[So that he has time to freshen up, doubt himself, down another can of beer for his nerves, doubt himself again, and speed over as fast as humanly possible on his bike. While lowkey doubting himself.]
smth to keep u motivated :)
[That last bit is sent with a selfie taken from a very low angle of Jason, shirt hiked up and between his teeth. Only his nose and mouth are visible, and he's smirking around the fabric of his shirt. The picture is more of his abs than anything, but if Tim wants to look close, he may be able to see just the top of a bulge in Jason's jeans.
Thank god for phones; they make it so easy to seem more confident than you actually are.]
[Tim doesn't actually need any motivation when it comes to Jason but the pic's appreciated all the same. Tim replies right away but because he's kind of a shit, all Jason gets is a single thumbs up emoji.
He's waiting for Jason by the time he turns up at Tim's apartment - small, unassuming, a place on the third floor of an old building in what's probably not the best neighborhood, a place where he can slip easily in and out of the shadows. It's a temporary place, month-to-month rental, because he hasn't decided how long he's staying in Gotham, and the second Jason's inside, whether he enters by door or window, Tim's intent is to grab him by the front of his shirt, push him up against the nearest wall, and get his tongue as far into Jason's mouth as he can.
What he's wearing isn't all that notable, by the way - red polo, dark jeans. Standard civvies, but they probably won't be staying on for long, right?]
[It's the window. The door seems too serious somehow. Plus, what self-respecting vigilante uses a door when there's a window available?
Even so, it seems like Tim's the one with the element of surprise. Any lingering doubts Jason had get knocked out of him when Tim slams him up against the wall. He's surprised at first, stiff, with his arms out by Tim's sides, but a few seconds of that insistent tongue in his mouth soften him right up. He braces his hands on Tim's hips, pulling him close, and tries to fight Tim's tongue for dominance.
The outfit he's decided on is a little different than what he wore in his picture: a white t-shirt instead of a red one, and he's got his leather jacket and riding gloves on. He didn't bother with a belt, for obvious reasons.]
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[he's still underage!! and not really interested in breaking that particular law.]
You should get over here before I lose my nerve.
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[So that he has time to freshen up, doubt himself, down another can of beer for his nerves, doubt himself again, and speed over as fast as humanly possible on his bike. While lowkey doubting himself.]
smth to keep u motivated :)
[That last bit is sent with a selfie taken from a very low angle of Jason, shirt hiked up and between his teeth. Only his nose and mouth are visible, and he's smirking around the fabric of his shirt. The picture is more of his abs than anything, but if Tim wants to look close, he may be able to see just the top of a bulge in Jason's jeans.
Thank god for phones; they make it so easy to seem more confident than you actually are.]
heeere we goooo
He's waiting for Jason by the time he turns up at Tim's apartment - small, unassuming, a place on the third floor of an old building in what's probably not the best neighborhood, a place where he can slip easily in and out of the shadows. It's a temporary place, month-to-month rental, because he hasn't decided how long he's staying in Gotham, and the second Jason's inside, whether he enters by door or window, Tim's intent is to grab him by the front of his shirt, push him up against the nearest wall, and get his tongue as far into Jason's mouth as he can.
What he's wearing isn't all that notable, by the way - red polo, dark jeans. Standard civvies, but they probably won't be staying on for long, right?]
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Even so, it seems like Tim's the one with the element of surprise. Any lingering doubts Jason had get knocked out of him when Tim slams him up against the wall. He's surprised at first, stiff, with his arms out by Tim's sides, but a few seconds of that insistent tongue in his mouth soften him right up. He braces his hands on Tim's hips, pulling him close, and tries to fight Tim's tongue for dominance.
The outfit he's decided on is a little different than what he wore in his picture: a white t-shirt instead of a red one, and he's got his leather jacket and riding gloves on. He didn't bother with a belt, for obvious reasons.]
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