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schizoauthoressTitle: Trust
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R-ish?
Spoilers: none, it's just a crack pairing for Dagger
Warnings: language, bondage, Jason Todd/Connor Hawke pairing
Word Count: 543
Summary: It's a very different kind of 'click hello'.
Trust
Jason shook off the last clinging vestiges of sleep when he heard the *click*. He knew of too many things that were dangerous when they went "click". He tried to bring his arms down, to lift himself up on his elbows, only to feel cool metal dig into his wrists and restrain him. "What the fuck?" Jason growled.
"Good morning." The floorboards squeaked faintly, as they usually did, when Conner moved from the head of the bed. There was a faint *clack* as he set the key to the handcuffs down on the bedside table. He dropped a kiss on Jason's nearest arm and climbed back onto the bed. "I thought we could try something new."
"This shit is not funny, Connor." Jason snarled.
Connor straddled his hips easily, and replied, "It's not supposed to be, Jason."
"Let me go," Jason said harshly.
"I don't have to," Connor pointed out serenely, "you've been trained. You can break out if you want to, given enough time."
"You gonna give me that time?"
"Do you need it?" he asked, tracing a few of the scars on Jason's chest with a fingertip. Involuntarily, Jason shivered, and Connor smiled gently.
"I don't know," Jason growled, too upset by his rude awakening to be swayed by any smiles, "do I?"
"I understand why you don't like this," Connor said, seeming to change the subject. "You've only ever been restrained to be hurt, yes? And you don't trust me not to hurt you."
Jason glared. He didn't want to admit it -- he felt like shit even thinking about it -- but Connor was right. He didn't trust him.
He couldn't trust anyone. He couldn't let himself do it. He had trusted, once -- in Bruce and Alfred and Barbara and Dick, in having a family and in making a difference. And he had paid for that trust in blood and pain, paid for it with his life. And in that moment, stretched out and cuffed to their bed, Jason fought the ugly, awful panic and hated Connor Hawke.
"I'm sorry," Connor said quietly, breaking the silence. He'd been hoping... well, actually, he wasn't entirely sure what he'd been hoping. Perhaps listening to Mia was a bad idea, for all that she sounded so much more sensible than Roy. Intimacy-building trust exercises, indeed. He reached for the key on the bedside table. "This was a bad idea."
"No."
"What?"
"No," Jason swallowed hard. He wasn't being fair. After all, Connor was trying -- in an admittedly fumbly way -- to get him to face his issues. And he knew Connor would never hurt him. He was doing a loving boyfriend thing, and Jason had been pretty interested in bondage before going boom as a teenager. "I can do this."
Connor nodded and kept running his hands along Jason's chest. The other man squirmed a bit, but it took Connor a moment to realize he wasn't actually trying to get free. "Jason?"
"Yes?" Jason huffed.
"You're not trying to get free."
"Wait, I was supposed to?"
They spoke at the same time: "How else are we--?" "Aren't we going to--?"
And Jason sighed deeply. Ah, the perils of having a former monk for a boyfriend. "All right, get the key."
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R-ish?
Spoilers: none, it's just a crack pairing for Dagger
Warnings: language, bondage, Jason Todd/Connor Hawke pairing
Word Count: 543
Summary: It's a very different kind of 'click hello'.
Trust
Jason shook off the last clinging vestiges of sleep when he heard the *click*. He knew of too many things that were dangerous when they went "click". He tried to bring his arms down, to lift himself up on his elbows, only to feel cool metal dig into his wrists and restrain him. "What the fuck?" Jason growled.
"Good morning." The floorboards squeaked faintly, as they usually did, when Conner moved from the head of the bed. There was a faint *clack* as he set the key to the handcuffs down on the bedside table. He dropped a kiss on Jason's nearest arm and climbed back onto the bed. "I thought we could try something new."
"This shit is not funny, Connor." Jason snarled.
Connor straddled his hips easily, and replied, "It's not supposed to be, Jason."
"Let me go," Jason said harshly.
"I don't have to," Connor pointed out serenely, "you've been trained. You can break out if you want to, given enough time."
"You gonna give me that time?"
"Do you need it?" he asked, tracing a few of the scars on Jason's chest with a fingertip. Involuntarily, Jason shivered, and Connor smiled gently.
"I don't know," Jason growled, too upset by his rude awakening to be swayed by any smiles, "do I?"
"I understand why you don't like this," Connor said, seeming to change the subject. "You've only ever been restrained to be hurt, yes? And you don't trust me not to hurt you."
Jason glared. He didn't want to admit it -- he felt like shit even thinking about it -- but Connor was right. He didn't trust him.
He couldn't trust anyone. He couldn't let himself do it. He had trusted, once -- in Bruce and Alfred and Barbara and Dick, in having a family and in making a difference. And he had paid for that trust in blood and pain, paid for it with his life. And in that moment, stretched out and cuffed to their bed, Jason fought the ugly, awful panic and hated Connor Hawke.
"I'm sorry," Connor said quietly, breaking the silence. He'd been hoping... well, actually, he wasn't entirely sure what he'd been hoping. Perhaps listening to Mia was a bad idea, for all that she sounded so much more sensible than Roy. Intimacy-building trust exercises, indeed. He reached for the key on the bedside table. "This was a bad idea."
"No."
"What?"
"No," Jason swallowed hard. He wasn't being fair. After all, Connor was trying -- in an admittedly fumbly way -- to get him to face his issues. And he knew Connor would never hurt him. He was doing a loving boyfriend thing, and Jason had been pretty interested in bondage before going boom as a teenager. "I can do this."
Connor nodded and kept running his hands along Jason's chest. The other man squirmed a bit, but it took Connor a moment to realize he wasn't actually trying to get free. "Jason?"
"Yes?" Jason huffed.
"You're not trying to get free."
"Wait, I was supposed to?"
They spoke at the same time: "How else are we--?" "Aren't we going to--?"
And Jason sighed deeply. Ah, the perils of having a former monk for a boyfriend. "All right, get the key."