The Outward and Inward

by Weirdness Magnet
July 4, 2004

Disclaimers: Kon and Bart belong to DC. 

Spoilers: None.

Summary:  Bart is on a mission.  Kon helps.  There's phone sex.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17.

Author's Note: Title from Joseph Addison (1672–1719) who wrote: "Those who were skillful in Anatomy among the Ancients, concluded from the outward and inward Make of an Human Body, that it was the Work of a Being transcendently Wise and Powerful."


**
 

Bart has questions.  He shuts the book he's been reading and goes in search of Kon.

Tim is a more logical choice to ask because knows a lot about everything, but his explanations are technical. Kon explains things in easy, simple terms. Usually Kon *shows* him how to do something, like that time he explained the proper use of a blender and how leaving the lid off isn't optional.

He doesn't want a "hands-on" explanation in this case, but all of the books' descriptions of how this is *supposed* to work just aren't, at least for him.  Although Bart isn't sure Kon is knowledgeable on the subject of sex, he didn't turn the colors that Tim did the last time Bart had questions about something he'd read. 

Bart isn't about to ask Kory for fear she'd *show* him and that would mean therapy for, like, years, and he won't ask Cassie for fear that she'd kick his ass. Or worse, that Wonder Woman would kick his ass. 

Vic doesn't have too many human parts left. Bart checked.

He doubts Gar has ever been on a date. Despite his self-declared status as a ladies man, the guy is *always* at the tower.

So. Kon.

"I have a question about anal sex."

Kon, ever-tactful, checks the hallway before shutting the door to his room.  He hangs on to the doorknob for a bit, furrows his brow and looks like he's thinking hard.  Sometimes it's hard to identify a "Kon is thinking" expression from a "Kon is mentally replaying last night's 'Punk'd' episode" expression. Bart squints and realizes it's a "Kon is wondering how to discreetly fall through the floor" expression, and tries to be patient while Kon regains his composure.

"You... okay."  The color has mostly returned to Kon's face.  It's a good sign.  "Why are you asking *me*?"

"Because you're the only person I can ask."

"You could ask Tim. Or Flash. Or... okay, not Flash, but... isn't there anybody else?"

"I've run the possible scenarios. You're it."

Kon scrubs a hand through his hair. It's gotten longer. Another week and the spit-curl will be back in all its glory. "Okay. Shoot."

"Where's the prostate?"

Kon blinks visibly. Opens his mouth, thinks, and then closes it. "What?"

Bart speed-flips through the anatomy book. "I know where it's *supposed* to be," he says, pointing at the cross section diagram, "but I can't find mine."

Kon very carefully takes the anatomy book from him. He looks at the picture and Bart watches his lips move as he reads the medical names for the parts of the male reproductive system. "Um."

"See, I've... well, the San Francisco Library has an impressive section on human sexual preferences and practices, and I found these books on male homosexuality and they said--"

"Yeah," Kon mutters.

"--that internal stimulation of the prostate results in--"

"Yeah."

"--intense sexual response, and in some cases immediate ejaculation, and I've been trying to find mine and--"

"*Okay*, Bart, I get it." Kon shuts the book with a finger marking the place and rubs the bridge of his nose.

Bart closes his mouth and tries to wait patiently while Kon recovers. He's still for nearly three seconds before he starts tapping his fingers on his thighs.

He's silent for close to six before he has to ask, "So. Any ideas?"

Kon waits another four seconds before inhaling deeply and looking up. "Okay. Okay, um. Okay."

Bart drums his fingers some more. "Well?"

Kon sits on the edge of the bed and flips the book open. He inhales deeply a few times and if he stares at the diagram any harder Bart thinks he'll burn holes right through.  He is *this* close to grabbing Kon by the "S" and demanding answers, but Kon finally says, "A couple of thoughts. One, you're not reaching far enough in." He points at the picture. "Two, you've got to reach *up* a little, so crook your fingers a little to hit it." Kon wriggles his finger in a "come here" movement.

"I've *been* crooking. So far, nada."

"Then you're probably not far enough in. You'll have to reach... uh, deeper."

"Or I'll have to find someone with longer fingers," Bart says jovially, peering at the diagram.

When he looks up, Kon is... alarmed might be the word. But not really. Questioning, maybe.  He's definitely blushing. 

"I didn't mean you."

Kon exhales. "Didn't think you did." His tone is light but he's gripping the book a little tightly in his lap and he's not looking anywhere near Bart. 

Bart takes this as a sign that Kon's brain has had enough for one day, and backing away slowly might be the best course of action.  It's Sunday anyway, and he should be getting home.  He tugs the book out of Kon's grasp.  "So, deeper and crooking. Got it. Thanks."

"Sure." Kon's smile is tight, so Bart makes his grin extra open and sunny and hopefully showing as much appreciation as he feels. Because there *isn't* anyone else he can talk to about this stuff, and Kon may not have wanted the job and he might spend entire conversations wishing for aliens to suddenly invade, but he's always given Bart honest answers. 

"See you next weekend," Bart says, right before he zips down the stairs and out the Tower doors, heading home.

**

Bart knows that Kon's cell phone number is supposed to be for emergencies. Well, emergencies and for calling the Titans, who aren't supposed to know where Kon lives these days.

Although, if they were so inclined, Tim could trace the calls and Bart could be on Kon's doorstep, like, daily, saving him from the boredom of cow-milking and hay-bailing. Kon would have to do his own detentions, though.  So far, Tim has refused to trace the number. Bart hasn't thought of a good enough bribe to convince him. Yet.

In the meantime, Bart has to settle for dialing the number and listen to it ring five times while imagining Kon fumbling through his backpack for the phone, then using his big fingers to punch the teeny on-button.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Bart?"

"How many other me's do you know?"

He can hear the sound of fabric rustling. Kon's probably in his room sprawled across a flannel-sheeted bed.  He wonders what Kon's room looks like. Bart looks around his own bedroom and sinks lower down in his baseball-shaped beanbag. He should change the décor; it suited Impulse, but it's too juvenile for Kid Flash.

Still, the beanbag chair is comfy. It contours to his back just perfectly, even with his pelvis tipped forward so he can reach behind his balls more easily. He tucks the phone between his cheek and shoulder and wipes the excess lube off his fingers with a towel.

"So what's up?" Kon asks conversationally.

"I still can't find it."

"Can't find... oh. Still?"

"Nope." Bart tips his head back on the chair, runs a hand absently on his bare thigh.

"You've, uh. Looked?"

"Yep. All evening. No luck.  I've still managed to come three times but I think that was more from the general stimulation than--"

"Bart."

"Oh. Um. Sorry." Bart bites his lip. "But I just... I can *talk* to you about this stuff. You don't--" Get upset or tell me to shut up or ignore me, he doesn't say, because apparently Kon would like him to not share so much, and he gets that, he really does, but...

No.  No buts.  There are things Kon doesn't want to know about.  So.  Bart chews his lip and stays quiet for almost seven seconds. "Sorry. I should--"

"Bart." Kon's voice is slightly lower than before. "Maybe you should. Walk me through it."

Bart's mouth is dry. "Oh?" His voice isn't quite a squeak.

"I mean, you've *got* one. How exactly... what are you doing? To find it, I mean."

"I've, um. You know. Fingering."

"I know *that*. But how? One finger?"

Bart's hand slides down all by itself to cup his sac. He likes the contrast of crinkly hair and soft, loose skin, and gently stroking them makes his cock twitch.

"N-no. Well, yeah. At first. It didn't work so I tried two."

"Mm," Kon mutters. Bart hears more fabric rustling on the other end of the line. "And that didn't work?"

"Not really. It just. Um...." Bart feels the flush spread across his cheeks. 

"It made you come?"

"Yeah."  He doesn’t know why it's suddenly hard to talk about this.

Kon laughs softly. "It's supposed to."

"I know."  His cock twitches involuntarily.

"Do you have lube?"

"What? Oh. Yeah."

"Why don't you give it another try?"

The flush spreads down his chest. "What, now?"

"Sure. I mean, I can walk you through it. If you want."

He's reaching for the tube before he really thinks about it. "Um, I. Okay. If you're sure."

This time, Bart is sure he hears the creaking of a mattress on Kon's end. Kon is probably lying back on the pillows, one arm tucked under his head. "I'm sure. Besides, what are friends for?"

"Yeah, right," Bart scoffs. "If Tim *ever* finds out about this..."

"I can keep a secret."

The lube warms quickly on his fingers. "How many fingers should I use? I can probably start with two, right?"

He can hear Kon inhale. "Just one, at first. We're going to do this slowly. We're on a mission, remember?"

"Right." Bart holds the phone against his shoulder, lifts his balls out of the way with one hand and reaches down with his lubed finger. It’s only been a few minutes, but his body heals *fast* and he's not as stretched as he was. He has to breathe through the small burn, push gently until he's in to the second knuckle.

"Bart? You okay?"

He has to pant a little to be able to talk. "Yeah, just... tighter than I thought."

Kon makes a noise that's sort of an agreement but almost like a purr. "Okay. How far in are you?"

"Second knuckle."

"Get in as far as you can."

Hiss when he shoves in harder than he meant to. He has to bite his lip to quiet the moan. The Garricks are out, he can make noise if needs to, but Kon said he doesn't want to know everything, and hearing how much Bart likes this is probably in that category somewhere.  He bites his lip harder.

"Bart," Kon's voice is low, "are you all the way in?"

"Yeah," Bart manages to gasp. "It's in."

He hears Kon shifting positions and the bed squeaking. "What do you feel?"

Heat. Tight. Smooth muscle and every time he shifts his hand his cock leaks a little more.  "What?"

"Sorry. Can you feel another ridge of muscle inside? Should be about an inch or two inches in."

"Yeah. I can just reach it."

"God, you've got little girl hands. You'll need to use your middle finger to reach far enough."

Bart eases his fingers out with a grunt. "Hang on a sec."

"You okay?"

"More lube."

"Good idea."

Two fingers and the burn is constant and he either has to do this *slowly* or he needs to do it really fast, like ripping off a bandage, and he doesn't know which would be better and he doesn't want to have to ask. He focuses on breathing instead, on making the moans into just gasps, and on tilting his chin away from the phone when he thinks he's on the verge of making noise.

"Bart? You okay?" Kon sounds concerned, and slightly breathless. Odd. 

"Yeah. It--"

"It's okay. Two fingers can hurt."

Bart flexes involuntarily around his hand and he can't quite bite off the moan in time. Kon doesn't seem to mind, though, because Bart can hear him breathe, hear him whisper, "It's okay, Bart, let me hear you... "

"Kon, it's--" His fingers slide in all the way and he can feel that small ridge of muscle inside."I'm in, I can feel it..."

"Okay... okay. Now you have to... crook your fingers. If you're deep enough, you should feel a hard place, just past that muscle ring."

Bart steadies the phone with his free hand, tilting his pelvis to open himself wider. "Okay, I'm... *oh*!"

Crook and his finger finds a hard spot and the *rub* makes him toss his head back and *arch* into his hand. He has to reach deeper, has to keep touching the place because it's so *good*, like nothing he imagined and he has to *push* to get his fingers there again.

He can hear Kon laughing breathily. "*That's* the spot."

"Kon, it's... oh *god*..."

“Do it again, Bart. I want to hear you."

Bart wants to say *something* but he can't because he's too busy fucking himself with his hand, hitting that spot and his cock is *aching*. It feels like he's about to come or he already did or he's coming constantly and he can't do anything about it except moan and keep going.

"Bart... touch your cock for me."

"I *can't*."

"Yes you can." Kon's words are soothing but his voice is strained. "You can, just reach down and run your fingers down your cock. You must be leaking so much by now..."

"*Kon*..."

Bart manages to balance the phone between his cheek and the beanbag. His cock is dark and heavy, and jacking himself just makes it ache more.  He sets up a rhythm with his hands, fucking himself and trying not to make too much noise.

Which is getting difficult with Kon talking to him in that low tone that just makes Bart's cock *harder*.  "Fuck my hand, Bart," Kon whispers.  Let me feel how hard you are."

Bart is astonishingly hard, almost painfully so.  It's hard to keep a rhythm going, and the phone sort of falls away from his ear and rests on the beanbag chair, still close enough he can hear Kon but maybe far enough away that Kon can't hear all the whimpers Bart can't seem to bite back any more.

He's being more brutal with his fingers, shoving them in deep and hitting that spot on *every* stroke now. He tries to close his eyes but then all he can feel are his hands on his body and that's entirely too much.  He focuses his gaze instead on the Superman poster taped to his wall, staring at the broad "S."

"Those are my fingers," Kon whispers.  "You feel so *good*, Bart, you're so tight all around me..."

"I... Kon, I'm...*oh*!" Curls in on himself and drops the phone and spills on his stomach. He can feel himself clench around his fingers and it's so *hard*, so sweet and it feels like he's coming *forever*. Subjective time, he reminds himself, and eventually he can unclench and lay back on the beanbag and pant.

It takes him a minute, or at least a good 15 seconds, to pick up the phone.  Another two to get his voice working again. "Kon?"

"Yeah." He sounds winded.

"Are you... did you come?"

Pause. "Yeah."

"Oh. Was it good?"

Longer pause. "Yeah."

"Good. I mean, because mine was *great* and it's only fair if--"

"Bart."

"Right." He wipes his hands with the towel.

Quiet except for the sound of Kon breathing hard. Or he thinks that's breathing. It's definitely air passing across the microphone, and he remembers that oh yeah, *air* and Kon can *fly* at exactly the moment he hears the tap at his window.

Kon is hovering on the other side, turning off the cell phone with a thumb.  Bart shoves the window open all the way and steps back so Kon can whoosh in. He lands gently and glances nervously at the door.

"They're not home."

"Oh. Okay. Good." And Kon is back to looking down and shuffling his feet. 

Bart puts his hands on his hips. "Is this you freaking out?"

"I thought you'd be dressed by now."  Kon blushes high across his cheeks. 

Kon keeps looking at his boots, so Bart sighs and zips away, yanking on a pair of boxer briefs before coming to rest in front of him.  Kon's flannel shirt ruffles lightly in Bart's wake.  "Better now?"

"Kinda.  You're still... mostly naked."

"Kon, we were having *phone sex*. I think we're several miles past embarrassment, don't you?"

"I just..."  Kon scrubs a hand through his hair.  "All I could think about was 'see Bart now', and now I'm here and I... I don't know what to *do*, man."

Bart's mouth quirks and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other in an attempt to stay still.  "Kinda surprised yourself, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Me too.  But, y'know, in a good way.  I liked, um."  Bart feels the blush creep into his cheeks.  "When you talked to me."

"Yeah?"  Kon leans forward slightly.  Bart takes that as a sign to inch closer. 

"Yeah."  Bart keeps inching until he's right up against Kon, tilting his head back to look at him.  Kon tentatively cups Bart's face with a warm hand.

It takes Bart one-tenth of a second to rise up on his toes and kiss him. It takes Kon slightly longer to kiss him back. It's exactly four seconds before Kon carries him to his bed and slides on top of him.

"I have to be back home tonight," Kon whispers against his mouth.  Bart nods before leaning back in.  Time is subjective, but they have a little.