Name: Picture Watching

Auther Wannabequeenbe

Rating: R

Author Notes: NSFW! Not X but definitely R at the end: to quote another writer "I drabbled on everything". Inspirde by these pics 1 and 2

This gave new meaning to the term lambs to a slaughter. Tim Drake hated clubs on the best nights but on a Saturday night, in a gay club, dressed to be bait for a serial rapist was beyond his limit. Tim had, had his ass grabbed more times than he could count. But the point was out and he was literally the perfect bait. He matched all the other victims, claimed to be a virgin, to the guys that had hit on him. He had black hair and blue eyes, he was a college student at Gotham University, well known, he'd even wore a white t-shirt that hugged his body and Jeans that hugged his ass. Tim bounced for a couple of more song and almost missed the beep that let him know it was time to leave.

Tim walked quietly down the road; this was the most dangerous part to Tim. Leading the rapist to a safe house that Tim had set up for the sting. Anyone else had would have missed the steps behind him, but Tim wasn't anyone. He was the Batman's former protégé, the current Red Robin and had a partner on this sting that would always have his back. "I've got company," Tim muttered. The chirp in his ear let him know his partner copied him

The apartment was one of his dummy apartments, and by his he meant Alvin Drapper; his cover name for stings like this. Tim opened the door but purposely failed to lock it behind him. He stripped heading towards the shower. He could hear a groan in his ear, he turned on the water and stepped in the shower and began lathering his hair with soap. Another groan and a deep voiced whispered in his ear, "I never get tired of watching you work." Tim let a small chuckle escape his lips.

Jason Todd had many titles, Red Hood, Leader of the Outlaws, fallen Robin, but the one that mattered to Tim was lover, specifically his. "I could watch this show all night." Jason muttered. "Heads up I've got company" Tim whispered. "Yeah and I've got a gun pointed at the back of his head." Jason's voice was no longer in just his ear. Opening the cover Tim found his teal eyed lover holding his would be rapist at gun point. "Might want to call the police Mr. Draper while I tie this guy up," Jason said his red hood in place and gleaming in the light of the bath.

Later that night when the Gotham PD had picked up the guy and Jason had left before the PD had got there. Tim pulled out s shirt to sleep in, he grinned seeing the one he had pulled. It was a deep red one that belong to Jason big enough that it hung just above his thighs. He laid back on the bed and sighed. He thought back over the night, the more he thought about it the more he could feel his tempature rise with something that had little to do with the heat. Tim didn't realize that at some point he had begun rubbing his inner thighs together to ease the need for friction in his lower region. Tim could escape the moan that broke free when his hand ghosted over the t-shirt cover erection as he thought of Jason watching him, in the club, in the shower, all the dirty things he had said throughout the night.

Tim heard the window open and the soft footsteps as Jason made his way toward the bedroom. The door opened to allow Jason watch was Tim slipped his hand up the hem of the shirt and grasp his dick. Tim could see Jason's smirk. "Can I play?" Jason asked his voice sounding like whiskey. Tim looked at Jason, in full hood gear with the exception of his helmet and domino mask. Tim could see the fire in Jason's teal eyes. With an equally husky voice Tim said, "You can watch."