Steady On Forward

Dick had been discharged from the hospital, and he and Jason were now finally, finally almost home.

Jason pushed open the door to the stairwell in their apartment building, and Dick followed him in, adjusting his grip on the two large hospital bags in his hand filled with all his clothes and books and shit that had been brought to him in the hospital. Fuck, he really didn't want to have to go up four flights of stairs right now. Damn old ass Gotham apartments without elevators.

"My feet are killing me. They should really give a warning going into the hospital about that. Like, 'Hey, if you don't wear shoes for two months, you will severely regret it once you finally do have to'."

Jason chuckled. "You want me to carry you?"

Dick eyed him dubiously. Jason wasn't really going to carry a fully grown man with his bags and shit up four flights of stairs, was he? Maybe he meant once they got to their floor. "I mean, if you want to— Oh!"

Jason swung him easily up into a bridal carry, and Dick's arms automatically looped around his neck, letting the bags dangle against his back. Dick's exclamation quickly turned into a surprised laugh. Well. Apparently Jason was going to carry him up four flights of stairs.

"My hero," he said, half mock-earnest and half actually sincere.

Jason pressed a kiss to his temple. "Anytime, sweet pea."

Dick half expected Jason to give up halfway up the stairs — he wasn't bulky like Jason, but he did still have quite a bit of muscle on his frame and he wasn't light by any means — but Jason brought him all the way up, passing a disapproving Mr. Donovan heading down from the third floor. Dick had hidden his face in Jason's shoulder so he didn't have to see the look he knew they were getting, but Jason met the man's eyes and stared him down, daring him to comment, before pressing another kiss to Dick's head and continuing on his way up. It was possible he stuck his tongue out at the man's back once they passed him to make Dick giggle. 

He managed to get them up to their floor without further incident, unlocking their door and kicking it shut behind them without letting Dick go, and bringing him inside to set him gently on the bed.

"I'm impressed," Dick said, dropping his bags beside the bed to deal with later and kicking his shoes off. "That was quite the display."

Jason pushed the curls back from Dick's forehead and pressed a kiss to it. "Certainly more rewarding than most of my workouts."

Dick laid back on the bed with a grin, squirming his way under the covers. "Now, I believe I was promised nonstop cuddles once I got home…?"

Jason laughed and stripped off his t-shirt, before leaning back down and cupping Dick's face with both hands, starting to pepper his whole face with soft kisses. "Patience, buttercup," he said, dropping one last kiss on the tip of his nose and squishing Dick's cheeks with his hands. "You'll get them. As if I haven't been dreaming of finally getting to sleep with you back in my arms for weeks." He grinned at Dick's face with his cheeks all squished, and couldn't resist giving him two more quick kisses on one cheek before relaxing his hands.

Dick groaned. "Buttercup, seriously?" But his eyes were closed in contentment, and he had a small smile on his face.

"Aw, I was hoping you wouldn't notice." Jason gave him a final loud, dramatic kiss on the other cheek, and pulled away again, kicking off his shoes and starting to empty the contents of his pockets onto the nightstand. "Foiled again. I liked that one too."

Dick laughed and opened his eyes, shaking his head fondly.

Jason crawled into bed, snaking his arms around Dick with a satisfied sigh. "You good, sweetheart?"