12 Days of JayTim
Candy Canes and Santa Hats
It wasn't exactly one hundred percent ideal, but it was currently working really well for them. Just the feel of Jason's hot mouth sucking and biting bruises into his neck to the rough friction of their jeans provided with every thrust and grind. It was seventy-five degrees in the small apartment, but every touch sent waves of heat through Tim's body, and it sure as hell felt hotter than what the thermostat read. Tim was also sure that his boxers were going to be a complete mess once they decided that they really don't need pants to have sex. Whenever that was going to be.
"Jason," Tim moaned out. His voice was sultry and completely dirty. So shameless as he rocked against Jason. He always had a kink for dry humping, but he liked it when Jason was merciless with him. Not that he'd ever admit that, but it can also be assumed that Jason knows everything when it comes to Tim. Every contour, every defined muscle, and (his favorite) every sound that the younger man could make. The noises Tim made could drive someone insane. Just the thought made Jason rut up against him with a bit more force.
"You going to sing for me, pretty bird?" he purred, the sound so predatory that it went straight to Tim's groin. Jason went down on him without an answer, kissing and licking at pert nipples, scarred skin, and beautifully defined abs. Tim would probably kill him for leaving so many marks, but the younger man seemed too preoccupied with fucking Jason's thigh, so it didn't really matter at the moment.
With one swift tug, Tim's jeans and underwear were suddenly down to his knees, and Jason had somehow managed to maneuver himself between those pale thighs. He smiled wolfishly at him, white teeth sharp as he hovered over the younger vigilante. His hand disappeared into his back pocket, and he pulled out two condoms.
"Red or green, babybird?" he asked with that sleazy grin, and Tim was sober enough to give him an incredulous look.
"… Are those peppermint flavored?" he asked.
"You betcha," he replied with a chuckle, though he tossed the green condom to the side because he knew Tim preferred him in red. After he tugged his pants down enough, he tore the package out with his teeth, watching Tim's stomach flex in appreciation from the small show, and he carefully rolled it onto his leaking member.
"Are those candy canes? Oh my god, there are candy canes on the condom. Jason, what even?" Tim asked, completely disbelieving, but he also was trying not to crack a smile because candy canes. "And why the hell are you wearing a Santa hat? I do not have a Santa kink."
Jason laughed at him, the sound deep and rich. "Oh, but I think you do. Such a naughty boy," he answered, smacking the younger man's hip and enjoying the jolt and soft groan that followed.
"It looks cheesy," he huffed up at him, his fingers slowly raking down Jason's chest.
"And so isn't you singing 'Santa Baby' in the shower," he retorted with a smirk. Tim just spluttered up at him because he might have been imagining Jason dressed up as Santa while he sang that. But this was so uncalled for. Still made him feel really hot and flustered, though. Jason just continued to smile his infamous, lopsided grin as he teasingly sang the Christmas tune. And without warning, he suddenly entered Tim fully (another one of Tim's kinks that he knew).
It's funny how this all happened, really. Jason had spent the entire day searching for any Christmas presents that could have possibly been for him, but he always came up empty handed. So it became his mission to try and find any signs of whether or not he was getting a good present or a reallygood present from Tim. He gave up after a few hours of nothing because there was literally nothing to go by. So he walked into the living room to find Tim sitting on the couch wrapping presents, and he looked him straight in the eyes.
"Am I on your nice or naughty list?" he asked with his hands shoved in his jean pockets. The small smirk that slowly curled Tim's lips was with wolfish and every level of dirty.
"Jason, you're always on my naughty list."
Tim probably planned everything just so they could have rough, steamy sex on the couch, but hey, Jason wasn't complaining at all. Every soft noise Tim made to him scratching his nails down Jason's bare back was intoxicating. The couch creaked quietly as he pounded him into the lush cushions, the addicting sound of their skin slapping making his groan quietly. Tim's heels dug into the man's lower back as well as he forced him closer until Jason just said "to hell with it" and threw his legs over his shoulders in order to go faster and deeper. The screams and mewls that spilled out of Tim's mouth made him quiver. And once Tim came all over his chest and face, the cum dripping down his face and over his right eye, Jason completely lost it and came.
Their chests heaved as they rode out their orgasms, and Jason even bent down to clean Tim with his tongue. Salty and completely Tim. After he pulled out and tied the condom (tossing aside when Tim wasn't paying attention), he grinned down at him.
"Don't worry, babe. You're on my naughty list too," he purred.