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Stephanie leaned back on Tim’s couch, watching him pace by the large windows of his living room. He’d take a few steps, pause to fiddle with his hair, pretend to be watching Gotham below his penthouse- before he’d pace again, rinse, repeat.
“I should have cut off your caffeine this morning,” Stephanie mused, glancing down at her phone, checking the time herself. “You’re going to pace a hole in the floor.” She glanced back up as she heard Tim stop moving, caught his pretty, perfectly done eyes looking at her. “You’re not nervous about hook ups usually, Timmy.”
Tim bit his lip, and Stephanie was right, they both knew. Tim wasn’t the nervous or awkward type, when it came to getting someone into bed. The awkwardness has dissipated after he’d dated Stephanie the first time- after she’d taught him a thing or two, about himself . After he’d come out and embraced all of his identities.
And yet, here he was- nervous, like it was the first time Stephanie had let his hands wander past her waist .
“It’s just… it’s Jason .” He raked his hands back through his hair, and Stephanie tipped her head back, flashing a smile.
“ Exactly . Man of your dreams. And you didn’t even have to ask .”
No, because if Stephanie had waited for Tim to make a move on Jason, Jason would be long dead for a second time before Tim even dropped a proper hint. And she was so over waiting .
She’d simply plopped herself down next to Jason, a few days ago, when they’d all last been at the manor, leaned into his shoulder affectionately and asked, without hesitation, wanna have a threesome?
Tim had nearly choked to death on his coffee, watching her.
Stephanie glanced back at her phone, before it dinged the same time as Tim’s, clutched in one of his hands. A notification that someone was at his door.
“Showtime,” Stephanie said, hopping off the couch and walking through the penthouse. She pulled the door open, flashing a smile at Jason. “Hi Jay,” she said, leaning against the door, giving herself a minute to take him in- that battered leather jacket, black jeans that were too tight to not be bursting over his thighs, faded gray tshirt-
This wasn’t just for Tim, and Stephanie would never lie and claim it was.
“Hey blondie,” he said, and there was something to his voice. It lacked that tinge of attitude Jason always boasted. As if his nerves might be showing, just a little.
Stephanie stepped aside, and Jason walked in, glancing around. “Never been to Tim’s?”
“Only the safehouses. Never had the privilege of asking him to stitch me up in his home .”
Stephanie grinned and took his hand, leading him through the penthouse, back to the living room. Tim was where Stephanie had left him, by the large windows that looked over the bustling city- but this time he looked put together at least. Like he was trying to harness that godlike aura Stephanie knew he had in him. “Hey,” Tim offered, smiling the classic Wayne smile that had never failed him.
Stephanie felt Jason squeeze her hand- she figured he didn’t even realize he had done it. “Hey Timbo,” Jason said, after a too long delay- and Stephanie knew Jason had been drawn in with that smile.
She let go of Jason’s hand, stepping back just enough to take them both in, waiting to see Tim turn on the charm, to see Jason utterly drown-
Except, a minute passed, and the two were just looking at each other.
Fucking men .
Stephanie huffed. “We’re not doing this all afternoon,” she said, gesturing to the two of them. Both men glanced at her, and she rolled her eyes, before taking the two steps to Jason, grasping his jacket in both her hands, and pulling him down for a kiss. For a single second, Jason was utterly still - but a single flick of Stephanie’s tongue, and he was coming to life , his hands finding her waist, squeezing through her cardigan, his tongue teasing the tip of her own. She could feel a crackling energy in him, like he was ready to burst-
And oh, Stephanie couldn’t wait to see it.
Before she could lose herself, she pulled back, dipped and let Jason support her weight, as she flashed a smile at Tim from the odd angle. “C’mere Tim,” she said, and he walked over as she straightened. She let go of Jason’s jacket with one hand, sank it back into Tim’s soft, free hair, and guided him down to kiss her as well.
Now Tim , she knew how to kiss. She’d had years of practice, could fall into oblivion with the way he always tested her control, pushed and pushed but ultimately caved to her.
She had never seen him submit to anyone else.
She pulled back with a playful bite at his lip, before glancing at Jason, who was watching , still holding her waist. “Now you two,” she teased, as she untangled herself from them, stepped back, gestured to the spot she had taken up against Jason, for Tim.
Tim held her stare for a moment, and she watched the confidence ease into him. He slid up against Jason, pressed flush to him and tossed an arm up around his neck, forcing Jason to dip down. Tim kissed him slowly, this perfectly practiced movements of his lips that were heavy and so perfect , Stephanie knew.
From the way Jason clutched at Tim’s sweater, he thought so too.
She heard a little sigh, realized it had been from Jason , and utterly beamed. They’d just needed to break the ice .
Stephanie let herself watch them, for a moment, watch the way Tim rolled his hips against Jason, as he tugged at his lip, had one of Jason’s hands sliding down his back, trying to dip under his sweater…
Still grinning, Stephanie walked over, taking Jason’s hand before he could get more than his fingertips against Tim’s warm skin. Jason pulled back, shocked back to reality by the touch, and Stephanie leaned over Tim’s shoulder, pecked Jason’s cheek.
“Now that we’re over that little bump,” she said softly, “let’s move this party somewhere more comfortable .” She watched Tim’s lips curve into a smile, and took his hand as well, guiding them through the rest of the penthouse, towards Tim’s bedroom.
They were barely past the door when she felt Jason tugging her back. She took a single step back, dropping Tim’s hand- and suddenly Jason was lifting her, and gods be damned he carried her across the rest of the room, following Tim directly to the bed.
Stephanie smiled, got her arms around Jason’s neck and nuzzled into his hair, could smell smoke from the cigarette he must have smoked anxiously before coming up, could smell the wind from his bike ride over. Could smell his cologne, even his shampoo.
She pressed her legs together tighter, and boy did she love Tim’s taste in men.
Jason set her on the bed, had barely let go of her, and Tim was crawling up onto it, settling on his knees and pushing at Jason’s jacket. Jason pulled it off, awkwardly dropping it to the floor as Tim grasped the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Stephanie took the chance to shed her cardigan, to shimmy from the center of the bed, before she said, “Tim, get him down here for us.”
Tim smiled into his kiss with Jason, before he broke it. “You heard her,” he whispered, and Jason shivered, but gods be damned listened . He crawled onto the bed, let Stephanie guide him until he was laying out, on his back.
And it was her turn to kiss him again. His mouth was so warm, and he kissed something fierce now, testing Stephanie’s hold on the power of the kiss like Tim would. She bit at his tongue, dragged her teeth along it, got a hiss of almost pain from him, and swallowed it down. Her hand skimmed down his chest, his abdomen- and shamelessly went for his belt, pulling it open one handed. The moment she had it open, she felt Tim’s hands, on Jason’s fly.
“We don’t go slow,” Stephanie said, when she pulled back, let Jason suck in a much needed breath. She heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. “That okay with you?”
Jason nodded, the cutest blush forming on his cheeks. Like maybe he wasn’t used to being the center of attention, like this.
He was in for an awakening , Stephanie was sure.
She nuzzled his neck, whispered in his ear, “Tell us if anything is too much,” and then kissed his cheek affectionately. Jason nodded, his eyelids fluttering as Tim’s hands left his fly, both squeezed his thighs, as he straddled his legs. Stephanie glanced down Jason’s body, caught Tim’s eyes and held his stare, before they both cracked the same smile. “Timmy baby,” she said, “you always tell me how badly you want to choke on Jason’s cock…”
Jason groaned at that, and Tim’s hands were back, hooking in the waistband of his jeans and underwear, tugging. Jason lifted his hips eagerly, let Tim fight with his clothing, until he could get just his cock free. Stephanie watched, so bemused at the sheer light of hunger that flashed in Tim’s blue eyes, at the sight of Jason’s half hard cock.
And, silently, congratulated the both of them for working him up that much in minutes with just a few kisses.
Tim leaned down, kissed at Jason’s cockhead, before letting his tongue roll over it. He caught Stephanie’s eyes again, dragged his tongue just under the head so it rested against him, and looked something wanton, something whore like .
Stephanie bit her lip, squirmed a little, a current of heat and desire radiating through her veins, to her cunt. Seeming satisfied, Tim sucked Jason in properly , hummed over the salty taste, and Jason arched slightly, one hand grasping at Stephanie’s back, holding on, as the other fisted in Tim’s comforter.
Stephanie pushed herself up, grasped at Jason’s tshirt and tugged it up, over his stomach. “Off,” she said, “if you can manage , with Tim being as distracting as he is.”
Jason bit his lip, but then he was sitting up. Tim pulled off his cock, open mouthed and obscene , and oh Jason was fully hard now. Stephanie licked her lips, and Jason groaned again, as he pulled his tshirt off over his head, chucking it half way across the room. “Not fair if I’m the only one exposed here,” he said, glancing between the two of them.
Tim hopped off the bed without hesitation, tugging his sweater off and dropping it to the floor. Stephanie could see the line his cock cut in his leggings, and she knew Jason was staring too. Tim hooked his thumbs in his waistband and peeled his leggings and underwear down slowly , his cock bobbing free, flushed like Jason’s cheeks.
“You’re both staring,” Tim pointed out, and, while Jason choked at being caught, Stephanie just smiled.
“Just can’t wait to devour you,” she teased, and Tim’s breath rushed out. He shucked his leggings down the rest of the way, stepping out of them completely naked now , and crawled back onto the bed. Jason leaned back, let Tim work his jeans and underwear off him properly, and then there was just so much skin for Stephanie to take in.
She pushed Jason back down to the bed, tossed her leg over his waist in a fluid motion to straddle him, as Tim was back between his thighs, dragging his tongue up along his thick cock, sucking just below the head, making Jason’s breaths rush out in little pants.
Stephanie pressed the tip of one finger to the scar at the center of Jason’s belly, tracing it up until it split off, about two inches below his collar bone.
A stark reminder that he should be inhuman .
“Does it bother you if I touch this?” she asked, and Jason shook his head- though she had to wonder if he could think properly, with Tim’s mouth doing such wonderful things to him.
She knew she had never been able to think, when faced with Tim’s mouth and too good tongue.
She trailed her finger away, chose to flick one of Jason’s pierced nipples, liking the little gasp she got enough to grind against his abdomen. She reached for her, grasped her hips, fingers curling back towards her ass, and she let herself grind against him again, her mind beginning to burn with want. Without much thought, she stripped off her cardigan, let it fall towards the edge of the bed.
She watched Jason arch slightly, couldn’t see that Tim had gripped his thighs with bruising force, had taken him entirely into his mouth, so Jason was nestled against his throat . Then he cursed , and she heard Tim shifting-
Until he was up on his knees, stradling one of Jason’s thighs, grasping at Steph’s tshirt. She let him strip her of it, glanced down and caught Jason’s stare- pupils large, not yet blown but close- as with a single flick of his wrist, Tim unclasped her bra.
Oh, she had taught him so well .
Stephanie pulled her bra off, tossed it away, and Tim was pressing right up against her, mouthing at her neck, cupping her breasts and squeezing, making her squirm . She was so close if she leaned back, if she had just stripped with the boys, she could slide herself down on Jason-
Or coax Tim to push right into her.
The thoughts made her mind race and her heart pound, but oh , she had other plans. Even with Jason staring, as Tim teased her, like the two of them were ethereal, holy, from an entirely other plane of existence .
One of Tim’s hands left her breast, skimmed down her abs, ducked into the waistband of her leggings, her panties- and fuck he was sliding between her lips, fingers rubbing over her clit with ease . Stephanie squirmed, bit her lip, and Tim exhaled against her neck, a small fuck lost in her sweet skin.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, and Jason pushed himself up at that, grasped at Stephanie’s leggings and underwear and pulled them down, so they spread with her thighs. Stephanie worried her lip more, unable to keep from rolling her hips with Tim’s fingers, before he spread her lips, bared her for Jason to see.
And Jason was touching her too then, sliding his fingers between her thighs, two pushing into her with ease. He kissed between her breasts, his other hand squeezing one of her thighs- before reaching around her, his hand wrapping around Tim’s cock, giving him a firm stroke.
Tim’s rhythm faltered and he gasped, trembled against Stephanie, hid his face in the crook of her neck. She could feel his breaths, felt him tremble , and oh , he was close and that was dangerous and exciting .
“Careful,” she managed- and how was Jason working his fingers into her so well and stroking Tim without faltering? “Don’t make him come just yet.”
Jason’s eyes flared, and the smirk he offered was much more in line with the man Stephanie knew. “Oh? Is babygirl close already?”
Tim whined , and Stephanie reached down, grasped at Jason’s wrist, forced his hand to still so she could think . “He is if you call him that ,” Stephanie managed, as Tim gasped out not fair , and she wasn’t even sure if it was directed at Jason or her or both .
Jason eased his fingers from Stephanie, and she climbed off him, just long enough to stand up and finishing stripping. As she did Tim regained himself, pushed at Jason until he was flat on his back, crawled over him and kissed him as if he wanted to take the very life from his lungs. Jason arched, sank his hands into Tim’s hair, and oh he put up a fight, Stephanie could see it- but Tim was a god and a goddess in one, and he had Jason melting below him in only seconds.
She got back on the bed, just as Tim left Jaason’s mouth, kissed his jaw, his neck, the point of that god awful and glorious autopsy scar. Jason sighed, tipped his head back, and Tim traced it with his tongue, until it split, and then kissed down the scar, over Jason’s abdomen-
Until he was back, between his thighs. Stephanie smiled, as Tim took Jason’s dick back in his mouth, thumbs rubbing circles into his thighs as he bobbed his head quickly.
Stephanie laid herself out against Jason, kissed his neck, his jaw, pinched one of his pierced nipples, rolled the hard bud between her fingers until she felt him squirm. “Timmy wants you to come in his mouth,” she said, just loud enough for Tim to hear. “You have no idea how much he talks about it. How often he fucks himself with his fingers and wishes you were choking him.” Jason cursed again, and Stephanie nipped at his neck, dragged her teeth along his pulse. She couldn’t feel how tight his belly was, the knot of sheer bliss at the base of his spine, wanting to burst .
And then Tim’s tongue did something , just the right, single movement as he took Jason in, and Jason was gone gone gone , growling out TIm’s name and thrusting against his throat. Tim squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing once, and then simply sucking, letting Jason fill his mouth, come against his tongue.
When Jason relaxed back into the bed, panting, Tim pushed himself up. Stephanie did as well, turning and grabbing him, pulling him in so their mouths crashed together in a rhythmless kiss. Tim’s tongue was bitter and it made Stephanie’s belly hot, made her blood burst into vibrating cicadas, wanting to erupt from her veins.
Tim whimpered against her mouth, squirming, and part of her wanted to reach down, to get him off in seconds flat, bring him some relief .
But she had plans , and she knew what Tim wanted.
She broke the kiss, glanced down at Jason- and his blissed out smile was something that could melt hearts, she was sure. Her own picked up a tick, and if she were to steal a glance at Tim, she’d see the utter adoration in his eyes.
“Now that we took the edge off,” Stephanie said, “think you can function enough to open Timmy here up? Because if you don’t fuck him utterly senseless, I’m pretty sure he’s going to die .”
Jason was up , moving so fast that Stephanie wondered just how long these two idiots had danced around their attraction. He sank his hand into Tim’s hair, kissed him quickly, and Stephanie pulled away long enough to get to the nightstand, pull it open and fish out the lube. “ Jay ,” she said, and he glanced back at her. She tossed it, and he caught it, smiling and giving her a wink.
Stephanie felt her stomach flutter.
“We have to take care of you too,” Jason pointed out, even as Tim pushed up against him, was kissing at his neck, hands roaming everywhere , like he wanted to memorize every curve of muscle, every scar on Jason’s body.
Stephanie reclined back in the pillows, looking aloof , which was hard when she felt half made with arousal. “You can open Tim up while he gets me off.”
Tim bit at Jason’s chest over that, and Jason’s breath hissed out. Stephanie could see the outline of teeth marks, on one of Jason’s pecs now. Tim scrambled away from Jason, laid out between Stephanie’s legs, and didn’t even waste a breath . He pushed them open, forced her to angle her hips up slightly, and his tongue was tracing along her slit, before it flicked at her clit. She shivered, heard the lube snap open, and watched as Jason drizzled it over his fingers.
“Be good to her,” he said to Tim, as he grasped an asscheek, squeezing the flesh and pulling gently, so he could rub two slick fingers along his hole.
“I always am,” Tim said, lifting his head, pushing his ass back against Jason. “But you - be absolutely bad to me.”
Jason grinned, and Tim was back to Stephanie’s cunt, tongue working circles around her clit. She dropped her head back, eyes shut, hating that she was missing as Jason eased his fingers into Jason- she felt Tim stutter, lose his breath as Jason did it- but gods Tim felt so good, knew her nerves and exactly how to alight them in seconds.
She rolled her hips, spread her thighs wider, heard Jason whisper that’s it babygirl , and Tim was whimpering into her cunt, sounding utterly wretched and broken and gloriously perfect . Stephanie sighed, arched as Tim’s tongue left her clit, chose to push into her, lap at the wetness these men had caused.
“Does she taste good?” Jason asked, and Stephanie clit her eyes open, looked up at him through blonde lashes. He curled his fingers, and Tim pulled abc slightly, tipped his head down and moaned, managed a fucking hell yes , and Jason whistled . “That good babygirl?” Another curl of his fingers, and Stephanie felt Tim shake. “Then make her come so I can taste.”
Tim was back, before Stephanie could try to command him, his tongue back at her clit, the perfect rhythm. She shuddered, reached down and got her hands in his hair, pushing against his mouth, as the knot inside her tightened and tightened and tightened ,
And then burst , with a sharp cry and a buck of her hips. She felt Tim moan as she came against his tongue, as he worked it through it- tongue never once faltering until she was shaking, pushing at his head gently because she was so sensitive she swore she was going mad.
She caught Jason pulling his fingers from Tim’s ass, and Tim was pushing himself up, turning and grasping at Jason, kissing him and giving him a taste just like Jason had asked. Jason bit at Tim’s lip, a feral, needful noise leaving his mouth, and Stephanie’s eyes almost rolled.
She swore she wanted them both again, and her orgasm was still a ghost, clawing at her mind.
“Fuck,” Jason growled, and then he was pushing Tim down, slotting right between his thighs. Stephanie watched as Jason poured lube onto his cock, and Tim spread his legs so wide it had to make his hips crack . He didn’t seem to care though- pupils blown, lips rosy and kiss swollen, a flush along his cheeks, his neck.
Stephanie was sure he had to be dying .
“Ruin him,” Stephanie breathed, and Jason was inside Tim in a single, brutal thrust. Tim cried out loudly, arched his back, and Stephanie slid over to him, draped an arm over his waist, kissed at his shoulder.
“Shh, Timmy, baby ,” she whispered, as Jason grasped at Tim’s thighs, hips moving like he wanted to bury himself inside Tim’s bones . “Fall apart for us.”
Her hand ran down his abs, grasped at the base of his cock. His skin was burning, his cock so hard Stephanie really wasn’t sure how he hadn’t come yet. She stroked him once, and Tim’s head dropped back, mouth open in a silent cry for everything, anything .
“He’s so-” Jason cut off, groaned, head dropping down, “ beautiful ,” he managed, and Stephanie rolled her thumb over Tim’s cockhead, teasing his slit and getting him to tremble.
“I know.” She looked up at Jason. “Wait until he comes, wait until you see him in heaven .”
She eased her hand down Tim’s shaft, and he arched, his shoulders digging into the pillows. She kissed his cheek, his jaw, kept her hand moving so slowly it had to be driving him mad.
The fire in Tim’s mind was all consuming, and if Stephanie and Jason could see it, they would have burned alive.
Jason leaned over Tim, and Tim stared up at him, like Jason was a god, the sun itself-
And Jason smiled at him. Tim gave in then, hooked a leg around Jason and came around him, clutched him so tightly that Jason’s thrusts faltered. Stephanie kept her strokes slow, easing Tim through his orgasm, drawing it out until he was gasping and squirming-
And Jason drove into him harder . Tim cried out, arched, and Stephanie wondered if Jason could make him come again, make his body give when there was nothing left inside him.
Oh, she wanted to see that someday. But-
She pulled away from Tim, got up and pressed her clean hand to Jason’s belly,pushing gently. His thrusts stopped- and she had to commend the will power for that, because Tim’s body was a hellfire paradise that could drive even the most devout men to their knees. Stephanie lifted her other hand, licked one trail of cum down her finger, raising her eyebrows- and Jason wrapped a hand around her wrist, pulled her hand close and licked up along another trail, his eyelids fluttering.
She let him lick every last bit up, before she kissed him, slow, forcing him to relax, despite the fact that he was still buried in Tim’s ass. “What if,” she whispered, the hand on his belly teasing down, wrapping around the base of his cock, squeezing, making his hips buckle, try to thrust deeper into Tim. “I fuck you now.”
The broken, wanton whine Jason gave her was everything Stephanie could have hoped for. She pulled away from Jason, grabbed the lube as he untangled from Tim, who was back in the pillows now, looking blissed out and pleased . He motioned for Jason with a curl of his fingers, and Jason fit between his legs, leaned back against his chest. Stephanie poured the lube onto her fingers, as Tim stroked his fingers back through Jason’s hair, his other hand running along his chest, touching scars, teasing his nipples, tugging at his fine chest hair- any little bit of stimulation he could get, in order to get Jason to squirm.
Stephanie settled herself between Jason’s thighs, her hand sliding between them, pressing two fingers against his asshole. She circled the muscle slowly, pushing but never thrusting inside, watched as Jason squirmed around, his cock leaking precum all over his belly.
“I’m impressed you didn’t come inside Tim,” she said, as she finally pushed two fingers in. He took them easily , and Stephanie filed that away for future reference.
Because there would definitely be a future need.
And if Jason could bottom for her easily- well, Stephanie was not going to forget that.
Jason tipped his head back, let it fall to Tim’s shoulder. His breaths were ragged already, and as Stephanie curled her fingers, pushed against his prostate, she watched the way his back arched. Tim smiled over it, dragged his nails up along Jason’s chest, the hand that had been in his hair now simply holding onto him, at his waist.
“Almost- did,” Jason managed, and Tim chuckled, this lovely, sinful sound directly from his chest.
“Would’ve loved that,” Tim admitted, “next time?” As he asked, Stephanie curled her fingers again, and Jason gave a little cry. The way his thighs trembled made Stephanie’s muscles tight all over again. She eased a third finger in- not even sure Jason needed it , and he simply spread his thighs wider for her.
“You’re too good at this,” Stephanie mused, “you get fucked a lot, Jason?”
He licked his lips, and in a voice that was a bit hoarse, managed, “not nearly enough.”
Stephanie glanced at Tim again, whose smile only grew . “We can fix that,” he said. “ Easily .” Stephanie smiled too, pulled her fingers out and climbed from the bed. She heard Jason shifting, could hear the eager, wet sounds of him kissing Tim, as she hurried to her bag, grabbing it and bringing it back to the bed. Her harness always took a minute to strap into, and she wanted to watch Tim and Jason.
She almost fumbled with the buckles, as Jason moved from Tim’s mouth, down his neck- and Tim leaned back, spread his legs, pushing his hips up to grind against Jason’s belly. Jason groaned, before he glanced back- and his eyes went wide as Stephanie got the last buckle set.
“You get to pick,” she teased, pushing her bag towards him. “Tell me which dick you want.”
Jason pulled from Tim, glanced in the bag, eyes darting over the toys Stephanie had brought. It took maybe ten, fifteen seconds, before he pulled one of the toys out- a thick dildo with a heft knot near the base, cascading pink turning to a deep crimson down the shaft.
Stephanie grinned and took it, taking the time to lock it into place. “Now, go back to Tim- if you can work him up again , I’ll fuck him too.”
Jason listened , pushed the bag of remaining toys aside and moved to Tim, supported himself on his knees and one hand as he kissed Tim eagerly. Tim melted into it, diluting into nothing beneath Jason’s touch, as Stephanie lubed up her toy. She climbed back onto the bed, got herself behind Jason and leaned over him, running her hands along his back. She watched the way his muscles moved, took in all the scars that littered her skin.
He was gorgeous, cracked and broken and perfect , and oh did she understand Tim’s obsession.
She moved her hands back to his ass, squeezed, dug her nails into the plump flesh and felt him shudder. She braced her toy with one hand, pushed forward so she could drag the head along Jason’s asshole, tease him with it. He pushed his hips back, made a breathy sound, which Tim drank down like he was dying of thirst. With a smirk, Stephanie thrust forward, easing herself in, inch by inch , until Jason’s ass was nestled back against her.
He shuddered, and Stephanie eased her hips back, before pushing in again. She knew, from her fingers alone, how warm and tight Jason had felt, and could only imagine if she could feel him now.
“Feel good?” she asked, even as she could hear each breath Jason took, as he could barely focus on kissing Tim now. He pulled abc from Tim’s mouth, panting, trying to nod, and Tim was suddenly pushing at his head.
“I want Stephanie to fuck me too,” he said, “warm me up for her.”
It was demanding and the way Jason dropped down, had his mouth around Tim’s still soft cock made Stephanie think Jason really liked being pushed around. Tim arched, and Stephanie knew he’d be hard in a minute- maybe two . He was fairly quick to recover from his first orgasm.
She thrust harder, grasping at Jason’s ass, pulling apart the flesh to see the dildo as it spread him open. Jason shuddered, knew she was watching, squeezed his eyes shut. They stung, but everything was so good , the way Stephanie was filling him, stretching him wide-
And then that knot, pushing into him, making him choke . He buried his nose in the curls at the base of Tim’s cock, could feel him hardening against his tongue.
No one knew, not even Jason , when the first tears escaped his concrete eyes. But Stephanie was brutal with him, and Tim was thrusting into his mouth, taking his breath, making his jaw ache quickly.
“Oh Jay ,” Tim cooed, and Stephanie lifted her head, watched as Tim guided Jason from his cock, lifted his face and cradled it in his hands. She could see a line of tears, down one cheek. “Does she feel that good?”
A hiccuped yeah was all Jason could offer, and Stephanie felt his thighs shake. She watched Tim lick up a single trail of tears, kiss the corner of Jason’s eye, and she groaned, felt so wet she imagined she had to be dripping down her own thighs.
“You can break,” Tim said, thumbs stroking Jason’s cheeks, “look right at me and fall apart. We’ve got you.”
Jason trembled, and Stephanie was pushing against his prostate, making his nerves crackle. He shuddered, and Stephanie panted that she wanted to see , and gods be damned, Jason was gone. He cried out, couldn’t keep from squeezing his eyes shut as more tears leaked out, clenching tightly around Stephanie’s fake cock as he came, otherwise untouched. His cock throbbed, spilling down onto the blanket, and Stephanie grasped his ass tightly, leaned over him, breathing out yes and good boy , and Jason sobbed.
“That’s it. Oh Jason ,” Tim cooed again, leaned in, kissing his lips, even though Jason could only focus on trying to breathe .
Stephanie bit at her leg, felt the shudder that wracked Jason, as his orgasm finally began to ebb. When she pulled out his knees gave out, and he was a collapsed mess against Tim, clinging to him, nuzzling his shoulder, his neck, looking as if he wanted to crawl inside the safety of Tim’s skin .
“I’ve got you,” Tim said, kissing his temple, glancing at Stephanie. Stephanie leaned over Jason, placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“You did go well,” she whispered, and the way Jason sobbed again, over the praise, almost made her heart break. She kissed between his shoulders again, before she eased back.
“Can you lay down?” Tim asked, as Jason finally lifted his head. He nodded, slowly, and rolled away from Tim, onto his back. Tim draped over him, kissed his chin. “Is it okay if Stephanie fucks me now- or do you need us?”
Jason bit his lip, before he tipped his head back, took a long, steadying breath. “I’m okay,” he said, his voice a wavering, broken thing . But Stephanie believed him- if only because she felt he owed him that much.
“Okay,” Tim said, rubbing his hand down Jason’s chest, resting it on his belly. He nuzzled against his neck, as he lifted his hips, and Stephanie smiled to herself. She maneuvered around the two, got herself behind Tim. The lube was still on the bed, and because she knew TIm liked to be wet, she poured more onto her toy.
She didn’t warn him, when she thrust in- simply grasped one asscheek, held the base of her dildo, and pushed inside him. He gave so easily , Jason’s fingers and cock having left him relaxed, pliant . Tim sighed, closing his eyes, fingers tracing little designs into Jason’s skin, as Stephanie pushed until the knot of the toy was inside Tim, until she was leaning over him, taking in the scars on his back now.
Those, she knew. Knew very, very well.
“I’m not gonna last,” Tim managed, and Stephanie ran her hand along his spine, felt him shiver.
“I know.” She didn’t want him to.
He straightened back up, arched her back slightly as she pulled abc and then thrust hard into Tim. Tim cried out into Jason’s neck, and Jason curled an arm around him, glancing up to watch Stephanie. His eyes were still wet, but the way he was looking at her, studying her face as she bit at her lip, her own arousal raging a war inside her-
It was like she was the scripture, and he was swearing his life over to an unnamed god.
She realized, admit Tim’s moans, his whines of Stephanie, Steph that Jason was looking at her. She caught his eyes, held them- and a smile spread on his face, before he turned his head. The movement had Tim lifting his, and Jason was kissing him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and taking his breath.
Tim shuddered, choked, pushed himself back against Stephanie with each thrust, while trying to keep up with Jason’s kiss. His entire body was throbbing, his cock leaking against the bed, trapped beneath him. But he didn’t care , because Stephanie was an expert with her toys, was hitting his prostate from the first fucking thrust.
Tim hadn’t lied, when he said he wouldn’t last- and he didn’t try to fight it. He came with a sinful, filthy moan into Jason’s mouth, his body giving what little cum he had to the soiled comforter, as he clutched at Stephanie’s fake cock, tried to pull her in impossibly deep. Only when he began to relax did she pull out, panting herself.
Stephanie reached for one of the buckles on the harness, her hands shaking. Her heart was pounding in her head, and even the air felt like too much, on her skin. She just-
She just needed release.
She had gotten one buckle open, when Tim and Jason were moving, both reaching for her, pushing her hands away to work the hardness open. They pulled her down, guided it off her legs, stretched her out between them, each sliding a hand between her thighs.
Jason pushed his fingers back inside her, while Tim pressed his middle finger in tight circles over her clit. She bucked, gasped, tipped her head back- could barely tell whose mouth was where, on her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. She just knew it felt good , that Jason’s fingers curled and hit her g-spot with ease- that Tim knew exactly how she liked her clit touched, the best way to get her off fast .
There weren’t words- they were all too far gone, minds too blown, for that. It was just panted breaths, little noises from the men who wanted Stephanie undone, and Stephanie’s own moans, louder and louder, until they turned to a shout in their crescendo. She trembled, her body rhythmically clenching around Jason’s fingers- her orgasm knocking her breath, her mind, her sanity directly from her.
They all collapsed, breathless, limbs tangling. Somehow, Stephanie ended up on Jason’s other side, so he was between her and Tim, as they took turns stealing kisses from Jason’s kiss abused mouth. As the seemingly never ending bliss high began to ebb, they relaxed, until they were just laying there, Stephanie’s legs tangled around one of Jason’s- Tim’s around the other.
Stephanie, holding Tim’s hand against Jason’s belly.
The silence felt physical , but comforting, like a blanket. Steohanie pressed a single kiss to Jason’s shoulder, felt Tim squeeze her fingers. She felt Jason’s body shift, as he inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and finally said,
“I need a cigarette.” Tim laughed at that, pressing his forehead to Jason’s shoulder and shaking with it against his body. Stephanie grinned, and Jason added, “Or maybe a whole pack.”
“Tim’s got private access to the roof,” Stephanie said, “it’s nice this time of evening.” Even though being locked in bed with these two also sounded like heaven, the evening Gotham air might be nice, on their burning skin.
It was slow going, untangling, standing, attempting to clean up enough to put clothes back on. The silence was back, but it still seemed alright .
Once they were dressed again, Tim led them to the staircase that took them up to the roof. The afternoon had bled away entirely, and evening was rearing her head, the sky fading into a thick, dark purple, that would be velvety black soon.
Stephanie pulled her cardigan closed against the wind, as Jason lit his cigarette, took a long drag. She watched him exhale the smoke, as next to her, Tim did as well.
“Sorry for…” Jason trailed off, waved his hand, as he took another drag.
“ Sorry ?” Stephanie and Tim both asked, and Jason gave a little grunt, huffing out smoke.
“I… don’t make me say it.”
“You cried. And?” Tim, moving past Stephanie, over to Jason. He took his free hand, rubbed his thumbs up over his knuckles. “Never been fucked so well you cried before?”
Jason barked a laugh, tipping his head back and shaking it. “Never felt so safe that I could just open like that.”
Stephanie felt that tug, in her chest again. Tim glanced over at her, and she knew he was feeling it too. “You’re safe with us,” Stephanie said, stepping closer, so she could be in their space, soak up their warmth. “Jay, seriously.”
He took a drag, studied the way the cherry on his cigarette burnt, before he exhaled, a quiet I know almost lost in the smoke. “Didn’t come here expecting that, though.” He glanced between them, then asked, “Are you two…?”
“Together?” Stephanie again. Jason nodded, and she shrugged a shoulder. “Eh, we don’t really have a label . We did that already. Tim here is just a slut and-”
“Oh fuck right on off,” Tim said, letting go of Jason’s hand to reach for Stephanie. Instead of shoving her playfully, he pulled her closer, kissed her cheek. “We’re whatever we feel like being,” he admitted, turning his attention back to Jason. “No rules, no strings. But if you ask me if I love Stephanie, the answer is of fucking course . Always have.”
“Always will,” Stephanie added, sliding her arm around Tim’s waist. Jason thought on it for a moment, nodded, and Stephanie saw there was something in his eyes-
Something he wanted to ask , and wasn’t.
She squeezed Tim’s waist, and he took the hint. He reached out, took Jason’s dying cigarette from his lips and tossed it away. “Listen,” Tim said, his voice dropping a little, “I… I’ve had this thing for you for a while. And thank fuck Stephanie has no filter , because I never would’ve had the guts to ask you here. And maybe it’s being forward and dumb, and maybe I’m reading into things-”
“You’re rambling, Timbo.” Jason, locking his eyes with Tim. Tim swallowed.
“Yeah. You make me nervous , and that happens.”
“And no one makes Tim nervous,” Stephanie pointed out.
Tim huffed, rolled his eyes, glanced at her- before turning his attention back to Jason. “I’m just trying to… look, do you want to stay the night?” Tim reached up, rubbed the back of his neck, needed to fidget . “We can order dinner and maybe just… exist a little together. The three of us. And if you don’t want anything more to happen, it doesn’t have to. I just…” Tim inhaled, slowly, “I don’t want you to leave yet.”
Jason stared at him, like there was no way he had heard Tim right, before he glanced at Stephanie. “I want you to stay too,” Stephanie admitted. She smiled softly- and slowly, Jason’s own mouth echoed the smile.
“I guess Red Hood can take a night off,” he admitted, dipping his head down so he was close to their level. “You two need to be careful though- you could make a guy fall in love.”
Stephanie knew Tim’s heart had to have jumped to three hundred beats a minute- he had to be dizzy with just the implication. And honestly, her own pulse had jumped, as well. She leaned in, kissed Jason’s cheek, and asked, “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise sweetheart,” he said, turning to press a kiss to her lips. He tasted like smoke. When he pulled back, he turned to Tim, kissed him softly as well. Tim sighed into it, and Jason mumbled babygirl into his kiss. Tim clutched tighter at Stephanie when Jason did, and Stephanie had a feeling, a gut tangling, heart racing feeling , that they had discovered something far more than they intended to, this evening.