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Jason shouldered his way into the hotel room and froze. The room was a decent size, but rather than the four twin beds and a sofa that he was expecting, there were two double beds set neatly against the far wall. A mini kitchen took up one corner of the room. An ajar door showed a sliver of the en-suite that took up the other.
“What the fuck?”
“What?” Dick pushed past him, the edge of his suitcase catching painfully on Jason’s calf. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Jason snarled. He stepped into the room to allow the others to spill in behind him. “Where the fuck are the rest of the beds?”
“Oh dear,” Bruce’s voice was frustratingly calm. “It was a bit last minute.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t think we’ll be able to get another room now. We’ll just have to share.”
Jason bristled. No way. No fucking way. He was only on this trip in the first place for Alfred, because the butler had taken ill on one of his regular trips to England and Bruce had wanted all of them to come along. He’d only agreed to stay in the same room as everyone else because their flight had been moved last minute and there weren’t any other options.
All of that was bad enough. There was no way he was going to share a bed with anyone.
“If you think I’m going to share a bed with any of you, you have another thing coming.”
“I concur.” It was the brat. The disdain in his voice was loud and clear. Jason was glad that someone agreed with him, even if Damian wouldn’t have been his first choice.
Bruce rubbed one big hand over his face, then pinched the bridge of his nose, like they were being totally unreasonable. “Look, we don’t have any other option right now, okay. We’re going to have to share. Tim and Damian, you’re with me. Dick and Jason, you can take the other bed.”
“No,” Jason said, at the same time as Damian said, “I will not share with Drake.”
Bruce huffed a sharp breath. His jaw flexed. “Fine. Damian, you share with Dick and Jason you can stay with me and Tim.”
“No,” Jason snapped. Fuck no. He was not sleeping in the same bed as Bruce. “I’ll share with Dick.”
Dick laughed. A muscular arm slung itself around Jason’s shoulders, pulling him close to Dick’s body. Despite himself, Jason flushed. He pushed Dick hard, ducking his head to hide the involuntary reaction.
“You won’t even notice I’m there,” Dick said.
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Jason was certainly noticing that Dick was there.
It would be impossible not to. They had started off as far away from each other as possible, both perched on their respective edges, but the moment Dick had fallen asleep, he’d gravitated towards Jason like a heat seeking missile.
Jason had tried to push him off, but Dick was like a particularly annoying octopus. He had Jason in a grip that would require breaking his arm to escape from. His face was tucked into Jason’s throat. Jason could feel his breath puff against him, slow and deep with sleep. It was hot under the covers, with Dick pressed up right against him. Jason felt flushed and confined.
He should just wake Dick up and tell him to fuck off, but something stopped him. There was an odd fluttery sensation in his gut. His heart thudded in his throat. Having Dick so close to him felt…good.
And it clearly felt good for Dick too. Something hard was digging into the small of Jason’s back. It should disgust Jason, but it only made the warmth in his stomach burn all the brighter.
God, something was wrong with him. He shouldn’t be enjoying this.
Dick sighed. His arm flexed around Jason, tugging him closer. The hard bulge of his erection pressed into Jason’s ass. Jason went breathlessly, perfectly still. He could hear the soft sounds of the rest of his family breathing just a few feet away from them and Dick’s heavier breaths right behind him.
This was wrong. If the others woke up…if they heard them…if Dick woke up…well, Jason doubted they’d be too impressed to find him rubbing himself against his brother’s hard cock.
Still, Jason couldn’t stop himself from pressing back. Dick’s cock slid against the cleft of his ass, separated by only a few thin layers of clothing. His brother groaned low in his throat, hips flexing, his face pressed into the back of Jason’s neck.
Jason shivered. Dick groaned again. His grip tightened, trapping Jason right up against him. He could feel the hard muscles of his belly tightening. The thrum of his heart against his back. He imagined he could feel a similar pulse in the hard line of Dick’s cock, his blood throbbing against Jason’s ass.
Dick rolled his hips. His breath hitched. Jason rocked his own hips in answer. His chest was tight, his heart pounding against his ribs. Arousal pooled low in his belly.
He was struck, suddenly, by the thought of Dick staying asleep. Of Dick fucking him just like this, in slow, lazy strokes, body lost to pleasure, completely unaware that it was Jason spooned against his body, Jason’s ass squeezing him tight. Dick was warm and hard against him. His hot breath fanned against Jason’s neck with every exhale. There was something intensely arousing about that. About feeling Dick’s breath on his skin.
Jason bit his lip. He strained, trying to hear past Dick’s breaths to the rest of his family. They were asleep still - or at least not obviously awake. If Dick stayed quiet, Jason could do this.
Slowly, so slowly, Jason slid his hand between them. Dick sighed as Jason carefully tugged his pyjamas down, freeing his hard cock. Jason’s pulse thudded in his throat. His own breaths came quick and he pressed his lips together to try to muffle any noises. With slow careful movements, he ran his fingers up the length of Dick’s cock. It was blood hot in Jason’s hand, the tip wet with precum. Dick shivered, making a sound low in his throat, his hips bucking to chase Jason’s fingers.
Jason froze. Slowly, he retracted his hand, but Dick seemed to still be asleep. His face pressed into Jason’s neck. His hips flexed, shoving his cock against the seam of Jason’s ass. His arm was tight around Jason’s chest.
Trembling, Jason tugged his own pyjamas down until his ass was exposed. His own cock was impossibly hard, curving up against his belly as he freed it. Precum trickled from the head, wetting the sheets. When Dick thrust against him again, cock touching bare skin this time, it throbbed and Jason gasped - too loud.
Still, no one seemed to hear him. Adrenaline and arousal flooded Jason’s body. It felt like his blood was on fire. This was it. The point of no return.
Jason should tug his own pyjamas back up and go back to sleep. It would be embarrassing, when Dick woke up and realised he’d been humping against his brother, but not irredeemable. Jason could bury his own shameful desire deep and not fuck up the relationship he had with Dick.
But he couldn’t. Not with Dick’s cock a burning line against his skin. Not with Dick’s muscle-thick arm wrapped around him and his abs brushing against his back and his soft breaths against his neck.
Jason shifted, feeling Dick’s cock slide against his ass, and reached back with a shaking hand. Slowly, he pressed against Dick’s cock, nudging it into position until it slipped between his cheeks, the wet head slotting against the tight muscle of his hole. Jason breathed, lightheaded. He imagined he could smell the precum wetting his skin.
Dick made a soft sound and rolled his hips. For a moment, his cock pressed hard against Jason but didn’t breach him. Jason willed himself to relax. Dick’s grip tightened. On the next roll of his hips, Jason’s body opened and the head of Dick’s cock forced his hole wide around it, pushing inside.
Jason groaned as loudly as he dared. Dick sighed, like he was relieved, and rocked his hips forward. His cock slid deliciously against Jason’s inner walls, forcing itself deep into Jason until Dick’s hips bumped against his ass.
Jason lay perfectly still. Dick’s cock was hot and hard and filling him up so perfectly. He ached with it. He’d never been this full. He’d never - this was his brother inside him. His brother’s cock nestled so deep that Jason was seeing stars.
Dick made another soft sound and Jason glanced over his shoulder, suddenly afraid that Dick had woken. But his face was still slack with sleep. There was a soft crease between his brows. Dick shuffled, shifting against the sheets, pressing impossibly closer. He rocked, humping into Jason, although he was already as deep as he could go.
Jason grunted. His throat was tight with arousal and anxiety. The jut of Dick’s hip was bruising against his ass. Still, he wanted Dick closer somehow.
As if hearing his thoughts, Dick humped again, pushing forward rather than thrusting properly. A soft sound escaped Dick’s throat. His cock throbbed inside Jason and Jason’s insides clenched. A harsh breath puffed across Jason’s neck. With how close they were, Dick’s humping forced Jason over onto his front. Dick followed, keeping close, plastering himself on top of Jason.
The weight of his brother forced him into the bed. Jason’s face was mushed into the pillow. He could feel his own hot breath against his skin, the dampness of his mouth smeared over the cotton. His heart beat hard beneath his compressed ribs. Dick’s cheek brushed over his own. His lips were right against Jason’s ear now and he could hear every small noise Dick made.
It was intensely arousing. Dick was inside Jason - he was fucking him - and yet, he had no idea. The thought sent a shiver up Jason’s spine. That Dick wanted him so badly he would fuck Jason in his sleep, that Dick’s cock was hard for Jason, straining inside of him, even if Dick didn’t realise. It stirred something deep inside Jason. Some unnameable need.
Dick squirmed. His hips moved in short, jerky strokes. It wasn’t how Jason imagined Dick would fuck if he was awake, but there was something delicious about it anyway. About how involuntary the movement seemed. Besides, Jason didn’t think he could handle Dick fucking him with purpose - not with their family asleep just a few feet away from them. Not if he didn’t want to wake them up with his own needy moans.
Behind him, Dick’s breathing sped up. His hips jerked, straining against Jason. The cock inside Jason throbbed, so hot and hard. A small noise strangled at the back of Dick’s throat.
Then he was cumming. Semen wet Jason’s insides, sticky and warm. Dick grunted. He pressed down hard against Jason, making a pained gasping sound, before his cock jerked and more cum spurted from the tip.
Jason sucked in a desperate breath. His own hips bucked, but he was caged in completely by Dick’s body at his back. His cock was crushed against the mattress. White-hot pleasure surged through him and he spasmed around Dick, soaking the sheets as he came, clenching down hard on the cock in his ass, drool ruining the pillow beneath his cheek.
It took a while to come back to his body. Dick was still buried in his ass, still asleep. He was limp against Jason, a heavy weight at his back, his arm slack where it was still wrapped around Jason’s chest. A sleepy warmth infused Jason’s whole body in the aftermath of that Earth-shattering orgasm. He didn’t have the strength to push Dick away. Instead, he let his head fall back against the wet pillow and shut his eyes. He squirmed a little, trying to get a bit more comfortable, clenching down against Dick as he did. His brother was still hard, but it was a comforting pressure inside Jason now, rather than urgent. It would be so easy to just fall asleep like this…
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Jason woke to a rush of pleasure. His stomach lurched, heat tingling through his whole body, fizzing in his blood. His face was still pressed into the pillow and when he gasped a startled breath, cotton filled his mouth. Someone shushed him, low against his ear.
Where was he? What - what was happening?
“Quiet, little brother,” Dick groaned. “You don’t want to wake the others, do you?”
Oh. Oh. Jason couldn’t stop a quiet moan from rising in his throat. It was Dick behind him, still pressing him into the bed, his hips working as he thrust steadily into Jason’s used ass. Dick must have woken in the night and found his cock still sheathed inside Jason. Had he felt the cum wetting Jason’s insides, making his cock sticky and easing the slide? Had he assumed he’d fucked Jason whilst they both slept? Had the thought made him horny? Made him long for more?
It had obviously done something for Dick, because the man’s cock was hard and he was pumping in and out of Jason’s ass at a fevered pace. The bed creaked beneath them. Dick’s breaths were so loud in Jason’s ear that he was surprised the others hadn’t woken up already.
Despite having slept through most of it, Jason already felt close. His cock was drooling over the sheets. Everything below Jason’s waist was wet and sticky. It was so hot beneath the quilt. Jason panted. He felt like he couldn’t breathe properly.
“Imagine my surprise when I woke up to find your slutty little ass squeezed around my cock,” Dick growled, low in his ear. His voice was strained with the effort of his thrusts. Jason shivered. This was dangerous. Bruce was right there. “You were so horny for my cock that you couldn’t wait ‘til I woke up, huh? Your ass was too greedy for my cum.” A grunt. “You couldn’t fucking help yourself?”
Jason didn’t tell Dick that it was him who’d fucked Jason. That if it hadn’t been for Dick pressing his cock against Jason’s ass this wouldn’t have happened. Because he was right. Jason had been desperate for Dick’s cock. He’d wanted Dick to cum in him. He’d wanted to feel it hot and wet inside him.
And he’d liked the fact that Dick was asleep. If he’d wanted to, Jason could have woken him. Instead, he’d enjoyed the sleepy, aroused sounds Dick made and the way he’d been drawn to Jason, even unconscious. He’d enjoyed the way Dick had held him close and Jason hadn’t had to pretend he didn’t like that, or put up a token struggle.
Jason was so breathless he couldn’t even moan. Just nodded his head as best he could with his cheek still smashed into the pillow.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dick grunted. “Fuck, Little Wing.”
Little Wing. For some reason, that nickname sent heat flooding through Jason’s whole body. At the same time, the head of Dick’s cock ground against Jason’s prostate on one inwards thrust. Jason seized. He came violently, adding more spunk to the mess that covered the sheets.
“Oh fuck,” Dick gasped, too loud. He thrust hard, forcing himself into Jason again and again. His grip on Jason’s hips was bruising. Jason’s insides felt rubbed raw and still, he wanted Dick deeper. Wanted to be fucked harder.
When Dick came, it was with a strangled, choking sound.
For a moment, they stayed like that, pressed tight together, Dick’s softening cock buried so deep in Jason that it felt like a part of him.
Then Dick rolled away. He stretched, like a cat. Jason stayed where he was, his face buried in the pillow, his sweatpants bunched around his thighs. There was a flash of light as Dick checked his phone.
“3am,” Dick said. His voice was low and husky. “We should get a bit more sleep.”
Jason heard him shift. Then the quilt pulled across him, baring Jason’s leg where it was crooked up on the mattress. Dick sighed. A moment later, his breathing went slow and heavy.
Jason shivered at the brush of cool air against sweat and cum slick skin. Across the room, he could hear the rest of his family breathing. His own pulse thudded in his ears.
He had no idea how Dick could just fall back asleep like that.
Jason was going to be awake for the rest of the night.