Jason Flashfic

"Yep." Tim popped the p. "You're not patrolling tonight, right? You got the person you've been stressing over last night."

"I did and I'm not."

Tim grinned back. "Excellent. Then we're watching Star Trek."

Jason let out a loud, put-upon sigh. "I suppose. Since it's your birthday." But by the end, he was grinning at his boyfriend. Tim beamed back at him and ten minutes later, they were both parked on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table.

Once they were settled, Jason put his arm around Tim's shoulders and pulled him close. He could feel the solid muscle of Tim's shoulder and squeezed a little just to remind himself how strong his boyfriend was. Tim turned until his chest was pressed against Jason's side and he snaked an arm around Jason's waist. With this position, Jason barely had to bend his head to kiss him. Tim tried to deepen it, but Jason pulled away. With their position, he'd never be able to hide how turned on he was getting if the kisses got too involved.

"So when are you making Bruce take you to the DMV to get your permit?" he asked to change the subject.

"Monday! If I've got any say, we'll be there right at eight when they open. It's so stupid I have to wait until after my sixteenth birthday. I've driven the batmobile!"

"Yeah, well, it's not like the state of New Jersey knows that," said Jason. Tim pouted adorably, and Jason couldn't help but kiss it away. "Now, why don't you start our Star Trek marathon."

Jason regretted his statement when Tim had to pull his arm away from Jason's waist to get the remote. The place where Tim's arm had been felt cold without his weight there, but as soon as the opening theme started playing, it was back.

Only this time, Tim's pinky managed to find the gap between Jason's shirt and pants to rest against his bare skin. Jason kept himself from reacting even as goosebumps raced up his spine at the touch.

He was so gone on Tim. No wonder Dick teased them constantly.

Jason leaned over to press a kiss to Tim's scalp, and he felt Tim smile against his neck. Tim's grip tightened on his waist, and another finger slid beneath the hem of his shirt to rest against his bare skin.

Neither of them commented as the show continued to play. Jason was able to pay attention for most of the first two episodes, but then Tim brought his legs up on the couch and leaned against Jason harder.

Jason needed to use his free hand to brace himself which got uncomfortable before they were halfway through the episode. "Tim, sit up for a sec. If you want to lay down, let's do this properly."

"Thought you'd never ask," Tim said as he sat up.

Jason rolled his eyes, making sure Tim caught the gesture, then laid down on his back, leaving just enough room for Tim to squeeze in between him and the back of the couch on his side.

By the time they settled, Tim was half on top of Jason, not that Jason was complaining. He rested a hand on Tim's head and ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. Tim didn't bother pretending anymore and slid his entire hand up Jason's shirt to rest along his ribs.

Jason tightened his grip in Tim's hair to pull him up for a kiss. "You're incorrigible," he mumbled against Tim's lips, before cutting off any reply Tim could make. Not that Tim complained if the way he melted into it was anything to go by.

Tim's hand wandered a bit under his shirt, though it stayed above the waist. Jason let his own settle on Tim's back to hold him steady. They kept trading kisses until Jason could feel his pants growing more and more tight. When he had to hold himself back from grinding up against Tim, he pulled away with a gasp. Tim moved down his jaw to mouth at his neck

"Tim, please," begged Jason. Every time, it was getting harder and harder to stop. Especially since he knew Tim didn't want to stop, either. But they'd had the conversation—Tim was still so young and Jason didn't want to rush.

Tim stayed at his neck a moment longer, but with one last lick, he pulled away to pout down at Jason. "But it was just getting fun."

Jason raised an eyebrow at him. "So it wasn't fun before?"

"You know what I mean!"

Jason sighed and shifted slightly, pulling his hips away from Tim as much as possible on the couch. "Come on, we've talked about this."

Tim grumbled, but settled down again and they both pretended to pay attention to the show once more. Jason closed his eyes and just let himself feel Tim pressed against him, even if they were being good for now. He was still half hard, but he could ignore it for now as long as Tim behaved.

He must have dozed off because the next thing he was aware of was something buzzing against his stomach.

"Whaz 'at?" he asked Tim as he blinked awake.

Tim grinned down at him. "It's midnight."

It took Jason a moment to realize what that meant, but then kissed Tim. "Happy Birthday, Tim."

Tim chased his mouth and kissed him hard. This time, Jason didn't pull back. At least, he didn't until Tim rolled over to straddle Jason's hips.

"What are you doing?" asked Jason.

"It's my birthday," grinned Tim. "I'm sixteen."

"All of Gotham will tremble when you get your permit."

Tim stuck his tongue out at him. "You're an ass. And not what I mean. I'm sixteen. Means I'm legal." Tim's grin turned down right predatory, and he sat down right on Jason's crotch.

Jason would never admit to the way he squawked, or how quickly he reached out to grab Tim's waist. "We—we said we'd wait."

Tim rolled his eyes, then his hips. Jason was in heaven, or hell. He might have just woken up, but his cock had certainly not been as out of it as his brain had been, already he was hard as a rick. "Yeah, until I was legal. It's midnight. I'm sixteeen, it's legal."

Jason bit his cheek to distract himself. So many of his wet dreams had started like this, too. But the last vestiges of sleep were falling away as he realized this was real. "Are you sure? You're still so young. I don't mind—"

Tim ground down again. "Jason, if you don't fuck me tonight, I swear to god you won't see me again until after your birthday."

Jason tightens his grip on Tim's waist and forces himself not to thrust up. "I don't have anything," he admits. "And I'm not digging through Bruce's room for a condom."

Tim reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wrapped condom. "And I've got lube in my bag."

Jason thrust up at the sight, couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to, and had to focus very hard to keep himself from coming in his pants. "You planned this," he gasped out. "Down to the minute."

"Duh," said Tim, though the flush to his cheeks proved he wasn't unaffected. "I'm not going to not plan out how I lose my virginity to my crazy hot boyfriend."

Jason laughed. He couldn't not. "You're ridiculous. I love you." He pulled himself up, so he was upright, too, and kissed Tim again, hard.

"That mean yes?"

"We're not—"

"But, Jay!"

Jason pecked him again and wrapped an arm tighter around Tim's waist before getting to his feet. Tim squeaked and wrapped his legs around Jason. "You didn't let me finish, babe," said Jason. "We're not having sex for the first time on the goddamn couch."

Tim laughed. "You're such a gentleman." He leaned down to peck Jason's lips.

"Gonna treat you right," Jason murmured against his lips. He didn't let Tim continue to kiss him, though, as he maneuvered around the coffee table towards the door where Tim had left his bag. He didn't want to misstep and send them both tumbling to the ground and ruin their night.

Jason was grateful they were in the penthouse rather than the manor. The distance from the door to his room was so much shorter. He kicked his door shut behind him and set Tim down on his bed. He couldn't believe this was really happening.

Immediately, Tim spread his legs and propped himself up on an elbow to stare at him hungrily.

Jason wished he could take a picture; Tim looked an absolute dream. "Want to always see you spread out on my bed like this," he said as he climbed up after Tim.

Jason felt that night was as much a present for him as it was for Tim.

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Sorry to end it before the sex! It's already a tad too long for a flash-fic event. (At least at my writing speed.)