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.
[ He spoke a little breathless, being touch starved and buzzing with desire from the affection and wandering hands. This was not how he pictured the morning going, but he also wasn't about to complain much either.
The squeeze is rewarded with an amused noise rumbling deep within Jason's body as he dipped his head to the exposed side of Tim's neck, and places a kiss there, sucking at the skin to mark him in a place harder to hide in street clothes. A mark to make it harder to hide afterwards. But, after a few moments of sucking on the skin of his neck he lifted his head.]
Wait wait. Your telling me you brought that kind of stuff to go out drinking with me? Were you expecting to get laid?
[ He laid on the playful shock, while he was shocked it wasn't as much as he played it up.]
[Tim gasps softly, pleased, and laughs. Everyone will be able to see that mark, and it feels almost like Jason's saying Tim is his, and Tim is absolutely fine with that.]
Expecting? No ... but I was prepared. Just in case. [He grins, devilish.] I'm always prepared.
[For just about anything, really. Tim honestly didn't expect last night to turn into this morning the way it has, but anything could've happened when he went out with Jason. So yeah, of course he's prepared. Bruce taught him well.]
[ Jason so rarely got nice things and got to keep them. Markings Tim's skin, was almost like a way of telling the world this nice thing will be his. He'd be pissed if it crashed and burned, but he would always be a little pessimistic. ]
I should have expected that.
[ Really, he should have, it was Tim Drake. As much as he hated admitting it, Tim was damn good at nearly all Tim does... outside of being a functioning human.
It was Jason's turn to move an exploding hand down, teasing at the hem of Tim's pants again.] Want me to get up so you can take some of this off? I'm feeling a little under dressed here.
Hey, you're the one who insisted you had to sleep like this.
[Not that Tim minded, of course. He would've preferred curling up against Jason's bare chest for the night, but it was actually kind of sweet, in a way, how Jason insisted on keeping Tim rolled over the other way so he wouldn't asphyxiate in the middle of the night. He shrugs one shoulder and reluctantly removes his hands from Jason, unbuttoning the first button on his shirt.]
I guess I could ...
[Then he stops, grins again, slips his hands back down to Jason's hips and pulls him gently in.]
[ A real thing that Jason didn't have, he just didn't like sleeping fully dressed. Night terrors brought night sweats and, no thank you. He would be the worst person ever if he let Tim asphyxiate next to him while he slept. Good luck explaining that to Bruce... not to mention growing up with Catherine. He was an old hand at it.
Jason arched one of those brows when Tim stopped and pulled him back in. A wicked grin crossed his features as Jason shifted to put both hands on Tim's shirt.]
Don't cry later.
[ Was all he said before yanking both halves of the shirt, he wanted to make the buttons fly. ]
[ That smug tone escaping as he leaned in more, closing his lips over newly exposed skin, kissing roughly down Tim's pecs, while his hands explored on. ]
[Well. Tim can't really complain about Jason kissing over his chest, that's for sure. He settles back onto the bed, eyes falling shut, fingers reaching to twist into Jason's hair, a soft murmur of approval hovering in the back of his throat.]
[ He muttered between kisses, he couldn't tell for sure what flipped the switch but now he just wanted to make more of those noises come from Tim. His calloused hands trailing over the exposed flesh as his lips traveled down.]
[His breaths start to feel heavier in his lungs the farther down Jason's mouth and hands move.]
I want ...
[You is all Tim can think, but that's not really what Jason's asking, is it. Jason's asking specifics and Tim doesn't really know what specifically he wants from Jason - hasn't been here like this before, not with another guy, and is suddenly left feeling self-conscious about his lack of experience. Mouth pressed into a frown, he slips a hand to the side of Jason's jaw.]
I don't really care what you do, Jason, I just want you to touch me. What - [he sucks in a quick, shallow breath] - what do you want most?
[ The fingers on his jaw encourage him on, he shifts enough to kiss the fingers before moving further down, no denying he's moving towards Tim's pants. Leaving kisses, and scraps of stubble along his path. When the question is asked, hes already feeling emotionally exposed, so he speaks without thought. ]
To be loved.
[ The words spoken in Russian of all things as he worked on kissing, he doubted he would ever truly be loved, but he could do this just fine. Sitting up enough to start undoing Tim's pants to try and get rid of that which is in his way.]
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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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[ He spoke a little breathless, being touch starved and buzzing with desire from the affection and wandering hands. This was not how he pictured the morning going, but he also wasn't about to complain much either.
The squeeze is rewarded with an amused noise rumbling deep within Jason's body as he dipped his head to the exposed side of Tim's neck, and places a kiss there, sucking at the skin to mark him in a place harder to hide in street clothes. A mark to make it harder to hide afterwards. But, after a few moments of sucking on the skin of his neck he lifted his head.]
Wait wait. Your telling me you brought that kind of stuff to go out drinking with me? Were you expecting to get laid?
[ He laid on the playful shock, while he was shocked it wasn't as much as he played it up.]
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Expecting? No ... but I was prepared. Just in case. [He grins, devilish.] I'm always prepared.
[For just about anything, really. Tim honestly didn't expect last night to turn into this morning the way it has, but anything could've happened when he went out with Jason. So yeah, of course he's prepared. Bruce taught him well.]
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I should have expected that.
[ Really, he should have, it was Tim Drake. As much as he hated admitting it, Tim was damn good at nearly all Tim does... outside of being a functioning human.
It was Jason's turn to move an exploding hand down, teasing at the hem of Tim's pants again.] Want me to get up so you can take some of this off? I'm feeling a little under dressed here.
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[Not that Tim minded, of course. He would've preferred curling up against Jason's bare chest for the night, but it was actually kind of sweet, in a way, how Jason insisted on keeping Tim rolled over the other way so he wouldn't asphyxiate in the middle of the night. He shrugs one shoulder and reluctantly removes his hands from Jason, unbuttoning the first button on his shirt.]
I guess I could ...
[Then he stops, grins again, slips his hands back down to Jason's hips and pulls him gently in.]
Or maybe you could take my clothes off yourself.
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[ A real thing that Jason didn't have, he just didn't like sleeping fully dressed. Night terrors brought night sweats and, no thank you. He would be the worst person ever if he let Tim asphyxiate next to him while he slept. Good luck explaining that to Bruce... not to mention growing up with Catherine. He was an old hand at it.
Jason arched one of those brows when Tim stopped and pulled him back in. A wicked grin crossed his features as Jason shifted to put both hands on Tim's shirt.]
Don't cry later.
[ Was all he said before yanking both halves of the shirt, he wanted to make the buttons fly. ]
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[Tim's eyes pop wide open in surprise when his shirt's torn open. He laughs, but struggles at sitting up in protest.]
That's my only shirt, you jerk!
[Still laughing, though - he's not angry, just playing at outrage.]
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[ That smug tone escaping as he leaned in more, closing his lips over newly exposed skin, kissing roughly down Tim's pecs, while his hands explored on. ]
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You're lucky I like you.
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[ He muttered between kisses, he couldn't tell for sure what flipped the switch but now he just wanted to make more of those noises come from Tim. His calloused hands trailing over the exposed flesh as his lips traveled down.]
Tell me what you want most.
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I want ...
[You is all Tim can think, but that's not really what Jason's asking, is it. Jason's asking specifics and Tim doesn't really know what specifically he wants from Jason - hasn't been here like this before, not with another guy, and is suddenly left feeling self-conscious about his lack of experience. Mouth pressed into a frown, he slips a hand to the side of Jason's jaw.]
I don't really care what you do, Jason, I just want you to touch me. What - [he sucks in a quick, shallow breath] - what do you want most?
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To be loved.
[ The words spoken in Russian of all things as he worked on kissing, he doubted he would ever truly be loved, but he could do this just fine. Sitting up enough to start undoing Tim's pants to try and get rid of that which is in his way.]
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