Author's Note: Wally will be in this story again; at least I count on him being in it again!
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, which makes me sad.
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Roy stood up, kicking his pants away from his ankles before pulling Dick up onto his feet and wrapping his strong arms around his partner's waist, pulling him close before groaning his name into his ear seductively. The foreign sound made Dick shiver as the two syllable alias entered his ear canal, tilting his head to rest in the crook of the older's neck.
Dick's body was pressed so close to the other's body, he could almost make out the shapes of the muscles underneath his skin, as well as each breath and heart beat. They stood like that for a few minutes which struck Dick as odd, though he did his best not to think about it; about Wally and of course about what Bruce would think if he had found out that his golden boy turned into a slut. "Roy… Are we…?"
Dick allowed himself to trail off, getting no reply from Archer. He tried to convince himself as much as he could that he did not want to, but with each breath that brushed against his neck; hot and thine, he could feel himself growing more and more aroused by the second.
Roy strong hands stroked and glided over the Grayson's slender body, his fingers almost bruising the younger boy's skin with each grind of his hips towards the others rear end. He kept his eyes close, soaking in the moment slowly only retrieving his vision to locate Dick's kissable lips and scan the soulless eyes underneath the sunglasses.
"What an idiot KF is," Roy said, lifting Dick's chin up and removing his sunglasses resulting in the boy closing his eyes, giving the college student an sense of annoyance. "I wouldn't let something like you go."
Dick was about to say something before realizing he had nothing to say. Seeing an opening, Roy pressed his lips back against his firmly, stealing away any chance that Dick had to say anything. It was weird; he allowed Roy's tongue to invade his mouth, exploring his mouth. Roy snaked a hand back around his waist into the front of his body and grabbed his crotch making Dick feel as if his heart tore from his chest.
It wasn't long until Dick found himself wondering when he and Roy's lips separated, not the mention the transition from the living room to the small apartment bedroom. Large arms twisting around his waist forced him against the mattress; Dick arching his back in a groan when he legs were lifted to connect Roy's mid-drift, ankles connecting in the back.
Dick closed his looked down toward Roy, who cursed and grumbled as he fumbled to put a condom on, bring the fact that Wally hadn't the other night to Dick's attention. His thoughts were directed to the Red Head he was with tonight when he placed himself at the minor's entrance, pushing his latex engulfed manhood as far in as he could.
A sharp gasp tore from Dick's throat and his hips arched off the bed once again. Roy was a lot thicker than Wally had been who was rather large as well. Dick's arms wrapped around broad shoulder, nails scrapping against his flesh digging into his the archer's skin drawing a thin bead of blood. Noting how he had not been properly prepared if at all and now knowing why exactly it was an important element.
He felt so full. Each time Roy pulled away, Dick's stomach feel with disappointment that what quickly taken away, however, with each thrust against him until the young adult found the spot that made Dick cry aloud and see stars.
Roy did his best to hush the mewing boy beneath him, not wanting the neighbors to get the wrong idea or imagine of what sort of person lived next door to them.
Dick wasn't sure whether it was his inexperience with sex or perhaps the THC than ran through his veins, but as far as he was concerned, this was the best time he had done it. Far better than Wally, but who was judging? Roy was older, more skilled in several things than he was and his was most likely once in a lifetime opportunity. After all, what they were doing was illegal.
Dick opened his eyes and stared ceilings, wondering what Wally was doing at this moment. If he were to find out that he was with Roy this moment, doing this; what his thoughts about it would be and if he would be okay with it. Probably not. There was of course, also Bruce and where the billionaire was, the Bat followed close by. It was no question that Bruce would be disappointed, but would he be disgusted by the boy?
Dick knew he himself was.
Roy's finger nails scraped against Dick's hips, bruising them underneath the tight grip; the act make Dick squeeze his eyes closed in pain. The older threw his head back, cursing through gritted teeth, unable to keep himself for the need to orgasm any longer.
The feeling of emptiness caused Dick to gasp in disappointment as Roy pulled away from his, his erection lying ignored against his stomach. Roy looked at him, unwrapping the boy's legs from his waist receiving a groan of pain from him. He pulled the condom off, tossing it aside deciding that he could pick it up another time for right now he had better things to do. He allowed himself to collapse beside the other hero, arms wrapping around him and pulling him into another sweet, but firm kiss as one hand found its way to Dick's manhood.
It took little to no effort and just a few strokes against Dick's member before Roy pushed to teen to his edge. Despite this, Roy did not release his grasp until the younger partner was completely limp in his hand; it was only then when he moved away from that part of Dick's body to wrap thick arms around his thing waist.
Spent and tired, Roy chuckled slightly before pulling his lips away from Dick, who twisted so that he could wrap his arms comfortably around the other's neck and run his hands through the soft ginger locks. Roy's teeth nipped at his collarbone, irritating the skin stretched across bone resulting in Dick's breath hitching due to being caught off guard. The room became automatically chillier as hot breath hit his neck, goose bumps rising and dotting his shoulders and back.
Dick had only been here for about an hour, time which Roy had not been able to explore the boy's body, having jumped straight into sex. Roy caressed his face, tongue exploring every dip and muscle of Dick's neck, receiving phrase from the boy in the form of a low man. Once he was far enough down on the boy to reach his nipple, he took on into his mouth. Pinching soft, sensitive skin in between teeth.
Eventually, Roy began to move again, further down. Scar tissues of cuts that were placed here and there on the boy's torso made an interesting texture underneath his tongue. There was a larger one at the end of his rib caged that looked as if it was from a gouging injury; it was now pale and faced, but Roy could see that it was once most likely an injury that threatened of severe infection. At least putting Dick out of commission for a few days.
"Joker," Dick said, noting that Roy stopped once he felt the tissues. Roy nodded approvingly at the battle wound, rubbing his pointer finger along what was once a wound.
"I've had my fair share of run-ins with the baddies," Roy confessed, Dick's own eyes falling to a few scars on his sex partner's body. "The way I see it; you aren't doin' your work right if you haven't bleed on the job."
Dick nodded and Roy continued to leave nips several places; leaving little red marks several places on his skin as well as butterfly kisses. If Dick didn't know any better, he could have half convinced himself that what Roy was doing- what he was doing- was because they loved one another. Or maybe, Dick considered, they were just good actors.
When he grew tired of what Roy was doing, Dick retaliated, pushing him off of his body and shoving Roy onto the bed before crawling on top of his and straddling his hips. He leaned down
"Roy…"
Unmasked eyes met one another, forming everlasting impact on one another. Formally, the two of them were sidekicks (not Roy, anymore) and colleagues that no longer seemed to be just that to one another. What use to be a mere friendship began morphing into something more; something entirely new that had been right before their eyes this entire time.
"Yeah, Robin?"
"Uh," Dick paused, not sure what he wanted to say to Roy.
He originally came to him to ask him for advice with Wally. Something he knew he could not ask Bruce about in fear that poor Wally would find himself in situation that was less than friendly. But now, Dick wasn't sure if he would be able to ask Roy for just suggestion, after all, he had just fucked one another and despite the sharp pain in his rear end, Roy had been gentle with his for the most part. Had he convinced himself of that very thing he had thought he knew better?
"Thank you," Dick decided to say instead. They had something good going, and even if it was only possibly going to last for another few hours or less, he did not want to jeopardize it by saying the wrong thing.
Roy smiled with a laugh, recognizing how cute Robin looked.
This was not the Richard Grayson his parents raised, not the Richard Grayson Bruce Wayne adopted, and most definitely not the Richard Grayson that became Robin. He was an entirely new person, doing things he would never have done beforehand. Dick had an air of self proclaimed maturity to himself, or at least, that was his excuse to be able to fall into what appeared to be the premature stages of a series of quick fucks. Dick wondered if this would become a habit.
And yet, Dick was able to pick out the certain aspects of a morbid humor that made up a certain, sick irony that maybe this was not him growing up at all.
Roy's laughter began to die down and Dick lifted himself off of him, allowing the tired man to release a suppressed yawn and watch him tiredly before murmuring a 'you're welcome', making it apparent to Dick that he was going to retreat to slumber soon.
Maybe, Dick thought, maybe maturing was not what he was doing at all. And what was really going on was that Dick was recoiling into pathetic bathwater which made him who he was.
Maybe he was over thinking it, Dick looked at his disgusting reflection that shone at him in the mirror of Roy's dresser, hot tears threatening his eyes.
Or maybe it meant nothing at all.
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Author's Note: What the fuck is going on in this story? I'm so confused! If anyone had any idea (if anyone is not as equally confused as myself) what is going on, please tell me!
Sorry for type-os and shortness~!
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