[ 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.]
[ The shield had always felt necessary. Ever since that night Bruce had wrapped himself in it. To keep the outside world from getting to close - to keep anyone from getting too close. Because feeling anything other than the obsession for the Mission was a dangerous thing. Loving people who could leave you or die or come back and hate you down to the very atoms that made you was a cruel, cutting thing. So Bruce had always kept himself behind the shield, wrapped it around his heart so tight it might not ever beat again. But that was fine. Because it could never break. The shield didn't just protect the secret. It protected Bruce himself.
But the shield is old and sometimes Bruce doesn't sure up the cracks in it. Sometimes it makes room for someone to get close enough to touch him and know what he really feels like and how furiously his heart really beats. Not many can do it, make it past that shield. But if you know how, it's really not that hard at all.
Jason knows how. Through that smirk of his and his pretty blue eyes and the way he groans when Bruce touches him without really touching him. It draws him out and holds him in place while Jason kisses along his shoulders and his neck and his jaw.
Bruce could pretend he'd never noticed when the way Jason looked at him changed. But there isn't much he doesn't notice. The only thing he could not have predicted was how intensely he'd feel the same. ]
Did you fantasize about me, Jason?
[ he says it when they part from the kiss, with a smirk that matches Jay's. ]
Did you think about what it'd be like for me to touch you?
[ He drags his palm up high, teases it over Jason's erection. Just for emphasis. ]
[He knew that shield. Knew it well. He'd hated it from the moment that Batman had picked him up that night in Crime Alley. Hated it...but also understood it. After all, he'd come with his own shield, right? His own defenses.
But, much like he'd always been able to wiggle through the plates of Bruce's armor, Bruce had pushed his way past his own. There, straddling those powerful thighs with Bruce's skin under his lips, his protective wall was mere rubble at their feet.]
...Yes.
[The word escaped his lips like a confession and he moaned as he rocked his cloth covered erection against the pressure of the older man's hand.]
Wanted you to touch me. Thought about. Thought about what you'd feel like inside me...
[He caught Bruce's lips in another kiss, leaning forward to nip at the shell of Bruce's ear. He knew he didn't have to explain why those soft words meant so much.]
[ That yes felt like a victory. A small win in the grand scheme of things, but a win nonetheless. He never expects a concession from Jason. Not one that made him vulnerable and certainly not without fighting him for it. But this had come easily, with his guard lowered and him sitting in his lap. Maybe it wouldn't seem like a lot from anyone looking in to see them now. But for Bruce it felt like an impossible leap.
He smirked, working the button on his expensive trousers open, so Bruce can slide his hands inside, hands gripping firmly at his ass. Jason wanted to be touched and Bruce was more than happy to oblige him. ]
Is that what you want?
[ He squeezes. ]
We'd have to get you ready for me, but I think I can accommodate you.
[It was. A leap of faith from a boy who'd always felt so alone to a man who'd never known how to handle being with people. A blind flight and a blind trust that Bruce wouldn't let him fall. Wouldn't let him simply slam into the ground under those expensive shoes and shatter.
Surprisingly nimble fingers worked open his slacks and Jason shivered and bowed his head to bury his face against Bruce's shoulder as he waited for the spark of panic to flare in his stomach. He felt it, buried so deep in him that even the Pit hadn't been able to burn it out of him, but as Bruce's hands slipped around to squeeze his ass, it only gave a lazy roll in it's cocoon. There, but manageable. He felt the warmth of Bruce's hands on his body and he shivered as he let himself cautiously rock back against that touch.]
Fuck...[The word was small, almost reverent in both it's fear and hope.]
...touch me? Need to see you, need to know it's you, but...please?
[ Bruce likes to think he knows his boys well enough to sense when something is off with them. Keeping tabs on their location and activities are always useful when he's dealing with something external - drug rings, mob violence, human traffickers. He'd always come if they called him about those kinds of things.
The emotional, he's never been that great at, not when his own are buried so deep they might as well not exist. He's always left the emotional labor to Alfred. But Alfred's not here to save him. He's gotta navigate this on his own. For a moment, he really doesn't know what to say when Jason buries his face against his shoulder. The air is still charged, but there's something else now and Bruce doesn't want to say something wrong that'll kill the mood or be hurtful, when that's far from his intention.
He gives Jason's cheeks another reassuring squeeze before he slides his hands upward to pull him into a hug against him. ]
I got you.
[ Bruce reaches up to cup Jason's cheek at his request, the other hand he dips into the front of his pants and wraps his fingers around his cock and gives it a gentle squeeze so he'd know it was there. ]
[He felt that shift in the air. Felt Bruce's body under him stiffen just that little bit. He hated it. It reminded him of the first few months he'd spent at the Manor, when he'd expected the worst and Bruce had tried to back peddle off every hit trigger.
He wasn't eleven anymore. And he sure as hell didn't want Bruce to try and back peddle away from this.
He shivered when skillful fingers slipped into his slacks, the touch pulling him out of his head and back into his body and his moan was soft and a little shaky, but it was there.]
I-
[He shifted, pulling back enough to be able to thread his fingers into short black hair. He used the grip to demand a kiss, licking his way into Bruce's mouth with an eagerness that he hoped helped put the man at ease. When he finally had his fill, he pulled back just enough to share the man's air.]
I'm not gunna break. You promised I'd be walking funny tomorrow. That's what I want.
[ Ever since he came back, Bruce's relationship with Jason had become a brittle, fragile thing. The parts Garzonas and Joker and Bruce's own terrible mistakes that were broken could be scattered too easily. Because even when they were healed (if you could call it healed), there were still hairline fractures where they'd put themselves back together again. Bruce's heavy hand could shake the board, tip it over in the heat of an argument or sometimes he doesn't mean to do it. It was just something that happened because Bruce could not reconcile the kid Jason had once been with the man he had become.
Jason wasn't fragile. He wasn't going to break. And he wanted Bruce to fuck him until he was walking funny. Just like he promised. Bruce smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. He leaned up for another kiss, nipping at his lip. ]
Then stand up. Take these off.
[ Bruce's hand slipped free from Jason's slacks and he tugs at them. ]
[Maybe the reason those hairline fractures never healed was because they'd been trying to heal in a pattern that didn't exist anymore? He'd never be that boy again. More importantly, he didn't want to be that boy again. He didn't want to be Bruce's son.
Maybe there was a part of him that never had.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he buried his face in Bruce's neck for a moment after that demand, breathing in his scent and feeling that strong, steady pulse under his touch. He found it just as reassuring, just as comforting as he always had, but he couldn't deny the heavy weight in the air that made it just that little bit more delicious.
Wordlessly, he pushed himself back, rolling the motion and following it up to his feet. His shirt was already gone, his slacks open and framing the hard bulge of his cock trapped in his briefs. For a moment, he just stood and let himself breathe. Let Bruce look at him and all the scars that decorated his skin...but then his lips curled up into a playful little smirk and he turned before easing his thumbs into the loose waistband of the well fitted slacks.
His ass wasn't as perfect as Dick's, but the slacks got caught up around his thighs, the muscle making him wiggle a little to pull the fabric down. He had to bend to do it and while his ass wasn't perfect, he knew he was no slouch, either.]
[ It was a difficult thing to accept, that the pattern didn't exist anymore. It was why the memorial was still there, even though Jason had been back for years by now. Difficult to accept that they'd never go back to the way they were before it all became contentious and angry and difficult. But Bruce had to accept it, if he wanted this relationship to be something salvageable. And considering how he felt about Jason – truly felt about him – it was absolutely something he wanted to save.
It didn't have to be the same. It could be new and maybe a little bit stronger so scum like Felipe Garzonas and the Joker could not so easily tear them apart again.
Bruce took the time Jason afforded him to admire the view. His eyes lingered over the parts he especially appreciated. The smooth expanse of his chest and chiseled definition of his abs and over the parts he did not (the scar where his batarang had bitten deep). He let the feeling pass before he allowed himself to return Jason's smirk with one of his own. ]
Just like that.
[ His ass was perfect, even if it was not Dick's. It made Bruce reach a hand out to touch, give one of his cheeks a firm squeeze. ]
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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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But the shield is old and sometimes Bruce doesn't sure up the cracks in it. Sometimes it makes room for someone to get close enough to touch him and know what he really feels like and how furiously his heart really beats. Not many can do it, make it past that shield. But if you know how, it's really not that hard at all.
Jason knows how. Through that smirk of his and his pretty blue eyes and the way he groans when Bruce touches him without really touching him. It draws him out and holds him in place while Jason kisses along his shoulders and his neck and his jaw.
Bruce could pretend he'd never noticed when the way Jason looked at him changed. But there isn't much he doesn't notice. The only thing he could not have predicted was how intensely he'd feel the same. ]
Did you fantasize about me, Jason?
[ he says it when they part from the kiss, with a smirk that matches Jay's. ]
Did you think about what it'd be like for me to touch you?
[ He drags his palm up high, teases it over Jason's erection. Just for emphasis. ]
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But, much like he'd always been able to wiggle through the plates of Bruce's armor, Bruce had pushed his way past his own. There, straddling those powerful thighs with Bruce's skin under his lips, his protective wall was mere rubble at their feet.]
...Yes.
[The word escaped his lips like a confession and he moaned as he rocked his cloth covered erection against the pressure of the older man's hand.]
Wanted you to touch me. Thought about. Thought about what you'd feel like inside me...
[He caught Bruce's lips in another kiss, leaning forward to nip at the shell of Bruce's ear. He knew he didn't have to explain why those soft words meant so much.]
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He smirked, working the button on his expensive trousers open, so Bruce can slide his hands inside, hands gripping firmly at his ass. Jason wanted to be touched and Bruce was more than happy to oblige him. ]
Is that what you want?
[ He squeezes. ]
We'd have to get you ready for me, but I think I can accommodate you.
CW: Aftermath of child SA
Surprisingly nimble fingers worked open his slacks and Jason shivered and bowed his head to bury his face against Bruce's shoulder as he waited for the spark of panic to flare in his stomach. He felt it, buried so deep in him that even the Pit hadn't been able to burn it out of him, but as Bruce's hands slipped around to squeeze his ass, it only gave a lazy roll in it's cocoon. There, but manageable. He felt the warmth of Bruce's hands on his body and he shivered as he let himself cautiously rock back against that touch.]
Fuck...[The word was small, almost reverent in both it's fear and hope.]
...touch me? Need to see you, need to know it's you, but...please?
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The emotional, he's never been that great at, not when his own are buried so deep they might as well not exist. He's always left the emotional labor to Alfred. But Alfred's not here to save him. He's gotta navigate this on his own. For a moment, he really doesn't know what to say when Jason buries his face against his shoulder. The air is still charged, but there's something else now and Bruce doesn't want to say something wrong that'll kill the mood or be hurtful, when that's far from his intention.
He gives Jason's cheeks another reassuring squeeze before he slides his hands upward to pull him into a hug against him. ]
I got you.
[ Bruce reaches up to cup Jason's cheek at his request, the other hand he dips into the front of his pants and wraps his fingers around his cock and gives it a gentle squeeze so he'd know it was there. ]
Tell me how you want me to touch you.
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He wasn't eleven anymore. And he sure as hell didn't want Bruce to try and back peddle away from this.
He shivered when skillful fingers slipped into his slacks, the touch pulling him out of his head and back into his body and his moan was soft and a little shaky, but it was there.]
I-
[He shifted, pulling back enough to be able to thread his fingers into short black hair. He used the grip to demand a kiss, licking his way into Bruce's mouth with an eagerness that he hoped helped put the man at ease. When he finally had his fill, he pulled back just enough to share the man's air.]
I'm not gunna break. You promised I'd be walking funny tomorrow. That's what I want.
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Jason wasn't fragile. He wasn't going to break. And he wanted Bruce to fuck him until he was walking funny. Just like he promised. Bruce smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. He leaned up for another kiss, nipping at his lip. ]
Then stand up. Take these off.
[ Bruce's hand slipped free from Jason's slacks and he tugs at them. ]
Do it slow.
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Maybe there was a part of him that never had.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he buried his face in Bruce's neck for a moment after that demand, breathing in his scent and feeling that strong, steady pulse under his touch. He found it just as reassuring, just as comforting as he always had, but he couldn't deny the heavy weight in the air that made it just that little bit more delicious.
Wordlessly, he pushed himself back, rolling the motion and following it up to his feet. His shirt was already gone, his slacks open and framing the hard bulge of his cock trapped in his briefs. For a moment, he just stood and let himself breathe. Let Bruce look at him and all the scars that decorated his skin...but then his lips curled up into a playful little smirk and he turned before easing his thumbs into the loose waistband of the well fitted slacks.
His ass wasn't as perfect as Dick's, but the slacks got caught up around his thighs, the muscle making him wiggle a little to pull the fabric down. He had to bend to do it and while his ass wasn't perfect, he knew he was no slouch, either.]
Slow like this?
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It didn't have to be the same. It could be new and maybe a little bit stronger so scum like Felipe Garzonas and the Joker could not so easily tear them apart again.
Bruce took the time Jason afforded him to admire the view. His eyes lingered over the parts he especially appreciated. The smooth expanse of his chest and chiseled definition of his abs and over the parts he did not (the scar where his batarang had bitten deep). He let the feeling pass before he allowed himself to return Jason's smirk with one of his own. ]
Just like that.
[ His ass was perfect, even if it was not Dick's. It made Bruce reach a hand out to touch, give one of his cheeks a firm squeeze. ]
You are gorgeous, Jason. You always were.
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