Unlike Tim's velvety soft rosebud lips, Jason's were rough and often dry and cracked. Jason had no reason to moisturize them for he'd just plant a big one on Tim whenever he was preoccupied with something or another and use whatever Tim had placed on his lips. Tim would respond with a yelp, a curse, and a swift kick to the groin. It was worth it every time. Contrary to Tim's often demure attitude when it came to his appearance, he took great care of features. Especially, his lips. He would never been seen without 2 or 3 chap sticks. Even his utility belt had a small compartment for his guilty pleasures. His favorites were Burt's Bees and most of the time they were colorless and scentless. Though whenever Jason came around the manor, he would notice a lingering scent of grape. He'd been noticing that smell a lot lately.

Jason made his way into the library knowing his younger brother would be there and unsurprisingly, he was, typing away while Alfred hummed oldies as he walked around their spacious library, dusting.

"Hey baby bird."

Tim made a small grunting sound acknowledging Jason's presence. Jason frowned and snatched his laptop off his lap. "Hey!" Tim reached over to try to swipe it back but Jason lifted over his head giving Tim a triumphant smile.

Tim looked up, his cold translucent blue eyes meeting Jason's clouded greyish blue eyes. Jason loved those eyes. They were like small spheres filled with electricity that shot down Jay's spine. He shivered. Tim stared at Jay, his perfect eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he waited for a response. "…ay? Jason!" Jason snapped out of his trance, "Oh uhh, what was I saying?"

"Nothing, you simply came in here and acted like a douche." Ouch. Jason rolled his eyes and handed Tim back his precious technology. He swore he'll never know what Tim has on there that makes him constantly cling to it. Maybe it has his naked photos. Jason's mind drifted off thinking of the many poses Tim would be in while naked. He blushed at the thought of Tim posing for him. 'oh man how hot would it be if he had my jacket on? I'd give him something to ride all right..'

Tim watched as Jason stared off into space mumbling something about jackets and his hands fumbling around in his pocket. He chuckled and proceeded to apply a grape scented chap stick upon his lips. Jason looked over at Tim and stifled a laugh. "is that Baby Lips?" Tim's cheeks turned a shade or pink but he kept a plain expression. "Yeah, so?"

"Isn't that for chicks?"

"Does it matter who it's for?"

Jason laughed and slid his thumb across Tim's now sticky lips. "Well if it's for me then it doesn't matter what brand," Tim froze and resist the ever growing urge to lick the thumb on his lips. Jason leaned in till their noses were touching. "You know, if it wasn't for Alfred," Jason pointed his thumb at the aged butler pretending to be focused on a book, "I would've ravished you by now."

Tim's eyes widened and his face turned as red as Dick's new outfit. Jason gave him a small wink and walked off into the hallway.