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Tim was working on a case when he heard his window opened with a small creak. He quickly checked his camera, alerted than none of his alarms rang. Only to see Red hood, what was Jason doing here?
He rolled his eyes, standing up to go greet or more exactly, to kindly tell his not so brother to fuck off. He was tired and he needed to focus if he wanted to finish his case by tomorrow morning.
"I have locks for a reason, now fuck off." He shouted as he entered his living room.
A small chuckle came from the side as Jason throw his jacket and helmet on Tim's couch, making him internally scream at the potential bacteria.
"Is that your way of flirting with me? Careful I may get attached."
Tim glared, not bothering to reply.
"Lost your tongue? You were really talkative that night. Where did all that attitude go? Lost it?"
Tim gritted his teeth, trying to shove away those unwanted memories. Jason was just trying to taunt him. "I was drugged, you expected something more? Keep dreaming."
Tim then turned away, he did not have more time to lose even if Jason's gaze was burning on his back. If only he had keep his mouth shut that night.
Because he still did not know why he even rang to Jason's door. He could have went somewhere else, anywhere else, but his brain had thought about Jason, and this Tim did not want to look too much into it. It had been a mistake because his judgment was clouded at that time, nothing more.
"Come on Timmy, don't be rude. Don't you want it too?"
"So you came all the way to my apartment because your dick wanted me? Are you that desperate?" Tim mocked, trying his best to look down on Jason despite their height difference.
"At least, I'm sober and not hiding behind some false excuses."
Tim felt slightly offended, this wasn't an excuse, he really hadn't been in the right state of mind and anything he had said back then did not count.
"You're dirtying my floor, get the fuck out." He called out. Jason was unpredictable. If Tim kept him inside for too long, they may cross a line Tim was still not ready to explore.
Without much surprise footsteps echoed behind him as he walked back into his room.
"I said out, don't you understand english?"
A hand gripped his shirt, harshly pulling him backward until he was slammed against the wall. He yelped, ready to fight back but his hands were pinned. He raised an unimpressed brow. "Already losing your mind? Even animals have better self control."
Jason silently slid his thigh between Tim's ones, gaze focus on the younger man's face. Tim pretended it did not bother him. Giving a reaction was everything the man wanted.
Jason carefully lowered himself before whispering into Tim's ear.
"We both know you could easily get out of that hold. So are you staying there because you want it? I thought that bratty mouth of yours was brave enough to ask for what its want instead of acting like a desperate thing."
Tim finally shifted his gaze to look into Jason's eyes, he glared. "You came all the way here just for me, I'm just being kind, giving you the illusion you have me."
"I'll have you crying by the end of the night, baby bird. Wanna bet?"
Tim just stared and stayed silent, hating himself for it. Jason smirked, aware he had won the first round. Moving his free hand on Tim's waist, Jason gave a small squeeze, the touch lighting up something in Tim. Bad, very bad.
"You're so small, so easy to break, aren't you? But knowing you, you're such a freak, you will like it, no? Someone finally putting you to your place?"
Tim shifted, feelings his body get hot and his blood rushing down. "Projecting your issues on me won't work."
"You're out of breath, I think I got something right." Jason reminded, moving the hand still holding Tim's wrists, down, forcing them back behind his head. "Don't forget we can all read body language, you can't lie to me."
Tim struggled against the hold, Jason's thigh pressing harder against his cock. Tim bit back a gasp, he felt like his entire body was on fire. "Then you're really bad at it." He whispered.
Jason laughed, looking down predatorily on him. Wasn't this going to be fun? "Bad at it? You're rock hard against me and you dare to say that? Bad, Timmy, really bad."
Tim tried to push Jason away but the hold only tightened. "Don't call me that."
"Or what, Timmy?"
"Fuck you-" Tim's sentence was cut off as Jason pulled him across the room. Tim protested but he could barely even touch the ground, making it ridiculous.
As they reached his bathroom, Tim was put down and press against the sink. "What are you doing? I didn't invite-"
Before Tim could even finish his sentence Jason's hand came down hard on his ass. Tim's legs nearly gave out, a strange whine leaving his mouth.
"Fucking asshole." He breathed out, grabbing the countertop in a failed attempt to stabilize himself. Jason held his waist, pressing his hard on against Tim's ass. Oh.
"Hm? What were you saying about giving me the illusion of having you? Looks very real to me."
"You don't know anything." Tim bit back, probably sounding everything but threatening.
"You're right Timmy, that's why I need to fuck you. Isn't that the best way to get to know my baby bird?"
Tim did not fight back when Jason pulled his clothes down, instead he stayed still, allowing Jason to play with him until Tim was left bare ass and very much exposed.
"Such a nice ass." Jason praised, spanking him once more. Tim bit his lip, forgetting the mirror was reflecting everything. Jason smiled to that.
"Let me hear you. I said I will make you cry, no?"
Fuck. Tim felt so aroused, his head was spinning as he looked down to the sink. Jason continued his quest to undress him, pealing Tim's shirt away before humming, probably satisfied with himself.
Tim did not like the feeling of being the only one naked. This felt too vulnerable. He shifted, trying to hide himself away from Jason's piercing gaze.
"Don't you want to put on a show for me?" Jason teased, taking a few steps backward before leaning against the wall.
Tim felt his face burn up from shame. This wasn't even fair. "Fuck off." He glared, before looking down, unable to even catch a glimpse of his reflection.
There was movements behind him and suddenly the sound of a cap being unlocked echoed to Tim's ears. He looked up, staring at Jason through the mirror. His eyes widened when he saw the small bottle of lube. Were they really about to do that?
"Scared? Think you can't take me? Uhm, that's right maybe your too small."
"I'm not small." Tim protested, spreading his legs slightly. Fuck, he wanted it.
Jason did not waste much time to press himself against Tim, finger teasing his hole. Maybe he wasn't the only impatient one.
"Let's see if you at least know how to take a cock." Was the only warning Tim would get before a finger was sliding past his rim. He suck in sharply, Jason was not gentle nor did he seem to be planning to.
"Do I need to slow down? Too much for Timmy?"
Tim closed his eyes, trying his best to relax his body. He won't let Jason won. "Is that all you can do?" He said, staring right back at Jason's reflection.
Jason smiled wickedly, as if Tim had awoken something in him. He probably should have keep it quiet.
"Yea?" A second finger was already pressing at his hole as Jason bit down into his shoulder. "Pretty bird."
Tim let out a small moan at the praise, tightening his grip. What was he doing? This was Jason. They were not supposed to get along.
"You want it, don't you? Go on, I want to hear you say it."
Tim shook his head, pushing back against Jason's fingers. He still kept his eyes close, not daring to look at anything. It hurt so good.
"Two fingers already, you were made for that. Such a slut."
"Fuck." Tim whispered, gasping as he held into the countertop tighter in a desperate attempt to not reach for himself. He was hard and aching but touching himself would be admitting defeat, he couldn't.
"Yes? Like it?"
"No, I'm about to fall asleep." He replied, fully aware he was only making it worst for himself.
Jason spread his fingers inside him, making Tim's hips move forward, trying to get away from the painful stretch.
"How long?" Jason asked.
Tim did not understand, and the fact that Jason's fingers were massaging his insides did not help either. "What?"
"How long before I can fuck that hole."
"Oh for fuck-" Tim cut off in a loud moan as Jason spanked him again.
"I asked you something Timmy."
"I don't know, just- just until it doesn't feel like I'm gonna tear, jeez."
Jason hummed, passing the next few minutes on working Tim open. Few minutes that had Tim trying to get any kind of friction, probably humiliating himself furthermore because Jason knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly taking Tim apart until he was a panting mess, aching to be touched.
"I think, I like it, when you finally shut up."
Tim wanted to bit back, but the fact that Jason's fingers were skimming over his prostate was preventing him from doing so.
"You still haven't opened your eyes. You should look at yourself, all tense and twitchy."
"You should shut up and get over with it."
This made the fingers slipped out of Tim, almost making him complain from the loss. The sound of clothes being undone could be heard in the room. Tim braced himself as Jason placed the head of his cock against his ass. Finally.
"I wonder how everyone would feel about it. How do you think will they react when they know you're getting fucked by me into your own house?" Jason whispered.
Tim felt a shiver ran down his spine. Was he really into that? Regardless, he did not have time to figure it out as Jason finally pushed in, his cock stretching Tim amazingly. Fuck, it felt too good.
"Shh, you can take it Timmy. You're such a slut for it."
Tim let himself fall onto the countertop, whining as Jason squeezed his ass, spreading it and pushing further in. He was drunk on that feeling, Jason was using him, he was the one making Jason feel good.
A hand came to grip his hair, forcing Tim move back up.
"Tsk, come back here baby bird." Jason admonished,
Tim looked away, turning his head on the side after catching himself in the mirror. He almost couldn't believe this was him.
Jason's hips tentatively pulled out before diving right back in. Noticing that everything was moving smoothly Jason picked up the pace, hands coming down to grip Tim's waist.
The sound of each thrusts was reverberating in the bathroom, making everything all more lewd. Tim felt stupid, he shouldn't have allowed it, what would this mean?
Jason's hand slid across Tim's chest before going up to his neck, applying a pressure that had Tim nearly coming on spot. " Look at yourself."
Tim shook his head as Jason thrust harder. Only Tim's toes were now touching the ground, making it hard for him to properly control the way Jason's thrusts were entering him.
Jason's hand moved up to his face, forcing Tim to look into the mirror. "That wasn't a question."
He closed his eyes, earning a disapproving hum from Jason. A smack was delivered on his ass, followed by a second and then a third until Tim finally opened his eyes, gasping and whining. He tried to get away but Jason was right here, holding him back in place.
Tim stared at his reflection against his will, humiliation burning through him. His face was red, pupils blown wide as messy strand of hair stick to his forehead. His lips were red from how much he had bit into it and his neck already had a few forming hickeys.
Jason smirked at him, bending down to add another hickey into Tim's neck, who took a sharp inhale, moving up on Jason's shoes, trying desperately to get Jason's cock to hit all the right angles. He needed to come, needed someone to touch him properly.
His eyes then stopped on Jason's tongue moving down to his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin. That bastard marking him somewhere everyone could see it.
"Keep looking at yourself. I know you're a good boy." Jason said, pulling out slowly, fingers digging into Tim's jaw and forcing him to stare at himself. To stare at how his brows were furrowing, his mouth opening as a small moans escaped.
Tim watched himself drown in pleasure. He loved it and hated it at same time. The shame was making him drip onto the ground. Jason was slow, too slow, probably enjoying bringing Tim on the edge.
"Beg for more Timmy, I know you're so good at it."
Tim refused, swallowing thickly as Jason kept that pace. He felt every single inch of Jason's cock dragging against his inside, slowly moving in and out and tingling in an underwhelming way.
He wanted to close his eyes and stop looking at this pathetic face of his, but Jason asked him to be good, didn't he? So Tim would listen.
Jason pulled out fully, sighing in frustration, hand sliding back down on Tim's neck and squeezing tightly until Tim could barely breath. He whined, desperately trying to get Jason to let go and fuck him again.
He felt empty and neglected. He was so close it made his vision blurry. "Please." He sobbed, staring at his own tears sliding down his cheeks. He was so wrecked and ruined.
"Good boy." Jason praised in a tone that made Tim go crazy.
The noise Tim made at that was not human. He sniffled as he could finally breath again. Jason dragged his cock right back into him, pressing him further against the counter until he could properly fuck Tim silly.
Two fingers pushed at his lips and Tim opened without a second thought, sucking eagerly and choking on them while staring at Jason's through the mirror, loving the way his attention was on Tim and Tim only.
"Please." Tim tried to say.
Probably out of pity Jason slightly took out his fingers, allowing Tim to express himself.
"Let me come please-"
The fingers were shoved right back in.
"Slut don't ask for it Timmy, they just wait until they are given permission."
Tim whined, pushing his hips back against Jason. Tim listened to Jason's groans and low moans, letting himself get high on it. He wanted to be just a slut.
The fingers left his mouth, allowing space for Jason to guide Tim's face on the side until he could bring him into a sloppy kiss. Tim's brain capacity was long time gone, he could only take his tongue out like a dog and let Jason lead the kiss, their saliva mixing together, slightly dripping out of Tim's mouth.
"You're such a mess baby bird."
Tim just moaned as an answer, arching his back more. He should be ashamed.
Jason decided to finally speed up, hitting all the right spots and making Tim sees stars. He was so close, he just needed a bit more.
"Gonna fill you up." Jason groaned before emptying himself into Tim as they kissed once again, moaning against each others.
Tim's legs were shaking, not believing all this was real. "Please, Jason, please. Just please let me come."
Jason's breath was heavy against his ear as a hand finally wrapped around his cock. Tim straight out whimpered, thrusting into the hold, moaning a mantra of Jason's name.
Jason watched him, analyzing his expressions and the way Tim's body moved when he was about to come.
"Come for me Tim." Jason finally ordered.
That's all it took for Tim to release with a high pitch cry. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jason please."
Jason kissed his tears away, pulling out of Tim at same time, making him see white before falling down on the counter, breathing heavily. He tried to hold back his cries, the guilt hitting him full force. What had he done?
Jason kissed his back before moving away. Tim almost thought he would just be left alone like that, naked and dripping with cum until he heard the water being turned on.
"Made a mess of yourself Timmy, can't leave you like that. So stop crying."
Tim laughed too loudly, choking on a sob as he did so. He hated Jason so fucking much. "You're such an asshole, I'm going to punch you."
"You can't even stand." Jason reminded before grabbing Tim and throwing him over his shoulder. "Now let me take care of you."
Showering with Jason did not sound so bad after all. Maybe they could even talk about all this, maybe Tim could dare to hope for something.
And then Jason opened his mouth. "See, I told you I would make you cry."
Tim took back what he said, showering with Jason did sound bad after all.