Fic: Confrontation, Atonement, and Absolution (DCU - Dick/Jason/Tim) 2/3
Title: Confrontation, Atonement, and Absolution - Part 2
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,894
Prompt: (for 50_darkfics) #34 - Broken
Summary: Post TT #47. Dick and Tim realize they made a mistake when they attacked Jay, and find a way to start making it up to him.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for greeneyelove's Starter Sentence Challenge. Sorry it took so long to get this part out. The porn kept demanding more depth!! O_O And whaddya know? There's MORE still to come! ^_~
Part 1
Confrontation, Atonement, and Absolution - Part 2
With deep breaths and a matching pair of set jaw lines, Dick and Tim stepped out of the shadowed corner of the dingy apartment, neither surprised that Jason had finally chosen to acknowledge their presence, both at least marginally surprised that he hadn't done so earlier. With fists. And/or a knife. And/or a gun.
“How long have you known we were here?” Dick asked, resisting the urge to clench his fists at his sides.
“Since I flipped on the light switch,” Jay retorted. Sprawling out in his chair, he propped a bare foot up on the corner of the TV stand and shut off the television with a toe, cutting off the eager chanting of “Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-” Click.
In the sudden silence, Tim and Dick shared a narrow eyed look, then turned back to Jason, Tim taking the lead. “We came to apologize. For-”
“For attacking me?” Jay cut him off, eyes slitted dangerously.
“Yes,” Tim admitted, his cheeks growing warm. “And for assuming you were involved with Duela's murder.”
“Whaddya know? A two-for-one deal,” came Jay's response, dripping with sarcasm, as he crossed his arms over his chest, not moving from the old chair.
Dick jumped in, “We know we were wrong, Jason. It was... a mistake, to approach you the way we did.”
“And breaking into my apartment is any better?”
“Didn't think you'd want to be surprised on your rooftop again,” Dick countered.
“You would have found your asses flat on the concrete if you had. And you're lucky I didn't take you out the second I walked in that door. Was too soaked to care.”
Jay's brutal honesty cut his brothers to the core of their shame. It would have served them right if Jay had attacked them the moment he came in.
“We know,” Tim choked. “Point is, we want to make up for what happened.”
“And?”
Looking fidgety, Tim paused a second, then finally answered, “We were hoping you might help us find out who did kill Duela.”
“Figured you had to have an ulterior motive,” Jay grumbled. “I already told you, just like I told that reporter kid, it was some alien. 'Bout seven foot tall, guy with corn rows and an Amish style beard, red eyes. What the hell else do you want from me?” he finished, spreading his arms wide.
Dick shook his head, finally unable to stop his hands from balling into fists. “We got that part, Jason.” Sighing, he tried to force his posture to relax; he knew Jay could read 'defensive' like a neon sign. “Dammit. We want you to help us actually find him. We... after we left you, we were attacked, sort of. Told to stay away from the investigation. Didn't have the chance to find out who it was, but the warning was pretty clear. Whoever attacked us was probably behind Duela's murder, and we're pretty sure that whatever you saw in that alley could help us get to the bottom of this.”
At the end of Dick's plea for help, Jay leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands. “Funny, it seemed like you and the Titans could handle it yourselves, two days ago. Didn't want to find me involved with any of this again, if I recall correctly. So what the hell changed?” he snapped coldly.
“Aren't you listening to us?” Tim threw back at him. “We were wrong. We admitted that! How many ways do we have to say-”
But Dick cut him off with an arm across his chest as Tim started to advance. “Stop. This isn't helping. Jay, we're serious. All we want to do is put this... conflict behind us. Maybe even work together to find out the truth, redeem your name a little. We were hoping you'd want the same thing, but if you don't, we can just go, leave you to your Jerry Springer reruns,” he spat, turning toward the window as if to leave.
The frustrated growl that ripped from Jay's throat was just a little more than Dick had bargained for when he found himself being spun and forced to the wall next to the TV, pinned beneath Jason's slightly larger frame, his arm twisted behind his back and face pressed into the cracked plaster.
“Of course that's what I want, dammit!” Jay snarled through gritted teeth, his breath hot on Dick's neck and ear. “But you're going to have to do a lot more than spout false platitudes to get me to believe you.”
Dick felt his arm twisted up higher behind his back, his wrist caught tight. No challenge, really, but now wasn't the time to struggle. He had to make Jay see that they were sincere, had to make it all up to him. Anyone else might have taken Dick at his word, but Jay... It was clear to Dick how much Bruce had fucked Jason up, how much he and Tim had made it worse.
Trying to keep his breathing even, the acrobat swallowed hard, silently thanking the stars that Tim was keeping to the sidelines for the moment, not letting his instincts take over. A fight now would undo everything. But he knew Tim was on-board with the plan. Whatever Jay wanted, short of murder, they'd do for him. Anything to fix what they'd done to him. If that meant letting Jay rough them up, fine. Dick figured that was probably the most innocuous thing he would want from them. Finally, he whispered hoarsely over his shoulder, “Whatever you want us to do to make it up to you, Jay, we'll do it. We owe you that much.”
“Damn right, you do. Do you have any idea what it's like to get your nuts shoved up into your body!? Huh, Dick? You think I didn't know you were wearing a cup that day? Come on!” Jay turned a heated glare on Tim. “And there is no way you didn't realize that I wasn't, Little Bird,” he growled.
With a cautious step forward, Robin laid a gloved hand on Jay's bare shoulder. “I'm sorry, Jason,” he said quietly, already seeing in his mind how this was going to play out, and genuinely wishing he could take back that one kick, if not the whole fight. “That was low, and I know it. I'm sorry. Please let us make it up to you.”
Fully expecting it, Tim relaxed into the move when Jay shifted his weight, and managed, with one arm, to flip him, back first, to the wall, too, a broad palm over the chest of his scarlet tunic.
“You want to make it up to me? Want to convince me of your sincerity?” Jay hissed, leaning in close to his brothers with narrowed eyes. “Make my balls stop hurting.”
Both still pinned, neither protesting, Dick and Tim shared a look, searching each other's eyes for confirmation. After a mutual, barely perceptible nod, Dick answered, “We can do that.”
Tim finished, a slightly wicked grin growing at the corner of his mouth at the chosen form of apology, “But first, we've gotta get you out of those wet jeans.”
* * * * *
For a moment, Jay thought maybe his beer had spoiled and he was hallucinating as the two other Robins forced him back to the bathroom, each shedding parts of their own soaked costumes along the way and now bare hands unfastening the button on his jeans and sliding down the zipper. But beneath the slight buzz he knew it was real, and he'd never been more glad to get out of wet clothes; feeling cool air and warm fingers on sticky skin was way too damn good, no matter the circumstances of those digits' presence, no matter his still raging indignation at his brothers' unexpected visit. If this was how Dick and Tim meant to make up for all the crap they'd given him, he had no argument. Maybe he could give them the pounding they fucking deserved.
By the time they reached Tim's intended destination and Dick started the water running in the shower, Jay fully divested of his pants, the second Robin was shivering all over from too long spent half-naked and soaked, despite the slight warming from the beer. But while they waited for the small bathroom to steam up, hands began alternately stroking his chest, back, and arms to warm him, and as tingles lit over his skin, he couldn't help being aroused at the sight of the two now fully naked men before him, all chiseled angles and toned muscle, Tim leaner and Dick more compact, tightly sculpted. He'd never admit that he had always considered Dick a hot piece of ass, as much as he'd despised his predecessor, and Timmy... well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the kid had one hell of a body beneath the tunic and tights. It was a body he could appreciate, pale and long, not yet as scarred as his and Dick's... if only he could believe his brothers weren't playing him.
When his eyes fell on their fading bruises from the fight, matches to his own, his wariness was unwittingly replaced for a moment by a twinge of regret for the times he'd been the one gunning for them, and he shivered a little more, out of sudden, heftier distrust. Who was to say they weren't planning to finish what they'd started? But the thought passed as he began to warm up a little more, swept aside by his slight buzz and the faintly calloused hands wandering over his torso, leaving him free to contemplate his retribution for their unfounded attack two days prior. He knew their intense looks must have matched his own, then, as they pressed close, pushing him back into the shower over the side of the old tub. Moving behind him, Dick pulled Jay beneath the hot spray, and the middle brother groaned as the steaming water hit his back and shoulders, streaming down over his ass, where Dick reached down to start kneading muscles still taut from a long night of patrol.
At the other end of the tub, Tim pulled the deep red shower curtain closed, dimming the light in the shower, and Jay caught his eyes as he turned to face him, stepping forward. Unmistakable, undeniable remorse danced there; Jay couldn't deny it, and he shivered involuntarily with anticipation. Maybe they are being sincere, he couldn't help musing, slightly unnerved by Timmy's dark expression. Could Baby Bird even pull off that kind of acting? At this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. As long as he could get his rocks off and exact a little payback, it didn't matter.
Again, Jay's thoughts were cut off as Dick started working up his back toward his shoulders, digging in with skilled fingers and knuckles, and Jason drew in a sharp breath in surprise, equally taken aback when Tim reached him and pressed his hands into his chest, massaging the tension out of his pecs. Jay couldn't stop a deep, shuddering moan that escaped him as they worked in tandem, pressing and kneading, gently caressing around his bruises. When light kisses started to fall on his shoulders, the hot water still cascading over him and his brothers, he sighed automatically and let his head fall back against Dick's shoulder, where his hair finally fell beneath the spray to be rinsed through.
His eyes falling closed against the water, he was only marginally aware when Dick moved to grasp his arms lightly, the former Robin's lips starting to suckle and lick at a bruise on his neck. Fuck, he hadn't had attention paid to him like this since Talia... Bastards... he thought weakly, already starting to succumb to their ministrations, his mind unwittingly abandoning its wary paranoia. Damn them... Losing himself in the gentle sensations, he didn't notice Timmy's hands sliding down his chest until they moved over his belly, slender fingers gliding over wet skin. A tight heat grew in him beneath those fingers as they caressed and lightly pulled at his flesh, and he shuddered uncontrollably. Fuck...
When he felt Dick nod over his shoulder, Tim's hands pressed further down, kneading into his groin muscles and - oh, Goddammit, that's good - working out the knot of a bruise that hadn't really begun to heal yet. Robin's fingers were deft, finding the spots that hurt the worst, and Jay groaned through gritted teeth when pain began to mix with pleasure, the two blending incoherently until he was blissfully aware that the agony had given way to a white haze, sparks dancing through his crotch and anticipation coiling and uncoiling in his gut. Never would he have imagined that Tim possessed that kind of skill!
Breathing hard from the release of the pain, he wasn't at all prepared when those same talented fingers wrapped around his cock and slipped beneath his balls, cupping and caressing the sensitive flesh to seek out the worst damage. He jerked at the sudden electric touch, tensing just as Tim's fingertips brushed over the top of his left testicle, a spot that hadn't quit hurting for one minute since the fight. A whimper escaped him at the discovery of his greatest physical injury, and Dick's hands tightened on his arms, keeping him upright as his vision began to swim and his knees started to turn to jell-o. Lips brushed over his ear and soothing sounds were whispered as he fought down a shout of intense torture, pain lancing though him in torrents.
Fingertips swept around that spot, pressing in tight, agonizing circles, until, after what felt like ten or fifteen years to Jay, the blaze of torment dulled to a vague ache, those previous sparks and coils of anticipation returning. He felt his cock harden again beneath Tim's masterful touch, skin lighting on fire as the ache was summarily dismissed, finally, finally replaced by a desire to have more than just fingers surrounding him.
Groaning, he reached up to grip Tim's shoulders, but before he could push down to make his desires clear, the younger man dropped to his knees. The shock that jolted through Jay when those pouty lips wrapped around his cock nearly made his legs give out beneath him, and he vaguely registered the presence of Dick still behind him, still holding him up, still whispering softly into his ear. Jay's hands went automatically to rake through Tim's hair, catching to hold onto him for dear life, even as he settled his weight back against Dick, throwing his head back again into the crook of his older brother's neck. “Fuuuuuck...” he managed to groan out with a shudder, Tim's tongue starting to swirl and tease and lick at the head of Jay's cock, flitting over the slit and down to the more sensitive underside.
Then Tim was bobbing his head, taking Jason's dick almost completely into his throat as his tongue continued its spasm-inducing dance around the shaft and tip. Jay started to jerk as his entire body tensed, pleasure spreading in hot waves from his crotch all the way up to the roots of his hair and down to the tips of his toes, the digits starting to curl against the floor of the tub. Everything felt tight, contracted, as the pressure built within him, boiling steam waiting to burst forth into the equally hot shower.
“Let go, Jay Bird,” Dick's warm voice tickled his ear, “You can let go.”
And then he was coming, body trembling as he shot into Tim's mouth, still clutching Robin's hair and keening incoherently for what felt like days. Tim swallowed around him, mouth pumping him for every last drop of cum as Jay shook, supported now by both his brothers' hands as his knees finally gave. His feet tried to slip from beneath him as the shower spun around him, his vision whiting out as the crest of the wave passed.
Panting in the steam, Jay relaxed into his brother's arms as they wrapped around him from both sides, Tim rising to hold him as well and press a salty kiss to his mouth. With his brain unable to process anything but the most basic sensations as he tasted his own cum on Tim's swollen, red lips, Jason couldn't remember quite why he'd been so angry at his brothers, despite the general feeling that he should be. A chuckle from behind him finally drew his attention, and he managed to break the kiss and turn weakly to face Dick with a questioning expression.
“You feel better, now?” the elder Bat asked.
Jay caught the mischievous twinkle in Dick's eyes, and narrowed his own. “Fuck you,” he breathed half-heartedly, his body still jell-o.
“That's what I thought,” his older brother smiled teasingly, dipping his head to place a kiss on Jay's neck. “Now, what else can we do to make it up to you, Jay Bird? What would you like?”
His mind slowly beginning to function again, Jason recalled his plans for retribution. “I want to fucking pound you into oblivion, Dickie-Boy,” he purred, reaching up with one hand to pull Dick down for a bruising kiss, his tongue invading his older brother's mouth greedily. Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this...
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Part 3
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,894
Prompt: (for 50_darkfics) #34 - Broken
Summary: Post TT #47. Dick and Tim realize they made a mistake when they attacked Jay, and find a way to start making it up to him.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for greeneyelove's Starter Sentence Challenge. Sorry it took so long to get this part out. The porn kept demanding more depth!! O_O And whaddya know? There's MORE still to come! ^_~
Part 1
Confrontation, Atonement, and Absolution - Part 2
With deep breaths and a matching pair of set jaw lines, Dick and Tim stepped out of the shadowed corner of the dingy apartment, neither surprised that Jason had finally chosen to acknowledge their presence, both at least marginally surprised that he hadn't done so earlier. With fists. And/or a knife. And/or a gun.
“How long have you known we were here?” Dick asked, resisting the urge to clench his fists at his sides.
“Since I flipped on the light switch,” Jay retorted. Sprawling out in his chair, he propped a bare foot up on the corner of the TV stand and shut off the television with a toe, cutting off the eager chanting of “Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-” Click.
In the sudden silence, Tim and Dick shared a narrow eyed look, then turned back to Jason, Tim taking the lead. “We came to apologize. For-”
“For attacking me?” Jay cut him off, eyes slitted dangerously.
“Yes,” Tim admitted, his cheeks growing warm. “And for assuming you were involved with Duela's murder.”
“Whaddya know? A two-for-one deal,” came Jay's response, dripping with sarcasm, as he crossed his arms over his chest, not moving from the old chair.
Dick jumped in, “We know we were wrong, Jason. It was... a mistake, to approach you the way we did.”
“And breaking into my apartment is any better?”
“Didn't think you'd want to be surprised on your rooftop again,” Dick countered.
“You would have found your asses flat on the concrete if you had. And you're lucky I didn't take you out the second I walked in that door. Was too soaked to care.”
Jay's brutal honesty cut his brothers to the core of their shame. It would have served them right if Jay had attacked them the moment he came in.
“We know,” Tim choked. “Point is, we want to make up for what happened.”
“And?”
Looking fidgety, Tim paused a second, then finally answered, “We were hoping you might help us find out who did kill Duela.”
“Figured you had to have an ulterior motive,” Jay grumbled. “I already told you, just like I told that reporter kid, it was some alien. 'Bout seven foot tall, guy with corn rows and an Amish style beard, red eyes. What the hell else do you want from me?” he finished, spreading his arms wide.
Dick shook his head, finally unable to stop his hands from balling into fists. “We got that part, Jason.” Sighing, he tried to force his posture to relax; he knew Jay could read 'defensive' like a neon sign. “Dammit. We want you to help us actually find him. We... after we left you, we were attacked, sort of. Told to stay away from the investigation. Didn't have the chance to find out who it was, but the warning was pretty clear. Whoever attacked us was probably behind Duela's murder, and we're pretty sure that whatever you saw in that alley could help us get to the bottom of this.”
At the end of Dick's plea for help, Jay leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands. “Funny, it seemed like you and the Titans could handle it yourselves, two days ago. Didn't want to find me involved with any of this again, if I recall correctly. So what the hell changed?” he snapped coldly.
“Aren't you listening to us?” Tim threw back at him. “We were wrong. We admitted that! How many ways do we have to say-”
But Dick cut him off with an arm across his chest as Tim started to advance. “Stop. This isn't helping. Jay, we're serious. All we want to do is put this... conflict behind us. Maybe even work together to find out the truth, redeem your name a little. We were hoping you'd want the same thing, but if you don't, we can just go, leave you to your Jerry Springer reruns,” he spat, turning toward the window as if to leave.
The frustrated growl that ripped from Jay's throat was just a little more than Dick had bargained for when he found himself being spun and forced to the wall next to the TV, pinned beneath Jason's slightly larger frame, his arm twisted behind his back and face pressed into the cracked plaster.
“Of course that's what I want, dammit!” Jay snarled through gritted teeth, his breath hot on Dick's neck and ear. “But you're going to have to do a lot more than spout false platitudes to get me to believe you.”
Dick felt his arm twisted up higher behind his back, his wrist caught tight. No challenge, really, but now wasn't the time to struggle. He had to make Jay see that they were sincere, had to make it all up to him. Anyone else might have taken Dick at his word, but Jay... It was clear to Dick how much Bruce had fucked Jason up, how much he and Tim had made it worse.
Trying to keep his breathing even, the acrobat swallowed hard, silently thanking the stars that Tim was keeping to the sidelines for the moment, not letting his instincts take over. A fight now would undo everything. But he knew Tim was on-board with the plan. Whatever Jay wanted, short of murder, they'd do for him. Anything to fix what they'd done to him. If that meant letting Jay rough them up, fine. Dick figured that was probably the most innocuous thing he would want from them. Finally, he whispered hoarsely over his shoulder, “Whatever you want us to do to make it up to you, Jay, we'll do it. We owe you that much.”
“Damn right, you do. Do you have any idea what it's like to get your nuts shoved up into your body!? Huh, Dick? You think I didn't know you were wearing a cup that day? Come on!” Jay turned a heated glare on Tim. “And there is no way you didn't realize that I wasn't, Little Bird,” he growled.
With a cautious step forward, Robin laid a gloved hand on Jay's bare shoulder. “I'm sorry, Jason,” he said quietly, already seeing in his mind how this was going to play out, and genuinely wishing he could take back that one kick, if not the whole fight. “That was low, and I know it. I'm sorry. Please let us make it up to you.”
Fully expecting it, Tim relaxed into the move when Jay shifted his weight, and managed, with one arm, to flip him, back first, to the wall, too, a broad palm over the chest of his scarlet tunic.
“You want to make it up to me? Want to convince me of your sincerity?” Jay hissed, leaning in close to his brothers with narrowed eyes. “Make my balls stop hurting.”
Both still pinned, neither protesting, Dick and Tim shared a look, searching each other's eyes for confirmation. After a mutual, barely perceptible nod, Dick answered, “We can do that.”
Tim finished, a slightly wicked grin growing at the corner of his mouth at the chosen form of apology, “But first, we've gotta get you out of those wet jeans.”
* * * * *
For a moment, Jay thought maybe his beer had spoiled and he was hallucinating as the two other Robins forced him back to the bathroom, each shedding parts of their own soaked costumes along the way and now bare hands unfastening the button on his jeans and sliding down the zipper. But beneath the slight buzz he knew it was real, and he'd never been more glad to get out of wet clothes; feeling cool air and warm fingers on sticky skin was way too damn good, no matter the circumstances of those digits' presence, no matter his still raging indignation at his brothers' unexpected visit. If this was how Dick and Tim meant to make up for all the crap they'd given him, he had no argument. Maybe he could give them the pounding they fucking deserved.
By the time they reached Tim's intended destination and Dick started the water running in the shower, Jay fully divested of his pants, the second Robin was shivering all over from too long spent half-naked and soaked, despite the slight warming from the beer. But while they waited for the small bathroom to steam up, hands began alternately stroking his chest, back, and arms to warm him, and as tingles lit over his skin, he couldn't help being aroused at the sight of the two now fully naked men before him, all chiseled angles and toned muscle, Tim leaner and Dick more compact, tightly sculpted. He'd never admit that he had always considered Dick a hot piece of ass, as much as he'd despised his predecessor, and Timmy... well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the kid had one hell of a body beneath the tunic and tights. It was a body he could appreciate, pale and long, not yet as scarred as his and Dick's... if only he could believe his brothers weren't playing him.
When his eyes fell on their fading bruises from the fight, matches to his own, his wariness was unwittingly replaced for a moment by a twinge of regret for the times he'd been the one gunning for them, and he shivered a little more, out of sudden, heftier distrust. Who was to say they weren't planning to finish what they'd started? But the thought passed as he began to warm up a little more, swept aside by his slight buzz and the faintly calloused hands wandering over his torso, leaving him free to contemplate his retribution for their unfounded attack two days prior. He knew their intense looks must have matched his own, then, as they pressed close, pushing him back into the shower over the side of the old tub. Moving behind him, Dick pulled Jay beneath the hot spray, and the middle brother groaned as the steaming water hit his back and shoulders, streaming down over his ass, where Dick reached down to start kneading muscles still taut from a long night of patrol.
At the other end of the tub, Tim pulled the deep red shower curtain closed, dimming the light in the shower, and Jay caught his eyes as he turned to face him, stepping forward. Unmistakable, undeniable remorse danced there; Jay couldn't deny it, and he shivered involuntarily with anticipation. Maybe they are being sincere, he couldn't help musing, slightly unnerved by Timmy's dark expression. Could Baby Bird even pull off that kind of acting? At this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. As long as he could get his rocks off and exact a little payback, it didn't matter.
Again, Jay's thoughts were cut off as Dick started working up his back toward his shoulders, digging in with skilled fingers and knuckles, and Jason drew in a sharp breath in surprise, equally taken aback when Tim reached him and pressed his hands into his chest, massaging the tension out of his pecs. Jay couldn't stop a deep, shuddering moan that escaped him as they worked in tandem, pressing and kneading, gently caressing around his bruises. When light kisses started to fall on his shoulders, the hot water still cascading over him and his brothers, he sighed automatically and let his head fall back against Dick's shoulder, where his hair finally fell beneath the spray to be rinsed through.
His eyes falling closed against the water, he was only marginally aware when Dick moved to grasp his arms lightly, the former Robin's lips starting to suckle and lick at a bruise on his neck. Fuck, he hadn't had attention paid to him like this since Talia... Bastards... he thought weakly, already starting to succumb to their ministrations, his mind unwittingly abandoning its wary paranoia. Damn them... Losing himself in the gentle sensations, he didn't notice Timmy's hands sliding down his chest until they moved over his belly, slender fingers gliding over wet skin. A tight heat grew in him beneath those fingers as they caressed and lightly pulled at his flesh, and he shuddered uncontrollably. Fuck...
When he felt Dick nod over his shoulder, Tim's hands pressed further down, kneading into his groin muscles and - oh, Goddammit, that's good - working out the knot of a bruise that hadn't really begun to heal yet. Robin's fingers were deft, finding the spots that hurt the worst, and Jay groaned through gritted teeth when pain began to mix with pleasure, the two blending incoherently until he was blissfully aware that the agony had given way to a white haze, sparks dancing through his crotch and anticipation coiling and uncoiling in his gut. Never would he have imagined that Tim possessed that kind of skill!
Breathing hard from the release of the pain, he wasn't at all prepared when those same talented fingers wrapped around his cock and slipped beneath his balls, cupping and caressing the sensitive flesh to seek out the worst damage. He jerked at the sudden electric touch, tensing just as Tim's fingertips brushed over the top of his left testicle, a spot that hadn't quit hurting for one minute since the fight. A whimper escaped him at the discovery of his greatest physical injury, and Dick's hands tightened on his arms, keeping him upright as his vision began to swim and his knees started to turn to jell-o. Lips brushed over his ear and soothing sounds were whispered as he fought down a shout of intense torture, pain lancing though him in torrents.
Fingertips swept around that spot, pressing in tight, agonizing circles, until, after what felt like ten or fifteen years to Jay, the blaze of torment dulled to a vague ache, those previous sparks and coils of anticipation returning. He felt his cock harden again beneath Tim's masterful touch, skin lighting on fire as the ache was summarily dismissed, finally, finally replaced by a desire to have more than just fingers surrounding him.
Groaning, he reached up to grip Tim's shoulders, but before he could push down to make his desires clear, the younger man dropped to his knees. The shock that jolted through Jay when those pouty lips wrapped around his cock nearly made his legs give out beneath him, and he vaguely registered the presence of Dick still behind him, still holding him up, still whispering softly into his ear. Jay's hands went automatically to rake through Tim's hair, catching to hold onto him for dear life, even as he settled his weight back against Dick, throwing his head back again into the crook of his older brother's neck. “Fuuuuuck...” he managed to groan out with a shudder, Tim's tongue starting to swirl and tease and lick at the head of Jay's cock, flitting over the slit and down to the more sensitive underside.
Then Tim was bobbing his head, taking Jason's dick almost completely into his throat as his tongue continued its spasm-inducing dance around the shaft and tip. Jay started to jerk as his entire body tensed, pleasure spreading in hot waves from his crotch all the way up to the roots of his hair and down to the tips of his toes, the digits starting to curl against the floor of the tub. Everything felt tight, contracted, as the pressure built within him, boiling steam waiting to burst forth into the equally hot shower.
“Let go, Jay Bird,” Dick's warm voice tickled his ear, “You can let go.”
And then he was coming, body trembling as he shot into Tim's mouth, still clutching Robin's hair and keening incoherently for what felt like days. Tim swallowed around him, mouth pumping him for every last drop of cum as Jay shook, supported now by both his brothers' hands as his knees finally gave. His feet tried to slip from beneath him as the shower spun around him, his vision whiting out as the crest of the wave passed.
Panting in the steam, Jay relaxed into his brother's arms as they wrapped around him from both sides, Tim rising to hold him as well and press a salty kiss to his mouth. With his brain unable to process anything but the most basic sensations as he tasted his own cum on Tim's swollen, red lips, Jason couldn't remember quite why he'd been so angry at his brothers, despite the general feeling that he should be. A chuckle from behind him finally drew his attention, and he managed to break the kiss and turn weakly to face Dick with a questioning expression.
“You feel better, now?” the elder Bat asked.
Jay caught the mischievous twinkle in Dick's eyes, and narrowed his own. “Fuck you,” he breathed half-heartedly, his body still jell-o.
“That's what I thought,” his older brother smiled teasingly, dipping his head to place a kiss on Jay's neck. “Now, what else can we do to make it up to you, Jay Bird? What would you like?”
His mind slowly beginning to function again, Jason recalled his plans for retribution. “I want to fucking pound you into oblivion, Dickie-Boy,” he purred, reaching up with one hand to pull Dick down for a bruising kiss, his tongue invading his older brother's mouth greedily. Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this...
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Part 3