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Jason ached all over. The week-long mission with the Outlaws went well, but he'd barely slept and he’d practically pushed his body to the limit to get everything done on a condensed time scale. The apartment was empty when he got back, but that wasn't too surprising because Dick's last class of the day finished at five, but he liked to help clean everything up for the next teacher and then shower at the gym. Knowing that, Jason dumped his bag in the laundry room to deal with later and hopped in the shower himself.
The hot water helped ease some of the muscle ache (the key word being some), but it was pulling on the oversized Gotham Knights sweatshirt that was Bruce's, then Dick's, that they now shared that began to settle some of the restlessness caused by being away from home. He left his hair wet after patting it with a towel so it wasn’t dripping, not having the energy to go through the process of properly drying his curls. He was glad of it when he came out of the bathroom to find Dick already sat up against their headboard in a sweatshirt and shorts of his own.
"Hey, little wing." Dick smiled in the soft and sweet way he reserved only for Jason that always caused Jason’s heart to skip a beat. He opened his arms as Jason approached the bed.
Jason didn't need a second invitation, he was more than happy to climb into Dick's lap and bury his head in Dick's throat. "Hey, Dickie."
"Long week?" Dick said into his hair as Jason felt his lips brush over his forehead.
"You have no idea." Jason mumbled.
Dick chuckled and slipped a hand under his sweatshirt to trace his fingers over Jason’s bare skin. "Me too. You want to go down?"
"Yeah." Jason agreed easily. "You want to go up?"
"God yeah." Dick said.
The best part of them both being duals was the way they could switch out and both still get what they needed out of a scene. After the week Jason had had, he needed to not be in control and not have to worry about anything for a little while.
Jason smothered his smile in Dick's shoulder. "How'd you want me?"
"On your front in the middle of the bed. Lose the sweatshirt but keep your shorts on for me, sweetheart." Dick said before pressing a kiss to Jason's temple and waiting for Jason to move so he could climb off the bed.
Jason felt himself start to settle into his headspace as he pulled off his sweatshirt and folded it on top of his pillow for after whatever Dick had planned. He laid down how Dick instructed and folded his arms under his head before resting his cheek on them as he waited for Dick to get back from wherever he’d gone.
Dick reappeared and placed a bowl and glass of water down on the bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and settling at Jason's hip. "Any major injuries or bruises I need to know about?"
"No." Jason said, peering up at him out of the corner of his eye. "Just the usual aches and pains from overworking."
"Yeah, I assumed. How's a massage sound?" Dick held up their usual massage oil, the one with lavender in it that never failed to make either of them chill out.
"Sounds like exactly what my back needs right now." Jason said with a smile.
Dick returned it before swinging his leg over to settle himself straddling Jason's hips. "I want you to relax for me, but if something hurts in a way that doesn't feel good, I want you to tell me. Okay?"
"Yes, sir." Jason said, resting his head back down and letting his eyes drift shut.
"So good for me, little wing." Dick said and Jason felt him press a kiss to the knot of scarring from a stray bullet on his right shoulder.
Dick started at the base of his neck and slowly worked his way down. Some of Jason's muscles were wound tighter than Bruce when he was around any Green Lantern. There were a couple of times where he had to grit his teeth through the pain as Dick worked out a particularly stubborn knot, but that honestly just helped him sink further and further until he was floating in the soft fuzzy headspace where all that mattered was Dick and what he wanted.
"How are you feeling, Jay?" Dick asked, sitting back on Jason's thighs as he reached the edge of Jason's shorts.
"Much better, sir." Jason slurred into his arms. He felt all loose, like he was just going to melt into the bed.
"That's good." He could hear the smile in Dick's voice. "Is there anywhere else that's sore?"
Jason shook his head. "No, 'm good now, sir."
"Good, I'm glad. You're so good for me, Jay." Dick pressed another kiss to his shoulder before climbing off Jason's back.
Jason stayed where he was, drifting and listening as Dick rearranged the pillows at the head of the bed. He went easily when Dick tugged him up and pulled his sweatshirt back over his head. He let Dick manoeuvre them both until Dick was slightly propped up on the pillows and Jason was lying on his stomach between Dick's legs with his head resting on Dick's collarbone.
"Drink some water for me, sweetheart." Dick murmured as he brought the water bottle to Jason's lips.
Jason did, even though he didn't particularly want to move from where he was. This was the time Dick needed; he was a service dom to the max when he was domming and looking after Jason while he was down was what got Dick up. So Jason also didn't protest when he grabbed the bowl off the bedside table and started feeding him grapes. But once that was done, Dick pressed a kiss to his temple and let him drift again.
Jason didn't know how long it was before Dick spoke again.
"You ready to come back up for me, little wing?"
"Yes, sir." Jason nodded; he could feel hunger beginning to build at the edge of the haze due to the fact he hadn’t eaten properly since breakfast because of his rush to get home.
"Good. Mission report for the last week, Jason." Dick said, his voice dropping into his Nightwing cadence.
It was enough to cut through Jason’s haze. He ran through everything that had happened over the past week, and by the time he was finished, he was pretty much back in his usual headspace.
"Hi." Dick said with a smile as he brushed Jason's significantly dryer curls back from his eyes.
"Hi." Jason matched the smile.
"How're you feeling?"
"Hungry." Jason said and Dick laughed. "Much better though, my back feels like liquid."
"Good." Dick said, still chuckling as he nuzzled against Jason's temple. "You fancy pizza?"
Jason nodded; there was something about bread, tomato and cheese after a down scene that just made sense .
"Sounds good. Usual toppings?" Dick asked as he reached out to grab his phone off the bedside table.
"Yes, please." Jason said, burying his face back in Dick's neck and letting his eyes drift closed.
He felt Dick brush a kiss to his temple before he rested their heads together, and Jason was just happy to nap until the pizza arrived, now he was settled and home .