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Benched - JayTim Secret Santa

For @cinnamonskull//@jayskulll for JayTim Secret Santa I'M SO SORRY! I've had HELL with getting my tablet back up and running, and between that, hospital appointments and moving back to uni, my life has spiralled out of control. BUT - I'll do an art request for you to apologize. <3

“Tim maybe, quite possibly, might have broken a few ribs... And his collarbone... And now he's stuck on surveillance. But he's found a way to make it a little more fun...”

It started four weeks after Tim had shattered his collarbone (well, that and three ribs). Definitely one of the worse breaks he'd had to endure, but he'd made sure the other guy ended up worse (concussion from a last second swing of his bo-staff as he went down). Despite Tim's insistence he'd be fine and to full health within a week, Alfred and Bruce had shared 'That Look', and Tim had sighed - knowing in that moment that he'd be well and truly benched for at least six weeks. Apparently, Damian had understood the shared glance as well, if his spit of laughter was anything to go by.

It took Bruce two weeks to even allow Tim on surveillance from the cave, which had had the desperate vigilante going near stir crazy! Everything felt a little nicer once he was back at the computer. It meant - although he couldn't jump in - he could offer at least some assistance if someone in his family got into trouble. But (not really all that surprisingly) his family didn't really get into trouble they couldn't handle, all that much. So, there were just a lot of slow research tasks to take up his time...

That was, until he realized that watching could be fun... Specifically, watching his extremely talented, extremely hot boyfriend kick bad-guy butt to the gravel.

Tim knew almost everything technical about the way Jason fought; he had to, that's how he worked. But he'd never previously stopped to just watch it from a more... Artistic perspective. To see the precise angle his leg raised to during a roundhouse, or to hear the near-satisfied groan down the mic in his helmet that followed a really secure knockout. Tim really did want to pretend that it wasn't thigh-tremblingly hot, but there was no way to deny. Especially when he'd have to bite back a moan every time Jason acknowledged his presence, with a quick update comment, or glance into a public surveillance camera.

It was all so crazy intense to Tim that he could be watching his boyfriend like this, getting off a little on every movement, while Jason himself had no idea. It always made his breathing hitch and his boxers tight. And up until this point he really had no indication that he was a complete pervert. Maybe he wasn't? Maybe this was normal? The thrill of the forbidden... He always loved the forbidden. Jason was a testament to that.

But, all in all, his little routine worked well for him! Pretending to work on various cases for as long as possible, before having his eye caught by the way Jason threw a fucking right hook, damn. Then, quickly looping the in-cave surveillance (he would literally beg Kon to throw him into the sun if Bruce ever found out about this), and jerking off under the desk. Followed by swiftly cleaning himself up and ignoring the shame he felt next time he spent any time with Jason.

But there was a problem. Because a week in, shit started getting serious.

It began with Jason sitting in on some of Dick's little, impromptu stretch class sessions in the soft matted sparring area in the cave. Tim had just been finishing working on some DNA samples Bruce needed chasing up, and he really didn't mean to listen in... But then, he heard his name. And he was far too intrigued to go upstairs after that!

"C'mon, Jay!" Dick had laughed, and it was obvious they were just using this time to chat now (good, Tim had surmised, they never did seem to get to spend enough time together). "It's Tim! You've been with him almost a year now, d'you really think he's that close-minded about this stuff?"

"No." Jason responded almost too quickly. "If anything, Tim's too open-minded when it comes to sex!"

Past the other boys' laughter, Tim's tummy tightened with excitement and anticipation. They were talking about his sex life... And they didn't even know he could hear it all.

"Is there such a thing?" Dick teased, his tone sweet and somehow too innocent for the conversation.

"Good point!" Jason's voice was light and easy, and Tim could imagine the smug smirk that looked just way too hot on him... "But yeah... Tim's like- he's everything, in bed, y'know? God, he's just-"

And then Jason released the most primal, passionate groan Tim have ever heard from him. Tim blinked back in surprised arousal. Still, he leant closer to the wall, listening in closely.

"Okay, okay! Don't give yourself an aneurism!" Dick laughed, and Tim could just imagine Jason blushing (in that perfect way he did when he hoped no one would notice).

"Shut up!" The yelp of displeasure jumped out of Dick as Jason obviously punched him on the arm in protest to his big brother's teasing.

"Relax!" Dick forced through his laughter. "It's nice to see you two... Getting along."

"Holy shit, I know." Jason sighed happily. "Seriously, Dick, you have no idea what the kid does to me. And when he struts around the apartment in just my shirt - pretending he doesn't know I'm definitely watching - he has thighs to kill! Like seriously! His legs could literally destroy a man!"

"They probably have in the past! He gets that from me!" Dick noted proudly, but Tim was too busy just totally swooning to listen. Jason liked his legs? Despite their ongoing relationship, Tim still found it unbelievable that someone a hot at Jason could even want to take a glance at him that way. Let alone actually find him attractive!

"You're such an ass!" Jason's laughter snapped Tim from euphoric enjoyment of listening in on his brothers' private thoughts. "And I gotta get going! He's probably waiting for me!"

"Shit!" Tim hissed under his breath, ducking away from the wall and quick-shuffling to the desk. Falling against the chair slightly as his tried to sit, he jolted his sling-ed arm and yowled out in pain.

"Woah, babe!" Tim started at Jason's sudden appearance beside him. "Careful with yourself, you dingus! What are you even still doing here?"

"Oh, Umm!" Tim bit his lip, temporarily forgetting that he actually did have a genuine reason for being here. "Yes! DNA profiling! For Bruce!"

Tim threw a terrible attempt of a sincere expression over his shoulder, just in time to catch Jason and Dick's shared smirk...

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The second time Tim struck gold (and by gold, he meant watching in on something slightly more explicit than just Jason flipping a gun and revving a bike) came two weeks after the stretch session incident. It was Tim's final week being essentially grounded, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting super restless about being benched at this point. But it hadn't been too difficult to drag his mind away from moping when he caught sight of Jason's patrol route that evening.

His boyfriend really seemed to be enjoying his night out in Gotham. Every move he made was somehow even more smooth and clean than usual, and Tim could tell from the satisfied laughter that punctuated eat hit that Jason knew it, too.

Tim was entranced, totally spellbound by Jason's pleasure in his own skill. The smugness in his body language made Tim shiver with a sense of sensual familiarity. It was the same sort of smug as that that was in the smirks Jason would throw him when they'd fool around and Jason just knew whatever he was doing was getting to Tim. It was Tim's favourite kind of smugness...

But just as Tim was getting to enjoy himself - like, really enjoy himself - watching Jason take on three gang thugs at once, it was suddenly all over, and Jay had them all easily taken out. Tim pouted a little at this, disappointed that the show he'd been enjoying so very much had apparently ended, and moved to switch screens, maybe replay the last few minutes just to finish getting off to...

But then he noticed the urgency in Jason's step as he slipped out of view of the camera Tim was currently working from, into a shadowed alleyway, and Tim quickly snapped his feed to Jason's in-helmet surveillance.

Jason had his head tipped back, looking up at the night sky, the camera stable enough that Tim could figure out he was obviously lent back against a wall. It was then that Tim noticed the heavy breathing coming from Jason's mic.

Suddenly concerned his partner might be hurt, Tim grabbed frantically for the earpiece mic he'd earlier shut off and shoved across the desk. Clumsily fumbling the buttons, he opened his mouth to desperately demand Red Hood's status when he was cut off but the lewdest moan he'd ever heard Jason make.

He dropped the mic and stared at the screens in front of him, more - now explicitly sexual - groans following the first. His cheeks flushed a dark pink as he frantically searched for any nearby shops or buildings that had any CCTV he could get into nearby. Within a minute, he was messily typing in code to take ownership of a camera that he could turn directly to Jason's position and-

He fell back into his chair heavily, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. No fucking way was he this lucky. No. Way. He flicked the keyboard to zoom in - to be certain. And - yes - that was definitely Jason Todd palming his cock through his uniform, halfway down a dingy alley. Tim Drake had to be dead, 'cause this was heaven.

Tim returned his own hand to his cock at this sight, though he was totally unsure of how he could last very long at this rate. He was drowning in the sounds of Jason's pretty gasps and moans as it was, but the moment Jason cautiously flicked his head from side to side to check nobody could see him, Tim was gone. Far too surrounded by the satisfaction of getting this private show to last any longer...

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Tim felt a little sentimental on his last night stuck in the cave. He spent the evening spinning on his chair, watching the tiny figures hop across the monitor screens, and somehow managing not to get turned on by every little movement Jason Todd made. He knew he'd was set to go back on patrol tomorrow, so he was really making the most of getting to play Oracle one last time. Despite how easily he'd gotten distracted recently, and how frustrating it was to be grounded, he really did enjoy the 'clever-guy surveillance job'. And so, he totally revelled in his last night on the job, feeling suitably like Q from the James Bond films he'd watch with Dick on the weekends.

All in all, it was a clean, successful evening in Gotham - perfectly mundane, by all accounts (and maybe he was a little disappointed at that). And every was back in the cave, safe, fairly early that night (bar Jason, who chose instead to go straight home and skip Bruce's compulsory, post-patrol briefing), Bruce subtly ruffling Tim's hair and telling him to get to bed, before they all left him alone to shut off the monitors.

As usual when Jason bailed pre-briefing, Tim set to checking the surveillance in he and Jason’s go-to safe house to ensure he got home alright. Mindlessly clicking through the cameras in each room searching for Jay’s presence, Tim considered whether he’d bother to pop across tonight. Jason would probably be tired after patrol and he really wasn’t sure if it was worth it. And then he was checking Jason’s bedroom and choking on his coffee. Because – he noted as he, once more, wondered how in hell he got this lucky – Jason was totally lay back on his bed; half undressed; one hand balled up in the spare cape Tim had left in the safe house, pushed to his lip; the other moving tight and fast around his cock.

Tim outwardly gasped at the sight, as he whipped his head around to check everyone was definitely out of the cave, before settling his wide eyes back on the screen. Slipping his head set on, he flicked up the volume and settled back into his seat. Every gasp from Jason’s lips went straight to his cock and sent thrilled shivers down his spine, but it had nothing on the way his boyfriend groaned his codename out through gritted teeth. Tim’s eyes rolled back as that moment alone almost made him cum in his boxers. He watched, entranced, as Jason twisted Tim’s cape up tighter and tighter around his fist – even through the slightly pixilated feed, Tim could see the fabric straining.

“Fuck… Red Robin…”

Tim let out a squeak of guilt-ridden arousal at the sound of his name from Jason’s lips. He resisted touching himself, because he knew he wouldn’t last if he did. It was all too much – seeing Jason so vulnerable and exposed this way. Attempting to remove his mind from overthinking that point too much, he refocused his eyes on the screen. On Jason.

“Tim…” Jason moaned out again, causing Tim to let his eyes fall closed, “You enjoying- mmm- the show, babe?”

Tim’s eyes snapped open. What?!

“Know you’re there, Timmy…” Jay laughed through his laboured breaths, his fist around his cock slowing just slightly.

Heart racing, Tim flicked on the mic and connected to Jason’s earpiece, “…hi?”

“That all you got to say?” Jason followed up the words with a deep moan and a thrust up into his hand.

“I’m sorry..?” Tim cringed at the way his own voice shook through the words.

Jason released another breathless huff of laughter, “For this time, or all of them?”

He knew? Tim shuddered, caught between humiliated and even more turned on. “All of them..?”

“Here’s the- mmf! -Here’s the deal,” Jay started, “You get here before I cum, you’re forgiven, you lil creep!”

“I- Umm…”

“Now, Tim!” Jason gasped out, and Tim was out of his seat and disconnecting the feed quicker than he’d ever done anything else in the cave ever before…

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I hope you liked it. Again, I’m REALLY sorry!

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There's a bunch of characters I want to be.

And then there's a bunch of characters I'd want to be WITH.

And then there's the ones I wouldn't mind being OR being with.

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I dare you to watch this video and not think of Jason.

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Remember when I was writing a JayTim prison AU where Tim was basically a prison prostitute and ruled the whole place. Happy memories.

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When Dick and Jason are drinking apt drinks...

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my-one-love-is-music replied to your post “Remember when I was writing a JayTim prison AU where Tim was basically...”

I am shocked that I know nothing about this amazing idea

Yeah, that was a thing... Have a photo of my iPod because I can’t screenshot/copy and paste due to my crappy iPod not being able to connect to wifi rn.

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Can somebody draw Dick and Jason cosplaying as Sportacus and Robbie Rotten? Because that is very important to me, personally.

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: PWP, Shameless Smut, Rimming, Masturbation, tim being a cutie lil perv Summary:

Tim gets distracted whilst checking in on Nightwing, and Jason has terrible self control.

I FINALLY POSTED MY JAYTIM SECRET SANTA FOR @infectedscrew AND I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY IT’S SO LATE I AM LITERALLY THE WORST I APOLOGIZE

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...He's not one of those guys, but baby, he can d-d-d-d-d-dance.

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I need to write an essay bout The Dark Knight Returns and it’s impact on the comic industry, so I chose how target audiences are shifted so often in pop culture and how TDKR is an example of this. But I have writers block. So all I have is this...

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Jason singing this though.

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Have some previews of my JayTim week fics, as I won’t be posting them until - at the earliest - the 10th of August!

Tattoo (this is honestly my fav, cuz it’s silly, kinky and a lil bit JayDickTim-y) -

His shirt must've ridden up when he stretched, Jason must've seen- Carefully, he hides his amusement and pauses for a second before offering a cautious, "No?"

"Oh, you so do!" Jason's laughing pretty heartily within a second, shaking his head in amusement. "So, you ditched the 'no distinguishable marks' rule... For a tramp stamp?" 

"No!" Tim snaps back, but all he really wants is for Jason to get over here and check it out himself... Which is pretty lucky, because at that moment, Jason pushes out of his chair and stalks over to him. 

"Bend over, pretty boy..." He whispers, standing over Tim with a proud grin. "Show me your dirty, little secret." 

Confession (this is so silly, i swear) - 

"Tim..." Dick sang when his extremely flushed little brother walked through the door, head down, path set straight for his room. 

"Hi. Gotta go. Work to do." Tim responded quickly, shuffling off down the corridor a little more before Dick grabbed the yoga mat that hung from the strap over his shoulder and tugged him back. 

Tim quickly slipped the mat from his arm and continued onward. "I don't have time." 

Dick threw the mat at Tim easily, enjoying Tim's insulted 'ow' that followed the impact. 

"Why did I get a text off Mr Cute Yogi saying that you made his class very interesting today?" 

Redemption (ahahahahah, this is the only angsty thing i plan to write for this week, but fuck it’s so angsty) -

It wasn't the first time it came between them. It wasn't the first time they didn't see eye to eye on it. It wasn't the first time Jason had come close to the inexcusable. Which made it all worse. The moment was frozen. All Tim could feel was his own strangled breaths and the cool metal pressed to his temple.

mwa ha ha haaaa

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What would your reaction be if Jason Todd forgives the Joker in a New 52 comic (but he still doesn't like him, let alone care much about him), but only so he can give himself some peace of mind? Btw, can you tag my name below your answer(s) so I can see them on my tag?

Awh, man. That's a tough question. Because it's something I would like (my precious boy needs to HEAL), but it would have to be done REALLY well. It would be really hard to do well, because it'd be really difficult to forgive someone who did that - who committed the worst crime against you, who literally wiped you from existence, who put you through so much trauma. I mean, Jason doesn't just have to get over the trauma and pain of his death and how it occurred, but also the trauma and pain of coming back! That's all Joker's fault. BUT I think if it was explored slowly in a full arch where you can see him kinda feeling more empathetic towards the Joker, slowly, seeing him more as a person, I could accept it. :)

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Finally uploaded chapter 3 of Role Reversal. Meaning, my contributions to the JayTim fandom have suddenly kicked off again wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

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Fam and boyf are fueling my batboys obsession! >:D Best birthday prezzies! Although, alas, they must reside on my Marvel shelf for a bit, as my DC shelf is full... *whispers* oh my jaytim

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rivetingfabrications replied to your post“rivetingfabrications replied to your post “please talk to me about...”

ok ok ok. Jason speaking in spanish is the best. ever. BUT. what's even better is jason reading pablo neruda. And the way he rolls his r's. *flails

Oh, fam, this does things to me. I need this. Like, I swear, Neruda himself couldn’t make his words sound so smooth. Mhmm. This boy knows how to speakkkkkkkk.