A Start by J.C.
"You know, we could resolve this if you'd just take me to bed." His
voice shook a little as he said it; as much as he wanted it, he'd never been
with anyone before.
"The answer is still 'no'."
"Yeah, right, our ages, the relationship we've had, the job we're supposed
to be doing... *But*," he said before he could be interrupted, "I'm
of age now, we're not related by blood, and I know I could still *do* my
job, we both could."
There was silence, and he let it hang there. Hoping. Counting
on the certainty that his affection was returned, the attraction mutual.
"Tim..." Tone still resolute.
But he had one card left. Knowing the history helped, though he could
only guess at the specifics.
"Don't make the same mistake with me that he made with you."
And finally...a little glimmer in those blue eyes, a softening, and Dick
walking with purpose *towards* him, whispering in his ear, "We don't rush
this. We take it slow."
He nodded, agreeing, almost giddy with relief. It was a definite start,
much more than he'd expected moments ago. And, heart pounding, he leaned
forward for their first kiss, sealing the deal.