Corny (Kon/Bart, PG-13, DCU)
Title: Corny
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Bart
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Written for merfilly's June Challenge for Bart - Flirty.
Feedback: Loved.
Word Count: 300
He tackles Bart something like a mile out of town, and they're both laughing too much to move for at least another few seconds.
Kon knows Superman is gonna be pissed when he finds out Bart turned up in Smallville, but he just doesn't fucking care at the moment, because Bart can actually make this place fun.
"It reminds me of Alabama," he explains from the roof of the barn. "With the sunshine and the people. It's cool."
He blinks, not laughing just thinking about it, and coming up blank. "Alabama? Seriously?"
Bart glares. "Shut *up*, man."
He's humming Sweet Home Alabama when Bart throws a wad of hay at his head at superspeed, and then they're chasing each other.
Bart's faster than him, but not when he's trying to get caught, and neither of them can go too far too fast without drawing attention.
So now they're out in the middle of some field, and Bart's trying to point out cloud shapes in between telling Kon he's a total jerk for holding out on Martha Kent's cookies.
"What was I supposed to do? Show up at the tower with a baggie?"
"*Yeah*."
"You're retarded."
"Jerk."
"Loser."
"Fuckface."
Kon laughs, stunned, and Bart smirks at him. "You *are*."
He uses his TK to shove Bart and then hold his arm when he tries to run.
"*Ow* dude. Not cool."
Bart's shoulder and face is pressed into his chest, and Kon's half sprawled in a bunch of corn that's met it's untimely demise. He shifts a bit, and Bart's in his lap, noses inches from touching.
"Dunno," he says, "*I* think this is the shit."
Bart laughs, now, fast enough so that it's still ringing in the air when they start kissing.
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Bart
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Written for merfilly's June Challenge for Bart - Flirty.
Feedback: Loved.
Word Count: 300
He tackles Bart something like a mile out of town, and they're both laughing too much to move for at least another few seconds.
Kon knows Superman is gonna be pissed when he finds out Bart turned up in Smallville, but he just doesn't fucking care at the moment, because Bart can actually make this place fun.
"It reminds me of Alabama," he explains from the roof of the barn. "With the sunshine and the people. It's cool."
He blinks, not laughing just thinking about it, and coming up blank. "Alabama? Seriously?"
Bart glares. "Shut *up*, man."
He's humming Sweet Home Alabama when Bart throws a wad of hay at his head at superspeed, and then they're chasing each other.
Bart's faster than him, but not when he's trying to get caught, and neither of them can go too far too fast without drawing attention.
So now they're out in the middle of some field, and Bart's trying to point out cloud shapes in between telling Kon he's a total jerk for holding out on Martha Kent's cookies.
"What was I supposed to do? Show up at the tower with a baggie?"
"*Yeah*."
"You're retarded."
"Jerk."
"Loser."
"Fuckface."
Kon laughs, stunned, and Bart smirks at him. "You *are*."
He uses his TK to shove Bart and then hold his arm when he tries to run.
"*Ow* dude. Not cool."
Bart's shoulder and face is pressed into his chest, and Kon's half sprawled in a bunch of corn that's met it's untimely demise. He shifts a bit, and Bart's in his lap, noses inches from touching.
"Dunno," he says, "*I* think this is the shit."
Bart laughs, now, fast enough so that it's still ringing in the air when they start kissing.