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imasupermuteant) wrote2011-02-04 01:14 am
imasupermuteant) wrote2011-02-04 01:14 am
Ficlets from Last Night II: Son of Ficlets from Last night
Title: Nips
Fandom: Teen Titans (The first ones!)
Pairing: Dick/Roy (sort of)
Rating/Warnings: PG for body piercing and hormones
Word Count: 249
Summary: (617): My nipple rings set off the metal detector at the courthouse this morning.
When Dick gets the text from Roy he spends a good few minutes deciphering what, exactly, his friend is trying to express. Is it some sort of code? Is someone in trouble?
When did Roy get nipple rings?
As far as Dick knows, anyone under the age of 18 has to have parental permission for that sort of thing*. This thought leaves Dick with the (highly upsetting) mental image of Ollie, helping Roy pick out a pair of silver loops in one of those neon-lit parlors he sees around Gotham.
He spends a couple moments imagining the rings. Were they rings? Were they, maybe, those little barbells that Dick occasionally saw on those websites he was totally not allowed to be browsing?
They must be new (Dick would have heard of them before now). He imagines the skin around them (red, sore and tender), the thought of maybe touching them and hearing Roy gasp or curse.
Dick is hard at the breakfast table.
He thinks about the possibility of maybe, some day, sliding his tongue across those rings. Would it be metallic? Would it be cool or warm with the heat of Roy's skin?
Dick is staring into his tea (Alfred won't let him have coffee) when he realizes that Roy has no valid reason for being in a court house in the first place.
He glares at his phone for a while before turning back to his breakfast, ignoring his inconvenient erection.
If it's really important, he'll find out from the morning news.
*For the curious: It's actually illegal for a piercing parlor to pierce the nipples of anyone under 18, even *with* parental permission, because nipples count as genitalia. I'm not quite sure if this applies to boys as well as girls, but I like the idea that Roy got his piercings on the sly.
Title: Nothing Happened
Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing: Tim/Kon/Bart (sort of)
Rating/Warning: Rated PG for burning
Word Count: 187
Summary: Don't worry, nothing happened....but we should have a fire extinguisher here.
"Tim! I didn't know you'd be here so early."
Something is very, very wrong.
Tim gives his fake-est and most frightening smile, "I'm late, actually. What did you do?"
"Nothing! I didn't-- I mean, um... What?"
Bart is nearly vibrating with contained guilt. Tim narrows his eyes, appreciating the corresponding tension in Bart's shoulders.
"You have soot on your forehead."
Bart chokes out a terrified, "Oh."
Inside, somewhere very deep and repressed, Tim is laughing. "What happened and how can we clean it up before Vic sees it?"
"It's not that bad! By the way, did you know that throwing water on a grease fire makes it worse? Also hair melts when it burns..."
Tim sighs.
"Kon did it." Bart finishes before racing back to the scene of the crime.
He rushes back, bringing with him the smell of roasting carpet fibers.
"Also we don't know how to put the ice on Kon's junk without freezing it off."
"I'll be right there." Tim says calmly.
It was so much better when they were just playing with bubblewrap, he laments to himself as he gathers his things and heads inside.
Title: Future Shock
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim Jason/Bruce
Rating/Warnings: rated PG-13 for cursing and time travel
Word Count: 558 words
Summary:(917): Holy cold harsh reality of sobriety batman
Jason is not used to waking up in places he doesn't recognize. Really. For all that his claims to worldliness are beyond valid (in his opinion), Jason has never consumed enough of any substance (illegal or otherwise) to result in the sort of nauseous amnesia he's experiencing at the moment.
"Wha--?"
"Ummm..."
And the morning just keeps getting worse because that voice is coming from the naked boy next to him and Jason is in a bed and he doesn't know how any of this happened.
"What the Fuck is--" He's not hyperventilating at all, that raspy click in his throat is most certainly his imagination.
"Jason?" The naked kid says and Jason gives himself and mental kick in the balls because he told nakedboy his name and why would he do that?
"It's okay!" Nakedboy says, noticing Jason's distress (and isn't Jason a fail at that whole acting thing Bruce has been trying to teach him?). "Calm down. Just breathe."
Jason breathes but it doesn't change the fact that he's naked in bed with someone who isn't his large and occasionally frightening lover.
Not that Bruce would ever hit Jason without permission, but he might hit this kid through the wall. Or glare a lot. Glaring was worse.
"Hmmmm..." Nakedboy exhales slowly, a little bit like a dentist who has just come in contact with the world's most fascinating impacted wisdom tooth. "It appears as though there's been a... problem."
"A problem?!" Jason cried, "I don't know you, man. I am in your bed and there are no clothes and I. Don't. Know. You."
"Technically," Nakedboy says with a faint smile that seems utterly out of place, "We are in your bed."
"I've never seen this place in my life! Did I mention the nudity?"
"Mmm." Nakedboy appears to be watching the movement of his lips and it's creepy as hell, "Yes. Well, you appear to be... Temporally displaced?"
Jason takes a moment to translate that from nerd and comes up with 'something freaky has gone down'.
"Fuck." Jason says.
"Yeah." Nakedboy replies, "I'm Tim, by the way."
"I'm Jason."
"I know," Tim tells him, "I was having sex with you just a couple hours ago."
"Oh..." Jason blinks. And then, because he can't stop himself, "Where's Bruce?"
Tim becomes much more serious, and he rests a hand on Jason's shoulder. It's comforting and worrying all at once and Jason really isn't paying attention to Tim's morning half-boner anymore.
"Things are a little bit different now, Jason." Tim says softly, "I only hope we can get you home before you figure out what those differences are."
Jason feels a little bit like the confused and misplaced teenager that he is. He tries to imagine a world in which Bruce isn't the center of his life, and he doesn't want to.
It might have been better, Jason thinks, if this was the result of some ill-advised bender. It would certainly be less frightening.
"We're going to work this out." Tim says calmly, "I'm just going to contact the League and..."
Jason breathes. Deeply.
"Hey." Tim says, "It's all going to be fine."
"Really?" Jason doesn't mean to sound like a frightened kid but, well, he kind of is.
"Yeah." Tim reminds him, "I want my boyfriend back just as much as you do."
Jason tries to feel comforted.
Fandom: Teen Titans (The first ones!)
Pairing: Dick/Roy (sort of)
Rating/Warnings: PG for body piercing and hormones
Word Count: 249
Summary: (617): My nipple rings set off the metal detector at the courthouse this morning.
When Dick gets the text from Roy he spends a good few minutes deciphering what, exactly, his friend is trying to express. Is it some sort of code? Is someone in trouble?
When did Roy get nipple rings?
As far as Dick knows, anyone under the age of 18 has to have parental permission for that sort of thing*. This thought leaves Dick with the (highly upsetting) mental image of Ollie, helping Roy pick out a pair of silver loops in one of those neon-lit parlors he sees around Gotham.
He spends a couple moments imagining the rings. Were they rings? Were they, maybe, those little barbells that Dick occasionally saw on those websites he was totally not allowed to be browsing?
They must be new (Dick would have heard of them before now). He imagines the skin around them (red, sore and tender), the thought of maybe touching them and hearing Roy gasp or curse.
Dick is hard at the breakfast table.
He thinks about the possibility of maybe, some day, sliding his tongue across those rings. Would it be metallic? Would it be cool or warm with the heat of Roy's skin?
Dick is staring into his tea (Alfred won't let him have coffee) when he realizes that Roy has no valid reason for being in a court house in the first place.
He glares at his phone for a while before turning back to his breakfast, ignoring his inconvenient erection.
If it's really important, he'll find out from the morning news.
*For the curious: It's actually illegal for a piercing parlor to pierce the nipples of anyone under 18, even *with* parental permission, because nipples count as genitalia. I'm not quite sure if this applies to boys as well as girls, but I like the idea that Roy got his piercings on the sly.
Title: Nothing Happened
Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing: Tim/Kon/Bart (sort of)
Rating/Warning: Rated PG for burning
Word Count: 187
Summary: Don't worry, nothing happened....but we should have a fire extinguisher here.
"Tim! I didn't know you'd be here so early."
Something is very, very wrong.
Tim gives his fake-est and most frightening smile, "I'm late, actually. What did you do?"
"Nothing! I didn't-- I mean, um... What?"
Bart is nearly vibrating with contained guilt. Tim narrows his eyes, appreciating the corresponding tension in Bart's shoulders.
"You have soot on your forehead."
Bart chokes out a terrified, "Oh."
Inside, somewhere very deep and repressed, Tim is laughing. "What happened and how can we clean it up before Vic sees it?"
"It's not that bad! By the way, did you know that throwing water on a grease fire makes it worse? Also hair melts when it burns..."
Tim sighs.
"Kon did it." Bart finishes before racing back to the scene of the crime.
He rushes back, bringing with him the smell of roasting carpet fibers.
"Also we don't know how to put the ice on Kon's junk without freezing it off."
"I'll be right there." Tim says calmly.
It was so much better when they were just playing with bubblewrap, he laments to himself as he gathers his things and heads inside.
Title: Future Shock
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim Jason/Bruce
Rating/Warnings: rated PG-13 for cursing and time travel
Word Count: 558 words
Summary:(917): Holy cold harsh reality of sobriety batman
Jason is not used to waking up in places he doesn't recognize. Really. For all that his claims to worldliness are beyond valid (in his opinion), Jason has never consumed enough of any substance (illegal or otherwise) to result in the sort of nauseous amnesia he's experiencing at the moment.
"Wha--?"
"Ummm..."
And the morning just keeps getting worse because that voice is coming from the naked boy next to him and Jason is in a bed and he doesn't know how any of this happened.
"What the Fuck is--" He's not hyperventilating at all, that raspy click in his throat is most certainly his imagination.
"Jason?" The naked kid says and Jason gives himself and mental kick in the balls because he told nakedboy his name and why would he do that?
"It's okay!" Nakedboy says, noticing Jason's distress (and isn't Jason a fail at that whole acting thing Bruce has been trying to teach him?). "Calm down. Just breathe."
Jason breathes but it doesn't change the fact that he's naked in bed with someone who isn't his large and occasionally frightening lover.
Not that Bruce would ever hit Jason without permission, but he might hit this kid through the wall. Or glare a lot. Glaring was worse.
"Hmmmm..." Nakedboy exhales slowly, a little bit like a dentist who has just come in contact with the world's most fascinating impacted wisdom tooth. "It appears as though there's been a... problem."
"A problem?!" Jason cried, "I don't know you, man. I am in your bed and there are no clothes and I. Don't. Know. You."
"Technically," Nakedboy says with a faint smile that seems utterly out of place, "We are in your bed."
"I've never seen this place in my life! Did I mention the nudity?"
"Mmm." Nakedboy appears to be watching the movement of his lips and it's creepy as hell, "Yes. Well, you appear to be... Temporally displaced?"
Jason takes a moment to translate that from nerd and comes up with 'something freaky has gone down'.
"Fuck." Jason says.
"Yeah." Nakedboy replies, "I'm Tim, by the way."
"I'm Jason."
"I know," Tim tells him, "I was having sex with you just a couple hours ago."
"Oh..." Jason blinks. And then, because he can't stop himself, "Where's Bruce?"
Tim becomes much more serious, and he rests a hand on Jason's shoulder. It's comforting and worrying all at once and Jason really isn't paying attention to Tim's morning half-boner anymore.
"Things are a little bit different now, Jason." Tim says softly, "I only hope we can get you home before you figure out what those differences are."
Jason feels a little bit like the confused and misplaced teenager that he is. He tries to imagine a world in which Bruce isn't the center of his life, and he doesn't want to.
It might have been better, Jason thinks, if this was the result of some ill-advised bender. It would certainly be less frightening.
"We're going to work this out." Tim says calmly, "I'm just going to contact the League and..."
Jason breathes. Deeply.
"Hey." Tim says, "It's all going to be fine."
"Really?" Jason doesn't mean to sound like a frightened kid but, well, he kind of is.
"Yeah." Tim reminds him, "I want my boyfriend back just as much as you do."
Jason tries to feel comforted.