The Porn-Off

[goodfellow]

It was Friday night, and Robin had dragged Thomas to a bar because (a) he wanted to get drunk, and (b) he didn't want to be alone and out if he was drunk since bullet-proof vests only got you so far. Robin could take down an entire crowd with a hand behind his back in a bar fight even three sheets to the wind, but it's hard to dodge a sniper if you can't walk a straight line.

"Did I even tell you about the time I fucked the Virgin Queen?" he asked Thomas loudly before curling his hand around a freshly-poured pint.

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[im-torchwood.livejournal.com]

"As much as I love a good floor show..." Jack drawled, then polished off his drink, "...I think I'll leave you boys to your fun."

He reached down and delicately covered Robin's hand, picked it up, and moved it back to the man's own knee.

"Hey, did you ever hear the one about the two guys that walked into a bar, got chatted up, then went to the bathroom and had sex?" he asked as he got to his feet. "Maybe the next time I see you you can fill in the details of that little story."

Jack smiled and saluted them both and then headed back to the bar to settle his tab.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin looked down at his hand, and then out at Jack. He frowned.

"Hey, he's not my boyfriend or anything you know!"

[raith_rogue]

Thomas looked disappointed as Jack walked away, though he smirked faintly as Robin echoed a sentiment he'd considered uttering more than once during the conversation. "Not that it's a bad idea," he murmured, covering Robin's hand with his own and giving him a silvery-eyed glance.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin rose from his chair so quickly that the stool almost fell over.

"Suddenly I really have to take a piss," he announced, and strode off toward the bathroom.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas chuckled and finished his drink, slapping a bill on the counter as he followed after Robin. At least something would come out of all of that teasing.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin waited just inside the door, and then as soon as Thomas stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him into a stall, slamming it closed and locking it behind them.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas groaned and pressed himself against Robin, kissing him hungrily as he grabbed Robin's hips, pushing him against one wall.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin grunted as his back hit the wall and he stumbled back against the toilet awkwardly. He was so turned on he could barely think straight. Hell, he didn't even want to think, he just wanted Thomas to have his way with him.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas was just fine with that plan. He was already undoing Robin's pants, slipping his hand inside to rub at his cock as he kept kissing him.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned and bucked his hips shamelessly. "Do whatever you want to me. Make it a fucking dirty story."

[raith_rogue]

"If only I had something to gag you with," Thomas teased breathlessly, moving his hand away from Robin's cock to shove his pants partway down, then going to work on unfastening his own as he moved his mouth to Robin's neck, sucking and licking at the skin. "Fucking honey," he murmured, smiling against his skin, "is becoming one of my favorite flavors."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin shifted his body a little and damn near stumbled over the toilet. "I love fucking with honey," he sighed. "And there is one thing you could gag me with if you really want to."

[raith_rogue]

"Remind me to try that sometime." Thomas eased back just a little and moved them away from the toilet, closer to the door where there was a little more space. "And I have other plans for my cock, gorgeous," he purred near Robin's ear. He pulled his own pants down a little, leaning against Robin and rubbing his cock against the puck's.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh Jesus fuck," Robin groaned, rolling his hips and cupping one hand at the back of Thomas' neck, fingers curling up into his hair. "Stop planning and start doing."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas dug into his pocket, beneath his keys, and found the small tube of lube there. He popped the cap open and then pulled back a little. "Turn around and I will." He pressed a kiss to the side of Robin's neck, applying some lube to his fingers.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin turned.

He pressed his palms against the stall and sucked in a sharp breath, looking over his shoulder at Thomas with his bright eyes filled with desire.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas had him beat in the bright eyes department, as his gaze was a shiny silver when his eyes met Robin's. He grinned and pressed a finger inside Robin as he leaned against him, his hand moving beneath Robin's shirt to caress his stomach, letting the cold desire he generated dance over Robin's skin.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned. His fingertips curled into the dirty wood door.

And he heard the door to the bathroom open.

The sound of someone walking in, footsteps stopping.

Desire sparked through Robin. Exhibitionism. Danger. He made a soft whimpering sound.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas didn't even hesitate at the sound, his finger sliding deeper, then retreating, again and again, his mouth moving over Robin's neck, tasting his honey skin as he listened to their uninvited guest move around the room.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin's breath came in short little bursts. He heard the footsteps stop, maybe by the door, he couldn't tell. He wondered if the guy was counting feet.

"Fuck me," he hissed between his teeth.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas nipped at Robin's ear in warning, adding a second finger and making no move to speed up his pace. "When I'm good and ready," he murmured back, his words almost more felt than heard.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin made a little whining noise, and pushed shamelessly back against Thomas' fingers. "Fuck me," he repeated, having forgotten entirely about their guest. "Fuck me, fuck me, Thomas."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas didn't know whether to laugh or groan, but Robin begging was more than he could resist, even if he'd wanted to. He didn't.

He pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the head of his cock. "You're so impatient," he teased softly, taking his time pressing into Robin, one hand resting on his hip.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin brought his arm up and stuffed his mouth against his sleeve to muffle his groan. He pushed back. Impatient. God but it was just so dirty, so dirty, and so good.