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"Rob, can I kiss you?"
Bart's eyes were wide, cheeks tinged pink as he stared at Tim. For someone who was constantly moving, he was unnaturally still.
Tim debated for all of two seconds if he wanted to put the speedster out of his misery, or keep his mouth shut and watch Bart implode.
Being the benevolent team leader he was, he went with the former.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I love you. You're one of my best friends. And I want to show you that I love you."
Coming from anyone else this might have sounded like a confession.
From Bart, however…
"You want to kiss me because I'm your best friend? What about Kon? Or Cassie?"
"They let me kiss them! But I haven't gotten to kiss you, yet," Bart pouted. "You haven't been around much, lately, but I felt like it would be too weird to go to Gotham to ask you."
Tim paused, as he parsed out the meaning behind his teammate's words. He'd heard of friends platonically sharing kisses and cuddling, but he'd never really had any he'd ever felt comfortable enough to do that with. If he asked Ives to kiss him, he was pretty sure he'd scare him, and Steph was off-bounds for all sorts of reasons. He'd stopped dating after all the drama, and now that he thought about it, it'd been a long time since he'd gotten to kiss anyone.
He supposed it might be nice.
"Sure," he shrugged. "Right now—?"
He barely finished his question before a pair of soft lips pressed against his. He stiffened, but Bart was undeterred, one hand gently gripping Tim's waist, the other sliding to hold the back of his neck, fingers loosely playing with the hair on his nape.
"Breathe, Rob," Bart murmured, and Tim
listened.
He let out a soft sigh, letting his body relax into his teammate's, and Bart took advantage of his open mouth to languidly slip his tongue in, and Tim shivered, going boneless as Bart's tongue pressed against his.
His own arms wrapped loosely around Bart's shoulders, and he tilted his head just so, his own tongue sweeping against Bart's bottom lip before stroking the roof of Bart's mouth. Bart's lips were slightly sticky, and he tasted sweet—Tim briefly recalled the orange juice his friend had been nursing and chased after the remnants of it.
It had been so long since he'd been kissed, and this felt nice, real nice.
It was almost a shame when it ended.
"Wow," Bart breathed, and Tim could feel Bart's smile against his mouth. "That was so crash."
Tim laughed, pressing a final chaste to the speedster's lips before stepping back.
"Thanks, Bart," he said. "I love you too."
Bart's answering grin could rival the sun.
Since that first kiss a few days ago, Bart had been much more open with his affection; the speedster was much more settled, pleased he got to kiss all his friends. He was especially thrilled over Tim, often snagging kisses whenever Tim entered the room.
It was only natural someone would catch them.
"No fair!" Cassie whined, and both boys stepped back, turning to face her. "Why does Bart get to kiss you? I want to kiss you too!"
Tim's face went hot. Right, he remembered Bart saying how he and the other members had shared some kisses every now and then, and it made him unfathomably giddy to know that another teammate wanted to include him in that.
Next to him, Bart beamed. "Yeah, Cassie! Come kiss Tim. His kisses are real sweet."
Cassie floated closer, eyes lighting up. Before approaching Tim, she did grab Bart by his shirt, hauling him in for a kiss. Bart let out a happy hum, gripping her shoulders as she took charge. After a few moments, she nipped at his bottom lip before letting him go.
"Thanks Cassie, I'm gonna go find Kon!"
The speedster was already gone as he shouted the super's name, and Cassie snorted, shaking her head before turning back to Tim.
"Can I really kiss you?" she asked. "It's okay if you don't want to, but I'd really like to." She bit her lip nervously, eyes searching his face.
"Yeah, Cassie, it's fine," he said, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I think it'd be nice to kiss you too."
"Yay!" she cheered, hands already on his face, angling him towards her.
Like Bart, her lips were sticky, but he could blame the lipgloss for that. It made it nice and easy for their mouths to slide together, and his hands rested on her waist as for the first few moments their kiss simply consisted of closed lips.
Before long, her tongue prodded his mouth, to which he eagerly opened, letting her slide her tongue in, sighing as she stroked his tongue with hers. Unlike Bart, her kiss was more demanding, and he found himself backed against the wall as she sucked on his tongue.
"Bart was right," she said as she stepped back. "Your kisses are sweet. Thanks, Rob."
"My pleasure," he panted, cheeks flushed a deep crimson, heart pounding from the sheer heat of her kiss. With a final peck to his cheek, she happily skipped away.
If that was her version of a platonic kiss, Tim was almost scared of how she kissed someone she was actually in love with.
Despite the fact Cissie had left her vigilante life behind her, it wasn't uncommon for Cassie to still bring her around the tower. Not that anyone complained, they'd all been saddened to lose her, so getting to hang out with their old teammate was always a welcome treat.
So really, it came at no surprise when on one of her visiting weekends, there was a knock at Tim's door, with a chipper Cissie waiting behind it.
"Hey there sweet thing, I hear you've been letting people kiss you," she greeted, lips curled upwards in a teasing smirk.
He leaned againt his door, heart warming as he realized where this was going. "And if I am?"
Her arms shot out, hands planting on either side of his head, caging him in. "Let me have a taste?"
Tim nodded, and her mouth was on his, her body pressing him even further into the door. His hands wrapped around her waist, as he hummed into it. Unlike the other two, she didn't just kiss his mouth. She kissed the corners of it, his jaw, his cheek, the tip of his nose, both eyelids, before pecking him once more on his lips.
Then, she bounded back, a cheeky grin on her mouth. "Thanks, Rob!"
"Anytime," he said, bemused.
Later, after he'd once more been kissed breathless by Cassie, he would learn that Cissie only used her tongue when she was kissing Cassie.
Even later, after he and Bart shared a few kisses in the kitchen, he'd learn from Bart that Cissie was the reason Cassie's kisses were so heated. Cissie had been the first of them to slip tongue and Cassie had immediately taken that as a challenge. Apparently, their longest kiss had been a damning seven minutes, with them calling a tie.
"How did they even decide—" Tim started, but Bart shook his head, a serious look falling over his face.
"Don't question it, Rob. They'll start demanding you to pick a winner."
Tim paled and vowed then and there to never poke his nose too far into the girls' business. He also silently applauded Cissie in his head for being able to go toe-to-toe with Cassie's kisses. His kisses with her never exceeded a minute and yet, his lips always tingled for a good hour after she was done.
"Did Greta used to join in the kisses?" Tim asked as he and Bart cuddled on the couch. Bart was laying down with Tim splayed on top of him, the two watching one of Cassie's favorite movies because she'd been downright scandalized when she'd learned they'd never seen it. She'd given them the "homework" of watching it while she was away, so here they were, happily sprawled out with Bart's hand trailing up and down Tim's arm.
"Mm, sometimes," Bart hummed. "But I never really got the feeling she liked them. I think she preferred to only kiss those she was into. She only really participated because she didn't like feeling left out."
Tim laughed sadly. "Yeah, that sounds about right."
Propping himself up on top of Bart's chest, he waited until golden eyes focused on him.
"What took you so long to ask me?"
"Well I wanted to ask sooner, but since you were in a relationship, the others thought you'd feel uncomfortable. And then I was told to give you some time after the break-up. But if it were up to me, I'd have kissed you within the first week of meeting you. Greta too."
They both snorted at the bad joke.
"Yeah, no, I can see how that would have gotten messy. Especially with Greta," Tim said. Not to mention Steph would have bludgeoned him to death with that same brick she first hit him with if he kissed anyone else.
Bart's eyes scanned over him.
"Hey, Rob?"
"Hmm?"
"Give me a kiss?"
Tim rolled his eyes, before dipping back down.
"For the record, I think it's completely unfair that I'm the last of us to get to kiss you."
Tim snickered at the sound of Kon's put-out voice, before looking up from his desk. "Well, hello to you too. Bold of you to assume you get to kiss me."
Kon's pout intesified. "No fair," he complained. "You can't do that. You can't let everyone but me kiss you. I'm your favorite, aren't I?"
Tim snapped his laptop shut, and arched a brow at the super. "Cocky too. Did you just assume that or—"
"Tiiiiiiim," Kon whined.
With another laugh, Tim stood up and opened his arms. "C'mere."
Kon lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
He all but flew into Tim's arms, and Tim craned his neck just as eager if not more, laughing even as Kon's mouth descended on his, the warmth of the super's body flooding into him as Kon's hands gripped his hips. He was pulled flush against his friend, and he sighed happily into the kiss.
His fingers tangled in Kon's hair as Kon's tongue slid past his lips, and he arched into it, dropping his jaw further, a sound of encouragement pulling from the back of his throat.
Kon's kiss wasn't innocent like Bart's, but it wasn't demanding like Cassie's either, or as gentle as Cissie's.
It was a blend of all three, and Tim's head swam as he realized they were quickly teetering into brand-new territory.
"Kon," he murmured, lips slick from Kon's kiss.
Kon hummed, pressing tiny little kisses against his mouth, unwilling to let go.
"Can I still kiss the others?"
"Sure," Kon agreed easily, sucking on his bottom lip. "As long as I'm the only one who gets to do this."
Tim yelped as Kon's hands shamelessly dropped from his waist to his ass, hefting him into his arms. Tim's ankles crossed over Kon's back as he gripped Kon's jaw, fucking his tongue into Kon's mouth. A small sound of pure want slid from Kon's lips, and it was lightning down Tim's spine.
"You can kiss the others too," he breathed. "But you're only allowed to make a noise like that, for me."
"Okay," Kon agreed, and that was the last thing either of them said for a long, long time.
Tim was nursing a Zesti the following afternoon, Kon's shirt hanging off one shoulder, a scatter of marks on display for everyone else to see.
Bart zoomed in, and his eyes widened comically. "Finally!" he cheered. Then paused. "Wait, can I not kiss you anymore? Aw man, I should have kissed you more! Kon, you're such a hog!"
"Why's Kon a hog?" Cassie asked as she padded in, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her gaze fell on Tim, and her face sharpened. "Ugh, Kon, always knew you were greedy but c'mon. This is the greed they talk about in the bible!"
"Hey!" Kon protested, yawning as he was the last to enter the kitchen. "Why are we all bashing on me? I just woke up!"
His eyes fell on Tim then, and no one missed the wolfish grin.
"So not crash of you," Bart moaned. "I liked kissing Rob."
"Congrats and all, but you suck," Cassie agreed.
Tim and Kon locked gazes.
"Hey Bart?" Tim said, setting down his drink, just as Kon said, "So, Cassie?"
"Yeah, Rob?" "What do you want, greedy?"
Bart squeaked as Tim's head ducked down, giving his teammate a firm kiss. He nipped playfully at Bart's mouth, before blinking his eyes open to check on Kon.
Kon, who was currently in the midst of a battle of tongues with Cassie.
Tim let his eyes flutter back shut. He wasn't complaining. It simply meant he got to kiss Bart some more, and let his friend know just how much he loved him.