DCU Fanfic: Tangled in Netting
Title: Tangled in Netting
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Tim, mentions Dick
Pairing(s): Jason/Tim
Word Count: 1306
Genre: AU/smut
Rating: R/M
Notes: Written for my FREE space on my au_bingo card because I didn't get Sports. >>;; This is gonna be part of bigger AU with weirdbot, if everything goes as planned. >>;; No soccer knowledge required. Jason's a striker (goal scorer), and Tim isn't anything at the moment, but he's not quiet the right size for goalie, methinks. >>;; They are best tall, and well, Tim's lacking in that department. XD Jason can talk Tim into pretty much anything. (The idea for the sex is because of the skirmish in the goal during the Italy-Slovakia game. The game was shit, but mansex could have made it better...maybe. *sob*)
Link: N/A
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After meeting his favorite striker for the first time, really meeting him and not just being a stalker fan at all the matches, Tim knew he was doomed. Jason Todd would never be called charismatic by the media, not by a long shot; they had many other choice words for him, but none were charismatic.
Jason really was though, or at least, he seemed to talk Tim into anything. This time Jason talked him into sneaking into World Cup's next venue in the middle of night with him. It was Jason's hometown, Gotham City, and he felt like he could do whatever he wanted.
Obviously, he could since they didn't get caught, and Tim was leaning against the goalpost, watching Jason bounce the new regulation ball back and forth on his knees. “Timmy, be my goalie, will ya?” he more told than asked as he let the ball drop from his knee to the ground in front of him.
“Jason, I'm not a goalie, and you'll-”
Jason gave Tim a dismissive hand wave. “You'll be fine. I'll even go easy on how much power I give the kick,” he offered easily.
Tim sighed and moved into the goal. “Fine, but if you tease me about this later...” he trailed off as he dived to catch the ball Jason kicked with no warning. “Hey!”
“Gotta keep up, Timmy,” Jason said with a laugh. “Now, toss the ball back like a good goalie.”
With a sour look, Tim threw the ball hard at Jason's head. Jason just headed it toward the goal playfully. Tim shook his head as he scooped up ball again and rolled it to Jason's feet. The next goal shot didn't come right away as Jason dribbled the ball a bit, taking his time.
Tim was about shout for Jason to get on with it when the ball went whizzing by his head, crashing into the back of net and staying there. Tim made a little noise when he noticed what happened, and Jason laughed as Tim turned around to grab the ball in the back of goal. Before he could even get up from his crouch, Tim felt a pair of big hands on his hips.
“Looks like I scored a goal,” Jason whispered as he leaned over Tim, forcing him to drop the ball and use the net as support. “What do I win?”
“We didn't set any stakes, Jason,” Tim stated firmly, trying to move away, but then he felt Jason really press against him, and he had a change of heart about moving away.
“Oh?” Jason murmured oh-so-close to Tim's ear. “Are you sure? We could change that right now, you know.”
Tim swallowed thickly, turning his head to look at Jason over his shoulder. “I'm up for anything, Jason,” he answered, leaning back against Jason a bit.
Jason gave his world famous smirk, turned to Tim around, pushed his back against the net, and proceeded to kiss Tim senseless. Tim gasped into the kiss, keeping himself from being such a girl by wrapping his arms around Jason's neck. Instead, he tangled his hands in the net behind him, kissing Jason back with fervor if not as much experience as him.
Strong arms wrapped Tim's waist, and Jason's hand slipped down to cup his ass, completely bypassing Tim's briefs, and squeezing, making Tim very glad he played almost as much soccer as his beloved team and favorite players. Otherwise, this would have been terribly awkward, Tim thought, but the thought quickly dissipated when Jason's tongue slipped into his mouth, on the attack.
Tim moaned into the kiss, pressing and pushing his tongue against Jason's as Jason made quick work of his shorts and briefs, yanking them down and exposing Tim to the cool air. The kiss broke when Tim gave a little shivered a bit. Jason grinned, pulling down his own shorts and briefs then pressing Tim against the net, kissing him again.
The netting felt weird against his bare ass, but that didn't matter when Jason was kissing him. Then Jason's hand slipped down to grasp their cocks, jerking them together. Tim pulled back from the kiss with a breathy moan, looking down between, them his fingers and hands completely tangled in the netting behind him.
Jason leaned forward, his mouth against Tim's ear. “Keep your hands tangled in the net. It's hot,” he whispered hotly before nibbling on Tim's outer ear.
Tim's breath caught in his throat, his hands gripping the net behind him as he bucked into Jason's hand. “J-Jason,” he moaned.
Feeling Jason chuckle against his ear, Tim squirmed. He shifted his feet a bit, the soccer ball underneath him making him lose his footing. Jason pulled his hand away from their cocks, using that arm to wrap around Tim's waist to keep him from falling. Tim made a little embarrassed noises as Jason kicked the ball behind him out of the goal.
“Jump up and wrap your legs around me,” Jason murmured against Tim's ear. “I won't let you fall.”
Had Tim not already been a little sex addled, he would have protested, but Jason's words sounded very sincere. Yes, there was no reason Jason would drop him, but it seemed like more than that to Tim as he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jason's waist.
One of Jason's hands slipped to cup Tim's ass while the other gripped his hip, supporting him. Then Jason began to move again, rubbing his cock against Tim's, and Tim returned the action in kind, crossing his ankles at the base of Jason's back.
Jason leaned forward, moving close against Tim and pressing him against the net again to kiss him hard. Tim took the initiative, slipping his tongue into Jason's mouth first, their tongues fighting for dominance as their hips moved and bucked to rub their cocks together.
Gasping into the kiss, Tim bucked hard once more against Jason, coming hard. Panting as he came down from his orgasm, Tim rested his head on Jason's shoulder as Jason kept moving against him. It was a little painful, so soon after coming, but he wanted Jason to get off too. He slipped his hand down and started to jerk Jason off, hard and fast.
With a guttural groan, Jason bucked up in Tim's hand, muttering curses and urging Tim on. After a few more strokes, Jason came, slumping forward a bit but never dropping Tim. Panting, Jason kissed Tim's ear, grinning against it.
“Goooooal,” he murmured against Tim's ear, making Tim flush.
“Jerk,” Tim muttered but making no real effort to move away from Jason's hold.
Jason smirked. “Nah, if I were really a jerk, I'd yell goal, right after coming inside of you,” he said cheekily.
Tim unwound his legs from Jason's waist with a huff. “Luckily, that won't be happening.” Tim paused, wiping his sticky hand off on his shirt since it was already a wash from his own come splattering on it earlier. “You don't have that bad taste to do that after sex.”
“Really?” Jason asked as he pulled up his underwear and shorts. “You might wanna ask Dick about that then.
Tim almost stumbled as he pulled up his own shorts and underwear. “Wait, what? No,” Tim said incredulously. “You couldn't have done that to Dick!”
Jason chuckled. “Well, if you wanna find out, you'll just have to ask Dick!” he sing-songed, jogging backwards and out of the goal. “We better get going if we don't wanna get caught by the security.”
Tim grabbed the ball Jason brought with them as he jogged after Jason, his curiosity piqued, even if a little horrified to boot.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Tim, mentions Dick
Pairing(s): Jason/Tim
Word Count: 1306
Genre: AU/smut
Rating: R/M
Notes: Written for my FREE space on my au_bingo card because I didn't get Sports. >>;; This is gonna be part of bigger AU with weirdbot, if everything goes as planned. >>;; No soccer knowledge required. Jason's a striker (goal scorer), and Tim isn't anything at the moment, but he's not quiet the right size for goalie, methinks. >>;; They are best tall, and well, Tim's lacking in that department. XD Jason can talk Tim into pretty much anything. (The idea for the sex is because of the skirmish in the goal during the Italy-Slovakia game. The game was shit, but mansex could have made it better...maybe. *sob*)
Link: N/A
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After meeting his favorite striker for the first time, really meeting him and not just being a stalker fan at all the matches, Tim knew he was doomed. Jason Todd would never be called charismatic by the media, not by a long shot; they had many other choice words for him, but none were charismatic.
Jason really was though, or at least, he seemed to talk Tim into anything. This time Jason talked him into sneaking into World Cup's next venue in the middle of night with him. It was Jason's hometown, Gotham City, and he felt like he could do whatever he wanted.
Obviously, he could since they didn't get caught, and Tim was leaning against the goalpost, watching Jason bounce the new regulation ball back and forth on his knees. “Timmy, be my goalie, will ya?” he more told than asked as he let the ball drop from his knee to the ground in front of him.
“Jason, I'm not a goalie, and you'll-”
Jason gave Tim a dismissive hand wave. “You'll be fine. I'll even go easy on how much power I give the kick,” he offered easily.
Tim sighed and moved into the goal. “Fine, but if you tease me about this later...” he trailed off as he dived to catch the ball Jason kicked with no warning. “Hey!”
“Gotta keep up, Timmy,” Jason said with a laugh. “Now, toss the ball back like a good goalie.”
With a sour look, Tim threw the ball hard at Jason's head. Jason just headed it toward the goal playfully. Tim shook his head as he scooped up ball again and rolled it to Jason's feet. The next goal shot didn't come right away as Jason dribbled the ball a bit, taking his time.
Tim was about shout for Jason to get on with it when the ball went whizzing by his head, crashing into the back of net and staying there. Tim made a little noise when he noticed what happened, and Jason laughed as Tim turned around to grab the ball in the back of goal. Before he could even get up from his crouch, Tim felt a pair of big hands on his hips.
“Looks like I scored a goal,” Jason whispered as he leaned over Tim, forcing him to drop the ball and use the net as support. “What do I win?”
“We didn't set any stakes, Jason,” Tim stated firmly, trying to move away, but then he felt Jason really press against him, and he had a change of heart about moving away.
“Oh?” Jason murmured oh-so-close to Tim's ear. “Are you sure? We could change that right now, you know.”
Tim swallowed thickly, turning his head to look at Jason over his shoulder. “I'm up for anything, Jason,” he answered, leaning back against Jason a bit.
Jason gave his world famous smirk, turned to Tim around, pushed his back against the net, and proceeded to kiss Tim senseless. Tim gasped into the kiss, keeping himself from being such a girl by wrapping his arms around Jason's neck. Instead, he tangled his hands in the net behind him, kissing Jason back with fervor if not as much experience as him.
Strong arms wrapped Tim's waist, and Jason's hand slipped down to cup his ass, completely bypassing Tim's briefs, and squeezing, making Tim very glad he played almost as much soccer as his beloved team and favorite players. Otherwise, this would have been terribly awkward, Tim thought, but the thought quickly dissipated when Jason's tongue slipped into his mouth, on the attack.
Tim moaned into the kiss, pressing and pushing his tongue against Jason's as Jason made quick work of his shorts and briefs, yanking them down and exposing Tim to the cool air. The kiss broke when Tim gave a little shivered a bit. Jason grinned, pulling down his own shorts and briefs then pressing Tim against the net, kissing him again.
The netting felt weird against his bare ass, but that didn't matter when Jason was kissing him. Then Jason's hand slipped down to grasp their cocks, jerking them together. Tim pulled back from the kiss with a breathy moan, looking down between, them his fingers and hands completely tangled in the netting behind him.
Jason leaned forward, his mouth against Tim's ear. “Keep your hands tangled in the net. It's hot,” he whispered hotly before nibbling on Tim's outer ear.
Tim's breath caught in his throat, his hands gripping the net behind him as he bucked into Jason's hand. “J-Jason,” he moaned.
Feeling Jason chuckle against his ear, Tim squirmed. He shifted his feet a bit, the soccer ball underneath him making him lose his footing. Jason pulled his hand away from their cocks, using that arm to wrap around Tim's waist to keep him from falling. Tim made a little embarrassed noises as Jason kicked the ball behind him out of the goal.
“Jump up and wrap your legs around me,” Jason murmured against Tim's ear. “I won't let you fall.”
Had Tim not already been a little sex addled, he would have protested, but Jason's words sounded very sincere. Yes, there was no reason Jason would drop him, but it seemed like more than that to Tim as he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jason's waist.
One of Jason's hands slipped to cup Tim's ass while the other gripped his hip, supporting him. Then Jason began to move again, rubbing his cock against Tim's, and Tim returned the action in kind, crossing his ankles at the base of Jason's back.
Jason leaned forward, moving close against Tim and pressing him against the net again to kiss him hard. Tim took the initiative, slipping his tongue into Jason's mouth first, their tongues fighting for dominance as their hips moved and bucked to rub their cocks together.
Gasping into the kiss, Tim bucked hard once more against Jason, coming hard. Panting as he came down from his orgasm, Tim rested his head on Jason's shoulder as Jason kept moving against him. It was a little painful, so soon after coming, but he wanted Jason to get off too. He slipped his hand down and started to jerk Jason off, hard and fast.
With a guttural groan, Jason bucked up in Tim's hand, muttering curses and urging Tim on. After a few more strokes, Jason came, slumping forward a bit but never dropping Tim. Panting, Jason kissed Tim's ear, grinning against it.
“Goooooal,” he murmured against Tim's ear, making Tim flush.
“Jerk,” Tim muttered but making no real effort to move away from Jason's hold.
Jason smirked. “Nah, if I were really a jerk, I'd yell goal, right after coming inside of you,” he said cheekily.
Tim unwound his legs from Jason's waist with a huff. “Luckily, that won't be happening.” Tim paused, wiping his sticky hand off on his shirt since it was already a wash from his own come splattering on it earlier. “You don't have that bad taste to do that after sex.”
“Really?” Jason asked as he pulled up his underwear and shorts. “You might wanna ask Dick about that then.
Tim almost stumbled as he pulled up his own shorts and underwear. “Wait, what? No,” Tim said incredulously. “You couldn't have done that to Dick!”
Jason chuckled. “Well, if you wanna find out, you'll just have to ask Dick!” he sing-songed, jogging backwards and out of the goal. “We better get going if we don't wanna get caught by the security.”
Tim grabbed the ball Jason brought with them as he jogged after Jason, his curiosity piqued, even if a little horrified to boot.