Title: Get A Fucking Deadbolt
Author: Foxy
Rating: R
Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne
Warning(s): slash, language
A/N: Characters belong to DC Comics
They really should have locked the door.
Hindsight calls them all sorts of names ranging from morons to fucking idiots, but in the middle of their little session, neither Roy nor Jason thought that taking the two seconds to turn the tab in the doorknob was worth it. So they didn't.
Not only did they not lock the door, they forgot that they were in the manor of all places, for the first Thanksgiving since Jason has begun to mend things with his family. Naturally, as Dick's friends, Roy and Kory were invited, and given their own rooms while Jason was set up in the bedroom he hadn't seen since before his death.
Naturally he chose to share a room with Roy, rather than be surrounded by all those memories so soon. Roy didn't mind. Not at first anyway. But when Jason decided that since they were staying in the manor, sex was off the table, like the oversized house was a church.
It took a little bit of whiskey – snuck from the alcohol cabinet because Jason was only 19 – and a hell of a lot of coercing and seducing to finally get Jason into at least a little bit of heavy petting.
After all that effort, one would think that Roy could remember to seal off his room from unwanted visitors – especially with Bruce's hellspawn stalking around the place like some kind of cat. Not to mention the second youngest bird that never quite got over his stalkerish tendencies.
They forgot to lock the door, Roy too caught up with Jason's cock in his mouth and Jason too caught up with Roy's mouth around his cock.
Neither one heard the light knock, or their names called in a familiar baritone. All Roy knew was the length in his mouth, Jason's taste on his tongue, and the harsh fingers in his hair.
Jason moaned, loud and broken.
It was impossible to miss the door swinging open quickly, and cracking back against the wall. Stupidly, Roy just looked up, Jason still in his mouth, to see a sight that made his stomach turn to ice. Jason's fingers turned vice like, ripping strands from his scalp. It was enough to jar Roy back to earth and he quickly fell back, Jason falling out of his mouth. Jason swore loudly and turned his back to tuck himself in, cussing at Roy for forgetting to lock the door. On a normal day, Roy would be snarking back at him, reminding Jason that he also neglected the lock.
On a normal day, or even a day where it was Kory or Dick that walked in on them, that's what Roy would do.
But standing in the doorway, icy blue eyes thunderous, shocked, and promising agony, was Bruce Wayne. And he was glaring right at Roy.