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If I got one thing right, it was you and me
But I go in through the window so nobody sees
Pull me closer please
I don’t even need you to explain
How much longer will you
Keep me on your chain?
Like most of Beast Boy’s misadventures, this one started with a prank. Theoretically speaking, he already knew that his victim would react terribly. But where was the fun in the theoretical?
When it came to pranks, Beast Boy was an “ideas man”. His favourite teammate often said that his brain was a desert devoid of life, but in his opinion, it was an oasis of practical jokes. What Beast Boy might have lacked in textbook intelligence, he more than made up with panache and a wild imagination. Unfortunately, his grand plans rarely included logistics and tended to fall flat at the execution stage.
This time was no different. As he launched himself out of his bedroom window and into the air, Beast Boy instinctively transformed into something with wings. His precious cargo fell immediately and he was forced to catch it with his beak. Though he nearly dropped it after gagging at the taste, he clamped down firmly and continued the flight path towards his destination. The midnight sky was filled with clouds that obscured the moon and stars. Good thing he had chosen a critter with night vision.
Beast Boy angled his wings, slowing himself down as he approached Raven’s room. It only occurred to him as he perched on the windowsill that he hadn’t considered the possibility of her bolting the opening shut after his last attempt. His nonexistent Plan B proved unnecessary, for the window was slightly open. He transformed once more, this time into a primate with deft hands. Pushing against the glass with the softest of touches, Beast Boy made his way inside.
It was quiet, which he supposed was the point. If Raven had been even remotely conscious, he would have been telepathically thrown into Jump City Harbour in a fraction of a second. His current form couldn’t see in the darkness of her room, but he didn’t dare change into something else. He needed opposable thumbs for this part anyway.
As Beast Boy clambered his way towards her bed, he took in deep breaths of her scent. It permeated the four walls of her room like a tattoo inked on skin. It was herbal yet smokey, earthy yet feminine. Soothingly familiar and uniquely hers. There was something else there, an undernote of “je ne sais quoi” that he couldn’t quite place. Raven stirred, making his heart nearly jump out of his furry chest. She turned over and pulled the covers closer, her body curling tighter around a pillow that she clutched in her arms. Beast Boy moved slightly faster, sensing that his time was starting to run out.
He leapt onto a stack of books by her bed, using flexible limbs and a prehensile tail to keep himself from tipping forward. Once in position, he fastened the surprise package to the headboard using an errant shoelace. Thoroughly satisfied with his handiwork, Beast Boy reversed his steps to make his escape. He was mere inches away from the open window when a sound stopped him in his tracks.
There were many things that Beast Boy had heard leaving Raven’s mouth; mainly insults, dry one-liners, and on occasion, colourful expletives that were most definitely not approved by Azarathian clergy. Being the target of such language was old news to Beast Boy. He knew that she didn’t mean it most of the time, and her words often bounced off harmlessly rather than wound his ego. There was nothing, however, that could have prepared him for a low, decidedly erotic moan.
All of Beast Boy’s animal instincts told him to run away immediately from the potential danger of a half-demon’s wrath. But the weaker, dumber, more human part of him couldn’t move. Raven, his Raven. Uptight, stoic, out-of-his-league Raven, was having a wet dream. He was so shocked that his body unconsciously returned to its original form. The hairs on his arms stood up as goosebumps covered his skin. He could feel his internal temperature rise, blood simmering and traveling downwards to a dangerous place. His breathing hitched when she moaned again. This one sounded frustrated, impatient.
“P-please,” she murmured. “Keep going, d-don’t sto-“
Beast Boy took a step backward in the direction of her voice. He knew he was intruding on a private moment. It hit him all at once that his uninvited presence was extremely creepy. Hot shame collided with arousal.
“Fucking hell,” he thought. “Get it together and get out of here, Logan.”
Raven’s voice, still breathy and wanting, interrupted his self-flagellation. ”Please,” she repeated. “F-faster. Faster, Gar-“
Any lingering threads of remorse were snapped when Beast Boy heard his civilian name flutter out of her lips. The heat of his blood spiked upwards to a boiling point, nearly threatening to jump out of his veins. He clenched his fists and jaw, willing himself not to pounce on her bed and do... things. He’d have to process it all eventually, but now was not the time. Before Raven could wake up completely, he shifted into a fly and buzzed out the window.
His escape would have been successful, if not for the rope of kinetic energy that pulled him back inside. It was more of a snap than a pull, a cracking of a whip. Once again, Beast Boy returned to his human form out of shock, and if he was being honest with himself, pure, unadulterated fear. Candles flared to life. Raven’s glare pinned him down. The warm candlelight highlighted red irises and sclera. Her chest heaved under the thin fabric of a faded t-shirt and her voice rang out, halfway between panicked and furious.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my room?”
“Just wanted to say hi,” he replied lamely.
Beast Boy immediately began to fidget with his gloves. Unlike Raven, he was still in his combat uniform. Normal clothes didn’t transform with the rest of him, and he had been banking on his powers to help him make a run for it undetected. He wished he had worn something roomier like basketball shorts or sweatpants. As it was, the spandex of his suit was getting uncomfortably tight. He could only hope that Raven would be too angry to take her accusing eyes away from his face and look elsewhere.
“Get out.”
“Rae, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“-To scare me half to death? Make me think some intruder made their way past the Tower’s defenses to murder me in my sleep?”
“Well, I definitely didn’t mean to... interrupt.”
Even in the dim light, Beast Boy could see Raven’s face flare with embarrassment. Her eyes had returned to their normal colour, but her cheeks were stained pink.
“Asshole.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
No, he wasn’t. He tried his hardest not to let the smugness show through, but it proved difficult. Raven was pissed with a capital P, but only because she had been caught in a compromising position. It was so rare for Beast Boy to have the upper hand in their bouts of banter. He couldn’t help himself from pushing her further.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asked, willing his voice to sound sexy. There was a large possibility that the huskiness he was going for came out more like a nervous crack, but there was no going back now. “Tell me, I want to know.”
“Drop it.”
“Drop the pillow. I could give you something a lot more interesting to rub up on, you know.”
The words tumbled out of Beast Boy’s mouth before he could stop himself. A more cautious man would have apologized profusely and left it at that. However, the animorph was anything but cautious. A look of defiant vulnerability replaced Raven’s glare.
“Don’t mock me.”
It occurred to him at that moment that if he was in her place, he would be absolutely mortified. It wasn’t just the fear of being judged, it was the fear of true feelings coming to light and said feelings not being reciprocated. There was no denying now that Raven felt something towards him, but she had no clue he felt the same, if not stronger, deeper. Beast Boy let the bravado in his tone drop and exuded tenderness instead.
“I’m serious, Rave. For once in my life, I’m not joking.”
Raven didn’t answer him. She watched him warily, embarrassment shifting into a completely blank expression. That deadpan disinterest didn’t fool him for a second. He could tell she wasn’t trying to drive him away. If that were the case, she would have tossed him into a portal long ago. She was merely waiting to see what he might do or say next. Beast Boy approached the side of the bed closest to the window. He sat down tentatively, facing her head on. She didn’t flinch or back away, she simply kept staring into his soul.
For the briefest of moments, Beast Boy thought he could see another emotion flicker in her eyes. It was hot and bright, not unlike the candlelight that surrounded them. It wasn’t just desire, it was hope. Hope that the young man in front of her might confirm that the feelings of yearning and craving were mutual. Beast Boy let his body weight sink further into the mattress and leaned forward. He reached out to brush a finger against the back of her palm. Even through the thick fabric of his gloves, he could feel a crackle of electricity zip between them.
“I heard you call my name. Is that right?” he asked softly.
Raven nodded the tiniest of nods, her gaze never breaking with his. Taking it as a sign of encouragement, he let his touch wander to the inner part of her wrist, stroking it gently. Raven gasped quietly but didn’t retreat. Those violet doe eyes seemed to grow larger, thick eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly with anticipation. Beast Boy’s heart began to gallop and he could hear blood pumping in his ears. He absolutely couldn’t fuck this up. He grazed her arm with his fingertips, from wrist to bicep to shoulder, eventually making his way up to the side of her neck. He stopped to trace the shell of her ear and leaned closer, their warm breaths mixing with one another.
“What were you dreaming about?” he whispered, his voice coming out in a rasp. “Was it something like this?”
“Close. In my dream, you weren’t wearing any gloves.”
It was Beast Boy’s turn to suck in a breath. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, Raven held his hands in her own and began to take off his gloves, finger by finger. She tossed them unceremoniously onto the floor and copied his earlier movements with a feather light touch. When she reached the tip of his ear, Beast Boy shivered with pleasure. He didn’t dare utter a word for fear of ruining the moment. Raven’s hand continued to explore, going downwards against his jawline and eventually resting on his chest. He could feel the scratch of her fingernails and willed himself not to whimper in response. She tugged at the fabric of his suit lightly.
“Actually, you weren’t wearing anything at all.”
Whatever modicum of self-control that was left between them was ripped to shreds. In stark contrast to their slow, careful movements just moments ago, the pair exploded with a violent energy. Raven dove for his mouth, her lips encasing his with reckless abandon. She tasted like spearmint toothpaste, fresh and clean. Even like this, with their hands entangled in the other’s hair, lips and teeth and tongues colliding, it wasn’t close enough. He wanted her closer, needed her closer.
He slipped a hand under her shirt, trailing a path up the side of her breast before cupping it roughly. When Raven moaned, he took it a step further and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger.
“Fuck, Gar.”
The sound of his name being uttered in such a wanton manner shot bolts of lightning straight to his loins.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned. “How you make me feel.”
“You let on a lot more than you think,” was her sardonic reply, right before she ground her hips into his. The layers of tangled sheets between them may as well have been nonexistent. Just when Beast Boy thought he couldn’t get any harder, his body proved him wrong. Raven pulled away the covers in order to wrap her legs around him, the friction between them becoming more and more frantic. It should have been embarrassing, really, how close he was to reaching completion after barely any contact.
“Rave-nhh, please! I-I’m gonna-”
She ignored him and continued to grind against him with fervor. Right before he reached the edge of his sanity, Beast Boy pushed her away.
“Wh-what’s wrong?”
He noted the slight hurt in her voice and soothed it immediately by kissing her lips, then placed his forehead on hers to make eye contact. “What’s wrong is that I’m gonna blow if you don’t stop rubbing up on me.”
Raven rolled her eyes. “I thought that’s what you wanted. I dropped my pillow and everything.”
“I wanna take care of you first. May I?” Beast Boy reached one of his ungloved hands to the apex of her thighs, still covered in pyjama bottoms. The fabric was soaked through. “Fucking hell, Rave. Have you been this wet this whole time?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Raven tilted her pelvis upward, giving him the access he needed to take off the unnecessary article of clothing. He might have done a double take at the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear, but his attention was far too occupied by the sight in front of him. Gently, reverently, he pressed the calloused pads of two fingertips to her core. Raven’s hips bucked and he had to use his free hand to hold her steady against the mattress. The teammates worked in tandem, Beast Boy stroking at an even pace while Raven tilted her hips back and forth. He could tell she was close when one of her hands shot out to grip the arm that was working between her legs.
“D-don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Beast Boy enjoyed her assertive demeanour. She had him on a chain, submissive and willing to do whatever she wanted. The bedframe began to shake as Raven moved herself against him faster.
“Gar. Gar. Gar!”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”
Beast Boy watched her with fascination as her eyes began to glaze over in ecstasy. She was so close, so close…
Until the Stankball fell directly on her nose.
The room that was once filled with desperate pants turned deadly silent. Time seemed to stand still as Raven let go of Beast Boy’s arm and brought it to her face. She held the Stankball by the shoelace and looked at it blankly before turning her attention to him. A portal whooshed into being and Beast Boy dropped through the mattress and onto the floor of his own bedroom with a thud. All he could do was let out a muffled scream into the carpet and push himself upright before tugging frustratedly at his hair.
Another portal opened. If he had been thinking straight, he would have known there was no chance in Hell that Raven would step through it to continue what they had started. Much to his misguided disappointment, all that came out of the portal were his gloves, which smacked him on the face. They were swiftly followed by the Stankball itself, which hit him in the exact same spot. When the portal closed, Beast Boy knew the night’s adventure was officially over.
Despite being severely pent up, he let out a small chuckle. At least he could call his prank a success, if not a hilarious case of self-sabotage. Beast Boy looked out his window wistfully and wondered to himself if Raven had closed hers or left it open. Tomorrow was a new day, he could always find out then. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he.