Dick’s eyes narrowed only slightly at Jason’s tone, at the no duh cadence of words as if it were so obvious, but before he was able to formulate any sort of response, Tim slid into his lap and short-circuited his thoughts. His eyes widened at it, but Tim did look positively radiant, positively pleased as he stage whispered what Dick thought was a downright mastermind move.

To share Jason? How that made him feel became obvious on his face, his warm gaze tracing over Jason’s form on the couch, the barely-there parting of his lips giving way to a breath sighed out with a little quiver at the end, as if he was being allowed to imagine and to have what he didn’t even know he wanted. How could Tim tell? How did Tim know he’d feel this way as soon as the suggestion was put into his head? He wasn’t blind—he could see that Jason was hot as hell, and the past hour he spent knowing that Tim and Jason were together had put all sorts of images into his head. Tim’s words stroked fire into them and flared them alive like a dream he perhaps never allowed himself to truly have.

Maybe this was a dream—in which case Dick should let himself fully play it out. Tim’s whisper sent a shudder down his spine, one that his lapful of that warm, soft, sexy body would be able to feel. There really was nothing to do but go with Tim’s plan. He couldn’t resist it if he tried, and besides, Tim’s plans were ninety-nine percent correct all of the time, anyway.

So his arms wrapped around Tim’s waist to pull him closer and a barely-there hum of a groan pooled in the back of his throat as he sought out his baby bird’s mouth.

“Like…this?”

Warm words against Tim’s soft lips before he sealed them together with a hand splaying broad at Tim’s back.