Fic: Morning After. Tim/Bernard. NC-17.
Title: Morning After
Author: shananagin
Claim: Supporting Characters
Characters/Pairing: Bernard/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1300
Prompt: 13. Enhanced Touch
Summary: Tim wakes up in bed with Bernard and no memory of how he got there.
Author's Notes: Written for coldfiredragon's Cliche Ficathon. This was aravistarkheena's request. This should not have been this depressing, and yet somehow...



The first thing to hit Tim was a pounding headache.

The next thing he noticed was that he was not in his bed. Tim had trained himself to recognize when the bed he was in was not his own without opening his eyes. It was useful for when he woke up kidnapped. Helped him get his bearings without letting his kidnappers know he was awake.

If only he could remember what had happened the night before. But his head was a painful, throbbing blank.

After a few more moments, Tim realized that there was no way he could have as many limbs as were in the bed. It was physically impossible.

Which meant that there was another person in the bed.

Had he gotten drunk? It didn't seem likely.

Finally, Tim cracked open his eyes.

He was tangled up in Bernard. Both of them were very naked.

That had to be Bernard's penis next to his hip.

Shit.

Tim really, really wished he could –



"Robin, watch out!" Nightwing shouted. Poison Ivy laughed as Robin got a face full of pollen.

"Run," Batman growled, and Tim had run. He'd collapsed in an alley –



No. He remembered that, but he wouldn't – where were his clothes?

Maybe he could slip out without Bernard noticing. When he saw Bernard next he could deny anything had happened.

He kept getting flashes of memory, but nothing he could hold on to. Nothing that would explain anything.



Tim jerked off desperately in an alley.



But how had he gotten here?

Tim moved slowly and carefully, trying not to wake –

No good.

Bernard opened his eyes and smiled sleepily up at Tim. "Hi," he said.

Tim froze like a deer caught in headlights. "Bernard," he said, his voice rasping. "Did I – what happened?"

Bernard blinked at him, then struggled up to a sitting position. "You don't remember?"



"Tim," Bernard said, sounding surprised. He ran a finger down one of the scars on Tim's back. "These scars…there are so many…"

Tim stilled.

"Wh – what are they all from?"

Tim growled and tackled Bernard again. "If you're nosy," he whispered, "I'll have to punish you."



"Not really," Tim said. "Little bits keep coming back but…geeze, did I hurt you? Did I – "

"I'm fine," Bernard said. "Were you drinking or something?"

"I think I was drugged," Tim said. "Poison Ivy was fighting Batman and Robin while I was walking home."

"Ah," Bernard said. "That explains it."



"We need lube," Tim muttered.

Bernard stilled. "Lube?"

Tim nuzzled Bernard's neck. "I don't want it to hurt you."

"Don't you think we're moving a little fast?"



"Oh, shit," Tim said. "I didn't – I…I took advantage of you, didn't I?"

"Yes, I didn't mind, though," Bernard said. "It was…rather nice, actually."

"God, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm really, really – "

"It's okay."



Bernard stood up, walked to the window and opened it. "Ever heard of a door, Drake?"

Tim just grinned and took in the sight of Bernard wearing boxers and nothing else.

He'd have to lose the boxers.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Bernard asked.

Tim lunged through the window and grabbed Bernard. He pressed his hips forward into Bernard's leg.

Bernard's eyes widened. "Tim – "

"Shh," Tim said, then he kissed Bernard hungrily.

Bernard's eyes were wide open with shock. They closed quickly when Tim moved away from Bernard's mouth to kiss his jaw and neck.

"Tim," he gasped. "Stop. There's something – I know you, Drake, you wouldn't – you're clearly drunk or something – there's no way – "

"Shut up," Tim growled, and he twisted one of Bernard's nipples.

Bernard moaned. "Well, I tried," he muttered. "Jesus, Timothy."



"I should have had more control," Tim said. "Why – couldn't you tell something was wrong?"

"I did. I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen."

"Oh my god, I raped you."

"No," Bernard said. "I was willing. I only tried to stop you because I knew you'd regret it in the morning."



"Tim! Oh god, slow down, slow down," Bernard whimpered.

Tim didn't want to. He wanted to go so fast and so hard that Bernard forgot his own name. He wanted to pound his cock into Bernard's ass.

He wanted to be balls deep in Bernard's ass, and he wanted it now. He didn't think he could wait.



"I wanted it," Bernard repeated.

"You actually wanted me," Tim whispered, hating himself.

"I wasn't really planning on telling you," Bernard said. "I never thought you'd like me back, but…"

"That makes it worse," Tim said.

"Worse than if you'd raped me?"

"I might as well have," Tim said. "I…I didn't come here because it was you. I remember that much. I needed sex. If you'd said no…you couldn't have stopped me."

"It doesn't matter," Bernard said. "We can forget it ever happened. If you want. But don't you dare think for a moment it was rape. If anything, it was me taking advantage of you."

"I'm so sorry, Bernard. I wish I could take it back."

"Stop apologizing," Bernard said, his voice quiet and broken. "I get it, you didn't want me. Still don't."

"Bernard – "

"You should go."

"I just – "

"Please," Bernard said, and his voice still had that broken quality and Tim sort of wanted to kiss him, make him stop sounding sad. Make it better.

But it wouldn't help.

Tim got dressed as quickly as he could, not talking, trying not to look at Bernard.



"That was amazing," Bernard murmured, curling into Tim as the aftershocks of his orgasm wore off.

Tim smiled and pulled Bernard closer. "Yeah," he said. "It really was."

He could feel the effects of the pollen wearing off, and he knew he should get up, get out, but he was so comfortable. Bernard fit next to him perfectly, and he barely had the energy to pull off the condom before he was falling asleep to the scent of Bernard's hair.



Tim paused at the window.

"Well, good bye," he said.

"Bye," Bernard whispered.



On Monday, Tim found Bernard at lunch.

"Hi," he said.

Bernard froze. He was wearing a shirt with a high collar, but Tim could still see the top of a hickey on his neck. "I don't want to talk to you right now," he said.

"Wait, Bernard, please."

"What?" Bernard snapped. "Got dosed with more sex pollen? Want to do it right here and now? Because I have to tell you, I'm not into exhibitionism."

"No, I…I wanted to start over."

"Start over?"

"Bernard, would you go out with me?"

Bernard whipped around. "What?"

"Would you go out with me?"

"On a date?"

"That was the idea, yes," Tim said.

"But I thought – "

"That I didn't want you? Bernard, the reason I was so upset with myself is that I did want you. I still feel awful. I would have wanted our first time to be special. And I would have liked to remember it."

Bernard picked at his nails. "You aren't just doing this because you feel badly?"

"I swear, I'm not. I've liked you for a long time. My big brother's actually made fun of me for it."

"You have a brother?"

"He's actually sort of a cousin, but we're so close we pretty much consider each other brothers."

"Oh," Bernard said. "Well…I guess I could give you a chance."

"That's all I ask for," Tim said. "But I think we should take things slowly."

Bernard gave half a smirk. It wasn't as bright as his smiles usually were, but it was something. "I'm okay with that," he said. "And forget last night ever happened?"

"That sounds like a good plan to me," Tim said. He took Bernard's hand. "We'll be okay?"

Bernard squeezed Tim's hand. "Better than ever," he promised.