Rethreading for length!birdversusFebruary 14 2013, 18:40:07 UTC
Their lips brush with every word from Jason's mouth, and Tim is losing it. His heavy eyes finally fall to a close, and his nostrils flare. Can he...can he actually say it? Tell Jason he wants him? It knots something inside him to even think it, let alone get the words out without his voice cracking or his body shuddering. He thinks, if he actually gets the words out, he'll die.
"Want you," he forces, pushing the words into Jason's mouth as he closes the last spaces of distance between them for a kiss. Clumsy and breathless, chapped-lipped and all.
The words were out and Tim's lips back on his, and Jason's chest felt like it had exploded. He didn't care though. He wrapped his arms around Tim's waist and pulled the younger man as close to him as he could, pushing his tongue into the willing mouth attached to his. He wanted to memorize every little detail of Tim's mouth, save the memory for when this was over.
Pulled against Jason, both of Tim's hands rise, gripping Jason's biceps. There's a part of Tim that may always be on the tentative side, that is more submissive, that goes breathless and stupid when Jason kisses him, and right now is no different. Tim's bones feel limp as Jason's tongue slides into his mouth. Hot and slick, their kiss messy and warm and so, so arousing. Every fiber of Tim's being is focussed on the kiss, the part of Jason's lips, his tongue filling Tim's mouth.
A moan slips out, and his thighs tighten around the outside of Jason's legs, welcoming Jason close as best he can sitting atop a crate as he is.
Jason's mind was slowly shorting out. He knew he had to get Tim up the stairs, to the bed. But he couldn't even think about separating himself from Tim's embrace. His hands moved to hold Tim's hips, pressing his fingers into him hard enough that he knew he'd probably leave marks. A part of him wanted to leave marks all over Tim, so Dick and Bruce and anyone else would know who Tim belong with. Who Tim had been with. Who Tim loved.
Jason pulled back from the kiss for air, pressing his forehead to Tim, and gasping for breath. "Come on. I got a bed upstairs."
"O-Okay," he murmured, still reeling. His entire body was on fire, and truthfully he wasn't sure he could walk with the bulge between his legs making itself more than known. The cup in his suit was incredibly frustrating at this moment, and he wanted nothing more than to reach it and tug it out.
"Just, um... You've done this before?" Stupid. Stupid question. Of course Jason had done this before. Not everyone was lame and awkward and 'too busy' for this kind of stuff like Tim. Tim knew Dick and Bruce made time for relationships, for real life. Tim was probably the only one who hadn't figured out the balance yet.
Up on his feet slowly, Tim followed Jason towards the stairs. He sought out Jason's hand, unable to quite leave off touching a part of him.
"Want you," he forces, pushing the words into Jason's mouth as he closes the last spaces of distance between them for a kiss. Clumsy and breathless, chapped-lipped and all.
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A moan slips out, and his thighs tighten around the outside of Jason's legs, welcoming Jason close as best he can sitting atop a crate as he is.
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Jason pulled back from the kiss for air, pressing his forehead to Tim, and gasping for breath. "Come on. I got a bed upstairs."
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"Just, um... You've done this before?" Stupid. Stupid question. Of course Jason had done this before. Not everyone was lame and awkward and 'too busy' for this kind of stuff like Tim. Tim knew Dick and Bruce made time for relationships, for real life. Tim was probably the only one who hadn't figured out the balance yet.
Up on his feet slowly, Tim followed Jason towards the stairs. He sought out Jason's hand, unable to quite leave off touching a part of him.
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