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Joys of Fatherhood	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The early morning light leaked into the bare windows of Bruce Wayne’s bedroom, the shadows drawn back for another day. The man curled up closer to the body sharing his bed with him, the only other source of warmth as the sheets had been kicked back earlier in the morning by their tangled legs and hurried movements.

He kissed his way silently up his bird’s naked back, reaching his neck and sucking gently at the skin till the body stirred. Tim Drake turned over into the man’s arms, letting off a yawn, and blinking his eyes several times till the light didn’t seem to burn. He grinned and watched the face of his lover, “Wake up time, already?”

“For me.”

“Mmm…don’t say that.”

“You’ve only had five hours of sleep, Tim.”

“Which means…,” Tim gracefully flipped them over, seemingly awake, until he was straddling Bruce’s hips, “You’ve only had *three*.”

“I have things to do,” the man stated, matter-of-factly.

“Yes…you *do*.”

Bruce was surprised Tim agreed that he should be up so early. “Very important *things*,” The teen shifted slightly, making his way back until he was able to grind his dick to Bruce’s own. The man moaned silently and arched into Tim’s awakened member.

“Tim, we only had sex a few *hours* ago.”

The bird ground his hips again, gasping at the feeling his own movement caused. “Teenage hormones running rampant, remember?” Tim grinned before bowing down so he could kiss the man hungrily, licking his way in and in. The teen seemed to lose himself in the motions of his hips and the things they did to Bruce. He grinned and ran a hand down the man’s chest, flicking a nipple. “*Bruce*…,” he squeaked out when the man below him decided to meet him on the thrusts. He knew Bruce wanted to stay in control of the situation, to be the domineering one; he knew even more so when the man flipped him back to the mattress. It didn’t stop Tim from continuing his small sexual quest. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and rode out the movements, groaning loudly.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“*Nothing*… yet,” the teen whimpered with the next thrust.

Bruce grabbed his lover’s hips to stop his motions and held on till the bird looked at him. “*Tim*.”

“Don’t want you to get out of bed…,” He stroked the man’s arm comfortingly, cooing slightly.

“It’s the same routine every--”

“No is isn’t.” Tim threw out a frustrated look, turning his head away from the man, his face completely flushed. “When I’m in bed with you, I expect it to be a different routine. I expect you to pay some attention to what I *need* in the morning. I mean, you haven’t complained so far.” Bruce placed a hand on Tim’s chin and turned his head so he could look back into the teen’s stormy blue eyes.

“Tim, I just have a lot to do today. I need to fix the mic in the cowl, work on the new Batmobile, go through the reports from last night.” He took Tim’s hand, so small in his palm, and gave it a soothing kiss.

“I know you’re a busy man, Bruce. But you could at least stay in bed with me a few more minutes in the morning.” Tim sighed, “When we started this…*relationship*, I told you that I expected you to give me certain things--”

“I--”

“*Hush*, I’m not done yet. You agreed to give everything that I needed, and yes Bruce, that does include sex. Little do you know, that you’re the only person I would ever want that from. I could have easily found someone else. I could easily be in Blüdhaven, fucking Dick…but I’m not. I’m in *your* bed, Bruce…and yours is the only one I’ve been in.” Tim paused and let the words sink in; he knew Bruce was a little taken aback by the comment about Dick, but he wanted the man to understand how much he loved him.

“Bruce, I know you’re older, and that it takes longer for you to recover from these *things*, but when I told you I wanted a relationship with you, you didn’t back down. And I know it can seem hectic, and you get worn out from sex, especially when I have like four orgasms in an hour,” the teen laughed at the expression on Bruce’s face, and gave him a tiny kiss.

“But, you’ve handled me better then I could ever imagine…*sexually*.” Tim was suddenly frowning, his eyes looking over Bruce’s shoulder, at the ceiling. “You’re so used to *not* having a relationship, that it’s kind of tough for you…I’m not saying you’re a horrible person, because if that were true, I would already be gone…I’m just saying that we need to work on your people skills.”

“I understand.”

Bruce was frowning at the edges of his lips at Tim’s comments, he knew that the teen was right, Tim was always making small studies at the way Bruce acted towards him, and it was no surprise Tim had taken note of both the sexual part of their relationship and the emotional.

The bird stroked Bruce’s cheek and set his lips over the man’s, licking playfully until Bruce let him inside. Tim moaned as the man grabbed hold of him and rolled them again, messing up the sheets even more so.

“Bruce, I love you so much, and I don’t want anything to come between us.”

~&

Later in the morning, Tim found Bruce down in the Cave, working on the cowl mic just like he had promised. He came up behind the man and left a generous smooch on his cheek. Bruce turned away from his work, his small microscope still attached over his eye, and devoted his full attention to his teen lover.

“Working hard?”

“Yes, I’m almost done here.”

“Great! That means we can have lunch together.”

“Well…,” Bruce turned his head a bit, and removed the microscope. “I was thinking we could have a light lunch while you help me on the new Batmobile.” The way he said it was almost completely Bruce Wayne, causing Tim to let off a tiny smirk.

Tim jumped into the man’s arms without warning. He threw his arms around Bruce’s neck and kissed him passionately, sucking on the man’s lower lip before he let go. “I would love that.” He snuggled against Bruce’s neck, purring quietly, enjoying the feel of being in his lover’s arms, so near him. It meant a lot to Tim that Bruce had actually listened to what he had said in bed and taken into account what it meant spending more time with the teen.

“Thank you, Bruce.”

“For what?”

“For being so good to me.”

Bruce pulled him closer and placed a small kiss on the end of the bird’s nose, “I thought I hadn’t been good to you.”

“No…not entirely,” Tim drew his lips together thinking, “You could buy me more expensive things if it makes you feel better.” He kissed Bruce again, happy when the man gave in right away, licking his way into the bird’s mouth. The teen moaned and grabbed onto Bruce’s black sweater, pulling him as close as he could physically get. He almost jumped when Bruce ran a hand down his inner thigh and squeezed his hardening member.

“*Bruce*,” He drew out the one syllable with a lust glazed expression on his face, “I thought we had to wait longer before we could do it again.”

“Hmm, trying to make up for this morning.” He nuzzled Tim’s neck with a growl and began sucking at the sensitive skin, giving the teen’s groin another squeeze.

“Make up? But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“My hesitation.”

“You didn’t hesitate *after*.” Tim grinned and hugged the man closer. “Really it’s alright.”

“What if I want to?”

“That’s fine,” he nimbly crawled a hand up the man’s chest, under the sweater, giggling quite a bit at Bruce’s expression and quiet pleas. “Just…mmm, someplace more comfortable. I’m not flexible like Dick, you know?”

Bruce ran his lips down the teen’s forehead to one of his eyelids and kissed it sweetly, “Hmm, but you’re very good.” He picked the bird up and carried him across the Cave to the Batmobile that was currently in use by the Dark Knight, and laid Tim out on the shining, newly waxed hood. “I still love the way you move.”

Tim flung his legs around the man’s waist and pulled him in close, “Is that so? You mean like how I took down Nigma last night?”

“Just like that, yes.” The man busied himself with getting Tim’s pants off and *away*, kissing a line up the teen’s barely hairy leg when he accomplished his task. The teen whined and pulled the man’s hands to the waistband of his briefs. He gave a small lick at his lips as Bruce tugged them off, too. “And like this.”

Tim gave a parting sigh as Bruce wrapped his lips around the teen, sending a jolt right through the bird. “*Bruce*…” He placed a reassuring hand on Tim’s outer thigh and let the teen push further into his hot mouth.

~&

Tim sat naked from the waist down on the hood of the car as Bruce ventured off to find the teen’s underwear which had been kicked under the mechanical monster. The man suddenly reappeared, sought piece of clothing dangling from a fingertip, smirk wide across his face.

“Mmm, those legs of yours, Tim.” Bruce lifted the teen’s ankles and slid the briefs down the bird’s long legs.

“Are they dangerous?”

“Only to me.”

He grinned, snapping the waistband above Tim’s flaccid penis. The teen laughed and allowed Bruce to pick him up and carry back over to the console. He set Tim down gently in the chair and went off to find the supplies needed to clean his sticky car.

It was a bit funny to see Batman clean the car free of semen and sweat. Tim licked his lips and watched intently how Bruce’s hips moved while he wiped the hood. It was a very nice ass, and Tim realized this more, the more he saw it. Really, Nightwing didn’t have anything on Batman. Of course, with that long cape, only Robin really got to see it.

He smirked when Bruce leaned against the computer next to him, throwing the teen his discarded pants. “We don’t need to scare Alfred.”

“He already knows. Really, Bruce. When we’re in one place for a very long time together…not *patrol*…it usually means we’ve partaken in some scandalous ritual.” Bruce laughed at the edges of his eyes, because it was so true, watching Tim get up and slip into his pants with a few wiggles of his hips.

“I think it’s time for lunch. We’re late enough.”

“You know I can’t get enough of those noises you make.”

The teen let off a pout that disappeared as soon as Bruce picked him up to carry him upstairs to the manor.

Alfred already had the couple’s lunch laid out, a few ham and cheese sandwiches and a couple glasses of juice. Tim promptly raised himself onto the counter in front of Bruce and fed the man a few pieces of sandwich between his own bites, smiling the entire time as the man had decided it would be fun to kiss his way up Tim’s exposed flesh. The bird just sat his feet in Bruce’s lap and dealt with the surprisingly horny bat.

Both finished lunch without getting another hard-on and Tim silently praised whoever was up in the heavens, even as a teenager he needed time to recover from the three orgasms Bruce pushed out of him.

Tim toted behind Bruce over to the work-in-progress Batmobile. The man removed the tarp with a quick flip of both wrists, letting the off-white fabric fall to the cold cave floor. He turned and gave a little smile at Tim before he started listing off the things that he hoped to accomplish in the day between the two of them.

~&

Reclining in the driver’s seat, Tim ran his hands down the steering wheel while watching Bruce finish up the engine. The man had shed his shirt almost an hour ago, continually working while having Tim run back and forth and help him.

“I had an interesting conversation with Alfred yesterday.”

Bruce wiped a hand across his forehead and looked over at his young lover, “Really? I hope you’re not conspiring against me.”

“No, but we were talking about you.”

“Yes?”

“And we think you need to take a break, get away from Gotham for a few days.”

He abandoned the front of the car to stand behind Tim and wrap his arms around the teen’s shoulders, laying small kisses on his neck and jaw. “I think that’d be a wonderful idea,” he whispered huskily in the bird’s ear, sending a shiver all the way to Tim’s groin.

“We got sent an invite to the Action for Africa aftershow party.”

“Hmm? Where at?”

“London.”

“Then we should go…you and I.” He started sucking kisses at the sensitive skin of Tim’s neck, across the scar that almost meant sudden death. “I would love to have you beside me, dressed to the nines.”

“*Mmm*, I’ll have to suffer though watching all those women cling to you.”

“We can stay a few days after the party and you can have me all to yourself.”

Tim placed his lips against the ones that were offered to him, licking his way into the man’s mouth. He emitted a moan and clung tight to Bruce’s arms. “I would love that.”

“I’ll get everything ready for our vacation then.”

“Bruce, Alfred and I talked about something else, too.”

“What,” he asked against his bird’s ear.

“Alfred says you’re out of practice at being Bruce Wayne.”

“And what do you say?”

“You’re out of practice at being Bruce Wayne towards women.”

“I can’t disagree with you.”

“You growl at me, at everyone.”

“I thought you liked that,” he bit and pulled playfully at the earlobe.

“I do, but you know Alfred.”

“Yes. I’ll work on it.”

“Then I’ll tell Al to pack our things.”
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