Bruce stopped, pulling his hands back and looking Jason over. He hadn't anticipated that Jason would be this eager for him, that he'd nearly be begging for Bruce to touch him. And the reminder of what they'd done when Jason was much, much younger didn't go unnoticed either.
"What is it that you're asking from me?" Bruce asked, his voice quiet enough to exist just between them. He wasn't sure if he was capable of holding Jason without making it something more, no matter the injuries.
"Fucking hell..." He scrubbed at his face with one bandaged hand, irritation creeping back up along his spine. "I hurt, I'm drugged and you just saved my life. Can you not overthink everything for one night and let me be okay with you holding me? And if that means fucking me, then fine. Help me roll over and prop up my leg so you don't jostle it too much. Or I could suck you off like I used to do. If...If you'd want that."
The last bit came out a little unsure. It was an offer he hadn't made since they'd started seeing each other again, too angry to trust himself and well aware that a layer of violence was expected between them. But if Bruce choking him on his cock got the man to lay the fuck down...well, it wouldn't be the first time.
"All I've ever fucking wanted was to feel like you loved me enough to chose me over your damned mission for one fucking night and it finally happens and you're making me talk about it. Fucking rude, B."
If Jason actually thought Bruce had given up on the mission for an entire night, he certainly had another think coming and it would be a terrible wake-up call that Bruce was a zebra who never changed his stripes. He was practically incapable of it. His mind always a thousand miles away and a thousand miles ahead, never allowing himself the chance to just exist and be vulnerable with someone he cared for.
He hummed in thought, already imagining this was not going to end well, but then again, it never did. So he eased onto the bed beside Jason, taking up more space than any human man should be capable of, and turning Jason carefully onto his side with his leg still propped up. No matter what they did, Jason had to keep it elevated and still to heal and the one thing Bruce wouldn't do was compromise Jason's future health for a fuck.
"Come here then," he said, knowing full well Jason couldn't exactly 'come here' like normal and that Bruce had to be the one to slide his hands around his waist and haul him close. Bruce's front to Jason's back, he put his body flush against Jason's, half-hard just from the sight of Jason if he was honest but just letting them both get situated first. One massive arm around Jason's middle, the other smoothing his hair out of his face. "I've got you."
Nothing they ever did ended well. The closest they'd ever come had been before, because Jason had come to Bruce already familiar with sex and the knowledge that pain came with it. Bruce hadn't needed to watch him from afar until his needs outgrew his caution because Jason had come to the Manor expecting to be taken to Bruce's bed.
It was what he was good at. What he'd been doing to survive. Why the hell would Bruce Wayne keep him around if he wasn't warming his bed? It wasn't until he'd become Robin that Bruce had actually taken his offer seriously, but those early years? Just the two of them? It had been good. Yeah, it hurt, but it was a good hurt and it was different if Bruce was the one hurting him. It was different if Bruce was the one doing a lot of things to him. Bruce loved him.
It was why he'd taken the accusations of pushing Garzonas so personally. No. It was why he'd taken Bruce being so angry about Garzonas' death so personally. He hadn't pushed the man, but he wasn't sad to see him dead and...and it drove a wedge between them that had only gotten wider.
But for tonight, he wanted that wedge gone. Tonight, he wanted to curl up against Bruce's chest and pretend like their lives had gone a different direction. Pretend that they could have this, for just a few hours.
It hurt to roll onto his side, but with Bruce's strong hands to help him, he went easily. Having the broad warmth of Bruce's chest against his back was soothing and he sighed softly as he shifted back, threading the bandaged fingers of one hand into the hand that draped across his hips. The other got a small, almost shy brush of his lips before he closed his eyes and let himself relax back into that hold.
"You know how much it drives me crazy when you call me that," Bruce purred, dragging his lips along the back of Jason's neck, his collar bones, his shoulder. "It's been a long time." A long time since they'd been together like this, longer since Jason had really wanted it as much as Bruce did. Or maybe that wasn't true, as Bruce knew his want of his son was more than anyone should want another person.
If he had it his way, he'd keep Jason locked up for his own entertainment only. To be used at his whims, loved so deeply that no one else could ever see.
"Tell me if it's too much." And that wasn't exactly because he was worried about Jason getting hurt (or not just because, anyway) but more because he liked being the one to both hurt and heal him.
The irony was that it would have been so easy for Jason to have ended up exactly that. Bruce Wayne's personal play toy, kept away from the world save for when Bruce wanted to show him off. That was exactly what he'd been expecting all those years ago when Batman had dropped him off at Wayne manor and Alfred had bustled him away to shove him in a bathtub while the butler made him food.
It had been being Robin that had given him enough sense of purpose that he'd looked away from that life of pampered play thing. He could help people. He did help people. And he was good at it. It was why he hadn't left Gotham when he'd decided to stop trying to kill Bruce and Tim. He was useful, a symbol to people that even Batman couldn't really touch.
Lips roamed his skin and Jason shivered and bowed his head to offer more space to be explored. His own body was sluggish, blood loss and shock keeping his cock soft and still in his underwear, but that didn't stop him from basking in the attention being offered.
"Yeah, that's usually what happens when you slit someone's throat. They stop being so easy." But for as harsh as his words could have been, his tone carried almost no heat at all. In fact, he arched his back a little, the hand laced with Bruce's guiding the larger man's up to his chest. His nipples had always been sensitive and their years of separation had only made them more so.
"It's okay, daddy. You can hurt me a little bit. I can take it..."
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"What is it that you're asking from me?" Bruce asked, his voice quiet enough to exist just between them. He wasn't sure if he was capable of holding Jason without making it something more, no matter the injuries.
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The last bit came out a little unsure. It was an offer he hadn't made since they'd started seeing each other again, too angry to trust himself and well aware that a layer of violence was expected between them. But if Bruce choking him on his cock got the man to lay the fuck down...well, it wouldn't be the first time.
"All I've ever fucking wanted was to feel like you loved me enough to chose me over your damned mission for one fucking night and it finally happens and you're making me talk about it. Fucking rude, B."
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He hummed in thought, already imagining this was not going to end well, but then again, it never did. So he eased onto the bed beside Jason, taking up more space than any human man should be capable of, and turning Jason carefully onto his side with his leg still propped up. No matter what they did, Jason had to keep it elevated and still to heal and the one thing Bruce wouldn't do was compromise Jason's future health for a fuck.
"Come here then," he said, knowing full well Jason couldn't exactly 'come here' like normal and that Bruce had to be the one to slide his hands around his waist and haul him close. Bruce's front to Jason's back, he put his body flush against Jason's, half-hard just from the sight of Jason if he was honest but just letting them both get situated first. One massive arm around Jason's middle, the other smoothing his hair out of his face. "I've got you."
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It was what he was good at. What he'd been doing to survive. Why the hell would Bruce Wayne keep him around if he wasn't warming his bed? It wasn't until he'd become Robin that Bruce had actually taken his offer seriously, but those early years? Just the two of them? It had been good. Yeah, it hurt, but it was a good hurt and it was different if Bruce was the one hurting him. It was different if Bruce was the one doing a lot of things to him. Bruce loved him.
It was why he'd taken the accusations of pushing Garzonas so personally. No. It was why he'd taken Bruce being so angry about Garzonas' death so personally. He hadn't pushed the man, but he wasn't sad to see him dead and...and it drove a wedge between them that had only gotten wider.
But for tonight, he wanted that wedge gone. Tonight, he wanted to curl up against Bruce's chest and pretend like their lives had gone a different direction. Pretend that they could have this, for just a few hours.
It hurt to roll onto his side, but with Bruce's strong hands to help him, he went easily. Having the broad warmth of Bruce's chest against his back was soothing and he sighed softly as he shifted back, threading the bandaged fingers of one hand into the hand that draped across his hips. The other got a small, almost shy brush of his lips before he closed his eyes and let himself relax back into that hold.
"I know you do. I know, dad."
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If he had it his way, he'd keep Jason locked up for his own entertainment only. To be used at his whims, loved so deeply that no one else could ever see.
"Tell me if it's too much." And that wasn't exactly because he was worried about Jason getting hurt (or not just because, anyway) but more because he liked being the one to both hurt and heal him.
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It had been being Robin that had given him enough sense of purpose that he'd looked away from that life of pampered play thing. He could help people. He did help people. And he was good at it. It was why he hadn't left Gotham when he'd decided to stop trying to kill Bruce and Tim. He was useful, a symbol to people that even Batman couldn't really touch.
Lips roamed his skin and Jason shivered and bowed his head to offer more space to be explored. His own body was sluggish, blood loss and shock keeping his cock soft and still in his underwear, but that didn't stop him from basking in the attention being offered.
"Yeah, that's usually what happens when you slit someone's throat. They stop being so easy." But for as harsh as his words could have been, his tone carried almost no heat at all. In fact, he arched his back a little, the hand laced with Bruce's guiding the larger man's up to his chest. His nipples had always been sensitive and their years of separation had only made them more so.
"It's okay, daddy. You can hurt me a little bit. I can take it..."