Fic: Adrenaline (DCU - Jason/Tim) 1/1
Title: Adrenaline
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,491
Prompt: (for 50_darkfics) #57 - Please
Summary: After a huge take down, Tim is brimming with adrenaline. Jason is there to help. PWP, gratuitous rooftop sex. ^_~
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for i_luv_my_tank. Thank you so much Kristina!!! ^_^
Adrenaline
When Tim landed on the rooftop behind Jason, it was all he could do to keep from shooting another zip line and keep flying, as pumped as he was. The bust had gone just as they'd planned, working together - for the first time, really - to take down a drug ring in Gotham. It had been the perfect set up, with Jason's knowledge of the ring's operations protocols in New York, and Tim's understanding of the variances that operating in Gotham had most likely forced. They'd herded the various sellers to one location, driven the leaders out of their own hole, leaving the goods to the GCPD. After a methodical round up, Jay and Tim had taken their time bringing all the thugs down, and to Red Hood's credit, without guns.
As soon as the boys in blue showed up to haul the downed criminals away, Robin and his reluctant teammate had beat a hasty retreat, leaping rooftops, with grapple lines and without, heading away from the cleanup, bodies pumping with adrenaline. It was the best Tim had felt about a night on the job in a long time, feeling the rushing satisfaction of taking out a major corner of the crime scene in his city, the release of personally beating down the people that had been washing Gotham's streets with filth. Each punch a small victory, each kick a triumph against entropy.
He'd loved it.
Breathing heavily, he turned to face Jason, the former Robin stripping off his red helmet in the shadow of the building's elevator housing. “Nice moves,” he shot at him.
“Hmph. That was nothing,” Jason huffed, dropping the hood on the concrete and running a gloved hand through his sweat-soaked hair. “Just be glad I didn't shoot anyone. Woulda' been a lot freakin' easier.”
“But nowhere near as fun,” Tim countered, still trying to catch his breath, more out of being wired from the fight than exhaustion. There had been a lot of thugs, and they'd been ruthless as hell, but he felt more fueled, alive from taking them down than burned out. Eventually, he leaned back against the door to the elevator room next to Jay, his eyes on the other man as Jason crossed his arms over his chest, his hands balling into fists. “Something wrong?” he ventured.
“No,” Jay spat, peeling himself away from the wall and starting to pace aimlessly. His hands fell to his sides again, still making fists, curling and uncurling. “Yes,” he finally admitted. “I'm used to a higher level of finality, in case you hadn't noticed. Those ass holes will be back out on the street before the damn cell door slams shut on them."
Tim crossed his own arms and eyed the former Robin. “You don't know that. We've got Gordon's support on this one. They're not getting off easy.”
Shooting Tim a harsh glare, Jay muttered, “That's another thing. I don't do this team-up thing. No offense, but I've got a routine, got things to go take care of.”
His mind in the same place, Tim felt his body humming with energy, needing to release it somehow. When Jay turned away to head toward the edge of the roof, a thought caught Tim off-guard and escaped his lips before his mind could filter it. “You're not the only one, you know.”
“Oh?” Jay said, turning back, his brow furrowed above his red domino.
Robin stood away from the door, dropping his arms to his sides, and he shivered slightly at the imposing stance Jason held as he began to step forward. His mind kicked into overdrive, fueled by hormones and adrenaline from the fight and sudden, inexplicable need. “Might be more efficient if we take care of things right now. A little teamwork to get things done?”
An eyebrow arched. “Here? You're a sick little bird, Timmy.” The leer wasn't at all concealed as Jay advanced, closing the distance between them on the rooftop.
“What can I say? I'm an opportunist,” Tim shrugged, his heart pounding more furiously in his chest.
“You're a little freak. But I can deal with that.”
In another beat, Jason was pushing Tim back against the door, hands gripping his shoulders, pinning him in place, and Robin could feel Jay's erection pressing against his hip. A hot mouth descended on Tim's, swelling lips kissing hard, bruising, and forcing the younger man's mouth open beneath them. Tim could hardly catch his breath under the sudden punishment, but managed enough to fuel his response as he pressed back, his tongue wrestling with Jay's as his hands went to Jay's pants. Long, gloved fingers worked frantically, finally pushing the fabric down and away, then grasped the former Robin's cock hard.
Jason moaned into the kiss as he was pulled and pumped, his own hands moving to divest Robin of his utility belt and push black briefs and red tights down roughly.
After a moment of no contact, his length landing against Jay's thigh, Tim shivered again when suddenly bare hands cupped his ass, squeezing, digging in with nails and scraping. They spread his cheeks, fingers dipping low.
Then the kiss was broken by Jason. “Turn around,” he whispered huskily into Tim's ear.
Beginning to tremble with anticipation, Tim obeyed, releasing Jay's cock as he turned to plant his hands against the door.
One bare hand reached around and began to fondle his shaft teasingly as the other momentarily disappeared. When the missing partner returned to squeeze Tim's right cheek, he felt the cool slick of lube. Oh, God... he pleaded silently, yes, please... It was certainly more than he'd bargained for, but he wasn't about to complain.
Hot breath landed on his shoulder as slippery fingers maneuvered between his cheeks and slid further down to tease his entrance. Please... he whimpered, a needy sound escaping him, and he spread his legs further apart to grant his partner better access.
“Heh,” came Jason's breathy chuckle, before he dipped a finger easily into Tim, his other hand still stroking the younger man's cock.
Robin shuddered at the sudden sensation, feeling the slight stretch as Jay began to loosen the muscle, then more as another finger joined the first, working quickly. A third was added, and Tim couldn't help bucking his hips back against Jay, his cock pumping in his partner's warm fist. “Fuck me, dammit,” he choked out, thrusting back onto Jay's fingers.
With no more prompting, Jason slid his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, pushing inside and shoving as deep as he could in a single thrust. Tim bit down on his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure and pain and oh, God, so good, so good...
Jay's hand worked him harder, erratically pumping and squeezing, gripping his hip with the other hand and digging in as he thrust again, deeper, hitting Tim's prostate hard.
This time a sucking moan ripped itself from Robin's throat, and he threw his head back against Jay's shoulder, pressing his hips back to fit himself more firmly to Jay. With another thrust, Jason was buried balls deep in Tim, and the younger man felt the sharp bruising grip of teeth on his neck as Jay bit down, sending lightning running along Tim's spine and straight to his groin.
Finally, Jay found a rhythm, thrusting and pumping, and Tim felt tension coil in every muscle in his body as he neared his release. “Please,” he whimpered, his breath coming short.
Releasing his grip on Tim's neck, Jason sucked and licked at the teeth marks, then chuckled. “Come for me, Timmy,” he breathed in Robin's ear as he rammed into his ass wildly, the slap of skin against skin loud on the rooftop.
“Oh, God... I...” The pressure squeezed so tight, Tim couldn't breathe. His body spasmed with muscle contraction and stars flickered before his eyes as he started to tumble over into bliss. “I'm... gonna cum... Jason!” he muttered, shuddering.
All at once the world exploded around him, his release shooting over Jay's hand and onto the concrete as he felt Jason tremble behind him and sink deep with one final thrust, growling in his own orgasm. Warmth filled him and more lightning danced over his skin.
Catching his breath, Tim collapsed against the door as Jay pulled out. His vision swam, and he tried to get his body under control again. It took some effort.
But before he could collect himself enough to pull up his tights and briefs, Jay's voice ghosted over his ear and neck, “Maybe this team-up thing ain't so bad, little bird. We'll have to do it again sometime. Catch you later.” A hot tongue flicked against the nape of his neck and a now gloved hand smoothed over his ass, and then there was cold.
When Tim had regained enough brain power to respond, he fixed his uniform and turned around.
Jason was already gone.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,491
Prompt: (for 50_darkfics) #57 - Please
Summary: After a huge take down, Tim is brimming with adrenaline. Jason is there to help. PWP, gratuitous rooftop sex. ^_~
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for i_luv_my_tank. Thank you so much Kristina!!! ^_^
Adrenaline
When Tim landed on the rooftop behind Jason, it was all he could do to keep from shooting another zip line and keep flying, as pumped as he was. The bust had gone just as they'd planned, working together - for the first time, really - to take down a drug ring in Gotham. It had been the perfect set up, with Jason's knowledge of the ring's operations protocols in New York, and Tim's understanding of the variances that operating in Gotham had most likely forced. They'd herded the various sellers to one location, driven the leaders out of their own hole, leaving the goods to the GCPD. After a methodical round up, Jay and Tim had taken their time bringing all the thugs down, and to Red Hood's credit, without guns.
As soon as the boys in blue showed up to haul the downed criminals away, Robin and his reluctant teammate had beat a hasty retreat, leaping rooftops, with grapple lines and without, heading away from the cleanup, bodies pumping with adrenaline. It was the best Tim had felt about a night on the job in a long time, feeling the rushing satisfaction of taking out a major corner of the crime scene in his city, the release of personally beating down the people that had been washing Gotham's streets with filth. Each punch a small victory, each kick a triumph against entropy.
He'd loved it.
Breathing heavily, he turned to face Jason, the former Robin stripping off his red helmet in the shadow of the building's elevator housing. “Nice moves,” he shot at him.
“Hmph. That was nothing,” Jason huffed, dropping the hood on the concrete and running a gloved hand through his sweat-soaked hair. “Just be glad I didn't shoot anyone. Woulda' been a lot freakin' easier.”
“But nowhere near as fun,” Tim countered, still trying to catch his breath, more out of being wired from the fight than exhaustion. There had been a lot of thugs, and they'd been ruthless as hell, but he felt more fueled, alive from taking them down than burned out. Eventually, he leaned back against the door to the elevator room next to Jay, his eyes on the other man as Jason crossed his arms over his chest, his hands balling into fists. “Something wrong?” he ventured.
“No,” Jay spat, peeling himself away from the wall and starting to pace aimlessly. His hands fell to his sides again, still making fists, curling and uncurling. “Yes,” he finally admitted. “I'm used to a higher level of finality, in case you hadn't noticed. Those ass holes will be back out on the street before the damn cell door slams shut on them."
Tim crossed his own arms and eyed the former Robin. “You don't know that. We've got Gordon's support on this one. They're not getting off easy.”
Shooting Tim a harsh glare, Jay muttered, “That's another thing. I don't do this team-up thing. No offense, but I've got a routine, got things to go take care of.”
His mind in the same place, Tim felt his body humming with energy, needing to release it somehow. When Jay turned away to head toward the edge of the roof, a thought caught Tim off-guard and escaped his lips before his mind could filter it. “You're not the only one, you know.”
“Oh?” Jay said, turning back, his brow furrowed above his red domino.
Robin stood away from the door, dropping his arms to his sides, and he shivered slightly at the imposing stance Jason held as he began to step forward. His mind kicked into overdrive, fueled by hormones and adrenaline from the fight and sudden, inexplicable need. “Might be more efficient if we take care of things right now. A little teamwork to get things done?”
An eyebrow arched. “Here? You're a sick little bird, Timmy.” The leer wasn't at all concealed as Jay advanced, closing the distance between them on the rooftop.
“What can I say? I'm an opportunist,” Tim shrugged, his heart pounding more furiously in his chest.
“You're a little freak. But I can deal with that.”
In another beat, Jason was pushing Tim back against the door, hands gripping his shoulders, pinning him in place, and Robin could feel Jay's erection pressing against his hip. A hot mouth descended on Tim's, swelling lips kissing hard, bruising, and forcing the younger man's mouth open beneath them. Tim could hardly catch his breath under the sudden punishment, but managed enough to fuel his response as he pressed back, his tongue wrestling with Jay's as his hands went to Jay's pants. Long, gloved fingers worked frantically, finally pushing the fabric down and away, then grasped the former Robin's cock hard.
Jason moaned into the kiss as he was pulled and pumped, his own hands moving to divest Robin of his utility belt and push black briefs and red tights down roughly.
After a moment of no contact, his length landing against Jay's thigh, Tim shivered again when suddenly bare hands cupped his ass, squeezing, digging in with nails and scraping. They spread his cheeks, fingers dipping low.
Then the kiss was broken by Jason. “Turn around,” he whispered huskily into Tim's ear.
Beginning to tremble with anticipation, Tim obeyed, releasing Jay's cock as he turned to plant his hands against the door.
One bare hand reached around and began to fondle his shaft teasingly as the other momentarily disappeared. When the missing partner returned to squeeze Tim's right cheek, he felt the cool slick of lube. Oh, God... he pleaded silently, yes, please... It was certainly more than he'd bargained for, but he wasn't about to complain.
Hot breath landed on his shoulder as slippery fingers maneuvered between his cheeks and slid further down to tease his entrance. Please... he whimpered, a needy sound escaping him, and he spread his legs further apart to grant his partner better access.
“Heh,” came Jason's breathy chuckle, before he dipped a finger easily into Tim, his other hand still stroking the younger man's cock.
Robin shuddered at the sudden sensation, feeling the slight stretch as Jay began to loosen the muscle, then more as another finger joined the first, working quickly. A third was added, and Tim couldn't help bucking his hips back against Jay, his cock pumping in his partner's warm fist. “Fuck me, dammit,” he choked out, thrusting back onto Jay's fingers.
With no more prompting, Jason slid his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, pushing inside and shoving as deep as he could in a single thrust. Tim bit down on his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure and pain and oh, God, so good, so good...
Jay's hand worked him harder, erratically pumping and squeezing, gripping his hip with the other hand and digging in as he thrust again, deeper, hitting Tim's prostate hard.
This time a sucking moan ripped itself from Robin's throat, and he threw his head back against Jay's shoulder, pressing his hips back to fit himself more firmly to Jay. With another thrust, Jason was buried balls deep in Tim, and the younger man felt the sharp bruising grip of teeth on his neck as Jay bit down, sending lightning running along Tim's spine and straight to his groin.
Finally, Jay found a rhythm, thrusting and pumping, and Tim felt tension coil in every muscle in his body as he neared his release. “Please,” he whimpered, his breath coming short.
Releasing his grip on Tim's neck, Jason sucked and licked at the teeth marks, then chuckled. “Come for me, Timmy,” he breathed in Robin's ear as he rammed into his ass wildly, the slap of skin against skin loud on the rooftop.
“Oh, God... I...” The pressure squeezed so tight, Tim couldn't breathe. His body spasmed with muscle contraction and stars flickered before his eyes as he started to tumble over into bliss. “I'm... gonna cum... Jason!” he muttered, shuddering.
All at once the world exploded around him, his release shooting over Jay's hand and onto the concrete as he felt Jason tremble behind him and sink deep with one final thrust, growling in his own orgasm. Warmth filled him and more lightning danced over his skin.
Catching his breath, Tim collapsed against the door as Jay pulled out. His vision swam, and he tried to get his body under control again. It took some effort.
But before he could collect himself enough to pull up his tights and briefs, Jay's voice ghosted over his ear and neck, “Maybe this team-up thing ain't so bad, little bird. We'll have to do it again sometime. Catch you later.” A hot tongue flicked against the nape of his neck and a now gloved hand smoothed over his ass, and then there was cold.
When Tim had regained enough brain power to respond, he fixed his uniform and turned around.
Jason was already gone.
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