( there's a desk chair settled in front of a large desk holding a ratty laptop - this isn't his best safehouse, just the one he's currently been stowing away in - and a second-hand couch up against another wall with a coffee table in front of it. the coffee table is where the gun holsters go, guns still clipped in. the safety's on, jason's not worried about them any. the knife holsters in his boots go next, also left on the coffee table for the moment. the jacket he stripped is where he keeps most of his toys, knives sewn into the sides, hidden pockets holding smoke pellets, wire, extra clips for when he runs low on the clips he has stored on his holsters. there's the kris dagger, strapped to the back of his belt which is the next thing he removes and also puts down on the coffee table.
it leaves jason mostly disarmed. there's still the kevlar armor, the heavy boots that are significantly looser now that he's removed the holsters from them, but the rest is mostly just - jason.
jason, who's taking his gloves off and finally running fingers through his hair to fix the strands dick had been yanking on earlier. combs it back to smooth out tangles.
tries not to think too hard on the whole, dick followed him here after jason let him fuck his mouth bit. if he doesn't think about it, he can maintain at least acting casual even if he does have dick in a space that's very clearly jason's. he's not big on sharing, is even less big on letting people know where he likes to hunker down at night or when he's fucked up. having dick's hands on his head guiding him forward as he pushed down his throat is no big deal, letting dick chill out in one of his private spaces is something else entirely. )
Could've called me. I fix up my own.
( not quite an offer, but not not one either. jason's handy, especially with all things that go vroom. )
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it leaves jason mostly disarmed. there's still the kevlar armor, the heavy boots that are significantly looser now that he's removed the holsters from them, but the rest is mostly just - jason.
jason, who's taking his gloves off and finally running fingers through his hair to fix the strands dick had been yanking on earlier. combs it back to smooth out tangles.
tries not to think too hard on the whole, dick followed him here after jason let him fuck his mouth bit. if he doesn't think about it, he can maintain at least acting casual even if he does have dick in a space that's very clearly jason's. he's not big on sharing, is even less big on letting people know where he likes to hunker down at night or when he's fucked up. having dick's hands on his head guiding him forward as he pushed down his throat is no big deal, letting dick chill out in one of his private spaces is something else entirely. )
Could've called me. I fix up my own.
( not quite an offer, but not not one either. jason's handy, especially with all things that go vroom. )