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It hadn’t meant to end like this. What had started out of pure curiosity had trickled out of hand and became a full blown obsession of some sort. Richard “Dick” Grayson had never meant to look through that small hole that he had discovered one lonely night after a long day at work. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself when he heard quiet sobbing coming from the apartment next door - it had been so pitiful sounding, like a kicked puppy, and his heart had ached upon hearing it. Never had he meant to continue to look through that peephole afterwards. It had only meant to be a quick glance to see if everything was okay on the other side. He was, after all, a police officer and Blüdhaven was known for its rough edges.
However, when he had peered through the small gap in his wall that had been half-hidden behind his dresser, his breath had hitched. There, on the floor at the edge of the bed, had been a man - a very attractive man. His jaw was well sculptured and sharp, and his arms were well defined with muscles, leaving Dick wondering what else that man was hiding beneath his shirt. His hair was black and his bangs slightly curled over his forehead, neatly framing his young face. However, what had captivated the cop the most, were the tears running down the man’s cheek. The stranger had looked so distraught and broken with an ugly bruise forming beneath his left eye and in his hands, he had held a crumpled photograph.
That night, every instinct told Dick to go over and ensure that the man was okay. Clearly, there had been a domestic dispute going on and he could always casually say that he had heard a fight and wanted to ensure everything was okay. However, he couldn’t bring himself to move, couldn’t bring himself to pry his eyes off the sobbing man. And so, he had stayed and watched until eventually his neighbour had forced himself into bed and turned the lights off.
Honest to God, Dick hadn’t meant to turn this into a habit.
At first Dick had tried to minimise the times he would peer through the crack in the wall. After all, it was a violation of privacy and he, as an officer, knew better. However, he had found himself straining his ears more often than not, trying to catch any sound that would indicate that his neighbour was inside his bedroom. And each time he heard the shuffling of feet or clothing, Dick had found himself wandering back to that peephole. He would peek through the crack and watch as his neighbour paced the rather bland bedroom, his body trembling with emotions Dick couldn’t pinpoint, before gathering clothes and making a beeline to the bathroom. And each time, Dick had found himself consumed with a tinge of guilt at the perverted thoughts that soon followed with the faint sound of running water.
He couldn’t peer inside the bathroom from his angle and he had caught himself on multiple occasions wishing that he could. Of course he would reprimand himself for such yearnings. That was not the reason why he had begun watching his neighbour as he so many times scolded himself. This was all purely to ensure that the man was safe. He was clearly suffering from domestic abuse, although Dick couldn’t find any solid evidence other than the ugly bruises that occasionally stained his skin.
It was a week and a half after he had discovered the peephole that he had caved in. His curiosity had taken its toll and, with the privileges that came from being a police officer, Dick indulged himself into looking up details regarding his neighbour. His neighbour went by the name Jason Todd. He was a few years younger than Dick, being just under the age of twenty-three, and while skimming through his file, he had discovered that Jason had been arrested several times for petty crime and had even been sent to Gotham’s Juvenile Detention Centre. After that, there had been no more records of crime and Dick felt his chest blossom with warmth and pride to see that Jason now worked as a mechanic at a garage just two blocks away. Nothing was better than to see a man pick himself up from the ground, despite all the traumas he may have dealt with.
It wasn’t long after that that Jason began invading not only Dick’s thoughts but also his dreams. The kind of dreams that would leave him hot and aching in the morning. He felt flustered with guilt that his body reacted in such a way to his subconscious desires, ones in which he had no control over. Jason was a very attractive man, and an interesting one at that, and Dick couldn’t help himself but to pin after a man that didn’t even know he existed. He didn’t relieve himself and chose cold morning showers instead, because he thought himself at least half decent to say the least.
This, of course, came to a crashing halt one evening.
It was a quiet evening on his day off when a low groan caught Dick’s attention from where he had been reading one of his cases on his bed. Tentatively, not daring to make a sound in fear of giving his presence away, he stalked to the peephole that innocently adorned his wall with all of its alluringness. As he crept closer, he was able to hear ragged breathing, as if someone had been sprinting up the stairs. Dick’s immediate thoughts went to the possibility that Jason had been hurt, that he had been left winded after a fight, futilely defending himself from his abusive partner. However, that seemed to be hardly the case and when Dick peeked through the opening, his jaw went slack. What he thought would be a horrible scene of Jason being in pain was, in fact, the most stunning view he had ever seen thus far in his life.
Jason was there on his bed, naked. His legs were sprawled out wide, his body positioned in such a way that it was almost as if he was giving a personal show just for Dick. Intense heat shot down to his groin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he watched Jason finger himself open. Jason let out a breathy moan as he fondled his testicles with his other hand, his back arching slightly off the bed. Absent-mindedly, Dick palmed the growing bulge in his pants, enjoying the tingling sensation from the touch.
Dick knew he should look away. He knew, and yet, he didn’t.
Biting his lower lip, Dick carefully pushed down his sweat pants and underwear, not wanting to accidentally make too much noise or lose balance from his crouched position, and he freed his cock from its restraints. He let out a small content sigh as he wrapped his fingers around his half-formed erection and began jerking it to hardness. It slightly burned at first with no lubrication to lessen the friction of each stroke, but it wasn’t long before he was smearing pre-cum down his shaft.
He clamped down his teeth around his free hand, muffling any sounds that escaped him. Dick wasn’t exactly the quietest in bed and this was rather a delicate situation, one in which he could not freely advertise his pleasures. He was breathing hard and saliva was already trailing down his chin as he continued to jerk off, occasionally rolling his thumb over his slit.
Dick nearly choked on his own saliva when Jason reached over and grabbed something beside him. It was a butt plug and his breath hitched with anticipation as he watched Jason remove his two fingers from his tight, wet hole to properly prep the toy with lubricant. Dick could only watch in astonishment, his hand momentarily unmoving, as Jason lowered the buttplug to his hole, pressing it into him with a drawn out moan. Jealousy and hunger coiled within his gut, wishing that it was him inside of Jason instead of that toy.
A buzzing sound filled the room, quickly followed by the lewd sounds emitting from the man, and Dick wished that he had a better view. He wanted to watch as Jason’s muscles eagerly twitched around the toy, greedily wanting more - begging Dick for his cock. More than anything, he wanted to see Jason's face. His flustered cheeks and the way his face would contort with pleasure, his mouth falling open into a perfect 'O' as toe-curling pleasure courses through him. The build up became too much, and with tortuous reluctance, Dick forced himself to slow down his pace. He wanted to savour this moment, to come with Jason to make it seem as if they were making love together rather than just longingly observing from a distance.
Fortunately, Jason was also close. Dick could tell that much by the way the man grabbed his leaking cock with a tight grip and began rubbing his length with short, rough movements. His hips bucked to meet each and every stroke, his ass clenching hard around the vibrating buttplug. Shit , it was getting all too much and Dick choked, his muscles seizing up as he spilled his warm seed into the palm of his hand. Pain intertwined with his pleasure from where he bit down onto his hand hard in order to muffle his rather loud groan, tasting the hot, coppery flavour of blood on his tongue.
Jason came soon afterwards with a strangled moan as if he had been caught by surprise. It was beautiful, and Dick didn’t dare to blink, too afraid that he would miss the moment. He could only imagine how gorgeous Jason must have looked with cum splattered across his stomach and chest, and he felt a twinge of annoyance that he couldn’t see more of the man from his angle. However, his imagination would do for now.
With languish movements, Jason removed the now quiet buttplug from his slick, used hole and then proceeded to lay there to catch his breath. Dick did the same for a brief moment, his sweaty forehead leaning against the wall, relishing the cool relief that it offered. However, his legs began to cramp terribly from crouching for so long that it became too uncomfortable to ignore. Then there was also that horrendous, cold and gut wrenching feeling of guilt and shame. Dick shouldn’t have done that, and yet, he hadn’t stopped himself despite knowing better. In that moment, he had tarnished his very own dream of being a good cop by defiling his neighbour’s privacy for his own sick pleasures. Then, there was the more traitorous voice, one he wished he couldn’t hear or feel the pull in its alluring logic: no one had to know .
With a remorseful sigh, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his conflicting emotions, Dick pushed himself up to his feet. He lumbered towards the shower to clean up, his movements lethargic and heavy.
Despite the initial, overbearing sense of guilt and shame, Dick continued to be drawn to that peephole whose presence became more and more pronounced with each passing day. He was a moth, helplessly captivated by the flame that burned too bright to ignore. And despite the pressing danger, he still flew in too close, relishing the sense of danger with bated breath. The perverted thoughts didn’t ease either. In fact, they grew astronomically and no matter how much he fought it or watched porn to distract himself, his thoughts always returned to his neighbour. Dick was obsessed. He knew this now and he knew that this was the tell tale sign that he should end it. However, if there was one other thing that Dick was, he was selfish. Oh, of that there was no denying of, and so, he continued despite the creeping danger of being discovered.
Not every night was filled with lust, however. Jason didn’t touch himself or have sex as often as Dick’s dirty mind would have wished, but just being able to watch the man was enough for him. To learn what habits he could by watching through the peephole: the way Jason’s fingers twitched before he would run his hand through his hair when he was nervous, or the way he would pace the room in anger, his knuckles white in restraint of hitting something. There were more somber days too, ones that left a gaping hole in Dick’s chest, painfully twisting his heart as if he could feel what Jason was feeling.
There was something impossibly disconcerting seeing a large, muscular man such as Jason look frail, his shoulder hunched as he hugged his knees tightly to his chest and his body trembling with every shaky breath he took. His wet cheeks would glisten underneath the faint glow of the light, his tears running over a new bruise. Hot anger coiled in the pit of Dick's gut at the thought that someone was harming Jason, but he didn't know who. Jason never brought the person home and stalking his neighbour outside of his own apartment was a step too far, one that Dick refused to take no matter how much he longed to. Instead, he would lean against his wall with the heavy weight of remorse and helplessness, watching Jason weep alone in the darkness of his room.
Fortunately, those nights were as common as the nights when the apartment was void of life. Dick could count on one hand how many times he had peered through that hole only to be met with growing shadows. He didn't know where Jason was, presumably with the person who kept hurting him, although he rather not think about that. Those nights were just as lonely as the ones where he would see Jason cry, if not a tad bit more. Dick would pull away from the peephole with a cold chill, leaving a trail of goosebumps as a deep sense of desolation settled in the pit of his stomach.
The other nights, the one that Dick enjoyed much more, were the cozy ones. Jason would lounge in his room wearing loose sweatpants that sat low on his waist, his long legs comfortably splayed across his bed as he leaned back against his headboard. There was one thing that Jason took deep pleasure in doing and that was reading. Dick found it rather endearing to watch the man read, the way he bit his lower lip when he became entranced by the words inked across the yellowed pages. It was unfortunate that Dick couldn't see exactly what Jason was reading, but they appeared to be classics if the illustration on the cover was any indication. The officer even found himself wandering through a bookstore afterwards, attempting to get a glimpse of the familiar covers. Thus far, he had only been able to identify Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, which Dick deduced to be Jason's favourite from how well read the book appeared to be. The book came home with Dick and he read it, basking in the warmth of the pages as he felt as if he had become closer to his neighbour.
Dick's absolute favourite nights, however, were the ones where Jason gave in to his more primal needs. There was nothing more erotic than watching a man as beautiful as Jason touch himself, keening into the familiar touch of his hand.
But just like all things in life, everything must eventually tumble to a halt. Dick knew he would eventually fuck up, knew that he should have quit while he had been ahead, but he didn't and now he flew too close to the flames and his wings caught fire.
It was late at night when Dick finally managed to stumble through his front door after what had been a rather long and tedious day at work. He let out a content sigh as he slumped onto his old couch, the tension in his muscles immediately fading away upon contact with the soft cushions. While Dick loved his job dearly, he had been rather distracted while he did mundane paperwork, his mind kept wandering back to his dirty little secret - to Jason . Even now, the thought of his neighbour left his skin tingling with electric energy and he could feel heat gathering in the pit of his stomach. His hand crept down to his stomach, unhurried, enjoying the ghost touches, and he sighed as he palmed his crotch, relishing the way his body heated up from the touch. Suddenly, he no longer found himself exhausted. He felt rather alive, burning with energy that he could barely contain as he got up from his spot on the couch.
He felt momentary guilt at what he was about to do, but his lust was much stronger and so, he pushed it aside. While he had jerked off while Jason was masturbating, unaware of being watched, Dick had never intentionally planned to fuck his hand when he wanders to that now familiar peephole. This time, he was going to jerk off no matter what Jason was doing, even if he wasn't home.
With practiced movements, Dick quietly got to his knees. He was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. Jason was home and he wasn't asleep as he had initially assumed. In fact, he was wide awake and was suffering from the same problem that Dick was. A dick problem.
Jason wasn't on his back like he usually was when he would masturbate. Instead, he was bent over on his knees, his ass high in the air, giving Dick the most spectacular view of his pink asshole. It was already slick with lube when Jason leisurely slipped a finger in and his body trembled upon being filled as he let out a low, muffled moan into his pillow. It was all so very lewd and beautiful that Dick choked on his own breath and he helplessly rutted against his own hand. The friction wasn't enough, he needed more and he quickly made work of his zipper, tugging his pants and underwear to his knees. The sudden cool air felt good against his heated erection and he muffled his choked moans of relief with the back of his arm. God , he felt like he was on fire and he had barely even touched himself - barely even had a glimpse of Jason.
Biting down on his chapped lower lip, Dick removed his arm from his face so that he may get an unobstructed view of Jason. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Jason inserted a second digit into his greedy tight hole, gently probing it with his fingertips. Soon he began to pick the pace, and Dick could hear the squelching of Jason’s fingers every time they plunged deeply into his hole. The lewd wet sounds made Dick shudder and he tightly grip his penis, timing his strokes to the rhythm of Jason’s.
Jesus Chirst! Dick thought deliriously, drawing blood from his lips as he tried so desperately to hold back his moans as Jason inserted a third finger with a loud gasp. Jason then leaned further into his pillows as he shifted his weight to allow his trembling hand to grasp his leaking cock and began briskly stroking himself. Fuck, what Dick wouldn’t do to get a taste of Jason right now, to lick up the trail of precum from his penis. The thought alone made his mouth water and his eyes roll back into his head. Or better yet, replace Jason’s fingers with his cock. He could only imagine how tight and hot and good Jason would feel around him, his muscles greedily clamping around his length.
“OH FUCK , JASON!”
Dick came hard into his own hand, harder than he ever had finished before. His body trembled as he was taken by the sudden, violent storm of euphoria, leaving him momentarily dazed. As soon as he came down, his muscles tensed as the horrific realisation settled in. It was quiet, the only sound being the loud pounding of blood in his ears - too quiet . He had said that aloud, more than just out loud - he practically screamed it. Dick held his breath as he dared to peek through that wicked peephole, that hole that would most likely ultimately bring him to his doom, and his heart stuttered.
Jason was frozen mid-stroke and his fingers were deep inside his hole, unmoving. Jason had heard him. There was no way he didn’t catch Dick’s strangled voice. Dick was caught and this was the end, his neighbour would call the cops and Dick would lose his job, a disgrace to the force and his family. Like the filth that he was. However, a sliver of hope blossomed among the turbulent chaos in his mind. Just as quickly as Jason had stopped, he began to move again with the same (if not more) eagerness as before.
Dick allowed himself to sigh in relief, the strain in his muscles lessening. The cop part of him was still wary, not believing that there was any way that Jason hadn’t heard him, however, there wasn’t much he could do. Jason hadn’t given himself away other than the quick tensing of his body and there was absolutely no way that Dick could go over and ask the man directly. That would be like giving himself his own death sentence.
The thoughts were too bothersome to deal with and Dick could already feel an upcoming headache in the back of his head. He pushed them away in favor of watching Jason, who was now teetering along the edge of his own orgasm. He could tell by the way how Jason’s amazing thighs would tremble and the way the man’s breath would hitch when his thumb rolled over the head of his penis, and the way he would begin mewling incoherent sentences, cursing. It wasn’t before long that Jason stiffened, letting out a long, drawn out groan as he finished in his hand, spilling ropes of hot semen onto his bedsheet. Dick watched, mesmerized, but didn’t stay for Jason’s afterglow or clean up. Instead, he rigidly got up and stumbled towards the bathroom with a small, yet immaculately strong sensation of dread.
The dread became more apparent after a few days and Jason had yet to come home since that fateful night. The feeling weighed heavily in the pit of Dick’s stomach, painfully twisting his guts and thwarting any attempt at distracting himself from the distressing realisation that Jason had heard him. Why else would the man disappear for days afterwards? Dick had scared him away, there was no other explanation, and he would pace his evenings, waiting. Waiting apprehensively for that inevitable loud banging on his door, demanding him to confront his crimes. Or worse yet, to see his neighbour’s familiar face while at work and he would then be confronted by his fellow officers, staring at him with wary dismay. However, none of that happened. There had been no knock, no confrontation. Nothing - or at least not yet.
Dick tried to find a reason. Perhaps Jason went on a vacation, was visiting a friend or family. There was certainly no murder involving a person with any resemblance to Jason, so that had been a relief at least. However, it didn’t ease the growing anxiety. It didn’t ease the cold shadow of loneliness that seemed to stretch ever longer with the passing time despite the sun and being surrounded by friends. Dick had no one to talk to, no one to express how he felt or his concerns in fear of being abandoned and frowned down upon.
It wasn’t until a week later when that fateful knock did come, the one that he had begun to fret less over as a possibility that would ever actually happen. It was his day off and he was casually lying on the couch reading another classic book to feel closer to Jason - Wuthering Heights. Dick jumped when a loud and abrupt thump came from his front door. At first he thought it was perhaps someone accidentally elbowing his door while walking by, but then it came again. This time, it was louder and more urgent, and his heart began to beat unsteadily with a rising fear.
Cautiously, Dick made his way to the front door, his steps light and his hands clammy. After taking a deep breath, his mind racing with an infinite number of thoughts, he opened the door. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to who he saw, despite the circumstances that had occurred a week prior, but he was. Jason stood there in front of his door with an irritated scowl, his feet impatiently tapping against the floor - a tic that Dick had grown rather fond of, finding it rather adorable how impatient and flustered the man could be. However, now the tic didn’t bring any warmth.
His heart stopped and his breath hitched as he took in Jason, whose frown eased a bit upon seeing Dick opening the door. This was it. Jason was going to confront him, to tell him off for peeping on him, to yell and to threaten him. So it came to a surprise when Dick suddenly found a pair of lips crashing against his own. Much too astounded by what was happening, Dick did nothing to stop Jason from pushing him inside his apartment and closing the front door with a quick kick of his foot. However, as much as he wanted so desperately to kiss the man, Dick shoved him away.
“W...what?” Was all he managed to breathe out as he took in the other man’s appearance. Jason looked frazzled. His eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying for hours and there was an ugly, faded purple wrapped around his throat like fingers. Dick frowned upon seeing the mark and before he could inquire about it, Jason rolled his eyes as his arms crossed his chest in irritation.
“I thought you wanted this?” He gruffed out sardonically.
Dick swallowed thickly. Jason knew. Of course Jason did. However, rather than admitting his dirty secret, Dick decided to play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know you’ve been watching me,” Jason huffed out and took a step forward. Despite his neighbour being only a few inches taller, the officer felt much smaller under the looming shadow of the younger man. Dick instinctively took a small step back, seemingly having forgotten his police training at that moment. Soon he found himself being pressed against a hard surface and a hand slammed against the wall, effectively blocking any escape route.
Dick bit his lower lip and willed himself to look the other man in his eyes. They were a teal colour, much more beautiful up close than he could ever have imagined and they had a knowing glint to them. Hot shame washed over him and before he could stop himself, the truth was already spilling from his lips.
“I hadn’t meant to,” Dick offered weakly. In that moment he felt like one of those dirty cops that he had always scrutinised, saying how they did not deserve the role of a police officer - protector of civilians. He was a total scumbag, the lowest of filth to have spied non-consensually as his neighbour masturbated. Jason leaned in, his hot breath fanning against Dick’s ears and earning a shudder from the older man.
“All you had to do was ask,” He murmured huskily into his ear. Dick could only stare at Jason in astonishment as the taller man leaned back, smirking. He now realised what a waste it had been to not meet Jason earlier like he had initially wanted, but had been too ashamed to bring himself to do it. The man was even more stunning up close. God, he had such a handsome face with a sharp jaw and peppered lightly with freckles across his cheeks and nose. Dick could stare at him forever.
Instead of answering, Dick leaned in and captured his neighbour’s lips. They were soft and oh so kissable. He moaned when he felt Jason’s tongue against his teeth and Dick opened his mouth. Jason tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, but Dick didn’t mind the flavour, much too mesmerised to care. The kiss became more feverish with teeth clashing and biting at lips, and tongues caressing against one another. Eventually they broke for air and Jason used this opportunity to plant a trail of wet kisses along Dick’s jaw. His tongue dipped out and left a trail of saliva along Dick’s neck, followed by gentle nibbles.
It all felt incredibly hot and suddenly it felt as if they were wearing too many clothes.
“Oh, Jason, I want you so bad,” Dick moaned as he threw his head back against the wall with a thud. He could feel Jason smirk against his throat before teasingly scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin.
“Well that isn’t fair,” Jason murmured against Dick’s skin. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
Dick flushed with embarrassment and inwardly cursed at his own stupidity. Of course his neighbour wouldn’t know who he was. “Dick.”
“Excuse me?” Jason pulled away, his brows furrowed with confusion and irritation. Dick quickly realised his error.
“My name!” He blurted out, “My name’s Dick.”
Jason stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded as he processed the information. He threw his head back and his body shook with deep laughter. It was the first time that Dick heard Jason laugh and he felt his face heat up at the sound. Now this was something he could listen to forever.
“That’s too good to be true,” Jason said huskily, smirking as he eyed Dick lustfully. Then, with a teasing wink and a quick thrust of the hips against Dick’s, giving much needed friction to their already hardening cocks, he added, “Fortunately for you, I am very good at taking care of dicks."
Dick groaned at the horrible pick up line. "At least you have a pretty face," He grumbled and leaned in for an open mouth kiss. He reached out with his hands and entwined them into Jason's leather jacket to pull him closer, deepening their kiss.
"Bedroom," He said against the younger man's lips between kisses and led him blindly into his bedroom. Dick’s thighs hit his mattress and he fell backwards, sprawled out onto the bed invitingly. Jason grinned at him before glancing over his shoulder.
“So, this is the peephole you watch me through?” He asked, but his voice held no maliciousness or disgust. Dick merely bit his lower lip and nodded shyly, suddenly feeling like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jason climbed onto the bed and over Dick, effectively caging him as the younger man leaned in closer with a predatory gaze. “Did you make that hole when you moved in? Do you love watching people fuck?”
“No!” Dick blurted out, flinching at his loud voice. Clearing his dry throat, he continued before the other man could speak. “It was already there when I moved in.”
“Oh? What a convenience for a Peeping Tom,” Jason mumbled as he nibbled Dick’s jaw.
“I didn’t mean to,” The officer gasped at the sensation of Jason’s wet tongue licking at the bite marks. “I heard someone crying and thought to take a look,” he admitted quietly and the other man pulled away with a slight frown tugging at his lips. Dick gently reached out with his hand and brushed against the bruise on Jason’s neck. “Your partner… they made you cry, didn’t they?”
“As if you care,” The younger man snarled, but Dick didn’t pull his hand away. “It doesn’t matter anyways. I left that asshole this morning.”
“Oh,” Was all Dick managed to say. This was rebound sex, but he wasn’t going to complain. After all, he had no right after practically spying on his neighbour for months (not that he liked to think of it that way, but there was no denying what he had done). Instead, he tightened his grip on the back of Jason's neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss.
Their tongues tangled and they became more needy. Dick tugged at Jason’s jacket and the man shrugged it off before throwing it carelessly to some random spot on the ground. The older man moaned with delight when he ran his hand up Jason’s shirt, feeling his hard muscles. They felt amazing beneath his fingertips and his hand paused on Jason’s left breast where he could feel the frantic beating of the man’s heart. Dick pinched the nipple, twisting it painfully, earning him a low groan.
Jason made quick work of removing his shirt much to the officer’s pleasure. With the top gone, Dick could now see all of the scars that littered the man’s body. While he had seen the larger and more visible ones from the peephole, he could now see the fainter ones. He wanted nothing more than to map them with his lips, to trace them with his tongue all the while whispering sweet nothings. Dick leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the other man’s nipple and encircled the bud with his tongue. Jason let out a soft groan, his large hand tangling itself into Dick’s black hair before forcibly pulling the officer away.
Dick hissed in pain when he was yanked back and pushed into the softness of his mattress. Hands grabbed at the seams of his shirt and calloused palms skimmed over his sweat glistened skin as Jason dragged the shirt up. As soon as the top was removed, wet lips attached themselves to the older man’s collarbone, occasionally leaving little marks as Jason trailed down to the edge of Dick’s jeans. He paused to trace the sharp outlines of the other man’s hips with his tongue, smirking when he was rewarded with a shudder and a moan.
Then, after undoing the buttons, Jason hooked his fingers around the jean’s belt loops and began tugging the pants down at a leisurely pace. It was all done painfully slow in Dick’s opinion, who thrusted his hips in impatience. The younger man merely chuckled at Dick’s eagerness and continued to pull the jeans down up until the knees. The officer nearly shouted in frustration and was about to sit up to complete the job, but he froze when he felt something hot against his crotch.
Jason’s tongue dipped down to lap at the wet spot on Dick’s boxers. His hips bucked upon contact and a small whine escaped his lips before he could stop it. He was already so painfully hard and the heat of the man’s mouth felt so delicious.
“Come on,” Dick panted with an air of annoyance as he propelled his hips forward again. He wanted more, needed more.
“Good things will come to those who are patient,” Jason teased, giving a lazy smirk as he looked up with his sultry teal eyes. God, those eyes had to be illegal. Dick only huffed in response, slightly pouting. His puppy eyes must have done the trick because the other man chuckled before relenting. “Okay, okay. I’ll give ya what ya want, Mr. Peeper.”
“I’m not a peeper,” Dick bit back weakly, feeling shame blossom inside of his chest.
“Whatever you say, peeper,” Jason bit back without any malice and gave a quick wink before pulling Dick’s underwear down in one motion. Cool air met his exposed swollen erection, earning a small sigh of content. He felt the final tug of his pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked. For a brief moment, Dick felt exposed. Jason still had his jeans on and while he had seen the man naked multiple times before, he had never seen Dick naked.
With urgency, Dick reached out to undo Jason’s pants but was stopped by a firm hand around his wrist. He looked up, an eyebrow raised in question, but the man simply chortled and wagged his finger as if addressing a dog or a toddler. Dick’s lips tugged down in slight irritation and was about to open his mouth in rebuttal, but was quickly silenced by a pair of lips. He couldn’t help but to become mush against Jason’s mouth, to obediently listen as the man pushed him back down onto the bed.
Dick whined at the loss of Jason’s lips when the man began trailing kisses down his jaw and ravished his neck. His neighbour sure had a talent when it came to his mouth, the way he moved that tongue of his as he lavished Dick’s skin. His breath hitched in anticipation when Jason moved closer and closer to his nether region. By that point, Dick was practically a mess. His face glowed with heat and sweat, and his blue eyes were dark with lust. His swollen, red lips parted as he panted and pleaded with nonsensical words, and his dark hair dispersed in all directions, messy from all the times Jason had grabbed hold of it.
Jason paused, his hot breath fanning the tip of Dick’s penis, and looked up to meet the older man’s eyes before teasingly licking the tip of his penis, cleaning off the precum. He never broke eye contact as his lewd tongue swirled around the glans with skillful movements, nor did he look away when he finally wrapped his wet lips around Dick’s erection.
“Oh God!” Dick shouted, thrusting his hip forward into the heat of Jason’s mouth, earning him a moan. Jason felt so good around him, so hot and moist and just so right. The older man clenched the sheets on his bed, his knuckles turning white, when he felt Jason’s wet tongue press against his shaft. He wanted to move his hips again, to fuck the younger man’s mouth senselessly, but firm, calloused hands held him in place.
“Oh fuck, Jason,” The officer moaned as he watched Jason deep throat him, feeling the man’s nose bump against the pubes at the hilt each time. The way the muscles tightened around his length, the way the vibrations of Jason’s moans ran through his body, or the way he would feel the man’s teeth occasionally gently scrape against his skin was becoming all too much. Even just staring at the man made his body dangerously heat up. Drool was beginning to slip from Jason’s lips, running down to his chin, and his greedy, wet lips looked so pretty wrapped around his cock.
“So good, so good to me. Good boy,” Dick slurred, spewing out praises until it became too much. Hastily, he roughly pulled at Jason’s hair, effectively halting his ministrations. “I… I won’t last longer, Jay.”
Jason smirked but relented and pulled away with an audible pop , a string of saliva mixed with precum following his retreat. He licked his swollen red lips and Dick followed the way his tongue moved across the plump tissue. God the things that tongue could do and his cock twitched, missing the heat of Jason’s mouth already. But that wasn’t his end goal, no matter how much he wanted to come down the other man’s throat.
“God, you’re so hot,” Dick gushed, and his face momentarily heated up with slight embarrassment - not that they had already gone far beyond blurting out compliments. “But you’re wearing too many clothes. Take them off.”
“Anything for you, princess,” Jason winked and got up to his feet as he nonchalantly undid his jeans. It was as if he was deliberately calling him these names to get a rise out of him, teasing him to the edge until he could do nothing but fall off. This man, who he had been watching for months, was going to be the death of him. That much was for certain.
“Will you ever call me by my name?” Dick groaned, his head falling back against his pillows but he continued to watch the man undress with interest.
“Maybe,” He replied thoughtfully and gave the officer a charming little grin. Then he added, “If you’re good enough.”
Dick was never one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to his prowess in bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to attack the man when Jason finally pulled down his jeans. Dick’s brain came to a halt as he registered a single piece of information on loop. Jason wasn’t wearing any underwear. The notion of Jason wandering the streets of Blüdhaven while going commando was much hotter than Dick would ever admit, especially with pervish thoughts of him coming across his neighbour while on duty. It would be so easy to throw the man against the hood of his police car and to just fuck him senseless as a repercussion for not wearing anything beneath his jeans. The idea alone made his cock twitch with excitement.
"You're so beautiful," Dick murmured as his hooded eyes lustfully followed the well defined muscles of Jason's thighs up to his crotch. His mouth watered at the sight. Jason was already painfully hard, the red swollen head of his penis already wet and dripping with precum, and nestled at the hilt were well trimmed pubic hair that trailed up towards his belly button.
"Seeing my body up close is better, ain't it?" Jason asked and Dick could only dumbly nod, unable to procure any words. He was about to lean forward, to touch him, kiss him, but Jason stopped him with a wicked grin.
"Maybe I should just tie you up," He said as he held Dick down with a hand to his chest. Jason leaned in closer and the officer shuddered when he felt his warm lips envelope his earlobe. "You do seem to rather enjoy watching me get off. Tell me, what pleases you the most?" Jason whispered huskily as he continued his ministrations on Dick's ear.
Dick groaned and wiggled beneath the taller man, gasping when their bare erections touched. It felt ecstatic, as if lightning had struck him and left his nerves on fire, and he wanted - needed - much more.
“No, please…” Dick whined, not caring how pathetic he sounded. He needed to touch Jason, to feel him writhe beneath him, to hear him moan his name, begging for more. “I want to be inside of you,” he gasped out as he grinded his hips against Jason’s once more, “I always got so jealous of your toys, wishing that it was me filling you up.”
Jason grinned against Dick’s skin, placing a sloppy kiss on his jaw before pulling away. Dick almost mourned for the loss of touch, wanting the other man to be as close to him as possible. Jason clearly enjoyed the reaction by the way he hummed as he grabbed Dick’s chin, looking deeply into his eyes with the sharpness of a cat. "I'm all yours, baby. Show me what you got."
Dick didn’t need any further encouragement and his hand shot up to grab Jason’s wrist before twisting his body so that Jason was underneath him. He panted heavily as he stared at the bewildered man below, he clearly hadn’t been expecting the smaller and leaner man to pull off such a stunt. Sweat glistened in the low light of the sun peering through his window, and Jason’s bangs weighed heavily down from the moisture. He was breathtaking, a true work of art, and Dick closed in for a slow, open mouthed kiss before trailing down the man’s neck. He licked away at the trail of sweat that had made its way across Jason’s chest, relishing the flavour of the man and the way Jason moaned.
Reluctantly, he pulled away and leaned over towards his bedside table to collect lube and a condom from the drawer. Dick was about to tear the aluminum foil when a large hand stopped him.
"I'm clean, are you?"
It took him embarrassingly longer than it should have to realise what the younger man was asking and his mouth suddenly became dry.
"Yes," he managed to croak out. Jason gave a sultry smirk as he took the condom from Dick’s weak fingers and threw it in the direction of the nightstand without so much giving it a glance.
“I want to feel you come inside of me,” Jason said, giving Dick a smile that could make anyone stumble over their feet. And while Dick may not be walking, his jaw went slack and his eyes widened with bewonderment. He had finished inside of his partners before, but never without a condom on and the thought that Jason wanted to feel his come within him was almost too much.
Without saying another word, he feverishly kissed the other man. Not stopping to see what he was doing, Dick blindly opened the lube with a familiar click . He gave the bottle a generous squeeze, coating his finger in a thick layer of gel. Finally, he pulled away, leaning back and untangling their bodies.
“Get on your knees,” Was the gruff command and Jason complied without a second thought. He leaned forward, his upper body pressing down into the mattress as he raised his ass high in the air. Dick marveled at the view, the way Jason’s back muscles moved was so mesmerizing. And for so long had he imagined this moment, dreamt of Jason presenting himself, displaying that tight hole of his, that Dick could hardly contain himself. He savoured the way Jason shuddered as he lightly trailed his finger down the man’s spine, leaving behind a wave of goosebumps. Smirking, he swooped in and gave a long lick to Jason’s shoulder blade before gently marking the skin with his teeth.
There was something satisfying about leaving his love marks on Jason.
Dick greedily continued down to the small of Jason’s back, stopping only when he had reached the cleft of the man’s ass. He took the moment to relish how Jason’s firm ass cheeks felt beneath ministrations of his hands, squeezing them with brute force before soothing over them with a gentler touch in pseudo-apology. His neighbour didn’t seem to mind the rough handling, not that Dick already didn’t know that. Once satisfied, he continued his previous treatment.
Jason had clearly not expected what happened next because his body bolted forward with a surprised yelp. “ Fuck! ”
Dick chuckled against the man’s ass cheek and held Jason still with his hips. “First time?”
“Shut up,” Jason shot back, but it was hard to take him seriously with how his face burned bright red.
“Just relax and enjoy, sweetheart.” Dick smiled at the man, his fingers firmly grabbing hold on his left hip to keep Jason from moving. He turned his attention back to the ring of pink muscles and gave it another lick before bringing up his prepped hand. Slowly Dick rubbed around the hole, enjoying the way Jason’s muscles twitched at the touch. Then, just as slowly, he inserted one finger and moaned at how tight Jason felt. Jason stiffened for a brief moment at the intrusion before forcing himself to relax, and he pushed back against Dick’s hand with a soft sigh.
It felt so amazing and it made Dick dizzy to think how it would feel to put something other than his fingers inside of the man. However, no matter how badly he wanted to do nothing more than stick his cock into Jason’s hole, he knew he had to first prepare him well enough before that could happen. With that in mind, Dick eagerly lavished his hole with his tongue before inserting a second finger. Jason let out a high pitched mewl, a sound Dick had never heard him make before, and it only made him more eager to please. He continued to scissor the man open before replacing his fingers with his tongue, running it against the velvety interior.
“Oh shit! Oohh shitshitshit!” Jason babbled nonsensical words and rocked his hips back, desperate for more contact. “Oh God, Dick! Please! Oh, fuck!”
Dick chuckled against Jason, pleased to finally have Jason call him by name. With one last lick, he pulled away with a smirk, “Since you asked so kindly, baby.”
He grabbed the lubricant and doused it onto his cock, spreading it with a few short, needy jerks. With that taken care of, he lined himself up to Jason’s hole and pushed forward. “Oh God, you feel so tight… so good !” Dick groaned out, tightening his grip on Jason’s hip as the younger man’s tight hole engulfed his penis.
Dick paused halfway, giving Jason time to adjust and once he had the okay, he thrusted all the way in. This was so much better than what he could have ever imagined. Jason felt so tight and so right, the way his muscles greedily clenched around his length. God, Dick could stay like this forever. He snapped his hips in an aggressive manner, remembering the way Jason would pleasure himself with toys. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with the consistent thumping of the headboard rocking against the wall with every thrust of the hip. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be receiving a noise complaint in the morning.
Dick relished the sounds he was able to draw from the younger man’s lips followed by his own lewd moans. He was certain by now that Jason would leave with hand marks around his waist judging by how tightly Dick was holding him.
“Please… f-faster,” Jason groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the bed sheets tightly. Dick, being the good man that he was, obliged and thrust his hips harder. He leaned forward, pushing Jason down further into the mattress and the change of angle allowed for deeper penetration. Judging by the increased noise, Dick knew he was hitting Jason’s prostate and he continued to relentlessly attack the bundle of nerves.
“That’s it,” Dick cooed against the writhing man’s ear, “Such a good boy, taking me so well.”
Jason growled back about how he wasn’t a boy, but his voice was too muffled and his sentence was continuously disrupted by his own moans. Dick felt powerful to know that he was the one to reduce his neighbour to nothing more than a quivering mess, begging for more with tears in the corner of his eyes. The whole scenery, so lewd and so magnificent, was one that would etch itself into Dick’s memory for years to come, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Jay,” He panted, and he nibbled and kissed the man’s shoulder, tasting the salt on his tongue. The man shuddered and let out a strained whine upon hearing his name. Shit, he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Won’t you be a good boy and come for me?”
That seemed to do the trick and Jason stiffened, his back slightly arching. He let out a quick shout as he spilled his seed onto the sheets, his chest and abdomen, followed by a sob as his body shuddered from the aftershock of his orgasm. Dick’s mouth fell open when he felt Jason tighten around his cock, pulling him in deeper into his heat. It was all too much, his nerves felt as if they were on fire and his body trembled, and with a few more quick thrusts, he chased his own orgasm. He screamed Jason’s name as he came, his warm seed filling the man.
He stayed inside of Jason for a while longer afterwards, too taken by his intense orgasm to immediately move. His whole body felt like jello by the time he finally slipped out from Jason. Dick paused for a brief moment, taken by complete awe as he watched his cum trickle out from Jason’s used hole that he couldn’t help but to reach out. Jason flinched upon feeling Dick’s probing thumb, pushing itself into his oversensitive hole and forcing the semen back inside. Dick wanted to clean the man up, but was certain that Jason wouldn’t appreciate it considering how sensitive was at the moment and thus, he removed his appendage before dropping next to Jason.
“That was good,” The older man said with a tired, warm smile. Jason already had his eyes closed and only offered a weak nod of his head, his tired body slumping onto the bed. “We should clean up,” Dick said but made no indication of moving anytime soon. Jason merely hummed, already half asleep. Smiling, Dick wrapped an arm around the other man and his eyes fluttered shut. His muscles were so relaxed in the afterglow of the strenuous activity and he felt so content that sleep wasn’t hard to find.
When morning finally came, Dick woke up to an empty bed. Empty as the apartment next door.