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"Hold on, Dickface, we're almost at the car," Jason mutters, thankful for the voice changer that masks the worry tainting his words. Honestly, he's less concerned about the shallow gash in Dick’s thigh than the face full of orange powder he inhaled.
Still, the wound is going to need stitches and with the others still busy taking down the warehouse full of arms dealers, it's on Jason to take care of that. Not like he was the one who provided the intel for the bust in the first place… but he knows that there's no point in disobeying a direct order from Bruce. Not if he wants to stay on the man's good side.
The older man is practically clinging to him, gloved fingers pawing at Jason's arm like a drunk begging for another bottle. "Jaace… 'm so hot, Jace."
Jason lets out an exasperated sigh, tightening the hold he has on Dick’s waist. "Yeah, I know. You're gonna be fine, drama queen. Let's just get you to the car and then we can dose you up with antidotes and get your leg fixed.
Dick huffs, as though Jason has just gravely offended him. He puffs out his chest, grabbing Jason's face clumsily with both of his hands so he can look him straight in the eyes. "I don't wanna get fixed up… I wanna suck your dick." His speech is slurred but the words are clear enough, especially with their comms still open and transmitting everything they say to the rest of the squad.
Jason splutters, coughing on his own tongue as he hurries to shove Dick along. It’s not like the other has been very subtle with his flirting lately, be it in front of the others or when it’s just the two of them but this is a little on the nose even for him. “What was that? I didn’t catch that?” Oracle’s voice sounds over the comm, clearly barely holding in her laughter.
Her words are followed by an exaggerated fake noise of throwing up - Damian obviously - and a gruff. “Focus. We’re not done here,” from Bruce.
“Little Wiing,” again with that petulant tone, like Dick is some kind of very horny and overgrown toddler. Yikes. No. Gross. Bad comparison . Fuck, with the way Dick is swaying on his feet, whatever poison he inhaled must be fast acting. It doesn’t look like the usual Poison Ivy concoction because Dick isn’t running a fever or fading in and out of consciousness but it clearly has some kind of aphrodisiac component.
Digging his teeth into his bottom lip, he contemplates the situation for a moment, then he taps his earpiece. “Going offline. Meet you at the cave.” And before Bruce can even begin to utter his objection, he pulls the bud out of his ear. A moment later, he snatches Dick’s as well, tucking them into his pocket but not before double-checking that they’re no longer transmitting.
They’ve reached the alley where the Batmobile is parked and suddenly Dick pushes against him with a surprising amount of force, causing him to slam painfully against the side of the car. “Fuck- Dick, chill out…”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before a pair of hungry lips attacks his own. Dick’s kiss is frantic, desperate in his attempt to shove his tongue into Jason’s mouth. He’s drooling too, messily biting and sucking at Jason’s lips until the younger man finally gives in and kisses him back properly.
It draws a guttural moan from Dick, his body shivering and hips rutting forward against his own. “Dickface you- ouch… take out the fucking cup at least before you dry-hump me into next week,” he hisses, trying to get a proper hold on the other’s hips to hold him still. Dick is clearly not concerned with his attempts or complaints at all, his hands eagerly running over Jason’s back before settling on his ass.
“Been dreaming of doing this, little wing,” he purrs, rubbing his face against Jason’s cheek like a cat as he kneads his ass cheeks. “Been wanting to fuck your pretty ass for so long. You always run around with those tight pants like a little slut… just begging for me to teach you a lesson.”
Jason can feel his face heating up at the dirty words spilling from the other’s mouth, pressing a hand against Dick’s lips to shut him up. “What the fuck, Dick…” a hot tongue laps at his fingers and a moment later, a hand presses against his crotch, squeezing him through his pants. And, of course , Jason isn’t wearing any protection for his delicate parts tonight because he figured he wouldn’t need it against a bunch of half-wit crooks. Not when he has the entire bat pack trailing along.
Shit. To say that Dick is getting to him is an understatement. There’s no way not to get hard when the guy is literally massaging his cock like he’s trying to make him come in his pants. “Dick, let’s get you patched up first,” he says, trying his best to push the other off but the older man has a surprising amount of strength for someone in a literal rut. And he’s clearly unwilling to let Jason go anywhere, no matter how reasonable his words may be.
“Don’t care ‘bout gettin’ patched up…” the slurring is getting worse and Dick’s blue eyes are almost black with desire, wide and looking at Jason like he wants to eat rather than fuck him. “‘M gonna make you mine, Little Wing. That slutty ass belongs to me alone…”
And, okay, maybe the possessive energy is doing things to Jason because he’s starting to forget all about why this is a terrible idea. Before he knows what’s happening, Dick is already on his knees, shoving his tactical pants and underwear down just enough to pull out his cock. Shit. Jason is harder than he’s been in a while but he’s definitely not going to admit that it’s mostly because Dick sounds like he really, really wants Jason and that feeds straight into a kink he didn’t even know he had.
His hands scramble to find purchase on the smooth finish of the Batmobile, gloves slipping along the surface until he gives in and buries them in Dick’s hair instead. This earns him a pleased rumble and just a moment later, a hot mouth engulfs his cock. Jason groans, his body shuddering at the sudden contact.
Dick’s fingernails dig into his thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind before he grabs the tender flesh and squeezes hard enough to bruise. “What the-” Jason doesn’t even get the chance to complain before Dick takes the entirety of his cock down his throat, scraping his teeth along the sensitive underside at the same time.
Jason’s thoughts are thrown into disarray, his breath stuck in his throat as the other squeezes the base of his cock and bobs his head, setting a fast pace as he sucks forcefully. And fuck the mixture of pain and pleasure is delicious . He forcefully stills his hips, doesn’t want to overwhelm Dick who seems intent on sucking him dry. Not that it would overwhelm the other because from the looks of it Dick has plenty of experience in this department. Jason would be lying if he claimed that it doesn’t make him a little jealous.
With the adrenaline from the mission coursing through him, it doesn’t take long before he can feel the pleasure building in his gut, can feel the way his body tenses in response to the pleasure. “Dick, I…”
Dark blue eyes focus on him with sudden intensity and Jason is forced to swallow around the lump in his throat. Instinctively, he pushes his hips forward, attempting to thrust deeper into the tight heat around him. To his dismay, that’s the exact moment Dick chooses to pull back, letting his cock slide out of his mouth.
The contrast to the cool night air is jarring, making him gasp and sending an unpleasant shiver through his body. Dick grins, his expression dreamy as he nuzzles Jason's thigh. Then, without any warning, he bites down.
"Aah, fuck-" Jason curses, tugging sharply at the other's hair. Clearly, this doesn't determine the older man from worrying the tender skin between his teeth, sucking until he's left behind an angry, red mark.
“Turn around,” Dick orders and between the fog surrounding his mind and the way those hands are still kneading his thighs, he doesn’t see a reason to disobey. Just a moment later, he can feel the other against his back, Dick’s hands pushing his head down until his cheekbone is painfully pressed against the batmobile.
Jason would be lying if he said that the batmobile has never featured in any of his fantasies but to actually be doing this is a different story entirely. “Bruce is gonna kill us,” he grits out, feeling the cold metal press against his dick. It’s a miracle that he’s still hard, or maybe whatever Dick inhaled is contagious, which probably isn't good.
He flinches instinctively when a slick finger presses into his entrance. Of course, every bat carries vaseline with them, it's one of the essentials Bruce taught them about. And it comes in handy for situations like this, not that fucking out in the open in full costume was on the mission plan.
He realises belatedly that Dick hasn't taken off his gloves and the idea of having those bright blue finger stripes shoved inside of him… well, Jason isn't sure if he should laugh or be weirdly turned on by this.
Dick groans, rubbing himself against Jason’s ass and this time he's taken out the protective cup. He’s hard, his cock dragging over Jason’s cheek. "Such a slutty ass, Little Wing… just begging to be fucked." His voice is a rasp, hot breath fanning over Jason's skin. As though to prove his point, Dick shoves a third finger into him, stretching the tight passage further.
“Then do it already, dickface,” he snarls back, wriggling his ass in an attempt to get the other to get a move on. Jason really doesn’t want to still be in the middle of this when the others return. Though the idea of Bruce catching his golden boy in the middle of fucking Jason’s brains out does have an appeal to it. It might be worth it just for the expression on the bat’s face.
“Impatient slut,” Dick slurs, yanking his fingers out roughly and drawing a strangled moan out of the younger man. “I’ll show you who you belong to.” With that he pushes in, spearing him open with one thrust.
Jason’s nails scrape over the batmobile’s paint. He almost wishes that it would leave scratches, just because of how satisfying that would be. But the car is built to survive being attacked by a Kryptonian, he probably wouldn’t be able to scratch it unless he straight-up shot it.
With Dick’s hand moving from the back of his head to his waist, he can finally move his face into a slightly more comfortable position. The older man doesn’t give him a second to breathe and adjust to the penetration. He sets a brutal pace, fucking himself into the tight heat without restraint. His thrusts jostle Jason’s body, squishing his hard dick between his body and the car. It’s not the most pleasant kind of friction but it’s enough to send sparks of electricity through his body and the idea of being literally forced against the batmobile does its part of the equation.
“Fuck, Dick…” his voice breaks, cut off by an embarrassingly loud moan. He rolls his hips back against the other, his vision nearly whiting out as Dick shifts his angle and starts pounding right into his prostate. He can’t hold on like that, his head falling against the car as he comes with a broken gasp, painting the dark metal with thick stripes of white.
Dick’s fingers dig painfully into his waist, dragging Jason back against him with every thrust like he’s trying to break him apart. The overstimulation is driving him insane, his breaths shallow and his heart racing in his chest. Dick doesn’t show any indication of stopping, rutting into him frantically until he finally stills, his hips flush against Jason’s ass as he comes.
He slumps forward a moment later, draping himself over Jason, his chest heaving. “Fuck, little wing… that was… fantastic.” His voice has lost its slur and instead sounds heavy with exhaustion. “Let’s do this again soon.”