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The little Spoon (Jay/Tim)

Tim's POV

"Why am I never the little spoon?"

My head shot up from my laptop and the various scattered papers around my bed, my eyes moving to focus on Jason sitting in the swivel chair in my room.

I wasn't exactly sure when he'd even got here.

"What?" I sat back against my headboard, looking at him in utter confusion. His question had pulled me out of my thoughts that had been previously trying to attach a murder 6 years ago to one three days ago.

He looked up at me, his chin resting in his hand as he leaned forward onto his knee. "When we cuddle, why am I never the little spoon?"

Yup, still makes no sense.

I blinked then shook my head a little, slowly setting my laptop to the side for now as I raised an eyebrow at him. "Um...I don't know. Why is this suddenly so important?"

He shrugged, leaning up and back into the chair as he spun it around in a full circle. "I dunno...I'm just curious. I mean, I'm always the big spoon. Why?"

I brought a hand up to rub my eyes before pinching the bridge of my nose. I really didn't have time for this. "I don't know babe, I guess cause you're bigger."

The look he gave me made my right eye twitch. "What?" He scoffed. "Because I'm bigger...wow. So I don't have feelings because I weigh more than you?"

Wow...okay. deep breaths, Tim.

"No, Jay, that's not what I said. You're just- you just always are. Seriously, why is this so important? I really need to work." I sighed heavily, dragging a tired hand through my hair.

"Fine. Whatever." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as I moved my laptop back in front of me.

Drama queen.

He was at least silent as I started on my work again, but suddenly I heard an exaggerated sigh. My eye twitched again and I looked up at him, watching him glare at the wall across from him.

Another loud obnoxious sigh.

"OoH mY gOd, babe. What now!?" He sent me a Batman grad glare and I took a deep breath to calm myself, putting my hand up as a sort of apology for my anger.

"Babe, what's wrong? You're being extra grumpy. Is this really about being a little spoon?" I spoke softly this time, even softening my features.

I set my laptop down again and focused my attention on him, wondering what the heck had happened since this morning to make him act like this.

"Yes, Tim. It really is. I think I'd just like to be cuddled every now and then. I mean, I have bad days too, you know." He huffed again, slouching down in the chair.

"Seriously?...okay. Fine. Get your over dramatic pre Madonna ass over here." I lifted up the covers, scooting down into them and leaving space for him.

"Really?" His head shot up and I swear his eyes even sparkled a little. "Yes. Come on before I change my mind."

I couldn't help but grin as he scrambled out of the chair and over to the bed, sliding down under the covers and snuggling into my chest.

I moved the covers over us and wrapped my arms around him as he sighed out happily, nuzzling his nose into my shirt. I couldn't help but smile.

"Better?" I rubbed gentle circles into his back and kissed the top of his head. He nodded, humming out as he smiled. "Much better."

I sighed out slowly, just letting him relax and have his little spoon time. I guess it wasn't too bad being the big spoon. It was kinda nice.

"Thanks." I barely heard his muffled voice as he relaxed against me and chuckled, nodding and cuddling him closer to me. "You're welcome.

I just closed my eyes, taking the opportunity to at least get some sleep in. It really wasn't too bad at all.

Jason's POV

"Yeah, I don't like it." I shrugged my shoulders and moved away from Tim, looking up at him.

He startled a little, his eyes opening having been almost asleep and he looked at me confused. Like a deer caught in headlights. "Wha-"

"I don't like it. Being the little spoon feels weird." I shrugged at him then went still, watching his eyes scrunch up and his lip curl into a sneer. "WhAt?"

"After all of that, your whole childish act-" He took a deep breath, rubbing his face slowly before holding his hand up to stop me as I started to talk.

"Why you fu*king-"