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The Boy Bowman and the Boy Planner are back in town to get down to business. 

Coming to Star City is their first stop. Going undercover in the most popular nightclub to get the dirty details on how the new version of vertigo is being sold is what needs to be done. Dancing all night while they’re pretending to be the spoiled heirs of the Queen and Wayne empires is their planned strategy.

However, it may be that Dick and Roy are too good at acting.

''Babe!'' Roy screams loud for Dick to hear him. They’re dancing in the middle of the dance floor, and the music is earsplitting. ''I need a drink!'' He winks. Roy doesn’t drink, smoke or anything that reminds him of his past addiction to heroin. He’s clean now and he wouldn’t take for granted this opportunity for a second chance at life. Sometimes it feels like he actually died of an overdose and now he’s in the afterlife, sharing a perfect life with the man of his dreams, Dick Grayson, and their daughter Lian, living between Blüdhaven and Star City, and solving crimes together.

Dick gets the hint and smiles softly. His gentle smile could light up this whole town. That smile that still makes Roy blush. 

Through the crowd, they make their way to the bar. Dick opens the way for them, charming everyone on his path, and Roy stays behind, protecting his boyfriend’s famous bum. His voluptuous ass and his pretty face have made quite the reputation for Richie Grayson.

The bartender’s eyes sparkle with lust the moment he recognizes Dick. ''What can I get you, handsome?'' He flirts, looking at Roy straight into his eyes. The audacity of this loser. But Dick doesn’t let his filthy tone get under his skin. He keeps on playing his himbo act. ''Uh, a frozen virgin strawberry margarita, please?'' Dick says in a high-pitched voice, giving the bartender his one-million-dollar smile. “And a glass of water for my boyfriend.''

''That one would be me,'' Roy says abruptly, leaning onto Dick’s back and resting his chin on Dick’s crown. “His boyfriend.” The bartender bites his tongue and says nothing. Smart idiot. The Queens have lost some territory, but they’re still owners of half of Star City.

Dick waits a few seconds after the bartender is out of hearing range to whisper, ''Chill out, Boy Bowman,'' in his authentic voice, more serious, more controlled. 

''I would... If your fanboys would stop trying me,'' Roy’s voice is husky in Dick’s ears, making him shiver. When Roy gets jealous, Dick sees stars. His attractive beauty is timeless. That’s an unquestionable fact, but it doesn’t hurt to feel so wanted by his boyfriend.

''Is it that bad?'' Dick teases, but the bartender comes back and hands them the drinks before Roy can say that there’s no way to relax when someone is flirting with the love of your life. And it’s nearly impossible to find the right words to speak. These feelings that he can’t make sense of when he can’t even believe that he and Dick are together. After so many fights and breakups, they have found rare stability. They truly made it.

''Come here,'' Dick says, taking his hand, leading him outside at the back of the club. The bleak alley is empty, except for one car that Dick uses as a stand for his mocktail.

''You are too tense,'' Dick says seductively, taking the glass of water from his hands. Roy shivers. It’s quite obvious Dick isn’t here to talk, and Roy would have pushed Dick against the wall, kissing the breath out of him if Dick didn’t have such a powerful effect on him. Roy feels like a teenager again. Paralyzed, mumbling stupid incoherent things and with a hard boner in his pants.

And Dick is still the same mischievous boy that he used to be. His angelic face smirking like the Devil, offering Roy the prohibited fruit that his body is, knowing damn well that no one deserves to touch him. He’s too much. Too gorgeous. Too magnetic. Too good to be true.

''Being tense in an undercover mission could get us caught, Roy,'' Dick explains firm like the team leader he is, but his lips are red and wet, and honestly, Roy can’t think of anything else but Dick blowing him.

‘''Who cares?'' Roy snorts. ''Trust me. No one is paying attention to me.''

''I am,'' Dick says sharply, his intense gaze daring Roy to contradict him.

Roy exhales heavily and Dick corners him against the wall. ''Maybe you need a hand?'' The palm of his hand is on Roy’s crotch already. ''Or my mouth?'' The teaser smirks.

''Here?'' Roy raises his eyebrow tentative of Dick’s reaction. It may be nothing new for Roy to get blow jobs in dirty alleys, but Dick has always been more level-headed than him.

''Here,'' Dick whispers on top of his lips and kisses him with wanton need. His hands undo Roy’s pants a little sloppily. Dick is an eager mess to get on his knees for Roy, but he’s nervous. And Roy can’t say he doesn’t like that. Making Dick tremble is his favorite thing to do, taking him apart, messing with his self-control, having Dick beg for Roy’s touch.

''Okay, baby,'' Roy says sweetly, but his hand grabbing Dick’s hair is everything but sweet, forcing Dick down to his knees. ''If you want it this badly...'' Roy smirks playfully, holding his erection with his other hand. ''Suck it, baby.'' His cock is shamelessly hard, pushing past Dick’s wet lips.

Dick takes his entire cock in the first try. Turns out their daily practice is paying well. Dick’s really getting better at relaxing his jaw and letting Roy’s cock fill his greedy mouth. Dick gasps softly, choking himself on the head of Roy’s cock as it brushes the back of his throat. Roy moans. Dick’s mouth feels so soft and wet around him.

''You feel so good,'' Roy praises him because nothing makes Dick blush more than getting praised. ''So good for me,'' Roy pets his head and Dick looks back at him as if he’s one and only source of praise. It drives Roy crazy to see Dick this vulnerable. ''Baby,'' he says softly and grabs his head by the hair, ''let me help you.''

Dick holds onto Roy’s hips and lets him use his mouth, fucking him erratically as his hands and hips move unsynchronized. It’s what Dick was looking for, seeing Roy losing his mind and use his mouth shamelessly, without regarding Dick as the precious upstanding leader Roy thinks he is.

''Fuck, baby, your mouth-'' Roy’s orgasm cuts him off. His hands move Dick’s head faster in and out of his wet cavity, edging himself until he’s coming on Dick’s face.

Roy rests his head on the wall behind him, panting as his hold on Dick’s head lets go. ''Damn, I’m sorry,'' Roy apologizes, but Dick can tell he truly isn’t. He’s only sorry that they’re in their bedroom where Roy can indulge in marking Dick with his come as many times as he wants.

Dick mumbles that it’s fine as he slowly stands up. The problem is not the come on his fine. He likes when Roy marks him. But his knees might get back at him later.

''Hey,'' Roy kisses him, tasting himself on Dick’s mouth, and licking the come on his lips. His hand touching his neglected cock through the cloth feels huge, and Dick eagerly cants his lips to the rhythm of his hand. Roy kisses deeply, claiming his mouth as his hands unzip his tight jeans, and grab Dick’s cock, his fingers playing with his head and balls. But Dick is too far to wait, all he needs is Roy pressing his closed hand around his cock and he’s coming, panting heavily on the crook of Roy’s neck, wetting him with his spit and the come on his face.

Dick doesn’t move until Roy snorts, ''We’re disgusting,'' he says and Dick laughs, ''Yes, we are.''

Under the dark lights of the nightclub, the come on Dick’s face goes unnoticed. Vertigo, though, he gets spotted by them right away.

Roy follows Vertigo outside the club, and Dick takes a quick moment to clean himself in the bathroom. Perfectly planned, the Boy Planner catches his boyfriend just right before he gets on the motorcycle.

''Ready, Boy Planner?'' Roy speaks excitedly as he adjusts his helmet.

''Ready when you’re, Boy Bowman.''