I was up late on a Saturday evening; the rest of the Titans were out, enjoying their youth while they could. I declined their offer to go out and party, as I wanted at least someone left at Titan Tower to observe the city at night. Plus, I had some of my own personal work cut out for me. Slade, the fucker, was running rampant as per usual, and I couldn't let him slip through my grasp again. The rest of the Titans had made me calm down a little, and lately I wasn't as obsessed in finding him.
Of course, there was one certain Titan who had been given me extra relief from all the stress pent up inside.
I blushed, even I, as I sat at my desk, my gloved hands cupping my mask ridden face.
My communicator started to beep then. I was getting a call.
I flipped open the screen, my eyes widening at the small screen. Of all people, why him?
"Yo Robbie. 'S been a while." So Speedy thought it funny to make sport of my superhero name? What a fuck!
"Roy... it's good to see you too." I could see him scowl on the other side. I tried my best and succeeded in not smiling back.
He then sighed, scratching the back of his head before continuing, "The rest of your squad out too? The rest of Titans East just ditched me."
"... Y-Yeah." I bit my lower lip. Somehow, I had a feeling of what Speedy was just going to propose.
"We should meet up at the regular. I've been missing you."
The greater half of my scarlet face was covered up with the mask, thank God, but it was still barely visible. "Shaddup. I'll be over in a few." I hung up just as he had started to laugh. I cupped my face in my hands once more, trying to shake myself out of the haze he had put me in.
~:L~
"Shit Rob; it doesn't feel like your comforting me." Speedy said through gritting teeth, his hands tugging my hair lightly. He was sitting there, clad in only a mask, on the bed, whilst I was on my knees, head in between his legs. My mouth was wrapped around him now, my head bobbing up and down, suckling on his own joint, really creating a mess with all the drool leaking from my lips. It wasn't like I was enjoying this or anything. It was just hard to work with a big dick in your mouth. And I didn't really like hearing him complain about it.
"Idiot!" I exclaimed embarrassingly, taking his length in my bare hand, stroking it with vigor. "If you don't like it, find someone else!" It even hurt me to say that... but if Roy didn't like what I was doing with him, couldn't he just go find another sex friend?
"But I don't have another friend as good as you." Retorted he sweetly, softly, making my scarlet stained cheeks even redder. He then pulled me up on his lap, and slowly went in for a kiss. I whipped my face around, just in time for him to miss my lips, and catch my cheek instead. His expression grew a little frustrated as he instead pushed me back onto the bed, his body grazing mine on top.
I looked at his body through the mask, his toned, but slim masculinity smoldered my will to resist. I let him kiss down my neck and toy with my earlobe and nipples. I couldn't say no, especially when he rubbed his cock against mine, before taking them both into his hand to stroke them simultaneously.
"You're wet down here... I bet you're suffering, huh? Let me help you with that." I hated when he talked dirty, though my body seemed to enjoy it.
"It wouldn't b-be like this if y-youu didn't... nghm..." I trembled under his curious, mocking grin. He licked around my lips before asking, "Did what?"
"Ooooh!" My slender outline floundered, my head swam with the friction his hand caused, while his tongue entered my parted lips.
A free hand grazed up my side almost nonchalantly, feeling up my own slim waist, my body that lacked in comparison to his vibrating from the pleasure he gave me. I whimpered softly, my hips lifting up to meet his, my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into the lower part of his back, begging him to get rougher with his thrusts up against me.
His other hand was in my hair now, I gasped as he yanked my hair upward, forcing me into a passionately hard kiss. I didn't exactly melt at the feeling, but that was to say, I didn't not like it either. Then, he started with my mask, trying to take it off.
"S-Stop it Rooyy!" My hands pulled away at his, denying the removal of my mask. He cursed, and squeezed my sobbing hardness extra tightly. I cried out in a melting pot of pleasure and plain, and he growled something into the skin of my neck as he bit it, which to this day was still incomprehensible to me.
After I couldn't take it any longer, his touches, kisses, and bites all driving me towards the end, I came within his hand, against both our chests. He followed suit, his convulsing body eventually collapsing on top of mine. It took a few seconds to collect myself after such a thing; it was tiring, exhausting; but it sure as hell beat doing it alone.
A few moments later, and I grew weary of the weight on top of me. I squirmed silently, then with a soft grunt heaved him off of me to the side. I then stood up, knees a little wobbly from the mind-blowing orgasm that had just taken place. Speedy tiredly laid on his side, hand supporting his face while another was on his hips.
He saw me start to get dressed and commented, "Leaving already? Don't you want to shower?"
Things like lingering after love making, kissing, breakfast on the morning after... I'd rather not fall into that trap. "No... I'm good." I had cleaned myself up with a few tissues, before I started to put my spandex on.
He smiled at me dreamily then, I could see it from the corner of my eye. My heart skipped a beat. "Kay... thanks again, Dick." The sweetness his tone gave off as he said my name nearly made my heart soften, made me want to stay longer. I had to leave soon, before I did such.
I walked outside in the dark, hands in my uniform's pockets. It was cold, and my heavy breathing was evident before my face. I was still a little worked up, and remembrances of his manner during sex was making me even worse. How could he be so cool and calm, sexy, and gentle... is he trying to make me fall in love with him or what?
We're sex friends; that's all, nothing more. Time and time again I've tried to convince myself that we'd never develop a deeper relationship, but there was always that little peace of me that was still fighting, still wanted to hope for something more.
The streets were lit up as I mounted my bike. I slid my helmet on and revved up the engine, backing it up out of the back alley that was only a block and a half from the hotel in which we met. Our 'regular place' was nothing more than a hotel for couples, halfway from the original Titan's tower, and Titan East headquarters. We met there to 'relieve stress', or for 'comfort'. Every single time I met him there, I fell more in love, and farther away from my duties in saving Gotham. At times I even distanced myself from the other Titans, and even spaced out during important missions. But how could I explain to them that my feelings were getting in the way of work? Especially when those feelings were for another boy?
I sped up on the motorcycle now, passing cars as if I were on a high speed chase. I wanted to get home before the others realized I was gone, and I wanted to get that damned Roy out of my head.
My communicator beeped. I activated the headset in my helmet to answer the call.
"Robin here, what's the situation?" I answered hastily, getting the reading that Cyborg had contacted me.
"You know the hot hook-up we were at?" I guessed he was talking about the party that I had been invited to, but declined. "Yeah, the party?"
"Well, an old friend's dropped by too. We need back up." There were a few crashes, screams, to be heard in the back round.
"I'm on my way." I said, speeding up towards my destination, Cyborg sending me his location.
"...? What are you doing clear across town?" Cyborg asked me through the headphones, to which I blushed, thankful that I hadn't switched on the camera.
"I was doing some digging up, I'll explain later." I wondered silently if Cyborg had in turn placed a lie detector in the headset. Probably.
"Right. Whatever it was, just get your booty down here. He's-" Static, to the point where I could barely comprehend him issued throughout the headset.
"Cyborg? Cyborg?" I called out, my voice cracking only in pure concern for my fellow Titans. I raced against time then on the free way, dodging cars as I went.
Surprisingly, it didn't turn out as bad as Robin thought. It was only Mad Mod, coming to discipline some 'naughty' teenagers, and only ended up hypnotizing a few, which were soon snapped out of it from professionals. The only thing that had taken any damage was the house, to which the kid who's parents owned the place, was mad about. He complained how his parents were coming home tomorrow, that there was no way to clean it all up, and that the Titans should take responsibility.
After dealing with the kid, and handing Mad Mod into the police, they ventured on home, silently.
"Cyborg said you were ways away from the Tower. Where'd you go?" Raven asked, in a bad mood more than usual. She had been hypnotized, and to do some pretty weird stuff too.
"I was doing some business with Speedy." My tone was clear, unshaken; though I hated lying to my friends.
"Ah, the same Speedy of our Titans East?" Starfire cheerfully asked, only happy to see Robin again.
"Y-Yeah. Good ol' Speedy." I held in a sigh, as they walked in through the entrance.
"We didn't interrupt you, or anything?" Inquired Cyborg, eyebrow raised.
"Not in the least. I'll explain the details tomorrow; right now, I'm sure we're all tired and need some rest. Good job tonight, guys. Sorry I wasn't there to help." I left them alone to discuss amongst themselves.
I entered my room, exhausted from both the ride over here, and from having sex not too long ago. If I tried hard enough, I could still feel Speedy's warmth around me as he held me. Now free to sigh, I so. I rolled over on my back and kicked off my boots, too tired to take off the rest of my clothing. Then, my communicator bleeped, telling me of a message I had just received. I moaned angrily, picking it up to see what it was, and who it was sent from.
'You forgot your utility belt, sexy. I'll come drop it off tomorrow. XOXO, Speedy'
I was determined, as I was embarrassed, to get rid of the text message as soon as it came. But I faltered a bit, and ended up saving it like an ignorant school girl, who had weird quirks because of her crush.
I decided not to reply, as I didn't think it important to. I let the communicator drop to the floor of my spotless bedroom, before burying his face in the pillow, and trying to lull himself into sleep.