Tim hid a smile as he watched Roy clear the table, insisting that Tim stay put. Roy was definitely putting a lot of effort into tonight. They'd been dating for several months now and this apparently was some sort of "month-a-versary". Tim knew, of course, the date that they first started their relationship but he never expected that Roy would be so… sentimental over what wasn't even a real relationship milestone. Nevertheless, Roy came over and insisted on making him dinner. He'd even brought candles, music, and a slight change in his body language that told Tim he was plotting something. Roy looked nervous, excited but clearly nervous, and for some reason he seemed to be working incredibly hard to hide it from Tim. Roy definitely had his game face on, and Tim found it highly amusing. He just wasn't used to seeing Roy work so hard at being so smooth. To be perfectly honest he found it sweet that Roy was trying so hard to make a special night. He would have found it more sweet but he couldn't shake the feeling that Roy was up to something. Luckily Dick had warned Tim that Roy was planning on celebrating this "anniversary" so Tim had gotten him something.
Roy seemed more than a little bit shocked by the gift. (Tim suspected this was because the evening was supposed to be a surprise and Roy probably didn't think Tim remembered it was their "anniversary"). He seemed to appreciate the cashmere sweater even though it wasn't really something he would have picked out for himself. Roy had happily pulled it on, the green being exactly the right shade to bring out those eyes. Tim always felt like he was in danger of getting lost in those eyes, they held so much that Roy tried to keep hidden from the world. If you looked into those eyes long enough you could see past the fierce archer into the soul of somebody who been through hell and more than anything else desperately needed to be told he was loved. Roy needed it more than anybody else Tim knew, except one person… Jason.
Tim loved Jason, more than as a friend, or somebody that he idolized growing up. Even though Jason spent most of his time antagonizing Tim, he'd still ended up revealing enough of who he really was that Tim found himself longing for more. Tim could see underneath all of the walls that Jason had so carefully constructed was still the person that Tim had so desperately wanted to know when they were younger. A man who, in spite of everything he had done, Tim still believed in. Jason was so much like Roy, if the right person loved him and helped him heal, there were no limits to what he could become. Maybe that was Tim's type. Gorgeous, tough, sarcastic, and more than a little bit tragic. He suspected it was because they could understand the pain in his own eyes and accept that sometimes he just didn't want to talk.
Roy knew about Jason, Tim had told him all about it one night long before they'd gotten together. Roy had been talking about his time with Dick, and how he'd always known that Dick loved Bruce. Tim asked him why he would be with Dick knowing he loved somebody else and Roy had just smiled, saying that it was possible to be in love with more than one person. None of this mattered though, Jason wasn't interested. Any time Tim had started to notice the sexual tension between them building, or thought that Jason was about to kiss him, Jason would make a smartass comment and leave… quickly.
Luckily Tim had found a deep connection with Roy. When they decided to become more than friends Tim was surprised at how well they fit together. Roy seemed to instinctively know when Tim needed to be held, even when Tim wouldn't admit it. He could just read Tim's eyes and would grab him and hold him close. That was Tim's favorite thing about their relationship- the way Roy held him. That's why Tim bought him the sweater.
"I chose for you because I like the feel of cashmere, especially on my cheek," Tim said, turning a bright shade of red. He knew that Roy would appreciate the reference to all the time Tim spent wrapped safely in Roy's arms. The fact that the sweater clung to Roy just enough to showcase his amazing chest without being so tight that it looked like he was trying to put himself on display was a bonus. If anybody ever asked Tim would swear that it was a coincidence.
Tim gratefully took his gift from Roy. Immediately upon opening it he had suppress a laugh. He really didn't want to laugh at Roy, or his gift, but looking down at the silk sheets it was so hard not laugh. Roy was trying to look so innocent.
"I just thought that you should have something comfortable to sleep on. Given how little you actually shut off your mind and get some sleep it's important that you be comfortable when you do. If I can't make you get the rest you really ought to be getting, then at least I can make the sleep you get better," Roy rushed through the explanation for the gift just a little too fast for it not to have been rehearsed and Tim couldn't help but notice that he was fidgeting with his hands.
At least Tim knew what Roy was up to now. Tonight's nervous performance was brought to you by the letters S, E, and X. It's not that this was entirely unexpected, things had been escalating for a while now albeit slowly. Roy had been incredibly patient, which Tim knew couldn't be easy given that Roy was such a sexual person. They had discussed things and Roy had said that since Tim was a virgin they should take things slowly. Roy had cited his tendency to rush things in relationships, how it caused problems for him in the past, and that he wanted things with Tim to be different. Tim understood, even if he wasn't thrilled because Roy was incredibly hot and filled him with an aching desire to do things that weren't legal in the Southern States. By their "anniversary" enough time had passed that Tim was getting ready to tie him up and take advantage of him whether or it had been "long enough".
Apparently enough time had passed that Roy no longer felt he'd be taking advantage or rushing things, because Tim knew the real reason Roy was giving him sheets. Tim thought it was interesting to be on the receiving end of Roy's seduction for the first time. It was sweet the way Roy was trying so hard not to be obvious, as if Tim was innocent and naïve enough not to notice what was going on. Tim peeked up at Roy through his thick lashes, "Could you help me get them on the bed?" Tim stood and started walking towards the bedroom. He laughed quietly to himself when Roy practically ran back to his room.
Somehow changing the bed turned into stripping Roy. Stripping Roy lead to the both of them kissing deeply while rolling around on the new sheets. Tim wasn't quite sure how it happened but when they stopped kissing he was in his boxer-briefs. He always felt vulnerable when he was undressed, even when he was alone. He knew he'd never be like Dick- comfortable walking around naked. He glanced out of his bedroom window into the darkness beyond. Tim couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched… again. It might just be his own paranoia, but he was sure somebody had been watching him lately. He hadn't been able to actually catch anybody doing it, although one night he could swear that when he was leaving Roy's apartment he saw Jason duck into an alley. Tim asked Jason about it, but Jason just scoffed at him. Nevertheless he was unable to escape the feeling that somebody was watching them.
He couldn't think of it very long because Roy started kissing on his neck and he couldn't stop his toes from curling. He was becoming almost painfully hard as Roy started to grind on against him. He loved the feel of Roy's body on top of his. The feel of all those muscles pressing into him, those strong arms pulling him close as their hips started to grind together. He tilted his head to the side as Roy started nipping on his neck, finding all the places that made his body react. He was already so aroused when Roy bit the most sensitive part of his neck that he almost came far too early. Somehow knowing that Roy was marking him made everything that much hotter. It took Tim several moments to realize that the moaning noise he kept hearing was coming from himself.
He stared at Roy with eyes full of lust as the last bit of clothing was stripped from his body. Roy slowly worked a very slick finger up into Tim, making his eyes flutter as his body arched up. He desperately wanted to feel Roy inside of him, he'd been wanting this for so long. When Roy asked him if he was sure, Tim was lucky to form a coherent enough thought to say, "Of course. I love you."
That was when everything changed. Suddenly there was glass everywhere, it happened so fast that Tim almost didn't see it. He did see it though, he saw Jason tackle Roy off of him, off of the bed, and onto the floor. He saw Jason start bashing Roy into that floor and he saw the exact moment when Roy realized what was going on and started fighting back. He sincerely contemplated letting the fight go on, especially since it looked like Roy was getting the upper hand and he was pissed at Jason for ruining everything, but curiosity got the better of him. He really wanted to know what possessed Jason to do this.
"What the hell Jason?" Tim threw himself between the two of them, forcing them apart. Jason was just standing there glaring at Tim like he should know what was going on.
Since Jason wasn't answering Tim turned his attention to Roy. That tackle had to hurt and Tim wanted to make sure that glass hadn't gotten anywhere too uncomfortable. While he was checking over Roy, Roy started making jokes about everything. Eventually Tim just couldn't help it anymore and started to crack up at the ridiculousness of the situation and how hard Roy was working to put Tim at ease. He felt his face break into one of his very rare and very genuine smiles. Roy was as at ease as he could be, although he still looked poised for a fight. Tim looked back over at Jason and to his surprise Jason looked hurt, vulnerable and jealous. "Jason, why did you this? Are you….?"
Jason cut him off before Tim could finish, "I'm NOT jealous. I'm really really not."