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Roy’s had worse days.
On one hand, it’s not objectively ideal that the Chicago mafia is out looking for Jason and Roy at the moment. On the other hand, they made it out with all their limbs intact (well, except for one sprained wrist) which is more than they can say for the other guys.
It’s fine. And, hey, they’ve got somewhere to lay low for a couple days while the proverbial hornet’s nest settles back down. (It was entirely coincidental that their job had the fun side effect of helping Deathstroke with his own job and thus earning them a favor, but for tactical reasons, Roy has decided not to point that out.)
Deathstroke’s safehouse is pretty nice, as these things go. The alternative probably would’ve been a squat or a seedy motel, so all in all, Roy’s calling it a win. Not fancy, doesn’t look like he’s been here in awhile, but nice. A narrow little row house in one of the more residential neighborhoods, with a security system that is undetectable unless you know where to look. Matching furniture, like he picked a set straight out of a catalog – comfortable, but without much personality.
“Do you live here?” Roy asks, not actually expecting Slade to answer.
“Not full time. Got a place in most major cities though.”
“Damn,” Roy says mildly. He knew Deathstroke’s rates were high, but… sounds like a nice way to live.
“Wanna wrap that?” Slade asks Jason, gesturing at his wrist.
“Yes, please,” Roy chips in before Jason can say he’s fine.
Slade gives him a bemused glance, but heads down the hall with a muttered, “One sec.”
“Guess you’ll need a hand tonight,” Roy says.
Jason doesn’t seem to notice the insinuation. He glowers and insists, “Nah, it’s nothing. It’ll be fine by morning, you know how fast I heal.”
“Hmm.” Roy smirks and saunters closer, pushing him up against the arm of the couch. “I don’t know, seems like you might need help with… certain activities.”
“Oh,” Jason says huskily, and before Roy can snicker at him, Jason is tugging him closer, wrapping his good arm around Roy’s ribs to haul him up against Jason’s chest. He always kisses Roy like he wants to devour him — always eager and hungry — but especially so after a fight, when the adrenaline boost leaves him in that shaky, thrilled headspace that tends to lead to spectacular sex.
Roy shivers and lets himself be kissed, running his hands through Jason’s helmet-matted hair, tugging until he gets one of those low, needy moans he loves so much.
“I’ll just leave this here then,” comes a deep, wry voice, and Jason breaks the kiss with a little gasp.
“Sorry,” Roy says, without making any attempt whatsoever to sound it.
Slade sets a first aid kit on the coffee table with a smirk. “Oh, believe me, you got nothin’ to be sorry about. Assuming you don’t want an audience, I’m gonna go wash up. Make yourselves at home.”
He doesn’t actually wait for a response before he turns and heads upstairs, which is sort of a shame, because Roy felt Jason’s hips jerk slightly at the word “audience.” Roy can’t feel through the cup, but he’s willing to bet Jason’s dick twitched when he heard it.
“So?” Roy asks softly.
“Hm?” Jason starts, refocusing on Roy with an almost guilty look on his face.
Roy kisses him one more time for good measure, waiting until he hears a door close upstairs before he says, “Do you want an audience tonight?”
Jason’s eyes go wide for a moment, then dark and heated. His arm is still around Roy, holding him close, and Roy can feel his grip tighten. “You mean… you think he was serious?”
Jesus. This fucking guy. It still blows Roy’s mind that Jason doesn’t realize how hot (Calvin Klein model, centerfold, goddamn volcanic-level hot) he is. Roy has suggested on multiple occasions that he get his eyes checked.
“He was definitely serious,” Roy tells him. “I mean, pretty sure he’s gonna hear us either way, because he’s got super senses, but —”
“Or we could just be quiet,” Jason says, contrary as ever.
“Maybe you can, but I’m not gonna,” Roy retorts, grinning at how flustered Jason looks. “Don’t give a shit if the whole block hears me moaning about your big perfect cock and how well you fuck me with it. Let ‘em be jealous, I’d brag from the rooftops if it were up to me.”
“Yeah, I know you would,” Jason huffs, trying very hard to sound grumpy about it.
Roy shrugs shamelessly. “Like I said. Doesn’t make a difference to me if Wilson hears.”
“And you’d be… into that?”
“Fucking you and wondering whether he’s jerking off listening to us?” Roy asks, batting his lashes.
“You know what I mean,” Jason growls.
“Hell yeah,” Roy says, because older men have never particularly been his type, but dangerous men definitely are. Case in point: Jason.
Also, super-strength is always a good time.
Jason swallows hard and says, “I wouldn’t mind if he watched. Or more.”
“Yeah, babe, I know.” Roy smirks. “Saw the way you were checking him out with that sword.”
“I wasn’t,” Jason insists reflexively. Then he makes a face and shrugs. “I had the mask on, you didn’t see shit. How do you always –”
“It’s your body language.” Roy sidles closer, pressing his hips to Jason’s, admiring his soft, pink mouth. His tongue swipes the plush curve of his lower lip, and then he tugs it between his teeth. “You go still when you’re turned on. Like a big cat getting ready to pounce.” He smirks. “Like you’re doing now.”
“Huh,” Jason grunts, and makes a visible effort to uncoil, to release the tension in his muscles, to loosen his grip on Roy’s hips.
“Also, you always blushed when his name came up, back when you were Robin,” Roy adds, snickering at the way Jason goes tomato-red at that.
“Did not,” Jason grumbles.
“Did too.” Roy nips his lower lip, because he can’t help himself, and then he steps back, shaking himself out of it. One thing at a time. “C’mon Jaybird, we got shit to do. Shower, food. Wrap that wrist.” Jason’s scowl deepens. “Yeah, you thought you could distract me, didn’t you? Quit thinkin’ with your dick and take care of the rest of yourself first.”
“You’re the one who brought it up!” Jason says indignantly, and they bicker as they get settled, a familiar, comfortable rhythm.
Everything feels comfortable with Jason.
It’s not that they have an open relationship. Pretty far from it. Jason’s territorial as all hell if he senses someone making a move on Roy.
Around a year ago, when they were on a trip with Kori, Roy brought it up; he asked if Jason ever wondered what it’d be like to sleep with a woman. After a whole lot of blustering and insisting that he hadn’t been looking at her like that (he absolutely was looking at her like that, because duh, who could blame him) he reluctantly confessed that yeah, he did wonder sometimes, but “Doesn’t mean I want anybody else! I’m with you, I would never.”
Which was sweet and all, but Roy was sorta past the point where he questioned their commitment to each other. They’d been together for over two years at that point, but they were both all in from day one. And if there was any chance Jason might lose interest in Roy, it wouldn’t be because of sex. Jason’s eyes don’t wander like that. He’s not wired like that.
Also, Roy is great in the sack. Just, like, objectively? It’s true. He knows his strengths. He has no trouble keeping Jason entertained on his own.
No. It’s more about the fact that Roy’s slept with a lot of people, and Jason hasn’t, and Roy wants to make sure he doesn’t miss out on anything the world has to offer. Sex is great. Roy had a brief phase (well, not brief, more like the better part of a decade) where he tried new things, experimented, and it was like nibbling on a sample platter to figure out what he wanted more of; he came out of it with a better understanding of himself and his tastes. He got his heart broken a lot during his slutty phase, but he also had a lot of fun, and Jason deserves to have fun too.
So. Threesomes.
Best part is, it’s one more thing they get to share.
It feels like an inside joke, tonight; Jason keeps casting him these impatient glances behind Slade’s back. Hungry-eyed, eager. They take turns showering, and then they move through the routine of cleaning weapons, preparing food, making conversation, eating together… and all the while, Roy can feel him simmering. Anticipating. Waiting for Roy’s cue.
Jason’s nervous around Slade. Not that he lets on. Roy can tell, but he doesn’t think anyone else would be able to. He’s still his snarky self, all through dinner. It’s subtle – it’s that stillness Roy mentioned, the way Jason holds himself very carefully when he’s flustered or anxious, every movement deliberate and poised so as not to show weakness.
Jason also has a tendency to scowl and glare when he’s feeling shy, and when he’s turned on, his staring looks more like smoldering. If Roy didn’t know better, he’d think Jason was doing it on purpose, because holy hell is it hot.
Slade notices it. He keeps licking his lips, keeps letting that one icy eye drift over Jason’s form, before he glances at Roy furtively. Roy makes a point of smirking every time he catches it, silently encouraging Slade to look.
Jason deserves to be told and shown – often, by as many people as possible – that he’s fucking stunning. That he’s desirable, and sexy, and wanted. Because it’s true; he is.
Roy waits until after dinner, though, when Slade sprawls out on the couch, reaching for the remote.
“Got any big plans for the evening?” Roy asks.
Slade pauses, holding eye contact as he lifts the remote pointedly.
Roy grins. “Oh, is that all?”
“Got a better suggestion?” Slade asks, raising an eyebrow.
Instead of answering, Roy backs Jason up against the wall and kisses him, slick and dirty, muffling the shocked sound Jason makes by licking into his mouth. He doesn’t let up until Jason is breathless and half-hard against his lower belly.
When he finally does break the kiss, Jason makes a soft, bereft noise, chasing his mouth for a moment before he catches himself.
Roy looks to Slade, who’s watching them, heated and shameless. Slade doesn’t bother asking questions, just stands up and heads for the stairs with a quiet, smug, “Come on, then.”
The bedroom is more of the same bland furniture: a basic, sturdy dresser, and a California king on a high platform. High for a normal person, at least. Very appropriately sized for Slade.
Slade is turning on a lamp when Jason grabs Roy by the hand and tugs him in again, and Roy stops paying attention to their surroundings, stops paying attention to anything that’s not Jason’s body against his, Jason’s hands gripping his hips, Jason’s slick tongue and sharp teeth and fucking sinful lips plundering Roy’s mouth, rough with need.
Roy almost forgets they have company, until he’s lifting Jason’s shirt over his head and catches a glimpse of Slade out of the corner of his eye. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning on one hand while he cups himself through his sweatpants with the other.
“To be clear,” Roy says hoarsely, and cuts himself off with a gasp as Jason bites a stinging trail down his neck. “You can do a whole lot more than just watch.”
“You want me to touch you, kid?” he drawls, and that one icy eye drags down Roy’s body, then up again, to fix on his mouth.
“Want you to touch him,” Roy corrects.
Jason lets out a sharp breath that tickles the curve of Roy’s shoulder, and his hands tighten on Roy’s hips.
“Is that all?” Slade asks lightly, shifting, one knee opening wider, a shameless invitation.
“What do you think, Jaybird?” Roy asks. “Any requests?”
Jason goes still for just a heartbeat before he straightens up, turning his head to glance at Slade without tilting his body. It keeps their hips pressed together as Jason gives him a slow, smoldering stare.
“Want you to fuck me,” Jason says to Slade, low and hoarse. “Want to watch you fuck him, too.”
Roy shivers. “Yeah? You want a show, babe?”
“Wanna see you fall apart,” Jason says, leaning in so that his nose almost brushes Roy’s as he whispers. “I’ve never –” He pauses, clears his throat, licks his lips. Roy wants to eat him alive. “I never get to watch without, y’know, having to pay attention to what I’m doing. Wanna watch you.”
Roy raises an eyebrow at Slade. “So? How about it?”
“Lotta things I want to do to you two.” He gives Roy a sly, near-predatory smile before his gaze flicks to Jason again. “Good thing we got all weekend, huh?”
Roy grins. “You should get over here and touch him while you think about the options.” He demonstrates, dragging his short nails lightly down Jason’s back, then digging them into his hips roughly – Jason moans and rocks forward, rutting into him.
When they got together, Jason was self-conscious about that – how worked up he gets. It took a couple months before he actually started to believe Roy when he said he loved it. But Roy’s always gotten off on making other people feel good, so he can’t imagine anything better than the way Jason squirms and shivers at the slightest touch, the way his perfect thick cock flushes a deep red and leaks like a motherfucker, the way he’ll push through overstimulation and get hard all over again if you fuck him just right…
Roy brushes the sides of his thumbs up and down the deep V-cut of muscle at Jason’s Adonis belt, using a feather-light touch this time, and Jason shudders, letting out a low whine before he bites his lip and reins it in.
“Sensitive spot?” Slade asks, cocking an eyebrow with interest.
“Something like that.” Roy hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jason’s jeans, brushing his lower belly, watching that gorgeous pink flush start to crawl down Jason’s throat as he swallows hard. “More like… he’s got nothing but sensitive spots. Come see for yourself.”
“Fuckin’ tease,” Jason growls, as Roy pops the button of his jeans.
“It’s not teasing if I follow through,” Roy reminds him, with a shit-eating grin.
It’s always funny to watch the way Jason reacts to other people, the way he gets his hackles up, all prickly and wary when he feels like his inexperience is going to show. The less confident he feels, the angrier he looks, and right now he looks furious. His hands run up and down Roy’s arms restlessly, squeezing like he needs an anchor.
Slade, meanwhile, sidles up behind Jason so that the two of them are sandwiching him, and Jason turns, glancing over his shoulder. His breath catches when Slade’s hands find his narrow waist.
Roy pulls Jason’s zipper down as Slade’s fingertips find the same valley at Jason’s hips. He brushes the groove lightly, just like Roy did, and Jason makes a strangled noise.
“You really are sensitive, huh?” Slade asks, low and husky, up against Jason’s ear.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous, isn’t he?” Roy says, maybe a little bit pointed. It was one thing to convince Jason that Roy found everything about him sexy – it’s been another thing entirely to convince him that Roy isn’t an outlier there.
When Slade hums his agreement, Jason’s eyes flutter shut, his forehead creased like he’s concentrating on something.
Roy gives Slade a smug, conspiratorial smile, tugging the waistband of Jason’s jeans down, which is a feat with the way he’s tenting them. “You wanna play with him while I suck his dick?”
“Hell yes I do.”
Roy sinks to the ground and takes Jason’s jeans with him, but leaves his tight little black boxer-briefs. He likes admiring the way they look around Jason’s thighs, never mind the way they cup his dick, which is gorgeously hard, straining the cotton.
“Huh,” Slade says. He runs a hand up the rippling planes of Jason’s abs to squeeze his pec, rubbing his thumb up and down over one pierced nipple, and Jason’s thighs shake. “Pretty thing, aren’t you?” Slade presses his mouth to the top of Jason’s shoulder, drags a messy open-mouthed kiss up the side of his neck, and Jason tilts his head to give him more access.
“Feel how hard he is,” Roy says, nuzzling at the crease of Jason’s thigh. “Haven’t even touched him yet and he’s about ready to blow.”
Jason lets out a little snarl, a wordless protest, but Roy mouths at the head of his dick, where a wet spot blooms visibly, and it turns into a moan.
“Think you might be right,” Slade says. He nips Jason’s earlobe delicately, which earns him a full-body shudder. “Gonna let us wreck you tonight, kid? And then... tomorrow you and I can pay him back for all the teasing, how’s that sound?”
Roy raises an eyebrow at him. Slade meets his stare, a challenge in that one bright eye – a challenge, or maybe a promise. Either way, Roy likes it.
“Works for me,” Jason says, his voice a low rasp, all gravel and heat.
Slade ducks to suck a bruise into Jason’s collarbone, and he dips a hand down the front of Jason’s boxer-briefs, sliding his palm along the length of him, dragging it over the head and making Jason hiss. “Does he always get this wet?”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Roy says. “Should see the mess he makes when he’s getting fucked.”
Jason lets out a low whine as Slade and Roy work together to push the boxer-briefs down his thighs. His cock is long and thick and heavy, bobbing in front of Roy, fucking mouthwatering. Roy glances up through his lashes, smirking, and curls a hand around the base of it, rubbing the head against his lips and then licking them clean again.
“Fuck,” Jason hisses, gritting his teeth.
“You wanna set the pace, Jay? See if you can draw it out?” Roy asks him, deliberately keeping his mouth close to Jason’s cock, letting him feel the puff of his exhales with the words. “Or do you want me to see how fast I can make you lose it? I bet you couldn’t last thirty seconds right now.”
“Awful sure of your skills, there,” Slade drawls, eye twinkling as his big hands keep roaming Jason’s torso: tweaking a nipple, running his nails along sensitive spots, tracing scars. “You really that good with your mouth?”
“Goddamn right,” Roy says, and Jason makes a begrudging little noise of agreement, because yeah. Roy doesn’t have much of an ego when it comes to most parts of his life – errs on the side of self-deprecation, most of the time – but he is very confident about his skills when it comes to two things: sucking dick and shooting a bow. He worked hard for those skills, he’s allowed to be confident.
Also, it doesn’t take much with Jason, not the first round at least.
Roy opens his mouth obligingly, holding eye contact with Jason, who looks like he’s in physical pain as he slides his fingers into Roy’s hair and tugs him forward.
“Go on, then, let me see what you can do,” Slade says, low and amused, and something about that – the patronizing tone of voice, or the command in it – lights a fire under Roy’s skin. He can’t decide if he’s irritated or turned on. Maybe both. There’s a part of him that wants to argue for the sake of arguing, but –
Slade pinches Jason’s nipples, and Jason shouts, bucking forward helplessly. If Roy hadn’t been expecting it, he would’ve choked, but he moves with it just enough, and just in time.
Roy grabs Jason by the hips, pinning him against Slade’s bulk, and swallows around him, working the head in his throat. He cups Jason’s balls with one hand as he digs the fingernails of his other hand into Jason’s upper thigh.
“You can take more than that,” Slade says.
Roy swallows around Jason with a filthy, unmistakable noise, working himself down.
“Oh, fuck,” Jason hisses, and his legs tremble so hard Roy’s worried they’ll give out.
“That’s more like it,” Slade purrs. “You like that, don’t you, kid?”
Roy’s dick throbs. He pulls off with an obscene wet pop to haul in a deep, ragged lungful of air, gasping, “Yeah. Yeah, I really fucking do.” Then he fucks his face down onto Jason’s cock again, until his nose brushes coarse hair.
“Good boy,” Slade growls.
Roy squeezes himself through his jeans, just once, because he can’t fucking help himself.
Jason shudders, hands tightening in Roy’s hair, and moans something that might be a warning. His entire body jerks, hips bucking forward one more time as he starts to come – so deep Roy can’t taste the first pulses of it, but he can feel the way Jason twitches between his stretched-wide lips. He has to pull back, gasping like a drowning man, blinking away tears, but he keeps his tongue pressed to the head to catch the last little spurt, and he sucks Jason clean.
He sucks again, for good measure, and savors the little whine Jason lets out as he sways on his feet.
Roy looks up in time to see a gigantic hand curl around Jason’s jaw, twisting his chin at an uncomfortable angle for Slade to kiss him. Jason lets out another whine, muffled this time.
“Outta these jeans, kid, I want you naked,” Slade says, and smacks Jason’s outer thigh lightly. “On the bed.”
“Knew you’d be a bossy old fuck,” Jason mutters, and Roy barks out a laugh as he helps Jason get his jeans untangled from his ankles.
“Something funny?” Slade drawls, as Jason frees himself with just a slight stumble. And before Roy can stand up to follow him, Slade’s got a hand on Roy’s shoulder, holding him down on his knees. It puts Roy’s face level with his crotch, of course, and he’s wearing sweatpants that cling perfectly, the fucking bastard – but Roy deliberately ignores the thick curve of his cock.
He raises an eyebrow up at Slade, blinking slowly. His voice is all sorts of fucked-out when he says, “Did you want something?”
“Just enjoying the view, for now,” Slade says, with a wicked curl of a smile, and arousal jolts through Roy’s gut, sharp and hot.
“Yeah?” he rasps – and hates himself a little for how fucking needy it sounds.
“Mmm.” Slade presses his thumb between Roy’s lips, and Roy sucks on it, hollowing his cheeks and making a show of it. From this perspective, Slade looks like a goddamn giant, towering over him, blotting everything else out. Slade tilts his head appraisingly. “Dirty little slut, aren’t you? Never realized what a perfect cocksucking mouth you have.”
Roy makes an embarrassing, choked-off noise. He lets his teeth scrape Slade’s knuckle as he pulls back to say, “You keep talkin’ like that, this is gonna be over way faster than I want it to be.”
“Hmm,” Slade says, so very smug. “Get up.”
“You orderin’ me around now, old man?” Roy retorts.
“Old, huh?” He’s still smiling, and it makes something hot and itchy crawl under Roy’s skin, makes him want to dig in his heels until he gets a reaction – and he recognizes that it’s not a good instinct, but he can’t help it. Then Slade says, “I’m gonna go over there and sit your boy on my face so I can open him up for you. If you wanna stay here by yourself, you can… but I think we’ll both have more fun if I’m fucking your throat while I do it.”
And without another word, he turns and walks away.
Roy’s stomach swoops, cold and terrified, and for a moment he’s frozen. But a tiny bitten-off gasp from the bed reminds him that tonight isn’t about him, it’s about Jason, and –
Okay. This is fine.
Roy is fine.
He gets up, carefully, ignoring the way his knees complain, and makes eye contact with Jason for a moment, a silent check-in. Then Jason’s being manhandled into place, facing the headboard with most of his weight propped up on Slade’s palms; Slade’s fingers dig into the thick muscle of his ass.
“Don’t blame you, old man,” Roy says, calm and casual and teasing again. “I could suffocate happy like that.”
“Mmmm,” Slade hums, and judging by the way Jason twitches, he just nipped the inside of Jason’s thigh.
“Seriously, Jaybird, I want you to crush my head like a melon with those things,” Roy informs him solemnly. Jason’s sweet little laugh turns into a ragged moan, and his head lolls back on his neck. Roy could watch him all goddamn day.
“Get over here,” Jason demands, breathless and eager.
Roy crawls up the bed and kisses the ball of his shoulder obligingly before he scoots back down, turning his attention to the honestly-kinda-ridiculous bulge in Slade’s sweatpants. He eases the waistband down. Slade lifts his hips without pausing whatever he’s doing to make Jason whimper like that.
Christ, he’s big. He’s got the biggest dick Roy’s seen outside of porn – which makes sense, to be fair, because he’s also the biggest person by mass that Roy’s ever met.
Well. Bane might be bigger. He’s really not trying to think about Bane right now, though.
Point is: it’s a challenge. He’s used to Jason, who’s not exactly small himself, but it’s been awhile since Roy had to work like this. He swirls his tongue around the head, slurps it messily, and lets spit slide down the head as he pumps the shaft. When he sucks harder, there’s a filthy wet sound as Slade’s mouth comes away from Jason’s skin, and Slade’s moan is accompanied by Jason’s harsh curses.
“Should I stop?” Roy murmurs, and kitten-licks the tip. “Wouldn’t want to distract you.”
“Oh, you little shit,” Slade says. He sounds almost admiring about it. “Don’t you dare.”
Roy smiles around him, takes a deep breath, and starts to work the head down his throat. His eyes are watering, tears streaking down to match the thick spit that slides from the corners of his stretched lips, making a goddamn mess.
Slade fucks up into his mouth lazily, letting out a low grunt of approval, and ignores the way Roy chokes. “Go on, kid. Take it.”
Roy doesn’t want to think too hard about the way his cock twitches when Slade calls him that – kid – or the way it makes him feel like one, young and clumsy and eager to please. Desperate to please.
He’s not thinking about any of it. He just swallows and drools and lets himself go light-headed with the lack of oxygen, listening to Jason’s moans, sinking down into the sweet, floaty space where nothing matters but making someone feel good.