Disclaimers: So *very* not mine.
Spoilers: Not a one.
Summary: Kon keeps it simple. Tim approves.
Ratings Note: NC-17.
Author's Note: I think kissing snippets are a good
idea, don't you?
Acknowledgments: To LC for audiencing.
Kon totally has a plan.
Normally, this would be a cause for alarm -- he's
*learned* about himself and plan-making -- but
he's also learned that when he keeps it simple,
there's way less trauma. Proportionally, even.
And while this is still a little more complicated than
"wait for Robin or Cyborg to tell him what to
punch and/or dismantle," he's got it under control.
After all, he already knows the important stuff.
Tim's door is closed, but that doesn't really mean
anything. He's never actually seen Tim leave a
door *open*, unless he was thinking he might
have to escape at some point. Kon knocks and
And... hunh. Kon does it and -- yes, definitely --
closes the door behind him. "You didn't know it
Tim's sitting cross-legged on the floor, cape
folded around himself. He's got that twitchy little
smile on his face and he isn't actually *looking* at
Kon. "How do you know I didn't just decide not to
say your name?"
Kon leans back against the door and grins. "Because
you *always* say my name. Everyone's, because
you live to fuck with us."
"I do have a few other interests, Kon," Tim says
and rolls his head around on his neck just a little
Kon's used to the fact that Tim's disturbingly
flexible. Tim's given him a lot of reasons to...
focus. He can do that. "Not *many*. So why didn't
you know it was me?"
Another smile directed at the room in general, and
Tim stands. "I was meditating."
And... okay, one, *obvious* much, Kon? Two...
damn. "Jesus. Sorry --"
Tim waves it off. "Nothing big. If I really hadn't
wanted to be disturbed --"
"You should put a sign on your door or something,
"Mm." Tim stretches and this smile is actually
focused on him. "Probably. What's up?"
Plan-time. Right. "Uh... I kind of need you to do
a favor for me." And see, the absolute best part
of this plan is that it couldn't have been designed
better for Kon's strengths if Robin had come up
with it. He's already blushing and staring at the
floor, and he *knows* what that does --
-- to Tim. All serious and ready and absolutely...
yeah. Kon swallows back a smirk as best he can.
"I need you to sit down. And don't move."
And Tim hesitates for a second, long enough for
Kon to wonder just how much of what he's thinking
is coming out in his voice, but then Tim moves,
pulling the chair out from under the desk and
spinning it around.
And the look on his face is more curious than
Kon locks the door, and feels his heart starting
to beat faster. He isn't sure if it's the sound or
the way Tim's really obviously raising an
eyebrow behind the mask. He thinks very, very
seriously about asking Tim to ditch it, but even
though he *probably* would without asking
Too much to risk.
Because if Tim says something, Kon knows he
*will* answer. And talking to Tim is, like, the
world's best way to distract the hell out of him.
So he doesn't say anything, just gets into
position, and man, it's possible that Clark has a
point about him needing a non-superhero life,
because he probably shouldn't be getting off
on thinking of this in mission terminology.
As opposed to just the fact that he's kneeling
between Tim's legs -- spread *nice* and wide
before he so much as touches Tim's knees --
and feeling around until... there. Belt off.
He sets it down on the floor gently and starts
hiking up Tim's tunic --
"This is the favor?" Tim sounds incredulous and
amused, and that's another thing Kon's gotten
to learn the really long, frustrating, and *good*
You can't just look at Tim's face when he's
talking to you, and sometimes you shouldn't at
all. Because Tim puts almost nothing where you can
*see* it, but if you listen... "About forty percent of
it," Kon says, and curls his fingers under the
waistbands of Tim's shorts and tights.
"And the other sixty?"
The smile in Tim's voice and the smooth lift of his
hips so Kon can, fuck, strip him and... yeah.
Distracting. "Getting there."
"Uh, huh. Kon..." And Tim reaches for him, and it's
so hard *not* to just lean into it, into the way he
*knows* Tim will pet and scratch at his head, pet
with the *gauntlets* on, that Kon's pretty sure he
grabbed Tim's wrist a little too hard.
Tim's tense all over for just a second, that scarily
*sensitive* fight-or-flight thing he has in full
effect, and Kon stares up into. Into Tim's *eyes*,
and he will *never* figure out how Tim manages
to get those lenses up all the time when Kon's
not paying attention. He has no *idea* what he
was going to try to say.
"Don't move," Tim says, and *looks* at him.
"Yeah," and it comes out so choked that Kon
swallows and tries again. "Yeah."
And Tim's eyes just *flare* at him for a second,
this trick of the light that even humans who
aren't ridiculously well-trained can do when
they're... *motivated* enough, and he twists
his wrist out of Kon's grasp.
And very, very deliberately sits on his thumbs,
fingers curling beneath the seat. Kon can smell
him already. It feels like he can smell him getting
harder behind his jock, like every single one of
his senses is just zeroed in on what Tim's feeling.
He's getting stronger, and more, well, *sensitive*.
But those are the powers he was never sure he
wanted, the ones he never really *tried* for as
much as he used to try to spontaneously develop
x-ray and heat vision back in the day. Because
it's actually a little scary, or *would* be, he
thinks, if it was anyone but Tim's heartbeat
making him deaf, anyone but Tim's rising,
sharpening *scent* making him...
And unless Tim's wearing an even-more-armored
than usual jock, Kon's already *way* harder
than Tim is.
So very much not a shock.
He licks his lips and tugs on the jock, flexing at
the way Tim's heartbeat sort of *trips* for a
second, at the way he lifts up for that, too. Kon
licks his lips again and breathes in deep, letting
it all just drown him for a second, and watches
Tim get harder.
"Can I... did you want me not to talk, too?"
Kon blinks, because that's... and okay, maybe
he *has* kind of made this sound like... but he
Not entirely, anyway.
He isn't sure whether he wants to laugh at himself
or just choke himself on Tim's dick in, like, a
*fatal* way. "You can say anything you want,
man." He strokes Tim's thighs for emphasis, and
because the insides are smooth and sleek
against his thumbs while the hair tickles and
scratches his fingers.
"Kon," Tim says and flexes his thighs under
Kon takes another deep breath and squeezes.
"Kon." Tim's voice is low and *full*. Hungry and
satisfied at the same time and...
Jesus, yes. Kon wraps his hand around the base
of Tim's dick and manages not to start jacking
him, but can't stop himself from squeezing a
little. Tim's breath hitches and he spreads his
legs even wider.
Kon can feel Tim *looking* at him, and he loves
that, he loves it so much that it's fucking *hard*
not to just look up and let himself get lost in
whatever brain-killing look Tim has in his eyes,
"I like kissing," he blurts, before he can get
anymore tangled up in everything he *wants*.
"I like kissing you."
He listens to Tim's breathing hitch and steady
itself again, and leans in until he's close enough
to rub the head of Tim's dick over his lips. Close
enough that Tim has to be able to feel every
breath he's taking.
"All over," Kon says, and feels Tim's thigh tense
again under his hand. His heart is beating so
*fast* already, and Kon can't decide whether
to be grateful for it or not. It's amazing to listen
to, but it makes it harder to focus on the smell.
The *taste*, because he licks his lips again
without thinking about it, and winds up swiping
his tongue over the slit.
"God, Tim --"
"I love kissing you so much," and Kon does it,
and Tim makes this sharp, strangled sound that
almost gets lost to the rock-hard feel of Tim's
thigh and the pound of his heart and the *feel*.
So smooth and so soft-hard and fucking --
fucking *vulnerable*, and for a long, long
minute he can't believe he hasn't done this before.
Every time he's just swallowed Tim greedily feels
like a *lost* opportunity, because Kon loves kissing
Tim *so* much, and this... this...
It's not his mouth, and it's painfully, *stupidly*
obvious and it's also just not, because Tim can't
drive him crazy with his tongue and his teeth,
because Tim can't do anything but *take* this.
And he can kiss Tim all he wants.
He can suck the head of Tim's dick and just lick
him over and over again, like he always *plans*
to do to Tim's tongue but never manages.
"Oh God --"
In a way, it's not perfect. He can slide his tongue
the way he does when he's first slipping in to
Tim's mouth, but the slit's too small to get fancy,
and he doesn't think Tim would really appreciate
Kon tongue-fucking it as hard as he does Tim's
*mouth*, but then it's also *completely* perfect,
because Tim is tensed so hard he's *shaking*,
and Kon can *feel* him needing to thrust.
And not doing it, because Kon told him not to
He moans into it and squeezes the base of Tim's
dick, and Tim's still panting, but every few gasps
it comes out sharp and high and *sweet*.
He sucks hard on the head, and this time Tim
bucks for real --
And makes a completely unrecognizable sound
when Kon reaches back to cup his hip and *hold*
But Kon's dick is *painfully* hard in his jeans and
he really has to let go. Tim twitches under his
hands and stops and shudders and *stops* again
when Kon pulls back all the way. And Kon stares
Tim's dick is hard, dark and leaking as he
watches. He reaches for his fly and looks up
and it's *such* a mistake, because Tim is staring
at him like he's shocked, like Kon's just done
the hottest, freakiest thing ever.
His cheeks are flushed beneath the mask and his
lower lip is swollen. *Bitten*.
Tim squeezes his eyes shut and he looks... he
looks that kind of hurt that means "please" and
"don't stop," and Kon swallows and yanks the
buttons of his jeans open on the best freaking
reflex he's ever developed.
"I just. I won't stop. You... if you keep bucking
like that I'm going to need you to fuck my
Kon feels himself shoot more -- a *lot* more --
pre-come into his shorts and groans, kneeling
up to shove the jeans and shorts down as far
as he can get them without *moving*, and
Tim's still wearing the gauntlets, so Kon can
barely see his arms, but what he *can* see is
tensed and shuddering. "You want to touch
Tim's low, moaning growl makes Kon's dick
*flex*, and he was just going to stroke Tim's
thighs a little, maybe soothe him or something,
but he winds up squeezing too hard and
*shoving*, pushing them even further apart,
and Tim bucks forward and he's half off the
*chair*, spread and open and -- "*Please*, Kon --"
"You... you're the sexiest thing --"
He shakes his head and gets his hand back around
Tim's dick, and this time he can't keep himself from
jacking it once, a few times, and the growl turns
into these rhythmic little grunts, and Kon needs --
he needs this so *bad*.
He sucks *hard* on the head of Tim's dick, going
down a little -- not *enough* --
"Yes -- *yes* --"
And it *hurts* to pull off, but it makes Tim *yell*,
and it's so sexy, so incredible to just be *in* this,
because he knows just how badly Tim needs him
to suck him off. Knows it in his blood and knows
it in his *dick*, and when Kon starts kissing him
"Your mouth -- *Kon* --"
"Tell me. Just..." And licking Tim just turns into
nuzzling him. Rubbing the head of Tim's dick
over his lips and over his cheek -- "C'mon, *tell*
me, man --"
"*Suck* me, Kon, fucking -- *yes* --"
Down and *down*, too fast, just fast enough that
he gags himself on it, and then Tim bucks *in*
and Kon groans and maybe *whimpers*,
because powers don't *matter* with Tim. Because
Tim's got so much control it's fucking *scary*,
but he's not using any of it.
He's not using anything but Kon's *mouth*,
slapping Kon's hands away from his hips and
grabbing Kon's head and, fuck, standing *up*
and pulling Kon's face in until his nose is crushed
against Tim's mound, until he can't breathe in more
than useless, helpless little gasps, and Tim's
driving into his throat.
Fast, brutal little snaps of his hips and these sharp
little 'nn' sounds and --
"Kon, you -- oh *fuck* --"
Kon groans again and grabs for his dick, but he
can barely get his hand around it before he's
coming, grunting and swallowing and he can't
see and he can't *think*. Come on his hand
and Tim's gauntleted fingers digging into his scalp
and come in his *mouth*, slicking Tim's last few
And Tim's making noises like someone's punching
him in the gut, over and over, and Kon strokes
Tim's legs and feels them buckle and *shake*.
He steadies Tim as best he can and feels those
hands settling on his shoulders. Squeezing and...
fuck. The feel of Tim resting his weight on Kon
makes his dick twitch again, makes him *groan*
again, and Tim whines and rocks back out of
Kon's mouth before dropping to his knees.
Tim's forehead is hot against Kon's shoulder,
slick with sweat. Tim squeezes Kon's bicep with
one hand and reaches up with the other. His
*fingers* are trembling, and Kon presses his
mouth to them and gets petted.
No, not petted. It's a shaky-fingered
*examination* for two or three surreal
heartbeats, and *then* it's petting.
Kon bites Tim's fingertips lightly and reaches
around to pull Tim closer, until he's spread
over Kon's lap.
And then he kisses them.
Tim tenses and moans.
"You okay, man?"
"That... was the favor." Tim's voice is breathless
"Yeah. It... yeah."
Tim shifts and settles in a little closer and Kon
squeezes him and strokes his back.
Listens to Tim's breathing, and buries himself in
the pound of Tim's heart. He can feel it and he
can hear it and he thinks maybe he can *taste*
it, and --
Kon blinks. "Okay?"
Tim drags his face over Kon's shoulder, and it's
this amazing and weird experience to be able to
*feel* Tim smiling before they both pull back
enough that he can see it. "Okay," Tim says
again, and reaches down for Kon's other hand
Pets it. Runs his fingers through the come on
*Kon's* fingers and *looks* at him. "Tim."
"Yeah," Tim says and leans in and kisses him.
Hard and slick, and of *course* it's okay, because
Tim knows exactly how he kisses, and he knows
that Kon can't do anything but open up and
*feel* himself getting ripped into happy, mindless
little pieces by Tim's tongue. And try to remember
how to breathe when Tim pulls back enough to
bite Kon's lip and hold it between his teeth for a
long, hot moment before letting go.
Tim tangles his slick fingers with Kon's own and
And waits for Kon to squeeze back before leaning
in to breathe against Kon's ear.
"Kiss me again."