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Ever More Reckless by MerelyMine (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake (Nightwing/RobinIII... sorta)
Length: 7, 800
Author on LJ:
merelyfic
Author Website: None found
This is identity porn of the best kind. It's full of meta and hot as hell. It also has gorgeous symbolism as the approaching dawn sheds further light on Dick and Tim's relationship. I can't claim to be impartial to this story, as I had the pleasure of beta'ing it, however it's immediately become one of my favorite short-form Dick/Tim stories. There are little moments giving insight into their relationships which reward a re-read, comingled nicely with just sheer hot sex to bliss out on.
Ever More Reckless
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake (Nightwing/RobinIII... sorta)
Length: 7, 800
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author Website: None found
This is identity porn of the best kind. It's full of meta and hot as hell. It also has gorgeous symbolism as the approaching dawn sheds further light on Dick and Tim's relationship. I can't claim to be impartial to this story, as I had the pleasure of beta'ing it, however it's immediately become one of my favorite short-form Dick/Tim stories. There are little moments giving insight into their relationships which reward a re-read, comingled nicely with just sheer hot sex to bliss out on.
Tim looks at Dick sometimes and can’t see anything but Bruce.
It starts with small things, like the set of his mouth and the pitch of his voice and builds up, slow as mountains, until it starts to set Tim’s teeth on edge. Dick doesn’t smile as much now.
It’s just so wrong. Tim can’t really think of anything he wouldn’t do to fix it, up to and including any number of things that would probably make him die of embarrassment or, possibly, force him to be more honest with Dick than he’s ever allowed himself.
That’s certainly why he’s standing here now, in his room barely lit by the first searching fingers of dawn, looking at his own reflection in the mirror above the dresser.
“You don’t have to do this,” Dick says.
Ever More Reckless