“Okay, no,” Dick bursts out eventually. “No. This is weird.”
“What’s weird?” Tim asks.
“This!” Dick gestures at the couch. Roy, currently draped across Jason’s lap, lifts his hand, pointing his middle finger at Dick without opening his eyes. Jason snorts, still running his fingers through Roy’s hair, and doesn’t even bother to look up.
Tim follows the gesture, and then he shrugs, turning back to his tablet. “It’s not that weird.”
“It’s weird!” Dick’s voice might’ve risen two octaves. Roy groans, rolling over and mushing his face into Jason’s stomach.
“Jesus Christ, Dickie, panic more quietly, will you?”
“I’m not panicking!” he exclaims. Judging by the Look Jason and Tim just shared, he’s fooling no one. “I’m just saying, it’s weird.”
“It’s not,” Tim starts, trailing off when Roy presses a kiss to Jason’s stomach through his shirt and Jason blushes before scowling and shoving him off to the floor. Roy just laughs, rolling into the motion before getting up and stretching, shirt riding up his stomach. Jason blatantly stares for a second before catching himself, wrenching his head away and ducking his face to hide the blush that burns even deeper.
Roy smirks, pleased with himself. Dick makes a low noise of despair and hides his face in his hands.
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