Fic: Snuggle Therapy
Snuggle Therapy
Characters: Dick, Jason
Rating: PG (language)
Summery: Jay receives some much needed hugs.
Authors Notes: A little scene that might be part of something larger in the future. This one is for you, vespertila.
The couch is surprisingly comfortable and kind to his sore body. Long night, but it had been productive. As had been the case for the last few weeks, Dick invited him back to his apartment with the promise of food. His predecessor is a surprisingly good cook and Jason isn’t one to turn down free food.
Of course he knows what this is about; Dick made the abundantly clear when he tracked the former Red Hood down. Family. Something Jason has said wants and yet something that scares him. The possibility is there, tantalizingly so, but so are the terms. All the stupid hoops. God damn Bruce!
But this isn’t the Manor and he doesn’t have to deal with the anal retentive bastard. No, all he has to deal with is the octopus in a human shape named Dick Grayson. Oh for crying out loud! He’d just closed his eyes and here’s Goldie wedging himself between Jason and the back the couch, wrapping an arm and leg about him. Is that the idiot's nose in his hair?!
Without opening his eyes, he growls, “Get the hell off me, Goldie.” He can feel the other’s smirk.
“Awww, but I’m comfy.”
Infuriating brat.
“Tough. Off. Now.” When the response to that is a tightening of the hug, Jason shifts and opens an eye to glare at the man. He gets grinned at for his effort.
“The quesadillas aren’t done yet,” Dick says as if that explains everything. In his mind it probably does. “Close your eyes, Jay-bird.” One hand has moved into his hair and is gently scratching his scalp. It…actually feels nice.
While his lips are still turn down in a disagreeable scowl, Jason does close his eyes. It’s a good thing Dick can cook, he grumbles in his own mind.
Characters: Dick, Jason
Rating: PG (language)
Summery: Jay receives some much needed hugs.
Authors Notes: A little scene that might be part of something larger in the future. This one is for you, vespertila.
The couch is surprisingly comfortable and kind to his sore body. Long night, but it had been productive. As had been the case for the last few weeks, Dick invited him back to his apartment with the promise of food. His predecessor is a surprisingly good cook and Jason isn’t one to turn down free food.
Of course he knows what this is about; Dick made the abundantly clear when he tracked the former Red Hood down. Family. Something Jason has said wants and yet something that scares him. The possibility is there, tantalizingly so, but so are the terms. All the stupid hoops. God damn Bruce!
But this isn’t the Manor and he doesn’t have to deal with the anal retentive bastard. No, all he has to deal with is the octopus in a human shape named Dick Grayson. Oh for crying out loud! He’d just closed his eyes and here’s Goldie wedging himself between Jason and the back the couch, wrapping an arm and leg about him. Is that the idiot's nose in his hair?!
Without opening his eyes, he growls, “Get the hell off me, Goldie.” He can feel the other’s smirk.
“Awww, but I’m comfy.”
Infuriating brat.
“Tough. Off. Now.” When the response to that is a tightening of the hug, Jason shifts and opens an eye to glare at the man. He gets grinned at for his effort.
“The quesadillas aren’t done yet,” Dick says as if that explains everything. In his mind it probably does. “Close your eyes, Jay-bird.” One hand has moved into his hair and is gently scratching his scalp. It…actually feels nice.
While his lips are still turn down in a disagreeable scowl, Jason does close his eyes. It’s a good thing Dick can cook, he grumbles in his own mind.