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Studs Tagteam Red Head Babe
by red-hood,  feat RedArrow, starfire
450,713 views

COMMENTS _↓

anonymous user:
damn Star Fire looks great as always. But the Red’s have *chemistry* hot damn

kitten4792:
the fact that there isn’t more content of them together is criminal

good-girl001:
💦💦💦🥵🤤 they could use me any time

anonymous user:
Showed this vid to my boyfriend, now he wants to share me with one of his coworkers. Thanks for making a girls dream come true hood ;)

bondage-bunny:
Am I the only one a lil disappointed hood & arrow didn’t kiss :*

kitten4792:
I WAS JUST THINKING THE SAME THING!!

anonymous user:
If you want gay porn maybe check out @nightwing’s page, or idk @SuperNova, ijs

bondage-bunny:
I mean Hood tagged it ‘bisexual’ so is it really that weird to expect a lil boy on boy action? I don’t think so

anonymous user:
I watched that clip where Hood and Arrow both bust their loads on Stars face like 8 times. Hot fucking stuff.

deepthroat-princess:
Hood’s so hot!!! I wish he’d take off the mask tho, I bet he’s so handsome underneath.

anonymous user:
the only thing missing from this vid was some steamy DP. You boys made up for it with all that face fucking though.

good-girl001:
with dicks like those they would have split @starfire in two!!!

anonymous user:
and she would have said thank you

[ +1 new private message ]

Jason was sitting at the desk in his studio, switching between editing his next upload, and reading comments on the video he’d posted last night when the notification came in.

He’d been editing the thing for over an hour now, so he thought what the hell, I deserve a break, and clicked on the bubble still hovering in the corner of his screen. 

The PM’s he normally got from his subscribers were usually telling him his videos made them cum (of course they did, he was good at his job), or asking if he’d send them a short, personalized video or voice recording (and who was he to say no to his adoring fans? especially when they were paying).

But this one was different.

A username that was just a random string of numbers and letters, no profile photo, nothing that could distinguish it from a bot or other anonymous viewer beside the fact that they were a top tier subscriber to his page.

The message simply read:

2xEy0smd67j:
I have a proposal for you

Yeah, not ominous at all.

In his time doing sex work, Jason had dealt with his fair share of creeps. It’s one of the reasons he dropped his initial cam-boy schtick and shifted gears toward longer form content behind a paywall. It didn’t keep all the sicko’s out, but it did a decent enough job.

He had all but decided to ignore the message when he got another notification:

[ tip received: $500 ]

Jason sat back in his chair. You could’ve led with that, he thought, then sent a reply back:

red-hood:
Consider my interest piqued. what’d u have in mind?

2xEy0smd67j:
good boy
that friend of yours, Arrow.
I could watch you two for hours.
I would like to.

red-hood:
Well, you’re in luck!
Star, Arrow and I have already talked about filming a part two to yesterday’s upload (which star will be posting on her page)
+ Troy (@troia) said she wants us to use her next
so there will be no shortage of Red² collabs ;)

He pushed back from his desk, the gaming chair rolling across the apartment’s hard wood floor, then laid down on the freshly made bed. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table — editing could wait. Across the room his computer dinged, but he opened the conversation on his phone.

2xEy0smd67j:
I look forward to those.
But that’s not quite what I meant.
I’d like to watch you two together.
Only you two
i wanna see him plow that sweet ass of yours

Jason blinked at his phone for a few seconds, then furrowed his brow — thumbs hovering over the screen.

red-hood:
Hate to break it to you.
but I’m not gay.

He’d been with men before, sure. Back in undergrad, after he decided cam-shows weren’t really his style, he’d nabbed a cushy gig as a high end escort back in Gotham on weekends. Most of the time his clients were married women with husbands who couldn’t satisfy them, looking to be treated right for the night; or the occasional voyeuristic cuck who wanted to watch his wife scream another mans name for a few hours.

But there had been a few times where older men had paid for his time. And hey, a job was a job, plus the old dudes always paid handsomely. They were usually CEO types, the kind of guys who felt so bogged down by responsibility in their day to day lives that they just wanted to give someone else the power till the sun came up. And Jason was more than willing to rough them up a bit, stuff them with a load or two.

But that's as far as he went. He’d fucked men, never been the one getting fucked.

2xEy0smd67j:
how much?

red-hood:
excuse me?

2xEy0smd67j:
Money is no issue.
how much would it take for you to agree
name your price.

For the emotional damages of having to ask Roy to fuck him in the ass? Jason was tempted to say no price would be enough. But he was also a curious little fucker, and he wanted to know if the person on the other side of the screen was all talk, or if they’d put their money where their mouth was.

Personally, he wouldn’t even consider doing this for any less than 2k. And all of this depended on if Roy even agreed to go through with it, so Jason would have to factor his compensation into the asking price.

So, with all that in mind, plus an additional fee for having to ask one of his best guy friends to top him:

red-hood:
$5.5k
and that’s if arrow agrees

Truthfully, he expected them to balk, and he wouldn’t blame them in the slightest. For one video, regardless of how hot they might find it, the price was steep. But they said money wasn’t an issue so —

[ tip received: $5,500 ]

2xEy0smd67j:
Arrow will agree
with the way he was watching your ass while you stretched out that red-head’s pussy.
kid was practically drooling
he wants you.
can’t wait to see the finished result.

Jason just stared at the tip notification slack jawed, wondering what the fuck have I gotten myself into?

◎

Roy was in the pool of the Metropolis penthouse Airbnb he was renting. Kori was laying face down on a towel on the deck, toned back exposed, bikini top undone, enjoying the sunlight — which had been the exact reason they’d chosen to stay here across the bay, rather than somewhere in Gotham. They were heading back to L.A. in a few days, but why not enjoy what the east coast had to offer while they’re here, right?

His phone went off over by Kori, after a few rings she sat up with a whine and looked at the screen. “It’s Jason.” She said over her shoulder.

“Toss it here.” Roy clapped his hands in front of him with a grin. She did as he asked, and he caught it no problem. She laid back down, though on her back this time, bikini top abandoned, bare breasts shining in the mid-day sun. Roy pressed the phone to his ear, wading toward the pools infinity edge that looked out over the city.

“Jay!” Roy beamed, “How’s it goin’ my man? Don’t tell me you miss me already?”

“Hey Roy!” Jason said, though his enthusiasm felt off, somehow. They’d known each other for a while now, even before their lives led them both into this line of work, so Roy knew when something was wrong with the kid. “I’m good man, just had something to ask you, that’s all.”

“What’s on your mind, Jaybird?” Roy asked, moving away from the infinity edge to join Kori on the pool deck, picking up the lighter and pack of menthols he’d left sitting on the table. He lit one up and took a long drag waiting for Jason’s response, but the line stayed silent. “Jay?” Roy asked on his exhale, “You there, bud?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” Jay replied with a nervous laugh, “Fuck man, this is so weird, I don’t even wanna say it out loud.”

“Dude,” Roy huffed, “how long have we known each other now? Too damn long, that’s how long. You and I literally fucked my girlfriend together three days ago, there’s no secrets between us. Spit it out already.”

Jason groaned on the other end of the line then took a deep breath, and mumbled something that Roy couldn’t really make out over the wind — he was on a balcony forty-two stories high after all.

“You’re gonna have to repeat that, pal.” Roy laughed, tapping ash over the railing.

Silence on the other end of the line, it wasn’t easy to get Jason flustered like this, but Roy had to admit he was enjoying it. His curiosity growing with each second of silence.

But Roy had never been a patient man.

“Okay, fine.” Roy shrugged, taking another hit of his cigarette, “I’m hanging up now, call me back when you figure out how to talk again.”

“No wait!” Jason said at full volume finally, “Okay, okay, I’ll say it. But for the record:” he huffed, “I’m not asking this for me, it’s for a client.”

“So it’s a work thing, okay,” Roy hummed, cigarette hanging off his lip. “Hit me, big guy.”

“Would you, I don’t know,” Another heavy sigh,  “wanna fuck me some time?”

Roy blinked at the skyline for a second, then closed his lips around the cigarette’s filter in thought. He took a long drag, and exhaled fully before he finally asked, “What?”

“I know you heard me asshole,” Jason huffed, “please don’t make me say it again.”

“You want me to fuck you?” Roy asked, because there was no way in hell his best friend just asked him that, right?

“Yes,” Jason said, “I mean no,” he back tracked, “but also yes?”

Roy shook his head and laughed, “Are you high?”

“God, I wish.” Jason replied.

“I’m coming over,” Roy decided, “we’re smoking a blunt, and maybe I’ll fuck you, we’ll see.”

“Fuck off.” Jason said, no real heat behind his words.

Roy smiled, “See you soon?”

“Yeah,” Jason said defeatedly, “see you soon.”

Roy ended the call, sucked down the rest of his cigarette, then flicked the still smoldering butt off the edge of the balcony.

“Jason wants you to film with him?” Kori asked, peering at him from under her shades. “Or did I mishear?”

“Oh you heard right.” Roy said as he knelt beside her, leaning down to press a kiss just shy of her lips, which she turned her head to deepen. Roy stroked his thumb over her cheek as he pulled away, and Kori whined, attempting halfheartedly to follow his lips. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” he said, “wanna join?”

Kori stretched her arms above her head, tensing her legs and pointing her toes with an adorable sigh. She shifted her body, and Roy’s cock strained against his swim trunks at the thought of her all covered in suds.

“I think I’ll stay here,” She hummed, settling back onto her back and pulling her shades over he eyes, “give Jay my love.”

“Always do.” Roy smiled, then turned back toward the sliding glass doors into the apartment.

“Roy?” Kori called just before he shut the door between them.

“Yeah, babe?” Roy said, turning back to face her.

She didn’t look up at him as she said, “be gentle with him.”

Chapter Text

The two boys sat side by side on the fire escape of Jason’s apartment, legs dangling over the edge, passing a spliff between them. The smoke of cherry Swisher and tangy weed from some artisanal dispensary in Metropolis clung to Jason’s lips, mixing with the scent of car exhaust, wet asphalt, and rot that was so distinctly ‘Gotham.’

They’d done this hundreds of times over the years. Near daily Jason’s freshman year — Roy’s junior; until Roy dropped out, anyway. Jason had known from the start that Roy wasn’t the studious type. He was always way more focused on parties and girls than he was his classes or RA duties. But they’d gotten along like a house on fire.  Jason helped him pass his Lit. course that first semester, and Roy showed him all the best clubs New York had to offer.

The point was that this, the two of them surrounded by smoke and companionable silence, was familiar — and Jason had never been more grateful for that small anchor.

Roy hadn’t said much when Jason answered the door, just held up the blunt he had expertly rolled then grinned like the mad man he was. And Jason couldn’t help but smile back.

Now though, that the two of them were out here, sitting close to each other on the rusted, too small for their broad frames fire escape, Jason couldn’t help but feel that the silence between them was charged with something other than a THC induced haze.

Roy blew a wide lazy smoke ring, then exhaled a thick cloud through its center, before handing the half-finished blunt to Jason.

“So,” Roy drawled as Jason fit the spliff to his lip, “You want me to pop your cherry, huh?”

Jason nearly choked, would have, if he hadn’t expected Roy to pull exactly this kind of gag at some point. He exhaled directly in Roy’s face, and the other boy howled dramatically — swatting away the smoke. Jason shook his head and laughed despite himself.

“There’s my guy!” Roy cheered, hooking an arm over Jason’s shoulder, swiping the blunt from Jason’s hand with the other.

“You’re having way too much fun with this.” Jason grumbled. He kicked his feet over the fire escape and looked down at the street below. Roy took three deep drags in quick succession, then passed the rapidly shrinking spliff back to Jason.

“Hey,” Roy said, still holding the smoke in his lungs as he spoke, “it’s not every day ‘Gotham’s premier masked cam-boy’ asks you to fuck him in the ass.” Jason elbowed him in the side, and Roy laughed as he finally exhaled, then let Jason go — shaking his head as the smoke curled around their legs. “Sue me for wanting to savor the moment.”

Jason snatched the blunt back. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, feeling the conflicting warmth of cannabinoids and the cool buzz of nicotine flood his mind. He blew out, coughing the last of the smoke into the air with a burn in the back of his throat. He looked at the roach pressed between his fingers and scrunched his nose, then held it out to Roy. “That’s all you, man.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Roy hummed, as he took it back, pulling the smoke through his fingers as he pinched at the spliffs edge. He blew it out and coughed painfully then shook his head. “Okay, yeah, now it’s done.”

He went to throw the roach over the railing, but Jason swatted at him. “Hey man, what the fuck?” Roy asked, rubbing the back of his neck incredulously.

“There’s an ashtray, asshole.” Jason huffed, before turning to slip back through the window and into the apartment. He kicked off his sneakers and left them sitting under the windowsill, then made his way to the kitchen.

Okay, maybe ‘kitchen’ was overselling it. There was barely enough counter-space to hold a decent spoon rest, the fridge and the microwave were also both painfully small, and God forbid more than one of the damn stove burners work at the same time. But hey, it served its purpose.

He cracked open the fridge and pulled out a Red Bull just as Roy came stumbling back through the window — with all the grace of a drunk sorority girl.

“Fucking hell.” Roy huffed, toeing off his own shoes and kicking them on top of Jason’s. “Anyone ever tell you this place is too damn small?” He asked, leaning against the back of the sofa that sectioned off the ‘kitchen’ from the ‘den.’

“You,” Jason said, opening the can’s tab with his teeth, “just about every time you come over.” He threw his head back, downing half of it in one go.

“Well clearly you need the reminder because you still live in this shit hole.” Roy shook his head then Jason pushed him over the back of the couch. Roy landed on the cushions below with an exaggerated ‘oof,’ then his head popped back into view. “Hey, pass me one of those, will ya?”

Jason finished his can, crushed it between his palms, then tossed the aluminum puck in the recycling before grabbing Roy the last Red Bull in the fridge.

Jason threw it over his shoulder without looking back, and he heard Roy catch it, but only after he hissed “shit—” under his breath.

“Close one.” Jason said as he collapsed onto the couch beside Roy.

“That throw was trash.” Roy said, breaking the can’s seal; a satisfying “tss-k-ch-” filling the otherwise silent apartment. He took a swig, then tilted his head at Jason. “So… are we gonna talk about it, or—”

“Why?” Jason huffed, letting his head loll over the back of the couch, “so you can make fun of me some more?”

“Maybe…” Roy said, and despite Jason’s eyes being closed, he could hear the smirk in his friend’s voice. “I’m just busting your balls, Jay.” Roy laughed, ruffling Jason's hair, “You try to act so serious all the time, and I don’t know, maybe I like that there’s still something that can rattle you.”

All Jason could do in response was groan.

“Lighten up, kid.” Roy chuffed, taking another draw from his drink, then letting out a dramatic ‘ahh,’ after swallowing. “Okay, how ‘bout this then,” he said, “just tell me about the client. There has got to be a story behind this whole thing.”

“I dunno man, there really isn’t much to tell.” Jason said, rolling his head to the side to glance at Roy, who was looking back at him expectantly. “Alright, alright, you win.” Jason grumbled, sitting back up and fishing his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. “Probably easier for you to just read it yourself.” He said, passing his phone to Roy, the private message thread in question already open.

Roy took the phone, and started to read, taking a drink from his can as he did. After a moment, he choked, nearly spewing his drink all over the couch, but he caught himself — only a dribble running over his lip and down his chin before he wiped it away with the back of his hand, dissolving into outright laughter.

“’I wanna see him plow that sweet ass of yours‘,” Roy wheezed, “oh that’s too good.” He wiped at his eyes, then cracked them at Jason, only to fall into another laughing fit when he saw the scowl on the younger man’s face.

“Yeah, okay, laugh it up big guy — har, har, har.” Jason rolled his eyes and snatched his phone out of Roy’s hand.

“So touchy,” Roy nearly cooed, reaching out to pinch at Jason’s cheek. Yeah, the fucker was having way too much fun with this. Jason swatted his hand away, then flipped him off. “Okay, okay, I’ll lay off.” Roy conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender, “But hey, tell me something. If this whole thing makes you so… I don’t know, uncomfortable?  Why agree to it at all?”

Jason looked at Roy for a second, then sighed, “three large.”

Roy’s eyes widened, almost comically, and it was like Jason could hear the ‘cha-ching!’ of dollar signs popping up behind the dude’s eyes. “Hey, that’s not bad! Even fifteen-hundred split—” Jason shook his head, and Roy looked at him, confused for all of a second before a smirk quirked over his lips. “Three grand each?”

“Now you’re getting it.” Jason nodded. After splitting the mystery clients agreed upon five and a half thousand, plus their initial $500 ‘pay attention to me!’ tip, he and Roy would come out of this with a nice chunk of change.

Roy ran a hand through his hair, then whistled, long and drawn out, “Oh yeah, I like the sound of that.”

Jason just hummed beside him. Sure, the money was great — he wouldn’t have even considered calling Roy about this if it weren’t for the paycheck waiting for him at the finish line.

And truth be told, he’d had a feeling Roy would be game. He’d always liked coloring outside the lines, and he’s been caught more than once making out with his guy friends in L.A. after a few too many shots. That said, Jason hadn’t expected Roy’s… enthusiasm about the whole thing.

“Okay,” Roy said, patting Jason’s thigh before getting off the couch. Jason watched him cross the room, then crouch down by the wall and unzip the duffle he’d dropped in the corner when he got there.

He produced a smaller bag from inside and tossed it to Jason — lobbing it across the room like a foul shot. It hit him in the chest, then fell into his lap. It looked like a shaving kit, and the only thing Jason had to say to that was fuck no.

“What?” Roy asked, “did’ja think I was gonna stick it in you without any prep work? Not a chance, Jaybird.”

“I’m not shaving my ass,” Jason huffed, “sorry man.” There was no way he was bringing a razor anywhere near his—

Roy let out a bark of surprised laughter. “Oh kid, you don’t even know what you signed up for, do you?”

Jason furrowed his brow, ready to protest when Roy waved him off, placating. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Roy shook his head with amusement. “Keep the hair, I don’t mind, but you have cleaning out to do before we get to wrestling.”

“Cleaning out…” Jason echoed. He looked down at the bag in his lap, narrowing his eyes at it. He tugged the zipper down, and took out what looked like a turkey baster, and a travel size bottle of lube.

Jason stared down at the two objects in his hands, then across the room at Roy — back to his hands, then at Roy again. “Wha-”

“Man, you should see the look on your face right now.” Roy said, snapping a picture with his phone, then chuckling to himself. “Look, I’m gonna get out of your hair for while you figure all this out. Let me know when you’re done, ‘kay?”

Jason just blinked at him. “When I’m done with what?” He asked.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Roy hushed, walking around the couch to grab his shoes, then slipping into them. “I’ll send you a TikTok, you’ll catch on in no time.”

“So, you aren’t going to elaborate?” Jason huffed.

“Be back soon!” Roy sang as he left the apartment and shut the door behind him. Jason stared at the door for a second before looking down at the two objects in his hands with a scowl.

“…A TikTok?”

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 [ jaybird ]

_{2:47 p.m.}

[ https://www.tiktok.com/@thecoolestkev ]
good luck 👍

……

_{3:02 p.m.}

I hate you.
This sucks.

_{3:07 p.m.}

Have you done this b4?
I don’t feel like you’d be making me go through this if you’d done it b4.

Have done it before. probably will again
So I know ur being dramatic as hell.
grow a pair.
be a big boy

_{Re: Have done it before. Probably will again}
…why

_{Re: Re: Have done it before. Probably will again}
Kori
her strap game is insane.

…

_{3:12 p.m.}

When you come back you better bring beer.
lets get this over with

Omw ;)

◎

Roy grinned at his phone as the clerk rang up his vape pods. “Hey, add a six pack of PBR’s, will ya?”

The chick at the register hummed as she punched the old machines keys, then rattled off his total. Roy slid two twenties across the counter then winked as he took his goodies.

“Keep the change, babe.” He called, grabbing a case of beer from the fridge, then leaving the corner store without looking back at the blushing cashier.

He hadn’t wandered all that far, the grimy little corner store was only a block and a half from Jason’s apartment. He tore open the pack of pods and fit one into his vape, sucking down the fumes till his head swam. Much better, he thought. He wouldn’t say he was anxious, but his head was thoroughly scattered, and the nicotine would help to get it in order.

Truthfully, the reason he’d hightailed it out of Jason’s apartment was because this whole thing had suddenly become so… real. He and Jason were going to get in front of a camera and fuck each other’s brains out. Not something he’d had on his bingo card for this year.

And look, it's not like Roy had never thought about it before. Jay was hot, you’d have to be blind not to see that.

He worked out like his life depended on it, and despite his perpetual scowl, the dude had a wicked sense of humor. He’s a genuinely good guy, you know, under that whole unbothered douchebag façade. Plus, he’s an absolute beast in bed.

The two of them sharing Kori was not an uncommon occurrence, on camera or otherwise. She had more than enough love to go around — and she’d always had something of a soft spot for Jay.

Jason, however, was never one for intimate relationships outside of work. So, while Roy might have been nursing one hell of a broner for the guy, he never thought anything would come of it.

So, Roy was more than satisfied to pay the subscription fee for access to Jason’s videos. He could admire from afar — or drool from the other side of the bed while Jason buried himself balls deep in his girlfriend. That was more than enough for him.

Or, it had been, anyway.

He unlocked Jason’s door and kicked it closed behind him, then set the beer on the counter. “Jay, where you at?” He called into the quiet apartment. “You hiding or somethin’?”

“In here.” Jason grumbled from the bedroom.

Okay, it wasn’t technically the bedroom. Jason refused to sleep in there since it was where he recorded his content. Something about keeping his personal and work life separate. Roy thought he took the whole thing way too seriously; but if Jay would rather sleep on the pull-out couch in his living room than the California King he had set up in his studio, that was his loss.

When Roy walked in Jason was sitting at his desk, messing with the controls for the lighting. His ‘studio’ was no joke. The lighting was professional grade, and his camera set up was rigged to film from four separate angles simultaneously. All he had to do was press of a button.

Most of the time Roy made do with his phone and a skillfully angled pop-socket — but Jason went all out.

Roy flopped down on the bed and puffed on his vape as he listened to Jason futz with the lights. “Put on some music.” Roy suggested on an exhale.

“Kinda busy.” Jason said, the rooms lights shifting from warm white all around to purple-pink ambient lighting, the overhead spot switching on to focus on the bed.

“Fine,” Roy huffed, sitting up and shielding his eyes from the glare as he fished his phone from his pocket, “I’ll do it then.” He leaned back against the wall and scrolled through he and Kori’s playlists. He chose one of her intimate mixes — mostly to see the scowl on Jason’s face when he realized it.

Sure enough, as sentimental pop music started to play from the Bluetooth sound system, Jay spun his chair around, arms crossed, and brow furrowed at Roy. All Roy could do was grin. “Hey, if you don’t like it, then pick something yourself.”

Jason got up and crossed the room to sit on the bed next to Roy. He tossed his phone to Jason, then watched over his shoulder as he typed ‘royalty free LoFi’ into the search bar and clicked on the first search result.

The pop music cut off abruptly, replaced by gentle synth heavy ambiance. It wouldn’t be Roy’s first choice, but it would work.

Jay set the phone down on the covers, then ran a hand through his hair. It was still damp; he likely hadn’t done more than run a towel over it in an attempt to dry it.

He was dressed as he usually was for recording. Skintight black shirt with a high collar to cover the tattoos on his chest, back, and neck; grey sweatpants; and if Roy had to guess, black compression shorts underneath. The only thing missing was that goofy neoprene facemask he refused to film without.

Roy had never really cared about keeping his identity a secret when he got into doing porn. Like, yes, he had a stage name, but that only did so much to maintain his anonymity when his face and balls were all over the internet.

Jason, on the other hand, had managed to keep his real name locked up tight — even with this distinctive hair and tattoos. His secrecy had made sense when he was doing cam-shows in his NYU dorm room. Now that he was in the big leagues though, it wasn’t like he needed to protect his job prospects or anything.

Roy took a hit of his vape, then held it out to Jason. The younger man squinted at it for a second then sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. “Pink lemonade?” He asked and Roy nodded. “Why can’t you ever get something normal? Like menthol or something.” Jason complained.

“If I wanted menthol I’d smoke a Newport.” Roy chuffed, taking another hit. “Live a little, Jay! There’s a whole world of fruit flavored nicotine goodness to explore.”

“Fine, whatever,” Jason conceded, “give it here.”

Roy went to pass it to him, then hesitated. “Actually, I have a better idea.” He slid closer to Jason, then twisted himself around to straddle his lap.

“Roy, what—”

“Do you trust me?” Roy asked.

“As a rule? No.” Jason said, looking Roy in the eye, cheeks flushed — though whether that was a result of the lighting in the room, or blood rushing to his face, Roy couldn’t be sure.

Roy laughed and shook his head, “Smart man,” he grinned, “but how about trusting me just this once, hm?” Jason furrowed his brow but didn’t protest any further. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.

Jason did close his eyes, but when his mouth didn’t open Roy sighed and opened it for him, grasping Jason’s chin with his thumb and forefinger. He jerked away from the touch slightly, but kept his mouth obediently open.

“Good boy.” Roy hummed, and he was pleasantly surprised by the way he felt Jay’s cock harden slightly at the praise. Now that was a response he’d have to play with more later.

Roy took a hit of his vape, then held the vapor in his lungs as he instructed Jason to “breathe in.”

Jason did, and Roy leaned in close, exhaling the lemon flavored fog into his mouth. When his own lungs were empty, he inhaled again, then took a chance — leaning in further to fit his lips to Jason’s.

It was an experimental kiss, and he wasn’t sure if Jason would be into it or not, but sure enough, as Jason exhaled what was left of their hit in a thin cloud through his nose, he kissed Roy back.

Roy slid his hand down from Jason’s chin to brace against his throat, licking at the other man’s lips tentatively. Jason’s mouth responded quickly, lips parting and tongue slipping past Roy’s teeth. Roy moaned despite himself as they kissed each other deeper, his hands skimming over Jason’s shoulders, then down further to press against his chest.

Jason’s hands found Roy’s waist, then slid down to his hips — fingers slipping just under the hem of his t-shirt. On a hunch, Roy rolled his hips against Jason’s, and the younger man seemed to buck up on instinct.

“Fuck.” Roy groaned, breaking the kiss, but Jason pulled him back in, kissing him fiercely. “You’re good at this,” Roy broke away again to say, and this time Jason had apparently had enough interruptions as he flipped them, pinning Roy to the bed.

“Do you ever shut up?” Jason huffed.

“When my mouth is busy.” Roy grinned, grasping Jason’s face in his hands, and leaning up to kiss him again. It was messy this time — tongues, lips, and teeth trying to find how they fit together as the two boys moaned into each other’s mouths. They broke apart, foreheads pressed together, panting heavily.

Roy kissed Jason again, closed lipped and slow, then when Jason melted into it, Roy hooked his legs around Jason’s and flipped their positions again. He was straddling Jason’s lap once more, and the other man just stared at him, pupils blown wide.

Roy sat up and smiled at him, then patted Jason’s cheek, right over the swirling gothic script ‘J’ he had tattooed over the right side of his face. “Put your mask on, big guy.” He said, sliding off Jason’s lap, “let's get the cameras rolling.”

Chapter Text

Roy was sitting on the bed shirtless — back against the wall, hands behind his head. Jason, on the other hand, was across the room messing with the lighting controls, shifting the hues marginally, then toying with the sound system settings. The whole time his mask sat on the desk.

“C’mon, Jay.” Roy complained, a smirk playing over his lips. “You’re stalling,”

“I’m not.” Jason huffed still not turning to face him, now messing with the camera angles remotely from his computer.

“You are.” Roy disagreed, “what happened to ‘let's get this over with,’ hmm?”

“Look, if we’re doing this, I want to make sure we get usable footage on the first try,” Jason said, still staring at the computer screen, “I don’t want to have to re-record.”

“Whatever you say.” Roy said, rolling his eyes and puffing on his vape.

Finally, Jason picked up the mask. He took a deep breath, then slid the snug fitting red neoprene over his face. He squared his shoulders and exhaled with a shake of his head.

Roy was familiar with this small pre-filming ritual. He’d always found it endearing, really. The way Jason put on a mental mask alongside his physical one.

When he first met the kid, he was just some lil twerp smoking a cigarette alone outside their dorm building. That night, Roy came stumbling out of a taxi after some welcome week party. It had been a bust, but he’d gotten hammered, and that was all that mattered.

“Hey, can I bum a smoke?” Roy asked, voice slurring from three too many vodka sodas, and lips stained pink from some chicks cherry lipgloss. “This Fordham asshole took my last one.”

He’d just shrugged, fished a battered pack of Marlboro Reds from his sweatshirt pocket, then handed one to Roy. He’d been about to ask the kid if he had a lighter, when he grumbled, “you’re gonna have to bother someone else for a light, though.”

He took what looked like his last drag before ember met filter, then went to flick the still smoldering butt into the street when Roy caught his wrist haphazardly. He looked down, raising an eyebrow at Roy’s hand.

“Gimme that.” Roy said, swiping the cigarette from between the boy’s fingers and using it to light his own. “Yeah,” Roy sighed as he exhaled smoke into the air, “thats better.” He flicked the now dead cigarette into a puddle in the street.

Roy expected the kid to leave. For him to head back inside. For them to never interact again. NYU was a big school, and this boy wasn’t one of Roy’s residents… or he didn’t think he was. He’d never put much effort into remembering the freshmen’s faces until a few weeks into the semester. But he’d stayed — leaning against the lamppost.

“I’m Roy, by the way.” He’d said after they’d been standing in silence for a few minutes, holding out a hand to the boy beside him.

“Jason,” He replied, shaking Roy’s hand with a firm grip.

They hadn’t talked much that night. Just barely enough small talk for Roy to place his new friend’s Gotham accent. But this became a habit of theirs — sharing a cigarette after bumping into one another. Usually either early in the morning, or in the middle of the night. It took him another three weeks to discover his pal was a theater major.

In the moment, he hadn’t believed it. This broody 18-year-old, fingers already cigarette stained from a well-established smoking habit, and a tongue sharper than Roy’s singing show tunes and reciting Shakespear. But it made a lot of sense, looking back now.

Jason never finished that degree – switching to the Comparative Lit. track around the time Roy dropped out of the Mechanical Engineering program, and NYU entirely – but Jason had always thrived in front of an audience. It made him a hit with Roy’s friends once Jason started accepting their invitations to go out drinking.

And it’s not that Jay was pretending, or anything. It’s just that Roy could see when the switch flipped. When the sometimes-pouty kid he’d come to know shifted into something brighter. There was something magnetic about him, then.

He didn’t lose his bite. Jason was still just as much of an ass at a party as he was when he’d break into Roy’s dorm to burn through the older boy’s stash of concentrates, then knock out on the couch — but he’d draw people to him as easily as breathing.

The mask he put on now was different. Sometimes, when he and Jason hung out, Roy could still see that young kid he’d taken under his wing, despite how much his body had filled out in the handful of years since then. But when the mask went on, and Jason stepped into the role of Red Hood, he stood taller, held his head higher.

Strong, confident and painfully hot in a way that had Roy sporting a semi even before Jason turned around and stared Roy down — green irises piercing through the eye holes of his mask.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Just waitin’ on you, big guy.” Roy grinned, and Jason sighed heavily before he finally hit record.

Jason paused as he got to the edge of the bed. “How does this… work?”

Roy snorted, shifting to his knees. “Hood, it's just sex, don’t over think it, c’mere.” He grabbed Jason by the wrist and pulled him stumbling onto the bed. He recovered quickly — his hands settling over Roy’s hips without much more thought. “There you go.”

Their faces were close to each other, but Jason wouldn’t look him in the eye. Roy saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly, and he couldn’t help but sigh. Roy slid his hands up Jason’s arms, trailing over his shoulders, before letting his hands rest on his cheeks — playing to the camera the whole time. Jason said he wanted a show, right?

He guided Jason’s mouth to meet his, kissing him softly first. No need to rush things, he thought.

Jason, apparently, had other plans. His hands tightened on Roy’s hips, and he kissed back — licking at his lips like he was hoping for an invitation inside.

Roy provided happily, and Jason moaned into his mouth as their tongues wrapped around each other. If Roy knew Jason was this fun to make out with, he would have tried to kiss the fucker years ago.

Jason walked Roy back toward the wall, the two boys shuffling on their knees over the comforter. Jason’s fingers were rubbing softly over the ‘v’ that led beneath Roy’s waistline, and suddenly, he really got why Kori was always so excited before they filmed with Jay.

He thought he’d understood before. But the gentle moans into Roy’s mouth, the hesitant nips at his bottom lip, the delicate way his fingers slipped beneath Roy’s waistband. The fucker was tender, and Roy could not get enough.

Jason’s thigh met the growing bulge in Roy’s shorts, and he couldn’t help the way he bucked against the dense muscle. Jason just hummed against Roy’s lips and pressed his leg further between Roy’s.

This wasn’t right — Roy was supposed to be the top in this scene. And yet, here he was melting into Jason’s chest like some damsel.

Ah what the hell, let him lead for now, Roy thought as Jason finally pressed him against the wall. There was a part of him that was more than willing to just let Jason set the pace – hell, he’d let the kid fuck him if he asked – but he also knew they had work to do.

There was a paycheck on the line, so they couldn’t let themselves get too distracted. Roy traced his fingers down Jason’s back, feeling defined muscles beneath the dry-fit shirt Roy knew would not be coming off while the cameras were rolling. His hands followed the path of Jason’s spine until he could feel the sculpted curve of his ass — only then did he squeeze.

Jason moaned deeply, and that seemed to surprise him. His whole body tensed, and Roy chuckled as he broke their kiss. “Sit down big guy,” he said, “you’ve gotta loosen up.”

Jason adjusted his pants awkwardly – doing nothing to hide the print of his boner through his sweats – then shuffled around Roy to sit with his back against the wall.

“Good boy,” Roy said, and just like it had when they were making out earlier, the bulge in Jason’s pants visibly throbbed. “You really like that, don’t you?” Roy teased as he moved closer, positioning himself between Jason’s legs.

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out as Roy leaned forward. Their lips were nearly touching again, and Jason leaned up to meet him, but Roy smirked and pulled away. “Not so fast,” Roy hummed, and Jason scowled.  Roy slid his hand up the inseam of Jason’s sweats, then palmed at his crotch, and the younger man's scowl melted with a pleasure filled groan. “I think I’ve got a better idea.”

Jason swallowed thickly as Roy hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of Jason’s sweats. “Lift your hips for me.” Roy asked and, obediently, Jason did. Roy slid them off Jason’s legs — eyes tracking the shapes of his muscles, and the veins that contoured them. He pulled them over Jason’s ankles and tossed them to the floor.

Fuck, Roy’s cock was rock hard now. He licked his lips as his hands passed over Jason’s legs reverently, making his way back to the bulge in Jay’s shorts, and the wet patch of precum that glistened under the vibrant lights. His gaze flicked up to Jason’s, seeing how the dark of his pupils swallowed the green in his eyes.

Roy smirked as he braced his hands on Jason’s thighs. He leaned down, tracing the tip of his tongue over the imprint of Jason’s shaft through his shorts. Jason’s hips jerked, but Roy kept them pinned to the bed. Despite all the kid's hesitance before the camera started rolling, he was all sorts of eager now. Roy flattened his tongue against Jason's cock, licking his way up to the head and swiping away the fresh gush of pre beading through the fabric.

“You’re kind of a freak.” Jay laughed breathlessly, and oh, he had no idea. Roy slipped his fingers beneath Jason’s waistband, and he immediately raised his hips to let Roy shimmy them off him — freeing his dick with a distinct slap as it recoiled against his stomach.

Roy gasped at the sight of it, and Jason laughed. “Enjoying the view, Arrow?” He asked smugly.

The truth was yes, Roy was loving the view. This was far from the first time he’d seen Jay’s junk. Hell, it wasn’t even his first time seeing it this close. Looking at it now though, the way coarse dark hair curled around the base of his cock, trailed its way up his stomach, then disappeared beneath the hem of his shirt. The way his balls hung heavily against his thigh. The glistening precum smeared over its head. It all had Roy’s mouth watering.

Roy leaned forward, his mouth hovering just inches from Jason’s, then took the other man’s cock in his hand. He moaned as Roy stroked him, head falling back against the wall, eyes closing with pleasure.

Roy smiled, planting his lips to the exposed skin between his mask and the collar of Jason’s shirt as he continued to pump him slowly — hand slick with precum.

“Fuck.” Jason moaned in Roy’s ear as he used his lips and teeth to paint a bruise over Jason’s throat, never once pausing the rhythm of his hands on Jason’s dick. Roy trailed his lips down Jason’s neck, over his chest, and across his stomach as he made his way toward his friends massive hardon. He kissed the patch of skin just below the hem of his shirt, then moved his hand to the base of Jay’s cock and wrapped his lips around the head of it.

Jason hummed blissfully as Roy took him deeper, swirling his tongue over the hot weight in his mouth. He reached down to palm at his own bulge as he settled into a rhythm, and his mouth filled with the salty taste of Jason’s arousal.

A hand settled on the back of Roy’s head, not forcefully, just fingers gently finding their way into his hair. Roy moaned around Jason’s cock, and the other boy chuckled.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked, smug. Roy attempted to free Jay’s dick from his mouth, but the hand in his hair held him firmly in place. “Nuh-uh,” he tutted, pushing himself further down Roy’s throat, “who said you were done?”

Roy bunched the comforter in his fists as he tried to relax and accommodate the throbbing cock filling his mouth, until his nose was buried in Jason’s pubes. “Yeah thats it,” He groaned bucking up into Roy’s throat just slightly. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

He bucked his hips again, and Roy’s gag reflex finally caught up with him. Jason removed his hands from the back of Roy’s head as he pulled away coughing. Jason was grinning at him as Roy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head.

“You’ve got a bit of a mean streak, don’t you?” Roy teased.

Jason leaned forward, pulling Roy closer so that he straddled his lap. “Would you believe you aren’t the first person to tell me that?” He asked, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of Roy’s shirt.

“Doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.”  Roy said, ducking his head down to fit his lips to Jason’s, grinding his hips down as the other boy bucked up. Roy could feel the dense mass of Jay’s dick as it ground against his shorts. His hands found their way to Roy’s ass and squeezed, making him sigh into Jason’s mouth.

This was great, Roy could probably do this for hours without getting tired of the way Jason’s body responded to him, but the camera batteries would only last so long, and they had work to do. Roy broke the kiss, despite not wanting to — forehead pressed against Jason’s and breathing heavily.

“Okay Hood.” Roy panted, sliding off Jason’s lap. “Lay on your stomach, I’m about to rock your world.”

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Jason settled on his stomach and tried to ignore the way his heart was thundering in his chest. His mind was still reeling from the feeling of Roy’s mouth on his dick, and just how warm and tight his throat was. Most girls he’d been with couldn’t take him as deeply as Roy just had, and there was a significant part of him that had wanted to blow his load right then. Roy’s nose buried in his pubes, throat spasming around his cock.

Roy hummed as he ran his hands up the back of Jason’s legs, occasionally applying pressure. It felt nice, like a massage. Jason sighed and let his head sink into the pillow beneath him.

“How’s that feel?” Roy asked, smirk evident in his voice. But his hands felt so good on Jason’s sore legs that all he could do was moan in response. Yesterday had been leg day, and Jason might have hit the barbell squats a little too hard. Roy hummed, then Jason felt lips on the back of his thigh and hands sliding up higher to cup his ass softly. “S’that okay?” He asked against Jason’s skin.

“Mhm, s’good.” Jason mumbled, burying his face into the pillow. He shouldn’t have been as embarrassed as he was. It’s not like Roy had never given him a massage before. And he’d always been good with his hands — but now, with Roy trailing soft kisses up his legs, everything was different.

“Jesus, dude. Do you know how great your ass is?” Roy asked before kissing right at the cusp of it. “You’re so fucking hot.” Jason didn’t know how to respond, but Roy never let silence last for long. “This is gonna feel a lil weird at first,” He said, squeezing each of Jason’s ass-cheeks firmly, “but just relax into it,” Roy spread Jason’s ass and let out a breathless moan, “You’ll love it, promise.”

That was all the warning Roy gave before there was something warm and wet on Jason’s hole. “Oh fuck.” Jason gasped without thinking as Roy buried his face in his ass. It felt like nothing he’d ever felt before. Truthfully, it kind of tickled, but then Roy’s tongue stopped toying with the rim of Jason’s hole and pressed deeper inside. “Oh fuck.” Jason moaned deeply, bunching the comforter in his fists.

Roy hummed proudly as his hands skimmed up Jason’s side, then crossed over his back and pulled him in closer to Roy’s face. Roy ate him out hungrily — with as much enthusiasm as he’d sucked him off. It had Jason wondering how much of this was for the camera, and how much of it was genuine.

Roy had always been good at putting on a show when he needed to.

“Roll over,” Roy said, breathless as he pulled away from Jason’s hole. (Was it weird he kinda missed the feeling of Roy’s mouth?) “I wanna look at you.”

Jason did as he asked, looking up at Roy. There was a hunger in his eyes that had Jason’s stomach doing somersaults. Roy was looking at him like a meal, and Jason was far more into it than he’d willingly admit with words. His cock had no such reservations, leaking globs of precum onto his stomach. There was a damp spot at the peak of the prominent tent in Roy’s shorts, and the redhead palmed at it, licking his lips as his eyes roved over Jason’s body.

“Put your legs up for me.” Roy ordered, sliding his hands beneath Jason’s thighs then pushing them back so his ass was exposed. “Hold them there. That’s it, right behind your knees.” Roy said as Jason gripped at his own legs. “Good boy.”

Jason bit his tongue. Every surprise bit of praise that Roy gave him went straight to his cock — but Roy didn’t need to know that.

Roy leaned down again, letting his tongue trail over Jason’s balls, and down his taint before getting back to work on his hole. Jason gasped, and Roy gripped at the back of Jason’s thighs hard. This new position let Roy get deeper, Jason could feel that immediately. He let his head fall back in pleasure and Roy moaned against him. Roy was right, he did love this.

He didn’t think it could get any better, until Roy’s hand wrapped around his cock. He started stroking slowly and Jason lost himself in it — his mind buzzing with pleasure filled white noise. Then Roy’s mouth was gone, so was his hand, but Jason didn’t want him to stop yet. He picked up his head to complain, but Roy’s lips were on his before Jason could open his eyes.

Jason released his legs, letting them brace on either side of Roy’s hips so he could get his fingers into Roy’s mused hair. Part of him was weirded out by the thought of Roy’s tongue wrapped around his just moments after it’d been in his ass, but he was too caught up in the way Roy’s teeth tugged on his bottom lip, his hands squeezed Jason’s chest, and Roy’s hips ground hotly against his to care.

“You ready?” Roy asked when he broke the kiss, panting against Jason’s cheek. Jason nodded ‘yes’ before he had a chance to over think it.

Yes, he was ready. He couldn’t differentiate the nerves in his belly from the rush of anticipation anymore. All he knew was that he hadn’t been this horny in he didn’t know how long, and Roy’s lips were softer than he thought they’d be, and he wanted this.

“Condoms. Lube.” Roy listed, pressing the words in breathless kisses against Jason’s jaw, “where?”

“Bedside,” Jason said, hands squeezing Roy’s waist firmly, “second drawer.”

Roy kissed him again, hand bracing against Jason’s throat, and now wasn’t that an unexpectedly pleasant feeling. “Don’t move.” Roy said, pulling away to look Jason square in the eyes, the blue of his irises swallowed by arousal blown pupils. “I want you just like this.”

Jay swallowed thickly as Roy pulled away. He scrambled over to the bedside, retrieved the supplies, then hastily threw off his clothes, leaving them scattered over the floor. He crawled back over the bed on his knees, tearing the condom open with his teeth. He was hard as a rock as he stretched the latex over his dick, crooked grin plastered over his face the whole time.

“Okay, big guy.” Roy said, positioning himself between Jason’s thighs, “Hold your legs up for me again.” Jason did, and Roy whistled. He squeezed out a handful of lube, coated his cock with it, then spread the rest over Jason’s hole. It was cold, and Jason couldn’t help the way he tensed from the feeling of Roy’s fingers playing with him. “Fuck dude,” Roy moaned, slipping one finger inside, “so tight.”

“O-oh, woah,” Jason stuttered, “mmmm fuck.” He closed his eyes with a moan as Roy’s fingertip brushed against something that had Jason seeing stars.

Roy leaned close to Jason’s face, still massaging that sensitive spot with his finger. “Y’know, Star made me promise to be gentle with you,” he whispered, pulling his finger out, “but where’s the fun int that?” He slowly slipped two fingers inside, and Jason gasped. “I wanna ruin you.”

“I–” Jason said, word dissolving into a hiss between his teeth as Roy’s fingers twisted inside him. “I want you to.”

Roy kissed him fiercely, fingers still inside him. “That’s what I like to hear.” Roy smiled and sat back on his heels. He pumped his fingers inside Jason, eyes burning with lust as he licked his lips. He pulled them out, then scooted forward and slapped his cock against Jason’s hole. “This is probably gonna hurt a bit.” He said, lining himself up and flicking his gaze up to Jason’s. “Just try to relax, Hood, and don’t forget to breathe.”

Jason nodded, and Roy slowly pressed forward. The pressure felt good at first, Jason exhaled as Roy angled his cock so he could get inside. Then Jason cried out, sucking in a hiss through his teeth as his whole body clenched.

“Stop,” Jason said, shaking his head, “too much.”

“I told you to breathe kid.” Roy said, petting Jason’s sides, but not pulling out, “Relax, loosen up, I just barely got the tip in, we’ve got a lot more to go.”

Jason whined and tried to adjust himself, but winced at the unfamiliar sensation of something inside him. “Ow.”

“Okay, okay, gimme a second.” Then Roy was gone, and Jason heaved a sigh as his ass stopped feeling like it’d been torn in two. If that was ‘just the tip’ Jason was having second thoughts. He wasn’t so sure he’d be able to see this thing through.

“Alright,” Roy said as he came back in the studio and shut the door behind him. “Try this, it should help with the pain.”

Jason took the glass bottle from Roy and raised an eyebrow at it. “More lube?” He asked, despite the bottles small size making that an unlikely answer.

Roy shook his head, “No, better. Here, lemme help.” He took the bottle back, twisted off the cap then held it back out to Jason. “They’re called poppers. They’re like… muscle relaxers. I’m gonna hold it up to your nose, just plug one nostril and take a deep breath– There you go,” Roy smiled as he watched Jason inhale heavily.

It smelt odd — acrid and chemical in a way that truthfully, wasn’t pleasant. Until his head filled with fog, a heavy heat spreading its way through his limbs. Jason hummed blissfully.

“Now the other side,” Roy chuckled, and Jason breathed in as he fit the rim of the bottle to his other nostril. “What a good boy,” he said, lifting the bottle up to his own nose and huffing deeply. “Oh-kay, that should make this all much easier.”

Roy positioned himself between Jason’s legs again, lined himself up, head brushing against Jason’s hole. “This time, breathe.” He ordered, and Jason exhaled as Roy pushed himself slowly inside.

“Fuck, oh my God.” Jason said letting his head fall back as Roy filled him. Roy’s lips were planted to Jason’s jaw, and he was sliding deeper, pulling back every so often, only to thrust slowly further. “Jesus, Arrow.”

“Feel good, Hood?” Roy asked, licking down his throat and all Jason could do was moan. “That’s it, see I knew you could take it.”

Roy started off gradually, giving Jason the opportunity to adjust to the way his hole was being stretched, working himself steadily deeper until his hips were flush against Jason’s ass.

Jason barely recognized himself as he whimpered, and begged Roy for more. He’d let go of his legs, letting them rest against Roy’s sides, hands digging claws into the other man’s shoulders. Roy was whispering praise into Jason’s ear, but he couldn’t hold onto the words.

“Please, Arrow.”

“That’s it, Hood.”

“More.”

“Such a good boy.”

“Harder”

“Fuck, you take me so well.” Roy said, then he pulled back and his dick slipped out of Jason’s hole. Jason was panting, and he felt empty. He was about to ask Roy what the hell he thought he was doing, because they were nowhere close to done yet, when Roy’s lips were on his again. “Roll over, baby.” He whispered, and the tenderness in it caught Jason off guard.

He'd watched Roy fuck enough that Jason thought he had a decent idea of what getting fucked by him would be like, but the red head kept surprising him. He kissed Roy back, and the older boy moaned so deeply it almost sounded like a growl, then Jason rolled back onto his stomach.

“Fucking beautiful.” Roy said, hands grazing over Jason’s ass, then sliding back to grasp at his hips. “Get on your knees.” Roy said, not giving Jason the chance to cooperate before he was manhandling him into the position he wanted. Roy might not have been as big as Jason was, but he was strong in his own right.

Jason stayed there, positioned on all fours as Roy rubbed his cock against his hole. His hands were skimming over Jason’s back, and Roy kept bucking against his ass, but he wasn’t goint back in, and it was driving Jason crazy.

“Jesus, Arrow,” Jason huffed, “stop teasing and fuck me already!”

“Heh, I thought you’d never ask.” Roy lined his dick up and pushed inside; pulling a moan out of Jason as he bottomed out. Roy layered himself over Jason’s back, one arm reaching around to take Jason’s dick in hand, the other hooking over his shoulder to grab at his chest. “You feel so good, man.” He whispered against the shell of Jason’s ear fucking him with slow, deep thrusts.

Jason was supporting both of their weights as Roy fucked him, keeping time with his thrusts as he stroked Jason’s cock. His legs were shaking, and his arms hurt, but he wouldn’t let himself fall. Not when Roy kept telling him how good he was.

“What a good fucking boy–”

“Yeah, just like that, fucking take my cock–”

“I always thought you’d be good at this–”

“Yeah, moan for me baby, don’t be shy–”

“You like that don’t you?” Roy asked, and Jason nodded frantically. Roy hadn’t stopped stroking his cock, hand continuously slick the the precum Jason couldn’t stop leaking. “Tell the camera.” Roy panted, never once altering the pace of his hips or his hand, “tell them how much you love it.” With the hand not wrapped around Jason’s dick, Roy grasped his chin and angled his face toward the camera. “Say it.” Roy whispered.

“I– I love it.” Jason said, words failing him every time Roy bottomed out.

“Love what?” Roy asked smugly, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I love your cock.” Jason sighed.

“Yeah you do.” Roy practically growled. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Roy asked, and again Jason nodded frantically. “Do you wanna cum, Hood?” He asked, and all Jason could do in response is moan. “Ask me.” Roy said, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Fuck, Arrow, please.” Jason whined, too caught up in the pleasure to feel embarrassed about it. “I wanna cum.”

“Thats it,” Roy laughed, stroking Jason harder, and leaning close to his ear again. “Shoot for me, Jason.”

He said the words so quietly, so close to Jason’s ear that there was no way the mics could have picked it up, and something about it just pushed Jason over the edge. He came hard, cock spasming in Roy’s hand, balls pulsing with each gush of cum that shot over the comforter, and hole clenching down on Roy’s dick. He collapsed onto the bed as his arms and legs gave out, and Roy wasted no time settling over Jason like this.

“Thats it, Hood, let it all out.” Roy hummed, fucking into Jason mercilessly as his body kept spasming from orgasm. “That was fucking beautiful.” He panted, “you’re fucking beautiful.” He littered kisses across Jason’s back, hand no longer around his cock, instead gripping at his waist with animal intensity. “I’m getting close, dude.” Roy said, and Jason felt a rush of excitement in his chest at the idea of making Roy cum.

“Fuck yes,” Jason said, voice muffled by the pillow beneath him, “cum on me.”

“Fucking hell, man.” Roy groaned, fucking Jason’s hole with renewed intensity. “You make me crazy.” He pulled out, and Jason heard him tear the condom off and toss it behind him. “Fuck, here it comes, here it– Oh! Fuck, Jesus Christ.” Roy cried as he shot hot ropes of cum over Jason’s back. Jason knew Roy gave big loads, but seeing it on some girls face while scrolling twitter and feeling it sprayed all over him were two very different things.

Roy collapsed over Jason with a content sigh, nuzzling his face into the crook of Jason’s neck. “That,” he said, breathing heavily, “was incredible.”

Jason hummed beneath him, his head still buzzing, and body still reeling from how much Roy had put him through. They laid there for a while, Jason couldn’t have guessed how long if he tried. Eventually though, Roy sat up, and Jason immediately missed the heat of his body.

Despite the way his muscles complained, Jason rolled over to look at Roy. He was grinning down at him, chest and abs glistening with the cum that had been smeared between them. He ran a hand through his hair, then walked over to the desk and turned off the cameras — each one powering down with a short beep.

Jason expected Roy to grab one of the towels folded up and stored beneath the bedside. That he’d wipe himself off and get dressed, and they’d try to pretend that they didn’t just have some of the most mind-blowing sex Jason had ever had in his life. Instead, he crawled back on the bed and kissed Jason again, and that scent his thoughts reeling. The cameras were off, the scene was over, and yet Roy was still treating him with so much tenderness, and his lips were still soft as his mouth greedily stole Jason’s breath.

He pulled back, and looked at the cum coating Jason’s stomach with a grin. He ran a finger through the sticky mess, then brought it up to his mouth — licking his fingers clean. Jason blinked at him, brain absolutely short circuiting.

“We made a pretty big mess, huh?” Jason laughed, sitting up and wincing at the way his hips ached.

“We did.” Roy agreed, sitting back and licking his lips as his eyes roved over Jason. “I think I’m gonna hop in the shower.” Roy said, sliding off the bed, this time grabbing a towel from the bedside. He crossed the room, and Jason couldn’t help looking at his ass as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom. He turned and looked at Jason, cocking his head to the side. “Well, are you coming?”

Chapter Text

Dickhead

Hey
you busy tonight?

Not any more than usual
why?
whats up lil wing?

could I swing by your apartment?
nothin urgent
just something I wanted to pick your brain about

Yes!!!
Wait.
one problem
not in gotham :/
out in the pines

Guess I’m coming to the pines then
see you in a few hrs

:D
wow !!!
impromptu Jay visit
how’d I get so lucky
should I pick you up at the ferry?

Nahh the walk to your place isn’t too bad
I’ll manage

lmk when you’re close!!
oh
wait
could you…
grab a bottle of tequila?
maybe two
running low ^^;

Only for you, dickie
only for you

Jason walked along the footpaths of Fire Island Pines, muggy summer air clinging to his skin, the haze of a dusk painted sky glowing through the foliage that encased the walkway.

Two bottles of Jose Cuervo clinked in his backpack, and Jason was already having premonitions of the whined ‘You didn’t even get Patron?’ Dick would give him in place of a ‘thank you.’

Grayson had a loft back in Gotham, but these days he spent more time out here than he did in the city — only making the trip back to throw another one of his parties.

Which was why it did not surprise Jason in the slightest to see that the beach house was alive with people.

Jason had only been out here a couple times before. First, two years ago when Dick was just moving in & needed all the help he could get to bring his furniture inside; then, a few months back for a little family reunion, or whatever Dickie wanted to call it.

Now, he could see a handful of people plastered to the railing, or sitting on the ramp up to the house talking loudly, clear plastic cups in hand. Another group had laid claim to the patio table passing a joint between them, staring up at the colors of the sky.

Over the din of house music coming from inside, Jason could only hear muffled conversation as he made his way up the walkway.

No one paid him much attention, even as he shouldered past them to open the sliding glass door — music blaring as he stepped inside.

There was a game of kings cup playing out over Dick’s dining table, a group of girls were behind the bar giggling to themselves as they mixed up fruity cocktails, a pair of guys making out on a couch – one of them pressed into the cushions, the other with a hand gently braced against his throat as they ground against each other.

Dick, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Jason made his way to the bar that passed for a kitchen, ignoring the way the girls whispered and looked over their shoulders at him as they scurried away. He placed his bag on the counter, then took the tequila out and shut the bottles in the freezer before fishing his phone out of his back pocket to call Dick.

He pressed the phone to his ear lazily as he leaned against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck while the phone rang.

“Jay!” Dick’s voice came through the speaker after three rings, “You almost here? I’ll come meet you up fron–”

“I’m in your kitchen.” Jay cut him off.

“Did you–”

“Tequilas in the freezer.”

“Can you let me–”

“What’s the point?” He asked “I already know what you’re gonna say anyway.”

“You’re insufferable.” Dick sighed into the phone.

“And you didn’t tell me you had company.” Jason said, not out of real annoyance at the situation, he just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease the golden boy.

“Hey,” Dick’s voice echoed, simultaneously buzzing through Jason’s phone and ringing out clearly behind him, “it’s not my fault you needed emergency big brother advice when I had friends over.”

“You’re not my brother.” Jason protested; a habit he’d given up trying to break. They both knew it wasn’t true — not in any way that mattered.

He turned to see Dick climbing the stairs, a smile coloring his lips soon as their eyes met. Dick ended the call as he bound across the house and flung himself at Jason.

They wrapped each other in a tight hug that – had Jason been anyone else – would have knocked them both to the tile floor; but he had practice withstanding Dick’s enthusiasm.

“Glad you could make it.” Dick said with an already tequila softened smile, long brown waves falling over his shoulder as Jason placed him back down on the ground — never any less graceful for the liquor in his body.

“Always down to crash a party.” Jason shrugged, then his eyes snagged on something behind them. Another person climbing the stairs – tall, lean, lightly tanned freckled skin, and curly red hair – trying his best not to stare, or fidget, and failing at both.

“Who’s the new boytoy?” Jason leaned in to ask, pointing toward Dick’s poor lost puppy with his nose.

“Hm?” Dick tilted his head at Jason, then his eyes lit up, “Oh! Wally, c’mere!” He called, “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

The kid buffered for a second, like he wasn’t sure Dick was actually talking to him, and Jason didn’t try to hide the face he made as he mouthed the name ‘Wally.’

The guy recovered quick though, finding his place at Dick’s side and settling in beside him like it was where he belonged. He rested a hand almost absentmindedly on Dick’s waist, and only then did Jason notice the light purple painted in splotches over Dick’s neck. So he’d interrupted them.

Gross.

“Jay, Wally.” Dick said holding one arm out toward the red head, “Wally, Jay.” And his other toward Jason. An introduction that told neither boy a damn thing. Dick looked between them both, crooked smile gleaming under the kitchen overheads.

Wally reached out his hand first. “Nice to meet you, Jay.” He smiled

“Jason,” He corrected, reaching out to shake Wally’s hand firmly with both of his. “My friends call me Jay.” He smiled back.

“Oh… kay.” Wally replied, clearly resisting the urge to furrow his brow. Dick rolled his eyes.

“Be nice,” Dick huffed, smacking Jason’s arm with more strength than a  person Dick’s size should have. “Ignore him, “Dick told Wally, then danced over to the freezer and pulled out the still room temperature tequila, “it’s time for shots.”

•

The thing about partying with Dick was, you always found yourself far more fucked up than anticipated. This was, however, entirely by design.

Dick didn’t do anything in half measures — always all or nothing. He’d never seen the point in living any other way.

Jason sat with his feet in the hot tub, wearing a pair of trunks he’d borrowed from Dick’s boyfriend of the week, which if he were being honest with himself, was not the worst guy Dick could have decided to keep on a leash for however long he found them entertaining.

Which is a pattern that sounded far worse than it actually was, but Jason never liked thinking about Dick’s sex life. Just like he wished he weren’t kicking his feet at the water’s edge while the two made out in the pool.

He kept his eyes respectfully averted, but considering the three of them were the only people still on the pool deck, it was hard not to catch glimpses. The way they seemed to move so well together, their bodies curling around each other like every curve and plane were molded to a perfect fit. And all Jason could wonder is how Dick always made it look so simple.

That kind of intimacy had never come easily to Jason. It always felt too vulnerable, left him feeling stripped too bare, and had him putting his walls back up almost as quickly as he let them down. Which honestly, was a large part of why sex work was such a good fit for him in the first place. Scenes didn’t come with the expectation of romance, of feelings — not beyond the heat of being on camera together, anyway.

He'd always had that safety net to fall back on, that layer of separation between his heart and those of the people he slept with, no matter how passionate they looked on screen.

That’s how he liked things. It was his policy to try and keep work and personal relationships separate. Or, as separate as possible in an industry where your personal circle was one of your most valuable assets.

But here he was, jacuzzi water bubbling around his ankles as his chest tightened at a blurry picture Roy posted on his story.

The photo wasn’t anything special. A thirst trap, Roy with a towel wrapped around his waist, happy trail peeking out above the plush cotton, pulling Jason’s eyes to the bulge clearly visible beneath it. A hasty swipe of his hand all the effort he put into clearing the steam from Jason’s bathroom mirror — tongue peeking through his sharp grin.

Jason hadn’t even realized Roy had taken the photo, but he did know that just out of frame, he was climbing out of the shower himself. Trying to keep his eyes trained on the floor instead of tracing the lines of Roy’s abdomen to the place they disappeared beneath his fresh white towel.

‘Hey, what are you up to tomorrow?’ Roy asked as Jason dried his hair.

‘Not a damn thing,’ Jason replied, wondering if it was weird that part of him hoped Roy would ask for a repeat performance. ‘Why?’

‘Oh, it’s just–’ Roy hesitated, interrupting himself with a laugh, ‘Kori and I have plans tonight. Some event her agency is making her go to. I’m tagging along for moral support, and–’

Jason let the towel fall from his face, raising an eyebrow at Roy’s rambling. ‘Right, okay. Getting to the point.’ Roy sighed, ‘Come to Metro tomorrow. We could go out… or something.’

‘Go out…?’ Jason asked, trying not to look too hard at the dip of Roy’s clavicles, or the cut of his jaw.

‘Yeah,’ Roy laughed again, swiping his vape from the bathroom counter and taking a hit, ‘there’s a party at this bar on the East Side. Thought we could go cause problems for old time’s sake.’ He took another hit, ‘What’d’ya say,’ He smiled, ‘one last night out before I fly back to L.A.?’

He hadn’t known what to say, and Roy seemed to catch on, ending the oddly tense silence with a hummed ‘Just think about it, m'kay? No pressure, jus’ let me know.’ He smiled then disappeared into the bedroom. ‘I think I’m gonna call a car,’  he announced as he got dressed.

‘I’ll walk you down.’ Was all Jason could bring himself to say, because ‘do you have to go?’ felt too close to the kind of intimacy he refused to let himself give into.

Now though, he wished he’d invited Roy to that billiards bar like he’d thought about, instead of walking him to the SUV that came to take him back to Metropolis — resisting the suffocating urge to kiss him goodbye.

Walking back to his apartment, passing a paper bag hiding a handle of whiskey between them, talking about nothing. Bumping into each other every so often — not sure if it was the liquor’s fault, or their bodies’ reaching for each other.

Sharing a cigarette on his stoop, passing the shrinking bundle of tobacco between them, and relishing each of his turns because the filter had touched Roy’s lips, too.

Pulling Roy back up the stairs and collapsing on the couch together, too busy chasing the taste of smoke on each other’s tongues to care about the fact that their clothes had been left in a trail across the apartment. Too wrapped up in their frantic race to feel skin against skin that it was like everything beyond them faded away.

He wished he weren’t so damn confused.

He downed the last of his drink – some cocktail Wally mixed up when Dick and Jason got bored of dominating every drinking game they set their minds to – then laid down against the pool deck, closing his eyes with a groan.

He heard hushed conversation between Dick and Wally, then giggles, cut short by what he could only assume was more kissing, before Dick was climbing out of the pool to sit beside him.

“Why are you pouting?” Dick asked, gently wringing the water from his hair before putting it up in a lopsided bun.

“I’m not.” Jason said, throwing an arm over his face as water pooled off Dick, and soaked the back of his t-shirt.

“You are,” Dick told him, never one to let Jason squirm his way out of talking about his feelings. “Let’s take a walk.”

“I need a cigarette.” Jason told him, knowing Dick would take it for the acceptance of his fate that it was.

Dick’s house was three properties from the beach, less than a five-minute stroll down the walkway before the weather worn wood planks gave way to fine sand. This late, moon gleaming near full in the star spattered night sky, there was next to no one down here. Waves crashed on the shore, and beyond the protection of the dunes, the wind was strong as it kicked up sand at the two boys’ feet.

“Wally seems… nice.” Jason said, exhaling smoke that had barely formed before the wind whisked it away. He offered the cigarette to Dick, but he just shook his head. Jason took another drag, “How long’s that been going on?”

“A month or two,” Dick shrugged, and Jason raised an eyebrow.

“Months?” he gawked, knowing Dick was only playing at casual, and failing massively. “That serious, huh”

“I dunno about serious, but you’re right, he is nice.” Then after a silence that felt entirely too fragile to be coming from Dick, “He’s good to me.”

Jason hummed around the cigarette’s filter. Dick hadn’t been in a relationship for as long as Jason had known him. He was more the one-night stand, or hot & heavy fling type. Seeing him get all flustered over his newest fuck buddy just spoke to how new this was to him.

Jason didn’t know the whole story behind Dick’s last ‘serious’ relationship, but he knew there was one — and that it was anything but pretty.

“Alright, alright,” Dick huffed, “enough about me. What’s on your mind, lil’ wing? I can’t remember a time when you’ve asked me for advice.”

“Who says I’m asking now?” Jason said, flicking ash down onto the sand.

“Cut the tough guy shit and just talk to me.” Dick whined, “Why come all the way out here just to chicken out when you actually get what you want?”

Dick was good at that. At cutting right to the heart of the matter. And it was never for any lack of patience, the guy had that in spades. There was just nothing he hated more than seeing a problem in front of him, but not having all the pieces he needed to fix it.

Jason sighed. “How’d you meet him?” He asked — and now it was Dick’s turn to sigh.

Dick huffed a laugh, “Jay–”

“Humor me?” Jason didn’t plead.

Dick’s stride faltered slightly; Jason doubted anyone but him would have noticed. Dick looked at Jason, who kept his eyes trained on the way the moon reflected off the waves, the only other light between them the glowing ember of his cigarette.

“Fine,” Dick huffed, clasping both hands behind his neck as they continued walking. “He was working the bar at this circuit party in Central. Funny, efficient, charming as a damn fox, and to top it all off, he pours heavy.” Dick shrugged, swiping the cigarette from Jason’s fingers to take a drag. “We hit it off.” He hummed on the exhale.

Jason Scowled, brows twitching together. “So, how’d you get from that, to this?” He jerked his shoulder back toward Dick’s house.

Dick smiled, none of the warmth of it directed at Jason. “I dunno,” Dick brushed his hair out of his face, taking another drag of the near finished cigarette. “It just felt… easy with him, you know? Like, I didn’t feel the need to perform anymore.”

And oddly enough Jason did.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, lil wing?” Dick asked, bumping their shoulders together lightly, “Because I really don’t wanna start guessing.”

“Fine, okay.” Jason took his cigarette back, despite Dick’s squawked complaints, and sucked down the rest of it. He exhaled heavily, then shook his head. “I think… someone asked me out?”

Dick blinked at him, a smile carving its way across his lips, “And you… came to me for advice.” He was practically vibrating.

“Don’t make me regret this.” Jason groaned.

“Tell me everything.” Dick demanded, shaking Jason by the forearm.

“I dunno Dickie,” Jason sighed, “there isn’t much to tell.”

“Bullshit, and we both know it.” Dick scoffed, “Otherwise, you wouldn’t’ve come out here at all.” He crossed his arms.

“Its just–” Jason exhaled heavily, “normally I’d’ve just said no.”

“You’ve done it before.” Dick added, and Jason nodded.

“But this time…”

“You said yes?” Dick leaned toward him slightly.

“No,” Jason shook his head, “but I wanted to.”

“But you turned down the date anyway?” Dick furrowed his brow.

“Didn’t turn it down either. I dunno, he said–” Jason cut himself off a breath too late, and Dick latched on to exactly what Jason was hoping he wouldn’t.

“Wait…” He was grinning ear to ear, “are you telling me you’re having boy problems?”

“Be normal about this.” Jason groaned, kicking at the sand

“Yeah, that’s gonna be tough, lil’ wing.” Dick laughed, reaching up to ruffle the taller man’s hair. “I’m just so damn proud, my little brother’s first boyfriend. Let me savor it for a–”

Jason turned on his heel abruptly, walking back in the direction of Dick’s house. He reached into his pocket, grabbed his battered pack of reds, grimacing at the singular cigarette left inside. By the time Dick caught up to him, Jason had already lit it and took the first drag, now walking with the ocean licking at his ankles.

“Okay, fine!” Dick laughed, throwing himself onto Jason’s back. “I’ll stop, promise.”

Jason hummed. The only reason he didn’t toss Dick off his back right now was because he knew that no matter how hard he tried, Jason wouldn’t be able to shake him.

“Tell me about him?”

“What’d’ya wanna know?” Jason asked.

“How’d you meet?”

Jason huffed, touché. “NYU.”

“Oooh, a friend from Uni. Now that’s a classic.” Dick hummed, “did you reconnect recently, or have you stayed friends this whole time?”

“Stayed friends.” Jason admitted.

“So, what changed?”

Jason shrugged. “Filmed together.”

“And it was that good?’

Jason took a drag, the taste of smoke blanketing his tongue, then exhaled through his nose. “I’ve never had sex like that in my life.”

Dick laughed, then stayed quiet for a breath. “So, what’s holding you back?”

“Honestly?” Jason said, “I don’t know.”

“Nope!” Dick shook his head, popping the ‘p,’ “Don’t cop out on me, try again.”

“But I–”

“Jay, if you want my help, you have to work with me.” Jason stopped walking; and Dick jostled on his back from the suddenness of it. He closed his eyes.

“What if I’m wrong?” Jason said flatly.

“About?” Dick prompted as he slid off Jason’s back to stand in front of him, cocking his head slightly.

“What if the whole thing really was just a scene?”

Dick smiled, “What are you feeling?” He asked, like that was a question with a succinct answer.

“Fucking confused.” Jason huffed.

“Dig deeper,” Dick chided, “we’re getting somewhere.”

“I feel like…” Jason trailed off, the image of Roy blowing smoke rings on the balcony, the weight of him settled on Jason’s lap. The way the red head’s breath felt against the shell of his ear. The way Roy’s fingers gripped at him like he wanted to leave a bruise. “Like I miss the asshole.”

“Then say yes.” Dick shrugged, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“It’s not that fucking easy, Dickie.” Jason huffed.

“Isn’t it, though?” He asked, and Jason narrowed his eyes. “I’m being serious! You clearly want to, so why not just go for it?”

“You don’t get it.” Jason scoffed, continuing their path toward the beach house.

“Then help me understand.” Dick said as he fell into step beside Jason.

“This is stupid, I shouldn’t have come.”

“Wait.” Dick huffed, reaching out to grab Jason’s wrist before he could pick up his pace. “Okay, I’ll stop prodding, but only if you listen to me for like, thirty seconds. A minute, tops.”

Jason didn’t say anything, just crossed his arms and looked down at Dick.

“You told me you’re worried you’ll get this wrong, but from where I’m standing, the only thing you’ve done ‘wrong’ was deciding not to listen to your gut. You’re so determined to be emotionally closed off that even when the opportunity to let go was offered to you on a silver fucking platter, you still brute forced your way into believing you’d be better off not taking the risk. But c’mon Jay, don’t you think your happiness might be worth that little bit of discomfort?”

“I’m not following.” Jason said flatly, “And you’re at twenty-five seconds.”

Dick rolled his eyes, “When this guy asked you out, you wanted to say yes. And that feeling — that desire, it was uncomfortable. But discomfort isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it just means you’re feeling something new, and it might take a bit to get used to.”

“Forty seconds, Dickie.”

“So what if you don’t have all the answers right now. So what if you need time to figure this whole thing out. That’s like, the whole point of dating, actually.”

“Fifty–”

“I just don’t want you to look back on this as the chance you didn’t take. The thing you let slip through your fingers because change scares you!”

“Times up.” Jason said. He pulled his arm from Dick’s grasp, then began trudging back up the shore toward the house, Dick following quick on his heels.

“Well…?” Dick asked, looking at Jason expectantly.

“Well what?” Jason shot back without turning to look at him.

“Did I help?” Dick bumped their shoulders together

“Not one bit.” Jason shrugged him off.

“You’ll let me know how the date goes?” Dick asked.

“Not a fucking chance.” Jason barked.

“You’re no fun,” Dick pouted, “you know that?”

◎

Roy sagged against the couch, head lolling over the back rest as the noise of the crowded rooftop bar swirled around him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure where Kori was, but he knew she was somewhere nearby — her laugh cutting through the DJ’s mediocre dance pop set.

Roy had known he and Kori would be out late from the moment she’d asked him to tag along; brilliant green eyes, and plush lips pouted in a way he’d never been able to refuse. Dinner had gone up until the restaurant staff asked their table to leave, but even before the bill had been paid, Kori and the rest of her Metro-influencer friends had already been talking about where to continue the party.

At this point, Roy was simply along for the ride.

He looked down at his glass, frowning slightly at the half-melted ice, and heavily watered-down remnants of scotch. He didn’t want to get up, but he was nowhere near as drunk as he’d like to be. And hey, their tab – like dinner – was on Kori’s agent’s business card so… what the hell.

He stood, palming his glass from the table, then weaved his way through the crowd of micro-celebs, the less than discrete underaged girls brought in by the club’s promoters, and finance bros hoping that racking up massive tabs buying drinks for every half decent pair of tits at the bar might get them some action.

He flagged down the bartender as soon as he reached the bar. “Scotch,” Roy grunted, then paused for half a breath before adding, “y’know what, make that a double.”

His phone buzzed as the girl behind the bar handed him his drink. He thanked her, then fished his phone out of his pocket and made his way out to the patio. He grinned when he saw Jason’s name on the screen, before promptly ignoring his texted ‘hey,’ and video calling him instead.

He half expected Jason to reject the call, ‘who the fuck video calls someone with no warning?’ Roy could practically hear him say before his phone chimed and Jason’s face filled the screen.

“Hey,” Jason said, clearing his throat —  voice low like he was trying to keep from waking someone else up. It was dark where he was, the only light illuminating Jason’s features coming from the image of Roy on his own screen.  “Sounds like you’re having a good time.”

“Mmm,” Roy laughed, shaking his head, “something like that.”

“Where’s Star?” Jay asked through a yawn, rubbing at his eyes

“Somewhere inside with her friends,” Roy shrugged, “significantly more drunk than I am.” Jason hummed, and Roy felt the sound buzz through his phone’s speaker. “Where are you?” He asked, unable to tell through the dark whether Jay was in his apartment or not.

“A friend’s place,” Jay replied dismissively, breathing out heavily, “needed to get out of the city, y’know?”

Roy hummed, bringing his glass to his lips with his free hand, for lack of anything else to say. What could he say?

‘Are you in the headspace to receive information that could potentially change the nature of our friendship forever?’

‘Is it weird that I haven’t stopped thinking about the way your lips felt pressed against mine since I got into my uber earlier?’

‘Even though I’ve heard your voice like this more times than I could count, right now It’s doing things to me that I can’t put into words.’

‘Hope this isn’t weird to say, but I think if you decided not to come out with me tomorrow night it would break my heart? And I really have no clue how to process the knots in my stomach right now… Anyway, how’s your night been?’

Right, because that would go over well. Jason sighed through the speaker.

“So,” He started, running a hand through his hair, “about tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Roy replied, far more enthusiastically than he meant to, and he hoped to God Jay didn’t notice.

“You still up for a night on the town?” All Roy could see on screen was the side of Jason’s face – the tattoo swirling across his cheek, the strong line of his jaw, the bulk of his shoulder, the dip of his clavicles – then he glanced back at the camera, something cautious about the look on his face.

Maybe Roy was reading too much into it. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought. Maybe Jay was just tired. Maybe the flush of his cheeks was from the pink and blue club light streaming through his phone screen. Maybe Roy was just a dumb kid with a crush that was hitting him harder than a motherfucking semitruck, but with the way his gut unfurled from one sentence, he couldn’t bring himself to care about the ‘maybe’s.

“Yeah,” he grinned, wide and boyish “it’s a date.” He laughed, “Metro’s not gonna know what hit ‘em.” The younger boy huffed, shifting so he was laying on his side instead of his back, and the sound of fabric brushing against the mic as he brought the phone closer to his chest made Roy smile softly. “Tired?” Roy asked, and Jason just hummed in response. “Fine, be lame and sleep.” Roy scoffed fondly, “See you tomorrow.”

“Mmm, tomorrow.” Jason agreed, then ended the call.

Roy tucked his phone into his pocket, downed the rest of his drink, left the glass where it was, then headed back inside — slipping into the throng of dancing bodies to find Kori. It didn’t take him long to spot her, bouncing red curls and warm tanned skin shimmering beneath the technicolor club light, a smile on her lips, not a care in the world.

He came up behind her, gently slipping his arms around her waist, and resting his chin on her shoulder, both of them swaying their bodies to the music without missing a beat. She leaned back into him, humming softly as her hand found his.

“I wondered where you were.” She said, spinning in Roy’s hold to face him with a smile. “Having fun?” She asked, and Roy hummed, then leaned in to kiss her — Kori’s lips parting easily as she invited him to deepen it. She practically purred as she pulled away, cupping his face with delicate manicured fingers.

She considered him for a moment, squinting slightly, the glitter of her eyeshadow shimmering in the light. “Something’s… different.” She whispered, leaning closer so he could hear. “S’everything okay?” Her voice slurred by gin and tonic. Roy smiled and took her hands in hers, pressing his lips to her knuckles.

“More than,” he assured her, “tired s’all”

Her lips twisted slightly, “Promise?” He leaned back in to kiss her cheek, feeling the heat of alcohol from her skin — she sagged against him slightly as he settled his hands on her hips.

“Why don’t we get out of here, hm?” He whispered against her, and he felt goosebumps pebble her smooth skin. She turned her face to meet his, lips brushing together in a chaste kiss, then nodded. He took her by the hand, and they left the bar together, pressing their bodies close as the elevator doors gave them privacy.

Roy knew every curve of Kori’s body, knew the way she moved beneath his touch, the way her breath hitched when his fingers pressed into her thighs, or skated over the graceful slope of her back. He could make her come undone without a second thought, and it was beautiful every time.

She clutched at the cotton of his t-shirt as the elevator chimed, and she clung close to his side as they made their way outside. Kori giggled, bubbly and sweet as she skipped to the curb to hail a cab, waving down the car with one arm, and adjusting her strapless dress with the other. The cabbie screeched to a halt in front of them, and Roy opened the door to help Kori inside.

She gave the driver the address to their Airbnb, then blew him a kiss through the plexiglass divider. He nodded, face turning a deep flushed pink as he pulled away from the curb.

Roy tugged her closer, lips finding the slope of her neck easily, and she hummed blissfully as he worked a light bruise over her beautiful skin.

“I meant to ask,” she said, fingers snaking into Roy’s hair and pulling him away from the hickey he was painting, “how’d filming with Jay go?” Roy rested his forehead against her shoulder and smiled.

“Great,” he answered honestly, a laugh threaded through the word, “he did great.” Kori hummed approvingly.

“Are you seeing him again before we leave?” She asked, fingers combing gentle paths through his hair.

“Tomorrow,” Roy nodded, “I’m taking him to Man of Steel.” He kissed her throat softly, and she chuckled.

“You miss him.” She said, no question in the tone of her voice.

“Mmm,” Roy replied.

“You know,” she said, hand sliding down his back, “I’m surprised that was your first time being… intimate with each other.” Roy sat back, and Kori wasted no time tracing her fingertips over his jaw. It was an absent-minded gesture; physical touch had always been her primary love language.

“Honestly,” Roy sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, “This wasn’t the first time I’ve thought about it. Not by a long shot.”

“So…” Kori said, drawing out the word as she walked her fingers up Roy’s chest, “why’d you wait so long?”

“C’mon, Star,” Roy huffed, “you know how Jay is.” He caught her hand, intertwining their fingers, and she met his eye with a look that said, ‘I do, but we’re talking this out anyway.’

He’d never been good at this, talking about his feelings — not before Kori. And truthfully, he still sucked at it. Every moment of these conversations felt like pulling teeth, but something about letting Kori walk him through his own emotions always seemed to help things fall into place. Roy sighed.

“Back at NYU,” he started, “we were close. Like, really close. He crashed at my place all the time, even after I dropped out.” He smiled, shaking his head. “I remember one time he fell asleep in my bed after we went to a party, and it took everything in me not to crawl under the covers with him.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I slept on the couch instead.”

“How come?” She asked, cocking her head at him slightly.

“Well,” Roy sighed, cutting himself off as the car lurched to a stop, the cabbie honking at the driver in front of them and grumbling to himself in frustration. Kori chuckled, then nodded for Roy to continue. “Jay’s always been kinda… flighty, you know? He had it rough, growing up. And he’s never really been someone who does well with change.”

He rubbed his thumb in slow circles on the back of her hand, and she hummed in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t want to stop being someone he felt like he could count on because I decided being his best friend wasn’t enough. Plus,” He realized, “even if I had acted on what I was feeling back then, I don’t think either of us could’ve handled… losing each other if things didn’t work out.”

“And now that’s different?” Kori asked.

“I think Jay is tougher now.” Roy told her, “And I think if it turns out that all we did today was have a little fun, then I’ll be okay with that. But…”

“But?”

Roy sucked on his teeth, “I don’t think I’m wrong about what I felt with him, and I think if I let him set the pace, that this could be something good.” He exhaled heavily, “Really good.” Kori smiled at him, then kissed his jaw softly.

“I hope you’re right.” She said, “the last thing I want is to see either of you get hurt.”

Roy furrowed his brow, “are you telling me this is a bad idea?”

“No,” Kori shook her head, “but I am saying that it feels like something… big.” Her lips twisted slightly, “And it’s a decision you have to make, not me. Regardless of what happens between you two, I’ll support the choice you make.”

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, “there’s something you aren’t saying.”

Kori sighed. “When I told you to be gentle with him earlier, I wasn’t talking about sex, Roy.” She met his gaze, and her eyes were swirling with an intensity that always caught him by surprise. “If you break that boy’s heart, I’m going to be very upset with you.”

Roy smiled, kissing her right on her adorably pouted lips.

“I love you,” he told her, “and I’ll be careful, promise.”

“You better,” she said, kissing him back. They settled against each other, Kori’s cheek pressed against Roy’s shoulder, and his chin resting on her head. He draped an arm around her to pull her close, and watched as the bright Metropolis streets passed them by in a blur.

Chapter Text

The scent of breakfast seemed to float on the beach house air. Morning sun streamed through the large floor to ceiling windows, and Jason’s head was pounding.

God damn tequila, he thought, burying his face into the couch cushion and trying to ignore the hushed conversation between the lovebirds in the kitchen.

The hardwood floor creaked slightly as someone walked closer. They placed something on the table – ceramic clinking against the glass top – then sat on the couch he was currently trying to sleep on.

“Go away, Dick.” Jason grumbled, keeping his face stubbornly pressed to the pillow.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Dick hummed, ruffling Jason’s hair.

He groaned, swatting the hand away clumsily, and making a half-hearted attempt to kick Dick off the sofa. Dick laughed, and Jason shifted, throwing a glare in his direction.

“Hungry?” Dick asked, cocking his head at Jason slightly. Jason rolled over, flinging an arm across his face to block out the sun.

“Yeah.” He sighed, “I could eat.”

“Should be ready in a minute.” Wally called across the room, something greasy sizzling deliciously on the stove. Jason’s stomach grumbled. Dick laughed, patted Jason’s leg, then stood up, making his way back to the kitchen to cling to Wally’s side.

Jason rubbed at his eyes with his forearm,  sitting up and squinting blearily into the morning light. He’d taken off his shirt at some point last night, throwing it across the coffee table in a haze of liquor and sleep. Now, a steaming cup of coffee sat beside it. He grabbed the mug, caring more about the caffeine it offered than any notion of modesty.

He took a sip – hot americano, a touch of sugar – exactly how he liked. He scowled at his reflection rippling in the dark espresso.

Sometimes it was creepy, the way Dick held onto information. The little things, like how someone took their coffee, or the cologne they liked to wear.

Other times it was sweet — but Jason would never be the one to tell him that.

He took another sip, then placed the mug back on the table, reaching instead for his phone, which was laying screen down on the carpet. He fiddled with the buttons for a moment before the display informed him it was dead. He sighed.

“Either one of you have a charger?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, over here.” Dick replied, currently perched on the kitchen counter, making no effort to bring it to him.

Jason huffed, wrapping a blanket over his shoulders as he stood up. He grabbed the coffee with his free hand, then made his way over to the bar, taking a seat at one of its stools.

Dick passed Jason the cord, barely turning to face him as they both watched Wally cook.

He stirred a simmering mix of water and vinegar into a gentle whirlpool, carefully depositing one, two, three eggs into its swirling center.

Jason nodded, impressed. The guy was whipping up Eggs Benedict with the kind of practiced ease Jason thought was unique to Alfred.

 Jason’s phone chimed on the counter, the notifications he’d missed while its battery was dead piling up on his lock-screen.

“You sticking around today?” Dick asked, looking over his shoulder at Jason briefly before returning his attention to Wally.

“Gotta head back to Gotham,” Jason told him, intentionally leaving out that it would only be a pit stop to change before meeting Roy in Metro.

“I’m hopping on the ferry today too,” Wally said, sliding sausage and toasted English muffins onto three plates. “Gotta be back in Central for class on Monday, it’d be nice to have company on the ride.” He looked up at Jason and smiled.

“Sure,” Jason said, obscuring his grimace in his coffee. He was already dreading the fifteen-minute walk to the dock, the half hour boat ride, and the endless small talk he’d have to weather on the trip. “Sounds great.”

•

Wally wasn’t bad company. Talkative, but the conversation wasn’t insufferable. The guy was a bartender, like Dick said, but he was also working his way through grad school.  Chemical Physics… or Physical Chemistry. Something science-y.

Jason may have zoned out once or twice.

“Taking the train back into the city?” Wally asked as they stepped off the ferry, sun bleached wood dock groaning beneath their feet, the sleepy town of Sayville quiet as it had been the night before.

“Nope,” Jason shook his head, fishing his motorcycle keys out of the bag slung over his shoulder, twirling them around his index finger.

“Guess this is goodbye then.” Wally said with a smile, adjusting the duffle strap across his chest, then putting out his arm. “Nice to meet you, Jason.” He said.

“Likewise.” Jason nodded, shaking his hand firmly, then turning on his heel. “Hey, Wally?” Jason paused, barely a few steps away, turning his head back toward the red-head slightly.

“Yeah?” Wally replied, eyebrow quirked.

“I’m sure this goes without saying,” Jason told him, “but if you break Dickie’s heart, I’ll break that pretty little smile of yours.” He looked Wally dead in the green of his eyes. “We clear?”

Wally swallowed thickly, then nodded.

“Crystal.”

Jason hummed, gave Wally a once over, then walked away without another word.

He unlocked the saddle bag mounted to his bike, took out his helmet, put it on, then settled into the seat. He jammed the key into the ignition, revved the engine, then took off — leaving Wally and the ferry station in his dust.

◎

“Can I bum one of those?”

Roy reached behind him, fishing his pack of Newport’s out of his back pocket, flipping the lid open, then holding it out toward Jason with a grin.

“You made it.”

Jason grabbed one, produced a red lighter from his jeans, then leaned against the wall beside Roy — exhaling menthol-tinged smoke as his back hit the bar’s brick exterior.

“Been waiting long?” Jason asked, turning his head slightly to glance at Roy — who hummed with a noncommittal shrug, cigarette hanging loosely off his lip.

Waiting here long? No, this was only his first smoke since he’d gotten out of the uber. But he’d been restless all god damn day.

Kori had brunch plans with her girlfriends, which obviously stretched into lunch plans, which was always going to lead to a happy-hour somewhere eventually.

So, Roy had been cooped up in the penthouse… Rolling joints to keep his hands moving, smoking them for something to do with his tongue, then lying face down in the pool because that felt less like admitting defeat than taking a cold shower would have.

The sky was dark now, the sun swallowed by Hob Bay, but Metropolis was radiant as ever. The city at night was beautiful, the way it seemed to glow, laughter and music pouring through open doors or windows.

“Ready?” Roy asked, flicking his half-burnt cigarette to the ground, crushing the ember beneath his heel.

Jason sighed, smoke unfurling in his breath, snuffing his out on the wall. “As I’ll ever be.”

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Jason did not go out. Not usually, anyway.

It was less of a rule — more a matter of impatience for everything that came with it.

If he did go out, for God knows why, it was more than likely to a dive bar. He always found beating the regular crowd at darts, or pool, or trivia far more entertaining than the average club experience.

He and Roy pushed their way through the doors, electro-pop beats filling the packed, hazily lit space. The place thrummed, a crowd of broad shoulders and chiseled bodies decked in leather, or latex, or mesh — the air heavy with a perfume of sweat and liquor.

“First rounds on me!” Roy practically shouted over the music, “what’d’ya want?”

“Whiskey,” Jason told him, leaning closer instead of raising his voice.

“On it,” Roy winked, patting Jason on the back, “hang tight.”

He watched Roy slip into the crowd, then flag down the bartender. A butch girl, thick dreads piled on top of her head in a loose bun.

Jason slumped against the wall, letting his head fall back, eyes closed, breathing in time with the bass-line pulsing around him.

Steel was not his scene, not even remotely.

This was an old feeling, though. Familiar. As intrinsic to he and Roy’s friendship as the red-heads knack for pushing Jason’s buttons.

Back at NYU it had been frat parties, or clubs with particularly lenient bouncers, or too many people crammed in the too small apartment of someone with too loose a definition of the word friend — but the feeling was always the same.

“Oh good.” Roy laughed, pushing a glass into Jason’s hand. “You’ve found a corner to brood in.”

“I’m not–”

“Yes,” Roy interrupted with a grin, “you absolutely are.”

Jason scowled, hiding the twist of his lips in his whiskey.

“Loosen up!” Roy laughed, bumping his shoulder against Jason’s, “have I ever taken you somewhere that we didn’t have a good time?” He paused, drink half raised to his lips, “on second thought, don’t answer that.”

“Good call.”

Jason’s skin was warm where Roy pressed against him. Their proximity was a matter of necessity — they could barely hear each other as it was, and if they stood any further apart, the crowd would fill the space between them like smoke. So, Jason pressed closer instead.

“I’m glad you came.” Roy said after a second, gaze scanning the room.

Jason didn’t reply — he didn’t know how to. The tension between them now was palpable. New, and strange, and making Jason question the comfortable ease they had always existed in around each other.

He thought – not for the first time since Roy left his apartment – that maybe they’d made a mistake. That for as hot and heavy as the sex between them had been in the moment, they had lost something else in its wake.

Because there was no going back now. Not when the pressure of Roy’s fingers, the hunger in his eyes, and the taste of his tongue were all branded into Jason’s mind.

He’d meant what he told Dick last night, even if he’d only allowed himself that moment of honesty with tequila as his convenient scapegoat.

The sex was good, life changing, if Jason were willing to think about everything this particular venture into self-discovery meant for him. Which he wasn’t. But that didn’t change the fact that the sex had happened, and that Jason was irrevocably altered because of it.

Was that worth losing everything Jason and Roy had always been? Was change any different than loss, really?

“Feel like dancing?” Roy asked, nodding toward the center of the room where the mass of bodies was densest.

Jason raised an eyebrow.

“What! I’m serious.” Roy laughed, “that’s what people do at these things, you know. Drink, dance, do questionable drugs in the bathrooms.” He shrugged, taking a sip. “When in Rome and all that.”

Jason huffed. No, he did not want to dance, but standing here while his thoughts spun like tires in the goddamn mud… that was even less appealing.

“When in Rome,” Jason echoed, downing the rest of his drink, then placing his glass down on a table near the wall. “Sure, why the hell not?”

◎

The night was still young, but the party was already in full swing. Gogo-boys posted on stages and pedestals around the club. Bodies gyrating to the beat, bills tucked into their minimal clothing, color gleaming off their skin, sweat shimmering beneath the lights.

Roy hadn’t been here since last winter — summer air breathed new life into the cramped venue. He’d always thought parties like Men of Steel were best enjoyed in cities you had no ties to. The sea of nameless faces acting as the perfect backdrop to let loose.

The L.A. club circuit was large, but painfully insular. A rotating cast of Roy’s friends, or former hookups, or guys he’d ghosted on Grindr. Anonymity a near impossibility when a familiar body was hiding around every corner.

Here though? There were no histories. Just strong drinks, good vibes, and their whole night ahead of them.

That had been the plan, anyway.

Jason seemed… tense. Had been since he met Roy outside, but he’d hoped the kid would ease into his particular brand of charisma with a little liquor in him. He was at the bar now, adding their third round to Roy’s tab, and still stiff as a Goddamn board.

Their eyes snagged on each other from across the room. Split second glance, a tight-lipped smile, then Jason turned back to the bar.

Roy sighed. Inviting Jason to Steel had been… impulsive. And selfish.

Mostly selfish.

Roy just missed the fun he and Jay used to have. The trouble they’d get into back in New York. Missed the normalcy of it. How no matter where they found themselves, he wouldn’t even have to look over his shoulder to know Jason was close to his side.

Maybe that’s what all this was.

Delusion.

Hoping that by clinging to the past, what they used to have, he could avoid the incredibly painful possibility that they didn’t have anything real between them anymore.

Only filming a few times a year when the three of them happened to be in the same city; and relegated to watching each other’s lives through their phone screens whenever they weren’t.

He’d been so certain last night that he and Jason were in a good spot. That being intimate – as Kori had so succinctly put it – had brought them closer.

“Here,” Jason said, a glass of whiskey in each hand, offering one to Roy.

“Thanks” Roy said, clinking the rims of their drinks together before taking a sip. Jason kept his in his hand, but made no move to drink it, eyes scanning the room with a scowl.

“Jay,” Roy breathed, “you good?”

“Why are we here?” Jason asked, taking a sip, skepticism etched into the crease if his brow.

“Because I thought it’d be… fun?” Roy told him, confused.

“Couldn’t we have just hung out?”

“We are hanging out,” Roy laughed, “that’s literally what this is.”

“No,” Jason said, “I mean like, us, just us. Not you, me, and a room full of people staring.”

“Jason,” Roy sighed, “they’re not staring. They’re looking. You’re hot, and people are interested, is that really so bad?”

“Looking, staring, I don’t fucking care what it is,” Jason huffed, “I just want it to stop.”

Roy laughed, shaking his head, seeing Jason’s frown in his mind without needing to look.

“You want it to stop?” Roy asked, leaning closer.

 Jason nodded.

“Alright,” Roy smiled, “c’mere then.”

He raised a hand, grasping Jason’s chin with his thumb and forefinger to bring their lips together. Soft, and slow, and Jason melted into it, free hand finding Roy’s waist to pull him closer.

Roy broke away first, their foreheads still pressed together as the crowd danced around them, unfazed.

“I don’t see how that’s…” Jason breathed, sagging against Roy, “supposed to help.”

“You’re hot, Jay.” Roy repeated, “Everyone wants a piece, but,” Roy shrugged, “I called dibs.”

“Is that what we’re calling this?” Jason laughed softly, body swaying slightly to the music.

“What would you call it?”

“Whatever it was,” Jason whispered, fingers flexing against Roy’s hip, “I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

◎

Jason’s cheeks were hot, liquor in his blood making his whole body flushed. His hands were in Roy’s hair, Roy’s fists gripped at Jason’s t-shirt tightly, their lips locked together, drinks forgotten on the table beside them.

He should have been embarrassed, the two of them sucking face in the corner of a bar like highschoolers at a house party, but he couldn’t find the shame. His chest was too full of Roy. The residual taste of Menthol on his tongue, and the whiskey burning between them.

All that mattered was this. His hands on Roy’s skin, their breath in each other’s lungs — the club beats, flashing lights, and throng of bodies all melted away in waves.

Roy’s teeth tugged at Jason’s bottom lip, fingers rested against the column of his throat as he pulled away slightly, stumbling back a half step, tipsy grin painted across his face.

Jason chased him, missing the warmth of their chests against each other, reaching out with a clumsy hand to grab at Roy’s wrist.

Roy pulled him closer, the two of them staggering forward together, hands desperate to find some place to land as they weaved blindly through the crowd.

Roy’s back met an unexpected wall, gasping into Jason’s mouth as their lips collided, magnetic.

“You make me crazy.” Roy hummed; chin tipped up as Jason nipped at his jaw.

“Well,” Jason asked into the stubble of Roy’s cheek, “are you going to do anything about it?”

◎

Roy was on his knees, Jason’s back pressed against the hastily shut stall door, keeping it closed in place of its broken lock as Roy’s fingers peeled the jeans away from Jason’s hips.

This had always been an inevitability, really. Jason was already hard when his cock met Roy’s lips, salty taste of precum blooming on his tongue as he took it into his mouth. 

“Fuck.” Jason groaned, fingers finding their way into Roy’s hair. He worked Jason deeper, feeling his hands move — palms pressed against the side of Roy’s jaw, keeping him in place as Jason bucked deeper down his throat.

Roy gripped at the back of Jason’s thighs, relaxing his body, willing his gag reflex away with tears in his eyes. Jason loosened his hold, dick falling from Roy’s mouth, thread of saliva cutting a glimmering line through the dim dark. Jason kept a grip on Roy’s chin, guiding his face up as he leaned down to meet him.

There was nothing soft about the way their mouths crashed together, a mess of teeth, lips and tongues ravenously trying to find purchase. Jason moaned, the sound buzzing between them as Roy’s hand wrapped around his cock.

“I want you,” Jason breathed against Roy’s cheek as he pulled away, panting in time with each stroke of his cock.

“Here?” Roy asked, anticipation thrumming beneath his skin.

Jason pulled back, just enough to look Roy in the eye, an openness in his expression that made Roy melt.

“Anywhere.” He grinned, pulling Roy up till they were both standing at their full heights again, lips locked as their hands tugged at each other’s clothes.

It happened quickly, frantically — desperately. The way Jason had Roy’s face pressed up against the door, pants pulled down just below the cusp of his ass, belt buckle clinking against the metal stall. Roy passed him the condom from his wallet without a word, and Jason opened it with his teeth, rolling it on with one hand, the other skimming restlessly over Roy’s back.

“You sure?” Jason whispered, spit wet fingertips sliding gently over Roy’s hole.

“Don’t go soft on me now, Hood.” Roy grinned, poppers already pressed against his nose, metallic heat blooming in his veins.

Jason leaned closer, cock rubbing against Roy’s ass, gaze flicking up to his face as Roy reached back and helped him line up. He pressed his hips back as Jason inched forward, and Roy gasped, whole body pulled taught at the feeling of Jason slipping inside.

“Fuck, Roy.” Jason’s lips were on Roy’s shoulder, hands locked onto his waist. Jason moaned; voice heavy as he pulled back, then thrust slowly deeper.

“Feel good?” Roy laughed.

“Shut up,” Jason huffed, hand clamping over Roy’s mouth, breath hitching at the way Roy’s body clenched around him, “no more talking.”

Roy whimpered, the rhythm of their bodies making the stall creak with each thrust of Jason’s hips. Everything was dialed up to one hundred, the world zeroing in like they were the only two people left in it.

Roy gripped at Jason’s wrist, looking for anything to hold on to as Jason plowed into him, unrelenting as he chased his own pleasure.

Fuck. Roy was ruined.

He and Jason on camera had been a fire, burning steadily as its heat spread between them, but this was electric. Chaotic, mind-numbingly primal. There was no going back, not from this.

“Oh my God.” He gasped when Jason’s hand finally slid away from his mouth, bracing instead on the side of Roy’s throat.

Jason exhaled heavily, his breath hot against the shell of Roy’s ear, thrusting shallowly.

“Give it to me.” Roy pleaded, “C’mon Jay, let it go.”

Jason pressed his face to Roy’s throat, muffling a moan there with stuttering hips, bucking sharply as his body pulsed. They stayed like that, Roy’s cheek pressed against the stall door, Jason holding onto him like a lifeline until his breathing slowed. Their skin was slick with sweat as they pulled away from each other.

“Goddamn…” Roy laughed breathlessly, spinning around on unsteady legs, resting his back against the door.

“Sorry.” Jason mumbled, pulling the condom off, tucking himself back into his jeans, and refusing to meet Roy’s eyes.

“Shut up,” Roy huffed, tipping Jason’s face up with a knuckle beneath his chin, “don’t go soft on me now, Hood.”

Jason laughed, hands twitching at his sides, hesitating to reach for Roy the way he clearly wanted to. Roy pulled him forward by his collar, kissing him firmly, feeling the tension melt between them.

“Wanna get out of here?” Roy asked as he pulled away.

“Please.”

•

Jason's hand hovered at Roy’s waist — no pressure, just presence as they closed out their tab and threaded their way through the increasingly inebriated party goers. The Metropolis breeze was brisk on Roy’s skin, liquor soaked heat of the bar forgotten as they stepped onto the curb.

“Back to my place?” Jason asked, clinging close to Roy’s back, free hand navigating to a ride-share app on his phone.

“And have to wait forty-five minutes before I can get your clothes off again?” Roy laughed, spinning to face Jason with a smirk, “not a fucking chance.”

◎

They’d wound up walking. Trading what would have been a quick cab ride for a fifteen-minute stroll because honestly… Jason hadn’t trusted himself alone in a car with Roy. As it was, their hands were on each other as soon as they were shut in the elevator, rocketing forty-four floors up to Roy’s AirBNB.

Their clothes didn’t last long, stumbling straight into the penthouse as the lift doors slid open. Shoes scattered in the entry way, one shirt tossed over the couch, the other landing somewhere on the dining table, pants kicked off and left in a trail, the boys stripped down to their shorts as they kissed their way through the apartment.

“C’mere,” Roy said, planting his lips just shy of Jason’s, then pulling away, “you’ve gotta see this.” Roy tugged him by the arm, pushing open a sliding glass door that led out to a balcony. The long rectangular pool glowed, casting Roy’s face in rippling teal light as he turned toward Jason, flinging his arms out wide at the view.

It was beautiful, the way Metropolis glimmered, reflected by Gotham across the bay. Twin clusters of man-made stars, mimicking how their skies might look — if not for their own light pollution.

“Baller, right?” Roy beamed; body illuminated against the skyline.

“Baller,” Jason snorted, “yeah.” He shook his head fondly, padding across the pool deck toward Roy. His fingers were on Roy’s waist before he could second guess the motion, pulled into the other man’s space like gravity.

“Never realized you were so clingy,” Roy hummed, turning so their bodies mirrored each other.

“I like touching you.” Jason admitted — blinking at his own honesty, blaming the whiskey, “s’that a problem?”

“A problem?” Roy laughed, “Nuh-uh. Touch all you want.” He leaned closer, noses nearly touching, “its cute.”

“Shut up.” Jason whispered, closing the distance between their mouths, eyes pulled shut as Roy sighed against him. Their hands danced over each others skin; Roy’s muscles smooth beneath Jason’s fingertips. Their bodies swayed, moving to some unheard melody of the city below them, then Roy gasped.

His foot slipped; their arms wound round one another too tightly to avoid crashing into the pool together. The water engulfed them, bubbles swelling in plumes that trailed toward the surface as they sank to the floor. They both came up laughing, reaching for each other as the waves settled back into stillness.

This kind of intimacy never came easily to Jason — this stripped too bare, bone deep kind of vulnerable. It left him feeling raw, exposed, but he couldn’t help the way his defenses collapsed. Not with Roy tearing down his walls, clearing the rubble away before Jason had a chance to try and cobble them back together.

He wasn’t used to this. He had nothing to compare it to… but regrets were saved for morning afters, and consequences reserved for hangovers. Right now, Jason was content to drown in his own desire, clinging to Roy’s breath as he pulled them both under.