Jason and Roy are fighting. It's the occasional high tension after a rough mission. Roy finally has Jason pinned against the wall, forearm pressed to his throat, airway constricting immediately.
Roy leans in. "You done ?"
To piss Roy off more, Jason grins. He opens his mouth to snap back, but with Roy's forearm grinding against his windpipe, the words come out broken and breathless instead.
"H-harder. C'mon, Roy. Harder."
Jason means it as a taunt, yet it comes out a lot different.
Roy hears the innuendo immediately. For a second, his body reacts before his brain does. Hips pushing forward, grip hardening, heart hammering. But suddenly, he pulls back, feeling the heat crawling up his neck.
Jason slides down the wall, now coughing, and looks up at Roy with those watery, pathetic eyes. Roy looks away immediately. It's the first time he sees him this way.





















