Title: Gonna forget that just happened Fandom: DCU (Nightwing: Year One) Spoilers: Characterization and setting come from Nightwing #105. None for the larger timeline, as this is quite in the past. Disclaimer: They belong to DC Comics, not to me. Rating: Teenagers doing adult-type things Summary: Prop read Nightwing #105 and needed an interstitial scene about Dick and Jason. As I had just read it myself, I sympathized. When Dick catches up to him, it's not a big deal to take out the not-Robin. The cocky little bastard may be learning, and he may know Dick's name, but he doesn't know everything yet. It takes a quick sweep to distract him, a grab, and it's all too easy to pin his wrists at his sides. "Hey!" he says, wriggling. "I'm gonna get you. I'll take you down." It's too weird to see the Robin suit on someone else. Dick just shakes his head. Not like looking in a mirror. Not at all. "No, you won't." The kid lurches out of his grip and falls against Dick's chest -- nuzzling him. There's something wrong with this costume design. Too much neck exposed to soft lips and -- damn, sharp teeth. Dick pushes him away. "What the hell, kid?" That grin has absolutely nothing to do with Robin at all. So wrong. "Aw, c'mon, Dick," drawing out his name. "You know how great this dumb suit is for showing off what you've got." And it is. And the kid has really nice shoulders, for whatever age he is, and arms like a boxer. And those legs. But this isn't about sex. Not even when the kid starts trying to mouth his neck again. "What about the gauntlet?" Dick asks. He shrugs. "Fuck the gauntlet." Robin wouldn't say that. "I figure all I have to do is get the better of you -- somehow --" and his hand is cupping Dick through his tights, and Robin wouldn't do that either, except this one does, and is. His eyes practically twinkle through the mask's lenses. Dick pushes his hand away. "Cut it out." "Yeah, right, like I can't tell you want me." He poses for a second, showing off the effects of not enough training -- and it's pretty. It really is. And deadly. "We have work to do," Dick says, and grits his teeth, and pushes the kid's hand away again. "Do I have to tie you up to make you stop?" It makes his grin wider, dirtier. "This is a thing with you guys, isn't it." "What?" And now -- damn it -- the kid's got Dick's hands, and his grip's pretty damn strong, and he's kissing Dick. Again. Maybe it would be better to just give in to that hot mouth, warm and wet and not, not, not Robin. Dick kisses him back and the kid chuckles, gropes him again. Two can play at that game, and nobody on the planet knows how to get into the Robin suit faster than Dick. "Oh, shit," the kid says against his mouth -- not Robin. Should find out his name. "You're not gonna --" He shoves his hand down Dick's tights and groans. "Sure I am," Dick says in his ear and bites his earlobe. "Come on -- Robin." A lie, but if it works -- The kid's shivering, pushing into his hand and squeezing him too hard. "Oh, fuck -- no --" He kisses Dick again, desperate for some kind of advantage, and groans into his mouth. "No --" and he comes all over Dick's chest. "Oh, shit." Dick's not sure whether to feel triumphant or just sticky right now, plus he's also hard as hell. "You okay?" he asks, not sure what he's going to do if the answer's no. The kid -- not Robin, especially not with his face all flushed and his shorts open -- gets his focus back, though, and gets a better grip on Dick's cock. "You're an asshole, you know that, Dick?" he say, his smile bright and edged. Dick would laugh if he could breathe, but he can't, so he shakes his head instead. Wherever this kid came from, he's got experience jerking other guys off, which is disturbing. And not Robin. "I've -- heard it said." "You only won the first round," the kid says, and drops to his knees. It's got to hurt, without anything to protect him from the rough concrete. And he's too good at this, too. Dick can balance, but only just, and every flick of not-Robin's tongue is making it harder. No one should be able to make him this crazy, this fast. It's something about the red yellow green not-him-not-Robin and the kid's dark curls and his swollen, swollen lips. "I'm gonna come," Dick says, and the kid gets up and jerks him with a wet palm two, three times. Dick doesn't fall over, ever, but he comes really damn close to falling down when he comes. "My point," not-Robin says, and he jumps off the roof before Dick can even see straight. Now Dick's going to have to catch him again, and his knees are wobbly. Also, he's all sticky, and he smells like he just got laid. No time to fix it, yet. The kid's got to have a cleanup kit in that belt. All he has to do is catch him again. He dives off the roof, chasing the flash of yellow through the streets.
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