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iesikaTitle: Best Boyfriend Ever
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Rating/Warning: Feelthy smut.
Characters: Steph, Kon, Tim
Spoilers/Continuity: During/following JLA: Welcome To The Working Week (which I have not actually read).
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me.
Summary: Hey, I said my boyfriend wouldn't be jealous. I never said he was altruistic.
Notes: This was inspired by this scan of Steph and Kon dancing together, and byfaile_neume promising to love me forever if I wrote it. I'm kind of easy that way. Shh - don't tell anyone. Also, this is the first time I've written het smut, and also the first time I've written more than two people having sex. It was surprisingly fun. You should probably expect more.
Also, I really don't know where to post this. Suggestions?
Steph knew she was lucky to have a guy like Tim in her life. He’d stood by her through the pregnancy. He'd trained her as a vigilante. He gave /really/ good presents. Plus, he was hot. And he had hot friends. And…Steph grinned under her cowl as she looked around. Yeah, he got her into the /best/ parties.
This one would have been awesome even if it weren’t full of superheroes. The bass was thumping, and everyone was having a great time. Still, the best part was definitely the company, even if the big-bigs were all in the other room.
Or, no – the best part was that she was /here/. Steph was at a /superhero party/ thrown by the /Justice League/, on the /Watchtower/, which was hurtling through /outer-fucking-space/. She was pretty sure the circumstances qualified for the coolest date /ever/, or would have if Tim hadn’t abandoned her to go network, or be a dorky fanboy, or whatever he was doing over there. They should be doing the dorky fan-people thing /together/.
Cass seemed to be having a good time, at least. She had disappeared ten minutes ago and then reappeared twenty feet over their heads, perched with her mask off and just watching the crowd.
God, it had to be like /porn/ for her.
“Hey!” a voice called from somewhere behind her. “Spoiler? Hey!”
She turned around, and there was Superboy, pushing through the crowd. He’d changed his costume again since she’d seen him last, and grown his hair out some. It was a good look, but she missed the jacket he was wearing in the poster by her bed. Steph had one of those jackets, though not a licensed one. She’d bought it back when she and Dean were dating. Tim got a kick whenever she wore it.
Superboy got stuck a few feet away, behind a blue couple who seemed oblivious to his shoving. He just shrugged and flew over them, snagging her hand on the way. They touched down on the edge of the dance floor where the crowd was thinner. Steph was pretty sure her grin would have been embarrassing if anyone could have seen it. Cass was probably laughing at her, anyway.
The music was so loud that Superboy had to lean in and shout in order to be heard. “Haven’t seen you since Zandia!”
“Robin never takes me anywhere!” she shouted back.
Superboy just laughed. “I can imagine! He’s a great guy, but he’s got to be a crappy boyfriend. Just how big is the stick up his ass, anyway?”
“The last time we tried that? About eight inches.”
“What?”
“I said I think he ditched me to go talk shop,” she shouted. “It’s a good thing you came to rescue me!”
“Absolutely! Damsels in distress are kind of my thing!” He yanked her out onto the floor and spun her around.
Over at the other end of the floor, the DJ was arguing with a skinny guy in a green hood. The guy brandished some kind of flute like it was a weapon. The DJ got a panicked look on her face and the music abruptly got a lot quieter.
“Damn it, Piper!” somebody shouted.
Steph didn’t mind, though. Now that she had someone to talk to, it was nice not to have to shout so much.
“My hero,” she said, and wrapped her arms around Superboy’s neck. He dipped her low, almost to the floor, and pulled her up into another dizzying spin.
Steph caught sight of her boyfriend across the room. Nightwing was trying to drag him out onto the floor. Tim was laughing and backing away. That made Steph feel a little better about the no dancing thing; if Nightwing couldn’t talk Tim into it, then no one could.
She watched Tim casually nerve-strike his brother and shove him out onto the dance floor. He looked up then and met her eye. She pulled Superboy closer and ran her calf up the back of his leg. Tim raised his eyebrows, smirked, and then disappeared into the crowd.
The first time she’d worn the jacket for Tim, he’d nearly driven her through the mattress. Her favorite pillowcase still had a tear in it.
Steph spun around and pressed her back to Superboy’s chest. His hands came up and hovered, awkwardly, until she grabbed them and placed them firmly on her hips. “Superboy-” she started.
“Kon.”
She let her head fall back against his shoulder. “Kon,” she said in his ear. “I bet /you/ know how to treat a lady.”
“Uh,” Kon said. Steph just smiled and pressed back against him. He stumbled a little, so she reached back and grabbed his hips. This time he didn’t move away when she ground back against him. She kissed his jaw through her cowl, just below his ear. “Listen, Steph…It’s Steph, right?” he said.
Steph let go of him long enough to drag one of his hands over her stomach. She could see the tightness in his jaw when he swallowed.
“You’re hot. I mean, smokin’ hot. But your boyfriend’s been my friend since I was, like, /born/, and I’m not that guy.”
“We’re just dancing,” Steph said, and slid a hand back to grip Kon’s ass.
“If you’re trying to make him jealous-“
“Oh” Steph said, “don’t worry. He won't be jealous.”
Tim, as usual, had perfect timing. He appeared out of the crowd with three drinks in red plastic cups, and Kon threw himself back and up by at least a foot.
“You look like you’re having a good time,” Tim said as he handed her a cup.
“Absolutely!”
“Hey!” Kon said, “Robin! Where have you been? Your poor girlfriend’s been missing you.”
“Steph can find her own fun,” Tim said, and the twitch in his cheek meant he was probably winking at her behind his mask. She grinned.
“Okay,” Kon said. He flew down to their level and took the cup Tim offered, “but man, it’s going to be your loss if she gives up on you and runs off with some other dude in tights.” He took a sip of his drink, then coughed. “Woo! Where’d you get this? They wouldn’t give me anything but soda!”
Curious, Steph pulled her cowl up a little and tried a sip of her drink. It was just strawberry zesti. She cocked her head at Tim, and he smiled. “You have to know how to ask,” he said, and took a deep swallow of his own drink.
“You threatened the bartender?” Kon asked. “Or was it blackmail. No, wait, I don’t want to know. Damn this stuff is strong.”
Steph drained her cup. When Kon looked at her in surprise, she smiled at him. “Hey, I’m from /Gotham/,” she said, making it exactly as much of a challenge as it should have been.
Kon rolled his eyes and took another sip.
Beside her, Tim grinned a broad, soppy grin and leaned against her shoulder. “How many have you had?” she asked.
He just shrugged.
“And you still won’t dance with me?”
“He’s too self-conscious,” Kon told her, speaking slowly and carefully. “Thinks too much.” He crushed his empty cup and flung it toward a table.
“Make him dance with me,” Steph ordered, pouting.
“Far be it from me to refuse a pretty lady,” Kon said, “but I can’t /make/ Rob do anything. If /you/ can’t do it with your…” he gestured at her chest “…feminine wiles…”
“You’ve got some ‘wiles’ of your own,” Steph said, and pinched his ass. When he jumped, she grabbed Tim by the hands and pulled him close, pressing her chest against his and moving with the music. The corners of Tim’s mouth twitched, but he refused to budge. She grinned and spun him around, until he was pressed against Kon. Kon tried to back up, but she grabbed his hands and set them on Tim’s hips. “Make him move?” she asked.
“He’s too stiff!”
Steph smiled and leaned in close to Tim’s ear. “Are you?” she asked.
The corner of his mouth twitched again, and he pressed against her leg. She knew she was only feeling his armor, but she got the message loud and clear. She nuzzled against his throat.
Kon tried to back away, but she kept her hands on his and pressed against Tim, driving him back against his friend.
Tim kissed her, long and deep, and she had to hold Kon’s hands pretty tight to keep him from escaping. When Tim laid his head on her shoulder and started nibbling her ear, she giggled and looked at Kon over his head.
“He is going to be /so/ embarrassed in the morning. Will you help me get him home?”
“Yeah,” Kon said quickly, sounding relieved. “Sure, yeah.” He tugged until she let go of his hands, and put an arm around Tim’s shoulders. “Teleporters?”
"Ugh," Steph said, "I hope he doesn't barf on me." She took Tim's arm and led them off the floor.
Kon got his back slapped a few times as they made their way through the crowd. Steph saw Nightwing dancing in the middle of a train. He raised his eyebrows at the three of them as they passed. Mary Marvel and Supergirl had flown up to join Cass on her perch. Steph waved at them as they left the room, and Cass laughed so hard that Supergirl reached out a hand to steady her.
The halls were eerily quiet after the thump of the dance floor. They passed a few people before they found the right place, but Steph didn’t recognize any of them. Luckily, there was no one in the teleportation room, so when Kon asked them where they were going, Tim leaned in and spoke the coordinates directly into his ear. She went through first, ostensibly so she could catch Tim on the other end.
When the inside-out vertigo passed, she stumbled out of the landing zone and looked around. She wasn’t in the Cave. This was Gotham, all right – the view out the huge floor-to-ceiling windows put them smack in the middle of downtown – but not somewhere she’d ever been. It was pretty damned posh, actually…probably a penthouse apartment. And it was /huge/. Steph was hardly an expert, but she knew rich when she saw it, and whoever owned this place was rolling in it.
There was a hum, and then a buzz, and then a flash, and Tim appeared beside her.
She pulled off her cowl. “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” she said.
He just smiled and took his mask off. Steph grabbed him by the belt and yanked him closer. She hit the hidden switch that would let her take it off without gassing or electrocuting herself, and let it drop to the floor. Undressing Tim always felt a little like disarming a weapon. He could probably do it faster, but he knew how much she liked doing it herself. She grabbed his right gauntlet and pulled it slowly down his arm.
There was a hum. Tim yanked off his other glove and backed her against the arm of a couch that probably cost more than her house. She heard the buzz just as he kissed her, damp fingers tangling in her hair.
She missed the flash somewhere in the resulting fireworks.
“Whoa,” Kon said. Steph opened her eyes. He was standing a few feet behind Tim, eyes wide. “I’ll, um…” He looked around. “This isn’t the Batcave. Is this /Tim’s/ place? Is it, uh, safe to leave you guys here or…”
Tim let her go and leaned against the couch beside her, so Steph pushed away and stalked toward Kon. “Oh don’t go,” she said. “I don’t know how I’ll handle him by myself.”
“Um. You were,” Kon backed up a step, holding his hands out like he thought she was planning an attack. “uh, handling him pretty well. I mean -”
“And I haven’t thanked you for your help.”
“No need!” he yelped, “you know, the S, it’s what we do!” He took a step toward the windows. Steph caught his hand and stopped him. When he looked down at her, she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. He closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief.
The second kiss wasn’t quite so chaste. He gasped when she licked his mouth, and she took advantage of his parted lips to run her tongue along his teeth. Whatever Tim had given him, it had been strong enough that she could taste it on Kon’s breath.
Kon made a little sound, low and breathy, and Steph smiled against his mouth. She cupped his jaw in her hands and pressed closer to him, petting his calf with her ankle. His hands came to rest on her sides, and she kissed him harder, licking his tongue until he kissed back, eyes closed.
She felt hands on her sides, just below Kon’s, and hummed happily. Tim kissed the nape of her neck and tapped the inside of her ankle with the toe of his boot. When she spread her legs, he slid one hand down over her ass to press between her thighs, stroking her hard through her tights.
Kon kissed her back, tentatively at first, and then with a little more abandon, but still very gently. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it, trying to match her rhythm to the pace of Tim’s hand. She could feel Kon’s erection against her stomach, hot and obvious through the tights. Tim pressed his fingertips hard against her clit and she rocked against the pressure, clutching Kon tightly against her and shaking as she moaned through her sudden orgasm.
“Oh,” Kon breathed, opening his eyes. “Did you just-“ His eyes widened as he looked over her shoulder.
Tim’s hand withdrew to cup her breast through her top. She rubbed her thighs together happily, enjoying the lingering tingle. “Mmm,” she agreed. Her tights were damp, now. She couldn’t wait to get out of them.
Tim must have read her mind, because he unbuckled her belts and pulled them free. She wiggled a little when he grabbed the edge of her top, and yanked her gloves off so he could pull it up and off.
Kon just stared, eyes still wide.
Her bra was more practical than sexy, heavily reinforced and solid enough to act like another layer of armor. She had /shirts/ that showed more skin. From the way Kon was staring at her chest, though, she might as well have been modeling for Victoria's Sececret. Okay, Superboy was a boob man. She could live with that.
Tim must have been reading her mind again, because he unsnapped tha back of her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Steph shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.
The support in that thing was fantastic, but it always felt damn good to take it off. Steph cupped her breasts, lifting their weight and massaging a little of the day's ache away.
Kon licked his lips.
"Nice, aren't they?" Tim asked.
Kon startled. His gaze jerked up to meet Tim's. She turned and took a step away so that she could see them both. Without taking his eyes off Kon, Tim reached up and popped the quick-release on his gorget. The heavy material of his cape hissed as it slid down his back to the floor. He stood there for a moment, then smirked at Kon and walked backward into a darkened doorway, where he disappeared into shadow. Kon stared after him in silence, then turned to look at her. "He really doesn't mind?" he asked.
"Really not," Steph said, smiling. She caught his hand and pulled his glove off. His skin was warm - very warm - but dry. She wondered if he sweated at all. His hand was bigger than Tim's. She brought it to her breast.
Kon made a soft sound. He brushed her nipple with his thumb, and she moaned. He ripped the glove off his free hand with his teeth and grabbed her hip, lifting her off her feet and pulling her close. Steph laughed and kicked her feet a few inches above the floor. Being held by his power felt strange - less like gravity didn't apply and more like it just didn't matter. She leaned forward and kissed him, her breasts sliding pleasantly over the slick material of his uniform. "Mm," she said, "you should take off your shirt so I can rub my tits all over your chest."
Kon set her down so quickly it probably qualified as dropping and whipped his shirt over his head. When he reached for her again, Steph dodged and darted through the door Tim had disappeared into.
The room behind it turned out to be a bedroom, which was exactly what she'd been hoping for. From the size of the place, she probably should have expected the giant king-size bed, but she really hadn't. Tim was leaning against the wall in the darkest corner, mostly hidden by shadow. He was down to his shirt and tights, his armor and boots stacked neatly by his feet.
Steph grinned at him and sat down on the bed to yank her boots off. Kon came in just as she was wriggling out of her tights. He watched her, grinning, then grabbed the bottoms and tugged. The tights slid off easily.
Steph decided to return the favor. She sat up and slid her fingertips down Kon's chest and abs until she got to the waistband of his tights. His erection was obvious, straining against the slick material. She leaned forward and kissed it through the cloth, mouthing wetly along the length. His hands were in her hair immediately.
He smelled - tasted - a little different, somehow. Warm, like his hands. Maybe a little spicy. Not unpleasant. She hooked her thumbs in his waistband and tugged the tights down to his thighs. His erection bobbed free. "Oh," she said when she saw it. It was bigger than Tim's, not much longer, but very thick. "/Super/," she said, and grinned. She wanted that /in/ her. She leaned back on her hands and watched Kon yank his boots and tights off - watched Tim watch him from his excellent vantage point which might have made her jealous if she wasn't about to get fucked.
When Kon was naked, she hooked her ankle behind his knee and tugged. He reached for her eagerly, then froze. "Fuck," he said, "we need-"
"I'm on the pill," she said. She stroked his arm. "And I'm clean. And Tim says you can't catch human diseases, anyway."
Kon looked over his shoulder at Tim, then, body tight with tension. Steph huffed out a sigh and caught his jaw, turning him back ot her fora kiss. "I want you to fuck me," she murmured against his mouth. "I've been wet and waiting since the party, and I want you to fuck me /right now/."
"He likes aggressive women," Tim offered.
Steph grinned and slid her legs up his sides. She gripped his chest hard between her thighs and twisted, throwing him to the bed. She pushed her self up after him until he rolled with it, and she came up on top, straddling his chest. When he just stared up at her, eyes glazed, she put her hands on either side of his head and leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his face.
He moaned and caught her by the biceps, holding her there while he licked and nibbled. Mm. She squirmed, rubbing her pussy against his chest. Behind her, Tim clicked on a lamp. Its warm glow filled the room. Kon didn't seem to notice.
"This is nice," she purred. He caught her nipple between his lips and tugged, gently. "Ooh, very nice, but-" She slid back until she chould feel his cock against her ass and pecked Kon on the lips. Her breasts squashed pleasantly against his chest. "I did say I wanted to get fucked?"
"Fuck, yeah," Kon breathed. He ran his hands up her thighs, lifting her as she took his cock in hand and guided it inside her. He let her sink back down at her own pace. Steph closed her eyes and just reveled in it, tossing her hair. She slid down slowly, feeling the stretch and slide and the body-shock, loving every second of it. She arched up and then slid down again. Kon groaned and stroked up her stomach to squeeze her breasts. He slid his hands back down to grip her hips, and then it was like she'd lost control of her own body.
He was /moving her/, she realized. Up and down, and the slide of him into her - she didn't know, from one second to the next, how she was going to move, how it would /feel/. It would have been terrifying if it weren't so damned /hot/.
"Oh, she moaned, craning her neck to look back at Tim, "Baby, he's /moving/ me."
Tim just smiled and stroked himself through his tights, and oh, fuck, he was beautiful. Her beautiful, beautiful boyfriend. /Hers/.
She came, then, shaking hard and moaning, Kon's cock inside her suddenly /more/ as she clenched and spasmed around it. He was still moving inside her, still /moving her/, fucking her right through it, and - oh, they weren't on the bed anymore. She was weightless, dizzy and spinning with nothing to hang on to but Superboy.
She hit the bed hard, her back slamming down to the mattress. Her head jerked and she bounced, just a little, before Kon was pressing her down against the bed. He tucked his face against her throat and fucked her, hard and smooth, his hips moving like pistons, rocking her with every thrust. She was jealous of Tim's view again. They should have set up /cameras/.
The sheets were silk. She hadn't noticed before - probably wouldn't have noticed at all if they didn't feel so good against her flushed skin. Every thrust of Kon's hips pushed her against them; every jerk of his hands brought her back. She wrapped her legs around his hips and just rode the movement, letting him fuck the moans up and out of her. Her nails weren't making a mark on his back. God, he was harder than /Tim/, and he still wasn't sweating. It made her want to fuck more aliens. Superman. Starfire. That Lantern with the tentacles.
Kon lost his rhythm, then, thrusting into her raggedly. She pulled him in tight with her legs and worked her pussy around him, until he clutched her hips and froze, balls deep and groaning. He thrust again, still pulsing and throbbing inside her, and she could feel the muscles in his thighs twitching like he'd run a marathon.
He collapsed to her side, then, slipping out and leaving warm wetness on her thighs. He was panting. She'd made Superboy loose his breath. She felt a little flutter of pride and stretched, luxuriously.
Movement in the corner caught her eye, and she sat up a little. Tim was naked now, hard as she'd ever seen him and flushed across his chest. Gorgeous. She held her arms out to him and he stalked toward her like an animal, all corded strength and sinew. He crawled up the bed and caught her hands in his. She expected him to lean down and kiss her; instead, he pressed her fingers into his hair and grabbed her behind the knees, pulling them up and back as he bent to kiss her thighs.
Her breath escaped her as her head hit the bed again, and she smiled. Kon started and turned to look at her, then sat up a little to watch as Tim licked and nibbled at her thighs. Steph grabbed his arm and pulled it under her head like a pillow so that she could watch, too.
Tim looked up at them and grinned, his lips and chin slick and shining. She smiled back and pushed unsubtly on the top of his head. Beside her, Kon laughed, so she kissed him on the cheek. Maybe he was getting over his uneasiness at Tim's presence. That could only be for the good, as far as she was concerned. Kon grinned and kissed her on the lips, enthusiastically enough to push her had back against his arm. She hummed happily into his mouth as Tim licked and nibbled at her labia.
"He any good at that?" Kon murmured against her ear.
"Mm," Steph said, "you know how good he is at...oh...at everything else?"
"Shit. That good?"
Steph just moaned.
"Fuck, dude. I'm supposed to be the ladies man."
Tim chuckled low in his throat and sucked harder at her clit. The vibration made Steph shiver. She arched her neck over Kon's arm as Tim slid his fingers inside her. Kon kissed her neck and licked down to her collarbone. "Oh fuck that's good," she murmured, thrusting up against Tim's face. "Make me come, baby."
"Mm, yeah," Kon agreed. He cupped her breast and breathed over her nipple. "Make her shake again." He grinned at her. "That was hot."
Steph laughed right up until they tag-teamed her, Kon licking and sucking at her breast while Tim pressed his tongue hard just above her clit, moving it in tight little circles. "Oh fuck," she gasped. Tim's fingers moved inside her, stroking and scissoring. She clutched at the sheets and kicked her heel hard as she came, jerking right out of the hold Tim had on her leg.
He pulled his fingers out of her and carefully licked them clean, smirking right at her.
When she had caught her breath, Steph sat up and grabbed his hand. She scooted backward up the bed, dragging him with her to kneel in front of her, next to Kon. His cock was so hard it had to be hurting. Kon stared down at it, then looked up at Tim, who raised his eyebrows. Finally, he looked at her.
"Hey," she said, "I told you he wouldn't be jealous. I never said he was altruistic." Kon swallowed hard and shot her a pleading look, but he let her wrap his fingers around Tim's cock and squeeze. She leaned close to breath in Kon's ear. "He likes it hard," she said, guiding his hand.
"I-" Kon stammered. "Hard."
"Mm," she purred. "Feel how hard he is? From watching us? From tasting you in me?"
"Oh, he breathed. He stared down at their joined hands, mouth slack. Tim thrust up into Kon's fist, slick and straining. He grabbed Kon's shoulder for balance, and Kon gasped, his hand spasming under hers. Steph let his hand go and sat back to just watch. Ooh, they made a pretty picture. She /really/ wished they'd set up cameras.
Kon licked his lips, and Tim surged forward, licking his way into the other boy's mouth. Kon blinked and jerked back, but Tim followed him, holding him still with a hand behind his neck. After a moment, Kon closed his eyes and relaxed into it.
"Can you taste me?" Steph asked, grinning.
Kon whimpered a little and started to kiss back.
"Can you taste /yourself/?" she continued. "Your come in his mouth?"
Kon moaned into the kiss and caught Tim's shoulder with his free hand.
"He licked me clean with that sharp little tongue. You know how he is. Can't stand a mess." She reached between them and ran her fingertips up Kon's cock. He was getting hard again. "I'm not the only one who got all sticky, you know."
Tim ripped his mouth away from Kon's with a groan. He pressed his face against Kon's throat and thrust up hard, coming into his fist. He pushed Kon back immediately and bent over his lap, sliding back down the bed to get at the right angle. "Okay, Kon?" He asked.
Kon just squeezed his eyes shut. "Are you really going to-"
"Are you going to let me?"
"Jesus, yes, just do it."
"Say it," Steph ordered. She curled up beside them and caught his sticky hand, pressing it hard against her mound. "He wants to suck your cock, Kon. Wants you to fuck his face. But you have to say it."
"Fuck," Kon moaned, "Do it, Tim. Suck me - oh."
Her boyfriend looked so /good/ with his mouth stretched tight like that, she petted his cheek with her free hand, feeling it hollow under her palm as he sucked. "I told you he was good with his mouth," she told Kon smugly.
"Oh jesus fuck."
"Mm," she agreed. She ground down hard on his palm and curled his fingers against her pussy. He seemed to be having some trouble coordinating. She couldn't blame him, really. Still, he took direction well, and when she brought his fingers together on either side of her clit, he got the hint, pinching just hard enough, letting her rub herself against the pull and tug of it.
She petted Tim's hair a little, brushing it back off his sweaty forehead. He looked up at her and went down deep, lips pressing tight to the base of Kon's cock. Beside her, Kon shouted something unintelligible. She pressed her fingertips to Tim's throat to feel the muscles working. She rocked hard against Kon's hand and came again, weaker than the last time. She was probably done for the night, even if she did decide to be greedy.
When she let Kon's hand go, he grabbed Tim's head with it, holding him still while he drove up and up. Tim groaned around his cock and let him fuck his mouth, swallowing hard around him, throat fluttering under her fingertips. Steph leaned down and pressed her lips there, feeling the blood pulsing under his skin, his muscles tight and working. She put her hand to his chest and felt his heart beat hard and fast, felt his chest shake as he fought the need to breathe.
Kon shouted again as he came, driving up into Tim's mouth so hard she knew his lips would still be red in the morning. Tim swallowed, frantically, but a little semen escaped the edge of his mouth. Steph licked it. The taste was definitely a little different.
Tim pulled back. She waited until he was done coughing and catching his breath before she pressed her lips to his, chasing the last taste of Kon's semen. He grinned into the kiss and laid down, pulling her with him. She laid her head on Kon's' chest, which rose and fell under her cheek. His heart sounded like thunder against her ear.
"You guys do this often?" Kon asked.
Steph grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her waist. He was like a personal space heater. "Mm," she said. "Sometimes." He cupped her breast, not playing or teasing, but just holding it. She kind of liked that. "Cass likes to play."
Kon's breath stuttered under her cheek. "Batgirl? Oh, wow."
"Green Arrow, that once," Tim said, beside her. He gently tugged the elastic from her very disheveled ponytail and started combing her hair out with his fingers.
"Mmhm, that was fun," Steph agreed. "Bendy, bendy boys."
"I'm beginning to suspect that Tim was never really that drunk," Kon said.
Steph laughed. Tim curled up behind her and kissed her shoulder, not denying anything.
"Does Batman know all his protegees are dirty, dirty freaks?"
"Probably," Steph said, grinning.
"Definitely," Tim corrected. "And if he didn't before, he would, now."
"Huh?" Kon said.
"He's pretty aware of what goes on in his own bedrooms, Kon."
"Jesus!" Kon said. He tried to sit up, but Steph and Tim pushed him back down. "Fuck, we just - /Batman's bed?/"
"Not one he uses often," Tim said. "But we triggered the motion sensors when we teleported in, and he's going to check the video logs eventually."
It was Steph's turn to sit up, then, turning to look at Tim. "Video?"
"Mmhm," he said.
She flopped back down between them. "I love you so much," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "You're the best boyfriend ever. Ever!"
END.
I kind of want this to be a series called "Tim and Steph Do The DCU," only I don't want to be the only one writing it. Somebody pick up the challenge! Write more Tim/Steph/??? in this universe, and I will, too. I don't want to play by myself!
Author:
iesika Rating/Warning: Feelthy smut.
Characters: Steph, Kon, Tim
Spoilers/Continuity: During/following JLA: Welcome To The Working Week (which I have not actually read).
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me.
Summary: Hey, I said my boyfriend wouldn't be jealous. I never said he was altruistic.
Notes: This was inspired by this scan of Steph and Kon dancing together, and by
faile_neume promising to love me forever if I wrote it. I'm kind of easy that way. Shh - don't tell anyone. Also, this is the first time I've written het smut, and also the first time I've written more than two people having sex. It was surprisingly fun. You should probably expect more.Also, I really don't know where to post this. Suggestions?
Steph knew she was lucky to have a guy like Tim in her life. He’d stood by her through the pregnancy. He'd trained her as a vigilante. He gave /really/ good presents. Plus, he was hot. And he had hot friends. And…Steph grinned under her cowl as she looked around. Yeah, he got her into the /best/ parties.
This one would have been awesome even if it weren’t full of superheroes. The bass was thumping, and everyone was having a great time. Still, the best part was definitely the company, even if the big-bigs were all in the other room.
Or, no – the best part was that she was /here/. Steph was at a /superhero party/ thrown by the /Justice League/, on the /Watchtower/, which was hurtling through /outer-fucking-space/. She was pretty sure the circumstances qualified for the coolest date /ever/, or would have if Tim hadn’t abandoned her to go network, or be a dorky fanboy, or whatever he was doing over there. They should be doing the dorky fan-people thing /together/.
Cass seemed to be having a good time, at least. She had disappeared ten minutes ago and then reappeared twenty feet over their heads, perched with her mask off and just watching the crowd.
God, it had to be like /porn/ for her.
“Hey!” a voice called from somewhere behind her. “Spoiler? Hey!”
She turned around, and there was Superboy, pushing through the crowd. He’d changed his costume again since she’d seen him last, and grown his hair out some. It was a good look, but she missed the jacket he was wearing in the poster by her bed. Steph had one of those jackets, though not a licensed one. She’d bought it back when she and Dean were dating. Tim got a kick whenever she wore it.
Superboy got stuck a few feet away, behind a blue couple who seemed oblivious to his shoving. He just shrugged and flew over them, snagging her hand on the way. They touched down on the edge of the dance floor where the crowd was thinner. Steph was pretty sure her grin would have been embarrassing if anyone could have seen it. Cass was probably laughing at her, anyway.
The music was so loud that Superboy had to lean in and shout in order to be heard. “Haven’t seen you since Zandia!”
“Robin never takes me anywhere!” she shouted back.
Superboy just laughed. “I can imagine! He’s a great guy, but he’s got to be a crappy boyfriend. Just how big is the stick up his ass, anyway?”
“The last time we tried that? About eight inches.”
“What?”
“I said I think he ditched me to go talk shop,” she shouted. “It’s a good thing you came to rescue me!”
“Absolutely! Damsels in distress are kind of my thing!” He yanked her out onto the floor and spun her around.
Over at the other end of the floor, the DJ was arguing with a skinny guy in a green hood. The guy brandished some kind of flute like it was a weapon. The DJ got a panicked look on her face and the music abruptly got a lot quieter.
“Damn it, Piper!” somebody shouted.
Steph didn’t mind, though. Now that she had someone to talk to, it was nice not to have to shout so much.
“My hero,” she said, and wrapped her arms around Superboy’s neck. He dipped her low, almost to the floor, and pulled her up into another dizzying spin.
Steph caught sight of her boyfriend across the room. Nightwing was trying to drag him out onto the floor. Tim was laughing and backing away. That made Steph feel a little better about the no dancing thing; if Nightwing couldn’t talk Tim into it, then no one could.
She watched Tim casually nerve-strike his brother and shove him out onto the dance floor. He looked up then and met her eye. She pulled Superboy closer and ran her calf up the back of his leg. Tim raised his eyebrows, smirked, and then disappeared into the crowd.
The first time she’d worn the jacket for Tim, he’d nearly driven her through the mattress. Her favorite pillowcase still had a tear in it.
Steph spun around and pressed her back to Superboy’s chest. His hands came up and hovered, awkwardly, until she grabbed them and placed them firmly on her hips. “Superboy-” she started.
“Kon.”
She let her head fall back against his shoulder. “Kon,” she said in his ear. “I bet /you/ know how to treat a lady.”
“Uh,” Kon said. Steph just smiled and pressed back against him. He stumbled a little, so she reached back and grabbed his hips. This time he didn’t move away when she ground back against him. She kissed his jaw through her cowl, just below his ear. “Listen, Steph…It’s Steph, right?” he said.
Steph let go of him long enough to drag one of his hands over her stomach. She could see the tightness in his jaw when he swallowed.
“You’re hot. I mean, smokin’ hot. But your boyfriend’s been my friend since I was, like, /born/, and I’m not that guy.”
“We’re just dancing,” Steph said, and slid a hand back to grip Kon’s ass.
“If you’re trying to make him jealous-“
“Oh” Steph said, “don’t worry. He won't be jealous.”
Tim, as usual, had perfect timing. He appeared out of the crowd with three drinks in red plastic cups, and Kon threw himself back and up by at least a foot.
“You look like you’re having a good time,” Tim said as he handed her a cup.
“Absolutely!”
“Hey!” Kon said, “Robin! Where have you been? Your poor girlfriend’s been missing you.”
“Steph can find her own fun,” Tim said, and the twitch in his cheek meant he was probably winking at her behind his mask. She grinned.
“Okay,” Kon said. He flew down to their level and took the cup Tim offered, “but man, it’s going to be your loss if she gives up on you and runs off with some other dude in tights.” He took a sip of his drink, then coughed. “Woo! Where’d you get this? They wouldn’t give me anything but soda!”
Curious, Steph pulled her cowl up a little and tried a sip of her drink. It was just strawberry zesti. She cocked her head at Tim, and he smiled. “You have to know how to ask,” he said, and took a deep swallow of his own drink.
“You threatened the bartender?” Kon asked. “Or was it blackmail. No, wait, I don’t want to know. Damn this stuff is strong.”
Steph drained her cup. When Kon looked at her in surprise, she smiled at him. “Hey, I’m from /Gotham/,” she said, making it exactly as much of a challenge as it should have been.
Kon rolled his eyes and took another sip.
Beside her, Tim grinned a broad, soppy grin and leaned against her shoulder. “How many have you had?” she asked.
He just shrugged.
“And you still won’t dance with me?”
“He’s too self-conscious,” Kon told her, speaking slowly and carefully. “Thinks too much.” He crushed his empty cup and flung it toward a table.
“Make him dance with me,” Steph ordered, pouting.
“Far be it from me to refuse a pretty lady,” Kon said, “but I can’t /make/ Rob do anything. If /you/ can’t do it with your…” he gestured at her chest “…feminine wiles…”
“You’ve got some ‘wiles’ of your own,” Steph said, and pinched his ass. When he jumped, she grabbed Tim by the hands and pulled him close, pressing her chest against his and moving with the music. The corners of Tim’s mouth twitched, but he refused to budge. She grinned and spun him around, until he was pressed against Kon. Kon tried to back up, but she grabbed his hands and set them on Tim’s hips. “Make him move?” she asked.
“He’s too stiff!”
Steph smiled and leaned in close to Tim’s ear. “Are you?” she asked.
The corner of his mouth twitched again, and he pressed against her leg. She knew she was only feeling his armor, but she got the message loud and clear. She nuzzled against his throat.
Kon tried to back away, but she kept her hands on his and pressed against Tim, driving him back against his friend.
Tim kissed her, long and deep, and she had to hold Kon’s hands pretty tight to keep him from escaping. When Tim laid his head on her shoulder and started nibbling her ear, she giggled and looked at Kon over his head.
“He is going to be /so/ embarrassed in the morning. Will you help me get him home?”
“Yeah,” Kon said quickly, sounding relieved. “Sure, yeah.” He tugged until she let go of his hands, and put an arm around Tim’s shoulders. “Teleporters?”
"Ugh," Steph said, "I hope he doesn't barf on me." She took Tim's arm and led them off the floor.
Kon got his back slapped a few times as they made their way through the crowd. Steph saw Nightwing dancing in the middle of a train. He raised his eyebrows at the three of them as they passed. Mary Marvel and Supergirl had flown up to join Cass on her perch. Steph waved at them as they left the room, and Cass laughed so hard that Supergirl reached out a hand to steady her.
The halls were eerily quiet after the thump of the dance floor. They passed a few people before they found the right place, but Steph didn’t recognize any of them. Luckily, there was no one in the teleportation room, so when Kon asked them where they were going, Tim leaned in and spoke the coordinates directly into his ear. She went through first, ostensibly so she could catch Tim on the other end.
When the inside-out vertigo passed, she stumbled out of the landing zone and looked around. She wasn’t in the Cave. This was Gotham, all right – the view out the huge floor-to-ceiling windows put them smack in the middle of downtown – but not somewhere she’d ever been. It was pretty damned posh, actually…probably a penthouse apartment. And it was /huge/. Steph was hardly an expert, but she knew rich when she saw it, and whoever owned this place was rolling in it.
There was a hum, and then a buzz, and then a flash, and Tim appeared beside her.
She pulled off her cowl. “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” she said.
He just smiled and took his mask off. Steph grabbed him by the belt and yanked him closer. She hit the hidden switch that would let her take it off without gassing or electrocuting herself, and let it drop to the floor. Undressing Tim always felt a little like disarming a weapon. He could probably do it faster, but he knew how much she liked doing it herself. She grabbed his right gauntlet and pulled it slowly down his arm.
There was a hum. Tim yanked off his other glove and backed her against the arm of a couch that probably cost more than her house. She heard the buzz just as he kissed her, damp fingers tangling in her hair.
She missed the flash somewhere in the resulting fireworks.
“Whoa,” Kon said. Steph opened her eyes. He was standing a few feet behind Tim, eyes wide. “I’ll, um…” He looked around. “This isn’t the Batcave. Is this /Tim’s/ place? Is it, uh, safe to leave you guys here or…”
Tim let her go and leaned against the couch beside her, so Steph pushed away and stalked toward Kon. “Oh don’t go,” she said. “I don’t know how I’ll handle him by myself.”
“Um. You were,” Kon backed up a step, holding his hands out like he thought she was planning an attack. “uh, handling him pretty well. I mean -”
“And I haven’t thanked you for your help.”
“No need!” he yelped, “you know, the S, it’s what we do!” He took a step toward the windows. Steph caught his hand and stopped him. When he looked down at her, she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. He closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief.
The second kiss wasn’t quite so chaste. He gasped when she licked his mouth, and she took advantage of his parted lips to run her tongue along his teeth. Whatever Tim had given him, it had been strong enough that she could taste it on Kon’s breath.
Kon made a little sound, low and breathy, and Steph smiled against his mouth. She cupped his jaw in her hands and pressed closer to him, petting his calf with her ankle. His hands came to rest on her sides, and she kissed him harder, licking his tongue until he kissed back, eyes closed.
She felt hands on her sides, just below Kon’s, and hummed happily. Tim kissed the nape of her neck and tapped the inside of her ankle with the toe of his boot. When she spread her legs, he slid one hand down over her ass to press between her thighs, stroking her hard through her tights.
Kon kissed her back, tentatively at first, and then with a little more abandon, but still very gently. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it, trying to match her rhythm to the pace of Tim’s hand. She could feel Kon’s erection against her stomach, hot and obvious through the tights. Tim pressed his fingertips hard against her clit and she rocked against the pressure, clutching Kon tightly against her and shaking as she moaned through her sudden orgasm.
“Oh,” Kon breathed, opening his eyes. “Did you just-“ His eyes widened as he looked over her shoulder.
Tim’s hand withdrew to cup her breast through her top. She rubbed her thighs together happily, enjoying the lingering tingle. “Mmm,” she agreed. Her tights were damp, now. She couldn’t wait to get out of them.
Tim must have read her mind, because he unbuckled her belts and pulled them free. She wiggled a little when he grabbed the edge of her top, and yanked her gloves off so he could pull it up and off.
Kon just stared, eyes still wide.
Her bra was more practical than sexy, heavily reinforced and solid enough to act like another layer of armor. She had /shirts/ that showed more skin. From the way Kon was staring at her chest, though, she might as well have been modeling for Victoria's Sececret. Okay, Superboy was a boob man. She could live with that.
Tim must have been reading her mind again, because he unsnapped tha back of her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Steph shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.
The support in that thing was fantastic, but it always felt damn good to take it off. Steph cupped her breasts, lifting their weight and massaging a little of the day's ache away.
Kon licked his lips.
"Nice, aren't they?" Tim asked.
Kon startled. His gaze jerked up to meet Tim's. She turned and took a step away so that she could see them both. Without taking his eyes off Kon, Tim reached up and popped the quick-release on his gorget. The heavy material of his cape hissed as it slid down his back to the floor. He stood there for a moment, then smirked at Kon and walked backward into a darkened doorway, where he disappeared into shadow. Kon stared after him in silence, then turned to look at her. "He really doesn't mind?" he asked.
"Really not," Steph said, smiling. She caught his hand and pulled his glove off. His skin was warm - very warm - but dry. She wondered if he sweated at all. His hand was bigger than Tim's. She brought it to her breast.
Kon made a soft sound. He brushed her nipple with his thumb, and she moaned. He ripped the glove off his free hand with his teeth and grabbed her hip, lifting her off her feet and pulling her close. Steph laughed and kicked her feet a few inches above the floor. Being held by his power felt strange - less like gravity didn't apply and more like it just didn't matter. She leaned forward and kissed him, her breasts sliding pleasantly over the slick material of his uniform. "Mm," she said, "you should take off your shirt so I can rub my tits all over your chest."
Kon set her down so quickly it probably qualified as dropping and whipped his shirt over his head. When he reached for her again, Steph dodged and darted through the door Tim had disappeared into.
The room behind it turned out to be a bedroom, which was exactly what she'd been hoping for. From the size of the place, she probably should have expected the giant king-size bed, but she really hadn't. Tim was leaning against the wall in the darkest corner, mostly hidden by shadow. He was down to his shirt and tights, his armor and boots stacked neatly by his feet.
Steph grinned at him and sat down on the bed to yank her boots off. Kon came in just as she was wriggling out of her tights. He watched her, grinning, then grabbed the bottoms and tugged. The tights slid off easily.
Steph decided to return the favor. She sat up and slid her fingertips down Kon's chest and abs until she got to the waistband of his tights. His erection was obvious, straining against the slick material. She leaned forward and kissed it through the cloth, mouthing wetly along the length. His hands were in her hair immediately.
He smelled - tasted - a little different, somehow. Warm, like his hands. Maybe a little spicy. Not unpleasant. She hooked her thumbs in his waistband and tugged the tights down to his thighs. His erection bobbed free. "Oh," she said when she saw it. It was bigger than Tim's, not much longer, but very thick. "/Super/," she said, and grinned. She wanted that /in/ her. She leaned back on her hands and watched Kon yank his boots and tights off - watched Tim watch him from his excellent vantage point which might have made her jealous if she wasn't about to get fucked.
When Kon was naked, she hooked her ankle behind his knee and tugged. He reached for her eagerly, then froze. "Fuck," he said, "we need-"
"I'm on the pill," she said. She stroked his arm. "And I'm clean. And Tim says you can't catch human diseases, anyway."
Kon looked over his shoulder at Tim, then, body tight with tension. Steph huffed out a sigh and caught his jaw, turning him back ot her fora kiss. "I want you to fuck me," she murmured against his mouth. "I've been wet and waiting since the party, and I want you to fuck me /right now/."
"He likes aggressive women," Tim offered.
Steph grinned and slid her legs up his sides. She gripped his chest hard between her thighs and twisted, throwing him to the bed. She pushed her self up after him until he rolled with it, and she came up on top, straddling his chest. When he just stared up at her, eyes glazed, she put her hands on either side of his head and leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his face.
He moaned and caught her by the biceps, holding her there while he licked and nibbled. Mm. She squirmed, rubbing her pussy against his chest. Behind her, Tim clicked on a lamp. Its warm glow filled the room. Kon didn't seem to notice.
"This is nice," she purred. He caught her nipple between his lips and tugged, gently. "Ooh, very nice, but-" She slid back until she chould feel his cock against her ass and pecked Kon on the lips. Her breasts squashed pleasantly against his chest. "I did say I wanted to get fucked?"
"Fuck, yeah," Kon breathed. He ran his hands up her thighs, lifting her as she took his cock in hand and guided it inside her. He let her sink back down at her own pace. Steph closed her eyes and just reveled in it, tossing her hair. She slid down slowly, feeling the stretch and slide and the body-shock, loving every second of it. She arched up and then slid down again. Kon groaned and stroked up her stomach to squeeze her breasts. He slid his hands back down to grip her hips, and then it was like she'd lost control of her own body.
He was /moving her/, she realized. Up and down, and the slide of him into her - she didn't know, from one second to the next, how she was going to move, how it would /feel/. It would have been terrifying if it weren't so damned /hot/.
"Oh, she moaned, craning her neck to look back at Tim, "Baby, he's /moving/ me."
Tim just smiled and stroked himself through his tights, and oh, fuck, he was beautiful. Her beautiful, beautiful boyfriend. /Hers/.
She came, then, shaking hard and moaning, Kon's cock inside her suddenly /more/ as she clenched and spasmed around it. He was still moving inside her, still /moving her/, fucking her right through it, and - oh, they weren't on the bed anymore. She was weightless, dizzy and spinning with nothing to hang on to but Superboy.
She hit the bed hard, her back slamming down to the mattress. Her head jerked and she bounced, just a little, before Kon was pressing her down against the bed. He tucked his face against her throat and fucked her, hard and smooth, his hips moving like pistons, rocking her with every thrust. She was jealous of Tim's view again. They should have set up /cameras/.
The sheets were silk. She hadn't noticed before - probably wouldn't have noticed at all if they didn't feel so good against her flushed skin. Every thrust of Kon's hips pushed her against them; every jerk of his hands brought her back. She wrapped her legs around his hips and just rode the movement, letting him fuck the moans up and out of her. Her nails weren't making a mark on his back. God, he was harder than /Tim/, and he still wasn't sweating. It made her want to fuck more aliens. Superman. Starfire. That Lantern with the tentacles.
Kon lost his rhythm, then, thrusting into her raggedly. She pulled him in tight with her legs and worked her pussy around him, until he clutched her hips and froze, balls deep and groaning. He thrust again, still pulsing and throbbing inside her, and she could feel the muscles in his thighs twitching like he'd run a marathon.
He collapsed to her side, then, slipping out and leaving warm wetness on her thighs. He was panting. She'd made Superboy loose his breath. She felt a little flutter of pride and stretched, luxuriously.
Movement in the corner caught her eye, and she sat up a little. Tim was naked now, hard as she'd ever seen him and flushed across his chest. Gorgeous. She held her arms out to him and he stalked toward her like an animal, all corded strength and sinew. He crawled up the bed and caught her hands in his. She expected him to lean down and kiss her; instead, he pressed her fingers into his hair and grabbed her behind the knees, pulling them up and back as he bent to kiss her thighs.
Her breath escaped her as her head hit the bed again, and she smiled. Kon started and turned to look at her, then sat up a little to watch as Tim licked and nibbled at her thighs. Steph grabbed his arm and pulled it under her head like a pillow so that she could watch, too.
Tim looked up at them and grinned, his lips and chin slick and shining. She smiled back and pushed unsubtly on the top of his head. Beside her, Kon laughed, so she kissed him on the cheek. Maybe he was getting over his uneasiness at Tim's presence. That could only be for the good, as far as she was concerned. Kon grinned and kissed her on the lips, enthusiastically enough to push her had back against his arm. She hummed happily into his mouth as Tim licked and nibbled at her labia.
"He any good at that?" Kon murmured against her ear.
"Mm," Steph said, "you know how good he is at...oh...at everything else?"
"Shit. That good?"
Steph just moaned.
"Fuck, dude. I'm supposed to be the ladies man."
Tim chuckled low in his throat and sucked harder at her clit. The vibration made Steph shiver. She arched her neck over Kon's arm as Tim slid his fingers inside her. Kon kissed her neck and licked down to her collarbone. "Oh fuck that's good," she murmured, thrusting up against Tim's face. "Make me come, baby."
"Mm, yeah," Kon agreed. He cupped her breast and breathed over her nipple. "Make her shake again." He grinned at her. "That was hot."
Steph laughed right up until they tag-teamed her, Kon licking and sucking at her breast while Tim pressed his tongue hard just above her clit, moving it in tight little circles. "Oh fuck," she gasped. Tim's fingers moved inside her, stroking and scissoring. She clutched at the sheets and kicked her heel hard as she came, jerking right out of the hold Tim had on her leg.
He pulled his fingers out of her and carefully licked them clean, smirking right at her.
When she had caught her breath, Steph sat up and grabbed his hand. She scooted backward up the bed, dragging him with her to kneel in front of her, next to Kon. His cock was so hard it had to be hurting. Kon stared down at it, then looked up at Tim, who raised his eyebrows. Finally, he looked at her.
"Hey," she said, "I told you he wouldn't be jealous. I never said he was altruistic." Kon swallowed hard and shot her a pleading look, but he let her wrap his fingers around Tim's cock and squeeze. She leaned close to breath in Kon's ear. "He likes it hard," she said, guiding his hand.
"I-" Kon stammered. "Hard."
"Mm," she purred. "Feel how hard he is? From watching us? From tasting you in me?"
"Oh, he breathed. He stared down at their joined hands, mouth slack. Tim thrust up into Kon's fist, slick and straining. He grabbed Kon's shoulder for balance, and Kon gasped, his hand spasming under hers. Steph let his hand go and sat back to just watch. Ooh, they made a pretty picture. She /really/ wished they'd set up cameras.
Kon licked his lips, and Tim surged forward, licking his way into the other boy's mouth. Kon blinked and jerked back, but Tim followed him, holding him still with a hand behind his neck. After a moment, Kon closed his eyes and relaxed into it.
"Can you taste me?" Steph asked, grinning.
Kon whimpered a little and started to kiss back.
"Can you taste /yourself/?" she continued. "Your come in his mouth?"
Kon moaned into the kiss and caught Tim's shoulder with his free hand.
"He licked me clean with that sharp little tongue. You know how he is. Can't stand a mess." She reached between them and ran her fingertips up Kon's cock. He was getting hard again. "I'm not the only one who got all sticky, you know."
Tim ripped his mouth away from Kon's with a groan. He pressed his face against Kon's throat and thrust up hard, coming into his fist. He pushed Kon back immediately and bent over his lap, sliding back down the bed to get at the right angle. "Okay, Kon?" He asked.
Kon just squeezed his eyes shut. "Are you really going to-"
"Are you going to let me?"
"Jesus, yes, just do it."
"Say it," Steph ordered. She curled up beside them and caught his sticky hand, pressing it hard against her mound. "He wants to suck your cock, Kon. Wants you to fuck his face. But you have to say it."
"Fuck," Kon moaned, "Do it, Tim. Suck me - oh."
Her boyfriend looked so /good/ with his mouth stretched tight like that, she petted his cheek with her free hand, feeling it hollow under her palm as he sucked. "I told you he was good with his mouth," she told Kon smugly.
"Oh jesus fuck."
"Mm," she agreed. She ground down hard on his palm and curled his fingers against her pussy. He seemed to be having some trouble coordinating. She couldn't blame him, really. Still, he took direction well, and when she brought his fingers together on either side of her clit, he got the hint, pinching just hard enough, letting her rub herself against the pull and tug of it.
She petted Tim's hair a little, brushing it back off his sweaty forehead. He looked up at her and went down deep, lips pressing tight to the base of Kon's cock. Beside her, Kon shouted something unintelligible. She pressed her fingertips to Tim's throat to feel the muscles working. She rocked hard against Kon's hand and came again, weaker than the last time. She was probably done for the night, even if she did decide to be greedy.
When she let Kon's hand go, he grabbed Tim's head with it, holding him still while he drove up and up. Tim groaned around his cock and let him fuck his mouth, swallowing hard around him, throat fluttering under her fingertips. Steph leaned down and pressed her lips there, feeling the blood pulsing under his skin, his muscles tight and working. She put her hand to his chest and felt his heart beat hard and fast, felt his chest shake as he fought the need to breathe.
Kon shouted again as he came, driving up into Tim's mouth so hard she knew his lips would still be red in the morning. Tim swallowed, frantically, but a little semen escaped the edge of his mouth. Steph licked it. The taste was definitely a little different.
Tim pulled back. She waited until he was done coughing and catching his breath before she pressed her lips to his, chasing the last taste of Kon's semen. He grinned into the kiss and laid down, pulling her with him. She laid her head on Kon's' chest, which rose and fell under her cheek. His heart sounded like thunder against her ear.
"You guys do this often?" Kon asked.
Steph grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her waist. He was like a personal space heater. "Mm," she said. "Sometimes." He cupped her breast, not playing or teasing, but just holding it. She kind of liked that. "Cass likes to play."
Kon's breath stuttered under her cheek. "Batgirl? Oh, wow."
"Green Arrow, that once," Tim said, beside her. He gently tugged the elastic from her very disheveled ponytail and started combing her hair out with his fingers.
"Mmhm, that was fun," Steph agreed. "Bendy, bendy boys."
"I'm beginning to suspect that Tim was never really that drunk," Kon said.
Steph laughed. Tim curled up behind her and kissed her shoulder, not denying anything.
"Does Batman know all his protegees are dirty, dirty freaks?"
"Probably," Steph said, grinning.
"Definitely," Tim corrected. "And if he didn't before, he would, now."
"Huh?" Kon said.
"He's pretty aware of what goes on in his own bedrooms, Kon."
"Jesus!" Kon said. He tried to sit up, but Steph and Tim pushed him back down. "Fuck, we just - /Batman's bed?/"
"Not one he uses often," Tim said. "But we triggered the motion sensors when we teleported in, and he's going to check the video logs eventually."
It was Steph's turn to sit up, then, turning to look at Tim. "Video?"
"Mmhm," he said.
She flopped back down between them. "I love you so much," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "You're the best boyfriend ever. Ever!"
END.
I kind of want this to be a series called "Tim and Steph Do The DCU," only I don't want to be the only one writing it. Somebody pick up the challenge! Write more Tim/Steph/??? in this universe, and I will, too. I don't want to play by myself!
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Date: 2009-07-12 10:10 am (UTC)Seriously, I'm glad you liked it. I was kid of iffy about the porn level. I'm feel weird about porn I write. This one in particular turned out kind of id-beast.
Also, I was just thinking you needed to wake up and read this (I'm at the far end of an all nighter, and hopped up on coffee and lack of sleep and thus kind of hyper and impatient. I've made like 15 icons since posting this. ) Except I just checked your profile and you're in the future, so you probably weren't asleep! Hello from five am!
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Date: 2009-07-12 10:16 am (UTC)The porn was great, I'm iffy about writing porn too so I understand the stress.
I'm in the future! Awesome! It's currently 8.15 PM on Sunday night. I had been eating dinner rather than sleeping. ALl nighters are killers. I hope you don't have sleep madness!
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Date: 2009-07-12 10:28 am (UTC)Technically, I'm working. Technically. Mostly I'm still making icons.
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Date: 2009-07-12 10:39 am (UTC)See? See? *points*
I just uploaded like a bazillion.
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Date: 2009-07-12 10:42 am (UTC)Lol Tim and Kon.
Curse you and your ability to upload more than 15 userpics.
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Date: 2009-07-12 05:49 pm (UTC)...I mean... that was terribly well done and makes me wish I knew the canon better so that I could help you with this fic series idea...
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Date: 2009-07-12 06:15 pm (UTC)I could absolutely do for you what I tried to do for Anne and send you a few thousand comics in .cbr format. Unfortunately, SOMEONE HACKED THE POST OFFICE and stole her present, so that didn't work out. ^_^;
Oh, remember the crack I was talking about last night? How in DC all the crack is real? Kon, mentioned here, is the clone of Superman and Lex Luthor (he doesn't know about the Luthor half at this point in his history, though) and as depicted here...he's maybe two years old at the most (World's Horniest Toddler!). He has a power called tactile telekinesis, which is really sort of an extended aura that gives him control of anything he's touching - hence his ability to fling Steph around like
sextoy.You shall join me in the Dark Side. Together we will be strong! JOIN ME AND WE WILL RULE THE WORLD. Possibly through tentacle porn.
TEMPTS YOU WITH GORILLA/BRAININAJAR.
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Date: 2009-07-13 04:53 pm (UTC)My only problem is that I don't have time to devote to such a pursuit at present -_-; I'm having a hard enough time finishing fics I've had going for years...
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Date: 2009-07-13 04:28 pm (UTC)I loved this! It was sexy and funny and Kon was adorably mixed up. And if you do make this a challenge, there would probably be some fic from me in it.
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Date: 2009-07-17 02:38 am (UTC)I thought your prompt was "Kon/Spoiler dance-off. Winner gets to take Tim home." But this is miles better! I LOVE that Tim is the experienced, manipulative sexual predator here and Kon is the naive one. SO freaking hot! And Stephanie is a loving girlfriend and little minx without being a slut. (I've just resurfaced from a spate of Spolier-bashing fanfics so this is a relief).
They did this with Conner! And Cassandra! THERE MUST BE FICS FOR THIS!
OMG, Batman gets his proteges to make home porn videos for him!
Hot damn this was good! I love that Steph and Kon didn't have to compete for Tim's affection and Kon was being nice to Steph (he was a dick to her that one time in Teen Titans), especially because I ship both Tim/ Steph and Tim/ Kon.
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Date: 2009-07-17 03:08 am (UTC)Well, that's how the discussion started...then I derailed it. Into Porn Land.
I LOVE that Tim is the experienced, manipulative sexual predator here and Kon is the naive one.
I think tag-teamed, flustered Kon may have been my favorite part of writing this. No wait, Steph talking dirty was my favorite. But Kon was a close second.
(I've just resurfaced from a spate of Spolier-bashing fanfics That makes me so sad...Steph is awesome!
They did this with Conner! And Cassandra! THERE MUST BE FICS FOR THIS!
I agree! Write one!
OMG, Batman gets his proteges to make home porn videos for him! I never said he encouraged the behavior.
I agree with you about the lack of fighting and character bashing. That's what threesomes are for (I swear, my default setting seems to be OT3)! It helps that this is pre-Girl Wonder. I'm pretty sure the JLA party was the second time she and Kon met.
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Date: 2009-07-20 07:02 pm (UTC)...damn, I wanna write Tim/Steph/Jason. *already RP it so... >>;;*
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Date: 2009-07-20 10:50 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. ^_^
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Date: 2009-07-22 07:43 pm (UTC)*goes to read*
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Date: 2009-08-03 02:19 pm (UTC)This is like a nostalgic blast from 2004. *delights in it*
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Date: 2009-08-04 09:48 pm (UTC)You know, since you're a Kon/Steph/Tim fan, I ought to tell you...I just started a threesome community called
And I made a big damned list. You are on it! I've got you down for 14 fics...you should let me know if I've missed any.
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Date: 2009-09-11 12:34 am (UTC)"Oh, he breathed. He stared down at their joined hands, mouth slack. Tim thrust up into Kon's fist, slick and straining. He grabbed Kon's shoulder for balance, and Kon gasped, his hand spasming under hers. Steph let his hand go and sat back to just watch. Ooh, they made a pretty picture. She /really/ wished they'd set up cameras."
The picture - really crack, and perfect inspiration.
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Date: 2009-12-14 08:16 pm (UTC). . .I'd be in my bunk if I wasn't in my cubicle. Holy shit, woman, that was hot.
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Date: 2010-06-23 10:48 pm (UTC)Love ya
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