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It was late, very late, when Jason got Dick back to the Manor.
Bruce was still stalking the streets for any sign of Poison Ivy, but Jason and Dick were off patrol for the evening, Jason because it was just that late, and Dick because they’d all been hit with some new strain of Ivy’s pollen. Whatever it was hadn’t affected Bruce or Jason, hadn’t put any of them down for the count, exactly (Dick still managed to fight off 4 of Ivy’s men), but their pack omega had become loopy and strangely, cheerfully happy.
The cheerfulness seemed to be the part that disturbed Bruce the most when he sent them home.
Usually Jason would have protested that, being sent home early. He was fourteen, not four, after all. But they really did need to get Dick to the medbay, and the hot-blooded alpha inside of him couldn’t pass up the feeling of Dick’s warm omega body wrapped around him as he swung them home.
“You’ve gotten so strong, Little Wing,” Dick practically giggled—giggled!— as they stumbled to a stop on a rooftop, poking a finger into Jason’s bicep. Jason couldn’t help flex a little; he’d been upping his weight training lately, as it became more and more apparent that a growth spurt was going to happen any day now.
Already, his hands and feet were bigger than Bruce’s, which meant they were massive compared to Dick’s. And while Dick might still be taller by a couple of inches, Jason was wider, could already bench more and hit harder. He was going to dwarf Dick one day, he just knew it.
“Whoa, big bird,” he said as Dick nearly fell over. He kept one arm tight around the other boy’s waist, one locked around his wrist. Dick’s head flopped bonelessly back on Jason’s shoulder, the enticing smell of his citrus shampoo filling Jason’s nose. Seriously, how could someone smell so good with scent blockers on?
“Thanks…little wing,” Dick said, his smile still too wide and unsettlingly empty, like he was a puppy come to play instead of a feared vigilante. He was uncoordinated and weak in Jason’s hands, not limp by any means but pulling on his trapped wrist with so little strength Jason barely felt it.
What he did feel was a smooth, latex covered body writhing against him, a round and touchable ass nudging his side and putting ideas in his head.
Making sure Dick’s arm was firmly around his shoulder and his waist was tightly pinned to Jason’s hip instead, they swung to the next rooftop.
Only, Jason fumbled the landing slightly and they both stumbled. Dick’s ass rubbed right against his stiffening cock.
“Oh,” said Dick, startling and moving away, his voice sounding suddenly sober and surprised.
Jason could feel his face turn bright red.
Dick’s expression softened. “It’s okay, Jay. Don’t worry about it. I was your age once.”
“Please,” Jason grumbled, hitching Dick’s arm higher over his shoulders. “I bet everyone was still throwing themselves at you when you were my age.”
Dick grinned, his expression growing moony once more. “I had some fun back then, it’s true. There was this one beta…”
“Wally?” Jason interrupted, feeling suddenly, ravenously interested. Dick laughed.
“God no! Wally and I are just friends. Why’d you think that?”
“I dunno. You guys, like, hug a lot.”
Dick bent his arm, catching Jason in a clumsy chokehold. “That’s called being friends you weirdo. It was someone else. Older guy. Worked out at my gym.”
With a flash of understanding, Jason realized he knew exactly who Dick was talking about. One the few occasions he visited the training gym Dick had been volunteering at for years, he’d seen him talking, practically brushed up against, an older man. Tall, blond. Clean cut, military type. Not just older but old, probably closer to Bruce than to Dick.
Too old to sleep with Dick just 5 years ago. Jason tried to imagine it, Dick’s slim figure even slighter as a teenager, under that man’s broad, adult shoulders. It was gross.
It was also hot.
In his drugged state, Dick didn’t seem to notice Jason’s inner turmoil. He was blabbering on about dating advice and reminiscing on his various conquests.
“—but anyone would be lucky to date you, Jay, so just remember that. You’re a catch,” Dick said, waving a down hand Jason’s body.
“You really think that?” Jason asked.
Dick gave him a slow glance over, his eyes seeming to linger at Jason’s neck and wrists.
“Yeah, kid,” he said. “You’re gonna be great, I can tell.”
“Gonna be?” Jason asked, a rush of confidence overcoming his brain to mouth filter. “You wouldn’t date me now?”
Dick snorted, sprawled back against Jason’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’d prefer not to go to jail, thanks Jay. But seriously, look at you, you've grown up so much recently. I used to be able to pick you up by the cape, and now you can throw me around. I know you’re gonna be so cool, Jay. Hopefully you’ll still like me when you’re older.”
Jason stopped in his tracks. Dick swore colorfully as he over balanced and landed flat on his back.
“You—you think I like you?” he sputtered, even as he hauled Dick back to his feet. “Do you—do you like me?”
“Aww, Jay, come on.” Dick threw his arms around Jason’s neck. “Of course I like you. And that was before you got so brave and smart and strong—”
Jason pulled the grapple back out, feeling dazed. Dick liked him too. Dick liked him too.
A couple of hours later, Jason laid in his bed, unable to sleep, even though he’d been let off school for the morning. He couldn’t get that conversation out of his head.
Dick liked him too. Dick thought he was—was cool, and smart, and that anyone would be glad to date him.
It wasn’t good for older guys to come on to teenagers. Jason had seen it, time and time again, happen to pretty girls at school or at parties. Dick would never be one of those weirdos, the pathetic alphas who hung around high schools trying to get lucky.
But Dick had dated guys when he was Jason’s age, older guys, much older than the bare four and a half years between them, and he didn’t seem upset about it. What was the difference?
Jason sat up. The difference was initiative.
Dick couldn’t pursue Jason, no matter how interested he was. That would be wrong, would make Dick into less of a hero than he was, to give into that kind of temptation. He would wait, like a good man should, to ask Jason out at an appropriate age.
But Jason was allowed to know what he wanted. And he didn’t want to wait.
Tiptoeing into the hall, Jason made his way to Dick’s room. Bruce was likely still in the Cave, and Alfred would be busy making breakfast, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Neither of them would understand the way Jason and Dick did.
Slipping through Dick’s door, he drank in the sight for a moment.
Dick’s curtains were open just enough for the bright sunlight to stream through, illuminating his body on the sheets. He’d taken a quick decontamination shower after getting the antidote, but apparently he’d been too tired for pajamas; miles of skin shone in the bright light, tangled in the dark sheets.
Evidently, Dick had not been as fine as he’d claimed against this particular strain of pollen. Because Dick was asleep, deeply asleep, and still humping against his mattress.
As Jason crept closer, the situation became clearer; Dick must have thought he could ride the effects of the pollen off himself. He’d fallen asleep with one hand still between his legs, the end of a long purple dildo still vibrating away in his cunt. The room stunk of cum and unfulfilled omega desire.
Jason’s inner alpha whined in sympathy. His poor omega, forced to try and satisfy himself with a plastic cock when the real thing was just a room away. All because of society’s stupid ideas about age and sex.
Carefully, he peeled back the sheets, unwrapping Dick with far more care than any present.
Dick’s naked body was even more beautiful than he’d imagined. He bit back a moan as he drank in the strong lines of Dick’s collar bones, the curving line of his hips and the shadowy dip between his legs. Dick was not a huge person, his omega body proportionally smaller than most alphas and betas, but he was undeniably a man, his lines graceful and adult compared to Jason’s still kind of scrawny arms and shoulders.
Once his last growth spurt hit, though. Jason could only imagine how this would feel, when Dick was small and fragile beneath him.
Jason knelt across his waist, careful not to put too much weight on the prone omega, and stuck his nose in the crook of Dick’s neck, inhaling deeply.
The scent was amazing, somehow gorgeously sophisticated and elegant, and yet mouth-wateringly delicious at the same time. Jason pressed a long, gentle kiss against the fluttering pulse point in the corner of his gland.
Dick barely stirred, but Jason could see the minute relaxation of his shoulders. See, the omega needed an alpha. It was simple biology.
Carefully, Jason spread Dick’s legs, so he could inspect the vibrator. It was a little shorter than Jason was, but just about as thick, which meant that Dick was good and stretched and waiting for him.
He clicked off the vibe, and eased the plastic out of Dick. The omega made a small, distressed sound at being emptied, his hips rutting desperately into the air.
The pollen must still be in effect, though, because he didn’t show any signs of waking. Jason thought for a moment about waking him with a hard thrust inside, but that didn’t seem very romantic. He’d just ease himself inside, and then kiss Dick back to wakefulness, like something out of a movie.
Jason groaned out loud as he sank inside the older man. Dick felt so, so good around his cock, tight and wet and gripping every inch of him. He'd never felt an omega’s pussy before, and he didn't know how he’d ever go back to masturbating again.
Though, he wouldn’t have to, once he and Dick were mated. No omega would ever deny their alpha, or vice versa. He and Dick could have all the sex they wanted.
Jason couldn’t hold back. He thrust in, again and again, losing himself in the motion and the sensation. Dick seemed to be clenching down hard around him, like his prone, omega body was trying to keep the other boy in. Before he could stop himself, he was coming.
“Damnit,” Jason said, panting against the sweet smelling skin of his omega, his knot forming so quickly he couldn’t pull out. Dick hadn’t come, and with their hips tied together, Jason couldn’t provide any more stimulation inside of Dick.
He tried to finger Dick’s clit, tried to stimulate him from the outside, but at Dick’s first, small distressed sound, he stopped. He didn’t want to hurt the omega, and that whole thing seemed…complicated.
Dammit. He couldn’t wake Dick up now, not when Jason had come already and done nothing to help Dick out.
As soon as his knot had gone down, he pulled out, wrapping a hand frantically around his own cock, trying to get hard again.
Dick made a worldness noise, his brow scrunching up between his eyes. Jason looked around wildly; he might be young, but no one could get it back up that fast. He landed on the long, purple dildo, laying innocently on the sheets where he'd thrown it.
“Sorry, Dickie,” he whispered, pushing it back into Dick’s body and turning on the vibrations again. It didn’t seem very nice, not compared to how Jason would imagine an alpha cock would feel, but it seemed to satisfy Dick for the moment. His face smoothed back out, and his searching movement stopped.
And it was pretty damn hot, Jason realized, to know that his cum was now trapped in Dick’s body, unable to escape. That Dick would have to dig his own fingers into his cunt and scrape it out, if he truly wanted to be clean. If he ever even noticed it trickling out of him in the shower.
“Master Dick?” That was Alfred’s voice, knocking at the door. Jason ran for the window, just managing to get through it before the beta entered.
Alfred stopped for a moment. His beta nose was not as good at individual scents as an alpha or omega, and Jason held his breath for a moment, wondering if the jig was up.
But he didn’t seem to find anything too out of place. He sank down in the chair next to Dick’s bed, seeming to settle in.
Dammit, Jason thought again, slinking away from the window, towards his own bedroom. He would just have to come back later, and do the thing properly then.