Ficlet: Going to Hell | DCU | Bruce/Jason | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Going to Hell
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17, for **underage nudity and sex**. You've been warned.
Word Count: 741
Prompt: For vespertila - Bat Clan strip tease. For 50_darkfics - #010. Torture.
Summary: Bruce can't take his eyes off of Jason as he strips off his costume in the Cave after a long night of patrol.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes/Warnings: This is dirty. But only b/c Jason is still Robin, and probably 13. I think I may be going to hell for this, too, but oh well! Happy belated birthday, vespertila!! XD You asked for it, and this is what the muses gave me.
Going to Hell
Another night, another long patrol, ending with the usual compliment of arrests and minor injuries that Bruce knew would include bruises disproportionate to the fights that left them. So it was that the Bat pulled the car into the Cave and headed for the showers, body on autopilot as he stripped off his costume. Mindlessly cataloguing his own injuries, he was more worried about Jason. It was only the boy's third month of patrolling as Robin, and while he seemed to be taking it in stride, there was no doubt that Jason had a certain flare for the violent. He'd knocked two thugs completely unconscious tonight. In the first half-hour of patrol. In the last hour alone, he'd broken a man's arm, given a mugger rope burns around both wrists, and blown sand into a burgler's eyes. Dick had never been so... ruthless.
But then, Dick had never been so swaggeringly confident, either. Where Dick flew with the ease of a lifetime under the spotlight, Jason... Jason demanded attention.
Which explained why Bruce couldn't take his eyes off the boy as he slowly discarded his costume. A flourish of the cape, a flash of his eyes, still mostly hidden beneath the domino mask. Bruce's gut started to burn with an ache that he couldn't explain away, except as proof that he really was as dirty an old man as everyone thought.
Teeth pulled on the fingers of the boy's green gloves, pink tongue darting out and just visible for a teasing half-second, and naked fingers raked through dark hair as he tossed his head back, peeling off the mask.
I'm going to hell. I know it.
Darkened blue eyes flashed toward him again as Bruce stood in just his tights and jock, transfixed, pinned to the spot and unable to make for the showers like he'd planned. Jason held his gaze, smirking, and those long, lean fingers moved to unclasp the boy's tunic, slow but efficient, baring pale skin in tiny increments.
Bruce gulped, not needing to wonder why his jock was suddenly a little more tight than usual.
And finally the tunic was tossed to the side, Jason baring his already well-muscled back and leaning down over the bench to pull off his boots, practically shoving his ass into Bruce's face. One boot. Bruce's eyes froze on Jason's ass, and he resisted the urge to just reach out and touch. Another boot. Bruce swallowed again, hard.
Damn you.
Dick had never done this, never had this effect on him. Never been so... sexual. Jason was like some nymph, an incubus trying his damnedest to corrupt the Bat. And he was succeeding. Reaching down, Bruce adjusted himself to ease the ache of the jock's constriction, hearing the breathy chuckle from the teenager as his fingers gripped the waistband of the green short pants.
Oh, God...
Skin. Beautiful, pale skin. Jason's ass practically popped out of the short pants as he slid them down. Down, over lean, hard legs. Down, past his feet as he stepped out of them.
When Jason stood and turned around, Bruce tried with all his might to not look, to tear his gaze away from him.
No such luck.
Whatever power Jason exerted over him, it was complete, and Bruce had barely enough brain power left to wonder if magic was involved, before his eyes were drawn to the luscious body in front of him. Kill me now. Because all he wanted now was to taste that pale, scarred skin. All of it. Every inch. Starting with that deliciously hard cock jutting up and practically bouncing against Jason's flat belly.
"What's the matter, Bruce, never seen a kid get naked before?" Jason smirked, eyes glinting with evil.
Bruce could only swallow again, wishing Jason would just head for the showers and stop tormenting him.
But of course, he didn't. "Look like you could use a little help, there."
The rest of Bruce's higher brain functions evaporated as those lean fingers hooked into his waistband and pulled his tights and jock down in one fluid move, and the soft, red lips that wrapped around his cock, engulfing him in the slick, wet heat of a far too experienced mouth, made sure he had nothing left with which to argue.
Bruce was going to hell, for sure.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17, for **underage nudity and sex**. You've been warned.
Word Count: 741
Prompt: For vespertila - Bat Clan strip tease. For 50_darkfics - #010. Torture.
Summary: Bruce can't take his eyes off of Jason as he strips off his costume in the Cave after a long night of patrol.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes/Warnings: This is dirty. But only b/c Jason is still Robin, and probably 13. I think I may be going to hell for this, too, but oh well! Happy belated birthday, vespertila!! XD You asked for it, and this is what the muses gave me.
Going to Hell
Another night, another long patrol, ending with the usual compliment of arrests and minor injuries that Bruce knew would include bruises disproportionate to the fights that left them. So it was that the Bat pulled the car into the Cave and headed for the showers, body on autopilot as he stripped off his costume. Mindlessly cataloguing his own injuries, he was more worried about Jason. It was only the boy's third month of patrolling as Robin, and while he seemed to be taking it in stride, there was no doubt that Jason had a certain flare for the violent. He'd knocked two thugs completely unconscious tonight. In the first half-hour of patrol. In the last hour alone, he'd broken a man's arm, given a mugger rope burns around both wrists, and blown sand into a burgler's eyes. Dick had never been so... ruthless.
But then, Dick had never been so swaggeringly confident, either. Where Dick flew with the ease of a lifetime under the spotlight, Jason... Jason demanded attention.
Which explained why Bruce couldn't take his eyes off the boy as he slowly discarded his costume. A flourish of the cape, a flash of his eyes, still mostly hidden beneath the domino mask. Bruce's gut started to burn with an ache that he couldn't explain away, except as proof that he really was as dirty an old man as everyone thought.
Teeth pulled on the fingers of the boy's green gloves, pink tongue darting out and just visible for a teasing half-second, and naked fingers raked through dark hair as he tossed his head back, peeling off the mask.
I'm going to hell. I know it.
Darkened blue eyes flashed toward him again as Bruce stood in just his tights and jock, transfixed, pinned to the spot and unable to make for the showers like he'd planned. Jason held his gaze, smirking, and those long, lean fingers moved to unclasp the boy's tunic, slow but efficient, baring pale skin in tiny increments.
Bruce gulped, not needing to wonder why his jock was suddenly a little more tight than usual.
And finally the tunic was tossed to the side, Jason baring his already well-muscled back and leaning down over the bench to pull off his boots, practically shoving his ass into Bruce's face. One boot. Bruce's eyes froze on Jason's ass, and he resisted the urge to just reach out and touch. Another boot. Bruce swallowed again, hard.
Damn you.
Dick had never done this, never had this effect on him. Never been so... sexual. Jason was like some nymph, an incubus trying his damnedest to corrupt the Bat. And he was succeeding. Reaching down, Bruce adjusted himself to ease the ache of the jock's constriction, hearing the breathy chuckle from the teenager as his fingers gripped the waistband of the green short pants.
Oh, God...
Skin. Beautiful, pale skin. Jason's ass practically popped out of the short pants as he slid them down. Down, over lean, hard legs. Down, past his feet as he stepped out of them.
When Jason stood and turned around, Bruce tried with all his might to not look, to tear his gaze away from him.
No such luck.
Whatever power Jason exerted over him, it was complete, and Bruce had barely enough brain power left to wonder if magic was involved, before his eyes were drawn to the luscious body in front of him. Kill me now. Because all he wanted now was to taste that pale, scarred skin. All of it. Every inch. Starting with that deliciously hard cock jutting up and practically bouncing against Jason's flat belly.
"What's the matter, Bruce, never seen a kid get naked before?" Jason smirked, eyes glinting with evil.
Bruce could only swallow again, wishing Jason would just head for the showers and stop tormenting him.
But of course, he didn't. "Look like you could use a little help, there."
The rest of Bruce's higher brain functions evaporated as those lean fingers hooked into his waistband and pulled his tights and jock down in one fluid move, and the soft, red lips that wrapped around his cock, engulfing him in the slick, wet heat of a far too experienced mouth, made sure he had nothing left with which to argue.
Bruce was going to hell, for sure.
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