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Jason slouched back against the small sofa in the safe house, watching Roy opposite him, the vibrant flush in the ginger's cheeks, that he could only assume he shared, was a clear sign of his intoxication. They sat in a comfortable quiet, the only noises being the occasional hiccup or slight thud of a bottle being put too heavily back on the ground and the consistent hum of Jason’s old vinyl player, some random record Bruce had gotten him playing as background noise.
Jason found himself staring at Roy, taking note of every one of his features, despite being hidden by the excessive makeup he’d gotten into. They’d done it as a gag, at least Roy had. Some shitty, over-dramatised drag look. A shitty wig they’d bought at one of those weird Halloween shops that was out of business 11 months of the year and was most definitely a cover up for a drug operation. Jason knew Roy looked stupid, Black eyeliner taking up almost an eighth of his face, the rest covered by varying shades of reds and pinks, blushes and lipsticks, eye shadows too, But Jason also knew that newly familiar feeling of arousal towards him. He denied it at first, before settling on the fact that it was because he was dressed as a chick, nothing more, nothing less. Jason wasn’t gay.
He wasn’t. He couldn’t be. Not when so much was already wrong with him.
Bruce knew Dick was gay, bisexual. To Jason, they were the same thing. But Dick could do no wrong, he was the golden boy, the boy saviour. Dick was perfect. In his eyes, in Bruce’s eyes, in everyone’s. Jason was as far from that as one could be. He was brash, he acted often before thinking, he was angry. Of course, he hadn’t always been, not as robin. But things had changed, He’d changed. He corrupted, much like all else in Gotham, clearly except for Dick. Jason just couldn’t shake off the paranoia that if Bruce found out his hidden fantasies, the rise in strange, obscure feelings towards other men, he’d be disappointed, disgusted. He didn’t even live with Bruce anymore, why did he care so much?
“Jaybird? Y’allright?” Roy’s voice, hazy with alcohol and weed, broke through Jason’s thoughts. And he looked up at the older man, trying to shake off his soured mood. Thankfully, or perhaps not, a quick glance over Roy left that feeling to be exchanged for a slight tightening of the coil in his gut, much to his own disgust.
“Fine… Just need another drink.” Jason murmured, reaching silently for the half drunk bottle of vodka, stained pink by Roy’s lipstick. He tilted his head back, taking a too long shot, ignoring the burn the alcohol left on his adolescent throat. “Shit..” He murmured, dropping the bottle back to the ground, luckily too short of a distance for it to break open and spill the liquid the two both so desperately sought.
Slowly, quiet conversation filled the room, the pair flitting between sentences and topics, often replies taking a few moments to develop due to their drunken state, however, neither seemed to care. Eventually, the conversation led Roy to say something that caused Jason to pause.
“There is no hope of love for me. From here on I’ll go stag.” Mildly out of place, but awfully fitting for both participants in their conversation. Roy had had a rocky past with relationships, His former fling with Dick was a sour spot for both of them, it had been messy and left a jealous taste on Jason’s tongue, his relationship with Kori was sweet, until it wasn’t and she left their ramshackle team. Jason on the other hand, had never been in a relationship. Something he couldn’t help but feel an overbearing sense of shame about. He hadn’t had time for a girlfriend when he’d been robin, and from 15 to 16 he was fairly unable to date. And then after his revival, he’d had a few one night stands, but the scars often scared people off, or he did, he could never be too sure.
Recounting his teenage years, Jason could rarely think of times he’d found girls attractive. But that didn’t mean he was gay, he wasn’t gay, he wasn’t a faggot. He just.. Hadn’t found the right one. Instead, he answered Roy quietly, his voice shockingly solemn. “It seems fate for us both.”
Jason returned his gaze to Roy, and one thought echoed in his mind, despite him trying to push it out. The only girl I’ll ever love is Roy in drag… Shit.
“I’ve always been a ladies man.” Jason murmured suddenly, unsure whether he was trying to convince Roy or himself.
“Mhm?” Roy tilted his head animatedly. “I’ve never had one type, Girls, guys, dunno. Just want someone.”
Jason chuckled slightly, his eyes peeling open again, he hadn’t realised they’d shut.
“I’ve never been with a guy.”
Roy stared at him for a moment, and Jason almost let himself believe he could see a reciprocated sense of attraction in the elders gaze. “Would you? Be with a guy, i mean.”
“I’m not a fag.” Jason murmured, too quickly. “Not that there's anything wrong with it.. I just, im not a fag. Don’t try force it onto me.” He muttered, grasping the Vodka once more and downing a shot, trying to distract himself from the stupidity of his words, and more importantly, the look of hurt on Roy’s face.
Several hours, and many shots, later, the conversation had ended. And Jason was simply left staring at Roy once more, his eyes scanning the older boy’s frame, taking in the way the dress that he assumed was once Kori’s, clung to Roy’s hips and slim frame. Stick him in a dress and he’s the only boy i’d shag. The only boy i’d anything is Roy in drag. If only he could forget Roy was a boy.
“Huh?” Roy called, shit, had Jason said that out loud?
“Nothin’.”
“Jason.. Do you really feel that way?” Roy murmured, though they were both far too drunk to have this conversation, Roy continued. “Would you never try?”
“No, even if I did, who would I try it out with?” Jason grunted, watching him closely, taking notice of the way Roy turned towards him.
“Me..?” And before Jason could understand, Roy was crawling slowly towards him, the pace at which he moved left Jason ample time to move if he was uncomfortable, however, Jason was too hyperfixated on the sway of Roy’s hips, the way the dress clung to the other man's ass and left a gap at his chest, providing Jason a perfect view of Roy's surprisingly cleanly-trimmed chest. Jason was mesmerized, he hardly reacted when Roy was on his lap. Only remembering he existed when Roy's fingers tilted his chin up so their eyes could meet. “Try it Jaybird.. Tell me to stop and I will. Please.”
And for once, Jason was left speechless, his mouth hung open like a fish out of water. Roy seemed to take this as a sign to continue, and soon the ginger’s lips were on his, and they were lost in a passionate kiss, all of Jason’s earlier homophobic comments were thrown out the window as he let himself melt into Roy. His hands sliding up, though hesitantly to Roy’s hips, squeezing gently at the fat above them. Eventually, the pair broke apart, and their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mixing as they panted into the short distance between their lips.
“Good..?” Roy asked quietly, sounding almost insecure, Jason feared that he was at fault for this unusual tone for Roy.
“Good… Kiss me again Roy, please.” Jason begged, his hands sliding to Roy's thighs, stroking the muscle through Roy’s velvet dress. Roy didn’t give any verbal response, instead, his lips connected to Jason’s once more. And Jason knew he was fucked, because he was obsessed with the way Roy’s lips felt against his own. Sure, he’d enjoyed the kisses shared with former partners, Kori was an amazing kisser, but Jason could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, his jeans tightening as his cock plumped under Roy’s ass, his lips chasing after Roy’s when the older boy pulled back. He almost had to restrain himself from letting out a desperate, drunken whine.
“Bed..?” Roy whispered, and Jason nodded. Letting the other man get off his lap because he wasn’t sure how well he could trust himself to carry him the short few metres to the bed with how shaky his legs were and how weak his knees felt.
Roy practically turned on him the second they arrived at the foot of Jason’s bed, A cougar pouncing on his prey. Pinning Jason, the rabbit, perhaps, roughly to the bed. In moments, Jason’s shirt was cast aside, his belt somewhat unbuckled, Roy’s dress was sliding off his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to care, focused on stroking his fingers along Jason’s abdomen. He hesitated for a moment, before sliding his hand further up Jason’s chest, and his fingers clasped around Jason’s pebbled nipple, pinching the nub. Having to restrain himself from coming untouched at the moan that rocketed from Jason’s lips. Roy slowly slid his knee against Jason’s clothed crotch, watching as he ground up against it. Roy himself thickening up in his own pants.
“Fuck Jaybird. You’re so sexy like this.” Jason practically preened at the praise, grinding up ever more desperately, trying to find any release.
“Let me fuck you Roy, please..” Jason cried, and Roy couldn’t deny him, thankfully, he was fairly stretched out from his prior ‘activities’. And didn’t need to waste either of their precious time stretching himself out, Perhaps thankfully, because he wasn’t too sure Jason would have a clue what to do.
Jason’s hands flew to his jeans, quickly undoing his belt and removing it with his jeans and boxers at once, His dick, at full mast, smacked against his stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum that had began collecting at his pink tip. Every part of him was beautiful to Roy.
Jason stared up at Roy, watching the ginger strip, his dick twitching as more and more of his flushed, freckled skin was revealed, He was lean, and so incredibly sexy. His freckles seemed to cover every inch of skin, his dick was coated with them, and stuck out from his body, flushed as vibrant a pink as his warm cheeks. He was so gorgeous, as though sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
Jason pulled his hands back around Roy, slowly tugging him onto his lap. Watching as the other man raised his hips, and held Jason’s cock upright, slowly sliding himself onto Jason.
Jason lurched forward as the too-sensitive tip of his cock breached Roy’s ass, a moan erupting from his lips, The sudden pressure around his dick almost making him cum already. Eventually, however, he shifted back, suggesting to Roy that he could continue his slow descent onto Jason’s cock, giving himself time to ajust once fully seated, however, it was convenient for the both of them, as thankfully it was preventing him from cumming so fast, and Roy would never let it go if he did.
Roy was deliciously tight, the squeeze of his ass around Jason’s cock was almost unreal, causing repetitive waves of pleasure to wash over Jason, forcing him to be drunk over another thing. Slowly, Roy began to roll his hips, and a soft groan slid from Jason’s throat, he may have been ashamed if Roy’s desperate whine didn’t reciprocate the throes of their pleasure.
They were both gone. Lost completely in each other, sweet thrusts bringing them both closer to their peaks, neither could shame the other for cumming too quickly if they came together. It seemed almost like the coil tightening in each of them was shared, as when i snapped, it snapped at once for both, Jason came, thrusting his cum deep into Roy’s ass, while’s Roy’s cum splattered over both of their chests, though considerably more ended up on Jason, not like he seemed particularly bothered, to drunk on his own orgasm.
They sat in a comfortable silence for far too long, panting against eachothers shoulders, Jason was almost about to speak, when he noticed Roy had began to fall asleep. It was adorable, as much as he hated to admit it. So as gently as possible, he shifted roy onto his back in Jason’s bed, and pulled out of the depths of his ass. Practically collapsing beside him.
When Jason awoke the next morning, he found himself praying it had all been some sick wet dream, but one glance to Roy’s naked, sleeping form beside him, dried cum coating his inner thighs. Crushed that thought, and he was left to face his actions.
Jason stared at Roy's face, the smudged makeup that seemed one of few feminine hints on the boy. A pity she does not exist, Jason thought. I’ll never see that girl again, he did it as a gag. I’ll pine away forevermore for Roy in drag.
“The only girl I'll ever love is Roy Harper in drag.” He whispered, thankful Roy was sleeping through this revelation.