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Roy collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily and glaring at the ceiling. “Someone remind me why we chose the Boy Wonderbread to be our team leader.”
Donna smirked at him from where she leaned against the counter, not a hair out of place.
“Because Dick has experience leading teams, training new heroes, and working with all of our weaknesses, including your impulsive tendencies.”
Jason snorted, and Roy tossed him a halfhearted glare.
“None of that seems particularly important when my bones have turned to jelly.” Roy shook his legs for emphasis, then groaned as his sore muscles throbbed in pain. “I’m not the only one who thinks we could use a day off, right?”
“Richard has been training us quite rigorously,” Damian added contemplatively. “Even mother gave her assassins one day a week for meditation and honing of the mind.”
Jason’s eyebrows went up to his hairline. He never thought he'd see the day when Damian agreed with Roy on something. He hated Roy, almost as much as he hated Oliver Queen. Shit must be serious.
“Perhaps we can ask to cancel training on Friday in favor of a day off?” Starfire’s hair brightened as she thought of the idea and Jon nodded in agreement, but Roy was already shaking his head.
“Rob’s too much of a hardass, that would never work. Remember what happened our first year with the Titans, when the team asked if we could skip training on Valentine’s Day?”
Kori and Donna winced at the reminder, and Jason made a mental note to ask about it later; he hadn’t heard that story yet.
“Any ideas, lover boy?”
A soft but damp item bounced off his forehead, and Jason glared at the culprit. Roy had thrown his sweaty sock at him.
“Just one.” Jason put a finger up in demonstration. It was his middle finger.
“Roy is right,” Kori chimed in. “You are Richard’s lover. You have the best chance of convincing him.”
Jason flushed at being called Dick’s lover (though the title wasn’t inaccurate), then thought about what they were asking. They were all hopeless optimists if they thought Jason could change his mind. “I may be banging him on the regular, but he doesn’t do preferential treatment, at least not when it comes to Titans stuff.”
Dick took his job as team leader hella serious, and Jason knew if he tried to breech the subject with him, Dick would think he didn’t want to be on the team at best or would spiral and think the team all viewed him as an incompetent leader at worst.
“Maybe you could take him out to dinner or on a surprise date?” Jon suggested. “That’s what mom does when she wants to distract dad.”
“That’s it!” Roy snapped his fingers, sitting up straight.
“It is?” Jon’s eyes went wide.
“No.”
Damian snickered as the younger boy’s face fell.
“But you gave me an idea.” Roy had that look on his face that meant he had another wild, off-the-wall plan. “Distraction.”
Kori tilted her head. “As in staging a fake attack?”
“As in, remember when Jason came into last week’s debrief wearing a thin white tank top, and Dick couldn’t keep his eyes off of him the entire meeting?”
He grinned as his idea slowly dawned on everybody. One by one, heads turned in Jason’s direction, appraising.
“It is… distasteful,” Damian wrinkled his nose, “but might be necessary. Todd, put on your harlot clothes. You must sacrifice yourself for the greater good.”
“Hold on hold on. You want me to seduce my own boyfriend?”
Five pitiful faces stared at him, full of hope and desperation.
Jason rolled his eyes. “What the fuck. I’m in.”
…
Which is how he found himself striding into Friday’s strategy meeting wearing a Nightwing-themed crop top and sweatpants swung low on his hips. Dick loved when Jason wore his colors, and he’d mentioned multiple times how hot he found this particular pair of pants.
Jason had intentionally woken up before Dick and avoided him all morning in order to make this moment more impactful. He also waited until the meeting was well underway before pushing the door open with a loud creak. His entrance was, to put it plainly, unavoidable.
Everyone in the room turned to look at him, but Jason only had eyes for one person. The second Dick took in his appearance, he stumbled over his words, temporarily losing his train of thought. Jason bit back a smirk.
He’d initially agreed to this hairbrained plan to help improve team morale, but fuck it, he was having fun.
Two of his greatest joys in life were fucking with his boyfriend and getting fucked by his boyfriend. If he played his cards right, he could achieve both in one day.
“You’re late,” Dick snapped, and Jason sauntered close enough to get in Dick’s personal bubble, right up in his face. He casually shifted in a way that made the top of his shirt gape open, then watched as Dick’s gaze trailed down down down until they reached Jason’s chest, which was accentuated by a very effective push up bra.
He could tell the moment Dick registered what he was seeing. The man swallowed thickly, then immediately looked anywhere else in the room. One point for Jason.
“Sorry, boss,” he let all his filthy thoughts show on his face and seep into his voice. “I overslept.”
It was a blatant lie, and they both knew it. When a vein on Dick’s forehead pulsed, Jason knew he was close. He just had to bring it on home.
So he curled his lips into his very best pout and tilted his head demurely. “Are you mad at me?”
Dick ran a hand over his face. “No Jason, I’m not mad at you. Now could you take a seat?”
And here’s where the magic happened. Instead of turning around, he ‘accidentally’ knocked a few of Dick’s papers onto the ground.
“Ohmygod I’m so sorry, let me get those for you.”
He bent over to pick them up, which caused three different things to happen at once. 1. His shirt gaped open again, giving Dick a perfect little peek inside 2. His sweatpants rolled down enough to expose the top of his T-shaped thong, and 3. Dick Grayson’s face turned a delicious, familiar shade of red.
The only thing saving Jason’s own dignity was a strategically placed desk in between his ass and the rest of the Titans. That didn’t stop Roy from letting out a loud wolf-whistle.
“Hot damn, son.”
Dick glared daggers at Roy, then grabbed Jason by the arm and dragged him towards the door. “Actually Jason, could I talk to you outside?”
“But what about the meeting?”
He thought he heard him mutter “fuck the meeting,” but he couldn’t be sure.
From what Jason could see before he was yanked out into the hall, Roy had two thumbs up, Damian was looking at him with a combination of admiration and disgust, and Jon’s face was even redder than Dick’s. Poor kid.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind them, Jason found himself pushed up against a nearby wall.
“I know what you’re doing,” Dick murmured, “wearing this and challenging my authority in front of the team.” Dick thumbed the waistband of his sweatbands, and Jason swallowed thickly as that finger stroked the bare skin of his waist.
He was quite certain Dick didn’t actually know what was going on, but it was always better to play dumb and scope out the situation. He wasn’t sure how much trouble he was in with the older man. There were few things Dick hated as much as looking bad in front of his team. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea after all. “Oh?”
Dick nodded, chewing on his lower lip. It was a bad habit that made an appearance whenever he was feeling guilty about something. “I’ve been neglecting you, little wing.”
Jason’s mouth fell open. “That’s… that’s not-”
“There’s been so much to do, between training and planning and team-building, and I’ve gotten caught up in all of it. Ever since we’ve been here, I’ve barely spent any time with you. I’ve been so busy trying to be a good team leader that I’ve neglected to be a good boyfriend.”
Before Jason could protest, Dick was pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, one steady hand on his cheek.
“Dick, you weren’t… I haven’t felt…” Jason struggled putting his thoughts into words. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You’re telling me that if I made more time in my schedule for you, you’d turn me down?”
Jason glanced away, cheeks pink. “I’d never turn you down for that, pretty bird,” he mumbled.
Dick kissed him again, running those gentle fingers down his cheek. The softness in his eyes reminded Jason of all the reasons he fell in love in the first place.
“How about this. Why don’t we spend some time together today, then pick back up with training tomorrow. The team’s been working really hard, and to be honest, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything anyway, with you looking like that.”
His hands drifted to the back of Jason’s sweatpants, then he squeezed. “Have I told you how much I love these things?”
“My sweatpants or my asscheeks?”
Dick’s grin was cheeky. “Both.”
“Asshole.” But he said it the same way he would have called Dick darling or sweetheart. “You gonna look all day, or are you gonna do anything about it?”
“Hell yeah, sugar. Just give me a second to tell the team.” He turned back towards the classroom, then paused. “Oh wait.”
Jason’s head hit the wall as Dick kissed him with ferocity, hands roaming and tongue driving Jason out of his mind. Those hands slipped under his crop top to give his pecs a little squeeze, then roamed higher to bury themselves in his hair.
“You look so pretty in blue,” the bastard whispered in his ear.
“Quit teasin, dickhead.” Jason gasped as Dick bit the spot between his neck and his shoulder in retaliation. “I’m serious!”
“Okay okay,” Dick laughed. “Stay right there, don’t move.” He looked Jason up and down, expression turning fond. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Dick.”
“Okay okay, I’m going.”
Inside the classroom, the rest of the team had been discussing how long they should wait before leaving the meeting and where Dick would hide the body if he actually murdered Jason this time. They were interrupted by the man himself bursting into the room, looking wild and debauched.
His hair stuck out in all different directions, he was out of breath in a way they’d never seen before, and he had a smear of shiny lipgloss on the hollow of his throat. Damian placed a hand over Jon’s eyes.
“I’ve decided we should take today as a team holiday. You guys have been doing great work and deserve some time to rest. Enjoy your day off, you’ve earned it.”
Because Roy was an asshole, he raised his hand. “What about you, Rob? You’ve been working really hard lately, you should take some time to unwind, get some stress relief, if you know what I mean.”
Luckily for Roy, Dick was too distracted by the memory of Jason gasping in his ear to pick up on his euphemisms or his god-awful leer. “I’ll also be getting off today- I mean taking off! I’ll be taking off today!” He flushed red, and Donna snickered. Dick must have realized he could only make the situation worse for himself by staying, so he sped out of the room with a quick “Anyway meeting over have fun bye!”
And with that, he was out the door and dragging Jason to their bedroom, stopping every couple of seconds to press him against the nearest flat surface and kiss him stupid.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Titans cheered.
“That was vulgar and rather traumatizing to see, but even I must admit Todd completed the mission admirably.”
Donna nodded. “We owe him pizza or something.”
“Oh please,” Roy rolled his eyes. “Jaybird doesn’t need to eat out, he’s getting eaten out right now.”
Damian covered Jon’s ears, which was highly ineffective due to the super hearing.
Donna smacked the redhead on the arm. “Don’t be crude.”
“What? I’m not wrong. Besides, I know something better we can get him.”
…
Jason stared at the outfit hanging in his locker in front of his Red Hood uniform.
The outfit consisted of a leather miniskirt, thigh high boots, fish nets, and a sticky note. The sticky note read: Jump City Tigers game next Friday. Don’t forget the lipgloss
XOXO Roy
Jason sighed, but hung the outfit in his closet anyway. The skirt was high quality, and he’d never been able to find thigh highs in his size before. He also knew Dick would positively worship his thighs in fishnets, might even tell Jason to keep them on as he took him apart, piece by piece by piece. The thought made him shiver in anticipation.
What the hell, one more little seduction couldn’t hurt, right?
…
Two weeks later, another outfit appeared in the locker, this time with different handwriting on the sticky note.
By the third time it happened, Jason realized that this was A Thing now. As much as he didn’t really want to whore himself out in front of his teammates, he had to admit their arrangement had its benefits. It was a heady feeling, having Dick’s eyes on him like that. He liked knowing that Dick was willing to cancel all his plans because he couldn’t wait a second longer to get his beautifully scarred hands on him. And honestly? The sex was pretty fan-fucking-tastic.
Jason ended up donning a new outfit every week, and each team member ended up asking for his help at least once, even Damian. Jon was the most unexpected, asking for a day off to fly home for Clark’s birthday. He left a beautiful black dress in Jason’s locker along with a pair of heels that had Donna written all over it.
Jason loved the feeling of putting on the silk dress, but not as much as Dick loved the feeling of taking it off.
…
Around three months in, Jason found a baby blue lingerie teddy in his locker. The attached sticky note simply had a date and a hand-drawn heart. With a jolt, Jason realized the date listed was that Friday, his two year anniversary with Dick.
Well if the cat hadn’t been out of the bag before, it certainly was now. Jason would recognize that heart anywhere; Dick drew it on all the notes he wrote him, from love letters to reminders taped to the fridge.
That Friday, Jason wore the lacy lingerie under a t-shirt and jeans, but he didn’t make it even halfway to the meeting before Dick was yanking him into their bedroom and locking the door.
“What about the team?” Jason gasped as Dick ran both hands underneath his shirt, caressing Jason’s lace-clad skin. “We gotta tell them they’re o-off today.”
Dick grinned, wicked and lovely. “They’re a smart group. They’ll figure it out.”
…
After they had thoroughly broken in the anniversary outfit, Jason rested his head on Dick’s shoulder, content in his arms.
“How long have you known?”
“How long have I known you were hustling me? Or how long have I known that the team was behind it?”
“The team.”
“Since the day Damian wouldn’t stop grinning the whole morning, and then you walked in wearing one of Talia’s hand-me-downs.”
Jason snorted, then kissed the palm of Dick’s hand. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
The older man just shrugged. “It made the team happy, and it meant more time with you. Besides, I can’t really complain about your new wardrobe.”
“Oh my god.” Jason turned around to face Dick accusingly. “You were hustling them back!”
Dick didn’t even have the decency to deny it, the bastard. “One day a week all to ourselves and five people buying you some extremely flattering clothing that I get to then remove? It’s a win-win in my book.”
“You…” Jason spluttered. “You could have given everyone off on Fridays instead.”
Dick just laughed. “It’s more fun this way. Besides,” his voice got that honey quality that only came out during sex, “I’ve enjoyed the free show.”
“You’re incorrigible.” But Jason didn’t really sound all that convincing.
“That’s not what you said when you were asking me to bend you over and-”
Jason put his hands over his ears and shook his head. “Stop stop stop stop stop.” Dick kept laughing, even when Jason kicked him onto the floor.
After his breathing had evened out, he pressed his forehead against Jason's, where it hung over the edge of the bed. “Is incorrigible a dealbreaker?”
“Not a chance, birdbrain. Now shut up and kiss me again.”
“Gladly.”