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Roy Harper may not be Bat level paranoid, sure, but he still made it a habit to always at least double check things if he could. Dates, tools, arrows, His bows, Jason's guns, even the zipper on his fly. So generally when important documents were thrown at him, he made sure to at least glance through them, he'd learned that lesson after he nearly ended up married in a foreign country on a Titans mission; it had only been pure luck, read Bat paranoia, that Dick just so happened to understand the written language and stopped him at the last moment. Roy was still living that one down to this day. When he and Jason started working, and eventually living, together the habit didn't go away- it just lessened. He could be sure that if he forgot something Jason probably remembered and vice versa. He was normally still careful with the really important things. Normally.
And yeah! It's true that Roy had laughed in his face when Jason had all but shoved the "Sex-Pollen Consent Form" papers at him, he'd known the Bat had contingencies for everything, but it had felt a little ridiculous at the time to need to be prepared for something like that, looking back he really shouldn't've underestimated Gotham, still he hadn't hesitated to sign his messy signature on those papers next to Jason's comparably neat scrawl. He just never thought they'd need them or that it'd be more than dealing with his best friends sex-muddled alpha instincts. Either way he trusted Jason, and he knew Jason trusted him, so it wasn't a big deal; until it was.
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Roy barely gets them through the front door before Jason's hands are tugging at his helmet in a pathetic attempt to get it off. The dumb thing was nothing more than a glorified decoration at the moment, having malfunctioned halfway through the fight after a particularly hard hit and taking both coms and filtration systems with it. The only reason they'd left it on the younger alpha's head was to keep his identity secured, Roy's 98% sure the lenses had gone sometime on the walk back by the way Jason had stopped growling at anyone who so much as side glanced them.
Jason pulls hard enough at the unbudging helmet that Roy winces and takes pity on him. He momentarily lets go of the man to press his own thumbs to the verification panels and watches as the helmet clicks open with a hiss. He barely has time to stumble back as pollen dust pours out and Jason is left in a brief coughing fit. He staggers back at the strong scent of alpha that flows with it and covers his mouth and nose in attempt to keep from inhaling the toxin. Roy really doesn't want to get hit with the pollen, he can handle a rutting Jason, but he doesn't want to think about what it'd be like to have to deal with his own alpha on top of it.
"Bathroom!" Roy shouts, stumbling back another half a foot as Jason takes a small step towards him; his pupils are blown so wide the turquoise of his irises can barely be seen. "Go to the bathroom, Jaybird, and wash off. I promise I'll take care of you after, but you need to rinse off first." He adds on when Jason honest to god, whines at him, lips still pulled back in a soft snarl, fangs barely poking through. For a second, he thinks the other isn't going to listen, words not getting through the mind behind those clouded eyes, and then Jason's head slowly turns to the hall and then, one heavy foot after the other, he carries himself in the direction of the shower. Roy's shoulders sag and he sighs in relief. He should go get some water and rations. Something told him this wasn't going to be a one and done.
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Roy can hear whines and keens all the way from the kitchen, the running water does little to muffle them, and he barely holds himself from calling back in his own reassuring croons. The sounds Jason's making are more omegan than alpha, but not unnatural. It was more common in young alphas and ones who had difficult presentations, a leftover puppy instinct or something, and in Jason's case it was likely the latter.
He doesn't know the exact details, but Jason had died a pup just on the verge of presentation and came back in a stasis; stuck in the uncomfortable between. The Lazarus pit had apparently forced him to present, and it hadn't been pretty, not to mention the lasting effects. If Roy is right, this is Jason's first rut since. He sighs softly and leans against the counter to watch the clock on the microwave. He wasn't too sure what to expect, but he wouldn't let Jason's cycle be as bad as the first one, that's for sure.
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When ten minutes tick by and the sound of running water doesn't stop, but those pleading calls do, Roy gets... concerned. Jason never took very long showers, even with his rut that shouldn't change- hell if anything, they should probably be shorter with the need to find somewhere safe to den, and Jason had been continuously making noises since before they walked through the front door. Roy pushes off the counter to make his way down the hall, intending to just knock and make sure the other hadn't managed to slip and crack his skull or something. The bathroom door is wide open when he gets there though, and the curtains completely pulled back.
Roy's eyes dart around the small room, searching for his wayward friend. There's no sign of Jason anywhere, which isn't surprising; not many places a six-foot, two-hundred-and-something pound alpha could hide in a tiny ass bathroom, but he knows not to underestimate a bat, so he still glances up just to be sure. It wouldn't be the weirdest position he's caught a bat in. When Roy's confident Jason's not hiding out in the tiny space, he directs his nose down the hall and softly scents the air. Jason's spice-y, like a home-cooked meal- savory and nostalgic, smell leads him down the hall. He pauses at the other man's room, but that too, is empty, the only signs anyone had been inside being the faint trace of rut scent and the missing duvet.
Roy's eyes slowly trail to his own, shut, it hadn't been shut when they left, door, and he takes a deep breath to steel himself. He really, really hoped he wouldn't have to fight with Jason over his own space. The man was super fucking territorial; if he didn't know any better he'd say that trait came from Batman himself. Roy knocks once on his own door before slowly pushing it open. There's a low growl that quickly turns into a whine as he steps into the room. So no posturing, good. That'd make this easier for both of them.
Jason's scent is so strong, somehow amplifying in the time they'd been apart, that Roy nearly chokes on it. He breathes in, an attempt to get his baring's back, but it only succeeds in making him feel a bit light-headed. The younger is half sitting, half laying, in his bed tucked by the pillows with both his own and Roy's duvet pulled around him, stark naked with water still dripping off him by the looks of it. Jason makes a keening sound at him and Roy's stumbling closer before he can even consider his actions.
"It's okay, Jaybird. I'm here, you're okay." He hums low and gentle, carefully sitting himself on the side of the bed closest to the man. Jason whines again and slowly sits all the way up to push himself closer to the red head. Roy easily tilts his head to the side and lets his best friend scent him. It's almost embarrassing how fast his pants tighten around him.
"Alpha..." Jason pleads into the side of his neck and Roy curses mentally at the way his heart stutters in his chest. He barely has time to react before Jason's calloused hand is coming up and ripping away his scent patch. The other moans at the influx of nature-y smell. He's never quite been able to place it himself, but if he had to describe it, he'd say a sunny clearing in the middle of a forest. Jason's scenting grows a bit more desperate, aggressive.
Roy runs his fingers through dark hair and lets Jason get his fill. When the man starts to pull back, he very nearly curls his fist into those messy locks to keep him close, but controls himself last minute with a small twitch of fingers. Jason doesn't go far though, eyes taking in the older alpha before him. For a moment, Roy thinks Jason might finally jump him and get their inevitable mating on, but he visibly startles when the man shifts so he's laying on his stomach, face down on the bed.
Roy's mouth opens in question then abruptly snaps shut when Jason braces himself on the bed and pushes his hips up in the air, blankets falling away to reveal his aching sex. His very distinctively, very not alphan, but omegan sex. His eyes follow the trail of translucent slick making a mess down milky-scarred thighs up and up, and- Jason whines, loudly, shuffling his hips closer to Roy. Out of shock more than anything, he clamps a hand around the alph- omegas? Hip to hold him in place. It earns him a beautiful sound and the hypnotic sight of his best friends cunt clenching around nothing and oozing out more slick.
Oh, fuck. What the fuck Jason? What the fuck? Roy's brain scrambles for an answer, but comes up blank. Jason, as far as Roy was aware, is an alpha. He does the whole nines- posturing, excessive growling, defensive of his territory. He even smells like an alpha, sure there was sometimes a sweet undertone to his scent, but that wasn't uncommon- just an outdated stereotype. But when he considers that, he's forced to admit everything else he listed can be seen as such too- still! He would've known! Jason would've told him! Wouldn't he? Was this some effect of the pollen? But... physical sex didn't just change over the course of a few hours.
An aggravated hiss pulls him from his thoughts and Roy is nearly knocked off the bed when Jason's hips are shoved back so hard his hand slips down that muscled thigh and right into the mess of slick. His skin tingles where it makes contact with the scentless fluid, and he struggles to swallow or pull his eyes away from the sight. It's Jason's petulantly whined "Alpha..." that actually kicks his brain back into gear.
Roy shushes the whining omega softly and moves his clean hand up to rub soothing circles on his arched lower back. "I'm sorry, baby. Sorry. I should be focusing on you. Making you feel better, yeah? It's okay. I'll make you feel good, I promise." He knows he's rambling slightly, but he's just trying to buy a little time to calm his racing heart. Jason spreads his legs a bit more with a quiet mewl and Roy pushes all questions aside for later. His hand caresses up that soaked thigh before he gently rubs his fingers along Jason's swollen cocklet. It's tiny in comparison to someone who's fully male, about a thumbs' length, but still achingly hard and twitching for relief.
He pushes down a little harder and watches the way strong hips jerk in response. Jason lets out such a beautiful moan that Roy has to do it again, and again, and soon enough he's stroking the omega's tiny cock at a set pace and drinking in those lovely noises. Jason is loud, Roy hadn't expected him to be, but he is, and the red head adores it; wants to hear more of it. He shifts between the man's legs and moves his hand down to squeeze at his thigh, and make more space for himself. Jason whimpers when his fingers are pulled away, but it's quickly swallowed down by a throaty gasp as Roy buries his face into the omega's cunt.
Jason's slick is flavorless as it reaches his mouth, but addicting nonetheless. Roy could die a happy man between his best friend's legs, he thinks as he pushes his tongue along the length of the omega. Jason's hips jerk back again and Roy pulls back just enough to prod at the man's dripping hole, one of the omega's hands shoots back to grip painfully at Roy's hair as he pushes his tongue in. Jason is tight around him, and his insides squeeze in protest of the intrusion, despite how he seems to be trying to physically pull Roy impossibly closer.
Jason is too tight to actually push more than the tip of his tongue in and Roy doesn't force it. He was here to make the other feel better, not worse. So, he lets a finger join his mouth and gently pushes in with the digit instead. Roy hums at the noise it earns him and slowly pushes in until he's a knuckle deep. Jason's hips rock in jerky motions, and he clenches and unclenches periodically around Roy with no signs or noises of discomfort, so, slowly he starts to move his finger to stretch the omega.
Roy pushes his thumb up to press against Jason's cock and lets his tongue prod deeper as he thrusts his finger in. Jason lets out a moan, that makes him thankful they're the building's only tenants, and his body tenses. Stuttering to a stop. Roy, himself, jerks in surprise at the sudden burst of sweet slick flowing into his mouth. He gently pulls away when Jason's body relaxes enough to allow him to do so and takes in the sight.
There's a mess of cum splattered on the bed below Jason, and he's now dripping sweet-smelling slick instead of the earlier scentless slick. "You came just from that?" Roy can't help the way arousal completely overtakes his scent and floods the room. His omega makes the most wonderful keening noise in response, and he doesn't leave him waiting. He pushes in a second finger with the first and thrusts them in as deep as he can, Jason moans, and his rocking picks up again with twice the vigor.
"More! More!" Jason's voice is rumbling slightly, purring around the words, and Roy stretches his fingers apart before adding a third. The omegas insides are quickly loosening around him and Roy knows he needs to get his cock in him soon or else he's going to end up just knotting his pants. This wasn't how he imagined his first time with Jason going, but he wasn't going to let it end in disappointment just because he couldn't control his knot.
Roy's free hand fumbles with the button and zipper of his own pants to try and free himself. He's way too dressed, why does he have so many clothes on? He's forced to pull his fingers out of the sopping hole they'd made their home to fully undress. Jason whines so loud at the loss that the alpha can't hold back the reassuring croon that leaves his mouth. Roy yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it aside somewhere, his pants and boxers go next, and he nearly falls to the floor in his haste to get them off.
Jason makes another keening noise and Roy plasters himself over his back. He wraps one arm around Jason's waist and his other hand goes down to wrap around his own length. He gives himself a few quick pumps before lining up with Jason's hole. The omega rocks back once and Roy pushes in. Even with all the stretching Jason's still so tight, and he's warm inside and Roy can't help but bury his face between strong shoulder blades and groan into flushed skin.
"Mine..." Roy rumbles out, and that's all the warning either of them get before he's pulling his hips back and snapping them forward. Jason's moan is more of a yell, and he practically melts into the bed as his alpha pounds into him. They both go down as Jason ends up stretched flat on his stomach, Roy refuses to loosen his hold on him for even a second and the new angle only allows him to speed up. He growls softly when his fangs drop and nuzzles his head up to Jason's shoulder to nibble gently at the skin of it. He won't bite him. Not tonight. He could still leave marks though.
"...Roy..." Jason whines out, it's muffled by the way he angles his head into the pillow to better show off his nape. Roy lets his teeth dig into Jason's scarred shoulder just enough that the tingling in his jaw begins to fade, and his knot swells in response. "Please! Please!" Jason gasps hand coming up to fist his mate's hair again, and hips jerking back eagerly. Roy's vision spots out as he forces his quickly growing knot into the omega, and holds them flush together as he fills the warm heat that is Jason.
His mates cunt pulses around him, tight and wet and unrelenting. He kisses along Jason's shoulder and neck and lets himself purr in response to the quiet rumbling the other's making. Roy feels hot and a little too dizzy and even with his cock pumping Jason full of his seed, he knows that it won't be enough; for either of them. Fuck. Maybe he did inhale some of that pollen after all. Roy shudders slightly at the soft tug as Jason twists underneath him to nibble at his jaw.
Now that he has a moment to actually think about them, Jason's smaller than normal fangs made a lot more sense. They were still bigger than your average omegas, but smaller than an average alpha. The two bonded in different ways: alphas took better the deeper they were and omegas took better the closer to the surface they were. Roy wonders what a bond made by Jason's fangs would look like, somewhere right in the middle. Would he think of him as his alpha or omega? Both? Jason licks a stripe over the slight stubble on the side of his jaw and makes a soft disappointed crooning noise that Roy can't help but laugh at, even more so at the face Jason makes for jostling them.
"Alright, alright! I'll stay out of my head. Focus on my beautiful omega instead." He hums, tilting his head to the side to give the other more room. Jason's purr grows louder, and he doesn't hesitate to shift his attention to Roy's neck, licking and nibbling the skin there until he finds the best spot to scent. It's a bit of an uncomfortable position, but there's not much they can do being still locked together. Either way, they'd probably both be coming out of this sore.
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Roy doesn't remember dozing off, but when he comes too again, he's on his back with a heavy weight on top of him and his body feeling hot enough that if he hadn't known otherwise he'd think he was running a fever. He blearily blinks his eyes open and all at once his senses come back to him, his sleep-hazed mind is quickly chased away by the sight of Jason awkwardly positioned above him. The omega has one hand hazardously placed on Roy's chest, and if he leaned any more forward his own chest would be smothering Roy.
From what he can make out, and feel, from beneath those unfairly large pecs, Jason has one hand wrapped tightly around Roy's stiff cock, and he's rubbing his dripping cunt along the length of it. Roy trails his gaze up to the man's pouting face and takes in the frustrated noises, and surmises that it's not really what he's trying to do. He gently places both hands on his mate's hips and fights off a smirk at the way he startles, wide eyes shooting up in surprise.
Jason's eyes are still clouded and his irises are still blown. If that wasn't enough to tell him that he was still in the midst of it, the pleading whine he makes the moment their eyes meet definitely was. Roy hums his reassurance and runs a hand up and down Jason's hip. "It's okay... You were trying to take more, hm? Couldn't do it on your own." He pushes himself up so he's sitting and lets Jason fall down into his lap. His omega hums his own agreeance and buries his face in Roy's shoulder. A part of Roy wonders if this was out of character for Jason or just how he normally is during sex. Agreeable and submissive, taking instead of giving or fighting. It was definitely a change from Jason's normal self, Roy could only bring himself to love it just as deeply.
He tilts his head to the side and moves a hand up to rest on Jason's nape, he guides their mouths together and can't help but chuckle when sharp fangs dig into his lips. The kiss is more teeth than anything, but he can't bring himself to break it, not when Jason so desperately tries to keep it up. "Hurry... Hurry, Roy- alpha..." Jason whines hips rolling a bit, but otherwise doing nothing to get what he wants. He soothes him with a soft peck to the lips.
Roy helps Jason onto his knees before wrapping a hand around his own length and lining up with the omegas hole. He doesn't even get a second before Jason's dropping down and seating himself on his cock, hips snug together. They let out twin gasps into each other's mouths, before Jason's head falls forward, he nuzzles his face in the other's neck, and then he's gently biting into Roy's swollen mating glands; not deep enough to mark, but deep enough to leave a mark. Roy wasn't rutting, but his body was syncing up to Jason's heat. That much was obvious.
He's never actually shared a heat with someone, but he knows it's not uncommon for a pair's cycle to sync up or trigger each other's cycles if they're compatible enough. The thought makes him dizzy, and he has to bite into his own lip to somewhat satisfy the urge to mark his mate.
Roy shifts his grip to Jason's waist and lifts the omega up and, Jason whines as their hips connect again and again. He lays himself back to be able to push deeper in. They end up in a mimicry of their earlier position with Jason's hands braced on his chest, but this time with his cunt stuffed full of Roy's cock instead of just messily rubbing against it. Roy's hips jerk up and Jason's head lolls back. His moans are louder in the open air, than they were when they were being muffled by a pillow. It only encourages Roy to move faster, to pull more of those pretty sounds from his omega.
Jason does nothing to chase his own pleasure, just lets Roy do all the work for him, only occasionally rolling his hips when that special spot inside of him is hit and otherwise letting himself be tugged around like a doll. For a moment, Roy wonders if pausing and making Jason actually work for what he wants would be too cruel, but then the other lets out the sweetest moan and Roy decides he's not that mean and that his omega's just been too good to tease like that. Another time.
From this position he can see everything from the way Jason's entire body, from his face all the way down to his thick legs, flush a beautiful shade of pink, how his mouth hangs open with every moan and snaps shut with every whine, and how his stomach clenches and unclench; the rhythm matching the way his insides squeeze around Roy. He runs his hand down Jason's abdomen until his fingers graze the angry head of his cocklet. "Wait! Wait-" Jason gasps, eyes jerking down in surprise to look wide-eyed at his own sex as cum spurts between them and slick squirts around Roy's cock; again he wonders if the sensitivity is normal or due to the pollen.
Roy's knot throbs at the sight and rapidly begins to swell at the overstimulated noise Jason makes when he doesn't stop or slow down, only presses his fingers firmer into his small cock and snaps his hips harder. He can't bring himself to look away from where they're connected, watching as his length slides in and out of his mate. Jason mewls when he finally pushes in his knot and orgasms again, clenching tightly around the alpha. Roy's vision spots out as they lock together, but when his sight focuses again, it stays glued to the slight bulge in Jason's stomach from how deeply they connect. He moans at the sight.
Roy finally, after what feels like forever, manages to look up at the omega on top of him. Jason's panting and his scent screams pleased-satisfied-content-mine-mine-mine, his own desperately curls to match it. Fuck. There was no way they were going back to 'just friends with obvious sexual tension' after this, were they? Even if they could, Roy wouldn't want to, and if the claiming noises Jason makes and the way his fangs still protrude with the need to bite, mark, then he could hazard a guess that the younger felt the same way.
"Roy..." Jason whimpers softly, his hand wrapping around the older's wrist. "...please..." he mumbles, and Roy's brain blanks for a full second before his eyes trail back down to his fingers that are still pressed against Jason's cock. He jerks in surprise and quickly lets go of the still hardened appendage and the omega's body relaxes slightly in relief. Roy gently rubs at a thigh in apology, and when Jason sinks forward to rest on top of him, he moves both hands to rub at his lower back.
It's not over yet, but Jason was satisfied for now. Maybe he should try to get them the food and water that never made it out of the kitchen before Jason's mind clouds again... Roy opens his mouth to say just that, but a low rumble vibrates throughout Jason and into his body, and he decides just a little bit longer like this would be fine. His knot hasn't even gone down yet anyway, he could go when Jason's asleep.
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The rest of the heat lasts two days and passes in a bit of a blur. Roy doesn't manage to get them supplies while Jason's napping, the omega's grip having turned near bone-crushing every time he tried, but he does manage to get them both into the kitchen on the second day and feed Jason one and half protein bars and a full bottle of water. How they ended up fucking on the kitchen island is somewhat of a mystery, but not one either regrets. It's an effort to get them back to his room after that, but Roy's carried Jason before, and they don't have too much trouble.
When he wakes up that night, he's surrounded by a bunch of lumpy clothes and sheets and covered in at least half. It's the fabric piled on top of him shifting slightly and the tuft of black hair poking out that makes him realize that at some point while he was unconscious, Jason went and built a nest around them, on if you consider the two blankets he managed to wrap tightly around the both of them and hide himself under. Roy's alpha isn't very happy that their omega was able to sneak away while they were asleep, but his heart soars at the thought Jason made a nest for him! And if Jason was the one to wake up with Roy rubbing against him this time, well, that's no one's business but theirs.
The third and last day has Jason more verbal than any of the previous, with him constantly calling out Roy's name and demanding more. There's one mortifying moment where Roy's forced to answer Jason's emergency com, when the hell he got it from his room and tucked it under their pillows he doesn't know, because it kept insistently beeping and Roy could not handle a bat bursting in on them in this state. His erection very nearly dies when the Bat's voice comes through at the same time Jason lets out a whiny 'Roy...' before he can slap a hand over the omega's mouth, and a painful silence on the coms is followed. All Bruce says before cutting the line is, "...I will call back, later... remind Jason of our talk..." And god, Roy doesn't want to know what 'the talk' with the Batman was like, so he pushes the entire interaction far from his mind.
At least the rest of the last day goes fine, with Jason's heat breaking early that night and him being too exhausted for more than letting himself be guided into a warm bath, then eased back into their humble little nest to sleep the past three days off. Roy holds him close the entire night, tight enough that if Jason tried to slip away unnoticed it just wouldn't work. They were going to talk about this and not just pretend it never happened.
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Roy does wake up that morning to Jason attempting to squirm his way out of his arms, but it's halfhearted at best and the blush on his cheeks makes it obvious it's from embarrassment and not actual shame. "Good morning, Jaybird." He hums and the way Jason's entire body goes tense and his face turns red makes him burst out into laughter. Jason slumps against his chest and his entire body goes limp.
"Morning..." He pouts into Roy's shoulder, and they can both feel his heart hammering behind his ribs. Roy runs a hand up to brush messy curls back and his own heart picks up in speed. Jason is beautiful, and he so desperately wants to kiss him. So he does. He cups the younger's jaw, tilts his head up, and connects their lips. Jason goes rigid again, but it only takes a second for him to melt into the kiss. It's awkward, and it's clear after a moment that Jason doesn't really know what he's doing, but it's perfect in it's own way.
"I love you, Jaybird." He mumbles against the omegas lips and the purr that bursts from Jason startles them both. Jason doesn't say it back, but he doesn't need to because Roy knows. He's always known when it comes to his Jaybird, better than anyone. Roy doesn't know how long they lay there like that before he remembers, "ah. Batman said to remind you of your 'talk' by the way." He hums and is knocked in the chin by Jason's hard head for his efforts.
"What!" Jason screeches, and Roy has the honor of watching horror, at the prospect of his mother knowing how he had just spent the last few days, god he was glad Ollie didn't care to check in on him in more than a text, flood his best friend and mates face. Then Jason pales and his eyes dart down to Roy's crotch and then to his own and then to Roy's face. "We didn't... we didn't use protection." and suddenly he wishes that he was a part of Batman's birds and the bees talk.
Jason lets his head fall forward to hide in Roy's chest as he groans. Roy places a hand on the Omega's head and lets out a somewhat disbelieving chuckle: "Tim was right. We're both morons." It doesn't earn him the chuckle he hopes for, but Jason does groan louder and pinch him in the side. It'll be fine! What are the chances? Either way, they'll be fine.
And as if voicing Roy's thoughts, Jason mumbles, "I'm not really fertile anyway... maybe a morning after pill will still work?" and Roy can't help but laugh a bit more genuinely. Then Jason adds, "...we'd make cute babies, right...?" and Roy's heart feels ready to beat out his chest.
He holds Jason just a bit tighter and buries his face in dark curls: "...Yeah... yeah, we definitely would."