Film Date Went Wrong (In a Good Way)😈 - Part 1 (Patreon)

The living room was soaked in late afternoon light, golden and warm, slipping between the blinds and pooling across the floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the sunbeams. On the screen, a film played—dialogue slow, plot slower. Neither of them was really watching anymore.

Dick sat cross-legged at one end of the couch, a pillow in his lap, head tilted toward the screen but eyes clearly drifting. Roy was sprawled next to him, socked feet propped on the table, fingers toying with a strand of red hair that had fallen loose from his temple.

"You bored yet?" Roy asked, voice low and teasing.

Dick didn’t answer right away—just gave him a glance and a smirk. “You tell me.”

Roy shifted, draping his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers grazing Dick’s shoulder. "You’ve been fidgeting for twenty minutes. That’s your tell."

Dick leaned into the touch, just slightly. "Maybe the movie’s too slow."

"Or maybe you're just distracted."

Silence stretched between them for a beat. Then Dick turned, folding his legs under him and facing Roy fully. The sunlight caught the edge of his cheekbone, softening the look he gave.

Roy’s eyes lingered—on Dick’s throat, the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the familiar curve of his mouth.

“You keep staring,” Dick said, quietly, like a dare.

Roy’s hand slid down from Dick’s shoulder to his waist, confident. “Can you blame me?”

Dick’s breath hitched, but he didn’t move away. Roy leaned in and kissed him—slow at first, firm and certain, one hand curling around Dick’s side. Dick responded without hesitation, but Roy kept the pace deliberate, deepening the kiss as his hand traveled lower.

Dick sank into it, letting Roy pull him closer, until he was straddling Roy’s lap. The movie played on in the background, forgotten. Roy’s hands found familiar paths—waist, spine, the spot just beneath Dick’s shoulder blades where he always tensed first.

“You always this impatient?” Dick murmured between kisses.

Roy smirked against his jaw. “Only when you’re dressed like that in full daylight, acting like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Their movements became slower, more intimate, as they gave into each other—no rush, just the quiet hum of desire building in the soft afternoon warmth. Shirts were lifted lazily, hands explored bare skin, and kisses grew deeper, more purposeful.

Roy stayed in control, guiding Dick with a quiet intensity, pressing him back gently onto the couch. The sunlight lit them in soft gold as they moved together, the outside world fading until there was nothing but breath, skin, and the slow burn of something they both knew wasn’t just physical.

Later, tangled in each other on the couch, the room now glowing with the orange hues of evening, Dick exhaled a soft laugh.

“I knew the movie was a mistake,” he whispered.

Roy chuckled, running a hand down his back. “Best date decision you ever made.”