how could I resist?? Beginning #2, mayhaps?birdversusFebruary 4 2013, 23:22:43 UTC
The second after it happens, Tim knows, somehow inside, deep down, that it's a mistake. A big mistake. Something he can't take back no matter how he'll want to, later. Right now, though, he's incapacitated, drunk off the high of the escape, how close they cut it, just how many bullets they dodged (together), and how, upon landing, Jason wound up on top of him, half-straddling and half-crushing him.
So, in the aftermath, how could Tim resist? The hesitation in Jason was palpable, and Tim fed off it, and even at his age now, his brain was still developing, still trying to make sense of sexuality and impulse control, and he'd just thought I want this so bad and had taken it.
A kiss. An awkward, hurried, chapped-lip kiss. In the middle of a pile of newspapers in an alley, where they'd landed after leaping over the brick divider.
This is sort of perfect. Also I seem to be in need of some Jason/Tim icons.reallyiscrazyFebruary 4 2013, 23:35:25 UTC
Jason knew the moment he had landed that things were screwed. That he was screwed. He'd been trying to keep things with Tim, business. Focusing on the mission and nothing else. Keeping their interactions to simple contacts and nothing more. But they kept being caught in situations and having to work together more and more, and it was driving Jason slowly crazy (or crazier depending on who you asked
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I wish I had some to give! Fanart, that's another story >.>birdversusFebruary 4 2013, 23:48:31 UTC
The force of Jason's reciprocation knocked Tim's head back against the pavement. But he didn't even feel it, not when Jason was returning the kiss. Lips on lips, mouths moving, breaths hard and heated. Tim felt instantly dizzy, as every single ounce of blood in his body drew away from his heart and lungs and brain, jolting south, between his legs. The protective cup in his suit was starting to get a little uncomfortable about now.
Reaching up, Tim's fingers found the back of Jason's skull, sliding through the short hairs at the nape of his neck tentatively.
Re: I wish I had some to give! Fanart, that's another story >.>reallyiscrazyFebruary 4 2013, 23:59:23 UTC
Jason was sure he'd died again. Though it hadn't hurt as much as last time, there was no way this was really happening. Either he was dead, or he'd been knocked out on the way down. Tim was probably off with the Bat, celebrating that Jason was dead again. He wouldn't be lying here, arms around Jason's neck, and kissing him.
He badly wanted this to keep going, but even if it were a dream, he needed to breathe. So Jason pulled back, resting his forehead against Tim's and just taking a deep and hopefully calming breathe.
The last thing Tim wanted was for Jason to pull away. Because ending the kiss meant facing up to it, and he wasn't exactly prepared for the conversation that was going to have to ensue. Maybe not right now, but someday. Not to mention if Dick or Alfred or Damian or, God, Bruce ever found out about this.
"Don't," he blurts, wincing at what Jason asks. His lenses fixate on Jason's gaze, as much as he can with their foreheads touching, skin on skin. "Don't joke about that."
Totally just made icons from fanart... DC needs to give us more of these two.reallyiscrazyFebruary 5 2013, 02:18:19 UTC
"Not joking." He doesn't want to open his eyes. Doesn't want to see that this might all be a dream. Tim might think that he was just joking about the death thing, but if this wasn't heaven, then Jason was dreaming. And he didn't want to wake up.
"If I'm not dead, this is the best unconscious dream I've ever had." He sighed happily and pleased a kiss on Tim's forehead before moving to cup his face with his hand. His eyes opening just slightly to stare down at him. He knew he had a costume fetish, Tim always looked good in the suits. Robin, Batman, hell even his old Red Robin suit.
fuuuuucccckkk that is a nice icon you've got thar *_*birdversusFebruary 5 2013, 05:12:13 UTC
"Oh," he says. Stupid. Like he can't think of anything else, which, case in point, he can't. His brain is pretty much silent for once, his only thoughts on Jason and his mouth and the way his body feels, warm and hard, caging Tim in. Claustrophobia was never so good.
A smile spreads, slowly. "Yeah? It's not too bad on my end either."
"Could be a better location though." He relaxes a bit more, smiling down at Tim and moving to plant another small kiss to his lips. He wanted to take Tim back to his own place, have his way with him. But even saying it made him realize that maybe this was a nightmare. Tim seemed to be enjoying it, but what if he were just playing with Jason. It was possible.
With a laugh, Tim nods, gently putting his hands onto Jason's shoulders, giving him a small nudge so Tim can sit up without bumping their heads or something. Seeing Jason smile, actually smile, is putting Tim in an even more precarious situation. It looks so good. He wants to see it more often. Every day.
"I guess you mean...your place?" Tim asks, tentatively. He doubts very much Jason will want to head back to the Manor, but they need to go somewhere. Tim doesn't want to stop if he can help it.
"We'll it is closer." He stands up and holds out his hand. Dream or not, he was going to see how this all turns out. First step was to get Tim up and to his loft apartment. Which was closer than the manor, but it was still a bit of a trip. He'd have to get to one of his stashed cars, which shouldn't be hard. He had one in a building on the next block. His blue convertible. Which still had damage from his chase with Bruce, but it ran.
"Unless you had another idea." If Tim didn't want to go, he couldn't force him. But even that thought caused his heart to ache.
"No, not really," Tim says, honestly, shaking his head as he accepts Jason's hand up. Standing, now they're giving each other a bit of distance, and all the second thoughts are, of course, hitting Tim square in the face. They're basically brothers. Bruce will kill both of them if he ever found out. Dick would probably kill them too, come to think of it. And is Jason actually seriously interested, or just messing with Tim? It wouldn't be the first time. "This is kind of, um, new to me." Jason knows that, of course, but Tim's blurty mouth has to spell it out for him. He doesn't just go to someone's place after a kiss. That's not Tim. Except he wants to this time.
"We don't have to do this, Tim. Just say no and I'll send you back home and I'll disappear again." He made his voice sound as normal as possible. If Tim was having second thoughts, this was over. No matter if it were a dream or not. Jason would never force something like this on Tim. He was innocent and Jason liked him like that. He liked that no one had ever been with him, and though Jason wanted nothing more than to claim him, he wouldn't. Not if Tim even had a slight fraction of doubt.
"I don't want you to disappear," Tim whispered, the words barely getting out. His chest was so tight it hurt. Jason was giving him full control over the situation, and Tim wasn't prepared for that. Then again, he'd been the one to make the first move. Maybe he needed to push himself. "And I want to go with you. Just, kinda nervous is all." A slow grin spread over his lips. He reached out, tentatively taking hold of the right zip of Jason's jacket. "Come on. You don't wanna hear me beg...do you?"
Jason looked down at the hand attached to his zipper and gave Tim a small smile. Tim wanted this, and it was making Jason dizzy. He'd never even thought, well yes he had, but it had been a dream. He hadn't really given any serious thought into anything happening. Now, he had it.
"What if I like it when you beg?" He grabbed Tim's arm and pulled him into his chest, leaning down to kiss him gently.
Tim could swear his knees actually felt weak with that comment, and, sure, he'd walked right into it. It had been his best attempt at teasing and--no time to think about it. Jason was kissing him again, their bodies were touching, and Tim was already envisioning how far they could take things. On a patrol night. Behind Bruce's back.
Dizzied, Tim ducked his face away, breath coming fast. He hesitated like that, breathing Jason in, and then nodded. "If you wanna hear me beg, we better find somewhere besides a filthy alley."
[OOC2: Yes I will do batcest ;)]
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So, in the aftermath, how could Tim resist? The hesitation in Jason was palpable, and Tim fed off it, and even at his age now, his brain was still developing, still trying to make sense of sexuality and impulse control, and he'd just thought I want this so bad and had taken it.
A kiss. An awkward, hurried, chapped-lip kiss. In the middle of a pile of newspapers in an alley, where they'd landed after leaping over the brick divider.
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Reaching up, Tim's fingers found the back of Jason's skull, sliding through the short hairs at the nape of his neck tentatively.
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He badly wanted this to keep going, but even if it were a dream, he needed to breathe. So Jason pulled back, resting his forehead against Tim's and just taking a deep and hopefully calming breathe.
"I've died again, haven't I?"
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"Don't," he blurts, wincing at what Jason asks. His lenses fixate on Jason's gaze, as much as he can with their foreheads touching, skin on skin. "Don't joke about that."
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"If I'm not dead, this is the best unconscious dream I've ever had." He sighed happily and pleased a kiss on Tim's forehead before moving to cup his face with his hand. His eyes opening just slightly to stare down at him. He knew he had a costume fetish, Tim always looked good in the suits. Robin, Batman, hell even his old Red Robin suit.
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A smile spreads, slowly. "Yeah? It's not too bad on my end either."
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"I guess you mean...your place?" Tim asks, tentatively. He doubts very much Jason will want to head back to the Manor, but they need to go somewhere. Tim doesn't want to stop if he can help it.
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"Unless you had another idea." If Tim didn't want to go, he couldn't force him. But even that thought caused his heart to ache.
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"What if I like it when you beg?" He grabbed Tim's arm and pulled him into his chest, leaning down to kiss him gently.
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Tim could swear his knees actually felt weak with that comment, and, sure, he'd walked right into it. It had been his best attempt at teasing and--no time to think about it. Jason was kissing him again, their bodies were touching, and Tim was already envisioning how far they could take things. On a patrol night. Behind Bruce's back.
Dizzied, Tim ducked his face away, breath coming fast. He hesitated like that, breathing Jason in, and then nodded. "If you wanna hear me beg, we better find somewhere besides a filthy alley."
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