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Jason doesn’t want to think what the others would if they found him here with Dick. Him slouched against the bathroom wall sitting across from Dick in the tub shaving his damn legs. No one ever questions it, it’s just something Dick does. Maybe the memory of the older man cracking some guy's nose with an elbow to the face, probably shattering it in the process does help. Vicious little Dickie-bird.

Dick rolls his shoulders, “You just gonna stare today or did you wanna talk about something?”

In all honesty Jason could just sit there and gawk, “Ink turned out nice.” he nods his head.

Dick smiles, looking down, “Yea, think they woulda liked it.”

On Dick’s chest right on his heart is a tattoo of a robin, in its talons is a scroll containing his parents names. The whole thing looks like a watercolor painting, soft and delicate.

“They would.” he agrees, “A lil girly though.”

“Shut up, Jay.” Dick and he share a laugh. “Thinking about getting one for Bab’s next.” he says after a moment.

“Oh,” Jason tries to sound as uninterested as possible, “really?”

He’s pretty god awful at it and they both know it.

“We’ve been married for half a year already, Jay.”

“Did I say I had problem with it?”

“You didn’t have to.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I dunno, something... I’m getting tired of the act, and Bab’s is gonna get sick of lying for us at some point.”

“Then why even get the ink?”

“Because,” Dick runs a hand through his hair in annoyance, “Ugh, it just seems like the thing I’m supposed to do.”

Jason shrugs, “Do whatever you need to do.”

“Jason-”

“I’m not gonna say, ‘Let’s come out’ or ‘Let’s run away together’, alright? Cause we both know what’ll happen if we do. So how ‘bout we stop pretending it’s a possibility?”

“Then why are you even here?” Jason tries to ignore the look of hurt on Dick’s face.

Jason opens his mouth to close it again. Fuck Dick. Fuck him and his beautiful face. And especially fuck his ability to make him smile, and make Jason believe he’s actually worth a damn.

“Get out of the tub and I’ll show you.”

“Screw you, Jay.” he frowns.

Jason laughs, “I’ll let you if you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Dick eyes him seriously, “You’d let me?”

He stands up, they can postpone the serious talk for later, “I’ll be waiting for you on the bed.”

When Dick follows him out of the bathroom he throws on a smile. He can’t fake it. Dick is gorgeous, sculpted and glowing from the bath. He wants to run his tongue over every muscle like it’s last time he’ll ever get to. Sometimes he wonders if it actually will be. 

He extends his hand out, “C’mon then. Or are you just gonna stand around?”

Dick gives him a grin and pads over, settling himself right on Jason’s lap.

“Hey wait, I was-” Jason starts but is cut off by a forceful kiss that makes him lay down onto the mattress.

Dick is a mix of things. Sweet and gentle in the brief moments they’re tucked away, sharing kisses and soft touches like they just found out how it works. Fiery and passionate when he finds something he wants, like having Jason fuck him raw against a brick wall until the buzzing street lamp above them burns out.

“I don’t want you to give me something you’re not ready to give.” Dick says lightly grinding into him.

“Who says I’m not ready.” and Jason learns it’s really hard to glare when he’s doing that.

“I can tell.”  

Dick leans over and kisses him again, this time Jason meets his eagerness by opening his mouth just enough to let Dick in. It’s just a kiss and yet Jason feels vulnerable, like he needs to hold onto the other just for balance.

There’s a sudden knock on the door, “Better wrap it up, boys. Bruce just called and he and Tim will be over in a few.”

They both thank Barbara although both of them sound a bit breathless. Jason doesn’t want to move and he knows Dick doesn’t either. He gives him a quick peck and puts his hands on Dick’s chest to push him away. He hates this but he knows it’s for the best.

“Some other time.” he says.