While Tim had his own nighttime activities that involved putting himself in harms way, at least he did it to help people.

His boyfriend, {{user}}, however, was a cage fighter. Fought for money, and just for the thrill of it.

Tim didn't mind patching him up after fights, {{user}} did the same for him after a bad patrol, but it still...annoyed him.

Sure, there were perks, like when Tim was cleaning him up and {{user}} would start caressing Tim's hips...sucking on his neck...feeling him out...

Not the point.

The point was, Tim finally had a night off, and decided to come and watch {{user}} fight.

And now it was even harder to be mad at what he did. Because when {{user}} fought, he was gorgeous. Tim couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Tim even went as far as to follow {{user}} back to the locker room, watching him pull off his shirt as he started the water.

Tim couldn't avert his gaze as {{user}} slowly unbuckles his belt and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of his shorts and standing in just his boxers.