#jason: a fuckin’ smoothie

[grahoriasfancave]

AU where Jason and Salim find Kurum/Balathu completely submerged in the fluid, pull him out, and then spend the rest of the game with a confused ancient Mesopotamian trailing along behind them

[writtenjewels]

Summer part 2

Salim finally finished setting up the café. He was pleased when the mayor agreed to let him stay here for the summer. Being at home carried too many bad memories. This quiet place with its small-town feel was exactly what Salim needed.

All the locals were friendly: once Salim was set up, everyone came by to introduce themselves. They kept him busy into the afternoon.

"Hey." A face poked into the café. Salim recognized his visitor as the farmer, Jason. According to the other townspeople, Jason recently moved in to work at the nearby farm. "How's it goin' so far?"

"Very well, thank you. Would you like something to eat?"

"Sure," Jason agreed with a smile. "I brought ya somethin'," he added, offering a bag. "For your smoothies." Salim opened the bag to find it filled with fresh berries.

"That's very kind." Salim pinched off a grape and popped it in his mouth. "Delicious," he declared. "I'm an amateur gardener myself," he confided. "Though I only do it as a hobby." That made Jason smile. It was a charming look for the farmer. A pity the brim of his cap shadowed his face. Salim shook away the thought and set about making food.

"You a chef back home?" Jason wondered.

"Nothing so glamorous. I'm actually a translator. The cooking is more of a side job for when I don't have any translation work." Salim plated the food and added a smoothie. Jason gratefully dug in.

"Fuckin' good," Jason grinned. Salim smiled back, fighting the urge to tilt the farmer's hat brim up. "What do I owe ya?"

"Consider it a trade for your berries," Salim answered. Jason's expression softened and, to Salim's disappointment, he tugged the hat brim down to shadow his face even more. "I understand you moved here recently," Salim spoke up. "Do you like it so far?"

"Yeah." Jason paused to take a sip of his smoothie. "Everyone's real nice. And the work... it's hard, but it makes me feel--" He cut off, taking a mouthful of food to fill the silence. Salim's heart ached a little. Earlier, when confessing he was here for a change of scenery, Jason said he related. And now Salim felt a similar reaction to Jason's words.

Jason finished the rest of his meal, their conversation turning to less heavy topics. Salim was a little sad to see his new friend go.

"Mind if I drop by tomorrow?" Jason asked.

"Not at all," Salim assured him, trying to catch the younger man's eyes. "I will look forward to it." He saw Jason smile, but the rest was hidden by a tug of his cap.

The café seemed a little less bright when he was gone.

[hornyjockbro]

Jason opened the door to his shared dorm. Only to be met by the scent of week old unwashed gym gear.

A few hours earlier...

Kyle was doing some early morning meal prepping, when kyle walked into the kitchenette area, with the only barrier between his cock and the...aromatic air was a worn pair of boxer shorts. Tufts of dark hair poked out of the elastic, the smell of cum lingering on the still damp crotch fur.

"Sup bro" Nick said, as he reached into his boxers to scratch his balls. Instant relief hit only to be greeted by a wet sensation.

"Did I piss myse...oh." Nick murmurded to himself as he recalled his early morning wet dream. A smile spread across his face as thoughts of a soft round ass riding against his cock were bought to the forefront of his mind. Precum soaked his boxer shorts as semi erection quickly sproated.

"Bro, I had the best dream just now"

"Ya? What happened?"

"Well... it was more about the feelings and sensations... more than the actual plot"

"Uh huh" Kyle smuggly responded with smirk.

"I just remember this nice round ass grinding all up on my dick bro! That shit got me cumming like a faucet."

"I can tell." Kyle chuckled taking a break from meal prepping and pointing at the huge white stain on Nick's boxers.

"What if I told you i knew who's ass was making you cum like that."

"I feel like dreams are little more abstaract than tha-"

"Bro it's Jason's ass."

"What-"

"Don't you remeber falling asleep together in his bed last night?"

"Oh shit, you're right! Guess leg day's been helping." Nick nervously laughed

"Plus I think I saw him lick some of your cum wasn't expecting little Jason to go for it like that."

"What can I say, everybody wants a piece." Nick boasted, flexing a double bicep pose.

"Nah, but I do kinda wanna fuck with him now."

A devious smile spread across Nick's face. As he looked at the smoothie blender.

"Since our bro in the making likes my cum so much...why not give him a little extra." Nick said as he slowly reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard cock.

Kyle got the idea and started stroking his own dick through his baller shorts. A wet spot of precum grew bigger as he continued to palm and stroke his dick. Eventually he couldn't take it. He pulled his shorts down to his knees and began stroking along side Nick.

"Fuck." Was all he could say, followed by grunts and moans.

Kyle closed his eyes and but his bottom lip, fully embracing the moment. A warm second hand seemed to tug on Kyle's dick. Opening his eyes into a squint, he say Nick's beefy forearm stroking both his and kyle's cocks. Too horny to stop him, kyle grunted and moaned in rhythm to Nick's strokes.

"Bro- I'm gonna cum!" Kyle moaned as his cock throbbed in his bro's hand.

"Same here!" Nick grunted

Kyle quickly reached towards a cup laying on the counter.

"Bro aim for the cup!"

"Fuucck" Kyle grunted as he shot load after load into the cup.

"Awww fuck yeah bro!" said as he came into cup.

"Nice, fuckin load bro!" Nick said, slapping Kyle's exposed ass.

"Thanks bro." Kyle said smiling down at the cup.

"Drink it!" Kyle said barely able to finish the sentence without bursting out in laugher.

"No you drink it!" Nick responded, already forgetting about the original plan.

"Fine! Have it your way!" Kyle said, staring Nick down with a semi hard boner point straight at him.

Kyle charged at Nick aiming for a grapple. Kyle's sweat smeared onto Nick's simillary drenched back as the collided.

"Who's the bottom know?" Kyle mockingly whispered into Nick's ear as he held him in place.

Kyle's slick cock wedged between nick's ass. Spreading cum all over his crack.

"You been doing hip thrusts without me?" Kyle said as he pressed his cock deeper into Nick's crack.

"I'd ask you- the same- thing!" Nick exclaimed as he managed to roll forward taking Kyle onto the ground.

Cock juices smeared against Kyle's ass as Nick held him down.

"You got some serious swamp ass bro, you ever shave back here?"

"Nah, I don't wanna end up cutting my ball suck or something"

Sensing the descalation in tension, Kyle got up to his knee.

"I got post nut fatigue!" Yawn-shouted

"Still got class though" Nick said as he pulled Kyle up.

"They're talking about macronutrient bioavailability, please don't make me go! I beg of you! Just come back and give me the sparknotes version."

"Fine, but you're doing the same thing for next class!" Nick sighed

"Aye aye captain." Kyle said while flipping Nick off.

"Ya ya." Nick smiled and rolled his eyes as he got got ready for class.

Sorry for the reuploads, the gifs keep getting flagged

[choco-glow]

Fall Like Rain On Sunday, Pt. 10

Jason woke up around five am, bleary and in a tangle of blankets again from yet another nightmare…Sweat-soaked, he peeled himself out of his bed with a grimace and stripped first himself, then the bed, tossing everything into his washing machine before turning on the shower and stepping inside. Lukewarm woke him up a little better than hot right now, and felt better on his scarred skin; he leaned heavily against the tile, head tipped back as his waterfall nozzle rained down on him. The familiar sound of the washer going was a comfort, and piece by piece, he brought himself back to the present, breathing slowly, evenly, just as Bruce had taught him all those years ago…

“…Fuck.” He sighed out, and started washing up, glad for the indie shop he supported down the street that made its own soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. They were bar form, of course, but the natural scents helped ground him…anything heavily chemically scented was too triggering, too much like the factory he’d died in. A lot of things triggered that…tannerite, for one, which was why in all his varied explosions, he’d only ever used C4. Iron…He unconsciously touched the cheekbone that Talia had had her surgeons rebuild, for even the Pit couldn’t do everything. Not on a body that had been so badly brutalized that it’d been a closed casket funeral…

“Knock it off, Todd.” He growled out to himself, scrubbing furiously now. Fuckin’ don’t go down that path again, Jason…you know where it leads. Besides, you promised you’d make waffles this morning. Can’t leave a lady waiting. Steph’s smile filled his mind, and Jason relaxed, as he had for months now around his Batgirl…and he felt a tiny smile tug at his lips. He didn’t have a waffle iron; he rarely did more than griddle cakes, eggs, and bacon for himself, and that’s when he felt like cooking, so it was a good thing he’d woken up before his alarm; he had time to run to the nearest Lux-Mart. He finished his shower, relaxed now, and other than rescuing his book from the floor and setting it on his nightstand, left his bed to airdry for a while; he’d learned that lesson the hard way.

Dark jeans, boxer-briefs, a soft tee shirt, socks, his boots, and a hoodie, and he was ready to brave the pre-dawn crowds. He twirled his keys on one finger as he made his way down the stairs to his garage, and side-stepped the engine for Roy’s Corvette, unlocking the truck and opening the door with a flick of a button. It was dark still; small wonder, it was just barely five forty-five, and the sun wouldn’t be up for another hour or so…the garage door slid closed behind him with a whisper, and Jason set out for the Lux-Mart, following the main roads this morning, since they weren’t clogged yet by the early morning commuters. A few early birds passed him, and he waved at the Batmobile as they both continued on out of the city, since the nearest of Lux Luthor’s monster all-in-one stores was in the suburbs on the mainland.

Jason’s phone buzzed, and he answered it on the dash with a grin, glad for his blue-tooth dashboard connection.

“Hey Pops.”

“I thought that was you, Jason…what has you out so early?” Bruce’s voice was warm, exhausted, but for once, actually pretty damned friendly, and Jason hummed a little, smirking to see the ‘mobile keeping pace with him.

“Well, I promised I’d bring Steph waffles this morning as incentive to get her homework done…and then I realized I didn’t have a waffle iron.” Bruce laughed at that, low and surprisingly genuine, while he heard a squawk from Tim. Now, he didn’t…completely hate his replacement in the Robin line-up; certainly, he adored Steph and Damian. But Tim was…well, everything that Jason hadn’t ever been, and Jason was still too aware of how similar Tim and Bruce really were. Dick had commented on it, last time he’d come up from Bludhaven, and if Dick could see it…well. Jason still felt like he’d been the downgrade from Dick, and that Tim was the super upgrade.

It wasn’t true…but emotions could be ugly, ugly things.

And Tim had stolen his ex-girlfriend’s waffles.

“Well then, that makes complete sense…do you two need anything from us? We had a busy night dealing with Boyle again.” Jason winced; Ferris Boyle had been a problem since Bruce’s early days, even before Dick, and Jason hated the man almost as much as he hated Joker. Totally aside from how he’d fucked up Victor Fries, his actions regarding Nora had been absolutely appalling. He wanted custody of her so that he could experiment on her…and since Victor is now a supervillain…goddamn, I’m glad Bruce was able to win custody of her.

“Bastard…was he after Nora again?”

“And Victor. We convinced Fries to come back to Wayne Inc. and talk to us about Nora’s future; we’ve made some serious progress towards a cure, and with his research, we might just have what we need. And I’ve been working on something to help him as well…But we can talk about it later.” A yawn broke his sentence, and Jason smiled fondly.

“Go home, Pops; Steph and I will take patrol tonight. You two take the night off.”

“…Thank you, Jason. I really appreciate it; Damian and Tim do too.”

“Yes, thank you, akhi.” Damian’s voice was softer over the phone, tired, and Jason smiled, though he grit his teeth when Tim spoke up.

“Sure, thanks Hood. Hope you two actually get some patrolling done, and don’t just make out on a roof.”

“…Well, Timmy, I’m quite certain we’ll keep our professionalism at the fore. After all, we wouldn’t want to attract undue attention…like Kon did the other night.” Jason responded, voice sickeningly sweet as Tim choked over the phone call, and Bruce made an inquisitive noise.

“We were going over tactical plans!”

“Tim, I’m sure it’s fine.” Bruce’s voice was gentle, but curious, and Jason felt his grin stretch to maniacal proportions.

“Oh, of course you were! Silly ol’ me, ‘tactical plans’, of course! Must’ve been wall plans!” Jason replied sweetly, and Tim choked again, a strangled noise coming over the line. Bruce snorted suddenly, clearly understanding now, and Damian just sighed; Jason could almost hear his eyes rolling.

“Drake, do not give Todd grief for kissing; we all know you regularly have intercourse with Kon-El.” Tim’s voice was pitched even higher now, babbling as Bruce snorted again, clearly holding back laughter, and Jason snickered.

“Damian, Lil D, I want you to know how much I love you right now.”

“As I love and cherish you, akhi. Please do tell Grayson this.”

“DO NOT TELL DICK ANYTHING, JASON, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

“Then don’t steal Stephie’s waffles again, and I won’t~” He purred, and Tim let out a heavy sigh.

“…I apologize to her later.”

“So good to work with you, Tim, it’s just such a pleasure!”

“God, I hate you sometimes.” Bruce was laughing now, deep and highly amused, and Jason gave the ‘mobile a salute as he turned off towards the Lux-Mart, still snickering.

“Love you too, Timmy; good night, you three, I’m off to waffle-maker hunt.”

“Love you too, Jay; good luck! And tell Steph we love her too for me, will you?” Bruce asked, over the other twos’ groaning, and Jason chuckled.

“Of course, Pops. See ya.”

“See you.” The call winked out, and Jason pulled into the Lux-Mart, still grinning. He grabbed up his phone, double checked his wallet, and headed into the store, grabbing a cart. He didn’t want to buy a ton of stuff…but he knew he’d need more room than a basket. Appliances first; he grabbed a waffle-maker, one with interchangeable plates, and from the small selection, picked a Millennium Falcon and an Eevee (both for Steph), since they’d traded favorite Pokémon a few weeks ago, then favorite films. He was always looking for Pride and Prejudice/Sense and Sensibility stuff, or even just basic literary things, but hey, he liked Eevee too (even if his favorite was still Rapidash), and Star Wars was a familiar favorite from his childhood.

From there, he grabbed utensils that he knew he didn’t have, then a few things from pharmacy to cover his personal stores for the week. Bandages, wraps, gauze, alcohol…all the usual stuff, and then he made his way to the grocery area, where things were getting a little bit busier. Two boxes of waffle/pancake mix, maple syrup, and a carton of eggs; a package of bacon made the cut too, as did a gallon of milk, a bottle of his favorite fancy protein juice smoothie, and as he made his way into the produce section, a bag each of blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries. He also got a couple apples, good for a snack as well as baking into the batter, and a pair of pomegranates. Bananas too, just as small bunch, and a small tub of butter.

On a whim, he also grabbed sugary snacks for later, mostly Hostess cakes and some Little Debbie stuff, and a big bag of Chex Mix; not healthy, no, but they held up to patrols well, and he’d gone hungry too many nights to ever feel good about not having food around. Besides…his stay in the Lazarus Pit hadn’t just accelerated his healing factor…it’d forced his metabolism onto a higher level, and now he could almost match Kon pound for pound with food. He also grabbed some pizzas; just in case, he liked to have them. Checking his watch, Jason bit off a swear; it was seven am already, and it was easily a half-hour drive back into Gotham.

He got through self checkout with ease, and hauled his finds out of the store, leaving the cart at the entrance and legging it to his truck. To his surprise, clouds that hadn’t been visible in the darkness were rolling over the whole of Gotham City, heavy thunder rumbling out on the ocean, and in the low light from the rising sun, he made a few quick calculations. He had just enough time to get back to the city before the rain really started; he loaded up his backseat and tore ass out of the parking lot, hopping on the freeway in record time. He glanced around, confused at the lack of cars…then laughed to himself.

Of course it was empty; it was Sunday. I think I’m getting to love Sundays now…Jason thought to himself as he gunned it back to Steph’s place, settling back for the drive with a sigh. Just then, the familiar strains of ‘Home’ came onto the radio, and Jason grinned, then started singing along.

“I’m goin’ home…to the place where I belong…”

[rocket-roach]

Excited to read your writing again! Could you do number 6 for Jason to Dick?

order for a #6 with Jason to Dick is UP

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Wowow also thank you so much for you kind words??? I hope you enjoy!

This late in the night, it’s usually only Jason in the kitchen. He’s the only one that Alfred allows to sneak in and grab some snacks. Alfred knows. He knows that some habits die hard. Habits like hoarding food in secret cupboards because you don’t know if that food is gonna be there in the morning.  Apparently, Jason thinks as he checks on his limón flavored Lays chips, his Milanos, a few Lunchables and some chocolates, not even dying can change your habits.

It’s all still there.

He’s in the manor. He’s Jason Wayne now. He’s technically an heir worth a few billion dollars. 

This isn’t Crime Alley. His mom is dead, and so is his piece of shit father. He has a good roof over his head, designer pajamas; because apparently such a thing exists, a full sized bed,  and three meals everyday.

Jason places his hands on the counter, sighing too long for a person so young.

Then somebody sniffs.

He flips around, hands going to his holster-less thighs because he’s in these goddamn pajamas. Jay lunges for the knife block, pulling the largest knife he can. Then, he spins on his heel and charges, only to realize he’s holding a knife to Dick’s throat.

“It’s me, Jay. It’s Dick,” he whispers. “This isn’t a--”

“You caught me at a bad time,” Jay clears his throat, taking a step back and lowering the knife. “I was just-- listen, you didn’t see me doing anything?”

“No,” Dick says as he rubs his eyes. “Unless there was something very important in the countertop.”

Jason feels something unclench in his gut, giving him just enough time to breathe before shame floods through him. He’s Jason Wayne, and he just held a knife to his older brother’s throat. His older brother, who looks like he’s been crying?

“Uh,” is the brilliant question that escapes his mouth. “You… you okay?”

It’s quiet enough for long enough that Jay finally puts the knife back. He walks to the fridge, grabbing two leftover smoothies, and places them on the marble island. Jay sits, patting one of the stools for Dick to join him.

“It’s.. it’s been twenty years, Jay.”

Jason watches as Dick sits. He rubs his hand down his face, then takes the smoothie and takes a big, long, slurpy, sip that would make Alfred’s combover run for shelter.

“Why are your eyes so red?” Jason asks, because he knows tearstained eyes and knows what marijuana does to eyes. “Dick,”

“It’s been twenty years since they were killed,” Dick blurts. “Twenty years of being the good kid. Twenty years of having an amazing life filled with the most incredible people and ‘m still not over it! I’m tired of being the ‘perfect’ child. Of everyone fucking thinking that I’m not angry!”

Jason sips his smoothie much quieter than his brother did.

“‘Cause I’m always fuckin’ angry. I’m angry that this city took my parents. I’m angry that I wasn’t around for you. I’m fucking angry because I’m working a job where my goddamn coworkers can get away with abusing people who were dealt a shit hand. This entire goddamn world is calling for justice, and fuck, the cops aren’t justice. Those people I’ve arrested? That could have been me if Bruce hadn’t picked me. That could have been you. ‘Nd I’m terrified because of how many people I might have led to their deaths. So, I quit. Turned in my badge and that goddamn gun Bruce hates so much, because I can’t be complicit! I just can’t. Y’know what some people said to me as I walked out?”

“No,” Jason manages.

“They said, ‘You’re goddamn lucky you’re a Wayne, or else we’d throw your gypsy ass in here.’ I didn’t say anything back, because I know the goddamn laws, and that was before the academy. I went back to my place, packed up my shit, and hit up one of my old snitches. Told him what happened, he gave me a contact, yadda yadda.”

Jason sets his smoothie down.

“Dick,” he says as calmly as he can manage, because he’s about two seconds away from going full blown F-5 tornado on him. “Are you telling me that you got high?”

“Yeah. I didn’t plan on you. I was just gonna, y’know, grab some snacks and go to bed. Jay, I really- I know how horrible this is, I don’t blame you for getting mad. You can punch me if you want to.”

Jason briefly considers this. Also, he briefly considers everything Dick said. His anger at Dick using is still simmering, he can feel the anger and betrayal rising and popping and trembling the lid. But Dick is in pieces. 

Jason can count the amount of times he’s seen Dick fall to pieces in front of him. It’s the same amount of times he’s died.

He can yell at Dick tomorrow. He plans on it. Right after they plan how they’re gonna get Dick’s stuff from his place. Bludhaven cops were no doubt watching his place, if they hadn’t already trashed it.

“Dick, listen. I’m pissed about the drugs, and we’ll talk about that tomorrow. But tonight, we’re gonna get celebratory snacks to honor the fact that you’re no longer a pig,” he elbows him, a small grin on his face “and then we’re gonna head upstairs, where your nice big bed is, and then I’m gonna put on River Monsters. Tomorrow we’ll figure out how to get your stuff from your old apartment. I’ve been wanting a safe house in the ‘haven for a while. Okay? And your anger right now? Those bullshit cops that said that horrible stuff to you? Fuck ‘em. You did the right thing by quitting. You can’t do anything about the past cases. ‘Sides, we can always check the batcomputer to follow up on them. Anyway, back to your anger,” Jason yawns. “It’s completely understandable. You’re entitled to that anger. Just, put it into fixing the system. I know you already do; don’t lie, dude, I’ve seen you punch Two-Face too many times. But, right now, we’re gonna eat, and you’re gonna fall asleep, and tomorrow I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

Dick leans into him, his head resting on Jay’s shoulder.

“When did you get so big,” Dick murmurs with a thick voice. “When did you get so smart?”

“When I die--”

“When you died,” Dick says at the same time, then starts giggling. “What a weird fucking life we have huh?”

“Cover your eyes,” Jason orders as he stands. Once Dick’s covering his eyes, still giggling, he stands and heads to the cupboards. “Yeah, if you wrote our lives in a book, nobody would believe it. Not even a comic book. You can uncover your eyes now.”

Dick smiles at him, then gapes as he catches sight of the Milanos in Jason’s hands.

“You get these once you're in bed. Now go on.”

[writtenjewels]

Summer

[I've been playing Friends of Mineral Town and got an idea]

Jason noticed everyone in town getting excited for summer. For him, it was just going to be another season of hard work. But he decided he would at least drop by the beach on the first day.

He chose to come early before it got too crowded. He was startled to find someone else had the same idea. Their back was to him and they were currently hanging a sign on the small café situated by the beach. Curious, Jason drew a little closer. The person turned and revealed himself to be... no one Jason recognized. Which was a little surprising. Jason thought he knew everyone in town already.

"Hello," the man greeted in a warm, accented voice. "I'm not finished setting up yet. Just give me another hour or so."

"You're good," Jason assured him with a dismissive wave. He studied the stranger's features more carefully. The man looked older than Jason, his face slightly rounded and his eyes dark. His curly hair was worn short and he sported a green vest over a white T-shirt. "You runnin' this place now?" Jason asked, gesturing to the café.

"Only for the summer." The man held out his hand. "My name is Salim."

"Jason." The two shook hands. If the calloused grip was anything to go by, Salim worked with his hands, too. "What brings ya to town, Salim?"

"I needed a change of scenery." The answer seemed innocuous enough, but the way Salim said it tugged at Jason's heart.

"I can fuckin' relate." Salim gave him a little smile. Jason fidged with the brim of his hat and cleared his throat. "Anyway, I oughta let you get back to work."

"Come back later when I'm open," Salim invited. "I'll be serving smoothies and finger foods."

"What about iced tea?" Jason asked. Salim's facial expression had Jason sniggering. Was it weird to think a grown man was cute? "I'll drop by for the food." Jason had a lot of work to get done, but surely a snack break wouldn't hurt.

"See you later, then, Jason." Jason touched the brim of his hat in goodbye and headed back to the farm.

He didn't realize how much he was smiling until his cheeks started to hurt.