Someday Never Comes

Pairing: Dick/Tim
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I pretend to own any recognizable characters within this work of fiction. They are the sole property of DC and I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun.

“You’ve gotten taller,” is the first thing he says. Tim hasn’t heard from him in almost a year, and yet at the sound of his voice, all the anger and hurt disappointingly dissipates. He’d spent the better part of six months building up a bitter grudge toward Dick. It’d been more difficult to create than his initial transformation into Robin. And then, achingly difficult to harbor properly.

He’d practiced. Planned strategies of just how he’d handle their next meeting. He would be angry and violent, he would be calm and impassive, he would coolly tell Dick he’d not been missed one bit and turn his back and disappear into the shadows.

He’d never actually once – in all the hours of strategizing and calibrating – even remotely entertained the idea of his current reaction.

Dick inhales deeply through his nose and pulls him closer.

Tim can’t help but moan. It’s been far too long, and Dick is an insufferable jerk for leaving him out, for turning down his help, for telling him to forget him, for God’s sake! But Tim still can’t help but feel the way he does. The way he always has.

Giddy and wild. Capable of anything. Alive.

Dick doesn’t have to say ‘I’ve missed you’. The way he clings says enough. He doesn’t have to say, ‘I’m so happy to see you.’ The trail of his lips against Tim’s throat is clear. He doesn’t have to say, ‘Look at you’, because he is looking. Looking with wandering fingertips spreading and tracking all over Tim’s chest.

Tim doesn’t have to say, ‘I hate you for leaving me’. The way he moans echoes. He doesn’t have to say, ‘How could you have not told me?’ The push of his body against Dick’s instills. He doesn’t have to say, ‘Don’t do that again’. His grip is unrelenting.

Tim wishes he could say something…anything but the repetitive chant of Dick’s name. He wishes he could find the anger inside that he’s been carefully harboring. He wishes many, many things. But mostly, he wishes Dick won’t stop.

His back finds the wall and all it does is entice him to spread his legs and grip Dick low. Dick presses close, a knee finding it’s way through, thigh pushing against Tim in a way that makes him want to cry and scream at the same time.

Dick’s changed somehow. He can feel it inside, but isn’t quite sure he can pin point it at this exact moment. Not when Dick is so near. And especially not when Dick is doing that.

His mouth is open, panting – more with want than exertion. Dick isn’t any better off. They really have spent too long missing one another.

Tim arches, pushing against Dick until he groans and leans in with all his weight. The comfort of being crushed is all too welcome, and Tim’s feet climb up the brick, settling him low over Dick, who bows ever closer.

“Tim,” he sighs, and Tim’s hips give an insistent jerk of their own violation. “Oh Tim….” His voice is quiet, too quiet to be heard by anyone whose ear isn’t pressed close. There’s some satisfaction in knowing that Bruce will have to strain and adjust the feed only to hear Tim’s name.

He’s biting his bottom lip long before he’d planned. Being this close to Dick so soon after so long is more than he can take. Dick holds him close and strains against him, back arching, throat tight as he finds release. Tim nips at it, and wraps both arms about Dick’s neck like a lovesick teenager – which if he takes the time to consider, he is.

There’s a moment or two of harsh breathing. Which is overtaken by careful trained control. And then they’re staring. Leaning close and stroking.

“I missed you,” Tim says, although he hadn’t planned to.

Dick reaches out and caresses the side of his face. Tim’s neck cranes back, meeting his hand with gentle pressure. He holds close, unsure of how long he’ll have this moment.

“I know.”