He nods slowly, the hand was familiar and comforting. He doesn't make a move at him or anything he just relaxes while Dodger tenses. He gently wraps an arm around Dodger to give him a good cuddle back.
"Than let's Just be together for right now, It's either late or early, I dunno." He doesn't mean romantically, just sharing the same bed and enjoying each other's company till Dodger's feeling better.
"doesn't have to be anythin after, but it's nice for now."
The corners of Dodger's lips slowly curl into a smile, and he lets out a quiet huff of laughter. He'd dreaded this moment, knowing in his heart that Jason wouldn't want anything to do with him, and here Jason is fully accepting him.
Jason really understands him.
"And you're alright with that?" He murmurs after a moment. It isn't like him to confirm, to press. To care about anyone's needs except his own. Hell really is changing him, one way or another.
Jason smiles a bit giving a content sigh, looking up at him, it was nice hearing him laugh for once, every time he's seen him, Dodger looks stressed out, it was his fault most of the time, but doesn't make it less nice.
Dodger finally meets Jason's eyes, and whatever nerve he'd been gaining withers and dies in his chest. He still looks exhausted - not just physically, but emotionally. Everything has been.. so much, lately.
And really, if he had more nerve he might be able to practice some caution. But that's never been his best skill. He leans a bit closer, until their noses brush together, their lips are inches apart. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but the words catch in his throat and he just pushes himself forward. To kiss him, to run a hand up his thigh and along his side, to pin him down so Dodger can shift on top of him, move Jason's legs to either side of his hips.
Jason can't help but frown, Dodger really did look run down and he knows part of it is his fault, but there's obviously more, Dodger's dealt with worse shit from him.
He's surprised when he gets close, and even more so when his lips make contact. He doesn't push away or anything happily accepting the touches and the taste of Dodger's lips on his. The taste was familiar and warm, part of him felt guilty doing so.
But regardless he rolls onto his back adjusting his legs and laying there as Dodger looms over him. He smiles and touches the arm pinning him down, just for the sake of touching. There's a lot of things that could, or maybe even should be said, but right now it was comforting like this.
Dodger leans in closer, relaxing a bit as Jason touches him, melting into the feeling of their bodies together and how blissfully cool Jason's skin is. It's a quiet, gentle moment, like they're silently agreeing that it's a bad idea. And that's fine with him. He's made plenty of mistakes and Jason's always been one of his best ones.
His jeans are still on and he lets out a little sigh of frustration, missing the feeling of Jason's skin against his. So he reaches down to unzip them and kick them off, all the while pressing kisses to Jason's lips and then his jaw and his neck. There's no plan in mind, but he's careful to watch the younger man's reactions, to stop if anything seems uncomfortable.
It was a bad idea, but how could anyone resist? Dodger really was the one who broke him out of his comfort zone and that meant a lot despite all the trouble it tended to bring for the both of them.
Dodger's touches were warm and even after he moves the sensation lingers. He kisses him and moves his head to give him full access to his skin. There's just a smile on his face, he's enjoying this moment, not an ounce of discomfort, he falls back into Dodger's touches like time didn't pass.
He gently touches Dodger's face. "I did really miss you."
It really feels like no time has passed. It feels like they're back home, like Dodger's sliding back into bed after a long mission. Jason's fingers are on his cheek and he leans into it, leaning down to press a kiss to Jason's wrist.
"It's nice... seeing you again." He hesitates, and leans down to press his lips to Jason's collarbone, before glancing up at him. "I can go further. If you want."
His voice is uncharacteristically quiet. Even with these apologies, he tends to just take as much as Jason will give him, try to push things back to where they were. Somehow, it doesn't feel right at the moment.
Jason looks at him and he does wrap his legs around Dodger's waist.
"I wanna go as far as you want to." he wanted to do much more, he missed Dodger in every way, but he also doesn't wanna push or take away the tender moment. Part of him is worried, Dodger was being oddly soft right now. He strokes his cheek with his thumb. They were pretty much close to naked now, but he just liked the touch, he was ready to give Dodger all of him.
"If you want I could blow ya." he laughs a bit with a shrug. "or we can cuddle, You look tired."
Dodger can't help a laugh, soft and quiet, and he presses another kiss to Jason's lips.
"I was thinking of blowing you, actually."
He slips down, pressing his lips along Jason's chest, his stomach and down to the edge of his boxers. It's only then that he hesitates, glancing back up at him.
He looks a bit shocked at that, kissing him and smiling. "Oh!" he watches him, his chest tight, he trusted Dodger full heartedly but that doesn't mean he wasn't nervous.
"Yeah, I'm alright with it" he smiles sitting up a bit. "just surprised." Dodger was the only person he's more comfortable with something like that, and right now was tender and sweet, so he's more than accepting.
Dodger can see those nerves but... it makes it better, somehow. It's a tender, awkward thing, the sort of thing he wouldn't bother with if it wasn't Jason. But he's different.
He nods, and his fingers curl over the rim of Jason's boxers before slipping them down in a fluid motion. He hasn't given him much to get hard so he mouths along his cock, lips traveling down to suck on his balls and run his tongue over the sensitive skin. It's all slow and deliberate, giving the younger man plenty of time to settle into it.
Jason's chest was buzzing as he watches him, his breath hitching a bit as Dodger starts. He focuses on where his mouth goes, he grips the bed as he starts getting hard. He appreciated how careful he was being, how warm and thoughtful it was.
He smiles leaning back and not hyper-focusing on watching. He trusts Dodger and lets him work the magic. He was sensitive, always has been and doing it like this with Dodger really made it easy to get hard, even with the bit of anxiety in his chest. This was a nice surprise and treat.
Dodger has never been big on sucking Jason off - no offense to him, but he isn't the type of person Dodger likes to service. There's no fingers gripping his hair, hips thrusting into his mouth, filthy words spilled out. It's just soft, slow and gentle.
But having a dick in his mouth has always been calming - or at least, it has been since his cult days. He can relax, finally getting Jason's cock into his mouth and just letting it rest there, before he finally starts to bob his head slowly. Not that he really needs to worry too much about Jason hitting the back of his throat but hey, he can imagine.
Jason seemed to be enjoying it. He lets out a sweet rush of air as he fully relaxes. His hand does move to tangle in Dodger's hair, but it was not a hard grip, just tight enough to ground Jason to what was going on.
He's gotten used to Dodger teasing him for his size, part of him a bit self-conscious about it still, but it's alright for now. It's pretty quiet, just two people connecting after along time.
As Dodger continues his breath hitches and he lets out a few small sounds of pleasure. He's a vocal guy, in and out of sex.
Dodger bobs his head a few times before tipping back up, replacing his mouth with fingers that run softly over the base of Jason's cock.
"Keep it down, the walls are thin. Don't want your roommates hearing, yeah?"
As if it matters. As if anyone cares here, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. He has quite the reputation here and he's never sure who's heard what about him.
He hesitates a moment longer, as if he's going to say something else. He wavers, before just moving down and swallowing Jason to the hilt in a practiced motion.
He looks at him his hand gently messing with his hair.
"Whoops, sorry" he chuckles a bit. "Just been awhile." It always hit different when it's Dodger, and he's doing something Jason doesn't have much experience with.
Dodger tells him to quiet down than he goes on to do something like that. His entire body jolts and he takes a shuttering breath.
"Somethin on your mind Big Bear?"
Dodger keeps looking like he has something he want's to say. He runs his hand through his hair doing his best to be on the quiet side.
He wishes things were simpler. He wishes he could just suck Jason off in peace without getting questioned, but he wouldn't have come here if he wanted simple.
He tips his head up again and nearly asks if he wants a blowjob or not, but he knows the answer. He just lets out a huff.
"Who said you could call me that..." He grumbles, leaning up to press a slow kiss to Jason's lips. It isn't a hard protest, he's never actually minded. He likes it, honestly.
His gaze searches Jason's face a moment longer, and he tips his head. "Just wondering why you put up with me."
Nothing Dodger does was ever simple, and Jason knows him well enough that something was on his mind if he was acting like this.
He watches him and smiles as Dodger comes up, the kiss soft and tender wrapping his arms around his neck.
"I did" He gives him another kiss, the nickname was cute and fit him well moving to gently stroke his face. Jason was like an open book all the time he watches him and shrugs his thumb ghosting over one of Dodger's scars.
"You're important to me." he watches him a moment his hand staying. "I know you don't feel the same way, and I don't expect you to... but I love you and I want to make you happy."
There's a trace of a smile on his lips as Jason kisses him, and it almost feels like they're back home. Like an idealized version, where Augustine isn't blowing up Dodger's phone and the room doesn't smell like spoiled milk.
And then it fades with those words. He isn't upset by it, exactly. More accurately, he's tired. There's a certain type of exhaustion that creeps into his features, darkening his eyes and weighing down his shoulders.
"How brave of you to sacrifice yourself like that." He grumbles, sounding more accusatory than he really means to.
He watches the change and regrets saying it, it's been something he's been thinking about for a while and it felt right but watching the weight settle in on Dodger's features made his heart heavy.
He just gently pets his face still with a shrug. "Not really a sacrifice, more like... selfish bullshit."
He sighs feeling like he really did ruin the moment. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable and shit."
Dodger is quiet for a moment, and deeply considers lying. He could say it doesn't matter, and push his thoughts aside for a bit. But lying has been getting harder and harder since he got to Hell.
He pushes himself up slowly, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Just really wish you wouldn't put that on me." His voice is low, trying and failing to sound mild but underneath there's a simmering anger at it. "You weren't here when I got here, you didn't show up for months. I'm fucking dead, I didn't think I'd see you again. And you wanna give me shit for moving on with my life?"
As if he ever really moves on. If he ran into Augustine - hell, if he ran into Benny or Arzial, he would go back to them. If he saw Janet, he would beg to get her back. He'll always be stuck in his own world, pining for the past.
Jason stares at him as he gets up and guilt settles in as the tone in Dodger voice shifted. He put him in a position that he had no right to say. He props himself up just a bit opening his mouth to speak but he really didn't know what to say, closing it slowly as layers of confusion pass over his face.
"I... I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to give you shit or anything." His voice wavers he shouldn't have said it, he knows Dodger's going through alot and didn't want to make things worse for him.
"I know you've moved on I um, I was just happy to see you after how awful I was when I first got here." He looks away moving to fidget with the blankets by his hand. "maybe we could pretend I didn't say it? It just slipped out."
"Whatever. It doesn't matter. But you're right, you did fuck it up when you got here."
He doesn't mean it, not exactly. But he can't help lashing out, under the pressure of wanting Jason, and wanting nothing to do with him. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and bury his face in his hands, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.
"I shouldn't have come here." He grumbles, "Francis is waiting at home."
Dodger's words really hurt but he just moves away and puts himself back into his pants. looking at his lap. His jaw set and his hands felt numb.
"I was scared and I took it out on you." Everything had been overwhelming and he ruined it even more.
Everything was so soft and nice moments before it was safe but he was selfish, sitting there quietly trying to figure out what to say. "I guess you should go back to him," he mumbles quietly. He wanted to cry but he forces himself not to his hands fiddling as he digs his nail into his thumb. "He's probably worried."
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"Than let's Just be together for right now, It's either late or early, I dunno." He doesn't mean romantically, just sharing the same bed and enjoying each other's company till Dodger's feeling better.
"doesn't have to be anythin after, but it's nice for now."
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Jason really understands him.
"And you're alright with that?" He murmurs after a moment. It isn't like him to confirm, to press. To care about anyone's needs except his own. Hell really is changing him, one way or another.
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Jason smiles a bit giving a content sigh, looking up at him, it was nice hearing him laugh for once, every time he's seen him, Dodger looks stressed out, it was his fault most of the time, but doesn't make it less nice.
"Just don't gotta be a stranger, ya know?"
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And really, if he had more nerve he might be able to practice some caution. But that's never been his best skill. He leans a bit closer, until their noses brush together, their lips are inches apart. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but the words catch in his throat and he just pushes himself forward. To kiss him, to run a hand up his thigh and along his side, to pin him down so Dodger can shift on top of him, move Jason's legs to either side of his hips.
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He's surprised when he gets close, and even more so when his lips make contact. He doesn't push away or anything happily accepting the touches and the taste of Dodger's lips on his. The taste was familiar and warm, part of him felt guilty doing so.
But regardless he rolls onto his back adjusting his legs and laying there as Dodger looms over him. He smiles and touches the arm pinning him down, just for the sake of touching. There's a lot of things that could, or maybe even should be said, but right now it was comforting like this.
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His jeans are still on and he lets out a little sigh of frustration, missing the feeling of Jason's skin against his. So he reaches down to unzip them and kick them off, all the while pressing kisses to Jason's lips and then his jaw and his neck. There's no plan in mind, but he's careful to watch the younger man's reactions, to stop if anything seems uncomfortable.
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Dodger's touches were warm and even after he moves the sensation lingers. He kisses him and moves his head to give him full access to his skin. There's just a smile on his face, he's enjoying this moment, not an ounce of discomfort, he falls back into Dodger's touches like time didn't pass.
He gently touches Dodger's face. "I did really miss you."
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"It's nice... seeing you again." He hesitates, and leans down to press his lips to Jason's collarbone, before glancing up at him. "I can go further. If you want."
His voice is uncharacteristically quiet. Even with these apologies, he tends to just take as much as Jason will give him, try to push things back to where they were. Somehow, it doesn't feel right at the moment.
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"I wanna go as far as you want to." he wanted to do much more, he missed Dodger in every way, but he also doesn't wanna push or take away the tender moment. Part of him is worried, Dodger was being oddly soft right now. He strokes his cheek with his thumb. They were pretty much close to naked now, but he just liked the touch, he was ready to give Dodger all of him.
"If you want I could blow ya." he laughs a bit with a shrug. "or we can cuddle, You look tired."
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"I was thinking of blowing you, actually."
He slips down, pressing his lips along Jason's chest, his stomach and down to the edge of his boxers. It's only then that he hesitates, glancing back up at him.
"You alright with that?"
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"Yeah, I'm alright with it" he smiles sitting up a bit. "just surprised." Dodger was the only person he's more comfortable with something like that, and right now was tender and sweet, so he's more than accepting.
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He nods, and his fingers curl over the rim of Jason's boxers before slipping them down in a fluid motion. He hasn't given him much to get hard so he mouths along his cock, lips traveling down to suck on his balls and run his tongue over the sensitive skin. It's all slow and deliberate, giving the younger man plenty of time to settle into it.
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He smiles leaning back and not hyper-focusing on watching. He trusts Dodger and lets him work the magic. He was sensitive, always has been and doing it like this with Dodger really made it easy to get hard, even with the bit of anxiety in his chest. This was a nice surprise and treat.
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But having a dick in his mouth has always been calming - or at least, it has been since his cult days. He can relax, finally getting Jason's cock into his mouth and just letting it rest there, before he finally starts to bob his head slowly. Not that he really needs to worry too much about Jason hitting the back of his throat but hey, he can imagine.
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He's gotten used to Dodger teasing him for his size, part of him a bit self-conscious about it still, but it's alright for now. It's pretty quiet, just two people connecting after along time.
As Dodger continues his breath hitches and he lets out a few small sounds of pleasure. He's a vocal guy, in and out of sex.
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"Keep it down, the walls are thin. Don't want your roommates hearing, yeah?"
As if it matters. As if anyone cares here, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. He has quite the reputation here and he's never sure who's heard what about him.
He hesitates a moment longer, as if he's going to say something else. He wavers, before just moving down and swallowing Jason to the hilt in a practiced motion.
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"Whoops, sorry" he chuckles a bit. "Just been awhile." It always hit different when it's Dodger, and he's doing something Jason doesn't have much experience with.
Dodger tells him to quiet down than he goes on to do something like that. His entire body jolts and he takes a shuttering breath.
"Somethin on your mind Big Bear?"
Dodger keeps looking like he has something he want's to say. He runs his hand through his hair doing his best to be on the quiet side.
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He tips his head up again and nearly asks if he wants a blowjob or not, but he knows the answer. He just lets out a huff.
"Who said you could call me that..." He grumbles, leaning up to press a slow kiss to Jason's lips. It isn't a hard protest, he's never actually minded. He likes it, honestly.
His gaze searches Jason's face a moment longer, and he tips his head. "Just wondering why you put up with me."
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He watches him and smiles as Dodger comes up, the kiss soft and tender wrapping his arms around his neck.
"I did" He gives him another kiss, the nickname was cute and fit him well moving to gently stroke his face. Jason was like an open book all the time he watches him and shrugs his thumb ghosting over one of Dodger's scars.
"You're important to me." he watches him a moment his hand staying. "I know you don't feel the same way, and I don't expect you to... but I love you and I want to make you happy."
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And then it fades with those words. He isn't upset by it, exactly. More accurately, he's tired. There's a certain type of exhaustion that creeps into his features, darkening his eyes and weighing down his shoulders.
"How brave of you to sacrifice yourself like that." He grumbles, sounding more accusatory than he really means to.
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He just gently pets his face still with a shrug. "Not really a sacrifice, more like... selfish bullshit."
He sighs feeling like he really did ruin the moment. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable and shit."
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He pushes himself up slowly, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Just really wish you wouldn't put that on me." His voice is low, trying and failing to sound mild but underneath there's a simmering anger at it. "You weren't here when I got here, you didn't show up for months. I'm fucking dead, I didn't think I'd see you again. And you wanna give me shit for moving on with my life?"
As if he ever really moves on. If he ran into Augustine - hell, if he ran into Benny or Arzial, he would go back to them. If he saw Janet, he would beg to get her back. He'll always be stuck in his own world, pining for the past.
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"I... I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to give you shit or anything." His voice wavers he shouldn't have said it, he knows Dodger's going through alot and didn't want to make things worse for him.
"I know you've moved on I um, I was just happy to see you after how awful I was when I first got here." He looks away moving to fidget with the blankets by his hand. "maybe we could pretend I didn't say it? It just slipped out."
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"Whatever. It doesn't matter. But you're right, you did fuck it up when you got here."
He doesn't mean it, not exactly. But he can't help lashing out, under the pressure of wanting Jason, and wanting nothing to do with him. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and bury his face in his hands, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.
"I shouldn't have come here." He grumbles, "Francis is waiting at home."
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"I was scared and I took it out on you." Everything had been overwhelming and he ruined it even more.
Everything was so soft and nice moments before it was safe but he was selfish, sitting there quietly trying to figure out what to say.
"I guess you should go back to him," he mumbles quietly. He wanted to cry but he forces himself not to his hands fiddling as he digs his nail into his thumb. "He's probably worried."
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