It wasn't him that had made that sound. It couldn't have been. His voice didn't do things like that. It had to have been Tim. Beautiful, devastating Tim with his sharp eyes and coy grin, foxlike and devious even as Dick's fingers curled around that sharp jaw. Kiss reddened lips pulled into an exaggerated pout, invitation dripping from his words and Jason gripped his mug tighter as someone in the room let out a soft, shuddering breath of air.

Not him, of course. It was too soft, too needy, too desperate of a sound to have ever come from him. Dick, maybe? Dick, with his warm honey eyes and hungry expression. Dick, with one arm wrapped around Tim's slim body to keep the younger man securely in place, even while the other still held his boyfriend's face. Tim's voice had been playful and flirty, but Dick's ran across his ears like sex and promise and Jason couldn't even try to deny the way his stomach was fluttering like a living thing.

They were a sight, the two of them. Two marble beauties made flesh to haunt his dreams, their bodies fitting together in a way that was sinfully perfect. There was no room over there for him. His bulk was cumbersome compared to their sleek perfection. His scars would be ugly, the worst kind of shock distraction from a moment that was as beautiful as this. He would spoil them, the picture they made....

But then Dick stopped questioning and just told and his body moved without his conscious thought. The mug was hastily set aside, the coffee table pushed a little out of place as he crossed the small space between them on his knees instead of taking the time to stand up properly first. And that sound? That bitten off groan?

That had come from him and he couldn't even try to deny it as he closed off the space against Tim's back, bowing his head to bury his face against his boyfriend's slender neck.

"You-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat a little before trying again. "You two are so fucking pretty, you know that? 's not fair."