12 Days of Jaytim
Excuses

Tim never liked the extravagant galas he had to be present for. Whether they were hosted by the Drakes, Wayne, or by others, Tim didn't like them much at all. All they entailed was standing prim and proper while wearing a fake smile and answering the same questions at least twenty times and more. Tim was always mentally exhausted by the end of the parties, and his back always hurt from having stood as if a wooden plank had been strapped to his back. The Christmas parties were always the worse, though, because they were the biggest and the most… energetic. The talking never seemed to stop, and the hours turned into years. Every Christmas party was the same, regardless of who was the host.

Tim found them more bearable at times now that Jason had to attend. Dick was fair company until he was whisked away by all of the admiring women. But Jason would stand next to him and make snark remarks about the party as he messed with his tie. The thing was suffocating. Jason could be quite entertaining, both because of his endless complaints and grumbles, and also because he cleaned up quite nicely.

He filled out his tux quite handsomely with his broad shoulders and tall height. Tim could vividly imagine his firm muscles underneath the soft fabric, could almost feel how his warm skin felt under his hands. He'd never reach out and touch him, though. Not when the public eyes are watching them both like hawks. No, he'd just stand there and look pretty while Jason entertained him.

This party was no different. Bruce had his annual Christmas party to keep the public and potential partners happy, and Tim was whisked from guest to guest, making idle chatter before he moved onto the next. Tim always felt drained after the first thirty minutes of the galas, and he really wanted to just leave and relax for the rest of the night. Too bad he couldn't.

But when he saw Jason walk over to him (a bit faster than his usual pace), he felt some relief. It shouldn't be too bad now since Alfred had made him attend.

"Hey," Jason greeted gruffly as he fiddled with his tie. "How long do you think this'll take?" Tim huffed in amusement, as if the answer was obvious.

"A few hours, at least. As usual," he drawled as he took a sip of champagne, the liquid sliding down his throat and warming his chest. Jason groaned is dismay.

"Yeah, okay. I can't do this for a few more hours. So many women have pinched my cheeks and talked my ears to deaf. I'm so done," he huffed.

"And do what? Ditch the party?" he teased, taking another swig from his glass. He raised an eyebrow when Jason seemed to contemplate the idea. "You're joking, right?" Jason grinned sleazily at him before he suddenly grabbed his companion's wrist and tugged him out of the ballroom, Tim having to utter excuses here and there. "Where exactly are we going then?" Tim asked after they had escaped the congested party.

"Bathroom," Jason hummed.

"I'm flattered, but I'd rather not watch you pee," Tim drawled, but he was still yanked into one of the many bathrooms. Jason trapped him against a counter and smirked at him.

"I had something else in mind," he purred before his lips latched onto Tim's neck.

"Oh," Tim murmured, his mind not computing anything else because Jason's hot mouth was sucking and moving down to the crook of his shoulder. He didn't think he'd mind this. Jason sucked several dark marks into that soft, pale skin, and Tim lightly bat his head because he wouldn't be able to hide them. Jason just chuckled against his skin and pushed Tim's blazer off his shoulders before he set in on unbuttoning the white shirt.

"Please don't soil my tux," Tim requests as a second thought. Who knows if they have to return to the party.

"Yeah, yeah, pretty boy," he brushed off before he was pressing rough kisses and biting marks onto the warm skin as he ran his hands over Tim's flexing muscles. He loved marveling Tim's body, from his firm arms to his defined abs and, god, those heavenly thighs. Jason always enjoyed it when Tim decided to take control, and he'd straddle him with his strong legs. The older man always loved to just feel them up, watching Tim shiver lightly above him. He'd settle for this right now, though. Making Tim fall apart in one of the many bathrooms.

Without warning, Jason hoisted Tim up to sit on the counter, making it easier on the both of them. Although Tim could carry three times his weight, his knees always went weak with Jason's attention. As if to live up to his reputation, he began to palm Tim in his pants, coaxing him to full hardness before unzipping his pants. He pulled down his pants and underwear down to his knees so Tim wouldn't have a hissy fit about messing them.

"What, you going to give me a handjob or something?" Tim asked with a toothy grin. Jason smiled mischievously up at him as he gripped the base of the member.

"Or something," he responded before he dragged his tongue up the underside of Tim's weeping cock. Tim shuddered and bit his bottom lip, the corners of his lips curling up into a playful smile. He definitely wasn't regretting leaving the party early, not for this. Every lick and kiss sent tendrils up pleasure up into his abdomen, and every light graze of teeth and rough suck went straight up his spine, making his toes curl. No, he wasn't regretting this at all.

Jason moved Tim's legs so they'd rest on his shoulders, making it easier. And god, how he loved it when they would quiver and lightly squeeze the side of Jason's head when Tim was on the brink of losing it. Besides the breathy moans and just Tim, it was probably the sexiest thing ever since sliced bread.

Jason had engulfed Tim entirely, and Tim let out a surprised yelp at the warm, wetness that made his legs feel warm. His face became red with embarrassment, worried that someone had heard, and Jason chuckled around him, the vibrations only making Tim moan even louder. The noises he made always went straight to Jason's groin; this time was no exception.

He sucked sharply on the throbbing member as he bobbed his head at an agonizingly slow pace because he loved to tease Tim. He'd drag his tongue along the underside of the warm cock before he'd lap at the head, and then go back down slowly. The slower he went, the more of a mess Tim became, and it was just fun to see him completely spent and into it. He'd hallow his cheeks every now and then, making sure his nose touched his soft skin with every bob, and then he'd swallow. Each time elicited dirty noises from Tim, and he moaned when Tim gently squeezed his thighs.

Jason hummed around him again, licking and sucking, before Tim suddenly lost it and came, shoving his load into Jason's mouth. He was a bit surprised by the sudden cry and taste of salt and the slight taste of the strawberries Tim had eaten earlier, but he swallowed the load whole. Just a bit too hungrily.

Tim was panting from where he sat on the counter, too caught up in bliss to worry about whether or not someone had heard them. He idly thought if the alcohol was to blame for that, having slowly kicked in to relax his mind. And with Jason staring at him with that predatory grin, he didn't think he'd care for a while.

"Have fun, pretty bird?" he purred in his ear, hands on either side of Tim as he pushed himself between the man's legs. He nipped at Tim's ear, gently tugging on his earlobe. Tim wrapped his arms around the older man's neck and pulled him closer.

"More than you know," he whispered in his ear. "Wanna have a go?" Tim could feel the smirk against his skin as Jason gripped his hips possessively.

"You read my mind," he hummed, pressing even closer. "God, I love these parties."

And for the moment, Tim agreed. Because who doesn't love bathroom sex?