A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. is so jaytim
you’re right nonny it so is
my first impulse was like—the two of them getting accidentally domestic, bc i love characters falling into relationships without realizing it xD
but then this scenario popped in my head & that’s what came out instead~
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Jason hasn’t been sleeping well.
His rest is troubled on a good day, and he hasn’t had many over the last week.
Well. It’s not that he’s had bad days, it’s just…
He misses Tim.
It’s stupid, because his bedroom is literally right across from Tim’s, but— It might as well be on the other side of the world.
He wishes they’d never agreed to stay at the manor for the holidays. It’s been miserable. Sure, he and Bruce are setting a record streak for lack of arguments. It’s been fun to hang out with the others, too, outside of the Cave and the mask. But—
Fuck.
The closest he’s gotten to a proper cuddle in a week was movie night, when he sat on the floor just to have an excuse to lean against Tim’s legs.
Jason knows he only has himself to blame. He’s the one who’s not ready to tell the others that they’re dating, even though they’ve damn near moved in together at this point. He just—he’s not ready for the judgment. The lectures, the shovel talks, the—everything. The reminder he’s not really good enough for Tim.
Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.
Neither do the small, fleeting moments they manage to steal—the kisses they exchange in the lesser used parts of the manor, the brief hugs and touches they can exchange in front of the others. It’s. It’s fucking miserable.
He’s spent the last several nights lying awake, actively restraining himself from sneaking into Tim’s room. He just… He misses being held.
It’s the lack of sleep he’ll blame his slip-up on later, when all is said and done.
Tim’s got some stuff to do in the city today—Jason does too, but not until later—so Jason takes the liberty of making him a coffee and some breakfast to go, since he knows Tim won’t be down until it’s almost time to leave. He gets a couple of raised eyebrows, but, it’s not unusual for him to take the load off of Alfred, so no one actually says anything.
“You said you had plans today, right, Jason?” Dick asks, where he’s sitting at the breakfast table with Steph, Damian, Cass, and Duke. Bruce is standing with Alfred, the butler adjusting his tie like Bruce is twelve, and not forty-something.
“Yeah,” Jason says. “I’ll be gone for a couple hours.” First he has some packages to pick up, and also, every other week, he does story time at the library he used to half-live in as a child.
Tim shuffles in. Jason is glad Bruce will be driving—he looks like a zombie (and Jason would know). It takes him half a moment to spot the travel cup and paper bag sitting by Jason. He beelines over.
“Th’nks,” he mumbles, immediately popping the lid on his cup to take a long drink.
“Cool,” Dick says. “When you get back I was thinking we could break out the board games.”
Alfred finishes with Bruce. “Provided you all remember the rules, I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Master Dick.”
Jason snorts. One of these years they’re going to have all board and card games banned from the Manor.
“Ready to go, Tim?” Bruce asks.
“Sure, Dickie,” he says. “I’d love a chance to kick your ass.” His fingers catch in Tim’s belt loop before he can head to the door. He leans in, thoughtlessly, planting a chaste kiss on Tim’s mouth. “Have a good day, babe.”
Tim hums, smiling softly up at him. “You too.”
Jason almost doesn’t register the silence.
Then—
“What the fuck?” Stephanie breaks it, and Jason is reminded, abruptly, that they’re not alone.
The blood rushes to his face so quickly he’s surprised he doesn’t pass out; his skin ablaze with his embarrassment. “…fuck.”
That’s one way to announce their relationship.
[ 50 types of kisses ]
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