Fic: "All in Good Fun"
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buggeryBegun as chatporn to lift Te's mood during the LJ blackout; beaten into the form of an actual story for that same Kink Challlenge which Te posted this and this for.
Set in the animated universe, rather than the comics, for a change. I've tried writing toon!Tim porn before, and succeeded in Timmy slash if not, quite, smut. This time? Well, there's certainly sex herein. And also Dick!
All in Good Fun
"All right. Ready to try this again?"
Dick tightens his grip, just a little, and Tim grins and squeezes back. It's all the answer Dick seems to need, because he turns into his spin and kicks out.
It's tempting to *watch* Dick, but he learned his lesson the first time he fell on his head, and he knows perfectly well that he needs all his concentration on adjusting his *own* kicks for the way he's swinging from Dick's arm. One at the beginning of the arc, which lets him kick his first target in the head, and then he narrows his eyes and nails the split-kick Dick always makes look so *easy* but really just isn't.
His three dummies are down now, along with all four of Dick's. Dick squeezes Tim's hand in warning, grabs for Tim's side with his other hand, and tightens Tim's spin as he guides Tim's feet right into the midsection of the last practice dummy, leaving the eight of them toppled in a rough circle as Tim gets his feet under himself again. He can't resist a little whoop. Three times in a *row* they've done this perfectly, now.
Dick's still got him by the hand, and the other goes up to pat and then rub at his back. "Nice work, kiddo. I think we're almost ready to start trying some free-form combinations."
"Yeah?" Tim grins and dodges the hair-ruffle Dick tries to give him, ducking his head against Dick's side. He's just sweaty enough that his t-shirt clings to his skin a little, but it doesn't feel damp under Tim's cheek, just warm.
Dick chuckles and lets his arm fall across Tim's shoulders. "We keep making *this* kind of progress, we might be ready to try this in the field next week."
"Oh, *yeah*," Tim crows, and grins into Dick's ribs. Dick hugs back a moment, then pulls gently at the nape of Tim's neck.
"C'mon, kid. You've got to be at least as sweaty as I am, which is 'too.'"
Tim just squeezes harder for a moment -- because he *can* -- and then breaks away, pulling Dick by the grip he still has on his hand. "So let's go shower. And no, we *won't* race, you long-legged show off."
"It's not my fault you're still waiting for your first growth spurt," Dick laughs, but he lets himself be towed along towards the showers.
*
It always seems like the hot water shouldn't feel good when they're already practically *steaming* in the cool air of the cave and dripping with sweat, but once Tim gets in he always turns the temperature up almost as hot as it will go. He's really not sure why it does go as hot as it does, except that Bruce runs his showers that hot sometimes and comes out looking cooked halfway to lobster, shiny and pink.
Dick actually prefers his showers a little cooler than Tim, but he doesn't complain when Tim sets the temperature controls. Tim tilts his head back into the spray, letting the hot water flow over him on all sides, then shakes the water out of his eyes and looks over at Dick.
He's still shampooing his hair, and Tim feels like he should needle Dick about how much extra time the long hair takes to care for, but it's really more fun to bite it back and just enjoy the *show*. Dick's arms flex as he works the lather through his hair, his long lashes looking even longer against his cheeks from the humidity, his lips parted.
Tim's own hand is wandering lower. He grabs the soap, instead, circles it over his chest, arms and belly, and only allows himself one sudsy-handed squeeze before replacing the soap in the rack and washing his face.
When he finishes rinsing the soap away, Dick is holding his ponytail in the spray and wringing it to get the last of the shampoo out. Tim rubs at his thigh and *doesn't* squeeze himself again and offers, "Wash your back for you?"
"Can you even reach?" Dick teases. He still doesn't open his eyes, just turns to present his back to Tim. Oh, he's *asking* for it...
Tim spanks Dick once, a good open-handed slap that molds his palm (perfectly, so perfect a fit it's -- heh -- obscene) to the curve of Dick's ass-cheek and echoes satisfyingly. Dick jumps a little, tosses the wet length of his hair back over his shoulder--
--and the next thing Tim knows, he's belly-down on the tiles with Dick on *top* of him. Spray from the showers is hitting the floor next to them and splashing back onto his face and sides, but Dick's body is shielding him from the direct spray all the way down to his calves.
Water drips ticklishly between his shoulderblades, probably from the point of Dick's chin, and he resists the urge to wriggle. "Heh. You made me *drop* the *soap*," Tim says, doing a serviceable impression of somebody who can draw a full breath.
"Oh, you want to play *that* game, hm?" Tim's forearms are trapped neatly under his own chest, and Dick's hands tighten around his biceps. Dick leans in closer, until Tim can feel his breath hot on his ear. "All you had to do was *ask*..." Tim can *hear* the grin in Dick's voice, almost feel teeth against his skin even before Dick adds, "...Boy Wonder."
Dick presses down on Tim's arms and shifts off him. Tim tries to twist free, but Dick knows how to hold onto him, even when they're both wet. Dick turns him and moves them both, and all Tim's training isn't *remotely* enough to stop Dick from doing whatever it is he's up to. Which isn't to say he doesn't try -- just that it doesn't *work*. Dick's too fast, too strong and too flexible.
When they're finally settled, Dick's sitting with his legs crossed under him, back to the shower wall. He holds Tim against his side while he shifts to a one-handed grip that spans both Tim's wrists, then he turns Tim face-down and bends him over his knee.
Oh, *fuck*. Dick's got his wrists pinned to his own back. Tim struggles some more, but it's far too late. "Aw, man, c'mon..."
The slap is almost gentle, and doesn't hurt in the least. Dick basically just pats his ass and takes his hand away again before Tim can even register the feel of his steam-softened calluses.
"That *can't* be all you've got."
...Possibly Tim is asking for it, too.
Dick shifts slightly, probably bracing to adjust for Tim's weight on his right leg.
And then spanks him three times -- maybe four -- in rapid succession, fast enough that Tim can't even shout before Dick's hand stills again.
"Aah!" he yells, and *then* he feels the tingle in his ass. He drops his head and groans and *has* to shift his hips a little. Dick's palm is still against his skin, and even without their usual hard edges his calluses are enough to make the tingle in that cheek flash over to a burn.
He's panting and squeezing his eyes closed when Dick gooses him. *Gently*. "That all you can *take*?"
"*Dick*," Tim snarls, and Dick spanks him *hard*, spanks him again on the other cheek, lays his hand right across the middle of Tim's ass. Tim shouts again and drums his feet against the tile and tucks his head into Dick's lap.
And opens his eyes to find he's face to face with Little Dick, who's half-awake. Hunh. Just enjoying the shower's warmth as usual... or taking an interest?
"Mmm," he says, which Dick apparently mistakes for a request for *more*, because he lays more slaps sharply down one side of Tim's ass and halfway down his thigh before switching to the other thigh and mirroring the same path back up. Every time Dick's palm strikes the sensitive backs of his legs, it makes Tim *squeal*... But he refuses to be embarassed, and it's not a protest, because really, he *was* going to goad Dick for more anyway.
Tim blinks and tries to catch his breath and watches Little Dick, still bobbing with the force of Dick's blows. Definitely awake, and... that was a twitch, and Tim feels an answering spasm between his own legs. He moans and shifts his hips.
And squeals *again*, because he'd forgotten that Dick would take pretty much anything he did as incitement to more spanking, including Tim doing nothing at all. Tim grinds and grunts with every hard slap -- close to a dozen this time, he thinks, not that he's even *trying* to count. His skin is prickling fire from the top curve of his ass almost to his knees.
He twists his wrists experimentally, and Dick's grip on them tightens, pressing Tim's fists into the small of his back. And he spanks him again, hard enough this time that they *both* move.
Still, it's only *one*. Tim smirks. "Getting tired?"
Tim braces his toes on the tile and *takes* it, letting whatever noises want to come out of his throat and focussing on keeping his eyes open. Dick is definitely hard now, almost as hard as it feels like Tim is. It looks like...
Dick stops again and strokes his hand over Tim's ass. The touch is light but it still makes him whine and squirm. Dick gets his hand around the curve of one cheek and lets it still, and Tim catches his breath and makes his eyes *focus* again.
Yeah. That's a bead of pre-come, about to run down and drip off between Dick's legs. Which would just be a *waste*.
Tim's still got his feet braced against the floor. He walks his hips along Dick's leg, inching closer. When Dick's next slap lands, it's easy for Tim to let the momentum of it push him close enough to get his lips around the head.
He licks the pre-come away, salt-sour and not *enough* on his tongue, then licks at at the slit for more.
Dick spanks him again, hard and kind of haphazard -- a *lot* more like punishment than teasing. Like he wants Tim to *stop*, and... Tim *can't*. "Tim!" he says, his tone incredulous and anxious and something else Tim can't quite place. He sucks, hoping for more, and groans when Dick's hand tightens on his throbbing ass. "Tim... c'mon, I'll stop... I--"
It's like Dick is hoping for a -- what Bruce would call a 'deterrent.' He actually sounds even *more* ...whatever that tone in his voice is, but Tim hums around him, works his tongue, and goes down as far as he can reach. When Dick releases his arms, Tim grabs Dick's hips with both hands, *hauls* himself forward, and goes the rest of the way down. This close he can *smell* Dick, the scent in the skin that the shower hasn't washed away, and he has to moan.
"T--T-- *fuck*," Dick says. Tim grins around him.
He licks Dick up and down, drools a little and uses his lips and tongue to spread it along Dick's shaft, then pulls off long enough to look up and say, "Don't make me stop," before swallowing Dick into his throat.
Dick whimpers and bucks his hips up once. He immediately tenses, holding himself still, but Tim squeezes and pulls at his hips encouragingly. There's a *thunk* that sounds very much like the back of Dick's head impacting the tile, and Dick murmurs "oh, *God*" before he starts thrusting. Tentative at first, but Tim groans hungrily and sucks harder, and Dick finds a rhythm Tim can bob his head to.
Dick still has one hand clamped to Tim's ass. The other is roaming over Tim's head and shoulders, not exactly petting, and not settling in one place long enough to hold on, either. But the way both his hands *spasm* every time Tim swallows or makes a sound makes it pretty obvious Dick's just afraid to. He lets go of Dick's left hip, reaches up and laces his fingers with Dick's.
"Tim... Tim, fuck, *Tim*," Dick chants under his breath. It's still mostly coherent, and Tim can't decide whether he's impressed or disappointed.
Tim hums by way of answer and works his own hips against Dick's leg in time with the rhythm of Dick's thrusts. He's *got* Dick, but he still wants *more*. Gasping now, Dick squeezes his ass again, squeezes his hand when that makes Tim growl and push his ass back into Dick's grip.
Either Dick's instincts are just that good, or he's still capable of *way* too much coherent thought, because two of his fingers slide between Tim's cheeks, spreading and stroking.
*Yes*, Tim tries to say around his mouthful of Dick, and Dick bucks his hips and presses at Tim's hole. He has to hump Dick's thigh harder, the water and his own pre-come making Dick's skin just slick enough, the heat of Dick's body almost warm enough.
Dick's finger slides in and immediately starts fucking, long and *strong* and knuckly, and Tim has to give up. Stop sucking, relax his throat and just let Dick *fuck* him from both ends, breathing and swallowing on alternate thrusts. Dick finds his prostate, skates his finger over it again and again and Tim would be sobbing with how good it is if he could get enough air.
Somehow Dick gets a second finger into him without the slightest skip in rhythm, just the stretch and force suddenly being *more*. Tim folds Dick's arm against his chest and claws at Dick's skin as much as he can around Dick's hand, their palms pressed tight, and thrusts hard enough to make his balls slap Dick's thigh -- once, twice -- and comes, shouting around Dick in his mouth, grinding back into the fingers Dick has pressed to his prostate.
Dick bends Tim's arm back down from his chest, keeping their fingers laced, and nestles Tim's head in the crook of his arm when it tries to loll. The fingers in his ass stay right where they belong, and Tim thinks he may be in love. He shudders through a few more aftershocks and *sucks*, does it again when Dick tenses and says "*fuck*" with heartfelt sincerity.
Tim squeezes Dick's hip, stretches his thumb in until he can hook it around the base of Dick's erection, and sucks hard after every thrust of Dick's hips.
Dick's apparently forgotten that he didn't want to pull Tim's hair, because he wriggles his fingers free of Tim's grip to grab a handful. His fist clenches kind of tight, but really, Tim wouldn't complain even if his mouth *wasn't* full of Dick. He just groans and reaches up blindly for Dick's nipple and keeps sucking, and when Dick tenses all over he decides 'fuck the rhythm' and goes *all* the way down on Dick again, nose pressed flat against the shower-and-sex-dampened hair of Dick's belly, and moans at the feel of the first spasm of Dick's orgasm inside his throat.
Then he pulls back a little, just enough that Dick comes onto his tongue, and Dick pants and twists and *whines* when Tim licks him through it.
The hand in his hair relaxes and Dick's fingers pet through the strands, rubbing at Tim's scalp in a way that should feel as annoying as a hair-ruffle or being skritched behind the ears like a dog, but really just feels *good*. Tim swallows, lets Dick slip gently from his mouth, spreads the taste through his mouth with his tongue and swallows again.
And pushes himself up, bracing himself on Dick's hips. Stretches because he has to, back arching, and gasps when Dick's fingers, still inside him, curl *in* a little.
When he opens his eyes, Dick's smiling, but his eyes are serious.
Which, well... the right answer to one will work for an answer to the other, too. He rolls his hips back in something like a circle -- he's way too far gone for *geometry* -- against Dick's fingers, and groans.
Dick's eyes flare, and his smile gets dirty. "Again, kid? *Already*?"
"Hey, I *am* onl--"
It's hard to tell there *are* calluses on the fingers Dick presses to his lips, soft and wet. Tim's almost distracted from the message Dick's sending by covering his mouth. Almost... but Tim agrees, anyway. Which means he doesn't really *need* to say anything else right now. He licks against one of Dick's fingers, then two at once.
Dick takes his hand away and -- *kisses* Tim. Runs the tip of his tongue just along the part of Tim's lips at first, but almost immediately moans and licks deeper. *Tasting* himself in Tim's mouth. Tim moans right back and licks Dick's tongue, sucks on it.
Harder when Dick's hand comes back to to cup his cheek, tilt his head for a better angle. Tim shifts his weight to his knees and shoves both hands into Dick's hair, water-heavy and silky-slick around his fingers. And then Dick's other hand starts moving *purposefully* in his ass, and Tim has to break the kiss, arching back and--
"--Fuck Dick *yes* Dick *fuck* me *please*--"
--And *screaming* when Dick shoves in hard, stabbing in like he's teaching Tim a new nervestrike.
All Tim can do is *ride* it, flexing his thighs and letting the edge of the shower spray drizzle over his face into his open mouth. He'd worry about aspirating water if he could actually *breathe*.
Then Dick's mouth is over his again, sucking on Tim's tongue to make him gasp and then breathing into him gently. "I don't have quite your recovery time, Boy Wonder," he says, breaking the kiss but keeping his lips just-touching Tim's, "but..."
And Dick's fingers slide in *deep* again, and then pull *out* and before Tim can start to protest, Dick is pushing him off his lap, turning him away and--
Oh. Pushing Tim to his hands and knees, pulling his hips back up, and Tim spreads his knees wide, tilts his hips up and rests his head on the tile and *waits* for Dick's fingers to come back.
They slide into his cleft, slow and teasing. Tim fights the urge to wriggle. Dick's other hand is on his cheek, spreading and holding him open while Dick's fingers stroke wet and slick up and down, petting, turning to caress Tim's thighs and his balls with those big knuckles. Tim whimpers and clenches his fists.
"Please, Dick. In... in me again... *please*..."
Hot, wet touch where he wants it, *finally*, circling and pushing and *teasing*, and then Dick's other hand is on his hip, holding him open and Dick pushes *in*, slow, and... fuck.
*Fuck*. That's Dick's *tongue*. Thick and strong and *flexing*, moving in ways his fingers couldn't, *filling* him in ways fingers just *don't*. Tim shakes, but Dick's holding him still, he couldn't get away even if he wanted to. He's making choked, high-pitched noises against the tile, he sounds like a kitten or a puppy or some other drenched and needy baby *animal*, but he can't bring himself to care.
Dick's tongue retreats, and all Tim can do is mewl louder and try -- and *fail* -- to push back against Dick's grip. But Dick's not stopping, just flicking the tip of his tongue against the rim. Flick flick flick and then the flat of Dick's tongue against him, and Tim *howls*, feeling himself flex open against Dick's tongue, and Dick slides it back into him, slow and slick.
And starts *fucking* Tim with his tongue.
Tim can't breathe -- again -- but that doesn't matter. Not when Dick's tongue keeps thrusting in, in, *in*, sliding and flexing and making him shake even harder. His cheek and his knees are slipping on the tile but Dick is holding him up by the hips, holding him so it doesn't *matter* that Dick's tongue is making all his muscles go to jelly, limp when they're not spasming, jerky and involuntary.
Dick's thumbs press in harder on the muscle of his ass, squeezing him, and Dick moans.
It vibrates all the way through Tim, deeper than Dick's tongue reaches, making his balls and his dick and his nipples *buzz*, and he howls and comes and screams Dick's name.
He's vaguely aware that Dick is pulling on his hips, and that there's some kind of cause and effect relationship with the way his cheek is sliding across the warm, wet tile. Dick reels him in until Tim's arms, splayed limp above his head, are the only part of him still under the spray of the shower.
Then Dick's grip on his hips shifts, and he's rolling Tim gently over, cupping his hips and lifting. Tim thinks about raising his head, or at least opening his eyes. Suddenly Dick's tongue is on him again, licking his belly now -- licking up Tim's *come*, and Tim twitches hard with an aftershock that makes him groan. Dick huffs a laugh against his skin and his lips close around the head of Tim's dick.
And -- he's whimpering a little, because it's too much, too soon, too *good*, but Dick's already letting him go, lowering Tim and turning him back over again. Tim revives enough to reach back and grab Dick's arms before they get far from his hips.
"*Tell* me you're ready to fuck me now."
Dick slides his arms around Tim and hauls him back against Dick's chest. He mouths the side of Tim's throat, sucking, *biting*.
"Dick," he gasps. Writhes and fumbles down and back and yeah, Dick's hard again *now*--
"Let *go*, kid."
"Dick?"
Dick breathes against his shoulder, rhythmic, staccato breaths. It's... a *breathing exercise*.
He lets go. "Dick?"
"Just... give me a minute, if you want me to fuck you *before* I come all over your ass, okay?"
Which sounds so hot Tim has to *concentrate* on remembering how much he actually does want Dick to fuck him. He growls and lets go and manages *not* to rub his ass back against Dick. Much. Dick lifts him up a little higher, rests his forehead between Tim's shoulderblades and evens out his breathing. Dick's breath is hot against Tim's skin even compared to the air in the showers, and feeling it makes Tim's hair try to stand on end. *Everywhere*.
Tim covers Dick's hands with his own and squeezes. He can wait. A little.
Dick nuzzles the hollow of his spine, licks up to the nape of his neck as he lowers Tim into his lap. His erection nudges against Tim's cheek, then his sac.
"Wanna give me a hand lining up now?"
He *doesn't* need to ask twice. Tim reaches down between his legs, and Dick's cock all but *leaps* into his hand, making it hard to *just* guide it into his cleft, hard not to stroke but -- he *wants* this. His legs aren't really positioned for leverage, but Dick shifts one hand back to Tim's hip, and pulls him down until he starts to stretch around the head.
"Nnnh," Dick groans against his ear. "Not... not really slick back there. You want... there's lotion over--"
Tim flexes open and arches back against Dick. "Just. Just go slow at first..."
Dick tightens his arm across Tim's chest and his grip on Tim's hip, and lowers him some more. Tim gasps and grunts and tries to stay relaxed for it, forces his fingers to uncurl where they're trying to fist in his lap.
Gravity alone would have Dick much deeper, much faster, but he's keeping this deliberately slow. It's -- it's exactly *right*, but it's also a tease and a kind of torture.
Tim drops his head back against Dick's collarbone, clutches the arm around his chest and bends his other arm back around Dick's neck.
"Fuck, Tim," Dick whispers, barely audible over the still-running water. "So tight..."
All Tim can manage is a half-choked groan in response. Dick keeps lowering him, steady but so *slowly*, it feels like Dick will just keep sliding into him forever and and *never* stop.
"So... so hot... *Tim*..."
And Dick tightens his grip a little more, and shifts behind and beneath Tim, and... fuck, he's kneeling *up*, pushing into Tim while he pulls him down, and Tim's glad Dick is holding onto him so tightly because he can't help squirming -- struggling -- even though the *last* thing he wants Dick to do is *stop*.
Dick's pausing to pant after almost every word, now. "Hold on-- *Timmy*-- I've-- *got* you--" He slides deeper, and Tim can feel that Dick is deep enough to rub against his prostate, he just isn't yet.
Tim growls through clenched teeth and grits out "*Please*."
Dick yanks *down* and thrusts *up*. Tim's mouth falls open in a silent scream. "Oh fuck, Tim, I-- I can't--"
"*Do* it..."
Dick clutches him tighter, holds him up and pulls back and pushes into him. Does it again, and again, and Tim clenches his fingers in Dick's hair and sobs.
"Yes, yes, Dick, *yes*, don't *stop*--"
There *isn't* enough slick, not even *close*, so it's all friction and Dick filling him, Dick *fucking* up into him until he can feel Dick's hips against his ass every time before he pulls back for the next thrust. It's perfect and it's *Dick*, Dick's arms around him and his dick in him and his mouth on Tim's neck, and it's almost too much.
And then Dick tilts Tim's hip with his (big, *strong*) hand and it's just enough to shift the angle, just enough for Dick's next thrust to *galvanise* Tim's body. Tim didn't think he could *make* sounds that high-pitched, but they keep spilling out of him.
Now it *is* too much, too good for him to even *come*, but he still doesn't want Dick to stop, just wants him to keep fucking him like this forever or until Tim dies from lack of oxygen to his brain.
Until Dick breathes, "Timmy," in his ear, again, only his voice is *breaking* now, and Tim can't *not* come. He shakes and shoots on his own chest and Dick's arm. He can feel himself clenching around Dick, and Dick gasps like he's been gut-stabbed and says, "fuck -- *fuck*" and Tim feels him spasm.
Coming *in* him.
Tim trembles and feels his own dick spit again, and runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth where he can still *taste* Dick.
Dick manages, somehow, to mostly *kneel* back down rather than just collapsing. Part of Tim is aware of the care Dick takes but he's limp, legs splayed around Dick's. His arms are still hanging where they've been only because the fingers of one hand are caught between his chest and Dick's forearm, and the fingers of the other are tangled in Dick's hair.
Dick's mouth is on him again, kissing the line of his shoulder, open and wet. Shivers go up his spine, and he lets them make him undulate against Dick. A last twitch shifts Dick inside him, and Tim groans happily.
Nothing like being well-fucked.
His arm is protesting mildly at still being stretched above *and* behind him, so Tim unwinds his fingers from Dick's hair and starts to shake it out. Dick catches it in his own free hand, massages down the length of Tim's arm, and then covers Tim's hand with his own. Tim looks down, watches Dick's knuckles flex when he slips his thumb into Tim's grip, and flex again when Tim *squeezes*.
Dick squeezes back and kisses his way up to Tim's ear, then nips the lobe.
"Can't believe I let you get me all sweaty again," he says, voice low and rough.
It makes Tim shiver -- again -- but what he says is, "Was that a *complaint*?"
Both Dick's arms squeeze him tighter again for a moment. "No."
"Good."
Dick chuckles and hums and kisses the back of his neck some more.
"Not that I'm in *any* hurry, but when you're ready to pull out?"
"Hmm?" Dick doesn't even lift his mouth from Tim's skin.
"I'll wash your back for you."
[end]
Thanks to Te for audiencing and for invaluable beta suggestions, including this important reminder: "You can get away with a lot when it comes to toon!Tim. Bukkake, spankings, gratuitous bondage, bisexuality... but not semi-colons."
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Set in the animated universe, rather than the comics, for a change. I've tried writing toon!Tim porn before, and succeeded in Timmy slash if not, quite, smut. This time? Well, there's certainly sex herein. And also Dick!
All in Good Fun
"All right. Ready to try this again?"
Dick tightens his grip, just a little, and Tim grins and squeezes back. It's all the answer Dick seems to need, because he turns into his spin and kicks out.
It's tempting to *watch* Dick, but he learned his lesson the first time he fell on his head, and he knows perfectly well that he needs all his concentration on adjusting his *own* kicks for the way he's swinging from Dick's arm. One at the beginning of the arc, which lets him kick his first target in the head, and then he narrows his eyes and nails the split-kick Dick always makes look so *easy* but really just isn't.
His three dummies are down now, along with all four of Dick's. Dick squeezes Tim's hand in warning, grabs for Tim's side with his other hand, and tightens Tim's spin as he guides Tim's feet right into the midsection of the last practice dummy, leaving the eight of them toppled in a rough circle as Tim gets his feet under himself again. He can't resist a little whoop. Three times in a *row* they've done this perfectly, now.
Dick's still got him by the hand, and the other goes up to pat and then rub at his back. "Nice work, kiddo. I think we're almost ready to start trying some free-form combinations."
"Yeah?" Tim grins and dodges the hair-ruffle Dick tries to give him, ducking his head against Dick's side. He's just sweaty enough that his t-shirt clings to his skin a little, but it doesn't feel damp under Tim's cheek, just warm.
Dick chuckles and lets his arm fall across Tim's shoulders. "We keep making *this* kind of progress, we might be ready to try this in the field next week."
"Oh, *yeah*," Tim crows, and grins into Dick's ribs. Dick hugs back a moment, then pulls gently at the nape of Tim's neck.
"C'mon, kid. You've got to be at least as sweaty as I am, which is 'too.'"
Tim just squeezes harder for a moment -- because he *can* -- and then breaks away, pulling Dick by the grip he still has on his hand. "So let's go shower. And no, we *won't* race, you long-legged show off."
"It's not my fault you're still waiting for your first growth spurt," Dick laughs, but he lets himself be towed along towards the showers.
*
It always seems like the hot water shouldn't feel good when they're already practically *steaming* in the cool air of the cave and dripping with sweat, but once Tim gets in he always turns the temperature up almost as hot as it will go. He's really not sure why it does go as hot as it does, except that Bruce runs his showers that hot sometimes and comes out looking cooked halfway to lobster, shiny and pink.
Dick actually prefers his showers a little cooler than Tim, but he doesn't complain when Tim sets the temperature controls. Tim tilts his head back into the spray, letting the hot water flow over him on all sides, then shakes the water out of his eyes and looks over at Dick.
He's still shampooing his hair, and Tim feels like he should needle Dick about how much extra time the long hair takes to care for, but it's really more fun to bite it back and just enjoy the *show*. Dick's arms flex as he works the lather through his hair, his long lashes looking even longer against his cheeks from the humidity, his lips parted.
Tim's own hand is wandering lower. He grabs the soap, instead, circles it over his chest, arms and belly, and only allows himself one sudsy-handed squeeze before replacing the soap in the rack and washing his face.
When he finishes rinsing the soap away, Dick is holding his ponytail in the spray and wringing it to get the last of the shampoo out. Tim rubs at his thigh and *doesn't* squeeze himself again and offers, "Wash your back for you?"
"Can you even reach?" Dick teases. He still doesn't open his eyes, just turns to present his back to Tim. Oh, he's *asking* for it...
Tim spanks Dick once, a good open-handed slap that molds his palm (perfectly, so perfect a fit it's -- heh -- obscene) to the curve of Dick's ass-cheek and echoes satisfyingly. Dick jumps a little, tosses the wet length of his hair back over his shoulder--
--and the next thing Tim knows, he's belly-down on the tiles with Dick on *top* of him. Spray from the showers is hitting the floor next to them and splashing back onto his face and sides, but Dick's body is shielding him from the direct spray all the way down to his calves.
Water drips ticklishly between his shoulderblades, probably from the point of Dick's chin, and he resists the urge to wriggle. "Heh. You made me *drop* the *soap*," Tim says, doing a serviceable impression of somebody who can draw a full breath.
"Oh, you want to play *that* game, hm?" Tim's forearms are trapped neatly under his own chest, and Dick's hands tighten around his biceps. Dick leans in closer, until Tim can feel his breath hot on his ear. "All you had to do was *ask*..." Tim can *hear* the grin in Dick's voice, almost feel teeth against his skin even before Dick adds, "...Boy Wonder."
Dick presses down on Tim's arms and shifts off him. Tim tries to twist free, but Dick knows how to hold onto him, even when they're both wet. Dick turns him and moves them both, and all Tim's training isn't *remotely* enough to stop Dick from doing whatever it is he's up to. Which isn't to say he doesn't try -- just that it doesn't *work*. Dick's too fast, too strong and too flexible.
When they're finally settled, Dick's sitting with his legs crossed under him, back to the shower wall. He holds Tim against his side while he shifts to a one-handed grip that spans both Tim's wrists, then he turns Tim face-down and bends him over his knee.
Oh, *fuck*. Dick's got his wrists pinned to his own back. Tim struggles some more, but it's far too late. "Aw, man, c'mon..."
The slap is almost gentle, and doesn't hurt in the least. Dick basically just pats his ass and takes his hand away again before Tim can even register the feel of his steam-softened calluses.
"That *can't* be all you've got."
...Possibly Tim is asking for it, too.
Dick shifts slightly, probably bracing to adjust for Tim's weight on his right leg.
And then spanks him three times -- maybe four -- in rapid succession, fast enough that Tim can't even shout before Dick's hand stills again.
"Aah!" he yells, and *then* he feels the tingle in his ass. He drops his head and groans and *has* to shift his hips a little. Dick's palm is still against his skin, and even without their usual hard edges his calluses are enough to make the tingle in that cheek flash over to a burn.
He's panting and squeezing his eyes closed when Dick gooses him. *Gently*. "That all you can *take*?"
"*Dick*," Tim snarls, and Dick spanks him *hard*, spanks him again on the other cheek, lays his hand right across the middle of Tim's ass. Tim shouts again and drums his feet against the tile and tucks his head into Dick's lap.
And opens his eyes to find he's face to face with Little Dick, who's half-awake. Hunh. Just enjoying the shower's warmth as usual... or taking an interest?
"Mmm," he says, which Dick apparently mistakes for a request for *more*, because he lays more slaps sharply down one side of Tim's ass and halfway down his thigh before switching to the other thigh and mirroring the same path back up. Every time Dick's palm strikes the sensitive backs of his legs, it makes Tim *squeal*... But he refuses to be embarassed, and it's not a protest, because really, he *was* going to goad Dick for more anyway.
Tim blinks and tries to catch his breath and watches Little Dick, still bobbing with the force of Dick's blows. Definitely awake, and... that was a twitch, and Tim feels an answering spasm between his own legs. He moans and shifts his hips.
And squeals *again*, because he'd forgotten that Dick would take pretty much anything he did as incitement to more spanking, including Tim doing nothing at all. Tim grinds and grunts with every hard slap -- close to a dozen this time, he thinks, not that he's even *trying* to count. His skin is prickling fire from the top curve of his ass almost to his knees.
He twists his wrists experimentally, and Dick's grip on them tightens, pressing Tim's fists into the small of his back. And he spanks him again, hard enough this time that they *both* move.
Still, it's only *one*. Tim smirks. "Getting tired?"
Tim braces his toes on the tile and *takes* it, letting whatever noises want to come out of his throat and focussing on keeping his eyes open. Dick is definitely hard now, almost as hard as it feels like Tim is. It looks like...
Dick stops again and strokes his hand over Tim's ass. The touch is light but it still makes him whine and squirm. Dick gets his hand around the curve of one cheek and lets it still, and Tim catches his breath and makes his eyes *focus* again.
Yeah. That's a bead of pre-come, about to run down and drip off between Dick's legs. Which would just be a *waste*.
Tim's still got his feet braced against the floor. He walks his hips along Dick's leg, inching closer. When Dick's next slap lands, it's easy for Tim to let the momentum of it push him close enough to get his lips around the head.
He licks the pre-come away, salt-sour and not *enough* on his tongue, then licks at at the slit for more.
Dick spanks him again, hard and kind of haphazard -- a *lot* more like punishment than teasing. Like he wants Tim to *stop*, and... Tim *can't*. "Tim!" he says, his tone incredulous and anxious and something else Tim can't quite place. He sucks, hoping for more, and groans when Dick's hand tightens on his throbbing ass. "Tim... c'mon, I'll stop... I--"
It's like Dick is hoping for a -- what Bruce would call a 'deterrent.' He actually sounds even *more* ...whatever that tone in his voice is, but Tim hums around him, works his tongue, and goes down as far as he can reach. When Dick releases his arms, Tim grabs Dick's hips with both hands, *hauls* himself forward, and goes the rest of the way down. This close he can *smell* Dick, the scent in the skin that the shower hasn't washed away, and he has to moan.
"T--T-- *fuck*," Dick says. Tim grins around him.
He licks Dick up and down, drools a little and uses his lips and tongue to spread it along Dick's shaft, then pulls off long enough to look up and say, "Don't make me stop," before swallowing Dick into his throat.
Dick whimpers and bucks his hips up once. He immediately tenses, holding himself still, but Tim squeezes and pulls at his hips encouragingly. There's a *thunk* that sounds very much like the back of Dick's head impacting the tile, and Dick murmurs "oh, *God*" before he starts thrusting. Tentative at first, but Tim groans hungrily and sucks harder, and Dick finds a rhythm Tim can bob his head to.
Dick still has one hand clamped to Tim's ass. The other is roaming over Tim's head and shoulders, not exactly petting, and not settling in one place long enough to hold on, either. But the way both his hands *spasm* every time Tim swallows or makes a sound makes it pretty obvious Dick's just afraid to. He lets go of Dick's left hip, reaches up and laces his fingers with Dick's.
"Tim... Tim, fuck, *Tim*," Dick chants under his breath. It's still mostly coherent, and Tim can't decide whether he's impressed or disappointed.
Tim hums by way of answer and works his own hips against Dick's leg in time with the rhythm of Dick's thrusts. He's *got* Dick, but he still wants *more*. Gasping now, Dick squeezes his ass again, squeezes his hand when that makes Tim growl and push his ass back into Dick's grip.
Either Dick's instincts are just that good, or he's still capable of *way* too much coherent thought, because two of his fingers slide between Tim's cheeks, spreading and stroking.
*Yes*, Tim tries to say around his mouthful of Dick, and Dick bucks his hips and presses at Tim's hole. He has to hump Dick's thigh harder, the water and his own pre-come making Dick's skin just slick enough, the heat of Dick's body almost warm enough.
Dick's finger slides in and immediately starts fucking, long and *strong* and knuckly, and Tim has to give up. Stop sucking, relax his throat and just let Dick *fuck* him from both ends, breathing and swallowing on alternate thrusts. Dick finds his prostate, skates his finger over it again and again and Tim would be sobbing with how good it is if he could get enough air.
Somehow Dick gets a second finger into him without the slightest skip in rhythm, just the stretch and force suddenly being *more*. Tim folds Dick's arm against his chest and claws at Dick's skin as much as he can around Dick's hand, their palms pressed tight, and thrusts hard enough to make his balls slap Dick's thigh -- once, twice -- and comes, shouting around Dick in his mouth, grinding back into the fingers Dick has pressed to his prostate.
Dick bends Tim's arm back down from his chest, keeping their fingers laced, and nestles Tim's head in the crook of his arm when it tries to loll. The fingers in his ass stay right where they belong, and Tim thinks he may be in love. He shudders through a few more aftershocks and *sucks*, does it again when Dick tenses and says "*fuck*" with heartfelt sincerity.
Tim squeezes Dick's hip, stretches his thumb in until he can hook it around the base of Dick's erection, and sucks hard after every thrust of Dick's hips.
Dick's apparently forgotten that he didn't want to pull Tim's hair, because he wriggles his fingers free of Tim's grip to grab a handful. His fist clenches kind of tight, but really, Tim wouldn't complain even if his mouth *wasn't* full of Dick. He just groans and reaches up blindly for Dick's nipple and keeps sucking, and when Dick tenses all over he decides 'fuck the rhythm' and goes *all* the way down on Dick again, nose pressed flat against the shower-and-sex-dampened hair of Dick's belly, and moans at the feel of the first spasm of Dick's orgasm inside his throat.
Then he pulls back a little, just enough that Dick comes onto his tongue, and Dick pants and twists and *whines* when Tim licks him through it.
The hand in his hair relaxes and Dick's fingers pet through the strands, rubbing at Tim's scalp in a way that should feel as annoying as a hair-ruffle or being skritched behind the ears like a dog, but really just feels *good*. Tim swallows, lets Dick slip gently from his mouth, spreads the taste through his mouth with his tongue and swallows again.
And pushes himself up, bracing himself on Dick's hips. Stretches because he has to, back arching, and gasps when Dick's fingers, still inside him, curl *in* a little.
When he opens his eyes, Dick's smiling, but his eyes are serious.
Which, well... the right answer to one will work for an answer to the other, too. He rolls his hips back in something like a circle -- he's way too far gone for *geometry* -- against Dick's fingers, and groans.
Dick's eyes flare, and his smile gets dirty. "Again, kid? *Already*?"
"Hey, I *am* onl--"
It's hard to tell there *are* calluses on the fingers Dick presses to his lips, soft and wet. Tim's almost distracted from the message Dick's sending by covering his mouth. Almost... but Tim agrees, anyway. Which means he doesn't really *need* to say anything else right now. He licks against one of Dick's fingers, then two at once.
Dick takes his hand away and -- *kisses* Tim. Runs the tip of his tongue just along the part of Tim's lips at first, but almost immediately moans and licks deeper. *Tasting* himself in Tim's mouth. Tim moans right back and licks Dick's tongue, sucks on it.
Harder when Dick's hand comes back to to cup his cheek, tilt his head for a better angle. Tim shifts his weight to his knees and shoves both hands into Dick's hair, water-heavy and silky-slick around his fingers. And then Dick's other hand starts moving *purposefully* in his ass, and Tim has to break the kiss, arching back and--
"--Fuck Dick *yes* Dick *fuck* me *please*--"
--And *screaming* when Dick shoves in hard, stabbing in like he's teaching Tim a new nervestrike.
All Tim can do is *ride* it, flexing his thighs and letting the edge of the shower spray drizzle over his face into his open mouth. He'd worry about aspirating water if he could actually *breathe*.
Then Dick's mouth is over his again, sucking on Tim's tongue to make him gasp and then breathing into him gently. "I don't have quite your recovery time, Boy Wonder," he says, breaking the kiss but keeping his lips just-touching Tim's, "but..."
And Dick's fingers slide in *deep* again, and then pull *out* and before Tim can start to protest, Dick is pushing him off his lap, turning him away and--
Oh. Pushing Tim to his hands and knees, pulling his hips back up, and Tim spreads his knees wide, tilts his hips up and rests his head on the tile and *waits* for Dick's fingers to come back.
They slide into his cleft, slow and teasing. Tim fights the urge to wriggle. Dick's other hand is on his cheek, spreading and holding him open while Dick's fingers stroke wet and slick up and down, petting, turning to caress Tim's thighs and his balls with those big knuckles. Tim whimpers and clenches his fists.
"Please, Dick. In... in me again... *please*..."
Hot, wet touch where he wants it, *finally*, circling and pushing and *teasing*, and then Dick's other hand is on his hip, holding him open and Dick pushes *in*, slow, and... fuck.
*Fuck*. That's Dick's *tongue*. Thick and strong and *flexing*, moving in ways his fingers couldn't, *filling* him in ways fingers just *don't*. Tim shakes, but Dick's holding him still, he couldn't get away even if he wanted to. He's making choked, high-pitched noises against the tile, he sounds like a kitten or a puppy or some other drenched and needy baby *animal*, but he can't bring himself to care.
Dick's tongue retreats, and all Tim can do is mewl louder and try -- and *fail* -- to push back against Dick's grip. But Dick's not stopping, just flicking the tip of his tongue against the rim. Flick flick flick and then the flat of Dick's tongue against him, and Tim *howls*, feeling himself flex open against Dick's tongue, and Dick slides it back into him, slow and slick.
And starts *fucking* Tim with his tongue.
Tim can't breathe -- again -- but that doesn't matter. Not when Dick's tongue keeps thrusting in, in, *in*, sliding and flexing and making him shake even harder. His cheek and his knees are slipping on the tile but Dick is holding him up by the hips, holding him so it doesn't *matter* that Dick's tongue is making all his muscles go to jelly, limp when they're not spasming, jerky and involuntary.
Dick's thumbs press in harder on the muscle of his ass, squeezing him, and Dick moans.
It vibrates all the way through Tim, deeper than Dick's tongue reaches, making his balls and his dick and his nipples *buzz*, and he howls and comes and screams Dick's name.
He's vaguely aware that Dick is pulling on his hips, and that there's some kind of cause and effect relationship with the way his cheek is sliding across the warm, wet tile. Dick reels him in until Tim's arms, splayed limp above his head, are the only part of him still under the spray of the shower.
Then Dick's grip on his hips shifts, and he's rolling Tim gently over, cupping his hips and lifting. Tim thinks about raising his head, or at least opening his eyes. Suddenly Dick's tongue is on him again, licking his belly now -- licking up Tim's *come*, and Tim twitches hard with an aftershock that makes him groan. Dick huffs a laugh against his skin and his lips close around the head of Tim's dick.
And -- he's whimpering a little, because it's too much, too soon, too *good*, but Dick's already letting him go, lowering Tim and turning him back over again. Tim revives enough to reach back and grab Dick's arms before they get far from his hips.
"*Tell* me you're ready to fuck me now."
Dick slides his arms around Tim and hauls him back against Dick's chest. He mouths the side of Tim's throat, sucking, *biting*.
"Dick," he gasps. Writhes and fumbles down and back and yeah, Dick's hard again *now*--
"Let *go*, kid."
"Dick?"
Dick breathes against his shoulder, rhythmic, staccato breaths. It's... a *breathing exercise*.
He lets go. "Dick?"
"Just... give me a minute, if you want me to fuck you *before* I come all over your ass, okay?"
Which sounds so hot Tim has to *concentrate* on remembering how much he actually does want Dick to fuck him. He growls and lets go and manages *not* to rub his ass back against Dick. Much. Dick lifts him up a little higher, rests his forehead between Tim's shoulderblades and evens out his breathing. Dick's breath is hot against Tim's skin even compared to the air in the showers, and feeling it makes Tim's hair try to stand on end. *Everywhere*.
Tim covers Dick's hands with his own and squeezes. He can wait. A little.
Dick nuzzles the hollow of his spine, licks up to the nape of his neck as he lowers Tim into his lap. His erection nudges against Tim's cheek, then his sac.
"Wanna give me a hand lining up now?"
He *doesn't* need to ask twice. Tim reaches down between his legs, and Dick's cock all but *leaps* into his hand, making it hard to *just* guide it into his cleft, hard not to stroke but -- he *wants* this. His legs aren't really positioned for leverage, but Dick shifts one hand back to Tim's hip, and pulls him down until he starts to stretch around the head.
"Nnnh," Dick groans against his ear. "Not... not really slick back there. You want... there's lotion over--"
Tim flexes open and arches back against Dick. "Just. Just go slow at first..."
Dick tightens his arm across Tim's chest and his grip on Tim's hip, and lowers him some more. Tim gasps and grunts and tries to stay relaxed for it, forces his fingers to uncurl where they're trying to fist in his lap.
Gravity alone would have Dick much deeper, much faster, but he's keeping this deliberately slow. It's -- it's exactly *right*, but it's also a tease and a kind of torture.
Tim drops his head back against Dick's collarbone, clutches the arm around his chest and bends his other arm back around Dick's neck.
"Fuck, Tim," Dick whispers, barely audible over the still-running water. "So tight..."
All Tim can manage is a half-choked groan in response. Dick keeps lowering him, steady but so *slowly*, it feels like Dick will just keep sliding into him forever and and *never* stop.
"So... so hot... *Tim*..."
And Dick tightens his grip a little more, and shifts behind and beneath Tim, and... fuck, he's kneeling *up*, pushing into Tim while he pulls him down, and Tim's glad Dick is holding onto him so tightly because he can't help squirming -- struggling -- even though the *last* thing he wants Dick to do is *stop*.
Dick's pausing to pant after almost every word, now. "Hold on-- *Timmy*-- I've-- *got* you--" He slides deeper, and Tim can feel that Dick is deep enough to rub against his prostate, he just isn't yet.
Tim growls through clenched teeth and grits out "*Please*."
Dick yanks *down* and thrusts *up*. Tim's mouth falls open in a silent scream. "Oh fuck, Tim, I-- I can't--"
"*Do* it..."
Dick clutches him tighter, holds him up and pulls back and pushes into him. Does it again, and again, and Tim clenches his fingers in Dick's hair and sobs.
"Yes, yes, Dick, *yes*, don't *stop*--"
There *isn't* enough slick, not even *close*, so it's all friction and Dick filling him, Dick *fucking* up into him until he can feel Dick's hips against his ass every time before he pulls back for the next thrust. It's perfect and it's *Dick*, Dick's arms around him and his dick in him and his mouth on Tim's neck, and it's almost too much.
And then Dick tilts Tim's hip with his (big, *strong*) hand and it's just enough to shift the angle, just enough for Dick's next thrust to *galvanise* Tim's body. Tim didn't think he could *make* sounds that high-pitched, but they keep spilling out of him.
Now it *is* too much, too good for him to even *come*, but he still doesn't want Dick to stop, just wants him to keep fucking him like this forever or until Tim dies from lack of oxygen to his brain.
Until Dick breathes, "Timmy," in his ear, again, only his voice is *breaking* now, and Tim can't *not* come. He shakes and shoots on his own chest and Dick's arm. He can feel himself clenching around Dick, and Dick gasps like he's been gut-stabbed and says, "fuck -- *fuck*" and Tim feels him spasm.
Coming *in* him.
Tim trembles and feels his own dick spit again, and runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth where he can still *taste* Dick.
Dick manages, somehow, to mostly *kneel* back down rather than just collapsing. Part of Tim is aware of the care Dick takes but he's limp, legs splayed around Dick's. His arms are still hanging where they've been only because the fingers of one hand are caught between his chest and Dick's forearm, and the fingers of the other are tangled in Dick's hair.
Dick's mouth is on him again, kissing the line of his shoulder, open and wet. Shivers go up his spine, and he lets them make him undulate against Dick. A last twitch shifts Dick inside him, and Tim groans happily.
Nothing like being well-fucked.
His arm is protesting mildly at still being stretched above *and* behind him, so Tim unwinds his fingers from Dick's hair and starts to shake it out. Dick catches it in his own free hand, massages down the length of Tim's arm, and then covers Tim's hand with his own. Tim looks down, watches Dick's knuckles flex when he slips his thumb into Tim's grip, and flex again when Tim *squeezes*.
Dick squeezes back and kisses his way up to Tim's ear, then nips the lobe.
"Can't believe I let you get me all sweaty again," he says, voice low and rough.
It makes Tim shiver -- again -- but what he says is, "Was that a *complaint*?"
Both Dick's arms squeeze him tighter again for a moment. "No."
"Good."
Dick chuckles and hums and kisses the back of his neck some more.
"Not that I'm in *any* hurry, but when you're ready to pull out?"
"Hmm?" Dick doesn't even lift his mouth from Tim's skin.
"I'll wash your back for you."
[end]
Thanks to Te for audiencing and for invaluable beta suggestions, including this important reminder: "You can get away with a lot when it comes to toon!Tim. Bukkake, spankings, gratuitous bondage, bisexuality... but not semi-colons."
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Date: 2005-02-02 01:56 pm (UTC)Prof:...and what kind of conditional do we get with the aorist infinitive?
Me: *drools*