Coltish Horseplay

by Weirdness Magnet
July 4, 2004

Disclaimers: Tim and Kon belong to DC.  I make no money from them.  I'm rather upset about that.

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Kon and Tim clean up after practice.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17, PWP.  Big, huge PWP.

Author's Note: Title from poet Anthony Hecht: "The coltish horseplay of the locker room,/Moist with steam of the tiled shower stalls..."

Acknowledgments: To Te, as always, for making me write when I didn't want to.

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To Kon, the best part of practice is showering afterwards.

All the grunting and sweating and hurling of heavy objects that Tim puts him through is its own kind of foreplay, especially since he spends most of practice trying to concentrate on something *besides* Tim.  And when he finally does manage it, Tim gives him that glittering, intentionally distracting look that makes Kon want to punish him for it, a little.

Kon doesn't handle anticipation well. He admits it.

It doesn't help that Tim is putting on a show for him in the shower. His hands are braced on the tile, head tipped back and letting the water cascade over his face and down his back. Kon's eyes follow the water trailing over the curve of Tim's ass as it disappears into his cleft, only to trickle down into the soft shadows of his inner thighs.  For a Bat, Tim is something of an exhibitionist.

Kon peels off his clothes, lets them fall carelessly on the floor, and steps into the shower.

Warm mist bounces off Tim's skin and Kon shivers at the contrast of the hot water and the cooler air. He presses against Tim's back, gently biting his neck and wraps his arms around Tim's chest. Tim's head falls forward, exposing more skin for Kon to maul.

Kon nuzzles the short hairs on his neck. "You extended practice on purpose."

"It took you a while to get the hang of the moves."

He bites Tim's earlobe hard enough to make him gasp. "You just like driving me nuts."

"That, too." Tim lets his head fall back against Kon's shoulder, so he can see Tim's closed eyes and a smile that's very nearly open. Definitely inviting.

Kon spins Tim around and kisses him long and languid, feeling the water caressing his skin. He dips his head and bites a chain of light bruises around Tim's throat, making Tim gasp and dig his fingers into Kon's wet scalp.

Kon smiles as he bites. Tim loves it when Kon leaves marks.

He groans against Tim's chest when their erections bump. Kon grinds against him, and that's a good idea but not as good as dropping to his knees and kissing his way down from Tim's chest.  Kon braces himself on the wet tile and nuzzles the fine hairs trailing down Tim's stomach before rubbing his face against the hard shaft.

Tim alternates between digging into Kon's scalp and pulling on his neck, urging. Kon ignores him and rubs his light stubble along Tim's length before giving the head a quick swipe with his tongue. His hands flex on Tim's hips, enjoying the feel of Tim's ass under his fingers.

"Kon."

He looks up to see Tim's lips parted, panting slightly. His fists press into Kon's shoulders and his hips twitch as he tries and fails to buck in Kon's grasp. Kon tilts his head back and smiles. He opens his mouth and lets the head of Tim's cock rest on his tongue.

Tim groans and tries to thrust. He pulls on Kon's head, trying to get Kon to take him in, but Kon resists.  He lets Tim's cock rest on his tongue, occasionally closing his lips and sucking hard enough to make Tim moan and *clutch* at Kon's head before pulling off.

"Nnn, *fuck*."

Kon licks from the base to the tip and teases the slit. "You made me wait."

"Kon--"

"You want me to suck you?" He looks up, looking as devious as he knows how. Tim is flushed all the way down his chest, and Kon knows it isn't just from the hot water.

"Yes." It's more like a gasp than a word.

"But you made me *wait*."

Tim's short fingernails scrape Kon's shoulders as he swirls his tongue lightly around the head.

"Kon, *please*."

Kon has to look up. He's never heard Tim beg before, never heard him say "please" like that. Needing.

Tim's expression is almost afraid, like he didn't mean to say that and now that he has, he doesn't know what to do. Like blurting out "I love you" during sex and not at all sure afterwards if you meant it or not.

Kon doesn't take his eyes off Tim's face as he takes him in his mouth. He slides him almost all the way in before moving his head, pressing his tongue along the underside.

"Oh *god*." Tim's mouth is wide open, his head tipped back and pulling on Kon's head. Kon lets him set the rhythm, pumping his mouth as fast as Tim needs it, and Kon sucks hard enough to make him groan. Tim massages Kon's head, running his hands all over the short crop of hair. Kon moans at the feel of it, and Tim bucks at the vibrations on his dick.

Kon closes his eyes when he tastes the first drops of pre-come. This is Kon's favorite part, when Tim's body tells him that he's doing exactly the right thing to make Tim come.  Tim is all about non-verbal communication, and Kon isn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but he does pay attention when it's important.

*This* is important. 

Kon lifts Tim by the hips until his toes just brush the tile floor. He works Tim bodily in and out of his mouth, making Tim *use* him. He works him in long, hard strokes until Kon's lips feel slightly raw. The water pelting him isn't nearly as hot as the cock in his mouth, and he closes his eyes and sucks and hums while Tim claws at Kon's head. Tim's throaty moans echo off the tile, and Kon feels him lean back a little and try to thrust deeper into his mouth.

Kon inhales and swallows, feeling Tim's cock slide all the way in, bumping the back of his throat. He presses his nose into Tim's mound and works on swallowing around the dick filling his mouth. Tim tries to thrust, and Kon lowers Tim down to the floor. It's enough leverage for him to fuck Kon's mouth the way he needs to, and Kon holds still while Tim holds his head and works himself in and out.

Tim is moaning constantly, eyes closed and *using* Kon, and when Kon lets the barest edge of his teeth graze the shaft Tim *shoves* himself all way in and comes, pressing Kon's face against him and shuddering.

Kon tries and fails to swallow it all before Tim pulls out and half-collapses on Kon's lap. Kon holds him under the shower, warm water cool compared to Tim's scorching skin, and brushes the wet hair out of Tim's eyes. Tim licks the dribble off Kon's chin before kissing him thoroughly, and Kon realizes that Tim *wants* to taste himself in Kon's mouth.

He groans into the kiss when Tim runs his fingers up Kon's shaft. Tim doesn't say a word when he breaks off the kiss, just stands them up before turning away to brace himself on his hands against the wall. He spreads his legs and looks over his shoulder at Kon, peering through a fall of dark, wet hair.

Kon slides up behind him. His cock nudges against Tim's cleft when he presses against the warm, wet skin of Tim's back. He feels Tim tense when his cock presses between his cheeks. Kon guides his shaft between Tim's thighs, and pushes on his legs until he clues in and closes them, trapping Kon's shaft between Tim's wet thighs.  Tim gives him a slightly confused look.

"I want you," Kon murmurs loud enough for Tim to hear above the shower. "But not here."

He slides out, then shoves himself between Tim's legs. Wet skin and friction from the light crinkly hairs on his thighs, and Kon twines his fingers with Tim's as he pumps his hips.  *Good* friction, and Tim pushes back to meet Kon's thrusts. Kon burrows his face against Tim's neck and pushes him against the cool tile wall.

"Fuck me," Tim whispers. "Do it *hard*."

"Jesus," Kon pants. He's bumping against Tim's balls, and Tim's *squeezing* his thighs around Kon's shaft with each stroke. Kon tries not to grip Tim's hands too tightly, but it's too much; he has to tear them away and ball his fists on the tile.

Tim drops his head back against Kon's shoulder and *moans*, and Kon thrusts once, twice, and spills hot and sticky between Tim's legs.

Kon pants against Tim's neck for a while. He feels Tim opening his fists, threading their fingers together and then just letting Kon rest against his back. Eventually, he pulls himself off and can stand up without his knees wobbling. Much.

Tim is smiling when he works the soap between his hands. He rubs the lather across Kon's chest, up his neck and massages a little. Kon rests his arms around Tim's waist and lets himself be washed.

He's feeling more coherent by the time it's his turn to soap Tim. He pays special attention to his thighs and sac and tries to keep his ministrations businesslike, which is hard to do with Tim hanging on to his neck and making appreciative noises.

"Stop wiggling. I'm trying to get you clean."

"That's fair, since you're the one who got me dirty."

"*You* made me wait."

Tim rubs his thumb against Kon's lips. "*You* should learn to be patient."

"I don't do patience."

Tim gives him that glittering look. "You might find it enjoyable."

That *look* is going to be the death of him. Kon's sure of it.

He turns off the shower, and tosses Tim a towel.