Tim couldn't shake the feeling of the bugs crawling on his skin. He didn't want to be here.
Usually the den was his favorite room in the manor. He often stayed here during his free hours, absorbed in a good book. The plush seating and vast library made it a great place for research or to just enjoy the silence.
For the first time it was a cage and Tim couldn't stand it. He should have been at Jason's beside and his heart ached at the thought.
Bruce folded his hands into his lap, stone-faced as always. He was sitting in a leather-wrapped easy chair and didn't seem to care or notice the teen's distress.
Seeing his adoptive father like this was unnerving. Sure there were times when he was cold, but he always meant well and he usually stopped himself before things went too far. But, the way he was acting recently…something wasn't right.
Bruce sighed, letting go of some of his bottled anger. His adopted father asked a blunt question before he could speak. "Do you love him?"
He was taken aback, the sudden change in subject could cause whiplash. The answer was clear, if the deep ache in his chest was any clue. He had spent too many sleepless nights desperately trying to unravel a mystery hidden from view. In the beginning he thought he simply wanted information about the renegade Robin, before realizing his desires for something more personal. "Yes" He said firmly.
Bruce leaned back in his chair, searching the boy for any hint of weakness. His disapproval was obvious and there a hint of something else under the surface.
"You are a brilliant student."
The teen blinked, clearly not expecting the compliment. Before he could speak however, Bruce kept talking "You show the beginnings of a master detective and excel at whatever academia you choose. However…" He said sternly "…there are still things you do not understand:"
"Jason is severely mentally ill. There are layers of trauma that could take years to diagnose, not to mention cure. You cannot fix him." Bruce's anger was showing through now more than ever.
Tim's face grew hot with indignation and held back, trying to be the better person. He tried to defend his boyfriend "He doesn't need to be institutionalized! He's been hurt before and I understand that, but-"
"No, you don't!" His adopted father snapped so loudly the teen flinched in fear. "You never knew him before he was taken away, you have not gone over every police report-every Arkham file- looking for a cure!" Bruce was standing now with his fists to his sides.
"And how would you feel if your death was completely pointless!" He screamed back. A gate had broken open inside him and all the hurt came gushing forth. "That a few months later, the father you adored just adopted someone else to take your place and life went on like you never existed?" He was going way too far. Tim stop now, before you say something you're going to regret.
"Barbara's still in a wheelchair, the Joker's still murdering by the dozen…Have we made any progress!"
Too late.
Bruce forcefully grabbed him by the arm and the teen yelped in pain. Tim was dragged down the hall and was thrown down onto the floor of his room.
He ran to the door in time for it to be slammed shut in his face. The electronic locks snapped to tight and the teen was left pounding on the door, screaming to be let out.
His adopted father called back that he would be let out when he learned from his mistake.
…
Jason woke up furious and there was only so much indignation he could take. He was cold and uncomfortable and had no idea what time it was. What day was it? Tuesday? Fuck, what day was it when this started?
He tugged and pulled at the chains that bound him, unable to break free. What the hell, was he some kind of a dog? C'mon! I'm housebroken, I promise!
There were footsteps echoing around the cave. Instinctively his senses sought out anything that could tell him who it was. A voice in the back of his mind wished it was his teen. He didn't have the time to question the implications of that before the first Robin made his way to Jason's bedside.
The older man was warm and bright as he talked "Nice to see you up and well, I brought you some of Alfred's home-cooking." Dick set the tray down over the injured man's lap and pulled up a chair.
"Somebody read my file." He thought to himself when he made a small note that he was only given a spoon to eat with. The food tasted familiar, but he couldn't recall the name.
The silence between them was awkward, and the former Robin had a pang of guilt in his chest. He reminded himself that Dick was very important to Tim, and he swallowed his pride. "So…Uh, still dating the alien chick?" He asked, a less-than-smooth attempt at conversation.
Dick gave him an odd look before bursting out laughing. Jason frowned. Well fuck you too, so much for being nice.
"I'm sorry, it's just…" The younger man raised an eyebrow as Dick talked. "…This is the first time we've really talked since, y'know." He said with a shrug.
Dick folded his hands in his lap, he really missed his brother and he blamed himself for what happened. He had spent all of his time either in Bludhaven or with the Teen Titans, always trying to do too much.
That was probably why he was so protective of Tim. "I remember when we used to be so close. I don't know what I did to make you hate me, but I want you to know that I'm really sorry."
Jason was at a loss for words. "I, um…" Dick interrupted with a wave of his hand. "No, never mind. It's not like we can change the past can we?"
The younger man said "Yeah, but we don't have to keep making the same dumb mistakes." Nightwing didn't know what Tim did to him, but he liked it.
He reached into his pocket and tossed a set of keys onto the bed. Dick got up to leave and said "Tim's room is on the second floor, third to the right."
Jason tilted his head in confusion and didn't understand as he asked "Why are you helping me? It's not like you have a reason to."
Dick shrugged, and said with a smile "I like having my little brother back. Oh, and one more thing…" At the mention of siblings, the man's demeanor shifted to one resembling a mother bear. "…If this turns out to be another one of your tricks, I will hurt you."
Maybe Dick wasn't such a bad guy after all.
…
Tim had worn holes in the carpet with his pacing and collapsed on the bed in a huff. He had torn his bedroom apart, dismayed to find that all of his tools and devices were missing. Bruce had planned this.
His hands ached from pounding on the reinforced door and breaking it wasn't an option. The teen didn't know if he wanted to scream, cry, or punch something. A rattle at the door made him bolt upright, determined to escape.
When it swung open and the teen couldn't contain his excitement.
"Jason!" He cried out in joy and threw his arms around the former Robin, pressing his cheek to his chest. The large hands on him were comforting and Jason kissed his temple. They were holding on to the moment and each other, neither wanted to let go.
To Tim, it seemed like everything was trying to tear them apart. Black Mask, Bruce, Alfred...the list kept growing. Was he asking for too much?
The teen pulled away enough to slide his hands under Jason's shirt and smooth his thumbs over pristine bandages. It was wonderful to feel heat in his skin again. He wrapped his arms around Jason's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
A low moan came from the older man's chest and he returned it just as he sucked on Tim's tongue.
Jason was alive.
There was so much happiness in such a short sentence. Jason was alive and with him. "I thought I was going to lose you..." Tim admitted with more emotion than he intended. "…I was so scared." He wanted to touch him, if only to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
The former Robin took him by the hand and sat him down on the bed. He brushed soft, dark hair out of the teen's eyes. There was something so vulnerable about Tim in that moment, he never looked so lost before. There was a small noise as the teen crawled onto his lap to straddle his hips.
He rested his hands on Jason's chest and alarm bells went off in the former Robin's head. "I'm not going to leave, you don't have to prove anything to me." The former Robin assured, trying not to think of the pleasant heat on his hips.
The teen didn't listen as he pulled off his flimsy tee and tossed it aside. He kissed and nipped at the man's jaw-line, desperately pleading "Please Jason, let me have this."
This was something that both of them wanted and it was there since the moment they first kissed. Lurking beneath the surface like a great beast, as welcoming as a promise of forever.
The kiss was slow, gentle, to test the water and melt the last remains of ice. No matter what, Jason wouldn't risk hurting the boy for his own pleasure.
Hot breath on Tim's neck made him gasp while a wet tongue tasted the smooth skin. He never flinched as Jason's rough tongue found a pink nipple, licking slowly and teasing the nub with the tip. He sucked hard and the teen gasped in pleasure. Feather-light kisses trailed down and stopped suddenly.
The older man's brows knit together when he found dark bruises marring white skin. "What happened?" He asked, anger and dread already starting to boil.
Tim didn't want to lose this moment, not when they were so close. "It wasn't his fault, don't worry about it." He lied and hoped Jason would forget about it.
It wasn't hard to guess who handprint it was on the teen's arm. "Wasn't his fault! Is this the first time he's done something like this?" The older man demanded to know, shouting louder than he needed to.
Tim was afraid to speak and that moment of hesitation was all the confirmation he needed.
He pushed the teen off as gently as he could, intent on murdering the man he once called 'Father'.
"Jason, please, no!" He called after him, knowing how horrible the consequences were if he failed now. Bruce wouldn't rest until there was a wall between the so high that they would never see each other again.
"I'm not going to wait until he gives you a black eye!" One sadistic fuck of a father was enough and he'd be dammed if he let Tim be pushed around. He was ending this.
Slender arms were thrown around his waist and he could feel tears on his back. "…I'll do anything you want, just don't go." Tim said in a small voice.
Jason's anger evaporated in an instant, left in its wake was guilt and confusion. He wiped the water from the teen's eyes and reminded himself that he caused this. Tim needed him more now than the small victory he would gain from attacking Bruce. He apologized and wanted to make it up to him. He knew shouldn't do this and that Tim would likely regret this in the morning.
The boy lay down on the bed, patiently waiting for his lover. He was blushing like a bride on her wedding night and the adult doubted he had ever been touched before. Tim watched as the older man lifted his shirt over his head. Admittedly the view was lovely, but the bandages left a bad taste in his mouth.
Chapped lips kissed a scar just below the former Robin's navel while his hands caressed his thighs. There was no word of protest as the boy unzipped Jason's jeans and pulled them down to his knees.
Tim's blush darkened at the sight of the man's naked sex. Nervously, he took the large shaft in his hands and felt it harden as he stroked. A soft tongue ran over the tip to catch a translucent drop, finding the taste of salt oddly thrilling.
The boy was clumsy at first and grew more confidant as he heard Jason moan. He teased him painfully with light sucks and lavish licks, never taking him in fully.
It took every drop of self-control not to grab Tim by the hair and fuck his mouth until he choked. Jason tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The only noises in the room were the wet sounds of sucking and slurping.
He felt like he was on fire.
His wish was granted when Tim curled around him and wrapped his lips around the reddened shaft. The way he massaged the bottom side with his tongue was enough to drive a man insane. The teen took a deep breath and suppressed his gag reflex.
The older man could have wept when his tip pressed against the back of Tim's throat. His head started to bob up and down, moaning as it went in straight to the hilt.
Jason's head screamed out that he shouldn't be able to suck him off like that. Everything about this was wrong, he shouldn't be getting off from a sixteen year-old deepthroating him. He'd never been so hard in his life. Jason told him to stop.
The boy clutched his lover's hips, greedily drinking the precum that leaked out. The shaft in his throat throbbed as he moved faster, pressing his face to his lover's curls.
The former Robin came with a scream, violently filling Tim's mouth with hot seed. The fluid was thick like honey and he swallowed every drop. A line of seed ran down the teen's chin, and he was released with a wet 'pop'.
Tim's shining blue eyes were half-lidded in arousal, white stains marked where his milk had spilled onto his face and chest. His erection ached to be touched as it strained against the cloth holding it in place, leaving a wet spot at the tip. The sight was too much to bear and his lover couldn't resist tasting those swollen lips.
The salt of his own seed mixed with Tim's own heady taste made for a powerful aphrodisiac. The kiss was rough and demanding, he nipped at the boy's throat as he tore at his pants. They soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor.
Tim's body was stunning, young and supple, just at the cusp of adulthood. All firm lines and a strong shaft that sprung proudly from the juncture of his legs. It was the stuff of girls' fantasy. If Jason had any say, he would never know the touch of a woman.
He nestled between the teen's long legs, kissing at the tender flesh of his inner thigh. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy the way Tim clenched the sheets when he teased the puckered slit with his thumb.
A bottle of lotion was found under the bed, and Jason poured the creamy substance onto his fingers. The teen flinched at the cold wetness pushing inside. The first finger easily slid in to the knuckle and the ring of muscle ached to accommodate the second.
The feeling was strange, but also wonderful. The noises Tim was making were embarrassing, and rocked his hips with the rhythm. He cried out his lover's name when three digits stretched him open. There was pain and pleasure in the sound, Jason's name never sounded so sweet.
The sense of fullness was suddenly gone, leaving the boy to wonder what he did wrong.
The older man wrapped Tim's legs around his waist and the teen blushed when something hard pressed against his virgin hole. Cold lotion was coated his heated length and eased the pain as he pushed inside.
The teen screamed, finding the girth unbearable. He was stretched open impossibly wide to swallow every inch of Jason's cock. His legs twitched and shuddered as he was fully sheathed.
Strong hands lifted his hips off the bed, holding tightly as he began to thrust.
The boy's walls were sublime like velvet, caressing him with each movement. The sheer tightness was sinful and incredible at the same time.
Pain was restrained to the slow burn of an ember, hot enough to hurt but felt far too good to let go. Tim's dripping length rubbed against his lover's firm abs, smearing ribbons and occasionally dipping into his navel. He licked the sweat beading on Jason's face.
The angle shifted slightly and it was enough to make the boy see stars. He screamed and arched his back as the thrusts became faster, ravishing the tight body in his grasp. White heat coiled in Tim's belly and he begged for more.
Jason grunted as he rammed it in, enjoying how nonsensical the boy's praises became. He wrapped an arm around the teen's waist, freeing a hand to squeeze his neglected length. The boy clenched and sobbed, passionately bucking his hips to meet his lover's.
Tim was surprisingly vocal, crying out to the world who owned him body and soul. Skin slapped against skin, and the teen's orgasm hit him like a freight train.
He screamed Jason's name as loud as he could and spurted cream all over his hand and stomach. The older man gave a few more deep thrusts before climaxing, filling the boy's insides with his seed.
He pulled out his softening length and his fluid ran down Tim's thighs. Jason lapped up the milk cooling on the boy's stomach like a hungry kitten. The teen giggled as it tickled him.
A heavy blanket was thrown over their nude bodies. They kissed gently and cuddled together as sleep lulled closer. Tim was held to his lover's chest like the most precious thing in the world.