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💖 Movie Night 💖

▪️◻️◻️Both boys are 15◻️◻️▪️

3rd person pov

"We could watch the movie on my laptop." Jon offered.

Damian glanced at Jon's mess of a bed. "There?" He pointed. "Together?" He asked sceptically. Jon shrugged.

"Yeah why not? It's comfy." He said. Damian bit his lip.

"Isn't it a little, close?" He asked. Jon furrowed his brow.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll sit on the floor." He said. Damian bit his lip.

"No, I wouldn't ask that of you." Damian sat down at one end of the bed. "I'll be fine." He said. Jon frowned.

Jon knew Damian wasn't fond of physical touch of any kind, he knew this from observing Damian's interactions with others. It was a little sad to see him so distant and hesitant to both give and receive touch. Jon had thought he'd be an exception.

But so far it seemed like he wasn't despite being Damian's boyfriend and best friend. They hadn't even had a first kiss yet and Damian shied away from all of Jon's hug and kiss attempts. Jon never pushed Damian. He didn't even have to guess as to why Damian didn't like physical touch.

Jon sighed slightly before getting his laptop and beginning to load up the movie. Damian watched from his corner of the bed where he laid back into a few pillows. Jon glanced over at him and smiled fondly.

Oh how it was killing him to not just squeeze the life out of Damian because he looked so cute.

Damian was wearing Jon's favourite pair of pjs, the green long sleeve top and green short-shorts. Damian hated them, but wore them as a hidden sign of his love for Jon.

Jon got the movie set up and offered to get Damian something to eat or drink.

"I'm gonna get myself some popcorn, wanna come?" He asked. Damian shrugged.

"Sure beloved." He agreed. Jon's heart warmed at the nickname. Yet again another reason he wished he could just kiss Damian anytime. But Jon's a gentleman and no matter how sad it made him, he respected Damian's boundaries.

They headed downstairs to the Kent's kitchen to gather the snacks and drinks. Damian leaned against the counter with crossed arms. But he didn't look as intimidating because the sleeves of his shirt were long on him and covered his hands.

Jon smirked softly as he poured kernels in the popcorn machine.

"Why do you keep smirking at me?" Damian questioned as Jon turned on the machine.

"Because you're cute." He responded with a wink.

Damian clicked his tongue in irritation. "I am not cute Jonathan."

"Sure Dames," Jon said with a sigh. He glanced up at the cupboard above Damian. "Could you get me one of those small bowls?" He asked, pointing to the cupboard. Damian turned and opened it.

"Which one?" He asked, seeing as though there were 'small bowls' of different sizes on one shelf.

Jon didn't even glance over. "The small one babe." He said.