Fic: Nothing The Matter, Teen Titans, Tim/Kon, PG, 1/1
Post Teen Titans #19. Tim will be there for Kon no matter what. Even if Kon changes his name and declares his feelings for him.
Nothing The Matter
“No matter what, Conner,” Tim promised.
Kon took a deep breath. “What about if I ask you to keep calling me Kon?” he said jokingly, belying the seriousness of his query.
Tim stilled for a moment, then he gave a teeny-tiny, almost rueful grin. “Sure, I can do that…Kon.”
Curiosity hung around the bird like an almost palpable cloud, however, so Kon offered a reason. “It’s just…I don’t really feel like Conner Kent.” Conner felt like a mask, actually, more like a shroud. The longer he lived in Smallville, pretending to be someone he wasn’t but everyone seemed to want him to be, the more Kon felt like he was being suffocated by normalness.
Tim nodded slowly. “Alright. Fair enough.”
“Did you mean it when you said no matter what?” Kon asked hesitantly. Because the whirlwind of the past seven months in the future topped off by two days in another future, and wrapped up in the mess that was Tim’s life caused by other people’s deaths…well, he didn’t want to make things worse, which would be all too easy.
Tim’s eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Yes, of course.”
Kon wished he knew what had happened to his Legion flight ring; he could have used something to fidget with. Without an outlet for his nervousness, he thought he might just chicken out. “It’s just…I kinda got something to tell you and I didn’t want you to freak out on me.”
Now Tim actually looked worried - well, for Tim values of worry. And Kon conveniently forgot his planned speech - well, planned two sentences. So he decided to go with show instead of tell.
Two seconds into the kiss, Kon was starting to rethink his idea - or maybe he was just thinking about it for the first time, since no thought seemed to have been put into his decision to lay a wet one on his best bud.
With no warning. He was lucky that Robin hadn’t tried to pull some judo move on him; he might have hurt himself. Tim didn’t seem hurt; he did, however, seem stunned. Even after thirty seconds - by Kon’s reckoning - had gone by, he hadn’t even tried to kiss Kon back.
He also hadn’t tried to stop Kon, but Kon knew that that didn’t mean anything. Robin never handled emotional stuff well. Tim wasn’t much better at it.
But Kon knew that he had to give the guy a chance to respond in some way, so he pulled back from the kiss, releasing Tim from his barely-there grip. Tim just stared at him for a really really long moment, before he finally blinked. “Um…was that what you wanted to tell me?” he asked.
“Pretty much,” Kon agreed, still worried. “I, uh…well, I want to be more than your friend. Not that being your friend isn’t great, just…” He had no idea how to continue that thought, or to articulate everything that Tim was to him; he just had to hope Tim would get the gist of it.
“Oh. I…” Tim opened and closed his mouth a few times, before he managed something resembling coherency. “I thought that…since Cassie called you Conner, that’s what you wanted to be called. And then you asked me not to call you that, and I know she likes you… But then you said… And you…” He blushed, and shook his head, before finally turning a small Robin-smile on Kon. “I want to be more than your friend, too, Kon.”
Kon breathed an internal sigh of relief, and grinned back. “So…we’re cool?” he asked, tentatively reaching out to hold onto Tim’s hand.
Tim reflexively tensed, then relaxed, and squeezed Kon’s hand. The corners of Tim’s lips curved upward in a smile that actually looked like something normal people would use. “We’re great,” he said, and moved into him.
That time he was the one to initiate the kiss. But after that, neither of them bothered to keep track.
Nothing The Matter
“No matter what, Conner,” Tim promised.
Kon took a deep breath. “What about if I ask you to keep calling me Kon?” he said jokingly, belying the seriousness of his query.
Tim stilled for a moment, then he gave a teeny-tiny, almost rueful grin. “Sure, I can do that…Kon.”
Curiosity hung around the bird like an almost palpable cloud, however, so Kon offered a reason. “It’s just…I don’t really feel like Conner Kent.” Conner felt like a mask, actually, more like a shroud. The longer he lived in Smallville, pretending to be someone he wasn’t but everyone seemed to want him to be, the more Kon felt like he was being suffocated by normalness.
Tim nodded slowly. “Alright. Fair enough.”
“Did you mean it when you said no matter what?” Kon asked hesitantly. Because the whirlwind of the past seven months in the future topped off by two days in another future, and wrapped up in the mess that was Tim’s life caused by other people’s deaths…well, he didn’t want to make things worse, which would be all too easy.
Tim’s eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Yes, of course.”
Kon wished he knew what had happened to his Legion flight ring; he could have used something to fidget with. Without an outlet for his nervousness, he thought he might just chicken out. “It’s just…I kinda got something to tell you and I didn’t want you to freak out on me.”
Now Tim actually looked worried - well, for Tim values of worry. And Kon conveniently forgot his planned speech - well, planned two sentences. So he decided to go with show instead of tell.
Two seconds into the kiss, Kon was starting to rethink his idea - or maybe he was just thinking about it for the first time, since no thought seemed to have been put into his decision to lay a wet one on his best bud.
With no warning. He was lucky that Robin hadn’t tried to pull some judo move on him; he might have hurt himself. Tim didn’t seem hurt; he did, however, seem stunned. Even after thirty seconds - by Kon’s reckoning - had gone by, he hadn’t even tried to kiss Kon back.
He also hadn’t tried to stop Kon, but Kon knew that that didn’t mean anything. Robin never handled emotional stuff well. Tim wasn’t much better at it.
But Kon knew that he had to give the guy a chance to respond in some way, so he pulled back from the kiss, releasing Tim from his barely-there grip. Tim just stared at him for a really really long moment, before he finally blinked. “Um…was that what you wanted to tell me?” he asked.
“Pretty much,” Kon agreed, still worried. “I, uh…well, I want to be more than your friend. Not that being your friend isn’t great, just…” He had no idea how to continue that thought, or to articulate everything that Tim was to him; he just had to hope Tim would get the gist of it.
“Oh. I…” Tim opened and closed his mouth a few times, before he managed something resembling coherency. “I thought that…since Cassie called you Conner, that’s what you wanted to be called. And then you asked me not to call you that, and I know she likes you… But then you said… And you…” He blushed, and shook his head, before finally turning a small Robin-smile on Kon. “I want to be more than your friend, too, Kon.”
Kon breathed an internal sigh of relief, and grinned back. “So…we’re cool?” he asked, tentatively reaching out to hold onto Tim’s hand.
Tim reflexively tensed, then relaxed, and squeezed Kon’s hand. The corners of Tim’s lips curved upward in a smile that actually looked like something normal people would use. “We’re great,” he said, and moved into him.
That time he was the one to initiate the kiss. But after that, neither of them bothered to keep track.