-hums-
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BeastBoy looked at himself in the mirror after he got out of the shower. He touched some of his old scars, tracing the outline of his body. In the past year, he had become more and more comfortable with himself. He didn't have to use makeup to cover up circles under his eyes anymore. He didn't look wiry. He couldn't see the bones under his chest; his figure had filled out to a more normal size. He didn't mind the other Titans seeing his scars, although it had initially caused some shock when he'd shown the others. He'd gone so far as to wear a tank top to training one morning.
He slipped on a pair of black silk boxers, and then his new pair of pajama pants – they were soft, cotton-polyester pants – that were a dark shade of purple. The contrast made his skin look brighter.
Recently, he'd had a small problem. It wasn't really a problem, more of a desire, he mentally corrected himself the first time he'd thought of it. He and the Boy Wonder were officially a 'thing', and they had been falling asleep together when it happened. It hadn't kept him awake long, but he was still awake after Robin had fallen asleep. He'd rolled over a bit, and looked at the mask of the sleeping guy next to him. He wondered what color Robin's eyes were as he lightly touched the teen's shoulder, tracing the musculature down to the hand resting on his own hip.
He was certain that this feeling he had was not just admiration, but appreciation, and he knew it wasn't infatuation, it was a genuine cherishing. He was, at that moment, more certain that he was in love with the older boy in his bed.
That had been only a week or so ago, and, although he knew he loved Robin, and (was relatively certain) that Robin loved him back, he had wanted to consummate that love with a final step, of sorts, the bounds of the flesh from which they had constricted their beings as two separate people. He wanted, well, he didn't really know what he wanted, but the flashes of color and wild wind in his mind and heart told his body what he wanted. He had considered that idea, that colorful, rushing want of his physical being, and his mind decided that it wanted that, too.
And tonight, he would act on that desire.
With a shaky breath, he ran a hand through his hair. It had already mostly dried, and was soft and bristly and thick under his bare hand. He opened the door, and went into his bedroom. Robin was lounging on the bed. The Boy Wonder had already taken a shower in his own quarters, and was wearing his black-and-red pajama pants. Without Slade around, he'd loosened up a lot. He was addicted to Furious Fowl, and was concentrating on his screen, carefully plotting the trajectory of his next bird.
It was 9:48.
BeastBoy sat on the bed's corner, and Robin looked up at him, smiled a little, and finished up his level. They always laid down around 10, and chatted for about thirty minutes, but sometimes more – up to four or five hours, if there was no training the next day – but tonight, BeastBoy nervously thought, and hoped, that there wouldn't be much idle chat.
The only light on was the lamp sitting atop the nightstand, next to the alarm clock. The changeling scooted onto the bed more, patiently waiting for Robin to finish his game, and sat in an Indian-style manner. "Hey," Robin said, finally, and turned off the light of his mini-computer. He leaned over to put the device on the bedstand, and BeastBoy was struck again by the fluidity of muscles under the pale, but healthy-looking skin, as they moved with suck a simple movement. "What's up? You look a little nervous."
BeastBoy shrugged. "Nothing, I've just been thinking lately."
"About...?" Robin said, and pulled his knees up to rest his elbows on them. Surprisingly, he couldn't think of a joke to tell. He smiled. He was nervous. But that was okay. "Can I have a kiss?" The Boy Wonder grinned. "Of course, Gar." He moved himself forward, onto his knees, and gave his boyfriend a little kiss on the corner of his mouth. The nervousness rose and dipped, and BeastBoy felt his hand snake its way to Robin's neck, and pulled him closer for a more passionate kind of kiss.
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-continues humming-
Edit: Oh you sorry absolute bitch. I guess I'll have to do…fucking…something with this later. You suck, old me. That burned.