ten am on a saturday morning (DC College AU)
Title: ten am on a saturday morning
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-el, Bart Allen, and Jaime Reyes
Fandom: DC
Rating: PG
Summary: Jaime's roommates are morning people...
Disclaimer:None of these characters belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Jaime isn’t really sure what to think when he walks into the common area of their suite to his roommates all crowded around the huge flat screen that most certainly wasn’t there when he went to bed at one in the morning after finally convincing his parents that his roommates wouldn’t eat him if then went back to their hotel without him.
“Good morning,” Bart chirps as he wiggles around until he’s mostly hanging off of the back of the couch and Kon has to grab for his legs to keep him from falling and landing on his head. “I can’t believe you slept through everything. Kon had guys all over the place and they’reallgonenowbut-”
Jaime holds up a hand to pause Bart mid-sentence. “Slow down,” he grumbles as the younger boy bounces in place on the couch and beams at him. “I just got up: you’re going to have to speak a helluva lot slower if you want me to understand you before I get some caffeine in my system.”
“There’s coffee in the pot,” Tim points out helpfully from where he sits catty-corner to the TV with a laptop balanced across his lap and a steaming mug of coffee cupped in his hands. “You can use one of my mugs if you didn’t bring any.”
Jaime nods his head in thanks and makes his way over to where a brand new coffee pot is sitting next to the battered blue microwave that he had brought from home. “Was this here last night?”
He’s not expecting an answer but when he raises up from pulling a dark blue mug out of the dish drainer, Bart is there beaming at him. To his credit, Jaime only makes a tiny high pitched squeak for a fraction of a second and he doesn’t drop the mug in his hands (although he does manage to hit his hip hard against the counter).
Bart doesn’t seem to have any concept of personal space and he presses up close against Jaime’s side as he ignores the mournful look that Jaime casts in the direction of the coffeepot. “I was trying to tell you,” he breathes as he bounces in place against Jaime. “We went to Walmart last night to get stuff and you were asleep andTimhasacarsowecango-”
“Breathe, Bart,” Tim calls out. “Let Jaime get some coffee before he bites your head off.”
Bart pouts up at Jaime for a second before hugging the dark-skinned teenager around the waist and then bounding back over to the couch. When he leaps over the back of the couch in a hasty flip, he nearly slides off into the TV and only the quick grab that Kon makes for the waistband of his pajama pants saves him from wrecking the place.
When Jaime glances over at where Tim is sitting, the other boy raises his mug in a silent salute and the taller boy feels his cheeks warm.
Yeah, he’s not sure about much, but Jaime can definitely say that he likes living with these guys.
At least, he won’t be bored.
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-el, Bart Allen, and Jaime Reyes
Fandom: DC
Rating: PG
Summary: Jaime's roommates are morning people...
Disclaimer:None of these characters belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Jaime isn’t really sure what to think when he walks into the common area of their suite to his roommates all crowded around the huge flat screen that most certainly wasn’t there when he went to bed at one in the morning after finally convincing his parents that his roommates wouldn’t eat him if then went back to their hotel without him.
“Good morning,” Bart chirps as he wiggles around until he’s mostly hanging off of the back of the couch and Kon has to grab for his legs to keep him from falling and landing on his head. “I can’t believe you slept through everything. Kon had guys all over the place and they’reallgonenowbut-”
Jaime holds up a hand to pause Bart mid-sentence. “Slow down,” he grumbles as the younger boy bounces in place on the couch and beams at him. “I just got up: you’re going to have to speak a helluva lot slower if you want me to understand you before I get some caffeine in my system.”
“There’s coffee in the pot,” Tim points out helpfully from where he sits catty-corner to the TV with a laptop balanced across his lap and a steaming mug of coffee cupped in his hands. “You can use one of my mugs if you didn’t bring any.”
Jaime nods his head in thanks and makes his way over to where a brand new coffee pot is sitting next to the battered blue microwave that he had brought from home. “Was this here last night?”
He’s not expecting an answer but when he raises up from pulling a dark blue mug out of the dish drainer, Bart is there beaming at him. To his credit, Jaime only makes a tiny high pitched squeak for a fraction of a second and he doesn’t drop the mug in his hands (although he does manage to hit his hip hard against the counter).
Bart doesn’t seem to have any concept of personal space and he presses up close against Jaime’s side as he ignores the mournful look that Jaime casts in the direction of the coffeepot. “I was trying to tell you,” he breathes as he bounces in place against Jaime. “We went to Walmart last night to get stuff and you were asleep andTimhasacarsowecango-”
“Breathe, Bart,” Tim calls out. “Let Jaime get some coffee before he bites your head off.”
Bart pouts up at Jaime for a second before hugging the dark-skinned teenager around the waist and then bounding back over to the couch. When he leaps over the back of the couch in a hasty flip, he nearly slides off into the TV and only the quick grab that Kon makes for the waistband of his pajama pants saves him from wrecking the place.
When Jaime glances over at where Tim is sitting, the other boy raises his mug in a silent salute and the taller boy feels his cheeks warm.
Yeah, he’s not sure about much, but Jaime can definitely say that he likes living with these guys.
At least, he won’t be bored.