"You should wear them more often," Jason says. They're making breakfast, or really, Tim's sort of getting under his feet while Jason gathers ingredients. Tim's hair is a mess from the way he slept, and he's just wearing boxers and a Flash t-shirt, along with his glasses. Jason fixes the glasses on Tim's face, brushes his fingers over Tim's jaw.

"They're not exactly conducive to good crime-fighting," Tim says. "It's much easier to just wear lenses."

"Sure," Jason says. "But the times when you're not Robin –"

"There's always the chance that I'll have to make a quick costume change, and then –"

"Jesus," Jason says. "It's Boy Wonder not Boy Scout."

Tim flips him off as he pushes the bridge of his glasses back up his nose, and Jason smirks. "There's nothing wrong with being prepared. What's your fascination with them anyway, Jason?"

Jason licks his lips, slides his hand from Tim's shoulder down to his boxers, pressing him back against the kitchen counter. "Mostly?" Jason asks. "The fact that you look super hot in them."

He drops to his knees, and Tim says, "Oh."

"Yeah," Jason says. "Oh. You're like, you know. A sexy librarian."

Tim snorts, runs his fingers through his hair. "Just shut up and blow me, Jason," he says, and Jason laughs, pinches his ass. "Just for that," Jason says, just before he gets his mouth around Tim. "You can do the dishes afterward."