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Damian was hot.
The swelter of summer had overtaken Gotham. His high school graduation came and went in a haze of heat. Spring lay forgotten, as the world sped by. Every decision, every milestone, every person, seemed to be rushing him.
Everything, except for Tim.
Sitting atop the blanketed hood of Tim’s car, Damian felt like he could finally breathe. The blistering sun was almost set, and a new, cooler air passed over his arms.
“You’re still sure about Gotham State?” Tim questioned drawing Damian’s attention back from the darkened sky.
Tim’s sunglasses reflected his own jutted expression which irked him more than the question. “How many times are you going to ask me that?”
He shrugged, falling back to lay on the blanket. “‘Till you say it with conviction.”
Damian stopped himself from rolling his eyes before answering, “I am sure I want to go to Gotham State. I want to stay near the family.”
Tim hummed, stretching to place his arms beneath his head. The trees above them rustled in the summer breeze. They had started taking drives together early on. The secrecy of their relationship meant that there were few possible places in Gotham for their dates. The fact that most of the Bats knew, meant that any mention of going to Tim’s apartment was met with fierce interrogation. Today they had driven out to a state forest, parked the car on a scenic overview, and shared bubble tea. The overview's road lights were just beginning to turn on.
Damian felt his chest tighten as he took in his lover’s physique. Tim’s pale stomach, poked out from under his shirt, contrasting the light tan of his arms and legs. His knees were bent, shifting his shorts to fall back a bit revealing another patch of untouched skin. The smell of sweat and sunblock clouded Damian’s head as he shifted to loom over his boyfriend.
Damian stared at his reflection briefly before inching down, muttering a soft, “How’s this for conviction?” Although Damian’s kiss was pointed, Tim offered back something more relaxed. Warm and slow. Achingly slow. It was something they had done numerous times in the past month. Something Damian still adored but at the moment, did not want. Did not need.
Damian pushed a hand into Tim's hair before dropping back in. The orange of the sunset filtered into dark blue as Damian licked open Tim’s mouth. He pulled at his languid boyfriend's nape, prompting him to push against Damian’s mouth.
Tim nipped at Damian’s lip causing the young Robin to moan, and just like that Tim dropped his head.
“We can’t do this here,” Tim reasoned but Damian simply followed his mouth, kissing any further protest into silence. They had been together for almost six months. They had rarely had more than a few moments together.
The world was speeding by Damian, as Tim continued time and time again to halt the physical progression of their relationship.
The lack of control was eating Damian alive. He wanted this.
Barricading Tim’s head with his forearms, Damian shifted his leg over Tim’s bent knee. The movement required a brief pause in kissing and Tim half-warned with a, “Someone could see.”
“We are,” Damian corrected between kisses along Tim’s jaw, “miles outside of Gotham.” Biting just below Tim’s earlobe, “in a forest.” Lowering his hips he rocked back onto Tim’s groin, eliciting a heavy groan. “And we have been dating for seven months,”
“Six and a half,”
“More than enough time,” Damian countered, moving a hand to take off Tim’s sunglasses. “I want you.”
“Dami,” Tim sighed, hands soothing circles onto Damian’s sides.
“No. None of that.” Damian rolled his hips down lower, loving the way Tim’s mouth fell open. “I want to have sex with you.”
Tim’s eyes pinched shut as he attempted to speak, “We’re supposed to-”
“We have taken it slow.” Damian snapped up, sitting now straight up in Tim’s lap. “No couple on earth has ever moved so slow.”
Tim blinked up at him. “Dami-”
“I’m sick of it. We have done exactly what you first described. We’ve gone on dates, cooked together, told the family, had arguments and compromises.”
Damian pushed himself to fall perfectly off of Tim and the car. He stood, facing his slack-jawed boyfriend, “In addition, we have done everything Father has asked for. We have behaved for the press. Only secretly, had a prom dance together, and have slept in separate bedrooms both at the manor and at Titans Tower. We are watched like hawks on movie nights, we know Father has bugged our phones, and I, for one, am starting to feel like this relationship isn’t mine.”
The street light above them flickered. Awareness that the sun had set, came to them both. Tim pushed himself to sit properly.
“I,” he started before fidgeting. “Jeez- Damian.” Tim watched the blanket they had draped over the car slip down the surface.
Damian waited. He had said more than intended. More than planned. But nothing he did not mean. He watched as Tim seeped in the information.
“I’m sorry,” Tim started. “I didn’t know you felt this way. I was-”
“You're trying not to rush me,” Damian finished having heard it before, “I know. I am grateful, but unless you aren’t interested in having sex, you are now stopping me from having the relationship I am ready for.”
Tim’s frown deepened as he slid to rest his feet on the bumper. His hands clasped tight as his arms rested on his knees. He bit his lip before asking, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“A lot was happening.”
“Were you afraid to tell me?” Tim asked in earnest.
“Yes and no,” Damian deflated as Tim stared off into the woods. “I needed to gather my thoughts first. I had hoped this would also end with me graduating.”
“I wasn’t,” Tim insisted, “holding back because you were in high school, Damian. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling pressured. Like, we kissed, started dating, and came out to the family in like a month.”
Damian moved at that, taking his place in Tim’s line of sight, “Timothy, you have never once pressured me. Each of those steps, I took of my volition. More often than not I feel like I am pressuring you.”
Tim puffed his cheeks as Damian asked, “Do you want to have sex?”
The air fell from Tim as he answered with a swift, “Yes! No, of course, I want to have sex.” His cheeks blazed like a lighthouse through the dark. “I just don’t want to mess this up. Steph, Kon, things just got messier after we had sex. I told you about Ariana too. It just adds a lot of complications if it’s not approached correctly.”
Damian bent down to cup and turn Tim’s head before countering, “Good thing I’m leagues better than all of your exes.”
At that, Tim laughed, smacking Damian’s hand away, “You’re such a brat.” Tim leaned back on the hood of his car.
“A brat you want to fuck.” Damian countered, forcing some confidence, “Am I right?”
Tim smiled up at Damian before answering, “Absolutely.”
At that, Damian kissed him. Heat surged as Tim’s hands gripped at Damian’s side, pulling him between his legs. Tim arched back and Damian’s hands splayed on either side of him, soaking up the heat of the car hood. The kiss was exactly what Damian needed. Passionate, hot, and filled to the brim with urgency. They both needed this.
Months of good behavior primed for demolition.
A flash went off beside them, pulling them both apart.
Wide-eyed, a young woman stood one traffic light over. Her chest was heaving, and her mouth had fallen agape.
“Ah,” she scrambled to lower her phone, “oh my god. I’m so sorry. I was just trying to change the song on my phone, cause I’m out on a run, see,” he motioned to her running shoes and Damian pushed off the car to stand properly. “And gosh darn it, I just pressed the flash button instead of the next song. How stupid of me?”
The young woman erupted into a first of forced giggles as Tim slid off his car. He eyed Damian silently asking for permission to handle it. Damian nodded in almost disbelief. How could this happen a second time?
“Can I see it?” Tim asked.
The girl floundered, “see what?”
“The picture.”
“Oh! Didn’t you listen? I just turned on the flashlight! I didn’t take a picture.”
“This will be easier if you just show us the picture.”
The woman tensed. Tim’s cool threat prompted her to fiddle with her phone. If she knew Tim was famous enough to take a picture of him then she understood his reach. Shaking, she turned the screen around.
“It's bad. I’m sorry Mr. Wayne- or is it Drake? You can’t even tell who it is. I’m so so so sorry. It’s just not every day I see a Gotham celebrity out here.”
Damian moved to stand behind Tim. The picture, although sexual, was in fact, bad. Blurred. White balance shot to hell. No way could anyone tell who was in it.
Tim pursed his lips as the woman snatched her phone back. “You should retake it.”
Both the woman and Damian did a double-take.
“What?”
“You’re not going to be able to sell that,” Tim continued. “Do you know who Vikki Vale is?”
“I wasn’t gonna sell it!”
“What were you going to do then?”
“I was just gonna post it somewhere, maybe. I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead. I just acted without thinking.” The woman held her tongue and her phone in a vice grip now.
“You should sell it,” Tim continued.
She nodded, blinked, and shook her head before beginning again, “Why would you want that?”
“Think it’s time for the world to know. What do you think Dami?” Only when turned away from the woman, could Damian see Tim’s resolve drop. The uncertainty clear on his face. Damian couldn’t stop his eagerness from bubbling. He wanted the world to know, and Tim was showing he too, was ready.
Damian had never been so sure.
“It’s our relationship after all,” Damian answered as if the whole subject was harmless. “Shouldn’t we choose when it becomes public.”
“Oh, “ the woman continued, “That makes sense. But I wouldn't even know who to sell it to.”
“Vikki Vale,” Tim answered.
“Who?”
“She’s like a columnist, and she would pay a buttload for a good picture of us.”
“She would?” Damian interjected.
“She would,” Tim said, turning back, “she's been calling me for the last month asking about you. Said she found some pictures of us being friendly at a hockey game, then the zoo, etc, etc.”
The wickedness in Tim’s smile made Damian’s toes curl. “Ah, she would then.”
“But,” the woman stuttered, “I don’t know her.”
Tim reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and a business card. He wrote Mrs. Vale’s number down and held it out for the woman.
She took it and was about to ask another question when Tim started up again, “We are going to first fix the settings on your phone. They are not set up for this harsh overhead lighting. Then we can take one picture of Damian and I close together, which you’ll email to Ms. Vale to entice her, but only send the follow-up picture after she sends a contract for photo rights and a check. Got it?”
The woman nodded.
“Great, now let me see your phone again if you don’t mind?”
-
Damian could hardly contain his excitement. Twice on the car ride home, they had pulled over to make out, but both took turns insisting they head back to Tim’s apartment. It was clear, their luck with PDA was nonexistent.
From the moment Tim parked the car, silent anticipation overtook them both. Every glance was pointed. Firey and calculated. Ripe with promise. The elevator ride seemed to take hours, exacerbated only by the clear effort Tim took to not touch.
Side steps. Almost brushes of skin. Each time Tim moved a fraction of an inch closer to Damian the world seemed to shrink. There was nothing Damian wanted more than for Tim to open his apartment door and fuck him.
He had thought about it for months. The order. The position. Who did what, and where, and how and now it was happening. Tim was closing the door behind him.
Damian’s entire body seemed to pulse alongside his heart as he turned to face Tim.
“So,” Tim’s smacked his lips before leaning back against the door and asking, “You wanna watch a movie right?”
Damian rolled his shoulders to subdue the pinch of frustration. “You’re goddamn lucky I love you.”
Their first kiss was messy and full of unencumbered eagerness. Damian crowded Tim against the door, pulling him to his tiptoes. The sheer pressure kept him lifted as their hands explored with new freedom.
Tim trembled as Damian began kissing down his neck and sneaking fingers beneath his shirt. “How,” Tim murmured as Damian pushed his hands up Tim’s chest, “how do you want this?”
Damian let Tim drop back to his heels as he pulled off Tim’s shirt and then his own with little care for style. Lightheaded, he answered, “Every way possible,” before dropping to his knees.
He mouthed the outline of Tim’s abs as he settled into place, hands snaking to grip at Tim’s ass. “No, well yes,” Tim blabbered, “but I mean what have you fantasized about. Do you want to fuck me, or -“
“I want you to fuck me.” The heat of Damian’s breath caused Tim’s muscles to quiver and knees to almost buckle. Tim’s hands gripped the back of Damian’s skull, scratching just enough to elicit a throb in Damian’s cock.
“Cool,” Tim breathed out and Damian couldn’t subdue his smile as he unbuttoned Tim’s pants. He needed to taste Tim again. “We should move to the bedroom.”
“First,” Damian drawled, unzipping Tim’s shorts, “I want to pay you back.” His hands glided to push under the legs of Tim’s shorts, to his boxer briefs. “For months, you’ve tempted me.”
“Come on Damian. That’s not fair.”
“What’s unfair is how long you’ve kept your cock from me,” Damian corrected before kissing the outline of Tim’s erection. “So selfish.” Tim sighed before dropping his head back to the door with a heavy thud. Damian glanced up to see the heave of Tim’s reddened chest.
From goosebumps, to blush, Tim’s skin ensured there were no secrets between them. The sheer honesty of it excited Damian.
Damian’s hands curved to press his thumbs into the crook of Tim’s thigh and hip, allowing his hands to squeeze his ass cheeks. He had permission now to touch Tim anywhere. There was no more waiting. The knowledge intoxicated him as his mouth began to suck at the fabric of Tim’s boxers. Tim tried to shuffle, and buck, but Damian teased the length of his erection as he held him down. His own throbbed at the whines Tim let loose.
“Stop teasing.”
Damian hummed still watching as Tim’s head fell forward. “Hm?”
“Take them off,” Tim pleaded, biting his lip as Damian’s hands continued to knead into the flesh of Tim’s ass.
“Take what off?”
“My pants! Dami,” Tim begged, “Take off my pants.” Damian smirked before dropping back to sit on his heels and tug at Tim’s shorts. Practiced hands pulled them both down in a fluid motion and Tim breathed a sigh of relief. Rocking back up, Damian licked a stripe up the underside of Tim’s cock causing a groan. “Jeez, Dami. You’re trying to kill me.”
The past few months had allowed Damian to hone his blowjob expertise. Sucking at the head of his cock, he used the spit from the first stripe to get a good grip.
Damian used his free hand to palm himself as he basked in the sound of Tim’s dishevelment. He twisted his palm and began to suck in earnest, dropping lower and lower with each bob. “You’re so good Dami,” Tim keened, “you have no idea how good you are. God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Damian popped off just to answer, “Then fuck me now.” Tim opened an eye as if to question and Damian quickly continued, “Fuck my face. Give me a preview.”
Tim puffed all the air in his chest before pushing his back up the wall. Damian sat back and began to undo his jeans as Tim attempted to regain his footing. Damian spit in his hand before pulling his dick out. Neither of them, despite being masters of numerous disciplines, thought about taking off their goddamn shoes before this.
Tim’s pants pooled on his ankles.
Still, Tim pushed his hips off the wall and gripped the back of Damian’s head, guiding it to his pulsing dick. Damian could barely stop his grin as Tim spoke, “You’re such a brat you know that? Getting me to do the work.”
“I always get what I want Tim.”
Damian relished the feeling of Tim’s cock being pressed between his lips and began to pump himself matching the rhythm Tim set. Each moment of guidance entranced Damian. The first slow drawn out stroke as Tim found the right angle, and then the sporadic need. His own cock pulsed in his hand as Tim fucked his face.
Before long Tim’s thighs were trembling as Damian was guided back to the head of his cock. He sucked, teasing the slit of Tim’s head before a shutter and groan was heard. Tim squeezed himself as he came into Damian’s mouth. The sound was nearly enough to send Damian over as well.
He swallowed and pulled back, gazing up at the trembling body of Tim Drake. Tim looked down at him through hooded lids, before finally letting his knees buckle. He landed in front of Damian in a heap of ecstasy.
“You’re so good.”
“So you’ve said.”
“So very good.”
“I’m deeply flattered.”
Tim licked his lips before eyeing Damian’s patient erection. Awkwardly Tim twisted his legs to kick off his shoes and gripped the back of Damian’s head to kiss him.
Pulling at his jaw, Tim forced Damian up and back onto his butt. He grabbed between kisses at Damian’s jeans and shoes in order to rip them off. There was nothing composed about it. The sheer fumbling of it would have caused Damian to laugh if he wasn’t so hard himself.
Tim had him on his back and pleading in less than ten seconds of maneuvering. And it took less than three more for Tim to flick his tongue against the head of Damian’s dick.
All the smug satisfaction Damian had, melted under Tim's hand and mouth. The same rhythm that has driven him crazy for the past few months was now just a tease. Act 1 in the two-act play entitled ‘Finally, Tim and Damian were going to have anal sex.’
Damian could do little more than pleading and offer half compliments as Tim sucked him off. The whole thing peaked as quickly as it began and Damian came down, out of breath and seeing stars. He was amazed at how his heart still swelled upon seeing Tim smile.
“Spent?” Tim joked and Damian shook his head through labored breaths.
“Absolutely not. You have a promise to fulfill.”
Tim’s eyes softened as he did his cheeky grin. Damian pushed up on to his forearm, tilting his chin up as Tim’s eyes roamed. Tim seemed to have switched into thought mode.
Whether it was the attention or the post-orgasm haze, Damian couldn't help but feel butterflies escape into his stomach.
Tim’s brow pinched as he settled again on Damian’s face. His breath trembled and he let loose a, “You know, I love you right?”
Damian swallowed as his toes curled. They were lying on the floor of Tim’s apartment, completely naked, and at the mercy of a time bomb gossip article about how Bruce’s heir and late-in-life adopted protege were dating. This! This is the moment Tim chose to be sappy.
“And I love you,” Damian tacked on.
“Like a lot,” Tim added on as if it’s something clever to say. “I love you so much, Damian. I never want to lose this.”
Damian breathed in Tim’s words and reached out to curl his fingers into his hair. “Then don’t.”
Tim bit the inside of his lips as Damian continued, “Don't lose me and I too, will never lose you.”
“Damian,” Tim said, gripping Damian’s hand and pressing it into his cheek, “We can’t promise that.”
“I can promise whatever the hell I want,” Damian said as he shifted to pull Tim to rest on his chest, “Timothy, we are both overly logical people. We both know what’s possible and what’s not, but right now I want to promise you more than what I am sure of. I promise that no matter what happens, I will never lose you.”
Tim’s face twisted before settling into an awkward smile, “and I promise, I’ll do everything I can to never lose you, Damian.”
They breathed together. Breathed in that promise before Tim tipped forward to peck Damian on the lips.
“Get up. I have another promise to fulfill.” Slowly Tim pulled Damian to his feet and the bedroom.
A tinge of nervousness tickled at the base of Damian’s spine as Tim encouraged him to lay on a propped pillow. Stomach down, and exposed to his boyfriend, the reality dawned on him.
They were actually going to do this.
Damian rarely felt his age. Always a step ahead, ready to bear more than his age required. But as Tim kissed the skin between his shoulders, Damian couldn’t help but feel like a teenager.
Bashfulness overtook him and Damian buried his head in the other pillows. The sound of Tim rummaging in his bedside dresses made his stomach churn. Tim promised him steps. Dates, and romance, and dances. All the things Damian didn’t know he wanted, didn’t dream of doing.
It’s embarrassing and maybe juvenile but Damian couldn't help but feel special. Feel how this moment was actually somehow, special.
He shook his head as Tim started to talk, “You’re so stunning, Dami. I honestly can’t believe it.” His tender words glided alongside his hands down Damian’s side. The bed shifted and Damian felt Tim kiss the bass his spine. “I love seeing you like this. Spread out and excited. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Damian's voice cracked when he responded, “Get on with it then,” and Tim squeezed his hips. So much for masked confidence.
“So impatient,” Tim cooed before spreading Damian. He kissed each cheek, before licking him and Damian muffled his excitement in the sheets. The sheets that smelled like Tim. His Tim. The same Tim that was teasing his body, opening him, and will soon be inside him. He had prepared for this moment, but rimming was still a pleasant surprise. Tim’s boldness continued to astonish him.
Cool gel was felt and Damian ground down into the bed, erection already returning with newfound vigor. Tim’s mouth was replaced by clever fingers and they slowly circled their way down. “If you’re uncomfortable at any time, tell me,” Tim commanded, “Don’t just bear it. Let me know.”
“Tim,” Damian bleated before catching his tone, “If you don’t finger me now, I will do it myself.” He cast Tim a look over his shoulder to solidify his point but froze upon seeing his lover. Tim was beautiful. Grey eyes sparkling with amusement, but skin flushed with want.
He batted his eyes before grinning, “Would love to see that one day, but today,” he pressed a slick finger into Damian savoring the way it made the younger man shutter, “I want you all to myself.” Damian dropped his cheek back against the pillows as Tim began to work. Testing and teasing fingers and tongue for the perfect combination.
Ever the researcher, Damian thought. Tim is no doubt cataloging how each touch made him quiver.
The sensation caused Damian to move without worry. Any burn was quickly replaced by pleasure and soon he was bucking back into Tim’s hand. Two fingers, then three, building the coil of excitement inside him. “You’re doing so amazing. You’re so tight Dami. So insanely hot.”
Damian tried to think of something nice to say back but all that came out were groans. The loss of pressure staggered him as Tim pulled out his fingers, and lifted his hips a bit more, nudging him to roll over to face him. Damian moved to his back and watched through his fanned eyelashes as Tim slicked himself up. The slow way Tim pulled at his own cock was obscene. Damian never wanted to forget it.
Tim settled between Damian’s legs and looked him up and down. Sweat dripped down Damian’s shaky thighs as Tim climbed over him. They kissed once more. Languid and tender, and full of promise.
Damian tried to silence his heart as Tim pulled back and pressed a final kiss to his forehead. The audacity of it caused Damian to close his eyes for a moment.
His composure was somewhere. He had to find it before- and any thought of control was lost upon feeling the head of Tim’s cock against his ass. He let loose his breath and opened his eyes to see Tim hold his lip between his teeth.
He asked Damian for permission through a glance, and Damian nodded without thought.
Tim pressed into him. His body tightened at first, and Tim watched, only easing in as Damian’s muscles began to uncoil. He gasped and felt just how wet and hot each inch felt inside him. The press was overwhelming. Consuming in the most addictive way. There was nothing else but this.
This was what Damian wanted, and this was worth the wait.
Tim pushed deeper, groaning at an octave so low, Damian was sure he has never heard it before. He forced his eyes to stay open. He had to see this. He needed to see how Tim’s face fell when he reached the hilt. How much satisfaction his body could bring him.
“Oh Damian,” Tim dropped his head to steady himself. Damian rolled his hips eliciting another groan from Tim as the white-hot sensation truly morphed into pleasure.
“Timothy,” Damian shuddered and shifted back just enough to be able to grab Tim’s hands which had been braced against the mattress. “Please.”
The sincerity of his plea brought Tim back. The attention caused whatever blood left in the chest to ignite. Tim’s attention- every single bit of it - was Damian’s. Tim pulled back just enough to press back in drawing moans from them both.
The flurry of names, and pleas, meshed as Tim slid into Damian over and over again. At some point Damian reached out to grip Tim’s shoulders, guiding him somehow closer. Deeper. Each thrust tighter and more intimate than the last.
Tim’s muscle rippled beneath Damian’s palms and Tim buried his nose in the crook of his neck. He bit, kissed, and murmured Damian’s name over and over again until finally, Tim whispered a heavy, “Come for me.”
Damian shook, not wanting the sensation to end, but the words melted his determination. “Come on Dami. Show me how good you are.” Heat. So much heat jolted through him as Tim continued, “That’s it. So gorgeous. So good.” He arched as Tim delivered another last gut-wrenching stroke.
Each tremor touched a different part of Damian. The relief of Tim’s hold kept him steady as he came, almost chanting every variation of Tim’s name. Timothy, Drake, Tim. Each one spilled from him unconsciously. Tim pushed into him again, this time more erratically, before tipping over as well. The pressure of Tim’s pulsing orgasm simply escalated the pleasure of Damian’s aftershocks.
They lay like that for a while. Skin aflame, and Tim softening inside Damian. The air around them starts to cling, but Damian held Tim against his chest. He breathed in, kissed Tim’s hair, and breathed out, ignoring how reality crept back into his senses.
Tim shifted his hips, allowing Damian to drop his, and pulled out finally. The emptiness wasn’t as bad as the dampness, Damian decided, as Tim settled his arms on Damian's chest. He rolled his head along his folded hands before grinning up at Damian.
Damian almost stopped himself from saying something snarky. “Pleased with yourself?”
Tim answered earnestly.
“Yes and I’m extremely pleased with you.” Damian preened only a bit before becoming all too aware of the wet sensation spilling out from him. Sensing his discomfort Tim popped up to go wherever. Damian didn’t think about it. He closed his eyes and arched his back loving the ease of it. Although slightly damp he was more than content.
Tim returned before Damian considered actually thinking, with a wet towel. He opened a window and the cool night air sent a chill up Damian’s spine. He watched as Tim cleaned him, pulled the blanket from beneath them. He returns with a new sheet from the closet.
The adultness of it all will impress Damian later. Now is not the time for analysis. Tim settled beside him, pulling the blanket over them both as Damian rolled to his side.
They don’t kiss. Don’t move to touch each other. They both simply stare in quiet awe.
Damian cannot tamper down his smile as he speaks, “I hope you know, that I expect this now.”
Tim snorts, “Of course.”
“There is no going back.”
“I get it.”
“And I will be fucking you next time.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Good,” Damian chimed, grabbing Tim's face. “Whatever I want.” They kiss, and it’s exactly like before. Lazy. Unencumbered, and theirs.
Tim’s emergency bell goes off, and Damian rolls his eyes at the timing. He was never a fan of rom-coms, but time and time again, he feels as though he has stepped right into one. Tim grabs at the communicator in his bedside dresser.
“Red Robin to Oracle,” Tim says as if he didn’t just screw Damian’s brains out.
“Nope. Batgirl,” Steph chimed loud enough for Damian to hear. “You’re a jerk and if Damian’s there, make sure he knows he’s a jerk too.”
“Hey Damian,” Tim starts with a gleeful grin, “Batgirl says you’re a jerk.”
“I heard.”
“You know who was with Batman when he finally checked his messages from Vikki Vale?”
“Was it you?”
“It was me. You guys are selfish pricks and you owe me.” She paused. “Big time.”
“Understood.”
“Also those pictures are staged.”
“Are they?” Tim barely faked his surprise causing Damian to grin.
“Shut up. They are. I hate that I even had to see them.” A window creaked and steps echoed as Stephanie continued, “I’m going home now, but if I somehow have to cover up for you two again, I am going to make it my personal mission to ruin your relationship, not save it.”
Damian raised his voice to answer, “Impossible.”
“Don’t test me!” Steph yelled back and Tim placed the communicator on the far edge of the nightstand. “I’m done with you two. After you two are done explaining yourselves to Batman, you are both taking me out.”
“Mhm,” Tim mumbled loud enough to still be heard as he settled down next to Damian.
“And we aren’t using Wayne money, we are using Drake trust fund money.” Damian laughed at that before moving to rest his head on Tim’s chest. “Promise?”
“We promise,” Tim answered.
“Damian?”
“We promise,” Damian echoed before nipping at Tim’s skin just for fun.
“Great. Goodnight assholes.” The communicator clicked abruptly and the two lovers breathed a sigh of relief. They would deal with the world in the morning. Tim kissed the top of Damian’s head as a new wave of calmness rolled through them both.
Damian squeezed Tim once more as they exchanged goodnights.
A silent promise held between them as they drifted off.
A promise that neither of them would let go of.