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The sight of Dick Grayson- golden boy extraordinaire, perpetual peacekeeper, Bruce’s favorite- actually raising his voice at the old man had been one of the most beautiful things Jason had ever witnessed. And Jason had seen a lot of beautiful things in his time. The light of a Gotham sunrise as it turned clouds into cotton candy wonders. The moments after Gotham’s first snow, when no one had yet turned the pristine beauty into so much sludge. Jason's favorite: the sight of a sleepy, content Dick blinking awake at him, tangled in Jason’s bedsheets.
But this? This was different. This was sublime enough to rival even the last of those sights.
“-don’t you dare talk to him like that,” Dick was saying, his usually calm voice crackling with an edge that made Jason’s pulse spike. “Jason doesn’t need your passive-aggressive bullshit commentary on his methods, Bruce. He gets the job done.”
Jason leaned against the Cave’s computer console, arms crossed, watching the show with what he hoped looked like casual indifference. Inside, though? Inside he was trembling with restraint, burning hotter than he thought he might ever have before, holding onto his resolve by only a very, very thin line.
And for once- for fucking once- the heat driving him wasn’t anger.
Bruce stood there in his cowl-less Batman suit, jaw tight, looking like he’d rather eat glass than continue this conversation. “Dick, you know as well as I do that Jason’s approach tonight was reckless.”
“Reckless?” Dick stepped closer to Bruce, and Jason had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound at the way Dick’s shoulders squared, ready for a fight. “Was it reckless when he stopped those kids from getting hurt instead of following your precious protocol? Was it reckless when he prevented three more deaths while you were busy calculating the optimal entry strategy?”
Fucking hell. Jason’s hands clenched into fists. He needed to get out of here before he did something stupid. Like grab Dick and kiss him senseless right in front of Bruce.
“The mission parameters were clear-” Bruce started.
“Fuck your mission parameters,” Dick snapped, and that was it. That was Jason’s breaking point.
He pushed off from the console before he did something they’d all regret. “Well, this has been fun,” he called absently to Bruce while fixing his eyes on Dick’s panting form, not bothering to hide the satisfied smirk in his voice. “Really, Bruce. Nothing like a good old-fashioned family screaming match to end the evening. Very therapeutic.”
Beside them, he could hear Bruce’s measured response: “Jason-”
“Nope.” Jason didn’t turn. “Not interested in your damage control right now, old man. Dick and I need to go. Right now.”
Grabbing Dick’s arm, Jason practically frog marched them both out of the cave and through the Manor.
Jason was so close to the front door and the freedom of going home and being able to let go that it was almost comical how hard he stopped as a sudden realization froze him with his hand on the doorknob.
They’d both come here on Jason’s bike, and if Jason had to watch Dick swing his shapely thigh over the saddle of it for the second time that night, they weren’t making it out of the driveway. Not without first giving Bruce’s security cameras and whoever else might be watching a very explicit show.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Jay, what-” Dick himself had been following so closely that he only barely managed to stop himself from face-planting against Jason’s back. Jason could hear the confusion in his voice as Jason abruptly swung around in a complete 180 while grabbing his lover’s wrist once more.
“Change of plans, pretty bird.”
Instead of leaving, they went back into the Manor, heading toward the family wing. Jason’s grip on Dick’s wrist was probably too tight, but Dick wasn’t complaining, just following with that fluid grace that made Jason want to do very ungentlemanly things to him.
“Jason, what are you- where are we going?” Dick asked as they climbed the main staircase.
“Somewhere private,” Jason growled, taking the steps two at a time.
“We could just go back to your place.”
“Not fast enough.”
“My apartment’s closer-”
“Still not fast enough.”
Dick’s questions continued, but Jason barely heard them over the blood rushing in his ears. Every step closer to privacy, every second that Dick kept following him without question, was making the tight control he’d been maintaining all evening slip further and further.
By the time they reached the family wing, Jason was practically vibrating with need. He could smell Dick’s shampoo, could feel the warmth radiating off his body, could hear the slight breathlessness that meant Dick was starting to understand exactly where this was heading.
“Jason,” Dick said, and there was a note in his voice that went straight to Jason’s cock.
“Almost there,” Jason managed through gritted teeth.
They finally, finally reached Jason’s old room- the one Bruce had insisted on keeping exactly as it was, like some kind of shrine to his failure as a father- and Jason could shove him down onto the bed and crawl between his legs with a hungry growl.
The sight of Dick sprawled across his old comforter, hair fanned out against the pillow, chest rising and falling rapidly, was almost enough to finish Jason right there.
“Oh,” Dick breathed, and Jason could see realization dawning in his eyes along with exasperation mixing with an awakening heat of Dick’s own. “This is about me yelling at Bruce.”
“It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, baby,” Jason said against his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “If I had to watch you do it for very much longer, I would have blown in my pants.”
Dick’s laugh was breathless. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m about to be a lot more than ridiculous if you don’t stop talking.”
“What if I don’t want to stop talking?” Dick’s hands found Jason’s hair, tugging just hard enough to make Jason’s vision blur around the edges. “What if I want to tell you exactly what I think about the way you’re looking at me right now?”
“Then you better talk fast,” Jason growled against his lips, “because if I don’t fuck you in the next five seconds, Dickie-bird, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode in a not-fun way. And fun as the idea of Bruce having to clean up that mess is, I’m not going to traumatize Alfred like that.”
Dick huffed out a laugh, but when Jason’s hands went to his belt, he obligingly lifted his hips so Jason could yank his pants off. The fumble for the lube in Jason’s jacket pocket was the only other warning he had before Jason was two fingers in him, knowing that Dick was still stretched enough from this morning to take them.
“Fuck,” Dick gasped, back arching off the bed.
Jason would be drawing this out if he weren’t on the verge of losing his mind, would really make his pretty bird sing for it the way he deserved. But right now Jason was the one too desperate for that, and his pretty bird never took very long to get with the program anyway. Dick really was a bit of a cockslut.
He was perfect.
“Really- really shouldn’t be rewarding you for getting all hot over me shouting at Bruce,” Dick managed between broken gasps as Jason sought out his prostate with every press of his fingers, finding it easily from months of practice.
“Do it more often and I’ll probably get used to it,” Jason breathed wickedly against his lips, and laughed when Dick smacked his shoulder for the obvious manipulation.
“I’m not going to ruin my relationship with Bruce because of your kink,” Dick panted.
“Can’t stand the thought of the person you love most thinking less of you, Goldie?”
“The person I love most is you, you bastard.”
Jason’s fingers stilled for just a moment, and he watched as Dick’s outrage at the slip faded to pure vulnerability, then to pure pleasure as Jason crooked his fingers just right to rub with purpose against that spot that had him spasming slightly.
“Good,” Jason said roughly. “Because you’re stuck with me.”
He teased for a few minutes longer, thrusting and stroking as Dick moaned and gasped and writhed, making the blood in Jason’s veins burn hotter, making the lust burn white hot as he fumbled with his own pants with his free hand until finally he was pushing in, in, in, losing himself to the tight ecstasy of Dick’s body.
He didn’t bother going slow; that would be for later, when they both weren’t so close to the edge. Instead he worked his hips hard, riding the edge of the roughness that they both loved at times like these.
“Jason,” Dick breathed, and the way he said it- like a prayer, like a curse, like everything Jason had ever wanted to hear- made something crack open in Jason’s chest.
“I’ve got you,” Jason managed, one hand fisted in Dick’s hair, the other braced against the headboard. “I’ve got you, pretty bird.”
Dick came first, thank fuck, tightening around Jason in ways so delicious that they sent his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Jason followed a heartbeat later, coming so hard he thought he blacked out for a minute.
Afterward he barely had the strength left to roll away and not crush Dick directly below him, landing by his side instead and drawing him closer with one arm.
There was silence as they both caught their breath, the only sound their gradually slowing heartbeats and the distant hum of the Manor’s heating system.
“So,” Dick said eventually, his voice still rough. “That happened.”
“Mmm.” Jason pressed his face into Dick’s neck, breathing in the scent of him. Sweat and sex and that indefinable something that was just Dick. “That happened.”
“In your childhood bedroom.”
“Yep.”
“Where Bruce could have walked in at any moment.”
“The door was locked,” Jason mumbled against his skin.
“Since when has that ever stopped him?”
Jason lifted his head to look at him. “Are you complaining?”
Dick’s smile was soft, satisfied, and completely devastating. “No. Definitely not complaining.”
“Good. Because I’m thinking about doing it again.”
“Right now?”
“Give me five minutes.”
Dick laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Jason’s bones. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, Dickie-bird.”
They lay there for a while longer, trading lazy kisses and touches, until Dick spoke again.
“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully, “maybe I could yell at him a little more often. For special occasions.”
Jason’s smile was so wide it threatened to split his face in two as he rolled back over Dick and drew him into another deep kiss.
That half-promise definitely deserved a round two.
And maybe, if Jason was very lucky, a round three.
After all, they had all night, and Dick defending him was apparently a bigger turn-on than Jason had realized. Who knew that one of the quickest ways to get him revved up was watching his boyfriend finally stand up to the man who’d raised them both?
Jason was certainly planning to find out exactly how far this particular kink could take them.