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thejusticelounge2012-03-31 02:49 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-03-31 02:49 pm
the distance between sense and sensibility (and the loss of both)
Tim didn’t know where he was. As much as he hated to admit to anything like that - because he simply didn’t do something so trivial and mindless as getting lost, he had to admit he’d taken a wrong turn somewhere and now…here he was. Except that Tim had absolutely no idea where here was.
All he was really aware of was that the room - garden - whatever this was - was incredibly beautiful. It was completely filled with plants of all varieties, both of a species he could name, and those he simply couldn’t - didn’t know they’d existed until today. It was clearly a garden that had collected both plants from earth and those from other planets, and Tim was glad he’d somehow managed to find his way here. It was a room full of mystery, full of wonder - full of things to be studied and learned.
He hesitated only for a moment - caution warning him that anything in here could be poisonous - before he gave into the urge and reached out to brush his fingers lightly over a particularly striking looking plant, pulling back his hand as it seemed to shift under the caress. Entranced as he was by his surroundings, it didn’t take long - though longer than Tim would care to admit or be comfortable with - for Tim to notice he wasn’t alone.
“Who’s there?”
sense
“Yo.”
Kon appeared from behind a tree and eyed Tim. “Dude, I can’t believe I actually snuck up on you. You feeling okay?”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” Tim grumbled, eyes narrowing as he tried to glare at Kon. Don’t let it get to his head - unlike whatever it was that was getting to Tim’s head. And if he wasn’t answering the question it was probably because he wasn’t sure.
Him. Not sure. There was definitely something going on beyond what he was seeing here, and Tim couldn’t quite concentrate long enough to think about what it was.
If he’d admit it to himself (and he wasn’t having much of a choice), he was very distinctly distracted by…well. Kon.
Kon smirked from his position by the tree. “So you were curious too, huh?” he asked. At Tim’s blank expression Kon sighed and clarified. “About the horny pheromones or whatever. What Bai talked about. Man, I can’t believe she had an orgy without me.”
Well, that explained the hot flashes. And Tim was not about to admit that he hadn’t, in fact, known that was where he was. As if he could have been anywhere else with this many trees. “There’re a lot more varieties of plants than that,” Tim concluded, trying really hard not to stare at Kon’s mouth.
It wasn’t as easy as it should have been, and control was usually something Tim prided himself in having a lot of. “And I thought maybe there was a specific one that was causing the…problems.”
“Probably.” Kon frowned as he studied Tim. “Or maybe it’s the combination of all of them. How long have you been here?” Because something was distinctly…off…about his bat-friend.
Tim flushed at that question, shifting a little and glancing away from Kon. Mostly because he couldn’t focus on anything but his friend’s lips, and he’d already unconsciously taken a step closer. “I lost track of time.”
Kon’s frown deepened, and he tried to take a step back, to get more space between them, but he was already against the tree. “…that can’t be good. Um. are you feeling….” He could not ask Tim if he was feeling horny. He just couldn’t. “….off?” he finished.
Tim blinked a little and licked his lips before he spoke again. He’d already figured out that something wasn’t normal but since he was being asked about it, he needed to actually find a way to describe it.
Finally, he settled for, “Actually. Uh…I’m feeling kind of…hot.” The last part was more than a little mumbled.
Um.” Kon said again. “Yeah?” he asked, tentatively. “Like…feverish hot or uh…other kinds of hot?” Yeah, that was specific. But it was hard to think when Tim was so close and licking his lips like that, because if someone thought that Kon hadn’t noticed exactly how pretty Tim’s mouth was, they’d be so, so wrong.
Tim wasn’t helping matters. Not that he quite knew exactly what he was doing because he just didn’t think about things like that - but he bit his lower lip as he thought about it for another moment. “Just.” One unconscious step closer. “Hot.” He tilted his head up to look at Kon - and it would be obvious enough; his eyes had gone dark with the pollen’s effect.
sensibility
Jason should have known better. After all, after what had happened with Kyle…
But then he’d wanted to investigate it a bit, PLUS he and Kyle’d made up, sorta, and it WAS rather nice and warm in the arborteum and actually the Watchtower was kinda cold.
Just a little!
Jay didn’t care about the cold much - not really, he’d been in Russia before of course - but if he could have warm he’d take it.
And…
Huh.
“So you’re here too,” he said, not terribly pleasedabout the Replacement. Dammit. And…
someone else. With the boy. his girlfriend.
But wasn’t the replacement’s girlfriend blonde?
Having Ravager - Rose - flying out of the bushes and assaulting him was bad enough but, even as he was trying to push her off him (albeit not as forcefully as he probably should have been trying - and he was really going to question this once he got his head on straight), he heard a familiar voice from close by.
Not the most familiar voice ever - but familiar enough that Tim knew things had gone from bad to worse. The two people he absolutely did not want to be catching him off-guard, and here he was, flat on his back, body gone surprisingly warm.
“Rose, get off me,” he growled - but his breathing had also gone a little more ragged than he was expecting, and when he glanced over at Jason, his mind and body did not react how he was expecting it to react.
Traitorous things that they were, instead of anger, his mind whispered “whoa, he’s hot” none-too-subtly to his consciousness.
Rose turned in annoyance to see who else was speaking, but then realized it was just that…older Robin. Not Hottie McHotterson Nightwing, but it’s not like ex-Robin was anything less that gorgeous either.
She’d been allowed to cool off in the arboretum after the thing with Black Mask and Terra, but this place was more over-heated than anything. Yet, despite how much she loathed over-heating, it felt really nice here. And Red Robin showing up only made the place all the better.
And now his older brother? Well. Things were really starting to pick up.
She didn’t get off Tim, but she sat up on him, coyly looking at older!Robin and crooking her finger at him. What was his name again? Did she really care?
“Come to join the party, big brother?” She purred, a ravenous smile on her face.
Jason was torn. Tim’s face looked completely ‘noooo!’ about the fact that a rather pretty girl was sitting on his lap, which totally made Jason’s day. on the other hand, pretty girl. hm.
Who was grinning hungrily at him.
IT felt like a good thing, to be looked at so ravenously.
“Well sure. maybe.” he said, slinking up. “I thought Robin there’s girlfriend was blonde? You dyed your hair, miss…?”
This was, Tim concluded, a very special kind of hell. Nevermind the flowers and the things he could learn here, Rose wasn’t getting off him and, for some unknown reason, his body didn’t seem to be cooperating when it came to pushing her off.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Tim said through gritted teeth, glaring at Rose before turning that glare onto Jason. He looked back at Rose as pointedly as he could. “And there’s no party to join. Get off, Rose.” Which, retrospectively, had a double-meaning that Tim hadn’t considered whatsoever when the words had left his mouth.
“Good one Tim,” Rose said, pleased at Tim for being so forward. She made reaching motions for…whatsisname….Red Hood! That was his name. Her hand met Red Hood’s and it felt electric, like a shot through her spine. God, what was with this place? Rose was normally pretty up for sexy times, but her hormones were suddenly off the hook. “Guess you’re not as virginal as I thought you were, huh? I’d love to get off, mmm. Thanks for offering.”
She moved her hips against Tim’s as she looked up at Red Hood. “Miss Wilson, as in Rose Wilson, as in Deathstroke’s favourite daughter. And you’re Red Hood, right?” She smiled seductively at him, sliding her hand up his forearm. “Looks like the good little birdie doesn’t stand a chance, between the two of us.”
Jason shuddered at the touch, squeezing her fingers. “hn, Oh - her-” and Tim’s face was kind of hilarious. And… “oh he’s never stood a chance anyway,” he said, leaning in and.
She smelled good, and Tim’s hilarious ARGH face was, kinda cute. There was less an urge to punch him and more an urge to make him… do that, face again, when Rose shifted and rocked against Tim.
Fuck, that was hot especially with her touching him, sliding up and confident. “You may call me Red,” he purred right back at her. And shifted to catch her hand, pull it up to his lips.
Tim was absolutely positive this was his nightmare scenario - even if his body didn’t agree with him in the slightest, and the aphrodisiac in the air - because that was definitely what this was - was starting to mess with his mind.
Because it was starting to feel less like a nightmare and more like a really hot dream. Rose felt amazing. And the over the top hand-kissing? Tim apparently found that hot. Of all the things in the whole damn world - and all the places in every world ever to end up in!
He tried to push Rose off him again but, instead, ended up with his hands on her hips, rocking up against her just as she slid up against him. He bit back the urge to moan and, instead, said, “That’s not what I meant - and you know it.” Definitely considerably and noticeably more breathless now.
Rose crowed in delight when Red kissed her hand. “Fuck, Tim,” she said automatically changing her hip-rocking motion to match his. “You never told me your bad-boy brother was a charmer, nnnf. I like me a bit of sibling sandwich.” She kept hold of Red’s hand, pulling it forward and nipping at his knuckles.
She turned to Tim, her eyes flashing in excitement, ignoring his protests. “I thought it was just gonna be a duo, but looks like we should make it a threesome, huh?” She ran her free hand along Tim’s kevlar’d torso. “So Red, you wanna show me how these birdie shells come off?”
As much as Rose made broad boasts about her sexual prowess, the truth was she was much more interested in the making out and heavy petting. She fully intended to get her fill with these two; and if they wanted to take it further, then hey: she’d make popcorn and watch.
Well Jay’s hand was occupied - both of ‘em, which wasn’t as dirty as it sounded.
He totally went down to his knees, though, so he could nuzzle at Rose’s ear. “You just start at the neck of it,” he purred.
If Tim had his way, no one was fucking Tim - but control was starting to slip, especially with the combination of Rose’s rocking; it was really, really distracting. His head was getting fuzzier by the minute, inhibitions clearly lowering as his body moved of its own accord.
A Robin definitely knew how to get a Robin suit off. Which was putting Tim at yet another disadvantage. Wasn’t this place just full of things that did that? A traitorous little voice in his mind asked him if he really minded, to which his body replied that he definitely didn’t.
He took one hand off Rose’s hip and reached up, fully intending to use that to push Jason away as well - but somehow, instead, his fingers curled against hot skin as his hips rolled up against Rose’s again. “Fuck,” Tim swore, voice gone gravel-low as he fought to keep the last of his control from slipping completely.
“Well gimme a hand, Red,” Rose said as she tugged rather roughly at Tim’s gorget. He gasped from her pull and she grinned ferally. “Don’t worry, Timmy-boy. Rose and Red are gonna take good care of you.” She reached back and stroked Jason’s face, then unable to resist, she grabbed at his chin and kissed him, hard. She nipped at his bottom lip, which already seemed very soft and bruised*.
Returning to her task and hoping to god Tim didn’t have his fucking suit booby-trapped to preserve his modesty, Rose starting humming to herself and singing:
“It’s not gay if it’s in a threeway. With a honey in the middle there’s some leeway.”
“Leggo of my hand,” Jason said, but he was shifting to bite at Tim’s ear, teeth in his earlobe. Good little RObin had his earpiece in, like a Good Boy, of course.
He wondered if Bruce was getting an earful. Hah.
Then he tugged his hand free from Rose’s, to reach at Tim’s neck, at the catches there. “Too scared to do more than look stunned, itty bitty Robin?”
Tim bit back a moan - and then came up with a logical conclusion to several of his problems at once. The first being that damn urge to groan, to moan, to whimper - and damn it if Rose and Jason were going to get to hear that. The second problem being Jason’s damn mouth (distracting as hell, that mouth) and its apparent inability to shut up. Tim turned his head sharply, surged up to catch Jason’s mouth in a hard, furious kiss.
Rose took the two Robins kissing as her cue to give up on getting Tim’s practically Victorian get-up off of him and concentrated instead on pushing her face against Red’s ear, while her hands slid down between his thighs. The guy was hot and hard - Rose was guessing thanks to Tim’s clever lips. She always suspected her ex-teammate was teaming with repressed kinkiness. Her body butted up against Jason’s slinged arm.
“How’d you break the wing, Red?” she asked, nibbling at his ear.
Oh fuck, Tim kissed so well. Hot and hard and vicious, like a little… ferret. Otter. Something with sharp little teeth.
Jason growled and bit him back, teeth clacking against Tim’s, managing to get Tim’s lip between his so he could suck it, hard, before pulling away to pant harshly against Tim’s cheek. “What? Oh - this, blossom? Sometimes the worms bite back. But you should have seen the other guy.”
Granted, Kyle wasn’t, technically, a worm. Or a bug. Or any other assorted metaphor. And Kyle hadn’t LOOKEd as bad as Jason.
But still, he had a rep to keep.
Tim was panting as well by the time Jason pulled away, the sharp sting of the bite doing nothing to lessen the heat that seemed to be burning him inside out. He ground up against Rose a little harder, needing the friction - but the increase in friction just made the heat burn more furiously, fueled by Jason’s hot, shallow pants against his skin.
“I don’t believe you,” Tim said, his grin as feral as the kiss had been. “Bet you had your ass kicked.”
“Story-time later,” Rose growled, grabbing Jason’s ass and hauling him closer to herself and Tim. “Right now I just want to get off and one of you boys better be ready to do that.”
And if her head was clear enough…did Red just call her blossom? Normally she’d slap a man for insulting her like that, but right now all she wanted to do was man-handle every bit of him.
Jason gasped a laugh, and yanked at Tim’s suit, even as he undulated against her - her side, it seemed, grinning at her very strong fingers on his ass. “And how do you wann do that, princess?”
Jason gasped a laugh, and yanked at Tim’s suit, even as he undulated against her - her side, it seemed, grinning at her very strong fingers on his ass. “And how do you wann do that, princess?”
He was going to need to check his suit later. As the thought crossed his mind, the immediate one that followed was what the hell is wrong with you and why did you just think that? It seemed the wrong time to be thinking anything like that.
Jason was now half on top of him as well. This was just getting better and better.
At least, his body was thinking that with absolutely no sarcasm whatsoever, and Tim was finding himself agreeing. Rose’s soft curves and Jason’s harder muscled lines and - Tim bit hard on his lip to stop himself making any sound at just the feel of that, waiting for Rose’s answer.
Rose was mortified to find herself giggling - GIGGLING!!! - at Red calling her ‘princess’. It was probably the first and last time anyone would ever call her that. She could sense that Tim was still writhing, but he was holding his breath. She looked down and saw that even through his mask, he was staring at her, on pause, waiting for the next step.
Well, no problem there.
Rose zipped off the top part of her suit and shrugged out of it, peeling off her sports bra underneath and flinging that aside. Red had managed to get the top half of Tim’s suit off, his compact chest now half-exposed. Rose’ mouth watered.
“You take the low road,” she suggested to Red, sliding off of Tim and motioning to his hips and now-painfully stretched tights. “And I’ll take the high.” And with that, she buried Tim’s face in her breasts with extreme gusto, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Jason snorted, and then yanked at Tim’s hips. Contrary to say, stripping Dick, he couldn’t do this with Tim’s suit easily, not with just his mouth. He’d have to take the time with his teeth and hands, sliding in almost between Rose’s legs to get Tim’s belt free and OFF and the kid was probably in threesome heaven.
heh.
Threesome heaven. Or threesome hell. Whatever it was, the aphrodisiac was making it really damn hard to make any sense of it. This was, he was pretty sure, he part where he was supposed to push her away but when his hands came up, they pulled her closer instead.
Tim probably shouldn’t have been surprised at her softness, or that she smelled…feminine. Perfume - something flowery - against the smoothness of her skin. Rose had always seemed sharp, thorned and abrasive - and even if he’d already had a close encounter with her, this was different somehow.
Distracting enough that he lifted his hips, and he’d let Jason strip him before his brain had caught up.
S’all good!
Rose purred as Tim actually reached up and touched her. “That’s right, lover boy. Don’t be shy.”
And then she was feeling - oh fuck, was Red actually now reaching between her legs to get at Tim? Rose was sure if she had a dick, she’d be ejaculating right now. She could feel such immense heat coming from the both of them - Red’s arm and hands, scrabbling at Tim’s frustrating belt and undies, Tim’s…Tim’s everything suddenly exposed for her and Red to admire. She held the back of Tim’s head steady, and pressed herself down against both Red’s hands and Tim’s groin, grinding once just to get a feel. Then she let Tim’s head go, because she figured they would BOTH want to get a good look at Red’s blow job skills.
Jason grinned, letting go of Tim to pinch Rose’s thigh a moment, then he was slinking in, crouching, his cast bumping against Tim’s knee as he just, sucked DOWN.
No preamble, not teasing, just sliding his mouth over Tim’s cock in a hot, wet sheath, no waiting necessary.
Tim’s head slammed back against the ground for a moment, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, as he felt Jason’s mouth slide over his cock without any preamble whatsoever, and that time, he couldn’t stop himself from moaning loudly as desire burned through him. He managed to get a hand under him, push himself up a little, mouth opening to - to what? Protest?
Because if that was what he’d been intending to do, the words died in his throat as he felt his mouth go completely dry at the sight. Tim choked out a small sound, legs unconsciously parting a little more to give Jason more room to move, aware of Rose watching him - watching them - from beside him. That shouldn’t have made him hotter under the proverbial collar - because there was no fucking collar here anymore - but it did.
Jason hummed, grinning around Tim’s cock, feeling the response Tim was giviing him, the way his hips twitched under his hand, and Jason slid his fingers down, over Tim’s hip, his balls, to tickle and tease, even as he slid his mouth down further, and swallowed.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Rose said. “That is fucking impressive, isn’t it, Timmy?” She turned to look at Tim; his expression made her smirk. Time to up the ante in this little orgy.
Rose shimmied out of the rest of her costume. She wasn’t wearing any underwear; never any point and too much fucking chafing. Leaving Red to his good work on Tim’s cock, she positioned herself so she could undo Red’s pants and tug them down, under his bum. She turned so she could make sure her bottom half was well within reach of Tim’s deft hands. Getting eaten out would’ve been a treat; but the way Red was going down on Tim’s cock, Rose knew the younger Robin’s concentration would be mostly shot.
“Get your hands up in there, Tim,” she instructed roughly, and then almost begging, she added “Please.”
She then turned her attention to enveloping Red’s cock, which looked more than ready for her eager, teasing mouth.
Please shouldn’t have sounded so good from her lips - but yeah, yeah, that fucking did, and combined with Jay doing - doing that - with his mouth, Rose losing the rest of her uniform and -
Tim wasn’t thinking about this. Logic had gone so far out the window, and with her hips temptingly close like that…he wanted to hear her say that word again. Reaching up, Tim slid one gloved hand along the smooth skin of her thigh - and then pressed one finger slowly inside her as he bit back another low moan, combination of her tight, warm heat and Jay’s damn mouth.
A happy little triangle, oh yes it was.
Especially with Tim making that sound,and when Jason glanced over, that, face, all open-mouthed and begging to be filled, and Jason’d get OVER there and fill it for him, except Rose’d yanked his pants down and was grabbing hold of his cock, which totally made him yelp around Tim’s very tasty little cock.
Felt Tim’s glans just hit the back of his throat and he moaned. oh fuck Rose’s HANDS.
“Oohhhhhhhh,” Rose hummed in pleasure, her mouth was soft and pliant around Red’s cock. But fuck, Tim’sslim, long fingers. She was so right about him; he was clever about everything, even finger-fucking. She rocked back to his knuckles, which also helped her build a rhythm with sucking Red off, sliding some fingers up to toy at his ass. She figured his back-door needed some attention too.
Couldn’t watch it all at once - but damn, Tim was going to try. Even if his eyes get threatening to close and he couldn’t seem to keep his voice down, couldn’t seem to stop the sounds slipping past his lips as he panted, fingers sliding deeper inside Rose as he shifted so he could press a thumb against her clit.
He bit back something closer to the scream - or a shout - than a moan when Jason moaned around his cock - and fuck, he felt like he was burning up inside - hotter now, faster, like it was taking him over. Thoughts gone - only instinct and need and want remained, and it was all Tim could do to rock up into Jason’s hot mouth, curl fingers a little inside Rose as his other hand curled into the dirt under him.
Jason clutched at Tim’s hip -jerking and shifting, felt himself clench at the fact that slender fingers teased at his ass, making his cock just, jerk in response.
“Hngggg!”
Hot little, vibrations aroudn Tim’s cock and right he had to move, suck, lick, bob his head till saliva was, slick and wet on Tim’s gorgeous little cock.
Tim’s hard little cock.
He groaned, let his eyes close, rocking back on his knees against Rose’s fingers, and Tim’s cock.
When Tim thumbed at Rose’s clit, she almost bit at Red’s cock, it felt so fucking good. She squealed in the back of her throat instead and almost immediately started to salivate, which helped her slide further down Red’s shaft and suction it there, lashing her tongue in what little room there was left in her mouth.
So, Tim knew how to handle a woman, huh? She would have perused this thought further if another plunge and curling from Tim’s fingers, coupled with his gentle rubbing send her over the edge. If her dad could see her now, sucking off one Robin while the other is obediently fucking her with his fingers. She would —
“Ahhhhh,” A tremor rose up in Rose, and she pulled away from Red’s dick to breathe, but worked a finger into his ass a bit more. “I am coming, oh my GOD.”
Like everything else in Rose’s life, it was gonna be violent.
Tim could feel her clenching around his fingers as Jason moved, could feel her coming - could hear her, and it just encouraged him to rub a little harder, finger fuck her through that orgasm. He was still panting, mouth still parted, her coming made it that much more obvious that he needed - that he wanted - but not - not yet.
Not yet. But there was just no way for him to keep the sounds to himself now, no way to muffle the whimpers and groans Jay was drawing from his lips, masked, as they were now, by the sounds Rose was making.
Jason groaned, trying to work his hips, somehow - the tangle of limbs everywhere meant that he could, see Rose’s thigh, wish he could reach it, touch, but he had only one hand and that hand was playing with Tim’s shaft now, squeezing and stroking where his mouth couldn’t reach. Stroking and -
Ah! Rose’s mouth, sucking on him and making his hips buck against her mouth, the hot wetness, and Tim’s panting, keening sounds.
Desperate little Robin, he groaned, around Tim’s cock, and swallowed down all the way and hummed, even as he felt his belly just, clench, at Rose’s teasing.
Rose rode out her orgasm, her back arched as she pressed hardhard against Tim’s fingers, wanting more, wanting to extend this as long as she could. She curled a hand around Red’s dick, tugging and sliding along faster and faster. She dived down and bit at Jason’s hip before gasping again.
“Yes Tim, fuck!,” vision at little blurry, she was still tremoring when she readjusted her body and turned her head to see just how fast Jason was going down on Tim. She bit her lip, making it bleed. “Time to come, now, little bird. I wanna see your fucking face when you feel it.”
Come - wait - not yet. Tim’s control hadn’t slipped entirely - not quite yet, and he managed to hold out for a few moments longer, teeth gritted against the sounds, as though holding them back would hold back his inevitable orgasm.
But eventually, the needs of his body won over and he arched, choking back a keening sob as he was forced to let go, coming hard enough his back arched off the ground.
Jason DID get that, little warning, of Tim’s hips bucking, the tension, and he pulled back just enough so he could get most of Tim’s jizz without choking, and he groaned, swallowing it down, even as he felt himself writhe.
A little more from Rose, and it was probably just her being, erratic, her fingers and mouth and he only managed to hodl out for another few thrusts against her, before he too was coming, pulling off Tim to come with a hoarse shout against his thigh.
Feeling sleek and awesome and proud of herself, Rose turned around so she could give each damp Birdboy a kiss. She then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her uniform, offering one to Jason.
“I can see your disapproving look from here, Red Robin,” she said with a sultry smile, flicking her ciggie. “But you gotta admit that it’s needed after what we just did.”
Tim was not going to admit it to anyone, but she maybe had a point. If only because it made for something to do that wasn’t…awkward.
He couldn’t believe that had just happened.
He did give Rose that disapproving look though, even as he tugged his costume back into place.
Oh god, he couldn’t believe that had just happened.
Jason helped. Helpfully.
Which meant he was, fondling Tim gently while helping him get his pants back on, patting his thigh and purring against Tim’s hip.
HE wasn’t bothered by his bare-ass.
“We can feel the radiating happy from here, Timmy,” Jason purred, nuzzling and biting Tim’s hip gently though his tights. Pants. Bottoms? Yes. That. Mmmm robin-cuddles.
All he was really aware of was that the room - garden - whatever this was - was incredibly beautiful. It was completely filled with plants of all varieties, both of a species he could name, and those he simply couldn’t - didn’t know they’d existed until today. It was clearly a garden that had collected both plants from earth and those from other planets, and Tim was glad he’d somehow managed to find his way here. It was a room full of mystery, full of wonder - full of things to be studied and learned.
He hesitated only for a moment - caution warning him that anything in here could be poisonous - before he gave into the urge and reached out to brush his fingers lightly over a particularly striking looking plant, pulling back his hand as it seemed to shift under the caress. Entranced as he was by his surroundings, it didn’t take long - though longer than Tim would care to admit or be comfortable with - for Tim to notice he wasn’t alone.
“Who’s there?”
sense
“Yo.”
Kon appeared from behind a tree and eyed Tim. “Dude, I can’t believe I actually snuck up on you. You feeling okay?”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” Tim grumbled, eyes narrowing as he tried to glare at Kon. Don’t let it get to his head - unlike whatever it was that was getting to Tim’s head. And if he wasn’t answering the question it was probably because he wasn’t sure.
Him. Not sure. There was definitely something going on beyond what he was seeing here, and Tim couldn’t quite concentrate long enough to think about what it was.
If he’d admit it to himself (and he wasn’t having much of a choice), he was very distinctly distracted by…well. Kon.
Kon smirked from his position by the tree. “So you were curious too, huh?” he asked. At Tim’s blank expression Kon sighed and clarified. “About the horny pheromones or whatever. What Bai talked about. Man, I can’t believe she had an orgy without me.”
Well, that explained the hot flashes. And Tim was not about to admit that he hadn’t, in fact, known that was where he was. As if he could have been anywhere else with this many trees. “There’re a lot more varieties of plants than that,” Tim concluded, trying really hard not to stare at Kon’s mouth.
It wasn’t as easy as it should have been, and control was usually something Tim prided himself in having a lot of. “And I thought maybe there was a specific one that was causing the…problems.”
“Probably.” Kon frowned as he studied Tim. “Or maybe it’s the combination of all of them. How long have you been here?” Because something was distinctly…off…about his bat-friend.
Tim flushed at that question, shifting a little and glancing away from Kon. Mostly because he couldn’t focus on anything but his friend’s lips, and he’d already unconsciously taken a step closer. “I lost track of time.”
Kon’s frown deepened, and he tried to take a step back, to get more space between them, but he was already against the tree. “…that can’t be good. Um. are you feeling….” He could not ask Tim if he was feeling horny. He just couldn’t. “….off?” he finished.
Tim blinked a little and licked his lips before he spoke again. He’d already figured out that something wasn’t normal but since he was being asked about it, he needed to actually find a way to describe it.
Finally, he settled for, “Actually. Uh…I’m feeling kind of…hot.” The last part was more than a little mumbled.
Um.” Kon said again. “Yeah?” he asked, tentatively. “Like…feverish hot or uh…other kinds of hot?” Yeah, that was specific. But it was hard to think when Tim was so close and licking his lips like that, because if someone thought that Kon hadn’t noticed exactly how pretty Tim’s mouth was, they’d be so, so wrong.
Tim wasn’t helping matters. Not that he quite knew exactly what he was doing because he just didn’t think about things like that - but he bit his lower lip as he thought about it for another moment. “Just.” One unconscious step closer. “Hot.” He tilted his head up to look at Kon - and it would be obvious enough; his eyes had gone dark with the pollen’s effect.
sensibility
Jason should have known better. After all, after what had happened with Kyle…
But then he’d wanted to investigate it a bit, PLUS he and Kyle’d made up, sorta, and it WAS rather nice and warm in the arborteum and actually the Watchtower was kinda cold.
Just a little!
Jay didn’t care about the cold much - not really, he’d been in Russia before of course - but if he could have warm he’d take it.
And…
Huh.
“So you’re here too,” he said, not terribly pleasedabout the Replacement. Dammit. And…
someone else. With the boy. his girlfriend.
But wasn’t the replacement’s girlfriend blonde?
Having Ravager - Rose - flying out of the bushes and assaulting him was bad enough but, even as he was trying to push her off him (albeit not as forcefully as he probably should have been trying - and he was really going to question this once he got his head on straight), he heard a familiar voice from close by.
Not the most familiar voice ever - but familiar enough that Tim knew things had gone from bad to worse. The two people he absolutely did not want to be catching him off-guard, and here he was, flat on his back, body gone surprisingly warm.
“Rose, get off me,” he growled - but his breathing had also gone a little more ragged than he was expecting, and when he glanced over at Jason, his mind and body did not react how he was expecting it to react.
Traitorous things that they were, instead of anger, his mind whispered “whoa, he’s hot” none-too-subtly to his consciousness.
Rose turned in annoyance to see who else was speaking, but then realized it was just that…older Robin. Not Hottie McHotterson Nightwing, but it’s not like ex-Robin was anything less that gorgeous either.
She’d been allowed to cool off in the arboretum after the thing with Black Mask and Terra, but this place was more over-heated than anything. Yet, despite how much she loathed over-heating, it felt really nice here. And Red Robin showing up only made the place all the better.
And now his older brother? Well. Things were really starting to pick up.
She didn’t get off Tim, but she sat up on him, coyly looking at older!Robin and crooking her finger at him. What was his name again? Did she really care?
“Come to join the party, big brother?” She purred, a ravenous smile on her face.
Jason was torn. Tim’s face looked completely ‘noooo!’ about the fact that a rather pretty girl was sitting on his lap, which totally made Jason’s day. on the other hand, pretty girl. hm.
Who was grinning hungrily at him.
IT felt like a good thing, to be looked at so ravenously.
“Well sure. maybe.” he said, slinking up. “I thought Robin there’s girlfriend was blonde? You dyed your hair, miss…?”
This was, Tim concluded, a very special kind of hell. Nevermind the flowers and the things he could learn here, Rose wasn’t getting off him and, for some unknown reason, his body didn’t seem to be cooperating when it came to pushing her off.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Tim said through gritted teeth, glaring at Rose before turning that glare onto Jason. He looked back at Rose as pointedly as he could. “And there’s no party to join. Get off, Rose.” Which, retrospectively, had a double-meaning that Tim hadn’t considered whatsoever when the words had left his mouth.
“Good one Tim,” Rose said, pleased at Tim for being so forward. She made reaching motions for…whatsisname….Red Hood! That was his name. Her hand met Red Hood’s and it felt electric, like a shot through her spine. God, what was with this place? Rose was normally pretty up for sexy times, but her hormones were suddenly off the hook. “Guess you’re not as virginal as I thought you were, huh? I’d love to get off, mmm. Thanks for offering.”
She moved her hips against Tim’s as she looked up at Red Hood. “Miss Wilson, as in Rose Wilson, as in Deathstroke’s favourite daughter. And you’re Red Hood, right?” She smiled seductively at him, sliding her hand up his forearm. “Looks like the good little birdie doesn’t stand a chance, between the two of us.”
Jason shuddered at the touch, squeezing her fingers. “hn, Oh - her-” and Tim’s face was kind of hilarious. And… “oh he’s never stood a chance anyway,” he said, leaning in and.
She smelled good, and Tim’s hilarious ARGH face was, kinda cute. There was less an urge to punch him and more an urge to make him… do that, face again, when Rose shifted and rocked against Tim.
Fuck, that was hot especially with her touching him, sliding up and confident. “You may call me Red,” he purred right back at her. And shifted to catch her hand, pull it up to his lips.
Tim was absolutely positive this was his nightmare scenario - even if his body didn’t agree with him in the slightest, and the aphrodisiac in the air - because that was definitely what this was - was starting to mess with his mind.
Because it was starting to feel less like a nightmare and more like a really hot dream. Rose felt amazing. And the over the top hand-kissing? Tim apparently found that hot. Of all the things in the whole damn world - and all the places in every world ever to end up in!
He tried to push Rose off him again but, instead, ended up with his hands on her hips, rocking up against her just as she slid up against him. He bit back the urge to moan and, instead, said, “That’s not what I meant - and you know it.” Definitely considerably and noticeably more breathless now.
Rose crowed in delight when Red kissed her hand. “Fuck, Tim,” she said automatically changing her hip-rocking motion to match his. “You never told me your bad-boy brother was a charmer, nnnf. I like me a bit of sibling sandwich.” She kept hold of Red’s hand, pulling it forward and nipping at his knuckles.
She turned to Tim, her eyes flashing in excitement, ignoring his protests. “I thought it was just gonna be a duo, but looks like we should make it a threesome, huh?” She ran her free hand along Tim’s kevlar’d torso. “So Red, you wanna show me how these birdie shells come off?”
As much as Rose made broad boasts about her sexual prowess, the truth was she was much more interested in the making out and heavy petting. She fully intended to get her fill with these two; and if they wanted to take it further, then hey: she’d make popcorn and watch.
Well Jay’s hand was occupied - both of ‘em, which wasn’t as dirty as it sounded.
He totally went down to his knees, though, so he could nuzzle at Rose’s ear. “You just start at the neck of it,” he purred.
If Tim had his way, no one was fucking Tim - but control was starting to slip, especially with the combination of Rose’s rocking; it was really, really distracting. His head was getting fuzzier by the minute, inhibitions clearly lowering as his body moved of its own accord.
A Robin definitely knew how to get a Robin suit off. Which was putting Tim at yet another disadvantage. Wasn’t this place just full of things that did that? A traitorous little voice in his mind asked him if he really minded, to which his body replied that he definitely didn’t.
He took one hand off Rose’s hip and reached up, fully intending to use that to push Jason away as well - but somehow, instead, his fingers curled against hot skin as his hips rolled up against Rose’s again. “Fuck,” Tim swore, voice gone gravel-low as he fought to keep the last of his control from slipping completely.
“Well gimme a hand, Red,” Rose said as she tugged rather roughly at Tim’s gorget. He gasped from her pull and she grinned ferally. “Don’t worry, Timmy-boy. Rose and Red are gonna take good care of you.” She reached back and stroked Jason’s face, then unable to resist, she grabbed at his chin and kissed him, hard. She nipped at his bottom lip, which already seemed very soft and bruised*.
Returning to her task and hoping to god Tim didn’t have his fucking suit booby-trapped to preserve his modesty, Rose starting humming to herself and singing:
“It’s not gay if it’s in a threeway. With a honey in the middle there’s some leeway.”
“Leggo of my hand,” Jason said, but he was shifting to bite at Tim’s ear, teeth in his earlobe. Good little RObin had his earpiece in, like a Good Boy, of course.
He wondered if Bruce was getting an earful. Hah.
Then he tugged his hand free from Rose’s, to reach at Tim’s neck, at the catches there. “Too scared to do more than look stunned, itty bitty Robin?”
Tim bit back a moan - and then came up with a logical conclusion to several of his problems at once. The first being that damn urge to groan, to moan, to whimper - and damn it if Rose and Jason were going to get to hear that. The second problem being Jason’s damn mouth (distracting as hell, that mouth) and its apparent inability to shut up. Tim turned his head sharply, surged up to catch Jason’s mouth in a hard, furious kiss.
Rose took the two Robins kissing as her cue to give up on getting Tim’s practically Victorian get-up off of him and concentrated instead on pushing her face against Red’s ear, while her hands slid down between his thighs. The guy was hot and hard - Rose was guessing thanks to Tim’s clever lips. She always suspected her ex-teammate was teaming with repressed kinkiness. Her body butted up against Jason’s slinged arm.
“How’d you break the wing, Red?” she asked, nibbling at his ear.
Oh fuck, Tim kissed so well. Hot and hard and vicious, like a little… ferret. Otter. Something with sharp little teeth.
Jason growled and bit him back, teeth clacking against Tim’s, managing to get Tim’s lip between his so he could suck it, hard, before pulling away to pant harshly against Tim’s cheek. “What? Oh - this, blossom? Sometimes the worms bite back. But you should have seen the other guy.”
Granted, Kyle wasn’t, technically, a worm. Or a bug. Or any other assorted metaphor. And Kyle hadn’t LOOKEd as bad as Jason.
But still, he had a rep to keep.
Tim was panting as well by the time Jason pulled away, the sharp sting of the bite doing nothing to lessen the heat that seemed to be burning him inside out. He ground up against Rose a little harder, needing the friction - but the increase in friction just made the heat burn more furiously, fueled by Jason’s hot, shallow pants against his skin.
“I don’t believe you,” Tim said, his grin as feral as the kiss had been. “Bet you had your ass kicked.”
“Story-time later,” Rose growled, grabbing Jason’s ass and hauling him closer to herself and Tim. “Right now I just want to get off and one of you boys better be ready to do that.”
And if her head was clear enough…did Red just call her blossom? Normally she’d slap a man for insulting her like that, but right now all she wanted to do was man-handle every bit of him.
Jason gasped a laugh, and yanked at Tim’s suit, even as he undulated against her - her side, it seemed, grinning at her very strong fingers on his ass. “And how do you wann do that, princess?”
Jason gasped a laugh, and yanked at Tim’s suit, even as he undulated against her - her side, it seemed, grinning at her very strong fingers on his ass. “And how do you wann do that, princess?”
He was going to need to check his suit later. As the thought crossed his mind, the immediate one that followed was what the hell is wrong with you and why did you just think that? It seemed the wrong time to be thinking anything like that.
Jason was now half on top of him as well. This was just getting better and better.
At least, his body was thinking that with absolutely no sarcasm whatsoever, and Tim was finding himself agreeing. Rose’s soft curves and Jason’s harder muscled lines and - Tim bit hard on his lip to stop himself making any sound at just the feel of that, waiting for Rose’s answer.
Rose was mortified to find herself giggling - GIGGLING!!! - at Red calling her ‘princess’. It was probably the first and last time anyone would ever call her that. She could sense that Tim was still writhing, but he was holding his breath. She looked down and saw that even through his mask, he was staring at her, on pause, waiting for the next step.
Well, no problem there.
Rose zipped off the top part of her suit and shrugged out of it, peeling off her sports bra underneath and flinging that aside. Red had managed to get the top half of Tim’s suit off, his compact chest now half-exposed. Rose’ mouth watered.
“You take the low road,” she suggested to Red, sliding off of Tim and motioning to his hips and now-painfully stretched tights. “And I’ll take the high.” And with that, she buried Tim’s face in her breasts with extreme gusto, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Jason snorted, and then yanked at Tim’s hips. Contrary to say, stripping Dick, he couldn’t do this with Tim’s suit easily, not with just his mouth. He’d have to take the time with his teeth and hands, sliding in almost between Rose’s legs to get Tim’s belt free and OFF and the kid was probably in threesome heaven.
heh.
Threesome heaven. Or threesome hell. Whatever it was, the aphrodisiac was making it really damn hard to make any sense of it. This was, he was pretty sure, he part where he was supposed to push her away but when his hands came up, they pulled her closer instead.
Tim probably shouldn’t have been surprised at her softness, or that she smelled…feminine. Perfume - something flowery - against the smoothness of her skin. Rose had always seemed sharp, thorned and abrasive - and even if he’d already had a close encounter with her, this was different somehow.
Distracting enough that he lifted his hips, and he’d let Jason strip him before his brain had caught up.
S’all good!
Rose purred as Tim actually reached up and touched her. “That’s right, lover boy. Don’t be shy.”
And then she was feeling - oh fuck, was Red actually now reaching between her legs to get at Tim? Rose was sure if she had a dick, she’d be ejaculating right now. She could feel such immense heat coming from the both of them - Red’s arm and hands, scrabbling at Tim’s frustrating belt and undies, Tim’s…Tim’s everything suddenly exposed for her and Red to admire. She held the back of Tim’s head steady, and pressed herself down against both Red’s hands and Tim’s groin, grinding once just to get a feel. Then she let Tim’s head go, because she figured they would BOTH want to get a good look at Red’s blow job skills.
Jason grinned, letting go of Tim to pinch Rose’s thigh a moment, then he was slinking in, crouching, his cast bumping against Tim’s knee as he just, sucked DOWN.
No preamble, not teasing, just sliding his mouth over Tim’s cock in a hot, wet sheath, no waiting necessary.
Tim’s head slammed back against the ground for a moment, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, as he felt Jason’s mouth slide over his cock without any preamble whatsoever, and that time, he couldn’t stop himself from moaning loudly as desire burned through him. He managed to get a hand under him, push himself up a little, mouth opening to - to what? Protest?
Because if that was what he’d been intending to do, the words died in his throat as he felt his mouth go completely dry at the sight. Tim choked out a small sound, legs unconsciously parting a little more to give Jason more room to move, aware of Rose watching him - watching them - from beside him. That shouldn’t have made him hotter under the proverbial collar - because there was no fucking collar here anymore - but it did.
Jason hummed, grinning around Tim’s cock, feeling the response Tim was giviing him, the way his hips twitched under his hand, and Jason slid his fingers down, over Tim’s hip, his balls, to tickle and tease, even as he slid his mouth down further, and swallowed.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Rose said. “That is fucking impressive, isn’t it, Timmy?” She turned to look at Tim; his expression made her smirk. Time to up the ante in this little orgy.
Rose shimmied out of the rest of her costume. She wasn’t wearing any underwear; never any point and too much fucking chafing. Leaving Red to his good work on Tim’s cock, she positioned herself so she could undo Red’s pants and tug them down, under his bum. She turned so she could make sure her bottom half was well within reach of Tim’s deft hands. Getting eaten out would’ve been a treat; but the way Red was going down on Tim’s cock, Rose knew the younger Robin’s concentration would be mostly shot.
“Get your hands up in there, Tim,” she instructed roughly, and then almost begging, she added “Please.”
She then turned her attention to enveloping Red’s cock, which looked more than ready for her eager, teasing mouth.
Please shouldn’t have sounded so good from her lips - but yeah, yeah, that fucking did, and combined with Jay doing - doing that - with his mouth, Rose losing the rest of her uniform and -
Tim wasn’t thinking about this. Logic had gone so far out the window, and with her hips temptingly close like that…he wanted to hear her say that word again. Reaching up, Tim slid one gloved hand along the smooth skin of her thigh - and then pressed one finger slowly inside her as he bit back another low moan, combination of her tight, warm heat and Jay’s damn mouth.
A happy little triangle, oh yes it was.
Especially with Tim making that sound,and when Jason glanced over, that, face, all open-mouthed and begging to be filled, and Jason’d get OVER there and fill it for him, except Rose’d yanked his pants down and was grabbing hold of his cock, which totally made him yelp around Tim’s very tasty little cock.
Felt Tim’s glans just hit the back of his throat and he moaned. oh fuck Rose’s HANDS.
“Oohhhhhhhh,” Rose hummed in pleasure, her mouth was soft and pliant around Red’s cock. But fuck, Tim’sslim, long fingers. She was so right about him; he was clever about everything, even finger-fucking. She rocked back to his knuckles, which also helped her build a rhythm with sucking Red off, sliding some fingers up to toy at his ass. She figured his back-door needed some attention too.
Couldn’t watch it all at once - but damn, Tim was going to try. Even if his eyes get threatening to close and he couldn’t seem to keep his voice down, couldn’t seem to stop the sounds slipping past his lips as he panted, fingers sliding deeper inside Rose as he shifted so he could press a thumb against her clit.
He bit back something closer to the scream - or a shout - than a moan when Jason moaned around his cock - and fuck, he felt like he was burning up inside - hotter now, faster, like it was taking him over. Thoughts gone - only instinct and need and want remained, and it was all Tim could do to rock up into Jason’s hot mouth, curl fingers a little inside Rose as his other hand curled into the dirt under him.
Jason clutched at Tim’s hip -jerking and shifting, felt himself clench at the fact that slender fingers teased at his ass, making his cock just, jerk in response.
“Hngggg!”
Hot little, vibrations aroudn Tim’s cock and right he had to move, suck, lick, bob his head till saliva was, slick and wet on Tim’s gorgeous little cock.
Tim’s hard little cock.
He groaned, let his eyes close, rocking back on his knees against Rose’s fingers, and Tim’s cock.
When Tim thumbed at Rose’s clit, she almost bit at Red’s cock, it felt so fucking good. She squealed in the back of her throat instead and almost immediately started to salivate, which helped her slide further down Red’s shaft and suction it there, lashing her tongue in what little room there was left in her mouth.
So, Tim knew how to handle a woman, huh? She would have perused this thought further if another plunge and curling from Tim’s fingers, coupled with his gentle rubbing send her over the edge. If her dad could see her now, sucking off one Robin while the other is obediently fucking her with his fingers. She would —
“Ahhhhh,” A tremor rose up in Rose, and she pulled away from Red’s dick to breathe, but worked a finger into his ass a bit more. “I am coming, oh my GOD.”
Like everything else in Rose’s life, it was gonna be violent.
Tim could feel her clenching around his fingers as Jason moved, could feel her coming - could hear her, and it just encouraged him to rub a little harder, finger fuck her through that orgasm. He was still panting, mouth still parted, her coming made it that much more obvious that he needed - that he wanted - but not - not yet.
Not yet. But there was just no way for him to keep the sounds to himself now, no way to muffle the whimpers and groans Jay was drawing from his lips, masked, as they were now, by the sounds Rose was making.
Jason groaned, trying to work his hips, somehow - the tangle of limbs everywhere meant that he could, see Rose’s thigh, wish he could reach it, touch, but he had only one hand and that hand was playing with Tim’s shaft now, squeezing and stroking where his mouth couldn’t reach. Stroking and -
Ah! Rose’s mouth, sucking on him and making his hips buck against her mouth, the hot wetness, and Tim’s panting, keening sounds.
Desperate little Robin, he groaned, around Tim’s cock, and swallowed down all the way and hummed, even as he felt his belly just, clench, at Rose’s teasing.
Rose rode out her orgasm, her back arched as she pressed hardhard against Tim’s fingers, wanting more, wanting to extend this as long as she could. She curled a hand around Red’s dick, tugging and sliding along faster and faster. She dived down and bit at Jason’s hip before gasping again.
“Yes Tim, fuck!,” vision at little blurry, she was still tremoring when she readjusted her body and turned her head to see just how fast Jason was going down on Tim. She bit her lip, making it bleed. “Time to come, now, little bird. I wanna see your fucking face when you feel it.”
Come - wait - not yet. Tim’s control hadn’t slipped entirely - not quite yet, and he managed to hold out for a few moments longer, teeth gritted against the sounds, as though holding them back would hold back his inevitable orgasm.
But eventually, the needs of his body won over and he arched, choking back a keening sob as he was forced to let go, coming hard enough his back arched off the ground.
Jason DID get that, little warning, of Tim’s hips bucking, the tension, and he pulled back just enough so he could get most of Tim’s jizz without choking, and he groaned, swallowing it down, even as he felt himself writhe.
A little more from Rose, and it was probably just her being, erratic, her fingers and mouth and he only managed to hodl out for another few thrusts against her, before he too was coming, pulling off Tim to come with a hoarse shout against his thigh.
Feeling sleek and awesome and proud of herself, Rose turned around so she could give each damp Birdboy a kiss. She then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her uniform, offering one to Jason.
“I can see your disapproving look from here, Red Robin,” she said with a sultry smile, flicking her ciggie. “But you gotta admit that it’s needed after what we just did.”
Tim was not going to admit it to anyone, but she maybe had a point. If only because it made for something to do that wasn’t…awkward.
He couldn’t believe that had just happened.
He did give Rose that disapproving look though, even as he tugged his costume back into place.
Oh god, he couldn’t believe that had just happened.
Jason helped. Helpfully.
Which meant he was, fondling Tim gently while helping him get his pants back on, patting his thigh and purring against Tim’s hip.
HE wasn’t bothered by his bare-ass.
“We can feel the radiating happy from here, Timmy,” Jason purred, nuzzling and biting Tim’s hip gently though his tights. Pants. Bottoms? Yes. That. Mmmm robin-cuddles.