12 Days of JayTim
Whipped
Christmas at the Drake manor was something that Tim would always face with dread every year when he was a child. Not just because there was always so many people congesting the entire mansion, nor was it because his parents had to be home for the festivities (though they did play a special part in his miserableness.
It was because of decorating.
It's almost guaranteed that kids love color. Reds and blues and greens, every color possible. Yet the only color that was ever present in Drake manor during Christmas was gold. They had a grand, green tree that would be decorated from top to bottom in gold ornaments, pearls, even tinsel. Even the tree skirt was gold. The color of luxury, wealth, beauty – all to portray just how rich and sophisticated the Drakes really were.
And it was sickening.
In grade school, kids would make their own ornaments in class right before the holiday so that they can hang them on the tree. And every year, young Tim would make one with a bright smile on his face and hope that his parents would like it. And when he'd present them, all he'd get was a "that's nice, dear," as manicured fingers plucked the ornament from small hands and placed it on the cool tabletop. Without a glance. And once Tim hit fifth grade, he'd make the ornament for credit before he'd throw it in the trash at the end of the school day. Because if he gave it to his parents, it would end up there eventually when he wasn't looking.
It wasn't even fun decorating either because everything had to be perfectly placed. Everything had to be evenly spaced out, and the light had to hit it perfectly. And every year at the party, all the guests would compliment on how beautiful the tree and the entire place was, and Tim had to try his best not to gag. Even the food was gold, or of similar color. Talk about taking things too far.
And even now as Tim sits in his very own apartment (which he has taken to great measures to not have a single gold item present – which is very hard – thank you), he still hates decorating. Not that he had very much holiday spirit to being with. Dick tried to change that, but all Tim did in response was throw all the ribbons and mistletoes in his face and walk away. Even Steph and Cass – Cass – tried to get him to even help decorate the tree. Maybe even hang some garlands around his apartment, which were gold, and he might have hissed at the thing. He just hoped that he wouldn't hear from Alfred because how could he ever say no to him? He'd die from shame if he said no to him, but luckily the man hasn't been seen or heard from lately, so he thinks he's good.
Tim's so grateful when he steps into his apartment, which is completely lacking of any holiday themes and annoying, festive people, after his workday, and he's just about ready to collapse onto his bed. But there's an issue; he can't. Because there's a small, oblong box sitting there. And it's wrapped – thankfully not in gold. Tim's so wary of it, and he even set about to make sure there wasn't any explosives or traps. Talk about paranoid.
Once he was sure the thing wasn't going to blow up in his face, he carefully unwrapped the box – that was very poorly wrapped. The entire thing nearly came undone with just a small nudge – to find two cans of peppermint whipped cream: one green and one red.
Tim's utterly confused because: one, why does he have two cans of flavored cream?; two, who gave him these?; and three, who the hell gifts someone whipped cream?
"So, heard you hate decorating." Tim jolted just a little bit, not that he'd admit to it, and he turned around in surprise at the sudden, sultry voice. And the second his eyes landed on Jason, he frowned.
"This was you?" he asked, though by looking at that lopsided grin, he already knew the answer.
"I might have had something to do with it," he drawled. The younger man huffed at him, the cans cold in his palms.
"Could you tell me why?" he inquired with an arched brow. "Really, the suspense is killing me," he drawled sarcastically. Jason pushed away from the doorway, wolfish grin still present on his lips, and he stopped maybe a foot away from Tim.
"Thought I'd help you out with your decorating problem," he said. Tim just raised his other eyebrow, and Jason's smirk widened. "Wouldn't you like to decorate me?"
His teasing tone and suggestion nearly made Tim gape in surprise, but good thing he's used to things like this now to control that reaction. He looked up at Jason before he let the cans roll back onto the bed, and had them both on the bed in record time. And Jason just laughed heartily because Tim could be as much predictable as he was unpredictable.
"I'll take that as a yes," he hummed.
"You're evil," Tim huffed, but busied himself by nipping at the man's jaw.
"Never said I was nice."
Tim thought he could deal with holiday decorating if this was the definition for every year.