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]

Much as Dirk wanted to make a good impression, it was hard to think about wanting to be prudent right then either. Not when Jason's fingers were mapping the line of the mark left behind. It stung a little bit to be touched, and that just drove in the shiver going down his spine.

He let his own fingers trace by memory the bruises left along Jason's neck - every time he looked at Jason his eye was drawn to them, so he didn't need sight to see where they were now. The thrill of no attempt being made to cover them up, showing off Dirk's work like that...

"I think we're expected to be a little late," he murmured, voice barely audible.

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The marks on Jason were perhaps maturing and fading a bit quicker than they would on a normal person. Jason suspected that it was the nature of bruising that slowed down his quickened healing. Right now he was deeply pleased by that fact. It meant that Dirk's work would linger, and would ache sweetly when touched. Like it did now.

"A little late," he agreed, more breath than voice. He rested his free hand on Dirk's hip and tilted his head, much like Dirk had. He was only wearing the hoodie which did not cover much of his neck, unlike the collar of the jacket that Dirk was wearing, but it was an invitation.

[evenindeath]

Jason hadn't said no, had in fact given every indication of an enthusiastic yes - Dirk didn't want to fuck this up. He desperately did not want to fuck this up, and so far his only experience had been fucking up. It took everything to remind himself to keep his metaphorical grip loose and easy, to not hold on for dear life the second he had something to hold on to.

This was an invitation though, wasn't it?

Dirk leaned in to press his lips to Jason's cheek, to his jaw, making his way down until he was kissing his neck. Softer, then harder, then another fierce sucking bite of a kiss intent to refresh the mark.

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Jason had plenty of experience fucking things up as well. Just not a relationship. Even so, he did know that there was a difference between a stranglehold and holding on as equals. He hoped he could actually tell the difference when it came down to it. He hoped that Dirk was strong enough to tell him if he overstepped.

Not combined with the frantic heat that they had been building between them when Dirk had sunk his teeth into Jason's neck the first time, and made over skin already made sensitive- it pulled a gasping breath out of him. Fingers threaded into Dirk's hair, holding encouragingly tight. He wanted to possess Dirk as much as he wanted to be possessed in return, an echo of their morning turned around. "Dirk, yes-" he gasped.

[evenindeath]

All those attempts to tell himself he'd be good, he'd back off if he needed to, he could chill were straight out the window with that gasped 'yes' along with his name. Arms around Jason to pull him close, grasping at him, "Jay-" he groaned, breath hot against Jason's neck before he bit down again, harder, too full of want in the moment to think about consequences of an obviously refreshed mark in front of Jason's family.

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Showing his feelings had always been difficult with his family. He had made things difficult with his family and it was easier to hide anything that felt like a weakness. The marks he had not tried to hide, had not tried to hide holding Dirk's hand. He was coming to terms with the idea that someone wanting him was not something to hide. If a new mark or two were noticed, that was no worry of his anymore. Not when it felt so perfect.

He groaned and slid his hand up under coat and shirt to the skin of Drik's lower back, pulling as if there was any space between them that wasn't just clothing. He felt that want of closeness, for the feel of Dirk's body against his. "Dirk-" Want coloring Jason's voice.

He let go of Dirk's hair, only so he could reach down with both hands and pick him up. If Dirk wrapped his legs around him, he could get them somewhere -probably the bed. If not, the press of Dirk's body being supported by him felt amazing.

[evenindeath]

As soon as there was lift Dirk's legs wrapped around Jason's waist, that simmering eagerness boiling over with the encouragement. He wanted, he wanted, he couldn't get enough. The way Jason fought, the artistry of his body, the way he talked about art- every part of him just left Dirk hungry for more.

[lazarusinred]

The eagerness that Dirk responded with was intoxicating. It did not take many steps before his shin came in contact with the edge of the bed. He turned to gently fall to the bed, like their fall from the chair the night before. Only this time controlled and onto a giving surface that did not do more than push a harder breath out of him.

The paintings in his room were actually a test. To see what people he allowed in said about them. Dirk had the same reaction he had when he first saw it. It made him want Dirk all the more. Want more of everything with him.

He struggled out of his hoodie, which meant Dirk had to stop savaging his neck for a moment- just a moment. But it also meant presenting Dirk with more of his skin, which should be a good trade. "I want you, Dirk," he gasped between panted breaths. As if his hands going between them to work on the issue of pants was not obvious. They didn't have a whole lot of time, and the build up of everything left Jason in a frantic state of need.

[evenindeath]

"Fuck, I need you- Jay- goddamn-" Dirk swore as Jason struggled out of his hoodie, grasping at the bottom hem to help get it up and off of him. He loosened the grip his legs had around Jason's waist enough for him to work at his pants but only just enough for that.

He'd shrugged half out of the jacket but got it caught on his arms, giving up there - his shirt could be pushed up and out of the way easy enough. Besides, when Jason's hoodie was off Dirk could think of nothing but all that skin, hands grasping, mouth kissing his neck once more and lower, whatever he could reach.

[lazarusinred]

Wherever Dirk's mouth was, Jason leaned toward it fractionally. Eager for all the contact he could receive. He only spent enough time to get them free enough so he could wrap his hand around their cocks. The need to feel Dirk's length along his, to feel Dirk come undone.

Dirk still wearing his jacket gave Jason enough of a thrill that it made up for not being able to see Dirk's chest. He could still touch, so he slid his other hand up Dirk's shirt. Pushing it up out of the way was a side benefit. He could not get enough of the feel of Dirk's skin and how he seemed to eagerly want it in turn.

[evenindeath]

It was hot, wearing Jason's jacket while they messed around in his bed. While Dirk had that bite mark on his neck - it all gave him the most possessive thrill, the worst of his obsessive nature feeling fed and loved for the first time instead of denied. Teeth glanced off collarbone before moving up again, biting at his adam's apple before pressing his tongue against the mark left behind right after. He knew he should probably be embarrassed, how quickly it went from nothing to ready to go but Jason hardly seemed to mind that Dirk was hard and eagerly bucking into his hand, against his cock. Short nails dug into the skin of Jason's back to urge him on and a moment later his hand found Jason's to thread their fingers together as he wrapped his hand around their lengths as well.

"Jason, Jay - fuck - please-" he gasped out against Jason's neck.

[lazarusinred]

It would be the height of hypocrisy to mind something that he was an equal participant in. Jason had not imagined being so ready for this so fast- that knowing Dirk would be in his bed tonight only eased the edge of the need that burned in him. A need that fed into his desire to feel important to someone. To feel like Dirk needed him more than anything else.

Dirk's hand joining his, adding more for him to thrust against, how it echoed how they had held hands just moments ago- he didn't want to stop feeling the rise of heat from it. His name and 'please' gasped out against his neck, pushed him along even more.

"Dirk-" he gasped from that precipice. Head thrown back, hand on Dirk's chest grasping for purchase.

[evenindeath]

Look. Look. It wasn't that he couldn't last, they had someplace to be, right? So why hold back? Not that Dirk was thinking of much beyond that moment, beyond the heat of Jason's hand and his entwined around their lengths pressed between them, the scrape of teeth against skin soothed a moment later by a press of his tongue, his lips. Jason's grasping hand just urging him on further, faster, more -

"Jay-" he - alright he had been idly thinking about it, of leaving Jason a bite mark as deep and vivid as the one Jason had left on him, but it had been at the back of his mind. Not consciously decided upon, except he was right on the edge and he wanted Jason to be seen as his as badly as he telegraphed being Jason's and ultimately it was less that it was surprising to taste blood on his tongue but the absolute lack of surprise that came with it.

[lazarusinred]

The sharp pain against Jason's neck felt possessive and he welcomed it. The pain shuddered through him like electricity. Arching him against Dirk, and magnifying every bit of sensation. He came undone so satisfying and completely that he lost sense of everything but Dirk. A bright, pure, sharp, and hot moment of absolute surrender.

When he was able to breathe again, it was ragged and panting.

[evenindeath]

Dirk was not far behind Jason, the satisfying pleasure of someone just as tightly wound up in you as you were in them, there was little else like it he was finding. It was a beautiful searing white hot bliss, overtaking everything and leaving his own breath just as ragged, the taste of blood in his mouth and a stickiness between them that was uncomfortable yes but not actually as bad as he'd always been a little concerned it would be. The company made that part not matter really.

Again, an apologetic press of tongue to the wound left behind.

"There, now we match," Dirk said, his voice a rough whisper.

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"I like that," Jason said, his voice a ragged whisper in return.

He slipped his hand out from under Dirk's shirt and to Dirk's face, lifting it to his. Leaning in he licked a little smudge of his blood off Dirk's lips. It seemed like Dirk had bled him more than he had Dirk. The thought brought a smile to his lips. He kissed Dirk with an urgency that his body would most likely not be able to make good on. Which was fine, the urgency had more to do with how much he wanted to show Dirk how he filled something inside Jason. Warmed a part of his heart he had long given up on.

[evenindeath]

The urgency in the kiss left a simmering warmth inside Dirk. It took him a few moments to realize the strange happiness from this, there was such contentment he'd never felt before. Satisfaction. Yes he wanted more he always wanted more but in that moment he didn't feel like he was abjectly starved for it.

"You're incredible," Dirk murmured, his lips brushing Jason's as he spoke.

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Jason told himself that he did not need praise, but oh- it set his heart alight to hear it from Dirk's lips. "You're amazing," he murmured in return, some of it getting lost in another short kiss. "I wish we could just stay-" He arched a little into Dirk, which brought a small gasp out of him.

[evenindeath]

Wiping off their hands on clothing was not an option if they were going to be expected to be decent at lunch, but he had recalled when going over the inventory in his sylladex he had some shop towels. It'd work. Detaching a hand from Jason was really the hard part, pulling them from the inbetween space the seemingly limitless inventory was stored in took only a second. Of course, he got the whole damn roll since that was what was put in there. Overkill a bit.

"Here, fuck- think if we stay quiet we can just... hide out here for the next few hours. Years?" he asked, kissing Jason every few words as he blindly tore off a few of the shop towels to wipe up the worst of the mess between them.

[lazarusinred]

Jason did his best to help the process, mostly by staying still and resisting the urge to actively help. This really seemed like a single person in charge of the towels situation as long as they were working blind.

"They'd never expect me to stay that long. Steal food while Alfred is sleeping. Could work." Jason replied, also kissing Dirk every few words.

[evenindeath]

"Oh good he does sleep, that totally makes it easy," Dirk said, his lips grinning against Jason's. Basic cleanup done, he sent the rest of the unused roll back into his sylladex. It would be better to actually clean up with water but this was good enough for now, to be able to hitch their pants back up and for Dirk to put both his arms around Jason without worrying about staining clothing. Really the most important thing was the staying exactly where they were. "I never want to stop touching you."

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Clothing rearranging Jason could help with, make shorter work of it. Just pants, he was plenty warm with Dirk on top of him. He put one arm around Dirk's slimmer waist, holding him snuggly. With his other hand, he petted Dirk's hair. "Funny, I want that too."

[evenindeath]

Dirk fit nicely on top of Jason, he was becoming very pleased with the position.

"We can steal leftovers from the fridge. Go on romantic midnight library raids. Spend all day in bed. Perfect," Dirk said, thinking aloud. It actually wasn't that different from how some of his friends had to live, at least temporarily, when first entering the game world and having their homes overrun with monsters.

[lazarusinred]

"It does sound perfect," Jason agreed.

It was hard for Jason to believe that twenty-four hours ago he had never felt Dirk's body against his, and here he was now fitting so nicely. Like they had spent many weeks or months figuring it out. He stretched out contentedly for a moment before resettling his arms around Dirk. "What kind of books would you... borrow to have me read to you? Pretty sure I could manage holding one like this without fucking braining us." He briefly held his hands up as if to read. It would be much easier slightly propped up. Knowledge for the future, tucked away.

[evenindeath]

Dirk gave a small snort and was unable to keep the grin down at Jason's question. He had a nice voice, Dirk would like to hear him reading things aloud for him. Hell, that way he could 'read' while working too.

"I... don't really know. Never really sat down and read a lot. Hard to do while building robots or training. Something you like," he replied after a few moments of silence.