A/N: AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE WILL FOLLOW THIS DRABBLE! If you're not gonna read/finish this drabble, at least read that, please.
This little summer-drabble was asked for by HiDiNgFrOmYoU… that was in the beginning of June, but here it is! Something perverted… but summer-y! ;)
Freestanding story
No real warnings, it's just in my usual more-or-less-silly style
Welcome to:
Summer Fun
In which Slade enjoys a day off, Robin tries to remain straight and no sharks at all appear.
Slade sighed in contentment and turned over, letting the hot sun fry the skin on his front instead of his back. Not that he would feel it… his healing abilities took care of pesky things like sunburn.
He listened idly to the surf against the sand and the senseless chatter and laughs from the other sunbathers. Yes. He was taking a day off, and where better to hide than among the craziness that was a crowded summer beach?
"Look out!" the shout was directly followed by a frisbee hitting the side of his head, almost knocking his sunglasses off, accompanied by a spray of sand.
"Ouch, really sorry, Sir!" a voice he knew very well said. "My friend throws harder than she thinks…"
Slade sat up and turned towards the voice, studying the black-haired teen, who seemed to, willingly this time, have copied his outfit of sunglasses and swimming trunks.
"No harm done," Slade smiled.
"Are you sure, Sir? That was quite a hit."
"Oh, you've done worse to me yourself, Robin," the man smirked.
It was rather interesting to see someone pale despite having a new tan.
"Slade?" the name was hissed out and the hero seemed to be looking around, making sure no one overheard him.
"Yes. You're not about to make a scene, are you, Robin? Among all these people?"
"What are you doing here?" the Titan appeared more occupied with the fact that the mercenary was at the beach, in swimwear and tanning, than the possible danger the man could pose.
"Well, what are you and your team doing here?" Slade asked as Beast Boy called for Robin to throw the frisbee back.
"Having some time off, of course!" the teen half whispered, half snarled.
"Well, me too, and I'm really not in the mood to hurt anyone on my vacation, so why not keep this to yourself? And please note that I did not finish that sentence with 'or else'."
Robin didn't have time to answer because at that moment a very worried alien flew up to them, almost landing in Slade's lap.
"Oh, I am most sorry, strange man! Please, are you hurt?"
"I'm quite fine, miss," Slade smirked and Robin wondered if he, behind his sunglasses, were staring down the vast cleavage created by what apparently counted as a bikini these days.
"I promise, I'm really fine my dear," Slade said in a way that made Robin think somewhat of a snake. A big, perverted snake. Then his brain made another leap, which made him blush.
"Oh, yes you truly are!" Starfire said, slightly breathlessly. This made the man chuckle in a completely inappropriate way. "What is your name, please?"
"Wilson," Slade said, and Robin made a metal note of the fact and then mentally highlighted it as well. He also committed the man's facial features, like the white ruffled hair and short white goatee-like beard to memory.
"Come on, dudes, people have already taken the spot we were gonna take!" Beast Boy complained as he joined them with Raven and Cyborg in tow.
Starfire then started introducing everybody, before coming up with, what she thought, was a wonderful idea.
"Well, this area is unoccupied, is it not?"
To Robin's horror Slade nodded.
"Of course, there's more than room enough. A large family just left," Slade told them, not sharing that the people had left because the wife couldn't stop ogling him, and her husband noticed. The rest of their vacation might be ruined. Not that Slade cared. It was nice to know that you still had it, after all.
"You are most generous! Many thanks!" the alien princess exclaimed and hugged him tightly. Slade was a bit put off at first, but when he saw the look on Robin's face, he smirked and hugged her back. The young lady really was strong, though, and the man's ribs did not like the attention.
"Guy's we can't-" Robin started, but towels and picnic-baskets were already on the ground and the Boy Wonder couldn't come up with a single reason why they couldn't sit there, apart from the fact that they were practically sharing a towel with their arch enemy. And he couldn't tell them that, because they would probably overreact and innocent lives would be in danger. Not so much from Slade, perhaps, but from star-bolts, a sonic canon and a rampaging Tyrannosaurus Rex. Robin trusted Raven a bit more, though, but only slightly.
Starfire plopped down unnecessarily close to Slade, and Robin tried to, inconspicuously, make himself somewhat of a barrier between them, in case the man would suddenly be up for some killing. The sea air, and everything… god knew what it did to villains. It certainly had a weird effect on heroes.
"I'm gonna build a sandcastle!" Beast Boy declared. "Wanna help, Rae?"
"I'd rather be buried under it…" the magic-user muttered, not very happy with being out in these open, cheery surroundings.
"You, Cy?" the changeling asked, not discouraged in the least by the dismissal.
"In a mo, bro, I'm just tryin' to get this radio to work," the partly metal teen said.
"May I see it?" Slade asked, and a minute later he and Cyborg had bonded over a fully functional transistor radio.
"Robin? A word?" Raven mumbled in her leader's ear and he nodded. They took a walk down to the water and then the young woman began. "Don't freak out, Rob, but… That man? I think he's Slade."
"He is," Robin growled. "he… recommended me not to tell the rest of you."
"Smart. The beach would get very messy," Raven nodded.
"They might figure it out themselves, though," Robin said, just as Beast Boy rushed up to them.
"Hey! You know what?"
"No, what, BB?" Robin asked.
"That Wilson guy… he's not who he says he is, is he?"
"Yeah… I mean… we know it's-"
"It is? Really? Here?"
"Yeah, just-"
"Do you think I can ask for his autograph?"
"Err… what?" Robin blinked.
"Yeah, he's a movie star, right? That action-movie we saw the other day?"
Raven and Robin looked at each other. The hero of that move looked nothing like Slade, apart from having muscles.
"Err… well…" Robin said.
"Yes, but don't let on that you know anything," Raven told the bouncing green boy firmly. "He's on vacation."
"I knew it! I have an eye for clues, you know! I should be a detective!" Beast Boy exclaimed and then bounded off, now more occupied with his future career than with the supposed movie star.
"Oh, god…" Robin muttered. "If he had asked Slade for an autograph…"
"Well, Star is more or less in his lap," Raven grumbled.
"I'm glad you're sane…" Robin sighed.
"Only a little. I'm mostly jealous." His teammate smirked one of her rare, small smirks when she saw her leader's expression. "What? Under all that metal, he's really hot."
The Boy Wonder looked like he considered going solo. He returned to his own towel just in time to hear Starfire ask Slade's permission to touch his arm-muscles. Robin seriously wanted to throw sand at them.
Star was oblivious, however, and grabbed Slade's hand.
"Wilson! Let us partake of the bathing!"
"Yeah, lose those shades and let's hit the surf!" Beast Boy exclaimed.
"I'm afraid I wear an eye patch. I recently went through a small surgery," the man said and shook his head.
"Ah, come on, people won't stare! I'm green, they won't notice you!" the changeling grinned.
"Yeah, I didn't get myself all waterproof for nothing, let's go!" Cyborg grinned and got to his feet.
"Robin? Raven? Will you join us?" the alien asked.
"No, you go ahead. I'll read." Raven told them and Robin shook his head as well.
"Maybe later… I'm… going to keep an eye out," he said.
"For what? Slade?" Cyborg grinned. "Really, you got such a man crush on that guy…"
"Does he now?" Wilson smirked. He had removed his sunglasses and wore a black adhesive patch over his right eye. The other one was a pale, piercing grey-blue.
"Cy has a few wires crossed," the black-haired hero growled.
As the three Titans and the villain left for the water, Robin rolled around on his stomach and slammed his head into his towel.
"Idiots! Idiots! Idiots!"
"What is not expected is seldom seen," Raven drawled. "Oh… and that was really not expected," she added.
"What?" Robin muttered and turned around. His eyes behind his sunglasses widened as he saw Slade hoist a giggling Starfire through the air and into the water.
"Me next, me next!" Beast Boy yelled.
"That's stupid, both of them can fly!" Robin growled. "What's so funny about being thrown then?"
"Maybe you should put a stop to it… what if he hurts them?" Raven said seriously.
"You're right. I better get out there…" Robin decided and got up. He didn't see his teammate's little smirk.
He waded out, the water reaching just about his waist as he reached his friends.
"Robin! I challenge you to a water-wrestling match!" Beast Boy yelled and climbed onto Cyborg's shoulders. "Wilson, you're in, right?"
Slade turned to Robin with a little smirk.
"Of course. Your steed at your service."
"I don't think-"
"Come on, I can't wrestle Starfire, she's too strong!" the green teen complained.
"Yes, but- AAH!" The water suddenly disappeared around him. Slade had dived under him and stood up, leaving Robin clinging frantically to the man's head, sitting on his shoulders.
"I thought you had better balance than this, Robin…" the man chuckled. "Or are you trying to rip my ears off?"
"Don't mind if I do…" the teen muttered back in a low voice.
"Now, now… you have been challenged… will you really back down?"
The teen snorted and sat up straighter, trying not to think of the fact that his wet trunks were clinging weirdly to Slade's neck and shoulders, and that he was actually sitting on… Robin let his mind take a different route and suddenly smirked.
"That's right, Wilson, I never back down from a challenge. HIYA, little horsey!" he yelled and slammed his heels into the man's sides.
"Ow… you like it rough when you ride, huh?" the man said so only Robin could hear it. The teen answered by using his heels again.
"Move it or it's the glue-factory for you!"
Robin soon managed to make Beast Boy fall of Cyborg's shoulders, but the changeling demanded two out of three.
"And ultimate champion: me!" Robin grinned a little while later.
"Who thinks your leader needs cooling off?" Slade asked.
The others did.
"Hey, wait, don't!" Robin yelled out, but too late. Slade had already grabbed his legs and thrown himself backwards, taking the teen with him.
Robin resurfaced spluttering and not very happy.
"Bad horsey!" he hissed and wiped the water out of his eyes. It was not until then he realized the he had lost his glasses.
The villain and the hero only stared at each other for a moment.
"Well, I can't say that I'm sorry… although I might let you punish me anyway…" the man purred with a smirk.
"Here dude, found your shades!" Beast Boy exclaimed as he broke the surface. The Titans had seen their leader without his mask before, but knew that he needed to remain anonymous, especially out in public like this.
"Thanks," Robin mumbled and let the black plastic hide his blue eyes again. He started to wish that he had brought his mask instead.
"Is the competition complete?" Starfire asked, obviously feeling a bit left out.
" Yeah… Who's up for snorkeling out by the reef?" Beast Boy asked.
"I'll go. I'll just have to get my gear…" Robin said, wanting to be somewhere else and keep busy.
Robin grabbed his snorkel, flippers and his specially made diver's mask, which had one-way glass which hid his eyes. They made plans to be back in an hour and Robin checked his waterproof watch to be sure. Starfire, who sometimes forgot not to speak under water, decided to stay and collect seashells on the beach instead. To Robin's irritation, Slade had apparently decided to join them, however.
"Can't you just go the hell away!" the teen hissed to him, making sure his friends didn't hear.
"No, I'm having way too much fun," the man claimed.
"I hope a shark eats you," Robin muttered, "Although that might be cruelty to animals…"
Beast Boy turned into a small whale and towed Cyborg, Robin and Slade out to the reef, as it was quite a long way to swim. As they got out there the people on the beach was barely visible, and Robin enjoyed the peace and quiet… for a few moments until Cyborg and Beast Boy started up some kind of game. He swam off to the side for a bit and then did his first dive. It wasn't that deep here, two to three meters, but a bit further out it got deeper quickly.
The teen saw Slade out of the corner of his eye and swam the other way. The man didn't have any equipment but managed perfectly anyway, and was just as quick in the water even without flippers.
Annoying bastard… Robin thought with a growl, but decided to not pay the man any attention and enjoy the wildlife instead. And he did. Unfortunately he did it to the extent that he made one of the most serious mistakes of all; he didn't pay attention to where he was going and where the rest of his group was.
He was lazily snorkeling on the surface, following a funny looking fish, when he noticed that he didn't have to paddle very hard to keep up. A moment later he stopped paddling and still he followed the fish that was now swimming away from the reef and out to open water. Robin raised his head to look for his friends. First he couldn't spot them and took off his diver's mask, which had fogged up a bit, to see better. He startled as he saw how far he had come from Cy and BB who were too busy playing 'Dolphin vs. Cyborg' to notice anything. He turned around and paddled in their direction, but they quickly only got smaller and smaller. Robin felt a surge of fear as he realized that he had been caught in a current.
"Hey! Guys!" he yelled out but he could hardly see them anymore.
"In need of a mighty steed?"
Robin very nearly soiled the water as the man suddenly appeared a few meters from him.
"I'm fine!"
"Ah, so you are not caught in a rip current, then?"
"Well, so are you!"
"Yes, but I'm strong enough to break free," Slade pointed out.
Robin snorted and tried not to look like he was a soon-to-be water-breather, helplessly trampling water.
"You just swim on, then!" he said, waiving the man off. "Have fun."
"Drowning-victims aren't pretty, Robin," the man pointed out for some reason. "It would do terrible things to those pretty eyes of yours."
"So? I don't plan to become one!" the young man hissed, quietly berating himself for taking off the diver's mask, letting the man get another look at his face, but it was too late now. He suddenly got a mouthful of water. The sea was really getting a bit choppy this far out.
"This is bordering on idiotic. I don't feel like swimming all night just to get back to shore. Come here." Slade simply grabbed Robin's wrist and pulled his arm around his neck. Then he started swimming on his back, using his free arm and his legs, while Robin was busy being shocked. When he was finished with that emotion, he chose 'affronted' to take over.
"I don't need you to rescue me!" he hissed and thrashed to the extent that he almost dunked Slade's head under water.
"If you keep doing that, you'll attract sharks," the man pointed out gruffly.
"Yeah, well, let me go, then!" the hero snarled.
The man stopped to tread water but didn't let Robin go, no matter how much the teen tried. Robin didn't really like the calculating look Slade was giving him either.
"Let's see… you will either let me take you to shore… or I'll kiss you."
Robin gaped and actually almost swallowed some seawater.
"Wha-? B-b-ut… you can't do that!"
"Oh, I can, and I bet you'll like it…" the man smirked.
"Like hell! You're a guy!"
"Thank you for noticing."
"That's just wrong!"
"So Robin, the hero of Jump City and the leader of the Teen Titans, think that bi- and homosexuality is wrong?" the man said in a rather silky voice.
"What! No! No, it's not! It's just… it's wrong to threaten me with something like that, you creep!"
"Then hold on, and let me help you to shore."
"No! I can-mmmmmpph!"
"I did warn you."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THA-mmmph!"
"Just trying to make it clearer for you," Slade claimed. "Now will you let me help you?"
"…"
"Thought so."
A little while later Robin was holding onto Slade's neck, paddling with his flippers, while the man was on his back, using his arms. The position was… somewhat compromising.
"So… you're gay?" Robin asked when the silence got too much for him to handle.
"Bi. But I only top."
"Figures."
"Why, you would be interested?" the man chuckled, making Robin blush and almost let go of him. "No, no, no, just joking, little hero. I will be good. I can be, you know… really gentle."
"Slade!"
"Don't knock it 'til you tried it, as they say…" the man said airily.
"Being gay is about falling in love!"
"It is? Well, darn it, then I'm not gay… what have I been doing fucking cute young men all my life?" Slade deadpanned.
"You know what I mean! Sure you can have… intercourse without being in love, but… you know… to like it, you have to like… you know… the gender you're with… in… that… way…" Robin trailed off lamely.
"Do you need a map to find your way out of that monologue?" the man chuckled. "But, what you are saying, is that if you are not gay you can't possibly enjoy having gay sex?"
"Exactly! Of course you can't!"
"So, if I would, for example, fuck say… you, you could never, by any means, like it?"
"That's right." Robin said firmly.
"Would you like a demonstration?"
"NO! And you're swimming the wrong way!"
"No, I'm not, I'm swimming parallel to the beach to get out of the torrent instead of fighting against it."
"I know that, but you're swimming away from the others!"
"Oh, well, that I just felt like."
"Turn around!"
"No."
Robin clenched his teeth. This was not funny. For every stroke Slade took the teen was pushed backwards and forwards, their wet bodies rubbing against each other. Robin might not even have realized this unless Slade had started talking in that disturbing way… not to mention the kisses, which still burned on his lips. Maybe Slade had some Poison Ivy-thing going on?
What was the evil man planning? It worried Robin that he was taking him away from his friends, but even more what the man wanted to 'prove'. There was no way he could like anything like that! Unfortunately he felt how tired his arms and legs were and he knew he couldn't break away to swim on his own quite yet, because he would never make it. He swore to himself that he would be doing laps in the Titan's pool every day from now on, so he'd never find himself on top of Slade aga- no! In this situation again, he meant, of course….
"Well, you are wrong, I don't find men attractive at all, so I wouldn't enjoy… doing anything with a guy!" Robin said very firmly, trying to convince the man to take that absurd claim back.
"Ah, but you know what they say, don't you? Getting sucked off by a man is like mountain climbing; it's great as long as you don't look down…"
"Very funny."
"It's an old one… not that I expect that you would have heard it… who would have told it? Starfire?"
"She only tells Tamaranian knock-knock-jokes…" Robin muttered.
"Really. Are they any good?"
"No. Worse."
"Ah."
"I don't really want to talk," Robin muttered.
"We're talking? I thought it was foreplay…" the man smirked.
"Stop it! I'd rather drown!" the teen hissed.
"No, you wouldn't. Trust me. Just think about it. Ever been sucked off, Robin? Warm lips around your cock, a hot tongue licking up your shaft, flicking over the head, teasing the slit? The suction-"
"Stop!"
"No, you wouldn't want me to stop, you would want me to continue, going faster, sucking harder, nibbling at the sensitive skin, licking and sucking on your balls, going lower, sliding my tongue over your opening before pushing inside, my wet, wriggling tongue inside you-"
"NO! No, I'd hate that! It's gross!"
"I bet I could make you come without even touching your cock…" the man chuckled.
"No way!"
"And still you are too afraid to let me try…"
"I'm not afraid!"
"Well, then... guess I'll get started," Slade said and pulled the teen up completely on top of him before capturing his lips.
Robin's flipper-wearing feet splashed frantically, but the man had a good grip on him, and the teen's fists didn't make much of a difference at all.
Slade, who felt that they were out of the current, just floated now, knowing that the waves brought them closer to the shore. He had more interesting things to do than to swim.
Something that was swimming was Robin's head. Slade's dirty talk had unfortunately affected him, though he had absolutely no desire to feel the man's tongue… there! Or anywhere! Right now it was ravaging his mouth, though, and when he had managed to bite down on it he had gotten a harder bite back, so he didn't dare to do that again. He tried using his own tongue to push the intruder out but that only made things feel more… tingly. And he didn't want to feel tingly around Slade! At all!
One of the man's hands was grabbing his ass now and the teen hiccupped from the rudeness of it. Still, it made the tingles multiply, and that was corrupting his body, forcing it to push against the man, even kiss back! The hero was feeling so hot that he was surprised the water around him wasn't boiling. He didn't notice as the man let the back of his head go and put both hands on his ass, before standing up in the water as they were now close enough for Slade to reach the bottom. No pun intended.
Robin's legs had, after being in the water for so long, decided that they were octopus-arms and had wound themselves tightly around Slade's waist, something their owner didn't even notice. Nor did he notice as Slade began to walk up the shore, which wasn't sand here, but tall grass.
He did notice when he was put down on that grass, however.
"Wha-? Wait, how long have we been this close to-mmmpphh-! NO! No, don't you dar-!"
"I accepted a challenge, Robin. I thought you never backed down from one? At least I'm going to see it through," Slade told him. "But I do need to work in peace," he added, blocking the teen's knee that had been rapidly traveling towards his groin. "Stay still."
"No!"
"So you think I will win, then? Well, admit it and I'll stop. Say, 'Slade, you can make me come without touching my cock'."
"I won't, because it's not true!" Robin growled, still struggling under the man, who had no trouble keeping him under control.
"If I can't get you fully hard in ten minutes, I'll stop," the man offered.
"Well, you won't!"
"If you are so sure, why not let me try?"
"Fine! Ten minutes!" Robin programmed the alarm on his watch. "Then you can fuck off!"
"I don't think that's what you are going to ask me to do, but no matter… Now relax… are you comfortable, Robin?"
"Go to hell."
"I will take that as a 'yes, please pleasure me'," the man chuckled.
Robin snorted and steeled himself. He might have gotten a bit carried away before, but people had done worse things when facing death than kissed someone. Well, okay, so he had kissed Slade which was, perhaps, one of those 'worse' things, but still… Now, however, he was in complete control of himself and he would just lie there, absolutely still, until the alarm beeped, and not even care about the way the man was nibbling on his throat.
Slade smirked as he saw the teen turning his head just a little bit, giving him better access to the slim, sensitive column.
As Slade reached his mouth again, Robin decided to keep it shut tightly, but then he realized that maybe he could get the man to just kiss him for ten minutes instead of moving on to more dangerous areas… and of course he could withstand a bit of that without getting affected! So, he kissed back. A bit clumsily at first, perhaps, but Slade was a good teacher when he wanted to be.
There was a slight flaw to the plan, however, because even though the man's lips were busy, his hands weren't, and they were travelling everywhere except for Robin's groin. The fingers deliberately tickled his side, an action so ridiculous that it made the Titan chuckle into the kiss. What was Slade on about? The guy couldn't be serious! Robin relaxed into the soft grass.
Slade felt Robin's guard drop and the tenseness all but leave the body beneath him, and chuckled with the teen as he withdrew a bit. Robin's lips seemed to follow his a little, his eyes slightly glazed but with an open curiosity in them the man had never seen before, thanks to the mask. The young man looked almost inviting, like he wanted to see what the mercenary would do next. Slade had no problem showing him. He abandoned the now red and glistening lips and moved down instead, licking salty drops from the teen's chest. He heard, and felt, Robin's breath hitch and hid a smirk as he slowly, very slowly, made his way towards the hero's left nipple.
Slade was licking him. A man was licking him! The situation was absurd, he had never, in his wildest fantasies, ever considered this… He tried closing his eyes, like the man had joked, but with the short beard scratching and tickling his skin, it didn't really work. And now he was about to… lick… maybe even suck… or bite… his nipple. Did gays do this? Maybe their nipples were more sensitive…
"OOOhhh…" Robin's back arched off the grass for a moment. Was that really his nipple? How the hell did that feel so good, it was only a… nub…? Sure, they got hard like nipples did, like after showering, coming out into a colder room, but… "OOooohhhhhhhh!" And who was making that stupid noise anyway?
Slade clamped his teeth down, just hard enough, on one nipple, and let the tip of his tongue flick across the tip like a snake's. The other one he rolled between his fingers, listing to the pretty little sounds his stubborn future lover made.
While he kept busy teasing the hero's nipples with his mouth, Slade put his hands to darker deeds.
Robin felt a tug on his trunks but thought nothing of it at first, and when the cold wetness of the fabric started peeling away, it was only nice… until he realized what it meant.
"No, do-"
"There, there, Robin, you agreed," Slade tutted.
"O… okay, but you better not take your own off!" he threatened. "Or touch anything!" he added as an afterthought.
"You're not the slightest bit curious?" the man smirked.
"No! I don't want to see another man's… thing!" Robin snorted and meant it too. Slade might have a nice body, like the statue of David had a nice body, but that was no reason to pull his shorts down, was it? Well… Slade's… David didn't have any…. But if he had, Robin wouldn't want to pull them down ether.
"Very well, I won't… and I already promised not to touch your cock…" the man reminded him.
Robin felt a bit embarrassed about being naked in front of Slade, but he tried his best not to show it. Besides, the man didn't make any rude comments; in fact he seemed to have an appreciative look in his eye which made Robin a bit… warm.
Slade was really good at what he was doing, the teen had to reluctantly admit. Even as he abandoned the hero's nipples for lower hunting grounds, he managed to find spots and areas Robin didn't know could make him let out so embarrassing sounds. He never would have thought that it could feel so nice to be touched like this. Not that anyone had ever touched him even close to this, but when taking care of business himself f he just went directly for… well… the prize. And it didn't take this long either. On the other hand it never made his whole body shiver and tingle like this, it was-
Beep-beep-beep-beep!
"T-time's up…" Robin mumbled.
"And so are you…" the man, who was now kissing his inner thighs, noted.
"I'm not- oh…" he was. And that part of his anatomy looked rather angry from not having been touched.
"Don't worry… now that I'm free to continue, I soon make you come…"
"Mmm…" it was all Robin could say. Looking down at the man between his legs was erotic, no matter what other parts of his mind tried to tell him. Slade continued planting kisses further in on his thighs, biting and licking as well when he felt like it, and Robin's body arched. Would the man… But he had promised…? But it would be so great if…
"Annngghh…." the teen gasped as Slade's tongue swiped over his tense balls. "Wait- you said…" he then objected and tried to scoot away. Slade, however, held him down.
"No, no, I said I wouldn't touch your cock, Robin… unless you beg me to, of course. I'm not a particularly cruel man."
"I won't! Slade, just stop! I'm not gay, and you can't make me!"
The man just chuckled and suddenly flipped the boy over.
"We'll see about that. Ass in the air, Robin, that's a good boy."
"No! I want to see what you're doing, you pervert!" the teen growled and struggled. The man, however, just grabbed a hip with one hand, lifting it up, and the boy's neck with the other, pushing his head down.
"Stay, Robin, or I might not keep my promise and keep my shorts on… and then you'll get a crash course in being gay, trust me." The man was leaning over Robin and the teen felt something hard under the man's wet swimming trunks, pressing between his cheeks, and he decided that a little gay was better than a lot.
"Just… do your worst, then…" he muttered, humiliated that it was this easy for Slade to control him. A weird thought struck him, though, that maybe he should be grateful that they were not fighting, because as exhausted as his body was after the tiring swim, the man would have no trouble killing him. The teen just hoped this wouldn't be worse.
The man continued to lean over him like a bloody horny dog, and started to kiss and caress his neck and back. Robin's eyes shot open, though he didn't know that he had closed them, as a bite on one of his shoulder blades sent a thrill down his spine.
That was the way Slade was also heading, and soon his hands were stroking and gripping an area which Robin really never had paid much attention to. Well, he felt safer now, because, sure, if someone almost touched his cock and licked his balls and nipples stuff, of course that would feel good, but, as he was not gay, there was no way in hell that anyone touching his ass would!
"…!" Slade had just placed a kiss as low on his spine as he could come, before the teen's back gave away to the firm, round globes of his behind. And then he went lower. The damn man was so slow, though, making Robin wriggle and hold his breath. He couldn't really believe that Slade really planned to… to do that, whatever it was called, but parts of him wanted the man to get on with it… especially the hard, dripping part between his legs.
Then lips brushed his entrance, which sent a shockwave through Robin's body, but also made him curse rather rudely as the touch had been so brief.
"Nice little heroes shouldn't know words like that!" Slade tutted. "Let's see what else you know…"
And the touch was back. With tongue. Robin didn't know what expect. Would the man go even further? Would he try to get it inside him? Would it hurt? The answers turned out to be 'yes', 'yes', and 'hell no'. In fact, after some careful prodding the teen felt like his most personal place opened up and shamelessly invited the intruder… though it might help that he had pushed back a little. Before long Slade was using as much of his tongue as he possibly could, and Robin loved it. In a completely non-gay way, of course. He couldn't after all, help that the body had all those nerve endings there! Not his fault at all. And the fact that he wished that the man's tongue was a bit longer and wider… well… that was just….
"OOH!"
"You don't mind a finger, do you?" the man behind him asked innocently.
"Uh-uuh…" Robin answered, but wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a yes or no himself. That finger was longer, if not really much wider, than the tongue and it brushed something inside him he had only expected a doctor to touch, and not until he was in his forties or so. Oh, was he glad he wouldn't have to wait that long! It got even better when Slade worked in another finger, the man's saliva making the penetration slick and painless. Robin was clutching the grass harder, pulling tufts of it out of the ground, as the man continued to tease him by rubbing and sliding his fingers over the spot.
Slade smirked as he listened to the boy's moans. He didn't think the teen was aware that he was making them, and he sure as hell wouldn't point it out. He needed to fuck the tight little ass in front of him, though, badly. He might have promised the hero not to remove his shorts, but who said he needed to? He just pulled them down enough in the front, and he was ready for some bird-nailing.
Robin enjoyed the fingers in his ass even though they didn't seem to be as deep as before. They even left all together before plunging in again, time after time, but that didn't exactly feel bad either. When the fingers disappeared again he closed his eyes and pushed his ass back, waiting for the wonderful filling feeling to return, but, this time, he got a bit more than he asked for. It was wider. It was hotter. And it was much, much longer.
"No! You bastard!" Robin yelled out and tried to bolt, but, once again, he was no match for the man, and the grip on his neck was back.
"There, there… just breathe…" the man chuckled.
"You… promised! You can't do this!"
"I didn't remove my trunks and about if I can do this… well… we'll see… Ready for some more?"
"More what?" In his panicked mode Robin suddenly imagined Slade to have more than one cock. The man didn't, however, it was just that the one he had wasn't all in yet.
The man gave a little push and the flared mushroom head brushed Robin's prostate on its way deeper. Some part of Robin liked that, but most of him pointed out that he was getting fucked. By Slade. And that this was, no doubt about it, definitely gay. Not that it was wrong being gay, of course, he still believed that! It was right… for some people… who… enjoyed… this… kind… of…. thing…
But Robin didn't enjoy being fucked at all! It would turn out, though, that he wasn't getting fucked. Slade was just pushing into him, and the actual fucking started soon thereafter.
Robin could barely breathe, convinced that Slade's length was taking up all the space inside him, including the place where his lungs were supposed to be. The only thing still there was his prostate, because that was thoroughly rubbed on each stroke. And damn nice it felt too.
"Fuuuuuuck…." Robin gasped as he spread his knees a little bit wider on the ground and dug his hands in to be able to stop himself being pushed across the grass.
"That's right. I am…" the man above him chuckled. "Did you want it faster?"
"Yyyhh…." the teen whined.
"I'll take that as a yes," Slade said and upped the pace. He didn't have to hold the hero down anymore, just a steady grip on his hips to make sure he didn't crumble would do. Robin gave him a halfhearted, rather cross-eyes glare over his shoulder, and suddenly Slade wanted to look into those wide, blue, formerly-innocent eyes while he fucked the little Titan out of his mind.
Said and done. Slade withdrew, which caused a pained gasp from Robin, pushed the teen over, grabbed his ankles, raising them up in the air, and pushed right in again. He then let Robin's legs go, leaving them to flop down and end up in the crooks of the man's arms as he resumed the previous pace.
Robin had gone from a surprise and vague disappointment that it already seemed to be over, to realizing that the ride had barely started… and somehow he couldn't decide if he would get back in line for more after it was over, or demand his money back. Right now the line-option was winning, because from this angle his poor prostate got even more of a battering. He had a lot he wanted to say, but mostly vowels came out, and most of them only seemed to make Slade go faster and harder. Well. That was pretty much what Robin had wanted to convey, anyway.
The hero's whole world was soon narrowed down to the battering ram in his ass and not long after he yelled out his release, his legs squeezing the man's arms and back, pulling him as close to him as he could. The man grunted something unintelligible as he came as well, not many seconds later.
"Told you I could do it…" Slade then chuckled in his ear as he collapsed next to the teen who was gasping for air.
"I'm… not… gay!" Robin insisted.
"Really?" the man chuckled again.
"No…" the teen thought it over for a bit and came to a conclusion. "My ass might be, but I'm not…"
The End
A/N: that's such an inconvenience for a straight guy to have a gay ass, don't you think? ;)
IMPORTANT MESSANGE (yes, I said there would be one, didn't I?)
Smile-Evily pointed out the other day that this collection is getting close to 2,000 reviews! WOW! Anyway, the question was asked if reviewer number 2,000 would get a drabble. The answer is no. She (or he) will get a drabble AND a pic to go with it… and if I could I would include a life-sized remote-controlled Slade-doll, you know that right?
So get reviewing!
SOME rules:
1: you need to be logged in, no exceptions. If reviewer 2,000 is not logged in, the next person gets the prize.
2: you can wish for ANYTHING within the area I write EXCEPT Slade bottoming... and you should know what kind of stories/characters I write by now, damn it! ;)
3: You can ask for a freestanding OR a sequel drabble, to ANYTHING.
4: if the "winner" doesn't want the prize for whatever reason, it goes to the next person.
There, that's pretty simple, right? The pic will, as I said, be a scene from or inspired by the story… Now I just have to remember to keep track of the reviews!
I'll contact the winner in a PM.
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