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Tim stretched his knotted muscles and flexed his hands, there were several bleeding fingernail imprints on his palm. The aftermath of fear gas was a certified bitch. Especially since it was all hands on deck and the only person with him was Jason, not exactly who he wanted with him while under the influence of fear gas.
Jason had been surprisingly professional though, carrying Tim in, administering the antidote and running the blood tests, doing his best to stay out of sight and let Tim calm down by himself. It wasn’t going to work however, he knew from experience that he’d shake and brood until he was put down. The only two Doms he trusted to do that were very occupied right now, saving the city from Crane’s gas. All he had was Jason.
The alternative was to stay lost in his mind, wallowing in his fears and reliving the hallucinations. He sighed and sat up on the side of the hospital cot, resigning himself to harsh treatment. He’d never seen Jason do his work, but if he dommed anything like he normally acted, well, Tim was going to be sore in the morning.
Thoughts of paddles, whips and heavy-duty handcuffs danced through his mind. Tim wondered if it would even help.
“Okay Timbits, your blood test is clear, but Dickie, he called while you were out, he said,” Jason paused there and took a deep breath. “He said you’d need my help, that fear gas put you in a bad place.” He trailed off a bit, lifting his eyes off the blood test result printout to study Tim’s face.
Tim nodded, not willing to say the words out loud.
“Alright, let me just clean these up first then we’ll get started.” Jason said briskly, taking a hold of Tim’s left hand. He was gentle as he dabbed them with an antiseptic wipe and then smeared on a thin layer of cream. Tim swallowed hard as he finished, ready to get this over with, only hoping it would help a little bit.
“Why don’t we get out of costume, get comfortable.” Jason suggested and Tim nodded. “You need any help?”
“No, I’ve got it,” Tim finally spoke, voice a little raspy, he knew he’d been screaming earlier. Jason nodded and walked into the locker room and started stripping himself of his weapons and armor. Tim did the same and was soon enough wrapped up in a pair of soft sweatpants and one of Dick’s t-shirts.
“Anywhere in particular you’d feel safest? Your room, the study? I doubt the Cave is the best place for this.” Jason asked, surveying the harsh rocky floor.
“Study,” Tim rasped, he didn’t want Jason in his room, his inner sanctum. Jason nodded again and moved towards the elevator. Soon enough they were in the study, Jason turned towards him, face open and soft. Tim was suspicious.
“Any limits, or No’s I need to know about?” He asked.
“Nothing sexual.” He said immediately, Jason nodded sharply, “no degrading names, nothing with blood, urine or feces.” Tim finished up.
“Pet names okay?” Jason asked. Tim shrugged, then nodded, he didn’t really care, no one ever really called him pet names aside from variations of his actual name.
“Can I trust you to be good for me and keep your hands behind your back or do you need me to use rope?” Jason asked, that was considerate actually. Tim thought about it, then decided he didn’t want to be tied up right now.
“I can be good.” Tim replied.
“You always are,” Jason said absentmindedly like it wouldn’t make Tim blush, before turning to the set of plush armchairs, he pushed away the coffee table. Jason plopped down on the chair and waved a hand at Tim, signaling him to come over. “On your knees, hands behind your back,” Jason said, his voice taking on a deeper timbre, not hard or stern, just rumbling. It sent a rolling spike of arousal through Tim.
That wasn’t anything new, Tim was perfectly aware that physically Jason was exactly his type. Tall, strong, handsome, with interesting scars, and a bad boy air about him. He was used to finding the man attractive, but looks couldn’t make up for personality and compatibility.
Tim walked over slowly, then situated himself between Jason’s spread knees, hands behind his back as requested.
Jason’s hand reached up and he ran fingers through Tim’s hair, Tim just barely suppressed a flinch. There was no way this was going to work.
“It’s okay, I know we don’t always get along, nothing wrong with that, but I promise I won’t let anything hurt you here and now, not even me. Alright, so relax for me just a little bit.” Jason said. Tim wanted to believe him, but was kept tense by imagining what was to come. “What do you need right now?” Jason asked.
“I need to know what’s coming, what’s the plan?” Tim answered honestly, a little shocked with himself. Jason merely smiled down at him.
“Good boy, thank you for answering,” Jason praised and Tim felt a warmth rising in his chest. “All I have planned is getting you to relax, kneeling, and talking you down, nothing strenuous, I don’t think you’re up for it right now.” Jason answered his question. Tim was confused, Dick liked to test his limits in moments like this, to see how much he could take and wear him out. He’d never tried just calming down.
“Okay,” Tim said, shifting minutely to get more comfortable.
“I want you to close your eyes for me sweetheart,” Tim blushed once more at the pet name but did as requested. “We’re gonna count backwards from fifty together.” Weird method, but Tim went with it. “Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight,” Jason said each word slowly and distinctly, voice a low rumble that infiltrated Tim’s mind and oh so slowly started relaxing him. His muscles started unknotting from their tense mess. Somewhere around twenty-three Tim felt himself sway a little.
“Come here darling,” Jason commanded, using a soft grip on Tim’s neck to pull him down, until Tim’s head rested on Jason’s strong thigh, his worn sweatpants were quite soft. “That’s good, you’re so good for me my good boy,” Jason’s fingers carded softly through Tim’s hair, running down his neck and over his shoulders in a circuit, massaging out tension and stress.
Tim felt himself melt into his hands, he allowed Jason’s continuous praise to wash over him, his mind going blissfully blank and he lost track of time.
He came back to himself a little as he felt strong arms lifting him up, setting him gently on a lap. Hands pulled his arms from behind his back. He made a noise of protest.
“It’s okay precious boy, you were so good for me,” Tim nuzzled his face into the chest in front of him, delighted with the praise. He felt hands rubbing at his wrists, circling and massaging them then rubbing up his arms. He was starting to regain his senses, feeling more grounded in his body. “Open your eyes for me baby,” Jason requested, oh yeah, he was with Jason.
Tim blinked open bleary eyes, Jason was smiling down at him, a look of pride in his eyes.
“Here drink this for me please,” Jason said, holding a bottle of water to his lips, Tim gulped it down greedily, not realizing how thirsty he’d been. There was a look of such fondness on Jason’s face that Tim had to look away. Jason let him sit in his lap, feeding him bites of protein bar and fruit for a while, Alfred must have brought it in at some point. When Tim tried to stand he wobbled and Jason easily picked him up, and carried him to his room.
“I’ll be in my room tonight if you need me.” Jason informed him, Tim thought it was weird, Jason hated staying in the manor. But Tim was quickly dragged under by the siren call of sleep and didn’t have much time to contemplate the strange behavior.
When he woke up the next morning he couldn’t remember feeling so well rested after a fear gas incident, he hadn’t had a single nightmare, hadn’t woken up once. He showered and went down to breakfast, finding Jason already sitting in the kitchen nook, eyes a little droopy, he was hunched over a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” Tim greeted in high spirits.
“Morning Baby Bird,” Jason returned the greeting.
“I, um, I wanted to thank you for last night, you could have just left me.” Tim said.
“No, I really couldn’t,” Jason said, “but you’re welcome anyways.”
Tim was in a good mood for the rest of the day, surprising everyone who was expecting him to be surly and short, as he normally was after a fear gas incident. Maybe compatibility and looks weren’t as far apart with Jason as he’d assumed.
After this revelation Tim did what he always did when faced with a problem, he researched, or in this case, he spied. He followed Jason to clubs and watched him scene, fighting the bitter twinge of jealousy that rose up in him as he watched. Jason was in high demand, even when he got physical and rough he still had plenty of praise and softness for his Subs. After he’d watched a handful of times Tim made a decision.
Which led him here.
“Come on Timmy, everything will be okay.” Dick promised as he tried to tug Tim out of his uniform and into the showers. Tim once again had drawn the short straw and been hit with Ivy’s most embarrassing pollen. He could feel it working, he was already feverish and his cock was straining against his briefs. He knew he had only a few more moments before he lost himself.
“Not you,” Tim complained.
“I’m the one on your form Tim, remember.”
“Changed the form,” Tim said, fighting to keep his mind. He heard the clacking of keys behind him, someone was checking his In Case of Pollen Form.
“He did,” Tim heard Jason say, his voice distant and strained.
“To who?” Dick asked.
“To me,” Jason responded in confusion and disbelief.
“Are you willing to help out?” Dick asked, there was an embarrassingly long pause and Tim was sure Jason was about to reject him.
“Sure,” Jason finally responded, still sounding a bit out of it. Way to sound enthusiastic, Tim thought.
Then Jason’s hands were on him, gently stripping him, and leading him to the showers, Jason stripped down as well, Tim had only a few moments to really take him in before his mind was lost to him.
He woke the next morning to flashes of memory, soapy hands running across his skin, a hot mouth around his cock, the clicking of handcuffs on his wrist, the weight of Jason pinning him to the bed, his thick cock stretching Tim, soft words and pet names whispered in his ear. Judging from the soreness Tim felt and the amount of flaking come splashed across his chest and thighs, they must have gone at it multiple times.
Tim sighed and sunk back into his blankets, there was movement behind him and an arm snaked around his waist pulling him back against a firm chest. Jason was still here!
He had, in all honesty, expected Jason to run as soon as Tim was in the clear. Tim rolled over in Jason’s arms, reveling in the warmth and sense of security.
“Morning beautiful,” Jason said and Tim ducked his head down in embarrassment, the pet names were easier to take when he was not in his right mind.
“Sorry, good morning Tim,” Jason corrected himself, erroneously thinking Tim didn’t like it.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize, I like it.” Tim said from the safety of Jason’s collarbone. Jason hummed and started rubbing lazy circles on Tim’s back. “I like all of this, wish I could remember more of it.” Tim lamented.
“Well we could always do it again, this time without the pollen.” Jason offered, voice breaking with nerves. Tim couldn’t imagine Jason being nervous over something like this.
“Maybe we could go to dinner first,” Tim suggested. Jason used a finger to tip Tim’s face up, meeting his eyes.
“Like a date?”
“Yeah, a date,” Tim said, he could feel the blush rising on his cheeks. In that moment he wanted a million sappy and ridiculous things, had a rush of hopes.
“I’d really like that.” Jason said, pressing a kiss to Tim’s forehead. Tim grinned and burrowed back into Jason’s warmth, maybe those hopes weren’t so ridiculous after all.