Tim’s not perfect. But what Kon has with him, is.
Having To Hold
Tim drooled in his sleep. That wasn’t something Kon had expected from the always perfectly put-together Robin, but then, there were a lot of things he hadn’t expected about Tim.
Like how ripped he was underneath the armor. How good it felt to touch his skin, scarred from years of fighting crime, like Kon’s own never would be.
How fantastic the sex was that first time, even as much as they both fumbled through it. The second and third times had been even better. And holding each other in the afterglow, trading soft kisses and even softer smiles under the starlight shining through the trees around the resort…
No, Kon hadn’t expected it, or the feelings that had intensified in him so quickly, to something one might even call ‘Love’ - but he was damn well glad that he had it.
Just like he had Tim.