for Jackie

[goodfellow]

The restaurant itself was hard enough to get into, though Robin could manage it. The hidden casino practically required an act of God, and Robin had finally managed that as well. What money couldn't get you, a little charm could usually get the rest of the way - and if there was anything left, then there was always the con. Robin was well acquainted with all three of those things.

His three-piece suit was impeccable, monochromatic in black and white tailoring, wing-tip shoes, and a fedora, the only splash of color the red silk handkerchief that was perfect for flashes of distraction.

Robin had been around since before gambling was invented, and knew every cheat that had been invented after. Counting cards was pedestrian, aces up sleeves lacked finesse. Though having been at the casino a few times now, he had managed both without the least suspicion, and brought home a substantial winnings. Considering this, he probably should have been more cautious, since the big winners have the most eyes on them, but a puck was nothing without his arrogance.

Also without his scotch, which he was drinking like it was water while he stood at the craps table.

His technique was flawless. The loaded die was a thing of beauty, and so was his slight of hand. Well, almost flawless - the flash of something between his fingers was only due to the alcohol, he'd say later. But not even the dealer noticed.

And neither did Robin notice the cameras aimed right above him.

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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck, it hurt. It hurt, and it was amazing. Robin grunted in time with the first few of Jackie's thrusts, and then groaned shamelessly, pushing back against him. His fingers curled into the smooth surface of the desk, and he was sorely tempted to slide one hand down to start jerking himself off, but he held off for now.

[darknesswielder.livejournal.com]

It wasn't often that Jackie could be this rough. Dick could handle it but Jackie had to be mindful of leaving bruises for the boyscout to find. Jaime was resilient too, but was new to this whole sex thing.

Whoever this guy was, he wasn't new and he handled it like a champ. This had some interesting possibilities. Possibilities that would have to wait because Jackie simply wanted to get down to the business of fucking. "Let me hear you, Mr. Fellows. I don't want to think I'm boring you back here."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Earn it," Robin gasped out, though despite the breathlessness there was a rough, growling edge to his voice.

[darknesswielder.livejournal.com]

Jackie barked out a laugh. He grabbed Robin's collar and pulled upward, dragging the man to almost-standing and cooed in his ear. "You don't have to enjoy it, you know. I'll simply take what I want."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"So take," growled Robin, and rolled his hips as he pushed back against him again. "But if you want a reaction you'll take in a way that gets one."

[darknesswielder.livejournal.com]

Leaning in, Jackie bit down on the shell of Robin's ear. Not hard, just enough to sting before he pulled back and shoved the other man back to the desk.

He didn't have legendary stamina, all the shame for that. But he had enough, especially when adrenaline started to pump into his system, just from the challenge in Robin's words.

One hand held Robin down again, firmly pushing between his shoulders, the other pulled Robin's hips away from the desk so he could reach around to stroke him. While Jackie slammed into Robin's body, his hand stroked slow and even over the shaft, just enough stimulation to make his presence felt.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

That was enough to get a reaction. Robin groaned loudly, and rasped out, "Fuck yes." He could feel pleasure immediately coiling up inside him. It wouldn't be long for him either.