Jason grinned, his lazy, sexy grin that would so often accompany a gun pointing in Richard's direction. The way he eyed him made Dick feel repulsed and thrilled at the same time – lewd thoughts lurked behind that smile. Raising his cigarette, Jason blew a breath of smoke in Dick's direction, the smell of the nicotine making his pulse speed up and his head ache.
"So how about it, Dickie-bird?" he drawled between drags, puffs of smoke escaping from between his lips with the words. "We go back to my place after this. It'll be just you and me, maybe a bottle of wine, some music… we'll take it nice and slow. Nice and easy."
Dick let out an uncomfortable laugh, his face flushing. He never knew how to react when Jason acted like this. He could never tell if he was serious, could never tell if he should play along or cut it off before Jason read too much into the banter. His brother was unpredictable, moody, and occasionally savage, but even when things were at their worst between them, Jason had never bothered to hide his lust for Dick. Richard himself wasn't sure how he felt about Jason.
Of course he was attracted to him. The man was sexy – handsome, dangerous, and perfectly willing to fulfill whatever dark desires Dick had floating around in the most secretive corners of his mind. But they were still brothers, blood relatives or not, and the thought of incest made Dick squirm. Not to mention that he didn't want to do anything that might compromise the brotherly relationship that they'd only just managed to rebuild.
He watched Jason's lips as he took another pull on the cigarette.
Jason cocked an eyebrow, encouraged by Dick's reluctance to reply. "C'mon, you'll like it," he cooed. "And honestly, Dickie, you could always just lie on your back and think of England." The hand that wasn't holding a cigarette pressed itself against Dick's upper thigh.
Dick half-smirked, feeling lightheaded. "Really, Jason," he countered with an arrogance he didn't feel, "are you saying you'd be so bad that I'd have to think of England to suffer through your performance?" He let his hand fall upon Jason's and began playing with his brother's fingers, amused with his own daring.
Jason's grin widened, thrilled to be getting a response from Dick. "Oh, you'd like it," he murmured. "I'd make sure of it. But just in case you needed more encouragement…" His hand crept farther up Dick's thigh.
Dick's breath caught in his throat. He looked at their hands, the fingers splayed together over his leg. He looked at the cigarette smoke, curling blue into the air. He looked at Jason – eager eyes, wicked smile on that sumptuous mouth – and he hesitated. Jason saw. He squeezed Dick's thigh, leaned forward. Dick closed his eyes. And sighed.
He waited a second longer before batting Jason's hand away and leaping up, flipping backwards in a somersault that landed him halfway across the room. He turned and darted out, giggling a little at the sight of his shocked brother.
"Sorry, Jaybird!" he called as he made his escape down the hall. "Incest just isn't on my to-do list for today. So, unfortunately, that means neither are you."
"Fucking tease!" Jason shouted after him, along with a whole bunch of other expletives that Dick ignored. He'd made his decision.
At least, for today.