Dick stared at the TV without taking in any of the news stories that were flashing across the screen. He was mostly watching Damian out of the corner of his eye. His little brother was crouching on an armchair in the corner like a gargoyle.
"Why don't you sit down?" Dick suggested.
"He's late," Damian growled.
"He's Jason," Dick said by way of explanation.
"What if he doesn't come?" Damian asked suddenly.
Dick frowned. He hadn't even considered what it would mean to Damian if Jason stood him up, an incident that had a high probability of occurring, knowing Jason. "Then you shouldn't take it personally," he said, thinking that a little pre-emptive damage control couldn't hurt. "He's pretty unreliable, even at the best of times."
"But we agreed," Damian said, sounding for once very much like the vulnerable teenager that everyone forgot that he actually was beneath all the posturing.
Dick's anger at Jason burned just that bit brighter as he caught Damian casting an anxious glance towards the front door. He wished there was something he could do for his brother. He would have liked to give him a hug, but he knew how Damian felt about "effusive displays", as he called them. The last thing he wanted to do was aggravate Damian further by pushing himself on him. He remembered that Jason, too, was fairly undemonstrative in that department, although unlike Damian, he at least appreciated physical contact, so long as he wasn't initiating it. He wondered how the two of them managed to even casually touch each other, let alone have sex. For Jason, sex was like a full contact sport, and Dick recalled vividly how intense their sex used to be. How on earth did that work with Damian's pathological fussiness?
Suddenly, it hit him like a ten tonne truck. His little brother and his psycho ex-boyfriend were having sex! He'd spent most of the day tied up in knots worrying about Damian; he hadn't even considered how weird this was going to be for him. It wasn't just any ex, either, it was Jason. Damian had been right. As much as Dick had denied it, he'd loved Jason more than he should have, and a damn sight more than that asshole had deserved. Even earlier, with the diatribe tripping from his tongue, a very small part of him had still clung to the hope that Jason had changed, had mended his ways and returned to the family. Though wrapped up in that hope so bright it hurt to examine too closely was the bitter knowledge that even if it was happening now, it hadn't happened back then. No matter how much Dick had loved Jason, it hadn't been enough.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
Damian was just a blur of motion as he frog-leapt off the armchair and vaulted towards the door. He flung it open a fraction of a second later. "You're late!" he snarled in Jason's face.
Jason's momentary bewilderment would have been comical, if Dick had been in a laughing mood. Unfortunately, he was too busy having his guts turned inside out. It had been years since he'd actually seen Jason, not Red Hood but Jason. The sheer charisma of him – it was like all the air had been sucked from the room and Dick found himself fighting to breathe.
"I couldn't find anything to wear," Jason retorted. He pushed past Damian into the apartment, though he stopped when he saw Dick standing by the television.
Their eyes locked, and Dick felt like he'd been sucker punched in the solar plexus. For a moment, neither of them said anything, just drank in the sight of one another like they were both dying of thirst.
"What are you talking about, you're wearing jeans and a t-shirt!" Damian complained, breaking the spell.
"You look like crap, Jaybird," Dick said without breaking eye contact with Jason. "What'd you do, sleep in a gutter last night?" He wasn't exaggerating, either. Despite the shower and shave that he'd clearly undergone, Jason's eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he was suffering from a killer hangover.
"Near enough," Jason said with a shrug. He eyed Dick up and down appreciatively. "You look good though, as always. Nice to know that some things never change."
Dick felt his face heat, and he was the first to look away. Damn Jason. He hated how he could always get under his skin. He'd spent so long burying those feelings, and Jason had just dug them all back up with a simple look. Only now, now Jason was his brother's boyfriend, and he shouldn't be thinking that way about him. He shot Damian an apprehensive glance, and found his brother staring at him with a calculating look. Dick hurried into the kitchen to avoid looking at either of them, and tried to remind himself how angry he was with Jason.
"I ordered pizza, with everything. It should be here soon. Want a beer?" Dick called from the kitchen.
"Sure," Jason answered.
Dick returned to the living room a moment later with a beer for Jason and sodas for himself and Damian. An awkward silence descended over the three of them as Dick and Jason sipped their drinks and Damian glanced back and forth from one to the other with palpable expectation.
"Why don't we sit down?" Dick suggested.
Damian was the first to fling himself into the armchair in the corner. "Sit there," he barked at Jason, pointing at the left side of the couch. "Grayson, you sit there." He gestured at the other side of the couch.
"Oh goodie, assigned seating," Dick muttered.
Jason didn't say a word; he just sat where he was told. Dick found his tolerance of Damian's bossiness somewhat unnerving. The Jason he knew would not have calmly endured having orders barked at him by a teenaged tyrant, let alone actually complied with said orders.
Everyone continued to say absolutely nothing. The silence was so complete that Dick could actually hear his own heart beating in his ears. He fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, the hairs on his arms standing on end when Jason's leg brushed his accidentally. It was disconcerting being this close to him again after so many years and so much emotional trauma. Granted, he had run-ins with Red Hood periodically, but it wasn't the same. Their encounters were never this…intimate, for lack of a better word. After all, the last time Jason was in this apartment, they weren't just sitting side by side on the couch. As he recalled, they were doing something decidedly R-rated, in the very spot in which he was sitting. The thought made Dick's ears burn.
"Thinking about the last time we were on this couch, aren't you?" Jason said in a low voice.
Dick's face turned bright red. "You're a jackass."
Jason chuckled. "Yes I am."
"What are you talking about?" Damian demanded.
"I'll tell you later," Jason assured him.
"You will not!" Dick gasped.
"Yes you will," Damian insisted.
Jason winked at Damian. "You know he's not a child, right, Dickie? I mean, you know we don't just hold hands and exchange longing looks over milkshakes and French fries."
Dick frowned. "Yeah, Jay, I get that. While we're on the subject of you screwing my little brother, maybe you want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing screwing my little brother."
Jason's expression cooled as something hard and angry flashed in his eyes. "This isn't about you, and it's sure as hell not about Bruce."
"No, apparently it's about screwing an eighteen year old kid," Dick snapped.
"I'm not a kid!" Damian protested, though they both ignored him.
"I hate to break it to you, but the age difference between him and me isn't that far off from the difference between you and me," Jason countered. "Now, I can admit that there was a lot of shit wrong with our relationship, but age wasn't one of 'em."
Dick had forgotten how good Jason was at arguing. Honestly, it should be listed as one of his top talents, along with killing people, coming back from the dead, and turning Dick inside out. To be fair though, he had genuinely forgotten how much younger Jason was than him. Even back when they were together, with Jason's height and build, everyone had always assumed Dick was the younger of the two.
"Ok, you have a point," Dick conceded, "but why him? You could have anyone, man or woman, in the city. If this isn't about Bruce, then why Bruce's son?"
Jason shrugged. "Right place, right time."
"You don't think that it's all just a little bit too convenient?" Dick persisted.
"What part of this do you think is convenient for me?" Jason snapped. "Do you think I like coming here and facing the inquisition? Do you think it's easy for me to sit here and suffer your condescending, sanctimonious bullshit with a smile when all I want to do is kick your teeth in? I'll tell you what this is very much not, Dick, and that's convenient!"
Dick stood up, suddenly too angry to sit still any longer. "I'm sanctimonious? That's rich coming from the man who's dubbed himself judge, jury, and executioner of Gotham, regardless of what the evidence might prove!"
Jason surged to his feet, his hands balled into fists at his side. "Just couldn't wait to bring that up, could you? God, Dickie, it happened years ago, why can't you just let it go?"
"Let it go? Jason, you murdered an innocent man in cold blood! I'm never going to let that go!"
"Innocent?" Jason roared. "He might not have killed his daughter, but that scumbag was far from innocent and you know it!"
"That's it, that's your excuse?" Dick shouted, shaking his head in sheer disbelief. "You know what your problem is, Jason?"
"Oh please, I'm dying to hear this!"
"You're weak!" Dick spat. "You hate yourself and what you've become as much as the rest of us do, but you're too much of a coward to own up to the mistakes you've made. So you make these pathetic excuses for yourself, and you run around Gotham preaching your so-called philosophy, but the truth is that deep down, you know you're nothing but a two-bit criminal with low self-esteem!"
Jason stared at Dick in stunned silence for a moment before he said, "Wow. Thank you for that, Dickie. You've opened my eyes." He held out his wrists with a sneer. "Here, throw me in Arkham, I repent!"
Dick snorted. "You disgust me."
Jason's face contorted in rage, and the next thing Dick new, he was flat on his back, fighting for his life. Jason's fists flew at his face with enough force that Dick knew he wasn't messing around. Dick managed to dodge the flurry of blows, though just barely. He was faster than Jason, but in close quarters like this, with Jason's body weight pinning him to the ground, that speed was next to useless. He knew he had to move if he wanted to gain the upper hand. He maneuvered his leg up between their bodies and rocking upwards with his hips, he flipped Jason over his head. Jason rolled with the momentum, but Dick was on top of him before he could regroup. They grappled with each other in a faster, more violent version of the wrestling exercises they'd trained with as Robin, only this time it wasn't training and neither of them were pulling their punches. Finally though, after several more minutes of desperate struggling, with neither of them scoring a hit, they managed to lock themselves into a stalemate. Dick had his forearm pressed to Jason's throat, and one of Jason's hands in a vicious wristlock. Jason had his one free hand wrapped round Dick's throat, and he looked ready to squeeze if Dick so much as twitched a hair.
"Kiss!" Damian demanded, breaking the tense silence.
Both of them craned their heads around to gape at him. Dick was appalled to see Damian casually rubbing himself off through his jeans as he watched them with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"What?" Dick exclaimed as Jason said, "Seriously, you're getting off on this?"
"Yes," Damian said simply. "Now kiss. I know you want to. I may not be quite so adept at reading social cues, but I know lust when I see it."
Jason scowled at Damian for a long, tense moment. Something indefinable seemed to pass between them, a frisson of electricity that Dick perceived on some innate level. Then the moment passed, and suddenly Jason's kiss seared him like a brand, his lips and tongue demanding entrance. Too shocked to push him away, Dick let Jason sweep into his mouth like he owned the place, licking him from the inside out in a way that set all his nerves firing till his body tingled with pins and needles. All at once Dick was swept back to a time when his entire world had consisted of flying and fighting and fucking like animals in Jason's squalid safe house of the month as dawn broke over Gotham city.
Jason buried his fingers in Dick's hair and used the leverage to pull him in closer, as if he couldn't get enough of him though only moments ago he'd been bona fide trying to kill him.
"Yes," Damian breathed. "His neck, kiss his neck."
On cue, Jason's mouth began searching over Dick's neck, licking and sucking at the pulse point just below his jaw, and nibbling the corner of Dick's earlobe just the way he liked it. Dick shivered as Jason's tongue lapped over the particularly sensitive spot just behind his ear. God, this just wasn't fair in the slightest!
"W-wait, stop, we can't…" Dick stuttered as Jason's hands roved over his back possessively in a way that Dick's body was entirely too familiar with. He was fighting against every instinct, and he was losing, badly.
"You can," Damian assured him calmly.
Jason's hand travelled down Dick's back to squeeze his ass, and Dick reflexively bucked his hips, grinding their growing erections together. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt Jason moan softly into the side of his neck. It had been so long, too long. Whatever had been wrong with their relationship – and there had been so many things – sex had never been one of them. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd missed this, the perfect fit of their bodies, the way Jason could always match and mirror him till they moved in seamless sync.
"I mean we shouldn't," Dick panted as he struggled to cling to whatever shreds of reason remained in his lust-addled brain. He was breathing hard, his blood pumping with a potent mix of adrenaline and lust. It was like fighting and fucking at the same time, and it felt good - better than good. Jason was looking up at him like…like he used to, with that desperate, insatiable need that had once sucked Dick in whole, because he liked being needed and Jason had needed him like a man needed air.
"Who cares?" Jason growled in his ear. "Damian's right. We both want this. Just admit it, Dickie."
Dick knew he'd lost the battle, had known it since the moment Jason's lips had claimed his. "Jay…" he breathed, forcing all the emotions he couldn't express in words into that one syllable. Love and loss, betrayal, anger, disappointment, and regret…so much damned regret for all the things they'd said and done to each other over the years, and all the things they hadn't.
He reached down and gently traced Jason's lip with his thumb. Jason's tongue flicked out to lick his finger, and Dick bit back a moan. He was achingly hard, and when he shifted slightly, he could feel Jason's arousal hot and hard against his thigh. He pushed his thumb into Jason's mouth and ground against him as Jason sucked and nibbled on his finger.
"Take his clothes off," Damian said from behind Dick.
Dick glanced back over his shoulder to find Damian looming over him. It was strange, he thought, how Damian's normal, day to day awkwardness in social situations had melted away, leaving him every inch a confident and commanding man, so very much like…Batman, he realised suddenly as he bit back a gasp. The comparison was so wrong and yet so apt, and once seen, it could not be unseen. For the first time, he truly saw Damian not as his little brother or his ex-sidekick, but as an adult, and a man – a not unattractive man.
Damian carded his fingers through Dick's hair, blunt fingernails scraping against his scalp, and he arched instinctively into the touch. Damian was touching him, voluntarily, and it was bizarre, but it felt so good that he didn't want it to stop. Jason reached for Dick's t-shirt, sliding the soft cotton up to run his hands over Dick's chest. Dick impatiently pulled the shirt up over his head and flung it away from him. Jason's eyes darkened as they caught sight of Dick's bare chest. His hands roved over Dick's skin with an almost reverent longing, as if he couldn't believe he was allowed to touch, and wasn't sure he'd ever be allowed again. Dick closed his eyes and shivered as Jason's palms grazed his nipples whilst Damian pressed against his back, searing his neck with scorching, open-mouthed kisses. Calloused fingers lightly traced his scars, as though Jason was cataloguing all the new ones since the last time they'd done this. The fingers paused over a bullet wound in Dick's shoulder, where the scar was so fresh that it was still pink and shiny. Dick opened his eyes and looked down to find Jason frowning up at him, anger simmering in his eyes.
Dick laid his hand over Jason's and pressed his hand over the scar. "'m fine," he murmured.
With his other hand, Jason reached up to cup Dick's cheek briefly. Then he moved his hands down and started unbuckling Dick's belt. Dick stilled his hands and unbuckled the belt himself, removing several wingdings, a couple of adhesive grenades, and a small flash grenade from secret compartments sewn into the waistband of his jeans.
Jason raised an eyebrow at him.
"Tt," Damian complained over his shoulder.
"What? Red Hood was coming to dinner!" Dick said defensively.
Jason huffed out a laugh. He reached into his own pocket and withdrew a serpentine blade that had clearly been strapped to his leg and accessed through a hole in his pocket. He threw it onto the pile of Nightwing paraphernalia.
"I distinctly told you no weapons!" Damian growled in Dick's ear, though the admonishment was directed at Jason.
"I only brought one," Jason argued. "He brought a whole arsenal!" he said, gesturing at Dick.
"His guilt doesn't mitigate yours," Damian said. "You'll be punished for this. Up!" He stood up and snapped his fingers at Jason like Dick had seen him do to Titus on a number of occasions.
Dick's mouth fell open at the sheer audacity of it even as he held his breath in anticipation of Jason's reaction. To his utter astonishment, Jason sat up, complying with nothing more than a mulish look and a grunt of annoyance. Once Dick realised that Jason wasn't going to react at all, he couldn't resist the urge to capture his mouth in a long, lingering kiss, his hands threading through Jason's thick hair. When Dick pulled away, Jason made a low, growling noise that shot straight to Dick's cock.
"Tt, let him up," Damian said impatiently, giving Dick's shoulder a meaningful tap.
Dick snorted, feeling slightly put out by the demand, not to mention the amusement glinting in Jason's eyes.
"I don't know what you're so smug about, you're the one that's going to be punished," Dick groused as he got to his feet.
Jason's only response was a positively shit-eating grin.
Dick busied himself with stripping off his pants and the underwear beneath as Jason repositioned himself into a kneeling position, his weight resting back on his heels. He licked his lips at Dick's twitching erection, now conveniently at eye level.
"Now, how should we punish him?" Damian asked Dick with a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Jason threw Damian a startled look and Dick felt a grin of his own sliding over his face. He'd never seen Jason look so flustered, but in truth, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so far outside his own comfort zone, either. There was a charge in the air, an electricity they all felt like crackles on their skin, and yeah, there was no disputing how into it they all were, but it was scary, too, like a roller coaster without brakes that could careen off the tracks at the next unexpected turn.
"I think…ah…" Dick said, eyeing his cock meaningfully.
Damian snorted. "That's really not much of a punishment considering how badly he wants it, but, I suppose if that's what you want," he said with a dismissive wave.
Dick gazed down into Jason's feverishly bright eyes and it struck him that Damian was right - Jason really did want this, badly, and so, he realised, did he. Jason flicked one last look at Damian before he eagerly took Dick in his mouth. Dick threw his head back and gasped loudly, burying his fingers in Jason's sweat-damp hair. He'd almost forgotten how talented Jason was with his mouth. Jason always knew just the right amount of friction and suction to apply, the right amount of slick and hot and oh so good. Jason's tongue licked up the underside of his cock and darted lightly into his sensitive slit and Dick gave a hoarse shout, his fingers clenching spasmodically against Jason's scalp. Then Jason swallowed him all the way down, and Dick felt his knees go weak. "Oh, god," he gasped.
Suddenly, Damian was behind him, holding him up, and Dick sagged against him gratefully. It wasn't long though before Damian was assaulting his neck and ears, ravaging him with tongue and lips and almost too-sharp teeth. Damian's rough hands roved over him, once in awhile tweaking a sensitive nipple. Dick moaned loudly as he writhed between them, his brain short-circuiting under the pressure to push simultaneously backwards and forwards into the hot wet perfect nnnngggh. They were everywhere, caressing and licking and sucking every inch of his skin, driving him mad with their teasing hands and torturous mouths.
"Oh god, Jay!" Dick cried and he was so close, almost the-
"Stop!" Damian commanded.
Jason was gone the next instant, leaving Dick literally twitching on the razor edge of orgasm.
"Damian!" Dick practically sobbed. He wanted Jason's mouth back so badly that he would've begged for it if he'd thought of it.
"Shh," Damian soothed. "You'll like this much better, I promise," he whispered in Dick's ear, his voice gruffer than usual, even for him. He turned Dick's head and gave him a ravenous kiss, and then he let go. Without Damian to hold him up, Dick just sort of slid down to his knees in slow motion.
"Strip," Damian directed.
Jason reached behind himself with one hand and pulled his t-shirt over his head as he unbuttoned and yanked down his jeans with the other. Impressively, he managed to get naked in about two seconds flat. Jason's eyes tracked Damian as he circled around them, and Dick marvelled at Damian's control over him…and himself, he realised with a start. When the hell did that happen?
Damian made some sort of turning gesture with his hand, and Jason obediently turned over onto his hands and knees.
Dick gasped as his attention went straight the red weals crisscrossing Jason's back, butt, and all the way down the backs of his thighs. "Oh god, Jason, what happened to you?" He hurried over to take stock of the damage.
Damian crouched down next to Dick and ran a finger lightly over one of the marks. "I can show you sometime, if you like," he said.
Jason shivered violently at the touch as he choked out a small, needy noise.
Dick's mouth fell open in horror. "What? Dami, no…how could you?"
Damian shrugged. "He likes it. Besides, I'm careful. See here?" he said, tracing one of the more serious welts, dark red with bluish-purple bruising along the edges. "I didn't even break the skin."
Jason shuddered. "Oh Jesus, please stop," he gritted through clenched teeth.
"You don't tell me what to do," Damian said coldly. He deliberately dragged a sharp nail over the deepest welt, along its entire length.
Dick sucked in a sharp breath.
"Fuck, Damian!" Jason swore, his shoulders straining, every muscle in his back contracting as he writhed in what seemed to Dick like an agony of pleasure.
Dick swallowed hard, because as much as this disturbed him, he'd never seen Jason like this, guard down, wide open and coming apart at the seams, and it was so hot that he thought his brain might be melting.
"See? Told you he likes it." Damian smirked at Dick. "He's a little mouthy tonight though. I was going to let you fuck him, but now, I'm not so sure he deserves it. Do you think he deserves it?"
Dick stared at Damian as his melty brain fumbled to put words together. Besides, he didn't hear anything after 'let you fuck him'. "Uh, what?" he said intelligently.
Damian rolled his eyes in exasperation. "What about you, do you think you deserve it?" he asked Jason instead. He continued to trail his fingers over Jason's back, once in awhile poking at a particularly swollen bit of flesh.
"Shit, I don't know," Jason groaned, writhing in place in a fruitless attempt to avoid Damian's wicked little fingers. "I…I came, I'm here…for you. Please, ah, Damian!"
Damian's hand froze, and Dick's breath caught in his throat. He'd been so wrapped up in worrying about how he was going to handle this situation that it hadn't even occurred to him what it must have taken for Damian to get Jason here tonight, or what it must have cost Jason's pride to come here, hat in hand, and prove himself to Dick of all people. That explained the bloodshot eyes and the hangover – Jason drinking himself into oblivion just to scrape up the courage to face him tonight. Dick felt a sharp pang of guilt stab its way through his gut. He really shouldn't have called him a coward.
Dick and Damian exchanged a look. Then Damian yanked Jason's head up by his hair and kissed him for the first time that night. Dick had never watched Damian kiss anybody, and it was…not like in the movies. It was all grabby hands and open mouth and sharp teeth, sort of like watching a snake swallow a rat twice its size, but Jason didn't seem to mind much, and having been on the receiving end himself, Dick couldn't really blame him. In fact, Dick thought he could hear Jason whining in the back of his throat, and the sound sent shivers down his spine.
"Is that a yes?" Dick asked impatiently.
Damian waved a hand at him over Jason's head.
Dick grinned. He went to the bedroom and returned a moment later with condoms and lubricant. Damian was still trying to suck Jason's tonsils out through his mouth when Dick slathered some lube onto Jason's entrance.
Jason flinched hard, and yelped something that Damian mostly swallowed. Dick suddenly remembered that though he had always liked it both ways, this had never really been Jason's thing. Back when they were together, Jason had had a lot of issues and insecurities surrounding sex, his identity, Bruce, Dick, and everything in between. But then Jason squirmed against his hand, and Dick laughed softly. This was definitely not the Jason Todd he remembered, pre or post-explosion. He obligingly pressed a finger into him and was rewarded with a low, shuddery moan.
Damian broke off their kiss and stood up, fumbling at his belt with unsteady hands. Jason made a frustrated noise at the loss, but then Dick added more fingers and he moaned again, louder this time. Dick fucked Jason slowly with his fingers, in, then out completely, just to push in all over again. It was that moment of initial penetration past that tight ring of muscle that fascinated him most, the way his fingers would meet resistance, then suddenly slide into that smooth, all-consuming heat. Jason was writhing against his hand, every muscle taut as he swore softly and continuously into the carpet.
Dick glanced up just as Damian kicked his jeans off. He gaped in astonishment. It wasn't that he'd never seen his brother naked, but it had been some years and puberty had happened since. Damian was…well, big…like Batman, Dick thought, his cheeks burning. Not that he'd ever seen Bruce erect in the times they'd changed in each others' presence, but speculation about its full size had certainly fuelled many of his adolescent masturbation sessions. He licked his lips. God, he kind of wanted to-
His mouth filled with saliva as Jason wrapped his lips around Damian's dick. Yeah…that. He stroked himself a couple times and then he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He eased himself into Jason with a slow but firm thrust. It was a tight fit and he could feel Jason's muscles clenching hard around him. Dick stilled, worried that he had done that too quickly. He was out of practice - it had been awhile since he'd been with another guy - and he didn't want to hurt Jason.
But then Jason moaned around the cock in his mouth, and deliberately thrust back against Dick, impaling himself further on his cock. Dick sucked in a sharp breath. Taking the hint, he started to move, slowly at first but then faster because it felt too good not to, so tight and hot and Jesus, the friction, like a huge hand fisting him tight. Speaking of which, he bent over Jason's back and seized his neglected cock in his hand. Jason bucked into his hand as a muffled shout escaped him. Dick stroked him in time to his thrusts, grinning in satisfaction at the way Jason alternately thrust into his hand and ground back against him.
Damian pulled out of Jason's mouth and collapsed backwards into Dick's armchair. Dick's eyes locked onto his as Damian jerked himself with short, rough strokes.
"Harder," Damian grunted, his ordinary crisp voice wrecked with lust.
Dick snapped his hips forward sharply.
"Fuck, thank you," Jason panted loudly.
Dick laughed breathlessly at the demonic grin that put on Damian's face.
"Harder, Dick," Damian said. "He can take it. Can't you?"
"Ah- yes!" Jason gasped as Dick thrust into him so hard that he fell forward onto his elbows.
Dick leaned over Jason's sweat-slick back and pounded into him in earnest. It was unbelievable fucking into that gripping heat, and Jason kept meeting him thrust for thrust as inarticulate grunts and half-broken swears poured from him.
"Fuck, Damian, please…" Jason yelled suddenly. "Can I…please…"
Dick was confused for a half-second until he heard Damian's reply.
"You can come when Grayson comes," Damian said impassively. "And Jason, he'd better enjoy it."
Dick grinned against Jason's back and deliberately upped the pace, his hand jerking Jason furiously.
"Oh, shit," Jason choked, his every muscle straining to stave off orgasm. "Jesus, Dick, please…ah, Dick!"
At the sound of Jason screaming his name, Dick came, his vision whiting out with the intensity of it. Vaguely, he felt Jason shuddering and spasming around him as both of their ragged cries rang through the apartment.
Shaking, Dick pulled out of Jason and sank to the floor in a boneless heap. Damian joined them a moment later. Dick saw that he had come, but so silently that he hadn't even noticed. They collapsed into a pile on the rug with Dick sandwiched between their sweaty, sticky bodies.
Dick sighed as he felt two sets of hands hugging him tightly. "Wonder what happened to the pizza?" he mused.
