For Knightwing12: Hound and Jason
Because you asked. Porn continues to elude me, but I’m putting this on the ‘maybe continue later’ list, and for now, Jason and Hound being cute. (When did I start writing cute? I blame the Drakestroke verse.)
It’s sunday, and there is nothing scheduled until the family patrols in the evening. No need to leave the manor walls at all.
No need to be Tim at all. Hound sits up in his bed, feeling a touch guilty for the relief that thought brings, but happy all the same. Being Tim is exhausting, sometimes.
Hound slides to his feet, soundless, and pads into the bathroom. He lets himself meet his own eyes in the mirror, cataloging the person staring back. Long black hair knots and tangles down his back, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep. He looks young, and vulnerable. Hound shakes his head, and sits down on the vanity to start combing the knots out.
“How did you even manage to get your hair in such a state?” Master asks, one hand resting on Hound’s shoulder, the other gently separating sections of hair from one another.
Hound blinks tiredly, heat sapping what little energy he had left. “There was the assassination attempt two days ago.”
“I see.” Master stroked the soft skin behind Hound’s ear, making him shiver. “You did well, pet.”
He never talks about it-with anyone-but Hound has good memories of his master too. He keeps those to himself. Navigating the complications of his identity is difficult enough with trying to reconcile his memories of Ra’s with his current life.
Hound smiles tentatively at his reflection in the mirror. It still seems odd to allow himself such openness, but he’s getting used to it. And there are some benefits to it.
“You awake yet, Ti-,” Jason cuts himself off, and rapidly corrects, “Hound? Stupid question, never mind. Alfred’s got breakfast ready, if you’re coming down.”
“I am,” Hound agrees, ducking his head, cheeks suddenly hot. Jason has that effect on him. Makes him feel younger than he can ever remember being, fumbling and shy.
“Good. Do you have any plans today?” Jason asks, offering Hound his hand. Hound flushes hotter and takes it, intertwining their fingers in a fit of daring.
“I was…” Hound trails off, licks his lips. “…the garden, I, um-”
The look Jason gives him is one of unbearable fondness, mixed with a certain anticipation. “Mind if I join you?”
“No, that would be…” Hound squeezes Jason’s hand. “Nice.”
"Freaking adorable," Jason says, lips twitching. "God, how are you so cute?"
Hound looks up at Jason through his long bangs, and offers, “Talent?”
"Talent, he says. That a euphemism for something?" Jason tugs him a little closer, until their shoulders bump.
Hound hesitates, and decides to go for broke. “I think you’d notice if I had that sort of ‘talent’, Jason.”
Jason looks confused for a moment, and then starts snickering. Hound smiles, and presses a little closer.