In the corner pocket (DC)
Title: In the corner pocket
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dick can't concentrate with Jason so close by.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership for anything in this story. Dick and Jason are owned by the guys over at DC and I have no chance at owning a piece of the action.
They’ve been playing pool for hours and Dick can’t take anymore of the torture that is Jason Todd in a pair of tight jeans and a tank top.
Jason’s jeans sit low on his waist, black denim dipping low enough that the trail of curly black hair that starts at his navel and keeps going down makes it very clear that he isn’t wearing any sort of underwear.
Dick can’t concentrate enough to play pool and it’s all Jason’s fault.
Yep. All of the blame sits squarely on Jason’s perfect body and his flat stomach and his-
“Yo,” Jason says as he waves a hand in front of Dick’s face and watches as his brother blinks and licks nervously at his lips, “You still playin’?” His thick eyebrows draw together and he frowns as Dick’s hands flex around the cue stick. “We can stop if you want.”
Dick shakes his head to clear it. “Nah, Jay,” he says. “I was just thinking about-”
His words trail off when Jason leans over the pool table to line up a shot and the hem of his faded red tank top rides up and all Dick can see is pale, scarred skin for miles. He can see the muscles working underneath his brother’s skin and all of those scars are just calling to him.
He hasn’t seen Jason in three months and he hasn’t gotten laid in twice as long.
Dick licks his lips and uses the time it takes for Jason to make his shot to smooth his expression into something that isn’t openly ravenous. But from the way that Jason’s lips curve up into a slow smirk and his eyes go dark, Dick figures that he hasn’t been successful.
Jason places his cue stick down to the side of the table and then leans back so that his ass is resting on the edge of the rails and his hips are thrust forward just enough that the outline of his hardening cock is visible. Everything about his pose is especially seductive and Dick can’s stop himself from taking a step forward because he’s so hungry for Jason, always has been.
And Jason is all but offering.
When Dick takes a single step forward, Jason grabs his wrist and yanks him in close. There’s a moment where their bodies are pressed tightly together and there’s no space to be made between them but every time that Dick moves a tiny bit, he can feel Jason’s cock pressed against his thigh and all he wants is to drop down his knees and taste him.
He feels a hand cup the back of his head and the next thing he knows, Jason’s lips are on his and there’s a hand cupping his ass. When he opens his mouth to moan, Jason takes advantage and slides his tongue in.
Jason tastes like beer, smoke, and some sort of sweet spice that is entirely Kory. He kisses like her, just a little, taking Dick apart piece by piece with every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.
Dick moans and his hands fly up to grip at Jason’s shoulders.
Kissing is good, but more would be better.
“Jay,” he murmurs against his brother’s mouth as he feels one of Jason’s hands slip underneath the waistband of his jeans to grab his ass. “Please... Fuck-” The sensation of skin on skin is... interesting and Jason’s fingers and palm are just callused enough to make Dick jerk and press back against that rough palm.
Jason pulls away from Dick’s mouth and makes to bite his way along his brother’s jaw down to his neck.
“D-do you have anything,” Dick asks into the empty air as Jason’s teeth scrape at his skin and a nails dig into his skin.
Jason pulls back slightly and frowns. “You want to do it here?”
Dick shrugs. “Why not?” He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth movement, baring his chest to his brother’s hungry eyes. “No one’s going to come down for another hour or two and you want this just as much as I do.”
He pops the buttons on his jeans and pushes the denim down until he can close one hand around the base of his shaft and stroke himself slowly.
He doesn’t have to tease himself very long because Jason’s eyes are hot and hungry and he’s moving like he’s a predator stalking Dick and he’s so hard that his jeans look uncomfortable.
“Get on the table,” Jason growls as he pulls a condom and a tiny packet of cheap lubricant out of his pocket.
Dick doesn’t even bother to crack a joke about how prepared Jason is. They’re both too far gone for that and every second that Dick spends teasing Jason is a second that he could be face down in green velvet getting his ass reamed.
Dick’s jeans get kicked underneath the pool table and Jason’s clothes soon follow.
Jason bends Dick over the side of the pool table and he doesn’t bother to be gentle about it. One hand goes to the small of Dick’s back while the other slips between the older man’s ass cheeks to tease his hole with a light caress.
Dick moans and kicks his legs at the tease and breathes out a snarling curse against the soft cloth that covers the pool table as one of Jason’s fingers push inside of his body with such an agonizing slowness that he is tempted to push back and take what he wants. He flinches backwards, pushing against the heavy heat of Jason’s hand on his lower back as the slight burn of that lone finger makes his cock leak precum against his stomach.
“Hurry up,” he hisses impatiently.
For the first press of Jason’s cock against his hole, Dick groans and spreads his legs as wide he can without unbalancing himself completely. He pushes back against Jason, groaning softly as Jason’s hands grab at his hips and hold him steady as he sinks inside that head.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jason’s voice is rough and his hands are hard and he can’t slow his thrusts down but Dick is goading him on, working his own hips in an eager counterpoint as he is fucked into the pool table.
Six months without sex...
Six months without Jason’s hands on his hips or his cock in his ass.
Six months without an orgasm that didn’t come from his own hands.
Dick can’t possibly last all that long.
A tilt of Jason’s hips changes the angle just slightly and Dick’s eyes have to have rolled up into his head because he isn’t seeing anything aside from lights and explosions and Jason’s hard thrusts slam into his prostate and-
Dick comes hard enough to splatter his chest and some of the section of pool table in front of them.
(Roy is going to kill them when he sees the mess, but Dick can’t bring himself to care.)
Jason groans and then there are teeth scraping at the back of Dick’s neck as his hips piston and his slightly sweaty fingers slide over the sides of Dick’s hip to scratch his skin.
Dick is much too old to be getting hard again so soon, but for Jason, he’ll most certainly try.
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dick can't concentrate with Jason so close by.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership for anything in this story. Dick and Jason are owned by the guys over at DC and I have no chance at owning a piece of the action.
They’ve been playing pool for hours and Dick can’t take anymore of the torture that is Jason Todd in a pair of tight jeans and a tank top.
Jason’s jeans sit low on his waist, black denim dipping low enough that the trail of curly black hair that starts at his navel and keeps going down makes it very clear that he isn’t wearing any sort of underwear.
Dick can’t concentrate enough to play pool and it’s all Jason’s fault.
Yep. All of the blame sits squarely on Jason’s perfect body and his flat stomach and his-
“Yo,” Jason says as he waves a hand in front of Dick’s face and watches as his brother blinks and licks nervously at his lips, “You still playin’?” His thick eyebrows draw together and he frowns as Dick’s hands flex around the cue stick. “We can stop if you want.”
Dick shakes his head to clear it. “Nah, Jay,” he says. “I was just thinking about-”
His words trail off when Jason leans over the pool table to line up a shot and the hem of his faded red tank top rides up and all Dick can see is pale, scarred skin for miles. He can see the muscles working underneath his brother’s skin and all of those scars are just calling to him.
He hasn’t seen Jason in three months and he hasn’t gotten laid in twice as long.
Dick licks his lips and uses the time it takes for Jason to make his shot to smooth his expression into something that isn’t openly ravenous. But from the way that Jason’s lips curve up into a slow smirk and his eyes go dark, Dick figures that he hasn’t been successful.
Jason places his cue stick down to the side of the table and then leans back so that his ass is resting on the edge of the rails and his hips are thrust forward just enough that the outline of his hardening cock is visible. Everything about his pose is especially seductive and Dick can’s stop himself from taking a step forward because he’s so hungry for Jason, always has been.
And Jason is all but offering.
When Dick takes a single step forward, Jason grabs his wrist and yanks him in close. There’s a moment where their bodies are pressed tightly together and there’s no space to be made between them but every time that Dick moves a tiny bit, he can feel Jason’s cock pressed against his thigh and all he wants is to drop down his knees and taste him.
He feels a hand cup the back of his head and the next thing he knows, Jason’s lips are on his and there’s a hand cupping his ass. When he opens his mouth to moan, Jason takes advantage and slides his tongue in.
Jason tastes like beer, smoke, and some sort of sweet spice that is entirely Kory. He kisses like her, just a little, taking Dick apart piece by piece with every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.
Dick moans and his hands fly up to grip at Jason’s shoulders.
Kissing is good, but more would be better.
“Jay,” he murmurs against his brother’s mouth as he feels one of Jason’s hands slip underneath the waistband of his jeans to grab his ass. “Please... Fuck-” The sensation of skin on skin is... interesting and Jason’s fingers and palm are just callused enough to make Dick jerk and press back against that rough palm.
Jason pulls away from Dick’s mouth and makes to bite his way along his brother’s jaw down to his neck.
“D-do you have anything,” Dick asks into the empty air as Jason’s teeth scrape at his skin and a nails dig into his skin.
Jason pulls back slightly and frowns. “You want to do it here?”
Dick shrugs. “Why not?” He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth movement, baring his chest to his brother’s hungry eyes. “No one’s going to come down for another hour or two and you want this just as much as I do.”
He pops the buttons on his jeans and pushes the denim down until he can close one hand around the base of his shaft and stroke himself slowly.
He doesn’t have to tease himself very long because Jason’s eyes are hot and hungry and he’s moving like he’s a predator stalking Dick and he’s so hard that his jeans look uncomfortable.
“Get on the table,” Jason growls as he pulls a condom and a tiny packet of cheap lubricant out of his pocket.
Dick doesn’t even bother to crack a joke about how prepared Jason is. They’re both too far gone for that and every second that Dick spends teasing Jason is a second that he could be face down in green velvet getting his ass reamed.
Dick’s jeans get kicked underneath the pool table and Jason’s clothes soon follow.
Jason bends Dick over the side of the pool table and he doesn’t bother to be gentle about it. One hand goes to the small of Dick’s back while the other slips between the older man’s ass cheeks to tease his hole with a light caress.
Dick moans and kicks his legs at the tease and breathes out a snarling curse against the soft cloth that covers the pool table as one of Jason’s fingers push inside of his body with such an agonizing slowness that he is tempted to push back and take what he wants. He flinches backwards, pushing against the heavy heat of Jason’s hand on his lower back as the slight burn of that lone finger makes his cock leak precum against his stomach.
“Hurry up,” he hisses impatiently.
For the first press of Jason’s cock against his hole, Dick groans and spreads his legs as wide he can without unbalancing himself completely. He pushes back against Jason, groaning softly as Jason’s hands grab at his hips and hold him steady as he sinks inside that head.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jason’s voice is rough and his hands are hard and he can’t slow his thrusts down but Dick is goading him on, working his own hips in an eager counterpoint as he is fucked into the pool table.
Six months without sex...
Six months without Jason’s hands on his hips or his cock in his ass.
Six months without an orgasm that didn’t come from his own hands.
Dick can’t possibly last all that long.
A tilt of Jason’s hips changes the angle just slightly and Dick’s eyes have to have rolled up into his head because he isn’t seeing anything aside from lights and explosions and Jason’s hard thrusts slam into his prostate and-
Dick comes hard enough to splatter his chest and some of the section of pool table in front of them.
(Roy is going to kill them when he sees the mess, but Dick can’t bring himself to care.)
Jason groans and then there are teeth scraping at the back of Dick’s neck as his hips piston and his slightly sweaty fingers slide over the sides of Dick’s hip to scratch his skin.
Dick is much too old to be getting hard again so soon, but for Jason, he’ll most certainly try.