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Fic: Never heard the warning bell...
Title: Never heard the warning bell...
Author: Munnin
Rating: heavy NC-17 for consenting sexual violence
Characters: Roy/Jason
Fandom: Band!AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the busted couch on which I write.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: When Jay goes off the rails, Dick calls in some help. Follows on from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
byday_bynight’s brilliant and troubling You're a brat.
Finding Jason when he went off like this wasn’t hard – find the dingiest bar within walking distance of the gig, look for the biggest fight and Jay will be in the middle of it all.
Roy let himself drift quietly through the crowd, trying to be inconspicuous. He grabbed a drink and circled the bar. There was more than a few people here who looked pissed off enough to have been fleeced. Most of them were glaring at the table in the corner. So the fight hadn’t started yet...
He found a comfortably shadowed corner and waited.
Jay leant over the pool table, eyeing the game absently. The biker he was playing against tossed some comment his way, something designed to put Jay off his shot but Jay ignored it, refusing to give the guy the rise he wanted.
From where he was standing, Roy could tell Jay was throwing the game, missing crucial shots and down-playing his skill. And the biker was falling for it. Two games passed before Jay offered the guy double or nothing.
Four minutes later, the biker threw the first punch and Jay caught it with the same arrogant ease with which he played.
And then the biker’s friends weighted in. All dozen or so of them.
The archer stood back in quiet contemplation, watching his friend. Jay was his most beautiful when he was fighting. There was a poetry to his movement, a grace in his violence and Roy understood what Bruce saw in that kid so many years again...
And what scared Dick now.
Roy waited for the moment when Jay was in actual trouble rather that just enjoying the fight before he stepped in. He caught a cue on the upswing as it narrowly missed Jay’s jaw. “Mind if I have this dance?”
“You really wanna play Red?” Jay growled under his breath, snapping his cue over the first biker’s head. “Thought you were going to spend the whole night standing in that corner, perving on my ass.”
“Yeah well.” Roy grinned, knocking another guy down. “Couldn’t let that cute ass get kicked now could I?”
Jay totalled the last biker, his eyes blazing as he turned on Roy. “What? Didn’t think I could handle them myself!”
Roy let Jason advance on him, dropping his voice. “Dick’s worried about you Jay.” He brought his hand up to cup the Robin’s cheek. “You’re rollin’ too hot lately. You’ve got him scared.”
Jay growled and pushed Roy away, grabbing his bourbon and downing it. “Dickie can go to hell.” He flung the glass at the wall, ignoring the circling security staff as it shattered. “I don’t need this shit. Why the hell should you care?”
They had the attention of the entire bar now and everyone was watching. Roy waved at the bouncers to stand down as Jay paced the floor. He waited till the Robin cooled down a bit before approaching him again. “I care because I’m worried about you too.” He said quietly, taking the fact Jay wasn’t actively trying to break his arm as a good sign. “Come back to my place for a while. We can have some more drinks, shoot the breeze...” He inched closer, eyeing the nervous bouncers as he closed his hand around Jay’s arm. “This place is a dive anyway. Let’s get out of here.”
Jay snorted, pocketing his winnings off the table and stepping over the fallen bikers to grab his jacket. “Beer’s shit here anyway. Let’s roll.”
***
As Jay slammed though the door of Roy’s small flat, the archer knew he’d made the right call getting Lian to stay with Connor tonight. Jay was wound up and strung out, just as Dick had said.
“What have ya got to drink around here?” Jay demanded, tossing his coat on the couch.
“There’s whiskey in the cupboard above the fridge.” Roy answered levelly. “Pour me one while you’re at it.” He watched as Jay when hunting through the kitchen. The bird was well off base for sure. No wonder his brothers were worried.
“So?” Jay growled, pushing a half full tumbler at Roy before sprawling on the couch, bottle in hand. “Suppose you’re gunna lecture me on the wickedness of my ways now? Or you just gunna keep me here till Dickie turns up to do it?”
“Dick’s not coming round Jay.” Roy sat his glass on the table slowly, sitting down at Jay’s side. “It’s just you and me.”
Jay took a long draught from the bottle. “So what? You’re Dickie’s lap-dog now? I fuck up and he calls you in to straighten me out? Or is he just too chicken to do it himself?”
Roy growled and snatched the bottle from the Robin’s hand. “Are you hearing yourself Jay! What is your problem?”
“Ask that fucker Grayson.” Jay hissed in return. He lunged for the bottle but Roy moved faster, the dark liquor slashing on the carpet as he tried to snatch it back.
“I did!” Roy yelled, slamming the lid back on and tossing the bottle out of the way as Jay grappled with him. “Dick said you’ve been running from them, getting drunk and starting fights. Too much to just be blowing of steam. He’s worried you’re gunna get hurt.”
“I can handle myself!” Jay growled as he charged at Roy but his pickled reflexes were no match for the sober Arrow. “I’ll show that fucker just how well I can hold my own.”
“Really?” Roy asked, grabbing Jay’s arm and forcing it up behind his back. “’Cause it doesn’t look like it from here.” He ripped open the Robin’s shirt, revealing a patchwork of bruising and cuts before throwing Jay back down on the couch. “What’s the deal Jay?”
“Fuck off Red!” Jay bellowed, bouncing up and diving at Roy, wrestling him to the floor. “I don’t need your fucking help!”
“Yes you do!” Roy rolled them over, pinning Jay down with his broad, powerful hands. “I watched you fight tonight Jay. I saw the shots you didn’t block.” He grabbed the drummer’s shoulder and pressed his thumb into the broken line of bruising where the pool cue landed.
Jay groaned and bucked, fighting Roy’s grip.
“You let that one connect Jay!” Roy ground down on the wound. “You let him hit you. Why?” When the Robin didn’t answer, he pushed harder, pressing down on the swollen flesh.
The sound Jay made was closer to a moan that anything else, his eyes clouded with pain but...
And then Roy got it...
“You want to be hurt don’t you? DON’T YOU?” He yelled, slapping down on Jay’s discoloured skin. “Say it!”
Jay yelped and arched under him, bitting his lip.
“Why Jay? Tell me!” Roy roared but the Robin refused to answer. “Tell me!” Roy felt the rage building in him. He grabbed Jay’s arm and hauled the young man up, throwing Jay towards the bedroom. “Do you want me to hurt you Jay? Huh? Is that what you need?” He flung Jay down, the whole bed shifting with the force and then he saw Jay’s face and the anger drained away.
Jason’s look was one of absolute misery, of hurt well beyond physical pain.
“Shit Jason.” Roy muttered, crouching at the Robin’s side. He cupped Jay’s face, brushing away the hot tears that trailed down the younger man’s face. “Tell me what you need.”
“Hurt me.” Came Jason’s bleak answer.
Roy ran a hand over Jay’s cheek protectively. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
Jay’s answer was so clear, so decisive that Roy accepted it without comment. “Strip. Now.” The words came out as a command and Jay obeyed; further proof of how bad things were. “Hands on the wall. Feet apart.” Roy reached for the tube of arrows in his cupboard, pulling out a light, Port Orford cedar practice arrow – long and flexible.
He paused a moment, resting his hand on Jay’s shoulder. “Tap out at any time.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the base of the young man’s skull.
Jay signed, leaning back into Roy’s touch. “Do it.” he breathed, his voice heavy with drink and need.
The steel target head tucked safely in his gloved hand, Roy whipped the shaft down hard across Jay’s back. The crack of the wood against skin was almost lost in Jay’s moan as Roy struck, blow after blow on the young man’s back.
From shoulder to thigh, long welts that ended with fine, bleeding cuts from the feathered fletchings bloomed over Jay’s already scared skin. Roy watched the bird’s hand, waiting for the tap-out but Jay pushed back into each blow, his cries broken and lost.
Finally Jay’s knees buckled and Roy threw aside the ruined arrow to catch him. “Enough?” he asked gently as he lowered Jay to the bed, ignoring the wells of blood that smeared under his touch.
Jay shook his head wearily, pushing up onto his knees to present his abused ass to Roy.
“You sure?”
Jay glanced at the archer, his voice dark and shattered. “Make me burn Red.”
Roy stripped quickly, reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
“No.” Jay snarled, trying to knock the small bottle from the archer’s hand but Roy pinned him neatly.
“You’ll feel it Jay. I promise.” Roy reassured. “But I won’t hurt you like that.”
Jay relented slowly, falling back to the bed as Roy slicked himself.
Roy rested a hand on Jay’s spine, watching as the bird’s hands clenching in convulsive fists. “Do you need me to tie you?”
Jay nodded slowly, resting his cheek on the bedspread as Roy wrapped a belt around his wrists, binding them behind his back.
“I’m not going to be gently.” Roy cautioned, rubbing his cock over Jay’s ass now that the bird was safely pinioned. “Be sure.”
“I am.” Jay growled, his words lost in screams as Roy pierced him.
It’s been years since he’d gone this raw with anyone and Roy felt the burn just as keenly Jay. The Robin’s ass clenched down on him like a vice and he was suddenly and profoundly glad he wasn’t wearing his Frenum Ladder. He inched in, taking it slow, one hand resting on Jay’s bound wrists so the bird could squeeze his fingers to tap-out.
“Stop teasing you prick.” Jay hissed, sounding like himself for the first time all night and Roy let loose, ploughing Jay into the bed.
Jay grunted breathlessly as Roy took him hard. Every muscle in the younger man’s body strained, his skin dappled with blood and sweat as the archer gave him the pain he craved. Just as his vision started to white out, strong fingers closed around the base of his cock, dragging him back from the edge before driving him forward with each thrust nailing him to the mattress.
Before the end, Jay cried and begged and screamed for release but he never tapped. Only when Roy’s own muscles were at the point of giving out did he let the captive bird come.
Jay’s moan reverberated though the apartment. His whole body a whip-lash of tension as he spilt, almost untouched, onto the bedspread, collapsing completely on the moment of release.
***
Jay woke to the feeling of a damp cloth being pressed to his burning skin, cool slave chasing the lines across his back.
“You good?” Roy asked quietly, rubbing balm into the cuts.
“I’m good.” Jay rolled over as Roy ran his fingers over his wrists, soothing the friction burns.
They both knew Jay wasn’t much of a cuddler but the bird seemed content to rest his head on Roy’s chest as the archer played with his hair.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Roy asked after long moments of silence.
Jay shrugged, shifting off the bed.
Roy watched Jay careful as he vanished into the loungeroom. There was a winch in the Robin’s walk and Roy wasn’t quite sure if Jay was coming back.
But Jay wondered back in, an unlit cigarette in hand. “D’ya mind?”
“Nar.”
Jay lit up and dropped back to the bed, once again resting his head on the Archer’s chest. He took a deep drag, watching coils of smoke raise towards the roof. “I screwed up Roy.” He said softly. “I really screwed up.”
Roy carded his fingers though the younger man’s hair. “What happened?”
“I hit on Damian.”
“You what?” Roy’s hand stilled.
Jay took another long drag. “I went out after a gig a couple of weeks back and got smashed.” He shrugged, “D came to drag back to the hotel. I’d been drinking a while and... You know how I get sometimes...”
“Yeah I know.” Roy muttered seriously. “Fuck man. Did you...”
Jay shook his head, rolling over the stub his smoke out on the sole of his abandoned boot. “He managed to knock me out before I did anything serious but...” he buried his face in the mattress. “Oh shit Roy. I would have. I really would. God he looked so...”
“But you didn’t.” Roy assured, pulling Jay back to him.
“But I would have, and D knows it. He hasn’t allowed himself to be alone in a room with me since.”
Roy sighed quietly. “That’s why you’re hurting yourself getting into fight.”
“Yeah. I figure if I let it out some other way I won’t...” Jay pushed away, perching on the edge of the bed with his back to Roy.
Roy followed him up, running his hand up Jay’s welted shoulder. “Or you could leave off drinking for a while?”
“Don’t know that it’d help.” Jay’s shoulders slumped. “It’s like a genie – once you’ve let that fucker out of the bottle...” he sighed. “I just can’t help thinkin’ how fine the kid’s gunna be when he grows up.”
Roy rested his hands on Jay’s shoulder, kneeling behind the Robin to pull him close. “Still worried you’re going to do something you shouldn’t?”
“Won’t happen.” Jay muttered vehemently. “I won’t let it, not again.” He leant into Roy, resting his head on Roy’s shoulder. “I was selling my ass on the street when I was his age and I ain’t gunna let that kinda hurt come to my little brother.”
“Even if it means hurting yourself instead?”
Jay shrugged. “I can take it.”
“It’s not going to work though.” Roy shifted around to look Jay in the eye. “You’re going to drive yourself mad over this and how will you protect him then?” He touched Jay’s face. “Have you talked to Dick about what happened?”
“Ya kidding right?” Jay’s eyebrow shot up. “Tell Dickie I’m lusting after his underage Robin? He’d gut me!”
“You’d be surprised.” Roy mused darkly, all too aware of the issues Dick’d had with Bruce in his teen years. “Have you talked to Damian?”
“Nope.” Jay shrugged Roy off and paced the room. “Poor kid too afraid to even be in a room alone with me.
“Jay, Damian might be a kid but he’s a Robin, and he had Dick as his Bat. I doubt fear is the issue. Just talk to the kid. Tell him you’re sorry. Tell him what you told me about wanting to protect him from harm. See what he has to say.”
“Can’t Red.” Jay flopped back onto the bed. “Still drunk. Can’t trust myself.”
Roy ran his hand down Jay’s reddened back. “Then stay with me tonight and we’ll go back to the hotel in the morning. You don’t have to do this on your own.”
“Yes I do.” Jay muttered, letting Roy pull the blankets up over then both. “But I could use your help running interference with Dickie.”
“Done.” Roy whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of Jay’s neck. “It’s going to be ok.”
Author: Munnin
Rating: heavy NC-17 for consenting sexual violence
Characters: Roy/Jason
Fandom: Band!AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the busted couch on which I write.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: When Jay goes off the rails, Dick calls in some help. Follows on from
byday_bynight’s brilliant and troubling You're a brat.Finding Jason when he went off like this wasn’t hard – find the dingiest bar within walking distance of the gig, look for the biggest fight and Jay will be in the middle of it all.
Roy let himself drift quietly through the crowd, trying to be inconspicuous. He grabbed a drink and circled the bar. There was more than a few people here who looked pissed off enough to have been fleeced. Most of them were glaring at the table in the corner. So the fight hadn’t started yet...
He found a comfortably shadowed corner and waited.
Jay leant over the pool table, eyeing the game absently. The biker he was playing against tossed some comment his way, something designed to put Jay off his shot but Jay ignored it, refusing to give the guy the rise he wanted.
From where he was standing, Roy could tell Jay was throwing the game, missing crucial shots and down-playing his skill. And the biker was falling for it. Two games passed before Jay offered the guy double or nothing.
Four minutes later, the biker threw the first punch and Jay caught it with the same arrogant ease with which he played.
And then the biker’s friends weighted in. All dozen or so of them.
The archer stood back in quiet contemplation, watching his friend. Jay was his most beautiful when he was fighting. There was a poetry to his movement, a grace in his violence and Roy understood what Bruce saw in that kid so many years again...
And what scared Dick now.
Roy waited for the moment when Jay was in actual trouble rather that just enjoying the fight before he stepped in. He caught a cue on the upswing as it narrowly missed Jay’s jaw. “Mind if I have this dance?”
“You really wanna play Red?” Jay growled under his breath, snapping his cue over the first biker’s head. “Thought you were going to spend the whole night standing in that corner, perving on my ass.”
“Yeah well.” Roy grinned, knocking another guy down. “Couldn’t let that cute ass get kicked now could I?”
Jay totalled the last biker, his eyes blazing as he turned on Roy. “What? Didn’t think I could handle them myself!”
Roy let Jason advance on him, dropping his voice. “Dick’s worried about you Jay.” He brought his hand up to cup the Robin’s cheek. “You’re rollin’ too hot lately. You’ve got him scared.”
Jay growled and pushed Roy away, grabbing his bourbon and downing it. “Dickie can go to hell.” He flung the glass at the wall, ignoring the circling security staff as it shattered. “I don’t need this shit. Why the hell should you care?”
They had the attention of the entire bar now and everyone was watching. Roy waved at the bouncers to stand down as Jay paced the floor. He waited till the Robin cooled down a bit before approaching him again. “I care because I’m worried about you too.” He said quietly, taking the fact Jay wasn’t actively trying to break his arm as a good sign. “Come back to my place for a while. We can have some more drinks, shoot the breeze...” He inched closer, eyeing the nervous bouncers as he closed his hand around Jay’s arm. “This place is a dive anyway. Let’s get out of here.”
Jay snorted, pocketing his winnings off the table and stepping over the fallen bikers to grab his jacket. “Beer’s shit here anyway. Let’s roll.”
***
As Jay slammed though the door of Roy’s small flat, the archer knew he’d made the right call getting Lian to stay with Connor tonight. Jay was wound up and strung out, just as Dick had said.
“What have ya got to drink around here?” Jay demanded, tossing his coat on the couch.
“There’s whiskey in the cupboard above the fridge.” Roy answered levelly. “Pour me one while you’re at it.” He watched as Jay when hunting through the kitchen. The bird was well off base for sure. No wonder his brothers were worried.
“So?” Jay growled, pushing a half full tumbler at Roy before sprawling on the couch, bottle in hand. “Suppose you’re gunna lecture me on the wickedness of my ways now? Or you just gunna keep me here till Dickie turns up to do it?”
“Dick’s not coming round Jay.” Roy sat his glass on the table slowly, sitting down at Jay’s side. “It’s just you and me.”
Jay took a long draught from the bottle. “So what? You’re Dickie’s lap-dog now? I fuck up and he calls you in to straighten me out? Or is he just too chicken to do it himself?”
Roy growled and snatched the bottle from the Robin’s hand. “Are you hearing yourself Jay! What is your problem?”
“Ask that fucker Grayson.” Jay hissed in return. He lunged for the bottle but Roy moved faster, the dark liquor slashing on the carpet as he tried to snatch it back.
“I did!” Roy yelled, slamming the lid back on and tossing the bottle out of the way as Jay grappled with him. “Dick said you’ve been running from them, getting drunk and starting fights. Too much to just be blowing of steam. He’s worried you’re gunna get hurt.”
“I can handle myself!” Jay growled as he charged at Roy but his pickled reflexes were no match for the sober Arrow. “I’ll show that fucker just how well I can hold my own.”
“Really?” Roy asked, grabbing Jay’s arm and forcing it up behind his back. “’Cause it doesn’t look like it from here.” He ripped open the Robin’s shirt, revealing a patchwork of bruising and cuts before throwing Jay back down on the couch. “What’s the deal Jay?”
“Fuck off Red!” Jay bellowed, bouncing up and diving at Roy, wrestling him to the floor. “I don’t need your fucking help!”
“Yes you do!” Roy rolled them over, pinning Jay down with his broad, powerful hands. “I watched you fight tonight Jay. I saw the shots you didn’t block.” He grabbed the drummer’s shoulder and pressed his thumb into the broken line of bruising where the pool cue landed.
Jay groaned and bucked, fighting Roy’s grip.
“You let that one connect Jay!” Roy ground down on the wound. “You let him hit you. Why?” When the Robin didn’t answer, he pushed harder, pressing down on the swollen flesh.
The sound Jay made was closer to a moan that anything else, his eyes clouded with pain but...
And then Roy got it...
“You want to be hurt don’t you? DON’T YOU?” He yelled, slapping down on Jay’s discoloured skin. “Say it!”
Jay yelped and arched under him, bitting his lip.
“Why Jay? Tell me!” Roy roared but the Robin refused to answer. “Tell me!” Roy felt the rage building in him. He grabbed Jay’s arm and hauled the young man up, throwing Jay towards the bedroom. “Do you want me to hurt you Jay? Huh? Is that what you need?” He flung Jay down, the whole bed shifting with the force and then he saw Jay’s face and the anger drained away.
Jason’s look was one of absolute misery, of hurt well beyond physical pain.
“Shit Jason.” Roy muttered, crouching at the Robin’s side. He cupped Jay’s face, brushing away the hot tears that trailed down the younger man’s face. “Tell me what you need.”
“Hurt me.” Came Jason’s bleak answer.
Roy ran a hand over Jay’s cheek protectively. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
Jay’s answer was so clear, so decisive that Roy accepted it without comment. “Strip. Now.” The words came out as a command and Jay obeyed; further proof of how bad things were. “Hands on the wall. Feet apart.” Roy reached for the tube of arrows in his cupboard, pulling out a light, Port Orford cedar practice arrow – long and flexible.
He paused a moment, resting his hand on Jay’s shoulder. “Tap out at any time.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the base of the young man’s skull.
Jay signed, leaning back into Roy’s touch. “Do it.” he breathed, his voice heavy with drink and need.
The steel target head tucked safely in his gloved hand, Roy whipped the shaft down hard across Jay’s back. The crack of the wood against skin was almost lost in Jay’s moan as Roy struck, blow after blow on the young man’s back.
From shoulder to thigh, long welts that ended with fine, bleeding cuts from the feathered fletchings bloomed over Jay’s already scared skin. Roy watched the bird’s hand, waiting for the tap-out but Jay pushed back into each blow, his cries broken and lost.
Finally Jay’s knees buckled and Roy threw aside the ruined arrow to catch him. “Enough?” he asked gently as he lowered Jay to the bed, ignoring the wells of blood that smeared under his touch.
Jay shook his head wearily, pushing up onto his knees to present his abused ass to Roy.
“You sure?”
Jay glanced at the archer, his voice dark and shattered. “Make me burn Red.”
Roy stripped quickly, reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
“No.” Jay snarled, trying to knock the small bottle from the archer’s hand but Roy pinned him neatly.
“You’ll feel it Jay. I promise.” Roy reassured. “But I won’t hurt you like that.”
Jay relented slowly, falling back to the bed as Roy slicked himself.
Roy rested a hand on Jay’s spine, watching as the bird’s hands clenching in convulsive fists. “Do you need me to tie you?”
Jay nodded slowly, resting his cheek on the bedspread as Roy wrapped a belt around his wrists, binding them behind his back.
“I’m not going to be gently.” Roy cautioned, rubbing his cock over Jay’s ass now that the bird was safely pinioned. “Be sure.”
“I am.” Jay growled, his words lost in screams as Roy pierced him.
It’s been years since he’d gone this raw with anyone and Roy felt the burn just as keenly Jay. The Robin’s ass clenched down on him like a vice and he was suddenly and profoundly glad he wasn’t wearing his Frenum Ladder. He inched in, taking it slow, one hand resting on Jay’s bound wrists so the bird could squeeze his fingers to tap-out.
“Stop teasing you prick.” Jay hissed, sounding like himself for the first time all night and Roy let loose, ploughing Jay into the bed.
Jay grunted breathlessly as Roy took him hard. Every muscle in the younger man’s body strained, his skin dappled with blood and sweat as the archer gave him the pain he craved. Just as his vision started to white out, strong fingers closed around the base of his cock, dragging him back from the edge before driving him forward with each thrust nailing him to the mattress.
Before the end, Jay cried and begged and screamed for release but he never tapped. Only when Roy’s own muscles were at the point of giving out did he let the captive bird come.
Jay’s moan reverberated though the apartment. His whole body a whip-lash of tension as he spilt, almost untouched, onto the bedspread, collapsing completely on the moment of release.
***
Jay woke to the feeling of a damp cloth being pressed to his burning skin, cool slave chasing the lines across his back.
“You good?” Roy asked quietly, rubbing balm into the cuts.
“I’m good.” Jay rolled over as Roy ran his fingers over his wrists, soothing the friction burns.
They both knew Jay wasn’t much of a cuddler but the bird seemed content to rest his head on Roy’s chest as the archer played with his hair.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Roy asked after long moments of silence.
Jay shrugged, shifting off the bed.
Roy watched Jay careful as he vanished into the loungeroom. There was a winch in the Robin’s walk and Roy wasn’t quite sure if Jay was coming back.
But Jay wondered back in, an unlit cigarette in hand. “D’ya mind?”
“Nar.”
Jay lit up and dropped back to the bed, once again resting his head on the Archer’s chest. He took a deep drag, watching coils of smoke raise towards the roof. “I screwed up Roy.” He said softly. “I really screwed up.”
Roy carded his fingers though the younger man’s hair. “What happened?”
“I hit on Damian.”
“You what?” Roy’s hand stilled.
Jay took another long drag. “I went out after a gig a couple of weeks back and got smashed.” He shrugged, “D came to drag back to the hotel. I’d been drinking a while and... You know how I get sometimes...”
“Yeah I know.” Roy muttered seriously. “Fuck man. Did you...”
Jay shook his head, rolling over the stub his smoke out on the sole of his abandoned boot. “He managed to knock me out before I did anything serious but...” he buried his face in the mattress. “Oh shit Roy. I would have. I really would. God he looked so...”
“But you didn’t.” Roy assured, pulling Jay back to him.
“But I would have, and D knows it. He hasn’t allowed himself to be alone in a room with me since.”
Roy sighed quietly. “That’s why you’re hurting yourself getting into fight.”
“Yeah. I figure if I let it out some other way I won’t...” Jay pushed away, perching on the edge of the bed with his back to Roy.
Roy followed him up, running his hand up Jay’s welted shoulder. “Or you could leave off drinking for a while?”
“Don’t know that it’d help.” Jay’s shoulders slumped. “It’s like a genie – once you’ve let that fucker out of the bottle...” he sighed. “I just can’t help thinkin’ how fine the kid’s gunna be when he grows up.”
Roy rested his hands on Jay’s shoulder, kneeling behind the Robin to pull him close. “Still worried you’re going to do something you shouldn’t?”
“Won’t happen.” Jay muttered vehemently. “I won’t let it, not again.” He leant into Roy, resting his head on Roy’s shoulder. “I was selling my ass on the street when I was his age and I ain’t gunna let that kinda hurt come to my little brother.”
“Even if it means hurting yourself instead?”
Jay shrugged. “I can take it.”
“It’s not going to work though.” Roy shifted around to look Jay in the eye. “You’re going to drive yourself mad over this and how will you protect him then?” He touched Jay’s face. “Have you talked to Dick about what happened?”
“Ya kidding right?” Jay’s eyebrow shot up. “Tell Dickie I’m lusting after his underage Robin? He’d gut me!”
“You’d be surprised.” Roy mused darkly, all too aware of the issues Dick’d had with Bruce in his teen years. “Have you talked to Damian?”
“Nope.” Jay shrugged Roy off and paced the room. “Poor kid too afraid to even be in a room alone with me.
“Jay, Damian might be a kid but he’s a Robin, and he had Dick as his Bat. I doubt fear is the issue. Just talk to the kid. Tell him you’re sorry. Tell him what you told me about wanting to protect him from harm. See what he has to say.”
“Can’t Red.” Jay flopped back onto the bed. “Still drunk. Can’t trust myself.”
Roy ran his hand down Jay’s reddened back. “Then stay with me tonight and we’ll go back to the hotel in the morning. You don’t have to do this on your own.”
“Yes I do.” Jay muttered, letting Roy pull the blankets up over then both. “But I could use your help running interference with Dickie.”
“Done.” Roy whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of Jay’s neck. “It’s going to be ok.”
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I am confused there...
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That was just... Jesus, I really effing loved that D:
I love it when fics are just sexy-wrong-- fantastico <3333
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I wasn't sure what kind of fucked up masochism Jay would indulge in to punish himself, but you nailed it! and Roy is the perfect person to help.
Awesome Job, Munnin!
<3<3<3
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Thanks! Jay needs the hugs.
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And I find I keep squeeing on the wrong line--Jay mentioned his childhood, Roy remembered Dick's issue with Bruce. Oh and I really need to see Jay talk with Damian about this. You make my brain brew acohol itself again.XD
MORE sequels are needed here! MOOAARRR~~~~!!!!
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They all such complete histories and I so love playing with them. I’m still not sure how the conversation between D and Jay will go but...
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I'm not helping, am I? ;D
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What a wonderful piece of Masochistic punishment, and it fits Jason's personality to a capitol TTTTT. Loved Roy and the loving Dom who understands Jason's need and once hearing his reason for punishing himself wants to help him make amends with the rest of the BatBoys.
This fic was so very wrongly wonderful with it's SM and need and sex and blood and love and caring all rolled up in a ball of Jason flavored agnst.
Thank you for sharing it. This fic just solidifies some of the aspects of Jason's character I love exploring, don't we Rose :P
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I'm proud it met your approval. You are the mistress after all!
So glad you liked it and thank you.
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so glad you enjoyed it and thank you for the lovely comment!
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I know, Jason. I reallyreallyreallyreally do. :I
I kind of think Damian's asking for it, though. Did he really have to have the seam right on his crotch in the Robin costume?
&Now I'm depressed cause I know I'll never write this well. Sorrow~.
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