[ Bruce pauses. Home. Jason wants to come home. It’s something Bruce has wanted for ages, feeling like his family is whole again. It’s the tender way he asks. Bruce could forget how fraught their relationship is when Jason is tender like that. ]
Yeah, Jason. You can come home.
[ the car starts and Bruce takes the quickest route back to the cave. He parks the car back in its place alongside the fleet of other vehicles. ]
[Jason almost glows with pleasure, and he goes quiet as Bruce drives, pressing his forehead against the window of the car and watching the lights change. When they get to the cave, he sits there for a minute.]
I didn't do it because I wanted to get high. You know that, right?
[He looks over at Bruce, and his eyes are huge and blue. Frank Sinatra would be jealous.]
It's the new shit I've been looking into. Unicorn dust, is what they're calling it.
[ He didn't suspect so. Jason was reckless, stubborn, disobedient. But knew how to take things seriously when he was working. It does make Bruce wonder, though, who could have gotten close enough to drug him. He gazes back into Jason's blue eyes, lips parting just enough to show a glimpse of his teeth.
But the moment passes and he gives Jason's hand a squeeze. ]
[He comes over with him, following without a fuss, but what he wants is to get into bed.
He probably needs a shower; he's still glittering.]
Alfie's going to be so mad when he sees all this glitter.
[At least he doesn't seem to need any help down the stairs; whatever this drug did, it wasn't anything that made Jason lose his sense of space or his physical awareness.
He sits in the medical bay and holds out his arms.]
Did you really just come without knowing anything about what was going on?
[ He's been investigating Unicorn Dust on his own. Several weeks ago a body had been pulled from the harbor with traces of the drug in his system. High enough for an overdose, but it had not been what killed him. Seeing it in action gave him another potential lead to follow.
And, he could make sure what happened to that young man wouldn't happen to this one.
He doesn't say anything at first, while he busies himself around the med bay. When he's close, he checks Jason's arms for puncture wounds. ]
I've been keeping an eye on the club. I saw when you went in there.
[Jason doesn't complain, this time, he just hums and dutifully turns over his arms, for a full examination.]
The dealer's selling...it to the working girls down in the alley. No. That's not right.
[Jason scowls.]
To the pimps, and then the girls get it. If it was just a party drug-
[Jason shrugs. He doesn't care if twentysomethings are doing a drug that makes them feel good at a party, but he does care if it gets to people who don't want to take it, to make them pliable.]
Needed a sample, but the dealers wanted to see me use it, so take the blood for the sample.
[ Bruce smooths his hands down Jason's arms. Not really necessary. But it made Bruce feel a little bit better, seeing his boy whole and feeling that reassurance the longer his hands linger. Jason's fine, he tells himself. He's been through worse. This would pass. He just needed rest. ]
It isn't just a party drug.
[ He's quiet and efficient as he works, blood sample taken and stored away to examine later. When he comes back to Jason, he touches him again, wipes away some of the glitter with a swipe of his palm over Jason's chest. He's helping. ]
[Jason looks up, a shiver going down his arms where Bruce touched him. How often does he get touched like that, with a measure of care like that? Almost never, now. He watches the glitter on Bruce's hand, and the touch on his chest makes him shudder a little, just a little ripple of something that feels like -
- he doesn't know what it feels like, but he knows he likes it, it feels good. It feels good that Bruce is right here, that he's treating him like this.]
No.
[He's agreeing; it's not just a party drug.]
But this is my job. I'm supposed to do things like this, to help.
[He reaches for Bruce's hand and takes it in his, and puts it over his heart. His heart is beating hard, but not rapidly, hard but not like he's going into cardiac shock.]
[ He's high, Bruce tells himself. He shouldn't put more weight to Jason's actions than necessary. He's just taking care of his boy. That's all. But he doesn't pull away when Jason grabs his hand. Bruce let's him put it over his heart so Bruce could feel it thundering against his the palm of his hand. It's the drugs.
Just the drugs. ]
You are helping. Help me again by laying down for a little while.
It's not just the drugs, but Jason doesn't say that at the moment. Instead he holds Bruce's hand and keeps it tucked against his heart, but he does lie down, slowly, and holds on like Bruce is a prayer.]
[ The med bay bed is barely big enough to hold Jason alone. Bruce wouldn't fit if he didn't press in close and he's not sure why but that didn't bother him like it should (he knew why, he just didn't want to say it or think it. ]
Turn on your side.
[ And when Jason does, Bruce will climb into the bed with him and slipping an arm around him and drawing him close. ]
[And maybe he sleeps a bit too long, once Bruce is holding him, and maybe he ducks his head against Bruce's shoulder, practically cuddling.
It's been a few hours, and he's not high anymore. He's in Bruce's arms and it's so-
-right. Peaceful. And he has morning wood, so that doesn't help, but Bruce is right there and either asleep or pretending to be. Jason knows that if he moves, Bruce will move too, so he carefully puts a hand around Bruce's hip and-
-Bruce's eyes open and he doesn't pull away-
-he doesn't know how long it's been that he's thought of Bruce as a figure who-
-he doesn't know how long he's wanted to-
-he leans in and kisses him on the mouth, timid, a little, and then a bit more.]
[ Bruce doesn't sleep. Not while Jason is cuddled up against him. He just keeps his eyes shut and keeps his breathing steady and even, so he's not getting too comfortable. Even when he feels the hard press of Jason's erection against his thigh.
He doesn't mention it. He tries not to think about it. Until he feels Jason's hand on his hip. And then it's all he can think about. Bruce's eyes open and he stares at Jason.
The kiss isn't a surprise. Bruce leans into it because he's not thinking with his brain. He just wants to marvel in the warm, soft press of Jason's lips against his. He'll come back to himself in a minute. ]
[Jason's brain, usually so active and wary, has totally checked out this morning. This is pure want, pure instinct. Someone who loves him. Someone who wants to touch him.
When Bruce kisses him back, Jason pulls back a little, just enough for his breath to hitch, and before Bruce can move away in a panic Jason leans in to kiss him again, to press against him like it's all he has ever wanted. More than the Joker's death.]
[ Bruce is already thinking, taking stock, figuring things out. Jason's not high anymore. He doesn't know that for sure without really looking him over, but Bruce knew Jason and there's something deliberate in the way he kisses Bruce and presses his body against him. Something that's distinctly Jason and not just fueled by lowered inhibitions from the Unicorn dust.
He doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about whether it's okay, because if he does, he'll stop doing this and he doesn't really want to stop doing this. He puts a hand on Jason's hip, fingers pressing in for leverage so he can pull him in close and slip his leg between Jason's. ]
[He didn't expect that. He expected Bruce to push him away, to remind him that he's legally Jason's father, or something else, to call him sick, to say he's high.
But he's not doing any of that. Jason kisses him again, then, letting his body take the wheel where his brain is checked out. He didn't overdose or die; his memory isn't even blurry over the night before. He should be embarrassed at how he was acting, but he's not. He's not embarrassed.
He turns his hips a little to loop one leg over Bruce's and opens his mouth to make the kiss deeper, to make it clear that he wants this as badly as Bruce seems to want to give it to him. His hips stutter once, twice. Shit.
[ It is sick. That fact isn't lost on Bruce. It's just pushed farther down on his list of priorities. There's a lot of things he does that can be considered sick. It doesn't stop him and he doesn't want to let it stop him now.
Jason's still covered in glitter, but Bruce doesn't mind that either as he smooths his hands over Jason's chest and along the toned muscles of his arms and then his back.
He drags his hands back around again when he feels Jason's hips rocking against him. His fingers hook into Jason's waistband, searching around for what held them closed. ]
Get these off.
[ There's a sense of urgency in how Bruce says it. Like he's trying to outpace his good sense. ]
[His shorts are so flimsy, it's a miracle he's still in them. Bruce's hands are like firebrands, hot against his skin and burning in the best way. He whimpers a bit at the feel of his hands moving around to press against him, and he reaches down to tug his shorts down and around his thighs.
He looks down to see Bruce's hand just near his cock and he has to look away or he's going to come too soon, too fast, he's going to have to die of embarrassment and Bruce will have to bury him in the backyard. So instead of looking his mouth catches Bruce's mouth again, licks in, and the noise is makes is obscene.]
Can't-
Can't get them down more without moving.
[Which isn't an argument not to move. He'll move if Bruce asks, which begs the question of how obliging Jason is when he's absolutely crazy with lust.]
[ When Bruce realizes Jason isn’t wearing anything underneath his shorts, it causes his breath to catch in his throat. He feels like he’s on fire, roasting him on the inside and if he didn’t put it out soon, he would go up in flames and take the bed, the cave, and Jason with him.
So he helps, pushing Jason’s shorts down as far as they’ll go then he drags his hands back up again, pressing into the kiss, letting Jason’s mouth swallow any noise he’s making. He doesn’t want to move, because it puts distance between them. Gives his brain more space to be logical when he really just wants to keep being consumed by lust. He could work with this. It wouldn’t take much to get Jason on his side with Bruce behind him. ]
It’s okay. Roll over on your side.
[ a pause as he works his jeans open so he can shove them down. ]
[He obliges, obedient, needy, even though what he wants is to look at Bruce and see everything. But he doesn't; instead he tugs a bit more at his shorts as he tries to keep them both on the narrow bed.]
Yeah.
[He huffs some air.]
Haven't done this in a while.
[A while is a generous measure. Jason isn't exactly one to have sex on the regular with anyone, and he's never really been someone who engages in casual romance. The last time was over a year ago, he thinks, when he and Bruce were still at each other's throats.]
[ when Jason turns away, Bruce leans into him, pressing his mouth to the back of his neck and along his shoulder. Something to hold him over while he pulls away to fumble with the drawer in the bedside table. It isn’t proper lube but it’ll work for what he needs it for.
He turns back and slips his slick hand between Jason’s cheeks, pressing a calloused finger into him up to the first joint.
[Jason whines, not in pain and not in protest, but that high-pitched sound of pleasure that suggests he is more than happy to have Bruce doing that. The smooth sensation goes right to his cock, and he reaches down to press his hand on it. He's not jerking off, just touching himself, casual and without hurry.
He turns his head, and the scar that Bruce gave him when he threw a batarang at him is under Bruce's mouth and it makes Jason shiver all the more, gasping for breath.]
It's okay. You got me.
[He hasn't said that in a long time, and his other hand is reaching back to find Bruce's free one, to pull it to his mouth to kiss his palm and then hold it like a lifeline.]
[ Bruce whispers against Jason’s skin, mouth hot and wet against that scar.
He lets Jason take his free hand, wraps that arm around him and hugs him while he works his finger inside him. There’s only a moment for Jason to get used to the stretch before Bruce presses in another finger alongside the first. ]
[He whines again, and both their hands are up against Jason's chest, and he lifts his leg a little to give Bruce more space. He loops his leg up against Bruce's, and squirms as Bruce whispers that he has him. That 's all that he's wanted. He's wanted to be held, held tightly and protected, every single damned day.
He presses his hips back a little, eager to have more, more of those big hands inside of him until he can get his cock.]
Just like that, God, just-
[He tips his chin down and kisses Bruce's fingers again. Here, he's here, he's here, they're both right here.]
[ That whine is a siren's song, dragging him in close. He'd drown if they were in water. But he's focused on what he's doing, working his fingers in and out of Jason while he squirms and presses back against him and kisses his fingers.
Logic doesn't seem so logical now. Nothing does. Every nerve feels like it's been set alight, and all of Bruce's energy is being poured into pushing Jason closer and closer to that familiar high. Every noise he draws out goes straight to his cock, painfully hard and nudging into Jason's back as he moves. His patience is wearing thin. He's not sure how he's managed this long without any relief. ]
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Yeah, Jason. You can come home.
[ the car starts and Bruce takes the quickest route back to the cave. He parks the car back in its place alongside the fleet of other vehicles. ]
What did you take?
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I didn't do it because I wanted to get high. You know that, right?
[He looks over at Bruce, and his eyes are huge and blue. Frank Sinatra would be jealous.]
It's the new shit I've been looking into. Unicorn dust, is what they're calling it.
[He reaches for Bruce's hand.]
You won't leave me alone, right?
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But the moment passes and he gives Jason's hand a squeeze. ]
Come into the cave, let me have a look at you.
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He probably needs a shower; he's still glittering.]
Alfie's going to be so mad when he sees all this glitter.
[At least he doesn't seem to need any help down the stairs; whatever this drug did, it wasn't anything that made Jason lose his sense of space or his physical awareness.
He sits in the medical bay and holds out his arms.]
Did you really just come without knowing anything about what was going on?
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And, he could make sure what happened to that young man wouldn't happen to this one.
He doesn't say anything at first, while he busies himself around the med bay. When he's close, he checks Jason's arms for puncture wounds. ]
I've been keeping an eye on the club. I saw when you went in there.
[ It's not spying. ]
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The dealer's selling...it to the working girls down in the alley. No. That's not right.
[Jason scowls.]
To the pimps, and then the girls get it. If it was just a party drug-
[Jason shrugs. He doesn't care if twentysomethings are doing a drug that makes them feel good at a party, but he does care if it gets to people who don't want to take it, to make them pliable.]
Needed a sample, but the dealers wanted to see me use it, so take the blood for the sample.
[His mouth turns into a moue.]
I'm being good.
[He says it mulishly.]
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It isn't just a party drug.
[ He's quiet and efficient as he works, blood sample taken and stored away to examine later. When he comes back to Jason, he touches him again, wipes away some of the glitter with a swipe of his palm over Jason's chest. He's helping. ]
You are being good.
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- he doesn't know what it feels like, but he knows he likes it, it feels good. It feels good that Bruce is right here, that he's treating him like this.]
No.
[He's agreeing; it's not just a party drug.]
But this is my job. I'm supposed to do things like this, to help.
[He reaches for Bruce's hand and takes it in his, and puts it over his heart. His heart is beating hard, but not rapidly, hard but not like he's going into cardiac shock.]
I'm supposed to help you.
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Just the drugs. ]
You are helping. Help me again by laying down for a little while.
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Well.
It's not just the drugs, but Jason doesn't say that at the moment. Instead he holds Bruce's hand and keeps it tucked against his heart, but he does lie down, slowly, and holds on like Bruce is a prayer.]
I'll stay if you agree to hold me.
[He says it with a smile, pleased.]
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Turn on your side.
[ And when Jason does, Bruce will climb into the bed with him and slipping an arm around him and drawing him close. ]
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It's been a few hours, and he's not high anymore. He's in Bruce's arms and it's so-
-right. Peaceful. And he has morning wood, so that doesn't help, but Bruce is right there and either asleep or pretending to be. Jason knows that if he moves, Bruce will move too, so he carefully puts a hand around Bruce's hip and-
-Bruce's eyes open and he doesn't pull away-
-he doesn't know how long it's been that he's thought of Bruce as a figure who-
-he doesn't know how long he's wanted to-
-he leans in and kisses him on the mouth, timid, a little, and then a bit more.]
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He doesn't mention it. He tries not to think about it. Until he feels Jason's hand on his hip. And then it's all he can think about. Bruce's eyes open and he stares at Jason.
The kiss isn't a surprise. Bruce leans into it because he's not thinking with his brain. He just wants to marvel in the warm, soft press of Jason's lips against his. He'll come back to himself in a minute. ]
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When Bruce kisses him back, Jason pulls back a little, just enough for his breath to hitch, and before Bruce can move away in a panic Jason leans in to kiss him again, to press against him like it's all he has ever wanted. More than the Joker's death.]
It's okay.
[He says it before Bruce can think, he hopes.]
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He doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about whether it's okay, because if he does, he'll stop doing this and he doesn't really want to stop doing this. He puts a hand on Jason's hip, fingers pressing in for leverage so he can pull him in close and slip his leg between Jason's. ]
Don't talk. Just kiss me.
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But he's not doing any of that. Jason kisses him again, then, letting his body take the wheel where his brain is checked out. He didn't overdose or die; his memory isn't even blurry over the night before. He should be embarrassed at how he was acting, but he's not. He's not embarrassed.
He turns his hips a little to loop one leg over Bruce's and opens his mouth to make the kiss deeper, to make it clear that he wants this as badly as Bruce seems to want to give it to him. His hips stutter once, twice. Shit.
He still won't say a word.]
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Jason's still covered in glitter, but Bruce doesn't mind that either as he smooths his hands over Jason's chest and along the toned muscles of his arms and then his back.
He drags his hands back around again when he feels Jason's hips rocking against him. His fingers hook into Jason's waistband, searching around for what held them closed. ]
Get these off.
[ There's a sense of urgency in how Bruce says it. Like he's trying to outpace his good sense. ]
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He looks down to see Bruce's hand just near his cock and he has to look away or he's going to come too soon, too fast, he's going to have to die of embarrassment and Bruce will have to bury him in the backyard. So instead of looking his mouth catches Bruce's mouth again, licks in, and the noise is makes is obscene.]
Can't-
Can't get them down more without moving.
[Which isn't an argument not to move. He'll move if Bruce asks, which begs the question of how obliging Jason is when he's absolutely crazy with lust.]
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So he helps, pushing Jason’s shorts down as far as they’ll go then he drags his hands back up again, pressing into the kiss, letting Jason’s mouth swallow any noise he’s making. He doesn’t want to move, because it puts distance between them. Gives his brain more space to be logical when he really just wants to keep being consumed by lust. He could work with this. It wouldn’t take much to get Jason on his side with Bruce behind him. ]
It’s okay. Roll over on your side.
[ a pause as he works his jeans open so he can shove them down. ]
Do I need to work you open first?
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Yeah.
[He huffs some air.]
Haven't done this in a while.
[A while is a generous measure. Jason isn't exactly one to have sex on the regular with anyone, and he's never really been someone who engages in casual romance. The last time was over a year ago, he thinks, when he and Bruce were still at each other's throats.]
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He turns back and slips his slick hand between Jason’s cheeks, pressing a calloused finger into him up to the first joint.
He kisses him on the neck again. ]
Easy.
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He turns his head, and the scar that Bruce gave him when he threw a batarang at him is under Bruce's mouth and it makes Jason shiver all the more, gasping for breath.]
It's okay. You got me.
[He hasn't said that in a long time, and his other hand is reaching back to find Bruce's free one, to pull it to his mouth to kiss his palm and then hold it like a lifeline.]
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[ Bruce whispers against Jason’s skin, mouth hot and wet against that scar.
He lets Jason take his free hand, wraps that arm around him and hugs him while he works his finger inside him. There’s only a moment for Jason to get used to the stretch before Bruce presses in another finger alongside the first. ]
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He presses his hips back a little, eager to have more, more of those big hands inside of him until he can get his cock.]
Just like that, God, just-
[He tips his chin down and kisses Bruce's fingers again. Here, he's here, he's here, they're both right here.]
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Logic doesn't seem so logical now. Nothing does. Every nerve feels like it's been set alight, and all of Bruce's energy is being poured into pushing Jason closer and closer to that familiar high. Every noise he draws out goes straight to his cock, painfully hard and nudging into Jason's back as he moves. His patience is wearing thin. He's not sure how he's managed this long without any relief. ]
Think you can take another?
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