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sylph_ficsNow for the second half of the commentary...
Part 2
Dick hit the floor with a gasp as 200 pounds of solid muscle landed over him--he'd been inviting it, he knew, taunting the archer in his own place like that. The chase, the sound of Roy trying to catch him was somehow just what he'd needed. He accepted the pin, arched into it--yelped softly as Roy's mouth settled on his throat and the archer's hips settled between his legs--and twisted slightly as Roy took care of pinning his arms, too. He squirmed, panting, half out of his mind as Roy worked at the side of his throat //Jesus, Roy, vampire fetish? Oh, oh, god...// he moaned as Roy shifted slightly, settling to put better pressure on his already-aching cock, and tried to get his arms free, wanting to get his hands on the man over him. The effort got a snarl, and Roy's mouth lifted off his throat.
I have this thing about territorial heroes. Yes, yes I do. And Roy's so possessive sometimes.
"No way, Wing--" Then Roy froze, and his eyes started to bleed back to green, only half-visible in the light coming in the windows. "Dick... you do want this?" //C'mon, tell me I'm right... I will never forgive myself if you don't...//
"Jesus Christ yes, Harper! What do I have to do, engrave an invitation?! Get with the program, hotshot, I want you!"
Roy's lips twisted in a smile, then narrowed again, "Then why fight me?"
"I want to touch you, idiot... oh. If I need you to stop, it's "violet". Anything less, ignore me, I'm talking because it gets you hot." //C'mon, Harper... you've got to know the idea...//
This is them negotiating. Really it is. And I loved the expression I saw Roy get when Dick said that. Why violet? I honestly don't know.
"Think so?" Roy asked even as his higher thought-processes mainly shut down. "And I did notknow you were that kinky..."
How did you miss it, Roy?
Dick arched himself up enough to shove his tongue into Roy's mouth in a not-subtle 'shut-up,' and Roy kissed him back for a minute, then dragged his mouth away and bit at Dick's jaw, gently.
"God, you fuck with my head..." He pressed down a little harder on Dick's arms as he nipped his way down the side of his throat--and the black haired vigilante just arched into it, moaning softly, fingers spasming with a need that obviously wasn't going to be fulfilled... The redheaded archer had him, and wasn't about to let go.
And Dick loves that, possibly more than is healthy.
Roy just worked his way down the side of Dick's throat, feeling flexor muscles spasming under his hands as he pulled soft, gasping moans from the hero below him--each one just made him hotter. //That's right, Wing... make noise for me, let me know the damned Bat doesn't have you yet...// he thought--and the very idea made him bite down harder, harder than he meant to... but from the way Dick moaned, it wasn't an issue. He sucked at the bitten spot in apology, and slowly worked lower until the shirt stopped him. He licked the open line of Dick's bared throat while he thought about how to move them and get the shirt off without risking Dick getting control back. //Control...// "Dick?"
"mmm? Y-yeah, Roy?"
"We're overdressed."
"This is a newsflash?" The squirm Dick pulled off under him was probably illegal in a dozen states.
Listening to Roy think about Dick is a trip and a half. And in case you somehow missed it, marking one's lover is a kink of mine--and theirs.
"No, shortpants. What I'm wondering, is... how do I get you naked and in my bed without risking any of your sneaky turn-the-tables tricks?"
Dick blinked up at him, already half out of his mind with his teasing, and it took a second for the question to sink in. "I... won't. This... is good..." //more than good, this is perfect. ..// He couldn't help a small smirk at the look on Roy's face. //Gotcha, didn't I?// He flexed against Roy's hold, but not with enough intent to break it--and let Roy feel that, too. "I'll behave..."
Roy arched one brow, a trick he'd picked up from Dick, and--there was no other way to describe it--purred, "Promise?" //You never break your word. ..//
"I promise. I'--Show's all yours..." //Don't catch that, don't catch that!// the hero sent up a desperate prayer that Roy hadn't been listening close enough.
You do all know what Dick nearly said there, right? "I'm all yours", in case you didn't. And that happens to be more true than what he let himself say.
Roy caught it, but didn't say a thing. "All right." He convinced his body--with some effort--that getting off of Dick right now would lead to them both getting off later, and pushed to his feet, sliding a hand down to drag Dick up with him. "Come on, gorgeous... let's take this to a bed." //Are you sure you're awake, Harper? 'Cause this feels like a fantasy...//
I'm hoping everyone reading this has experienced that state at least once, known the head-spinning heat that makes you unwilling to let go for even a second even for something necessary. That's where Roy keeps landing, because Dick gets to him that hard--(yes, yes. He gets him that hard too)
Dick let Roy pull him up, and ran his hands down Roy's sides while he had the opportunity, distracting himself from their movement until the backs of his knees were against Roy's bed. He got rid of his boots by stepping on the heels and could feel Roy doing the same even as the taller redhead pushed his jacket down his arms, leaving him in just pants and the shirt almost adhered to him. He'd never felt vulnerable around Roy before, not even nude next to him in the showers, but... he did now. And the crazy thing was... he liked it. Roy flung the coat backwards at the door--and the heavy jacket knocked it closed.
"Nice shot..."
The man can turn on a baby monitor with a quarter and predict the revolutions of a spinning rock. Using a bomber jacket to close a door would not be difficult.
"I thought so," the archer agreed as he slid out of his own coat and tossed it behind him as well--and used the keys he'd somehow picked up to flick on the bedside lights--then his hands were back on Dick's body, stealing his ability to think even as they worked on unfastening his shirt. The vigilante shuddered, trying to force his control to return, hands coming up to work at Roy's buttons--and the redhead bit his shoulder. "Nah, Dick. .. let me handle things. Let me worry. .. When have I ever not had your back when it counted?"
Roy really hates that he has to qualify that sentence. It burns.
Dick snapped his eyes open, looking up into pure gold, and shook his head. "Never. ..but--" //But I have to be in control, have to keep it together... 's my job...//
"Then trust me now. Let me--just let me..." Dick really wanted to know what the rest of that sentence was.
"But..."
"Robbie. Quit stressing. I've got you. .." Roy pushed Dick's hands behind his back, then stroked his hands over bared skin, down Dick's sides, the shirt hanging open, buttons completely undone.
"I don't... what about--" //I can't not give back, Roy... 's too much like using you...//
Dick, sweetie, you have issues... Oh, wait. That's really not newsworthy.
"God. Don't worry about me, Robbie... Trust me, man. Just tell me if there's anything you don't want. I’ve got you, oath-brother. Other than that... let. Go."
Roy had a perfectly decent command-voice too, and wasn't above using it. He didn't bother hiding a triumphant smile as Dick relaxed into his hands, and slid one hand up to cup the back of his head as he kissed him again: hard, fierce, and hungry, trying to melt the rest of Dick's resistance away. With his free hand, he got Dick's cuffs unfastened, pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and coaxed it down solid-muscled arms, wondering how many times this night they were going to shift back and forth from desperate to gentle--and how it could manage to be both.
If that part of Dick's personality wasn't so useful right now, Roy might hate Bruce. As is, he's kind of grateful. He'll resent it for Dick's sake again later.
The shirt slid to the floor and Roy worked his hand between them to unfasten the simple black belt and tug it out of the loops, dropping it on top of the shirt. He managed to get his own belt along with Dick's, and dropped it as well, then broke the kiss long enough to topple Dick over onto his bed. He stopped as the other man writhed to settle properly on the bed, splaying out with his wrists up over his head.
"God," he said quietly, "you look..." He shut up before he could say something stupid and joined Dick on the bed, kissing him again--and getting his answer in the soft, quiet moan he heard as he stretched his weight out over Dick's left side. He wrapped one hand around Dick's wrists, and stroked the other down the side of his chest, noting the scars under his hand, the way Dick twisted under him, and the way his kiss went pleading, //trying to hurry things?// Roy wondered. //God, Wing... when was the last time someone took their time with you?//
Making sure I kept them sounding like men and not women was extremely difficult, because Roy really wanted to tell Dick just how lovely he looked like that. And the image of Roy with one big hand wrapped around Dick's wrists has made me melt every time I read it. That last line, though... Roy knows Dick's body far too well, and could read that. And he wasn't happy about it at all.
He broke the kiss to watch Dick's face as he stroked abs and obliques--and tightened his hand on Dick's wrists when the raven-haired man tried to reach for him. "No, Dick...my show."
Hearing that from that gentle, strong voice--no wonder Dick begged.
"Roy... Roy, please..."
Roy hid his shudder at hearing Dick beg--what should be so good turning his stomach at what it implied--and asked, "What, Dick?"
"Don't... don't tease..." //I don't know if I can handle it if you tease...//
"But, birdboy... that's half the fun.... You promised... am I going to have to tie you down to make you keep your word?" //Pushy, Roy, too pushy!//
My Roy is far more perceptive than a lot of people give him credit for, to see how Dick's feeling in those cues... That line about 'tie you down' fell out of my fingers and Roy's mouth and we were both utterly stunned at how Dick decided to respond.
Dick shuddered--he didn't know how to deal with this. Roy's open, fast hunger he knew, he could ride that with the best of them... but this... this slow, gentle touch... this was a danger he didn't know how to fight. He tried to break the grip on his wrists, to reach for him--and Roy just tightened his hand, told him no in a voice he barely recognized--too gentle, too strong to be his wildcard best friend, too careful to be the coyote-spirit trickster that was his sworn brother...
Dick was so screwed up in my head and loud while writing this. I still don't know why he thought Roy's love was dangero--oh. Yes I do. Babs. Of course. She used to touch him like this, back when... so it's dangerous, because there's too much chance of being hurt. 'wildcard best friend' was because Dick's used to Roy being unpredictable, but not that variety thereof. And "coyote-spirit trickster" because well, Roy used to be a good hand with a prank and has that kind of personality.
He let himself beg, despite how weak it made him seem, and answered, trying not to betray how much this was shaking him up--and Roy's question froze him in place, making his eyes snap open as the idea lashed like fire through his veins. //I... did promise... that it was his show... his rules... but I'll never be able to keep my hands off him...//
"Maybe... maybe you'd better..." //I'm insane... but if he wants to play like this, I'll never be able to take it unless I don't have a choice...// "Yeah. Go ahead... tie me down." Blue-black eyes stared into bright gold--and Roy kissed him again, hand coming off his side to dig for... something... up in the headboard.
I still stare at this bit in shock sometimes, because I never thought Dick would accept that kind of vulnerability. Much like Roy.
Roy'd never expected that answer in a million years and couldn't help kissing him, even as he slid his hand up into the headboard, finding what he was looking for by touch. The solid, soft nylon came into his hand easily and he pulled away from the kiss, sliding up enough to make it easy to tie off the rope and run a French bowline knot around Dick's wrist. He gave him a little slack to move in between the headboard and his wrists, but the wraps around his wrists and the knot--placed between his forearms, not his wrists--would give even an escape artist like him trouble. "That okay, man? Not too tight?"
Nylon because silk slides and doesn't hold a knot for shit. Bowline because it's the only one that works with the setup in my head. And you try picking a knot you can't get your fingers onto.
Dick twisted his wrists against the ropes--froze a second as he realized the strength of the ties--then relaxed and shook his head. "No... it's fine. You're off the nerves and the veins... that'll be fine. .."
"Good. Just remember, this's me.... You call safeword, and I'll have you out of those before you can blink. .."
The knife in the headboard was good for more than defense, and rope was... a hell of a lot cheaper than Dick's trust.
Roy's so careful with Dick, right here... he makes me smile. That was also my PSA of the day: when doing rope play, keep a fucking knife close by!
"Roy. .. I know. I trust you. I'm okay. .."
"You're shaking... god, Dick... you're shaking..." Roy curled around him, face against his neck, hands stroking down his sides as he tried to ease the shudders running down his best friend's body. //Easy, easy bro...//
"It's all right, Bowhead. I'm fine..." //Oh, no, don't you freak out on me... don't, Harper, I'm all right.// The shudders he couldn't stop melted away, and he rolled his hips under Roy's weight, reminding him that they were both seriously turned on. "I'm fine, Roy. .." //Come on, Lost Arrow. .. I'll start thinking if you don't move...//
Roy looked up at him and stared into his eyes for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah, man, you are," and kissed him, hands starting to slide with a different kind of intent, sliding over nerve clusters and sensitive spots, trying to wake every last nerve in his body. //Come on, Wing... let me do this...// he thought, slowly breaking the kiss to start kissing back down Dick's throat, sliding his body slowly down Dick's as necessary to keep his mouth where he wanted it.
Dick arched into the touches, forcing himself not to fight against the bonds, not to fight what--"Oh, god..."--Roy was doing. After all... it felt way too good to fight. He just leaned into it--and bucked //like a damned virgin!//--as Roy's fingers slid over a spot just below his arm that sent fire through his veins. "Roy..."
"Yeah, Dick?" Roy asked, hungry smile on his lips as he stroked his fingers over that spot again--just to see Dick writhe like that. He got the reaction he wanted, and did it again just for the fun of it.
"You... god, you're gonna kill me..."
"No way, man..." He went back to working lower, hitting sensitive spot after sensitive spot, but taking his time, making this just as slow and easy as he could, and watching Dick come unglued under him. Every shudder, every twist, every gasp and whimpered moan was like that moment when an arrow left the bow and you already knew it was perfect... And when Dick started to beg for more when he was still working down his chest, Roy just shook his head and stroked his left hand down Dick's side. "What, gorgeous?"
"Roy, Roy please, stop teasing... I can't..."
"Yes, you can... easy, man... I've got you... just let go... how--" Roy cut himself off, refusing to ask.
"What?"
"Nothing... don't worry about it... just shut up and let me make love to you how I want to, huh?" //Oh, fuck, I said it. I really, truly, out and out said it...// While Roy was still trying not to freak out over that, Dick curled himself up to stare at Roy in complete and utter shock.
This moment was interesting to get a hold on. Roy's mouth got away from him again and he freaked out, because he didn't mean to say that. One of the best pieces of feedback I got on this was from a bi guy friend of mine who said this bit actually 'read' male. Coded male, maybe? That made me insanely happy.
"Wh-what?" //Did you just...no, no way...//
Roy shrugged one shoulder, aiming for a nonchalant smile, but knowing it was more of the sheepish, 'don't kill me?' ones.
"You heard me, man."
"Yeah, but... you..."
"Nothing's different, Dick... nothing's changed since you came in my window... Just... let me treat you right, for once, hm?"
"What do you--" Dick cut himself off, not sure he wanted to know where Roy got that.
"How can you still be talking?" Roy asked in annoyance, not wanting to get into the deep stuff while Dick was tied to his bed--though, on further review, that might be the best way to have that conversation.
*smirk* Roy and I actually agree that that would definitely be the best way to have any serious conversation with Dick.
"Natural talent?" Dick shot back, wondering the same. He was so turned on, speech should have been beyond him.
"Whatever. Just... enjoy this, man. Fast and hard later, let me do this, now..." he went back to what he was doing, upping the intensity with a stronger touch as he worked down the center of Dick's chest, trying to drive coherent speech clear out of his mind.
His hands finally slid low enough to unfasten the soft black pants and ease them open, hearing Dick whimper as he did. //Yeah, that's it.... c'mon, gorgeous... stop thinking...//
He kept working a while longer, hands and mouth working Dick's body like he worked his guitar or his bow, saying without a single word just how much he loved this man, how important he was, how much he wanted him, and that Dick was safe, protected...
Another set of lines that I really hope get to people the way they get to me. Roy's so very much the Lover here...
Finally, he left a line of sucking, wet kisses down the rock-solid, shaking line of Dick's abs until he reached the slacks' waistband, then twisted his body up and off Dick's to catch the slacks in his hands, boxers along with them, and pull them down and off. He caught the dress socks as he went, and tossed the pile off the side of the bed, stopping again to just stare at his best friend.
//Too damned perfect to be believed....// he thought, though without the usual annoyance that thought brought, and shucked his shirt before Dick could register that he was still fully dressed. That done, he slid back up Dick's body to kiss him deep, hand wrapping around Dick's dick //hee--oh, what are you, two? Shut up// just hard enough, tongue asking entry and getting desperation back, a kiss deep enough to steal his sanity as Dick writhed under him, bucking up into his hand with nothing like his usual grace. He tightened his hand--using the fluid already thick on his tip as lubricant--, kept kissing Dick, and just moved with it, riding out that desperate writhing until Dick's body arched--breaking the kiss--and hot liquid hit his chest. The scent hit his nose in the same instant, thick musk and salt-sweet, making him harder, if possible. He'd lifted his head at just the right second to see the expression of pure bliss cross Dick's face before he collapsed to the bed, and he swore his heart stopped a second.
I couldn't not admit to the fact that my Roy does have some envy issues when it comes to Dick. *shrug* He loves him way, way more, though... and the picture of Dick going out of control with need and love and sensation, forgetting everything but how he feels... Yeah.
//Oh, you needed that...// he thought gently and pressed a kiss to Dick's throat, then twisted to lick at his hand, dragging his fingers up Dick's chest to gather more of his come before sucking at them, taste as good as the scent.. .. //Ah, god... why the hell didn't we do this years ago...// he wondered, indulging himself in Dick's taste as the man under him lay still but for short, panting gasps.
Hand--and Dick's chest--finally clean, he turned his attention to Dick's face, the expression there still open in a way he never saw anymore.
Yes, that still hurts Roy a lot. Dick hiding everything from everyone, that is.
Dick shuddered, slowly coming back to coherence. He'd lost his ability to think at all about the time Roy'd quit talking to him, and could remember nothing but flashes of sensation, movement, pressure both dry and wet and so sweet... Every time he'd twisted against the rope, he'd known he was powerless here, but safe, protected, wanted... the same thing in Roy's touch.... He vaguely remembered Roy's hand wrapping around him, but after that... nothing but sheer, blinding pleasure until this moment... The freedom and the high from the release... if he wasn't so well-trained, he'd be sobbing in relief. As it was, he let himself gasp, slowly getting his tempestuous emotions under control.
He half-opened his eyes, blinking against the lamps, and saw Roy looking down at him with the kind of expression he'd only seen from the archer when he looked at his daughter... something so tender it twisted inside his chest, making him shudder. All his defenses were down... Roy's touch
had shoved down every wall he had, laid him bare in a way he hadn't been for years. The touch had been so different than what he was used to--which honestly, lately, was his own hand and his playthings, or nothing. He watched that look--watched it stay in place as Roy saw his eyes open--and could barely believe it. //What? Not hiding?//
That was something new, especially from his best friend. He knew the guy, and heartfelt stuff was not his favorite thing.
"Hey, man..." Roy said easily, once Dick finally opened his eyes. "You okay?"
"I... Yeah...God, Roy... I feel like..." he quit talking, not having the words, and just shook his head, trying to say it all with his eyes. "You... that was amazing..."
"Yeah? Good. You needed it...." He stroked his clean hand down Dick's side, eyes still gentle.
"...I didn't know it, but, yeah..." he shifted, and flushed crimson as he felt the weight of Roy's cock hard against his hip. "Jesus!! Roy, I--"
Dick was horribly embarrassed by the fact that Roy brought him off without doing a damned thing to reciprocate, despite that he had no control...
Roy cut that bullshit off with a hard kiss. "Shove it, Wing... it's all right. I didn't exactly give you a choice..."
"But, I sh--"
Roy cut him off again, nipping at his lip as he kissed him this time. "I said shove it. I could've brought myself off with you--trust me, it would've been easy! I didn't. My choice. You are not allowed to feel guilty, okay?" //No brooding! None! Knock it off!//
"I... okay... why?"
"I didn't want this to be over that fast, for one; and I'd like to fuck you, for another..." Roy shrugged, petting his arm this time.
Blue eyes blinked up at him in shock, then he nodded. "I... could go for that... sheesh, Roy, you don't mince words, do ya?" //Ok, make that be fucked by...// he amended the earlier thought from the club.
"This is news? If it is, we have issues..."
Roy pretty much did my commentary for me, but, yeah.
"No, it's not.... so, can I get you to let me go for round two?"
Roy arched a brow at him, gold eyes laughing. "I don't know... think you can make it worth it? I kind of like having you all tied down, former Boy Wonder... You're just far too pretty, all tied down and begging...."
Another shiver ran through Dick's body at the words and tone. "You--oh, I could make it worth your while, Harper... I'm very, very good, after all... but if you'd rather have me all tied up and helpless so you have to do all the work... who am I to object?"
"A complete and utter flirt is who you are, short pants... and just for that, you're definitely staying tied down." //So that's how we're gonna play this round, huh? Sassy, like usual? Ok, works for me.//
Bantery boys again, they're just far too much fun like this.
Roy bit his shoulder gently, then shifted far enough away to get his hand into the drawer of his bedside table, coming back with lube and condoms in the same move. He dropped them on the other side of Dick's body and went back to petting him, switching between the pads of his fingers and his nails, making the other man moan all over again.
Dick gasped, writhing, "You... are so..."
"Damned good?" Roy quipped as he played his way down Dick's body, fingers flickering over old ticklish spots just enough to make Dick squirm in distraction--and used the opportunity to get out of the rest of his clothing--and into a condom before he forgot. He kept teasing until Dick was more than interested again, then coated his fingers in slick and slid his hand to Dick's ass, pressing a finger against his entrance--
Dick gasped, bucking into that, body opening without his conscious control, submitting like he had the entire night to the strength in that body and those blazing green-gold eyes. //Yeah, Roy... come on... you don't have to take it easy on me...//
Roy hissed as that was so easy, and moved to kiss him, balancing on his free arm as he kept his other hand moving, sliding a second finger into him almost as easy as the first. //Jesus, Dick, what do you do, keep a set of toys?// he wondered, then put it out of his head as he kept his hand moving--a moment's thought, and he matched the pace of his fingers and his tongue, lying beside him.
There was ever any doubt, Roy? Of course he does.
Dick moaned into the kiss, bracing to ride those fingers--and felt Roy's position with a clarity he'd been missing for a while. Taking advantage of the slack in his bindings and his natural flexibility, he twisted, hooking one leg around to wrap over Roy's hips, and dragged the archer over him, breaking the kiss as he did. "Would you please quit playing around and fuck me, Harper?"
Roy yelped as Dick somehow twisted around and yanked him between his legs--and carefully worked his hand free of Dick's body, laying with his cock pressed down along Dick's ass, hips caught by that strong leg. That demand was sohis brother. ... He shifted to brace with that arm as well, rolling his hips until he was pressed--just barely--into that tight heat. "If you're so determined to show off how flexible you are, circus brat, why don't you get your legs up over my shoulders instead of on my hips?"
Dick loves it when Roy gets pushy, possibly even more than I do.
Dick tossed his head, amused, and did just that... then used the position to push himself further down onto Roy's cock, biting his lip at the burn. "Oh... god... Roy... c'mon... fuck me... C'mon, Harper, move..."
Roy moved again, shifting more onto his knees to free his hands and slid them down to Dick's hips, feeling the curve of that body... and pressed into him, slow and easy, doubling his body over to kiss his partner again, trusting Dick's strength to keep him from falling as they moved, deep and long and easy, just like the kiss.... //Ah, god, Dick, so good...//
It didn't take very long sliding in and out of that hot, slick heat before he started to lose his mind... He rolled his shoulders until Dick took the hint and slid his legs back down to his hips, letting Roy lie chest to chest with him as he moved harder, deeper, breaking the kiss to pant softly for air. He heard Dick cry out, but it was pleasure, not pain, and that was really all he noticed--the cries came with each move, and god...
He knew he was saying god only knew what as he felt himself lose control, hips snapping brutally hard as his vision whited out--praying Dick'd forgive him for just using him like this, barely managing to brace himself enough to keep from falling on his best friend.
It took a minute or three, but he came back to himself slowly and rolled his hips to slide out of him, then let his weight slip down over him--and realized to his utter shock that somehow, he'd dragged Dick over with him. He tilted his head to study Dick's face, and saw nothing but staccato breathing and that same look of pleasure. //Oh, thank God...// he thought quietly, pressing his lips to Dick's shoulder before he moved to get rid of the latex around him. That done, he set to getting Dick's wrists untied.
Dick came back to himself about the same time, and once Roy had his wrists untied, he wrapped his arms around the archer, fastening one hand in his hair. //No.... Stay?//
"Hey... easy..." Roy said gently, settling them so he held Dick pinned against the bed, watching his eyes as he did--when they slid closed, accompanied by a sigh, he shook his head. Too easy to tell Dick was worried about the chance of his disappearance. Too easy to get from that to a near-burning hate for anyone that would treat his best friend like that--and far, far too easy to want to stay like this, now that he knew it was possible. After all, he'd loved the man pinned to his bed for years. Not in the silly, school-year "omg do you think he LIKE likes me?" fashion, but the deep, constant love of a warrior for a kindred soul. They'd been rivals, comrades, best friends, each other's backup since they should have been playing dumb pranks and throwing footballs at recess, not trying to stop the 'supervillain of the week' and struggling with impossible mentors--it built a bond between them that they didn't talk about, but both knew was there.
Dick's been lonely for quite a while, Roy.... and oh, just admit you're in love already. It's obvious. And I don't think I could write them without at least a nod or two to all their history.
Then, one night, they’d made it something more. They’d cut open their hands and sworn an oath by Donna’s gods and by those of his people to be there for each other forever. Those bonds were sometimes all that kept him going. He'd faced the fact that he didn't care about gender half as much as he did personality years ago, and knew beauty in either sex knocked him off his feet.... but he'd never let himself admit to wanting Dick Grayson--mainly for fear it would scare him away.
He shook his head to get rid of the woolgathering thoughts, and just watched his friend, his brother... his lover.
Dick let himself just lie there, holding on //oh, admit that you're clinging,// a sarcastic voice commented. He was clinging, he slowly admitted. It was really, really good to not need to worry about abandonment, discovery, or worried comments over his scars--and Roy's solid, greater weight pinning him down was a comfort in many other ways--several of which he would never admit. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, but they--he snorted at himself--needed to talk. //God, I sound like a girl... and I'm the Heir Apparent of the King of "This-Discussion's-Over"...what am I thinking?//
==That you love him, and you do need to talk,== that other voice replied.
After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again and looked up at Roy, finding green eyes and that same gentle look. "Hey," he said quietly. "Thanks..."
"For what, ma--no, not the time for me to be joking around. You're welcome, Dick. Anything you need, always. You know that, right?"
"...Yeah, but... this is a little beyond the call of friendship..." //Try a lot...//
"Not really. Okay, yeah, I wouldn't do this with Wally, but... you and I are different.” He slid his hand down to find Dick’s, and dragged a finger over the half-moon scar in the fleshy part of Dick’s palm. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what we promised. I love you. Have for years--it was love you or hate you, and I like you too much for that. Am I inlove with you?" He paused a minute, and shrugged. "I don't know. What I do know is I care too much about you to try to cage you... but you've always got a place here."
I can't help but see Dick as someone that could never handle being caged--this doing a great deal to explain the difficulties between him and Bruce. (but, Yena, BDSM-fic...) Yeah, I know. But like Roy just said, Dick's always free to leave, there're no jesses around his legs when it comes to Roy. That redhead loves him, no matter what, and there's always a perch for him when he needs the safety. [yes, the later Outsiders & those issues did put some strain on this] Hawk-imagery comes sooo easily with him, I just can't help it.
Dick just looked up at him, watching the unexpectedly serious cast to his best friend's face... and absorbing the words. //God, Roy... you...// If it had been a woman talking to him, he'd have kissed her--he decided that would work for Roy, too, and arched up, using the hand wound through his hair to pull him down and kiss him.
Once he finally let go, the redhead laughed softly. "What was that for--not that I mind!"
"For... understanding. For being there with me on most of the worst nights of my life, for not giving up on me... for this..." and he reversed Roy’s grip on his hand to stroke his brother’s matching scar. "...and for the way you've gotten too damned good at knowing what I need. That was... perfect... Though I really want to know how you..." he shut himself up.
"That’s what oath-brothers are for, and... How I what?"
Dick felt himself start turning red--and clamped down on the reaction before it could go any further. "Never mind, man. It's nothing."
"You're blushing, Robbie. It's not nothing. Now tell me what you want to know, huh?"
Dick just glared at him a minute, then sighed. "How you knew that what I wanted and what I needed were two completely different things."
"Oh. That... the ways you reacted, Dick, nothing more. Basic body language... you got hotter every time I did something that took away your control. Combine that with the way you were leaning into every touch you got, and it drew a rather nasty little diagram for me about how alone--and how lonely--you've been. You deserve better than a quick back-alley fuck--or however you've been spending your... recreational time. So... I made sure you got it."
"...I'm that obvious?"
Hopefully he sounded as disgusted to you guys as he was when I wrote that. I really hope.
"Nah. Just to me--I know what to look for..." the end of the word was a massive yawn. "Ok... can we table this, and get some sleep?"
"Yeah... I think so.... Things really haven't changed much, have they?"
"Not really... other than that I may be more likely to grab you and kiss you the next time you do something stupidly heroic than pull the usual scream myself blue in the face.... but probably not. It might amuse the people that know us.... and it might get me killed."
"Who do--oh. Yeah, maybe..." the dark look in Dick's eyes was enough to get even a sleepy Roy's attention.
"Is he who you were upset about?" the redhead asked.
"Yeah.... same thing it's been since I was 17... can we not talk about it? I--" he yawned, this time, "--really am tired. Is the security system up?"
"I'm not sure... but I don't think I armed it. Let me go fix that."
Dick let go, and Roy slid out of bed long enough to re-arm the security from the computer in the corner and shut off the lights, then the archer came back to bed, curling around Dick with a yawn. "Go to sleep, 'Wing. Security's on, and I'll hear anything else. We'll see how things look in the morning, hm?"
Dick chuckled, and twisted slightly, settling himself securely against Roy in a 'you're not going anywhere' move, and slowly let himself fall asleep. Curled around his spine, Roy kissed the back of his neck lightly, then went to sleep himself.
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Part 2
Dick hit the floor with a gasp as 200 pounds of solid muscle landed over him--he'd been inviting it, he knew, taunting the archer in his own place like that. The chase, the sound of Roy trying to catch him was somehow just what he'd needed. He accepted the pin, arched into it--yelped softly as Roy's mouth settled on his throat and the archer's hips settled between his legs--and twisted slightly as Roy took care of pinning his arms, too. He squirmed, panting, half out of his mind as Roy worked at the side of his throat //Jesus, Roy, vampire fetish? Oh, oh, god...// he moaned as Roy shifted slightly, settling to put better pressure on his already-aching cock, and tried to get his arms free, wanting to get his hands on the man over him. The effort got a snarl, and Roy's mouth lifted off his throat.
I have this thing about territorial heroes. Yes, yes I do. And Roy's so possessive sometimes.
"No way, Wing--" Then Roy froze, and his eyes started to bleed back to green, only half-visible in the light coming in the windows. "Dick... you do want this?" //C'mon, tell me I'm right... I will never forgive myself if you don't...//
"Jesus Christ yes, Harper! What do I have to do, engrave an invitation?! Get with the program, hotshot, I want you!"
Roy's lips twisted in a smile, then narrowed again, "Then why fight me?"
"I want to touch you, idiot... oh. If I need you to stop, it's "violet". Anything less, ignore me, I'm talking because it gets you hot." //C'mon, Harper... you've got to know the idea...//
This is them negotiating. Really it is. And I loved the expression I saw Roy get when Dick said that. Why violet? I honestly don't know.
"Think so?" Roy asked even as his higher thought-processes mainly shut down. "And I did notknow you were that kinky..."
How did you miss it, Roy?
Dick arched himself up enough to shove his tongue into Roy's mouth in a not-subtle 'shut-up,' and Roy kissed him back for a minute, then dragged his mouth away and bit at Dick's jaw, gently.
"God, you fuck with my head..." He pressed down a little harder on Dick's arms as he nipped his way down the side of his throat--and the black haired vigilante just arched into it, moaning softly, fingers spasming with a need that obviously wasn't going to be fulfilled... The redheaded archer had him, and wasn't about to let go.
And Dick loves that, possibly more than is healthy.
Roy just worked his way down the side of Dick's throat, feeling flexor muscles spasming under his hands as he pulled soft, gasping moans from the hero below him--each one just made him hotter. //That's right, Wing... make noise for me, let me know the damned Bat doesn't have you yet...// he thought--and the very idea made him bite down harder, harder than he meant to... but from the way Dick moaned, it wasn't an issue. He sucked at the bitten spot in apology, and slowly worked lower until the shirt stopped him. He licked the open line of Dick's bared throat while he thought about how to move them and get the shirt off without risking Dick getting control back. //Control...// "Dick?"
"mmm? Y-yeah, Roy?"
"We're overdressed."
"This is a newsflash?" The squirm Dick pulled off under him was probably illegal in a dozen states.
Listening to Roy think about Dick is a trip and a half. And in case you somehow missed it, marking one's lover is a kink of mine--and theirs.
"No, shortpants. What I'm wondering, is... how do I get you naked and in my bed without risking any of your sneaky turn-the-tables tricks?"
Dick blinked up at him, already half out of his mind with his teasing, and it took a second for the question to sink in. "I... won't. This... is good..." //more than good, this is perfect. ..// He couldn't help a small smirk at the look on Roy's face. //Gotcha, didn't I?// He flexed against Roy's hold, but not with enough intent to break it--and let Roy feel that, too. "I'll behave..."
Roy arched one brow, a trick he'd picked up from Dick, and--there was no other way to describe it--purred, "Promise?" //You never break your word. ..//
"I promise. I'--Show's all yours..." //Don't catch that, don't catch that!// the hero sent up a desperate prayer that Roy hadn't been listening close enough.
You do all know what Dick nearly said there, right? "I'm all yours", in case you didn't. And that happens to be more true than what he let himself say.
Roy caught it, but didn't say a thing. "All right." He convinced his body--with some effort--that getting off of Dick right now would lead to them both getting off later, and pushed to his feet, sliding a hand down to drag Dick up with him. "Come on, gorgeous... let's take this to a bed." //Are you sure you're awake, Harper? 'Cause this feels like a fantasy...//
I'm hoping everyone reading this has experienced that state at least once, known the head-spinning heat that makes you unwilling to let go for even a second even for something necessary. That's where Roy keeps landing, because Dick gets to him that hard--(yes, yes. He gets him that hard too)
Dick let Roy pull him up, and ran his hands down Roy's sides while he had the opportunity, distracting himself from their movement until the backs of his knees were against Roy's bed. He got rid of his boots by stepping on the heels and could feel Roy doing the same even as the taller redhead pushed his jacket down his arms, leaving him in just pants and the shirt almost adhered to him. He'd never felt vulnerable around Roy before, not even nude next to him in the showers, but... he did now. And the crazy thing was... he liked it. Roy flung the coat backwards at the door--and the heavy jacket knocked it closed.
"Nice shot..."
The man can turn on a baby monitor with a quarter and predict the revolutions of a spinning rock. Using a bomber jacket to close a door would not be difficult.
"I thought so," the archer agreed as he slid out of his own coat and tossed it behind him as well--and used the keys he'd somehow picked up to flick on the bedside lights--then his hands were back on Dick's body, stealing his ability to think even as they worked on unfastening his shirt. The vigilante shuddered, trying to force his control to return, hands coming up to work at Roy's buttons--and the redhead bit his shoulder. "Nah, Dick. .. let me handle things. Let me worry. .. When have I ever not had your back when it counted?"
Roy really hates that he has to qualify that sentence. It burns.
Dick snapped his eyes open, looking up into pure gold, and shook his head. "Never. ..but--" //But I have to be in control, have to keep it together... 's my job...//
"Then trust me now. Let me--just let me..." Dick really wanted to know what the rest of that sentence was.
"But..."
"Robbie. Quit stressing. I've got you. .." Roy pushed Dick's hands behind his back, then stroked his hands over bared skin, down Dick's sides, the shirt hanging open, buttons completely undone.
"I don't... what about--" //I can't not give back, Roy... 's too much like using you...//
Dick, sweetie, you have issues... Oh, wait. That's really not newsworthy.
"God. Don't worry about me, Robbie... Trust me, man. Just tell me if there's anything you don't want. I’ve got you, oath-brother. Other than that... let. Go."
Roy had a perfectly decent command-voice too, and wasn't above using it. He didn't bother hiding a triumphant smile as Dick relaxed into his hands, and slid one hand up to cup the back of his head as he kissed him again: hard, fierce, and hungry, trying to melt the rest of Dick's resistance away. With his free hand, he got Dick's cuffs unfastened, pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and coaxed it down solid-muscled arms, wondering how many times this night they were going to shift back and forth from desperate to gentle--and how it could manage to be both.
If that part of Dick's personality wasn't so useful right now, Roy might hate Bruce. As is, he's kind of grateful. He'll resent it for Dick's sake again later.
The shirt slid to the floor and Roy worked his hand between them to unfasten the simple black belt and tug it out of the loops, dropping it on top of the shirt. He managed to get his own belt along with Dick's, and dropped it as well, then broke the kiss long enough to topple Dick over onto his bed. He stopped as the other man writhed to settle properly on the bed, splaying out with his wrists up over his head.
"God," he said quietly, "you look..." He shut up before he could say something stupid and joined Dick on the bed, kissing him again--and getting his answer in the soft, quiet moan he heard as he stretched his weight out over Dick's left side. He wrapped one hand around Dick's wrists, and stroked the other down the side of his chest, noting the scars under his hand, the way Dick twisted under him, and the way his kiss went pleading, //trying to hurry things?// Roy wondered. //God, Wing... when was the last time someone took their time with you?//
Making sure I kept them sounding like men and not women was extremely difficult, because Roy really wanted to tell Dick just how lovely he looked like that. And the image of Roy with one big hand wrapped around Dick's wrists has made me melt every time I read it. That last line, though... Roy knows Dick's body far too well, and could read that. And he wasn't happy about it at all.
He broke the kiss to watch Dick's face as he stroked abs and obliques--and tightened his hand on Dick's wrists when the raven-haired man tried to reach for him. "No, Dick...my show."
Hearing that from that gentle, strong voice--no wonder Dick begged.
"Roy... Roy, please..."
Roy hid his shudder at hearing Dick beg--what should be so good turning his stomach at what it implied--and asked, "What, Dick?"
"Don't... don't tease..." //I don't know if I can handle it if you tease...//
"But, birdboy... that's half the fun.... You promised... am I going to have to tie you down to make you keep your word?" //Pushy, Roy, too pushy!//
My Roy is far more perceptive than a lot of people give him credit for, to see how Dick's feeling in those cues... That line about 'tie you down' fell out of my fingers and Roy's mouth and we were both utterly stunned at how Dick decided to respond.
Dick shuddered--he didn't know how to deal with this. Roy's open, fast hunger he knew, he could ride that with the best of them... but this... this slow, gentle touch... this was a danger he didn't know how to fight. He tried to break the grip on his wrists, to reach for him--and Roy just tightened his hand, told him no in a voice he barely recognized--too gentle, too strong to be his wildcard best friend, too careful to be the coyote-spirit trickster that was his sworn brother...
Dick was so screwed up in my head and loud while writing this. I still don't know why he thought Roy's love was dangero--oh. Yes I do. Babs. Of course. She used to touch him like this, back when... so it's dangerous, because there's too much chance of being hurt. 'wildcard best friend' was because Dick's used to Roy being unpredictable, but not that variety thereof. And "coyote-spirit trickster" because well, Roy used to be a good hand with a prank and has that kind of personality.
He let himself beg, despite how weak it made him seem, and answered, trying not to betray how much this was shaking him up--and Roy's question froze him in place, making his eyes snap open as the idea lashed like fire through his veins. //I... did promise... that it was his show... his rules... but I'll never be able to keep my hands off him...//
"Maybe... maybe you'd better..." //I'm insane... but if he wants to play like this, I'll never be able to take it unless I don't have a choice...// "Yeah. Go ahead... tie me down." Blue-black eyes stared into bright gold--and Roy kissed him again, hand coming off his side to dig for... something... up in the headboard.
I still stare at this bit in shock sometimes, because I never thought Dick would accept that kind of vulnerability. Much like Roy.
Roy'd never expected that answer in a million years and couldn't help kissing him, even as he slid his hand up into the headboard, finding what he was looking for by touch. The solid, soft nylon came into his hand easily and he pulled away from the kiss, sliding up enough to make it easy to tie off the rope and run a French bowline knot around Dick's wrist. He gave him a little slack to move in between the headboard and his wrists, but the wraps around his wrists and the knot--placed between his forearms, not his wrists--would give even an escape artist like him trouble. "That okay, man? Not too tight?"
Nylon because silk slides and doesn't hold a knot for shit. Bowline because it's the only one that works with the setup in my head. And you try picking a knot you can't get your fingers onto.
Dick twisted his wrists against the ropes--froze a second as he realized the strength of the ties--then relaxed and shook his head. "No... it's fine. You're off the nerves and the veins... that'll be fine. .."
"Good. Just remember, this's me.... You call safeword, and I'll have you out of those before you can blink. .."
The knife in the headboard was good for more than defense, and rope was... a hell of a lot cheaper than Dick's trust.
Roy's so careful with Dick, right here... he makes me smile. That was also my PSA of the day: when doing rope play, keep a fucking knife close by!
"Roy. .. I know. I trust you. I'm okay. .."
"You're shaking... god, Dick... you're shaking..." Roy curled around him, face against his neck, hands stroking down his sides as he tried to ease the shudders running down his best friend's body. //Easy, easy bro...//
"It's all right, Bowhead. I'm fine..." //Oh, no, don't you freak out on me... don't, Harper, I'm all right.// The shudders he couldn't stop melted away, and he rolled his hips under Roy's weight, reminding him that they were both seriously turned on. "I'm fine, Roy. .." //Come on, Lost Arrow. .. I'll start thinking if you don't move...//
Roy looked up at him and stared into his eyes for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah, man, you are," and kissed him, hands starting to slide with a different kind of intent, sliding over nerve clusters and sensitive spots, trying to wake every last nerve in his body. //Come on, Wing... let me do this...// he thought, slowly breaking the kiss to start kissing back down Dick's throat, sliding his body slowly down Dick's as necessary to keep his mouth where he wanted it.
Dick arched into the touches, forcing himself not to fight against the bonds, not to fight what--"Oh, god..."--Roy was doing. After all... it felt way too good to fight. He just leaned into it--and bucked //like a damned virgin!//--as Roy's fingers slid over a spot just below his arm that sent fire through his veins. "Roy..."
"Yeah, Dick?" Roy asked, hungry smile on his lips as he stroked his fingers over that spot again--just to see Dick writhe like that. He got the reaction he wanted, and did it again just for the fun of it.
"You... god, you're gonna kill me..."
"No way, man..." He went back to working lower, hitting sensitive spot after sensitive spot, but taking his time, making this just as slow and easy as he could, and watching Dick come unglued under him. Every shudder, every twist, every gasp and whimpered moan was like that moment when an arrow left the bow and you already knew it was perfect... And when Dick started to beg for more when he was still working down his chest, Roy just shook his head and stroked his left hand down Dick's side. "What, gorgeous?"
"Roy, Roy please, stop teasing... I can't..."
"Yes, you can... easy, man... I've got you... just let go... how--" Roy cut himself off, refusing to ask.
"What?"
"Nothing... don't worry about it... just shut up and let me make love to you how I want to, huh?" //Oh, fuck, I said it. I really, truly, out and out said it...// While Roy was still trying not to freak out over that, Dick curled himself up to stare at Roy in complete and utter shock.
This moment was interesting to get a hold on. Roy's mouth got away from him again and he freaked out, because he didn't mean to say that. One of the best pieces of feedback I got on this was from a bi guy friend of mine who said this bit actually 'read' male. Coded male, maybe? That made me insanely happy.
"Wh-what?" //Did you just...no, no way...//
Roy shrugged one shoulder, aiming for a nonchalant smile, but knowing it was more of the sheepish, 'don't kill me?' ones.
"You heard me, man."
"Yeah, but... you..."
"Nothing's different, Dick... nothing's changed since you came in my window... Just... let me treat you right, for once, hm?"
"What do you--" Dick cut himself off, not sure he wanted to know where Roy got that.
"How can you still be talking?" Roy asked in annoyance, not wanting to get into the deep stuff while Dick was tied to his bed--though, on further review, that might be the best way to have that conversation.
*smirk* Roy and I actually agree that that would definitely be the best way to have any serious conversation with Dick.
"Natural talent?" Dick shot back, wondering the same. He was so turned on, speech should have been beyond him.
"Whatever. Just... enjoy this, man. Fast and hard later, let me do this, now..." he went back to what he was doing, upping the intensity with a stronger touch as he worked down the center of Dick's chest, trying to drive coherent speech clear out of his mind.
His hands finally slid low enough to unfasten the soft black pants and ease them open, hearing Dick whimper as he did. //Yeah, that's it.... c'mon, gorgeous... stop thinking...//
He kept working a while longer, hands and mouth working Dick's body like he worked his guitar or his bow, saying without a single word just how much he loved this man, how important he was, how much he wanted him, and that Dick was safe, protected...
Another set of lines that I really hope get to people the way they get to me. Roy's so very much the Lover here...
Finally, he left a line of sucking, wet kisses down the rock-solid, shaking line of Dick's abs until he reached the slacks' waistband, then twisted his body up and off Dick's to catch the slacks in his hands, boxers along with them, and pull them down and off. He caught the dress socks as he went, and tossed the pile off the side of the bed, stopping again to just stare at his best friend.
//Too damned perfect to be believed....// he thought, though without the usual annoyance that thought brought, and shucked his shirt before Dick could register that he was still fully dressed. That done, he slid back up Dick's body to kiss him deep, hand wrapping around Dick's dick //hee--oh, what are you, two? Shut up// just hard enough, tongue asking entry and getting desperation back, a kiss deep enough to steal his sanity as Dick writhed under him, bucking up into his hand with nothing like his usual grace. He tightened his hand--using the fluid already thick on his tip as lubricant--, kept kissing Dick, and just moved with it, riding out that desperate writhing until Dick's body arched--breaking the kiss--and hot liquid hit his chest. The scent hit his nose in the same instant, thick musk and salt-sweet, making him harder, if possible. He'd lifted his head at just the right second to see the expression of pure bliss cross Dick's face before he collapsed to the bed, and he swore his heart stopped a second.
I couldn't not admit to the fact that my Roy does have some envy issues when it comes to Dick. *shrug* He loves him way, way more, though... and the picture of Dick going out of control with need and love and sensation, forgetting everything but how he feels... Yeah.
//Oh, you needed that...// he thought gently and pressed a kiss to Dick's throat, then twisted to lick at his hand, dragging his fingers up Dick's chest to gather more of his come before sucking at them, taste as good as the scent.. .. //Ah, god... why the hell didn't we do this years ago...// he wondered, indulging himself in Dick's taste as the man under him lay still but for short, panting gasps.
Hand--and Dick's chest--finally clean, he turned his attention to Dick's face, the expression there still open in a way he never saw anymore.
Yes, that still hurts Roy a lot. Dick hiding everything from everyone, that is.
Dick shuddered, slowly coming back to coherence. He'd lost his ability to think at all about the time Roy'd quit talking to him, and could remember nothing but flashes of sensation, movement, pressure both dry and wet and so sweet... Every time he'd twisted against the rope, he'd known he was powerless here, but safe, protected, wanted... the same thing in Roy's touch.... He vaguely remembered Roy's hand wrapping around him, but after that... nothing but sheer, blinding pleasure until this moment... The freedom and the high from the release... if he wasn't so well-trained, he'd be sobbing in relief. As it was, he let himself gasp, slowly getting his tempestuous emotions under control.
He half-opened his eyes, blinking against the lamps, and saw Roy looking down at him with the kind of expression he'd only seen from the archer when he looked at his daughter... something so tender it twisted inside his chest, making him shudder. All his defenses were down... Roy's touch
had shoved down every wall he had, laid him bare in a way he hadn't been for years. The touch had been so different than what he was used to--which honestly, lately, was his own hand and his playthings, or nothing. He watched that look--watched it stay in place as Roy saw his eyes open--and could barely believe it. //What? Not hiding?//
That was something new, especially from his best friend. He knew the guy, and heartfelt stuff was not his favorite thing.
"Hey, man..." Roy said easily, once Dick finally opened his eyes. "You okay?"
"I... Yeah...God, Roy... I feel like..." he quit talking, not having the words, and just shook his head, trying to say it all with his eyes. "You... that was amazing..."
"Yeah? Good. You needed it...." He stroked his clean hand down Dick's side, eyes still gentle.
"...I didn't know it, but, yeah..." he shifted, and flushed crimson as he felt the weight of Roy's cock hard against his hip. "Jesus!! Roy, I--"
Dick was horribly embarrassed by the fact that Roy brought him off without doing a damned thing to reciprocate, despite that he had no control...
Roy cut that bullshit off with a hard kiss. "Shove it, Wing... it's all right. I didn't exactly give you a choice..."
"But, I sh--"
Roy cut him off again, nipping at his lip as he kissed him this time. "I said shove it. I could've brought myself off with you--trust me, it would've been easy! I didn't. My choice. You are not allowed to feel guilty, okay?" //No brooding! None! Knock it off!//
"I... okay... why?"
"I didn't want this to be over that fast, for one; and I'd like to fuck you, for another..." Roy shrugged, petting his arm this time.
Blue eyes blinked up at him in shock, then he nodded. "I... could go for that... sheesh, Roy, you don't mince words, do ya?" //Ok, make that be fucked by...// he amended the earlier thought from the club.
"This is news? If it is, we have issues..."
Roy pretty much did my commentary for me, but, yeah.
"No, it's not.... so, can I get you to let me go for round two?"
Roy arched a brow at him, gold eyes laughing. "I don't know... think you can make it worth it? I kind of like having you all tied down, former Boy Wonder... You're just far too pretty, all tied down and begging...."
Another shiver ran through Dick's body at the words and tone. "You--oh, I could make it worth your while, Harper... I'm very, very good, after all... but if you'd rather have me all tied up and helpless so you have to do all the work... who am I to object?"
"A complete and utter flirt is who you are, short pants... and just for that, you're definitely staying tied down." //So that's how we're gonna play this round, huh? Sassy, like usual? Ok, works for me.//
Bantery boys again, they're just far too much fun like this.
Roy bit his shoulder gently, then shifted far enough away to get his hand into the drawer of his bedside table, coming back with lube and condoms in the same move. He dropped them on the other side of Dick's body and went back to petting him, switching between the pads of his fingers and his nails, making the other man moan all over again.
Dick gasped, writhing, "You... are so..."
"Damned good?" Roy quipped as he played his way down Dick's body, fingers flickering over old ticklish spots just enough to make Dick squirm in distraction--and used the opportunity to get out of the rest of his clothing--and into a condom before he forgot. He kept teasing until Dick was more than interested again, then coated his fingers in slick and slid his hand to Dick's ass, pressing a finger against his entrance--
Dick gasped, bucking into that, body opening without his conscious control, submitting like he had the entire night to the strength in that body and those blazing green-gold eyes. //Yeah, Roy... come on... you don't have to take it easy on me...//
Roy hissed as that was so easy, and moved to kiss him, balancing on his free arm as he kept his other hand moving, sliding a second finger into him almost as easy as the first. //Jesus, Dick, what do you do, keep a set of toys?// he wondered, then put it out of his head as he kept his hand moving--a moment's thought, and he matched the pace of his fingers and his tongue, lying beside him.
There was ever any doubt, Roy? Of course he does.
Dick moaned into the kiss, bracing to ride those fingers--and felt Roy's position with a clarity he'd been missing for a while. Taking advantage of the slack in his bindings and his natural flexibility, he twisted, hooking one leg around to wrap over Roy's hips, and dragged the archer over him, breaking the kiss as he did. "Would you please quit playing around and fuck me, Harper?"
Roy yelped as Dick somehow twisted around and yanked him between his legs--and carefully worked his hand free of Dick's body, laying with his cock pressed down along Dick's ass, hips caught by that strong leg. That demand was sohis brother. ... He shifted to brace with that arm as well, rolling his hips until he was pressed--just barely--into that tight heat. "If you're so determined to show off how flexible you are, circus brat, why don't you get your legs up over my shoulders instead of on my hips?"
Dick loves it when Roy gets pushy, possibly even more than I do.
Dick tossed his head, amused, and did just that... then used the position to push himself further down onto Roy's cock, biting his lip at the burn. "Oh... god... Roy... c'mon... fuck me... C'mon, Harper, move..."
Roy moved again, shifting more onto his knees to free his hands and slid them down to Dick's hips, feeling the curve of that body... and pressed into him, slow and easy, doubling his body over to kiss his partner again, trusting Dick's strength to keep him from falling as they moved, deep and long and easy, just like the kiss.... //Ah, god, Dick, so good...//
It didn't take very long sliding in and out of that hot, slick heat before he started to lose his mind... He rolled his shoulders until Dick took the hint and slid his legs back down to his hips, letting Roy lie chest to chest with him as he moved harder, deeper, breaking the kiss to pant softly for air. He heard Dick cry out, but it was pleasure, not pain, and that was really all he noticed--the cries came with each move, and god...
He knew he was saying god only knew what as he felt himself lose control, hips snapping brutally hard as his vision whited out--praying Dick'd forgive him for just using him like this, barely managing to brace himself enough to keep from falling on his best friend.
It took a minute or three, but he came back to himself slowly and rolled his hips to slide out of him, then let his weight slip down over him--and realized to his utter shock that somehow, he'd dragged Dick over with him. He tilted his head to study Dick's face, and saw nothing but staccato breathing and that same look of pleasure. //Oh, thank God...// he thought quietly, pressing his lips to Dick's shoulder before he moved to get rid of the latex around him. That done, he set to getting Dick's wrists untied.
Dick came back to himself about the same time, and once Roy had his wrists untied, he wrapped his arms around the archer, fastening one hand in his hair. //No.... Stay?//
"Hey... easy..." Roy said gently, settling them so he held Dick pinned against the bed, watching his eyes as he did--when they slid closed, accompanied by a sigh, he shook his head. Too easy to tell Dick was worried about the chance of his disappearance. Too easy to get from that to a near-burning hate for anyone that would treat his best friend like that--and far, far too easy to want to stay like this, now that he knew it was possible. After all, he'd loved the man pinned to his bed for years. Not in the silly, school-year "omg do you think he LIKE likes me?" fashion, but the deep, constant love of a warrior for a kindred soul. They'd been rivals, comrades, best friends, each other's backup since they should have been playing dumb pranks and throwing footballs at recess, not trying to stop the 'supervillain of the week' and struggling with impossible mentors--it built a bond between them that they didn't talk about, but both knew was there.
Dick's been lonely for quite a while, Roy.... and oh, just admit you're in love already. It's obvious. And I don't think I could write them without at least a nod or two to all their history.
Then, one night, they’d made it something more. They’d cut open their hands and sworn an oath by Donna’s gods and by those of his people to be there for each other forever. Those bonds were sometimes all that kept him going. He'd faced the fact that he didn't care about gender half as much as he did personality years ago, and knew beauty in either sex knocked him off his feet.... but he'd never let himself admit to wanting Dick Grayson--mainly for fear it would scare him away.
He shook his head to get rid of the woolgathering thoughts, and just watched his friend, his brother... his lover.
Dick let himself just lie there, holding on //oh, admit that you're clinging,// a sarcastic voice commented. He was clinging, he slowly admitted. It was really, really good to not need to worry about abandonment, discovery, or worried comments over his scars--and Roy's solid, greater weight pinning him down was a comfort in many other ways--several of which he would never admit. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, but they--he snorted at himself--needed to talk. //God, I sound like a girl... and I'm the Heir Apparent of the King of "This-Discussion's-Over"...what am I thinking?//
==That you love him, and you do need to talk,== that other voice replied.
After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again and looked up at Roy, finding green eyes and that same gentle look. "Hey," he said quietly. "Thanks..."
"For what, ma--no, not the time for me to be joking around. You're welcome, Dick. Anything you need, always. You know that, right?"
"...Yeah, but... this is a little beyond the call of friendship..." //Try a lot...//
"Not really. Okay, yeah, I wouldn't do this with Wally, but... you and I are different.” He slid his hand down to find Dick’s, and dragged a finger over the half-moon scar in the fleshy part of Dick’s palm. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what we promised. I love you. Have for years--it was love you or hate you, and I like you too much for that. Am I inlove with you?" He paused a minute, and shrugged. "I don't know. What I do know is I care too much about you to try to cage you... but you've always got a place here."
I can't help but see Dick as someone that could never handle being caged--this doing a great deal to explain the difficulties between him and Bruce. (but, Yena, BDSM-fic...) Yeah, I know. But like Roy just said, Dick's always free to leave, there're no jesses around his legs when it comes to Roy. That redhead loves him, no matter what, and there's always a perch for him when he needs the safety. [yes, the later Outsiders & those issues did put some strain on this] Hawk-imagery comes sooo easily with him, I just can't help it.
Dick just looked up at him, watching the unexpectedly serious cast to his best friend's face... and absorbing the words. //God, Roy... you...// If it had been a woman talking to him, he'd have kissed her--he decided that would work for Roy, too, and arched up, using the hand wound through his hair to pull him down and kiss him.
Once he finally let go, the redhead laughed softly. "What was that for--not that I mind!"
"For... understanding. For being there with me on most of the worst nights of my life, for not giving up on me... for this..." and he reversed Roy’s grip on his hand to stroke his brother’s matching scar. "...and for the way you've gotten too damned good at knowing what I need. That was... perfect... Though I really want to know how you..." he shut himself up.
"That’s what oath-brothers are for, and... How I what?"
Dick felt himself start turning red--and clamped down on the reaction before it could go any further. "Never mind, man. It's nothing."
"You're blushing, Robbie. It's not nothing. Now tell me what you want to know, huh?"
Dick just glared at him a minute, then sighed. "How you knew that what I wanted and what I needed were two completely different things."
"Oh. That... the ways you reacted, Dick, nothing more. Basic body language... you got hotter every time I did something that took away your control. Combine that with the way you were leaning into every touch you got, and it drew a rather nasty little diagram for me about how alone--and how lonely--you've been. You deserve better than a quick back-alley fuck--or however you've been spending your... recreational time. So... I made sure you got it."
"...I'm that obvious?"
Hopefully he sounded as disgusted to you guys as he was when I wrote that. I really hope.
"Nah. Just to me--I know what to look for..." the end of the word was a massive yawn. "Ok... can we table this, and get some sleep?"
"Yeah... I think so.... Things really haven't changed much, have they?"
"Not really... other than that I may be more likely to grab you and kiss you the next time you do something stupidly heroic than pull the usual scream myself blue in the face.... but probably not. It might amuse the people that know us.... and it might get me killed."
"Who do--oh. Yeah, maybe..." the dark look in Dick's eyes was enough to get even a sleepy Roy's attention.
"Is he who you were upset about?" the redhead asked.
"Yeah.... same thing it's been since I was 17... can we not talk about it? I--" he yawned, this time, "--really am tired. Is the security system up?"
"I'm not sure... but I don't think I armed it. Let me go fix that."
Dick let go, and Roy slid out of bed long enough to re-arm the security from the computer in the corner and shut off the lights, then the archer came back to bed, curling around Dick with a yawn. "Go to sleep, 'Wing. Security's on, and I'll hear anything else. We'll see how things look in the morning, hm?"
Dick chuckled, and twisted slightly, settling himself securely against Roy in a 'you're not going anywhere' move, and slowly let himself fall asleep. Curled around his spine, Roy kissed the back of his neck lightly, then went to sleep himself.
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