[The hint of shyness from the Titan is endearing and Jason sits back, straddling Gar's hips so he can admire the hard worked body beneath him. They've seen each other shirtless before, hell, he's even seen Gar completely butt ass naked after a transformation. It comes with the territory of training, fighting, and living together but Jason would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed how attractive the other boy was or caught himself staring at his bare chest or the way his muscles move and strain when he's training. He was fine admiring from a distance because that's all it could ever be. Jason wasn't like the others. He was only here temporarily until Bruce decides he can go back to Gotham and he doesn't need to give him or Dick anymore reasons to think he's not ready. Gar would get with Rachel or meet some other nerdy emo girl and get the kiss he's been waiting for. This was not in the plans. It was just a kiss, right? They're two guys blowing off some steam. No big deal.
Jason pulls his shirt up and over his head and drops it to the floor next to the bed. This feels completely different from the other times they've been in various stages of undress around each other. The air in the room feels hot, heavy and he has the heady, sweet taste of Gar on his tongue. Now that he's shirtless and more exposed, Jason is silently cursing himself for sending that fucking picture earlier. Gar had seemed less than impressed and now he feels stupidly, just a little bit, self conscious.
One look at Gar beneath him is enough to shake the thought from his mind though and he runs his hands over the other Titan's chest, his shoulders, his pecs, his abdomen, mapping out every dip and line of muscle. Fuck. He was hot.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 03:46 pm (UTC)Jason pulls his shirt up and over his head and drops it to the floor next to the bed. This feels completely different from the other times they've been in various stages of undress around each other. The air in the room feels hot, heavy and he has the heady, sweet taste of Gar on his tongue. Now that he's shirtless and more exposed, Jason is silently cursing himself for sending that fucking picture earlier. Gar had seemed less than impressed and now he feels stupidly, just a little bit, self conscious.
One look at Gar beneath him is enough to shake the thought from his mind though and he runs his hands over the other Titan's chest, his shoulders, his pecs, his abdomen, mapping out every dip and line of muscle. Fuck. He was hot.]