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Jason is exhausted. Too exhausted to care about the unexpected reunion moments ago. He even walked directly through Roman and Harvey without looking back at them. Turn your back on your enemy. Well done, Jason. Batman would be so proud. He doesn’t even bother with that, either. All he wants is to be a dead weight on the bed.
Jason is exhausted. That’s why he doesn't wake up immediately as someone opens his door.
He is drifting off, and he hears people talking in a whisper, two men in familiar voices.
“He’s worn out, but I suppose he’s a light sleeper,” Harvey says in a low murmur. “Just take a quick look and leave, or he will throw a tantrum once he sees you again.”
“How do you know he’s easy to wake,” The other man mumbles. ”you slept with him already?”
Holy shit. Jason feels a shudder run up his spine. Why the hell is Roman Sionis still here?
“Why, you’re jealous?”
“Well, it’s just that you fit the type as well. I will not be surprised if the boy gives you the eye.”
“What type?”
“Elder, strong, grumpy, rich,” Roman pauses,” dominant.”
“Oh, Roman, don’t flatter yourself.”
“I’m not. I’m talking about the Bat.”
“Oh.”
Jason’s blood is boiling even though the room feels cool, and he is only in a pair of briefs. God, he hates Roman so much. Everything this man represented and his drug empire. The scum manipulated, lured, and dumped him after he blew up his cover. He dumped him after he swept him off his goddamn feet.
Should let Victor bite off his stupid face. Jason thinks bitterly but cannot help twitching his lips. Poor Vic, there’s not much left to eat.
“He seems asleep.” Jason hears the soft steps getting closer to the bedside, then stops at the edge of the bed where his head is. He hears the rustle of some fabrics, and something warm touches his face.
It takes him nearly five seconds to realize that “something” is Roman's hand. His bare hand is now caressing his cheek. Roman just takes off his leather gloves to feel him. Jason almost holds his breath and tenses his shoulder, heart beating faster and faster like the poor thing is about to burst out of his chest. He hopes that the red crawling up his neck is not distinct in the dim room, or he will kill Roman and Harvey before killing himself.
Roman’s knuckles drag through his cheek, moving upward to catch his cheekbone, then using his warm palm to pat at the crown of Jason’s hair. Long fingers carefully card through his hair like he doesn’t want to disturb him.
“Roman, he will wake up in no time, and we will be doomed.” Harvey hisses, but all he does is stand by the door, judging from his faraway voice.
“Nah, he won’t. The kid likes it. Every other time I pat him like this, he will relax and fall to sleep quickly, just like a sweet kitten.” Roman purrs and continues stroking his face and hair. His hand goes on and on, setting a soothing rhythm. The room becomes quiet again, save the rustling sound of Jason’s hair. The peaceful silence stretches, and Jason starts to lose his time. He doesn’t know how long it is, just feeling sleepy and starting to doze, despite his heart running like a Flash seconds ago.
“…Harv, give us some privacy, will you?” Roman’s sudden voice pulls Jason back to consciousness. Privacy? His stomach drops. What does the Black Mask want to do with him without any witnesses?
“No.” Harvey puffs,” I probably know what crosses your mind, but I won’t leave you and the kid alone.” Jason hears Harvey sighs and murmurs something such as “I will regret it” or “I will regain it”.
“I only ask for your sake, sunshine, if you don’t mind then.” Roman hums and withdraws his hand. Nervousness chokes Jason. The thin cold sweat covers his bare skin, and then he hears fabrics, followed by the sound of zippers, loud and clear, more fabrics noises, and now he can practically smell it.
He can smell Roman’s fucking cock in front of his face, the scent all strong and musky and mingled with his fancy cologne just as usual, making Jason’s mouth start to water. Fuck the Pavlovian instinct. Jason swallows quietly, Adam's apple bobbing, all those sweet-toxic memories rushing back. Roman likes to use his mouth, loving it. He was keen to tug Jason under his office desk, having him perched at his feet and warming his cock while he signed documents or yelled at whoever it was. Roman’s cock has become some kind of obscene pacifier for him. The weight and taste on his tongue are more than soothing, making him calm and chill, yet hot and desired simultaneously.
Jason’s lashes flutter, he does not dare to peek, but Roman’s lack of action is some kind of torture. He waits and waits, but nothing happens. Jason’s blood rushes through his ears. He can’t see or hear anything. Therefore, he tries to hold himself together by meditating and sharpening his other senses to compensate for his loss of sight. He breathes in and out, relaxing his tensed shoulder, feeling his racing heart slow down gingerly, and then he notices some wet sounds he didn’t pick up seconds ago. Just on cue, Roman’s low moan slips through his teeth, and Jason suddenly realizes what the hell is going on here.
The Black Mask, one of the overlords of the Gotham City underworld, is leering at his sleeping face and jerking off.
“Oh baby boy,” he hears Roman groans, the lewd sound of the precum lubricating the elder’s cockhead fills the almost empty room, ”I know you are still upset with me, but daddy has missed you, angel face. Miss your tight little throat, your bouncy tits, your thick thighs, and that greedy juicy butthole of yours.” The wet noise becomes louder and dirtier, making Jason want to moist his dry lips. “Hmmm… I wish I could take you right now, sugar, making you and this stupid mattress squeaky.”
Jason’s lower belly twists, and he’s glad he’s sleeping on his side, or Roman will find out about his now very tented crotch. The noises from Roman and the scent of the crime boss's arousal overwhelm him, making him dizzy and horny. He hesitates whether he should keep feigning sleep or grabbing that yummy cock and stuffing it into his face. The truth is, he missed the old man too, missed their quality time spent in Roman’s king-size bed, and because of this tense mission, he hasn't gotten off for at least a month or two. He knows this isn’t healthy. The douchebag abandoned him after he found out he couldn't wheedle him to his side. He’s a liar, a bastard, and Jason has warned himself thousand times not to engage with this man anymore. Yet, to be honest, he still has feelings for Roman. Like drugs, you know that is nothing good to you, but you just can’t quit it and want more. Gosh, Jason hates drugs.
“Roman, for god’s sake. Keep your voice down. Even if the kid is out cold, you’re almost loud enough to wake everybody up.” Harvey’s amused voice almost jumps Jason out of his skin. He forgets Dent is still standing by the door and watching this ridiculous show Roman puts on. Roman growls, which makes Jason can’t help but shiver. Luckily the man seems to be getting too involved to notice his subtle movements. Jason can identify that Roman’s breath quickens and becomes more and more ragged. The rhythm of the crime boss fucking his fist is also uneven now. He carefully cracks one of his eyes, only to see that gigantic dick is within a hair’s breadth of touching his cheek. He can see the tips shining with body fluid, and Jason automatically parts his lips to invite it in.
Roman is aware of his move this time but deems it as Jason’s soundly asleep reaction. He indulges himself in guiding his member across Jason’s plump lips, gently painting them with his thick precum. It makes Jason want to squirm, sucking it into his mouth and lapping at that juicy slit. However, this time he remembers that there is someone else around here. He does a pretty good job faking his calmness, inhaling and exhaling evenly to gradually widen his mouth, tempting the crime boss to fuck deeper into it. As if reading Jason’s mind, Roman guides his hardness to enter that pink hole but can’t bottom out because of the teeth blocking his way. It sounds like the Black Mask is already content with what he gets, panting and cursing quietly, and starts moving carefully to enjoy the sweet heat and wetness his boy unconsciously provides.
Jason almost mewls at how good it feels to finally have the man’s cock come home. His lips seal, just like instinctively sucking on a thumb, and from the noises the crime lord makes, he loves it. Roman continues swearing silently, saying that Jason is his precious little whore and was born to suck his cock, saying that he will kill every person Jason once screwed and make sure no one but him can touch his baby boy in the future. He will castrate them like strayed dogs and force them to eat their testicles. The possessiveness between Roman’s lines makes Jason light-headed. It shouldn’t feel so content, but it is. He almost cums in his briefs hands-free just because of those ridiculous words.
Jason can feel Roman’s movements become more and more reckless, out of rhyme, and the taste on his tongue becomes stronger. The old man is about to bust, and Jason knows it. He knows it too well, knowing every sign of it, and he can’t help but tremble as the thrill runs through his spine. Maybe that is the reason for throwing Roman over the edge. The crime boss suddenly lets out a throaty growl and instantly pulls out. Jason’s lashes flutter slightly, looking forward to feeling Roman’s hot semen painting all over his face, then using his penis to rub the mess and make it worse. However, minutes pass, and nothing happens.
“Please don’t tell me you finish on his face.” He hears Harvey’s husky voice. “It will be much more difficult to clean up without jerking him awake, not to mention the smell will linger on his….”
“I’m not.” Jason hears Roman pulling out his pocket square to wipe his hands. He is horrified to slowly realize that he feels disappointed about not getting Roman’s cum on his skin. What’s wrong with him? It’s all so confusing. “I’m a professional after all, have some faith in me.” Jason hears zippers pulling up, and the man’s voice sounds like the cat got the cream.
“You mean you excel in watching people sleep and masturbate?”
“Ha ha, very funny, Harvey. No, I mean I am a professional criminal. Leaving evidence only occurs on rookies. Do not compare me with those empty-headed idiots.”
“Fine. Can we please leave now? You know you’re god damn lucky that the boy is tired, or I’m sure he will bite your face off right after you stand at the bedside. Even though there is barely any flesh left, but still.”
“Harvey.”
“Okay, that’s my bad. I apologize. Should we go?”
“Yes, give me a second.”
Jason’s mind is still high from the smell of sex and the whole surreal scenario. He doesn’t sense that Roman crouches down beside the bed, his breath touching his hot cheek, and then something hard lightly nudges against his forehead.
It’s a kiss from the man sans lips.
“Goodbye, my dear boy. Good dreams.”
Jason’s eyes snap open, only to catch the back of the man and the door about to close. He stares at nowhere in the dark. When the room returns soundless again, he kicks his briefs down and wanks and cums so hard that he sees stars.
***
Nightmares visit again, some “good dreams” indeed, but this time it is a yellow rose that wakes him up. Is it from Roman? Jason muses. He won’t be back so soon to see him, would he?
Jason grabs a T-shirt and leaves his room. Someone is out there. “Hello? Dent? Anyone still up?” He walks alongside the walls and up the stairs with his heart swelling in anticipation. "I can see you moving.”
To his great disappointment, he only bumps into Bloom, who creepily shows from the shadows.