“They’re just using you, can’t you see that??”
“I consider it more of a…mutually beneficial agreement”
“What do you mean?”
“They only required that I capture the girl.”
“Then, why di….no…that’s not- you can’t do this.”
Let’s see if I can still write anything not involving Jason.
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Tim’s back is slammed to the wall, wrists throbbing. He can taste a mixture of blood and sweat on his split lip and there are a myriad of bruises forming under the kevlar of his armor.
Tim stares up, eyes wide, at the Kryptonian teen pressing his hands above his head. His elbows bend almost painfully at the angle they’re being pinned.
The other teen’s eyes are glowing red and his mouth is set in a firm line.
Tim struggles to breath against the press of an aura over his mouth and nose.
He gasps out, voice desperate to even his own ears, “They’re just using you, can’t you see that??”
The Kryptonian’s hands flex over his wrists, uncomfortable but not painful (not yet).
He seems to ponder his words before responding.
“I consider it more of a…mutually beneficial agreement.” Tim’s heart picks up its already frantic pace and he can feel all his muscles tense. He doesn’t know why. He has a bad feeling that the’s about to find out, though. He licks his lip, feels a sting from a cut and tastes the tang of blood.
The Kryptonian’s red eyes follow the motion.
“What do you mean?” There’s a sinking feeling worming its way down this throat and through his chest…
“They only required that I capture the girl.”
…quickly settling low in his stomach.
“Then, why di….no…that’s not- you can’t do this.”
Realization is quick to follow.
The aura presses on him, causing him to arch his back off the wall. Tim can feel the blush sliding across his face.
And not for the first time does he wish he still had his cape (although it would be useless in this situation) to block his body from view. The Kryptonian’s eyes slide over him, possessive and pleased. He looms over Tim, eyes burning and an expression of smug triumph paints itself on his features.
Tim tries to curl up but the aura forces him to stay straight. Tim swallows, mind scattering in five-hundred (or more, most likely more) directions (and none of them helpful to this situation).
The other teen’s hand slides up his side, his chest, his neck. Settling, thumb pressing over his Adam’s apple and fingers sliding through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Tim can see his terrified reflection in the other’s dimming red eyes. Those eyes fade from heated red to burning blue. It’s not much of an improvement (but at least he isn’t under threat of being fried).
His body is completely surrounded in either aura or alien muscle and it’s not entirely an unpleasant feeling.
If he were Dick or Jason or even Damian he’d probably have a witty comeback but as it is he’s struggling to remember to breathe.
He never really did get over his whole personal space issues.
“So what is your name, birdboy?” The other teen’s voice is low and he slides his mouth over Tim’s, lips barely brushing.
Tim’s face feels like it’s on fire.
“Um.”
“Or should I just settle with calling you my bird?” He punctuates his question with a harsh nip on Tim’s bleeding lip.
Tim is startled by the sharp squeak that bursts past his lips.
The other teen smirks before kissing him.
If Tim was anyone else from back home he’d have probably responded better. As it is he pretty much spazzed and bit down (as hard as possible).
The Kryptonian withdraws, licks his lip. Smirks.
“You can call me Kon.”
O-Oh
Oh my.
This just rubbed me in all the right directions. Heart, holy CRAP fffffff
This was so INTENSE, and powerful. God you write a fantastic evil Kon. That last line just sent shiverssss.
An Tim, so friggin’ cute. And far more like the Tim we know and love than how he’s being portrayed currently. Also JFC you write fast.
I love it so much…I kinda want to nag for more….>___>
An I’m sorry this is such a short comment, i’ve refreshed the page 3 times with this banjaxed keyboard. But suffice to say - AMAZING
love it love it love it.
you’re awesome!
Thank for coming to the livestream! You guys are too nice, I hope you like some nurse Tim ♥
HRNGGGGG, Tim does not skimp on any details
Nor does Rolic, HOLY CRAP
I think that is ALL that is running thru my brain right now, that, and white noise.
The sheer stokings, the suspenders, the bg.
Better and better!
I love the perspective on this pictureeee OMG, I just spotted the nail polish mmmmm Tim you are a sexy beast when you try. AMAZING WORK
“Get off, DAD!”
“why? So you can go annoy everyone?”
This just….ffffff that little chubby face
Im so curious as to what happened to illicit that reaction form little Jack, he looks like he’s about ot defend his daddy’s honour and it’s goign to be the cutest moment in the history of moments.
Their expressions are fantastic and i really love how Tim looks in this, a little older, so proper, the art is just beautiful!
Savi you are amazing
And then Myung wanted Prefect Dick and Delinquent Jason.
Jason’s been caught smoking in the toilets and now Dick must punish him.
Only it’s not quite going to plan.
XDXD Dick is not so good at punishing. Jason however is very good at turning the tables. Love their expressions!
I like where this is going. ;)
See now you made me think about where this is going. I kind of imagine Jason letting the cigarette drop and the hand behind Dick’s head curling round the back of his neck and pushing him, kissing Dick, smoke and all and Dick being all
O____O *choke* THERE IS A LIT CIGARETTE ON ME!!! and scrabbling against Jason
Burnt fingers, singed shirt, smug jason
‘Whose uniform is breaking regulation NOW Grayson?’
Things just got more fun
Oh God I can’t help myself, I had to write this… I know nothing of Glee so I’m just going to pretend this private school has similar uniforms. UHG, I’m so sorry Julie »;;;;
***
The click of his shoes echoes the otherwise empty hallway. Classes are in session. He hears muffled lectures and less than enthused answers to questions no one feels like volunteering for. Dick straightens his tie and clears his throat as he heads for the student council offices… but not before sneaking a peek into room 208.
He catches sight of Tim sitting in the front row, eagerly replying to a question on modern American technology. This earns him praise from the pretty young woman at the front of the room. Miss Gordon… Dick sighs already feeling that stupid grin tug at his face before he can help himself. Only a student teacher… only about 4 years older than him, but God she was gorgeous. Probably the only teacher in this school who he ever deliberately tried to butt heads with. Her verbal smack downs were totally worth it.
The sound of boots stomping through the hallway alerts him.
Dick whips his head around to see the guy’s bathroom door slam, a tall underclassman ducking inside. He resists the urge to groan as he immediately recognizes who that was.
Sexy student teachers and student council duties could wait. This was Jason. If he wasn’t in class, he was up to no good.
He opens the door and peeks in. Blinks.
Jason’s not there.
Frowning, Dick walks over to the first stall-
And is slammed from behind through the door and whirled around. When Jason grins, it’s more of a leer.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t the mighty Mr. President. Poking his brown nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Jason,” Dick scowls. “What are you doing out of class?”
“Dumb question. A better one would be, what are you doing out of study hall, Mr. Big-shot?” Jason’s smirks widens. “Besides checkin’ out Gordon’s tits?”
“Shut up,” Dick growls shoving Jason off and adjusting his jacket. “Unlike you, I have responsibilities to this school. That requires a lot of my free time so before I leave, I’ll ask you again. What are you doing here Jason?”
“Ask stupid questions and expect stupid answers, punk,” Jason rolls his eyes, hands digging into the pockets of his pants and pulling out-
Dick chokes. “What the heck are those?”
Jason pauses as his lifts the lighter to the cigarette in his mouth. “I call ‘em “relaxadents”. Take one every hour on the hour. Doc’s orders.”
“Smoking on school property?” Dick glares as Jason lights up and takes a long drag, then exhales into his face. Dick coughs.
“Yeah?” Jason shrugs, smirk returning as he leans into Dick’s personal space. “Who’s gonna stop me, golden boy?”
Dick’s hand clench. “Dad’s going to kill you, you know.”
“Brucie can go suck my dick,” Jason chuckles at his own stupid joke.
“You won’t be laughing when I report you.”
Jason bares his teeth in a tight smile. “For what now? Smoking underage on campus?”
“That and for failure to follow the dress code.”
They stare at each other for a moment. Finally Jason barks out a laugh. “You gotta be shitting me? Telling the big old bat that his failure son forgot to button his shirt up all the way?”
Dick bites his cheek. “It look sloppy…”
Jason stops laughing and gets into his face again. Dick stumbles back and onto the toilet of the stall. It’s too close in here… Jay’s too close-
“You don’t like sloppy guys, Dickie-bird?” Jayson breaths, hand reaching down to tug at his tie, stroking the fabric between rough fingers. He smells like tobacco and- something. Something unique. Dangerous.
Dick swallows. This little game is getting too freaky now, he’s not going to play it. He’s going to get out, call Bruce, and head back to the student council office-
Right after Jason stops kissing him.
Dick freezes. Jason, his younger brother (granted they aren’t actually related but still!) is kissing him in the school bathroom, pulling his hair, yanking his neck back and shoving his tongue into his mouth and Dick is coughing into it because of the smoke-
Smoke… Cigarettes. Wait when did he-
He feels his skin burn and yelps, shoving Jason off hard and brushing himself down frantically, the butt falling to the floor, ash hot on his fingertips and shoulder. Panting, Dick eyes the hole in his uniform then grits his teeth.
Jason is back on his feet already, grinning down at him with nothing but smug self-satisfaction from getting the better of his older brother.
“Whose uniform is breaking regulation now, Grayson?”
“You… Son of a bi-“
“Ah ah ah,” Jason tuts at him, pocketing the pack of smokes before sighing. “Language, Dickie-bird. Wouldn’t want the wittle fweashmen to hear their idol cursing so.”
With a final salute Jason heads for the door and calls over his shoulder. “And go ahead and tell Brucie what we’ve been up to. Sure he’ll get a kick of hearing his favorite son got owned by the black sheep of this institution.”
The door slams once more and Dick slowly pushes himself up from the stall. He stares at his reflection, peers down at his burnt shoulder, his ruined jacket, his ruffled attire, and leans heavily over one of the sinks.
The bell rings.
***
O….
M….
G….
What is this??!
I don’t even?!?!
*fans self*
Holy crap ame, holy CRAP.
This was so hot and ffffff YUM
God I loved the dialogue, Jason was so caustic and Dick, every inch the perfect prefect. MMMMMM
Loved it! Everyone should read it. Right now.
