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It is positively sinful how good Jason looks tonight.
Dick can’t seem to tear his eyes away from his boyfriend, watching with lustful eyes as he filters his way through the crowds at the annual Wayne gala, politely chatting with various groups of people.
Don’t get him wrong- his boyfriend always looks good, what with his perfectly sculpted jaw, his piercing blue eyes, the way he tilts his head and smiles… But there’s something particularly alluring about him tonight, his perfectly tailored suit doing wonders for his delicious thighs and ass, his suit coat stretching over his muscular shoulders as he moves.
It’s taking every ounce of self restraint in Dick’s being to not devour Jason right here right now, morals and secrecy be damned. Who cares if they’re keeping their relationship on the down-low? Dick needs Jason begging and underneath him stat.
But, of course, Dick refrains. He keeps his hands to himself as the night drags on, though he does allow his eyes to drink their fill. Who could blame him for looking after all? It isn’t too suspicious- you’d have to be blind not to notice how delectable Jason looks tonight.
And people are noticing. Dick takes note of quite a few heads turning every time Jason walks by, watches with a twitch in his eye at the way that their gazes follow the shape of Jason’s ass as he moves, the way that their expressions cloud with lust.
Dick hates it. His hands close into fists at his sides as he watches it all unfold before him, people getting bolder and less discreet the longer that the night drags on, the alcohol in their systems clearly lending to poor judgement.
From the moment Jason had walked in the room tonight, Dick was a goner. He’s gonna straight up murder someone if this keeps going on.
Calm down Dick. Don’t make a scene. Easier said then done, what with how things are progressing. Really, people have no shame-
Someone lays a flirtatious hand on Jason’s arm as they talk. Later, a woman giggles and leans her head on Jason’s shoulder. A man way too old for Jason bites his lip as Jason bends over to retrieve a dropped napkin. And Jason never bats an eye.
Because the worst part? Jason has absolutely no clue the effect that he can have on people. No damn clue at all. He just doesn’t see himself as someone desirable, and therefor never takes into account the affect he can have on people. And so he never dismisses the advances. Because he just can’t see them.
It drives Dick insane. Absolutely, positively insane. He’s never quite come to terms with his jealous streak, but it’s there all the same. Very obviously there, in fact.
It would be better if he could just publicly stake his claim. If he could drape himself over Jason’s body, wrap a protective and possessive arm around his waist. If he could plainly and pointedly kiss him on the cheek and introduce him as his boyfriend to all of their guests.
But he can’t. Maybe someday he’ll be able to, but for now, he and Jason have both agreed that it’s for the best that they keep things just between them. Jason isn’t ready to come out yet, and Dick doesn’t want to deal with Bruce’s reaction.
So really, it’s best that he stay away tonight. Who knows what he’d do if he were standing beside Jason as someone bats their eyes and looks at him seductively.
Murder. We’ve already established that, Dick reminds himself. Because your self restraint is close to nonexistent. So you’ve gotta keep your distance.
He has to agree with himself, though it doesn’t stop him wishing that he could show everyone who exactly Jason belongs to. Not to any of them, that’s for sure. And he really can’t just yet, but he fantasizes about it all the same. It helps keep his rage in check anyway.
The gala is almost over. Just gotta make it through a little more. You can do this, Dick tells himself firmly as yet another person lays a flirtatious hand on Jason, this time on his chest. He can’t do this, but he’s gonna. Hands to himself for just another hour or so.
It’s proving to be quite the challenge. Everyone looks at Jason like they’d love to take him apart, piece by impossibly delicious piece. They look like they want to put their hands on every crevice, every plane and valley, touching and calming and owning.
And the problem is- so does Dick. He doesn’t own Jason. He knows this. But it doesn’t stop him from wanting to run his hands all over him, biting and touching and marking him up, placing his signature on his property.
Fuck, Dick thinks as his mind wanders to places of sweaty skin and high pitched moans. This is not helpful right now. Not at all. He shakes his head and focuses on listening to the words of the Mayor’s wife, who is currently detailing some story to the group Dick is standing in, something about a barbecue gone horrendously wrong . Dick can hardly hear a word.
One more hour, Dick thinks miserably.
It’s gonna be the longest sixty minutes of his life.
——
Dick makes it through the gala. Somehow. He only had to suffer through roughly eight more people shamelessly flirting with Jason- but he’s made it. And he’s already crumpled up the number someone slipped Jason on a cocktail napkin, so at least that made him feel a little better.
Kinda. Sorta.
….Not really.
But at least it’s over. The final stragglers make their way from the Manor, wishing the Wayne family well as they head off into the crisp and cold night. Damian has already slipped off to bed, and god knows where Tim is. Though, now that Dick thinks about it, he isn’t all that sure that he ever saw Kon leave. Maybe he isn’t the only one feeling the need to get his hands on his boyfriend after such a long night.
And oh does he want to get his hands on Jason pronto. The longer he waits, the more he sees flirtatious smiles behind his eyes, women who shamelessly touch and men who obviously look. He needs to burn it all from his memory.
He needs Jason.
His boyfriend is currently standing across the room, speaking softly with Cass as they both smile and laugh. Dick waits until he can catch his eye, and then he pointedly looks in the general direction of the halls.
Follow me, his eyes clearly say. Jason nods minutely in response.
Dick doesn’t wait to see if Jason follows. He bids goodnight to Bruce and heads off in pursuit of his old bedroom, knowing that Alfred had prepared it for him since the gala had been expected to go so late. He’s never been more thankful that his and Jason’s old rooms are in the same hallway, seeing as no one will think twice when they both venture off into the same part of the Manor. Less excuses for them to worry about making.
He keeps walking until he’s well out of the sight of the others, turning down yet another hall as he heads to his room. He pauses then, waiting somewhat impatiently for Jason to pop around the corner.
He does after a moment or so, and Dick surges forward to seize his wrist.
“Hey,” Jason says with a grin. An infuriatingly innocent looking grin. Dick could just explode.
“Come on,” he says, rougher than he’d intended. But Jason doesn’t comment. Just blinks his eyes and nods. Dick pulls him along the rest of the short distance to his bedroom, unceremoniously pushing Jason through the door and closing it behind them.
“What’s- mrph,” Dick silences Jason’s question with his lips, pressing him roughing back onto the closed door, crowding his body up against him. Jason doesn’t react for a moment, and for a second Dick worries that he’s overstepped a boundary- but then suddenly Jason’s kissing him back, pressing kiss after heated kiss on his lips as he slowly wraps his arms around Dick’s waist.
“I hated how good you looked tonight,” Dick pants into Jason’s mouth. He slips a thigh in between the other’s legs, pleased to already find him slightly hard. “Hated how everyone looked at you.”
“Whaddya mean?” Jason slurs as his mouth slides against Dick’s, his fingers digging gently into his waist. Dick groans softly as Jason pulls him harder against himself, then quickly shakes himself. No way is Jason gonna be in control of this one. Nope. Nuh-uh.
Dick places his hands on Jason’s hips, pressing him into the door as he starts to kiss a path down from his lips to his neck. Jason obediently lifts his head as he does so, barring the expanse of his neck for Dick. He sucks at the underside of Jason’s jaw, loving the way that Jason whines softly as he does so. He always makes the prettiest of noises.
“Everyone wanted a piece of you,” Dick says between kisses. “I hated it.” He begins to fumble with Jason’s bow tie, undoing it and throwing it to the floor before trying to shove Jason’s suit coat from his shoulders.
“Off,” he demands as he struggles to get the coat down Jason’s broad shoulders.
“Give me some space then,” Jason huffs. Dick reluctantly backs up a smidge to allow Jason to slip the coat from his shoulders. He watches impatiently as he finishes sliding it off, tossing it rather unceremoniously onto a lounge chair.
Dick crushes their lips back together once he’s done. He nips and licks at Jason’s mouth, so beyond eager to taste him. A particularly rough flash of teeth draws out a moan from Jason, and he’s rewarded with another as he begins to suck lightly at Jason’s bottom lip.
Jason comes up for air a moment later. “W-what do you mean- everyone wanted me?” Jason pants, his eyes now darkened with desire.
Dick huffs and rolls his eyes. You’re so perceptive of literally everyone but yourself Jay, he thinks to himself.
”You didn’t notice everyone flirting with you? Or notice them draping themselves all over you?”
Jason raises one eyebrow. Mixed with his flushed cheeks and mused hair, and it’s honestly way sexier looking then it should be. “No?”
Dick huffs again at Jason’s answer. “You’re so thick,” he says, trailing a finger along Jason’s jaw as he continues. “Practically everyone wanted a taste of what’s mine tonight.”
Dick cringes mentally at the last part. It had just… slipped out. God damn it.
Though… Jason doesn’t seem to mind. His lips part into a silent ‘O’ as he swallows thickly, before giving a breathy laugh. “What, you jealous?”
Dick practically growls. “Yes. I had to sit back and watch as you didn’t do a thing to stop it.”
Jason worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I didn’t realize people were… doing anything. I would’ve stopped them if I’d realized.”
All of the fight leaches out of Dick at Jason’s worried tone. He sighs heavily. “It’s ok,” he says softly. “You didn’t know.” He begins drawing patterns on the front of Jason’s dress shirt. “I just… wish people knew. That you’re mine, and stuff. I wish I could… claim you, somehow.”
He can feel his cheeks heating at his own admission. He feels so… silly, now that he’s said it out loud. But he still can’t get the images of people hanging all over Jason out of his head. The memory of them burns like a fire behind his eyes.
“Then claim me,” Jason says, and Dick snaps his eyes up to meet his.
“What?”
“Claim me,” Jason repeats, his eyes now glowing. “Mark me up. Make me yours.”
Holy shit-
“Y-you sure?”
Jason looks intently at Dick as he answers. “Yes.”
And- oh fuck does that sound amazing. Dick feels his mouth go dry at his words, feels his heart jolt and begin pumping a mile a minute. All of the heat from earlier comes back, and it goes right to his cock.
And Jason… he looks so earnest. So determined. Like he really, truly, honestly wants this. It’s… perfect.
Dick doesn’t even respond. He just crushes his lips back into Jason’s, fingers working at his dress shirt’s buttons. He undoes them all with deft fingers, pressing harshly against Jason as he does so, grinding their hips together. He practically tears the shirt off of him, his finger exploring the newly exposed skin as he pushes his tongue into the other’s mouth.
He runs his hands all over his glorious muscles. Scrapes his nails lightly over his smooth skin. His fingers find a nipple and he circles it with his thumb, rolling the bud back and forth before suddenly pinching it. Jason lets out a high pitched gasp.
“I’m gonna make you scream my name,” Dick says against Jason’s lips. Jason whimpers. “Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
Jason groans as Dick grinds his thigh against his crotch. He’s definitely hard now. Dick can’t help the flicker of satisfaction that courses through him at the thought. “I’m yours,” Jason pants. It’s still not enough.
Dick slides his hips against the other’s, each little pass so deliciously marvelous. His head is so clouded with desire, he can hardly think straight. All he can see, hear, and taste is just a heavenly chorus of Jason, Jason, Jason. He needs to be inside of him, needs to taste more of him, needs to breathe him in.
He needs Jason underneath him. Needs to press him into the mattress and fuck him so good that he can hardly remember his own name. Needs to pound into him until Jason can hardly walk without remembering Dick.
Dick moans softly at the thought alone, his head dizzy with desire as memories of others still push into his mind. His motions intensify as he turns Jason suddenly and walks him back toward his bed. He kisses him all the while, trying to practically inhale the other.
Jason stumbles as he bumps into the bed, and Dick pushes him roughly down onto it, already moving to climb atop of him. His legs straddle the other’s hips while one of his hands presses Jason firmly into the bedding, loving the glazed over look in Jason’s eyes.
Hi expression is just… so soft as he looks up at Dick between thick lashes, his mouth slightly parted as he draws in a thin breath. He looks so thoroughly and wonderfully debauched, and they’ve hardly even started.
God is he beautiful. And the worst part is, he’s entirely unaware of it. Entirely oblivious to how hard he makes Dick’s heart pound, how flushed he makes his body. How much he makes his entire being pulse with want, his body aching to be near him, to be on him, to be in him.
It’s infuriating. So, so infuriating.
Dick reaches a hand out to brush the hair from Jason’s forehead, smirking as Jason’s head follows the movement, his face pressing into Dick’s palm. Exposing his delicious neck.
Dick leans down, bracing his hands on Jason’s shoulders as he bites, relishing the sharp intake of breath in the man underneath him. Loving the feeling of Jason’s muscles tensing when Dick presses his tongue flat against the place of his assault, smoothing over the mark.
“Fuck Dick-“ Jason let’s out a hiss as Dick begins sucking on the spot, intent on making a mark that will show. Or maybe two marks.
Or three. Or four.
Dick pulls back with a wicked grin once he’s satisfied with the landscape of bruises that he’s painted, his sharp eyes meeting Jason’s. A dusting of pink covers his boyfriend’s cheeks at the look that Dick is giving him, and while he can’t see his own face, he knows it’s positively predatory in appearance. Meanwhile Jason looks like a rabbit caught in a snare, a baby doe halted by the harsh glow of headlights.
“You look so pretty like this Jay,” Dick says as he studies him. “So docile. So submissive.” Jason shudders at his tone. Dick can’t stop the wave of satisfaction that it brings him. “And I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”
He leans down and licks a hot stripe across Jason’s pecs, his cock throbbing in his pants as Jason groans. He’s been dragging this out for too long.
His hands find the hem of Jason's pants, his fingers dipping underneath them to trace at his skin. “Please-“ Jason gasps, and that’s all the prompting Dick needs.
He unzips Jason’s pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, leaving him entirely bare. His hard cock bobs forward, no longer confined, and Dick literally thinks he salivates a bit. He definitely groans, that’s for sure. The sight is just too heavenly, the head of his cock already flushed red and wet with precum. Dick can’t help but stare.
“Y-you’re still dressed,” Jason complains as Dick runs his hungry eyes all over his body.
“And? Maybe I like how vulnerable it makes you.”
Jason flushes and looks aside, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Interesting. Dick files the information away for another time.
For now though, he begins to undo his own bow tie, to shrug off his own coat. Teasing be damned- he needs to feel Jason beneath him, skin to skin. He can experiment with Jason’s reaction when he’s not so hot and bothered himself.
Jason watches as Dick removes his shirt, his eyes half lidded. Dick loves how docile he’s being. Just laying there, waiting for whatever Dick gives him. It’s a heady feeling, seeing such a powerful man reduced to a state like this, presenting himself so submissively for him. Dick still can’t believe he’s the one who gets this side of him.
Dick continues to admire the view as he shoves off his own pants, and then his boxers right after, not worrying about putting on a show. He’s so achingly hard, and has been for quite a while now. He wraps a hand around his throbbing cock, pumping himself a few times as he looks down at Jason, who gazes back up at him with shining eyes.
“Look at you,” Dick muses as he releases his cock. “All laid out for me. Gonna mark you up real good,” he says as he begins to slide his hands up Jason’s thighs. “Gonna make it so you never forget who you belong to.”
He spreads apart Jason’s thighs, settling himself down in between them. Jason doesn’t resist at all, his whole body pliant under Dick’s hands.
“Everyone was looking at these thighs,” Dick murmurs as he digs into them with his fingers. He bends down and begins pressing open mouthed kisses into the flesh of Jason’s right thigh. “Not a single one of them knew that they’re mine.”
Dick bites down suddenly, heat coiling in his belly as Jason whimpers. He begins to nip and suck and mouth at his thigh, slowly working his way higher. Taking his sweet time.
Jason’s skin is going to be positively dappled in bruises. The mental picture fills Dick with pleasure. Hot, thick, pleasure.
His mouth gets incredibly close to Jason’s cock, but he skirts around it, favoring the skin on his hip instead. Jason whines as his mouth moves further away from his member, though Dick pays little mind. He’s still focused on marking Jason up, on biting at his flesh.
“P-please Dick,” Jason’s voice is breathy and high pitched. And the fact that it’s Dick who made it that way only adds to his satisfaction. His pillar of jealousy is slowly getting chipped away.
Dick brings his mouth back toward Jason’s cock, teasingly licking the skin around the base. Still ignoring the actual thing. He smirks as Jason writhes around, seeking pressure.
Dick lifts his head and licks at the tip of Jaosn’s cock, his tongue sliding over the beads of precum. The taste floods Dick’s senses, salty and a bit bitter and entirely Jason.
He breathes a huff of air onto the spot he’s just licked, watching as Jason’s hips buck into the air. Dick moves away, tutting as he studies the man below him.
“Behave,” he scolds. Jason’s flush darkens.
“Please Dick-“ Jason’s words are cut off by a sharp gasp as Dick suddenly takes him in mouth.
He swallows him right down to the base, hollowing out his cheeks and relishing the loud moan he elicits from Jason. He uses a hand to push Jason’s hips into the bed, preventing him from bucking and he begins to bob his head. He goes slower than he usually would, taking his time to swirl his tongue around the head as he comes up, to lick at his slit and to tease him instead of taking him deeper.
“Oh God-“
Dick grins around Jason’s cock as he takes him all the way down again, hollowing out his cheeks as Jason moans. He can feel how close Jason already is to finishing, can sense it in the way his body tenses and his whines get thinner and his gasps more frequent. His own cock drags against the sheets as he moves, the feeling sending sparks through him, though it’s not nearly enough.
Dick pops off before Jason can finish, smiling down at him as Jason’s eyes fly open, looking wildly up at him.
“You’re not coming before I do,” Dick says as he strokes himself a bit, his aching cock demanding attention. Jason takes in a stuttering breath.
Dick turns his attention back to Jason now, pushing his legs apart further. He traces a finger around his entrance, feeling Jason tense and relax beneath him.
“God you’re so pretty little wing,” Dick teasingly presses his thumb against Jason’s rim. “Just begging to be filled up with my cum.”
Jason lets out a soft moan. “Yes. God yes.”
Dick smirks. “I’m gonna mark you as mine from the inside,” he says as he trails his finger in a circle on his rim. “Gonna make you feel so good like only I can.”
“Then d-do it,” Jason says with a note of impatience in his voice. The effect is quickly lost as Dick pushes harder on his hole, causing him to gasp.
Dick backs away for only a moment to rummage through the drawer in the nightstand beside the bed, quickly finding the bottle of lube. He settles himself back between Jason’s legs, uncapping the bottle as he pours a generous amount onto his fingers.
He presses one finger against Jason’s tight hole, gently pushing until it’s halfway in. Jason’s body loosens a bit as he takes in a breath and relaxes, his tense muscles slowly releasing.
Dick begins to pump his finger in and out, going deeper with each push. When Jason feels stretched enough, he adds another finger, slowly pushing in. He begins to scissor his fingers, taking his time to properly prepare him, even though he’d love to go much faster. Jason huffs and tries to push himself back on Dick’s fingers, but he presses a hand onto his hips to stop him.
“Patient Jay,” he scolds. Jason huffs again.
He adds a third finger and pushes in with little resistance, curling his fingers as he aims for the right place- there. Jason practically mewls in reaction to Dick brushing against his prostate, and he continues to moan and gasp as Dick does it again and again.
“N-need you in me Dick,” Jason pants. ”Please.”
Dick doesn’t need to be told twice. He removes his fingers, squirting a bit more lube onto his hand as he begins to thoroughly coat his cock. He presses the tip up against Jason’s stretched hole, feeling him jolt beneath him.
He pushes in with one drawn out thrust, Jason’s body taking him willingly. He leans himself down onto Jason once he’s in, pressing an open mouthed kiss onto his lips as he waits a moment for Jason to be adjusted.
“You’re being so good for me Jay,” he coos. “So good.” Jason responds by arching his back, trying to get impossibly closer to Dick as he kisses him back with sluggish motions. Dick snakes out an arm to seek Jason’s hand, interlacing their fingers as he presses it down into the mattress.
After a moment he begins moving, pulling all the way out before snapping his hips back in roughly. Jason moans against his mouth, no longer having the energy to kiss him back, though a string of nonsensical words escape his lips. Dick is certain that he catches his own name once or twice. Another snap of his hips and Jason throws his head back, moaning almost loud enough for Dick to be worried about the others hearing. Keyword- almost. The Manor’s bedrooms are all spread out enough. They should be fine.
He sets a steady rhythm as he thrusts in and out of Jason, sucking another mark into his neck as he moves. His free hand comes up to Jason’s right nipple, rubbing the bud beneath his thumb as he pounds into him. Jason is quickly reduced to a shuddering, whimpering mess, the sounds he makes like music to Dick’s ears.
And god does Jason feel good around Dick. His tight heat is oh so good, the feeling of his body around him simply devine. Already he can feel himself nearing his finish, and while he’d love more than anything to keep going- it feels too good to slow down.
And besides just physically feeling good, it feels mentally good too. To debauch Jason in a way that only he can. To undo the strong and alluring and annoyingly oblivious man, to think of how only an hour ago people had been lusting after him, and now here he is, moaning as Dick pounds into his ass. He may not get to tell the world just yet, but it is undeniably clear that Jason is his.
All too soon he’s hanging on the edge, his release just moments away. He wraps a hand around Jason’s cock as he continues to thrust into him, stroking him with rough and quick motions. Jason comes almost immediately at all the combined stimulates, crying out Dick’s name as he spills onto his stomach and Dick’s hand, his muscles tensing around him as he does. That, plus the sound of Jason finishing is all Dick needs, and after another snap of his hips, he’s coming too, filling Jason with his release. Claiming him, just as he’d said he would.
Dick collapses atop of Jason when he’s done, not bothering to pull out quite yet. He nuzzles at his neck as he rides out the high from his orgasm, breathing in sync with the man below him. He takes the hand that had been on Jason’s chest and moves it shakily to his hair, softly stroking the sweaty strands.
They stay that way for a moment or two, until finally Dick rolls off of Jason, pulling out and flopping down beside him. He stares up at the ceiling as Jason shifts beside him, nuzzling himself close to Dick and laying his head on his chest. Dick resumes his hair petting, smiling softly as Jason intertwines their legs.
“Still feeling jealous?” Jason asks after a while, his voice startling Dick.
“Not really,” Dick replies sheepishly. “Though I know I will as soon as someone flirts with you again.”
Jason begins to trace patterns onto Dick’s chest. “It won’t be like this forever.”
“I know,” Dick says with a sigh. “And I know you wouldn’t like, do anything, so it’s all stupid anyway.” He swallows once before continuing. “I just hate seeing people do what I can’t, what only I should be allowed to do.” Dick cringes once the words are out in the open. God does he sound so possessive.
“It’s not stupid,” Jason says. “I, um… I feel the same whenever I see someone looking a little too closely at you, or staring bluntly at your ass.” Jason pushes himself up slightly to look Dick in the eye. “But you are the only one who can do that stuff with me. I’m entirely yours Dick.”
Jason’s words send butterflies to Dick’s stomach, his heart racing at the admission. After everything they’ve just done, Jason’s words still manage to draw forth a shy kind of wonder from him.
“I love you Jay,” he says lamely, because what else can you say to a thing like that? Thankfully Jason doesn’t seem to mind his lack of grandeur, his face breaking with a smile as he lays back down onto Dick. “I love you too,” Jason says. And damn does that make Dick’s heart skip a beat.
The silence that follows is comfortable and soothing, and after a while, Dick is almost certain that Jason has fallen asleep, all too tuckered out from the night and then their… activities.
Dick places a soft kiss atop his head, shifting to grab the comforter and pull it over them. He wraps his arms around Jason, pulling him close, breathing deeply in his scent. Somehow even after an ungodly amount of hours socializing, and then after some of the most debauching sex they’ve had in a while, the smell of Jason’s cologne and body wash still clings to him.
Well, that, mixed with the unmistakable scents of sweat and sex. Dick has half a mind to remember that they ought to clean themselves up, but he really can’t summon the energy.
Oh well. Now we have an excuse to shower together in the morning, he thinks to himself as he feels a bone-deep weariness set over him. As if they’ve ever needed an excuse.
As he lays there with Jason in his arms, he can’t help but marvel at how lucky he is. To have Jason as his own. To get to enjoy these peaceful little moments with him. To get to mark him up and to have Jason just as turned on about it as him…
Yeah. He’s pretty damn lucky. It almost makes the torture from the gala tonight worth it, seeing as what it led to.
The gentle arms of sleep begin to wrap themselves around Dick after another moment or so, pulling him softly away as his mind is too worn out to think much longer. He clings tightly to Jason as he drifts off, holding what is his close, as though fearful that if he loosens his grip, he might be taken from him.
And he can’t help the smile that ghosts his lips as he slips off into sleep, because Jason is his and he is Jason’s.
It’s wonderful. It’s perfect.
And that thought, along with Jason’s touch, is just enough to extinguish the fire of jealousy that had burned inside of him all night.