[ Even if it's not the master bathroom it's still probably got one of those over the top luxury showers that takes up half the room, has no real curtain, and those rainfall style heads built across the whole ceiling. Tim's already naked, hair slicked back as he stands under the water, and yeah okay maybe he looks Bruce up and down before answering. Who wouldn't? ]
[ Such was the nature of excessive wealth. Over the top luxury. But it meant there would be room for Bruce to move around without crowding Tim against the wall of the shower. Even if that might be the idea. He sheds his sweats and boxer briefs after Tim's had his look at him. He slips into the shower when he's ready and takes his time to wet his hair and let the water wash off the sweat.
Then he brushes his fingers along the small of Tim's back. ]
[ It's also something Tim is just as used to as Bruce, easily making himself comfortable in the space as if he's owed it. He doesn't move back to give Bruce room, not that it's needed in one this size. They could have every Robin in here and -- okay it might start getting crowded with every Robin but the point stands. Tim almost reaches out to touch Bruce when Bruce beats him to it, and his spine arches into it on reflex. ]
So you are. Though you needed one anyway, looks like. Training?
[ His fingers linger where Tim's back arches into his touch, and Bruce takes his time to admire his lithe build. Perfect. Always perfect. He wants to lean in and kiss him, but for now he pulls his hand away and reaches around him for the shampoo. ]
Yes. I couldn't sleep.
[ Not while the case he's been working on weighs so heavily on him. He lathers up his hair before rinsing it in the warm water flowing overhead. ]
[ Tim holds back on further chiding about that if only because he is aware it's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black. Damien might be Bruce's flesh and blood, but he and Tim were birds of a feather. Tim reaches back to grab the conditioner, gesturing Bruce to duck down a bit so Tim can easier reach his hair. ]
[ Yes, it would be hypocritical, but Tim still isn't wrong. Bruce hardly slept. Not until exhaustion overtook him. The case had been consuming him. Sleep's been an afterthought.
He ducks at Tim's encouragement and sighs when he feels Tim's fingers in his hair. That's relaxing. ]
[ Tim takes his time with it, letting his fingers work in a scalp massage as he combs the product through Bruce's hair with his hands. ]
Mmm. The occasional benefit of company.
[ He could do it for longer, but it's surely not comfortable for Bruce needing to duck his head down like this for Tim to reach easily. He's just as thorough working his hands through when washing it out too. ]
[ Bruce doesn't mind the bending. He can ignore that dull ache that's setting up in the back of his neck in favor of sliding his hands over Tim's hips and he tells himself it's to keep himself steady while Tim worked the conditioner into his scalp and then rinsing it out. ]
[ Just to keep steady, of course. Any interest showing from that touch is totally coincidental, not at all related to how nicely Bruce's strong hands settle on his hips, like they're made to be there. His own settle at the back of Bruce's neck when he's done rinsing the older man's hair out, not inclined to put space between them again. ]
[ They're still close and Tim doesn't seem to mind it. Which Bruce notes. So he leans into it, brushing his lips against Tim's shoulder and along his neck, murmuring as he ghosts kisses along his skin. ]
[ Bruce just hums while he backs Tim up against the wall of the shower so he can press more open mouth kisses against his neck and hiking his leg up over Bruce's hip. ]
[ Tim is halfway there already, bringing a leg up to grind their hips together as his hands grip Bruce's shoulder's tighter, pulling him closer as he gasps softly at the press of a hot mouth against his neck. ]
[ He can't help but be pleased at Tim's seeming eagerness to continue what they're doing. Bruce's mouth works along the curve of his neck, the strong line of his jaw until he gets to Tim's lips and kisses him there too. He's getting hard under the grind of Tim's hips and that feeling makes him groan quietly. ]
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Were you feeling lonely tonight, Tim?
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A little bit.
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Then he brushes his fingers along the small of Tim's back. ]
Well, I'm here.
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So you are. Though you needed one anyway, looks like. Training?
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Yes. I couldn't sleep.
[ Not while the case he's been working on weighs so heavily on him. He lathers up his hair before rinsing it in the warm water flowing overhead. ]
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[ Tim holds back on further chiding about that if only because he is aware it's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black. Damien might be Bruce's flesh and blood, but he and Tim were birds of a feather. Tim reaches back to grab the conditioner, gesturing Bruce to duck down a bit so Tim can easier reach his hair. ]
Let me.
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He ducks at Tim's encouragement and sighs when he feels Tim's fingers in his hair. That's relaxing. ]
That feels nice.
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Mmm. The occasional benefit of company.
[ He could do it for longer, but it's surely not comfortable for Bruce needing to duck his head down like this for Tim to reach easily. He's just as thorough working his hands through when washing it out too. ]
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I should keep you company more often.
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You could help me out next time.
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How about right now?
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Mmm. You want to help me wash up?
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[ He's not moving, except to press in closer to Tim. ]
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[ He doesn't move away, feeling the heat of Bruce's body against his. ]
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Yes-
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Have you been thinking about me?