[ Somehow, Sizhui looks fluidly between elegant and mussed up just enough, hair messy, black dress draping easily over a figure that's both slim and strong. Dick can tell--with a quick once-over that doesn't mean much. He looks up past the doorway to Jason, who's now laughing at him, and steps inside.
He's drenched, black t-shirt clinging and sticking to his torso, black jeans stiff and soaked. He shoves a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face as he steps inside. ]
Hey. [ A subtle smile at Sizhui before he raises a brow at Jason. He hasn't brought anything harder than beer because he doesn't intend to get drunk. He promised to have drinks, not to get wasted. Not with Jason and Sizhui. ] I'll be right back. [ Dick dips into the bathroom right off of the tiny little entrance area, dragging water along with him. Inside, he peels off the shirt and grabs a towel, shivering as he runs it through his hair, down his arms, over what he can dry of his skin. He doesn't think much of being shirtless, that there are old and new scars and a few bruises marred across a toned torso when he steps out again with the towel draped around his neck, hair damp and disheveled. ]
[it takes every ounce of willpower he has to not laugh at jason's remark because of course dick brought beer of all things, but he doesn't hesitate to smile in kind. the door gets shut behind him then sizhui moves to dick's side where the alcohol is, he plucks it from his hand, gives the man a once-over in his wet t-shirt before immediately making a beeline toward the fridge.] Beer will be fine, [comes the playfully insistent tease directed jason's way.]
We can drink it later if anything. [with the beer put away, he plucks out three waterbottles each, lines them up along the counter, nudges the closest one against jason's elbow.] And don't forget to drink one of these, too.
[his attention flickers toward dick the moment he emerges from the bathroom asking about pants. sizhui's eyes widen when he realizes dick's shirtless, mouth momentarily falling open while he looks him over a second time (longer even, since for whatever reason, he all of a sudden wants to know exactly how dick got those bruises and scars).
pants, he remembers belatedly, shaking his head and doing a neat heel-turn toward the bedroom.] Jason does! [he offers without genuine consideration, though that should distract from how he himself was staring and offer up the new idea of dick, quite literally, being in jason's pants.]
[ while dick ducked into the bathroom to dry, jason did the responsible thing and dragged the mop out to clean up the trail dick left with the heaviest sigh possible. he only rolled his eyes a little at the water bottle sizhui fussed him into, but sizhui's cute like that. only agreeing with a reluctant, 'yeah, yeah' that means it might happen.
but then dick comes back out. jason's seen him shirtless before, unfortunately, so the phenomenon isn't new. it sure is for sizhui though and jason snorts at the way his mouth hangs open a little and he fucking stares. he would be upset if he didn't understand so well. dick's gorgeous on a regular day; messy hair, wet, and shirtless? he's a total heartbreaker. ]
Cute. [jason says as he leans against the mop, watching hilariously as sizhui bolts back to their bedrom. well, torn between watching that and checking dick out. but that is something he'd rather swallow his tongue than get caught doing, though. the last thing he needs dick to know is about his age old crush. when sizhui ditches him with wet, shirtless and attractive, jason gets busy so he can't do more than sneak glances. shouldn't be interested in asking about the new scars and fresh bruises.
he tucks the mop back into its corner of the kitchen before going for the water sizhui left out for him. he takes a sip from it, smirking around it before teasing, ] Change pants out here and he might be ready to sign up for the fanclub.
[ Jason has pants. Maybe they'd fit him better than Sizhui's. DIck doesn't shrink away in the face of all the staring, Dick just gives Sizhui a small nod as he darts away for pants. That's kind of cute, honestly, and from what he knows of Sizhui, he's both subtle yet incredibly steady. He guesses it's not surprising, if Sizhui has to be with someone like Jason.
The staring isn't nothing new, being looked at. He's aware of what he looks like, but doesn't ever intend to use it to any real end. It's not a bit deal. There's just no point hiding out in the bathroom when he needs pants.
Jason's not really looking at him, focusing on mopping up the water he drags across the floor. He mumbles an apology under his breath before Jason really looks at him. Even that's probably because he's wet and looks ridiculous. He's got new scars, too. Most of his other teammates would be comfortable enough to ask, but he knows Jason wouldn't. However, at least Jason's coming off as--easy-going, at least. Dick gives a quiet laugh, looking down and shaking his head once before meeting Jason's eyes again. ]
He's young. He's already tipsy. Can you blame him? [ He'll just avoid thinking about that phone conversation, avoid the fact that he had very certainly reacted to that phone conversation about Jason. His hand comes to dry off his hair a little more with the towel. ]
[jason's ‘cute’ remark lingers with him the whole way to their bedroom and even as he kneels down, but while rummaging through the bottom drawer, it dawns on him to perhaps focus on what's happening around him rather than just that (or the possibility he'll be in the hot seat for staring). he finds the dark grey, almost black sweats without much trouble, takes his time folding them over and over in his hands then gently slides the drawer back into place. once he's upright again, the pants get clutched to his chest, breath exhaling in a slow, deliberate sigh as he dawdles just behind the curtain.
“he's young,” and “already tipsy,” are initially what make sizhui's ears flare with embarrassment; slowing down isn't the worst idea, let's be real, because gods forbid he do something he might regret later— nope, certainly not thinking about that right now! a vigorous head-shake, like doing so might eject his thoughts then sizhui squares his shoulders, heads back toward the kitchen, hoping he looks as plucky as he feels. (which actually isn't too bad? credit where credit is due, too: dick did ask, “can you blame him?” after all.)]
Sorry, sorry! [sizhui pipes, maybe somewhat higher than he means, though he manages smiling anyway while offering dick the sweatpants.] I got distracted for a moment. [by what won't come so easily. this time, he keeps his attention on the floor, waits until his hands are emptied and darts toward jason and his drink he'd abandoned afterward.] Ah, you... you cleaned up the water!
[surprised, but pleasantly so whenever he realizes his feet aren't wet. he tips back what remains in the glass, sets it aside, dabs his lips with his knuckles and leans to peck jason right against his temple.] Thank you, tiánxīn. [then he withdraws again, remembering too-well how jason had felt about his pda the last time they were all three in the same room.]
[the staring is certainly because dick is wet but a lot less because he looks ridiculous. stupidly attractive. it isn't even fair.
it's too easy to start bristling up like an angry alleycat with dick, but he's trying to be good for sizhui. trying to have some faith in the shit that sizhui tells him. dick is unfailingly confident standing there, brushing off sizhui's flustered staring with a can you blame him?
jason snorts and sure as hell takes that as his cue to look away. dick doesn't know the half of it. why the fuck would he blame sizhui when he's doing the same damn thing?
lucky him, sizhui is quick getting back, coming back with his ears flushed and his voice high, both of which have nothing to do with the alcohol. still cute. he hands off a pair of sweats to dick and jason's sure they'll fit him. they're large on him.
he definitely doesn't puff a little under the little praise, but he does nearly fluster under the peck, the doting pet name. sizhui's too damn sweet and doesn't cover it up much for company, least of all when he's got a couple drinks in him.] Not a big deal, baby. [he says, something of a mumble. a hand settles on the small of sizhui's back.] Did you wanna make Dick one of your drinks?
Thanks. [ Dick takes the sweats offered to him with a smile, brushing off the apology, though his eyes do linger for a second long when Sizhui gives Jason a kiss. There’s something about seeing Jason in such a role, with someone so soft and affectionate, that casts a different light onto Jason. There’s no better way to describe what he knows of Sizhui than cute, and seeing the two of them together calls back the vivid imagery Sizhui had described to him. A first time.
Dick looks away from the sweet display, turning on his heels to step back into the bathroom. He hears something about making him a drink, but he brought drinks, hadn’t he? Beer. Despite Jason’s suggestion, he’s got enough decency not to change in front of the two of them. Obviously. It’s not that he’s at all shy, but more that he doesn’t want to fuel whatever’s going on, not only on Sizhui and Jason’s side, but on his own side as well. The thoughts that are starting to surface aren’t appropriate.
He’s here for drinks, and only drinks. He drapes his wet clothing on a towel rack in the bathroom as he strips it all off. A spot on his ribs is still very sore, and he winces a bit as he tugs Jason’s sweats on. They’re so soft, and he spends a half minute staring at himself in the mirror. The sweats fit nicely, and he’s not going to share the fact that it’s not all that strange for him to be wearing sweats without underwear. Replacing the damp towel with a dry one around his neck, he’s comfortable enough to step out after a shallow sigh. ]
It wasn’t supposed to rain tonight. [ Did he check? No. ] Sizhui, thanks, I’m good with beer. [ Despite how hard it is to say no. ]
[dick's watching them (why not? there isn't any harm in it), sizhui knows he is, and he can't help glancing toward the man from where he's standing beside jason, arms tucked behind him with a wide grin brightening his expression. waiting patiently for dick to proceed, he leans against the other boy's side, warm and pliant underneath jason's hand at the small of his back, eyelashes fluttering somewhat dreamily.
ultimately, dick does go into the bathroom again and jason's question dawns on him, has his posture straightening.] Great idea! [if dick dislikes the drink or doesn't want it, guess that means sizhui's playing fallback. nothing new, really, he's finished his friends' drinks before.]
Help me? [comes the soft request. in an extra urgent move, he reaches for jason's hand, twists toward the nearby countertop. sizhui's glass he'd been using gets plucked up, placed between jason's hands then angled just right, this way he can use what little light is above them to see better. then he's pulling watermelon liquor from the freezer, setting it aside, leaning into the fridge afterward for what remains of his blended lemonade concoction. as long as jason has stayed put and continues doing so, it takes a few quick movements, but sizhui gets it together, is tucking another straw into the cup right when dick exits the bathroom in his sweatpants, still quite shirtless. yet again, his eyes are on the marks littering dick's body, although his features are softened with more concern.]
Doesn't sound like it's going to let up anytime soon. [which means he's got time; he'll at least convince dick to try the drink at some point. he gingerly hooks jason's elbow, takes the glass from his hands, encouragingly rubs his fingertips across his forearm, eyes widening with realization.] Jason, Jason...! Should I show him what I can do? [he wiggles his fingers, figuring that should be enough since jason knows exactly how his magic works, gaze darting upward to dick.] You'll like it, I promise.
[ 'help' is really a debatable description of what jason does when he gives into the little tug on his hand and follows sizhui into the kitchen. while sizhui sets about collecting and combining what he wants, jason stays next to him, leaned against the counter and behaving for all a few seconds before his hands creep onto sizhui's waist and he's behind sizhui, hooking his chin over sizhui's shoulder and watching.
his eyes jump up from the drink mixing when dick comes back out. still shirtless, of course, but now wearing jason's sweatpants. undoubtedly his clothes have been put out to dry in the bathroom, probably dripping in the tub.
dick's not as wet anymore, but still just damp enough that it draws jason's eyes more than it goddamn should. he thinks dick looks good in them. it's telling how loose they are on him when they fit dick so damn well. it's a good look on him.]
I'll drink it if he won't, babe. [jason says, a little bit of bait in it. sizhui fixed the drink for dick.
a brow picks up when sizhui gets a little extra excited, malleable under sizhui's hands. moving to stand next to him, giving him a long doubtful look. too distracted to be thinking enough to pick up the obvious hints. he glances back to dick.] Knock your socks off. He's stuck here with us.
[ Jason’s baiting him, and it’s been so long that Dick almost forgot that it was a habit of his. He doesn’t miss the synchronized drag of both sets of eyes up his body and he really should have asked for a shirt as well. It’s not that he minds much, and he’d be lying if he tried to insist that he didn’t feel the shift in the air. It’s friendly, right? They’re all just trying to get to know each other, to patch up what’s wrong. At least Jason doesn’t seem to be all up in arms anymore.
And no, he’s not drinking that sugary thing.
Dick raises a brow when Sizhui talks about showing him something. ]
I’m not stuck here. [ Important correction. ] I’m choosing to stay here. What are you talking about, Sizhui.
[the provocation is quite obvious; sizhui has to bite his lip to keep from actually saying something. (or worse: smiling when he shouldn't.) he catches jason's dubious look, lets himself smirk at the response he gets, especially considering the way he words it— which dick is, predictably, quick to correct and sizhui's smile widens the faintest bit. briefly whispered against his boyfriend's ear,] Likely not as impressive as you, [then he affectionately nudges jason's cheek before withdrawing, handing him the drink and flexing his fingers a few times.] I'm going to do my best, though.
[disregarding his short stature, sizhui bridges the distance between them and dick with little to no effort despite his inebriation, leaving a respectable arms-length between, left hand shyly raised.] Your injuries, [he (finally!) acknowledges, glancing from his now blue-tinged fingertips back to dick.]
I could heal them for you. [a moment's hesitation] As long as you're okay with it?
[the 'correction' is just dick being petty and jason doesn't hesitate to roll his eyes, only bites his tongue because sizhui crowds up against an ear, whispering and pulling a snort and a smirk out of him. he takes the drink and the flattery, giving sizhui a small push, encouraging him.
he sips sizhui's drink while he watches shit unfold. funny how his brain catches up real quick when he pays attention to what's being said as much as he is to what dick isn't wearing. it sure as fuck is impressive.
and cute how serious sizhui looks considering how tipsy he is.]
I've got some neat tricks with my hands, [jason snarks, smirk firmly rooted in his childish innuendo,] —but Sizhui's hands are golden. Try 'em out.
[ That takes a second too long to process, and confusion, then disbelief flits across his features as he looks from Sizhui to Jason then back again. Healing? He hadn’t even expected Sizhui to think much of the bruises and half-healed scars on his body. ]
You’re…?[ A question that drifts off about Sizhui’s powers. It should come as no surprise that Jason’s boyfriend possesses abilities of some sort. Their lifestyles and histories don’t accommodate ordinary people. The curiosity is easily buried beneath a sense of bewilderment that this is actually happening.
Sizhui is offering to put his hands on him, when he’s wearing nothing but a pair of Jason’s sweats, still damp from the pelting rain he can still hear outside. They’re having drinks—Sizhui’s already tipsy, and yet Jason, who he had been convinced was dead a few weeks ago, is suddenly encouraging it all. He’s not oblivious or naive enough to miss the signals.
But he’s not cynical enough to think this was planned somehow. He’s also not above seeing what happens. ]
Okay. [ Dick takes a last second for wariness before he’s dipping his head and shrugging the towel off. He crosses the small space to the chaise and drapes the towel on its back. ]
It’s nothing major. Some sparring got out of hand. [ He knows that Jason would know better. It’s no sparring injury. Dick lifts an arm and twists, mouth pressing tight as he breathes through the pinch and reveals a long, sharp wound. The stitches have recently been taken out but the gash running the length of his ribs to his waist has been healing slowly. ]
[helping someone who isn't a cultivator takes more time and energy, which'll be worth it in the end if the process eases any pain dick has. whatever little bit of his wound hasn't healed will at least recover somewhat faster too and it won't ache nearly as bad.]
Yes, I have magical abilities. [to put it simply, anyway. explaining cultivation is harder than he'd like to admit sometimes, so calling it ‘magic’ and leaving it at that usually proves to be the best idea.
jason's nudge of encouragement should've maybe had him questioning what he's about to do; it's not so much he has to put his hands on dick, but he's planning on it, especially given the physical go-ahead from his boyfriend who seems like he's doing just fine sipping away on that drink while watching all this unfold. there is the briefest moment where his and dick's call from some time ago flitters through his thoughts, has his throat tightening, makes the flush tinting his ears start moving down his neck and across his collarbone—
then dick agrees despite the uncertainty, heads toward their little daybed, so sizhui exhales and follows after. he waits patiently a respectable distance away, glancing jason's way then back, eyes immediately widening when dick lifts an arm, turns to reveal an injury that's healing, albeit slowly. whatever happened for real, sizhui's not bothering to question it right away,] Hold still, okay? [he urges while stepping closer, firm yet gentle, expression bordering on desperate.] That looks absolutely awful! How did you even—? [it doesn't matter, you shouldn't question what isn't your business.] ...wait, no, nevermind.
[he shakes his head and with the utmost care, reaches out, drifts the glowing hand over where the wound starts on dick's waist. beneath his touch, skin will start mending, bruising will fade, coupled with a warm, tingling sensation as he steadily moves upward.]
[ considering the company they keep, him and dick have a large capacity for belief in weird shit. 'magical abilities' just helps sizhui fit right in. wrong place in the multiverse and history, with a cherry on top. go big or go home.
all the time he's spent sneaking glances after dick, jason doesn't have a problem recognizing the way sizhui looks at dick. he isn't blaming anyone for staring at dick, least of all when he's been looking himself. he can't help having goddamn eyes. the palpable tension, though, that part is interesting. it's never been like that with him and dick, so he can't help wondering what kind of chats these two have been having on the phone. and why he wasn't invited.
dumb question, he knows.
jason knows he never had a chance with dick, so he's perfectly chill with watching what goes down over the brim of sizhui's glass. he'll take what he can get.
'sparring,' right. he does his best not to snort at the excuse, easier to do when dick offers up what must have been a nasty looking wound before, like someone tried to carve him up.] He's got a couple real volatile friends, you know. [jason adds when sizhui starts to question it; who the fuck wouldn't when it looks like someone went after dick to kill him?
more importantly, jason watches with rapt attention as sizhui does his thing, totally not sexual. the glowing is a good sign he's working, jason knows firsthand. he cocks a brow.] Feeling the magic yet?
[a lot less terrifying than the shit rachel does, but sizhui's damn near sainthood. rachel'd probably start burning if she was in the same room as sizhui, probably burst into flames if she stepped into a damn church.]
[ Magical abilities. Sizhui doesn’t explain further than that, although Dick already knows he’ll eventually be asking. When Sizhui almost wants elaboration for his wound, Dick internally winces, but thankfully, it’s all brushed away as Sizhui graciously lets it go.
Not to mention that Jason backs him up. A curious glance is cast Jason’s way as he bends his other arm and props it onto the back of the daybed. He’s more supported like this, although it doesn’t do much for the suggestive position of practically lounging half naked in front of Sizhui.
Now, he’s no longer sure if he’s glad Jason’s here, watching. Raptly. Eyes focused on him and Sizhui like he knows there’s more going on here than just simple healing. If Dick were to tell himself it’s really just about the wound, he’d be lying.
Especially when his head lulls back and his eyes slide shut at the feeling over the wound. It starts off as warmth and then is coupled with a tingling sensation. He’s always had such sensitive sides, and getting wounded at such an active part of his body is never pleasant. Sizhui’s hand feels heavenly, lifting pain in their wake and replacing it with something he—really shouldn’t be getting turned on by.
Except he can’t help the way his breath catches on a deep, throaty hum when warm tingling replaces the tension at his side. ]
Yea. 'm feeling it. [ Trying to use words and answering Jason's question instead of making any more embarrassing noises. ]
[gifted and magically displaced sounds about right for sizhui; he was different back in his homeworld in certain ways too, it only makes sense for him to be the same here.
realizing jason's aware that this sort of injury is just a normal, every day occurrence doesn't make him feel any less worried, either.] A friend did this? [soft and under his breath for the most part. absolutely not, there's no way someone dick's supposed to be on good terms with did such a thing! ...is there? if so then why and what made him deserve someone trying to tear him apart?
he isn't totally oblivious to the tension either, but his attention has been focused elsewhere, concentration and energy poured into fixing what's leftover from dick's wound. bad as it looks, sizhui can only imagine how it feels, and the longer he considers, the more qi he channels in a desperate attempt at easing any pain dick might still have. his fingertips drift slowly up dick's side, dragging deliberately over each rib until they reach the end of the cut where new, pinkish skin has already formed from being held together by stitches. then he moves back down to start the process all over again, gaze lifting upward after dick tilts his head and shuts his eyes.
this surely looks suggestive enough, the two standing here, both of sizhui's hands shifting between them, even if the one not doing any healing at the moment is just tapping an absentminded rhythm against dick's sternum.
dick wouldn't have needed to say anything after a noise like that, it's plenty, but following it, he momentarily casts a glance over his shoulder toward jason, motions with the slightest tip of his head.] Are you getting attached to that drink, Jay? If not, you should bring it over here. [he turns back, unable to keep from smiling, wholeheartedly earnest despite the tinge of mischief.] I think Dick needs something to, ah, occupy himself with.
And Dick, you can sit since that might be easier. [his hands withdraw, left gesturing toward the sofa, the opposite motioning downward at where he himself will move next.] I could sit next to you or kneel at your side? Whichever is easiest.
[ 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.
[ It unfolds like dominoes—one thing to the next. He stretches out on the daybed when Sizhui asks him to and then reaches out for the drink when Jason holds it out to him. It looks sugary and is as delicious as it seems when he takes a sip. It’s true, it’d be rude for him to turn it down when Sizhui is already at his side, knitting together the gash.
And it’d be a simple thing had the tension in the air not been palpable. If he wasn’t acutely aware of the way he couldn’t stop watching when Jason’s tongue comes and swipes the wetness off his own fingers. Or if he wasn’t thinking about the way Jason’s gaze traces around him, like he wants to see all of him.
He’s not even drunk.
After staring at Jason for a little too long, he closes his eyes, letting himself focus on the way Sizui’s hands drift over his skin. One leg is bent across the width of the daybed, the other stretched out in front of him as he half-props himself on the back. A breath sighs out again as a shiver runs up his spine. Though there’s tension in the air, the tension in his side relaxes under the sensation.
Is this really what Jason feels when he’s with Sizhui?
Dark lashes flutter as Dick looks at Sizhui, gaze lidded in his relaxation. It’s a relief as the pain ebbs away and it’s with a mix of fascination and gratefulness that he reaches out to edge a hand underneath Sizhui’s, letting his fingers drift over a soft, tingly palm. ]
[meanwhile, they haven't even gotten to the best part of it yet. watching dick stretch out though is a sight in and of itself; sizhui can't look away, aside from the partial half-glance he gives jason once his boyfriend comes to hand over the drink, which dick doesn't hesitate to drink from. his grin could almost rival the cheshire cat's whenever he does, the hand he's using for healing still gingerly working over dick's side, warm and steady.]
I know you do, [he confirms toward both of jason's statements, gaze lingering blatantly on those fingers after he's licked them clean. although it takes all his willpower to do so, he redirects his attention, hooded eyes considering how the older male's stretched across the couch.
perhaps he shouldn't, sizhui's taken things too far in one sense already, but the way dick's positioned alongside jay's staring really only spurs on the bad ideas.
imagine his surprise, however, when dick slides a hand underneath his, makes his breath catch by ghosting fingers across his palm.] Magic, [comes the simple answer and while he does, caution is thrown straight to the wind; he moves their hands until his fingers dip into the spaces between dick's, squeezes gingerly then sizhui balances a knee on the edge of the sofa, swings the other leg over dick's waist and straddles him with relative ease.] Back in my world, I'm what's called a ‘cultivator.’
To put it simply— [a moment's hesitation, long enough for his free hand to lift so he can turn toward jason again, coax him closer by crooking his fingers, a soft, breathy giggle following shortly afterward.] I'm what might be considered a wizard here in this world.
[ he doesn't anticipate the attention, but he'd be a liar if he said he didn't notice the long drawn out looks from dick and sizhui both. it's tempting to do more than just lick the sugary drink from his fingers, tempting to suck lewdly just because dick's looking -- but he doesn't. still thinks that dick would rather see sizhui doing something like that, and who could blame him? jason knows he's got a good mouth, but sizhui's got a face like a doll and he bets dick likes him more, anyway.
dick alone on their daybed was a pretty sight, but when sizhui gracefully straddles dick's lap like it was an invitation -- that's goddamn perfect. jason's gonna be seeing that in his dreams, for sure. the way sizhui is giving dick his bedroom eyes, jason isn't the only one thinking naughty thoughts.
he doesn't even know how sizhui manages to explain things as good as he does, because jason is thoroughly distracted. he doesn't need more reason to give in to the soft crook of sizhui's fingers, feet following the call before his brain even catches up, too busy staring. one hand slides into sizhui's hair, easy, familiar before settling on the back of sizhui's neck.] You hear that? He's a wizard, Harry.
[ joking, but jason wets his own lips, smirking with a cocked brow as he reaches forward to boldly dip a finger in dick's new drink.] He's real good with a wand, you know. Gonna give Harry a run for his money. [ and rather than bring his dripping fingers to his own mouth, he brings them right up to sizhui's.]
[ Magic, cultivar, wizard, all concepts that don’t find much purchase in Dick’s mind right now because Sizhui is straddling him, parting toned thighs over him, settling warm in his lap before he gestures for Jason to come closer. So they’re really doing this. This is now past the point of suggestive and deep in the territory of actually doing this and Dick can’t say he actually minds.
Jason comes close and Dick’s gaze slides up from where he’d been appreciating Sizhui in his lap to the finger that dips in his drink. ]
Yeah? A wand? [ There’s only one kind of wand he’s thinking when Jason’s fingers reach towards Sizhui’s mouth. The wide martini glass in his hand tips as he props himself up, all too entranced at the scene unfolding right in his lap. He’s not even drunk enough to justify the way the glass tips with his movement, the way he’s all too unaware of the liquid reaching too close to the lip of the glass.
He brings it to his mouth to take a sip, lower lip getting caught on his teeth as he barely tastes the drink. There's that distinct pool of heat starting in his lower belly as his fingers fold between Sizhui's. ] Does it taste better when it’s on Jason?
[had jason done what he'd been tempted to, there's a likely chance both sizhui and dick wouldn't be able to look away from him. he needs to give himself more credit; after all, they're both watching him now as he draws closer and the moment a hand finds his hair, sizhui's practically putty in jason's hands. gods, it's already so much, it's a wonder he doesn't lose it right there— but then jason's hand finds his nape, earning a breathless, shaking sigh and a faint roll of his hips against dick's.
if he'd known more about the joke between them, he very well would've laughed because it is funny, although he does smile anyhow despite not quite understanding.
his gaze flickers from where jason dips his fingers into dick's drink, to the digits resting near his mouth at the moment then fleetingly back to dick, considering the question. rather than answer, however, he grins wider and turns again, opens his mouth to catch some sticky alcoholic drops before taking the fingers in with a needy-sounding groan, his own cinching firmer around dick's once their hands are more properly interlocked.
even if he can't answer verbally, that doesn't mean he won't answer at all. instead, sizhui makes a show out of it, takes jason's fingers deeper, purses his lips and sucks like it's his dick in his mouth rather than just a couple digits. he does manage the slightest nod though, avoiding letting his teeth press too hard while he grinds against dick's lap again.]
[ all the shit that's happened in his life right down to batman and ancient china, this is most unbelievable thing to happen to him. he's nothing but super aware of the faint little roll of sizhui's hips in dick's lap. when sizhui's lips wrap around his fingers, making the biggest lewdest show of it... jason's pretty sure he's going to wake up in his bed with a furious boner if he hasn't creamed his shorts by then.
and then sizhui groans, tries to deepthroat jason's fingers, and shamelessly grinds against dick's lap. jason doesn't know what he's done to deserve such a treat. he bites down on his own lip, gaze locked on sizhui's mouth. holy hell, sizhui's amazing.
jason's hand lingers on the nape of his neck, idly rubbing there while he can't help murmuring a little praise. ] Doesn't he have a great mouth?
[ he pulls his fingers slowly from sizhui's mouth, gaze slowly flitting back to dick, a brow rising in challenge. ] My mouth isn't too bad either.
[ If his dick wasn’t already interested, it certainly is now, with the first subtle tilt of Sizhui’s hips into his, pulling out a low, quiet groan that’s more breath than sound. He’s so drawn in by the sight of Jason’s fingers sliding into Sizhui’s mouth, deeper and deeper, plush, soft looking lips wrapped around them as if they were something else. Jason asks a question and Dick’s turning his head before his gaze actually lifts, reluctantly looking away.
He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouth’s parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jason’s fingers slowly tug out of Sizhui’s mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And he’s right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldn’t be—Fuck[ Surprised doesn’t make it out. Between holding Sizhui’s hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhui’s collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches it—fast reflexes never failing even when he’s in the wildest situation ever.
But it’s a challenge. Jason’s a challenge, and he’s never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesn’t pay attention to. Then, he’s reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jason’s shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jason’s. ]
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He's drenched, black t-shirt clinging and sticking to his torso, black jeans stiff and soaked. He shoves a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face as he steps inside. ]
Hey. [ A subtle smile at Sizhui before he raises a brow at Jason. He hasn't brought anything harder than beer because he doesn't intend to get drunk. He promised to have drinks, not to get wasted. Not with Jason and Sizhui. ] I'll be right back. [ Dick dips into the bathroom right off of the tiny little entrance area, dragging water along with him. Inside, he peels off the shirt and grabs a towel, shivering as he runs it through his hair, down his arms, over what he can dry of his skin. He doesn't think much of being shirtless, that there are old and new scars and a few bruises marred across a toned torso when he steps out again with the towel draped around his neck, hair damp and disheveled. ]
Either of you have a pair of pants?
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We can drink it later if anything. [with the beer put away, he plucks out three waterbottles each, lines them up along the counter, nudges the closest one against jason's elbow.] And don't forget to drink one of these, too.
[his attention flickers toward dick the moment he emerges from the bathroom asking about pants. sizhui's eyes widen when he realizes dick's shirtless, mouth momentarily falling open while he looks him over a second time (longer even, since for whatever reason, he all of a sudden wants to know exactly how dick got those bruises and scars).
pants, he remembers belatedly, shaking his head and doing a neat heel-turn toward the bedroom.] Jason does! [he offers without genuine consideration, though that should distract from how he himself was staring and offer up the new idea of dick, quite literally, being in jason's pants.]
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but then dick comes back out. jason's seen him shirtless before, unfortunately, so the phenomenon isn't new. it sure is for sizhui though and jason snorts at the way his mouth hangs open a little and he fucking stares. he would be upset if he didn't understand so well. dick's gorgeous on a regular day; messy hair, wet, and shirtless? he's a total heartbreaker. ]
Cute. [jason says as he leans against the mop, watching hilariously as sizhui bolts back to their bedrom. well, torn between watching that and checking dick out. but that is something he'd rather swallow his tongue than get caught doing, though. the last thing he needs dick to know is about his age old crush. when sizhui ditches him with wet, shirtless and attractive, jason gets busy so he can't do more than sneak glances. shouldn't be interested in asking about the new scars and fresh bruises.
he tucks the mop back into its corner of the kitchen before going for the water sizhui left out for him. he takes a sip from it, smirking around it before teasing, ] Change pants out here and he might be ready to sign up for the fanclub.
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The staring isn't nothing new, being looked at. He's aware of what he looks like, but doesn't ever intend to use it to any real end. It's not a bit deal. There's just no point hiding out in the bathroom when he needs pants.
Jason's not really looking at him, focusing on mopping up the water he drags across the floor. He mumbles an apology under his breath before Jason really looks at him. Even that's probably because he's wet and looks ridiculous. He's got new scars, too. Most of his other teammates would be comfortable enough to ask, but he knows Jason wouldn't. However, at least Jason's coming off as--easy-going, at least. Dick gives a quiet laugh, looking down and shaking his head once before meeting Jason's eyes again. ]
He's young. He's already tipsy. Can you blame him? [ He'll just avoid thinking about that phone conversation, avoid the fact that he had very certainly reacted to that phone conversation about Jason. His hand comes to dry off his hair a little more with the towel. ]
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“he's young,” and “already tipsy,” are initially what make sizhui's ears flare with embarrassment; slowing down isn't the worst idea, let's be real, because gods forbid he do something he might regret later— nope, certainly not thinking about that right now! a vigorous head-shake, like doing so might eject his thoughts then sizhui squares his shoulders, heads back toward the kitchen, hoping he looks as plucky as he feels. (which actually isn't too bad? credit where credit is due, too: dick did ask, “can you blame him?” after all.)]
Sorry, sorry! [sizhui pipes, maybe somewhat higher than he means, though he manages smiling anyway while offering dick the sweatpants.] I got distracted for a moment. [by what won't come so easily. this time, he keeps his attention on the floor, waits until his hands are emptied and darts toward jason and his drink he'd abandoned afterward.] Ah, you... you cleaned up the water!
[surprised, but pleasantly so whenever he realizes his feet aren't wet. he tips back what remains in the glass, sets it aside, dabs his lips with his knuckles and leans to peck jason right against his temple.] Thank you, tiánxīn. [then he withdraws again, remembering too-well how jason had felt about his pda the last time they were all three in the same room.]
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it's too easy to start bristling up like an angry alleycat with dick, but he's trying to be good for sizhui. trying to have some faith in the shit that sizhui tells him. dick is unfailingly confident standing there, brushing off sizhui's flustered staring with a can you blame him?
jason snorts and sure as hell takes that as his cue to look away. dick doesn't know the half of it. why the fuck would he blame sizhui when he's doing the same damn thing?
lucky him, sizhui is quick getting back, coming back with his ears flushed and his voice high, both of which have nothing to do with the alcohol. still cute. he hands off a pair of sweats to dick and jason's sure they'll fit him. they're large on him.
he definitely doesn't puff a little under the little praise, but he does nearly fluster under the peck, the doting pet name. sizhui's too damn sweet and doesn't cover it up much for company, least of all when he's got a couple drinks in him.] Not a big deal, baby. [he says, something of a mumble. a hand settles on the small of sizhui's back.] Did you wanna make Dick one of your drinks?
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Dick looks away from the sweet display, turning on his heels to step back into the bathroom. He hears something about making him a drink, but he brought drinks, hadn’t he? Beer. Despite Jason’s suggestion, he’s got enough decency not to change in front of the two of them. Obviously. It’s not that he’s at all shy, but more that he doesn’t want to fuel whatever’s going on, not only on Sizhui and Jason’s side, but on his own side as well. The thoughts that are starting to surface aren’t appropriate.
He’s here for drinks, and only drinks. He drapes his wet clothing on a towel rack in the bathroom as he strips it all off. A spot on his ribs is still very sore, and he winces a bit as he tugs Jason’s sweats on. They’re so soft, and he spends a half minute staring at himself in the mirror. The sweats fit nicely, and he’s not going to share the fact that it’s not all that strange for him to be wearing sweats without underwear. Replacing the damp towel with a dry one around his neck, he’s comfortable enough to step out after a shallow sigh. ]
It wasn’t supposed to rain tonight. [ Did he check? No. ] Sizhui, thanks, I’m good with beer. [ Despite how hard it is to say no. ]
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ultimately, dick does go into the bathroom again and jason's question dawns on him, has his posture straightening.] Great idea! [if dick dislikes the drink or doesn't want it, guess that means sizhui's playing fallback. nothing new, really, he's finished his friends' drinks before.]
Help me? [comes the soft request. in an extra urgent move, he reaches for jason's hand, twists toward the nearby countertop. sizhui's glass he'd been using gets plucked up, placed between jason's hands then angled just right, this way he can use what little light is above them to see better. then he's pulling watermelon liquor from the freezer, setting it aside, leaning into the fridge afterward for what remains of his blended lemonade concoction. as long as jason has stayed put and continues doing so, it takes a few quick movements, but sizhui gets it together, is tucking another straw into the cup right when dick exits the bathroom in his sweatpants, still quite shirtless. yet again, his eyes are on the marks littering dick's body, although his features are softened with more concern.]
Doesn't sound like it's going to let up anytime soon. [which means he's got time; he'll at least convince dick to try the drink at some point. he gingerly hooks jason's elbow, takes the glass from his hands, encouragingly rubs his fingertips across his forearm, eyes widening with realization.] Jason, Jason...! Should I show him what I can do? [he wiggles his fingers, figuring that should be enough since jason knows exactly how his magic works, gaze darting upward to dick.] You'll like it, I promise.
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his eyes jump up from the drink mixing when dick comes back out. still shirtless, of course, but now wearing jason's sweatpants. undoubtedly his clothes have been put out to dry in the bathroom, probably dripping in the tub.
dick's not as wet anymore, but still just damp enough that it draws jason's eyes more than it goddamn should. he thinks dick looks good in them. it's telling how loose they are on him when they fit dick so damn well. it's a good look on him.]
I'll drink it if he won't, babe. [jason says, a little bit of bait in it. sizhui fixed the drink for dick.
a brow picks up when sizhui gets a little extra excited, malleable under sizhui's hands. moving to stand next to him, giving him a long doubtful look. too distracted to be thinking enough to pick up the obvious hints. he glances back to dick.] Knock your socks off. He's stuck here with us.
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And no, he’s not drinking that sugary thing.
Dick raises a brow when Sizhui talks about showing him something. ]
I’m not stuck here. [ Important correction. ] I’m choosing to stay here. What are you talking about, Sizhui.
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[disregarding his short stature, sizhui bridges the distance between them and dick with little to no effort despite his inebriation, leaving a respectable arms-length between, left hand shyly raised.] Your injuries, [he (finally!) acknowledges, glancing from his now blue-tinged fingertips back to dick.]
I could heal them for you. [a moment's hesitation] As long as you're okay with it?
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he sips sizhui's drink while he watches shit unfold. funny how his brain catches up real quick when he pays attention to what's being said as much as he is to what dick isn't wearing. it sure as fuck is impressive.
and cute how serious sizhui looks considering how tipsy he is.]
I've got some neat tricks with my hands, [jason snarks, smirk firmly rooted in his childish innuendo,] —but Sizhui's hands are golden. Try 'em out.
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You’re…?[ A question that drifts off about Sizhui’s powers. It should come as no surprise that Jason’s boyfriend possesses abilities of some sort. Their lifestyles and histories don’t accommodate ordinary people. The curiosity is easily buried beneath a sense of bewilderment that this is actually happening.
Sizhui is offering to put his hands on him, when he’s wearing nothing but a pair of Jason’s sweats, still damp from the pelting rain he can still hear outside. They’re having drinks—Sizhui’s already tipsy, and yet Jason, who he had been convinced was dead a few weeks ago, is suddenly encouraging it all. He’s not oblivious or naive enough to miss the signals.
But he’s not cynical enough to think this was planned somehow. He’s also not above seeing what happens. ]
Okay. [ Dick takes a last second for wariness before he’s dipping his head and shrugging the towel off. He crosses the small space to the chaise and drapes the towel on its back. ]
It’s nothing major. Some sparring got out of hand. [ He knows that Jason would know better. It’s no sparring injury. Dick lifts an arm and twists, mouth pressing tight as he breathes through the pinch and reveals a long, sharp wound. The stitches have recently been taken out but the gash running the length of his ribs to his waist has been healing slowly. ]
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Yes, I have magical abilities. [to put it simply, anyway. explaining cultivation is harder than he'd like to admit sometimes, so calling it ‘magic’ and leaving it at that usually proves to be the best idea.
jason's nudge of encouragement should've maybe had him questioning what he's about to do; it's not so much he has to put his hands on dick, but he's planning on it, especially given the physical go-ahead from his boyfriend who seems like he's doing just fine sipping away on that drink while watching all this unfold. there is the briefest moment where his and dick's call from some time ago flitters through his thoughts, has his throat tightening, makes the flush tinting his ears start moving down his neck and across his collarbone—
then dick agrees despite the uncertainty, heads toward their little daybed, so sizhui exhales and follows after. he waits patiently a respectable distance away, glancing jason's way then back, eyes immediately widening when dick lifts an arm, turns to reveal an injury that's healing, albeit slowly. whatever happened for real, sizhui's not bothering to question it right away,] Hold still, okay? [he urges while stepping closer, firm yet gentle, expression bordering on desperate.] That looks absolutely awful! How did you even—? [it doesn't matter, you shouldn't question what isn't your business.] ...wait, no, nevermind.
[he shakes his head and with the utmost care, reaches out, drifts the glowing hand over where the wound starts on dick's waist. beneath his touch, skin will start mending, bruising will fade, coupled with a warm, tingling sensation as he steadily moves upward.]
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all the time he's spent sneaking glances after dick, jason doesn't have a problem recognizing the way sizhui looks at dick. he isn't blaming anyone for staring at dick, least of all when he's been looking himself. he can't help having goddamn eyes. the palpable tension, though, that part is interesting. it's never been like that with him and dick, so he can't help wondering what kind of chats these two have been having on the phone. and why he wasn't invited.
dumb question, he knows.
jason knows he never had a chance with dick, so he's perfectly chill with watching what goes down over the brim of sizhui's glass. he'll take what he can get.
'sparring,' right. he does his best not to snort at the excuse, easier to do when dick offers up what must have been a nasty looking wound before, like someone tried to carve him up.] He's got a couple real volatile friends, you know. [jason adds when sizhui starts to question it; who the fuck wouldn't when it looks like someone went after dick to kill him?
more importantly, jason watches with rapt attention as sizhui does his thing, totally not sexual. the glowing is a good sign he's working, jason knows firsthand. he cocks a brow.] Feeling the magic yet?
[a lot less terrifying than the shit rachel does, but sizhui's damn near sainthood. rachel'd probably start burning if she was in the same room as sizhui, probably burst into flames if she stepped into a damn church.]
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Not to mention that Jason backs him up. A curious glance is cast Jason’s way as he bends his other arm and props it onto the back of the daybed. He’s more supported like this, although it doesn’t do much for the suggestive position of practically lounging half naked in front of Sizhui.
Now, he’s no longer sure if he’s glad Jason’s here, watching. Raptly. Eyes focused on him and Sizhui like he knows there’s more going on here than just simple healing. If Dick were to tell himself it’s really just about the wound, he’d be lying.
Especially when his head lulls back and his eyes slide shut at the feeling over the wound. It starts off as warmth and then is coupled with a tingling sensation. He’s always had such sensitive sides, and getting wounded at such an active part of his body is never pleasant. Sizhui’s hand feels heavenly, lifting pain in their wake and replacing it with something he—really shouldn’t be getting turned on by.
Except he can’t help the way his breath catches on a deep, throaty hum when warm tingling replaces the tension at his side. ]
Yea. 'm feeling it. [ Trying to use words and answering Jason's question instead of making any more embarrassing noises. ]
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realizing jason's aware that this sort of injury is just a normal, every day occurrence doesn't make him feel any less worried, either.] A friend did this? [soft and under his breath for the most part. absolutely not, there's no way someone dick's supposed to be on good terms with did such a thing! ...is there? if so then why and what made him deserve someone trying to tear him apart?
he isn't totally oblivious to the tension either, but his attention has been focused elsewhere, concentration and energy poured into fixing what's leftover from dick's wound. bad as it looks, sizhui can only imagine how it feels, and the longer he considers, the more qi he channels in a desperate attempt at easing any pain dick might still have. his fingertips drift slowly up dick's side, dragging deliberately over each rib until they reach the end of the cut where new, pinkish skin has already formed from being held together by stitches. then he moves back down to start the process all over again, gaze lifting upward after dick tilts his head and shuts his eyes.
this surely looks suggestive enough, the two standing here, both of sizhui's hands shifting between them, even if the one not doing any healing at the moment is just tapping an absentminded rhythm against dick's sternum.
dick wouldn't have needed to say anything after a noise like that, it's plenty, but following it, he momentarily casts a glance over his shoulder toward jason, motions with the slightest tip of his head.] Are you getting attached to that drink, Jay? If not, you should bring it over here. [he turns back, unable to keep from smiling, wholeheartedly earnest despite the tinge of mischief.] I think Dick needs something to, ah, occupy himself with.
And Dick, you can sit since that might be easier. [his hands withdraw, left gesturing toward the sofa, the opposite motioning downward at where he himself will move next.] I could sit next to you or kneel at your side? Whichever is easiest.
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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.
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And it’d be a simple thing had the tension in the air not been palpable. If he wasn’t acutely aware of the way he couldn’t stop watching when Jason’s tongue comes and swipes the wetness off his own fingers. Or if he wasn’t thinking about the way Jason’s gaze traces around him, like he wants to see all of him.
He’s not even drunk.
After staring at Jason for a little too long, he closes his eyes, letting himself focus on the way Sizui’s hands drift over his skin. One leg is bent across the width of the daybed, the other stretched out in front of him as he half-props himself on the back. A breath sighs out again as a shiver runs up his spine. Though there’s tension in the air, the tension in his side relaxes under the sensation.
Is this really what Jason feels when he’s with Sizhui?
Dark lashes flutter as Dick looks at Sizhui, gaze lidded in his relaxation. It’s a relief as the pain ebbs away and it’s with a mix of fascination and gratefulness that he reaches out to edge a hand underneath Sizhui’s, letting his fingers drift over a soft, tingly palm. ]
How are you—doing that?
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I know you do, [he confirms toward both of jason's statements, gaze lingering blatantly on those fingers after he's licked them clean. although it takes all his willpower to do so, he redirects his attention, hooded eyes considering how the older male's stretched across the couch.
perhaps he shouldn't, sizhui's taken things too far in one sense already, but the way dick's positioned alongside jay's staring really only spurs on the bad ideas.
imagine his surprise, however, when dick slides a hand underneath his, makes his breath catch by ghosting fingers across his palm.] Magic, [comes the simple answer and while he does, caution is thrown straight to the wind; he moves their hands until his fingers dip into the spaces between dick's, squeezes gingerly then sizhui balances a knee on the edge of the sofa, swings the other leg over dick's waist and straddles him with relative ease.] Back in my world, I'm what's called a ‘cultivator.’
To put it simply— [a moment's hesitation, long enough for his free hand to lift so he can turn toward jason again, coax him closer by crooking his fingers, a soft, breathy giggle following shortly afterward.] I'm what might be considered a wizard here in this world.
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dick alone on their daybed was a pretty sight, but when sizhui gracefully straddles dick's lap like it was an invitation -- that's goddamn perfect. jason's gonna be seeing that in his dreams, for sure. the way sizhui is giving dick his bedroom eyes, jason isn't the only one thinking naughty thoughts.
he doesn't even know how sizhui manages to explain things as good as he does, because jason is thoroughly distracted. he doesn't need more reason to give in to the soft crook of sizhui's fingers, feet following the call before his brain even catches up, too busy staring. one hand slides into sizhui's hair, easy, familiar before settling on the back of sizhui's neck.] You hear that? He's a wizard, Harry.
[ joking, but jason wets his own lips, smirking with a cocked brow as he reaches forward to boldly dip a finger in dick's new drink.] He's real good with a wand, you know. Gonna give Harry a run for his money. [ and rather than bring his dripping fingers to his own mouth, he brings them right up to sizhui's.]
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Jason comes close and Dick’s gaze slides up from where he’d been appreciating Sizhui in his lap to the finger that dips in his drink. ]
Yeah? A wand? [ There’s only one kind of wand he’s thinking when Jason’s fingers reach towards Sizhui’s mouth. The wide martini glass in his hand tips as he props himself up, all too entranced at the scene unfolding right in his lap. He’s not even drunk enough to justify the way the glass tips with his movement, the way he’s all too unaware of the liquid reaching too close to the lip of the glass.
He brings it to his mouth to take a sip, lower lip getting caught on his teeth as he barely tastes the drink. There's that distinct pool of heat starting in his lower belly as his fingers fold between Sizhui's. ] Does it taste better when it’s on Jason?
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if he'd known more about the joke between them, he very well would've laughed because it is funny, although he does smile anyhow despite not quite understanding.
his gaze flickers from where jason dips his fingers into dick's drink, to the digits resting near his mouth at the moment then fleetingly back to dick, considering the question. rather than answer, however, he grins wider and turns again, opens his mouth to catch some sticky alcoholic drops before taking the fingers in with a needy-sounding groan, his own cinching firmer around dick's once their hands are more properly interlocked.
even if he can't answer verbally, that doesn't mean he won't answer at all. instead, sizhui makes a show out of it, takes jason's fingers deeper, purses his lips and sucks like it's his dick in his mouth rather than just a couple digits. he does manage the slightest nod though, avoiding letting his teeth press too hard while he grinds against dick's lap again.]
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and then sizhui groans, tries to deepthroat jason's fingers, and shamelessly grinds against dick's lap. jason doesn't know what he's done to deserve such a treat. he bites down on his own lip, gaze locked on sizhui's mouth. holy hell, sizhui's amazing.
jason's hand lingers on the nape of his neck, idly rubbing there while he can't help murmuring a little praise. ] Doesn't he have a great mouth?
[ he pulls his fingers slowly from sizhui's mouth, gaze slowly flitting back to dick, a brow rising in challenge. ] My mouth isn't too bad either.
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He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouth’s parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jason’s fingers slowly tug out of Sizhui’s mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And he’s right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldn’t be—Fuck[ Surprised doesn’t make it out. Between holding Sizhui’s hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhui’s collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches it—fast reflexes never failing even when he’s in the wildest situation ever.
But it’s a challenge. Jason’s a challenge, and he’s never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesn’t pay attention to. Then, he’s reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jason’s shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jason’s. ]
Come here and show us.
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