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Timing, Both Good and Bad	By : E307 Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 3233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Timing, Both Good and Bad
By E-307

Disclaimer: The characters featured in this story are property of DC Comics. I don’t own them at all…I’m just borrowing them for this little story.
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Robin was pissed. And there was a simple reason. Stopping a pair of criminals from robbing a lab was much harder than planned due to the criminals being metahuman. The fact that his informant had neglected to give him this information wasn’t helping Robin’s mood much either.

One that brought them all the way to Central City of all places was the first to show powers. Thankfully, Robin was able to hit him with a gas capsule. It was the other one that was giving Robin trouble. They had transformed into some kind of oily and muddy monster. While the teen wonder had experience fighting people with abilities like that from tangles with Clayface, this meta was particularly annoying. The mud was getting everywhere, and much to Robin’s irritation, that included into his costume. After the third time he was engulfed and thrown, Robin managed to reach his belt. A well thrown bat-a-rang released an electric charge that forced the messy meta back to their human form. After that, it was simply a matter of zip-cuffing the bad guys and letting the Central City police department cart them off.

Robin watched the criminals get loaded into police transport vans from a nearby rooftop. Once they were gone, he looked down at himself and frowned. There was mud covering just about all of his uniform and it was in places he really wished it wasn’t. Looking up, the third young man to call himself Robin remembered that Wally West, also known as the Flash, lived nearby. Taking a breath, Robin decided to ask if he could use Wally’s shower and washing machine before calling for a pick-up back to Gotham.

The trip to Wally’s apartment wasn’t a long one, just slightly uncomfortable due to the feeling of mud squishing around inside tights and weighing down the outside. Robin only had to jump a few rooftops, swing on his grapple line twice, and wince once as dripping mud landed on a pedestrian below. Landing on the fire escape outside Wally’s apartment, Robin peered inside. It didn’t look like anyone was home. Just as Robin was about to reluctantly leave, the door inside the apartment opened and Wally West walked in with an armful of groceries. Robin smiled and knocked on the window. The masked teen smirked slightly at Wally’s surprise and let out a little sigh as the speedster opened the window.

“Tim? What brings the littlest bat to my neck of the woods?” Wally asked once he stepped back to allow Robin in.

“I need to borrow your shower,” was Robin’s reply along with the best ‘bat glare’ he could manage. The young hero sighed when he noticed Wally trying not to laugh. “And your washing machine.”

“Sure thing, Tim. Shower’s right through that door,” the red-headed hero responded with a chuckle. Robin’s eyes followed the direction Wally was pointing and nodded.

”I won’t be long. I just need to clean up and I’ll call for a pick up,” Robin stated, reaching up to take his cape off. Before he even had the first clasp undone, Robin found himself lifted up and moving.

“Towel’s on the rack. Put the muddy stuff in the bag and I’ll toss it in the wash while you clean up,” Wally said as soon as he set Robin down on the bathroom tiles. Apparently he didn’t want to clean more of his floor.

“Alright. Thanks, Wally,” Robin replied, taking the plastic bag that was shoved in his direction. The masked young man closed the door ad stripped off the muddy uniform. A few moments later, he cracked the door open and held out the bag containing everything but his mask. He heard Wally chuckle and mutter something about only a bat keeping his mask but giving up his jockstrap before the bag was taken.

”Don’t stay in there too long,” Wally called through the door.

Robin just rolled his eyes and looked around Wally’s bathroom. It was less than neat. Tim Drake wasn’t about to complain though, he had mud already drying on surfaces of his body he never thought he’d get mud on. Slowly removing his mask, Robin set it down on the nearby sink before making his way over to the shower cubicle. A quick adjustment of water temperature and Tim Drake slipped under the warm spray with a sigh.

Once he was at least rinsed clean, Tim leaned his forehead against the tiles. His thoughts started to wander, drifting back to certain teammates. Thoughts of Kon and Bart had been bugging him since he woke up. He was thankful to have the fight to distract him but now, they came back full force. What he’d done with both of them had been the result of that pollen but for some reason, Robin couldn’t stop thinking about it or them.

Robin was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a crash. His head snapped up and blue eyes narrowed. When he didn’t hear from Wally, Tim sighed. He turned the water off and reached for a towel, telling himself he could finish the shower after investigating whatever that noise was. Drying his hair, Tim paused when he realized that all he had to wear was his mask and the towel. With another sigh, the fluffy white fabric was fixed around his waist and Tim smoothed the mask back onto his face.

Dripping only slightly, Robin silently padded out of the bathroom and into Wally’s apartment. A quick scan and he couldn’t find anyone. The scent of pizza and something else Robin couldn’t identify were easily detectable in the air. Proceeding past the couch, Robin found Wally.

The red-headed speedster was on his knees on the floor, one arm braced on the couch cushions. Eyes narrowed behind the mask’s lenses as Robin saw the open pizza box on the coffee table. Coming around the old couch and making sure his towel was still secure; Robin crouched down and reached for Wally’s shoulder.

“Wally. What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked, shaking the man’s shoulder lightly.

What happened next took Robin a few moments to catch up to. Wally turned to him, eyes wide. Robin saw those green eyes move down, up, back down, and then up once more before Wally was suddenly up. And kissing him. Robin was understandably shocked by this but also became aware of the fact that the strange scent he couldn’t identify was much stronger now that Wally was so close. What Robin did identify was the warm feeling spreading through his chest. It wasn’t as strong as the last two times but Robin recognized the pollen.

Of course, as fast as Robin thought, Wally had him pulled close and was trying to deepen the kiss. The older hero’s hands were all over his back, Robin’s mind fighting a battle between ‘push him away’ and ‘damn, he’s hot’. The teen wonder gasped Wally’s hands stopped on his towel-covered ass and squeezed. This parting of lips allowed Wally’s tongue into Robin’s mouth.

Between the hands squeezing his ass, the tongue that seemed to be trying to make contact with every surface of his mouth at once, and the speedster crotch grinding against his own, Robin felt the urge to fight back slipping away. One little voice in the back of his head decided to speak up, ‘You know, you really should get away from him and get the anti-toxin’. It was ignored in favor of the one that went, ‘Ooh, look! There goes your towel.’ A second later and Robin processed the fact that Wally had relieved him of the towel and flung it across the room. When the red head reached for Robin’s mask, that little voice flared back up. ‘Danger! Mask Danger!’. Robin was about to react in the usual manner of inflicting harm upon whatever endangered the mask when he was stopped by Wally slipping his fingers around Robin’s half-hard cock and stroked it.

The mask came off and was cast aside, Tim’s blue eyes meeting Wally’s green. The younger hero saw Wally offer a lusty smirk before kissing him again. Tim wasn’t entirely surprised when he found himself kissing back. Letting out a moan, Robin was once again finding those voices in his head speaking up again. ‘You know, there is still time to get away and find the anti-toxin in your belt before this goes further…’ was the first to speak up but before the third young man to call himself Robin could argue it, he was paying much for attention to the one going, ‘Aww, where’s Wally going?’. The older hero had pulled away, leaving Tim trying to catch his breath and dealing with an erection.

Once again, part of Tim’s mind was telling him to run. Tim actually started to turn until he saw that Wally was rather quickly stripping. Shirt, pants, shoes, and socks all went flying to various points in the room. Tim’s eyes widened as he looked Wally over, taking in every bit of speed-honed body. The youngest member of the Gotham Knights licked his lips unconsciously when he noticed Wally’s fingers hooking in the waistband of lightning bolt print underwear. The boxers were down and gone before Tim could blink, the raven-haired hero finding himself staring at Wally’s bobbing erection. He was longer than Bart, about as long as Kon but not as thick around.

Tim jumped when he felt Wally’s hands on him again, having been too wrapped up in comparing the man to his two friends to see the speedster zip forward. The young detective’s lips were captured in another kiss, Wally’s hands settling on his hips. The red head let out a little rumble of pleasure and Tim moaned as their members brushed one another. There wasn’t time to savor the feeling, Tim finding himself being turned and then a hand on his lower back bending him.

Gripping the back of the couch to steady himself, Tim glanced over his shoulder. Wally was kneeling down, Tim’s eyes widening when he realized where this was going. His grip on the couch tightened as he felt Wally placing a few open mouthed kisses on his smooth lower back. The little voice in the back of Tim’s head took one last shot, ‘Just up and over the couch, tuck and roll, and run for the utility belt and the anti-toxin’. It went ignored, Tim much more focused on the hands now on his ass and the tongue licking its way from the start of the crack to his scrotum.

The sound of moaning began to fill the apartment as Wally thrust a vibrating tongue into Tim. The younger hero could do little more than hang onto the couch and vocalize his pleasure under Wally’s ministrations. Wally continued to vibrate his tongue, not fast enough to pass through anything but just enough to cause stimulation as he quickly rimmed Tim. The speedster made sure to get in good and deep, just working on stretching the younger hero out for what was to come.

After several minutes and being brought just to the edge only for Wally to slow down enough until he calmed down, Tim let out a deep breath when he felt Wally pull away. The teen wonder pushed himself up, looking back over his shoulder as Wally rose up as well. The dark haired hero just nodded when the red headed speedster started to position himself. Tim knew he shouldn’t have been expecting a slow penetration but was still surprised. Wally did at least go slowly until the head of his cock breathed Tim’s opening. Once it was in, he thrust the rest of the way in without so much as a warning. Tim cried out, biting down on his lip to stop another.

Tim was at least thankful that Wally stayed still for as long as he did, glad for those few moments of adjusting time. The red headed speedster had leaned down, pressing his chest to Tim’s back as he ground his hips against his ass. When Wally straightened back up and took hold of Tim’s hips, the black haired teen braced himself for what was to come. Wally pulled back and thrust right back in, setting a faster pace than Tim expected.

The younger hero held onto the couch, groaning in pleasure and just letting Wally do what he wanted. Wally, meanwhile, was gripping Tim’s hips tight enough where he was pretty sure there’d be bruises later and fucking him rather fast. Even at the higher speed, Wally was making sure to pull out until the head of his cock was all that was in Tim before pressing back in, gyrating his hips, and then pulling back out to start again. Intermingled with Tim’s moans were Wally’s grunts and occasional ‘fuck’ or ‘yeah’. After several moments of this, Tim felt the familiar sensation gathering in his balls.

Tim only lasted through a few more of Wally’s prostate-grinding thrusts. His back arched and he cried out as his balls drew in close to his body and he spilled his seed onto the couch below. Wally went balls deep one last time as Tim’s ass clenched around his manhood, the speedster grinding into Tim through his whole orgasm. Tim groaned again as he felt the older hero’s warm seed filling him and starting to drip out. Slowly, Wally brought them both to the floor before pulling out. He turned them over, pulling Tim onto his lap and wrapping arms around him before drifting off.

Meanwhile, Tim’s head was clearing slowly. He ignored the little voice that went ‘I told you to get to the anti-toxin’, blinking a few times and glancing around. He nodded when he saw Wally and the fact that they were both naked. Sighing, the young detective elected to worry about this all when Wally woke up.

“I need another shower…” he muttered, leaning on Wally’s chest to rest.
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