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( pay attention to me, jason had demanded, and he'd meant it. pay attention to him, because he's shit at paying attention to himself. shit at asking for things. shit at opening his mouth and not making a mess out of everything. pay attention to him, because he wants attention - a lot more than he's willing to voice. more than he'll admit to himself half the damn time, too. adrenaline may have loosened his tongue earlier, but now that it's gone he's left - wondering what the hell he's gotten himself into.

it's not that he regrets letting dick in. inviting him over, doing what he did. it's that jason doesn't know where the hell to go from here. he could go over to the couch, climb right on top of dick and push him back against the couch. fuck into his mouth with his tongue and touch him, warm him right back up to where they'd been before.

maybe that would be easier. not to have to bother with words to figure out where the hell they're at, but just shove dick over and do whatever the hell he wants. dick's asking, he wants it still. jason's looking over to dick out of the corner of his eyes, mulling it over. the bed's a little bit of a distance away, which is just fine - they don't need that. dick's asking what jason wants to do, if he wants to come closer, if he wants dick to be the one to bridge the distance. )

You want your bikes up to B's code without B getting his nose into shit, you should bring 'em to me.

( it's an offer. one he's leaving out there, and moving around the coffee table to come up right next to where dick's sitting. considers pushing dick back against the couch so he can climb right onto him, but opts not to. not just yet. stands close by instead, and offers a small, amused grin. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but that's more nerves than anything else. )

If you break my furniture, you're the one who's gonna have to pay to replace it. I know where you keep your funds, don't think I won't take it from you.