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The Vigor of the Forest It's supposed to be punishment, but Bart likes gardening. Sunlight pierces the trees above, thin rays splaying light on the blossoms before him. The air is rich with earth-smells, green smells, there's lush grass beneath his knees and birds are chirping, and exactly how, Bart wonders, could anyone think *this* is punishment?
Maybe Kori thought the punishment fit the crime, because the fire didn't get *that* out of control, and he's already promised not to try any more... what did Robin call it? "Experimental cooking."
Bart turns his attention to yanking out the weeds, and wonders a little about some of these plants. The thirty-seven books he's read on gardening are only marginally useful with Koriand'r's alien vegetation, but the principles are the same: lots of sunlight, food, water, and the occasional de-weeding. He's never read about sentient flowers, but some of Kori’s plants seem to lean into his touch as he's weeding, especially this patch of blue flowers.
The rows of blue blossoms waver in the breeze as Bart drizzles them with water. They're not blue, exactly, darker purple towards the center with red around the stamen, and they *glisten* in the sunlight.
"How are you guys today?” he says conversationally. “The books said it's good to talk to plants, but they don't say what you're supposed to talk *about*. I mean, not like a plant can get *bored*, but you guys might, since you're not from around here." Bart yanks some errant weeds from around their roots and pats fresh mulch into place.
“Some of the others say I talk too much. They’d probably think that my talking to you is an improvement, since I wouldn’t be talking to them. But talking to flowers might get me weird looks from people, so maybe I shouldn’t. But you know, my teammates shouldn’t criticize *me* about being weird, because I’m just fast, and that’s *boring* compared to some of the stories they can tell.”
Bart blinks. The flowers are definitely *leaning* towards him.
"Hm. Do you guys have ears? Maybe you're responding to the vibrations of my voice. Or the other vibrations I produce. I move around a lot, you might have noticed." Bart leans closer to the petals. The flowers are stretching as far as their stems will allow.
A petal brushes Bart's cheek. It's silky and sweet and smells as green as the rest of the air. And Bart has to grin, because the sun is shining and he's talking to *flowers* and the flowers don't seem to mind at all, and he turns his face a little and *inhales*--
--and gets a face full of pollen.
Bart sneezes, stumbles, and lands on his butt. It's in his eyes and up his nose and it smells funny, and he tries to wipe it off his face but it's *sticky*. He lies in the grass and tries to breathe. He's not allergic to pollen, but it's *coating* him, making it hard to see, giving everything a violet cast and sparkly around the edges.
And he's warm. All over.
“That was just… rude!” He coughs again, grabs the clippers and *slices* a few of the blossoms off. Maybe Tim will know what these things are and how to get the blue mess off his uniform.
Okay, maybe he *is* allergic to alien pollen. He has to lean against the wall because his heart's beating like he just broke Wally's record for circling the globe, and he's gone from warm to *hot*. And he's--
Bart checks with his hand. Yep. He's getting hard.
The voices are coming from the living room, and Bart stumbles in without bumping into too much furniture, blinking through the pollen-haze. Kon and Tim are watching a movie and arguing.
"It's Christian Bale," Tim says.
"It *can't* be," Kon protests. "How could they possibly get *him* to play Batman? He doesn't even *look* like--"
"Guys," Bart wheezes.
Kon blinks. "What happened to *you*?"
"Looks like the garden took revenge," Tim says, wiping a stripe of pollen off Bart's cheek with a gloved hand.
Bart shoves the flowers at Tim. "Do these... do they smell funny to you?"
"Funny how?" Tim recoils a little at the blossoms shoved at him, but steadies the bunch of flowers in Bart's shaking grasp with a gloved hand. Bart's eyes widen as the blossoms *reach* for Tim's face and shoot a cloud of violet.
Tim falls back on the couch, coughing and wiping at the mask's eye shields, purple dust coating his hair and face. And Kon ever-so-helpfully bursts into laughter.
"It's not *funny*, Kon!” Bart wails. “These things make you sick, because I'm not allergic and these stupid things shot pollen on me and now I don't--I don't feel so good, and—and opium comes from plants and we don’t know what’s really *in* these things, and I… I *really* don’t feel so good…"
Kon's slides off the couch, laughing and gasping.
Bart decides there’s only one way to get Kon to grasp the seriousness of the situation: he swats him over the head with the bouquet. The pollen coats Kon's black hair and shirt, and suddenly Kon looks like an alien with a serious dandruff problem.
And Kon's still chuckling but he's also sneezing and wiping pollen out of his eyes. Tim, on the other hand... Tim is staring pretty intently at the floor, and he's breathing hard and the way his lips are parted make Bart want to...
It makes Bart want to rub his thumb along Tim's lower lip, and see if Tim's mouth is as soft as it looks and...
"Bart," Tim's voice is low. "What are you doing?"
Bart blinks through the violet. His thumb is resting on Tim's lip, and Tim's fingers are curled around his hand. Tim’s not stopping Bart's hand so much as. Holding it.
He's *touching* Tim. Bart's covered in sticky alien pollen and he's *burning* he’s so warm and he's hard and he's touching *Tim*.
And for once, Tim doesn't seem to mind. Because Tim's holding Bart's hand and sucking the thumb into his mouth, licking the purple off. The mask's eye shields are up but Tim's eyes are closed and someone makes a really *good* noise because the sound forces Bart's cock to pulse pre-come.
"Tim?" Kon's touching Tim's shoulder, and when Bart looks at him he realizes that Kon's blinking hard and *shaking*.
Bart whimpers when Tim pulls off his finger. "The pollen," Tim says breathlessly. He's still holding Bart's hand, and it's obvious Tim's trying to *focus* but he's pushing circles into Bart's palm, like he can't quite stop what his body's doing.
"Yeah." Kon's hand moves from Tim's shoulder and tangles into his hair.
Tim gasps at the pull on his scalp. "We should... there's got to be something in med-lab... maybe--god, *Bart*..."
And Bart realizes he's got Tim's hand in *his* grasp, and the fingers are long and solid and even gloved they taste really good, even if they do smell like something bulletproof. It's not very far down Tim's arm before the gauntlet ends and the skin starts, and that tastes even *better*.
Bart hears a whimper and looks up from where he's been tonguing the thin skin of Tim's elbow to see Kon kissing Tim *hard*, fingers dragging in Tim's hair and Kon's making the most wonderful sounds, and Bart has to reach one hand and *push* against the bulge in Kon's jeans.
Kon groans and breaks the kiss. Kon's expression is *burning* and he tugs Bart's grass-stained shirt off. The air feels cold against Bart's skin but Kon's mouth is *hot* on his neck. Bart's hand is still cupped around Kon and he rubs him through the jeans until Kon pulls him down on the couch, drags him on top until Bart can straddle his lap.
Bart kisses and sucks at Kon's tongue, and Kon's grinding *up* against Bart and Tim’s behind him, kissing the bare skin of Bart’s back, biting and nipping at his neck. It's the sweetest, best thing ever, better than ice cream, even, and Kon's hands are roaming his back and pulling him in *hard*, grinding thrusts against his erection and it's starting to *hurt*.
Bart gasps. "Kon, it's too hard, let go..."
Kon whines against his throat. "You feel so *good*..."
Tim's gloved hand pulls on Kon's arm. "Ease up. You can do it, just... just relax a little, *breathe*..."
Kon exhales sharply, loosens his grip on Bart enough to pull Tim beside them and in for a kiss. The angle is awkward so Bart wraps an arm around Tim’s waist. Bart can feel Tim’s tight muscles and smooth, smooth skin under the uniform, and Bart has to *lick* that little patch of skin peeking above the cape's collar.
"*God*." Tim's voice, whimpering.
There's enough room between them, Bart can slide a hand down and *into* Tim's tights, and it's warm in there and a little wet and Bart rubs it around the tip of Tim's cock. Tim bucks into his hand and Bart reaches down further, gets a hand around him and starts to stroke.
Tim's head is thrown back, Kon's sucking at his throat and *yanking* at the cape. Kon's fingers fumble on the tunic, searching for the fastenings, and Tim's hands tangle with his until somehow the armor slides off his shoulders. Bart looks down and sees Tim's tights down halfway and Tim's pumping into Bart's fist, and Kon's doing something *good* to Tim's ass because Kon's fingers have disappeared into his cleft and Tim's making loud, needful noises.
Bart whispers into Tim’s ear, "You're... you're really beautiful like this. I've never seen any--"
"Oh *god*," Tim groans and comes in Bart’s fist, and Bart slows his hand but doesn't stop, because Tim's not softening *at all*, and Tim's making these little choked, nearly *panicked* sounds.
"It's... it's not going to *stop*." Tim's voice breaks.
Kon bucks under Bart, and squeezes Tim. "N-no. We just. Bart and I..." Kon takes a deep breath and Bart sees him try to focus, and Kon being the only one thinking clearly isn't usually considered a good thing, but.
Kon starts again. "Bart and I, we can... process it faster. We have to. Keep going." Kon looks intently at Bart. "You and I have to met--meta--um."
"Metabolize," Bart breathes.
"Yeah. We do that. Then, we help Tim. Okay?"
Bart nods, and watches Kon's hand reach inside Bart's shorts.
Kon's hand feels huge against him, palm spreading wet down Bart's shaft and fingertips caressing his sac. Bart leans into the touch, little humping thrusts against the palm and Bart bites his lip but he can't quiet all the noises because it's hard and good and *rubbing* him. His vision is *sparkling* and it makes Kon's eyes look shinier and his mouth seem wetter and Bart has to *lick* into it, make Kon suck on his tongue and swallow every moan Bart can't bite back.
And then the hand *stops* moving and disappears, and Bart whines loud and high, but Kon grabs Bart's ass and stands up, and Bart's being carried. Feels his back press against the wall and Kon sets him down, pulls Bart's boots and pants off and Kon presses his face into Bart's erection.
Kon licks at the drop on the tip, and then swirls his tongue around the head. Bart closes his eyes because Kon's tongue is *dancing* around Bart's shaft, licking, tasting, sucking, and Kon's holding him up by the hips and forcing Bart further down his throat.
Bart’s eyes open at the feel of bare hands on his neck to see a fully-naked Tim standing half-over Kon. Tim's bare hands stroke Bart's face, two fingers tracing his lips and *pushing* into Bart's mouth. Instinctively, Bart grabs Tim’s hand and sucks at them, pulls them deep into his mouth, echoing the rhythm of Kon's mouth on him.
Tim's voice is impossibly hoarse. "Is that. Is that what he's doing to you?"
Bart hums a "mm-hmm" around Tim's fingers.
Tim's eyes flutter shut, and he wrenches his hand out of Bart's grasp. He reaches down and pulls at Kon's t-shirt. "Get up," he tells Kon. "*Now*."
Kon pulls off Bart with a lick, letting Tim pull his shirt completely off and stumbles to standing. Tim's hands practically rip Kon's pants down, and shove him at the wall, and Kon catches himself, hands on either side of Bart's head. Bart hears a slick noise, and then sees Kon's mouth form an "O" in surprise.
“Yes," Tim hisses behind Kon. Bart watches Kon's eyes clench shut, hears him struggle to breathe. Kon's leaning on his elbows, not quite crushing Bart but he’s close enough that his warm breath ruffles Bart’s hair and their cocks brush on every thrust of Kon's hips. Bart sees Tim's fingers on Kon's hips, pulling him back and hears little "nn nn" noises from behind Kon's shoulder.
"Kon, is Tim... is he. In you?"
Kon's alternating between panting and clenching his teeth, and manages a sharp nod.
"Does it... god, does it *hurt*?"
The noise Kon makes is somewhere between a gasp, a laugh, and a sob, and he nods again. And Bart decides that's just *wrong* because Kon's cock rubs against Bart's every time Tim thrusts, and Kon's leaking and it's slicking Bart and Kon isn't *allowed* to not feel as good as Bart does right now.
Bart bites his lip and pushes their cocks together, wraps both hands around them and moves his hips in rhythm with Tim's thrusts. Kon's *moaning* now, mouth open and breath hot on Bart's face, and Tim must be thrusting harder because Kon's cock is moving *hard* in Bart's grasp. It makes Bart shake, no, vibrate, and it's hot and *good* on his cock. Kon's shaking and panting, but, no, Kon's not panting... he's *laughing*.
Bart frowns. "What?"
"It's just," Kon pants a laugh. "I have all these powers, and I'm bigger than both of you... and I can't make either of you *stop*."
And that's just... it makes Bart vibrate harder, and he can never keep it up, he always loses control too fast, but Kon’s loving it and he doesn't ever want Kon to stop rubbing against him. "Kon, my hands, I can't hold on to you..."
Kon wraps his hands over Bart's, and they're thrusting together, and Bart's thrumming around their cocks but he *can't* let go--until he comes on Kon's fingers.
He tries to slow his hands, slow down the *shaking*, but Kon's still pumping in his fist and Tim groans. "Bart, don't stop. I can feel you... feel you touching him from *inside*..."
Bart watches the rhythm of Kon's hips going ragged, Tim's fingers digging into Kon's hips and *hears* the groan of Tim's orgasm. Kon's hips are still moving, still needy, and Bart focuses, vibrates his hands on Kon's cock, and strokes him *hard*.
Kon's eyes squeeze shut and his head drops to Bart's shoulder. He makes little whimpering noises and babbles, "... your hands, you feel so *good*... I didn’t know you could feel this way…"
Bart tightens his hands. "That’s it, Kon, come for me. Do it *on* me, on my hands..."
And Bart's voice must be directly wired into Kon's dick, because Kon spurts *hard* and hot in Bart's grasp. Kon leans on Bart's shoulder for long moments, panting, and Bart sees Tim leaning on Kon's back. Bart wipes his sticky hands on his own thighs.
Bart looks at Kon, and realizes the violet tinge that was fuzzing his vision is nearly gone. A little glimmer in his peripheral vision, but his heart rate is mostly back to normal (for him) and when he looks down he notices his cock softening nicely. Bart puts a hand on Kon's chest, feels his heart beating at a relatively normal rate.
Kon pulls his head back and looks at Bart. "Hey."
"Hey." Bart doesn't move his hand. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Yeah, I think. I mean, I *can* think."
Kon smiles. "Yeah. Hang on." Kon turns so fast he blurs, catching Tim in his arms. Tim's face is flushed and he's breathing hard and his cock is *still* full and dark.
Tim whimpers. "It hurts..."
Kon smoothes Tim's hair. "Sh. It's okay. Bart and I will fix it." Kon looks at Bart. "Any ideas on *how* we fix it?"
Reading thirty-seven books on gardening has its uses. "It's pollen, right? So... antihistamines. Maybe diphenhydramine, or chloropeniramine, maybe even fexofenadine if there’s any in med-lab. Hey Tim, do you have any drug allergies I should know about?"
Tim groans and rolls his eyes like he’s hoping he’ll pass out.
**
Bart's not really watching the movie. Neither are Tim and Kon.
Technically they’re all on the sofa, but they’re sitting as far away from each other as possible. Tim’s even doing this leaning thing away from him.
Bart thinks he ought to say *something*. Tim isn't exactly a talking-about-our-feelings kind of guy, and Kon's one of those people who *says* he'll repress and then spends, like, *years* dwelling on something.
Bart never, ever thought *he* would be the emotionally healthy one.
Bart opens his mouth...
...and Tim *glares* at him.
Bart closes his mouth.
They pretend to watch the movie some more.
"Bart!" Kori's voice is tinny through the intercom.
"Um. Yes?"
"Did you finish weeding the garden?"
"Yes. Sort of. Um. No."
"You will finish it *immediately*. Now."
Bart swallows, sighs, and starts to get up. Tim’s hand on his shoulder pushes him back on the couch. "Hey, Kori?" Tim calls.
"Yes, Tim?"
Tim's thumb rubs a little on Bart's shoulder.
"From now on, do your own damn gardening." He flicks the intercom off and settles back on the couch. He refolds his arms tightly across his chest, but this time his shoulder is touching Bart's.
Kon settles in on Bart's other side. Bart looks at each of them and it's obvious they're very carefully not looking at each other, but Bart feels...
He sinks into the couch further, propping his feet on the coffee table next to Kon's big boots. Kon keeps right on furrowing at the people on the screen, absently twining his index finger with Bart's pinky.
"The guy doesn't even look like Batman. Where do they *get* this stuff?"
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