Each of Jason's thrusts are a question: Am I good enough for you? Tell me you want me. Tim's moans are pleading: Don't leave me. I can't be lonely any longer.
They hadn’t even bothered taking off all their clothes thistime. Jason had given him a leer and a biting comment from the window ledge,and then it’d been a blur of hands tugging and lips searching for answers tounasked questions.
“Timmy,” he’d said,leaning in close like he had a secret. “You’re nothing special.”
Tim could spot the lie while the words were still clawingtheir way out of Jason’s mouth. He’d seen the signs, earlier in the day, whenJason had sauntered into the manor like he’d never been gone.
He’d walked in on Dick leaning over Tim while he sat at thecomputer, the older man’s hand resting on his shoulder as he pointed atsomething on the screen. Tim had smiled when he noticed Jason, but it quicklyturned to an ache in the pit of his stomach when he’d seen the tense set of Jason’sshoulders and the way his fingers were itching at his sides like he we waslooking for a weapon.
Tim shrugged off Dick’s hand with a frown, and he hated howit made him feel like he got caught doing something wrong. Dick gave hima searching look, and then Jason distracted him, because he got so cruel whenhe was hurt.
Tim left them to it and went upstairs, because he didn’tknow two people who could rip each other apart with words better. Dick was aknife—quick and sharp, but Jason was a scalpel, capable of cutting with deadlyprecision.
When Jason got his blood surging at just the right levelbetween pleasure and pain, he came looking for Tim in his room—just like Timknew he would. But by that time, quiet fury had begun to twist up between the spacesin his bones, and he didn’t so much as look at Jason—taunts and all.
Then Jason had taken it just a little too far, and itwas like a bloody wave had breached the surface between them, tilting theroom’s axis and pulling them together with the strength of its wake.
It wasn’t nice—Jason and Tim did little in their twisted,strange lives that could be described by such a simple word.
But Tim was powerless to stop the onslaught of Jason’s roughkisses and the way his large hands rubbed every inch of his body like he wassearching for battle wounds.
They both knew he didn’t need a weapon to make Timbleed.
Still, he moaned into Jason’s mouth when he pressed him intothe mattress and pushed his shirt up so that he could bite at Tim’s nipples andleave teeth marks around his collarbones.
It was dirty, but Tim got hard when Jason marked him andwhen he used him like his fucking toy, like he was made for Jason’s pleasure. Even more so when he heard the sound ofJason’s belt and the sound of a zipper between them.
“You want this?” he asked, pushing Tim’s hand to palm histhrobbing cock.
“Jason,” Tim gasped, pressing up against him. “Yes.”
“You feel how hard you make me?” Jason hissed against histhroat, sucking in the sensitive flesh there and leaving a bruise.
Tim couldn’t answer, because Jason had just hooked his thumbinto the warm heat of his mouth, pressing down against his tongue.
“You want to make a mess in your pants for me?” Jason asked,taking out his thumb and brushing his wet fingers against Tim’s lips.
“Jason,” Tim said breathlessly, a helpless mewl ripping fromhis mouth.
Something in Jason’s face changed, a cloud clearing from hisblue eyes, and he cupped Tim’s face in his hands. They stayed staring at eachother, Tim rubbing his thumb against the pulse racing in Jason’s wrist whilethey held each other and breathed the same air.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered and pushed away, giving Timroom to move. “Get yourself wet and ready for me.”
Tim’s hand only shook a little as he reached into the drawerby his bed and pulled out a bottle of lube. He prepped himself as Jason hovered over him, and he knew that whatever they had started wasn’t over,but they didn’t seem to be having the same conversation anymore.
“I know how you want it, babybird,”Jason said with a filthy grin. It didn’t quite meet his eyes, but there wassomething very close to adoration floating in his icy blue of his gaze.
When Jason entered him, he had one hand perched behind Tim’s knee and the other hand was twined with his, their fingers tight and twisting intothe sheets.
Each of Jason’s thrusts was a question: Am I good enough for you? Tellme you want me.
“I want you, Jason,” Tim moaned into the other man’s neck, hisvoice stuttering in and out. “I want you so much, I can’t think straight unless your touching me.”
Jason squeezed Tim’s hand and hit that spot inside him thatmade his vision blur and his teeth catch on his bottom lip, tugging hardenough to draw blood.
Tim hoped Jason couldn’t hear his pleas in the echoes of his pleasure.Don’t leave me. I can’t be lonely anylonger.
“I’m not so easy to get rid of,” Jason grunted into his neck.“So don’t get any fucking ideas, babybird.”
Tim smiled into Jason’s shoulder. It wasn’t an apology, but it was a start. He threw his head back and let the pleasure consume him, burning bright and fast under the fire of Jason’s touch.
