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Tim hadn’t planned on joining the team party this year.
All he wanted to do was to stay in at his penthouse, get shit-faced by himself and enjoy the peaceful and celebration. But no; Conner, with the help of Bart and Cassie, by the way, the conniving hellions that they were- forced persuaded him into coming- it didn’t help that they even invited Bernard of all people. (How’d they even get his contact ? Fuck, they probably got his phone while he wasn’t looking)
So now here he was at Titans’ Tower, begrudgingly- wearing a Christmas ugly sweater (only because Ma Kent gave it, he could never say no to her) and jogging pants, at the kitchen island that separated it from the living room, nursing a red solo cup with spiked punch. Fortunately for him, people had been avoiding him so far throughout the night.
Then again, that must be because of the fact that he’s wearing a headband with a mistletoe, and walked out of the elevator quite literally yelling “ If any of you come even a single fucking meter close you’ll have no fucking choice but to kiss me! ” The general reaction was hollering (from his friends) and spit-takes (from Dick). But all in all, they probably got the idea.
As he looked over the living room, the senior Titans members were catching up on one side of the room; others, mainly Jaime and Bart, were playing ping-pong ball shots on one of the tables; and of course, Conner and Bernard had hit it off on one of the corners of the room.
Absentmindedly, Tim’s grip on the cup had marginally tightened, eyebrow twitching- when did Kon-El get so friendly with Ber? The former was attentively listening to the latter ramble enthusiastically about something.
“Careful there, bud, what’d the poor little cup to do you?” Cassie jokes, sliding in, next to Tim unbothered. Instead of loosening his grip, he chugs the whole contents of the cup in one go. “None of your business.”
“ Woahhh ! Something’s having you looking miserable as fuck.” Cassie laughs as she pours herself a drink. “Want some more?”
“Pass.” Tim throws away the cup, going to the kitchen table to get some of the brownies Donna brought with her (God bless her). He comes back with a plateful of them. “And stop bothering me. See the headband?”
“Yeah yeah, birdie- I don’t really care,” Cassie starts, “I do, however, care about the fact that you’ve been slumping since you came here but have been staring at a particular spot the whole night.” She nods over to the two guys he’s been eyeballing ever since they came in together.
Tim blinks. Once. Twice. A slight blush forms on his cheeks. Was he really that obvious?
“Well when you’re all alone and do fucking nothing but stare- yes, Robin, you’re that obvious.”
He didn’t mean to say that thought out loud. Tim grumbles, slouching over the counter with his hands over his head. Tonight was really just not going well for him. “Dammit,” he says, “not my fault that I think they look good tonight.”
And it’s true- Kon is wearing his own ugly sweater (all of core four YJ had their own), but over it was his signature black leather-studded jacket, withe some tight jeans and boots. Bernard, meanwhile, had came with a green button-down under a cream-knitted sweater with casual brown pants. Okay, sure- that’s just how they usually dress, but still .
Although he likes what he sees, he also doesn’t . Because instead of talking to him Bernard is talking to Kon, and instead of mingling with the others or stick to his side like he usually does Conner is talking to Bernard and he’s. A Mess. To be frank. And how in the world did they get so close so quickly? He introduced Ber to the team like, a few days ago!
(Unbeknownst to him, the two have been sharing their own anecdotes about said brooding person, reveling in their mutual feelings for Tim. They hit it off quite quickly, surprisingly.)
“Why not just go over there and talk to them, Bat junior?” Cassie bumps her shoulder with his. “Or I’ll call them over for you~”
Tim shoots up like a rod and glares at his friend. She better fucking not. “Don’t you fucking dare, Cass.”
“Or what, Tim?” Cass leans in, smug smirk on her lips cause she knows she’s won, pressing the right buttons to rile him up. She folds her arms, looking down at him slightly as she’s slightly taller than him (Damn his lacking growth spurt, even Bart is taller than him now). They get into this staring contest, lasting a few moments, until Tim looks away. A new drink finds its way into his hand.
“You know what? Fuck it,” Tim downs the whole full drink in his hand in a strike of boldness. He passes the cup to Cassie who hollers and says ‘Go get some, Rob!’ as he marches his way to the duo.
His heart stammers loudly in his chest, whipping away the wetness on his lips. In an attempt to look casual, he slows down his gait to his usual walk. Why was he nervous? He didn’t know exactly. They were his crushes his best friends, he’d been in the same room with both of them before, more than once, twice, thrice . So why was he too flustered to approach them at all?
Before he can say anything as he reaches them both, Bernard spots him and reaches to pull him closer by the shoulder.
“There’s our Tim. How’s the brooding?” The sudden inclusion catches him off-guard.
“I- uhm- shut up,” he grumbles, previous pink dusting his cheeks now a dark red as he crosses his arms.
“By the way, does the mistletoe thing still count?” Kon suddenly says, arm leaning on the wall adjacent to them. Grinning with a mischievous look in his eyes. Tim gulps.
“...Yes?”
“Guess we both have to do it for you.”
It all happened too quickly, for Tim’s liking. The next thing he knows, Bernard’s pressing a kiss on his left cheek, and Kon leans in, close enough to his lips but steers to his right cheek last minute.
(He’s chuckling, the bastard . He has the gall to chuckle while he teases Tim for a kiss, that fucking -)
He thinks his brain just got fried.
“Did you both just-”
“For a detective, you sure can be so oblivious sometimes,” Kon pulls him in by the waist. There’s a fondness in his voice as he spoke. Bernard, meanwhile, hugs him from behind, nuzzling his neck. The touch has him getting gooseflesh, not used to this form of intimacy but very welcoming about it.
“Are you okay with this, Tim?” Bernard asks. Tim shivers at the heat of his breath; the timbre of his voice.
“Yeah, I am.” In fact, it’s more than okay.
“So do you get it now? How much we both like you?” Kon cups his face gently, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.
“Mhmm.” Tim must think it’s the buzz of the alcohol, with the way he’s beccome so weak at the knees. “Kiss me? On the lips, this time.”
Bernard and Kon laugh at the no-filter bluntness. That one’s absolutely all him, no drinks.
“Alright,” Kon says, “but I think someone else should give you that first kiss.” He turns Tim around to face Bernard. Taking off, the mistletoe headband, he raises it above both their heads.
“What are you waiting for?”
Instead of waiting for Bernard to take the first move, Tim does it- eagerly pulling on the front of his shirt to kiss him deep. The other man holds him by the back of his neck, other hand on his waist.
The mood is ruined by Gar and Cyborg breaking into song at the karaoke, as the others cheer. The spell of the kiss is broken.
“Wanna take this somewhere else?” Tim says, grabbing both Kon and Ber’s hands in his.
“Let’s go to my room.”