Jason & Dick

Mr. Todd

AN: Suggestive

Mr. Todd

"Working Dickybird? Shame and here I was thinking about having a good time with you at home, you know, having second during the fireworks? But we could always do it in your office?" Jason suggested, leaning against Dick's desk.

Dick sighed, rubbing between his eyebrows. "Jason, I'm writing a ticket. You can't play the husband card on me now, you delinquent. And no sex until later. You know how I am about my office." He went back to work on the ticket, trying to ignore Jason.

"Oh come on Dickybird, it's just one night and mostly everyone will be out on patrol since there are bound to be reckless people out tonight." Jason pouted his lips. "Just one time? I won't ask again."

Dick sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll let you. Come back here at eight." He closed his notepad and looked at Jason, plucking the cigarette out of his hand. "Wanna grab lunch?" He smiled and caressed Jason's cheek.

Jason silently cheered and draped an arm over Dick's shoulder. He wasn't bother that Dick took his cigarette, he was used to it by now. "I'd love that."

Dick tossed his cigarette down on the floor and put it out with his heel. He looked up at Jason and stuck his tongue out at him. "Where to?" He asked, wrapping his arm around Jason's slim waist.

"Not sure. Let's go to the diner down the street. I hear they make great burgers and milkshakes." Jason smirked at Grayson and led him by the waist down the street.

"Sounds lovely." Dick smiled and removed Jason's arm from his waist. "Keep all hands to yourself until eight, Mr. Todd." He walked ahead of him, taking his hand and dragging him to the diner.