Dick - 39
Jason - 37
Kaden - 14
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The bathroom was filled with steam and the sounds of grunts and groans echoed through the room. Hot water streamed down from the shower head as Jason hefted Dick up against the glass of the shower and pushed inside him. Dick clutched desperately at Jason's slippery shoulders, whimpering loudly as the man pushed his cock deep inside him. Jason groaned and attacked his husband's neck, kissing and nibbling on the warm, wet flesh, his hips thrusting up into Dick. Jason groaned when Roy roughly entered him, the man's strong arm wrapping around his torso and the other gripping his hip for leverage.
As Roy rocked his hips against Jason, Jason thrust up into Dick, slamming his prostate with every thrust and eliciting those delicious moans and cries of pleasure he loved. Roy reached around Jason, grabbed Dick's erection and pumped him in time with his own movements. Dick whimpered at the contact and tried to thrust up into his hand. The hot, almost scalding water added to the pleasure of it all.
"Fuck, Roy. Harder," Jason gasped between grunts as he made a particular hard thrust up into his husband's body, eliciting a near-scream from him. Roy grinned as he snapped his hips forward, slamming inside Jason. Jason cried out in pleasure, the sound muffled as he buried his face in Dick's neck, biting, kissing and licking at the warm, wet flesh. Dick let out a gasp as his head thudded lightly against the shower wall, arms wrapping themselves around Jason's neck.
"God. Roy, Jay, I'm so - haah - so close!" Dick cried out. Roy grinned against the back of Jason's neck as he cupped the head of Dick's cock and began massaging it with his palm. Dick squirmed and whimpered at the movement, clutching desperately to Jason as the man slammed into him. Dick shouted, burying his face in Jason's neck and wrapped his arms around him. Hands clawed desperately at the man's back, broken moans tumbling past his lips as he came hard, coating Roy's hand in cum, quickly washed away by the shower spray. Jason's hips kept moving, kept thrusting wildly as he neared orgasm; between Dick's warm, tight heat, and Roy's dick slamming against his prostate, he wouldn't last much longer.
"Oh God. Dick! R-Roy! Aaangh, fuck!" Jason cried out. With one final, hard thrust, he came hard deep inside his lover, and Roy followed moments later. The three of them panted heavily, about to bask in the afterglow when the water turned icy cold. Dick screamed as the icy spray hit him while Roy and Jason started yelling expletives, Roy losing his balance resulting in the three landing in the heap on the floor in the shower.
"FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the fuck..." Roy and Jason shouted over each other, scrambling on the wet tile, hands searching for the shower knobs as the spray turned unbearably hot.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE! TURN IT OFF! It's not fun anymore!" Dick screamed as he made his way to the door of the shower to get out on clumsy legs.
Kaden fiddled with his iPod and gave a wave back as he hopped out of his brother's black Aventador, and ambled for his apartment building's door. He'd spent most of his after school hours at the manor, training in self defense with Damian and hanging out with his uncle Tim when he was in Gotham. He missed his uncle and hadn't seen him much over the last few months. He was always busy with...come to think of it, he wasn't exactly sure what his uncle did.
The teen adjusted his earbuds,opened the door to his building and then trudged up the stairs, turning up the volume on his iPod. When he came to the door to his apartment, he was singing softly along with the song and he dug through his pocket for his key. He unlocked and pushed the door open, and noticed Uncle Roy's jacket tossed on the arm of the couch as he glanced around the living room. He smiled at the thought of seeing Roy; Roy wasn't really his uncle, but he'd been 'Uncle Roy' for as long as he could remember, just as Barbara had always been 'Aunt Babs'.
Kaden stopped at the couch, turned off his music, pulling his earbuds out, setting them on the coffee table. Was that Uncle Roy groaning? From the bathroom? It didn't sound like he was in pain, but it didn't sound normal either.
He padded over to the bathroom, knocked on it questioningly; when he didn't get an answer, he opened it.
"Uncle Roy?" he asked, popping his head in. His jade eyes widened in horror at seeing his parents, in the shower, having sex - ACTUAL FUCKING SEX - with his uncle. What. The. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?
His brain sputtered for a few seconds to a complete halt trying to process what he was seeing before revving into high gear, eyes narrowing and temper flaring. He opened the door fully, marched over to the toilet and flushed it before stomping out in a huff, leaving the door to the bathroom wide open. He snatched his iPod from the coffee table and stalked out of the apartment, slamming the door closed, before pulling out his cell phone and dialing Damian's phone number as he made his way down the stairs.
"Come on. Come ON! Pick up! Pick up!" he muttered. Kaden shoved his way out of the front door of the building and started pacing angrily in front of the apartment building as the phone continued to ring. He swore when it went to voicemail and dialed again, foot tapping as he tried to stay still when he heard Damian pick up.
"What do you want now?" Damian said, annoyed.
"Look, I know you just dropped me off, but you gotta come back and get me!" Kaden said with a huff of annoyance. Damian snorted, and hung up on him. Kaden stared at his phone incredulously.
"ASSHOLE!" He shouted, dialing the number again.
"No," Damian replied before hanging up again. Kaden swore to the high heavens and dialed again.
"Come get me."
"No."
"I'll tell Grandpa what you did to the Murciélago," Kaden threatened.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wanna try?" There was silence followed by a growl.
"Fine, but you had better keep your mouth shut," Damian snapped, hanging up again. Kaden pocketed his phone and glared up at the window of his apartment. He paced angrily in front of the doors as he waited on Damian, trying to figure out what he saw. His parents with...no. Wasn't that cheating?
His head snapped up when he heard his brother's car stop in front of him. He popped his earbuds in, not really in the mood to listen to his brother bitch, and hopped in.
"What is this about anyway?" Damian asked, worry creeping into his voice, pulling away from the curb.
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
Damian arched one eyebrow as if to say, "Oh really," but let the subject drop, the rest of the ride to the Manor spent in silence. Kaden stared out the window the whole drive, music blaring in his ears. When the manor finally came into view, Kaden hopped out of the car and hurried inside. Alfred raised an eyebrow at Damian and he shrugged his shoulders as he walked in.
In the kitchen, Alfred calmly prepared tea as Kaden absentmindedly doodled on the granite countertops with his finger, earbuds out, chin on the hand not doodling staring at nothing. Alfred took a moment to look at him while preparing tea, reminiscing that he looked like Jason when he first came to the Manor - a bit lost, angry and confused. He shook he head lightly; reminiscing was a dangerous thing.
"Would you like to discuss what's troubling you, Master Kaden?" Alfred asked calmly as he gently set a cup of tea in front of him. Kaden looked up at Alfred a little desperately, not sure what to say or if if he should say anything at all, but he needed to talk to someone, and Alfred was...well, he was Alfred. Anybody could talk to Alfred about anything.
"No. Yes. No...I don't know, Alfie," he moaned, hands coming up to scrub at his face, "Everything is so fucked up."
Alfred lifted a brow but remained silent, waiting patiently for Kaden to continue.
"My day at school was terrible even though it was Friday. I caught Jeremy with his tongue down some girl's throat in the locker room, so I told him he could go fuck his own ass. The locker room, Alfred," more like drying humping, he thought, "and then I came here and got my ass kicked by Damian. And then, well, well..."
"Master Kaden, I have fought in a war, taken care of you grandfather since he was a child followed by your fathers, brother and uncle and now you. There isn't anything I haven't heard before."
Kaden screwed up his face and then said into his cup of tea, "Even catching three people have..."
"Yes, even that."
"EWWWWWWW! Do I want to know? Do I? No, no, I don't want to know." Alfred chuckled at Kaden's outburst before he continued, "The world is not black and white, Master Kaden. You above all should know this. Your parents are not what the world sees as "typical" or "normal," but they love and care for you like other parents you've met, correct?" Kaden's expression softened and he nodded.
"Yeah," he answered simply.
"And you love your parents, correct?" Alfred asked. Kaden nodded immediately; that wasn't even a question that needed to be asked.
"Yeah, of course I do," he replied easily.
"Then, Master Kaden," Alfred began, offering the teen a smile as he ruffled the boy's hair, "Why should this change anything?" Kaden turned and watched as the old man went about his business. But, he was still confused - why would his parents do...that...with Uncle Roy?! He still didn't understand.
"If you are still unsure, Master Kaden, may I suggest talking to your parents?" Alfred suggested, reading the teen's mind. Kaden frowned and shook his head. "As hard as it seems, Master Kaden, one must only ask," he finished as went to clear the cups.
"Holy fuck, what the hell was that?!" Jason said as he finally stumbled out of the shower and pulled a towel off the rack, wiping his face and holding out a towel to Roy.
"I have no idea. All I know is that my ass is going to be scorched for a week," Roy replied, taking the proffered towel, "I had no idea your shower ran that damn hot."
"The better question we should be asking ourselves is why did it get so cold then so hot," Dick mumbled, rubbing his scorched thighs with his hands before taking a towel, "The only way that happens is when someone flushes the toilet in this house. As far as I know, there were three people in this house at the time we were in the shower. Kaden wasn't expected home until nine. Anyone have a watch?"
"I'm fresh out of watches, babe," Jason replied, throwing a smile at him. Dick smacked his thigh with his towel, eliciting a yelp from him.
"I'm being serious and all you can do is crack jokes?"
Roy walked over to the sink and picked up his watch, the beautiful green eyes both of them loved widening, "Hey, wonder boys, it's 9:30." Dick and Jason exchanged looks, dressed quickly and headed to Kaden's room. Jason gave a light knock. When there was no response, he cracked the door open and peaked inside.
"Kaden?" he asked softly, pushing the door all the way open. He and Dick looked around the room, but there was no sign that Kaden had ever been here. It appeared the three of them had been caught. Kaden was probably...pissed? Upset? Confused? Probably all of the above. Having two dads was one thing; finding out said parents were involved with a third guy? Well...shit. Jason sighed, raking his hands through his hair; this was not how he planned on Kaden finding out, and the impending conversation was going to be so damn delightful. 'So Kaden, Papa and I love each other, but occasionally we like to fuck around with Uncle Roy.' Oh yeah, that'd be fuckin' grand. He and Dick retreated from Kaden's room and rejoined Roy out in the living room.
"He knows, doesn't he?" Roy asked, arms crossed over his chest as he arched an auburn brow.
"Yeah, and in the worst way possible. I think he, uh...caught us," Jason mumbled, his face tinting pink. It was hard to make Jason blush, but the idea of his son catching him in the act would do it.
"Aw, it's so cute when you blush, Jaybird," Roy teased, earning a glare from Jason. Roy merely grinned, raising his hands defensively as he let himself fall back onto the couch. Jason scrubbed his face with his hands as he paced back and forth in the middle of the living room, trying to figure out how to handle this.
"This all could've been avoided if we had just been honest with him in the beginning, Jason," Dick said, matter-of-factly, earning a glare from Jason, "Just saying." Jason heaved a sigh and flopped down onto the couch beside Roy. Roy looked over at his friend and flashed a smirk.
"Beer?"
"Sounds good right about now," the man muttered. Roy chuckled in amusement and pushed himself up off of the couch and made his way into the kitchen.
"Dick-"
"No thanks," Dick called back, grabbing up his phone and sitting on the edge of the recliner. He called Kaden's phone; he wanted to make sure he was safe. The phone rang a few times before he heard Alfred's voice on the other end.
"Alfred? Is Kaden okay?" Dick asked, worriedly. Why didn't Kaden answer his own phone? It took him a moment to consider that maybe Kaden was a bit...well, pissed. Roy made his way back into the living room, dangling a beer in front of Dick's face. Dick shoved him away lightly, worried, and chewed on his lower lip. Roy put his beer on the table and squeezed Dick's shoulder reassuringly, kissing his temple, before he walked away and gave Jason his.
"He's here at the Manor and he's fine, Master Dick. No need to worry," Alfred replied. Dick breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the recliner, raking a hand through his hair.
"C-Can I talk to him?" Dick asked. There was a pause on the other end of the phone. He glanced over at Roy and Jason who were talking to each other softly, drinking beer. He could always count on Roy to help calm Jason when he got this anxious.
"I'm sorry Master Dick, but Kaden does not wish to speak with you at the moment." Dick sighed and closed his eyes.
"Alright. I understand. Tell him...tell him we love him and we'll see him in the morning, yeah?"
"Yes, of course. Good night," Alfred said smoothly, hanging up the phone. Jason glanced over at Dick and sipped his beer.
"So? Is Kaden okay?"
"He's fine. Just not uh...talking to us at the moment, apparently." Jason's eyebrows came together at that before he sighed and put his head on Roy's shoulder.
"I guess we should have expected that. He did catch us en flagrante delicto after all." Roy made a noise of approval over and brought Jason closer to him, kissing his head.
"We could always snuggle for a while..." Roy trailed off.
"As great as that sounds, Roytoy," Dick replied tiredly as he pulled himself from the recliner, "I really should get some sleep for tomorrow." Jason silently agreed, pulling himself up off the couch. He put his beer back in the fridge, not having drank much of it; not having a hangover would be a great advantage for tomorrow's conversation. Dick walked to the bedroom yawning and closed the door; as much as he wanted to say good-bye to Roy, he was just too tired. Jason walked back to the living room and stopped in front of Roy who pulled himself up and hugged him tightly.
"Well, I guess I better be going. I don't think Kaden will want to see me for a while," Roy said with a sad smile.
"He'll come around. He just needs time to process shit," Jason said chuckling into Roy's shoulder and patting his back. "Are you sure you don't wanna crash here? It's not a problem." Roy waved his hand dismissively and made for the door.
"Nah, thanks Jaybird," Roy replied, flashing a smile as he pulled on his jacket, "Besides, Lian has a date tonight. I have to threaten her boyfriend when they get back." Jason snorted in amusement, holding back laughter, as Roy grinned like the devil.
"Night Jaybird. Tell Dick good night for me too, will ya?"
"Of course. Good night Roy," Jason replied, waving him off as he padded into the bedroom.
The next morning arrived and with it, the impending conversation looming over the both Dick and Jason. They got dressed, grabbed some coffee and made their way out, taking the black Lamborghini Aventador that Bruce had given them as a wedding present; it still ran like a dream all these years later. Of course, Jason had made sure to take good care of 'his baby.'
The drive to the Manor was silent and tense; neither of them were sure how Kaden would handle the situation, or what would say to him and that made them nervous. Jason most of all, because it was his decision to keep Kaden in the dark about it. He just knew Kaden was going to want to know why. The Manor came into view minutes later and the two exchanged hesitant looks. They pulled up and slowly got out of the car, Jason heaving a sigh and raking a hand through his hair.
"You ready for this?" Dick asked, rounding the car to stand beside his husband. Jason snorted and shook his head.
"No, but let's get it over with. The sooner the better," he replied. He glanced down at his watch to check the time; 9:30 in the morning. They were early risers by nature, so they were definitely awake. Well, maybe. Kaden was your typical teenager, always sleeping in on weekends. On a Saturday, 9:30 was early for him. Regardless, Dick and Jason made their way inside the manor, greeted at the door by Alfred.
"Good morning Alfred," Dick said cheerily, giving the man a hug.
"Morning Alf," Jason added in with a hug of his own.
"Good morning. Master Kaden is in the kitchen," Alfred responded, closing the door behind them. The couple made their way through the familiar rooms and halls, to the kitchen where everyone usually gathered first thing in the morning. There they found Kaden in black pajama bottoms and a button up top left undone and hanging lazily off shoulders, eating a bowl of cereal and sitting in one of the stools at the kitchen island. Jason snickered quietly at the sight of his son, bed hair and all. He seemed to have only just gotten up. Kaden glanced toward his parents and groaned at the sight of them, shoulders involuntarily raising.
"Oh fuck no, it's too early for this shit," Kaden muttered.
"Coffee, Master Kaden?" Alfred asked politely. The teen nodded quickly, needing something to distract him from his parents.
"Kaden, it's quarter to ten," Dick pointed out. Kaden turned to his papa and glowered at him.
"It's Sa-tur-day." Kaden didn't even mention that he got little sleep because certain images kept filtering into his dreams and he decided sleep wasn't worth it. The things he saw yesterday were horrifying, to say the least. He was going to need years of therapy to scrub that from his mind, he was sure. Jason patted the teen on the back and sat down on the stool beside him.
"Alright, relax. Take some time to wake up first and then we'll talk," Jason said smoothly. Kaden gave a disgusted look at them. Talk? They wanted to talk, at quarter to ten? Were they crazy? Could this not wait until, you know, lunch? He could do awkward talks at lunch. Alfred slid a cup of coffee in front of him and he latched onto it, sighing contently.
"Thanks Alfie," Kaden said, sipping the heavenly brew. Dick, Jason, and Alfred talked about inconsequential things while Kaden finished his breakfast and coffee; they had tried coaxing Kaden into talking with them about school, his friends, anything, but he either completely ignored them or hissed a short answer at them. After the third, "It fucking sucked," they had decided to let him be and finish breakfast in silence before he stomped upstairs for a shower. Kaden was quite like Jason in the morning - not to be trusted with a comprehensible or nice word until one cup of coffee, breakfast and a shower.
Kaden padded into the kitchen half an hour later wearing a pair of jeans, pulling on a bright yellow Kid Flash t-shirt. Dick turned in his seat and arched an eyebrow at the very familiar colors. Kaden shrugged in response.
"What? Kid Flash is one of my favs! Not enough teenage superheroes, y'know," Kaden replied with a grin. Dick chuckled in amusement and grabbed the teen by his arm and playfully tugged Kaden toward him, combing his hand through the boy's messy hair.
"Gee, baby bird, you ever heard of a hair brush? Or a comb? You look like a dust mop," Dick teased, ignoring the teen's squirming.
"Papa, c'mon, I'm fourteen! Stop being so embarrassing!" he replied, followed by a laugh as he managed to squirm his way out of his papa's arms. Jason smiled at the two of them; as much as he didn't to ruin the moment, they still had to talk about what Kaden saw. Sliding out of his seat, he wrapped an arm around Kaden's shoulders and steered him toward one of the lesser used sitting rooms.
"C'mon champ. We have to talk," Jason said smoothly, gesturing for his husband to follow. Dick hopped off of the stool and followed his husband and son into the sitting room. Kaden made himself comfortable in one of the arm chairs and Dick and Jason sat side-by-side in a love seat across from him. For the first few moments, the room was silent, tense. Jason cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he and Dick exchanging glances.
"Hey, uh, there's no way to make this not awkward, K, but we are sorry that we didn't tell you about Uncle Roy," Dick began.
"Yo-you're sorry?," Kaden began, standing up and pacing, "About not telling me or that you got caught? Why...why didn't you ever tell me? What is it that you exactly have with Uncle Roy? How long? Does Lian know? Ho-how could you not tell me? What else are you keeping from me? What..."
Dick swallowed hard and looked at Jason, glowering at him for a moment as if to say, "I told you so."
"Kaden, calm down," Jason replied, keeping his anxiety in check, "Papa and I will try to answer your questions but you need to ask them one at a time." Kaden stopped pacing and stared at them, long and hard.
"Fine. Are you sorry about being caught or not telling me?"
"Both," the two said in unison, hands twining together.
"What exactly do you have with Uncle Roy?" Both of them took a deep breath and looked at each other. Dick patted the arm chair and Kaden sat in it, arms crossed.
"Kaden, your dad and I have an open marriage. It means one or both of us can, in essence, cheat with someone else and the other would be okay with it. However, we only have an open marriage with Roy. Every open marriage is different, but we are not comfortable cheating on each other with other people. Roy is different; we have both dated Roy in other times of our life."
"But why did you guys start...that?"
Dick blew out a breath, "Well, back when you were younger, Roy asked us if we ever had a threesome. Jason and I said we hadn't, but we had thought about it. Roy said if we ever wanted to, he was always willing to join us. We never thought about it up until then, but we talked about it and we took him up." Kaden made a face at this but Dick continued, "We found ourselves...cashing in, so to speak...more often. He's a safety net for both of us and he knows how to get us...well..."
"Ew, Papa, ew." Dick chuckled as he saw his son's face screw up like it did when he first tasted brussel sprouts.
"So, you guys get together to have...that?"
"NO!" Jason and Dick said.
"Kaden, we love Roy. Sex is just part of that. We talk to him all of the time, make sure he and Lian are okay. He's just an extension of us. Is that easier?" Dick said softly.
Kaden nodded, "Does Lian know?" Dick sighed then and nodded. "What the hell, Papa? How does Lian know and not me? How long has she known? Why does she know and not me? Were you ever going to fucking tell me?!"
"Well, Roy told Lian after we decided on this permanently, when you were about six," Dick answered. Kaden's green eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Since. I. Was. SIX! SIX! YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING THIS FROM ME SINCE I WAS SIX!" he hollered.
"Well, to be fair, I wanted to tell you. You have no one to blame but your father for this," Dick said.
"Daaaaad," he growled. Jason crossed his right leg over his left and crossed his arms.
"If I had my way, he wouldn't have found out at all, Dick."
"What?! So you were going to keep this all from me, forever?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's mean, Dad. I would have liked to know I had three dads at some point in my life," Kaden said as he stood up and walked out of the door up to his room for some private time. He needed to process all he had heard.
Dick looked at his husband, tears in his eyes, "Did you hear that, Jay? He said, "I would have liked to know I had three dads at some point in my life." Jason looked at his husband, uncrossed his arms and legs and brought him to his chest, kissing his temple.
"Yea, I heard him. Let's call Roy."
Roy walked into the apartment, late that evening. Kaden had come home with his dads earlier in the afternoon and he was preparing dinner with them. He was cutting vegetables for the salad when he heard the door open.
"Uncle Roy?" he asked as he set the knife down and walked into the living room.
"Hey, Champ," Roy said lightly as he hung his coat up, "We okay?"
Kaden narrowed his eyes slightly then smiled, running up and hugging him tightly.
"We're definitely okay, Roy." Roy smiled and hugged him tightly.
"Hey, why don't I teach you how to use a bow next time you come to Star City, eh?" Roy said while ruffling Kaden's thick, floppy hair.
"Really?"
"Yep."
"COOL!" Kaden smiled one of his megawatt smiles up at Roy before his crinkled his eyebrows and looked down, fidgeting with his fingers as Roy made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey, Roy?"
"Yea?"
"Is it okay if...well, may I...can...can I call you Dad?" Roy stopped in his tracks and looked at him, shock written on his face. Dick and Jason both stopped what they were doing and looked at their son with the same shock. Jason put down the knife Kaden had been using. They hadn't realized Kaden would have accepted Roy this easily. Roy slowly walked over to him, crying and hugged him so tightly Kaden thought his ribs were going to crack.
"You can call me whatever you want, Kades."
Notes: Had some help with this one. It was sort of my idea, and it started out as just some random conversation, and theeeen...this happened. I regret nothing.