Blackbirds

PART 8

They spilled into the bedroom in an awkward jumble of egos, groping hands and half discarded uniforms. They were loud. Fumbling. Testing and teasing each other. Each insistent on aggressively exploring--and exploiting--the other's weaknesses. Dick squirmed as Ollie's mustache tickled his stomach. Ollie gasped as Dick's foot stroked his calf.

"--landed a quadruple somersault--"

"--busted Seattle drug cartel--"

"--led the JLA--"

"--came back from the dead--"

Dick broke apart, studied Ollie's face for a quiet moment. "Can't top that. But--" He rolled Ollie onto the bed, "--I can top you."

"Only if I let you, fly boy."

They rolled off of the bed, landed on the floor with a loud thud and an explosion of laughter.

Dick executed a flying somersault onto Ollie's bed, jumped up and down experimentally. Threw a wicked glance at the archer before backflipping and landing in a crouch on the corner. Ollie watched, amused.

"Having fun, hotshot?"

"Just wondering if it'll hold."

Dick flopped onto his back. Ollie leaned over and nuzzled his neck. "No complaints from me if it doesn't."

Dick scissored his legs around Ollie's waist, pulled him down. His eyes full of mischief as he playfully boasted. "I do have the thighs of an acrobat." He squeezed lightly.

Ollie rubbed his beard across Dick's bared chest. "Ha! That's nothing compared to the goatee of the gods."

Dick lost it. He rolled onto his side shaking with laughter. "Goatee of the gods?" Another wave of laughter left him holding his sides gasping for air. Ollie used the distraction to stretch out beside him. Busied himself with kissing a trail across Dick's shoulders and down to the small of his back. Tugged at the skin tight uniform. Dick raised his hips to allow Ollie to peel the fabric from his body.

Ollie's fingers traced the perfectly sculpted, smooth muscles from shoulder to thigh and back again. He hooked a leg possessively over Dick's thigh. Reached around to cup his balls. Rolled them in his palm before moving up to grasp his hardening cock. A few light strokes and Dick's erection was firm under his fingers.

"Mmm..." Dick rolled over to face Ollie. "...good hands..."

"Did you have any doubt?" Ollie said with a smirk.

Dick kissed him. Forced him back until he was straddling Ollie's chest. He teased his cock across Ollie's lips, coaxing them to open and draw him in. Ollie's tongue flicked out, doing some teasing of his own.

"Jeez--" Ollie murmured between mouthfuls "--I need a good fuck."

Dick pulled out, kissed Ollie again. "Lube?"

Ollie returned the kiss. Fumbled behind him for the nightstand drawer. Finally succeeded in grabbing a tube of K-Y jelly and a box of condoms. He shook the suspiciously light condoms. Frowned. Opened the box and found a note.

"Ah, damn!"

"Problem?"

With a rueful smile, Ollie passed the note over to Dick. "Dad, owe you one. Connor."

"I'd be pissed if I wasn't so damn relieved to see the monk gettin' some."

"Wait, there's something else." Dick pulled out another note. "Ollie, told you to get the family size box. Roy."

Ollie chuckled then shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, but unless you got some top secret patented Bat condoms--"

"Actually..." Dick stammered as an embarrassed flush colored his skin.

"Are you shittin' me?"

Dick fished under the pile of clothes for his utility belt. He removed a small foil packet and tossed it to Ollie.

"The patent's still pending."

Ollie ripped the packet open with his teeth. The condom fell limply into his palm.

"Looks like a rubber. Feels like a rubber." He glanced warily at Dick. "Tell me there's no glow in the dark cum activated Bat signal in here."

"Not in that version, no."

Ollie quirked an eyebrow. The simple gesture shattered Dick's facade and he dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"Smart ass." muttered the archer.

"It's self-lubricating."

"Yeah?"

"Encapsulated destabilized silicone molecules. Body heat cause the shell to melt and seal the outer layer for protection. The inner silicone core liquifies for lubrication." Dick's blush deepened. "Roy double dared me to do it."

Ollie smiled affectionately. "Figures." He slipped the condom on then sighed contentedly.

"Well?"

Ollie's eyes twinkled, "I think you missed your calling." He gave his now sheathed cock a playful tug. "All dressed up and nowhere to go."

Dick grinned as he crawled onto the bed. "We'll have to do something about that."

Ollie spread Dick's cheeks with one hand. Used the other to guide the head of his cock in lazy circles around the lube slickened opening. He eased in. Dick moaned, hands tightened in the sheets. He arched against Ollie, wanting the full length of him inside. Dick wrapped his legs over Ollie's thighs. Switched hands from the bed to the archer's ass. Squeezed, urged, telegraphed his need with each flex of his fingers into Ollie's skin. There would be bruises in the morning.

"Easy..."

Ollie pulled out, thrust in. Dick whimpered. Again, the slow withdrawal followed by the achingly slow thrust.

"Please--"

Ollie planted his arms on either side of Dick's shoulders and lowered the full weight of his body. For a moment, neither moved. Dick's cock twitched against Ollie's stomach. Dick's hands raked Ollie's back. Ollie grunted his approval. He wrapped his hands in Dick's hair.

"Open your eyes."

Dick did as told. Then leaned forward just enough to bite Ollie's throat. Theher\her's breathing grew ragged as the rough wetness of Dick's tongue lapped the quickly bruising passion mark. Dick nipped his shoulder. Ollie's hips bucked against Dick's. Dick groaned with pleasure. Ollie gripped Dick's ass, spread his cheeks and got serious about giving him a thorough fucking. Ollie watched with smug satisfaction as Dick's body tightened and shuddered under his. Driving toward an unreachable release.

Not that Dick was being totally passive. Ollie almost lost it twice. Once, when Dick started sucking on his wrist. Who the hell knew a wrist could be manipulated like that? The second time when the lithe acrobat brought his legs to his chest, then stretched them over Ollie's shoulders allowing deeper penetration.

But it was the quiet, desperate noises Dick made low in his throat that sent Ollie over the edge. The starteld gasps of unexpected pleasure thrilled him. He pushed himself in harder. Dick groaned. Deeper. Dick panted. Faster. Dick's body writhed under his. Dick slid a lubed finger into Ollie's ass. Ollie cried out as he came.

"...damn..."

Ollie pulled out and rolled onto his back.

"...damn...you're good..."

"Did you ever doubt it?".

Ollie stroked the back of his hand across Dick's cheek. "You didn't--"

Dick kissed his palm. "Next time."

"Yeah?" Ollie wasn't completely convinced. He could be a selfish, egotistic son of bitch about a lot of things but not about sex. It just wasn't as fun if both parties weren't satisfied. Not to mention he had a reputation to live up to.

"Next time..." Dick murmured sleepily against Ollie's throat.