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( def stole ao3's layout bc i love it sm )

rating: mature
fandom: titans
relationship: kj quinn/jason todd
additional tags: alternate universe, characters are rich, firstprince inspired, implied sexual content
stats ━━ published: 08/16/23 — word count: 1295 — parts: 1/1

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summary:
the one where socialites kj and jason
celebrate jason's birthday away from the
crowd for once

notes:
firstprince and rwrb have once again taken hold of me i have no shame so enjoy this firstprince!kjace (sort of) au
(they and theopeter are practically tethered, anyway so)

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Jason would have loved to be anywhere else for his birthday, but here he was, stuck at yet another stuffy gala event. But on the bright side, he looked insultingly dashing in his three-piece suit, filling it out quite nicely. Albeit pulling at the neck of his shirt a couple of times, he was comfortable. He looked around the ballroom, scanning faces for a familiar brunet. He had texted KJ in hopes that he'd be here, ready to keep him distracted for the rest of the night, however he intended, whether that be in the ballroom or elsewhere.

     And just his luck, a storm of flashbulbs going off signaled that KJ entered the building, and of course he looked absolutely devastating. The lukewarm, mild conversation Jason was having with an attendee was cut short as his eyesight was beginning to linger on the young man working the cameras. He stood tall—as tall as he could since he was 5'8"—fiddling with his cufflinks as he looked from camera to camera before moving on once the photographers got what they needed. KJ nodded at them in thanks, walking off to go grab a glass of champagne, no doubt having it to keep from talking to the other guests.

     As if Jason's feet had a mind of their own, the socialite found himself wandering in KJ's direction, only to get cut off by a reporter trying to get his attention. As Jason did his best to answer his question, he could not concentrate for the life of him. Jason clapped the reporter on the shoulder as he went on his way, continuing his trek to the brunet. It was one of those rare occasions where they could actually see the other, considering that they were always so busy with their respective prospects, always whisked away by managers and team members to sign papers. So the two could only text and call when they had the chance to come up for air after being completely swamped.

     When Jason finally got to KJ, he could visibly see the grip on KJ's champagne flute loosen, as if he were some sort of calm in the ocean of rich people. Anchor, tether, rope, invisible string, that kind of thing. The two managed to have a few rendez-vous without causing some sort of media uproar, so they had to be careful this time around as the ballroom was crawling with photographers grappling at a chance to get anything good other than pictures of the lavish dishes and the people in expensive suits and dresses. Some were distracted with top tier socialite and esteemed doctor August Finley so it gave the two of them a window to sort something out.

     "I know you did not just come all the way over here to organize a hookup, Jay." KJ couldn't help but chuckle a little as he tipped his flute back to drink some of his champagne. He had to give it to Jason though, managing to somehow always think with both of his brains.

     "Believe me when I say that this is not how I want to spend my birthday," Jason grumbled, pulling at his collar again. "I'm really only here to look good for the sake of the company."

     "What would you rather be doing? Or who, I should be asking." KJ turned to the dark-haired man, smirking.

     "Don't tease," Jason groaned, tilting his head back in frustration.

     "You seriously thought I was going to let you have it just because it's your birthday? You must really not know me at all, baby." KJ smirked once more, knowing the effect the pet name had on Jason.

     "Would it be worth it to tell you that my hand doesn't measure up to what you can do to me?" Jason leaned in close, careful to make himself look like he was still engaging with KJ in a casual conversation.

    "Two points for flattery." KJ raised his flute to Jason mockingly, his ring making a slight clinking sound against the glass.

     Jason rolled his eyes. "Don't be a twat."

     "Ooh, still mad about the England stint, I see?"

     "I was hard for a solid two hours in a meeting after what you did."

     "Serves you right for Germany."

     Jason huffed out a laugh because it was honestly all so laughable. He should've known that this was not going to come easy (innuendo intended) for him and yet here he was, bargaining his way to sex (KJ was a big enough asshole to call it foreplay) with the second hottest socialite in Gotham (Jason beat KJ out by a hair). "So what do you say?"

     KJ pretended to mull it over, just to tease Jason a little longer, before answering. He silently fished a hotel key out of his pocket and handed it over. "At midnight, you'll be coming up to my room and if you're smart, you'll let yourself in. And since it's your birthday, you get to call the shots this time."

KJ heard the click of his hotel room door opening as he was in the middle of undoing his tie, turning around to see Jason in the doorway.

    "I was wondering when you were going to show—"

     "Jesus fucking Christ, just shut up," Jason interrupted him as he grabbed the back of KJ's head to pull him into a searing kiss. With practiced movement and precision, they made their way over to the couch, Jason pressing KJ back against it as fumbled with the buttons of KJ's dress shirt. "What is it with you and these rigid ass buttons?"

    "A certain someone thought it would be funny ripping open one of my button-downs, leaving me out of a decent dress shirt for weeks." KJ's lips made contact with Jason's neck, Jason instantly leaning away for better access, a Pavlovian response at this point. "C'mon, baby. You gonna get me back or what?"

     At that, Jason pushed KJ over the couch, KJ eager to back himself against the arm, getting comfortable as Jason wedged himself between KJ's legs. "You're absolutely insufferable, I hope you know that."

     "That's what makes me so charming and you come back for more."

     "Eh, I wouldn't say all of that." Which was funny because Jason said this as he was wrangling KJ's leather belt out of his pant loops and unzipping him with such an intensity. Once Jason got KJ's pants around his knees, KJ's mind went blank as he did his best to grip onto the couch. Jason's mouth was wet, and warm, and the best and worst thing to happen to KJ ever since he met him. It didn't take much for KJ to start gripping the back of Jason's head, biting down on several noises of pleasure considering that it was the middle of the night and this was the last thing he wanted to get called for as a result of a noise complaint.

     Jason left a sticky kiss to KJ's thigh when he was done, making his way back up to kiss KJ properly.

     "All right, my turn. Happy birthday, Jaybird." KJ haphazardly shucked his pants back up as Jason sat against the couch, watching him with such heat in his eyes. Knowing what that mouth did already had Jason tenting up in his pants, mildly going insane from the anticipation. Jason leaned his head back against the couch as KJ's mouth finally made contact, taking him down in one fell swoop. Everything had Jason making the most guttural noises, overwhelmed by it all. Chest heaving, he came while biting down on his knuckle to keep him from moaning too loudly.

      Blissed out, the two cleaned themselves up and headed to bed, getting the best night of sleep in who knows how long.