dcu: a scout's honor is to be trusted
title: scout's honor
pairing: jason todd/dick grayson
rating: nc-17
note: still shaking off the cobwebs!
“I will. You will. Scouts honor,” Jason mumbles between kiss after hard kiss.
Dick hums deep in his chest, pleased or considering. Either way it means he’s about to say something. Dumb bird never knew when to keep his mouth shut. But Dick surprises him, just curls his fingers into the soft leather jacket and tugs Jason closer. His knees splay open inviting him to take that last step forward.
It’s Jason who rips his mouth away to groan, to catch his breath, to wrench his eyes open so he can see the way himself hump between Dick fucking Grayson’s bare thighs, dig his cock thick and heavy in his jeans, over Dick Grayson’s briefs that are nearly transparent now.
“Jesus. Thought I was just yanking at your chain calling you bitch boy, but you’re so fucking wet. You want it don’t you?” Jason brushes his thumb over the head of his cock, presses down when Dick’s mouth falls open in a stuttered pant. It feels wetter there the more he rubs firm and slow in a barely there circle. “Yeah,” Jason smirks. “You want it. As much as me maybe? Lift up for me.”
Except for situations involving certain death, Dick has never actually listened to him, and that death had to threaten a member of their dysfunctional family. But he’s moving now, sucking that belly in and rocking his hips upwards so Jason can get closer, slide his own dick lower and, “yeah. That’s it baby,” rock almost exactly where he needs to be.
“Used to think about teasing you until you came in your pants. Didn’t matter where. Gala dinner your dorm room, fucking rooftop. Just pressing you up against a wall just like this, sticking my hand down there. Jerking you hard and fast. And you’d just take it.”
Dick swallowed He twists so that their faces press together, both enthralled by the slow motion of Jason’s hands. “You, ah. You got a power thing maybe? No judging,” he says quickly. “Just. Just asking.”
“Maybe. Probably. Never really thought about that part. Just knew it’d be so fucking hot to make you come in your pants.”
“Jason.”
“Knowing you’d have to wait it out and know I was the one that made you feel good. Messed you up.”
“Jason.”
His free hand sneaks along the elastic edges of Dicks underwear. He nudges a finger just under and it’s almost perfect-damp with sweat and smooth wherever he roamed. He follows down ignoring the stuttered demand of Dick’s hips urging his hand up. He goes down. Two fingers tracking under his tight balls back down to the crease.
“Oh fuck,” Dick gasps, trembling. “Jason.” His hands slide into Jason’s hair and he presses trembling kisses to his jaw, finding Jason’s mouth, the kiss a wild echo of Jason’s fingers pushing into his body, one and then the other, and Dick’s mouth is wet, tongue slow to press in, slow to with draw. It’s so goddamn hot that if Jason were a lesser man, a man that hadn’t trained his mind and body to surpass the capabilities of even the peak of humanity, he’d be coming in his own pants right now.
“You love it,” Jason pronounces with a satisfied smirk. “Go ahead and tell me you do.”
“Shut,” he’s interrupted by a slow drag of two fingers over his hole. The sensation sends shivers up from his toenails to the ends of his hair. “God, shut up, Jay.”
“Not until you tell me. It’s okay,” Jason presses a kiss to his bottom lip. “No one will ever know you gave it up to the big bad Hood.”
“It’s not. Ah.” Dick’s voice cracks and Jason gets to watch those eyes fly open in shocked pleasure, fall heavy-lidded when Jason bears down on the head of his cock again, swollen lips purse in a silent ooh that becomes this lazy, crooning sound, the soulful ooh baby, baby of the records he’d sometimes buy. “Ooh, yes, Jay, yes, okay. I like. I like it. I. Jay.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“And that?”
“Yess.”
“How. About. That.”
“God, Jay.” Dick huffs a little laugh even though his entire body is wound tight. “Now you’re just showing off.”
"But you like it?" Jason's brows are beetled together, eyes blazing intense heat as he searched Dick's face, studying him, cataloging him, looking for all the ways he could bring Dick pleasure.
“Yes. Yes, I like it. Just. Do that again.” Dick tilts his chin up and licks at his mouth, quietly, desperately. “Do it again, Jay, and I’ll. I’ll come for you. Wanna come for you.”
“Dick.”
“In my panties. Just like you want me to.” Dick moans but it’s drowned by Jason’s passion, the jerk of his fingers, nipping kisses at Dick’s mouth, his jaw, wherever Jason could reach, and Dick’s body wound tighter and tighter, narrowed down on the fuck of Jason’s fingers in his body, the caress over his cock, Jason begging him for it, saying, “please, Dick, please.” He breaks then, shudders through solid rush and the wet spill of come over Jason’s fingertips.
"Goddamn.” Jason says after the sparkles fade to in Dick’s eyes and his breathing is only ragged and the chic of the abandoned manufacturing plant began to dig into his shoulders and back. Jason is stroking his shoulder. He doesn’t even bother to hide the quick kiss against his temple. “Goddamn that was hot.”
“Mmhmm,” says Dick slumping into Jason’s chest.
“Ready for I told you so?
“Mhm.”
“No way are you falling asleep on me, Dick. Dick?” Jason stretches his neck back so he can see the slackness of Dick’s jaw and they faint smile on his lips. “You asshole,” he mutters.
:::
“Where you ever a scout?”
Jason rolls his eyes.
“I can feel your disgust from here, Jay. Does that mean you were lying to me?”
“What does it matter?”
“I don’t know.”
“I should’ve known you’d wake up with questions.” Jason didn’t bother to hide his annoyance. As far as he’s concerned they both got something out of this encounter, but only one of them got off.
“Well, we’re in your bed and I like pillow talk,” Dick’s voice raises over Jason’s snarl. “I just wanted to know what you would’ve done if I hadn’t liked it.”
“But you did.”
“I did.” Dick kisses the back of his neck until the tension eases from Jason’s shoulders.
“Damn right you did. Came like le reveille.”
“With fanfare?”
“Early with a lot of noise.” Jason rolls into under Dick’s punch pining him to the bed with a crow of laughter. “Don’t deny it, bitch boy. It was all, ‘oh Jason, never stop Jason, wanna come for you, Jason.’”
“Yeah. Well. What about you? With your. Your short pants fantasies.” Jason watches the flush raise to his cheeks while Dick struggles to remember what Jason had said during the throes of passion. “You said please,” he adds lamely.
“And I might even say thank you when I get you on my cock.” Jason licks at the startled part of his lips. And somehow, after a night of fleeing through the streets, falling into the river, and a swig out of a questionable carton of juice, Dick tastes good. “You stared in a lot of them fantasies, baby. I promise you’ll find out something new to love if we ever do this again. Scouts honor.”
“You weren’t ever a scout, Jay. What am I going to do when you break your promise?”
Jason raises a brow. “Seriously? Well. I always expected you to break my heart, Dickiebird, but here we are.”
Dick’s eyes widen suddenly, a deepening blue in the sooty light. He can see a lot of things in those eyes now that the embarrassment and teasing curiosity is fading. “Jay,” he says sadly. “No.”
“What? Oh. Shit.” Jason drops his head to the pillow after running that last line back through his head. He grinds his forehead there for a few long seconds. If his brain leapt out of his body and beat itself against the ground then slithered back in through his ear, the shit he’d say after would still sound near Kantian when compared to the last words he uttered. He’s wrapped in a warm embrace and Jason can’t even take the time to be annoyed by it. He’s already trying to plot the ways this conversation can go. They’re all bad.
“Can we just pretend I said that the right way?”
“What do you mean? That you expect to break my heart?”
“Yes.” Because that’s the way these kinds of things are supposed to go. Jason Todd, drowning in the gray pools of immorality, on a knife’s edge that few would dare, and Dick Grayson, standing for love and just, a goodness that could be tarnished, underestimated, but never questioned. If anyone is going to be hurt, it will be Jason. He can take it.
“We’re family. I don’t think either of us will try to,” says Dick just to prove his point.
“But it’s bound to happen,” Jason finishes for him.
“But here we are,” says Dick. He kisses Jason’s cheek, left than nudges him up until he can reach the right.
“Such a fucking sap,” Jason whispers against his mouth.
“You love it.”
"It's gonna take a lot more than a disappointingly chaste kiss to get me to cop to that.”
“Disappointing?” Dick sputters.
“You gotta do some major swinging to stay in the game, Dickie. One more strike and you’re out.”
Dick's grinning now which is good. He can handle anything except for the earnest need in those pretty eyes. His long fingers feel good on Jason’s back, firm over his ribs, down to his belly to rest at the button of his jeans.
“Why are you still wearing your pants?” he moans plaintively.
“Why are you just now noticing?” Jason mocks back. “But seriously, I just didn’t want to scare you.”
“With what? This?” Dick taps at his fly. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I’m a grown man now. Trust me when I say things have changed.”
This time it’s Dick who rolls his eyes. “Someone needs to keep that ego in hand.”
Jason waggles his brows. “Quarter inch to the left and that someone could be you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Dick says but he’s tugging at his zipper after finessing the button loose. His fingers pad down the lean muscles along his lower abdomen absently tracing a scar, a vein, another thin slice at his skin until. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Like that. Just take it slow, baby. It won’t bite,” Jason whispers into the shell of his ear. “Scouts honor.”
:: 1500
pairing: jason todd/dick grayson
rating: nc-17
note: still shaking off the cobwebs!
“I will. You will. Scouts honor,” Jason mumbles between kiss after hard kiss.
Dick hums deep in his chest, pleased or considering. Either way it means he’s about to say something. Dumb bird never knew when to keep his mouth shut. But Dick surprises him, just curls his fingers into the soft leather jacket and tugs Jason closer. His knees splay open inviting him to take that last step forward.
It’s Jason who rips his mouth away to groan, to catch his breath, to wrench his eyes open so he can see the way himself hump between Dick fucking Grayson’s bare thighs, dig his cock thick and heavy in his jeans, over Dick Grayson’s briefs that are nearly transparent now.
“Jesus. Thought I was just yanking at your chain calling you bitch boy, but you’re so fucking wet. You want it don’t you?” Jason brushes his thumb over the head of his cock, presses down when Dick’s mouth falls open in a stuttered pant. It feels wetter there the more he rubs firm and slow in a barely there circle. “Yeah,” Jason smirks. “You want it. As much as me maybe? Lift up for me.”
Except for situations involving certain death, Dick has never actually listened to him, and that death had to threaten a member of their dysfunctional family. But he’s moving now, sucking that belly in and rocking his hips upwards so Jason can get closer, slide his own dick lower and, “yeah. That’s it baby,” rock almost exactly where he needs to be.
“Used to think about teasing you until you came in your pants. Didn’t matter where. Gala dinner your dorm room, fucking rooftop. Just pressing you up against a wall just like this, sticking my hand down there. Jerking you hard and fast. And you’d just take it.”
Dick swallowed He twists so that their faces press together, both enthralled by the slow motion of Jason’s hands. “You, ah. You got a power thing maybe? No judging,” he says quickly. “Just. Just asking.”
“Maybe. Probably. Never really thought about that part. Just knew it’d be so fucking hot to make you come in your pants.”
“Jason.”
“Knowing you’d have to wait it out and know I was the one that made you feel good. Messed you up.”
“Jason.”
His free hand sneaks along the elastic edges of Dicks underwear. He nudges a finger just under and it’s almost perfect-damp with sweat and smooth wherever he roamed. He follows down ignoring the stuttered demand of Dick’s hips urging his hand up. He goes down. Two fingers tracking under his tight balls back down to the crease.
“Oh fuck,” Dick gasps, trembling. “Jason.” His hands slide into Jason’s hair and he presses trembling kisses to his jaw, finding Jason’s mouth, the kiss a wild echo of Jason’s fingers pushing into his body, one and then the other, and Dick’s mouth is wet, tongue slow to press in, slow to with draw. It’s so goddamn hot that if Jason were a lesser man, a man that hadn’t trained his mind and body to surpass the capabilities of even the peak of humanity, he’d be coming in his own pants right now.
“You love it,” Jason pronounces with a satisfied smirk. “Go ahead and tell me you do.”
“Shut,” he’s interrupted by a slow drag of two fingers over his hole. The sensation sends shivers up from his toenails to the ends of his hair. “God, shut up, Jay.”
“Not until you tell me. It’s okay,” Jason presses a kiss to his bottom lip. “No one will ever know you gave it up to the big bad Hood.”
“It’s not. Ah.” Dick’s voice cracks and Jason gets to watch those eyes fly open in shocked pleasure, fall heavy-lidded when Jason bears down on the head of his cock again, swollen lips purse in a silent ooh that becomes this lazy, crooning sound, the soulful ooh baby, baby of the records he’d sometimes buy. “Ooh, yes, Jay, yes, okay. I like. I like it. I. Jay.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“And that?”
“Yess.”
“How. About. That.”
“God, Jay.” Dick huffs a little laugh even though his entire body is wound tight. “Now you’re just showing off.”
"But you like it?" Jason's brows are beetled together, eyes blazing intense heat as he searched Dick's face, studying him, cataloging him, looking for all the ways he could bring Dick pleasure.
“Yes. Yes, I like it. Just. Do that again.” Dick tilts his chin up and licks at his mouth, quietly, desperately. “Do it again, Jay, and I’ll. I’ll come for you. Wanna come for you.”
“Dick.”
“In my panties. Just like you want me to.” Dick moans but it’s drowned by Jason’s passion, the jerk of his fingers, nipping kisses at Dick’s mouth, his jaw, wherever Jason could reach, and Dick’s body wound tighter and tighter, narrowed down on the fuck of Jason’s fingers in his body, the caress over his cock, Jason begging him for it, saying, “please, Dick, please.” He breaks then, shudders through solid rush and the wet spill of come over Jason’s fingertips.
"Goddamn.” Jason says after the sparkles fade to in Dick’s eyes and his breathing is only ragged and the chic of the abandoned manufacturing plant began to dig into his shoulders and back. Jason is stroking his shoulder. He doesn’t even bother to hide the quick kiss against his temple. “Goddamn that was hot.”
“Mmhmm,” says Dick slumping into Jason’s chest.
“Ready for I told you so?
“Mhm.”
“No way are you falling asleep on me, Dick. Dick?” Jason stretches his neck back so he can see the slackness of Dick’s jaw and they faint smile on his lips. “You asshole,” he mutters.
:::
“Where you ever a scout?”
Jason rolls his eyes.
“I can feel your disgust from here, Jay. Does that mean you were lying to me?”
“What does it matter?”
“I don’t know.”
“I should’ve known you’d wake up with questions.” Jason didn’t bother to hide his annoyance. As far as he’s concerned they both got something out of this encounter, but only one of them got off.
“Well, we’re in your bed and I like pillow talk,” Dick’s voice raises over Jason’s snarl. “I just wanted to know what you would’ve done if I hadn’t liked it.”
“But you did.”
“I did.” Dick kisses the back of his neck until the tension eases from Jason’s shoulders.
“Damn right you did. Came like le reveille.”
“With fanfare?”
“Early with a lot of noise.” Jason rolls into under Dick’s punch pining him to the bed with a crow of laughter. “Don’t deny it, bitch boy. It was all, ‘oh Jason, never stop Jason, wanna come for you, Jason.’”
“Yeah. Well. What about you? With your. Your short pants fantasies.” Jason watches the flush raise to his cheeks while Dick struggles to remember what Jason had said during the throes of passion. “You said please,” he adds lamely.
“And I might even say thank you when I get you on my cock.” Jason licks at the startled part of his lips. And somehow, after a night of fleeing through the streets, falling into the river, and a swig out of a questionable carton of juice, Dick tastes good. “You stared in a lot of them fantasies, baby. I promise you’ll find out something new to love if we ever do this again. Scouts honor.”
“You weren’t ever a scout, Jay. What am I going to do when you break your promise?”
Jason raises a brow. “Seriously? Well. I always expected you to break my heart, Dickiebird, but here we are.”
Dick’s eyes widen suddenly, a deepening blue in the sooty light. He can see a lot of things in those eyes now that the embarrassment and teasing curiosity is fading. “Jay,” he says sadly. “No.”
“What? Oh. Shit.” Jason drops his head to the pillow after running that last line back through his head. He grinds his forehead there for a few long seconds. If his brain leapt out of his body and beat itself against the ground then slithered back in through his ear, the shit he’d say after would still sound near Kantian when compared to the last words he uttered. He’s wrapped in a warm embrace and Jason can’t even take the time to be annoyed by it. He’s already trying to plot the ways this conversation can go. They’re all bad.
“Can we just pretend I said that the right way?”
“What do you mean? That you expect to break my heart?”
“Yes.” Because that’s the way these kinds of things are supposed to go. Jason Todd, drowning in the gray pools of immorality, on a knife’s edge that few would dare, and Dick Grayson, standing for love and just, a goodness that could be tarnished, underestimated, but never questioned. If anyone is going to be hurt, it will be Jason. He can take it.
“We’re family. I don’t think either of us will try to,” says Dick just to prove his point.
“But it’s bound to happen,” Jason finishes for him.
“But here we are,” says Dick. He kisses Jason’s cheek, left than nudges him up until he can reach the right.
“Such a fucking sap,” Jason whispers against his mouth.
“You love it.”
"It's gonna take a lot more than a disappointingly chaste kiss to get me to cop to that.”
“Disappointing?” Dick sputters.
“You gotta do some major swinging to stay in the game, Dickie. One more strike and you’re out.”
Dick's grinning now which is good. He can handle anything except for the earnest need in those pretty eyes. His long fingers feel good on Jason’s back, firm over his ribs, down to his belly to rest at the button of his jeans.
“Why are you still wearing your pants?” he moans plaintively.
“Why are you just now noticing?” Jason mocks back. “But seriously, I just didn’t want to scare you.”
“With what? This?” Dick taps at his fly. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I’m a grown man now. Trust me when I say things have changed.”
This time it’s Dick who rolls his eyes. “Someone needs to keep that ego in hand.”
Jason waggles his brows. “Quarter inch to the left and that someone could be you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Dick says but he’s tugging at his zipper after finessing the button loose. His fingers pad down the lean muscles along his lower abdomen absently tracing a scar, a vein, another thin slice at his skin until. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Like that. Just take it slow, baby. It won’t bite,” Jason whispers into the shell of his ear. “Scouts honor.”
:: 1500