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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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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."

[raith_rogue]

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