Tim Drake X Jason Todd - Tumblr Posts

Tim thought that sex with Jason would be angry, or rough, or rushed in an alley after a fight. 

He didn’t think it would this. He didn’t think it would be soft and careful. He didn’t think it would be soft kisses and tender touches. 

He didn’t think it could be like this with Jason. Jason, who’s words had cut Tim like a knife before and who’s knives had cut him like, well like a knife.

But it was soft, it was tender, it was intimate. 

When they finished, Jason traced the scars on Tim’s back, asking where each one was from. The entire experience was so tender that the next day Tim wasn’t sure that he hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. 

He hadn’t dreamt it. 

Two days later, Jason shoved Tim against a wall in an alley, his helmet no where in sight, just a domino covering his eyes. That time is was rushed, it was rough, but it wasn’t angry. 

Afterward, Tim smelled like Jason’s cigarettes and his cheap aftershave.  Afterward, Jason bit Tim’s jaw and told him to come to his safe house after his patrol.

Tim never thought that sex with Jason could turn into something more, but it did. 

It turned into waffles at Jason’s, into movie nights at Tim’s, into patrols together, into something more. And sometimes they were angry, sometimes Jason held Tim while he shook though a nightmare, sometimes Tim did the same for Jason. 

It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t what Tim expected, but it was them.