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Guy Talk (Gotham/Teen Titans, PG-13) Robin/Superboy
Tim/Kon: the other World's Finest pairing.
Not My Fault Note:
Well, Te did it to me again. Attached herself to me like a lamprey until lo, I wrote her this story. Or, well, that's not really fair; it was more symbiotic than parasitic... Te wrote a chapter of The AU Monster, and this brand-spanking-new Tim-wank, and finished this incredibly hot Bruce/Terry, all while I was writing this one measly story. Because Te is an insane porn-writing machine. --This is not a bad thing.
::looking again at story:: It's mostly dialogue. Dialogue is my weakness. Te, how do you do this?
::looks in log::
Character and Continuity Notes:
Comics-based. And since I know most people who are going to read this won't be overly familiar with the canon...
Superboy In current (post-Crisis) DC continuity, Superboy is not young Clark Kent, but rather an offshoot of failed attempts to clone Superman after his death (but he's back now... don't ask); Superboy isn't exactly a clone, as his genetic material is 50% Kryptonian (Clark's) and 50% human (that human apparently, according to information recently leaked to Superboy through his pal Robin, Lex Luthor).
(Yes, that's right. If a Smallville fanfic writer were to posit Lex creating a child from his own and Clark's DNA using cloning technology in an effort to fill the void left after Clark died, they'd be laughed out of fandom. In the comix world, that scenario is now canon. See why I read the comics?)
Superboy was artificially aged to his early teens, and used his powers -- only superfically similar to Superman's, mainly strength, speed, flight and invulnerability, but derived from a different mechanism -- to act as a hero under the direction of Cadmus Labs, where he was created. Later, Clark bestowed the Kryptonian name "Kon-El" on him, of which he is very proud, and more recently created the human alias "Conner Kent" for Kon and sent him to live in Smallville with the Kents, though Kon is much less thrilled by that development.
Robin The Robin in this story is Tim Drake, the third boy in comics continuity to don the yellow cape. The first Robin was Dick Grayson, who now calls his crime-fighting persona Nightwing, and the second Robin was Jason Todd, who is now dead. More information on all three Robins can be found at various websites (I recommend the DCU Guide and Titans Tower). Tim and Kon recently reunited with some of their former "Young Justice" (a now-defunct junior branch of the Justice League) teammates and some former Titans to form an all new Teen Titans team. The Titans meet on weekends at their new headquarters in San Francisco. (Yes, San Francisco. The comics are always throwing slash-fodder at us no ficcer would even dream of doing.)
Timeline Inspired by a hilarious panel in Batgirl #45; also refers to events in Batgirl issues 40 and 41, and issue 5 of the current Teen Titans title -- but you don't need to have read the issues in question, and there are really no important spoilers. (And I'm awake enough this time that the no-spoilers assessment is actually accurate.) It's entirely possible my timeline doesn't quite work, in canon, but they don't exactly make it super-easy to to always track when events in one title happen in relation to events in another. I figure it's close enough.
"Guy Talk"
"Well, huge surprise, Smallville was just dead boring every single day this week. How were things in Gotham?"
"The criminal element really doesn't give us time off. You know that."
"Oh, I know. I meant the other stuff, actually. Not Robin, not school, just... you know. Stuff."
Tim smirks. "Guy talk?"
"Um... yeah, sure. I guess."
"Well... one thing happened this week that definitely falls under 'guy talk'." The smirk is maybe one tooth shy of a full-on grin now.
"Yeah?"
Tim nods. "I was out on patrol, Wednesday -- or was it Tuesday? No, it was Wednesday. Anyway, there was a bunch of bad guys, and I was in the thick of them, kicking ass--"
Of course he was kicking ass. "Hey, I said no Robin stuff."
"And if you'd shut up for one minute, I'd get to the 'guy stuff' part."
Kon snorts and leans back, arms folded. "Okay, fine."
"So, as I was saying, bad guy ass all around me, feeling my foot, and all of a sudden, there's Batgirl, kicking even more ass than I am."
"Yeah?" He can feel himself grinning. He's seen her in action, too, after all. In more ways than Tim has...
"Well, Batgirl. She's so good at kicking ass it's scary."
"Uh-hunh."
"No, like, seriously scary. Like, I'm glad she's on our side. And I'm good, I know I am, but man, she could kick Nightwing's ass, and probably Batman's half the time."
"I'm trying to be patient here, man..."
"Shut up. So I notice, even more than the way she's kicking this hopped-up mob's butts -- because I expect that -- she's not wearing her regular costume."
"Whoa, naked Batgirl? Are you sure this isn't a dream you had?"
"Kon, shut up. She was wearing -- the original Batgirl's costume."
"And...?"
"Well, I don't know why it should be hotter than her regular costume... I mean, skin-tight black leather? But it was. Even with -- the old costume has yellow gloves, yellow like dishwashing gloves, and yellow boots."
Dishwashing gloves. He can feel the incredulity show on his face. "And you found that hot? Is there maybe something you want to tell me about that butler guy from Batman's cave?"
"Oh, shut up. And the boots were high heels... though it wasn't that, really. I don't think." Tim shakes his head. "Man, I don't know. She was hot, okay?"
"Okay, you have a secret crush on Batgirl. Do you want to braid my hair now?"
Tim doesn't say anything to that, just goes on with his story. "So the costume is, well, noticeable. And I'm noticing." Kon grins to himself. Tim ignoring him just means he finally scored a real hit. "And then this creep lobs a car at my head."
"Uh-hu-- what??"
"So she tackles me out of the way. And--"
"Somebody threw a car at your head??"
"Yeah, but that's Robin stuff. I'm trying to talk about guy stuff, here."
He's just insufferable sometimes.
"Now, where was I? Oh, right. Batgirl tackled me, to get me out of the way of the irrelevant-to-our-discussion flying automobile. And, uh, we wound up... well, I was laying on the ground, and she, um. She was kinda..." Tim gestures with his hands. "Straddling my lap."
It's hard not to laugh, but Tim's face is red and he's glaring at Kon as if he was laughing already and-- well, hell. He throws his head back and has a good lauigh.
He's more than half-expecting Tim to thwap him upside the head, but when he winds down and looks over, Tim's just smirking back at him.
"So what happened?"
"Nothing, thank god. She was off again beating back the mob before I could uh," another vague gesture "react."
The laughter comes out more like giggles this time, which would be embarassing if Tim wasn't giggling, too.
Tim catches his breath first. "It felt kinda weird, though."
"What, you mean you've never had one before?" He feigns shock and pity.
"Shut up. I just mean... Well, Batgirl is kind of hot. But I feel weird noticing it."
"Why? Because-- Is it because you do the hero thing together?"
"Nah. I mean, I've done that with Steph, and it's fun and it, well, gets us both um, hot." Hunh. "Even though it also makes me crazy with worrying about her."
"So..."
"It's just... well, she's actually older than I am. She's an adult, technically. But in a lot of important ways, she's not."
"What do you mean?"
"The way she was raised... it was really messed up. She never got to be a kid, but it wasn't really that she had to grow up too fast, more like... it's like she was just a thing to her father. A tool. A weapon."
Well, doesn't that just hit a little too close to home. And explain a lot. "Uh-huh," he mumbles.
"Yeah. So... it doesn't feel right for me to look at her like that. You know?"
"You think she doesn't want to be looked at that way, just because she was a little late joining the human race?"
"It's not that." Tim either completely missed the anger that bled into Kon's voice, or he's ignoring it. Either way...
"Then what? Somebody like that's not good enough for you?"
And now Tim's looking at him, startled and staring. Kon can see the moment when he gets it. "Shit. No. Kon, you know that's-- I didn't mean that at all."
"Did you ever think maybe Batgirl knows more about that stuff than you give her credit for?"
"Actually, part of the reason I feel so -- I don't know, protective I guess? -- is because I know she doesn't. I mean, she told Steph awhile back that she's never even so much as kissed a guy."
He just stares for a minute, wondering whether he just doesn't count, or whether Batgirl is worried about that reputation thing girls worry about and he should maybe not ruin hers telling locker-room tales, and more than a little whether Tim's girlfriend is really that trustworthy. After all, her father is-- well, okay, that's just not a line of thought he wants to follow anywhere.
Okay. Let's look at this rationally, like Tim would do. 'Examine the base assumptions.' He takes a deep breath, lets it out, takes another. "How long a while ago was this?"
"Hunh? I don't know. A few months."
Aha! He grins. "Well, she's kissed a boy since then."
The confusion on Tim's price is priceless. "What?"
"He was pretty super, too, if I do say so myself."
"Oh, god. Get over yourself, Kon. --She kissed you? Really?"
"Came all the way to Smallville and snuck into my bedroom one night to do it again."
"Okay, now I know you're making it up."
"I am not!" And the hell of it is, he's not, but all the protests in the world aren't going to convince Tim. Not when he's got that look of 'yeah, right' above his crossed arms. "Though... it wasn't quite as naughty as that sounds," he admits.
"Heh," Tim says, and yeah, now he's not so sure. Good. "But... what about you and Cassie?"
"Oh, nothing was really going to happen with Batgirl. We could both tell that. Cassie, on the other hand... things looked like they were going to go pretty well until Wonder Woman turned up and threw me halfway across the Bay that day. Since then Cassie... well, she hasn't been avoiding me, exactly, but I can tell she wants to cool things down." He sighs. "Man. The adults -- the League -- they're so protective of the girls. Who's concerned about my virtue?"
"I'll protect your virtue, Kon," Tim says, and even though he's snickering when he says it, the words and the look in his eyes make something in Kon's gut just... warm.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." And then Tim's not laughing anymore, just staring at him. Still leaning forward a little.
Kon licks his lips. "What if I don't want it to be protected?"
Tim moves in slowly, watching him carefully, like he's afraid Kon is going to haul off and punch him at any moment. And that's funny and sweet, but it's also taking too long and making him afraid that by the time Tim gets to him he'll have changed his mind.
So he reaches out, takes hold of the back of Tim's neck and moves the rest of the way in himself.
Tim's mouth is soft to the touch and hard underneath. And it's just so appropriate that he almost laughs, but that's when Tim licks his lips, and he can feel the wet flutter of it against his own lips. He gasps, and Tim's lips part too, press against and slip along his.
"Mmm," Tim says. He can feel the vibration go into his mouth like he's drinking it down. His own groan isn't planned, but he goes with it, figuring if it feels good to him...
Tim's hand tightens around his arm. And Tim's other hand starts sliding up from Kon's knee.
Tim's tongue slips into his mouth at the same time, tentative at first, then more boldly when Kon scoots closer and wraps his other arm around Tim's back. He wants to live up to his boasting about "super" kissing, but Tim's tongue is moving against his and all he can think is hot and slick.
They're both moaning. He realises he's sort of pulling on Tim when he shifts up on his knees and leans further in, until he's practically in Kon's lap.
And Tim's hand is still creeping up his thigh. It's just Tim's hand, though it feels hotter than his mouth and it's making the skin tingle all the way up to his crotch, so that it almost feels like Tim's hand is already there.
Tim is above him now, making him tilt his head back to keep their mouths together. Which isn't at all a bad thing, it's making the kiss even better, which he wouldn't have thought could happen. He's making all kinds of desperate noises in the back of his throat, and it feels like Tim is trying to stroke them right out of him with his tongue.
The position is just a little bit weird, because... does it mean he's the girl? Does one of them have to be the girl? Does he care?
Maybe later he will, but right now it's just too good.
Tim wriggles a little closer, one knee between Kon's now, and putting his weight on the hand on Kon's thigh, which is now almost to the crease where his leg meets his hip. Tim's other hand wanders up Kon's arm, across his shoulder, to his throat and-- his head goes back even further as he arches into the caress, but it's okay that he breaks the kiss, because Tim's mouth just slips warm and wet down over his jaw and fastens on the other side of his throat.
His hand at the back of Tim's head clenches -- it's probably a good thing the hair back there is so short, or he might hurt Tim -- and his other hand slips down Tim's back to his ass.
It's so round and firm, and it fits so perfectly in his palm...
"Tim," he groans, and Tim bites his throat.
And he wants to wait for Tim's hand to finish its journey, but he doesn't remember that until he's already pulling Tim down into his lap. Tim's legs splay around his hips with Robin's reflexes, and it's just a theory, and he's pretty sure he's impaired, but that feels like Tim's erection pressing against his through their pants. He coaxes Tim in closer with the hand on his ass, and then Tim presses in closer yet.
"Tim--" Tim's mouth on his throat is almost too good, but he wants... He spreads his fingers across the back of Tim's head and tilts his head up, and kisses him again. Tim's arms go around his neck.
It can't get better than this, he thinks, plunging his tongue into Tim's mouth.
Except that then Tim starts rocking against him, and it's so much better. He's maybe grabbing Tim a little too hard, but even though Tim's making hurt-sounding noises into his mouth, he doesn't think he's actually hurting Tim.
Or at least not in any way Tim actually minds, and that makes him make some hurt-sounding noises of his own.
He's got Tim bent back in a way he'd think was maybe uncomfortable if it was anybody else, but he's seen Tim do all kinds of impossible-looking acrobatics that make this look effortless by comparison. A little like the girl, maybe. But Tim's not complaining. In fact...
Tim's teeth keep scraping his tongue and pressing into his lip. He can't believe it's accidental, not coming from Tim. And of course Tim knows that it can't hurt him -- unless he's unconscious, or maybe if he wants it to, though he really doesn't think he could concentrate that well right now -- but it makes him moan and buck just the same.
And then he bucks again, lifting his hips into Tim's, and why wasn't he doing that before now, because... he does it again. And again. And Tim clenches his hand in Kon's hair and bites down hard on his lip.
And pulls away, panting.
"Kon," he gasps. His voice is breathless and rough and it makes Kon buck harder, and Tim groans and flexes his own hips against Kon's again.
But then he clenches his jaw and shakes his head and says, "Kon, wait."
Wait. As in, stop.
As in... shit.
"Shit. Fuck, Tim, I'm sorry--"
"Hey." Tim's fingertips are on his mouth, and he really kind of wants to kiss them or suck on them. Which seems like it might be pretty girly, but like it would also be really, really hot. His dick twitches in his pants, and he groans.
Tim smirks, and then shifts his hand aside just long enough for a fleeting kiss, mostly-close-mouthed and barely long enough to register, but really just not chaste at all, before sliding his thumb back to the middle of Kon's lower lip.
Okay, he's officially totally confused.
It must show on his face, because Tim sort of half smiles and rocks his hips ever so slightly. "Mmm. Oh, man."
Is Tim trying to drive him insane?
Tim sort of... shakes himself all over without actually moving much, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. And then his eyes snap open and focus on Kon's. Sharp focus. It reminds him of this incredibly dumb assignment he has for science class where he's supposed to fill a box with dead insects stuck on pins.
Tim's making him feel pinned like that.
"Uh," he says against Tim's thumb, brilliantly.
Tim smiles again, though his eyes don't soften much. "Um." Well, at least he's not the only one... "I just... I think we need to, well, think about this." His hand slips down to cup Kon's jaw, which he takes as a sign that he's allowed to talk now.
"You think I can think right now?"
"Well, no. Neither can I, really." Tim shifts his hips, but it's more like he's uncomfortable than like he's trying to hump Kon at all. And hell, he can't be much more comfortable in his tights than Kon is in his jeans, because there's really just not enough room for his erection in there. "That's kind of the point."
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah."
Okay, obviously he actually has to contribute something to this conversation. "So... you want us to stop, so we can think." Tim nods. "After which... what?" He shifts again, and Kon moves his hands to the small of Tim's back, which he hopes is neutral enough, because he doesn't really want to let go of Tim entirely just yet.
"That'll depend on what conclusions we come to with our thinking."
"We're going to have to talk, too, aren't we?"
"Um, yeah, that will probably be best."
Setting boundaries. Stopping them before they get to -- whatever base that would've been; he'll have to ask Clark. (Or then again, maybe completely NOT.) Wanting to talk.
He grins. Tim is so the girl.
Tim is giving him a funny look. "Kon?"
Though probably blurting that out right now won't be the best way to get this to happen again.
He shakes his head, then nods. Now Tim looks confused.
Well, it serves him right.
He gives Tim a smile, puts a little heat into it -- or he hopes that's what he's doing, and he doesn't just look like a huge gaping dork. Tim grins back, and if he looks half as sexy that's all good.
Wait. Tim? Sexy?
Suddenly he gets why the stopping and thinking is a good idea. Because it's not that he doesn't want to keep doing what they were just doing, and then do it some more, but... he really needs to think about it.
"Suddenly I get why the stopping and thinking is a good idea."
"Yeah," Tim says, with a nod, and slithers off his lap. "I think it is."
Because he and Tim are friends -- maybe best friends, from his end at least; he doesn't really know enough about Tim's other life in Gotham yet to know whether he has anybody there more deserving of the title -- and he doesn't want to fuck that up for some hormone-driven groping. And if that's all this is, maybe they shouldn't do it... or maybe they should. And there's Cassie, and Steph, and all kinds of issues this raises for their relationships with the girls.
Not to mention the thing where they're both guys. And still will both be guys even if one of them is sort of the girl. And-- "Yeah."
Tim's not touching him at all now, just standing in front of him looking a little rumpled and a little flushed.
Then he leans in, still not touching, and so Kon resists the urge to reach for him. Just opens his mouth for Tim's kiss, and it's hot and good with a lot of lips and a little bit of teeth and tongue, and then Tim breaks it with one last suck to Kon's lower lip that makes his dick twitch back to life where it had been subsiding in his pants. He groans.
"Yeah," Tim says. "So." He looks up at the sky, like there was a big clock up there or something. "We've still got all afternoon... want to go work out?"
"Work out. Like... training?" Tim nods. Tim is insane. "Don't you get enough of that during the week?"
"More than, but I don't get to do it at my own Titans Tower... or with you." He slings a friendly arm around Kon's shoulders. "Come on. I'll teach you all about this great thing called 'sublimation'..."
a story or so behind, but most of my other fic can be found here
Not My Fault Note:
Well, Te did it to me again. Attached herself to me like a lamprey until lo, I wrote her this story. Or, well, that's not really fair; it was more symbiotic than parasitic... Te wrote a chapter of The AU Monster, and this brand-spanking-new Tim-wank, and finished this incredibly hot Bruce/Terry, all while I was writing this one measly story. Because Te is an insane porn-writing machine. --This is not a bad thing.
::looking again at story:: It's mostly dialogue. Dialogue is my weakness. Te, how do you do this?
::looks in log::
Jack: you need me to write you some tim/kon?...that's all it took? Man. I'm easy.
Te: *whimpers* YES
Jack: blistering hot smut?
Te: I would LOVE hot smut. At this point? I'd breathe easier with a nice, hot KISS.
Character and Continuity Notes:
Comics-based. And since I know most people who are going to read this won't be overly familiar with the canon...
Superboy In current (post-Crisis) DC continuity, Superboy is not young Clark Kent, but rather an offshoot of failed attempts to clone Superman after his death (but he's back now... don't ask); Superboy isn't exactly a clone, as his genetic material is 50% Kryptonian (Clark's) and 50% human (that human apparently, according to information recently leaked to Superboy through his pal Robin, Lex Luthor).
(Yes, that's right. If a Smallville fanfic writer were to posit Lex creating a child from his own and Clark's DNA using cloning technology in an effort to fill the void left after Clark died, they'd be laughed out of fandom. In the comix world, that scenario is now canon. See why I read the comics?)
Superboy was artificially aged to his early teens, and used his powers -- only superfically similar to Superman's, mainly strength, speed, flight and invulnerability, but derived from a different mechanism -- to act as a hero under the direction of Cadmus Labs, where he was created. Later, Clark bestowed the Kryptonian name "Kon-El" on him, of which he is very proud, and more recently created the human alias "Conner Kent" for Kon and sent him to live in Smallville with the Kents, though Kon is much less thrilled by that development.
Robin The Robin in this story is Tim Drake, the third boy in comics continuity to don the yellow cape. The first Robin was Dick Grayson, who now calls his crime-fighting persona Nightwing, and the second Robin was Jason Todd, who is now dead. More information on all three Robins can be found at various websites (I recommend the DCU Guide and Titans Tower). Tim and Kon recently reunited with some of their former "Young Justice" (a now-defunct junior branch of the Justice League) teammates and some former Titans to form an all new Teen Titans team. The Titans meet on weekends at their new headquarters in San Francisco. (Yes, San Francisco. The comics are always throwing slash-fodder at us no ficcer would even dream of doing.)
Timeline Inspired by a hilarious panel in Batgirl #45; also refers to events in Batgirl issues 40 and 41, and issue 5 of the current Teen Titans title -- but you don't need to have read the issues in question, and there are really no important spoilers. (And I'm awake enough this time that the no-spoilers assessment is actually accurate.) It's entirely possible my timeline doesn't quite work, in canon, but they don't exactly make it super-easy to to always track when events in one title happen in relation to events in another. I figure it's close enough.
"Guy Talk"
"Well, huge surprise, Smallville was just dead boring every single day this week. How were things in Gotham?"
"The criminal element really doesn't give us time off. You know that."
"Oh, I know. I meant the other stuff, actually. Not Robin, not school, just... you know. Stuff."
Tim smirks. "Guy talk?"
"Um... yeah, sure. I guess."
"Well... one thing happened this week that definitely falls under 'guy talk'." The smirk is maybe one tooth shy of a full-on grin now.
"Yeah?"
Tim nods. "I was out on patrol, Wednesday -- or was it Tuesday? No, it was Wednesday. Anyway, there was a bunch of bad guys, and I was in the thick of them, kicking ass--"
Of course he was kicking ass. "Hey, I said no Robin stuff."
"And if you'd shut up for one minute, I'd get to the 'guy stuff' part."
Kon snorts and leans back, arms folded. "Okay, fine."
"So, as I was saying, bad guy ass all around me, feeling my foot, and all of a sudden, there's Batgirl, kicking even more ass than I am."
"Yeah?" He can feel himself grinning. He's seen her in action, too, after all. In more ways than Tim has...
"Well, Batgirl. She's so good at kicking ass it's scary."
"Uh-hunh."
"No, like, seriously scary. Like, I'm glad she's on our side. And I'm good, I know I am, but man, she could kick Nightwing's ass, and probably Batman's half the time."
"I'm trying to be patient here, man..."
"Shut up. So I notice, even more than the way she's kicking this hopped-up mob's butts -- because I expect that -- she's not wearing her regular costume."
"Whoa, naked Batgirl? Are you sure this isn't a dream you had?"
"Kon, shut up. She was wearing -- the original Batgirl's costume."
"And...?"
"Well, I don't know why it should be hotter than her regular costume... I mean, skin-tight black leather? But it was. Even with -- the old costume has yellow gloves, yellow like dishwashing gloves, and yellow boots."
Dishwashing gloves. He can feel the incredulity show on his face. "And you found that hot? Is there maybe something you want to tell me about that butler guy from Batman's cave?"
"Oh, shut up. And the boots were high heels... though it wasn't that, really. I don't think." Tim shakes his head. "Man, I don't know. She was hot, okay?"
"Okay, you have a secret crush on Batgirl. Do you want to braid my hair now?"
Tim doesn't say anything to that, just goes on with his story. "So the costume is, well, noticeable. And I'm noticing." Kon grins to himself. Tim ignoring him just means he finally scored a real hit. "And then this creep lobs a car at my head."
"Uh-hu-- what??"
"So she tackles me out of the way. And--"
"Somebody threw a car at your head??"
"Yeah, but that's Robin stuff. I'm trying to talk about guy stuff, here."
He's just insufferable sometimes.
"Now, where was I? Oh, right. Batgirl tackled me, to get me out of the way of the irrelevant-to-our-discussion flying automobile. And, uh, we wound up... well, I was laying on the ground, and she, um. She was kinda..." Tim gestures with his hands. "Straddling my lap."
It's hard not to laugh, but Tim's face is red and he's glaring at Kon as if he was laughing already and-- well, hell. He throws his head back and has a good lauigh.
He's more than half-expecting Tim to thwap him upside the head, but when he winds down and looks over, Tim's just smirking back at him.
"So what happened?"
"Nothing, thank god. She was off again beating back the mob before I could uh," another vague gesture "react."
The laughter comes out more like giggles this time, which would be embarassing if Tim wasn't giggling, too.
Tim catches his breath first. "It felt kinda weird, though."
"What, you mean you've never had one before?" He feigns shock and pity.
"Shut up. I just mean... Well, Batgirl is kind of hot. But I feel weird noticing it."
"Why? Because-- Is it because you do the hero thing together?"
"Nah. I mean, I've done that with Steph, and it's fun and it, well, gets us both um, hot." Hunh. "Even though it also makes me crazy with worrying about her."
"So..."
"It's just... well, she's actually older than I am. She's an adult, technically. But in a lot of important ways, she's not."
"What do you mean?"
"The way she was raised... it was really messed up. She never got to be a kid, but it wasn't really that she had to grow up too fast, more like... it's like she was just a thing to her father. A tool. A weapon."
Well, doesn't that just hit a little too close to home. And explain a lot. "Uh-huh," he mumbles.
"Yeah. So... it doesn't feel right for me to look at her like that. You know?"
"You think she doesn't want to be looked at that way, just because she was a little late joining the human race?"
"It's not that." Tim either completely missed the anger that bled into Kon's voice, or he's ignoring it. Either way...
"Then what? Somebody like that's not good enough for you?"
And now Tim's looking at him, startled and staring. Kon can see the moment when he gets it. "Shit. No. Kon, you know that's-- I didn't mean that at all."
"Did you ever think maybe Batgirl knows more about that stuff than you give her credit for?"
"Actually, part of the reason I feel so -- I don't know, protective I guess? -- is because I know she doesn't. I mean, she told Steph awhile back that she's never even so much as kissed a guy."
He just stares for a minute, wondering whether he just doesn't count, or whether Batgirl is worried about that reputation thing girls worry about and he should maybe not ruin hers telling locker-room tales, and more than a little whether Tim's girlfriend is really that trustworthy. After all, her father is-- well, okay, that's just not a line of thought he wants to follow anywhere.
Okay. Let's look at this rationally, like Tim would do. 'Examine the base assumptions.' He takes a deep breath, lets it out, takes another. "How long a while ago was this?"
"Hunh? I don't know. A few months."
Aha! He grins. "Well, she's kissed a boy since then."
The confusion on Tim's price is priceless. "What?"
"He was pretty super, too, if I do say so myself."
"Oh, god. Get over yourself, Kon. --She kissed you? Really?"
"Came all the way to Smallville and snuck into my bedroom one night to do it again."
"Okay, now I know you're making it up."
"I am not!" And the hell of it is, he's not, but all the protests in the world aren't going to convince Tim. Not when he's got that look of 'yeah, right' above his crossed arms. "Though... it wasn't quite as naughty as that sounds," he admits.
"Heh," Tim says, and yeah, now he's not so sure. Good. "But... what about you and Cassie?"
"Oh, nothing was really going to happen with Batgirl. We could both tell that. Cassie, on the other hand... things looked like they were going to go pretty well until Wonder Woman turned up and threw me halfway across the Bay that day. Since then Cassie... well, she hasn't been avoiding me, exactly, but I can tell she wants to cool things down." He sighs. "Man. The adults -- the League -- they're so protective of the girls. Who's concerned about my virtue?"
"I'll protect your virtue, Kon," Tim says, and even though he's snickering when he says it, the words and the look in his eyes make something in Kon's gut just... warm.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." And then Tim's not laughing anymore, just staring at him. Still leaning forward a little.
Kon licks his lips. "What if I don't want it to be protected?"
Tim moves in slowly, watching him carefully, like he's afraid Kon is going to haul off and punch him at any moment. And that's funny and sweet, but it's also taking too long and making him afraid that by the time Tim gets to him he'll have changed his mind.
So he reaches out, takes hold of the back of Tim's neck and moves the rest of the way in himself.
Tim's mouth is soft to the touch and hard underneath. And it's just so appropriate that he almost laughs, but that's when Tim licks his lips, and he can feel the wet flutter of it against his own lips. He gasps, and Tim's lips part too, press against and slip along his.
"Mmm," Tim says. He can feel the vibration go into his mouth like he's drinking it down. His own groan isn't planned, but he goes with it, figuring if it feels good to him...
Tim's hand tightens around his arm. And Tim's other hand starts sliding up from Kon's knee.
Tim's tongue slips into his mouth at the same time, tentative at first, then more boldly when Kon scoots closer and wraps his other arm around Tim's back. He wants to live up to his boasting about "super" kissing, but Tim's tongue is moving against his and all he can think is hot and slick.
They're both moaning. He realises he's sort of pulling on Tim when he shifts up on his knees and leans further in, until he's practically in Kon's lap.
And Tim's hand is still creeping up his thigh. It's just Tim's hand, though it feels hotter than his mouth and it's making the skin tingle all the way up to his crotch, so that it almost feels like Tim's hand is already there.
Tim is above him now, making him tilt his head back to keep their mouths together. Which isn't at all a bad thing, it's making the kiss even better, which he wouldn't have thought could happen. He's making all kinds of desperate noises in the back of his throat, and it feels like Tim is trying to stroke them right out of him with his tongue.
The position is just a little bit weird, because... does it mean he's the girl? Does one of them have to be the girl? Does he care?
Maybe later he will, but right now it's just too good.
Tim wriggles a little closer, one knee between Kon's now, and putting his weight on the hand on Kon's thigh, which is now almost to the crease where his leg meets his hip. Tim's other hand wanders up Kon's arm, across his shoulder, to his throat and-- his head goes back even further as he arches into the caress, but it's okay that he breaks the kiss, because Tim's mouth just slips warm and wet down over his jaw and fastens on the other side of his throat.
His hand at the back of Tim's head clenches -- it's probably a good thing the hair back there is so short, or he might hurt Tim -- and his other hand slips down Tim's back to his ass.
It's so round and firm, and it fits so perfectly in his palm...
"Tim," he groans, and Tim bites his throat.
And he wants to wait for Tim's hand to finish its journey, but he doesn't remember that until he's already pulling Tim down into his lap. Tim's legs splay around his hips with Robin's reflexes, and it's just a theory, and he's pretty sure he's impaired, but that feels like Tim's erection pressing against his through their pants. He coaxes Tim in closer with the hand on his ass, and then Tim presses in closer yet.
"Tim--" Tim's mouth on his throat is almost too good, but he wants... He spreads his fingers across the back of Tim's head and tilts his head up, and kisses him again. Tim's arms go around his neck.
It can't get better than this, he thinks, plunging his tongue into Tim's mouth.
Except that then Tim starts rocking against him, and it's so much better. He's maybe grabbing Tim a little too hard, but even though Tim's making hurt-sounding noises into his mouth, he doesn't think he's actually hurting Tim.
Or at least not in any way Tim actually minds, and that makes him make some hurt-sounding noises of his own.
He's got Tim bent back in a way he'd think was maybe uncomfortable if it was anybody else, but he's seen Tim do all kinds of impossible-looking acrobatics that make this look effortless by comparison. A little like the girl, maybe. But Tim's not complaining. In fact...
Tim's teeth keep scraping his tongue and pressing into his lip. He can't believe it's accidental, not coming from Tim. And of course Tim knows that it can't hurt him -- unless he's unconscious, or maybe if he wants it to, though he really doesn't think he could concentrate that well right now -- but it makes him moan and buck just the same.
And then he bucks again, lifting his hips into Tim's, and why wasn't he doing that before now, because... he does it again. And again. And Tim clenches his hand in Kon's hair and bites down hard on his lip.
And pulls away, panting.
"Kon," he gasps. His voice is breathless and rough and it makes Kon buck harder, and Tim groans and flexes his own hips against Kon's again.
But then he clenches his jaw and shakes his head and says, "Kon, wait."
Wait. As in, stop.
As in... shit.
"Shit. Fuck, Tim, I'm sorry--"
"Hey." Tim's fingertips are on his mouth, and he really kind of wants to kiss them or suck on them. Which seems like it might be pretty girly, but like it would also be really, really hot. His dick twitches in his pants, and he groans.
Tim smirks, and then shifts his hand aside just long enough for a fleeting kiss, mostly-close-mouthed and barely long enough to register, but really just not chaste at all, before sliding his thumb back to the middle of Kon's lower lip.
Okay, he's officially totally confused.
It must show on his face, because Tim sort of half smiles and rocks his hips ever so slightly. "Mmm. Oh, man."
Is Tim trying to drive him insane?
Tim sort of... shakes himself all over without actually moving much, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. And then his eyes snap open and focus on Kon's. Sharp focus. It reminds him of this incredibly dumb assignment he has for science class where he's supposed to fill a box with dead insects stuck on pins.
Tim's making him feel pinned like that.
"Uh," he says against Tim's thumb, brilliantly.
Tim smiles again, though his eyes don't soften much. "Um." Well, at least he's not the only one... "I just... I think we need to, well, think about this." His hand slips down to cup Kon's jaw, which he takes as a sign that he's allowed to talk now.
"You think I can think right now?"
"Well, no. Neither can I, really." Tim shifts his hips, but it's more like he's uncomfortable than like he's trying to hump Kon at all. And hell, he can't be much more comfortable in his tights than Kon is in his jeans, because there's really just not enough room for his erection in there. "That's kind of the point."
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah."
Okay, obviously he actually has to contribute something to this conversation. "So... you want us to stop, so we can think." Tim nods. "After which... what?" He shifts again, and Kon moves his hands to the small of Tim's back, which he hopes is neutral enough, because he doesn't really want to let go of Tim entirely just yet.
"That'll depend on what conclusions we come to with our thinking."
"We're going to have to talk, too, aren't we?"
"Um, yeah, that will probably be best."
Setting boundaries. Stopping them before they get to -- whatever base that would've been; he'll have to ask Clark. (Or then again, maybe completely NOT.) Wanting to talk.
He grins. Tim is so the girl.
Tim is giving him a funny look. "Kon?"
Though probably blurting that out right now won't be the best way to get this to happen again.
He shakes his head, then nods. Now Tim looks confused.
Well, it serves him right.
He gives Tim a smile, puts a little heat into it -- or he hopes that's what he's doing, and he doesn't just look like a huge gaping dork. Tim grins back, and if he looks half as sexy that's all good.
Wait. Tim? Sexy?
Suddenly he gets why the stopping and thinking is a good idea. Because it's not that he doesn't want to keep doing what they were just doing, and then do it some more, but... he really needs to think about it.
"Suddenly I get why the stopping and thinking is a good idea."
"Yeah," Tim says, with a nod, and slithers off his lap. "I think it is."
Because he and Tim are friends -- maybe best friends, from his end at least; he doesn't really know enough about Tim's other life in Gotham yet to know whether he has anybody there more deserving of the title -- and he doesn't want to fuck that up for some hormone-driven groping. And if that's all this is, maybe they shouldn't do it... or maybe they should. And there's Cassie, and Steph, and all kinds of issues this raises for their relationships with the girls.
Not to mention the thing where they're both guys. And still will both be guys even if one of them is sort of the girl. And-- "Yeah."
Tim's not touching him at all now, just standing in front of him looking a little rumpled and a little flushed.
Then he leans in, still not touching, and so Kon resists the urge to reach for him. Just opens his mouth for Tim's kiss, and it's hot and good with a lot of lips and a little bit of teeth and tongue, and then Tim breaks it with one last suck to Kon's lower lip that makes his dick twitch back to life where it had been subsiding in his pants. He groans.
"Yeah," Tim says. "So." He looks up at the sky, like there was a big clock up there or something. "We've still got all afternoon... want to go work out?"
"Work out. Like... training?" Tim nods. Tim is insane. "Don't you get enough of that during the week?"
"More than, but I don't get to do it at my own Titans Tower... or with you." He slings a friendly arm around Kon's shoulders. "Come on. I'll teach you all about this great thing called 'sublimation'..."
a story or so behind, but most of my other fic can be found here
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Also, mibble.
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*MMMPH*
They are so. Freaking. HOT. And so. FREAKING. ADORABLE.
*heart*
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Sequel? Sequel? Guh.
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*snerk* Man, you know, I think I've read that fic... *g*
Thanks for the comics background. Otherwise, I'd be left without a clue... Well, I'd still read on Te's rec, and the hot smut, but still, it helps to have some idea of the characters. *g*
*reads*
Oh, man. So *hot*.
I mean, yeah, I've kinda got a soft spot for that teen making-out, for the... optimism of it, the newness.
Damn, the fact that it's taken me, like five minutes to think that snetence together, is it's hot.
Okay, there's no detailed feedback here. Just... So *Hot*.
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*bahahahaha*
you are *so* cool. you have such great dialogue.
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Being trained by Batman he'd know all about that, wouldn't he? I just love this so much. Incredibly hot kiss.
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SO HOT! So adorable!
Tim and Kon are too great together, you have to continue this. Pretty please?
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/meret/180400.html
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Possibly that pillow-fight, too.
Beyond that... we'll see.
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Buy the comics. They provide much inspiration...
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I've repressed and denied, if I ever read it...
Thanks for the comics background.
You're welcome! If the notes helped one person appreciate the story better (and apparently they did) then I don't have to feel like such a dork for having notes that long on a story this size.
Mmm. It's easy to write hot smut for these boys -- they're hot.
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So... did you get any good Tim/Kon recs? (Or any for Dick/Babs, for that matter?) Because I'd like to read some, too...
Glad you liked!
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And yeah, this Cillian Murphy bloke does look uncannily like the child SV-Lex and SV-Clark might have together... not much like the way Kon's drawn in the comics, though. You can get a good look in the pages Weirdness Magnet scanned and posted here. Kon-el is built.
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I guess they inspire me. Or, possibly, it's just Te's fault.
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And snickering at your icon.
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I'll see what I can do.
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Thanks! :)
pages Weirdness Magnet scanned and posted here
Thanks for the link! The earlier versions of him were more slender I think. Before Nifra suggested CM, I'd already started some manips of Kon and Tim based on Bela Ami guys. You might like those better. I finished them a little while ago if you want to check them out.
http://www.meret.illuminatedtext.com/konelbelami.jpg
http://www.meret.illuminatedtext.com/robinbelami.jpg
I'm thinking of starting a DC slash community, BTW, if I think there is enough interest.
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The masses have spoken. Apparently I have to write a sequel whether I want to or not. Happily, I want to.
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You are such a tease! This is so hot, and then you just leave us all hanging. Cruel and unusual punishment, man... ;) I'm glad to hear you're wanting to write a sequel.
I especially love Tim's line about sublimation - he's certainly learned it from the master. And thanks for the background summary - that knowledge added a bunch to the story.
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I hope you do start a DC-slash community! It's a brilliant idea.
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Thanks for the praise, hon.
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/meret/181105.html?mode=reply
I also have some Justice League manips on my site you might get a chuckle out of if you want to check them out.
http://www.meret.illuminatedtext.com/nonsvmanips2.html
I looked, and there is a comicslash community up already. http://www.livejournal.com/community/comicslash/
Since I know people who write x-men slash, I don't think I want to exclude them by starting an LJ just for DC. I guess I'll just try to publicize the existing comic slash one. I don't see the point of starting another for the same topic after all.
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And while I'm not the mailing list type myself, I'm curious where it is. Do you have a website for the list?
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No, I don't have a website for the list. *sigh* There just hasn't been enough going on for me to make a site. If you want I have the list of all the YJ/TT fics I know of here. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/fairady/3531.html)
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I love this fic more!
I join everybody else in asking for a sequel :)
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Glad you enjoyed!
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You are a tease, Jack; several maybes/probablys/definitelys for a sequel, and yet it's been over two years since you posted this. I mean, I understand the difficutlies of WIPs, but there can never too much Kon/Tim porn, you know? ^__^
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