#spo jaytim

At five of six, a reasonably sized group of people have gathered. It’s not a large crowd, but it’s enough. Jason’s feeling pretty pleased with himself when he spots him.

What the fuck is the pretender doing here, chatting with the other students? He’s sure as fuck not here for the free self defense lessons. This is a beginner’s class, there’s nothing he’s teaching the brat doesn’t already know. And even if he did, Jason’s sure as fuck not going to be the one teaching him.

Whatever he’s doing here, he’s not welcome, and Jason’s going to make sure he knows it. He carefully does not storm over to where the pretender is standing.

“S’cues me, could I borrow him for just a sec?” He says to the young blonde woman Tim’s chatting with.

“Oh sure.” The woman says. “Of course, we can talk more later.”

Tim smiles at her, but tenses imperceptibly as Jason steers him away from the others.

“What the fuck are you doing here, pretender?” Jason hisses.

“Well the Red Hood is giving self-defense lessons in my neighborhood, and I wanted to know why.” Tim says dryly.

“It never occurred to you that maybe it’s just for the good of the community?” Jason says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t like what the pretender is implying.

“Oh, it occurred to me. But when have you done anything to earn the benefit of my doubt?” Tim asks cooly. “Was it the time you nearly slit my throat, the time you wrote a message in my blood, or the time you put a batarang in my chest?”

Jason doesn’t have an answer to that. The little shit’s right, he’s got no ground to stand on. The pretender has every right to be suspicious of Jason.

“If it makes you feel any better, Bruce didn’t ask me to come. I’m here on my own.” It does make him feel better, actually, that Bruce didn’t feel the need to check up on him. At least not in this. “And as it happens, I do live in the neighborhood.”

That’s news to Jason. He hadn’t realized the kid had moved out of the manor. But looking at him, the pretender’s not much of a kid anymore. Those cheekbones are sharp, not a hint of baby fat to be found.

“Little robin’s flying far from the nest.” Jason says. He doesn’t for a second believe that spoiled little rich boy Tim Drake lives in Crime Alley.

“What, you haven’t heard?” Tim sneers. “I’m not Robin anymore.”

“Oh I’ve heard. You’re Red Robin now. Because what’s mine is yours.” He says nastily. He knows enough about how Tim actually became Robin to know his old anger was irrational and unfair. That doesn’t mean Tim doesn’t still piss him off though.

“Because I needed something already tainted, and that suited the bill.” Tim says coolly, and Jason should probably get away from this conversation before he starts seeing green.

“You wanna stick around? Fine. But don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you.” Jason snaps.

“I would never expect you to.” Tim shoots back, and he walks away to rejoin the other participants.

Jason takes a few calming breaths, getting his temper under control before he calls the class to order. He introduces himself and goes over the basics of what they’ll be doing.

“The best way to win a fight is not to fight in the first place, so we’re gonna focus on how to get away from someone grabbing you. For the first move, I’m gonna do a demonstration. Tim, thanks so much for agreeing to help.” He says, giving the replacement a nasty smile. He hopes he hadn’t given the participants a false name. (That’s a lie, be kinda does.)

Tim’s eyes narrow momentarily, but he plays along. “It’s my pleasure. I did some self defense stuff back when I was a kid, but I’m not sure how much I remember.” Giving himself an out for if he’s better than a beginner should be.

“First I’m gonna show you what an attacker might do, then I’m gonna go over how to get out of it.” Tim nods, preparing himself, but Jason moves before he’s ready and Tim reacts on instinct. He flips Jason over his shoulder. Jason rolls with it, but Tim grabs him around the knee and completely fucks his landing, and he ends up on his back. Luckily they’re on mats, so nothing’s hurt but his pride.

“Wow!” Tim says, the picture of surprise. “I guess I remember more than I thought.”

“That was amazing!” The blonde woman gushes.

“I would never have been able to do that if Jason hadn’t let me.” Tim lies, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Jason can say he was caught off guard all he likes, but the truth is Tim absolutely had him, and they both know it.

“That’s still awesome! He’s so much bigger than you, and you totally took him down!” The woman says, with all the grace and tact of a child.

“A lot of my training was focused on how to take down opponents who were bigger than me.” Tim says sheepishly. “I practiced a lot when I was younger.”

That’s absolutely true. What he’s not saying is that that was a move taught to him by Lady Shiva, specifically to disable uber athletic opponents like Dick Grayson. Or people taught by Dick Grayson.

Jason can feel his face heating up, but he forces himself to keep his cool. Mostly.

“Since you’re so experienced , you can help me with the rest of the demonstration. With out flipping me this time.” Jason says through gritted teeth. Tim took him down and they both know it, even if no one else does. Jason takes a few more calming breaths. This class is supposed to help people who are in dangerous situations, but that’s not gonna work out if the teacher comes across as an arrogant hothead.

“Of course. It would be my pleasure, Jason. Just tell me what to do.” Tim says, the picture of affable geniality. Jason hates him.

Still, he moves slower this time, which is better for demonstration purposes anyway. He positions Tim facing away from him, which he can tell the pretender doesn’t like.

“I see this kind of thing all the time in clubs.” Jason says, slipping an arm around the pretender’s waist from behind and pulling him close. Tim tenses slightly, and Jason can feel his muscles contracting under his thin t-shirt. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised the pretender is so well muscled— he’s a Bat, he has the same crazy training routine as the rest of them— but he is. He supposes it’s because he looks so slight, although if he were shirtless he’d bet Tim would have the same dorito shape as the rest of them.

He goes over how to twist and break free of the hold, and then pairs them off to practice. Tim is immediately claimed by the pretty blonde woman, which pisses Jason off all the more. Of course she’d immediately attach herself to Drake, Gotham’s perfect boy. She hasn’t even made the connection to who he really is and she’s still fawning all over him. Jason does his best to ignore them, going around the room and giving gentle corrections as needed. They practice that move for fifteen minutes before Jason calls to a halt.

“Alright, lookin good folks. I’m gonna show you the next move. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind assisting me?” Jason can tell Tim’s not pleased to be used as a test dummy, but that’s just too damn bad.

“For the next move, I’m gonna show you how to disable someone who grabs you by the arm. The main thing is to break their hold and get away, but I’ll also show you how to attack. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me by the arm?”

The replacement complies, and Jason takes great pleasure is showing them how to get out of the move, and a follow up they could do if they needed to disable their opponent before running. It involves sticking his fingers right near the pretender’s eyes and his knees right near his balls, and it’s enjoyable to see him flinch ever so slightly as Jason comes close. Then he sets them back into pairs, and they practice that for the next fifteen minute. Jason walks around, correcting forms and helping out.

He shows them how to get out of two more holds using the pretender as his test dummy. It’s fun to feel his muscles tense slightly under Jason’s hands. He can tell how uncomfortable the pretender is to be here, but that’s his own damn fault for coming. Jason didn’t make him, and as far as revenge plots go, this is pretty fucking mild.

“Alright, good job everyone, you’re really getting the hang of this.” Jason calls to signal the end of the class. “But the only way to really make sure you’ve got it is to practice until it becomes muscle memory, and that’s more than we can do in an hour long class. So get together with your friends— or make friends with the other folks here— and practice outside of class too. I’ll probably go over this stuff again in future classes, because I know not everyone will be here every time. But if you practice for ten minutes every day, you’ll really be prepared for when it happens in real life.”

There’s an appreciative murmur that goes around the class, and people start packing up to go.

“Will you be back next week?” The blonde woman, who has since identified herself as Layla, asks Drake.

“I’m not sure. My schedule’s pretty busy.” He hedges. Jason can tell he’s a little uncomfortable with the attention.

“You should definitely come. You make a good demonstration dummy.” Jason says as sweetly as he’s able, which isn’t all that sweet, but at least isn’t outwardly hostile. Tim looks and him and Jason gives him a cocky grin. Tim’s eyes narrow, considering.

“I’ll think about it.” He says finally.

“Do.” Jason says, sickly sweet, and the pretender finally leaves. A couple of the other students have questions for him after the class, so he answers those before heading out himself. He doesn’t go far, just to the next room over where he’s set up some workout equipment. He may not have all the bells and whistles of the Batcave, but he’s got a pretty good thing going. After his workout he heads home to his primary safe house. He’s reluctant to call it his apartment, even though that’s basically what it is at this point. Still, referring to it as his safe house feels safer, in case he has to burn it in the future. He takes a shower and grabs himself a non-alcoholic beer to enjoy before patrol. He’s got time to kill and he wants to relax for a bit.

He flips through his subscription services for something to watch, but nothing catches his interest, so he decides to deal with his boredom the old fashioned way. He grabs some lube out of a convenient drawer and leans back against his couch. He undoes his pants and shoves down his boxers just enough to get his dick out before slicking himself up. He buys himself the good lube, the stuff that really lasts. It the same stuff Bruce had awkwardly presented him with when he’d given him the sex talk, but Jason tries not to think about that. He doesn’t need to consider that he uses the same brand of lube as the Batman.

He casts about for a pleasant fantasy to distract himself with, preferring his own imagination to porn. For some reason, he lands on the pretender’s face, which, weird, but he rolls with it. He imagines Tim on his knees on Jason’s floor, sucking him off, his pretty mouth spread wide around Jason’s cock. Yes, that’s a nice fantasy. He’d start off slow, unsheathing himself and watching the pretender’s eyes widen at his size. He’d feed it to him slowly, because Jason’s a gentleman like that. He’d choke and gag slightly, but he’d take him fully, and Jason would feel so good fully sheathed in his throat.

He’d start moving, just a little bit at first, getting the pretender used to the stretch. He’d watch the tears forming in those pretty blue eyes as he struggles to take it all. Once Jason’s sure he can take it, he’ll start moving a bit faster. Just a bit, no need to rush. He’ll hold his dick down the pretender’s throat, and he’ll make sweet little noises as he chokes on Jason’s cock.

He wants more of those sounds, and he’ll get them once he starts fucking him in earnest, the hot wet sounds that come from fucking someone’s mouth and the ones that are all Tim as he gags and chokes as Jason fucks into him. He’ll take it beautifully though, looking up at Jason with wide, wet eyes. Jason move faster and faster, fucking his own fist with a wet squelching sound. He’s so close, he can feel his orgasm coming on. In his minds eyes, he pulls out just in time to come all over the pretender’s perfect pretty face. In real life, Jason comes into his hand, panting, making sure not to get any on his clothes or couch.

So… that was weird. He’s never thought about his replacement like that before, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it, despite how hot the fantasy was. He thinks about it. Is it a little fucked up that he’s having fantasies about his replacement? Probably, given that he’s tried to kill the kid more than once. But Tim’s not his brother, no matter how much Bruce might want to pretend otherwise. It’s not hurting anyone, so Jason doesn’t really care. It’s a hot fantasy, and it got him off. That’s all that really matters.

Tim’s not too sure why he finds himself at the abandoned gym Jason’s using to hold his classes in. He’s pretty sure Jason owns the building, which would explain why the interior is much nicer than the exterior would lead you to believe. It’s clear Jason’s not using this as some way to train new gang members, and Tim knows enough about Jason’s past to understand why this is an important issue for him. It’s not like Tim doesn’t have half a hundred other things he could be doing with his time.

The truth is, Jason challenged him, and Tim has never been one to back down from a challenge, even when he probably should. And Jason has always been a puzzle Tim’s been desperate to solve, however catastrophic his failures in that regard have been in the past.

So, squaring his shoulders, he enters the gym. Jason notices him immediately, and Tim’s pleased to see he’s surprised. Well good, Tim can be surprising sometimes. He shoots Jason a sardonic grin before moving to join some of the women he recognizes from last week’s class. He’s glad Layla isn’t there yet. He’s used to people fawning over him when he’s Timothy Wayne, billionaire CEO, but less so when he’s plain old Tim Drake.

“Hi.” He introduces himself. “I’m Tim. I think I saw you here last week?”

“Of course, our demonstration dummy!” Says a middle aged woman with twinkling eyes. “How could we forget?”

“That’s me.” Tim says sheepishly. 

“I for one found you very informative. I’m Maria.” The woman intrudes herself, shaking Tim’s offered hand.

“Nice to meet you, Maria. Any chance you’d agree to be my sparing partner for the day?” Tim asks hopefully.

Maria gives him a knowing look. “It would be my pleasure, if Jason doesn’t snap you up first.”

They get to chatting, just general stuff. “What bring you to these classes? You’re clearly not a beginner.” Maria asks him.

“It’s been a few years, and I could use the brush up. I live in the neighborhood, so when I saw the advert, I thought why not?” What he’d actually thought was ‘is the Red Hood using this as a covert way to attract and train new goons?’ but he isn’t going to say that out loud. 

Shortly thereafter Jason calls the class to attention. It goes much the same as the class before. Sometimes Jason plays the assaulter and walks Tim through how to break the hold (all for show, Tim knows perfectly well how to break any of these holds). A lot of the moves are focused on just breaking holds, but those are the one’s where Tim plays the victim. Anything more involved than that though, and Jason’s throwing Tim around. Showing how to put your opponent in a chokehold, how to twist their arm behind their back, how to get them on the ground underneath you…

Jason never actually hurts Tim during those demonstrations, and Tim slowly relaxes about them. Jason’s a good teacher, patient and well versed in explaining himself. It’s not surprising, based on what he knows of Jason. He’s always been good at handling civilians, both as Robin and the Red Hood, and he leads the Outlaws.

“You know,” Maria says conspiratorially as they practice blocking a grab, “if you wanted to ask Jason out, I think he’d say yes.”

“What?” Tim chokes, stumbling as he grabs for Maria. She blocks it perfectly. “No! Jason is definitely not interested in me like that.” Tim has it on good authority that Jason doesn’t like him. The authority of murder.

“He’s sure taking any excuse to get his hands on you.” Maria says as she telegraphs her grab. Tim stumbles through the block, mostly for cover, but also partially because she’s thrown him so off guard.

“I think that’s because he doesn’t like me.” Tim says. “And I definitely embarrassed him last week.”

“He seems like the type to like someone who can beat him up a little.” Maria says wisely.

“I really don’t think I can beat Jason up. I’m not that good.” This is debatably true. Jason on Pit rage? Not good odds. Jason on a regular day? Tim has literally been training for that fight for years. It’s not a sure thing, but it’s a distinct possibility.

“No, but you’ve got a sharp mouth.” Maria says— which is perfectly true, but it’s impressive that she picked up on it so quickly. They’ve barely been there half an hour, and much of that time has been spent trying to throw each other around. “With men like him, that’s just as good.”

Tim blushes. “I don’t think so. I don’t even think he swings that way.”

“He looks at you like a shark. He wants to gobble you up.” Maria says, but Tim shakes his head.

“Only so he can chew me up and spit me out.” Tim says, blocking her strike. But he can’t shake her words as Jason calls him up to demonstrate the final move of the day. Tim can’t help but notice how big and warm Jason’s hands feel against his skin.

He makes a mental note to hang out with Dick more. If he’s so touch starved he’s noticing Jason’shands on him, Dick will be more than happy to octopus him until that’s no longer the case.

When the class finishes, he’s glad to head out— and to put Jason firmly out his mind. He definitely doesn’t imagine Jason running those hands up and down his sides, or where else he could put them. No siree, not thinking about that at all.

Except that he is, and he can’t get the thought outof his mind. Much as he’s loathe to admit it, Tim’s always had kind of a thing for Jason. Jason was Robin during some of Tim’s most formative years, and he had always admired him from afar. He had seen Jason at a gala once. They’d both been part of the same larger group of kids hanging around, as kids did at these events, and Tim had been starstruck at seeing his hero up close and personal. Jason had been his first crush, although Tim hadn’t realized it at the time. Even after he became Robin, Jason was an ideal to be looked up to and admired. An impossible ideal, to be sure, but an ideal all the same.

Tim groans. He thought he’d gotten over his stupid crush on Jason Todd, but apparently not. All it took was Jason putting hands on him, and it had all come roaring back. And now he’s getting horny for a man who tried to murder him three times. Great, just fabulous. Good going, Tim.

He knows that if he really tried, he could make it go away. He could compartmentalize to all hell, lock this crush up deep inside and never think about it again. But he doesn’t want to. He wants to think about Jason, imagine what his hands would feel like all over his body. He’s going to hate himself for it in the post nut clarity, but as far as bad choices go, this is a relatively minor one.

Tim sighs, and undresses. He’s done with patrol for the night, so at least he can do this without any time crunch. He grabs the lube from the bedside drawer and slowly brings himself to hardness. If he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it right.

He imagines it’s Jason touching him, his big warm hand wrapped tightly around Tim’s cock. He trails his fingers lightly over his stomach, and imagines it’s Jason teasing him. He tweaks a nipple, and shivers slightly at the sensation.

“You like that, pretender?” Jason says. “You like the feel of my hands all over you?”

Yes, Tim thinks. I really do.

“Good. Cause I’m not moving till I’m done with you.”

He’d wrap one arm around his waist, holding Tim against him. The other would be playing with his nipples, twisting and squeezing. “You ready for me to touch you for real?”

“Yes...” Tim moans, taking a firmer grip around his cock, pretending his hand is Jason’s.

“Good.” Jason coos in his ear. “Get nice and hard for me.”

Tim imagines Jason’s warm, large hand around him. Imagines adjusting Jason’s fingers until they griped him just right, moving Jason’s hand so he could show him what to do. Jason’s a quick study, he’d pick up on it pretty quickly. He’d touch Tim exactly how Tim likes.

His other hand moves away from his nipples, running it down his chest. He can feel Jason’s breath on his neck, and a shudder runs through him.

“Is that good for you, Tim?” Jason’s voice asks. A shiver runs through him as Jason says his name— Jason almost never calls him by his name. Last class was probably the first time he’d refereed to him as something other than pretender or replacement.

“Yeah.” Tim says, swallowing hard. “It’s good for me.”

“Good.” Jason purrs. He speeds up slightly, moving his hand faster. “I want this to be good for you. You look so good, with you cock so hard for me. You’re gonna come all over my hand, and you’re gonna look so pretty doing it.”

Tim hates being called pretty, but he doesn’t think he’d mind if Jason said it. He twists his wrist on the upstroke. His other hand goes down to cup his balls, rolling them in his hands. He moans at the added stimulation, and in his head, Jason’s breath hitches.

“Making such pretty sounds for me, eh replacement? Come on, I wanna hear you say my name.”

“Jason…” Tim moans. “Fuck, Jason–“

“Fuck yeah, being good for me Tim? Wanna make me smile? Keep at it.” Tim speeds up as he approaches orgasm. “Come for me Tim. I wanna see what that pretty face looks like as you come.”

Tim is helpless but to obey, and he comes hard, shooting out over his hand and stomach. He breathes deeply, enjoying the afterglow. But eventually that fades, and he’s once again left with cold hard reality. Jason hates him, and probably always will. It is a supremely bad idea to be fantasizing about the man who has tried to murder him three times, and he resolves not to do it again. There are plenty of other people he can fantasize about, people who haven’t tried to kill him. He sighs and gets up to shower before bed.

Post nut clarity sucks.

Later that week, Tim’s out patrolling when Oracle comes over his comms.

“Red Robin, Hood called and needs an assist. You’re the closest.” There’s an apology in her voice— Babs knows as well as anyone that Tim and Jason don’t get along.

“Send me the location and I’m on my way.” Tim says. “Patch me into Hood’s comms?”

“What’s the status of that backup, O?” Hood grunts. Tim can hear the sound of bodies hitting the floor.

“ETA three minutes.” Red Robin says, all cool professionalism. Hood grunts in acknowledgment. Red Robin’s not exactly the backup he would have chosen, but at least it’s not Bruce. Although to be fair, no one in the family would be his particular choice of backup, except maybe Cass. At least she’s quiet.

Red Robin swings onto the scene, hitting one of the goons in the back of the head in what should have been a knockout blow. Instead, the guy gets up again, roaring with anger.

“Well that’s not good.” He says, whipping out his staff. “What are they on?”

“I’m not sure.” Hood answers, dodging a swipe from another one. “It doesn’t make them stronger, and it definitely doesn’t make them smarter, but they won’t stay down.”

“I’m gonna kill you you little shit!” Roars the hood Red knocked into.

“You can certainly try.” He says with an answering smirk. The thug tries to grab him, but it’s clumsy and easy to avoid. “What have you tried so far?” He says to Red Hood.

“Knockout blows, rubber bullets, and some good old fashioned punching. I’m doing damage, but they’re just ignoring it. Whatever this shit is, their pain receptors are gone.”

“It’s more than just their pain receptors if they’re ignoring knockout hits.” Red says, frowning as he sweeps their legs out from under them. “The guy I swung into clearly has a concussion. Whatever it is, it’s keeping him up, but it’s not mitigating the side effects. His coordination’s shot. I say we go for disabling strikes and cuff’em while they’re down.”

“Fine.” Hood grunts as he dodges another blow. Ten semi-trained assailants wouldn’t be a problem for him on a normal day, but when they seem to have boundless energy and no pain receptors, it make things a little tougher. He catches one goon and throws them into the others, bowling them over. He pins the next one down to zip tie him together while Red Robin keeps the rest off his back.

“You think you can handle us? Baby, I’ll wreck that pretty face.” Hood turns just in time to catch the vulgar motions that go with the taunt. Red Robin seems unfazed.

“Shame you’re gonna have to tell all your little friends at Blackgate you got beat by the pretty one.” He smirks, staff held menacingly in from of him.

“Little boy needs a real fuckin’ man to show him his place.” Another man jeers.

“You’re certainly welcome to try.” Red Robin says. They lunge at him, and he avoids them easily, twirling his staff with deadly efficiency. They don’t stand a chance.

The men Red Hood knocked over are back up and swing at him. He leads them to Red Robin, then flips over their heads to land behind them.

“Bringing me presents? Aw Hood, you shouldn’t have.” Red says, dodging yet another blow and swiping out his staff to knock the newcomers off their feet. Hood grabs one of the other men men, yanking him out of the fight to cuff them. He puts them in a hogtie, since he suspects they’d try and hop back into the fight, even with their hands behind their backs. One of them tries to sneak up behind Red Robin and grab him by the hair, but Red ducks and he ends up hitting his fellow in the face instead. The one he hit roars and lunges at him, and they end up tussling with each other. Hood leaves them to it, grabbing another of the men attacking Red Robin.

It’s like Hood said, this drug definitely didn’t make them smarter. He thinks it may very well have made them stupider. Or that might just be the concussions, he can’t be sure. Either way, with Red there to take some of the heat, the fight is wrapped up easy. They struggle and yell in their bonds, but both heroes ignore them.

“Gonna leave them for the GPD?” Red Robin asks, holding one goon under his boot as Red Hood zip ties another.

“Yeah. There’re warrants out for all of them, and they were roving as a pack, trying to beat on any stragglers they could find.”

“Good thing you got to them first.” Red says, moving to allow Hood to grab the guy he was stepping on.

“That was a nice throw.” Hood says as he zip ties the last of the goons.

“Thanks. I learned it in my self-defense class.” Red shoots back. Hood laughs.

“You must have a pretty good teacher.”

“Eh, he’s not bad.” Red Robin shoots him a grin. “I’m gonna head out from here though.”

“Yeah, thanks for the assist.”

“No problem.” Red turns to leave, and Jason blurts out before he can stop himself

“Do they always talk to you that way?”

Red Robin turns back. “What way?”

“The whole— pretty face shtick.”

“Oh that? Not always, but it happens often enough. I don’t get it nearly as bad as the girls do.”

“Yeah, you’re not nearly as pretty.” He says, but his heart’s not in the jab. “Why you though?”

“I don’t exactly exude peak heterosexual energy, Hood.” Red says with an exaggerated look.

“You swing that way?” Hood asks, despite himself. It occurs to him that he’s having an actual conversation with his replacement and he doesn’t mind.

“I swing both ways.” Red Robin says with a shrug.

“Huh. Good to know I’m not the only Bat who does.” He’s not sure why he’s telling him this— it’s not something he talks about often, and not to Red Robin of all people— but he finds he wants the other man to know.

“It’s always nice to know you’re not alone.” Red Robin says, and Jason’s not quite sure what that tone of voice is. “I’ll see you around, Hood.”

Jason nods, and Red Robin grapples away. He waits for the GPD to arrive, then takes a breather on top of a nearby building. The fight wasn’t hard, per se, but it was long and he needs to rest for a bit before he continues his patrol. He debates just calling it a night, but decides to finish his circuit before he does. He’s almost done anyway, and he doubts he’ll come across any more trouble tonight.

It pisses him off what those men said to Red Robin. But is he really any better? There’s a difference, Hood reminds himself, between having a private fantasy about someone and being publicly vulgar to them. As long as his fantasies don’t color his reality, he’s in the clear. And from how well they worked together tonight, it’s clear that that’s not going to be a problem.

Still, he resolves to think of something other than the pretender when he relaxes tonight. It’s harder than he expected— images of his replacement throwing those guys around keep popping into his mind— but he mostly manages it.

Jason doesn’t generally like alphas because they tend to try and dominate him, but Tim isn’t like that. He’s always very respectful of Jason’s space and decisions. He never intrudes, never tries to tell Jason what to do. As they get to know each other better, naturally Jason starts to fall for Tim, and one day he blurts out “Why are you still single? You’re the whole package.” And Tim laughs and says that there are plenty of omegas who don’t want an alpha who looks like him, even thought Tim could probably take down any alpha twice his size in a fight.

“I’ve never actually been with an omega before. Steph and Bernard were both betas, and Kon was an alpha.” Jason is glad to hear that Tim’s not with the clone, because he hadn’t been sure, but he doesn’t know where to go from there. Instead he blurts out “Do you want to try it?”

“Being with an omega?” Tim asks, nonplussed.

“Yeah. I mean, I’m an omega, and we could...” Jason trails off, blushing scarlet. He just propositioned Tim, completely out of nowhere.

But Tim just swallows hard and says “Yeah. I mean, I’d like that, if you want to. I can promise I won’t be a knothead about it.”

So they set a date, and Tim is super gentle about it. He absolutely worships Jason’s body, driving him mad and eating him out before he even fully gets his cock out. Then he fucks him softly at first, and then nice and hard at Jason’s request. It’s the best sex Jason’s ever had, and he wants more. So they form a friends-with-benefits thing. But as they grow closer, they both fall hard for each other.

Tim asks Jason to wear something special for him. Of course he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t like it, but Tim presents him with traditional omega jewelry, beautiful body chains that drape over his torso and limbs, made with precious metals and jewels. And Jason’s like “I’m not like that. I’m not a dainty little omega.” And Tim’s like “I know you’re not, and I don’t want you to be. But you still deserve to feel beautiful. It will all fit you, I checked.” Little does Jason know this is all the ancestral Drake family omega jewels.

Naturally, Jason looks gorgeous. And Tim fucks him in it, and then plugs him up with a solid gold plug with the Red Robin symbol on the jewel encrusted bottom. It’s a vibrating plug, designed with an app Tim programed himself to be unhackable.