Age of Consent.
Pairing: Bruce/Jason [Batman]
Date Written: December 15, 2005
It had taken some work on Jason’s part, but he had finally managed to convince Alfred to let him take up a tray of tea to Bruce’s room. Jason had paused on the landing to drop a sedative into it. If Bruce had suspected anything was up, he said nothing and instead sipped at the tea while Jason chattered away about school until, finally, Bruce passed out on the bed. Bruce had already been dressed for bed and it only took a little effort to yank Bruce out of his robe and boxer shorts. Moving Bruce into the correct position had been another manner, but Jason had managed. After a brief trip to his bedroom to pick up some supplies, Jason had returned to use them on Bruce, binding him to the bed and placing a gag over his mouth.
Now, Jason is sitting cross-legged between Bruce’s spread legs, waiting for the moment when Bruce wakes up and realizes what Jason has done. It takes awhile and Jason is not overly patient, but when it does, Jason can’t help but grin. Bruce’s eyes fly open, his arms jerk against the restraints and he tries to speak but all that comes out are some muffled words that Jason can’t quite grasp. He tilts his head.
“What was that, Bruce?”
This time, all Jason gets is a scowl. The look is clear: untie me now and I won’t kill you. Jason ignores it. Instead, his eyes light on Bruce’s fingers, which are twisting to try to get to the knots in the rope Jason had used to bind him with. Jason smirks.
“Do you really think that I wouldn’t know how to tie you up so you couldn’t escape?”
Bruce stills. He stares at Jason, his muscles tense. Jason reaches out and strokes Bruce’s thigh with his fingertips. His tone turns conversational.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me night after night. Wishing you could have me? Wishing I was someone else? Maybe both?”
All Jason gets for that is a blank look. Jason crawls up over Bruce’s body and leans down to murmur in his ear.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to answer. I already know the truth.”
Jason glances up and notices Bruce working toward the knots again. His palm comes down to crack against Bruce’s cheek.
“I already told you, you can’t escape. So you might as well play by my rules.”
Bruce’s fingers stop moving. He stares at Jason expectantly. Jason smiles.
“That’s better.” His fingers caress the mark he left on Bruce’s cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to…” Jason slides back to rub his ass against Bruce’s cock. “Play with you a little.”
Bruce grunts as though he’s either in pain or not impressed by this turn of events. Jason is betting on the latter.
“You want this, Bruce, you know you do. You’ve always wanted it.”
Jason slides back until he’s kneeling between Bruce’s legs. His fingers trace the lines of the muscles on Bruce’s thighs. Bruce is still tense as though he’s waiting for a blow. Or a blow job, Jason thinks with a smirk. His hand slide up Bruce’s thighs to rest against his hips. Slowly, they curve inward until Jason has both his hands wrapped around Bruce’s cock. As Jason starts stroking Bruce’s cock, he continues to speak in a conversational tone of voice.
“I’ve wanted you since before I knew who you really were. And you’ve probably wanted me since you tied me to that chair. I know what you’re thinking. It’s wrong, I’m so young. You’re supposed to take care of me, how could you want me?” Jason pauses as Bruce’s cock starts to harden under his touch. “But, really, Bruce, if you’re taking me out every night and risking my life, where’s the line? If it’s there, it’s already blurred, so why not just erase it completely? Why not give in and let yourself have what you want?”
Bruce moans then but it sounds more like he’s in pain than anything else. Jason takes the head of Bruce’s cock in his mouth and sucks at it lightly as he continues to stroke Bruce’s cock with his hands. When Bruce’s hips finally buck, Jason is sure he’s won. But, then, suddenly, he feels fingers in his hair, yanking at his head, pulling him away from Bruce’s cock and then he’s face-to-face with Bruce. Bruce looks furious, but Jason is too busy wondering how he had gotten out of the ropes to really care. With one hand still in Jason’s hair, Bruce removes the gag and tosses it aside, but instead of saying anything, he just growls low in his throat.
“What are you going to do, Bruce? Spank me? Because, you know, I just might enjoy that. Send me to my room? Oh, no, I’m terrified. Fire me and send me back out onto the streets? Been there, done that.”
“You little shit.”
And there’s almost but not quite a grin in Bruce’s voice, which surprises the hell out of Jason, but not as much as when Bruce kisses him. Deep and passionate and full of tongue, so Jason can’t help but moan as his fingers come up to clutch at Bruce’s shoulders. It seems to go on forever until Jason can’t breathe and he has to pull back.
“Bruce…” Jason is at a loss for words. “I thought… You. But. I don’t understand.”
“I love you, Jason.”
Bruce nearly croons the words like some lovesick teenager and manages to look completely earnest at the same time. Like he really means it and that scares the hell out of Jason.
“What? No.”
“You’re right, Jason, I’ve always wanted you.”
Creepy is the only word Jason can think to describe Bruce at the moment. The thing is, Jason can’t tell whether Bruce is serious or fucking with him. Given Bruce’s reaction earlier, Jason would bet the latter, but what if he’s wrong? Jason scrambles to get out of the bed, but Bruce grabs him around the waist and pulls him back in.
“I’ll do anything you want, Jason, except let you go.”
“But that’s what I want, I want you to let me go. I could go back to bed and we could forget all about this.”
“I don’t think so, Jason.”
Bruce caresses Jason’s ribs and Jason shivers despite himself.
“Please, just let me go.”
There’s an edge of panic in Jason’s voice. The tables have been turned on him and he doesn’t know what to do. This is no longer his game; it’s Bruce’s and Jason doesn’t know the rules. He’s not in control and that scares him.
“No. You said you wanted me, Jason.”
“I lied.”
“Don’t deny it.”
Bruce crushes his mouth to Jason’s. Jason struggles to pull away, but Bruce just holds him firmly in place with barely any effort. As Bruce’s fingers start to feather down his stomach to his cock, Jason is horrified to find that tears are forming in his eyes. Bruce pulls back and presses kisses across Jason’s face.
“Don’t cry, Jason, you know you want it.”
“No, I don’t. Please stop. Please.”
“But I love you and you love me, don’t you?” Bruce asks as he cups Jason’s face and caresses it with his thumbs.
Jason shakes and tears spill over his lashes. His voice comes out as a cracked whisper. “Please. Please stop. Please.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“And you’ll stop?”
Hope puts a tremor in Jason’s voice. Bruce turns his head to murmur in Jason’s ear.
“C’mon, Jason.”
“I…. I love you. I love you. Please let me go. Please. I love you. I’ll do anything you say. Just please let me go. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”
And Jason just keeps on repeating it in near hysteria as Bruce’s hand slides down his back to cup his ass. Bruce’s fingers move over Jason until Jason is sobbing against Bruce’s shoulder, still begging. And he keeps on sobbing and begging like that long after Bruce has stopped touching him, until finally he just collapses in exhaustion to Bruce’s side, barely whispering the words. He’s only vaguely aware of Bruce leaning over him to untie his ankles or of Bruce wrapping the blanket around him before leaving the room. He just keeps on repeating those words like a mantra. Like they’ll protect him.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”
Date Written: December 15, 2005
It had taken some work on Jason’s part, but he had finally managed to convince Alfred to let him take up a tray of tea to Bruce’s room. Jason had paused on the landing to drop a sedative into it. If Bruce had suspected anything was up, he said nothing and instead sipped at the tea while Jason chattered away about school until, finally, Bruce passed out on the bed. Bruce had already been dressed for bed and it only took a little effort to yank Bruce out of his robe and boxer shorts. Moving Bruce into the correct position had been another manner, but Jason had managed. After a brief trip to his bedroom to pick up some supplies, Jason had returned to use them on Bruce, binding him to the bed and placing a gag over his mouth.
Now, Jason is sitting cross-legged between Bruce’s spread legs, waiting for the moment when Bruce wakes up and realizes what Jason has done. It takes awhile and Jason is not overly patient, but when it does, Jason can’t help but grin. Bruce’s eyes fly open, his arms jerk against the restraints and he tries to speak but all that comes out are some muffled words that Jason can’t quite grasp. He tilts his head.
“What was that, Bruce?”
This time, all Jason gets is a scowl. The look is clear: untie me now and I won’t kill you. Jason ignores it. Instead, his eyes light on Bruce’s fingers, which are twisting to try to get to the knots in the rope Jason had used to bind him with. Jason smirks.
“Do you really think that I wouldn’t know how to tie you up so you couldn’t escape?”
Bruce stills. He stares at Jason, his muscles tense. Jason reaches out and strokes Bruce’s thigh with his fingertips. His tone turns conversational.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me night after night. Wishing you could have me? Wishing I was someone else? Maybe both?”
All Jason gets for that is a blank look. Jason crawls up over Bruce’s body and leans down to murmur in his ear.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to answer. I already know the truth.”
Jason glances up and notices Bruce working toward the knots again. His palm comes down to crack against Bruce’s cheek.
“I already told you, you can’t escape. So you might as well play by my rules.”
Bruce’s fingers stop moving. He stares at Jason expectantly. Jason smiles.
“That’s better.” His fingers caress the mark he left on Bruce’s cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to…” Jason slides back to rub his ass against Bruce’s cock. “Play with you a little.”
Bruce grunts as though he’s either in pain or not impressed by this turn of events. Jason is betting on the latter.
“You want this, Bruce, you know you do. You’ve always wanted it.”
Jason slides back until he’s kneeling between Bruce’s legs. His fingers trace the lines of the muscles on Bruce’s thighs. Bruce is still tense as though he’s waiting for a blow. Or a blow job, Jason thinks with a smirk. His hand slide up Bruce’s thighs to rest against his hips. Slowly, they curve inward until Jason has both his hands wrapped around Bruce’s cock. As Jason starts stroking Bruce’s cock, he continues to speak in a conversational tone of voice.
“I’ve wanted you since before I knew who you really were. And you’ve probably wanted me since you tied me to that chair. I know what you’re thinking. It’s wrong, I’m so young. You’re supposed to take care of me, how could you want me?” Jason pauses as Bruce’s cock starts to harden under his touch. “But, really, Bruce, if you’re taking me out every night and risking my life, where’s the line? If it’s there, it’s already blurred, so why not just erase it completely? Why not give in and let yourself have what you want?”
Bruce moans then but it sounds more like he’s in pain than anything else. Jason takes the head of Bruce’s cock in his mouth and sucks at it lightly as he continues to stroke Bruce’s cock with his hands. When Bruce’s hips finally buck, Jason is sure he’s won. But, then, suddenly, he feels fingers in his hair, yanking at his head, pulling him away from Bruce’s cock and then he’s face-to-face with Bruce. Bruce looks furious, but Jason is too busy wondering how he had gotten out of the ropes to really care. With one hand still in Jason’s hair, Bruce removes the gag and tosses it aside, but instead of saying anything, he just growls low in his throat.
“What are you going to do, Bruce? Spank me? Because, you know, I just might enjoy that. Send me to my room? Oh, no, I’m terrified. Fire me and send me back out onto the streets? Been there, done that.”
“You little shit.”
And there’s almost but not quite a grin in Bruce’s voice, which surprises the hell out of Jason, but not as much as when Bruce kisses him. Deep and passionate and full of tongue, so Jason can’t help but moan as his fingers come up to clutch at Bruce’s shoulders. It seems to go on forever until Jason can’t breathe and he has to pull back.
“Bruce…” Jason is at a loss for words. “I thought… You. But. I don’t understand.”
“I love you, Jason.”
Bruce nearly croons the words like some lovesick teenager and manages to look completely earnest at the same time. Like he really means it and that scares the hell out of Jason.
“What? No.”
“You’re right, Jason, I’ve always wanted you.”
Creepy is the only word Jason can think to describe Bruce at the moment. The thing is, Jason can’t tell whether Bruce is serious or fucking with him. Given Bruce’s reaction earlier, Jason would bet the latter, but what if he’s wrong? Jason scrambles to get out of the bed, but Bruce grabs him around the waist and pulls him back in.
“I’ll do anything you want, Jason, except let you go.”
“But that’s what I want, I want you to let me go. I could go back to bed and we could forget all about this.”
“I don’t think so, Jason.”
Bruce caresses Jason’s ribs and Jason shivers despite himself.
“Please, just let me go.”
There’s an edge of panic in Jason’s voice. The tables have been turned on him and he doesn’t know what to do. This is no longer his game; it’s Bruce’s and Jason doesn’t know the rules. He’s not in control and that scares him.
“No. You said you wanted me, Jason.”
“I lied.”
“Don’t deny it.”
Bruce crushes his mouth to Jason’s. Jason struggles to pull away, but Bruce just holds him firmly in place with barely any effort. As Bruce’s fingers start to feather down his stomach to his cock, Jason is horrified to find that tears are forming in his eyes. Bruce pulls back and presses kisses across Jason’s face.
“Don’t cry, Jason, you know you want it.”
“No, I don’t. Please stop. Please.”
“But I love you and you love me, don’t you?” Bruce asks as he cups Jason’s face and caresses it with his thumbs.
Jason shakes and tears spill over his lashes. His voice comes out as a cracked whisper. “Please. Please stop. Please.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“And you’ll stop?”
Hope puts a tremor in Jason’s voice. Bruce turns his head to murmur in Jason’s ear.
“C’mon, Jason.”
“I…. I love you. I love you. Please let me go. Please. I love you. I’ll do anything you say. Just please let me go. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”
And Jason just keeps on repeating it in near hysteria as Bruce’s hand slides down his back to cup his ass. Bruce’s fingers move over Jason until Jason is sobbing against Bruce’s shoulder, still begging. And he keeps on sobbing and begging like that long after Bruce has stopped touching him, until finally he just collapses in exhaustion to Bruce’s side, barely whispering the words. He’s only vaguely aware of Bruce leaning over him to untie his ankles or of Bruce wrapping the blanket around him before leaving the room. He just keeps on repeating those words like a mantra. Like they’ll protect him.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”