Dick and Jason made their way down toward the local theater, holding hands with their fingers enlaced and both wearing the bracelets Dick had gotten for the both of them around the wrists of their joined hands. Dick chuckled a bit at a joke Jason had told him as he smoothed the wrinkles out of his white, button up shirt. He'd left the top few buttons intentionally unbuttoned and wore a pair of form hugging black jeans. They weren't quite skinny jeans, but they did a good job of showing off his…assets.
Jason almost felt bad in comparison, as he hadn't dressed quite as nicely for their date; he'd donned a red long-sleeve layered graphic shirt with black sleeves that read "Strong Style Had Arrived". He had on a pair of faded, ripped blue jeans with zipper pockets, and a pair of black and white converse sneakers. He never liked dressing up, but dating Dick Grayson, his crush, made him want to look nice.
"You know, I was almost worried you'd want to call this date off. What with everything going on in our night lives and all," Dick commented, gently squeezing Jason's fingers. Jason glanced over at Dick, his stomach doing cartwheels again. Something about his smile just made him melt a little inside. He'd heard about the legendary charm of Dick Grayson, Ward of Bruce Wayne. He'd even seen it a few times at the Galas and events that they'd both attended it.
He disliked watching Dick flirt with other men and women at these things, but he knew it was all for show. Dick had told him he didn't want to drag Jason into the spotlight, and honestly? Jason was glad for that. He didn't want to be in the limelight, didn't want to be on the front of some tabloid. But at the same time, he wanted Dick all to himself.
He trusted Dick though. Trusted that he was faithful just to him, because when they were alone, when Dick was with him, he was different than when he was flirting with those strangers at the parties. Jason got to see a side of him that no one else did. They had a connection, a genuine connection, and he could feel it. That part of Dick, he knew was for him;just for him. And he knew he didn't have to share that with anyone.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't call off this date for shit," Jason replied with a smirk on his face. Dick chuckled in amusement, shaking his head.
"You swear like a sailor," Dick pointed out. Jason snorted and shrugged his shoulders.
"You can take the kid out of The Bowery, but you can't take the Bowery out of the kid," Jason answered. The two of them arrived at the theater and made their way up to the ticket booth. Jason unzipped his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, made of black leather with a chain that hooked to his front belt loop, and pulled out some cash.
"Jason-" Dick started, but Jason held out his hand.
"No, I got this one. You're always paying. It's my turn," Jason cut in. "Can we get two for The Proposal?" Jason asked. The woman at the counter smiled and produced two tickets for their movie. Jason handed over the cash and then led Dick inside.
"Thanks for that. I know you don't care for Romantic Comedies," Dick said softly, pressing a kiss to Jason's temple. Jason blushed a little and flashed a smile.
"It's fine. You're a sap, I get it," Jason teased. Dick snorted and playfully shoved the younger boy with his elbow. Jason snickered in amusement and shoved him back. They went over to the concession stand first to get some snacks for the movie; they still had five minutes or so before it would start.
"Can I get a medium soda, some popcorn, and some snowcaps?" Jason asked. He glanced over at Dick and asked "what about you? You want something?"
"Nah, I'm good. Thanks babe," Dick replied, the nickname making Jason blush a little bit. The two of them made their way into the viewing room, taking some seats in the far back. There were only five other people in the room, all of them down in the first couple of rows.
Jason made himself comfortable in his seat, leaning back and heaved a sigh while Dick sat down beside him and sunk comfortable into his chair.
"This movie is gonna suck ass," Jason commented quietly. Dick snorted with held back laughter and glanced over at him.
"Then why did you buy tickets for it? We could've watched something else," Dick offered. Jason blushed a little as he glanced over at Dick.
"I did it because you wanted to watch it, you ass," Jason retorted, kicking Dick in his shin. Dick giggled and wrapped his arm around the back of Jason's neck, pulling in in for a kiss. Jason smiled into it, then playfully shoved the man away and pointed toward the screen. "The movie is starting," he said.
"You little shit," Dick replied in a hushed tone, watching as Jason's face split into a grin as he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth. The movie started to play and Jason became aware of Dick's fingers intertwining with his own. As the previews rolled through, Jason glanced over at Dick to see him staring up at the screen. He glanced down at their joined hands as he sipped his soda. He rolled his eyes, despite the smirk on his face, at how mushy Dick could be. It was also sweet, at the same time.
Jason enjoyed his snacks as the movie started, sharing some of his popcorn and soda with Dick. He didn't mind sharing; sometimes you didn't want something, only to want it later after it was too late. So he and Dick shared the popcorn and the soda. Though, he didn't share his snowcaps; he loved his snowcaps. You'd have to fight him for them.
As the movie progressed, the snacks eaten, Dick pushed Jason's hair back with his fingers tenderly. The teen leaned into the touch a bit, turning to look at Dick in the darkness. He leaned in close for a kiss, the movie forgotten, and pressed his lips to Dick's. Dick's eyes drifted shut as he opened his mouth, letting Jason deepen the kiss, letting him take control. Jason leaned in his seat some more, eventually climbing out of it to climb into Dick's lap.
"Jason-" Dick murmured a little breathlessly as he stared up at the teen, but Jason shushed him with another kiss.
"Relax; they're not paying attention. I doubt they can even hear us over the movie," Jason purred, sliding his hand down Dick's chest to cup his crotch. He smirked slyly and gave it a squeeze, pulling a low moan out of Dick. It wasn't like they hadn't done a few things already. Just not in public. Jason glanced back over his shoulder at the other, oblivious members of the audience, then grinned down at Dick before he let himself slide down onto the floor on his knees.
Dick's breath hitched as he stared down at Jason a little wide-eyed in shock. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, but still, they weren't even on anyone's radar.
"You little shit," Dick hissed, his tone more playful than angry. Jason looked up at him from his place on the floor as he reached for the zipper of Dick's jeans. "Jay, wait-" Dick started nervously, grabbing Jason's hand. Jason looked up at Dick and flashed another grin.
"Relax, nobody's looking. Just sit back and enjoy it," Jason purred. Dick frowned and took a deep breath. He had to admit though, this was a bit exciting. He looked around again, then down at Jason and grinned.
"You're a little shit head." Jason just winked at him. He unzipped Dick's jeans and opened them while Dick fidgeted above him. He glanced up at Dick with a mischievous sparkle in his eye as their eyes met, and reached inside his pants, beneath his underwear, and grabbing his dick. Dick sucked in a breath and held up when Jason gave the half-hard cock a couple of strokes, bringing him to full hardness. He pulled Dick's cock free and stared at it a bit in surprise; he was a bit…bigger than he expected.
"Jay, you don't have to," Dick finally said with hesitance, despite that part him that was really turned on and excited right now. He knew a bit about Jason's past, how he grew up on the streets of the Bowery. He didn't know anything specific, but he knew enough about the streets to guess that Jason might've been forced to do some…unsavory things to survive.
Jason glanced up at Dick, noting the concern on his face. It made his own face heat up a bit, made him wonder if Dick knew what he'd done while he was living on the streets in The Bowery. But this was different; he had a choice, and Dick was giving him an out. But he wanted to do this. So Jason leaned in and gave the cock a lick from base to tip, eyes darting up to Dick's face as he took the head past his lips.
Dick clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes rolling back and his head tilting back as he felt his cock sliding down into the silky, wet heat of Jason's throat. Were they in private, he would have just let go, but he had to stay quiet here. It was both nerve-wracking, and exciting. The excitement of it all, the possibility of being caught, turned him on more, if that were even possible.
"Shit-oh my god-nnngh-fuck," Dick whispered out, clutching the arms of his seat tightly and fighting off the urge to thrust up into that warm, wet mouth. When Dick managed to regain some semblance of control over himself, he let out a shaky breath and glanced down at Jason; the younger boy's eyes were staring up at him, sparkling with mischief, as he slid his mouth down the length of Dick's cock, taking all of him, down to the back of his throat.
Dick's face heated up, turning red because that had to be one of the most lewd sights he'd ever seen. He'd been with people before, and had done more with them than what he'd done with Jason, but this was…something else. And as he watched Jason skillfully work his mouth around him, feeling his tongue work on him, he almost forgot how to breath, his breath hitching.
Tentatively, Dick reached his hand out, and gently threaded his fingers through Jason's dark hair. The younger boy looked up at him and he could see that mischievous look in his eyes again, and knew that what he was doing was okay.
Dick gasped quietly, writhing in his seat, the others in the room forgotten as he massaged Jason's scalp, gently tugging at his hair. He had his hand clamped over his mouth to muffle his pants and moans, because good god was Jason good with his mouth; it was downright sinful what he could do with that damn tongue.
Jason and Dick's eyes met once again as Jason slowly slid up Dick's length. Dick huffed, watching as Jason's tongue swirled around the head, licking at the underside before taking him back into his mouth. He nearly lost it, and had to cover his mouth again, when Jason grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze, rolling them around in his hand.
"Fuck-nnggh-god damn-shit!" Dick breathed, managing to somehow keep his voice down but no longer able to form coherent sentences. He looked down and saw Jason's hand moving. He shifted just enough to see that Jason had opened his own pants and was jerking himself off in rapid, sharp strokes. Then, Jason does something, and Dick falls over the edge. He clamped his hand over his mouth and smothered a cry of pleasure.
"Jay, I'm gonna-" Dick whispered frantically, trying to push Jason off of his cock, but the teen growled at him, sealing his lips around the head of Dick's cock as he came, hard, into Jason's mouth. Jason slid his mouth down Dick's cock, swallowing him down and ignoring Dick's whines as he continued to work the oversensitive cock. Jason soon followed, his own cries of pleasure muffled by the cock in his throat as he came.
When he finally pulled off, Dick tugged Jason up into his lap, ignoring the mess, and kisses Jason, licking up into his mouth and tasting himself on the teen's tongue. He rubbed his palm over the oversensitive head of Jason's cock, pulling a whine out of him and swallowing the sound as they kissed. Jason broke off the kiss and practically dragged himself off of Dick, reaching for a napkin from the snacks and wiped himself off, cleaning up the mess as best he could. The two of them then settled into their seats, trapped in a daze but grinning like idiots, the movie long forgotten.
The rest of their date was relatively uneventful. Dick had set aside the whole day, just for them, and so after the movie, they went for lunch and got chili dogs (Jason's favorite) and fries from a street vendor, then went to the museum, and then the bookstore.
Jason was like a kid in a candy store when they got to the bookstore. He'd never seen someone so excited over books before, but Dick thought it was adorable. He ended up buying a copy of The Call of the Wild by Jack London, Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne, and Moby Dick by Herman Melville. Jason had been more than willing to buy them himself, but Dick bought them instead, as gifts. That had earned the older boy a kiss, ignoring the other people in the store watching, even.
Their last stop before heading home, was dinner. Dick had suggested something fancy; he wanted to impress Jason. Jason picked up on that immediately, and convinced Dick to go somewhere more low key; Dick didn't need to impress him and he said as much to the older boy. Instead, Jason took Dick down to a Dive Bar in the Bowery where they enjoyed some sushi, and (of course) non-alcoholic drinks.
The atmosphere was unexpectedly light, cheerful and boisterous. Dick felt a little guilty for judging the place, expecting something more…sinister or disreputable. Surprisingly, there were people from all walks of life in there; he swore he even spotted a few of the "Upper class" rubbing elbows with the common folk. It was a nice experience, truth be told.
But as the sky grew dark, and the hour late, it was time to go home. Dick happily drove Jason home and accompanied him inside the building and up the elevator to the loft.
Even after they arrived and the doors slid open, Dick had Jason pinned to the wall as the shared a slow, gentle kiss. Jason's eyes were closed, holding hands with Dick, their fingers enlaced. Dick cupped Jason's jaw, sliding his tongue into the younger boy's mouth and deepening the kiss.
"Ahem," came a voice from behind them. The two boys jumped apart, both blushing crimson when they turned to see Kate standing in front of the elevator with a smirk on his face.
"Er, Kate, hi," Jason said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he got off of the elevator. He turned back to Dick and flashed a smile. "I'll see you later, Dickie," Jason said to him. Dick smiled and waved goodbye.
"See you," Dick replied, pressing a button on the elevator and disappearing behind the door. Jason watched him go, still waving and a goofy smile on his face.
"You see happy. I take it things went well?" Kate asked, amused. Jason was pulled from his reverie and blushed a little. All he offered was a nod, and then headed inside the apartment.
"Yeah, it was great," Jason replied, kicking off his shoes at the door. Kate grinned as she followed him inside.
"Oh, just great?" she asked. Jason blushed a little bit, but didn't turn until he'd successfully beaten it down.
"Yeah. It was fun," he replied. Kate laughed then, and Jason was left confused.
"I'm sorry, but you're such a bad liar," she replied. Jason frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well, if I'm a bad liar, then I guess that falls on you, doesn't it?" Jason jabbed, more amused than annoyed, really. Kate waved her hand dismissively as she padded into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, pouring herself some water.
"Oh, I mean, you're a good liar, just not to me," she explained.
"What do you mean?" Jason asked.
"Oh, I can see it written all over your face; you're in love. Your date was better than just "great", Jason." Jason tried to frown, but it didn't have much of an impact with his face colored red. "Sorry, I'll leave you alone," Kate teased. Jason huffed a little and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting a little. He looked back to Kate though, wondering if they were still going on patrol tonight.
"So…tonight-"
"I've caught wind of a child trafficking ring, hidden down in The Bowery. If you're up for it, we can get down there and break it up for good," Kate explained, setting the empty glass aside and making for the lift to her HQ. Jason's eyes narrowed at the words "child trafficking ring". Of course he was definitely down for that; anyone who sold children or used them like toys, deserved a beat down.
"Yeah, I'm in," he replied, following her to the lift.