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“You mind if I come in?” The kid didn’t wait, shoving past Jason into his room like he belonged. Jason shut the door, glaring at the back of the kid’s head. He couldn't have been older than eighteen based on the Gotham High School hoodie, but it wasn’t a guarantee. He could be nineteen, maybe twenty if Jason was generous.
“Sure.”
In the span of five minutes, Tim manages to both annoy, impress, and then annoy him again. The next part of the kid’s speech does throw him for a loop. “How about I help you?”
“Oh, help me?” Yeah. Right.
“I know I can help you find the Joker, we can bring him in and-” Jason interrupts the kid there.
“Yeah, no thanks Timmy. I don’t abide by Bat rules.” Jason turns around, looking away just so he doesn’t have to look at the kid’s face. It’s too hopeful.
“C’mon, what would I have to do to convince you to let me help you?” Jason rolls his eyes, turning back around to level a glare at the kid.
“Blow me,” Jason scoffs.
The kid drops to his fuckin knees.
Jason pauses, mouth open and eyes wide as the kid- not a kid, not really Jason’s brain reminds him. Tim looks up at him, completely nonchalant, like it was something he did every day. “What the fuck?”
Tim tips his head to the side a few degrees, like he doesn’t get it. “You said blow you. This is me, offering to blow you.”
He’s gonna call this bluff so hard. Jason reaches forward, grabbing a fist full of Tim’s hair and wrenching his head back as he steps closer. “You’d do that? Whore yourself out just to work with me?” Concerningly, it doesn’t seem to make Tim nervous.
Tim raises an eyebrow at him, hands coming up to sit on Jason’s thighs.”It’s not like it’d be my first blowjob. I’m not a virgin, you know.” There’s something wrong about his tone when he says it.
Jason moves his hand from Tim’s hair to grip his jaw harshly, fingers digging into the soft spots behind his ears. Tim doesn’t flinch, and it almost feels like he leans into what has to be bruising force. Jason tries again. “Fine, but I don’t sleep with people that don’t kiss me.”
“Okay.” He says it like he’s accepting the mail. Emotionless. Jason loosens his grip a bit, tossing his gun onto a side table.
Fuck it. Jason leans down, tipping Tim’s head up to meet him. He goes simple, just a warm press of mouths with a little pressure. He slides his lips against Tim’s, slow and patient. Once, then twice. Tim’s frozen, eyes wide but it's not quite shock. He looked like it was his first kiss. Jason backs off. Success, he’d called his damn bluff.
“You look like I just rocked your world. What? No virginity but you haven't been kissed?” Tim’s mouth moves, but it takes a moment for words to come out.
“I- I- that's not it.” He looks up through his lashes at Jason before his eyes go to the side again. “I just wasn't expecting you to be soft.” He wants to gloat. Wants to give him an ‘I told you so,’ but his gut is clenching because what the actual fuck.
Sometimes Jason hates that he’s a detective. Hates that he’s been trained to put the puzzle pieces together. Hates that every word out of Tim's mouth is joining a parade of red flags. Hates that it wasn't that Tim was scared, it's that he didn't know how to react to someone being gentle.
“Tim.” Please, please let the answer be something other than what he thinks. “Tim, how did you lose your virginity?”
The silence is all the answer he needs.
“Tim, did you do it for something like this? A trade?”
Tim nods, “It’s not a big deal.” He sounds like he's trying to convince himself and Jason. "I was on a mission and I needed information. It was the best way to get it.” He drops his hands from Jason's thighs to his own lap.
“Does Bruce know? Does Dick? Alfred?” Jason can't imagine, no, he knows they would have never let Tim do that.
Tim shakes his head. His mouth has pulled tight into a grimace. Jason crouches down to Tim's eye level and takes his chin again, but this time with a gentle touch. He tips Tim's eyes up to meet his own. “Tim, Tim you have to know they wouldn't have wanted you to do that. No mission is important enough to trade your body for, not like that.”
Tim slaps his hand away as he snaps. “My sex life isn't a case to solve, Jason.”
“It is if you're just gonna treat it like it doesn't matter!” Jason puts a hand to his forehead, sighing. He had a mission to kill the Joker, not to have life talks with his replacement. “It's not- your first time- it ain't supposed to be like that.”
“Oh, pray tell what it's supposed to be like.” Tim is full on glaring at him now, though it's not terribly effective when he's still on his knees.
“You want to know what it’s supposed to be like? Not a damn trade. It’s supposed to be loving.” Jason snaps. “Caring, and awkward, and slow, and even if you don't love them romantically it should be someone you trust.” Jason sighs again, shoulders drooping. He shouldn't have to explain this, and sadness is taking over his rage. He meets Tim’s eyes again, resting a hand in the kid's hair. “It should be with someone that's gentle with you.”
Tim drops from his knees into a criss cross sit, like the fight has gone out of him. “Where the hell would I find somebody like that with our night job? Somebody that won't question the scars? I ain't exactly gonna ask Dick. Besides, can't lose your virginity twice so it doesn't matter anymore.”
Jason hates his fucking hero complex.
All he can see is Tim, trading himself like a bargaining chip in a back room. He drops his hand from Tim’s hair to the back of his neck, squeezing softly. He pretends not to notice the way it makes Tim shudder. He deserves to know softness, deserves to feel like somebody cares when they touch him. That he's more than a body. It shouldn't be Jason, but the only other person he'd trust was Goldie and they weren't exactly on good terms with the dying and the stabbing. “I could, if you wanted.”
Tim's head snaps up. “What?”
Jason doubles down against his better judgement. “I could show you what it's supposed to be like.” He pokes Tim in the nose, emphasizing his next point. “ Not in exchange for working with me. Besides, virginity is stupid. What matters is how you feel.”
Tim's eyes cross as Jason pokes him, settling back on his face as he thinks. Jason can practically see the gears turning. “You're being serious.”
Jason stands, offering Tim a hand. He takes it as Jason continues. “I'm serious. It could go as far as you're comfortable with, but I could show you how it's supposed to be. Besides, I haven't gotten laid in a while.” Technically he’d only had sex twice, and they were both before he died, but that wasn’t really the point. He looks around the dingy room, grimacing. “I know it ain't exactly the most romantic of places, but it's what I've got.”
Tim’s eyes dart around his face, like he's looking for a lie before he settles. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Jason tries to school his surprised expression. He honestly wasn't sure how Tim would react. He wasn’t bluffing, it was a genuine offer, but one he was almost sure would be rejected.
“Yeah.” Tim gives him a cocky grin, but his eyes are nervous. “Show me what it's supposed to be like.”
“Okay.” Jason takes a breath. He’s really doing this, retaking someone's virginity.
“Alright, sit on the bed.” He sits next to Tim, knees brushing as their legs dangle off the mattress. He brings a hand up, cupping Tim's jaw. Tim's eyes squeeze shut like he's waiting for a punch. Jason leans forward, letting his own eyes slip closed as he presses their mouths together again.
Tim is stiff as a board, and it would make Jason chuckle if it didn't make him so damn sad. He backs off, sliding his hand down Tim's arm to lace their fingers. He leans forward again, this time whispering against Tim's mouth. “Relax, it's just supposed to be fun.”
That seems to do the trick, and Tim sighs against him, fingers squeezing as they start to move together. He isn't half bad, a bit clumsy but he matches Jason's rhythm like a natural. Jason steps it up a bit, sliding his free hand to the nape of Tim's neck, twisting in the hair there. He tugs, and uses Tim's gasp to swipe his tongue at his lip.
That sparks Tim into action, and hands grip in Jason's shirt as Tim kisses back a little harder, a little more bold. Jason grins against his lips, thumb stroking at Tim's jaw as he praises. “There you go, just like that.”
He can't help but tease at how it makes Tim tense then relax. “You like that?” He pushes Tim's jaw up a bit, pressing his lips to his throat and dragging slowly. He works his way up, until he's got Tim's ear in his teeth, whispering. “You can tell me. It's not weird, liking praise with stuff like this.”
“I like it.” It's almost too quiet to be words, but Jason rewards him with a nip to his jaw. Tim's hands are flexing in Jason's shirt. He wants to break every face that made Tim so quiet to admit he likes something.
“Good.” Jason sits back, taking Tim's hands and sliding them just under the hem of his shirt . “You can touch too, I'll tell you if I don't like something. You tell me if you don't like something, no judgement.”
Tentative fingers slide up Jason's abs. Jason pulls off his shirt, chucking it into the corner to cover the eyes of Black Mask's helmet. When he turns back Tim is staring again. “See something you like?”
“You don’t- where?” Tim doesn’t elaborate, instead running his palms over Jason’s chest, up his shoulders then down his sides. “You don’t have scars?”
Jason laughs, then laughs harder at Tim’s embarrassed expression. “Tim, I was burned alive. When I got brought back it healed everything.” He turns around, showing the stripe down his back and the raised skin on his side from his time with the League. “I do have some, just not from before.”
Tentative fingers trace his back from top to bottom, following the scar. It’s almost reverent, like he’s touching something holy with how careful and light the touch is and it makes Jason shiver.
Tim must have leaned in because his voice is right behind Jason’s ear. “I like it.” He kisses Jason’s shoulder, then the back of his neck, then down the scar inch by inch. It’s nice, such a gentle touch after all this time, and Jason leans into it, humming low. Tim’s hands flutter at Jason’s waist, like he isn’t sure if he can hold. Jason sets his own on top, pushing them down in permission. “Do you-” Tim starts, then tries again, thumbs circling Jason’s hip bone. “Is that okay? Does it feel good when I touch it?”
Jason dislodges Tim’s hands to turn back around, kissing him without warning. He takes Tim’s hips in his hands, rucking his fingers under his hoodie and giving them a squeeze. “You’re doing good.” That gets Tim’s confidence going, running his palms up Jason’s chest and settling them in his hair. Jason lets Tim set the pace, keeping his hands on warm skin, occasionally rising up to feel at the scars that dot Tim’s torso.
Tim grows bolder, tonguing at Jason’s lip and Jason meets him halfway, stroking his tongue against Tim’s. He’s awkward, but he gets the rhythm like the little genius he is, meeting every stroke with his own. The room is starting to fill with the wet sounds of their mouths and the way they pant between each touch. Tim leans back, flinging off his hoodie and shirt in one go to join Jason’s.
Jason takes a moment to appreciate the view. Like any bat Tim’s well muscled, though he’s a bit thinner than Jason. Little scars dot most of his torso, a few gunshot wounds, a large slice here and there. He puts a hand on Tim’s sternum, pushing until Tim gets the idea and lays back, pulling his legs onto the bed. Jason sidles up to him, propping his head on an elbow and running his hand up Tim’s abs, enjoying how the skin twitches. “Still okay, Tim?”
Tim stares up at him, eyes glassy, but there’s no fear in them. “Yeah.” It’s more of a sigh than a word, and the part of Jason that just loves a little mischief rears its head. He might have hesitated if he had a little more self control, would have let Tim keep leading, but a little nudge won’t hurt.
“Good, don’t panic.”
“Wha- whoa!” Jason shoves an arm under Tim's back, pulling him up and into his lap and Jason falls back, dropping his head onto the pillow. He props his knees behind Tim, helping to stabilize him as Tim’s hands fall to Jason’s shoulders. Tim stares, and his flush runs down his chest as he swallows. “Is that your um,” Tim doesn’t finish the sentence, but Jason knows what he’s asking.
He lifts Tim by the hips a little to slowly grind them together. He’s hard, pushing at the zip of his pants and he rubs it against Tim’s ass just enough for him to feel it. “Yup, means I’m enjoying it. Since I didn’t fail anatomy I’m gonna hazard a guess that you are too?” Somehow Tim gets redder at the mention of his own arousal, fairly obvious to see from the tent pushing into Jason’s stomach, even as he grinds back to meet his shifting.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m enjoying it.” Tim leans down, hesitating only a moment before he kisses Jason so sweetly it could rot his teeth. “Can I still blow you?”
Jason wheezes before he regains his composure. Leave it to a Robin to go from shy to bold in an instant. “Yeah, yeah if you want to.” Jason lets his legs drop as Tim shuffles off him, leaning down towards the bulge in his pants. He glances up, like a final check for permission before he slides Jason’s pants and boxers down together until he springs free. Jason starts to say that Tim can change his mind if he wants, but then there’s a warm mouth on his dick and he’s too busy trying not to twitch to make words.
Tim’s clearly done this before, and it breaks Jason’s heart as he threads his fingers through Tim's hair, making sure he doesn’t push. Tim’s eyes are shut as he bobs his head, shallow at first, then deeper with each pass. “Jesus,” Jason mutters, propping himself up on an elbow to watch. He twitches as Tim’s tongue pushes under the ridge of his head, wet heat swiping over the top before he goes back down and sucks hard. “Fuck, just like that, Tim.” The praise makes Tim hum and grind his hips into the bed, which does wonderful things for Jason’s dick and terrible things for him lasting more than half a minute. He strokes the top of Tim’s head and keeps talking. “Should I tell you what a good job you're doing?” Tim’s eyes glance up, half lidded and pupils blown. “Oh yeah,” Jason’s just as into it, voice breathy. “Your mouth feels so good, hot and wet and tight. Keep going like that and you’ll make me finish.”
Tim doubles down at that, keeping his pace but sucking a little harder, tonguing just a little faster. Jason’s hips start to twitch of their own accord, pressure building. He forces them still against his instinct to thrust into that pretty mouth. He'd promised to be gentle. “Shit, just like that.” He pushes at Tim’s shoulder, trying to warn him as he nears his peak. Instead the little brat locks eyes with him and sinks down even further, taking Jason to the base as he comes with a grunt.
He works his tongue up Jason in waves, milking every drop out of him until he's pushing at Tim's shoulders for real, too sensitive for more. A small bit escapes Tim’s lips as he lifts off, trickling at the corner of his mouth as he swallows. Jason stares, half winded half getting turned on all over as Tim licks the trail up into his mouth. Tim grins, somehow still looking unsure despite having just had Jason's dick in his mouth. “Good?”
Jason can’t help it, he laughs, then laughs harder at Tim's offended look. It's becoming a pattern, laughing at Tim then laughing at his reaction. When was the last time Jason had laughed this much? “Tim, generally when a guy shoots off it was good.”
“I know that! I just- well- you know.” Jason chuckles, hooking a finger in the stupid necklace around Tim’s neck to tug him down and kiss him. He dips his tongue in, tasting himself and relishing the way Tim sinks into him.
He lingers for a minute, just kissing as the oversensitivity dies out, pulling back to nose under Tim’s jaw, sucking a small hickey at the skin there. Tim isn’t his in any sense of the word, but he likes to leave a mark anyways. He should know what it's like to be wanted. “How do you want me to get you off?”
“What are my options?” Tim’s grinning, all mischief.
Jason nips his collar bone, running his hands from Tim’s hips to his ass, giving a small squeeze. “Well,” he rolls his palms, encouraging Tim to grind against his thigh. “There’s lots. We could do this,” he pulls Tim against his thigh hard, smirking at the small groan it produces. “I could use my hand, I could blow you. Or-” Jason licks a stripe from Tim’s collarbone to his jaw, blowing on it with cool air to watch the goosebumps rise as he leans up to mouth at Tim’s ear. “Or, I can fuck you.” Jason drops his head back down, stops the motion in their hips to give Tim space to think.
Tim’s eyes dart around, like he’s comparing options until he takes a breath, decision made. “Fuck me.” He flushes, like he’s surprised he said it. “I’d like it if you fucked me.”
Jason kisses him as a reward, encouragement for speaking his mind and leans over to dig in the side table for lube and a condom. He flops back down with them, grinning up at Tim. “Alright, pants off boy wonder.”
Tim stands up, hands shaking as he takes off his pants, but hesitates at his boxers. Jason's already kicked his off, rolling up to a sit. Jason reaches out, taking Tim's trembling hands in his own. “We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to. You say the word and we can stop at any point.”
“I want to.” The words are blurted, and it hurts something deep in Jason’s chest at how young it sounds. “I want to, I'm just-”
“Nervous?” Jason offers. Tim nods. So much for the bravery a moment before. “Tim, I promise you could have whatever down there and I'm not gonna judge. Unless you've got an alien dick or some shit in which case I might give you a weird look but it won't make me call it off or think you're weird.” He’s not great at the whole pep talk thing, especially with his dick getting cold, but it seems to do the trick.
Tim hooks his fingers in his boxers, yanking them down and stepping out of them. He won't look Jason in the eye when he turns back, hands fisted at his side.
Jason shakes his head with a smile, reaching slowly as he takes Tim's hips, pulling him to stand between Jason's knees. He's got a pretty cock, slender and a little curved. It's a smidgen longer than Jason's, but not quite as thick. Jason reaches up, pulling Tim's head to his shoulder to try and help him relax. He kisses his ear, his hair, then his temple. “You're sure you want me in you? You can change your mind on how this goes too.”
“I want to keep going.” The words are small but firm, and Jason believes him.
“Alright, hop up here and lay on your back.” Logically he knows doggy style might be a bit easier, but he wants them to see each other, to make it personal. Stuff like this should be personal.
Tim crawls up, dropping onto the bed and letting his knees fall open. Jason tries and fails not to stare for a moment, eyeing the way his thighs tremble just so, how his hands flutter like they don't know what to do. Jason moves to sit between Tim's knees and runs his hands up those long legs, getting a feel. He presses a kiss to the inside of Tim's knee, smiling into the skin when it makes Tim wiggle. “You're real pretty, you know that?” That earns him a shy smile. “Should smile like that more than the cocky shit. It's cute.” He gets his shoulders under Tim's knees, ankles hanging down his back so he can relax. “Comfortable?”
At Tim's affirmative Jason squeezes a bit of lube on his fingers, warming them up before he trails down, pressing at Tim's entrance. He tightens up, but he relaxes back when Jason peppers the inside of his thigh with kisses and he pushes one finger in.
He'd almost forgotten how hot people were inside, and the squeeze of Tim on his finger is making his dick throb. He moves in and out slowly as Tim adjusts, taking it slow without quite being glacial. He tries to distract, rubbing small circles into Tim's thigh with his free hand, sucking small marks into sensitive skin. He glances up from watching his own hand, checking on Tim, and his expression is a mix between awe and embarrassment.
Jason smirks, curling his finger up just to feel the way it makes Tim tense then relax. “Feel okay?”
“Y-yeah. Just feels weird.” Tim's dick is starting to flag a bit.
“That's normal. You're doing fine, just try to relax.” Tim's breath stutters, and part of Jason wants to ruin him with praise. Wonders what Tim would do if he called him a good boy, if he told him how good he felt inside, how hot and tight he was. On second thought it might kill him with embarrassment alone. Instead he leans down and pulls the head of Tim's cock into his mouth, sucking lightly.
“Holy shit!” Fingers grips Jason's hair and he chuckles as he tongues Tim back to full hardness, slipping another finger in. He pops off, curling his fingers as he searches for that feel good spot. He finds it, relishing in the way Tim jerks in his hands.
He wants Tim to enjoy it, to feel what it's supposed to be with someone that cares. But Jason's also a bit of an ass, so he drops his voice to a sultry velvet. “Good boy, Tim. You're doing perfect.” A small whine comes out of Tim before he cuts himself off, and Jason isn't gonna have any of that. “C'mon, make some noise for me. Let me hear how much you like my fingers in you.” He curls against that spot again and Tim moans a little louder, a little more bold. “There you go, sweetheart.”
Jason works him up to a third, and Tim is properly shaking now, little moans and gasps as Jason thrust his fingers just a little harder. He sucks another mark into the series on Tim's thigh, rolling the skin between his teeth to stain it dark. He's gonna make sure it lasts for at least a week, give Tim a nice reminder of what giving a shit feels like.
“C'mon, I'm ready.” It's just short of a whine. Jason turns his head, nipping at Tim's other thigh to start on a mirrored pattern.
“You sure?” Jason asks as he curls his fingers, pressing hard just to feel how Tim's legs clench then loosen across his back. He only asks to tease, Tim's been ready for a hot minute now.
“Fuck! Yes, please, you're driving me crazy.” Jason chuckles into Tim's leg as he glances up. Tim is flushed from his ears to his chest, eyes glassy and panting like he'd been fighting.
Jason pulls out, slapping around for the condom and lube. “That was just my fingers. Just wait til you get the real thing.”
Tim snorts, rolling his eyes as Jason slips the condom on and lubes himself. No such thing as too much lube. “I've had the real thing, thank you.”
Jason tries not to let it take his breath. The image of Tim, letting someone take him like that. Someone that doesn't care, maybe even someone that didn't prep right, just used him to use him. He clearly fails, because Tim looks away, glaring. “It's- it's not that big of a deal.”
“It is.” Jason slides himself forward, resting just against Tim's entrance with a hand to steady himself. He leans up, bringing the other to Tim's jaw, nearly folding him in half. A fucked up part of Jason reminds him that Tim was definitely trained by Nightwing and probably could fold himself in half. “It does matter. It's different when someone cares, when they're patient.” He leans down to kiss Tim as a distraction as he pushes in. He's distracting himself a little too, trying not to lose his hard on thinking about every person that could have taught Tim that it was okay to be used.
They gasp together when Jason's head passes that first ring of muscle. It's slick, and the heat of him is almost too much. Jason nearly finishes right then. He backs off from the kiss and presses his forehead to Tim's, eyes clenching as he works forward with little rolls of his hips. When he bottoms out he drags his gaze open, meeting Tim's. “You alright?”
Tim sucks in a gasp of air, like he'd been holding his breath. “Yeah, I'm good. It's just- a lot.” His voice is strained, almost overwhelmed.
Jason grins, rubbing his nose against Tim's to hear the little laugh it pulls from him. “Good.” He drops his mouth to Tim's ear as he starts to slide back, letting his hands drift to Tim's hips to hold him steady. “You're so fucking tight, you know that?” Tim’s shudder eggs him on as he slides back in a small thrust, just teasing for now. “Crazy hot around me, all slick heat.”
Tim moans, quiet and stuttery as Jason bottoms out again, agonizingly slow. “You- You feel good too.”
Tim's hands wrap around Jason's wrists, not restricting, but holding on as he starts to pick up the pace. “Oh yeah, Babybird?” That one makes Tim clench around him, and he'll have to come up with more nicknames if that was what it earned him. He licks Tim's neck, sucking another mark against his artery. “Tell me how I'm making you feel.”
“Ah! F-full!” Tim stutters out, mouth starting to hang open as Jason finds the right angle. “Hot.” Once Jason finds it he hones in, moving hard enough the bed is starting to smack into the wall, little bits of drywall raining to the floor below. “I've never- it's never been-” Jason fills in the gap easily enough. It's never been like this.
A particularly hard thrust pulls a yelp from Tim, but the way his back arches as he shouts kills any worry. “Fuck! Good, it feels good, Jason. More!”
“As you wish.” Jason thrusts faster, tucking his forehead into Tim's shoulder as he tries his best to keep a good rhythm, but he's starting to lose it as he gets closer. His hips get erratic, and Tim's in the same boat, death grip on Jason's wrists and pulling himself back into each stroke. Each push brings a whine, something almost animalistic as they move together. “Touch yourself.” Jason growls it into Tim's throat, and Tim’s hand leaves his grip at Jason's wrist. They groan in tandem as Tim gets a hand around himself, strokes slicked by the leaking of his cock. He clenches up impossibly tight as he does, and Jason isn't going to last much longer, vision going hazy as a drop of sweat rolls down his temple.
“Just like that, you’re doing so good for me, Tim.” Tim's breath hitches with these little gasps, shorter and shorter as he goes taut. “Come on Tim, lemme see how you come.”
He shouts Jason's name when he comes, spasming hard with a cry and shooting across his own stomach. His head pushes back, eyes closed tight and Jason drinks in every detail of the picture. Whether it's the way Tim shouts his name or the way he cinches around Jason's cock in waves as he comes that does it, Jason slams in, coming hard with a growl. His hips stutter as he fills the condom, slowing to a stop as they still.
For a moment they just breathe, chests heaving as Tim's release cools between them. Jason sits up, just enough to kiss Tim one last time. Tim melts into it, boneless and pliant as Jason kisses him deep.
Jason's voice is rough as he leans back, pulling out to remove and tie off the condom. He lets Tim's legs fall to the bed, taking satisfaction at the way they tremble.
Tim looks wrecked. Hair tousled and eyes glazed over as he pants like he's relearning how to breathe. His neck has a series of hickeys, growing darker by the minute and the insides of his thighs could be a Rorschach blot. Jason isn’t off scot-free either, little crescents on his wrists from Tim's nails turning purple. He rubs a hand over Tim's thigh, soothing the shaking as best he can. “So, have a good time?”
He should've known the sass was coming when he got Tim's Robin smirk. “Well you see, Jason, generally when a guy shoots off it was good.”
Jason kisses him again, chuckles turning to outright laughter and he grumbles against Tim's lips. “You little shit.”
Tim's smile wipes away any doubt Jason had about doing this, even as his words break his heart all over. “I didn't know it could be that-” He pauses, searching for the word. “Sweet. I didn't know it could be sweet. Thanks, Jason.”
Tim's grateful his hoodie covers his neck, because Dick definitely wouldn't believe he didn't find Jason without it.