Three Little Birdies

Jason takes another drag of his cigarette, holds in, and exhales with a breathy sigh. He looks at the smoke before getting back to his work at the Batcomputer. He taps a few keys, goes through a couple more mug shots before the cigarette is suddenly gone from his hand.

He turns to see Bruce drop it on the cave floor and stomp it out with one boot. Jason doesn’t know how many times he’s seen the man do just that action out on the street.

“What have I told you about smoking?” It really couldn’t be more menacing *with* the cowl on. But Jason just flutters his eyelids and turns back to the screen.

Bruce’s hand is sure, forceful, so in control on Jason’s shoulder, gripping until the teen looks back at him.

“Jason.”

“It was *one* smoke, okay? And that was my last Black.”

“ There was no compromise about your smoking habit. You *will not* smoke.”

Jason flicks his blue eyes, almost sticks his tongue out. “Why shouldn’t I?” Okay, besides the big black Bat ready to punch, but Jason really hasn’t gotten his nicotine kick this week.

Bruce slits his eyes, lets go of Jason’s shoulder before it bruises under the Robin tunic. The teen’s testing his limits, testing *Bruce’s* limits, he could go on, go on until Bruce grounds Robin. It could be fun depending how he goes about it.

Jason kisses Bruce, licks the man’s lips-- and doesn’t make his way into the bat’s mouth. The problem is it *is* the Bat and the Bat does not kiss Robin, nor accepts any kiss from Robin and that just makes it all the more desirable.

The bird gives a lusty sigh, breathes it out on Bruce’s mouth so he can smell the tang of the Black, and smiles. “You give me that and I’ll quit.”

It’s one of those ‘out-of-the-question’ looks, and it just makes Jason grin wider.

Bruce’s eyes are cold blue; he grabs the teen’s chin and *pulls* him out of the chair and suddenly flings him over his shoulder.

“Bruce! What the fuck!?”

When Jason hit’s a mattress, not even sure why he hadn’t paid attention to where the man was taking him, he wraps his arms around Bruce’s neck and kisses him again. He gives a happy chirp when Bruce kisses back, kisses the taste of clove, cinnamon and tobacco from the teen’s mouth.

Jason moans when Bruce laps up the taste, so different, spicy, and milky. Thrusts up into the man’s jock and opens his eyes just to see Bruce lose that small line of control.

“No more smoking. Promise. Or I stop.”

“Don’t stop, never stop. Fuck, Bruce -- as long as you fuck me into this bed over and over again I’ll never have another smoke.”

Jason’s scream when Bruce takes his cock into this mouth is promise enough.