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Engine off and the surroundings are deathly quiet.
Key out of the ignition.
Windows rolled all the way up.
Jason bounces a little off the backseats of this tiny sedan as his backside hits it.
The car is a cheap thing by any standard that a man like Bruce Wayne would fucking know. But it's paid for in cash with no strings attached and the backseat windows are tinted even if its interiors reek of the little pine tree air freshener that dangles from the rearview mirror.
They are pulled off onto a small dirt road off of the main winding streets of Bristol. It's hardly lover's lane but they are about to make it one when Bruce already has a hand shoved down the front of Jason's jeans and Jason is sticking his tongue out to catch at the sweat dripping down the hollow of Bruce's throat.
Jason pulls a condom out of his back pocket and hands it to Bruce, rolling his eyes when Bruce raises an eyebrow at him even as he takes the condom from him.
“Be real, old man. Like we weren’t going to fuck?” Jason continues, lifting his hips from the seats so Bruce can pull his jeans down the rest of the way. “You wanted to live out your fantasy of teaching your son how to drive stick. Let me live out mine of getting fucked in the backseat of a shitty sedan by my dad.”
“Teaching you to drive isn't a kink.”
“Whatever you say, pops.”
Jason barks out a laugh that is sharp and crass, making sure to place every ounce of emphasis on that last word because of course he would, he could. Quirking his lips up at both corners as he does, drawing all of Bruce's attention to the way his mouth is still wet and red from the sheer number of kisses he's dragged Bruce into on the drive over despite common sense or any regard for basic road safety.
It isn't like Jason doesn't know how to drive.
He does, he just doesn't have any kind of legitimate license. Not in Gotham City, not in the rest of this continent. Not that it's ever been an issue before when Jason Todd is still very much legally dead to the world. It isn't like anyone is foolish enough to pull Red Hood over and ask him for his license and registration. There are usually far more pressing problems for the officer involved if Red Hood actually brakes on his motorcycle and stops for the cops.
Still, Bruce is actually the worst teacher.
But then again, it's probably quite fitting that Jason is hardly a model student for him.
“Ja—”
“Gonna show me what's under the hood next?” Jason rolls down the window a crack so the condensation that will surely form can dissipate, same with the cigarette smoke when he knows he will be craving one in due time. A good hard fuck always has him wanting when he inevitably lights one up after he goes crawling into Bruce's bed. “Or, you’d rather get a personal lesson on how to jack a tire?”
This time, Jason’s emphasis is on the word jack, says it with so much euphemism in it that Bruce nearly grimaces to Jason's amusement. His hands reach for Bruce, undoes the top few buttons on the other man's shirt. His eyes going hazy at the way Bruce's skin is revealed to him, long clever fingers tangling in the small smattering of chest hair that the man hasn't shaved.
Jason doesn't let himself linger, no matter how much he wants to.
Not when he has another idea in mind.
He is already moving before he can settle. Even if it's probably just as filthy and unsanitary as though he's making Bruce use grease for lube, Jason fully intends to have this come to full fruition.
He moves away from Bruce completely, folding himself in between the two front seats and contorting himself above the gear shift. Jason finds that he is still just as flexible as when he was Robin. As much as it kills him to keep quiet, he won't make a comment about his first run at a vigilante career because it makes Bruce all sad and mopey and he needs the man to be hot and bothered to match Jason's own libido right now.
Yes, it's selfish.
It's also inevitable.
He takes the condom back from Bruce and rips it open with his teeth. A careless toss of the foil package behind him and he is planting his feet down on each of the front seats. His sneakers are tracking dirty imprints everywhere but it only makes him hotter when he is effectively down to his underwear and only the backseat windows are remotely tinted.
Jason didn't think he is a voyeur, but then again.
As he kicks off his underwear and flings it at Bruce who catches it in the air and shoves it deep into the back pocket of his pants despite Jason's embarrassed mutter of fucking pervert, Jason knows he is willing to be a lot of things, voyeur included, if only because it involves Bruce. And isn't that an uncomfortable truth.
A wide spread of his thighs and he feels brazened by his own shameless display as he bares himself to Bruce. Reaching down past his half hard cock, Jason rolls the condom onto the gear shift of the car in a practiced move even if he's never done this before.
It is only then that Bruce puts it together, this brilliant idea of his.
Jason can't help but grin as he sees the way it dawns on Bruce.
Straddling that center console, Jason eases himself down to the sight of Bruce's wide eyed stare, pupils blown all big and dark. He likes the look of surprise on Bruce's face, makes him look vulnerable in a way he rarely is.
Even with the lube on the condom making it wet and slick, it still makes for quite the stretch to get the gear shift inside. It's nothing like any of the dildos or butt plugs Jason is accustomed to, not when it's shaped so differently. Most toys are narrow at the tip and thick at the base but the gear shift on this car is quite the opposite: A rounded head fit for the grip of a familiar hand and a slender handle that moves with each shift of the gear stick as you tear through the idyllic backroads of Bristol.
It's a lot.
To say the least.
Jason throws his head back, breathing hard and harsh through gritted teeth while the insistent pressure mounts and mounts against his soft wet rim. Rocking gingerly back and forth on a stilted sway, he adds a few fingers of his own to tease and tug while he forces himself to relax. It still takes some time, and more of it has to do with the anticipation than the actual thing. He bears his full weight down on it before the thick head of the gear shift finally fucks into him in whole.
He gasps out loud at the hardness. He groans at the way the rounded head pushes against his insides without any give a real cock or even a silicone toy would have. It's unforgiving as it nudges its way in, spreading his passage wide apart as it makes room to fit. Bruce never once looks away, eyes filled with heat, watching entranced right where Jason is working himself up and down on the gear shift of the car at such an agonizing pace.
Bruce always seems to find his prostate with ease, but when Jason is fucking himself down on the gear shift, it doesn't feel nearly as easy to do the same. It doesn't feel good the way Bruce always makes it even when he is only teasing a single finger inside of him. His inner thighs tremble and shake with how the gear shift opens him up, all his muscles drawn into one tense line as he holds himself up with effort and brings himself down with just as much on the center console.
“Tilt your hips back.” Bruce guides him, seeing the frustration in the furrow of Jason's brows when the intrusion starts and stops at being just an intrusion and nothing more.
Jason bites back on a whine, leaves the protest to die on his tongue. For once, he follows suit with Bruce's words before stuttering to an abrupt stop when the gear shift grinds into a spot in him that has him seeing stars. Bruce doesn't smirk, but he does lean forward to wrap a large hand around Jason's fully hard cock, straining and practically weeping precum now. Jason lets out a soft whimper that has his lashes fluttering from the pure shot of pleasure that runs up his spine.
"Feels good like this, isn't that right, son?" Bruce's voice is low and rough and warm with arousal while his grip is all hot and tight, squeezing down around the base of Jason's cock when he gets too close too fast.
Jason just knows how to nod, panting audibly now as the hard gear shift digs against his tender insides, scraping against each pleasant weak spot in him. Even if he tries his best, there is no getting used to such a foreign sensation when it bullies his insides like this. Each time it fills him up, it has Jason choking, entirely overwhelmed. And Bruce isn't helping when he is pumping him slowly, working the length of Jason's cock at the same pace Jason is lifting his hips and dropping down onto the gear shift.
It's perfect the way he jerks him off, working him right over the edge with a thumb just teasing at the sensitive tip until it's all too much. Exactly the way he likes it when it's his own hand around his cock. Jason comes spurting in Bruce's hand, coats his palm in his seed and leaves his fingers wet with his release.
He is still panting when Bruce carefully eases him off of the gear shift, bodily dragging Jason back into the backseats with him while the rest of him is still pliant with pleasure. The same fingers that were just wrapped around Jason's cock are now at the seam of his mouth and Jason opens up eagerly for them. He laves at each digit, chasing the taste of himself while he exchanges the center console of the car for Bruce's lap, straddling the man in the backseat and feeling the way Bruce's erection rubs up against his own soft cock.
Little kitten licks with the tip of his tongue and then a broad swipe to catch every last drop, Jason diligently cleans up his own mess from Bruce's hand without ever being asked in any proper words.
He lets go of the man's wrist just to make Bruce taste him too, drawing him in for a kiss that is more tongue than lips. He only pulls back when even the taste of his release is gone and they are both breathless from the kiss. Somehow, Bruce still manages to look about five seconds from devouring Jason whole with the way he keeps leaning back in to suck at Jason's tongue, biting down on the swell of his bottom lip.
“You got a spare?” Jason asks, barely a breath's distance away.
They are both eyeing the last condom Jason had on him and the way it is still on the gear shift that was just inside of him before Bruce answers. “No, I don't. Didn't think I was doing anything more than teaching you to drive stick.”
“So much for mister always-be-prepared-for-any-situation-ever.” It doesn't quite roll off the tongue like he wants it, but Jason still chastises him with a tut, undoing the button and the fly to take Bruce's straining cock out from his pants. A glance up from beneath his lashes to catch Bruce's eyes and Jason is fighting back a terrible grin again. “Is this how you get all the girls to let you hit it raw?”
“Jason.” Bruce warns, furrow between his brows like he disapproves. And it's like he doesn't know Jason at all because Jason is always going to take every opportunity to make it embarrassing for Bruce.
“What? It's not like I won't put out even without one.” Jason is up on raised knees, reaching down between them and he is already guiding the flushed head of Bruce's cock to his hole, rim all prepped and properly stretched albeit on a rather unconventional toy.
“I wasn't doubting that.” Both of Bruce's huge hands take back their personal claim on each side of Jason's hips, thumbs digging into the divot of Jason's pelvis while those fingers clamp down against the flesh of his ass, and Bruce takes over in full. It never fails to make Jason shiver or his knees wobble dangerously when he gets so weak for how Bruce can get. "But you'll find I'm quite prepared, Jason."
"Y-yeah?" Jason breathes out, skipping a beat where his heart hammers in his chest, so distracted by the way the head of Bruce's cock keeps nudging right against his hole, catching at his rim, barely dipping in while he is clenching down on nothing.
Bruce's voice is all promise when he nips kisses up Jason's jaw just to bite down on the lobe, mouth curving into the most wicked smirk even if Jason can't see to murmur straight into his ear. “I've got my favourite cumdump right here.”
That's all the warning he gets.
Jason doesn't scream himself hoarse as he is pulled onto Bruce's cock, buried down to the hilt and filled to the very brim in one go. It just comes very close.
The sound that does come out of him definitely echoes inside the confines of the car while Jason goes dazed. Bruce isn't so mean as to start moving right away, bouncing Jason on his lap even as he sobs at the overstimulation. He lets Jason adjust to the size and girth that is nothing like the gear shift that was just inside, not with the way his belly bulges just the tiniest amount from Bruce's huge cock in him. Thick at the top and thicker at the base, driving in deep and opening him up further inside his guts than the gear shift ever could.
Jason doesn't admit that he nearly came a second time just with Bruce putting it in.
But it was so, so close and being called a cumdump while he sits impaled on his dad's cock. Literally feeling fucked stupid with his insides just twitching around the full size as he keeps his dad warm is doing wonders with all this endorphin lighting up fireworks for the one brain cell left in his head.
“Oh, f—fuuuuck, B.” Jason moans out, eyes finally blinking back the stars in his vision just to be greeted with the sight of the horrible no good smirk that is still on Bruce's face. “You really know just what to say, dad.”
“Of course, I do.” The smug smirk doesn't go away even while his hands are petting up and down Jason's sides, feeling the way his boy can't help but shiver at the contact, clenching down on his cock and squeezing all around him so tight and taut. Leaving them listless, both wanting more. “If I didn't fuck you raw, you'd just complain about it until I did.”
And there's the slow splitting grin that's all teeth, pulling wide across Jason's mouth as he recovers.
Okay, so maybe Bruce does know him better than he thought. Jason punctuates his next words with a small tentative lift of his hips. “Also correct.”
Gravity does most of the work after that, he drops down into Bruce's lap, feels the thick head of Bruce's cock bullying even further inside of him and they both let out a matching guttural punched out noise. The pace he sets is hard, is steady, leaves the whole car rocking without a doubt.
If they weren't parked so out of the way, halfway into the trees with only a muddy track of their tires leading straight to them, members of the Bristol neighbourhood watch might have already called the cops on them for several counts of indecent act by now.
Jason finds leverage in bracing himself against the ceiling of the car so when he rises up on his knees, he doesn't hit his head on the roof. The expression on his face makes him look unbearably young, kiss-bruised mouth a damn near pout the way he pants and heaves and stops and starts. Bruce would feel guilty if he isn't fixated on the way Jason's insides cling to his cock as he fucks him raw.
Nothing in between, not even the thinnest rubber when it's just the thick head of his cock spreading apart the burning clutch of Jason's passage where no one else has ever been before.
Bruce should probably feel like a dirty old man.
And he will when the post nut clarity hits but right now, he is still balls deep inside of his boy who is less than half his age and he thinks he gets why men his age have mid-life crisis. Because really, how can anyone resist this when Jason lets out the sweetest little whimpers each time Bruce fucks deep inside of him, working right over his abused prostate on every pass. “I— I'm close, Jay.”
“Don't you dare pull out.”
“You want it inside, son?” Bruce asks, grunting as he glances down between them to see Jason's leaking cock, getting off on just the friction where he rubs up against Bruce's ruined shirt. It is rucked up enough where most of Jason's precum gets on Bruce's abdomen, leaving their skin streaked in his first orgasm and tacky with the drip of sweat too.
But still, it's the obscene way that Jason's stomach protrudes each time Bruce bottoms out in him that is really doing it for him.
Full made fuller, and the man can't help but press a palm down against that spot despite Jason's weak protest, feels the added pressure from his hand on the head of his own cock where it is buried to the root. Jason's protests melt into a wet suck of Bruce's thumb rubbing back and forth across his tongue. His drool gets everywhere when Jason can only whine with the rough pad of Bruce's thumb pressing down so insistently on the flat of his tongue, keeping him from doing anything more but feel the intrusion as is while he is being filled up from both ends by the same man.
It's too much in just the right amount.
Jason indulges Bruce in his fascination because he knows Bruce will indulge him in his. Jason answers when Bruce finally draws his thumb out from his mouth. "Yes, all of it and not a drop less.”
He moves in his lap, wrapping his arms around Bruce's neck and tucking his face into Bruce's throat. He leaves open-mouthed kisses up along the line of Bruce's jaw. Little hot puffs of air as he breathes and groans into the scant distance between them and all of it does exactly as he needs it to. Jason feels the shift as Bruce takes over again, bouncing him hard, working Jason's hips up and down on his lap until the whole car creaks and groans just as loudly as they are with the way he pounds into him.
Jason might be short-winded and breathless and unbelievably sore but he still asks for it, begs for it really when he pants out with them both so close. “Pl—please come inside me, dad.”
It is hardly subtle when it has never once been daddy, it's always dad even in his own damn head.
It's this sick little parody of father and son that leaves them both unbearably hot under the collar.
They might be tucked away in the farthest corner from the bowels of Gotham. Even then, the Bat is never far behind. Because that's all Batman as Bruce maneuvers Jason in one simple move like he is still his Robin, spreading him out against the backseat with his thighs splayed wide. Jason could fight him if he wants and he would in plenty of other situations, but here, pinned beneath Bruce, Jason is right where he wants to be.
Jason's inner thighs are pushed even further apart when Bruce gets between them once more. It's a familiar position. One that lets him get in closer. One that allows him to push inside of him even deeper than before. It is a point of pride for Bruce to have Jason like this, having been turned into the very best kind of mess by his hands alone. Even with the windows rolled down the barest amount, the glass has fogged up from the heat of them alone.
Bruce groans as Jason's belly bulges again and again beneath his fingertips as he bottoms out each time. Jason doesn't hold back on the sounds that come tripping out of him.
The car rocks firmly with the motion from them both, chasing after a shared orgasm with every brutal thrust.
Bruce is at the age where he can admit to it: His stamina isn't like what it once was.
But he wouldn't be a man at all if Jason begging for his seed like this didn't make him want to come again and again inside his boy until there is a sizable bulge in his belly. Not just with his cock, but with his seed. With even more of it dribbling out from Jason's drooling hole. His tender red rim all puffy with use, steadily leaking a creamy white to stain the upholstery on these seats under them until this whole car is irreparably wrecked. There is no denying him when Bruce is coming, flooding all warm and wet and deep inside until Jason is heady with his own afterglow, feeling entirely too good to still be able to clench down to keep the mess inside.
He intends to leave Jason's hole looking like a sweet little fucked out cunt with how much of Bruce's seed will come dripping out of it.
Giving up all false pretenses, driving lessons be damned.