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Roy isn’t entirely sure how it happens. Which is already false.
He’d been unceremoniously dumped off at the Wayne’s residence by Dinah. While she had been the one who acted out the punishment it’d been Ollie’s idea. Apparently, despite being seventeen and understanding what the term “benched” meant, his guardian didn’t trust him alone. He was rather insulted actually. Two weeks ago he’d broken his arm in two locations which made the whole bow and arrow gimmick rather hard. During the same time, Oliver and Dinah had to leave Star to assist aid to a different country’s crisis, and even though Roy wasn’t an impulsive child anymore Ollie dearest didn’t trust him to be alone in town.
So, he’d been passed off to the Bat’s of Gotham. Lucky for him, not so much Dickie, the Boy Blunder had also been benched for different reasons.
“It’s horseshit!” Dick had exclaimed, much to Alfred's displeasure. “Last month the fucking sociopath had jumped into a damn trash compactor to save a hard drive, but when I go into a burning building to save kid I’m impulsive and irresponsible!”
And yeah, that sounds like them. Roy had to fight the urge to point out that Dick had gotten a third degree burn but decided not to piss off the hand that fed him.
It’d been a slow day. Roy and Dick had little to nothing to do. Dick had been working on extra credit work and Roy was scrolling on his phone. Brucie had to make an appearance at the opening of a new hospital he had helped fund, Alfred had left an hour ago to visit an old friend going through town, so it was just them and the dust. It was times like these that Roy remembers why Dick insists on spending time at his place instead of here. Oliver had chosen to live in a penthouse instead of a mansion, so not only did it feel like he was living in a home not a museum but the Wayne mansion was a good half hour ride out of town. To their luck, Dick had gotten his driving privileges revoked after a fight in school.
“What are you thinking about, shithead?” Roy asked. Dick had stopped scribbling math equations for a hot minute and was staring off into space.
Dick had looked at him with that face and Roy already felt regret and excitement. Dick had definitely grown out most of his boyish charm, he no longer resembled that overeager and excited kid who went red with a single compliment. A part of Roy missed that, but while Dick had passed his flustered stages, he’d grown into experimenting with flirting. And damn it all the asshole was proving to be a natural charismatic douche. Dick hadn’t told him anything aside to follow him. Roy, annoyed but intrigued, did so. So that was how he’d gone from bumming around Ollie’s penthouse to sitting in the Batmobile. Dick had disabled the cameras and practically shoved him into the back seat. Roy wasn’t naive or a coward so a heavy make out session was naturally followed.
Just another talent that Dick seemed to adept in as well. Roy remembers the times they’d been younger and less experienced, when he’d been the one who had the reins and Dick had jumped at the slightest creak or phone buzz. Oh how they’d bypassed that. Dick was over him, their lips firmly attached and his hands were touching just how Roy liked it. They’d done this countless times, Roy had been expecting Dick to bring him to his climax and follow himself. However, when Roy felt like he was gonna burst Dick had pulled away. The word “asshole” was on Roy’s tongue but it never came out as Dick unzipped his jeans.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, Robbie,” Roy muttered.
“I haven’t even fucking started, Speedy,” Dick huffed.
Calloused fingers carefully pulled out his erection and gave a harsh jerk. It was dry and not at all gentle and Roy embarrassingly almost came to it. Dick, the jerk, laughed at him. Roy wanted to tell him to just fucking get to it but any sense of wit disappeared when Dick bent down and took his cock in mouth.
It felt far too surreal. The position was awkward but somehow erotic. Roy was half sitting up against the door and laying down across the seats, his arm in a sling and cast was aching and should’ve annoyed him but the pain was somehow grounding, reminding him that this was happening. His cock was hardly in Dick’s mouth, the head only making it past his lips, but Dick made it up by firmly stroking his base and playing with the head with his tongue. It was rushed and frankly clumsy but Roy wasn’t going to complain. It finished as fast as it started, Roy came with a shout clenching the seat under him. Dick pulled off letting his cock shot ribbons across his face and if Roy hadn’t just come the view of Dick’s red face with cum splattered up across his lips and tongue would’ve made him cum.
“There’s some tissues in the compartment up there,” Dick said casually, as if his voice wasn’t breathless and a bit muddled.
“Holy fucking shit,” Roy shuddered. He took some shaky breaths, trying not to think of his spent dick and pulled said tissues out of the compartment. “Not complaining but the fuck was that?”
Dick wiped away his seed before giving Roy that shit eating grin. “Catwoman’s supposed to be making an appearance later tonight, wanted to give the old man a mood killer.”
“God you’re fucking pity,” Roy says, laughing. He gazes down at the painful bulge in Dick’s pants. “Want a hand?”
“You’re on bedrest, remember?” Dick retorts with far too much innocence for what he had just done.
“Fucking asshole. I have a spare hand.”
“Well if you insist, big boy. Get your ass over here.”
And Roy didn’t need to be told twice. With little grace he fumbled over, pushing Dick’s legs apart and palming the erection. Dick moaned, practically going boneless against the door. Roy still couldn’t understand how Dick preferred to be touched like this, the lack of skin to skin would drive him insane and bring him to the brink but never cross, but the Boy Wonder was always full of surprises. If he had an extra hand he’d play with Dick’s nibbles, but he substituted it with using teeth on his neck. Roy cupped Dick’s erection and roughly pressed and jerked at different angles, doubling down when Dick’s voice hitched. Unlike him, Dick came after a period of time. By that time he was crying from the stimulation, his hips were bucking frantically. Taking the hint, Roy grasp turns nearly brushing and pressed down hard. His effort was paid back in the sight of Dick arching his back and in a beautiful orgasmic cry. Dick was nearly still aside from shaking.
After a long minute, Dick composed himself. Roy put his dick away before following Dick out and carefully climbed out of the overly decorated car. Roy didn’t preserve the laugh from the way Dick was obviously getting uncomfortable with jizz in his pants. Another thing Roy didn’t understand the appeal of.
“Don’t,” Dick called out as Roy went to get the evidence. “I said I wanted to give the old man a mood killer.”
Roy blinked before shaking his head, smirking nevertheless. “Never let anyone tell you that you’re a saint, Dickie.”