Point of View
And the smut train just keeps rollin'. Dick/Tim. Mature Content Warnings!
Point of View
It is somewhat of a shock, the realisation. Like cold water being poured all over him. It is a completely ordinary night - or early morning as it were, not even any near death encounters to blame it on. Tim is lazing on Dick's couch, flipping through a weapons catalogue, when suddenly Dick just sees him. Really sees him, like he hadn't before, sees him as something other then his friend, his little brother. Tim smirks at him and his heart flips over. Dick smiles and nods at whatever comment Tim has just made and goes to the kitchen to make coffee, his body making the routine movements while his mind panics. When did this happen? When did Tim stop being his little brother, when did he grow up into this beautiful creature that was lounging on Dick's couch in his sweatpants and demanding coffee? Dick hands Tim a mug, and sips on his own, relishing the burning sensation on his tongue from drinking it to soon, which distracts him from the fact that Tim just licked a drop off the side of the mug and Dick wants to feel that tongue with his own. Dick drains his mug quickly, and Tim laughs at him, talking about something called sleep and how it actually existed for some people, and Dick has to bite his tongue and smile and definitely not think about sleep in any relation to Tim. It would be far too easy to convince Tim to stay tonight, even sleep in his bed with him. They have many times before - just collapsed into Dick's bed after a long patrol, not even bothering to get undressed or even climb under the covers in their exhaustion. It would be far too easy to use exhaustion as an excuse to cuddle close to the boy, maybe even hold him - and Dick needs to stop thinking about this now, and focus on the fact that Tim is giving him a worried glance.
"Dick? You haven't paid attention to a single word I said, have you?"
"Sorry," Dick apologises with a yawn, "tired," he gives an excuse. It's true, he is tired, but that's not why he's having trouble paying attention, because now Tim has turned those eyes on him, holding his gaze with them, narrowing them slightly as Dick blinks.
"Right, you're going to bed," he says, and stands up to push Dick in the direction of the bedroom. Dick really really can't go in there right now, because he really won't be able to distract himself from his thoughts while lying in bed, and that will lead to things he can't do with Tim in the other room. Or maybe would be too easy to do with Tim in the other room.
"I'm fine," he protests, moving towards the kitchen instead. "Just need more coffee," and it sounds unconvincing to his own ears, but probably for completely different reasons then it sounds unconvincing to Tim's. Tim lets him go get another mug of coffee however, watching him carefully. Dick has to look away, and he can still feel Tim watching him, and he is suddenly very grateful for the large, oversized bathrobe he’d grabbed off the floor and wrapped around himself earlier. And he has to sip on the still too hot coffee and try to ignore the reactions his body is having to Tim just being in the room and he can't turn now because he'll have to see Tim's bare chest and that image is something he most definitely cannot think about right now. Tim is not helping when he comes up behind Dick and puts a hand to his shoulder.
"Dick, what's wrong? You seem so tense. Did you and Babs fight again or something?" And Tim is rubbing his shoulders gently in a way he's done a thousand times before but never made Dick feel quite like this.
"No. No, I haven't even spoken to her since she dumped me. Again." And thinking about Babs instead should help, it really should, he should be able to use that pain like a shield, use it to keep from thinking about anything else, but he really can't, not when Tim moves to stand in front of him with a serious look.
"Maybe it would help if you two talked." Dick shakes his head, trying to cling to this conversation, because it forces him to think about something other than the pattern the scars made over Tim's abdomen.
"I think it's really over this time," he hears come out of his mouth, and Tim gives him a shocked look.
"You think she won't come back?" he asks.
"No," he says carefully, "No, I think I won't." And this causes Tim to stare, and Dick can't look away from the depths of those eyes which are big and shocked and looking at him.
"You're not going to forgive her?"
"No, I forgive her. I just. I don't think I can date her anymore." And Dick is now shocking himself with the words that come pouring out of his mouth, and at how true they feel. He can't go back to that kind of relationship with Babs. He just can't.
"Wow," says Tim finally, "Dick, I. Are you okay?"
"I think so. Or I'm going to be." Which is the same thing really, but Tim nods at him, and gives him a small hug, and that really doesn't help because now Dick is unable to think of anything other than how good it felt to have Tim pressed against him for those few moments. And then he takes a moment to be thankful that Tim hugs only with his upper body, not the full body squeezing hugs that Dick usually gives, because then he'd have to do some awkward explaining. And Tim is pushing him towards the couch now, and Dick lets himself be guided there, and now Tim is massaging his shoulders again. And it's not enough, but it has to be, because he can't let himself feel this way. Tim works the tension out of his shoulder muscles gently, professionally, and Dick mutters 'thanks'.
And Tim nods and goes back to flipping through his catalogue, but then Tim looks up at him with something like determination and it's suddenly really warm in the room and they really are far too close, and Tim's leaning towards him and - And he just kissed him. Tim's lips have pressed firmly, assuredly, confidently against his, and now he's pulling away carefully, and Dick can't even move. Tim's eyes search his, and Dick has to reach out and pull Tim close to him, and kiss him back, even though this is dangerous, and stupid, and wrong. But it's not wrong when Tim's tongue flicks hesitantly into his mouth, and Tim presses completely against him, and pushes Dick's bathrobe off him, and grinds their bodies together. And he can’t even remember why it was wrong when Tim’s hands begin wandering over him, exploring his skin, and Dick allows his hands to wander over Tim’s back, finding the scars and tracing them gently. And Tim’s pushing him down with that same determination, and grinding against him in a way that teases and offers at the same time. It’s not long before Dick finds himself begging for it, and Tim pulls him up off the couch and pushes him towards the bedroom, and they’re almost tripping over the boxes that are scattered about Dick’s apartment on the way there, and then they are tripping, onto the bed, and it is a rush to strip each other’s clothes off, and Dick almost can’t believe he’s doing this. And then Tim starts sucking him. Dick arches and moans, and he can’t stop talking in useless moans that don’t really mean anything, except when they do.
“Tim, God, just like that. Tim. Oh God. Yes. Keep. Right there. More. Please. Don’t stop. I love you,” he gasps as he comes, and Tim chokes slightly, and pulls off him, and he doesn’t give Tim time to respond to his statement, just kisses him fiercely.
“I,” Tim gasps as he pulls away, but Dick kisses him too quickly for him to get the rest of the words out, because he really can’t hear what he’s going to say next, because it could be anything, and he knows his heart won’t be able to take it if it’s anything other than - “I love you,” Tim wrenches himself away to say, and then Dick has to kiss him again, slower, deeper, softer, and then kiss his way down Tim’s body as the boy - teenager - repeats the words again and again for him. Dick goes down on him, sucking gently, and Tim’s hands find his head, holding on to him, clutching, and Dick hums around him, making him even harder, and Tim thrusts helplessly, and Dick has to flip them over, hold his hips, hold him down so he can hollow his cheeks and suck harder and swallow him and make him come, and Tim makes the most beautiful noise Dick has ever heard.
“Tim,” he says once he’s pulled off, and the boy is still shaking and it’s all Dick can do to just hold him. And he rolls them over again so Tim is on top of him and pulls him against his chest, and Tim nuzzles into his neck, planting a few kisses there. They fall asleep like that, Tim drifting off first, Dick watching him and holding him until he too falls asleep. They wake up around ten in the morning, and it is only because of the phone ringing that they wake up that early. They’ve repaid a few sleep debts, at least, and they had nothing to do that morning anyways.
“Gonna get that?” asks Tim, smiling up at him sleepily.
“Not moving,” replies Dick, holding Tim closer to him.
“It could be important,” says Tim.
“It’s probably Babs,” he says, and Tim gives him a funny look, and appears to struggling with something.
“You’re going to have to talk to her eventually,” says Tim finally.
“Not if I don’t move,” says Dick, and the phone stops ringing as the answering machine gets it.
“Dick, pick up. I know you’re there, I can see your tracers,” she says, and Tim gives Dick a look.
“Someone should pick up the phone,” he said seriously. Dick really couldn’t talk to her though, he didn’t want to talk to her, he couldn’t hear her apology.
“Dick,” says Babs’ voice on the message machine.
“You talk to her then,” Dick tells Tim, and Tim sighs, but stretches to reach for Dick’s bedside phone.
“Hi Babs.”
“Tim!” she exclaims, “I didn’t know you were in Bludhaven. Can you put Dick on?” Dick shakes his head firmly at Tim and gives a pleading look.
“He’s currently hiding in bed and refusing to talk,” says Tim. Babs sighs on the other end of the line.
“Can you tell him I’m sorry?”
“He can hear you,” Tim says, giving Dick a look.
“I’m sorry, Dick. I really am.” Dick sighs and looks at Tim.
“Hand me the phone,” Tim hands it over with an encouraging and hopeful look. “I’m sorry too, Babs.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“Yes. But Babs, it’s really over this time.” There are two gasps, one on the other end of the line, and one from Tim. He didn’t believe Dick would still go back to her, did he?
“What?” asks Babs in a shocked voice.
“I’m sorry,” is the only thing he can think of to say, because he knows exactly how much it hurts, because Babs has done this exact thing to him so many fucking times, and over the phone is just cruel, but it’s not like they’re even together.
“Are you still angry?” Dick sighs.
“I’m not angry, Babs. It’s just over.”
“Why?” Dick gives Tim a smile.
“I’m in love with someone else.” And Tim gives a small smile back, and it makes it so much easier.
“Oh,” says Babs quietly. “I. Oh. Okay. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to ask you to be my friend, Babs, because I know exactly how much that hurts. But I am going to tell you that I’ll always be your friend.”
“Okay. Right. I’ll - go. Bye, Dick.”
“Goodbye, Babs.” Dick hangs up the phone and pulls Tim back down on him, kissing him gently. “Hey,” he says gently.
“Hey,” Tim says back, and snuggles into him.
“Gotta make a quick call.”
“Okay,” says Tim, confused. Dick picks up the phone.
“Dinah? Hi, it’s Dick.”
“Dick? What’s up?”
“I was actually wondering if you’d be able to make a stop in Gotham today.”
“Uh, probably, why?”
“I need you to drop by the Clock tower and check on Babs. I’d come bearing ice cream.”
“What happened?”
“I told her we couldn’t date again.”
“What?!”
“You know how she broke up with me two weeks ago? Well she called to apologise, and I told her we couldn’t date again.”
“You mean right now, or…”
“I mean we just can’t date ever.”
“Wow. Right I’m on my way to the Clock tower. What’s her favourite ice cream?”
“Rocky road. But if you can’t find any I’d go with chocolate.”
“Right. Bye Dick.” Dick sets the phone back down and glances at Tim, who gives him another kiss.
“Dinah and ice cream?” he asks with an accompanying eyebrow raise.
“She’s going to need it. You’ve seen me after Babs breaking up with me.”
“God, I never knew one person could eat that much ice cream and still be able to move.”
“It makes you feel better. Then again, so does this.” Dick kisses Tim passionately, pulling him close. “Not letting you go ever.” Tim smirks at him.
“It’s going to be rather hard patrol like this.”
“You know what I mean. Now come shower with me.”
~
Tim finds it kind of nice that Dick doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word ‘discreet’ when it comes to a relationship. It’s nice because that means Dick has just showed up at the Titans Tower, and currently has him pinned to the wall, kissing him to death. Tim thinks he saw Bart actually faint when he saw them. Tim had been waiting around with the rest of the Titans who were not out on patrol, when Dick had marched into the room, picked him up, pinned him against the wall, and to the surprise of the room in general, started making out with him. They probably thought Dick was going to kill him, Tim reflects as he sucks on Dick’s tongue distractedly. Dick pulls away.
“I missed you,” he says, before kissing him again. Tim pushes Dick away.
“My room, now,” he says before Dick can give him a hurt look, and drags him out of the room, not caring that he’s just left his team in shock. They could deal, but right now, Tim needed to get laid.
~
Point of View
It is somewhat of a shock, the realisation. Like cold water being poured all over him. It is a completely ordinary night - or early morning as it were, not even any near death encounters to blame it on. Tim is lazing on Dick's couch, flipping through a weapons catalogue, when suddenly Dick just sees him. Really sees him, like he hadn't before, sees him as something other then his friend, his little brother. Tim smirks at him and his heart flips over. Dick smiles and nods at whatever comment Tim has just made and goes to the kitchen to make coffee, his body making the routine movements while his mind panics. When did this happen? When did Tim stop being his little brother, when did he grow up into this beautiful creature that was lounging on Dick's couch in his sweatpants and demanding coffee? Dick hands Tim a mug, and sips on his own, relishing the burning sensation on his tongue from drinking it to soon, which distracts him from the fact that Tim just licked a drop off the side of the mug and Dick wants to feel that tongue with his own. Dick drains his mug quickly, and Tim laughs at him, talking about something called sleep and how it actually existed for some people, and Dick has to bite his tongue and smile and definitely not think about sleep in any relation to Tim. It would be far too easy to convince Tim to stay tonight, even sleep in his bed with him. They have many times before - just collapsed into Dick's bed after a long patrol, not even bothering to get undressed or even climb under the covers in their exhaustion. It would be far too easy to use exhaustion as an excuse to cuddle close to the boy, maybe even hold him - and Dick needs to stop thinking about this now, and focus on the fact that Tim is giving him a worried glance.
"Dick? You haven't paid attention to a single word I said, have you?"
"Sorry," Dick apologises with a yawn, "tired," he gives an excuse. It's true, he is tired, but that's not why he's having trouble paying attention, because now Tim has turned those eyes on him, holding his gaze with them, narrowing them slightly as Dick blinks.
"Right, you're going to bed," he says, and stands up to push Dick in the direction of the bedroom. Dick really really can't go in there right now, because he really won't be able to distract himself from his thoughts while lying in bed, and that will lead to things he can't do with Tim in the other room. Or maybe would be too easy to do with Tim in the other room.
"I'm fine," he protests, moving towards the kitchen instead. "Just need more coffee," and it sounds unconvincing to his own ears, but probably for completely different reasons then it sounds unconvincing to Tim's. Tim lets him go get another mug of coffee however, watching him carefully. Dick has to look away, and he can still feel Tim watching him, and he is suddenly very grateful for the large, oversized bathrobe he’d grabbed off the floor and wrapped around himself earlier. And he has to sip on the still too hot coffee and try to ignore the reactions his body is having to Tim just being in the room and he can't turn now because he'll have to see Tim's bare chest and that image is something he most definitely cannot think about right now. Tim is not helping when he comes up behind Dick and puts a hand to his shoulder.
"Dick, what's wrong? You seem so tense. Did you and Babs fight again or something?" And Tim is rubbing his shoulders gently in a way he's done a thousand times before but never made Dick feel quite like this.
"No. No, I haven't even spoken to her since she dumped me. Again." And thinking about Babs instead should help, it really should, he should be able to use that pain like a shield, use it to keep from thinking about anything else, but he really can't, not when Tim moves to stand in front of him with a serious look.
"Maybe it would help if you two talked." Dick shakes his head, trying to cling to this conversation, because it forces him to think about something other than the pattern the scars made over Tim's abdomen.
"I think it's really over this time," he hears come out of his mouth, and Tim gives him a shocked look.
"You think she won't come back?" he asks.
"No," he says carefully, "No, I think I won't." And this causes Tim to stare, and Dick can't look away from the depths of those eyes which are big and shocked and looking at him.
"You're not going to forgive her?"
"No, I forgive her. I just. I don't think I can date her anymore." And Dick is now shocking himself with the words that come pouring out of his mouth, and at how true they feel. He can't go back to that kind of relationship with Babs. He just can't.
"Wow," says Tim finally, "Dick, I. Are you okay?"
"I think so. Or I'm going to be." Which is the same thing really, but Tim nods at him, and gives him a small hug, and that really doesn't help because now Dick is unable to think of anything other than how good it felt to have Tim pressed against him for those few moments. And then he takes a moment to be thankful that Tim hugs only with his upper body, not the full body squeezing hugs that Dick usually gives, because then he'd have to do some awkward explaining. And Tim is pushing him towards the couch now, and Dick lets himself be guided there, and now Tim is massaging his shoulders again. And it's not enough, but it has to be, because he can't let himself feel this way. Tim works the tension out of his shoulder muscles gently, professionally, and Dick mutters 'thanks'.
And Tim nods and goes back to flipping through his catalogue, but then Tim looks up at him with something like determination and it's suddenly really warm in the room and they really are far too close, and Tim's leaning towards him and - And he just kissed him. Tim's lips have pressed firmly, assuredly, confidently against his, and now he's pulling away carefully, and Dick can't even move. Tim's eyes search his, and Dick has to reach out and pull Tim close to him, and kiss him back, even though this is dangerous, and stupid, and wrong. But it's not wrong when Tim's tongue flicks hesitantly into his mouth, and Tim presses completely against him, and pushes Dick's bathrobe off him, and grinds their bodies together. And he can’t even remember why it was wrong when Tim’s hands begin wandering over him, exploring his skin, and Dick allows his hands to wander over Tim’s back, finding the scars and tracing them gently. And Tim’s pushing him down with that same determination, and grinding against him in a way that teases and offers at the same time. It’s not long before Dick finds himself begging for it, and Tim pulls him up off the couch and pushes him towards the bedroom, and they’re almost tripping over the boxes that are scattered about Dick’s apartment on the way there, and then they are tripping, onto the bed, and it is a rush to strip each other’s clothes off, and Dick almost can’t believe he’s doing this. And then Tim starts sucking him. Dick arches and moans, and he can’t stop talking in useless moans that don’t really mean anything, except when they do.
“Tim, God, just like that. Tim. Oh God. Yes. Keep. Right there. More. Please. Don’t stop. I love you,” he gasps as he comes, and Tim chokes slightly, and pulls off him, and he doesn’t give Tim time to respond to his statement, just kisses him fiercely.
“I,” Tim gasps as he pulls away, but Dick kisses him too quickly for him to get the rest of the words out, because he really can’t hear what he’s going to say next, because it could be anything, and he knows his heart won’t be able to take it if it’s anything other than - “I love you,” Tim wrenches himself away to say, and then Dick has to kiss him again, slower, deeper, softer, and then kiss his way down Tim’s body as the boy - teenager - repeats the words again and again for him. Dick goes down on him, sucking gently, and Tim’s hands find his head, holding on to him, clutching, and Dick hums around him, making him even harder, and Tim thrusts helplessly, and Dick has to flip them over, hold his hips, hold him down so he can hollow his cheeks and suck harder and swallow him and make him come, and Tim makes the most beautiful noise Dick has ever heard.
“Tim,” he says once he’s pulled off, and the boy is still shaking and it’s all Dick can do to just hold him. And he rolls them over again so Tim is on top of him and pulls him against his chest, and Tim nuzzles into his neck, planting a few kisses there. They fall asleep like that, Tim drifting off first, Dick watching him and holding him until he too falls asleep. They wake up around ten in the morning, and it is only because of the phone ringing that they wake up that early. They’ve repaid a few sleep debts, at least, and they had nothing to do that morning anyways.
“Gonna get that?” asks Tim, smiling up at him sleepily.
“Not moving,” replies Dick, holding Tim closer to him.
“It could be important,” says Tim.
“It’s probably Babs,” he says, and Tim gives him a funny look, and appears to struggling with something.
“You’re going to have to talk to her eventually,” says Tim finally.
“Not if I don’t move,” says Dick, and the phone stops ringing as the answering machine gets it.
“Dick, pick up. I know you’re there, I can see your tracers,” she says, and Tim gives Dick a look.
“Someone should pick up the phone,” he said seriously. Dick really couldn’t talk to her though, he didn’t want to talk to her, he couldn’t hear her apology.
“Dick,” says Babs’ voice on the message machine.
“You talk to her then,” Dick tells Tim, and Tim sighs, but stretches to reach for Dick’s bedside phone.
“Hi Babs.”
“Tim!” she exclaims, “I didn’t know you were in Bludhaven. Can you put Dick on?” Dick shakes his head firmly at Tim and gives a pleading look.
“He’s currently hiding in bed and refusing to talk,” says Tim. Babs sighs on the other end of the line.
“Can you tell him I’m sorry?”
“He can hear you,” Tim says, giving Dick a look.
“I’m sorry, Dick. I really am.” Dick sighs and looks at Tim.
“Hand me the phone,” Tim hands it over with an encouraging and hopeful look. “I’m sorry too, Babs.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“Yes. But Babs, it’s really over this time.” There are two gasps, one on the other end of the line, and one from Tim. He didn’t believe Dick would still go back to her, did he?
“What?” asks Babs in a shocked voice.
“I’m sorry,” is the only thing he can think of to say, because he knows exactly how much it hurts, because Babs has done this exact thing to him so many fucking times, and over the phone is just cruel, but it’s not like they’re even together.
“Are you still angry?” Dick sighs.
“I’m not angry, Babs. It’s just over.”
“Why?” Dick gives Tim a smile.
“I’m in love with someone else.” And Tim gives a small smile back, and it makes it so much easier.
“Oh,” says Babs quietly. “I. Oh. Okay. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to ask you to be my friend, Babs, because I know exactly how much that hurts. But I am going to tell you that I’ll always be your friend.”
“Okay. Right. I’ll - go. Bye, Dick.”
“Goodbye, Babs.” Dick hangs up the phone and pulls Tim back down on him, kissing him gently. “Hey,” he says gently.
“Hey,” Tim says back, and snuggles into him.
“Gotta make a quick call.”
“Okay,” says Tim, confused. Dick picks up the phone.
“Dinah? Hi, it’s Dick.”
“Dick? What’s up?”
“I was actually wondering if you’d be able to make a stop in Gotham today.”
“Uh, probably, why?”
“I need you to drop by the Clock tower and check on Babs. I’d come bearing ice cream.”
“What happened?”
“I told her we couldn’t date again.”
“What?!”
“You know how she broke up with me two weeks ago? Well she called to apologise, and I told her we couldn’t date again.”
“You mean right now, or…”
“I mean we just can’t date ever.”
“Wow. Right I’m on my way to the Clock tower. What’s her favourite ice cream?”
“Rocky road. But if you can’t find any I’d go with chocolate.”
“Right. Bye Dick.” Dick sets the phone back down and glances at Tim, who gives him another kiss.
“Dinah and ice cream?” he asks with an accompanying eyebrow raise.
“She’s going to need it. You’ve seen me after Babs breaking up with me.”
“God, I never knew one person could eat that much ice cream and still be able to move.”
“It makes you feel better. Then again, so does this.” Dick kisses Tim passionately, pulling him close. “Not letting you go ever.” Tim smirks at him.
“It’s going to be rather hard patrol like this.”
“You know what I mean. Now come shower with me.”
~
Tim finds it kind of nice that Dick doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word ‘discreet’ when it comes to a relationship. It’s nice because that means Dick has just showed up at the Titans Tower, and currently has him pinned to the wall, kissing him to death. Tim thinks he saw Bart actually faint when he saw them. Tim had been waiting around with the rest of the Titans who were not out on patrol, when Dick had marched into the room, picked him up, pinned him against the wall, and to the surprise of the room in general, started making out with him. They probably thought Dick was going to kill him, Tim reflects as he sucks on Dick’s tongue distractedly. Dick pulls away.
“I missed you,” he says, before kissing him again. Tim pushes Dick away.
“My room, now,” he says before Dick can give him a hurt look, and drags him out of the room, not caring that he’s just left his team in shock. They could deal, but right now, Tim needed to get laid.
~