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They weren’t overwhelmed. They weren’t. But when Red Robin heard the far off holler and zip of bullets pass, helping clear out a path for him and Robin there was a sense of relief. To finally be able to cut through and grab the artifact before anymore blobs of whatever artificial goo this was could come to life. Robin slashed through the vase with a sword, pieces coming crackling down from the lit stand and goo monsters re-liquefying around them.
His com buzzed in his ear, followed by Nightwing’s voice. ‘Red Robin, you guys get the artifact?’
“Well..it’s uh..out of play, that’s for sure. Robin’s sword made sure of it.”
‘Good so Jas-Red Hood got there in time. Batman and I are about to’ there was a pause and few grunts, Tim having to hold back the little smile at the sounds of Nightwing still mid-fight. ‘-finish up here. Meet back at the cave?’
When Tim looked over at Robin, Damian glared back, boot shaking off some peach colored goop as he slid his sword back into its sheath a bit menacingly. He could feel the truce of the mission already beginning to fade in the kid's mind as yupp, Red Hood came strolling in. A low whistle at the mess and he prodded at a particular nasty pile with the barrel of his gun. “Actually Nightwing, I think I’m just going to send Robin on ahead. I’ll meet up for debrief later.” There was another glare at mention of him sending Robin anywhere and Tim rolled his eyes.
‘Alright, RR.’ And there was a smile back in Nightwing’s voice. The distant low tones of the Bat in the distance. ‘Don’t be a stranger, though. And uh-tell Red Hood thanks from..from all of us.’
“Will do.”
Damian gave a last “Ttt” before sweeping up the broken shards and tucking them away to bring back to the cave for further analysis. Red Robin glad he picked up a decent sized piece for himself first. He wanted to run a few things on his own, get back to Bruce with his own results when they met up again. Robin gave a little run before jumping up into the low-hanging rafters and grappling out a window. When Tim looked back, Jason was sealing up a vial of goop and securing it in his belt. When Red Hood looked back at him, the blank glowing eyes of the helmet were unnerving to say the least and offered no explanation as to why he wanted a sample of the once-animated creatures.
“You’re bleeding.” Tim said it because he was, a nick in the leather jacket’s arm gave way to blood. Red Hood’s helmet matching the seeping color almost too well as it cocked briefly to the side. Voice altered in the slightest by whatever electronic filterization it had to go through.
“I’m Fine.”
Tim had to fight the urge to roll his eyes yet again. “I’m sure you are. But I got a good first aid kit or two back at my place and if it’s seeping through your armor and jacket, it’s got to bleeding a lot. Just Let me patch it up before you run off again. Don’t be stupid.”
He expected an argument, or at least to be turned down but that eerie helmet just stared back at him for a few moments before nodding. Jason waving a gun in a way Tim assumed to mean ‘lead the way’.
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“Just give me a sec.” Tim flipped on the lights in the apartment. Taking a moment to watch Jason remove the helmet, a quiet pff and dark hair bouncing into place framing his face. Jason turned to him, giving an odd look that reminded Tim he was about to go change, not stand there and watched Jason shed his Red Hood persona.
He ducked into the bedroom, stripping off the Red Robin costume and throwing on a pair of dark sweatpants and simple T shirt. Running his hands along his face and through his own hair before walking back out.
Jason seemed to get the costume memo. Instead sitting back on Tim’s bland couch, hair still a bit of mess from his helmet, the thick cargo pants and boots the only remaining pieces of his costume still on. And if the sight of the older once-Robin leaning back and shirtless, making Tim’s unremarkable couch suddenly look like his new favorite piece of furniture made him gape, well Tim was sure he hid it well. At first, he didn’t even notice the cigarette or the smoke. Eyes busy trailing over scars, old and new. The few bandages on his chest, a bit of patchwork near his neck and finally the bleeding hole through Jason left arm. The sight of so much blood and what was now undoubtedly a bullet wound bringing him back to the purpose behind this weird little visit. That it was all his idea in the first place.
“You want to take a picture or something, Timmy? This kind of hurts like hell and I’d like to get this bullet out sooner than later.” Tim narrowed his eyes at the comment and puff of smoke Jason blew out with it.
“Put that out before the smell sticks to the carpets you ass, then I’ll get it out.”
Jay’s eyes widened in a faux ‘yikes’ expression. But he listened, lifting a foot and putting out the cigarette on the bottom of his boot. Tucking the half smoked stick behind an ear once satisfied it wasn’t burning any longer. “Happy?”
Tim tried to give a tight smile, but couldn’t help feeling something more real tugging at its corners as he moved to sit on the coffee table and get a better look at the wound. Retrieving the first aid kit he kept stashed under the table and mopping up some of the blood running down Jason’s arm.
“So how’d this happen? We didn’t run into any guns besides the ones you brought yourself. Who shot you?” Jason almost laughed before sucking in a breath as Tim got to the actual point of impact.
“Long story, let’s just say helping out Bruce’s little bat-clan wasn’t the only reason I’m in Gotham.”
“..Alright then. Well this is gonna hurt.” Tim brought up the tweezers; he could still see the bullet so at least it shouldn’t be too bad. Jason gritting his teeth as Tim worked them in.
“Yea I know what getting a bullet pulled out of you feels like.” To his credit, Jason’s voice was mainly steady, only giving a bit of a gritted yelp when Tim pulled the metal out. Muscles flexing and rolling with the motion before letting out a breath, leaning his head back as Tim let the bullet clink down on the table. Small tuff of white hair falling into Jason’s face along with the black before his right hand ran through it, smoothing it away.
He made short work of cleaning it again, closing and bandaging the arm up and Jason actually smiled when it was done. Tim patted Jason’s leg before standing up to discard of the bloodied wipes and what not. “Looks like you’ll live.”
Jay gave a short laugh and he could hear him shifting on the couch “This time. You realize if Bruce were here he wouldn’t appreciate you being so nice to me.” Tim looked back over as he placed the utensils in the sink to be cleaned later.
“You realize Bruce isn’t here, right? Besides, Nightwing said to tell you thanks, from all of us.”
And Jason was standing, shrugging back on his top and jacket, sliding gloves into a position of half hanging out of his back pocket. “Yea, and what Dick says isn’t always what Bruce really feels. You should know that by now.” It had to be some sort of record that Jason was redressed, helmet snug under his arm as he headed back towards the window they’d climbed in from. “But…thanks I guess.”
“You don’t have to go.” Tim wasn’t sure what compelled him to say that. Maybe it was something in Jason’s eye, or the way he seemed to just assume that Tim wanted him gone. And with the older former-Robin half out his window already, the words just sort of came out. Unexpected maybe, but he stood by them. “I know you and Bruce don’t really get along much and that it’s just well…weird a lot of the times. But I mean, I’ve got enough breakfast for two and I’m not Bruce. I’m not kicking you out, Jason.”
“I-" It was almost comical, the way he was still paused. With one leg inside, boot mudding up the eggshell carpets and the other on the fire escape outside the window “I should probably just go. Really I was just blowing through when I got Alfred’s SOS last night.”
“Yeah, alright” And Tim wasn’t disappointed. Really, what should he of expected? Him and Jason had never even had the time to be close, to form much of a relationship outside of the ominous warnings from Tim’s run as Robin. Don’t wind up like Jason did. Be smart. Be practical. Listen to orders. Don’t wind up like Jason. But the man looking back at him was nothing like the ghost story he’d imagined. He was a real person with wind tousled hair and tired eyes. And a real shit-eating grin working its way on his face as he shimmied back into Tim’s place. No longer hovering between the two options.
“But what reasonable mind says no to free food, am I right Timmy?”
Tim wasn’t sure how it changed. How things escalated so quickly from setting out rolls and fruits to Jason capturing his hand. To that same little head cock, only this time with the added benefit of being able to see Jason’s face. Seeing that light of curiosity in his eyes and he wasn’t sure what force compelled him forward. Had him pushing up and crashing their lips together. But it was hardly half a moment before Jason growled and brought both his hands up to cup Tim’s face, to tangle in his hair as the kiss deepened.
The ever shrinking part of his brain that tried yelling about what a bad idea this was completely disappeared when a hand found its way under Tim’s shirt. Brushed over a nipple, squeezed at his side, nails catching skin and Tim gasped, couldn’t tell if Jason started removing the shirt first or if he had. Either way it was gone in another second, Jay’s jacket following before Tim pulled them back together. Jason’s lips finding the soft skin just under his jaw line and suckling, kissing as the dark top was cold pressed against Tim’s now bare chest.
He moaned before working his fingers back into Jason’s hair, savoring a moment before pulling him away. They both looked at each other and Tim felt the realization that yes, this was happening and Jason's smirk as he removed his top made him want to bite and kiss that stupid, attractive expression right off his face. Tim working on doing just that when Jason crashed back into him, lifting him up to half sit on the counter and wrap legs around warm skin.
It just felt so right, like they fit so well together as they banged and stumbled their way to both being atop the counter. Whatever Tim had up there before crashed onto the floor in their rush to press closer, to press harder and hotter together. A lot of it seemed to blur together in sensation and movement, in strong kisses down his neck and chest. Stopping to hook a thumb in Tim’s sweats and yank them down before Jason was kissing him there too. Tim’s feet planting on the counter and pushing his hips up when Jason lips gave way to swallowing him down.
“Oohh shit. Ohmygod. Oh god, Jason.” And there was a pleased hum around his cock that made Tim forget how to speak, how to do anything but feel and push forward. Trying desperately to just get more. Jason giving him a few more hard sucks and Tim really wasn’t liable for whatever it was those noises coming out of his throat were before Jason’s mouth slipped off his cock with an absurd pop.
“Fuuck Timmy, you look so damn pretty like this.” And Tim hit his head softly back on the marble, trying to regulate his breathing again as he cursed under his breath.
“Damnit, Jason. Less talk more…just more.” And Jay chuckled again before rolling his body back down to cover Tim’s. One hand pulling at Jason’s belt and zipper while the other propped him up and Jason was kneeling between Tim’s legs, helping Tim disentangle from his own sweats as Tim shimmied Jay’s pants down around his thighs. He wasn’t sure where Jason got the small bottle of lube from but he stopped a moment, a last messy kiss before meaningful eye contact.
“You sure you want to do this?” Tim did his best not to whine as his eyes trailed down Jason’s torso. Following Jason’s other hand to where it was stroking up and down Tim’s admitably shaking thigh.
“God yes. Please just get on with it." And that grin was back when Jason covered two of his fingers in lube and traced them around Tim’s hole, making him shiver before sliding one in. Tim laid back down, trying to focus again on his breathing as Jason moved one of his legs to hook over his shoulder, working the finger in and out a few times before pushing the other in. Tim bit his lip at the tight sensation, but forced his body to relax as those fingers sank deeper. Stroked and prodded in all the right places and before he knew it Tim’s hips were moving with him. Trying to get more again as Jason bent down to kiss the tip of his cock, giving it a few licks that made Tim pant as he added a third finger.
This really wasn’t the place or time or even person to be doing this with. He distantly realized that in the same moment that he begged for more. That Jason slicked up his own cock and removed his fingers, bringing them up instead to push at Timmy’s lips till Tim cursed and sucked them in. Biting down a bit when Jason started pushing in and the palm of Jay’s hand snapped at his chin, holding his face tight as he snapped his hips to. Tim realizing he might of yelled louder than he really should of if it weren’t for those fingers in his mouth. Taking a moment to adjust to the full feeling of Jason inside of him, Jason’s lips coming up to lick at the lobe of his ear as he whisper. “So good, Timmy, shit. Alright I’m going to move now.”
Tim nodded because he couldn’t trust his voice anymore. And those fingers slid out of his mouth as Jason rolled his hips and he moaned. Wasn’t exactly sure when his leg had moved from Jason’s shoulder to hooking around his hips again but he was glad it had. Glad it gave the perfect sort of leverage as Jason pulled out only to slide back in. Slower than necessary. Enough so the Tim was groaning both with the perfect feeling of it and the want for him to pick up the pace, trying to use his legs pull Jason’s hips in faster, harder. And Jason gave a breathy laugh in his ear that turned to a groan as he complied, hand coming down to grip at Tim’s hip as he gave up on holding back.
And nothing about this encounter even felt moderately about restraint as they both gave in to it. Getting lost in the feel and heat of one another. And Tim was sure his neighbors would hear them, but couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Jay moved his hips and hit him just right, just there and Tim shuddered and wailed when he did it again and again. Not needing much more than a hand on his cock before Tim was cumming, a string of curses as Jason licked at his lips, biting and groaning when Tim clamped down around him and could feel Jason cum as well. Hips stuttering before stilling and they both stayed there. Chests heaving and sweat sticking to skin with Tim’s cum splattered against both of them.
When Jason’s knees buckled and he lowered himself down, resting enough weight on his forearm to not crush the form beneath him, Tim gave an almost laugh. Could feel a bordering stupid smile on his face and when Jason nuzzled into his hair, he knew the other was smiling too. Felt the same endorphin high from their release and they were both laughing now. Laughing even as Jason’s lips came back around and sucked on Tim’s. As they kissed long and sweet and unexpected after all this. Finally pulling apart again, Tim looked up at the others face. Knew this was a hell of a mistake but just couldn’t bring himself to feel it yet.
“Still have places to be?”
Again with the smirk. “I think I can clear some space up if you want to go for round two, Timmy-boy.” It was Tim’s turn to grin as he pushed back up and licked a kiss at Jay’s lips before pushing the elder Robin off him. Jason landing too smoothly on his feet and probably glad to still be in those boots when there was the hard crunch of glass beneath his weight.
Tim sat up as Jason pulled his pants back up and over enough to walk normally. He gave a peek down at the broken glass and bowls of what was meant to breakfast scattered across his floor and sighed. But Jason just grinned and scooped him up, ignoring Tim’s protests with an offhanded “I’m the one wearing shoes, kid. Can’t have both of us bleeding everywhere today. Just wouldn’t be sanitary.”
Jason gave his ass a gentle pat as Tim huffed at being thrown over the shoulder like this…Although it was a pretty nice set of shoulders leading down to a pretty nice set of well, everything else. So maybe he could forgive this one time.
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It was nearly 2 pm when Tim’s phone went off. Pulling him out of what had to be some of the most satisfying, exhausted sleep he’d ever had. He only wished he could say that he had been asleep for more than just a short few hours. But an arm reaching out and finding contact not with his phone, but instead a rather solid and warm chest confirmed what his sore body was telling him had happened.
Tim shot up, eyes raking over Jason fucking Todd, naked in his bed and grumbling as the still ringing phone no doubt reached his ears as well. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. He located the noisy device and when he saw who it was calling Tim felt his heart sink. A smiling picture of him and Kon together and the blinking text of ‘Connor Kent’ felt like an accusation from the screen. A well deserved one.
He slid his fingers down the volume panel and turned the ringer off, phone still blinking as with the smiling faces of him and his boyfriend. His boyfriend who was not the naked man currently in his bed. The naked man who’s hands were on Tim’s thighs and Tim closed his eyes and shuttered at an incredible sensation. Looking down to confirm that yepp, that was Jason nuzzling and kissing along his balls, licking a long wet stripe up the bottom of his cock and Tim was hard again. Phone slipping out of hand and falling to the floor.
“Mmm who was that calling at this early hour?”
“It’s 2 in the afternoon, Jason and” he took a needed breath to steady his voice as Jason took the tip in his mouth. “-and it was no one. Oh god.” Jay sank down further, taking nearly Tim’s entire length greedily and Tim’s hands worked their way into those messy curls. Holding on tight because he had to. “Jason, god, oh fuck.” His head fell back against the headboard as he bucked into the impossible heat surround him. “I am so going to hell. But god, don't stop now.”