[ Life didn't usually work that way, no, not for long, at least. For Dick, the bouts of normal and easy have always been short-lived, cut off or foregone for whatever cause greater than his own life. It resulted in bitterness, for a while, where he pushed everyone he could away and kept them at arms' length the same way he'd done to Jason for a little while. If he didn't have to struggle for it, then he didn't deserve it.
But now, he wanted to believe otherwise. He wanted to think that they were allowed to have it because they would both work hard to keep this in their lives, even if their time together were only weekends.
Even if Jason wasn't a bird anymore. ]
Baby bat, then. [ A sideways mirthful smile tugged at his mouth as he glanced at Jason, knowing his aversion to being associated with anything bat, but how could he not? ] I'd say puppy, but dogs don't have wings. [ He gestured over his chest, where Red Hood's emblem sat on Jason's chest.
It turned out that the car of the month presented an extra challenge to flexibility. It sat extremely low to the ground, meaning their legs were almost completely stretched in front of them. However, the windows were tinted dark enough that they had lots of privacy. He gave a long, curious glance to the duffle Jason tossed in the back, though the chance to ask about it came and went when Jason opens with that in the passenger seat.
Dick's smirk widened, looking almost surprised before he laughed, unable to help the way he bit his lip while the engine revved up to a sensual purr. ]
Not wasting any more time on conversation, hm? [ What was crazy was how Jason could work him up like this, but always the romantic, Dick leaned across the centre console and stole a deep kiss first. ]
Get on your knees if you need to. I won't mind. [ He nipped on Jason's lower lip as he pulled back, shifting into first gear of the stick drive car before pulling out of the parking garage. ]
[The universe could pry this little bit of happiness from his cold, dead fingers as far as Jason was concerned. He'd never been one to expect the world to owe him anything, even despite the absolute shit hand that he'd been dealt, but he'd be damned if he let Dick go without a fight.
Even when Dick was an asshole.]
Call me 'bat' again and I'll bite it off, Dickface. [The words and tone were joking, but there was a hardness in them that whispered of at least a little truth. He was good with Dick and was getting better with Tim, but Bruce? Bruce could go take a long walk off a short pier as far as Jason was concerned.
At least, that was what he told himself. The reality was a little more convoluted, but it wasn't something that he particularly wanted to linger on. Not when it had been a month since he'd felt Dick's skin under his hands.
The car was nice. A bit different than Jason's preferred muscle cars, but the sleek lines and sensual purr fit Dick to a tee and Jason had to admit that the older man looked particularly delicious with those long fingers wrapped around a gear shift.]
Conversation isn't a 'waste', I've just missed tasting you on my tongue. I can wait if you want, though...
[He smirked, reaching over to slide his hand down along one denim clad thigh.]
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But now, he wanted to believe otherwise. He wanted to think that they were allowed to have it because they would both work hard to keep this in their lives, even if their time together were only weekends.
Even if Jason wasn't a bird anymore. ]
Baby bat, then. [ A sideways mirthful smile tugged at his mouth as he glanced at Jason, knowing his aversion to being associated with anything bat, but how could he not? ] I'd say puppy, but dogs don't have wings. [ He gestured over his chest, where Red Hood's emblem sat on Jason's chest.
It turned out that the car of the month presented an extra challenge to flexibility. It sat extremely low to the ground, meaning their legs were almost completely stretched in front of them. However, the windows were tinted dark enough that they had lots of privacy. He gave a long, curious glance to the duffle Jason tossed in the back, though the chance to ask about it came and went when Jason opens with that in the passenger seat.
Dick's smirk widened, looking almost surprised before he laughed, unable to help the way he bit his lip while the engine revved up to a sensual purr. ]
Not wasting any more time on conversation, hm? [ What was crazy was how Jason could work him up like this, but always the romantic, Dick leaned across the centre console and stole a deep kiss first. ]
Get on your knees if you need to. I won't mind. [ He nipped on Jason's lower lip as he pulled back, shifting into first gear of the stick drive car before pulling out of the parking garage. ]
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Even when Dick was an asshole.]
Call me 'bat' again and I'll bite it off, Dickface. [The words and tone were joking, but there was a hardness in them that whispered of at least a little truth. He was good with Dick and was getting better with Tim, but Bruce? Bruce could go take a long walk off a short pier as far as Jason was concerned.
At least, that was what he told himself. The reality was a little more convoluted, but it wasn't something that he particularly wanted to linger on. Not when it had been a month since he'd felt Dick's skin under his hands.
The car was nice. A bit different than Jason's preferred muscle cars, but the sleek lines and sensual purr fit Dick to a tee and Jason had to admit that the older man looked particularly delicious with those long fingers wrapped around a gear shift.]
Conversation isn't a 'waste', I've just missed tasting you on my tongue. I can wait if you want, though...
[He smirked, reaching over to slide his hand down along one denim clad thigh.]