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it was a simple routine really, when Kyle’d go out into space for a mission, Jason would crash at his place to get away from Gotham, and when Kyle would come back, Jason would go back to Gotham to run damage control for the time he missed. But after awhile the lines would blur, it started with Jason staying a few days after Kyle got back, to weeks, to just never leaving at all, Jason had enough disposable income, Bruce made sure of that, there was enough vigilantes in Gotham to keep it safe and Cassandra had silently taken up the job of keeping Crime Alley in check, which Jason had pretended not to acknowledge but inside just a little bit of his Crime Alley kid heart mended, knowing someone else would look out over those kids while he was gone.
Kyle had already grown used to this arrangement, casually mentioning to Guy, John or Hal, or another Lantern about seeing Jason when he got home. Earning a quick comment or a hum of acknowledgment, or in Hal’s case, a weird look and then a barrage of the same questions of how it was like having one of “Spooky’s little soldiers” living in his place, but Kyle never seemed to mind, not when that brick house of a rugged human had told him they could go out art supply shopping when he got home.
Which is how they ended up here, Jason laying on Kyle’s couch in his studio apartment as he unboxed and put away his art supplies into his desk, practically thanking Jason every other sentence, especially when he knew first hand how much these supplies could cost, even the lower quality ones caught up to a artist’s salary, “Kyle if you say thank you one more time I’m going to vomit.” Jason murmured, glaring over at Kyle through his eyelashes, his pupils reflecting like a cat’s in the low light of the room, Kyle cleared his throat, “Right. Sorry.” He chuckled nervously, setting down the tin of oil pastels into his drawer like they were a flower petal that would crumble if he was too rough with it.
“So, what do you want for dinner? I could whip something up real quick? Er… that is if we have food…” Kyle mentioned, tossing the receipts into the recycling and crumpling up all the plastic bags to be used later, “We have food: eggs, some frozen pizzas, a few things of macaroni, a tub of vanilla ice cream.” Jason listed off as Kyle flicked on the big light, causing a small grunt of discomfort to escape Jason’s chest. “A warning before you flashbang me would be nice, Kyle.” Jason complained, his voice rough and deep as always but his tone playful and kind, rolling over on the couch and burying his face into one of the pillows, “We could also order something. Don’t really care. Up to you.” He added, earning a small chuckle from Kyle, “I could go for some coma inducing burgers right now, if your up for it? Also, sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt your sensitive eyes.” Kyle grinned, leaning over the back of the couch and punching Jason’s shoulder playfully before starting to pick up around the apartment, returning keys to the bowl, hanging up jackets, that kind of thing.
Jason hummed in response, a few moments of silence passing between them, “Yea, sure, order whatever, I’ll take a cheeseburger, plain, get me a large fry as well… please.” Jason spoke up, his voice muffled by the pillow, letting it stay there for a few seconds before turning his head so his face wasn’t smushed into it, Jason’s dark green eyes following Kyle as he tidied up, groaning softly as Jason fished his phone out of his back pocket, waving it at Kyle, “Earth to Kyle, you hungry or what?” Jason asked with a small snicker, causing Kyle to perk up a little and shuffle over, “Right, sorry, scoot.” He chuckled, nudging Jason’s leg with his own, to which Jason obliged, moving his legs up to his chest. He let Kyle sit down only to stretch his legs back out on top of Kyle’s lap this time, earning a snort from Kyle. “You act so much like a cat it’s actually hilarious, you have the eyes for it as well.” Kyle teased, his hand resting on Jason’s lower thigh, subconsciously massaging the muscle, turning his phone on and opening his mouth to ask for his password, only for his face ID to go through, “When did you add my face into this thing?” Kyle murmured, looking at Jason through his peripherals, “Before you left last month.” Jason murmured, looking back at Kyle, “Where are we ordering from?” Jason added, pulling himself up and flipping himself over, stretching, a sliver of his stomach peeking out from the skin tight tanktop.
Kyle’s eyes almost instantly locked onto the patch of skin and lingered for a few moments before forcibly tearing his eyes away from Jason, looking back down at his phone. “Uhm… well I was thinking-“ Kyle started, getting cut off by Jason clearing his throat, “I saw that, dork. You got something you wanna tell me?” Jason challenged, voice dripping with cockiness as he grinned down at Kyle. Kyle cleared his throat, “No.” He spoke firmly, out right denying it as if there wasn’t heat stirring up in his gut, being celibate in space for months at a time and finally getting home to this… in the best words that aren’t too graphic… dripping hunk of muscle. Well the two factors were like white phosphorus and potassium superoxide together.
Explosive.
“Kyle, I’m not stupid, please put the phone down.” Jason spoke up, the ask a poorly veiled demand, to which a very quiet part of Kyle’s brain was reasoning with him that he should just order the food. But, quickly weighing the choices, set the phone down and looked over at Jason, in the eyes this time of course. “Kyle.” Jason whispered under his breath, tilting his head curiously. Kyle was a very, very, very, very weak man in this moment, “Yes…?” He inquired, shifting around nervously, pulling his hand of Jason’s thigh and folding both of his hands in his lap, “You have something you want to tell me?” Jason asked, sitting up a little bit, grinning ear to ear, crooked canines peeking out over his bottom lip. Kyle took a very deep breath and looked up at him, “Maybe. Why?” Kyle asked, adjusting in his seat a little more, Kyle’s hands starting to feel a little more clammy, “Ooo~ Kylie’s got a hard-on for little old me? Space really fuck you up that badly?” Jason teased, nudging Kyle’s hand with his shin, revelling in his accomplishment, though he didn’t exactly have to do much. Kyle grumbled, letting out a sharp sigh through his nose, “You’re so nice and then you’re insufferable.” Kyle groaned, pushing Jason’s legs off his lap with one hand, the other still covering his half-hard problem, “You know you love me.” Jason teased, sitting up, letting a few seconds of silence pass between them before Jason took a deep breath.
“I could help.” Jason murmured softly, looking over at Kyle, eyes searching his for any signs of discomfort, “If you want, no homo.” He added on, grinning sheepishly as he leaned back, the faint outline of a tent already forming in Jason's sweats, and Kyle was sweating. A few moments of critical thinking pass before he damned it all and leaned over to Jason, practically slamming his lips onto the other mans, the taste of coconut and chocolate hitting his brain and knocking it out commission for a few moments, a few moments long enough for Jason to recover from the surprise and kiss back, tasting orange and mint.
It was a few seconds of highschool sweethearts trying to figure out how to make out for the first time before it quickly devolved into a fight of tongue and teeth, Jason’s hands on Kyle’s hips, Kyle’s hands in Jason’s hair, a few lewd groans slipping from Jason when Kyle’s grip tightened his grip and tugged on his hair and a squeak or two falling from Kyle when Jason nipped his lips or tongue by accident, “Ngh… I take it back… full homo… you kiss like a Greek god.” Jason groaned, breaking away from Kyle’s lips and trailing light marks down his pulse before sinking his teeth into Kyle’s neck, causing the man to shudder and groan, tugging Jason back up to look at him when he released his skin, leaving a dark mark with a bright bite ring around it just under the collar of his shirt, “Says you, you’re built like a greek god, great ass and thighs too.” Kyle grinned, pulling him back up into a sloppy kiss, Jason used this opportunity to slip down onto the floor, not breaking the kiss until he was kneeling between Kyle’s knees, “You sure? Back out at any time? Stop light system?” Jason quickly quizzed, holding the man’s now trembling thighs open with a strong grip.
Kyle took a deep breath, “Damn it- yes god yes… god damnit…” He hissed, tugging on Jason’s hair, pushing his face into his crotch, grinding up against his face, drawing a low groan from Kyle as he looked down at the sight, Jason’s nose buried into the base of his dick, looking up at him with those dark green eyes, certain spots catching in the light to show off the shimmery pit green, Jason snickered softly, pulling back, “Space had you pent up, huh.” He teased, fingers quickly pulling a drawstring and hooking under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them off with a quick practiced motion, his hand running up and down the front of Kyle’s boxers as he took off his belt and pulled his jeans down to his knees.
“Color?” Jason murmured softly, planting some gentle kisses to his inner thigh, “Green! Green, fuck, green! You’re killing me Jay!” Kyle hissed, pumping his hips up into Jason’s touch, “Needy too.” Jason added on, hooking his fingers under his boxer strap, pulling them off with relative ease, only having some difficulty around his ankles before tossing them aside, leaving him exposed from the waist down, Jason took his oozing member in his left hand, pumping it slowly as Jason pulled down his own boxers, his own dick throbbing as it oozed pre-cum onto the hardwood floors, he switched hands, keeping a steady pace with his right as he slicked himself up with Kyle’s pre-cum.
“M’ a tad rusty at sucking people off, cut me some slack?” Jason asked, his hand leaving both him and Kyle, pulling the man’s thighs over his shoulders, Kyle’s grip on Jason’s hair tightening as he tried to tug him down, earning a few “tsks” from Jason, “Add impatient onto the list.” Jason chuckled, looking up at Kyle as he ducked down, licking a clean strip up the underside of his dick before sliding the tip between his lips, his tongue gently swiping over the slit, his mouth hot and full of spit, when he was done cleaning off his tip, he pulled back, letting the spit cascade down his member as he blew cold air onto it, making Kyle groan and tug on his hair, “Oh my fucking god… oh my god… oh my… oh… oh…” Kyle babbled on, looking down at Jason as he slid back down onto his dick, keeping eye contact while his fingers massaged the inner more sensitive part of his thigh.
Jason stayed there for a few moments, Kyle’s tip brushing the back of his throat before he slid down even more, burying his nose into his stomach. Kyle’s tip pushing into his throat before he pulled back up, his teeth accidentally grazing against the top of Kyle’s member before Jason tucked them away the best he could, diving back down and back up, slowly setting pace as he kept eye contact, “Jason… oh my god… I- mmm… oh my god… keep going… green I- I don’t… mmm…” Kyle babbled on, tugging Jason’s head up and down gently, giving him the illusion that he was setting pace, Jason was bobbing his head up and down fast, Kyle’s hips already starting to jerk up to meet his throat, spit dripping down where Kyle’s thighs meet his crotch, Jason making an absolute mess of him, “Jay… ngh… gonna… mmm… cum… gonna cum…” Kyle hissed, his dick twitching down Jason’s throat a few more bobs before Kyle snapped, hot ropes spilling down Jason’s throat as his sucked off Kyle through his orgasm, very lewd gulping sounds audible as Kyle crashed, going limp against the couch.
“Oh my fuck!” Kyle hissed, finally letting go of Jason’s now messed up hair, signaling him to pull off, not a trace of semen on his lips as he cleaned the spit from his chin, leaning back on his calves, stroking his so far neglected dick, smirking ear to ear as he watched Kyle recover, “You look like a painting. Better than anything I could ever draw.” Jason commented softly, a few very faint whimpers drawing from his chest as he finished in his hand, panting softly, recovering way faster than Kyle, “We do this tomorrow? Just maybe this time I get some personal attention?” Jason teased, getting up onto shaky feet, grabbing some paper towels from the coffee table behind them, quickly cleaning himself and then Kyle up.
Jason kicked off his jeans but left his boxers on, snatching Kyle’s off the floor next to them and putting them back on him with less coordination than before but getting them on nonetheless, Jason laid down on the couch and pulled Kyle on top of him, “Yea, tomorrow, after I have more energy.” Kyle mumbled, playfully punching Jason’s jaw with a giggle