SLOTHCHILD PRESENTS: The Birth of Bravebow Bistro - Part One
Sex is in the next one. Bite me.
Warning: Swearing, Jason and Roy being horny and flirty.
Jason smells like honey, even if he’s mostly full of shit.
The baker pauses from kneading the honey dough he’s been working on for the past few minutes. He pushes back a stubborn curly lock of hair with the knuckle just under his right thumb, avoiding the flour caking his fingers.
Roy thinks about licking them clean.
Jason places his right hand back on to the dough and glances up across his workspace through long lashes, “Really?”
“Yes.” Roy mumbles with his arms crossed.
“You’re seriously opening a pizza shop?” He scoffs, bringing his eyes back down to the sticky consistency between his fingers. The dough needed more flour.
He hears Roy spread his arms, gesturing around the kitchen, “You opened a bakery.”
Jason laughs patronizingly as he swipes some flour from the tiny, glass cup sitting next to the wooden chopping board he’s working on and sprinkles it on to the dough.
“Yeah, but mine’s a bakery. With fucking bread.” He says simply while kneading, expecting it to explain everything.
Roy scowls at him, unconvinced.
“Yeah, well pizza has bread. I’ll actually be good business for you.”
Jason frowns thoughtfully, “Hmm, true. And it is so much better to get customers who are willing instead of holding them at gun point half the time.”
Behind him, one of the auxiliary oven timers ding cheerfully. There’s a soft whirring that follows, indicating that the oven’s been turned off.
“I’m waiting for you to say that you’re joking, you know.” Roy whispers lowly as he stares at Jason’s massive hands in action.
“Yes. I’m joking. For fuck’s sake, Harper. It’s a bakery.” He repeats reverently.
Sometimes Jason pisses him off so bad he wants to punch his pretty mouth. But then it could affect the quality of his blowjobs. And that’d piss Roy off even more.
“Bastards from far and wide come for my buns.” He’s practically leering, but Roy knows better than to take the bait. He’s just not in the mood today. Fine, he is. But there’s been paperwork for the licence and property taxes, pre-ordering of ingredients in bulk, checks for the utilities and he’s been mentioning this to Jason for weeks but the asshole’s apparently never paid any attention.
Too fucking busy making his shitastically precious bread and baked goods. And, okay, maybe fucking Roy too but the man spent more time with his ass and little Mr. Harper than he did with him.
Of course, he could have told him about it when Jason wasn’t riding him like a fucking motorcycle. But...then they’d have to talk. And neither of them was ever really good at that.
“They are pretty sweet, honestly.” He admits quietly, shaking himself from his thoughts. Though, he’s not entirely sure if he’s talking about the cinnamon buns or something else.
“You better believe it, baby.” Jason chirps back instantly.
“I’ll push you into the oven.”
He clucks his tongue chidingly, “That’s some kinky shit, Red.”
“Oh, for the love of—” Roy leans on to the counter and takes Jason’s chin in his hand, angling his face to look him dead in the eye. “If I have sex with you right now will you actually listen to me after?”
The redhead’s thumb is inches away from Jason’s lower lip. The former Robin flicks his tongue out to taste light salt and calloused skin.
“Hmmmm,” He’s sucking the thumb into his mouth and Roy is letting him.
“It’ll depend on whether or not you can fuck me senseless.” Jason mumbles against his slick digit. He’s flicking his tongue against the ridge of his thumb.
Damn it, he’s getting hard.
Roy can feel him still kneading the honey dough between them, purposefully rocking back and forth with every move. The younger man’s eyes are still trained on him, gleaming blue flames beneath thick, dark lashes.
Roy wants to make them pop wide open, dart in different directions, shut themselves tight. Wants to make them go wild from their owner being teased to death and sucked dry and fucked in hal--
His free hand finds its way to the dough and Jason’s long, warm fingers and start kneading along.
“And if I don’t?” He rasps out, his right thumb’s still in the bastard’s mouth and he’s sliding the rest of his fingers to the side of the man’s face.
Jason stops kneading and slides his hands away from the dough and on to the rest of the table. He’s still biting Roy’s thumb, nudging him slightly back and away from the surface. And then he’s fucking crawling on to the counter, toppling a small vial of vanilla bean extract and the cups of flour and honey. The dough’s ruined underneath dark jeans and then slick and sweet smelling hands are slipping under Roy’s shirt.
Jason pushes the thumb out of his mouth with his tongue, tilts his head and leans forward to press his spit-slick lips next to Roy’s own, “Back to the kitchen, and start all over again.”
Roy shudders against the sticky fingers rubbing his nipples and his chest.
“If you’re going to run a business, Harper, you’re going to have to learn something.”
Jason’s licking his jaw and moving down to bite his neck before he manages a breathless, “What’s that?”
“Customer satisfaction should be guaranteed.”
Roy takes a deep, shuddering breath.
