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The Porn-Off

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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"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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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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.

Thomas kept going until he was all the way inside Robin, pressing him against the wall as he started to move, not being particularly gentle about it, his hand slipping around to Robin's cock, keeping his touches light and teasing for now, trying to drive Robin crazy, and not just because that gave the Hunger more to feed on.

Robin made a keening sound into his sleeve and continued to push back against Thomas' cock, simultaneously trying to push toward those light touches. "Fuck. Thomas."

"I am," Thomas answered playfully, his fingers curling around Robin's cock more firmly as he began stroking in time with the thrusts of his hips, groaning against his neck. "You know...slumming is kind of fun, sometimes," he panted, laughing breathlessly.

Robin groaned. "Fuck that feels good. I'm almost okay with the fact that the gorgeous captain left us in the lurch."

"His loss," Thomas growled, nipping at Robin's skin, keeping him pinned against the wall with his body as he moved faster, making the sex a little hard, a little rough, to match the setting and the mood.

Robin closed his eyes, feeling himself getting close as Thomas slammed him against the bathroom stall.

He heard a moan. It wasn't his, and it wasn't Thomas'.

"Fuck, baby, you hear that? I think we got someone else excited."

"I have that effect on people," Thomas pointed out, chuckling breathlessly as he kept moving without faltering.

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