the dick and jason is soooo good but I can't get over them being...siblings...and bickering the entire time while trying to steal your lips from the other. Sigh...boys never do learn how to share
The sounds of whining and complaining rang throughout the apartment like a broken symphony, the tv in front of you ringing out various commercials as two pairs of hands cradle your body.
On the left is Jason, who tries to tuck you close to his collarbone, so much so that you figure he'd stuff you in his ribcage if the opportunity arose. Like an overly clingy dog, he gets annoyed if you move too much into the opposite direction, breathe in the opposite direction or, God forbid, try getting up on your own two feet.
That attempt was made less than 20 minutes ago, to which you were promptly yanked back like a pillow, while Jason mumbled that whatever you wanted to do could wait. You'd try to focus on the episode of whatever comedy was playing, the actors in the show clearly overselling it to the point you wanted to yawn... If it weren't for the occasional sensation of teeth ghosting against the skin of your neck. Jason's scent would invade your senses like nothing else, as if it wanted to cling onto your every nook and cranny, while his fingers drummed against the fabric of your shirt.
That was when the other little nuisance decided to make himself more present.
Unlike Jason, Dick never shied away from verbally expressing his awe. Like a medieval poet, he'd sing so many praises to your being that you wondered if the man's vocal cords would ever just pop out.
(It was amusing to imagine ripping them out with your own hands and teeth. However, the freak of nature known as Dick Grayson would likely find such a situation perhaps even flattering from you. To add the cherry on top, Jason would get jealous if you got so willingly close to Dick.)
If Jason Todd was a clingy dog who slobbered all over you, Dick Grayson was an ever elusive cat - fingers tracing whatever they could, lips just shy of kissing any sliver of exposed skin, and any bark of complaint coming from Jason would be met with his ever elusive smirk. Meanwhile, he'd try prying away Jason's fingers, his chin trying to rest at the top of your head, much to the other man's chagrin.
The bickering became white noise as you continued to watch the show, the annoying sound of the phoned in laugh track a strange edition to the situation.
Perhaps you were going crazy, but it felt as though the universe itself was laughing at you.
However, life wasn't a comedy, yours in particular.
"Wakey, wakey sunshine.~"
Dick's voice was as sweet as honey and grating as ever, hot air huffing against your ear as he all but commanded for you to look up.
Even if you wanted to, such a thing was rendered impossible due to the strong fingers which held your chin in place.
Despite not being able to see him, you could still feel the pout on Jason's lips, the snark dying down on his tongue the moment he caught a whiff of your scent.
Man, he was so easy.
Dick however, was not so easily satisfied.
With a playful gruff, he threw himself closer than before, his head landing on the plush of your chest as he hummed to himself, the joy practically radiating off him.
The position you were in was strange - on one end was a grumpy mess who could twist your neck in a matter of moments, but instead preferred to cling on like a second shadow. While on the other was the personification of a nuisance, who made it his life's goal to torment you in any way he could.
Truly, there was no greater pain than this.
