Sigh, another one that didn't come out as I planned. Like seriously I have it all imagined in my head but writing it is so much freaking harder and it just doesn't go right and sounds rushed and crummy, like this one :(
But here goes. D is for Dick, let's see what our boys come up with...
Robin had never imagined this would actually work.
For starters, Slade was a villain, so the team would never approve. Secondly, Robin had doubted Slade was even into him like that. Thirdly, the difference in ages, although Robin couldn't pinpoint an exact number, was pretty big.
Which was why it was a surprise that Robin found himself lying on Slade's sofa, in his apartment, waiting for the man to get back so they could eat and have sex, and he could return to the tower.
The only reason Robin had decided to give it a shot was because he found out Slade had stopped an assassination of the president of his own free will, not because he was paid. He'd had a crush on the man – really, their personalities just kind of clicked – and boldly confronted him a few months ago. And here he was.
They'd had their ups and downs, namely Robin protesting against Slade's line of work and worrying because the team didn't know about it, but it was pretty good. Robin really liked him, despite his arrogance, and Slade had shown more than a little interest in the teen himself.
Just then, Robin heard the click of the front door opening and smiled. Heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway until they reached the living room door, and Robin glanced up at a tall, broad shouldered figure who was still wearing his armour, a small smile on his face as he watched the man unclip his mask to reveal an angled, rugged face complete with white hair and goatee and an eyepatch. They'd known each other's identities for a little while, now.
"Here already?" the man enquired as he disappeared again, to his (their?) bedroom, presumably to change into something more comfortable.
"Yep, the team decided I'd been working too hard recently by spending 'all that time cooped up in my room'..." he trailed off with a mischievous grin, and he could practically hear Slade smirking.
"Imagine what they'd say if they found out I'd been working you too hard, in my bedroom," he replied, but Robin winced.
"No thanks," he muttered. He knew it had been a joke, but sometimes the prospect was more amusing than others. Slade sighed as he walked back into the living room and arched his eyebrow at Robin.
"Does Chinese take-away sound good?" he asked as he walked past and Robin smiled.
"Yeah," he replied. He'd had nothing but pizza and Tamaranean dishes this past week, he needed something different, if not strictly speaking that much healthier...
Robin rolled off the sofa and followed him into the kitchen as he picked up the phone to order the takeout. Once he'd dialled the number, Robin grinned mischievously and sauntered up to his lover, placing his hands on his chest as the man started to talk.
Slowly, he dragged his hands down Slade's chest, then slyly flipped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Slade glanced at him sternly and he grinned, reaching into his trousers - the man was going commando, as usual – and gripped the slowly hardening mass of flesh with both hands, gently rubbing it, feeling the man tense under his teasing touch.
He was still talking on the phone, impatiently ordering the food for the third time, as apparently they were actually Chinese and didn't speak a great amount of English. Robin was not helping the situation, especially since he'd just pulled his trousers down to fist his cock properly.
Robin's lips met Slade's neck shortly thereafter, and the man finally finished on the phone. With a growl, he tugged the teen's trousers and underwear of in one, lifting the hero up as he plundered his desperately waiting lips.
Robin would never tire of this. He clung to the man with his thighs around his hips and his arms around his neck, feeling the mercenary's proud erection rub against his ass. He moaned as their kiss deepened and Slade carried him into the bedroom, tearing off their shirts quickly.
Their haste was unexplainable but mutual, and with the deliciously writhing teen below him, Slade couldn't wait to bury himself in that tight ass. Robin himself couldn't wait to be filled by that big cock, and so parted his legs like a broke whore, staring up at his lover with pleading, wide blue eyes. Slade couldn't contain himself and lathered himself quickly with nearby lube, before pushing into the hero with a grunt.
Robin moaned at the intrusion, and they soon found a rhythm. They both wanted the pleasure to last, but at the rate they were going, which was incredibly hard and fast, they both knew it wouldn't. Barely contained screams echoed through the room, and rare moans accompanied them from Slade, who was actually finding the pleasure overwhelming.
It was over all too soon and Robin came violently, his ass muscles clenching, milking the hot, throbbing cock within, pushing Slade to the point of no return, too. They lay in an exhausted heap for a few minutes and then Slade cursed as the doorbell rang – the takeout was here.
He pulled a dressing gown on and grabbed some money and his gun (as one could never be too careful), ignoring Robin's whines for him to come back to bed. Once he'd paid, Slade returned to the room and sat beside Robin, pulling his robe off.
Robin silently admired Slade's body as the man dished up. He was forever in awe of Slade's large muscles, and especially in awe of the large appendage hanging between his legs. He stared at the man's dick thoughtfully, struggling to sit up as he took the plate Slade offered him, his eyes still on the limp member.
"Did you want some?" Slade leered, and at first Robin thought he was referring to the noodles he was holding, but then he realised he'd been staring at the mercenary's cock a little too long. He blushed a little but chuckled, tucking into his food.
"Not right now, need to build up my energy," he grinned, and Slade laughed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just eating, and then a thought crossed Robin's mind.
He furrowed his brow. It definitely wasn't a pleasant thought, and he glanced between Slade's cock and his own with a frown. Slade caught onto his young lover's expression and sighed.
"What's wrong?" he said, and Robin, startled, glanced up.
"Nothing...nothing, I'm fine," he smiled, but Slade wasn't buying it.
"Robin," he said sternly, and the teen sighed.
"Okay, okay. So I'm sixteen, close to seventeen, so most of my growing will be over soon, right?" he asked, and Slade nodded.
"Yes," he replied, and Robin's frowned deepened, his eyes glancing back to the flaccid length between his own legs. Slade caught on quickly and sighed.
"Robin, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your cock size," he said patiently, as it was true, Slade couldn't find anything wrong with it. It wasn't like he was topping. "It's rather unfair to compare it to mine, because as categories go, mine would be under 'huge'-"
"There are catergories?!" Robin exclaimed, and Slade sighed again.
"I believe so, but Robin, yours is fine. Self doubt is not sexy. Drop it," the older male said firmly, and Robin sighed, leaning on Slade's shoulder for a bit of support, relieved that the man didn't mention it or push him away. He'd look tonight for those categories then decide for himself.
Later on, Slade was roused from his sleep by the sound of tapping. He opened his eye and glanced up, seeing the bright screen of a computer shining through the slightly-open door. The tapping was evidently coming from the keyboard and Slade guessed from Robin's absence that the teen was following up what they had discussed earlier.
Sighing, the man left his room and went into the living room, and sure enough, Robin was sitting at the computer, on a Yahoo answers site, looking up dick sizes. Even as he watched, the hero set a ruler down on the table where he'd measured his own.
Slade noted that Robin's hands were trembling ever so slightly as he closed the page, and he frowned, walking towards his young lover just as he got up. Robin turned around and their eyes met, and Slade startled as he saw the depth of worry in those beautiful blues.
"Robin-"
"I looked pretty much everywhere, Slade," the teen muttered in a dejected, gloomy voice, and Slade frowned as he realised he sounded much younger than he was. This wasn't the Robin he'd...grown attached to.
"They all say the same thing. Stupid fucking genes! Why do I have to be so fucking small?!" his voice went from sad to angry in a split second, but Slade wouldn't have the teen panicking.
"Robin." His voice was stern, demanding, assertive, and Robin's instinct was just to stop and listen, his hands still trembling as he stared at the man, eyes a little wider. "Robin, you are not the dominant in this relationship. Your cock does not need to be pushed up any part of my anatomy. It doesn't need to be big. It's perfectly fine."
The man's assertive growl seemed to make headway into the teen's flustered and clouded mind, and Robin frowned. He had always been sensitive about his height, and now knowing the rest of his growth was...restricted in the same way, he realised that he was worried. He didn't want to be small, damnit! And something Slade had said didn't quite add up...
"Yes," he replied as he stood in front of the man. "But what if I want to top with someone else? You and I can't last forever Slade. Sooner or later, you'll get annoyed with my hero antics, or I'll get annoyed with your...work, or the guilt of it all will consume me...this can't last Slade, and when it crumbles, I might want to be with someone else and top them. What then? Or, what if I find someone else – top or bottom – and they reject me because I'm too fucking small? What then?!"
Robin was becoming borderline hysterical and Slade was becoming more and more irritated.
"Robin," he growled, and the teen yelped as the man lifted him up, carried him into the bedroom and dropped him onto to the bed, pinning him down, his steely eye glaring into Robins' big blue ones. "Who are you going to find that knows both of your identities and doesn't take advantage? Who don't be in danger knowing who you are? Can you imagine being with anyone else who knows? Look at me now and tell me you can think of someone else,"
"But...my friends..." Robin argued weakly. "You're a..."
"Tell me."
"...I...I can't think of anyone...but Slade, you're a villain-"
"I'm a mercenary. They are two different things. I do hero work too."
"But-"
Slade, enough of this, kissed Robin assertively and roughly with a growl, and Robin made a little mewling sound as he submitted to the man, just as he pulled away from the bruising, aggressive kiss.
"We'll talk about this some other time, Robin. For now, you're perfectly fine and I'm going to give this-" he tugged briefly and erotically at the teen's cock – "some well deserved attention."
"You're a dick," growled Robin, but soon stopped complaining when the man got to work. In fact, the man could be pretty nice, he supposed...
The idea was that I explored the concept that:
a) Robin isn't happy with his size
b) Robin is worried about not telling his friends
c) Slade is fluffier and more comforting
Let me know what you thought. Criticisms are as highly valued as praise :)
