Secrets

It’s been two months and no word from Slade. Robin was beginning to get nervous. Slade’s always working. He could be planning something. Maybe it’s the calm before the storm. Slade will be back with a vengeance, and with new blackmail to ensure Robin can’t escape. Whatever the case, he was going to be prepared. He was training harder, becoming stronger, improving his reflexes, changing his diet.

 Outwardly, he appeared the same to his friends, but internally he was filled with fear. He was afraid not to act and afraid what would happen if he did act. If he did nothing, Slade would force him to do his bidding, but if he didn’t . . . and his friends knew . . . Starfire would hate him. She has every right to. He used her to keep his secret. He didn’t expect her to actually fall in love with him, but now that she has, he doesn’t want to break her heart, and if he should happen to gain some benefits from their relationship status, so be it . . . Robin felt sick at the realization of how callous he sounded. He sounded like a psychopath, so selfish, like. . . Slade. The point remains, his friends could never know, especially not Star.

 It was Tuesday night and Beastboy was throwing a party. He wanted to watch all the “Nightmare” movies back to back. He called it “Kruegerfest,” totally lame, right? So about the third lame movie, while Beastboy was at the edge of his seat and Starfire was asking weird questions that were almost as nonsensical as the content of the bizarre horror films, they began making up excuses to get out of the room. Raven blatantly said she had better things to do, Cyborg said his systems needed maintenance, and Robin said He needed rest.

 In truth, Robin had other things on his mind. He’d finally settled down enough to feel a little . . . devious. He took a look around first, made sure his door was locked and his curtains were drawn shut before he even turned on his computer. He browsed one of his favorite sites, looking through images that interested him. He particularly liked images of men wearing boxers or less, with firm ripped muscles and steely eyes. His eyes gravitated down from their strong jaws to their firm chests, down their abs to the V-line at their hips to their boxers or . . . or less than boxers. He was too embarassed to actually find a site with videos of gay porn, but he liked the images just fine. It was exciting enough just seeing pictures, so exciting in fact that he started groping and massaging the crotch of his pants. He started to undo his pants, exposing his boyish penis to the air in his room made him even more excited. He started massaging the shaft slowly, browsing through a few more photos in the "or less" category by now. He pressed his face into the pillow to muffle his slight mewling and wimpering and moaning noises he made as he drew closer to an orgasm. His body shuddered and he moaned into the pillow as he edjaculated onto the sheets.

 He lay back on the sheets, almost too dazed to notice the ringtone of his Teen Titans communicator. He picked up the phone quickly, thinking it was one of Beastboy's phone pranks. "What, B?" he managed, trying to disguise the breathlessness in his voice.

 "Robin, get over here now. We have important work to do," the cold serious voice of his master commanded before he hung up the phone abruptly.