Work Text:
Jason likes to think he’s a fairly good boyfriend. He cooks for them whenever Tim’s at his place, he makes him coffee when he notices the tension lines forming on his forehead halfway through a long night of catching up on the boring side of casework. They make out a lot. Tim always seems to enjoy it when they do, judging by the little huffs of air and soft whines he lets past his teeth.
He starts doubting himself the third time he comes without returning the favour.
They’re lying on the couch in Tim’s apartment, curtains drawn tight over the locked windows, the room faintly lit by the glow of a lamp on the side table. Tim’s on top, sucking on Jason’s lips and tongue like he needs it more than air. Jason feels the stutter of the younger man’s breathing as he presses down into Jason’s lap. He lets out a low moan, and then haltingly repeats the motion as he dives back into the kiss, letting his crotch drag tantalisingly over the tent in Jason’s pants.
Jason pulls away for a moment, hands tightening on Tim’s hips as he watches his eyes flutter on his next achingly slow grind down.
Just as Jason slides a thumb into the waistband of Tim’s jeans questioningly, his boyfriend smoothly shimmies down until he’s got his ass against the arm of the couch, glancing up at Jason and licking his lips as he says, “Let me- Can I blow you?”
There’s a lump in Jason’s throat, so he just nods dumbly, helping Tim to pull his length out of his pants. He cradles Tim’s head in his hands, watching with rapt attention as he sinks down slowly over Jason’s cock, pausing as the tip hits the back of his soft palette and then taking a deep breath through his nose before sinking the rest of the way down.
The slick sounds of Tim working Jason’s cock fill the space between them and Jason flexes his hands in Tim’s hair. They’ve already been at this for a while, he was close enough to the edge before Tim even got his mouth on him.
It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for Jason to press his head and shoulders down hard into the couch cushions as his lower back curves off the couch. He lets out a strained groan as he comes hard down Tim’s throat. When he finally looks down, he gets treated to Tim’s widest shit-eating grin as he folds his arms across Jason’s hips and leans his chin on them, eyes glinting as he asks, “Good?” in the most innocent voice Jason’s ever heard from his mouth.
Jason lets his body flop back against the cushions, blinking the spots out of his vision and letting his breathing return to normal as he stares up at the ceiling.
Eventually, he tugs lightly on one of Tim’s ears, gently asking, “Come up here, birdie?”
Tim does, biting his lip as he settles his hips down against Jason’s thighs.
Jason slides his hands down, pressing Tim more firmly into him as he flexes his muscles experimentally. He gets a hitch in Tim’s breathing for his efforts, but as Tim shifts to bury his face into Jason’s neck, the other man carefully angles himself so that his little mound is hovering between Jason’s spread legs rather than pressing down onto one directly. Jason frowns.
“Tim.”
“Hm?”
“What’s going on, dollface?”
Tim’s lips move directly against Jason’s throat, “What d’you mean?”
Jason links his hands together behind Tim’s back, pulling the two of them closer together, “I mean, why d’you always… I haven’t even gotten my hands on your cunt once, baby…?”
He feels Tim’s fingers clenching tightly in the fabric of his t-shirt, bunching the material over Jason’s chest.
His answer was quiet when it came, “What if I never want your dick in me, Jason?”
Jason’s brow drew together. It was a strange way to sidestep his question, but he humoured his boyfriend, following the train of thought, “I’d still want to make you feel good, honey.”
“What if you can’t, though?”
Despite himself, Jason huffed out half a laugh at that, “Tim, you wound me, I’d hope I’d have a little more skill than that…”
“No, I just mean that, like, it… takes a while.”
“Okay…?”
“Like. A long while.”
“Tim.”
“And I don’t like penetrative sex, which means that you’d only be working with my clit, which sometimes gets overstimulated before I-”
“Tim,” Jason said his name firmly, pulling Tim even closer into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of Tim’s head before speaking again, “I want to make you feel good. They way you make me feel good, honey.”
“But-”
“Nope, if you can’t come up with a reason for me not to do this – one that isn’t that you're somehow not worth the effort, wise-ass – then I’m gonna eat you out for the next few hours until you have the best orgasm of your life, baby.”
“Jason, I-” whatever Tim had been planning on saying got cut off when his hips were lifted and lowered over Jason’s thigh. Jason gently started guiding Tim’s hips into a slow, grinding motion which pressed his clothed clit deliciously into the hard muscle.
Tim’s breath is hot and wet against Jason’s chest, his fingers flexing and bending the fabric of his shirt to their will relentlessly as his hips hitched into the movement.
Jason slips both thumbs under the waistband, tugging gently. Tim got the hint, wiggling his jeans off and chucking them unceremoniously over the back of the couch. While his boyfriend was otherwise occupied, Jason had taken the opportunity to pick up a couch cushion and toss it onto the floor before sinking down onto his knees on top. Jason watched, as Tim’s eyes blew wide when he caught sight of his kneeling form.
He let a hand fall to tease at the delicate skin near Tim’s right knee, letting his crooked half-smile take over his mouth as he wiggled his eyebrows and said lowly, “See somethin’ you like, honey?”
Tim nodded, swallowing thickly around the saliva pooling in his mouth. Gently, Jason pushed and prodded at Tim until he was situated with his knees open on either side of Jason’s shoulders. There was a throw pillow supporting Tim’s lower back, and their phones were in another room on ‘do not disturb’. Jason’s grin widened. He intended to take his time.