[ An invitation that Bruce accepts. He strokes Jason, taking his time to enjoy the warmth and weight of his cock in his hand. He's missed him. He's missed this too. But there's something all encompassing about Jason. If he's not careful, Jason could give him tunnel vision.
He moves his hand in a lazy motion, taking his time to draw it out. See how long Jason could last. It's been two months. ]
[He takes a breath that seems to stutter like words, and it makes him moan as Bruce's hand, thick and scarred and callused, touches him. His cock is weeping precome.
He nods, mutely at first.]
Every damned day.
At first, it was just when I wanted you to not follow me, but that didn't last. By the end I just wanted to be home, I just wanted to be here with you.
[Jason is being open now, because right now, right now, this is everything. In a few hours he'll harden up again, he'll keep this to himself.]
I kept thinking you would be furious at me when I got back. You wouldn't want me back.
[ Maybe at first, he would have been angry. If Jason had only been gone a day. A week. Two weeks. Enough to notice his absence, maybe that would have gotten Bruce to burn all that quiet longing under the heat of his rage.
But when month one bled into month two, any anger he might have felt sputtered into nothing. Because all he could think was how much he missed Jason. How empty things felt when he had to sleep those fistful of hours alone. ]
I will always want you.
[ A vulnerability for vulnerability. Bruce doesn't do those well, but Jason's openness feels overwhelming. ]
[He leans down and kisses Bruce on the mouth, as if by doing that he can swallow the words, consume them entirely, as if they can sweeten the sour things that sometimes linger between them. Right now, he doesn't care.]
I want you to fuck me. Right now. Lube's in the bedside drawer.
[Jason knows the Bruce can turn them over, even though Jason is big, almost as big as Batman, now.]
[ He hears what Jason says and decides right then, it's all he wants too. Turning them over isn't hard, even though Jason is nearly as big as he is. But Bruce knows how to leverage his weight and his size, knows how to swing his hips and use his hands and put Jason on his back as if he weighed nothing. He shifts around, puts himself between Jason's thighs and then takes his time, mouths his way down Jason's neck and across his shoulders and chest. Savors the taste of him, like Bruce is dying of thirst. Returns the favor by sucking a mark into his skin. Then he sits up to take in the sight of him.
It's only a moment he'll have to look away to reach for the drawer and find the lube, but it feels like a moment too long. But he does reach for it eventually, tugging the drawer open and reaching for the bottle. Drags his free hand up Jason's thigh, blunt nails tracing nonsense patterns into his skin. ]
[The movement, Bruce manhandling them, it goes right to Jason's cock, a throb that almost hurts him he wants it so badly. He whines through his nose and arches his back, grabbing a pillow to stuff under his hips.]
Do you want me to beg for it? I'll beg for it, just fuck me now.
[So, not patient, not at all, not a little. He reaches down to catch Bruce's hand, but he doesn't move it. Instead he holds it, tight, squeezes.]
[ Of course. It's been two months. There's a lecture about self control on the tip of his tongue, but then he decides it could wait. He's generous with the lube, uses one hand to spread it a bit before he slicks it between Jason's cheeks, pressing a finger into him to open him up a bit.
The other hand Jason takes and he laces their fingers together and brings Jason's up to his mouth to kiss. ]
Maybe I do. You are gorgeous when you're desperate for me.
[ Only two months and Bruce feels like he might combust. He works his fingers to get him open and to hear the way Jason hisses. He's beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
His fingers slip free to lube himself up so they wouldn't have to wait anymore. He surgea forward, pressing his mouth to Jason's to taste him because he's missed that taste, while he lines himself up. ]
[He pushes himself back onto Bruce's cock, even as he uses his legs to pull Bruce forward, because he has no patience, and whines when he can't get Bruce inside of him that way.]
[Jason's whine gets louder, higher pitched, and he rocks onto Bruce. He feels so full, so completely taken, and it makes him want more, makes him impossibly needy even though he knows he has everything. He presses his fingers into Bruce's back, digging into the muscle as he tries to pull him closer, get more of him.
He thinks he's going to go insane.]
B, how the hell am I supposed to think about anything else, ever, how the fuck am I supposed to-
-shit, right there-
[He groans and tips his head to catch Bruce's mouth, and bites his bottom lip. He thinks he tastes the iron of blood but he doesn't care, unless Bruce complains.]
[ For once, Bruce didn't have an answer. It's too much and he can't think clearly, or at all. He just feels Jason's body move underneath him and it feels incredible. How he managed two months without this, without Jason, Bruce would never know. ]
Don't want you thinking about anything else.
[ Nothing at all. Just them and this moment and all of the moments that will follow. ]
Just me. Just us. [ The teeth sinking into his lip stings, but the pain only makes him want more and more. Everything Jason could possibly give him. ]
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He moves his hand in a lazy motion, taking his time to draw it out. See how long Jason could last. It's been two months. ]
Did you think about me while you were gone?
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He nods, mutely at first.]
Every damned day.
At first, it was just when I wanted you to not follow me, but that didn't last. By the end I just wanted to be home, I just wanted to be here with you.
[Jason is being open now, because right now, right now, this is everything. In a few hours he'll harden up again, he'll keep this to himself.]
I kept thinking you would be furious at me when I got back. You wouldn't want me back.
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But when month one bled into month two, any anger he might have felt sputtered into nothing. Because all he could think was how much he missed Jason. How empty things felt when he had to sleep those fistful of hours alone. ]
I will always want you.
[ A vulnerability for vulnerability. Bruce doesn't do those well, but Jason's openness feels overwhelming. ]
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I want you to fuck me. Right now. Lube's in the bedside drawer.
[Jason knows the Bruce can turn them over, even though Jason is big, almost as big as Batman, now.]
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It's only a moment he'll have to look away to reach for the drawer and find the lube, but it feels like a moment too long. But he does reach for it eventually, tugging the drawer open and reaching for the bottle. Drags his free hand up Jason's thigh, blunt nails tracing nonsense patterns into his skin. ]
How patient are you feeling?
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[The movement, Bruce manhandling them, it goes right to Jason's cock, a throb that almost hurts him he wants it so badly. He whines through his nose and arches his back, grabbing a pillow to stuff under his hips.]
Do you want me to beg for it? I'll beg for it, just fuck me now.
[So, not patient, not at all, not a little. He reaches down to catch Bruce's hand, but he doesn't move it. Instead he holds it, tight, squeezes.]
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The other hand Jason takes and he laces their fingers together and brings Jason's up to his mouth to kiss. ]
Maybe I do. You are gorgeous when you're desperate for me.
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He hooks one leg up, knee up, to give Bruce a little more room and arches up so that as much of him is against Bruce as possible. Christ almighty.]
I better be fucking glowing now, then, because the only thing I can think of is you, B, there isn't anyone else in the whole fucking world who can-
[Bruce's fingers move and Jason hisses in pleasure.]
I want you, you, not anyone else, I want your body and your hands, please, come on-
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His fingers slip free to lube himself up so they wouldn't have to wait anymore. He surgea forward, pressing his mouth to Jason's to taste him because he's missed that taste, while he lines himself up. ]
Then one day you can fuck me.
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What the fuc-
[He pushes himself back onto Bruce's cock, even as he uses his legs to pull Bruce forward, because he has no patience, and whines when he can't get Bruce inside of him that way.]
You can't say that an not mean it-
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[ He grunts, harsh and low as he helps Jason get the angle right so his cock can start sinking into him. ]
--Mean it. [ he leans in and kisses his jaw, right beneath Jason's ear. ]
I want to feel you in me.
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He thinks he's going to go insane.]
B, how the hell am I supposed to think about anything else, ever, how the fuck am I supposed to-
-shit, right there-
[He groans and tips his head to catch Bruce's mouth, and bites his bottom lip. He thinks he tastes the iron of blood but he doesn't care, unless Bruce complains.]
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Don't want you thinking about anything else.
[ Nothing at all. Just them and this moment and all of the moments that will follow. ]
Just me. Just us. [ The teeth sinking into his lip stings, but the pain only makes him want more and more. Everything Jason could possibly give him. ]