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“You’re such a little creep, you know that?”
“Mhm,” Tim hums. The phone is steady in his hand, but he’s more preoccupied with nosing over Jason’s neck. He’s been pressing kisses into it for the last five minutes. “You feel so good.”
By now, Jason’s blush is permanent. “Shut up and put your back into it.”
It’s quite literally ‘Cyber Security and Secret Identity 101’ to never film themselves outside the masks, but Tim is terrifyingly convincing. If he wasn’t, Jason would not be covering half his face with one hand while Tim records himself pounding into him. They’ve been at it for half an hour and the little freak hasn’t taken one break to rest his wrist. His other hand is braced against the mattress, next to Jason’s head, and he keeps leaning in to whisper stupid things.
“You’re so hot,” Tim whines, like he’s already thinking about watching the replay.
“Obviously,” Jason grumbles. His other hand has been jerking himself off, but Tim’s insistence on taking things slow has made it impossible to get enough momentum to actually cum. Tim usually likes fucking him fast and messy, so Jason was not anticipating things taking this long. Turns out Voyeur Wonder is a whole different person with a camera.
“Your legs were my sexual awakening,” Tim says, apropos of nothing. “I used to follow you around the rooftops and snap as many pics of them as I could. Saw you choke a guy out with your thighs once and I was never the same.”
“Don’t,” Jason gasps when Tim hits his prostate dead-on. “Don’t blame me for your baby pervert fantasies.”
“But it’s your fault. I was so normal about Dick.”
Jason snorts. “Liar.”
“Yeah.” Tim shifts to catch Jason’s gaze. His pupils are comically blown, pinning the older man with all the interest of a scientist dissecting his favorite bug. “But I never wanted to fuck him.”
Jason swallows.
“I never wanted to feel the way he’d open up around me, to hear how sweet he sounded when he had a cock in him. That was all you.”
Jason strangles a very embarrassing moan. “Feel free to stop talking.”
“No, you like it.” Tim grins. “Show me how much?”
His grip on the phone shifts, so he’s angling it down at where they’re connected. Tim leans back so the hand on the mattress trails down Jason’s torso, past his straining dick and coming to rest against his stretched rim. A finger taps the twitching muscle with consideration.
“Your body’s always been honest with me. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Jason clenches down involuntarily, feels the way Tim pushes deeper inside him, and keens despite himself. The camera flicks back up to his face.
“Very good,” Tim exhales. For all his hubris, he’s just as breathless. “You’re so good, Jason.”
“Nhhghh.”
Encouraged, Tim picks up the pace. His hand grips the back of Jason’s thigh and presses it forward to give himself more room. Jason hooks his calf into the small of Tim’s back, drawing him in impatiently. Tim doesn’t need to be told what to do. He grinds deeper with every thrust, speeding up and jolting Jason further up the mattress, and his words take on a frantic tone.
“Let me see you. Please? Please, baby?”
Jason twists his head away, palm still firmly over his mouth. He doesn’t want to see Tim’s kicked puppy expression, the one he pulls out when Jason tries to chase him off during patrol because it isn’t great for Red Hood’s reputation to have Red Robin mooning all over him in front of criminals. Tim is all sorts of manipulative, Jason knows. He’s also humiliatingly honest and shameless about how obsessed he is with Jason.
“Please?”
Tim’s voice cracks the tiniest bit, and Jason is just enough of an idiot to look back at him. It takes only a few more seconds before he’s dropping the hand from his mouth and averting his gaze, avoiding the full-blown smile that Tim gives him.
“I love you so much.”
Jason shivers, reaching out to grasp for Tim’s shoulder. He misses and his fingers slide off the younger man’s side, but he’s not looking back up for anything. The sound that escapes his throat is vulnerable enough as is.
“Oh,” Tim says.
There’s a thump on the mattress beside him, and Jason jumps a little. It’s the phone, lens face down in the sheets where Tim dropped it. Jason has a moment to wonder why it’s blurry, before both of Tim’s hands are curling around his face. They guide him up while Tim leans over.
“That’s okay, you’re okay.” Tim presses the words into his lips, kissing over tear tracks. “I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.”
Jason kisses him back, fingers finally finding purchase when Tim links their hands together. His thumb strokes over the callouses on Jason’s palm before he pushes their hands back into the mattress. The other hand joins Jason’s on his dick, and Jason whimpers between their mouths.
“God. You’re gorgeous,” Tim pants. He picks up his thrusts at the same pace that he’s tugging Jason’s cock, both their climaxes rapidly approaching. He meets Jason’s eyes with absolute reverence before finishing him off. “I love you so, so much.”
And if Jason falls to pieces at that, at least no one’s recording it.
Tim coaxes him through the aftershocks, murmuring embarrassing things all the while, but Jason is already checking out. Tim can talk to himself the rest of the night for all he cares. Jason is going to close his eyes and relish in the post-fuck endorphins. He lets Tim burrow into his side, even though they’re both disgustingly damp, and he prepares to drift off into a nap.
It works for about thirty seconds.
“We have to do it again.”
Jason re-opens his eyes. “What?”
“I didn’t get to film the end.”
“For the love of-”
“Your crying face is so sexy.” Tim tilts his head against Jason’s shoulder, looking up at him imploringly. “I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself.”
“You know you’re like one of those dogs? Those humpy little terriers? Get some self respect.”
“How? You’re so cool and hot, I can’t help it.”
“Never look at me in public again.”
“But Jay.” Tim nuzzles closer, mouth tickling at his ear. “You want to be good for me, right?”
Jason doesn’t say shit, because he’s pretty sure Tim already has video footage of him whining “yes” to that very same question.
“Dinner first, you insatiable freak. I can’t believe I let you get away with any of this.”
Tim kisses him again, smiling wider than ever. “Thanks babe.”
Jason glares back, knowing he’s never going to get that nap. Curse his fondness for hopeless causes.