Little Lonely Boy is not so Little or Lonely Anymore
I am so sad!! Last chapter, guys. ;A; But I promise to take prompts for this verse! :D
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Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 6
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, fluff, etc
“You can’t stop me from going out on patrol, Dick!”
“Please, Jason! It’s not that we don’t trust you - ”
“Except that it totally is, isn’t it?”
“ - but we would feel better if you would stay here!” Dick’s voice is desperate, pleading.
Jason’s growl is low and terrifying, “You know what? Fuck you. I don’t have to deal with this.”
“Jason - ” Dick reaches out but Jason smacks the extended arm away harshly.
“No. Fuck off. I can’t deal with you. I can’t deal with Bruce being an asshole who can’t obviously hide his disappointment. I can’t deal with the shrunken brat that you all can’t stop talking about! No one wants me here. I. Am. Leaving.” Jason turns towards the stairs that lead up to the mansion.
Tim is standing on those steps.
The baggy shirt he’s wearing practically hangs off his shoulders and Jason recognizes it as one he had when he was ten. It’s huge on the kid. Then he notices the thin arms pulled against the small chest, little hands clutching the shirt tightly.
There are tears streaming down his face.
Jason’s heart stops. “Tim - ”
Then suddenly the boy is gone, the clock left swinging behind him.
“Tim!” And Jason’s past the clock before he can even realize he’s moving. He ignores Dick’s voice calling after him. All he can think about are those frozen blue eyes.
He runs through the house, headed straight for Tim’s room on instinct. He reaches the door and trying the knob reveals that it’s locked. He barely manages to restrain himself from breaking the door down. Instead he pounds a fist against it, growling, before his whole body seems to melt against the wooden frame.
He’s never felt such regret before.
“Tim!” He mutters, knocking his forehead against the door. “Tim, babybird, please! I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it! Dick was being an asshole and I just got so mad…” His voice lowers even more. “Please, Tim, let me in.”
There’s silence for a long time. Just when Jason’s about to give up, there’s the quiet sound of footsteps from behind the door. There’s a soft click of the lock and the footsteps fade away. He waits a few moments before standing and gently opening the door.
Jason peeks in and the first thing he sees is a tiny lump under the covers of Tim’s large bed. He steps in and quietly closes the door behind him, locking it again.
The lump doesn’t move.
He slowly makes his way over to the bed, toeing off his boots along the way. He reaches the bed and just stands by the side, staring at the lump and wondering when he became so damn soft.
But then the covers shift and Jason finds himself on the bed, kneeling next to Tim with one arm on each side of the tiny, covered form. He tugs on the blankets a bit, only for them to be pulled tighter.
So Jason lies down on his side and draws the bundle into his arms. He holds tighter against the squirming until it stops. They lie like that for a while until Tim rolls over in Jason’s hold to face him.
Not that Jason can see him.
The man holds Tim closer and uses one hand to tug down the blanket until he can see Tim’s eyes and his little pointed nose. The blue eyes are red and shiny from tears.
Jason’s never seen Tim cry before. Not when he held him hostage to scare Bruce. Not when he attacked him in the tower. Not even during their fight for Batman’s cowl. Never.
He uses a thumb to gently wipe away the wetness under Tim’s eyes. The boy sighs and relaxes against Jason, using the big arm under his head as a pillow.
Finished wiping away the tears, Jason’s arms curl around Tim and pull him even closer.
Jason brushes a hand against Tim’s face, making the boy look up. When they make eye contact, Jason speaks, “I’m sorry, babybird.” Tim buries his face in Jason’s shoulder. “Really. I never apologize. But I have to because…” he sighs and runs a hand through soft hair. “You’re just… special, I guess.”
Jason mentally starts beating himself. He is so not used to this crap. But Tim’s managed to worm his way into Jason’s heart somehow. Maybe it was those sad little smiles. Or the quiet laughs that made Jason wonder how often he did that and have him wanting to make the boy laugh more often. Or maybe it was just those beautiful blue eyes that would look at Jason like he was the best thing to ever happen.
He shakes his head, chasing away those thoughts, and looks down at Tim. The boy is staring up at him with those doe eyes and Jason’s mouth twitches.
Tim purses his lips, “…Jason?”
“Yeah, babybird?”
“…” Tim presses his face against Jason’s chest. His voice is a bit muffled when he finally speaks, “You’re still leaving, aren’t you?”
Jason’s heart drops, “I - ”
“It’s okay,” Tim’s voice is a whisper. “I understand.”
Jason’s heart and mind scream at each other before he makes his decision. “No, babybird. I’m going to stay.”
The boy seems to stop breathing for a moment before taking a trembling breath, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jason nods, “I’ll even try to put up with Bruce and Dick and the demon brat.”
“…Why?”
Tucking Tim into his collar and resting his chin on the boy’s head, Jason chuckles, “You’ve grown on me, kid. I’ll stay. For you.”
Jason pets the blanket-covered back while listening to soft sniffles.
Suddenly he feels something seem to take hold of him. It grabs him, pulls, and Jason can’t fight it.
He falls asleep.
_
Jason isn’t sure how much time had passed, but it can’t have been long. He blinks a few times before remembering what happened.
And the body pressed against him is definitely not that of a kid.
Long, wiry arms are wrapped around Jason’s chest. A thin, graceful figure is curved and pressed against his large, muscular one.
He shifts a bit to look…
The shirt little Tim had been wearing is stretched tightly across a slender chest, leaving very little to the imagination. Jason’s gaze continues downwards. His lower torso is exposed, leading in pale curves to slender hips.
The boxers hadn’t survived.
Something in Jason twitches.
One long leg is draped over Jason’s, twisting his body so that even partially covered by the sheet ensnaring his legs, the man can see the first bit of the curve of his ass.
Jason fights away the heat that threatens to consume him and looks back to Tim’s face. He brushes some of the longish hair away from the younger man’s face and then cups his chin. Jason runs a thumb along the curve of the cheek.
It’s pretty obvious to Jason what Tim wanted, now. He chuckles lightly, a bit stunned that he’d been wanted at all. Especially by someone he hurt so much in the past.
A smirk forms as Tim’s long, girly eyelashes flutter a bit before opening slightly to show bleary blue. Jason moves his hand to rest on the nape of Tim’s neck and the eyes snap open. They focus in on Jason and then look extremely confused.
Jason feels the leg over his move and those eyes widen. The hold he has on Tim keeps the man from jumping away, but then he starts to struggle, blushing madly all the while. Jason’s other arm is under Tim’s waist and he wraps it around the squirming man, pulling him close and stopping his moving. He rubs the back of Tim’s neck with the other hand in soothing gestures, “Calm down, babybird.”
Tim’s blush darkens and he places his hands on Jason’s chest as a way to separate them a bit more, but he does stop struggling. He looks away from Jason, focusing on anything but him.
Jason frowns at this and since Tim’s lying on his other arm, he moves the hand on Tim’s neck to his chin, turning his head to look at Jason. He raises an eyebrow at the blushing man, “I’m guessing you remember everything?”
Tim tries to look away again, but Jason tightens the grip he has on the smooth chin in warning. Tim sighs lightly,” …Yes, I do.”
Jason hums and tugs Tim closer, getting a cute little yelp in response, “I guess that makes things easier, then.”
“Makes wh- ”
A pull and lips connect.
Jason smirks a bit into the kiss as he watches Tim’s eyes widen again and feels the smaller body tense up. He secures Tim’s head with his hand and presses his lips harder against Tim’s.
A whine escapes Tim’s throat when Jason licks his lips, nudging and asking for entrance. A bit stunned, Tim gives in.
And Jason dives in.
It is overwhelming. The kiss. The heat. Jason. Tim moan and his arms seem to move of their own accord, reaching up to wrap around Jason’s neck as his eyes flutter closed. Jason devours Tim, seemingly trying to suck his soul out through his lips.
It seems like forever, or perhaps not long enough, has passed when they separate. Tim’s on his back now, arms still around Jason’s neck. Jason’s on his elbows and knees above him, hands cradling Tim’s head. His left knee is at Tim’s hip while the other is between the younger man’s long legs. Luckily for Tim’s modesty, the sheet covers enough of his lower half.
They’re both panting, breathing against each other’s lips. Enough awareness returns to Tim for a blush to bloom on his cheeks. “What…” he licks his lips and feels embarrassed as Jason’s eyes follow the action, “What was that for?”
Jason hums, “You’re really pretty. How come I never noticed that before?” He ignores Tim’s sputtering and continues, “You said you remembered everything from this past week, Tim. That means you should remember that I promised you I was going to stay.”
Tim’s eyes widen, staring up at Jason with surprise and confusion, “You mean… You’re serious?”
“Shit, Tim!”Jason growls, “You-!” He shakes himself and stares at Tim, “This is one of the reasons I’m staying. You need to learn that I keep my goddamn promises.”
“But…” Tim’s arms fall to rest on the elbows, his hands clutching at Jason’s biceps. “There’s no need for you to do that. You have your own life, things to do, and I know you don’t get along with any of us except Alfred-”
Jason silences his ramblings with another kiss.
He pulls back once Tim’s properly dazed, “None of that. You remember what I said, Tim. So shut the fuck up and deal.”
Tim blinks once. “So… why did you kiss me?”
Jason licks Tim’s lips just because the blush had been starting to fade and he wanted it back. Once his cheeks were a nice red, he responds, “Because I learned a lot about you and there was a whole bunch of it that I didn’t like. So I’m going to fix it.”
“Fix…? Fix what, exactly?”
Jason hums, “Anything I can. You need someone to take care of you and make sure you don’t kill yourself or die of loneliness or some shit like that.”
“I can take care of myself, Jason.”
“Yeah, why don’t I believe that? Anyway, you need a boyfriend. Badly. And I’ve decided to take that role.”
Tim blinks a few times, “I… I wasn’t aware it worked like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that stereotypical shit. Now, are you going to let me or do I have to make you?”
“…” Tim’s cheeks have faded to a flattering pink. He looks up at Jason through his eyelashes, who has to resist kissing the smaller man again, and then looks down again shyly. “If you really want to.”
Jason smirks and rakes his gaze over Tim, “Oh you bet I do.”
Tim squeaks and his face flares again. He kicks Jason away while pulling up the sheets to cover him, “Out!”
Jason laughs and goes to the door, unlocking and opening it, “Yes, Princess.” He leaves and shuts the door quickly, hearing the pillow Tim threw hit it.
He laughs and adjusts his clothes before heading to the stairs.
Time to tell everyone the news.
Really! Give me a situation you're curious about and I'll write it!!! (My tumblr was made for this and for stalking other people)
This is long. :| Wow. I hope you guys like it!
Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 6
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, fluff, etc
“You can’t stop me from going out on patrol, Dick!”
“Please, Jason! It’s not that we don’t trust you - ”
“Except that it totally is, isn’t it?”
“ - but we would feel better if you would stay here!” Dick’s voice is desperate, pleading.
Jason’s growl is low and terrifying, “You know what? Fuck you. I don’t have to deal with this.”
“Jason - ” Dick reaches out but Jason smacks the extended arm away harshly.
“No. Fuck off. I can’t deal with you. I can’t deal with Bruce being an asshole who can’t obviously hide his disappointment. I can’t deal with the shrunken brat that you all can’t stop talking about! No one wants me here. I. Am. Leaving.” Jason turns towards the stairs that lead up to the mansion.
Tim is standing on those steps.
The baggy shirt he’s wearing practically hangs off his shoulders and Jason recognizes it as one he had when he was ten. It’s huge on the kid. Then he notices the thin arms pulled against the small chest, little hands clutching the shirt tightly.
There are tears streaming down his face.
Jason’s heart stops. “Tim - ”
Then suddenly the boy is gone, the clock left swinging behind him.
“Tim!” And Jason’s past the clock before he can even realize he’s moving. He ignores Dick’s voice calling after him. All he can think about are those frozen blue eyes.
He runs through the house, headed straight for Tim’s room on instinct. He reaches the door and trying the knob reveals that it’s locked. He barely manages to restrain himself from breaking the door down. Instead he pounds a fist against it, growling, before his whole body seems to melt against the wooden frame.
He’s never felt such regret before.
“Tim!” He mutters, knocking his forehead against the door. “Tim, babybird, please! I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it! Dick was being an asshole and I just got so mad…” His voice lowers even more. “Please, Tim, let me in.”
There’s silence for a long time. Just when Jason’s about to give up, there’s the quiet sound of footsteps from behind the door. There’s a soft click of the lock and the footsteps fade away. He waits a few moments before standing and gently opening the door.
Jason peeks in and the first thing he sees is a tiny lump under the covers of Tim’s large bed. He steps in and quietly closes the door behind him, locking it again.
The lump doesn’t move.
He slowly makes his way over to the bed, toeing off his boots along the way. He reaches the bed and just stands by the side, staring at the lump and wondering when he became so damn soft.
But then the covers shift and Jason finds himself on the bed, kneeling next to Tim with one arm on each side of the tiny, covered form. He tugs on the blankets a bit, only for them to be pulled tighter.
So Jason lies down on his side and draws the bundle into his arms. He holds tighter against the squirming until it stops. They lie like that for a while until Tim rolls over in Jason’s hold to face him.
Not that Jason can see him.
The man holds Tim closer and uses one hand to tug down the blanket until he can see Tim’s eyes and his little pointed nose. The blue eyes are red and shiny from tears.
Jason’s never seen Tim cry before. Not when he held him hostage to scare Bruce. Not when he attacked him in the tower. Not even during their fight for Batman’s cowl. Never.
He uses a thumb to gently wipe away the wetness under Tim’s eyes. The boy sighs and relaxes against Jason, using the big arm under his head as a pillow.
Finished wiping away the tears, Jason’s arms curl around Tim and pull him even closer.
Jason brushes a hand against Tim’s face, making the boy look up. When they make eye contact, Jason speaks, “I’m sorry, babybird.” Tim buries his face in Jason’s shoulder. “Really. I never apologize. But I have to because…” he sighs and runs a hand through soft hair. “You’re just… special, I guess.”
Jason mentally starts beating himself. He is so not used to this crap. But Tim’s managed to worm his way into Jason’s heart somehow. Maybe it was those sad little smiles. Or the quiet laughs that made Jason wonder how often he did that and have him wanting to make the boy laugh more often. Or maybe it was just those beautiful blue eyes that would look at Jason like he was the best thing to ever happen.
He shakes his head, chasing away those thoughts, and looks down at Tim. The boy is staring up at him with those doe eyes and Jason’s mouth twitches.
Tim purses his lips, “…Jason?”
“Yeah, babybird?”
“…” Tim presses his face against Jason’s chest. His voice is a bit muffled when he finally speaks, “You’re still leaving, aren’t you?”
Jason’s heart drops, “I - ”
“It’s okay,” Tim’s voice is a whisper. “I understand.”
Jason’s heart and mind scream at each other before he makes his decision. “No, babybird. I’m going to stay.”
The boy seems to stop breathing for a moment before taking a trembling breath, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jason nods, “I’ll even try to put up with Bruce and Dick and the demon brat.”
“…Why?”
Tucking Tim into his collar and resting his chin on the boy’s head, Jason chuckles, “You’ve grown on me, kid. I’ll stay. For you.”
Jason pets the blanket-covered back while listening to soft sniffles.
Suddenly he feels something seem to take hold of him. It grabs him, pulls, and Jason can’t fight it.
He falls asleep.
_
Jason isn’t sure how much time had passed, but it can’t have been long. He blinks a few times before remembering what happened.
And the body pressed against him is definitely not that of a kid.
Long, wiry arms are wrapped around Jason’s chest. A thin, graceful figure is curved and pressed against his large, muscular one.
He shifts a bit to look…
The shirt little Tim had been wearing is stretched tightly across a slender chest, leaving very little to the imagination. Jason’s gaze continues downwards. His lower torso is exposed, leading in pale curves to slender hips.
The boxers hadn’t survived.
Something in Jason twitches.
One long leg is draped over Jason’s, twisting his body so that even partially covered by the sheet ensnaring his legs, the man can see the first bit of the curve of his ass.
Jason fights away the heat that threatens to consume him and looks back to Tim’s face. He brushes some of the longish hair away from the younger man’s face and then cups his chin. Jason runs a thumb along the curve of the cheek.
It’s pretty obvious to Jason what Tim wanted, now. He chuckles lightly, a bit stunned that he’d been wanted at all. Especially by someone he hurt so much in the past.
A smirk forms as Tim’s long, girly eyelashes flutter a bit before opening slightly to show bleary blue. Jason moves his hand to rest on the nape of Tim’s neck and the eyes snap open. They focus in on Jason and then look extremely confused.
Jason feels the leg over his move and those eyes widen. The hold he has on Tim keeps the man from jumping away, but then he starts to struggle, blushing madly all the while. Jason’s other arm is under Tim’s waist and he wraps it around the squirming man, pulling him close and stopping his moving. He rubs the back of Tim’s neck with the other hand in soothing gestures, “Calm down, babybird.”
Tim’s blush darkens and he places his hands on Jason’s chest as a way to separate them a bit more, but he does stop struggling. He looks away from Jason, focusing on anything but him.
Jason frowns at this and since Tim’s lying on his other arm, he moves the hand on Tim’s neck to his chin, turning his head to look at Jason. He raises an eyebrow at the blushing man, “I’m guessing you remember everything?”
Tim tries to look away again, but Jason tightens the grip he has on the smooth chin in warning. Tim sighs lightly,” …Yes, I do.”
Jason hums and tugs Tim closer, getting a cute little yelp in response, “I guess that makes things easier, then.”
“Makes wh- ”
A pull and lips connect.
Jason smirks a bit into the kiss as he watches Tim’s eyes widen again and feels the smaller body tense up. He secures Tim’s head with his hand and presses his lips harder against Tim’s.
A whine escapes Tim’s throat when Jason licks his lips, nudging and asking for entrance. A bit stunned, Tim gives in.
And Jason dives in.
It is overwhelming. The kiss. The heat. Jason. Tim moan and his arms seem to move of their own accord, reaching up to wrap around Jason’s neck as his eyes flutter closed. Jason devours Tim, seemingly trying to suck his soul out through his lips.
It seems like forever, or perhaps not long enough, has passed when they separate. Tim’s on his back now, arms still around Jason’s neck. Jason’s on his elbows and knees above him, hands cradling Tim’s head. His left knee is at Tim’s hip while the other is between the younger man’s long legs. Luckily for Tim’s modesty, the sheet covers enough of his lower half.
They’re both panting, breathing against each other’s lips. Enough awareness returns to Tim for a blush to bloom on his cheeks. “What…” he licks his lips and feels embarrassed as Jason’s eyes follow the action, “What was that for?”
Jason hums, “You’re really pretty. How come I never noticed that before?” He ignores Tim’s sputtering and continues, “You said you remembered everything from this past week, Tim. That means you should remember that I promised you I was going to stay.”
Tim’s eyes widen, staring up at Jason with surprise and confusion, “You mean… You’re serious?”
“Shit, Tim!”Jason growls, “You-!” He shakes himself and stares at Tim, “This is one of the reasons I’m staying. You need to learn that I keep my goddamn promises.”
“But…” Tim’s arms fall to rest on the elbows, his hands clutching at Jason’s biceps. “There’s no need for you to do that. You have your own life, things to do, and I know you don’t get along with any of us except Alfred-”
Jason silences his ramblings with another kiss.
He pulls back once Tim’s properly dazed, “None of that. You remember what I said, Tim. So shut the fuck up and deal.”
Tim blinks once. “So… why did you kiss me?”
Jason licks Tim’s lips just because the blush had been starting to fade and he wanted it back. Once his cheeks were a nice red, he responds, “Because I learned a lot about you and there was a whole bunch of it that I didn’t like. So I’m going to fix it.”
“Fix…? Fix what, exactly?”
Jason hums, “Anything I can. You need someone to take care of you and make sure you don’t kill yourself or die of loneliness or some shit like that.”
“I can take care of myself, Jason.”
“Yeah, why don’t I believe that? Anyway, you need a boyfriend. Badly. And I’ve decided to take that role.”
Tim blinks a few times, “I… I wasn’t aware it worked like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that stereotypical shit. Now, are you going to let me or do I have to make you?”
“…” Tim’s cheeks have faded to a flattering pink. He looks up at Jason through his eyelashes, who has to resist kissing the smaller man again, and then looks down again shyly. “If you really want to.”
Jason smirks and rakes his gaze over Tim, “Oh you bet I do.”
Tim squeaks and his face flares again. He kicks Jason away while pulling up the sheets to cover him, “Out!”
Jason laughs and goes to the door, unlocking and opening it, “Yes, Princess.” He leaves and shuts the door quickly, hearing the pillow Tim threw hit it.
He laughs and adjusts his clothes before heading to the stairs.
Time to tell everyone the news.