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Dick’s arm throbbed, agony pulsing through his veins with every staccato beat of his heart. He was lucky that Slade had aimed for his chest and not his head - he’d managed to twist out of the way in time for the bullet to mostly just graze him, his suit taking the brunt of it. He’d limped away from the fight with only one working arm, bruised ribs, and a sprained ankle, but Slade’s target was still alive, so Dick counted it as a success.

His comm beeped, directing him down the dark, winding alley to his left. He wasn’t making it back to Bludhaven like this, and he definitely wasn’t going to the cave - not after his last argument with Bruce - so temporary accommodation it was. According to his comm the closest safe house was one of Red Hood’s. Abandoned most likely, if Batman knew about it. Jason wasn’t actively trying to kill them but they certainly weren’t on good terms, Dick couldn’t imagine that he’d be hanging about.

Hopefully he hadn’t completely emptied the place when he left it. Dick needed a good first aid kit, maybe some food if there were any non-perishables still in the cupboard. He should probably be paying a visit to Leslie if he was honest. But then he’d never been very good at doing what he was supposed to do.

He followed the beeping of his comm down to a grungy looking apartment building. A safety light blinked and stuttered on the wall, grainy yellow casting odd shapes over the rain slick floor.

His comm lit up, flashing the schematics of the building. Second story. Fucking great. Dick grit his teeth as he hauled himself up the fire escape one-handed, trying not to pull his ribs or put weight on his ankle. He should maybe incorporate some of this into his training from now on, how to climb a fire escape with one good arm and one good leg.

The window latch was easy to jimmy open. Not particularly great security, but he guessed it didn’t matter if Jason wasn’t using it anymore. Dick beelined for the kitchen, where the first aid kit should be if Jason still kept his safe houses organised the way Bruce had taught them.

The apartment was surprisingly warm, and furnished like someone was living there. There were chipped mugs in the cupboard and, when Dick peeked into the fridge, plenty of food. Jason must have left pretty recently, and in a hurry if he’d left all of this here.

The first aid kit was mercifully both right where Dick expected it to be and fully stocked. He limped over to the squashy looking couch with it clutched to his chest, sinking into the leather. It was agonising, trying to reach behind himself to undo his suit one handed, tugging it down to his waist. The fabric stuck to the wound on his arm, the weave dark with blood, pulling at the edges. Dick grit his teeth, breathing hard against the nausea roiling in his gut.

The back of his neck prickled, adrenaline spiking seconds before he felt the cold press of metal against the back of his head.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t blow your brains out right fucking now.”

Dick swallowed, holding his good hand up in surrender. The barrel of the gun dug hard into his scalp. He didn’t think Jason would really shoot him, but he wasn’t about to take that risk.

“Jason -“

“Red Hood,” Jason growled. He clearly wasn’t wearing the helmet, because Dick could hear his voice, clear and unmodulated, but Dick wasn’t about to turn his head and see if he was still wearing a mask.

“Hood,” Dick tried again. His voice sounded raw and rough. “I didn’t think you’d be here. I thought this safe house was abandoned.”

“So you thought you’d just help yourself to my stuff?” Jason said.

“No - well maybe. I thought you weren’t using it. I - uh - ran into some trouble. I just needed a first aid kit.”

The gun lifted from his head, but Dick didn’t let himself relax. He hadn’t heard the sound of Jason holstering it.

“And you came here?”

Finally, Jason rounded the sofa and Dick could get a good look at him. He was still in his costume, leather jacket over thick Kevlar. He had a domino on, hair messy the way wearing a helmet always left it. Despite himself, the sight of Jason’s face - even taut with anger - made something in Dick’s chest twist, a strange mix of grief and longing.

“It was the closest safe house. I wasn’t sure how far I’d make it with a sprained ankle.”

He could see the way Jason’s gaze ran over his body, assessing, lingering at the wound on his arm and the already swelling lump of his ankle. He lowered the gun, thumbing on the safety and sliding it back into the holster on his thigh. Clearly Dick looked as pathetic as he felt - not a threat.

“You didn’t call daddy to come and get you?” Jason sneered, his lips curling around the words with distaste.

Dick winced. Talking about Bruce with Jason of all people was a recipe for disaster. “No,” he said. Probably best not to elaborate. He somehow doubted that Jason would want to hear about Dick and Bruce’s latest blow up.

“You need to go to a fucking hospital,” Jason said. “Not bleed out on my couch.”

“I just need like a day or two,” Dick said. “I can fix myself up. If I could just stay…“

Jason’s mouth twisted. “No fucking way. I’ve got shit to do and I don’t want you cluttering up my apartment.”

“I’ll stay out of your way. You won’t even know I’m here, I swear. Please Jay -“

Jason’s face spasmed. He jerked forwards, and Dick wasn’t quick enough to get out of the way, to avoid the press of a thick arm across his throat, Jason’s knees making divots in the couch on either side of Dick’s thighs.

“Don’t call me that,” Jason said, low and dangerous.

“Okay,” Dick wheezed out. The pressure wasn’t enough to cut his air off completely, more of a threat than an actual attempt to hurt him. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Jason held his arm there a moment longer, the lenses of his mask narrowed. He was close enough that Dick could feel the heat of his breath on his face, the weight of him, braced over his lap. His own heartbeat pulsed beneath his jaw.

Eventually Jason pulled away. Dick sucked in a breath, wincing at the way it tugged at his ribs.

“One night,” Jason said. “You can stay for one night. On the couch. I want you gone by the morning.”

Dick nodded mutely. One night was better than nothing. It would give him a chance to lick his wounds in peace at least.

Jason gave him one last, long look before he turned and made his way to what Dick assumed must be the bedroom. The door slammed shut behind him and Dick could hear the sound of a lock sliding closed.

Dick sagged back against the couch cushions, huffing a relieved little laugh. That could have gone much worse, he was honestly surprised Jason had let him stay at all.

He rifled through the first aid kit, pulling out what he thought he’d need. His arm probably needed actual stitches, but he’d have to make do with the little butterfly bandages. There was antiseptic at least, and even a bottle of general antibiotics. He’d need to ice his ankle. There wasn’t much he could do for his ribs, other than rest up. They likely weren’t broken or he’d be in significantly more pain, although it was possible he just wasn’t registering it over the hot agony of his arm.

Either way, Dick just had to deal with the worst of it now, and he’d be out of Jason’s hair by the morning.

Dick woke to Jason looming over him, arms crossed across his broad chest, mouth a thin, flat line.

“I thought I told you to be gone by morning.”

“Guh,” Dick said intelligently, followed by a series of embarrassing groans and whimpers as his brain came online and the pain hit him all at once. He felt like he’d been run over by a truck - or maybe a very angry super soldier.

He’d managed to strip himself down to his boxers last night - although working his costume off of his swollen ankle had been a special sort of torture - and in the warm light of Jason’s living room the bruises looked somehow even worse than they felt. There wasn’t much he could do for his ribs, but he’d strapped his ankle and kept it propped up on the arm of the couch. He’d even raided Jason’s freezer for a bag of peas. They were currently slumped on the hardwood, looking soggy, sat in a growing puddle of mushy water.

“Sit up,” Jason snapped, wrapping one big hand around his good shoulder and heaving him upright. “You’re bleeding all over my couch.”

Dick might have made some sort of noise at that, a wounded, guttural cry, but he couldn’t be sure because he pretty much passed out for a minute. His head swam, black dots eating away at his vision as the breath was punched from his lungs with the agony of sudden motion.

When he came round, blinking hot tears from his lashes, he was propped up against the cushions, leant on his good shoulder, and Jason was watching him with a flat, unreadable expression.

“Here,” he said, pressing two tablets into Dick’s hand. “To help with the pain.”

Dick didn’t bother asking what they were. If Jason wanted to hurt him he already would have, and he wouldn’t need to drug him to do it. Like this, Dick wouldn’t be putting up much of a fight. He popped the pills into his mouth obediently, then chased them down with the cool glass of water Jason handed him afterwards.

“I’m gonna look at that arm now,” Jason said. His weight dipped the cushion next to him, gentle hands peeling away the ragged bandage that Dick had wrapped around his bicep. It was already damp and red with blood. The butterfly bandages clearly hadn’t worked. “You’re an idiot, you know that Dickface? You should have at least got Leslie to look at this.”

“You can fix it though, right?” Dick asked. The words felt heavy in his mouth, slow and stupid with pain and exhaustion and whatever drugs Jason had given him. His head swam, his pulse throbbing at his temples.

Jason didn’t reply. He pulled the first aid kit into his lap, still sitting where Dick had left it, and started rifling through the contents, pulling out the antiseptic wipes and an ominous looking stitching needle and thread. Dick watched his face as he worked, wincing at the dulled pain in his arm as Jason carefully cleaned and prepped it.

He was so big now, all grown up in a way Dick had never thought he’d get to see. Dick barely recognised his little brother in the handsome features, jaw sharper and well defined, cheeks no longer round with puppy fat, instead dark with growing stubble. His eyes were the same - and the straight slope of his nose, the little bump just below the bridge.

“When did you get so handsome?” Dick heard himself say, like a fucking idiot.

Jason looked up at his face then, surprise softening the pinch of his mouth, and Dick was struck by just how blue his eyes were, shadowed by long lashes. His brows drew together, lips thinning.

“How strong were those painkillers?” Jason said with a strained little laugh.

“S’rry,” Dick slurred. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Just - stop talking,” Jason said, although it lacked any of his usual heat. He turned his attention back to Dick’s arm, cheeks slightly red. Dick had embarrassed him.

Dick let his eyes fall shut, his head tipping back against the couch. He couldn’t quite fall asleep like this, not with the way Jason was poking and prodding at his arm, but the heavy weight of his rough night was definitely making itself known.

“There,” Jason said eventually. “You won’t bleed to death at least.”

Dick blinked his eyes open. Or one of them anyway. His head felt too heavy to lift. “Thanks J’son.”

Jason just looked at him for a long moment. Then he let out a big sigh and heaved himself to his feet. “Come on. You can lie down in the bed.”

“No, Jason. That’s your bed. I can’t -”

“You look like you’re one wrong move away from keeling over and dying. I’m going out anyway. You can at least get some proper sleep while I’m gone.”

Dick couldn’t bring himself to argue. Lying down in a proper bed sounded really fucking good. Jason hauled him up off the couch much more gently than before, supporting Dick’s weight easily as he slumped against him. He was tall enough that Dick had to stretch with his arm slung over Jason’s shoulders. When did that happen? When did his Little Wing get taller than him?

He was warm against Dick’s side. Dick let himself be mostly carried into the bedroom and carefully deposited on the bed. He curled up on his good side, cradling his injured ribs. Jason huffed, pushing gently at his shoulder until he was lying on his back again.

“You’ve got to elevate your ankle,” Jason said, hefting his leg up to shove a pillow underneath.

For some reason - despite the harsh tone - the gentle, caring way Jason did it made tears prick at Dick’s lashes, hot and wet. He felt all soft and mushy, like the sad, soggy bag of peas still defrosting on Jason’s living room floor.

“Thanks Little Wing,” he said around the thick lump in his throat. He sniffled.

“Don’t call me- dude are you crying?”

Dick wiped clumsily at his face. Huh, his cheeks were wet. “No. I think my eyes are leaking.”

Jason gave him a funny look. “Are you going to be okay on your own?”

“M’fine,” Dick said. He was pretty sure he’d be alright on his own. He was just going to lie here after all. “Go and do…Jason…things.”

“Right,” Jason said dubiously. “Just don’t die while I’m gone.”

Dick did a lazy salute and poked himself in the eye. “Sure thing, boss.”

The next time Dick woke up, the room was dark and quiet - or as dark and quiet as it got in Gotham anyway. For a moment he wasn’t sure what had woken him, then his eyes adjusted just enough for him to make out the crack in the window and the shape of a man, looming at the foot of the bed.

He grabbed the closest thing - a rather ugly lamp on the bedside table - and threw it at the man with as much force as he could muster.

“Hey! What the fuck?” The man yelped as he ducked the flying lamp. That was Jason’s voice. Oops.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t realise it was you.”

Jason was dressed in civilian clothes, dark jeans and a t-shirt, so either he’d managed to change without waking Dick up or whatever he’d been doing he hadn’t wanted to do it as Red Hood.

“Nah,” he said. “My fault, I forgot you were in here. I’m just gonna crash on the couch.”

Dick’s gut twisted guiltily. Jason didn’t even like him - had actively been trying to kill him only a few months ago - and here he was giving up his bed for Dick.

“No, you don’t have to do that. Do you even fit on that couch lying down?”

“I fit fine,” Jason groused. Now that Dick’s eyes had adjusted he could see him clearer, the broad stretch of his shoulders, the thick line of his thighs in his jeans.

“No, I’m already imposing. Hang on, let me just get up.”

He levered himself slightly upright on one elbow, trying not to wince at the strain on his ribs. His arm wobbled. Then Jason was right there, pushing him back down gently, one big hand splayed over Dick’s sternum.

“Stop that, you idiot, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Jason was very close. He smelled like gunpowder and fresh air and rain. Dick’s mouth moved without conscious thought from his brain. “We could always just share the bed,” Dick said. “It’s big enough for two.”

Jason froze, his hand still pressed to Dick’s chest. Dick couldn’t see his face all that well in the dark, but he was pretty sure he’d taken him by surprise.

“What? You want to share? What are we - five?”

Dick very gently took hold of Jason’s wrist and tugged - not hard enough to pull him off balance. “Yeah c’mon. It’ll be fun, like a sleepover.”

For a moment, Dick was sure Jason would say no. That he’d taken it too far and used up the last of Jason’s goodwill. Then all the tension went out of his shoulders and he pulled his arm out of Dick’s grip.

“Fine, but if you snore I’m kicking you to the floor.”

He shrugged out of his shirt and started working on his jeans, hesitating a second before he shoved them down and stepped out of them. Dick was glad the room was dark so Jason couldn’t see the flush on his cheeks. He was being ridiculous, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen plenty of his guy friends and family in their boxers before.

Dick kept very still as Jason clambered over him, his weight dropping onto the mattress beside him. Their arms were touching. Jason was very warm.

“Goodnight Jay.”

“Night Dickface.”

Sharp, aching pain in his arm. Dick blinked awake, soft light spilling through the half closed blinds. There was a weight across his legs and his chest, pressure on his arm, heat and skin.

Jason was pressed against his side, one leg slung over Dick’s, his arm curled around him. His face was very close. He looked younger like this, features soft with sleep, hair mussed. Dick grinned. Who knew Jason was a cuddler?

Dick shifted, trying to relieve some of the pain in his arm, and abruptly froze. There was something digging into his hip. That was Jason’s erection. That was Jason’s cock poking him.

Okay, no need to panic. It wasn’t like Dick never got morning wood, it didn’t mean anything. Dick should just go back to sleep, let Jason wake up and pretend he hadn’t noticed. Or should he wake him up now? Would that just embarrass him? Would he be angry?

Jason made a soft sound at the back of his throat, hips pushing closer, rubbing his erection against Dick’s hip. His mouth parted, lips soft and slick.

Dick’s stomach jerked. He wanted to kiss him. The urge rose like bile in Dick’s throat. He wanted to see if Jason’s lips were as soft as they looked. Wanted to know how they felt wrapped around Dick’s cock.

Fuck. This was wrong on so many levels. He should wake Jason up. Dick was taking advantage of him, letting this carry on, there’s no way Jason would be okay with this if he was awake. They were brothers - sort of - although this new version of Jason felt more like a stranger. Dick had no idea where this stupid little crush had come from - a desire to be close to the brother Dick had lost perhaps, only morphed by their new, strange relationship. And Dick couldn’t deny that Jason had grown up into an attractive man.

Dick nudged him gently with an elbow. “Jason?”

He watched the way Jason tensed, coming awake almost immediately. His gaze snapped to Dick’s face, body relaxing as he recognised who was in bed with him, then tensing again as he took in the awkward position. His eyes widened, cheeks flushing red then draining of all colour as he jerked away. Dick winced, jostled by the abrupt motion.

“Fuck,” Jason said, voice raw and scratchy with sleep, tinged with a frantic sort of desperation. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I -“

“It’s okay,” Dick said. “Everyone gets morning wood, right?”

Dick gave an awkward little laugh. Jason looked like Dick had just hopped out of bed and started dancing around naked. Stunned horror.

“No - I - I just -“ Jason stammered. He started scrambling upright, legs caught in the sheets. Dick grabbed his wrist without thinking and Jason flinched. Dick let go of him immediately.

“Jason it’s alright. I don’t mind, honestly.”

“Yeah,” Jason sneered, although his face was white and waxy, voice trembling. “I’m sure you totally didn’t mind getting fucking molested in your sleep.”

“Jason, come on. It wasn’t like that. You didn’t mean to.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jason snapped. “I never should have let myself -“

He cut himself off abruptly, jaw tense. Dick’s heart pounded, thick in his throat. “Jay…”

Jason twitched at the nickname. He turned to face him, and Dick was struck by the intensity in his gaze, eyes dark and blue.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taut with something Dick couldn’t quite get a read on. “I should have known - I should have -“ He shook his head. “You can stay as long as you like, I’ll clear out.”

Dick didn’t try to grab him again, but he did put his hand out to try to stall him from getting up. “Jason, stop. You didn’t molest me or whatever horrible thing you’re thinking. I liked it. I like you. Fuck, if anyone should be apologising it’s me. I should have woken you up straight away, I just - I wanted -“

Jason stared, eyes wide and white. The back of Dick’s neck was damp with sweat. He hadn’t meant to say all that, only he couldn’t bear for Jason to think that he’d been abusing Dick over some morning wood. And he couldn’t stop thinking about Jason’s I should have known. He wasn’t sure if he was reading this completely wrong, or if maybe Jason liked him too.

“Look,” Dick said when Jason just kept staring at him. “We can pretend that none of this ever happened if you want. But I think you should know that I’m attracted to you.”

Jason blinked. “You…what?”

“I like you, Jason.” Dick’s throat was dry, clicking uncomfortably as he swallowed. Fuck it, what was the worst that could happen? Jason might shoot him in the face, sure, or he might fuck him.

Jason still wasn’t moving, frozen in place, wide eyes fixed on Dick’s face. When Dick glanced down, he could see that Jason was still half-hard, bulging out the soft material of his boxers.

He decided to take a chance. He reached up, carefully cupping the back of Jason’s neck and slowly - so slowly that Jason could pull away if he wanted to - dragged him down until he could press their mouths together.

For a moment, Jason stayed perfectly still. Dick kept the kiss chaste, just the pillowy softness of Jason’s lips against his. If this was all he got, he’d at least enjoy it.

Then Jason made an odd noise at the back of his throat and surged forward, their teeth clacking together. One hand came down beside Dick’s head, Jason braced over him as he tilted to slot their mouths together in a hot, wet slide. Dick groaned. His fingers clenched at the back of Jason’s neck.

“Jason,” he groaned, panting into the space between them. Jason pulled back enough that he could look at him.

“Fuck. Is this - is this okay?”

“Yes, yes,” Dick tugged him back down impatiently, eager for more of Jason’s mouth. Jason’s chest pressed against his, hot and broad and careful not to lean on his aching ribs. Jason nipped at Dick’s bottom lip, then slid his tongue into his mouth, moaning sweetly.

“What do you want?” Jason asked into his mouth, breathless.

What did he want? He wanted everything. He wanted Jason’s mouth on him, wanted Jason to ride him, wanted Jason to bend him in half and fuck him until he couldn’t walk straight. He wanted to press Jason’s legs together and fuck his cock between those gorgeous thighs.

“You.” Is what he managed to gasp out. “You Jason, I want you.”

Jason’s cock twitched where it was pressed against Dick’s thigh. His eyes were dark and heated, pupils blown so wide there was barely a sliver of blue. He shifted until he was fully over Dick, holding his weight on his arms as he pressed biting, open-mouthed kisses to Dick’s jaw and throat and chest.

One hand went to the waistband of Dick’s boxers, pushing insistently until Dick got the hint and lifted his hips enough for Jason to work the material down his thighs, his cock springing free, hard and red against his stomach.

Jason scraped his teeth over a nipple, making Dick arch and moan. He worked his way down, taking Dick’s boxers with him until he could discard them completely, peppering more wet kisses to Dick’s stomach, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, avoiding where Dick wanted him the most.

“Jason,” Dick groaned, working one hand into dark, curly hair. Not pulling, just holding on. Jason moaned, feathered a kiss to Dick’s knee as he settled between Dick’s spread thighs. He carefully propped Dick’s injured leg up onto his shoulder, keeping the ankle elevated, and it was so sweet that Dick felt a lump thick in his throat.

Jason leaned in, until his nose was pressed to the crease of Dick’s groin. His lashes spidered over flushed cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do this forever,” he said quietly. Then he was lifting his head and taking Dick’s cock into his mouth.

Dick moaned. Jason’s mouth was soft and hot and wet, and he wasted no time in taking Dick deep, his tongue sliding along the underside of Dick’s cock, until the head was pushing up against the back of his throat. He swallowed and Dick gasped, bucking up. His ribs twinged. Jason lay one arm over Dick’s hips and pinned him, bobbing his head as he did.

It was good. It was unbelievable. Jason clearly had some practice at sucking cock and he took Dick expertly, deep and wet and messy. He groaned low in his throat, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure up Dick’s spine. He brought a finger up to his lips and slid it in alongside Dick’s cock, eyelashes fluttering as he looked up to meet Dick’s gaze, his mouth stretched obscenely.

“Fuck Jason, your mouth,” Dick groaned, babbling desperately as the pleasure swelled behind his pelvis. “So good. So good, Jay.”

Jason drew his finger out, keeping his eyes on Dick as he lowered his head until his nose was pressed against Dick’s pelvis, taking his cock deep into his throat. He pressed his finger between Dick’s cheeks, slick with saliva. Dick moaned thickly as Jason rubbed the pad of his finger over Dick’s asshole, wet and hot.

He left it there for a moment, waiting for permission. Dick spread his thighs wider, hitching his hips up as much as he could with Jason holding him down. Jason pushed his finger in and yes, fuck, that was good. His finger was thick and slick, curling immediately to stroke along his walls. He found Dick’s prostate with unerring accuracy, pressing down gently on the little bundle of nerves.

Pleasure sparked, hot and white behind Dick’s eyes. Molten heat pooled in his gut. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way Jason was sucking his cock, moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted as he abused Dick’s prostate with his calloused, expert finger.

“Jay,” Dick gasped, then couldn’t seem to stop saying it, chanting Jason’s name like a prayer.

Jason groaned around him, his own hips pressing down against the mattress. He looked beautiful like this, red and dishevelled, his lips slick and swollen around Dick’s cock.

“Jay I’m gonna - fuck I’m going to -“ Dick choked out. His fingers clenched in Jason’s hair, tugging at him even as he fought the urge to push him down, to make him take all of him.

Jason didn’t pull back though, hollowing his cheeks as he worked a second finger in alongside the first and that was all it took for Dick to come, harder than he had in a long time. His hips thrust up against Jason’s hold on him, stomach clenching, cock pulsing out his release. Jason swallowed it all, eyebrows pinched, mouth wet with saliva.

“Oh my god,” Dick said, breathing hard in the sudden quiet of the room. Jason let his slowly softening cock slip from between his lips, surging up to hold himself over Dick’s trembling body, careful to set Dick’s leg aside gently.

Dick grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him down to seal their mouths together, tasting himself on Jason’s tongue. He trailed his hand down Jason’s abs, feeling the damp hard lines of him, before sliding his hand beneath the waistband of Jason’s boxers. His cock was hot and velvety soft, wet with precome. Jason whimpered into his mouth at the first touch of his hand, hips thrusting against him.

“Dick,” he said. His voice was rough, scratchy from taking Dick’s cock, and the sound of it had Dick’s softening prick twitching against his thigh. “‘M not gonna last long.”

“That’s okay,” Dick said. Then sucked Jason’s bottom lip into his mouth, grazing his teeth over soft flesh. He used his other hand to shove at Jason’s boxers, until they were down around his thighs, freeing his red, flushed erection. “I want you to come. Want you to come on me.”

Jason groaned, his head dropping to his own chest. His hips rolled, grinding against Dick’s palm, thrusting between his legs. Dick wrapped his fingers around him, stroking hard and fast, watching the way Jason’s face twisted with pleasure, breath coming fast.

Jason’s cock throbbed, leaking onto Dick’s fingers. He made a high, choked sounding moan. His cock twitched, stomach flexing. Then he was coming all over Dick’s hand and belly, mouth falling open, beautiful blue shuttered behind thick lashes.

Dick stroked him through it, gentling his hand until Jason made a soft, protesting noise and pulled away completely. He sank down next to Dick and pressed a gentle, barely-there kiss to Dick’s injured shoulder.

“Okay?” Dick asked, brushing sweat damp hair back from Jason’s forehead. He wasn’t really sure if this was okay, if Jason wanted this gentleness in the aftermath. He wasn’t sure what all of this meant.

“Yeah,” Jason said, voice rough and low. “Yeah that was - that was good.”

He sounded like he was half way to falling asleep already. Dick huffed. He tucked a stray curl behind Jason’s ear.

“Maybe we could do it again sometime?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant and almost definitely failing. “You know, when I’m not stuck on my back like this.”

Jason squinted one eye open to look at him. “I like you on your back.”

Stupidly, Dick could feel his face flush, as though they weren’t both naked and still sticky with cum. “You know what I meant, Jay.”

Jason grinned, looking boyish and handsome. “I’d like to do this again.”

“Good,” Dick said, grinning back, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “Me too.”