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POSTED • Jan. 15, 2013
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hushupconstable:

[Now that was just fucking adorable. He felt a corner of his lips twitch up when Owen leaned into his hand. This was different. He’d never really had anybody be this subtly affectionate with him. Really, any semblance of a love life he had was always extremely spontaneous and usually unsatisfying. He lets Owen tug him closer and again the space between their lips closes. Oddly enough, it feels like his chest is tightening and that makes him hesitate for a second. That second passes quickly and he presses back against him. His hand moves and he curls his fingers around the back of Owen’s neck. Jason is the one to pull away first, but just barely. A moment later he moves back in and presses another quick kiss to the other man’s lips.]

I like this. Good idea.

[He chuckles under his breath. He felt confident that the first kiss and the second was a confirmation of sorts. That, yes, this was okay. Which is really all he wanted to make sure of.]

-Owen supposes that maybe this was a long time coming. Not too long, but he’d recognized himself pulling away more than once before, and now that he was finally letting ago; yeah, he agreed, this was a great idea. A bit of a laugh, and he nods, nuzzling at Jason’s cheek, fingers giving his waist a bit of a squeeze.- 

I’m a freakin’ genius. I thought you knew that.

-After a moment he can’t help pulling back a bit, almost bashful in a way he won’t admit to. Sure he knew this was okay, but this was still Jay, and as much as he liked to think he knew him, he didn’t know if Jason was going to like some clinging dude nuzzling and kissing him for the next hour. Of course he still lingers close, he’s enjoying that too much to give it up. -

But I’m glad you like it. 

-And maybe he’s smiling a bit like an idiot, something he tries to hide when he glances away, licking at his lips.-

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↳ Garrett Hedlund & Harry Lloyd as Owen Mercer & Jason Todd

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hushupconstable:

[For once, he’s managed to shut Owen up. He couldn’t begin to imagine what was going through his friend’s head, but he felt a vague sense of accomplishment from this. The kiss took him a little bit by surprise, but at the same time he was expecting it. He figured the latter was because of his ego. He closes his eyes for the brief moment that their lips touch and opens them the moment they part. He catches himself glancing down at Owen’s lips before looking him in the eyes again. His fingers move and brush through the other man’s hair, still barely touching him. He was pretty fucking pleased. He didn’t want to have to be the one to initiate something like that, given Owen’s delicate situation. Maybe it wasn’t so delicate anymore.]

Good to see you, too.

[He won’t call Owen out on his somewhat obvious embarrassment. It was tempting, but he didn’t want to get hit.]

-The hand in his hair was definitely a problem. Owen wasn’t the best at resisting impulses, and whether Jason knew it or not, he was a little too good at finding Owen’s weaknesses. He lets out a low, quiet, pleased sound, head pushing against Jason’s hand with a slight nuzzle, and he didn’t care how embarrassing this was shaping up to be because wow he’s needed something like this for a while.- 

You’re still a jackass.

-There’s no actual heat behind his words, they’re barely a mumble. And his hands are finally coming out of his pockets, settling on Jason’s hips and tugging him closer, close enough that he can close his eyes and lean into another kiss that isn’t as chaste and nervous as before. It’s slow, lazy, and gives him time to mull over the thought that he’s kissing Jason fucking Todd.-

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hushupconstable:

[Make yourself right at home, then. He didn’t mind, though. It was kind of nice to have somebody that comfortable around you. The last person he could think of who lowered their defenses around him was Sasha. He hadn’t seen her in ages. He didn’t have any idea where she fucked off to. He stepped a little more into the living room while Owen rummaged around, rubbing a hand slowly over his bruise under his shirt.]

I figured arson wasn’t the best solution to my problems. Wouldn’t want to push the rats out of their homes. Poor things.

[Owen returned and he unconsciously ran his tongue quickly over his lips. He wasn’t about to act like some sort of idiot. Their phone conversation didn’t change anything at the very core of it. Still, he guessed a little flirting was more appropriate now. He walked closer to him and stopped barely a foot away. He reached a hand up and brushed a bit of hair behind Owen’s ear.]

Oh, certainly. Kept me up at night.

Ahuh.

-Now he’s definitely feeling a bit stupid, because there’s no witty comeback shooting out of his mouth when Jason is doing— that. The closeness is distracting, to say the least, as is the hand that’s just barely touching him at all. This is weird, and he’s starting to realize it’s because Jay is playing his part.-

-Owen is used to being the one flirting and touching, trying- and usually failing -to make some sort of advances on whoever he happens to be interested in. And now there’s someone playing his game and he’s frozen, embarrassed, staring at Jason with furrowed brow because the fuck is he supposed to do now? He figures, before he loses his nerve, the best plan of action is to lean in, head tilted, hands still fisted in his pockets, and press a chaste kiss to Jason’s lips. And as short lived as it is, he’s still lingering mere inches away.- 

Sounds like it was hell without me. 

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hushupconstable:

[And he was home, thankfully. Whatever that meant. He didn’t have much of a concept of home, even in his less shit living spaces. This one was only a favorite because it was close to the place where he used to squat as a street rat, before he was Robin. Memories, he guessed. Not fond ones, but memories all the same.

He was inspecting a nasty bruise on his waist when he heard the door opening. His body instinctively tensed, and he pulled his shirt back over his body. Completely quiet, he left the room and peered cautiously into the main living space. Once he saw that it was Owen, he relaxed and noticed how comical he must have looked sneaking around.]

If this place is your home, I feel really fucking sorry for you. 

Alright, temporary shit-hole, it’s all the same to me. 

-And it was, really. Any place he managed to occupy for more than 2 weeks became home to Owen, but that might just be some sort of comforting defense mechanism. He pushed the thought aside, shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it on his bag, kicking off his shoes as he walked past Jason and into the kitchen, needing a drink before any sort of a conversation started.- 

So I see the couch is still intact. -He spoke, opening the fridge and pulling out the first bottle of booze he could find, hitting the top off on the edge of the fridge door.- And I don’t think there are any small fires blazing anywhere. -A couple swigs and he huffed, putting the bottle back in the fridge and walking back into the living room. It was the first time he was actually looking at Jason since he’d walked through the door, hands in his pockets, a brow raised.-

So I’m guessing you missed me.

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-Owen wasn’t fully aware of what he was coming home to. Could have been a plethora of things, really. Burnt couch. Burnt apartment. Totally fine apartment minus a roommate, which, admittedly, is what he expected the most. It wasn’t as if they got engaged on the phone or anything. Just chatted half jokingly about some possibilities that were up in the air, and maybe it left Owen feeling like a bit of a tool, but if he was going to make good on his word of ‘moving on,’ going home was the first step.

So he decided that stalling with a hand on the doorknob was probably the lamest thing he could have been doing at that moment in time, and instead pushed right in, flung his dufflebag into the nearest corner and turned to shut and lock the door behind him while calling out to who he hoped to be home.-

I’m home, jackass!

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hushupconstable:

comingbackatya:

hushupconstable:

Alright, you’re not joking.

[He couldn’t exactly say he was expecting this, but it was pretty damn obvious now.]

You don’t have to be joking, y’know.

I don’t?

-He feels stupid for how quickly he replies, biting his tongue and rubbing at his face because he can’t even pull off being calmly aloof.-

I mean, seriously? This isn’t a really stupid idea on my part?

Not stupid, no.

[He shrugs despite the fact that Owen can’t see it. A part of him wants to say something a little more profound than that, but he’s not exactly great with words. At least when he’s not fueled with some sort of adrenaline. Still, there’s a very apparent level of humor in his voice.]

If nothing else, I can squeeze a free meal out of you.

Buttnugget.

-He laughs, actually calm for the first time in a few minutes, and it still might be awkward but things at least look promising.-

You’re a dick, you know that?

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hushupconstable:

comingbackatya:

-And noooow he feels like a jackass. Which would be obvious enough in the way he goes quiet, confidence knocked clear out of him while he bites at his nails.-

Uh. Yeah. Sure. Ha ha good joke, right? 

Alright, you’re not joking.

[He couldn’t exactly say he was expecting this, but it was pretty damn obvious now.]

You don’t have to be joking, y’know.

I don’t?

-He feels stupid for how quickly he replies, biting his tongue and rubbing at his face because he can’t even pull off being calmly aloof.-

I mean, seriously? This isn’t a really stupid idea on my part?

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