Wednesday - Love in the Afternoon

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Hello everyone!! I'm johnboy91719 bringing you a brand new theme today.

In honor of Wednesday being sometimes referred to as Hump Day, let's have some love in the afternoon. That's right, folks. Let's see some fics about sex. Events leading up to it, the act itself, or whatever happens afterwards. It can be sweet and innocent or naughty and raunchy. Let your mind take you wherever it wants to go, even if it's found a nice home in the gutter like mine has.

Please remember the following:

* Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.

* No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.

* Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below (last one is for crossovers):

• Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones, quickie in the sickbay
• One Life to Live, Oliver/Kyle, afterglow
• Dollhouse/author's choice, Victor/author's choice, Victor is the dominant one in an engagement

If none of the prompts left today trip your trigger, feel free to take a peek at the Lonely Prompts. Now have fun and prompt away!!

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Dream Come True

[dixid.livejournal.com]

Tim often had dreams of Jason, even before his first Samhain visit. The first dreams had been filled with childish nonsense. He’d spent many slumbering hours of his tween years dreaming of being rescued by Jason during the older boy’s stint as Robin. Luckily, Tim had never needed rescuing, even with the late hours and sketchy neighborhoods he’d track Batman and Robin through night after night.

After Jason’s death the nightmare replaced the dreams. Almost nightly he’d dream of Batman or Nightwing saving Jason from the Joker; then wake up shaking in terror to face the reality of Gotham’s latest loss.

During his first few months of training with Batman he hadn’t once dreamt of Jason. Intensive training has a funny way of making you too tired to dream most nights. When he did dream it was only an extension of the training. His mind would conjure up training and survival scenarios for the scant few hours he tried to sleep. He’d wake up more exhausted than when he’d gone to sleep.

Those dreams changed after his first meeting with Jason during his Samhain visit. He hadn’t met Jason before his death, unlike meeting Dick at the circus, and being introduced to Bruce by his parents at the country club. Tim’s nightly observation of Batman and Robin (not stalking, no matter what Dick said), hadn’t prepared him for Jason’s physicality. Tim had been practicing restraint and stealth from a young age, and while Jason could be sneaky, he was far from restrained. He reminded Tim of a documentary he’d seen on tigers. He was powerful, beautiful, and if provoked, very dangerous.

He’d been terrified that the nightmares would eventually come back. Once he’d learned that Jason had been assigned to be his guardian angel, or spirit guide, he’d demanded that Jason not guard him while he was sleeping. Or showering. Not that he was going to have a nightmare in the shower, but he was a teen boy, he had needs. Even if he was meeting all of needs on his own. Privacy was always good.

The new dreams began almost immediately after meeting Jason. While he was happy to leave the training dreams and usual nightmares behind, he was getting frustrated by the amount of extra laundry required to hide the evidence of his dreams from the housekeeper. For 364 nights a year, with very few exceptions it seemed, he’d have variations of the same dream.

The only night he could count on not having the dreams was Samhain when the entire Batclan stayed up 24 hours to maximize their time with Jason. It had quickly become Tim’s favorite day of the year. He knew the dreams would never become a reality, but for one night he could have Jason’s company. Then, on Jason’s sixth Samhain visit, things had changed and he’d gotten to experience some of things he’d been dreaming about. Before Jason had faded from view, Tim shyly told the older Robin he no longer minded if Jason wanted to watch him sleep. The subsequent kiss had signaled to Tim that Jason thought that was an excellent idea.

Tim had never been comfortable in the spotlight, at least not without the Robin costume, but he found he enjoyed performing for a private audience. Just the thought of Jason watching him touch himself made him hard.

He quickly established a routine that allowed him to indulge his newfound kink. After each school day, prior to his pre-patrol nap, he’d lock himself in him room and turn on some music. After ensuring his privacy, he’d strip and spread out on his bed. At first he’d touched himself the way Jason had touched him. Then feeling adventurous, he’d expanded his performance to include talking to Jason as if he was physically there. Then he’d added a little dirty talking. His experimentation with fingering himself had led to acquiring a few toys to play with. After all, Tim didn’t want his audience of one to get bored.

Now, the sun was setting, signaling the beginning of Jason’s yearly visit. Even though Tim was looking forward to fulfilling more of his fantasies, he now realized that his dreams had expanded beyond just the physical. His ultimate dream-come-true would be having Jason with him year round.

Re: Dream Come True

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Guh. Guh. Oh Timmy. <3 That was wonderful. And you do know this means I want more now, right? <3<3<3

Re: Dream Come True

[dixid.livejournal.com]

I've been working on the next chapter for days. My Jason!Muse doesn't like the cold, I guess. I thought some nakid!Timmy would tempt him to come out and play.

Re: Dream Come True

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Did it work? I hope it worked. If not, I'll get naked Timmy pics to get him to come out. XD