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Jason’s door creaks open and he’s awake instantly, squinting into the dark.
“Jason?”
Tim’s voice is hushed, as though he’s nervous someone will hear.
Groaning, Jason rolls to face him. The moon is bright enough that he can see Tim’s face in perfect detail, though it takes a second for his eyes to focus. “Th’fuck do you need?” He croaks.
The hesitation is palpable, and Jason is too tired to be mean. “C’mere.” He mutters, scooting over to make room.
Tim creeps in, shutting the door behind him and then climbing onto the bed. He doesn’t lay down, instead curling his knees up to his chest and hugging them. His foot starts tapping on the mattress and Jason drops a hand on it.
“Speak, squirt.” He demands, and Tim takes a deep breath.
“The other day, you… when you made that joke, about getting in my pants. How serious were you?”
Suddenly Jason is a little more awake. He peers up at Tim, baffled. How serious was he?
“Uh, well, in the moment? Not at all.”
“Oh.” Tim says. He looks like he’s going to cry.
Jason thinks for half a second and then gently circles Tim’s ankle with two fingers and a thumb.
“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be up for it, though. You need something?”
Tim is silent for a moment, before letting out a breath, the relief palpable in the way his shoulders slump.
“Fuck, okay, yeah.” He says, wearily, and it’s a little funny, how this is the most morose proposition for sex that Jason has ever received. A little concerning, too. Medium concerning.
“I just, I’m so anxious,” Tim continues. “I don’t know if this happens to you, where your body just gets so restless and it goes right to your dick? But you’re too tired to do anything about it, and so stressed that it would take so much effort and, and— it’s driving me crazy, I’m so miserable, I just need, I— would you fuck me?”
The blasé way in which Tim says fuck me does not negate its effect, and Jason shifts in mild surprise as his cock twitches.
“Huh.” He says. He thinks about it for about one more second. “Yeah, okay.”
Tim turns his head, his cheek pressed against his forearm. “You sure? Only if you like, actually want to.”
Jason pushes up on an elbow so he can see Tim’s eyes. “You gonna be weird about it after?”
Tim shakes his head.
“Can I eat you out?”
Tim blinks. “I— you don’t have to do anything like that, I can get off on your dick just fine—“
“Jesus, Tim, you dirty talk like you’re giving your coffee order.” Jason sits up and tugs on Tim’s ankle until his leg uncurls. “If I’m doing you a favor, I’m not gonna half-ass it.” He murmurs, sliding his hand up the inside of Tim’s thigh. The leggings Tim is wearing are a soft skin-tight cotton, and he shivers as Jason’s nails bunch the fabric slightly. His eyes are wide as he watches Jason’s face. He does look fucking exhausted, the circles under his eyes exaggerated in the low light.
“Besides,” Jason continues. “I want to. And there’s a condition.”
Tim is breathless when he responds. “Wh-what is it?”
Jason leans in, crowding Tim down onto his back, crawling on top of him and pressing close. Tim is watching him through his eyelashes, his chest rising and falling more quickly than it was a moment ago.
“I don’t really fuck people who don’t wanna kiss me,” Jason says. “Do you wanna kiss me?”
Breathing out sharply, Tim pushes his hips up, his eyes on Jason’s mouth now. “Yeah,” he breathes.
Grabbing him by the chin, Jason moves like he’s going to close the distance but stops as Tim’s lips part and his face tilts up.
“You’re not just sayin’ that?” Jason teases, though part of him is really making sure, watching Tim’s face— for both their sakes; Jason doesn’t want to take advantage, and he also isn’t really feeling up to getting his heart stomped on after a one-night stand. But Tim just whines, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and there’s nothing in his body language that says he’s uncomfortable whatsoever, it all just says want, yes, trust you, and the reality of that sends a coil of arousal through Jason’s gut.
“Please, Jason,” Tim pleads. When Jason kisses him he makes a noise like a sob, wrapping his arms around Jason’s neck and clinging. Right away he’s trying to bite and suck at Jason’s mouth, like he’s honestly truly starving. Or as if he thinks this is the way things are supposed to go, which is frankly unacceptable to Jason. What ever happened to warming a guy up? Besides, quick and desperate is no way to properly get rid of the jitters. Only the best for his neurotic little brother.
Firmly he squeezes Tim’s jaw and pulls back slightly, reaching down to pin his jerky hips down with a firm hand, pressing his thumb into the soft hollow spot above his pelvic bone.
Tim whines unhappily. “Why are you teasing?” He sounds close to tears again. Jason loosens his grip and cups Tim’s cheek instead, petting with his thumb.
“Shh, babe. I’m gonna give you what you need; just slow down a little, yeah? You don’t have to go at me like a goddamn battering ram,”
Tim’s eyebrows pinch together like he’s genuinely confused. “I— what?”
“This will be way more effective if you let me wring you out, that’s all.” He explains. “If that’s okay?”
Tim nods and Jason dips in to kiss him again, firm but gentle, dragging his thumb down to stroke at the corner of his mouth. Hesitantly, Tim arches up and mirrors him, still desperate, breath still harsh as he exhales but he’s getting the picture. He lets them drag together, the wet of their lips catching, his tongue dragging against Jason’s bottom lip ever so slightly.
“There you go, baby,” Jason murmurs, and Tim moans, his body finally relaxing slightly as Jason deepens the kiss; lazy, wet.
He drags his hand up Tim’s side, rucking up his shirt so that his palm drags over his ribs. Tim moans again, squirming, pushing his hips up with less urgency, like it’s a reflex. “Shh,” Jason whispers again. “You’re doing great, Timmy; I’ve got you, okay? Just chill. I’ve got you.”
Tim honest to God whimpers at that and Jason feels warmth in his gut, something stirring in his chest. He kisses Tim for a long time, until he is satisfied that the younger man is thoroughly lost in it, unaware of the soft sounds he is making in the back of his throat, loose-limbed under Jason’s roaming hands. Jason is a little lost too, but not enough that he isn’t still mission-minded.
When he finally pulls away, they part with a filthy sound. His mouth is wet and tingling, and he wonders if it looks anything like Tim’s does, red and a little swollen, open slightly as Tim pants. His eyes are heavy lidded and he looks up at Jason but doesn’t look like he’s really seeing him.
“I’m gonna get you off now, kay?” Jason murmurs, dipping to kiss Tim’s throat a few times before moving down his body, curling his fingers into the waistband of Tim’s leggings. He gets distracted momentarily though, as he spots the dark wet patch that has soaked through the grey fabric.
“Feel like I could have gotten off just from that, Christ,” Tim mutters, and Jason snorts. The tone Tim uses is grounding somehow; it sounds like their standard banter and Jason didn’t realize he was nervous until he is comforted by the reminder that this is just Tim, just them.
“I can see that.” He teases. “When was the last time you got to just make out for a while, huh? Have you had a hug in the past month?” He chastises, rubbing his thumb over the seam between Tim’s legs.
With a gasp, Tim throws his head back. “Yes.” He protests. “I saw Dick two days ago. Jason, please.”
Jason had half a mind to tease more but Tim’s response has him throbbing with arousal suddenly, his face hot— he really wants to get his mouth on Tim’s cunt.
“To make-out or do you just mean the normal hugs?” He inquires passively as he peels Tim’s leggings off. The idea that Tim would do this with Jason is suddenly making him wonder if Tim has also done this with, perhaps, the even more pretty brother who he is definitely better friends with. The thought makes Jason feel crazy, in ways he decides to shelve until later.
Tim doesn’t respond, because Jason doesn’t give him time, pushing his thighs apart and, seeing that Tim’s pussy has opened up so nicely for him, diving in face first.
“Ohhhhh,” Tim moans as Jason sucks gently on his clit. He’s absolutely soaked, and he tastes so fucking good, Jason moans right back as he dips down and drags the flat of his tongue over Tim’s hole and back up, then does it again half a dozen times until Tim’s hands find his head and tug him up urgently.
Humming as he obliges, Jason closes his mouth over the whole length of him, sucking hard until he can hollow his tongue under the swollen head, trapping it in that perfect suction. It’s big enough to be a good little mouthful like this; Jason can taste Tim’s skin after a few moments, as he licks it clean. This may be his idea of heaven, actually.
Above him Tim is whimpering like he’s dying, rolling his hips up like he’s trying to grind and get away at the same time. His nails scrape pleasantly against Jason’s scalp as his fingers curl and uncurl.
Normally Jason would really drag this out because he fucking loves it. He wants to leave some mean hickies on the inside of Tim’s pretty thighs. Tim still sort of sounds like he might cry though, and Jason thinks the kid might genuinely have some sort of panic attack if he doesn’t do this right.
So he doubles down and loosens his grip to let Tim fuck into his mouth as wildly as he wants without actually getting away from the insistent pressure of Jason’s tongue.
After a few minutes Tim’s cries start to pitch increasingly higher and Jason hums, encouraging, repeating his last motion over and then staying on it. He slides his hands under as Tim arches dramatically, keeping him up there, pinned against Jason’s mouth.
He doesn’t seem to reach a peak though, his muscles taut like a bowstring, and after a moment he lets out a frustrated, tired whine.
Jason frowns and picks his head up. Tim looks down at him frantically, and a tear escapes down his cheek. “Wait, I didn’t—“ he gasps, but Jason cuts him off. Sitting back on his heels he drags Tim down and then lifts him up, until only Tim’s shoulders are left on the bed, his thighs splayed over Jason’s shoulders, cunt at mouth level.
“You have to fucking relax.” He says. “Quit chasing it and let me give it to you.”
Tim nods as best he can, dumbstruck as he watches Jason suck on two fingers to get them wet before hauling Tim up the remaining few inches to his mouth.
After a few slow passes of his tongue Jason sucks hard again, and presses his fingers in easy. When he curls them, stroking firmly up, Tim’s thighs are instantly shaking again.
“Ah, mmmhh,” Tim moans deliriously, and fuck, he’s pretty like this— dark hair strewn against the sheets, eyelids flickering, not squeezed tightly shut like they were a minute ago. His loose shirt is pooled under his arms, draped in such a way that only one perky nipple is visible. Jason can’t take his eyes off him, squeezing his thigh encouragingly as his whimpers start to come quick and desperate again. In a final push to the finish, Jason pulls off and presses the flat of his tongue hard against Tim’s clit before shaking his head in a quick back-and-forth, which is all it takes for Tim to finally let go.
He’s fucking dramatic about it, his mouth falling open obscenely as he goes silent for a long shuddery moment. Then he twitches and jerks in Jason’s hold with a strangled little cry, his cunt becoming even more slippery around Jason’s fingers.
Jason moans right back at him, his own cock throbbing, reminding him it exists as he pulls off Tim’s cunt with a gasp. “There you are, good job,” he breathes, continuing to move his fingers and rub with his thumb as Tim pulses around him a few more times before going limp with a wet exhale.
Gently he lowers Tim’s hips back to the bed and Tim stretches his arms out, making grabby motions. “Crush me,” he mumbles and Jason laughs.
“Right, I see what I’m good for,” he teases as he drapes himself over Tim. Without any distractions in his mouth, Jason is hyper aware of how turned on he is and he knows Tim can feel it as he slots their hips together. He considers trying to ignore it but the moment Tim wiggles underneath him, the friction makes him hiss softly and his hips jerk of their own accord. “Sorry,” he mumbles, pressing his face into Tim’s neck.
Tim’s hand finds his head and fingers comb through his hair. Jason feels like purring, suddenly a bit too aware of his hypocrisy in making fun of Tim for his lack of human contact earlier. Not like he gets any, ever.
“S’okay,” Tim hums. “You’re still gonna fuck me in a minute.”
The words shiver down Jason’s spine and he rolls his hips properly, grinding into the crease of Tim’s thigh. “Right,” he breathes. “Just one minute?”
Tim laughs airily and tugs on his curls. “I don’t know why, I didn’t expect you to be like this.”
Jason whines softly, mouthing at Tim’s throat. “Like what, exactly?”
“Mm. Eager. Nice. Good at it.”
Huffing out a laugh, Jason bites down gently then licks over the spot. “Gee, high praise. I promise I think with my brain, not my dick.”
He can practically feel Tim rolling his eyes as he pulls Jason’s hair again, which definitely isn’t exactly what Jason hoped he would do. “I was under the impression that you aren’t very experienced. Also, you’re an asshole. Bite me harder.”
“Mmm, kay,” Jason mumbles as he obeys, sinking his teeth in above Tim’s jugular. Tim gasps sharply and arches up as much as he can with Jason’s weight pinning him down.
“You can fuck me now,” He says breathlessly. “I want it hard, please.”
“Christ,” Jason mutters, sitting up so he can fumble his way out of his shorts. “Heard, chef.”
Tim is reaching above his head, feeling around for a pillow, and Jason taps his thigh. “Hey, I’ve only got one of those. You’ll get cum all over it.” He complains, and Tim wrinkles his nose.
“Are there more?” He asks, though he’s already grabbing at Jason’s hips and pulling him back in, arching up until his cunt is sliding against Jason’s cock.
“I don’t know, it’ll be fine, I’ll hold you up, see?” Jason babbles, reaching down to slide his hands under Tim’s waist and lift him a few inches off the bed. The kid weighs practically nothing; Jason could easily keep him there for hours. Clearly Tim is feeling just as impatient because he just nods, distractedly as he reaches down to grab Jason’s cock and guide it between his legs. “Jesus,” Jason hisses. “I’m eager?”
“I’m horny,” Tim says, as he rubs the head against his hole. “That was pre-established.”
“Uh-huh,” Jason mutters, adjusting to get a good grip on Tim’s waist. His thumbs almost meet in the middle. He feels crazy again. The moment Tim eases him in far enough, he rolls his hips as he yanks Tim down, sheathing his cock in one smooth motion.
“Fuck!” Tim cries, his hands flying up to grip the sheets by his head, clearly handing over the reins. “Ohhhhh fuck, yeah, Jay.”
“Yeah?” Jason breathes, already shallowly thrusting. The slide is easy, so fucking easy, and Tim is so fucking tighthotwet around him. He wants to let go, he feels it in his teeth. “You ready?”
“Yes, yea, nghh fu-uuck,” Tim cuts himself off as Jason gives it to him, fucking into Tim at a punishing pace. He knows Tim can take it and he’s not about to disappoint.
“Can you, hah, come just from this?” Jason asks, not entirely sure he’ll get an answer because Tim is busy making so much noise but he nods, blinking one eye open to peer at Jason.
“Mm, yeah, ah, just,” he gasps, and Jason slows just enough to let him breathe. He frowns, his forehead creasing. “Don’t stop!”
Jason rolls his eyes and thrusts hard enough to audibly knock Tim’s breath from his lungs. “Does it feel like I’m stopping?” He shoots back, thrusting again, Tim’s whole body moving up the bed with the force of it.
“Nn, shut, up,” Tim gasps. “How long can you, ah, fuck! Keep this up? You think?” He manages in between the slower, brutal thrusts.
“As long as you need,” Jason says, which he figures is probably true, though he wouldn’t put it past Tim to be someone who could easily test his limits.
“Mm, just, two or three, more times? You don’t have to stop, in between, ah,”
Jason arches an eyebrow. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Mmm, kay,” Tim sighs happily, biting his bottom lip. “Thanks.”
Jason snorts, and bends down to kiss between Tim’s tits as he grinds deep again. Then he straightens, returning to the quick and breathless pace. Tim looks like he’s in heaven, and it’s doing a lot for Jason’s self esteem. He has no idea how long it is going to take to wring three orgasms out of Tim but he’s along for the ride; if it’s anything Jason has its stamina.
That, and he’s thoroughly enjoying the journey. Tim is responsive and loud; every few minutes he gets worked up enough to start meeting Jason’s thrusts with his own, grinding down in little circles and tightening up in a way that has Jason gritting his teeth to keep himself in check. All he has to do is switch to those slower, more forceful thrusts and Tim goes limp in his hands again, head lolling as he takes it, mouth slack with pleasure.
It takes a solid while for him to come again, with another false start that Jason rectifies by dragging Tim’s hand down and telling him to touch himself. That does the trick, and Tim quickly starts shaking all over; God, it’s so hot that he does that, thighs quivering like he’s out in the cold, the muscles of his taut stomach contracting as he practically hyperventilates. He wails as he tips over the edge and Jason fucks him through it, forced to close his eyes because the face Tim is making combined with the insane way he’s tightening around Jason’s cock is a real threat.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Tim gasps as he rubs frantically over his clit, it’s making a fucking obscene sound and the last thing Jason wants is to stop.
“I got you, I got you,” he grunts, sliding a hand down to pet at Tim’s thigh and then tug it to the side, spreading his legs wider, shifting their position ever so slightly and Tim’s mouth somehow manages to fall open even wider. “Fuck, are you—?” Jason gasps as he realizes this orgasm has been happening for a while, that he’s tumbled straight into another one, this one accompanied by a definite gush of fluid. “Fuck, that’s hot, Tim, oh my God.”
Tim is too busy ah, ah, ah-ing like a porn star to respond but he’s remarkably easy to read, and he did say not to stop, so Jason keeps at it, monitoring the kid for any signs of discomfort.
But there are none, and Tim shudders with little jerking aftershocks for a solid minute as Jason continues to fuck him.
“You good, you still want another?” He asks, just in case as he slows down a bit and adjusts, leaning down so they’re in something like missionary and he can kiss over the exposed bits of Tim’s chest and neck.
Tim moans softly, reaching up with his free arm to slide his fingers into Jason’s hair again. His other hand is still between his legs, though it has gone still for now. “Yeah, I want… I’ve got another in me, one more.” He breathes. “I won’t be long, sorry.”
Jason frowns and nips at his collarbone. “Sorry for me having a great fucking time? Apology not accepted.”
Tim huffs out a laugh. Jason is having feelings about the way he has suddenly turned into something soft and tired again. “Don’t you want to come? You’ve been so patient,” he says, petting at Jason’s hair.
Jason whines before he can stop himself, and his rhythm falters. “I— don’t talk like that unless you want me to come like, right now,” he mutters, biting at Tim’s nipple through his shirt.
“Mmm, maybe we can come together,” Tim drawls. He sounds really out of it, like he might fall asleep.
“You tell me how to make that happen and I will,” Jason responds. He’s getting breathless now himself, he does really want to come, it’s been coiled in his gut for a little while now, waiting for him to chase it.
Tim hums like he’s thinking about it, and tugs at Jason’s hair slightly. Jason groans, dropping his head to Tim’s shoulder. “Tim,” he growls. “Tell me.”
“Put your fingers in my mouth,” Tim says, like it’s fucking nothing. “Choke me on them.”
Jason’s cock throbs and he has to slow to a near stop to keep himself from coming right then.
“Fuck.” He says simply, pushing up on his elbow and reaching up to hold Tim’s face in his hand, dragging his thumb over the now-bitten red bottom lip. Tim opens immediately and licks at the digit before closing his mouth around it and sucking hard.
“Fuck,” Jason says again. He takes his thumb back and Tim keeps his mouth open, waiting, watching Jason through heavy lidded eyes.
It all happens pretty quickly after he shoves two fingers into Tim’s mouth. Tim swirls his tongue around them and shoves it in between, before tipping his chin up like he’s trying to get them further into his mouth, asking for more which Jason gives him, shoving them in until he touches the back of Tim’s throat. His hips are off rhythm now, fucking into Tim haphazardly as he whines around the fingers and his thighs twitch like he’s close again.
Cursing, Jason shallowly fucks Tim’s mouth, his fingertips dragging over the back of his tongue and that’s it, Tim’s hand is moving between them again as he arches up and comes with a choked sound, drooling around Jason’s fingers.
It’s so easy to follow him over the edge as he tightens in pulses around Jason’s cock. The orgasm hits like a fucking freight train, and Jason finds himself making frankly embarrassing sounds as he empties himself into Tim’s wet heat.
A hand on his arm drags his hand away from Tim’s face, and then a wet kiss is pressed against his palm, another to the inside of his wrist. When he pulls out, Tim makes a soft, tired sound.
Suddenly feeling like he could fall asleep himself, Jason lowers himself down and drapes himself over Tim, who oofs dramatically.
“How was that?” Jason mumbles, shoving his face against Tim’s throat again. “Feel better?”
“I don’t feel like there are ants crawling under my skin, nor is my dick hard, so I’d say mission accomplished,” Tim replies, combing his fingers through Jason’s hair. “Thank you,” he adds gently, a little shy.
Jason presses a smacking kiss to his neck. “Was my pleasure. Let's do it again sometime.”
Tim chuckles softly. “Yeah. Sounds good.”
“You gonna stay here? You can, you’ll just have to share the pillow.”
Tim tugs gently at his hair. “There are extra pillows under all the beds. Unless you’ve replaced yours with contraband.”
Jason hums. “Mmm I don’t recall doing such a thing. You couldn’t remember that earlier, huh?”
“I was occupied.”
“With my dick.”
“If you brag about this to anyone, I’ll make your life hell.”
“I know,” Jason mumbles. Tim smells really good. “You might wanna get that pillow, I’m about to lose consciousness.”
Tim shoves at his shoulders, weakly at first and then with enough force to roll Jason off of him. Jason grins as he flops onto the bed and Tim shakes his head, crawling to the edge of the mattress.
Jason blinks as he watches him go, his soft cock twitching because Christ, Tim’s pretty cunt is on full display, and that sure is Jason’s cum that oozes out as he bends down to reach under the bed.
“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?” Jason rolls over and crawls after Tim, who squeaks when Jason grabs his hips.
“What are you doing!?” He protests, though there’s not much he can do without risking a face plant.
“Mm, I’m just gonna clean up my mess real quick,” Jason hums, nipping at Tim’s ass. “If that’s okay.”
“I thought you were going to sleep,” Tim mutters, but he’s shoving his hips back into Jason’s hands.
“In a minute,” Jason mumbles, and then he’s dragging his tongue between Tim’s sticky folds, moaning softly at the taste. Tim gasps quietly, his body moving like he’s folding his arms underneath him on the ground.
He licks until Tim is clean, until he can shove his tongue inside and not taste any of himself. Then he pulls back, somewhat begrudgingly and pats Tim on the thigh. “Good to go, thanks for your business.”
Tim huffs and rolls over, hooking his legs around Jason’s thighs and pulling himself up with ease. The pillow he brings with him smacks Jason in the face and Jason yelps, not expecting the attack.
Tim laughs as Jason falls backwards and he follows, their legs tangled and they end up in a heap again. “Brat!” Jason accuses, reaching down to poke at Tim’s ribs. Tim retaliates with a sharp nip to Jason’s chest.
“You deserved it.” He huffs.
“For doing you sex favors? I give you four orgasms and I get assaulted?”
“Mm, no, it was for past crimes,” Tim hums. He sounds so tired. Jason’s heart thumps in his ears as he looks down at him, draped over Jason’s chest like he belongs there.
“I guess I can let it slide,” Jason murmurs, giving in to the urge to reach up and catch a silky strand of Tim’s hair between his fingers, just to feel it. They sit in silence, until he realizes that Tim’s breath is coming slow and even. The pillow he had retrieved is laying unused next to them, and Jason doesn’t dare reach for his. He can fall asleep just like this, easy.