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“J-Jay? Do-do you th-think Al w-woul-d get us n-next t-time?”
Between the cold and the way the bus rattles over potholes, Dick Grayson’s teeth were chattering so hard it seemed a miracle they didn’t pop right out of his head. With his coat’s collar buttoned up as high as it would go and his thick scarf wrapped around his head and neck, his eyes were the only part of his face that could be clearly seen, peering up at Jason across their foot of height difference.
”Shuddup, squirt,” Jason said roughly, giving the younger boy a gentle pat on the shoulder that nearly sent him tumbling. “Taking the bus is good for you. Reminds you that you’re a man of the people.”
Dick wrapped both hands around the bus pole. “It would be easier to remember if my brain wasn’t thinking god it’s cold on a continuous loop.”
jason snorted. Truth be told, the brat was right; it was so cold it was hard to remember their stop, much less any additional lessons. Thanks to his last growth spurt, Jason was twice as big as Dick and wrapped in a thick leather jacket, and yet the air in the bus still felt glacial, blasting through the open windows like it had blown directly off the harbor into the bus. Dick, having been dropped off that morning directly from the cozy Bentley by Alfred, was wearing a coat more designed for fashion than weather over his little uniform slacks and nothing else.
But then, the only lesson Jason was actually interested in teaching was a little humility to Bruce’s newest obsession, and the cold was working perfectly for that.
The bus hit another pothole, and Dick was nearly knocked off his feet, lurching into Jason’s side.
”S’rry,” he mumbled, little hands gripping Jason’s leather jacket carelessly as he righted himself. Jason just barely managed to stand still, gritting his teeth as the pipsqueak probably scratched the leather.
Some of his annoyance must have bled through, because Dick sent him a guilty, almost nervous glance.
”Sorry,” he said again, eyes flickering between Jason’s face and his jacket.
Fucking brat. Of course he wasn’t going to let anyone even think about being mad at him without forcing them to offer forgiveness.
”No problem.”
The bus slowed, approaching one of the main transfer stations, where a veritable hoard of people were waiting to board. Jason gave the already crowded bus a glance. It was honestly amazing that there was a bus line that went from Gotham Academy all the way to Bristol, but it had to cross the entire city to do it. By the time Dick was done with gymnastics, it was nearly rush hour. This was going to be a tight squeeze.
Up and down the bus, people were standing and shuffling to the doors. Jason spotted a window seat open up in the second to last row of the bus; with a quick side step, he slid into it seconds before the doors opened and the crush began.
Dick wasn’t so lucky; from the comfort of his seat, Jason watched with amusement as the much smaller boy was volleyed back and forth by the crowd. No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to get a solid grip on any of the poles, and he was still just too short to comfortably hold on to the straps hanging from the top rail; when the bus began moving again, a new blast of cold streaming in from every corner, Dick was nearly flung off his feet, the sheer press of bodies around him the only thing keeping him upright.
From across the aisle, his big, sad, puppy dog eyes, the eyes that had so easily seduced a softhearted alpha with too many kids already across a crowded circus tent, met Jason’s, panic and a plea for help clear in them.
An idea sprouted in Jason’s mind.
At the next traffic light, he stood, his jostling barely getting a twitch from the sleeping beta next to him, and reached into the aisle. With one hand, he plucked Dick up by the back of his shirt, lifting him over the beta and plopping himself down into the seat, Dick perfectly settled in his lap.
"Jason!"
The sound was more of a squeak than a real protest, and Dick immediately flung his arms around Jason's neck as the bus took off again, holding on for dear life to keep from slamming into the seat in front of them.
The little brat’s face, Jason was pleased to see, had turned a bright, fiery red. Regardless of size, he was way too old to be sitting on his big brother’s lap like an infant on a plane. Luckily, he was small for his age, and with him sideways on Jason’s laps facing the window, he probably looked even younger than he was. The beta next to them had awoken briefly in the shuffle; she eyed them with something soft in her eyes before returning to her nap.
“Jason,” Dick hissed, sounding whiny and pathetic. He squirmed as the bus began moving again.
”Shut it, kid. We’ve only got one seat. Unless you want me to sit on you?”
Dick grimaced, but shook his head, glancing up pitifully through his bangs. Damn spoiled brat probably wanted Jason to offer to stand, but that wasn’t going to happen.
For a stop, they sat in silence.
”Can you stop wiggling?” Jason whispered, a Dick jerked forward with the bus’ momentum again. He hissed as Dick’s hold went too tight around his neck, small, freezing fingers pocking at the sensitive skin at the back of his neck. "Get your hands off of me, are you a corpse?"
"I can't!" Dick protested, his entire body catching air as the bus came to another abrupt stop. His arms went even tighter, his hands digging into Jason's neck and stealing all his body heat.
"Fucker," Jason swore as a shiver ran up his spine. Without much thought, he wrapped his arms around Dick's thin body, pressed his own freezing hands together, and jammed them between the boy's thighs. "There, you happy? Now you have a seat belt."
Dick squeaked. His hands left Jason's neck, migrating to tug at his wrists.
"Jason, get off," Dick hissed, sounding scandalized. "Let me go."
"You don't want to get banged around," Jason countered smugly, enjoying the blush that was swiftly spreading across his little brother's face. "I don't want a cold neck. And now my hands are all nice and toasty too."
They were, was the thing. Dick seemed to radiate heat from his crotch, his thighs soft and sweet under his school slacks.
The bus jerked to another stop. Dick's hands flew to his mouth, but not before Jason heard the low moan, right in his ear.
"....so that's how it is," Jason said, raising an eyebrow.
Just as he'd promised, his arms kept the smaller boy secure, with just a small amount of jostling. Pretty much all of that movement was concentrated on Dick's hips, which slid, no, rocked, directly against the side of Jason's hands.
Specifically, the apex point between his legs, which Jason got to feel first hand was small, hot, and wet beneath the fabric.
“Holy shit, Dickie,” Jason breathed in fascination. “Are you seriously getting turned on right now?”
Dick didn’t answer, his palms pressed too firmly over his own mouth to make a sound. Suddenly, Jason felt breathless with curiosity. He’d made out with some omegas before, but none of them had let him touch under their clothes yet. He’d watched plenty of porn though, and Bruce had required them all to go through what he said was a thorough sexual education class…
Jason made sure that his little brother was firmly facing the window, their bodies pressed tightly together by his arm around Dick's waist, and slipped his hand up under the hem of Dick's t-shirt, and down under the belt of Dick's pants.
"Jason!" Dick hissed, his voice high-pitched and squeaky. His small hand clamped down on Jason's wrist.
"What kind of big brother would I be if I left you blue balled?" Jason said, so low that no one would be able to hear without his mouth inches from their ear. "Unless you want me to dump you back in the aisle, let the rest of the bus see what Bruce Wayne's new omega looks like with his pants down."
Dick flinched, a faint scent of fear managing to slip past his blockers. Slowly, the hand around Jason's wrist loosened its hold, before retracting completely, its owners shoulders shaking faintly as it curled around the bars of the seat in front of them.
Jason rolled his eyes. The brat was such a brown-noser, it seemed like the only thing he cared about was sucking up to Bruce. Was he seriously this much of a pussy?
Half certain the kid was going to break and start crying or running or throw a punch, Jason continued his investigation. Smooth, soft skin over taut stomach muscles...the plush padding of his little mound and the little pockets of fat protecting his clit…the thin lips of a neat, tight little pussy, feeling so much tinier than he’d seen in videos, barely enough skin to pull on...
He tried anyway. Dick let out a small, sad, pained sound.
Jason suppressed a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold as Dick turned to look at him, his gaze embarrassed, aroused, and humiliated. That little angelic face, blotchy and flushed, his eyes watery and red rimmed as they glared up at Jason. He was just so small.
With his palm grinding circles against the boy’s mound, Jason dipped two fingers into that dripping hole.
Dick jerked, his knuckles going white around the seat railing. His eyes fluttered shut as a tiny, muffled moan slipped out of his mouth, the sound so slutty and appealing the brat had to be doing it all on purpose.
”You’re so warm in here,” Jason whispered, impressed in spite of himself. “Is this how you got Bruce all wrapped around your fingers? You give him a taste of what he’s been missing with all these alphas in the house?”
Dick’s eyes snapped open, his expression so outraged and betrayed Jason’s cock throbbed in his pants. The little omega’s hand slipped from his mouth, plush lips parted for some undoubtably scathing comment, but then the bus took another sharp corner.
Dick’s entire body jolted forward, Jason’s fingers diving deeper into that warm cunt without needing to move at all. Jason had just enough warning to slap a hand over Dick’s mouth, turning the boy’s head into his shoulder to muffle a sexy, lusty wail as Dick’s warm walls spasmed and fluttered around Jason’s hand.
”Holy shit,” Jason breathed, wiggling his fingers. Dick choked on another cry, his face buried in Jason’s neck, hands clenched around Jason’s collar. “I can’t believe you came, just from that. Did Bruce train you up this good?”
Dick leaned back, his face ablaze with furious anguish. “Bruce would never,” he snarled. “Stop being such an asshole, Jason. You’re just mean and petty and jealous.”
Jason‘s hands tried to curl into fists. With his fingers still deep inside his little brother, all he did was scratch at Dick’s walls, eliciting into a sweet little flinch.
”If Bruce would never,” Jason began slowly, his voice in as low an alpha growl as he could manage, “I guess that means you learned all this on your own, huh? What’s Bruce going to say when he realizes his omega has been running around, spreading his legs do any alpha who asks.”
That same fire, but now there was a hint of desperation. “I do not—“
”Oh, so this is all natural?” Jason sneered. “You haven’t even had a real heat yet. Think Bruce is going to want you when he sees how pathetically you beg for it? Maybe we’ll have to lock you up, chain you to the bed if you’re already this kind of sexual deviant.”
A helpless kind of fear was rising in little Dick’s eyes, but before he could respond, the bus system announced their stop. Jason pulled his fingers free, Dick letting out the cutest gasp, wiping the juices off on the inside of Dick’s pants before slipping his hand from beneath Dick’s clothes. Together, they shuffled out of their seat and into the much less crowded aisle, Jason offering a steadying hand as Dick’s legs seemed to wobble for the first step. Dick shot an impressively lethal glare over his shoulder, shrugging off Jason’s hand and moving close enough to the door to be out of reach.
Jason kept his expression blank before realizing there really was no point, and allowing a smug, satisfied smile to spread across his face. It grew wider as he tried to etch every line of Dick’s pathetic, furious expression into his mind, a heat curling in his gut. Their omega looked good with that kind of hopelessness on his face. What other expressions could he get his new little brother to make?
Maybe, he thought as the doors opened and they began the trek home, it wouldn’t be so bad having an omega in the house.