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“I thought your whole thing was not letting kids have drugs,” Dick says.
Jason shoots him the look that deserves. “Feel free to leave, asshole,” he says. “It’s not like I’m giving him smack.”
“Who are you calling a kid,” Tim mutters, but they both ignore him.
During a case last week, Tim had let slip that he’d never tried weed before. After taking the piss for ten minutes, Jason had invited Tim to one of his grungier safehouses to smoke. Dick has invited himself along, ‘to supervise’, though given the way he’s eyeing the joint in Jason’s hand, Tim assumes he’ll be doing more than that. Jason hasn’t tried to shoot him yet, so they can only assume he doesn’t mind.
Jason lights the joint and takes a drag before passing it to Tim. Tim doesn’t have much of a gag reflex and has inhaled more than his fair share of smoke, but both Dick and Jason are watching him closely, and Jason at least is probably hoping he’ll make a fool of himself.
He takes an - admittedly rather conservative - inhale. It burns, but not enough to make him choke. He grimaces, and passes it to Dick.
“Tastes great,” he says. Jason grins.
“Aw, you don’t like it?” he says. “Should’a gotten you edibles instead.”
Tim bristles at the tone, but honestly, he would have preferred that. Dick inhales far more deeply than Tim had and holds it for a long moment.
“That is pretty good,” he admits. “Congrats on peddling the good shit.”
Tim sniggers. Jason flips them both the bird. “So glad you approve. I’ll be sure to let the old man know next time he goes off on one.”
Tim sniggers harder, and Dick smacks him upside the head. “Can you make sure not to piss him off for another week then?” he says brightly. “We’ve got a fight scheduled next Thursday, so any time after that should be fine.”
Jason snorts, and passes the joint to Tim. “Joint op?” he asks.
“Parent’s evening,” Tim tells him, gleefully malicious. “Never ends well.”
He takes a decidedly less conservative drag this time and laughs again, though this is less of a snicker and more of a giggle. “Oh,” he says, a little surprised. “I think that one went to my head.”
Dick grins. “Already?” he says.
“Aw, don’t be mean, Dickie,” Jason says with a kind of amusement Tim doesn’t like. “He’s so small, of course he can’t take much.”
Tim scowls fiercely. Dick gives the exact same coo he gave Damian’s newest kitten last week when it tried to fight a sock. “You’re such an asshole.”
Tim is not short. Tim is of perfectly average height. Unfortunately, no one else in his horrible family is, and so even next to Dick he looks… less tall.
Dick wraps an arm around him and drags him into his side, nuzzling against his head and cooing obnoxiously. “Don’t worry, Timmy, I’m sure you can keep up,” he says. Tim feels the shape of his teeth against his skull as he grins. “Though this is your first time. We won’t be mad if you finish early.”
Jason starts laughing for real this time, quiet and low. “Go fuck yourself,” Tim says agreeably, accepting the joint from Jason again. “Both of you, actually. Go fuck yourselves.”
Dick laughs, plucking the joint from his fingers and taking a drag. “You’re too easy.”
“Hey!” Tim protests. Dick is very warm against his side, and Jason’s legs are sprawled in a way that highlights his massive thighs, even in sweatpants. “Give that back!”
Dick grins, goading, and takes another hit. “You want it?” he asks.
Jason’s the only person who ever believes Tim when he says Dick’s an asshole, despite the fact that Dick is an asshole to most people. Something about his flawless smile and perfect hair, probably.
“Yes I want it back, it’s my turn,” Tim tells him. He makes grabby hands. “Gimme.”
“Open up then,” Dick says, and takes another, longer drag.
Tim blinks at him, confused. Dick takes his chin in his hand - his hands are so big - and gently presses down on his lower lip with his thumb. Tim’s mouth falls open without any input from him, and Dick blows the smoke directly into his mouth.
After a long, dazed moment, Tim inhales. Shotgunning. Right. That is a thing. That is happening.
In the background, Jason laughs.
“Care to share?” Dick asks. He’s still holding Tim’s chin, but he turns to give Jason an oddly sharp smile. His jawline is… very defined.
“Baby bird,” Jason wheezes.
After a moment, Dick starts laughing too. Tim scowls again, but it is pretty funny, so it probably isn’t very convincing.
Jason sits up and leans over him to take the joint from Dick. Fuck, he’s big. He’s like… two of Tim in the shoulders.
He’s starting to feel warm, but he thinks that’s pretty normal while high. Jason takes a second drag, and Tim scowls. “No fair,” he says. “Stop hogging it.”
Jason grins. He’s got a lot of smiles. This one isn’t unfriendly, but it is mean. “I dunno, baby bird. You look pretty gone already. Gotta keep up, don’t we?”
Tim tries to sit up properly, so he can snatch the joint out of Jason’s hands and prove him wrong with his impressive coordination, but Dick has somehow wrangled him into a full-body pin without him noticing. He flails his one free arm ineffectively, before realising what’s happened and switching to target Dick’s wrist.
He goes for the nerves. Unfortunately, pressure points are mostly ineffective on Dick due to a combination of nerve damage and hypermobility, so he just ends up holding Dick’s wrist.
“This is unlawful imprisonment,” he insists. He tries another wriggle, but it’s halfhearted. Even fully sober he can’t reliably escape Dick when they grapple. Curse his extra height. There’s a reason Tim uses a weapon that gives him extra reach.
Dick hums, lazy and content and utterly indifferent to Tim’s struggles. “Sure, baby,” he says. “Gimme.”
He reaches a hand out to Jason, who obligingly passes him the joint. No - that’s definitely a new one. Have they really smoked that much?
His gaze catches on Dick’s long fingers as they pinch the joint between them and raise it to his lips. Dick has nice hands. Dick has a nice everything. Tim’s so lucky, getting to look at him so much.
He blinks, heavy, and slides his focus over to Jason. When he meets Tim’s eye he smiles, still a bit mean, but fond too.
“Having fun, baby bird?” he asks.
Tim nods. “‘S’nice,” he says.
“Good,” Dick says. “You want another hit?”
Tim nods, and opens his mouth. Jason inhales sharply. Dick, carefully and deliberately, takes a long drag before leaning in and lining their mouths up.
Tim’s eyes flutter shut as he inhales. The smoke is less harsh this way. It tastes like Tim imagines the inside of Dick’s mouth does.
“Christ,” he hears Jason mutter through the ringing in his ears. He feels Dick move a little. His whole body feels both very light and very sluggish, like he could just float away if only he could move.
“Isn’t he so cute,” Dick murmurs. His chest rumbles as he speaks. It feels funny, and nice, so Tim giggles a little.
“Not the word I’d use,” Jason mutters.
Tim pouts. “You don’t think I’m cute?” he asks, raising his head so Jason can see the full effect of his expression. “Dick thinks I’m cute.”
Dick starts shaking beneath him, clearly suppressing laughter. “Yeah, Jay, tell Timmy he’s cute.”
Tim turns his face into Dick’s chest so he can feel him laughing, and giggles himself. It’s so good when Dick laughs. Infectious.
“Aw, Timmy, you want to be cute?” Jason says, amused. “Don’t worry, princess, you’re as cute as they come.”
Tim’s neck goes hot at the nickname. It’s not the first time Jason’s called him that, but it’s usually a mocking drawl when he complains about something Jason thinks is stupid. Even then it has an embarrassing effect on him. The amused, condescending, fond way he says it now makes his cock twitch.
“Oh, you made him blush!” Dick exclaims.
Jason laughs, low and mean. “Don’t get shy on us now, baby bird.”
“Who’s shy,” Tim mutters. “Fuck off. It’s my turn.”
Jason raises an eyebrow. “Say please.”
Tim thinks about holding a grudge, but he wants another hit more, and he wants it from Jason’s mouth this time. He twists in place, looking up at Jason as sweetly as he can.
“Please can I have another hit, big brother?” he asks.
Behind him, Dick inhales sharply. His hands on Tim tighten to the point of pain - one on his waist, one on the inside of his thigh. Jason smiles, slow and satisfied.
“Sure you can, princess,” he says. “Open up.”
Tim opens his mouth as Jason takes a long, slow drag. He cups Tim’s face - his hands are so big, bigger than Dick’s even, and rough and warm - and leans in to blow smoke into Tim’s mouth.
It’s blissful. It goes straight to his head and he floats away with it, tipping his head back to fall against the warm solid surface behind him. The hand on his face lingers, running a thumb over his lower lip. Tim hums, a curious little sound, but he doesn’t get an answer.
There’s a hand on his stomach, another between his thighs. His t-shirt is caught around his armpits, pulling against him uncomfortably. He wriggles in protest until someone pulls it free, letting it bunch and settle somewhere around his upper chest.
For a while, he drifts. His brothers’ hands are warm against his skin. He squirms a little when they pinch ticklish spots - the crease of his waist, the backs of his thighs - but mostly they behave, their touches soothing and gentle.
He drags his eyes open when something warm and wet touches his chest. He sees the dark ceiling, forces himself to look down to see the top of Jason’s head at his sternum.
“Jay…?” he manages.
“You alright, baby?” Dick asks against his neck. “You want another hit?”
Tim must have nodded, because he’s being tilted backwards, head almost upside-down in Dick’s lap, and Dick is taking a drag above him. He would photograph so well like this, Tim thinks hazily. The right lighting, and Tim could take a photo that would win awards.
It’s not a surprise when Dick seals their mouths together this time. He breathes out, and Tim breathes in, and Tim goes somewhere else.
He’s not totally unaware. His arms are moved, and then released. He can’t breathe, and then he can. He arches up sharply when something closes around one of his nipples, hot and wet and soft. There’s something in his mouth - fingers, he realises after a moment. He’s sucking on them, drooling.
Something bites on his nipple and he yelps, twisting away from it, and Jason laughs. He doesn’t get anywhere.
He manages to blink his eyes open. Dick is sitting above him. It’s his fingers in Tim’s throat, his hand pinching Tim’s nipple. His eyes are black in this light, pinned on Tim’s lips.
Something stings at his waist and he lets out another yelp. It sounds more like a whimper, a wounded animal sound, and Dick’s fingers twitch in his mouth.
He looks down. Jason’s head is at his waist, tongue laving over the bite he just took out of Tim’s jutting hip.
With great effort, Tim lifts a hand to touch Jason’s hair. It’s thick and a little coarse, longer on the top.
Without any effort, Jason catches his wrist and pins it to the couch. He doesn’t even lift his head to do it. Tim lets out a whine, protesting, and the two of them laugh.
He’s naked, he realises. His clothes are somewhere very far away, and his legs are being held open around Jason’s waist. His muscles are limp and relaxed, and there is no strain in his thighs, though he thinks there ought to be. Jason is so big.
Jason sits up, and Tim can see all of himself. There are mouth-shaped bruises all down his chest, over his nipples and down to his hips. His cock is half-hard against his stomach.
“He is cute,” Jason rumbles, voice rough and low with arousal. He splays a hand over Tim’s stomach and it spans most of him. Tim whines around Dick’s fingers. “Fuck, he’s so small.”
He leans down and licks up Tim’s cock. Tim shouts, the sound garbled, and writhes in place. Jason pins him down with one hand and does it again, then takes the head into his mouth and sucks.
Tim moans, eyes watering. He tries to plead with Dick - for what, he’s not sure - but Dick only looks hungrier.
“Can you fit all of him?” Dick asks.
Jason hums, and Tim shivers. “Course. He’s only little.”
Tim closes his eyes, humiliated. He can’t help but thrash when Jason does in fact swallow down his half-hard cock seemingly without any effort at all.
“C’mon, Timmy, open your eyes,” Dick coaxes. “Jay looks so good like this. Don’t you want to see?”
He does. He really wants to see.
He opens his eyes. Jason’s mouth is red and wet, and his eyes are playful. He drags his tongue up the underside of Tim’s cock slowly, and Tim whines, thrashing, not sure if he’s trying to get away or push deeper. It doesn’t matter - Jason holds him down easily. Tim doesn’t stand a chance.
“You want a taste?” Jason asks.
“I do,” Dick says.
Jason sits forward and kisses Dick, deep and wet and slow. Tim can do nothing but lie there and watch and listen, soft wet sounds and pink flickers of tongue.
“Mm,” Dick sighs, lazy and pleased. “You taste good together.”
Jason laughs. “What’s next, big brother?”
Dick’s fingers spasm in Tim’s throat and he gags, choking on them. Dick laughs, a little breathless.
“You’re such a piece of shit,” he says fondly. “Give him a kiss.”
Jason pauses, and Dick nods. Jason produces the joint from somewhere, but he leans in to kiss Tim instead of lighting it. Tim’s lips part easily, muscles still slack from the last hit he took.
Jason kisses… thoroughly. He coaxes his mouth open, sliding his tongue against Tim’s, before retreating to focus on his lips. Tim lies there, dazed and slick, taking what he’s given.
He thinks if he were even slightly less high he would have come from the kiss alone, but as it is the simmering arousal in his brain isn’t translating and he’s still only half-hard.
Jason pulls back. Dick holds out the now lit joint, and Jason closes his lips around it and inhales. He opens Tim’s mouth with his big, gentle hands, and leans in to kiss the smoke into his lungs.
Tim’s eyes fall closed, and he must lose more time, because when he comes back he’s being fingered open.
He whimpers. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but it’s so much. He forces his eyes open and it’s Dick between his legs, Jason holding his thighs up and out of the way so they can both see everything.
“He’s too small,” Dick says, reverent and hungry. “Look at him, Jay, he can barely take two.”
“We could work him up to it,” Jason says. His voice is rough. His eyes are fixed between Tim’s legs with an intensity that’s a little frightening. “Could take our time. A few days, even.”
Dick shudders. “Yeah,” he says, hoarse. “Yeah, we could do that.”
They don’t say anything else for a while, just watching as Dick fingers him with a slow patience. Jason sucks a line of bruises up one of his thighs, and Tim lies there and tries to remember how to move.
He’s completely helpless. Dick works a third finger into him, and leans up to kiss him. He tastes like marijuana, and he kisses like everything Tim’s ever wanted.
“You’re so sweet,” Dick murmurs. “So good for us.”
“Dick,” Tim manages. His tongue is thick.
“I’m here, Timmy,” Dick coos. “You feel so good. Does it feel nice?”
“Big,” Tim rasps. Dick laughs.
“No, baby, you’re just small,” he says. Tim feels a shudder of warm humiliation sweep through him.
He can feel Jason smiling against his thigh, and he knows it’s an unkind one. “Pretty little thing,” he says.
Tim shudders again, weakly shaking his head.
“No?” Dick asks, amused. “I don’t know, baby. Seems right to me.”
Jason puts his hands on Tim’s waist. There are maybe two inches between the tips of his thumbs. “You’re tiny, princess.”
Tim cries out as Jason squeezes. They could do anything at all to him right now and he can barely speak to tell them no, let alone fight them off. He’s pathetic. Pathetic and helpless and useless and used. He’s never felt so violated. He’s never felt so good.
He starts to cry.
“Fuck,” he hears Dick say, and then there are hands scrabbling at his waist, his thighs, lifting his hips and spreading his legs and Dick is sliding into him, and it aches and it burns and Dick is leaning over him, eyes fixed on his teary face.
“You’re nasty, Dickie,” Jason says.
Dick bends down and Tim expects a kiss, but instead Dick licks at the corner of his eye, the tears that are falling away into his hair. “He’s just so pretty.”
Tim feels his eyes roll back in his head, and when he comes back to himself Dick is going faster, sweat on his brow and hunger in his eyes. The ache is gone now, or perhaps it’s diffused, filling his whole body with a kind of buzzing beneath his skin, like he’s one giant bruise and every time Dick fucks into him he’s pressing down on it.
Dick would like that, he thinks hazily. Giving him bruises and then making them worse. Or maybe it’s Tim who would like that, letting them smack him around and then doubling down on it later.
He moans, loud and jagged, when he feels Dick come inside of him. It’s such a strange feeling. He’s never let anyone do that before.
“-minute to enjoy the afterglow,” Dick says crossly.
“You should have thought of that when you wanted to go first,” Jason says. “Move before I move you.”
Tim whines as Dick pulls out of him. He feels so wet. So empty. He weakly clenches the muscles in his ass, but it doesn’t help at all.
“Think we can flip him over?” he hears Jason ask.
Dick laughs, somewhere far away. “Sure. Gently.”
And then the entire world is roiling, like he’s been dosed with venom and thrown off a roof, and he tries his best to curl up and protect his belly but there are hands everywhere, on his shoulders and hips and thighs and stomach, and then he’s lying face-down on Dick’s chest, panting like he’s been shot.
“Poor baby,” Dick says, stroking his hair, but he sounds amused. “This what you wanted?”
“Yeah,” Jason says. “This is good.”
And then he pushes in, and Tim whites out.
He wakes up in Jason’s lap, sprawled out and sweating. He’s on his knees, slumped back against Jason’s chest, and Jason’s hands are huge and hot on his hips, moving him up and down like he’s - god, it’s like he’s jacking off using Tim’s body. He can barely lift his head. He doesn’t know where his arms are.
He manages to roll his neck enough to see Dick, sat on the edge of the coffee table and watching them intently.
“Hiya, Timmy,” he says softly. “You doing okay?”
Tim moans weakly. There’s no way he’s up to words right now.
Jason's hands are digging bruises into Tim’s hips. Tim is nothing more than a ragdoll, lying limply against Jason’s chest as he’s used.
And used is the only word for it - Jason isn’t making any effort to get him off, is just bouncing him up and down like he’s weightless, like it’s effortless, and Tim may not be huge but he’s not light, he’s got enough muscle that the strength it would take to throw him around like this -
He whines, low in his throat.
Jason bites down savagely on Tim’s shoulder as he comes. Tim wails, trying to twist away, but he can’t. He can only lie there, trapped in Jason’s hold.
“You’re so vicious, Jay,” Dick says, soft and amused.
Jason grumbles into Tim’s shoulder, but he doesn’t argue.
Tim’s entire body is a buzzing mess of sensations, every inch of his skin clamouring for attention, but all of it falls away when Jason lifts him up off his cock. He can’t bite back the moan that’s torn from his throat.
He’s so wet. He’s so open. He can’t think about anything but the slick filthy mess between his thighs, the aching dripping hole at his core. He’s so sore. He’s so empty. He wants something back inside him more than he’s ever wanted anything.
He gets a hand between his thighs and presses, weak and uncoordinated. He’s almost surprised to feel his cock there - it seems so insignificant right now. Secondary, though the pressure is nice. He’s more focused on the curl of his fingers, the tips of which are pressed against his hole. There’s no resistance.
“Aw, you want something, Timmy?” Dick asks. He’s come closer. “You want to come?”
Jason nudges his thighs open. Two of his fingers sink into the first knuckle and he sighs, tipping his head back with pleasure. If the angle was better, maybe if his fingers were a bit thicker, he could fall asleep like this.
“Oh,” Dick says.
“Christ,” Jason says.
Neither of them say anything else for a moment. Tim wriggles a little, trying to relieve some of the strain in his shoulder.
“You wanna?” Jason asks.
“Yes,” Dick says.
Tim whines as he’s picked up and his hand is dislodged, but then Jason is sitting him in Dick’s lap and Dick’s cock is sliding in, in, into him, and he’s full again, full and slick and aching.
He lets out a low, quiet sound that’s more of a hum than a moan, and goes limp. Dick doesn’t try to fuck him, just holds him in place. Tim lolls back against him. His cock aches, but it’s distant. Unimportant. He doesn’t want to be in his body for long enough to come.
There’s a hand on his face. A thumb swipes over his lower lip and his mouth parts, and he weakly gets his eyes to open to see Jason looking intently at him.
“Should use his mouth next time,” he says. “Should’a done it this time.”
Dick laughs against Tim’s neck. “Mm. We’ll have to be a bit more careful if we want to do that.”
Dick begins to rock into him, slow and gentle enough that Tim is barely disturbed. Tim doesn’t care. He’s comfortable, though he thinks he probably shouldn’t be.
He can hear Jason’s smile. “True,” he says. “Be worth it though.”
Tim passes out before he hears Dick’s reply.