Miércoles: Doomed Love
Hello again, we're right in the middle of the week and the weekend is just around the corner. I’m dreammaidenn and today's theme is Doomed Love. Prompts can be about breakups, misunderstandings, confusion, unspoken words, heartbreak, ANYTHING you want and however you choose to interpret the theme. And as always, have fun!
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"Jay," Bruce says like the word hurts and all the air has been punched out of his lungs.
Jason's eyelids flutter shut. He's a kid again and Bruce's too familiar aftershave wafts in the air around him, and he feels like he could crawl into his lap and Bruce let him. Wouldn't push him away like he did when he wasn't sure of Jason. Of the things he was asking for.
When Jason meets Bruce's eyes again there's a brief flash of guilt, Jason swallows something bitter. Almost pulls away. He died, he came back turned the city over its head. They're dealing with it, but they're not quite there yet.
After the pit he was pure rage, a discombobulated mess seeing red. Jason wanted to tear the city apart, burn Gotham down to the ground, the city Bruce kept protecting in a way he couldn't do for him. Bruce had let him go and did nothing about it. Jason hated him, only he didn't. A part Jason wanted to come home for Bruce to say he had missed him, but he only took every punch and biting word and never fought back. Not even killing the one who tear them apart in the first place.
He doesn't bring up the past, not when they're still walking on eggshells around each other. Not when Bruce is so close Jason sees the little imperfections on his skin from years of fighting crime. Not when Bruce finally kisses him like he's been starving and his tongue licks the inside of Jason's mouth, and they kiss long and hard and bruising but Jason doesn't care until his lung burn and they pull away fighting for air.
Jason is waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Bruce to deny him this, but he keeps staring at him as if any minute now Jason is going to disappear again.
"This suit," Jason begins, hands roaming over Bruce's chest where the bat is emblazoned, "this place." He laughs mirthlessly, shakes his head looking around the bat cave not being able to stop a dozen memories. "I always wanted you to fuck me here."
"Yeah?"
And this time Bruce does. Bat suit in the floor next to Jason's leather jacket. Kisses him until his lips are bitten red, touches him, every inch of skin he can reach, fucks up into him so deep while Jason is riding him on one of the chairs he's sure he's going to still feel him tomorrow. He grunts, "Jay," and "Fuck," and Jason nods, grips onto Bruce's bicep, bites his bottom lip. Feels greedy asks for more, faster. Spills over Bruce's thick chest, shuts his eyes while Bruce keeps fucking him until he feels Bruce still under him.
Afterwards Bruce doesn't ask him to stay, doesn't offer Alfred's breakfast as a bribe to make him spend the night, doesn't try to bring him back. They dress in silence, stealing glances, stretching their time soon coming to an end.
"Jason. Jay, you know you-"
"Ask me," Jason says like a dare. He isn't surprised Bruce just clamps shut. Lets him go. No, Jason is choosing to leave, not giving into Bruce or this need.
"See you around," Jason throws out before he walks out.
This time around Jason is doing things his own way.
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Oh, ouch. Thank you!
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