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He doesn't know he got here, but Jason wants to go back in time and smack the moron who thought that flirting with a handsome vigilante could go down smoothly. After all, a fight and a fling are almost the same word, so why not? This is why not.
"Repeat that," Jason says through the backlog in his head. He can't even summon up any anger because he doesn't understand what he's hearing.
Shameless, Roy repeats earnestly, "Do you have a vagina?"
This is all the confirmation needed to prove that he hasn't gone insane. The words burst out without his input. "What the fuck."
But Roy just nods like he expected this and leans back in his chair looking like he's the victim in this situation. Jason feels his eyes follow the biceps flexing as the other man leans his face onto an arm.
"I know," Roy sighs, "but there's literally no good Segway to tell a potential hookup that dicks don't do it for me."
There are so many conflicted feelings welling up when he hears that, it's not even funny.
Luckily for the budding awkwardness, Roy either doesn't have a filter or just chooses to ignore it as he goes on, "I've tried getting it on with dudes, and it ended up being a fun time except for the part where my boner decided that meeting his fellows meant that he didn't need to join the party. Made me think that guys just weren't my thing, except I then found myself as a honeypot to infiltrate some Furby cult where my target has a vagina and I have no problem getting on with it!"
At this point Jason gives up trying to follow the plotline and just wants to go back to bed. This is the hot piece he's trying to get with? Really?
Roy just waves a hands around animatedly as he continues his tale. "So really, my type doesn't depend on whatever gender my hookups are, just what's in their pants. Respectfully, of course."
Then the fucker has the audacity to wink at him like he just told a joke. But Jason is an even bigger joke, because instead of feeling offended, he goes, "Then I guess we're lucky I'm your type."
Roy's coy grin turns blinding. At ease and confidence showing through until it's on full display. There's no time to think about the implications behind his own stupidity, because the next moment he is pulled into a kiss. And you know what? He's not going to overthink this any more than he needs to. This is future Jason's problem.