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“Stop the car!”
The yells were simultaneous, loud and completely unexpected. Tim jumps out of his skin when it happens, the book he had been reading almost goes flying. Cassie, who was currently driving, jerks the car to a sudden halt in an emergency stop.
Everyone in the car lurches as the vehicle comes to a stop, thankfully there was no one behind them which could have ended badly. They’ve gone all of this time without a crash, it really would have been a shame if one was to happen now.
In the car, with her hands clenched on the steering wheel Cassie looks wildly around at the other passengers. “Okay, what the fuck guys? Why did I have to stop, we’re in the middle of nowhere at the moment.”
“But we’re not!” The same two voices exclaim.
It was as if they were a double act, as well as speaking at the same time they both scramble to unbuckle their seat belts and shoot out of the car without any explanation.
From the driver’s seat, Cassie shoots Tim a baffled look over her shoulder which Tim could replicate. He had no idea what Bart and Conner were up to. Tim shrugs, he puts his book down and starts to unbuckle his seatbelt while saying, “No idea Cass, but let’s go and have a look.”
Tim climbs out the car and momentarily looks around for the two others. There wasn’t a lot surrounding them at the moment, just the empty country side and a long abandoned road. They’ve been travelling for a couple days now, the four of them heading towards San Francisco after leaving Kent Farm in Kansas. From what Tim could guess they’ve still got another five hours or so to go before they get to the city but they’ve almost done it. They’ve almost travelled right across America. It’s bizarre to really think about if Tim’s being honest.
He finds Bart and Kon over by a road sign. The two of them jumping up and down, hands waving around wildly. The two of them stand next to each and take a couple of selfies, making funny faces into the camera and pointing up at the road sign behind them.
Once Tim gets to them he looks up at the sign and then understands their excitement. It was a sign saying how far San Francisco was. It’s a mile stone, after all the whole road trip started because the two of them wanted to get to the city, it was their overall destination and they’ve almost made it.
Smiling Tim holds his hand out to Bart, “Give it here and let me get a photo of you two.”
Bart hands it over to him and goes to stand by Conner, they wrap an arm around one another’s shoulders and beam at Tim. He takes a few pictures, snickering once he sees two of Bart’s fingers appear behind Kon’s head.
He hands the phone back and Cassie stands next to him watching as their partners excitedly babble to each other. After a moment Bart looks at them and in a flash has the two of them wrapped up in a hug. “We need a group photo!” Tim winces at Bart’s statement when it’s shouted right into his ear.
Kon comes up to them and takes the phone, holding it in one stretched out arm aimed at them with the sign in the back ground, he grins at them, “Say cheese!”
The group mumbles an awkward ‘cheese’ before the man takes a couple photos. They detangle from one another and study the photos together.
“I look awful,” Cassie states looking disgusted, “Why didn’t you guys tell me that?”
“You think you look bad? What is my eye doing? It looks like it’s in mid twitch or something.” Conner comments back, pouting slightly.
Tim rolls his eyes, while he doesn’t look great, it’s not like any of them are modelling material at that moment. “We all look awful, there that settles it,” he deadpans, “Guys you look fine, who cares anyway, we’re having fun and that what matters.”
Cassie gives him a long look before shrugging in agreement, Bart grins at him and Kon simply raises an eyebrow in question with a smirk.
“Okay fine whatever. Now let’s get going, we should be there before nightfall at this point.” Cassie says before walking over to the car, Tim follows on her heels with the two others behind him. The four of them settle down in the car with the same arrangements as before and they set off towards the city once again.
It takes around four and a half hours to get to the city. It was busy as ever and finding their hotel was a nightmare, but with no more than a few disagreements they make it without dying or murdering one another. They grab two rooms which happen to be opposite each other and as couples they say goodnight, all of them being too tired to explore the San Francisco’s nightlife that night.
Tim uses the bathroom first, he showers, shaves does his business and cleans his teeth, when he’s does he wonders out of the room to find Kon sprawled out on his stomach on the mattress. He pauses and looks at his boyfriend, slightly concerned as the man happened to be still wearing his shoes and seemed to be passed out.
“Kon?”
There was a pause before Tim could hear a sound being made.
“Mmmphhh…”
So Kon wasn’t dead or asleep, good to know. He shoves his dirty clothes in a bag before climbing onto the bed by Kon, “You can use the bathroom now, I’m done.”
The lump that’s full of blood and organs on the bed doesn’t move so Tim pokes him in the side.
“Conner, go and wash up, get ready for bed.”
Still nothing. That’s when Tim decides to jab him under the armpit, knowing the other was ticklish there. Sure enough Kon immediately spasms and moves on the bed.
“Hey!”
“Well if you moved when I said I wouldn’t have done it!”
Kon adorably pouts and glares at him, Tim simply raises his eyebrows expectantly. When Kon still doesn’t get off the bed Tim climbs over him and starts recklessly tickling him, aiming for his ribs, armpits and neck. Kon spasms underneath him and tries to fight him off with laughter erupting from his mouth. Tim grins and doesn’t stop though he knows he’s made a mistake when Kon gets the advantage and flips them over so he’s on top.
Kon leans down close to him, his breath ghosting over his skin, “You play a dangerous game…”
Tim begins to get ready to buck Kon off him but his boyfriend surprises him when all he does is press a kiss to his lips and gets off the bed to go to the bathroom. Tim lies there in a confused daze for a moment before getting over it and climbs under the covers with his phone in his hand to settle for the night.
Kon comes out of the bathroom sometime later in just his boxers, Tim watches him over the top of his phone at he walks around the room, watching the way his muscles move and the way his tanned skin reflects the room’s artificial light. Kon glances over his shoulder and catches Tim staring, his boyfriend gives him a knowing grin and bounces his eyebrows, “Like what you see?”
Tim snorts and puts down his phone, “Maybe…”
Kon’s smile turns into something more real and starts towards the bed, before he could get there though Tim points at the light, “Light.”
Kon pauses and rolls his eyes but obediently goes and turns the lights off. Seconds later Tim feels the bed dip beside him and feels Kon press behind him, they take their usual positions as big spoon and little spoon.
Tim snuggles back into Kon, simply enjoying the others arms around him and as his boyfriend presses light kisses to his temple and jaw.
“Night Kon.”
“Mmmm, night Tim.”
There was something wrong. He couldn’t breathe, his chest felt tight, his heart was pounding and his body was tingling to the point it was almost numb.
The first real feeling to break that numbness was a sharp stinging sensation that runs down his back, he lets out a scream as he feels his skin splitting open and blood starting to drip down. The next was on his wrists, a raw burning sensation developed around them from where they’ve been rubbed raw by ropes wrapped around each one. A burning sensation started to develop and spread across his lower back, causing his body to spasm and try to jerk away from it. Severe pain causing him to cry out because that’s all he really could do.
This was wrong. These feelings, memories, were wrong. But Tim couldn’t work out why, he couldn’t concentrate enough to think clearly as all he could focus on was the tightness in his chest which stopped him from being able to breathe. It hurts.
“TIM!”
Then just like that everything snaps into place. His eyes shoot open and he gasps, taking in a deep breath before letting it out. He does it a couple of times and each time he feels his chest get lighter and light, the tightness that had been there was slowly easing up allowing him to breathe freely once again.
The sensations on his back begin to fade away, simply leaving his lower back tingling but no longer in pain. His wrists no longer feel like they’re on fire from where they had been rubbed red raw.
Once he’s calmed down where his breathing was back to a somewhat normal pace and his heart no longer pounding out of his chest, he’s able to take in his surroundings and what was going on. The room he was in was bathed in a soft light, he was sat on the floor with his back against the bed with the covers tangles around his legs and feet and he felt sweaty.
“Tim?”
Kon.
Of course Conner was there, crouched right in front of him no more than a foot away with a concerned look on his face. His arm was stretched out between them, as if he was about to touch Tim but obviously hesitant about it. Taking another breath he reaches out instead, grabbing hold of his hand and threading their fingers together. The press of Kon’s palm against him helped to ground him, makes him feel more real and with it.
“You with me now?” Kon asks softly.
Tim swallows the lump that’s formed in throat and jerkily nods, he leans against the bed behind and takes a moment to gather his thoughts.
“What happened?” His voice crackly as he spoke, his throat having gone dry and sore during the night.
Still holding his hand, Kon comes forward and sits down bedside him. “You had a nightmare.”
Well no shit… Of course Tim knew that, it was hard to not know that, especially with the way he was feeling. He doesn’t remember exactly what the nightmare was about, just a burning sensation along his back and wrists but he couldn’t give details. It wouldn’t be too hard to guess what it was about though.
Tim glances at Kon, silently gesturing for him to continue.
“Well, we were um, we were just sleeping and then you started to fidget. I woke up from you moving about, of course I didn’t think anything of it, until you suddenly started whimpering and saying ‘please don’t’.” Kon says looking down at their joined hands. He then looks up at Tim with a mixture of a serious and concerned look. “Then you started to scream. Like you were in absolute agony. It was horrible, I was so startled by it I didn’t know what to do. I did try and calm you down but when I touched you, you jerked away and fell on the floor with the covers. Moments later you woke up.”
Hearing that Tim felt guilty. He didn’t mean to scare Kon like that, he knows it was out of his power but he still felt awful about it. He squeezes his boyfriend’s hand, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
Kon scoffs, “Don’t be ridiculous, you couldn’t help it, it wasn’t your fault. You okay though? Want to go back to bed?”
Tim swallows again and looks around the room for a clock but doesn’t find one. “What time is it?”
His partner also looks around for a clock but gets his phone instead, “It’s just gone three in the morning.”
If Tim was being honest he didn’t want to go back to bed, he didn’t want to relive those memories and nightmares, but Kon looked tired. Through the concern and worry Tim could tell his boyfriend was knackered and being woken up by screaming certainly hasn’t helped.
In the end he nods and gets to his feet. Together they remake the bed and climb into it before settling. Kon lies on his back while Tim curls into his side. Kon wraps an arm around him, “Wanna talk about it?”
Tim appreciates the sentiment of the question but he didn’t want to. “No, it’s okay thanks. I’ll be fine. Night.”
“If you’re sure. You know I'm here if you need me. Night.”
The next morning the four of them all gather down in reception and decide what they’re going to do for the day. Since they’ll be staying in the city for just under a week they decide to do sightseeing. Kon and Bart both expressed in visiting as many food places as they can, Cassie’s expressed going shopping and Tim’s contributed saying he wants to get photos.
That morning they decide to go to a local café for breakfast and then go and visit some touristy shops before lunch. The café wasn’t busy when they entered which none of them minded, especially when they easily found a booth near the back of the place.
They’re all quiet as they decide what to have to eat, glancing over the laminated menu trying to find what sounded the most appetizing. Bart’s the first one to decide, he states it loud and clear and Tim just looks at him wondering where on earth he got all of his energy from. Cassie was next, unlike her partner she states it rather quietly and Tim’s glad he’s not the only one who wasn’t really with it that morning. Once Tim and Kon have decided they get ready to order.
“So who’s paying again? I can’t even remember.” Cassie says burying her face in her hands. “It’s too early to be thinking.”
Tim snorts, silently agreeing with the statement. After his nightmare last night he didn’t really fall back to sleep. He ended up dosing but at the first thought of his memories he would snap fully awake again. So overall he didn’t really sleep last night.
“I believe it’s Kon’s turn.” Bart says looking at said person opposite him.
Kon blinks at him and then at the others as if his mind is catching up with recent events. “Uh yeah, sure…” he removes his arm from where it was over Tim’s shoulders and pats his pockets until he finds his wallet. “What’s everyone having?”
They all relay him their orders and he goes off to the counter to get them their food. Once he’s away Tim turns to Cassie and Bart when his friend speaks up, “Dude, you okay? You look really tired, like I mean more tired than normal.”
Tim glances at Bart before looking away with a shrug, “I’m okay, just tired.”
“Tim, you look really pale, you’re not ill are you?” Cassie asks sounding concerned.
Tim shakes his head and lets out a sigh, “I’m fine Cassie, I just had a nightmare last night and didn’t sleep very well. That’s all.” He didn’t mean to quite snap at her, he does appreciate the concern, but he wasn’t in the mood for any mother-henning.
Kon comes back and slings his arm back round Tim as soon as he sits down, it took all of Tim’s willpower to stop himself from shoving the appendage off him. It wasn’t Kon’s fault he was in a slight mood and was irritable, but he has a feeling today will be a bad day.
As the day goes on his mood only worsens. He doesn’t know what’s brought on his dark mood but he can say that his friends, especially Kon’s, concern and meaningful mother-henning was not helping matters. The constant questions of ‘Are you okay’ or ‘How are you feeling’ and ‘Do you want to talk about it’ are really getting on his nerves. He’s biting his tongue to keep himself from lashing out at the others but his patience is getting low.
His mood did lighten for a brief moment when they were in a tourist shop. Tim found some wonderful framed images of scenery around the city, beautiful quality images that he really was considering buying. As he was browsing the pictures, one of the shops employee’s came over and started to talk to him about them.
Tim found himself engaging with the young man who seemed to know a lot about those photos, he even cracked a smile for the first time that day talking to the stranger. It was nice to talk to someone who seemed to share an interest in photography and Tim found himself enjoying their chat. That was until Kon came over.
Tim wasn’t sure how long he had spent talking to the young man named Karl, but when Kon came over Tim instantly felt his mood sour. He loved his boyfriend, he did, but he wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with him in that moment. It seemed like Kon was on an over-protective streak that day because he came up and wrapped Tim in a hug and glanced at the frame Tim had in his hand.
“Wow babe nice picture there. You buying it?”
“Was thinking about it, yeah.” Tim mutters, not knowing what Kon was up to.
Kon glances at him before looking at Karl who was now watching him wearily, “Hi, sorry to intrude like that, we were just wondering what was taking him so long.” Tim frowns at hearing the false apologetic tone in his boyfriend’s voice. What was Kon up to? What was with his behaviour?
Tim grits his teeth, “I’m fine.”
Kon gives him a squeeze before letting him go, “I know you are, we just wondered where you had gotten too.”
He takes a deep breath before letting out. He could feel his annoyance rising but he wasn’t going to let it get the best of him. He looks at the frame in his hands before looking at Karl. He holds it up smiling slightly, “I’ll take this one. It’s been great chatting to you, thank you.”
Karl looks a little put off, “It’s uh, it’s no problem, enjoy the rest of your stay in the city.”
They part ways and Tim goes to buy the picture, once it’s wrapped and bagged up he goes and meets the others outside. Tim doesn’t feel any better however, he still felt low and moody and found it hard to engage with the rest of the group in their light chatter. What was going on with him?
The next incident of when Tim really had to try and keep his cool was at lunch. The four of them stop by another café and decide to grab a drink and a snack before they continue walking around the city. As the waitress arrives to take their order his phone starts to ring inside his pocket. Taking it out he looks at the caller ID to find that it’s Dick, “excuse me,” he says standing up and heads outside where he could have a private chat with his eldest brother.
When he comes back there was food on the table and most of the others were gone. They shoot him concerned looks as he sits down.
Kon looks him over, “You alright? You were out there for a long time.” He places a sandwich, packet of crisps and a bottle of water in front of him. “We didn’t know what you wanted so we played it safe.”
“That’s great thanks.” Tim mutters reaching for the sandwich.
He knows that he was out on the phone for a long time. Not having spoken to Dick for a few weeks Tim wanted to catch up and with the nightmare still playing on his mind he talked to Dick about it, seeing what his eldest sibling had to say. Despite how good it was to talk to his brother it didn’t do anything to lighten Tim’s mood. He still felt down and irritable.
A nudge to his elbow gets his attention. “What?” He snaps without meaning too. At the look on Kon’s face, who had nudged him, he quickly mutters an apology and continues to eat his food.
“Who were you talking to?”
Kon’s prying was getting on Tim’s nerves, just as his hovering and mother-henning was. And why did he have to know? It was Tim’s business not his, just cause they were dating doesn’t mean Tim has to tell him everything now.
“It was just my brother. That’s all.” He mutters, knowing Kon wouldn’t give it up until he knew.
“Oh okay.”
And just because he couldn’t help himself he glares at Kon, “Is that alright with you? That I spoke to my brother?”
Kon frowns at him and Tim could tell that he was getting defensive as well as angry. “What’s that supposed to mean? I was just being curious.”
“It’s my business, that’s what. You don’t need to poke your nose into everything.”
Now Kon was looking angry, “I don’t poke my nose into everything. I’m just concerned alright. Sorry that I care for you.”
“Well there are other ways of caring than being a constant pest.”
Tim winces, he shouldn’t have said that.
“Pest. Pest? Is that what am to you? Is that you really think of me?”
Tim opens his mouth to apologise, though there’s probably no point now, but he’s cut off when Cassie slams her hands on the table and grabs their attention. “GUYS that’s enough!” After several beats of silence she stands up and grabs her jacket. “We’re leaving.”
That’s when Tim notices everyone in the café was looking at them. He winces again, they had been nearly shouting hadn’t they? He blushes and quickly gathers up his things and makes his way after Cassie, Bart and Conner were right behind him.
The four of them then walk around in an awkward silence. It’s a good 15 minutes before Bart breaks it up by asking a random question to make conversation. Tim appreciates the attempt, he feels bad for being one of the reasons why it’s awkward but his sour and irritable mood stops him from being fully ashamed. As the three others engage in conversation Tim stays quiet and walks behind them at his own pace.
An hour later, when the group is walking through a mall, they’re abruptly stopped by a couple of teenage girls screaming, “ITS TIMOTHY DRAKE OH MY GOD” at the top of their lungs. Tim turns to the sound, a blush making its way onto his cheeks and sees the two of them rushing towards him. He stumbles back a few steps as they stop directly in front of him.
They’re young, and they should probably be in school, but their beaming up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world with their phones clutched in their hands. Despite his bad mood, Tim is in fact use to this and is able to plaster his Timothy Drake-Wayne smile on his face for the girls. His posture changes as he becomes his celebrity persona.
“Mr Drake sorry to disturb you but can we get a picture?” One of the girls ask.
He smiles warmly and nods, “It’s not a problem and of course.”
They let out a squeal and get ready to move next to him in order to take a selfie. That’s when Cassie steps nearby and holds her hand out, “Why don’t I take the picture for you.”
The girls hesitate for a moment before accepting and gives Cassie their phones. They instantly plaster themselves against him, one at each side and Tim wraps his arms around each of the girls shoulder but is careful not to actually touch them in anyway. They take a photo on each of the girls phones before they request one selfie. Tim takes a deep breath to control his emotions but agrees.
“Thank you so much Mr Drake! I can’t believe you’re here!” One of them exclaims.
Tim smiles at them and goes to explain his odd appearance when suddenly Kon is sliding up next to him and was giving the teenagers a hard look. “Okay guys, you’ve had your fun but Mr Drake here has somewhere he needs to be.”
Before Tim could even question him on what the hell he thinks he was doing the girls in front of them visibly deflate but they’re nodding, “Oh yeah, of course. Sorry Mr Drake! Have a nice time!” Then like that they move on. Tim watches them go with a frown, his attention is pulled back to Kon when he feels his boyfriend’s hand pressing lightly on his lower back, gently urging him to move forward.
As they regroup Tim glares at Kon, “What was that for? They were harmless.”
Kon gives him a bland look, “Tim, they were eyeing you up like candy. You know for a fact that they would have stayed because you wouldn’t shoo them away.”
“That’s not the point, they weren’t doing anything harmful, they just wanted pictures. And for the record I am perfectly capable of looking after myself in front of fans and getting away when I need to.”
“What would you have done if we’d just been swarmed by people because there’s a celebrity around? You’re lucky they didn’t really draw any attention to you.”
Tim’s fuming. What the fuck does Kon think he’s talking about? The other man has no right to talk about this life like he knows exactly what it’s like. As he opens his mouth to argue further something clicks inside of Tim’s mind. He stares at Kon with an open mouth.
“You’re jealous.”
Kon looks at him scandalized. “Why would I be jealous of a couple teenaged girls? Think of yourself that high and mighty huh? Just because you’re a hot celebrity that everyone wants you?”
Those words sting Tim. He doesn’t think that all. Not once has he ever thought like that. What’s worse is that Kon knows this, his boyfriend knows of his low self-esteem and insecurities. Anger fuels him, he clenches his fists at his sides and grits his teeth.
“You’re a fucking asshole you know that? Just a fucking dick, you just don’t like it that I’m getting some attention from others or that I’m paying attention to other people that aren’t you. You’ve been acting off all day, being almost possessive, over protective and just being an annoying brat.”
“Wow, tell me how you actually feel huh?”
Tim was shaking by now, feeling a mixture of hurt, anger, sadness and guilt.
Before either of them could move or say anything more, Bart was stepping between them with his hands out, “Okay guys let’s tone it down yeah? Why don’t we split up for a bit? Kon I’ve seen a pizza place outside of the mall down the street on google maps, let’s see if we can find it. We’ll meet you guys back at the hotel this evening.”
Tim glares at Kon as Bart drags him away, the other man glaring right back until Bart turns him around and they disappear in the crowd. Tim feels Cassie come up beside him and grabs his hand, she squeezes his as she pulls him into a hug. Tim goes willingly and buries his face into her shoulder, momentarily feeling overwhelmed with conflicting emotions.
He doesn’t cry though. He refuses to cry. He will not cry over that stubborn jerk who is an asshole.
Cassie hugs him for a long time until he’s the one pulling out of the hug. Keeping a hold of his hand she starts tugging him in the opposite direction that their partners went in, “Come on, let’s go and get some coffee.”
Spending time with Cassie had in fact calmed him down enough to stop shaking but it didn’t make his anger towards Kon lessen or his sour mood lighten. They spoke about the situation of course, Cassie being level headed and explaining that she sees both sides, telling Tim that he only concerned but was accidentally taking it too far.
“Not only that Tim, but we’ve all been together on this trip for months, I’m surprised a fall out hasn’t happened between us sooner.”
Tim only grunts at that, he’s not sure how else to respond to it.
Once they’ve finished off their coffee Cassie drags Tim around town and they visit more little touristy shops together. When evening comes around they head back to their rooms in the hotel. Bart had already messaged Cassie in advanced that he and Kon were there and was getting ready for that night as they were going out and hitting the clubs.
Tim wanted to skip, he really wasn’t up for it and the thought of seeing Kon made his blood boil. His bad mood was still present and that mixed with anger and then alcohol was just a recipe for disaster. Cassie beat him into going though as they headed back to the hotel, threatening him with some kind of blackmail if he didn’t go out. Tim just said yes to shut her up really.
When he entered the hotel room he immediately scanned the room for Kon but when he didn’t find him he turned his attention to the bathroom where he could hear the shower running. That was fine by him, at least it gave him a chance to gather up his clothes for that night before having to face Kon.
Once he finished that he sat on the bed on his phone while he waited for the man to come out, thankfully he only had to wait another 10 minutes. As Kon wondered out, Tim saw form the corner of his eye Kon stumble a few steps, clearly he was surprised to see Tim there. Tim paid him no attention though as he wondered past the man without looking at him and into the bathroom where he got ready for the night.
Later on they walk down to the reception to meet the others in an awkward and tense silence. As they both finished off getting ready back in the room it was horribly tense and quiet, their earlier arguments were hanging in the air and it still felt like something was going to happen, a piece of string just waiting to snap.
Tim hated it. He didn’t want this tension between them but his anger towards his boyfriend wouldn’t let him let it go. Kon was treating him like something of an invalid, unable to look after himself and that just didn’t settle well with him. He couldn’t let it go.
He takes a subtle deep breath once he sees Cassie and Bart waiting for them and lets it out, hopefully tonight wouldn’t be as bad as he thought, he might even actually have a good time! That’s being hopeful of course.
The four of them make their way down town and into a club that feels like it has a good vibe to it. They go inside and was immediately swamped with bodies, blasting music and the mix smell of sweat and alcohol.
It was just as soon as the four of them walk in that they get separated. Tim would normally be a bit anxious over that but after that day’s events he doesn’t mind the separation for a moment. He makes his way over to the bar and patiently waits to be served by one of the stressed out bartenders.
Finally getting a drink he wanders over to the edge of the bar by the wall and leans back to people watch. A variety of men and woman were around, most of them in a drunken state, slurring their words or sloppily grinding up against one another which Tim pretty sure is supposed to be dancing but it certainly doesn’t look like that. A group of girls were taking photos and doing that stupid duck pout as they do so. Some young guys were trying to get it on with some ladies who were clearly not interested but were having a fun time trolling with them instead.
Tim doesn’t move from that spot at the wall for most of the night, he was quite enjoying people watching, seeing some people being successful in hooking up and others not so much.
Even a couple attempts were made on him. Earlier it was a young woman looking for a good time, which Tim politely lets her down, and now it was a young man. Tim decides to engage with him, not feeling at all threatened or worried by his close presence. They get talking and talk random shit and nonsense.
They talk for what feels like hours when the guy offers to buy him a drink. Tim drains what’s left in his glass and nods with a smile. It’s when the stranger was ordering that something from the corner of his eye catches his attention, Tim turns to it and finds Kon on the dancefloor nearby watching him. He had a couple others around him and had a drink in hand but all of his attention was in fact on Tim.
Tim glares at him for a moment before his attention is turned back to the guy he was talking to when a drink appears in front of him. He takes it in his hands and holds it up, “Cheers?” he asks smiling widely, knowing full damn well that Kon was watching. The guy smiles back and clinks his drink with Tim’s and together they take a sip.
Tim glances back at Kon with a smirk, his boyfriend was fuming and aimed his middle finger up at Tim. That only makes him smile wider.
About an hour later the guy he was with eventually gets dragged off by a lady that was either a very drunk sister or an extremely needy girlfriend, Tim couldn’t tell, he doesn’t really care though. Now left alone once again Tim decides to adventure away from his corner and out to the dance floor, he was feeling stiff and could do with moving.
He starts bobbing along with the music as he tries his best to avoid bumping into bodies but with how many there were that wasn’t really possible. People were constantly bashing into him, touching him or even in one case trying to hump him. Tim takes it in stride, he’s in a club, it’s going to happen, things like that are just inevitable.
However he does freeze when he sees a certain someone dancing between a man and a woman. Kon was there happily grinding between the two people, his hands running over the woman’s shoulders and arms where she was stood in front of him and the guy who was behind him had his hands on Kon’s hips and was certainly not hiding what was going on in his pants at that moment.
Now Tim wouldn’t say he’s a jealous person, but in that moment he was livid. For future reference he’s going to blame the alcohol at what happens next.
He storms up to Kon and slaps his arm, getting his attention, “I was taking the piss with that drink but this is completely unwarranted.”
Kon takes a moment to answer him, for a second Tim thinks he was going to be ignored until Kon was speaking up. He gives Tim a glare, “What’s wrong with dancing Tim? You were having a good time so I thought I would too.”
Tim clenches his fists, “This is worse than that and you know it asshole.”
In a spur of a moment move, Tim shoves the guy behind Kon off of his boyfriend and pushes the woman away. He grabs hold of Kon’s arm and drags him out of the club where they could easily talk (shout) without being deafened by music.
They step into an empty alley way in between some clubs, so they’re away from everything and have privacy. As they stop Kon crosses his arms over his chest, “Who’s the jealous one now huh? What the fuck was that Tim?”
Tim turns on his, pointing at him in anger, “You were letting them feel you up, you were feeling her up!”
“It’s called dancing Tim, maybe if you weren’t so stuck up you know what that means.”
Tim could hit him. He really wants to punch Kon in that moment. He doesn’t though. He takes a few steps away and takes a deep, calming breath. He could feel his whole body shaking in a way that wasn’t from the alcohol.
“You’re angry at me for that, but don’t play so innocent Tim.” He turns back to Kon at hearing his boyfriends voice rise. “What about you and that guy, having a good old jolly chat, clinking drinks and talking for hours!”
“Me talking to someone is different than feeling someone else up!”
“I wasn’t feeling them up! They came onto me jackass! You call me jealous but right now you’re the one overreacting!”
“Overreacting? I am not overreacting. I can’t help but feel betrayed when my boyfriend starts touching other people when he doesn’t get the attention he wants!”
“All I wanted, all of today, was to make sure you were okay! I was concerned and now your acting like such a bitch because I was worried.”
“You weren’t letting me breathe! You kept on hovering over me, constantly questioning me on it and lets not even get started on the over protectiveness and even possessiveness! You couldn’t stand letting other people look at me or be even near me! It’s like you’re a weed that won’t go away.”
“Well I’m sorry that I cared about my boyfriend’s wellbeing. You seemed uncomfortable all day, I was just checking up on you! Sometimes you need to look at others around you and stop being an inconsiderate asshole!”
“I don’t need to be babysat.”
“Well apparently you need something! Get some help or whatever because you clearly can’t see who does and doesn’t care about you.”
That makes Tim pause. It makes him breathless, like he’s the one that’s been punched and left winded. That stung. Hearing those words really hurt and he couldn’t help the tears that form in his eyes. Kon knows, he knows god dammit, and he’s just gone and thrown it in his face.
Kon must have realised what he said in his anger because a look of horror and guilt takes over his face. “Tim…”
“Forget it.” Tim snaps. He can’t take it anymore. If that what Kon really feels then he doesn’t need it. He can’t take any more of this. “I’m done,” he states looking at the other man. Tim feels the tears run down his face then and doesn’t do anything to stop them.
“I’m done with this, with you. We’re through.”
Then without any more words Tim turns and walks away, the tears freely flowing down his cheeks.