KISSAPHOBIC » JASON TODD

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  " your mouth is a hurricane, something sweet before the pain "
                

                              
                                     
                         
    TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD, Theo McClain was nothing short of a polite, quiet man and the sole heir to millions.
The 'Wayne' boys knew differently.

They had faced the other end of Theo's sharp tongue and wit, duelled with the man who fought with such rage and determination that even Damien was impressed. Of course — that was all behind closed doors.

For the sake of their appearance, each son, like Theo, kept up the act in hopes to not disgrace the Wayne name.

Theo was different. No, he didn't know the double lives the boys had as cape crusaders, but he was still different. He was an élite who didn't mind the package deal that came with the friendship of Dick Grayson - aka ; three troublesome little brothers.

An élite who was currently stuffing a cheeseburger into his mouth while sitting on the sofa in the library reading 'Three Dark Crowns'.

Dick sat on the other end, his nose buried in the Lemony Snicket series. Damien was reading the same series while sitting on the other sofa with Tim, the two had managed stopped their bickering for the time being.

Jason had been sitting on the balcony railing, one headphone in, clearly enraptured by the show he was watching. He looked up briefly and frowned in disgust.

"Seriously McClain?" He called. Theo looked up and stared as he started to eat large mouthfuls slowly, with his middle finger raised.

Damien rolled his eyes. "Charming, Theo." Theo quickly swallowed and set aside his food, fully engrossed in the book now - and mainly to get away from the glares of Jason and Damien.
Theo decide to 'innocently' further Damien's annoyance.

"How's Collin, Damien?" He asked. Dick nudged him with his foot, almost warning him. "Non of your concern." Damien snipped, his brow furrowed and the corner of his lips twitched much like Bruce's.

Theo chuckled and soon stood up, wiping away any crumbs of his jeans, and bookmarked his page.

"I gonna go get another drink, any of you losers want one?" Dick grumbled and Tim raised his hand.
Damien raised a brow. "Why don't you just get Pennyworth to bring you one?"

Theo sighed, his hands on his hips as he faced the youngest. "Because I want to get it myself. Can't keep relying on Pennyworth. Like how Batman stopped relying on Robin."

Jason sniggered and the other three boys looked at each other with a knowing look as Theo left the room.

Jason had snuck up behind Theo and grabbed the boy by his waist. Theo let out a loud screech and turned, he swung and hit Jason in the jaw.
Jason groaned and held his jaw and cling to the kitchen counter.

"Fucking hell Jason," Theo chuckled. "Maybe don't sneak up behind me?" Jason just rolled his eyes, he was used to Theo's sarcasm and dry humor by now.

"Make me a milkshake." Jason said. He didn't ask, neither did he demand Theo do what he said.

"Sorry mr. daddy-issues, but no." Jason scoffed as he looked at Theo with disgust.

"'Mr. Daddy-issues'?" Jason mocked. "I do not have daddy issues." Theo raised a brow, clearly not buying into Jason's words.
 
  Jason just raised a brow back, there was no way he'd ever admit any issue to Theo McClain. Denial was way better if it got Theo a little annoyed.

"Sure you don't JJ, because that's so not the reason you barely talk to Bruce."  Jason shook his head and leaned against the counter, as he watched Theo grab the lemonade from the fridge.

"Deny it all you want," Jason huffed. He was starting to get sick of Theo's mouth moving.
"Your mad at Bruce for whatever reason." Theo continued but Jason found himself blocking it out as he was overcome by the desire to shut Theo up.

He strode over, letting Theo to take notice of his actions for a brief second as he cupped the mans face. He pressed his lips against Theo's desperately and the two found themselves falling back a step or two.

It didn't take long before Theo finally reacted. His hands in Jason's hair, lips pulling back for a second before they were back on Jason's again, and again, and again.

Jason pressed him up against the counter, mouth moving down Theo's jawline. Theo's hand now clawing his shoulders and both of them are unsure if they want it to end.

            

  "Theo!" Dick yells from upstairs.