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Danny floated lazily above Gotham, his head tipped back, arms behind his head. Tim was right to have taken the night off - it was boring right now. No crime below, and certainly no threats from above. Patrolling had never been Danny's thing back in Amity, and it wasn't his thing now. Danger usually found him, not the other way around.
I wonder what Tim is doing?
Once the thought popped into Danny's head, it dug its claws in and refused to let go. The steady thrum of Tim, Tim, Tim, chased him through the night, a constant presence that turned from mild curiosity to a burning need to know what his boyfriend was up to.
Probably not much, was not a helpful realization, because Danny was enthralled by anything Tim did. That man could be doing taxes and Danny would pull up a chair to watch.
Even though he was still in his Phantom attire, even though he was scheduled for patrol, Danny found himself outside of Tim's Nest. It was a secure building, impenetrable from the outside to everyone (except for Danny. Never for Danny), with one particularly exciting feature. The windows.
Large, shiny, floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping around the whole top floor. Danny had a full view into every room (save for the bathrooms, of course), unless Tim had the curtains drawn. He sometimes did draw them, because even though this was one of the tallest buildings in Gotham and nobody without a means to fly could actually see into the Nest, Tim was a paranoid motherfucker to his core.
But not tonight, apparently. Because Danny had a full, unobstructed view of Tim's bedroom. He caught a glimpse of the millennial-gray painted walls and felt his heart fly to his throat.
Tim, Tim, Tim.
Danny stopped just shy of the window, not phasing through inside just yet. Because what he saw from the outside was utterly delicious.
Tim, sprawled out on his bed, his back to the headboard and his legs open wide. He had a hand between his thighs, pumping lazily at a throbbing erection, while the other circled his pert, pink nipple.
He must have been going at it for a while, Danny realized, because the flush over his skin dusted half of his body, and a thin sheen of sweat had his skin glistening in the dim lamplight. Those baby-blue eyes of his were lost in a haze, so deep in pleasure that they'd long since glazed over. Lost to the world.
This is wrong, Danny thought briefly as he peered at his boyfriend from beyond the glass. He hadn't been invited over. He wasn't supposed to see this. Yet it was impossible to look away. The sight of Tim so utterly lost to his own gratification was so thoroughly ingrained in Danny's mind as something they shared together, that the idea of Tim like this on his own didn't feel forbidden at all.
If anything, Tim's blissed-out state belonged to Danny. He was the one who made Tim feel good enough that his brilliant, overworked brain finally turned off. He was the one with the deft, skilled hands to reduce his hero to a whimpering puddle. And yet he found Tim all by himself, head tipped back and trembling as he brought his pleasure higher and higher.
Danny thought it was impossibly hot, yet the longer he watched, the closer Tim got to orgasm, the only thought running through Danny's head was it should be me that makes him cum.
When Tim finished with a cry, a possessive growl built in Danny's throat, his eyes alighting in vicious green. Before he registered his own movements, Danny had phased through the window with his invisibility pulled up (Ancients knew he barely needed it since Tim was so far gone he forgot to pull his own curtains shut).
He approached Tim's sprawled form with reverence, eyes raking over every inch now that he was up close. He noticed the bottle of lube open on the nightstand, splatter of cum on the sheets, the laptop open to some random porn website. The room smelled of fancy cologne and sex, and the scent went straight to Danny's dick.
Danny dropped his invisibility and let his weight settle in Tim’s lap, inches from the mess he had just made. “What do you think you’re doing?” Danny growled.
“Jesus Christ-!” Tim yelped, his beautifully flushed face darkening further. He would’ve leapt 3 feet in the air if Danny’s thighs hadn’t been holding him firmly to the mattress.
“That's not my name,” Danny tilted his head with a cheeky grin.
Tim exhaled, the tension draining from his body as he took in the sight of his boyfriend. “Danny,” he corrected, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Clearly,” he casually reached forwards and lifted up Tim's limp dick as if it were an abandoned and used toy. He relished the shudder of overstimulation that overtook Tim. “You started without me.”
“I wasn’t aware I needed your permission,” Tim cocked an eyebrow, his attempt at a smirk losing all of its bravado beneath flushed and reddened cheeks.
Danny scoffed. “Of course you do. This-“ he grabbed Tim’s dick and gave it a few short strokes. “-is mine.”
Tim whined and knocked his head back against the headboard. “H-how long where you watching?” he said in between gasps.
“Long enough. Didn’t know you liked porn.”
“I-I don't have a very v-vivid imagination.” His panting breaths sped up as Danny worked at him more vigorously. “I like- ah, something to watch.”
"So do I," Danny purred, his eyes drifting from Tim's gorgeous face to his glistening erection, full and raised once more. "And you're a beautiful show."
Tim's already reddened face darkened further and he pushed off from the headboard, straining forwards to capture Danny's lips in his own. He thrust his tongue down Danny's throat in time to the rhythmic strokes from Danny's hand.
A shudder of desire raced down Danny's spine and he moaned into Tim's mouth. He rocked his own erection against Tim's thigh, chasing the building feeling. They came together with twin keens of pleasure, mouths clashing all tongue and teeth before breaking apart for deep gasps for air.
"Wait for you next time," Tim echoed back deliriously. "Got it…"