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It wasn’t Roy’s birthday. It wasn’t Jason’s, either. Technically, that was tomorrow. But when Roy woke before his lover, staring down the barrel of two days in a row with no obligations other than watching him sleep, he felt like he was the one who had been given a birthday gift.
Jason looked peaceful when he slept. Innocent. (Most of the time, anyway: there were nights Roy would shake him awake, Jason screaming and thrashing in a cold sweat, gripped in the terror of subconscious delusion or memory. Roy was no stranger to nightmares, either. Nobody in their line of work was. But those nights were fewer and farther between these days. For both of them.)
Roy smiled softly to himself, tracing the lines of Jason’s sleep-soft expression with his eyes, and then his fingers. His lips were irresistibly plush and pink. Roy desperately wanted to kiss him awake, but he held back. He wouldn’t rob his baby of sleep, especially when he knew Jason needed it. They were both bad about burning both ends of the candle- Roy admittedly more than Jason, most of the time. Whenever he would urge Jason to step back and take a break, Jason was quick to call him a hypocrite. Roy couldn’t exactly defend himself against the accusation when Jason had been woken up more than once by Roy’s 3 a.m. experiments with exploding arrows gone awry.
Roy checked his phone, ignoring all the notifications except the one from Lian. She was with Dinah for the next couple days so Roy and Jason could have some down-time while her mother was busy… robbing the Justice League, or something. (The fewer specifics he knew about what Cheshire was getting up to, the better, as far as Roy was concerned.) There was apparently a cat cafe in Star City she was excited to go to this morning. She had texted Roy photos, which were admittedly adorable, of some of the establishment’s adoptable cats. He sighed, resigning himself to the fact that Lian would probably be returning with a kitten no matter what he said, typical intractable tween fashion. He decided that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, responded with a series of what Lian lovingly (and exasperatedly) referred to as “old-man emojis,” and tossed his phone back aside.
Jason would be awake soon. Roy watched him indulgently, entranced by the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He was somewhat feline in sleep: all that powerful, graceful muscle gone lax and lazy. Roy’s very own lion dozing in the slices of late morning sun piercing through the gaps in the curtains.
As if roused by Roy’s thoughts, Jason’s nose twitched (adorably, like a kitten) and his big brown eyes flew open. Jason woke up all at once, like a switch being flipped on. It had taken Roy, who often didn’t feel fit for human interaction until he had an entire pot of coffee in him, some getting used to. The first few times they had slept together (not fucked, but really slept together, coiled in the same bed with so much emotion between them still unspoken), Roy had half-convinced himself that Jason had never really been asleep at all. He remembered the feeling like the bottom of his stomach had dropped out, wondering inanely if Jason had only been pretending, if he had been lying there waiting for Roy to leave. He knew better now. They felt safe around each other (though it had taken work to get those carefully-constructed walls down, on both their parts). But Jason would never fully shake the ineffaceable alertness that all the Bats seemed to have. It was endearing.
Jason rolled over, positioning his head against Roy’s thigh but not quite in his lap. He splayed his big, calloused hand over Roy’s thigh. Roy felt thrillingly possessed. Jason was the more clingy and affectionate of the pair in the peaceful domestic bubble of their house, even though he eschewed PDA. (Roy had always liked it. He liked to possess his partner, to claim them in other people’s eyes as special to him. Donna had rolled her eyes and chided him when they were kids, snapping that Roy wasn’t some dog and she wasn’t a fire hydrant to be peed on.) Roy loved when Jason clung to him in bed. It made him feel powerful, important.
“Good morning,” Roy smiled, raking his fingers through Jason’s mess of bedhead.
“What are we doing today?” Jason asked. He pressed a kiss into Roy’s thigh.
“Up and at ‘em, I see?” Roy laughed, scraping his nails over Jason’s scalp, pleased to feel the other man’s hitched breath and slight shiver. Jason shied away from overtly asking for attention, especially physical (except for the times Roy fucked him out of his usual compunction and had Jason outright begging for Roy to touch him, which Roy, of course, loved.)
“‘M just wonderin’,” Jason said, voice still thick with sleep, “‘cause we don’t usually have so much time off like this.” He cleared his throat, sitting up.
“Well, you’re the almost-birthday boy. What did you want to do?”
“Was hoping you’d make love to me,” he teased, chasing Roy’s lips with a chaste kiss.
“Mm,” Roy smirked into Jason’s mouth. “Did you want to wait until tomorrow for that, Jaybird?” If the teasing lilt in his voice wasn’t enough of a suggestion, he gripped Jason’s ass for emphasis.
“I guess I’ll let you get me off now,” Jason laughed, splaying his knees out wider to allow Roy unfettered access to his body. Roy took the offered liberty to reposition himself over Jason, enjoying the press of their bodies flush against each other while they lazily made out.
Roy’s hands wandered, rucking up the thin fabric of Jason’s sleep shirt to trace his fingers over the defined planes of his abdomen, delighted as he felt the muscles twitch and jump. Roy felt the hitch in Jason’s breath through their kiss when he snaked one hand steadily upward to grope Jason’s pecs. He had beautiful, breathtaking tits. With that on his mind, Roy made quick work of getting Jason’s shirt off. He needed to get his hands on Jason’s nipples. He flicked and pinched them, watching them harden and darken under his ministrations. Jason whined and bucked his hips into Roy’s, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Roy as both their erections brushed. But Roy didn’t needily grind his hips down into Jason’s- unlike his baby, Roy was a patient man, and he wanted Jason begging and whimpering before he sought his own pleasure.
Jason was easy, but Roy wasn’t one to pretend that he was unaffected.
“Jay, baby, you get me so fucking hard.” Roy led Jason’s hand to his cock, inviting Jason to palm him through the fabric. He was only wearing thin tartan sweatpants, and the tent was obscene, cock already threatening to leak through the fabric. “Feel how hard my cock is for you, baby?”
“Mhmm, so hard,” Jason breathed, mouth meeting his lover’s in another deep kiss. Roy slept shirtless, and the chilly morning air (combined with the potent arousal) had hardened his nipples and raised gooseflesh on his arms. Jason was transfixed by Roy’s upper body. Not without reason- even setting aside his bravado, Roy knew a lifetime of archery-based vigilantism had worked miracles on his upper body. He knew he had a good physique. His quads and ass had nothing on Jason (and man, he could suffocate buried in that ass and die a happy man), but in the bicep or deltoid department? Roy knew what he looked like. Jason knew too, as evidenced by the eager, sloppy kisses he trailed over Roy’s shoulders and arms, wet and open-mouthed. Often, when Roy fucked him missionary, Jason would sink his teeth into Roy’s shoulder or bicep to muffle his slutty moans. He would always be slightly abashed at the marks, afterward, but Roy loved it. Maybe it was self-absorbed, but the knowledge he made Jason lose himself in the throes of pleasure enough to leave a mark, to almost wound him, really turned him on.
He liked to give a little twinge of pain as much as receive it, though. He led Jason’s mouth away from his left shoulder and the devastating hickey being left there to claim Jason’s plump lips once again. Roy caught Jason's lower lip between his teeth and bit it, just hard enough for Jason to inhale sharply.
Jason opened his mouth, inviting Roy’s tongue to probe inside. Distantly, he registered that their breathing had become labored. He cupped and squeezed Roy’s dick through the sweatpants as Roy sucked on his tongue, moaning from the twin sensations.
Roy broke the kiss with some effort. “Let me get your pants off,” he insisted, fingers already pulling at the fabric around Jason’s Adonis belt. “I wanna suck you.”
Jason whimpered and lifted his hips. Roy, a man of his word, made quick work of ridding Jason of his pants. For the effort he was greeted with Jason’s enormous cock. His baby was so easy to rile up, already hard and leaking from just making out and dry humping.
“You have the prettiest dick, Jaybird,” Roy murmured lovingly. “Makes my mouth water.” Roy was an honest man, and genuine in his assessment: Jason’s cock was the best he had ever been blessed enough to lay his eyes on. It was huge; he had such an aesthetically pleasing dick, not only long and thick but also veiny. Right now, it was flushed red with arousal and beading viscous precome at the tip. The best thing about Jason’s dick was watching it bob and twitch uselessly as Roy fucked him. The second best was having it in his mouth.
Roy barely had Jason’s cock in his mouth for a few moments and it was apparent Jason was already a wreck. He had an arm thrown over his face, slick pink mouth open and gasping. The way he writhed, Roy knew he was already on the precipice of orgasm.
He took it upon himself to push him over that cliff.
“You already gonna cum for me, sweet thing?” He spat into his hand, jerking Jason’s dick while he talked dirty. Slow, teasing strokes.
“Whaddaya want, baby? I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want. But you gotta ask me nice.” Roy’s mouth ventured lower and he sucked on Jason's balls.
“Fuck, Roy, make me cum,” Jason panted. His face was scrunched up, eyes closed in pleasure, and Roy bit back a moan.
Roy toyed with the idea of making Jason beg for it, saying something like “no, baby, I said ask nicely” but, well, it was Jason’s birthday, after all. And still frist thing in the morning. Maybe Roy could exhibit a little magnanimity. Roy pulled off just long enough to encourage him one more time, quick and dirty. “Do it, cum for me,” he demanded, and took Jason’s cock as far as he could. Roy could feel it hitting the back of his throat, could feel Jason twitching in his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down. He pulled off slightly to allow his tongue more room to operate; he focused on the head, swirling his tongue around it and then probing Jason’s frenulum.
“I’m gonna- Roy- fuck,” Jason moaned. Roy realized Jason’s hand had been tangled in his hair for who knew how long. Then the familiar sensation of warm-thick-salty ejaculate was filling his mouth. Jason tensed and flexed as he came; Roy sucked him through it, swallowing around his twitching member and not pulling off until Jason was trembling and nearing overstimulation territory. (Which was territory the pair had traversed many times, but Roy held back. Not yet. He had plenty more plans for his baby today.)
“My pretty Jaybird,” Roy praised, “I love how sensitive you are for me.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking lasciviously. “And you taste so good. Wanna taste?”
Jason’s pupils were blown wide. He nodded. Roy kissed him deep and filthy, running his hands over the shivery gooseflesh of Jason’s skin. Jason moaned into his mouth. They kissed lazily but hungrily for some time. Roy could feel Jason’s wet cock beginning to harden again between their bodies. Roy was still hard enough to cut diamonds, of course, but he was a patient man. He liked to savor the build-up to his release, tease himself and his partner, draw it out. He and Jason were opposites, that way. Jason had always been a relatively quick shot, but he had a shockingly short refractory period. Roy would usually get Jason off a couple times when they made love, and Roy had great stamina (which he was rather proud of), but once he was done, he was really done. The first time they’d fucked, Roy had barely wrapped his lips around Jason’s dick before he was shooting cum all over Roy’s face. Jason had been embarrassed. Roy thought it was hot as fuck. Roy thought they balanced each other perfectly. They were seamless partners, in every sense of the word. They had each other’s backs in the field, at the gym, navigating the messy crosshairs of their respective families and the cape community- of course they would complement each other sexually.
“Fuck, I love you,” Roy breathed.
“I love you,” Jason replied. “Now get your dick out.”
Roy laughed, acquiescing with ease. The tent of his pajama pants was bordering on ostentatious. When he stripped, the slap of his cock against his stomach was almost comical.
“Here, sit in my lap,” Roy beckoned, repositioning himself with his back against the headboard to allow Jason to straddle him.
Jason let out a series of shivery panting breaths. He clutched at Roy’s shoulders and arms, ran his hands down Roy’s chest all the way down to fondle his cock.
“I can’t take you inside me right now,” Jason said somewhat glumly, eliding the obvious fact that he hadn’t so much as had a cup of coffee, let alone done any prep. “But we can later.”
“Of course, Jaybird,” Roy obliged. “Anything you want.”
Roy wrapped a hand around Jason’s cock, which was already almost back at full mast.
“How about, I stroke us both off, lick the cum off you, and then go make us breakfast?”
Jason’s whole body shuddered as he nodded enthusiastically. “And then later…” he trailed off, sounding almost shy.
Roy leered, swiping his thumb roughly over the head of Jason’s now rock-hard, weeping cock. “Later? What is it you want later, baby? Like I said, I’ll give you anything you want, but you gotta ask me nice.” He twisted his hand on the upstroke, the combined precome from both of them slicking his way. Jason’s dick twitched in his hand. The pressing of their slick members together had Roy riled up, and, unlike Jason, he hadn’t yet cum. For all his teasing, he was right on the edge.
“Later… will you take my ass? I wanna feel you, want you to be inside me tonight,” Jason warbled.
He was a little more anatomical than Roy- would say things like “your penis is so big” and ask Roy to “penetrate him”- and he also tended to have an adorable Victorian streak that made Roy’s cock throb. Not that Jason was prudish- a little shier than Roy, but that wasn’t a high bar to clear, as the archer had been told he could benefit from a little shame. No, Jason was almost anachronistically romantic. He was the kind of guy to get a person red roses, and not just on Valentine’s day. Their sex was probably more tender than people might assume for two vigilantes with so much blood on their hands.
“Of course, baby,” Roy panted, tightening his grip around both of them as he jacked them off. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow, real thoroughly, til you’re crying,” he promised.
There was no more arousing sight in the world than Jason, uninhibited with his lubed ass in the air and face pressed deep in a pillow, imploring Roy to “please, take me.”
And take him Roy would. He would take, and take, and take, but he hoped he gave just as good. He would do anything for his Jaybird. A possessive thrill shot through him at the memory of all the times he had shot cum deep inside his lover, bitten down on his shoulder as he did so, claimed him in the most intimate of physical ways. He couldn’t wait to paint Jason’s insides later, watch his cum leak out of Jason’s well-loved hole. For now, though, he was more than content to paint them both with their shared release. (Jason would say he has a cum kink; Roy would argue that cum was the natural result of good sex, so who didn’t have a cum kink?)
“Roy, I’m so close. I’m gonna cum, Roy, Roy, Roy,” he babbled. Roy took that as an invitation to capture Jason’s mouth in a searing, obscene kiss. He knew Jason loved it when he kissed him through his orgasm. (Roy, for the record, loved it too- perhaps the only thing that surpassed it was talking Jason through it while he simultaneously played with his cock and nailed his prostate just right, getting to watch Jason’s balls draw up tight and his eyes roll in the back of his head as he covered both of their stomachs in his spend. Not to mention the feeling of his tight ass clenching down on Roy’s cock while he came… Roy filed the memory-turned-fantasy away for later, choosing to focus on the present.)
Jason was moaning wantonly into his mouth, so far gone on pleasure that it was in fact less of a kiss and more just sharing breath. They panted into each other’s mouths, kissing deep and filthy, as Roy stroked Jason over the edge into his second orgasm of the day. Jason wailed as Roy felt rivulets of hot cum spilling over his hand and cock. He slicked his hand up with the cum and tightened his grip around his own cock, jerking with brutal efficiency until he followed Jason’s lead and spilled over his hand and Jason’s now-softening cock.
Jason’s skin was warm to the touch and covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Roy sucked their combined spend from his own fingers, ignoring Jason’s outraged noise of protest. Tonight, he would so thoroughly fuck Jason free of his inhibitions that the only sound he would be able to make would be Roy’s name.
He peppered kisses along the side of Jason’s neck and jaw as Jason caught his breath, face muffled in the crook of Roy's neck. Wordlessly, and with the easy tandem motions of two men who were not only lovers, but partners, they rearranged their bodies again to lie down, Roy spooning Jason.
For as much as Roy ran his mouth during sex, he didn’t talk much after. Instead he got quiet like the cat that ate the canary, which was plenty fine with Jason, who got overwhelmingly sleepy and tended to retreat into himself in a dreamlike haze on the precipice of consciousness. Roy liked to touch him a lot, though- all the time, really, but especially after sex. Jason loved the warm, reassuring weight of him. His musk. His big, calloused hand absentmindedly stroking Jason’s abdomen as he curled around him, pulling him close. Jason loved their sex, but he loved this more: the boneless, syrupy glow, the miles of Roy’s sweat-damp skin, his soft cock nestled against the cleft of Jason’s ass. He felt so physically present after Roy hollowed him out. The steady beating of his heart a calming tattoo.
“We need to shower eventually,” Jason said after several moments.
Roy heaved a dramatic sigh. “As much as I hate to leave you… I did promise breakfast.”
Jason laughed. “Probably more like brunch, now.”
“We could shower together… just make it lunch,” Roy suggested devilishly. Jason rolled over to kiss him, laughing.
Well, who could argue with that?