Unwrap This
The hotel suite is dark and silent when Jason pushes open the door.
There’s clothing strewn across the floor, the remnants of Bruce’s suit and a pair of jeans that has to belong to Dick. Jason finds himself tugging nervously at the top button of his suit. He loosens the top button with slightly shaking fingers and continues walking in the direction of the trail of clothes.
He thinks about kicking his shoes off since he can’t sneak around as effectively in dress shoes, but if he needs to book it, being barefoot would suck ass.
A thin line of light illuminates the hallway and when Jason gets closer, he can hear the low rumble of Bruce’s voice as he talks to Dick. It shouldn’t be as comforting as it is, but if Bruce is doing the doting father routine, there’s a chance that he won’t be willing to yell at Jason for being a screw up.
The door swings open silently on its oiled hinges and Jason finds himself squinting into the light. Bruce’s suite is obviously expensive, all gilt and gold-fucking-leaf everywhere.
Jason feels out of place already, but the feeling just ratchets up another level when he sees what’s going on in the room. He wants to fucking turn around and leave, wants to go back on the subway and get as far away from Bruce and Dick as he can.
Some fucking birthday this is...
He must be making one hell of a ugly expression because Bruce’s brows draw together and he frowns. “You don’t like your gift?” The older man looks genuinely concerned and sounds so fucking worried that Jason’s teeth start to ache.
Fuck you, Bruce. The words tremble on the tip of his tongue and his hands clench into fists with the effort that it takes to keep from shouting at the older man. It’s like his biggest wet dream come to life, but it all seems too good to be true.
Any minute now, the alarm next to Jason’s bed is going to go off. He’ll wake up alone in his bed with one hell of a hard-on and he’ll go back to living as an outcast from the rest of his family.
Nothing else is possible.
Why?
Because Dick is kneeling completely naked on the big bed that takes up a major part of the hotel room and he’s posed as if to appeal to Jason’s need. A dark blue ribbon covers the older man’s eyes and keeps him from looking at Jason even as his head rolls on his neck in an obvious attempt to search his younger brother out.
His mouth moves behind another strip of blue ribbon that serves as a gag and even without having ears, Jason would know that Dick was moaning his name. The sound of Dick’s muffled moaning is like the world’s sexiest gut shot and Jason groans before he can stop himself.
Jason’s gaze tracks down Dick’s body, eyes falling on nipples held stiff and tight in clamps before he finally glances down at his brother’s stiff erection.
Where the ribbons around his eyes and mouth are dark blue, the one wound around the shaft of his penis is a bright green strip of fabric that is tied in a gaudy bow just underneath the precum-slicked head. The bow is dark from drops of Dick’s precum and Jason wants to lick it off.
The touch of Bruce’s hand to Jason’s shoulder makes the redhead startle.
He looks up into his father’s cautious blue gaze and doesn’t know what the hell he can say. “Bruce, I don’t-”
“I couldn’t think of anything to give you for your birthday,” Bruce admits softly. He’s doing that thing where his eyes are super intense and he doesn’t blink for moments on end. “This was Dick’s idea. He- He thought that this would be better than us ambushing you on patrol and-”
Jason shakes his head. “What the hell?”
When he glances over at Dick, the older man wriggles against the mattress and the bonds holding his tightly. Dick looks so fucking eager, from the flush on his cheeks to the way his hips roll in lazy circles.
He’s smiling behind the gag and Jason just wants to kiss his brother’s lips.
Or punch him.
Or something...
“We haven’t talked in months, B,” Jason blurts out. “How could this shit seem like a good idea?” He makes to turn around, to head out of the hotel room and out of this fucking life. “The last time I saw you, I was locked up in prison and you didn’t do shit for me. This is as far away from a good idea as these things get.”
He’s breathing hard, almost panting and he can’t look at Bruce without wanting to get sick or punch something.
Bruce only looks at him with sincerity gleaming in his cool blue eyes. He doesn’t even bother to remand Jason for all of the cursing that he’s doing.
The silent standstill goes on for about ten minutes and could have gone on for much longer without Dick’s interference.
Dick rolls his head back and forth until the strip of ribbon in his mouth slides free and he can talk without slurring his words around the gag. “Bruce wants to call a truce,” he breathes as he turns his head toward Bruce and Jason and smiles, “We want you back, little wing. Back where you were supposed to be.”
Jason’s lip curls, but Dick can’t see it and be bothered by the look.
“What are you supposed to be,” Jason snarls as he tries to ignore the way that Dick’ s continuous writhing is getting to him, “The fucking olive branch?”
Rather than get upset at his brother’s tone, Dick merely grins. “Got it in one, Jay,” he says as he wiggles against his bonds. “Bruce is making a whole lot of changes and we all want you back with the family. I’m just the icing on the cake.”
When Jason glances away from Dick’s smirking face, he finds himself meeting Bruce’s eyes and holding that weighty gaze. “You mean it, B? Do you really want me back?”
The look in Bruce’s eyes is akin to starvation and it makes Jason’s skin prickle. “Of course I do,” he promises. “I’ve wanted nothing else for years. I could talk of nothing else-”
“Seriously, he won’t shut up about you,” Dick interjects cheerfully as he swings in his bonds and all but leers at them even as his eyes remain covered. “Aren’t you glad that he’s pulled the stick out of his ass?”
So much for a tender moment…
Bruce and Jason tell Dick to shut up simultaneously and then Jason finds himself smiling at the older man as Dick pouts at them.
Things between them are fucked up beyond belief, but Jason has hope now.
Hope and a desire to unwrap his gift.
The blindfold is the first thing to go.
As hot as it is, Jason wants to see Dick’s eyes. Scratch that… he needs to be able to see Dick’s big baby blues go hazy for him. The fingers that he raises to undo the knotted ribbon shake ever so slightly and he finds himself pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of Dick’s smiling mouth because it’s right there…
It’s not a perfect kiss, not by anyone’s definition, but it’s a good kiss and it’s all that Jason has ever wanted in his fucking life.
Dick moans into Jason’s mouth and strains against his bonds. He seems so hungry for Jason’s kiss that he doesn’t even seem to notice when Bruce’s thick fingers move to take over undoing the tight little knot at the back of the blindfold.
There’s a brief moment during the kiss as the blindfold slides off of Dick’s face where Jason’s eyes are wide open and Dick’s are squeezed shut and he’s moaning softly as Jason’s tongue slides over his own. It’s like Jason needs to memorize every second of the kiss, needs to burn every second into his memory so that he’ll have it with him forever.
When Dick finally opens his eyes, the brilliant blue depths are full of satisfaction. He smiles into the kiss and then licks his way into Jason’s mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Dick smiles and nuzzles at Jason’s cheek as best as he can while bound. “You taste like liquor,” he purrs as he smiles up at his younger brother.
Jason feels a blush warm his cheeks and when he turns his head, Bruce is there smiling at them both. One of Bruce’s big hands strokes over Jason’s cheek and there’s no pressure for more, but Jason leans forward and their lips meet.
Their first kiss feels like coming home to Jason.
Bruce’s lips are warm and soft and Jason can’t help the moan that vibrates against the older man’s mouth. He’s wanted Bruce more than he’s wanted anyone in his entire life and the kiss is just… everything to him.
Jason doesn’t mean to be all sappy about it, but as Bruce eases open his mouth with a flick of his tongue, he would give anything to be some fucking damsel in distress… anything that could keep him getting him the stroke of Bruce’s fingers over his jaw as Dick moans and tries to press closer.
He’s not expecting a sudden declaration of love or anything that far-fetched, but when Bruce breaks their kiss and settles back on the mattress beside his sons, his eyes are warm. In his eyes, everything is well on its way back to being perfect.
Bruce has always been a sucker for family -as unconventional as theirs may be- and there’s no way that he’ll take this as anything other than a massive victory.
Dick whines softly and pulls against the ribbons binding his wrists. He’s really getting into things and he strains to get free from the bonds until Bruce rubs at his cheek with large fingers. The touch of the older man’s fingers makes Dick still at once and he settles back to hang in the ribbons.
The smile on his face is soft and the look that makes his eyes gleam is needy. “Please, Bruce,” Dick breathes as he parts his lips invitingly and he thrusts his hips up against the empty air. “Kiss me?”
Being kissed by Bruce is amazing.
Watching him attempt to make Dick’s brain leak out of his ears with his tongue and the slide of his hand over the younger man’s scarred side is enough to make Jason’s prick give a forceful twitch against his belly.
Jason touches the side of Dick’s hip gently, sliding his fingers over scarred skin and keeping far away from the strip of ribbon that cuts across Dick’s golden hip. If he moves his fingers to trace the path of that ribbon, he’ll lose every bit of self-control he has in his body.
Dick moans into Bruce’s wide, soft mouth and shakes. His eyes are wide, vivid blue standing out against the flush that darkens his cheeks and every ragged breath that he sucks in makes the clamps and chain at his nipples tighten further.
Against the green ribbon wound around his flushed shaft, Dick’s prick stands at attention and the head is liberally smeared with precum that leaves dark spots on the ribbon. It looks so fucking perfect that Jason has no idea how Bruce has managed to resist touching the other man there all night.
Dick throws his head back in a desperate motion as Bruce scratches his nails over the slightly sweaty skin of his chest and cries out shamelessly as he works his hips, driving his prick up into the air.
It’s not quite “utterly debauched”, but it’s good enough for Jason’s prick and he wants to be where Bruce is in this moment as the older man turns his attention to Dick’s throat.
And then he remembers… He can have what he’s been wanting since the very first time that he had both of their smiles directed at him.
He can have the beat of Dick’s pulse against his tongue.
Jason leans forward and he’s halfway to straddling Dick’s leg, but it doesn’t matter because when he opens his mouth, he can taste his older brother. He groans and sucks a mark onto that scarred skin, fulfilling a desire that he thought he’d given up on when he was a kid.
As he and Bruce work to mark up that bared throat, he finds himself sliding his fingers up over Dick’s abdomen to brush over the clamps at his nipples. He keeps his touch light, but still Dick twists in the hold of the restraints and makes a loud noise that’s almost a sob.
Jason’s prick jerks at the sound and he knows that he isn’t imagining the low grunt that escapes from Bruce’s mouth as the older man’s hand spasms over Dick’s thigh.
They’re all so hungry for this…
Jason shifts so that he can kiss Dick on that lovely mouth while reaching for Bruce’s hand. He gasps a bit at the tight squeeze of Bruce’s fingers around his. That gets him the light scrape of teeth over his bottom lip and when he pulls back from their kiss, Dick tries to follow him before the ribbons stop him from moving.
Dick sobs and worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he gives Jason a pleading look. One of Bruce’s big hands is splayed over his abdomen and even though it’s just there, Dick is squirming and making noise as though that hand is jerking him off.
Jason licks his lips. “Tell me you have a plan,” he says as he watches Bruce practically fucking maul Dick’s throat. “I want so much. I want to touch you both, I want-”
When Bruce sits up, he gives Jason a hungry look that makes the redhead groan and dig his fingers into the sheets.
“I know.”
It’s all he says. It’s the only thing that he has to say.
In the space of a single breath, Bruce has Jason pinned to the mattress. Even though Jason isn’t the same punk kid that used to give Bruce hell at times, there’s no way that he can get out of the older man’s pin even if he didn’t plan on getting reamed in the near future.
Bruce is solid weight and hard muscle and it’s almost instinct for Jason to wrap one leg around that broad back and pull him in close.
When their shafts rub together, Bruce’s breath comes out in a shaky moan. “You don’t know the half of what you do to me, Jay,” he murmurs against the side of the younger man’s face. “You don’t know how much you move me.”
Bruce’s attempt at having a tender moment is interrupted by Dick snickering softly and they both look up to see the former acrobat’s face flush with amusement instead of arousal.
Jason moves before he thinks, curling the fingers of his right hand around the flesh of Dick’s shaft and squeezing just hard enough to make his point known. It’s a tease and they all know it.
Dick whimpers and that little sound seems to go straight to Jason’s groin. His eyes get dark and he bites hard at his bottom lip as he works to try to fuck Jason’s fist.
“Please, Jay,” he pleads in a tone that’s almost breathy. Looking at Bruce doesn’t win him any sympathy and every slow thrust of his hips gets a tiny amount of friction that isn’t near enough… “F-fuck, Jay! Don’t tease me.”
Bruce smiles down at Jason and then moves back so that he’s half-kneeling, half-crouching between the redhead’s spread legs. He starts stroking Jason, keeping him on the very edge with the brush of his calluses over the tip of his prick.
“Do you know what you want yet?”
He licks his lips at the affronted squawk that Jason is unable to silence. There are no masks in this room right now and when Jason digs the nails of his free hand into any bit of Bruce’s skin that he can reach, the look of hunger in Bruce’s stormy eyes isn’t faked at all.
“I want you,” Jason snaps as he starts to jerk Dick faster and faster in response to Bruce’s almost absent tugs on his own length. “Isn’t that fucking obvious?”
“You could stand to be a bit more direct…”
Bruce’s eyes shine with mirth. He ducks his head so that he can lick at a bit of curving scar tissue on Jason’s thigh. He bites the flesh there as lightly as he can at first and then sinks his teeth in just a little harder at the low groan that escapes Jason’s slack mouth.
Dick and Jason moan at the same time; Jason for the feel of teeth in his skin and Dick for the hard squeeze of Jason’s callused hand on his prick.
The pleasure-pain sensation ripping through Jason’s nerves does one thing…It helps him make up his mind.
“I want you to fuck me, Bruce,” he gets out through the pulse of blood in his ears and the feel of Dick’s erection sliding against his palm. “You fuck me. I suck Dick off. Is that direct enough for ya?”
The hand that Bruce has on Jason’s thigh tightens for a moment. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a passionate almost-purr that makes Dick thrust even harder into Jason’s fist. “Oh, yes,” he murmurs as he gives both of his boys a hungry look that quickens the pulse of their blood in their veins. “I think that’s just perfect.”
For things to work smoothly, they have to let Dick out of his bonds. Jason spares a moment to mourn the lack of ribbons around his older brother’s wrists and thighs (and the mouth-watering of his prick) but that’s all the chance that he gets.
Dick pounces on Jason the very second that Bruce finishes untying him. He rides the redhead’s bulkier body down to the mattress with a smile on his face and a hand cupping Jason’s cheek. His penis is hot and slick against Jason’s stomach and every twist of their hips in counterpoint gets him a hot shock of sensation that makes his sac tighten.
When they kiss, it’s hot and deep and so fucking intense that it threatens to make Jason forget about what he wants. Dick kisses like he’s starving and he presses up as close to Jason as he can get without actually clinging to him.
The feel of Dick’s lean, lithe body pressed up against his makes Jason grunt softly and surge up into the kiss. He knows that Bruce is still staring at them even as he looks for the lube and the condoms. That the older man would rather die than look away from the frantic kiss going on a few feet away and that only serves to make things even hotter.
It’s a little fucked up that Bruce is probably more desperate for this than Jason is, but when he wrenches his mouth away from Dick’s swollen mouth and tilts his head back to look at Bruce, there’s only honest adoration in those eyes.
Hunger quickens Bruce’s hands and before Jason registers the older man’s movements, the mattress dips down on one side and Bruce is just there.
He kisses Dick first and any part of Jason’s mind that could possibly get jealous goes off into a corner to die as the redhead watches Bruce take Dick’s mouth and his moans and his softly hitching breaths. Dick’s hand slides up to grip at Bruce’s hair and really… noticing that Bruce is slowly going gray shouldn’t be a turn on, but Jason’s prick twitches against his belly.
When Bruce settles Dick back against the pillows and turns to Jason with a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You can say no anytime that you want,” he reminds the younger man as he touches his fingers to Jason’s shoulder. “I’ve waited long enough for this, I can wait a while longer if I need to.”
Bruce is older than Jason remembers. The gray at his temples is more pronounced than it’s ever been and there are the faintest wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
He has never been more attractive.
Jason has never wanted Bruce more than he does as he meets those wary blue eyes.
Leaning forward to kiss Bruce, to bite lightly at the older man’s bottom lip, comes almost as second nature to Jason. He has no idea how long he’s been nursing thoughts of having Bruce just like this, but now that they’re here there’s no way in hell that he’s going to make himself go back to his shitty apartment all by himself.
The fear of being alone roughens Jason’s movements just a tad and adds to his desperation.
His mouth goes to Bruce’s neck and even though he knows that it’s a terrible idea, he can’t stop himself from biting down. He needs to feel Bruce in him and at this point, it seems like even fucking won’t be enough.
Salt and sweat on his taste buds makes him gurgle obscenely against Bruce’s thick throat and he gets a hand around that fat prick before he even fucking thinks about what he’s doing.
Bruce grunts into Jason’s mouth and that’s really the only warning that Jason gets before he’s being manhandled, pushed and pulled into position over Dick’s trembling body. The backs of the nipple clamps drag over Jason’s chest and the slight scratch makes Jason even harder.
He fumbles slightly in his attempts to get the clamps off and he’s feeling a bit frustrated but soon the clamps are off and Dick’s hands are in his hair, holding him tight.
How long does Jason spend with his mouth on Dick’s nipples? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
It feels like a fucking eternity and the only thing that manages to tear Jason away from the torture that’s making Dick cry out and make the most fucking obscene noises into the air is the press of one of Bruce’s thick fingers against his hole.
A liberal amount of lubricant does nothing to hide the fact that Bruce’s hands are fucking huge. The burn that makes Jason choke on a moan against Dick’s pecs is at once slight and earth shattering. Familiar. Heat makes him raise up on his knees, pushing back onto that hand and shaking for the feel of being opened up.
Warm breath rushes over the small of Jason’s back and he just isn’t prepared for the teeth that bite him high on his ass.
“F-fuck!”
Dick’s voice is shaky and when Jason glances up at his older brother, those stunning blue eyes are hazy with want. He’s petting himself as he watches Bruce finger Jason’s ass, one hand rubbing at his nipples in lazy little circles as the other begins a slow stroke over his blood-flushed prick.
He looks hungry.
Desperate.
So fucking close to coming all over Jason’s chest and face that if Jason closes his eyes, he can already feel the splash of Dick’s semen on his skin.
He reaches for Dicks shaft at the same time that Bruce pulls out of him and sets the head of that perfect fucking penis right up against his hole.
The push is perfect and Jason moans around Dick’s shafts, drooling as he is taken and held. He’s loved them both long before he had any real idea what love really was or what it could be.
He’s allowed a bit of sentimentality even as he’s reamed at both ends.
The roll of Dick’s hips doesn’t even attempt at matching whatever rhythm that Bruce is giving him. There’s a dance in the way that Dick works to fuck Jason’s eager, open throat. The pleasure that Jason gets from feeling callused fingers card through his hair at the same time that Bruce is apparently trying to remake him from the inside out is nearly endless.
Between the sweet-salt taste of Dick’s precum in his mouth and the freight train push of Bruce’s hard thrusts, Jason can tell that for him, round one is going to be a short one.
Dick makes a loud noise and his fingers tighten in Jason’s hair for a second before Dick stops shaking and he goes to pet the nape of Jason’s neck.
Rolling his eyes up gets Jason a good glimpse of Dick’s flushed cheeks and the way that he’s biting hard at his bottom lip.
Jason may have been trying to ignore his hard-on for the better part of an hour, but Dick’s been at Bruce’s mercy for however long he’d been tied up before.
He’s set to spill, and Jason wants to feel him do it.
He has to shift around a bit so that he can get a hand between Dick’s slightly spread legs. It’s not an easy task… especially when Bruce seems determined to fuck his brains out, but Jason manages to get a finger pressed up nice and tight against Dick’s clenching hole and push.
Dick is hot and tight and as perfect as Jason ever thought he could be while fucking. When Jason crooks his finger and hears a desperate cry echo in his ears, there’s no hiding the smile that takes hold of his mouth.
When Dick comes a few seconds later, his voice is hoarse and his limbs are shaking.
Jason savors the rush of his brother losing it on his fucking tongue and takes his time licking Dick clean as the older man slumps back against the pillows with a blissed-out grin on his face. He feels satiated already, but Bruce is nowhere near finished and that’s another fantasy that Jason has been nursing for-fucking-ever…
Bruce is all about protection tonight, but later…
Once they’ve gotten back to where they should be and Jason’s back to spending most of his waking hours wanting Bruce’s prick (starving himself for it really), Jason can indulge in a few of his Bruce-related fantasies that a condom just gets in the way of.
Teeth set into the back of Jason’s neck, exactly where Dick had been petting him, and Jason groans louder than he plans to. Bruce’s hips work hard and the only thing that he can hear is the sound of his moans and the slap of Bruce’s sac against his skin and oh-
The noise that Jason makes when he comes is something out of this world. It’s loud and free and so fucking frantic that the redhead would be embarrassed if Bruce wasn’t practically bellowing in his ear and thrusting hard enough to hurt a lesser mortal.
The best thing about all of the old fantasies that set them up just like this is that for Jason, they can always be rewritten or added to.
He’s never going to forget the feel of Bruce inside of him or the look on Dick’s face as he fucks his way to orgasm.
Even if things don’t work out between them, Jason will always have these memories.
They don’t let him leave afterwards.
Dick clings to Jason as though he was four instead of twenty-four and he’s got no intention of moving as he presses close and slings one long leg over Jason’s hip.
Bruce doesn’t cling, doesn’t cuddle, but the hand he has on Jason’s stomach is as much a tether as anything else could be.
“You’ll come back with us to the manor, right Jay?” Dick doesn’t meet Jason’s eyes as he speaks, but there’s a tension singing through his limbs.
Jason doesn’t know what to say. “I thought you guys were-” Kidding. Trying to get into my pants. Mind controlled. Stoned out of your fucking minds.
He doesn’t say any of the things that he knows will get him out of that bed in a matter of moments. Instead, he offers Bruce a smile and tries to settle himself. “Oh fuck me,” he breathes as he strokes his hand over Dick’s back and pretends that he’s not totally invested in the cuddling. “I’ll come back with you.”
Bruce smiles at him and it’s like a final piece of a long-neglected puzzle has slotted into place.
Fuck worrying about being a sappy mug…
For the first time in years, Jason feels at home.
He returns Bruce’s smile and settles back against the sheets.
“Happy birthday to me…”