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It had started almost innocently. More like heroically. Typical Dick, if you asked Jason.
There had been a massive breakout in Arkham, bad enough to call in all available bats.
As always, Bruce was in charge. He had divided them into groups of two or three to do the work, as usual.
Tim and Steph, and Duke and Cass were the logical groups. Even these were already next to each other to save time.
So Jason started walking toward Dick calmly, literally dragging his boots along the ground.
“Red Hood, Red Robin, and Orphan together,” Bruce said dependably, earning everyone’s looks. “Signal and Spoiler will team up,” Bruce continued. “Nightwing, with me and Robin,” finished the bat.
Everyone looked surprised, ready to protest. But Dick gave them a serious look, silencing them.
Everyone knew that logically, Jason should be with Dick. That’s how it worked. Bruce knew that only Dick could handle Jason if something happened and the pit took over.
They also knew Duke was still new to night work, and Cass was a great complement and mentor for him. Plus, Tim and Steph were an unstoppable, explosive duo.
But no, Bruce glared at them and nodded toward the dock, making Dick and Damian follow him.
So that was what Bruce’s little tantrum was about, Jason reasoned, looking annoyed at the old man.
Meanwhile, the others looked on in surprise, knowing they didn’t work as well together as with their usual partners.
Sure, the bats were trained to work together like a well-oiled machine. But everyone had their own preferences and ways of working that only their partner really knew.
Jason snorted and walked toward the kids, giving Dick a heavy look, who just looked away with tightly pressed lips and jumped off the rooftop toward their area.
Jason snorted. A few months ago, Jason and Dick had started having sex. It wasn’t romantic at all. In fact, it was usually dirty, painful, and full of rage.
They ended up with big bruises and marks that lasted weeks, and on one occasion, Jason ended up with a bruised wrist for a month for having annoyed Dick during sex.
So Dick retaliated by attacking the younger, only to then ride Jason until he lost consciousness.
(Jason would never admit he enjoyed that encounter more than any previous ones. Never, not even if he were paid. Though maybe Dick knew, considering how he bathed Jason, tended to his wrist, cooked for Jason, and forced him to stay over that night).
The point is, a few weeks ago, Bruce had caught them at Dick’s house in the middle of the act.
And let’s just say Daddy-Bats did not like his biggest failure hanging his biggest pride while fucking him hard.
It didn’t help that both of them were bleeding from the previous patrol, nor that Dick had restraint marks on his wrists from having been briefly captured by some low-level thugs to distract them while Jason rescued the hostages.
If Dick hadn’t physically stopped Bruce so Jason could leave, Jason probably would have had a couple of broken bones by now.
Though maybe he preferred that to this weird silence from Bruce and how he had kept Dick and Jason separated ever since.
To the point of affecting his precious mission so that his golden baby wouldn’t cross paths with the rotten apple of the family.
Which left them in that shitty situation.
Despite their differences and current tension, Jason had to admit those two worked very well together. The first dynamic duo and all that crap. Though Damian responded more to his Batman than to his own father.
A formula for disaster, any of the family would have said.
But of course, Bruce didn’t let them have a say, just sent them to different areas of the city to face the attack.
Everything went as disastrously as Jason had predicted; Tim, Cass, and Jason couldn’t work together since they didn’t understand each other, which translated to at least an hour with an enemy that would have taken only five minutes with their normal teams.
Duke and Steph simply split up and went on their own to avoid getting in each other’s way.
When they reached the meeting point, Jason had planned to tell Bruce his truths and distance himself from the family for at least half a year, or until his anger faded, which would take at least seven to eight months.
But Bruce wasn’t there; his tracker, according to Oracle, placed him at the port along with Robin. But no trace of Nightwing.
A strange unease settled in Jason’s body. He began running toward the direction Oracle had given them.
(Jason would never admit he didn’t remember the path at all).
Upon arrival, they found Batman and Robin arguing while searching for Nightwing nearby.
“What the hell happened?” Duke growled while running to help Damian move some barrels.
“Nightwing sent a distress signal from here. He needed reinforcements. But we were all busy,” Robin replied, struggling.
“We’ve been at the meeting point for at least five minutes!” Red Robin said, beginning to scan the area with one of his drones.
Robin stopped abruptly. Jason saw out of the corner of his eye Bruce stiffen.
“Batman didn’t want me to go help,” Jason said, calm and soft, though inside he was seething with rage.
Their eyes locked on Bruce, who glared at Jason and then continued searching without a word.
“How long has he been missing?” Steph asked Oracle.
“At least seven minutes,” came the quick reply through the open channel, in a thin voice.
Jason took a deep breath, his heart beating in his ears, drowning out everyone else’s voices.
His gaze quickly scanned the area. Damian and Duke were still looking around the barrels.
Tim was still using his scanner in the area. Cass was helping Steph open a container. Bruce… Jason didn’t even want to think about Bruce.
Finally, his gaze landed on the water. It was only a one-in-a-million possibility. Maybe Dick wasn’t even there and his tracker had broken, but maybe—
With his heart in his throat, Jason ran to the dock, activating his built-in oxygen mask in the lower part of his mask.
He heard the others screaming behind him before he hit the water, trying to stop him. But Jason didn’t stop.
He used the adaptive vision from his upper mask while swimming down almost to the bottom in the murky water, where he finally saw him; Dick was sitting on the bottom, struggling to get the chains off with clear lethargy in his limbs.
Dick had been fighting that for almost ten minutes? Jason wondered, as he dropped to his knees in front of him.
He grabbed the chains and helped Dick get them off. He was about to remove his mask to put it on Dick, who needed air as soon as possible, but Dick shook his head and pointed upward.
Jason looked at him for a moment, then nodded, and they began to climb, dragging Dick up by his hands.
He looped an arm around Dick’s waist when he noticed how slow Dick was rising. He helped him up quickly until they could poke their heads above the surface.
Jason held Dick as he took a deep breath, then some shorter ones between harsh coughs.
Tim and Duke helped Dick up, while Steph and Cass helped Jason.
Dick collapsed to his knees on the ground, breathing heavily and painfully shaking his body with each breath.
His lungs were surely raw and his heart pounding painfully. But then Dick let out a laugh and looked at Robin.
Damian, who had looked terrified moments before, melted into a hug with Dick.
“Apparently,” Dick started, his voice wrecked, “I broke my record, didn’t I?” he asked with a tired smile.
Robin made a sound suspiciously like a sob and nodded frantically in the hug.
“Yes. It was almost eleven minutes,” he said in a watery voice.
Dick chuckled and nodded, letting go of Robin to stand with difficulty.
Jason stepped closer to support Dick, preventing him from falling to the ground again.
A question lingered in Jason’s mind as he looked at the older man, brushing Dick’s hair from his face, he just let it out.
“So… you can hold your breath for ten minutes, huh?” Jason asked slowly.
Dick looked at him for a second, even under the mask, Jason knew he was taking him in from head to toe slowly.
“Eleven,” Dick corrected. “Apparently,” he added slowly, squeezing Jason’s bicep to anchor himself.
No more words were needed for the idea to settle in both their minds.
It didn’t take a genius to know how they would want to put Dick’s skills into practice.
Jason had so many damn ideas for what to do with that beautiful knowledge.
He knew how cute and broken Dick looked after a long face-fuck or deep throat, but imagining Dick's red, swollen face, covered in tears and saliva, his pleading look and broken voice begging to be allowed to breathe... made Jason's cock jump in his pants.
So, it had definitely started innocently. It wasn't Jason's fault that everything had gone so wrong. No. Not at all.
(Not at all did he arrive at Dick's apartment when he knew the man was coming home from work and taking a shower.
Not at all did he join him in the shower.
Not at all did he press himself against Dick's back and rub against his ass, hooking the tip of his cock into Dick's ring of muscle and penetrating him to fuck him hard against the shower.
Not at all did he grab Dick's neck when he finished, just to feel the older man swallow through the pressure, closing his eyes to give Jason control.
He didn't gently kiss every inch of Dick's face, knowing he was going to destroy that cute frown and incredible composure.
He definitely didn't whisper in Dick's ear to let him fuck his throat for hours and hours.
And he was not at all disappointed when Dick reminded him that he could only hold his breath for ten minutes before his body would suffer the consequences.
He did not at all get down on his knees, hugging Dick's legs, begging him to let him do it until Dick lost consciousness. Dick did not at all gasp and murmur that he would consider it).
Which left them here; sitting on Dick's bed, in silence, neither daring to move a single finger.
To be fair, most of their encounters began with blows, with Jason and Dick fighting on rooftops, before crawling to one of them or simply to the darkest place possible.
So they had never tried to do anything before fighting.
It was a kind of foreplay, Jason thought, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.
"So." Dick began, clearing his throat, looking everywhere but at Jason.
Jason was mentally grateful that Dick had started thisconversation instead of letting Jason try. "Let's do it or..."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, Dickie." He said embarrassingly quickly, feeling his mouth suddenly dry and rough.
Dick looked at him strangely, his lips pressed tightly together.
"Hey, Jay, we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it." Dick said, turning his body toward Jason, looking at him in a way that was indecipherable to Jason. "I—I didn't even ask you, I just assumed you wanted to do it and, you know, when you came in and got in the shower—" His voice, once clear and strong, grew lower and slower as he continued to speak.
Jason found it strangely endearing. He sat down against the headboard, taking Dick's wrist to pull him closer.
He maneuvered the older man to sit on his lap, despite Dick's surprise.
He pulled Dick to his chest, pressing his face against his neck. He waited until Dick calmed down to the beat of Jason's heart before daring to speak.
"Dick, of course I want to do it, man! It's just that..." Jason took a deep breath and his cheeks burned. "We always start off fighting," he explained in a soft voice. "It's weird to start like that, on top of everything that happened in the bathroom."
He ended up mumbling into Dick's hair, who took a quick breath at the mention of what happened in the bathroom. "I feel like it's part of who we are," Jason finished in a whisper.
"You... want to fight?" Dick asked softly, squeezing Jason's shoulders as if afraid of his answer.
Jason began to caress Dick's back, tracing gentle patterns on the scarred skin he knew all too well.
"I don't know. I think today I just want to fuck your throat all night long," he murmured softly, feeling Dick's hair tickle his nose.
"I think I want that too," Dick said with a soft nod, pulling their bodies apart just enough to look into each other's eyes.
Jason waited, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute. Dick's hands rested on his neck, gently lifting Jason's face until their lips met in a soft, gentle brush, as soft as the flutter of a butterfly's wings.
His tongue timidly emerged from his mouth, licking Dick's mouth almost like an apology and permission at the same time.
Dick enthusiastically returned the kiss, taking Jason's tongue between his lips and sucking hungrily, as if he wanted to eat Jason, scraping his tongue with his teeth. Jason moaned into the kiss.
His hands moved quickly to Dick's hips, pulling the older man closer to him, until their nascent erections began to rub against each other through their boxers, Dick's slow circular movements bringing them together.
A small moan escaped Jason's lips, which Dick apparently took as a signal to release Jason's tongue and slip his own into the younger man's mouth, both of them beginning to explore each other's mouths desperately, almost as if it were their first time.
Well, it was definitely the first time they were gentle, or as gentle as the two of them could be.
Dick moved away from the kiss and began to move down Jason's chest, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies in his wake, until he stopped to take Jason's dark nipple between his teeth. Jason moaned softly, burying his long fingers in Dick's dark hair.
Dick's other hand shot out to squeeze and caress Jason's other nipple, who moaned at the sensation, arching forward as he tightened his grip on Dick's hair. Dick moaned, not letting go of Jason, making him feel the vibrations throughout his body.
"Come on, Dickie, stop torturing me." Jason complained, pulling Dick up to kiss him.
His other hand squeezed one of Dick's nipples in retaliation, making the man moan into the kiss, settling his body on top of Jason to press their cocks together again.
"Why should I?" Dick asked, pulling away just enough to look teasingly at Jason. "You beg so nicely, Little Wing," Dick murmured, thrusting forward slightly to elicit a moan from Jason at the rubbing of their cocks.
"God, you're lucky I want to use that dirty mouth of yours today, Dickie. Otherwise, you'd already be crying with your ass up in the air and screaming my name." Jason growled, rubbing his nose against Dick's neck before biting the tender flesh, eliciting a deep gasp from the older man.
"I bet—" Dick is interrupted by Jason's lips biting his lower lip hard, until the kiss became metallic and wetter than before.
Dick grabbed a handful of Jason's hair, pulling until Jason let go of his lip and moaned into his mouth.
"I bet you can still do it after I break my record," Dick said, sticking out his tongue to drop a drop of saliva mixed with blood into Jason's mouth.
Jason moaned, opening his mouth wider to let it all fall between his trembling lips, red and swollen from the previous activity, right onto his tongue, letting it slide down his throat.
Dick held Jason's jaw open to watch him swallow the mixture of fluids. He moaned when Dick spat into his mouth again.
The heat of the combined fluids and how dirty his mouth felt made Jason shudder. But then Dick stuck his tongue almost down Jason's throat, who could only respond awkwardly, suddenly dizzy from Dick's boldness.
It wasn't as if they didn't fuck roughly every time they met. But Dick usually chose to let Jason do all the work and tease him from time to time, or directly turn the encounter into a bloody and wet workout, which ended up leading to hard and rough sex.
The memory sent a rush of blood to his cock. And he squeezed Dick tighter.
Jason would have loved to continue with his thoughts, letting Dick do the rest of the work.
But then Dick broke the kiss and moved slowly and seductively down Jason's torso, his eyes fixed on the younger man's, until he was kneeling between his legs, his cheek pressed against the patch of hair on his belly, looking at him with those huge blue eyes that Jason both loved and hated.
"Don't look at me like that, Dickie." Jason gasped, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Dick. "You know I'll do anything you ask, you don't need to look at me like a kid looking at candy." Jason complained.
Dick let out a little chuckle, gently closing his eyes and lowering himself further until his chin rested on Jason's erection, rubbing his tip against his Adam's apple with a mischievousness that could only come from years of practice, excessive confidence, or being an idiot.
You never knew with Dick "I've-Got-The-Whole-Hero-Community-Behind-My-Ass" Grayson.
"Then take your pretty phone and set a fucking timer right now," said Dick. "No," Nightwing ordered in his hero voice.
The one he used when he had to lead or when he bragged about being Batman's son and having inherited the bat's menacing voice.
Jason could only groan, fumbling for his phone (or Dick's, whichever was closer), until he finally found his and quickly opened the clock app, scrolling to the stopwatch tab.
He flipped the phone over to show Dick that he had everything ready.
Dick smiled from ear to ear, almost giving Jason the chills.
Dick's hands moved to the waistband of Jason's underwear, hooking his fingers and pulling the garment down to reveal his erection, which bounced slightly and hit Dick's chin before being pressed against the former boy wonder's face.
Both moaned at the sight. Dick couldn't help but run his tongue over one of the veins on Jason's penis. Eliciting a muffled moan from him.
Dick propped himself up on his arms, positioning his body so that his upper half rested on Jason and the rest on the bed. To be comfortable, Jason thought distractedly.
"Okay, start the timer when I have you by the throat, not before, okay?" Dick asked, looking seriously into Jason's eyes. Jason could only nod, feeling his mouth go dry for the second time that day.
"Two strokes to continue and one to stop," Jason said, his voice slurred and rough with desire.
Dick smiled and gave him a slight nod before lowering his gaze to his cock, his pupils dilating. Jason could almost have sworn there were little hearts adorning the older man's beautiful blue eyes.
Without hesitating for more than a second, Dick lunged forward to leave little kisses on the head of Jason's cock, slurping up the precum and humming softly at its taste, even though Dick already knew it quite well.
Finally, Dick put the head of Jason's cock in his mouth, making small circles around the head with his tongue before continuing down. Jason felt it go deeper and deeper into Dick's mouth until it hit the back.
"That's it, Dickie, just like that," Jason encouraged, sinking his hand into the other man's hair to push his cock deeper, until he felt Dick slowly relax his throat, taking more and more of Jason little by little. Dick took one last deep breath through his nose before sinking Jason completely into his throat without the slightest hint of gagging.
Jason growled loudly, his hand moving automatically to start the stopwatch as he threw the phone onto the bed and focused on the obscene image Dick was presenting him with.
Dick's mouth was filled with Jason's cock, leaving a shiny layer of saliva, precum, and blood on the younger man's cock.
His eyes were closed peacefully, almost as if he were about to fall asleep. His cheeks were red, and Jason could see a small tear escaping from his beautiful eyes.
Dick's nose was completely buried in Jason's pubic hair.
Jason would have been concerned about Dick's breathing if it weren't for the fact that the man was completely still and not even trying to breathe, so Jason could feel Dick's throat convulsing around him, trying to swallow more and more of Jason.
A quick glance revealed to Jason that it had been a minute and a half since this had started.
It was okay. They were trained to endure more than normal without oxygen.
The record was held by Cass, if Jason remembered correctly, at about 4:37 minutes. It didn't compare to the 10:58 minutes Dick had endured in the water two weeks ago, but it was the closest of all of Bruce's protégés.
"How are you, Big Bird?" Jason asked, stroking Dick's hair, scratching his scalp.
Dick slowly opened his eyes, they were slightly red, and Jason couldn't help but pull Dick's hair so that the older man would look at him. Dick moaned, sending vibrations through Jason's cock.
"Come on, Dickie, I need answers or I'll stop everything," Jason insisted.
Dick closed his eyes again, giving Jason's thigh two quick taps. Jason sighed and relaxed again, sinking a little deeper into Dick and finally managing to get a small gurgle out of him.
"How are you so good at this when you're literally doing nothing?" Jason complained, squeezing Dick's head closer, pressing the older man's nose against his pubis.
"I don't know." Dick spelled out in Morse code on Jason's thigh. "Practice, I guess."
Jason took a deep breath. His fingers tensed, tightening his grip on Dick, moving the man's head up, exciting the older man and making his eyes widen.
Jason lowered Dick's head again, making him choke on his cock, sending more saliva into Dick's mouth, letting it drip onto Jason's cock and pelvis.
Then he lifted him up again, setting a punishing pace that made the older man gag.
A sudden wave of fury washed over Jason, the edges of his vision turning green.
Practice, he thought furiously. So this wasn't even Dick's first fucking time doing this.
Who was the lucky bastard who enjoyed these pleasures offered by the older Robin?
Roy? Wally? Slade? Bruce? All of them?
The effects of the well gave him the strength and adrenaline he needed to pound Dick at the same pace for a long time, fueled by the way his mind fed him more and more scenes of Dick with different men.
He had been at it for a while when Jason began to pull away from the green. A worrying amount of time, in fact—
The edges of Jason's vision began to lose their green color as his mind came back to him.
"Dick!" Jason gasped, lifting Dick's head off his cock, but the older man pressed down on his hips to stop him.
Jason gasped as Dick sank back down. Jason glanced quickly at the stopwatch, turning pale when he saw that he had been thrusting into Dick's throat for at least a good five minutes. "Dickie, I believe you, it's okay, you can stop," Jason murmured, trying again to pull the older man off his cock, but failing miserably.
"Time," Dick typed on his phone. Jason growled and looked back at the stopwatch.
"Eight minutes and three seconds," he muttered under his breath. Dick snorted and relaxed. "Dickie, you can stop now. That's too long without breathing," Jason croaked, closing his eyes tightly.
Dick looked at him for a second, then brought a hand to his throat, squeezing it.
Jason lets out a scream, his whole body shaking, his hips rising without him being able to control them. His fingers tighten their grip on Dick's hair.
"Dickie!" Jason screamed. Dick ignored him and continued his work, now squeezing and massaging his own throat, until Jason could feel the pressure building in his stomach. His orgasm was close, and if Dick kept this up, it wouldn't be long before he came. "Dick, stop, I—".
Jason murmured, then Dick stopped, glancing sideways at a place Jason didn't recognize, then pressed his throat again.
Jason shuddered and moaned, the moans torn from his mouth without his permission.
His hands continued to scratch Dick's head, clutching tightly. The heat in his stomach continued to grow, Jason felt every muscle in his body tense, until he finally exploded into Dick's mouth.
His eyes rolled back. His thighs pressed against Dick's ears. His hips lifted, pushing even deeper into the wet, rough heat of the former Robin's throat.
And then everything began to return to normal. Jason's vision slowly cleared. His muscles relaxed, and the knot in his stomach became a strange, uncomfortable weight that caused Jason's penis to begin deflating inside—
Jason's gaze locked onto Dick's before he pulled on his hair and finally pushed him away from his cock.
Dick lay limp in Jason’s arms, who quickly lifted him onto his lap, holding Dick’s limp head, keeping him from tilting to the sides.
“Dickie?” Jason asked, moving Dick slightly, who opened his eyes a little and smiled, only to let out a huge gasp that turned into a violent cough shaking his entire body.
Still, Dick leaned to grab Jason’s phone and stop the timer.
Dick smiled at the phone, turned the screen toward Jason, and murmured something Jason didn’t comprehend. What he did understand was the number in front of him.
A proud 11:06 was displayed to Jason, who took a deep breath and laughed.
He pulled Dick closer against his body, rocking back and forth with laughter, planting small kisses on the temple of a very tired but amused Dick.
“You’re a threat,” Jason hummed, looking at Dick in awe. Dick smiled, pulling Jason into a warm, deep kiss.
“A threat who just broke his own record,” Dick managed to say with great effort.
Jason pulled him to lie on their sides, looking into each other’s eyes. Jason began giving small kisses on Dick’s face, making the older man laugh before he started returning them.
A small beep sounded in Dick’s throat each time he breathed, his chest still having small spasms that made him cough from time to time.
Yet he still didn’t pull away from Jason. On the contrary, he seemed to melt even more into the embrace.
“Hey, Dick,” Jason said softly. Dick hummed from his position snuggled in Jason’s neck. “Sorry for being rough earlier,” he murmured, pressing Jason closer, his lips against the older man’s forehead.
Dick didn’t say anything for a few seconds; Jason thought he might have fallen asleep. But Dick lifted his gaze and grabbed Jason’s cheeks firmly.
“From now on, I only want to do this with you,” he said seriously. But his hands shook and his body shivered violently.
Jason stared at him, taking in what that meant. The mere idea of having Dick for him and only him was—
“Marry me,” Jason said suddenly. Both went silent, staring into each other’s eyes in a deep quiet that neither dared to break.
Jason slowly moved, leaving Dick’s embrace.
“Jason!” Dick shouted despite his hoarse voice, hugging Jason’s waist and pressing his cheek against his back.
“Come on, Dickie, let go,” Jason said through gritted teeth, trying to move Dick off him.
“I accept!” Dick said quickly. Jason froze, feeling Dick’s face warm against his skin. “I accept, Jay, please don’t go,” Dick murmured, a small beep in his voice showing the consequences of throat strain.
Jason slowly sat, used his hold on Dick to move him onto his lap, placing Dick’s head against his stomach and stroking his hair. He felt the older man move to hug him tighter.
“I won’t leave,” Jason assured, pressing his lips to Dick’s forehead. “I won’t let you plan our wedding alone,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, as if saying it made it more real and terrifying.
But he felt Dick smile into his stomach and hug him tighter, and Jason knew this was something he’d want for a lifetime.
So yes, it definitely started innocently and almost heroically.
Jason took the child Dick had pulled from the polluted waters of Gotham, who wore the mask Dick had on when he dove in to save him.
Carefully, he handed the child to Cass to be tended to, then focused on Dick, helping him out carefully, sitting him between his legs, letting Dick lean against him to catch his breath.
“So…” Jason began, already feeling Dick smile against his neck. “You can hold your breath for ten minutes, huh?” he finished playfully. Dick laughed and kissed him under the jaw with amusement.
“Eleven minutes and seven seconds,” he said, amused. “Apparently.”
No more words were needed for the idea to settle in their minds.
It didn’t take a genius to know how they would want to put Dick’s skills into practice.
Jason had so many ideas to put into practice that night.
But for now, he focused on holding his fiancé, letting him lean against him and planting small kisses in his hair.