Broken!Verse Book II [JayTim]

❌ #15| Possessive

Summary: Jay is possessive of the few things in life that are his. Tim is absolutely one of those things. [2,281 words]

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A short preview:
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"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy if you wear that, I'm gonna have to chase off the boys with a goddamn bat."

Tim raised an eyebrow and smoothed down the black skirt he was wearing. "Maybe I want you to."

Jason came up behind him and kissed behind his ear, trailing a hand up his thigh, dragging his skirt up. "You're a little tease, you know that? These legs are a weapon out on show like this."

Tim laughed and tilted his head back to catch his lips, his hand coming up to cup the back of Jason's head, pulling him harder against him.

"Too bad," he said, when they finally pulled away. "I'm wearing it out."

Jason grinned. "You're gonna break some hearts, baby." And maybe cause Jason to have to break a few faces.

"That's not my problem."

Jason gave him another quick kiss and then pulled away.

"Alright, baby."

True to Jason's prediction, there were a fair few lingering, appreciative eyes on Tim when they got to the bar, and it was possible that Jason couldn't help keeping a possessive hand on him as they sat on their barstools and talked and shared a basket of fries and drank through their first two rounds of drinks. Jason didn't miss how the stares on Tim didn't let up, and his hand roved over Tim's body, moving from his waist to his shoulder to his thigh — it didn't matter where, he just had to be touching him, sending the message that Tim was his.

"Get me another round, baby, I'll be right back," he said, patting his thigh. He was reluctant to leave Tim in a bar full of strangers who'd been looking him over with what were surely not pure thoughts all night, but Jason really had to piss and Tim could hold his own if anyone tried anything. Plus, he'd made it very obvious that Tim was taken.

He couldn't have been gone more than five minutes total, but when he headed back toward the front, it was to see a man with his hand on the bar in front of Tim, leaning over him far enough that Tim was leaned back slightly on his stool.

Tim looked annoyed and a little bored, and Jason heard him curtly say, "Not interested." as he approached.

"Aw, don't be like that, sweetheart," the man said[...]