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“The identity of the newest resident of Wayne Manor is still being kept carefully under wraps, although a young man was spotted entering the premise on a bike just yesterday afternoon. While we haven’t been able to confirm his identity, we can’t help but think that the world might’ve just gotten their first look at the newest Wayne Boy! Bruce Wayne was not available for comment.”
Tim’s got his new necklace around his neck. Made up of bite marks and bruises.
He loves it.
Waking up alone in Bruce’s bed that morning hadn’t been too much of a surprise, given that Tim has spent the majority of the night being kept awake by the other man wanting him over and over again. Whether it’s reflective of his usual behaviour or not, Bruce’s appetite for him so far has been relentless. Fucked senseless is a good phrase for what happened to him, Tim supposes.
It just cements how at the core of whatever’s going on, Tim’s a tool for Bruce.
The thought excites him more than is probably healthy.
And even if he wasn’t so utterly into the idea, he’s still getting compensated for it. Tim has no idea how Bruce got hold of that expensive camera for him literally overnight, but it’s there, sitting on his bed after he returns to his room that morning. Assuming that Bruce has left for that business meeting he remembers the man referring to last night, Tim’s ended up putting back on what was left of his outfit from last night, before hightailing it back to his room.
He got lost three times while doing the walk of shame. Luckily, the manor’s big enough that no one had come across him.
Tim’s so fucking sleep deprived and in need of coffee.
Which brings him to now, standing in front of the mirror in a pair of sweats, marvelling at the marks Bruce has decorated him with. Like a barcode that reminds everyone of how easily Tim was bought.
His hole’s still throbbing, of course, given how frequently and roughly Bruce took him last night. Still, Tim’s ended up prepping himself again, remembering his old housemate’s parting words as Tim had moved out yesterday.
“Every damn day, dude, no matter what,” Bart had said. “You’re gonna be fresh meat, so be ready to put out like the Whore of fucking Babylon.”
Tim misses Bart, even though it’s only been a day. He reminds himself to check with Dick about what Bruce’s policy is on having guests over.
A minute or so later, a lone thump on his door jolts Tim. It sounds like a kick. Who would even do that, kick a door?
“Yo bitch, lemme in! My hands are full.”
Deep and growly. Well… that answers that question.
Tim only questions for a second whether he should bother putting a shirt on to answer the door, before disregarding it. The person on the other side of the door is gonna see all of him and more in due time, and the bratty side of Tim wants to show off how he did.
To be fair, Jason is holding a tray of food when Tim opens the door to see him on the other side. The smell of fresh eggs, bacon and toast is enough to have his stomach grumbling, and as Jason abruptly enters the room past him, Tim finds his eyes tracking the meal. Because even more importantly than the food itself, is the cup of coffee next to it.
Black coffee. Tim could die and go to heaven right now.
“Alfie sent me up with this for you, since you missed breakfast,” Jason explains as he puts the tray down on the top of the nearby table. “Can’t say I blame ya, though. B looked pretty chuffed with himself this morning, so you must’ve done good.”
He turns around, and shamelessly gives Tim the once over. No doubt clocking the evidence littering Tim’s chest and neck. And then Jason smirks, before throwing the tea towel he’d used to carry the tray straight at Tim.
Catching it, Tim nods. “Food looks good. Has Bruce left?”
“Yeah, he’s got that big meeting with Sionis. Alfie’s taken him, so we’ve got the place to ourselves. You should eat and clean up, though. Dickie said he was gonna give you the big tour, and then we gotta help you with admin shit.”
It’s a relatively innocuous, even boring thought, but the over-the-top, cheesy wink Jason throws him makes Tim snort nonetheless. Any sign of the guy’s frosty attitude towards him from last night is now gone, enough that it further supports Tim’s theory that he was just being tested.
And judging by the slap on the ass Jason gives him as he walks out a second later, he’d say he passed.
“So is this all we actually do, during the day when Bruce is working?”
Dick looks up from his phone. He’s lying on his stomach on the bed, next to Tim, and with a cursory glance, Tim can see he’s swiping through pictures of assorted circus acts on Instagram.
“Kinda?” Dick shrugs. “I mean, we can do whatever we want, really.”
They’re in Dick’s room at the moment, with the man in question having just finished showing Tim around the manor. The tour had actually taken some time (mostly due to the size of the fucking place), with Dick showing off everything from the library to the enormous gym and indoor pool. And then the outdoor pool.
And when they’d arrived back at Dick’s room, Jason had already been there, trying on a series of fucking leather harnesses in front of Dick’s wall mirror like they were shirts.
He’s still doing that now, as he turns to Tim briefly. “We’re kinda off the clock when ol’ Big, Bad and Bossy isn’t around, but sometimes there’s shit we gotta do. For instance,” He mimes kissing each of his biceps, “I gotta stay looking like sex on a stick if I’m gonna earn my keep.”
Jason goes on a tangent then, talking about his workout routine. Tim’s still looking at those same biceps (okay, that’s a lie. He’s looking at all of Jason’s muscles. And his tattoos as well). He wants to lick them. And then maybe motorboat his pecs, because they’re big enough for that to be possible.
“You’ll have more than enough time to do your online degree, if that’s what you want,” Dick adds helpfully. “Like, if there’s no events or photo ops I have to worry about, I basically just play around on my aerial equipment and do fuck-all during Bruce’s work days.”
That’s fair, Tim presumes. He knows that compared to Jason, Dick’s made more of a deal of being a celebrity. Photoshoots, magazine interviews and other things like that. So it makes sense that he’d still have responsibilities during the day, more so than Jason at least, who by the sounds of it alternates between lifting weights and playing around in the garage.
Sounds fun, honestly. Tim can’t wait to chat bikes with him later.
He sighs and looks down at the ‘contracts’ he’s meant to be looking through, strewn out all over the bed. Safe words and statements of non-disclosure. Agreements to not have unprotected sex with men outside the manor. The expected, boring shit.
“Why do you even wanna do a business course?” Jason asks a second later, scoffing. “Don’t tell me you wanna become the next Brucie Wayne.”
Tim just laughs him off, mostly because he doesn’t know how to answer the question. For years, that had been his goal, to retake his parents’ company. Doing whatever it took, stepping-stones to get himself through school and out of the fucking system. Tim just hadn’t expected to enjoy the stepping-stones along the way so much.
Now? What’s even the point of reviving the Drake empire? He can do what his parents did, but better, Tim knows that. But… hasn’t he just gotten that opportunity by being employed by Bruce?
Luckily, neither Jason nor Dick notice his discomfort. Or they just don’t care, because after that Dick’s looking up from his phone again, his grin now scandalously cheeky.
“So? How was it?”
Realising he’s asking about last night with Bruce, Tim feels his ears go hot. “Uh, good. Really good.”
“That’s all we’re getting?” Jason snarks. “Timmy, I don’t think you understand how this works. We’re gonna be sharing everything. Every little detail, every part of our bodies. And trust me, I’m gonna get graphic. Mostly because it’s our job, but it helps if we actually like each other.”
Tim knows that, has expected that for a while now. Being an inner circle Wayne Boy is different to working in a strip club with other men. Even Bart, who he even lived with outside of their working hours. Instead of just being colleagues, Dick and Jason are going to be so much more to him. The thought is a little intoxicating, especially as his eyes rake over the back of Jason’s figure, tracing his wide shoulders that taper down into a thin waist.
And those thighs. Oh god, those thighs. They almost distract Tim from the fact that Jason also has pecs big enough to be considered fucking tits.
Still, Tim just doesn’t bend over. “Uh huh. Is that why you were such an asshole last night at dinner?”
“Me? Naw, that was just a bit of friendly chitchat.” Jason laughs. He’s momentarily stopped trying on harnesses now and has just turned around to face Tim. “I’m a lovely person. Honest.”
Deadpan expression. Tim’s not sure whether to laugh in his face or nod along in mock seriousness.
So instead he just nods in the direction of the multiple shopping bags by Jason’s feet. “Do we all have to wear those?”
Dick shrugs. “Yes and no. Like I said yesterday about your outfit then, you’ll gradually pave out your corner. But in the end, it is down to what Bruce wants.”
“You just say that because the only look you have is slutty police officer, bitch,” Jason snorts.
Dick rolls his eyes, but he’s wearing a fond smile as he ignores the man and turns back to Tim. “The officer look is a favourite of Bruce’s.”
Oh, Tim knows. The look is a favourite of the world’s. Because the first picture of Dick Grayson that pops up on Google is of him smirking at the camera from under a police hat and wearing a uniform that would certainly not meet any actual law enforcement standards. Tim knows about it for… research purposes, of course.
The look is one of Dick’s trademarks, a guaranteed trending moment any time Dick posts a picture in the uniform. So all in all, it makes sense that Bruce would be a fan of it too, in addition to it being good for business.
“What’s your look, then?” Tim asks Jason, who’s just strapped on a pair of spiked gauntlets and is fiddling with a goddamn shoulder pad.
Jason just turns arches an eyebrow. “I am my own look, Timmers. You think I had all these tatts when I first rocked up here?” He then gestures at his get-up. “What do you think? Too much?”
… Not enough, in Tim’s humble opinion.
Before he can say anything though, Dick’s replying. “It’d look better with a jock, I reckon. Do you still have that studded one?”
Jason scoffs and shake his head. “Of course not. Tall, Dark and Greedy broke it last time. Had to buy a new one out of my salary, the fucker.”
That’s the other thing, Tim’s realised. Jason has multiple nicknames for everyone. He’s losing track of them already.
When Tim next looks up from the forms in front him, Jason’s stepping out of his underwear like there’s no one else in the room. A quick glance Dick’s way shows that he hasn’t even looked up from his phone.
Apparently, there’s absolutely no amount of shame between them. But of course there isn’t, Tim reminds himself, when Dick and Jason have worked so closely in this way for some time now. And the idea that Tim’s going to be part of that, going to be so close to these two men from here on out, has him just as excited as the rest of the gig does.
Right now, though, he’s mostly excited at getting to check Jason Todd out in all his muscled glory. And when Jason raises an eyebrow at him in the reflection of the mirror, Tim’s proud that he doesn’t blush.
Still, Tim realises that everything the two are telling him is valuable information. Stuff he needs to know, if he’s going to truly succeed in this environment and get what he wants. “So how does the dynamic work with us and Bruce?”
“Basically whatever B wants,” Dick replies. “A lot of the time he’ll tell us what to do, but he likes it when we actually enjoy it too. For instance, I do a lot of work with restraints and sometimes electro, but prefer to stay away from other forms of pain play if possible. That’s Jay’s turf.”
When Tim looks up at Jason in surprise, the man just cackles. “Yeah, you heard that right. I’m your everyday pain slut. Whips and chains excite me,” he sings in a deliberately over the top tone, hips swinging slightly.
Maybe it’s just because Jason never shuts the fuck up, but Tim can’t picture it, despite the literal evidence in front of his eyes.
“Anywayyyy,” Dick says with an eyebrow waggle. “Stop dodging me. How’d it go with Bruce? Were you able to take him okay?”
It’s blasé enough that Tim manages not to feel quite so awkward as he nods back. “Ah, yeah. And it was amazing.”
“Of course it was. You think I’d still be here if the sex wasn’t good as well as the pay?” Jason adds.
Tim watches as Dick rolls his eyes a second time. “Are you sure you’re okay? Bruce is pretty big, it took me a long time before I was able to do it comfortably.”
“Y-yeah, I was able to. I, uh, prepared pretty well.” God, Tim’s blushing so hard. He needs to get a grip. “But I couldn’t deepthroat him completely.”
Jason snickers. He’s dressing now, putting pants back on but not bothering with a shirt. “Awwww, was little Timmy out of his depth?”
“Shut up, Jason. You still can’t do it,” Dick quips, before throwing Tim a conspiratorial wink.
“Whatever, we didn’t all grow up swallowing swords.”
“I’m an acrobat, asshole.”
Jason just shrugs, before coming over to the bed, where Tim and Dick are. As he collapses on his stomach on the mattress, he looks at Tim with salacious leer. “S’not like it matters, anyway. B likes it when you get all messy and have to struggle.”
“Oh?” Tim questions, still trying to work out the proper dynamic here.
“Oh shit yeah. The kinky fucker likes messing us up real good, and you got a good porcelain quality he’s probably itching to work with.”
“It’s all about what you’re into, though. I mean, Bruce tends to reward you for extreme stuff, but he isn’t gonna force you,” Dick adds, clearly thinking Tim’s worried.
… He’s not.
He’s hard. Pressing down into the bed.
Thinking back to last night, how small he’s felt riding on Bruce’s lap, and then again when flattened underneath him on the floor. Tim bites his lip.
“I mean… there’s not a lot I wouldn’t be into. Or at least willing to try.”
Dick’s eyebrows shoot up, while Jason just laughs again, licking his lips. “Thataboy. Don’t tell me I’m finally gonna have competition for who’s the most fucked up one of us. Dickie Boy’s just been skating by on that booty of his for so long.”
“You can still take your time to settle in, Tim,” Dick says easily, but Tim can see the concerned gaze in his eyes. It’s just like the previous day, where he’d gotten all worried about Tim being in over his head in regard to the… legal aspects of the job. And Tim appreciates it, he really does, but at the same time he wishes that the other man wouldn’t treat him like he was an innocent child. Or about to break any second.
So he tries not to reply with too much scorn in his voice. “Just because we’ve fucked a few times at the Bat’s Cave doesn’t mean I didn’t go more extreme with the rest of the Johns there, Dick. I know what I’m doing.”
Dick blinks in surprise, his mouth parting slightly. Jason just crows.
“Yeah, Dickface. Lay off and let Kinky Timmy live his life.”
As if to emphasise his point, he scuttles forward on his stomach and grabs Tim roughly by the roots of his hair, before pulling him in for a hungry kiss. It’s nothing pretty, with teeth clashing loudly, but Tim’s immediately kissing back the moment he’s over his shock. He’s been wanting this, wanting to know that it’s okay to be attracted to and make a move on these two men outside of work hours. Sure, Tim’s already slept with Dick, but he still wasn’t quite sure what the dynamic was now that he was a proper Wayne Boy too.
And then there’s Jason, who’s licking Tim’s tonsils like no tomorrow.
He pulls away with a playful nip at Tim’s bottom lip, before arching an eyebrow playfully. “You think that shut Dickie up?”
Tim just huffs a laugh, while Dick splutters. “Hey, I wasn’t- ugh, never mind. Is it so bad I want to make sure everyone’s safe?”
Deciding that Dick’s had enough mocking at Jason’s hands, Tim reaches to pull him over. “I appreciate it. But I’m fine, I swear.”
Compared to Jason, Dick’s kisses are so much softer. Just as much passion, but full of hearty warmth instead of a smouldering inferno. Comforting in all the right ways, and as Tim runs his hands through the Dick’s hair, he moans tenderly.
“Look at you go, Timbo. So good for us,” he hears Jason comment quietly from the sidelines. It’s comforting, to hear something so genuine from the guy, after so many insults and heckles up until now. “Gonna have so much fun with you.”
The words make Tim melt a little, even though he was pretty sure that Jason had so far approved of him. He pulls back from Dick, already feeling a little flushed, lips probably red and wet and wanting more. Looking at them both, Dick now kneeled beside him and Jason still lying on his stomach, Tim can’t help but smile dopily, because this his life now.
When Dick goes for his neck, Tim has to readjust again so he doesn’t kneel on the fucking contract, which is still getting creased under them on the mattress. Throwing the papers off the bed to the side, he looks to Jason, who’s just watching them with a content expression.
“You should be trying his mouth, Jay,” Dick’s saying against his neck. “Timmy’s great. Sucks dick better than you.”
The praise is warm and fuzzy, especially because Tim’s only been with Dick once or twice in the past. A few fumbling around whenever he’d come to the Bat’s Cave, but clearly enough leave an impression. And Jason just blinks and nods with a soft “shit yeah”, not even reacting to the slight jab against him. As he moves to sit up, Tim licks his lips, revelling in the slightly more comfortable side that Jason’s showing of himself and beginning to understand that maybe there is more to him than meets the eye.
But then Jason’s pulling down his pants and reclining back against the pillows, and Tim’s moving away from Dick to lie between the man’s legs, rolling onto his stomach. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around Jason’s cock, immediately bobbing his head shallowly and looking up its owner.
Jason looks so fucking good, with one hand behind his head and a lazy smirk panted on his face. “Fuck yeah, baby. Show me how good that pretty little mouth of yours is.”
Really, he should’ve guessed Jason would be a talker, even when he’s all content and blissed out like this. Why shut up during sex when he never did anytime else? So Tim takes on Jason’s words as he closes his eyes and sinks himself down, drinking in praise as lips meet pubes. Jason’s big, but nowhere the size of Bruce, and so he’s actually able to do something rather than just slobber uselessly around a width too big for his mouth.
“Oooft, that is good. You can take dick.”
Fingers scratch in the hair at the back of his neck. The wrong angle to be coming down from Jason, and in the next moment Dick is kissing at Tim’s shoulders. Interrupting him momentarily to help get his shirt over his head.
It’s different with these guys, Tim realises. He gets to show off because he wants to, rather than it being an obligation. An inherent informality of not being required to impress, even if there’s just as much physical attraction in both cases. The way Dick plays with his hair and gently pushes his head down further on Jason’s cock is both so blatantly casual but also oddly caring at the same time, a mix of sexual desire and run-of-the-mill nonchalance.
Eventually, though, Tim does have to breath, so he pushes up against Dick’s hands and pulls off with a wet pop. Grinning evilly up at Jason, tongue out and eager.
“Damn, no wonder B loves ya,” Jason saying. “You really do that debauched pretty boy act that he loves.”
Dick’s nibbling at his neck. Pressing down on top of him and grinding down with his cock against Tim’s ass. “I’ll help train you to take Bruce completely,” he says with a lick to the shell of Tim’s ear. “Bet you’d look amazing all stuffed with him, throat bulging all pretty.”
The focus on Tim is a perfect heady mix, making his cheeks warm from the combined attention and praise. So when Dick moves to pull down Tim’s pants and underwear after a moment, Tim instinctively spreads his legs and arches his ass up, before throwing himself back on Jason’s cock.
He’s slurping messily around the length when he feels hands parting his cheeks, and a moment later there’s an appreciative murmur from behind.
“Already prepped for us, Jay. Maybe I shouldn’t be worried about Timmy after all.”
“Told ya. He’s a slut just like the rest of us. Gonna fit in so damn well.”
Tim could kiss Bart for his advice. He will kiss him next time he sees him, he decides.
When a glob of what Tim assumes is spit hits his hole a moment later, he whimpers around Jason’s cock, only to have a louder yelp muffled when Dick’s tongue licks over him next. Dick doesn’t waste any time, tongue slipping into Tim’s loose hole without much resistant and hands slapping playfully at his cheeks. It makes Tim drool more on Jason’s cock, until its saliva’s seeping out and dripping down Jason’s shaft and balls.
“Fucking sloppy for me, ain’t ya,” Tim hears from above him. Jason’s hands are gripping his hair now, gradually pushing Tim more and more roughly down on his cock with each passing moment. Nothing enough to make him gag, but enough that Tim’s sure his cheeks are blotched red and eyes watering slightly.
When he pulls off next, Jason slaps his wet cock against Tim’s cheek, snorting as he does so. Tim’s too busy moaning from two of Dick’s fingers entering him to care, though.’
“What’s the point of prepping myself if you go and pull this shit,” he finds himself hissing over his shoulder, when Dick starts scissoring his fingers. “Just fuck me already.”
Dick huffs a laugh. “Just let me have my fun, Timmy. We have as much time as we want.”
It is true, but Dick’s teasing is still just a, well, dick move. And while Jason does pull him back down to his cock after that, the other man at least speaks up in his defence. “Aw, come on, Dickie. He’s being such a good boy for us. Either fuck him or I will.”
Who would’ve thought, Jason Todd being the one to come to his defence?
And it works too, because Dick’s undressing completely and sliding in not long after that, with only spit and lube from Tim’s earlier prep to aid him. There’s no condom either, but Tim knows the three of them are all on PrEP, as well as Bruce. Because contracts, and other non-sexy shit like that. But then Dick’s railing the hell out of him, so Tim abandons that train of thought and just settles for gurgling around Jason’s cock instead.
“Shit, look at you,” he hears Jason croon as he moves Tim’s head back and forth, tattooed hands still gripping tight in his hair. Tim faintly hears the soft breaths Dick lets out as he keeps the pace up, but they’re mostly drowned out by the smack of hips against his ass. Good, because at least Dick doesn’t seem to be treating him as some delicate little thing anymore, no longer a kid that needs to be doted on and made to feel like he was precious.
Right now, Tim needs it rough, rough like Bruce has given it to him, rough enough to make him slip back into that hazy space he’s come to love so much.
It doesn’t take much time for Dick to increase his pace further, so that he’s pistoning in and out of Tim’s body with abandon. The repetitive smacks are like something straight out of a porno, each action driving Tim’s mouth further down Jason’s dick. He can feel the two men working perfectly in unison, timing it so that each time Dick drives into him, Jason pulls Tim’s head down onto his cock.
Between the haze of dick, Tim wonders how often they’ve done this together. Has Bruce ever dealt them out to clients or business partners that only want to be spit roasted between them, like Tim is? With how thorough they’re pulling Tim apart, he can’t see how not.
The intensity is so much that Tim loses concentration and gags a little around Jason’s cock. He can hear his own garbled moans ringing in his ears, like a piece of meat that has to be shared, passed back and forth with each movement.
And holy fuck, does Tim love it.
He’s sure that his groans sound ridiculous, coming and going erratically as he’s manhandled by Dick, gasping freely each time Jason pulls him off his cock. But there’s just too much going on, in addition to just the sheer knowledge of what he surely looks like, gasping and gurgling on Jason’s cock while being simultaneously split open on Dick’s. It makes Tim feel like such a slut, and he can’t get enough, his body instinctively rocking in time with the motions of the two men.
The grip on Tim’s hips tightens, Dick continuing to pound away at him. He can hear the stifled gasps behind him, ragged with lust and intensity of his own. And Jason’s still been just as mouthy this whole time, but Tim can’t focus fully on the lewd things he’s spewing out, just content to sink into the deep space and zone out.
“Pretty little thing, just keep slobbering on my cock, why don’t ya.”
“Aw yeah, just like that. Never seen a better sight, baby.”
He’s pulled down even further onto Jason’s cock, teeth pressing against pubic bone, and Tim gags again and feels tears swimming in his vision. It’s like he’s a possessed ball, bouncing back and forth between them, Jason’s cock spearing his throat, Dick’s impaling his body at the other end. Like the tennis game from hell.
Not long after, Dick’s hands leave their place on Tim’s hips, and he can feel the other man lean over his back. He’s sure, judging by the sounds above him, that Dick and Jason are making out, taking the time to show their passion while Tim lies sandwiched between them.
He doesn’t really mind, because as long as their hips keep thrusting on both ends, Tim’s good. As Dick pulls back again, Tim’s surprised by the man’s hands gripping his own shoulders, pulling him up. Dick’s grasp them moves to Tim’s hands, tugging them back so that they’re pulled behind him. And Dick just uses him like that, keeping Tim suspended in the air on an angle, his arms like reins holding him upright.
It pulls him away from Jason’s cock, but then Jason’s getting up to kneel in front of Tim, hungrily claiming his mouth and growling roughly. It’s all just tongue, teeth and saliva at this point, no single element of composure as Dick ruins his mind.
“Oh god,” Tim whimpers, his first real words in what feels like hours.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dick starts chanting not long after that. “I’m gonna cum, Timmy.”
There’s not much he can do, so Tim just hands off Dick’s hold like some inanimate sex doll, moaning and drooling as Dick spills into him after a few more thrusts. Hips stutter against his ass, and Tim sags into Jason’s hold as Dick lets him go.
“Holy fuck, Timmy,” he hears Jason mutter as Dick he slips out of him with a groan, but Tim still has more work to do. More to show them.
So he just dives back down to Jason’s cock, wrapping hand around the dripping length and not stopping until he’s climaxing as well. Now that he’s actually got his brain back, Tim’s able to look up at Jason with what’s probably another evil smirk, tongue out and dripping with seed as it splatters over his mouth, nose and cheeks.
Jason’s pupils are blown wide, his huge, tattooed chest heaving. “Fuck, baby. Just… fuck.”
As cum drips off him, Tim manages not to cheer out loud about the fact he just shut Jason Todd up.
He barely has any time to process it, though, because just as he’s rolling contently onto his back with a triumphant grin, he sees the look shared between Dick and Jason. Tim knows that look.
And then he suddenly has two mouths on his own cock, shattering his composure to pieces all over again.
“So now that you’ve been officially christened as a Wayne Boy,” Dick says later, as he washes Tim’s back, “we gotta start planning your big public debut. I’m thinking a party out at the pool.”
They’re in Dick’s shower, which is easily big enough for all three of them. Bruce is due back that afternoon, which means Tim’s gotta get cum out of his ass again, for the second time in a day. It’ll probably become a trend.
“Yawn. All you ever do is plan parties,” Jason sneers, already towelling off.
“How come you’re never seen at them?” Tim asks curiously, as he swats Dick’s wandering hand away. Can’t afford distractions now, not when they’re all working soon.
“I don’t do public shit unless I’m made to,” Jason says as he turns to the bathroom mirror and shamelessly flexes to himself. “I keep it simple with B. He fucks me up every once and a while, I get paid. Don’t have to bother pretending I’m not a whore to the rest of the world.”
“He’s exaggerating, Tim. And he loves it anyway,” Dick says quickly. “But between you and me, I think Bruce would like another boy who doesn’t bite the reporters.”
“It was one time and that dickhead asked for it!”