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Jason found himself sequestered away, stuck in an old damp brick building two streets down from Gotham City Park. His mask had gotten cracked and he pulled it off his mouth to look it over. The red of it was scratched and marred, but it wasn't the most concerning problem. Along the side a chuck of it was missing, and all about it was the thin yellow powder he'd come to hate with a vengeance. Whether Ivy knew she'd left a ticking time bomb of a plant or not, the Park had turned into chaos, too large for even Gotham's own vigilantes to handle.
"Fuck!" he growled, reaching up to make sure his scent patches were still in place. He'd have a limited amount of time to get where he needed to go, a limited amount of time to decontaminate himself. He'd already wasted precious seconds and it was made all the more alarming when he went to move and his legs almost gave out from underneath him.
He could only wonder how long he'd been breathing it in without realizing, or even what version of pollen it might have been. A cuddle pollen? A sex pollen? With Ivy, one could never know. Her wild swings back and forth from being helpful to harmful was enough to give anyone whiplash, especially if it was an old trap sprung. She hadn't shown up to the battle, and Jason let out a sigh before he tried to right himself up and move towards the back entrance of the stairwell. His heartbeat was flying off, pounding in his ears like galloping horses with every step.
That couldn't be good. And neither was it that one of the supes decided to come visit.
"Great, it's you!" Jason grunted as he sneered. Not only was he stuck in a precarious position, but now he was saddled with an idiot.
"So what, it's me. Do you want help or not? You look like you can barely keep yourself upright."
Kon stepped forward and Jason threw his hand up.
"I don't need your help!" Before he could even finish getting the statement out, Jason watched the world start to spin round and round, and try as he might not to, he began to sway. He could feel the world run off kilter, the ground coming up to meet him with alarming speed. Before he could get hit by the hardness of the concrete, Kon was already there, holding him up.
"You idiot!" he groaned, trying not to vomit everywhere.
"Sheesh, you'd think I didn't just save you from smashing your face into the dirty ground."
"No-no, you've got pollen on you now. Can't your special eyes see that I'm covered in it?"
"I don't have allergies," Kon griped.
"How the hell Tim puts up with you," Jason began, but startled slightly when Kon leaned in and sniffed near his glands.
"Look, I think you're just going into a heat-"
"No shit, sherlock-"
"And I should probably get you home, or better yet, the manor, right?" Kon swept Jason up off his feet, earning another startling groan before they were suddenly out of the building and off in the air. It took a dazzling few seconds for Jason to get ahold of his senses.
"Don't take me back to them!" Jason growled, fangs bared. He tried to dig his fingers into the supe's skin for attention but it was a pointless endeavor.
"You're in trouble Jason, what do you want me to do?" Kon slowed his flight, and Jason had to hand it to the kid, he had the look of someone who genuinely wanted to help. He couldn't be all that bad, and maybe it wouldn't be all that bad. He realized he was practically groping Kon's pec and yanked it away before collecting himself, which was hard enough to do when one was getting carried around like some bride.
"I just-I need help alright. It's too late for the kind of help they'll give," Jason tried to impart. He threw his head back and let out a groan. His body was on fire now, dizzying his sight and making it difficult to think. "This pollen isn't for the faint of hearts or heats."
"O-kay…" Kon was saying, though his voice seemed further away than it should. Jason blinked his eyes back open and squarely as possible looked the flushed supe in the eyes.
"You're contaminated too. You need to take us somewhere where you can lock us up with some heat toys. What are you, a beta or something?"
"Alpha."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"You, why do you smell weird? I don't see any patches, you on blockers?"
"I'm only half human, duh. Now who's being the idiot?"
"How would I know, I don't keep up with all Tim's friends."
"Okay, well now you do know, so what's the catch and why am I feeling…off?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Jason moaned, uncomfortable between his thighs. It was like an ungodly need to touch himself was creeping through his skin and talking was only getting in the way, especially now that he knew…or maybe he didn't.
"Got a knot?"
"Wow, rude, but yah."
"Think-" Jason started to say before he was overcome with a wave of intense need. Somehow just knowing a perfectly good and usable knot was nearby had drawn the slick right out of him.
"Whoa," Kon blurted out, cheeks reddening.
"Don't--just--take me to my safehouse. Toys…or fuck me, something!" Jason finally managed to get the words out, and Kon nodded but as they started flying, he realized he'd never told Kon where the nearest safehouse even was. He couldn't tell if Kon was speaking anymore, or where they were as his senses had begun dwindling down to the only things that mattered-the alpha holding him, and the smell that wasn't quite right. It was a protective scent, infused with leather and something he couldn't really put his finger on. Maybe that was alien biology, but Jason hardly cared anymore if he was Martian or man, he just needed.
When they landed, Jason had gotten somewhat back in control of his senses, the unfamiliar place high in the city skyline of Metropolis, and inside the clearly paid for by Kon's evil human father penthouse condo, Jason found himself lulled into a sense of safety. He didn't smell anyone else around, didn't have to worry about anyone walking in on him, and Kon didn't seem so bad, not when he began scenting him.
"Stupid fucking patches," Jason was saying, pulling them off his glands so Kon could get closer. It felt so good and relieving to have his scent wafting about, mingling in the open space with the spiced tones he was beginning to pick up on. Kon's scent was finally being affected by the pollen, and Jason couldn't really find it in himself to care much about it anymore. Friend or Foe, Kon smelled too good to stop himself from leaning in and scenting the started Alpha.
"We need a shower." The alpha's tone was commanding, voice far more exacting than he expected, and when they entered the bathroom, Jason fumbled to undo his clothing. Kon set him down on a plastic chair in the shower, and Jason's brows furrowed as tossed his leather jacket to the side alongside Kon's haphazardly. Despite how overly hot he felt, hands grasping to pull more of his clothes off, he couldn't turn the inquisitive parts of his brain off fully.
"Why the chair?"
"For guests who need it." Kon said as if the news was normal, and when the alpha peeled his suit off, Jason's eyes were locked in. Even if he and Kon had a little bit of rivalry going on in the past, he couldn't help but admire the expanse of muscle. Unlike his own nicked and scarred tissue, Kon's was completely free of consequence of a life filled with battle. He wasn't exactly jealous, far too attracted to think of anything more than what was still covered below.
"Are you showering with me?" Jason asked, shirt tossed off. It was his turn to watch Kon's nostrils flare, and the desire to mate was suddenly suffocating in the small space.
"Why not?" Kon said, voice thick with something primordial. His pupils were dilated, chest rising and with each breath drawing in needy omega pheromones. Even the strongest alpha would struggle with it. A drugged one? Likely impossible.
Jason struggled with his boots, struggling to not throw himself up onto Kon as much as it seemed the supe was grappling to take off his belt and his own boots. Soon their clothes were piled to the side and Kon turned the water on.
"How are you standing?"
"I don't think I'm affected as badly as you," Kon admitted, though Jason could see very much just how affected the alpha was by the size of his formidable hanging limb below. They looked at one another freely, and Kon pulled off the shower head and brought it over.
"Feels good," Jason moaned, the grit and grime of Gotham pleasantly washing away and the heat relaxing the tension that had built up in his muscles, though he could feel it was short living in the the ache that was building up below. When Kon reached up and pulled on his mask though he seemed to snap to attention and grabbed the startled alpha's wrist out of his daze.
"What're you doing?"
"You're not seriously going to wear this the whole time are you? I'll be able to find you by scent alone for the rest of our lives."
Jason reluctantly let his hand fall away and gave a small nod. Peeling it away, Jason hissed slightly at the sting of it, but getting to see Kon's expression clear of the lenses, made his heart hammer in his chest all over again. It wasn't like his eyes could smell, but Kon was so close again, exuding protective strong hints of a near rut that it made him gush again. The only difference now was there was nothing to stop the slick from leaking down between his legs into the shower, drifting in the foggy haze of heat.
"You smell so good," Kon said, losing his cool for a moment. He threaded his fingers through Jason's wet locks and leaned down to kiss him. It was electric, sparking a needy jagged euphoria down his body along with the praise. His legs opened instinctively and Kon didn't hesitate to get in between them. Half washed, the shower head was suddenly forgotten, slipping down to the ground and spraying at an odd angle. Their mouths were glued together, moans drawn deep out of their throats and Jason found himself clasping at the powerful biceps to draw Kon down more and more. Not that he could force Kon to do anything, but the half-Kryptonian was more than eager to oblige, his own hand drifting down between them to touch hesitantly.
"You sure you want this?" Kon asked, breaking their kiss. Their breath mingled, panting, and Jason couldn't help but scoff slightly. He grabbed Kon's hand and firmly placed it on his own hardon, meeting his gaze.
"You waiting for me to whine at you or something?"
"I don't know, yea, yes! Your scents all over the place," Kon griped before applying just the right kind of pressure around his shaft. Jason threw his head back in a moan, but it wasn't enough, and he tried to get the point across in his scent just how very much he liked it.
"I'd rather it be you than some random knot-head," Jason replied, moving Kon's hand with his own until the supe got the idea and started doing it himself. Their mouths met for another kiss, deepening and somewhat sloppy on Jason's part. It was all going to his head and the pressure that was building up inside him was centering in his gut while slick continued to drench the seat below him. It didn't take much more for him to cum, the tension cut and pleasure erupting through his body.
Kon got his whine then, a whine and a moan and a keen and a cry all wrapped up into one noise that reverberated off the shower walls. It was loud and made the younger man blush to high heavens. When the relief from the dizzying symptoms was enough to bring a smirk to Jason's lips, he reached up and grabbed Kon by the jaw.
"Do you need a little relief too?"
Kon eagerly nodded, licking his lips and Jason leaned down as he pushed Kon upright and found the swell of cock below. The knot of it was slightly bulbing out, Kon smelling proud and wanting, and Jason grabbed the hefty weight of its length and began to stroke him while licking at the dripping tip. It wasn't the first time he'd given head, but it was the first time he'd ever given a supe some, something that wasn't on his bingo list even to begin with, but Jason was more than up for the challenge.
"This good?" Jason's asked, liking the clarity in his mind now that he'd gotten off at least once. The dull ache wasn't through with him, familiar in any heat, but there was an edge to it that told him it'd hit harder and faster than they'd probably like.
"Yes, yes, it's real good!" Kon moaned.
All at once he was hit with a wave of possessive desire to make Kon feel even better and he wrapped his mouth around and began to swirl his tongue. It earned him a moan and when he began to bob his head, he could almost swear he heard Kon cuss. Somehow it made him laugh and double his efforts, wanting to pull more filthy words from the goody two-shoes.
Careful not to get caught by Kon's knot, Jason gripped the bulge tightly and swallowed around the thickness as he sucked harder and harder until he'd earned his salty prize. Kon above was grasping at the walls to hold himself up as his hips jerked and he grunted. There was nothing but pleased omega and alpha, sexed and satiated for the moment. Kon was panting above him as he pulled off and held the knot with a lick of his lips. He'd drawn that look of bliss out of the supe's normal grinning face and he smirked, finally letting go. It wouldn't do, he could tell, by the way Kon's expression went darker with ache.
"Shower, then we can go for another round. Hurry, I don't have long."
Kon reached his hand out, the shower head rising to his hand and he glanced nervously at Jason to see how he'd respond, but Jason was too used to being around metas that he gave a little shrug and laid back against the wall and spread his legs. Though his own spunk had cooled in the meantime, he rubbed it around and licked his lips again.
"Hurry."
"Okay," Kon said, fumbling slightly as he washed himself off in record time before focusing on Jason. It was more perfunctory than anything, but Jason sucked in air when Kon's fingers wiped at the slick covering the glands of his inner thighs, muscles tensing and relaxing. He didn't have long at all at this rate, especially when Kon found the toy further down.
"What's this?"
"Plug-" Jason said, breathy and excited.
"Want me to pull it out?"
"No, just Hurry.
"I am!" Kon said, turning off the shower and getting them toweled up. Jason helped where he could, but he could tell his limbs were getting heavy again, the world lurching to the side once more. Kon caught him, letting out a tsk of his tongue.
"We gonna keep doing this?"
"Take me to whatever you got going on as a nest around here."
"My nest is pretty basic."
"I don't really care, never was much the nesting type," Jason said honestly, though he wouldn't admit to anyone else that he kept certain scents around him for his heats. Now all he was going to have was Kon's and maybe the alpha would be willing to part with a shirt later on, but for now he clung around the younger man's shoulders while they moved, annoyed slightly that he couldn't walk on his own.
What passed for rudimentary was a luxurious bed and pillows that circled with a hanging drape that could cover the space completely. Jason let out another scoff.
"This is rudimentary?"
"Well, I mean, I'm hardly ever here. It's mostly neutral scented."
"I'll be the judge of that," Jason said, knowing full well that Kon likely had something like super smell going on given his little speech earlier. He crawled into the thick of it when he was set down, and fell into the middle with a groan. His body was getting hot again, the slick making his thighs wet. "Close the curtains? Your place is too big, too empty."
"Yah," Kon said, drawing the hanging fabric around until he'd gotten in and closed it completely. There in the quiet they breathed each other in and waited. It was silent but for Jason's panting and moaning until he finally held his hand out and accepted Kon formally closer. It was a subtle thing, and Jason was sure to remember it when it was all said and done and he pulled Kon over him and kissed him approvingly and hard. Kon's mouth was hot on the glands of his neck next, forcing his jaw to tip back. There was no world where he wasn't going to bruise from the eager suction, but Jason didn't care about it, arms gripping Kon close as they could for more as their bodies pressed against each other.
"Got any toys here?"
"The plug's not enough?"
"No, need both- you know, filled," Jason said, grinning as the reality of it hit Kon's face.
"What about me?"
"You gonna keep up?" Jason asked, spreading his legs. The smell of desperate omega was stronger in the enclosed space, stronger now that the pollen was working its way through Jason's blood stream well and good. He was in agony in the few minutes they were talking, his slick saturating the bed below and he bared his throat, "common, show me what you've got."
Kon swallowed, the click in his throat loud enough to hear. HIs fingers were first, dipping down into the slick folds between the plugged toy below and omegan cock above.
"You're drenched."
"Don't tease me."
"I'm not," Kon asserted, scent flaring with lust. His fingers were blunt and large, stroking sensitive skin until it'd pressed into the glistening hole to test the waters. Jason let out a keening moan, more the picturesque omega with his back arching. Emboldened by the response, Kon began to push in further, exploring and finding just where and how Jason liked to be touched. He soon found that walking his fingers together towards his front brought out the largest of gasps and shaking muscles. His other hand was soon playing with the plug, pulling it out and letting his muscles suck the toy back in before he let his powers take over. Jason's voice was louder than ever, moaning as sensations turned him raw and sensitive, but he soon wanted more than just that, reaching down to draw Kon's hand away and watched through his bleary hazed eyes as the alpha sucked the slick off his fingers.
"Fuck me, Kon, now," Jason demanded, voice thick with hunger, eyes greedy. Kon came in, their mouths crashing together as he kneed his way between Jason's legs and rubbed the head of his cock against the slick folds before pressing into Jason's heat. He was slow at first, and the tightness of being filled grew and grew, until Kon was seated all the way in. Jason could feel the stretch of skin pleasant and sensitive, aiding in drawing out more of his moans as Kon began to rock and gain a pace they both liked.
The world had boiled down to the smell of them together, their rocking bodies, and the heat that radiated between them both. Jason was out of his mind with insatiable thirst, greedily squeezing down on the toy and Kon for more and more. His legs joined in the action, the gentle rocks turning into pounding thrusts. Kon was working harder and harder, whether it was gauging his strength or the sudden feel of pressure all over his body from Kon's tactile telekinesis, the alpha began to pant heavily over him in exertion. Jason met the force with his own until suddenly his body was thrown over the edge and pleasure blinded him in a keening cry. It wasn't enough, tired as he was, now he needed more and he began to pull on Kon with his legs to get him to keep moving harder. It was like floating, and maybe he was the pillow of air softer and more secure than any nest, or maybe it was the pollen speaking, causing him to hallucinate. Unsure and uncaring, carnal desires that continued to rage within him.
HIs nipples were suddenly being pinched, and he could barely see or tell if it was Kon's hands or not, it felt so good, and right, and he couldn't catch his breath anymore; heaving and gulping when he could before he was blinded by another all consuming orgasm, Jason was lost completely to the whims of his alpha. Maybe it was a third and a fourth that followed too; Jason couldn't tell anymore. All he knew was the sound of them as one, moving in sync to his growing ecstasy. He was lost in rapture, thunderstruck by the skill Kon possessed. Maybe he'd underestimated Kon after all, eyes unseeing and amazed as he came once more, so intensely he lost consciousness.
When he woke he was knotted, no clues telling him how long it'd been, but Kon was holding him tight, letting Jason drape over on top with ease despite his size. Jason had to admit when his mind cleared just enough that he might actually like calling on the alpha for his normal heats, daydreaming of the idea when Kon roused and they started kissing again. A good lay was a good lay, and Jason was willing to admit he could use the catharsis of it, especially with someone like Kon. Surprisingly gentlemanly, even if he was hot headed.
They passed the night and well into the next few days, Kon occasionally leaving to provide him with water and food, cleaning him up through the worst of it until at last Jason could think clearly and move again. Sitting up in the nest bed next to a sleeping supe, he found himself vying for nicotine. He got up, finding his clothes and things cleaned and ready on the nearby dresser. He fished out his lighter and a cigarette and made his way to the balcony with his jeans on and took a good long breath of fresh air. The skyline was very different from Gotham, offering a brightness and hope that the grime and grunge of Gotham never could and he lit his cigarette in defiance to it, watching the people far below like ants.
"You feeling better?" Kon asked, joining him at his side.
"Yah," Jason said, turning to face him. "Thanks for the assist."
"Can't say it wasn't fun."
"Me neither. Wanna do it again next time?"
"I think I'd like that," Kon said, grinning shyly.
"Maybe next time we play around with that TTK of yours," Jason said taking another long drag from his cigarette to the tune of Kon laughing.
"Yah. It's a date."