The Red Ghoul {The Red Good Series: Book Zero}

ARC III: PART V

Heavy breathing filled the kitchen as Jason and Roy pulled away from each other after their steamy makeout session. Jason smirked, noticing how swollen Roy's lips were and the rosy blush staining his face. He looked positively delectable.

"You just love being taken advantage of, don't you?" Jason teased, caressing Roy's pink-stained cheek.

Roy rolled his eyes but gave a small smile. "I have no idea what you mean," he teased, trailing a finger up and down Jason's cheek.

Jason raised an eyebrow, then turned his face to pull Roy's finger into his mouth, causing Roy's eyes to widen comically. He stared into Jason's eyes as he sucked and teased his finger until satisfied with the dazed expression on Roy's face. Roy's lower lip trembled as Jason pulled his finger from his mouth with a lewd 'pop' before reconnecting their lips.

Moaning into Jason's mouth, Roy buried his hands in Jason's hair, trying to keep their lips connected longer. He allowed Jason's tongue access into his mouth and began playing with the wet muscle, earning pleased groans from Jason, whose hands were now cupping Roy's arse cheeks.

Finally, a cough broke them apart. Roy's lips were shiny with saliva, and a thin trail connected him and Jason, which Jason broke when he turned around to look at who interrupted them. Jason rolled his eyes upon seeing John Constantine by the kitchen door, laughing at their behavior.

"Having fun, luvs?" John asked, his English accent thick with amusement.

Roy laughed, then slapped Jason on the chest. "Go, you need to apparate Billy and Damian to Metropolis for their skateboarding and art competition. I'll see what this imbecile needs."

"Imbecile? You've been spending too much time with Damian," Jason laughed before magically popping away from the kitchen.

Roy looked at John uncomfortably. He had never been alone in a room with the drunkard warlock. Constantine usually talked business with Red Ghoul and Nightwing regarding Titans matters. "Would you like something to drink?"

"A pint," John grunted, stomping towards the living room and slumping into the leather armchair.

Roy sighed, grabbed two cold beers from the fridge, and followed John to the living room. He handed John his pint and sat on the sofa. The two of them sat in silence, waiting for Jason to return from Metropolis. Roy noticed John glancing at him from time to time, which was starting to unnerve him. Constantine usually didn't care about anyone or anything that didn't involve magic, so why was he suddenly interested in Roy?

"Ever helped him during his missions?" John asked, catching Roy off guard.

Roy cautiously nodded. "Yeah, Arsenal and Red Ghoul often team up on missions worldwide. It's pretty handy having someone who can heal with a wave of his wand. I can also boost his energy when he's low, helping him cast spells to get us out of tight spots."

Roy is enveloped in Jason's magic, a subtle red glow weaving around him in intricate patterns, gently touching his skin and illuminating him from within. The magic moves with fluid grace, showing a deep connection between Roy and Jason, where Roy has willingly shared his power and energy. Jason's magic has thoroughly infused Roy, yet their companions haven't seemed to notice. John wonders if Jason himself is aware of how deeply his magic has intertwined with Roy's, subtly transferring with every spell, lingering with every night spent under Jason's protection, and leaving an indelible mark with each healing touch. It seems Roy has opened himself so completely to Jason that their magic is now inextricably bound.

John Constantine observed Roy, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as he processed the depth of the connection between Roy and Jason. It was unusual for non-magical humans to willingly immerse themselves in such intimate magical bonds, especially with warlocks like Jason. John couldn't help but feel astonished at Roy's level of trust and openness.