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Prime clears his throat and looks up from the floor, heart beating a little quicker.
“Hi Jay, it’s me… CK. You remember me, right? We uh… spent the night together?”
He waits a beat, and when there is no response, he continues.
“I know it’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other, but… I just missed you. Is that weird to say? I know we don’t know each other all that well, but I—”
“CK, what are you doing?”
Prime spins around and comes face to face with a very confused Lois Lane standing in his empty apartment with her hands on her hips. When did she get here?! He’s trying to plan his speech out so he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of the man who popped his virgin cherry one short month ago.
“I have the spare key, remember? I was just dropping off some food for you,” She clarifies because he must look like a deer in the headlights right now. She raises up the plastic bag hanging off her wrist. “Were you… talking to yourself?”
CK flushes. “Uh… yeah! Yeah. Just uh, superhero things. You know how it is.” He crosses his arms over his chest and tries to look serious.
She stares at him blankly. God, she thinks he’s a fucking idiot, doesn’t she?
“Sounded awfully like you confessing your feelings to someone, but sure, superhero things.”
Pulitzer Prize-winning investigative work happening here, ladies and gentlemen.
“Lois—! It’s not—” He slaps his hand dramatically to his forehead and sighs. “You're right, Lois… I’ve found someone who accepts me and my sordid past. He understands me in ways that not many others do.”
“Uh-huh…” She trails off, unconvinced.
“You don't believe me, do you?”
“Honestly, CK, I’m just happy if you’re happy. You’re doing good here, and I want you to keep that up. If you’ve found someone to do that with? Then it doesn’t matter what I think.”
Oh. Why does that make Prime want to cry? She is too good to him… Clark, her own husband—the real Superman—is missing in action, but she is still cheering on Prime.
“Thanks, Lois. I’m really trying here.”
Lois puts down the plastic bag on the kitchen counter and starts unpacking it. The bare essentials for a bachelor such as himself, but the sight makes his chest hurt, a deep thud that has him looking away from Lois. It reminds him of his own mother after she’d come home from the market on lazy Sunday mornings. He can’t even bring himself to help her put the groceries away at that moment. He didn’t think he saw Lois as a mother-figure, but maybe he’s so starved for attention that he’s starting to see her that way.
“I know you are,” Lois says as she places a carton of milk in his fridge. “Don’t forget to pay rent by the way; the landlord texted me saying that you were late last month.”
Okay, Mom.
“Hey—Why are they texting you about that!? I can handle it!”
“Apparently you weren’t answering, and my name is also on the lease. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need some money?”
Ah. He thinks about the unread texts on his phone and cringes. He’s just the most useless, pathetic superhero ever. Can’t even pay rent on time.
“No, Lois! I’m just still adjusting to the whole work-life balance thing. I’m fine.” CK says a little too sharply.
“Okay, okay! Just checking.”
“I appreciate it, really,” Prime says after a moment because he feels bad for snapping at her when she’s just trying to help.
“I know,” Lois replies, closing the cupboard with a flourish.
She leaves soon after; there isn’t much for them to talk about, considering. He’s left with his thoughts again, and they very quickly go back to Jason.
He lies on his bed (the bare mattress on his floor) and stares at his phone. He wishes he had Jay’s number; that would make reaching out so much easier. He stupidly didn’t even think to ask him when he left that morning. He was too occupied with the fact that Jason woke him up, dressed in nothing but boxer shorts and a cup of coffee in hand, and blandly told him he had work in twenty minutes.
Prime jolted up stark naked and changed into his clothes, jumping into his pants one foot at a time. Jason watched him, trying not to smirk as Prime asked how he looked, crumpled clothes and sex-mussed hair. He raced out the door after that, taking off in the direction of Metropolis to shower and make it to work on time.
He sighs, lovesick. He desperately wants to see him again. The night they spent together was… mindblowing, to say the least. Does Jason feel the same way? Would he want to do that again? God, he hopes so.
Prime doesn’t work for a couple of days, so maybe he should just stop by Jason’s house, drop in unannounced and beg on his knees for another chance to rock his world.
Yeah, that's a good idea. Maybe he’ll show up with flowers too, get real romantic with it. He saw the books in Jason’s bookshelf, full of classic literature; what if he stole some first edition from a museum and gave it to Jason as a gift? Yes, stealing is bad, but it’s for a good reason. It’s for love!
Maybe Jason wouldn’t even like that sort of thing… Maybe he’s a takeout and movie in your sweatpants kind of guy.
Argh! What should I do?!
Prime ends up doing neither of these things and instead flies to Gotham until he lands on Jason’s balcony. He can hear his heartbeat coming from inside, so it seems that he isn’t out on patrol tonight. He knocks on the window. “Jason, it’s me!” He calls, and when he realizes ‘me’ isn’t very specific, he calls out again. “It’s CK!”
He can’t see anything inside as the blinds are closed, but he can see strips of light coming through the shutters. He knows Jason is home right now.
Suddenly, the light is overcome by a shadow and the blinds peek open to reveal a pair of green, steely eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Comes the muffled voice that could only belong to one Jason Peter Todd.
Prime smiles at his general grumpiness. “Well, hello to you too.”
“There a reason you’re hovering outside my window like a peeping tom?”
“Are you doing something naughty that I should be peeping in on?”
Jason huffs out a laugh, which Prime counts as a win. “If you think being laid up in bed with a twisted ankle counts as naughty, then yeah, I’m downright sinful right now.”
Are they flirting right now or is this just how Jason talks to people?
“Are you wearing any clothes while being laid up in bed or…?”
The blinds close and Prime blinks, surprised. Did he say something wrong?
He’s about to open his mouth to apologize when the blinds get raised, and then Jason is unlocking and opening the window. He is shirtless and just as attractive as Prime remembers. His thick arms are littered with faded white scars as he leans them against the windowsill.
“Wow, uh—Hi,” CK says, gracefully, trying valiantly to keep his eyes level with Jason's.
“Are you going to stand there and gawk or come inside?”
Prime nearly trips over his own feet to hop the windowsill. “Yup, coming inside now. Not gawking BTW.”
Once he’s inside, he quickly notices that Jason is favouring his left side as he hobbles back so Prime can scale the window. Jason is wearing joggers, but CK notices the compression ankle brace that decorates his foot.
“Are you okay?”
Jason shrugs. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just have to take a couple days off patrol so it doesn’t get worse.”
Prime can’t stop checking Jason out as he walks away from him; he follows him as if magnetized, his ass looks delectable right now. His pants hug his cheeks so well that Prime wants to reach out and grab them.
They end up in Jason’s room, and Jason collapses back onto his bed. He lifts his leg and rests it on a pillow with a wince. His ankle looks swollen, bulging out on the sides.
Prime stands there awkwardly; this is not going according to plan. Why did Jason let him in if he was just going back to rest in bed? Think, think, think. He needs to do something to get on Jason’s good side that won’t get him kicked out immediately.
“I’ll go get you some ice for that ankle!” CK says before spinning on his heel and racing out of the bedroom and back down the hall towards his kitchen before Jason can open his mouth to respond.
He’s never been in Jason’s kitchen before, so he takes a moment to look around. Local restaurant menus are pinned to the fridge with magnets, and there’s an empty paper bag that once held a burger or two. When he opens the fridge, he sees protein drinks, a carton of eggs, multiple tubs of yogurt, and a still-packaged container of chicken breasts. A fridge of someone who bulks, that’s for sure.
Luckily, Jason has an ice pack in his freezer, so Prime takes the kitchen rag that's hanging off the stove railing and covers the ice pack so it’s not directly on Jason’s skin.
He’s about to head back to the bedroom when he realizes Jason might be hungry. He hasn’t been able to cook for himself with his ankle, so Prime snoops around in his pantry and finds some chicken noodle soup, plus an apron that says ‘Mind if I Smoke’ with a photo of a BBQ, which Prime puts on immediately. He wonders where Jason got the apron from… If he bought it himself or if it was a gift.
Prime is aware soup is more for when someone is sick, but Jason is still under the weather; he’s not in his… Prime. Ba-dum tss.
Cue the next fifteen minutes of Prime making soup and a grilled cheese for Jason. He’s no chef, so this is the best he can do. He hasn’t made food for himself for pretty much his entire life, so it’s not like he’s had time to practice. He knows he’s being loud, pots and pans clanging about, and he lets out a fuck when he gets distracted and burns one side of the grilled cheese. He feels a little silly, as he’s wearing his Superboy Prime outfit with the apron overtop, but maybe Jason will think it’s charming.
When he eventually delivers everything to Jason’s room, the man looks up from his book and smirks, a cigarette burning between his fingers. “I was wondering what the hell was taking you so long to get ice.” He bookmarks his novel and puts it on his side table before taking a final drag of his cigarette and putting it out on the bedside ashtray.
Jason takes the ice pack from Prime, half-melted by this point, and puts it over his ankle and lets out a sigh as it begins to slowly numb his skin.
Prime invites himself onto Jason’s bed and sits cross-legged on the covers beside him.
Jason glances over at him, and his eyes trail downwards. “I see you found my apron.” He comments around a mouthful of soup.
Prime grins. “Looks good on me, huh?”
“The colours clash with your costume.”
He wants to stick out his tongue at Jason, but that would be childish, right? So instead, Prime leans over and snags half the grilled cheese off of Jason’s plate and takes a huge bite of it. It definitely tastes burnt. Hopefully Jason won’t notice.
A few moments later Jason takes a bite of the other half of his grilled cheese and takes a bite. There are a couple moments of quiet chewing before he pipes up. “Hm. You forget about it or something?”
“Just eat your damn food and be grateful,” Prime grits out at him.
Jason chuckles to himself but eats all of his food, scraping the soup bowl with his spoon until it's empty. Prime is secretly pleased; his stomach is warm with the domesticity of it all. He has a friend for the first time in a long, long time.
They eat in silence for a while, and when they’re done, Jason stacks the dishes on his side table. It starts to get awkward after that because what the fuck is Prime even doing here?
“Soo…” Prime starts, wringing his hands. “You have a deck of cards lying around or something?”
Jason scoffs. “You didn’t come here to play cards, Clark.”
Prime flushes red and looks away. “Well! It’s not like I’m expecting anything; your ankle is all messed up!
“I can do a lot with a messed up ankle, y’know,” Jason says with a smirk, and Prime doesn’t know why Jason is trying to prove something; trust him, he knows that intimately. Every time Prime takes himself in hand, he thinks about their night together. It’s pretty much on a loop at this point.
“Oh, I’m sure.”
He hears Jason laugh. “Why are you acting so weird? I have a twisted ankle, not a broken spine. I know you think humans are fickle beings, especially those from this universe, so what gives? You’re just here for your vice, aren’t you?”
Prime bristles. Well, that makes him sound like a fucking douchebag. “What is that supposed to mean?” He’s not that shallow, is he?
“I don’t think it's a stretch to say that you're obviously struggling to adjust here, no? You literally have a full-time Justice League shadow that follows you around. Gossip gets around quickly in superhero circles; I had my family asking me why you were at my place overnight. So thanks for that.” Jason rolls his eyes.
“The JL doesn't trust me yet; that’s why they follow me around, but I’m doing just fine, thanks.”
“Hey–All I'm saying is that you don't need to dance around the fact you're here for sex.”
“That's not–”
Jason cuts him off. “I don't care if that's the case.”
“Well, I do because I actually wanted to tell you that I li–”
Jason cuts him off again. “No, you don't.”
“Stop cutting me off!”
“Stop saying bullshit then.”
“I didn't even finish my sentence!”
“I already knew what you were gonna say.”
Prime gets off the bed and throws up his hands. “Argh! You're so infuriating!”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Jason says from the bed, nonplussed. Jeez, he's in a freaking mood today.
“Whatever. I'm just going to go then, I guess,” Prime says, taking off the stupid apron and hanging it over Jason’s desk chair before stalking towards the door of his room to leave. If Jason isn't going to have a mature conversation, then he'll just go. Usually Prime is the one being accused of being immature. What a weird turn of events.
“CK, wait–” Jason sighs as he swings his bad ankle off the bed in an attempt to get up.
A teeny tiny smile appears on Prime’s face as he faces the door. Okay, he likes it when Jason chases after him.
“No, no. I'm just bothering you. Too much Prime-Time, I get it.” He really lays it on thick. The saddest, most kicked Kryptonian in the entire galaxy. He looks back at Jason, who is still getting off the bed and gives him his best puppy-dog eyes.
“Clark,” Jason mutters, and he's nearing Prime now, who is very intentionally slowly shuffling his feet towards the hallway of Jason's apartment.
When Jason's hand meets Prime's shoulder, he spins around and moves them until Jason is pushed against the wall, his back roughly hitting the wallpaper.
Jason makes a sound as if the air had been knocked out of him, and he narrows his eyes at Prime. “What the hell are you doing?”
They are so close. They've never been this close, Prime realizes belatedly. The way CK has to look up the tiniest bit to look into Jason's eyes. The way he can see every scar and freckle on Jason's handsome face. The way his unstyled hair flops on his forehead, the white streak stark against the rest of his black hair.
Well, he has been this close to Jason, but he was balls deep and plastered against his back at the time, biting at his neck like a wild animal. Not in kissing distance like he is now.
And Prime really, really wants to kiss him. He has since they first met. He has since he read Under the Red Hood all those years ago and was attracted to his moral greyness. He probably has since Jason was Robin and Prime was just Clark Kent of his own universe, none the wiser of his hidden powers and sexuality.
It's messed up that they've fucked but haven't even kissed. He likes Jason, and he wants to show him since the stubborn bastard won't believe him. How can he know what Prime's feelings are? Jason may not know him, but Clark knows Jason. He's the only human that he actually gives a damn about. One of the few people he cares about in this universe altogether.
Sure, there's Lois and the Kents and his coworkers. They don't get him, though; they are walking on eggshells around him just waiting for him to fuck up. Jason knows that he's fucked up and will probably fuck up again any minute now… Say the wrong thing in front of the wrong person and ruin his chances of becoming someone Superman can be proud of. All he wants is for Superman to say Yup, he was Superman while I was away, and he did a great job!
He knows he’s a fraud, that his sincerity for this universe is fake. That his regrets are paper-thin. Yes, he feels bad for what he’s done, but it’s in some abstract way where he knows it’s wrong, but deep down he feels nothing.
But Jason… He makes Prime want to feel something. He does feel something with him. He feels more than lust; he feels hope that he can be better. Call Jason his muse or some other corny shit. He just really wants to kiss Jason right now.
“Get off me,” Jason says, hands on Prime’s shoulders to try and push him away but to no avail. Prime cages him against the wall and uses a modicum of his strength to keep Jason there.
“No.”
Jason scoffs, obviously surprised. “No? I'm not in the mood for your shit today, Prime.” He tries to push back again, but Prime keeps him in place with hands on his hips.
“Oh, so now you want to fuck me? I knew that’s why you showed up to—”
He still doesn’t get it. CK leans in and cuts Jason off, kissing him roughly. Jason makes a surprised sound as their lips meet, and Prime can hear his heart skipping a beat before he immediately tries to push him off.
Prime relents and leans back slightly, just far enough away that he’s nearly going cross-eyed to look at Jason for his reaction.
He almost expects it when he sees Jason’s hand flying towards his head. He moves his face to the side so Jason can slap him and not break his hand on Prime’s steel skin. The crack of Jason’s palm against his face is loud, and it would’ve hurt like a bitch if Prime wasn’t Kryptonian.
“Why the hell did you do that?” Jason demands, but Prime can feel how warm Jason’s body is getting, how his ears are turning red, and his heart is beating a little bit faster.
“Because I wanted to, and I think you wanted it too.”
“God, you’re annoying. You just don’t give up, do you?” Jason asks with a huff, and Prime notices that the fight has left him. Jason leans against the wall, and he isn’t actively pushing Prime away anymore.
“I told you. It’s because I like yo—”
Jason cuts him off this time, taking CK’s face in his hands and bringing their lips together again. Their first and second kiss aren’t fireworks and rainbows, but it's them, where nothing in their lives has been fireworks and rainbows, so it works. It’s perfect.
It’s a mess of lips and teeth after that. It’s like a match has been lit between them, and every time they come together more oil is added. Prime pushes him back against the wall, crowding him there until Jason can only taste, feel and smell him and him only. He feels obsessed at that moment. He wants Jason, probably more than he ever has before. Now that he’s gotten a night with him, there’s no going back. There’s no forgetting what they’ve done; he only hopes for what comes next.
Their kisses are hard, and their roaming hands are harder. Jason's arms wind around the back of Prime’s neck to keep him close, and CK can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling of Jason’s large, warm hands begging him to stick close.
He detaches from Jason’s mouth to kiss down his throat. Rough, wet kisses that turn to small bites. He can nearly taste the way Jason’s pulse is jumping under his mouth, and it's turning him on beyond belief. A hand creeps up Jason’s bare torso, feeling how his abdomen constricts under him.
“Fuck… Prime. More,” Jason groans.
He’s whining into Jason’s neck now, itching to get closer, begging to get closer. He wants to crawl into Jason’s skin and make a home there. CK is desperate to be inside him again. Jason’s thigh is between his legs and Prime can’t help but hump it, rub his growing length against his thigh.
Prime licks the scar on the side of Jason’s neck, a long, thick horizontal scar that has been there for years by the feel of it. He has an inkling to ask before he’s focusing on the soft pants that Jason is making under him.
“I wanna fuck you,” Prime begs, kissing over the scar.
Jason is nodding. “Yeah? Are you gonna do it or just hump me into the wall?” He goads.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” Prime corrects himself, fingers digging into Jason’s hips. He pulls Jason close to him, thrusting into his leg. Rutting into him with no decorum, inhibitions gone because all he can see is Jason, all he can smell is Jason, all he can feel is Jason. The one month apart has him feeling ravenous; he doesn't want to part from Jason now that he has him in his clutches again.
Jason’s palm finds CK’s cheek, tilting his face up until they are face to face again. “Do it then,” He demands, and then he kisses him hard.
Prime’s heart is ricocheting in his chest as he kisses Jason just as roughly. His hands climb Jason’s spine, and he feels every knob on his back. Feels every bullet wound and knife scar. He feels how Jason arches into him and reacts to every kiss and nip against his lips.
He takes them to bed after that, using his super speed to jet them over. Jason blinks, eyes glazed over with lust, as he adjusts to the change in scenery. He scoots up the bed until his head is lying on the pillow and he opens his legs, inviting Prime in. There is a throw pillow that is still at the end of the bed, and Jason rests his bad ankle back on it again.
CK is about to join him when Jason’s hand snaps out to stop him. “Take that off,” he breathes, nodding towards Prime’s costume.
Oh, yeah. He looks down and sees his Superboy Prime outfit is still on. His hard cock is jutting against the fabric obnoxiously. That definitely needs to go.
He strips down quickly, leaving his outfit in a pile on the floor before crawling onto the bed and over Jason, who is waiting on his forearms for him.
“I didn’t point—I didn’t mention it before, but this—” Jason brings his hands up and touches Prime’s body, the large self-inflicted scar that takes up his entire chest region.
“It’s kind of hard to miss,” Prime jokes. Deflecting from the trauma that stems from the piece.
“I was a little distracted with other parts of your body the first time,” Jason jokes back. His cock. He’s talking about Prime’s alien cock.
“Does it hurt?” Jason asks, leaning up further and kissing the scar tissue, ever so softly. A side of Jason that Prime has never seen before. At least a side he hasn’t seen in person, and not the comics he’s read.
Prime’s heart drops into his stomach. He’s never been asked that before. He’s speechless for the first time in a long time. Their rough kisses and hands have melted into lazy and sensual touches. It makes Prime feel special that Jason is treating him so nicely.
“No, not anymore. Now it just takes away from my general handsomeness.” His cheeky tone sounds fake to his own ears, but Jason doesn’t call him out on it.
He is still kissing his scar, up between his pecs and along the curve of the ‘S’ that adorns his chest. His hands touch Prime’s body, smoothing up from his waist up until his fingers are massaging the skin of his scar, pulling and stretching it gently. CK’s skin is buzzing with tension, with a feeling he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager. Since he was with Laurie. Maybe he’s just touch-starved. He shouldn’t be feeling this way after two interactions, right?
To stop himself from saying something embarrassing, he pushes Jason away from him and onto his back on the bed. He looks down at the man below and takes his cock in his hand, finally getting some direct stimulation on himself. Jason looks so good like this, spread out on his back, chest heaving as he looks up at Prime. Fucking him from behind had an amazing view, but the front is already shaping up to be even better. Prime doesn’t know if he will be able to last if he’s going to see Jason’s face contorted with pleasure.
“Just like last time?” Prime asks, double-checking before he does anything more.
Jason nods. “Get the lube,” He demands and hooks his chin in the direction of his side table.
Prime doesn't have to be told twice, eager to please and horny as hell. He grabs the lubricant from the side table drawer, ignoring the pistol, condoms and pack of cigarettes that are also there. If Jason wanted to use condoms, he would’ve said that, and now that Prime has fucked him raw, he doesn’t think he could go back.
“We gotta be careful. We should probably do it like this,” Prime says, eyeing their positions and that Jason is injured. He also just wants to look at Jason while he fucks him. Hopefully his worries for Jason’s condition trumps any sort of romantic shit that Jason can call him out on.
“You? Careful?” Jason teases with a laugh.
Prime suddenly leans down over Jason and pins his wrists to either side of his head. “What did you say to your family, by the way?”
Jason looks confused at the topic change, eyes darting between Prime’s. “What?”
“About me staying over, you said they asked you about it last time,” CK asks as he begins to litter kisses down Jason’s neck.
“I obviously lied; I nearly have a reputation as bad as yours. Last thing they need to know is that I’m fucking an ex-supervillain.”
Prime reaches his chest and wetly kisses over a nipple, tongue swirling the quickly hardening bud. He can feel Jason try to move his wrists from Prime’s grip, but he just holds him tighter and sucks harder.
He looks up at Jason for a moment, lips wet with saliva. “What if I want people to know about us?”
Jason snorts. “Tough shit. I don’t really do relationships, and I definitely don’t introduce people I’m dating to Bruce.”
Relationships. Dating. Introducing to fathers. Why does the thought of having that with Jason make him harder? He wants that. He wants that nearly more than he wants to fuck Jason into the mattress right now. He will revisit this thought later on.
“Guess I’ll just have to make you scream loud enough that my Justice League entourage will be able to hear you from their perch in the sky outside your apartment. You know how gossipy they can be…” He smirks as he copies Jason’s words from earlier.
Jason fights against Prime’s steel hold again. “I’d like to see you try.” He levels Prime with a sultry look.
“Challenge accepted,” Prime grins. Easiest challenge of this life. Jason is going to wish he never said that.
He continues kissing and licking Jason’s chest until he is sufficiently squirming and Prime can feel the outline of his cock pressing against him. He lets out these cute little pants as he tries not to show that he’s affected, but he obviously is.
Prime abandons his grip on Jason’s wrists to kiss down his abdomen and navel until he’s at the treasure trail of hair that leads down to his cock. He redirects and ignores his length and instead focuses on Jason’s thighs.
He’s been admiring Jason’s thighs for a long time now. Comic book artists love to accentuate his legs, and Prime isn’t complaining; he embarrassingly thinks back to one of his Red Hood comics that has pages glued together with come. Not his finest moment, and you couldn’t waterboard that information out of him. Unless you’re reading this currently, then you are obligated to keep Prime’s most embarrassing moment to yourselves. Yes, this is a threat.
CK hikes Jason’s leg with his uninjured ankle over the bend in his arm and bites down onto the muscular flesh of his thigh. Jason makes a sound that is between a moan of pleasure and a whine of pain, and his hand shoots down to grip Prime’s hair. He doesn’t tell him to stop, though, and the hand is just a warning. Prime licks over the bite wound that will turn into a bruise soon enough.
He breathes in Jason’s musk, and he’s so turned on that his eyelashes flutter. It’s not like last time when Jason was sweaty from patrol. Now it’s the pure smell of Jason and the scent of his body wash. He’s not sure which smell he likes better.
Prime sucks a hickey onto another spot on his thigh, this time closer to his groin, and he could spend hours just worshipping Jason like this. Obviously, Jason has other ideas as the hold in his hair tries to pull him over to his cock.
He shakes his head and gets down onto his stomach, moving closer until he grips both of Jason’s thick, beautiful thighs in his hands and pushes them back towards Jason.
“Clark—” Jason gasps as Prime’s fingers dig into the fat. Probably bruising more of his scarred flesh as he keeps him open.
He leans down and licks a strip from his hole to below his balls, and Jason jerks roughly. He does it again, slower this time, as Jason is breathing heavily above him.
“Is this okay?” Prime asks, looking up between Jason’s legs. He’s never done this before, but it’s apparently supposed to feel good.
“Just shut up and keep going,” Jason demands, voice breaking, which makes it sound more like a plea.
Prime nods and gets back to work, diving back down and eating Jason out like it’s the last meal of his life. He takes the flat of his tongue and licks over Jason’s rim, once, twice, three times before he brings his fingers down to his entrance and uses his thumb to open him up.
He leans back slightly to spit on his hole, and it makes inserting his fingers a little slicker. The sounds Jason makes just urge him on further; he twitches in his grip and lets out low moans as Prime fucks his fingers into Jason.
CK needs to be inside him immediately. He has no idea how he’s lasted an entire month without being able to touch Jason, to have his hands all over Jason’s body. His cock is rock hard. It’s red and dripping at the head; he rubs it against Jason’s bed, humping it like a dog in heat to get any sort of stimulation.
Prime groans with Jason when he hits his prostate with his fingers. He’s using one hand to open Jason up and the other one to keep him on the bed, hand pinned against Jason’s hip to keep him from arching off the bed.
“Come on, come on,” Jason urges, hand in the strands of Prime’s hair yanking him around, and if Prime was a regular human he’d have chunks of his hair pulled out by now.
He sits up and takes the bottle of lubricant in hand and dribbles some in his hand before coating his cock with it. He feels every ridge of his length as he strokes himself, until his cock is wet with lube and pre-come.
Prime looks down at Jason, and his member twitches in his hand; it’s such a beautiful sight that if he died right now, he'd die sated and happy. Jason is naked, spread out and flushed. His eyes are fluttering with pleasure as he looks up through his eyelashes at Prime, and his legs are open and inviting for CK to take what he desires. His cheeks are red, and his forehead is dotted with sweat. His chest rises and falls with his breathing, and CK admires his handiwork; the hickeys and bruises that cover his body are like a stamp of possession. He carved the Kryptonian family crest onto himself, and he’s so turned on in that moment that he wants to mark Jason, permanently, as well.
“Clark… your eyes…” Jason breathes as he raises up on his elbows. He stares at Prime, keeping eye contact.
Prime’s eyes are burning like two red, hot suns. Scorching behind his irises. He blinks hard, trying to calm himself down. This has never happened to him before; he’s never been so horny that he’s about to shoot solar beams out of his eyes. Usually, his heat vision comes out when he’s angry… Never like this.
“Sorry,” Prime apologizes when the heat isn’t licking at his eyes anymore. He’s confused why this is happening to him. It didn’t happen last time they were together; he knows what it feels like to be inside Jason. Is it the expectation, now that he knows how hot and tight Jason feels around his cock?
Jason’s chest heaves up and down as he watches Prime. “You want me that bad?” He asks, hand reaching down to touch himself. Prime can’t help but follow his hand crawling down his abdomen before his thick fingers are wrapping around his cock.
He nods; he’s not able to speak. His mouth is dry, and the heat behind his eyes is still there, thumping like a drum.
“Do something about it then,” Jason grins. “You’ve been so good.”
Heat nearly blasts out of his eyes just from his words. He’s going to shoot Jason’s head off with a solar beam if he’s not careful; he wants to blow his mind but not like that.
He uses one arm to hike Jason’s thigh up over the crook in his arm while the other pushes his left thigh out, spreading Jason wide to accommodate Prime’s body.
No words are spoken between them as Prime splits Jason open, pushing his cock into him roughly, and the feeling of the ridges on his cock sliding against Jason’s walls nearly sends him overboard. He knows the drill now, and Prime is way too horny to take it slow. Plus, he knows Jason likes it when it hurts a little. A strangled sound rolls out of Jason’s mouth as CK fucks into him until his hips are plush against Jason’s ass. An insane thought flits through Prime’s mind that he’s home.
He wants this all the time; he wants Jason all the time. It almost scares him with how much he craves Jason.
Jason throws his head back against his pillows as he adjusts to the length deep inside of him. “Fuck—I forgot how fucking insane your cock is.”
Prime isn’t sure if he means the size or the alienness of it all… probably both.
“You missed it?” He asks, hopefully.
“Don’t be so cocky,” Jason says through gritted teeth. Prime notices that he doesn’t deny it, though.
He pulls out an inch and then pushes in again, and the sounds Jason is making are music to Prime’s ears. He collapses on top of Jason and nuzzles into his neck, breathing in his scent.
“You smell so good.” He mumbles, licking long stripes up his neck like he could ingest Jason’s pheromones into his system and keep them there with him forever.
Jason lets out a small moan. “You ah—You said that last time.”
Prime hears Jason's heart pound in his chest; he can hear the way he dryly swallows and can feel the way he clutches to Prime like a lifeline. There’s a hand on the back of CK’s head, unconsciously petting the short strands of hair on his neck.
“It’s still true. I want you so badly. I need you all the time, Jay, I need you.” He could go further, but he bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood so he doesn’t make a fool out of himself. He can’t scare Jason off; he can’t hear the extent of Prime’s obsession at this point.
Jason clenches around Prime’s cock at his words, and the pressure is so tight that it nearly hurts.
“Your fuckin’ crazy.” Jason moans as Prime pistons his member into him, in a quick and rough succession.
“You’re made for me,” Prime pants, words falling out of his mouth anyway. “I brought you back. I didn’t know at the time, but it’s because you’re made for me.” He’s rambling, and he can’t stop. It all makes sense now; everything has been leading up to this, all of his trials and tribulations. All of the bullshit he’s been through. The universe wants him in this world, and Jason must be the reason why.
Jason’s fingers thread through Prime’s hair, and he’s being yanked up, and then a hand is clamped over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Clark—Just fuck me. Harder. Please.” He begs, and Prime loves the sound of that. Jason is letting him let go completely off-leash. He nods aggressively around the hand covering his mouth. He can absolutely do that.
Prime nearly folds Jason in half as he pushes into him, smothering Jason’s muscular body with his own. Jason’s legs are flung into the air and his ankle injury is in the back of Prime’s mind at this point. All he can think about is fucking Jason full of him. Making Jason come on his cock. Popping his knot and locking himself to Jason. Breeding Jason to connect them together forever.
He’s dizzy with lust, eyes burning with heat again as his cock leaks deep inside Jason. He’s drooling and breathing heavily against Jason’s hand as he stares down at his flushed face. Clark wants to devour him. He wants to ravage him beyond the point of no return.
All of his focus is on chasing his own orgasm that he doesn’t hear the way the bedframe bangs against the wall; the wood hitting the drywall sounds more like their combined heartbeats than flimsy furniture. Nothing else matters anyway; nobody else matters. All he has in this universe is currently underneath him, writhing on Clark’s cock like it’s the best thing he's ever had.
Jason stares back at him, mouth open as he whines at every thrust that hits his prostate. He’s so beautiful. Every scar and freckle and mark that litters his body tells a story, and Prime is nearly jealous that he wasn’t there for them.
If Prime is being too rough with Jason, if his fingers are digging too tightly into his skin, he doesn’t complain. If anything, he’s meeting CK’s thrusts and pushing himself down onto his cock like he’s starved for it.
“I’m going to ride you as soon as my ankle is better,” Jason remarks through a whimper at a particularly rough thrust. Prime loves the sound of that. If he wasn’t balls deep inside of them, there probably wouldn’t be anything better than the thought of Jason riding him. Using those thick and muscular thighs of his to sit himself on Prime’s cock before rising up to do it all over again. He would get to watch as every ridge of his length would sink inside of Jason’s heat. His stomach twists with pleasure; he’s currently fucking Jason into the mattress, and he’s already thinking about next time. This isn’t a vice anymore; it’s an addiction.
“I’m gonna fuck you full of me. ‘m gonna knock you up.” He says against the palm of Jason’s hand, and his voice is muffled, but with the way Jason’s eyes widen, he hears what he said with complete understanding.
“You can’t,” Jason denies. But he whimpers, and the way his ankle tightens around Prime’s back to keep him close says otherwise. He drops his hand from Prime’s mouth, and it’s wet with his saliva. He brings it down to his own cock and begins to stroke himself in time with CK’s thrusts.
In a small part of Prime’s brain, he’s aware of the fact he cannot actually impregnate Jason. That it’s impossible to do with their biology. He knows this, but that doesn’t stop the way his hips are frantically fucking into Jason to complete his goal.
“I will, I am.” He argues.
Jason is nodding seemingly in agreement, and he pulls Prime down to connect their lips together in a messy kiss. It’s all teeth and tongues and saliva. There is no finesse, and they end up breathing into each other's mouths as they slowly meld together.
“‘m gonna come in you,” Prime warns, his only heads up that he is going to knot inside of him and connect them together just like last time.
“I want it, Clark. Come on, I’m close.” He urges.
Prime reaches his hand down and wraps it over Jason’s hand that is furiously touching his cock and helps him go faster, using his speed to drive Jason over the ledge of his orgasm. He’s so close, Prime can tell with the way he’s clenching around his cock, and his thighs are starting to aggressively shake against him. Prime takes his other hand and feels over Jason’s abdomen; he swears he can feel his cock under the layers of skin, fat and muscle.
It all happens so fast, and he’s not sure if it’s Jason’s stomach contracting or if Prime’s cock jumps, but Jason is cumming, hard, all over their combined hands and onto his own chest. Ropes of cum coat his pectorals and drip down his abs. It’s so hot, it’s so fucking hot, and Prime is going to explode.
“Please let me ruin you,” Prime begs, hand still jerking Jason off until the man below him weakly pushes his fingers away. The air in the room is suffocating; Jason clenching around his length is scalding, the sweat that coats Jason’s skin in a thin sheen is sweltering.
He’s ramming into Jason like an animal at this point, hands around his waist that shove him on and off his cock, but he has no shame. This is only the second time he’s ever had sex before, remember? You try fucking a guy like Jason Todd and being chill about it.
His Kryptonian biology feels like it’s blanketing him with the way he’s chasing his need to breed, to repopulate, to claim. All he wants right now is to shoot his load so deep into Jason that it sticks and bonds them together forever. He can feel his knot begin to take form, and it starts to trip over Jason’s rim with every thrust.
“You already have. You bastard.” Jason moans, words not as scathing as they would have been if he wasn’t in a post-orgasmic haze that is bordering on over-stimulation. His eyes are glassy with leftover lust as Prime ruts him into the bed as he closes in on his own orgasm. Prime can barely register his words in his current state, but when they click, the thick muscle of his knot drags against Jason’s insides before it balloons and locks them together in record time, and he lets out an obscene moan as he cums. He fills Jason to the brim with his cum, the knot plugging any from escaping, and it starts to soothe the Kryptonian part of his body as he floats back to reality.
He’s ruined Jason. His words.
He won.
“Oh my god,” Prime groans as he continues to slowly thrust into Jason, barely moving at this point as the knot keeps him deep inside, but he still feels riled up with the diminishing urge to breed. Jason is so warm and wet inside, filled with Prime’s release. He swears that he blacked out for a moment there because he opens his eyes and sees Jason below him, looking like a fallen angel, white strands of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and old scars that have never looked more beautiful. He kisses the jagged scar on his cheek, lips gently touching against his skin.
“That was amazing,” Prime says heavily, and he leans back to look at Jason again. He doesn’t stray too far as he remembers his knot pulling on Jason’s rim last time.
“You’re alright, CK,” Jason says mildly, dragging a hand through his sweaty hair. Prime knows he’s being nonchalant on purpose, trying to roll right back into his chill facade. He knows better now.
“I think I’m a little better than alright with the way you were begging to come.” Prime jokes.
“I like your alien cock.” Jason shrugs, still trying to keep it up.
CK touches Jason’s face, his thumbs wiping away some tears that had escaped the corners of Jason’s eyes during their coupling. “Well, as I said before, I like you.”
Prime can feel Jason tense underneath him. Too bad he can’t escape now that they are literally conjoined together; they are having this conversation whether he wants to or not.
“I meant what I said. I need you. I really truly think you were made for me, don’t you feel it too?” All that shit about vices was a lie that he told himself so he could have Jason. It was never about bad habits, it has always been about the man below him.
He can tell Jason wants to push him away and blow him off like earlier, but he’s forced to answer him. “We… are connected.” Jason starts. “I know that. I don’t know if that is because of some universal fate or just because you brought me back. It doesn’t really matter in the end. I’m here because of you, and of course I feel something, but it’s not that easy.”
“Why not?” Prime asks, more like whines, as he fails to keep the disappointment out of his voice. If Jason turns him away, he doesn’t know what he’ll do.
“You have built me up to be some perfect being in your head. You’ve fucked me twice now. But you don’t know anything else. You’ve barely even experienced this universe; it won’t be long until you find…” He trails off, but Prime can fill in the blanks. Find something better. Find someone better. It reeks of a deep insecurity of abandonment. He knows this because he can relate. It makes Prime’s heart clench that Jason is worried about Prime leaving him.
He grabs Jason by the jaw and forces him to look at him. “You’re mine now. Did you know Kryptonians mate for life?”
Jason huffs out a laugh and looks away, finally starting to relax into the bed again. “Jesus Christ, Clark. Relax with that shit.”
“I can’t help it. ‘m addicted to you.” Prime nuzzles into Jason, nudging their noses together and leaving feather-light kisses against his lips. Now that he’s gotten to kiss Jason, he never wants to stop.
“Why are you so sweet,” Jason says, and it’s not a question. “You’re not supposed to be sweet.” It almost sounds like he’s thinking out loud.
“I can be. I used to be.” Another kiss against his lips.
Jason's hands thread through Prime’s hair. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You probably would’ve bullied me.” CK thinks back to how much of a geek he used to be before he had any powers.
Jason snorts. “Maybe. But I used to be sweet, too, believe it or not.”
“I believe it. Maybe we would’ve been friends then.”
It’s a nice thought, a world where they could’ve met each other in a perfect universe and become friends without any of the trauma that they have now.
Their lips meet again after that, and soon enough Prime’s knot has deflated enough for him to pull out, but they don’t separate for a while longer. Jason can probably feel the lack of muscle connecting them, but he doesn’t say anything either, both of them content to just live in the moment.
Eventually, Jason complains of being hot and sweaty and pushes Prime up and off of him. Prime pulls out, and he mourns the cum that leaks out of him, but the sight is just so hot. Eyes latched to Jason’s loose hole, he pushes Jason back to the bed with a steel and immovable hand.
“Clark?” Jason asks, confused as his back hits the bed again.
Prime gets back between his legs and uses a couple of his fingers to push his cum back into Jason’s sloppy entrance. The sight is enough to wake his cock back up as he watches his fingers coated in cum push deep back into Jason.
“Gotta make sure it sticks.” Prime mumbles to himself, fixated.
“Freak,” Jason says around a whine, but he lets it happen, legs spreading minutely.
Once he’s sufficiently pleased, he removes his hand from Jason’s chest that was holding him down and lets him get up. He doesn’t offer to help Jason off the bed as he feels like that would result in a punch to the face.
Jason hobbles to the doorway, cum dripping down his thighs, and looks back to Prime still sitting on his knees on the bed. “You coming?” He asks with a smirk on his face as Prime’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the opportunity being presented to him on a silver platter.
Much later, once they’ve had another uncoordinated and messy round of sex in Jason’s small shower and are getting ready for bed. They are in front of the bathroom mirror brushing their teeth. Jason offered his spare toothbrush for Prime to use. It feels domestic. It feels like they’re dating.
Prime accepts it with a grin that is wide and too telling, so Jason shoves him in the shoulder and tells him to just brush your damn teeth.
His eyes keep straying to Jason’s form in the mirror; he’s absolutely covered in bites and bruises. The marks on his body from their lovemaking earlier are starting to bloom from beautiful shades of blood red to dark blue as they settle against Jason’s skin. It stirs something possessive in Prime’s gut; any potential suitor could see the hickeys on his neck and love bites on his pecs and know that he belongs to someone. CK wants everyone to know that Jason is his.
Jason follows Prime’s eyes in the mirror and rolls his eyes. “I look like a fucking bloodied and beaten corpse.”
“A hot corpse,” Prime counters. His neck is a mirage of marks against his tanned skin, and Prime wants more. He wonders what Jason’s throat would look like if Prime wrapped his hand around it and pressed down. He thinks about how hard he’d have to grip for his fingerprints to bruise his skin. It wouldn’t take much, and then everyone would know Jason was owned. So nobody would try to approach him with sexual intentions.
“Are you staying over?” Jason asks mildly later on, like he doesn’t care if Prime says yes or no. He’s remaking the bed with his back to Prime, and he can’t see his face to gauge how he feels about the question.
CK is putting a new pillowcase on Jason’s pillow and stares at his large, scarred back. Prime is very confident about his feelings for Jason, but how does he feel about him? He seemed pretty nervous about committing to anything with him because of Prime’s lack of experience in this universe. He’ll just have to show him that he’s serious.
“I don’t work tomorrow, so I won’t have to race out at the ass crack of dawn. I can make you breakfast in bed.” He says it like he’s trying to butter Jason up. Trying to sweeten the deal if he lets Prime stay over.
Jason snorts and takes the pillow from Prime and tosses it on the bed. “Oh yay, more burnt food. Can’t wait.”
He walks over to Jason, who has a stupid, sexy smirk on his face and grabs him roughly by the hips. His grip must be hard enough to dig into the developing bruises that he notices Jason slightly tense, but he keeps eye contact with CK and waits for him to respond to his rude comment about Prime’s culinary prowess.
He leans in and whispers his next sentence against Jason’s lips. “Rude words for someone who was screaming on my cock not long ago.”
A pretty blush covers Jason’s cheeks as Prime’s words sink in. He wants to kiss the baffled look off his face, but he also wants to hear what he has to say to that truth nuke.
Jason scoffs, but his forest green eyes are teasing. “Fucker. Guess I’ll just have to make it up to you.”
“Is that a promise?” Prime asks, leaving a gentle kiss against an obvious hickey on Jason’s throat.
“I haven’t gotten my mouth around you yet, so… Maybe I’ll wake you up with that if you’re good.”
Prime feels like he’s been electrocuted. That is the best idea Jason has ever had. He’s never been more excited to wake up in the morning. He finds his lips and kisses him hard, walking him backwards towards the bed.
Before the back of Jason’s knees hit the bed, they separate. “Let’s go to bed now then.” He says a little too eagerly.
Jason laughs, head leaned back and loud, and Prime is so fond of him. No comic book he ever read about the man before him could ever compare to the real deal. He laughs too, because Jason’s happiness is infectious.
“I don’t know how you did it, but I think I like you too, CK,” Jason confesses, threading his fingers through Prime’s black hair and bringing their mouths together again. Prime feels like he’s going to explode; his eyes are burning, and he’s not sure if it’s because he wants to cry or to shoot lasers out of his eyes.
He feels accepted for the first time since he was a child. Jason doesn’t judge him for his past, and legitimately likes him for who he is. What a crazy concept.
Maybe he could get used to this. Maybe this universe isn’t that bad, after all.
