18. "What am I to you?" - JayTim please!
Tim tipped his head back as the bathroom door opened. The light remained off as Jason walked over, bending over the tub and holding out a wine glass. Tim eyed it for a second, before his mouth curved into a smile. He lifted his hand from the warm water, taking the glass in silent thanks, and carefully taking a sip. As he did, Jason got down on his knees, rolling the sleeves of his button down up to his elbows.
Tim watched but didn’t speak, liked the way the candles Jason had lit- and brought- flicked light over his hands and arms, as they eased under the water, sliding along Tim’s chest. Jason leaned over the tub, pressed right to Tim’s shoulders, was breathing into his pulled back hair.
There didn’t need to be a reason for the touch. Tim had hurt horribly, before he’d gotten in the tub. His ankle was so swollen and twisted he couldn’t even walk on it, he’d had to use a crutch at the office today. Jason had carried him around the apartment the entire night. And his ribs were still sore from the bruising beating he’d taken, two nights ago.
But Jason’s touch didn’t hurt. His calloused fingers were tender, hit all the right places to have Tim sighing, leaning his weight back against the tub and him. He felt Jason kiss his hair, and lifted the glass, taking a long sip.
“Slow, Replacement,” Jason whispered, “Have to keep it light with your painkillers.”
Jason had been willing to concede for one glass. Tim knew he wouldn’t get more.
Tim smiled with his mouth still against the glass, slowly pulling it away. It set it on the edge of the tub, moving to slowly turn. He got his waist twisted so he could see Jason, reached one wet hand up to brush along his cheek, keep him still so he could study the affection in those gray eyes.
“Jason,” he whispered, and his name felt so good on his tongue. “Tell me something.”
“Anything you want, babygirl.” Jason turned enough to kiss his fingertips, and Tim shivered.
Jason glanced up at Tim, reaching up to cup the hand at his face. He held it, squeezed gently, moved to kiss Tim’s palm. “Beyond a god and goddess,” he mumbled, his words breaths against warm, wet skin. “Ethereal. All knowing. All loving.” He moved to Tim’s wrist, and Tim couldn’t help but quake, Jason’s warm mouth feeling like it could pull secrets from his blood. “Endlessly smart and loving.” Moving towards the crook of his elbow. Jason forced Tim’s arm to straighten, kissed the highly tender skin there. “The one who allowed me to find myself.”
Tim’s breath escaped him, and before he could even think, he was turning, his ankle screaming as he moved more but he didn’t care. He got his arms around Jason’s neck, pressed right up against his chest and kissed him. He knew he was soaking Jason’s shirt, but the man wasn’t complaining as he kissed Tim back, moved his mouth slow and affectionately.
Kissed Tim like he was cared for.
“I love you,” Tim whispered, and his chest seized up, went tight and ached over it. Because he did and he never forgot, but these quiet moments, where Jason was there and loving... were they could pretend to be normal-
They only made it all too apparent to Tim.
“I love you too babygirl,” Jason whispered, smiling all the way up to his eyes. “Always will.”
