Fic: Resisting Arrest
Title: Resisting Arrest
Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blowjobs. Violence. Talk about sex and BDSM-y things.
Word Count: 2, 700
Author's Notes: Apparently I just write Dick/Jason now? IDEK.
Jason didn't have to pull over, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of *who* was in the squad car behind him, Jason veered off into an empty side street and turned off his bike. The squad car follows, headlights too bright and then switched off all of a sudden, leaving Jason blinking behind his helmet and before Jason can recover, something bumps against his helmet and there's a presence next to him.
"Is that thing bullet proof?" The officer asks, voice flat.
Jason smirks, "I thought daddy didn't let you play with guns?"
"I'm a police officer, it's standard procedure to carry a weapon."
"Oooh, does that mean you'll use it?"
"You know I don't kill." There's a sigh, and the officer steps back, "Remove your helmet, and don't make any sudden movements or I put a bullet in your leg."
"Promises, promises." But Jason does as he's told, taking the helmet off slowly, grinning brightly in response to Dick's scowling face. It makes Dick wince, which is a way better reaction than anything else Jason was hoping for.
"Now step away from the bike.”
Jason bites his lower lip, dragging it between his teeth as he thinks that over, watching the way Dick shifts nervously.
“Jason. Get off the bike.” Dick’s voice is all tight. It’s his Nightwing voice.
“This keeps getting better and better; first the gun, now you’re getting all bossy.”
“I swear to god...”
“Alright, alright, I’m going.” Jason kicks out the stand of his bike and steps off, keeping his eyes on Dick the whole time.
As soon as he has both feet on the ground he lunges forward, bringing up the helmet in his hands to connect with Dick’s head. Dick manages to sidestep, and Jason hears the gun go off but no bullets connect, so he figures he’s good for now. He drops the helmet when Dick’s foot smashes into his knee, sending him stumbling back.
“Heh, and here was I thinking about wouldn’t wanna play,” Jason grins at Dick, bringing up his arm to block the right hook that Dick swings his way.
Jason manages to get a grip on Dick’s wrist and pulls, sending them both sprawling into Jason’s bike. It’s kind of painful but Jason ignores it in favour of wrapping his hand around Dick’s throat. He gets an elbow in the teeth as a reward and lets go to try to push Dick off him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be chatty? I thought that was your thing?” Jason asks as he hooks his left leg around Dick’s, then shoves up with his right shoulder, flipping them off the bike and onto the ground.
“I’m not in the mood for this, Jason.” Dick’s snarling, it’s kind of cute except for how he just headbutted Jason.
“You fucker,” He spits out blood, laughing when it splatters across Dick’s cheek, “That’s a good look for you, Dickie-bird.”
Dick wipes at his cheek, then aims a punch at Jason’s jaw, “You’re insane.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jason springs back, making an effort to look perfectly casual as Dick gets to his feet, “Why don’t you tell me something I haven’t heard before. You could always tell me I look pretty? Does this jacket bring out my eyes?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Lotta things. I’ll write you a list if you want.”
Jason lunges forward, planting his left foot on the ground and aiming a high kick at Dick’s shoulder.
It all sort of goes wrong from there.
Dick catches him around the ankle, using Jason’s momentum to spin him ‘round and shove him face first onto the hood of the car. Dick’s weight is firm against Jason’s back, his arms pinned between them. He struggles a little, just for the fun of it, because Dick makes this little choked sound as Jason writhes underneath him.
“Looks like you got me,” Jason turns his head enough to grin at Dick, all teeth and bloodied lips, “What’s the plan now, Officer?”
“I’m taking you to the station,” Dick answers.
Jason pouts at him, “Are you sure we can’t work something out...?”
“No. Now shut up.” Dick shoves Jason a little harder against the car then gets out his handcuffs, closing them around Jason’s wrists.
“Really? ‘Cause this is Bludhaven after all.” He flexes his hands, testing the cuffs, “It’s just like Gotham. There’s always a way to sweet talk a cop into letting you go.”
“I’m not just a cop.” Dick says it like it’s supposed to be new information.
Jason laughs until it starts getting hard to breathe, “Oh-- oh god, that’s hilarious, Dick. As if you fucking ‘vigilantes’ are any better. As if Bruce never-- Fuck!”
He gets cut off by Dick grabbing a fistful of his hair and slamming his head against the car. It makes Jason’s vision swim.
“Don’t you dare talk about him like that.”
“Oh come on, Dick. Learn to relax, I’m just messing with you.” He’s feeling a little childish, so he goes so far as to stick his tongue out at Dick.
“.... Jason. What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously.” Dick looks confused, Jason decides that’s definitely cute.
“Told you, lotta things. For starters, my big brother has me pinned against a police car-- Wait, that’s not actually so bad. The bad part is that you’ve got me pinned here and you’re not even doing anything fun.” At the last word, Jason grinds back against Dick, smirking at the way Dick gasps and how his hips jerk forward in response.
“That’s not-- You can’t--” Apparently Jason shorted out Dick’s brain.
“I can’t what? Do this?” He hooks his ankle around the back of Dick’s and drags his leg out, making Dick stumble forward and catch himself by grabbing onto he back Jason’s jacket.
Dick shoves himself off, standing a couple of feet back and clenching his fists by his sides. Jason straightens himself up, then turns around and leans back against the hood of the car, hands still pinned behind him.
“What’s wrong, would you rather it be the other way around?” Jason smirks when Dick splutters, “I mean, it’ll be a little difficult with my hands cuffed, but I’m sure I could work something out.”
“Shut up.” it’s not the Nightwing voice anymore, or Officer Grayson. Dick just sounds kind of scared.
“Why don’t you make me?” Jason licks his lips experimentally, noting the way Dick’s eyes follow the movement. “You could put my mouth to better use...”
“For god’s sake. Do you think this is funny?” Dick practically shouts it at him.
Jason grins, “I’ve gotta get my kicks somehow, and since you stopped hitting me, this is the next best thing.”
He watches Dick’s fists clench and unclench, watches him take a half step back.
“The crazy isn’t contagious, I promise.”
“I’m not...” Dick pinches the bridge of his nose, “Why are you doing this?”
He doesn’t sound so angry now, he almost sounds sincere, but Jason’s not stupid enough to buy it. He just shrugs.
“Jason, please. Just tell me why you’re doing this.”
“I have a better idea. Lets make a deal.”
Dick looks apprehensive, “What?”
“If you shut the fuck up, I’ll blow you.”
Dick’s eyes go wide and he doesn’t respond.
“I’ll make it good, I promise. I won’t even bite, unless you want me too.”
“Jason....”
He watches Dick’s adam apple bob as he swallows, and Jason takes a few steps forward until he’s in Dick’s personal space. He’s not sure when he got taller than Dick but the height advantage makes things more interesting, especially the way Dick’s throat stretches when he looks up at Jason.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Jason slides a leg between Dick’s, smirking when Dick’s breath catches in his throat.
“Jason, please...” Dick’s frowning, expression pained and it almost makes Jason back off, but he wants this, even if he’s not entirely sure why.
“I can be gentle, if that’s what you want. You could even take me back to your place and let you do whatever you want to me.” Dick makes a little distressed noise as his hips buck forward in response to Jason.
“I wouldn’t...”
“Wouldn’t what, Dick? Wouldn’t hurt me? Because I’ve got evidence to the contrary,” he licks his lips again, “And hey, who says I wouldn’t like it? I’ll even leave the handcuffs on so you can hold me down easier.”
Jason watches Dick bite down on his bottom lip, amused at the way Dick’s chest is heaving like he’s run a fucking marathon.
“You can leave all the bruises you want, and I won’t kick up a fuss if you make me bleed.” Jason pauses, then adds, “Well, make me bleed anymore than you already have.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No?” Jason looks down at Dick, scrutinizing his expression, but he looks sincere.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Jason. I wish I didn’t have to, wish I never had to hurt you. You’re the one that keeps lashing out.” He’s looking up at Jason with a sad expression on his face and it makes Jason’s heart feel too tight.
“Fuck off.” His voice feels strained and he’s tempted to start fighting again, just to stop this.
“Little brother...” Dick brings a hand up to press against Jason’s cheek. Jason flinches away. “I want to help you.”
He steps closer, wrapping his arms around Jason waist. Jason goes still, preparing himself to throw Dick off, but then he feels hands on his wrist and the handcuffs unlock and drop to the ground.
Jason doesn’t waste any time. As soon as he’s free, he grabs Dick by the shoulders and spins him around until he’s shoved down against the car; Jason holds him down with his hands on Dick’s shoulders and his body pinning Dick down.
Dick doesn’t even struggle, “Please, Jason. Why do we have to fight?”
“‘Cause I don’t know what else to do.” Jason mutters before kissing Dick.
It’s a hard kiss, because Jason was telling the truth about not knowing what else to do, so the kiss is as much of a fight as the rest of the night has been and Dick responds in kind, biting at Jason’s lips and sucking his tongue into his mouth. Jason pushes his hips down against Dick’s, swallowing the moan he gets in response.
He slides his hand into Dick’s hair, gripping hard and forcing Dick’s head back so Jason can bite and suck at his throat, leaving angry red marks on his skin and making Dick gasp and writhe underneath him.
“Maybe I should’ve offered to hurt you,” Jason mutters against Dick’s skin.
“Oh god...” Dick arches up, “Do you ever shut up?”
Jason tightens his grip on Dick’s hair, getting a moan in response. He presses a soft kiss just under Dick’s ear and whispers, “I can flip you around, pin you down against the hood and fuck you so hard you bruise your hips against the bumper.”
“Jason...” Dick wraps a leg around Jason’s waist, using the leverage to grind against him.
“I think I can take that as a ‘yes’.” Jason smirks, then pouts, “Any chance you got lube in that car?”
Dick groans, “No. Fuck. I didn’t exactly think my night was gonna go like this.”
“Looks like you’ll have to wait for another night to get fucked.” He bites Dick’s throat again, stroking his hands firmly down Dick’s stomach to start unfastening his pants.
“Wh-what are you doing, then?” Dick writhes a little, pushing up against Jason’s hands once his pants are undone.
“You gonna shut up?”
It takes Dick a second to figure it out, then his eyes go wide and he nods, miming a zip over his lips.
“Good boy,” Jason tugs Dick’s pants down then steps back enough so that he can drop to his knees.
Dick pushes himself up on his hands, apparently so he can watch as Jason pulls his cock free of his underwear and wrap his lips around the head. Dick shudders as Jason’s hand curls around the base of his cock and he moves his mouth down the shaft.
“Oh god, Jason.”
Jason hums in reply and starts to suck, working his mouth along Dicks cock, making Dick tremble and moan. One of Dick’s hands come to rest in Jason’s hair, the grip gentle, which is a little surprising, but not a bad thing.
He’s really enjoying the sounds Dick is making, breathless moans and little whimpery sounds whenever Jason squeezes his hand around Dick. Jason looks up at Dick through his lashes, admiring the way Dick looks with his cheeks flushed and biting his lip. He pulls back.
“I wanna hear you, Dickie-bird.” Jason strokes his hand along the shaft as he talks, watching the way Dick’s hips push into his hand.
Dick’s mouth opens into a little ‘o’, allowing a moan to escape.
“That’s it. Lemme hear what sounds I can get you to make...” Jason rubs his thumb over the head, then presses firmly against the slit.
“A-ah!” Dick cries out, bucking his hips hard into Jason’s hand, “Fuck, Jason, please.”
Jason replaces his thumb with his tongue, but when Dick’s hip push forward this time, Jason pulls back and lets go so he can grab Dick’s hip and slam him back against the bumper.
“Don’t.”
Dick whimpers, “S-sorry. I’m sorry, Jay. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.”
“You better not. Or I’ll handcuff you to your goddamn squad car and leave you here.”
“It won’t. I swear I won’t. Please don’t go.” There’s a desperate note to Dick’s voice that goes beyond ‘horny’ but Jason doesn’t really want to think about it.
“Whatever, big brother,” Jason keeps one hand on Dick’s hips, holding him against the car, and he wraps the other back around Dick’s cock, stroking firmly and moving forward to drag his tongue around the head in slow, teasing swipes.
After about a minute, Dick is panting for breath and making little desperate sounds in the back of his throat. Jason decides to be nice to him, so he closes his mouth around the head and sucks, hard, causing Dick to moan loudly and shudder.
“Oh, f-fuck... Jay... I can’t-- m’gonna...” Dick tugs on Jason’s hair gently, trying to pull him up.
Jason ignores him. Instead, he keeps sucking, working his mouth in short little movements that meet his fist as he keeps stroking, and have Dick whimpering and trembling with the effort of holding himself still until Jason feels Dick tense.
“Jay....” Dick’s moan is loud and drawn out as he comes, spilling into Jason’s mouth.
Jason swallows around him; keeps sucking until Dick whines and tugs harder on his hair.
“S-stop. S’too much...” Dick begs, and Jason complies, pulling of Dick’s cock and sitting back on his heels.
“Sorry, baby, I thought you’d be able to handle it.” Jason winks.
“You’re a bastard...” Dick’s hands are on Jason’s shoulders now, fisted in his jacket and forcibly tugging him up.
Dick tries for a kiss, but Jason avoids it, turning his head to the side as he pulls up Dick’s underwear and pants. He can feel Dick’s pout against his neck.
“Time for me to go, Officer,” Jason says while he fastens Dick’s pants.
“No, wait. I want...” a hand slides down Jason’s chest, aiming for his belt, but Jason steps back.
“If you wanna play more, you’ll have to catch me again,” Jason answers.
“Can’t we do this like normal people?” Dick looks sad again, Jason still hates it.
“Don’t lie to yourself, big bro, nothing we do with is normal.”
Jason turns and runs, pulling himself up a fire escape and disappearing over the edge of the roof.
“Jason! Come back!”
He ignores the voice calling after him.
Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blowjobs. Violence. Talk about sex and BDSM-y things.
Word Count: 2, 700
Author's Notes: Apparently I just write Dick/Jason now? IDEK.
Jason didn't have to pull over, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of *who* was in the squad car behind him, Jason veered off into an empty side street and turned off his bike. The squad car follows, headlights too bright and then switched off all of a sudden, leaving Jason blinking behind his helmet and before Jason can recover, something bumps against his helmet and there's a presence next to him.
"Is that thing bullet proof?" The officer asks, voice flat.
Jason smirks, "I thought daddy didn't let you play with guns?"
"I'm a police officer, it's standard procedure to carry a weapon."
"Oooh, does that mean you'll use it?"
"You know I don't kill." There's a sigh, and the officer steps back, "Remove your helmet, and don't make any sudden movements or I put a bullet in your leg."
"Promises, promises." But Jason does as he's told, taking the helmet off slowly, grinning brightly in response to Dick's scowling face. It makes Dick wince, which is a way better reaction than anything else Jason was hoping for.
"Now step away from the bike.”
Jason bites his lower lip, dragging it between his teeth as he thinks that over, watching the way Dick shifts nervously.
“Jason. Get off the bike.” Dick’s voice is all tight. It’s his Nightwing voice.
“This keeps getting better and better; first the gun, now you’re getting all bossy.”
“I swear to god...”
“Alright, alright, I’m going.” Jason kicks out the stand of his bike and steps off, keeping his eyes on Dick the whole time.
As soon as he has both feet on the ground he lunges forward, bringing up the helmet in his hands to connect with Dick’s head. Dick manages to sidestep, and Jason hears the gun go off but no bullets connect, so he figures he’s good for now. He drops the helmet when Dick’s foot smashes into his knee, sending him stumbling back.
“Heh, and here was I thinking about wouldn’t wanna play,” Jason grins at Dick, bringing up his arm to block the right hook that Dick swings his way.
Jason manages to get a grip on Dick’s wrist and pulls, sending them both sprawling into Jason’s bike. It’s kind of painful but Jason ignores it in favour of wrapping his hand around Dick’s throat. He gets an elbow in the teeth as a reward and lets go to try to push Dick off him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be chatty? I thought that was your thing?” Jason asks as he hooks his left leg around Dick’s, then shoves up with his right shoulder, flipping them off the bike and onto the ground.
“I’m not in the mood for this, Jason.” Dick’s snarling, it’s kind of cute except for how he just headbutted Jason.
“You fucker,” He spits out blood, laughing when it splatters across Dick’s cheek, “That’s a good look for you, Dickie-bird.”
Dick wipes at his cheek, then aims a punch at Jason’s jaw, “You’re insane.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jason springs back, making an effort to look perfectly casual as Dick gets to his feet, “Why don’t you tell me something I haven’t heard before. You could always tell me I look pretty? Does this jacket bring out my eyes?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Lotta things. I’ll write you a list if you want.”
Jason lunges forward, planting his left foot on the ground and aiming a high kick at Dick’s shoulder.
It all sort of goes wrong from there.
Dick catches him around the ankle, using Jason’s momentum to spin him ‘round and shove him face first onto the hood of the car. Dick’s weight is firm against Jason’s back, his arms pinned between them. He struggles a little, just for the fun of it, because Dick makes this little choked sound as Jason writhes underneath him.
“Looks like you got me,” Jason turns his head enough to grin at Dick, all teeth and bloodied lips, “What’s the plan now, Officer?”
“I’m taking you to the station,” Dick answers.
Jason pouts at him, “Are you sure we can’t work something out...?”
“No. Now shut up.” Dick shoves Jason a little harder against the car then gets out his handcuffs, closing them around Jason’s wrists.
“Really? ‘Cause this is Bludhaven after all.” He flexes his hands, testing the cuffs, “It’s just like Gotham. There’s always a way to sweet talk a cop into letting you go.”
“I’m not just a cop.” Dick says it like it’s supposed to be new information.
Jason laughs until it starts getting hard to breathe, “Oh-- oh god, that’s hilarious, Dick. As if you fucking ‘vigilantes’ are any better. As if Bruce never-- Fuck!”
He gets cut off by Dick grabbing a fistful of his hair and slamming his head against the car. It makes Jason’s vision swim.
“Don’t you dare talk about him like that.”
“Oh come on, Dick. Learn to relax, I’m just messing with you.” He’s feeling a little childish, so he goes so far as to stick his tongue out at Dick.
“.... Jason. What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously.” Dick looks confused, Jason decides that’s definitely cute.
“Told you, lotta things. For starters, my big brother has me pinned against a police car-- Wait, that’s not actually so bad. The bad part is that you’ve got me pinned here and you’re not even doing anything fun.” At the last word, Jason grinds back against Dick, smirking at the way Dick gasps and how his hips jerk forward in response.
“That’s not-- You can’t--” Apparently Jason shorted out Dick’s brain.
“I can’t what? Do this?” He hooks his ankle around the back of Dick’s and drags his leg out, making Dick stumble forward and catch himself by grabbing onto he back Jason’s jacket.
Dick shoves himself off, standing a couple of feet back and clenching his fists by his sides. Jason straightens himself up, then turns around and leans back against the hood of the car, hands still pinned behind him.
“What’s wrong, would you rather it be the other way around?” Jason smirks when Dick splutters, “I mean, it’ll be a little difficult with my hands cuffed, but I’m sure I could work something out.”
“Shut up.” it’s not the Nightwing voice anymore, or Officer Grayson. Dick just sounds kind of scared.
“Why don’t you make me?” Jason licks his lips experimentally, noting the way Dick’s eyes follow the movement. “You could put my mouth to better use...”
“For god’s sake. Do you think this is funny?” Dick practically shouts it at him.
Jason grins, “I’ve gotta get my kicks somehow, and since you stopped hitting me, this is the next best thing.”
He watches Dick’s fists clench and unclench, watches him take a half step back.
“The crazy isn’t contagious, I promise.”
“I’m not...” Dick pinches the bridge of his nose, “Why are you doing this?”
He doesn’t sound so angry now, he almost sounds sincere, but Jason’s not stupid enough to buy it. He just shrugs.
“Jason, please. Just tell me why you’re doing this.”
“I have a better idea. Lets make a deal.”
Dick looks apprehensive, “What?”
“If you shut the fuck up, I’ll blow you.”
Dick’s eyes go wide and he doesn’t respond.
“I’ll make it good, I promise. I won’t even bite, unless you want me too.”
“Jason....”
He watches Dick’s adam apple bob as he swallows, and Jason takes a few steps forward until he’s in Dick’s personal space. He’s not sure when he got taller than Dick but the height advantage makes things more interesting, especially the way Dick’s throat stretches when he looks up at Jason.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Jason slides a leg between Dick’s, smirking when Dick’s breath catches in his throat.
“Jason, please...” Dick’s frowning, expression pained and it almost makes Jason back off, but he wants this, even if he’s not entirely sure why.
“I can be gentle, if that’s what you want. You could even take me back to your place and let you do whatever you want to me.” Dick makes a little distressed noise as his hips buck forward in response to Jason.
“I wouldn’t...”
“Wouldn’t what, Dick? Wouldn’t hurt me? Because I’ve got evidence to the contrary,” he licks his lips again, “And hey, who says I wouldn’t like it? I’ll even leave the handcuffs on so you can hold me down easier.”
Jason watches Dick bite down on his bottom lip, amused at the way Dick’s chest is heaving like he’s run a fucking marathon.
“You can leave all the bruises you want, and I won’t kick up a fuss if you make me bleed.” Jason pauses, then adds, “Well, make me bleed anymore than you already have.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No?” Jason looks down at Dick, scrutinizing his expression, but he looks sincere.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Jason. I wish I didn’t have to, wish I never had to hurt you. You’re the one that keeps lashing out.” He’s looking up at Jason with a sad expression on his face and it makes Jason’s heart feel too tight.
“Fuck off.” His voice feels strained and he’s tempted to start fighting again, just to stop this.
“Little brother...” Dick brings a hand up to press against Jason’s cheek. Jason flinches away. “I want to help you.”
He steps closer, wrapping his arms around Jason waist. Jason goes still, preparing himself to throw Dick off, but then he feels hands on his wrist and the handcuffs unlock and drop to the ground.
Jason doesn’t waste any time. As soon as he’s free, he grabs Dick by the shoulders and spins him around until he’s shoved down against the car; Jason holds him down with his hands on Dick’s shoulders and his body pinning Dick down.
Dick doesn’t even struggle, “Please, Jason. Why do we have to fight?”
“‘Cause I don’t know what else to do.” Jason mutters before kissing Dick.
It’s a hard kiss, because Jason was telling the truth about not knowing what else to do, so the kiss is as much of a fight as the rest of the night has been and Dick responds in kind, biting at Jason’s lips and sucking his tongue into his mouth. Jason pushes his hips down against Dick’s, swallowing the moan he gets in response.
He slides his hand into Dick’s hair, gripping hard and forcing Dick’s head back so Jason can bite and suck at his throat, leaving angry red marks on his skin and making Dick gasp and writhe underneath him.
“Maybe I should’ve offered to hurt you,” Jason mutters against Dick’s skin.
“Oh god...” Dick arches up, “Do you ever shut up?”
Jason tightens his grip on Dick’s hair, getting a moan in response. He presses a soft kiss just under Dick’s ear and whispers, “I can flip you around, pin you down against the hood and fuck you so hard you bruise your hips against the bumper.”
“Jason...” Dick wraps a leg around Jason’s waist, using the leverage to grind against him.
“I think I can take that as a ‘yes’.” Jason smirks, then pouts, “Any chance you got lube in that car?”
Dick groans, “No. Fuck. I didn’t exactly think my night was gonna go like this.”
“Looks like you’ll have to wait for another night to get fucked.” He bites Dick’s throat again, stroking his hands firmly down Dick’s stomach to start unfastening his pants.
“Wh-what are you doing, then?” Dick writhes a little, pushing up against Jason’s hands once his pants are undone.
“You gonna shut up?”
It takes Dick a second to figure it out, then his eyes go wide and he nods, miming a zip over his lips.
“Good boy,” Jason tugs Dick’s pants down then steps back enough so that he can drop to his knees.
Dick pushes himself up on his hands, apparently so he can watch as Jason pulls his cock free of his underwear and wrap his lips around the head. Dick shudders as Jason’s hand curls around the base of his cock and he moves his mouth down the shaft.
“Oh god, Jason.”
Jason hums in reply and starts to suck, working his mouth along Dicks cock, making Dick tremble and moan. One of Dick’s hands come to rest in Jason’s hair, the grip gentle, which is a little surprising, but not a bad thing.
He’s really enjoying the sounds Dick is making, breathless moans and little whimpery sounds whenever Jason squeezes his hand around Dick. Jason looks up at Dick through his lashes, admiring the way Dick looks with his cheeks flushed and biting his lip. He pulls back.
“I wanna hear you, Dickie-bird.” Jason strokes his hand along the shaft as he talks, watching the way Dick’s hips push into his hand.
Dick’s mouth opens into a little ‘o’, allowing a moan to escape.
“That’s it. Lemme hear what sounds I can get you to make...” Jason rubs his thumb over the head, then presses firmly against the slit.
“A-ah!” Dick cries out, bucking his hips hard into Jason’s hand, “Fuck, Jason, please.”
Jason replaces his thumb with his tongue, but when Dick’s hip push forward this time, Jason pulls back and lets go so he can grab Dick’s hip and slam him back against the bumper.
“Don’t.”
Dick whimpers, “S-sorry. I’m sorry, Jay. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.”
“You better not. Or I’ll handcuff you to your goddamn squad car and leave you here.”
“It won’t. I swear I won’t. Please don’t go.” There’s a desperate note to Dick’s voice that goes beyond ‘horny’ but Jason doesn’t really want to think about it.
“Whatever, big brother,” Jason keeps one hand on Dick’s hips, holding him against the car, and he wraps the other back around Dick’s cock, stroking firmly and moving forward to drag his tongue around the head in slow, teasing swipes.
After about a minute, Dick is panting for breath and making little desperate sounds in the back of his throat. Jason decides to be nice to him, so he closes his mouth around the head and sucks, hard, causing Dick to moan loudly and shudder.
“Oh, f-fuck... Jay... I can’t-- m’gonna...” Dick tugs on Jason’s hair gently, trying to pull him up.
Jason ignores him. Instead, he keeps sucking, working his mouth in short little movements that meet his fist as he keeps stroking, and have Dick whimpering and trembling with the effort of holding himself still until Jason feels Dick tense.
“Jay....” Dick’s moan is loud and drawn out as he comes, spilling into Jason’s mouth.
Jason swallows around him; keeps sucking until Dick whines and tugs harder on his hair.
“S-stop. S’too much...” Dick begs, and Jason complies, pulling of Dick’s cock and sitting back on his heels.
“Sorry, baby, I thought you’d be able to handle it.” Jason winks.
“You’re a bastard...” Dick’s hands are on Jason’s shoulders now, fisted in his jacket and forcibly tugging him up.
Dick tries for a kiss, but Jason avoids it, turning his head to the side as he pulls up Dick’s underwear and pants. He can feel Dick’s pout against his neck.
“Time for me to go, Officer,” Jason says while he fastens Dick’s pants.
“No, wait. I want...” a hand slides down Jason’s chest, aiming for his belt, but Jason steps back.
“If you wanna play more, you’ll have to catch me again,” Jason answers.
“Can’t we do this like normal people?” Dick looks sad again, Jason still hates it.
“Don’t lie to yourself, big bro, nothing we do with is normal.”
Jason turns and runs, pulling himself up a fire escape and disappearing over the edge of the roof.
“Jason! Come back!”
He ignores the voice calling after him.