Title: Remaining Light
Additional Characters: Tim, Damian
Verse: Space AU
Genre: Sci fi, thriller, romance
Notes: I had started typing this the day after the last one and then something came up. Every single day for like a week! I’ve only just gotten some sit down time with my laptop today and of course the moment I start my mind goes blank and I can’t think of anything. (Apologies in advance! I tried! I did!)
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.
So Dick might’ve been lying about outrunning the other ship to planet. The shuttle had been running on it’s emergency settings when they had investigated it, getting it up to speed took a bit of tinkering and moving of bodies. The last part was more for him than the ship, the sight and smell of the body on the bridge had begun to get to him.
When he hits atmosphere he was grateful for the rumble of the wind against the shuttle. Communications between he and the others had stopped when the two ships drifted too far apart. He slows the shuttle but the rocky terrain under him is coming in too fast. Ships like this were meant for simple quiet landings in docking stations, not for what he was trying to do. He can see the med station ahead and briefly thinks about if the others could see him plummeting to the ground. His fingers absentmindedly trace over the now soft red and purple bite mark at his neck as he blacks out on impact.
Dick’s pretty sure he’s dead. He did just crash into a planet after all so why is he still on the bridge of the ship. He lets out a groan when he moves his limbs, he aches all over and there’s a terrible pounding in his ears.
“If this is death it really stinks.” he says aloud.
The pounding stops then is replaced by another noise. Footsteps? Dick tastes blood in his mouth and a previously unnoticed pain in his forehead. He wipes at his face and comes away with a blood stained hand.
“Nope I’m alive… still really stinks.”
The door of the bridge slides open and the footsteps get louder before stopping next to him. Dick looks up and smiles at the familiar figure in the suit.
“Thought you were gonna beat me.” Jason grins removing his helmet.
“Can’t win ‘em all” Dick says offhandedly.
Jason kneels down and touches Dick’s forehead making him wince, “Bad cut – they have any supplies?”
He sits up and groans again at the pull of his limbs. Nothing feels broken just banged and bruised. He’s on his feet and leaning slightly on Jason’s side as they walk through the shuttles small hallway peering into the rooms for any medical supplies.
“Not that room.” Dick says stepping away from Jason going on to the next room.
“What’s in there?”
They scrounge up what they can in the last room that hasn’t been used by the previous crew. Dick sits on the examination table and stares idly around the room while Jason stitches him. The push and pull of the needle is quick and light, he’s impressed and wonders how much practice Jason’s had. How many scars are under that suit? Dick licks his lips, this is seriously not the time to be thinking about that. Maybe he’d lost more blood than he thought.
When Jason finishes stitching he cleans off Dick’s forehead with a wipe and Dick can’t help but laugh.
“What?” Jason asks eyes narrowed in slight confusion.
“Didn’t know you were a nurse too.”
Jason shrugs, “Not interested in Admiral Brucie bitching me out for leaving you to bleed.”
“Such a softy.” he says grazing his fingers over the bite again and Jason grins smugly.
He takes a step closer to Dick, “Looks like it’s fading.”
“We did get interrupted.” His eyes focusing on the mark.
“There are two bodies next door.” Dick says.
“Don’t have to worry about them busting in then.”
“This is really not the time to-” he starts but Jason’s breath is hot against his neck and everything else dies away in his throat.
He must’ve hit his head really hard to allow himself to let this happen all over again. Jason starts unzipping his suit yanking it roughly down his chest. The sleeves bunch around his arms and wrists, Dick attempts to pull them off completely when Jason pushes him against the table pinning him. The taller man straddles himself over Dick’s hips purposefully grinding as he settles. He leans down letting his lips brush against the bite before blowing softly at it. He’s playing with Dick again and he’s ready to shove him off but he’s stuck, in his own damn suit no less. The bite feels unexpected even though he feels as though he’s been waiting for hours. His hips buck against the others hard and Jason laughs matching the motion. Dick needs out of his suit. Badly.
Dick shifts his arms trying to get loose and growls when he gets nowhere, “Hurry up.”
Jason chuckles and slackens his hold helping Dick pull the suit down until it rests at the top of his hips. He watches as Jason trails his tongue from his collar down to his hips occasionally slipping it under the suit in another awful tease that makes Dick’s hips roll helplessly. There’s a rush of relief and cold when he pulls the suit down those last few inches freeing him. Wet heat envelops him making him shudder. Jason doesn’t bother with the tease here he takes all Dick can give and then some.
He wants more – he wants Jason but his voice and brain aren’t cooperating. Jason untangles himself from Dick’s fingers and leans back with a satisfied smirk. He feels cold again and blinks. It takes him a moment to remember where he is and what they’re supposed to be doing. His jaw tightens reflexively and calms his flailing mind.
Biting back a moan Dick tangles his fingers into Jason’s hair and thrusts lightly to the rhythm of the others mouth. Jason doesn’t stop him, instead becoming hungrier and rougher. Jason takes him in deeper making him gasp, he’s being swallowed whole and he can’t think. There’s only Jason making him twitch and groan, making him crave every next second. Teeth scrape at the underside of his shaft and Dick knows he can’t last any longer like this without pulling Jason’s hair out. His body tightens and he cries out in release spilling himself in the others mouth. Jason drinks him down and the sloppy slurping noises filling the room make Dick shudder again.
“What happened to the ship?” Dick asks.
Jason chuckles and wipes a hand over his mouth, “Back to work – the kids working on it at a nearby outpost. No fuel there and the grounds too rocky to land anywhere near the station. Not that that stopped you apparently.” and Dick smiles at that. “Had to take a cart out here which fucking died on the way here of course.”
“Any word from the station?”
“Not a damn thing which is really fucking encouraging after all this shit.”
Dick’s mind wanders back to the bodies in the other room and his mouth twitches. Jason catches it but before he can say anything Dick sits up and softly pushes the younger man off him. He zips up his suit ignoring the tiniest quiver in his legs and rolls his shoulders. Back to work.