Something Like Therapy
The sloppy aftermath of Red Cup Talk.
Title: Something Like Therapy
Fandom: Batman/Red Hood and the Outlaws
Characters: JasonxRoy+Kori
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 700
Summary: After a bad encounter with a stubborn baby bird, Jason comes back to his teammates for comfort.
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Jason bursts into the motel room, the thin wall shuddering as he slams the door shut.
“Hey, watch it! Whatcha gonna do if the manager sees you wrecking the place?”
Roy is stretched out on the bed, arms folded behind his head like a sunbather. Kori is sitting beside him, legs curled up beneath her, and a hand on the remote. She stares intently at the TV screen, back hunched forward, though she grants an absent nod in his direction.
Jason doesn't know what his face must look like, but Roy sits up when he sees it, tilts his head gingerly.
“You feelin' okay, bro?”
Jason has always hated when people asked that kind of question, because who the hell would even bring it up if they didn't think there was something wrong, so really, it's just code for you look like such a fucking mess somebody's gotta step in. It stokes the burning inside and he feels his upper lip curl, baring his teeth. He contemplates throwing the coffee machine at Roy, but instead just throws himself.
Roy yelps out in surprise, but rolls with it, like he always does. Doesn't fucking always have to fight back, like some people, doesn't have a head harder than fucking granite. Roy's arms are warm, twined against the back of Jason's neck, and he even giggles a little when Jason's hands move against his sides, squirming ticklishly while Jason lifts up his shirt.
He licks against the racing pulse at Roy's jugular and tries reaching towards Kori, fingers grazing her ankle. She swats the back of his hand with the remote, a sharp plastic clack, too engrossed in this episode of Golden Girls for other distractions. Jason cuts his losses and focuses all attention on Roy laying beneath him, entirely naked except for his hat.
There's little care for foreplay, and Jason's lube-covered fingers stab rough and impatient as they open the other man up. Roy, on his hands and knees, pushes back against the pressure. It's not long after that Jason is bracing his palm against the small of Roy's back and lining himself up. He slides his cock in without much warning. Watches the way Roy's neck snaps up, pain and surprise and desire, and Jason mumurs his name with a tenderness he never intended. His thrusts are deep and punishing, bullying Roy into the bedcovers while the man cries out for even more violence. Kori, annoyed at their racket, raises the volume.
And Roy is delicious beneath him, and anger has always done good for Jason's sex drive, but there are a few moments he has trouble staying hard, because it kinda feels like the laugh track on TV is mocking him, and a few times he and Roy end up laughing too, because goddammit, Betty White is too good.
He slams hard as Roy is spurting onto the sheets, Roy's ass flushing red like he's being spanked with each ream. Jason isn't too far behind, he's always prided himself on his good pacing, and drives in as deep as he can when he finishes, rolls his hips in circles, like he's stirring. When the brilliance and thunder bursts subside, he thrusts shallowly a few more times, just to make Roy whimper and gasp a little. Then he lays back, headboard cold against his shoulder blades.
“You fucker,” Roy says, still in position and feeling between his legs. “We had condoms in the suitcase.” But Jason can tell Roy fucking loves it, the way he's fingering the wet mess inside of himself, knees shaking, getting his hand all slippery in Jason's come.
“Tim's an asshole,” he replies, and puts his hand down next to Roy's calf. Not on his leg, but just beside, so that the pinky edge of his palm is pressing against the skin.
Roy cranes his neck to face him, twists his mouth in that way that says, I maybe wanna kiss you to make you feel better, but would that be too weird, bro; Kori simply raises a fiery eyebrow as she turns, for once at full attention.
“Not gonna talk about it,” he says.
And then scurries to the bathroom and locks himself inside.
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(A/N): Because angst can be hilarious, too. Also, I just wanted casual Jay/Roy buttsex while a disinterested Kori watches TV next to them.