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"Yes, Jay, get all this off of me," Tim moaned.
Dick was pretty sure those words coming through the comm link in his ear were not meant for him. "Uh, Tim?" he chuckled nervously. "You're on comms with me still."
Instead of getting a response to that, Dick heard, "Fuck, you're so hot, baby bird. Can't fuckin' believe I get to have this."
Huh. Dick double-checked his own comm link—yep, he was broadcasting. He chuckled nervously. "Jay? Tim? Can you hear me? Because I can hear you, and I sure as hell don't want to."
It wasn't a lie, he really didn't want to hear any of this, but not because he was disgusted by what was happening on the other end of the line. In truth, it was pretty damn hot. But that meant it also served as a reminder of what he couldn't have. Jason and Tim had found each other in the past few months, and Dick really was very happy for them, but he had resigned himself to the lonely fate of one watching the happy couple from afar.
More gasps and moans came through in response. Clearly, this was not meant for him. Dick moved to turn off his comm and leave them to it, but a remark from Jason stopped him cold.
"What did you think of Dick out there tonight, Timmy?"
That was...strange. Why in the world would Jason mention him in the middle of sex (or, what was quite obviously about to become sex) with Tim?
Even with his name being brought up, Dick knew he really should stop listening in. This conversation was none of his business. But Dick was an eternally curious man, and his training had gained him the instinct to always listen to what other people were saying about him. So, he stayed on the line long enough to hear Tim respond, "God, he was beautiful, Jay. I missed seeing him fight in that suit of his. He's impossibly sexy."
Up till now, Dick had been swinging through Gotham back towards where he'd parked his bike before the stakeout the three of them had gone on earlier that night, intending to head back to Blüdhaven soon before the sun came up. Now, he stopped dead on the final rooftop after hearing Tim's remark. Good thing no one else was up here to see him blush.
Little did he know, that blush would only get worse.
"What if Dick had followed us back here tonight, hm?"
Dick held his breath as he awaited Tim's reply. He needn't have bothered; the reply came quick.
"You think he'd do that? What do you—mm, Jay, right there—what do you think he'd do to me? To you?"
"Hm. He'd probably want to kiss us first, the sentimental bastard, though I know I'd have my hands all over him. Fuck, you think he'd let me fuck him?"
"I hope so, his ass was made for your cock. You should fuck him into my mouth, let me have a taste of his cock."
Holy shit. Well, what was Dick doing standing on this rooftop? It was sounding more and more like both Tim and Jason really did want him there. Which was somewhat unbelievable, especially as accidental as this communication must have been, but Dick's blood had left his brain and gone much farther south by now, and that part of his body had to go check things out.
Dick swung down from the rooftop and hopped on his bike, moving as quickly as he could to get to Tim's place. Jason and Tim had said earlier they were headed that way, as Dick stayed behind to wrap things up with the cops, always the more personable hero.
The conversation in Dick's ear didn't stop as he raced to see his brothers.
"He'd love your mouth, Timmy. I–fuck! Oh God, oh God, Timmy, you're so good, holy Christ. Gonna make me come already, goddammit—"
Jason's speech was already breaking up into a pattern of stuttering gasps; Dick guessed he was coming into Tim's mouth. Fuck, Dick wanted a chance to do that. He bet Tim would love it, that little mouth of his was perfect for being stuffed with cock. He'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought of it before.
"You take me so perfectly, Tim. Dick would love you. Come up here."
The comm went quiet again except for the occasional gasp and smack of lips; for the most part, their kisses were too quiet for the microphone to pick up. But Dick could imagine it, all the same. Could imagine the way Jason was tasting his own release on Tim's tongue, how their hands would be all over each other. He wished he could be in Jason's place right now; if he were, he'd be the one getting to taste Jason's cum. He'd be the one all over Tim, and his neglected cock, and he was sure that if he just lightly rubbed one finger along the side of Tim's cock...
"Mm—oh! Jason!"
"There you go, fuck into my hand, Tim, let yourself go. Come for me."
No more words were said after that, but it didn't matter. Dick was here, swinging his way up to the small window ledge that he knew was Tim's, rushing through disarming the window, and finally, finally, reaching the source of all those wonderful words and noises that had been torturing him for so long.
He rushed into the bedroom doorway, stopping short at what he saw.
Jason was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Tim in his lap, who faced away from Dick, apparently still coming down from his orgasm and entirely unaware of Dick's entry. But what had halted Dick was just how fucking smug Jason looked, directly at Dick.
"Come to join us, have you, Dickiebird?"
Tim gradually turned around, muttering, "Huh—" before interrupting himself with a wide-eyed stare at Dick, one which Dick was sure he was mirroring right back as he slowly pulled out the comm link.
Dick's eyes were darting around the room. Neither of them had comms in their ears, as he figured, so he looked for their clothes, and there, on top of the dresser next to where their clothes lay strewn across the floor, was that tiny skin-colored device that he knew was a comm link.
He picked it up. "Did you know this was running that whole time?"
Tim looked back at Jason. "Jay?"
"Well, it got you here, didn't it?" Jason shrugged.
"It damn near didn't. I tried to tell you, but got no response. I went to turn off my comm, but..." Dick trailed off, unable to admit why he had stayed.
Jason finished the sentence for him. "You heard me say your name, and you just had to know why I would mention you, you nosy pervert. But you know what? I like that about you. So does Tim. And I think you know that very well, now. Tell me you want this as much as we do. You heard it all, didn't you? Look at me, look at Tim, and tell us."
Dick couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, I want this. I've wanted this for a long time. I want to kiss you, and eat you out, and fuck you both. But you know what I most want right now? I want you to make good on your promises. Fuck me, Jason. Suck me off, Tim. I need it, so fucking badly, after what you've done to me on the way here. God, please tell me I can get out of this suit."
Tim spoke up first this time. "Please, Dick, let us see you." He said those words looking directly at Dick's mouth the whole time, and Dick couldn't stop himself from leaning down to kiss his younger brother as he reached for the hidden zippers on his suit to take it off as quickly as possible.
Tim's mouth was as wonderful as promised, even before it came anywhere near his dick. He was so soft, and opened up so easily to Dick as he forced his tongue in, wanting Tim to take as much as he could. Tim was clearly loving it, too, if his moans were anything to go by. Jason, meanwhile, was reaching around to help pull down Dick's suit, and in no time at all, Dick was fully nude in front of them, cock hard as a rock in the open air.
Tim pulled away and looked down, and Dick could swear he saw his mouth water at the sight. He couldn't believe Tim really wanted him. Tim was clearly rather eager, too; without any prompting, he moved downwards, peppering kisses along Dick's chest on the way, before taking just the very tip of Dick's cock in his mouth, and holy fuck.
Tim had always been the most beautiful of all three of them—Dick preferred to think of himself and Jason as being 'sexy'—but nothing compared to the sight of those lips stretched around his cock. Fuck, Dick was going to lose it pretty soon once Tim took in the rest of him. However, Tim seemed perfectly happy to focus all of his attention on just the head, and Dick was in heaven.
Jason chuckled at the look on Dick's face. "Yeah, he's pretty good. I'll fuck you, too, but I need a little more encouragement. But if you kiss me the way you just kissed Timmy, I'll be there in no time."
With that, Dick happily opened his mouth to Jason. Jason, who kissed very differently to Tim, fighting him for dominance at every turn in a way he never knew could be so hot. Especially when Dick noticed the uncapping of a bottle and suddenly felt a slick finger pressing against his hole. God, he'd wanted this for so long.
They settled into a rhythm for a while; Tim would lavish attention on small portions of Dick's cock, pulling back occasionally when it became too much, while Jason worked Dick open with his fingers. At some point, Jason used his free hand to guide Dick's hand to his cock, letting Dick feel him, and fuck, Dick wanted that. He had known Jason was decently sized—it was unavoidable sometimes, seeing each other quickly change in and out of costume—but it was nothing like the way it felt to hold his thick cock, knowing he was going to fuck Dick with that any minute now.
And soon enough, Jason was moving behind him, and Dick felt a much more blunt pressure where his fingers had been before. Jason slid in, quite slowly, pushing Dick forward slightly and more into Tim's eager mouth below, who moaned around his cock. Fuck, he was done for. Then Jason was all the way in, and Dick took a deep breath, and begged, "Please, everyone stop for just a second."
Tim pulled off and looked worried, and Dick rushed to reassure him. "Nothing's wrong, don't worry. Everything's right, too right. You're both so good, and this is gonna be over in an instant if I don't get a moment here. Fuck."
He heard a laugh behind him from Jason. "Aw, Dickie's worried he'll finish too fast. That's okay. You wouldn't mind a little overstimulation, would you?"
Suddenly, Jason had grabbed onto his ass and was fucking him hard and rough, and Tim was open-mouthed below, letting Jason fuck Dick's cock into his mouth with every thrust. Tim was taking him so well, somehow not gagging around what was admittedly not a small dick, and Jason was telling him, "Tim was right, you were made for my cock. You fit so perfectly around me, like a glove, and you have the best ass in the universe, and you're so damn tight, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Dick was right on the edge now. For the second time that night he tried to warn them, but he couldn't get any real words out, only a sudden gasp before the Earth stopped spinning, and he lost total awareness of what was happening around him as he finally, after such a torturous wait, came into Tim's throat.
Dick eventually recovered enough to notice that Tim had gotten up and was kissing Jason, as the man behind him thrust one, two, three more times before stopping all the way inside, his cock pulsing as Jason spent himself inside of Dick. In a haze, Dick reached over and turned Tim's head to kiss him, bringing his other hand down to Tim's cock and pumping just a few times before he came, too, leaving a mess between the two of them.
Before too long, Jason slid out, leaving Dick rather uncomfortable as his cum started to drip. He ambled over to the bathroom he spotted adjoining the bedroom to grab some towels as the other two collapsed onto the bed. He wiped himself clean, then Tim, before following suit, staring up at the ceiling above him in wonder.
Dick sighed, then looked over at his brothers next to him. "Will you—can we do this again?"
Tim glanced back. "We'd better! I've wanted you for so long, Dick. So has Jason, even if he won't admit it." That earned him a pillow smack. "Do you really think we'd let you go now?"
Jason snorted. "Yeah, we've talked about this for a while, but Tim and all his strategizing over there never could figure out how to approach you about it. So I took matters into my own hands."
Dick smiled. "Good. Because I don't want to let you go, either."
No one talked for a while after that, as the trio drifted into sleep in the wee hours of the morning in Gotham City.