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The cold wind blew in his face, rain pouring down matting dark black hair down to his forehead, feet swaying over the edge of Gotham harbor. Eyes watching the waves below, it took everything in his body not to flinch when thunder boomed and lighting flickered across the sky.
He wondered what his (not) father did to piss off his uncle this time.
Movement behind him instantly catches his attention and he knows who it is before they even speak. Their movements spoke for themselves, most bats have their own signature moves and growing up alongside a good majority of them he’s got their movements down.
He sits in silence, waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the footsteps to edge closer. His hand clutches riptide in his hoodie pocket, he knew he wasn’t going to officially need it but he was still nervous around the newest addition.
Another crack of lightning hits and he actually flinches at the sound, taking this as a sign, he turns to the side, pulling his legs up and around before actually standing up. Leaving the slightly elevated sea behind him as he starts his trek back to the main asphalt road.
Stopping in the middle of the road he turns to where two figures are crouched on the roof top and flips them off before continuing on to his motorcycle. After slipping his helmet on he starts it and quickly speeds off leaving both bat and bird in his wake.
A ringing sound starts in his helmet and he quickly declines the call. He didn’t want to speak to anyone and that includes the bat. Pulling up to his apartment, he gets inside and changes out of the wet clothes into pajamas before flinging himself onto his bed. Hoping that maybe, just maybe his dreams wouldn’t be filled with him.
As his luck would have it he awoke with a breathless gasp, a name on the tip of his tongue and a raging boner in his pants. The sound of his laugh playing in his mind in a loop.
Throwing the blankets off him, he gets up, changes into actual pants, throws the first shirt he finds on and proceeds to grab his shoes, keys, and wallet before rushing out the door. Taking off to the one place he knew he could get this out of his system, The Lounge.
Granite it was an off set of the iceberg lounge but he didn’t really care. It was a safe place where people could drink, smoke, fuck and not have to worry about anything. Rules were respected, they had to be, if it wasnt…well you didn’t want to find out. Red Hood wasn’t too keen on people breaking his rules.
He had to admit, for being a crime lord he had a good head on his shoulders. There were times where he went to the file on the bat computer only to find certain aspects were locked. He didn’t push for the information, he knew it would get him nowhere when it came to Bruce so he dropped it.
Who was under the mask just had to stay a mystery.
Pulling up to the lounge, he gets off the bike, shoves his keys into his pocket before he grabs a handful of drachmas from his back compartment and heads inside. He gets to the counter and immediately places the currency on the counter, a green wrist band is placed on his wrist and greed given a room number to go to.
He must look pathetic. They don’t even ask anymore. They know exactly who he wants.
Opening the door to room number two, he’s met with an overwhelming smell of the incense burning on the side counter. Shucking off his jacket he throws it off to the side and immediately gets his shirt and pants off. Sitting on the bed he waits for the door to open.
It doesn’t take long for the door to open, blue eyes meet sea green and a soft voice says, “Oh sweetheart.”
The man in front of him has a concerned look on his face, he didn't look too bad, did he? He moves closer, facial features flickering to the person he needed most, a kiss closing the gap between them. Lips moving in sync, hungrily kissing and biting as he’s pushed into the bed, the man straddling him.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” His voice was soft and comforting, gods he forgot how much he missed the sound of his voice, his laugh, his touch.
Feathery light touches, trace down his abs as the weight on him disappears. His boxers got pulled down and a warmth enveloped his hard aching cock, assaulting the tip with the roof of his mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sensation. “Gods… fuck.”
The warmth slowly moves down and then back up sending a chill down his spine, “Jay…”
His movements are too slow, too torturous, and as if the man in front of him senses what he needs he starts to pick up the pace. It only takes a few more minutes and he’s pulling his cock out of the man’s mouth and sitting up and feverishly kissing him as he removes the small amount of clothing the man is wearing.
“Prep?”
“Already done.” The man answers, “Wall?”
He nods and the man jumps up and wraps his arms around his neck and his legs around his torso, hands grasp his ass and moan escapes the man’s lips as his back hits the wall, cock sliding in easily. He slowly starts to move, soft moans escape the man’s lips, blue eyes lidded in pure ecstasy. He rocks his hips harder, going deeper, hitting the right spots, “Percy..”
His name on the other man’s lips did something to his brain. The rational part of his brain knew it was a mirage brought on by the child of Eros he was fucking but he didn’t care. The irrational part loved hearing him moan his name.
The wall started to shake a little as his thrusting got harder and faster, “Come on Jay, let me hear you. Please…”
The man’s moans got louder, “Gods…Percy…just like that…fuck…”
Percy starts to kiss the man’s neck, nipping a few times at the sweet spot. Breathless moans filling his ear, “Please…please...please…”
“Please what?” His voice was a whisper in the man’s ear, he couldn’t help it smile as goosebumps litter his skin, “Use your words, baby.”
Blue eyes meet sea green and as clear as day he answers, “Harder.”
Percy closes the gap and feverishly kisses him as his thrusts get harder and harder until finally the both of them cum with a loud moan. He rests his forehead on the man’s shoulder, letting the post-nut clarity wash over him. They stayed silent, only slightly elevated breathing between them.
Once his brain was his again, he lifts his head off the man’s shoulder and pulls himself out. He moves the two of them away from the wall as the mirage of Jason falls away, golden blond hair takes the place of black and he sets him down on the bed before he grabs the wipes from the basket under the table. Pulling a wipe free he gets to work helping the man clean up, a question playing on his lips, “Did I hurt you?”
The blonde shakes his head, “Nope, that was the first time I’ve actually been able to get off in a long time. Most of the time these fuckers want vanilla shit and I gotta fake it.”
Percy lets out a small chuckle in response, “Seriously, I’m okay. We both got something out of this. Almost thought you were finally done coming here.”
“Yeah I don’t think I’ll ever be fully done.” Percy states as he throws the wipe in the trash.
The blonde leans up and pats him on the back, “I know. You have my number, you can always call instead of coming here.”
“I don’t want my family coming to check on me and finding us fucking. It’s a can of worms I don’t want to open.” Percy explains as he slips his boxers on, “They don’t understand privacy.”
“The “gay can” or is because of whose face I take.”
Percy doesn’t answer, he can’t bring himself to. He grabs his pants and puts them on, then moves to grab his shirt. He puts the rest of his clothes on and slams the rest of the drachmas on the small table near the door, “Take care of yourself.”
He exits the building and stops when he gets to his bike, pausing, helmet in hand. There was someone behind him. Lighter footing than most but he caught it.
“What do you want?”
A sigh escapes the person's lips, “We’re worried about you.”
A sickening laugh bubbles in Percy’s throat, “Pray tell, golden boy, what am I doing that’s worrying you?”
“You're not talking to anyone, shutting all of us out. You’re in pain and we just wanna help.” Dicks voice is calm and collected. Percy wants to punch him but refrains.
A scoff escapes his lips, “I’m fine Dick, go home.”
A hand goes to his shoulder, “You're not fine, you’re drunk most days, you don’t even show up to family dinners anymore. Worst of all you trying to fuck away your problems instead of facing them.”
“Get your hand off me.”
“No, not until you tell me what’s going on.”
Percy grabs Dick’s hand and pulls it off, he goes to put his helmet on but is stopped by Dick knocking it out of his hands. “Knock it off, Dick, I’m not in the mood.”
“No, not until you talk to me.”
A growl escapes Percy’s lips, “Fine, here I’m talking. Everyone always says that it’s supposed to get easier with time. But it doesn’t, this void just keeps getting bigger. I miss him so fucking much and you all don’t seem to care anymore, but why would you? You easily found replacements.”
Dick was stunned by his words, so much so he didn’t stop him when he got on his bike and sped off, trying to get the tears to stop.
Fuck Dick and fuck his questions. He hated how it felt like everyone moved on and how it seemed like they forgot about him.
Dick pulls his phone out of his pocket and clicks on Bruce’s contact, “How is-.”
“We need to tell him. This is getting ridiculously out of hand Bruce. It’s hurting him more.”
“He needs to be safe from all of this, the more he knows the more danger he’s in.”
Dick scoffs into the phone, “Bruce, you didn’t see him just now. He was walking out of The Lounge for Christ sake. He thinks we don’t care anymore. The longer we don’t tell him, the more he’s gonna push away.”
“No and that’s final.”
Dick getting more pissed with Bruce’s antics, hangs up on him and moves to a different contact.
It rings a few times before a groggy voice answers, “This better be good, Dick.”
“It’s about Percy.”