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Red lingered after the mission, watching the others head out while Hood packed up his bike. He hadn't seen him in months and the way Jason's leg was still bleeding bothered him, but the older vigilante wasn't paying it or Red too much attention when his phone rang. A quick flip later and the air was filled with laughter. It pained Red to hear that husky reverie for someone else that wasn't him, but he didn't think he had a chance, not when Jason's voice fell softer.
"Yah, Roy, I'm going to head that way here in a second. You'd better wait for me."
When Hood hung his phone up, he grinned wild and free, and it didn't take long before Red finally got the courage to speak in the face of it.
"So…that wound looks like it might need some stitches."
"Oh?" Hood looked down at it and gave a little shrug despite the way it was soaking up his pants.
"I could help you patch it up. My safehouse isn't too far from here."
There was a gut wrenching moment where Red was sure that his intentions were transparent, especially with the aqua green eyes fixed on him as though the first to look away would be dubbed a chicken. He tried not to shift or move, intent on holding his ground even as Hood's body language changed into something far more relaxed.
"How about you come with me instead."
Red couldn't help the way his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, "where to?"
"My apartment. Figured we could grab a few beers while we're at it."
"Yeah, okay. I'll follow you on Redbird."
The drive to the apartment was quick as they zipped through the near empty streets, and the whole while his heart thudded in his chest. He could feel his palms getting sweaty in his gloves, but he tried to keep his thoughts clear. Beer and stitches, that's all it was. Especially given Jason had clearly made plans with Roy. When they pulled their rigs into a small garage port, the metal door was pulled down with a clanging ring. It jostled Tim to his core as he tore off his helmet and set it up on the seat.
"Did you bring a change of clothes?" Jason asked, pulling off his own helmet. And just like that Tim was dazed by how good he looked, hair ruffled and in perfect disarray.
"Hello-earth to Timbo!"
"What-no-I just have my uniform."
"Alright. Common up," Jason said with a grin and began hiking it up six flights of stairs.
It wasn't the excursion or the ride that left him thunderously excited, nervous, and even a little nauseated, it was getting to see Jason's thighs and backside engage as they went up the stairs. When they got to the only door at the landing, a door without a crazy amount of locks Tim noted, Jason paused and turned halfway to face him with a finger up.
"Now, I didn't tell him you were coming."
"Him? Oh, Roy?" he realized, all at once feeling like cold water had been splashed on him.
"Yah, it's his place too."
"Oh."
Tim really felt like an idiot, following Jason into his apartment like an idiot, stunned and devastated all at once. Like an idiot. Despite his mental beratings he tried to keep his face schooled into something akin to relaxed neutrality, but he wasn't sure he was all that successful at it when it was put to the test with Roy bounding at the door wearing boxers and a shirt clearly too large for him.
"Hey, I was wondering-" the red head came to a stop, smile dropping slightly when he locked eyes with Tim.
He waved awkwardly but Jason wasn't deterred by Roy's less than enthusiastic gaze.
"He wants to patch me up. Why not let him," Jason said, almost like he was implying something, at least, that's what Tim hoped was going on, but he couldn't be certain, not when he'd already misread the situation twice over.
Roy didn't look like just a roommate as his face pinched in annoyance for a moment before smoothing out into a cordial smile. No one could say Roy wasn't at least amicable to company, even unwanted company.
"Sure, man, it's whatever," Roy started, turning slightly towards the gally kitchen at their side. "Want something to drink?"
"A couple cold ones, the nice ones too, not that shit canned stuff you bought last week either."
"Hey-just because you don't have taste, doesn't mean its shit."
"You've got two against one on it, dude. Its shit. Now if you wouldn't mind, grab us some of the good stuff. I'm going to get changed and Tim?"
"Yah?" he piped up finally, hands still tingling at his sides.
"In the bathroom right there, there's a med kid under the sink where I keep the suture kit. Grab that and at least take off your cape and mask, not like Roy doesn't know who we are."
"Alright," Tim said more mechanically than anything, following Jason's pointed finger towards a small bathroom on the right. It wasn't very big, but that wasn't uncommon in a place like Gotham, and it wasn't as dirty as he expected either. He went into the cabinet, noticing all kinds of things tucked away for later, but his mission was simple and he got the med kit with relative ease just by how obvious it was. The metal tin boasted a red plus sign on it and he snapped the cabinet shut and noticed himself in the mirror.
He set the box down and worked his gloves off before he pulled at the glue holding his mask in place. It clung harder than he'd hoped, pulling at his delicate skin and when he looked back in the mirror the red outline of it was still prominent.
Great, I look ugly on top of looking like an idiot.
He sighed, putting away his domino and gloves on his belt before he took off his cape and folded it over his arm. At least he could do what he said he'd do and get out, but he couldn't help but wonder what Roy was going to get started doing without Jason. Something that'd make Jason look…No wonder Roy looked perturbed. He frowned as he came out the bathroom wondering just what Jason was thinking inviting him over at a time like that. He tossed his cape down over a chair and set the med kit out on the coffee table. It was a little more cluttered but nothing that made it unmanageable.
He was halfway through his prep when he noticed Jason coming out of their bedroom. The older vigilante was wearing boxers and a shirt too, licking his lips when Roy handed him an open beer bottle. He couldn't help but look at them, staring as Jason drank and his adam's apple bobbled deliciously. He snapped his head back to the suture kit the second Jason caught him staring, willing his cheeks to calm the fuck down. Despite how much he wanted something, he knew better than to covet. He hadn't even known if Jason would be…into guys, much less into guys that related to the bats, and if supposed it was better that it was Roy than some stranger they couldn't trust. If it had to be at all. He knew he wasn't hiding his expression well as Jason plopped down on the couch next to him and lifted the rag he'd been holding against the wound.
"Yep, still bleeding. Good call, Timbers."
"They've got medical glue these days," Tim said instead, trying not to preen under Jason's praise. He snapped on his gloves, trying not to look to see if the boxers gave him something to fantasize about later.
"Yah, yah, one day I'll get some from Dr. Thompson."
"Here-" Roy said, setting down the beer in front of Tim, "the good stuff."
"Thanks," Tim said, opening a Betadine wipe. He walked on his knees to Jason's legs, his gaze greedily drinking in the thick expanse of it, unfettered by clothing and more intimate than they'd ever been before. He wiped around the wound, before swiping at the drooling blood and tossed the wipe in the small clutter of trash.
He was focused as he brought over the needle and thread, hands steady and poised as he paused. His eyes went up, unable to not look at the shapely bits and hard planes of Jason's body. Even his chest was something to behold. He was proud of himself for not lingering, despite wanting nothing more than to take ages to commit it all to memory.
"Do you want a pain killer first?"
"That's what the beer's for," Jason said with a devilish grin. Even harder not to stare at his smile. Neutral, neutral, neutral, he commanded his face, and gave himself a stark reminder that Jason was with Roy by looking up at the looming red head.
"Beer isn't going to do shit, Jay, but sure, show us how strong you are by taking it like a man," Roy jeered, a glint in his eye. Tim felt like they were practically eye fucking each other right there in front of him and he looked away. It wasn't like the other vigilante wasn't good looking. He could see the appeal from Jason's viewpoint, even if he didn't know him well enough to gauge his personality.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Timbers here has good hands, don't cha?"
They both looked at him and he kept still under the sudden scrutiny. Maybe Roy would have done a better job but Tim had an ungodly amount of practice suturing, more than anyone his age aside from a medical professional should have. He was confident in this much.
"I do. It'll barely scar."
"See, I knew you'd do good. Just watch, Roy. You'll see what I mean."
Tim looked back down at Jason's leg. No. His wound. Focus. That's what he needed to do. He let out a sigh and calmed himself. Just like he'd practiced and done countless times before he began to close the wound suture by suture. His work was delicate and precise, tension even and when he finished he didn't even realize the others had been staring at him and talking the whole time.
"Its not bad," Roy said, throwing up a hand nonchalantly.
"Its pretty damn good by my standards,"
"I could have done better."
"Oh?"
Before Tim could stop himself he was spilling the words out. "You weren't helping things. You're too pretty. It's distracting."
"What was that?" Roy said, his voice less pleasing to the ear and Jason barked out a laugh.
"Pretty? Damn, do you hear that Roy? I'm pretty," Jason said, holding his hands under his face in a V to rest his chin on. He smiled wide and blinked his eyes as he embodied the spirit of pretty.
Roy lightly punched Jay's arm, causing a little of his beer to slosh, "that's not the point here."
Tim flushed hot, mortified, but now that he'd done the blunder he saw no reason to back down now, "so what. He is-you are. You're good looking and you know it."
"Maybe I don't know it. Maybe I need to hear it more often," Jason said, and for the first time Tim realized that maybe Jason didn't by the faint blush on his cheeks. It went straight to his cock.
"You haven't fucking told them, have you?" Roy asked, more accusing, clearly agitated and cutting daggers at Tim before he squared that green gaze on Jason once more.
"Why would I? I barely ever see them."
"Because-what are you-ashamed?"
"Why would I be ashamed?" Jason turned and took Roy's hand, kissing it with a smile, "it just hadn't come up is all. We literally walk around outside in Gotham making out."
Roy didn't seem as angry, and Tim watched on with something like a foot on his chest, just stomping his heart to pieces. Even if Roy was a little jealous, it was clear that Jason was with him, only caring to make sure Roy was alright. Tim tried not to be a little jealous of that himself either. Who was he kidding?
He pulled away from Jason's glorious leg and began to clean up the mess, switching out his gloves before he drew out ointment and a bandage. It'd gone real quiet and when he looked back up, Roy and Jason were kissing hard, tongues dancing and Jason groaned under Roy's possessive grab. He wasn't sure what to do, caught between wanting to bandage it up so he could leave, or just leave it and let them handle the rest. It wasn't like it was rocket science to dab on a little cream. He set the stuff down and went to go before Jason caught him by the wrist.
"Where are you going so fast?" Jason asked breathlessly, lips still wet from their kiss. He struggled not to stare, God did he want to stare less but he couldn't help it. At least until Roy cleared his throat, looking far more placated than he had before.
"What do you mean? It's pretty much done."
"You haven't drank your beer."
"I-" Tim was more than confused, but blunt as ever, "yah, but I'm not here to watch the two of you make out."
"That's a shame, I kinda thought that was your thing."
Tim's cheeks went red hot, "I-I don't watch people having sex, Jason!"
"Oh sex is it?…that's a shame," Jason said before he glanced at Roy.
There was something in the eldest's eyes that Tim couldn't quite grasp, but it wasn't revulsion, or rejection, which puzzled him even more. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the fact that Jason was sliding his hand over Roy's leg teasingly while he leaned in to whisper in his ear.
Tim couldn't make it out, even as he leaned in slightly. It was infuriating, but Roy's expression darkened before the green gaze landed on Tim's body with something else clearly in mind.
He straightened up, confident that whatever was going through their minds was not what he expected when he first offered to take Jason home.
"Alright," Roy suddenly said aloud. "I'm willing to try."
"Try what?" Tim asked as Jason pulled away from Roy.
"I've got an idea," he replied as he slapped the bandage on his leg and stood up, picking up Tim's beer and handing it to him.
Tim hesitantly took it, glancing over to Roy before his vision was filled with muscle and red. His gaze went up to meet Jason's wild smile, a smile that he seemed to have for him. Jason lifted his own bottle up to take a sip and Tim followed suit. He had to admit the taste was good, but he was too busy trying to calm his rabbit fast heart to appreciate it.
"Ever had a threesome before?"
Tim almost choked on what was left in his mouth and he realized he was backing away, Jason boxing him in against the wall and he shook his head no. It wasn't like he'd never had sex, but he'd never had it presented so casually, so quickly, so out of the blue. His mouth gaped open and before he could say anything, Jason's mouth was crashing into his own, hungry for a taste of him. It was unlike any kiss he'd had before. It was intoxicating, dragging his eyes closed as they took from one another like they were starving. Soon he found himself reaching up and threading his fingers into Jason's hair to yank him back just so he could breathe.
He panted hard, meeting Jason's gaze. There was fire in Jason's eyes, flames licking at his mouth from Jason's stubble and he surged up to kiss him again, beer almost forgotten and dropped to the floor. He thrusted his tongue in, needing something more than just pressing their bodies together. Jason's body was hard and so was he, throbbing with want.
"Jesus," Roy whistled, getting up off the couch. "Didn't know the kid had it in him."
Tim jolted back, remembering Roy was still in the room, and he pulled Jason back by the hair before he let go. His heart was still beating wildly, and his breath came out in heavy waves. There wasn't anything he could see really, until Roy had come up behind Jay and started pulling his shirt up.
It was unfair just how gorgeous someone could be as Jason's treasure trail was exposed, his abs, and cinched waist. Tim bit his lip and groaned when the shirt was finally off and Jason's pecs were eye level. How could he look at anything else?
"Kid's got it bad for you, Jay." Roy said with a smirk.
Tim glanced up, eyes snapping to the red head looming over Jason's shoulder, watching. He didn't have anything to say in return, at this point, not when Jason had already kissed him so hotly, not when they were both talking about a threesome. He could deal with a little ribbing if it meant he might get a chance at being with Jason.
Roy's hands were at Jason's chest, squeezing the muscle there and drawing a moan from Jason. It was a deep sound that caused Tim's body to shudder, but Roy wasn't through, tweaking on each of Jason's nipples in tandem and causing Jason to throw his head back in another dark moan.
Tim's mouth dropped open with want, his breathing uneven as he thought about how delicious each perked nipple looked. He pushed Roy's hand out of the way and licked a stripe across the beaded nipple, his mouth suddenly having a mind of it's own. He began to suck and before he knew it, he was biting at the soft flesh hoping to mark it up.
Jason gasped before he moaned, hand coming up to Tim's waist to pull him closer. It told Tim that the older bat liked it, but a quick glance towards Roy told him that the eldest wasn't going to take it sitting down. He started biting on Jason's neck, and a competition suddenly sprung out of their efforts. Who could make Jason moan the most; who could make Jason hotter; who was the better lover-all questions their ministrations began to answer.
Hands were traveling, pinching and pulling, mouths marking, and all the while Jason was falling apart between them until he barely had enough voice to put them at an end.
"Wait-"
"What's that?" Roy asked, pulling at Jason's hair.
Tim stopped immediately, not familiar with Jason's boundaries the way Roy obviously was.
"I want~hah!~Maybe a shower? We just got off patrol," Jason said, throat bobbing and Tim licked his lips wishing he was tall enough to bite at it. The idea of Jason dripping in the shower was a heady thought, but it would erase what he loved about him.
"No," he said rather forcefully, determination suddenly in his brow.
"Okay short-stuff, why?" Roy asked with a quirked brow.
Tim's cheeks heated, but he was still confident, "I like his smell."
"Oh yah?" Jason said with another wild grin.
"Yes," Tim replied leaning forward and inhaling the deep musk that was Jason's masculinity, "you smell good."
"Freak," Roy said, but it was playful, and he wrenched Jason's head back to the sound of another gasp, "I think this might work out, after all. What do you say Jason? Kid's got it bad for you."
"Not a kid-" Tim began but Jason was already talking, licking his lips.
"What are you, Timbers? Do you like to give it, or do you like to take it?"
"Hah! look at his face," Roy said, laughing and letting go of Jason's hair to throw his arm up and over his shoulder.
"Its complicated." Tim's heart was already in his ears again, but he stood his ground.
"A switch?" Roy guessed.
"Not with men."
"So what then, with men?" Jason prodded, drawing his hands up to Tim's waist and squeezing.
"I bottom, but I like to be in control."
Tim would rather them know from the start, a contention in previous relationships or failed attempts at them at least, even as he wanted to be something else if it meant Jason railing him from behind.
"Shit, you lucked out," Roy said with a laugh and patted Jason's chest, "big guy here likes being pushed around, don't you Jay?"
"Yah," Jason admitted with a blush.
"Like it when I push you down and take what I want?"
"Yah."
"Like it when I make you beg to cum with that giant cock of yours, don't you?"
Jason was already panting when he said his next 'yah', like he'd been worked under a spell. Tim wanted to pull Jason apart the way Roy had been, and he went straight for Jason's boxers, feeling the semi hard shaft through the thin fabric. It was as big as Roy made it out to be, considerable in girth as well as length and he swallowed down the growing desire that was kindling in his gut. He wanted it so bad he started to stroke him through the boxers, watching as Jason's eyes rolled up and his mouth hung open.
"So, Jason here's a switch, but I'm a top," Roy grinned, "and I only have one rule if we're going to do this."
"What's that?" Tim asked, drawing more moans from Jason as he squeezed the girth and Jason squeezed his waist.
"I get a taste of you too."
Tim flushed, not having considered Roy in the equation much, and he wondered if it was a rule for dominance, a competition to see just who might be more controlling. A fight. A fight Tim wasn't going to back down from.
"Fine."
Roy grinned wide and gripped Jason's hair harder as his lips came to Jason's ear, "you hear that, big boy? We're all going to have fun just like you wanted, you sneaky little shit. I'm going to make you pay. Want to help make him pay, Tim?"
Tim nodded enthusiastically, willing to find some common ground with Roy, even if he still held a little jealousy deep inside when Roy licked and bit at Jason's ear. Jason's eyes were hooded, mouth dropping open as he whined. Without much warning, Roy pulled Jason away and jerked his head for Tim to follow. He directed them into the bedroom and pushed Jason down on the bed.
"Take them off, and you should probably lose the costume. Unless that's your thing. Want to be fucked in your suit?"
The idea was tempting, having Jason rip at the expensive fabric until he'd gotten access, but the suit was newer. He'd use an older one later…if later was going to come. He hastily began taking off his suit while Roy shucked his shirt and boxers. The redhead was actually pretty, body sculpted and though smaller than Jason's, still considerably larger than his own. Thinking about being trapped between them suddenly had him flushing, cock uncomfortably hard in his cup.
Soon his uniform was down on the ground and he was left in his stirrup leggins. He moved towards the bed, at least willing to have them ripped apart. Roy was already back on the bed, clasping Jason's hands above his head while he stroked his cock. At some point Jason had lost his boxers and Tim drank in the sight of him like a man parched in the desert. He sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for his entry as he greedily watched them. Maybe he did have a thing for watching sex after all, especially since Jason was so beautiful, body already bruising where he'd bit him amongst the pale scaring.
Roy pulled away much to Jason's whining need, and smacked his cock lightly. It bobbed, tip already flush and angry leaking pre. Tim wanted to spear himself on it.
"Do you need some prep?" Roy asked, reaching over to their night stand. He pulled out a handful of condoms and the largest bottle of lube Tim had ever seen.
"Yah, some." Tim was flushed, moving a little closer so he could pinch one of Jason's bruised nipples.
"Hey!" Jason said with a groan, hand coming down to take Tim's. He started sucking on his fingers, and Tim found it harder to keep his breathing under control.
"I want to straddle him while you do it," Tim said when he let go of his lip, eyes still fixated on the red wet tongue occasionally peeking out of Jason's mouth as it went around his fingers. If it was any indication of what Jason could do, Tim wanted his cock down Jason's throat.
"Hop on," Roy said, tilting his head to the side, clearly entertained.
Tim walked on his knees, free hand keeping his balance as he threw a leg over and ground his erection against Jason's stomach. He was higher up than he wanted and he pulled his fingers free of the warm cavern that was Jason's mouth to slick them down Jason's throat. He leaned down, ass in the air as he grazed his teeth over Jason's adam's apple. He finally got a salty taste of his sweat, lightly biting down and feeling it bob beneath his teeth as Jason groaned.
Behind him Roy was grabbing his ass, squeezing hard and drawing a moan out of Tim. It felt good to be touched, and he lifted up enough to stare down at Jason's bedroom eyes.
"Rip my pants for Roy."
"O-"
"Yes, sir, you mean," Tim tried out, staring Jason down with red in his cheeks. He didn't want to be teased, but something in Jason's expression went soft and the older bat nodded enthusiastically as he moaned.
"Yes, sir."
Jason's hands traveled up Tim's arms, calloused and hot, drawing a shivering shudder out of Tim before they'd reached down to his hips.
"You're so fucking small, timbers, fuck," Jason said, hips canting up as his hands spread down to knock Roy's out of the way.
The sound of ripping fabric brought a chuckle from Roy, but Tim's heart was ecstatic, beating wildly as he leaned in and kissed Jason hard. He liked the way it tore, exposing his backside but staying on his hips and legs. The sensation of cold lube and a finger made him jump slightly and Roy patted his ass before gripping him to still his hips. Tim was working on Jason again, marking over Roy's marks with his own, wanting his teeth to be the one that was prominent, wanting his tongue to coat every inch of salt sweat skin.
He moaned when a finger finally slipped in him, the foreign intrusion not uncomfortable as it slid in deeper and back out. Roy was lightly fucking him with it, causing him to pant over Jason's top.
"Bit me back, Jason," Tim demanded and Jason complied, words dark and husky in return.
"Yes, sir," he had almost whispered, kissing and biting at Tim's neck.
"Harder."
Jason bit harder on his shoulder, teeth imprinting deep in his skin, and Tim wanted Jason's marks to last, and he pressed forward against the bite as if he could shove more of his skin in between Jason's teeth. He groaned, Roy taking the opportunity to slip another finger in to scissor him open.
Heat was flooding up and down his body and he twisted Jason's sensitive nipple with his fingers and pulled, causing Jason to pop off his neck.
"Do you trust me?" Tim asked, and Jason nodded before adding a yes sir.
Tim nodded, taking the admission to heart. Jason was willing to put his life in his hands during a mission, and it seemed like he was willing to put his life in his hands in the bedroom too. He caressed Jason's body, mapping out every curve and plane of skin that he could. He wanted to crawl in it and be one with Jason, but he couldn't, not yet. He leaned in and kissed him, pushing back against Roy's fingers.
Suddenly Roy wasn't playing fair, trying to hit that spot inside of him that was oh so good to the touch. It was sensational, washing his body with electric heat that coiled in his gut. He could feel his cock leaking and ready to go, ready to let go of all the tension building inside him, and he panted, whining, wanting more than just what the three fingers had to offer, and he cried out, "enough!"
"Enough?" Roy challenged, not relenting right away.
"I want to come on his cock," Tim clarified, panting.
Roy pulled his fingers back and the next thing Tim knew Jason's cock was being smeared against the cleft of his ass to his hanging sack. Tim lifted up and twisted around to look. Jason was hard, leaking in his condom, slick with lube. With one hand on Jason's chest, he reached behind and directed Roy's hand on Jason's cock to his entrance. Without a moment's hesitation he began to sink down on it, mouth falling open as he moaned.
"Damn," Roy said in awe, and Tim could only imagine how obscene it looked for such a large cock to spear him open. He wanted to see it too, but he was too focused on taking Jason in. He felt like his insides were being stretched wide, full and all encompassing. He began to rock, taking in Jason inch by inch.
"Feels so fucking good," Jason was mumbling, squeezing and ripping at Tim's thighs.
"Looks beautiful," Roy agreed, "can't wait to see him riding you."
And ride Tim wanted to do as he bottomed out. He was sweating, skin coated in a sheen that the low lamp shined on. His breathing was measured, like he was training, and it was like training, doing something that he knew his body could handle even if it felt like he was being split apart. He looked down at his stomach where Jason's thumbs were rubbing, clearly looking for any signs of a bulge. It was ludicrous, and Tim half expected it given just how fucking deep Jason was in his bowels.
He started to cant his hips, hands propped on Jason's chest for support. He was going to ride him like a cowboy, and he started lifting his hips before slamming them down. Jason sounded gutted, mouth open and eyes widened.
"So fucking tight!"
"Let me help," Roy said, getting up behind Tim and grabbing him by the hips. Tim didn't mind it, the heat of Roy's body welcomed as he felt like an inferno ready to combust.
Up and down, his life was the rhythm of Jason's cock spearing him in and out. Thick and throbbing and carving a path with every slam. Their moans were a symphony of cries and whines and deep throated words that asked for more. He didn't know he'd end up in this bed with them, but at the moment it felt like the most right thing in the world, and he looked down in time to see Jason's face fixated like he might cum and Tim went against the next smash to squeeze as hard as he could on Jason's cock and stop.
"Wha-no!" Jason complained, jerking his hips to get them going. Roy snickered behind them, and whispered in Tim's ear.
"Oh, you gonna edge our dear little Robin?"
Tim was panting heavily, and he swore he could see it billowing out of his body in great heaves despite the heat of the room. It smelled of sex and desire, and Tim nodded, smiling.
"You don't come until we tell you you can, Jason. Understand?"
"Fuck-Fuck-" Jason whined, squirming for a moment before he finally settled and nodded, "yes-yes, sir."
Tim waited, excruciatingly painful as it was not to fuck himself on Jason's cock. But once it seemed like Jason could control himself, he began again. Soon they were in a rhythm, and at any point they deemed Jason too close, they stopped, teasing and teasing until Jason was a crying mess, begging for release.
"Please, just please, let me cum!"
"You've got to try harder than that, Jay. Timmy here hasn't come yet! Didn't you say you were going to make him cum?"
"Let me help then, dammit," Jason whined, suddenly ripping at Tim's pants again to get to his cock.
Tim let out a moan at that, leaning back against Roy with a shuddering breath. He was getting tired, relying on the eldest to help him when Roy shocked him with a dominating kiss. Soon it was like he couldn't breathe, lost in Roy's taste. Roy's hands were on hard against his body, pressing their way up his rib cage, almost like he could wrap his hands around as he pressed into the bending ribs. It was a delightful pain, drawing another moan out of Tim before he broke free, spit trapped between them.
"Common Timmy, time for you to get off," Roy said, and Tim relinquished a moment of control, letting Roy move his hips again while Jason's spit slick hand began jerking him off. He'd never felt so full and compressed all at once between them, and before he could relish it and draw it out he was shuddering and coming, crying out in his release.
"That was beautiful, too," Roy murmured, holding up Tim.
"Make him swallow it all up," Tim muttered, each breath a hardship.
"You heard him, Jay. Clean up the mess you made."
"Yes, sir," Jason said readily, scooping off the cum from his hands and stomach and moaning as he sucked his fingers clean.
Tim watched in hazy dazed satisfaction before he pulled off and and moaned as the heft of Jason left him.
"Please, fuck, I want to cum," Jason complained, trying to push Tim back down.
"I thought you said you trusted us, trusted me," Tim said, taking Jason's hands and pushing them above his head. He locked the larger wrists together-one hand barely enough-and ran his thumb along Jason's bottom lip to get the sheen of cum off. He sucked the salty spunk from his finger and grinned as Jason's needy expression darkened.
"I do. I do."
"Then be patient. I promise it will pay off."
"Okay," Jason huffed.
Tim moved over and around to sit down near Jason's hands with his legs spread to either side. He could see all of Jason and Roy this way, knowing it was Jason's turn to get a little fun.
"Fuck him, Roy. I bet he's all prepped and ready for you, isn't he?" Tim demanded, seeing if the eldest would follow his words. They stared at each other but Roy's grin eventually came and the red head suited up his leaking cock and liberally applied.
"I prepped him earlier today in fact," Roy said, situating himself between Jason's magnificent thighs.
"Naughty," Tim cooed and squeezed Jason's wrists. He couldn't get enough of him, admiring the bruises that had started to form, the fingers of his free hand pressing down on them just to watch Jason squirm. He was full of marks and panting for more when Roy pulled the condom off Jason's cock and tossed it to the floor like a heathen.
Tim leaned forward, wanting to watch as Roy lined himself up and began pressing into Jason's heat. It was like having a front row seat in a porno and now he really had to admit he was liking what he was seeing. Jason took Roy so beautifully that he wondered just how used he was.
"You do this a lot?"
"Every chance we get. Jason's a little slut, aren't you baby? Our little slut?"
Jason nodded enthusiastically, mouth gaping open as Roy slammed his hips hard in one go. He cried out and Tim thought he might come all over again. He was definitely harder than he thought he could be watching Roy start to rail Jason without warning. Jason's lovely cock was flopping, the sound of it smacking against his bent abs nothing compared to the sound of skin on skin from his backside. Roy was already starting to work up a sweat, gaze intent on Jason as he held Jason by the thighs, careful of his cut.
"Do you trust me still, Jason?" Tim asked in reverie, licking his lips. He wanted Jason to soar higher and higher.
"Yes-Sir!" he said, each work punctuated by the jolt of his body from Roy's fucking.
Tim reached down and clamped his hand on Jason's throat, wrists still held. It was more for show, Jason barely pulling against them as the aqua green eyes flung up to meet Tim's.
"What-"
"I won't let you pass out," Tim assured, and Jason nodded, mouth opening with ragged breaths.
"Let Tim take care of you baby, but no cumming, not till we say," Roy said, changing his position to pull Jason's legs over his shoulders to bend him more in half. Tim lost sight of Roy plunging in, but it wasn't all bad now that he was focused on Jason's eyes anyways.
He squeezed, watching the acceptance and fight response war in Jason's expression, especially as his face turned red and his eyes blinked rapidly. Just ever so slightly, Jason was tugging on his wrists, but as the green blue eyes swam, Tim let off. Jason inhaled, gasping, blinking away tears that started to form and moaned out again. Tim did it again, watching carefully, holding Jason's life in his hands again, and each time Jason teetered close to the edge he'd let go. Jason's expression began to turn euphoric and dreamy, losing himself in the waves of pleasure.
"Whoa, he looks so pretty like that," Roy said and Tim nodded. Jason was a beautiful man, gorgeous, pretty, everything that Tim had always thought he was, and Roy was suddenly burying himself deep in Jason and letting himself go with a grunting shudder of his hips.
"Fuck, cum Jason, cum for us," Tim said, watching Jason's eyes nearly cross as he he held Jason's breath one last time in his hands. Jason jerked violently, clearly unseeing as he came explosively.
Tim let go of Jason's wrist and his neck, watching Jason shudder and shiver and huff for air. He placed his hand on Jason's chest instead, rubbing and soothing him before he crawled over and began licking up all the cum off his treasure trail and cock. The condom had left a flavorful taste of red velvet cake on his tongue and he hummed before he took Jason's cock into his mouth and began to suck on the over sensitive thing. It was so large Tim felt like he'd need to unhinge his jaw to get it all in.
"Fu-uck Tim!" Jason cried, hips shaking, but Tim wasn't stopping, sucking and running his tongue along the ridge of Jason's cock head. He knew his own cock was hanging down in Jason's face and Roy's hand was on his back suddenly attempting to distract him. He took as much as he could of Jason down, blocking off his airway as he gagged on the thick cock. It was hard to keep his teeth uninvolved, pulling off as thick spit coated and the flash of red velvet cake had him licking again, sucking up as much of his own spit as he could until Jason was reviving and moaning beneath him.
"Suck my cock, Jay. I'm ready for you Roy," Tim said, lifting off Jason's swollen purple tip with a pop. He met Roy for another filthy kiss, and even enjoyed the way Roy grabbed him by the hair in an attempt to dominate. It was a careful back and forth he wanted to explore more with the redhead, more than he'd thought he'd wanted to when they'd first set out, but he was riding on a high when Jason started sucking him off.
Roy pulled off the condom and tied it off before tossing it down with the other, and opened a fresh one as he made his way out of Tim's vision behind him.
"Shit, you're still gaping a little," Roy said, clearly fascinated as he pulled on the rim of Tim's hold.
"Hnn~" Tim replied incoherently, falling back on Jason's cock like he couldn't get enough. His own cock was fully hard again, encased in Jason's wonderful mouth, so much so that he couldn't help but imagine the sight full of balls Jason must have gotten when Roy lined himself up and began pressing in. He dropped his head and began to moan. Roy was by no means a small man either, and far longer than he was girthy, which made it hard to think straight every time Roy slammed against his prostate.
Tim shuddered and tried his best to lick and suck and bite at Jason's thighs, to mark him more and more but Roy was making it hard, hands gripped on his waist tight and setting a brutal pace. Though he'd just watched Jason get plowed, it was entirely different to experience it.
"Ah~ah~" he moaned out in every slam, getting closer every second. Jason's hands were wandering, pinching at his nipples and nails raking against his skin. He felt alive every time one of them caught a scar, and finally when he couldn't take it anymore and his body tensed and tightened; he came. Every nerve ending was on fire, white blinding heat that stole his vision and he slumped down against Jason's crotch, breathing in the musky scent of his tickling pubes and moaned.
Roy wasn't done.
Roy was a fucking machine.
And Jason didn't stop, even as he whined and squirmed and thought he might explode from all the sensation. It was overwhelming, dragging tears and cries out of his mouth, a sobbing mess over hot fire until it turned to pleasure again, robbing him of his breath as he dribbled out another meager serving to Jason's waiting and patient mouth. It was only then that Roy came, cock throbbing deep in him in powerful waves. His grunts were barely heard over his own hiccuping breathing, and when he pulled away, Tim rolled off to the side for a reprieve, staring at and seeing nothing.
He wasn't sure how long they all stayed like that, satiated and content to simply rest, but finally, voice hoarse, Jason pipped up.
"How about a shower now?"
Roy began to laugh and Tim could hear them kissing languidly, but he couldn't move just yet. He'd pushed himself harder than he had in a while after a mission and he shuddered when Jason's calloused hand found his thigh and he patted him.
"Hey, you alive down there?"
"Yah," Tims said, rolling onto his back. The ceiling came into view before Jason's smirking face did.
"That was fun, Timbo. We should do it again."
"I had a good time," Tim admitted, cheeks pinking as he reached up and touched one of the marks he'd left behind on Jason's throat.
Roy jumped on Jason's back and playfully bit at his ear before Roy threw his hands around Jasons' shoulders, slumping, "it's a plan. You like those don't you?"
Jason snorted and Tim nodded with a growing grin. "I think with a little more information, we can find all sorts of ways to make Jason beg."
"I think I kinda like you."
"I think I kinda like you too."
Jason groaned, flopping back on the bed before they started laughing.
Tim knew then that things weren't going to be the same, and he rather liked that fact.