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This whole mission had been a fool’s errand from the start. Doomed to fail in pain, humiliation, and quite possibly death, so of course Dick-face had been all for it.
And he’d dragged Jason in too, the asshole.
“Consider it a first day bonus! We saw you eying this one when you first got here.” The security head of the very shady strip club they were investigating was a short man with bulging muscles, and slick to the point that Jason could practically feel the oil left behind where the man had clapped him on the shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have,” Jason said dryly, cursing himself in his head. On the couch, two other guards, both just as muscular and far taller, chuckled.
Squashed between them, dressed only in a tiny pair of shorts, a mesh top, and a healthy shake of glitter, Dick gave a weak smile. Somehow, he managed to make the outfit hot instead of desperate, his long, lean limbs firm and sensual in the shadowy light. Jason switched to cursing his sometimes brother, forever nuisance. Only Dick fucking Grayson could trip him up enough for the greaseball to notice.
What the fuck were they gonna do now. It’s not like they were actually going to fuck.
“It’s weird,” the greasy one said, looking between Jason and Dick. “You sure you want this one? You two almost look like brothers.”
Shit. That was a train of thought they did not want this guy going down. And if the sound of Dick’s voice saying little wing made his cock twitch in his pants? That was nobody’s business but his own.
“You really think I look like that?” Jason said aloud. The guards on the couch chuckled, clearly of a similar opinion. “You got a room I can use to enjoy it?”
They still had 3 hours before the handoff was supposed to happen; maybe this would create the perfect excuse for them to discuss strategy and kill some time.
Greasy smiled, just as snake-like as his other expressions, but there was a rod of steel behind it this time.
“It’s a welcome present for you, Mr. Peters, but you wouldn’t be so unkind as to deprive the boys of their show, would you?”
Like hell was on the top of his tongue, his mind racing with a cadence close to panic. What the fuck was going on? Some kind of weird hazing? Some sick joke for the new guy? There was no way this whole room—two dudes on the couch with Dick, three more at the table beyond, Mr. Grease himself—were gonna watch him fuck Dick. The thought of all those eyes on him made his cock shrivel in his pants.
On the couch, Dick’s eyes had widened, ever so slightly. Only someone who’d stared into his stupid face as long as Jason had would recognize the worry that flashed across his face.
That was the other problem. It wasn’t like Dick had ever hinted he wanted to fuck Jason.
He was just about to draw his gun and start shooting, the mission be damned, when Dick’s face focused into an intense, blazing gaze. He stood, stretching his back with the kind of artful grace that made Nightwing such a nightmare to impersonate, and sauntered forward.
“C’mon, handsome,” Dick said, stopping a little too close. “It’s your first day, huh? Why don’t we celebrate?”
His long fingers drummed against Jason’s chest, his voice coy and alluring. Jason’s boots had subtle lifts to push his height past 6’ 5”, but Dick was also in staggeringly high heels, and his lips were distractingly close, plump and biteable. His eyes were ringed in dark liner, and his blue irises seemed to glow in the dim light.
Jason swallowed around his suddenly dry throat. He could hear the rest of the men shifting around the room, a din of laughing catcalls and zippers being pulled down.
“Just wait until you turn him around and see what we’re seeing,” one of the men on the couch sneered, his eyes trained on Dick’s ass. “Gonna make you cream your pants, newbie.”
Without a conscious thought, Jason’s head snapped up, a snarl at the ready, but as always, Dick was faster; hands curled around his nape and yanked him down, their mouths crashing together.
Dick tasted of toothpaste and peppermint gum, and his teeth lightly grazed Jason’s bottom lip. For a second, Jason was dizzy with it, the heat of Dick’s mouth and his hands and his deceptively slim waist in Jason’s arms.
Fuck it.
Jason kissed back, curling his arms tighter around Dick and jerking their bodies together. He swallowed Dick’s noise of surprise by slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth like a starving man licking clean a plate. Dick’s basically naked skin was soft as Jason dug fingers along his spine, fitting into the valleys between muscles and the winking dimples above his ass.
It was heaven, as good as he’d ever imagined. Dick was a skillful kisser, and he was moving his talented mouth with just as much enthusiasm and a lot more grace.
At some point, his eyes had fallen closed, but they shot open again when Dick suddenly gasped, pulling back.
“Sir!” he said, his voice breathy and weak and at sharp odds with the focused look on his face, his back to the room. “Please, that hurt.”
Jason immediately opened his mouth to apologize, but his eyes found the security head’s first, an abrupt reminder of their audience. The other men in the room were laughing and palming themselves, focused only on the show, but the greasy asshole’s eyes were narrowed, his smirk growing even more shark-like. And Jason finally realized what Dick must have known all along.
This was a test, not a reward. They wanted to see what a man like Jason was pretending to be would do with a prize like Dick.
For the span of a heartbeat, Jason was frozen with indecision. If he didn’t do this, he wasn’t likely to get past that second door, and they would have to start all over. The gun running, the apparent trafficking, all of that would continue while they figured out plan B. Dick would likely have to stay around, getting ogled and touched and pressured into who knows what.
But if he did do this…how could he do this.
“Sir!”
Dick’s voice was weaker and more pained than ever, and maybe some of it was real because Jason realized with horror that his hands had clenched down far too hard. But when he looked at Dick’s face, there was no trace of pain or appeal. His expression was all Nightwing, his eyes narrowed into a challenge.
Get on with it.
“Do I—” Jason pitched his voice low and hard, sinking a hand into Dick’s hair and yanking his head back, “—look like I give a shit how you feel?”
Dick yelped, his hands flying up to paw uselessly at the hand in his hair, as Jason leaned forward, keeping Dick’s hips pinned with am arm around his waist as he bent him into a backbend that would have broken any other man. Dick flailed, his hands swinging violently as he made a show of scrambling for something to hold onto as his feet slipped around.
Without giving Dick time to adjust, Jason carried him to the closest wall, spinning him around and slamming him into it. Dick’s pained shout was muffled by the wall as Jason kept their hips pinned, biting and sucking at Dick’s neck while he groped for the buttons of his shorts.
He rubbed his 5 o’clock shadow into Dick’s neck and shoulders, left hickies sucked into the hinge of his jaw. From this angle, Jason was basically hiding all of their movement; if they sounded convincing enough, maybe they could get out of this without actually having to fuck.
Dick seemed to be on the same page. He was moaning and fighting in a loud, showy, and completely ineffectual way, waving his arms and legs and crying out. One of his hands scratched Jason’s face, just hard enough to leave a mark, and Jason used it as an excuse to slam Dick’s head, covered by his own hand, into the wall.
“Stop being a bitch and do your fucking job,” he snarled, rubbing his thumb in the spot behind Dick’s ear as an apology.
Dick groaned, sounding more pained than the last time he got shot. His hand clamped onto Jason’s wrist like he was trying to stop him, even as his thumb rubbed back.
“Please, sir,” he rasped into the wall, sounding shaken and scared. “I can make it so good for you, if you just give me the chance. I’ll give you a show, let you come on my face, anything!”
Visions of exactly what Dick was describing exploded behind his eyes, and Jason froze for a moment, captivated. But then Dick dug his nails into Jason’s wrist, and he remembered the crowd of people behind them, the sound of skin rubbing on skin.
Right. No time for fantasies.
“You’re not going to let me do anything,” Jason snarled, flipping Dick around. He pulled Dick’s tiny shorts down his thighs and unbuckled his own pants, trusting the angle to hide that they were both still wearing underwear. Then, he reached down with both hands and scooped Dick up by the knees, slamming him back against the wall.
The men cheered behind him, and Dick’s eyes went wide as he was bent in half, a charming blush staining his cheeks; something inside of Jason preened at the obvious impression his show of strength was having. He ground his hips, hard, against Dick’s ass.
“Fuck him up!” yelled one of the guards.
“Split that ass in two!”
Dick shot Jason a split second of a look, a tiny flint of challenge in his eye despite his flushed face. Shaking hands wrapped around Jason’s neck, before he tilted his head back and let out the dirtiest moan Jason had ever heard.
“Please, your cock is so big . You’re gonna break me!”
Jason almost laughed aloud, except that Dick had that look in his eyes, like he’d thrown down a gauntlet. Fine, if Dick wanted to play this game, they could play this game.
“Really?” Jason slapped his palms against Dick’s ass, leering as predatorily as he could. “A slut like you in these little shorts, I bet you’re all loose and ready for me.”
“No, no, I’m not loose!” Dick cried, his vocal pattern somewhere between a 1930’s starlet and a cartoon damsel.
“Why don’t you prove it then?” Jason pitched his voice low, as villainous as he could make it. “You’re gonna be a good slut and take what I give you. And you're gonna like it.”
Dick jerked in his arms, eyes flickering around the room. His wide-eyed expression was so good Jason almost believed he really was nervous.
“Please don’t hurt me, mister,” he whimpered. Jason laughed cruelly, trying desperately not to let that whimper go straight to his dick.
“I won’t hurt you if you’re good, you get me?” he growled back, ignoring how stupid he felt. At least, judging by the slick sounds behind him and the murmured curses, his audience was into it.
Dick dropped his gaze to somewhere around Jason’s collar. His face, Jason realized, was suddenly redder than ever.
“I said,” Jason started slowly, cupping Dick’s chin and forcing their gazes to meet, “do you understand, pretty bird?”
Dick gasped at the nickname. From this angle, Jason could see how blown his pupils were.
“Yes, sir,” Dick said, his voice raspy. His eyes flickered to Jason’s mouth.
That was the last straw. Praying he wouldn’t regret this later, Jason dove forward again, this kiss somehow even more frantic than the first. He let Dick’s legs slip down, and Dick immediately wrapped them around his waist, using the new leverage to push himself higher, until Jason’s head was tilted back and Dick was kissing down into his mouth.
“Good,” Jason murmured as they broke for air. He pressed kisses down Dick’s neck, before going back to his mouth. “You’re being so good, pretty bird.”
He could feel Dick’s full body shudder, and it gave him the confidence to slip a hand between their bodies. His boxers were easy to slip to the side, and Dick, that fucker, had on a thong that was even easier.
He would have been mortified over the amount of precome leaking from his tip, if Dick wasn’t in a similar state. Dick’s cock was a pretty thing, a nice weight against his palm, lightly veined with an uncut head. He wrapped a hand around them both, and Dick actually whimpered, his body crumpling against Jason’s shoulder.
“Jesus, you feel good,” Jason groaned. His legs went weak for a moment, and he scrambled to keep them upright, slamming them both back against the wall. That little edge of pain was enough to drive him over the edge. He kept stroking even as his release slipped over his fist, and Dick had followed him over the edge before he was even done.
For a long moment, they just breathed against each other. Dick smelled like sweat and cheap perfume and, underneath that, the musk that was unfairly delicious for just being Dick.
“That was an excellent show, Peters.”
Jason jumped, accidentally letting go of Dick, who crashed back to his feet, bracing himself against the wall. Hastily tucking himself back into his pants, Jason turned around to find a room of men with their cocks in their hands.
Somehow, he had forgotten about their audience.
“That was very nice,” said Greasy, the only one without a hand down his pants. “You’re going to fit right in here. How about we take a little walk?”
He reached out to Dick, a roll of $20s in his hand.
“Here, sweetie, for your time. How’bout you go back to your shift now? And let’s keep this little scene to ourselves, alright?”
Dick, who’d gotten his shorts back around his hips, walked forward, the perfect mix of timid and desperate. He accepted the money and nearly ran for the door one of the men held open for him.
Right before it closed in his face, Jason could see him wink, a smile on those pink lips, and for a second, Jason wanted to run after him, tackle him to the ground and start round two.
But then the door was closed, and his brain kicked back in. He turned to his new, temporary co-workers.
“Well, with perks like that, how can I say no?”