Valentine's Day
Valentine's day was upon them again, and every year, Dick always had something special planned for both he and his husband. Last year, Dick planned a romantic get away to the beach. He took the entire day off work, spent the entire day watching love movies curled up on the couch with Jason, had a nice dinner, and then spent the evening on the beach, watching the sunset. Dick was a very romantic person at heart, but this year, Jason wanted a crack at it.
He'd be the first to admit, that romance wasn't exactly his forte. But after seven years of being together, of having Dick plan out their valentine's day, Jason decided it was his turn to show Dick ow much he loved him. So for a whole month in advance, Jason made Dick promise not to plan anything, not to do anything, because he had it covered. Dick amusedly agreed and now the day was finally here. Dick was interested to see what his husband had planned.
Dick woke early in the morning, as per the norm. When he sat up in bed, stretching a bit, he glanced over to find Jason's side of the bed empty. Try as he might, he couldn't help the smile tugging at the corner of is lips. Jason never got up early if he didn't have to!
Dick slid out of bed and out of the bedroom to look for his husband, smile still plastered across his face. When he gout out to the living room, his smile faltered and his mood faded a little; Jason was just sitting on the couch watching UFC.
"Hey, morning babe! Sleep well?" Jason asked, flashing a smile at Dick and turning his attention back to the television. Dick didn't answer right away, in fact he felt a little hurt because it seemed like Jason had forgotten what today was. But there was still the whole rest of the day. He smiled back at the man, shuffled over and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I did. Amazing, considering the night's events," Dick purred, slipping into Jason's lap. Jason grinned up at the man and leaned in, burying his face in the man's neck and sucking up marks. Dick moaned softly, tilting his head back and giving the man unhindered access to his neck.
"Believe me, that was my pleasure too," Jason purred with a breathy laugh. Dick chuckled a bit, wrapping his arms around Jason. He glanced up at the clock, briefly, and huffed in annoyance.
"Something wrong Dickie?" Jason asked. Dick gave a nod.
"Yeah, unfortunately I have to work today," he said. Jason chuckled in amusement and kissed his husband's lips.
"Well, try not to work too hard. See you later babe," Jason replied. Dick hid his disappointment as he moved back into the bedroom to dress for work. Jason hadn't shown any sign that he'd remembered what today was...but again, there was still the whole rest of the day, right...?
The whole rest of Dick's day was pretty crappy. Three drug busts, two assaults and a sexual assault case later, Dick felt pretty exhausted. Mentally as opposed to physically. Though he wasn't doing much physically, considering he'd had to chase three suspects across Bludhaven, nearly getting stabbed twice, and almost shot once in the process. A typical day in Bludhaven. The whole day had passed and Dick hadn't heard a word from Jason. No phone call, no surprise visit, no e-mails, cards, nothing. So that hadn't improved his day much either.
That was until he got to his desk. Dick smiled brightly as he sat down at his desk, a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates waiting there for him. Upon further inspection, he found a card along with it, flipping it open. Dick looked around nervously, cheeks painted pink. Inside was a simple message: wait 'till you get home. And a picture of Jason, stretched out on the bed, and in nothing but a pair of silky red heart boxers with a rather lustful smirk on his face.
Dick closed the card quickly before anyone could see it; not so much out of shame or embarrassment, as a desire to keep anyone else from looking at the picture. Jason was his and frankly, he didn't want to share. Needless to say, Dick couldn't wait to get home that night.
Dick, with flowers and chocolates in hand, pushed open the door to the apartment, having changed back into civvies at the station. The curtains were closed and the entire apartment was dark. Dick could feel his excitement rising, content to leave his bag on the couch. He placed the chocolates and flowers on the coffee table and glanced down at the floor to notice a trail of rose petals leading toward the bedroom.
"Jaybird, what'd you do?" he asked himself with a smile on his face as he followed the trail. When he got to the bedroom, he gasped slightly at the sight before him; a small table for two was set in the middle of the room with a pair of candles lit in the center and a rather amazing looking meal set out, for two. The only thing missing was Jason.
Dick couldn't help grinning from ear to ear like an idiot as he approached the table, hand resting lightly on the back of one of the chairs. Then he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, and a pair of tender lips on his neck.
"Heya Dickie. Like my surprise," Jason purred softly, gently kissing the man's neck. Dick smiled brightly, biting his lip to suppress a moan as he felt his husband's thumbs brush lightly against the skin of his stomach, just beneath his shirt.
"I was afraid-"
"That I'd forgotten? Nah, all part of my plan," Jason interrupted, parting from the man to pull out a chair for Dick. Dick took the offered seat and Jason sat across from him. Grilled steak, sauteed shrimp in lemon, garlic and butter and two glasses of wine sat on the table, waiting for them.
"Where's-" Dick began, but Jason interrupted quickly.
"Kaden is at the manor. I asked Bruce to babysit him for the day while I set this all up," Jason explained. Dick looked at the spread on the table, then chuckled in amusement.
"Alfred cooked this, didn't he?" Dick asked. Jason frowned but eventual gave a nod.
"I tried, I really did, but I almost burned the kitchen," Jason said sourly, earning a laugh from Dick. Jason smirked a bit and gave a shrug, adding "Alfred got wind of what I was up to and dropped by just in the nick of time to help. I dunno how he does it."
"He's Alfred," Dick replied, grabbing a fork. Jason gave a light chuckle and a nod in agreement.
"It's the thought that counts, Jaybird, thank you," Dick said sincerely offering the man a bright smile. Jason couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, his husband's smiles as infectious as ever.
The meal and wine was amazing, but Jason wasn't quite done, it seemed. He moved away from the table and stood in front of the bed, gesturing for Dick to join him. Dick couldn't help but to grin, knowing where this was going, but definitely not minding; he had a beautiful husband. And Jason stripped down in front of him, flopping back down on the bed in naught but that pair of silky red boxers from the picture he'd given Dick at work.
"Happy Valentine's day, Dickie. Now c'mon, come get your present," Jason purred, stretching out on the bed, and arcing his hips up, ever so slightly. Dick licked his lips, the look on his face sending shudders across Jason's body.
"Happy valentine's day Jaybird," Dick said softly, crawling up onto the bed, and slowly tugging the man's boxers off his waist...