Jason & Dick

Bullet Holes

AN: Can be a bit confusing because it switches between both of their point of views. Also suggestive

Bullet Holes

His ears were ringing from the gunfire that surrounded them, white spots around his eyes twinkled wherever he looked, the dizziness made it difficult to walk steadily and the throbbing against the back of his head hurt like a bitch. Someone had knocked him outside the head while he was focused on guarding Dick's back and were close to knocking him unconscious with one blow. He's already killed the attacker but that and his injury distracted him from what he was doing earlier. Now he couldn't find Dick and there were still gang members shouting and shooting their guns. Leaning against the wall for supported, Jason focused hard so he could kill off the rest, hoping that Dick was still alive and not bleeding out with a bullet in his back. 

"NIGHTWING!" Jason called out as loud as he could over the shouting and groans of pain. He wanted to be sure the other was okay, more okay than he was. He made an attempt to look for the acrobat but his sudden wave of dizziness made him sway and he fell to the ground with a curse. "Fucking hell..."

Dick's eyes scanned the area for Jason. He saw someone leaning against the wall, but didn't proceed to take a closer look. He was uninjured, thanks to Jason. Once his name was called, he turned and looked at a fallen Jason. His eyes widened as he rushed to finish off the gang members. He got most of them down, a few crawling away. Dick hit his wingdings against nearby boxes to make them fall on the gang members crawling. He rushed over to Jason and pulled him back up. Examining him, he lifted Jason over his shoulder and turned towards the exit of the alley. 

"Don't you dare lose consciousness, okay?" He heaved him over his shoulder, practically sprinting back to the apartment. "You are in so much trouble if you lose consciousness, mister." Dick whispered, pulling out Jason's grappling hook and shooting it at a rooftop. 

His suit was a dark red instead of the vibrant blue. He hummed quietly, keeping a grip on Jason's waist as he soon landed on the fire escape of their apartment. He climbed down the ladder, reaching their window and forcing it up. He shoved Jason's body inside, hoping he landed on the bed, that he did. Dick crawled in and ran to the bathroom for the first aid. He almost slipped running down the hall due to some of the blood on his suit that had dripped. 

He sat down next to Jason and wiped his forehead with rubbing alcohol. "You are my sunshine," Dick sang in a whisper as he examined the head wound. "My only sunshine," He grabbed the needle and thread for stitching. "You make me happy," He made the first stitch. "When skies are grey," He smiled at Jason. "You never know dear," He looked down at Jason's eyes. "How much I love you." He kissed his nose. "So please don't take," He made a second stitch. "My sunshine away."

Relief overwhelmed Jason when he spotted Dick. 'He's not dead!' He shifted to sit up but made a grunt of disapproval when Dick carried him over his shoulder. 

"I'm trying but my head hurts like a mother fucker. It's making me want to close my eyes." He chuckled at Dick's threat and he was tempted to drift off just to find out how much trouble he would be in. However it would be risky so he fought to stay awake until they reached the apartment. 

"Wow, I didn't think you would be able to carry me all the way." Jason felt the bed after being shoved through his window; he was going to have a word with Dick about that and that's when he closed his eyes. He almost fell unconscious but then he frown and opened one eye, listening to the words coming out of Dick's mouth and ignoring the feeling of the needle against his skin. 

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried," he continued softly and flushed in embarrassment. 

"A barrel of a gun isn't going to send me back to hell anytime soon, Dickybird." He took Dick's free hand and rubbed his thumb against the back of it before kissing the knuckles. "I should watch you fight more often. It's sexy..."

"Of course I would be able to carry you. I just have to convince myself not to drop my fiancé." Dick smirked to himself. He was on the third stitch, his eyes narrowing as he focused. He paused and smiled widely, looking down at Jason. "Aww," He cooed, placing a small kiss on Jason's lower lip. "I haven't seen your blush in so long." He finished stitching and wiped any remaining wounds with rubbing alcohol. They weren't anything major. "You won't be able to watch me fight for a while, Jaybird." He pushed the first aid kit away and stood up, unzipping his suit.

He wore nothing underneath, which was very clear as he pulled the zipper over his ass, shaking it off. Dick walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of sweats, Jason's shirt, and his boxers. "So are you hungry? Thirsty? Uncomfortable?" He asked, slipping on the clothes he grabbed. Dick then walked over to Jason and lifted his shirt off, examining his torso. "Let's get you out of these clothes. They're bloody."

"Did that take a lot of convincing?" Jason asked sarcastically. He pouted his lower lip after it was kissed then rolled his eyes. "There haven't been a lot of situations where I would be blushing in embarrassment or anything else." He hissed slightly from the alcohol but he bared with it until Dick was done. 

"Why? This isn't so bad. I'd give it a couple of days then I can go back out with you." Shifting to lay in his side, Jason watched as Dick changed his clothes, lingering his gaze on Dick's bare ass. 

"I'm horny," he said with a sly smirk. He took off his pants as well as his boxers and laid back down on the bed. "Those are going to be a pain to wash. I think I skipped the clothes. This is far more comfortable." He patted the bed, inviting Dick to lay beside him. "Question, have you ever trained naked? I just can't understand how you're so comfortable fighting with nothing under your suit. What if you fight a pervert like myself and before you know it he's already ripped your suit, displaying your best features."

"Go masturbate." Dick muttered, shooting him a small smirk. "No, Jason," Dick's tone went to scolding. "You're not leaving this apartment for at least a week. You need time to recover." He said, ignoring Jason's gaze as he bent over and picked up the bloody suit, tossing it towards the washing machine. He'd get it later. 

"Jason. You should put on something. You'll freeze." Dick said as he walked over to the bed and crawled on top of Jason, kissing him softly before rolling off. "And no, I haven't. But the suit itself is pretty thick, so it's like wearing a cozy onesie. And if the pervert rips my suit, then I'd have some major problems." Dick propped himself up on his elbow, studying Jason's face. "Is this horny, curious Jason or regular Jason?" He asked.

"You make it sound like an insult." Jason mused and winked at Dick. He groaned like an obnoxious child. "Dick it's just a head wound. Sure I'd nearly fainted but trust me I will get better in a couple of days. Besides I dare you to try and keep me in the apartment for a week." Jason shrugged his shoulders. "The blankets will keep me warm." He kissed his lover back but pouted when he pulled away. "Well it's easy to rip it up for me but that's because I use a knife." 

Jason frowned slightly and thought for a moment. "I guess regular, injured Jason. It won't be hard to get me horny if you're looking for some after-mission sex but why do you ask?"

"Dare accepted. You can't stop my mother instincts, and if you leave the apartment you will be living in the ground again." Dick flashed an innocent smile and lifted the covers, pulling them over himself and Jason. 

He placed small kisses on his neck, his hands rubbing his torso. "Because." He smirked and kissed his jaw. "I'm just wondering because you're not having any sex with me until two days." He giggled and rubbed his leg against Jason's member. "You should get some sleep.." He brushed hair out of his face and kissed his shoulder, rolling over and turning off the bedside lamp on his side.