I can't see you, we're texting Jay. Plus, I was doing this thing called sarcasm. Perhaps you've heard of it. :p
Our bodies are all mixed up when it comes to one another. I think we're working them out. Probably should spend some more time together talking. I know it's not our strong suit, but eh.
Oh so now you're trying out some sarcasm? You'll have to teach me sometime.
You and your talking. Yeah yeah, we can talk. Maybe we've gotten better at it. Who knows?
Okay, get your eyes checked, old man. Where did I say you looked bad? I said I can fuck with it. Fuck. You looked good. In a dirty-surfer-townie-with a rap sheet kind of way. Like will fuck your brains out all summer and then ghost you after Labor Day.
Almost back to normal? I don't know. You always look good. But you look happy. The new look suites you. I'm still me. No vacation. Been working out a lot, getting into trouble, brooding, the usual.
It's becoming obvious. Spent some restless nights while you were gone wondering if you were thinking about me, if you were getting off thinking about me like I was to you.
Funny, I've never known how to use it before. I'm perfectly normal like all of B's kids. Don't know why you wouldn't know it.
I keep trying it out. I keep hoping I'll get better. I don't want us to turn out like anything else I've done. You're too important Jay. Way too important to me.
Glad you'd fuck me, even if you'd leave me. ;)
You suit me, and I'm relaxing a little better. I have a reason to be happy. I have someone to come back to. I never thought I'd ever be able to come close to being with you. It's a good thing.
Yeah, I thought it was weird too seeing as his kids are all so normal and well adjusted.
Hey, then we keep trying, yeah? Maybe that long vacation did some good for you. Even if it just reminded me that this city fucking sucks so much more without you.
I think there are probably a lot of people and professionals who would say this is definitely not a good thing but fuck them. They're all hacks who've never done shit for me anyway.
Fuck. Yeah, I'm done working out. You are disgustingly insanely hot, but those pants are so tight you should really take them off.
What do professionals know? They haven't done anything good for either of us yet. Look at all the therapy Bruce has gone through and he's barely making a bit of sense.
This is you and I. We'll figure this shit out, or we'll kill one another.
I did a lot of reflecting. Fuck, I did a lot of missing you. I thought about you too much, and now the situation is a little too desperate. It looks like neither of us is going to make it to the other.
Fucking hell Jason.
I need that.
I need it now. Look at what you're doing to me. Gonna sit here and fuck myself with my hand while I think of you.
Yeah? Only me that gets to see you like this? Gets to touch you the way you're doing now? You gonna call me Jay when I make you come all over that pretty body of yours?
You saving the rest of me for yourself? God, Dick I can't. I need you. I'm already so close.
You know I wouldn't let anyone else touch me or see me like this. No one else gets me like this, my precious Jay. You're it, you're all. My sweet angel. I'm gonna cry out your name when I finally come and make a mess. I'm gonna make a video and send it to you too.
If you want to watch?
You can come, come for me baby. I want to see it too. Just don't touch your pretty little ass. That's mine tonight. I need you, to fill you.
God, you even have sweeter dirty talk. I can barely string two words together right that aren't 'fuck' or 'Dick'.
If I want to watch? Fuck, Dick. Please. I've had to go months just trying to remember.
Not even a finger? Fuck. I'm so empty without you. I'm so close. I need more but it'll be so much better with you, Dick. I'm gonna come with your name on my lips.
You wanna see what just fucking texting you like this does? You wanna see so you can let go for me? Go on.
Fuck you are the sexist thing when you come. I came so hard watching it. Well, you'll see in my video. I cried out your name over and over. You were the only thing I could think about. That hard bunch of your stomach right before come went everywhere. Fuck.
I can't wait until I'm inside you, and my hand is around you making you do that.
Not even a finger. Nothing until it's me. I won't touch myself either. You're the only person who has ever touched me that way, and will only ever be the only person. I - I can't imagine letting someone else do that, be that intimate with me.
I'm kind of mad you came back from vacation and didn't immediately show up at my door. Definitely a fumble, dude.
I won't touch myself but I'm keeping this video in case you decide to fuck off on another 6 month vacation. No way I'm getting caught horny and alone with only a couple fucking pictures again.
I could say the same thing about you. You are so gorgeous I'm jealous of myself.
I had to do a little work before I got naked. Now I'm done with the work, I can get naked with you for several days and not think.
Good. Keep the video. It's all for you. I'm keeping my pictures too, and I'll send you more videos and pictures in the future. I won't leave you again either. You're coming with me. I can't deal without you this long again.
Somehow, you're still hot even when you're being corny :p
Always work with you. What if I have to work for the next several days?
Nah. You needed the vacation and the time away. I think it did you some good. Dick and Jason on vacation, imagine that. Maybe one day, right? Not all of us have built-in coverage.
Leave it to Dick to fuck off on a months long vacation to suddenly waltz back in and expect him to drop everything for a swanky resort suite and the promise of a decent fuck. He even ignored Jason's (only half serious if he's being honest) excuses about work. All you have to do is show up' like he doesn't have anything important to do (he doesn't, not really; nothing more important than this...).
As much work as he's done on himself to begin to make steps towards healing--or even just living because healing feels like a lot to ask most days--sometimes things leak through the cracks but he's getting better at handling his reactions, for the most part. Healing isn't a linear journey or some shit like that.
Dick spoke and people wanted to listen, whether he was fully aware of it or not, that was the effect Dick had on people. As much as he fought and pretended not to be, Jason was, and would probably always be, one of those people. So, he replied to the texts with a thumbs up emoji, swallowed his stubbornness, and pride and nerves and went to pack and figure out what to do about work.
Obviously, he's going to the hotel and it's not because of the seven pools or the chance to get laid (those are just added bonuses that certainly don't hurt). It's because under all the shit in his fucked up head, he misses Dick. This whatever this is, this thing between them is still new and tentative and fragile and he knows Dick knows that too. There's nothing new, however, about Jason's feelings for Dick except that they're almost impossible to shove down and ignore now that he knows Dick feels it too. It was a lot easier to ignore all these years when he could try to pass it off as a dumb kid with a stupid crush. He hasn't been a kid in a long time and he hasn't let himself truly want anything in maybe even longer.
Of course, he runs into some complications trying to wrap up some loose ends for work and it takes longer than he's planning. It's a few hours after check-in time when he finally knocks on the door to the hotel suite, a little worse for wear but no bruises or stitches that aren't covered by his t-shirt. The concierge at the front desk gave him his room key and Jason thinks about just letting himself in, but he hasn't talked to Dick since earlier. What if he didn't wait and he's not even here?
There's been a lot of healing happening on both sides. Dick had to make sure that he was the person that Jason not only wanted but needed as well. Dick knew from early on that he was already in deep from the first time their lips met. It wasn't a question for him. He'd been watching the other young man since he'd met him, and when Jason took the time to be with him, to be the first man he'd ever been with, it was a mind-shifting, body-altering experience.
It made things inside Dick change and the man who Dick had been for so long. The one that up and ran, that hid all his feelings behind big massive walls and would rather sling himself in front of bullets than be serious with a woman, knew that Jason was robbing him of all those old emotions. Dick wanted to do it all at Jason's side. He wanted to tell Jason things he hadn't wanted to tell him when they were younger- before Dick had been chastised by Rachel and taught how to be a family by the rest of the Titans.
He was made new and had to get used to that person for a month before he dropped him into a relationship with Jason, but fuck if it wasn't nearly impossible to stay away. He wanted with the fury of a thousand burning hearths. Dick needed Jason, and talking to him over text wasn't cutting it. They both had to wrap up things going on in Gotham. Dick talked to Bruce about it, and he also spoke with a few of the Titans and had them swing by Gotham for a few days. Things would be alright. He knew that, and that was why he assured Jason of things.
It had taken Dick a while to lay out the suite. He'd put rose petals around the place and candles where they were important, around the bed, and in the ensuite. It was rather beautiful if Dick did say so, and he did. Hearing the knock, Dick makes a face, wondering who it is. He imagines that Jason will let himself in, so maybe it's room service dropping off more pillows as requested. When he answers the door, Jason is on the other side.
"Hey, babe. I figured you'd let yourself in. Didn't you get a key?" He takes a deep breath and then studies Jason. Fuck, he looks so damn good. It's been forever, and Jason looks even better than the day Dick left. They left with an embrace, and Dick wants to yank the other in for a kiss. They already sent one another demonstrations of themselves getting off, but even now, Dick feels more reserved than he should.
"Yeah, I got the key. I thought maybe you--uh--wouldn't be here since it took me so long to get here." He says it before he even looks up at Dick in the doorway, and it all sounds somehow so much dumber out loud than it even did in his head which is an impressive feat. Why would Dick go through all the trouble of booking a room and arranging to be away for a few days if he was just going to give up after a few hours of waiting?
There had been plans to be reserved, to hang back and take stock of what has changed, get acquainted and reacquainted. He had told himself to be cautious and not bulldoze his way through like a bull that just escaped from the slaughterhouse. If he takes thing slow and careful maybe there's less of a chance of shoving his foot in his mouth and ruining shit.
Yeah, that pep talk was all good and great until he finally looks up at Dick standing in the doorway and how much he's missed him hits Jason like a freight train and it's suddenly hard to breathe. He looks the older man over a beat, and then another--the fucking bastard somehow looks even better than the last time he saw him, all tan from vacation, hair still a little longer--and then he's suddenly stepping through the doorway, to take Dick into his arms.
"Not be here? I would wait here forever for you." There's an incredulous shake of his head, given the preposterous idea that he wouldn't wait for Jason after all the time that's already come between them. Dick can't stand waiting any longer, and while they stand there looking, he starts to take a step forward at almost the same moment that Jason does.
Arms reach out and slide home around Jason's waist, immediately dragging themselves under a bulky sweatshirt and t-shirt below to find the soft, succulent skin waiting for him since he left. It's precisely how Dick remembers. There might be a few more marks and scars, but that's to be expected in their line of work-- especially now with how Jason works. It's hard to let go and let Jason go out and do his thing as Red Hood, but Dick trusts him now; he trusts him explicitly. That's a conversation they've yet to have.
There are a lot of conversations they've yet to have, but first, Dick's mouth finds Jason's and crushes it with a passion even Dick didn't know he possessed. It's something darkly possessive that says he's been obsessed with his thoughts and deeply depraved since leaving. Dick's tongue sweeps against Jason's in long decisive strokes, edging him through the kiss that had been over a month in the making.
If the way Jason is holding on to Dick, fingers clenched white-knuckled in the fabric of his shirt, is anything to go by, it's clear Jason hasn't been able to stop thinking about Dick either. Every day for months he tried to distract himself, but his thoughts always came back to Dick. Always. To the point it sometimes actually became a distraction in not so opportune times. The number of times he's had to tell himself to get it together and push Dick from his mind would be embarrassing if anyone else knew.
It doesn't matter right now because Dick is back. It was just supposed to be a quick embrace, an uncharacteristic moment of weakness and relief at seeing Dick standing there in front of him but the moment Dick's mouth finds his it's like the world stops. Jason's mind is always his own worst enemy and he can talk himself out of a chance at something that might just make him happy better than anyone, anxiety, fear, doubt, anger, they are constant companions, but sometimes with Dick, it all goes quiet.
Dick is kissing him like a man starved and Jason meets him exactly where he's at, opening his mouth to sweep his tongue along Dick's and almost tripping over his duffle bag in his haste to pull the man closer if that's even possible. Then Dick's hands are under his sweatshirt and on his skin and the world starts up again, faster and sharper than before. Jason sighs into the kiss, fingers tightening in Dick's shirt.
"I think," he says, flushed and breathless, "you said something about wanting to talk."
"We can talk. After I..." Shit. There's going to be time for everything. They've got three whole fucking days' worth of time for them to talk and fuck, but right now, Dick can barely breathe for wanting. It's like their first time all over again, except it's better because he knows exactly how he feels about Jason. The pain in his lungs, the sweet yearning hunger, is because Dick is head over heels and has been since before they hooked up.
It took him a while to realize that, and he took out the fact that he couldn't adjust to the feelings out on Jason the last time they were together. He didn't react to things the way he should have. He flew off the handle and expected a world of difference. Now, Dick understands. He gets it. The rush that makes his head spin is not only lust. Perhaps he's terrified of the discussion they're going to have and needs this thing to be perfect before he goes there.
"do this.." His lips skirt down Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin. He remembers how Jason used to wear his marks like a brand, like something to be proud of. Dick knows he used to push into the marks, pulling at them to make them last longer, deeper, further. He wanted to remember every second they were together. Yanking the sweatshirt off of Jason, Dick's hand does a deeper dive. It drills home on a nipple, twisting and pulling at it once it's found beneath the flimsy shirt. There's a long, full groan that accompanies that motion, Dick already painfully hard. It's been so, so fucking long.
"Fuck, I want you. I need you. Please tell me that this is okay..."
After is exactly what Jason was hoping Dick would say. Now that he's here and Dick's hands are on him, it's hard to think about anything else. There is also the fact that maybe the thought of talking is more than a little terrifying and he's more than okay with avoiding it for as long as possible.
They both made mistakes before Dick left for vacation. If he's being honest, Jason knows he probably wasn't ready for something so serious at the time, especially with Dick. Dick who has occupied so many of his thoughts in so many different ways for so long. The history and feelings were so deep and complicated it was difficult to untangle. You add that to the steaming hot mess of his own life and yeah, that makes for some really complicated shit. The thing is, Jason is not someone who does casual. He's not sure he can.
How can he ever be casual about this; about the way just kissing Dick leaves him breathless and all he can do is tilt his head when Dick's lips are on his neck and surrender to the way his heart stops and stutters in his chest.
"Dick," he pants, reaching between them to touch him, to palm him over his jeans because he's too impatient to wait. He's got the button to Dick's pants open before he realizes he never actually gave him an answer.
Opening his mouth to scrape his teeth over the material of Jason's shirt, Dick claws at it with his teeth, yanking at the skin and fabric, sucking and pulling as he does. It would be surprising if red didn't appear to blossom and spread along the cotton. Dick is relentless in his pursuit. He doesn't pause until he realizes where Jason's fingers are.
When he's touched, it's like a grenade's landed against his cock. It's fire and wildness. Dick can't help but moan out Jason's name. He, too, is panting when he pulls his head back and looks Jason in the eyes. There's a world in his eyes. He knows the guilt they've both held for crimes committed against one another, things they've both hastily apologized for and agonized over. It's all tangled up in love. Dick had time to release it-- to let it go while he was gone. He will apologize again, but his love is free and only mixed with desire. It might not be the easiest thing to talk about, but it's there strong in his eyes as he gazes at Jason.
"Bedroom. I want - I need, now..." Dick may not be able to put together words. Still, he manages to drag the rest of Jason's shirts off and his own as he pulls them towards his bedroom, banging against walls to take advantage of Jason's lips and how much he desperately needs to be partially one with him as they twist and tangle their tongues.
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Date: 2024-09-14 11:35 am (UTC)Our bodies are all mixed up when it comes to one another. I think we're working them out. Probably should spend some more time together talking. I know it's not our strong suit, but eh.
So you're saying I looked bad on vacation. Good thing I'm mostly back to normal.
You know I've missed you. It's hard being away. I always get hard for you. Isn't that obvious.
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Date: 2024-09-14 04:01 pm (UTC)You and your talking. Yeah yeah, we can talk. Maybe we've gotten better at it. Who knows?
Okay, get your eyes checked, old man. Where did I say you looked bad? I said I can fuck with it. Fuck. You looked good. In a dirty-surfer-townie-with a rap sheet kind of way. Like will fuck your brains out all summer and then ghost you after Labor Day.
Almost back to normal? I don't know. You always look good. But you look happy. The new look suites you. I'm still me. No vacation. Been working out a lot, getting into trouble, brooding, the usual.
It's becoming obvious. Spent some restless nights while you were gone wondering if you were thinking about me, if you were getting off thinking about me like I was to you.
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Date: 2024-09-14 08:20 pm (UTC)I keep trying it out. I keep hoping I'll get better. I don't want us to turn out like anything else I've done. You're too important Jay. Way too important to me.
Glad you'd fuck me, even if you'd leave me. ;)
You suit me, and I'm relaxing a little better. I have a reason to be happy. I have someone to come back to. I never thought I'd ever be able to come close to being with you. It's a good thing.
You know how it goes. (nsfw)
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Date: 2024-09-15 04:12 am (UTC)Hey, then we keep trying, yeah? Maybe that long vacation did some good for you. Even if it just reminded me that this city fucking sucks so much more without you.
I think there are probably a lot of people and professionals who would say this is definitely not a good thing but fuck them. They're all hacks who've never done shit for me anyway.
Fuck. Yeah, I'm done working out. You are disgustingly insanely hot, but those pants are so tight you should really take them off.
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Date: 2024-09-15 08:09 pm (UTC)This is you and I. We'll figure this shit out, or we'll kill one another.
Looks like It's pretty determined to come see you.
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Date: 2024-09-15 11:58 pm (UTC)I don't know what vacation did to you but I like it.
I liked you before too though, just for the record.
I don't blame it. we're pretty lonely.
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Date: 2024-09-16 09:49 am (UTC)Fucking hell Jason.
I need that.
I need it now. Look at what you're doing to me. Gonna sit here and fuck myself with my hand while I think of you.
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Date: 2024-09-17 03:47 pm (UTC)Fuck. I want you so bad. I'm not going to make it.
Just imaging it's your hands on me.
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Date: 2024-09-17 10:30 pm (UTC)I want you so bad too. I need you. We'll hurry through this time, but no touching anywhere but your cock. Rules.
I am. I can feel it now. You have long fingers, and calloused hands.
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Date: 2024-09-18 02:29 pm (UTC)You saving the rest of me for yourself? God, Dick I can't. I need you. I'm already so close.
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Date: 2024-09-18 07:31 pm (UTC)If you want to watch?
You can come, come for me baby. I want to see it too. Just don't touch your pretty little ass. That's mine tonight. I need you, to fill you.
nsfw gif idk why it came out smaller lol
Date: 2024-09-19 12:51 am (UTC)If I want to watch? Fuck, Dick. Please. I've had to go months just trying to remember.
Not even a finger? Fuck. I'm so empty without you. I'm so close. I need more but it'll be so much better with you, Dick. I'm gonna come with your name on my lips.
You wanna see what just fucking texting you like this does? You wanna see so you can let go for me?
Go on.
nsfw video
Date: 2024-09-19 12:10 pm (UTC)I can't wait until I'm inside you, and my hand is around you making you do that.
Not even a finger. Nothing until it's me. I won't touch myself either. You're the only person who has ever touched me that way, and will only ever be the only person. I - I can't imagine letting someone else do that, be that intimate with me.
Shit, babe. See what you do to me in return?
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Date: 2024-09-21 09:33 pm (UTC)I'm kind of mad you came back from vacation and didn't immediately show up at my door. Definitely a fumble, dude.
I won't touch myself but I'm keeping this video in case you decide to fuck off on another 6 month vacation. No way I'm getting caught horny and alone with only a couple fucking pictures again.
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Date: 2024-09-22 01:35 am (UTC)I had to do a little work before I got naked. Now I'm done with the work, I can get naked with you for several days and not think.
Good. Keep the video. It's all for you. I'm keeping my pictures too, and I'll send you more videos and pictures in the future. I won't leave you again either. You're coming with me. I can't deal without you this long again.
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Date: 2024-09-23 01:51 pm (UTC)Always work with you. What if I have to work for the next several days?
Nah. You needed the vacation and the time away. I think it did you some good. Dick and Jason on vacation, imagine that. Maybe one day, right? Not all of us have built-in coverage.
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Date: 2024-09-23 08:54 pm (UTC)This place is a dream, and it's only a little bit out of Gotham.
i can move this to its own post if that would be preferred <3
Date: 2024-10-01 04:51 pm (UTC)Leave it to Dick to fuck off on a months long vacation to suddenly waltz back in and expect him to drop everything for a swanky resort suite and the promise of a decent fuck. He even ignored Jason's (only half serious if he's being honest) excuses about work. All you have to do is show up' like he doesn't have anything important to do (he doesn't, not really; nothing more important than this...).
As much work as he's done on himself to begin to make steps towards healing--or even just living because healing feels like a lot to ask most days--sometimes things leak through the cracks but he's getting better at handling his reactions, for the most part. Healing isn't a linear journey or some shit like that.
Dick spoke and people wanted to listen, whether he was fully aware of it or not, that was the effect Dick had on people. As much as he fought and pretended not to be, Jason was, and would probably always be, one of those people. So, he replied to the texts with a thumbs up emoji, swallowed his stubbornness, and pride and nerves and went to pack and figure out what to do about work.
Obviously, he's going to the hotel and it's not because of the seven pools or the chance to get laid (those are just added bonuses that certainly don't hurt). It's because under all the shit in his fucked up head, he misses Dick. This whatever this is, this thing between them is still new and tentative and fragile and he knows Dick knows that too. There's nothing new, however, about Jason's feelings for Dick except that they're almost impossible to shove down and ignore now that he knows Dick feels it too. It was a lot easier to ignore all these years when he could try to pass it off as a dumb kid with a stupid crush. He hasn't been a kid in a long time and he hasn't let himself truly want anything in maybe even longer.
Of course, he runs into some complications trying to wrap up some loose ends for work and it takes longer than he's planning. It's a few hours after check-in time when he finally knocks on the door to the hotel suite, a little worse for wear but no bruises or stitches that aren't covered by his t-shirt. The concierge at the front desk gave him his room key and Jason thinks about just letting himself in, but he hasn't talked to Dick since earlier. What if he didn't wait and he's not even here?
Wherever is fine. Here there, it matters not to me. :) I'm easy
Date: 2024-10-01 09:22 pm (UTC)It made things inside Dick change and the man who Dick had been for so long. The one that up and ran, that hid all his feelings behind big massive walls and would rather sling himself in front of bullets than be serious with a woman, knew that Jason was robbing him of all those old emotions. Dick wanted to do it all at Jason's side. He wanted to tell Jason things he hadn't wanted to tell him when they were younger- before Dick had been chastised by Rachel and taught how to be a family by the rest of the Titans.
He was made new and had to get used to that person for a month before he dropped him into a relationship with Jason, but fuck if it wasn't nearly impossible to stay away. He wanted with the fury of a thousand burning hearths. Dick needed Jason, and talking to him over text wasn't cutting it. They both had to wrap up things going on in Gotham. Dick talked to Bruce about it, and he also spoke with a few of the Titans and had them swing by Gotham for a few days. Things would be alright. He knew that, and that was why he assured Jason of things.
It had taken Dick a while to lay out the suite. He'd put rose petals around the place and candles where they were important, around the bed, and in the ensuite. It was rather beautiful if Dick did say so, and he did. Hearing the knock, Dick makes a face, wondering who it is. He imagines that Jason will let himself in, so maybe it's room service dropping off more pillows as requested. When he answers the door, Jason is on the other side.
"Hey, babe. I figured you'd let yourself in. Didn't you get a key?" He takes a deep breath and then studies Jason. Fuck, he looks so damn good. It's been forever, and Jason looks even better than the day Dick left. They left with an embrace, and Dick wants to yank the other in for a kiss. They already sent one another demonstrations of themselves getting off, but even now, Dick feels more reserved than he should.
<3 <3 <3
Date: 2024-10-02 02:04 am (UTC)There had been plans to be reserved, to hang back and take stock of what has changed, get acquainted and reacquainted. He had told himself to be cautious and not bulldoze his way through like a bull that just escaped from the slaughterhouse. If he takes thing slow and careful maybe there's less of a chance of shoving his foot in his mouth and ruining shit.
Yeah, that pep talk was all good and great until he finally looks up at Dick standing in the doorway and how much he's missed him hits Jason like a freight train and it's suddenly hard to breathe. He looks the older man over a beat, and then another--the fucking bastard somehow looks even better than the last time he saw him, all tan from vacation, hair still a little longer--and then he's suddenly stepping through the doorway, to take Dick into his arms.
"Fuck. I missed you, you asshole."
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Date: 2024-10-02 02:04 pm (UTC)Arms reach out and slide home around Jason's waist, immediately dragging themselves under a bulky sweatshirt and t-shirt below to find the soft, succulent skin waiting for him since he left. It's precisely how Dick remembers. There might be a few more marks and scars, but that's to be expected in their line of work-- especially now with how Jason works. It's hard to let go and let Jason go out and do his thing as Red Hood, but Dick trusts him now; he trusts him explicitly. That's a conversation they've yet to have.
There are a lot of conversations they've yet to have, but first, Dick's mouth finds Jason's and crushes it with a passion even Dick didn't know he possessed. It's something darkly possessive that says he's been obsessed with his thoughts and deeply depraved since leaving. Dick's tongue sweeps against Jason's in long decisive strokes, edging him through the kiss that had been over a month in the making.
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Date: 2024-10-03 04:14 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter right now because Dick is back. It was just supposed to be a quick embrace, an uncharacteristic moment of weakness and relief at seeing Dick standing there in front of him but the moment Dick's mouth finds his it's like the world stops. Jason's mind is always his own worst enemy and he can talk himself out of a chance at something that might just make him happy better than anyone, anxiety, fear, doubt, anger, they are constant companions, but sometimes with Dick, it all goes quiet.
Dick is kissing him like a man starved and Jason meets him exactly where he's at, opening his mouth to sweep his tongue along Dick's and almost tripping over his duffle bag in his haste to pull the man closer if that's even possible. Then Dick's hands are under his sweatshirt and on his skin and the world starts up again, faster and sharper than before. Jason sighs into the kiss, fingers tightening in Dick's shirt.
"I think," he says, flushed and breathless, "you said something about wanting to talk."
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Date: 2024-10-03 07:27 pm (UTC)It took him a while to realize that, and he took out the fact that he couldn't adjust to the feelings out on Jason the last time they were together. He didn't react to things the way he should have. He flew off the handle and expected a world of difference. Now, Dick understands. He gets it. The rush that makes his head spin is not only lust. Perhaps he's terrified of the discussion they're going to have and needs this thing to be perfect before he goes there.
"do this.." His lips skirt down Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin. He remembers how Jason used to wear his marks like a brand, like something to be proud of. Dick knows he used to push into the marks, pulling at them to make them last longer, deeper, further. He wanted to remember every second they were together. Yanking the sweatshirt off of Jason, Dick's hand does a deeper dive. It drills home on a nipple, twisting and pulling at it once it's found beneath the flimsy shirt. There's a long, full groan that accompanies that motion, Dick already painfully hard. It's been so, so fucking long.
"Fuck, I want you. I need you. Please tell me that this is okay..."
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Date: 2024-10-06 12:22 am (UTC)They both made mistakes before Dick left for vacation. If he's being honest, Jason knows he probably wasn't ready for something so serious at the time, especially with Dick. Dick who has occupied so many of his thoughts in so many different ways for so long. The history and feelings were so deep and complicated it was difficult to untangle. You add that to the steaming hot mess of his own life and yeah, that makes for some really complicated shit. The thing is, Jason is not someone who does casual. He's not sure he can.
How can he ever be casual about this; about the way just kissing Dick leaves him breathless and all he can do is tilt his head when Dick's lips are on his neck and surrender to the way his heart stops and stutters in his chest.
"Dick," he pants, reaching between them to touch him, to palm him over his jeans because he's too impatient to wait. He's got the button to Dick's pants open before he realizes he never actually gave him an answer.
"Yes. Yes, this is okay. Please..."
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Date: 2024-10-06 02:08 pm (UTC)When he's touched, it's like a grenade's landed against his cock. It's fire and wildness. Dick can't help but moan out Jason's name. He, too, is panting when he pulls his head back and looks Jason in the eyes. There's a world in his eyes. He knows the guilt they've both held for crimes committed against one another, things they've both hastily apologized for and agonized over. It's all tangled up in love. Dick had time to release it-- to let it go while he was gone. He will apologize again, but his love is free and only mixed with desire. It might not be the easiest thing to talk about, but it's there strong in his eyes as he gazes at Jason.
"Bedroom. I want - I need, now..." Dick may not be able to put together words. Still, he manages to drag the rest of Jason's shirts off and his own as he pulls them towards his bedroom, banging against walls to take advantage of Jason's lips and how much he desperately needs to be partially one with him as they twist and tangle their tongues.
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