Fic: Come Undone | DCU | Jason/Tim | NC-17 (this part) | 3/3
Title: Come Undone - Part 3
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: NC-17 - this part
Word Count: 725
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: release; for 50_darkfics: eruption
Summary: There's relief at the end of a long patrol, finally.
Disclaimer: DC and WB still own it all. I still own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long!
Part 1 ~ Part 2
Come Undone - Part 3
There doesn't seem to be anything left to say when Jason gives Tim's wrist just the slightest tug, pulling him closer in the steam-filled shower, and only the heat in the younger man's gut keeps him from drawing out of Jay's grasp. Not brothers, no, Tim realizes again distantly as Jay turns slightly to grip his shoulder with his free hand and swiftly maneuver him up against the tiled wall.
Then there's no room left between them, just water, steam, heat, and the slippery feel of body wash, and Tim forces the greater part of his analytical faculties to go ahead and turn in for the night. There's no room for thinking here. Not with water dripping off of Jason's nose and onto Tim's. Not with blue eyes so close they aren't even in focus anymore. And certainly not with their bodies pressed so close that Tim can feel the hard line of Jay's cock against his own, can feel every detail, every twitch of muscle.
And god, that was quick. He didn't expect... didn't think... wasn't even fully aware that he was already hard, much less Jason. Too much exhaustion, he thinks, before filing the thought away again and trying to just go with this.
"Tim," Jay breathes again, his tone low, breath puffing across Tim's lips.
"Yeah," is all he can manage before Jason crushes his lips with a fierce kiss, body pressing him tighter against the wall. There's a water jet poking him in the back, but all he can feel now is the slick heat of his partner's mouth, tongue sliding across his own.
And he can't help the way he arches and writhes against Jason, almost as if he's trying to get free, but so not. He wants this. Damn, he wants this. Needs this. Needs this relief so badly he can taste it. He--
He realizes at the sound of Jason's low, throaty growl that he's clutching the taller man by the biceps, fingertips pressing deep into flesh, and god help him, he doesn't plan on letting go until this is over with.
The feel of Jason's hand slipping between them and gripping Tim's cock just as hard in return sends the rest of his brainpower fleeing, and he almost goes weak in the knees for a moment. Breaking their kiss for just a moment to catch his breath, he forgets his plan and instead works his own hand down to return the favor. And--
Dear god, it's so good when they start stroking each other in unison, waves of pleasure crashing through Tim like miniature tsunamis. Capturing Jason's mouth again, he can't stop a low moan from escaping, forced out by the pressure building within him.
Their grips shift, until their fingers weave together and suddenly they're stroking each other together, and the change in sensation lights off fireworks in Tim's gut. Jay thrusts against him, cock sliding against his just right, and, and, and--
Sparkles dance around the edges of Tim's vision as he comes hard, heat and pressure exploding from him, his throat seeming to choke on a scream, and he arches and twists violently in Jason's grasp, the guttural cry of his partner's own release sounding distant to Tim's ears.
Then, for a long time, there's only the sound of heavy breaths and running water as they lean there against the tile, the pounding thud of Jason's heartbeat a hammer against Tim's chest as they both shudder with aftershocks and slowly recover. Tim's fingers slowly unclench from Jay's bicep, settling to curl gently over his shoulder, his other hand sliding back up his partner's abdomen and side, still slick with body wash and now with come.
"Should wash again," Jason mutters against Tim's neck, forehead pressed against the tile behind them.
"Agreed," Tim nods absently, noting the way the worst of the tension has finally left his own body. Needed this, he acknowledges again to himself. They both needed this.
But now they need to get clean again. No reason not to. And so what if the water has gone cold? They'll finish washing up, dry off, dress in sweats, then head upstairs for some of Alfred's cookies and then to bed--separately or together, it really doesn't matter at this point. And Tim will save his now impending freak-out for morning, as planned. Tonight, he'll sleep the sleep of the dead. They both will. They've earned it.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: NC-17 - this part
Word Count: 725
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: release; for 50_darkfics: eruption
Summary: There's relief at the end of a long patrol, finally.
Disclaimer: DC and WB still own it all. I still own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long!
Part 1 ~ Part 2
Come Undone - Part 3
There doesn't seem to be anything left to say when Jason gives Tim's wrist just the slightest tug, pulling him closer in the steam-filled shower, and only the heat in the younger man's gut keeps him from drawing out of Jay's grasp. Not brothers, no, Tim realizes again distantly as Jay turns slightly to grip his shoulder with his free hand and swiftly maneuver him up against the tiled wall.
Then there's no room left between them, just water, steam, heat, and the slippery feel of body wash, and Tim forces the greater part of his analytical faculties to go ahead and turn in for the night. There's no room for thinking here. Not with water dripping off of Jason's nose and onto Tim's. Not with blue eyes so close they aren't even in focus anymore. And certainly not with their bodies pressed so close that Tim can feel the hard line of Jay's cock against his own, can feel every detail, every twitch of muscle.
And god, that was quick. He didn't expect... didn't think... wasn't even fully aware that he was already hard, much less Jason. Too much exhaustion, he thinks, before filing the thought away again and trying to just go with this.
"Tim," Jay breathes again, his tone low, breath puffing across Tim's lips.
"Yeah," is all he can manage before Jason crushes his lips with a fierce kiss, body pressing him tighter against the wall. There's a water jet poking him in the back, but all he can feel now is the slick heat of his partner's mouth, tongue sliding across his own.
And he can't help the way he arches and writhes against Jason, almost as if he's trying to get free, but so not. He wants this. Damn, he wants this. Needs this. Needs this relief so badly he can taste it. He--
He realizes at the sound of Jason's low, throaty growl that he's clutching the taller man by the biceps, fingertips pressing deep into flesh, and god help him, he doesn't plan on letting go until this is over with.
The feel of Jason's hand slipping between them and gripping Tim's cock just as hard in return sends the rest of his brainpower fleeing, and he almost goes weak in the knees for a moment. Breaking their kiss for just a moment to catch his breath, he forgets his plan and instead works his own hand down to return the favor. And--
Dear god, it's so good when they start stroking each other in unison, waves of pleasure crashing through Tim like miniature tsunamis. Capturing Jason's mouth again, he can't stop a low moan from escaping, forced out by the pressure building within him.
Their grips shift, until their fingers weave together and suddenly they're stroking each other together, and the change in sensation lights off fireworks in Tim's gut. Jay thrusts against him, cock sliding against his just right, and, and, and--
Sparkles dance around the edges of Tim's vision as he comes hard, heat and pressure exploding from him, his throat seeming to choke on a scream, and he arches and twists violently in Jason's grasp, the guttural cry of his partner's own release sounding distant to Tim's ears.
Then, for a long time, there's only the sound of heavy breaths and running water as they lean there against the tile, the pounding thud of Jason's heartbeat a hammer against Tim's chest as they both shudder with aftershocks and slowly recover. Tim's fingers slowly unclench from Jay's bicep, settling to curl gently over his shoulder, his other hand sliding back up his partner's abdomen and side, still slick with body wash and now with come.
"Should wash again," Jason mutters against Tim's neck, forehead pressed against the tile behind them.
"Agreed," Tim nods absently, noting the way the worst of the tension has finally left his own body. Needed this, he acknowledges again to himself. They both needed this.
But now they need to get clean again. No reason not to. And so what if the water has gone cold? They'll finish washing up, dry off, dress in sweats, then head upstairs for some of Alfred's cookies and then to bed--separately or together, it really doesn't matter at this point. And Tim will save his now impending freak-out for morning, as planned. Tonight, he'll sleep the sleep of the dead. They both will. They've earned it.
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