[ despite their messed up relationship, even if jason was the nasty smear on dick's golden record, backing dick up comes as natural as breathing. after all, they're in that dirty little lie together. accomplices, even if that's the last thing on his mind when dick drapes himself across their daybed. half naked, damp, and in a pair of thin sweats that are doing them all some favors. despite the drink in his hand and being the proverbial devil on the shoulder in this situation, the whole damn scene has jason's mouth dry.

then dick's head lulls back, inviting jason's eyes back up, pupils blown wide. he has the nerve to make that noise, a deep rumbling hum that shoots right down to jason's belly with a lick of heat. ] Oh, I know how that feels. [ he comments lowly, meaning it in every single way.

he thought he'd gotten over this stupid crush. sizhui was a goddamn dream, more than jason deserved. and then dick had to fucking slink into their apartment, toting the pretty present for his goddamn birthday. messing up jason's life again.

he's outright staring and when sizhui glances back at him, he looks away, damn near spills sizhui's sugary concoction all over their floor. the tone of sizhui's voice leaves no room for jason to feel scolded, not with the mischief laced through it reminding jason that this is mutual. hell, he isn't the one touching on dick, is he?

but he isn't about to reject a chance for a closer view, walking over with a forced air of casual, when he's walking like he's stepping on eggshells. he's swapped the drink into the other hand, sucking a bit of spilled drink off his fingers before it turns sticky.] You know I got my own drink, [ he reminds sizhui like that even matters, his gaze not quiet staying on dick against just yet. lingering around him. ] Drink up, man. It'd be rude to refuse when he's doing you a favor already.