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Confirmation ** Kon would think, with his parentage, he'd have a little more finesse when talking to people. Charisma and charm would be the best things he could possibly inherit from his other father. But no, Kon takes after Superman, who has all the subtlety of a locomotive. Kon tries to think of something suave to get Tim alone, but what he blurts out is more along the lines of, “So, Tim. Um. You busy right now?” Tim smiles and his eyebrow does that twitchy thing Kon hasn't quite deciphered yet when Tim's wearing the mask, that thing somewhere between 'what does he want' and 'I'm plotting, come back later.' But Tim says, "We're both busy. Our scheduled training session started ten minutes ago. C'mon." The gym is huge, made more vast by the fact it's just them in it. The mats lining the walls and floor smell like sweat and a little like feet, body-smells and hard work. Tim does his usual gravity-defying moves on the parallel bars. Kon tries to concentrate on his aura stretches, and manages to do some pretty impressive lifts with three barbells this time before getting distracted by the muscular flex of Tim's arms and the way he stretches and spreads his legs across the bars, opening his hips. Kon gives up and sits down on the mat and just watches Tim go through his paces, hard muscles evident under the lightly-armored uniform. Tim shifts to one bar, adjusts his grip, pulls his legs up slowly into a handstand. He's obviously working for control, Kon notes, which of course means that he has to add one more distraction when he sees Kon watching him from the floor. "Working hard?" Tim asks. "I was just thinking. Doesn't the cape get in the way?" Kon's eyes follow as Tim moves in a series of stretches. Tim scissors his legs, opening them wide so they're parallel to the bar, then back up straight. Tim watches Kon watching him, a smirk visible behind the mask and Kon can't help feeling a little pleased with himself for being able to see it. "Not really," Tim says after a minute. "The mask took more getting used to. The first glue I used gave me a rash." "Ouch." "Yeah. The first mask wasn't exactly breathable, either. Trying to explain how I got a rash around my eyes to my *parents* was the tricky part." "What'd you tell them?" Tim twists and flips off the bar in a perfect dismount. "Allergic reaction to an anti-pimple cream." Kon snickers. "They *bought* that?" "Of course. Why wouldn't they?" "You don't have pimples." "Yes I do. Right there." "That's not a pimple. That's... I don't know what that is, but it's hardly a pimple." "It's a pimple." "It is *not*. God, you sound like a girl. Pretty soon you'll be asking me if your cape makes your butt look big." Tim's jaw drops in mock-horror. "Oh my god. It does?" "Freak." Tim swirls his cape into place, settling it on his shoulders so everything is hidden except his calves and feet. He strides slowly to where Kon's sitting on the floor until he's standing over him, booted feet on either side of Kon's thighs. "The cape does show off my calves." Tim's voice is low, and Kon swallows instinctively. "Yes. They're. They're nice calves." "You've been avoiding me since... that night. In my room." "I haven't." "You have. I know I've been patrolling a lot, so at first I thought it was just me. But you haven't been online much, and when you have been, you've talked about school, or movies, or the fucking *weather*." "Tim, it's just... if I started hanging around your house... and I didn't want your parents to suspect--" "Kon, if my parents found out I was gay, that'd be the least of my secrets." Tim drops into a crouch and looks Kon in the eye. "If I could fly, I'd be in your room every night. Every. Night." "Tim--" Tim drops down all the way onto Kon's lap, grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Tim grinds his hips down on Kon's, the bulge rubbing Kon hard and sweet through the denim. Kon feels Tim's tongue alive and wet in his mouth, and sucks and plays with it until Tim breaks off, breathless. "You want this. I know you do." "God, yes. Tim... " "Then act like it." Kon pulls Tim in, pushes the collar aside and bites wet, sucking kisses all over Tim's neck. Tim's hands claw their way down Kon's back and pull at the hem of his t-shirt until Kon lets go enough so Tim can strip it off him. Tim's bare hands are hot and strong and the calluses scrape against his skin, and Kon has to pull Tim's hand to his mouth and suck on his fingers. "Kon, that's just,*god*... suck harder, that's it--" Kon pulls off Tim's fingers with a wet sound. "Take off the uniform." "Take it off for me." "I can't. I--I might tear it." Tim groans and Kon's cock pulses in his jeans. Tim squeezes Kon once, then stands up and walks a step away, fingers working the hidden catches on the tunic. The cape puddles on the floor, and when Kon looks up Tim's already skinned off the boots and tights. Tim draws a hand slowly down his chest. Kon watches him scrape a blunt nail over his nipple, down his stomach to the fine hair trailing downwards. Tim stops his hand but Kon's eyes keep going down to Tim's cock. Kon's gaze is fixed there until Tim whispers, "Make me believe you want me," and turns away, bracing himself on the padded wall. Kon crosses the distance in a breath and Tim’s looking at him over his shoulder, narrow eyes and crooked smirk, biting his lip when Kon runs his fingers in his cleft. Tim seems to want Kon to throw him down, and yeah, that could be a good idea, but Tim is pretty good at obliterating Kon’s higher brain functions and it seems completely unfair that Kon can’t do the same to Tim. Do this deliberately, try to do it slowly and maybe Tim will see that Kon is serious about this. That whatever *this* is, it's too big and important not to be a little careful. And, Kon admits, he wants to drive Tim a little crazy, just to see if he can. "I *do* want you," Kon breathes in Tim's hair. Tim wriggles his hips against Kon's jeans. "Show me. Show me how much." "God. We're really... we're really going to do this *here*?" "Tim snickers. "Relax. I told Kory we're having sex. She'll keep the others doing research for hours." "You *told* her?" "*Focus*, Kon. You were--nn, do that again." Kon fingers the tight pucker and says, “I will, just... don't move. Don't... not even when I'm fingering you. Just *stay* there." He pushes a thumb in Tim's ass, working him open and doing it slow because he *can*. Kon wants him to hold still, wants to do more than just throw Tim down and take what he wants from Tim's body, and he also wants to *look* at Tim this time. He wants to toss Tim's legs over his shoulders and yeah, take his time, but also *watch* him. Tim says, "Please."
And that's just--Kon tries hard not to
just grind Tim's body into the wall.
"Oh man. Do you know what it *does* to me when you beg? Do you know how
hard I am right now?" Kon thinks about rubbing himself through his jeans, forces himself not to and instead works a second finger in and *crooks*.
And Tim
makes a high, desperate noise and Kon knows it's maybe too much too soon
and he also knows that it's just right. Tim wants this. Tim's *showing*
him how much he wants this. Working his hips and begging without words.
He spreads Tim's thighs a little more and finds the soft skin of Tim's
balls. A soft fondle and Tim's bucking back onto his fingers and whining
high in his throat. "Kon, *please*, I need it--" "Lube," Tim whispers hoarsely. "In my belt." Kon blinks. "God, you Bat-types really do think of everything." Kon can reach the belt without bending too far away, and hands it to Tim. Tim's fingers don't fumble with the secret catches at all, and he spreads the slick along Kon's length, stroking him a few times before settling his sticky hands around Kon's neck.
Kon lifts
him, and Tim
wraps his legs around Kon's waist, and Kon *has* him, can feel the head of his
cock against Tim's hole, and he tightens his grasp on Tim's hips. "Yeah." Tim's thumb traces along Kon's cheekbone. "I didn't really think you were avoiding me. I just... I didn't want it to be weird between us, after." "And *jumping me* was your plan for making it not-weird? Great strategy, Napoleon." "We're naked and it's not weird. I consider it a successful strategy." "Wait. You thought I was having second thoughts?" "A little. Yeah."
Kon pulls him closer, kisses the skin just below the
mask. "For the record, I'm not."
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