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draconicseraphim) wrote2012-04-28 01:24 pm
draconicseraphim) wrote2012-04-28 01:24 pm
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Countdowns and Crossed Wires
Just a quick little DC drabble I'm almost afraid to post this. Um... smut? Though pretty tame as far as that goes. /hides
The first time Jason stumbled into Roy’s bed the archer was certain his friend had to be drunk. It didn’t even register that the first kiss tasted only as Jason smelled, like cigarettes and gunmetal and a quiet rage that left Roy gasping before he could pull away. There was a moment, strong calloused fingers clenching hard into dark locks, when Roy had to fight back the instinctive reaction. Jason had crept in on silent feet, snuck up on a man that had spent more than his fair share of time in a Qurac prison only a few short weeks ago.
Jason was damned lucky he didn’t die right there.
Roy’s heart was racing, his breath coming hard after only that one kiss because of the sharp surge of adrenaline that accompanied it. He didn’t even realize how hard he was holding to his friend’s hair. The laugh that came out on the next breath was shaky and weak, devoid of the usual humor he spent so much time ensuring colored his voice each day. When he was awake anyway. Still, he tried for that fragile humor, shaking his head a little and finally relinquishing his hold on Jason’s hair.
“Whoa... Jay, buddy, wrong redhead.” He muttered, hands going to the other man’s shoulders to nudge him away. The response he got was not at all what he’d expected. A single command, growled lowly against his lips.
“Shut up, Harper.”
And then Jay was kissing him again.
That response wasn’t what he’d expected and neither was anything that followed it. Hands just as rough as his own spilling down his body, pressing them together in a tangle of sheets and too much clothing. The latter of which was quickly remedied, until it was nothing but warm skin on skin, hard bodies rubbing against one another, panting breath and low moans caught between lips that barely parted. That muted fury he knew Jason possessed was a thick, tangible thing between them, coating his tongue like honey but with a taste far more bitter. Jason wasn’t drunk. He was pissed and Roy couldn’t help that fleeting pang in his chest when he realized he had no idea why. There was always that intensity to Jason but something had happened, even if that something was simply a sleepless night of thinking too much it was still something.
Shouldn’t a true friend, a best friend, have a better idea of what would drive a man to this kind of desperate anger that spilled into his mouth with each kiss. But he didn’t know, he might never know. Jason held his cards close to his chest and Roy wasn’t sure the other man would ever let anyone in. Even Kori couldn’t see everything that made Jason tick. Roy just hoped that like this, letting his friend pour that fury into him, he might be able to stave off the inevitable countdown that made Jason’s ticking that of a timebomb. If the two of them, the Red Hood and his band of redheads, could keep that rage in check, take some of it into themselves then maybe, just maybe, they could put off the inevitable.... at least until someone could figure out which wire would be the one to save him.
The first time Jason stumbled into Roy’s bed the archer was certain his friend had to be drunk. It didn’t even register that the first kiss tasted only as Jason smelled, like cigarettes and gunmetal and a quiet rage that left Roy gasping before he could pull away. There was a moment, strong calloused fingers clenching hard into dark locks, when Roy had to fight back the instinctive reaction. Jason had crept in on silent feet, snuck up on a man that had spent more than his fair share of time in a Qurac prison only a few short weeks ago.
Jason was damned lucky he didn’t die right there.
Roy’s heart was racing, his breath coming hard after only that one kiss because of the sharp surge of adrenaline that accompanied it. He didn’t even realize how hard he was holding to his friend’s hair. The laugh that came out on the next breath was shaky and weak, devoid of the usual humor he spent so much time ensuring colored his voice each day. When he was awake anyway. Still, he tried for that fragile humor, shaking his head a little and finally relinquishing his hold on Jason’s hair.
“Whoa... Jay, buddy, wrong redhead.” He muttered, hands going to the other man’s shoulders to nudge him away. The response he got was not at all what he’d expected. A single command, growled lowly against his lips.
“Shut up, Harper.”
And then Jay was kissing him again.
That response wasn’t what he’d expected and neither was anything that followed it. Hands just as rough as his own spilling down his body, pressing them together in a tangle of sheets and too much clothing. The latter of which was quickly remedied, until it was nothing but warm skin on skin, hard bodies rubbing against one another, panting breath and low moans caught between lips that barely parted. That muted fury he knew Jason possessed was a thick, tangible thing between them, coating his tongue like honey but with a taste far more bitter. Jason wasn’t drunk. He was pissed and Roy couldn’t help that fleeting pang in his chest when he realized he had no idea why. There was always that intensity to Jason but something had happened, even if that something was simply a sleepless night of thinking too much it was still something.
Shouldn’t a true friend, a best friend, have a better idea of what would drive a man to this kind of desperate anger that spilled into his mouth with each kiss. But he didn’t know, he might never know. Jason held his cards close to his chest and Roy wasn’t sure the other man would ever let anyone in. Even Kori couldn’t see everything that made Jason tick. Roy just hoped that like this, letting his friend pour that fury into him, he might be able to stave off the inevitable countdown that made Jason’s ticking that of a timebomb. If the two of them, the Red Hood and his band of redheads, could keep that rage in check, take some of it into themselves then maybe, just maybe, they could put off the inevitable.... at least until someone could figure out which wire would be the one to save him.