Late

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AN: Suggestive

Late

Jason rushed around, gathering everything he needed before he left. Coming into the kitchen, he saw Dick at the counter making breakfast.

Hearing the sound of Jason entering the room, Dick turned around wondering why Jason was all dressed up.

"Can't stick around for long Dickybird, I'm already late!" He said as he sidestepped around Dick.

Confused yet curious, Dick followed Jason though the kitchen. "Late for what? Ooh! Is it a job interview?! Jaybird, you should eat something before you go."

Without stopping, Jason replied, "No time to eat, Grayson and no it's not a job interview it's a reconnaissance assignment. Otherwise I would not be putting out this outfit."

"Ooh. Sounds fun. But Jason, don't make me go into mother mode. You're eating something." Dick walked over to Jason and took the glove from his mouth. "How about a donut?" He smiled and kissed Jason's nose, taking his hand and sliding the glove onto his hand. "You're not leaving until you put something in your mouth, young man. Remember the last time you didn't eat?" Dick folded his arms.

"You always go into mother mode." Jason pointed out after the glove was removed from his mouth. "No donuts Dick, it'll make me sick." Jason smirked before saying, "So what if I put your dick in my mouth? Would that count?" He rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "Sort of but it wasn't that bad right?"

Dick rolled his eyes. "My baby needs protecting." He studied Jason's face and kissed his top lip.

"Boo hoo."

He turned towards the counter and grabbed his mug of coffee. "No. But you did give me a slight boner. How about you take a donut and we can eat lunch together wherever you please. In fact, you can choose where we go to eat for two days. And I'll pay. That's the best offer you'll get, Jaybird." He smirked and took a sip of his coffee, eyeing Jason's face.

Dick set his mug down on the counter and pulled Jason's arm into jacket sleeve. "You're a mess." He mused, adjusting the collar and running his hand up and down his chest.

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