FIC: Firsts
Title: Firsts
Pairing: Dick/Roy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dick has had many firsts.
The first time Dick Grayson got a hickey, it was completely by accident.
The thing is, it really was. He and Roy had been sparring, and they'd stumbled in a manner which ended up with Roy's teeth implanted in his neck.
Other than calling Roy a vampire and shoving him off, he hadn't thought anything about it, until he'd arrived back at the manner.
Alfred had taken one look at him, raised an eyebrow and swept him off to where the undercover supplies were, pulling out a container of makeup.
"What?" he'd asked, and Alfred had given one of his looks.
"Master Richard, I shan't comment, because if you don't tell me then I won't know anything to hide, but really, you ought to be more careful. Master Bruce would be fit to be tied." Alfred had then started putting the makeup on his neck, and Dick had realized what it looked like and blushed to his roots.
"It's not- I wasn't- Roy and I were just-"
"Richard," Alfred interrupts, both eyebrows raised. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. But you really must be careful," he emphasizes, finishes covering up the bite mark, and walks away before Dick can say anything.
The first time Dick gets to third base was also by accident.
They were at the manner, Roy sleeping over instead of staying at the hotel with Ollie when the two are in Gotham for the big annual charity ball for something-or-other.
They were both a little tipsy from stolen champagne and were giggling like mad, play fighting in Dick's room.
Dick decided to fight dirty and starts tickling Roy, and Roy launched his own tickle attack, knocking them onto the bed. They squirmed about, going for each's worst tickle place: just under the ribs. Roy had a good hold on him, but Dick's flexible enough to flip around and crawl down Roy's body, taking care not to kick him in the face, and pinned him his arms to the bed with his knees and commenced extreme rib-tickling.
Roy giggled and squirmed uncontrollably, and Dick was just about to demand surrender when Roy abruptly evened his odds in the tickle battle by blowing wet raspberries against Dick's stomach. Dick flailed, one hand accidentally slipping under Roy's pants.
Naturally, this was when Alfred stops in to check on them.
Dick found himself promptly lifted off Roy and set on his feet. A look from Alfred had Roy scrambling to his feet.
Through the haze of champagne clouding his mind, Dick realized that having his hand down Roy's pants while Roy's mouth was pressed to his stomach probably looked a lot less innocent than the situation actually was.
"We were just-" Roy and Dick began at the same time, quelling in the face of one of Alfred's best looks.
This led to the first time Dick received "The Talk". While Bruce had handed him some pamphlets and told him to read them a few years ago, there hadn't been any discussion.
He and Roy, after much blushing and protesting that was entirely ignored, sat as far apart on the bed as possible, starring at their feet as Alfred lectured them on safe sex, STDs, relationships, and more as Dick desperately tried not to pay attention to anything.
Alfred then drove Roy back to the Hotel, and told Bruce that Dick had been drinking.
Dick gladly took the lecture and grounding that came from Alfred tattling on his tipsy state, as Alfred hadn't told about the position he thought he'd caught Dick in.
Plus, Bruce tried to keep him away from Roy after that due to him being a bad influence with the alcohol anyways.
The first time Dick got tested for STIs was a few days later, when Alfred drove him to see Leslie.
Leslie had apparently been filled in on the situation, as when Alfred had left the room, she had hugged him.
"Now tell me about this nice young man of yours then," she'd said, and Dick had buried his face in his hands.
"We really- Roy and I are not having sex," Dick managed to say. Leslie raised an eyebrow in an Alfred like manner.
"Richard Grayson. I am your doctor. As such, there will be complete doctor-patient confidentiality. You don't have to lie to me, and I won't be judging you," she said kindly. Dick shook his head.
"No, really. We haven't, uh. What Alfred walked in on Saturday, that was, we hadn't ever, it wasn't," Dick stuttered. Leslie gave him a soft, pitying look.
"That was the first time, then?" she questioned, and Dick was too busy dying of embarrassment to set her straight. He tried to speak, but he just choked up and wished he could melt into the floor.
Apparently, Leslie took his silence for confirmation, and gave him another hug.
"Now then," she said, "Let's get you tested anyways so Alfred stops his worrying. And I'll get you some condoms."
Dick crossed his fingers and hoped for a supervillian attack, but it didn't come.
The first time Bruce catches Dick kissing someone, the Titans had been over at the mansion playing "Seven Minutes in Heaven".
Dick had the misfortune of reluctantly agreeing to play after Donna had finally caved, assuming that one of the others wanted an excuse to make out with her. He should have noticed the mischievous glint in Donna's eyes though, and while he'd assumed that her leaning over to whisper to Wally had something to do with the game, he shouldn't have assumed it had nothing to do with him.
This led to Roy and Dick being shoved into a closet by their friends, Garth quickly catching on to Donna and Wally's evil, evil scheme.
Roy and Dick had half-heartedly protested and demanded to be let out, but then had settled in to wait the seven minutes, Roy pulling out a deck of cards.
When time was almost up, they exchanged a look, and Roy laughed.
"Might as well let Donna get her kicks," Dick agreed.
"And the traumatized look on Wally's face will be worth it," Roy said, nodding.
They pulled each other suitably close and locked lips, both shaking from with held laughter.
The door opened, and they waited for the giggles and shocked exclamations.
"What the hell is going on here?" demanded a voice that was neither Wally, Garth or Donna. Roy and Dick quickly moved to opposite ends of the closet.
Dick dared to peek around Bruce and saw his friends looking terrified and apologetic.
Bruce whirled around to face the three.
"Kitchen!" he growled, sending them for Alfred to look after, and they scampered off.
Dick was worried. On the one hand, Alfred would now probably get the story from them and come to the rescue. On the other, they were now alone with Bruce.
"Richard John Grayson and William Roy Harper Jr.!" roared Bruce, "asses on the couch, now!"
Dick swallowed hard and ran for the couch.
Thankfully, Alfred came running, Alfred was actually running, in a few minutes later, before Bruce had managed to do more than yell questions at them without giving any time for response.
Alfred dragged Bruce out of the room for a few minutes, giving them stern instructions to wait and not move.
Dick and Roy had barely breathed.
The first time Dick was kind of sort of proposed to was a few minutes later, when Roy was sweating on the couch under Bruce's not much calmer interrogation.
"I swear, I swear I would never, uh defile or ravage him! Really! I'm not even! That is! I'll marry him! Or I would, if I could! Really! Honoring and cherishing! Not hurting or divesting of any, uh, virginal properties!" babbled Roy.
This was the first time Dick contemplated building a nuclear bomb.
The first time Dick was unable to look Oliver Queen in the eyes was twenty-four hours later, when Ollie had come to pick Roy up, only to be told he needed a quiet "chat" with Bruce first.
The yelling match which ensued could be heard throughout the manor, Dick was sure. Dick winced, but was happy that it seemed Roy, at least, wouldn't be getting punished.
Roy however, looked pained. Dick raised a brow questioningly.
"Ollie is going to be handing me condoms and setting me up on dates with strange men forever now," Roy said miserably.
Dick grimaced. Perhaps his fate was not as bad as it seemed after all.
The first time Dick punched Oliver Queen in the jaw was a year later.
He had marched right into a Justice League meeting, ignored the fact that he'd interrupted Superman in the middle of something that was probably very important, and socked him in the jaw.
He had then marched right back out during the shocked silence.
He angry at the man for abandoning Roy, but angrier at himself for pretty much doing the same.
The first time Dick Grayson realized he was in love with Roy Harper was over a decade later, when Roy belched chili breath all over him, and Dick found himself kissing the man.
Horrified with himself, he pulled away quickly and waited for Roy's angry reaction.
"Well its about time shortpants," Roy laughed, and pulled him into another kiss.
~
End.
Pairing: Dick/Roy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dick has had many firsts.
The first time Dick Grayson got a hickey, it was completely by accident.
The thing is, it really was. He and Roy had been sparring, and they'd stumbled in a manner which ended up with Roy's teeth implanted in his neck.
Other than calling Roy a vampire and shoving him off, he hadn't thought anything about it, until he'd arrived back at the manner.
Alfred had taken one look at him, raised an eyebrow and swept him off to where the undercover supplies were, pulling out a container of makeup.
"What?" he'd asked, and Alfred had given one of his looks.
"Master Richard, I shan't comment, because if you don't tell me then I won't know anything to hide, but really, you ought to be more careful. Master Bruce would be fit to be tied." Alfred had then started putting the makeup on his neck, and Dick had realized what it looked like and blushed to his roots.
"It's not- I wasn't- Roy and I were just-"
"Richard," Alfred interrupts, both eyebrows raised. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. But you really must be careful," he emphasizes, finishes covering up the bite mark, and walks away before Dick can say anything.
The first time Dick gets to third base was also by accident.
They were at the manner, Roy sleeping over instead of staying at the hotel with Ollie when the two are in Gotham for the big annual charity ball for something-or-other.
They were both a little tipsy from stolen champagne and were giggling like mad, play fighting in Dick's room.
Dick decided to fight dirty and starts tickling Roy, and Roy launched his own tickle attack, knocking them onto the bed. They squirmed about, going for each's worst tickle place: just under the ribs. Roy had a good hold on him, but Dick's flexible enough to flip around and crawl down Roy's body, taking care not to kick him in the face, and pinned him his arms to the bed with his knees and commenced extreme rib-tickling.
Roy giggled and squirmed uncontrollably, and Dick was just about to demand surrender when Roy abruptly evened his odds in the tickle battle by blowing wet raspberries against Dick's stomach. Dick flailed, one hand accidentally slipping under Roy's pants.
Naturally, this was when Alfred stops in to check on them.
Dick found himself promptly lifted off Roy and set on his feet. A look from Alfred had Roy scrambling to his feet.
Through the haze of champagne clouding his mind, Dick realized that having his hand down Roy's pants while Roy's mouth was pressed to his stomach probably looked a lot less innocent than the situation actually was.
"We were just-" Roy and Dick began at the same time, quelling in the face of one of Alfred's best looks.
This led to the first time Dick received "The Talk". While Bruce had handed him some pamphlets and told him to read them a few years ago, there hadn't been any discussion.
He and Roy, after much blushing and protesting that was entirely ignored, sat as far apart on the bed as possible, starring at their feet as Alfred lectured them on safe sex, STDs, relationships, and more as Dick desperately tried not to pay attention to anything.
Alfred then drove Roy back to the Hotel, and told Bruce that Dick had been drinking.
Dick gladly took the lecture and grounding that came from Alfred tattling on his tipsy state, as Alfred hadn't told about the position he thought he'd caught Dick in.
Plus, Bruce tried to keep him away from Roy after that due to him being a bad influence with the alcohol anyways.
The first time Dick got tested for STIs was a few days later, when Alfred drove him to see Leslie.
Leslie had apparently been filled in on the situation, as when Alfred had left the room, she had hugged him.
"Now tell me about this nice young man of yours then," she'd said, and Dick had buried his face in his hands.
"We really- Roy and I are not having sex," Dick managed to say. Leslie raised an eyebrow in an Alfred like manner.
"Richard Grayson. I am your doctor. As such, there will be complete doctor-patient confidentiality. You don't have to lie to me, and I won't be judging you," she said kindly. Dick shook his head.
"No, really. We haven't, uh. What Alfred walked in on Saturday, that was, we hadn't ever, it wasn't," Dick stuttered. Leslie gave him a soft, pitying look.
"That was the first time, then?" she questioned, and Dick was too busy dying of embarrassment to set her straight. He tried to speak, but he just choked up and wished he could melt into the floor.
Apparently, Leslie took his silence for confirmation, and gave him another hug.
"Now then," she said, "Let's get you tested anyways so Alfred stops his worrying. And I'll get you some condoms."
Dick crossed his fingers and hoped for a supervillian attack, but it didn't come.
The first time Bruce catches Dick kissing someone, the Titans had been over at the mansion playing "Seven Minutes in Heaven".
Dick had the misfortune of reluctantly agreeing to play after Donna had finally caved, assuming that one of the others wanted an excuse to make out with her. He should have noticed the mischievous glint in Donna's eyes though, and while he'd assumed that her leaning over to whisper to Wally had something to do with the game, he shouldn't have assumed it had nothing to do with him.
This led to Roy and Dick being shoved into a closet by their friends, Garth quickly catching on to Donna and Wally's evil, evil scheme.
Roy and Dick had half-heartedly protested and demanded to be let out, but then had settled in to wait the seven minutes, Roy pulling out a deck of cards.
When time was almost up, they exchanged a look, and Roy laughed.
"Might as well let Donna get her kicks," Dick agreed.
"And the traumatized look on Wally's face will be worth it," Roy said, nodding.
They pulled each other suitably close and locked lips, both shaking from with held laughter.
The door opened, and they waited for the giggles and shocked exclamations.
"What the hell is going on here?" demanded a voice that was neither Wally, Garth or Donna. Roy and Dick quickly moved to opposite ends of the closet.
Dick dared to peek around Bruce and saw his friends looking terrified and apologetic.
Bruce whirled around to face the three.
"Kitchen!" he growled, sending them for Alfred to look after, and they scampered off.
Dick was worried. On the one hand, Alfred would now probably get the story from them and come to the rescue. On the other, they were now alone with Bruce.
"Richard John Grayson and William Roy Harper Jr.!" roared Bruce, "asses on the couch, now!"
Dick swallowed hard and ran for the couch.
Thankfully, Alfred came running, Alfred was actually running, in a few minutes later, before Bruce had managed to do more than yell questions at them without giving any time for response.
Alfred dragged Bruce out of the room for a few minutes, giving them stern instructions to wait and not move.
Dick and Roy had barely breathed.
The first time Dick was kind of sort of proposed to was a few minutes later, when Roy was sweating on the couch under Bruce's not much calmer interrogation.
"I swear, I swear I would never, uh defile or ravage him! Really! I'm not even! That is! I'll marry him! Or I would, if I could! Really! Honoring and cherishing! Not hurting or divesting of any, uh, virginal properties!" babbled Roy.
This was the first time Dick contemplated building a nuclear bomb.
The first time Dick was unable to look Oliver Queen in the eyes was twenty-four hours later, when Ollie had come to pick Roy up, only to be told he needed a quiet "chat" with Bruce first.
The yelling match which ensued could be heard throughout the manor, Dick was sure. Dick winced, but was happy that it seemed Roy, at least, wouldn't be getting punished.
Roy however, looked pained. Dick raised a brow questioningly.
"Ollie is going to be handing me condoms and setting me up on dates with strange men forever now," Roy said miserably.
Dick grimaced. Perhaps his fate was not as bad as it seemed after all.
The first time Dick punched Oliver Queen in the jaw was a year later.
He had marched right into a Justice League meeting, ignored the fact that he'd interrupted Superman in the middle of something that was probably very important, and socked him in the jaw.
He had then marched right back out during the shocked silence.
He angry at the man for abandoning Roy, but angrier at himself for pretty much doing the same.
The first time Dick Grayson realized he was in love with Roy Harper was over a decade later, when Roy belched chili breath all over him, and Dick found himself kissing the man.
Horrified with himself, he pulled away quickly and waited for Roy's angry reaction.
"Well its about time shortpants," Roy laughed, and pulled him into another kiss.
~
End.