A/N: Not much to say for this one. I love it like a fat kid loves cake, and I hope you do, as well.
Summary: Fifteen times that Jason and Spinelli kiss, and don't talk about it. Told in absolutely no reliable order, time-wise. Possibly a bit AU in some spots.
15 Times
14. Educate
"Allow me to edify my Stone Cold Mentor on the finer points of The Jackal's super sweet hacking abilities-"
"Please, don't." It's nothing more than a world-weary sigh; Jason knows he can't escape the barrage of information about to be flung his way. As the Spinelli-babble continues unabated, he finds an insane urge bubbling up inside of him, completely bypassing his brain. Before he can stop himself, he's gripping the hair at the back of his Grasshopper's neck, and mashing their lips together in a frenzied but not entirely unpleasant kiss.
It's over almost as soon as it's begun, the younger man left with glassy eyes, bruised lips, and an attractive blush tingeing his cheeks. Before he can open his mouth to speak again, Jason cuts him off. "Just… just stop talking."
And then he leans in again, and they definitely don't talk about it.