Trust

"Close your eyes," Bernard says. He's trying to do the voice Tim uses sometimes, the one he can't help but obey. When Tim does it it's possibly the sexiest voice in the world and drives Bernard crazy, but he knows he can't do it correctly. A tiny smile plays at the corners of Tim's mouth. "Come on. Close 'em." Tim pauses just long enough to convey that he's doing it because he wants to instead of because he was ordered to and then closes his eyes.

Bernard leans forward and kisses Tim. Tim grabs him around the back of the neck and tries to pull him, to pull both of them, down, but Bernard has other plans and resists. There's no way he's going to object when Tim deepens the kiss, but he has other plans so too soon (it's always too soon, there's nothing he loves more than Tim but they can't be together 24/7) he breaks off the kiss and goes over to rummage in his nightstand where they don't keep the supplies because if they did they'd never find them in anything like a timely manner.

He finds what he's looking for and turns back to Tim and rolls his eyes because of course Tim's opened his eyes again. "You were supposed to keep them closed."

Tim shrugs and smirks a little in that way that only Tim can smirk. It's the smirk Bernard only sees when they're alone together, or with a few of Tim's other friends. Before Bernard really got to know Tim, he hadn't thought there could be an open smirk, but this smirk is completely different from his closed, public smirk. "Should have said so." He closes his eyes and Bernard crawls across the bed to him and kisses him again and slips the blindfold on.

It's like a switch has been flipped in Tim. He'd been relaxed- well, as relaxed as he ever gets- and now he isn't. He looks like he isn't sure if he wants to fight or run, and the deathgrip he has on Bernard's arm makes Bernard think he's leaning heavily towards fighting. Bernard kisses him softly on the stomach and he makes a noise Bernard hadn't even known he could make. "Okay?" he asks, and he's worried because Tim just doesn't freak out like this, he just doesn't. But he seems to be frozen. "Tim?" Bernard tries to soothe him, smoothes a hand over his chest.

Tim nods jerkily, once, but he still isn't relaxing so Bernard takes it slowly, kissing and petting and licking and rubbing every inch of Tim. "Tim," he says softly as Tim finally unfreezes a little. He can tell that Tim has issues with doing this, but the fact that he isn't pushing Bernard away, isn't removing the blindfold, but he actually trusts Bernard to get him through them, to keep him safe when he's blind and afraid. "Tim." Keeping people safe, having them trust him like this, isn't something Bernard's used to. Tim's the one with the ninja fighting skills and the urge to protect everybody he sees. Bernard's just an ordinary guy. And that trust in him is possibly the most potent aphrodisiac ever.