In Your Room
by Te
February 18, 2004

Disclaimers: They aren't mine. I'm just clinging

Spoilers: Ha! No.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Summary: Kon pays Tim a visit. Porn ensues.

Author's Note: The real note could possibly be
considered -- *choke* -- a spoiler, so this is just
to say that I own my 80s childhood.

Part of the Connection series, sometime after
"As a whirlwind."

Acknowledgments: To Jack and Livia for
audiencing and helpful suggestions. To Molly for
finding the song for me.

Feedback: Always.


It's yet one more thing to be ridiculously, painfully
excited about. He's flown over this house countless
times -- even more *before* he knew Tim actually
lives here. He's picked him *up* from this house as
Conner Kent, friendly, random, and not-at-all-super

He's had the absolutely hilarious -- and panic-inducing
-- experience of sitting in the living room while Tim's
brain-meltingly normal parents did brain-meltingly
normal parent things and Tim just completely failed to

Except for how he totally did, because as near as
*Kon* could tell, Tim's parents hadn't really picked
up on anything but "Tim is embarrassed" as opposed
to "Tim is *justthisclose* to losing his shit. "

Probably a function of spending so much time trying
to make out expressions when Tim was wearing that
mask. Every time the guy's eyebrow twitched Kon
could feel his body trying to jump into fight *and*
flight mode.

Which would've been bad.

Still. They'd managed, and now he's... here. Holiest
of holies. Tim's *actual bedroom*. And the
brain-meltingly normal parents are... "Where?"

"Dinner and a movie," Tim says from somewhere
behind him.

"So your parents are on, like, a *date*?"

"For a few hours, anyway."

He gets it. Not *too* much time. And it's not like he's
a girl or something. He's not feeling the need to sit
calmly and talk about his feelings or some crap.
But... "I've never seen your room before," he says.

Tim snorts, and then there are hands on his hips,
warm and hard. "I still haven't seen yours," Tim
whispers against his neck.

He rocks back into Tim before the words really
register. "What, in *Smallville*? You know you can
show up anytime, in costume or out. The Kents
will probably bake you a pie and knit you a new
freaking cape or something."

He can feel Tim smiling against the back of his
neck, and those hands start sliding up his chest.

"It's not... it's not really *my* room, you know?"
He catches one of Tim's hands in his own.

Tim squeezes it. "Neither is this. Not as much as...
you know."

He does. And Tim has about six hideouts and
fully-stocked lairs that he *knows* about, and it's

It makes him want to buy posters and stuff for his
room at the Tower, and maybe start leaving things --
not presents, really, but... *things* -- in Robin's
room. Just so maybe they'll have places that are

Not Superboy's or Robin's and *not* Conner Kent's
or Tim-Drake-the-perfectly-normal-if-really-freaking-

"Is it... weird? For me to be here. For... this."

"In a good way."

And that's... yeah. That's exactly right, in the way he
has to drag Tim's hand up to his mouth and bite his
fingers to keep from saying something even

Tim sighs against the back of his neck and wraps his
other arm around Kon's waist, taking that last step
closer and pressing himself all along Kon's back. Kon
spreads his legs and Tim slides one of his own

Just that good.

He sucks two of Tim's fingers into his mouth and
bends his knees enough to get Tim's thigh in a
*good* place.

"You know..." Tim's voice is low and breathy.


"I've got a bed right there. We can..." He rocks
against Kon's ass and Kon sucks harder for a moment
before tugging Tim's fingers out of his mouth.

"What do you want to do?"

"A lot."

Kon grins. "That's good. 'A lot' works for me,
surprisingly enough."

And Tim slides his hand from Kon's stomach down
to his jeans, cupping him and kissing his neck.

"Really... *really* works for me."

And Tim's riding him with the heel of his hand and
Tim's *biting* the back of his neck, but Tim's *also*
pushing him. Bed, yeah.

Kon crawls onto the perfectly-made-up and normal
little twin bed and groans as soon as his face hits
the pillow. He's never... "Smells like you."

"I *do* sleep here five days a week." And Tim
straddles his thighs and slides his hands up over
Kon's back.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah. Just... don't move for a second."

Kon grins into the pillow. "Whatever you say, man."
And takes a deep breath.

"You're... sniffing the pillow."

"I like the way you smell."

"You've been spending too much time with Krypto."

Kon uses the TK to hold Tim still -- for just long
enough that he won't be able to move before Kon
reaches back and smacks him.


Kon grins a little more. "You should be proud of me.
Applied use of superpowers."

Tim strokes his way up Kon's back, using just
enough pressure to ruck his t-shirt a little. "We
*could* just practice."

"So long as I get to watch you do those stretches."


"Hey, those stretches put good, practical ideas in my

Tim shifts a little and pushes Kon's t-shirt up for real,
digging in with his thumbs on either side of Kon's
spine and stroking down slow.


"You just want my legs on your shoulders."

Kon blinks. "Right fucking *now*, actually --"


Tim's palms are flat on his back, and even if he
*didn't* trust Tim to come up with some good ideas
of his own -- which he absolutely does -- it would
give Kon pause. He doesn't get enough of Tim's
bare hands on his skin. It's a kink in its own right,
and just as soon as he can come up with a
non-dorky way to say "your calluses are fucking
sexy," he'll let Tim know.

With more than just the sound he makes when Tim
starts... petting him.

Hard, even strokes, all over his back.

"I think... *you* need a dog." It doesn't come out as
teasing as he wants it to.

"I'm content. Besides, your noises are better than


Tim presses in with his fingertips and slides his
hands down until they curl under the waistband of
Kon's jeans. It doesn't tickle so much as make him


"Mm. Hang on a sec."

The mattress dips and rises as Tim moves, and then
there are hands on his ankles, working on the
fastenings of his boots. Kon thinks about pointing out
that he's more than capable of taking off his own
boots, but there's something about the way Tim
strokes his ankles through the socks that's just...

This isn't just the annoying necessary stripping before
the Good Stuff. Whatever Tim's plan is, this is part of

Kon nuzzles the pillow and lets Tim go for it, mattress
shifting more until Tim's stroking his way up Kon's
calves, pausing at the backs of his knees before
moving up his thighs, slower and harder.

Tim gives his ass a hard, lingering squeeze and then
cups his hips. Kon lifts up, moving onto his knees
long enough for Tim to open his fly and drag down
his jeans and jockeys before lying back down again.
The comforter is dry and too soft on his hardening
dick. He takes a breath and Tim pulls his pants and
jockeys *all* the way off and... nothing.

Or... not nothing.

He's known Tim long enough to pretty much always
know when he's being watched, and he's being
watched right now.

It's not cold in Tim's room, but it's still... really
obvious that he's naked except for the t-shirt
bunched up in his pits.

"Can I turn over yet?"

Tim digs his thumbs into the backs of Kon's thighs
and works his way back up again. "Not yet."

Those calluses feel even better on his ass. "Yeah,

"I just..."


"Remember when I was... when I was sucking you
back at the Tower?"

Kon groans and tries to stop himself from humping
Tim's bed. And then remembers that there's absolutely
no reason not to. "Yeah, I do. You were so..." Hungry.
He doesn't think there's anything hotter than Tim
sucking him off. He hasn't managed to last long
enough to get past the sounds Tim makes and the
general sense of 'oh Jesus yes.'

"Yeah..." There's a throaty undertone in Tim's voice
that isn't a growl or a purr, and he slides his hand
between Kon's thighs and starts playing with his balls.


"I want..."

"Tell me."

Tim takes a hitching breath and squeezes Kon's balls
before pressing up behind them with his thumb. And
sliding up and back.


"You liked it... when I did that." Tim circles Kon's
hole with his thumb, not -- quite -- pushing in.

"I like it *now*."

Tim's laugh is a little shaky. "I know, I just --"

"Fuck me." He feels himself blushing, and lifts up on
his elbow enough to turn around. Tim's eyes are
zeroed in on his own. "I mean --"

"I want to."

"God..." He's so hard he has to *move*. And then just
hump against the sheets a little more.

"Kon." Tim grabs his hips. "I want to do... I mean, I
think --"

"Anything." Kon can't look at him. "Tim, you can -- I
want everything from you."

Tim doesn't say anything, just squeezes his hips hard
enough that it would probably hurt if he was normal
and moves, pressing himself down against Kon's body
and grabbing and sliding one hand down Kon's arm
until their fingers are twined. Tim's other hand is on
the back of his neck, still for a second before he
presses his thumb down against the base of Kon's
scalp and slides it *up*, quick and hard enough to
make him jerk.

And Tim's mouth is on his own just that fast, a
messy, searching kiss that... really says a lot.

When Kon opens his eyes Tim is looking at him
again, eyes wide and teeth digging into his own lip.

"I meant it. I *want* you. It's just..." Huge and a
little scary how much.

Tim nods and squeezes his hand, and Kon knows
he heard everything he did and didn't say.

And probably thought it first. He grins. "So you
want my ass."

"It's a nice ass."

"I've... uh. Had the same thought about yours."

Tim tenses and rocks against the base of Kon's
spine, obviously hard even through his jeans. And
just... he's thinking about Kon fucking *him* which
just... He cranes his neck as much as he can and slips
his hand out of Tim's, groping up and back until he
can pull Tim into another kiss.

Tim sucks his tongue and moans, short and sharp,
not quite thrusting against Kon's back. So good. So
*hot*, and he thinks he might have to kill someone
if they don't get a whole night for this *soon*.

Maybe in the Tower. There has to be some kind of
hidden basement or something, or maybe Tim can
just coach him on his heat vision well enough for
Kon to weld one of their doors shut.

"Come on, do it. I --"

Tim bites his lip hard enough to almost hurt and
holds on, staring into Kon's eyes for a long moment,
a *hot* moment that makes Kon start to sweat,
before he lets go.

"Jesus, Tim."

"Yeah. Don't move."

And Tim twists out of Kon's hold and slides back
down his body, cupping his ass and mouthing a hot,
slow kiss to the base of his spine. Every touch of Tim's
tongue twists *something* tighter, pulls him tense
and makes him shiver until the feel of Tim spreading
his cheeks is a weird kind of relief.

And then it's just not, at *all*, because Tim's *licking*
him, and on the one hand it makes things make a lot
more sense -- Tim was hesitant to ask, but Kon thinks
he might have swallowed his own tongue if he'd
tried -- but on the other hand... there is no other hand,
because both of *his* hands are tangled in the sheets
and Tim is...

Tim is holding him open and licking *in*, licking like
the first really *serious* kiss, the first *dirty* kiss
and --

"Fuck, so *wet* --"

And Tim makes a little humming sound from right *there*
and Kon's thighs fan open completely without his
direction. Tim makes another one of those noises and
digs his fingers into Kon's ass and starts *fucking* him
and it's...

It's nothing like his finger had been. It feels *deeper*,
even though it can't be, it feels... Kon's face is hot and
his dick is so hard it *hurts*, and he hears himself
groaning the way he usually doesn't unless his face is
pressed to some part of Tim's body. Like the way Tim's
face is pressed to his ass.

"Good. Oh God, *Tim* --"

And Tim slows *down*, and he can't stop his hips
from bucking, can't stop himself from tearing at the
sheets a little and moaning into the pillow. He can
*feel* it more. Every flick of the tip and the slick,
muscular *slide* of the rest.

It's a tease and it's a promise, and he'd only thought
he wanted everything before. He wants it *now* and
he wants it hard and if he could just...

He reaches back blindly, clumsily, and Tim doesn't
even *pause*. Shoves his tongue in deep and lets go
of one cheek long enough to grab Kon's hand and
drag it down. Kon gasps and holds himself open and
Tim strokes his wrist and forearm, *pets* him and
goes back to tongue-fucking him.

"God, *please*."

And Tim reaches up and in and pushes *hard* on
that spot behind his balls.

"You... you're gonna make me come..."

Tim *growls* against him and presses harder, tongues
*faster*. Tim *wants* him to come, God, on his
*bed*. Five nights a week. Five...

"Oh fuck -- oh *fuck* --"

Tim shoves in *deep* and Kon whimpers and shoots,
clawing at the mattress with his free hand and
shoving his face into the pillow. Tim kisses him slow,
in a way that would probably be sweet and comforting
if he wasn't still making love to Kon's ass.

Kon gasps and whimpers again, dick twitching.

Shivers when Tim pulls away.


Slow, hard stroke over his ass. "Mm."

"I think you broke my brain, man."

"You came on my sheets." There's a smile in his voice.
"And my tongue feels..."

"Really good. Just trust me on that. Jesus."

"I want to make you do it again."

"Oh, *fuck* --"

"I want to smell it even after I change the sheets. And
then I just want to... I want to know you came right
*there*, even after everything is gone."

And Kon gets an image, vivid and *real*, of Tim
pressing his face to the mattress and taking a deep,
slow breath and that's it, he's hard again. "Tim."

"Me, too. I just... let me --"


"And if you say *that* again, I'm going to come in
my pants. Jesus, Kon..."

He squeezes his eyes shut and rocks into the wet
spot, and bites his lip at the sound of Tim's unzipping.
Slowly. And he knows it's probably not *supposed*
to be a tease -- if he had to deal with his pants right
now, he'd be careful, *too* -- but it feels like one. A
good one.

Tim bends over Kon, one palm flat between his shoulder
blades, and... reaches under the mattress.

"You keep your slick under the *bed*? *You*?"

Tim snickers. "Strategy. If there's something
incriminating in an obvious hiding place..."

"... then there might not be *non*-obvious hiding
places. Fuck, I love your brain."

"Good to know." And Tim moves back again, pausing
with his hands on Kon's ass before leaning in and licking
a hot, wet line all the way up Kon's spine.


"I think I could do that all day."

"I think I'm okay with that."

Tim's smile is slick and hard against Kon's back, and
then he's up and spreading Kon again, pushing in with
one finger and making him tense. "Sorry --"

"No, it's... don't stop."

"Okay. I..." And Tim pushes in all the way, and Kon
can't tell which of them is gasping.


And Tim starts thrusting, and Kon's body can't really
classify *how* it feels, beyond hot and strange and a
little wrong and *hot*. The first time Tim had done it
Kon had been too busy coming to register anything.
Which is just proof that they need to keep having sex
at least until he can make it five minutes without
losing all brain function.

Or just... never stop. Tim slips out and comes back
with two, pushing in slow and *twisting*.

"Oh man..."

"You... you're so *tight*."

"Jesus. I think that's the hottest thing anyone's ever
said to me."

Tim's laugh is choked and he doesn't *stop*, twisting
and *bending* his fingers and spreading Kon with his
other hand and --

Breath, hot and damp and Kon flexes around his
fingers and Tim *licks* him again. All around his own
fingers and pushing in just a little between, and Kon
watches his vision try to white out and bites the
fucking *pillow*. "*Tim* --"

"You have no *idea* how hot this looks."

"You don't know how it *feels* --"

And Tim groans against him and keeps licking around
and around with the briefest dips *in* and Kon can
hear the sheets ripping and he *knows* he's
supposed to be more careful, but he *can't*.

Too good. *Much* too good, and he can't wait for
more and he can't wait to do it to Tim. Legs over his
shoulders... fuck, he could do this against a wall. He
could do this in the *sky*.

And Tim pulls back with a gasp. "I can't... I have to
be inside you, Kon --"

"*Do* it."

Tim whimpers and slides his fingers out, and there's
a *wet* sound behind him that Kon *knows* is Tim
slicking his dick and it's just too hot for words. The
first push is even hotter, with Tim bracing himself
on one hand and Kon can *see* it.

The way he has to be holding himself, guiding it *in*,
and Kon groans and pushes back and *Tim* groans
and Kon's mind doesn't even exist anymore. Tim's
pushing his *dick* into his ass and they're in Tim's
*bed* --

"*Kon* --"

He rocks back harder and Tim groans again and
grabs Kon's shoulder like he's about to fall over.

"I waited. Too long..."

"Oh God, are you gonna come?"

And Tim makes a sound like he's *dying* and *slams*
in, all the way, balls slapping against Kon's ass and Kon
can't even shout. It's not that it hurts, it's just... it's
*Tim*. Inside him and --

Kon breathes, and feels Tim *shaking*. He reaches
back and strokes Tim's hip, but he just shakes harder.

"Can't -- I have to --"

"Don't. Don't try to control yourself -- *fuck* --"

Tim's biting his shoulder and *yelling* and, God,
fucking him hard and fast and crying out on every
stroke. Or maybe Kon is. Kon wants to be on his back
for this, he wants to *see* this, but it's almost
enough with the way he can *feel* Tim losing it, with
the way there's just no rhythm, nothing to hold on
to but shredded sheets and the way Tim is cursing
and apologizing and *fucking* him.

*Using* him. "Tim... oh Tim don't stop --"

"I *can't* --"

And Tim sounds angry and he sounds *lost* and Kon
feels himself shooting pre-come into the mess he's
already left behind. He holds on to the mattress and
takes it, groaning when Tim *stops*.

He can feel him coming. Coming in his *ass*, and
he clutches Tim's thigh while he rides it out and
*wants*. Squeezes harder when Tim makes a choked
sound into his shoulder, and tries not to squirm too

And shivers when Tim presses a shaky kiss to his

"I meant. To make that better."

Kon snorts into the pillow. "I'm sorry, you screwed
up *so badly* that I'm never going to let you do it
again. God, you freak, that was *hot*."

"I don't think I've come that hard since... ever."

"You were pretty wild."

"You... make me crazy."

Kon takes a shaky breath. "You know it's mutual,

"Yeah." Tim plants his hands on either side of him.
"I think this is going to feel weird."

"Okay, I -- fuck."

Tim pets up his back and down his sides. "Okay?"

"Yeah, I... really need to come."

"Mm. On my bed."

Kon smiles into the pillow. "You're pretty focused."

"It's one of my good qualities."

"Do I get to turn over, at least? This is kind of...

Tim slides his hands under Kon's shoulders. "Come
up here..."

"I should make you lift me." Kon grins at Tim's snort
and plants his knees, sitting up.

And Tim wraps his arms around Kon's chest and tugs
until Kon's kneeling over Tim's thighs. "Like this," he
says, and slides one hand down until it's wrapped
around Kon's dick.

"Mm. I want to kiss you."

"Lean back..." And Tim licks a stripe over Kon's cheek
and into his mouth. He tastes --

Kon blinks and sucks Tim's tongue because that's
dirty and wrong and he hadn't even *thought* --

And Tim grins into the kiss and fucks his mouth and
jerks him hard. Tim licks his *tongue*, and it's just...
it's like there are layers to this whole thing, and he
hasn't found the last one yet. Or maybe like he'd
jumped in a puddle and wound up in the ocean. It
doesn't make any sense and he doesn't want it to.

Tim is dirty and porny and sexy -- and apparently
likes it from the back -- and he's just going to go with
that. He twists his head to get a deeper kiss and
wraps both hands around the arm Tim has around
his chest to keep from reaching down.

He wants Tim to get him off.

He's... really just not going to get tired of that. Or
of *feeling* Tim register what he's doing in the way
he tightens up all over and tightens his hold on Kon.
On Kon's *dick* --

"Fuck, yeah --"

And Tim bites hot little kisses all over Kon's cheek,
down to his jaw and throat, and then just... rests his
chin on Kon's shoulder.

"You're watching yourself jerk me off?"

"I want to *see* you come."

"Fuck. Just keep... just keep saying stuff like that --"

Tim nuzzles his ear and breathes, making Kon shiver
and tense. "It's... not always easy."

Kon hears himself whine high in his throat.

"You turn me on so much. I..." Tim trails off, breathing

"Say it. Tell me what you want."

"What you do. Everything. I want everything from you
and --"

"God. Fuck -- more --" He thrusts into Tim's fist and
Tim bites his ear.

"I told you. I jerk off thinking about you. Right here
in this bed..."

"Oh, *fuck*, Tim --"

"I've wanted to fuck you for so *long*, Kon --"

Kon's fists clench and Tim hisses in pain. He rips his
hands away from Tim's arm and clenches them at his
sides. "S-sorry --"

"Don't --"

"*Tim* --"

And Tim shoves his tongue into Kon's ear and scrapes
short nails over his nipple and *squeezes*. Kon hears
himself moaning, hears himself *sobbing*, and can't
stop fucking Tim's fist.

"Please --"

"I need this," Tim whispers, and Kon arches and comes,
eyes squeezed shut and something like helpless.

And then everything is just sensation. The sweat
they're both covered in and the *smell* of them. Sex
and Tim and himself and Tim's come drying on his
thighs and Tim's mouth against his ear.

He feels like he's just a badly connected set of body
parts, and Tim's the only solid thing in the world, and
he *can't*. He pulls away and turns, shaky and clumsy
enough that he nearly falls off the bed before he can
get his TK back under control. And then he just wraps
himself around Tim and holds on, resting his lips
against Tim's throat in something too messy and
awkward to be a kiss.


"I've got you," Tim says, and it's just the most obvious
thing in the universe.

Kon groans and pulls on him until they collapse mostly
on the bed. His cheek lands in... dammit. He hit the
*pillow*? "You're so next in line for the wet spot, man."

Tim snickers at him.

"I'm not kidding."

Tim keeps snickering. Right.

Kon grabs Tim with his hands *and* the TK and
eventually wrestles him down. And keeps him there.

Tim completely fails to stop snickering.


"Hmm." Tim grins at him over his shoulder, mostly
with his eyes, and then *licks* the pillow.

"Are you trying to *kill* me?"

"Well. We should have at *least* another hour..."

Which means 'an hour before Tim thinks they have
to get dressed,' as opposed to 'an hour before Tim's
parents get home.'

Kon grins back at him.

He can work with that.


Author's Note: This story exists because there are now
*two* lj icons floating around with Robin rimming
Superboy. I'm not made of stone, dude.

.The honey we made.