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Respectable Distances
by Weirdness Magnet
April 26, 2004
Summary: Anticipation makes for hot nookie. Unofficial sequel to Cover Us With Song, but can be read independently.
Disclaimers: They belong to DC and I make no money from this. Of course, if DC would like to pay me to make their subtext canon, I am a cheap date.
Rating: NC-17. Tim/Kon first time.
Spoilers: None.
Acknowledgements: Thanks as always go to Te and Reilael for putting up with me during the writing process. Extra-special hugs to Adam for audiencing at a truly ungodly hour.
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Tim always starts out sitting at a distance, Kon has noticed.
It’s not surprising, because Tim is Tim and Kon has learned to expect certain behaviors. Tim is Mister Subtle, and thanks to his carefully constructed conduct no one has noticed anything out of the ordinary. He doesn’t stand too close, he kicks Kon’s ass regularly during practice, and he always waits until there’s a minimal chance of getting caught before making Kon come inside his pants.
Kon sprawls on the floor with his head propped on one of the oversized pillows and channel-surfs until he finds some horror movie made before the invention of computer-generated effects. Tim sits cross-legged on the floor at a Respectable Distance with his cape pulled around him. Kon focuses his attention mostly on the screen, but each time he glances sideways Tim has inched a little closer. By the time the first scantily-clad teenage girl dies Tim has moved so close that there's only a foot or so between them.
Blur and suddenly Bart is tucked in between them with his arms wrapped around a massive bowl of popcorn. “Anything good on?”
“Not really. Just some horror movie from the 80s,” Kon tells him as Tim scoots back to a Respectable Distance. For a moment he thinks Tim will edge his way completely out of the room, but then Nightwing appears on Tim’s other side, bearing sodas and blocking his escape route.
“Popcorn?” Bart offers brightly. Kon can see Tim wince behind the mask.
Nightwing passes out the sodas and arranges the big pillows around him. He does this graceful *recline* on the floor like one of those guys from “1001 Arabian Nights,” lounging on pillows while leering at the harem girls.
Kon watches Nightwing catch Tim’s gaze and pat the pillow in front of him. “Come be sociable.”
Tim winds up lying on his side facing the screen, and Kon watches Nightwing sprawl behind him. Something in Kon lurches when Nightwing’s fingers toy with the edge of Tim’s cape.
Kon doesn’t consider himself the jealous type, and it’s not like he and Tim have gone all *that* far or anything, and they sure as hell haven’t talked about exclusivity, but.
He knows how Tim’s mouth feels around his cock, and he supposes that gives him the right to be a little possessive.
Kon grabs his pillow, slides around behind Bart and rearranges himself in front of Tim’s legs. Nightwing watches him over Tim's shoulder but Kon deliberately ignores him as he rests his head near Tim's knees. In this position, Bart is in front of them (except when he zips away to raid the fridge), and Nightwing's vision is somewhat blocked by Tim. It makes Kon feel just a little daring.
Kon reaches out to absently play with Tim's fingers.
He looks at Tim. "Is this... okay?" he whispers. It’s the closest thing to an affectionate display they’ve ever done in front of other people, and he really doesn’t want to spook Tim but at the same time it’s hard to be this close and *not* touch him.
Kon can feel Nightwing looking at him and swallows and focuses on Tim. Tim gives him a small, sleepy smile and Kon feels himself *seize* inside.
And Kon takes Tim's hand, moving slowly so Bart doesn't see. He kisses the palm and the fingers gently stroke his face.
Tim still smiles that little smile, twines his fingers loosely in Kon's, and turns back to the screen.
Kon *tries* to watch the movie, but... no. Tim.
Tim, who periodically looks back at him, his face even and calm.
They stay that way the rest of the film, and Kon tries hard to ignore the sound of Bart munching on popcorn and the *burning* feel of Nightwing watching him over Tim's shoulder. Kon even dares to look at Nightwing occasionally but stops when he feels himself being weighed and measured and possibly fitted for a coffin.
Kon's eyes dart to Tim. He looks half asleep.
Appearances are deceiving, because as soon as the credits roll Tim is instantly on his feet and stretching. "I'm tired. I'll see you guys in the morning."
Bart tips his head and for a second looks *exactly* like Krypto when he's caught a snake and doesn't know what to do with it. "It's only two in the morning."
Tim quirks an eyebrow.
Nightwing twists into a mostly-impossible stretch. "He's a growing boy. He needs his sleep."
"I'll see you later." Tim rests his gaze a half-second too long on Kon before leaving in a swirl of cape.
Kon watches him go. Turns and sees Nightwing watching Kon watching Tim go.
Kon clears his throat. "I, uh. Think I'll call it a night."
Nightwing’s eyes *narrow* at him, but he puts a hand on Bart's shoulder. "These guys are lightweights. Let's make some more corn and watch the George Romero marathon on Sci-Fi."
"Awesome!" Bart squeals. "Um. Wait. Who's George Romero?"
"Who's--gah. They don't teach kids anything *important* in school anymore." Nightwing steers Bart towards the kitchen. "Let me give you a brief history of zombie movies, my young apprentice..."
The light shines from underneath Tim’s door, which means he didn't do his usual perimeter check before bed.
So. Tim's in there.
Alone.
Getting ready for bed.
Yep.
Kon thinks about knocking. Even raises his hand.
Drops it.
Thinks about it some more.
"Kon?" Tim's voice is muffled through the door.
"Um. Yes?"
"...are you going to come in?"
"I was. Knocking."
"Were you?" Tim opens the door. "I didn't hear a knock."
"I was thinking about it."
"So, you didn't actually get around to the knocking part."
"Not as such."
"I’ll take it as read." Tim steps aside.
Kon stays still.
"Unless... you don't *want* to come in."
Kon blinks. "I'd like to come in."
"Kon."
"Yes?"
"You're being a freak."
"Right." And he crosses the threshold.
Tim sets the regular lock on the knob. The door has several other devices with blinking lights attached to it, and Tim presses buttons on each.
"What are those?"
"Extra locks. And a couple of booby traps."
"You go to some pretty disturbing lengths for privacy."
"They’re not that effective. Nightwing can get around these in forty-three seconds." Tim shrugs in a you-should-see-my-other-booby-traps way that Kon knows is supposed to be comforting.
Kon doesn't feel comforted until Tim's fingers twine into his again. He looks at their hands. Tim's smaller palm tucks into his neatly. It looks good there.
Tim's other hand is cupping Kon's jaw, making him look. The eye shields are up and Tim's eyes are blue, and Kon has seen bluer but never so intense.
Kon knows the kiss is coming but he’s still surprised when it happens and it takes him a minute to kiss Tim back. It’s better when he does, though, because Tim is as attentive to detail in kissing as he is with everything else, and Kon feels his mouth being *searched* with lips and teeth and tongue, finding all the places that make Kon moan.
Apparently, there are a lot of them.
Tim’s mouth looks bruised when he breaks off. He steps back a little and tugs off the gauntlets, then works the catches of the cape until it swirls in a pile of shiny black on the floor.
Tim’s eyes are *burning* into Kon’s skin. “Strip for me. I want to watch you.”
Kon doesn’t have much in the way of finesse, but he figures slow will make up for a lack of grace. He draws off the t-shirt over his head slowly, arching his back a bit more than necessary. Blinded by the fabric, Kon hears a series of beeps and the sound of something metal hitting the floor. When he emerges from the shirt, Kon finds Tim’s belt on the floor and Tim rapidly shucking the body armor, but he hasn’t stopped watching.
There’s no graceful way to take off his boots, so Kon eases onto the chair and works them off, peels away the socks and tucks them inside. Kon tries to make up for it by leaning back in the chair, meeting Tim’s gaze and making a show of running the heel of his hand against the slight bulge in his jeans. He wasn’t quite hard yet but watching Tim yanking off his own shirt and tights is getting him there fast. He waits until Tim is naked before popping open the button and easing down the zipper.
Tim is always rougher with him when he teases.
Kon slowly rises and turns his back toward Tim. He works the jeans and shorts down his hips and deliberately bends over to push them the rest of the way off. Tim likes it when Kon shows off his ass. He stays bent over a moment longer than necessary, hoping it will encourage Tim to do *something* besides watch.
He’s still startled at the feel of the thumb pushing into him.
Kon bites his lip and stands, feeling the press of Tim’s bare skin against his back and *moving* the thumb in and out. Teeth dig into his neck and he sees Tim’s hand wrap around his cock. Tim sets up a rhythm quickly, working Kon’s ass and shaft, and Kon has to drop his head back on Tim’s shoulder and *moan*.
“I’ve been waiting to see you like this.” Tim’s breath is hot in Kon’s ear.
“*Tim,*” Kon breathes. Tim pulls the foreskin up over the head and *squeezes* until Kon’s knees shake.
“I didn’t think that movie would ever end,” Tim purrs. “God, you just kissed my hand and all I wanted to do was *this*…”
Tim works his thumb harder and Kon chokes out a groan. “Tim, *please*…”
“I want to do everything with you. Right now.”
“*Anything*.” And he’s absolutely certain he means it.
Kon whimpers when the finger slides out. Tim pushes Kon down on the bed and lies between his spread knees. The kiss is hard and greedy, and Kon has to buck at the feel of Tim’s cock sliding against his. Kon holds him close, petting between Tim’s shoulders and squeezing his ass. Tim bites wet, sucking kisses along Kon’s throat. Kon’s cock pulses every time Tim muffles a groan against his neck.
Roll of their hips together and Kon’s cock is getting the most delicious friction from Tim’s skin. He’s being stained with Tim’s pre-come on every stroke and the feel of their cocks grinding together is so *good*, and he wants to do more than just rub against Tim but he also doesn’t think he can *stop*.
Their cocks get slicker and Kon slides a hand down Tim’s ass and *presses* their bodies together on every stroke. He pushes his fingers into the cleft, slides them against the pucker and brushes the thin skin of the Tim’s sac. Tim pants and moans and he’s trying to pull off but Kon *can’t* let go.
“Fuck, Kon, you—you have to let go or... *god*, you feel…”
Kon *whines* and presses his face into Tim’s neck. “I can’t—I can’t stop, I’m sorry, just--*oh*…”
“Oh *fuck*--“
Kon trembles and spills hot and sticky between them. Tim grabs Kon’s hips and thrusts into the sticky mess and muffles the sound of his orgasm against Kon’s shoulder.
Eventually, Kon reaches down between them to wipe his stomach and lick the taste of them off his fingers. He looks up to see Tim watching him, face flushed and lips parted, and Tim grabs Kon’s sticky hand and sucks off the rest. The feel of the wet tongue writhing on his hand makes Kon’s cock jerk much, much too soon, makes Kon close his eyes and *growl*.
He wants Tim inside him. He wants to be inside Tim. He doesn’t care which happens first, only that it needs to happen *soon*.
Kon tries to deepen the kiss but make it less desperate than he feels, and knows he’s failed when Tim digs callused fingers into Kon’s back and *rocks* up into him. Tim’s not hard yet, and Kon wants to fix that *now*.
“Roll over for me,” he whispers against Tim’s mouth. “I--I want to taste you. Everywhere.”
*Flare* in Tim’s eyes and he rolls over, spreading his thighs enough so Kon can slide between them. Tim’s hands curl into the sheets and he *wriggles* when Kon kisses the base of his spine. He spreads Tim gently and the hole is so *small*, just a tiny pink pucker, and Tim *lurches* when Kon mouths at it.
Kon has to adjust his grip to spread Tim *and* hold his hips, because every lick makes Tim buck against his mouth. He drags Tim’s hips so he’s resting all the way back on his knees, which exposes his hole and now Kon can reach between Tim’s thighs and stroke the thin skin of the sac hanging down. Kon rolls Tim’s balls gently and swirls his tongue around the opening.
“Kon, *please*…”
Kon dips his tongue all the way in, twisting and flicking and Tim muffles a scream into the pillow. Kon gently presses against that hard place behind Tim’s balls and *rubs*.
“*Yes*…” Tim’s back arches into the touch. His breathing is getting ragged already but Kon doesn’t want Tim to come yet, so he slicks his fingers in the spit-drenched skin around Tim’s hole and slides two fingers inside.
They go in rougher than Kon meant and he moves them in and out carefully, but Tim just *works* himself on Kon’s hand like it’s painful but still not enough.
And that’s just… Kon slides the fingers of his free hand into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly, and reaches down between his legs and pushes *in*.
The burn of it makes Kon whine in the back of his throat, but he muffles it by licking around the fingers in Tim’s ass. He wants to get himself open and ready for whatever Tim wants. Wet sounds and Tim is moaning constantly, his hips rising to meet each thrust of Kon’s hand. Kon’s ass is *stretching* around his own fingers, and he can’t get as deep as he wants but he’s still as hard as he’s ever been and he doesn’t ever want to stop.
“*Kon*…”
He doesn’t think he *can* stop. Not if Tim keeps saying his name like that.
“Kon, fuck me, do it *now*…”
Kon groans against Tim’s hole, slides the fingers out of his own ass before pulling out of Tim’s. “We--we need lube.”
Tim rolls over and scrabbles at the nightstand and pulls out a condom and a small bottle. He slides the condom on Kon’s cock in a single, deft motion, flips open the bottle and slicks him.
Kon blinks while Tim rubs the lube along Kon’s shaft. “Are you sure? You want me... on top?”
Tim’s eyes are dark, huge pupils with blue rims peering through tendrils of sweaty black hair. Kon’s never seen him look *hungry* before.
“I’m sure.” And Tim’s voice… There is no way Kon can not obey.
Tim lines them up and practically tugs on Kon’s dick until the head pushes in. Stretch of Tim around him and Kon feels it go in and Tim hisses a little, biting his lip. Kon stills until the muscles relax around him. He makes soothing sounds, petting Tim’s thighs and reminding him to breathe. Pushes in a little more and Tim arches up and *rocks*, and Kon’s thrust is mostly involuntary and it makes them both yell. He’s all the way in, Tim's ass clenching around his dick and his arms wrapped around Kon's shoulders.
And then Kon starts to move.
Shallow movements at first, getting used to the feel, but Tim wraps his legs around Kon’s waist and twitches his hips to meet every thrust. Tim’s eyes and teeth are clenched shut but his hips keep *working*.
“*There*,” Tim hisses. “God, yes, right there…”
Kon’s brain registers that he’s rubbing against Tim’s prostate, which explains why Tim is arching and rocking and cursing a blue streak and *dragging* Kon towards orgasm. He grabs on to Tim’s hip but he’s not sure if he’s trying to hold Tim still or just hold *on*. Kon feels surrounded, possessed, and Tim hisses into his ear, "*Harder*, I can take it, do it as hard as you want…”
Kon growls into Tim’s neck, pulls out and *shoves* into him. He can feel the slap of his balls against Tim’s ass and it’s hot, so hot, and Tim bites into Kon’s shoulder to muffle the scream.
Longer strokes now, still as hard, and Tim lets his head drop back. Kon can see blood on Tim’s lip where he must have bitten it, and his mouth is open and moaning and he’s just letting Kon *take* him.
And Kon is moaning and talking, not really sure what he’s saying but he *has* to tell Tim how good this is. Has to tell him how much he’s wanted this, how sexy Tim is and he can’t believe Tim is letting him do this, letting Kon be inside him.
Tim’s body *shudders* all around him, but Kon keeps pumping, fucking the noise right out of Tim’s throat until all Tim can do is shake his head back and forth on the sweat-damp pillow. Hair clings to his face and Kon licks it and groans against Tim’s cheek.
Tim *squeezes* in time with Kon's thrusts, and Kon feels his cock is being milked and Tim's being *entirely* too good. It's getting hard to keep rhythm so Kon pulls back just enough to wrap a hand around Tim's cock.
"Nnn, god, *Kon*..."
"Tim, you feel so *good*, come for me, *please*..."
And Tim's hand closes around Kon's hand on his dick and moves it in a *brutal* rhythm, hard and stripping until Tim clenches *hard* around Kon and comes.
Kon strokes him through it, feels Tim's muscles relax around him before grabbing Tim's hips and *slamming* deep in him, again and again and again until his body *seizes*.
Tim kisses him between gasps, pets Kon's hair and only grimaces a little when Kon pulls out. Kon drops the condom in the wastebasket before he rolls on his side and tries to get his breathing to something like regular. Tim pulls a blanket over them.
"Warm enough?" Tim draws the blanket up around Kon's shoulders.
"Mmm." Wraps his arms around Tim and draws him close, and Kon knows that Tim won't be much of a cuddler but he's not ready to let the contact go yet.
Apparently neither is Tim, because he rolls on his side and pulls Kon's arm until he's curled up against Tim's back. Kon puts a hand over Tim's heartbeat, feels it getting back to normal.
He slides his other hand down to Tim's ass. Tim makes slight grunt.
"You okay?"
"Mm-hmm. But I won't be able to sit through any long classroom sessions tomorrow."
"Sorry."
Tim turns his head far enough to look at him. "I'm not."
Kon nuzzles his hair. “I should
probably get back to my room.” Kon blinks. "Really?"
"Yeah."
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