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Day 17--
"Is this okay?" Jason asks softly, moving his hands to the edge of Dick's shirt to take it off. They've made out a few times now, and shirts have come off, but that's about it. Now, they're sitting on the couch, and Dick has found his way into Jason's lap as they've been kissing, their movie long paused and forgotten.
“It is for me. Is it for you?”
Jason nods, slipping the shirt up over Dick's head and dropping it aside, before slowly running his hands over his built chest. "More than okay to me. You look so good."
Jason will always be jealous of how lean he is compared to him.
“Thanks. Let me know if I hurt you?”
"Yeah, you're good," Jason assures him. He leans forward and kisses Dick's shoulder. "Is this...?"
“That’s what you want?” Dick asks instead of answering.
"It is. Is it what you want?"
“I still feel safe.” He confirms, “I like it.”
Jason shifts his hands down to Dick's hips, kissing along his shoulder slowly. "I want to worship you~"
“Me? Why? I’m not special.”
"You are. You're mine and you're perfect." Jason promises against his skin.
“I don’t want to be perfect anymore. I just want to be me.”
"Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." Jason quotes against him. "...I'll love you as whoever you want to be."
“…I’m just going to be me. Okay, beautiful?” He says.
Jason nods against him, before pulling back to search his face. "It's what I want... why do you call me that, anyway?"
He knows the truth. Dick is out of his league, even Tim thinks so, according to what he said. Jason's just scarred and broken.
“Beautiful? Because you are, baby. I love you.”
Jason searches his face. "But I'm...y'know. Scarred. Busted."
Figuratively and literally.
“You’re also you. You’re beautiful. I love your wavy hair and your pretty eyelashes.”
Jason blinks them at him as proof. "My what~"
“And do you know my favorite part of you?” His eyes dart to his lips. He kisses him lightly, unable not to.
"My stunning personality?" Jason smiles, kissing him back.
“That too. But we are talking about your appearance.”
Jason nods, "Continue complimenting me."
“I’m talking about your pretty lips,” He tells him, putting a hand on his jaw and brushing his thumb over his bottom lip, “So cute.”
Jason's whole face feels like it's on fire as he searches him closely, waiting for a joke or jab that doesn't come. He clears his throat, "Where do I start with you, D?"
He leans in and kisses his lips again, moving his thumb to go over scars instead. “What do you mean?”
Jason hums, a low sound deep in his chest as he enjoys Dick's soft fingers on him. "...I don't have a favorite part of you. I could know every inch and still not have done enough research to make a decision."
“Maybe you’re just not good at making decisions at all?”
"Maybe all of you is too perfect to decide. Or maybe... I have to do more research." Jason runs his hands slowly up his muscled back.
“Do you want to?”
"I do. I'll get a degree in anatomy~" Jason grins, before he kisses down his chest slowly.
“If there’s anything you want to learn...I can show you.”
"Yeah?" Jason asks, "Show me everything."
And he means it. He really wants to know how each bit of him feels under his hands, every curve and sharp edge. He wants to be able to map him out with his eyes closed he knows him so well.
“…You mean…?” He stares at him blankly.
He thinks he’s implying they should have sex. But he isn’t sure.
Jason didn't think he'd ever ask for sex, not like this. But he wants it. He craves being closer to him in ways he'd never have imagined.
“I might be. If you are, I can be.”
"If you change your mind at any point, we stop." He promises. "We'll go slow... see what we're able to do?"
“You too. I’ll keep an eye on you, try to notice if you get uncomfortable. In case you can’t tell me.”
It’s usually very obvious when Jason gets upset.
Jason nods. "I'll try to tell you. I trust you more than I trust anyone."
“I trust you too. Keep an eye on me, too, then, baby?”
"I won't take them off you for a second." Jason shifts. "Should I take my shirt off too?"
“If that’s okay with you, I want it.” Dick looks him over, already anticipating it.
Jason complies, slipping back and pulling it off, dropping it beside Dick's. He feels exposed and inferior immediately, but it's easy to forget when Dick's watching him with an exciting amount of hunger in his eyes.
For once, Dick doesn’t ask him before he puts his hands on him, trailing them slowly down his chest. “So good…you look amazing.”
Jason shivers in pleasure at his light touches. "I... thank you." He says, biting back a self-deprecating joke.
“What?” He notices his hesitation.
"I was gonna make a joke about my body that you didn't like."
“Do you say that stuff because of Slade?”
Jason pauses, considering it. "Probably? I don't know if I made them before or not."
“I don’t know why you would. What were you going to say?”
"It doesn't matter." Jason decides, "I don't want to think about that, or him."
Not during this. This is supposed to be good.
Dick tries not to think about that either. “I just want to make sure I can still touch you. Are there places you don’t want me to touch?”
Jason shakes his head. "I am a little ticklish, but that's it."
There's no specific part of his chest or what's exposed that should trigger him.
“You are~?” He leans down and kisses along his collarbones.
Jason nods, leaning back further, "That feels really nice."
“Really?” The encouragement boosts Dick’s confidence by a thousand.
"Really, you're doing a good job." Jason murmurs his assent.
"You're so good at this."
“You can say that again.” His hands rest on Jason’s waist now."You're doing a good job~ you're so good at this~" Jason chuckles, holding onto Dick tighter, partially worried this is all some amazing dream.
“Aww. Cute.” He tells him, “…pants off?”
Jason pauses, considering it. They haven't done this yet, but he wants to. He nods, "I want to try it. Let's both...?"
“Both is more intense. You sure you want both?” He shifts away from him slowly.
"We can keep underwear on for now." Jason decides, "Or do you not want us both that way?"
“It’s up to you. If you’ll let me keep kissing you all over, I want it.”
Jason nods. "You can keep kissing me all over, but first..." He shifts him off his lap and pulls his pants down and off himself.
“…gorgeous.” He grins.
Jason blushes, "Now you?"
“I don’t look as good.” He warns him before getting up, “regular or strip tease?”
Jason's eyes almost pop out of his head, "You can give me a strip tease. I'd like that."
“Lap dance?” He chuckles, kidding but not kidding.
Jason nods, staring at him, "Don't joke about that, it's what I want."
“…I can turn on music.”
"Holy shit, okay." Jason says, before reaching over and grabbing his phone. He gets into Spotify and offers it over.
“Any preference?” He smiles.
Jason shakes his head, "Whatever makes you feel sexiest."
“I’ll never feel sexy.”
"Really? Is there anything we can listen to that'll make it... easier? Is this something you want to do?"
“What do you think?” He stands in front of him.
Jason looks up at him hopefully. "I want you too, but only if you want to."
He literally searched on Spotify for lapdance songs and clicks the first artist he recognizes.
Beyoncé's Naughty Girl starts playing from his phone.
Dick laughs and starts dancing sensually. “I feel like that’s going to be our catchphrase.”
Jason watches his hips and ass shamelessly. "I feel like I could get used to this."
“You think so?” He asks as he strips his pants off dramatically.
Jason nods quickly. "I know so. You're amazing."
“Amazing? Why?”
"You're hot, you look so good doing that, and you're a good dancer." He tells him.
“I’m an acrobat. So I’d hope so.”
"I know. Knowing it and seeing you in action is different. Come closer~"
Jason knows he'll never be able to move so fluidly.
“I’ll sit in your lap again.” He says, moving closer. He puts his hands on Jason’s legs, leaning in and kissing him.
Jason reaches out, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Sit on me."
He does. “Where is this going?” He asks, starting to get worried.
Jason lets his eyes trail down him. "I want to try... I want to be closer with you. If you're able. I don't know what I can do, but I think it's worth trying... sex, I mean."
“We can. I’m ready.” He grinds on him a bit to start with, doing everything he said he was going to do.
Jason shivers, holding his hips tightly. “Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you or anything?”
They’ve talked about this before and came to the conclusion that as long as neither of them was scared, they could start doing this. Jason wants to make sure of anything else that they’re both okay.
“You’re not. I want to feel good.”
“Me too. And that felt really good.” Jason moves him this time, holding Dick’s hips tightly and pulling him back and forth again on his lap.
“You want to do it this way?”
“I don’t know… I know it feels nice, though.” He’s worried that once they’re both naked that he won’t be able to handle something that intense.
“Okay. We can stay like this for a bit.” He tells him softly, “You feel really good. You’re so perfect in every way.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” Jason smiles, leaning over him again and starting to kiss along his shoulders.
“I’m not lying to you. You’ve never been treated as well as you should be. I’m going to treat you that way, you’re going to feel good, and you can call the shots the whole time… I’ll make you so fucking happy.” He trails off.
“But I want it to be good for you too.” Jason looks up at him. “What about what you want?”
“All I want, all I’ve ever wanted since we’ve been together, is you in general.”
Jason’s face feels like it’s on fire. “Then can you… Is there something we can do that’s a little less than this? An easier starting point? I just don’t want to start something I can’t finish.”
“You’re asking me? I don’t know what’s easy for you. I only know what I don’t like.”
“Well, what don’t you like?”
“I don’t really like…uh…” He murmurs, not wanting anything he says to sound too obscene, “Being like, super submissive or anything. I don’t want to play that game.”
“Do you like handjobs?” Jason asks instead.
“Oh boy, do I?”
He laughs, “Okay. Can we do that? I don’t know if I can… do more without being scared yet. I don’t want to make it a big thing.”
“We can try that.” Dick kisses him again, still grinding on him. His mind is simultaneously blank and racing a mile a minute.
“Should… Do you want to sit down, and I can get between your legs?”
“If you’re done with this.” He stops and looks at him.
“I like it, I love it, actually, but… I know it’s not gonna end well… if we keep doing it.” Jason admits. He’s starting to get overwhelmed at how much he wants this.
Dick gets off of him immediately, plopping down beside him. “It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”
Jason nods, shifting onto the floor and onto his knees in front of Dick, pushing his legs apart. “You can touch me, just don’t pull my hair?” He doesn’t want it to feel like he’s being pushed down onto him.
“Why would I-- I wouldn’t do that.” He promises.
Jason relaxes at that, waiting to touch him, “You’re okay with me down here?” He looks up at him through his lashes.
“I like you a lot down there.” His face flushes.
Jason runs his hands up his thighs, going over his underwear and feeling him through the fabric. “Feels like it.”
“Uhhhhhh, yeah.”
“...Is this okay?” Jason pauses, making sure he’s not going too far. He wants to see all of him, feel all of him. “I want to take your underwear off.”
“You really want to?” He asks.
Jason nods. “I want to do this. I want to make you feel good… and you can do it to me too, after, if you want?”
“I’m going to ask if you promise me, but I also want you to know that you can change your mind whenever you want.”
“I know.” Jason leans down and kisses Dick’s thigh, right along the edge of his underwear, before slipping them down and off. He stares at his cock and is impressed at how big it is. He’s a little sad that it won’t be going inside him anytime soon.
“Ahh, okay. This is happening?” Dick murmurs.
Jason nods, reaching out and grabbing his cock, stroking it slowly. “I won’t put it in my mouth… yet. Maybe next time~”
“I don’t recommend it.”
Jason tilts his head at him, “You’re not into that?”
“If you don’t want my hands in your hair, I don’t recommend it.” He repeats.
“They can be in my hair, but they can’t be pulling.” Jason tells him, starting a rhythm with the music that’s still playing. He knows that’ll freak him out.
“That’s, uh…risky. Oh my god. You’re amazing.”
Jason smiles, “You’re amazing. Look at you.”
“I’m not doing anything, though.” He points out.
“You’re being you. That’s all it takes, baby.” Jason leans down and kisses his thigh again, slowly moving down toward his knee.
“You- Oh my… I’m not doing anything, you’re doing everything. And it’s great. That’s why you’re amazing. I’ll get you after.”
“Promise?” Jason asks, looking up at him again, unable to stop staring.
“I promise as much as I can.”
Jason speeds up when the song changes. He hopes he’s doing this well, but he’s not got as much experience with handjobs; that’s why he figured it would be safer. And he’s right. He doesn’t feel panicked or like Dick will do anything to him. He trusts him more than he’s ever trusted anyone.
“So good, baby. I want to touch you; my hands are screaming. They want something to do~” He tells him shakily, grinning.
None of this feels real to him. He couldn’t anticipate this happening, to the point that a few months ago, he said over and over that this wouldn’t ever happen. The fact that both of them are comfortable enough for it baffles him.
And Jason is so perfect, it doesn’t help this feel like it’s actually happening.
“Put them on my shoulders or my arms or something then.” Jason says, “It doesn’t look like you’ll take much longer.”
And he knows once Dick gets his hands on him, it won’t be long for him either, considering how hard he is already.
“Excuse you?” He lets his fingertips graze Jason’s arms, trailing from his wrists and along his forearms.
“Look at you~” He coos, leaning down to kiss his legs again. “You want me too much. You’re doing so good.”
“Look at me.”
Jason looks back up at him with love and admiration shining in his eyes, “Why~?”
It’s taken long enough for them to get here. Neither of them could be happier.
“...Maybe you’re right, I’m not going to last long. This is great, I’m so proud of you and I love you so much. So pretty, so nice.”
“I love you more. Anytime you want this, you’ve got it.”
“That’s not true.”
“Well… if I’m busy I’m going to tell you no.” Jason chuckles.
“Or if you don’t want to.”
“Okay, okay. It was supposed to sound nice, don’t be nitpicky.”
“I think that my job is being nitpicky?” He smiles again, watching him intently, every move he makes.
“It’s being annoying.” He grips him tighter.
“Baby, you’re…going to make me…”
“Do it. You’ve got this, sweetheart.” Jason encourages him.
“I mean, it’s not that hard. Ha. Hard.”
“You’re that hard.” Jason agrees.
“That’s my joke. Don’t steal my joke.”
“Mmm~ I think my whole thing is stealing everything you have, actually.” Jason watches his cock, enthralled.
“You and Tim both. Sheesh. Who am I?” He shivers.
“You’re mine. And you’re funny, and smart, and pretty…”
Dick loves hearing that as much as he loves watching him giving him a handjob. His fingers dig a bit into Jason’s skin as he orgasms. “Yeah, sweetheart, don’t stop…”
He keeps up the movement, just slowing down a bit, but the compliments don’t stop. “Perfect and beautiful and stunning…”
“Not me. You.”
He moves his hand off him. “Do you want to do it, or do I need to?” Jason pauses, reaching down for his own hard cock.
“Let me. Please. I want to touch you so, so bad.” He begs.
Jason gets up and sits down beside him on the couch, “Touch me anywhere you want, baby.”
“I can?” His hand immediately hovers over his thighs.
Jason nods excitedly, taking his hand and putting it down on his thigh, smiling. "Anywhere."
Dick bites his lip and slides his hand further up. “I think we might get into an endless loop here.”
"I don't mind that." Jason tells him honestly.
“I wouldn’t mind it with you either.” He runs a hand along Jason’s cock with that same gentle touch.
Jason shivers, leaning back a bit. "Holy shit. Everything you do is so nice.”
“I might not be capable of everything you deserve.”
"Yes, you are. This is more than I've ever... no one gives back." Jason says softly. "This is amazing."
“Nothing makes me happier than you being happy.”
"Really?" Jason asks hesitantly. He's trying to believe this the more Dick says it, but no one's ever cared about that before him.
“Of course. Can you guide me?”
"Don't know how?" Jason rests his hand onto both of Dick's, holding them so he can decide exactly where they should go. He starts lazily guiding him into stroking his cock, not wanting to go too quickly, having the other squeeze his upper thigh.
Dick’s face flushes again. He hides it in Jason’s shoulder. “I just don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”
Jason kisses his head, "You're doing perfect. Are you okay?" He murmurs, thrilled at using him in this way, but ready to stop if it's more than he wants to deal with.
“This hasn’t been so…good...in a long time.”
Dick feels like that word is getting overused.
"Good good good." Jason picks up on it, kissing his head again as he keeps his movements slow despite his racing heart. He doesn't want to speed through this too much. "...I know what you mean. I've never enjoyed this until now."
“I’m not going to say never. And I’m not going to say enjoyed. But I do love this.”
"That's fair... but again, nitpicky. I've enjoyed it before, too."
“Would it be better if I did it myself?”
"Trust me, I like this too. It's kinda nice, getting to choose."
“Once you show me a couple times, if you’re consistent, I’ll know after that. Then I can do it on my own…I just think it’s hot when you guide me.”
He just likes seeing their hands together more than anything. And being entirely sure that he isn’t hurting him or taking this too far, especially with how they’ve been in the past.
"Really?" Jason asks, "I was worried you'd feel submissive doing it." He bites his lower lip, holding back a moan when he speeds up Dick's hand.
“That is not what I meant.”
"God... I love you and your perfect hands." Jason purrs.
“Every bit of you feels so good to me… please let me make you cum.”
"I will, I promise." He assures him, unable to hold back a low moan when it feels good.
“Do you want to? You’re such a good—…you’re doing a good job.”
"I want to... I won't take too long." Jason promises.
“Take as long as you need.” He kisses his neck.
Jason shifts. "I just don't want this to be over so soon."
“Me neither.” He replies breathlessly. He tightens his grip a little.
Jason gasps softly, pleased. "Ohh, shit. That's good."
“Can I kiss you? Your pretty lips…”
Jason nods, "Look up, baby. Let me kiss you."
Dick looks at him, then kisses him firmly. He tries to push down every bit of embarrassment he’s feeling in favor of making Jason have a better time.
And getting to look at him and touch him still. Because it’s amazing.
“You’re baby.” He mumbles.
"Why can't you be baby too?"
“You’re my baby…”
"And you're everything to me." Jason moves one of his hands to push Dick's hair back gently.
“Then say that. Get your own pet name.” He kisses his cheek.
"Sweetheart?" He murmurs. "Nothing conveys how important you are."
“I like that…that sounds nice.”
"Is it perfect enough for you, though?" Jason kisses him again.
“I think so. Does it really matter?” He chuckles.
"It matters to me." He insists, kissing his cheek. "...You matter to me, so much."
Jason resists the urge to thank him repeatedly for this.
He nods quickly, "Yeah, it won't be long, I'm almost done." He kisses him again.
He guides Dick's hand to move faster on him, biting back moans as he cums, so happy with how it went, and happy with how much closer he feels with Dick after this. He relaxes into the couch, slumping onto him a bit. "Can't think, only good vibes."
“Good vibes?” He asks, “I can clean us up.”
Jason nods slowly. "Yeah, we should do that... in a second." He wraps his arm around Dick, not wanting to let him go.
“You’re finally going to really let me help you shower for once.”
"Yeah, if you want. In a minute." He says again.
“Okay…I’ll be patient.”
He is not good at being patient.
Jason sighs, shutting his eyes for just a second to take the moment in. He's so full of... love, and release, and he's never been this happy. He's glad he gets to experience it with someone he cares about.
Dick slowly wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He murmurs, “You did such a good job, baby. I’m proud of you.”
"You did good too... that was so much better than I was expecting, which... sounds bad, but you know."
If anyone gets the trauma, it's him.
Dick just holds onto him at that. It’s not the time to talk about it, maybe later.
He kisses his head. He hopes that they get to do this again, but even if they don’t, that’s okay. This time was amazing enough to carry him through the rest of his life.
End