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It doesn't take that long for Dick to show up back at his place. There fight has touched of something a little bit desperate and fierce in him. It makes him anxious and unhappy. The way they left things felt alright. They weren't running around swinging the happy hands of a couple, but they were working on life and Dick thought that they were at least headed in the same direction this time.

The curve ball that Jason smacked him with hurt. One second he was telling Jason how he wanted to suck his cock, and mark him, how he wanted to make that sexy body his and how Dick wasn't going any where, and the next second Jason was telling him that he should wait a few weeks. Dick knew he fucked a lot of things up. He knew he was terrible at relationships. He screwed every single one before this one up because he put work and himself before the person he cared about. Jason was so different. The way Dick felt was different. He couldn't tell Jason this. He knew he had to show him over time, but he figured he could get away with fucking talking sexy to him.

Now they were here, and Dick was supposed to sit on his hands when his first instincts, and absolute NEED was to slide his arms around Jason as they talked? How could he speak without holding him? How did that even work? What was his life now that he had this, how could he not touch him.

Walking in he stood there and bit his lip. "I- I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry. I need you. I can't even talk without needing to touch you, to hold you in my arms, even with clothes, I need to hold you. I- Jason. I.... whatever it takes. "