Title: Simple noble-winged seraphs Series: The only immortality Summary: The weird vibes come more along the lines of wanting a hug than any thug in Gotham would believe. Notes: The last person who asked me for Bruce/Jason was Todd. This was not actually what he wanted. Applicable canon: "I admit it. I was lonely. I missed you." Rating: Adult. Content some readers may find disturbing. Disclaimer: They belong to DC Comics and not to me. He's been getting weird vibes from Batman since day one. Well, it's Batman, and Batman is weird, so that shouldn't be surprising. It's just that the weird vibes come more along the lines of wanting a hug than any thug in Gotham would believe. There's only so long Jason can ignore that kind of thing -- especially from the guy who's taking him in and feeding him and sending him to a really good school. Adopting him. So now he's got a dad. But that's not the vibe, either. That's not the way Batman looks at him -- or the way Bruce does, either. It's not just that Jason's first experience with having a dad was fucked up, because sure, his dad was pretty useless, but he knows what dads are supposed to be like. The way Bruce tousles his hair -- and lingers, a second too long -- just doesn't cut it. He knows that look. It's the way movie stars look at the girl they're falling for, and the way the girl looks back. So he pushes, a little. Just to see -- because maybe he's wrong, and maybe Bruce will throw him out of bed. But he doesn't. He stops in the doorway. He stares. He laughs, just once. A very Batman laugh. Sharp. "Jason," he says. Jason says, "I couldn't sleep." It's so not true. Bruce is smiling at him. Maybe it's the weirdest thing yet. "Then you can stay." "Cool," Jason says, and Bruce gets into bed like Jason really is five and having a nightmare instead of being fourteen and wide awake. "You should try to sleep," Bruce says, and strokes his hair. Strokes, not tousles. Fuck sleeping. Jason kisses him. Bruce makes a little choked noise. So, okay, he wasn't expecting this. Jason's all braced to be tossed out and given a lecture. He's not really sure he's okay with the way Bruce hugs him, says, "God, Jason," and kisses him back until he can't breathe. But he started it, and it's not like he can complain about it. The way Bruce kisses him -- he's pretty sure the guy doesn't have a lot of time for romance, but maybe that shouldn't mean he holds onto Jason this tight. Whatever it is, Bruce is pushing down his pajama pants and mouthing his neck hard by the time Jason can say, "So this is okay?" "Yes," Bruce says. "You're -- this is--" He shakes his head a little and bites Jason's ear, which shouldn't feel as good as it does. "You're perfect." Jason wants to laugh, but he's too breathless to do it right. "Never heard that one before." Bruce's hand is on him, hot and huge, callused in ways Jason's aren't yet. "I would never ask you for this." He  knows better than to point out that there's more than one way to ask somebody for something, and that the way Bruce asks with his eyes is as effective as saying the words. "That's reassuring," he says instead. It makes Bruce laugh again, which is at least as weird as Bruce kissing him,  "Beautiful," he says, between those kisses that make Jason's brain break. When did he get a thing for this huge, scary guy with a lot of scars and a lot of issues? Does it even matter, because Bruce doesn't ask for what he needs. He just takes it, kiss after kiss, laying Jason out on his bed and pulling off his clothes. Maybe Jason can say no. But -- he knows damn well that Bruce wants this -- even if Bruce wasn't staring at him now with that look like it's Christmas in hell -- it's not like Bruce is just going to walk away. That look in his eyes wasn't any less weird when Jason was wearing clothes. At least this way when Bruce leans in with a soft, dangerous noise, he's not trying to spar with Jason. He's just -- sucking him. Hard. Hot. Wet. It's not what Jason expected. It makes him run his fingers through Bruce's hair and forget to be gentle, whimper hard and shake harder. It's a lot like being helpless even if it is something Bruce is doing to make him feel good. "Jason," Bruce says, pausing, and Jason just moans, trying to pull his head down again. "My fearless boy." He's not feeling fearless, just crazy with wanting Bruce's mouth on him again. "Jesus, Bruce, don't stop." "It's all right," Bruce says, and licks him in a way that makes Jason's eyes roll back in his head. "I'll be careful." "God, please, yes, fuck yes." Jason reaches for his shoulders and Bruce catches his hand, squeezes his fingers hard. "It'll be all right." "Don't fucking stop and I'll be fine," Jason says. "Don't just sit there. I want you, and it's not like this is getting any healthier. Just let me get off already." Bruce gives him one of those 'You'll understand when you're older' smiles. "Perfect, Robin." Jason hasn't even got time to wonder how fucked up this is going to get before Bruce is on him again, licking and sucking at just the right speed, with pressure in all the right places, and he can't do anything except shudder and fist his hands in Bruce's hair and try not to scream when he comes. Bruce pets his thighs while he's still trying to get his breath back and gives him this smile that -- okay, so Bruce is legally his father, and it's a smile like that, except Bruce's lips are all wet and swollen, too. "You're beautiful," Bruce says. "Oh," Jason says. "Um." Bruce kisses his thigh. "Is this what you wanted?" He's kind of lost track, somewhere, and his brain is still stuck on sex mode. "I guess." Bruce looks up sharply. "Are you all right?" "Yeah." Jason sits up. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just -- kind of a lot to deal with." Bruce hugs him again. There's that hunger, and the dad thing. And his breath smells like come. Maybe Jason should be running away, except Bruce is hugging him too tightly. "It'll be all right." "Yeah," Jason says again. "Yeah, it will." "You can go to sleep," Bruce says, and he's petting Jason's back. "I owe you one," Jason says, and reaches for him. So maybe he's not used to the dad thing, and maybe Bruce isn't used to the kid thing -- he'll have to ask the superhero formerly known as Robin sometime, in private. But the 'you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours' thing is easy. Bruce nuzzles his neck again. "You don't have to." Jason laughs and strokes him. Bruce shivers and makes a little growly sound, but lets him do it. Jason bites at his ear -- if Bruce likes it, it's not that weird. "I snuck in here. I'm not just going to leave you hanging." "You're free to go," Bruce says, and his voice breaks in the middle. "Fuck that," Jason says, and scoots down the bed to suck him. "You want me here, right?" "Yes," Bruce admits. He's back to stroking Jason's hair. "Then I'm here." Jason hasn't actually done this in a while -- mostly it's fucking, out there in the wonderful land without regular bathing, whether it's for money or bodyheat at night -- but Bruce doesn't seem to notice he's a little off. He's making less noise than he would be if they were sparring, except that when Jason gags a little he props himself up a little and says, "This isn't necessary." "I know," Jason says, and does it again, even though it hurts his throat a little. Bruce shudders and doesn't thrust. It's gotta take a lot of energy to just lie there and take this when Jason knows his rhythm's terrible and Bruce -- moans. "You don't -- you don't have to prove yourself, Robin." "Sure I don't," Jason says, and plays with Bruce's balls while he catches his breath a little. "You never said this was part of the job, anyway." "It's not." Bruce squeezes his shoulder hard. "It never was." "Then it's extracurricular." Jason licks him and manages not to wince at the taste or the way Bruce's fingers tighten. "I'm cool with that." "You're perfect," Bruce says, and pets him way too gently. Jason's not sure whether that was the Batman voice, or whether he's just paranoid and kind of needing to breathe more than he is right now. His jaw is starting to hurt a little, and he's really not used to using his tongue this much. Even using both hands, he's not very good at this. It's almost a relief when Bruce's hips move a little -- at least he's responding, so Jason's doing something right. Bruce shudders and makes himself stop, even though he's breathing really hard and his thighs are still shaking. "Stop, Jay." Nobody's called him that in so long -- Jason lets him go and looks up. "Did I --" But Bruce is shuddering again, harder, pulling him up by his shoulders. He flips them over and moves Jason's hand back to his cock, makes him go faster and squeeze harder. "Perfect, Robin." And he comes all over Jason's belly, which is probably better than in his mouth. "You're not half bad yourself," Jason says. Bruce kisses him. "You're dangerous, Jay." Jason grins. "Thanks." "You -- you shouldn't be here." Bruce runs his hand down Jason's chest and gets his fingers all sticky. "Hey, it was my idea. And it didn't turn out so bad, did it?" Bruce frowns. "That depends." "Oh, come on, Bruce." Jason kisses him again. "I had fun, you had fun, nobody got any permanent damage." "Perhaps." "I really need a shower, though." Jason wriggles a little and Bruce gets off him. "Come get clean with me?" Bruce chuckles. "I'm not sure that's possible." Jason grins at him. "Well, we'll see what we can do." And now you know In the minds of future generations
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