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“How phucking inshane ish it that thish ish nor’al for ush?” Tim finds himself asking around the penlight in his mouth. He’s aiming it at the literal bullet hole in Jason’s lower stomach that he’s digging around in with a pair of tweezers for bullet fragments, trying desperately not to think about the fact that he’s straddling a half naked Jason in his dingy safehouse.
“I don’t get shot that often,” the older man comments, voice a little tense. Any normal person would be under some sort of anesthetic and probably still crying.
In fairness, Jason doesn’t get shot that often. For one thing they’re all good at dodging, but for another Jason wears some of the thickest armor plating of all of them. The bullet had been a ricochet that somehow got him right where his body armor ended a couple inches below his navel. Honestly, it’s the best place someone could get shot, and with the bullet having not been for him it didn’t go very deep. Unfortunately, it did break.
Tim pulls what he hopes is the second half of the bullet out, drops it on the paper plate next to the couch, and spits the penlight out of his mouth. “No, but two weeks ago you got stabbed, and a month before that I had to pull rebar out of Cass’ shoulder.”
“Hey man, you chose this life,” Jason comments, shrugging.
Tim resolutely doesn’t look up to watch his built shoulders move. Instead he puts down the tweezers and starts pulling off his gloves. “Well now you get to make a choice. I can pack this and we call it a day, or you let me stick my finger in there and see if I can feel any bullet shards left behind.”
“Fuuuccckkk,” the older man groans, scrubbing his hands over his face so that he thankfully misses the way Tim immediately sits up straighter. “Yeah, alright. Better to know than to find out because I feel it floating around in me later.”
Tim didn’t think this through, actually. He did not think this through, and now he’s looking at the bloody hole right above Jason’s surprisingly neat thatch of pubic hair. As far as bullet holes go it’s not special or anything, and it isn’t even bleeding very heavily anymore. Only, Tim didn’t think Jason would actually ask him to finger his bullet hole.
Swallowing heavily, Tim rests one of his hands on Jason’s stomach to sort of stabilize him and tries to ignore that he can feel Jason’s pubes against his wrist as he presses the heel of his palm under the bullet hole. With nothing else to lose, Tim gently slips his middle finger into the hole. The first thing he feels is overwhelming heat and it pretty much tells him before Jason hisses that his hands must be freezing.
“Christ, Jack Frost, did you make an ice sculpture before helping me with this?” Jason snarks, fingers flexing at his sides.
“I have poor circulation,” Tim mumbles, only half paying attention because his eyes are on the hole that’s practically swallowing his finger. It’s just wide enough to take two of his fingertips… to take– Tim breathes in sharply and cuts off the thought right there. Carefully pressing his finger a little further in, he feels around for any sharp or jagged bits of metal, eyeing where his finger slides inside Jason’s body.
“Hey, Timbo,” Jason breathes, “maybe you shouldn’t be looking at the bullet hole like you want to get other parts of you in there. You know, if you’re still trying to pretend your crush doesn’t exist.”
Breath hitching in his throat, the younger man’s eyes fly up to where Jason is staring at him with a smug look on his face. “You knew?!”
“I mean… I wasn’t positive, and then you were here squirming in my lap and staring at my bullet wound like you wanted to get your tongue in it so I figured I’d shoot my shot.” The words that are coming out of the older man’s mouth are so incredibly insane that if Tim hadn’t seen exactly how much blood the guy lost he’d be considering an emergency transfusion.
“Not exactly my tongue,” Tim mumbles before his brain catches up with him and he has to shake his head and glare at the other man. “This is how you choose to shoot your shot? Last week at the Volhov bust I was literally two seconds from making out with you, and this is when you shoot your shot?”
Jason flushes. “There were traumatized kids around then.”
Tim has to look up at the ceiling because something has to have the answers to why they can never be normal. There’s a crack in the drywall there, and a waterstain near the window that’s honestly really concerning. This place was closer than Tim’s nice, cozy penhouse though, so they’re here, on a couch that’s probably older than Alfred, and Tim still has his finger in Jason’s stomach.
“So… do you?” The asshole underneath him asks, nerves actually making an appearance in his voice.
“Do I–?” Tim draws out the I as an indication that he has no clue what Jason wants from him. The guy already knows about Tim’s crush and it isn’t like he’s actually asked the younger man out or anything.
“Do you want to fuck my bullet wound?”
Tim is very careful when he pulls his finger out, thank you very much. Scrambling off of the couch, he completely misses the barely there look of embarrassed dismay that crosses Jason’s face because he’s fighting to tear his Red Robin suit off. “I hate that this is how we are getting together. Christ, we have to come up with a whole lie and–” Tim pauses in pulling the bottom of his suit off to drag his eyes pointedly up and down Jason’s body. “Are you keeping your pants on?”
“Oh!” Jason stops staring at Tim and reaches down to grab his already lowered jock, cup, and cargo pants so that he can start pushing the whole kit down his legs. “Right, no, obviously not.”
Tim tugs a condom from his utility belt as he drops the rest of his kit on the floor, stumbling back over to take his former place straddling the other man. Jason’s cock is slowly filling out, and it seems to twitch as Tim shuffles into place. He takes it into his non-bloody hand, stroking it to full hardness as he pinches the condom wrapper between his teeth and the fingers of his other hand.
Tim’s eyes drop to the hole again and he figures he should at least offer the courtesy. “We can just have, like, normal sex. You don’t have to offer up your literal bullet wound to get into my pants,” he points out as he starts to roll the condom onto Jason’s cock.
Jason’s hands join the party, two fingers sliding between Tim’s folds to check just how wet he is — very, so wet his fingers nearly immediately start sliding inside the younger man — and he thumbs Tim’s t-dick pointedly. “You saying you don’t want to get your pretty dick into my bullet hole?”
No, yeah, Tim really wants that. Like, an insane amount.
They’re so fucked up.
“Jason, get your fingers out of me so I can ride you,” Tim mumbles, rutting his hips pointedly down on the other man’s fingers. He can have an absolute blast with those inside him later, but right now he wants to be full to the brim and pushing his fat dick against where Jason is open and bleeding.
The low moan they both let out when Tim lowers himself on Jason’s cock is second only to the way Tim keens as he leans forward and presses his hands against Jason’s chest so that he can fuck into the hole in his lover’s stomach. He was right, he was so right. The hole is just the right size to fit him, hot and slick around the hard press of his dick.
“God,” Jason gasps, big hands landing on Tim’s hips and just flexing there as he lets out a weird, warbling moan. “God that feels weird.”
“Weird bad?” Tim pants, hips slowing to a rolling grind that bounces pleasure right up his spine as Jason’s cock drags against his g-spot.
“Weird like I’m so horny I might go off at any second and the dull pain from getting my wound fucked is not helping me keep a lid on that like I thought it would,” the other man admits breathlessly. His face is red and his pupils are blown wide with arousal.
Tim takes that as a personal compliment, leaning forward to press into a messy kiss. Jason moans into his mouth as he swivels and grinds his hips, pressing as deep into the hole as Tim’s dick will let him. Nipping Jason’s bottom lip, Tim pulls back, intentionally squeezing around the other man. “Gonna cum for me, Jay?”
Clearly the last shred of whatever control Jason had rips into a million pieces, because his hands go tight around Tim’s waist and he drags the smaller man down hard against him. It only takes a handful of thrusts and grinds for both of them to cum, shaking apart in each other's arms — Jason balls deep in Tim’s cunt and Tim labia deep inside Jason’s bullet hole.
They’re really going to need a shower after this, and Tim should probably share his antibiotics for the next ten days or so. He’ll do it anyway, but he does wonder if he can use that as a bribe to get the other man back to the penthouse where his awesome shower and real med kit reside.
And a bed. Yeah, Tim needs to get Jason into a bed pronto.