One Real Feeling by scheherezhad
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Who knew underwear could make things so complicated?
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue.
Author's notes: April wanted to be entertained, so I slaved away for two hours on chatporn while we talked on msn. This is set directly after TT 23.
Feedback: Hells yeah. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

"You stole my underwear? You stole my underwear?" Gar said as he came into Bart's room. "Why didn't you just do laun--" Gar paused, remembering the blender story, and he cringed. "Never mind."

"You aren't really mad, are you?" Bart actually looked worried that Gar might be seriously angry.

"Not really. Which ones did you take, anyway?"

Bart dropped his crutches by the bed and tugged his sweats down enough to display the top of a pair of dark red boxer briefs. "I liked the color," he said by way of explanation. "Oh, and I took a black pair."

Gar swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Um. Just keep 'em."

The thing about essentially being part animal was that, with his heightened senses, Gar could usually read more than the conversation he was having aloud. Body language, scent--they were more truthful than even the most honest verbal statement. And right now...Bart's scent was screaming "sex."

The kid probably was waiting for him to get out of the room so he could jerk off and get rid of the lingering tension of battle. Gar was more than familiar with that feeling. The buzz of adrenaline, the way the world seemed sharper and fuzzier at the same time, the base need to get a hand around his dick. He found himself in front of Bart suddenly but couldn't remember crossing the room.

"Um."

"Yeah," Bart breathed.

Then they were on the bed. Gar had Bart underneath him, all warmth and eagerness. Their mouths locked together, and Bart bent his knees, settling Gar more firmly against his groin, cradling him between strong speedster thighs. Gar moaned into his mouth. He could feel how hard Bart was, could imagine how much he must be aching, because this had already been a subjective eternity. Bart's hips started moving, rocking up into Gar, rubbing their dicks together through too many clothes.

He didn't want to stop, but he needed Bart naked now. Gar wrenched away and yanked his own t-shirt off, hoping that Bart would get the message. Panting, Bart pulled his shirt off, as well. Then he reached for Gar's fly, yanked his shorts open. Gar knew that if Bart got anywhere near his dick, he was going to come, so he climbed off of him long enough to get hold of his sweats. He shoved them down to Bart's knees, and Jesus fuck, Bart was leaking precome all over a pair of his underwear, and Gar thought he might have to steal them back after this because that was. So hot.

Gar shoved the underwear down, too, and had enough sense to be gentle in getting the clothing off Bart's right leg. He fingered the edge of the knee brace. Seeing Light do that to Bart had made him so angry. The kid hadn't deserved to be that psychopath's target. He leaned in and kissed the skin above the brace in apology.

"Gar..."

He looked up. Bart was watching him, a sheen of tears in his eyes. Gar held his gaze as he reached down and pushed the rest of his own clothes off. Then he moved back between Bart's legs, stretching out on top of him again, feeling his unnatural heat directly against his own skin. His dick approved enthusiastically, twitching between their bellies.

Bart made a soft noise in the back of his throat, and his hips jerked. He wrapped his legs around Gar's. "I don't think I'm gonna last long," he said.

"Me, either," Gar confided. He tried to get a rhythm going, rubbing himself against Bart, thankful that they were slick enough not to really need lube. No way in hell would he have been able to get up to go find any. "God. I haven't been this worked up since I was sixteen."

He bit at Bart's neck, leaving possessive marks that started fading all too quickly. He turned his attention back to Bart's mouth, sinking into a wet, dirty kiss that did little to muffle the noises Bart was making in time with his thrusts. Gar coaxed Bart's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, and suddenly Bart was moaning and coming and vibrating. The sensation centered in Gar's dick, made his balls draw up and his eyes roll back.

Bart's sharp, musky scent hit him, and that was all he needed. Gar's mouth moved to Bart's neck again, and he bit down hard as he came. Bart whimpered, tilting his head submissively.

Gar managed to unlock his jaw after a few minutes, pulling back and licking the abused patch of skin a little. "Sorry," he murmured.

"Don't apologize. That was...amazing." Bart nuzzled Gar's throat and ran his hands up and down Gar's back, just feeling. "Can I get up for a second? I wanna see this before it goes away," he said, touching the mark on his neck.

"Yeah. Hold on." Gar levered himself up just enough to roll off of Bart and collapse to the mattress.

Bart limped over to the mirror, and he fingered the bruise, smiling. He went back to the bed a few minutes later and curled up against Gar, ignoring the mess they'd made. Gar threw an arm over Bart, who snuggled in happily. They'd have to get up and clean off soon, but Bart deserved some cuddle time after...hell. This had probably been the kid's first time with another person.

"What's wrong?" Bart asked. "You're all tense."

"I can't believe I just...Jesus. I took advantage of you," Gar said, pulling back.

Bart clung to him. "Nonononono. You didn't take advantage of me. I wanted to do it--I've wanted to for a long time. Almost since I joined the Titans."

"Bart."

"I'm serious. You get what it's like to be the dumb kid, the happy little brother of the team. You know how it feels when nobody will take you seriously." He paused and buried his face against Gar's chest. "I think I could fall in love with you," he whispered.

Gar bit his tongue and stroked Bart's hair. Life had just gotten a lot more complicated.