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A ski trip sounded, on paper, like fun brother bonding. The past couple of months had been rough, getting called in as backup on multiple Arkham escapes, two different gang wars, and the threat of an alien invasion (they’ve got a tentative peace for the moment, but the situation could go south quickly). When Bruce suggested the trip, Dick and Tim jumped – Jason shrugged like he didn’t care – though Damian had refused. He hates the cold.
For a couple days, the three brothers enjoyed their time, hitting the slopes, hanging out in a swanky cabin Bruce had bought years ago. Even nonchalant Jason was getting into it. It was like old times. It had been years ago, before his death, that Dick taught Jason how to ski when Bruce let them go on a very similar trip. Jason had been a goofy kid, all flushed, gappy smiles and scraped knees.
Dick never had that kind of relationship with Tim. He was fifteen they met, when he became Robin. He can see the way he sometimes lingers back when the three of them hang out, like he feels like he’s an interloper on something he’s not meant to be included in. Dick does his best to draw him in, to make him welcome, but the reservation remains. Watching Dick and Jason hold hands on the couch, share soft kisses in quiet moments, and retreat to the same bedroom each night probably doesn’t help with his feeling of being a third wheel.
Dick and Jason's relationship is technically an open secret. They don’t exactly hide it, but they don’t talk about it. Especially not around Bruce. If he knows – he's Batman, of course he knows if everyone else knows – he never mentions it. Tim’s been in the loop longer than just about anyone, though.
The Avengers movie Jason had put on ends. It’s late, though Dick doesn’t look at the clock to see the exact time. The wind howls fiercely. Out of the corner of his eye, Dick sees Tim yawn on the other side of the couch, his head propped up on his hand. “Tried, baby bird?” he teases, removing himself from Jason’s arm slung over his shoulder and reaching for the remote on the coffee table.
Tim shrugs, rubbing his eyes. “I guess.”
Jason stands, stretching in the way that makes his shirt ride up enough to get a peek of the muscle below. “Well, we should probably get to bed. We’ve got that glacier tour tomorrow.”
Dick can feel Tim’s eyes on them when he stands and threads his fingers through Jason’s. When he glances over, Tim’s looking at his phone with an unreadable expression. “Night, Timmy.”
“Night.”
Dick and Jason pad away to their room, leaving Tim alone on the couch. They are quiet as they brush their teeth in their en suite. On his side of the bed, Jason smoothly pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor, and slides under the covers. Dick crawls in next to him. He’s warm.
“I think Tim’s jealous,” he sighs, throwing an arm over Jason’s middle and settling in close. Instinctively, Jason’s arm goes around him, calloused fingers skimming down his back.
“Jealous,” Jason snorts. “Of what?”
“Us.” Jason flashes him a skeptical look. “I’m serious, Jay. Ever since that thing with Bernard didn’t work out… I dunno.”
“Well, what are we supposed to do about it?” Dick doesn’t have an answer. Jason sighs and rolls over, his body blanketing Dick’s. “Timmy’s a big boy, he can figure his own shit out. He doesn’t need his brothers meddling in his life.”
“I know, I know.”
Jason dips his head and slots his lips over Dick’s. His eyelids flutter as the tip of Jason’s tongue flicks over his lower lip. With a sigh, he lets Jason deepen the kiss. Jason ruts against him while he explores his mouth, the friction of their clothed erections rubbing making Dick gasp. When Jason breaks the kiss, both of them flushed and breathless, he reaches for the side table.
“Fuck,” Jason growls, staring at the window. Not out the window. Because there’s no out to see. Just a dense wall of snow. Of course, they’d heard the wind all through the night, howling and furious. They hadn’t expected to get so completely snowed in.
“I guess we’re going to miss that glacier tour,” Tim says blandly.
Dick shakes his head. Figures they can’t even take a simple vacation without something going tits-up. When he checks his phone, there is, unsurprisingly, no service. He sighs. “I’ll get a hold of B with the satellite comm.
When he returns twenty minutes later, Jason and Tim are sulking on the couch. “Well, good news and bad news,” he sighs, plopping down between them. “Good news is that B’s gonna send the Batwing to come and get us.”
“What’s the bad news?” Tim asks.
“Well… he’s using it right now. Something about a bad turn with the alien negotiations. I don’t know, he and Clark are working on it. He said it might be a day or two before he can spare it.”
“So we’re just stuck here?” Jason huffs.
He shrugs. “There are worse places to be stuck. This place is stocked for an apocalypse. We’ll be fine.”
Around midday, the power goes out. The cabin’s backup generators are state-of-the-art WayneTech, and they keep the essentials running, but Dick isn’t sure how long they’ve got the juice to go for. The temperature drops, the backup running the heat not doing a good job keeping up with the cold. Jason hauls firewood up from the basement and Dick gets a fire going in the fireplace. This means they mostly hole up in the living room as the other rooms get chilly.
“It’s just like camping now,” he says lightly, using the fire to roast hot dogs for the three of them. The others are still sullen, and Dick’s just trying his best to keep their spirits up. Someone has to. How miserable would it be if they all spent the whole day wallowing?
All the while, Dick doesn’t miss the sad puppy eyes Tim shoots at them when he and Jason steal a kiss or press together against the chill, when he thinks neither of them are paying enough attention to him to notice. It’s kind of sad, really.
In the evening, they push the living room furniture to the edges of the room and drag their mattresses out of the bedrooms. In front of the crackling fire, piled with blankets, they set up a cozy little camp for the night. Tim sets his up a ways away from Dick and Jason’s, and Dick frowns as he watches their younger brother spreading out blankets.
“Why don’t you push yours over next to ours, Timmy,” he suggests, ignoring the look he can feel Jason giving him over his shoulder. “We’ll all be warmer that way.”
There’s a tense hesitation before Tim nods and starts dragging his mattress up next to theirs. Jason squeezes his hand, and when Dick glances over at him, he’s giving him a familiar what are you doing look. Dick brushes him off and starts readjusting the blankets to accommodate Tim.
“You can have the middle, baby bird,” Dick decides.
“Dick-” Jason starts to protest, exasperated.
“He doesn’t have a spleen, little wing.”
It’s a stupid argument. They all know it. Yeah, his health could take a bad turn if he gets sick, but being a little chilly for the night isn’t going to put his life in danger. Still, something in Dick’s expression makes Jason roll his eyes and relent. “Ugh, fine.” Dick flashes him a smile, leans over and rewards him with a quick kiss.
“Um. Thanks,” Tim mumbles, settling on the middle of their joined mattresses and crawling under the pile of blankets. Dick lays on one side. Jason, not looking happy about the arrangement, takes the other.
In the low light of the fire, Jason pulls out a book and starts reading, one arm under his head. Dick dozes, but doesn’t quite fall asleep. Tim is the first one to conk out fully, soft snores mingling with the crackle of the flames. “Wanna tell me what all this was about, Dickie?”
Dick blinks, looking over Tim’s head toward Jason, eyebrow arched while he waits for an answer. “I dunno,” he sighs, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at their brother. His hair is in his eyes, and his lips are parted slightly. “I just didn’t want him to feel left out.”
“So you punish me by banishing me all the way across the bed?” he accuses with mock injury.
“Stop being dramatic, Jaybird,” Dick scoffs. “I think you can survive one night without pawing at me like a horny teen.” Jason smirks. “Not like we were gonna do anything with Tim in the bed anyway.”
A low laugh shakes Jason’s chest. “You never know,” he teases. “Timmy’s a little freak. Maybe he’s into that.”
“Oh, you think so?” Dick laughs.
Jason wiggles his eyebrows. “Don’t look so disgusted at the thought, there, Dickie.”
“Fuck off.”
Setting his book aside, Jason turns and matches Dick’s pose, propped up on an elbow looking over Tim’s head. “One brother not enough for you?” he teases. “You going for some kinda pervert record?”
“Don’t be gross, Jay,” Dick scolds, but it’s light. He’s about to bite back some response about it being Jason who made a move first when they’re both distracted by a little sound escaping Tim’s lips. It’s a soft noise, something like a whimper. Or a moan. Even in his sleep, Tim’s cheeks are flushed. His lips make a cute little O and another soft sound slips free.
“Holy shit,” Jason mutters, fighting back a laugh. “Do you think he’s having a wet dream?” Tim rolls over in his sleep, pressing his face against Dick’s chest and sighing. One of his legs splays over Dick’s and-
“Oh my god,” Dick snorts, a hand coming up to clamp over his mouth before he wakes Tim. “Jay.”
A mischievous gleam in his eye, Jason lifts the blankets and peers underneath. “Oh my god,” he parrots, looking about ready to die laughing. “He’s humping you!”
“Shh, shh,” Dick scolds, “you’re gonna wake him.”
“And you say I paw you like a horny teen.”
“Who do you think he’s dreaming about?” Dick wonders, unable to help himself from running his fingers through Tim’s hair. The touch is rewarded with another little moan.
“Wanna wake him up and find out?”
“Jay.” Jason grins. “That’s so…”
“I swear to God, if you say inappropriate. Dick, he’s rubbing one out against your leg.”
“He’s asleep.”
Jason snorts. “We could show him a better time awake.”
“Don’t joke about that,” Dick says, frowning, still carding his fingers through Tim’s hair.
“Who says I’m joking?” A beat of silence stretches between them, an entire conversation held in their eyes alone. “Wake him up.”
Swallowing hard, Dick looks back down at Tim. Eyes darting rapidly, still canting his hips against Dick’s thigh and gasping. Dick puts a hand on his shoulder, giving him a light shake. “Hey, Timmy,” he says softly close to his ear. “Wake up, baby bird.”
Tim’s eyes flutter open, but it takes his body a moment to realize it’s crossed from sleeping to awake. His hips stutter. His eyes go wide and he reels back like an electric current passed between them, only to roll back against Jason’s chest. “Wha-?”
“Having a good dream, Timmy?” Jason teases.
His cheeks burn impossibly brighter and he covers his face with his hands. “Oh my God.” A lot of that sentiment going around lately. “Oh my God, Dick. I am so-”
“Shh, it’s alright, baby bird. You were asleep. No harm done.”
Jason settles a hand on Tim’s hip and leans down to murmur in his ear. “Who were you dreaming of?” Tim’s body goes rigid. “You can tell us. We won’t judge.”
“N-no one.” Lie. “Look, let’s just… forget this ever happened. I’ll go sleep over-”
“Timmy,” Dick says softly, urging him to pull his hands away from his face and look at him. He won’t meet Dick’s eyes. “It’s okay. It was kinda… cute.”
“It was kinda hot,” Jason corrects.
“I won’t pry,” he continues, ignoring Jason’s comment, “I won’t push. But I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at us lately, baby bird. If you want something… let us give it to you.”
Tim finally meets his eyes, timid. He bites his lip. Winces. Like he was trying to see if he was really awake. Adorable. “I can’t…”
“You can, Timmy,” Jason says. “You just have to tell us.”
He glances between them, looking torn. “It’s just… since we got here, I’ve been seeing you. And hearing you-”
“Told you you were being too loud, Dickie,” Jason huffs.
Dick rolls his eyes. “Have we been making you feel left out, baby bird?” he coos, running his fingers through Tim’s hair again. “I’m sorry. This trip is supposed to be fun for you, too.”
Jason presses himself closer to Tim, until their brother’s back is flat against Jason’s chest. “Let us make it up to you.” Slowly, like he’s afraid this is some trick, like he’s afraid to grab it or it will pop like a fragile soap bubble, Tim nods.
Smiling, Dick leans down and claims his lips. Tim gasps in response, and Dick’s tongue flicks inside his pliant mouth, swallowing down Tim’s sweet little noises. He’s vaguely aware of Jason’s hands sliding up under Tim’s shirt and smoothing up and down his flank. Without breaking their kiss, Dick snakes his hand under Tim, grabbing him around the middle, and rolls onto his back with his brother on top of him.
Tim’s hands reflexively move to bracket Dick’s head, legs parting to straddle his hips. When he settles his weight, Tim groans, feeling Dick’s bulge press against him. Dick slips his hands down the back of Tim’s boxers and cups his ass, squeezing and kneading, urging him to cant against him. They both groan at the sweet friction. Jason stands and disappears for a moment.
“My turn,” he growls when he returns, sitting alongside the two of them. Dick recognizes the possessive tone in his voice. The kiss is abruptly broken, Tim hissing as Jason takes a handful of of his hair and yanks his head up. Dick is content to watch their lips lock, Tim still grinding against him. Their kiss is rough, Jason giving no quarter.
Tim pants when Jason finally lets him up for air. He’s bright red and starry-eyed. Lips swollen and shiny with spit. “Doing okay, baby bird?” he asks softly, digging his fingertips into the flesh of Tim’s rear.
“Yeah…”
Dick smiles. “Can I take these off? I wanna taste you.” Tim’s eyes dart down to Dick, looking star-struck. He nods eagerly. Dick starts tugging at his waistband until pajama pants and boxers slide down his muscular thighs. Between the three of them, they wrangle Tim out of his pants. Smiling softly, Dick reaches up between his legs and swipes his thumb over the little pink bud that crowns his cunt. Tim shudders, biting his lip. Jason help Tim out of his shirt while Dick plays with him, leaving their brother entirely bare above him.
Settling flat on his back, Dick guides Tim to move up his body until his brother’s thighs press on either side of Dick’s head. Tim looks down at him like he just hung the moon, not like he’s doing something so simple as preparing to eat his pussy. With a firm grip on the back of Tim’s thighs, Dick drags him down and digs in with his tongue.
It’s been a while since Dick has been with anyone but Jason. But based on the sounds Tim rewards him with, he hasn’t lost his touch since his last girlfriend. He works Tim slowly, fervently. Tip of his tongue swirling around his clit before gliding down between his folds and teasing at his dripping hole, then back up to restart the process. Tim moans, one hand coming down to fist in Dick’s hair. A babble of pleas and curses spill from his lips.
Dick blinks up when he hears Jason stirring around them, eyes opening to the sight of his brother standing over them, fisting himself to full hardness. A hand settles on the top of Tim’s head, and Jason guides his cock to his lips. Dick watches from below as Tim’s head bobs. His own neglected cock aches. He focuses on the task at hand.
He can feel Tim’s muscles go rigid, thighs clenching down around Dick’s head, a shudder wracking through him as reaches his climax. Dick works him through it diligently, until Tim squirms away, coming off of Jason’s cock with a gasp. His chest heaves as he flops down on the mattress next to Dick, eye’s half-lidded and glassy. Dick chuckles, pushing himself up and running a hand over his bare chest. Jason settles back on the other side, burying his face in the crook of Tim’s neck. He wonders if he’s thinking of marking up his pretty skin, the way he does Dick’s.
“Feeling good, baby bird?” Dick asks, idly thumbing over one of Tim’s pert nipples. Tim nods blearily.
“Think he could take both of us at the same time, Dickie?” Jason murmurs against his neck. He’s made a mess already, wet trails of hot kisses tracked up and down his creamy skin, red splotches where he nips and sucks lightly.
Dick hums. “I bet he could, if he wants to.” He pinches down on the dusty little bud, loving the way Tim’s back arches. “If we get him nice and warmed up. Stretch him open real good.”
“Does that sound good, Timmy?” Jason presses, moving down to suck a mark against his collar bone. One that can be covered up easy. Tim nods, licking his lips again.
“You just have to decide who you want in your pussy,” Dick says, letting his hand sink down to Tim’s oversensitive clit again, “and who you want in your ass.” Fingers press further, circling his tight pucker.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Mm,” he hums, dipping his head, “think about it for a while then.” He sucks Tim’s nipple into his mouth and presses a finger into his pussy. Tim gasps. A second hand, Jason’s, brushes Dick’s, sliding a thick finger in alongside his. They finger Tim together, unhurried while Tim writhes under them. Two fingers double to four. Then they’re stretching Tim wide around six, stroking and massaging his tight inner walls.
Jason’s fingers slip out, leaving Tim to clamp down around the three of Dick’s that remain inside him. He hears the familiar click of the bottle of lube being opened, then Jason’s hand is back brushing against his. His fingers track lower this time, though. Dick comes off Tim’s nipple with a little pop and he sits up in time to watch one of Jason’s fingers sink into Tim’s ass.
Tim groans, his pussy spasming around the fingers still pumping in and out of him. Jason stretches him with soft efficiency. A skill he’s perfected with Dick. One, then two, then three, scissoring and crooking inside him to preparing him for one of their cocks. They finger him in tandem. Dick can’t help but draw Jason’s head toward him with a gentle grip in his hair, kissing him deeply while they work.
When Tim shudders through a second orgasm with nothing but their fingers inside him, Dick and Jason pull out. Tim is limp and pliant between them. His thighs quake. “Mm, two before we even fuck him properly,” Dick teases, laying back down beside him and peppering his neck with soft kisses. “I never realized how sensitive you were, baby bird.”
Jason joins them, winding arms around Tim’s middle and nibbling his ear lobe. “Alright, Timmy, did you make up your mind yet? Who gets your cunt and who gets your ass?”
It takes a moment for Tim’s voice to cooperate. “Dick… in my c-cunt. If that’s okay…”
Dick grins against his skin. “That’s perfect, baby bird,” he assures him. Gently, he turns Tim until he’s chest-to chest with Dick. Jason takes one of his legs, hooking his arm under Tim’s knee and hiking it up to their chests. Dick slides his pants and boxers down, shimmying out of them and tossing them aside. He’s hard and leaking, aching from ignoring his own pleasure in favor of spoiling Tim. Behind Tim, Jason just shoves his boxers down enough to free his length.
Jason coats his cock in lube. “Spread yourself open for me, Timmy,” he breathes in their brother’s ear. Tim’s hand, shaking, grabs his cheek and parts himself to give Jason better access. Jason guides his cock to his stretched hole. On their sides, it takes some maneuvering, but he manages to press through his tight pucker and slowly sink in to the hilt.
With Jason situated, Dick brings his own cock to Tim’s dripping pussy. Tim moans, low and drawn-out, when he slides in with ease, eyelids fluttering. He can feel the tight press of Jason’s cock through Tim’s walls.
They give Tim a moment to adjust to being stuffed so full before they cant their hips. The position means they can’t take him hard and deep, but they set a tender rhythm rutting into him in tandem. “Fuck,” Tim babbles, his head resting against Dick’s chest. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Dick… Jay… fuck.” His little stream of babble grows incoherent the longer they go, voice quivering.
Jason spills first with a punched-out groan, his hips stuttering then falling still. He stays inside, but Dick is able to lean further forward and drive that little bit deeper into Tim. Jason’s hand snakes between Tim’s legs and he toys with his clit while Dick fucks him. Tim cums a third time with a cry. His walls tighten so sweetly around Dick, and he’s helpless to follow quickly after.
The three pant together in the quiet, bathed in the warmth of the firelight. Skin sticky with sweat, bodies pliant and heavy. Eventually, Jason pulls out, then Dick, drawing overstimulated hisses from Tim. Dick hums while he gets Tim cleaned up with a rag from the kitchen and presses a bottle of water to his lips. Tim drinks it down greedily.
Three sets of limbs tangle together in the afterglow.
“Better than your wet dream, Timmy?” Jason teases, running a calloused thumb softly over Tim’s knuckles.
“Mm-hmm.”
“You never did tell us who you were dreaming about,” Dick notes.
He doesn’t think Tim would have said it, even after what just happened, if he weren’t so exhausted and fucked out. His voice has a floaty dreaminess to it. “You,” he sighs. His eyes are closed, like he’s already half-way to slipping away again. “Both of you.”
Jason grins at him over Tim’s head. “Told you he was a little freak like that,” he whispers.
“Lucky us.”
Sleep takes Dick next. When he wakes up, the fire burned down to embers, he’s still tangled under the blankets with his brothers, both snoring softly. Dick smiles. It’s another day before Bruce is able to spare the Batwing, but they find ways to keep themselves entertained in the meantime.