I fell asleep writing…
I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something…
I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something…
This piece of art inspired me… and the inspiration would not leave me alone. So, yeah. Here’s this little thing. O
mg this is the first time I’ve ever done this for someone else’s art! What is the etiquette for such things!? asodfjadsf
There was a gorgeous plate of somewhat fancy food in front of Dick that looked delicious, not that he could focus on enjoying it since there was a young and very sullen boy across from him. Damian was glaring like Dick had just kicked his kitten then thrown it into traffic. The boy had been extra surly these last couple of weeks and it was getting really hard for Dick to ignore, he was starting to even dream that Damian was glaring at him. Dick sighed and put his fork down with a clatter.
“Is there, something you want to talk about? I don’t know what I’ve done to piss you off so, but I promise I’ll never do it again” Dick’s voice came out a little exasperated as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms; giving the grumpy and glaring boy his complete attention. Damian seemed a little put off, or maybe something else… but went right back to being angry; a scowl seemingly a new permanent fixture.
“Why would I want to talk to you? About anything? AT ALL!?” The youth’s voice gradually raised in pitch as he spoke until he was in an all-out yell. Dick cut in trying to sooth the younger, extremely angry, boy “Calm down, Dami… what’s wrong? Just tell me and I’m sure whatever it is…”
Damian stood and slammed his palms down on the table; silverware and glasses clattering in the shockwave’s wake. “I’m finished. May I be excused” He obviously wasn’t very interested in whether or not he was excused, because he abruptly turned and stormed off.
Dick let out a long, low whistle and let his head fall back against the wood of the chair, narrowing his eyes “Alf, this one’s broken we should return it.” he looked to the family’s long-time servant and his father-figure for advice and maybe a little pity. The old man’s eyes who’d seen more than probably even Batman, crinkled into a kind smile,
“I’m afraid we misplaced the warranty, Sir”
“YOU misplaced something, Alf?” Dick teased lightly, once again picking at his dinner.
“I’m still good for a few things, Sir” Alfred joked as he began clearing Damian’s dishes away, before he entered the kitchen he added more seriously
“Sir, If I may, perhaps Young Master is upset about your leaving”
Dick blinked, as if he himself had actually forgotten. “Oh… that is coming up, huh?” he asked it as a question but he didn’t really need it answered; he already knew. He’d known it was coming. Part of him had been looking forward to it; looking forward to getting back to himself. Not that he didn’t like working with Damian… sure he was a complete brat but he was a good partner and a good kid deep down. Dick rubbed a recent bruise on his ribs; at least when he wasn’t totally pissed at him. Then there was that other part…
“Will that be all, Sir?”
“Hm?” Dick looked at Alfred and realized he had been lost in his thoughts, not even hearing Alfred coming back; though the man was known to be rather sneaky. “Oh. Yeah… I’m fine.”
Alfred gave a slight nod and left him to his thoughts.
Dick parked the batmobile and killed the engine. It was two days before he was to leave, and he was trying his best to fix whatever was broken but Damian wasn’t making it easy at all “Look, since we’re here, Dami… you wanna talk or somethin?”
Dick grunted as Damian didn’t waste any time putting as much space between them as possible; an entire room’s worth of space. The reaction wasn’t too unexpected, it was the same response he’d been getting for a week now.
“Ok, me either…yeah. I’ve got… important Batstuff to do” Dick mumbled to himself snarkily as he exited the vehicle; pulling the cowl from his head. Damian was already folding his Robin suit neatly, dressed in sweats and a plain white shirt that was two times his size.
“Look, Dami… I wish you’d tell me what was bothering you. I mean, I’m leaving soon and I don’t want to leave while you’re still upset. Are you upset because I’m leaving? I mean… I’ll still come visit and stuff…” Dick fumbled around his words and for the first time that night, that wasn’t for work purposes, Damian looked up at him. He might have been trying to look angry but all Dick could see was hurt and it made the man’s stomach twist painfully. “W-what’s…” Dick began but Damian was having none of it and turned his back and made his way up the steps to the house.
Dick sank into the big, swivel office chair in front of the computer console and let his head fall into his hands. It was even worse when the kid didn’t yell and curse at him in six different languages… when he said nothing at all it just reminded him how small Damian really was.
Dick stood by the door, bags packed and ready by the door. As much as he’d tried he hadn’t gotten Damian to speak more than a few words to him and two of those words were “fuck off”. Now he stared at the boy on the couch, still ignoring him, with music being pumped into his ears; drowning out the world. Anger crept into Dick’s brain. There was an instant where he almost turned and left without saying goodbye, because damn if the boy wasn’t the one being difficult. He was the one trying so hard… but he cut off those thoughts, reminded himself again that Damian was only a child as he stomped over to the couch; yanking out the offending ear buds.
“GRAYSON, WHAT THE HELL”
“Oh, well at least that’s more words than you’ve spoken to me all week” Dick huffed, crossing his arms “I’m leaving, Dami. I’m packed, this is happening… TALK TO ME”
“I WON’T” Damian shouted, jumping to his feet
“WHY NOT?! At least tell me that much!” Dick threw his arms in the air; now weary with the circle they had been arguing.
“BECAUSE I DON’T SPEAK TO L-LIARS!” Damian’s voice cracked at that last bit. Dick heard it and Damian knew he heard it.
“Damian… what are-”
“You’re a liar, Grayson!” Damian had his head down now. The boy that had been fiercely glaring at Dick for a week straight was now finding the floor very interesting. Then Dick heard it, heard the choked sob, heard him trying so hard to keep it silent. Damian had tears freely falling now; he couldn’t stop them. The walls he had spent a week building, hell maybe even years, were crumbling and he couldn’t stop it.
“You s-said we would be Batman and R-robin. That’s what you said. Well, what now?” The boy furiously wiped at the tears on his face. “Now, you’re Nightwing and I’m Robin… and…” There was a pause here where Damian’s voice cracked and he couldn’t continue his sentence; a wet sniffle and then “and that’s NOT what you said! YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR!” Damian stood there with his fists clenched, lost in a torrent of emotions he didn’t know how to handle.
“Oh god, Dami…” Dick sat on the couch and drew the boy down into a hug; face held to his chest, letting the tears soak there and trying not to cry himself. The older man was ready for the boy to push him away, to lash out at him like a cornered animal, but he didn’t. He let himself be hugged, he was far beyond fighting now.
“Dami… I’m…” Dick paused, becoming a sobbing mess was not what he wanted to do right now “It’s not up to me. If I could be Batman and Robin with you forever, I would. I swear”
“You can!” Damian sniffed into his shirt, reminding Dick that Damian was only ten years old, no matter how much training he had or how old he comes off as… he was only ten. Dick sat there holding the boy, feeling like his namesake more than ever for not realizing that this was what was bothering the boy all this time. That the boy wasn’t only upset he was leaving, that he felt betrayed.
“I can’t… but, I’ll always treasure this time with you, Dami” clearing of the throat to mask the thickness in his voice “You’ve become like a real brother to me…“ That was it, Dick thought to himself. Good kid, good partner, good brother.
Dick sniffed discretely, “and I wouldn’t change any of that for the world. I’ll visit a lot… and hey, you can come stay over sometime or somethin” Dick smiled sadly, hugging the boy close until his sobs subsided; signaling the boy who never cried had cried himself to sleep and the man that had betrayed him could slip away unnoticed.
…AKA IT’S 1:20AM and I thought it was a good idea to post this at the time!
[I’ve been sitting on this for a month now (more?). I kept thinking that I’d find that one thing that would make it perfect for me… but the longer I sat on it the more I nitpicked at EVERYTHING (srsly, it got so bad I was nitpicking on the way the paragraphs looked…) and started playing mad plastic surgeon with the thing in my spare time. So, I decided I’d best post it while the thing still is what it started out as… so… yeah. I dunno.]
EDIT: After re-reading this a (year or so later? more? i can’t be bothered to check) I hate it. I hate it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
It was a quiet night. One of those nights where Jason and Roy weren’t pushing each other’s buttons or fighting just to make up. They were just existing together in the same space and Jason had to admit he was warming to it; Not that he’d ever tell the other man that. He sat at the small kitchen table that he shared with Roy and lit a cigarette as he leaned back in one of the old, beat up chairs that threatened to fall apart at any moment… that he also shared with Roy. Shared with. He never thought “theirs” or “ours” because those words were scary; they held more weight in Jason’s mind than just simply “sharing” something with someone. You could “share” germs and no one labeled that as some special act. Jason frowned as he exhaled smoke and watched the thin cloud hang in the air before he turned his attention from his thoughts to the redhead across the room. The man was busying himself in their connected kitchen doing some witchcraft he called cooking, which Jason wasn’t allowed to help with anymore, not after the whole almost-baking-the-cat fiasco. He had strict instructions not to touch the oven without proper supervision.
Roy was furiously mixing at something in a bowl, he had flour on his face and apron and he looked absolutely gorgeous. The kind of thing someone liked to come home to… not that Jason would ever freely admit that; to himself or Roy. Roy wiped a hand across his forehead, streaking more flour in it’s wake. “You should take the garbage out to the dumpster” Roy called over his shoulder as he rummaged around noisily in the cabinets, presumably looking for something specific. Jason grunted in reply. He hated taking the trash out and the view of Roy’s ass right now was more important to him than the garbage ever would be. “I dun wanna” Jason stubbed out his cigarette and crossed his arms. Roy turned toward him with his hands on his hips, leaving two perfect floury hand prints for Jason’s imagination to pervert as he wished.
”Ok, fine. You finish these cookies and I’ll take the garbage out” Roy gave him a half-smile that lit up his eyes; Jason couldn’t help but think he looked radiant when he actually smiled.
”Hey, I don’t have any problem doing that- that cooking thing…” Jason made a vague hand motion toward the kitchen “-you just won’t let me”
”Well, I kind of like having a roof over my head” Roy chuckled as he started spooning chunky piles of goo onto a flat pan, finally located. The younger man rolled his eyes and glared at the floor, mumbling, “It was only a small fire”
Roy smirked “Oh, well as long it was a small fire…” he paused to dust himself off a bit, and Jason was sort of sad to see those hand prints disappear. Roy sighed “I’ll give you a cookie if you take the garbage out”
Jason seemed to perk up at the mention of a reward, even a cookie, then seemed to think better of it and narrowed his eyes accusingly, “Are those oatmeal raisin cookies?” Roy snirked and a burst of laughter escaped him; the sound warmed Jason’s insides or maybe just gave him heartburn… he wasn’t sure which , “No” Roy chuckled, calming himself ”They’re chocolate chip” Jason kept his eyes narrowed as if it were all some evil ploy to get him to do a chore and consume a healthy snack. The older man rolled his eyes and raised his hands, “No raisins, no oatmeal. Nothing healthy anywhere… I promise”
Jason stared at the flour-covered ginger and seemed to forget about the cookies altogether; a devious smirk creeping its way onto his features, “Say please”
Roy opened his mouth, but Jason put a finger up; interrupting him before he could speak “and let’s make it nice, yeah?” before sitting back and crossing his arms with a rather smug look on his face.
The redhead’s eyebrow raised along with the corner of his mouth “Pleeease, will you take out the trash? I don’t know how I’d ever get that big ol’ trash bag out by myself” Roy mocked, rolling his eyes.
Jason cocked an eyebrow “Hm. The goal here is to get me to want to take the trash out, Harper. For an archer you have bad aim” the apartment’s floorboards creaked as Jason walked toward the trash can.
”Oh, Mr. Todd~ You’re so amazing. What would I do without you, Mr. Todd?” Roy proceeded.
”I am pretty amazing” Jason mumbled as he fought to remove and replace the current trash bag. “Feel free to continue”
Roy shook his head as he slid the cookie pan into the oven and went about tidying up his pretty much destroyed cooking space; flour dusting the surface of everything that had been foolish enough to be on the bar during cookie time. The older man jumped as two arms encircled his waist pulling him against a hard, warm body.
”Where were we? Oh yeah, you were telling me how amazing I am” Jason teased into Roy’s ear. ”Hmm, was I? I forget” Roy goaded playfully, reaching a hand around to run fingers through the back of Jason’s hair.
Jason laid his chin in the crook of Roy’s shoulder. ”Oh, I remember very clearly” Jason placed a small kiss on Roy’s shoulder. Roy hummed, “… did you take the trash out?”
“YES, I took the trash out” Jason buried his face into Roy’s neck and just rested there; breathing him in.Jason wished he could bottle the smell.
“Did you actually take it out, or did you just toss it out our living room window and aim for the dumpster in the alley?” Roy smirked, giving Jason a sidelong glance, fingers still weaving through black silken strands.
Jason was silent for a moment “Well… it is OUT”
Roy laughed; a deep, genuine laugh and Jason was almost certain this time that the feeling that accompanied it was warmth.
“Ok, I suppose you earned a cookie… maybe even two” Roy turned in Jason’s arms and wrapped his arms around his neck, placing a kiss softly on his lips before laying his head on his shoulder.
They stood there like that; in their bare feet, in the middle of the small kitchen they shared… just existing.
Jason loved nights like this; but he’d never tell Roy.
[I came up with this at like… 2am while i couldn’t sleep. I don’t even know ok?]
Jason cut his eyes to the redhead at the right, who fidgeted under his gaze, then the glare was fixed on the acrobat across from him. His lips formed a tight line and if possible his glare increased, eyebrow raised slightly, before he finally spoke.
“That… is bullshit” Jason said with some finality, leaning forward on the table a bit, causing it to creak in protest.
Dick sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as if in deep thought “Well. If you’re…”
“I am” Jason interrupted; leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. A king giving his final order.
Roy fidgeted in his chair and bit at his bottom lip, the man stared at Jason briefly before glancing back down to his hand. Jason could see him out of the corner of his eye, see his tongue darting out to moisten his too dry lips. He could see his eyes wander… elsewhere. The younger man turned his attention to the matter at hand, he was more sure now than ever. “So much bullshit I can smell it”
“Well then” Dick leaned back, mirroring Jason’s posture and smirked. “I believe this is where you decide”
Jason grunted and reached out, hesitating only slightly, before turning over the thin piece of cardboard with a soft flick.
“HOLY FUCK! You are such a fucking LIAR” Jason shouted with something that, if he were anyone else, a sound that could be mistaken for laughter at the edge of his voice.
“Hmm, such dirty talk. Are you trying to insult me or turn me on?” Dick teased as he took a swig from his beer.
“Yeah, let me hit you next. I know how you like that” Jason retorted with a roll of his eyes.
“Hm.. somehow I think I’ll pass on that one.” the older man smirked as he scooted away from the table, getting another beer from the fridge. “Not that it isn’t a lovely offer”
The side of Roy’s mouth twitched up at the brother’s actually getting along for once; though he was sure the alcohol they had both imbibed had something to do with it, he’d take what he could get.
Jason finished off his beer then turned his head just in time to belch in Roy’s direction causing the ginger to stare “ Really? Are you… two?”
“I’ll deal with your treachery later. I swear. You have the worst poker face ever. Of all time”
Roy rolled his eyes but smiled at Jason’s competitive spirit and the fact he was actually having fun, though he would definitely deny it later.
“Admit it! You almost fell for my Batface” Dick teased as he returned with three fresh beers and picked up the deck of discarded cards, the consequence of his almost-deceit; shuffling through it for some semblance of order. “Good god, Jason.. Do you EVER tell the truth?!” Dick said through bits of laughter.
“Almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades I trained with ol’ Batdaddy too, remember? AND HEY, I almost always had the right cards” Jason replied in his own defense as he popped open his new new beer. “Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades” Dick repeated in a nasal, childish tone. The two brothers ceased their banter and slowly looked over to Roy, who had been suspiciously quiet. The archer had a hand over his mouth, stifling fits of laughter, only assuring the others of his guilt.
“Oh god… I’m dating a liar” Jason dead-panned. “Seriously, what else are you lying about?” Roy straightened up and quieted himself, taking Jason’s hand in his as he stared at the younger man “The baby isn’t yours, Jason”
Jason frowned “You lying whore”
Dick only tried to have not the mouthful of beer he’d just taken come out of his nose, largely failing. The game continued much like this into the night.
[The game they are playing is Bullshit/Cheat/I Doubt it. It’s basically a game about lying and it’s very fun. Rules here: http://www.52pickup.net/card-games/bullshit/]
Angsty!Roy drabble that i wrote at like…3am
Every word out of the redhead’s mouth he punctuated with a dish being flung at the walls and floor. Roy wasn’t sure what lead to this exact moment… something about their being no nachos. The stress had been building for weeks; stress and a slight melancholy. Roy ignored it, mostly, telling himself he was fine; it was fine. Then there were no fucking nachos… and suddenly his stress erupted into a full-on dish assault. His slight melancholy was a full rampant depression; he wanted to call his dealer again. That thought alone made him angrier at himself, at the world… at the goddamned dishes.
Roy had another ceramic dish in his hand ready to fling it against the furthermost wall; a stupid chipped gravy boat that he had never used, and probably never would. Why did he even have a gravy boat? He didn’t even fucking like gravy. Roy drew back his arm ready to propel as much of his stress into the wall, along with the dish, as he possibly could. He stopped and let his arm fall to his side with a deep, world-weary sigh and something that could have been a choked sob, had there been anyone around to hear. He just felt so tired. Tired of existing, tired of trying so hard everyday to prove himself to people who hadn’t given a fuck about him since… since then. Roy clutched the dish in his hands, as if that lone gravy boat would somehow save him from falling into the abyss he was facing. The man took a few stumbling steps back until his back pressed against a flat surface; the fridge. Roy welcomed its coolness, and slid down into the floor slowly.
All Roy wanted to do was go find the one thing that made these swirling thoughts in his head stop. The voices that told him daily that he wasn’t good enough, that he would never be good enough, that it was his fault she wasn’t here. Roy’s throat tightened and he shut his eyes. He wanted, so desperately wanted, that liquid hell that would burn his veins and make everything ok; make him sleep a sleep that wasn’t filled with screams of “Daddy, please. Daddy, help. Daddy, why?”
He wanted all that… but he had made a promise. Granted, it was to a person who probably didn’t give a shit either way, but for some reason unbeknownst to himself he didn’t want to let the bastard down. Part of him wished Jason was there at that moment, to at least have a reason not to sob openly, alone in his apartment; and the other part of him was glad he wasn’t. Glad the man wasn’t there to mock him and tell him to get off the damn floor, clean up the mess and for fucks’ sake put down the damn gravy boat. Roy drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees; clutching the gravy boat a bit tighter to spite the Jason in his head.
Roy let his head fall back hard against the fridge… again… and once more. Each time a little harder than the first. “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?” Roy screamed at nothing, then sat there silently, as if waiting for his appliance to give him some sage advance. He went to put his head in his hands but was met with the gravy boat, sitting innocently in his hands where it was left. Roy growled and flung the dish across the room where it landed somewhere unseen with a delicate shattering.
Roy leaned back against the fridge, letting his arms fall to his side and stared straight ahead of himself at the cabinets.
“Fuck…” Roy mumbled bitterly into his empty apartment; pretending that he didn’t feel the wetness at the corners of his eyes and that his vision wasn’t blurry with unshed tears.
NSFW. At all.
No one should read this. 8| I am not quality. NSFW. JOY.
It was a sweltering summer day outside and Jason Todd was bored and miserable. He sat at a small kitchen table thrumming his fingers and huffing like a child. “So fucking bored… what the hell, it’s too hot to go out and too boring to stay in.” There was a small sheen of sweat forming on his body, regardless of having minimal clothing on. Jason sighed again, and propped his head in his hand, still thrumming his fingers on the table. He hated being bored, he was never the type to just sit still and do nothing. Jason turned his attention to Roy Harper, whom he shared the small apartment with. Roy didn’t seem bored… hot was an entirely different matter. Jason quirked a brow at his wandering thoughts.
Jason stared at the contour of Roy’s ass in his jeans as the older man washed the dishes. He lit a cigarette and leaned back in one of the kitchen chairs, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He shifted in his seat before exhaling a cloud of grey smoke that hung in the air for a moment before disappearing and just watched the man. Watched the way his muscles twitched as he stacked dishes away, watched the way his body swayed back and forth. Jason jumped a bit as his fantasizing about Roy’s ass in those just-tight-enough-jeans had made him forget to ash and freshly-hot ashes fell to his shirtless stomach. The man stubbed his cigarette out into an ashtray and grunted to himself as he inclined forward in his chair once more. The chair made a creaking protest at the action. Jason went back to staring at Roy; it was June and all Roy was wearing was an aged wife beater and jeans. The shirt was tight on Roy’s well-muscled form and Jason followed the curve of his spine with his eyes lingering on the impressive broad shoulders. Moisture misted across Roy’s skin as he used the sprayer to rinse another dish. It really wouldn’t have been noticeable if Jason hadn’t been staring so hard.
Jason leaned back in his chair and adjusted himself in his jeans… they were suddenly tighter than they had been when he had put them on this morning. He hummed to himself as he watched Roy more intently, eyes a bit… dark; mischievous, even.
“Hey” Jason stated. His confidence always made the simplest things sound like commands.
Roy looked over his shoulder a bit to see Jason leaned coolly back in a chair, legs spread invitingly, no shirt anywhere to be found… staring at him. With that look. That look that made Roy’s stomach tighten and his chest flutter.
“Hey, yourself” Roy smirked, as he turned back to doing dishes… his voice sounded a lot sturdier than he felt after looking at Jason just being… Jason. The younger man always had that effect on him… not that he would admit it to him.
“You should… give Daddy some attention” Jason motioned with his foot the space on the floor between his legs “and you should wear your apron” Jason grinned, then. A grin that was all Jason. A grin that said so many things at the same time it was hard to read which one he was trying to say at that particular moment in time.
Roy loved Jason’s grins. He loved Jason’s smirks. He actually loved Jason’s idea… but…
“How about you let me get finished with the dishes first, yeah? Daddy?” Roy bit his lip and turned back to the sink so that Jason wouldn’t see his smile. He also liked teasing Jason.
Jason raised his eyebrows at Roy actually telling him ‘No’. This was not in his plan. He smirked then… a dark smirk, a smirk that, if Roy could see it, he might be a little scared… or a little turned on. Or both. The man rose out of his creaky chair and crossed the kitchen in his bare feet and if he had been thinking about anything other than Roy and the things he wanted to do to him at that moment, he might have contemplated the fact that he’d never really sat around anywhere barefooted since he was Robin and living with Bruce, that this was the first time he’d ever felt at home enough anywhere and with anyone to take his shoes off and relax on a Saturday. Those thoughts didn’t cross his mind though, what crossed his mind was Roy’s lips and Roy’s arms and Roy’s eyes and Roy’s voice, screaming his name.
Roy could feel Jason’s presence before he felt his body; that presence that could make an empty room feel full. That could make Roy shudder. The arms that wrapped around his waist and the lips that pressed into the crook of his neck made the redhead feel as though he was about to melt away into an unknown crack in the floor. Roy couldn’t help but lean into the younger man’s touch. For all of his flirting and playing hard to get he always wanted Jason to touch him like this and Jason knew it. Roy tried to continue with dishes, like Jason’s touches weren’t setting his skin on fire and making his head dizzy, but Jason was having none of it.
Jason kissed and bit his way up Roy’s neck, eliciting all the little gasps and moans he’d been wanting to hear from the man since he’d started staring at him. Once to his ear Jason placed his lips to it and growled, mockingly.
“mmm, I guess this is what you wanted, isn’t it Harper?” Jason punctuated his sentence with a long lick of the shell of Roy’s ear.
“aah..” Roy whimpered. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t really help it either. He could feel the smirk on Jason’s face, he didn’t have to see it. ”ah…are we gonna do this or not?” Roy heard his voice but he wasn’t exactly sure who was in the room that could sound so much like him, surely he wasn’t still capable of words.
Jason raised an eyebrow and turned Roy around so quick it was painful, but so worth it as he was now pinned against the bar and Jason’s crotch and getting much needed friction when Jason decided he’d been good enough to receive a roll of his hips. Roy was then suddenly aware of exactly how bare Jason’s chest was, just how delicious his nipples looked. Roy dipped his head down suddenly and captured one of those taunting nubs in his mouth, nibbling enough for it to hurt just so he could suck it better. Jason mmm’d deep in his throat, the action vibrating straight into Roy’s mouth and reverberating into lower regions. Fingers ran roughly through Roy’s short hair… grasping it and yanking his head upward suddenly, causing Roy to moan in pain and pleasure combined. Jason smiled darkly at that and leaned forward to capture his lips roughly, devouring him hungrily. Hands moved over Jason’s bare chest, twisting his nipples and scraping short nails into flesh, biting at lips and skin.
Jason suddenly broke away from Roy and lifted him onto the bar he was pinned against and Roy heard himself whimper at the lost of friction, which only made Jason smirk. Jason just stared at Roy for a moment, just looking at him, the desire in his eyes making Roy shudder.
“You are way too clothed.” Jason stated. It was such a simple statement and yet Roy still stared at him, dumbly. Jason’s pleasure attack had broken his brain, obviously.
Jason growled and took his knife out of his jean’s pocket and flicked it open.
“Fine. Let me help you with that.”
Before Roy could even think about the fact that Jason was coming at him with a knife his shirt was being sheered off. He wanted to be annoyed… but fuck that was hot.
“hnnn-JASON” Roy really tried to keep it inside, to not give Jason a reason to be smug later, but the moan at him literally ripping his clothes off would not be contained.
Jason leaned forward and held the knife rather close Roy’s throat as he sucked at his ear wetly “If you want to keep those pants… I suggest you take them off like a good boy.”
Roy shuddered and locked eyes with Jason and smirked “Yes, Daddy.”
Jason growl and yanked Roy toward him roughly by the scraps of fabric that still hung at his arms, smashing their lips together forcefully; knife clattering somewhere unknown. Roy fumbled with the button on his jeans and carefully unzipped his pants, sighing at the feel of it against his erection. Jason’s impatience won out as he jerked the jeans off Roy’s legs. Roy sighed as his erection was free and stroked himself lightly and moaned at the sight of Jason watching him intently, licking his lips.
“You’re really fucking hot, Harper”
“You’re such a voyeur” Roy hummed as he continued to slowly stroke himself as Jason rubbed his hands up his stomach and down his arms.
“You like it.” Jason whispered. The sound sent chills down Roy’s spine.
Jason replaced Roy’s hand with his own and stroked, hard and rough, making Roy cry out his name. Jason dipped his head down engulfing just the head into his mouth and smirked when he heard the gasp. He loved making Roy make these beauitful, sexy sounds.
Roy had his head thrown back and a moan stuck in his throat. He was not expecting Jason to do what he just did, he must be in a really good mood today. Jason tongued and teased the head of Roy’s penis and just for a second engulfed his entire length, holding Roy’s hips so he couldn’t thrust, just listening to the choked whimpers and gasps coming from the ginger’s mouth.
Roy’s head spun at the warmth surrounding him and he could have cried when it was just as quickly taken away. “W-why?!” Roy groaned, eyes squeezing shut in frustration. Jason chuckled at Roy’s expense as he blew cool air over his entire length, the action made Roy squirm and grasp at the cabinets overhead. He just needed something solid to remind him where he was. Jason swallowed him again; tasting him, swirling his tongue in a most delicious way.
“aah… J-jay… mmnnn” Roy was beyond coherent thoughts, let alone words. He could feel Jason smile around him, something about it made chills run all over his body. Suddenly, the warmth and senation were gone and Roy glared pitifully at his tormentor; his lover. Jason put his hands on either side of muscled thighs and leaned in for a deep kiss, letting Roy taste himself in his mouth. Roy wrapped an arm around the younger man’s neck to deepen the kiss and snaked his other hand downward, massaging the hardness he found. He was rewarded by a sound that was half growl half choked moan. Roy was the first to break the kiss, trailing kisses and bites up Jason’s jawline to his ear, all while working his other hand into Jason’s jeans. Jason hissed and thrust into his hand as he gripped the bar on either side of Roy. He was hard and weeping and Roy just wanted him inside him.
“You are way too clothed” Roy said with a smirk, pulling Jason closer by his waistband.
“mmm, that so?” Jason murmured, nipping at his lips as the redhead unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall. Roy ran his fingers along the inside band of Jason’s boxers before slowly pushing them down; groping his ass for good measure.
Roy sucked on Jason’s neck and stroked him a few times, relishing in the wonderful sounds he made. Jason’s eyes grew dark from his lust and he started rummaging through the cabinet overhead. Roy kissed all the skin that was layed out before him while Jason was distracted, biting back a laugh as Jason became frustrated and started throwing things from the cabinet into the floor that were obviously in his way and should have known better. The man smirked and produced a bottle for Roy, who raised a brow in confusion.
“OH. Noo….Jason.” Roy started to object but Jason wasn’t really hearing him as he coated his fingers with olive oil. Jason smirked “would you prefer butter ?” Roy frowned as he watched his really expensive Extra Virgin Olive Oil dribble onto Jason’s fingers. As soon as the thought of being finger fucked with something called Extra Virign enters his mind he has to bite back a laugh. The laugh is soon stifled with curses as Jason unceremoniously shoves a coated finger into Roy’s ass.
“Y-you fucking bastard! You could have—-” Roy’s complaints were cut off when Jason leaned in, that smirk plastered onto his face, and kissed him; Ravaged his mouth, all the while inserting another finger. Jason was anything but sweet and gentle, but he could do things with his hands and mouth that could bring Roy right to the edge. Roy didn’t know what to focus on: the fingers and their pumping, Jason’s mouth and its nibbling on his calf, or his eyes… those eyes; Watching him. Staring at him as he was being violated in the best kind of way. He could feel the oil heating up slightly with the friction and he didnt know anything could feel so good. Roy’s head was thrown back, eyes closed… he couldn’t take all the sensations he was feeling at once as he let himself go; moaned and writhed against the cabinets, legs spread on their kitchen counter.
“hmmm, you look like such a whore right now, Harper” Jason cooed.
“ah.. F-FUCK! Jason… mmmmnnnn.”
“Such language.” Jason sighed, voiced thick with his lust.
Then all at once the fingers stopped and were replaced with something… that definitely weren’t fingers. Bigger than fingers, harder than fingers, deeper than fingers. Roy shuddered and moaned as he opened his eyes and watched as Jason was sliding a spatula handle inside him. The sight made his breath hitch.
“J-j..aaaah….” he couldn’t even form words anymore. It was impossible for him.
“I knew you were a whore, Harper, but i didn’t know you were a dirty whore” Jason rubbed his face against Roy’s calf before licking and nibbling the area he could easily reach.
“mmnn j-… fff- m-” It was really the best Roy could do in his position.
“Hmm? I’m sorry. Were you about to tell me how big of a whore you are and how much you want me inside of you?” Jason’s voice was so calm and irritating and all the while he was teasing Roy with the spatula.
Roy blushed deeply at his words.
“You WISH-” Roy started to snap before Jason brushed against his prostate with the spatula, only briefly. Only enough to piss Roy off, really. Roy panted and he didnt care anymore, he wanted to be fucked and he wanted to be fucked hard. So, he turned his lust-filled gaze to Jason who had been staring at him intently with a dirty smirk on his face.
“Baby, I’m so dirty… fuck me. Please… I’m such a whore for your dick, Daddy”
Jason shuddered visibly, “God… you’re so hot, Harper.”
“If i’m so hot, then fuck me. Give me bruises I can be proud of.” Roy panted, he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. The spatula clattered the floor and Jason slathered oil over himself before Roy even had time to blink.
“I’m going to break you” That was all Jason managed to growl out before driving into Roy hard and fast. There was a pause, Jason was caught in the pleasure of having Roy tight all around him.
“R-roy…” Jason grunted as he gripped Roy’s thighs hard enough that bruises would definitely be forming later and started thrusting into Roy, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in their small kitchen.
Hearing his name… his actual name, on Jason’s lips alone was almost enough to bring Roy over the edge, let alone finally having Jason inside of him.
“Jason… oh god, fuck me nnn” Roy dug short his nails into Jason’s shoulders as he wrapped his legs around Jason’s body, making it easier for him to meet the younger man’s thrusts.
Jason growled and picked up Roy’s weight off the bar, still inside of him, just to slam him into the fridge to their left. Jason barely missed a beat in his rhythm and Roy was now completely at his mercy; elevated off the ground, legs wrapped around Jason’s body, pinned to the fridge…
“oh god… Jason… I can’t” Roy gasped, voice going hoarse.
Jason kneaded his ass, something he’d been wanting to do since he was sitting across the room staring at it, then smacked it- hard. Roy let his head loll into the crook of Jason’s neck and moaned.
“mmm so hot.” Jason repeated, still thrusting deep and rough; hitting Roy in all the right places on every thrust in. Roy latched onto Jason’s neck with teeth and tongue; moaning against the man’s skin.
“Ja- I… c-can I… aah” Roy wanted to touch himself so badly, to stroke himself in time with Jason’s thrusts. He wanted to feel that rush of pleasure as they both came in a stick mess. Jason leaned forward to lick a long hot wet line up Roy’s neck.
“Can you what?” Jason asked against his skin, slowing his thrusting to an agonizing pace.
“N-no.. please… ” Roy tossed his head, panting in frustration.
“Can. You. What?” Jason repeated, punctuating each word with one of the deeper thrusts Roy was pining for.
“nnn-” Roy let his hand slipped between his and Jason’s bodies and before he could even brush himself his hand was slapped away.
“You never answered me, Harper” Roy could hear the dirty smirk in Jason’s voice.
“Oh my god. W-why… you’re such an ASS, Jason!” Roy groaned.
Jason responded to this by pinning Roy’s arms above his head, his thrusts staying slow and steady, smirking at Roy when he leaned forward just cenemeters letting their bodies stroke Roy’s throbbing erection between them.
“aah… J- hnnn” The small amount of friction caused by their bodies was amazing but not nearly enough. Jason bit and licked down Roy’s neck, he was going to have marks for days.
“LET ME FUCKING TOUCH MYSELF YOU FUCKIN-” Jason cut Roy’s outburst off by pumping into his prostate and watched him turn into a moaning mass.
“Ask nicer.” Jason thrust into his sweet spot over and over, while sucking wetly on his ear lobe.
“aaahh.. mmm… please… oh god, please” Roy had his head thrown back and his nails digging deep into the flesh of Jason’s back.
Jason let Roy’s hands fall between them and stroke himself as he picked up his rhythm again. Hard, rough, fast.
“GOD, Jason… faster… please..” Jason growled and complied, gladly. Slamming into the man, slightly rocking the fridge they were fucking against.
“mmm haaardeer” Roy begged as he stroked himself in time with every thrust.
“So hot, Roy. unnnf… Such a dirty, sexy, slut” Jason smacked Roy’s ass once more and Roy wasn’t sure if it was his name, his words or the action but the next words out of his mouth were “FUCK JASON” as he came between them, cum splattering Jason’s chest and to a smaller degree, Roy’s own face.
“That is the hottest… hnnn” Jason was panting wildly. He leaned forward, licking the cum off of Roy’s face and thrust deep a few more times before gasping “ohmygod Roy” and coming inside Roy in a sticky mess.
Jason let gravity take over and let the two slide slowly, gently, to the floor of their kitchen.
“ah…” Roy sighed at the loss of Jason inside of him and just sat there with his back against the cool fridge, tangled in Jason’s limbs; Listening to the other man still panting. Jason leaned forward and captured Roy’s lips for a deep, probing kiss; letting Roy taste the last of himself in his mouth.
“mmmm” Roy hummed against his lips appreciatively.
“You owe me olive oil… and a new spatula” Roy mumbled into Jason’s lips.
Jason grunted and layed his head on Roy’s shoulder “oh… we’re so keeping the spatula.”
They really needed a shower and to clean the kitchen, but neither seemed to want to move.