Disclaimers: So very *much* not mine.

Spoilers: None, really. Timeline... a fuzzy point
somewhere before Batman 423.

Summary: Jason likes visiting the Tower. A lot.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17. Content some
readers may find disturbing.

Author's Note: I was playing a looser version of
the crack game with the Jack, and couldn't do
anything with any of the challenges Jack gave
me... so I used one that *Jack* hadn't managed
to use.

Which, weirdly enough, turned into a bunny
Jack gave me ages ago.

Acknowledgments: To Livia and Reilael for
audiencing.

*

He doesn't get to spend too much time at the
Tower.

It's not really against the rules, or anything --
Bruce doesn't actually seem to *have* all that
many rules for him, considering. Don't jump in
without looking, don't drive the car without
him, do your homework before your training.
A few others. On the surface, even with being
Robin, living with Bruce is way better than any
other life Jason could have expected to have with
two dead parents and no other relatives.

Still, there are a lot of things that no one really
talks about -- and one of them is that Bruce
would rather he stay close to home. Closer
than New York -- even though he kind of gets
the feeling that, like, *everyone* is really relieved
that he gets along with Dick.

He guesses that makes sense, though. It's not like
there's a whole lot of precedent for sidekicks
being... replaced.

He doesn't really like that word. For a lot of
reasons.

Jason shakes it off and heads into the living
quarters. Dick has his own place -- a real one,
even -- but Jason would never go looking for
the guy there *first*. Dick was trained -- and
*raised* -- by Bruce. And he's pretty sure the
only thing keeping Bruce from living in the Cave is
Alfred.

There doesn't seem to be too many people
around, but there are all sorts of things he's
picked up in his time as Robin, and one of them
is how to get a feel for a place. The Tower
*isn't* empty. He knocks on Dick's door, and
the sound of footsteps makes him feel a little
smug, like when he reaches under just the right
file cabinet and gets the shell casing or
whatever .

The feeling lasts right up until the door opens,
and Starfire's... really just *right* there. In that
way she has. That way that has nothing to do
with her being *present* and everything to do
with her wearing nothing but a towel on her
head and a robe that would probably be just
the right size for someone who isn't six-four
and *stacked*.

"Jason!"

"Uh," he manages, but it's okay. He's being
really *thoroughly* hugged, and lifted, and
*spun*, and he's got time to do better. She
smells like expensive girl-soap and that
weird-but-nice tangy-spicy thing that's
probably just her. "Hey," he says into her
shoulder, and she squeezes him tight enough
that it's a little hard to breathe.

He can't decide if it's better that he's in civvies or
not. The shorts don't hide anything, but they're
also tight enough that it's difficult to get really
happy about things. Thankfully, she lets go
before too much time passes, and Jason steps
back and tries to catch his balance. And *gets*
caught.

Two big hands on his shoulders and the same
smell of girl-soap and something else altogether
under it -- and then Dick is leaning in over his
shoulder and grinning at him. No towel for
*his* hair, but it's obviously wet, and Dick's
not wearing anything but a pair of boxers.
And... right. "Heh. Bad time?"

He watches Dick and Starfire -- Kory -- share a
look. A warm one, but when they turn back to
him, the smiles on their faces are still easy and
natural. "You're fine," Dick says, and squeezes
his shoulders. "What brings you?"

"Oh, uh." And this is when he wishes he could
say something about crime or whatever, but
a) he's in civvies, and b) it's not like he doesn't
feel like this *every* time. "Nothing much.
Just... you know."

If anything, it makes them both smile *wider*,
and Dick lets go just long enough to throw an
arm over his shoulders and pull him into a
casual hug. "Kid, I *like* the sound of that."

"Hey, it's just a *visit*," he says, but he doesn't
really need to see the looks on their faces for
*that* to know that it isn't the point. Or is.
Sometimes he thinks all the older heroes are
just watching him for signs that he's becoming
Bruce -- Batman. They all seem so *relieved*
when he's really just not.

Like it's something special and good that he's
no one but himself. He smiles to himself and leans
in to Dick's touch a little. And gets squeezed again,
and led toward the kitchen.

"Are you hungry, Jason?"

"What? Oh, no. I ate on the train. Could use a soda,
though."

And really, they need a taller fridge. Or Kory
needs... right. He tries to find something else to
focus on, and winds up looking at Dick's hand,
and the way it hangs loosely over his shoulder. It
really is *just* a hand, but it's not like he sees
Dick out of uniform all that often, and he really
is seriously *out* of uniform.

"Er. Are you sure it's not a bad time?"

Dick grins at him, slow and lazy and knowing --
knowing *exactly* what Jason's trying not to
stare at. "Relax," he says, and punches Jason in
the jaw -- gently -- with his other hand.

There's a lot in that 'relax,' most of it having to
do with the long, not-as-awkward-as-it-should've-
been talk about Tamaranian customs the
second-to-last time Jason had been out here.
Jason nods and tries to will himself not to blush.
And completely fails when Kory spins around
with his can of soda fast enough that her
robe... gaps.

Not *gapes*, but... the golden curve of one
breast is really intensely visible. He takes the
soda and chugs back half of it, wishing for a
beer. When he lowers the can, Kory is frowning
at him, half-curious and half-sad.

"You're uncomfortable," she says.

"What? Oh, I..." He is. He really is. He wishes
he was *just* uncomfortable. He forces himself
to shrug, feeling the way Dick's arm shifts. "I'll
get over it."

She closes the distance between them. It's only a
few steps, but it's also one of those times when
he can *really* buy that Tamaranians are
descended from some sort of cat. Her legs look
like they're about six miles long, and she cups his
face. Her palm is cool from the soda can, but her
fingertips are warm.

Not as warm as her smile. "Uh..."

"We can help you with that," she says.

Dick coughs, loud and artificial, and clearly a
*signal*. Kory frowns. "He's *attracted* to us,
Dick. Both of us."

See, the thing is, a trip to the Tower is *usually*
almost entirely relaxing. Like a little vacation
among the former-sidekick set. He's not feeling
very relaxed.

"I know your senses aren't very powerful, and I
*know* I'm not supposed to proposition all the
people who would probably enjoy themselves,
but --"

"Kory."

She sighs, and looking down just means he can
really *see* that sigh, and her fingers start to
slide down and off his cheek. And it's one of
those moments, like just before the punches
start getting thrown, when he's surrounded by
thugs and it feels like he can see *everything*.
Which one has to fall first to make that one
*run* first. Which one Batman will decide he's
not ready for, and which one Batman will just
stand back and let Jason *hurt*.

Only now it's about the slow slide of Kory's
fingers, and the way the tension in Dick's arm
starts to relax, and how if he doesn't say or do
anything, it'll be awkward for several minutes,
and then Dick will lead him out of Kory's sphere
of influence and they'll... watch *TV* or something.

So even though he isn't really thinking when he
reaches up to catch Kory's wrist, he's also kind of
thinking about everything.

"It's okay," he says. And clears his throat, because
it really came out pretty weak. He turns to look at
Dick, and this close he can smell both of them,
and maybe how it smells when they have sex. He
swallows. "I mean... you know..." I'm not a kid,
he doesn't say, because that's the best possible
way to get treated like one. He tries for his own
kind of knowing smile, instead.

Dick blinks at him.  "Jason...?"

He shrugs again, and looks back at Kory. The lack
of pupils would make reading an expression
difficult if she wasn't, well, Kory. As it is, the
surprise and pleasure just *rolls* off of her, and
makes him feel like...

People should do everything in their power to
make her happy, and not just because those
starbolts could fry a guy where he stood.

"Hey, I'm not *insane*," he says, and grins at her.

"Yes! That's *precisely* it. So many of you are not
*well*." And Kory twists free of his loose grip and
cups his face, beaming at him.

Dick laughs quietly and doesn't really let go so
much as slide his hand to the back of Jason's neck
and stroke the short hairs there. And Jason has
just enough time to shiver at that before Kory's
kissing him, deep and wet and -- not soft. Not
*hard*, but not even *remotely* hesitant.

He hears himself make kind of a squeaking noise,
and then she's tilting his head back -- and *back*.
She's got at least eight inches on him, and he can
feel every one of them. And she kisses like...
like his mouth is really a bowl of milk or
something, short stabbing licks and Jason knows
he's being *tasted*.

She hums into his mouth and stops, and Jason
tries to get his breathing to sound a little less like
gasps. Her eyes are almost *glowing*, and when
she licks her lips Jason's *really* happy he's not
in the shorts, because they'd be *painful* right
about now.

"Dick," she says, never looking away from
Jason's eyes.

"Mm-hmm." There's amusement in his voice, and
his hand is still on the back of Jason's neck,
thumb pushing in to his hair and rubbing. And
then his other hand is on Jason's hip, pushing
him forward a little. "Lean back. I've got you."

"Oh. I." Words are so not happening. He leans
back, and Dick slides the hand out of his hair and
around his chest, holding him steady while Kory
comes in for the kill.

Kiss.

Something. It *is* easier in this position. Or
more comfortable, because 'easy' doesn't seem
like the right word when Dick's hand starts
moving between Jason and Kory, and the robe
is suddenly *open*, and Jason can feel her
*skin*. Through his *clothes*. He moans into
Kory's mouth and reaches up, fumbling with
the towel she still has around her hair until it's
gone, and her hair falls in a damp, heavy
tumble.

It doesn't really *feel* like hair. It feels something
like fur, and something like *alive*, and Dick's
mouth is against his ear. "Makes you just want
to push your face into it and breathe, doesn't it?"

He jerks and Kory bites his lip and Dick's hand
tightens on his hip. "You shouldn't fight, you
know. She'll fight *back*."

And it wasn't like he was *planning* on it, but
he can *see* it. Kory just grabbing him and
throwing him down and -- biting his lip again
*hard* before pulling back to grin with feral
joy over Jason's shoulder. "He *likes* that idea,
Dick."

"Why am I *not* surprised?"

He should say something. He should --

"My turn," Dick says, and spins him around,
hauling him *up* into a kiss that starts out hard
and winds up lazy and slow and... still hard.
Dick's kisses are brief and deep, one after
another, and Kory is stroking Jason's back,
and then *scratching* his back. Not hard
enough to draw blood or rip his shirts, but
*close*.

"Jesus, I --" Have a mouth full of Dick's tongue,
and when he sucks on it a little, Dick pushes
close, shoving him back against Kory and
pushing his shirts up, stroking his chest. No, it's
Kory. Or both of them. And then there are
hands at his fly, and he doesn't know who they
belong to until Dick pulls back and *looks* at
him.

Wet, soft mouth, and serious, questioning eyes.
Jason looks down and sees one of Dick's hands
wrapped around both of Kory's, which are about
two beautiful fractions of a second from getting
his pants open.

When he looks up again, Dick has an eyebrow
raised.

"Do it," Jason says, and doesn't really have time
to appreciate the *heat* that comes into Dick's
eyes before Kory bites the back of his neck and
one or both of them open his fly and shove his
pants and boxers down. "Oh. Oh, *fuck*."

"*Yeah*, kid," Dick says, and Jason knows it was
both of them, because their hands are wrapped
together around his dick. "How do you like it?"

"*Hard*," Kory growls before he can answer,
and Jason lets his head fall back against her
shoulder and lets himself moan. Because it's
true. Because it's fucking *perfect*, and Dick is
almost *studying* his face.

Jason reaches up to hold on to Dick's shoulders,
more just to feel the way the muscles move
than to hold on, because Kory has him and he
*knows* she won't let him fall. "*Fuck*," he
says again and their hands are hot and *tight*
on him, just like he likes it, just like --

Kory bites him again and he can thrusts into
their fists.

"Gonna come for us?" Dick's voice is low and
rough, and yes, yes he absolutely is. Especially
since Kory's *tongue* is in his ear, flickering
fast, in and out again.

"Play with his mouth, Dick," she growls, right
into his ear. "His nipples --" And she bucks hard
against Jason's ass, and Jason's groan turns
into a shout because Dick follows *orders*,
shoving up under his shirt to pinch and scrape
at Jason's nipples with short fingernails before
pulling out and reaching up to fuck into Jason's
mouth with his thumb, over and over.

"Like that?"

"*Yes*," Kory says and makes Dick jerk Jason
faster, harder.

Jason sucks Dick's thumb and lets Kory set the
rhythm of his hips, and she doesn't *have* a
dick, but the feeling is almost the same, the
way she's *moving* him and --

"*Jesus*, that's hot," Dick says, and leans in
over Jason's shoulder. He can't see them kissing,
but he can *hear* it. Wet sounds and the way
Kory won't *let* Dick lose the rhythm, and,
"Mmph, Jason," Dick says, and kisses him around
his thumb in Jason's mouth, and Jason gives up
and comes all over their fists, letting his knees
buckle and shooting a little more when Kory
wraps her other arm around him and squeezes
him tight.

*Definitely* not letting him go.

And then *lifting* him again, and he gets a brief
glimpse of the mild and hungry surprise on
Dick's face before Kory flies them out of the
kitchen and back into the bedroom.

She drops him on the bed and tosses her hair
back over her shoulder, and Jason's too blown
to figure out whether he wants to focus on the
muscles of her neck or the way the rumpled
bed smells like sex. And then Dick walks in and
*looks* at him, looks him up and down and
grins before bending down and ditching his
shorts.

Both of them are *extremely* naked, and the
fact that Jason is still, technically, wearing all
of his clothes seems abruptly both meaningless
and unfair.

And then Kory crawls up over him and straddles
Jason's waist and -- she's *wet*. He can *feel*
her. Wet and -- how had he not *noticed*?
Hairless down there, probably naturally, and he
can feel Dick working on his 'trainers and socks
and.

Maybe everything else, too, but he has no
*idea*, because Kory grabs his wrists and
shoves them back against the mattress and
leans *in*, breasts swinging tantalizingly close.
It seriously doesn't matter that he just came,
and they both clearly *know* it.

Or just don't care. Or -- "Oh God. Oh *fuck*,
Dick --"

"Is he tasting you, Jason?" Kory's hands tighten
on his wrists in a greedy kind of *threat*.

"Yeah -- I -- oh fuck --" *Mouth* on him,
sucking him hard, and it's too soon and then it
really isn't, at all. He closes his eyes against it
and that just makes everything *more*. The
heat and *wet* of Dick's mouth. The dirty
sounds Dick's making around him and the
sweet-salty smell of sweat and all the sex that
happened on this bed and all the sex that's
happening right *now*. The slick *weight* of
Kory on top of him, and if he opened his eyes
he wouldn't be able to *see* Dick, but he'd be
able to see --

Kory *grinning* down at him, rubbing at his
wrists with her thumbs and just... soaking him
*in*. He knows it. He can almost *feel* it.
"In -- inside you --" And he just means all the
ways she's drinking him, *knowing* him, but
her eyes *flare* and she lets go, and turns,
and the feel of Dick's mouth sliding off him
makes him whimper, but they're moving, and
Kory jacks him hard.

The only reason it isn't *rough* is because his
dick is still wet and shiny with Dick's spit. And
then she rears up and *takes* him. Inside for
real -- "oh *God* --"

"Yeah," Dick says, crawling up beside him and
cupping his face, stroking his mouth with his
thumb in almost the same rhythm as the way
Kory's *riding* him. "Can you feel her,
Jason?"

Kory *flexes* around him once, twice, and then
on every downstroke.

"I -- I can't --" Speak. Think. Do anything but
stare into Dick's eyes and watch him watching
*him*.

"She's a force of nature," and Dick's voice is so low
and *sexy* that it's almost like he can feel it, too.
Right now, and in more than just memory. He
moans when Jason does, and Jason knows he
won't be able to *look* at Dick without seeing
him like this. Hungry and turned-on and just --

Kissing him hard, stabbing into Jason's mouth
with his tongue and making him taste himself.
*Smell* himself, and Kory's rocking the bed and
Dick is playing with Jason's nipples again,
twisting one harder and *harder* before
moving to the other and back again.

Jason groans and whimpers into Dick's mouth,
and it's like...

He *was* attracted. He'd *been* attracted, but
that was to the man who walked around like an
Elvis-related nightmare and fully expected
people to take him seriously. And then *made*
them take him seriously, with every punch and
kick and just.

He'd never thought Dick would be more
dangerous with his clothes *off*, but now Jason
can see the way every muscle shifts and moves
the way Dick wants them to. Now he can *feel*
them, and the terrifying grace in everything,
right down to the way he's fucking Jason's
*mouth*.

And Kory is growling again, flexing *harder*
around him, making him *crazy*, and Jason
couldn't stop bucking his hips if he wanted to. If
he *tried*. He can't breathe even when Dick
pulls out of the kiss and slides an arm between
Jason's head and the pillow. All he can do is
watch Kory throw her head back and sweat
and *move*.

And then he feels *Dick* moving beside him,
and looks down and -- it's a problem. He can
watch the way Kory's breasts bounce or he can
watch Dick jerking himself off with fast, even
strokes, or he can try not to make too many
embarrassing noises because it feels so --

Smells so --

Dick grins at him again, and Jason feels his
heart thudding in his chest.

"Lick your hand, kid."

And it's like his hand was just waiting for an
*excuse*, because he doesn't really feel himself
moving it, but it's right *there*, and he licks his
palm and moans against his own skin and --

"Ah -- God. Yeah, jerk me off --"

Kory *whips* her head forward, and she almost
looks *angry*, but mostly she looks fierce and
gorgeous and -- *taking* him. Showing her
teeth in nothing like a smile, and Jason
squeezes Dick, and Dick calls Kory's name, and
she throws her head back again and *yells*.
And it sounds *exactly* like a war-cry, and
she's -- she's fucking *milking* Jason's dick.

He feels himself losing the rough rhythm on
Dick's dick and feels himself arching half off
the bed, pinned down by the hot, sweaty
weight of Kory and coming hard.

"Fuck -- you --" But Dick doesn't finish whatever
he was going to say, just twines his hand with
Jason's own and squeezes almost hard enough
to hurt, making it almost as fast and hard as it
was for Jason, and he wants to *see* it, but
he's barely even breathing.

He manages to open his eyes and turn his head
just in time to see Dick shooting off in a brief
arc, some of which lands on Kory's long, golden
thigh. She wipes it off with two fingers and
brings them to her mouth and... pauses.

And leans in to brush it over Jason's mouth,
looking at him and *seeing* into him, and now
that he's closer to being able to think... he can
think about what that means, and about
everything she probably knows about him now
that Dick just doesn't. And won't.

He licks his lips and swallows, tasting salt and
faint bitterness and watching her strange eyes
narrow. Like Bruce's.

"Mmm," Dick says, and turns enough to throw
an arm over Jason's waist. His smile is even
lazier now, but his gaze focuses in on Jason's
*fast*. No time for anything like a poker
face.

Dick squeezes him. And then Kory *squeezes*
him, and Jason whimpers.

"You okay there?"

Jason nods and smiles back. It'd be harder
*not* to.

"Good."

Kory leans in and rests over him, crushing Dick's
arm between their bodies. She's heavy enough
that her full weight would be a little
uncomfortable, but she's bracing some of it on
her elbows. And nuzzling him.

"How long before we have to send you home?"
Dick asks, from somewhere beyond Kory's hair.

"Hunh? I mean... uh. A while." He can feel Kory
purring against his cheek.

Dick laughs, and somehow manages to squeeze
him again. "*Also* good. Because you're not
going *anywhere* just yet."

Jason snorts. "Got it."

He's covered and mostly surrounded, warm
enough that he'll be *hot* soon, and every
breath tastes like sex. And it's not like he
doesn't like it -- fucking *love* it -- back in
Gotham, but he doesn't get to spend too much
time with the Titans.

It just kind of seems like a good idea to make
the most of it.

end.