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Jason still being legally dead came with...complications. Undercover missions were always a pain in the ass because he couldn't use the impregnable Wayne Trust Fund Baby disguise that all the others could. No, Jason usually got stuck on standby while the others tailed their target, gathered intel, or planted a bug.
Not tonight, though. This was Red Hood's case, and thus Jason refused to be sidelined. Conveniently (or perhaps intentionally, Dick suspected), Batman and Robin were on a mission outside of Gotham, narrowing Jason's support down to Dick and Tim.
"No way," Jason had declared hours earlier, "you're a cop, you'll spook the target."
"Was. Was a cop," Dick retorted.
"The point stands." He crossed his arms. "'sides, Tim and I already have a cover. He'll go as himself, and I'll go as his bodyguard."
It was as good a plan as any, admittedly. "Fine. I'll monitor comms," Dick relented.
Which is what he found himself doing that evening. The target, Ana Esposito, was hosting a private dinner celebrating her successful acquisition of a smaller competitor company. Hood caught the scent of money laundering and blackmail and wanted to move in. He had identified a safe in Esposito's study that contained vital evidence.
Dick scanned the digital blueprints of Esposito's grand house. "You're standing right under it," he said into his comm. "It's the floor above you."
"Copy," Tim replied. Dick switched back to watching the mirroring body cams. Tim's practiced cocky grin hadn't faltered once. Meanwhile, Jason maintained his stoic facade.
"On my mark, I'll escort you upstairs," Jason said, voice low.
A few minutes later, Jason made a signal with his fingers and led Tim across the ballroom and toward the foyer staircase. They nodded to two security guards as they passed, making a clear heading for a bathroom, then swerved in the opposite direction the moment they were out of sight.
Once in front of the study, Jason bent down and inspected the lock. "I can have this open in two minutes, tops."
"How's our time look?" Tim asked.
Dick glanced at the security feeds. "Should be fine, the closest guards aren't set to patrol for another five."
Jason nodded and reached into his blazer to retrieve a lockpicking kit. He set to work with Tim looking on over his shoulder, delicately sliding the pick and rake into place. "You're good with your hands, Todd."
"If this is all it takes to impress you, it's no wonder Steph left you," Jason grunted.
"I'll admit, my skills are rusty. I could use a tutorial. Something hands on, maybe."
Jason's hands paused as he laughed under his breath. "That was good."
Dick rolled his eyes at the footage. Did those two take anything serious? He swallowed against the tension in his throat and scanned the security feeds again. Uh oh. "Hey, stop flirting. Guard en route, he's breaking formation."
Once again, Jason's hands stilled. He let go of the tools and stood up. "I just need a few more seconds," he said to Tim.
Tim glanced down the hall, then looked up at Jason. "Follow my lead." And Tim backed up so his back was hiding the doorknob. Then he grabbed the lapels of Jason's jacket and yanked him into a kiss.
Jason's surprised gasp was muffled, but he recovered quickly enough. He slid his arms around Tim so that his hands could reach the lock and continue picking. Meanwhile, Tim buried a hand in Jason's hair and tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss.
Dick couldn't see much after that, there was so little space left between the two, but he could hear the pleased-warm little moans Jason was making and the soft gasps Tim was breathing, and that tension in his chest settled lower.
Finally, the approaching guard found them. He cleared his throat, and the two pulled apart in mock surprise. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but you can't be up here."
Tim exhaled a laugh, a blush creeping across his face. "Right, sorry. Can you, uh, give us a sec to make ourselves presentable?"
On cue, Jason tugged his collar back into place, calling the guard's (and Dick's) attention to the unbuttoned opening exposing the top of his chest.
"Right, of course." And the guard scurried back down the hall.
"Quick thinking," Jason said with a grin. With a final flourish, he turned the knob and pushed open the door. "Unless you were just using that as an excuse to get your tongue in my mouth." He gestured for Tim to go in first.
"Like you haven't been thinking of shoving me against a wall since we got here."
Jason opened his mouth to reply, but Dick cut him off. "You both got lucky. Hurry up and get out of there."
"Alright, my turn," Tim said, and he walked over to the portrait very obviously hiding the safe. He pulled out a stethoscope and had the safe open in no time. "Voila," and he grabbed the flash drive inside, replacing it with a decoy.
"Nicely done," Jason said, holding out a hand for a fist bump. Dick sighed and watched them excuse their way out of the rest of the party. This mission was supposed to be easy.
They couldn't get back to the cave fast enough. After months of tracking, Jason had Esposito dead to rights.
"Got any plans to celebrate once Esposito is taken down?" Tim asked from the other side of the computer chair.
Jason plugged in the drive and entered a command to begin decrypting its files. "Not really. Why, you have ideas? Maybe finish what we started at the party?" He turned to Tim and cocked an eyebrow. Whatever the guy was playing at, Jason could go along with it, if only out of curiosity.
Tim snorted. "No thanks, I like my head attached to my body." Jason didn't have time to ask for clarification on that because: "Ah, speak of the devil."
Dick joined them, leaning on the back of the chair. "How long for the unlock?"
Jason glanced at the computer. "Two hours. Must be a lot of data." Which boded well for Jason's case. The more info on Esposito's enterprises, the better.
Dick nodded. "Cool. I'm taking myself off active status, then. You two can go back to whatever little game you're playing." He waved and turned to leave again.
"Oof," Tim said once Dick was on the elevator, "I can taste the salt."
"What?" What did that mean?
"Oh, nothing. Good night, Jay!" And Tim left, too.
Leaving Jason staring at the bright supercomputer. His brothers were weird.
Jason had just stepped out of the shower when he heard his phone vibrate. It was a text from Dick: hey, come to my room, need to talk.
That was strange. What did Dick have to say that he couldn't tell him in the cave? Had he offended Dick somehow? Last time he checked, they were on good terms. Great, even, if the lingering looks and shared smiles lately were anything to go by. Or had Jason's optimism made a surprise appearance again?
He sighed. Only one way to find out.
He didn't bother with a shirt, just tugged on some sweatpants and padded down the hall to Dick's room, towel drying his hair as he walked. He knocked a couple times before opening the door. "You rang?"
Dick looked up at him from where he was doing a headstand. "Uh, no. I didn't."
Jason frowned. "You totally did." He pulled up the text and showed Dick the screen.
"I've been like this the past fifteen minutes, there's no way I sent that."
Jason's eye twitched. Then who could have –? "Timothy," he groaned.
Dick's eyes flashed. "He get bored of you already?" His tone was icy, cut a few layers too deep.
"What's it to you?" Jason snapped back. He crossed his arms.
Dick bent his legs to stand up again. He turned to face Jason, letting his eyes roam down Jason's chest, stomach, then back up before leaning in to take a deep breath in. "You don't smell like him, at least."
"What the actual fuck?" Jason shoved him back by the shoulder. Then it dawned on him, and a sweeping cold shuddered through him. "Dick, we were just playing, I wouldn't –" Well, he couldn't exactly say he what he wouldn't do with Tim, given his half of their flirtatious banter. But he certainly wouldn't flaunt that in front of the family. Dick had to know that, right?
"Didn't seem like playing. We never play like that."
A facsimile of Dick's voice repeated the things Tim said in Jason's ear, and heat flushed across his face. Blurry as it was, with Tim, there was a line, and neither had crossed it, even with their distraction kiss earlier. But with Dick...that line could never exist. Jason would take whatever Dick gave him.
"Do you want to?" he asked, voice barely above a growl. "I'll play with you."
Dick gave him another sweeping look, and this time Jason felt the attention rake across his bare skin. "It's better than playing with myself," Dick said with a smirk. He stepped in again and brought a hand up to touch featherlight against Jason's chest.
That was it for him. Jason grabbed him by the back of his head into a kiss. He tilted his head and pushed his tongue in between Dick's lips, stroking inside of his mouth. Dick made a pleased hum. His hands slid up and down the planes of Jason's torso before finally tugging at the waistband of his sweats.
Jason broke away from him to tear off Dick's shirt. He nipped at the skin of Dick's throat and said, "Where do you want me?" into his ear.
Dick shivered and pulled away. "Bed. Now." And he nudged Jason toward the bed.
Jason obliged and lay back, shimmying out of his pants as he did. He watched as Dick stepped out of his own, hands by his sides awaiting more instruction. Dick touched his thigh and slid his hand up to Jason's waist and squeezed softly. He brought his other hand up and gripped the base of Jason's cock, coaxing a groan from him. He captured Jason's lips again and then slowly pumped him, flicking his wrist at the end of each drag.
Dick broke the kiss, pulling on Jason's lower lip with his teeth before letting go. He pressed his thumb across the slit of Jason's head, and Jason's hips pushed off the bed. "I bet you'd rather be playing with Tim right now, wouldn't you?"
Jason sucked in a breath. "N-no," he moaned, "just you. Only you." He was so close, he could feel it tightening around him.
Dick hummed again but didn't release him. Instead, he swung a leg over Jason and sat on his thighs. He leaned forward until they were almost chest to chest and slowly let Jason go so he could circle his hand around both of their cocks. Jason gasped, the sensation of Dick, hot and hard against him, almost enough to send him over the edge. His hips bucked off the bed again, chasing the barely-there friction. Dick groaned and ground against him. He pushed into his own hand, against Jason, and they fell into a rhythm. He could feel Dick's pants brush across his face and his knees caging Jason's hips. Once again, that pressure built low in Jason's gut. He carded a hand in Dick's hair and pulled him into another sloppy kiss as he came. Dick moaned and sped up his pace, the slide easier with Jason's cum between them, and soon spilled across Jason's stomach and chest.
Jason dropped his head on the mattress, and Dick rested his forehead to Jason's collar. Their breaths were heavy and Jason's heart pounded. He kissed the top of Dick's head, and Dick angled to look up at him. "You said only me," he murmured with a small glare. "I'm holding you to that."
Jason blinked at him, then a smile broke across his face. "So that's what Tim meant."