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Mr. Selby’s homework was bad at the best of times, but today it really sucked. The sun was shining, the weather was a couple degrees warmer, and Tim was in a good mood.
He was singing to himself in the kitchen while making one of his freaky green smoothies and wearing nothing but some drawstring pants and a pretty extreme case of sex hair. So, yeah. Homework could, like, die, or something.
It wasn’t like he was bad at school anyway. It was just that he was a superhero. Plus, he was attending off his own back, and he had about six years on everyone in his class. At least the whole attending voluntarily thing got him out of detention because from what he could remember that used to suck.
Truthfully, the whole school thing was a piece of cake compared to how he remembered it. He’d decided to go back because he cared about his future and wanted to explore all his options (not because Clark suggested it). Dying really had a way of making you see the light.
That was true for a lot of things apparently. Kon’s eyes followed Tim in the kitchen. There were some sexy red spots on his neck and a bruise beneath the knot of scarring on his torso that matched the shape of Kon’s mouth which was very exciting.
He’d thought of Tim like that before he died but only sort of. He liked to think the whole death thing had helped him grow up a little. Made him stronger and wiser. Got him some of that life experience Ma always said he needed, or death experience, ha!
It’d changed Tim for sure. All the death had made him stronger and better and really dangerous… It’d also driven him batshit insane. Thinking about that cowl and the whole wannabe mad scientist act still gave him shivers so it was safe to say he’d had a lot to think through.
And think he had. He’d even thrown some self-reflection in there because that was super important for not becoming an evil, bald megalomaniac, or so he’d heard. Honestly, none of it had helped much.
What’d really shed some light on things in the end was watching some dumb horror movie at the Tower. Tim had gripped his arm like some scared girl and Kon had almost snickered before realizing he’d popped the most outrageous erection of his life.
And, well, Kon wasn’t gonna ignore what one of his favorite assets was trying to tell him.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ Tim asked in an amused voice, ‘or should I ask if you’re enjoying me?’
The muscles of Tim’s abdomen rippled when he brushed up against the cold counter and his breath hitched so dirtily that Kon moved his powers up a rank on the list of favorite assets (they were definitely top three). He really, really loved listening to Tim. The gentle thud of his heart, the rush of his blood through his veins, these subaudible moans during sex that were so, so sexy they made Kon’s teeth ache with arousal.
‘Zip it,’ Kon put a finger to his lips, ‘busy.’
Truth was, he was pretty attuned to Tim. When he’d heard him confess his feelings he’d known it was wrong but it wasn’t like he could’ve just… stopped listening. Rob was his own worst enemy with his over-thinking and his too-clever brain and what was the point in having powers if Kon couldn’t use them? Tim liked him back and to hell if Kon was gonna let his freaky mind or some questionable morals get in the way of that.
The real question here was what he was gonna do about it? He wasn’t the kinda guy to beat around the bush but he also wasn’t some needy girlfriend who fooled around with someone and needed to know if it meant they were goin’ steady… except he kinda was.
Before, he could just save some sweet guy or gal’s life and he was golden but Tim was different. Tim was, like, Tim and Kon didn’t wanna lose him because that would suck almost as much as dying.
He wasn’t totally sure when this kinda thing got all complicated but he’d heard Tim say he needed time in a voice like taut strings so Kon would give him as much as he needed. That was their dynamic. Tim needed and Kon delivered, usually in the form of kicking ass. He was kinda like that pizza guy in that Fleischer movie… although that’d ended with an explosion and some blood and a couple of flamethrowers which were awesome but totally not the right analogy.
He’d just have to settle for having Tim under him with his ass up and his face pressed into a drool-stained pillow for now. It was hard but he could put up with it for a bit if he had to.
It didn’t change the fact that somehow, Tim’s ex had taken offense to his generous decision to give Tim the time he needed. She didn’t like that they were having sex without being straight with each other… and obviously, he didn’t like that either but what was he supposed to do? He sure as hell didn’t wanna scare Tim away by doing something as stupid as moving too fast.
There’d been a few threats involved and her shovel talk packed one hell of a punch. Too bad there was only space in his life for one blonde girl who scared him and that place was already taken. That other thing she’d said though… about Tim being scared he’d react badly…
He couldn’t remember a time his mood had soured so quickly. Maybe when Roxy’d poured lemon juice all over his freshly washed bedsheets (and he didn’t wash them all that much back then so they were sacred) while making lemon drop martinis… but at least then he’d had a martini to make him feel better. Sure, Steph had backed off after that, muttering something about bad phrasing and swallowing the foot in her damn mouth but that didn’t change the way his whole body tensed whenever he thought about Tim being scared of him.
Tim was supposed to trust him. Hell, he’d promised to trust him. Hurt feelings aside, wasn’t he a literal sparkly-toothed, bouncy-curled, superpowered superhero?
He slicked a finger and wrapped it around a lock of hair at the center of… okay, maybe his hair was a little too long for the spit curl. That didn’t mean he wasn’t half-superman. Even if he didn’t like Tim back (for some crazy reason) he wasn’t gonna be an asshole about it.
There was no secretive way to deal with that kinda trust issue, mainly because it tied his stomach in knots so bad it was worse… okay, it wasn’t worse than kryptonite but it still packed a punch, like, emotionally.
He really should put everything on the table and if it was up to him he would. Hell, he’d tell Tim in a heartbeat. The problem was, well, the problem was Tim (and Kon meant that in the most affectionate way possible).
Talking scared the living daylights out of him. He scarpered at the sight of genuine affection - and Kon was nothing if not genuine - so he had to be subtle, which maybe wasn’t his strongest suit because he’d tried like, everything. Sex, some gentle manipulation, and… okay, that was it but apparently the part of his DNA that was an evil bald guy wasn’t strong enough because he wasn’t very good at it. Was it weird that disappointed him a little?
The truth was there was nothing he could do but wait for Tim to tell him… and that wasn’t including the way that he’d babbled slurred I love yous while Kon fucked him brainless. Even if watching Tim lose control had been so, so hot he’d forgotten how to breathe for a moment (in, out, expand, contract, for the record).
It was difficult to lounge around and wait for your totally hot best friend to confess his undying love but Kon could manage. It even gave him time to prove he could be a super epic boyfriend. Sure, he didn’t have the best track record but Tim was Tim and he felt like the endgame.
‘Open,’ Tim said softly. He pressed his fingers to his lips and Kon didn’t even think before obeying. He was rewarded with a piece of sugary cinnamon dough.
‘Oh man, is that for me?’ Kon eyed the snack in Tim’s hand. The bakery across the street was almost enough to make hanging in Gotham worth it.
‘It’s your favorite Conner, who else would I buy it for?’ Tim rolled his eyes warmly and handed him the donut. Kon grabbed his wrist before he could pull away.
‘Sweet,’ he drawled, letting his fingers trace Tim’s fluttering pulse before pulling back.
That was another thing. Kon knew Tim pretty damn well but now he had to figure him out in a whole new way. Finding out what did it for him in bed was awesome but sounding him out in the other romance-y ways was hard. Tim could get in his head over the freakiest things and Kon didn’t want him to feel pressured.
It was like being some weirdly hot teacher whose student outsmarted him but like, not when it came to people. He just had to suck it up and teach Tim how to take their relationship to a new level, one that suited them better, emphasis on the suck.
Tim’s thumb brushed the corner of his mouth and he jolted.
‘Dude,’ he complained, cheeks pinking at the thought of Tim watching him while he spaced out like a bonehead.
‘Sugar,’ Tim murmured.
‘Say something next time,’ Kon brushed his hand away with a scowl while Tim laughed, the cocky bastard. His hand lingered on Kon’s jaw, eyes narrowed in concentration. He looked at Kon sort of like he was his new favorite science project and Kon found that hot as hell… which probably said a lot about his daddy issues.
‘Are you too… tired?’ Tim asked with emphasis, suddenly and oh-so-arousingly shy. Dear god, Tim was gonna kill him and it was gonna be so, so sweet.
‘The name’s Superboy for a reason, babe.’
Tim bent down to kiss him and that was still so awesome. Tim was a pretty epic kisser. He tasted like sweet cinnamon sugar and Kon wasn’t gonna say no to that.
‘Knew you’d been teasing me on purpose,’ Kon pouted a little before tossing his boring homework so something much more exciting could climb onto his lap. Tim looked a little too smug so Kon subtly adjusted his tactile T.K so it was ultra-smooth and-
‘Conner,’ he hissed in his actually annoyed voice as he fell forward onto Kon’s chest, ‘be careful. I’m still sore.’
Kon let his aura spread across the tense muscles in Tim’s back, not trying to change anything, just feeling the bumps in his skin, the rough scars, and the satisfying full-bodied shudder when Tim registered the touch.
‘I’m always gentle with you,’ Kon replied sanctimoniously. It was pretty amazing that Kon could hold back like he did considering he’d never really had to. Tana had a much less powerful Superboy to play with and Cassie was Cassie and the others didn’t really matter. Kon couldn’t even thread a hand through Tim’s hair while he sucked him and that, well, sucked. But Ma always said practice makes perfect and Kon was a very big fan of the practice.
Tim made a quiet sound under his breath and Kon was, once again, certain that his powers were his greatest asset. He cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss filled with everything that he wanted to say (which apparently included a lot of tongue).
‘You’ve been working too hard,’ he said when he pulled back, running his lips along the two-day stubble on Tim’s jaw, ‘two days,’ he added by way of explanation. The not-quite hair scratched his lips and it made him wish that he could feel it properly. Weirdly, he couldn’t imagine anything better than getting stubble burn from kissing Tim silly.
Tim smiled and then his face paled. His head drooped suddenly like a puppet with its strings cut. Kon’s heart jolted on instinct.
‘Timmy?’ his voice came out soft as Ma’s wool sweaters.
‘I’m fine,’ Tim breathed a laugh, ‘it’s funny because I was gonna call you a lifesaver and then I realized that you literally are because if you’d never come back I don’t know if I’d be here.’
‘Tim,’ Kon swallowed the lump in his throat and cupped the back of Tim’s head in his palm, thumb brushing the slightly rough patch of scarring that Tim hated oh-so-much.
‘No, it’s fine,’ Tim brushed him off, ‘it’s been ages now. I just thought it was funny that’s all.’
Kon dug his thumb into the soft skin behind Tim’s ear, trying and failing to get him to look up, ‘I’m right here, Tim. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Cross my heart, hope to die.’
Tim snorted wetly and Kon amended, ‘okay, bad phrasing but the point is, you’re not getting rid of me, alright?’
‘Yeah,’ Tim said in a rough voice, he rubbed his cheeks quickly, ‘I know. Thanks.’
‘Anytime, dude. You know that.’
Tim looked up at him with watery eyes and red cheeks and it really, really sucked. What was the point in his stupid powers if they didn’t help Tim? He stretched his TTK over every inch of his body and leaned close enough that he could taste the salty residue on his cheeks. Tim rubbed his nose against Kon’s jaw with another weak laugh.
‘You look like a kicked puppy,’ he smiled helplessly into his neck. Kon would probably kick a few puppies if it made Tim smile… but only a few. ‘God, it’s not your fault that I’m hormonal, Kon. If anything, you’re-’ he stopped abruptly.
Kon’s vision softened as he focussed on the blood rushing through Tim’s veins. His heart raced rabbit fast and his breath whistled through his airways.
‘I-’
Kon blinked and the sounds melted away. It was like coming up for air after drowning.
‘You can tell me,’ he urged. Mentally, he promised Tim the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life if he just said the words. It was a generous offer, he was pretty damn good at it and he wasn’t scared of a little gagging if-
‘Did I ruin the mood?’ Tim asked, fingers trailing over the back of Kon’s neck in such a casual gesture that his chest swelled smugly. Tim didn’t touch anyone like he touched him and that sent a thrill down his spine.
‘Not possible,’ Kon refuted. Tim was horny and it was all for him and that was never gonna get old. He tilted his head up in invitation and Kon swooped down to kiss his chapped lips, groaning as his mouth opened without hesitation.
Tim’s hands tangled in Kon’s hair and he rocked a little in Kon’s lap which was really awesome.
Tim made a low sound, ‘you’re already… have you ever tested out your refractory period?’
Of course he had. That was an area of his powers he’d explored extensively almost as soon as he’d come out of the tube.
‘You offering?’ Kon replied, rolling his hips, ‘because I don’t have evening plans.’
Tim gasped as he moved. ‘Uh-huh,’ he panted, ‘I’ll… take notes.’
Kon made an obscene noise that didn’t belong in Tim’s nicely decorated living room. They met lips and Kon jerked back suddenly. Worst. Timing. Ever.
‘Just heard a scream. End of the road. Be right back.’
He was changed and out the window in less than a second, Bart would’ve been proud. At the end of Tim’s street, there was a woman in a green coat and a red hat. She stumbled drunkenly across the cobblestone.
‘Woah,’ he tried not to sound a little miffed as he landed beside her. He caught her before she could fall in her wobbly heels, ‘be careful there, doll. You’ll hurt yourself on this uneven ground.’
‘Be careful,’ she snapped ungratefully, after ruining all his lovely evening plans as well, ‘be careful? That guy took my purse. What’s the point in all you Bats if you’re just gonna show up after everything’s happened.’
‘Uh, okay,’ Kon gave her a baffled look, ‘I’ll just go get your purse.’
Kon kicked off the ground and gained altitude until he saw a guy weaving in and out of people on the sidewalk holding a yellow purse. He swooped down, hovering a few meters off the ground as he used his tactile telekinesis to pull him into the air by his ankle.
‘Awesome, right? If I can touch it I can control it. Really comes in handy or, like… footy?’ Kon made a face, ‘not my best.’
He plucked the bag from the guy’s hands, enjoying the terrified look in his eyes. He flew the guy up into the air, a little higher than necessary for his own amusement, and then back toward the woman. He landed and swiftly knocked the guy out with some tactile T.K to the pressure points (like Tim taught him).
‘No. I’m not missing my evening telly to talk to some policeman who won’t do anything about it anyway.’
‘Evening telly,’ repeated the most disapproving voice Kon had ever heard.
He spun around to see Tim lower his phone from his ear. Kon’s heart did something weird in his chest as he looked at him. His dark hair, the reddish scar behind his ear, the lighter one on his throat, the thin set of his lips. He hadn’t even bothered to put on shoes, just a domino and Kon’s sweater to cover his chest.
Kon had never written a love song but he was pretty sure Tim would make a good one.
‘You,’ the woman said suddenly, pointing at him.
‘Me?’ Kon mouthed and shot Tim a concerned look. She stalked forward and snatched the yellow bag out of his hands.
Kon spluttered. ‘A thank you would’ve been nice,’ he yelled after her as she walked away. She flipped him off over her shoulder and he scoffed. The Gotham ladies were something else.
‘I had it handled,’ he said when he turned back to Tim, not unkindly but he had a tone.
Tim folded his arms over his chest, ‘I just wanted to help.’
‘I think I can handle some petty theft just fine.’
‘You- This is Gotham, not Smallville. I couldn’t just wait. Sorry. You’re not… ’ Tim stared hard at his feet, ‘you don’t know what you can handle.’
Oh. Oh. There was a lot to unpack in those few words but Kon got the feeling they were more about Tim than himself, what he could handle, how much he could cope with, how scary it was to wait alone, and how… He folded into himself, shoulders hunched up, teeth buried into his lower lip. Kon had no idea what he was thinking but it didn’t look good.
‘Next time, put some shoes on,’ Kon said, stepping closer to him, ‘this is Gotham who knows what kinda diseases you might get.’
Tim looked up at him hopefully, so small and wide-eyed that Kon could almost believe he wasn’t one of the most dangerous people he knew.
‘But I-’
‘Don’t worry about it, buddy,’ Kon shrugged, ‘no harm, no foul.’
If it made Tim feel better to help him stop small crimes with none of his weapons or armor then fine. Better that than anything more superpower-y. The thought of Tim going up against some supervillain like Metallo or Lex alone - without all his freaky bat-tech (and maybe even with it) - gave him goosebumps.
Tim looked at him for a moment with the kind of scrutiny he reserved for crime scenes. Kon kept his shoulders loose and his expression easy.
‘Alright,’ Tim said in a small voice, relaxing slightly. He turned and Kon watched as he made his way toward the corner, the soles of his socks dark and damp.
‘What’re you doing?’ Tim turned back suddenly. Kon blinked. ‘Come on…’ he reached out a hand, ‘let’s go home.’
The golden band on Tim’s finger caught the light and Kon ran his thumb over his own instinctively. Home. Their home. With the comfortable couch and the big television and that one ugly lamp that’d made Tim laugh and the blanket Aunt Martha had crocheted for winter. Who was he to resist an offer like that?
‘Lead the way,’ he said, clasping Tim’s smaller hand in his own. He leaned in close when he caught up, ‘I believe we have evening plans.’
Tim shuddered and then snapped, ‘you cannot keep doing this to me in public.’
Still, he picked up his pace a little. Kon grinned and let Tim drag him home.