-His cheeks heat slightly at the sudden closeness of his companion, and the sweet smelling breath that was fanning across Tim’s face as Dick spoke— Of something important, no doubt, but all the heir could focus on were those lovely, pink lips and the too blue eyes watching him with such intensity. It didn’t take much more; years of holding back and resenting himself for feeling these things for a man that was raised to protect Tim, to work for Tim, finally broke the dam with the prospect that he may never meet this angel again.
Tim closed his eyes and leaned forward, their lips only brushing for a moment at first before the prince increased the pressure of the kiss, drawing his knight closer with delicate hands cupping his jaw and silky hair— It was like he always imagined it would be.-
-The gentle caress of the young Prince’s perfume was the first thing Dick really noticed, followed shortly by the careful stroke of his fingers, and finally the gentle pressure of his lips. At first, the exchange chased every ounce of stress from his body. He relaxed under the touch, leaning in and breathing deeply as his darkest, most resented fantasy unfolded in front of him. The Prince’s hands against his skin for longer than just a stray touch, his scent consuming and lips soft, and his body so close—
The stab of Dick’s conscience was like ice, freezing and tensing his muscles just as suddenly as they had wilted. There was a reason they were fantasies. The Prince was someone he was entrusted to by the King and Queen, people who had saved his life. The Prince was a child, an authority, something beautiful and completely off limits.
Pulling back and standing, the knight walked two steps away before he dared to turn and face Tim again, eyes trained on the ground in front of the boy rather than at his face. He couldn’t bring himself to look.-
Prince… Prince Tim, I.
-For a brief, fierce moment, Tim thinks that this is really happening; That Dick is pulling him closer and kissing him back, breathing him in and touching him like he’d always wanted him to— But that would be much too easy.
Instead, that dream is shattered after a moment of hesitation and he is being pushed away from, pulled and placed until Dick is looking at anything but him, with something that Tim could only describe as disgust in his eyes.
Something inside of the boy cracks and breaks, and it almost feels as though the world is spinning before he realizes that’s just his own head. A small, choked laugh escapes his lips and suddenly his lily white robes are the most interesting thing in the world.-
M-My apologies, I must have been swept up in the moment. You’ll have to forgive me.