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Jason was already having a shit night, truly the last thing he needed was Poison Ivy deciding that every human was an enemy of mother nature and must be destroyed. She had been doing so well recently too. Jason sighed as he dodged another vine trying to strangle him. It was an all hands on deck night meaning that he had to play nice with the bats. Jason looked over his shoulder right as an arrow was shot into a venomous, man eating plant. It exploded sending plant goo splattering all across the street, and a small amount onto Roy’s legs.
“Ahh yes, plant goo, why don’t I come to Gotham more often?”
Roy had been in Gotham for about a month, he and Ollie having gotten into another fight. They had been doing so much better lately but still budded heads frequently. It was something Jason could understand far too well. So Roy had packed his things and he and Lian had been crashing in Jason’s apartment for a month. Not that Jason minded, far from it.
He’d never admit it, but it was a lot less lonely that way. Sure, Jason’s siblings sometimes tried to visit, but half the time Jason didn’t wanna see them anyway. Family was tricky, but his friendship with Roy had never been hard. And part of Jason, as immature as it sounded, was happy that Roy chose to stay with him over Dick. Dick and Roy’s friendship had always caused a bit of childish jealousy to spark inside Jason, even though Dick had known Roy for much longer. Jason didn’t really understand it honestly, he wasn’t territorial like this with Kory, and she and Dick had actually dated.
Jason was knocked out of his thoughts and back into the present by a scream of pure rage. Poison Ivy was glaring at Roy with a hatred that burned. Jason was starting to wonder if she had gotten into a fight with Harley. Ivy hadn’t been this unhinged in years.
“How dare you murder that innocent creature!” she yelled as if the plant Roy shot hadn’t happily chowed down on several bystanders. She went to throw something at Roy and Jason rushed to pull him away, but he was two late and the strange pink powder got on them both. It didn’t hurt, so it wasn’t an acid thank god. It just made him feel kind of tingly, and warm. Ivy looked like she was about to send out another attack but B attacked her from behind, knocking her out.
“Red Hood, Arsenal, report.”
“I don’t have to answer too you,” Jason said petulantly. Jason couldn’t see it, but he knew that Bruce was raising an eyebrow underneath that cowl. As if to say really?
Roy was the one to answer him. “She threw some pink shit at me and Hood. It doesn't feel like its hurting us. Honestly it feels kind of good.”
Bruce was not happy with that answer. “Both of you are coming to the cave with me. We’ll run a full toxicology test.”
Jason really wanted to argue. He had his own setup and he could test himself and his best friend. Thank you very much. Then again, he knew his setup had its limits, and it was honestly no comparison to what they have in the cave. And he’d been trying to get along better with Bruce lately, he really had. So reluctantly, he hopped on his bike, Roy sitting behind him and wrapping his arms around him. For some reason, that sent a strange tingle up his spine. All warm heat. It was actually really nice, like instead of Roy’s arms there was a heated blanket draped over him. He ignored the odd feeling and followed the Batmobile back to the cave. I’d been a while since he was inside, but it was the same as always. Same computer, same stalactites, same giant dinosaur.
Once inside Jason peeled off his mask and armour, and saw Roy doing the same. He knew the drill at this point and sat on one of the med beds. He thought Roy would sit on the bed next to him, but instead he plopped down right next to him, arm to arm and thigh to thigh. That pleasant warm feeling at the contact was back, and he smiled at his friend. Roy smiled back, looking almost drunk, which was a disconcerting thing to see on his friend’s face. Roy had been sober since Lian’s birth, and Jason really hoped that whatever Ivy threw at them wasn’t a drug. Or at least not one that had addictive properties.
Alfred appeared in the cave without Jason noticing, god sometimes the man was more stealthy than Batman, carrying a tray of cucumber sandwiches and a kettle of tea. A small smile appeared on his stoic features and Jason felt a warmth flood his heart. Not anything like the weird reaction the drug was making him have, just a pleasant familial love for the man that had all but raised him.
“Master Jason and Mr. Harper, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here so late?”
“Ivy hit them with something,” said Bruce, already setting up the needles to draw blood. “We need to figure out what it was and if it’s dangerous.”
“Oh dear,” said Alfred. He was so English.
Jason grabbed a cucumber sandwich off the tray and rolled up his sleeve without a word. He’d never tell Alfred, but he’d never really cared for the cucumber sandwiches. But he needed to eat something, he suddenly felt ravenous. Well, that wasn’t exactly right. He wasn’t sure if it was hunger he was feeling, but there was a sudden intense desire in his gut. Bruce stabbed him with the needle quickly and before long he was typing away at the Bat computer as they wanted for the test results.
Roy and Jason devoured the try of cucumber sandwiches. He was sure they were meant to be shared with all of his siblings but he didn’t care. He needed… something. And the sandwiches were not helping, in fact that longing in his gut seemed to be getting worse. Before he could ponder that too much Bruce came back over.
“Our tests picked up an unknown chemical. It’s not like anything Ivy has used before. We’re not sure how your body will react to it so we’ll keep you here under observation until it’s out of both of your systems.”
“And how long will that take?” asked Roy.
“We’re not sure,” said Bruce. “It could be hours, it could be days.”
“Days? Oh no I can’t do that, the baby sitter can only stay until 5 am.”
“If you leave now you could become a danger to yourself and others.”
“I can take over for the sitter,” said Dick walking into the med bay having clearly just gotten out of a shower. He wore only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and his hair was still wet. Droplets of water cascaded down his toned chest and abs and Jason felt a flair of anger when he noticed Roy eyeing the water droplets hungrily. Jason wanted to punch Dick, he loved his brother but right now he wanted to kill him. He couldn’t have Roy. Roy was Jason’s. Jason had no idea where that thought came from and it temporarily slammed the rest of his mind to a complete halt.
“I have the day off tomorrow,” Dick continued oblivious to Jason’s anger or Roy’s ogling. “And I have a lot of sick time if it has to go any longer than that. I’m sure Lian is missing her Uncle DIck anyway.”
Jason wanted to growl, to scream. There was no way he was letting Dick near Roy’s kid. Roy was his and Lian was Roy’s so therefore Lian was his too. Jason should be the one to watch her. But he was drugged too. Still, there was no way they could leave Lian with Dick. What if she started to like him better than Jason? Unacceptable.
“Yeah no,” said Jason. “We’re leaving. I have the tech to try and cook up an antidote to whatever this is.”
“Jason be reasonable,” Bruce said in that tone that made Jason want to strangle him. “You may not be able to brew an antidote if the effects of this are completely incapacitating. You’re staying here.”
“No we are not, you aren't our boss.”
“No but I am your father,” Bruce said softly. Damn he really went in for the kill. Suddenly Jason felt like an asshole. “And I’m worried about you. I don’t know what this does, if it's poison or what, but I want to make sure you’re ok.”
Fuck Jason hated B sometimes. It was rare moments of vulnerability like this that really got to him. It made him want to move back into the manor and change into his old Robin suit. But they couldn’t go back to how things were, and Jason didn’t want to. Not really. But he did miss it. He was happy that their relationship was better, but sometimes it just made him think about how it used to be. Still, he couldn’t stay in the cave. He had to go home, and had to bring Roy home. He didn’t really know why but that suddenly felt immensely important.
“B we can’t stay,” said Jason. “Please trust me to know what to do.”
“It’s not about trust Jay,” said B. “I just want you to be safe.”
“I know, and we will be.”
Bruce looked away. “Very well. Although if you need anything, call and I will be there.”
“I know, thank you Bruce.”
“I’m going to go to bed now, so goodbye to both of you,” and with that he walked to the cave entrance, taking Dick with him. Once the elevator had gone up he turned to Roy, to ask him if he was ready to go, but noticed the other man looked contemplative.
“That was really strange,” said Roy.
“I know,” said Jason. “He’s really come a long way. That was super vulnerable for him.”
“Yeah,” said Roy. “Didn’t it seem a little suspicious? I mean I know things are better between you two but he’s still Batman. When has he ever given up on a fight that easily?”
“He’s grown,” Jason said. Who would have thought, him defending B. Just then, metal barricades dropped in front of every entrance to the cave. The lights flashed red and a disembodied voice announced that the cave was now on lockdown.
“I’m sorry Jason,” said Bruce’s voice over the speaker. “But this was the only way I could make sure you’re safe. We’ll monitor you from here until we know for sure the toxin is out of your body.”
Jason, once he realized what had happened, threw one of the bedside tables at where he was sure Bruce was watching. “Fuck you B! God do you really think this is going to help me trust you?”
“Your safety comes first. I’d rather have you angry with me and safe than you happy with me and in danger.”
God Jason wanted to tear the whole cave to pieces. How the fuck did he fall for that “concerned Dad” act. He normally would be able to sniff that out faster than he could draw his gun. But it was as if that strange hunger in him was drowning everything else out. He felt sluggish, weak. Ok maybe this shit was something to take a little more seriously. But still, Jason could strangle Bruce. Trapping him in the Batcave was beyond low.
The speaker clicked off and Jason looked around for an escape. He knew it was pointless, but he couldn’t just do nothing. The cave was completely secure as always. God why was it so hot? Jason was burning up from the inside out, it was like he had the worst fever ever. It had to be the toxin. He turned towards Roy to ask if he felt it too and saw the other man shivering.
“Jason, do you also feel like you stepped inside a snow globe?”
“I feel like I’m inside a fucking oven.”
“It’s gotta be Ivy’s weird powder right?” said Roy. “But why would it affect us so differently?”
Jason had no clue. His brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton, all he could focus on was that bizarre hunger-not-hunger. Without thinking, he stripped off his shirt to try and deal with at least some of the heat. He looked up to see Roy staring at his chest. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. When the fuck had he gotten so close? Roy lifted a hand up and touched Jason’s chest with no hesitation. Icy cold relief pulsed from where Roy touched him. Without thinking he pulled his friend into his arms. It was like holding a glass of cold lemonade against your face on a hot day, except all over his body and a thousand times more intense. It felt so good.
“Jason, you feel like a fucking heated blanket,” Roy whimpered. He actually fucking whimpered. If Jason could still think he would have wondered what the fuck was happening, but as it was he just pulled his best friend in tighter. He let out a low murmur at how good the extra contact felt.
He had no idea what he realized first, the fact that he was harder than diamond or the fact that Roy was too. Without taking any time to think they were rubbing against each other through their pants. Fuck it felt amazing, Jason didn’t have any experience with sex or forplay or whatever the fuck, but he couldn’t imagine how anything could feel better than this. Roy seemed to feel the same way if the sounds he was making were any indication. Deep, sultry moans that just served to make Jason harder. The delicious friction of their pants against each other was both perfect and nowhere near enough. Jason wanted more, he imagined what it would be like without the pants and just that thought had him blowing his load embarrassingly quickly right into his underwear.
“Fuck Jay that was so hot,” said Roy, reaching his own peak shortly after.
They took a moment to breathe before their lips were slamming together. There was something at the back of Jason’s mind that was bothering him, something was definitely wrong. But the feeling of Roy’s tongue against his own quickly wiped all thoughts from his brain. Even that part of Roy was cold, soothing the burn in Jason’s core. It felt like licking an ice cream cone if the ice cream could lick back.
Jason ran his hands along Roy’s back, hating the fabric that was there. He needed to touch him so badly. He ripped Roy’s shirt right off him and once he got his hands on Roy’s skin the other man moaned into his mouth. God his skin was so soft, there were some jagged points of old and new scars, but even those felt amazing. Jason was totally consumed by the feel of Roy, the taste of Roy. The little noises Roy made. He was already hard again, and he could feel that Roy was too, so he stripped off his pants as quickly as he could. Any second he spent not touching Roy felt like agony.
Roy did the same and then they were back on each other. All sloppy kisses and wandering hands. Jason couldn’t get enough of Roy. No touch could ever feel like enough. He explored his body and tried to catalog it to memory. A scar just above his hip. The freckles on his shoulders. The way his dick twitched every time his hand even got close to it. Jason wrapped his hand around Roy’s cock and gave it a gentle tug. The other man moaned and thrusted into Jason’s grip. It was kind of dry but Roy didn’t seem to mind, thrusting with a mindless fervor. Jason had never seen him like this before, and would have probably been worried, should have been worried, but he couldn’t think about anything but the cool of Roy’s skin.
Jason didn’t notice Roy sneaking his hand between them but he soon felt Roy’s hand wrap around his own cock. It was incredible, the cool of Roy’s palm only serving to make him harder. Jason never knew sex could be this amazing. He had been curious about it, but it’d never really been on the top of his bucket list. Now he wondered how he lived without it before. How anyone was able to do anything else when they could be doing this all day.
“C'mere Jaybird,” Roy said as he pulled Jason into another hungry kiss. Jason hoped his inexperience wasn’t too noticeable and that it was as good for Roy as it was for him. They didn’t have any sort of rhythm, the slick slide of their tongues together languid and perfect and nowhere near enough. Jason had trouble maintaining his pumping of Roy’s cock while they kissed and it seemed the other man was having the same problem, his grip going slightly lax and his hand only pumping him every couple seconds, uncoordinated and sporadic. Jason didn’t care, Roy’s mouth was too nice. Roy sucked on Jason’s tongue and that gave Jason an idea.
Jason pulled away from Roy, and Roy whined and desperately tried to pull him back in, but before he could Jason dropped to his knees. He was at the perfect angle to look at Roy’s cock head on. It was a rather pretty cock, all red and leaking and hard. It was nice and big too, and if Jason still had any sense about him he would have worried about if he could fit it all into his mouth. As it was he just wrapped his lips around his head without any hesitation. Roy let out a choked off moan as Jason licked and sucked, focusing all of his attention on Roy’s cockhead. It was cold in his mouth, and even though they didn’t have many points of contact at the moment it was somehow enough to soothe his entire body. It tasted salty, but not unpleasantly so, and Jason lapped at Roy’s slit.
“Fuck, Jay,” Roy murmured and he thrust his hips a little, seemingly involuntarily, and pushed a bit more of his cock into Jason’s mouth. Jason took a moment to adjust to the extra length. His mouth felt very full and Roy wasn’t even half way in yet. He bobbed his head slightly, trying to mind his teeth and make sure to use plenty of tongue. He tried to remember what Roy had told him he liked during those times when he would seriously overshare.
“Jason it always feels so good when she takes you nice and deep, and licks you with her tongue while she does it. This one time-
“Roy shut the fuck up I don’t care. I don’t ever want that image in my brain.”
“Are you insulting my dick? My dick is a ten out of ten, everyone wants to see it.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “I think I’d rather go blind.”
Jason took Roy deeper into his mouth and tried to maintain the way he was licking Roy while he did it. Sucking dick involved a lot more maltitasking than he ever imagined. Jason felt Roy’s cock hit the back of his throat and was surprised that he didn’t choke. He normally had a pretty bad gag reflex but it seemed to have temporarily vanished. Fuck it Jason thought as he took Roy too the route, pushing the other man’s cock into his throat. The other man’s dick felt surprisingly nice there. Jason only vaguely registered how sore his jaw was and how much he was drooling. He was instead focused on the grip the other man suddenly had on his hair. Jason was confused as Roy used it to pull him off his cock.
“Jay,” said Roy, his eyes having gained back a small amount of clarity. “Can I fuck your face?”
Oh god, that was unimaginably hot. Jason wanted it badly.
“Yeah,” Jason said, his voice raspy and sultry and sounding nothing like himself. Roy guided Jason back to his cock and soon the other man was in his throat again. Roy gave a gentle experimental thrust and Jason moaned around him. Fuck why did it feel so good? Was it supposed to feel that good? Roy thrusted again, and then again. His pace increased until he was thrusting into Jason’s mouth with abandon. It felt so fucking good Jason could cry.
“Fuck Jay,” mumbled Roy under his breath. “You’re even better than I ever imagined. I’ve wanted this for so long. You take me so perfectly, you’re so perfect Jay.”
For some reason Jason felt his own cock getting harder at the mindless praise. He could feel some of his precum dripping onto the cave floor and had the vague thought that Bruce would kill him for making such a mess here. Then, without any sort of warning at all, Roy stopped. Jason felt Roy’s cock twitch in his mouth as he came down his throat, cock so deep Jason couldn’t even taste it. Roy pulled away and Jason took a moment to catch his breath. Fuck, that was better than anything he had ever felt before, and he hadn’t even came.
Jason stood up and saw that Roy had his hand pressed against the wall and that he was leaning heavily on it. Jason had the strange, irrational fear that Roy was somehow hurt but then Roy was standing up straight again and pulling Jason into a slow, lazy kiss.
“You were amazing, baby,” Roy said in between tiny little pecks he was pressing against Jason’s lips. He wrapped hand back against Jason’s length and started to pump him. “Want me to take care of you?”
All Jason could do was nod. The cool of Roy’s hand was overwhelming. He needed it so bad, needed him. Before he knew what was happening Roy was pushing him back onto one of the med cots leaning over him, knees on the bed straddling Jason and face perfectly level with Jason’s cock. Without any preamble Roy swallowed Jason’s length all the way down. Jason let out an embarrassingly pathetic whine. The slick tight feel of Roy’s throat almost had Jason coming right then and there.
Jason managed to hold off for the moment, although he knew he wouldn’t last nearly as long as Roy. He felt Roy start to bob his head up and down. Roy’s experience was evident in his skill. His tongue circled Jason’s head and he sucked once and went back down, before repeating the pattern again. He added little changes each time he bobbed his head, an extra lick here, some extra suction there, it was driving Jason insane. He just hoped that he had been half as good as Roy. In what felt like an embarrassingly short amount of time Jason couldn’t help but to come in Roy’s mouth. The other man swallowed every last drop before pulling off of Jason’s sensitive length and shooting Jason a cocky grin. Jason just glared back at him, which only made Roy smile wider.
Jason felt like he could think a little more, but he didn’t dare ruin the moment. He pulled Roy tightly against him and the other man buried his head into Jason’s shoulder without any complaint. Jason felt like he was forgetting something, some key piece of information, but he couldn’t recall what. He decided that it was probably unimportant and just held Roy tighter. The heat inside him was dissipating, and Roy no longer felt as cold to him, but the contact was still nice. Before long he felt his eyelids sliding shut, when had he gotten so tired?
***
Jason woke up not knowing where he was. That was highly unusual. Bruce had spent a good chunk of Jason’s nights in the manor drilling into him how to be awake and alert the second he opened his eyes, and then Talia had reinforced that training. Something was wrong if he was waking up this groggy. Jason Blearily blinked his eyes open and immediately noticed the bright fluorescent lights of the Batcave med bay. What? He looked around and noticed that he was completely naked, and even more horrifying Roy was there with him, naked and clinging to him like a limpet.
The memories of the night before flooded back to him. God Jason he… he’d taken advantage of his drugged best friend. Roy clearly hadn’t been in his right mind, and Jason had pulled him against him and had his way with him just to get his rocks off. He was just as bad as the scum he hunted in the night. Before he could fully go down that mental spiral a memory of last night became clear as day in his mind.
You’re even better than I ever imagined. I’ve wanted this for so long.
I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted this for so long. The sentence rang in his mind like a bad song that he couldn’t get out of his head. Roy had wanted this, before they were drugged. He had wanted him. Jason knew what he had to do. He pulled away from the other man, being sure not to wake him. Roy’s instincts were good but Jason had bat training in stealth so he managed it easily enough. He found his pants and shirt where he’d left them on the ground the night before. He got dressed quickly. He noticed that the cave was no longer on lockdown and got on his bike, driving away as fast as he could.
Jason needed to get out of there. It felt cruel but he couldn’t be there when Roy woke up. If he was, Roy would want to talk about what had happened, and if he let Roy do that Jason knew he would be pulled back into Roy. A relationship or casual sex or whatever it was Roy wanted. Jason couldn’t do that to Roy. He would ruin him. Roy had a kid, he was getting along with Ollie, their current spat not included, and was building a life for himself. Jason would be the biggest fucking monkey wrench that could possibly be thrown into all of that. Jason was barely holding it together day to day. Fuck he still woke up screaming most nights. Jason knew Roy had his own demons, fuck who in their profession didn’t, but Roy was overcoming them, Jason let his consume him.
He wasn’t what Roy needed, he sure as fuck wasn’t what Lian needed. The kid had been through so much, she didn’t need dad’s crazy boyfriend hanging around all the time, bringing trouble wherever they went. He’d had to deal with that as a kid after his dad died and before his mom did. Jason would bring out all Roy’s bad habits. He knew he would, that’s what they’d done when they were Outlaws. They were fucked up but they were fucked up together. And then Roy started to get better. Jason had felt selfish even staying with his friend, like he was going to drag Roy down with him, but he couldn’t let Roy go.
The right thing to do would be to cut Roy off completely, Jason thought as he pulled into the lot of his apartment, but he knew that he’d never be able to do that. He needed Roy, one of the few friends he had. He just hoped that someday, they could be ok again. He knew what sex could do to friendships, he’d seen it tank too many of Dick’s to count.
As soon as he was through the door he went to his personal gym. He punched one of the bags for what felt like hours. What had he done? Smack What the fuck had he done? Smack. The sweat ran down his face until it dripped right into his eyes, Jason deserved the punishment of the burn. He just hit the bag even harder. Smack, smack, smack. All of a sudden the chain he had the bag dangling on broke, and it went flying, slamming into the wall and tearing open, sand pouring out all over the floor. Jason just left it. He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen before pulling out his phone. He could do this. It was just that doing it felt harder than any fight he’d ever been in. He took a deep breath and hit the button of Roy’s contact. It rang a couple times before Roy picked up.
“Jaybird! I’m so glad you called, I was really worried when you weren't there when I woke up.”
Oh fuck, he sounded just like he always did. That cocky flair and that slight gravel he’d gotten from smoking in his youth. Fuck, he couldn’t do this, he had to do this. “Roy-
“Anyways wasn’t that the craziest night ever? Or well, actually definitely not the craziest but top ten for sure. Why would Ivy even have something like that? Probably my favorite poison I’ve been dosed with, I can't lie. I-
“Roy, where are you right now?”
“Oh… I’m at Dick’s. I was gonna pick Lian back up and then-
“Good,” said Jason, cutting Roy off. “Stay there.”
“What?”
“Stay… at Dick’s. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Jason what’s wrong?”
“I think we should get some space. I need some space. At least for a little while. Maybe just stay there, maybe until you go back to Star City.”
“Jason I don’t understand, I thought… I thought you…,” Roy trailed off, not finishing the sentence.
“Please Roy,” Jason practically begged. “I just need a little time. Please.”
“Oh,” said Roy, his voice suddenly completely emotionless. Jason hated it. Roy should never sound like that. “I understand. I’m sorry Jay.”
Before Jason could say anything else Roy hung up. Jason sighed. This was for the best. He repeated that phrase as he got a broom to sweep up the mess of sand in the gym. This is for the best, this is for the best. He repeated it as he cleaned up the mess, as he threw out the ruined bag, as he put a new one up, as he hit that one until it too broke, as he cleaned up that one too. He repeated it over and over, trying to believe himself and utterly failing. If it was for the best why did it feel like someone had just carved out his heart with a jagged knife.
***
The next few weeks Jason threw himself into work, into keeping the streets clean. He had no idea if Roy was still in Gotham. Dick tried to call him several times but he ignored every single one. He would have tried to get Jason to talk to Roy and Jason couldn’t do that. He ignored everyone’s attempt to reach out. He knew he was being too rough during the night, punishing people too harshly, dealing out blows that didn’t fit the crime, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d heard whispers about Red Hood slipping, going soft. He needed to make sure those were completely and thoroughly squashed.
It hadn’t been a good night. Jason had spent most of it chasing a slippery fucker that he’d caught selling coke outside of a middle school in Jason’s turf. Either he was an idiot or stupid, probably both. Everyone knew you didn’t deal to kids in the Red Hood’s territory. In the past, it would have been cause for Jason to put a bullet in the bastard’s brain, quick and easy. He was tempted to do that tonight, god he was so fucking tempted, but he needed to catch this one. He needed to know who his boss was and then quickly and thoroughly beat the fear of the Red Hood into him. He’d break one of the goon’s arms, maybe a leg, but he’d live to see another day.
The skinny fucker darted down another alley and Jason followed after him. Fuck was he actually fast or was Jason just that off his game? He froze for a moment, not seeing where the asshole went. Jason looked up and saw the man trying to climb a rickety fire escape. Idiot. Anyone from Crime Alley knew just how busted those were. Probably a rich college kid who got cut off from Daddy’s money and needed extra cash to waste on drugs of his own that he would knock himself out with at parties instead of going to class. Fuckers like that deserved whatever they got.
Jason drew his gun and aimed it at just the right spot. Not anywhere near the guy but a joint that he knew would send the whole structure down. He could barely hear the man’s scream over the scrape and creek of old metal giving out. The whole thing came down just how he knew it would. That definitely took care of the broken arm. He walked over to where the guy landed and noticed that he’d been knocked out. Oh well, Jason could be patient. He reached for him but before he could grab the bastard a Wingding struck his hand. Fuck that stung like a bitch. If he hadn’t been wearing his heavy duty gloves it definitely would have taken a few fingers. He was distracted enough for Nightwing to drop down, propel himself off Jason’s shoulders, and scoop up the guy before darting to the other side of the alley.
There were times Jason wished his helmet didn’t cover his whole face, in this instance he was wishing that so Dick could see the particularly venomous look he was shooting at him. “The fuck are you doing here Wing. No Bats in Crime Alley, you know the deal.”
“What the fuck are you doing Hood?” Dick shouted right back. He looked mad, like really fucking pissed. God Jason could already feel a headache forming. Dick was exhausting when he got like this.
“The same thing I do every night. What, you suddenly have a problem with it?”
“Shut the fuck up. Now,” said Dick. Oh that wasn’t good. That tone could kill. “Explain why you collapsed that fire escape on top of some kid. He could have died, Little Wing.”
“You say that like I care,” said Jason. “The bastard was dealing outside a middle school. He deserves whatever he gets. You know how I operate.”
Dick looked absolutely baffled. There was a moment of silence before Dick spoke very slowly, like he was a child who didn’t understand something. It set Jason’s teeth on edge. “Hood, when I said kid I didn’t mean ‘college kid’ or ‘in his early twenties’. This is a literal child.”
The fuck? No it couldn’t be he was… Jason took a closer look. The kid had been wearing a covid mask and had had his hood pulled up so Jason couldn’t see much of his face. Dick pulled down the mask and knocked the hood back and Jason felt his heart stop for a moment. It was a kid, a very tall lanky kid, but the boy couldn’t have been older than fourteen. Jason felt like his was going to be sick. The air through his helmet, which he had long since gotten used to breathing, suddenly felt thin and hot and oppressive. The Red Hood didn’t go after kids. That was one of his few hard lines that he didn’t cross. Ever. And now a kid had a broken leg because of him, possibly worse.
“I thought-
“You didn’t think,” said Dick, a razor sharp edge to his voice. “You haven't been thinking for weeks. We’ve all noticed. You can’t let your personal issues get in the way on the field like this. What would you have done if I hadn’t been here?”
Jason honestly didn’t know. He hoped he would have noticed in time… but he feared he might not have. Dick was right, as much as Jason hated the mere thought of that, he had been slipping. He felt pathetic. He was the Red Hood, people feared him. He shouldn’t be letting stupid… boy trouble affect him like this.
Dick sighed when Jason didn’t respond. “Just please talk to Arsenal. He’s been a mess too. You know how he gets. I… me and B. We didn’t see everything. I swear we barely saw it at all but… we did see what you two started to do. We were just trying to monitor how the toxin was affecting you. We turned it off before it got too x rated but I can guess what happened.”
Jason was happy he was wearing his helmet because it prevented Dick from seeing how red his face was. God, he could never face Bruce again. He’d seen him… he didn’t even want to think about it.
“Arsenal is a good guy Hood, he’s been through so much.”
“I know that,” said Jason, feeling slightly offended. Dick may have known Roy for longer but he was Jason’s best friend damnit. Or at least he was. Where did they stand now? Jason hated how fucked up it all was.
“I’m gonna take care of this,” Dick said, gesturing to the kid still in his arms. “I think you should probably take the rest of the night off.”
With that, Dick pulled out his grapple and was soon jumping from building to building. Jason took off his helmet and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and took a deep inhale as he leaned against the building. Dick was right about all of it. Jason needed to talk to Roy, he couldn’t keep ignoring him. But first, he needed to talk to someone else. He got on his bike and set his course for Arkham Asylum.
***
When he was Robin, if he and Batman wanted to talk to a criminal in Arkham they could have walked in through the front door and asked. As the Red Hood, it was a bit more complicated. He had a few guards that were in his pocket, and with the right bribe he managed to schedule a meeting with Poison Ivy. She glared at him through the glass in between the two of them.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Aww I’m hurt Pam. Still mad that I helped throw you in here?” Ivy’s glare only got more venomous. “Seriously though what was that about? You haven’t snapped like that in a long time.”
“We’re killing our planet! Humanity is a plague."
“Yeah, yeah I know your whole speech. But for years you’ve been focused on conservation, attacking big corporations dumping chemicals into the eco system, blowing up factories. Not anything I’m personally opposed to. What was with the sudden murder spree?”
“Like you’re one to judge anyone for that.”
“Yes I know. I’m a very bad boy who's done bad things, now spill.”
“And why should I tell you?”
“I mean you don’t have too, but come on. Do you really have anything better to do right now? You seemed like you needed someone to talk too.”
Ivy sighed, looking away from Jason, unable to keep eye contact. “Harley started talking to Joker again.”
Jason's back went rigid in his chair
This was news to him. “I thought she was done with him? Did she break up with you?”
“Not like that, and we’re still together. He wanted to team up with her for a job, strictly business. She didn’t want to, but he kept pestering her until she gave in. And then he left her in a collapsing burning building. If Batman hadn’t been there, she would’ve died. She’s out of the hospital but she broke her arm and got some pretty bad burns.”
Jason had to take a deep breath to keep his anger from overwhelming him. It was ridiculous that the Joker was still alive. Jason wanted to kill him, more than he wanted just about anything, but that had been Bruce’s hard line. If they were to maintain their relationship he couldn’t kill him. And Jason couldn’t, wouldn’t give up his family for that monster.
Jason’s feelings about Harley were complicated. In a lot of ways, she was one of the Joker’s biggest victims, but she wasn’t innocent either. He’d been happy when he’d heard that she’d left the Joker, that she was with Ivy. They were good together.
“I’m sorry,” said Jason.
“Not your fault. I wanted to retaliate, take care of the Joker for good, but Harley wouldn’t let me. She didn’t want him to hurt me, or have any reason to come after us. But, I got mad. I hate how he keeps hurting her. I didn’t want to disrespect her wishes, but I was so pissed and I needed an outlet.”
“Hence the murder spree,” said Jason. “Look I get it. Don’t condone it, you hurt a lot of innocent people, but I get it.”
Ivy looked right at Jason again. “What do you want?”
“How do you know I want something?”
“I know you didn’t come here just to listen to my problems. What is it?”
“That toxin you threw on me and Arsenal, how exactly does it work?”
“Well it’s meant to bring your body to such an extreme temperature that you die. I’m assuming you found a cure, seeing as you’re still alive.”
“No, actually. It just sort of wore off. What about the aphrodisiac-like properties?”
Ivy looked dumbfounded. She opened and closed her mouth several times before finally speaking. “The what?”
“The aphrodisiac,” said Jason, a bit less confidently. “What was that about?”
“Hood, it wasn’t meant to be an aphrodisiac in any way. It was just supposed to kill you. It was still new and I hadn’t tested it,” she leaned in, suddenly looking very interested. “What exactly did it do to you?”
This time Jason was the one looking away. “Well like you said it brought us both to pretty extreme temperatures. I was burning up and Arsenal was an ice cube.”
“And then?”
“I…”
“It made you two fuck didn’t it?”
Jason didn’t answer that. Ivy burst out laughing, loud and uncontrollable. Jason tried to shush her, they weren't supposed to be there and she was gonna draw attention to them, but she wouldn’t stop. Eventually she calmed down, holding her stomach. She wiped a tear from her eye, and seemed to be in significantly better spirits than she was just a moment ago.
“That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time, thank you for that Hood.”
“I’m glad my suffering amuses you.”
“I mean it can’t have been all bad, Arsenal is kinda cute in his own way.”
“It was the only thing that made us feel better. It felt like we were out of control, I couldn’t think of anything but him.”
“And you’re wondering if it was all the toxin right?”
Jason nodded. Sure, Roy had said he wanted him for a long time, but he needed to know for sure before he did anything else.
“Look, I may not have meant for it to do that, but I can’t imagine there’s any sort of chemical that could force you to experience desire for someone you didn’t already want. You both must have wanted it, at least subconsciously, for it to happen.”
Jason stood up, that was all he needed to know. “Thank you Ivy. Good luck in here.”
Ivy smirked. “You and I both know I won’t be here long Hood. Thanks for listening about Harley. Good luck with Arsenal.”
Jason drove home. They both wanted it. He had suspected that, but now he knew for sure. Jason still didn’t think he deserved Roy, but they needed to talk. He couldn’t keep avoiding the other man, it was hurting them both.
***
Jason called Roy first thing when he woke up the next morning, and then wanted to immediately hang up the phone. Fuck it was just Roy, they used to talk one the phone all night, but now the thought of hearing his voice was almost too much to handle. He almost hung up several times as the phone rang on and on. He almost thought it was going to go to voice mail before Roy finally picked up.
“Jason?” Fuck Jason hated how hesitant the other man sounded, how shy. He missed Roy’s cocky attitude a lot more than he thought he would.
“Hey Roy,” Jason finally got out after an exceptionally awkward pause. “Look, I think we need to talk. Could you come over.”
Roy didn’t say anything for a moment. Fuck, he hated Jason. He was about to tell him that he hated him and never wanted to see him ever again. “Jason, are you sure? I get it if you don’t want to see me.”
“Yeah,” said Jason. He couldn’t find any more words.
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
Waiting for Roy made Jason feel like he was a man on death row waiting for his execution. He received a text from Dick in the time between the phone call and Roy’s arrival, Thanks for calling him. Good luck bro, routing 4 u :3, that he didn’t bother to reply to. He tried to clean his guns but he couldn’t focus on anything but Roy. He spent most of the time pacing around the living room, until there was a knock on the door about fifty seven minutes later.
Jason opened the door and there stood Roy in a casual band shirt and jeans. Fuck he looked the same as he did the last time he saw him, except with deeper eye bags and more dressed. Jason couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just gestured for Roy to come inside. They stood there in the entrance to his apartment for a moment, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Why did you knock?” Jason asked after what felt like an eternity. “You still have your key right?”
“I didn’t want to startle you by just walking in.”
“As if you could sneak up on me Harper,” Jason tried for a joking tone but he didn’t quite hit the mark. Their usual banter seemed worlds away now. Like they were two puzzle pieces that didn’t fit together quite right.
“You can sit down, you know,” said Jason gesturing to his couch. Roy sat at the very edge. “Do you want anything? Water, or I think I have cranberry juice maybe?”
Roy didn’t say anything. It felt so wrong treating him like a guest. Usually Roy barged in at any time he pleased and made himself right at home, now it seemed almost as if he were a stranger.
“I’m so sorry,” Roy finally blurted out.
“Wait what? Why are you sorry? I’m the one that basically kicked you out.”
“You had good reason too,” said Roy. “I’m surprised you want to even see me after what I did to you.”
“What?”
Roy just looked away. Jason was seriously confused. He sat down next to Roy and Roy scooted away slightly, as if scared to even be close to him.
“Seriously Harper I’m lost, what do you think you did to me?”
For a moment Jason thought Roy wasn’t going to speak again, but then he spoke up in a voice that was almost a whisper.
“I took advantage of you.” Out of all the things Jason expected him to say, he’d never imagined that. Roy continued, seeming to have finally found his voice. “You were drugged and vulnerable and I… used you. You’re my best fucking friend and I took advantage of your altered state. I betrayed you. I’m so sorry.”
“Roy no,” Jason said quickly. Fuck was that what Roy had been thinking these past few weeks. “We were both drugged-
“That’s not an excuse. You didn’t want it and I still did that.”
“Yes I did,” said Jason. Roy seemed to finally snap out of the funk he was in, looking up at Jason with a totally shocked expression. “I wanted it Roy. Hell, at first I thought that I was the one that took advantage of you. Look, I talked to Ivy. She said it wouldn’t make us do that if we both hadn’t wanted it.”
“But, Jay, if that's true then why did you kick me out?”
Jason sighed. “Because I don’t deserve you Roy. I don’t know exactly what you want, sex or a relationship or whatever, but I don’t deserve to have any of it, especially with you. I’ve done some unforgivable things Roy.”
Roy was frozen a moment before he came back to himself, punching Jason in the arm none too lightly. Jason let out a string of expletives and rubbed his bicep. Fuck that was definitely going to bruse. “What the hell Harper.”
“Jason you’re a fucking idiot,” said Roy, and Jason smiled despite his harsh words. He finally sounded like himself again. “I know about your past. You know that I know. I know you’ve killed people and I know you still do sometimes and I don’t fucking care. And not in the way your family says they don’t care but actually cares a lot, I actually don’t care. I wouldn’t be your friend if I did. I’ve killed people too and you know that.”
“Yeah but that was different. Besides it’s not just who I’ve killed. I almost killed Tim. Beat him half to death, and then another time put a Batarang in his chest. And fucking Bruce. When I first came back to Gotham I put a bomb under the Batmobile and the only reason I didn’t blow him up was because I decided I wanted to prolong his suffering.”
Roy sighed. “Look, I know you went a little wild. But that’s family stuff, and they’ve all forgiven you for that. Not really my business. And besides you and Tim are pretty close now right?”
That was true. Tim was his favorite Bat, much to Dick’s frustration. Jason just shook his head. “You don’t understand Roy.”
“Jason what’s really going on? I know it isn’t just that you killed people.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jason blurted out. “I did all that to Bruce, and he was my favorite person. I loved him so much, he took me in when I had nowhere else to go and I still hurt him like that. I mean, he wasn’t really totally in the right either but still. And Tim was just a kid when I did all that to him. Fuck and Dick, I came back and I treated him like an enemy instead of a brother. Yesterday there was this kid dealing around a middle school. Couldn’t have been more than fourteen, but he was so tall that I couldn’t tell he was a kid at first. I collapsed a fire escape on top of him, he definitely broke his leg and probably an arm too. Maybe a few ribs. But I was so fucking distracted I didn’t notice he was a kid, he probably was just trying to help out at home, make ends meet. If I’m capable of all that, hurting innocent people and the people that I loved the most, then who’s to say that I won’t snap and hurt you one day? I couldn’t live with myself if I did that.”
Roy took one of his hands, the contact feeling too nice. “Jason, I trust you. All that stuff happened when you were in a really bad place. I know you’d never do it to me no matter how much I pissed you off.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know you Jay. I see how hard you try. I know your methods are different than other capes but I know that you have a reason for everything you do, that you’re trying to help people in your own way,” Roy smirked. “Besides, if you ever did go crazy and came at me I could totally take you.”
Jason felt himself smiling despite everything. “Keep telling yourself that Harper… so. What exactly do you want?”
“Everything,” said Roy. “A relationship, the whole deal.”
Jason still didn’t think he deserved Roy. But if Roy knew all the risks, knew what Jason was capable of, and still chose him, who was he to deny him? Roy ran the hand that wasn’t linked with Jason’s along Jason’s cheek.
“I want to kiss you. Can I?”
Jason nodded and closed his eyes. And then soft lips were pushing against his own. It was different from last time, Roy’s lips were warm and so gentle. Nothing like the mindless fervor of before. Roy was kissing him so softly, like he cherished him. Jason kissed back just as slowly. It was rather chaste at first. But soon enough Jason was opening his mouth and Roy was slipping his tongue inside. It felt even better than Jason remembered. All warm and wet. Jason couldn’t get enough of Roy, pressing his own tongue back, enjoying the lick slide and their tongues tangled together.
Jason fell back, dragging Roy with him until the other man was on top of him. The contact was perfect and Jason ran his hands up and down Roy’s back. They stayed like that for a while, switching between soft kisses and dirty ones, and exploring every inch of each other with their hands. Soon enough Jason felt Roy’s erection digging into his thigh. He was half hard himself, and he wanted to press against Roy. Wanted to see how good rutting against each other would feel with a clear mind, but Roy was pulling away.
“Sorry, got a little excited there. We can slow down if you want.”
“I don’t wanna slow down,” Jason said, his own boldness surprising him. He’d been holding back for far too long, and now that he let himself have Roy he wanted to have all of Roy.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, now come back here Harper,” Jason pulled Roy back against him and slammed their lips together. The other man gave just as good as he got, ravaging Jason’s mouth with his tongue. They were openly rutting against each other and it was so good. Better than when they were drugged out of their minds because this way Jason could truly appreciate every moment, appreciate that Roy chose him.
Before too long Jason was getting close. He shoved Roy away slightly and started working at the other man’s pants. He was not coming in his pants his first real time with Roy. It had been nice before but he was sure he didn’t actually have that supernaturally short refractory period. Roy got the picture and started stripping out of his clothes. He smirked, taking it slow, revealing each inch of beautiful skin at an agonizing pace. Jason rolled his eyes.
“You’re so dramatic,” It was actually really working for Jason, he felt himself twitch in his pants, but there was no way in hell he was going to let Roy know that.
“Like you’re one to talk. You love it,” Roy stripped off the last of his clothes, tossing them over the couch without a care. He then looked Jason up and down lasciviously. Jason felt his face go red, and longed for the expressionlessness of his helmet. Maybe he’d wear it next time. “Alright, your turn, gorgeous.”
“Ok no stupid pet names.”
“Oh come on Jaylad you know you love it.”
Jason rolled his eyes again and stripped out of his clothing. He didn’t bother with the whole strip tease thing Roy did, but the other man seemed to appreciate it nonetheless, his eyes never once leaving Jason. It made him feel raw and exposed and somehow even more turned on. As soon as his last article of clothing was gone, Roy was wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping him languidly. Jason let out a choked out moan, he didn’t even know he could make that sound.
“Fuck baby, look at you, Roy seemed utterly transfixed, not seeming to care about his own erection, Jason knew it had to be aching. He enjoyed the contact for a few more moments before pulling Roy’s hand away, but not giving it back to Roy, squeezing it tightly. Roy gave Jason a confused look.
“I don’t want to do this here,” he said. He stood up and Roy joined him, Jason led Roy to his bedroom. It was a place Roy was more than familiar with, having spent hours hanging out in it with Jason, claiming that his bed was just way more comfy than the couch. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but Jesus, how did Jason not figure it out sooner. Once the door was closed Roy took the lead. He pushed Jason onto the bed and crawled on top of him, bringing their lips together once again. Their cocks were perfectly lined up and Jason moaned into Roy’s mouth. It was so good, but Jason wanted more. He pulled away slightly and they both caught their breath.
“I want you to fuck me,” Jason said.
Roy looked completely taken aback. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t before right? No boys or girls?”
“No, never. And you already knew that,” Jason hadn’t really ever had time for romance. Before he died he’d had crushes, he’d remembered how down bad he was for Rena from school, but he had just been a kid really. And then after he’d been more focused on revenge than anything else, and even after that he just hadn’t really had much of an interest. The fact that he’d been carrying a torch for his best friend for years without even knowing it probably had something to do with that. Roy smiled, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk, this was a lot more tender. Jason felt as though he had to look away, pinned down by the intensity of his gaze.
“I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
“Yeah yeah, just get on with it.”
Jason pulled out his lube from the side drawer. Roy’s smirk was back.
“You like to finger yourself Jay?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Roy uncapped the bottle and coated his fingers in the slick substance. He gently prodded at Jason’s hole, rubbing his finger around the rim a couple of times before finally pushing it inside. Roy had been right in his assessment, Jason had played with himself there before so that part wasn’t too jarring. Roy took it slow and Jason adjusted quickly, and soon he was begging Roy for a second finger. The other man ignored his request, still gently thrusting with just the one.
“There’s no rush Jay,” he said. “I wanna spend every second I can taking you appart.”
Jason whined, fuck it was so unfair. Roy seemed to notice his frustration, and was suddenly latching his mouth onto one of Jason’s nipples, as if in apology. Jason let out a truly embarrassing sound. Fuck, he’d never even touched himself there before, he had no idea how good it could be. Roy continued to finger him while licking and sucking on his nipple, occasionally tugging on it with his teeth. Jason loved the attention, but wanted, needed so much more.
“Harper if you don’t put another finger in right fucking now I swear to god I’ll do it myself.”
Roy sighed, but followed Jason’s command. “Always so impatient.”
He pulled out the one finger and replaced it with two, and fuck Jason was already feeling so full. He could hardly imagine what Roy’s cock would feel like, how big and heavy it was and how it would fill him right up. Roy continued to lap at Jason’s nipples while he fingered him, and it felt so good it was almost overwhelming. Then Roy touched something inside him that made his whole body jolt in pleasure. Once he found it Roy pressed it over and over again, and it was nearly enough to have Jason finishing before Roy was even inside him.
“Roy, if you keep that up I’m going to come.”
“Fuck that’s so hot. I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Some other time I’ll let you make me come like this, but right now I want you inside me. Now add a third finger.”
Roy didn’t have a sassy response for that, he just added a third finger like Jason told him to. It burned a little bit, but Roy went slow and it was manageable, and soon all three fingers were knuckle deep inside him. In a few more moments Jason adjusted fully to them. Roy began scissoring them, trying to make as much room for his cock as possible. After waiting for what felt like an eternity, the most exquisite torture Jason had ever endured, Roy pulled his fingers out and poured more lube in his hand, using it to slick up his cock. He lined his head up with Jason’s entrance, not quite pressing in yet.
“Are you still sure about this? We could stop here, no pressure at all.”
“Roy I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right this goddamn second-
Roy pushed the tip of his length into him, and Jason cut off his own sentence with a moan. It was definitely a lot, but so good. He’d never felt so full, so complete, and Roy wasn’t even fully in him yet. He pressed in agonizingly slowly, taking great time to make sure Jason was able to adjust, until he was finally buried to the hilt inside of Jason. It was so perfect.
“You doing ok?”
“Yeah,” said Jason. “It’s definitely a lot, but it’s good. You can move, just go slow.”
Roy pulled out of Jason slowly, until just the head of his cock was left inside him. Then, he rocked his hips forward and was seated fully in him again. He did that several more times, until Jason was fully adjusted. He began to pick up his pace, and Jason felt as if his whole body was vibrating with pleasure. He’d never felt that good in his life before.
“Fuck baby,” said Roy, eyes half close and face flushed. “You’re so fucking tight. Can’t believe how lucky I am, you’re so amazing, taking me so well.”
The praise made Jason blush. Normally he’d have some sort of witty comment, but at that moment he couldn’t even form words. All he could do was reach for Roy, pulling him down until their chests were flush against each other. He pressed his mouth against Roy’s. Both of them were too distracted to kiss properly so it was more of a sloppy press of tongues and hot, warm breaths exchanged but it still felt so amazing.
Roy picked up his pace until he was rapidly pistoning into Jason’s body with no real rhythm at all. Jason moaned into Roy’s mouth. All his thoughts were consumed by Roy. How deep he was inside him, the slick press of their bodies together, the way his lips tasted slightly sweet. It was almost too much to bear. Then, abruptly Roy pulled out. Jason was about to ask what was wrong, but then Roy grabbed onto Jason’s side, trying to roll him over. Jason got the picture and got on his hands and knees. Roy pushed back in, Jason once again overwhelmed by the amazing fullness of it all, and then Roy took a truly breakneck pace. At that angle, every thrust had Roy’s cock brushing against Jason’s prostate. Jason was so close it almost hurt. He desperately needed to come. But right before he got there Roy slowed, and Jason felt Roy’s cock twitch as he dumped molten hot cum inside him.
“Fuck baby that was incredible.”
Roy pulled out and collapsed next to him. Jason fell back onto his back, shoulder to shoulder with Roy. He’d never imagined his first time would be so perfect. He supposed that doing it with the man he loved helped a lot. And fuck it, Jason loved Roy. He was finally able to admit that to himself. He wouldn’t say it yet, this was all so new and they weren't quite ready for that, but Jason loved him. He loved him so fucking much, had for years without knowing. Roy looked over towards Jason and that strange soft smile was back. Jason gave Roy a small smile of his own. But a moment later Roy’s smile melted away and was replaced by a small frown. He reached over and grabbed Jason’s still aching erection.
“You didn’t come.”
“It’s ok.”
“No it’s not, I always make my partners come and that isn’t going to change now. Hold on one sec.”
Roy sat back up slowly, stretching his arms over his head. He crouched on the bed, and grabbed the bottle of lube again. For a moment Jason had no clue what he was doing, Roy was still soft, it was plain to see. No one’s refractory period was that fast. He caught on quickly when Roy reached around himself with slick fingers, guiding them to his own entrance.
“You don’t gotta do that Harper,” said Jason. “I’d be good to go if you just jacked me off a little.”
“You deserve a little better than a hand job after how hard you just made me come, Jay,” said Roy. “Unless you don't want me to?”
“Fuck of course I do.”
Roy fingered himself for a few more moments before pulling the digits out of himself and slicking up Jason’s cock with the lube. It was a little cold, but so slick and amazing and Jason knew he wasn’t going to last once he was inside Roy.
“So how come you’re allowed to prep yourself quickly but took an eternity to prep me?”
“I have more practice with this, I don't need as much time,” said Roy. “Besides, I was having fun teasing.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re about to,” said Roy as he lined himself up with the tip of Jason’s cock.
Roy pressed himself down slowly, but still much quicker than he pressed into Jason, until he was seated in Jason’s lap, his whole cock buried deep inside Roy. Jason couldn’t decide what was better, how full Jason felt with Roy inside him or the tight vice like squeeze of Roy around his cock.
Roy lifted himself back up before pressing back down. He fucked himself with ease. Jason managed a few shallow thrusts up into him, but he could hardly move, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure. So for the most part Roy was doing all the work. It only took a few minutes before Jason was coming harder than he ever had into Roy. His swore his vision whited out for a moment, and when he came too Roy was collapsed on top of him, his head buried in his neck and arms loosely wrapped around him. Jason’s softening length was still inside Roy. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around Roy, pulling him tighter against his body.
They were both quiet for a while, just enjoying the after glow. Roy was the first to speak up. “So, was it good for you?”
“That’s so cliche.”
“I know, but was it?”
“It was fine I guess.”
Roy lifted himself off of Jason and glared at him. Jason chuckled and Roy only glared harder. “I’m kidding, it was perfect Roy.”
“You fucking bet it was,” said Roy, dropping back on top of him, knocking Jason’s now fully soft cock out of him. He pressed little kisses into Jason’s neck.
“Hey Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“Can me and Lian move back in?”
“Of course, I never should have kicked you out in the first place.”
Roy was quiet for a while, before speaking up again. “Can we stay forever?”
“What about Star?”
“I love home, but I was never as attached to it as you are to this hell pit of I city. I wanna be with you Jay, all the time, I never want to leave.”
Jason smiled, happy that Roy’s head was still hidden in his neck so he couldn’t see how goofy he looked. How the fuck had he gotten this lucky? He knew he didn’t deserve this, but somehow Roy wanted him, so there was no fucking way he was ever going to let go.
“Yeah, stay forever.”