Fic: Strangers on a Rooftop; Tim/Jason; NC-17
Title: Strangers on a Rooftop
Pairing: Tim/Jason
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal.
Word Count: 1,200ish
Author's Notes: MERRY PORNMAS, GLORIA!
Strangers on a Rooftop
Tim knew, the minute the kiss began, that he was not in control of the situation. He had seen Jason’s flirting, Jason’s teasing, Jason’s groping as just another way for Jason to mess with him. When Tim had tried to call Jason’s bluff, he soon realized that it wasn’t a bluff at all.
Jason’s mouth was hard on his, his tongue was hot and furious in Tim’s mouth. Possessing him, overwhelming him, driving out any notion that any of this would be on Tim’s terms.
Tim felt the cold chill of panic run down his spine but it was immediately inundated by molten heat when Jason dropped his mouth from Tim’s lips and moved it to his throat. Jason didn’t kiss him, he didn’t lick and he didn’t suck.
He bit.
Hard and firm and Tim could feel every one of Jason’s teeth digging into the solid muscle on the side of Tim’s neck.
Tim shouted and he meant for it to be in pain but it didn’t feel like pain. Not anymore. The deeper Jason’s teeth sunk into his muscle, the better it felt and Tim’s shout morphed into a groan.
Jason grunted wetly against Tim’s neck when Tim’s knees went weak. Rather than holding Tim up, supporting him until he could regain his balance, Jason just cupped Tim’s shoulder and pushed him down to the ground.
The cold hard pavement was rough on Tim’s knees. The sudden shock of impact hurt and Tim gasped slightly. He was still reeling from the pain in his legs when Jason used one hand to cup the back of Tim’s head firmly. The other went, without hesitation, the fly of his jeans. It was a matter of seconds for Jason to free his erection and before Tim had a chance to register his shock, Jason was using the hand on Tim’s head to pull him forward.
Jason’s cock bumped against Tim’s lips, hard enough to hurt. Tim glanced up at Jason, eyes wide with surprise but Jason just moved his hand to Tim’s jaw and thumbed open Tim’s mouth. He pressed inside and he was hot and he was smooth and the feel of him gliding across Tim’s tongue made something low in his gut clench and roil.
Jason groaned, long and loud. His fingers gentled on Tim’s face, more coaxing, now, than demanding. He pulled Tim gently by his hair, moving him up and down on Jason’s cock. Tim felt his lips swelling as they pounded relentlessly against the fist Jason used to hold his cock steady for Tim’s mouth.
Tim breathed in hard though his nose, hoping to dispel the dizziness he felt around his eyes and knowing full well that dizziness had everything to do with arousal and nothing to do with lack of oxygen. As he took in another deep breath he could smell Jason all around him, musk and leather and stale tobacco smoke. Tim rarely got close enough to Jason to smell him. It made the whole thing seem more intimate, more personal.
It was probably more than a little twisted that Tim thought smelling Jason was more intimate than sucking him off.
Jason’s fingers were twitching his hair and his cock was pulsing in Tim’s mouth. Tim felt his own erection surge against the closed confines of his tights. It was hot and aching and the friction against jock strap was both too much and not nearly enough all at the same time. He shifted his hips in an attempt to alleviate the pressure but all that did was make it worse and Tim couldn’t fight down the whimper that tangled in his throat.
Jason let out a harsh cry and all the sudden Jason’s fist wasn’t against his lips anymore. Both of his hands tangled in Tim’s hair and Tim almost gagged when the thick press of Jason’s cock hit the back of his throat. It was too much. Tim couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, all he could do was swallow around Jason’s cock as Jason stood above him.
It felt like Jason pressed further and deeper with each thrust of his hips and pull on Tim’s hair. Tim had to grab a hold on Jason’s belt to steady himself as Jason rocked them together. He moved their entire bodies with each flick of his hips and Tim couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the rhythm.
His jock was rubbing up against him every time Jason rocked him forward to take in his cock. It was delicious and painful and Tim wished he wasn’t wearing clothing, he wished his cock was bare and his hand was free.
He wanted to come.
He needed to come.
So, apparently, did Jason.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Tim,” Jason swore, his voice low and husky and utterly desperate.
Tim rolled his eyes up to look at Jason’s face. Jason’s teeth dug into his lower lip and his eyes were shut tight, his jaw was tensed and his brows were furrowed. He was shaking his head back and forth slowly and it was clear he was trying hard to even out his breathing.
He wasn’t having much success.
Jason opened his eyes and looked down at Tim. When he saw Tim looking back up at him his eyes went wide a little shocky. He made a sort of unintelligible noise and bit his lip even harder. He kept his eyes wide open as he pulled hard on Tim’s head, pushing himself as deeply down Tim’s throat as he could.
He swore loudly as he came, his cock pulsing in Tim’s mouth and his come shooting right down Tim’s throat. He shook and shivered and his hands convulsed. His eyes still wide and his pupils dilated.
He pulled himself from Tim’s mouth abruptly. Tim coughed and gagged, he wiped spit and come from his lips as he looked up at Jason.
Jason was staring down at him as if he had never seen him before. As if Tim was a completely different person and Jason very much wanted to understand him but couldn’t seem to.
Tim… kind of liked it.
He smirked up Jason and kicked hard, he took out Jason’s knee and Jason ended up in a crumpled heap next to Tim on the hard cement. Jason’s eyes were still wide and his mouth was open , about to protest Tim’s rough maneuver.
Tim tore off his belt, pulled down his tights and fisted his own erection. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise and he couldn’t seem to look away from Tim’s hand on his own cock.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he told Jason in a commanding voice.
Jason met his eyes again, still looking surprised. Then the surprise melted off his face and he smirked sharply back at Tim.
“You got it, boss,” he husked and reached for Tim.
Pairing: Tim/Jason
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal.
Word Count: 1,200ish
Author's Notes: MERRY PORNMAS, GLORIA!
Strangers on a Rooftop
Tim knew, the minute the kiss began, that he was not in control of the situation. He had seen Jason’s flirting, Jason’s teasing, Jason’s groping as just another way for Jason to mess with him. When Tim had tried to call Jason’s bluff, he soon realized that it wasn’t a bluff at all.
Jason’s mouth was hard on his, his tongue was hot and furious in Tim’s mouth. Possessing him, overwhelming him, driving out any notion that any of this would be on Tim’s terms.
Tim felt the cold chill of panic run down his spine but it was immediately inundated by molten heat when Jason dropped his mouth from Tim’s lips and moved it to his throat. Jason didn’t kiss him, he didn’t lick and he didn’t suck.
He bit.
Hard and firm and Tim could feel every one of Jason’s teeth digging into the solid muscle on the side of Tim’s neck.
Tim shouted and he meant for it to be in pain but it didn’t feel like pain. Not anymore. The deeper Jason’s teeth sunk into his muscle, the better it felt and Tim’s shout morphed into a groan.
Jason grunted wetly against Tim’s neck when Tim’s knees went weak. Rather than holding Tim up, supporting him until he could regain his balance, Jason just cupped Tim’s shoulder and pushed him down to the ground.
The cold hard pavement was rough on Tim’s knees. The sudden shock of impact hurt and Tim gasped slightly. He was still reeling from the pain in his legs when Jason used one hand to cup the back of Tim’s head firmly. The other went, without hesitation, the fly of his jeans. It was a matter of seconds for Jason to free his erection and before Tim had a chance to register his shock, Jason was using the hand on Tim’s head to pull him forward.
Jason’s cock bumped against Tim’s lips, hard enough to hurt. Tim glanced up at Jason, eyes wide with surprise but Jason just moved his hand to Tim’s jaw and thumbed open Tim’s mouth. He pressed inside and he was hot and he was smooth and the feel of him gliding across Tim’s tongue made something low in his gut clench and roil.
Jason groaned, long and loud. His fingers gentled on Tim’s face, more coaxing, now, than demanding. He pulled Tim gently by his hair, moving him up and down on Jason’s cock. Tim felt his lips swelling as they pounded relentlessly against the fist Jason used to hold his cock steady for Tim’s mouth.
Tim breathed in hard though his nose, hoping to dispel the dizziness he felt around his eyes and knowing full well that dizziness had everything to do with arousal and nothing to do with lack of oxygen. As he took in another deep breath he could smell Jason all around him, musk and leather and stale tobacco smoke. Tim rarely got close enough to Jason to smell him. It made the whole thing seem more intimate, more personal.
It was probably more than a little twisted that Tim thought smelling Jason was more intimate than sucking him off.
Jason’s fingers were twitching his hair and his cock was pulsing in Tim’s mouth. Tim felt his own erection surge against the closed confines of his tights. It was hot and aching and the friction against jock strap was both too much and not nearly enough all at the same time. He shifted his hips in an attempt to alleviate the pressure but all that did was make it worse and Tim couldn’t fight down the whimper that tangled in his throat.
Jason let out a harsh cry and all the sudden Jason’s fist wasn’t against his lips anymore. Both of his hands tangled in Tim’s hair and Tim almost gagged when the thick press of Jason’s cock hit the back of his throat. It was too much. Tim couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, all he could do was swallow around Jason’s cock as Jason stood above him.
It felt like Jason pressed further and deeper with each thrust of his hips and pull on Tim’s hair. Tim had to grab a hold on Jason’s belt to steady himself as Jason rocked them together. He moved their entire bodies with each flick of his hips and Tim couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the rhythm.
His jock was rubbing up against him every time Jason rocked him forward to take in his cock. It was delicious and painful and Tim wished he wasn’t wearing clothing, he wished his cock was bare and his hand was free.
He wanted to come.
He needed to come.
So, apparently, did Jason.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Tim,” Jason swore, his voice low and husky and utterly desperate.
Tim rolled his eyes up to look at Jason’s face. Jason’s teeth dug into his lower lip and his eyes were shut tight, his jaw was tensed and his brows were furrowed. He was shaking his head back and forth slowly and it was clear he was trying hard to even out his breathing.
He wasn’t having much success.
Jason opened his eyes and looked down at Tim. When he saw Tim looking back up at him his eyes went wide a little shocky. He made a sort of unintelligible noise and bit his lip even harder. He kept his eyes wide open as he pulled hard on Tim’s head, pushing himself as deeply down Tim’s throat as he could.
He swore loudly as he came, his cock pulsing in Tim’s mouth and his come shooting right down Tim’s throat. He shook and shivered and his hands convulsed. His eyes still wide and his pupils dilated.
He pulled himself from Tim’s mouth abruptly. Tim coughed and gagged, he wiped spit and come from his lips as he looked up at Jason.
Jason was staring down at him as if he had never seen him before. As if Tim was a completely different person and Jason very much wanted to understand him but couldn’t seem to.
Tim… kind of liked it.
He smirked up Jason and kicked hard, he took out Jason’s knee and Jason ended up in a crumpled heap next to Tim on the hard cement. Jason’s eyes were still wide and his mouth was open , about to protest Tim’s rough maneuver.
Tim tore off his belt, pulled down his tights and fisted his own erection. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise and he couldn’t seem to look away from Tim’s hand on his own cock.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he told Jason in a commanding voice.
Jason met his eyes again, still looking surprised. Then the surprise melted off his face and he smirked sharply back at Tim.
“You got it, boss,” he husked and reached for Tim.