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To say Tim doesn't expect what he walks in on would be implying anyone would expect it. Except... Tim thinks there's not a person on Earth who would expect to stumble into one of their safe houses scattered about the city, limping a little and in need of an Ace bandage for their rolled ankle, and finding this instead.
This being Jason. Jason sprawled in the oversize tub, only an inch or so of water, naked as a Jaybird, and decidedly different than he appeared in the files of Bruce's last known medical checkup of Jason.
There's tentacles everywhere. Some of them huge, others itty bitty. Somme are creeping slowly around Jason's body, touching, stimulating. Others are flailing wildly in the air. But most notably are the ones shoved into Jason's own mouth and ass. The third, tinier one bobbing in and out of the head of his dick.
Tim stands there, frozen to the spot for so many reasons his mind is a fucking tangle of interconnected and yet disparate thoughts. How and why and when and god is he fucking himself? That one's huge and that one's kind of reaching out and is he in control of them? The questions bounce uselessly off Tim's mind, leaving him standing just inside the bathroom door, drawer half-open from where he'd been reaching, staring. He's shocked and he's aroused and he's a little bit afraid he shouldn't be here, but mostly he wants.
Tim finally manages to straighten himself and make it real damn obvious if Jason bothers to look that he's aroused as fuck with the way he stands. Then he clears his throat. Gives it a three beat and then murmurs, "Jay?" finally catching his attention.
Jason looks both startled and terrified and then, somehow, a little bit hornier than he looked seconds ago, despite already fucking himself. On tentacles, Tim reminds himself. On fucking tentacles, that are coming out of his own damn body.
He doesn't mean to, but he says, "You're a walking hentai video," and Jason chokes. On air, on a laugh, Tim isn't sure. Certainly not on the tentacle that's no longer ramming its way into his mouth, now hanging limply in the air, a little slick with Jason's spit.
Tim rushes to add, "Not that I'm, like, bothered or anything."
Jason snorts this time. Rolls his head against the rim of the tub and then extends a tentacle to wrap gently around Tim's wrist. He tugs and Tim looks at the way Jason's face has turned pleading. Cocks his head at him and moves forward until his boots hit the edge of the tub. One tentacle runs down his suit to one of the hidden latches and rests there.
There's a beat where neither of them do anything and then Tim asks, "Can you still talk?" because Jason should have told him off six ways from Sunday already for walking in on this. A shake of Jason's head and Tim rumbles a soft little noise of understanding. Hesitates and then offers, "I'll say what I think you want... just don't get annoyed, yeah?"
One nod. Tim takes a breath. Sighs it back out and asks, "Do you want me in there with you?" Several quick nods and Jason turning his head away a little bit. Tim considers what he already knows about Jason and what Jason knows about him and his sex life. Decides Jason is very aware that Tim only tops and considers perhaps the turning away is a bit of embarrassment about wanting to be fucked. Not that Tim didn't, ya know, see him fucking himself.
He flicks the other hidden latches, watching as Jason's tentacle nudges open the one it's been resting on. Eases his tunic up enough to unclip his armor and unlatch his pants from the tunic part of his outfit. Shrugs out of his wing cape and opens his pants. He ditches the exceedingly uncomfortable cup, but leaves his undergarment in place and his boots on his feet. With his ankle all fucked up he'll need them if he's doing this.
By the time he's crawled into the tub, Jason's already spread his thighs, getting Tim fairly effortlessly between them, and he's got half a dozen tentacles exploring various parts of Tim's body. One slips inside his underwear and curls along his shaft, starts pulsating, and Tim groans as he leans over Jason and kisses him. First his mouth, then his jaw and his neck and anything else Tim can reach as his hands join in the exploration. Biceps, shoulders, armpits, down his sides, across his abdomen, along a few tentacles that rest there, and finally to Jason's hard cock.
Tim shifts until he's in a good position to take Jason and leans completely over Jason, one hand guiding himself, the other braced on the tub by Jason's head. Two slim tentacles hold Jason's hole open for Tim to push inside and Tim groans at the stimulation of going in and of having two slick writhing things along each side of his dick. They stay tucked inside alongside Tim's length and even when he starts thrusting, they remain there, shifting and restless and so fucking stimulating.
There's nothing i the world Tim wants more than to taste Jason's skin again, so he does. Leans down and nudges under his chin and sucks on his neck, his Adam's apple, the skin just beneath his jaw.
Jason's tentacles are all around him. Touching him just as much as Jason. Holding his thighs and his hips, helping him thrust harder, slipped up under his tunic and exploring, playing along his taint and his balls and driving him mad with lust.
When Tim shifts up to stare at Jason as he fucks into him, he watches the tentacles re-invade Jason's mouth. Two of them moving in opposition. So many more roaming Jason's chest and sides, caressing every bit of skin they can reach.
Tim reaches for Jason's cock and finds it already occupied by a plethora of tentacles, all of them wriggling and pulsing against him. Two are fucking at his slit, just little tendrils doing what they want, playing in the precum Jason's shaft is leaking.
He watches them, breathless and remembering exactly how he was aware of hentai videos containing tentacles. Remembers the ones he has saved on his hard drive and the ones he doesn't because he's seen them enough to have them memorized. Then he decides Jason's version is better than any of them.
It's there, on the tip of that thought, driving hard into Jason's body, that Tim cums. Shocked into a choked-off shout, he freezes and stills there, pulsing his load deep into Jason's hole, surrounded by wriggle, desperate tentacles.
Jason's throaty sound and the sharp upward jut of his hips tells Tim he's cumming before the first spurt shoots from the tip of his cock. Tim stares down at it, watching every pulse of cum. Where it lands, how it comes out, how the tentacles there are still frantically fucking at his slit.
Jason seems to cum forever. Body arching and throbbing and tentacles going nuts.
By the time Jason sags back into the tub, Tim's working on his second orgasm. It arrives at the same time that Jason's tentacles disappear and he's left hunched over Jason's clutching body, his grasping hands, spilling deep inside him for the second time.
Jason sits there and breathes hard, trembling a little under Tim's gentle touches.
He pulls free and sits back, remembering why he was here in the first place when his ankle twinges. He's quiet when he asks, "Can you talk now?"
Jason just croaks, "Yeah," and then he's silent for so long Tim thinks he won't talk any further. When he's about to work up to asking him something else, Jason finally says, "Went and got myself cursed I guess."
Tim half snorts half coughs, trying not to laugh at what an understatement that must be for Jason to have gotten all those tentacles. He's still sputtering a little, but manages, "Yeah, well, I can't say shit because I fucking liked it, so..."
Jason rolls his eyes so hard his head rolls with them, gives Tim a long, withering sigh, and dramatically says, "Oh? I didn't fucking notice, Timothy," and Tim finally does break down laughing at that.
It's absurd, really. Sitting in a tub with Jason, post orgasm, post tentacles and laughing like he hasn't in years. Jason must agree, because he's laughing, too.
They don't sober for a while. When they do, Tim's sprawled half over Jason and Jason's lightly massaging his ankle, just above his boot, where it hurts the most, and Tim thinks he owes him a little more credit for just how observant he is. Jason quietly says, "So... guessing an Ace bandage caused all this." Tim agrees, pursing his lips, trying not to laugh, bobbing his head until he bursts out with, "Yup, Ace bandage on the front of a howling laugh that has Jason's shoulders shaking and both their eyes watering as they lose it again.
All Tim can think is, 'God bless Ace bandages'.