Fic: Cupid Kills (1/1) Dick/Roy pre-slash
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saoneTitle: Cupid Kills
Summary: After his conversation with Grace, Roy did
some thinking, and that's never a good thing.
Warnings: This is set right after Outsiders 11, so it
does contain spoilers for that issue.
Rating: PG13
Comments: Thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
j_crew_guy for the beta,
workingslacker for the encouragment, and thete1 for posting about Bartleby.com, which is where I found the title. *g*
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. - Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 1, l. 106.
Roy had always considered himself to be a roll with
the punches kind of guy. He'd get knocked down, he'd
get right back up again. He'd get hit, he'd hit back.
He'd get shot five times in the chest, he'd... suffer
a slight breakdown and take styling advice from a
six-year-old.
He ruefully stroked his smooth chin. "Uncle Ollie, my
ass."
"Uh," Dick gave him a funny little glance over the
shower partition. "Is this going to be a private
moment between you and your memories, or can I stay?"
Roy snorted and peered through the mist. "Ewww. And,
may I counter with, that line of thinking's pretty
ironic coming from the original Whore Wonder."
"Whore Wonder?” Dick snickered. “How long have you
been waiting to use that one?"
"Too long, my friend."
"Well, it's nice. Very original."
Roy watched as his friend begin to shampoo his hair.
"Really?"
"No, not really. I first heard that my second month
on the job from this guy working down at the docks
bringing in shipments of heroin." Dick stuck his head
under the spray. "Of course that was the only time I
heard it too."
"That so?” Roy vigorously rubbed at his own scalp.
“'Cause with those hot pants, I'd thought you would
have invited lots of comments like that."
Dick scowled. "They were not *hot pants*. They
were-"
"Short shorts."
"Cram it, Speedy."
"Cram what, where, Robbie?"
Dick briefly rested his head against the tile wall.
"Why do I even try to have conversations with you?"
Roy responded by singing loudly, and mostly off-key
while doing a little booty shaking dance under the
spray. "Who wears short shorts? Dick wears short
shorts."
"I swear to God, if I hear any member of this team,
*especially* Grace, hum a single bar of that song,
I'll--"
"Yeesh.” Roy turned off his water, and reached for a
towel. “Somebody's sensitive. So, come on, finish
the story. Why didn't Whore Wonder catch on as a fun
and pithy new nickname?"
Dick took the towel that Roy was offering and scrubbed
it over his hair. "Batman castrated the guy who said
it."
Roy stopped fast in the middle of drying himself.
"Dick... please tell me you're joking."
Dick wrapped his towel around his waist and shrugged.
"Batman had thrown a batarang at this other thug,
only the guy dodged, and the 'rang deflected off a
steel shipping container, flipped around and headed
straight for the first guy who was bending over to
pick up a gun."
"Oh... God..."
"Yep, if it had just been a little higher, or a little
lower... But, no. With that trajectory, and speed...
both testicles were crushed."
Roy stared as his friend calmly walked out into the
locker room. He quickly followed. "You made that
up."
Dick shrugged. "No one ever tried to insinuate
anything about me again. At least, not where one of
us could hear it."
"You did! You just made that up!"
"If you don't believe me, ask Bruce sometime."
"Oh, yeah, I can see how that conversation would go."
Roy shuddered and opened his locker. "He might try for
a repeat performance."
"In that case you probably shouldn't.” Dick smirked.
“If anything happened to Little Roy, Grace would be
pissed."
"First of all, 'little'?! And, secondly... I don't
know what you're talking about."
Dick snorted. "Riiight. I may have been raised by an
emotionally stifled, socially inept paranoid, but
I'm not stupid."
Roy pulled on his pants and considered his options.
"Fine. We have a thing."
"Is it serious?"
"God, no!" Roy noticed the raised eyebrow, and
vaguely disapproving set to Dick's mouth. "Don't
worry, we're in complete agreement about that."
"Kind of a best friends with benefits deal, huh?"
"Nah, that would be us." Roy blinked. "Uh, that
is--"
"You propositioning me, big boy?" Dick fluttered his
eyelashes.
Roy threw his used towel at Dick's head. "Stop that!"
He went back to dressing, and tried to ignore his
friend's laughter. "Grace and me, as crude as it
sounds, are more like fuckbuddies."
"You're right. That does sound crude."
“Hmph.” Roy bit back a few choice things he could
have said regarding Dick’s former bedmates. But, it
wouldn’t do to completely piss the guy off, especially
with where he was about to direct the conversation.
"You know, she thinks we'd make a cute couple."
"Hmmm?"
"Grace.” Roy hazarded a glance at Dick. “She said
that we have sexual tension. That there's this erotic
Butch/Sundance vibe going on."
For a moment there was silence as Dick mulled over
that last comment. "I'm Butch, right?"
Roy puffed his chest out. "If anyone in this
relationship would be *Butch*, it would be me."
"Roy, you are a lot of things, but Paul Newman isn't
one of them."
"I can be suave!"
"Mmm hmm."
“I can!”
“Right. You just choose not to.”
“Exactly!” Roy buckled his belt and took a deep
breath. “So, you want to try it?”
Dick froze in the middle of tucking in his tee shirt.
“Try what?”
Roy tried on his best grin. “Us. You and me. Butch,”
he gestured to himself, “and Sundance.” His arm swept
out towards Dick, who, at the moment closely resembled
a small animal caught in the halogens of a
tractor trailer.
Dick cleared his throat. “I know you had heart
surgery, but did the doctors decide to tweak your
brain too?”
“Ha. Avoidance. Bad Batboy. I’m being serious.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah. I really am.”
“Okay.” Dick shut his locker and leaned against it.
“Do you mind if I ask where this is coming from?
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this desire to jump my
bones is a new thing, right?”
Roy grimaced. “Jumping of bones... I hadn’t quite
thought it through to that part yet.”
Dick snorted. “Why am I not surprised? Is all this
just because of what Grace said?
“Partly.” Roy closed his eyes. “You know, I can’t
count the number of times I’ve been close to dying. If
anyone in our business can, they’re either lying, or
not doing something right. But, I’ve never had to
have my heart cut open before.” His hand absently
rubbed at the cloth covering the long pink scar
bisecting his chest. “I’ve been thinking about making
a change for a while now, Grace just opened my eyes to
new possibilities, that’s all.” He looked over at
Dick and smiled. “You’re my best friend. I trust you
more than just about anyone else in this world. Lian
adores you, and don’t tell me that you don’t feel the
same about her. I think... I think we could make a
good family together.”
“Oh, God...” Dick’s eyes were wide. “You’re
serious.”
Roy nodded.
“Okay, let’s just skip over the whole ‘We don’t love
each other' part, you’re-“
“I love you.”
Dick blinked. “Uh... But, as a friend, right? Just
as a friend.”
“For now. The best relationships are built on solid
friendships, Dick.”
Dick mock-glared. “Stop acting all mature. You’re
starting to freak me out.”
“Heh.” Roy grinned. “Come on, you’ve got doubts.
Hit me.”
“Don’t tempt me. Look, I understand the need to make
a major life change after something so traumatic, but
don’t you think this is going a little too far?”
“No. Like I said, I had been thinking about making
changes for a while now. Granted, before Grace’s
little eye opener, I was thinking about finding a nice
*woman* to settle down with, but... She made me
realize that there’s a pretty good candidate right in
front of me.
“I’m... honored? Roy, you’re not just talking about a
fling, you’re talking about a serious commitment. I
don’t think I’m ready for something like that.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been ready for commitment since
the womb, Dick, it’s how you’re wired.”
“Hmm.” Dick absently scratched at his stomach.
“Speaking of wombs, that brings up another good point.
I don’t have one.”
Roy blinked. “A point?”
Dick scowled. “A womb. And the various other
accoutrements that come with it.”
“So Lian’s an only child? I can deal with that.”
Dick narrowed his eyes. “Can you deal with taking my
cock up your ass?”
“WHOA!” Roy backed up a step. “I... whoa! Jesus,
man. I thought you Batboys liked to sneak around the
issue?”
“This issue’s a little too big for that,” Dick
smirked. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not
be celibate for the rest of my life.”
“We could always see other people on the side.” Roy
blanched at Dick’s Batman-esque glare. “Kidding!
Only kidding.”
“That brings up another point.”
“It does.” Roy crossed his arms. “Oh, wonderful.”
“How do I know you’re not going to change your mind
again after the next near death experience.”
“You don’t!” Roy threw his arms up. “I don’t! All I
can say is, I’ve taken a nice long look at what I want
out of life. I’ve got a beautiful little girl, an
awesome job, a kickass Manhattan apartment. I just
need somebody to share it all with.”
“God, that was schmaltzy.”
“I know. I think I need to cut back on my sugar
intake.”
Dick gave his friend an exasperated, yet fond look.
“I can honestly say I didn’t come here today with the
intention of making any life altering decisions.”
Roy perked up. He was sure there was an unsaid
“But...” in there.
“Kiss me.”
“Uh...”
“Kiss me, Roy,” Dick said seriously. “Or, this
conversation ends right here.”
“Okay. Kiss you.” Roy swallowed. “I can do that.”
“And, no closing your eyes and pretending I have
breasts.”
“Damn.” Roy steeled himself. He could do this. Dick
was a fairly attractive person... for a guy. All Roy
had to do was treat this like any other problem.
Break
it down into parts and deal with them individually.
Bright blue eyes, check. Silky black hair, check.
Luscious lower lip, cheeeeck. Creamy skin covering
an elegant neck, leading down to a hard chest, six
pack
abs, and then a penis, yes, a penis. Check, check,
check, checkcheckcheckcheckcheck...
“You look like you’re about to play tonsil hockey with
a dead fish.”
“This would go better if you didn’t say anything. Uh,
I mean-“
“Oh, for pete’s sake.” Dick lunged foreword
propelling Roy into the second row of lockers. Before
Roy could utter anything Dick kissed him. After a
moment of unresponsiveness he pulled back. “Well?”
Roy looked pensive. He licked his lips. “Try it
again.”
“But-“
“Just try it again.”
Dick leaned in and once again pressed his mouth to
Roy’s. This time Roy’s lips were pliant. They moved
together, heads tilting for better access, mouths
opening for deeper contact, tongues coming out to
tentatively touch, than explore. Dick could feel
Roy’s hands on his back, pulling him in closer. This
was nice. Really, really nice.
“Hot damn!”
“Augh!” Both men jumped apart at the sound of the
appreciative comment, and corresponding wolf
whistle.
“Grace!” Roy looked ready to cause some serious
damage. “What the hell?!”
His former paramour stood just inside the door to the
locker room, hip cocked, an obnoxious grin firmly
planted on her face. “Well, this girl’s got jack off
fantasies for the next two months. Thanks fellas.”
She crossed over to the lockers and began to strip.
“Grace, this is the men’s locker room.” Dick seethed.
With one snort the meta human managed to convey the
statement ‘Like I fuckin’ care.’ She pulled her shirt
over her head, then stared quizzically at her field
commander. “Hey, 'Wing, that vein’s coming out on
your
forhead again. You should think about decaf.” She
nodded sagely.
Roy grabbed his sputtering friend and herded him
towards the door. He cast a final, scathing glance
at the grinning Grace before pushing Dick out into the
hallway.
Dick glared at the heavy door, as if his gaze could
somehow penerate the steel and properly chastise the
woman beyond. Of course, considering who his mentor
was, that wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
Roy decided the best course of action was to head
the burgoning Bat-like behaviour off at the curve.
"She's a pistol, ain't she? Hey, why don't you come
over for dinner tonight?"
Dick blinked. "Dinner? You're not going to try and
cook, are you?"
"Hell no! Do you really think I'd put my little girl
through something as traumatic as that? I'm thinking,
pizza?"
"I don't kn-"
This time Roy instigated the kiss. His hands tangled
in Dick's hair, holding him in place, so that he could
take full advantage of that occasionally infuriating
mouth. The tingle he had felt before, the one that
started in his fingers and his toes and just worked
it's way up, was back. Evidently it wasn't just a one
time thing. That was good. Grace could live.
Roy gave one last buzz to Dick's lower lip before he
pulled back. "Lian goes to bed at eight."
Dick looked slightly dazed, and just the tiniest bit
debauched. He licked his reddened lips. "Eight,
huh?"
"Yep."
"You know this isn't going to be easy. You and me,
there are going to be clashes."
Roy grinned and threw his arm around his friend's
shoulders. "It's called passion, baby, passion."
Dick scowled. "Don't call me baby."
"Sweetums?"
"Roy."
"Punkin?"
"*Roy*."
"Muffin?"
"Roy!"
"Hey," Roy stared at Dick's forhead. "Grace was
right, that vein *does* pop out."
Dick couldn't decide wether to bristle and face
stroking out, or slump in defeat. "You're gonna be
the death of me, aren't you?"
"Ah, don't get your hot pants in a twist. I'm just
playing."
"They weren't hot pants."
"Yes, they were."
"No, they weren't."
"Whatever you say, Sugar Dumpling."
"ROY!"
"Heh."
Summary: After his conversation with Grace, Roy did
some thinking, and that's never a good thing.
Warnings: This is set right after Outsiders 11, so it
does contain spoilers for that issue.
Rating: PG13
Comments: Thanks go to
j_crew_guy for the beta,workingslacker for the encouragment, and thete1 for posting about Bartleby.com, which is where I found the title. *g*Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. - Hero,
in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 1, l. 106.
Roy had always considered himself to be a roll with
the punches kind of guy. He'd get knocked down, he'd
get right back up again. He'd get hit, he'd hit back.
He'd get shot five times in the chest, he'd... suffer
a slight breakdown and take styling advice from a
six-year-old.
He ruefully stroked his smooth chin. "Uncle Ollie, my
ass."
"Uh," Dick gave him a funny little glance over the
shower partition. "Is this going to be a private
moment between you and your memories, or can I stay?"
Roy snorted and peered through the mist. "Ewww. And,
may I counter with, that line of thinking's pretty
ironic coming from the original Whore Wonder."
"Whore Wonder?” Dick snickered. “How long have you
been waiting to use that one?"
"Too long, my friend."
"Well, it's nice. Very original."
Roy watched as his friend begin to shampoo his hair.
"Really?"
"No, not really. I first heard that my second month
on the job from this guy working down at the docks
bringing in shipments of heroin." Dick stuck his head
under the spray. "Of course that was the only time I
heard it too."
"That so?” Roy vigorously rubbed at his own scalp.
“'Cause with those hot pants, I'd thought you would
have invited lots of comments like that."
Dick scowled. "They were not *hot pants*. They
were-"
"Short shorts."
"Cram it, Speedy."
"Cram what, where, Robbie?"
Dick briefly rested his head against the tile wall.
"Why do I even try to have conversations with you?"
Roy responded by singing loudly, and mostly off-key
while doing a little booty shaking dance under the
spray. "Who wears short shorts? Dick wears short
shorts."
"I swear to God, if I hear any member of this team,
*especially* Grace, hum a single bar of that song,
I'll--"
"Yeesh.” Roy turned off his water, and reached for a
towel. “Somebody's sensitive. So, come on, finish
the story. Why didn't Whore Wonder catch on as a fun
and pithy new nickname?"
Dick took the towel that Roy was offering and scrubbed
it over his hair. "Batman castrated the guy who said
it."
Roy stopped fast in the middle of drying himself.
"Dick... please tell me you're joking."
Dick wrapped his towel around his waist and shrugged.
"Batman had thrown a batarang at this other thug,
only the guy dodged, and the 'rang deflected off a
steel shipping container, flipped around and headed
straight for the first guy who was bending over to
pick up a gun."
"Oh... God..."
"Yep, if it had just been a little higher, or a little
lower... But, no. With that trajectory, and speed...
both testicles were crushed."
Roy stared as his friend calmly walked out into the
locker room. He quickly followed. "You made that
up."
Dick shrugged. "No one ever tried to insinuate
anything about me again. At least, not where one of
us could hear it."
"You did! You just made that up!"
"If you don't believe me, ask Bruce sometime."
"Oh, yeah, I can see how that conversation would go."
Roy shuddered and opened his locker. "He might try for
a repeat performance."
"In that case you probably shouldn't.” Dick smirked.
“If anything happened to Little Roy, Grace would be
pissed."
"First of all, 'little'?! And, secondly... I don't
know what you're talking about."
Dick snorted. "Riiight. I may have been raised by an
emotionally stifled, socially inept paranoid, but
I'm not stupid."
Roy pulled on his pants and considered his options.
"Fine. We have a thing."
"Is it serious?"
"God, no!" Roy noticed the raised eyebrow, and
vaguely disapproving set to Dick's mouth. "Don't
worry, we're in complete agreement about that."
"Kind of a best friends with benefits deal, huh?"
"Nah, that would be us." Roy blinked. "Uh, that
is--"
"You propositioning me, big boy?" Dick fluttered his
eyelashes.
Roy threw his used towel at Dick's head. "Stop that!"
He went back to dressing, and tried to ignore his
friend's laughter. "Grace and me, as crude as it
sounds, are more like fuckbuddies."
"You're right. That does sound crude."
“Hmph.” Roy bit back a few choice things he could
have said regarding Dick’s former bedmates. But, it
wouldn’t do to completely piss the guy off, especially
with where he was about to direct the conversation.
"You know, she thinks we'd make a cute couple."
"Hmmm?"
"Grace.” Roy hazarded a glance at Dick. “She said
that we have sexual tension. That there's this erotic
Butch/Sundance vibe going on."
For a moment there was silence as Dick mulled over
that last comment. "I'm Butch, right?"
Roy puffed his chest out. "If anyone in this
relationship would be *Butch*, it would be me."
"Roy, you are a lot of things, but Paul Newman isn't
one of them."
"I can be suave!"
"Mmm hmm."
“I can!”
“Right. You just choose not to.”
“Exactly!” Roy buckled his belt and took a deep
breath. “So, you want to try it?”
Dick froze in the middle of tucking in his tee shirt.
“Try what?”
Roy tried on his best grin. “Us. You and me. Butch,”
he gestured to himself, “and Sundance.” His arm swept
out towards Dick, who, at the moment closely resembled
a small animal caught in the halogens of a
tractor trailer.
Dick cleared his throat. “I know you had heart
surgery, but did the doctors decide to tweak your
brain too?”
“Ha. Avoidance. Bad Batboy. I’m being serious.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah. I really am.”
“Okay.” Dick shut his locker and leaned against it.
“Do you mind if I ask where this is coming from?
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this desire to jump my
bones is a new thing, right?”
Roy grimaced. “Jumping of bones... I hadn’t quite
thought it through to that part yet.”
Dick snorted. “Why am I not surprised? Is all this
just because of what Grace said?
“Partly.” Roy closed his eyes. “You know, I can’t
count the number of times I’ve been close to dying. If
anyone in our business can, they’re either lying, or
not doing something right. But, I’ve never had to
have my heart cut open before.” His hand absently
rubbed at the cloth covering the long pink scar
bisecting his chest. “I’ve been thinking about making
a change for a while now, Grace just opened my eyes to
new possibilities, that’s all.” He looked over at
Dick and smiled. “You’re my best friend. I trust you
more than just about anyone else in this world. Lian
adores you, and don’t tell me that you don’t feel the
same about her. I think... I think we could make a
good family together.”
“Oh, God...” Dick’s eyes were wide. “You’re
serious.”
Roy nodded.
“Okay, let’s just skip over the whole ‘We don’t love
each other' part, you’re-“
“I love you.”
Dick blinked. “Uh... But, as a friend, right? Just
as a friend.”
“For now. The best relationships are built on solid
friendships, Dick.”
Dick mock-glared. “Stop acting all mature. You’re
starting to freak me out.”
“Heh.” Roy grinned. “Come on, you’ve got doubts.
Hit me.”
“Don’t tempt me. Look, I understand the need to make
a major life change after something so traumatic, but
don’t you think this is going a little too far?”
“No. Like I said, I had been thinking about making
changes for a while now. Granted, before Grace’s
little eye opener, I was thinking about finding a nice
*woman* to settle down with, but... She made me
realize that there’s a pretty good candidate right in
front of me.
“I’m... honored? Roy, you’re not just talking about a
fling, you’re talking about a serious commitment. I
don’t think I’m ready for something like that.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been ready for commitment since
the womb, Dick, it’s how you’re wired.”
“Hmm.” Dick absently scratched at his stomach.
“Speaking of wombs, that brings up another good point.
I don’t have one.”
Roy blinked. “A point?”
Dick scowled. “A womb. And the various other
accoutrements that come with it.”
“So Lian’s an only child? I can deal with that.”
Dick narrowed his eyes. “Can you deal with taking my
cock up your ass?”
“WHOA!” Roy backed up a step. “I... whoa! Jesus,
man. I thought you Batboys liked to sneak around the
issue?”
“This issue’s a little too big for that,” Dick
smirked. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not
be celibate for the rest of my life.”
“We could always see other people on the side.” Roy
blanched at Dick’s Batman-esque glare. “Kidding!
Only kidding.”
“That brings up another point.”
“It does.” Roy crossed his arms. “Oh, wonderful.”
“How do I know you’re not going to change your mind
again after the next near death experience.”
“You don’t!” Roy threw his arms up. “I don’t! All I
can say is, I’ve taken a nice long look at what I want
out of life. I’ve got a beautiful little girl, an
awesome job, a kickass Manhattan apartment. I just
need somebody to share it all with.”
“God, that was schmaltzy.”
“I know. I think I need to cut back on my sugar
intake.”
Dick gave his friend an exasperated, yet fond look.
“I can honestly say I didn’t come here today with the
intention of making any life altering decisions.”
Roy perked up. He was sure there was an unsaid
“But...” in there.
“Kiss me.”
“Uh...”
“Kiss me, Roy,” Dick said seriously. “Or, this
conversation ends right here.”
“Okay. Kiss you.” Roy swallowed. “I can do that.”
“And, no closing your eyes and pretending I have
breasts.”
“Damn.” Roy steeled himself. He could do this. Dick
was a fairly attractive person... for a guy. All Roy
had to do was treat this like any other problem.
Break
it down into parts and deal with them individually.
Bright blue eyes, check. Silky black hair, check.
Luscious lower lip, cheeeeck. Creamy skin covering
an elegant neck, leading down to a hard chest, six
pack
abs, and then a penis, yes, a penis. Check, check,
check, checkcheckcheckcheckcheck...
“You look like you’re about to play tonsil hockey with
a dead fish.”
“This would go better if you didn’t say anything. Uh,
I mean-“
“Oh, for pete’s sake.” Dick lunged foreword
propelling Roy into the second row of lockers. Before
Roy could utter anything Dick kissed him. After a
moment of unresponsiveness he pulled back. “Well?”
Roy looked pensive. He licked his lips. “Try it
again.”
“But-“
“Just try it again.”
Dick leaned in and once again pressed his mouth to
Roy’s. This time Roy’s lips were pliant. They moved
together, heads tilting for better access, mouths
opening for deeper contact, tongues coming out to
tentatively touch, than explore. Dick could feel
Roy’s hands on his back, pulling him in closer. This
was nice. Really, really nice.
“Hot damn!”
“Augh!” Both men jumped apart at the sound of the
appreciative comment, and corresponding wolf
whistle.
“Grace!” Roy looked ready to cause some serious
damage. “What the hell?!”
His former paramour stood just inside the door to the
locker room, hip cocked, an obnoxious grin firmly
planted on her face. “Well, this girl’s got jack off
fantasies for the next two months. Thanks fellas.”
She crossed over to the lockers and began to strip.
“Grace, this is the men’s locker room.” Dick seethed.
With one snort the meta human managed to convey the
statement ‘Like I fuckin’ care.’ She pulled her shirt
over her head, then stared quizzically at her field
commander. “Hey, 'Wing, that vein’s coming out on
your
forhead again. You should think about decaf.” She
nodded sagely.
Roy grabbed his sputtering friend and herded him
towards the door. He cast a final, scathing glance
at the grinning Grace before pushing Dick out into the
hallway.
Dick glared at the heavy door, as if his gaze could
somehow penerate the steel and properly chastise the
woman beyond. Of course, considering who his mentor
was, that wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
Roy decided the best course of action was to head
the burgoning Bat-like behaviour off at the curve.
"She's a pistol, ain't she? Hey, why don't you come
over for dinner tonight?"
Dick blinked. "Dinner? You're not going to try and
cook, are you?"
"Hell no! Do you really think I'd put my little girl
through something as traumatic as that? I'm thinking,
pizza?"
"I don't kn-"
This time Roy instigated the kiss. His hands tangled
in Dick's hair, holding him in place, so that he could
take full advantage of that occasionally infuriating
mouth. The tingle he had felt before, the one that
started in his fingers and his toes and just worked
it's way up, was back. Evidently it wasn't just a one
time thing. That was good. Grace could live.
Roy gave one last buzz to Dick's lower lip before he
pulled back. "Lian goes to bed at eight."
Dick looked slightly dazed, and just the tiniest bit
debauched. He licked his reddened lips. "Eight,
huh?"
"Yep."
"You know this isn't going to be easy. You and me,
there are going to be clashes."
Roy grinned and threw his arm around his friend's
shoulders. "It's called passion, baby, passion."
Dick scowled. "Don't call me baby."
"Sweetums?"
"Roy."
"Punkin?"
"*Roy*."
"Muffin?"
"Roy!"
"Hey," Roy stared at Dick's forhead. "Grace was
right, that vein *does* pop out."
Dick couldn't decide wether to bristle and face
stroking out, or slump in defeat. "You're gonna be
the death of me, aren't you?"
"Ah, don't get your hot pants in a twist. I'm just
playing."
"They weren't hot pants."
"Yes, they were."
"No, they weren't."
"Whatever you say, Sugar Dumpling."
"ROY!"
"Heh."
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Date: 2004-05-07 08:24 am (UTC)“Bullshit. You’ve been ready for commitment since
the womb, Dick, it’s how you’re wired.”
So. True.
Lots of fun here, babe. :D
Oh, hey, consider posting to
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Date: 2004-05-08 12:32 pm (UTC)“Bullshit. You’ve been ready for commitment since
the womb, Dick, it’s how you’re wired.”
So. True.
I know. The poor boy.
Lots of fun here, babe. :D
Thanks! *g*
And, I'm heading over to titans_together now.
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Date: 2004-05-11 11:14 am (UTC)"I'm Butch, right?" *snerk* You just keep telling yourself that, Dick.
So cute. Thanks! :)
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Date: 2006-01-16 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-24 08:39 pm (UTC)Thanks! *g*
and I could totally see this happening.
Oh, if only... *dreamy sigh*