Title: Remaining Light

Pairing: Jason/Dick

Additional Characters: Tim, Damian

Rating: T

Verse: Space AU

Genre: Sci fi, drama, eventual romance

Notes: I finished this and then wanted to face plant into the floor. I don’t know if it’s any good but it’s fun to write either way.

Summary: Pilot Dick Grayson has been teamed up much to his dismay with the rebellious pilot Jason Todd and two others to retrieve research from a medical station on another planet but the mission isn’t as simple as it seems.

Posted so far: Remaining Light Pt 1 & Pt 2 & Pt4 & Pt5

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Dick tries to forget the whole incident but Jason seems keen on not letting him if he’s going by the looks Jason’s been giving him all day. Standing over the computer console on the bridge he could feel eyes on him again and his shoulders tensed. He turns, catching Jason with that damn smirk on his face again.

“What?” he asks, trying not to sound flustered.

“Your shift, but you look fine right there.” Jason stretches out of his chair.

They catch each others eyes a moment before Jason brushes past Dick, bumping his shoulder into the other’s on his way out. Dick flops into the now vacant chair and rubs his temples wearily.

The bridge door slides open and without looking up Dick groans, “Not now Jason.”

“I thought you’d do a better job of not letting him get under your skin.” Tim says, stepping over to the console.

“I’m not – he isn’t.” he exhales , “Any word from Helia-3?”

“Not yet, but supposedly their radio range barely goes past atmosphere. Keeps out possible pirates but makes it a pain for us to get a hold of them before landing.”

“Maybe they’ll have some extra fuel at the station then we can power through the trip back. Get home in half the time.” Dick says, trying to act casual.

“Yea, he’s not getting to you at all.” Tim chuckles.

“Tim-”

The younger man waves a hand, “Right. Nothing’s happening. The eye sex you two were having during lunch totally went unnoticed. Though I think Damian’s going to start taking his meals to the engine room, I really don’t blame him.”

“I – we weren’t – he’s the one who keeps staring at me! I don’t want anything to do with him.” His last sentence unfortunately doesn’t come out as strong as he hoped. The thought that bruises were probably forming under where Jason had grabbed him was really not helping him right now.

Tim turns his head to him raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t even know why the Admiral assigned him with me.” Dick continues, “I’ve worked with other pilots who didn’t spend the most of the mission trying to get into my pants.”

The teen laughs in disbelief, “Are you serious?”

“Well…” he scratches the back on his neck before slipping the hand to his shoulder giving it a small rub, “Just drop it, Tim. OK?”

A few hours later he got up making the excuse to Tim that he needed air. Which, yes, when he thought about where he was didn’t make complete sense but he didn’t really care. He needed to walk the ship maybe go back to his room and clear his head or check the engine room to see if Damian needed anything. He just needed to get his mind working properly again. The fact that he lightened his steps slightly as he passed Jason’s door was out of politeness not out of anxiousness, he didn’t want to wake the other, that’s all. So when he sees the taller man emerge from the engine room down the end of the hall the curse Dick mutters is simply out of the wasted kindness he had just done. At least that’s what he tells himself.

“Shouldn’t you be on the bridge?” Jason asks his eyes on him again.

“Needed to move.” he waits for a snarky quip but when none come he continues to his bedroom.

A hand reaches for his arm as he approaches his door pulling him against Jason’s chest. Dick pushes back but the other man held him in place.

“What’re you doing?” Dick cautiously looks up at Jason.

Jason doesn’t respond instead pulling Dick closer, their lips mere inches from the others causing Dick to involuntarily swallow. The kiss was warm but chaste and unbelievably unfair. Jason kept close but leans back just enough for Dick to understand his game. Dick would have to initiate the next kiss. His choice. The smart decision would be to wait it out until Jason got the idea and left. He wants to go with that choice he really does but the minute Jason begins pulling away Dick’s fingers grip onto Jason’s sweater bringing him back for a deep kiss leaving the two breathless.

“So you were going to your bedroom huh?” Jason says, his lips wandering to Dicks neck.