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[ Bruce steps out of the boots and armor and begins to roll the bodysuit down and off too. This is always an easier, faster process when there are 4 hands to do the work. ]

You took it apart.

[ Almost understandably. The server hadn't done anything to him though. He reaches for the stash of clothes and begins to pull his pants up and fasten them in place. ]

[Jason doesn't get up when Bruce moves away, still leaning back on his heels.]

That doesn't mean shit. You deserve it.

[He watches Bruce, his eyes dark, but there's some hunger in his expression.]

That's fine. I'll just send you the invoices.

[ is...is that a joke? He sees that look on Jason's face and holds his gaze for a minute before he slips into his shirt and begins to button it up. A little slower than necessary, but he'll be done soon enough. ]

[He stares for a long minute, and it becomes a little clear-]

Huh?

[Jason was absolutely not paying attention to his words.]

[ Bruce almost makes a remark. Almost tells him if they were out in the field, he'd be an easy target like that. But he doesn't. Instead he strolls across the room and offers to haul Jason up. ]

Or we can skip dinner.

[ Nods toward the bed in the corner. ]

Since you're so distracted.

[Jason just looks up at him.]

You don't deserve my mouth or my ass yet.

[Listen just because he forgave him doesn't mean he's not petty about it.]

Then you should stop looking at me like that.

[ He steps back and tucks his shirt into his pants. ]

That sounds like a you problem. What happened to that incredible self-control?

[Jason gets up, though, and brushes his knees a little as if they're really dirty.

What is dirty is the kiss that he gives Bruce, sloppy and practically powered by tongue.]

[ How is Bruce supposed to control himself when Jason looks at him like he wants to devour him? How is Bruce supposed to control himself when he wants him to?

Whatever he's going to say is cut off by the kiss. His hands settle on Jason's hips to tug him close. ]

Use my mouth instead.

[He looks up - just a little, Bruce is only a tiny bit taller than he is - and his lips twitch in pleasure.]

Is that how you're going to apologize?

It's how I'm going to make you forget your own name.

[ He smiles. A tiny one, but no less like a Cheshire cat's, as if he's imagining it right there on the spot. ]

And yes, because I'm sorry.

[ He said it. That's called growth right there. ]

[He moves back, step by step, to one of the chairs in the safehouse and sits; his legs spread smoothly, wide enough that Bruce could easily fit between them.]

Come on then. Knees.

[ Bruce doesn't waste much time, once Jason is seated. He runs his fingers over his thighs, as he kneels between them. He flicks his gaze up to watch Jason's face while he unzips his pants and reaches for his cock. He licks the underside first, long and slow until he reaches the head. The other hand he keeps on Jason's thigh, squeezing him gently there. ]

[It is no surprise that Jason, a young man, is already hard just from seeing Bruce kneel like that, at his request, without argument, and his mouth-

-it just makes Jason bite back a groan, because he cannot, will not, absolutely refuses to give Bruce the satisfaction when all he did was the bare minimum. He reaches down to run his fingers through the mess of Bruce's black hair, through the sweat and the tangle.]

You really thought that I would let someone I didn't love do this to me?

[ Already hard and Bruce is pleased. He holds Jason steady while he licked along his length. He stops when he reaches the tip again and looking up at Jason as he speaks. ]

Never crossed my mind.

[ And then his lips part a second time, though instead of just licking, he's taking Jason into his mouth, just enough that he doesn't gag yet, but so that he can enjoy the warmth. ]

Start thinking, then.

[He groans, and his fingers grip Bruce's hair, and he doesn't tug, but it's clear he could, it's clear that he is in control.]

I've loved you since before this started, and I've proved it every single time that I looked you in the eye and then kissed you.

Bruce, I don't have sex with anyone I don't love.

[ Maybe there's some part of Bruce that knew that. He'd know Jason for a long time and it never seemed like something he would do. He cared so deeply and passionately and action from him only came when his feelings were involved. Bruce appreciated that about him.

He hums with Jason's cock still in his mouth. An acknowledgement of what Jason's told him before he pulls off to take a breath and to respond. ]

It wasn't you I doubted, Jason.

[Jason just looks at him for a long moment, and then tugs him up for a kiss, hungry, desperate.]

Don't lie to me.

[He says it with a bit to Bruce's swollen lip.]

Or to yourself.

[And then he lets Bruce go, leaning back and spreading his legs just a little more.]

[ The kiss is almost unexpected, but Bruce doesn't need much encouragement to lean into it, hands on Jason's thighs to keep himself steady. He doesn't offer any more explanation when Jason lets him go.

Instead, he puts his mouth to work again. ]

[This isn't going to take him long at all. He's too worked up, and he was so angry that this feels like some kind of release of that, let alone-

-let alone the blessedly good heat of Bruce's mouth.

He groans, and holds himself still, and he whines-]

Shit, shit, just another, I'm going-

[He's going to come, if Bruce doesn't pull back.]

[ He could drag this out if he wanted. Bruce has learned enough to know what Jason likes and how he likes it. He could make this last all night if he's got the mind for it.

But there's something about him when he comes. It's hard to describe. But Bruce can't get enough of it.

So he doesn't drag it out. He just takes Jason's cue and slides his cock deeper into his mouth, until it hits that soft warmth at the back of his throat. ]

[His orgasm hits him like a truck; a truck might be kinder. He groans and comes with a cry, holding Bruce against him and shuddering his breath out. He feels dazed and alert both, panting against his own wrist.]

For fucks sake.

[ Bruce thankfully had the foresight to take a breath before Jason's fingers pressed his face down. He swallows and sits back on his heels when Jason finally loosens his grip enough that Bruce can slip free.

He wipes his mouth with one hand and reaches up to touch Jason's face with the other. ]

Feeling better?

[He snorts a laugh, and then laughs a real one.]

Yeah, but you're going to have to wait until we get to the manor and I've eaten dinner.

[He says it with a twisted smile, and a pause. He wants to say don't do that again or something else in that same vein.

What comes out is smaller.]

Come on.

[ He can be that patient, Bruce decides. He's been through 72 hours and 27 minutes of waiting (not that he's counting). What's a little more?

Jason's laugh gets a little smile out of him too. ]

I'll call a car.

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