Fic: wrong number, NC17, Titans.

[jamjar]

Title: wrong number
Rating: NC17

Notes:
The Random Porn generator is a thing of beauty. It really is.
It is also very, very evil.

Hey, have you noticed how with some characters, n matter how bizarre the scenario, no matter how wrong or unlikely the pairing, it works because you just think “Yep, that character would so __________ with ____.”

No major angst, other than that intrinsic to the characters. Sex, albeit long-distance.
As always, if you see any mistakes, let me know.



It's a good dream. It has girls in bikinis and boys in less, but mostly it's just warm. There's sun and sea and over there the golden sand turns into yellow corn and he could just float on it all day.

So he's not entirely happy when the phone rings. Thinks it's his alarm at first before realising that he doesn't have one anymore. Dawn chorus and the Kents wake him up at the farm and Gar thinks it's funny to turn into a fucking rooster at the tower, so...

Phone. He hits the speaker button without opening his eyes, concentrating on the image of zebra-striped boys in sarongs and scaly women sunning themselves next to him. That is not a dream he wants to leave.

The line crackles and hisses, but the voice on the other end is clear.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Yeah," Kon says. And part of him is annoyed and wants to say something like "Do you know what time it is?" but he doesn't actually know what time it is and getting angry will just wake him up more.

Zebra-boy is waving at him.

"I was trying to get Bat-" crackle on the phone that drowns out what the boy was saying. "...wing..."

"I can't hear you," Kon says. "I'm going to put the phone down."

"Robin." And it was only the superhearing kicking in that let him hear that over the static, before it clears, just like that. "Is Robin there?"

Which makes Kon sit up, saying a regretful goodbye to his dream. "He's not here. Is this important? Should I get some-- Who the hell are you, anyway?"

"Nobody's life's at stake," the boy says. "I just-" no sound, nothing, not even static or a dial tone. "-someone to talk to."

Oh. And he wasn't exactly Samaritans here, but anyone looking to the Batfamily because they needed someone to talk to *really* needed someone to talk to. "How did you get this number?"

"You're at the Tower. I know..." And there's a ring tone for about a second before the connection gets back. "...ber."

"You can't get them in Gotham?"

Silence. "...ied. Doesn't work."

And this is freaking him out a little, not enough to switch the light on but enough to make him sit up. "Do I need to get Starfire or Cyborg? They should be able to-"

"No. No point. Just... I want to stay on the line." No static, no dial tone and the connections clear for maybe the first time.

"Okay." And what, exactly, should they talk about. Kon breathes in and says a regretful goodbye to the bathing beauties of his dreams.

"It's night there, right?" The boy's voice sounds a little wistful.

"You woke me up," he says.

"Good dreams?"

"The best," he says. Closes his eyes and pictures as much as he can remember. "Beautiful."

"Women or men?"

"Both," he says before he can think about.

'Warm." And the boy's voice is like, right in his ear. Which makes sense, because that's where the phone is, but the crackles have died down and the boy is whispering and the way he said warm was just... "You're really warm."

Purring almost, and slightly vicious.

"It's summer," Kon says, and then kicks himself. He has to be able to come up with something better to say than that.

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh."

"I can almost feel the heat from your skin."

And Kon had a vague idea that that was where the conversation was going, but... huh. And also mmm.

"So your dream, anyone I know?"

"I don't know who you know."

"Kory there? Nightwing? Together or singly, with you on the outside or in the middle."

Kon shakes his head. "No, no-one real.' Exactly. Just echoes of people, like Tim's way of looking at him patched onto classic beach bunny girl, Starfire's hair with Bart's energy.

"But you like the idea, right."

What?

"Can you imagine it?" Yeah, pretty vividly, actually. "Think about Nightwing pressing you up against a wall. Or against Kory. That hair, wrapping around you. Can you see them kiss-- fuck you're so hot. I can feel it through the..." static. "... taste you."

"You ever seen them in action? When they really *move*, trained and focussed and..." he laughs, low and dirty. "Flexible. Aggressive. Think they're like that in bed?"

"Talk," the voice says. "I can feel it when you talk. I can hear how much you need it."

"What, what do you want me to say."

"Robin. Think of him, watching you with them,"

Which is just-fuck. Because there's turned on and then there's turned on and he can see it so clearly. Tim in Robin's costume, watching him get fucked by Nightwing and Starfire and there's the weird *thing* all the bats have with each other, and Tim just looks neutral. Which means he's really feeling something, even if Kon doesn't know what it is and who it's for.

"Can you see him?"

"Yeah. He's just..." picturing Kory's hands going low, going in, Nightwing looking at Tim over his head and Kon is moaning, and Tim can hear every. Fricking. Sound. And he doesn't have a clue what Tim thinks about it. "He's just watching me. And he's..."

"Walking over. Slowly. You're a little bit scared now, right? A little nervous and that's only making it better."

"A little scared? Dude, Robin can be *terrifying*." Kon is reaching out, blindly groping for the lube

"In a good way?"

Kon closes his eyes because he can't, actually, help it. "The best. I don't know what he's going to do, if he's angry with me or Nightwing or Kory. He's just looking and..."

"He pushes you down a little and kisses Nightwing, and you still don't know if it's lust or punishment. Could be either, could be both. Where are you hands now?" The boy laughs. "Forget it, I know where they are. Take them off." Kon groans at that, but does what he's told. "Good. Now, Robin's putting his hand on your neck. Can you feel it?" Burst of static loud enough to be painful and then the boy's voice is there again. "Do it. Your hand, his hand, on your neck just lightly, just enough to remind you he'd only have to press down."

Kon takes left hand goes on his, neck pushing down slightly. And it's not quite right, because his hands are bigger than Tim's, not callused in the same way, too warm, but it's dark and he can almost feel the gauntlets like a ghost. Tim's holding him steady with the lightest touch.

"I can feel that," the boy says. "So who do you think tops?"

Which makes Kon laugh, because "In that scenario? Kory, definitely Kory."

The boy laughs too. "Yeah, but she's busy with you now, isn't she. Her hand's inside you, stretching you out. You think she's in a sharing mood? Think she's thinking which is prettier, Robin fucking you or Nightwing fucking Robin?"

And Kon actually feels *empty* in the place where Kory's fingers aren't and his right hand is pressed against the bed because the boy still hasn't told him what to do with it. He'd start jacking himself off again, only he's never been quiet about it.

"No-one's touching your cock," the boy's voice says sharply, like he knew what Kon was thinking. "Kory takes her fingers out and pushes you down so you're kneeling, just at the right level. You're touching Robin's wrist to keep his hand on your throat, right?"

He must feel Kon's nod through the phone line, or maybe he hears Kon bringing his right hand up to touch his left wrist, Robin's wrist. It's his hand and he registers the touch, but part of him is so focussed on the image of Tim and Dick and Kory that it doesn't feel like his hand.

"Good. The way you're angled, you can see Dick's dick." Little laugh there from both of them, which makes Kon feel the hand on his neck a little more. "He's still dressed, so you just rub your cheek against it, look up for permission or to see if he actually noticed."

His first thought is that of course you'd notice, but on second thoughts, Kon doesn't know if he'd notice a supernova if Tim was kissing him.

"You're not quite at the begging stage yet, but you know you're getting close. Robin and Nightwing are still kissing and you're kneeling there. Every now and then they press against you."

"Kory, Kory's got her hands on my shoulders. She's..."

"Holding you in place. She's leaning over telling you to watch, telling you that you need to see this, how pretty they are, how nicely their bodies move together. You can see how much they want this. Dick's got his hand on Robin's shoulder, like they've done this a thousand times before. You think they could have, because if there's one thing a Bat knows, it's how to keep secrets."

There's a pause, long enough for Kon to take his hand away from his wrist and check the phone's still on.

"Then you realise they're both looking at you. Robin takes his hand off your neck and just touches your face. So light Robin shouldn't even be able to feel it through the gloves, but he does. Kory pulls you up and gives a little shove so you're between them. What are you wearing?"

And the line is so classic Kon wants to laugh, but... "Jeans, T-shirt."

"...Really?"

"Boxers."

"Okay. Nightwing pulls off your T-shirt and strokes your chest, like he's testing the waters. Gets his hands down into your jeans. You following me?"

"Way ahead of you," and trying not to be too far ahead, because it doesn't seem like it'd take much."

"Nightwing's teasing you, playing with your cock, your nipples and you know why?"

Kon gasps a little, following instructions. "Bat-trained sadism?"

"You don't know to move back, try and get him to fuck you, move forwards and try and touch Robin. And Robin, he wants to move, but Nightwing's stopping him. Keeping him there so all he can do is look. He's testing his control."

But Robin was all about control, and almost all about the watching from the shadows. Kon could see him there, arms crossed and blank-faced and just waiting for Kon to do something worth a reaction. A little bit pissed at him and Nightwing

Nightwing bringing him close and keeping him there, until he loses patience and just grabs him with his TK. Tim looks almost surprised.

"You've got him, you and Nightwing, because he's there and hungry and Nightwing grabs him by the shoulders and just sort of looks. You know that smirk he has?"

Nightwing or Tim?

"Just daring Robin to prove himself. Robin gets to his knees."

Kon groans, loud enough that he's sure at least three of the tower's inhabitants heard him just then and two will be listening to it on a security cam later.

"Pretty, isn't he?" Amused, definitely amused. "You don't think he's been wanting this as long as you have, because there's no way he could have held out if he had. He's got his hands on your thighs for balance and he's looking up at you through the mask. And Nightwing just pushes you forward, letting you both know what you should be doing and robin just *licks*. Pushing it, pushing you, fingers digging into your thighs and licking you like a popsicle, all red tongue and open mouth. He's waiting for you to break down, but he gives first. Gets his hand round his own cock and starts jacking himself off, sucking you and..."

"Fuck!" Last image is as good as it is unbelieveable, Tim just wanting it so much he forgets to pay Kon back.

"Wait! You-- can you see Robin's expression, even with the mask?"

"Yes." Kon stops his hands, breaths deep and waits for it. The sad truth is, he's more used to Tim with the mask than without, and he's probably better than reading his expression than anyone outside of Gotham.

"Tell me." Note of command in that voice, like getting information out of some second-rate villain.

"It's hot, alright? He just looks hungry and desperate and..."

"Alive, the way you only are when you're body's working as hard as it can, feeling every square inch of flesh. He's pressed against you and you can feel every breath he takes." And the boy's voice s hungry now, just as desperate as the look on Robin's face. "Talk. You're-I can taste your hunger, taste Robin's hunger, even like this."

"Okay. I'm- I've pulled him up and got him turned around so we're watching Kory and Nightwing and they good, like you only really get to be when you really know someone, know how their body works and what it wants as well as you know your own." Kon misses that sometimes, like a whole other kind of lust. "And I've got him, got Tim-"

"Robin."

"And I really want to suck him off or fuck him or get fucked or something, but I'm just..."

"There's time for that later. Focus. You're wrapping his hand around his dick, putting your fingers in with his and he's showing you what he likes. He's breathing..."

"He's breathing hard, like after training or something and I'm, I'm telling him about the things we're going to do, what I'm going to do to him and he's going to do to me. And he wants it, all of it, and I'm..." Telling him that they're going know each other so well, better than Kory and Nightwing, know every inch of how they move and what they like, and what to do and it's kind of twisted, but he's pretty sure just the idea of having that *knowledge* will be as much a turn on for Tim as rest of it. Greedy little information freak.

"You've got him and he's looking at you. He wants to touch you, to do to you exactly what you're doing to him. So close, it feels like you and Robin are breathing each other's breath."

But he can't, Tim can't because Kon is holding him there. He needs this, needs to be able to touch Tim and figure out what he wants and if Tim touches him, that's it. No way he can hold on long enough to make Tim just give it up if Tim's touching him.

He's got his hands around his cock, Tim's cock, and he can feel ghost-fingers of Tim's hand and the boy is on the other end of the line, telling him how much Robin needs this, needs him, he's biting his lip to keep from begging and straining to get close to him, and just....

"You can't stop it. He's touching you the way you're touching him. He's practically crawling into your skin, and you can hear his heartbeat like..."

Like the way it sounds when Tim's in the middle of a fight, beating hard and fast. The sound is embedded into Kon's memory, used for a hundred private jerk-offs before this shared one.

"It's like nothing else, you and him and he's got his mouth open, so you go...'

Kon is coming and has enough thought left to be grateful he left it at an incorehent groan. Not good to name names when there was a good chance at least member of the heightened sense brigade would hear you.

"You're gone."

"Yeah," Kon says. There's quiet and the only sound he can hear is his breath and static on the line. He reaches for the tissues with his TK, cleans himself up a little and drops them in the trash. "Uh, thanks?"

"Welcome." The line is mostly clear. The static is minimal, less than the average call from outside earth or Kansas. Could be from either. The voice sounds human, American even, but that means less than nothing. "It's good to actually get through to someone."

"You-who are you anyway? You sound like you know the Fleidermaus Family pretty well."

The silence is long enough that Kon things the boy won't answer and is about to tell him it doesn't matter, exchanging names after phonesex is always awkward, when he finally speaks. "Jason. My name's Jason. I'm..." Jason hesitates. "I'm part of the family."

"That's not actually reassuring." Kon closes his eyes and feels drained. Tired in a way that could be good or bad. "I'm picturing you sharing this call over family meals. Or whatever the Batfamily does. Family surveillance."

"Don't. I don't think I could tell them even if I wanted to."

"Hey, are you OK?

Jason laughs. "No, but better than I've been in a while. Thanks for warming me up."

"Anytime. Seriously." Kon yawns.

"I've got to go." The static's back again, loud as ever. "Just te..." the line's fading taking Jason's voice with it. Kon has to strain to hear anything. "...lled,"

"Will do," he says and wonders if Jason heard it.



Jason Todd and any member of the Titans...

Have phone-sex.