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Dick’s jaw dropped in shock for a brief moment, then his face contorted into a fake pout. “What? Is Tim your favorite brother now? Am I now chopped liver?” 

“You’re always chopped liver, Dickface,” Jason answered, then grimaced as he added on, “ and Tim is definitely not my favorite brother.” He gave a half aborted shiver at the insinuation, really not ready to face that thought at all. 

“Good,” Dick replied, apparently not noticing the disgust in Jason’s tone or pretending to ignore it. “ As the oldest I should be the favorite.” 

Jason rolled his eyes so hard he felt the strain of a pulled muscle. “You aren’t.” 

“Just come on, Jason, let’s play the chicken game,” Dick continued, back on his whining. “You can have Tim on your shoulders and I’ll have Damian on mine then they fight!”

“They do that without our help,” Jason offered blandly, not moving from his chair. 

A loud splash from behind Dick drenched him in water as Steph and Cass jumped in the pull from the other side. Steph surfaced a moment later, right next to him. “Come on Dick,” she interrupted, “Cass and I will play!”

“Adequate,” Damian agreed as he finally waded closer again as well. “Much better competition than Drake and Todd.” 

Dick sighed, as if burdened by all the troubles in the world due to not getting Jason in the pool, but finally left Jason alone for a brief reprieve. 

Until Tim came over, holding two tall glasses of punch and just as fully clothed as Jason. 

Jason grinned up at him, taking in the high necked and long sleeved swim shirt Tim wore along with his long shorts. “Not going swimming Timmers?”

“I don’t feel like dealing with the sunburn for the next week, thank you very much,” Tim snarked. 

Jason snickered, sitting up and reaching for the extra drink just as Tim began to lean over and push it into his hand. The glass jolted between them with the abundance of force and splashed all over Jason’s shirt. Unlike Tim, Jason wasn’t wearing a swim shirt, just a plain white, now pink, shirt that soaked up the drink and clung stickily to his skin. 

“Whoops,” Tim offered with a shrug, eyes glued to Jason’s wet shirt. “Guess you have to lose the shirt if you don’t want to stay sticky.” 

“You're a bastard,” Jason accused, no heat to his mild tone. Then, without any further warning, he promptly scooped Tim up bridal style and with three large steps, tossed him into the pool. 

Tim flew in, failing and shouting his outrage and splashing into the others as they laughed and covered their faces. 

“Alright,” Jason smirked, “watch out now!” With that final warning, he stripped off the punch soaked shirt in one move and stepped back to take a running leap into the pool, aiming his cannonball right at Tim’s location.  

The water splashed up around him and Jason sank to the bottom for a second before pushing up and heading straight for the soaked, still fully clothed Tim a few feet away. Jason caught him easily, dragging him back under the water and causing a full dominance battle as they wrestled to dunk each other beneath the surface. Their escape attempts from each other were filled with laughs, shouts and lots of splashing for their spectators. 

Finally Jason managed to get his arms around Tim, and pin him to himself as they both surfaced and gasped for air. 

The water calmed for a moment, and the others' laughter at their antics quietened with a sudden gasp. 

“Oh my god Jason!” Steph’s cry of alarm had Jason jerking his head back over his shoulder to face her. 

She stared at him, a disturbed expression stretching across her face as her eyes darted over his body. The expression was mirrored in Dick’s aghast look, while Cass seemed contemplative and Damian just appeared confused. 

“Jason what the hell?” Dick started, looking concerned as he stared at Jason’s back. 

Jason stiffened in reaction. This is why he hated coming to these events. He had no idea what faux pas he’d committed this time to earn their reactions. He glanced back at Tim, but he also looked mildly confused. 

“Did you get into a fight with a tiger and lose?” Damian finally offered into the stunned silence, and Jason suddenly realized why everyone was looking at his back. 

The memory of the exact reason why he didn’t want to strip flashed through his mind and Jason felt the flush creeping up his face. He stole another glance towards Tim but this time one of pleading, begging Tim to save them from this situation. 

“If you are fighting animals, you should invite me, Todd,” Damian continued, ignoring the looks shared between Jason and Tim. 

Cass giggled and a moment later Steph gave a bark of disbelief. “I’m starting to think you don’t want to be anywhere near the particular animal Jason is losing against,” she offered with a snicker. 

Damian tsk’ed. “Animal cruelty is never acceptable and I–”

“There were no animals harmed in this adventure,” Tim helpfully interrupted, not helping anything at all.

“Jason, why is your back scratched–” Dick began to question then stopped, looked at the girls and flushed as a new realization dawned on him. “You’re seeing someone!?”

“Those are from intercourse?” Damian shouted

“Hope you gave as good as you got, Jason,” Steph laughed again, sharing a wink with the joke. 

Dick pushed forward into Jason's space, a new fake pout growing on his face. “How could you not tell me?” he complained, trying to widen his eyes. 

Jason ignored Dick, shooting a glare at Tim instead. Tim, who was smirking up at him with an evil expression. 

Tim opened his mouth, probably with another smart ass response to dig Jason’s hole further, and Jason leapt back at him with a war cry. Tim’s arms came up as he shouted in shock, but Jason had a far different strategy this time than their previous battle. He no longer cared for trying to dunk Tim under the water, no the new enemy was Tim’s fitted surf top that covered his neck and arms fully. 

“Oh no,” Steph called out as Cass continued to giggle. “That is way TMI! Nevermind Jay! I just don’t care! Don’t you dare! I don’t want to see it!” 

“What are you talking about?” Dick demanded towards her before trying to pull Jason off Tim. “Jason, stop screwing around with Tim and answer my questions!” 

Cass laughed harder. “Too late," she finally added to the conversation. 

Dick shot her a horrified look and Tim finally froze, trying to stop the realization breaking in Dick’s thoughts, but it was too late. Dick’s eyes cut over to them, accusing and pleading all at once. 

Jason used the distraction to finally rip Tim’s shirt off, showing a myriad of his own marks covering his partner's skin. Bright purple and red hickies lining Tim’s lower throat, Jason’s teeth marks covering his collar bone, and Jason’s handprints bruised into Tim’s exposed sides. 

Dick whimpered, Tim groaned, covering his face with his hands, and the girls burst into hysterics. 

“Thanks for asking everyone,” Jason said, giving his best shit stirring grin. “Shall we now conduct the vote on who’s winning?”

“I’d say this is time for the ‘safe, sane, consensual’ talk, Richard, but it seems a bit late,” Damian observed. “That is not safe or sane looking.” 

“Very consensual, though” Jason added with a leer in Tim’s direction. Tim seemed to be recovering, though the sun was already heating his fair skin and freckles were beginning to show. 

“TMI!” Dick screamed, as he covered his ears. “Too much information! New shirts! New shirt for Jason now!” he continued to shout as he climbed out of the pool. “And give Tim a shirt too!”

Feeling the warm press of a bare skinned body against him, Jason looked down to see Tim curling into his side, also grinning now. “Well that’s one way to come out, Jay.” 

“Chaotic family gatherings not your style Tim?” Jason asked, wrapping his arms around the heated skin of his partner. 

Instead of answering verbally, Tim’s arms wrapped around Jason’s neck, returning the embrace and tugging him down until their lips pressed together. Tim’s fingers wove into his hair for just a moment, before raking down Jason’s back with a rush of stinging pleasure.