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Jason doesn’t always sleep in the same bed as Bruce, but he always sleeps in Bruce’s bed. He always has a soft mattress with silk sheets and a warm comforter. Sometimes he has someone to hold him at night.
He hadn’t realized how terrible it is to sleep alone until the first time he fell asleep in Bruce’s arms. But that only makes the nights he has Bruce all the more special.
Nights like this, with Bruce’s arms wrapped around him and his head tucked under Bruce’s chin.
Nights like this, when Bruce holds him like he loves him and Jason gets to feel like a person again.
“Where do you go?” Jason whispers.
His fingers trace gentle lines along a thin scar on Bruce’s collarbone. It’s pale. Faded. Probably years old.
“What do you mean?”
“At night. When you- When you aren’t here.”
Bruce’s hand slips under Jason’s sleep shirt and dances up his spine.
For a moment, there’s no reply. Jason’s ready to hear something awful. Maybe Bruce found someone he likes to fuck more than Jason. Maybe there’s a whole gaggle of whores that Bruce spends the night with. Maybe there’s a secret girlfriend.
Then;
“The penthouse, usually. Sometimes I stay there when work finishes up late or I have an early meeting.”
“What about the other nights?”
“The couch in my office.”
Jason tips his head up to look at Bruce.
“Why?” he asks. “Why not come to bed?”
Bruce smiles and says, “Because you’re already asleep by the time I get back, and too handsome to risk waking.”
Oh.
Jason presses his lips to Bruce’s jaw. Bruce grumbles at him a little, but shifts until they’re kissing properly. Jason’s hand slides into Bruce’s hair of its own accord.
“Don’t ever sleep in your office again, Bruce,” he says. “I don’t care if you wake me. I sleep better with you here.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce murmurs. “I’ll come to bed more.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Bruce kisses him again, soft and chaste like before. Jason pulls away with a sigh. He turns around in Bruce’s arms to put his back to the man’s chest and presses into Bruce’s hold. Bruce curls around him, sliding a leg between Jason’s and burying his face in Jason’s hair. The hand that was on his back rests on his stomach.
Jason hums, “Goodnight, Bruce.”
“Goodnight, love,” Bruce says.
Three days later, Bruce finds Jason in the library. He’s reading Jane Eyre with a blanket thrown over his lap and his socked feet tucked between couch cushions.
God above, the boy is beautiful.
The swoop of his curls, the shine in his eyes, the way he bites his lip and tips his head back when Bruce presses into him. Everything about Jason is perfect. Bruce really couldn’t have found anyone better.
“Good book,” Bruce says, placing a hand on Jason’s head to card through his hair. “Have you read it before?”
“Once, a couple years ago,” Jason says.
His head tips back into Bruce’s touch. Bruce rests his other hand on Jason’s collarbone.
“Have you ever thought about children?”
Jason’s breath hitches.
He’s never wanted children. Not his own, at least. Getting pregnant while on the streets or working as a prostitute was very nearly a death sentence, and he’s never liked the idea of having to give birth.
But is that what Bruce wants to hear? Bruce, who already has a son two years younger than Jason (and hadn’t that been a shocking realization). Bruce, who never uses a condom and always makes sure to finish in Jason’s pussy.
Bruce, who keeps his hands on Jason’s lower stomach whenever possible. Whose hand might as well be wrapped around Jason’s throat.
“Yeah,” Jason whispers, because that’s what’s safest. “I just- Before, when I was… It wouldn’t have been a good life for them.”
The hands on him disappear as Bruce walks around the couch and sits on the edge of it. Bruce’s hand rests on his lower stomach, rubbing small circles. Jason puts his book on the end table.
This feels dangerous. Like something he won’t be able to get out of.
“I can give them a good life,” Bruce says.
Can. Bruce can give them a good life, if he wants to. Or a child could be used to get Jason to do whatever Bruce wants.
“Promise?” Jason asks.
“Of course.”
Bruce shifts, leaning over Jason to kiss him and pressing a thigh between Jason’s legs. Jason shudders, just a little.
He got his second contraceptive shot at the start of his period almost two weeks ago, but if he hadn’t, he knows he’d be at the beginning of his fertile window right now. He wonders if Bruce also knows that.
He kisses Bruce back, because of course he does, and wraps his arms around the man’s neck. Bruce’s hands fall to his hips and start tugging at his shorts.
“When do you want to start trying?” Jason murmurs, lifting his hips. “Maybe once Tim’s in college?”
“I was thinking now.”
“Now?”
Jason’s breath hitches when Bruce discards his shorts. Two thick fingers spear into him with ease. It’s been a day or so since Bruce fucked him, and while he may not be very loose, the lack of soreness makes it easier.
“What about the shot?”
“Prenatal vitamins. Alfred’s been putting them in your food since you moved in,” Bruce says.
Well fuck.
After that, Jason finds himself being bent over just about every surface in the manor. When Bruce joins him in bed at night, he’s awoken by the man’s cock driving into his pussy.
Evidently Bruce is very dedicated to having a baby. When he isn’t full of cock he’s plugged up to keep Bruce’s cum inside him.
For days. Bruce keeps him full of cum for days—his entire fertile window, actually. It's certainly enough for Jason to be pregnant. If he isn't pregnant he'd be shocked.
His next period doesn't come.
Bruce eats him out as a reward. As if he had any active part in the conception.
"I'm so proud of you, Jaybaby," Bruce whispers into his cunt. "You're gonna be such a good mommy for our son."
Jason whimpers. He's not ready to be a mom. He doesn't want to be a mom.
"We won't be able to tell the gender for a few months," he says, trembling under Bruce's administrations.
"I know."
Bruce licks a stripe along his slit. Jason's hips twitch, and he can't tell if the tears in his eyes are from pleasure or emotional turmoil.
He wants to love Bruce. He wants to love Bruce with every fiber of his being, just like he wants to want this baby. He wants to be happy in his new life. No- he needs to be happy, because he doesn't have a way out.
He's going to be a kept girl until Bruce gets tired of him.
"Bruce?"
"Yes, love?" Bruce looks up at him with a slick-soaked lower face.
"Can I name him? I- I wanna name him."
Bruce crawls up his body and gives him a wet, drawn out kiss that tastes like pussy and whiskey. "That sounds like a great idea, Jason," he says.
"And you're gonna love him, right? The same way you love Tim?"
"Of course I will, sweetheart," Bruce says in a soft voice, stroking Jason's cheek with his thumb. "He's our baby. He means the world to me."
Jason chokes back a sob. He pulls Bruce into another long kiss and wraps his legs around Bruce's hips.
"I love you," he whispers, then repeats himself as though that'll make it more true.
Maybe it's true already.