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After a while, Tim got used to the stares.
Growing up in the Drake household, and then later on as a Wayne, he was used to being treated differently. When Tim went to restaurants or shops, people gazed and whispered. When he walked into a charity event or party, reporters scrambled for his attention. He was used to it.
Only now, people were gazing and whispering and scrambling for his attention in a different way.
It had caught Tim by surprise the first time a reporter made reference to the sextape of him and Jason on the internet. Her knowing eyes and sly grin had made him gape for a little while, before stuttering out a “no comment” and walking away. Nowadays, he laughed it off, sometimes even making a joke about the downsides of alcohol. Tim was actually proud of what the circumstance had turned into, as he had used it as a platform to publically come out as bisexual, taking a more active role in the various LGBT+ activities in Gotham.
Tim could only be grateful that the press had not picked up on the connection between his tattoo and his night job. When the first ditzy reporter had mentioned his “cute little sparrow tattoo”, he had not bothered to correct them, instead launching into a completely made up story about how he used to go bird watching with his late mother. The reporter had put her hand over her heat over dramatically, as if that indicated she had feelings, before moving on to the next question.
So, despite it being a little annoying, Tim got used to the stares, either shrugging them off or completely ignoring them. If Damian made a snide remark, he bit back with a clever retort that had the younger boy grasping for a comeback of his own. During a team up between the Justice League and the Titans, Tim was politely ignored Shazam’s wide eyes drilling into the back of his head (and other places). Billy was only a kid under all that magic, so Tim let that one go. He pretended not to notice Clark’s blushing or Hal and Oliver’s hushed conversations, and stopped feeling uncomfortable whenever Diana would casually bring up the contents of the video in conversation.
The highlight of the whole thing for Tim had been when Harley Quinn had shown up to bust a few heads at a high society event, before pausing and screaming in delight when she saw Tim. She had immediately stopped attacking people in favour of flirting with him, complimenting him on his performance (not knowing she had actually fought him several times before). He had found the whole exchange entertaining before the Red Hood had burst through a window and knocked Harley out cold.
Shit, maybe he should become a social recluse like Jason. To be fair, the other man probably got just as much flak from Roy and Kori.
All the drama came to a head on the night of yet another Wayne charity gala, as Tim repressed the urge to attempt sleeping with his eyes open, staring at the people around him with immense boredom. He was seated at an empty table alone, giving passive aggressive glares to anyone who came in too close a vicinity to him.
He couldn’t wait until his friends got jobs that gave them excuses to attend events like this, he thought as he watched Clark ‘interview’ Bruce for thirty minutes straight. With Steph being out of town for the week, he hadn’t bothered finding another date. He absentmindedly thought of Jason, who was probably either beating on criminals or binge watching The Office at the moment. Either of those options sounded more appealing than this shit show.
Feeling a little horny, Tim shot Jason a text.
You around later? – Tim
Twenty minutes later, Jason finally replied, and delivered the final nail in the coffin that was Tim’s miserable life.
Shit sorry. I’m actually in Hong Kong w/ Roy and Kori atm :P – Jason
Well there goes any hope of happiness tonight, Tim thought. Just as he was preparing to go schmooze with the crowd, a voice spoke from behind him.
“This seat taken?”
Tim turned, almost pulling a muscle in his neck as he craned his head to see who had snuck up on him. None other than Hal Jordan stood behind him, grinning awkwardly as he held up two champagnes.
“I have alcohol?”
Briefly considering telling him to fuck off, Tim instead just gestured to the empty seat next to him. “Didn’t think this was your scene.” He replied as he accepted one of the glasses of champagne.
“It’s not. The boss lady needed some eye candy to woo any possible investors.” Tim looked over to wear Hal was pointing, noticing a woman he vaguely recognised as Carol Ferris talking too some businessmen. “Shoulda figured Bruce would rope his Robins into making an appearance.”
“It’s expected that we show our faces every now and then. If Bruce has to struggle through this crap, he makes damn well sure we do too.”
Hal hummed in reply, before they fell into an awkward silence. Tim realised he hadn’t properly talked to the man before, and as such didn’t know him very well at all. Just as he was about to ask what was new in Sector 2814, Hal broke the silence.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable about the whole, um…”
“Watching me have sex thing?”
At least Hal had the decency to look embarrassed, Tim figured. The man nodded shakily as he downed the rest of his champagne. “I, ah, shouldn’t have watched it. And it was a shitty thing to talk about it behind your back, as well.”
Tim shrugged it off. “It’s cool, really. Pretty much everyone has seen it, so what’s one more person. Besides, next to Billy’s constant staring, you aren’t that bad.”
“Yeah, shit. Someone should really have a chat with him about that.” Hal paused as he played with the tablecloth in front of him. “It’s really good that you’ve stood up for yourself and kids like you, though. I mean it. God knows some of us could have used a role model like you when we were growing up.”
As he let that sink in, Tim smiled at Hal and thanked him. He had assumed that the older man was straight, based on what he had heard of his womanizing ways. Glancing over at him, Tim took a moment to appreciate how well the pilot filled out the suit he was wearing, the fabric hugging all the right places to accentuate his muscles. As he glanced back up, he noticed that Hal’s eyes were watching him.
“So,” the older man continued. “Would it be correct to guess that you and, err, Jason are…”
“No, we’re not together. It’s nothing serious between us.”
Hal nodded, his face momentarily lighting up before he masked any emotion. Tim continued by asking the same question the older man did.
“What about you and Carol?”
The pilot huffed out a laugh. “Oh fuck no. Whatever we once had is now long gone. Too much history and intergalactic fighting between us now.”
Tim nodded, processing the information as he sat there. Hal was what, 30? 35? Much older than Jason, that’s for sure. But also a fair bit younger than Bruce. Deciding to go out on a limb, he finished the rest of champagne before standing up.
“Wanna get out of here? The gala’s only on the ground floor of the manor.”
At his question, Hal looked up, alarmed. “Ah, what? I mean, um, yeah okay. Lead the way.”
Tim did just that, leading Hal through the sea of people while keeping an eye out for anyone he knew. He could see Bruce smiling politely as he talked to old men in suits, and Dick was drunkenly swaying back and forth while chatting up a cute brunette. Deciding they were in the clear, Tim signalled for Hal to follow him through a closed off door in the corner of the room. As they moved up the stairs to the second floor, Tim opened another door to a large, empty lounge room.
Behind him, Hal whistled. “Wow, you definitely go all out on the interior decorating.”
Instead of replying, Tim turned around to face the man, stepping forward until he was close to him. Being shorter, Tim had to crane his head up to look Hal in the eye.
“I am reading this correctly, right?”
Hal stared, before sighing softly and rubbing his hand over his eyes. “Shit, yep. You are. And I’m going to hell for this. Fuck, Batman is gonna break the Golden rule for me, isn’t he?”
“Relax, Jordan. What Bruce doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll wipe the camera’s tomorrow morning.”
Hal’s reply of “cameras?” came out as a light squeak as Tim dropped to his knees in front of him, hands running up and down the fabric of Hal’s suit pants. He could feel the older man’s hardness growing under his hands, and groaned a little as he felt its impressive size.
“No wonder Green Lantern gets all the girls.” Tim grinned as he unzipped Hal’s pants. The older man laughed as he eagerly shrugged off his suit jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair. Tim signalled for him to sit down on the large couch in the centre of the room, before moving over on his knees so that he was in between the other man’s legs. Hal groaned again as his pants were pulled down to his ankles.
Tim nuzzled his face into Hal’s boxers, kissing his cock as it formed a large tent in the material. He continued to lick and suck at the fabric, until Hal was swearing above him. Finally deciding to pull down the other man’s underwear, Tim took a moment to marvel at the sight of Hal’s dick. “Thank god we don’t have time to fuck. That thing would destroy me.”
Before Hal could reply, Tim swallowed him down, gagging slightly as the older man’s cock filled his mouth and pressed that back of his throat. He withdrew slightly, letting his tongue run up and down the shaft as he suckled at the large head.
“Oh yeah Tim. Fuck your mouth is so good.”
So apparently Hal was a talker. He guessed he shouldn’t be surprised. Tim bobbed his head up and down the man’s length, his hand jacking off the region of the shaft that wasn’t in his mouth. He felt Hal’s hands fist in his hair, reviling in the slight twinge he felt when the older man tugged hard. Allowing himself to be directed by Hal’s hands, Tim let his tongue run over the underside of the man’s shaft, lathering it in wet spit as it moved in and out of his mouth. As it moved deeper, Tim let out a small gagging sound, before recovering to continue blowing the pilot.
Tim looked up at Hal, only to see him staring back at him with rapt attention. The man’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging slightly open and emitting small groans. “Shit, you’re so fucking good at this. Oh fucking god.”
Allowing for a small moment of pride that he was making the alleged womanizer, Hal Jordan himself, fall apart above him, Tim went back to sucking him off. He let saliva drip out of his mouth and down Hal’s cock, before suctioning his lips and mouth over the head. He could feel himself rock hard in his own suit pants as he knelt between Hal’s knees. The pilot’s grunt was cut off as Tim took him down as far as he could go, more quiet gags escaping his mouth as he nestled his face in Hal’s pubes.
“I’m close. Oh baby, I’m so fucking close.”
Deciding to pull out a trick that he had learnt from Jason, Tim continued to deepthroat Hal as he opened his mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to reach out. He kept the older man’s cock deep in his mouth and throat, letting his tongue lick and massage Hal’s balls. As expected, Tim felt the Hal’s balls tighten in response, and the pilot let out an honest to god whimper.
“Shit. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” As he felt Hal’s whole body tense, Tim let himself zone out momentarily, letting his training from Batman be put to good use, to hold his breath as he kept his lips sealed around the base of Hal’s cock, kissing his pubes. A few seconds later, Hal’s whole body lifted off the couch, and Tim felt the splash of cum spilling directly into his throat. He maintained the intense sucking for a little longer, milking any more cum from the older man as he grunted and groaned above him.
Tim let himself pull off Hal’s cock, instead nestling his face in the man’s upper leg as he hurriedly unzipped his own pants and pulled himself off. Already extremely aroused from giving the mother fucking Green Lantern a blowjob, Tim only had to jack himself off for half a minute before he was cumming in thick ropes across the wooden floor. He heaved a large breath as he tucked his cock back in his pants, rocking back on his heels to glance up at the older man.
Still sitting on the couch, Hal’s chest rose and fell as he glanced at Tim. “Holy fuck. Does Batman train all his Robins to be good at everything? Actually, wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.”
“He doesn’t, don’t worry” Tim laughed as he wiped his mouth of any excess spit. “But thanks for the complement.”
“We should probably be getting back to the party, before anyone realises we’re gone.” Hal stood up, pulling up his underwear and pants, before checking his watch. “We’ve been gone already for… fuck. You made me cum in five minutes. I feel like I’m in high school again.”
Tim stood up as well, walking over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. “I thought it was meant to be the other way around when you get older? Like, you can’t get it up?” He stood in front of the mirror, patting down his frazzled hair and re-tying his tie. Suddenly, Hal was directly behind him, smirking his typical smirk.
“I’m 34, not 60.” He then turned Tim around, before leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. After a moment of initial surprise, Tim returned the kiss, letting himself melt into Hal’s mouth. He could see why so many people fell for the pilot. After one final chaste kiss, Tim leant back to look at him with scepticism.
“What was that for?”
“I realised I never kissed you.” Hal looked down at him with a small smile. “Figured it’s the least I owed you after you gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He paused for a second. “From a human at least. You should see some of the weird shit aliens do.”
Tim let out a laugh as he lent in again to peck Hal on the lips. “Come on, let’s get back to the party.” As they walked back, Tim half listened to the older man continue to talk about his space escapades, instead focusing on how to enter the ballroom discretely.
They did manage to do so, and Tim mentally high-fived himself as they sat back down weaved through the various guests. Looking around, Tim saw Bruce talking to yet another socialite, while Dick was still talking to the same brunette, looking even more drunk than before. Tim turned around, to give Hal a thumbs up, only to see him frozen on the spot.
“What?”
Hal continued to stare absently over his shoulder, his face as pale as a ghost. “We are so fucking screwed.”
Knowing that both Bruce and Dick hadn’t noticed their absence, Tim couldn’t understand was the older man was being so dramatic about. But he followed Hal’s gaze, across the room to the corner. And then felt the blood drain out of his own face as well.
In the corner, Clark was staring at them, face as red as a stop sign.
Oh fuck.
***
“Oh my fucking god. Please tell me that he heard everything!”
Tim grinned as he nodded, watching Jason choke a little on his beer as he laughed. The other man’s whole body shook with laughter as he squeezed his eyes shut. They were both sitting on Jason’s cheap couch, drinking shitty beer under a ratty blanket as they watched reruns of TV sitcoms.
“We completely forgot about the fact that fucking Superman was in the building. Probably saw everything too, with his X-ray vision.”
“That’s fucking classic!” Jason crowed as he sat his beer down on the coffee table in front of them. “So what happened?”
“Well apparently Hal had to take over all of Clark’s monitor duty shifts at the Watchtower for the next three months, in order to get him to not tell Bruce.”
“Shiiiit. Are you gonna see him again?”
Tim shrugged, not really sure. “Probably not. I think it was just a mutual stress relief thing. Besides, he’s actually so big. Getting fucked by him would hurt like a bitch.”
“Pussy.” Jason smirked. He leant over to chuck and arm over Tim’s shoulders, pulling him closer to him. “Bet I could take it.”
In response, Tim let out a scoff as he turned to look at Jason. “Are you kidding me? You bitch and whine about me half the time. You’d be crying before he got halfway in.”
“Maybe I should be inviting Mr. Green Lantern himself over one day.” Jason laughed again, reaching out to nuggie Tim’s head. The younger man yelped as he pulled away. “Besides, I’ve gotta take my title of best blowjob. No way am I losing to you, replacement.”
Tim chuckled, leaning in to kiss Jason before sliding off the couch to disappear under the blanket. “I dunno, I am pretty good at what I do.” Feeling Jason relax under his touch and groan softly, Tim smirked before biting down hard on his inner thigh.
“Ow, Fuck! Oh that’s it, Timmers. You’re so fucking dead.”