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Jason can feel his cheeks still burning, as he makes his way through the dancing people, having his goal for the night already in sight. It’s easy to ignore the loud music while he is busy cursing Roy down to his great grandparents. That fucker thinks it’s funny, to call Jason in, every time they need a male honeypot.
Not that he isn’t good at it. Really, there is nothing easier than to make old fucks salivate over a bit shown skin in tight clothes, that show off his own physique. Especially his muscles in comparison to his waist. Whyever the hell that is something to lust over.. Jason doesn’t like it, but Talia had been very thorough in this part of his ‘training’. Which means he is pretty fantastic at it.
But that doesn’t mean that he wants Dick of all people to see him like this! All dolled up, looking as if there is nothing but air in his empty head. If he ever wanted to be taken seriously and seen as an equal by any person on this whole god damn planet, then its Dick. But for what missions does he get called in by that red headed asshole?
Honeypot missions. That’s what.
The first time Dick saw him, entering the room to get an overview and mission layout, the man had stared at him for what felt like forever, before turning away abruptly and more or less ignoring him afterwards. Only talking to the air beside Jasons head and not looking at him directly anymore.
And no matter that he had been called in and practically begged to take the role, he had felt like some escort that had been judged and found wanting. By the golden boy. By the mighty leader of the Titans. By Nightwing himself. By the original Robin.
Fuck had that annoyed him. And maybe hurt.
But still, Jason can’t be sure if that reaction hadn’t been the better one, because the next time Dick had actually smiled at him and bantered. Called him a pretty boy that better made certain that he wouldn’t be touched.
He can’t remember the last time he has blushed that much before. If ever.
How could he not? To be called that by Dick of all people, did go directly under his skin. The roaming blue glistening eyes that took his whole outfit in and finally had demanded to be the one to wire him up, had just been the cherry on top.
It had all been very professional of course, but he can still feel the fingertips on his skin, as Dick pulled the whole thing under his shirt and taped it over his heart. Each touch had been their own singular burn. One after another. Together with Dicks own body heat, that he could feel from how close the man stood.. It had been overwhelming.
Dick had been overwhelming.
Especially as he finally looked up from his work and gave him a hard look that came out of nowhere for Jason. It isn’t that he is everybody’s darling, but he thought they had been on good terms. Dick himself invited him to some missions with the Titans, and they met up from time to time. Just the two of them. Not only to patrol but to do normal stuff too. Getting a coffee. Watching a movie. After the first few times, when he had still been very mistrusting about the whole ‘getting to know each other better’ thing, he had found himself relaxing. Had actually started to joke around with Dick. Having fun.
He had frowned and suddenly Dicks face had smoothed out. “Really Jay”, he had started, his voice just loud enough to stay between them. “The information isn’t important enough to… let them do stuff to you.”
Jason remembers his own indignation. “You think I can’t do it?”
Dick had pressed his lips together in a fine line, before reaching out and tugging gently at one of Jasons styled hair strands. “I know you can. That’s not my problem.”
He never found out, what exactly had been Dicks problem then, because the others had pulled Jason aside for some last moment information. The operation had been smooth sailing from there. If one likes men and on the younger but legal side, there wasn’t anyone that Jason couldn’t entice. Talia had always said that it was all in the head. That if he believed he was the most important and beautiful, his body language would follow up. Garner that with a little smirk here and some adoration in the big blinking eyes and voilá: One seduced target.
And sure, he smiles at the target of this night and accepts the arm around his hips to guide him closer, he can’t say he wants to be touched like this. Not by these men at least, but it also isn’t as trauma inducing as Dicks words would hint. Jason doesn’t have sex with them or whatever. It’s not like he does whore himself out.
It’s a job and he does it. Simple really.
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Dick doesn’t hate easily. It’s an emotion he finds himself hesitating to reach for, since it would be so easy for him to fall into rage at the right circumstances. And he likes to think himself being a professional. Able to keep the needed emotional distance to see cases through. Afterwards it is a different matter and in their line of work they all learn to deal with what they see and experience in their own ways.
As they are watching Jasons way through the club over the cameras, he must admit that it is very hard not to hate this. Having to stay back and see hands touching what isn’t theirs. Observing slimy smiles and appraising looks that put some sick sort of value on his Little Wing. Sexual value even. It has him grinding his teeth and wishing for a heavy workout with his escrima sticks right then and there.
This whole thing should have never started and he had thought at first that Roy made a bad joke as he suggested Jason for this sort of mission as they urgently needed information. Only it hadn’t been.
The Jason that had rolled up on them had nothing to do with how he did go out as Red Hood and even less with the Jason that Dick is used to in civil clothes. There hadn’t been any sarcastic printed shirts in sight. Or jeans worn for comfort that had been washed so often that they are soft to the touch too.
What had entered the room that day.. Dick hadn’t been able to compute. To compare. To overlap. The low sitting black pants that gave unhindered way to look at his hipbones whenever he moved his arms upwards, as it had the shirt rising up with them. The dark green shirt that brought out Jasons eyes and looked as if it had been painted on his body. Never mind the styled hair that looked as if someone did run their hands through it, while they fucked Jason silly.
Dick had been woefully unprepared for that picture in his head. About Jason.
Jason.
The perpetually closed off clam that Dick had spent so much time and effort to gently coax open enough, to get glimpses about the heart still living and beating there. A feat he was still so very proud about. Especially since Jason opened up more and more and their talks gained some personal weight outside of them being vigilantes. Or anti-heroes, as Jay likes to call himself.
He couldn’t combine these two very different pictures into one whole. The guy that looked like sex on legs, that leaned over to his target and smiled a heat filled promise couldn’t be the same guy that likes to go on long rants about equality payment for diverse groups while stuffing his mouth full with hotdogs.
He also never had to deal with the fact that one look practically gave him a raging boner that only the cup in his suit helped to hide.
From which he needed some serious time to get over with. From ‘shouldn’t he be my brother?’ to ‘I thought I left my bi-sexual phase behind me’ in speed breaking records. He was over the ‘should I feel sick over this?’ relatively fast as he rubbed one out while thinking what he wanted to do to Jason and had a sheer blinding orgasm. They weren’t blood related. They didn’t grow up together. They never even lived together. And above all: Now that he had seen it.. now that he knew.. Jason might be the hottest man Dick had ever shown any interest in.
Yes. Dick got over himself pretty fast.
What he didn’t get over was the next time Roy had the audacity to call Jason in. It had taken every ounce of self-control he had, to not just grab and drag him into the nearest room. Over a table. Shit, a wall would have done it. He isn’t picky.
Instead he insisted on being the one to wire Jay up. Talking lightly to him and just to remind him that nothing was so important as to have lines crossed. And of course, Jay had gotten it wrong and taken offense. Seen Dicks barely controlled possessiveness protectiveness as doubt over Jasons abilities.
Someone really needs to show that boy his worth.
And take over the reins, because his Little Wing obviously can’t be trusted to look after himself. If Dick had any say, he would never be in a position to let his perfect body be tainted by touches from these lowlife scumbags.
“I can hear you grinding your teeth.”
He throws Roy an unimpressed look, before going back to the cameras. Observing how Jasons muscle play out with each move and how he just goes along with the hand on his lower back that sinks lower every damnable second. Dicks fingers twitch, again wishing for some physical punishment. First that scumbag and then putting Jason in his place, for not breaking bones already.
A deep sigh. “You realize the difference, don’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”, he asks through clenched teeth, body locking up as the hand finally lands on Jasons ass.
“Don’t tell me you have never noticed that this man”, Dick can see Roy pointing at the monitor out of the corner of his eyes, “that is so full of confidence and charming pants off right now, is basically reduced to a blushing maiden whenever your full attention is on him?”
And that little sentence brings his steadily more violence gaining thoughts to a surprising halt. He glances over to one of his longest friends. “What?”
Said friend rolls his eyes and mutters something about oblivious idiots before shrugging his shoulders. “I am just saying, that you should look at some of your interactions from a different angle. You might find something surprising.”
A different angle? Blushing maiden?
He has seen Jason blush and stubbornly looking away with a clenched jaw. But that had been before Dick had his revelation. He hadn’t flirted or suggested or even hinted at something.
But what if Jason had? Is that what Roy is hinting at, while waving a whole white fence at him? Could it be, that situations he filed under Jason being simply Jason and therefore uncomfortable with some normal human interaction, had been perceived completely differently by the man?
Like Dick throwing his arm around Jasons shoulders and congratulating him on a job well done. Or how he always got cagey and shifty whenever Dick called him his Little Wing. Or that time that he brought over some takeout food that he knew Jason liked and Dick had attributed his red face to the shower he was so clearly fresh out from.
There are lots of these little moments that play like a silent movie through his mind and rearrange themselves into something new. Into something that has Dicks gut churning in hot waves. Something that goes deeper than his need to get his hands all over Jason. Something that has him instantly charmed beyond belief.
Jesus Christ! He hadn’t seen it. How had he not seen how unbelievable cute and under stress Jason had been around him? The little side eyes. The small smiles. The blushing.
God, the blushing. He needs to see how far down these go. He needs.
Honestly, he needs a lot of things right about now and they all start and end with Jason Todd.
“It’s a good thing that at least one of you is able to put two and two together.” Roy mutters and Dick is not sure if he wants to hug his friend in the moment or to be mad about the time it took to get there.
On the other hand, does that mean that Jason is in denial? Or that Jason thinks Dick wouldn’t want him? Maybe he is also going through the ‘is it sick?’ thing that Dick left behind him with barely more then a shrug?
In the end he doesn’t really care. Now he knows and can’t unsee. Doesn’t want to unsee. Oh no, he is very much ready to go all the miles in the other direction and if he has to drag Jason with him, he will do it. Gladly even. He will just have to make sure, that his (and Roys apparently) whole thesis is based on the truth. He wouldn’t impose anything on anyone that doesn’t want it.
But if..
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Well, that had been a bust. This dude didn’t even have half the contacts that he boasted about. All hot air and nothing of substance. It annoyed Jason that he had to cut his own patrol in Gotham short for it but sometimes it just is like that.
Shouldering his way through the people, he lets himself out through a side door that leads into an alley. It’s the moment the clothes he is wearing for this kind of shit show how unpractical they are. He very much would prefer to have one of his hoodies to put over his head and cargo pants to stuff his hands into. This skintight stuff is way to hard to deal with out in the open. Hell, the only weapons he has on him in the moment are some hidden knifes.
Sighing and rubbing through his hair, not without cursing all the gel he had to use on it, he starts his journey down the alley. He just gave his findings, or what he didn’t find to Roy and disconnected the comm as Dick steps into his way. Jason frowns, noting how the suit got also changed for normal clothes. Just black pants and a grey shirt. Which look great on Dick, then again, what doesn’t, and have him envious because they look a lot more comfortable than his own.
“You heard?”, he wants to know and earns a little nod for it as the older man steps closer, while his eyes roam over Jasons body.
“Yes. Seems like the intel was faulty. I am sorry.”
Jason shrugs. “It happens.” He wont whine to Dick about lost time. They all know how it sometimes goes. But he does step back as Dick comes closer, his expression not exactly closed off but there is something Jason can’t name. It has the hairs in his neck raising. “Dick?”
“You appear unconcerned that a sleazebag just had his hands all over you.” The delivery is flat and Jason starts wondering if Dick is.. angry? It’s not his fault that the guy didn’t have the wanted information! He tried, okay?!
“It’s not like this stuff traumatizes me. It’s just part of the job.” Give him a day and he most likely wont even remember the guys face. “It’s not like I wasn’t in control the whole time.”
“Hm”, Dick muses, again coming closer until Jason can feel his back hitting the nearest wall, since he continued to step back. What the fuck is going on? “You think you are in control while some men touch you however they like?” By now Dick is close enough that they are basically nose to nose. His in the dark somehow gleaming blue eyes dropping down from his face and a second later there is another hand on his hip.
Only that this time it isn’t a random target. It’s Dick. And that shifts the whole thing from barely notable to something else entirely. To something that let him feel the hands warmth through his clothes and that gives him goosebumps as his shirt rides up and makes place to have the mans thumb circling over his hipbone.
“That’s not..”, what the hell? “Dick, what are you doing?” His brain tries giving the command to just shove the other back but his body is locked in place. Chained down by nothing more than a look. He gets the crisp and fresh smell of Dicks cologne into his nose as he leans in even closer, pressing some of his weight down on the one hand on Jasons hip.
“Are you in control right now?”
Jason swallows. What is this? Dick making sure his training is really good enough? But why does it sound so suggestive? Is Dick putting himself in the spot of the target? “You aren’t exactly a random guy.”
“True”, the admittance comes fast as Dick shifts, so that his leg is sliding in right between Jasons. “But I am touching you uninvited and I want to know if you are in control right now.”
It doesn’t feel like it. Fuck. It feels as if control is the one thing that runs like sand through his fingers. He can’t even count the number of times he had imagined Dick this close. In similar positions. Nothing brotherly. Nothing platonic.
“Because if you are in control, Little Wing, I have to wonder..” Dicks voice is close to his ear in a low cadence that has his heart fluttering in his chest like a songbird in its cage. Is this really happening? Did Dick notice? Jason had thought he had his dumb little crush under control. Only telling Roy about his frustrations, about not being able to just let it go. About not being able not to watch every single graceful move. Not being able to look away whenever Dick throws his head back to laugh in mirth. Not being able to fucking stop wishing things were different between them.
“Is this a joke?”, if this really is the fucked up version of training, he might sock Dick into the mouth for real. And have another fallout with the other bats and birds.
“A joke”, the man echoes, shifting again and finally pressing fully against Jason. “What kind of joke would that be? Do you know how very much I didn’t feel like laughing as I had to watch this slimebag touch you? To put his hands on you as if he owned you? Knowing that he would want to do nothing more but put you over the next surface and fuck you?”
His body shudders without his input. If due to the words or the puffed out warm breath that drafts over his ear is anyone’s guess. Opening his mouth, for once nothing comes out, before closing it again. Jason has no idea what to say here. That is probably what the guy wanted, if the very unsubtle dropped hints had anything to go by.
“Do you want to hear how I know that?” Dick doesn’t wait for his answer, instead putting his still free hand on Jasons other hip. “Because that’s what I wanted to do, the moment you walked in today. And I can’t believe that guy got to touch you, while I had to watch it.”
Jason finally understands what people mean when they say that they bluescreened. Because that is very much what is happening here. That.. what? Did he hear that correctly? Did Dick just say what Jason thought he said? No matter, it is what he heard, and his face might try to be serious competition for his Red Hood helmet, as burning as it feels. “That.. Wha..?”
“I hope you are still in control, because it will be on you to stop me.” Dick murmurs and Jason can barely made out the words over his own loudly rushing blood in his ears, before his lips are captured in a kiss. Firm and hot lips, fully demanding and hungry on his, coaxing out a reaction before Jasons brain can catch up.
His arms are around Dick, pulling him even closer and groaning into the kiss. Distantly he can hear his own fine thread of sanity snapping but he doesn’t care. About nothing. If this is some joke or training or whatever.. who the fuck cares? He has Dick fucking Grayson pressed against him and his tongue in his mouth. A very skilled one, that he moans around.
From there it’s a bit of a haze of making out and hands gliding under shirts and touching and pressing and rubbing and a whole teenager level make out session against a probably dirty wall in some random back alley of some club.
Jason couldn’t have been happier. Swearing to himself to treasure each little sound that Dick makes as the treasures they are. And no crowbar ever will make him able to forget how it feels to follow the mans directions and earning breathless but so god damn earnest praise for it.
And promises. Hell, if Dick even intends to fulfill half of them, as he whispers them into Jasons skin as he kisses, licks and bites over it, Jason might die as a happy man for once.
“They aren’t allowed to touch you anymore.” Dick suddenly more or less growls out. “No one is. Not for some bullshit honeypot mission and not otherwise. Do you hear me, Jason? You are my Little Wing and I might go insane if I ever have to watch that again.”
Shit. Who would have thought?
Opening his eyes again, he is met by Dicks. Giving him a darkly promising look and while Jason might still feel as if he stepped into some kind of mirror universe, he also really can’t help himself. It’s a problem. “What happens if I do allow it?” Not that there would anyone ever be better. Or anyone he wants to be touched by more than Dick. And still, it is down to his DNA to needle.
Dicks eyes go darker, as if they are a mood ring. “I am not sharing you.”
Oh wow. They are talking about more than making out then? Something real? “For how long?”
“For as long as you will have me.” There is no hesitation.
Aw fuck. This time it is him that starts their next kiss. He can’t believe that Roy had been right. He should maybe done something about his little (or not so little) crush. “Okay”, he mumbles against wet kissed lips, feeling the heat of the body against his own. Before repeating it for good measure: “Okay.”
He would have maybe thought five seconds longer about it, if he had known at that point that Dick golden boy Grayson had a possessive streak a mile wide and some very specific ideas for the bedroom, but then again.. most likely not.