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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Jason_Todd
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Autofellatio, Exhibitionism, Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of catch_me_when_I_fall
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-15 Words: 1912
****** what i can do for you ******
by Zillabird
Summary
     While the parents are away, Jason and Dick get to play. The
     cheerleader is bendy, something Jason is watching Dick showcase, and
     Jason wonders just how far his boyfriend can stretch.
Notes
     This takes place in the spring of Jason and Dick's senior year, set
     about five or six months after "catch me when i fall".
The mailbox on the edge of the street had The Graysons written on it, painted
by someone who was clearly not a professional. It was still readable, however,
and the three multicolored handprints were cute enough to make up for it. Jason
guessed from the age of the mailbox, probably a good decade based on the rust
at the edges, that the littlest handprint belonged to his boyfriend. Dick had
probably been six or seven at the time and Jason smiled at the mental image of
a miniature Dick Grayson dipping his hand in electric blue paint to place his
hand against a shiny metal mailbox.
The only car in the driveway was Dick’s old beater he’d bought with his saved
up money from Christmases and birthdays over the years so Jason pulled up
behind him to save room for Dick’s parents should they come home before he left
and then got out of the car to walk up to the front door. He knocked twice and
then waited, listening to his boyfriend’s godawful pop playlist playing and the
bounding steps as said boyfriend made his way to the front door to answer it.
And Jason had never been happier to see his boyfriend as he was right then. It
had been a few days since they’d spent any personal time together, sure, but
mostly it had to do with the inches of bare, sun-kissed skin that ended where
Dick’s hipbones made a very prominent V and disappeared under so very loose
hanging sweatpants.
It was just a guess, but Jason was fairly certain he hadn’t bothered with
underwear.
Jason’s mouth went dry and Dick laughed lightly. “Sorry, I lost track of time.”
“You should lose track of time more often,” Jason said, voice a little lower
than normal. That fact only seemed to make Dick even more amused and he laughed
again. Then Jason’s hand was in Dick’s and Dick was pulling him into the house.
The door closed behind him and Dick pressed him against the wood to kiss him
deeply.
He tasted like his damn sugary ass cereal and Jason loved it.
Dick pulled away and Jason reached after him to pull him back again only to
watch Dick dart away. “Down, boy. I’m stretching. We can work on English in a
second.”
“Stretching?” Jason asked, feeling like the kiss had short circuited his brain.
Dick chuckled, the sound light and airy, and went back to a cleared spot on the
living room floor. His legs spread open, looking like he was sitting in the
jump Dick did after the football team made a touchdown. It was far more open
than Jason had used to think men were capable of stretching their legs, at
least without ripping open some really important body parts. “Yes, Jay,
stretching. Just like you lift weights and run laps in the morning on your own
time.”
Jason liked that Dick knew that. “Yeah, but this just looks painful.”
“I know you’ve been stretching more,” Dick said.
“Not like that. I’m vaguely sure I could bend you in half or tie you in a
knot,” Jason said. He was fairly certain Dick just rolled his eyes. But Jason
was enraptured, watching the muscles in Dick’s body pull taut as he twisted and
bent and flexed. He watched as Dick, with his legs still spread in a position
that would make a banana split jealous, bent forward so that his chest touched
the floor. It built heat in his gut and he walked over, dragging his fingertips
over Dick’s back. “How do you do that?”
“Practice,” Dick replied. “Lots and lots of practice.”
Jason crouched down behind him, putting his hands on Dick’s hips and feeling
the stretch of muscles there. The pull just under taut, tanned skin. Then he
pressed down and, Jesus Christ, Dick went with it. “Do you even have bones?”
The laugh was strained this time, like this was pushing even Dick’s limits.
“What kind of question is that?”
Jason knew Dick was bendy. He’d seen the man contort himself into a number of
different positions for cheerleading but this was a different situation. Here,
unlike on the football field, Jason didn’t have any distractions. There was
nothing but bare skin and Dick’s breathing and the feel of muscles under
Jason’s fingers.
“Jay? You still with me?” Dick asked.
“Just how bendy are you?” Jason asked.
“Very?” Dick asked.
Jason knelt down from where he was crouched and leaned over Dick’s back,
letting a portion of his weight rest on the other boy and enjoying the huff of
breath from the strain that Dick let out in response. “Could you suck yourself
off?”
Dick was quiet for a moment, making Jason wonder if he’d pushed it too far.
Then he noticed the way Dick’s shoulders were shaking, laughter only silent
this time. Jason pulled back enough to let Dick talk easier and smirked when
his boyfriend replied, “You pervert.”
“Is that a no?” Jason asked.
Dick threw his elbow back, lightly hitting Jason in the side. “It’s a get the
fuck off and we’ll try.”
“Really?” Jason asked.
“Not if you don’t let me up,” Dick said dryly.
Jason pulled back and Dick leaned back, all the way until he was lying flat on
his back and looking up at the ceiling. Those beautiful blue eyes rolled
towards Jason and he smiled a little, the amusement in his expression making
Jason smile back. “You really want me to try and suck myself off?”
“Fuck yes,” Jason breathed.
Dick closed his eyes and shook his head but indulgently he pulled Jason down
into an open mouth kiss with Jason leaning over him from behind his head. He
patted Jason’s cheek and let him pull away before motioning to the door. “Go
lock it.”
“You’re a real fucking peach,” Jason said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dick said.
Jason turned back around in time to see Dick shimmying out of his sweatpants
and letting them pool on the floor. No modesty, of course. He brought his knees
up, bent at an angle, and used his left forearm to prop himself up. The right
hand went to the mostly soft cock between his legs, wrapping around and
stroking lightly. “Right here?”
“What’s wrong with right here?” Dick asked.
“It’s your living room,” Jason said.
Dick glanced at him and flashed him a grin. “That’s the best part.”
Jason rolled his eyes. Exhibitionist.
Dick’s erection grew hard and long under his motions, his breath coming a
little harder. His hand stilled and Jason watched him shift to wrap a hand
around the back of each thigh. Dick’s ab muscles clenched in a repeated way,
intentional if Jason had to guess, and then he pulled himself forward and
lowered his head towards the tip of his erection.
Jason was dealing with a rather hard, insistent presence himself.
“Fuck,” Jason muttered.
Those fucking lips wrapped around the head, nothing more just yet. Sucking but
just barely. The tip of a pink tongue darted out and licked against the slit,
just enough to make Dick visibly shiver. Which was a good thing, and not only
for Jason. While Jason felt like he was winding tighter and tighter, Dick’s
pleasure seemed to make his muscles relax even further. And the further they
relaxed, the further they stretched.
And the more of himself Dick could take into his mouth.
Jason reached forward, ready to push on Dick’s shoulders and cut the guy some
slack. Dick’s mouth came up, lips red and puffy, and he quickly stopped him.
“Don’t touch, Jay. Watch.”
Soft, but firm. Jason groaned, almost whining, but he pulled his hand back.
Only to press it against the front of his jeans and try to ease some of the
need.
Then Dick was back on himself, sucking in. Taking half, sucking harder. His
thighs were shaking, muscle spasms visible under the man’s skin.
“Just a little bit more, babe,” Jason cooed gently. “You can take it in
deeper.”

Dick’s lips parted, gasping for air, and then he sucked in his stomach and
curled tighter to take in more. Pushing himself down, forcing his lips to
stretch around his own cock. Jason knew what Dick’s mouth felt like, the way
he’d suck like Jason was a lollipop, the way he’d use the tip of his tongue to
follow every ridge, every vein, to toy with the slit.
It didn’t look like Dick was doing any of that. This was desperation, it was a
struggle. Even getting it into his mouth seemed to push Dick’s limits on his
body. It was hard and probably borderline painful, making every muscle burn.
Still, Dick pushed himself. He drove himself forward as if this was the only
way he could ever get off. It was a race to make himself orgasm before his body
refused to let him do this any longer.
And Jason got off on watching him struggle.
“Take yourself to the hilt, Dickie,” Jason murmured. “I know you want to.”
Dick made a noise like a grunt mixed with a whine and his grip turned his
knuckles white on his own legs. Another grunt. Dick jolted forward and Jason
nearly came just from the sight. Dick’s lips wrapped around the length, his
boyfriend swallowing around his own erection, the hollowed out cheeks as Dick
sucked with everything he had.
His body trembled and then shook more violently before he snapped like a rubber
band. His mouth slipped off, keeping only the head between his parted lips, as
he orgasmed and painted his lips and tongue white with his own release.
Jason groaned and Dick’s cock gave a final spurt before Dick was splayed across
the floor. He was panting, breathless, and flushed dark red in his cheeks.
There were still muscle spasms in his legs and now, uncurled, Jason could see
them in his abs too. There was still cum on his lips and his right cheek that
Dick looked too exhausted to wipe off.
Jason took that as a sign and leaned over, letting his tongue slip out and lick
it first off his cheek before moving to his lips and then sinking his tongue
into Dick’s mouth. The salty taste was strong and, Jason had never really loved
blow jobs and everything that came with it, but he didn’t mind Dick’s taste too
much. Especially when the man was pliant and soft the way he was right now.
“You’re fucking amazing.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do that again,” Dick mumbled against
Jason’s mouth.
“Once was enough,” Jason said. That would be his go-to fantasy for the rest of
his life.
Dick smiled and turned his head to the side, eyes blinking slowly. “It was
pretty hot, wasn’t it.”
“Pretty hot?” Jason questioned. He laughed and kissed on Dick’s neck with more
teeth than lips. “Spread your legs and I’ll show you just how hot it was.
Unless, of course, you’re too tired?”
Jason had pretty much expected Dick to tell him to go fuck himself. Which was
exactly what he was going to do because this was not the kind of hard on that
went away on its own. Instead, the challenge made Dick’s eyes light up and he
slowly shifted to open his legs. Jason was stunned into stillness. Dick arched
an eyebrow. “Well?”
And who was Jason to deny Dick when he was like that?
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