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Jason woke up to a phone ringing. The burden of being a light sleeper. He buried his face into his pillow and groaned. He huffed and took a second to take stock of himself, curled up on his side, Roy’s warmth seeping into his back, pressed completely against him. Jason really wanted to curl into his boyfriend and go back to sleep. Instead, he pulled his arm from under his pillow and stretched the pins and needles out of it as he debated whether or not to shove Roy off of him—it’s not like it’d wake him up. Nothing short of a panicked “Dad!” from Lian would rouse him. And given that she was in Star, Jason figured he was fine. He decided to be nice and gently lift Roy’s arm from his waist and untangle their legs. The ringing was getting on his nerves, and he blindly reached for the offending device and pressed the green area on the screen, eyes unfocused. Rookie mistake. He pulled it to his ear and growled, “What.”
Silence. Then, “Jason?”
Jason sighed, “What, dickface? You called me. At—” he looked at his alarm clock, “four in the morning, what the fuck do you want?”
“Why do you have Roy’s phone?” Dick sounded confused.
Fuck. Jason tried to parse through his sleep-addled brain for an answer. “Uhhhhhh—He. Stayed over?”
Dick sounded suspicious now, “Yeah, I got that. Why are you answering his phone?”
Before Jason could pull an incredibly idiotic excuse right out of his ass, Roy yawned and Jason turned to watch him, instinctively drawn to the warm presence that was his partner, who was rubbing his eyes, looking all soft and domestic and cuddly. Fuck Dick Grayson, honestly.
“Who is it, Jaybird?” Roy’s voice was rough with sleep as he glided his hand to Jason’s bare hip, and pressed his face back into Jason’s neck, breathing him in. Jason’s heart feels like it’s going to beat straight out of his chest and make itself at home in Roy’s ribcage. Internally, Jason reiterates, Fuck Dick Grayson. Who, Jason realizes, is probably going to start yelling any second now. Jason winces preemptively, and not even a second later his older brother’s voice echoes throughout the room, starting at confused and escalating to accusing, “Roy? Is that Roy? Are you in bed together?!”
Roy froze, his thumb stilling against Jason’s hip. “Uhh, no?”
““No?!”” Dick said, far too wound up for four in the goddamned morning.
You know what, Jason thought, and then he hung up.
Roy was still frozen behind him, “… Did you just hang up?”
Jason nodded, turning Roy’s phone on silent, “Yep.”
“That’s totally gonna bite us in our asses later, isn’t it?” Roy asked as Jason set his phone down and turned to bury his face in Roy’s neck, voice muffled, “Oh, Absolutely. We’re fucked.”
Roy huffed, “That we are, Jaybird. We’ll deal with it in the morning.”
Jason hummed as strong arms slid protectively around him. Roy hummed back, voice fading away, “Love you, Jay. Go back to sleep.”
Jason mumbled back, and he couldn't bring himself to care about whatever Dick thought of their relationship as Roy’s fingers carded gently through the hair on the nape of his neck. He sighed contentedly into Roy’s neck, and fell back asleep in the warmth of Roy’s embrace, ignoring the buzz of his phone on the nightstand and the sirens wailing outside. Roy had him. He was fine.