[The tension in his back was bow tight when Bruce's hand settled against him, a small hitch as Jason sucked in a sharp breath that Bruce was probably the only one to notice. He half turned, intentionally pulling himself further away from the man holding his arm and putting himself closer to Bruce.
The man tried to hide his scowl behind his whiskey sour and Jason relaxed the moment that the only hand on him was Bruce's.]
Of course. I was about to say my goodnights anyway. [He turned back to the others, fake smile firmly in place as he raised his hand in a little jaunty salute before letting Bruce lead him away.
He didn't shake off Bruce's hand. In fact, he leaned back against a little.]
[ His hand stayed in place as they walked away, but Bruce's smile did not. It faded as the crowds thin and they eventually found themselves - well not quite alone but decidedly away from prying eyes. Thankfully, Bruce knew how to navigate in the shadows. They would not be noticed here.
As for Jason, Bruce pressed him back against the wall nearby. ]
You have been challenging me all night. I do not appreciate it.
[And for as much as Jason had been sassing all night, he let himself be lead away from the main ballroom and it's colorful occupants. He didn't put up a single bit of fuss, not even as he was turned and his back pressed tightly against a wall.
In fact, he looked outright contrite as he looked the scant few inches up at the other man. His gaze flicked once over Bruce's shoulder to gauge the trustworthiness of the door that separated them from the others...and then he was reaching up to cup the larger man's jaw in one gun calloused hand.]
I have been. However shall I make it up to you?
[He leaned forward as he spoke, mingling their air before brushing his lips against Bruce's....and promptly sinking his teeth into the other man's lower lip.]
[ It's almost tender how Jason touched him. If Bruce didn't know better, didn't know this boy would just as soon punch him across the jaw than caress it, he might have fallen for it. But they are who they are and Bruce was well aware he was treading into something deceptively calm.
He's nearly there to close that sliver of space between them, to turn that brushing of lips into something substantial when Jason sank his teeth into Bruce's lip. The pain of it was brief as Bruce planted a hand against Jason's neck, loose but firm to push him back.
For a moment, it seemed as if he would say something. But he licked the blood from his lip instead then pulled himself in close for another hungry kiss. ]
[He dragged Bruce's lip as he was pushed back, only releasing when he taste the sharp copper of blood against his tongue. He licked it off his lips, grinning his lopsided grin as he thudded back against the wall. Wicked daring danced in pale, concrete colored eyes and the blood tinged smile was the first honest one he'd had all night. He looked very much like he wasn't done biting-
But they were who they were and Jason met that hungry kiss full on, a small, eager sound escaping from his throat as he slid his hand back to thread into thick, dark hair. All of Alfred's careful styling, ruined as he used the grip to lick and bite his way into the older man's mouth.]
[ Bruce would be lying if he said he's never thought of doing something like this. And up until this very moment, he'd been careful to keep it to himself. But his boys had always been able to get a decent read on him, much to Bruce's absolute displeasure.
It wouldn't surprise him if Jason could tell.
Right then, Bruce supposed it didn't matter because he was giving in to his worst impulses. It felt almost too late to care about it now. The kiss is heated and messy and Bruce never wants it to end. But he breaks it to breathe and drops a hand to Jason's hip. ]
[Bruce could hide a lot of things from a lot of people, but one of the downsides of training all of them to be nearly as perceptive as he was? Jason could tell. He could read it in every polite, but stiff look in his direction.
He knew and he savored it because there had always been and probably always would be a part of him that wanted nothing more in life than to goad this stoic man to emotion.
The kiss broke and Jason let his head thunk back against the wall, his hand coming back around so he could trace the light swelling his teeth had caused in Bruce's lower lip.]
Are you possessive, Bruce? Does the idea of watching that man lead me off to some coat closet make you angry? Jealous? Does it make you want to put your mark on me so no one else dares to touch what isn't theirs?
[His grin had far too many teeth as he leaned forward to once again share the larger man's air. When he spoke again, it was almost directly into Bruce's ear, his jaw so close that their stubble brushed together.]
Two choices, B. I can suck you off right here and you can go back in there and make your speech with my spit drying on your cock....or you can forget your speech and take me home to fuck me until you're satisfied that I belong to only one person in this building.
[ The worst part? Jason wasn't wrong. The thought of that man putting his hands on Jason twisted up something ugly in side of Bruce. He did not want to call it jealousy or possessiveness. But it was so dangerously close that the difference may as well been negligible.
Jason was always the right one to drag his emotions up out of the box Bruce kept them in. Of course it would be him to stir it up like a fever. ]
You're allowed to do whatever you want, Jason. With whomever you want.
[ Though he says it, it's easy to tell he doesn't really believe it. His voice is light, but his eyes are dark. Mouth drawn tight, though Jason's finger traces his lip. He almost wants to return the favor, sink his teeth into the digit until Jason bleeds. ]
But you will always wish it were me. Every time.
[ When Jason is close again, Bruce lifts a hand to cup his jaw, thumb sweeping over the swell of his cheek. ]
No. I am going to fuck you, but you're going to wait. You're going to go out there and smile and it's going to be all you think about.
[Of course it would be him. He'd dedicated his life to it, after all. Thrown himself into learning every tic, every secret button, every subtle way to claim the attention of those midnight blue eyes.
He shivered, his finger curling lightly so that it was a blunt nail trailing against his own bite marks...and then he gave a sharp bark of laughter before he leaned forward and licked a drip of blood from the man's lip.]
Every. Time. It's always been you. I would watch the world burn if it meant keeping you safe and at my side...
[The second kiss wasn't any gentler than the first, but this time Jason was flushed by the time that he had to pull away to breath out a few words against Bruce's ear.]
But you won't leave a stupid fucking gala to fill a fifteen minute speech for me.
[The heel of his hand hit Bruce hard in the solar plexus, driving the larger man back enough to be able to slip out from between his bulk and the wall. He grinned as he took a few steps backward, the expression brittle and hard as he fought to keep his hurt in.]
World might run on your rules, B, but I don't. You want this? You gotta meet me where I am, as your fucking equal. No changing the rules to your liking. Either I'm yours or I'm your toy and I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't be anyone's toy anymore.
[ Bruce is used to bending the world to fit his rules. It never made sense otherwise. It was too chaotic, too unpredictable that he had to force it to make sense. Whether it was with his raw strength or his money or charm and wit and a ditzy facade. In the end it achieved his goal and Bruce could be satisfied.
Jason never wanted to bend to fit and Bruce was never quite strong enough to make him. He would do what he wanted and Bruce had to learn to navigate around it or through it. It frustrates him but he would never stop trying to squeeze him into the shape of something close to his ideal. Even if it blows up in his face.
Like now. Jason whispers those words as Bruce breathes heavy, the high of the second kiss bleeding away into a bitter sort of disappointment. When Jason's strike connects, Bruce stumbles a step or two before he catches and corrects himself. Then he whirls around, too fluid for a man his size. ]
You're not a toy.
[ he wants to reach for him, drag him back into his orbit. Kiss him until he can't breathe. But he doesn't. He just closes the distance between them. ]
And I haven't changed the rules. I've made them clear. If this is going to work you have to stop working against me and twisting everything I say into something it isn't.
[Bruce molded the world to suit his needs, but Jason had been hardened by the time that Bruce had gotten his hands on him. He wanted to be loved for who he already was, not for who he could be. Who Bruce wanted him to be.
Bruce closed the distance between them and Jason stood his ground, jaw tightening a little as he reached up to rub his hand up under his collar to rub at the jagged scar that was hidden there. It was the same arm that he'd dug the tracker out of not even three hours before. The spots of blood on his cuff had dried and darkened into something deeper.]
You didn't 'clarify' anything, B. I gave you the two plays that I wanted to do because maybe you're not the only possessive one in this room, and you turned around and threw out a third option without so much as an 'or we could'.
[He huffed, shaking his head as he looked away, that old familiar knot of 'not good enough' settling in his guts.]
I don't know why I'm surprised I don't rate higher than a nothing speech they only asked you to make because you threw the most money at them.
[ Bruce could see the way his jaw tightened, watched his hand reach up to the scar he didn't need to see to know what it looked like. He smoothed a hand across Jason's jaw when he's close enough to touch. It's dangerous, but Bruce never shied away from danger and if he's struck again, he was ready to counter it. ]
You want my undivided attention? You've had it all night.
[ Longer if he was going to be precise about it. How often had his thoughts drifted to Jason when he allowed them to? More than he'd admit to anyone else. Jason could be all consuming, eating away at everything until there is nothing but him. It was part of the reason Bruce had wanted to reshape him. It was part of the reason that was never going to work. ]
Lucius can give the speech. If you're willing to give me a minute to spring it on him.
[His breath caught in his throat when Bruce's palm slid over his jaw, his eyes closing as he turned to nuzzle into that hand. His body was stiff, hand still rubbing at the ache of where neck met shoulder, but he brushed his lips against the heel of Bruce's thumb.
Wary, waiting for the man to cast him aside like so many other times, but oh so achingly hopeful. Baring himself in a way that he refused to do with anyone else, but knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was going to hurt.
He wasn't expecting Bruce's surrender. It startled him, snapped his eyes open as he lifted his face away from Bruce's hand to instead turn those questioning eyes to Bruce's. He'd never 'won', before. Never been the thing that Bruce would chose over anything else. He didn't know what to do with himself. So he did what he'd wanted to do all night.
He kissed him. Hard. Poured everything he had into that kiss, like it might be the one and only opportunity to make the man understand exactly how much Jason loved him by sheer force of will alone. He kissed him until they were both breathless with it, lips bruised and carefully styled hair mussed. And when he finally had to let go or risk passing out, he only moved back far enough to murmur against Bruce's lips.]
[ He thinks if his fingers linger long enough he can smooth the tension out of Jason's jaw. Out of his body. He thinks it can fix all of the years they were fractured. Splintered into pieces too tiny to count. It doesn't, of course, but it doesn't stop that little bit of hope rooting itself inside of Bruce. Jason nuzzling into his hand waters it.
Vulnerability would always hurt. Because it seeped in deep, tight around the muscles, an ache in the bones, a hitch in your breathing that could never quite be cleared. Bruce hated the feeling. It could drop him in places he didn't want to be in. Crime Alley. A destroyed warehouse in the Middle East. A laughing clown and an impossible choice. It would hurt. It would always hurt and in all the worst ways.
But he'd risk it. If only for a chance to show Jason he cared. That he loved him so deeply, he did not want to a remember a time that he hadn't. So he conceded, gave ground so Jason could feel like it was something solid to stand on. So Bruce wouldn't have to start over again. The speech was unnecessary anyway. Just a showy display with his name and likeness attached. Lucius would be a serviceable enough.
The kiss he feels in every part of him and he returns it just as fiercely, until there was nothing left in his lungs but burning. His hands linger on Jason's hips, did not want to step away for the time it would take to speak to Lucius. Five minutes. Plenty of time. Too much time, really. He kisses Jason again, a lingering peck, before he pulls himself away before he dragged Jason to the floor to fuck him there. He smoothed his hair but there's nothing he can do about the bruised lips. At least no one would be surprised. ]
I drove the Audi. [ He tosses Jason the keys. ] Wait for me.
[Hope. The worst of the torments that lingered at the bottom of Pandora's wedding present, curled around itself for protection while everything else escaped. Deceptively innocent looking, it hollowed out space for itself in the hearts of those left unguarded, whispering it's silken desires to trusting ears.
'He'll choose you one of these days.'
'He'll keep you this time, safe and beloved and home.'
'He loves you.'
Not every whisper was a lie, but that just meant that the ones that were held an edge that eviscerated. And yet, he still offered that little torment a home in his chest because the few times that it didn't lie were worth it.
He caught the keys without looking at them, hope a jagged lump in his throat as he nodded. There was a part of him that wanted to reach forward and grab the man, refuse to let him out of his sight. A part of him that was sure that he was going to go down to the car...and Bruce would never show. Something or someone would remind the man that Jason wasn't his priority, wasn't important enough to interrupt his life like he always did.
That he was going to go out to the car and die waiting, like some loyal hound. But hope was a powerful little shit and after a moment of watching Bruce's back disappear back through the door, Jason sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed his fate before turning to head for the garage.
[ Five minutes. That was all the time he needed. Lucius knew the ins and outs of these charity events, often because Bruce would be needed elsewhere and could slip away while Lucius presented himself as the smiling face of Wayne Enterprises and its various charities and subsidies. So it did not feel like an imposition to ask him to do this, even if the cause of Bruce's absence was a personal one.
Four minutes left.
He found Lucius by a dessert table, chatting away with an executive or two and Bruce ignored the curious looks he's given. He knew he looked disheveled - not overly so, but he was clearly not as put together as he usually was. So of course Lucius agreed when Bruce asked the favor. No questions asked.
So with 2 and half minutes to spare, the driver's side door opened and Bruce slid into place effortlessly.
If Jason was there, Bruce would reach for his hand, bring it to his lips to kiss before turning his hand over for the keys.
If not. Well, it gave Bruce time to contemplate his choices tonight and maybe Batman would step out earlier than usual. ]
He'd taken off his jacket and tossed it into the space behind their seats, uncaring about the wrinkles that it would form. His tie had joined it, the top two buttons of his already ruined dress shirt open to give him a little more room to breathe. There was a bloodstain that started just behind his left elbow from where he'd started out the night digging that tracker out of his arm. The angle was awkward, but he'd managed it.
He looked over when Bruce slid into the seat next to him, eyes a little wide in shock -and maybe a little hope- as the older man first took and then kissed his hand. He hadn't expected Bruce to follow through and it showed. He was quiet as he passed the keys over, his hand settling on it's own against the warmth of Bruce's thigh as the car purred to life under them.
He didn't ask where Bruce was going to take him. The Manor, a safehouse, the penthouse....none of it really mattered. 'Home' was the man next to him. Everything else was just set dressing.]
[ Bruce was all too aware that he hadn't always been the best to Jason. He knew he'd failed him in all of the ways that had ever mattered and it was a guilt that would slowly eat at him for the rest of his life. He couldn't promise he would never let Jason down again. But for right now? Bruce was more than okay with letting Jason be his priority. If only so that he would continue to look at Bruce the way he had at the party. And so that Jason would not have to question exactly how Bruce felt.
With his free hand, he tugged his tie free, draped it over the mirror before taking a turn that would take them to the penthouse in only a few minutes, traffic notwithstanding. He wasn't quite ready to explain why he'd come home early to Alfred and he wanted to take Jason somewhere a bit more personal than a safehouse. So penthouse it was.
When they arrive, Bruce parks the car with practiced ease and turns to look at Jason, his hand coming to rest on Jason's where it sits on his thigh. ]
[Of all the things that had always been and would always be true about Jason Todd, one of the most fundamental was his love of powerful engines. He'd regained at least half of his sanity under the hood of the '64 300C that he'd restored (and upgraded). So the short trip was a tease for the horses that rumbled under the hood of the Audi.
And the fact that the trip was so short was probably the only reason Jason's hand had remained still and soft on Bruce's thigh and hadn't risked creeping up.
He smirked as they parked, fighting hard to not let his insecurity at the gala overwhelm the flirting they'd been sharing before Jason had been faced with a face from the past and had thrown his whole game off. He looked down at their joined hands, shifting so he could lean his elbow on the center console and reach over with his free hand to draw idle patterns against Bruce's skin.]
You were promising to get deep enough to make me feel it? That about where we were, old man?
[ Bruce cannot help himself. He stares at Jason, taking a moment to marvel at how gorgeous the other man was and always had been. Even when he challenged Bruce's authority, questioned his motives, twisted the knife just that little bit more. It never repelled him. Not in a way that lasted anyway. He'd always come back and if he were honest? Part of the reason was because Jason was just so damned attractive.
He shifted in the driver's seat, hiking Jason's hand up just enough so he could feel it, Bruce half hard already from the anticipation. ]
It's a good place to start. You will be walking funny when we're done. [ He returned Jason's smirk with one of his own. ] We should head inside before I lose my patience.
[ That doesn't stop him from leaning across the console to press a kiss to those smirking lips. Then he gets out. Because he does not want to have sex in the Audi. The seats were leather and honestly, car sex was probably his least favorite kind. He summoned the elevator and reached for Jason's hand when he was near enough to touch. ]
[Car sex was a bad idea. Not only because it was uncomfortable in general and because it could drag up some rather unpleasant memories for the younger of the two, but they were both large men. The Audi was, at it's core, a fancy sports car. The idea of both of their bulk somehow fitting into one space inside the cramped confines was laughable at best.
And yet, Bruce sliding his hand up to feel him, heavy and thick in those bespoke slacks? His eyes darkened, lips parting as he darted his tongue out to wet them. He didn't want to contort himself over the center console...but oh, he very much did want to know what that heavy cock felt like on his tongue.
He groaned into that kiss, his hand tightening a little as he teased through the layers of clothes...and then Bruce was getting out and Jason scrambled to join him, laughing a little breathlessly as he grabbed his jacket from the back before jogging over to thread their fingers together.]
It's your building, right? If I take a minute to choke on you in the elevator, no one will mind will they?
[ Bruce has rode this elevator countless times before and he'd never once had a complaint about its speed. Standing here now, with the weight of Jason's hand in his own, the waiting seemed like an eternity. He watched each of the numbers light up as the elevator reached each floor, Jason's question reminding him of the limits of his slacks. He glanced at Jason with a smirk. ]
Just the security guard. He might have an opinion.
[ He's likely seen all manner of things in this elevator. Nothing quite as explicit as getting a blowjob, and Bruce decides he'll pass the poor guy watching the cameras a few extra bucks on his next paycheck. ]
Well, if that wasn't permission, Jason didn't know what was. He grinned that cocky, lopsided grin of his and as soon as the chime tolled and the doors slid open, he made quick work of maneuvering Bruce into a corner. He left Bruce to bother with swiping his keycard that would take them up to the penthouse apartment, sinking to his knees with a grace that really shouldn't be in a body the size of his.
Later, he'd take his time. Explore his previous mentor's body with all the due diligence it deserved. But their time was limited and Jason had been craving feeling Bruce's cock on his tongue all night. He made quick work of the man's slacks, not bothering to push them or the underwear beneath down. Instead he just drew Bruce out, making a small, appreciate sound in the back of his throat before he eagerly leaned in and licked a stripe from base to head, letting his tongue flatten out to make more room as he wrapped his lips around that thick head.]
[ It's not often Bruce allowed himself to be guided anywhere. And it was usually because he was incapable of getting where he needed to be himself. This was one of those rare exceptions, if only because his anticipation was stretching his patience thin. He swiped the card as Jason backed him into a corner and put it away again in a fluid motion.
His eyes were dark, tracking Jason's every move while he sank to his knees. Lips parted when his slacks opened and his cock was freed. That was nearly a relief on its own. He tilted his head back when he felt the warmth of Jason's mouth, restraint still evident in how low he kept the noise he made. He ran his fingers through Jason's hair, flexing them against his scalp at nearly every jolt of pleasure. ]
You look so good like that, Jason.
[ His voice was strained, but he was still in control. In enough control to will himself to remember to drop a scrambler in the security footage. Last thing he needed was this plastered all over the internet. Selfishly, he didn't want to share this moment with anyone else. ]
[It was perfect. The absolute sweetest of sweet spots. If Bruce were any harder, Jason would have struggled a little to get his mouth around his cock. It had been years since he'd used this particular skill, after all, and while muscle memory was very much a thing, he could already feel the beginning of an ache in his jaws. If Bruce were hard enough to pound nails, he would have had to start much, much slower.
But like this? Heavy and thick, but still soft, still malleable? Jason took him all the way into his mouth, nuzzling his nose into neatly trimmed black curls. It was almost too much and he had to work out how to breath through his nose around the cock in his mouth, but it was perfect. Hot on his tongue, skin velvet soft as he flexed his tongue and suckled softly.
Fingers combed through his hair and Jason let his eyes close as he hummed in wordless invitation. The elevator was moving, but he had no idea where they were or how fast they were going. His entire focus was on keeping as much of Bruce in his mouth as he could, for as long as he could.
And if he started to drool about halfway up...well, so be it.
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The man tried to hide his scowl behind his whiskey sour and Jason relaxed the moment that the only hand on him was Bruce's.]
Of course. I was about to say my goodnights anyway. [He turned back to the others, fake smile firmly in place as he raised his hand in a little jaunty salute before letting Bruce lead him away.
He didn't shake off Bruce's hand. In fact, he leaned back against a little.]
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As for Jason, Bruce pressed him back against the wall nearby. ]
You have been challenging me all night. I do not appreciate it.
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In fact, he looked outright contrite as he looked the scant few inches up at the other man. His gaze flicked once over Bruce's shoulder to gauge the trustworthiness of the door that separated them from the others...and then he was reaching up to cup the larger man's jaw in one gun calloused hand.]
I have been. However shall I make it up to you?
[He leaned forward as he spoke, mingling their air before brushing his lips against Bruce's....and promptly sinking his teeth into the other man's lower lip.]
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He's nearly there to close that sliver of space between them, to turn that brushing of lips into something substantial when Jason sank his teeth into Bruce's lip. The pain of it was brief as Bruce planted a hand against Jason's neck, loose but firm to push him back.
For a moment, it seemed as if he would say something. But he licked the blood from his lip instead then pulled himself in close for another hungry kiss. ]
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But they were who they were and Jason met that hungry kiss full on, a small, eager sound escaping from his throat as he slid his hand back to thread into thick, dark hair. All of Alfred's careful styling, ruined as he used the grip to lick and bite his way into the older man's mouth.]
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It wouldn't surprise him if Jason could tell.
Right then, Bruce supposed it didn't matter because he was giving in to his worst impulses. It felt almost too late to care about it now. The kiss is heated and messy and Bruce never wants it to end. But he breaks it to breathe and drops a hand to Jason's hip. ]
Would you have let that man touch you?
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He knew and he savored it because there had always been and probably always would be a part of him that wanted nothing more in life than to goad this stoic man to emotion.
The kiss broke and Jason let his head thunk back against the wall, his hand coming back around so he could trace the light swelling his teeth had caused in Bruce's lower lip.]
Are you possessive, Bruce? Does the idea of watching that man lead me off to some coat closet make you angry? Jealous? Does it make you want to put your mark on me so no one else dares to touch what isn't theirs?
[His grin had far too many teeth as he leaned forward to once again share the larger man's air. When he spoke again, it was almost directly into Bruce's ear, his jaw so close that their stubble brushed together.]
Two choices, B. I can suck you off right here and you can go back in there and make your speech with my spit drying on your cock....or you can forget your speech and take me home to fuck me until you're satisfied that I belong to only one person in this building.
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Jason was always the right one to drag his emotions up out of the box Bruce kept them in. Of course it would be him to stir it up like a fever. ]
You're allowed to do whatever you want, Jason. With whomever you want.
[ Though he says it, it's easy to tell he doesn't really believe it. His voice is light, but his eyes are dark. Mouth drawn tight, though Jason's finger traces his lip. He almost wants to return the favor, sink his teeth into the digit until Jason bleeds. ]
But you will always wish it were me. Every time.
[ When Jason is close again, Bruce lifts a hand to cup his jaw, thumb sweeping over the swell of his cheek. ]
No. I am going to fuck you, but you're going to wait. You're going to go out there and smile and it's going to be all you think about.
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He shivered, his finger curling lightly so that it was a blunt nail trailing against his own bite marks...and then he gave a sharp bark of laughter before he leaned forward and licked a drip of blood from the man's lip.]
Every. Time. It's always been you. I would watch the world burn if it meant keeping you safe and at my side...
[The second kiss wasn't any gentler than the first, but this time Jason was flushed by the time that he had to pull away to breath out a few words against Bruce's ear.]
But you won't leave a stupid fucking gala to fill a fifteen minute speech for me.
[The heel of his hand hit Bruce hard in the solar plexus, driving the larger man back enough to be able to slip out from between his bulk and the wall. He grinned as he took a few steps backward, the expression brittle and hard as he fought to keep his hurt in.]
World might run on your rules, B, but I don't. You want this? You gotta meet me where I am, as your fucking equal. No changing the rules to your liking. Either I'm yours or I'm your toy and I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't be anyone's toy anymore.
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Jason never wanted to bend to fit and Bruce was never quite strong enough to make him. He would do what he wanted and Bruce had to learn to navigate around it or through it. It frustrates him but he would never stop trying to squeeze him into the shape of something close to his ideal. Even if it blows up in his face.
Like now. Jason whispers those words as Bruce breathes heavy, the high of the second kiss bleeding away into a bitter sort of disappointment. When Jason's strike connects, Bruce stumbles a step or two before he catches and corrects himself. Then he whirls around, too fluid for a man his size. ]
You're not a toy.
[ he wants to reach for him, drag him back into his orbit. Kiss him until he can't breathe. But he doesn't. He just closes the distance between them. ]
And I haven't changed the rules. I've made them clear. If this is going to work you have to stop working against me and twisting everything I say into something it isn't.
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Bruce closed the distance between them and Jason stood his ground, jaw tightening a little as he reached up to rub his hand up under his collar to rub at the jagged scar that was hidden there. It was the same arm that he'd dug the tracker out of not even three hours before. The spots of blood on his cuff had dried and darkened into something deeper.]
You didn't 'clarify' anything, B. I gave you the two plays that I wanted to do because maybe you're not the only possessive one in this room, and you turned around and threw out a third option without so much as an 'or we could'.
[He huffed, shaking his head as he looked away, that old familiar knot of 'not good enough' settling in his guts.]
I don't know why I'm surprised I don't rate higher than a nothing speech they only asked you to make because you threw the most money at them.
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You want my undivided attention? You've had it all night.
[ Longer if he was going to be precise about it. How often had his thoughts drifted to Jason when he allowed them to? More than he'd admit to anyone else. Jason could be all consuming, eating away at everything until there is nothing but him. It was part of the reason Bruce had wanted to reshape him. It was part of the reason that was never going to work. ]
Lucius can give the speech. If you're willing to give me a minute to spring it on him.
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Wary, waiting for the man to cast him aside like so many other times, but oh so achingly hopeful. Baring himself in a way that he refused to do with anyone else, but knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was going to hurt.
He wasn't expecting Bruce's surrender. It startled him, snapped his eyes open as he lifted his face away from Bruce's hand to instead turn those questioning eyes to Bruce's. He'd never 'won', before. Never been the thing that Bruce would chose over anything else. He didn't know what to do with himself. So he did what he'd wanted to do all night.
He kissed him. Hard. Poured everything he had into that kiss, like it might be the one and only opportunity to make the man understand exactly how much Jason loved him by sheer force of will alone. He kissed him until they were both breathless with it, lips bruised and carefully styled hair mussed. And when he finally had to let go or risk passing out, he only moved back far enough to murmur against Bruce's lips.]
You have five minutes.
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Vulnerability would always hurt. Because it seeped in deep, tight around the muscles, an ache in the bones, a hitch in your breathing that could never quite be cleared. Bruce hated the feeling. It could drop him in places he didn't want to be in. Crime Alley. A destroyed warehouse in the Middle East. A laughing clown and an impossible choice. It would hurt. It would always hurt and in all the worst ways.
But he'd risk it. If only for a chance to show Jason he cared. That he loved him so deeply, he did not want to a remember a time that he hadn't. So he conceded, gave ground so Jason could feel like it was something solid to stand on. So Bruce wouldn't have to start over again. The speech was unnecessary anyway. Just a showy display with his name and likeness attached. Lucius would be a serviceable enough.
The kiss he feels in every part of him and he returns it just as fiercely, until there was nothing left in his lungs but burning. His hands linger on Jason's hips, did not want to step away for the time it would take to speak to Lucius. Five minutes. Plenty of time. Too much time, really. He kisses Jason again, a lingering peck, before he pulls himself away before he dragged Jason to the floor to fuck him there. He smoothed his hair but there's nothing he can do about the bruised lips. At least no one would be surprised. ]
I drove the Audi. [ He tosses Jason the keys. ] Wait for me.
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'He'll choose you one of these days.'
'He'll keep you this time, safe and beloved and home.'
'He loves you.'
Not every whisper was a lie, but that just meant that the ones that were held an edge that eviscerated. And yet, he still offered that little torment a home in his chest because the few times that it didn't lie were worth it.
He caught the keys without looking at them, hope a jagged lump in his throat as he nodded. There was a part of him that wanted to reach forward and grab the man, refuse to let him out of his sight. A part of him that was sure that he was going to go down to the car...and Bruce would never show. Something or someone would remind the man that Jason wasn't his priority, wasn't important enough to interrupt his life like he always did.
That he was going to go out to the car and die waiting, like some loyal hound. But hope was a powerful little shit and after a moment of watching Bruce's back disappear back through the door, Jason sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed his fate before turning to head for the garage.
Bruce would find him in the passenger seat.
Or he wouldn't.
Such was the nature of hope.]
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Four minutes left.
He found Lucius by a dessert table, chatting away with an executive or two and Bruce ignored the curious looks he's given. He knew he looked disheveled - not overly so, but he was clearly not as put together as he usually was. So of course Lucius agreed when Bruce asked the favor. No questions asked.
So with 2 and half minutes to spare, the driver's side door opened and Bruce slid into place effortlessly.
If Jason was there, Bruce would reach for his hand, bring it to his lips to kiss before turning his hand over for the keys.
If not. Well, it gave Bruce time to contemplate his choices tonight and maybe Batman would step out earlier than usual. ]
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He'd taken off his jacket and tossed it into the space behind their seats, uncaring about the wrinkles that it would form. His tie had joined it, the top two buttons of his already ruined dress shirt open to give him a little more room to breathe. There was a bloodstain that started just behind his left elbow from where he'd started out the night digging that tracker out of his arm. The angle was awkward, but he'd managed it.
He looked over when Bruce slid into the seat next to him, eyes a little wide in shock -and maybe a little hope- as the older man first took and then kissed his hand. He hadn't expected Bruce to follow through and it showed. He was quiet as he passed the keys over, his hand settling on it's own against the warmth of Bruce's thigh as the car purred to life under them.
He didn't ask where Bruce was going to take him. The Manor, a safehouse, the penthouse....none of it really mattered. 'Home' was the man next to him. Everything else was just set dressing.]
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With his free hand, he tugged his tie free, draped it over the mirror before taking a turn that would take them to the penthouse in only a few minutes, traffic notwithstanding. He wasn't quite ready to explain why he'd come home early to Alfred and he wanted to take Jason somewhere a bit more personal than a safehouse. So penthouse it was.
When they arrive, Bruce parks the car with practiced ease and turns to look at Jason, his hand coming to rest on Jason's where it sits on his thigh. ]
Are you sure this is what you want?
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And the fact that the trip was so short was probably the only reason Jason's hand had remained still and soft on Bruce's thigh and hadn't risked creeping up.
He smirked as they parked, fighting hard to not let his insecurity at the gala overwhelm the flirting they'd been sharing before Jason had been faced with a face from the past and had thrown his whole game off. He looked down at their joined hands, shifting so he could lean his elbow on the center console and reach over with his free hand to draw idle patterns against Bruce's skin.]
You were promising to get deep enough to make me feel it? That about where we were, old man?
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He shifted in the driver's seat, hiking Jason's hand up just enough so he could feel it, Bruce half hard already from the anticipation. ]
It's a good place to start. You will be walking funny when we're done. [ He returned Jason's smirk with one of his own. ] We should head inside before I lose my patience.
[ That doesn't stop him from leaning across the console to press a kiss to those smirking lips. Then he gets out. Because he does not want to have sex in the Audi. The seats were leather and honestly, car sex was probably his least favorite kind. He summoned the elevator and reached for Jason's hand when he was near enough to touch. ]
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And yet, Bruce sliding his hand up to feel him, heavy and thick in those bespoke slacks? His eyes darkened, lips parting as he darted his tongue out to wet them. He didn't want to contort himself over the center console...but oh, he very much did want to know what that heavy cock felt like on his tongue.
He groaned into that kiss, his hand tightening a little as he teased through the layers of clothes...and then Bruce was getting out and Jason scrambled to join him, laughing a little breathlessly as he grabbed his jacket from the back before jogging over to thread their fingers together.]
It's your building, right? If I take a minute to choke on you in the elevator, no one will mind will they?
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Just the security guard. He might have an opinion.
[ He's likely seen all manner of things in this elevator. Nothing quite as explicit as getting a blowjob, and Bruce decides he'll pass the poor guy watching the cameras a few extra bucks on his next paycheck. ]
Or he might appreciate a good show. I will.
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Well, if that wasn't permission, Jason didn't know what was. He grinned that cocky, lopsided grin of his and as soon as the chime tolled and the doors slid open, he made quick work of maneuvering Bruce into a corner. He left Bruce to bother with swiping his keycard that would take them up to the penthouse apartment, sinking to his knees with a grace that really shouldn't be in a body the size of his.
Later, he'd take his time. Explore his previous mentor's body with all the due diligence it deserved. But their time was limited and Jason had been craving feeling Bruce's cock on his tongue all night. He made quick work of the man's slacks, not bothering to push them or the underwear beneath down. Instead he just drew Bruce out, making a small, appreciate sound in the back of his throat before he eagerly leaned in and licked a stripe from base to head, letting his tongue flatten out to make more room as he wrapped his lips around that thick head.]
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His eyes were dark, tracking Jason's every move while he sank to his knees. Lips parted when his slacks opened and his cock was freed. That was nearly a relief on its own. He tilted his head back when he felt the warmth of Jason's mouth, restraint still evident in how low he kept the noise he made. He ran his fingers through Jason's hair, flexing them against his scalp at nearly every jolt of pleasure. ]
You look so good like that, Jason.
[ His voice was strained, but he was still in control. In enough control to will himself to remember to drop a scrambler in the security footage. Last thing he needed was this plastered all over the internet. Selfishly, he didn't want to share this moment with anyone else. ]
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But like this? Heavy and thick, but still soft, still malleable? Jason took him all the way into his mouth, nuzzling his nose into neatly trimmed black curls. It was almost too much and he had to work out how to breath through his nose around the cock in his mouth, but it was perfect. Hot on his tongue, skin velvet soft as he flexed his tongue and suckled softly.
Fingers combed through his hair and Jason let his eyes close as he hummed in wordless invitation. The elevator was moving, but he had no idea where they were or how fast they were going. His entire focus was on keeping as much of Bruce in his mouth as he could, for as long as he could.
And if he started to drool about halfway up...well, so be it.
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CW: Aftermath of child SA
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