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Evening came faster than Jason expected, the Drakes would be arriving soon and they would drop off Tim for the night. It wasn't ideal, but Bruce was waiting for the right moment to keep Tim, even if Jason was impatient. However it was, Jason had the decency to be polite because of Tim's fondness at them.
Staring in the mirror one last time, Jason made sure to admire how good he looked—because it wasn't usual that he got all dolled up, Bruce kept him naked most of the time since it seemed that, even with his age, Bruce could fuck like a rabbit. And his dress was new, the black velvet felt soft at the touch, off shoulder that highlighted the intricacies of the pearls around his neck, the long sleeves that ensured that he wasn't going to handle food since he could stain it, and Bruce definitely liked seeing his legs.
Whatever, Jason had gone for a simple smokey eye and a soft pink lip gloss, he knew his foundation and anything he put on will get ruined before midnight so he didn't put any of it. Eyeshadow and lip gloss was enough for Jason.
Slipping his black stilettos in place, Jason gave a last twirl in front of the mirror.
"Bruce is definitely not holding back." Jason mumbled for himself, rolling his eyes at the giddy feeling that his husband always provoked in him.
Jason should have practiced a little more before attempting to just walk down the stairs, fortunately, Dick was home even if he wasn't attending dinner.
"Dickie, help me down?" Jason waved at him, his brother-kinda-son approached while checking him up and down, whistling as he reached Jason.
"It's been a while since you used any heels, Jay." Dick chuckled at him, and instead of letting Jason hold onto him, Dick picked him up and walked down the stairs. "Uh, you're a little heavy."
Jason glared. "Are you calling me fat?"
"No, but you're a little heavy." Dick said with a blank face, humming as he stepped down the stairs, Jason crossing his arms and squinting at him.
"You're weird sometimes."
Dick just shrugged.
Alfred always greeted the guests at the door, is not that Jason wasn't polite when needed, it's just that Bruce didn't like the first thing guests saw was Jason. Especially when Jason got dressed.
Jason sat at the end of the table, the head empty since Bruce was busy, whether he was at the basement or out in Gotham—Jason didn't know. The kids were in their rooms already asleep, or pretending to be and in their laptops, who knew. Jason had told them that he didn't care, just that they shouldn't be loud and interrupt the dinner.
The the clicking of heels reached Jason before Janet's figure appeared on the door, her tea length carmine dress letting her white heels shine, she seemed a little winded and trying to masquerade her annoyance with a blank face.
"I hope we're not too early." Janet stepped closer extending her hand for Jason, instead, he stood and shook her hand before placing a kiss on the back hand, smiling at her surprise.
"Unfortunately, it's my husband whose a little late, I apologize but business doesn't wait." Jason sat down as Alfred walked in to help Janet sit on the chair, and to avoid any scratching on the floor.
"That's understandable, Jack tends to be like that." Janet's eye twitched, her hands resting on her lap, she didn't tremble but it was a near thing. With a sigh, Janet gave up. "I'm really sorry, but Timothy can only stay for dinner, we're flying tomorrow and we're taking him with us." Janet said, attempting to sound sorry. She smiled, but Jason was already glaring at her.
"Oh, that's really bad, Damian and Cassandra were hoping to expend time with him this week…" Jason pouted, if he told them maybe the only one a little annoyed would be Damian, they knew the situation they were in with Tim and the drakes, but if he told Bruce… "And you see, Bruce was planing to take Tim in a tour all around Wayne Enterprises, but I guess we have to reschedule."
"What do we need to reschedule?" Bruce said from the door, still looking at his phone before simply locking it. "Good evening, Janet– Where's Jack?"
"Hello Bruce, Jack is with Timothy in the car, just dealing with a tantrum." She sighed, and was about to stand when Bruce stopped her and shook her hand. "You see, I was telling Jason that we have to travel tomorrow and Timothy is coming with us, he's not happy, but it is what it is." She shrugged, hiding the minute trembling of her hands under her purse.
"Why is that?" Bruce sat at the head of the table, checking Jason's face and paying no mind to Janet.
She didn't answer, Jack walked in with sniffing Tim, eyes puffy and red, pleading eyes glancing at Jason.
With a tense silence, dinner was served.
As dessert was served, Jason looked nudged at Tim's feet and waved at the stairs, silently telling him to take it to his room up.
Tim glanced warily at Jack before taking his plate and rushing out. Janet seemed embarrassed and was about to apologize to Bruce.
"Well, I hope you two enjoy your travel tomorrow, Dick is visiting and I'm sure he will be devastated if Tim isn't here." Jason said, firm and final, Janet snapped her jaw shut and remained silent. Jack talked faster than he could analyze Jason's mood.
"I'm very sorry Ms. Wayne, but our son is coming with us."
"And how long will he be your son?" Jason shoot back, staring directly at Jack's face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack stood abruptly, knocking the chair back and scrapping the floor, Bruce grunted with displeasure and Jason stood—more carefully—and matched Jack's posture, relishing in being taller than him and a little more with the heels.
"It means, Mister Drake, that we're a better fit at being Tim's parents than you two." Jason rounded the table, standing face to face with Jack.
It seemed that being confronted didn't make Jack happy, his hands gripping at Jason's neck faster than any of them could react.
"Shut up, you talk to much for a whore." Jack's hands tightened around his throat and forced a whine out of him. "You're such a slut that even being choked makes your cunt wet, huh?" Lost in his mocking, Jack didn't notice Bruce standing up and approaching him from behind.
"You would do good to remember, Jack, that my spouse is mine, and therefore, you can't touch."
Slowly, Jack let go of Jason and then he was pushed back, Janet avoided looking at him.
Jason rolled his eyes, as if Bruce didn't know he could defend himself. But, being protected was nice.
Alfred exited the room and closed the door behind him, leaving the four of them alone. Bruce grabbed Jason by the waist and made him sit on the table, sitting in Jason's previous seat and between Jason's legs.
"As I see, we haven't finished dessert, we should do before continuing our conversation." Bruce pushed Jason's dress, the fabric resting at Jason's waist and leaving his lacy black panties in sight.
With a sigh, Janet took her spoon and watched as she slowly took a bite. Jack, still fuming, sat back on his chair and ate with a glare at Bruce.
Jason shuddered as his husband pushed his panties to the side, slick already pooling in his pussy at the anticipation, and maybe from being choked—which may be the cause of Bruce's dark expression.
Caressing the soft skin of Jason's thighs, Bruce leaned down and sucked sharply at Jason's clit, his body twitching at the sudden action and biting his lip to avoid the surprised shout. Bruce didn't like that. Jason felt Bruce's thumbs spreading his folds, slick rolling down and his hole clenching around nothing, Jason expected Bruce to finger him open, or maybe use his tongue to fuck him. But nothing, Bruce simply lick and played with his clit, letting him empty.
From the his side, Janet a spoon on Jason's lips, the rich scent of bitter chocolate made Jason a little dizzy with everything happening, but she was persistent and nudged the spoon against his lips. Jack grumbled from behind, still eating resigned, Janet's plate empty.
When Jason did open his mouth to taste Bruce licked from his hole up to his clit, Jason came unexpectedly and moaned around the spoon, chocolate smeared on his lips just as Bruce slurped the last of his orgasm. Still, Jason felt unsatisfied.
"It was a nice dinner Ms. Wayne, I'm sure Timothy will have fun this week with you, see you, Bruce." Janet passed him a napkin before snapping her fingers at Jack, the man sulking but following his wife.
Jason glared at Bruce, his husband shrugging.
"No husband, I'm not happy." Grumbling, Jason got down from the table, pulling his dress and cleaning his lips, lipstick and chocolate coming completely in the white napkin.
"He touched you."
Jason's eye twitched.
"But, you're a good mommy, I'm sure Tim is going to be happy once he realizes they left him with us." Bruce undid his belt. "Kneel."
Rolling his eyes, Jason complied.
"Good wife, and a good mommy." Bruce murmured as he let Jason have fun with his cock. Maybe they could go to their bedroom later, Jason didn't need his own room anymore.