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Get mated they said, it will be fun they said.
"Just stay here," Jason says again, tempted to make it an order. Which will make it a fight, which will end badly--
"Pass." Dick rolls his eyes, tugging down Jason's hoodie over more of Jason's clothes.
"What, you think I'm gonna go out for a pack of cigarettes and never come back?" Jason baits. It's the only explanation for why Dick's being so clingy over a convenience store that's fifteen goddamn minutes away.
Dick's eyes flash a little, their mating bond smarting to let Jason know exactly how that was received. "You think I won't call someone else?"
It's Jason's turn to growl. He'll rip their fucking throat out--
Dick looks slightly smug. And entirely too good for someone who's just spent two days in an abandoned dock-side warehouse in heat-induced agony.
"You coming?" Dick's somehow spinning the car keys in his hand, god knows when that fucker pickpocketed them.
Jason drags his hands down his face. "This is crazy, you're in the middle of your heat!"
Dick gives him a look. "It'll be fine. We're going to be there for like ten minutes, it's at least an hour before my heat starts up again."
Unless they want to make their mating a family affair, or call one of Dick's coworkers, they've got no way of ordering supplies to this shady warehouse. In the wharf surrounded by criminals.
Jason grinds his teeth together. He wants his mate to stay here, safe and comfortable, in the middle of one of his worst heats yet. Is that so much to ask for?
Jason can keep this argument going until Dick's unpredictable, messed-up heat cycle kicks in again. He can spar Dick, who's already exhausted and sensitive, until Dick's forced to stay in this fucking awful nest.
But Dick never listens. To anyone. And that threat alone makes Jason swear under his breath and concede.
In Jason's entire life, he has yet to meet an omega that actually lives up to that demure and sweet stereotype. Just his fucking luck.
Dick's cheerful smile does absolutely nothing for Jason's mood as the omega drives them to the closest store they could find. It's some dingy little corner store crammed between a liquor shop and--
"Look, a Vape Shack. You could work on quitting."
"I could get a divorce." Jason counters as Dick roughly parks the car.
"And right after reaffirming our bond too." Dick sighs, opening Jason's door when Jason doesn't move.
Jason crosses his arms and grabs the door, staring right back at some biker asshat in the parking lot as he follows Dick in.
Dick smells like his heat, some blend of warm, desperate, and honey-sweet. Irresistible. Jason's mood lifts despite himself as Dick grins at him, turning into an aisle and making it look like an art form.
The guy at the counter hastily tugs out his earphones, giving Dick an interested look.
Jason levels him the darkest look he can muster-- and he trained with assassins. The scent of alpha aggression makes the cashier pale and wither where he stands.
Satisfied, Jason heads after his omega, earning a sharp glare from the tiny old woman he almost bowls over.
Dick already has a small mountain of snacks in his arms, and is staring into the drinks refrigerators. The guy keeps some insanely meticulous diet befitting a world class athlete. Until he gets in heat.
Jason hugs him from behind and Dick leans into him, head tilted back into his shoulder. "See anything you like?"
"A couple of things." Dick murmurs, turning to kiss him.
Jason backs him into the glass, hearing the crinkling of Dick's fucking snacks between them as he chases his mouth.
The little old lady scolds them in Albanian.
Jason stifles a deep sigh against the side of Dick's hair, then turns to see the disapproval on that wrinkled face that puts Bruce's surliest faces to shame.
"Më fal për këtë." Dick says easily and the lady simultaneously frowns and softens, pursing her lips and moving away from them.
Jason nuzzles at him, at the bandaged bite at his neck and Dick's scent flares with arousal.
Dick's eyes are blown wide, skin flushed. Oh fuck. It's starting up again.
"I knew you were wrong." Jason informs him, deeply amused as he grabs some energy drinks.
"Shut up." Dick says.
"Better get moving." Jason orders, smacking his ass and earning a satisfyingly shocked look. "I say that more for you, I'm more than happy to take care of you right here."
Dick's scent only gets heavier with arousal and Jason swallows, blood rushing south.
No, his possessive instincts win out. They're doing this in the warehouse.
The snacks spill all over the cash counter, Dick tapping his fingers against it slightly urgently. He tugs at the collar of Jason's hoodie.
The cash guy averts his eyes carefully as he rings them up. "33.24."
Dick breathes out, clenching a fist. The faint scent of slick is in the air.
Jason can't tell whose misery he's enjoying more-- the cash register guy or Dick's. There's about a million I-told-you-so's on the tip of Jason's tongue.
"Where the hell did I put my wallet?" Jason starts emptying out the contents of his pockets. Phone, keys, gun...
Fear bleeds into the cashier's scent.
"Jay." Dick growls. Married life, got to love it.
Jason gets his wallet out, throwing some cash onto the counter. "Here it is." He says darkly.
Dick rushes out of the store and groans the second he's inside the car, one hand pressed against the dash and the other holding his stomach. "Jason--"
"I'll get us back in no time sweetheart," Jason promises. He does break every speed limit on the way back, screeching the car to a stop outside the warehouse.
Dick whines when Jason opens the door, and Jason lets him wrap his legs around his waist, getting them as far as past the door before Dick's desperate motions at him get to him.
Jason slams him into the wall, kissing him deeply. There's a few more frustrated motions between the two of them before Dick manages to work off Jason's belt. Jason tugs his too-big sweatpants off those gorgeous legs.
Dick's ridiculously distracting like this, cock dripping, flashes of his abs peeking out from under Jason's hoodie, eyes bright and skin tanned and gorgeous. He's slick and wet already, groaning as Jason works two fingers into him.
Dick's hands are at Jason's shoulders, behind his neck, tugging at his hair.
Jason takes off the bandage on his neck with his teeth. Dick arches against the wall as Jason presses into him.
"Fuck, Jay--" Dick moans, legs tightening around Jason's sides. "Please move--"
"You're so bossy." Jason laughs hoarsely, nearly knocking Dick's head back into the wall when he kisses him. They're both groaning as Dick slides against the wall, tight and hot against Jason's thrusts.
Jason's steadily getting drunk on the scent of him, on his voice. Their bond is flooding with a feedback loop of emotions. Ones Jason wouldn't admit he's capable of with a bomb strapped to his head, but it's easy now to make Dick's eyes get wide and shiny.
"I love you." Dick declares between kisses, and Jason smiles. Fucking sap. He knew Dickie'd crack first. He normally doesn't, for anyone.
"You what now?"
"Shut up Jay."
"If I do that, how am I supposed to tell you I love you too?"
"You're such an idiot." Dick grins, hair falling in his eyes.
"No returns, all sales final."
"Funny you think you can leave."
Jason nearly believes him, Dick's probably leaving bruises on his shoulders and stomach.
Jason's hips piston into him as they both get closer and Dick clenches down hard, coming with a cry. Warmth spills between them and then Jason's coming inside him, using the wall to hold the two of them up.
Dick groans softly when Jason's knot expands. Yeah, maybe they should be a little more careful about the whole thing, but Leslie said Dick's cycles are gonna take a-- fuck it, who cares.
Jason closes his eyes when Dick starts carding a hand through his hair. It feels like getting fixed. Jason always feels different around him.
He can't believe they didn't do this years ago.
"Watch it--" Dick makes a low sound when Jason moves, the knot tugging at them until Jason stops.
"Sorry, sorry." Jason gently kisses his jaw. "I'm so fuckin' tired."
Dick snickers.
Jason breathes out heavily. "What the fuck now?" Dick's probably starving or some other ridiculously stupid shit that they can't do now that they're tied together. Jason should've shoved a protein bar down his throat first or something.
"We forgot to get blankets." Dick informs him, grinning.
"No." Jason says, slow horror dawning on him.
"We gotta go back out there."
"No."
"Jay the cot has like one sheet."
"I don't care. We're staying." Where Jason could see him and hold him, and fuck him as slowly or loudly as he fucking wanted.
"I want to make a nest," Dick complains, pulling the stupidly big eyes on him.
The obvious fucking solution was to drive back to their apartment.
But Dick had made up some stupid omega bullshit about needing to be here, and was keeping Jason firmly wrapped around his finger.
Jason groans, walking them over to the cot and falling heavily over Dick. Who laughs again, the sick bastard.
"Later," Jason mumbles into his neck. "Sleeping now."
Dick continues running his hands through his hair and Jason goes boneless on him, pretending to purr.
The laugh makes even the idea of a nightmarish visit to some fucking mattress store in the middle of the day worth it.