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It isn't exactly often that Jason and Tim both get scheduled for nights off at the same time. It might be more frequent if Bruce knew what sort of relationship they had, but that was a can of worms that Tim wasn't interested in opening any time soon.
He was just happy to have this. To have Jason sitting in his kitchen, looking relaxed under soft yellow lighting, a book in hand.
Tim stepped into his space and leaned down, caressing his lips over Jason's cheek, reveling in the soft warmth, the smooth texture of scars under his touch.
Jason put his book on the table, its face down and spine cracking to keep his place. Tim smiled, thinking about how Jason only treated his own copies like that, never the ones from the library. Hands slipped around Tim's waist as Jason asked, “What's up, baby?”
“Nothing,” Tim said. “You just looked so inviting.”
“Did I?” Jason asked, and his arms circled around Tim to pull him closer, bumping Tim's legs against his knees.
“Always,” Tim sighed contentedly. “You're perfect, you know. Big and handsome and everything I could want.”
Jason's breath hitched, so quietly that even Tim may not have noticed if he wasn't almost straddling the other man.
Tim pulled back slightly so that he could look his partner in the face. “Also, I made you tea,” he said, and reached over to the other side of the table to grab Jason's favorite mug, steeped with Alfred's special blend of chamomile.
Jason hummed, letting his hands run down Tim's back and play with the waistband of his pants. “You spoil me,” he said, and Tim knew that he already suspected. It had been a while, and Jason was entirely aware that Tim was getting antsy for it.
Tim kissed him proper, maybe for the last time that night. He slipped fully onto Jason's lap, spread across those thick thighs while Jason let him have his way with his mouth.
“I love you,” Tim murmured against his lips, and he felt Jason swallow.
“Tim. I…” Jason said, face warming with emotion and embarrassment, apparently unable to finish, but that was alright. Instead, he poured his passion into a renewed kiss, a fiery lock of lips that gentled into something sweet and slow, giving Tim everything.
Tim knew that Jason loved him. Otherwise, he'd never be allowed to do what he was planning.
Tim pulled back and grabbed for the mug again. He held it between the two of them, warm steam over both their faces, eyes locked together. His pants already felt tight, and they'd barely started. But this trust from Jason – the acceptance, the generosity – it all got to him more than he could ever express.
Jason's arms caressed Tim as he retrieved them, hot palms trailing over Tim's sides. Both hands came up to cradle the mug, and Jason brought it closer to himself, closing his eyes and taking in the scent.
If there had been any doubt, that surely would've quashed it. Despite Tim's best efforts, the smell and taste would be slightly off, letting Jason know exactly what it was he'd be ingesting.
Jason's face flickered, and there was the slightest moment of hesitation. It could be Jason checking in with himself, making sure this was what he wanted, or it could be genuine discomfort. Tim didn't know. The soluble drug was easiest for Jason to handle, as opposed to pills or injections, but it still brought back bad memories sometimes.
Then Jason sipped his tea.
Tim licked his lips. That was it, then. He'd have free reign tonight.
But he couldn't kiss him now, not without risking a transfer of the sedative. Very disappointing, when he looked so sweet and kissable. Tim's legs squeezed around Jason's, excitement lighting up his insides, and he ducked his head to mouth against Jason's neck. Jason drank more tea, seemingly unbothered by Tim, who sucked on his throat, hearing and feeling every swallow.
Jason's heart rate slowed while Tim's raced. The empty mug clacked when Jason set it on the table. “Chamomile makes me so tired,” he murmured, and Tim's cock, almost fully hard now, twitched in his pants. The fiction of it was intoxicating – the idea that Jason would simply go to sleep, never knowing just how depraved his lover was.
“It's supposed to do that,” Tim said, teasing. Then he trailed fingers down Jason's face, feeling the scratch of his stubble. “Why don't you turn in for the night? It'll be good for you to get some rest.”
“You're probably right,” Jason said, and cracked his jaw on a yawn. His arms wrapped around Tim again, holding him close, and Tim sank into the embrace. “You'll watch out for me while I sleep?” he asked, amusement in his tone.
“Always,” Tim promised, entirely serious. “I'll keep you safe.”
Jason huffed a low chuckle and kissed Tim's forehead. “I know you will.”
Jason stumbled a couple of times on the way to the bedroom, and Tim, at his side, had to try to support his significant weight. They succeeded, eventually, though Jason seemed barely aware by that point. He flopped onto the mattress, and Tim took a few moments to position him comfortably.
Jason laid there, breathing deeply, and Tim's heart swelled just to see him. The planes of his face relaxed so beautifully like this, in a way that not even natural sleep could match, not with the tension and nightmares that sometimes plagued him. Tim returned his kiss, lips lingering at his hairline, drinking in the sensation of peace. “Good night,” he whispered, and pulled away.
Jason didn't answer, out like a light.
Now the fun could begin.
Tim texted the group chat, the one just for this purpose, filled only with people Jason had okayed and who had signed the requisite contract. 6 hours, starting at 11, he typed, and then ignored how the chat blew up with excitement. That gave him about an hour and a half to make sure that they were ready for guests.
First, he wiped Jason's mouth with a washcloth and poured a small amount of water past his lips. He used his fingers, pressing them between Jason's teeth and making certain that every surface was lightly rinsed before he stroked Jason's throat, inducing him to swallow. It was always best to be careful when playing with such a potent sedative. Then he started the meticulous process of stripping off Jason's clothing. He was in the middle of shimmying the pants off of him when he heard the front door unlatch, and a familiar voice called, “Tim?”
Tim grimaced and pulled, refusing to leave Jason in the undignified position of having his pants half down. They came free with a few well placed tugs, and Tim dropped them to the floor so he could walk out to the front entrance.
“You're early,” he admonished, crossing his arms to make sure that Dick knew just how unimpressed he was. “What if Jason was still up? It's irresponsible. And aren't you supposed to be heading to Bludhaven tonight, anyways?”
Dick shifted from foot to foot, but if he was trying to look ashamed, it wasn't working. His face was far too eager. “That's actually why I dropped by,” he explained. “I have to get back to ‘Haven tonight, but I've been looking forward to this for months, so I thought maybe I could help you prep before I go?” He bit his lip and held out the tote bag he was carrying. “I bought Jay a present,” he confessed.
Tim eyed both Dick and the proffered bag. Dick somehow made his baby blues get even bigger, and Tim sighed. It wasn't in the rules, but it would be a shame to kick Dick out when these opportunities were so rare. “Fine,” he said, and grabbed the tote bag. Dick cheered.
“Where is he? The bedroom?” he asked, already speed walking past Tim, and Tim rolled his eyes and followed.
“Yeah. He just went down a few minutes ago.”
Dick cracked open the bedroom door with a sunshine smile, then stopped in his tracks, expression softening to something more gentle. He looked so openly, vulnerably fond that Tim couldn't regret his presence. If anyone understood all of this, it was Dick.
“He looks so pretty like this,” Dick said softly, like he thought Jason might wake up if he was too loud (which was impossible; Tim had checked.) Tim only nodded in response, also gazing in on Jason sprawled loosely over the bed. After Tim's efforts, he was only in boxers, leaving so much skin on display. He laid on his back, and it was obvious how lax he was, all his muscles gone soft and pliable and squishing down into the sheets. His head was tilted to one side, and hair fell across his forehead, shadowing his closed eyes. His lips were slightly parted, and his deep, quiet breaths blew out against a few of his curls. Tim would never get enough of looking at him.
Then Dick nudged Tim and gestured down to the bag in his hands. “What do you think?” he asked, and Tim, curious, reached in to pull out the contents.
They were Jason's color. Tim swallowed.
“You like them?” Dick asked, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes.
“We'll see if they fit,” Tim said, trying to seem aloof, as if he were only indulging Dick.
“They will,” Dick said with a cocky little smirk. Then he clapped, clearly over his impulse for quiet reverence. “Let's hop to it, then!” he exclaimed.
Maneuvering Jason was much easier with help, and Tim found himself feeling grateful for and resentful of Dick's presence in turns. Certain things were normally private, and letting Dick push up Jason's leg to hold him open while Tim cleaned and lubed him made Tim feel irrationally jealous.
Dick's present was a stroke of genius, though. Delicate and lacy and dark, pretty red. The top was mostly just straps. They crisscrossed nicely over his back, but the front was the revelation, where they framed his pecs and nipples, accentuating what Jason already had, tits somehow even more mouthwatering for being displayed. The panties were nearly a thong, lace settling deep in Jason's crack and then peeking out, rising up to rest high over his ass and surround his cheeks. The front had a little room for his dick to rest in, but Tim figured it would be poking out before long.
“It's everything I imagined,” Dick sighed dreamily.
Tim shoved him, but Dick only bounced back, laughing.
With Jason mostly ready, next came getting the bench.
Tim had designed and built the bench himself. Everyone he'd mentioned that little factoid to had attributed it to his control freak tendencies, but, personally, Tim didn't think it was unreasonable to want to assure quality. He'd done his research, looking into everything from chaise lounges meant for sex to truly uncomfortable looking bondage furniture to hospital gurneys (the bench's wheels and their locking mechanism were all gurney.) The bench was carefully padded and lined with waterproof vinyl, over which Tim would lay soft sheets that would protect Jason's skin while he was held in position for long periods of time. It was also completely adjustable, so that that position could be anything that Tim was able to imagine.
The bench was kept in a secret wall compartment in the closet of Tim's home gym. This was so that Jason could pretend that he didn't know about it. Tim didn't know if Jason had found the hiding spot yet
Dick was the first other person to see where the bench was kept. Tim explained the secrecy while the two of them wheeled it back towards the bedroom, and he simply shook his head and said, “You two are so weird.”
“You have absolutely no room to talk,” Tim told him.
“Touche,” Dick agreed. “I mean, I did decide to come here to your little sex nest.”
“Of your own free will and everything,” Tim added.
“Very good point," he said as they pulled up to the bed. He grinned. “Now, dungeon master, how do you want your boy toy situated?”
“I rue the day you learned human speech.”
“Love you too, Timmy,” Dick said cheekily.
They laid Jason out on his back, obviously. Those tits deserved to be appreciated. His legs were lifted into padded stirrups that supported his ankles and knees, leaving him spread wide open (though not far enough to strain him. Tim had meticulously documented Jason's flexibility and comfortable ranges.) Tim tilted the main section of the bench so that Jason's ass was ever so slightly lifted, just to make access easier. The panel under his head was set to incline, so that his neck was properly supported, and to keep all the blood from rushing to his brain. A strap went around his middle and over his forearms to help keep him in place, not because Jason was likely to move himself, but because the night's activities would have a great deal of jostling involved.
Tim was getting hard again. It would be difficult not to with his partner all dressed up and displayed like that, his hole purposefully positioned to be fucked into, covered only by the thinnest strip of dark red lace.
“God,” Dick said, and pet a hand down Jason's side, “does he even know how perfect he is? It's like he was made for this.”
Tim hummed his agreement, and when he was finished securing the final strap the two of them took Jason back to the exercise room, since it already had mats down to protect the floor.
Tim was stepping back to appreciate his work when Dick suddenly swore. He glanced over to see him looking down at his phone. “Lost track of time,” Dick explained. Tim checked his watch – It was nearly 10:30. “I need to get moving soon,” he added morosely. He looked longingly over to Jason, then back at Tim. “Could I…?” he asked, weakly pleading for something he didn't think he'd get.
Tim always fucked Jason first. It was ostensibly so that he could be at least somewhat less horny while keeping watch over the proceedings. Not even Tim actually believed that. He didn't think of himself as a possessive person, but the idea of breaking that tradition was beyond unacceptable to his mind. Tim may be sharing, but that fantastic ass was his, thank you very much Mr. Grayson.
But Dick had been legitimately helpful, and so excited to see Jason, and Tim, once again, would hate to kick him out.
Another option occurred to him. Dick, according to his contract, had a few uncommon privileges – the benefits of being family, Tim supposed. Decision made, he walked up to Jason and offered, “How about his mouth?”
Dick's face lit up with an amazed grin. “Really?” he asked, a bounce back in his step.
“Sure,” Tim answered. “Just wait a minute until I give you the go ahead.” He unlocked the head rest from its position and slowly tilted it back until Jason was at a good angle for Dick to use. It lengthened the column of his throat, and Tim ran the tips of his fingers over it, worrying at the old batarang scar. He marveled at how vulnerable and trusting Jason was being for the two of them.
Tim let Dick take his place and headed down to where he was needed. By the time Tim was between Jason's legs, Dick already had his cock out and was fisting it mercilessly, quickly working himself to complete hardness.
“You aren't allowed to come before I do,” Tim said on a whim.
Dick nodded and smiled. “Whatever you say, Timmy.”
Tim pushed his pants out of the way and pulled his own dick out. He slicked himself with the lube that he always made sure was readily available and generously used, no matter how sloppy Jason's hole already was. But now it was fresh, only slightly stretched by Tim's fingers just a little while ago, and Tim swallowed as he put his hands on Jason's cheeks and spread them a bit further. He tucked a thumb under the lace of the panties and pulled it to one side, leaving Jason entirely exposed. Finally, he lined himself up and slowly started pushing in. Jason's body parted for him readily.
It had been such a challenge, formulating a drug for Jason. There had been so many things that he had to get right. It needed to keep Jason unconscious for long periods of time, without dreams. It had to relax his muscles without leaving him entirely insensate. It needed to be easy to administer, non-addictive, and have a low risk of side effects.
It had to make Jason lax enough that he was easy to fuck but present enough to squirm.
Tim was so focused on getting his cock far enough inside Jason that he could press his hips against his ass that he nearly forgot about Dick, until the man, nearly whining, asked, “Now?”
“Fine,” Tim said, and Dick wasted no time in shoving his fingers into Jason's mouth and pulling up his jaw. He left his hand there, using his fingers to cover the bottom row of teeth while he fed his cock between Jason's lips.
Tim's hips jerked and bottomed out at the same moment as Jason's quiet breaths hitched, probably from Dick breaching his throat. Dick groaned and Tim latched onto Jason's thigh with the hand not occupied holding the panties out of the way. He needed something to stabilize himself.
Dick started to slowly thrust, and praised aloud, “Fuck, Jay, so good.” He laid a hand down on Jason's neck, like he was feeling for his cock pushing inside of it. Jason's chest stuttered and heaved as his unconscious mind tried to work out a breathing pattern around the choking presence of Dick's namesake. It drew Tim's attention, made him notice all over again just how nice Jason's tits looked all wrapped up in lace.
Dick's movements were measured and intentional, and Tim hardly noticed that he was following the same pace in double time. “Can't believe you let me do this,” Dick muttered, and Tim knew that he wasn't talking to him. Dick always was chatty, during. “Made yourself into a fucktoy and told me I could use you.” Tim spasmed, shoulders hunching, breathing picking up speed. He gripped at Jason, palming his ass with the string of the panties wrapped up in his fingers. “Prettiest man in the goddamn world–” Dick broke off with a groan, then panted “–and I'm using his throat as a cocksleeve.”
Tim swore aloud, hips stuttering. The security tape was going to be so good.
Some files, Tim shared with Jason. There were plenty of days when they dropped the pretense and spoke candidly about what they were doing. Tim would show Jason what he'd looked like, who'd come by, what they'd done, and they'd discuss whether any changes needed to be made.
Some of the records were tucked away, deep, or even entirely destroyed. That wasn't because he was hiding anything from Jason, but because Jason really did trust him to keep his boundaries from being crossed, enough that he had asked Tim to make sure that he didn't know everything. He liked the mystery, liked that he had no idea what the record number of people who'd fucked him in a single night was. (He'd also said that he didn't want to know if no one showed up. Tim had laughed in his face. It was true that everyone they knew had very tight schedules, but Tim thought that there could be an alien invasion in the middle of their session and several people would still make time for a quick pit stop.)
Then there were the things that Tim hid where he thought Jason would find them. Innocuously named file folders, polaroids in the vents, that sort of thing. A treat for Jason to discover in the course of his own sleuthing, whenever Tim's poor, oblivious boyfriend got suspicious that something strange was going on. Something to create feelings of shock, horror, violation, arousal. That was where the recording of Dick saying the word “cocksleeve” while halfway down Jason's throat was going to go, because Jason was going to like that even more than Tim did.
Tim fucked harder into Jason as he imagined it. Jason breaking into the apartment while Tim was at work, carefully disabling the security to cover his tracks. Maybe Tim would hide the file on an encrypted data stick, tape it somewhere fun, like on the back of one of his framed photo prints or underneath the kitchen sink. Jason would be trepidatious, trying to convince himself it was probably nothing, that there were plenty of reasons for a vigilante to have hidden digital information. He'd enter the drive into an unnetworked machine, spend time decoding the encryption, all the while getting more and more worked up, tension and anticipation building as he wondered what it was that Tim could possibly be hiding from him. Then he'd find it. Not the video, Tim decided. An audio file, and stills. Something he'd need to interpret, to let him stew in false denial for as long as possible. He'd hear panting, skin slapping, the wet sounds of a body being invaded – and then, finally, Dick's voice, the voice of his older brother, speaking quietly enough that he'd have to strain to hear, talking about him.
Tim buried himself in Jason and moaned low and long when he came. He stayed there for a moment, eyes closed, leaning into Jason's ass and legs. He wished he never had to leave.
“Yes,” Dick quietly hissed, drawing out the end of the word, and Tim opened his eyes. They still made quite the picture with Dick levering open Jason's slack jaw. He had his other hand fisted at the base of his cock. Tim felt his spent dick wanting to get hard again, all wrapped up in Jason's heat. “My turn, Jace,” Dick said. “I'm gonna mess you up so nice, you're gonna look so fucking good with me all over you.” After a few more deep, careful thrusts, Dick pulled back slightly, letting his cock rest against Jason's lips while he jacked himself to completion. The first spurt of come landed inside that pretty mouth before Dick aimed wildly, painting over Jason's face and chest.
Tim shook his head. “Can't believe you ruined his top already,” he said with an exaggerated sigh.
Dick caught his breath and then grinned. “Excuse you, I improved it,” he bragged.
Tim's soft cock finally slipped out. He shrugged while he let the panties snap back into place and admitted, “I can't argue with results.”
Dick dropped to his knees, right there on the mats, and licked up the side of Jason's cheek, lapping up a line of his own come.
“Weren't you in a hurry?” Tim asked, amused.
Dick pouted at him. “Spoil sport,” he accused, then checked his phone and rushed towards the bathroom for a quick bit of clean up.
Jason's cock was half hard and trying to escape its confines already. Tim adjusted him, tucking it snugly back away into the silken front of the panties. Then, mesmerized, he put a finger to the lace against Jason's hole, pressing it in slightly. The material grew damp and slick with lube and come.
“Alright, I'm off,” Dick announced. Tim straightened and turned towards him, letting himself be pulled into a brisk yet encompassing hug.
Dick smacked a playful kiss against his cheek, and Tim said a perfunctory, “Ew, gross.”
“Aw, you love me,” Dick teased. He grabbed his tote bag and waved, calling, “Bye Timmy, bye Jay!” as he headed out for the door.
What a fucking weirdo. Tim adored him.
He busied himself with resetting Jason's headrest and then prepping a warm washcloth. He gently wiped clean Jason's eyelids, as well as anywhere else that he thought would be too uncomfortable for drying come. Tim figured it wouldn't be long before they got another visitor.