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Dick’s blood is boiling under his skin, as if he’s burning from the inside out with nothing but pure white-hot rage. His hand curls into a fist, Dick lifts it to punch something, to punch through the Bat Computer in front of him but he lets out a breath he was holding, slapping his hand palm down onto the desk in defeat instead.

He slumps back into the chair behind him, rubbing his gloved hands over his face. The feeling makes him cringe, the texture is rough and sickly against his skin. Dick realises he’s still wearing his domino mask; he tuts in frustration as he places a thumb under the edge of the mask and pries it off a little too harshly, making him wince at the sting. Dick hisses and chucks the mask at the computer; it bounces off the screen and lands neatly on the centre of the keyboard and somehow this pisses him off more. He knew the domino wouldn’t break on impact but Dick wanted it to, to prove a point or something. He doesn’t know why, he’s just blindly pissed . 

In all honesty, Dick’s pissed - but not completely shocked - that Bruce would betray not only his trust but all his other kids’ too. Dick thought they were past this, past the sneaking around and the bullshit that came along with Bruce Wayne’s school of fucked up parenting.

A few years back, Bruce had promised he’d change. He wouldn’t be so damn overbearing and controlling, Dick, Tim, Damian and even Jason - even if it was reluctant - sat around the kitchen table and forced out their feelings. 

Bruce made a promise to make an effort and they thought he’d changed.

Obviously not. Dick’s brain supplies.

He shuffles the chair forward, slotting himself under the desk. Dick moves his mask from the keyboard and sighs, he knows he shouldn’t be looking at his brothers like this, without their permission… This is a blatant misuse of their trust, Dick promised them and himself he’d never be like Bruce, never treat them like perfect little soldiers. 

Dick knows he’s just as bad as Bruce for watching the video stream, but it’s been a really shitty fucking night and right now, being able to check in on his siblings from the one place gives him some kind of sick solace in his actions.

And maybe that’s why Bruce does what he does. Dick’s stomach churns at the thought, he doesn’t want to relate to Bruce. Not like this. Not in this way.

But Dick takes a chance and glances up to the screen and he sees Tim’s room first, a perfectly messy disaster, half empty tea mugs littering his bedside table, and a half open laptop. The kid’s lying on his side, on top of the duvet with his face pushed into the pillows and one hand resting underneath it.

Tim, for once, looks at peace and Dick’s chest flutters with a flush of affection and protectiveness, the kid needs to rest. He’s been working relentlessly on a case for the past few weeks, running on nothing but fumes. Dick’s been trying to tell him for a while now to take a step back and to chill out with the detective stuff.

Dick can’t deny it’s a good feeling knowing Tim’s finally taken his albeit unsolicited advice. After that, seeing that Tim’s okay, Dick turns his camera off. Hopefully, Bruce won’t turn it back on.

Damian’s next and Dick cringes, if he knew Bruce had his room bugged… Bruce wouldn’t live to see his next birthday. But Damian looks soft and calm, and for the first time in a long time, at ease. He’s surrounded by plush pillows, on his side and his arms and legs thrown over one, hugging it tightly. Like this, he even looks kind of cute.

Dick shuts off Damian’s camera too and Jason pops up next. He’d been wounded in the field; a bullet nicked the side of his thigh and Alfred demanded he came home to be patched up. Jason had tried to fight tooth and nail that he was fine, “Alfie, I don’t need you to patch me up, I can do it myself .” He was adamant could patch himself up at one of his safe houses, but Alfred being Alfred, would not take no from one of his Bat Boys as an answer. So here Jason is, back in his old bedroom nursing a bullet-graze.

The older boy gasps as he takes in Jason’s room, he’s lying on top of his bed naked apart from the bloody gauze that Alfred wrapped around his leg only a few hours ago. Dick’s eyes widen, flinching away from the screen as he tries to quickly shut down Jason’s camera too.

In his hurry, Dick presses the wrong button and then suddenly there’s an alarming sound, it’s a moan cracks in the back of Jason’s throat and Dick’s eyes dart back to the screen, hoping that he’s in pain or having a nightmare because there’s absolutely no way Jason’s actually… right now, right? That’s something Dick can’t just watch ...

Dick notices immediately that Jason’s hard, and leaking against his stomach as he spreads his thick, muscular legs further apart giving Dick a view of him. Holy shit, Dick thinks. He shouldn’t be watching this, he should turn off the feed, turn off the Bat Computer, shed the Nightwing suit and go for a cold shower and forget he ever saw Jason like this, but this is the first time Dick’s seen him without all the extra layers of Red Hood armour he wears since he came back from the pit.

Dick can’t help but notice how Jason’s grown into his gangly teenage limbs and awkward features, how much he’s grown into himself. Now he’s all hard muscle and taut skin.

Handsome , Dick’s mind supplies without warning and then, fucking gorgeous.

Jason writhes, a leg falling open and completely exposing his hard cock to the camera. Dick shivers, a splinter of arousal licking its way down his spine as Jason rolls his hips in the air. Dick bites his gloved hand into his mouth, watching Jason hump the air, teasing himself. Fuck .

“ Ngh, fuck ,” Jason whines, trailing fingertips up the inside of his thigh. Dick swears even in the middle of the grainy footage he sees Jason’s cock twitch against his abdomen. “ Oh.”

Dick can’t tear his eyes away as Jason trails his fingers higher, brushing over the dusting of hair below his belly button, over his taut abs, moving up to brush over an already peaked nipple. Jason’s hips twitch again, rutting against nothing but air. Dick’s own hips twitch forward in the chair, legs spreading on their own accord.

Jason cups his pec in his hand, squeezing before letting go to rub his thumb over the sensitive nub. He moans loud and unabashed as he keeps a steady pace on his nipple, shaking under his own ministrations.

Dick’s own cock is thickening watching Jason get so lost on such little stimulation, he bites into his fist again, harder this time as he fights the urge to palm himself over the suit.

It’s time to turn this off, to forget it ever happened. Go jerk off in the shower or something, like he thought about a few moments ago. This is a complete disregard for Jason’s privacy. Dick knows by doing this, he’s just as bad as Bruce is but right now, the way Jason’s moving and the noises he’s making… Dick just can’t turn it off. He needs to see how this ends.

Jason pants, drawing his hand down and away from his nipple. Dick thinks that the younger is finally going to wrap his hand around his cock, it looks painful as Jason ignores it and reaches down to massage his balls in his hand instead.

“ Oh fuck ,” Jason murmurs, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “ That feels good, ngh. ”

Dick realises he’s sweating a little under the suit, torn between feeling shame and the most turned on he’s been in a real long time. Without realising Dick’s hand slips down from the armrest and cups his erection, because of the thickness confining his cock it’s barely any stimulation at all but it’s still enough to have him biting his bottom lip between his teeth.

“C’mon Jay,” Dick murmurs to himself, running his thumb down the hard line of his cock. “Touch yourself.”

Jason reaches behind himself and grips the headboard, even in the shitty quality feed Dick can tell his knuckles are burning white with sheer force, he reckons Jason’s probably strong enough to crack the oak between his sturdy fingers.

The other man’s cock is leaking at a steady pace now and Dick isn’t sure how Jason’s managed to not touch himself already; how he’s managed to drag out this intimate foreplay with himself.

Another moan fractures in the back of Jason’s throat as he rolls his hips down to meet the rhythm he’s worked up on his balls, the hand on the headboard slips down the wood, down and across the black silk covered pillows, tracing over his shoulder and collarbone before coming to rest a middle finger on his areola before beginning to move it in a clockwise circle.

“ Oh,” Jason mewls, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “ Oh, oh, oh… fuhhhhh… ”

Dick can’t help but admire the patience and dedication Jason has to getting himself off, especially like this. He moans again, gently brushing over the little bundle of nerves that set him alight.

“Oh fuck,” Dick huffs, fully palming his cock now over the suit, he’s pulsing against the Kevlar and polyester blend, his hips hitch into his hand and catch his erection on the seam and Dick’s eyes roll back into his head.  

He does it a few more times, trying to keep his timing the same as Jason’s but it’s useless, he’s not as patient as Jason clearly is. Dick’s underwear is wet from precum and sticking to the tip of his cock and he wants nothing more than to shed the Nightwing suit, stuff his hand in his underwear and jack himself off to Jason’s moans.

Instead, he tries to be patient and cups his cock again, rutting up into his hand, rolling his hips in a desperate, needy rhythm. Dick lets slip a pleased groan, throwing his head back against the headrest, eyes fluttering closed.

It’s still barely anything, and not nearly enough to get him off but it is just enough to tease the fuck out of himself, even if Dick’s growing impatient with the lack of stimulation already.

“ S’feels so goo-ood ,” Jason moans, writhing against the sheets. “ Fuck, ah, ah, ahh …”

“Yeah, Jay,” Dick whispers to the empty cave, moving his head forward so he can see Jason on the screen again. “Make yourself feel good, baby. That’s it. Shit .”

Jason drops the hand from his balls and Dick thinks this is it , he’s finally going to take his cock in hand and jerk himself off, but he doesn’t. Jason presses his middle and forefinger into his mouth, moaning around the digits as he sucks them further into his mouth.

Dick can’t take anymore; he leans forward quickly looking around and listening for any signs of Bruce or his brothers. There’s no sound within the cave other than Jason’s desperate little whimpers from the computer and Dick’s own heavy breathing, the rest of the world’s tuned out.

After being thoroughly sure there’s no one coming, Dick’s long, nimble fingers reach to release the clasps on the back of his suit to try and rip it off as quickly as he can, so he can get his hand around his aching cock. Dick shoves the suit down his body until it’s bunched around his boots. He spreads his legs a little more, shuffling so he’s leaning against the middle of the chair rather than the headrest.

He looks down at his cock tenting in his boxers, there’s wet patches from his precum littering the outside. It sends another shiver of arousal through Dick, seeing how turned on he is from watching Jason like this.

Dick slips his hand into his boxers, gasping when he wraps his hand around his cock and feeling how much he’s leaking. He uses the pad of his thumb and spreads the precum down his length, slowly teasing the tip when he comes back up.  

“Oh god,” Dick groans, gently thumbing the tip of his cock, his cock pulses and there’s another spurt of precum dribbling down his fingers.

“ Ah, ah, ah ,” Jason whimpers and Dick’s eyes shoot up, he’s taken the fingers from his mouth and pressing them against… against… fuck, that’s so fucking hot .

Jason’s circling around his hole with a spit-slick finger and still playing with his nipple with the other hand, Dick brings his free hand up to also trace his own nipple. He huffs out a breath, his full body shuddering when he flicks over the bundle of nerves.

The finger Jason has on himself must slip inside a little because the noise he makes sends nothing but pure, unadulterated arousal splintering down Dick’s spine. It’s high, throaty and Jason’s mouth falls open as he begins to writhe against the sheets again, hips bucking into nothing but the air.

Dick wants , possibly more than he’s ever wanted anything else in this world. His cock is downright aching for Jason, Dick squeezes the base and moans softly, moving his hand up to gently jerk the tip, he wishes it was Jason’s rough, calloused hand around him, jerking him off so slowly until he’s whimpering and begging Jason to let him cum.

Jason pumps the little bit of his finger in and out of himself, desperate little hitched breaths falling from his throat and Dick wishes that he could see him opening up to take it, the thought makes Dick’s cock twitch.  

“ Jason ,” Dick moans, sweat beginning to bead at his temples. “Fuck, you look so good, baby.”

“ Shit ,” Jason mewls, gripping the bed sheet for purchase so hard that Dick thinks it might rip under the pressure. “ Fuck, I wanna take so much more than this .”

Dick watches the younger Robin squirm, fingers flexing and unflexing in the bed sheets as he works himself over with just a single finger. Jason’s quivering, his legs are trembling, splayed out at either side of the bed and Dick thinks there’s a thin sheen of sweat gathered on his pale skin, maybe. Or is it Dick’s head filling in the details for him, desperately trying to make this more real than it is?  

The grainy camera feed makes Jason look like he’s glowing, and Dick wants to lick it from his body, bury his face in the crook of his neck and shoulder and just breathe all of him in and bite mottled marks into his pale skin.

“ Mm, fuck yeah, that feels so good ,” Jason whines, bottom lip between his teeth. “ Need more, shit, please… ”

The fist on Dick’s cock quickens, the knot in his stomach already tightening as he bites his free hand into his mouth to keep himself quiet. Dick can’t cum yet, he can’t. He wants, no, needs to cum in tandem with Jason.

If Jason’s going to draw this out so deliciously, so is he. Dick forces himself to stop the hand moving against his cock, he lets himself go and goes back to tracing his nipples.

“C’mon Jay, jerk yourself off for me,” Dick murmurs, thumbing over one of the little nubs on his chest. “I wanna see you fall apart.”

Jason turns his head and shoves it into the pillow, letting out a long keening noise. The fact Jason can’t keep himself quiet makes Dick’s spine tingle, sparking a trail of arousal through his veins, it’s a feeling that Dick thinks must be akin to spontaneously combusting from the inside out. Not even the cool breeze fluttering through the cave can ground Dick right now, it’s humid and hot and he can’t seem to drag enough breath into his lungs.

Suddenly, Jason rolls onto his stomach, facing the camera and shoves one of those black silk pillows between his legs and Dick’s stomach flips as the younger holds himself up on his arms, slowly moving his hips against the silky material, barely dragging his cock over it.

“ Oooh, ” Jason moans, head thrown back as he thrusts. “ Shit . That’s – that’s so nice. Ngh. ”

Dick shuffles the chair up to the desk and zooms into the feed, the sharp contours of Jason’s jaw and cheekbones, admiring the way his curls fall over those dreamy pale blue eyes of his, his lips are parted, red and puffy from being bitten in a pathetic attempt to try and contain the noises he was making. Dick’s cock pulses at the sight, he sighs and gives himself another quick few tugs.

The camera pans down the expanse of Jason’s large, muscular chest and Dick’s mouth waters, when he picks up how dark and swollen Jason’s nipples look from being played with for so long, Dick moans. The V of his narrow hips make Dick’s cock twitch in his hand, his abs bunching and relaxing with every shallow thrust.

When the camera goes to Jason’s cock, it’s red and looks sore, a string of precum linking him to the pillow. The stain Jason’s going to leave sends a sick thrill through Dick, but then he notices there’s already a white precum stain on the fabric and his own cock spurts a few more drops of precum, Dick’s shocked at himself, he’s never been this fucking wet before.

Dick spits into his palm and jerks himself off, trying to match Jason stroke for stroke, the mix of spit and precum makes Dick shiver, the glide is so good. It almost feels like…

“Oh fuck,” Dick mewls, thinking of how wet and tight Jason would be for him right now. “Make more of those pretty noises, baby.”

Jason cries out, his thick arms suddenly trembling under his weight. Dick zooms out with his free hand, not wanting to miss a single bit of this if Jason’s going to cum. Instead, Jason lifts his hips from the pillow and takes a few deep, calming breaths between desperate pants.

He runs a hand through his damp curls, hauling air into his lungs as his cock bobs between his legs. Jason leans forward, pressing his face into the comforter and running a hand through his hair once again but gently tugging on it. Dick’s mouth waters, he wants to be the one gripping Jason’s hair between his fingers.

The younger lowers his hips, again slowly dragging his cock over the material once again. It’s less than he was before and Dick’s in awe of how long Jason’s dragging his pleasure out, patience is not a virtue anyone would assign to Jason Todd.

“ Nghhh, oh my god ,” Jason hiccups, rubbing his face into the sheets under him. “ M’so close again already… Need t’cum… fuck…”

“Fuckin’ cum, Jay,” Dick murmurs, speeding his hand up on his cock, unable to stay in time with Jason. “Show me how good you’re making yourself feel.”

“ Ah, ah, ” Jason whimpers, breathy and needy. “ This feels s – s – so good. M’gonna cum, fuh – ck. ”

“That’s it, little wing,” Dick encourages, gripping his cock a little tighter. “Mess yourself up for me, that’s a good boy.”

“ I – I can’t… it feels too good, ” Jason whimpers again, higher in pitch this time. “ I feel like I’m on fuckin’ fire, oh my god .”

Dick trembles, thinking how overstimulated Jason must be after teasing himself like this for so fucking long. It’s been well over an hour since Dick found the cameras, how long had Jason been doing this himself beforehand?

With that, Dick has to drop his cock because he feels the start of an orgasm washing over him and Jason’s still not there yet . Jason forces himself up onto his arms first, then onto his knees so he’s straddling the pillow now with widespread legs. Dick can’t help but stare at the way his thighs look in this position, they are strong and defined, and the bandage Alfred put on him is still close to bursting, Dick wants to run his hands over them, run his tongue up them and onto his cock.  

Jason starts to thrust against the pillow again, a little quicker this time while one hand goes back to his nipple and one hand, oh fucking shit , one hand’s crawling its way up his chest slowly, and beginning to wrap itself around his throat. Jason squeezes, eyes rolling back into his head as his hips stutter forward.

He repeats the motion, squeezing in a bit harder this time as his cock spurts precum onto the silk. Dick’s got his hand back on his own cock, trying to keep a slow and steady pace but his orgasm is creeping back up on him, a lot quicker this time.

Jason digs his nails into his pec as his head gets thrown back, still choking himself . “ Fuh – ck. Harder, ple – ase, need it. ”

His steady rhythm falters as he rolls his hips faster, harder and Dick’s so close to spilling over himself, he just needs Jason to crack first.

“ Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum… fuck, fuck, ” Jason gasps out, groaning as he digs his nails further into his chest. “ I’m cumming, I’m – oh my god. ”

Jason spurts long ropes of cum over the pillowcase, staining the shiny black, moaning loudly through the whole thing. It’s so fucking hot, watching him lose control like this, watching him shudder through the tidal wave of aftershocks.

It doesn’t take long for Dick to catch up with the younger, he huffs out a pathetic little moan and spills over his own fingers with Jason’s name on his lips. It takes a long few moments for Dick and Jason to both catch their breaths, Dick pulls his underwear and suit back up, cleaning himself up quickly with his underwear. Jason’s shakily shuffling for the edge of the bed, presumably to clean himself up too.

Jason pushes himself up from the edge of the bed and makes his way to what Dick presumes is the en-suite bathroom. Instead, he stops in his tracks in front of the camera and looks up, Dick’s stomach drops as he stares wide eyed at Jason on the screen.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Goldie,” Jason winks, a shit-eating grin splitting across his face. “Join me for a shower and round two, yeah? I’m nowhere near done yet.”

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Dick stares at the screen for a few more moments, blinking in disbelief. Jason can’t be serious, can he?

Maybe… maybe Dick’s asleep? Maybe this is all an elaborate dream and he’ll wake up sticky and satiated in his own bed in his own apartment all the way across town, alone.

Jason strokes his face between his thumb and fingers, still grinning. “I’ll be waiting in the shower for you, don’t disappoint me now, Boy Wonder.”

Dick shakes his head, still in disbelief as he closes all the open tabs and programs on the Bat Computer and rushes to his feet. He almost trips over his own feet on the sprint to the elevator up to the main building which Dick enters and slams the button for the third floor a little too aggressively.

He leans back against the wall in the elevator, taking in a deep breath. Is he seriously going to do this? Is he seriously going to hook up with Jason at three a.m. on a random Tuesday morning? A flashback of Jason moaning comes to the forefront of his mind and Dick needs no more convincing, he is most certainly going to do all of this.

Whether it’s a bad idea or not.

The elevator stops on the third floor and Dick barely waits for the doors to part before he’s stumbling out and into the hallway, tearing the clasps of the suit back open. He stops outside of Jason’s room, taking one last deep breath before turning the doorknob.

As promised, Jason’s in the shower. Dick can hear the pitter patter of water against the bottom of the tub and Jason humming some song under his breath. Dick kicks off his boots at the bottom of the bed and peels the suit down his body, too, shoving it completely off at the door of the ensuite bathroom and kicking it to the side, the door’s been left open for him. Fucking Jason.

Jason’s humming stops and Dick can sense the smug smile he bets Jason’s sporting behind the shower curtain. “I was in two minds if you’d actually come up here or not.”

“Well, what can I say? Boy Wonder didn’t want to disappoint you too much, Jay,” Dick murmurs, shoving his underwear down his legs, too.

“Fuckin’ get in here, Dickie,” Jason growls, yanking the curtain back to narrow his eyes at Dick, looking him up and down.

Dick smirks as he climbs into the tub beside Jason, letting the warm water run down his body. It feels good on his achy muscles, he almost lets out a little moan at the feeling but catches himself.

Jason growls again, grabbing Dick by the waist, shoving him against the tiles. Dick shivers at the contact; they’re freezing in comparison to the rest of the room, but he doesn’t mind. Jason’s looming over him, caging him in against the wall and Dick’s cock is already twitching with interest.

“Can I kiss you?” Jason asks, licking his lips.

And Dick looks at him, really looks at him for what might be the first time in their whole lives. Jason’s always been kinda cute, in a charming, boyish way but now, after the pit, after everything… he’s grown into his nose, gangly limbs, and ears. Whether it is from the pit is another thought for another time.

Dick’s too busy admiring the sharp contours of Jay’s face up close. There’s a little scar that sits just under his cheek which Dick’s never noticed before. In fact, Dick’s never noticed how pretty Jason actually is. His eyes flutter up to Jason’s eyes, there’s a little tiny tinge of viridescence peeking through the blue of his eyes. Jason’s long, dark eyelashes are fluttering so gently as he stares back at Dick and Dick thinks he might just fall in love.

“Dickie, you still on planet Earth?” Jason jokes but he sounds nervous as he backs off a little.

“Mhm,” Dick hums, looking down to Jason’s Cupid’s bow. “Just… admiring your face.”

Jason’s cheeks tint a deep red and Dick smiles at him, wrapping his arms around the younger’s neck, pulling him in so their lips meet. Jason takes a sharp inhale and kisses Dick back, it’s unrushed and relaxed, the total opposite of how Dick thought it’d be with Jason.

It feels good, kissing Jason like this. Their lips move together in a heated rhythm that has Dick’s knees trembling to keep him upright, Jason bites into Dick’s bottom lip and he lets out a breathy noise that seems to spur the younger on.

Jason seems to notice that Dick’s struggling, so he drags his rough palms down Dick’s ribs, hips, and eventually to his thighs. Dick keens, letting Jason lift him up to wrap his legs around Jason’s waist.

“Y’ou’re st – strong,” Dick stumbles out, arching his back against the tiles. If this was any other situation, Dick would be embarrassed by how weak his voice is.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Jason chuckles, nosing into Dick’s neck. “Y’like it, Goldie?”

Dick nods, arching his neck to give Jason better access. He presses against Dick, reaching up to aim the shower head over them and Dick opens his eyes, noticing that Jason’s deliciously pale skin has broken out in goosebumps. So, Dick moves his hands down to Jason’s large biceps and rubs them with his hands quickly to try and warm him up.

“What’re ya doin’?” Jason asks, chuckling as he pulls away a little.

“Tryna warm you up, obviously,” Dick says simply with a small smile.

Jason shakes his head, a genuine smile taking over his features. “Cute but you don’t gotta, just keep kissin’ me… just like that, yeah?”

Dick nods, moving his hands from Jason’s biceps to cup his pecs, moving his thumbs down and over Jason’s hard nipples. He gasps into Dick’s mouth, tapering off into a smile. Dick takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into Jason’s mouth, flicking his tongue against the younger boy’s.

Jason whines, dropping his wet forehead against Dick’s, rutting the thick length of his hard cock against Dick’s abdomen. Fuck, Jason’s hard again already because of him. Dick can’t help the shiver as he kisses Jason a little harder, nipping his bottom lip and then quickly soothing it with his tongue.

Another thrust of Jason’s hips against his skin and Dick can’t help but dig his nails into the base of the younger’s neck, fingers travelling up to wind into his hair and pull like Jason had done to himself earlier.

That earns a tiny, little kitten whimper from Jason and Dick’s cock throbs between his legs at the noise. “You make the prettiest noises, Little Wing. Like it a little rough, huh?”

Jason pulls back to look at Dick, glassy eyes blinking slowly, his lips parted ever so slightly. Jason looks flushed, dazed, and Dick can’t believe this is Red Hood in front of him. Jason begins to nod slowly, biting his bottom lip between his teeth.

He’s breathtaking like this, all soft and pliant, all those rough edges and hard fronts dissipated along with the rest of the steam in the bathroom. Dick wants. He moves his fingers to trace over the sharp contours of Jason’s face, admiring the way his eyes flutter shut at the contact.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Dick whispers, scared to break the spell between them. “I wanna…”

Jason nods again, not even allowing Dick to finish his sentence because he’s leaning back in to steal a quick kiss from the elder. “I already did before you got here, I’ll get dried off and let you finish up.”

“Okay, give me a few minutes?” Dick murmurs, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “Gotta scrub the patrol gunk off of me.”

“Alright, Goldie,” Jason smiles. It’s a barely there little thing, just a slight upturned tug of his lips, and Dick’s stomach rolls. Holy shit he’s pretty.

Butterflies fill Dick’s stomach as Jason gently places him back on the tub floor, kissing him once more before pulling back the curtain and climbing out, turning around and giving Dick an awkward little wave before wrapping a towel around his waist and disappearing back into the bedroom.

Dick shoves himself off the wall with his shoulders, huffing a breath before rearranging the showerhead so the water cascades down over his head and shoulders. He’s really doing this, okay, alright, deep breaths. He grabs for the shampoo bottle and squirts way too much into his palm, he doesn’t care though, it’ll wash away. Jason is waiting.

He rubs it into his hair a little too quickly, trying to lather it up as much as possible and rinse away the excess on his hands. After a few moments, he turns to face the shower, leaning over to brush his fingers through his hair, getting rid of the shampoo suds. His fingers feel good on his scalp, he bites back a satisfied groan.

Next, Dick squeezes a little conditioner into his hands. Sue him, okay? He wants his hair to be super soft for Jason running his hands through it. He fingers it through his dark locks, making sure to pay attention to the ends.

Dick rinses his hands of the conditioner and picks up Jason’s body wash; he doesn’t recognise the brand, it’s probably something expensive Alfred’s picked for them. Dick sniffs the bottle when he opens it and takes a deep sniff. Yup, that’s fucking hot. It’s some kind of cracked black pepper and cedarwood concoction, but it smells amazing, and Dick wants to lick the taste off Jason’s skin.

And okay, yeah, it’s kinda gross but he picks up Jason’s shower puff – in Dick’s defence, Jason’s never there and Dick’s sure he’s used it approximately once before because it looks brand new. Dick pours some of the shower gel onto it and starts to scrub his body, scouring the lingering remnants of the night’s shitty patrol from his skin until it’s raw and almost sore.

He sighs, choosing to focus on the here and now as he hangs the puff back up and turns to rinse the suds from his body. After that, he leans back over to get rid of the conditioner he’d left in his hair.

Shutting off the water and peeling back the shower curtain, Dick steps out of the tub and into the bathroom. It’s a little chilly now he’s not under the warmth of the water, he shivers as he reaches for the neatly folded towel Jason’s left him on the sideboard. Cute, Dick thinks.

Quickly, Dick dries himself off and runs the towel through his hair a couple of times to get the worst of it. He wraps the towel around his waist and braces himself for seeing Jason in his bedroom, taking a deep breath as his hand hovers at the doorknob once again.

He turns and opens the door, Jason’s lying on his back on the bed with a fresh pair of boxers slung low on his waist. Jason looks like he’s playing… no way, Candy Crush on his phone. Dick stifles a laugh and makes his way over to him, kneeling onto the bed and crawling over to him.

“Hey there,” Jason smiles, looking away from his phone screen, which is indeed showing that he’s playing Candy Crush. “Feel better after that?”

Dick nods, bringing one of his hands up to Jason’s face and gently manoeuvring him into a kiss. Jason makes a contented little noise in the back of his throat, chucking his phone onto his bedside table. Candy Crush, already forgotten.

Jason keens as Dick brushes his thumb gently over his cheek, it’s an awkward angle but it doesn’t deter either boy; this feels good and they’ll make it work, they both always seem to.

“You smell like me,” Jason says, pulling back and grinning, it’s predatory. Dick shivers.

“Well, you smell good,” Dick smiles back, nipping Jason’s bottom lip. “Drives me crazy sometimes, smelling your cologne or whatever. It’s always delicious.”

Bruce had taught them to be completely unidentifiable in the field, nothing that could leave a clue, nothing that could allow someone to figure out who they are under the mask. And of course, Jason’s always defied that by wearing some fancy cologne Dick doesn’t know the name of.

“Shut up, Goldie,” Jason grins against his lips, moving himself up to balance onto his arms.

Dick lets himself be shoved backwards so Jason can straddle his waist, Dick chances a peek downwards and Jason’s cock is already beginning to tent his underwear. A swooping feeling makes its way through Dick, he did that. Jason’s turned on by just kissing Dick. Fuck.

Before any doubts begin to slip in the sides of his mind, Dick drops his hands down to Jason’s chest, massaging one of his pecs in his palm. Jason jerks on top of him, kissing Dick harder.

He moves his hands further down, tracing all the raised, bumpy scars that litter Jason’s porcelain skin before settling on his lithe waist, thumbing over the soft skin of his abdomen. Their lips never part and Dick thinks he’s already addicted to the way Jason tastes like cigarette smoke and a hint of whiskey... Dangerous, Dick thinks. He tastes dangerous.

Jason pulls back a little, just enough. They breathe each other in as Jason bites his lip between his teeth, eyes hooded. Dick stares in awe, Jason’s hair’s dishevelled and his cock is fully hard now, leaking onto his underwear.

He leans back in, missing Dick’s lips and kissing a wet trail down Dick’s neck, stopping to bite a mottled purple mark into the soft skin. Dick whines, arching into Jason’s touch. God, it feels so good like this.

“Jason,” Dick gasps out, hips rolling upwards.

Jason doesn’t say anything. Instead, he kisses down the expanse of Dick’s chest, only stopping to lap at his nipples. Dick’s skin is alight, his nerves are burning, and his cock is aching for Jason to just fucking touch him. Jason licks the treasure trail just below Dick’s stomach, nosing down to where the towel is tucked in.

“Can I?” Jason asks softly, looking up at Dick.

“To be honest, at this point it would be rude if you didn’t,” Dick says. It’s supposed to come off as a joke but instead, it’s high and breathy.

Jason chuckles, leaning to press a kiss to Dick’s abdomen. “Point taken.”

Jason’s large, calloused hands skirt down Dick’s body, his muscles twitch in anticipation while Jason runs his palms up Dick’s thighs, under the towel before coming to a rest at his hips.

Dick’s cock is hard, imprinting against the fabric of the towel. Jason smirks as he slowly, slowly begins to unwrap the towel from Dick’s waist. He flattens his palm over Dick’s stomach as he yanks the fabric away from under Dick.

“What a pretty cock you have,” Jason murmurs, bringing his hand down to stroke his thumb on the patch of neatly-kept hair above his cock.

Dick shivers at the feeling of Jason’s calloused fingers on him. “This pretty cock ain’t gonna suck itself, Jay.”

He tangles his fingers in Jason’s curls, tugging him closer. Jason laughs, bright, and Dick’s stomach warms as Jason nuzzles the junction of hip and thigh. A soft tongue peeks out to lick the skin, Dick inhales sharply and grips Dick’s hair rougher.

Jason grins like the cat that got the cream, that devilish tongue slipping out again to lick from base to tip. Dick arches, hips canting towards Jason’s lips.

“Fuck, Ja – ay,” Dick shivers, nails scraping along Jason’s scalp.

Dick’s entire body jerks as Jason takes his entire length into his hot, silky mouth and hollows his cheeks, moaning around Dick’s cock, sending vibrations through his body.

“That feel good, Goldie?” Jason smirks, leaning in to kitten lick the tip of Dick’s cock.

“Yes, more, please,” Dick gasps out, trying to tug Jason closer to engulf his cock once again.

Jason doubles his efforts, bobbing his head and jerking Dick’s cock at the same time, building a sickly rhythm that has Dick trembling all over and whimpering desperately like a puppy.

Dick keens as Jason licks from his perineum to the tip, the flat of his tongue feels so good against his skin. He gasps as Jason envelopes him with his hot, wet mouth, rolling up to meet all of Jason’s movements.

Dick opens his eyes – not realising they were even closed – to see Jason flushed a deep shade of red, his own eyes are closed as he traces the hard, swollen tip of Dick’s cock with the point of his tongue.

It’s so fucking hot seeing Jason like this, Dick’s not even touched him, and he looks cock drunk. Dick can’t even bear to look back at Jason’s lips; they’re puffy and a deep red, almost crimson from kissing Dick and sucking his cock.

Dick blindly reaches down, tangling his fingers in Jason’s curls and tugging. Jason moans around the cock in his mouth, keening forward to take in more of Dick. The vibrations make Dick jerk, flexing his fingers to scrape against Jason’s scalp again.

“Fuck, Jason…” Dick mewls, cock throbbing against Jason’s tongue. “M’gettin’ close, shit.”

Jason doubles his efforts and Dick stuffs his free hand over his mouth to try and keep quiet, getting caught like this would not be the best thing for either of them. There’s no way of knowing how any of the others would react to… to the two of them doing something like this.

The familiar feeling begins to build in Dick’s stomach, coiling tighter into a spring. He’s gonna cum soon and the realization of shit, he’s probably not going to be able to cum again after this… not three times in one night.

Maybe a few years ago but certainly not now.

“Jace… Jay…” Dick rasps out, trying to wriggle away from him.

“Mmm?” Jason hums, slowing down his motions.

“Do you want to do more than this or, like, what’s the plan here?” Dick asks, gently pushing Jason’s head away from his cock. “I’m only good for one more…”

“Damn, Dickie, you’re gettin’ old,'' Jason chuckles, pulling back on his haunches and wiping his swollen mouth with the back of his hand. That should not be as sexy as it is.

“Shut up, I’m only like… almost thirty,” Dick pouts.

“Yeah, and I’m almost twenty-five,” Jason snorts, crawling up Dick’s body to straddle him. “Can go all night, if I wanted.”

“Mhm, I bet you can,” Dick breathes out, reaching a hand out to touch his pec. “And a few months, yet. Not until August.”

“You remembered,” Jason says softly, looking down at him with gentle, fond eyes.

Dick just nods dumbly, leaning up to kiss him. “Of course, I did, it’s you, Little Wing.”

Jason’s cheeks redden and Dick doesn’t mention it, instead choosing to slot their lips together once again. Jason moves to cover Dick’s torso, letting him move backwards to lay on the pillows again, one hand planted at the side of his head and the other cradling his jaw.

“I want you to… I want…” Jason says, breath stilted. “If you could…”

“Want what, Jay?” Dick asks, looking up at him. Jasons eyebrows are pinched together and his eyes are screwed tightly shut, he looks worried. “Jason, c’mon, talk to me.”

“I – I…” he starts before shutting down again.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Dick says softly, reaching to brush a thumb over his cheek. “Do you want to stop or take a breather? Do you need me to go… give you some space? Anything you need, Jay.”

Jason opens his eyes and grabs his bottom lip between his teeth before exhaling quickly. “I want you to fuck me, Dick.”

“If that’s how you want this to go,” Dick says softly, brushing the bangs away that have fallen into Jason’s eyes. “Are you good?”

Jason nods, eyes fluttering as he preens into the touch.

“Gonna need to hear you say it,” Dick murmurs, petting a hand through his hair.

“I’m good, promise,” Jason says, leaning down to brush his nose against Dick’s. “I’m just not used to… never mind.”

Dick decides to drop it and not poke the bear. Jason’s got a hair trigger temper and Dick would rather this didn’t end with them fighting over something he’s decidedly not wanting to talk about.

“Okay, you got any lube?” Dick asks, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jason nods slowly, letting Dick pepper him with kisses. “Somewhere around here, yeah.”

“How do you want to be? On your back, on all fours, whatever you want,” Dick murmurs gently against his skin. “We’ll go slow.”

Jason freezes up, screwing his eyes shut again before exhaling a shaky breath. “B – back, I wanna see you. Is – is that okay?”

Dick’s never seen Jason like this, nervous, unsure, it’s completely new traits in the younger man. It has humanized him, something the pit took away. Jason’s always been this big, boiling ball of rage that couldn’t be reduced to a slow, rolling simmer no matter who tried to contain him.

Not that he could be blamed, Dick read his file. He shouldn’t have. He knows it was wrong but when Bruce rocked up one night with… with a little rage-fuelled stray that was going to take on the mantle as sidekick, well, Dick had to find out everything.

At the time, Dick was only seventeen and Bruce and Alfred had been his only family for so long. Being a little… cautious was normal, it was definitely not jealousy. Seventeen was too old to be getting jealous.

Or so he told himself.

The main focus is, it’s nice to see Jason like this, to see him, feel him so soft and pliant against Dick. Jason’s not even a rolling simmer right now, he’s a calm flow, just enjoying the motion of the tide. Dick could get used to this side of Jason.

“You sure about all of this?” Dick asks one more time.

“Dick, please,” Jason whispers, almost pleading. “M’sure, promise.”

“Tell me to stop and I will, no questions asked,” Dick says, and Jason nods.

Jason backs off him, shuffling onto his haunches so he can rummage in his bedside drawer. After a few moments, his hand retreats from the drawer and produces an aging bottle of lube. Dick can’t help but smile.

“How long has that been in there?” Dick asks, snorting.

“Eh, I ‘unno,” Jason shrugs, an amused smile stretching over his features. “It’s lube, it doesn’t go bad.”

Dick laughs as Jason throws himself onto the bed next to him, dropping the lube onto the sheets. “Are we talking pre or post pit here, Jay?”

“Hey, I was like… fifteen when I died, c’mon,” Jason protests, still grinning and Dick’s stomach tumbles. He’s gorgeous.

Dick raises an eyebrow. “That means nothing with you, little deviant.”

Jason begins to retort but Dick rolls over on top of him, catching him in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues twisting and teeth clacking together, it sends a thrill of arousal bolting down Dick’s spine.

Dick pulls back, kissing down the column of Jason’s throat, nipping and licking the soft, pale skin. He shoves his face into the junction of neck and shoulder, inhaling gently before nosing along the sharp collarbone he finds. Jason takes in a sharp breath, letting Dick move further down.

He arrives at Jason’s pretty, pink nipples and can’t help but slowly lower his mouth to one of them, remembering how much he liked it on the stream earlier. Jason jerks, moaning as Dick’s pointed tongue traces over the soft skin.

“Ohhh,” Jason mewls, body jerking. “That’s – that’s niiiiice, Dickie.”

Dick closes his lips around the nipple in his mouth and sucks, bringing a hand up to the other, brushing over it gently with the pad of his thumb. Jason gasps, writhing under Dick.

Jason rolls his hips up, the hard outline of his cock pressing into Dick’s hip. The feeling makes Jason whimper, threading his fingers into Dick’s hair and yanking, making him whine around Jason.

“I know it feels good, Little Wing,” Dick coos with faux concern and Jason makes a desperate noise in the back of his throat. “I know it’s making you feel good, sweetheart, c’mon, let me hear you.”

“Dickie… p – please…” Jason begs, moving his hands to dig his blunt fingernails into Dick’s shoulders. “This feels so good.”

Dick laughs, soft and gentle, pressing kiss-bites into Jason’s chest. “I know, sweetheart. I know it does.”

He moves further down Jason’s body, nosing at the outline of his abs, licking a wet trail over the taut skin. Jason whimpers, arching against Dick’s lips and trying to rut against him.

“Please,” Jason gasps. “Touch me.”

“I am,” Dick smirks up at him, his bangs falling over his eyes.

“You – you kn - know what I mean,” Jason stammers, moving his fingers to brush through Dick’s bangs.

Dick hums as if he’s thinking about it and Jason makes a frustrated noise, wriggling against the sheets. Dick grins, moving himself up Jason’s body to tower over him, planting his hands at either side of Jason’s head.

Dick leans into Jason’s ear, dropping his register. “What do you want, Little Wing?” he murmurs.

“You,” Jason whispers back, leaning to press their lips together. “Inside of me, fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” Dick grins, kissing Jason again.

“Mhm,” Jason moans, pulling back and kissing Dick on the chin. “I need to feel you.”

Dick nods, looking down at Jason and almost shivers when he makes eye contact with Jason. Jason’s pupils are blown, the thin sliver of iris engulfed completely in emerald. Dick’s stomach takes a funny sort of tumble, scanning his eyes down to Jason’s lips.

Holy fuckin’ shit, they’re red, swollen and spit-slick from kissing. The unadulterated want Dick feels is primal, tugging in his gut. He’s never wanted anything more than how much he wants Jason right in this moment, it burns bright in the bottom of his belly.

Dick doesn’t think before he brings a hand from beside Jason’s head to wrap around his throat, Jason’s pretty, pink mouth falls open and his eyes flutter shut. The burn in Dick’s stomach burns harder, he dips and presses his lips to Jason’s open mouth, kissing him hard.

Jason moans and Dick tightens his grip just a fraction. Dick looks down, watching as Jason’s cock leaks steadily against his hip.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Dick growls, grabbing Jason’s bottom lip between his teeth. He rolls his hips, catching Jason’s cock.

Jason whimpers, pawing at Dick’s collarbone, trying to bring the older boy closer to him. “Dick… please.”

The elder nods, pulling back to snatch up the bottle of lube from the bed sheets, shuffling down to between Jason’s thick thighs, yanking his boxers off before shoving his thighs further apart so he can spread lube over the younger’s hole.

Jason takes a sharp breath at the cool feeling against his burning skin. Dick can feel the warmth radiating off him as he fists the sheets underneath him, writhing to feel more of Dick’s touch.

Dick presses in, slow and gentle and Jason twitches, hissing at the feeling. He shushes the other boy, dipping to press a lingering kiss to Jason’s sharp hips.

“More,” Jason whimpers, wrapping his fingers in the bed sheets and tugging. “Dick, please.”

The older boy nods, running his tongue across Jason’s skin one more time. He adds another finger, pumping in and out, building up a steady rhythm. Jason’s pink cheeked and panting, chest rising and falling heavily.

“H – h – harder,” Jason moans, rolling his hips to meet Dick’s fingers.

Dick thrusts a little harder, angling his fingers just right. Jason gasps out, fingers tangling into Dick’s long, dark locks. Dick stretches his fingers inside of Jason before pulling out and shoving back in.

After working Jason up to three fingers, ensuring he was prepped enough, Dick slicks up his cock with a squirt of lube, holding back a hiss at the feeling. He twists over the tip before leaning forward, capturing Jason’s lips as he lines himself up. Jason digs his nails into Dick’s shoulders, whimpering into Dick’s neck as he begins to push inside.

“O – ohh,” Jason moans, legs falling further apart. “S’good.”

Dick hums, nosing down Jason’s neck as he slides inside fully. They both gasp, Jason rolls down onto Dick’s hips.

“You good?” Dick murmurs against his sweat-slick skin.

“Mhm,” Jason murmurs, arching his neck back to give Dick more space. “S’just been a while since – since anyone… ya feel good, Dickie.”

Dick’s stomach tumbles as he pulls out, his tip catching on Jason’s rim. He pushes back in, knocking the air from Jason’s lungs. Jason moves his fingers from Dick’s shoulders, cupping his pec to run a fingertip over his nipple. Jason shivers, his mouth falling open as Dick builds up a rhythm, slow and steady.

Dick still can’t believe this is Red Hood underneath him, letting out little kitten mewls at every rock of Dick’s hips, grabbing his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go on every exhale. Jason looks so – so fucked out, cock drunk.

A gorgeous dusting of pink is scattered across Jason’s chest and neck, spreading down to his abs. Dick can’t stop staring at Jason’s face, taking in every little detail, and committing it to memory. This isn’t something he wants to forget any time soon or ever, really. Jason’s a big, tall, beautiful long expanse of pale skin and hard muscle, Dick thinks he’s already addicted to it.

“Dih – Dickie,” Jason murmurs out, grasping for the small hairs at the base of his neck. “I wanna – please… can I –”

He’s cut off with a moan as Dick thrusts sharply into him. “Yeah, Little Wing? What is it, baby?”

“Can I… can I ride you?” Jason grins up at him, dazed and dopey.

“Of course, you can, Little Wing,” Dick grins back, leaning down to kiss him roughly.

Dick pulls out, running his hands down Jason’s body, squeezing his thighs careful of the gauze wrapping his bullet graze. He rolls to flop onto his back, putting his arms behind his head.

Jason rises to his knees, shuffling shakily to straddle Dick’s waist. He leans in, kissing Dick softly before sinking back down onto his cock. Dick hisses at the tightness, removing a hand from his head and digging his nails into the curve of Jason’s hip.

The young boy rocks against Dick, head thrown back, hands aimlessly grabbing for Dick’s chest as he groans, low and rumbling in the back of his throat. Dick moans, his other hand coming up to brush against one of Jason’s stiffened nipples.

Jason shudders, leaning forward to rest on Dick’s chest, hips twitching on their own. “Fuh – Uck, s’nice.”

Dick grins, moving his other hand to Jason’s other side, thumbing over the deep V of his hips. “C’mon, Little Wing, you wanted to ride me, so ride me.”

Jason nods, leaning in to press their lips together and Dick relishes in the feeling of Jason’s heavy body on top of him, pushing his face into Dick’s neck, licking the damp skin.

Jason moves so they’re face to face, he leans in to kiss Dick, and he moans into Jason’s mouth, biting Jason’s bottom lip as he writhes against the sheets. He snakes a hand from Jason’s nipple, brushing his thumb over the sharp collarbone before wrapping his hand around Jason’s throat and squeezing. Dick reckons he could get used to this reaction.

The younger’s movements grow jerky and Dick grins. “Close?”

He can’t even form a response, his mouth opening and closing and Dick grins, taking that as confirmation Jason is, in fact, close. Dick squeezes in another few centimeters and Jason trembles, almost falling on top of Dick as he rocks forward.

“Dick, please,” Jason rasps, mouth falling open.

“Please what, baby?” Dick asks, rocking his hips up in time with Jason’s thrusts.

“Har – harder,” Jason begs, eyes rolling back into his head. “M’so close…”

Dick nods, dropping his hand for a moment and then sliding it back up Jason’s neck and really squeezing this time. Enough that Jason can still breathe but it’s enough to restrict his breathing so that he can only take little hitched breaths in.

Jason’s trying his hardest to stay upright, to keep moving his hips in some kind of rhythm but he’s so far gone, his cock leaking a steady stream of precum onto Dick’s hip. It’s so fucking hot, and Dick’s fucked, he’s close, too; the familiar feeling of an orgasm is steadily creeping up on him, despite his best efforts to keep it at bay and get Jason off first.

He brings his free hand to Jason’s cock, beginning to jerk him off in time with his unsteady hips. Jason mewls, panting in short little puffs when Dick lets up on the grip he has on his throat.

“What’s it gonna take to get you to tip over the edge, gorgeous?” Dick murmurs, tightening his fist.

“C – close… Dickie,” Jason moans, barely able to keep himself upright.

“C’mere,” Dick says, letting his throat go for a second, earning a pitiful whine from Jason. Dick places a hand on the back of his neck instead, guiding him down to lay on his chest, ignoring his protests. “Better?”

Jason nods into Dick’s neck, breathing heavily. Dick begins to move his hips, doing all the work for Jason as he moans into Dick’s skin. He wraps his fingers in Jason’s sweaty hair, gripping it tightly as he fucks into him hard and fast.

“M’gonna cum,” Jason gasps out, pushing his face into Dick’s collarbone. “Dickie, fuck, I’m gonna…”

“That’s it, Jay, cum for me,” Dick whispers, biting his lip between his teeth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

“Dick – Dick… fuck, I’m…” Jason trails off as he moans, loud enough for someone to hear in the hallway if they were passing, he cums between their bodies and Dick moans at the feeling.

Jason shivers through the aftershocks as Dick chases his own release, it doesn’t take long before he’s gasping out his own warning.

They kiss for a long time as they come down, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. Dick can’t stop smiling and Jason can barely open his eyes; he’s so fucked out.

After another few moments, Dick shifts. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Jason nods slowly, blinking his eyes open. “That was…”

“Yeah, yeah it was,” Dick laughs, running a hand through Jason’s hair.

“We should probably shower again, I am so sweaty,” Jason whispers.

“In a bit?” Dick suggests.

“In a bit.” Jason agrees with a little yawn, nuzzling in closer.