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Jason doesn’t trust Grayson one bit.
He knows his reputation. Highest ranking Captain under Admiral Wayne, graduated the Academy with flying colors, and quickly rose the ranks by killing his superiors and just straight up being competent enough that the Council let it slide. He’s ruthless, sadistically cruel, and most importantly, pragmatic.
So when Jason is ‘invited’ to join Captain Grayson’s crew, he knows it’s a bad idea, but you don’t say ‘no’ to those kinds of people. He has to settle for packing up and waiting on the spaceport for his ride, stomach burning with a mix of fear, dread, and resignation.
He can survive. He’s done it for years at the Academy and any place he worked, it always came down to knowing who he’s working for. Find out what his boss likes and dislikes, tread carefully, always mindful of the line between being too outspoken and becoming someone’s doormat. He knows how to play this game. The only difference is that he doesn’t expect Captain Grayson to fall for the same tricks he used on his previous bosses.
His transport finally arrives, a small passenger ship with the Insignia of The Titan engraved on the side. The door opens, and a man dressed up in an Imperial uniform peeks out.
He catches Jason walking towards the ship. “Are you Jason Todd?” He shouts over the noise of the ships landing and taking off nearby.
“The one and only.” Jason shouts back, stepping inside the ship. His belongings all fit inside a backpack and a modest case, and he hauls both of them up on the benches inside the ship.
As they leave the planet behind, Jason feels heavy, knowing the Titan is hovering above their heads, in all its glory, waiting in the darkness of space like a hunter setting a trap. And Jason is the willing prey.
“So, you’re Jason Todd.” Captain Grayson smiles.
Jason had never seen him in person. He actually thinks he never saw him at all, maybe only a picture or two at the Academy’s hall of fame or something. He has to admit, Grayson is exactly what he expected, while being something entirely different.
He’s wearing the Imperial black uniform, the four insignias on his chest denoting him as a Captain. Overall, he looks like a regular man: black hair, blue eyes, tan skin. But it’s what’s under all of that that makes Jason uncomfortable. The constant hint of a smile, the sharp maliciousness behind those blue eyes, and the youth at his face.
Captain Grayson isn’t much older than Jason himself. Six, seven years, give or take. Youngest Captain at the Imperial Fleet. Jason knew that, but seeing him in person and feeling the weight of his presence is a completely different experience.
He tries to remain relaxed. “Yes. Sir.” He adds quickly. Grayson’s eyes glint, and Jason sees a tug at the corner of his lips.
“Welcome to the Titan.” He says, a hint of cheerfulness to his voice that intensifies the feeling of dread in Jason’s chest. It’s not actual cheerfulness, it just sounds like it. “I’m glad you accepted our invitation so quickly.”
“Well, I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to work at the Titan.” Jason says it matter-of-factly. “One of the biggest ships in the fleet? Better than what I had for sure.”
Grayson hums, letting his lips curl into a smile. “You were indeed eager, considering you didn’t even ask what I wanted you for.”
Jason shrugs. “I’m an engineer, so… I’m guessing you want me to do that?”
It makes Grayson full-on grin, leaning back in his chair, leaving one hand on it playing with a metal cube. “You’re guessing, huh?”
Blue eyes scan him, head to toe. Jason doesn’t waver. “Am I wrong?”
“It’s just curious.” Grayson tilts his head. “You know I’m aware of your history right?” He points at a file on his desk, right in the middle. Jason glances at it. “I have your whole career in here. And what a career .”
Jason stays silent for a second, feeling his heart drum in his ears. Of course Grayson knows, he knew that. But he figured it wouldn’t be a problem. Grayson was a fleet Captain, he had no disciplinary power over whatever Jason did outside of his crew. “Is that a problem, sir?”
“It might be.” Grayson stops playing with the cube. Jason doesn’t look away from Grayson’s eyes, any sign of fear would be his doom. “I don’t like insubordination in my crew. Being in a ship is delicate business. I can’t have anyone thinking they know better and jeopardizing my entire crew.”
He pauses, as if expecting Jason to defend himself. He doesn’t. It seems to please Grayson, because he continues. “You’ve been arrested for insubordination. I was just wondering if you learned any lessons.”
Now he pauses expecting an answer, and Jason needs to talk. He rapidly replays their conversation in his head. This isn’t about what Jason learned or not, it’s about if he can give Grayson the answer he wants to hear. But he can’t lie either, lies will go right through Grayson and he will probably get into more trouble. Grayson can’t discipline him, but if he beats him up (or worse) just for the sake of it, no one is going to care.
Jason needs to be careful. He remembers what he knows about Grayson, about his ruthlessness and his personality. He takes a silent breath.
“I learned that next time, I won’t leave any doubts that I was right, sir.” He shoots in the dark. It’s a calculated risk, and if he misses it won’t be pretty, but Grayson isn’t going to kill him.
And it’s not like Jason didn’t know what he was getting into.
Something in his answer must have pleased the Captain, because he laughs. Not too loud, it’s contained, almost performative, and it makes a chill go down Jason’s spine in anticipation.
“Good.” Grayson finally says. “You seem competent, I’ve seen your resume. Back at the Academy, and at every job you worked. You’re good. But your personality is your weakness, Todd.”
“Well.” He starts, and Grayson pauses. Maybe not a good idea to interrupt, but he’s already in deep, why not push a bit more. “I can’t change my personality, even prison couldn’t. So if it’s going to be a problem, maybe I shouldn’t work here. Sir.”
Grayson seems to assess him, tilting his head thoughtfully. Jason remains completely still, standing at attention.
“That mouth of yours is going to be your downfall someday.” He concludes. “I don’t care what you say to anyone else, but if you’re in my crew, I expect you to not challenge me in public. I’m not an engineer, so I will listen to you in that regard. But don’t test me.”
Jason stays quiet, until the words dawn on him, and he frowns. “Why would I… challenge you?” If he has something he disagrees with, he won’t take it to the Captain, he’ll talk to his boss. But then Grayson smirks, and Jason feels even more uneasy.
“I want you to be Chief Engineer on the Titan.”
That makes him widen his eyes, breaking the stoic facade he was trying to maintain. “What?”
“You heard me.” Grayson leans forward on his elbows. “My ship suffered an attack by Separatists a few days ago. I lost my Chief Engineer and some of my best workers. I heard about you, and you seem to be smart enough. Competent enough.”
Jason mulls that over. Chief Engineer is big, bigger than any other job he had before. It’s a step up the ladder, and if he plays his cards right, he won’t be demoted. Better yet, if he can prove himself and earn his spot at the Titan… Considering Grayson is young, he will probably have many stable years ahead of him.
Grayson is an evil bastard, but not any worse than the stupid people Jason had to work under, or any of the instructors at the Academy, who seem to be the most sadistic people in the universe.
“I can do that.” He finally says. “Not challenge you, I mean.”
“We’ll see about that.” Grayson says. “You’re the first in a list of names I considered, so if I decide you are more trouble than you’re worth, I won’t hesitate to throw you out of an airlock. If I’m feeling generous.”
Jason has absolutely no doubt of that. “Understood, sir.”
“Good.” He pushes his chair back to stand up. Jason follows, still looking at his face. Grayson is shorter than him, but it does nothing to diminish the oppressive weight Jason feels in his presence.
“Come. You should meet your workplace.”
The Engineering deck looks exactly like any other ship Jason’s worked in. It’s deadly cold in an effort to prevent overheating, there are cables and tubes and vents everywhere, a small set of tables and chairs to the side with a coffee machine for breaks, and generally a lot of noise. Every system on a ship has to pass through Engineering, which means it’s simultaneously the most protected and most vulnerable part of the vessel.
Jason follows Grayson through the twisting hallways, passes by a few dozen engineers working and shooting them curious glances before quickly lowering their heads when Grayson passes. Jason begins to take a few details in, and quickly takes notice of repair marks, some hasty and some meticulous. Signs of the attack Grayson mentioned, probably.
They head towards the back of the deck until they reach a desk and a chair, with a monitor on top of it. Right behind it, there is what Jason guesses is a storeroom for repair parts.
Grayson stops in front of it and turns to him. “This is your desk. The computer should have all reports and logs since the ship was built. If you find anything missing, contact the bridge with a request.”
Jason nods, looking around. The engineers are busy, but they don’t seem to be in a rush. “What’s the state of the repairs, sir?”
“All heavy damage has been repaired. They’re just finishing up minor repairs and maintenance, and we’ll be ready to depart soon. Should be enough to let you get settled in.”
Jason turns to him, meeting ice-blue eyes and a sharp smile. He tries to read behind those things, but Grayson is, as expected from someone trained by Admiral Wayne himself, a complete mystery.
Before it turns into a staring contest, however, there is a noise from inside the storage room, the loud thud of something heavy hitting the floor, and a string of colorful curses. Jason snaps his head at the direction of the sound, frowning, but Grayson only rolls his eyes.
“ Engineer Harper .” He calls, absolute command in his voice.
Jason watches the door to the storage, intrigued, until a man appears. Bright red hair tied up in a loose bun, deep green eyes, and freckles, dressed up in the gray jumpsuit and orange heavy coat that is usually worn by engineers.
The man quickly jumps to attention when he spots Grayson. “Captain!”
“You’re out of the brig already, I see.” Grayson says, almost amused.
“Yep. Seven days.” The man, Harper, nods.
Grayson shakes his head. “And I see you’ve learned nothing.”
“Oh, sorry, sir.”
With an unimpressed look on his face, Grayson turns to Jason, who is slightly frowning at the other engineer. “Engineer Todd, meet Engineer Harper. He was the previous Chief Engineer’s assistant, so you can keep him or not. I’ll let you decide.”
Jason looks Harper over, thinking. “I’ll keep him. He must already know a lot about this ship, that’ll be useful.”
Grayson smiles, and Harper seems relieved.
“Good choice.” Grayson says. “He has a habit of speaking without thinking, but he’s actually pretty smart. He’ll be useful.”
Harper raises his hands in a ‘guilty as charged’ expression, and Jason wonders just how useful he will be.
The ‘brig’ part that Grayson mentioned gives Jason new insight on how Grayson runs things. He seems to measure people’s worth by how much use they have, as opposed to how much trouble they cause. It explains why he invited Jason to be Chief Engineer, even with his history.
It makes something grow in his chest. Something like excitement.
“I’ll let Harper catch you up on the rest of Engineering.” Grayson says, already turning around. “My line is in the system, but I expect you to only bother me if it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Understood, sir.”
And then Grayson just leaves, and the feeling of dread sets in Jason’s stomach again. He knows this isn’t how it ends. There’s always something more, some inner motive, something lurking in the shadows to get back at him when he least expects it. It’s how he’s lived his entire life, and Grayson’s reputation precedes him. So it leaves Jason on edge, waiting for the blow that hasn’t come yet.
He’s momentarily distracted by Harper’s voice calling him. “So, you’re the new Chief Engineer.”
Jason turns to him, taking a step closer and offering his hand. “Jason Todd.” It won’t hurt to start friendly.
Harper shakes his hand, his grip firm and energetic. “Roy Harper. Thanks for keeping me as Assistant Engineer.”
Jason shrugs. “For now. Let’s see what you’re made of, and maybe I won’t change my mind.”
“Ouch. Alright, sir, I’ll do my best.” Roy winks, and Jason looks him over again, now that they’re closer.
There’s a hollowness to his cheeks, one that comes from spending too long with too little food, and dark bags under his eyes that show he hasn’t got a good night’s sleep in a while. And just above the collar of his shirt, mostly hidden by the collar of his jacket, are the familiar marks of another type of collar, one Jason knows too well. Yeah, Roy looks like someone who just spent seven days in the brig, but he seems well enough to go back to work. A week isn’t that long.
He lets Roy take him around the deck and list where everything is. Ships are never built too differently from each other in mechanical terms, quite on purpose, otherwise Engineers would have a hard time and school would be almost worthless. The Titan isn’t an exception, and Jason can quickly identify where everything is, but it’s safer to have someone confirm it.
While they go around, Jason also has time to assess the damage better. The spots that were more hastily repaired were probably those done during the battle, when there was no time for meticulousness and they just had to get everything running as soon as possible. The other spots, repaired with more care, were clearly done post-battle. Jason makes a note to have the engineers check the hasty repair and reinforce them.
Unfortunately Roy can tell him almost nothing about the attack, because he wasn’t in Engineering. According to him, he got sent to the brig a day before the attack happened, so he only got to hear the noise and, in his words, ‘pray for his life’.
When they’re back at Jason’s desk, while he’s sitting down and checking his new computer, and Roy is leaning against the desk, Jason decides to ask the question.
“Why did you get sent to the brig?”
Roy pauses, posture relaxed. He doesn’t look at Jason. “I tried to kill the Chief Engineer.”
Jason keeps his face neutral. He turns to look at the monitor. “No, you got sent to the brig because you failed.”
Roy laughs, throwing his head back. “Damn right. I underestimated him. Dude was a fucking pig, but he was fast.” Jason sees Roy look at him from the corner of his eye.
Jason still doesn’t look at him, but there’s the feeling of dread again. Of course, Roy might seem like an idiot, but he’s in the Titan.
Idiots don’t survive long.
Later that night, after Captain Grayson announces to the whole ship over comms that Jason is the new Chief Engineer, Jason gets called to the Captain’s quarters, and he feels the punch coming from a mile away. So he leaves everything neat on his desk, straightens his clothes, and heads to Grayson’s quarters while keeping the most neutral expression he can conjure.
The automatic doors open to let him in, and when they close it’s completely silent. Grayson is sitting behind his desk, relaxed, playing with a metal cube. Right back where they started.
“Did you settle well?” Captain Grayson asks, tone casual, a slight smile on his face.
“Yes, sir.” Jason is careful with his words this time. “I took some time to assess the damage we still have to repair, and some repairs that need to be redone.”
“Efficient, I see.” Grayson leans in, resting his chin on his free hand. “I like that.”
Jason shifts, putting his hands behind his back in attention. “Thank you, sir.”
“Hm. Did you get to talk to Harper? I know he loves talking.”
“Yes, sir. I asked him to show me around the deck.”
Grayson looks more relaxed now, eyelids dropping slightly, but his eyes get a certain tinge to them, something that makes Jason’s hair stand on end.
“Did he tell you why he got sent to the brig?”
Jason nods, slowly. “Yes, sir.”
Grayson smirks. “He’s a good one, Harper. Don’t let his appearance fool you. You gotta have a strong hand on him, or he’ll start getting bored.”
“I’ll… keep that in mind, sir.”
“Good.” Grayson leans back in his chair, letting go of the cube. “Come here.”
Jason freezes for a moment. He knows what happens now, he’s been expecting it since the moment he stepped into the ship. Yet some part of him resists, the part that always gets him into trouble, the part that burns with rage and indignation and pride and he knows it’s pointless. So it takes him a moment, a set of his jaw that he’s sure Grayson notices, but eventually he steps forward, stopping right in front of the desk.
“Closer.” Grayson says, turning in his chair and motioning for Jason to approach. Jason steps around the desk, turning to face the Captain. “ Closer .”
Jason steps forward, until he’s almost touching Grayson’s knees. The Captain looks up at him, casually opening his legs.
“Kneel.”
There is another tug at Jason’s chest and he needs to close his fists until his nails dig into the palms of his hands. He looks down, at the floor, and Grayson waits patiently in silence, until Jason manages to unlock his muscles enough to drop to his knees between Grayson’s legs.
He feels his face burn, and he tries to look anywhere but the crotch in front of him, or the face looking down at him, but it doesn’t matter because he’s surrounded by Grayson everywhere. Something boils at the pitch of his stomach, unpleasant.
He feels a hand touching his chin, tugging firmly, and he has no choice but to lift his face to look into Grayson’s cold blue eyes. He looks completely unaffected, the same detached smile from before still on his face.
“I like that fire in your eyes, Todd.” He says. “It’s not a bad thing. The rage, the pride, I think it’s worth cultivating. You’re my Chief Engineer after all, I would be disappointed if you were just sheep.”
Jason doesn’t say anything, not while Grayson’s hand is still under his chin, and a thumb strokes across his lower lip. He holds his gaze, and hopes it doesn’t waver.
“But I think it’s always good to remind you of your place here.” Grayson’s smile turns marginally sharper. “You’re new, after all.”
He lets go of Jason’s chin and leans back, letting his chin rest on his fist, leaning on the arm of the chair. Jason searches his face for a hint, but Grayson is not even smiling anymore. It makes Jason’s heart beat faster in his chest.
“Why don’t you start by unzipping me?” Comes the unmistakable command.
Jason takes a deep breath and reaches up, but Grayson stops him. “Uh-uh. No hands allowed today, pet.”
A new wave of rage and shame comes over him, burning in his face and his chest, and something in his stomach churns at the nickname. His fists clench where they rest at his thighs, and he swallows around the rage, before leaning into Grayson’s crotch.
He tries not to touch anything unnecessarily, baring his teeth when he finds the zipper, closing them around it and slowly pulling it down. The position is awkward, the fabric of the pants too wrinkled for the zipper to come down smoothly, but he’s not trying to put on a show, so he focuses on being efficient around the edges until the zipper is down to the end. He leans back, glaring at Grayson from under his lashes, but it only seems to amuse him.
“Well?” He raises an eyebrow. “Go on. I’m sure you’ve done this before. Show me how you impressed your previous superiors.”
The implication– and the reminder– make Jason grit his teeth. Of course Grayson wouldn’t let this be something detached, of course he would probe at something deeper, nastier inside of Jason.
Jason’s glare doesn’t relent, he can’t stop it at this point, but he leans back into Grayson’s crotch, until his face is buried there, in his underwear. He breathes in, and there’s a swell of relief when he doesn’t smell anything weird, just laundry soap. He’s done worse, he reminds himself. He opens his mouth, leaning lower, and mouths at Grayson’s cock over his underwear.
Grayson doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t react at all. At least in the past the people Jason had to please were eager, open, and he could get it done in a few minutes. Something tells him he’s going to need to put more effort with Grayson. He continues to mouth down the line of his cock, feeling his shape and his length, until he reaches the tip, letting his tongue peek out to give an experimental lick.
Still no response from above, but Jason is determined. He licks more, feeling the fabric grow damp under his tongue, until he can close his mouth around the tip of Grayson’s cock and suck. There is a minuscule twitch, though nothing from Grayson himself, but Jason counts it as a small victory.
He licks and sucks up the line of his cock until he reaches the hem of his underwear. He buries his nose into Grayson’s lower belly, licking at the bare skin there, tasting nothing but dull flesh. Grayson is still leaning on his hand, almost bored, but he hasn’t complained yet. Jason goes lower, wraps his teeth around the hem of his underwear, and pulls down carefully until Grayson’s still flaccid cock springs out.
“Hm. Not bad. You really have done this before, huh?”
Jason tightens his teeth around the fabric to stop a growl from coming out, but Grayson finally moves, opening his legs wider and sliding his hips lower, allowing Jason to tug the hem of his underwear behind his balls so it doesn’t snap back up. Jason pulls back a bit, breathing just a little harder, and takes the sight before him. There is a light trail of dark hair coming down from Grayson’s navel and pooling above his cock, still flaccid so it’s impossible to tell how big it will get, but Jason is guessing it won’t be any monstrosity.
With the fabric out of the way, he leans back in, wrapping his lips around the tip of Grayson’s cock and sucking lightly. He lets the tip run over his tongue, sliding down further, until it hits the back of his throat, and like that he can almost take all of it. He pulls back, tonguing at the tip, and feels another twitch for his efforts.
But it’s still too slow, and a hint of panic starts rising in his chest. He feels trapped in foreign territory, and he wishes Grayson would just tell him what to do, but of course he won’t make it so easy. It’s not about the sex, Jason knows. It’s about power.
And with that, it’s like a lightbulb goes inside of Jason’s head. He remembers why Grayson brought him here, what he wants, what sets him apart from the other officers in the fleet.
Jason takes another moment to swallow his pride and looks up from under his eyelashes, into Grayson’s eyes, taking his cock in his mouth again. He doesn’t break eye contact, just takes him almost to the base, feels it hit the back of his throat, and moans .
He’s finally rewarded with a reaction, Grayson’s lips curling into a smile and his eyes glinting, while his cock starts coming to life in Jason’s mouth. He pulls back, letting it slide over his tongue, stops at the tip and sucks again, before sliding back in.
He doesn’t stop looking, lets Grayson take in the sight of his face, flushed with anger and humiliation, lips stretching around his rapidly hardening cock, and he knows it does the trick. Soon enough Grayson is fully hard, and Jason can no longer take all of him without gagging.
Grayson raises his free hand to tangle his fingers in Jason’s hair, running them through his curls. Jason bobs his head, lips stretched uncomfortably now around his girth, but he takes him as far as he can, which is about midway, and he wishes he could use his hands. But this is about power, he remembers.
“You look good like this.” Grayson says, and Jason lets himself moan around him. Grayson’s smile grows wider at that, sharper. “With a cock in your mouth. I bet that’s how you made it this far, isn’t it? With your personality, I was surprised no one decided to get rid of you, but I see now.”
Jason’s face burns with shame, because it’s true. Too often he’s got into more trouble than he should, and too often he had to drop to his knees in front of some idiot to give them a blowjob, and all was forgiven. And Jason knows everyone does that, knows Grayson has probably done his fair share to get where he is, but the knowledge burns inside of him and he feels something bitter burn in his stomach.
“I’m sure you did better than this, though.” Grayson’s hand tightens in his hair, and he moans again. “You can do better, can’t you, pet?”
He tugs at Jason’s hair, pulling him down along his cock, until it hits the back of Jason’s throat and he gags, trying to pull back, but the hand in his hair is unrelenting. “Now c’mon, breathe through your nose, you know how to do this.”
Jason knows, of course he does, but he hasn’t had to do it in a long time, because he usually has his hands. He tries not to panic when Grayson’s hand forces him down and his throat closes. He closes his eyes and focuses on breathing through his nose, listens to his heartbeat drumming in his ears, thinks that maybe it won’t last much longer if he complies. At least Grayson is telling him what to do now, it’s easier to detach himself and follow instructions.
He manages to get his throat to relax, and feels Grayson’s cock slide further down and it burns, but he’s breathing. He leaves his eyes closed, and the darkness helps, makes him feel like he is drifting away with every slide of Grayson’s cock in his throat.
And then he feels his nose brush against Grayson’s pubic hair, and he can’t breathe anymore. He’s taken him whole, feels his length impossibly big, and somewhere in the back of his mind he registers that it’s not that long, it just feels like it because it’s too deep and he’s not breathing. He tries to jerk back, but Grayson keeps him there, hand tugging at his hair while the other cups the back of his head to hold him.
“Shh, now. You’re doing so well. Look at you, I knew you could take it. Like a good whore.”
Jason feels his eyes burn, and he doesn’t know if it’s from the shame or from not having air in his lungs for what feels like an eternity. He gags, makes a horrible noise around Grayson’s cock, and hears him chuckle above him, but he still holds him there. Jason can't hold his hands back, he grabs Grayson's thighs in a plea and feels his throat spasm around his length.
Just when his vision is starting to go blurry, Grayson pulls him back by his hair, and Jason feels the painful burn of his cock as it slides out of his throat until he can breathe again. He gasps, then immediately chokes on air, coughing and trying to get oxygen back into his lungs.
Grayson doesn’t let go of his hair, but waits until his coughing fit is done and Jason can look at him again. He meets Grayson’s eyes and they’re still the same cold blue, but somewhat glazed now, his cheeks slightly flushed, and among the pain Jason feels relief that his performance is working. And beneath that, something darker twists in Jason’s chest, a sickly, tainted sense of pride as Jason thinks ‘ I did that ’.
Grayson’s eyes meet his, and he grins wide and sharp, letting his free hand stroke at Jason’s face and wipe at the tears that slid down his cheek. “What a good pet. I knew I made the right decision getting you.”
He talks like Jason is a thing, an object to be acquired, and he can’t hold back the low moan that rips from his throat. Grayson’s smile drops, replaced by something darker, more predatory, and he yanks Jason by his hair down on his cock again.
This time Jason doesn’t panic, just closes his eyes and relaxes his throat as Grayson grabs his head with both hands and moves him up and down, setting a harsh pace that makes Jason’s neck ache, and he feels used like he’s never been before. Grayson pants and grunts above him while he uses Jason like a fleshlight, and Jason feels himself slip away in the darkness.
That is until Grayson pulls him back until just the tip of his cock remains inside Jason’s mouth, and Jason opens his eyes to see Captain Dick Grayson come inside his mouth, cheeks flushed and eyes closed as he throws his head back. Jason sucks at the head of his cock, feeling the bitter taste of his semen on his tongue and his throat, milking him through his orgasm until his cock twitches and a last spurt of cum lands on his tongue.
Grayson finally pulls him out of his softening cock and looks back at him, eyes dark with lust, but still impossibly sharp. He lets go of Jason’s hair to tuck himself back into his underwear and zip his pants back up, but Jason stays there, staring up at him, trying to get his breathing to slow down.
Grayson leans back in his chair and reaches out for Jason’s chin again, running his thumb over his bottom lip. He meets Jason’s eyes, and they glint even in the dim light of the room.
“Open up, pet.”
Jason does, and shows Grayson the sight of his own cum on Jason’s tongue. He hears Grayson’s breath hitch just for a moment, but it’s enough for that dark poisonous pride to twist in his chest again.
Grayson’s lips twitch into a smile. “So good. Now, swallow for me.”
Jason does, opening up again to show his empty mouth, and Grayson’s grin widens. “You really are something, Jason Todd.”
Jason closes his mouth and lightly licks his lips, leveling Grayson with his own dark stare. “Thank you, sir.”
His voice comes out raspy from his abused throat, and Grayson huffs a chuckle, and finally lets go of Jason’s face. “Stand up, Chief Engineer.”
Jason’s knees scream at him from supporting his weight for so long, but he doesn’t let it show in his face as he stands up, removing his hands from where they were still resting on Grayson’s thighs. He looks down at his Captain now, awaiting new orders.
“So, what did you learn today, Engineer Todd?” Grayson asks, voice completely calm and leveled as if he didn’t just choke the life out of Jason on his cock.
“That I’m below you, sir.” He says, because he’s pretty sure that there are many ways to put it, but ultimately this was about teaching Jason his place in the hierarchy.
“Mhm.” Grayson nods, pleased. “You are. I’m your Captain, and I’ll remind you of that as many times as necessary. I like your fire, but you better not direct it at me. I won’t tolerate it.”
Jason nods curtly. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
And he does. He understands that as much as the rage burns in his chest, as much as it consumes him from within, he will have to keep it down if he wants to remain in the Titan.
“Good.” Grayson says, his tone final, and Jason waits to be dismissed so he can go back to his room to throw up. “And one more thing.”
Jason tenses involuntarily when Grayson pushes his chair back to stand up, so close to him that Jason can see the darker blue streaks in his eyes. He’s a few inches taller than Grayson, but he feels crowded over when Grayson leans in to whisper in his ear.
“I’m the only one above you on this ship.” He says, voice low and dark, and Jason lets out a breath because he understands. Grayson chuckles again, and leans back away. “Dismissed, Chief Engineer.”
Jason gives him a salute and drags his feet out of the room and back to his own.
As soon as he’s back inside his quarters, the door closed behind him and keeping the world out, he slides down to his knees and breathes.
He can do this.