JASON: THE TIES THAT BIND

[lazarusinred]

It was not unusual for Jason to wake up a few times during his sleep. He could not be sure if any of the times were because Dirk had gotten squirmy or not. Every time he woke, Dirk was still there. Last night had not been some kind of dream.

Long after the the fingers of dawn had crept around the edges of the bedroom's blinds, and the full light of morning had lit them gently, the alarm Jason had set hours ago chimed. He had been drifting in a doze and the pull to wakefulness was easy to follow. Easy because he had planned for a slow start before they had to leave. Which meant plenty of time to laze around in bed. He still had to fumble a bit with his phone to turn the alarm off.

"Dirk," he said softly, his voice not quite as awake as the rest of him. One hand wound into Dirk's now dry hair, and Jason let the other trail down Dirk's back. "Dirk, it's time to wake up." Now his voice was operating at normal volume.

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[evenindeath]

Dreams were especially strange after he reached what amounted to godhood. In truth Dirk wasn't even sure he was bound by laws like rest anymore. He still felt tired when he stayed up too long, but how much of that was muscle memory? Like the sudden vertigo when he went too high too fast, that moment where his body forgot that gravity meant nothing to it anymore? He hadn't pushed it to see if he could break through the other side of a need for sleep, and it wasn't unpleasant even if it was strange.

When he heard his name being called, pulling him to the waking world, all he could recall from the dream was Jason's smile over and over again and the heart-stopping brilliance of it. The Prince has arrived, his Heart is lost.

One orange eye opened ever so slightly, pupil focusing on Jason, before it promptly closed again. He gave a small sound of disagreement, and did not move. Jason's hand in his hair and along his back felt wonderful and he wasn't going to pull away from that.

[lazarusinred]

This was exactly why Jason had set aside extra time. The getting out of bed was going to take some effort.

"No, it's not time to wake up?" Jason asked. The lines he was drawing down Dirk's back were getting dangerously low. "What time is it then?"

[evenindeath]

Dirk let out a little exhale, somewhere between a gasp and a sigh, his back arching languidly into Jason's touch. He gave a thoughtful hum, pressing closer to Jason, throwing a leg around one of the other man's and thrilling at how damn thick his thighs were. Yet another thing about Jason so impossibly perfect it felt like he shouldn't be real. He leaned in to nuzzle against Jason's neck and press a kiss there instead of answering with words.

[lazarusinred]

Those thighs were how Jason could pull off his gymnast feats while not having a gymnast's body. Leave that nonsense for Dick and Tim - mostly Dick. They were built for finesse. Jason was built for brutal simplicity.

It was Jason's turn to let out a soft sound that was not quite a sigh, or, gasp, or sound of agreement, but something liminal between them all. A shiver went through him and he tilted his head to bare his neck to Dirk. All the marks there had deepened in color while they had slept. He pulled at Dirk, encouraging closeness as he ran his hands over back, sides, and threading back into hair.

[evenindeath]

Dirk hardly needed much encouragement. He was trying not to be the person to take a mile for every inch given, but the satisfaction of a lazy morning makeout session at the very least was far too tempting. For the both of them, apparently. He opened his eyes enough to admire his handiwork from the previous night before he leaned in to softly kiss each mark - then drag his teeth across the skin that manage to remain unblemished. His arms around Jason's middle tightened, holding close, and he shamelessly rocked his hips against that thigh between his legs. The swear that escaped was mostly muffled by Jason's skin against him mouth, but not entirely.

[lazarusinred]

A shuttering breath escaped from Jason. All this attention was very enjoyable, if only every morning could be like this. He ran a finger up the back of Dirk's neck and hummed thoughtfully. With a fluid motion he turned toward Dirk, rolling him onto his back. The motion quick, but not enough to disrupt the arms and legs around him. He finished the motion with a small grind of his hips into Dirk's.

[evenindeath]

There was a little breathless and admittedly surprised "Mmph!" from Dirk as Jason handily re-arranged them. They tangled together even better like this, the yielding mattress of the bed allowing them to sink against one another. He wondered idly if he would have gotten so addicted to the taste and feel of Jake's skin against his if he'd been allowed this. From this angle it was easy for Dirk to drag his fingers along Jason's spine, to spread his hands along the broad plane of his back. Christ it felt like his mouth was watering and going dry at the same time somehow.

"Fuck- yes-" he gasped out, soft, voice rough from sleep as he rocked up against Jason.

[lazarusinred]

Answering in kind, Jason created more of the friction that pulled a wordless gasp from him. He bent down to brush his lips against Dirk's ear. "Sorry. Normally I'm not- obviously- I just-" he said, voice soft this close to Dirk's ear. Moving to press a line of kisses along Dirk's jaw, he languidly rocked his hips. Taking slow and measured motions to feel it as fully as possible.

A breathless moment of gazing over Dirk's face. Still slightly sleep soft and mussed up, with a building edge of desire. "Fuck, I want you."

[evenindeath]

Dirk gave a wordless sort of agreeing sound because of course, he wasn't normally - so quick for this either, so needy for it. For all he knew though whenever Jason talked to the JLA people Dirk would be passed on to them and never see Jason again and he promised himself he'd be reasonable if that was the case he just- he just needed to get his fill first. Needed to take as much as Jason would let him take to fill him up and maybe he'd be less starved after.

His mouth was slack as he rocked up against Jason in return, met each movement with his own, panting for breath as they indulged in the lazy morning pleasure together.

[lazarusinred]

The future was never certain, but it even more so. It made everything feel so urgent now, to get and give as much as possible. It wasn't as if Jason thought Dirk was the only person he could ever find this kind of companionship with, but it would probably be a very long while before he found anything like it again. He didn't want to be patient, he wanted everything he could get while he could. Before Dirk left on his quest to find his people.

For now he could have this.

He shifted his weight to prop up on one elbow, and freed one arm from where it had been wrapped around Dirk. Unhurried, just like everything else he was doing, he softly kissed along Dirk's neck, with gentle nibbles to break it up. He ran his fingers slowly down Dirk's chest, taking the time to feel all the lines of him. Nipples, scars, as much of his topography Jason could take in, before sliding farther down to the softer lines of his stomach. Never letting his touch get too light to be ticklish, but still he took his time. Before finally sliding his hand between them and around Dirk's cock.

Jason wanted to memorize the feel of this. The sounds that Dirk made, the way his breath changed, the way he arched against Jason's touch, every last detail he wanted to keep for as long as he could.

[evenindeath]

"Fuck-" Dirk gasped, the way his already rough breathing got rougher, heavier, and he arched up into Jason's touch. He had always been the one in his and Jake's relationship wanting, initiating, it was - nice, to be wanted. To seem to be wanted just as much as he wanted in return. He had not known the feeling would be such an experience.

He had to let go of Jason with one of his hands so he could hold onto the bedsheets like an anchor, but made up for it the way the other slid into his hair, tangled up in the short strands and urged him on for every kiss. He might have been quiet when they first fought, but now he couldn't exactly stop talking, all rough whispered encouragements mixed with Jason's name.

[lazarusinred]

The way that the words spilled out of Dirk made Jason smile against his skin. While he had been talkative during their first fight, in these times Jason found it hard to hold onto words. He liked the way colorful encouragements came from Dirk and the ways that he said Jason's name. He murmured occasional replies and Dirk's name between nibbling kisses along Dirk's shoulders and neck. Taking the time to lavish attention on his lover with kisses and long languid strokes.

After some time of devotion Jason shifted his grip to hold them together. Dirk had been right before, it felt so much better than he had imagined it would. He couldn't help but want to indulge in the feeling, and Dirk seemed to enjoy it in equal measure. Where his lips were pressed to Dirk's skin, he opened his mouth to softly lick, before gently sinking his teeth into something more akin to a hold than a proper bite.

[evenindeath]

Somehow the hold, the secure press of Jason's teeth against skin, it was even more intoxicating than a bite at that moment. It felt possessive in a way Dirk was used to extending to others, not have extended to him. He loved every fucking second of it.

"Fuck- yes-" he gasped, fingers digging into Jason's hair, eyes sliding half-lidded as he bucked into Jason's grip, the heat of Jason's length against his own driving him even further to the edge. All sleep-relaxed, it was so easy to build from that lax slow pleasure to something deeper, something hotter. "Harder," Dirk gasped, though whether he was asking about Jason's cock against his or the teeth on his neck even he couldn't be sure.

[lazarusinred]

In answer Jason bit down harder. Holding him more firmly in that way allowed him to thrust more deeply against Dirk's cock. The give of the mattress let him get an angle that would have otherwise been impossible. Harder, tighter, hotter - possessive. Jason growled deep in his chest. He had not intended to, but it pushed out of the core of him.

Before it had felt like he was being consumed with chasing something down with Dirk. In this moment it felt like they had found a place to find something that went even deeper. They weren't running, they were digging in.

[evenindeath]

That growl was a kick straight to Dirk's libido, the possessive rumble of it, fuck his hips jolted up again and a shuddering gasp was ripped from his throat. It was perfect, it was everything he could ever want, it was more than that.

Again he signaled his upcoming climax with gasping breaths of Jason's name on his lips, Closer and closer until it was a desperate cry.

[lazarusinred]

Jason pushed, drove Dirk on, his own climax only a half a step behind. That desperate cry of his name, fuck, all of it pushed him over that edge, and pushed him hard. Dirk's name muffled through teeth clamped down hard enough to break skin. Mine.

As the tightness in him eased, he ran his tongue over the mark he had made - tasing a hint of copper. "Dirk," he breathed raggedly.

[evenindeath]

The sharp sudden jolt against his neck, feeling Jason lose himself against Dirk, the way it was still unmistakably his name on Jason's tongue no matter how muffled-

When he finally caught his breath, he thought he maybe owed Rose am apology about a disparaging remark or two made about her girlfriend. Welp. Learn something new about yourself every day. His grip in Jason's hair relaxed, idly petting instead of the tight hold.

"... okay, now I'm awake."

[lazarusinred]

Jason breathed a small, quiet laugh against Dirk's throat. He shifted around a bit so he could transfer the mess they had made to the bedsheet before throwing it off - just more laundry. They had generated enough warmth that they could manage a couple minutes without it. All that so he could slide both his arms under the pillow and settle on Dirk, stretched out. A couple more moments of skin to skin contact.

"Good morning."

[evenindeath]

With Jason stretched over him, he was basically a blanket but better. Dirk slid both arms around his waist and up his back, still amazed at how easily they fit together. It sounded like this world did not run on the causality of destiny, so he tried to not think of that, but… it was difficult, especially when Dirk wanted so badly.

"Good morning~" he sang in return, voice still a little rough with sleep, the rest of him relaxed and feeling rather boneless in a good way.

[lazarusinred]

This world did have magic, and where there was magic there was destiny and fate. Maybe not what Dirk was used to, and Jason was dubious of its existence - having been told several times that he must have one to have returned from the dead. Fate, destiny, luck, no matter the reason being with Dirk felt right.

Jason felt content for the first time in a very long time. Satisfaction and relaxation running bone deep. Eventually he lifted his head and leaned forward to kiss Dirk softly. "I'm starving. No way Alfred won't feed us when we are there, but something to hold me over. Do you want something?" he asked. A moment of considering what he has he added, "Eggs, cereal, or more of those meat and cheeses."

[evenindeath]

"Food," Dirk agreed, his stomach letting out a displeased gurgle. He'd gone a while without pause before he ran into Jason, and while the snack had held him over for the night he was well into hungry for actual food (not just Jason's body).

"Not seafood," he clarified, not caring beyond that. He'd go back to the familiarity of it eventually but for now he was happy to have a chance at a diet not supplemented by 75% fish. "Alfred's … family?"

There was a warmth in the way Jason said his name.

[lazarusinred]

Jason's stomach let out an answering gurgle, as if commiserating with Dirk's. He had eaten before going out on patrol last night, but that had been many hours and much physical activity ago.

"Yeah, Alfred's family," he answered. "He's... well it's complicated and probably best explained over some food." One more kiss and Jason moved off Dirk and up to his feet, for all the world moving like he actually weighed nothing. He grabbed some sweatpants from one of the closets next to the bed and put them on. Getting properly dressed could wait.

Scrambled eggs would be easy. He could make decent ones. It was probably the best (and only) thing he made. As he assembled what he needed he asked loud enough for Dirk to hear wherever he was, "Is the seafood thing a preference or allergy? And do you want coffee?"

[evenindeath]

Dirk stayed in bed while Jason got up, mainly so he could indulgently lounge comfortably against the mattress while he watched Jason get up, utterly shameless in his appreciation of Jason's body. Only once Jason was up and out of bed did Dirk bother getting up himself, grabbing a pair of pants from his sylladex that were a bit slinky and comfortable along with showing off his legs. Even if they weren't as impressive as Jason's. He slid his sunglasses on as he made his way into the kitchen, a habit from wearing them 24/7 for so long even when there was nothing he actually needed them for.

"Preference. No allergies. Would love coffee," he answered in order, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stood at the doorway to the kitchen. Hm, probably Texas still existed in this part of the timeline. "... I said my home was in Austin but saying my home was where Austin was would be more fitting. Gulf of Mexico flooded most of the state a long time ago, my building is basically the only structure left standing out of the water. So. Lot of fishing."

[lazarusinred]

Jason paused what he was doing for a moment of equally shameless appreciation of Dirk. Sometimes a little bit of the right clothing painted a prettier picture. That and the light of the kitchen let him appreciate the new mark he had made.

"That would explain why you know a shark bite scar when you see one," he said turning back to his work. When he set the little coffee pot to brewing it chimed a cheery song. All his appliances were like that. That's what he got for getting Dick's help picking them. On the other hand they worked flawlessly. When he moved in he had all the electronics replaced as well as the hot water heater. Part paranoia and part being able to enjoy things of high quality.

In addition to the eggs he browned some cut up sausage, cut into disks. He pulled down two mugs and set them on the counter island. The layout of the kitchen made it so that Dirk could get his own coffee or wait. "I've got the milk out, if you want it. Sugar?"

[evenindeath]

Dirk gave a wordless sound of agreement about the shark bite scar, confirming it for Jason. He was entertained at all the cheerful little chimes the electronics made, less jarring than some others. The contrast of Jason against how cute it was also helped the picture.

"Fuck yeah, thanks," he said, needing to stifle a yawn before he took one of the cups to doctor up to his liking. Both with plenty of milk and sugar, because neither were common commodities where he was from.