[It shouldn't have been surprising how well their lips fit together. They were very different people, but...they weren't. Not really. They came together not like a spark but with an inferno, two people clawing for connection. Even if it was just from themselves.
Though, wasn't there something poetic in the two of them ending up like this? So maybe it wasn't 'even' but 'especially'.
Jason slipped an arm around his neck and he welcomed that inquisitive tongue with a rumble of encouragement. His hands went to his Other's waist, one holding a trim waist while the other slipped up under his shirt so he could splay his hand out against the bare skin at the small of the other man's muscular back.]
[ This kind of feels like falling. Not slipping or tripping over something invisible. But tilting over an edge deliberately and letting gravity do its work. He'd spent all of his life trying to escape it - Gotham's, Bruce's, the Joker's. All it's ever done is hold him down, try to force him into some kind of mold when all he's ever wanted was to be free.
It's funny that letting gravity do its work could feel like he is.
He lifts his hands to cup his Other's cheeks, sinking deeper into the kiss. It makes him feel wanted and if that doesn't fill him with warmth and desire, nothing ever would. He shifts his weight when he feels Jason's hands slipping under his shirt, shifting back so they can fall back together. ]
[Jason, on the other hand, had always loved that feeling. That moment of balancing just on the edge of a building, wind at his back and nothing stretched out in front of him. The leap into open air and the knowledge that it was his own skill that kept him from plummeting to the ground below. It felt almost like flying. It was why he tended to get around on his patrol via free running rooftops rather swinging with his grapple.
Kissing himself was no different. Especially when the Other shifted back, sending them both back onto the bed that they'd put together for him after the broken hand incident. He didn't stop kissing him as they fell, but the hand under Jason's shirt went out to catch his weight so he didn't end up crushing the slightly smaller man. The hand on the back of his neck shifted to between his shoulder blades, keeping him pressed close so that he could control their fall and run his teeth along the edge of his Other's jaw.]
[ He could learn to like this. It's easy kissing himself. Easier than deciding Bruce needed to die and easier than rolling into Gotham with that express purpose. Because for once he didn't feel like he was being held down by something inescapable. Kissing his Counterpart felt good. Great, even. Because they fit together without having to figure out how. It just happened.
And for once, it was nice to feel wanted. Jason tilted his head back so he'd have easier access to his jaw and his neck. His hands slide under Jason's shirt, fingers ghosting over his ribs and scars. He's got them in places this Jason doesn't. But it still felt familiar. And he liked that feeling too. ]
[They weren't two halves of one whole or two sides of the same coin or anything as cheesy as that. They were two completely separate and whole people in and of themselves. They did not need the other to make themselves complete.
That didn't mean it didn't feel strangely familiar and good to fit their bodies together as they were. Because as much as they were whole with no ragged parts ready to be slotted together with some fated partner, they did just...fit. Jason's neck and shoulder felt warm and familiar under his lips as he explored, leaving small little marks in his wake that would fade by morning.
Mostly.]
With as many times as we've been told to go do exactly this, I'll admit to being a little curious. 'Sides-
[He shifted his weight a little, pressing the thickness of his thigh between his Counterpart's legs to give him something to rock up against if he wanted.]
You can't tell me you're not. Don't worry, pookie.
[He grinned, using his new knee placement to lean back enough to be able to pull off his shirt by the back of the neck, tossing it aside before rucking up Jason's.]
[ Jason didn't believe in fate. It was tantamount to letting someone else decide his life for him and he was done with that shit. No one controlled him or decided things for him. It was part of what made his desire so potent, because he chose this. He wanted to know what it'd feel like to have this Other Jason's mouth against his and against his skin.And if he's honest, it felt pretty great.
He laughed, sincere but quiet. Easy enough to catch when you're as close as they are. He didn't do it often, at least not in a way that wasn't mocking or insincere. Funny how getting to know yourself could drag up feelings you thought you'd buried long ago.
That firm thigh wedged between his own gave him just enough leverage to rock his growing erection against and it felt...god. He groaned, a low, quiet oh from the back of his throat. He returned that grin with one of his own when his counterpart's shirt disappeared. He took his hands away finally so his shirt could be taken off too. Keep the playing field even for now. ]
Looking forward to it. Why don't you show me how curious you are.
[ Already thinking about next time has got Jason eager for more. He reached for his Counterpart, arm snaking around his neck to pull him in close so he could kiss him and lick his way into his mouth again. ]
[That laugh was delicious. He'd heard it just enough to know he could lose himself in it if he wasn't careful. Soft and honest but always with just a little bit of surprise. Like the other man couldn't believe he was making such a sound. That he was able to make such a sound.
He remembered what it had been like when he'd first started to laugh again and he could believe that doubt. He'd felt it, after all.
Their shirts landed somewhere, splashes of already fabric as their lips came back together, his Other's erection pressed against his thigh and Jason groaned against the other man's lips as he sank into the kiss. It wasn't slow, but he didn't want to rush it, either. He took his time, enjoying the simple joy of making out with someone he wanted to touch. He didn't know the other man's history, but he knew that it had taken himself a long time to learn that kissing could be nice. That it didn't have to be power games and teeth. He didn't know the other man's history, but if he was the first person to kiss him properly, he wanted to do it right.
One hand cradled the back of Jason's neck, elbow planted into the mattress to hold his weight, but the other slipped down to trace over newly bared skin. He explored with that same sense of unhurried patience, fingers tracing scars and muscle alike. His fingers found the grooves of ribs and he hummed into Jason's mouth as he rolled the calloused pad of his thumb over his Counterpart's nipple.]
[ People were never gentle with him. Alfred could be and Barbara too. But they were Bruce's people. His allies. Their loyalty wouldn't stretch enough to cover him when he rolled back into town with a vendetta the size of city itself. They'd stop him. Tell him he was wrong, when nothing had felt more right at the time. Maybe it was genuine in a quiet kind of way, when Bruce wasn't looking to scold them for it. Or maybe it just served a purpose. Either way, it wasn't his to keep.
Even when he finally escaped Arkham, there hadn't been a kind word or warmth for him out there. Just Deathstroke, shoving a tracker down his throat.
When he came here, he'd been dumb enough to think things could be different. And in a lot of ways they were. Bruce was still an asshole, but for once it felt like he had someone in his corner. Who wanted to do things right by him and that was...that was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Maybe even better than the perfect way their lips met and how his Other cradled him by the neck. Kissing him like he's the only thing in the world that mattered. It wasn't better than this. But it was a close second. He liked the way Jason's hands explored him, and he willed himself not to flinch when a finger brushed over a scar or an old injury that never quite healed right. He did gasp, though, when the pad of his Counterpart's thumb teased at his nipple. He'd never imagined anything like this -- being touched, being desired and it's something warm and good. ]
You trying to drive me crazy? It's working.
[ His own hands worked across Jason's skin, finding where it was smooth and where jagged lengths of scars were. Like he was trying to map them out, memorize them. ]
[There was a lot to map out. On both of them, though the types of hurt varied a little. The Other's fingers roamed over flash burn scars on his shoulders while his own grazed over the jagged leavings of damage he couldn't imagine. Their lives were written there in the lines scrawled across their bodies, but there? In that moment with just the two of them in the quiet of his personal apartment? There was no pain. No hurt. Just the quiet sounds of their kissing and the delicate slide of skin against skin.
Words broke the quiet and Jason answered it with a chuckle, pulling back enough to smirk down at that oh so familiar face.]
Oh, baby. If this is driving you crazy, you'd better buckle the fuck up, cause I'm only just warming you up.
[He shifted, holding his weight on his knees so that he could slide his hands down along the other man's arms. He kept his touch gentle, but he didn't hesitate to gather Jason's wrists up in his hands and gently guide them up over the other man's head, gently pinning them to the mattress.]
We're gunna use the stoplight system for now. Red is immediate and complete stop. Yellow means you need me to slow down or take a break to let you process something. Green, you're good to go and want to continue. Got it?
Get a good grip on the blanket. What's your color? How's that feel?
[ There was something snarky living on the edge of Jay's tongue. Nothing especially vicious. But a barb to needle his Other because he liked teasing him, almost as much as he liked kissing him. But it withered, dying a quiet, unceremonious death as Jason gathered up his wrists and put them over his head. He thought maybe there would be a swell of panic in his chest. Or maybe his heart would beat too fast and burst out of his chest. But he took a moment to let himself feel his feelings and he felt.
He felt okay. Because he still could move in Jason's grip. He could twist his wrists and knew about a dozen ways to escape if he needed it. He didn't need it. He curled his fingers into the blanket while he internalized Jason's instructions. It worked for him and nodded. ]
Green. I'm good. Show me what else you got, tough guy.
[It took more effort than he cared to admit, but Jason waited for that 'green'. He didn't pull away, didn't leave the man stretched out on the bed to feel like he was being left, but he'd felt the need to use the stoplight system for a reason and he wasn't going to instantly negate the whole damned conversation because he was impatient.
He didn't know his Other's history...but he remembered the drastic and complete change between sex on other people's terms to sex on his own. Everyone deserved to decide what did or didn't happen to their own body, after all. Consent was important in every aspect, not just sex.
As soon as he had that 'green', he groaned and let his head drop so that he could resume that lazy making out, this time letting himself kiss his Other a little harder and a little deeper. He took his time to properly taste and explore, then eased back just enough to graze lips and teeth against the other man's throat as he worked his way down to flick his tongue out over the Other's nipple.]
[ It’s been a long time since he felt close enough to someone to let them see him like this. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t met anyone he found attractive. There’d been plenty. But so much of his life had been of kilter for so long – as Bruce’s partner and Joker’s prisoner. Then the embodiment of Batman’s destruction. He was the Arkham Knight and there just hadn’t been any room to be anything else to anyone.
He hadn’t wanted to make room either. Until now, because there was something safe being here with his doppelganger. And everything wrong in his life felt like it was too far away to matter. He’d never say it, but he wanted to wrap himself around this moment, keep it close so it wouldn’t have to end and he could feel normal for once.
He met that kiss eagerly, lips parted and tongue working against his Other’s while he savored the taste of the other man’s mouth against his own. When Jason shifted and moved his mouth against his throat, he tilted his head back to give as much access as possible. His fingers flexed when he felt the warmth of Jason’s mouth around his nipple. ]
Shit.
[ He hissed, voice low. He hadn’t expected it to feel so nice and that feeling went straight to his cock. ]
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AJ helps CJ wrap his arm up for a shower and a few realizations were made
The flirting gets bumped up a few notches
Boiling point
More flirting, more sass
An Inferno
[It shouldn't have been surprising how well their lips fit together. They were very different people, but...they weren't. Not really. They came together not like a spark but with an inferno, two people clawing for connection. Even if it was just from themselves.
Though, wasn't there something poetic in the two of them ending up like this? So maybe it wasn't 'even' but 'especially'.
Jason slipped an arm around his neck and he welcomed that inquisitive tongue with a rumble of encouragement. His hands went to his Other's waist, one holding a trim waist while the other slipped up under his shirt so he could splay his hand out against the bare skin at the small of the other man's muscular back.]
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It's funny that letting gravity do its work could feel like he is.
He lifts his hands to cup his Other's cheeks, sinking deeper into the kiss. It makes him feel wanted and if that doesn't fill him with warmth and desire, nothing ever would. He shifts his weight when he feels Jason's hands slipping under his shirt, shifting back so they can fall back together. ]
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Kissing himself was no different. Especially when the Other shifted back, sending them both back onto the bed that they'd put together for him after the broken hand incident. He didn't stop kissing him as they fell, but the hand under Jason's shirt went out to catch his weight so he didn't end up crushing the slightly smaller man. The hand on the back of his neck shifted to between his shoulder blades, keeping him pressed close so that he could control their fall and run his teeth along the edge of his Other's jaw.]
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And for once, it was nice to feel wanted. Jason tilted his head back so he'd have easier access to his jaw and his neck. His hands slide under Jason's shirt, fingers ghosting over his ribs and scars. He's got them in places this Jason doesn't. But it still felt familiar. And he liked that feeling too. ]
Heh, couldn't wait to fuck yourself, could you?
[ look he couldn't resist. ]
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That didn't mean it didn't feel strangely familiar and good to fit their bodies together as they were. Because as much as they were whole with no ragged parts ready to be slotted together with some fated partner, they did just...fit. Jason's neck and shoulder felt warm and familiar under his lips as he explored, leaving small little marks in his wake that would fade by morning.
Mostly.]
With as many times as we've been told to go do exactly this, I'll admit to being a little curious. 'Sides-
[He shifted his weight a little, pressing the thickness of his thigh between his Counterpart's legs to give him something to rock up against if he wanted.]
You can't tell me you're not. Don't worry, pookie.
[He grinned, using his new knee placement to lean back enough to be able to pull off his shirt by the back of the neck, tossing it aside before rucking up Jason's.]
Next time, you can fuck me.
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He laughed, sincere but quiet. Easy enough to catch when you're as close as they are. He didn't do it often, at least not in a way that wasn't mocking or insincere. Funny how getting to know yourself could drag up feelings you thought you'd buried long ago.
That firm thigh wedged between his own gave him just enough leverage to rock his growing erection against and it felt...god. He groaned, a low, quiet oh from the back of his throat. He returned that grin with one of his own when his counterpart's shirt disappeared. He took his hands away finally so his shirt could be taken off too. Keep the playing field even for now. ]
Looking forward to it. Why don't you show me how curious you are.
[ Already thinking about next time has got Jason eager for more. He reached for his Counterpart, arm snaking around his neck to pull him in close so he could kiss him and lick his way into his mouth again. ]
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He remembered what it had been like when he'd first started to laugh again and he could believe that doubt. He'd felt it, after all.
Their shirts landed somewhere, splashes of already fabric as their lips came back together, his Other's erection pressed against his thigh and Jason groaned against the other man's lips as he sank into the kiss. It wasn't slow, but he didn't want to rush it, either. He took his time, enjoying the simple joy of making out with someone he wanted to touch. He didn't know the other man's history, but he knew that it had taken himself a long time to learn that kissing could be nice. That it didn't have to be power games and teeth. He didn't know the other man's history, but if he was the first person to kiss him properly, he wanted to do it right.
One hand cradled the back of Jason's neck, elbow planted into the mattress to hold his weight, but the other slipped down to trace over newly bared skin. He explored with that same sense of unhurried patience, fingers tracing scars and muscle alike. His fingers found the grooves of ribs and he hummed into Jason's mouth as he rolled the calloused pad of his thumb over his Counterpart's nipple.]
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Even when he finally escaped Arkham, there hadn't been a kind word or warmth for him out there. Just Deathstroke, shoving a tracker down his throat.
When he came here, he'd been dumb enough to think things could be different. And in a lot of ways they were. Bruce was still an asshole, but for once it felt like he had someone in his corner. Who wanted to do things right by him and that was...that was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Maybe even better than the perfect way their lips met and how his Other cradled him by the neck. Kissing him like he's the only thing in the world that mattered. It wasn't better than this. But it was a close second. He liked the way Jason's hands explored him, and he willed himself not to flinch when a finger brushed over a scar or an old injury that never quite healed right. He did gasp, though, when the pad of his Counterpart's thumb teased at his nipple. He'd never imagined anything like this -- being touched, being desired and it's something warm and good. ]
You trying to drive me crazy? It's working.
[ His own hands worked across Jason's skin, finding where it was smooth and where jagged lengths of scars were. Like he was trying to map them out, memorize them. ]
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Words broke the quiet and Jason answered it with a chuckle, pulling back enough to smirk down at that oh so familiar face.]
Oh, baby. If this is driving you crazy, you'd better buckle the fuck up, cause I'm only just warming you up.
[He shifted, holding his weight on his knees so that he could slide his hands down along the other man's arms. He kept his touch gentle, but he didn't hesitate to gather Jason's wrists up in his hands and gently guide them up over the other man's head, gently pinning them to the mattress.]
We're gunna use the stoplight system for now. Red is immediate and complete stop. Yellow means you need me to slow down or take a break to let you process something. Green, you're good to go and want to continue. Got it?
Get a good grip on the blanket. What's your color? How's that feel?
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He felt okay. Because he still could move in Jason's grip. He could twist his wrists and knew about a dozen ways to escape if he needed it. He didn't need it. He curled his fingers into the blanket while he internalized Jason's instructions. It worked for him and nodded. ]
Green. I'm good. Show me what else you got, tough guy.
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He didn't know his Other's history...but he remembered the drastic and complete change between sex on other people's terms to sex on his own. Everyone deserved to decide what did or didn't happen to their own body, after all. Consent was important in every aspect, not just sex.
As soon as he had that 'green', he groaned and let his head drop so that he could resume that lazy making out, this time letting himself kiss his Other a little harder and a little deeper. He took his time to properly taste and explore, then eased back just enough to graze lips and teeth against the other man's throat as he worked his way down to flick his tongue out over the Other's nipple.]
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He hadn’t wanted to make room either. Until now, because there was something safe being here with his doppelganger. And everything wrong in his life felt like it was too far away to matter. He’d never say it, but he wanted to wrap himself around this moment, keep it close so it wouldn’t have to end and he could feel normal for once.
He met that kiss eagerly, lips parted and tongue working against his Other’s while he savored the taste of the other man’s mouth against his own. When Jason shifted and moved his mouth against his throat, he tilted his head back to give as much access as possible. His fingers flexed when he felt the warmth of Jason’s mouth around his nipple. ]
Shit.
[ He hissed, voice low. He hadn’t expected it to feel so nice and that feeling went straight to his cock. ]