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Tim is tearing Jason's jacket off as they stumble their way into the bedroom.
Jason keeps his touches feather light while Tim crashes their mouths together, easing Tim down from his efficient, goal oriented mindset into a more leisurely one. He grabs Tim's face and peppers kisses all over his cheeks and down his chin, whispering words of love into his skin.
It's not hard to get Tim going – Jason's rarely the one who initiates sex in the first place. What's difficult is getting him to slow down.
"Ah, Jason!"
Tim goes a bit lax under Jason's palms and he knows he's got him.
"Keep singing for me, Baby Bird." Jason bends further to mouth at Tim's pulse point, which always gets Tim whimpering. "Such a pretty voice needs to be heard."
"Jay."
If someone had told Jason a year ago that he’d be listening to Tim say his name like that, he would have laughed in their fucking face.
Not even because of the animosity between the two. Jason has fucked plenty of people he kinda hates. (It doesn’t really matter what the emotion is, just that it’s strong .)
Jason just… didn’t think he’d be the kid’s type.
Didn't think he liked 'em a bit ugly.
His first hint should have been when Tim ended things with the pretty blonde. He remembers overhearing Dick ask why they broke up.
"Bernard is awesome, but he just doesn't… uhm… do it for me."
A few nights later he's got Tim rocking into his lap after a pretty heated round of Mario Kart.
It started casual – Jason's not sure if it was reluctance on Tim's end or his or both – but that didn't last long when Jason couldn't keep his big, hopeless romantic mouth shut.
One "–you're so beautiful" during the nasty and suddenly Jason finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place when Tim asks him:
"Did you mean it?"
He couldn't just lie to him.
Tim is lanky, freckled, and more than a bit awkward, but yeah– Jason does think he's beautiful.
He wants Tim to feel beautiful too – like the Belle to his Beast – and there's only so much Jason can do before that feeling entirely engulfs him.
Tim gasps under Jason's tongue and Jason growls.
"What do you want, pretty boy?"
"Jason. God, Jay– I wanna fuck you."
Jason pauses his assault on Tim's neck due to an impressive shiver trailing down his spine.
"I-I mean– I want you – I want you to uhm– Not– Not the other way around– I–"
He's squirming and pushing Jason away by his shoulders, and Jason gets the hint. He backs off and gives the little bird some space.
"Tim?"
"I– I didn't mean–"
He's wringing his thin hands together and his eyes are looking anywhere but Jason.
That won't do. It's a good thing Jason is so blunt.
"Tim. Have you thought about topping me?"
Tim's eyes stay glued to the floor as he nods quickly, what's still visible of his face is bright red. The idea of this little shy bird topping sends a rush of blood south.
"Fuck, kid."
"No, it's okay, I know it's weird and we definitely don't have to do it– it's just a dumb fantasy and I know that's not how this kind of thing works and-"
"Woah, okay. Slow down." Jason takes a step forward and Tim’s head snaps up to look at him. The poor kid is mortified. "What do you mean, 'that's not how this works'?"
Tim averts his gaze again and mumbles something Jason can't quite pick up.
"Mind repeating that for me?"
"I'm a twink."
Jason raises his eyebrows and blinks. That was not what he expected.
"So?"
Jason might as well have grown a second head with the way Tim is looking at him.
"Are you messing with me?"
"No, I genuinely don't understand what that has to do with anything."
Tim throws his arms up in the air, as if Jason is missing something obvious.
"I have to be the bottom."
Oh.
Ohhhh.
Jason can't help it. He snorts.
"What the frack, Jay?"
Now Jason is full-on laughing. He's hunched over, his arms wrapped around his stomach, and he can feel Tim's incredulous glare despite the tears starting to blur his vision.
Tim starts to storm off, but Jason reaches out and grabs his wrist before he gets too far.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm not making fun of you, I swear."
Tim rips his wrist from Jason's grasp as Jason tries to get himself under control.
"Then why the frack are you laughing?"
"Because you're so fucking cute, Timbo."
And he is. Tim's face is scrunched up – his lips pressed into a fine line – and bright red. He's got an expression only an nineteen-year-old boy could have. Pure mortification with a healthy amount of indignation mixed in.
Despite this, Tim waits for Jason to pull himself together instead of attempting to run away again. Jason hopes this means he didn't mess this up too badly just now.
"Come here."
Tim's brow furrows, but he walks into Jason's arms regardless. Jason wraps around him, effectively hiding Tim away in his embrace. Tim presses his face to Jason's chest and takes a deep breath.
"I don't know where the hell you heard that particular rule, but you are not required to always take it up the ass just because you're smaller than me."
Tim kind of stiffens up in Jason's arms and Jason looks down into skeptical, ice-blue eyes.
"But–"
"But nothing," Jason interrupts. He rubs a circle into Tim's back with his thumb. "I guarantee all those 'rules' you've got rolling around in that big brain of yours are just stereotypes and het bullshit."
Tim seems to consider this for a moment, and Jason swears he can hear the gears turning. He loves watching Tim put something together for a case and it's fucking adorable to see the same expression applied to something as simple as his role during sex.
There's a moment when it clicks that usually has Tim smiling and running to the nearest whiteboard to scribble out whatever it is he put together. This time, the clarity is punctuated by wide eyes and another deep flush.
Tim suddenly looks back up at Jason with a question in his eyes. Jason fights the impulse to squirm and waits Tim out.
"Would you-" Tim swallows and Jason follows the movement of his Adam's apple. There's a firmness to his expression when he finally says, "Would you… want that?"
Fuck yes, Jason wants to say. Fuck yes, that's the hottest shit I've ever imagined.
Instead, Jason leans in to kiss Tim, putting the want and the hunger into it. Tim moans into his mouth and presses his hip into Jason's groin.
Jason backs them up against the bed and sits, pulling Tim down on top of him. Tim is just as enthusiastic as he always is, but there's definitely something stirring in that mind of his that makes it feel different . Like Jason is being analyzed while he's being devoured.
Tim pulls back and Jason sees it in his eyes. The cold blue that would usually be wide in anticipation are instead set in a determined glare that sends a shiver down Jason's spine.
He pushes himself up and off of Jason and the bed, standing and staring in a way that screams careful calculation. Tim's eyes trace over him in quick, controlled movements.
Jason almost feels the power shift when Tim's eyes lock with his again. He feels… small somehow. It's a heady sensation, and Jason is almost positive he could get addicted to it.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
There's a silent order in the question that Jason can't disobey.
"Yes."
Tim smiles. Jason swallows.
When Tim finally begins to move, Jason cannot take his eyes off of him. The only time he ever sees Tim this focused on him is when they're sparring. It's hot as hell knowing he's triggered it in the bedroom too, and he starts taking mental notes on how to make this happen again and again.
Tim slowly unbuckles Jason's belt and pulls down the zipper. His hand cups Jason's cock over his boxer briefs, and if Jason hadn't thrown his head back to moan embarrassingly loud, he would have seen Tim's surprised expression at how hard Jason already is just thinking about Tim getting inside of him.
"Excited?"
Tim wears a small smile that would be concerning in another circumstance, but Jason is too horny to give a shit right now.
"Fuck you. Just get your fingers in me already."
Tim squeezes and Jason gasps.
"Ask me nicely, Jason."
Fuck it. Jason isn't above begging.
"Please, Tim. For the love of Gotham, please go get the stupid lube and get your bony ass fingers in me, you fucking sadist."
Tim releases his grip and Jason can't suppress the actual whimper that escapes him.
He doesn't even realize his eyes are closed until they shoot open when Tim's hands find his hips. He watches as Tim slowly slides both his jeans and underwear down, only moving when he realizes he could be speeding this process along by yanking his feet out of his pants and then pulling his shirt over his head.
Tim quickly loses his clothes too, courtesy of Jason's impatience, and then they're both still again, Jason leaning back and Tim kneeling above him.
And Jason watches as Tim's confidence suddenly vanishes, the awkward teenager he knows and loves settling back in as Tim obviously gets stuck on what to do next.
"You good?"
Tim blinks at him as if he had forgotten he was there, despite looking directly at him.
"I… I don't know if I can-"
"Hey–" Jason sits up and takes Tim's hand, "–You don't gotta. We can try another time if you wanna wait-"
"No!" Tim exclaims, only to immediately shrink back again. "Sorry. No, I want to. I do, I'm just… I've never…"
Jason tugs him down gently and gives him a tender kiss.
"I'll walk you through it," he says and offers Tim a little smile. Tim hesitates, and then nods. It’s funny how much this reminds him of the first time. Funny and disgustingly sweet.
He finds the bottle of lube on his left and he flips Tim's hand so it's facing up before squirting a generous amount onto his fingers.
"Rub it between your fingers to warm it up first." Tim follows his instruction, eyes locked on his hand being cradled by Jason's. Jason guides Tim's hand down between his spread legs, somehow keeping his cool despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "One finger at a time. Take it slow and easy to start."
Tim's pointer finger brushes Jason's hole and he can't fight the shiver. Tim looks up from his hand for just a second to see Jason's face before returning to his task. Something he saw must have reignited Tim's confidence, because it's not long after that he begins to push in.
His eyes are flicking back and forth between Jason's face and his ass, as if he can't decide what he'd rather be watching, but his focus gets locked on his finger when he reaches the second knuckle, obviously mesmerized by the view of Jason's hole swallowing it up.
Jason is trying not to squirm as Tim continues, pushing so slow it's almost like torture. He knows Tim needs to take this experience at his own pace, but he's so tempted to just push his hips down on him and take the last inch or so by force.
Tim's hand stops as his finger bottoms out, and Jason mewls at the feeling. He's not full, not by a long shot, but there's something special about Tim's long and thin hands that makes it so different from anything else he's experienced before.
Tim pulls his finger almost all the way out before slowly pushing it back in, hesitation settled between his brows.
"You're killing me, Smalls."
Tim huffs a laugh at the reference, the tension dying just enough to get the kid moving a bit faster.
"Does it feel good?"
"Feels great kid," Jason breathes. "Will feel even better when you get another one in there."
Tim takes the hint and pulls back to push in again with a second finger. He's still slow, but Jason can tell he's gaining confidence with every stroke by the way his rigid fingers begin to relax.
He scissors his fingers apart experimentally, pulling a gasp out of Jason.
"Yeah," Jason huffs. "Yes, just like that. Open me up."
That lights a fire under the kid's ass. Tim moves faster, finally at a pace that isn't completely torturous, and scissors his fingers every so often. He explores Jason enthusiastically, very obviously listening for Jason's reactions to guide him. Jason offers moans and a few encouraging words until Tim crooks his fingers in just a way–
"FUCK! Tim, right there!"
There's a second of hesitation as Tim processes what he's just found, but then Jason is squirming and moaning and cursing as Tim presses into his prostate over and over again.
"Holy shit, Jay." Tim's voice is gravelly and rough and it makes his cock twitch heavily against his stomach. "You're so… you're so pretty like this."
Pretty . He's never felt pretty before.
Rugged? Sure. Handsome? On a good day.
Pretty?
Never once–
"Fuck. Fuck, Tim . Another finger. Please –"
Jason cuts himself off with a gasp as Tim pulls back just to shove in his third finger. It feels like Tim is prying him open as he sets an almost brutal pace, and he has Jason writhing before he finally loses his patience.
"Fuck! Okay, I'm ready! Get your dick in me right the fuck now!"
Tim slowly pulls his fingers out, and Jason chokes back a sob at the sudden emptiness.
Tim scrambles back to the nightstand to grab the condom he had completely forgotten the first time around and Jason huffs a laugh.
He can't help it. Tim is just so damn precious.
He gets the condom rolled on and settles between Jason's legs again.
And then he stops.
"For fuck's sake, Tim–"
"Sorry!" Tim's eyes squeeze shut and Jason almost feels guilty for complaining. "Sorry, Jay. I'm just…" He bites his lip and Jason wants to scream.
Instead, he takes a deep breath. He's the older, more experienced of the two and, as frustrating as this is, he needs to take Tim's hesitation seriously.
He places his hand on Tim's cheek – just as astounded about how much space his palm takes up on his boyfriend's face as he has been countless times – and gives him a moment to process what he needs to say.
"Are you… sure?"
There's a brief moment of annoyance at the question. You just had your fingers up my ass and had me begging. The fuck are you asking for?
He just rolls his eyes instead.
"I wouldn't have let you get this far if I wasn't."
"What if…" Tim turns his head away, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if it's not… good?"
Jason can't help but smile.
"Performance anxiety, Timmers?"
Tim turns an angry expression on him and swats at his leg.
"Relax, kid." Jason pushes his shoulder in retaliation. "I'm already wound up as it is. You'd have to be really shit for me not to enjoy it. Besides–"
He lowers his voice, a bit of a growl behind it just the way his Timmy likes it.
"–You'll have plenty of opportunities to perfect your technique moving forward."
Jason watches Tim's jaw drop and pupils dilate deliciously. His mouth snaps shut in an expression entirely too serious for the bedroom and it makes Jason's heart melt.
Tim presses the head of his cock against Jason's hole and takes a deep breath, before pushing in.
"Oh… wow."
Jason can hardly focus on the feeling of Tim's dick sliding into him, he's much too busy watching Tim's expression of awe and fascination and pleasure. Tim gets about halfway in before he has to throw his head back in a groan.
"Feels— so good–" is all he can manage to grunt out, before their hips become flush with one another and he moans again, pressing his face into Jason's thigh.
"Yeah?" Jason sounds like he's entirely out of breath. "You like it, Timbo?"
Tim huffs a laugh that tickles against Jason's skin.
"Yeah, Jay," Tim says, voice low and rough. "I think I'm a fan."
After a moment (of probably trying to keep himself from coming on the spot), Tim steadies himself upright and begins to work himself in and out. He bites at his lower lip as he finds a nice rhythm. Jason has to abandon his efforts to watch Tim's face when he starts to speed up, especially as his hips find the right angle and–
"Ohh, shit– right there, Timmy. Give it to me."
Like a switch, Tim is suddenly gripping Jason's hips hard enough to bruise and begins thrusting with absolute abandon.
Before he knows it, Jason is moaning like an absolute whore, begging and pleading — "Faster! Harder! Oh FUCK— yes!"
Tim slows down again. Jason is about to whine about it when one of Tim's hands grasps his hair and yanks , making Jason bend up to meet him.
"You beg so pretty, Jay," he says against Jason's mouth. "Begging for my cock. Who knew you were such a slut?"
He's going agonizingly slow.
Jason is stunned to say the least.
"Tim—"
He feels frozen under Tim's gaze. His eyes are hooded, ice blue peeking out from underneath. Tim looks dangerous. He looks powerful.
"Tim— Tim please. Fuck me."
"Pretty." Tim runs a hand over Jason's hip and he can hear the smile in his voice as he speeds back up. "So pretty, begging for me–"
Jason can't even respond before Tim is drilling into him again, directly hitting Jason's prostate. Every. Single. Time. His eyes roll back in his head and the only sounds making it out of him are stuttered moans.
Jason knows they should have a talk about kinks and boundaries and safewords and all that before they get into anything heavier than this, but he would absolutely kill for Tim to be choking him right now.
He feels Tim grab hold of his cock and his vision goes white as he comes all over his stomach and Tim's thin fingers.
"So good, Jay— so tight for me. Shit."
Tim's hips stutter as he comes, gripping Jason's hair so hard that Jason tears up a little.
They still, breathing each other's air for a moment. Jason opens his eyes and sees Tim's flushed face, the sweat on his temple, his long eyelashes fanning over his cheeks.
Tim looks up and their eyes meet. He smirks in a way that makes Jason's heart leap.
Handsome, Jason thinks.
He leans forward and kisses him, soft and chaste, and Tim melts into it – his grip on Jason's hair loosening and moving to a caress on the back of Jason's neck.
He then pulls out slowly, both of them groaning at the sensitivity.
The seconds Tim needs to step away to toss the condom and wipe his hands clean feel like an eternity.
"Jay?" Tim crawls back up and places his cool hand on Jason's hot cheek. He looks a little concerned. "You okay?"
It takes him a second to realize he hasn't even moved from their position.
"Yeah," he says finally. "Yeah, Tim. That was–"
Jason can tell Tim is thinking too hard. That he's worried he messed up somewhere – maybe concerned he took it too far.
Jason smiles big and bright and watches Tim's shoulders relax.
"–It was good?" He asks – an awkward, lopsided smile finding its way onto his face.
Jason laughs and wraps his arms around to drag Tim down on the bed with him, the two of them tangling together in a mess of limbs and giggles.
When they finally settle, Jason's head is tucked under Tim's chin and Tim's wiry limbs are wrapped around him. He gently scratches the back of Jason's head and kisses his crown.
Jason has bottomed before – he's a switch through and through – but nothing has ever felt quite like this.
Like… like Tim could sweep him off of his feet. Like he could wrap him up and hide him from the world.
He hopes this is what Tim feels like with him. He hopes when he holds him gently and whispers sweet nothings and kisses his face over and over again that Tim feels protected just like this.
Because this? This is bliss.
"I think you're a switch, Timmers," he mumbles into Tim's collarbone.
He feels the laugh more than he hears it: a soft puff of breath through his hair.
He doesn't know how long it takes, but he's nodding off when he hears Tim say–
"I think you're beautiful."