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Jason snatched the hotel key from Tim’s hands. The smaller man was moving down the hallway just a little too slow for Jason’s liking right now. It had been seventy two hours since they landed in Australia to track down where the latest C list villain had set up shop. Thirty six hours since either of them had gotten so much as a nap in.
In the last twenty four hours they had gotten chased by the police, captured by some secret society mafia, escaped and fell into the largest spider web Jason had seen outside of halloween decoration. He could still feel the sticky webbing embedded somewhere in his armor irritating his skin.
Jason horribly wanted a shower, a beer with food and sleep. Preferably in that order. “Let's move pretender.” he snapped, jamming the card into the slot of the door handle. Jason shoved the door open with his shoulder holding it while Tim moseyed on in. His duffle bag dragged on the floor behind him.
Tim looked worse than Jason did, he’d admit that much. Dark bags under his blue eyes, extenuating the deep bruise on his cheek. Thick white webs tangled in his knotted hair. His right hand covering his side where the head mafia boss had knocked the wind out of him during their fight.
Flipping the locks after putting the ‘do not disturb sign’ up Jason staggered into the large bathroom. Turning the knob of the shower to the hottest setting, the room filled with steam quickly. Jason stripped down to his boxers leaning over the sink, twisting his shoulders until he got a good pop on each side.
“You want the shower first? I know you like to take your sweet ass time-” Jason ran right into Tim’s back. “What are you doing?”
Tim stood in the middle of the room, staring off in front of him. “There's only one bed… one, I asked for two.” he mumbled barely loud enough for Jason to hear.
Jason looked over the top of Tim’s head at the queen sized bed. “Tim, we’ve spent the better part of this week sleeping in a ditch, I don’t give a shit about the bed. Now am I showering first or you?”
Wordlessly Tim turned on his heel slamming the bathroom door shut behind him. Jason cursed under his breath taking another glance at the bed, deciding to sit at the desk chair while he waited. The TV played the news silently, flashes of their car chase still making headlines.
Ten minutes later Tim, still seemingly zombified, dragged his feet along the carpet. His clean wet hair plastered to his face in random patches, his boxer briefs clinging to his thighs. Jason raised an eyebrow at the way his pert ass jiggled as Tim fell face first into the bed.
Clearing his throat, Jason stood abruptly, “You better have left me hot water.” he threatened running into the bathroom, the water still running from the shower. Jason groaned feeling it run down his back, dirty water pooling at his feet before disappearing down the drain. It took four times scrubbing his hair and skin before the water ran clear. Running a hand down his face Jason flipped the shower off.
He slipped on a clean pair of sleep pants, skipping any underwear as he rubbed the fluffy towel over his mess of curls. Tim was still sprawled out on his stomach across the middle of the bed. Jason would've thought the other dead if not for the occasional slow blink. “Scoot.” Jason smacked the blanket next to Tim’s head.
Tim sluggishly blinked, unfocused eyes still watching the tv. Jason exhaled through his nose, scooping up Tim tossing him to the other side of the bed. Tim grunted, landing on his back, his head bouncing off the pillow. “Ow,” he complained meekly.
“Oh shut up.” Jason kicked Tim’s legs as he settled in, clicking the switch to turn the lights off. Shadows from the tv screen danced across the walls as it softly played in the background. Tim remained still next to Jason.
Jason rolled over to his side resting his head on his arm watching Tim’s bare chest rise and fall. His side was a mess of purple and yellow. “Tim, if you're gonna die I need to know so Bruce doesn’t blame me.”
“Okay.” Tim said flatly, his blank stare still on the ceiling. “Just make it painless.”
“What? No Tim!” Jason scrambled to sit up, leaning over Tim he brushed some of the damp hair back. “If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’m calling B.”
Tim seemed to snap out of his stupor, a hand gingerly touching Jason’s shoulder shoving him back down. Jason allowed it, letting Tim curl up against his side. His hands stayed up in the air until Tim yanked them down. His left arm falling on the small of Tim’s back, his right resting on his own stomach.
“I’m just tired. So tired.” Tim muttered, nuzzling his face into Jason’s pec.
Jason bit the inside of his cheek as Tim’s nose grazed his nipple causing his cock to take an interest. Tim slid a leg between Jason’s hooking their ankles together. The heat between Tim’s legs radiated across his thigh.
Tim’s breathing eventually evened out signaling sleep had finally overtaken him. Jason’s fingers spasmed on his stomach as he tried to take shallow breaths to relax. With each inhale Tim’s head rose, the dark strands of his hair tickled under his chin.
Mumbling something in his sleep Tim moved closer throwing his leg over Jason’s hip, resting more of his body atop his. Tim’s face embedded itself into Jason’s throat, his cool short breaths heated the thin skin.
Licking his lips Jason placed his hands carefully on Tim’s waist attempting to push the other off. Tim whined, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders, dull nails leaving half moon shapes. His crotch rubbing dangerously close to Jason’s own.
Jason choked back a whine, his grip on Tim increasing. His cock was half hard now and still filling. ‘Think, Jason. Come on. Just throw him off, make him sleep on the floor.’ He was pulled out of his thoughts as Tim’s hips ground into his, the other’s cock hard. Tim was fully on top of Jason, teeth nipping at his pulse, fingers twirling his curls.
“T-Tim.” Jason swallowed another moan, gritting his teeth. “Timothy!” Tim answered with a snore, still content with being dead to the world. Tim shifted his cock rutting into the dip between Jason’s thigh and hip. His small thigh still ghosting the side of Jason’s cock.
He started to pant heavily now, staring at the ceiling like someone was going to read his mind and come help. They knew damn near enough mind readers and people with super hearing. Tim continued to hump him, lost in whatever dream he was having. Soft breathy moans dancing across Jason’s throat.
Occasionally his tongue would poke out sending shock waves down Jason’s spine. Jason’s hand slipped down to the curve of Tim’s ass, giving it an experimental squeeze. Tim shivered his back arching slightly as his pace picked up.
High pitched whines and moans filled Jason’s ear. Jason clenched his eyes shut trying to ignore the throbbing of his painfully hard cock trapped in his pants. He grabbed the cheek under his hand hard enough to possibly leave a bruise. Tim already had a few, what was one more. He probably wouldn’t even notice it.
“Oh,” Tim gasped, shivering as he went still. Jason could feel the wet patch against him grow causing his mouth to drop open in a silent moan. He waited until Tim was relaxed again and deep into sleep before gently shoving the smaller man away.
Jason shoved his pants down before he could have a second thought, grasping his cock. He grunted, stroking himself as fast as his fist would move. Jason took his free hand tracing the outline of Tim’s lips. “Mmm… ugh fuck.”
He removed his hand to spit into it before closing it back over his cock. Tim’s lips parted letting the tips of Jason’s fingers in. He hummed still in deep sleep, sucking lightly on them. His tongue pressing against the pads.
Jason’s labored breathing grew louder, his hips jerking up into his fist as he imagined Tim’s mouth in its place. On his knees those pretty eyes shining with unshed tears. The heat from his lips, the wet soft tongue teasing the shaft, those long thin fingers of his rolling and squeezing Jason’s balls.
He could feel his fingers in Tim’s hair, using the strands to shove him further down. Feeling his throat contract around his hard length.
“Tim, f-fuck…” he cursed over and over, his vision going blurry, mouth feeling like it was shoved full of cotton. The swollen head leaked rivers of precome down his knuckles, his balls drawing up tight against his body. “Please, please, please…” Jason begging falling on deaf ears.
Tim made a noise and rolled over away from Jason, his ass grazing Jason’s arm. Closing his eyes Jason’s hand covered over Tim’s ass, his palm nearly covering both cheeks, his other hand still frantically moving as the tightening in his gut grew. His overheated skin prickled with sweat.
“Shit, fuck…Tim,” Jason cried out, biting into his lip hard enough he started to draw blood. “Co-Come, gonna co-fuck!” he threw his head back, an iron grip on the base of it cock as it twitched. Ropes of white pouring down his knuckles, splashing onto his stomach. Jason whined, licking his lips, his hand falling to his side. His softening cock still twitching, spreading the come across his hip. Jason’s heart was thumping rapidly in his chest, his head still spinning.
He glanced at Tim’s back, eyes tracing down a faint scar. After a heavy debate he sat up, swinging his legs over the bed. Moving carefully and quietly as he could into the bathroom to clean himself off.
Jason rolled his neck tossing the wet washcloth aside on the floor. He hesitantly peeked at his reflection in the mirror. Part of him felt gross, but ‘Tim had started it.’ ‘Doesn't matter he was asleep.’ Jason tugged at his hair listening to his conscience argue with itself. Himself?
Splashing water on his face, Jason stepped back out. Tim was unmoved still facing the window. Jason sighed, laying on top of the blanket, crossing his fingers over his chest, staying as far on his side as he could, counting the little dots on the popcorn ceiling until he drifted off himself.
Jason stirred awake at a loud bang. His hand reached under his pillow for a knife that wasn’t there. Tim chuckled, placing two cups of coffee and a brown baggie on the desk. “Did I disturb you, sleeping beauty?”
Avoiding eye contact Jason sat up shaking his head. “No, I was up.”
“Sure you were.” Tim walked to Jason’s side, a hand poking his forehead. “Are you really that embarrassed?”
Jason’s head snapped up, his browns lowering. Heat spreading across his face. “What!”
Tim laughed again, his smile wide. “You really thought I was asleep?” Jason’s flush grew hotter. Tim clicked his tongue, climbing into Jason’s lap. His hands cupping the back of Jason’s neck. “Oh Ja-”
“Why didn’t you fucking say anything! Or stop me!” Jason’s nostrils flared, his hands were shaking with anger and shame.
“Because you sounded so pretty?” Tim said, unsure of the answer. “I mean, my name falling from your lips in something that wasn’t a death threat or sarcasm. How could I resist?”
A deep growl tore from Jason’s throat, a hand shooting out to grab Tim by his. Tim coughed as Jason flipped their positions, caging Tim in underneath him. Tim’s eyes fluttered, his hips pushing up. “What is wrong with you!”
Tim whined, gaping like a fish. “Beside the fact that you still haven’t fucked me yet?” Jason’s lips pressed into a tight line, fingers tightening on Tim’s throat. His heartbeat pulsating under Jason’s fingers. “Ow, okay shit. I’m not sure how you want me to answer.”
Jason sat back on Tim’s hips, his hands pressing on the other's chest. “You’re something else Drake… go fucking choke.”
“I can if it’s your cock.” Tim shamelessly licked his lips, “Please Jay, I’m sorry. I should’ve said something. Can you let me make it up to you?” his bright baby blues were already glazed over, his fingers hooked into Jason’s sleep pants. Jason couldn’t deny it even if he wanted, his hard cock already ratting him out.
“You swallow, all of it!” Jason shoved his pants down to his thighs, cock bouncing out as he kneeled over Tim’s face. Tim’s cold hands rounded his ass, clenching the tight muscle.
“Yes sir.” Tim winked tongue poking out to lick across the wet slit.