devil isn't he? "sigh" The things that Tim does for love.
I think Tim knows too. I think he likes it. >:D
Heh. But truth be told? he likes having company in the shower. That way it doesn't feel like wasted time and that way they can use more hot water and not feel guilty, because it's STILL not as much water as it would take for TWO showers! LOL
And Timmy knows. It's part of the game!
*applauds* :D
And oh yes, Timmy most certainly knows. But who can blame him for acting dumb when it prompts Roy to do things like this?
Great job!
Yeah, I'd probably act dumb if it guaranteed me some morning sexing from Mr. Harper. Tim is nothing if not pragmatic.
I loved this!
It's all part of his Master Plan. 'Cuz seekretly, Timmy's a pervert who loves to give head, and he doesn't think there's much in the world as satisfying as seeing Roy sex dazed and gasping, staring down at him with that look of love and adoration on his face.
Tim knows Roy loves him. That Roy desires him, but there's something that satisfies Tim on a visceral level that his lover would resort to trickery just to get *more.* It does something to the back of his brain that he thinks may hurt just a little in the best way possible. He'd never tell Roy, like he hasn't told Roy that he never schedules anything before noon on the nights he stays over if he can help it, but Tim would sacrifice a thousand schedules to get that kind of validation every morning.
Do you write fan fiction? Please say yes, I think I love how your mind works.
OMG! Whee!! and dove right in?
And then you'd been reading for a while. You'd found things you *really* liked. As well as the things that you didn't. You knew people were into them, but you weren't and that's okay. Like kinks. Mostly things were well labeled, though. You'd become a discerning fic reader.
And then. And then. You start getting these ideas. You would read something and go, "OH, I know what happens next." Or "But what if instead of that, this happened?" You start writing all these crazy little ideas down in that seekret folder labeled 'taxdocs01-04' under the label ongoing projects.
But it's *not just you* You've read about this in the comments! They call them bunnies! and.. and.. and..
People talk about them! And write about them! and trade them back and forth!
They turn into stories!!!!
But waitaminute.
You've never written anything before. You've *read* bad fics. You know where that leads. And the people on your friends list are *really* good. And kind of *really* scary smart.
What if you eff this up? What if you're really bad?
Okay. You've done new things before. Most things get better with practice, you know this.
So....No hurry. Relax. Ummmm.
So yeah, that's where we are. I think that comment for your fic was the closest thing to a fic I've ever written. Really, I didn't realize I was writing it like that until I was more than halfway done. Thank you for the incredible compliment. I've been a fan of for yours for a while now.
If there is anything I could do to encourage you to take that leap, let me know. I'd love to see something you've written.
Would you mind if I friended you?
Please, feel free to. I love new friends.