Jason was not sulking on his couch over his freshly broken ankle when Dick popped up in his living room window around three in the morning a week later.

Once again, it was very important that it be understood that Jason was most definitely not slumped down on his couch with his arms crossed and a pout on his face and his stupid ankle propped up on the coffee table with ice on it, watching Notting Hill. These were all things that were currently not, under any circumstances, occurring. Just to be clear.

"Hey, you want some company? Ooh I love this movie! Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant! Oh shit what happened to your ankle?"

Jason patted the couch beside himself. "Fucking broke it."

"Aw fuck that sucks. Can I use your shower first?"

"Go ahead."

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes before Dick was flopping down onto the couch beside him in some of Jason's clothes, hair damp from the shower, and leaning his head back against Jason's arm, which was now stretched out over the back of the sofa.

Somehow it didn't take long before they were completely ignoring the movie in favor of talking to each other, not even looking at the screen anymore, and Jason's traitorous, misbehaving eyes kept finding their way back to Dick's lips as he spoke. God, he knew he was staring, but he couldn't stop — and fuck, the way they shaped words was downright fucking sinful. They just looked so soft and plush and warm and Jason wanted to bite them, to lick them, to see what they tasted like, what they felt like against his own.

Shit, he kept trying to redirect his thoughts to something else, anything else, but Dick was just so fucking overwhelming. He was right there, in Jason's clothes, smelling like Jason's soap, close enough for Jason to feel the heat coming off of him, to feel the weight of his head on Jason's arm, he was so close—

Dick leaned forward and kissed him.

"What the fuck?" Jason blurted out as soon as Dick pulled back, mind going blank.

Dick blinked. "Oh. Sorry. Did I— did I read that wrong?"

"No."

Dick waited. "You're, uh, gonna need to give me a little more to work with there, Jay," he said eventually. "I'm not a mind reader."

"You didn't read it wrong," Jason said slowly, still a little stuck on the whole holy shit, Dick just kissed me, what the fuck, what the fuck, Dick is actually possibly into me too thing.

"Then what the fuck was the 'what the fuck' about?"

"I...wasn't expecting you to actually be...into me?"

Dick blinked. "Is that all?"

"Yeah…? You… Are you, though? Actually into me?"

"Yes? I literally just kissed you."

"Are you sure? Like...why?"

Dick just stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh softly. He cradled Jason's face in both of his hands, leaning in close until their noses were brushing. "I'm very sure," he murmured, and pressed a kiss just beside the bridge of Jason's nose. "I have plenty of reasons." He brushed a kiss high on his cheekbone. "Like how sweet and caring you are." He kissed his jaw. "Or how insanely hot you look." He kissed over one eyebrow. "But I think you'll just have to trust me for now." He kissed his cheek. "Think you can do that?" He pulled back to look him in the eyes.

Jason mutely nodded.

"Good," Dick whispered, and leaned in, tilting his head and sealing their lips together in a deep kiss.

Jason felt himself let out a small sound into the kiss, and then his hand was burying itself in Dick's still slightly-damp curls, clenching lightly and pulling him closer.

~*~

Dick thought success had never tasted so fucking sweet. Success tasted like Jason. Oh god, Dick knew what Jason tasted like now.

Fucking awesome.

"Can I stay over and cuddle again?" he eventually asked after several long minutes of kissing, pulling back slightly with one last peck.

Jason laughed. "Yes." He kissed Dick again and then grabbed the remote, turning off the TV. "Come on." He took the ice pack off of his ankle. "Could you put this back in the freezer for me?"

Dick took it back to the kitchen, and when he reemerged, Jason had his ankle brace on and was leaning against the wall with one hand as he hopped toward the bedroom, trying not to put weight on his broken ankle. Stubborn idiot — he could've just waited two seconds.

"Aw, Jay." Dick slid an arm around his waist and pulled Jason's arm over his shoulder, supporting some of his weight. "There you go."

"I had it," Jason said, but he allowed Dick to take his weight and help him into the bedroom.

"Sure, but you don't have to do everything the hard way. Just let people help you."

Jason sat down on the bed and scooted himself back, crawling under the covers. "I just did."

Yeah, only because Dick hadn't really given him a choice. Dick nobly restrained himself from rolling his eyes and gave Jason another kiss before going to turn the lights off and coming back to slide into bed beside him.

He curled up against Jason's side and kissed his shoulder, letting his hand rest over Jason's heart. "'Night."

"'Night," Jason murmured back, bringing his hand up to rest over Dick's on his chest and tangling their fingers together.

Fuck yeah, Dick liked success a lot. He could get used to this shit.