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@jaesntdd ○ 𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 ○

          ⤷  『  [ pin ] to pin my muse down  』

Asking Jason to teach him hand to hand combat during their free time had been a good move cause he could see himself improving, but it also meant walking around with more bruises than usual, especially in those early days.

However, ever since this tentative getting together not quite officially— What the hell are labels for anyway amirite…

Ahem, anyway, ever since then, their training had taken a bit more of a playful suggestive turn on occasion, which really just helped keep his interest and put in his all because he liked wining and coming out on top almost as much as Jason did. Pinning him down was very satisfying in and of itself, really.

Still, he's not quite there yet, if he manages it it's usually more a stroke of luck than any actual skill, and shortly after he indeed lets out a sharp huff as his back hits the floor and his wrists are summarily pinned down over his head, both of them breathing a bit more heavily than when they'd started.

"You comfy up there~?" He ends up teasing playfully, squirming a bit just to confirm that Jason's well and truly gotten him trapped. And he'll learn to escape from situations like this soon too he's sure, but right now he can't bring himself to mind whatsoever.

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚔︎๑ஓ ────── «« ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sworn he could feel his eyes popping out of his head from the sheer shock of the situation. it wasn't like he minded hanging out with gar, but the moment he started bringing up anything esoteric, anything that was so out-of-this-world unrealistic that it really started to grind his gears, jason was up and out of the room. thankfully, he didn't do anything like that this time around ; perhaps, one little thing that provided a new yet strong JOLT of emotion to flood through jason, one that kept him in his place, his feet rooted to the ground ( or his butt to the couch in this instance ) and his heart in one single position.

he had no idea how to respond to the kiss ... should he yell? sit and stare in surprise? let gar know that there was another way to comfort him if he looked lonely? get up and walk away? he had no idea — so he felt trapped, literally, by having to make a choice. thankfully, the other didn't appear as though he was judging him, but he couldn't deny the way his heart raced in his chest, how in that moment every time he spoke down on or mistreated the others, even rachel, and especially gar, he felt sorry for it. he wanted to take everything back, to show that he was a different person than what his shield of self-preservation and protection he put up to stop himself from feeling so much anxiety and FEAR.

so he faced that fear. he stood in silence, completely still, lips and face twitching a bit as he stared, before he leaned over and pressed his lips against the other's again, lingering for longer, deepening the gesture for a few seconds before PEELING himself away. his heart was slamming against his sternum at this point, pulsing in his ears, drowning out the background noise from the living room. he found it difficult to keep his eye contact with gar as he turned his head, licking his lips. right after he told himself he'd face his fear, here he was walking away from it. ❝ ... i should go — ❞

He'd figured Jason might just deck him. The whole freezing into place and looking surprisingly vulnerable and guilty all of a sudden? That wasn't what he'd planned for.

Alright so maybe he hadn't been thinking much either when he'd just gone for it, but maybe he'd also been thinking about this for maybe longer than was technically healthy. Jason was attractive, no doubt about it, and while Gar's more than aware of the other's flaws he still cares about him.

He and Dick and Kory got used to Rachel's powers and her not always having that control. So he understands why Jason reacted the way he did back in training, putting up walls because he'd been scared and overpowered. The whole mess with Trigon and his followers, they've all been through some shit so he gets it. Quite frankly Jason's expression at the time had reminded him of the time he'd been stuck in that cage, desperate for a bit of control even though there was nothing he could do.

He'd ripped that man's throat out, and part of him had enjoyed it… He still felt a little sick sometimes remembering the taste on his tongue and the feeling of teeth ripping through flesh—

Anyway, point being that he gets where Jason's coming from, probably more than Jason knows, and that's not helping his stupid little attraction problem. He'd figured Jason would shove him off at the very least, maybe yell…

Never had he expected that after a moment Jason would kiss him back. It's his turn to freeze up in surprise briefly before he all but melts into the passion being offered. So when Jason pulls away it's a bit like getting a bucket of cold water thrown over your head. (Yes he knows what that feels like, no don't ask.)

"Wh— No, Jason, wait!" It takes him a second to scramble after him, blushing up to his ears when he catches slight of Jason licking his lips like that. Shit he's going to be remembering that.

Once caught up after scrambling around the couch and coffee table he catches hold of the other's wrist. He doesn't want to force or push too hard though, only putting enough into it to turn Jason back to face him, free hand brushing over the other's cheek again.

"Please, don't go."

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚔︎๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ deserve it, ❞ he snapped. if anything, red was a person he'd really love to bend over his knee and snap a few bones of right about now. and what the fuck was it with that ridiculous nickname? was he even TRYING to make a point or a proposal, or was he here just to taunt him? he was about to toss a shuriken in the direction of the other until he made a proposal, and he stopped for a few moments, telling himself not to ask what he had in mind in his head, before giving a thick sigh and turning to face the other. ❝ ... what kind of fun? ❞

Annoying Jason was always fun, but watching the way he calmed and grew sharper at the offered opportunity was quite frankly a delight. He knows the feeling, even if he's in charge of his own gigs nowadays.

"It's a neutral kinda job, won't be stepping on the toes of any of your precious little friends, or even then old bat for that matter. Tech company getting a little big for its britches, y'know?" You bet he's grinning. It's been a while since he went for something like this since there were kids to be minding what with Gotham turning into a dump with these prison breaks and what not.

"Thought I'd help them out and lighten their load a little. Single prototype, very hush hush and they're not transporting so we'll have to go in, but that's the best kinda job, don't you think?"

He'd handle the tech aspect, cameras and all that shit, and Jason could scout ahead, get some of that energy out by getting rid of the guards. Red could do it himself, but the tech work to lift this was going to be delicate as all hell and he needed his energy and focus. Having Jason there would solve his entire problem.

"What do you say? Are you in?"

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A quick glance between Jason and the mistletoe and she peered over crossed arms with an amused expression at the other. Someone had put up mistletoe almost everywhere the night before Christmas even and now this was what they all had to deal with. Not that she particularly minds, since she's well aware she can just turn the challenge or invitation down if she doesn't want to.

Still, there's surprise over the fact he hasn't yet to turn away and storm off in the other direction at the sight of her. She knows he's still mad about what happened during training though, so while Rachel's first inclination is actually to tease him, she has to wonder if doing so would be the right move or if it'd just make Jason hate her more.

Eventually she makes her move, before the other has the opportunity to escape. Soft lips press against the corner of his mouth, calm and steady and well aware of what she's doing and the potential risk she's taking in the process.

"I'm sorry about what happened during training." She murmurs from her position almost flush against him, lips still close enough to brush skin should he move just that little bit to close the gap once more. Rachel does meet his eyes as she says it, wanting to convey her honesty despite the rather risqué situation.

After a brief moment she pulls away, small smile playing at her lips as she slips past him.

"See you later."

She has to wonder if he'd catch her wrist before she's out of his range and stop her over this… Part of her can't seem to decide whether or not she'd like him to. She's not usually a thrill seeker after all, so it's an unexpected little niggling desire.

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@jaesntdd ○ 𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 ○

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They had Christmas back at Caulder house, of course, but mistletoe had never really been a part of that because of their various conditions and such. So while he's familiar with the tradition in a sense, he's never actually experienced it before.

Now if he'd run across Rachel in the hall with one of those plants over his head he wouldn't have hesitated much, but crossing the corner had left him face to face with Jason instead, and he freezes.

It's stupid, he's got no reason to, and the guy's gotten the both of them into their fair share of trouble before. By all logic he should just roll his eyes and brush past him, he should, really. And yet he's standing there much like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do with himself.

It's Jason teasing him as usual that snaps him out of that, a light blush settling on his cheeks as he watches the other for any signs that might indicate he's either about to get hit or that the other might hold this over his head later. He still might, admittedly, but he kind of doubts it when it comes to this.

So after a moment's hesitation longer he huffs out a soft "Fine…", and grabs Jason by the front of his shirt, pulling him into the kiss the damn plant promised to whoever passed under it. Despite his inexperience it's still a daring move, and not just a short shy peck either.

It lasts a second or two, first because he doesn't want to look like a coward and then because he's surprised by… how much he likes it. Granted he's got all of no experience with this kind of thing, but maybe that's exactly why he lingers for a moment, enjoying the feeling while it lasts before stumbling back, flustered once more.

"Uhh… See ya—" He's quick to escape past Jason and down the hall, hopefully so he can hide somewhere and process the fact his face feels like it's on fire and his lips are tingling with the ghost of feeling Jason's lips against his own.

Damn it!