[It's true, Tim's never been this drunk before. On this particular subject, Jason is the undeniable expert, which isn't surprising, but the care he's showing Tim right now is - pleasantly so. Tim sits up a little, hums quietly in thought, considering the implications of what Jason's asking of him. A small flutter rises up in his chest as he watches Jason unlace his shoes and pull them off his feet.]
So ... you take me out drinking, then to a hotel, and now you're undressing me? [A crooked half-smile cracks across his mouth.] Are you sure this isn't a date?
[ Jason gives him a flat look at that for a second, his hackles rising feeling a little like it's a stab before after a second the smile hit's him and he arches a brow leaning in. ]
Oh, Timbers, you couldn't handle me if it was really a date. [ He spoke making sure to draw his words out a little before dropping the shoes. A smug look was given Tim's way, the kind of look he usually reserved for a date, but he was mostly teasing at this point.]
[Tim sits up a little more, hands braced against the bed to prop him up, head tipped to the side, inquisitive.]
You think so? Would you bet actual money on that?
[His tone's light, joking, but it's not entirely a joke. Not with Jason looking at him like that. Not with his heartbeat galloping in his chest, so loud Tim's certain Jason must be able to hear it.]
[ There was something terrible but amusing in saying Tim's name like that. He couldn't hear the heart but he had a feeling Tim was just wasted.
Jason isn't about to admit how broke he was of late thanks to being stupid and letting one Mr. Harper talk him into a joint bank account. He could weasel his way out of anything owed anyway.]
Sure, Timbers, why the fuck not. [ Hearing the door he stood up moving away to go get the food.]
[The thing about Tim is that he can move fast - as fast as the bird after which he named his alter ego, perhaps. One second he's still sitting on the bed; the next, he's on his feet, sliding in between Jason and the door; the next, he's reaching up to pull Jason down by his collar, bringing their mouths together in a kiss, rushed and imprecise.
This is a bad idea, he thinks, but when has that thought ever stopped Tim Drake from reaching for his objective?
Tim doesn't linger on the kiss. As soon as it ends, he's opening the door, pushing a tip twice as much as standard into the hand of the hotel employee, handing some of the trays to Jason and taking the rest in his own hands.
He doesn't know what's going to happen when the door closes again. The only thing Tim knows is that when it does, everything between him and Jason is going to be different.]
[ Jason was dumbfounded, left standing wide eyed a few moment even as Tim tipped and gathered the food. His eyes moving to follow the smaller, his replacement, the smart one. It took a few moments for the wheels to get turning again.
Despite all of his swaggering boastfulness, he was about ninety percent bravado in any given situation. He knew he was a good looking guy, he knew people were attracted to him but when moments presented he either over sold, went with it or blanked out. So after a second he finally finds himself moving after Tim.]
You do realize your drunk, and Bruce will not approve of his precious bird being tainted, right?
[ He had to say it. Not put off or disgusted, the opposite in fact.]
[Tim sets the trays he's carrying down on the table, slides a shaking hand over his mouth and inhales a slow, steadying breath. I really did it. I kissed him. And Jason isn't angry about it - that's the most unbelievable part, that he isn't putting his fist directly into Tim's face. He sounds - cautious. Concerned about Tim's judgment, maybe. Tim grips both hands around the ledge of the table and looks to Jason over his shoulder.]
Bruce isn't here, Jason. And I'm not -
[Not his "precious bird" - not anymore, if I ever was. Tim's no Dick Grayson, and Bruce has Damian now, too, his true son by blood. No need for the stray he'd taken in anymore. Tim shakes his head, shakes the thoughts away. He doesn't want to think about Bruce right now. He turns entirely around to Jason, leans back into the table.]
You really think I'm too drunk to know exactly what I want? What I've wanted for years? I'm not.
[ Jason stays still a long moment before moving to meet Tim by the food. Reaching up and rubbing his own temples. Trying to connect the dots. The alcohol in him didn't do much for him besides make him think to much. ]
Thank god for that.
[ He grumbled before feeling like he's missed something but before he can say anything on it Tim's speaking again and Jason knows he has to make a choice. He points to the chair.]
I don't care how drunk you are Timbo. I'm not.... Not tonight. Sit eat and lets go to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow morning when I know your not only not half asleep but not half drunk we can talk about this. It's not rejection before you take it that way.
[ He added reaching over Tim to grab a thing of ice cream.]
[Jason may say it's not a rejection, but it sure feels like it all the same. Tim doesn't budge except to reach for Jason's wrist en route to the ice cream.]
[Tim's not exactly refusing to eat outright - he's just focused on Jason, reluctant to drop the subject until it's resolved to his satisfaction. When Tim gets an idea in his mind, he refuses to quit - it's how he's wired, how he has always operated. He can be just as stubborn as the rest of them, when he wants to be, and right now, what Tim wants is for Jason to understand his stance. Tim shifts, gets right up into Jason's space - not hostile, just intent.]
Jason - have you looked in the mirror? Do you know what it's like to watch you? To see you move, everything you are?
[Cautious, Tim releases his hold on Jason's wrist, lightly slides his hand up to the side of Jason's neck. He stares up at Jason, wide-eyed and entirely earnest.]
I know - I know I'm drunk, Jason, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. I'm not just saying this 'cause I'm drunk, Jason, I swear.
[ Jason's eyes tracked Tim, the way he always does when he's waiting for an attack or over thinking. It could be either in the moment. The blue eyes finally lock on Tim's own shades of blue. Listening and yet he rolled his eyes when asked if he'd looked in the mirror. ]
I'm a mess.
[ That was the only response he gave to that. A shiver rolled through him when the Tim's hand slid up his neck. Normally not one to let people so close and yet, he couldn't say no.
He was silent still listening, feeling like his heart was going to beat through his chest. Refusing to let fear ever rule him again he dipped his head down crushing his lips against Tim's. Unable to think of words but still not intending to let much happen.]
[They're both disasters, to some degree. Maybe that's part of the attraction, like and like, a similarity that can only be matched by a select few, and Jason's at the top of Tim's list. Tim doesn't mind the messiness one bit.
When Jason's mouth meets his, Tim makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, part surprised, part pleased, part finally. His jaw relaxes, inviting Jason in to deepen the kiss. Tim would make that kiss last forever, if he could, but he has to breathe, so he does, breaking the contact, inhaling quick and deep at Jason's mouth.]
[ Bruce should have gotten those boys some therapy but, they now put the hot in hot mess. And despite many flaws they get their jobs done and usually make it home.
Jason worried he always worried when he wanted something that was how he even ended up in his current situation. Minus one partner add lot of 'parts' money. But, this he couldn't fight. He just took a breath a s shook his head.]
Not bad at all... Who have you been practicing on?
[ the last bit teasing as he finally snatched the ice cream and moved to sit on the bed.]
So, can we wait till morning now? It would make me feel a lot better.
[It's a good compliment. Tim grins softly, and lets Jason go with a measure of reluctance.]
You're not, like - taking advantage of me Jason. I promise. I really do want this.
[He hesitates for a moment, then plucks a spoon from one of the trays and follows Jason over to the bed, folding his legs underneath him as he sits next to Jason.]
But I guess if it'll make you feel better ... OK. We can talk about it in the morning. As long as you're still here in the morning.
[That's Tim's fear, that Jason's going to get weird about this and vanish in the middle of the night, and nothing will ever be the same between them. He digs a spoonful of ice cream out and places it inside his mouth, sucking the spoon clean while the ice cream melts on his tongue.]
You are still gonna be here when I wake up, right?
[ He spoke, and oddly seemed more open to sharing the pint of ice cream, shifting so Tim could get some to as he thought over the last few minutes and nodded as Tim reassured him.]
You better not change your mind in the morning or I swear you will be in ICU.
[ He spoke as he ate a spoon full of the ice cream. It was just strawberry but it was good. ]
I told you I was staying and I mean it. Someone has to keep an eye on your drunk ass.
I'm not going anywhere, Jason. And I'm not going to change my mind. That's what I mean - I'm sure that I want this. You, I mean. Really sure.
[Tim just has lingering doubts about just how reciprocal the feeling is. ICU threat aside, it sort of feels to Tim like Jason's humoring him, holding him off until tomorrow, when he can turn him down while they're both sober.
But there's nothing to be done about tomorrow until after sleep. Tim digs another bite of ice cream out and sets it in his mouth to melt. Strawberry ice cream is a good choice - the flavor is sweet, but not heavy and overpowering - but it's not doing much to settle his stomach, so he slips off the bed and heads back to the rest of the trays on the table to poke around, lifting the lids to inspect what's underneath.]
Neither am I. I'll give you the answers and my thoughts in the morning.
[ There went a peaceful sleep in a hotel bed. Not that he ever slept peaceful in bed with someone else. Not when he wasn't just tired to the bone. He figured he'd be fine with Tim. Another Robin understood, his replacement seemed to always understand even when he was being a grade A douchebag to him.
Jason stayed quiet as Tim spoke, listening and weighting like a verdict being read off. His eyes staying on the ice cream for now as he took a couple more bites. Looking up finally once Tim moved to the tray. Inside was a mix mash of items. A burger and fries, a couple slices of pizza, a small salad, and some bread sticks. He finally lifted himself from the bed moving over as he worked on the ice cream.]
The basic's of a drunken night out. Stick to the greasy stuff, trust me.
[Tim reaches for lightness, tossing a glance at Jason over his shoulder. It feels like the attempt falls flat, though, so Tim shrugs out of his jacket, hangs it on the back of the chair at the table, and grabs one of the trays of food to bring back to the bed. It's the one with the pizza, and he shoves half a slice in his mouth once he settles back down on the mattress next to Jason. If his mouth is busy chewing, at least he won't be able to keep talking.]
[ Jason halfheartedly teased, as he finished off the ice cream and got up moving to grab the burger and fries moving back to sit beside Tim on the bed again. As he ate he looked to Tim before knocking their shoulders together playfully. Just a quiet way to showing he's not mad. He hadn't always been good to tim and he worried the other might worry he'd return to that if he thought he planned to reject him.]
[At least things aren't too weird? (Yet - Tim still half-expects this to turn out disastrously.) Tim gives Jason a one-shouldered shrug, chewing thoughtfully. If they're not going to talk about this, Tim's not sure what else can be done.]
[ Eating took up a little time, before Jason got up and cleaned his hands, undressing to his boxers, having flat out admitted it's how he sleeps and Tim could deal. Though the fact he had somehow had a gun hidden on him without wearing his holsters was pretty impressive in that tight shirt. It was left on the table closest to the bed once he laid down.
Jason didn't sleep as well as he would have liked, shifting to sit up each time Tim made a noise, or shifted onto his back, if he did shift on his back Jason would carefully roll him back on his stomach. When the sun shone through the curtains, Jason had barley registered it until his phone started buzzing. Reaching over haphazardly until he found it cracking an eye open he saw Bruce's name and chucked it across the room. ]
[Tim falls asleep in his clothes half the time anyway, so he doesn't bother removing more than his socks and his wallet, keys, and phone from his pockets before settling in on the bed next to Jason. He doesn't sleep well - Tim rarely does - but he's not sick again tonight, at least. He's anxious, but tired; the beer, the food, and the emotional rollercoaster of the past several hours are all contributing factors to the exhaustion that finally overtakes him for a night of sleep in fits and starts that never last long enough.
He wishes, briefly, silently, while dozing off, that instead of being pushed onto his stomach, he could turn on his side and curl in on Jason, throw an arm around his waist, kiss him just one more time tonight. Thoughts he immediately chides himself for, but the desire for touch is still there, hovering in his mind when he wakes, as soon as Jason's phone begins to buzz. Tim shifts, turns his head in Jason's direction, opens his eyes halfway, mumbles against the pillow:]
[ Jason never slept the best either, between night terrors of from the pit, and just general issues and being a night owl the best he got was a few hours any night. Surviving on naps more than not. Falling back into the role of protector for someone under the influence didn't help, but he was the one who got Tim drunk. He made that choice.
He shifted on his side when Tim spoke, yawning and stretching some.]
Dunno, Timbers, threw the damn phone. Too fuckin' early o'clock.
[ He settled after a stretch staying on his side, and as if reading Tim's mind he draped one of his arms around the smaller bird.]
[Tim doesn't sound too concerned about it, though; if Jason doesn't care, why should he? Tim closes his eyes again, sighs a quiet breath against the pillow.]
Mm, like I've been disassembled and put back together by a team of trained monkeys, except their training was for something else entirely.
[His head's throbbing, and the inside of his mouth feels like someone's stapled cotton batting all over it. But Jason's arm around him feels comforting - safe. Tim immediately moves in that fraction closer toward him, turns more onto his side so he can snake an arm around Jason's waist and tuck his face against Jason's chest.]
I think I can now say with an informed opinion that I do not like beer.
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So ... you take me out drinking, then to a hotel, and now you're undressing me? [A crooked half-smile cracks across his mouth.] Are you sure this isn't a date?
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Oh, Timbers, you couldn't handle me if it was really a date. [ He spoke making sure to draw his words out a little before dropping the shoes. A smug look was given Tim's way, the kind of look he usually reserved for a date, but he was mostly teasing at this point.]
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You think so? Would you bet actual money on that?
[His tone's light, joking, but it's not entirely a joke. Not with Jason looking at him like that. Not with his heartbeat galloping in his chest, so loud Tim's certain Jason must be able to hear it.]
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[ There was something terrible but amusing in saying Tim's name like that. He couldn't hear the heart but he had a feeling Tim was just wasted.
Jason isn't about to admit how broke he was of late thanks to being stupid and letting one Mr. Harper talk him into a joint bank account. He could weasel his way out of anything owed anyway.]
Sure, Timbers, why the fuck not. [ Hearing the door he stood up moving away to go get the food.]
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This is a bad idea, he thinks, but when has that thought ever stopped Tim Drake from reaching for his objective?
Tim doesn't linger on the kiss. As soon as it ends, he's opening the door, pushing a tip twice as much as standard into the hand of the hotel employee, handing some of the trays to Jason and taking the rest in his own hands.
He doesn't know what's going to happen when the door closes again. The only thing Tim knows is that when it does, everything between him and Jason is going to be different.]
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Despite all of his swaggering boastfulness, he was about ninety percent bravado in any given situation. He knew he was a good looking guy, he knew people were attracted to him but when moments presented he either over sold, went with it or blanked out. So after a second he finally finds himself moving after Tim.]
You do realize your drunk, and Bruce will not approve of his precious bird being tainted, right?
[ He had to say it. Not put off or disgusted, the opposite in fact.]
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Bruce isn't here, Jason. And I'm not -
[Not his "precious bird" - not anymore, if I ever was. Tim's no Dick Grayson, and Bruce has Damian now, too, his true son by blood. No need for the stray he'd taken in anymore. Tim shakes his head, shakes the thoughts away. He doesn't want to think about Bruce right now. He turns entirely around to Jason, leans back into the table.]
You really think I'm too drunk to know exactly what I want? What I've wanted for years? I'm not.
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Thank god for that.
[ He grumbled before feeling like he's missed something but before he can say anything on it Tim's speaking again and Jason knows he has to make a choice. He points to the chair.]
I don't care how drunk you are Timbo. I'm not.... Not tonight. Sit eat and lets go to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow morning when I know your not only not half asleep but not half drunk we can talk about this. It's not rejection before you take it that way.
[ He added reaching over Tim to grab a thing of ice cream.]
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[Jason may say it's not a rejection, but it sure feels like it all the same. Tim doesn't budge except to reach for Jason's wrist en route to the ice cream.]
You won't even talk to me about this?
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[ He spoke firmly, but when Tim grabbed his wrist he had half a mind to yank it away. ]
You really want to do this here and now? Tim you deserve better than this, than me even. Shit kid, have you looked in a mirror lately?
[ It wasn't so much that Tim deserved more, as Jason worries how badly it would go.]
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Jason - have you looked in the mirror? Do you know what it's like to watch you? To see you move, everything you are?
[Cautious, Tim releases his hold on Jason's wrist, lightly slides his hand up to the side of Jason's neck. He stares up at Jason, wide-eyed and entirely earnest.]
I know - I know I'm drunk, Jason, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. I'm not just saying this 'cause I'm drunk, Jason, I swear.
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I'm a mess.
[ That was the only response he gave to that. A shiver rolled through him when the Tim's hand slid up his neck. Normally not one to let people so close and yet, he couldn't say no.
He was silent still listening, feeling like his heart was going to beat through his chest. Refusing to let fear ever rule him again he dipped his head down crushing his lips against Tim's. Unable to think of words but still not intending to let much happen.]
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When Jason's mouth meets his, Tim makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, part surprised, part pleased, part finally. His jaw relaxes, inviting Jason in to deepen the kiss. Tim would make that kiss last forever, if he could, but he has to breathe, so he does, breaking the contact, inhaling quick and deep at Jason's mouth.]
Was that - was it really so bad, Jay?
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Jason worried he always worried when he wanted something that was how he even ended up in his current situation. Minus one partner add lot of 'parts' money. But, this he couldn't fight. He just took a breath a s shook his head.]
Not bad at all... Who have you been practicing on?
[ the last bit teasing as he finally snatched the ice cream and moved to sit on the bed.]
So, can we wait till morning now? It would make me feel a lot better.
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[It's a good compliment. Tim grins softly, and lets Jason go with a measure of reluctance.]
You're not, like - taking advantage of me Jason. I promise. I really do want this.
[He hesitates for a moment, then plucks a spoon from one of the trays and follows Jason over to the bed, folding his legs underneath him as he sits next to Jason.]
But I guess if it'll make you feel better ... OK. We can talk about it in the morning. As long as you're still here in the morning.
[That's Tim's fear, that Jason's going to get weird about this and vanish in the middle of the night, and nothing will ever be the same between them. He digs a spoonful of ice cream out and places it inside his mouth, sucking the spoon clean while the ice cream melts on his tongue.]
You are still gonna be here when I wake up, right?
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[ He spoke, and oddly seemed more open to sharing the pint of ice cream, shifting so Tim could get some to as he thought over the last few minutes and nodded as Tim reassured him.]
You better not change your mind in the morning or I swear you will be in ICU.
[ He spoke as he ate a spoon full of the ice cream. It was just strawberry but it was good. ]
I told you I was staying and I mean it. Someone has to keep an eye on your drunk ass.
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[Tim just has lingering doubts about just how reciprocal the feeling is. ICU threat aside, it sort of feels to Tim like Jason's humoring him, holding him off until tomorrow, when he can turn him down while they're both sober.
But there's nothing to be done about tomorrow until after sleep. Tim digs another bite of ice cream out and sets it in his mouth to melt. Strawberry ice cream is a good choice - the flavor is sweet, but not heavy and overpowering - but it's not doing much to settle his stomach, so he slips off the bed and heads back to the rest of the trays on the table to poke around, lifting the lids to inspect what's underneath.]
What did you order, anyway?
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[ There went a peaceful sleep in a hotel bed. Not that he ever slept peaceful in bed with someone else. Not when he wasn't just tired to the bone. He figured he'd be fine with Tim. Another Robin understood, his replacement seemed to always understand even when he was being a grade A douchebag to him.
Jason stayed quiet as Tim spoke, listening and weighting like a verdict being read off. His eyes staying on the ice cream for now as he took a couple more bites. Looking up finally once Tim moved to the tray. Inside was a mix mash of items. A burger and fries, a couple slices of pizza, a small salad, and some bread sticks. He finally lifted himself from the bed moving over as he worked on the ice cream.]
The basic's of a drunken night out. Stick to the greasy stuff, trust me.
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[Tim reaches for lightness, tossing a glance at Jason over his shoulder. It feels like the attempt falls flat, though, so Tim shrugs out of his jacket, hangs it on the back of the chair at the table, and grabs one of the trays of food to bring back to the bed. It's the one with the pizza, and he shoves half a slice in his mouth once he settles back down on the mattress next to Jason. If his mouth is busy chewing, at least he won't be able to keep talking.]
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[ Jason halfheartedly teased, as he finished off the ice cream and got up moving to grab the burger and fries moving back to sit beside Tim on the bed again. As he ate he looked to Tim before knocking their shoulders together playfully. Just a quiet way to showing he's not mad. He hadn't always been good to tim and he worried the other might worry he'd return to that if he thought he planned to reject him.]
What do you want to do after we eat?
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Sleep, I guess. Unless you have a better idea?
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Jason didn't sleep as well as he would have liked, shifting to sit up each time Tim made a noise, or shifted onto his back, if he did shift on his back Jason would carefully roll him back on his stomach. When the sun shone through the curtains, Jason had barley registered it until his phone started buzzing. Reaching over haphazardly until he found it cracking an eye open he saw Bruce's name and chucked it across the room. ]
Fuckin' Old man callin' to damn early.
[ He grumbled before looking Tim's way.]
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He wishes, briefly, silently, while dozing off, that instead of being pushed onto his stomach, he could turn on his side and curl in on Jason, throw an arm around his waist, kiss him just one more time tonight. Thoughts he immediately chides himself for, but the desire for touch is still there, hovering in his mind when he wakes, as soon as Jason's phone begins to buzz. Tim shifts, turns his head in Jason's direction, opens his eyes halfway, mumbles against the pillow:]
What time is it?
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He shifted on his side when Tim spoke, yawning and stretching some.]
Dunno, Timbers, threw the damn phone. Too fuckin' early o'clock.
[ He settled after a stretch staying on his side, and as if reading Tim's mind he draped one of his arms around the smaller bird.]
How you feeling?
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[Tim doesn't sound too concerned about it, though; if Jason doesn't care, why should he? Tim closes his eyes again, sighs a quiet breath against the pillow.]
Mm, like I've been disassembled and put back together by a team of trained monkeys, except their training was for something else entirely.
[His head's throbbing, and the inside of his mouth feels like someone's stapled cotton batting all over it. But Jason's arm around him feels comforting - safe. Tim immediately moves in that fraction closer toward him, turns more onto his side so he can snake an arm around Jason's waist and tuck his face against Jason's chest.]
I think I can now say with an informed opinion that I do not like beer.
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switching to pb account for this <3
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