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[Wouldn't that have been comforting on one level or another. Instead in this universe he got Wondergirl. There's nothing wrong with having Diana Troy as a best friend, and confidante but it only goes to further his lack of true male companionship. There's literally nothing there until he meets Aqualad, and eventually Hawk, who snatches up his ex- Dove. He and Garth might have kissed once, but that was the entirety of his experience with the male populations. Garth was far too into Donna to make it any further with Dick.

They were all Titans anyway, and Dick screwed them over when he shipped out on his own to take care of Deathstroke and accidentally killed his son Jericho, who'd been an honorary member of the Titans. No one knew that last part exactly until much later, but it was one more thing that Dick fucked up famously. As it is now, he licked over his lips and realized that there was something that was going to go down here, and Dick was obviously only vaguely in charge of that.

The bite to his collarbone does the opposite of making Dick protest. It has him banging his head against the wall, and moaning in frustration because he can't return the move. Instead he reaches up and swipes his finger through the blood and smears it over Jason's lips. Lapping over those lips, he bites his way into Jason's mouth, and tangles up their flavors. He'll have them both together one way or another.

His body fights not to push into the hand that feeds it as he drinks down Jay's mouth, fucking it the way he wished he was fucking his body. He breaks to take his mouth back and reaches up and back, gripping that space at the back of Jason's neck.] I can walk if you can. I know you may look comfortable, but you're not. You know I want your mouth around me, but if I can't touch you, put my mouth all over you in any way, there's no way I'm going to let you have that control over me.

[But fuck if he doesn't want to shove his cock down those full lips, and hang onto that head as he does so. He wants every inch of everything he can get from Jason. It's not fair to have and not return is all he can think, and that's not the type of lover that Dick is. He's selfish in so many things, but sex is not one of them.]

"It's not that I don't want it, because I do, but I want you too."

"Fuck. You make it feel so good though, you're so good at that. You really know how to touch me. Don't ever doubt that."

[reneger]

( neither of them really want jason to get into his experiences. he wasn't joking when he said he doesn't have time for that shit, that there's too much going on, that every time he's tried to get into a relationship, it's ended up fucking his partner over in more ways than one. doesn't even need to be romantic, all of his friendships have ended that way, too. and this is probably a real bad time to dig into the whole, i saw a multiverse where bruce was a literal vampire when he was traveling along with donna, and a dick had been there, and he'd gotten all kinds of fucked up. definitely not the time when he's got dick's blood on his tongue and his tongue in jason's mouth. not that he's complaining any; if the soft sighs and moans passing his lips and into dick's are anything to go by, he's got no complaints at all for how this is going.

it'd be a hell of a lot nicer, if dick would let jason sink down to his knees. the post-orgasm clarity might knock a little more sense into dick, and more than that - getting him off'd feel great. but dick said no, even if he hadn't quite used that word, and jason's removing his hand. presses into another hard kiss, before taking a step back. doesn't dislodge dick's hold any; if he wants to stay wrapped around jason, jason's not going to tell him no, but he's the one who said he's not doing jack shit here, so. jason can give him the space to pull out if he feels the need to.

doesn't mean he's going to shut up any though. )

I'd let you fuck my mouth, y'know. ( voice low, almost gravely, and the smirk's still sitting clear as day on his lips. ) Let you dig your fingers into my hair and pull me where you want me 'til you come down my throat. You'd have all the control. Hold me down 'til I'm choking on your cock if you wanna, I won't pull off.

( even if he's pulling away now. )

Or we can meet back up at one of my safehouses.

( they'd have to take separate rides; red hood can't be seen towing around dick grayson. it'd been--intentional on his part. an escape route if he decides he needs it. )

[cohero]

You can go down on me only if we go to one of your safehouses after. I won't be the only one who gets off. You have to swear to me. Can you do that?

[It's a physical pain in Dick's gut when Jason pulls away. Dick knew beyond every shadow of a doubt that all of this, any of this would be a bad idea, and he's already feeling the affects from it. It would be even worse to let orgasms happen with those lips, and that mouth folded around his cock. Knowing that Dick would have that sort of power, is any man's wet dream. Saying no is as hard as it is allowing his leg to slip down the curve of Jay's spine over that perfect little bump of an ass and back to the floor.

It leaves the only point of contact Dick's fingers behind Jason's neck. He unfurls those and stretches them out. Apparently he'd been holding on with a death grip, like the younger male might suddenly up and disappear from his hold. He's from another dimension, there's no telling how portals work. They could eat away a person like a ghost. It could happen.

Not that Dick imagines that's the case here. His lips ache for another taste, but at least there's a mark on his shoulder, one he can disgustingly press his fingers into day after day to remember. ]

Fuck me. I can't believe I'm doing any of this. I want it, I want you. Your mouth is a dream, and I honestly can't wait to taste your come, to see what I've been missing all these years.

[reneger]

( at least his neck doesn't bruise easily, because fingerprints on the back of it'd sure be fun to explain. dick slowly unwinds from around him, which--gives jason plenty of space he could just walk away. leave dick wanting, he had essentially asked jason to step off earlier. to not let this happen here, because dick wants more. for a moment, he considers it. considers pulling dick up and off of the door and letting himself on out, leave him worked up after all the trouble dick went through to find him here. see just how determined he is; jason had told him he'd have to work for it, though not necessarily this part.

instead, jason's waiting until the grip on his neck has loosened entirely, then dropping down hard onto his knees on the floor just in front of dick. the knees of his pants are padded, he's used to taking significantly harder falls, this is no big deal. and the fact it leaves him looking up dick with a toothy grin, mask still covering his eyes - well, that just makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?

both hands raise this time, tugging and pulling at dick's pants to get them loose so he can push them down his hips. not off, just down enough, even while jason's leaning forward to nose at dick's cock through his pants.

there's no promise of going to one of his safehouses after, not vocally. instead, he just opens his mouth and keeps talking. )

You started it, y'know. Getting all bitchy and jealous when trying to snoop into my sex life.

[cohero]

[At this point, it might have been preferable to the hell that Dick would face when everything else went south eventually. The intelligent creature within him is screaming for him to do the same. Dick is willing his body, his legs, anything to move at this point. It would be painful, but at least he won't have fallen into the trap of letting himself be pulled under some emotional booby-trap, left by one that's craving a type of attention they both might want, but not in the same manner.

With that first tug, Dick starts to grapple for his pants. He hasn't heard the words he needs, the reassurance, but the hands that pull against him are stronger and he knows it. It irks him that while Dick could twist away, maneuver out of position-- it's the one thing he doesn't want to do right now. Movement like that, is something he can't bring himself to manage.

Cursing under his breath, he stands there with his cock heavy and erect. It's leaking terribly with all the prospect they'd been talking and the kisses. It didn't take much for Jason to have Dick reacting. Why would it. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and leans harder against the door, listening to solid wood creak against his weight. ]

That's not how I... I mean. Fuck. I was hoping that you had found a semblance of happiness in some life. I didn't know things were. I didn't think you'd... know.

[Dick banged a fist against the wall. If only he hadn't given himself away, this would have been so much easier.]

[reneger]

( jason doesn't like the way that's worded. the hoping you found some semblance of happiness. dick's eyes are closed, so he likely misses the way his nose scrunches up in response, mouth a hard line for just a few moments before his expression evens out again. hands drop to rest against dick's thighs, thumbs pressing against skin just above where he's yanked pants down to, and jason - waits.

head tipped back to look up to dick and mouth dangerously close to the cock right in front of him but not touching it. he's breathing close enough that he's sure dick can feel it, which is fully intentional. he wants dick to feel him. to know how close jason is. wants him to look down at him, now that he's schooled his expression into something a lot - cockier. there's the smirk curling up the corners of his lips, lips which he's parting to lick at his upper lip before he speaks up. )

's your call, Dick. ( jason's not looking in front of him, he's looking up to his face. intentionally ignoring what he'd gone down here for to begin with. ) I can still get back up. Tell me what you want.

( he can leave. put the hood back on and walk right on out. be an asshole, a tease, or let dick follow him back home for more. considering he's already got his dick out (ha), jason figures he'll likely bend and ask for something else. )

[cohero]

[Leave it to Dick to screw up his wording when he's only trying to say a kind word. It comes from his heart, the only one he has and knows how to work-- and he has no idea of Jay's reaction to it. It's probably something that his Jason would take and feel some way about since Dick was always such an asshole to him growing up. Constantly trying to make up for his mistakes with little notes of thoughtfulness are Dick's nod toward what he knows, not what's in front of him.

It's a stranger with a deadly bite in front of him that he shouldn't be doing this with, but he hasn't said no yet. There's no movement still. There's only that hot breath as it pours over his cock, running up and down the shaft. He can feel blood disseminate making it jump and bang against his stomach, yelling for attention. If he was anywhere else, he'd have had a hand to it by now. Fuck, Dick is still sorely tempted to at least run a few fingers around it.

It might alleviate some of the pressure, and maybe that the horrible temptation of those dark orbs that are barely visible beyond the mask. That temptation that curls into every fractured part of his mind and weaves its tantric spell so very well until all that remains is for Dick to give in, give up.]

Do it.

[The words croak out from very dry lips, and a mouth gone drier still. Dick knows now, as he's always known, he's weak for this with a weak soul. How can he look down at Jason on his knees, kneeling there with his mouth so pretty looking back at him. Reaching out, Dick runs his fingers through Jason's hair several times, brushing it back from his face, a face that makes Dick's heart beat triple as he gazes at it.]

Take the fucking mask off. I want to see your eyes. I want to see you when I fuck your pretty mouth. I'm not letting any anonymous stranger put their mouth on me, I'm fucking you and I want to know it. I want to see all of it.

[reneger]

( they're different, himself and the jason that dick is used to. different in their builds, different in their hair, in the way their mouths curve - but there's plenty of similarities, too. dick presses his fingers through thick black hair that's beginning to curl towards the ends but isn't quite long enough to start fluffing up with them. there's the white streak of hair that falls just over his forehead that dick's pushing back and jason's--leaning into it. hums softly at the gentle pets and lets himself enjoy it for the moment. he heard dick tell him to do it, he'll get there in a moment.

after he pulls off his domino mask, too. it sticks to the skin around his eyes a little, pulling skin taut as the spirit gum on his face comes away from skin; most of it stays on the mask, but not all of it. jason lowers his gaze towards dick's cock for a moment, moves one of his hands off of dick's thigh so he can instead wrap fingers around the base of his erection. gives it a dry stroke as his eyes raise back up to dick's, slate blue meeting brown.

the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins, amusement clear on his face and jason - opens his mouth, still keeping his eyes on dick. lowers his head without looking away, using the hand he'd wrapped around dick's length to guide himself forward and down onto it. his tongue sticks out before he takes dick into his mouth, flat of it pressing against the underside of his erection as he slowly, slowly sinks down. he's not going to stop, not until he's got dick pressing against the back of his throat, and even then - jason pauses long enough to swallow, to readjust himself, before sinking lower. slowly lowers his hand as his mouth follows it down.

no need to go slow, they've only got so long before people wonder what the hell they're doing back here. )

[cohero]

[A laser like gaze stays melted downward, watching slowly as the permission he gave comes into fruition. It's a tear in the lining of Dick's stomach, an agonizingly haphazard rip that feels like it's pulling him in two. It starts there in his gut and tendrils reach for his brain and heart all at once, while it's his cock that has rule over everything. Whiting out the pain, in lieu of what might be, Dick silences everything in favor of those hauntingly blue eyes that meet his own whiskey brown.

Gasping when Jason's fingers finally ring around Dick's beating shaft, Dick does his best not to back out of the entire situation right away. He's got seconds before those amused eyes damn him to the basic tenants of hell and he never gets any part of his soul back again-- and then it's over. Wet lips, and an even wetter mouth closes in around his cock and Dick feels his legs go week. All he can think about is that Jason is here with that beautiful shock of white hair, and his incredibly body drinking down every single minuscule morsel of his cock and enjoying it.

They don't have to be the same, because the shift is slowly being made as the two patterns mix before Dick's eyes. He'll learn soon enough. He already knows the attitude and life is beyond different, the physique is different, the eyes, the mouth, the body and still Dick can't help himself. He lets it happen. He lets his whole self fall into this easy addiction. Dick can feel that knock when the tip of his cock hits the back of Jay's throat, and he moans softly, gripping the hair in his fingers, but then it continues slightly around the bend. "Jesus, Fuck, Jay. That's it. Fucking hell, baby."

Dick has to hold it there for a few seconds. He's never felt anything like this before physically. He may not be the biggest cock out there, but no one has taken him beyond before, no one has kissed his body like this. "God damn." He breathes, adjusts and pulls Jason back to let him breathe and then pushes his hips forward into that dark cavern again. Dick's not used to this power. He's a natural giver in bed, and doing this isn't something that's normal, but it feels so damn good. The tongue, the lips-- Jay goes all in, he wasn't lying.

[reneger]

( jason is a liar.

he'll open his mouth and damn everyone in the whole room along with him with his words. he'll make them hurt, lace in poison with every single syllable. he's good at it, which is also why he knows that for their crew? it's always the truth that hits the hardest. he's hurt bruce more with honesty than he ever has with lies, and dick's no different. even this one. but he isn't aiming for hurt this time, even if he's put himself in a great position to.

no, he's wrapping his lips around dick, swallowing him down. lets dick's hand in his hair be what positions him, shoulders going lax as he gives up control. he could move, shift his head back enough to suck in a breath; the hold on him is strong, but it's not enough to really keep jason in place if he decided he wanted out of it. the hand that isn't still staying close to his lower lip moves to press against dick's hip. palm against bare skin, and fingers curling in enough to hold onto him. he's not pushing, not pulling, just - enjoying being able to hold onto him. it's steadying.

cheeks hollow out, and jason's focusing on dick rather than the burn in his lungs that signals he likely needs to take in a breath sometime soon. it's been a while since he's done anything quite like this, but muscle memory's a handy thing to have to lean back on. it's - well, it's not fucking comfortable being down on his knees like this, having a cock pressing down his throat, but it's hot as hell. jason's legs spread a little under him, dropping the hand he'd had below his mouth down between his legs when dick pulls him back. breathes through his nose, eyes closing. his throat convulses when dick presses back in, but jason's swallowing around him instead of following the instinctive urge to pull back. moans around the cock in his mouth and shifts his body forward, palm pressing hard against his jeans over the cup, as if that little bit of friction it gives would do much of anything for him.

let you dig your fingers into my hair and pull me where you want me, he'd promised. and jason's doing exactly that: remaining lax, letting dick decide when he's able to get a breath in, when he wants to press deep, roll hips into jason's mouth. dick's got the big, bad red hood down on his knees in front of him, armor still on, waiting for dick to do with him as he pleases. )

[cohero]

[There's every opportunity now and in the future for Jay to slice through Dick with truth. It most certainly wouldn't be the first time he's had his wrists slit by it. Dick knows himself inside and out and has actually gotten better at doing that thing called admitting the truth to himself in the past few months.

He knows this, this action he's taken here; this is a deadly sin, a carnal knowledge that no person should have found out about him and giving it to the very person on their knees in front of him-- Dick knows it to be a grave mistake. That's why his body offers no solace, beyond the obscene pleasure of feeling the tiny friction of a male's chin scrape the underside of his cock when lips curl too far inward once or twice, oh and maybe the most basal knowledge of what it's like to be taken inside a mouth that seems made to drink him down like this.

There it is, a feeling Dick's never felt before. He's never known anyone to do the things that are being done to him, the way they are. Even the positioning of Jay's body says complete and utter submission and surrender, no matter what lie it may be. It bugs Dick on a primal level, honestly. Maybe if he knew him better it would be easier to do this, to take this and tell Jay what a fucking good little cocksucker he was, but the words stick like flypaper in his throat, twisting dry and catching every sweet thing he wants to say.

Tension travels his shoulders, his arms; a phlebotomists dream, where adrenaline forces veins to score them along with his wrists due to the way they grip so tightly to the threads of hair they have wrapped around calloused digits. The quality of pleasure pulls dick's sac tight and makes his legs want to quiver. It's quick and easy to let him lose himself in how easy it is to get off when it's been so long. Honestly, for all Dick's game and talk, Dick hasn't touched his own cock since he left Kory. He's been working so hard on himself that he's tried to hold back. Another reason they're here in this particular position.

Dropping a hand from Jason's hair, Dick pulls Jason all the way back and lets him take a deep breath. He bites his lip and knows that it's not going to be much longer. All the sounds, the moans and the way he can tell that Jay's having trouble controlling his own desire-- it all presses Dick's resolve. He wipes a bit of saliva from Jay's lip and licks it off his finger before pulling him back, holding his cock out to Jay one more time. "I'm gonna come soon. You're really fucking good." He whispers, and begins to let Jason's body take his cock as he rolls against the expert lips in rapture. Dick moans and then his breath catches, and his body stiffens, and he shoves himself hard and deep, several times over down Jay's throat, spilling long ropes of white as far down as he can on a cry of Jason's name, until Dick can't give any more and falls backwards against the door to hold him. ]

[reneger]

( they're all controlling assholes. maybe it's bred through the rigorous training bruce puts all his robins through, the need to know everything, be in control of every situation, to not let anyone catch them off guard. maybe it's just because of the kinds of brats bruce likes to pick up: stubborn, unwilling to relent, overly paranoid to the point they're usually running circles around each other. jason would argue he's used to his grayson being slightly less bad than the rest of them. that he, steph, and duke all grew up in the shittiest corners of gotham, that damian's a trained assassin and was stuck with the al ghuls his whole goddamn childhood. that tim's - a paranoid asshole by nature and always has been, but dick's always been brighter.

this dick is - older, jason hasn't figured out yet why he feels a little darker, but he'll get there. he's not as much of a detective as some of them, but he's still damn good at it. he'll dig into all of dick's dark crevices, figure out just what makes him tick. how he can push him just right.

without the blow jobs. though this seems to be doing a good job of it all on it's own, if the way dick's handling him has anything to say about it. and it does feel good, to let go a little. to give dick control, to see just what he does with it. jason shudders when fingers pull hard on his hair, giving a pleased little groan around the cock in his mouth to let dick know just how much he likes it. doesn't say a word when dick pulls him back and lets him take a breath, and instead focuses on breathing. on giving his jaw a break for a moment, before dick's pressing up against his mouth once more and jason's pressing the flat of his tongue against the head of his cock, wrapping it around the frenulum as best as he can before dick pushes forward and jason's mouth is opening wide around him once more.

rolls hips forward and down into his palm to the same pace dick's pushing deep into his mouth, muffled moans and soft sounds vibrating against the cock in his mouth when he isn't swallowing hard around him to try and push back the urge to gag. dick moans, shoves himself forward until jason's pressed as close as he physically can be, and jason knows what that means.

uses the hand he's got on dick's hip to wrap it around him, pulling him in close as he tips his head back with dick's cock still in his mouth, eyes opening to watch him as he comes. it strains his throat a little more, but fuck if it isn't worth it. jason's swallowing around dick as best he can, lips pressing together hard at the base of his erection and keeping him in deep until dick's falling backwards. pulls back nice and slow, until just the head of his cock is still in his mouth and tongues along it for another few moments, humming softly.

pulls off with a pop before dipping his head down to lick him base-to-tip. when he does speak up finally, his voice is fucked out, hoarse, )

An' here you wanted to go someplace else first.

[cohero]

[It might be strange to find that this Dick doesn't have all the siblings that Jay does. All he knows of so far is Jay and a hint of Tim. They've barely let Tim hold his first stick and have no idea what a technological genius he's going to become. Although, the work that Dick's done with the younger titans turned him into a dad-like figure pretty quickly. He pulled the team together and fought to keep them together through several extremely pressure filled missions that he normally might have run from. They are an extreme weakness of his, obviously-- because that's where he and Jason came to know one another, where he had to push and sway until this all came to a head.

In a very literal sense. If the way things look right now count. Hopefully Dick can dig into as many crevices and body tells as Jay does before he ends up offering up all of his cards before it's too late. It'll be an interesting show and tell either way. Already is. Dick can't believe the way Jay's eyes seem to glaze over as they stare up at him while he comes. The man himself can barely see through the bright-white of his body's finest ecstasy to stare at the man who's offering it.

Although, nothing beyond a tanker's grenade could pull him from watching after while Jason tongues around him. A blanket of shivers forces his skin to prickle once more and a moan is forced from between his vocal chords when those lips pop off and offer one final agreement with Dick's softening and completely over-sensitive prick. ]

Fuck me. You are the sexiest man I have ever had the pleasure to know. In case I want to yell at you later. I'm telling you now.

[Dropping to his own knees, Dick yanks Jason in and plunders that fucked out mouth, supping from the lather of his seed and Jay's own flavors. He licks in and all but gobbles Jason down whole, needy and moaning as he does. His hands yank the other close, knowing that this won't last but he has to take a little for himself before it's all gone. He takes the underside of Jason's jaw and bites, sucking lightly-- he would leave a mark, but figures Jay won't let him. He'd leave his mark all over the other male, but Dick can only hope that they will have time for that later.]

Does that mean I still get to follow you out of here?

[reneger]

( dick drops down and jason's - still catching his breath, still trying to swallow away the ache in his throat, but he doesn't complain when dick pulls him forward into a kiss. drops his own down to press gloved fingers against dick's thigh as he leans into it, giving a soft hum in the back of his throat when dick pulls off to start biting at his jawline.

he's going to need several, uneventful moments to try and coax himself to soften after that, because walking like this is going to be awkward as hell. especially when there's a whole crowd of people out there expecting red hood to walk out after potentially doing business with the guy he'd yanked into the backroom, not - not let the guy fuck his mouth up against the door. ah, well. jason's always been the rebel, the one who loves pushing boundaries and seeing just how hard he can shove before it goes too far. this is no different.

fingers tighten on dick's thigh as he gives a soft, pleased moan at the teeth digging into his skin, before jason's pressing against his thigh and pushing off of him, trying to get himself back up to his feet. )

Depends. You think you can keep up?

( tongue pressing against his lower lip to where dick had mauled him before, and jason's--grabbing onto his discarded domino mask, shoving it into his jacket pocket. it's mostly for dramatics, and he's putting his hood back on here in a minute anyway. no domino needed. )

'cause I sure as hell ain't slowing down for you, Dickie. You lose sight of me out there, I ain't telling you which safehouse I'm in.

( it's a challenge. probably slightly less convincing with how fucked jason's voice is, but some things just can't be helped. they both know they can't leave here at the same time, and definitely not in the state they're in. and jason's not leaving last. )

[cohero]

[Keeping up has never been a fear of Dick's. He's always been steps ahead of everyone, and that's where his problems always end up biting him in the ass. Communicating the steps was never his strong suit. Perhaps Jay thinks that he's going to be the first one leaving the room. Then again, Dick isn't the one that's got any troubles walking at the moment. Granted, Jay could take him out-- but then there would be the lack of challenge to come.

Licking over his lips, Dick savors the last vestiges of Jason. He only wishes he had a smidge of the rest of him to taste to see what it's like to mix blood, sweat and come together. Maybe it makes him slightly twisted, considering he's never even had a blow job from a male before-- but it all feels different when it comes to jay. The cravings are different. They're even different from the cravings that Dick has for Jason. He'd expect them to be the same, but already they're very separate individuals in his head. Individuals that are slowly becoming more and more distinct with every second he spends with Jay.

Running fingers through his hair, Dick slicks it back to make it look like he's been frustrated as they talked and put hands through the thick dark locks one too many times. He rolled his lips inward and did his best to draw the blood out of his overly kiss swollen lips, enjoying the small bit that Jason took from him.]

Keeping up isn't what I'm worried about. I'm wondering how you plan on getting out of here before me with that boner you got in your cup. I'm leaning against the door, and I don't have to wait for mine. Someone graciously relieved me of it.

[reneger]

Easy. I'll just punch you real hard first, knock you out, give myself--ten, fifteen minutes, an' then take off.

( a carefully, well-thought out plan, clearly. not that he's - intending on doing that. instead, jason's closing his eyes, staying down on the ground while he takes a few deep breaths. drags his tongue over his upper row of teeth and tries to focus on every unattractive thing he can think of. it's not going to be the most comfortable walk he's ever gone on, but it's far from the worst.

his hand raises, shoving fingers through his own hair to push it back and away from his forehead. reaches for his belt where he'd attached the hood and pulls it off so he can put it back on over his head. no need to hide how fussed his hair is or how red his mouth is, hood takes care of that just fine. a hand moves forward, palm pressing against dick's shoulder as jason uses that hold to push himself back up onto his heels, and then up his feet from there.

widens his stance a little, and raises a hand to fuss with the side of the hood. re-engages locks, makes sure the voice modulator is functional. sucks in a breath deep enough his chest raises with it, visibly pulling red hood back together. )

Fall back. ( the only warning dick's getting, before jason's raising a steel-toed boot and shoving his heel, hard, into the door just above dick's shoulder. )

[cohero]

[Yep, that sounds about right. At least Dick had thought about that happening as well. In the same manner, he figured that it wasn't going to be what happened. The thing is, Dick stands there and waits. He lets Jay take his time to get suited back up and adjust everything about himself. Dick even plucks a bit of weird looking hair from the corner of the hood so that there's no question he's completely in charge of himself.

There should be a disconnect now, now that Jay's back in an outfit that stretches a divide between them. It's not one that's so hard for this Dick to bother with as much as it should be, and he knows that. It bothers him a little, but maybe that's a bit of sludge still running around inside him from his time in the pit. There's no real telling what it left behind, beyond PTSD.

Fuck. Jay still looks so sexy like this and Dick knows that he's sunk. Those two words give Dick seconds to act and he could easily have moved, but he doesn't until the foot crashes next to his head. The door gives way and then and only then does Dick step to the side, calmly and smoothly so that Jason can leave first. Scanning the room, Dick spies the closest way out and the quickest way to his bike.

Once Jay leaves, he counts to five and heads out the door, and straight out to the street, flipping down the stairs and onto his bike. There are taillights in the distance he knows belong to Jason. If he can get a tiny bit closer he can throw a tracker on him. Dick could have easily placed one on Jay in the room, but it wouldn't have been fun or fairplay. This way is both. ]

[reneger]

( the door breaks right off it's hinges, which jason feels a little bad about, but, hey, if he can't be dramatic then what's the point? as soon as he's got the bar's attention turned towards him, he's rolling his shoulders back and shoving his hands into his pockets. walking with a hard-on? uncomfortable, especially given the damn cup. but he makes it look easy, sauntering his way back out into the crowd with a limp that's only noticeable if you're really paying attention to his gait. most people don't, they pay attention to the bat on his chest, the hood, which is what he's aiming for here.

a quick stop by the bar, and jason pulls out a brown leather wallet. it doesn't carry any form of ID in it, but plenty of cash and a few black cards without visible names. not that the names programmed into the cards are real anyway, but keeping up the aesthetic is important. he doesn't go for the cards, but instead reaches for the cash. pulls out a few large bills and sets them down on the bar on his way past. )

For the mess. Call me if they give you any shit again, Sandra. This's Red Hood turf. ( the last bit's said loud enough to make sure everyone damn well knows it. he doesn't wait for sandra's response and intentionally rams his shoulder into a few hooligans on his way to the front door. making a scene on his way back out to his bike. it's red, loud, hard to miss because jason generally doesn't want to be missed. he wants people to know he's coming for them. wants them to be afraid. it's a little less convenient now, when he's throwing a leg over it and shifting hips forward a bit to try and readjust himself without actually reaching his hand down. no one can see the way his lips twist into a displeased scowl, nor the discomfort in his expression when he shifts back again and - starts up the bike.

takes off away from the bar. his safehouse is several miles away; jason goes for one that's a bit of a distance away to give himself time to calm down on the way. letting dick grayson be caught following him is less than ideal, so he takes a less crowded path, goes down alleys, and intentionally makes it a little harder than necessary to follow him, while also giving dick some cover so no one's going on twitter posting pics of him following after some murderous asshole in a mask. )

[cohero]

[It takes Dick a while to figure out which streets Jay is leading him down and around. He knows for a fact that they aren't going straight to the safe house, which is most certainly smart in Dick's mind. It would be stupid to do anything that brazen after the scene they both made at the bar. Dick hadn't meant for the door to break off the hinges, but they were having a minor pissing contest and the door happen to be collateral damage. Luckily after his surveillance of the scene, Dick noticed the bartender stuffing cash in their pocket.

It was good enough, he figured. They were done and paid for and the time in the back room was taken care of too. They might as well have rented out a room across the street by the hour, and got bed bugs for it. Flying down the streets catching flashes of red, as he goes Dick holds tight to his dark blue ride that is even darker in the evening, not nearly as flashy because he doesn't need to be seen-- as he chases down Jay.

Most of his brain is on hold still, all giving way to the fire burning in his veins. A tiny part of him screams to turn back, to head back to his place and forget that this happened. Dick, being stupid and vulnerable argues with that voice that he owes Jay now, and he won't have that on the table. Not to mention the rapid flashes of Jay's mouth wide and sliding over his cock keep replaying on repeat in his filthy mind. It's taken over the bat and body as his punishment. Now it's the knowledge of the secret he's given up. ]

[reneger]

( he loses visibility of dick, for a little while. figures for a moment that maybe he'd lost him, and maybe it's better that way - until his sleek dark bike shows up again after jason's been traveling down a straight alley for a little while. the heavy beat of his heart really fucks him over; he doesn't want to be excited about it, but he is. at least they're far enough away that there's no way in hell dick's catching onto that reaction; the thrum of excitement that races through him when he realizes he hasn't lost dick after all.

it's another few turns before jason's bike pulls into a very small garage door that looks like it's attached to the side of an abandoned warehouse; there's a for sale sign tacked to the door along with a phone number, but the number leads to an office that promises paperwork only to send it nowhere. because the inside of the warehouse makes it very clear it's not abandoned: motion sensor lights turn on as jason drives his bike in, showing a large, empty space just inside. there's another couple bikes up against the walls; one without tires that's up on a hydraulic lift that's clearly being worked on, the other with a fresh coat of black paint on it and a toolbox just beside it. jason parks his bike far enough inside the door to make room for dick's, if he manages to get there in time before the door closes behind jason. and jason - swings his leg off the bike. looks out to the space to the side where he keeps his bikes: there's a frame up on one of the walls full of knives, swords, and other fun pointy toys. another frame with a few of his favorite guns in it, a large bed pushed up against the wall, a dresser beside it, and the alarm system on the wall which jason's approaching so he can turn it off before it starts setting off every other security measure he's spent a significant amount of time meticulously setting up. )

[cohero]

[Every now and again Dick picks the wrong side street, but the visibility is good enough that he catches flashes of red that clue him in to where he's going and he follows along. The closer he gets the more anticipation knots up his system. He already had his cock in Jay's mouth, what's more to be anxious about. Plenty. He tells himself, but he still follows Jason into the parking garage. He pulls in slow, looking around as he does. It's not a bad little safehouse as far as they go. He's got a good set up.

Already noting the security, Dick continues the sweep before even pulling off his helmet. The wall makes him smile, even the gun portion. It's neat and full of fun toys that would make training enjoyable, and work even more enjoyable. Dick may not use the lethal toys as he thinks of them, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate them for what they are and that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use them if need ever arises. At least he's not ignorant. That would be a disservice to them all.

Finally there's the tiny little living portion. Nodding, Dick pulls his helmet off and shakes out his hair. Climbing off his bike, he walks over to the other bikes-- the works in progress.]

Not bad. You keeping this one stealth, or going to dress her up as well?

[Dick slides a finger over the seat, not wanting to mess with the paint job considering how fresh it smells. He wanders over to the wall of toys and begins to look over the knives and swords until Jason decides to join him, or move somewhere beyond the security system.]

[reneger]

( they're on jason's turf now. not out and about, not where anyone can easily find them now that he's gone through and reset the security system. the shift is obvious: when jason goes from stiff-shouldered to slouching over a little more comfortably as he removes the hood and sets it down on top of a nearby bookshelf. shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up on one of the wall hooks.

the tips of his ears are red, confidence from before replaced with something more - nervous. it's one thing when jason's antagonizing dick on purpose, pushing his buttons because he knows he can. it's another entirely when he's not pushing dick into walls in seedy bars and is instead - standing in his own safehouse, watching dick examine his shit. )

She's my day rider. ( for when he's not going out as red hood, when he's using one of numerous aliases that aren't his name, because jason's used to being legally dead. jason todd hasn't existed for him since he was fifteen, which is just fine with him. it doesn't necessarily answer dick's question, but he's sure he can read between the line: it's not meant to be attention-grabbing.

jason walks away from the panel he'd been working on, leans down to start undoing the gun holsters strapped to his thighs. )

[cohero]

[Even though they'd been alone at the bar, Jason had stood taller, had been more interested in being in Dick's space, challenging his moves and digging into the little crevices of weaknesses he found. Now that they've returned to a more neutral space Dick finds the change enlightening. The attraction is still there, how could it not be. There's both personalities running beneath the surface, dancing for control, but this is the one that lives day to day, even if the other peeks out to push and prod when it needs to.

Dick follows the line of weapons along the wall to the bed and glances around for other seating. If he finds it, that's where he settles down, if not-- then it's all about the bed. It's only a means to finding some place to relax after all the tension he's worked through. While getting an earthshattering blowjob might not sound like something that creates tension, it certainly worked a few rocks into Dick's back and shoulders seconds after he came.

That's how he knows that he shouldn't be here, but it doesn't matter because Dick doesn't listen to the common sense in his head the majority of the time. He told himself that he would after the pit, but apparently the little voice in his head is easy to silence with a bit of pretend toilet paper shoved between his ears. ]

She's pretty, makes sense. I've got one as well, but she's in for a tune-up.

[Eyes follow Jason as he moves, and watch carefully as he removes the weapons from his body. It's always a small chore dressing down after being out. Dick knows the process well, at least how it goes from his end. He imagines that Jason carries enough gear on him to do the job equally as well, especially since he's been doing it solo a lot longer. ]

[reneger]

( 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. )

sorry if the brain is a little off, but I need writing to focus on for semblance of sanity. Forgive.

[cohero]

[The one that his Jason keeps is quite a bit tighter, and barely fits two bodies side by side. Dick stayed there for a few days and this conquers that by leaps and bounds. Besides, Dick's got his own rough and tumbles in various locations and stations all over the city as well. Jay was lucky that he Dick let him into his own space as well. It was a vulnerability that Dick didn't share with many. He bought up that top floor and roof under an assumed name, and while it was a large purchase it was hardly down by the ritz.

Settling down on the rattletrap couch, Dick sinks back and wonders for a second if it'll eat him when he reaches the back. He pushes forward and leans on his knees, eyes swiping the place trying not to make Jay as nervous as he seems. He can't blame him. It takes trust to let a stranger into one of his safe houses, even if he has another, picking up and moving is a pain in the ass.

Dick makes a silent promise to himself that while he wants a whole hell of a lot of things, he doesn't want to make it so that he'll leave Jason without his space. Shoving out a long breath, Dick fingers through his own hair again and glances up at Jason when he's stripped down. He wants to pull him over into a kiss, into something that brings them back on level again, and wonders if in this space it's on him to do it. After all, he was the one who was told to pay attention.

He also doesn't want to get hit, emotionally or physically. Both hurt.]

You do a good job. I let the old garage fix it, but I'll bring it to you if you want. You know more about cycles. If you want. We can strike up some deal that suits, I'm sure.

[Tipping his head to the side, Dick looks him over.]

Need a drink before you come over here, or am I going to have to come over there.