9 jaytim or damitim please ^^
You know what happens when you list two ships? I combine them, sorry Anon.
“Have you slept at all?” Damian asked, watching Tim moving with his eyes nearly shut. He grunted, reaching for the coffee pot and pouring into a mug that, Damian swore, he had been using for two solid days without washing.
“It’s worse than you made it seem,” Jason said, leaning his arm onto Damian’s shoulder. The youngest had texted him that he was concerned over Tim’s sleeping habits, but Jason figured it was the usual.
Not that this was unusual.
Which maybe was the really bad part.
“Fine,” Tim mumbled, moving to prepare his coffee. He was half way to the fridge when Jason jogged over, forcing his hand onto it to keep it shut. He grabbed Tim’s mug, got those pretty blue eyes to snap open- and they were completely bloodshot.
“You look like hell,” Jason said, “you need to go to bed.”
“Oh no, now.” Jason nodded, and Damian moved quickly, got his hands on Tim’s waist and forcibly turned him. When Tim fought, Damian huffed and lifted him up, tossing him over his shoulder.
“But me down,” Tim said, even though he didn’t even have the energy to smack at Damian’s back. By the time they reached the stairs he had given up squirming, and by the time they were up them, he was limp and completely docile.
“I never see him like this,” Jason said, following closely behind, opening the door to Tim’s bedroom for Damian. “I mean, like- calm. Were it me he probably would’ve knocked out a tooth.”
“If I could lift my arms,” Tim muttered, “I would.”
“Love you too, sugar.” Jason reached out, pinched Tim’s cheek, before Damian was dropping him onto the bed, rather ceremonially. Tim sprawled there, before Jason pushed past, dragged him up to the pillows.
“I have work to do,” Tim said, even as his eyes were already shut.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jason said, shaking his head. “Babybat, get his jeans off him.”
Damian wordlessly complied, struggling because Tim began to twist and didn’t want to cooperate and honestly, Damian was sure he would never have children because he had this has a boyfriend.
“Drake I swear,” he said through gritted teeth, before finally getting them off. He tossed them to the floor, noticing there was already two sweaters there, a pair of sweatpants-
Oh god Tim had barely left his room all week, it seemed.
Damian settled his hands on his hips, watching as Jason pulled the blanket up, forcibly tucking Tim in. Tim finally sighed, rolling around until he was sprawled on his belly, his unwashed hair fanned out as he snuggled right into his pillow. It seemed like barely thirty seconds before his breathing was evening out, and he was quite obviously out.
“Hard to believe that this is the Tim that makes ya weak in the knees,” Jason said, even though he was smiling fondly. And Damian could agree- it was wild, how Tim could be an utter disaster when he forgot to sleep and wrapped himself up in work and shut himself in, versus the seemingly heavenly creature he became when he put himself together and had gotten a bit of rest.
Damian couldn’t help but smile as well, before Jason was sliding his arm around his shoulders, squeezing affectionately as he leaned over, kissed his temple.
“Maybe later we can crawl in with him,” Jason whispered, and Damian could melt into his heat. “Catch a few hours of sleep to make up for the hours we’re sure to lose tonight.”
It sounded like heaven, and Damian couldn’t argue.
