Broken!Verse Book II [JayTim]

❌ #26| Leather Love

Summary: Summary: As promised, Jay and Tim go to a sex shop to pick out something to try to cater more to Jay's interests. They come home with more than they bargained for, but they definitely aren't losing sight of exactly what their plans are for the evening. [3,054 words]

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When Tim got home from work the next day, he frowned as Jason kissed him. He was still wearing pyjama pants, which wasn’t usual for him, and his eyes looked tired. Perhaps they should put off their plans for a day?

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” Jason immediately asked.

“Nothing. You just look...tired. Did you take your meds? Did you eat anything? We can put off our little sex shop excursion for a bit.”

Jason sighed and rubbed a thumb sweetly over his cheek, cupping his face. “I’m fine honey. I was just about to get dressed.”

Tim’s frown only deepened at what he wasn’t saying.

Jason rolled his eyes. “I took my meds and I had leftover lasagne for lunch. I’m fine. Just a little achey today.”

Tim grabbed his free hand, intertwining their fingers and bringing them up to press a kiss to the back of Jason’s hand. “We can always go another day.”

Jason smiled softly and stepped closer, letting their bodies brush up against each other and leaning his forehead against Tim’s. “And what if I want to see you all dressed up for me, hmm? What if having hot, kinky sex with you is exactly the distraction I need?”

Tim smiled a little, but he looked into Jason’s eyes for a long moment, judging his words, before he finally conceded.

“Okay.” He arched to give him a peck on the lips. “Go get dressed, and I’ll make you some tea.”

Jason kissed him again. “Can’t say no to that.”

They finally released each other, and Jason went to the bedroom to get dressed, while Tim went to the kitchen to dig out a travel mug and the rose hip tea.

It wasn’t long before they met each other at the door and Tim handed Jason his cup with a kiss. “Do you want to take the car instead of walking, then?”

“Nah, it’s my hands. Warm mug is already helping. Let’s go.”

Tim gave him another measuring look, but didn’t argue, trusting Jason not to directly lie to him.

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When they got to the local sex shop, conveniently only ten blocks away, they were both immediately asked for ID by the greeter, which almost made Tim laugh. They were so earnest and polite, though, that Tim didn’t have the heart to do anything but give the same energy back. It was probably just policy to ID anyone who didn’t look, like, obviously over fifty.

The greeter asked if they could help Tim and Jason find anything, and they politely refused, and headed off toward the costume section on their own.

They, surprisingly, hadn’t actually been to the shop before, as so far they had just ordered things online, but there wasn’t much of a complicated layout to the place and the costume section was easily spotted.

While Jason started looking through the different types of catsuits, Tim started wandering around looking at random accessories (very unhelpfully, considering he was the one who would be wearing the suit). 

He sidled up to Jason. "You want me to buy the cat ears to go with the suit?" He teased, waving a pair of cute, fuzzy black cat ears in front of Jason.

Jason laughed. "Not really the type of kink I was going for."

"What, you don't think I can pull off sexy kitty like Selina?"

Jason just laughed harder. "Oh god, I'm never becoming Bruce, put those back."

Tim laughed too. "I'm totally buying the cat ears."

"You're a menace. What do you think about this one? Double zipper."

"Looks great to me. Do these things go by standard sizing or what? Is there a chart somewhere?"

"Uhh." Jason looked around the rack.

As if summoned, an employee materialised. "Do you need help with something?"

This time, they gratefully accepted.

They wandered around after that, looking through just about everything the store had to offer. Plenty of things piqued their interest, but Tim noticed in particular Jason's eyes continually straying back toward the collars.

"You know, if you wanna get me a collar, I'm definitely not opposed," Tim finally said. "I'm pretty ambivalent on my own, but if you're into it, that automatically makes it sexy to me."

"...No." Jason said, tearing his eyes away from the display again to look at Tim.

"You sure? Because you keep looking at them."

"No, I...for myself," Jason said haltingly.

"Oh." A fair amount of interest seeped into Tim's tone.

Jason absently ran his fingers back through Tim's hair. "I know how much you love being owned, obviously, and I love the fact that I have so much claim on you — it’s nice to get to satisfy my possessiveness — but I also love the fact that you own me too. I love when you get protective over me and it shows how much I'm yours. Because me owning you means you owning me right back. And I just. I like to be reminded. And it just...seems...appealing to be physically marked as yours."

"Oh, we should definitely get one." Tim's voice was soft as he leaned his head against Jason's shoulder and squeezed his arm. "You're so sweet. You deserve anything to remind you how much I love you and have made you mine."

Jason smiled and stroked a hand over his cheek before dropping it, and starting to pull him toward the collars.

He took his time deliberating, but he eventually decided on a rather simple one, just a thick plain black band of soft leather that wouldn't chafe, with a silver buckle on it and a silver nameplate, which he would have to get engraved at a later date.

Altogether, Tim and Jason spent a lot more time than they'd anticipated in the shop, and ended up leaving with quite a few more items than they'd originally intended, but they couldn't say they were sorry about it.

They'd definitely be coming back if they ever needed anything else — the shop was well-stocked, and the staff had been friendly and professional. Although, as they'd left, Jason had heard a hushed exchange between the other cashier at the counter and the one who had cashed them out. 

"Was that…?" The other cashier had hissed.

"Yep." 

"Oh my. I guess wild sexual exploits run in the family." 

"Shh! He's allowed to have fun with his boyfriend. And we've totally seen way wilder." 

"I didn't say he wasn't!"

So at least a couple people (of the public) in Gotham now knew that Tim Drake-Wayne was not exactly just the straight-laced businessman he was made out to be, but Jason was pretty sure sex shop employees were paid to be discreet.

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