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“Well don’t you look handsome…” Clark remarked with a sly grin on his face.
“Shut up,” Jason growled, tightening his bowtie in the mirror.
They were both all dressed up in expensive three piece suits for a particularly “important” Wayne gala. Bruce insisted that Jason be there despite his many protests and lame excuses. Jason agreed to go on one condition, he got to bring someone with him so he wasn’t alone with the rich freaks. He never did mention who he was bringing.
“So, how do I look?” Clark said, stepping behind Jason.
He looked at Clark through the reflection and with a soft smile he said, “You look great.”
Clark wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist and buried his face into his collar. He stayed there for a minute, swaying to a silent rhythm. His hands wandered along Jason’s abdomen, pushing the flesh in where he knew there was something nestled deep inside. Jason agreed—quite enthusiastically—to make the night a little more interesting with some toys. A wearable vibrator that stretched along Jason’s walls and rested upon his clit lay dormant against his flesh.
“Right,” Clark said, lifting his head. “Let’s go wreak havoc.”
Jason smiled and let out a soft chuckle before the moment was rudely interrupted by the ring of Jason’s phone on the table. He picked it up to see the caller id which read, ‘PENNY ONE’.
He pressed accept, “Hey Alfred, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, sir. Master Bruce has asked me to ask you if you would like to stay the night at the manor and perhaps for breakfast.”
“Uh…” he looked to Clark who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, nodding his head profusely. “Sure, I guess.”
“Splendid. Will your guest be staying with you or shall I make up another bed?”
“No, he’ll be with me. Thanks, Alfred.”
“My pleasure, Master Jason. See you tonight.”
“Bye.”
He hung up the phone and watched as Clark quite literally vibrated with excitement. He levitated slightly off the bed and looked like his head was about to burst because it couldn’t contain his smile.
“Oh my god. I’m spending the night at Wayne Manor. This is truly every nerd’s dream.”
“Yeah well we gotta pack bags now, c’mon.”
In a flash, Clark packed both of their bags. After interrogation from Jason, asking if he got everything, they left Jason’s apartment and headed for his bike out front.
“Hold on tight to those bags, Prime.”
“You know, I could just fly us there.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
They sped off through Gotham City streets, ducking in and out of traffic, doing many illegal things. But it’s Gotham. No one’s really going to stop them. They made it all the way across town to where the long winding driveway to Wayne Manor was already packed. Good thing Jason knew the way in through the Batcave.
They went around to the back and through the tunnels, down to where they were met with the screeching of bats and the illustrious Batcave. There was no one there so Jason parked his bike right beside the Batmobile, careful not to scratch the paint. He had just gotten back in with Bruce’s good graces, it’d be a shame to mess that up over a paintjob.
“Hello, Sirs,” Alfred said, coming down the stairs. “Shall I take your bags up to your room?”
“That’d be great, Alfred. Thank you.” Jason replied, taking his helmet off and haphazardly fixing his hair. “This is Clark.”
“Hi, it’s an honour to meet you, sir.” Clark said, giddily.
“Pleasure’s all mine. Masters Bruce and Dick are upstairs mingling already if you’d like to find them.”
“Thanks,” Jason added. “We’ll be right up.”
As Alfred climbed back up the stairs to wait on the party, Clark fixed Jason’s helmet hair and smoothed out his jacket. He then took out his phone and opened an app that was locked by face ID. He pressed a button on the screen and in that same instant Jason doubled over, mostly in shock. The toy inside him began to buzz against his sensitive flesh, it was a low vibration but enough to make his stomach flip.
He straightened himself out and put on his best poker face.
“Ok,” Clark started. “You good?”
“Give a guy a little warning next time, will ya?”
He chuckled, “You got it, boss. Now c’mon, I wanna meet your dad.”
They climbed up the stairs and out of the Batcave where they could hear the string quartet playing a quick polonaise. Their hands brushed as they walked along the halls toward where the music was coming from and Clark quickly grabbed the other man’s hand, interlacing their fingers and watched as Jason’s cheeks started to flush.
“Me holding your hand makes you blush but not the vibrator inside you?”
“Shut up.”
Clark tried his best to contain his shit eating grin as they emerged through the doorway to where the party was very much happening. There were people dancing and drinking and eating, wearing fancy clothes and their hair done up all nice. It was a proper ball.
From across the room, someone waved at them with a massive smile that just about lit up the room. He then motioned in a “come here” type of way. Jason dragged his plus one all the way across the dance floor to meet with his older brother.
“Jason!” Dick embraced his brother in an uncomfortable hug. “Haven’t seen you in forever. How’s things?”
“Oh you, know.” He gave a meek smile.
“So, you brought Prime as your plus one?” Dick said with a hint of worry in his voice but trying his best to conceal it.
“Clark, but CK’s alright,” Clark said, offering his hand to shake which Dick took gladly. He was always one for second chances.
“You better treat my brother right, though. I know where to find you.” He said in a way too cheery tone.
Clark put his hands up in surrender, “Trust me, I know.”
“So,” Jason started. “How’s Kory?”
“Oh she's great! She's here actually, somewhere.” He scanned the room, looking for her mane of fiery hair but not succeeding. “Right, anyway. Jay, have you seen Bruce yet? I can’t find him, he was here a minute ago.”
“Nope.”
“Damn, Vicki wants to talk to him. I’ll go find him, you two enjoy the party.” and he left with a smile.
The string quartet on the raised stage in the corner finished the song and everyone clapped briefly before they started up again, this time with a slow waltz.
“Care to dance?” Clark asked with his hand extended.
“God, I hate you.” Jason took his hand nonetheless and they walked onto the dance floor. “I’m leading though. I doubt you know how to dance.”
“And you’d be right.”
Jason put his hands on Clark's waist and in turn Clark placed his hands on Jason’s shoulders though it was strange seeing as Clark was quite taller than his partner.
“Right, follow me.”
They danced a simple waltz, careful not to bump into the other patrons, and especially careful not to step on each other's toes. Thank goodness the music was slow or else Clark would’ve almost certainly lost his footing. As they became more comfortable in the steps, they grew closer and closer until Jason rested his head on Clark’s shoulder and let out a comfortable sigh. They danced like this until the song was over and let go to clap for the band.
“That actually really calmed me down,” Jason remarked as they made their way off the dance floor.
“You’re welcome,” Clark said cheekily.
They made their way to one of those standing tables people gather at, this one was empty. Jason felt he had gotten used to the vibrations inside him and pulsating on his clit but it was certainly still there. A waiter walked by with a tray of drinks and Clark managed to snag two of them. They looked fruity, they tasted fruity. Not really what Jason usually drinks but Clark seemed quite content so he didn’t say anything.
Jason felt something—a strong hand—on his shoulder.
“Hey, kiddo. Been a while.” It was Commissioner Gordon, greying but still ruggedly handsome.
Jason put on his ‘party voice’, very close to a ‘customer service voice’.
“Jim, good to see you! Anything new with the GCPD?”
They talked the usual small talk, nothing much. But, behind them, Clark had taken out his phone and opened the app. With a devilish smirk, he started messing with the buttons just to see how Jason would react. To his astonishment, Jason didn’t so much as flinch. Upon second thought, maybe it wasn’t that surprising; torture training and all.
What Clark didn’t know was that Jason’s stomach was doing flips and he could feel the silicone getting slicker with every passing second. Jason took a sip of his overtly sweet drink to try to keep his composure.
Just then, a commanding voice came through the speakers and everyone turned toward the stage where Bruce stood. Jason knew this part of the evening very well, Bruce would say what the gala was for and which charity he was donating a large sum to this time with a very sure look on his face. This time however, Jason spotted a twinge of… nervousness?
“Everyone, if I could have your attention for just a few moments. As I’m sure most of you know, I am sort of known for philanthropy so you must have assumed this gala was for nothing less. You’d be right. But this is a unique—special—night. I would like to announce the Jason Todd foundation.”
Jason’s heart dropped.
“All of the proceeds will go to victims and the families of victims of violent crimes. It will help pay for medical bills and court bills so they can receive the justice they deserve.”
Jason turned to Clark, “Turn it off.”
“What?”
“The vibrator, turn it off.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Don’t test me.”
“Alright, alright.” Clark took out his phone and turned off the toy.
They turned their attention back to the man speaking onstage.
“My son, Jason, cheated death. I know first hand how much money it cost, I’m just glad to be so lucky I didn’t have to worry about that on top of mourning. By some magic, perhaps fate, my son is alive once again. Jason, if you could come up here please.”
Every single eye turned to look at Jason as he walked through the crowd, toward the stage. He felt Clark’s hand grab his wrist, walking with him so he wasn’t alone. Jason walked up the steps to the stage and met his father. Bruce pulled the boy into a tight embrace.
“Jay, know that this hug truly comes from my heart and isn’t for show, okay?”
“Okay…” in that moment all he could think about was how damn glad he felt that he told Clark to turn the toy off.
He heard the polite applause from the patrons below as he turned around to face them. They all looked like they were about to cry. If Bruce hadn’t said anything, he probably would’ve assumed the hug was a ploy to get the waterworks going.
Just as he was thinking ‘what a wonderful moment’, he felt vibrations surge through his entire body. He tried not to make a face or any inkling of what was going on within his loins, but his father didn’t have to be the world's greatest detective to feel him tense up.
They walked down the steps as the strings started back up behind them.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I just have to kill my plus one.”
“Right, well no killing under my roof. Or any roof for that matter. Or when you’re not under a roof. You get my point.”
“You’re right, I’ve got a better idea anyway.”
“I don’t want to know.” Bruce knew after many years of raising children—teenagers—to just not ask so long as no one is getting hurt.
Jason beelined his way back across the room, straight for the grinning man who was looking way too smug. Jason wanted to punch him but he knew his fist would probably break into a million pieces.
He grabbed the man by the wrist and pulled him violently out of the ballroom. Thankfully, no one really noticed them leave as everyone had started to dance and mingle again. They sped through the empty halls as Jason pulled Clark along with vigor.
“Where are we going?” Clark’s heart was becoming exceedingly fast along with the reddening of his face.
“You, shut up,” He demanded as they encountered Alfred walking by. “Alfred, perfect. Which room did you put us in?”
“You old room, Master Jason. The bed is made and-”
“Thanks.” Jason interrupted, continuing at his brisk pace leaving Alfred in the dust.
He continued to tow Clark along the familiar halls as the poor boy was trying his best to not giggle due to his assumption of what was going to happen in a few short moments. Actually two things, one of them being he was going to see Jason’s childhood room. The other… well, you know.
Jason found the room on muscle memory and pushed Clark inside before shutting the door, quite forcefully.
“I was on a stage.”
“I know.”
“With my father.”
“I know.”
“I WAS HAVING A MOMENT. Stop it with that stupid grin.”
“You’re pretty when you’re mad.” Clark stated, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
Jason’s face contorted in unbearable… wait no, that’s not anger. Or at least not completely.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Clark took off his jacket and undid his bowtie slowly while keeping eye contact with Jason with those puppy dog eyes he knows how to abuse. Jason took a step forward, in between Clark’s knees, and started unbuttoning his shirt. The toy still vibrating against his slick flesh, he clenched around it. He let the shirt fall past Clark’s shoulders, revealing the scar on his chest. Jason dragged his fingertips along the raised skin before he pushed Clark down. Jason worked on unbuckling Clark’s belt and yanking off his pants with much force, his boxers too.
Jason licked his lips at the sight of Clark's folds glistening in the moonlight and his cock throbbing ever so slightly.
Jason took off his jacket and undid his bowtie before settling down on his knees in between Clark’s. He pushed Clark's thighs open before licking all the way up the sensitive skin of his thigh and reveled in the way he trembled.
Jason’s thumbs pulled open Clark’s outer lips so he could get a better look at Clark’s throbbing clit. He licked his lips before diving right in like a man starved. Clark gasped at the suddenness and latched his hand onto Jason’s hair and let out a moan. His thighs quivered as Jason’s head bobbed slightly up and down, sucking and lapping, making obscene slick sounds.
Clark looked down to see Jason looking right back up at him through his bangs, his eyes filled with the kind of lust they talk about in the bible. He dipped his tongue past Clark’s entrance, coaxing a strained moan out that died in his throat as Jason slipped two fingers in. Jason loved the sounds Clark always made, you’d never peg him for one to whine yet here we are.
Jason moaned into Clark’s slick folds, humping the air and trying to get off with the vibrator still abusing his own core.
“Jason…” Clark breathed among whimpers. “I’m gonna-”
His thighs tightened around Jason’s head as his whole body thrashed with pleasure rippling over him. He threw back his head with a guttural moan and a string of profanity. He lay there, trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm as Jason planted little kisses on his inner thighs.
Clark took a couple deep breaths to recoup his composure before sitting up to see Jason’s head resting on his thigh. Jason was breathing fast and clearly trying not to moan.
“You want me to turn it off?” Clark said in a teasing tone.
“Please…” Jason whispered.
“Alright.” Clark smiled and reached for his phone. “Come up on the bed so I can undress you.”
The vibrator shut off making Jason’s clit throb. He stood up briefly before flopping onto the bed beside Clark. Clark tossed his phone on the bed and began fumbling with Jason’s belt buckle as Jason worked on his own shirt buttons. Soon enough Jason was propped up against the headboard and just as naked as his counterpart save for one thing: the toy inside of him.
“Oh look at this,” Clark started. “You’re fucking dripping.”
He slowly pulled out the soaked toy from Jason puffy cunt and placed it on the nightstand. Clark smiled to himself, watching Jason clench around nothing and ran a finger up his folds, coating it in slick. He flicked Jason’s clit as he came up making Jason let a groan escape.
“Stop teasing, just fuck me already.”
“Needy, are we?” Clark jeered.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“You can try.”
Clark streaked across the room—faster than a speeding bullet—and was back between Jason’s legs wearing his strap-on and his signature cheeky smile in 2 seconds flat.
“Did you really pack that?”
“What? You thought I was really going to tease you all evening and not fuck you senseless after?”
“I can’t believe you brought that here.” Jason laughed.
“Lube?”
“More fun, no?”
With a gust of wind, Clark sped there and back to get the lube, coating the silicone with it. His heart leapt as he saw Jason all spread out underneath him, waiting patiently to be fucked. He licked his lips before swiping the head through Jason’s folds, spreading the lube and mixing it with Jason’s slick. He thoroughly made sure Jason’s entrance was ready before slipping it in gently and slowly.
Jason gasped as it went in, feeling the stretch he was so used to. He let out a soft moan as the silicone kissed his cervix. Clark’s hands wandered over the scarred skin near Jason’s hips, riddled with old wounds. They were similar this way—scarred. It made them feel all the more close.
Clark started to move his hips, slowly pulling almost all the way out so his tip brushed against Jason’s sensitive spot. Clark let his hips roll, watching the strap pump in and out of Jason’s gooey walls.
Clark's wandering hands meandered higher up Jason’s abs to his chest to his collar bone before stopping and wrapping one hand around Jason’s neck. He pushed and squeezed ever so gently as his hips started to speed up. Jason held onto Clark’s wrist as his cervix was abused. The bed started to creak as they picked up speed and Jason’s moans got louder. He felt a tear drop from his eye in sweet ecstasy.
Clark wiped his cheek with his free hand and leaned down to kiss the same spot.
“You’re so pretty like this; crying, taking my cock like a good boy.”
Jason would’ve had a quick witty response but he was preoccupied with getting absolutely railed. Nothing but sweet whines left his mouth as Clark’s fingers pressed against his carotid, feeling how fast his pulse was.
“Clark…” Jason moaned.
“You gonna cum?”
Jason nodded, “Uh huh.” before his whole body started to convulse.
“There you go, baby. Good boy.” Clark let go of Jason’s neck, leaving red marks that looked likely to bruise. He kissed the blemish before licking all the way up from Jason’s collar bone to his jaw, holding the back of his neck. He left more kisses, more bruises, probably more likely to last into the morning.
Between heavy breaths, Clark gently pulled out while rubbing Jason’s thighs. He watched as Jason’s slick mixed with the left over lube poured out of his hole. He bit his lip.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “Right. I’m gonna clean you up.”
He rushed to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth and rushed right back to wipe up the mess between Jason’s thighs. Clark placed another peck on the newly clean skin before quickly cleaning himself and the strap up and throwing the rag in the hamper.
He slumped on the bed, cuddling up to Jason, putting his head on Jason’s chest and just listening to his heartbeat slow down. Jason placed a kiss on Clark’s forehead while pulling him in closer.
“God, I hate you,” Jason said with a smile.
“You love me and you know it.”
“Yeah.”
They got under the covers as it was starting to get cold, not doing anything very active anymore. Jason spooned Clark, running his fingers over the raised scar on Clark’s chest. They fell asleep just like that, listening to each other breathe.
The sound of birds chirping outside the window filled the room as the sunlight poured in from beyond the drawn curtains. Jason’s eyes fluttered open as he began to stir, all he saw was a mess of black hair in front of him. He smiled to himself, he hadn’t been this happy in a while. He nuzzled into the crook of Clark’s neck and squeezed as hard as he could, pulling him in closer.
Knock
Knock
“Master Jason? Breakfast is ready downstairs if you are awake.”
Jason sat up, “Thanks, Alfred. We’ll be down.”
He looked back down at Clark's bare back and ran his hand down his spine.
“Clark…”
He groaned.
“Clark. Wake up.”
“Five more minutes.” He mumbled into the pillow.
“Nope, c’mon. Up you get.” Jason pulled off the covers of both of them and got out of bed. “Put some clothes on.”
“What happens if I don’t?” Clark replied, slowly sitting up.
“Then my entire family sees you naked.” He threw one of the shirts from his bag at him.
Clark watched as Jason got dressed before putting on the shirt that was thrown so rudely in his face. He got up and scrounged in his bag for his pyjama bottoms and slipped them on.
“Ready,” he said with a cheery smile. “I’m starving.”
As they walked down the long and fancy halls, Clark interlaced his fingers with Jason’s and smiled when he heard Jason’s heartbeat quicken. Right before they entered the dining room, Clark stopped and kissed Jason, heartily, holding the latter’s head.
“What was that for?” Jason asked as they pulled apart.
Clark shrugged, “Because I love you.”
“Ditto.” Jason smiled.
“Was that a Ghost reference? Does Jason Todd secretly watch romantic dramas?”
Jason ignored him and opened the door to reveal a bunch of people sitting around the large dining table. Normally it’s only used for dinner but there’s simply just too many people to sit anywhere else. Not everyone was here, only a couple were missing; probably upstairs sleeping or gone home. However, Bruce, Dick, Damian, Steph, Cass, and Duke were there along with a couple plus ones: Kory, Selina, and Jon.
No one turned around to see who came in, they were all very occupied in conversation, arguing over who won a bet on patrol, who scratched the batmobile, or just small talk. Jason led Clark with him to sit down next to Dick who looked like the most peaceful of the bunch that morning.
“Hey Jay, where’d you two run off to last night after the speech?”
Jason went red, “You don’t want to know.”
He could sense the grin Clark was wearing beside him.
“So, where’s Tim? And Babs?” Jason asked, looking around.
“Oh, Tim’s out on patrol still and Babs is in the clocktower helping.”
It was really nice to see the family like this, like a normal family or something close to it. The food was brought out and it was a free for all. Waffles, pancakes, sausages galore and by the time they were done, there was not a crumb left in the place.
Jason leaned his head onto Clark’s shoulder, extremely full and getting groggy. Clark put his hand on Jason’s thigh and rubbed small circles as they both saw a semblance of a normal life amidst the chaos that is being a superhero.