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Tim's hand sped over his cock and his breathing increased as well, his thighs starting to cramp where he was crouched over the dirty ground at what could just barely even be described as in the alleyway. He knew he was still completely visible in the dim streetlights, and it was getting him off — the risk of someone happening by, the thought of someone seeing him here like this, cock completely out.
He heard footsteps approaching up the street — holy shit — and that tipped him over the edge. He came hard, seeing some of his come get on his uniform pants instead of the ground as his eyes slammed shut. But that was okay, that was kind of even hotter; that people might see, might be able to tell exactly what Red Robin had been up to in between fighting criminals. His head was fucking spinning with it all — with the intense orgasm, with the fact that he'd heard the footsteps stop right beside him and somebody had just seen him come all over himself , was still watching him , and with the thought of even more people seeing the stain and knowing (and maybe them even picturing him here, just like this, stroking his cock desperately in an alleyway. Maybe they'd try to picture what his cock looked like. Maybe they'd try to picture what his face looked like when he came).
"Nice cock," he heard a low voice comment.
" Thanks ," Tim gasped. " Oh fuck ." And that was all he could really say, because holy shit, holy fucking shit . He was still trying to catch his breath from the intensity of the orgasm, and also feeling a little dazed and incredulous over actually being approached and commented on like that, instead of quickly hurried past like the freak he was.
"Just a tad too messy."
Tim let out an exhilarated, incredulous laugh and finally looked up at the bold (and hot. Approaching him like this automatically multiplied their sexiness by like ten ) stranger, and his eyes went wide, brain going completely blank as he set eyes on Red Hood (who, incidentally, happened to already have been hot as hell, so really, he was skyrocketing to ridiculous levels now). He was leaning against the corner of the building casually, one foot kicked back and his helmet tucked under one arm, his eyes completely inscrutable behind his mask.
"You do this often? I wonder what Batman thinks about his little exhibitionist bird."
That finally loosened Tim's tongue. "Fuck, please don't say shit to B; I don't even wanna hear whatever he'd have to say."
Jason snorted. But very much did not commit to not telling Batman.
"You can fuck me," Tim blurted out. Really it wouldn't be a chore even, Jason was hot (very hot. That was probably the orgasm, and the whole approaching-him-while-he-was-getting-off thing talking, but oh god, so very, very fucking hot). And he maybe really did seem a little bit…possibly kind of into the exhibitionist thing too? Honestly, now that Tim was thinking about it, he kind of wanted to fuck Jason regardless of bribing him to stay quiet.
Maybe it was just a one time thing, maybe it wasn't really Jason specifically, maybe it had all just been a lucky coincidence, but…oh god, Jason had hit his kink so exactly right in a way Tim had never managed before, and Tim wanted it again , and it felt like Jason was the place to start.
Jason apparently did not feel the same way, however, because at Tim's words his face became no longer inscrutable, and the expression he wore was not a pleasant one.
Well, Tim had apparently fucked up.
"I am going to kindly pretend you didn't just imply you think I extort people for sex," Jason bit out.
Oh. Fuck. Definitely a bad move.
"That's not what I—"
" Yes it was. " Jason interrupted him. "Now put yourself together before Daddy Bats comes along and sees everything for himself."
Tim sighed and did as he was told, before getting to his feet and looking Jason over. Well, he wasn't exactly in the most receptive mood any longer, but was Tim going to have another opportunity as simple as this? He really, really wanted to fuck Jason now, the kind of want that burned . Maybe it was wanting what he couldn't have, or maybe it was Jason not wanting to be bribed, or the fact that he'd seemed into it (into Tim ) at first still rattling around Tim's head, or Tim's burning desire to have someone who could and more importantly would hit the sweet spot of his kink again just right, or just that Jason was really fucking hot — or maybe a combination of all of the above — but Tim was not feeling very deterred right now.
"Do you…wanna fuck anyway?" He asked, leaning into Jason's space and putting a possessive hand on his chest.
Jason raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe you for a second. And I'm punching you the next time you pull that shit and imply I'd ever be into that."
Tim pulled away. That was a real shame. Because he wasn't actually up to any trickery at all.
=×=
It was less than two weeks before Jason caught him in a compromising position again.
" Again , babybird?" He asked, his voice rough and low.
" Oh fuck ," Tim gasped, and came on himself.
Jason tutted to himself in what seemed like merely token disapproval as Tim caught his breath, and then groaned, his head falling back against the wall as he tucked himself away again. "Please fuck me," he begged, his words half groan. Time apart hadn't quelled his want for Jason at all and he wanted him like mad at this point.
He didn't even see the fist until it connected with his face.
" Fuck! "
"I warned you," Jason said coolly.
Tim flexed his jaw — ow — and angrily pushed himself to his feet. "I'm not up to anything!" He yelled in Jason's face. "I'm not scheming! I just want you to fuck me! Why is that so hard to believe?!"
In his peripheral vision, he saw a small group of teenage girls cross the street to veer away from them, and oh great, they had definitely heard that. Now there were probably going to be civilians gossipping about this. He swore to fucking god, if he went through all of that bullshit, and Jason still did not believe he genuinely wanted to fuck him with no ulterior motive, for all his troubles, then Tim was going to fucking destroy something. Viciously . Like a rabid animal. (Maybe the civilians would at least imagine what he might look like being bent over by the Red Hood? Or what he might look like on his hands and knees, stripped bare. What he might look like sprawled facedown on his bed after being fucked too good, come leaking out of his used hole. That might be hot. Maybe not worth the gossip, especially about him being desperate and rejected , but he could at least hope to get something from it, right?)
"Why now suddenly when you think I'm going to tell B something you don't want me to? Look, I'm not gonna tell him."
"I didn't know it was an option before!" Tim yelled. "I know you're not going to tell him — you're not a snitch and you're not exactly all buddy-buddy with him anyway! I just! Want you! To fuck me! "
Jason narrowed his eyes, and was quiet for a few long moments. "Nope, still not buying it," he finally said.
Tim wanted to scream .
=×=
The next time Jason ran across him, he was having a coffee break with Stephanie.
Tim leapt to his feet, heading toward Jason with determination, because if ever there was a chance to seize the moment, it was now .
"Look! Look! You haven't caught me in a compromising position! There's nothing to tell Batman! Nothing! Please fuck me already! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god I'm literally going to die if you don't get it through your thick ass skull that I just want you to fuck me . No schemes!"
"...What the fuck? " Stephanie said behind him. "Is Ivy around here somewhere? I mean I didn't see anything, but…"
"No, he's just like this." Jason's face was still utterly inscrutable.
Tim held up a hand. "I have way bigger issues right now than shame." And then to Jason again, "I swear on my fucking life I just want you to rail me until I can't see straight already," he begged desperately. "Zero ulterior motives. Except for getting laid. Please. Please, oh my god, please."
Jason stared at him for a long few moments, and just when Tim was about to open his mouth to start begging again, he finally said, "Alright." Casual and simple as that.
YES, oh holy shit yes .
Tim turned back to Stephanie. "I gotta go."
"...What?" Jason asked as Tim grabbed his hand and yanked him away down the fire escape. "Don't you have shit to do? I have shit to do."
"There's always another night of crime, Jason."
"Um…okay then," Stephanie said. "Bye? Be safe?" And then, to herself. " What the fuck? "
Tim waved vaguely over his shoulder.
"There's always another time to fuck too," Jason pointed out.
" No ." Tim said. "No. Because I will be dead by then."
Jason burst out laughing. "Holy shit you're dramatic."
"Yeah, yeah, your place or mine?"
"What, you don't want me to fuck you out here in the open?"
Tim stopped short completely. "Deadass? You really would?"
Jason shrugged. "Why not?"
Tim's entire body flushed hot at the thought, and he grabbed the front of Jason's leather jacket, yanking him closer. " Ditch the helmet ," he demanded.
Jason slowly took his helmet off, and Tim rocked up on his toes, letting go of Jason's jacket to tangle his fingers in his hair instead, pulling him into a fierce kiss.
Jason made a surprised noise at the force of it, but quickly leaned in to him, kissing back just as hard and letting out a pleased hum into it as his hand came up to cup Tim's face.
They kissed until Jason had Tim bent partway back over the fire escape railing, and beyond turned on, rocking his hips against Jason's thigh and just thinking about Jason actually fucking him — Jason fucking him in public .
"Fuck, babe," Jason gasped, finally pulling back. "Let's go. I don't think you'll ever hear the end of it if we fuck in front of Blondie."
"Oh god. Yeah."
This time it was Jason dragging him the rest of the way down the fire escape to the street, and a couple blocks over until they found an alleyway, which was completely empty except for a few wooden crates.
=×=
Tim slumped against his chest, panting and eyes glazed, and Jason stroked a hand through his hair.
"You still up for letting me come to your place?" Jason asked, slightly hesitant.
" Yeah, " Tim sighed against him. " Fuck yeah. " He dropped his head to Jason's shoulder. "Oh god." He tilted his head and pulled Jason down, kissing him soundly.
Eventually, they got up from the crates and put themselves as much together as they could, and then headed off to Tim's place.
As soon as they were inside, they were on each other again, Jason dropping his helmet to the floor carelessly as they careened over toward the nearest wall to kiss heatedly against it.
After a moment, Tim pulled away, turning to slam the window shut and yank the curtain closed, and then jerk Jason back down into a bruising kiss before he started forcibly backing him across the living room.
They made it halfway to the bedroom before Jason pushed him up against the bar that separated his living room and kitchen, bending him partially back over it, and Tim groaned into his mouth, rutting against him and hitching a leg up over his hip. Jason grabbed the leg he'd hitched up under the thigh and yanked him even closer against him, grinding forward hard, and Tim had half a mind to just let Jason fuck him right there on his bartop.
Still, he'd rather Jason fuck him on his bed. But regardless…
He started scrambling for the catches on his suit, wrenching his mouth away from Jason's finally and turning his head slightly, though Jason only moved down to kissing and otherwise lavishing attention over his throat instead, undeterred. "Gotta— Nnh — I don't— don't have— Ahh ." Tim's brain blanked for a moment as Jason ground against him again. "Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck me, fuck me Jay," he wound up begging instead, his fingers knotting in Jason's hair as he pulled him closer against his throat and ground against him with a renewed frantic fervor.
"Right here?" Jay mumbled against him. "Or bed?"
"Nn. Bed, bed, but quick. Now ," Tim panted. And then, as he suddenly remembered again. "Wait, wait, fuck, I don't— don't— ahh oh my god, please, I'm trying to think . Don't have curtains. In my room. Gotta. Uniforms off outside."
Jason laughed against him. "Oh my fucking god."
"It's sexy," Tim panted unrepentantly. "Now please get naked before I die."
Jason rolled his hips again before fully pulling back. "Sounds serious."
Tim just let out a pitiful whimper and scrabbled at his uniform, trying to get it off as quickly as possible.
By the time he managed to fully strip, Jason had already done so himself, and immediately grabbed him by the waist, pulling him back in for another kiss before starting to walk them toward Tim's bedroom, which he'd clearly managed to deduce from Tim's earlier pushiness — not that there were that many doors in the flat to choose from in the first place.
Tim pushed Jason hard against the door as soon as they got into the bedroom, crushing their bodies together and desperately grinding against him, seeking some small relief — anything . He honestly wasn't even sure he could make it to the bed, or at least not without something .
Jason pulled away slightly, and brought his hand up to spit on his fingers, then he shoved his hand down between Tim's legs, spreading it over his asshole and his own fingers before pressing two deep inside him without hesitation.
Tim made a small sound and hitched his hips, and Jason angled his hand a bit until he found Tim's prostate, and pressed. Tim moaned, his nails digging in to the back of Jason's neck, desperately trying to cling to something .
"You like that, baby?" Jason asked, voice low and husky.
All Tim could do was babble out a half-coherent, " Yeah, yeah— Mhm ," as he rolled his hips, starting to ride Jason's fingers as he started thrusting them, aiming straight for his prostate every time. Tim couldn't help letting out another small, desperate moan. "Please fuck me," he got out dazedly.
Then he gasped as Jason abruptly yanked his fingers out of him and slapped his ass. Holy shit.
Jason picked him up without warning and strode across the room to drop him on the bed. Oh god. Oh fuck. Tim may have gotten himself in over his head.
Probably the best decision of his life.
=×=
Definitely the best decision of his life, Tim thought, sprawled utterly limply on the bed god only knew how long later. " Oh my god ," he got out quietly.
"Hope that's a good thing," Jason said wryly.
Tim started laughing, and it was funny enough that in any other circumstances he'd probably be curled over on himself, but as it was, it was just sort of a breathless, weak thing, and he still really didn't feel up to moving at all. "You're out of your goddamn mind if you think that was anything even approaching the general vicinity of bad."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"
" Yeah ."
"Careful, I might start getting bigheaded."
"Do I sound like I give a shit? It's not bigheaded if it's just the truth. Nobody else's ever told you that?"
"Honestly I don't usually stick around and talk. Them being all," he waved his hand at Tim, " ehh is a great time to get dressed and go ."
Tim started laughing again. "Being all 'ehh' ," he mocked Jason, "is a pretty good fucking sign you fucked them to high heaven."
"I'll take that with a grain of salt, considering your current biased state."
"Jason, I am in the perfect position to be giving this assessment."
Jason just rolled his eyes. "Let's clean you up before this shit dries."
He climbed off of the bed, and Tim sighed, but let him go. Oh well. Plenty of time to reinforce his point later. Hopefully .
Jason rather gentlemanly cleaned him up instead of just handing Tim the washcloth to do it himself, and fuck, Tim had already wanted to keep him, but now he definitely wanted to keep Jason.
"Should I go?" Jason asked, as he finished up, and threw the dirty cloth in the laundry where Tim had directed him.
A very solid 'No' was on the tip of Tim's tongue, but then he remembered Jason saying that he usually liked to leave as soon as possible. "Only if you want to," he said instead. "But I'd like it if you came and cuddled with me. Stayed the night."
Jason didn't seem to take time to think it over at all, merely crawled into bed with Tim, pulling the covers over them.
Tim smiled and immediately cuddled up to him, flopping over to sprawl mostly on top of him with a low comfortable hum, face against his chest.
Jason wrapped his arms around him, lightly scratching idly over his back and making Tim let out another little contented noise.
"Hope you know that you're so not off the hook now," he murmured against Jason. "I want this again. A billion times more."
Jason let out an amused huff. "I'm on board with that."
"Mm good."
Within a minute, Tim was sound asleep.
=×=
When he woke up the next morning, Tim felt fucking great . Mildly sore, but the way one does after a deep massage, nicely relaxed and pleasant as well. And he was snug and warm and safe feeling. Fuck yeah, he was all bundled up in Jason's arms; he could totally get used to this shit.
He snuggled closer against him with a small, pleased noise, and Jason stirred.
" Mmph ." He did not sound entirely pleased to be awake. But then, "Mornin'," he said, voice still rough with sleep, and pressed a kiss to Tim's forehead.
Tim couldn't help a small smile at that. "Morning," he greeted back, sounding pretty groggy himself.
Was it too much to hope for morning sex? Yeah, he'd just woken up, but he really wanted to fuck Jason again. He kind of really wanted to fuck Jason, actually, that being the operative word. But that required asking…
Tim gave an awkward cough. "Um. Do you…switch? Like do you ever bottom?"
Jason shrugged and made a small noncommittal noise. "Yeah. I don't have as much practise, but I like it just as well."
" Oh . Nice." Tim paused again. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He looked up at him. "Would you like to practise… now? "
Jason made a considering face. "Hmm... Yeah." He rolled on his back, pulling Tim on top of him. Tim settled comfortably between his legs, and Jason pulled him in and kissed him. "Why dont you fuck me good morning, baby."
Tim laughed and pulled back, dropping a peck on Jason's lips, before leaning over and reaching for the lube on the bedside table.
=×=
Afterward, when they were a panting, sweaty, but finally sated, mess, Tim dropped his forehead to Jason's shoulder. "Are you gonna want me to get curtains or something if you're over here a lot?" He blurted out.
Jason considered that for a moment. "Nah, that's part of the fun."
Tim gave a sort of sex-high, half-incredulous laugh, because really he thought hoping for as much would be too good to be true. "I love you," sighed, still lightly panting, and honestly maybe even half serious about it.
Jason laughed. "The way to your heart is pretty easy, huh? Just be down with getting a little freaky?"
"Pretty much." He closed his eyes as he thought about the reality of this whole thing going forward. "Oh my god, people are gonna be able to see my ass dripping your come if they just look . Oh holy shit, this is so much hotter than just jerking off."
Jason raised his eyebrows. "I dunno. Fifth floor, back from the street, not the highest probability of being seen. Guess that means we'll just have to do it a lot ."
" Yeah . Yeah. I can definitely get on board with that."