[Warnings: Incredibly dubious consent. Like, so dubious that the FBI is going to need to be called to launch an investigation. Very dubious.]
The room was dark and quiet when Jay came back from the gas station, and that worried him quite a bit. He hadn't been gone for more than 20 minutes tops. All he could think of were all the horrible things that might have happened to Tim in those brief 20 minutes though, and his hand found its way to the lightswitch on the wall.
"Oh thank god." He gave a breathy laugh as the light flicked on and he saw Tim sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why'd you turn the lights off? You freaked me out." No response.
Jay shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. Something felt very, very wrong about the way his friend was positioned. His head was down and his shoulders were tense, and any other time Jay would have just assumed he was stressed. But that wasn't how Tim expressed stress and he knew it.
"Uh, Tim? Are you alr-" That's not Tim.
With that damn mask on he was always so fast. Unnaturally so. There was a brief struggle: Jay's fingers clawing weakly at the other man's shirt and hands, Tim dragging him over to the bed unflinchingly. Jay closed his eyes and clenched his jaw tightly. He wasn't going to fight him - What if he hurt Tim? It wasn't really him, he knew, but it was technically Tim's body. He would just ride it out. Tim would be back soon. Tim wouldn't hurt him. Tim wouldn't let that thing hurt him.
It surprised him though to find his legs being pushed apart and wrapped around the man's waist. Jay looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
"T-Tim?"
He held the camera in one hand and had a firm hold of Jay's leg with the other.
"What are you doing? What's with the camera?"
He shoved the camera into Jay's hands, urging him to take it.
"What? No, listen, I-"
Jay had tried to put the camera aside, but a strong hand guided his wrist gently but firmly back into a more suitable filming position. He stared up at the expresionless face and shook his head in stupefied awe.
"Tim, this isn't funny."
His fingers tucked into the waistband of his jeans, tugging at them softly.
"What do you want? I don't understand, what are you...?" Jay trailed off as it finally dawned on him. "T-Tim?"
That mask really did make him seem less human, Jay thought. Warm fingers crept up under his shirt, pushing it out of the way so that he could undo the button and zipper. He didn't know what to do at this point. Again, he didn't want to hurt Tim, but...Again, he tried to put the camera down. Again, Tim's hand shot out and forced the camera more firmly into his hand. Jay's jaw quivered slightly.
He took a deep breath and turned the camera on.
