There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

( he likes the weight. feeling dick against him, knowing it's jason holding him up currently, that if he let go, dick'd--well, he'd catch himself, but he's trusting jason not to let him go. and jason's moaning soft against dick's mouth, barely audible but enough dick can feel it. jason doesn't watch where he's going, not when he's got his full attention on dick, but it doesn't matter. the safehouse is small enough, there's no stairs to cross, he can make it over to his bed with minimal issues. once his shins hit the mattress, jason drops himself forward and down, moving one hand off of dick's thighs so he can press that palm against the mattress beside dick's head.

boxing him in, but not crowding him too much. his knees stay on the bed so he's not pushing all his weight down onto dick, spreading wide enough to make room for dick's own between them if he chooses to lower them from around jason's waist.

grins down at him, once he's pulled himself up enough to look down to him. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but he's working on it. )

You don't want me to wrap my hand around both of us and jack us off together? Or push your thighs together an' get off between 'em? Use you while you're squirming?

( fake confidence, he can do. he's feeling a little more settled now that he's got leverage over dick again, more like he can fake his way through figuring out whatever he's--doing with this. mouthing off has always been one of jason's better talents.

it's just the follow-through he gets nervous with. )