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It was dark by the time Dick got back to his shared safehouse. First, he went to his day job in the BPD, followed by being out all night and stopping Bludhaven’s crime. To say that he was exhausted would be an understatement. Dick was swaying slightly as he worked to unlock the door.
By the time he properly aligned the key into the lock, his lover had just gone ahead and opened the door. Slade stood there in Dick’s safehouse, wearing nothing but boxers, clearly back from patrol himself based on how sweaty he was.
Slade sighed, saying, “You look like hell, birdie.”
Dick slumps into the room, “Touche. I’m heading to bed.”
Before Dick can head to the bedroom, Slade grabs a hold of his wrist loosely. “We need to shower. You know how bad it is to sleep while covered in sweat and grime?”
Dick groaned, “I’m so tired, Slade. I can get up in a few hours and do it.”
Slade shook his head, sighing again, “You’re going to crash and sleep the rest of the night. Nothing is going to be able to wake you up. Plus, you reek like the city streets. You’re going to ruin the bedsheets. We’re going to shower now, and you’re going to let me wash you down.”
Dick whined, but he let Slade pull him towards the bathroom. The bathroom lights were so bright, Dick had to squint as his eyes adjusted. Slade turned on the water in the tub-shower combo, testing it with his fingers for warmth. As it started to get warmer, Slade removed his underwear and tossed it in the bathroom hamper. Then he moved to undress Dick, removing his costume with practiced ease, then his under armor, then his undergarments, before tossing everything into the hamper.
Slade checked the water temperature again before opening the glass door. Dick sleepily rubbed his eyes as Slade brought him into the shower. Warmth rushed over his skin, enveloping him in a veil of gentle heat. Slade began to pump the shampoo onto his hands, lathering it between his hands before turning Dick around so that his back was facing him. Slade began rubbing the grime and sweat off of Dick’s skin, causing Dick to melt into the touches. Dick was incredibly touch starved, so Slade’s hands all over his skin was heavenly.
Slade chuckled, “This is all it takes to get you to melt, eh? Should’ve been showering with you much more often.”
Dick blinked slowly, saying, “You just feel nice. And you wash me just right…not too hard, not too soft. Just…perfect.”
Slade hummed as he continued to work on cleaning Dick’s skin. He made sure to wash every part of Dick’s body, including the more delicate areas like his armpits, stomach, groin, and butt. The water below them cascaded off their bodies, washing a day’s worth of overwork along with it. Dick leaned against Slade as he worked on him, feeling cleaner than he had in a long time.
Slade was about to turn off the water and let Dick out, but he noticed something. While under the warm water, being cared for and scrubbed, Dick had started to become erect. It was normal, a typical psychological response to being touched for a prolonged period of time. However, Slade knew that Dick would simply go to bed and not deal with his erection, which might lead to him humping Slade’s leg sometime during the night, which had happened before - Slade wanted to deal with it now.
Slade whispered in Dick’s ear, “Hands against the wall. Legs shoulder width apart.”
Dick lazily stood up properly, yawning before stepping forward. He leaned and arched forward as he pressed his hands against the tiled wall. Dick mumbled, “What are you doing?”
Slade bent down and spread Dick’s legs apart, saying, “You got stiff. I’m handling it before you fall asleep and hump me all night.”
Dick was about to roll his eyes and complain until Slade stroked his cock, which was already quite hard. Dick whined as Slade stroked him in just the right way, getting him more erect. Dick already felt good, but he looked over his shoulder at Slade, confused when he felt more fingers press against his hole.
Dick asked, “You’re going to finger me…? Slade…I don’t have the stamina to fuck tonight…”
Slade chuckled, saying, “I’m not going to fuck you, kid. I’m going to play with your prostate.” Dick moaned louder and leaned closer to the tiled wall when Slade’s fingers breached him after teasing his hole briefly. Two fingers slid inside of him easily, as Dick was loose from their multiple rounds of sex over the past few days. All the while, Slade’s other hand stroked the tip of Dick’s hardening cock.
Slade started with thrusting the fingers in and out, allowing Dick’s muscles to relax at the sensation of having fingers inside of him. His body stopped tensing, letting Slade know that he could proceed. Slade curled his fingers slowly, methodically, moving inside of Dick’s body in search of his prostate. Dick whimpered at the pressure inside him and the gentle pressure on his cock. It was almost blissfully perfect-
-until Slade finally found his prostate. Strong shocks of pleasure filled Dick’s body, causing him to moan and claw at the wet tiles. Slade chuckled and continued curling his fingers, pressing deliberately on Dick’s sweet spot to make him moan harder.
Dick gasped, “Close…!”
Slade curled his fingers harder and deeper, saying, “Then cum for me, Grayson. Let it out.” Dick’s toes curled as he clawed at the tiles harder, cumming into Slade’s hand. Slade quickly rinsed Dick’s cum off of his hand before standing and supporting Dick’s weight again. After a minute more, Slade shut off the water. He toweled them both down before helping Dick towards the bed.
Dick didn’t bother putting clothes on as he flopped onto the bed like a pancake. Slade moved his limbs so that he was laying on his side, then lay down beside him. Dick was snoring in no time, completely asleep.
Slade stayed awake just a bit longer to watch Dick’s sleeping face. Then he pulled the blankets over both of them and fell asleep as well.