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thete1's fault. As are some of the lines, and a lot of the action.
Notes: Totally gratuitous chatborn porn threesomes.
It's generally acknowledged that Batman is, like, freaky protective over his territory, something that goes right down to the people, and Wally sometimes thinks (quietly, and quickly, and he's absolutely sure no-one else is around) that Batman is a big old, really scary, *drama queen*, overly invested in that whole lurk-in-the-shadows, lone-mysterious-wolf act, when actually, he's got a bunch of people that are *his*.
Batman was *so* an only child. And every one of his teachers from creepy bat-kindergarten up must've put "Must learn to share" on his school reports.
Though, in all fairness, if Wally had toys as cool as Batman's, he wouldn't want anyone else playing with them either. Okay, so Nightwing and Batgirl and Robin aren't toys, exactly, but the point still holds. Batman is greedy and needs to learn to share his cool friends with his *other* cool-- (and it's another thought that Wally tries not o think about Batman in case he picks it up, but...) his other cool *friends*, even if the B-man wants to think of them as only associates or something. Superman's brought brownies up to the watchtower, and homemade oatmeal cookies, and he even made Batman take some back in a bag, "For Robin and Nightwing."
Wally doesn't actually know what Superman said to get Batman to let his baby-bat-bird... people visit them in the tower, and he probably doesn't want to know. Super-hearing must give Superman some *scary* blackmail material.
The point is, they're here and it's cool. Freaky, but cool, which is also a good description of the whole Batclan, even if he can't decide if it's freakier in the ways that they're like Batman, or the ways that they're *not*.
They're a lot more sociable then Batman, which really isn't saying much, but it does mean that their freaky-coolness is more *there*, and not just lurking in the shadows.
Plus side, they seem to like him. "You should drop by Gotham sometime," Robin says. Wally can't stop looking at his hair, because at least his costume means he never has to worry about bad-hair days on the job, only cowl-hair after, but *Robin*... how does he get his hair to stay up life that? Is it hard? He brushes it quick enough that Robin probably can't see, and huh. Soft, which is even freakier. Maybe some kind of special bat-made hair treatment?
"Yeah, because Batman is so understanding about other heroes in his city," Wally says when he remembers Robin said something.
"It's good for him, keeps him on his toes," Nightwing says. He's standing behind Robin, and he probably *did* see Wally mess up the kid's hair, because he ruffles it himself, and then leaves his hand on Robin's head. "And we were thinking you could visit more-socially." He's still got his hand in Robin's hair, but Robin doesn't seem to mind, and it's doing no real damage to his hairstyle. Bat-hair-gel must *rock*. "Plus," Nightwing says, "It's good for the boy." He ruffles his hair again. "He needs more friends, and he needs to learn how to play nicely with other costumes."
"No argument here," Robin says.
"Cool!" Wally says, trying to look like it is cool, and not like the captain of the mathletics team being asked to the prom by the head cheerleader. "I'm here for you, man, any time you want to-"
"Play," Robin says, kind of sharp. He looks up at Nightwing. "Not that I don't enjoy our time together, but a little variety is good sometimes. It's nice to have someone new to do stuff with."
"I think we're pretty much in agreement about that," Nightwing says. "And I've got to be honest, the Flash's abilities seem like they'd make things-interesting."
Wally nods, because he's getting one of those people-are-saying-things-they're-not saying feelings, and it's giving him West-family-reunion flashbacks. Or like sitting in on a conversation between Superman and the Bat. And their expressions are kind of-scary, which is odd, because it's not like they've really changed since they started talking to him, so he's probably just imagining it. Unless they've been scary all the time, and he's just noticing it *now*.
He's not always very observant.
It's just a little-there's something about the way they're standing, and he just can't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it's just the closeness. Guys generally don't stand that close, outside of sports, weddings and funerals.
"So, are you guys brothers?"
They look at each other.
"No," Nightwing says.
Robin makes a so-so gesture. "Sort of."
"A little."
"In a way."
"...." Wally looks at them again, because that explanation entirely *failed* to clear anything up. Nightwing's hand is still resting on Robin's head, and Wally can just see his fingers stretch a little, smallest stroke possible. "Batman gives this whole only-child vibe," he says, because what's a second's silence for them feels like *hours* for him. "He never learnt to play well with others."
"Not good at sharing either," Nightwing says. Wally smirks, because it's nice to be able to bitch about Batman with people who would almost definitely know if he was lurking in the shadows.
"But we are," Robin says. "At least, we're good at sharing with each other." He's smirking too, but his smirk is a lot more *smirkfull* than Wally's. He tones it down a bit and shrugs. "We do a lot of training together. The physical stuff, hand-to-hand training, I probably work with Nightwing than Batman. He's a lot closer to my body-type, or at least, when he was-"
"Before I grew up. Can't stay a scrawny teenager forever," Nightwing says. "But our styles, for our body-types, are a lot more compatible. Emphasis on the acrobatics, flexible, fast and-"
"Bouncy," Wally says, because that's the first word that popped into his head. "Like a spring." *That's* what this is reminding him of-Nightwing's hand on Robin's head is like holding a thumb on a spring, pressing down so all the tension is coiled and *restrained* and then when he lets go-- *sproing*. Or something.
"Bouncy is one word for it," Nightwing says. "I've got others."
"I prefer energetic. Limber. Flexible's good too," Robin says, not quite laughing and looking up to meet Nightwing's eyes. It makes Nightwing drop his hand down from the top of Robin's head to his neck.
"I'm thinking energetic's probably a better description of the Flash," Nightwing says, and Wally can see his thumb just moving on Robin's neck, stroking where the hair's short enough to do that soft/bristly thing.
Speedforce repair rate takes care of a lot of the problems with fair skin. He never has to worry about sunburn, for a start, but it doesn't do anything to stop Wally feeling his face get red and he's *blushing*, even if he's not really sure why. "It, uh, the speedforce means never having to worry about the batteries running down," he says.
"Good to know," Robin says.
"But you spend a lot of time- a lot of time for me- being hungry."
"Yeah?" Robin grins. "I think we could work with that."
And-- Wally gets this thing sometimes. It's like the opposite of something being too fast to see, because when his personal speed is up, the rest of the world moves so slowly it's hard to tell what's moving at *all*, so he really isn't sure for a moment that he sees anything, until he stops and replays it at normal speed in his head. Nightwing is standing so close to Robin, and he does that stroking thing again and Robin shivers and pushes *back*.
That's-- that didn't seem any kind of fraternal the way Wally thinks of it. Especially when Robin notices him staring and (of course he notices, he's *Robin*) grins and does this little stretching in place thing that Nightwing must be able to feel, standing as close as he is.
He's still got his hand on Robin's neck and he puts his other hand on Robin's shoulder and it should be okay, but it's kind of *not*. Wally can actually feel his face get redder. Robin's staring at him, then kind of puts his hand behind him a little, so it's touching the side of Nightwing's leg, making Wally blush harder. "This is so cool! His face practically matches his suit!"
"It's called *blushing*, Robin. It's what happens when you have shame."
Robin grins. "Yeah, how would you know?"
"Observation," Nightwing says, and he sounds really, creepily like Batman when he's having *fun*. "Hmm." And the hand that was on Robin's shoulder slides down to Robin's arm, slides down that until his fingers are just slipping inside Robin's glove -gauntlet?- thing. "Interesting," he says, then takes it out. Wally breathes a little easier, then Nightwing puts it back somewhere else and Robin *licks his lips*, which-- Wally's are getting a little dry, too, but that's no excuse for Robin to-- and his face must be lit up like Rudolph's nose.
"Now you're doing it on purpose!" he says.
"Oh, he totally was before, too," Robin says. "I can always tell when Nightwing is being-- *deliberate*." He pushes back against Nightwing, and Nightwing's hand, the one on his neck, slides down the front to stroke the R symbol, tracing the letter, and Wally can't, actually, breathe. Robin tilts his head back a little, so he must just be looking at Nightwing's eyes and says, "Plus, we weren't exactly being *subtle*."
"Not by most definitions, no," Nightwing agrees. "You know, we were both trained by the world's greatest detective. That kind of thing encourages your natural curiosity, and makes you really inclined to having your questions answered. Whatever the subject matter." He looks up from Robin, straight at Wally, smirking like-- like Batman takes them all to one side and teaches them that exact expression-- and then just *picks* Robin up. Robin twists to face Nightwing, wrapping his legs around him and *kisses* him. Messy and loud and don't they know there's people with super-hearing and bugs and telepathy on this--
Still kissing, and Robin groans and Wally--
Has to leave, like *now* before he embarrasses himself and maybe brings the wrath of Batman down on him for--
Shoves his tights down and gets his hands in and just-- over really quickly, but he's good for a second go and then--
Um.
Robin and Nightwing are looking at him. They're in his room and looking at him with the exact same, smirking *watchfulness*.
He should probably stop jerking off at this point.
"You-- how'd you--?
"Slapped a tracer on you," Nightwing says. Wally manages -just- to stop jerking off, but the effort leaves him vibrating in place. "No, keep going," and he makes a carry-on gesture.
"Aw, he's slowed down," Robin says. "I didn't think that was possible with the Flash." And Wally starts to protest, but then Robin grins and says, "Maybe he needs a little inspiration." And he starts stripping off his cloak. Nightwing *helps* him, getting him out of the cloak and tunic in what is probably pretty good time, for anyone who's not Wally. Then Robin turns around, sticks his hand down Nightwing's tights and starts groping him like--
Well, like the teenager he probably is.
"Mmph, that gauntlet's cold," Nightwing says and Wally just comes all over himself. Again. His suit's gonna need to be cleaned.
Robin finishes getting naked, mostly, except for the masks he and Nightwing still have on and-- "Hey, why are you leaving the gauntlets on?" Wally asks.
"...Fingerprints," Robin says.
"On wha-- oh! Fuck, man, just..." Wally has his eyes open and *staring*, because the gauntlet is kind of cold, and slick and black wrapped around his cock. Getting messy with his come, using that to make it a bit slicker, but it's still not enough, because he *lets go* and Wally's about to say something, but then Robin's putting something clear on his fingers and *lube*, his mind supplies. "Where'd you get that from?" he asks, before thinking that maybe he doesn't wanna know.
"Utility belt," Nightwing says. "Standard issue."
"But didn't Batman..." Wally shakes that thought out of his head, fast enough to blur, and he doesn't notice Nightwing coming over until Nightwing's at the head of the bed, pinning Wally's arms and watching Robin *work*.
Robin's done this before, and Wally appreciates that. One finger, two, slick, slick gauntlets, crooking his fingers and-- fuck! Then Robin's got a smug little grin, and Wally is gasping because, *again*, and then he can't stop looking, that sharp grin and mask that fails to hide his look of *concentration*, like Wally's a difficult problem he needs to focus on. Nightwing's holding his hands still and his dick is so hard it hurts and he needs--
That, just that, again. And Robin's telepathic or maybe Wally said that out loud because he *does* and then he actually touches Wally's cock and--
Wally's gone again, and its really no comfort to know that he's gonna be ready for another round in about 0.08 seconds.
He'll take the afterglow while he can. Robin pulls his fingers out and, "You got more of that stuff?" Wally asks.
"Enough," Nightwing says.
"You guys have the best uniform design *ever*." He looks up at Nightwing and grins, then back at Robin at the foot of the bed. Robin has these little marks. A scar on his knee and a big bruise on his side in the pretty clear shape of a boot print, and a few others, smaller. One on his neck, one on the inside of his thigh. Robin follows his gaze and touches the one on his neck. "He likes the bruises."
"You see the one on his leg? I gave that to him yesterday, when we found out we're gonna come up here," Nightwing says. His voice sounds almost casual. "He had a pretty good bruise on his hip from getting fucked against the batmobile, but it's mostly faded now."
"If you held my hips tightly enough, you could leave bruises there for *days*, Robin says.
"Or the other way around," Nightwing says, taking over like they'd practised this. "Digging into you, and even if nothing was there *physically*," and he presses down on Wally's wrists, his finger's just curling in, "you'd still *know*. You'd still remember..." And he lets go of Wally's wrists, beckons at Robin and when Robin comes over he grabs him, pulls him up and tilts his neck back like something out of a bad vampire movie.
"You'd still feel it," Robin says, his voice a little shaky, a little hoarse from whatever Nightwing's doing to his throat. "Even if there's nothing there at *all*. Because -- enh, Dick -- because there could've been."
Wally's just vibrating in place. He wants to reach out, but he's really not sure if it's okay. They've done-- Robin's *finger-fucked* him, but he hasn't really touched them yet, and he's not sure if that's allowed. He doesn't know if he should, because, well, they're *Bats*. And also, maybe, they're *Bat's*, but that's something he should have thought about before he let them--
And then Robin grabs Wally's hand and *yanks* it down to his crotch. "Oh -- oh *fuck*, Flash, just -- the *vibration* --"
Nightwing breaks away from Robin to grin. "You know, we're been *speculating* about that."
"Huh?"
"Oh yeah. Long, in-depth discussions. Even tried out a little approximation, but it looks like Robin appreciates the real thing that much more."
And Robin's just making these little moaning *vibrating* sounds, and clutching Nightwing. Wally is just-- they're still wearing their freaking *masks*! He's got Robin's dick in his hand and he's still wearing the mask and the gauntlets and-- Nightwing's grinning at him and holding Robin in place. "You know, that noise he's making now?"
"I... I --" is about all Wally can manage.
"He's gonna come pretty soon."
"Oh *fuck* --"
Nightwing smirks. "Toldja. He's gonna need a minute or two."
Wally tries not to look too disappointed.
"I won't." And Nightwing lays Robin down on the bed and crawls over Wally, forcing him back down. "I don't need any time at *all*."
Robin rolls over onto his side and grins. "He really doesn't. And honestly, I don't think I'm gonna need the whole two minutes."
"Yeah?" Nightwing looks at him. "Well, jump in when you think you're *up* to it."
It probably says something about Wally that the pun turns him on as much as the actual *suggestion*. Not that the fact that Nightwing is licking his mouth and grinding against him isn't doing a pretty good job by itself.
"You taste like pixy stix."
"What flavour?" Robin asks.
"Hard to say."
"I..." Wally takes a deep breath. "Orange -- and red --"
"Red is a flavour?"
"Red is totally a flavour," Robin says.
"Sweet," Nightwing says.
Wally kind of wants to tell him that unless he's got a spare change of uniform, he might wanna change out of that one soon, but he's pretty sure he can't manage any actual words right now. He's aware of Robin saying something, but he can't spare any brain cells to concentrate on it. Robin sighs and bends down to say, right in Wally's ear, "He *really* likes it when you grab his hips and make him grind harder."
Wally bucks and Robin is grabbing his hands and putting them on Nightwing's hips. "Oh Jesus. I can feel it -- feel it --" Nightwing gasps out.
"In your *bones*," Robin says.
"Oh fuck -- I -- god, I --" He's not grinding any more. He's fucking against Wally, and Wally's whimpering and can't even *blink*, just buzzing in place because he can't even *think* about moving and he can't be *still*.
Robin's just on the edges, kind of kneeling near Wally's head and touching Wally's shoulder, enough maybe to feel the buzz go through him too. The way he is, he could kiss Nightwing or Wally, if he moved just a bit, and Wally doesn't know which would be *better*.
Until Robin kisses him and he *does*. And Wally buzzes *harder* and Nightwing *groans* and Robin makes a high little *noise* into Nightwing's mouth and Nightwing is just --
"Fuck -- fuck, Flash, push my tights down for me, I can't -- I --"
And Wally jerks and *shoves* them down and comes all over Nightwing's *jock*
Robin is still kissing him and Nightwing kind of laughs, because Wally is more than ready to go again. Robin kissing him distracts from the need to actually *slow down* at all, get his body on the same rough rate as everybody else's. So he just kisses faster and harder until Robin is whimpering constantly and clawing at the pillows.
"You *could* let him breathe," Nightwing says.
And Wally breaks the kiss and gasps and Robin falls *over* --
"Oh God, Robin, I'm --"
And Robin just pants and laughs and reaches down and *squeezes* his own dick.
"Yeah, and you could finish already, some of us need *our* turn."
Nightwing is -- he looks like there are things he wants to say, will say, about being the only one to *appreciate* drawing it out a little, about anticipation and *self-control* and Wally thinks he probably will say all those things in about 30 seconds, after he comes.
And he shoves his sticky jock aside and *looks* at Wally. And then starts jerking himself off.
"Lemmehelpyouwiththat," Wally says.
Nightwing doesn't look like he needs much help, but he's not stopping Wally from lending a hand either. "Be my -- heh -- guest -- ooh."
Robin's just-- touching himself, not jerking off, but-- and then Robin looks at Nightwing and says, "That? That's exactly what I was feeling ten minutes ago."
"I can understand -- nnn -- the appeal --"
And Wally *wants* to just keep vibrating the way Nightwing -- they way *both* of them -- like it, but he can't stop moving his hips. and he wants Nightwing to come before he comes again because otherwise, it's just kinda embarrassing.
Robin reaches over and pets Wally's mouth. "I think I want to watch you sucking him off."
And Nightwing groans and Wally stops worrying about being embarrassed. Gets his free hand on his own cock, but--
"No!" Robin says, his voice *sharp*. He reaches over and grabs Wally's wrist, holding it *hard* and pulling it away, which is good, because Wally's pretty sure he couldn't have managed that himself. Batman must be teaching them the advanced course in will power. Robin's talking and if he concentrates, he can actually *understand* the words.
"You come up here, like-- yeah, like that. Nightwing, you--"
Nightwing doesn't need to wait.
Wally-- deep breath, and his lips are dry and one hand's going down to stroke himself, but Robin grabs it *again*, holding it and twisting it just a little, so it hurts if he tries to break out, and tight enough that it feels like being *bound*.
"After," he says. "It'll be worth it."
And Wally *believes* him, but it's -- hard. And he'll laugh at himself just as soon as he can stop staring at Nightwing's dick, and his gauntleted hand around it -- guiding it -- and Wally licks his lips and opens his mouth and it feels like it takes *forever* but finally Nightwing pushes *in*.
Just-- he wants to keep his eyes open, look up and see Nightwing's (prettymasks, never gonna be able to see a mask without thinking of this) face, or close and see the gauntlet, slick and black and just a little bit rough for grip on the side, see where it's touching Nightwing, but he just--
And it's quick, even by *his* standards, but Nightwing's coming, and he swallows and Nightwing kind of collapses to one side, but Robin--
Robin is still there, kneeling and *looking* at him, and Wally's trying not to-- actually that's a lie, he *is* trying to look exactly as desperate and needy as he is, even if part of him's thinking that it's Robin. He's (probably) younger than Wally is. And another part of him is just thinking, it's *Robin*
Robin knows what to do to make it goodbetter*best*
Robin smirks and says, "So I'm thinking this could go two ways. Three, if Nightwing can recover any time soon. You can fuck me or I can fuck you and--" Wally bucks up and Robin puts his hand flat on Wally's stomach and leans on it, putting enough weight on it to keep him from moving. "That work for you then?"
Wally can't actually speak, so he's nodding his head and then has to think and slow it down enough that Tim can actually *see it*.
Robin's fingers are in him again, and this time it's a little more *brisk*, and it's *preparing* Wally, and Wally-- fuck-- notyetnotyetnotyetnot*yet*
Robin keeps *stopping* when Wally thinks he's gonna come, and Nightwing says, his voice back to casual, "You don't need to worry about that; he's got about 0.25 seconds refractory period."
Robin looks at Nightwing and his expression is just-- "That's really not the point," he says. Looks at Wally. "It'll be better if you come when I'm fucking you." Nothing but absolute certainty in his voice.
Then Robin takes his fingers out and "no!" mixes with "*finally*", because Robin is looking at him and--
His. His own. Gauntlet on him, guiding him. Hand. Thing. *Fuck*.
Wally can actually feel his brain breaking and he has one moment of pity for J'onn, because he's gonna have to deal with brokenbrainWally from now own, and then-- uhh.
Robin knows exactly what to do, and he can *feel* Nightwing watching, and then Nightwing takes Wally's hand, puts it on Wally with his own resting on it and-- "You know, Batman gave us the pass codes for the tower; we can come up here whenever we want."
He can hear Robin making the same ("You know that noise he's making right now? He's gonna come pretty soon.") sounds he made earlier and then Wally's coming and he's just-- gone.
Comes back a few seconds later because Robin's just that little bit more desperate, his hair all sweaty and hanging and Robin's *gauntlets* digging into the sheets, and Nightwing's using Wally's come to make things a little bit messier in the best way and-- boom, there he goes again.
When he manages to open his eyes, he sees Nightwing looking at him. Robin's unconscious, or maybe just faking it, suprisingly *not* that heavy a weight on him.
Nightwing goes to stroke through Robin's hair, realises how messy it is, and licks it clean. It's kind of-- gratuitous, but Wally's all in favour of gratuitousness, and Robin should either get off him or wake up.
Nightwing's hand is clean, and he combs Robin's hair back, stroking through it. It's soft and familiar and almost *brotherly* and if Robin doesn't wake up soon, the whole thing's gonna be a moot point.
"I've seen the designs for this place," Nightwing says. "The shower-rooms look pretty impressive."
Wally looks at him and blinks because-- drop the soap? *Embrace* the clichés there, Nightwing. Then he grins.
He's always been in favour of tradition.
End.
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to the wonderful world of DCU toons
Extra disclaimer: All
thete1's fault. As are some of the lines, and a lot of the action.Notes: Totally gratuitous chatborn porn threesomes.
It's generally acknowledged that Batman is, like, freaky protective over his territory, something that goes right down to the people, and Wally sometimes thinks (quietly, and quickly, and he's absolutely sure no-one else is around) that Batman is a big old, really scary, *drama queen*, overly invested in that whole lurk-in-the-shadows, lone-mysterious-wolf act, when actually, he's got a bunch of people that are *his*.
Batman was *so* an only child. And every one of his teachers from creepy bat-kindergarten up must've put "Must learn to share" on his school reports.
Though, in all fairness, if Wally had toys as cool as Batman's, he wouldn't want anyone else playing with them either. Okay, so Nightwing and Batgirl and Robin aren't toys, exactly, but the point still holds. Batman is greedy and needs to learn to share his cool friends with his *other* cool-- (and it's another thought that Wally tries not o think about Batman in case he picks it up, but...) his other cool *friends*, even if the B-man wants to think of them as only associates or something. Superman's brought brownies up to the watchtower, and homemade oatmeal cookies, and he even made Batman take some back in a bag, "For Robin and Nightwing."
Wally doesn't actually know what Superman said to get Batman to let his baby-bat-bird... people visit them in the tower, and he probably doesn't want to know. Super-hearing must give Superman some *scary* blackmail material.
The point is, they're here and it's cool. Freaky, but cool, which is also a good description of the whole Batclan, even if he can't decide if it's freakier in the ways that they're like Batman, or the ways that they're *not*.
They're a lot more sociable then Batman, which really isn't saying much, but it does mean that their freaky-coolness is more *there*, and not just lurking in the shadows.
Plus side, they seem to like him. "You should drop by Gotham sometime," Robin says. Wally can't stop looking at his hair, because at least his costume means he never has to worry about bad-hair days on the job, only cowl-hair after, but *Robin*... how does he get his hair to stay up life that? Is it hard? He brushes it quick enough that Robin probably can't see, and huh. Soft, which is even freakier. Maybe some kind of special bat-made hair treatment?
"Yeah, because Batman is so understanding about other heroes in his city," Wally says when he remembers Robin said something.
"It's good for him, keeps him on his toes," Nightwing says. He's standing behind Robin, and he probably *did* see Wally mess up the kid's hair, because he ruffles it himself, and then leaves his hand on Robin's head. "And we were thinking you could visit more-socially." He's still got his hand in Robin's hair, but Robin doesn't seem to mind, and it's doing no real damage to his hairstyle. Bat-hair-gel must *rock*. "Plus," Nightwing says, "It's good for the boy." He ruffles his hair again. "He needs more friends, and he needs to learn how to play nicely with other costumes."
"No argument here," Robin says.
"Cool!" Wally says, trying to look like it is cool, and not like the captain of the mathletics team being asked to the prom by the head cheerleader. "I'm here for you, man, any time you want to-"
"Play," Robin says, kind of sharp. He looks up at Nightwing. "Not that I don't enjoy our time together, but a little variety is good sometimes. It's nice to have someone new to do stuff with."
"I think we're pretty much in agreement about that," Nightwing says. "And I've got to be honest, the Flash's abilities seem like they'd make things-interesting."
Wally nods, because he's getting one of those people-are-saying-things-they're-not saying feelings, and it's giving him West-family-reunion flashbacks. Or like sitting in on a conversation between Superman and the Bat. And their expressions are kind of-scary, which is odd, because it's not like they've really changed since they started talking to him, so he's probably just imagining it. Unless they've been scary all the time, and he's just noticing it *now*.
He's not always very observant.
It's just a little-there's something about the way they're standing, and he just can't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it's just the closeness. Guys generally don't stand that close, outside of sports, weddings and funerals.
"So, are you guys brothers?"
They look at each other.
"No," Nightwing says.
Robin makes a so-so gesture. "Sort of."
"A little."
"In a way."
"...." Wally looks at them again, because that explanation entirely *failed* to clear anything up. Nightwing's hand is still resting on Robin's head, and Wally can just see his fingers stretch a little, smallest stroke possible. "Batman gives this whole only-child vibe," he says, because what's a second's silence for them feels like *hours* for him. "He never learnt to play well with others."
"Not good at sharing either," Nightwing says. Wally smirks, because it's nice to be able to bitch about Batman with people who would almost definitely know if he was lurking in the shadows.
"But we are," Robin says. "At least, we're good at sharing with each other." He's smirking too, but his smirk is a lot more *smirkfull* than Wally's. He tones it down a bit and shrugs. "We do a lot of training together. The physical stuff, hand-to-hand training, I probably work with Nightwing than Batman. He's a lot closer to my body-type, or at least, when he was-"
"Before I grew up. Can't stay a scrawny teenager forever," Nightwing says. "But our styles, for our body-types, are a lot more compatible. Emphasis on the acrobatics, flexible, fast and-"
"Bouncy," Wally says, because that's the first word that popped into his head. "Like a spring." *That's* what this is reminding him of-Nightwing's hand on Robin's head is like holding a thumb on a spring, pressing down so all the tension is coiled and *restrained* and then when he lets go-- *sproing*. Or something.
"Bouncy is one word for it," Nightwing says. "I've got others."
"I prefer energetic. Limber. Flexible's good too," Robin says, not quite laughing and looking up to meet Nightwing's eyes. It makes Nightwing drop his hand down from the top of Robin's head to his neck.
"I'm thinking energetic's probably a better description of the Flash," Nightwing says, and Wally can see his thumb just moving on Robin's neck, stroking where the hair's short enough to do that soft/bristly thing.
Speedforce repair rate takes care of a lot of the problems with fair skin. He never has to worry about sunburn, for a start, but it doesn't do anything to stop Wally feeling his face get red and he's *blushing*, even if he's not really sure why. "It, uh, the speedforce means never having to worry about the batteries running down," he says.
"Good to know," Robin says.
"But you spend a lot of time- a lot of time for me- being hungry."
"Yeah?" Robin grins. "I think we could work with that."
And-- Wally gets this thing sometimes. It's like the opposite of something being too fast to see, because when his personal speed is up, the rest of the world moves so slowly it's hard to tell what's moving at *all*, so he really isn't sure for a moment that he sees anything, until he stops and replays it at normal speed in his head. Nightwing is standing so close to Robin, and he does that stroking thing again and Robin shivers and pushes *back*.
That's-- that didn't seem any kind of fraternal the way Wally thinks of it. Especially when Robin notices him staring and (of course he notices, he's *Robin*) grins and does this little stretching in place thing that Nightwing must be able to feel, standing as close as he is.
He's still got his hand on Robin's neck and he puts his other hand on Robin's shoulder and it should be okay, but it's kind of *not*. Wally can actually feel his face get redder. Robin's staring at him, then kind of puts his hand behind him a little, so it's touching the side of Nightwing's leg, making Wally blush harder. "This is so cool! His face practically matches his suit!"
"It's called *blushing*, Robin. It's what happens when you have shame."
Robin grins. "Yeah, how would you know?"
"Observation," Nightwing says, and he sounds really, creepily like Batman when he's having *fun*. "Hmm." And the hand that was on Robin's shoulder slides down to Robin's arm, slides down that until his fingers are just slipping inside Robin's glove -gauntlet?- thing. "Interesting," he says, then takes it out. Wally breathes a little easier, then Nightwing puts it back somewhere else and Robin *licks his lips*, which-- Wally's are getting a little dry, too, but that's no excuse for Robin to-- and his face must be lit up like Rudolph's nose.
"Now you're doing it on purpose!" he says.
"Oh, he totally was before, too," Robin says. "I can always tell when Nightwing is being-- *deliberate*." He pushes back against Nightwing, and Nightwing's hand, the one on his neck, slides down the front to stroke the R symbol, tracing the letter, and Wally can't, actually, breathe. Robin tilts his head back a little, so he must just be looking at Nightwing's eyes and says, "Plus, we weren't exactly being *subtle*."
"Not by most definitions, no," Nightwing agrees. "You know, we were both trained by the world's greatest detective. That kind of thing encourages your natural curiosity, and makes you really inclined to having your questions answered. Whatever the subject matter." He looks up from Robin, straight at Wally, smirking like-- like Batman takes them all to one side and teaches them that exact expression-- and then just *picks* Robin up. Robin twists to face Nightwing, wrapping his legs around him and *kisses* him. Messy and loud and don't they know there's people with super-hearing and bugs and telepathy on this--
Still kissing, and Robin groans and Wally--
Has to leave, like *now* before he embarrasses himself and maybe brings the wrath of Batman down on him for--
Shoves his tights down and gets his hands in and just-- over really quickly, but he's good for a second go and then--
Um.
Robin and Nightwing are looking at him. They're in his room and looking at him with the exact same, smirking *watchfulness*.
He should probably stop jerking off at this point.
"You-- how'd you--?
"Slapped a tracer on you," Nightwing says. Wally manages -just- to stop jerking off, but the effort leaves him vibrating in place. "No, keep going," and he makes a carry-on gesture.
"Aw, he's slowed down," Robin says. "I didn't think that was possible with the Flash." And Wally starts to protest, but then Robin grins and says, "Maybe he needs a little inspiration." And he starts stripping off his cloak. Nightwing *helps* him, getting him out of the cloak and tunic in what is probably pretty good time, for anyone who's not Wally. Then Robin turns around, sticks his hand down Nightwing's tights and starts groping him like--
Well, like the teenager he probably is.
"Mmph, that gauntlet's cold," Nightwing says and Wally just comes all over himself. Again. His suit's gonna need to be cleaned.
Robin finishes getting naked, mostly, except for the masks he and Nightwing still have on and-- "Hey, why are you leaving the gauntlets on?" Wally asks.
"...Fingerprints," Robin says.
"On wha-- oh! Fuck, man, just..." Wally has his eyes open and *staring*, because the gauntlet is kind of cold, and slick and black wrapped around his cock. Getting messy with his come, using that to make it a bit slicker, but it's still not enough, because he *lets go* and Wally's about to say something, but then Robin's putting something clear on his fingers and *lube*, his mind supplies. "Where'd you get that from?" he asks, before thinking that maybe he doesn't wanna know.
"Utility belt," Nightwing says. "Standard issue."
"But didn't Batman..." Wally shakes that thought out of his head, fast enough to blur, and he doesn't notice Nightwing coming over until Nightwing's at the head of the bed, pinning Wally's arms and watching Robin *work*.
Robin's done this before, and Wally appreciates that. One finger, two, slick, slick gauntlets, crooking his fingers and-- fuck! Then Robin's got a smug little grin, and Wally is gasping because, *again*, and then he can't stop looking, that sharp grin and mask that fails to hide his look of *concentration*, like Wally's a difficult problem he needs to focus on. Nightwing's holding his hands still and his dick is so hard it hurts and he needs--
That, just that, again. And Robin's telepathic or maybe Wally said that out loud because he *does* and then he actually touches Wally's cock and--
Wally's gone again, and its really no comfort to know that he's gonna be ready for another round in about 0.08 seconds.
He'll take the afterglow while he can. Robin pulls his fingers out and, "You got more of that stuff?" Wally asks.
"Enough," Nightwing says.
"You guys have the best uniform design *ever*." He looks up at Nightwing and grins, then back at Robin at the foot of the bed. Robin has these little marks. A scar on his knee and a big bruise on his side in the pretty clear shape of a boot print, and a few others, smaller. One on his neck, one on the inside of his thigh. Robin follows his gaze and touches the one on his neck. "He likes the bruises."
"You see the one on his leg? I gave that to him yesterday, when we found out we're gonna come up here," Nightwing says. His voice sounds almost casual. "He had a pretty good bruise on his hip from getting fucked against the batmobile, but it's mostly faded now."
"If you held my hips tightly enough, you could leave bruises there for *days*, Robin says.
"Or the other way around," Nightwing says, taking over like they'd practised this. "Digging into you, and even if nothing was there *physically*," and he presses down on Wally's wrists, his finger's just curling in, "you'd still *know*. You'd still remember..." And he lets go of Wally's wrists, beckons at Robin and when Robin comes over he grabs him, pulls him up and tilts his neck back like something out of a bad vampire movie.
"You'd still feel it," Robin says, his voice a little shaky, a little hoarse from whatever Nightwing's doing to his throat. "Even if there's nothing there at *all*. Because -- enh, Dick -- because there could've been."
Wally's just vibrating in place. He wants to reach out, but he's really not sure if it's okay. They've done-- Robin's *finger-fucked* him, but he hasn't really touched them yet, and he's not sure if that's allowed. He doesn't know if he should, because, well, they're *Bats*. And also, maybe, they're *Bat's*, but that's something he should have thought about before he let them--
And then Robin grabs Wally's hand and *yanks* it down to his crotch. "Oh -- oh *fuck*, Flash, just -- the *vibration* --"
Nightwing breaks away from Robin to grin. "You know, we're been *speculating* about that."
"Huh?"
"Oh yeah. Long, in-depth discussions. Even tried out a little approximation, but it looks like Robin appreciates the real thing that much more."
And Robin's just making these little moaning *vibrating* sounds, and clutching Nightwing. Wally is just-- they're still wearing their freaking *masks*! He's got Robin's dick in his hand and he's still wearing the mask and the gauntlets and-- Nightwing's grinning at him and holding Robin in place. "You know, that noise he's making now?"
"I... I --" is about all Wally can manage.
"He's gonna come pretty soon."
"Oh *fuck* --"
Nightwing smirks. "Toldja. He's gonna need a minute or two."
Wally tries not to look too disappointed.
"I won't." And Nightwing lays Robin down on the bed and crawls over Wally, forcing him back down. "I don't need any time at *all*."
Robin rolls over onto his side and grins. "He really doesn't. And honestly, I don't think I'm gonna need the whole two minutes."
"Yeah?" Nightwing looks at him. "Well, jump in when you think you're *up* to it."
It probably says something about Wally that the pun turns him on as much as the actual *suggestion*. Not that the fact that Nightwing is licking his mouth and grinding against him isn't doing a pretty good job by itself.
"You taste like pixy stix."
"What flavour?" Robin asks.
"Hard to say."
"I..." Wally takes a deep breath. "Orange -- and red --"
"Red is a flavour?"
"Red is totally a flavour," Robin says.
"Sweet," Nightwing says.
Wally kind of wants to tell him that unless he's got a spare change of uniform, he might wanna change out of that one soon, but he's pretty sure he can't manage any actual words right now. He's aware of Robin saying something, but he can't spare any brain cells to concentrate on it. Robin sighs and bends down to say, right in Wally's ear, "He *really* likes it when you grab his hips and make him grind harder."
Wally bucks and Robin is grabbing his hands and putting them on Nightwing's hips. "Oh Jesus. I can feel it -- feel it --" Nightwing gasps out.
"In your *bones*," Robin says.
"Oh fuck -- I -- god, I --" He's not grinding any more. He's fucking against Wally, and Wally's whimpering and can't even *blink*, just buzzing in place because he can't even *think* about moving and he can't be *still*.
Robin's just on the edges, kind of kneeling near Wally's head and touching Wally's shoulder, enough maybe to feel the buzz go through him too. The way he is, he could kiss Nightwing or Wally, if he moved just a bit, and Wally doesn't know which would be *better*.
Until Robin kisses him and he *does*. And Wally buzzes *harder* and Nightwing *groans* and Robin makes a high little *noise* into Nightwing's mouth and Nightwing is just --
"Fuck -- fuck, Flash, push my tights down for me, I can't -- I --"
And Wally jerks and *shoves* them down and comes all over Nightwing's *jock*
Robin is still kissing him and Nightwing kind of laughs, because Wally is more than ready to go again. Robin kissing him distracts from the need to actually *slow down* at all, get his body on the same rough rate as everybody else's. So he just kisses faster and harder until Robin is whimpering constantly and clawing at the pillows.
"You *could* let him breathe," Nightwing says.
And Wally breaks the kiss and gasps and Robin falls *over* --
"Oh God, Robin, I'm --"
And Robin just pants and laughs and reaches down and *squeezes* his own dick.
"Yeah, and you could finish already, some of us need *our* turn."
Nightwing is -- he looks like there are things he wants to say, will say, about being the only one to *appreciate* drawing it out a little, about anticipation and *self-control* and Wally thinks he probably will say all those things in about 30 seconds, after he comes.
And he shoves his sticky jock aside and *looks* at Wally. And then starts jerking himself off.
"Lemmehelpyouwiththat," Wally says.
Nightwing doesn't look like he needs much help, but he's not stopping Wally from lending a hand either. "Be my -- heh -- guest -- ooh."
Robin's just-- touching himself, not jerking off, but-- and then Robin looks at Nightwing and says, "That? That's exactly what I was feeling ten minutes ago."
"I can understand -- nnn -- the appeal --"
And Wally *wants* to just keep vibrating the way Nightwing -- they way *both* of them -- like it, but he can't stop moving his hips. and he wants Nightwing to come before he comes again because otherwise, it's just kinda embarrassing.
Robin reaches over and pets Wally's mouth. "I think I want to watch you sucking him off."
And Nightwing groans and Wally stops worrying about being embarrassed. Gets his free hand on his own cock, but--
"No!" Robin says, his voice *sharp*. He reaches over and grabs Wally's wrist, holding it *hard* and pulling it away, which is good, because Wally's pretty sure he couldn't have managed that himself. Batman must be teaching them the advanced course in will power. Robin's talking and if he concentrates, he can actually *understand* the words.
"You come up here, like-- yeah, like that. Nightwing, you--"
Nightwing doesn't need to wait.
Wally-- deep breath, and his lips are dry and one hand's going down to stroke himself, but Robin grabs it *again*, holding it and twisting it just a little, so it hurts if he tries to break out, and tight enough that it feels like being *bound*.
"After," he says. "It'll be worth it."
And Wally *believes* him, but it's -- hard. And he'll laugh at himself just as soon as he can stop staring at Nightwing's dick, and his gauntleted hand around it -- guiding it -- and Wally licks his lips and opens his mouth and it feels like it takes *forever* but finally Nightwing pushes *in*.
Just-- he wants to keep his eyes open, look up and see Nightwing's (prettymasks, never gonna be able to see a mask without thinking of this) face, or close and see the gauntlet, slick and black and just a little bit rough for grip on the side, see where it's touching Nightwing, but he just--
And it's quick, even by *his* standards, but Nightwing's coming, and he swallows and Nightwing kind of collapses to one side, but Robin--
Robin is still there, kneeling and *looking* at him, and Wally's trying not to-- actually that's a lie, he *is* trying to look exactly as desperate and needy as he is, even if part of him's thinking that it's Robin. He's (probably) younger than Wally is. And another part of him is just thinking, it's *Robin*
Robin knows what to do to make it goodbetter*best*
Robin smirks and says, "So I'm thinking this could go two ways. Three, if Nightwing can recover any time soon. You can fuck me or I can fuck you and--" Wally bucks up and Robin puts his hand flat on Wally's stomach and leans on it, putting enough weight on it to keep him from moving. "That work for you then?"
Wally can't actually speak, so he's nodding his head and then has to think and slow it down enough that Tim can actually *see it*.
Robin's fingers are in him again, and this time it's a little more *brisk*, and it's *preparing* Wally, and Wally-- fuck-- notyetnotyetnotyetnot*yet*
Robin keeps *stopping* when Wally thinks he's gonna come, and Nightwing says, his voice back to casual, "You don't need to worry about that; he's got about 0.25 seconds refractory period."
Robin looks at Nightwing and his expression is just-- "That's really not the point," he says. Looks at Wally. "It'll be better if you come when I'm fucking you." Nothing but absolute certainty in his voice.
Then Robin takes his fingers out and "no!" mixes with "*finally*", because Robin is looking at him and--
His. His own. Gauntlet on him, guiding him. Hand. Thing. *Fuck*.
Wally can actually feel his brain breaking and he has one moment of pity for J'onn, because he's gonna have to deal with brokenbrainWally from now own, and then-- uhh.
Robin knows exactly what to do, and he can *feel* Nightwing watching, and then Nightwing takes Wally's hand, puts it on Wally with his own resting on it and-- "You know, Batman gave us the pass codes for the tower; we can come up here whenever we want."
He can hear Robin making the same ("You know that noise he's making right now? He's gonna come pretty soon.") sounds he made earlier and then Wally's coming and he's just-- gone.
Comes back a few seconds later because Robin's just that little bit more desperate, his hair all sweaty and hanging and Robin's *gauntlets* digging into the sheets, and Nightwing's using Wally's come to make things a little bit messier in the best way and-- boom, there he goes again.
When he manages to open his eyes, he sees Nightwing looking at him. Robin's unconscious, or maybe just faking it, suprisingly *not* that heavy a weight on him.
Nightwing goes to stroke through Robin's hair, realises how messy it is, and licks it clean. It's kind of-- gratuitous, but Wally's all in favour of gratuitousness, and Robin should either get off him or wake up.
Nightwing's hand is clean, and he combs Robin's hair back, stroking through it. It's soft and familiar and almost *brotherly* and if Robin doesn't wake up soon, the whole thing's gonna be a moot point.
"I've seen the designs for this place," Nightwing says. "The shower-rooms look pretty impressive."
Wally looks at him and blinks because-- drop the soap? *Embrace* the clichés there, Nightwing. Then he grins.
He's always been in favour of tradition.
End.
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Date: 2005-01-19 10:11 am (UTC)::commentary interrupted by brain-brokenness::
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Date: 2005-01-19 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 10:19 am (UTC)*clutches you, staples you to toonverse, and joygasms*
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Date: 2005-01-19 10:21 am (UTC)*is distracted by Terry and Wally discussing porn while old!Bruce smirks and strokes the hair of a matching smirk-wearing Timmy*
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Date: 2005-01-19 01:09 pm (UTC)That... I... oh... GOD.
*is totally, utterly incoherent with glee*
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Date: 2005-01-19 09:12 pm (UTC)I'm also a little worried that "sweet holy *PORN*" will now be my new all-purpose exclamation.
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Date: 2005-01-19 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 03:06 pm (UTC)Damnit, now I need to go to Biology class and act normal!
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Date: 2005-01-19 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 03:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 07:24 pm (UTC)Dick and Tim are really one scary, smirky Team of Porny Power, aren't they?
Poor Wally... lucky, lucky, lucky Wally.
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Date: 2005-01-19 09:07 pm (UTC)Also, "Scary, smirky Team of Porny Power" is how I will refer to the birdboys from now on.
Like the icon says
Date: 2005-01-19 10:59 pm (UTC)(earlier comment deleted due to dumb-assed icon mix-up)
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Date: 2005-01-19 11:58 pm (UTC)Re: Like the icon says
Date: 2005-01-20 01:14 am (UTC)Re: Like the icon says
Date: 2005-01-20 01:39 am (UTC)More issues should have Dick getting his uniform shredded.
Oh, and if you're ever on aim, I'm there as ladynettle if you fancy a chat.
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Date: 2005-01-20 01:53 am (UTC)But yes. Dick. I actually don't like the beefy Scott McDaniels look so much for him. I'm fonder of the more, mmm.... lithe look he has in the recent Outsiders (excluding the recent crossover-which-must-not-be-named) But the look Tim's giving him? There was no way I could pass over that image.
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Date: 2005-01-20 02:53 am (UTC)Crotch shot. Pursed lips. Cleavage.
This fandom r0x0r.
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Date: 2005-01-20 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-20 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-20 11:12 am (UTC)Yeah? I just wish I do. Thanks for the feedback. This pairing does seem to bring the happy.
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Date: 2005-01-20 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-20 11:15 am (UTC)Posting again cause I had spelling errors in my last post for which I sincerely apologize but my brain was broken from the unwholesome porny goodness . I'm better now.Sort of.
Aww...
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Date: 2005-01-21 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-22 11:38 pm (UTC)And the lines! Some of my favorites:
"Play," Robin says, kind of sharp. He looks up at Nightwing. "Not that I don't enjoy our time together, but a little variety is good sometimes. It's nice to have someone new to do stuff with."
Wally nods, because he's getting one of those people-are-saying-things-they're-not saying feelings, and it's giving him West-family-reunion flashbacks.
"It's called *blushing*, Robin. It's what happens when you have shame."
Robin grins. "Yeah, how would you know?"
"Red is totally a flavour," Robin says.
*applauds and squees*
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Date: 2005-01-23 12:21 pm (UTC)And thanks-- I love your description of the fic.
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Date: 2006-09-28 08:41 pm (UTC)also, this:
He can hear Robin making the same ("You know that noise he's making right now? He's gonna come pretty soon.") sounds he made earlier
is awesome.
thank you!
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Date: 2006-09-29 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 08:27 am (UTC)There are too many things begging to be commented on that my brain isn't working and all I'm left with is:
TIM and DICK and NOT BEING SUBTLE. And Batman not knowing how to share, and Robin and Nightwing sharing with each other. And WALLY just being HIM.
*pants*
GOD, it's like, I didn't even KNOW I could enjoy something so much. You are like brilliant, in every way possible.
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Date: 2006-11-07 02:17 pm (UTC)