12 Days of Jaytim
Sleep

Tim sighed as he leaned against the window, feeling the cold glass against his skin. It was snowing outside, adding the final touch to the Christmas spirit that no one seemed to have in the small apartment. But that was okay. Dick made up for all of them put together. He had too much holiday cheer to go around.

Tim sighed quietly as he stared out at the city lights. It was peaceful. He had to enjoy it now before they had to get up and head to the manor tomorrow. Dick had insisted upon it, which means there's not getting out of it. He'd bring Christmas to the hospital if you were bedridden with broken bones. The man was unstoppable in that department.

Warm hands suddenly gripped Tim's arms, slowly rubbing them, and a warm body pressed against his back.

"The hell are you doing up?" said a gruff, yet quiet, voice in his ear. "You can't be excited for tomorrow." Tim smiled softly at that.

"No. Just a bit restless, I think," he responded with a soft hum, leaning against Jason as he practically engulfed him with his arms.

"Come back to bed?" he asked, hands smoothing over Tim's abdomen. He could feel the warmth of the palm even through his sweater. He pressed a soft kiss to Tim's temple, smelling the soft traces of his shampoo. His hand played absently with the rim of Tim's pants, and Tim couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

"Yeah. Sure," he said before he let Jason lead him back to there room. Tim stripped, and pulled on just a pair of loose drawstring pants because Jason was like a personal heater. He crawled into bed next to him where they were almost instantly glued together. Tim's face was buried in the crook of Jason's neck as they molded together. Close, warm, and safe.

Tim nuzzled his shoulder and sighed tiredly. "Merry Christmas," he whispered.

"It's not Christmas yet," Jason huffed, though the underlying words of "don't remind me" made Tim chuckle.

Jason was out within minutes, something that seemed rare at times, but was slowly becoming more common. Tim was grateful for this because the man deserved sleep. And he, too, fell asleep soon after to the steady beat of the man's heartbeat. They'd need their sleep too.

Because Dick was going to host one hell of a snowball fight.