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There's a pattern, to who Jason lets close enough to touch him.
It's something Roy doesn't realize at first, because Jaybird's always been real squirrely about vulnerability, about letting anyone see the soft squishy underbelly of him. He wraps himself in layers of armor and that fucking hood, in guns that keeps the world and his family at a distance, and it works, for the most part.
Sometimes, when he's watching them leave, his face will melt into something aching and yearning and confused, like he doesn't understand why they're leaving him behind.
Roy hates that look, hates that he sees it so often in Gotham, hates that Jason's family could ever choose to leave him.
Hates, too, the defensive way he is, in the aftermath--withdrawn and sulking, short tempered and prone to snapping at Roy for days before he runs.
He's careful, is all. After how often he's been hurt, Roy figures Jason has more than a right to being careful, to being selective about who he lets close to him.
There's still a pattern, to who those people are.
~
Jason's got a hickey, high on his throat. He hasn't put the helmet on yet, and Dick's eyes keep glancing over it, as Batman drones on about the mission.
It's urgent enough to call in all the bats and birds, and Roy had followed along in Jay's wake because he rarely found himself anywhere else, but apparently it's not so urgent that this fucking debrief couldn't be hurried along.
"Who's he with?" Dick murmurs, and Roy flicks a glance at Jason, impassive and dangerous kitted out in Red Hood regalia and weapons.
He moans real pretty, when he's getting fucked by Slade Wilson, though, and Roy had listened through the flimsy walls of their safehouse, as Wilson sucked his dick and fucked him to tears, and had heard it, when his deep gravely voice had rumbled, What would Goldie think of you, like this, fucked out on my cock and crying for more?
He'd heard the way Jason had screamed, the choked sound of his orgasm chasing him even here.
Jason always got off on pissing off his family.
Wilson left him dripping come and limping slightly, covered in hickies that were taking their sweet time fading.
"I don't think it's serious," Roy says, now. "Just scratching an itch, when Deathstroke is in town."
He's watching Jason when he says it, watches the telltale twitch of his amused lips as Dick begins to fume.
~
It's not only Deathstroke.
There's Talia al Ghul, one weekend she comes to Gotham to see Damian and Jason swans into the Manor with his lips still swollen from eating her out, and Roy spends most of dinner choking on his laughter and the scent of sex that still clings to Jay while Bruce twitches stonily in silence.
There's the threesome he has with Harley and Ivy, and Ivy invites Roy to join them, when he stumbles though the living room to find Harley riding Jay, his cock sliding slick and thick into her while Ivy grinds against his mouth, the wet slick sounds enough to make his balls ache. They flirt with Hood for the next six months and Roy laughs, listening to Dick bitch across the comms.
There's Kori, and Roy thinks that's as much because Jay adores her as anything else but Dick slips into their apartment, slips into Roy's open window and he can hear them, the rhythm of the bed squeaking and Kori's breathless cries, the ones she only makes when someone's giving it to her good, biting nails and hard fast fuck, and she's about two seconds from coming.
He sees the way Dick goes white and then red, sees fury in his eyes and Roy catches his hand and drags him down into bed and licks into his mouth.
Neither of them are in bed with who they want, but Roy can hear Jay grunting and his growl when he comes, can hear the rumble of his voice and lazy wet sound of kissing, and it's that as much as Dick's cock pushing into him, hot and familiar and god so good, that makes him come, and he bites Dick's wrist, because it's that or scream and Kori's already got a claim on screaming Jay's name tonight.
~
Tim is different.
He's part of the family that Jaybird loves to irritate, but seperate from them too, held at a distance by their choices and the way he joined the family.
He was still Dick Grayson's baby brother, and Red Hood fucking him slow and dirty in a safehouse on the wrong side of town was always going to piss Dick off.
The fact that he does it after Red Robin's been missing for three days and every Bat and Bird in Gotham is scouring the city for him, the fact that he does it wearing the Red Hood gear and sends Oracle proof of life while he's panting and begging, where there's no doubt about exactly what's happening to him in the photo.
Then he throws the phone and his comm aside and spends the rest of the night fucking Tim. He's got Tim spread open on the couch when Roy walks past, his voice a low sweet rumble that hurts more than listening to him beg, and Tim--
Tim Drake's always been a pretty little thing, all lithe muscle and dark silky hair and mouth made to fuck.
Tim Drake panting and fucked out, lips swollen from sucking Jay's cock, writhing on three thick fingers fucking steady in his ass is a goddam vision.
"Roy," Tim gasps, and he knows what it sounds like, when he's being invited to play.
It's the first time he's ever considered it, and he looks at Jay.
Jaybird with his pretty eyes gleaming and hopeful, with his slick red mouth shiny and red, with his gorgeous body primed and ready, with his pretty cock hard and wet and he wants.
Because here's the thing--
Jason fucks people to piss off his family. But he's never once fucked Roy.
He shakes his head and dips down to kiss Tim, slips him some tongue to suck on while he tweaks his swollen nipples and Tim makes a high broken noise against his mouth.
"Sorry, pretty bird. Jaybird doesn't play with me."
He slips away before they can say anything, before Tim can drag him into the slick skin and sweat, and gets off in his bed, hand on his cock and cock in his ass and the sound of Jay's sweet rumble all he can hear.
~
Tim goes home the next morning, and Red Hood brawls with Nightwing across half of Gotham City's roofs two nights later, and Roy patches him back up, after, gentle even as he says, "You knew it'd piss him off, Jaybird, it's why you fucked him. What the hell were you expecting."
Jason is quiet, and then, "You always say no."
Roy looks at him in the mirror, shivers because Jay's already staring at him. He's bruised to hell and his lips is busted from where Dick had punched him, and his shoulder is gonna be sore for days, but he's beautiful, all broad shoulders and dense muscle, a layer of fat that Roy adores because it means he's healthy, he's being taken care of.
"With Harley and Ivy. That time with Kori. Even with Talia. With Tim. You always say no," Jason says. "I thought--it's ok, that you don't want me. But--it's not that, is it."
Roy doesn't move.
"How long have you wanted me?" Jason asks, and he rolls himself back, ass pressing into the craddle of Roy's hips, draped across his chest.
"I don't want to be another way you piss off your family, Jaybird," Roy says, his hands holding onto Jay's hips, keeping him from grinding back.
He's sleek and beautiful and staring at Roy in the reflection like Roy's everything he wants.
"Idiot," he murmurs, fond, "You're the only person they trust to keep me safe. It's why Alfred adores you, why B always lets you join us when I fight with them. They'd be thrilled, if we got together."
Something sits heavy and knowing in his chest. "That's why--"
"You always said no," Jason reminds him, and there's something in the irritated tone, something vulnerable and sweet.
That sweet underbelly he never shows, not even to the casual fucks he uses to get under his family's skin and Roy closes his eyes, because he's not stupid, and--
"Jaybird, baby--" he breathes, before Jay twists in his arms and catches his face in familiar calloused hands and kisses him, deep and sweet and just a little bit filthy, like a promise.
~
The thing is. He's heard Jay with other people. He's heard him begging on Slade Wilson's cock and heard him groaning as Harley sucked him off and heard him gritty and coming as Kori screamed. He's heard him sweetly obedient for Talia and roughly bossy with Tim, has seen him fucked out and coming while he's being ridden hard and fast. He's seen his lips on Ivy's cunt and his fingers in Tim's pretty hole and Slade's cum slick on his thighs and Talia's cock on the ground by his bed, wet and gleaming.
But he's never seen Jay naked and flushed pink in his bed, his cock hard and leaking as Roy grinds two fingers in his hot little hole. He's never seen Jay bouncing on his cock, his eyes fixed on Roy and his mouth slack as he grunts in pleasure. He's never seen Jay's face when he comes on Roy's cock, never seen him blush when Roy whispers Jaybird and baby and my god baby boy look at you take it.
He's never seen Jay's lips stretched around his cock, or caught his fingers in Jay's tangled hair or seen him, with come still spilling across his face, his fist working his cock as he comes with Roy's come and name on his lips.
He's never seen Jay collapse next to him in bed, sweaty and sated and smiling.
And he's never seen Jay's family smile, reserved and pleased and smug and resigned, when Jason drags him to family dinner.
~
They make out in Bruce's study after dinner, while the Bats and Birds bicker down the hall and Jason grins as he goes to his knees and licks precum from Roy's cock and says, mischievous and eyes burning hot, "Think they'll catch us?"
Roy chokes on laughter that twists into a moan as Jay takes his cock into his mouth, as he fucks that pretty face and Jay hums contented delight and comes across Bruce's pretty floor and his knuckles.
He always did get off, on pissing off his family.