Fics like a tug-of-war of leave and stay

Tim does put some space between him and Dick this time, all too aware of how nauseating his pheromones are when they rot like this. As if a carton of milk was left open in the summer heat. Tim knows what it means for Jason to spend the night with Mr. Wayne and it jolts terror through him like he was injected with it. Thinking about what Jason had to endure last night while Tim was selfishly taking advantage of his big brother is enough to make vomit rise in the back of his throat. It’s only the thought of Dick attempting to clean up the mess that stops him from actually throwing up. Dick sits up, scent pumping out purposefully calm and soothing, the honey taking on an earthier sort of cadence. It does nothing to ease the overwhelming guilt flooding through Tim. This is his fault, he knows it just as surely as he knows that he’s a bad pup. A bad boy. A bad friend who got Jason alone with Mr. Wayne, in his bed. Tim’s Daddy doesn’t have a nest, but he’s sure it’s all the same. — Tim is not allowed to tell a grown-up ‘no’, but he can keep track of his debt. Know exactly how much he’ll have to pay back. — Or, the Waynes take Tim shopping.

Fics like a tug-of-war of leave and stay

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