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08 March 2010 @ 04:14 am
FANFICTION: Little Kit Gloves (Dick/Tim)  
"Little kit gloves."
Dick/Tim
NC-17
A/N: 8D;; AAAAAAAAH. For Porn Day! and also for jokers_daughter ‘s Officer Grayson Jam. Though I don’t know if I want it spread on DA that I wrote this lmfao.

WHAT YOU GUYS, I WROTE SOMETHING NC-17. THIS IS IN-APPROPRIATE, YOUNG AND IMPRESSIONABLE EYES PLEASE STAY AWAY! *goes and hides in a corner*

This is un-beta’d as of yet, sorry, I just wrote it and then passed out.



“So this is what it’s like to live the domestic life, huh?” The words came spry from Dick’s lips as he stretched out to linger at the door frame, eyeing up the boy at his sink.

Tim was elbow high in suds, his hair mussed and his pajamas rumpled as he scrubbed absently at their breakfast dishes. He hardly reacted to Dick’s little jab, ( of course ) but for once, it hardly mattered. The fact that Tim stayed exactly as he was only meant that Dick could take in his gorgeous fame one more time, and Dick was eager for *any* opportunity to do that.

“Not a morning person?” Dick tried again, words drifting to Tim’s ears as he snuck up behind the teen. His finger tips brushed up to hold at Tim’s elbows, absently stroking over skin and making the little bird shiver and pause his early morning duties. “I was going to do those dishes myself, you know. Eventually.”

That, (of course) makes Tim turn around with a skeptical little frown.

“Considering what we both do for a living, I’m fairly sure you know what the answer to that question is Dick. *No one* who does what we do is a morning person.” With a sharp snap, Tim is pulling off bright yellow rubber gloves, and Dick swears that his little brother is the only person on the planet who can make that seem meticulous and dually sexy as hell.

“As for the dishes, I highly doubt you would have gotten them done any time this millennia.” One perk of a brow, and yeah, Tim just keeps getting hotter. “That’s based on your current track record, and the fact that they only get done every time I stay over.”

Tim has been staying over. They don’t talk about it much, simply because there are better things to do (hugging, kissing, adoring things ) , and more important things to dwell on than words that don’t even need to be spoken to be understood.

“What are you wearing?” Tim asks sharply, and it’s evident that he knows but wants a verbal affirmation anyways. The teen is giving him this look, and as Dick smiles and explains he can tell exactly what’s going on in the little bird’s head.

“Bludhaven Police Department uniform, from top to tails.” His fingers lifted for a quick second, tugging his hat down to flick the brim through his fingers, rolling it up his arm and back into place on his head. “It’s a really formal occasion; one of the higher ups is transferring over to another city. I even have to wear these stupid white gloves.” While he’s explaining, Tim’s brain is analyzing every inch of his BHPD uniform. Even though Tim is listening and could easily repeat any part of Dick’s explanation, Richard knows that Tim’s mind is anywhere but on his words, dwelling on his baton and belt, the line of his pants, the shine on his shoes. Tim’s eyes are drifting over his outfit, sizing it up and *liking* it, thinking evil little things that are far too imaginative for his own good.

Just to be sure, Dick continues with his needless speech, making a few ever exuberant gestures with his gloved fingers just to see Tim dwell on it.

“They’re really damn hard to wash, infuriating even. I don’t know why they’re standard issue for these formal shindigs when I could easily go without.”

You *like* a man in uniform Timmy, I just have to get you to admit it out loud.

“Hn.” Tim offers, turning back to the dishes, and that just won’t do at all. Before the teen can protest, Dick is behind him again, the hard outline of his belt digging into Tim’s tailbone. He leans down, skimming soft words over the spot where the smooth skin of the neck meets the shoulder and it earns him a tangible shudder of pleasure.

“I have a hell of a time keeping myself clean.” Dick purred over the spot, chancing his tongue out in a low, wet swipe. Gradually, he picks his cotton covered fingers up Tim’s thighs and rests them at the juts of his hips, tracing dexterous thumbs. “It’s a good thing I have you.”

The ting of a fork glancing off of a plate is audible, and Dick can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

Coming around now, are we? Tim’s pants are in the way. It’s a decided fact, and like any good man of the law, Dick aims to solve problems as quickly and effectively as possible. His fingers hook into the elastic and with one smooth sweep the fabric is pooled around Tim’s ankles.

“You do so much for me Tim. As a sterling officer, I should really find a way to give back.” He leaves sharp bites over skin, punctuated by slow sweeps of his tongue to make the marks turn a deep bruising purple. Feeling Tim moan and roll back against him is possibly the best reward in the history of decoration for efforts. “Just tell me what you want.

Tim wants everything and Dick is eager to offer it up on a platter, just so long as Tim asks. The words won’t come yet because Tim is still trying to resist even the basest reactions, but Dick is a very patient man. Deft fingers strike again and he’s weaving his baton from his belt, running the smooth tip of it over Tim’s thighs and between his legs. It scrapes a cold line over Tim’s sac, inching ghostly patterns over sensitive skin in such a way that his lover has to inch up on his toes.

Tim whimpers, and Dick can tell that the teen has no idea if he wants to moan or run.

Timmy..

With gentle taps Dick works the baton up Tim’s shaft, coaxing him into an erection with a teasing line from the bird’s base to his head. When Tim is stiff and straining against his own bared navel, Dick can’t help but take a peek, whistling low as he watches pre-cum bead at the aching tip.

“Timmy, are you waiting for me to read you your rights before you pipe up?” There’s amusement in his voice, he can’t help it, even as he drops the baton to the floor. It makes a loud thunk shocking Tim into a jolt that he immediately takes advantage of. Tim’s hips buck forward and Dick’s hand swoops down, the stark white glove wrapping around the teen’s throbbing width.

Ahn, *fuck*.” Barely moving his hands, and it’s driving Tim crazy. Dick can see it in every strained inch of him; the bird’s neck exposed as he all but collapses against the man’s strong frame.

“ Is that a suggestion, or just an exclamation of approval?” Dick asked, chuckling low as he started to pump, dragging the soft fabric of the gloves up and down in strong strokes. “You’ll have to be a little more specific with me, Tim. Be clear now, this interrogation is for posterity.

Dick if you don’t stop screwing around with me I’m going to-” Dick stops. Tim gasps, whipping his head around to snarl at him like a thing possessed. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t. And I told you to be specific.” Making Tim squirm shouldn’t be so delicious, but it really *is*. It’s as undeniable as the boy’s moan when he dips low to kiss and suck at his collar bone, fingertips fanning out to stroke along the sensitive vein that ran down the underside of the bird’s cock. “Does my uniform make you hot?

There’s something amazing about stripping every inch of control from Tim along with his clothes. Leaving him aching and wanting and desperate to *feel* when in every other instance Tim is as emotional as a blank piece of paper.

At the moment, Tim is a vivid red, pushing up into his hand and fighting the urge to cry out. A fight that Tim is destined to loose as soon as Dick’s free hand drags sneaky fingers down the curve of his naked ass cheek.

Yes.” It’s a stark admittance, and he’ll take it. He’ll take *everything*, right to the damn bank. With a low grunt, Dick uses the same hand to thumb as his belt and flick his own zipper, pants, and underwear well out of the way, freeing up his own arousal that had been growing steadily since Tim’s first broken shiver.

“There’s just one condition.” Dick breathes over the nape of Tim’s neck, stirring up fine hairs and smirking as he feels Tim roll impatiently against him. “You can’t mess up my gloves.”
Tim is stark still for a moment, and that’s all he needs. His hand starts to move like a wild fire, sharp, hard strokes that are completely unforgiving. It’s enough to make Tim’s knees buckle, and cause his pretty little blue eyes to roll up in his head. With a low chuckle he shifts to hold Tim up, angling his hips so that he can press his own aching tip to the pucker of Tim’s entrance. It’s wet and warm, and Dick is leaking enough precum that Tim wields to the gradual press as easily as he moans out shaky flutters of his name.

Thrusting into Tim is perfection personified in a wet, pulsing haven of muscle and tension; every angled motion of their skin slapping together better than the next. His rhythm works in tandem with the jerking of his hand, and he can’t help but laugh, because even now Tim is trying to keep himself from coming all over his gloves.

Ever obedient.

“Timmy,” Dick whispered low, squeezing around the teen’s shaft and raking his fingertips up to circle the circumference of his lover’s head. “If you keep this up, I might let you go.” One sharp press to Tim’s slit, rubbing, insistent. “You’ll get off early on good behavior.

That’s all it takes. The world sparks with stars as Tim spasms around him, groaning unabashedly as he loses himself all over Dick’s pristine white gloves. Slick seed and sweat mar the perfect shine of the golden buttons at the cuffs, and Dick feels himself releasing into the warm confines of Tim’s ass with the image burned firmly into the back of his eyelids.

When both of them are spent and panting against the counter, Dick sucks at the back of Tim’s neck before carefully pulling himself free. His clean glove slicks up the mess, and he offers both of the marred garments up to Tim’s deft little tongue.

Eventually, Dick is pulling up his pants and fastening his belt, cleaning off his baton before hitching it into place and heading to the door. The gloves are damp in Tim’s pretty hands as he lingers in a seated position on the floor, his back to the counter top as he watched Dick toe on his shoes.

“What about..” The teen’s blue eyes linger on the gloves twined in his fingers, face warm with a rewarding flush.

Dick smirks, and pulls an extra pair from his pocket.

“Just in case.”

The wet slap of the used gloves against the other side of the door isn’t audible (unlike Tim’s indignant yell) when Dick is trotting down the halls.. but he knows it’s there.

 
 
 
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Meg: Dick/Tim lovebatstalker on March 8th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
Lmfao. <3 Guh is the best comment I could recieve!

Actually, your comment makes me so super happy. I love it when people pick out specific parts that they enjoy about something I've done and then explain to me why they like it.

>v< The baton was just begging to be used that way.

8> Omg I know right, that part was vivid for me.

>v< <3 You make me happy.
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shiny_glor_chan: Robins 1 & 3 building hopshiny_glor_chan on March 8th, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC)
Guh. Ahem. I mean, no, I mean guh. @_@
Meg: Hugs!!batstalker on March 8th, 2010 08:51 pm (UTC)
This comment made me giggle out loud. <3<3 Thank you.
iesika: jailbaitiesika on March 8th, 2010 02:43 pm (UTC)
HOT!

You were concerned about your ability to write porn why,, exactly?

Seriously. HOT I'm not sure why, but it was the tarnishing of the brass buttons that hit me hardest, though the whole thing was just delicious!
Meg: Hey babybatstalker on March 8th, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)
>v< Thank you!!

D8; I was more concerned about my ability to *post* porn, also my porn in comparison to the porn of the people I greatly look up to in terms of writing. BUT YOU LIKED IT! So that makes me feel really really good!!

9v9 Mm, I know, that part was fun. <3<3 >v< Hee. <3
Sparkle!kirax2 on March 8th, 2010 03:35 pm (UTC)
Nice! I love the bit with the gloves, especially the "Just in case" at the end! *laughs*
Meg: Interrogationbatstalker on March 8th, 2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
I like to make my stuff light and fun, and I had that ending written out before I had anything else. I was like: "9v9 PFFT, Oh Richard. <3"

Alisaphire_dance on March 8th, 2010 07:46 pm (UTC)
Oh yum, there really is something special about a man in uniform
Meg: Yay!batstalker on March 8th, 2010 08:56 pm (UTC)
>v< Mmmhmm!! Dick especially, that sexy acrobatic, bar tending, night time vigilante, police force man. <3 What a catch. <3
munninmunnin_odanin on March 8th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)
Oh wow! *gulp* poor Tim, these gloves would undo anyone!
Meg: Hey babybatstalker on March 9th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
Heck yes they would! <3 XD Hee, glad you liked.
A. Draper: Comics: Tim's Ducatiaravistarkheena on March 9th, 2010 01:39 am (UTC)
Ahahahah, oh man this was hot and way too much fun. :D
Meg: Hugs!!batstalker on March 9th, 2010 02:37 am (UTC)
9v9 <3<3<3 I'm so glad you liked it. I really enjoy reading your writing, so knowing that you enjoyed mine makes me all sorts of excited and happy inside. <3<3<3

larsinger29larsinger29 on March 9th, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Oh goodness. That was just awesome on SO many levels! Deliciously evil Dick, yielding Tim, uniforms. "Guh" indeed.
Meg: Interrogationbatstalker on March 9th, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)
>v< Hee! Glad you liked it! I love me an Evil Dick, and a yielding Tim. My favourite combination!
pretentious hipster scum.obtains on March 9th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
unfff.
Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.: :)merelymine on March 10th, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
Man, I love domestic!Timmy and Officer Grayson, so having them both show up in one fic is pretty damn awesome.

Feeling Tim moan and roll back against him is possibly the best reward in the history of decoration for efforts.

I HAVE TO AGREE WITH DICK ON THIS.

Hotdamn, that was really great. *fans self*
Meg: Dick/Tim lovebatstalker on March 10th, 2010 05:22 am (UTC)
9v9 I know right! They're a lovely combo. <3

Lmfao, I felt much the same way.

>v< <3<3<3 I'm so glad you liked it! Gah, having all my favourite fanfic authors say they like my writing is like the biggest ego booster in the entire world. I swear, you're spoiling me, it's so so nice. <3<3
guilded_robinguilded_robin on March 11th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)
-drools-
I dunno which is better, Bruce tying Tim to the Eiffel Tower and having his way with him after being teased with syrup....or Dick and his police uniform >.<

You aren't allowed to make me become torn over such things!

Gonna storm you posts and seem if you've got one of Jason playing with the baby bird >.>