That, he thinks, goes without saying. He didn't realize how active Matt was until he was suddenly stuck inside. But for a blind man, Matt does a lot. He's always out and about, at the office or at Josie's or in court or at the police station or fighting crime as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. If he's being honest, Tim's almost happy that Matt's stuck inside. At least it means he doesn't have to worry about his boyfriend not coming home one night.
Suddenly, he realizes how it is his mother must have felt when he went off to war. How she feels while he's being a marshal in New York. How Matt feels every time he leaves for work. Knowing that, one day, he might not come home.
It's a shitty feeling, and it's hard to ignore.
He sighs, tipping his head further to kiss Matt's neck instead. A distraction, even if it's a light one. "I know you do. You just gotta put up with it a little while longer."
Matt's restless. He's restless in the way Tim gets restless when things have been quiet at work. He wasn't exaggerating before — he can't function when he's not in danger. And it's similar for Matt. For Tim, when he gets restless this way, he usually has two ways of fixing it — fucking or fighting. The latter obviously isn't an option for Matt right now. Technically, neither is the former. Matt's still too sore for anything vigorous. But that doesn't mean Tim can't do something to help.
"Here," he murmurs, and his hand slides further up the inside of Matt's thigh as he tips his head up to nip at Matt's jaw. "Let me help."
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:44 am (UTC)Suddenly, he realizes how it is his mother must have felt when he went off to war. How she feels while he's being a marshal in New York. How Matt feels every time he leaves for work. Knowing that, one day, he might not come home.
It's a shitty feeling, and it's hard to ignore.
He sighs, tipping his head further to kiss Matt's neck instead. A distraction, even if it's a light one. "I know you do. You just gotta put up with it a little while longer."
Matt's restless. He's restless in the way Tim gets restless when things have been quiet at work. He wasn't exaggerating before — he can't function when he's not in danger. And it's similar for Matt. For Tim, when he gets restless this way, he usually has two ways of fixing it — fucking or fighting. The latter obviously isn't an option for Matt right now. Technically, neither is the former. Matt's still too sore for anything vigorous. But that doesn't mean Tim can't do something to help.
"Here," he murmurs, and his hand slides further up the inside of Matt's thigh as he tips his head up to nip at Matt's jaw. "Let me help."