Chapter 8! Have some more of the gloriousness. That is, Jason and Roy getting down and dirty with each other (it might not go the way you're expecting). Enjoy!
Warnings for this chapter are: explicit sex. That's about it.
November 1st, 17:02
"Our lives are kind of fucked up, aren't they?"
"Yes," I answer instantly, and then raise my gaze from the top of Jason's head — I'm on the couch, and he's sitting on the ground between my legs — to look over at the other Roy. "Why?"
Jason snorts, leaning his head into my knee and then tapping his fingers across my ankle. It's a not so subtle reminder that I had my metal hand stroking through his hair, and he'd appreciate it if I'd keep doing it. So I do. I get a small, satisfied noise in response, as I gently rub my metal fingertips along his scalp. I can't help the small smile that curls my mouth at that noise, or the soft warmth in my chest that brightens at the fact that Jason is almost completely relaxed against me. If I didn't know better I'd think that he was only partially conscious, or all but ready to fall asleep.
My clone takes a glance down at Jason, and I almost snicker because he looks tremendously confused. Some of that might have to do with the fact he's fairly drunk, and everyone else is quite a bit less so. That part might be my fault, considering every time he saw me do something even vaguely physical with Jason he'd take another drink. It's been too much fun not to exploit, even if Cheshire keeps rolling her eyes or laughing at him every time he does it. Jason hasn't seemed to mind the increased attention, not at all.
I guess I really shouldn't be messing with my clone on our shared birthday, but I can't help it. After a brief shouting match, and then a few weeks of silence, he got used to the idea that Jason and I are together. Honestly, he seemed more upset with the idea that I'd done anything while Jason was so badly hurt than the fact that it was a sexual something. I'm not quite sure his priorities are in the right order, but I guess whatever helps him sleep better is fine by me. Whatever makes sure that he doesn't out us to anyone else — our existence or relationship — is even better.
What interests me is that this can't be that big of a shock. Unless something strange happened, he should have the same sexual leanings that I do, which means the idea of me being with another man shouldn't be weird to him. Just because he ended up with a daughter, and Jade, doesn't mean that he wouldn't have had the same sexual attraction to guys that I do. So it has to either be the fact that it's Jason, the fact we're both still minors, or something to do with him being a clone of me. I'm curious, but not enough to ask.
Jade, where she's perched on the back of the chair that my clone is sitting in, ruffles her hands through his hair and gives a small laugh. "What, sitting here with the man you're a clone of and celebrating a shared birthday isn't enough? How many beers have you had, darling?"
Roy leans his head back, looking up at her. Then he proclaims, in utter seriousness, "We must be attracted to dangerous people." She smirks, Jason gives a second snort, and I raise an eyebrow. "No, I mean, think about it. Two League of Assassins trained people? That can't be coincidence. There's gotta be some kind of preference at play here, right? Some kind of thing about being attracted to danger, or something?"
"Introspective drunk," Jason murmurs, with a soft squeeze of his fingers to my ankle. Then he tilts his head back into my fingers with another quiet, satisfied noise. It's not quite permission, but I take it as a chance to lightly grip his hair and pull his head back against my hips. He comes willingly, relaxing into me and letting his head rest where I've tilted it against my left hip. I carefully ease my fingers out of his hair, and slide them down along his neck instead.
His fingers squeeze my ankle again as I trace patterns between the small bruises I've left on his throat, and he tilts his head just a little farther back to give me more room to work with. I give a small hum of approval.
"And that." I look back up from where I got distracted. Roy is staring at Jason with that same confused expression. "Where the hell did that come from? We don't—" The sharp embarrassment that flashes across his face almost makes me snort, but I hold it back. I'm not sure what he's talking about. "We don't do…" He flounders again, and finally settles on just vaguely gesturing with one hand and saying, "That."
"Men?" I ask, narrowing my eyes just a little.
"No!" he counters, and then sputters and makes that same vague gesture. Some kind of exaggerated flick of his fingers between Jason and me. "We don't—"
"He's trying to say," Jade breaks in, "that he's a lot more used to being taken." She tugs sharply at my clone's hair, and his neck arches in nearly the same way as Jason's does when I pull on his. "Not so much to doing the taking."
Jason gives a burst of laughter, but quickly strangles it down to just snickering instead. My mouth curls into a smirk, as my clone looks back down at both of us. "You keep him on a short leash, huh?" Jason asks, bringing his head up just enough that he can open his eyes and look at Jade. She only smiles, but there's a sharp edge to it that I'd be insane to think didn't mean Jason is absolutely right.
"We're figuring things out," I put into the conversation, taking a glance down at Jason. "This seems to work."
There hasn't been any actual taking yet, not technically, but that doesn't mean we've been abstinent. I tried to keep my hands off Jason until he was healed, but that was kind of a lost cause. He was particularly uncooperative too. We've experimented, talked, he's taught me some of what he knows. I've had my fingers in him, and god does he make gorgeous sounds when it's my metal arm doing any of it. He seems to really enjoy the sensation of it. But we haven't actually fucked. Not yet. It just never felt like the right time to me, and he hasn't said anything either.
But we sleep in the same bed, share food, enjoy each other's company… Jason seems to like very little more than being pressed up against me in one way or another. Of all things, I never thought that he would be a cuddler. Not that I'm complaining.
"It's my preference," Jason admits, with a wicked smirk and a sideways tilt of his head into my hip. "And the metal arm is a nice bonus." His legs stretch out, his back arches for a second, and I know it's for show but that doesn't mean I don't watch. "I don't meet many people who can actually hold me down."
My throat dries up, my clone chokes a little bit, and Cheshire laughs. Jason tilts his head far enough back to meet my gaze, and then gives a small shrug and a second smirk. That's something I hadn't really thought about. Jason's made a few offhand comments about not having control, but I never really thought much of them. They were always in the middle of talks about me fucking him, and really those always took up pretty much all of my mental capacity just with fantasies. I never pursued that path of conversation.
Maybe I should now.
"On that note," Jade starts, "both of you should head home." I cock my head a bit in question, but she continues before I can get the words out. "I have gifts to give that are quite unsuitable for young ears."
Jason gives a short laugh, and then straightens up a bit. "Fair enough. You sure he's sober enough to actually appreciate them?"
My clone makes a slightly offended noise, until Jade tugs at his hair again. "We'll find out," she answers.
Jason rocks forward and up to his feet in one graceful slide of movement, and then turns to offer me a hand. His strength lets him pull me up without any apparent effort, and he leans in for just a moment to rest his forehead against mine, before he pulls away again. He doesn't let go of my hand though.
"Got everything?" he asks softly, as his gaze flicks around the room. I nod, and he looks over at Jade and Roy. "Thanks for having us. See you around, Roy, Jade." She smiles, gives a small mocking wave, and then leans down over the back of the chair. I pull my gaze away right before the upside down kiss actually connects.
Jason pulls me towards the door, and I let him until we're both outside and the door to their apartment is firmly closed behind us. Then I turn both of us, and press him back against the wall. I hit a minor growth spurt over the month and a half he was injured, and he evened out some, so I'm only a couple inches shorter than he is. Given my clone's height, I'm sure I'll gain a couple more; might even end up the same height.
"I don't think 'stand outside' was what Jade meant," Jason murmurs, but he doesn't resist when I push my right leg between his thighs, or when my left hand slides up his throat and back into his hair. "Pretty sure the walls are thin enough—"
I cut him off with a kiss, tugging at his hair to force him down far enough I can reach him. He eases into me, his hands coming up to grip either side of my waist as he rocks his hips forward into my leg. His fingers slip beneath the fabric of the sweatshirt, tracing muscle across my sides as I push harder up against him. He gives one of those soft, breathless noises that never fails to spike arousal down my spine, and I can't help reaching forward with my metal hand and pushing it between him and the wall. I might not be able to feel it, but the second noise — a muffled groan — confirms that he definitely likes the feeling of me gripping his ass.
Until he pulls an inch or so back, turning his head a little to the side as he gasps out, "Wait."
I pause as he breathes, and then ask, "What is it, Jason?"
His hands squeeze against my sides, and he meets my eyes. "I want you to take me home," he murmurs. "Take me home and fuck me, Roy. All the way this time." My eyes must widen, because he gives a soft laugh and then leans in to give me a small, chaste kiss. "I'm healed, I have the supplies, and I can't think of a better way to celebrate your birthday than having you take me for the first time. At least to start with."
"To start with?" I echo, and Jason's slight smile turns wicked as he pulls me in by the grip on my side and rolls his hips forward.
"Well we've got hours before the day is over," he points out. "Even after the trip home, we'll have time for at least a few rounds." He gives a small groan through his teeth, giving another roll of his hips as I stare at him. Just a little aroused. Or maybe a lot. "First, I want you to fuck me. Maybe after that I can fuck you, and we can find out which way you like best. I think fucking our way into exhaustion sounds like a great use of time."
I drag him in by my grip on his ass and in his hair, pulling him down into me as I set my teeth against his neck. Just for a moment, just long and hard enough to vent a bit of that image. "You've got to stop talking," I whisper in his ear, "or I'm going to shove you down on your knees right here. I'm already going to play with you on the ride back."
He gives a laugh that's half groan, bucking forward just a little. "Oh, promises, promises. Come on, Roy. Take me home."
I pull back enough to kiss him, and then murmur, "Gladly."
November 1st, 18:09
By the time we get back Jason is very, very hard. Mostly because I spent the ride pressed up against his back, with my left hand massaging his cock through his jeans and my mouth against his neck. He still manages to park the bike, and make it all the way up to our apartment before jumping me. He even manages to wait until I've locked the door again.
Then he's on me, tugging at my clothes and pressing me back against one of our walls. His hands are just a little shaky, and I waste absolutely no time in getting his pants undone and my flesh hand around his cock. He moans into my mouth, rocking forward, and then I give a slightly harder squeeze before I let go and push him back a couple inches.
"Bedroom," I snap, and then follow it up with, "and as fun as it is to try and tear your clothes off I'm going to say we go for the more efficient way of just stripping out of them first."
"Agreed," Jason rumbles out, and then rocks into me one last time before letting go and drawing back. I follow him as he heads across our apartment to our shared bedroom — his room — and tug my sweatshirt and the shirt beneath it over my head as I move. I can see him doing the same, stripping out of his shirt and jacket.
None of it gets any more importance than being thrown on the floor in our wake.
It's really tempting to jump Jason the moment that he sits down on the edge of the bed, but I hold myself back to follow his lead instead. He strips off his boots, pants, underwear, and I'm a few seconds behind him but I get out of mine too. By the time I've stripped everything off he's reaching into the end table, rolled onto his side. I fit myself up against his back, sliding my hand around his waist and gripping his cock. He moans, tensing up for a moment and then shuddering. I look down, feeling the heat and weight in my hand, how hard that shudder was, how he's breathing, and what that moan sounded like.
"Want me to get you off first?" I ask, as I nip at his shoulders. "So you can relax and enjoy it?"
"Fuck," he hisses, shaking just a little bit. Then he laughs. "God, fuck, yeah that's probably a good idea. I'm not going to—"
"Last?" I finish, and press myself against the curve of his ass. "Jay, I'd be disappointed if I spent all that time winding you up and you could still last any length of real time."
He shudders again, and I raise my gaze as his hand reemerges from the end table with the bottle of lube, as well as a black foil square I recognize as a condom. He leaves them on the top of the end table, shuts the drawer, and then presses back into me. Carefully, I take the opportunity to pull away from him and push him onto his back. I get between his legs, hovering over him. I almost reach down for his cock with my metal hand before I remember his earlier admission.
"Were you serious about liking being held down?" I ask, and his eyes flicker closed for a moment.
"Fuck, yes. Not many people are strong enough and," he swallows, "it's kind of insanely fucking hot when someone is." There's just a little bit of wariness in his gaze, so I lean down and kiss him to make it go away. Then I take his wrists in my hands and bring them up above his head, wrapping my metal hand around both of them and leaning my weight into it. "Fuck," he moans, into my mouth. "Roy, please."
I lower my left hand, wrapping it around him again, and don't waste any time setting up a fast, almost rough pace. Just the way he likes it when he's closer to the edge. I muffle his sounds and pleas with my mouth, as much as I love to hear them, and keep my weight leaned into the hold I have on his wrists. He pulls against it a couple of times, but the strength in that arm ensures that he doesn't go anywhere.
Before too long he's bucking into my hand, crying out against my mouth and arching. My hand is low enough, and I'm pulled back far enough, that I don't get hit with any of the splash, but I can imagine him coming across his own stomach. I've seen it enough times to picture that. I work him through the last few moments, until I can feel him start to soften, and then pull away. Just enough to let go of him, and shift to lie at his side while he breathes. I ignore the distraction of my own erection, leaning into him so I can give small, nipping bites across his shoulder and the side of his neck.
After a minute or so he opens his eyes again, and then rolls towards me. I gasp in a breath as one of his hands unerringly wraps around my cock, immediately setting up a pattern just a little gentler than the one I used on him. "Jason," I moan, my left hand gripping his upper arm. "You don't—"
He cuts me off with a low warning sound, and a particularly good twist of his hand. "I want you in me for as long as possible," he murmurs between us. "I want you to fuck me for as long as you can. I'm resetting the board."
I grit my teeth and shudder, pressing my hips forward. "Oh god, I'm not complaining. Alright, deal."
Jason gives a low laugh. "After I get you off, you're going to grab that lube on the end table." His voice is that low rumble, the one that never fails to throw me a few steps further towards either hard, or right on the edge of coming. "You're going to slick up your fingers, push them in and work me open. Then when I'm ready, and when we're hard again, you're going to slip that condom on. You're going to line yourself up and push inside, and you're going to fuck me until you come. You're going to take me, claim me in the best possible way. That sound good to you, Roy?"
I can only answer with an inarticulate whine, ducking my head forward and down against his shoulder as I try not to tighten my grip on his arm enough to bruise him. Not that he'd mind a bruise or two, I'm sure.
Jason's lips press against the side of my head, and he whispers, "I thought so," in my ear.
"Jason," I plead, not entirely sure what it is that I'm begging for but very sure that I need it. He hums approval in my ear, and grazes his teeth across the shell of my ear and then down to the lobe. He tugs once, gently, and then slips his mouth to right beneath it. I murmur his name like a prayer, breathing in and only smelling him behind the scent of sex in the air. Leather, cigarette smoke, and gun polish. Jason.
I shudder and then I'm arching into him and coming hard between us. My forehead grinds into his shoulder, my teeth baring and then parting on a cry I muffle against his skin. He strokes me through it, though much more gently than the tight, fast pace he used to get me there, until I relax against him. Then he carefully lets go of me — I twitch — and wraps his arm around my waist. I make some kind of approving sound that I'm pretty sure sounds more tired than anything else.
"This was a good idea," I finally manage to say, once I've got some portion of my mind back. "First time should be slower." Jason makes a sound like he's not totally sure he agrees with me.
"Last longer," he corrects. "I want hard and fast, but not quick. Slow and gentle is overrated."
I give a small grin, and pull my head up off of his shoulder so I can meet his gaze. "You got it," I promise, catching his mouth in a soft kiss. Then I pull back, rolling so I can reach out and grab the bottle of lube. Jason's just where I left him when I turn back, just a little more relaxed into the bed. His gaze flicks to the bottle, and then he gives a small smirk.
"How do you want me?" he asks, with a suggestive quirk of his eyebrow.
I shift closer, matching his smirk. "Just like this is good," I answer. I press up against him, and then reach down to grip his upper right thigh and pull it up over my hip. It's just a little tricky to get the lube on my fingers, since my metal hand is mostly trapped beneath me, but I manage it. Jason watches me, silent but clearly it's an anticipatory kind of silence. I leave the bottle behind me, and then slide my hand down between us, underneath his leg and lower.
His eyes slide closed as I press the first finger into him, and I shift until I can get my metal arm out from underneath me and down under his head instead. He gives a smile that looks just a little amused, but doesn't comment on my slightly awkward shifting. He just rests his head near my shoulder, and then gives a quiet sound of satisfaction when I slide my metal fingers through his hair. His leg flexes around my waist, and his right arm loops over my left so it can press along my back. He drags me a little closer, and I adjust to let him.
I slide that finger inside him, my other ones comb through his hair, and I want to close my eyes but I force myself to keep them open. I'm not going to miss a moment of his expression. It doesn't matter that I've seen it before, or that I'm familiar with his reactions. He's incredible, and I'm not going to be a fool and lose out on watching this.
"Not too sensitive?" I ask, just making sure.
He shakes his head, and then flicks his eyes open as he gives me a crooked smirk. "Just enough. I'm good." His hand slides up my back, and then nudges me a little closer so he can lean in and kiss me. It's gentle, slow, and lasts through my push of the second finger.
It's not the best angle to be doing this, but I'm not going to give up the sight of his face, and the chance to kiss him, just to have a better angle. This isn't about arousing him, not really. This is something… It's intimate. Calm, gentle, and almost… I hate to use the word, but it feels tender. The part of his lips, the lazy roll of my tongue into his mouth, the way it matches the rhythm of my fingers, all of it feels a little too important to just be called sex. I don't know what else I'd call it, but that word feels ill suited to describe this.
Eventually, some time after I've pushed my third finger inside him, he does stir a little bit where he's pressed to the arm I have between us. His hips shift forward, pressing against me, and his hand presses hard between my shoulder blades for a moment. By the time I start to follow him, and that low curl of arousal starts in my gut, he's hard. There's a new edge to his kisses, to the slight press of his nails against my back.
He's more than ready.
I draw back from the kiss, only about an inch but enough that I can open my eyes and look at him. "You good, Jay?"
His mouth curls in a smirk, and he rocks against me in answer. That, before he draws the hand on my back towards him enough that he can reach down and wrap his fingers around me. I suck in a breath through my teeth, then give a low groan when he starts to stroke me. It doesn't take long for him to coax me back to fully hard, and only once I'm there does he pull his hand away. Slowly, I pull my fingers out of him. That gets me a groan to echo mine, and another rock of his hips against my arm.
From there I draw away from him. Only far enough that I can reach the condom still sitting on the end table, but it's away from a naked and aroused Jason, and that makes it feel like a long ways. I get back as quickly as possible, snag the bottle of lube from its abandoned spot in the sheets, and then pause. Jason gives a small grin, and then drops his right side to the bed, so he's lying on his back. That gives me a basic guideline to work with, and I get myself between his legs. Which immediately raise, wrapping around my waist and pulling me in tight against him.
"Ready?" he asks, reaching up to trace his fingers across my cheek.
"I'm so far past ready." It might be a little desperate sounding, but it's true. I've thought about fucking Jason so many times, of being inside and over him. This is literally a dream come true.
I open the condom, and he lets me pull back just enough that I can get it down over myself. One squirt of lube onto my hand that I stroke up and down my cock, and I'm officially ready. Jason wraps his hand around the back of my neck, and I glance down to take myself in hand and line up. He tilts his hips for a better angle, and then I'm pushing inside. Slow, and my eyes clench shut because god that feels good. He's tight, hot, and his nails are digging into the back of my neck in reaction.
"Fuck, Jason," I gasp, my hips finally meeting his as I bottom out. "God you feel good."
His hand flexes on the back of my neck, and then he pulls downwards. "Come down here," he demands, with just a hint of pleading to his tone. I obey, reaching down to brace my left hand above his shoulder so I can lean down into him. He meets me before I'm even fully over him, pulling me into a kiss and biting at my lower lip. His left hand keeps me in it, and his right slides around my back to reinforce the idea that I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.
I enjoy the kiss, even though I'll fully admit that a large part of my attention is taken up by the fact I'm buried inside Jason. It's hard to think of anything else while I'm in him; I just want to suck marks into his neck, dig my nails into his hips, and fuck him until both of us are satisfied and exhausted.
But I know that Jason wouldn't stall me like this without a reason. He must be adjusting, or getting used to the feeling, or something.
I pull back just enough to get my mouth away from his, and ask, "Need a minute?"
He shifts his head in a tiny nod, or at least that's what it feels like. I haven't opened my eyes. "Yeah. Just — fuck — been a while since I let anyone fuck me. Forgot what it was like."
"How long?" I ask, against my better judgment. I've never asked about Jason's apparent experience with all things sexual. He's seventeen, but he seems to know everything and then some about how all of this works, what he likes, and what I'll enjoy too.
"You want to ask that now?" He's a bit breathless, and I shrug; he'll probably feel the muscle move enough to know what it is.
I shift, and then my hips rock a little bit before I can stop them because it's just so good. My answer comes out a lot shakier than I'd like. "If you want me not to move, give me something to focus on apart from how fucking amazing you feel, Jay. I—" I have to stop, clench my hand in the sheets and take a breath. "I don't have your kind of control."
He shoves out a laugh, and oh god that clenches him around me for a second. I shove my hips into the back of his thighs, giving a strangled moan, and his legs tighten around me and hold me there. His hand loosens on the back of my neck, stroking up through my very short hair and along my scalp. It's not exactly helping with this need-to-fuck thing, but it's a tiny distraction and I'll take anything I can get. I don't want to push Jason until he's ready. Not now, not ever.
"Uh, two years and some change?" he answers. "Nightwing; only ever happened once."
"Nightwing?" I echo. "Aren't the Bats pretty much family?"
Jason snorts. "Yeah, sometimes. Like I said, just once. After a mission, we were both high strung, excess energy. He was sparring with me to work it off, we ended up grappling on the ground for pins. One mutual discovery of boners later and he was dragging me off to his room. We fucked until neither of us could move, and both prayed the Bat never reviewed the footage and saw any of it." His hand reestablishes its grip on the back of my neck, and he snorts a second time. "He tiptoed around me for weeks after that. Moron."
I lower my right hand to his waist, tracing my knuckles up his side. "Yeah? Guilt or what?"
"Said some bullshit about being team leader the next morning." He shivers a little bit, his nails digging into my skin. "I am happy to answer your questions, Roy, but I'm not down to think about anyone else right now."
"Ready?" I ask, praying the answer is yes because I don't know how much longer I can hold back.
Luckily, I can feel his head shift in a nod. "Yeah," he groans, and then my breath catches as he pushes back against me, dragging me in hard with his legs. "God, yes. Fuck me, Roy."
I keep myself contained just long enough that I can lean down and give him a soft kiss, murmuring, "You got it," against his lips. Then I roll my hips, drawing out and then pushing back in. His heels dig into my back, and we both moan at the same time.
I grip his waist and lower my head so I can bury it against his shoulder, my hips working more on automatic instinct than anything else. There's some basic thought behind it, but honestly the need to fuck is so ingrained that I could probably be mindless and still do a half decent job. It takes me a minute or so to find just the right depth, where it's not too short, but I don't feel like I'm going to fall out either. After that, it barely even requires my attention. Jason is making strangled, groaning sounds beneath me. His nails are digging at my skin, and his breath is hard against the skin of my neck, but he hasn't bitten down. Yet.
"Jason," I moan, as I force myself to slow down a little bit. Into long, slow, deep thrusts that make him clench and shudder.
"Fuck, no, don't—" He shudders again. "God. Hard, Roy. Please, harder."
If it wasn't for that shudder, I probably would have snapped to obey. Instead I mouth at his throat, and then pull back enough to whisper, "What's the problem, Jay?" I punctuate it with a particularly deep thrust, making sure I'm pressed hard against the back of his thighs before I let myself pull back again. "Too slow for you?"
"Yes," he gasps. "Fuck, god, it won't be enough. Roy."
I can't explain the hot arousal that lights in the back of my stomach, or the way his words actually slow my hips just a little further. "Maybe I don't want it to be enough," I murmur in his ear, and he gives a choked moan. "Looks like you're enjoying it, Jay, and I know I am. Shut up and enjoy the ride."
His nails rake along my back, arching me in against him for a second. "Me?" he says, in a voice that's half laugh. "Shut up? Fuck. Never gonna happen."
"Good." I pull back so I can catch his mouth, biting at his lower lip until he parts his mouth and lets me push my tongue inside. I mimic the rolling thrust of my hips, enjoying his taste and the vibration of his muffled sounds. I tighten my grip on his waist — carefully; that hand is metal and I don't want to bruise him — and curl my other hand into the sheets.
It's the sound that's nearly a whimper that undoes me. I pull back an inch, my hips stalling deep inside him so I can grind against him, and I give one last bite to his lip. Slowly, I pull up enough that I can open my eyes without getting a faceful of hair, and meet his gaze. He's definitely aroused as hell, but he also looks curious and maybe just a little dazed. He shifts, wiggles and clenches in a way that makes me bite my tongue to avoid spitting out the swear on the tip of my tongue.
"Roy, god just—"
"Roll over," I snap, overriding whatever he was going to say.
His eyes widen just a little bit, but his legs do loosen around my waist. "What?"
"You heard me," I almost growl. I'm not sure exactly where this streak of aggression is coming from, but I know that I have an image in my head and I'm sure as fuck going to get it. "Roll over. I want you on your knees, Jason. On display."
He swallows, shudders, but then his legs unhook from around me. I do my part, and shift back far enough that I slip out of him. My noise is a low moan, his is a sharper sound that almost approaches a keen. His hand clenches in my hair, but then he releases his grip. I sit back on my heels and watch as he rolls over, shifting to his knees in front of me. His arms are cushioned on the bed, his back an inviting arch from the curve of his ass all the way until it sinks down to meet his shoulders. I can't help reaching forward and palming both cheeks of his ass. I can't help spreading them either, to see him stretch open just a little bit.
He moans again.
I shift forward, pressing myself against him as his legs spread, and then slipping inside. It gets a shudder from both of us; mine is harder than his. I grip his hips, grinding against him and just enjoying the sensation for a moment. Then I move to complete the rest of my vivid mental picture. I lean down over him, sliding my hands up his sides. My chest presses against his back as I wrap my hands around his wrists, and then I push myself up as I drag his arms with me. He's tense for just a moment, but it melts away as I pin both his wrists against the small of his back.
One slightly tricky hand swap later, and I've got both his wrists pinned with just my metal hand. Jason's reaction is a thick moan, and a slightly farther arch of his back.
"Like that, Jay?" I murmur, as I stare down at the curve of his back. "Needed you on your knees. Want to fuck you while I hold your wrists down." I reach forward, curling my free left hand in his hair, and tug him back. His back bends, arching, and I lean forward so I can meet him halfway and press my mouth against his throat. "While I drag your head back by this grip." I tug at his hair to illustrate my point, and then grind my ass against him. "That sound good to you?"
He moans. "Yes. Roy, yes. Please, fuck. God, just fuck me."
This time I do snap to obey him.
I roll my hips, holding my grip on his wrists and in his hair as I test the new angle. It's pretty fucking amazing. I might not be able to see his face, and he's not in a great position to touch me in return, but I don't care. I can fuck him hard, hold him down, make sure that every thrust of my hips is long, deep, and hard. Having his legs wrapped around me is one thing. Having him on his knees in front of me, his throat arched by my grip, is completely different, and just as good.
I only tilt my head back for a moment, to control myself, before looking back down at him. Each snap of my hips slams into him, and all he's doing is spreading his thighs wider and tilting his hips up to give me a better angle. It's gorgeous, especially since I'm pretty sure he'll have bruises once they've had time to form on his skin. It's weird how different it feels. Leaving bruises on his sides, because I've lost control of the strength in my arm, feels like it would be an awful betrayal of his trust. But leaving bruises on the back of his thighs, from this? That sounds good.
He's completely under my control.
Without his arms he's got no way to brace, so he's at the mercy of my grip yanking him back against my thrusts. I'm what's holding him up, I've got him all but totally restrained — he's still a former Bat; he could probably break free if he wanted to — and judging by the sounds he's making he loves it. Dangerous, strong, skilled, and he trusts me to restrain and fuck him at the edge of violence. That makes my breath catch, my grip flex, and the shudder he gives makes me tilt my head back for another second.
I swallow, reign in the urge to use any more of my strength, and only then look back down. "What do you need?" I ask, more than a little breathless. "Tell me, Jason."
He twitches, jerks against my grip, and gives a loud moan. "Nothing," he gasps. "This is good, just— God, keep going."
I want to take him at his word, because he's definitely never lied to me about any of this before, but disbelief creeps into the edge of my mind. "Just like this?" I press. "You can come from getting fucked?" I don't have the experience, but I know that's not common. Usually it takes manual stimulation, man or woman. But if Jason is one of the lucky few, that's…
He shoves out a laugh, wrists twisting against my hold. "Yes. If there's enough—" He cuts off with a groan, his hips pressing back against me. "Fuck. Enough other sensation." My breath hitches, and then I can't help dragging him up so I can get my mouth against his throat.
Just the idea of that is hot. It's fucking gorgeous. I'd never even considered the idea that Jason would be capable of coming from nothing but my cock, and whatever 'other sensation' means. He said he was good, so whatever it is he must be getting it. I don't have the mind or the spare attention to track down what that means right now, knowing it's something that I'm doing is enough. Later, I'll definitely have to figure out exactly what it is that makes the difference.
I suck marks into the side of his throat, going after every unmarked bit of skin I can see. Maybe I'm being a bit rough with my teeth, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's definitely not stopping me.
I keep him bent down far enough that I can get real power behind my thrusts, and I can feel the slight trembling of his thighs when I press against them. It concerns me for just a second, until Jason's next sound — this one is almost a sob — echoes into the room. There's nothing but strained pleasure to his tone, and I set the slight concern aside. If Jason needed me to stop, or slow down, or anything, he'd tell me. Jason would never suffer through something he could have changed with a few words, he doesn't have that kind of foolish pride.
He feels incredible, and every clench of his body drives a gasp from mine. I've felt some of it before, with my fingers, but my cock is one hell of a lot more sensitive than my fingers. This is new, it's different, and it's so damn good I'm worried that even though I've gotten off once this isn't going to last nearly as long as I'd like. If it's not long enough to get Jason off…
I bury my nose against his skin, breathing in the combined scent of him and sex. It's intoxicating, it clings to the back of my throat like it's something tangible that I inhaled. I part my mouth just enough that I can get my teeth in his skin and taste him as well. Then I force myself to pull my teeth away, and tilt my head up to brush against his hair and his ear.
"Jason, if I don't last…" My voice is almost a moan, but I fight to keep my words understandable.
"Feel that good?" he asks, with a purposeful clench around me and a teasing edge to his voice. Not that his voice isn't nearly as much of a moan as mine.
I push my face into his neck for a moment, then answer, "God, yes. You feel amazing, Jason. I don't know— I've never—" I shudder, focusing my attention down on not tightening my hand around his wrists. "I don't know how to hold back," I finally manage to finish. "God, Jason."
"Soon?" His question is a gasp, and his back is arching away from me. For just a moment, my grip in his hair goes lax, his neck bending far enough back that the tension eases. I shift my head in a nod against his throat, then sink my teeth into it to ground myself. "Roy!" He jerks against me, shivering. "It'll be enough. God, Roy, it's been so long. Don't need much."
I bite a little harder, and drag him back onto my thrusts. I shove against him, losing myself in the scent of him, the taste of him, the feel, the way his muscles flex beneath me and the sounds he makes. He's pushing back against me as much as he can, shuddering and jerking in turns. It feels like he's not much more than a few steps away from coming, but I could be wrong. This is different, and I assume it would take longer than a hand or a mouth. Maybe it's intense but a harder, slower build. I don't know enough to know for sure.
My own release builds faster than I'd like, roaring up in the back of my gut. I go just a little harder, and Jason shakes. Then he's gasping, arching, writhing against me as his next breath comes out a shout. I can feel him tense, feel him tighten around me, and it drives the breath out of me. I can recognize the feeling of him coming, and I'm too wound up to last underneath it.
I let go of his wrists, looping my arm around his stomach instead and balling my metal hand to a safe fist. Just in time for the orgasm to hit me like a hammer, sending me grinding into the back of Jason's thighs and muffling a cry against his shoulder. His hands grab at my arm, nails digging in, as my hips jerk in small, short thrusts. As I ride through the wave.
He relaxes a moment before I do, and I have to lock my muscles in place to keep from toppling forward and crushing him into the bed. I force myself to hold it together long enough to pull out of him, and then carefully shift us both down on top of the sheets. He's breathing hard, eyes closed, and my leg is definitely in the wet spot he left behind but I don't give enough of a shit to move. Not right now. Not when he's pressed up against me, forehead against mine and his legs tangled between my thighs. Especially not while his right arm is looped around my chest, palm flat between my shoulder blades.
I'm staying right where I am.
It takes a while, and I definitely don't push it, but finally his hand presses into my back as I feel him shift and stretch. I drag my eyes open, just in time to close them again as Jason kisses me. It's slow and soft, and his whole body moves into me, heat mingling with mine. I let myself enjoy the kiss as I loop my arm around his waist, keeping him close.
I don't know how long we stay like that, but eventually Jason pulls back a few inches, and meets my gaze when I open my eyes again. He's got a small smile on his face, and I can't help echoing it. I almost lean in to kiss him again, but manage to hold myself back. It doesn't stop the low, satisfied noise that leaves the back of my throat. Jason's smile gets a little wider.
"That was good," he murmurs. Then he stretches again, his top shoulder rolling. For one moment I think I hurt him somehow, but the worry slips away as he relaxes. "Give me a little while, and I can return the favor."
I raise my hand off his back to comb his hair away from his face, and give a small shrug. "If you want. I don't think I need to test if I like it the other way. Not right now at least." His smile curves into a small grin, and I give a huff of laughter. "Yeah, it was that good." I shift against him, tightening my grip in his hair for just a second. "I like having you under me, Jay. The way you look, and sound." I shake my head. "I'm good. No experimentation needed, I'm happy to just keep fucking you."
Jason snorts out a laugh, and leans up into my hand for a moment. "Sounds good to me. Then give me a little while, and we can do that again. Or something like it." I move to catch his mouth again, and he meets me for a moment before pulling back. Just enough that he can whisper, "Happy birthday, Roy."
I grin. "Best gift," I answer, and then kiss him before he can come up with a response.
For tonight, and as long as I can hold him, Jason is mine. I'm going to take full advantage.
