A/N: This is for higashisaru, for the "Mean Challenge" on Deviant Art. She wished for a situation, and this is what I came up with… I'll let you know what she wanted in the bottom A/N…

AAANYWAY:

Freestanding story

Lots of smut

No warnings, this is not too dark OR too fluffy, I think… only ONE thing, though: It's written in first person, something I've only done once before, so I'm sorry if I'm not very good at it… I HOPE it's good, though, because it was amazing to write… which is why I've been neglecting other stories to write it… hmm… bad me. Well, I have one free day left, so…

Just For Me

Where do I begin…? To tell the story of how great a love can be… The sweet love story that is older than the sea- Oh, forget it, I was just being silly… this isn't a love story, really, you see… although… But let's start at the beginning… When I was fourteen, I, admittedly a bit late perhaps, realized that of the two red-headed Titans, I preferred Speedy, not Starfire. And not to play basketball with, you know… well… not only… It's nice to play with people who understand the rules, after all.

No matter. I kept the fact that I rather liked to jump a guy's bones to myself for quite some time, and didn't even fall victim to Speedy when he started to flirt with me, something that is, judging by the notches on his bedpost, incredibly hard to do. I'm proud of myself. However, I didn't really understand it, because Speedy is not bad, he's actually hot, and fun, and… well, I was just wondering what was wrong with me, and fully prepared to become one of those notches, when it hit me: I didn't fall for Speedy, because I already had a crush on someone else. On Slade.

Oh, come on, can you blame me? That build, that voice, that all over I-can-pin-you-to-a-wall-and-fuck-you-senseless-and-you'll-love-it attitude of his? One problem though; he doesn't have a clue.

I can hear you objecting, pointing out those things he has said to me over the years, like "it was all about me" and stuff like that… the way he spoke to me… but no. It is just the way he is. That damn man can purr at practically anyone, the big slut. He makes the girl taking the orders at the drive-through change her panties after he leaves. And that's just when he's having a standard order. Trust me. I've been there. Not that I'm a stalker or anything, I just happen to know that he likes to treat himself to fast food on Fridays.

I'd be very happy to be his meal….

As I said in the beginning, it's not really love… it's more of… me wanting him. Badly. On top of me. Naked. With his- well, you get the picture.

Three small problems, though… I'm a guy, I'm a hero, and I'm a guy. Yes, that's only two things, really, but the male thing just counts twice, because it's kind of a big deal… because Slade is not gay. Well, he's not openly gay, anyway, but I keep hoping he can be a bit. For me.

I've seen him with women, though… well, not with women, oh, no, but he goes out sometimes, in regular clothes of course, and he has noooo trouble hooking up, the bastard. I might have cock-blocked him a few times… not that I'm feeling guilty. He's better off without those skanks… I usually set off alarms so the police turns up, or the sprinklers in the bar go off… although that one backfired on me, because Slade in a wet shirt… oh, dear god… which was what the woman thought as well…

Once I also stole his car… it was a Jag, and his 'date' was not impressed when it was gone… she thought he was some bluffing loser, and I snickered for hours after that…

Jealous? Me? Shut up.

I've not only played defense though! I've been on the offence too, but, you know, hanging around Slade usually gets me beaten up. He's just not much for getting interrupted when he works and he seems unable to comprehend the words 'wanna talk?'

Yes, I'm one of those losers stuck in an abusive relationship… And I would be okay with that if it included a sex-life…

So, it's Friday. Slade will, probably, soon come out of the door not far from me and head towards his car to go to the drive-through. Although he won't go, because I'm sitting on the hood of his car. Damn, I hope he won't go… It's not the jag, though, it's a four-door sedan, a boring, nondescript car he uses for everyday things… plus you can fit a lot of boxes with slade-bot parts in the back, I'm sure.

Anyway, Slade knows that I know what he looks like; I managed to remove his mask while fighting him about a month ago, and I think that he's surprised that I haven't blabbed. I knew what he looked like before that, though… you can't hide anything from an enamored detective…

The door opens and suddenly I'm eye to eye with my secret crush.

"Robin?"

He sounds surprised, but not angry, at least not yet.

"Hi, Slade… dinner?" I say invitingly, holding up a large brown paper bag. "A Big Mac meal and a coke?"

"Have you been spying on me?" the man asks, and he looks tenser now. Crap.

"Ummm… a little?" I admit, trying to look unthreatening. I scoot up a bit further on the hood, though, just in case.

"What is this about, boy?" his voice finally flicks over to a growl, and I'm in trouble.

"I just want to talk for a bit! This is a peace offering!" I say, waving the bag around a bit more. He tilts his head to the side slightly, and my heart beats a bit harder. He's like a wild animal, a stallion, trying to figure out if I'm a threat or not. Mmm… Slade the stallion…. I blink and refocus. It's dangerous to daydream around this man, and I've already gotten enough bruises to prove that. Besides… "And I'm not a boy!"

"Really? There's something unexpected under that tunic?" he leers, and I almost invite him to see for himself.

"No, I-!" I take a deep breath, and open the bag. I bought food for both of us, and I place it out on the hood in front of me. "I meant to say that I'm not a boy." I glare at Slade as I can see he's about to say something. "I might be young, but I'm not a boy."

"Fine. That still doesn't explain why you are bothering me," the man mutters, and I can't help but celebrate a bit on the inside. I've never gotten this far before! Showing up like this, with him in civilian clothes, must have surprised him enough not to react like he usually does… with an attack…

"I told you, I just want to talk."

"Please don't tell me that you are a born-again Christian, wanting to spread the good word?" he almost groans. It makes me laugh, and I can see the surprise in his eye. Well… maybe I don't laugh a lot… not around him, anyway…

"No, I'm not… and I'm not even going to tell you to give up your criminal activities…" I tell him generously… that, after all, is for a bit down the road… I'm more interested in sleeping with him first. Does that make me a bad person?

"Really?" He doesn't trust me, and I don't blame him. I grab a hamburger, and gesture to the other.

"Really. Aren't you going to eat before it gets cold?"

"I expect it's drugged," he sneers.

"No! Look, I can take the other one, and you can have this!" I offer.

"Which you probably planned the whole time…" he snorts.

"Now you are just being difficult! I'll take a bite out of both then, if it makes you happy!" I growl back. I didn't mean to lose my temper with him, but damn he makes having a romantic dinner together fucking impossible.

"It would be quite easy to mark a segment of the burger where it's safe to bite…" he says thoughtfully.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"How about I just close my eyes, open my mouth, and you can feed me any meat you'd like?" I say, somewhat suggestively. No one would be able to miss something like this, and I try not to blush for being so bold.

Slade misses it, though.

"I'm not hungry. Go away, Robin."

I want to grab the man, shake him and scream in his face, but, again, I try to control myself. I have, after all, an ace up my sleeve.

"So, you don't want to talk to me?"

"How did you figure that out?" he asks dryly.

"Not even about programmable oscillators?" I ask sweetly.

That makes him interested.

"Ah, so that was what you were after. Sorry to disappoint you, Robin, but Red X beat me to it. He stole it last night, not me."

The thing we are talking about is a very well kept secret developed by Wayne Industries here in Jump. Programmable oscillators are nothing new, but the range this has is.

I chuckle a bit, dangerously close to a giggle, and Slade gives me another strange look.

"Well… no he didn't," I tell him. "For once in his life he actually is innocent… I happen to have an extra suit."

I absolutely love the look on his face, and especially when the surprise passes, because then he looks at me differently… he's focused. Interested. Maybe not the way I want him to be, but at least I have his full attention… that's nice.

"Robin, Robin, Robin… have you been bad?" he smirks, making my whole body tingle.

"Yes… very, very bad…" I answer huskily, with a bit of a leer.

"And did you bring it for me?"

I feel a small wave of disappointment, although I knew to expect this.

"No… It's safe. For now."

"So you're willing to give it to me? In exchange for what?" he asks.

A night with you… I nearly say, but, of course, I can't. I need a good reason, and of course I've already come up with one. I did plan this, after all.

"I'm going to be honest with you," I lie. "I won't try to talk you out of being a criminal, but I've read up on you, Slade. You were in the military, an adventurer, perhaps, but that's not a crime. I figured that if I could get to know you, just a little, I might be able to help others like you, before it's too late."

"How noble of you," the man chuckles.

I gather my courage and slides off the car, of course trying to look sexy as I do. I walk up to the man and crane my head back.

"I'm old enough to know that life isn't black and white, Slade. There's a lot of gray… I'm tired of fighting what I can't understand… I need you to teach me… to teach me to understand myself… how it is that I want to be a hero, but stealing is still such an amazing thrill…" I use his own term from my apprentice-time intentionally, hoping it would work as a trigger. I have appealed to every part of him that wishes to dominate me, become my master. I've practically begged him to be my teacher… although I'm afraid that what I want to learn from him might not be exactly what he wants to teach. No matter. Little steps. And he's bound to bite, as I've served myself up on a silver platter before him. He does.

"Very well… let's talk…" he smirks. "But not here. Get in the car."

I do. I know, I know, never get into a stranger's car… especially when you know that said stranger is a criminal, but hey… when he's a hot criminal- no. Just don't. Leave the stupid stuff to us heroes.

Anyway, I do get into the car, and we end up driving around the outskirts of the city for hours. I ask everything I've always wanted to know about the man, and Slade answers most of my questions. I try to sneak some suggestive hints in here and there, but the man is either very daft or very straight. Damn it. I'm getting desperate. I didn't really expect to get anywhere tonight, but I'd like a sign of something…

I decide to do something I've seen his dates do. I'm deeply ashamed of myself, but I can't help it.

"So… you work out a lot, don't you?" I ask and run a hand up his arm. He's only wearing a t-shirt, and I very nearly come from just touching him. I'm sooo glad I slipped my gloves off earlier.

I get that look again, slightly longer this time.

"Of course," he answers gruffly.

"Do you eat any supplements or something? Or is it the healing-factor?" I ask, trying to disguise it all as just general interest.

"I guess I'm just the right body-type. And I don't live on hamburgers," he says.

"I wish I had more muscle-mass… I have wicked abs, though," I tell him and pull up my top. The car swerves a little, but I pretend I haven't noticed. Instead I raise my arms over my head and yawns before locking my hands behind the headrest and arching my body in a nice, lazy stretch. My stomach is exposed again, and, since my legs are rather far apart, I think I make one rather sexy picture, to be truthful… I glance over at Slade, but his eye is on the road. Besides, the one closest to me is his blind one. Damn! Couldn't he at least sneak a peek?

"Tired, Robin?" he asks teasingly. "I guess its past little boys' bed-time."

I ignore the repeated boy-comment. The man is obviously trying to push my buttons, but he isn't pushing the right one.

"Well, I wouldn't mind being in bed right now…" I smile at him instead.

"Then why not go home?" he offers and stops the damn car.

I groan and roll my eyes behind my mask. How thick is this man! Yeah… how thick…? Hmmmm… no, wait, wrong thickness… How stupid is he? I mean, he should just get it soon, right, and then either take me up on my offer or tell me to get the hell out of his sight… but he just doesn't! Maybe I am bad at flirting, sure, but I haven't had much practice either, have I?

"I'm fine, Slade… bet you I can stay up longer than you…" I grin.

He just snorts but starts the car up again.

"So… do you have any questions for me?" I offer after a while.

"Hmmm… let's see…" he says, and I feel a shiver up my spine from the sound of the hum. God I'm pathetically horny. "I know who the Bat is, of course… How is old Bruce by the way?"

I shrug and mutter a 'well enough'. I'm not surprised by the admission, really; I've seen the bat-files.

"What I'd like to know, though… who is Superman?" he continues.

I chuckle a little.

"Sorry Slade, not my secret to tell…" I say and then rub my temple. I wish I could say, just to get into the man's pants, but, of course, I wouldn't sink that low. I hope. Still, as my fingers catch on the side of my mask, I realize that I have another weapon to deploy. I yawn again, pretending that I'm trying to hide it, and then rubs my eyes on the outside of the mask. I then act like it's not enough, and subtly peel my mask off. I rub my eyes properly. "I would tell you if I could," I say and then turn to look at him, hitting him with gazillion volts of baby-blue. Okay, so eye-color might not be measured in volts, but you know what I mean. That gets a blink. Well. That's something.

I know I must seem full of myself about the eye-thing, but just listen… I'm a short, gay, skinny-ish guy whose ears are too big… my eyes are pretty much all I have, okay? And don't give me the 'your ears are just fine'- talk either! I. Just. Don't. Like' My. Ears. Kay? I do like my eyes, though, and they deserve a bit more than a blink, at least I think so.

I sulk for a bit, trying to think of something to say, when my stomach rumbles and reminds me of something.

"Oh, yeah, I interrupted you on your way to dinner… are you hungry? We could get something?" I suggest, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"I rarely eat with heroes," he mutters, but at least it's not a 'no'.

"Oh, what do you do with them, then?" I leer.

"You've been on the receiving end of my fist enough times to know that," he smirks back. That smirk and the fist-thing, combines into a very naughty picture in my head, and I probably look a bit dazed for a moment. As I come back to myself, though, I decide to soldier on.

"Oh, come on, Slade… no little naughty stories to tell? No secret meetings with Black Canary? Hero and villain… the forbidden fruit?"

I yelp as the man suddenly pulls the car into an abandoned parking-lot along the road. As he turns the engine off, he faces me and suddenly the car feels very cramped. A small fluffy animal in front of something with a lot of teeth and a grin comes to mind. Although Slade isn't grinning. He is frowning.

"What is this about, boy? Are you distracting me from something? Are you trying to find some secret out? I'm getting tired of this little game."

"It's not a game, and I'm not a boy…" I mutter.

"You might have grown a bit, but you're still a boy," he snorts. "And I don't have time to play anymore."

I see red. I've tried so hard, for so long, and I know that if I lets him push me away now, I'll never get this close again. The worst that can happen, after all, is just a horrible, painful death. It's worth it.

"I'm not a boy!" I yell and unbuckle my seatbelt. Slade smirks and I know he thinks I'm getting out of the car in a huff, but I'm not. "Would a boy do this?" I add.

I'm on him in a second, straddling his lap, pushing our lips together. My hand finds the lever for the seat and in an instant he's on his back, with me still on top. The top part of his seatbelt has gotten in the way, and pushed us apart, but instead of unbuckling it, I crawl under it, this way the bottom part of the belt is still holding him down. I kiss him again, and all this has happened so quickly that Slade is only now reacting.

Don't get me wrong, due to his meta-powers, Slade has the reaction-time to match the Flash's, but, and this is a big but, dodging bullets and fighting is one thing; suddenly getting kissed by a teenage boy is another. That takes some deliberation to deal with.

I have no idea what that thinking will lead to, but the only way he is going to get me off his lap is by pushing me through the windshield. Luckily he decides that he likes it. He tells me so by cupping my ass and biting my bottom lip.

I go wild, my hands roams over his arms and chest, as I press up against him. I eagerly let him plunder my mouth, fighting back only enough to tease him.

I let out a startled sound as the hair on the back of my neck is grabbed and my head yanked back.

Fun's over, gonna die now… I have time to think and then I see his smirk.

"So this was what it was all about?" he asks.

"Yeah… you mind?" I gasp back, my eyes rather fixed on his lips, wanting them back on mine as soon as possible.

"You don't seem to care what I want…" he chuckles.

"Nah… not much… does the back seats fold down?" I ask.

Now, stop with the judging! No, I'm not normally this... frivolous, but here I am, straddling the man of my dreams, grinding my ass on a bulge that seems to get bigger by the second, and the one drawback is that I'm fairly certain that this is a onetime thing. My only chance. And call me slutty if you must, but I'm gonna take it!

"Want to find out?" Slade asks, quirking an eyebrow at me, making me swoon a bit. Yes, again, I'm being ridiculous, I know, stop pointing it out!

"Yeah…" I answer once more, breathlessly.

Slade's seatbelt clicks open and somehow we both crawl back. It must look ridiculous, but there are no judges outside the car holding up signs with numbers on them, so who cares. I'm glad it's dark, though, and no light on in the car. There's a street-light or two outside, so we can see what we are doing, however, and should someone walk by… well, I don't care.

The seats do fold flat, it turns out, and easily too, and then I'm suddenly in the position I've dreamed of so often: under Slade.

He must see that I'm happy to be there, because he chuckles before swooping down to kiss me again, and man is he aggressive! Well, he's on top now, so maybe that helps…

One of his hands is at my belt buckle, and I can't help to make a little needy sound as his knuckles just brushes my groin as the belt open and he pulls it away. I want more than knuckles and brushing, damn it!

I kick my boots off as he pulls my shirt up and my tunic gets pulled along as well. Unfortunately I also wear a cape. Which I am lying on. Again, no points from the judges, but we sort that out and then I'm bare-chested. He's not, though, and I reach for the hem of his t-shirt. I stop myself from making a desperate drowning-in-my-own-drool noise as I feel his abs with my bare hands, but only just. I regret ever mentioning my own abs, which are like road bumps compared to the sand-dune-sized ridges on his stomach. He helps me get the whole shirt off and I find myself shyly touching his chest. It's suddenly very… personal. Yes, I know, my ass rubbing against his groin a moment ago might have seen more personal, but trust me…. my hands on his naked chest, feeling his heart beating underneath, seeing his nipples stiffen from my touch and the slightly chilly air… I can die happily right now… well, apart from the fact that I want him to fuck me.

I do the impossibly brave thing and lean over and kiss his chest. I let my tongue flutter on the skin and then, even more bravely, across a nipple. Then, because I'm a hero, I do the foolhardy thing and nibble on it.

"Hmm… I hope you know not to bite me everywhere…" Slade chuckles, and it suddenly occurs to me that I can be suckling on much more interesting body parts indeed! I reach down and begin to unbutton his trousers.

"Can I?" I ask, because I need him to move a bit to get them down.

"I don't know if you can, but you may…" the damn language terrorist smirks. I don't know if I can either, I've only seen it after all, not done it. And don't gasp, we've all snuck onto x-tube once in a while, admit it!

"Cute…" I snicker as I see that Slade has light blue boxer-shorts on, but then I swallow when I see something not… exactly cute. More like… wow…I only stare for a moment as Slade gets his trousers off altogether. He's uncut, but the head of his cock is already uncovered, seemingly glaring at me, looking wet, red and angry about something. Probably about not being in my ass… or mouth… I reach out and touch it almost reverently, liking the way the foreskin glides over the shaft. I feel a hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head down, and I realize that Slade is not a man who likes long foreplays… well… who does? I'm a guy too, after all. Right now I would have liked to experiment a bit longer, though, and I strain against the push.

"Now, now, Robin… my car, my rules…"

How can I argue with that? I give a small huff and then get in a more comfortable position. I fully expect to get some kind of electric shock as the tip of my tongue touch the head of his cock, and I do, kind of, because there's a very pleasant jolt up my spine. I'm sucking and licking it like my life depends on it, and I'm loving every moment, I love the musky, manly smell which is far from the rancid, sweaty locker-loom one, just… intoxicating. I love the structure as well, and of course I know what my own cock feels like but, for obvious physical reasons, I haven't seen it this close.

When fantasizing about Slade I had always imagined him being big, and I'm not disappointed. Not at all. My fingers can't even close around the base, and it takes more than two hands to cover the length. I'm going to be one sore hero tomorrow. No matter. While fantasizing I've of course done a little more, and since I've imagined him big… well, let's just say I haven't used pencils, okay?

I know I sound confident, but I'm not; I'm nervous as hell, but it's a bit late to ask to take things slow. And I don't want to.

I cradle his balls and kiss my way down to his sack. He seems to like that, if that was what that grunt meant, so I open my mouth and suck one of his balls into it, massaging it with my tongue. I'm sliding a hand between his legs, but I don't dare to do much more than graze my fingers along his crack and then up, grabbing his ass, and pulling it towards me as I start sucking on his cock again. I use him to fuck my own mouth, and Slade lets out an amused snort but lets me play with him. Who said this man was a bad guy? Although maybe he is, because now he pulls away.

"Nooo…" I whine before I can stop myself, and he chuckles again.

"Patience, Robin, you'll get what you want…" he says. "Let's get those tights off…"

I help him by wriggling my hips as he pushes them down and then I'm completely nude, just like he is. I raise my head just to look around the parking lot once, but it's still abandoned. We're in the industrial district so it's pretty much empty until morning… still, a police car could cruise by, I guess… strangely this thrills me more than worries me. God, I'm sicker than I thought.

No matter, because I'm also flat on my back again with my legs spread on either side of Slade, who is kneeling awkwardly, due to the low ceiling in the car.

"Did the little hero come prepared?" he asks and I immediately know what he's talking about.

"Yeah…" I scrabble for my belt and, after a bit of frantic digging, I hand him small jar of lube. I hope it will be enough… well, it has to be, right?

"What a good boy…"

Suddenly that word doesn't annoy me anymore but turns me on even more instead… how strange…

Ah! He pushes a finger up my ass, without any warning what so ever, and I arch my back, pushing back. His fingers are so much thicker than mine, but I can still take it without any burning. I like the burning, though, and the stretching…

"Yes!" another finger joins the first.

He doesn't ask anything; not if I'm sure, not if I'm ready, and… I like that. I offered, after all, so I'm his to just take… I wouldn't have minded if he had sucked me, but I'm afraid that I would have come from it, and I want to be fucked most of all. I try to show him this by raising my hips and now he's not thick… well… you know what I mean. Now he gets it in one. Strange man.

He gets in position and I take a deep breath as I feel the head of his cock against my wet and slightly open hole. I need it so badly and I groan as he pushes, the pressure so intense, so… much! I slide against the seats a bit and he grunts, grabs my hips as he balances on his knees and slams home. I claw at his arms and wrists and I think I'm yelling out, but it's more from being overwhelmed than from any pain. Well… bad pain. You know the difference.

As soon as he's in, he moves further on top of me again to have more room to thrust. And boy, does he! He's balls deep in a moment, and I'm trying not to think about how wide the base of his cock is. He pulls out almost all the way, until I can feel the head of his cock pulling at my entrance from the inside, and then he pushes in again, just before it pops out. I am clinging to his arms and back as much as I can, because the material I'm lying on is a bit slippery. Also I like to try to push back and not just lie here like a dead fish… or bird… yuck…I slam my foot into the roof of the car as I try to get my legs around his hips and I curse a bit. My sore foot flails around some more, trying to find purchase somewhere and that apparently annoys Slade.

"Stop. You might kick a window out…" he growls, but I only squirm, still trying to get comfortable.

Slade pulls out and looks around, which makes me worry that the fun is over, until I see a somewhat evil smirk on his face. No one smirks like that when the fun is over. He raises the driver's seat back up again, which gives us a bit more room on the folded seats in the back, but then he grabs my left foot.

"What-?" I stare as he lifts the adjustable headrest on the driver's seat up, creating an opening between the two support rods, shoves my foot through the gap and pushes the headrest down again over my ankle. Both the seat and headrest are padded, so it feels like having your foot stuck between two firm pillows, but it is stuck. He then grabs my right ankle and does the same to that, using the other front seat.

"There… that's that taken care of…" he grins down at me. "Try squirming away now…"

I'm thinking of telling him that I never tried to get away, but I think he knows that. I gasp as he grabs my hips again. My legs are very widely spread and held so far up into the air so that my butt barely touches the seat. It turns out to be the perfect position for Slade.

I want to touch myself, but when I try he grabs my arms and holds them down over my head.

"Hey… let go!" I complain, but he only smirks down at me again and then suddenly thrust up inside me, somehow, and I let out a sound that porn-actors would pay good money to learn… "Oh… oh… yes…" is all I can say after that, but I repeat it a lot… I've never truly appreciated the saying 'hitting the spot' until now, and I want more of it. "Faster!" I beg. "Slade…. Slade, please… faster…. more… please!" He likes it when I beg… I kinda suspected he would, but that has nothing to do with why I'm doing it. I'm doing it because I think I will die unless he fucks me harder and faster and deeper, and I don't want to die… not… quite… yet…

My mind is a blur, I don't even think I really have one… I'm all body, all heat and instinct and need. I beg some more, but I am probably only blabbering, half sobbing, half moaning, taking everything he gives me and loving every second of it. I don't even want to climax, and I fight the orgasm as it comes closer because I want it to last forever, I want Slade to pound into me like this for hours, days, weeks, years… I did mention I'm having trouble thinking, right? Yeah, not exactly sane here…

Slade, however, decides to play dirty. Of course he does, he's Slade. Anyway, when I finally gain enough control of myself to believe that I can last for at least a few more minutes, he suddenly ups the pace and I'm lost. Fighting the orgasm any longer is like trying to get a train to stop by talking to it in a firm voice.

I hope the parking-lot really is deserted, because if it's not, people must just have heard me… I thrash around, manage to pull one foot free and wind that leg around Slade, pulling him as far into myself as I can, just as he comes as well. I imagine I can feel him coming inside me, but I probably really can't… it's just that it feels like he's swelling and- oh, god, here I go again!

I'm trying to catch my breath. My eyes are closed and I'm half on my side. My other foot has come free as well, but I'm not sure when or how. God damn it… If I could sell tickets to this I'll be rich in no time… if you could just feel this… hell, I'm going to build an altar to this man… He's going to get that oscillator tonight, and no strings attached. Wait, would that be like paying him?

I'm naked, of course, one can't get dressed while in a sex-coma after all, but I feel something covering me… its Slade's t-shirt! Aw, that's sweet of him.

"Give me that back."

That bastard! Now I'm cold again! It's not my fault I apparently hogged his shirt, is it? I might die of pneumonia! Would serve him right, because then he wouldn't get to fuck me again…. I should tell him that, but I'm too tired. Well, no rest for the ex-virgin. I have to get up, get dressed and act all casual like I do this all the time. Well, not all the time, perhaps, I don't want to charge him… Still, I can't go all worship-py either, altar or no altar… oh, my god, what do I say? Do I thank him? That will be weird, right? No, I can't do that! But will it be rude if I don't? Maybe he won't let me do this again? Will he either way? Aaaargh! Why the hell do I panic now?

I turn over on my back again and glance up at him. I thought he was busy getting dressed but he's just kinda hovering there, looking down at me.

"…Thanks…" FUCK! I can't believe I just said that! Neither can Slade, it seems, because the corners of his mouth quirks like he's about to laugh. He doesn't, though, thank god.

"You're welcome…" he purrs instead, and yeah… this purr is just for me….

The End

A/N; the first lines are, as you hopefully know, not mine, but the first lines of the song "(Where Do I Begin?) Love Story", the lyrics written by Carl Sigman.

higashisaru gave me the prompt: "Robin seduces Slade", which gave me the opportunity to write a rather clueless Slade, after my "clueless Robin"-story on dA a while back (those of you who are Ducklings have probably read it) ;) I couldn't make him INNOCENT though, because… well, my brain breaks in a bad when I try, but… you know… he's not just getting it… until he gets it… and then he's getting it… ;) So is the Slade in this story straight? Nope, I'd say he's bi, because I don't think a straight man would react in QUITE the same way… Robin is brave…

Well, I hope you all liked it, and I hope I didn't screw up the first-person thing too much… I actually found it fun to write from the POV this time, but it won't be a common thing for me… still, tell me if you liked/hated it!

Oh, and to CSIGregSanders, if you are reading this: you wanted car-sex in Black Sheep 3 and I just kinda gave you a hint of it. I hope this made up for that… ;)