Trick or treat! *holds up basket*
A JayRoy treat would be wonderful!
Thank you!
*Drops this sweet and smutty piece into your basket*
Enjoy! Read here, or on AO3
“I’m amazed it still fits.”
“The tights are a little snug. And the hem on the tunic barely covers my ass now.”
“It was always like that.”
“Now I know why you had a crush on me when we first met.”
Roy waggled his eyebrows and flopped back on his old bed with a plastic pumpkin filled with mini candy bars. He winced and sat back up to pull the quiver of toy arrows off his back and tossed them aside so he could stretch out with a bit more dignity this time, and hooked his phone onto its tripod stand on the bedside table. His cap was lopsided, perched at a raking angle over his forehead and his hair had come loose from its bun to tumble around his shoulders in a way he knew was probably driving Jason wild with the urge to reach out and tuck it back into place. “You were so tiny and cute, looking at me all wide eyed and starstruck.”
Jason huffed and folded his arms over his chest, looking away from the camera with his lips pursed in a tight line. He was back in Gotham helping his brothers and sisters deal with the chaos that was the city on Halloween, while Roy was on the other coast dealing with the chaos that was his daughter on Halloween. Now, Lian was tucked into bed after watching The Great Pumpkin and eating her own body weight in Skittles and Jolly Ranchers, and Jason was taking a break on his favourite gargoyle to stuff a burger in his face and check in with his partner.
He wiped some ketchup off his chin with his thumb and sucked it clean. “I was fourteen, and the tall hot redhead with archer’s shoulders kept putting his arm around me and worrying that I might be cold. Of course I got a crush. And I wasn’t tiny. I was-”
“Itty. The ittiest of bitties,” Roy argued around the cherry lollipop he had just stuck in his mouth. He pulled it out with a pop and used it to point at the camera. “With your round chubby cheeks and your curls. You were fucking adorable. And look at you now.”
“What, I’m not cute anymore? I’ll have you know, these curls-” Jason tossed his head so his hair, flattened down from his helmet, got a bit more life in it. The white streak swooped over his eyebrow, and another lock bounced beside it in an echo of the precious ‘heart bangs’ that little old ladies used to coo over when he was just a wee little thing beaming in a red vest standing at Bruce’s hip at Wayne Galas. “They still get attention. Just last week they got me an extra samosa when I picked up lunch.”
“I was gonna say that you grew up to basically be an underwear model, but sure, if you wanna stick with cute, that’s fine with me, babe.” He put the lollipop back in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue thoughtfully. “Maybe next year we’ll dress you up like Robin to come door to door with us. That’d be really cute.”
“Until the shorts split and my ass is on display for all of Star City to see.”
“You’re right. That’s just for me.”
Jason smirked at his phone and Roy felt his tights get just a bit tighter. He knew that smirk. He knew all of his Jaybird’s expressions, had them memorised and catalogued to be able to read the slightest shift in his lips or twitch of his eyebrows. Roy rolled to his side while Jason leaned back between the wings of the gargoyle to settle in comfortably with his phone held outstretched.
“Just for you, hm?”
“What can I say? I’m greedy.” Roy twirled his fingers around the ties that held his tunic closed then gave them a slow, deliberate tug. It fell open and he shrugged to slide it off his shoulders. Even in the low light of his childhood bedroom, the freckles stood out on his pale skin. “And it’s been almost a week since I saw you in person.”
“You’re insatiable is what you are,” Jason muttered and rolled his eyes at the same time, but ran his palm down the front of his chest to his belly. Then lower, to where his thigh holsters framed and accentuated the bulge in the front of his combat pants.
“Insatiable, and full of sugar,” Roy pointed out as he sat up and shed the tunic entirely, tossing it to the floor. “That’s a deadly combination, if not dealt with properly. Why, I’m so pent up, I might just explode and level the city if I don’t do something drastic soon. I’m talking level five disaster zone with-”
“Stop. Talking.”
Roy’s mouth snapped shut but he grinned. He loved it when Jason got commanding.
He loved it when Jason got obedient. Or passive. Or aggressive. Or just opened his thighs enough for him to thrust between them early in the morning because he was still too sleepy to do more than occasionally squeeze until Roy came on the back of his balls before getting up to make them some coffee.
Roy just loved Jason.
“I’ve got about five minutes before I have to head back out. If you don’t shut up, you’ll eat up at least three of those minutes.” Jason crammed a handful of fries into his mouth to finish his meal then switched his phone to his other hand so he wasn’t palming himself and spreading salty grease stains over his pants.
“I can work miracles in two minutes.” Twisting and squirming around, Roy positioned himself on his knees in front of the camera and pushed his scarlet tights down his thighs. His cock was already pressing his jockstrap forward. Without the cup to keep it in place, it was stretching the elastic across Roy’s hips until reached in and lifted it and his balls out into the open.
On active duty, Jason had more to get through. Zips, snaps, compression shorts, a rigid plastic safety cup, femoral artery protecting stab-proof ceramic armour, and a pair of low-rise Versace briefs were all fumbled with to get out of the way before he could finally sigh with relief when he took himself in hand and gave himself a firm stroke. “Some of us last a bit longer than that, Speedy.”
“Something, something, arrow pun,” Roy mumbled and sank back on his heels, spreading his knees as far as his tights would allow. The quick, wet sounds coming through his ear buds as Jason worked his fist over himself went straight to his cock and he tried to match the rhythm with his own hand. When he saw his partner lift his hand to his mouth and lick a stripe over his palm, Roy hissed and flexed his toes into the blanket under him. “‘M makin’ a new rule,” he said, wiping his cheek on his shoulder. “No more than three days without being able to see you in person. Gonna get a zeta tube in all our safe houses. Don’t care if it’s a waste of resources.”
“Is this like that rule where if I’m wearing a suit, I have to let you moan without making fun of you for it?” Jason arched off the gargoyle’s back and bit his lip hard enough to turn it bright red when he released it.
“Uh huh. Very important. Fuck, Jaybird. Lookit you. So fucking gorgeous. Wanna be with you right now.”
“Your hand isn’t as satisfying, huh? Or do you just want your mouth on me?”
The phone began to sway and Roy realised that Jason was pumping his hips into his fist, fucking it as if it was Roy’s ass or his mouth and he lost his rhythm and it was too late to get it back because fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen and before he could catch his breath for a truly pitiful whine, he was coming hard enough that it reached his chin as he leaned back to take it.
For all his teasing about haste, Jason was just a breath behind, groaning Roy’s name out deeply as he caught his mess on his hand. “Shit, I should have asked for extra napkins,” he complained, sitting up and grimacing at his hand before licking it clean after giving it a shake to get most of it off.
“You’re so fucking romantic,” Roy said with a weak laugh and sank against his pillows. “Look at me. I’m swooning, Mr Darcy.”
“Careful, you don’t want to get me worked up again already.” Grinning, Jason began the tedious job of trying to get himself tucked and zipped and buckled back into place with one hand while holding his phone in the other. “You’ll have to-” He froze, the colour draining from his face as his eyes got wider. “Oh. Oh fuck.”
“What’s the matter, babe?” Roy leaned forward to grab his phone, as if he could climb through it to help avert disaster. “What happened?”
“I…” The colour all came rushing back, staining Jason’s cheeks a red that almost matched his helmet. He looked like he wanted to take a plunge off the edge of the building. “I had my comms on.”
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have some jayroy crumbs across two volumes of red hood/arsenal
not comprehensive bc i got too lazy to screencap everything. all panels are from red hood/arsenal (2015-2016) unless labelled otherwise
anyway here are some of my fave tidbits:
enemies think they're always together
(y'all a little married roy, just accept it lol)
they have a joint bank account together
they understand each other without words
jason respects roy immensely for his strength, especially when it comes to his addiction
jason refers to roy as his best friend + he fully understands the deep trust roy has in him and never wants to betray that trust
jason also refers to roy as his partner
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
jason refers to their partnership as "our lives" (affectionate) (literally)
and this scene, where jason admits that he believes roy is a good hero with so much compassion, and would be better off without jason—
—not only looks like a break up but is canonically called a break up by roy
red hood and the outlaws annual vol.1 #2
in conclusion:
red arse
(ETA: updated source for last image bc i was mistaken. rhato annuals are still on vol.1 as of aug 2022)
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