*Dick Grayson and Roy Harper are properties of DC Comics*
“Water ride after this?” Dick Grayson said as he leaned back on the rail and slurped the last of his soda through a straw. All around them, the Gotham Boardwalk crowds moved like slow syrup in the mid-summer heat. Sounds from arcade games and amusement parks rides downed out individual voices, rendering them into a soft wall of sound.
Roy Harper watched his best bud’s lips work on that straw. It amazed Roy how completely unaware Dick was of how hot he looked. Handsome as a young god, sleek, fit, and looking so casual about it. The black shirt clung to his chiseled torso just the way his black jeans followed every contour of that remarkable ass.
He even has on black sneakers, Roy thought. You can take the boy out of the cave...
He watched those cornflower-blue eyes partially shielded from the sun by raven-black bangs. Dick missed nothing. The boardwalk was thronged with tourists, but he bet Dick had already picked out two pickpockets already.
He walked over and leaned against the railing as well, cutting his eyes to the crowd, then back at Dick. Dick hadn’t shaved this morning, and the soft dusting of stubble on his mouth made Roy’s pants tight.
They were in shade, and there was a large cooler between them and the rest of the crowd. Wouldn’t be a better time. He leaned in and Dick leaned away.
“Maybe.... Roy, what the hell?”
“Shut up,” Roy said and took Dick’s chin between thumb and finger, stroked it, teased it, then leaned in to kiss the young Prince of Gotham.
Dick didn’t resist him. Roy knew he wouldn’t, not really. Dickie-boy liked to play the straight young stud, but he’d seen Dick check him out in the Titans shower room too often to believe that. Good to have confirmation, though. Dick’s lips were silk and that soft scruff against his skin only made Roy shiver. Dick opened his mouth slightly, and Roy slipped him his tongue.
As he kissed Dick, Roy moved until he stood in front of him, bending him back against the steel rail. He pressed his khakis against Dick’s jeans, was rewarded by the feel of that rigid Batcock pressing back against him.
He put his hand to the back of Dick’s head, and felt Dick do that same. They kissed, long, slow, and deep until at last, Roy had to come up for air. He gently bit Dick’s lower lip as he pulled away.
“You want me to cuff you to this railing, hot stuff?” Roy muttered.
“Are you nuts? There’s a million people....”
“All of them blinded by the sun and the water. Not looking here.”
Dick hesitated and Roy grinned. He reached in Dick’s pants to find the utility belt, and pulled out a set of expanding handcuffs; he quickly cuffed Dick’s hands behind his back, anchored by the steel rail.
“I have to say, knowing you have on your Robin costume under those clothes is... really hot,” Roy said.
Dick didn’t resist as he handcuffed one wrist, then pushed Dick’s arms back. The... he could not find the words for a moment. His best buddy’s willing submission kicked his horniness into overdrive. His cock was so hard it almost hurt.
“Oh, Roy, Don’t,” Dick breathed, with a slight smile on his face, as the cuffs clicked into place and Dick gave a token jerk on them. Secure. Tight. Just like he liked.
“Got you, Boy Wonder,” Roy muttered and saw his best friend’s eyes widen, the soft ring of his mouth open. He smiled back. He knew Dick loved this, and he slipped his hand down against the black denim, squeezed, felt the hard cock respond.
“Roy, listen..”
“Shut up, Robin; time for some fun, pretty bird...” Roy said in a low, dangerous voice, the one he used on crooks he wanted to question. He saw Dick flash him a smile before looking cowed. Dick loved this game as much as he did.
Roy undid Dick’s shirt, popping open each button with slow, deliberate movements until he could push it back from those muscles. He teased Dick’s nipples, then kissed him again. He undid his own shirt. They were neck-and-neck in the ‘fit young stud’ category, each of them sculpted to physical perfection, Dick darker than Roy’s ginger paleness.
He kissed Dick’s neck, sliding his hands over Dick’s smooth chest, embracing his helpless bestie, his kiss becoming rougher, more forceful, hand on the back of Dick’s head, pressing his lips to Dick’s until they almost bruised.
Fuck, he was going to cum.
He undid his pants, and slid his rock-hard cock against those wonderful abs, grunted, and spattered Dick Grayson’s abs with his jizz. He finished, his cock slick against Dick’s skin, then stepped back. He took his cock in hand, stroked himself, and then painted Dick’s chest with four more thick ropes of cum.
The last hit the caped crimefighter in the mouth.
“Holy jumping jizz, Roy!” Dick exclaimed. “I didn’t want to go on the water ride until after lunch, Boy Bowman.”
Dick chuckled as he licked Roy’s jizz from his lips. Savored the thick salty load. He had tasted his own, yeah, plenty of times when he’s accidentally cum in his face but nothing like this.
Roy shook off his cock then slid it back into the mess of cum dribbling down Dick’s muscled body. The sight of him play-struggling in those cuffs. Fuck.
“Sorry, dude, couldn’t... keep it in,” he muttered.
“’s ok, hot shot,” Dick breathed.
Roy found some napkins to wipe down Dick, then scooped up a handful of ice chips from the cooler and smeared them over Dick’s chest.
“YI!” Dick yelped and tried to twist away, but the cuff prevented that. He had to endure it, and he did, as Roy added a second and third handful until ice-cold water trickled down his bare chest, washing away the last of Roy’s spunk. Dick shivered, his nipples hard enough to cut glass.
Roy bent, took one dark nipple in his mouth, sucked and licked and finally bit it until Dick quietly gasped in need.
Roy pulled back and looked at Dick’s thoroughly soaked body; his chest gleamed with water, and both his shirt and jeans were wet.
“Roy, come on...” Dick groaned. Roy knew that tone. He’d heard Dick play with himself before. He wasn’t the heavy sleeper he claimed to be, and he knew his buddy was close.
Roy stepped forward and slid his hand over the dripping bulge in Dick’s jeans. “This want you’re talking about, Boy Wonder?”
“You...” Dick grunted, twisting against the handcuffs.
Roy unsnapped the stud at top, then unzipped Dick’s jeans until his – no surprise, there – his skintight green silk Robin panties were revealed. He stroked the cold, dripping material, tracing the outline of Dick Grayson’s erection until Dick made a soft grunting needy sound, then pulled the length out into the air. It bobbed up, hard, eager, the large tip wet with precum.
“Ugghhh!” Dick grunted as Roy’s fingers glided over his heated length.
Roy stroked that sleek Batcock, slightly curved, perfect as the rest of him, with a large flaring glans that begged to be stroked and sucked.
He stepped closer and took Dick’s length in hand, his fingers gently wrapping it, stroking it, up and down, slowly. His grip was strong and firm and he rolled Dick’s hard cock in his hand as he played with his buddy.
The crowd, oblivious to the Prince of Gotham getting jacked off ten feet from them, yammered and surged onwards.
“You wanna cum, caped crusader?” Roy muttered and Dick only set his jaw tighter. He jacked faster, then his thumb stroked over Dick’s velvet-slick glans and that wrung a muted cry of need from the other young man.
“Wanna...cum...” Dick grunted.
“I know you do, baby, but good things cum to those who wait,” Roy teased as he slowed his stroking.
“Damn it, Roy...”
“Shhh, shhh,” Roy whispered, then knelt. He raised up Dick’s cock and slipped his lips over it. The sweet musk and sweat and faint taste of soap made him shiver. A pearly drop of precum rolled over his lips, sweet and salty at once. The soft cry of pure need it wrung from Dick was worth it, though.
Roy closed his eyes and bobbed on the young man’s penis, letting the large crown slip away and pop from his lips before he took it again, stroking it with his tongue.
Not long, now.
He felt the tense just before Dick blew his load and let the boy’s cock slide down his throat. He held the sleek young Batcock in his mouth as it pulsed rope after rope of cum down his throat, then pulled back so the last little bit wet his face and lips. He stood and quickly kissed Dick, who apparently loved the taste of his own spunk. They kissed like that until he felt his own cock stroke against Dick’s. He kept that up and soon they both came again, slicking Dick’s body once more.
He wanted to turn Dick around, tear those panties off, sheath himself in that sweet little bat-pussy, but... nah. He’d joked around enough. Tonight, after patrol, though? When Robin was still in these painted-on green speedos? Yeah.
He stood back and looked at the wet, disheveled 19-year-old heart-breakingly handsome boy chained to the steel railing, panting in the aftermath of his second orgasm and smiled as Dick raised his eye.
He wiped his mouth. “You ready for that water ride now, baby?” he said.
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