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Joys of Fatherhood	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tim couldn’t stop staring at the beauty of London, it was nothing at all like Gotham. Where Gotham was full of shadows, London was full of light. He was only slightly aware that Bruce had been looking at him the entire ride in the limo.

They had kept themselves occupied on the jet, locking themselves away in the private lounge. Bruce had told Tim to sleep, but he had complained that he couldn’t, that he was too excited to land in London and spend a *week* away with Bruce. He hoped Alfred didn’t hear him scream when Bruce entered him in one hard thrust.

Tim met Bruce’s eyes in the limo, scooted over until he was sliding on the man’s lap. “Did you rest well,” Bruce asked with a grin on his face.

“Mmm, yes, thank you for that…fun on the jet. I think I should be able to last until you’re all mine.” He stole a kiss from the billionaire, enjoyed the feel of Bruce’s hands sliding up his back and embracing him tightly.

“I was thinking nobody would miss us if we left the party early.”

“Jetlag excuse?”

“You hate parties.”

“I should probably leave before you though, just so no one gets…suspicious.”

Bruce laughed and pulled Tim in closer, “There’s already rumors flying around Tim. People are *already* suspicious.”

“Well, may I ask, what kind of billionaire wouldn’t want to be with a boy like me?” Tim gave a smirk and rested his head against Bruce’s coat covered shoulder.

“Stay away from those other billionaires.”

“I hear Tony Stark will be attending, maybe I’ll hang around him while you’re busy with those annoying women.”

“*Tim*,” Bruce said, with a hint of a serious tone in his voice..

“I kid, I kid. Everyone should know that Bruce Wayne is the only one for me.” He backed up his statement with a few lazy kisses across the man’s jaw line and to his lips. They engaged their tongues in a vivacious little duel. Bruce was more then tempted to pin Tim to the leather of the seat, but they would be at the hotel soon, someplace perfectly quiet.

The rest of the ride passed quickly and quietly as Tim enjoyed the sound of Bruce’s heartbeat against his ear. The man was running his hand through Tim’s hair, whispering words of love and devotion to the teen, making him laugh a few times at the statements.

It wasn’t long before Alfred was pulling up to The Landmark London hotel. The older man opened the door and gave way as Bruce stepped out, putting an arm back inside the car for Tim to hold onto as he stepped onto the ground of London in the evening air. A man quickly came over and Alfred showed him their luggage to be carried inside the hotel.

Tim was in awe about the atmosphere of the hotel, the lobby was sparkling, lit up by an elegant fireplace, reflecting around the palm trees. He followed after Bruce as the man made his way over to the attendant.

“I have a reservation under Wayne.”

The English woman smiled and quickly typed at the computer, “Bruce Wayne,” he nodded, “for a two bedroom presidential suite?”

“Yes, that’s us.”

“Alright, here’s your two keys,” she smiled at Tim as she handed them over to Bruce. “And everything’s going on tab, correct?”

“Yes, I’ll be paying when we check out.”

“Wonderful, you two enjoy your stay at The Landmark London.”

~&

Alfred had taken care of putting their clothes away, he hung their tailored suits up in the closet and looked them both over. “The party is in two hours, you may want to eat before you go…and take care of *other* things.” He looked at Tim who was sitting on the bench at the end of Bruce’s bed. The teen almost laughed at the gentleman’s gentleman, but turned to Bruce who had busied himself with taking off his coat and scarf.

Alfred took them both, held his hand out for Tim’s own, who placed it in there with speed. “I will order room service for you both, anything particular you would like?”

“Some seafood, Alfred…with a Freisa wine to go with it.”

“Very well, Sir. I will inform you when dinner has arrived.” Alfred exited the bedroom quickly, closing the door behind him, leaving the lovers alone.

“Other things? I wonder what he meant by that,” Tim said innocently, eying the older man.

“Indeed.” Bruce sat down on the edge of the bed, let out a small huff. Tim got up and walked over to his lover, crouched down between his legs. He nuzzled the man’s thigh, cooing as he did, running his hand up a calf.

“Can I,” he didn’t finish asking his question, just licked at the bulge in front of him, feeling the heat beneath the expensive fabric. Bruce twitched under Tim’s inquiring mouth that sucked and whimpered, wanting more.

He undid the button, watched as Tim took the zipper between his teeth and pulled it down. The teen laid his cheek against the hardening member; could feel thick, sticky pre-come against his skin. When he raised his head, Bruce’s member threatened to pop out of the constricting fabric. Tim used a finger to pull at the slit of the man’s boxers until the dick burst out and painted a clear stripe against his cheek.

“*Mmm*, Bruce,” Tim licked his way up the throbbing shaft, tongue playing under the edge of the flared head. Bruce moaned when the teen took the tip into his hot mouth, sucking hard. He wrapped his hand around the base, pumped gently, brought his lips down further on the shaft.

Bruce ran his hand through Tim’s bangs, rubbed his thumb across the teen’s cheekbone, urging him further. Vibrations shook around his penis, Tim was *singing*, throat relaxing as he removed his hand and deep throated the member. He fucked his mouth on Bruce’s dick for several moments then removed his mouth with a gasp, breathing deeply against the saliva wet shaft.

“Good, Tim,” the teen smiled into Bruce’s palm and kissed it with his wet lips. He grabbed on tight to Bruce’s perfect slacks, fisting the fabric in his hands. Tim took the shaft in, inch after inch, until his nose rubbed against the silk of Bruce’s boxers. The man clutched the black of Tim’s hair, tightened it as soon as the teen moaned low in his throat.

Muscles were contracting as Tim continued fucking his mouth on the prominent member, feeling the throbbing below the silk soft skin. “*Tim*,” Bruce gasped, hands fumbling in the bird’s hair as he forced himself to let go, fisting the tan comforter instead. Tim knew what that meant; it wasn’t but a second before his mouth was filling with hot come. The white liquid spilled from his lips when he couldn’t swallow anymore, backing away from the penis.

“Bruce!”

The man gained his equilibrium back in a few minutes. He opened his eyes to see Tim licking the semen from his lips, sitting content with some of the man’s load splattered across the fine skin of his face. “You’re beautiful.”

He smiled at the edge of his sticky mouth, “Thanks, babe.” Tim ran a finger down his nose to catch some of the thick white substance and sucked it between reddened lips. He excused it with a wet pop before climbing up on the bed next to the man.

“My turn?”

“Of course.” Tim quickly straddled the billionaire and began pushing the vest over the man’s head, followed by black tie. He worked, hastily undoing the buttons of the dress shirt that was between him and Bruce’s wide scarred chest.

Naked skin paned out in front of him, warm beneath his palms. Tim pulled off his sweater, threw it aside before he undid his pants. Bruce helped him push slacks and boxers away until all that was before him was Tim’s milky body. “Gorgeous,” Bruce lazily stroked Tim’s wet penis, from base to blood dark tip, watching the bird throw his head back to let out a perfect moan.

“*Bruce*! Stop…,” the last word barely made it out of his mouth; the man halted immediately as Tim focused again as if he wasn’t sporting an almost painful erection. “Want you to…fuck me.” He kissed the man to insinuate his point, earned a whimper out of the muscled frame.

“Tim--”

“Please…”

Tim wasn’t surprised when Bruce produced the bottle of lubricant out of his pocket that they had used on the jet. He clicked it open and emptied a good dollop onto his fingers; Bruce evened it out, completely covering three fingers before setting the bottle aside on the bed.

The bird steadied himself as Bruce used a slick finger to circle his sphincter several times before slowly pushing in. He managed to get the digit in to his knuckle before Tim’s muscles tightened around it. “Tim?”

“I’m fine…just--hurry…”

Bruce fucked him with the one finger several times until Tim was moaning, asking for more. The second finger made the bird curve his spine as he pushed back. Hot and so tight, Bruce shoved in and out, watching Tim writhe, sweat falling at the perfect curves of his body. The teen opened and closed his mouth several times as Bruce spread his two fingers, stretching the sphincter further and further.

“Yes, Bruce--!”

“Lovely,” he gave one more scissor before adding his sleek third finger into the mix. He spread them out on every other push into the tight channel, sending shivers up his lover’s spine. He kept Tim on the plateau of pleasure, orgasm just out of reach. Bruce kept fucking the teen with his fingers until he could feel his own balls tighten in his excitement.

“Tim,” the teen leaned down at the sound of his name, kissed gently at Bruce’s collarbone. His lips traveled across the skin playfully; reaching the end, he sucked hard at the nook of Bruce’s neck and shoulder. The man growled low as he removed his fingers from the teen, but Tim didn’t move his mouth from the sensitive skin.

He bit hard at the man’s neck when Bruce entered him, un-lubricated. They needed to get off quick and Tim wasn’t about to complain about the harsh thrusts into his anus. He cooed along the man’s neck, licked the noticeable bite mark (it wouldn’t show above his collar) before moving to the other side, sucking hard.

Thrust after thrust, Tim bucked back a few times after leaving another small love bite on the man. It only made Bruce shove into him harder. When Tim got low enough, Bruce sucked the bird’s own neck until he left his own mark.

Tim muscles tightened around the penis before he came hard onto Bruce’s chest and stomach. He almost screamed as his dick emptied, he managed to fall into his own semen but didn’t mind with the pleasure running through his body and the stars in his eyes.

Bruce gave one last slow push, before his warm seed filled the bird to the brim as he whispered ‘Robin’. It was a wonderful orgasm, only Tim had ever been able to pull him to sexual excitement and release like that.

He curled his arm lovingly around the teen and whispered into his ear, “I love you.” Bruce could feel Tim smile against his pectoral; he raised his head and pushed himself forward until his lips were against his lover’s.

“That was damn good, *Batman*.” The bird grinned and kissed the man on his cheek. He felt sticky all over, but it was a feeling of utter perfection.

Bruce smiled back at him as he ran a thumb across the semen that was liquefying on the bird’s cheek. “We need to get cleaned up before the food gets here.”

“Knowing Alfred, he told them to take their time.”

“Then I have time to clean you *everywhere*.” Bruce’s smile was chaste but Tim still let out a sigh.

“Okay, no more erections until after we get back from that stupid party.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to get one anyways.” Tim laughed at the man’s utter straight forward confession, kissed him again before being carried off to the bath.

~&

Tim took another sip of his wine, sitting happily on Bruce’s lap even though there was five other chairs at the table for him to sit at. He set his glass back down on the table and ate the shrimp Bruce offered him. Alfred ordered them the perfect dinner, and for Tim, there was nothing like eating delicious food with his lover while dressed in bath robes.

The wine was also exquisite, Alfred knew his stuff. Tim probably would’ve drunk the whole bottle if they didn’t have to spend the night on the town. He picked up the wineglass again and brought it to Bruce’s lips so the man could take a sip.

It was Tim’s turn to feed his love; he took the fork from Bruce’s hand and curled some pasta onto it from the plate. Bruce ate the pasta hungrily, laughing when Tim brought him some shrimp next. The billionaire poured them more sparkling wine and took another sip before eating another piece of seafood.

Tim handed the fork back to the man and drank half of the glass sitting in front of him. Bruce would have to promise they would only drink this wine on special occasions or else Tim was pretty sure he would become addicted.

“You really like that wine.”

“Mmhm,” Tim mumbled around the glass, taking another sip. Bruce laughed and gently stole the wine from the teen’s hand.

“Careful, just because the drinking age is eighteen doesn’t mean I want you getting drunk.”

“But, it’s good.”

He kissed Tim, tasted the Freisa wine in his mouth when he was granted access. The smell of the sweet alcohol was in Tim’s breath as gasped out of the kiss. “It makes your mouth taste savory.” Bruce smiled as Tim nipped the man’s lip until *he* was able to enjoy the taste in the billionaire’s mouth. He did taste sweet, like Tim could kiss him forever, and he really would if he didn’t need to breathe so much.

Bruce let out a hearty laugh as Tim backed away, thoroughly breathless, left panting by his own actions. He smirked soon enough and plucked another piece of shrimp between cherry red lips. Bruce would have to order Tim more of this wine before the week was through.

~&

“You’re fidgeting, Tim.” Bruce smirked, talking so only the teen could hear him as they walked into the party, late as usual.

“I hate formalwear.” The bird pulled at his collar again, watching the people flitter on the plaza floor.

Bruce’s breath was on his neck suddenly, “But I love the way you look in it, baby,” the man replied, voice husky. Tim squirmed from the sudden feeling of uncomfortable that formed in his pants. Bruce would have licked his teen lover’s neck if they weren’t somewhere so public.

“You are such a bastard, I just want you to know that.”

“Oh, I know. I can’t help that you look so beautiful when you squirm.” Bruce had a smile pinned to his face, stuck in playboy mode. He gave Tim a small wink before heading into the crowd, yelling “ladies!” He had yet to prove if his out of practice playboy routine would work on the women.

Tim would have to keep himself busy until Bruce decided it was time to leave the party. He meandered between the various rich bastards, dodging the annoying women on the way. He made his way over to the bar, more out of boredom then any urge for liquor, he still had the taste of wine and Bruce in his mouth. Tim’s mouth watered just think about putting the two things together.

He placed his hands on the edge of the clear glass bar, almost surprised when the bartender looked over at him and asked him what he wanted with a smile. “Oh…umm--”

“The kid will have a straight vodka. I’ll take a scotch.”

“What?” Tim looked over, completely stunned that someone had just ordered a drink for *him*.

“You looked like you could use a drink, kid.” The man took his drink in hand when the bartender dropped the two glasses off. “Maybe a few.”

“Umm…”

The mysterious stranger finally turned to face Tim, grin pasted on his face. “You can talk, right?”

Tim should have walked away, really, but he stood there, looking only half as completely stunned as he really was as the man ran his free hand over his beard.

“Tony Stark.” He placed his hand out for Tim to shake it; the teen did weakly, still in awe.

“Umm…Tim Drake.”

“Huh…that sounds kinda familiar. You look--”

“Bruce Wayne’s ward,” Tim said, grinning, finally picking up the glass of vodka. He swore Tony could have spit out his scotch.

“Wayne Enterprises’ Bruce Wayne?”

“The one and only,” Tim took a drink of the vodka, decided he didn’t like it and set it back down.

“Ah, so that’s why you look so goddamn *familiar*. The pictures don’t do you justice.”

“Thank you.”

Tony watched the teen smile again, “*Really* don’t do you justice.”

“Are you insinuating something, Mr. Stark?” Tim raised an eyebrow with his grin still at the edges of his lips.

“Only that you’re beautiful and should come back with me to my hotel room at the Berkeley.”

Tim should stay away from other billionaires, especially billionaire industrialists with facial hair. “Sorry, I’m already committed.” The teen gave his most voluptuous sway of hips as he walked away from the stunned playboy, leaving him wanting more of a show. Tim could have swore he heard the man say ‘and a beautiful little ass to go along with it’ as he left.

There was some exotic woman pawing at Bruce when Tim spotted them. She wore a long, *revealing* purple gown, that little known to the woman, wasn’t doing anything to sexually excite the billionaire playboy. It didn’t mean Tim couldn’t feel jealous and territorial over the man. He hoped the woman would see one of the love bites that the teen left on Bruce’s neck.

He grabbed a glass of champagne and mingled with the group of people standing in front of one of the comic-esque pieces of art that littered the gallery. Tim could care less about the art, all he wanted was to have Bruce to himself again, to not have to worry about the women touching him. He trusted Bruce with everything that he was, but he trusted none of the women.

Tim meandered from picture to picture, finding one that no one seemed to care about. He looked hard at the piece; a teenaged boy, stating ‘it’s easy’ in bold letters; lost in the bright colors until suddenly, “I think it represents the sexual achievement of a ward finally winning his guardian's attention.”

The teen almost laughed out loud as he looked over at Bruce, who was slightly disheveled from his playboy routine. “Doesn’t look much like me, looks more like Dick.”

Bruce gave a nod, slipping his hands in his pockets. “Ready to go back to the hotel?”

“Dear God, yes. Quickly, before Tony Stark decides to hit on me again.” Tim started walking to the large doors where they had entered at. Bruce managed to find his way close to the teen’s body; he placed a hand on Tim’s lower back and spoke just above a whisper.

“Stark really hit on you?”

“He said I had a quote, beautiful little ass, unquote. He also invited me to his hotel room.” Bruce growled low in his throat, still looking like a playboy. “Don’t worry, I said I was committed.”

“Maybe I should lock you up, make sure no one else *looks* at you.”

“I could say the same to you, babe. I hope you didn’t give anyone your number.”

“*Our* number. I said I’d call, they think I will.”

“They’ll be thinking that for a long time.”

When they got inside their car, Bruce immediately pulled Tim into a long, searing kiss.

“What was that for?”

“Would you rather I punch Stark in the face?”

Tim laughed as Alfred drove them back to the hotel.
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