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[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.

♡

[reneger]

( 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.

[cohero]

[Those words had replayed non-stop in Dick's head since he heard them. They were what pushed him to keep going every time he knew he should stop. They were the hope in the back of his head. They were the soft plea of someone who really wanted something. It was the way that they came across that did Dick in completely and he knew it. It honestly didn't take Dick long to decide that he was going to be what Jason needed if he could. It scared the shit out of him, and he knew that he'd be hurt and torn up, but sometimes pain was worth what came across the finish line. It wasn't like he hadn't died to a life before.

If Jason had come over and treated Dick like a slut, he wouldn't have taken it here. There was something about that bar and how he'd used Jason that will probably never set right, but Dick will make up for it. There's a way Dick treats lovers, even ones that may not end up where he wishes it might. Dick is a world of things with any given partner and there are times he might even use them exactly like he used Jason, but it context speaks volumes.

Dick smirks a little at Jay's statement. He wants to remind Jay that since Bruce's attempted suicide he's not around here to dig into anything that Dick does, but he's not going to bring it up. He knows there's something there, even if he doesn't know what it is yet. He'll find out. Eventually. That doesn't mean he wouldn't bring his shit here. He trusts Jason with his wheels, all of them, even the best, especially the best, far more than he does anyone else. ]

You've got my business. It's not a hard sell, gorgeous.

[Feeling Jay in his space makes Dick anxious and relaxed all at once. He wants to drop his walls, to let the other in, but he doesn't know when to give an inch. Because all inches can be put together into feet and possibly used as canon fodder. Taking a breath, Dick stands and drives his hands up along the Kevlar. He slowly starts to undo the fastenings on it. At the same time, he leans in and kisses softly at the side of Jason's neck, light presses of lips, promises of what's to come eventually. Dick's paying attention, a lot of attention, and it's going to last a while this time.]

[reneger]

( he's here. he's moved into dick's space of his own free will, which counts for a lot. there's a lot of shit he and dick should probably talk about, eventually. the differences between them, the expectations built off of other selves that don't quite match up. he's certain dick's running everything he knows about his jason against him, which is fair. they've got the same name, a similar background, they were both robin.

it's the robin connection that still binds them. it's dick's name, passed through five different brats by jason's time, six if you count duke - which, considering duke doesn't like being counted as a robin, jason generally doesn't. but dick grayson always counts. this one's different, older, more visibly sharp whereas the grayson had been familiar with worked hard to sand down the edges. he's different. it makes this feel easier, in a way.

easy enough that when dick stands up and presses against jason, jason's leaning into him. tilts his neck back to give dick more room to work with and reaches behind himself to grab onto the elasticy fabric of his shirt, starts yanking it up and off of his head. the kevlar's thicker in parts of it, strapped tight together in others to help lessen the number of weak spots in his armor, but it's all the same piece which makes pulling it off significantly easier than if it wasn't. it slides up his abdomen as he pulls back out of dick's reach just long enough to yank it up and off of his head, dropping it, too, down onto the coffee table before jason's takes a step forward and - presses right up against dick, chest-to-chest.

he's covered in scars, but jason doubts any of that is surprising. flash burns, cigarette burns, bullet wounds, plenty of places where someone's managed to dig something sharp and pointy into him, some mangled and making it clear where jason had to stitch and then restitch because he refused to sit down and let it heal first and instead pulled his work loose. the thick line across the right side of his neck, where bruce had sliced through his throat.

nothing worth pausing over.

with his own shirt removed, jason slides his hand back and under dick's shirt, fingers moving up to fit over his ribcage. )

You said you wanted it to be different. Wanna elaborate?

[cohero]

[It's all a learning curve in Dick's book. One he'll do his best to catch onto as quickly as possible to drag them through the least amount of mud, gore and unpleasant pain as possible, because he has this tiny notion that as much as Jay like might picking at scabs and flicking them across the room, not caring what they become. The bigger wounds are not so fun to dig at. They're the ones that get tossed around with temper and then apologized over, possibly. Dick still isn't quite sure. He's still climbing this hill with his training wheels on, as much as he always hated them.

There were comparisons, but they were quickly falling away left and right, bleeding away as one does toxins from a wound. Not that either of them were toxic, just that they weren't native to the system and while there were minor similarities, the major characteristics attached didn't gather themselves up the same way. Maybe that should have pushed Dick away, made him reconsider. It should have made his desire less. He'd never found men particularly attractive. Maybe one or two, but the deep gravel of Jay's voice and the smart attitude, the way he watched his brain work during training and while they were at the bar had him hard thinking of it.

It quickly drew Dick in, and held him there. Maybe his heart was too lost in the other Jason to know how to change certain affections and that should have already happened, Dick himself didn't understand why it didn't. He knew within one set conflict that one Red Hood was not like the rest. He inhaled deeply now as he stood here and watched this one pull his shirt off. Dick ran his fingers along Jay's body, tracing scars that he thought were nothing but beautiful, history, and while he knew they represented pain, and sometimes things barely remembered, they were all a part of the man in front of him.

When he reached the scar on his neck, he bit his lip. Dick's whole being ached to kiss over it, to taste the scar tissue. To take down the person who had done that to Jay. He figured it had been one of his killing wounds, but that didn't fit either story. His brow furrowed. Letting Jay touch him, Dick reached down and pulled his own shirt off. He had his own tale of scars, a few stray bullets, plenty of pointy things that got through and a nasty mark on his shoulder, straight through, then there was his own mark on his neck. A garish scar that look like his neck has been blasted open and only scar tissue remained. Mostly the truth.

Moving back in, Dick pressed their bodies together, and kissed Jay's shoulder from blade to neck, soft not harsh. and looked back. ]

It's not a type of different I suspect you or I really can create together I've realized. I want a relationship, but you're not in any place to want one if I read you right, and I don't know you. I don't know but a few things about you. That doesn't mean I don't want this. I still want it. I haven't changed my mind. It took me a while to figure it out, but I'm not running. I'm here to pay attention to what you have to show me. I'm not going to be really great at it, but I'm learning.

[reneger]

( dick presses in close, and jason's wrapping around him as best as he can: one arm around his ribcage still, the other raising to thread fingers through dick's hair just above his ear as he presses kisses along jason's shoulder. he's quiet, for a moment. letting that sit between them, because dick's - well, he's right. he doesn't know jason. or he does in some ways, but clearly doesn't in others. )

I told you before that I don't have time to fuck around, an' I meant it. ( it's quiet, voice a little unsure. dick may have admitted to a big secret earlier, but he's getting an equally large one out of jason. ) I wouldn't've just blown anyone like that. Hell, I haven't done that in, ( lips press together into a thin line, thinking. ) years. I don't let people touch me, and I sure as hell don't let them fuck my face.

( it's - a trust thing. a being vulnerable in front of another human being. dick isn't just anyone, it wasn't nothing to jason, nor is this. )

You want me to show you? See how it feels when it's with another guy? I can. But 's not gonna just--be dicking around. Not for me.

( he could really get into it. go into depth about his trust issues, go into why he's got them, but jason's fairly certain dick doesn't need a play-by-play. he's not wrong in jason not being ready for any kind of relationship, but, hell - all of his relationships that he's had have gotten people killed, tortured, kidnapped into space, or thrown into black holes. and none of those had even gone anywhere at that point. because jason--he pines. he'll crush hard on someone for years, pretend that maybe, possibly it could go somewhere - and the moment he catches an inkling of it potentially becoming something, he either fucks off and ruins it himself or the world ruins it for him.

jason todd doesn't do relationships, because he ruins everything he touches. )

[cohero]

[The pieces tumble onto the puzzleboard already being worked at by a larger hand with a large clatter. Now Dick sees a much clearer picture than the little tiny bits that he'd been shown in the past. It didn't line up clearly in his mind. There are times when he barely needs a corner and he's got the entire riddle solved, but this time he had to have all the corners in their places, and a lot of the edging done before he could revel any of the center. It frustrated him, but in the end it's always worth it-- it's always worth it.

It doesn't matter if this particular puzzle evades him for years to come, continually adding and subtracting. It's something to be expected, but as long as his hand is moving along the board and his mind entangled in the equation, then he knows he can dive with it. Somehow, it works in the same manner that Dick massages his fingers into the tiny bit of scruff of hair at the base of Jason's neck while Dick listens intently to every word he has to say.

There's a nod, and Dick slides his hand down to rest at Jays' hip, injecting small circles into play that cover the back curve of his bone and the muscle that sides next to it. Being vulnerable isn't easy for either of them. No one seems to hold the patent on that one there. Is it worth the risk, Dick looks deeply at Jay. He's already told himself that he'd do this, that he wanted to do this, take this chance. ]

I'm not jerking you around. I can't do that. This is serious for me too, and no one else is touching me, or will be touching me. It's only you that I'm looking at. I don't find anyone else remotely ... like you, and I'm talking you, not some other Jason I know. So, yeah, I want to know what it's like with you, not just some guy, with you, Jason.

[To that, Dick leans in and tips his head the amount needed to kiss Jay on the lips, this time it's firmer than the last. It's not as brutal as he took him in the bar, because the need wasn't as desperate. He didn't feel like Jay was going to disappear through his finger tips if he let go for one second. There would be time for things to grow to those levels eventually, because Dick knew himself and how he could be. This was something he wanted enough, that he would become starved for it, and beg at these lips to taste every last drop that they wanted to give them-- but for now, he started slowly, nipping and licking lightly, playfully even]

[reneger]

( his neck is usually a bit of a sore spot; it's an easy place to damage, and one that bruce himself has fucked up enough to make jason--hesitant about letting any other bat near it. but dick reaches out for him, massages fingers against the back of his neck, and it feels good.

it might be how fucking touch-starved he is, but he's not psychoanalyzing himself. that's just asking for trouble, and jason gets himself into enough of it as-is without digging into all his emotional problems.

not that this is doing him much better. dick touches him, and jason's melting into it. his shoulders slouch, his body angles itself a little closer to dick, pressing into the hand at his hip and the one at the back of his neck. closes his eyes as he lets dick touch him. enjoys it for the moment, even if he doesn't trust this to last worth shit. either he'll ruin it, or dick'll fuck off on him, or any other fun combination of life-ruining bullshit that follows jason everywhere he goes. it's always a risk. it's always something that happens, but jason knows he's desperate enough to risk it anyway.

that he craves affection like this even if he knows it'll ruin him in the end. that he wants it desperately, enough he'll risk fucking himself over. that his warning to dick about jason running away was more right than he cares to admit, because chances of it happening are extremely high still, even though he's pressing into dick, leaning close. because he wants it but he knows it'll ruin them.

dick leans in for a kiss, and jason melts into that too. raises his hand to cup the side of dick's neck, palm pressing against where it curves into his shoulder. there's no real pressure, it's just--touch, gentle and easy as he hums against dick's lips.

pulls back when he nips at his lips, just enough so he can speak. )

What do you want? Or do you wanna--wing it?

( haha, get it? nightwing, winging it. )

[cohero]

[All of it is enough to enforce the idea, the fact, the truth that this is real. It's not some fabricated plan to work Dick up to a point of no return and then flit away and leave him on a platter for the ravens to come pick at whatever pieces are left. Whatever happens between them from this point, Dick knows that Jason's going to see it through to conclusion. Not used to being this raw and vulnerable, there's still a trickle of fear that Dick has to stomp out.

The way Jason melts into him and against him goes a long way into helping it disappear. The air is thick with a desperation that comes from both sides of the coin it feels like, and Dick can't be positive, but he would like to think that Jason really does need this as much as he does. This will be a thing of value for both of them, and Dick isn't giving away this piece of himself to just anyone-- it's going to matter.

The slide of Jay's hand along his neck, makes Dick sigh. He returns the nips, and licks across lips that leave him starved for more. Letting his free hand drift over and along whatever it finds, Dick is half in love with everything he touches-- every ripple of muscle, drift of scar tissue, and flat of smooth flesh sends electrical impulses straight down to tighten the knot already settled low in his stomach, and beyond. ]

I don't know enough to know what I want. Lets just see how it works. Show me. I want you to feel good too.

[Sliding his mouth downward, Dick kisses over Jason's jaw and moves to the open smooth flesh of jay's neck-- trying to stay away from anything that might make him overly uncomfortable and sucks kisses into the skin, muttering softly about how good he tastes. The lower he goes, the more intent his mouth becomes on pulling at the skin. When it reaches the fleshy hollow above Jay's collarbone, Dick sucks his mark into the skin softly, taking his time with it, caressing the skin with his tongue in the same way his hand caresses the small of Jay's back. It's all about a change of pace for now. Showing that Dick can be both things, desperate and hungry, fierce and demanding, but also tender and needy all at once. ]

[reneger]

( he already feels good. a little overwhelmed, maybe, to have dick's attention focused on him like this. and to not have been given a clear pathway to what dick wants, exactly. i don't know enough, he says, which puts more pressure on jason to make sure he doesn't somehow fuck this up. if dick had asked for a blowjob, jason would have been all over that. a handjob, even, if he wanted to shove jason up against a wall and fuck him hard, or wanted jason to put him down to bed and take him apart so slowly he was shaking by the end of it - jason knows how to do that. showing someone, going through soft touches while dick works to map out his body, finding scar tissue while also being careful to avoid any of the messier ones. this, jason doesn't know how to.

teeth dig into his lower lip as a shudder wracks through his spine when dick's tongue licks over skin, but it's not--it's not because he's not enjoying it, but the opposite.

jason likes soft touches almost as much as he enjoys going hard enough he doesn't have to stop and thing. it's just - it complicates shit. it makes it harder for him, because he's not running on adrenaline. fingers grip harder onto dick, blunt nails digging into flesh before he loosens his hold and instead drags nails down over dick's chest until he can grasp hold of him by his hips. )

Bed.

( it's less asking, more telling before his grip tightens and he's pulling dick in closer still, fingers holding on tight to lift him off the ground if dick will allow jason hold onto him. dick's about the same height as he is, but jason's got a shitton of muscle over him and has lugged around heavier. he's moving to wrap an arm around dick's thighs, to pull him up and close so jason can cart the both of them over towards the mattress. )

[cohero]

[Honestly, the last thing that Dick wanted to do was make it more difficult-- but he warned Jason out of the gate that he had no clue what he was doing. He also said straight up front that he was brilliant at fucking things up. Apparently he was right on par there. Not that he had a clue he was already doing it with the way he was touching, kissing, seeking out to try and do his best to give all he knew how to another person.

Dick wasn't a bad lover. He knew he wasn't that. There was talent in his fingers, his mouth. He'd done a lot of things with women. There were ways to touch, to caress. Maybe men were different, how was he supposed to know that Jason preferred something more tangible, a little more harsh, more telling. This was Dick, and he could only do what he knew for now. He could only act on what he had in front of him, and that was this man that took him apart by merely standing there. Jay didn't get it. It didn't take a million touches, or two or three more blowjobs to pull Dick apart piece by piece. It took this. It was all of it, all of him. The ability to touch, to know. Dick was peeling bits of himself away with every kiss, Every touch he gave offered a minor part of himself that he knew he wasn't getting back, and still he did it because he wanted to-- no, needed to on some level. Such a masochist he'd been molded into by the creator's hand. In truth, Dick could blame a billion different things, but at the end of the day, it was only him left standing, alone to atone for all his actions.

Dick easily went into Jason's arms, reactive to the touches offered. His back arched and hips gave way. The red lines down his chest made him look down with abject hunger. The soft flame that lit his loins and had them curling tight and low, began to glow brighter, sharper, all a direct reflection of the way he was touched. Dick's own blunt nails curled into the back of Jay's neck, and dug in tight as he was carried. ]

I want you. I want to taste you, different parts of you, but ultimately I want you, whether you take me, or I take you. I want to fuck. I feel it so ... fuck. I want you. okay, it's hard to think of anything else.

[Finally, Dick's mouth gave way the final truth of what he wanted. It wasn't easy for him to spit it out, but he had an idea in his head of what he wanted. There was an order there. Things in his head, means to an end, but he had to know a few certain facts first. ]