[Tim's not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. His traumas may be significantly smaller than Jason's and he may hide them better, but they still exist. He's as moody as any of the bats, withdraws when under stress, turns cold and shuts people out instead of addressing his feelings. This thing they're building together is going to be a challenge, but it's one Tim is enthusiastically committed to making work.
The way Jason words the proposal is oddly poetic - something of a paradox to the image he presents to the world. Tim finds himself instantly charmed by it, though, grinning as he turns his head into the side of Jason's neck to lay another kiss under his ear.]
Just Tim, OK? And yeah ... I do. I don't know much about gardens, but I want to walk with you. I want to know you. I want you.
[ Tim had problems that much was for sure, sometimes Jason worried
about his replacement but rarely voiced it. Just dropping in exchanging
info and vanishing into the night. This was a change in dynamic that he
wasn't sure about but that he was willing to cross the storm seas to try.
Time was no civilian he knew what he was getting into when he kissed on
Jason like he was. Opening minds to a new possibility. Jason moved an arm
protectively around him and kissed his head. Those dark locks .]
Sure, Timberly. Got it. I'll teach you plenty about gardens and the world
outside of your tech. [ a groan escaped him at the kisses on his
neck started spiking his blood pressure.]
[Tim doesn't expect quite as strong of a response as the one Jason gives him over the kiss to his neck. Suddenly unsure he's made a misstep, he pulls back a little, frowning, concerned.]
[He's calmed by the reassurance, a sudden lightness ballooning up in his chest. A grin slowly curls across his mouth.]
You don't want me to stop? OK.
[Tim shifts up, slides a knee between Jason's, presses in close again. He's still wearing all his clothes from the night before, but Jason's warm, and Tim takes a moment to savor the heat seeping in through the fabric. Then he turns his head in to the side of Jason's neck and places another slow kiss under his ear.]
[ He asked a bit lower, his tone changing with the promise of fun. When Tim moved over him his arms move down, holding Tim's hip bones through his clothes looking up at his eyes through his hair until he descended down. He didn't intend to leave them as they were for long, but to let Tim have his fun for now.
His scar from the batarang wasn't to much further down from where Tim was kissing. Near a visible tan line from his time living on the island with Kori and Roy. He was never made for tropical places. ]
Shit, seriously, who have you been practicing on, they need a fruit basket...
[Tim smiles against Jason's neck, brings his hand to the other side of Jason's face, traces fingertips along the line of his jaw. He likes the grip of Jason's hands on his hips, hums a quiet pleased note into the next kiss he leaves an inch farther down on Jason's skin.]
I told you, Jason. I don't kiss and tell.
[Stephanie, mostly. Girls are much better kissers and Tim learned a lot from her.]
Maybe, it's not something I get to do often, to anyone. I kind of swore this kind of stuff off after my ex.
[ Did he ever tell the other bats his dating history? Hell no. He wasn't giving Grayson ammo to tease or try to octopus hug. He expected Timbers here would do a full background check and Damian... he didn't want to humor if he decided to care.
He couldn't help another shiver that ran through him when Tim kissed his scar. Parting his lips to nip at Tim's finger, as he moved a hand from Tim's hip to his spine, running it softly over his shirt.]
I know, I'm just enjoying waking up for once. You enjoying yourself, Timbo?
[Tim's eyes cut up to Jason's, curious. It's harder to run a background check on someone who is, legally speaking, a ghost; the revelation is surprising, but also not. Tim figures he can't be the only person on the planet who's ever been attracted to Jason. What's surprising is that he actually let someone in close enough to become an ex. Despite how long Tim's watched Jason, how closely he's paid attention, there's still so much he doesn't know about him, so many gaps in Jason's history that Tim would like to fill in and thus create a more complete portrait of Jason Peter Todd.
So he asks, gently - inviting Jason to say more if he wants, but not demanding an answer. He can take his time learning the ins and outs of Jason, the secrets and the scars - like the one on his neck. There's a story behind every scar, and Tim wants to learn them all.
For now, though, he's content with Jason just as he his - warm, a hand at his back, allowing Tim to come closer than he ever has before. It's all Tim never dared to fully hope for, and he smiles, turning his head into Jason's chest, stretching his arm out to rest his free hand over Jason's heart.]
Mm, I am. Could almost go back to sleep just to wake up all over again.
Got a couple of'em, but Isabel was the last. Flight attendant, she was good person, to good for me.She basically reminded me that this life we lead is dangerous, anyone with us has a target on their back. So, I kinda swore this shit off after her.
[ He offered at the questioning tone. Mostly just to ease the throbbing in his chest. Wanting to hear someone tell him he was dumb. The way Roy or Kori would if they were there. He did his best to keep anyone connected to the Bats from knowing what he gets up to when he's not home. Desperately wanting to be far from them all... and yet just wanting someone to care enough to call. Even if he'd curse them out.
He keeps his arms around Tim, holding the smaller close, enjoying the warmth, the touch and all of it.]
[He might very well be a sap. Tim's hungover with extreme prejudice, feeling emotionally raw in all the right ways, and he's - he's happy. Happy to be here with Jason, not doing much of anything except talking softly and gently touching. It's rare to find something that shuts Tim's brain down from the dozens of subprograms constantly running in the background, but right now? He's fully present in the moment, for once.
What he says about Isabel - he's not wrong. Tim hasn't had much luck with anyone who wasn't also a mask, and this lifestyle does put people in the crossfire, whether they're romantic interests or simply innocent bystanders. Tim is acutely aware of the lifetime of mistakes he's made, missteps that got people hurt or killed, and he can never forget about them, and he wouldn't want to.
Jason's wrong about one thing, though. Tim pushes himself up a little so he's hovering over Jason, still straddled against his leg, and stares down at him, blue eyes wide and sober.]
You're not a bad person, Jason.
[Then he leans down, kisses him deeply, takes back every inch of space that he can.]
[ Jason needed a sap, someone to remind him its okay to let his guard down. Not everyone out there was looking to hurt him. Though his life had taught him just that. Be weary of everyone, namely those closest to you. Laying in bed holding Tim was just one of those rare moments he could let the walls down a bit. Open his broken heart a little, see if Tim had the right glue to fix the shattered pieces.
Jason's eyes stayed locked on Tim's as he spoke a sad look in his eyes. ]
Say it again...
[ he spoke low before kissing Tim back just as deeply as he could, his hands moving to explore Tim's body, just wanting to know more about the one that came after him. The one opening possibilities to him.]
[The sound Tim makes into the kiss as Jason's hands move over him, searching out the shape of him through his clothes - it's just this side of a moan. Quiet, muffled, a measure satisfied but still wanting more. He's breathless by the time the kiss breaks. Tim curls fingers into Jason's hair and kisses him again, shorter this time, pausing to answer Jason's request.]
You're not a bad person, Jason. You're better than you give yourself credit for.
[Maybe everyone can use someone else who can be a mirror, show them who they are outside of their own perception. Tim's more than willing to be that for Jason.]
[ His fingers trailed over the fabric, the teasing feel of the a barrier between them. It was kind of poetic in a way. The noise Tim makes fuels him to be a bit more bold. Run into a building of armed drug dealers, no biggie, make out with someone he actually gave a damn about losing, well, that left more worry. Though, Tim's words had melted some but worry was still there.
Jason's eyes trailed Tim's features just before their lips joined again. The eyes slipping shut as he kissed back once more, his fingers dared to slide just barely under his shirt, to skirt just above the pants line. ]
Don't, don't try to paint it better, it's enough. I'm not better, but good, good is nice to hear.
[ He admitted low, the eyes sliding open again to look at Tim a silent moment. At the request, Jason moved, his fingers slipping free, flipping them in a fast fluid act to pin Tim back down on the bed as he had been.]
[He's ready to argue with Jason, insist that his claim is true - Jason's a better person than he thinks, and Tim can see that, clear as day - but he's caught off guard by Jason's movement to switch their positions. The arguments he'd been gathering melt on his tongue, lost to the burst of dizzy laughter that emerges from the back of Tim's throat when he finds himself pressed back into the mattress with Jason's weight on top of him. Tim looks up at Jason, eyes bright, grin playfully challenging.]
You wanna fight me on this, Jay? 'Cause I will, you know.
[Tim reaches up to get the side of Jason's jaw under his open hand again, searching just to touch him.]
[ Jason made sure to balance most of his weight on his arms to not put all of it on Tim. He managed one of those bright grin's at the laughter, it felt good to hear Tim laugh. He couldn't help but puff up a little proud. ]
Please, we've done this tango before, I'd wipe the floor with you, Timbers. Just accept it and enjoy the moment. It's all we have is a serious of moments tossed in with the shit life gives us.
[ He spoke, shifting his weight a bit to his elboes so he could move a hand and softly card his fingers in Tim's hair again.]
[Jason's a pleasant weight - warm, secure, comfortable. Tim's enjoying this arrangement more than he could put into words, just as he's enjoying the sensation of Jason's fingers moving through his hair. It's just - nice, having Jason's attention, without the shadow of uncertainty as to where he stands with him that's plagued so many of Tim's interactions with Jason. Even last night, Tim wasn't sure if Jason really meant for the morning to turn out like this, but now - now he feels certain. Jason wants him too. And Tim can't stop smiling over it, more drunk on elation than he'd been on the beers last night.]
[ Tim's words tugged a playful look onto Jason's face, his eyes rolling playfully as he looked down at Tim. He knew what a bad idea it was to given into something like this, it would paint a target on Tim, but Tim was Red Robin. Tim could handle himself. It meant pushing that worry aside and for once taking something being offered.
He leaned down again, kissing Tim firmly, not knowing what else to say instead he spoke with his body kissing him the best he could in that moment. ]
[Kissing Tim is a very effective way to get him to stop talking. The movement of Jason's mouth on his is a language of its own, one where where words aren't necessary, and Tim replies in kind, kissing back with just as much force, one hand sliding into Jason's hair while the other wraps around his back and pulls Jason down, closer.
But he can't stay quiet for long. The kiss ends, Tim has to pause to take in air, and he can breathe and talk at the same time, so his mouth starts running all over again, murmuring right into Jason's ear:]
God, Jay, I want you. I want you to take off my clothes, I want your hands on me, I want - I want you to make me forget everything except how you feel.
[Tim's hands slide down Jason's sides, stop and curl around his hips.]
[ Kissing Tim and being kissed back in kind did wonders for both his self esteem and desires, even if he had already made up his mind before he even fell asleep last night, it rose the idea of possibility in his mind.... among rising other things.
He was a young healthy guy, nothing wrong with it.
And having just woke up, it was completely natural.
When Tim murmered in his ear it sent a shiver through him, desire trying to overpower his stubborn will.]
Fuck Timbers...
[ He grumbled low, his face pulling back enough to look at Tim.]
I do, god I want to undress you and make you come undone... but. You deserve more than this.
[ He leaned down and kissed his forehead.]
Maybe a real date before I peel your clothes off? Yes, this is me asking you on a date before you question it.
Last night was not a date. Last night was just a bit of fun.
[ Which those fingers slipping under his waistband was teasing as well, and got a hitched breath. it'd been to long, and despite his mind saying slow down, his body was amped up and ready, touch starved and eager for the promises those fingers had.
Something close to a growl escaped.]
Fuck it....
[ He muttered, shifting his hips closer, wanting more of the feel Tim.]
[Tim laughs, breath warm and close to Jason's skin as his lips trail down to Jason's collarbone, where he places another slow, soft kiss, then continues to present his evidence.]
Jason ... you took me out, bought me drinks, then took me to a hotel to spend the night sleeping with you. If that's not a date, I don't know what is.
[It feels good, having Jason pressed up against him, feeling that he's this turned on already, and they've barely done more than kiss. Tim's feeling bold because of it, unstoppable; he slips his entire hand under Jason's boxers, palms the curve of his ass - squeezes, still grinning.]
Mm, I've got a few things in my jacket pocket. How prepared I am really depends on what you had in mind, specifically, as far as making me come undone is concerned.
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The way Jason words the proposal is oddly poetic - something of a paradox to the image he presents to the world. Tim finds himself instantly charmed by it, though, grinning as he turns his head into the side of Jason's neck to lay another kiss under his ear.]
Just Tim, OK? And yeah ... I do. I don't know much about gardens, but I want to walk with you. I want to know you. I want you.
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[ Tim had problems that much was for sure, sometimes Jason worried about his replacement but rarely voiced it. Just dropping in exchanging info and vanishing into the night. This was a change in dynamic that he wasn't sure about but that he was willing to cross the storm seas to try.
Time was no civilian he knew what he was getting into when he kissed on Jason like he was. Opening minds to a new possibility. Jason moved an arm protectively around him and kissed his head. Those dark locks .]
Sure, Timberly. Got it. I'll teach you plenty about gardens and the world outside of your tech. [ a groan escaped him at the kisses on his neck started spiking his blood pressure.]
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Is that OK? Did I - ?
[Did I do something wrong?]
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Shit, no, no, it's fine, Timbo. It's fine. I promise.
[ He looked back to Tim.]
We're good, you didn't have to stop.
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You don't want me to stop? OK.
[Tim shifts up, slides a knee between Jason's, presses in close again. He's still wearing all his clothes from the night before, but Jason's warm, and Tim takes a moment to savor the heat seeping in through the fabric. Then he turns his head in to the side of Jason's neck and places another slow kiss under his ear.]
I won't stop until you say so.
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[ He asked a bit lower, his tone changing with the promise of fun. When Tim moved over him his arms move down, holding Tim's hip bones through his clothes looking up at his eyes through his hair until he descended down. He didn't intend to leave them as they were for long, but to let Tim have his fun for now.
His scar from the batarang wasn't to much further down from where Tim was kissing. Near a visible tan line from his time living on the island with Kori and Roy. He was never made for tropical places. ]
Shit, seriously, who have you been practicing on, they need a fruit basket...
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[Tim smiles against Jason's neck, brings his hand to the other side of Jason's face, traces fingertips along the line of his jaw. He likes the grip of Jason's hands on his hips, hums a quiet pleased note into the next kiss he leaves an inch farther down on Jason's skin.]
I told you, Jason. I don't kiss and tell.
[Stephanie, mostly. Girls are much better kissers and Tim learned a lot from her.]
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[ Jason closes his eyes and just takes in the feeling of Tim's lips. Letting Tim explore him as he wanted to for now. ]
It was still a joke, your just real good, Timbers.
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Trying to flatter me, Jay? You don't have to.
[He turns and rests his head against Jason's shoulder, slowly sliding the tip of his finger up to the edge of Jason's bottom lip.]
I'm not going anywhere.
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[ Did he ever tell the other bats his dating history? Hell no. He wasn't giving Grayson ammo to tease or try to octopus hug. He expected Timbers here would do a full background check and Damian... he didn't want to humor if he decided to care.
He couldn't help another shiver that ran through him when Tim kissed his scar. Parting his lips to nip at Tim's finger, as he moved a hand from Tim's hip to his spine, running it softly over his shirt.]
I know, I'm just enjoying waking up for once. You enjoying yourself, Timbo?
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[Tim's eyes cut up to Jason's, curious. It's harder to run a background check on someone who is, legally speaking, a ghost; the revelation is surprising, but also not. Tim figures he can't be the only person on the planet who's ever been attracted to Jason. What's surprising is that he actually let someone in close enough to become an ex. Despite how long Tim's watched Jason, how closely he's paid attention, there's still so much he doesn't know about him, so many gaps in Jason's history that Tim would like to fill in and thus create a more complete portrait of Jason Peter Todd.
So he asks, gently - inviting Jason to say more if he wants, but not demanding an answer. He can take his time learning the ins and outs of Jason, the secrets and the scars - like the one on his neck. There's a story behind every scar, and Tim wants to learn them all.
For now, though, he's content with Jason just as he his - warm, a hand at his back, allowing Tim to come closer than he ever has before. It's all Tim never dared to fully hope for, and he smiles, turning his head into Jason's chest, stretching his arm out to rest his free hand over Jason's heart.]
Mm, I am. Could almost go back to sleep just to wake up all over again.
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[ He offered at the questioning tone. Mostly just to ease the throbbing in his chest. Wanting to hear someone tell him he was dumb. The way Roy or Kori would if they were there. He did his best to keep anyone connected to the Bats from knowing what he gets up to when he's not home. Desperately wanting to be far from them all... and yet just wanting someone to care enough to call. Even if he'd curse them out.
He keeps his arms around Tim, holding the smaller close, enjoying the warmth, the touch and all of it.]
Jeeze, your a sap, you know that?
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What he says about Isabel - he's not wrong. Tim hasn't had much luck with anyone who wasn't also a mask, and this lifestyle does put people in the crossfire, whether they're romantic interests or simply innocent bystanders. Tim is acutely aware of the lifetime of mistakes he's made, missteps that got people hurt or killed, and he can never forget about them, and he wouldn't want to.
Jason's wrong about one thing, though. Tim pushes himself up a little so he's hovering over Jason, still straddled against his leg, and stares down at him, blue eyes wide and sober.]
You're not a bad person, Jason.
[Then he leans down, kisses him deeply, takes back every inch of space that he can.]
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Jason's eyes stayed locked on Tim's as he spoke a sad look in his eyes. ]
Say it again...
[ he spoke low before kissing Tim back just as deeply as he could, his hands moving to explore Tim's body, just wanting to know more about the one that came after him. The one opening possibilities to him.]
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You're not a bad person, Jason. You're better than you give yourself credit for.
[Maybe everyone can use someone else who can be a mirror, show them who they are outside of their own perception. Tim's more than willing to be that for Jason.]
Don't stop touching me, Jay. Please.
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Jason's eyes trailed Tim's features just before their lips joined again. The eyes slipping shut as he kissed back once more, his fingers dared to slide just barely under his shirt, to skirt just above the pants line. ]
Don't, don't try to paint it better, it's enough. I'm not better, but good, good is nice to hear.
[ He admitted low, the eyes sliding open again to look at Tim a silent moment. At the request, Jason moved, his fingers slipping free, flipping them in a fast fluid act to pin Tim back down on the bed as he had been.]
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You wanna fight me on this, Jay? 'Cause I will, you know.
[Tim reaches up to get the side of Jason's jaw under his open hand again, searching just to touch him.]
I'll fight for you.
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Please, we've done this tango before, I'd wipe the floor with you, Timbers. Just accept it and enjoy the moment. It's all we have is a serious of moments tossed in with the shit life gives us.
[ He spoke, shifting his weight a bit to his elboes so he could move a hand and softly card his fingers in Tim's hair again.]
I know you will, I'd rather you not.
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Just try to stop me.
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He leaned down again, kissing Tim firmly, not knowing what else to say instead he spoke with his body kissing him the best he could in that moment. ]
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But he can't stay quiet for long. The kiss ends, Tim has to pause to take in air, and he can breathe and talk at the same time, so his mouth starts running all over again, murmuring right into Jason's ear:]
God, Jay, I want you. I want you to take off my clothes, I want your hands on me, I want - I want you to make me forget everything except how you feel.
[Tim's hands slide down Jason's sides, stop and curl around his hips.]
Do you want me, Jay?
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He was a young healthy guy, nothing wrong with it.
And having just woke up, it was completely natural.
When Tim murmered in his ear it sent a shiver through him, desire trying to overpower his stubborn will.]
Fuck Timbers...
[ He grumbled low, his face pulling back enough to look at Tim.]
I do, god I want to undress you and make you come undone... but. You deserve more than this.
[ He leaned down and kissed his forehead.]
Maybe a real date before I peel your clothes off? Yes, this is me asking you on a date before you question it.
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[He grins up at Jason, slowly slipping his fingertips underneath Jason's waistband.]
'Cause it was for me.
[Tim tilts his head up, nudges his mouth under Jason's chin to leave a kiss close to his throat.]
I don't care about what you think I deserve, Jason. What I want is you.
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[ Which those fingers slipping under his waistband was teasing as well, and got a hitched breath. it'd been to long, and despite his mind saying slow down, his body was amped up and ready, touch starved and eager for the promises those fingers had.
Something close to a growl escaped.]
Fuck it....
[ He muttered, shifting his hips closer, wanting more of the feel Tim.]
How prepared are you, Boy Wonder?
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Jason ... you took me out, bought me drinks, then took me to a hotel to spend the night sleeping with you. If that's not a date, I don't know what is.
[It feels good, having Jason pressed up against him, feeling that he's this turned on already, and they've barely done more than kiss. Tim's feeling bold because of it, unstoppable; he slips his entire hand under Jason's boxers, palms the curve of his ass - squeezes, still grinning.]
Mm, I've got a few things in my jacket pocket. How prepared I am really depends on what you had in mind, specifically, as far as making me come undone is concerned.
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