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Jason wakes to something firm pressed up against his ass. His pain is gone for now–the medication, heating pad, and Tim’s comfort seeming to have done their job. He looks at the digital clock on his nightstand to find that three hours have passed. Tim is fast asleep, his arms wrapped around Jason like he’s become his boyfriend’s personal teddy bear. It’s…incredibly endearing, actually.
Jason takes one of Tim’s hands and gives it a soft kiss, slowly inching his lips across the length of Tim’s arm. Tim grumbles in his sleep, seemingly discontent with his arm’s displacement from Jason’s torso. While Jason doesn’t exactly want to wake his boyfriend from his slumber, he did promise a blowjob earlier and Jason is keen on keeping his promise.
“Hey baby,” Jason rasps, reaching his arm behind him to gently scratch at Tim’s scalp. His voice is lower than usual, his vocal chords relaxed and well-rested. Tim groans into Jason’s shoulder. “Sleep well?”
Tim’s reply is incomprehensible, which makes sense since his lips are buried in Jason’s back.
Jason chuckles. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
Tim groans again, louder this time. “‘M asleep…”
“Oh really? I had no idea. I thought you were awake while using me as your personal stuffed animal.”
“Shuttttupppp,” Tim whines. And then, in a smaller voice, “why are you so comfy?” He’s pretty sure he wasn’t meant to hear that, but Jason preens nonetheless. He is perfectly fine being a pillow for his boyfriend, thank you very much.
“So do you not want the blowjob I promised earlier?”
“Jasonnnnn,” Tim whines again. “Sleep. Need sleep.”
Jason sighs but accepts Tim’s answer for what it is, as much as he’d love to go down on his boyfriend right now. He unplugs the heating pad before opening his nightstand drawer and grabbing a book. He’s pretty sure Tim will kill him if he tries to get up, so it’s a perfect opportunity to pass some time reading. He continues Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein from where he last left off.
…The mildness of nature had fled, and all within me was turned to gall and bitterness. The nearer I approached your habitation, the more deeply did I feel the spirit of revenge enkindled in my heart. Snow fell, and the waters were hardened, but I rested not…
Jason only gets halfway down the page before he feels Tim’s hands grope his chest. He smiles to himself and closes the book.
Works every fucking time.
It’s like Tim has some sixth sense for Jason reading whenever he sleeps, and demands for all attention to be on him instead. It is, in Jason’s opinion, infuriatingly adorable. He feels Tim’s fingertips find his nipples, twisting them, although there isn’t much sensation on Jason’s part. He doesn’t mind, perfectly content to let his chest be some-kind-of fidget toy for Tim either way. In fact, the lack of sensation keeps Jason from feeling uncomfortable from the amount of pressure that his boyfriend uses.
“Jasonnnn…” Tim whines again.
“Do you need something?”
“Need you.”
“Go back to sleep, baby,” Jason says, taking one of Tim’s hands again and kissing his knuckles. Tim squeezes his chest harder and starts to slowly rock his hips (and erection) against Jason’s ass.
“Want you to…to…” Tim struggles, still not fully coherent or awake. Jason lets Tim hump and grope him–he’s not about to do anything sexual with Tim out of it, but he isn’t opposed to Tim using him to get off like this.
“Want me to what, baby? Can you use your words for me?”
Tim whines again, clearly frustrated at his lack of ability to communicate his needs. Jason basks in it, in how needy Tim gets when he’s tired, begging Jason to take control, to take care of him.
And that’s a conversation for later…because Jason realizes he isn’t opposed to doing things to Tim while he sleeps–if that’s what Tim wants, of course.
“‘S hard,” Tim whimpers.
“I can feel that.”
“I meant, ugh-” Tim grunts in frustration, waking up more each second. “Don’t wanna talk, just want you to touch me.”
“Can’t do that until you’re awake, babybird.”
Tim protests at that. “I am awake…”
Jason rolls his eyes. “Not enough. If you can tell me what you wanna do in full sentences then I’ll consider it.”
Tim groans. “Fine. Can you suck me off? Like you said you would earlier?” His voice is still sleepy, but much less compared to just moments earlier. It’s enough to the point where Jason is pretty sure he can consent.
“You want my mouth on your cock?” Jason teases.
“Please?”
“So polite, babybird,” Jason murmurs. He removes Tim’s hands from their place on his chest and rolls over so Tim is under him.
Jason leans down until his face hovers just above Tim’s, pausing once their lips are just barely touching, breathing in Tim’s air. It’s dizzying, being so close to Tim like this, feeling his heartbeat pound against his ribcage. There’s something about this that borders on dangerous, but Jason isn’t exactly sure what it is.
He hasn’t done drugs in a while, but what he’s feeling is threateningly close to a high. He runs his tongue over the outline of Tim’s lips before diving in, swirling his tongue around Tim’s. It’s hot and it’s messy and intoxicating and so, so good. He loses himself in the taste of Tim’s lips, drinking in the sounds that Tim makes beneath him. He bites Tim’s bottom lip, and Tim whimpers.
Fucking Hell.
Red is the color that fills Jason’s vision instead of green. He isn’t thinking straight anymore, but not in any way he associates with the Lazarus Pit. His brain, for the lack of a better term, short-circuts. He’s not even sure if they’re kissing anymore, given the way Jason is basically just fucking Tim’s mouth with his tongue.
Jason doesn’t know how much time passes like this, but suddenly Tim is pressing a hand against Jason’s chest and their lips separate.
“Need to-” Tim pants, his lips swollen and red. “Need to breathe. Can’t breathe like this.”
Jason feels his cheeks redden. Apparently another side effect of coming back to life is being able to hold your breath for a really long time, because Jason is sure that he could do this for another hour. Fortunately for Jason, this is simply just an opportunity to actually make his way to sucking Tim’s dick. He starts to crawl back, but Tim tugs on the fabric of his tank top.
“Wait-” Tim huffs. “Too many clothes.”
Jason raises an eyebrow, because the only thing Tim is wearing is underwear. “Want me to take these off?”
“Yeah, but–you. Top. Off.”
Now that Jason thinks about it, he realizes that he’s basically fully clothed while Tim is almost naked beneath him. “What’s the magic word?”
Tim groans and throws his head back against the pillow. “Really? Are we really doing this right now?” Jason stays silent, smiling at Tim in lieu of a verbal response. “Fuck. Fine. Please, Jason. Please take your shirt off. You’re so hot and I wanna look at your abs while you–” Jason covers Tim’s mouth with his hand, blushing furiously. Because of course when Tim complies, it’s gonna be malicious. He shouldn’t expect anything else. And of course, when he covers Tim’s mouth with his hand in an attempt to get his boyfriend to shut the hell up, Tim licks it in response.
“Fucking brat,” Jason says fondly.
“Your brat,” Tim replies, pressing a finger against Jason’s chest.
Jason rolls his eyes and pulls his tank off, revealing his heavily scarred torso. Tim’s eyes widen, and Jason watches them look him up and down, Tim’s hands reaching towards him and tracing every single scar. There are a lot of them. Tim starts with Jason’s top surgery scars, which are only a couple of years old, before moving on to the giant Y-shaped autopsy scar that vandalizes his entire front. His neck is next, and Jason tries his best not to shudder as Tim traces the line Bruce’s batarang left him across his throat.
“Jason?” Tim asks, causing Jason to blink his vision back to focus. For some reason, Tim’s eyes are welled with tears.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I don’t think this is the best time to tell you this, but–” Jason sucks in a breath. “I love you.”
Jason blinks, rendered silent by Tim’s confession. “I-”
“I know we’ve only been together for a few months,” Tim rambles, “but I just…I really needed to say it right now. Which is stupid because you’re about to suck my dick and I’m not saying I love you because you’re going to suck my dick–”
Jason cuts Tim off with a kiss, just to get his boyfriend to shut the fuck up. “I love you too, babybird.”
“Oh.”
“You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Tim. I love you so much that I can’t think straight.”
“Well-” Tim giggles, “this is a very homosexual relationship, so-”
“Please for the love of all that is righteous and good in this world, shut up,” Jason sighs.
“Got it. Shutting up. Shutting up right now.”
“Good.” Jason thumbs the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down before throwing them haphazardly across the room. He figures that if he gets to strip Tim down to his socks, he might as well give his boyfriend something to look at in return. Tim, in all his twinkish glory, practically drools at the sight of Jason’s bare, muscular thighs. “Like what you see?” Jason winks, his tone teasing.
“Yea-”
“Did I say you could talk?” Tim abruptly shuts his mouth, and Jason freezes. “Wait, hold on,” he backtracks, “was that too far? You can answer me.”
“Nope. Not at all. Please feel free to continue.”
Thank god. They really, really need to have a proper talk at some point when neither of them are out of their minds with lust.
“Do you like it when I boss you around?” Jason asks, getting back into his self-proclaimed ‘sexy voice.’ Tim nods with a concerning amount of vigor. “Yeah? Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” Jason runs his palms down the sides of Tim’s torso, teasing at the waistband of his soiled boxers. “You were so good to me earlier, babybird. Took care of me so well.” Tim swallows, and Jason swears he can see his dick twitch from underneath the fabric of his underwear. “Can I take these off for you? You can use your words baby.”
“Please,” Tim blurts. “Pretty please-”
Jason presses a finger to Tim’s lips, effectively shutting him up. “Shhhh. It’s okay. I’m gonna get these off of you real soon. Just wanna appreciate how pretty you look for me like this.” Because Tim is incredibly beautiful like this. There’s sweat dripping down his forehead, and the hickeys Jason gave him earlier are settling into a nice purple. A sadistic part of Jason cackles at the idea of Bruce seeing them when Tim gets ready for patrol, the perfect son defiled by some no-good street-raised criminal.
Jason slides Tim’s boxers off at an excruciatingly slow pace, delighting in the way Tim bites his lip and tries not to move. He notes that Tim doesn’t have any pubic hair, and wonders if Tim shaved for the chance of this happening or if he just likes the feeling of being smooth down there. Tim’s dick gives a slight bounce as Jason frees it from its prison, precum already dribbling from the tip.
While he hasn’t seen a lot of dicks in his twenty-two years of life, Tim’s is probably the most beautiful one. He’s not biased (Jason swears on his grave) – he can’t help the undeniable fact that Tim’s cock is aesthetically pleasing in nature. The tone matches the rest of Tim’s pale skin, if slightly flushed from arousal. Jason is practically salivating.
“That is a pretty little cock you’ve got there, babybird,” Jason purrs, leaning in to get a closer look. He kisses each of Tim’s inner thighs and spreads his legs apart for better access. He positions his head so he’s right between Tim’s thighs, his mouth just ghosting over the straining length.
He takes his time, licking his tongue up Tim’s thigh, the salty taste of sweat dissolving his mouth. Tim practically mewls, so Jason reaches one of his hands up to interlock Tim’s fingers with his own in reassurance. He rubs small circles into Tim’s thumb with his own, looking up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. Tim is watching Jason almost reverently, his lips parted in some mixture of pleasure and adoration.
“Can you do me a favor, baby?” Jason asks. Tim nods. “Tell me what you like. I haven’t done this in a hot minute so I’m gonna need your guidance, ‘kay? Use your words, yeah?”
“Okay,” Tim’s voice is soft and hushed, and Jason swears he can pick up on some hesitation.
“You good over there?”
“I haven’t done this in a while either, I don’t…” he starts, before pausing. “Steph did it once and it was okay. Bernard and I never got too far, he wasn’t ready, and I don’t think I was either. I just…I really want it, I do, but…”
Jason lazily strokes Tim’s thigh with his free hand. “Worried it’ll be bad or you won’t like it? Or that I can’t make you cum or something like that and you don’t want me to feel bad? That it won’t be your thing?”
“I’m sorry-”
Jason squeezes Tim’s hand with his own. “Don’t be. You’re gonna guide me here, okay, and if you don’t like it we’ll stop. Just like how we agreed that if I’m in too much pain we stop, yeah? And if you want to stop right now, or just make out while you jerk yourself off, that’s fine too.” Tim looks away, still unsure from what Jason can tell. “You’re not alone here. I once faked an orgasm just so the dude would stop. You don’t ever have to pretend to be something you’re not with me, Timmy. But I need an answer so you can have a good time. Can you tell me, baby? Please?”
“I don’t like how far away you are from me,” Tim whispers. It’s not what Jason expected, and it’s excruciatingly adorable.
“Oh, baby. Timmy. I’m right here. I can hold you, if you’d like,” Jason offers, removing his hand from Tim’s and sliding his fingers up to where they grip the sides of Tim’s core. “Is that better?”
“I…I don’t know,” Tim confesses. Making that face. Jason knows that face. That is not a good face.
Shit. He’s panicking.
Jason sits up, slowly, and crawls back over Tim’s form, feeling the erection press up against his cunt as he wraps Tim in a hug. “How about now?”
“Better,” Tim admits.
“Good,” Jason smiles, and presses a kiss to Tim’s cheek. “You like it when I hold you like this?”
“Yeah.”
Jason moves a hand and slowly runs it through Tim’s hair, stroking his scalp. “Let’s lay here for a minute and talk.”
Tim buries his face into the crook of Jason’s neck. “I’m sorry. This isn’t going very well.”
“And that’s okay,” Jason reassures him. “I swear. Sex isn’t like whatever porn you’ve seen or read. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. There are a shit ton of breaks. And guess what? I like holding you, so I’m having a good time. I have just as good of a time kissing and holding you as I do when touching your dick. You being happy makes me happy, Tim.”
Tim sniffles, and it takes Jason a moment to realize he’s crying. “I just–” He shudders, “why didn’t Steph do this? Why didn’t Kon? It- I didn’t know what Steph was doing the first time we did anything like this. She just started humping my leg at some point when we were making out and I didn’t like it but I had an erection and she never asked if it was okay and-” Tim starts sobbing in earnest now, gripping Jason’s shoulders like he’s holding on for dear life.
Fuck.
They really, really should’ve had a conversation first, because what it sounds like to Jason is that Tim accidentally experienced sexual assault and has no clue.
“I’ve got you,” Jason murmurs into Tim’s ear, tightening his grip on the boy in his arms. “You like being squeezed when you’re upset, right? Is this okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Tim cries, and there is definitely snot on Jason’s shoulder right now, but he can’t really bring himself to care. “Why- why are you so nice to me? Why do you care?” Tim’s breath is ragged, and they’re definitely in panic attack territory now. Jason rubs soothing circles over Tim’s back, but there’s not much he can do except for letting Tim cry it out and reassuring him to the best of his ability.
“I care because I love you, Tim. I know we had a rough start but I love you a fuck ton. I want you to be happy and I want you to be safe and I know that’s not really possible in our line of work, but I want to be a reprieve from that shit.” Jason pauses to clear his throat and attempts his best Regency Era voice, “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you, love.”
Tim’s sobs morph into chuckles, and suddenly he’s laughing and crying at the same time and gasping for air, but no longer from panic. “I love you so, so much Jay.”
“I love you too, babybird. I know you and Steph were kids when that happened, but she should’ve asked you, especially if you two had never done those kinds of things before. I don’t know what happened with Kon, and you don’t have to tell me, but we’ll always go at your pace from here on out, ‘kay? And if it turns out sex bothers you, we don’t have to have any. I already don’t feel comfortable receiving right now, so I don’t mind if you don’t either. Just means we know what we want and don’t want in this relationship.”
“Stop being so goddamn reasonable,” Tim groans, his breath beginning to find a steadier rhythm. “I…realize I might have some things that I need to process.”
Jason kisses Tim’s cheek again, and wipes away the tears with his thumb. “And that’s okay. You do that however you need to, whether it be with me or a professional or even Dick. Dick is…a good person to talk to about this kind of stuff.”
Tim blinks. “How come?”
Jason bites the inside of his cheeks. It’s not his place to say, and he only found out by mistake, but Tim deserves all the support he can get no matter what. “Just talk to him. Trust me on this. He’s good at all that big brother stuff.”
“Not right now,” Tim mumbles, tightening his hold on Jason as if he’s going to bolt the second Tim lets go.
“‘Course not,” Jason chuckles. “I don’t think this is a good position or state of dress to be talking to Dick in anyways.”
Tim sighs in a way that says ‘I’m losing my patience,’ and Jason breathes a sigh of relief. Annoyed Tim means he’s feeling well enough to be annoyed, and Jason has done his job as a good, supportive boyfriend. “I really hate you sometimes.”
“Who doesn’t?” Jason quips, which only earns him a glare.
There’s a moment of silence, and then, “I still want you to suck me off.”
Jason pauses, unsure if he’s heard Tim correctly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I think so. I think I need to know right now whether or not I’ll like it, or it’s all I’ll think about until the next time. I’m also still kind of hard, which is embarrassing.”
“Bodies are weird like that,” Jason teases. “I know this is getting annoying but I’m gonna ask you one more time if this is really what you want right now.”
“Yes. Are you okay with it? Because if you’re not-”
“I’m comfortable as long as you are,” Jason reassures. “I just want to make sure you’re in the right headspace and everything. You just had a panic attack, and going right back into sex after a panic attack isn’t always the best idea. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tim presses a kiss to his lips, in which Jason is fervid with his reciprocation. “I trust you, Jay. I want this, I really do. I just think I needed to cry about it first.”
“Okay, but you have the reins here. I want you to have all the control, I won’t do it otherwise.”
Tim inclines his head. “I think I’ll like it better in a different position. I don’t think I liked it when you laid down to do it. Would you…” Tim looks away, bashful, “get on your knees and I’ll sit on the edge of the bed?”
Jason breaks into a wide, enthusiastic smile. “You want me to get on my knees for you, baby?”
“Please.”
“Well how could I say no to your pretty face?” Jason pushes off Tim and stands, watching Tim position himself on the edge of the bed. He sinks to the floor, his face level with Tim’s cock, which is less hard than earlier, but not completely flaccid. “How’s this?”
“Good, I think. I like that I can see all of you and that you’re in a reachable distance.”
“Perfect. What do you want first, love?”
“I…do we have options?”
Jason suppresses a laugh. “Yes, babybird. We have plenty of options. I can start slow and just do a few strokes to get you a little harder before I get my mouth involved, or I can just take it now.”
“I think I’d like to start slow,” Tim admits.
Jason is more than happy to oblige. “Okay. May I please touch your cock?” He looks at Tim, whose expression goes from shy to mortified.
“No! No thank you! Not- not you touching it! Just…please don’t ever say those words in that order again.”
Jason hums. “How about ‘May I cock please touch your?’”
“You’re evil,” Tim whines. “You’re evil and you’re torturing me here! You know what I mean!”
“I’m a crime lord, honey, evil is kind of in the job description. So is that a yes?”
“Yes! Please! Just touch me already!”
“As you wish,” Jason smirks, which earns him an eye roll. So far he’s quoted Jane Austen and William Goldman. A twisted part of him wonders how many books he can get in before they stop or Tim finishes. Jason moves his hand to Tim’s shaft, slowly beginning to stroke it up and down, and Tim lets out a sigh of elation. “How’s this?”
“A little dry,” Tim admits.
“Lube or spit?”
“Jason, I’m pretty sure half of your saliva is my saliva at this point. Spit’s fine.”
“Roger Roger,” Jason replies, and then spits on Tim’s cock, wetting it with his saliva before returning to the slow strokes from earlier.
“You did not just quote Star Wars at me with your hand on my dick.”
Jason looks up at Tim, giving him the smuggest smirk he can manage. “I did and you’re getting harder. You’re hard because I’m quoting Star Wars at you.”
“No!” Tim protests. “I’m hard because you’re literally jerking me off and I’m ready for you to shut up by putting your mouth on me.”
Jason begins by kissing the tip of Tim’s cock, causing his boyfriend to blush furiously and let out a small whimper. It’s music to Jason’s ears. He goes in with his tongue now, testing out some small kitten licks on the head while maintaining eye contact with Tim. He rolls his tongue around it slowly, lazily stroking the rest of Tim’s shaft with one hand. The other rests on Tim’s thigh for reassurance. The taste is a little salty–the residue of Tim’s earlier orgasm slightly bitter on Jason’s tongue.
“Oh, fuck–” Tim breathes, his voice feathery and light. Tim makes a lot of sounds, Jason realizes, but they’re so miniscule that he’d miss them if he weren’t paying attention. He wonders, while brushing that sensitive part of Tim’s cock a little firmer with his tongue, if Tim is just naturally quiet during sex or if he trained himself to be that way. While proteges of Batman all tend to be on the quieter side from countless stealth missions and hours upon hours of training, that doesn’t necessarily convert to sex. It’s quite unfortunate, actually, because the walls of Wayne Manor aren’t soundproof and he did not need to hear Kori pegging Dick that one time she stayed over.
Nope nope nope, not thinking about that while sucking my boyfriend’s dick–ugh–cock. No siree.
“How’s this so far?” Jason asks, both to refocus on the task ahead of him and check in on Tim.
“Good, maybe a little harder,” Tim replies, his hands finding Jason’s hair. Jason immediately complies with his request, increasing the pressure while lapping at the head of Tim’s cock.
“God,” Jason breathes, “it is so fucking hot when you tell me what you like.”
“Like bossing you around?”
Jason hums and gives Tim’s cock another lick before answering, “If that’s something you’re into then I’m all for it. But really, I was thinking more along the lines of ‘communication is fucking sexy.’ Do you want me to go a little faster now or is this pace good for you?”
“Can you try going a little faster?”
“‘Course, babybird,” Jason smirks, increasing the speed of his kitten licks.
“I don’t—” Tim cuts himself off with a small, breathy moan, his hips bucking up slightly. “Yeah, just like that please…” All the noises and faces Tim makes are straight out of some top-tier erotica, like he was written just for Jason. “Uhm, I don’t think I wanna…ah…boss you around.”
Jason quirks an eyebrow, “Right now or in general?”
“Right now for sure,” Tim’s grip on Jason’s hair gets a little tighter. “I don’t know about the–mmh–future…I like what we’re doing right now. The talking ‘n…stuff…” They’re not even that far in, yet Tim’s already struggling to stay coherent. Pride swells in Jason’s chest at this accomplishment, because if Tim is falling apart when Jason’s tongue is just teasing the tip, he can’t wait to see Tim’s reaction when he swallows his cock whole. Jason may not have given an actual blowjob in quite sometime, but his gag reflex is almost nonexistent at this point from vigilante work, and he’s been practicing on his dildos just in case. Jason’s not Tim-level paranoid, but it never hurts to be prepared. “Figure out the rest later…”
Jason hums and swirls his tongue over the head in a circle, focusing on the slit. Tim’s dick twitches in response, and Jason laps at the precum that dribbles out. Tim quivers, letting out an actual moan, and Jason can’t help but wonder if god is real because the sound is absolutely divine.
“Is there anything you like to do when you touch yourself?” Jason asks, replacing his tongue with his hand which jerks Tim at a pace that must be agonizingly slow.
“I squeeze it, sometimes,” Tim replies, his voice transforming into something sultry and sweet.
Jason gives Tim’s length a few more strokes before giving it a soft, experimental squeeze. “Like this?”
“A little harder. You aren’t going to hurt me.” Jason nods and squeezes it harder, and Tim actually trembles this time. “Oh. Oh shit.”
“This doing things for you?” Jason teases.
“So, so so many things,” Tim moans.
“Are you ready for me to take you in my mouth now?”
Tim audibly swallows, his pupils blown wide from arousal, “Please.” It’s practically a whisper, and it’s all Jason needs to take Tim into his mouth. Jason would like to say he’s gotten better in the realm of self control, but the faces and noises Tim makes are so addicting and he needs more, craves Tim’s praise like some goddamn animal. So he takes Tim all the way down to the base, shivering at the feeling of Tim’s cock pushing past his uvula.
It’s definitely different from a dildo. Tim’s cock is warmer, for starters, and much more delicate than any of the silicone cocks Jason’s throat has swallowed around. Jason focuses on hollowing his cheeks and keeping his teeth as far away from Tim’s dick as possible. He doesn’t even want to graze it with his teeth in fear of hurting Tim, as tempting as that is. They have ages to figure out playing with teeth if Tim decides that’s something he likes in the future.
Tim’s pull on Jason’s hair becomes harsher, and Jason gets his first real tug. It’s exhilarating, having Tim lose control and fall apart for him like this. Jason loves it, he loves making Tim feel this way, and how much pleasure he gets from doing it. Jason expected to like giving head, but he didn’t think it would feel this satisfying—that he would be this content without receiving anything in return.
“How the fuck are you doing that?” Tim groans, his hips bucking up into Jason’s mouth.
Jason bobs his head up and down Tim’s length a couple of times before removing his mouth, a single string of saliva connecting the tip of Tim’s cock to Jason’s swollen lips. “Do you want me to answer that, or do you want me to keep sucking your dick?”
“I think we have time for both.”
“I don’t know if you’re ever gonna finish if we keep talking like this.”
“I don’t mind not finishing. I like spending time with you, Jay. You know that.” Tim scratches Jason’s scalp lightly, his fingers a soothing touch. “I haven’t had anything like this at all. It’s always been about the climax or whatever. I like the feeling of you touching me, but I love anything we do together.”
Jason rolls his eyes, stroking Tim’s cock almost absentmindedly as he does. “You’re such a fucking sap.”
“I’m your sap. Now are you going to answer my question, love?”
Love.
Holy fuck. Okay. New kink acquired.
“May I plead the fifth?”
“Tell me Jay, baby? Please?” That is doing…so many things to Jason. Not even sexually. He feels like puddy. Tim’s puddy. His chest blossoms with a kind of warmth and comfort he hasn’t felt before. It screams yes, please, I’ll do anything for you please Tim, please please please love me I love you so much please–
Jason flushes, “I may or may not have practiced…”
“On, like, dildos?” Jason swallows and nods. He’s pretty proud of this accomplishment, but for some reason, admitting it aloud is embarrassing. “Wait…you said you don’t masturbate a lot, right? Because it hurts?” Jason nods again. “Does that mean you…” Tim’s voice shifts to a hoarse whisper, “did you practice for me?” Jason swallows and nods for the third time in a row. “That’s…wow…I have no idea what to say.”
“I wanted it to be good for you,” Jason mumbles, nuzzling into Tim’s thigh. “I don’t have much of a gag reflex anyway ‘cause of work.”
“Can you tell me how you practiced?” Tim’s voice is so soft, lulling Jason into a sense of calm.
“I…I’ve seen you before. In the showers. Not on purpose, I never looked on purpose, but–”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
Oh. Okay. Jason files that revelation away for later. He’ll have a ton of shit to think about later.
“Okay, I looked once on purpose,” Jason admits. “I wanted…I think I was jealous, at first. Never looked at B cause that’s way too fuckin’ weird, but I wanted what you and Dick have. Yours was always so pretty. I mean it’s even extra pretty up close, but it was like those Greek statues except bigger.”
“Are you comparing my cock to Greek Classical sculptures right now?”
“And if I am?”
“I’d say you’re a dork and I love you,” Tim says, leaning down to kiss Jason’s hair.
“I estimated your size from my memories and then practiced on those in case we ever got here, which we did.”
Tim blushes. “I’m not exactly big, so…”
“Tim. Look at me.” Tim looks. “First of all, your cock already goes pretty far into my mouth to the point it touches the back of my throat, so I did need to practice. Second of all, size doesn’t matter, but if I’m going to be honest, I think I prefer guys on the normal to smaller side. And you’re on the normal side. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel comfortable enough to take you, but if I do, it will hurt a lot fucking less than it would with someone bigger.”
“I know,” Tim sighs. “I know. But when I hear my friends talking about this kind of stuff, like Cassie, she’s all ‘He was like nine inches and I swear I saw stars!’”
“Cassie is probably a size queen because she is a fucking demigod. I am not. I am human, with a normal human vagina, and my g-spot isn’t that far up and doesn’t work half the time when I touch myself either way. Now, I am going to worship the fuck out of your cock because you deserve it. Capiche?”
“Okay.”
“You gotta say Capiche or else I’m not doing it,” Jason teases.
“I am not fucking saying Capiche to you sucking my dick.”
“Then I’m not sucking your dick.”
Tim is practically glaring at this point. “You are evil.”
“I am well aware.”
“Fucking Capiche, Jason.”
“Good boy,” Jason smirks, and then swallows Tim’s cock once more. He takes him slowly, going all the way down to the base before rising to the top, and plunging back down. Jason watches as Tim throws his head back, his panting growing heavy. Finding a sensitive spot on Tim’s thigh, Jason begins to rub small circles there, and Tim throbs in his mouth. Actually throbs. It’s an incredibly startling sensation, but Jason leans into it, hollowing his cheeks and actually swallowing around Tim’s cock.
“Oh god–” Tim cries. He’s letting out a litany of curses and sounds now, so Jason picks up his pace. Jason feels more precum dribble into the back of his throat, wondering how the fuck Tim is this close to finishing. He’s barely gotten back into the blowjob, but Tim is already a shaking mess, pulling on Jason’s hair to the point where it’s getting uncomfortable. Jason lets him, because he doesn’t mind the sensation even if his nerves do.
“Jason-”
“Baby-”
“Like that-”
“Fuck-”
“Please-”
“Harder-”
Even with all his strangled sounds, Tim isn’t actually that loud. His moans are breathy and his whining is pretty high-pitched, but far from ear-piercing. It’s really cute, actually, the squirming, and how he starts to fuck into Jason’s face in tandem with his mouth. And his dick–it grows warmer in Jason’s mouth, slick with spit, and incredibly firm.
“Getting close, Jason,” Tim moans. “So if you don’t–” Tim shakes, “want it in your mouth, please get the fuck off.”
Jason removes his mouth from Tim’s cock, because as much as he’d like to swallow one day, Jason doesn’t want to accidentally gag at an unexpected taste. Not very sexy at all to be grossed out by your boyfriend’s release. He grips Tim’s cock with both his hands and sits up so it’ll hit his bare chest. It only takes a couple of pumps before Tim is gasping, tugging on Jason’s hair, and arching his back as he spills onto Jason’s chest. Tim is surprisingly quiet during orgasm, his breath hitching, sweat dripping down his thighs, but not breathing a single word. Jason wasn’t expecting Tim to make a lot of noise initially, but with the way Tim was babbling during the build up made it seem like he was going to be incredibly vocal.
Tim is still shaking, but nothing more comes from the tip, everything having flown across Jason’s bare chest. Jason kisses Tim’s thigh before going to meet his lips, brushing back silent tears that are falling from his boyfriend’s eyes. They’re good tears, of that Jason is sure, but he’d rather not have them in his mouth while making out with Tim.
Tim crumbles under him, pulling Jason with him as he falls back on the mattress underneath him. They kiss like that for a while, soft and slow while Tim regains his breath and sense of self. Jason waits until he feels Tim’s heartbeat slow before breaking the silence.
“Was that okay?”
“I think,” Tim breathes, “that was the best orgasm of my entire life.”
“Really?” Jason murmurs, nuzzling into Tim’s neck.
“Mhm.”
“That was fun. I’m gonna do that to you again I think.”
Tim stiffens. “Not right now…right?”
Jason lets out a small huff of amusement. “No, babybird, not right now. Fuckin’ exhausted. But I wanna do it more in the future.”
“Me too,” Tim agrees, holding Jason tighter in his arms. “I think you got cum on my chest.”
“It’s your sperm dude. And you’re the one who pulled me on top of you.”
“I don’t wanna shower,” Tim whines. “I’m too tired.”
“It’s gonna dry and then it’s gonna smell.”
“Don’t wanna. Just want you.”
“We can shower together. Or take a bath. Wouldn’t it be nice, baby? To go to sleep smelling fresh and clean?”
“M gonna fall asleep in there.”
“I can do the work if you just stand there.”
“But you already did all the work! You made me cum so hard that I’m so sleepy and now you want to wash me? I’m gonna explode, Jason. I’ll explode and I’ll die and then it’ll all be your fault.”
Jason sighs. Tim is incredibly adorable like this, but he does need to get into the shower. Jason is not going to bed with dried cum on his chest, and he’s not sleeping next to a Tim who has dried cum on his chest. “I will carry you there.”
“You will not!” Tim protests.
“I so will.”
“I do not consent!”
“File a complaint with HR,” Jason replies, rolling off of Tim before getting up and scooping him up in his arms, bridal-style.
“This is harassment.”
“This is me taking care of you. I can put you down if you’re genuinely serious, but something tells me you aren’t.”
“Finnnneeeee,” Tim groans. “But I want to sleep.”
“You can sleep in the shower.”
Tim opens his eyes for a moment and pecks Jason on the cheek. “I love you, Jay.”
“I love you too Timmers.”
Jason carries Tim into the bathroom and turns on the shower, closing the door behind him. He’s not sure about a lot of things in life, but nothing has felt so good and sure as being with Tim like this.