Tim didn’t turn as Jason joined him on the balcony, or as the drummer ran his hands up the young man’s back to settle on his shoulder. He didn’t need to look around to know which of his family it was.
Jay’s leather jacket still reeked of smoke and spilt bourbon and bar fights. Chicago was hard on Jay, every time. They tried to work around it, to fix the tour so they bypass or got through it quick but Jay protested. Said it was his problem and they shouldn’t have to deal with it...
But they did.
Alfred patched him up, had aspirin and water waiting, had a cooked breakfast and orange juice on hand in the morning and quietly repaired his torn clothes.
Dick worried; sitting up every night till Jay came home. He lingered by the window with his phone in hand, hoping Jay would call for back up or a ride.
Steph tried to keep things light, tried to cheer them up and keep Dick from brooding, co-oping Tim into distracting their older brother.
Damian withdrew, keeping to the corners and the shadows, keeping to himself, his dark eyes tracking each and every exchange.
Tim just waited, nursing his coffee as the sun came up.
“Still up babybird?” Jay whispered, leaning in the kiss Tim’s throat. His breath was fresh and clean and smelt of toothpaste, despite his otherwise dishevelled look.
Tim shrugged, tilting his head to give Jay access to his skin. “I was up early to train anyway.”
“Running hot Timmy?” Jay purred in his ear.
Tim gave another little half shrug, not bothering to suppress the little shiver that Jay’s kiss set off. “What is it about this city, Jay?”
Jay sighed and leaned back, his hand settling on his younger brother’s shoulders. “Too much like Gotham and not enough. Too much...” he shook himself and pushed away, pacing the small space. “It’ll never be home.”
Tim put his coffee down slowly and turned to watch his brother. “Home is where we are, all of us, together.”
Jay shook his head with a wry smile and crossed the balcony, cupping the back of Tim’s neck to drag him in for a deep hungry kiss. “Come to bed with me babybird.”
Tim felt the need in Jay’s touch, the underlying hurt that seemed to consume his brother whenever they were here. “Gladly.” He smiled, leaning in as Jay wrapped him in a deep hug.
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Date: 2010-11-06 10:28 am (UTC)Jay’s leather jacket still reeked of smoke and spilt bourbon and bar fights. Chicago was hard on Jay, every time. They tried to work around it, to fix the tour so they bypass or got through it quick but Jay protested. Said it was his problem and they shouldn’t have to deal with it...
But they did.
Alfred patched him up, had aspirin and water waiting, had a cooked breakfast and orange juice on hand in the morning and quietly repaired his torn clothes.
Dick worried; sitting up every night till Jay came home. He lingered by the window with his phone in hand, hoping Jay would call for back up or a ride.
Steph tried to keep things light, tried to cheer them up and keep Dick from brooding, co-oping Tim into distracting their older brother.
Damian withdrew, keeping to the corners and the shadows, keeping to himself, his dark eyes tracking each and every exchange.
Tim just waited, nursing his coffee as the sun came up.
“Still up babybird?” Jay whispered, leaning in the kiss Tim’s throat. His breath was fresh and clean and smelt of toothpaste, despite his otherwise dishevelled look.
Tim shrugged, tilting his head to give Jay access to his skin. “I was up early to train anyway.”
“Running hot Timmy?” Jay purred in his ear.
Tim gave another little half shrug, not bothering to suppress the little shiver that Jay’s kiss set off. “What is it about this city, Jay?”
Jay sighed and leaned back, his hand settling on his younger brother’s shoulders. “Too much like Gotham and not enough. Too much...” he shook himself and pushed away, pacing the small space. “It’ll never be home.”
Tim put his coffee down slowly and turned to watch his brother. “Home is where we are, all of us, together.”
Jay shook his head with a wry smile and crossed the balcony, cupping the back of Tim’s neck to drag him in for a deep hungry kiss. “Come to bed with me babybird.”
Tim felt the need in Jay’s touch, the underlying hurt that seemed to consume his brother whenever they were here. “Gladly.” He smiled, leaning in as Jay wrapped him in a deep hug.
After all, what wouldn’t they for each other?