Figured You Out

Tim stands in the shadows behind Bruce's bedroom door. He does this every night, just to make sure that Bruce is getting some sleep and to reassure himself that Bruce is still there, and if Bruce has ever noticed him standing there, he hasn't said anything. Tonight is different though. Not long after Tim sneaks in to stand in the shadows, Dick comes through the door. Immediately, Bruce reaches to snap on the bedside light and Tim shrinks farther back into the shadows. He can just barely make out what Bruce and Dick are saying to each other, their voices are so low.

"I didn't think you would come."

"You asked. I came."

"It's been awhile."

"I know."

To Tim's utter surprise, Dick leans down and brushes his lips against Bruce's. Bruce's arms come up around Dick and he pulls him into the bed, rolling him underneath him.

"Bruce."

Dick's voice sounds full of need. Bruce doesn't answer his cry with words. Instead he rips at Dick's clothes, sending them flying everywhere. One of Dick's socks lands not too far from Tim and so Tim takes another step back even as his eyes are glued to the scene in front of him. Bruce and Dick's mouths look like they're at war as Dick's legs go up around Bruce's waist. It isn't long after that, as Bruce starts fucking Dick, that Dick breaks the kiss to moan and pant so loudly that it makes Tim shiver. As Bruce reaches for Dick's cock and starts stroking him, Tim finds himself sliding his own hand down to cup his hardening cock through his jeans.

Tim doesn't quite understand what Dick and Bruce are doing in bed together. Judging by their comments, this has happened before, but it's been awhile. Tim can't help but wonder when it all started and why he never noticed it before. As he ponders that, he watches Bruce fuck Dick harder and strokes his own cock through his jeans. Maybe it doesn't really matter; it's hot regardless, even if Tim does feel slightly guilty for watching such a private moment.

When Dick comes with a strangled cry, Tim figures it's a good time to make his escape, even if he does want to watch Bruce come, just to see what he looks like. Slowly, he starts inching his way around the door, his eyes cutting toward the bed as he hears Bruce growl Dick's name. Bruce looks beautiful like that, Tim thinks before he finishes his escape, making his way down the hallway to his own bedroom. He's about halfway there when he feels arms go around him. One hand covers his mouth and the other snakes up under his shirt to touch his stomach. Tim struggles to get away until he hears Dick's voice at his ear.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Dick's voice is low and sounds somewhere between amused and aroused, which makes Tim shiver. Dick lets go of his mouth while his other hand strokes Tim's stomach.

"Yes."

Dick laughs softly in Tim's ear before he tongues it. Tim can't help but moan. He doesn't bother to struggle or protest as Dick pulls him backward toward Bruce's bedroom. Instead, he makes a soft, questioning noise when Dick lets go of him just inside the door. Dick doesn't answer him though, he just reaches for Tim's clothes, stripping him out of them in between soft kisses pressed to his skin. Tim almost forgets where they are and who might be watching until he's picked up, thrown over Dick's shoulder and unceremoniously dumped in Bruce's lap.

"Oh, umm."

That's all Tim can manage to say. Bruce smirks and looks toward Dick.

"I told you. He watches me every night."

"You win. I'll pay up later."

"Hey!" Tim finally manages to get it together enough to protest. "You were betting on me?"

Bruce smirks again. Dick laughs and leans in to kiss Tim's neck.

"Are you complaining?"

"Umm, no."

Dick flicks his tongue out at Tim's neck. "Then get on your knees."

Tim scrambles to obey, kneeling in the middle of the bed with his legs spread apart slightly. Dick climbs into bed behind him and rests one hand on his stomach while he slides two of his fingers inside of Tim. Tim's eyes go wide as he meets Bruce's. Bruce moves from his sitting position to kneel in front of Tim. His hand takes Tim's and places it on his cock. Automatically, Tim starts stroking Bruce's cock. When Bruce reaches for Tim's cock, Tim moans and bucks his hips forward into his hand before rocking back toward Dick's fingers.

"Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"

The term of endearment throws Tim for a second, but he tilts his head back onto Dick's shoulder and moans his answer.

"Yes."

Dick slides inside him slowly and Tim thinks that between Dick fucking him and Bruce's hand on his cock, he's going to die and not mind in the slightest. His head tilts forward so that Bruce can lean in and kiss him, swallowing Tim's moans with his tongue. Not long after that, Tim breaks the kiss so he can cry out as he comes. His hand pauses on Bruce's cock for a second as he tries to catch his breath before he begins stroking him harder and faster to match Dick's rhythm. By the time first Bruce and then Dick come, Tim is shivering, nearly shaking in Dick's arms. He feels completely boneless and out of it, so he just lets Dick pull him down into the bed. When Bruce lays down, Tim is nestled firmly between Dick and Bruce. He figures that's not a bad place to be, all things considered.

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