Fic: Earning Cancer Sticks
Title: Earning Cancer Sticks
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Characters: Jason/Tim
Summary: Jason gets to deal with a jealous Timmy.
Jason isn't actually fucked up in the head over anything that he did tonight. He had to fuck the girl in order to keep his cover, and if he was thinking about someone else the entire time...well, that's okay. It wasn't the worst thing that he's ever done in his life...not by a long shot. The girl was at least a good fuck, which is more than he can say for some of the people that he's ended up sleeping with. Not to mention that he's screwed people for way worse reasons than getting close to them, so that he take them down later. Eventually, the smell of her fruity shampoo will stop assaulting his senses, and he'll be able to move on with his day/night. He can't really tell anymore. His inner clock is off...always is after something like that.
The drops of water dripping down his neck from his wet hair is making his neck itchy, but not enough that he misses the shadow shifting out of the corner of his eye as he slips out of the target's window. He sighs to himself. He knows that there's going to be a long drawn out conversation about what happened...about what he did, but Jason isn't actually sorry for it. Nothing he's done so far tonight has bothered him one tiny bit. What does bother him, however, is the look that he's currently getting from Tim as Jason leans against the brick of the building behind him.“What?” Jason pulls out a cigarette, which only makes Tim scowl more. Jason knows that Tim hates it when he smokes, but after his night Jason thinks that he's earned a damn cancer stick or two.
Tim glares at the cigarette for a moment. “Well, was it good?”
Tim's voice is devoid of emotion, so Jason isn't actually sure how he's supposed to answer. It pains him to hear the words, because Tim should know Jason spent the whole time thinking about him. “I...you know the mission required...”
Tim holds up a hand to stop him. “Yeah, I'm well aware.”
Jason sighs as he puts out his cigarette. “Okay, clearly, you would have played this a very different way. I'm getting that now.”
Tim raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, so it was okay, because you were telling yourself that I would have done the same thing?”
Jason shrugs. “Yeah, maybe.”
Tim's face blanks, and clearly, Jason said the wrong thing. “I'm glad that you had fun then.”
Jason blinks a few times. “Wait, whoa, what? I...” He gives up on trying to talk. He's not very good at words, and he knows it. Before Tim can move away Jason grabs him and kisses him hard. After a few moments he pushes Tim back against the brick wall. “I never knew you were the jealous type, Timmy.” Tim still stares at him impassively. “Silly bird, I was thinking about you the whole time.”
Tim shakes his head disbelievingly. “Uh huh...like I believe that.”
Jason smirks evilly as he undoes Tim's pants. “Well, I guess I'll just have to prove it.”
Tim sighs as Jason wraps his hand around his cock. “I'm willing to let you try.”
Jason smirk only grows more wolfish. “I'm definitely willing to rise to the challenge...or drop, as the case may be.”
Tim doesn't get a chance to ask Jason what he means before he's on his knees, and swallowing Tim whole. Tim moans, and doesn't even bother tying not to pump his hips. “Definitely a good start.” Tim manages to get out in between gasps.
Jason's bobbing his head, and trying to convey just how much he was thinking of Tim during his night with the overly loud and extremely evil target, who is definitely going to sleep through this thanks to the tranquilizer Jason placed in her coffee, so that he could easily slip out without being seen. Tim would probably call it overkill, but Jason just likes to call it strategic planning...especially when the plan ends with Tim burying his hands in Jason's hair and thrusting into his mouth. Jason decides right then and there that a jealous Timmy isn't all that bad if this is how he gets to prove himself.
The End
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Characters: Jason/Tim
Summary: Jason gets to deal with a jealous Timmy.
Jason isn't actually fucked up in the head over anything that he did tonight. He had to fuck the girl in order to keep his cover, and if he was thinking about someone else the entire time...well, that's okay. It wasn't the worst thing that he's ever done in his life...not by a long shot. The girl was at least a good fuck, which is more than he can say for some of the people that he's ended up sleeping with. Not to mention that he's screwed people for way worse reasons than getting close to them, so that he take them down later. Eventually, the smell of her fruity shampoo will stop assaulting his senses, and he'll be able to move on with his day/night. He can't really tell anymore. His inner clock is off...always is after something like that.
The drops of water dripping down his neck from his wet hair is making his neck itchy, but not enough that he misses the shadow shifting out of the corner of his eye as he slips out of the target's window. He sighs to himself. He knows that there's going to be a long drawn out conversation about what happened...about what he did, but Jason isn't actually sorry for it. Nothing he's done so far tonight has bothered him one tiny bit. What does bother him, however, is the look that he's currently getting from Tim as Jason leans against the brick of the building behind him.“What?” Jason pulls out a cigarette, which only makes Tim scowl more. Jason knows that Tim hates it when he smokes, but after his night Jason thinks that he's earned a damn cancer stick or two.
Tim glares at the cigarette for a moment. “Well, was it good?”
Tim's voice is devoid of emotion, so Jason isn't actually sure how he's supposed to answer. It pains him to hear the words, because Tim should know Jason spent the whole time thinking about him. “I...you know the mission required...”
Tim holds up a hand to stop him. “Yeah, I'm well aware.”
Jason sighs as he puts out his cigarette. “Okay, clearly, you would have played this a very different way. I'm getting that now.”
Tim raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, so it was okay, because you were telling yourself that I would have done the same thing?”
Jason shrugs. “Yeah, maybe.”
Tim's face blanks, and clearly, Jason said the wrong thing. “I'm glad that you had fun then.”
Jason blinks a few times. “Wait, whoa, what? I...” He gives up on trying to talk. He's not very good at words, and he knows it. Before Tim can move away Jason grabs him and kisses him hard. After a few moments he pushes Tim back against the brick wall. “I never knew you were the jealous type, Timmy.” Tim still stares at him impassively. “Silly bird, I was thinking about you the whole time.”
Tim shakes his head disbelievingly. “Uh huh...like I believe that.”
Jason smirks evilly as he undoes Tim's pants. “Well, I guess I'll just have to prove it.”
Tim sighs as Jason wraps his hand around his cock. “I'm willing to let you try.”
Jason smirk only grows more wolfish. “I'm definitely willing to rise to the challenge...or drop, as the case may be.”
Tim doesn't get a chance to ask Jason what he means before he's on his knees, and swallowing Tim whole. Tim moans, and doesn't even bother tying not to pump his hips. “Definitely a good start.” Tim manages to get out in between gasps.
Jason's bobbing his head, and trying to convey just how much he was thinking of Tim during his night with the overly loud and extremely evil target, who is definitely going to sleep through this thanks to the tranquilizer Jason placed in her coffee, so that he could easily slip out without being seen. Tim would probably call it overkill, but Jason just likes to call it strategic planning...especially when the plan ends with Tim burying his hands in Jason's hair and thrusting into his mouth. Jason decides right then and there that a jealous Timmy isn't all that bad if this is how he gets to prove himself.
The End