I feel it says something that this story was described as "pleasantly creepy".
Title: Just the other day
Summary: Bruce has always been fond of Jason's company.
Author's Notes: People shouldn't let me reread Te's Bruce/Jason stories. I get *bunnies*.
Title from Brenda Weiler's Breathe, which imo is a *massively* Bruce/Jason song. I cannot find the lyrics publically available *anywhere*, but here's the mp3!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
Jason's skin has always been soft, save for the scars he had long before he came to Bruce, now slick from exertion. Every press of Bruce's palms over hard muscle earns him another low sound.
Another low, pleased-sounding *curse*, murmured almost certainly only to test what Bruce will -- permit. Now.
Bruce enjoys this far more than he should. The boy's... exuberance. His brashness. His pleasure in Bruce's need, and Jason's pleasure in simply -- in what they do. In this.
The boldest and most beautiful thing Bruce has ever seen --
Jason had never hesitated, and Jason had kissed him and smiled and offered in ways Dick never had. Dick had been subtle enough that Bruce could trick himself into believing the offer wasn't there.
Jason had considered subtlety a demeaning waste of his time. It had taken three weeks before he began ensuring that Bruce saw him undressed.
His eyes as lovely as they always were and more challenging than anything Batman ever faced, meeting Bruce's gaze with a teasing grin.
Five weeks before he moaned Bruce's name in the showers after training loudly enough, obviously enough, that it could not be ignored or denied.
Two days after his first night as Robin, Bruce had kissed him. Jason had laughed -- "Fucking *finally*, Bruce" -- and kissed him back.
He is almost sure that Jason knows exactly how relieved Bruce was about that particular reaction. Despite the vulgarity.
Strokes his hair and smiles helplessly down at him. Purely visceral clench of arousal when Jason smirks sharply, just the way he does before knocking a mugger's teeth out. Tugs the boy up and kisses that hard smile until it softens against his mouth.
Jason breaks the kiss to laugh softly, arrogant and somehow sweet, and rests his mouth over Bruce's pulse. Robin, Bruce thinks, Jason, Jay, and keeps petting his hair.
Summary: Bruce has always been fond of Jason's company.
Author's Notes: People shouldn't let me reread Te's Bruce/Jason stories. I get *bunnies*.
Title from Brenda Weiler's Breathe, which imo is a *massively* Bruce/Jason song. I cannot find the lyrics publically available *anywhere*, but here's the mp3!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
Jason's skin has always been soft, save for the scars he had long before he came to Bruce, now slick from exertion. Every press of Bruce's palms over hard muscle earns him another low sound.
Another low, pleased-sounding *curse*, murmured almost certainly only to test what Bruce will -- permit. Now.
Bruce enjoys this far more than he should. The boy's... exuberance. His brashness. His pleasure in Bruce's need, and Jason's pleasure in simply -- in what they do. In this.
The boldest and most beautiful thing Bruce has ever seen --
Jason had never hesitated, and Jason had kissed him and smiled and offered in ways Dick never had. Dick had been subtle enough that Bruce could trick himself into believing the offer wasn't there.
Jason had considered subtlety a demeaning waste of his time. It had taken three weeks before he began ensuring that Bruce saw him undressed.
His eyes as lovely as they always were and more challenging than anything Batman ever faced, meeting Bruce's gaze with a teasing grin.
Five weeks before he moaned Bruce's name in the showers after training loudly enough, obviously enough, that it could not be ignored or denied.
Two days after his first night as Robin, Bruce had kissed him. Jason had laughed -- "Fucking *finally*, Bruce" -- and kissed him back.
He is almost sure that Jason knows exactly how relieved Bruce was about that particular reaction. Despite the vulgarity.
Strokes his hair and smiles helplessly down at him. Purely visceral clench of arousal when Jason smirks sharply, just the way he does before knocking a mugger's teeth out. Tugs the boy up and kisses that hard smile until it softens against his mouth.
Jason breaks the kiss to laugh softly, arrogant and somehow sweet, and rests his mouth over Bruce's pulse. Robin, Bruce thinks, Jason, Jay, and keeps petting his hair.