Planning and Plotting
Jason's birthday was coming up, and he wasn't planning on celebrating it. That would require telling Dick, and he wasn't going to do that either. Well, if Dick asked for Jason's birthday point blank, he wasn't going to lie, but he was not feeling up to offering the information. It wouldn't be his first birthday without his mother, but it was the first where he couldn't use jacking tires as an excuse to tire himself out and sleep the day away. Though, Jason had an idea what he would do this year. He was planning on training the whole day, locked in the training room. Probably not the most emotionally sound idea, but it would definitely be more legal than last year.
Dick was pretty freakin' proud of himself. He'd been sent on the very boring mission of tracking down some birth records for a case and while ferreting out that information it had occurred to him that he could, perhaps, look up Jason's birthday and surprise him with a gift. On the whole, Dick was very bad with gifts - he just wasn't good at finding thoughtful gifts that delighted the recipient - so he relied a lot on surprise to make things special. It seemed like a fair trade-off, although Babs seemed to be getting fed up with his 'generic gifts for women' routine. But in this case that wasn't an issue, so Dick was in good shape for the moment. He just needed to find some gift for Jason in the next two and half weeks and he'd be all set. So, suffice to say Dick was looking pretty smug when he got off of work that afternoon, grinning at Jason in the most obnoxious manner possible. "I've got a surprise for you, but you can't have it just yet. I wanted to tell you though so that you'll spend your every waking moment wondering what it is."
Jason frowned when he heard Dick come in with that news. He was just about to go train a bit, but Dick being obnoxious, he learned, bore well for no one. Jason gave a him a suspicious look. "Why are you so smug? It can't just be about whatever you're trying to surprise me with," he said, crossing his arms. He wanted to train before Dick came home, but he had gotten side tracked thinking about his mom since he was missing her a bit, with his birthday in a few weeks. Nothing too weird about that, but there was no way Jason would be able to train with Dick looking like the cat that caught the canary. "Spill," he demanded, though he doubt demanding anything from Dick would work.
"Nope!" Dick grinned and plopped his hat down on Jason's head, then darted off down the hall to take a shower. If there was one thing Dick was good at, it was keeping a secret. "Do you want dinner? I'll make food when I'm done in the shower," he said as if he hadn't just made a cryptic announcement and then refused to explain further.
Pulling off the hate unhappily, Jason just threw it after Dick as he ran towards the bathroom. Unfortunately, Jason didn't have any chance of hitting Dick, but felt better throwing the damned hat. "Loser!" he shouted, in childish retaliation. "I can cook. You don't always have to cook, you know!" He knew Dick well enough he wouldn't find out a thing if Dick didn't want him to. Hell, Jason still didn't really know anything about Dick's life before he got to Bludhaven, and Jason didn't really have the resources to do so without rousing Dick's suspicions. It was a little off putting.
The hat bounced off Dick's ass, illiciting a burst of laughter from him before he darted into the bathroom. "Okay, so make me dinner the!" he called, poking his head back around the bathroom door. "I'm not going to complain if you do! ...Unless you want to join me in here, of course." He gave Jason an incredibly lewd grin and then disappeared into the bathroom once more.
That was quite a tempting offer, but it would never end in anyone getting clean or actually eating. "No way! Your smug ass can shower on your own!" he told him as Dick went back into the bathroom, and Jason made his way into the kitchen, making a beeline for a pot ton boil water for spaghetti. Simple and quick, and there was still some sauce in the fridge that Dick brought home. It definitely wasn't store bought, but Dick had been vague on who made it. Jason didn't like the vague, but the sauce was amazing, so Jason wasn't going to complain.
Dick showered quickly and was drying off before the pasta was even ready. He wandered out into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair in damp disarray from being toweled off. It still dripped a bit, sending water droplets sliding down his chest and back. "Whatcha making?" he asked as he padded up behind Jason and pressed a kiss to the top of the boy's head. The lack of clothes, for once, didn't seem to be Dick showing off. He was just very comfortable with or without clothes on and didn't see any reason to get dressed just yet.
Jason avoided looking at Dick because that would be distracting, and burning water would be ridiculously embarrassing. "Spaghetti," he said as he moved to add some salt to the boiling water before dumping the pasta. "Can you warm up the sauce from the fridge?" When Dick turned to do so, Jason sneaked a glance at Dick's ass. Hey, he was not a saint, even if he has been denying Dick earlier.
"You're so much better about making food than me," said Dick, who generally just used cold sauce and really didn't notice a difference. But he got out the sause anyway and dumped a generous amount of it into a sauce pan. Coming to stand next to Jason he set it on the stove and set the burner to a medium heat.
"Had to. If I didn't eat healthy, living how I did would have been tougher," he stated as he turned the pasta in the pot, so they wouldn't stick together.
"Hmm... I suppose so..." mused Dick, who really hadn't thought about it that way. It had been so long since he'd ever come close to worrying about food - or a shelter or anything like that in fact - that it hadn't even occured to him that someone would worry. Well, that was privilige for you. How much of a super hero was he really if he didn't even think about people's basic needs? It bore thinking about - but later. For now Jason was far more interesting.
Jason didn't really want to think about when he used to live. Things were much better now. He stirred the spaghetti one more time before getting a piece of it and throwing it past Dick's head, to have it stick the wall. "It's done," he said with a grin as he turned off the burner and moved to dump the water in the sink. "You can get that piece off the wall," he added happily as he dumped the water down the drain, carefully making sure the pasta didn't join the water.
"You are such a little brat," muttered Dick as he stirred at the sauce. It seemed to be read as well, so he turned off the burner and went to retrieve the piece of spaghetti from the wall. The errant pasta was tossed in the trash on the way to the cabinet to bowls and forks for both of them.
Jason just grinned as he brought the pot over to the table, ready to pour the pasta into the bowls. "Yeah, so? You love it," he said cheekily as he dumped half the spaghetti in each bowl. "And I'm not little. I'll probably get taller than you." He wanted to add some innuendo, but innuendo over dinner, as tempting as it was, would probably not be conducive to finishing the meal. He really wanted to eat something he made for once.
Dick eyed Jason speculatively. "Hunh. I doubt it," he said, though he really couldn't be sure of that. Jason was fairly tall already and he had time to grow yet, not to mention the fact that Dick himself wasn't all that tall really. He'd never been bothered by it, but that didn't stop him from feeling the absurd need to insist that Jason would always be smaller than him. Competitiveness could be ridiculous sometimes.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Nuh-huh, you're short, and I still have time to grow. Totally going to tower over you." Okay, maybe not tower, per say, but he'd definitely have a few inches over Dick in a few years. Personally, Jason couldn't wait. It was going to be fun to have him look up for a change. Anyway, it was better to be posturing over height rather than dick size, because well, Jason didn't think that would be an area he could win in.
"No you're not. I wont let you - I've got enough people towering over me already," groused Dick as he liberally applied sauce to his spaghetti. A pause, then he added, sounding a bit cross: "And I am not short! I'm average height for a guy!" Which was true and yet somehow he'd still always felt a bit on the short side. On the other hand, he could kick the ass of just about anyone that cared to cross him, so it evened out. And he was probably better in bed then those tall guys too. So there.
Jason laughed as he snatched the sauce pan away from Dick before he took all the sauce. He added the rest of the sauce to his spaghetti before putting the pan in the sink. "You can't really stop me," Jason sing songed as he sat down to start eating. "I'm going to be taller than you, Dick, so you're gonna have to look up for a change." That brought a grin to Jason's face before he twirled some speghetti and shoving it in his mouth. Dick had to learn that he didn't have to be taller than Jason, though Jason was being hypocrite since he would just love to be able to best Dick in someway. Even in a way that just happens.
But of course that was natural. Who didn't compete over meaningless things like height? "I would say I'll never look up to you, but that would be mean," said Dick with a low chuckle. "Well, if you ever actually manage to grow those last few inches, I guess I'll just have to accept it."
When Jason finished his mouthful of pasta, he just stuck his tongue out at Dick. "You will, totally," he promised, twirling more pasta. "Maybe someday I'll be able to overpower you, too." Though, Jason was definitely not holding his breath, and actually, that sounded a bit more sexual than Jason had meant to. Oops, he thought as he ate another forkful of pasta.
That got another chuckle from Dick, a bit lower and more throaty this time. "Really? Hmm, we'll see about that. I don't know if I can let that happen," he replied before taking a bite of pasta. Nope, that one was definitely not going to happen. Dick was always on top unless he decided otherwise and that was just the way it was going to be.
"I think someone has control issues," Jason said lightly after finishing his mouthful of spaghetti, twirling another forkful. "You should really work on that." Not that Jason minded, but Dick needed to let someone else take control sometime. Maybe that would be Jason, he hoped.
"You just leave my issues out of this," protested Dick. He was grinning, apparently not all that concerned. But no matter how much he joked about it, it didn't make it any easier to let go.
"You admit you have issues. That's the first step to recovery," he said solemnly before chuckling and eating another mouthful of spaghetti. Jason could deal with Dick's issues, since Dick dealt with his.
A snort of amusement from Dick. Issues? Oh sure, he had lots. That was easy to admit. It was fixing them that was the hard part. He'd had more than a few fights with Barbara about the matter and they always seemed to go in circles. Dick didn't think he was all that bad off, really. Compared to father figures he could name, he was positively normal. "Do I have to list them all when I admit to them? Because that could take a while," he joked between bites of food.
"We don't want to be at the dinner table all night," Jason agreed jokingly before taking another bite of food. As he swallowed his food, Jason remembered something. He put his elbows on the table and leaned towards Dick. "So, what was that surprise I can't have yet that you were talking about earlier, hmmm?" He wanted to know, and he wanted to know now.
And he just wasn't going to get to know. "What surprise?" he asked, his expression one of utter innocence. "I don't recall telling you I had a surprise for you." Another bite of food and an absolutely seraphic expression from Dick, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Jason rolled his eyes, eating the last forkful of pasta before pushing his chair away from the table to get up. He moved over to Dick, pulling his chair from the table, and Jason straddled Dick's lap. "Really?" he asked innocently as he sat in Dick's lap, being completely innocent. Yeah, about as innocent as Dick looked. Total bull.
Well, two could play at THIS game. Dick leaned around Jason, apparently uninterested in the attractive young man sitting on his lap. "You're in the way of my food," he protested sadly, flailing his arms in a pathetic fashion as he reached around Jason and pretended that he couldn't reach his bowl anymore. "You're a terrible little boy, Oliver."
Jason shrugged, not buying Dick's little act one bit. "Mmhmm," he hummed as he started to kiss Dick's neck, working his way up to his ear. "I made the food, so I can get in the way of it all I like." With that said, Jason pulled away a bit to push Dick's bowl further away. "Hey, I'm not a little boy. You'll regret saying that when I'm taller than you. You'll be the little one." And when Jason finally had that growth spurt, he was going to rub it in as much as possible. "Though, at the moment, I don't think anyone here is little." To put emphasis, Jason moved his hips against Dick's, just daring him to ignore that.
"Oh, very clever..." chuckled Dick, who gave up going after dinner and slid his hands down to Jason's ass instead. "Well, if I can't have my food, I'll just have to eat you..." And with that he leaned down and bit Jason's neck. His fingers pressed against Jason's butt, feeling the curve of it even through his jeans.
"I know...I am," Jason said between the gasps because of what Dick's hands were doing. In response to that Jason held onto Dick's shoulders for balance. With Dick's hands where they were, Jason didn't trust himself to not toppled over. "Hmm, that sounds like a good idea... And maybe I can have you for dessert?" he asked easily enough as ground down against Dick. Jason was definitely more confident with his innuendo, and it showed. Though, he still wasn't too sure of his prowess with giving head. He'd just have to work on that tonight.
Dick was pretty freakin' proud of himself. He'd been sent on the very boring mission of tracking down some birth records for a case and while ferreting out that information it had occurred to him that he could, perhaps, look up Jason's birthday and surprise him with a gift. On the whole, Dick was very bad with gifts - he just wasn't good at finding thoughtful gifts that delighted the recipient - so he relied a lot on surprise to make things special. It seemed like a fair trade-off, although Babs seemed to be getting fed up with his 'generic gifts for women' routine. But in this case that wasn't an issue, so Dick was in good shape for the moment. He just needed to find some gift for Jason in the next two and half weeks and he'd be all set. So, suffice to say Dick was looking pretty smug when he got off of work that afternoon, grinning at Jason in the most obnoxious manner possible. "I've got a surprise for you, but you can't have it just yet. I wanted to tell you though so that you'll spend your every waking moment wondering what it is."
Jason frowned when he heard Dick come in with that news. He was just about to go train a bit, but Dick being obnoxious, he learned, bore well for no one. Jason gave a him a suspicious look. "Why are you so smug? It can't just be about whatever you're trying to surprise me with," he said, crossing his arms. He wanted to train before Dick came home, but he had gotten side tracked thinking about his mom since he was missing her a bit, with his birthday in a few weeks. Nothing too weird about that, but there was no way Jason would be able to train with Dick looking like the cat that caught the canary. "Spill," he demanded, though he doubt demanding anything from Dick would work.
"Nope!" Dick grinned and plopped his hat down on Jason's head, then darted off down the hall to take a shower. If there was one thing Dick was good at, it was keeping a secret. "Do you want dinner? I'll make food when I'm done in the shower," he said as if he hadn't just made a cryptic announcement and then refused to explain further.
Pulling off the hate unhappily, Jason just threw it after Dick as he ran towards the bathroom. Unfortunately, Jason didn't have any chance of hitting Dick, but felt better throwing the damned hat. "Loser!" he shouted, in childish retaliation. "I can cook. You don't always have to cook, you know!" He knew Dick well enough he wouldn't find out a thing if Dick didn't want him to. Hell, Jason still didn't really know anything about Dick's life before he got to Bludhaven, and Jason didn't really have the resources to do so without rousing Dick's suspicions. It was a little off putting.
The hat bounced off Dick's ass, illiciting a burst of laughter from him before he darted into the bathroom. "Okay, so make me dinner the!" he called, poking his head back around the bathroom door. "I'm not going to complain if you do! ...Unless you want to join me in here, of course." He gave Jason an incredibly lewd grin and then disappeared into the bathroom once more.
That was quite a tempting offer, but it would never end in anyone getting clean or actually eating. "No way! Your smug ass can shower on your own!" he told him as Dick went back into the bathroom, and Jason made his way into the kitchen, making a beeline for a pot ton boil water for spaghetti. Simple and quick, and there was still some sauce in the fridge that Dick brought home. It definitely wasn't store bought, but Dick had been vague on who made it. Jason didn't like the vague, but the sauce was amazing, so Jason wasn't going to complain.
Dick showered quickly and was drying off before the pasta was even ready. He wandered out into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair in damp disarray from being toweled off. It still dripped a bit, sending water droplets sliding down his chest and back. "Whatcha making?" he asked as he padded up behind Jason and pressed a kiss to the top of the boy's head. The lack of clothes, for once, didn't seem to be Dick showing off. He was just very comfortable with or without clothes on and didn't see any reason to get dressed just yet.
Jason avoided looking at Dick because that would be distracting, and burning water would be ridiculously embarrassing. "Spaghetti," he said as he moved to add some salt to the boiling water before dumping the pasta. "Can you warm up the sauce from the fridge?" When Dick turned to do so, Jason sneaked a glance at Dick's ass. Hey, he was not a saint, even if he has been denying Dick earlier.
"You're so much better about making food than me," said Dick, who generally just used cold sauce and really didn't notice a difference. But he got out the sause anyway and dumped a generous amount of it into a sauce pan. Coming to stand next to Jason he set it on the stove and set the burner to a medium heat.
"Had to. If I didn't eat healthy, living how I did would have been tougher," he stated as he turned the pasta in the pot, so they wouldn't stick together.
"Hmm... I suppose so..." mused Dick, who really hadn't thought about it that way. It had been so long since he'd ever come close to worrying about food - or a shelter or anything like that in fact - that it hadn't even occured to him that someone would worry. Well, that was privilige for you. How much of a super hero was he really if he didn't even think about people's basic needs? It bore thinking about - but later. For now Jason was far more interesting.
Jason didn't really want to think about when he used to live. Things were much better now. He stirred the spaghetti one more time before getting a piece of it and throwing it past Dick's head, to have it stick the wall. "It's done," he said with a grin as he turned off the burner and moved to dump the water in the sink. "You can get that piece off the wall," he added happily as he dumped the water down the drain, carefully making sure the pasta didn't join the water.
"You are such a little brat," muttered Dick as he stirred at the sauce. It seemed to be read as well, so he turned off the burner and went to retrieve the piece of spaghetti from the wall. The errant pasta was tossed in the trash on the way to the cabinet to bowls and forks for both of them.
Jason just grinned as he brought the pot over to the table, ready to pour the pasta into the bowls. "Yeah, so? You love it," he said cheekily as he dumped half the spaghetti in each bowl. "And I'm not little. I'll probably get taller than you." He wanted to add some innuendo, but innuendo over dinner, as tempting as it was, would probably not be conducive to finishing the meal. He really wanted to eat something he made for once.
Dick eyed Jason speculatively. "Hunh. I doubt it," he said, though he really couldn't be sure of that. Jason was fairly tall already and he had time to grow yet, not to mention the fact that Dick himself wasn't all that tall really. He'd never been bothered by it, but that didn't stop him from feeling the absurd need to insist that Jason would always be smaller than him. Competitiveness could be ridiculous sometimes.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Nuh-huh, you're short, and I still have time to grow. Totally going to tower over you." Okay, maybe not tower, per say, but he'd definitely have a few inches over Dick in a few years. Personally, Jason couldn't wait. It was going to be fun to have him look up for a change. Anyway, it was better to be posturing over height rather than dick size, because well, Jason didn't think that would be an area he could win in.
"No you're not. I wont let you - I've got enough people towering over me already," groused Dick as he liberally applied sauce to his spaghetti. A pause, then he added, sounding a bit cross: "And I am not short! I'm average height for a guy!" Which was true and yet somehow he'd still always felt a bit on the short side. On the other hand, he could kick the ass of just about anyone that cared to cross him, so it evened out. And he was probably better in bed then those tall guys too. So there.
Jason laughed as he snatched the sauce pan away from Dick before he took all the sauce. He added the rest of the sauce to his spaghetti before putting the pan in the sink. "You can't really stop me," Jason sing songed as he sat down to start eating. "I'm going to be taller than you, Dick, so you're gonna have to look up for a change." That brought a grin to Jason's face before he twirled some speghetti and shoving it in his mouth. Dick had to learn that he didn't have to be taller than Jason, though Jason was being hypocrite since he would just love to be able to best Dick in someway. Even in a way that just happens.
But of course that was natural. Who didn't compete over meaningless things like height? "I would say I'll never look up to you, but that would be mean," said Dick with a low chuckle. "Well, if you ever actually manage to grow those last few inches, I guess I'll just have to accept it."
When Jason finished his mouthful of pasta, he just stuck his tongue out at Dick. "You will, totally," he promised, twirling more pasta. "Maybe someday I'll be able to overpower you, too." Though, Jason was definitely not holding his breath, and actually, that sounded a bit more sexual than Jason had meant to. Oops, he thought as he ate another forkful of pasta.
That got another chuckle from Dick, a bit lower and more throaty this time. "Really? Hmm, we'll see about that. I don't know if I can let that happen," he replied before taking a bite of pasta. Nope, that one was definitely not going to happen. Dick was always on top unless he decided otherwise and that was just the way it was going to be.
"I think someone has control issues," Jason said lightly after finishing his mouthful of spaghetti, twirling another forkful. "You should really work on that." Not that Jason minded, but Dick needed to let someone else take control sometime. Maybe that would be Jason, he hoped.
"You just leave my issues out of this," protested Dick. He was grinning, apparently not all that concerned. But no matter how much he joked about it, it didn't make it any easier to let go.
"You admit you have issues. That's the first step to recovery," he said solemnly before chuckling and eating another mouthful of spaghetti. Jason could deal with Dick's issues, since Dick dealt with his.
A snort of amusement from Dick. Issues? Oh sure, he had lots. That was easy to admit. It was fixing them that was the hard part. He'd had more than a few fights with Barbara about the matter and they always seemed to go in circles. Dick didn't think he was all that bad off, really. Compared to father figures he could name, he was positively normal. "Do I have to list them all when I admit to them? Because that could take a while," he joked between bites of food.
"We don't want to be at the dinner table all night," Jason agreed jokingly before taking another bite of food. As he swallowed his food, Jason remembered something. He put his elbows on the table and leaned towards Dick. "So, what was that surprise I can't have yet that you were talking about earlier, hmmm?" He wanted to know, and he wanted to know now.
And he just wasn't going to get to know. "What surprise?" he asked, his expression one of utter innocence. "I don't recall telling you I had a surprise for you." Another bite of food and an absolutely seraphic expression from Dick, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Jason rolled his eyes, eating the last forkful of pasta before pushing his chair away from the table to get up. He moved over to Dick, pulling his chair from the table, and Jason straddled Dick's lap. "Really?" he asked innocently as he sat in Dick's lap, being completely innocent. Yeah, about as innocent as Dick looked. Total bull.
Well, two could play at THIS game. Dick leaned around Jason, apparently uninterested in the attractive young man sitting on his lap. "You're in the way of my food," he protested sadly, flailing his arms in a pathetic fashion as he reached around Jason and pretended that he couldn't reach his bowl anymore. "You're a terrible little boy, Oliver."
Jason shrugged, not buying Dick's little act one bit. "Mmhmm," he hummed as he started to kiss Dick's neck, working his way up to his ear. "I made the food, so I can get in the way of it all I like." With that said, Jason pulled away a bit to push Dick's bowl further away. "Hey, I'm not a little boy. You'll regret saying that when I'm taller than you. You'll be the little one." And when Jason finally had that growth spurt, he was going to rub it in as much as possible. "Though, at the moment, I don't think anyone here is little." To put emphasis, Jason moved his hips against Dick's, just daring him to ignore that.
"Oh, very clever..." chuckled Dick, who gave up going after dinner and slid his hands down to Jason's ass instead. "Well, if I can't have my food, I'll just have to eat you..." And with that he leaned down and bit Jason's neck. His fingers pressed against Jason's butt, feeling the curve of it even through his jeans.
"I know...I am," Jason said between the gasps because of what Dick's hands were doing. In response to that Jason held onto Dick's shoulders for balance. With Dick's hands where they were, Jason didn't trust himself to not toppled over. "Hmm, that sounds like a good idea... And maybe I can have you for dessert?" he asked easily enough as ground down against Dick. Jason was definitely more confident with his innuendo, and it showed. Though, he still wasn't too sure of his prowess with giving head. He'd just have to work on that tonight.