“They’re so grown up I can’t believe it” Roy’s mother, Dinah, ‘whispered’ to Bruce Wayne as they took picture of the boys. Roy groaned at the blonde woman’s actions and not very politely informed her of just how embarrassing she was being. The young boys were going stag, no dates, only each other (though Roy likes to picture them going as dates).
Jason smiled at the red headed boy next to him, the two of them wearing matching red ties and looked, in Alfred’s words, extremely dapper. He would’ve never say this aloud, but when Roy suggested they go together rather than get dates, he was relieved. No pressure of finding the right girl. No rejection. No complications after the dance. Along with the fact he felt a tug in his throat at the idea of Roy and some girl grinding on the dance floor.
The dance was loud and long, and went exactly how Roy had expected. Jason got all sorts of action, Roy got none. Like in every high school movie ever, someone spiked the punch, so the two boys were a little tipsy as Dinah drove them home. Everything was fucking hilarious. When the hot home, Dinah watched them go into Roy’s room and chuckled at them. The got drunk at the homecoming, oh well. What else could she do? She couldn’t report it, they’d get in trouble for drinking. She was confident neither Roy nor Jason had any alcohol on their person. So she just let it be.
Sitting on Roy’s bed, the two boys were pretty quiet as they pulled their ties off. Roy smiled softly at Jason as he stood up, removing his jacket and shirt slowly. He caught his reflection in the mirror, along with the reflection of Jason staring at him. “Jay?” He raised a soft brow and was met with Jason standing up and pressing his lips against Roy’s in a way that made Roy absolutely giddy.