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Cock in cunt. Over and over and over. Jason’s cock is Dick’s whole world right now. And Jason knows it.
He’s not letting Dick go tonight. Not until he’s convinced he’s filled Dick as much as he possibly can.
They had a fight. Which isn’t unusual for them, but it was different this time. Dick’s getting fed up. He loves Jason, but they keep butting heads. And last night was the worst it had gotten. Yeah, it’s mostly Jason’s fault. He’s no saint, he’ll admit it. He’s too stubborn to compromise when he’s upset about something, but can anyone blame him?
They weren’t talking about useless shit, like leaving a mess around the house or forgetting to switch laundry loads. It was real shit. Difficult shit. Their core principles dragging against each other with serrated teeth. Something they must’ve known would happen at some point, but they shoved down and grit their teeth about, because they need each other too badly to do anything different.
But last night, Dick threatened to leave. Eh, maybe not threatened. He said some bullshit about it seeming like the best choice for their individual happiness and how they can’t keep having these same, circling arguments with no sign of resolution, yada yada. Jason can’t even remember the rest of the conversation. He remembers himself shutting down. Going for a drive. Getting drunk at a bar, and calling Roy to drag his ass somewhere to sleep.
He hates calling Roy for that shit. Hates the way Roy looks at him and flinches when he smells the alcohol on Jason’s breath and hears the slurred string of cussing pouring from his mouth. Roy’s the only one he’d let see him that way, though. Maybe, in some world, Dick too. But Dick definitely wasn’t an option. Not after the night they’d had. Hey, babe. I know I just crashed out and left you in the middle of an argument, but I got totally wasted because I can’t bear the thought of you leaving me and I need you to pick me up. Fucking pathetic.
Maybe he should’ve gotten back on his bike and sped as fast as he could into a brick wall, while he was too drunk to know better.
He woke up that morning with a deathly hangover and little Lian putting stickers on his face. He stayed for a while, long enough for Roy to make breakfast for three. Jason watched him in the kitchen with some foreign shade of envy. Lian asked him how he made their breakfast, and Roy would pick her up to see the counter and walk her through the steps. Emphasizing, of course, that if little ones touched the oven or stove, it would explode and catch the whole apartment unit on fire. She’d giggle, because Roy’s tone was playful, but his message was clear to her.
Jason wanted that. He wasn’t sure what part, just that it made his skin crawl.
Jason closed his eyes and pretended it was Dick making breakfast with some little runt that looked like either of them, sounding just as patient while indulging the kid’s curiosity.
Dick would love that kid with everything he has. And maybe it wouldn’t solve everything, but it could buy them time. Time for Jason to get his act together. Time to show Dick he can kick his old habits, or time to show him that some of the habits are still necessary.
Jason doesn’t think he’d be a good dad. He’d try his best not to fail a kid the same way the adults in his own life failed him. But he doesn’t think he’d be very good at it.
Dick, though. Dick will make a perfect dad. Dick could more than make up for where Jason fails. And Jason wouldn’t leave him a single dad like Roy is. He’d work double, he’d do anything to pull his weight.
As long as Dick stays with him.
Please, Dick, stay with him.
When Roy gave him some pain meds and a thermos full of some hangover fix that Jason didn’t even entertain the idea of drinking, he had his mind made up. Jason let his migraine agitate him, seeing it as a fair punishment for the plans cooking up in his head. Plus, the pain numbed a little of the guilt he felt. Separated him from his body enough to take steps. Switch out pills, stab holes in condoms.
And now, with Dick facedown in the pillows and cock shoved as deep as it can be in that perfect cunt, Jason’s on a mission.
He had to flip Dick on his stomach from the start, or he’d make too much eye contact with Dick and lose his nerve. He’s not even focusing on the intimacy itself. Yeah, he feels good. Really good. And feeling good is the way to get from point A to point B. But he’s not having sex. He’s filling Dick. He’s breeding him, or that’s the plan. Tying Dick to him in the best way Jason can currently think of.
He isn’t present enough to admire the way Dick twitches around him. He doesn’t notice the way Dick writhes under him and he doesn’t hear a single loving, heated word coming from Dick’s lips. When Dick reaches out to grab at the headboard, Jason catches both hands and pins them to the mattress.
He feels like an animal. Mounting Dick, filling him, impregnating him. Connecting, not for pleasure, but results. He’s propping himself up on his arms, putting the front half of his weight down on Dick’s hands so he can’t scramble away. Not that Dick would. But Jason can’t risk it anymore, not now.
When he comes the first time, he leans down and bites the meat of Dick’s shoulder, hard. Dick picks his head up and yelps, a noise that crumbles into a muffled moan as his face slackens back into the sheets.
Jason pulls out just long enough to pull off the used condom, cum leaking out of the small hole he had made, and put a new one on. Then, he sighs as he presses back into Dick’s warm heat.
He doesn’t know how many times he repeats the process. Fill, come, switch condoms, repeat. Later, he’ll look in the bin he’s tossing the used rubber in to count them up and try to estimate his chances.
Thank fucking god Dick still gets his period. Thank fuck there’s still always chance.
Dick’s sobbing from overstimulation. Jason doesn’t even know if he came at all so far, he’s just been so focused on getting the job done.
“Jay, fuck…” The rest of Dick’s words are muted by the blanket he groups around his face to ground himself.
Jason fists Dick’s hair and drags his head up to air. “Say it again, Dick.”
“Jay, fuck, I want…” It seems there was no point in hearing Dick more clearly. “So many times… I can’t…” He can’t even form a proper sentence.
“Did I fuck you stupid, blue?” Jason drops Dick’s head back into the bed, then shifts the pillow under Dick’s hips to hopefully make him more comfortable in his cum-brained state. “Good. You’re a lot less of a pain in the ass like this.”
Dick didn’t even question it when Jason came back home and started working him into bed.
“Never fucking talk about leaving me again.” Spank.
It’s their cycle.
“Whatever problems we have aren’t worth quitting, got it?”
They fight, then fuck about it.
“You understand? Or are you too fucking brain dead to even give me a ‘yes sir’?”
Nothing ever changes.
Dick chokes out a wet, sniveling, “Yes, sir.”
Until now. Either Dick leaves, or Jason gives him a reason to stay.
“You can say whatever the fuck you want about me. You can scream and yell at me, think I’m a monster, give me all the shit I deserve, but don’t bail.” Please.
“I fucking love you, Jason.” Jason’s almost proud of Dick for managing some coherent speech. “I won’t leave, I won’t.”
“You won’t,” Jason agrees. His pace is steady. His thrusts are sharp, spaced by brief moments when Jason’s bottomed out where he grinds into the soft, spongy walls of Dick’s insides just to make them both appreciate how deep he is. “You belong to me, Dickie bird. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Take it off, Jay.”
“Take what off?” Jason slows his hips by a fraction.
Dick groans, frustrated. “Take the thing off. The condom. Want you raw.”
Jason feels elated. He could fucking giggle. “Yeah? You want it raw?” He pulls out, tearing off the condom that was doomed in its duty anyways, and flips Dick onto his back. “Wanna feel me bare? What if I knock you up?”
Dick sighs out the whole body shivers Jason’s voice is giving him, and loops his arms around Jason’s neck. “Jay…”
“Nah, I don’t need to ask. You like the risk.” Jason pushes back into Dick’s heat. Dick being risky is better than Jason could ask for. It makes it so much more likely that it’ll take, and Jason can push some of the blame onto him. It throws Dick off his trail, and justifies his own actions. Dick knows what could happen. He should’ve thought it through more before letting Jason do this.
Not that Jason’s sure Dick can think very much at all right now.
When Dick comes, Jason actually notices it this time. It’s hard not to, when Dick wraps his whole body around Jason as he does. Fingernails scrape Jason’s back, drawing angry red lines. Legs twist around Jason’s waist, bringing him as close and deep as he can possibly be. Jason imagines his tip kissing Dick’s womb, and blows his load almost immediately while Dick’s prolonged orgasm milks him.
Jason doesn’t think he has anymore in him. He goes limp on top of Dick once his aftershocks stop pulsing through him.
They stay there a while, Jason rooted inside of Dick and left with enough post-nut clarity to feel sick about his actions.
When Dick’s had enough aftercare, they curl up under the blanket and fall asleep. They’re sticky, exhausted, and sleeping on top of their own mess. They’ll wash up in the morning.
The morning, where Dick will remember to take Plan B, just in case. He’ll root through their medicine cabinet and find the box, where Jason swapped the foil-encased pill for a very convincing sugar pill. Dick won’t look close enough to see that it was tampered with and resealed. He thinks many things of Jason, but he trusts him. Loves him, even.
Then they’ll shower the night’s activities away together. Jason will watch Dick’s hands glide along both their bodies to clean them with a sense of strange calm. No guilt, no thoughts about the future. Just absorbing Dick’s presence in his vicinity and those firm gymnast’s hands tending to him.
When they have sex again, Jason will be less absorbed by the need to knock him up. He’s fucked it out of his system, though they won’t know for a little while if his temper tantrum has potentially permanent consequences.
What happens won’t matter to Jason, so long as Dick doesn’t leave him.
Best choice for his happiness? Breaking up? Yeah. No.
The best thing for Jason’s mental health is if Dick stays right where he is.