[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.
[ Perfect enough that Bruce cannot think of anything at all. It's just static and pleasure and the warmth of Jason's mouth. He just bunches his shirt in his hand, pulls it up so he can watch Jason take all of him in to the root, until he can't see anything but the top of Jason's head and where his other hand rests in his dark hair.
Perfect enough that he loses a little bit of that discipline. That he groans and he cannot stop himself from doing it. It rumbles up from somewhere deep and comes out of his mouth before he can think better of it.
It's perfect enough that Bruce almost misses the elevator stopping and dinging as the doors slide open to the penthouse level. He doesn't want Jason to stop. Not until he's satisfied. But there was only a moment before the doors closed again and he really did not want the building's other occupants see them like this. So he pulls himself together and rubs the fingers that'd been in his hair against Jason's jaw. ]
Let's finish this somewhere a little more private.
[That groan was music to his ears. A verbal acknowledgment that his actions were enough to break through Bruce's stoic nature? It was just a sound, but for anyone who knew the man behind the many masks, it was so much more.
By the time they reached the top and the elevator chimed, Bruce had hardened enough that Jason couldn't keep him entirely in his mouth anymore. He tried, but his nose just barely touched the wiry hair before Bruce hit the back of his throat. He was contemplating if he wanted to try for more when strong fingers touched his jaw and Jason shivered as he opened his eyes to look up the length of Bruce's body. Want was clear in those pale, concrete colored eyes...but he wasn't ready to be pliable to the older man's whims just yet.
Instead, he reached up and braced his hands against powerful hips, keeping their gazes locked as he switched from simply holding Bruce in his mouth to outright blowing him. He went from practically still cock warming to bobbing his head and flicking his tongue over the head when he drew back, lapping up precum like he was starving for it. Twice, three times his head bobbed...and on the forth time, he made good on his promise from the ground floor. He swallowed carefully as he ducked his head back down, letting Bruce feel the tightness of his throat for just a moment before he started to choke and he drew back with a wet cough and a huge grin.]
After you, old man.
[His voice was rough after having Bruce in his throat for even that short amount of time.]
[ It was an acknowledgement that he was human. So often Bruce could act like he was not. Forgo sleep for days. Eat just enough not to lose muscle mass, but not much else or with the family he's built. Disappear for days and days. Refuse his partner the satisfaction in knowing they've done something that pleased him. Jason knew how to break all of that down, strip him bare. He knew how to twist the knife so it hurt and he had to look at him. It awed Bruce and frustrated him. He was supposed to be consumed by the Mission. Nothing else is ever meant to matter. His defenses were supposed to be impenetrable. No one was ever supposed to be able to get this close.
But there he was, guard dropped enough that he couldn't stop himself. There he was vulnerable and exposed in a way he's never allowed anyone else to see. It doesn't surprise him that Jason is the reason. He would always be the reason. When their gazes met, Bruce opened his mouth to speak, to hurry him along but the words wither on his tongue.
Bruce's brain stutters - stops and starts again - when he could feel Jason's tongue working against the head of his cock. He had to will himself to keep still, to not thrust into Jason's mouth. But he managed, though not without a lot of whispered curses and Jason's name when he slipped down his throat. God this man was going to be the absolute death of him. Bruce breathed his way through the sensation, kept himself composed so that stoic image isn't tarnished too badly.
He was hasty in putting himself away, leaning down to kiss Jason while he made himself somewhat presentable for the cameras trained on their every move, though he doesn't bother to fasten his slacks. He reached for Jason's hand to tug him in close so they could walk into the penthouse together. ]
[From the first time that he'd ever clambered up into the Batmobile, coaxing Bruce into being human had been a priority for him. A low one, perhaps, but unwavering. He'd perfected the art of sliding in between the seams of all of Bruce's carefully constructed armor so that he could get to the man beneath.
Those little curses were praise to his need to strip the older man bare, and his name? Oh, his name in that tight hiss was going to live rent free in his memory until the heat death of the fucking universe.
His knees cracked loudly when he rose up off of them, but that didn't slow him down at all. He let Bruce take his hand, let the larger man draw him in close, something tight and angry in his chest soothed to softness by the gesture. He wanted to be held close, wanted Bruce to not keep him at arm's length. The cameras would see Brucie Wayne and his latest bedwarmer, and Jason kind of actually loved the idea of his blurry image showing up on tomorrow's gossip rags.
As soon as they were safe in the confines of the Penthouse, Jason was tossing his woefully wrinkled jacket over whatever surface was nearest before he used Bruce's tie to pull him in for a hard kiss. Hoped Bruce could taste himself on his tongue.]
[ There's something a little more intimate about the penthouse. Where the manor was wide and open, the penthouse had smaller, closed spaces. Still ostentatious, still larger than most Gotham apartments. But for someone like Bruce? It was as closed in as it could be, outside of the Cave. Cozy and warm with the company he'd brought in there with him.
He'd shed his jacket too, draped it over the counter when Jason pulled him in for the kiss and he returned it, hard and desperate. He could taste himself and he licked into Jason's mouth for more. His hands settle on Jason's hips, dragging them in close to grind against him, so he could feel how hard he still was. ]
[There's still a part of him that wants to quip about not deserving the bed, but honestly? That neon core of spite that had been infused into him from years of hard luck, bad trust, and miscommunication was easy to ignore. It wasn't always, but here? In this quiet, private place that Bruce retreated to when he needed to be alone and lick his wounds?
He groaned softly, letting his head bow to rest against the larger man's shoulder for a moment as their erections rocked together before he was staggering back and grinning that lop sided smile of his. Usually, that smile was quick to morph into something less intimate and telling. Tonight, he let it stay as a bit of a teasing promise as he used his hold on Bruce's tie to keep the man in step with him as he sauntered his way over to the oversized couch.]
Sit.
[The playful order was given with an equally non-serious push against the broadness of Bruce's chest, but if the man did sit, Jason was quick to straddle his lap.]
[ Bruce loved that lopsided smile for all of the sincerity it conveyed. So much of their memories have been colored with tension and strife and anger that Bruce could forget how very tender Jason could be if he was given the space for it. Often, very often, he regrets not giving him that space, one on top of the many others. All he could do was give it to him now, and kiss his lopsided smile until they were both breathless.
He follows Jason's lead without stumbling and sits when he's pushed to do so. When Jason's in his lap, he's quick to drag him down for a kiss, fingers working along the buttons of his shirt. This didn't have to be anything nearly so dangerous. It could have been quick and dirty and over with so Bruce could grapple with the idea that he might want to do this again. But he wanted to take his time. Savor the moment and how beautiful Jason was. Especially like this. When he undoes the last button, his hands reach up to push the shirt from his shoulders so he can kiss and nip along the strong line of muscle there. ]
[It would have been so easy to make this something quick and dirty. Something that could be forgotten as soon as the sweat had dried and their breathing had evened back out.
He was, after all, a former whore. He had plenty of experience making sex quick and dirty and good with as little emotional connection as possible. Bruce could have easily had him right there at the convention hall, simply dragged him into a bathroom and stuffed Jason's tie into his mouth to keep him quiet as they fucked against the counter. Or Bruce could have had his mouth, pressed the 'emergency stop' button in the elevator and worked Jason's jaw until he came down the younger man's throat.
The car.
The parking garage.
So many ways to have made it nothing. Jason wouldn't have called him on it. He would have kept his heartbreak quiet until Bruce was finished with him, then picked himself back up and gone on with his life. It would have been easy and discrete and...
and instead they were there. In the dark intimacy of the penthouse, Bruce parting his shirt to expose old scars and fresh wounds alike. Gentle lips trailed against freshly uncovered skin and Jason groaned as he pulled his arms free of his still tucked in shirt so that he could bury his fingers into Bruce's hair.]
Bruce...
[The name was a prayer whispered by a voice that shook with emotion and Jason pulled the larger man back just enough to be able to kiss him. His nails scraped lightly against Bruce's scalp before dropping down to his lover's shirt. He didn't waste time with buttons, however. Instead, he simply worked his fingers into a gap between two and his shoulders gave the slightest of flexes as he simply pulled it open, buttons popping off to disappear into the darkness of the living room.
He was grinning as he lightly nipped the lip he'd bitten before.]
[ For Bruce, sex had never really been anything personal. Another tool in his belt. Nothing to put his heart into, because the people he had it with never ending up meaning anything to him. It's all part of the act. Brucie's life moved fast and so did the people he rotated in and out of it. It would have been easy to feel that way about Jason, to take out his heart and replace it with that same uncaring, flippancy he saved for the people who only ever cared about the conquest.
Except, no it wasn't easy. Not at all and Bruce couldn't bring himself to do that here. Not to his boy. Not to Jason. Because it would mean denying what he felt, that deeply rooted longing that's lived with him for too many long years. That's squeezed into the deepest parts of him, reserved for just the right one to see. He didn't want this to move too fast. He wanted to savor it. Like their first kiss and the slow way Bruce opened his shirt so he could see well defined muscles underneath and touch them, squeeze them, kiss them. Like the venerate way Jason says his name. There were so many ways he could have made this nothing.
But right then, it was everything.
Bruce loved the feeling of Jason's fingers in his hair, the gentle scrape of his nails against his scalp as they kissed, hands settled on his thighs. When the buttons clatter into the dark corners of the living room, Bruce cut his eyes up to Jason and for a moment (maybe a moment too long) he didn't look amused. Until he heard oops. He could not help the smirk. ]
Impatient?
[ He shrugged the shirt off and when his hands were free, he put them back on Jason's thighs, dragging them up toward the noticeable bulge in his slacks. ]
[Alike in so many ways, yet for opposite reasons. Jason had used sex as a tool to keep himself and Catherine alive and Catherine comfortable until her death. Bruce used it as a mask, a protective shield between his true self and the world that was more than willing to believe he was nothing more than a ditzy playboy. Both of them using their own bodies as a tool, a method to control the world they lived in.
Both of them having to figure out how to handle something that wasn't simply an act.
Jason smirked when Bruce questioned his ripping of the shirt, but the expression held almost no bite as he rocked his hips forward and groaned at the hands so close to where his cock ached in the confines of his slacks. It was a surreal sensation, being so hard after so little, and it was enough to rock the younger man's perception a little as he leaned down to trace his lips over the hard muscle of Bruce's broad shoulders.]
I've wanted to do that for years, you know.
[He kissed his way up along the strong line of Bruce's jaw, humming softly in satisfaction before he claimed the other man's lips in another hard kiss.]
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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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Perfect enough that he loses a little bit of that discipline. That he groans and he cannot stop himself from doing it. It rumbles up from somewhere deep and comes out of his mouth before he can think better of it.
It's perfect enough that Bruce almost misses the elevator stopping and dinging as the doors slide open to the penthouse level. He doesn't want Jason to stop. Not until he's satisfied. But there was only a moment before the doors closed again and he really did not want the building's other occupants see them like this. So he pulls himself together and rubs the fingers that'd been in his hair against Jason's jaw. ]
Let's finish this somewhere a little more private.
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By the time they reached the top and the elevator chimed, Bruce had hardened enough that Jason couldn't keep him entirely in his mouth anymore. He tried, but his nose just barely touched the wiry hair before Bruce hit the back of his throat. He was contemplating if he wanted to try for more when strong fingers touched his jaw and Jason shivered as he opened his eyes to look up the length of Bruce's body. Want was clear in those pale, concrete colored eyes...but he wasn't ready to be pliable to the older man's whims just yet.
Instead, he reached up and braced his hands against powerful hips, keeping their gazes locked as he switched from simply holding Bruce in his mouth to outright blowing him. He went from practically still cock warming to bobbing his head and flicking his tongue over the head when he drew back, lapping up precum like he was starving for it. Twice, three times his head bobbed...and on the forth time, he made good on his promise from the ground floor. He swallowed carefully as he ducked his head back down, letting Bruce feel the tightness of his throat for just a moment before he started to choke and he drew back with a wet cough and a huge grin.]
After you, old man.
[His voice was rough after having Bruce in his throat for even that short amount of time.]
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But there he was, guard dropped enough that he couldn't stop himself. There he was vulnerable and exposed in a way he's never allowed anyone else to see. It doesn't surprise him that Jason is the reason. He would always be the reason. When their gazes met, Bruce opened his mouth to speak, to hurry him along but the words wither on his tongue.
Bruce's brain stutters - stops and starts again - when he could feel Jason's tongue working against the head of his cock. He had to will himself to keep still, to not thrust into Jason's mouth. But he managed, though not without a lot of whispered curses and Jason's name when he slipped down his throat. God this man was going to be the absolute death of him. Bruce breathed his way through the sensation, kept himself composed so that stoic image isn't tarnished too badly.
He was hasty in putting himself away, leaning down to kiss Jason while he made himself somewhat presentable for the cameras trained on their every move, though he doesn't bother to fasten his slacks. He reached for Jason's hand to tug him in close so they could walk into the penthouse together. ]
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Those little curses were praise to his need to strip the older man bare, and his name? Oh, his name in that tight hiss was going to live rent free in his memory until the heat death of the fucking universe.
His knees cracked loudly when he rose up off of them, but that didn't slow him down at all. He let Bruce take his hand, let the larger man draw him in close, something tight and angry in his chest soothed to softness by the gesture. He wanted to be held close, wanted Bruce to not keep him at arm's length. The cameras would see Brucie Wayne and his latest bedwarmer, and Jason kind of actually loved the idea of his blurry image showing up on tomorrow's gossip rags.
As soon as they were safe in the confines of the Penthouse, Jason was tossing his woefully wrinkled jacket over whatever surface was nearest before he used Bruce's tie to pull him in for a hard kiss. Hoped Bruce could taste himself on his tongue.]
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He'd shed his jacket too, draped it over the counter when Jason pulled him in for the kiss and he returned it, hard and desperate. He could taste himself and he licked into Jason's mouth for more. His hands settle on Jason's hips, dragging them in close to grind against him, so he could feel how hard he still was. ]
Sofa. Now.
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He groaned softly, letting his head bow to rest against the larger man's shoulder for a moment as their erections rocked together before he was staggering back and grinning that lop sided smile of his. Usually, that smile was quick to morph into something less intimate and telling. Tonight, he let it stay as a bit of a teasing promise as he used his hold on Bruce's tie to keep the man in step with him as he sauntered his way over to the oversized couch.]
Sit.
[The playful order was given with an equally non-serious push against the broadness of Bruce's chest, but if the man did sit, Jason was quick to straddle his lap.]
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He follows Jason's lead without stumbling and sits when he's pushed to do so. When Jason's in his lap, he's quick to drag him down for a kiss, fingers working along the buttons of his shirt. This didn't have to be anything nearly so dangerous. It could have been quick and dirty and over with so Bruce could grapple with the idea that he might want to do this again. But he wanted to take his time. Savor the moment and how beautiful Jason was. Especially like this. When he undoes the last button, his hands reach up to push the shirt from his shoulders so he can kiss and nip along the strong line of muscle there. ]
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He was, after all, a former whore. He had plenty of experience making sex quick and dirty and good with as little emotional connection as possible. Bruce could have easily had him right there at the convention hall, simply dragged him into a bathroom and stuffed Jason's tie into his mouth to keep him quiet as they fucked against the counter. Or Bruce could have had his mouth, pressed the 'emergency stop' button in the elevator and worked Jason's jaw until he came down the younger man's throat.
The car.
The parking garage.
So many ways to have made it nothing. Jason wouldn't have called him on it. He would have kept his heartbreak quiet until Bruce was finished with him, then picked himself back up and gone on with his life. It would have been easy and discrete and...
and instead they were there. In the dark intimacy of the penthouse, Bruce parting his shirt to expose old scars and fresh wounds alike. Gentle lips trailed against freshly uncovered skin and Jason groaned as he pulled his arms free of his still tucked in shirt so that he could bury his fingers into Bruce's hair.]
Bruce...
[The name was a prayer whispered by a voice that shook with emotion and Jason pulled the larger man back just enough to be able to kiss him. His nails scraped lightly against Bruce's scalp before dropping down to his lover's shirt. He didn't waste time with buttons, however. Instead, he simply worked his fingers into a gap between two and his shoulders gave the slightest of flexes as he simply pulled it open, buttons popping off to disappear into the darkness of the living room.
He was grinning as he lightly nipped the lip he'd bitten before.]
Oops.
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Except, no it wasn't easy. Not at all and Bruce couldn't bring himself to do that here. Not to his boy. Not to Jason. Because it would mean denying what he felt, that deeply rooted longing that's lived with him for too many long years. That's squeezed into the deepest parts of him, reserved for just the right one to see. He didn't want this to move too fast. He wanted to savor it. Like their first kiss and the slow way Bruce opened his shirt so he could see well defined muscles underneath and touch them, squeeze them, kiss them. Like the venerate way Jason says his name. There were so many ways he could have made this nothing.
But right then, it was everything.
Bruce loved the feeling of Jason's fingers in his hair, the gentle scrape of his nails against his scalp as they kissed, hands settled on his thighs. When the buttons clatter into the dark corners of the living room, Bruce cut his eyes up to Jason and for a moment (maybe a moment too long) he didn't look amused. Until he heard oops. He could not help the smirk. ]
Impatient?
[ He shrugged the shirt off and when his hands were free, he put them back on Jason's thighs, dragging them up toward the noticeable bulge in his slacks. ]
How are you going to pay me back for that shirt?
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Both of them having to figure out how to handle something that wasn't simply an act.
Jason smirked when Bruce questioned his ripping of the shirt, but the expression held almost no bite as he rocked his hips forward and groaned at the hands so close to where his cock ached in the confines of his slacks. It was a surreal sensation, being so hard after so little, and it was enough to rock the younger man's perception a little as he leaned down to trace his lips over the hard muscle of Bruce's broad shoulders.]
I've wanted to do that for years, you know.
[He kissed his way up along the strong line of Bruce's jaw, humming softly in satisfaction before he claimed the other man's lips in another hard kiss.]
...wanted to kiss you for longer...
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