Size Difference
I am so incredibly sorry about not being able to cut this. I have tried dozens of times and LJ just isn't having it. It's glitching majorly. :/
Kon was big. Kon was tall. And Kon was broad. And Tim liked it a lot. It started years ago when Tim still thought he might have one more growth spurt left in him. Back in his Young Justice days, he was short and girls found it adorable, guys liked to make fun of him for it. But hey, it helped in his line of work, he wasn’t a brute strength guy like Kon, he was precision. And he liked it that way. But he was still only 5’5. Kon however was 6’0 and liked to show it off.
For instance; Tim had been stretching up to get something from the highest shelf of the pantry, he just wanted some cereal damn it, he would not be getting a step ladder, and Kon came up behind him stretch out against his back and easily grab it for him. He set it down in Tim’s hands, pats him on the head, and tells him that maybe he should get one of those grabbers that the elderly used. Tim then counter suggested that Kon shave off his stupid scruffy goatee.
But late that night when he couldn’t sleep, and he got to that dreary, lucid state, he was going over what had happened that day. He wasn’t purposely thinking about it, it just sort of shot out at him-- his memory of Kon pressed up against his back like that.
In the dark he let himself slow down and replay the incident. Kon’s arms around his shoulders, His chin on the top of Tim’s head, Tim let his hand wander down his chest as he stared at the ceiling, as if his head was projecting the image up there. Kon had smelled like leather, he was warm as his arms entirely circled Tim, his hips pressed into the small of Tim’s back, one hand left his chest to rub lightly along the skin there. He could almost feel him there still. Tim shook his head, stuffed his hands under the pillow and took several deep breaths.
He didn’t admonish himself for having thoughts like that, no, he didn’t even allow himself to admit that he had those thoughts in the first place, he wasn’t ignoring any urges. There were no urges. Right Tim, go to sleep. He told himself. And when he woke up with morning wood and the vaguest memories of a dream -- a dream that was hot and crowded and colorful and the only thing he could remember was the smell of leather and feeling completely covered? Well Tim ignored that too.
It continued from then on, little moments that Tim was sure only he realized. There was that time in battle when Kon scooped him up in his arms just in time to avoid a large, swinging alien tentacle. But Tim wasn’t expecting it, and Kon didn’t have the proper form, so instead of picking Tim up under the arms from behind Kon full body tackled him. They ended up as a knot in the air with Tim’s face against Kon’s chest and his legs wrapped around Kon’s thick core. Tim was gripping on to shoulders much wider than his own as Kon gently lowered them to the ground. They gave each other a quick smile and a whispered, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” before they were off again.
It was only when Tim could relax in his bed, his hands now wandering ever so slowly downward, stopping around his belly button when he snatched them back. Okay, maybe there was something there. Maybe Tim did like it. Maybe he liked the shoulders that felt like they were built out of bricks, maybe he liked the strong, muscular thighs. Maybe I should just get over it because nothing will ever come of this. Tim thought bitterly.
Kon seemed to think otherwise though. It seemed that Kon really liked giving Tim hugs lately, a couple of times he had even thrown him over his shoulder, whether they were escaping from combat, had to get somewhere fast, or just hanging around the tower.
“It’s not a bad thing. I just like that you’re travel sized.” He had said.
Tim was sure that normal friends did not say things like that. But then he was also pretty sure that his and Kon’s friendship had never been a paragon of normal behavior. When they were watching movies Kon would grab Tim and place him on his lap and think nothing of it. He would curl his arms around him completely, put his chin on the top of Tim’s soft hair and hug him like the others were hugging their pillows.
Once when Kon had picked Tim up around the waist to carry him into the kitchen Tim had made a comment.
“Kon, I’m not just some gerbil or a lap dog you know. You don’t have to carry me everywhere.”
“I know, I know, you’re perfectly capable of walking by yourself but I like to. Sometimes I look at you and I think that you’re so pint sized I could pick you up and put you in my pocket.” Kon laughed. Tim didn’t see what was funny.
“Whatever.”
Kon had put Tim down when they reached the kitchen. Tim saw a bag of chips on top of the refrigerator; the rather large refrigerator. They both knew that they were too high for Tim to reach. Tim sucked in a breath, surrendered the last of his pride and asked Kon to grab them for him.
Kon was leaning over to talk in Tim’s ear and Tim felt Kon smile against the back of his neck before grabbing them. Tim felt his cheeks go hot as he felt him rub up against him. He seemed to go on forever against Tim’s back.
Kon brought the chips to his chest. Tim turned around to snatch them out of his hands but Kon held them up over his head where he couldn’t reach. Tim tipped forward and placed on of his small hands on Kon’s broad chest to brace himself, he stood on his tip-toes, before tipping over slightly and falling into Kon just a little bit. Kon looked down at him and smiled deviously as Tim looked up with both of his hands pressed against him. Tim tried his best to hide his blush but he knew it wouldn’t matter any way.
“Here you go, Wonder Boy.” Kon said as he placed the bag in Tim’s now open arms. He turned and walked away making sure to stretch to hs full height and roll his shoulders on the way out.
That night Tim lie in bed, and finally let his hands travel all the way down to his cock. Thinking in snippets about how Kon’s body felt behind his, below his… what it would feel like on top of his. He spread his legs wide imagining that Kon was leaning in between them. He could see his thick chest. He imagined that Kon’s strong arms and bulky shoulders were holding his hands down by his side.
He imagined snippets of them in various positions, Tim on his back, Tim with his knees pushed to his chest, while Kon’s shoulders kept them spread, Tim on his knees as Kon completely covered him and thrusted him into the sheets.
“ AHH. Kon.”
Tim shuddered quietly as he came onto his hand. He wiped it on his T-shirt, lifted it off and promised himself that he would hide it until he got a chance to wash it. He turned over and shoved his face in his pillow and tried his best to convince himself that he could keep this little fetish (he groaned at the word) to himself.
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It was a couple of months later and Tim was pretty sure that life enjoyed torturing him. Life enjoyed seeing what made him squirm and parading such things in front of his face. Evidence: Kon was working out in front of him without a shirt on. Kon was sweaty, and working out in front of Tim without a shirt on, and Tim could see all of the muscles in Kon’s back moving. Tim was perfectly fine discreetly ogling him from underneath his mask as Tim did his stretches. But then Kon was catching his eye and suddenly turning around super speeding right. In front. Of Tim’s. Face.
“Hey Tim what’s up with you lately?” Kon asked with a knowing smirk.
“What would give you the impression that anything was up?” Tim snickered quietly at the unwitting innuendo. Kon stepped in between Tim’s legs, which were spread out on the floor as he was doing toe touches, and looked straight down at him.
“You’ve kind of been avoiding me lately. Just a little bit. But I was wondering if it was just your battish nature acting up or if I had actually done something wrong.”
“I think you’re imagining things Kon.”
“No there is something going on here. Lately whenever I try to touch you, you seem to stiffen up.”
Tim looked up at Kon. He had to arch his neck backwards to even see his face at this angle. On the way up Tim couldn’t help but notice the way that Kon’s abs looked and broadened as his eyes went up his chest and then followed the stout curve up to his shoulders before swooping up to his thick neck and finally settling in his face. Tim swallowed hard. Kon looked down right smug at this point. Tim tried to close his legs but Kon leant down and his hands stopped him, gripping the inside of his knees.
“Like right now, you seem a little tense.” Kon was leering down at Tim; he slowly brought his hands up to Tim’s chin. “And I think I know why.”
“I’d like to hear any theories that you’ve come up with. So that I can discredit them and get on with our day.”
Tim stood up to be face to chest with Kon, suddenly in a stasis. A million different ideas were flowing through Tim’s brain, Pro’s and Con’s and contingency plans for any move Kon might make. Then Kon grabbed his shoulders and brought their faces together for a kiss. Tim didn’t move. He just let himself get kissed while reevaluating everything about his and Kon’s relationship while factoring in what this would change. Should he go with it? Should he step back? Or maybe he should just shut his brain down for a moment and realize that his very attractive best friend was kissing him in a way that implied many good things to come. Tim decided to go with the latter. Just when Tim started to kiss back Kon pulled away from his lips with a nervous look on his face.
“Please don’t let Bat’s kill me.”
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Well, that had been a few years ago, now Tim was Red Robin, and Kon was his (semi-secret) boyfriend. Kon still reached things for him, even when he didn’t need to.
“You know I have grown a little bit since back in the day, you don’t have to do that anymore.” Tim said as Kon reached for a book from the top shelf in Tim’s room. Kon scoffed good naturedly.
“Oh really? Maybe you’ve grown a little bit Wonder Boy, but I still think it’s my duty to help out my little munchkin.”
“Don’t ever call me a munchkin again.”
“Says the guy standing at a whole astounding 5’6.” Tim punched Kon in the arm.
“5’7”
“Why don’t we compromise with 5’6 and a half?”
“Ha, says the guy who’s 6’2. It’s not as if you’ve got anything to worry about.”
“Except for maybe hitting my head getting in and out cars.” Kon was speaking from experience here, Tim chuckled at his face.
“I guess we all have it rough.”
“You’ll be having it rough tonight.”
“Kon, I can give you points for effort but you get none for ingenuity, I may have to even revoke some for how incredibly sleazy that sounded.”
Kon apologized with his eyes, as he cuddled up to Tim.
Now that they were in a stable relationship, they were able to become more…open about certain aspects that they rather enjoyed about each other. Kon knew that Tim liked his bulkiness, and Kon made it very clear that he liked Tim as the petite guy he was. Tim liked the power, Kon liked the grace, Tim liked the warmth, and Kon liked…everything. Kon liked the delicate nature that Tim exuded. Well, the relative delicateness at least. Tim was sturdy, hell, he could take and give a punch, and he hadn’t earned the Boy Wonder moniker for nothing-- but in the moments when he was asleep, or during one of the few times he let his guard down, Tim’s defenses ebbed away, and Kon was reminded just how human he was. Of course that was the one thing he didn’t tell Tim; he did not want a shuriken in the face for calling Tim “dainty.”
That being said Kon knew how to capitalize on certain aspects of his physique. This is why when Tim rolled his eyes at Kon, who was nibbling on his neck, Kon nonchalantly flexed his arms from where he was holding Tim around the chest. Tim sighed pleasantly in Kon’s ear, pushing back into the embrace and grasping his own hands on top of where Kon’s forearms crossed in front of his rib cage.
Kon slowly maneuvered them backwards so that he was sitting with his legs hanging off of the long side of Tim’s king sized bed. Completely cradling Tim and keeping him sunk into his lap as Kon brought both of their legs up and encased Tim’s thighs with his own. Tim felt completely cocooned, if it wasn’t for Kon nibbling on his ear, he might have been able to fall asleep just like that.
The light was dim from only a small lamp in the corner of the room, and they could hear the cars going by outside. Tim half sighed and half moaned as he let his head drop onto Kon’s shoulder, and Kon started kissing his neck. Pleased by the turn of events, Kon detached one arm from Tim’s thinner torso and snuck his hand up his shirt, fingers tracing along the side of Tim’s waist where it dipped in so beautifully.
They were built different. Tim, although being muscular, was still rather svelte, being somewhere between 130 and 140 pounds, and it was all lean muscle, none of the bulging mass that Kon had. Tim had a waist, which flared slightly into his skinny hips and his rib cage. Kon just got wider further up his torso; he didn’t have any delicious contours like Tim; he only had ridges and bumps.
Tim turned around in Kon’s grasp and situated himself so that his arms were now around Kon’s neck, and his pelvis was crushing into Kon’s abs. He started minutely thrusting his ass against Kon’s quickly hardening dick, teasing. Kon gave a low groan of appreciation, then placed his broad hands firmly on Tim’s slender hips and ground him down more forcefully.
Tim looked down at their arrangement and devoured all of the details: Kon’s thighs were so thick; they dwarfed Tim’s that were stretched over them, a criss-crossing diamond of thin and thick lines. Tim squeaked a little, blushed at the sound and grasped at Kon’s vast deltoids; spread his thin fingers across the expanse of muscle. Then he clenched the fabric of Kon’s t-shirt, spidering his fingers, and gathering the fabric in bunches. Kon got the hint and enthusiastically tore the shirt over his head.
Tim pushed Kon down onto his back and climbed over him. He stretched to nuzzle his nose across the side of Kon’s face. His hands ghosted over the front of Kon’s shirtless body, reading it like a topographic map.
He faintly traced his fingers in circles around Kon’s nipples before dragging himself down across the wide terrain of his boy friend, his tongue tracing whimsical patterns across his skin before coming up to latch on right below Kon’s collar bone and suck hard. Not kissing, not nibbling, not licking-marking.
Kon grunted and brought his sips up to thrust strongly against Tim’s, while his strong fingers were indenting the skin around Tim’s fragile hip bones. Kon bucked so hard that he almost threw Tim off; Tim made an undignified noise and then chuckled as he resettled himself firmly across Kon.
Kon reached down to rip off Tim’s t-shirt--shredding it. Tim blushed furiously as he rutted himself against Kon with his whole body; he loved it when Kon let his strength show in the bedroom.
“I liked that shirt.”
“Come on Tim, how many red T-shirts do you probably own?”
Kon placed his mouth over Tim’s open one to cut off any snide remarks that might come out, pushing his tongue in and tangling it with Tim’s. Kon licked lightly at the roof of Tim’s mouth and Tim moaned into Kon’s.
“Kon.”
Tim’s voice was a whine, and a question, and a plea. Kon answered it by flipping them over quickly, letting his weight press Tim into the mattress and covering him with his body.
Tim moaned. His hands frantically undid the button to Kon’s jeans, pushing them part way down his thighs before his legs clambered up around Kon’s hips and his feet pushed them mostly down Kon’s legs. However his feet couldn’t reach all the way so Kon kicked them off on to the floor.
Kon started bodily pushing Tim up the bed so that they were lying across it properly. Kon took Tim’s each if Tim’s wrists in his hands and half way nudged and half way crab walked them so that Tim was against the pillows, on the way there he had unbuttoned Tim’s pants and whipped them down his legs.
Tim’s legs were fully extended and his toes were brushing Kon’s calf muscles. Then he brought them up to circle Kon’s waist like a pair of parenthesis, his feet planted firmly on the soft black sheets. Kon thumbed the waist band to his boxers and shoved them down and out of the way as well before lowering himself down onto Tim again; brushing his naked cock over Tim’s still clothed one. Tim clenched his hands around the dimples of Kon’s lower back and encouraged him downward and forward.
“Mmmmm. AH.” Tim let out.
“Tim, if only you could see yourself.”
Tim’s thighs were spread wide in an attempt to accommodate Kon’s thick and wide frame. He was spread open so completely, his hips twitched at the comment.
“Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea.” Tim rasped as he lifted his knees back just a bit more, inching his thighs farther apart.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”
“Yes.” Tim hissed out low and seductively. “But why don’t you show your gratitude?”
Tim enclosed his arms around Kon’s beefy shoulders, feeling the way Kon’s muscles rubbed against the soft skin of his forearms.
Kon reached down and furtively shoved Tim’s tight black boxer-briefs down his elegant legs. His head ducked to lick Tim’s penis playfully, not taking it into his mouth, just enough to tease. Tim whined and ran his fingers through Kon’s hair, but he was already on the move, his mouth tracing down into the V of Tim’s hips, up the milky insides of his thighs before placing a gentle kiss to the inside of each knee and using his hands to hold them apart as he found the lube and condoms with his TTK.
Tim breathed heavily and looked down his nose at his boyfriend between his legs, watching with apt attention as Kon uncapped the lube and spread it over his fingers. Kon played around with Tim’s hole, rubbing against it, spreading the lube. Then he pushed one finger in slowly.
Kon had big fingers. Big. They were just like everything else about him. The thought that one day soon Kon would probably be as big as the Man of Steel made Tim dizzy. He could only imagine what that would be like. Kon was big now, with his thick finger slowly pumping in and out of Tim; the thought was highly erotic, and Tim gasped between the images and fantasies in his head and what Kon was doing to his body. Everything felt good.
Kon, spurred on by Tim’s steady stream of noises and his own hard cock, pushed a second finger in much more roughly. Tim jerked into it and his voice went up. Kon wanted to be inside of that tight heat right now.
“Are you okay?” Kon asked. Tim shook his head quickly.
“Of course. Keep go-OH-ing.”
Tim’s voice broke, and Kon had to squeeze the base of his dick in an attempt to stave off his arousal for a few minutes longer, he wanted this to be good, and no matter how Tim wanted it he would make sure that he wouldn’t get hurt in any way, so he had to be properly stretched.
Kon placed one large hand on Tim’s abdomen to hold him down on the bed. Tim whined high in his throat, his hips doing the talking for him as they twitched upwards again and again. Tim liked being held down, something about the settling weight and warmth was just right for him.
Kon was pushing his fingers in further, stretching and scissoring thoroughly, exploring a place they’ve already ventured many times before, but always just missing his prostate. Kon was teasing, and Tim liked it a little too much. All of his nerve endings were screaming at Tim to push up into it, but Kon had a strong grip, and he loved feeling Kon press him down into the mattress.
“Kon.”
Tim said in a low, sultry voice.
Everything and nothing was inflected in that word. Tim wasn’t very vocal during sex in the sense that he didn’t often vocalize exactly what he wanted. He was more prone to whines or moans, or soft, quick touches to get the point across; however Tim was very loud in bed. Which Kon had absolutely no problem with, in fact he downright did all he could to entice it. Kon was very happy right now. Kon kissed sloppily at the spot behind Tim’s right ear.
“Kon.”
Another whine, almost too low to hear, it ended with a peaked sigh: a statement of intent.
Kon withdrew his fingers and tore the condom wrapper off. He slid the condom on to his dick, and slicked up, all the while staring Tim in the eyes. And Tim was staring back. And lust was the only thing that either of them had in their eyes.
They held eye contact until Kon lined up at Tim’s hole and slowly pushed the head in. At that point Tim’s head fell back against the pillows and his fell shut. Just like the rest of him, Kon was big there too, and even if he was used to it, it was still intense. Tim’s breath hitched in tandem with each inch that Kon jerked in. Eventually was fully seated, and Tim’s ass and thighs were pushed against Kon’s strong hips.
Kon grabbed Tim’s legs and placed them around his waist and Tim held on tightly as Kon started thrusting. Slowly at first. Slow and deep. Tim moaned low and throatily and he scratched at Kon’s scalp. After a few minutes he opened his red mouth to say-
“Har-harder. You can go harder.”
Kon kept the relatively slow pace but put more power behind his thrusts. Tim was writhing underneath him. He looked small against the sheets, he slid easily along them, he was so much lighter, and he was almost like a rag doll that Kon was controlling. Only Tim definitely had control over his hips, which were thrusting up against Kon’s. He also had control over his hands, and his thighs, and his vocal chords.
Kon started thrusting faster, picking up speed as Tim’s voiced picked up frequency. Every sound in the room was something obscene: the slapping of sweaty skin, the various pants, moans, and whines, not to mention the numerous cries of “God.” and “Fuck.” from both parties, the dull thump- thump- thump of the head board hitting the wall.
Tim’s thought were swimming. That is the thoughts that he could actually manage right then. Tim ran his hands up Kon’s sweaty back feeling how it dwarfed him, feeling how much wider it was on top of his own body. Tim moved his hands up and down Kon’s arms, which were planted on either side of Tim’s head, they were so big. Tim felt Kon’s chest moving against his and reveled in the solid force of it.
“Eeeennnngghh. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Kon loved it when Tim got like this.
Tim’s head was pressed firmly against the pillow, neck arching at a hard angle. Kon watched Tim’s Adam’s apple bob up and down and he decided that he wanted to taste it. He nibbled on the skin, catching it lightly between his teeth.
Tim’s face was so completely flushed. Kon was insanely turned on by that tiny detail, Tim’s smooth and pale skin with a pink blushing gradient down to his chest. He had done that. Kon leaned down to nuzzle Tim’s slightly up turned nose, placed small in his face. Kon could never figure out how Tim managed to look so cute and so sexy at the same time.
Kon slid back on his haunches a little and lifted Tim’s slim hip’s up into a high angle off of the bed; lifting him like he was nothing. Tim let out a surprised intake of breath.
Kon pulled out achingly slow and slammed back in, pounding into Tim’s prostate. The noises were the best. Tim made a breathy, broken sound that couldn’t be named. Just maybe his face was even better, as his eyes snapped shut (when had they opened again?) , his neck arched back, then he pushed his face into the pillow as much as he could at that angle-strung out. His mouth popped open into a perfect oval.
Tim was riding the waves of pleasure, feeling Kon’s arms around his hips and his waist, listening as their skin slid against each other, feeling Kon’s cock touch places inside of him and the friction in his inner walls.
Kon wrapped one heavy hand around his dick and that was it. He made tiny broken noises, his orgasm powerful enough to nock his voice out. Kon saw his boy friend in such a state, his beautiful arch that belonged only to him, his sweaty bangs, and his fucked out face. Tim tightened around him and Kon couldn’t last very long after that, he was already so on edge, feeling the slick warmth so tight on him, seeing Tim fall back, debauched and small on the sheets, it did him in. He came so hard that he saw white; both of them working through the aftershocks, chasing after that feeling, not wanting it to leave just yet. The carnal desire was still strong. They completely emptied themselves, and continued to rut listlessly against each other until they went soft.
At that point Kon pulled out as gently as he could, Tim’s legs rubbery and sliding off of his back and on to the bed. Tim did a very good job of hiding it but Kon could still catch the slight wince on his face. Kon sluggishly levered himself off of the bed to throw the used condom into the trash in the corner of the room.
Kon returned to bed, with a still hazed out Tim on it, and laid himself down in his previous position between Tim’s still open thighs. Tim liked it this way, liked to be blanketed as they recovered from their post-coital haze. Kon stuck his nose in Tim’s neck, and Tim did the same to him.
Kon looked up to see a noticeable amount of damage to Tim’s wall. It seemed that the head board had survived this enthusiastic session but unfortunately the chips of Tim’s wall on the floor seemed to be casualties.
“I told you that you would be getting it good tonight.” Kon smirked.
Tim’s voice was ragged, half asleep, and listless. But it still somehow managed to out snark Kon’s.
“Kon I will kick you out of this bed.”
Kon was big. Kon was tall. And Kon was broad. And Tim liked it a lot. It started years ago when Tim still thought he might have one more growth spurt left in him. Back in his Young Justice days, he was short and girls found it adorable, guys liked to make fun of him for it. But hey, it helped in his line of work, he wasn’t a brute strength guy like Kon, he was precision. And he liked it that way. But he was still only 5’5. Kon however was 6’0 and liked to show it off.
For instance; Tim had been stretching up to get something from the highest shelf of the pantry, he just wanted some cereal damn it, he would not be getting a step ladder, and Kon came up behind him stretch out against his back and easily grab it for him. He set it down in Tim’s hands, pats him on the head, and tells him that maybe he should get one of those grabbers that the elderly used. Tim then counter suggested that Kon shave off his stupid scruffy goatee.
But late that night when he couldn’t sleep, and he got to that dreary, lucid state, he was going over what had happened that day. He wasn’t purposely thinking about it, it just sort of shot out at him-- his memory of Kon pressed up against his back like that.
In the dark he let himself slow down and replay the incident. Kon’s arms around his shoulders, His chin on the top of Tim’s head, Tim let his hand wander down his chest as he stared at the ceiling, as if his head was projecting the image up there. Kon had smelled like leather, he was warm as his arms entirely circled Tim, his hips pressed into the small of Tim’s back, one hand left his chest to rub lightly along the skin there. He could almost feel him there still. Tim shook his head, stuffed his hands under the pillow and took several deep breaths.
He didn’t admonish himself for having thoughts like that, no, he didn’t even allow himself to admit that he had those thoughts in the first place, he wasn’t ignoring any urges. There were no urges. Right Tim, go to sleep. He told himself. And when he woke up with morning wood and the vaguest memories of a dream -- a dream that was hot and crowded and colorful and the only thing he could remember was the smell of leather and feeling completely covered? Well Tim ignored that too.
It continued from then on, little moments that Tim was sure only he realized. There was that time in battle when Kon scooped him up in his arms just in time to avoid a large, swinging alien tentacle. But Tim wasn’t expecting it, and Kon didn’t have the proper form, so instead of picking Tim up under the arms from behind Kon full body tackled him. They ended up as a knot in the air with Tim’s face against Kon’s chest and his legs wrapped around Kon’s thick core. Tim was gripping on to shoulders much wider than his own as Kon gently lowered them to the ground. They gave each other a quick smile and a whispered, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” before they were off again.
It was only when Tim could relax in his bed, his hands now wandering ever so slowly downward, stopping around his belly button when he snatched them back. Okay, maybe there was something there. Maybe Tim did like it. Maybe he liked the shoulders that felt like they were built out of bricks, maybe he liked the strong, muscular thighs. Maybe I should just get over it because nothing will ever come of this. Tim thought bitterly.
Kon seemed to think otherwise though. It seemed that Kon really liked giving Tim hugs lately, a couple of times he had even thrown him over his shoulder, whether they were escaping from combat, had to get somewhere fast, or just hanging around the tower.
“It’s not a bad thing. I just like that you’re travel sized.” He had said.
Tim was sure that normal friends did not say things like that. But then he was also pretty sure that his and Kon’s friendship had never been a paragon of normal behavior. When they were watching movies Kon would grab Tim and place him on his lap and think nothing of it. He would curl his arms around him completely, put his chin on the top of Tim’s soft hair and hug him like the others were hugging their pillows.
Once when Kon had picked Tim up around the waist to carry him into the kitchen Tim had made a comment.
“Kon, I’m not just some gerbil or a lap dog you know. You don’t have to carry me everywhere.”
“I know, I know, you’re perfectly capable of walking by yourself but I like to. Sometimes I look at you and I think that you’re so pint sized I could pick you up and put you in my pocket.” Kon laughed. Tim didn’t see what was funny.
“Whatever.”
Kon had put Tim down when they reached the kitchen. Tim saw a bag of chips on top of the refrigerator; the rather large refrigerator. They both knew that they were too high for Tim to reach. Tim sucked in a breath, surrendered the last of his pride and asked Kon to grab them for him.
Kon was leaning over to talk in Tim’s ear and Tim felt Kon smile against the back of his neck before grabbing them. Tim felt his cheeks go hot as he felt him rub up against him. He seemed to go on forever against Tim’s back.
Kon brought the chips to his chest. Tim turned around to snatch them out of his hands but Kon held them up over his head where he couldn’t reach. Tim tipped forward and placed on of his small hands on Kon’s broad chest to brace himself, he stood on his tip-toes, before tipping over slightly and falling into Kon just a little bit. Kon looked down at him and smiled deviously as Tim looked up with both of his hands pressed against him. Tim tried his best to hide his blush but he knew it wouldn’t matter any way.
“Here you go, Wonder Boy.” Kon said as he placed the bag in Tim’s now open arms. He turned and walked away making sure to stretch to hs full height and roll his shoulders on the way out.
That night Tim lie in bed, and finally let his hands travel all the way down to his cock. Thinking in snippets about how Kon’s body felt behind his, below his… what it would feel like on top of his. He spread his legs wide imagining that Kon was leaning in between them. He could see his thick chest. He imagined that Kon’s strong arms and bulky shoulders were holding his hands down by his side.
He imagined snippets of them in various positions, Tim on his back, Tim with his knees pushed to his chest, while Kon’s shoulders kept them spread, Tim on his knees as Kon completely covered him and thrusted him into the sheets.
“ AHH. Kon.”
Tim shuddered quietly as he came onto his hand. He wiped it on his T-shirt, lifted it off and promised himself that he would hide it until he got a chance to wash it. He turned over and shoved his face in his pillow and tried his best to convince himself that he could keep this little fetish (he groaned at the word) to himself.
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It was a couple of months later and Tim was pretty sure that life enjoyed torturing him. Life enjoyed seeing what made him squirm and parading such things in front of his face. Evidence: Kon was working out in front of him without a shirt on. Kon was sweaty, and working out in front of Tim without a shirt on, and Tim could see all of the muscles in Kon’s back moving. Tim was perfectly fine discreetly ogling him from underneath his mask as Tim did his stretches. But then Kon was catching his eye and suddenly turning around super speeding right. In front. Of Tim’s. Face.
“Hey Tim what’s up with you lately?” Kon asked with a knowing smirk.
“What would give you the impression that anything was up?” Tim snickered quietly at the unwitting innuendo. Kon stepped in between Tim’s legs, which were spread out on the floor as he was doing toe touches, and looked straight down at him.
“You’ve kind of been avoiding me lately. Just a little bit. But I was wondering if it was just your battish nature acting up or if I had actually done something wrong.”
“I think you’re imagining things Kon.”
“No there is something going on here. Lately whenever I try to touch you, you seem to stiffen up.”
Tim looked up at Kon. He had to arch his neck backwards to even see his face at this angle. On the way up Tim couldn’t help but notice the way that Kon’s abs looked and broadened as his eyes went up his chest and then followed the stout curve up to his shoulders before swooping up to his thick neck and finally settling in his face. Tim swallowed hard. Kon looked down right smug at this point. Tim tried to close his legs but Kon leant down and his hands stopped him, gripping the inside of his knees.
“Like right now, you seem a little tense.” Kon was leering down at Tim; he slowly brought his hands up to Tim’s chin. “And I think I know why.”
“I’d like to hear any theories that you’ve come up with. So that I can discredit them and get on with our day.”
Tim stood up to be face to chest with Kon, suddenly in a stasis. A million different ideas were flowing through Tim’s brain, Pro’s and Con’s and contingency plans for any move Kon might make. Then Kon grabbed his shoulders and brought their faces together for a kiss. Tim didn’t move. He just let himself get kissed while reevaluating everything about his and Kon’s relationship while factoring in what this would change. Should he go with it? Should he step back? Or maybe he should just shut his brain down for a moment and realize that his very attractive best friend was kissing him in a way that implied many good things to come. Tim decided to go with the latter. Just when Tim started to kiss back Kon pulled away from his lips with a nervous look on his face.
“Please don’t let Bat’s kill me.”
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Well, that had been a few years ago, now Tim was Red Robin, and Kon was his (semi-secret) boyfriend. Kon still reached things for him, even when he didn’t need to.
“You know I have grown a little bit since back in the day, you don’t have to do that anymore.” Tim said as Kon reached for a book from the top shelf in Tim’s room. Kon scoffed good naturedly.
“Oh really? Maybe you’ve grown a little bit Wonder Boy, but I still think it’s my duty to help out my little munchkin.”
“Don’t ever call me a munchkin again.”
“Says the guy standing at a whole astounding 5’6.” Tim punched Kon in the arm.
“5’7”
“Why don’t we compromise with 5’6 and a half?”
“Ha, says the guy who’s 6’2. It’s not as if you’ve got anything to worry about.”
“Except for maybe hitting my head getting in and out cars.” Kon was speaking from experience here, Tim chuckled at his face.
“I guess we all have it rough.”
“You’ll be having it rough tonight.”
“Kon, I can give you points for effort but you get none for ingenuity, I may have to even revoke some for how incredibly sleazy that sounded.”
Kon apologized with his eyes, as he cuddled up to Tim.
Now that they were in a stable relationship, they were able to become more…open about certain aspects that they rather enjoyed about each other. Kon knew that Tim liked his bulkiness, and Kon made it very clear that he liked Tim as the petite guy he was. Tim liked the power, Kon liked the grace, Tim liked the warmth, and Kon liked…everything. Kon liked the delicate nature that Tim exuded. Well, the relative delicateness at least. Tim was sturdy, hell, he could take and give a punch, and he hadn’t earned the Boy Wonder moniker for nothing-- but in the moments when he was asleep, or during one of the few times he let his guard down, Tim’s defenses ebbed away, and Kon was reminded just how human he was. Of course that was the one thing he didn’t tell Tim; he did not want a shuriken in the face for calling Tim “dainty.”
That being said Kon knew how to capitalize on certain aspects of his physique. This is why when Tim rolled his eyes at Kon, who was nibbling on his neck, Kon nonchalantly flexed his arms from where he was holding Tim around the chest. Tim sighed pleasantly in Kon’s ear, pushing back into the embrace and grasping his own hands on top of where Kon’s forearms crossed in front of his rib cage.
Kon slowly maneuvered them backwards so that he was sitting with his legs hanging off of the long side of Tim’s king sized bed. Completely cradling Tim and keeping him sunk into his lap as Kon brought both of their legs up and encased Tim’s thighs with his own. Tim felt completely cocooned, if it wasn’t for Kon nibbling on his ear, he might have been able to fall asleep just like that.
The light was dim from only a small lamp in the corner of the room, and they could hear the cars going by outside. Tim half sighed and half moaned as he let his head drop onto Kon’s shoulder, and Kon started kissing his neck. Pleased by the turn of events, Kon detached one arm from Tim’s thinner torso and snuck his hand up his shirt, fingers tracing along the side of Tim’s waist where it dipped in so beautifully.
They were built different. Tim, although being muscular, was still rather svelte, being somewhere between 130 and 140 pounds, and it was all lean muscle, none of the bulging mass that Kon had. Tim had a waist, which flared slightly into his skinny hips and his rib cage. Kon just got wider further up his torso; he didn’t have any delicious contours like Tim; he only had ridges and bumps.
Tim turned around in Kon’s grasp and situated himself so that his arms were now around Kon’s neck, and his pelvis was crushing into Kon’s abs. He started minutely thrusting his ass against Kon’s quickly hardening dick, teasing. Kon gave a low groan of appreciation, then placed his broad hands firmly on Tim’s slender hips and ground him down more forcefully.
Tim looked down at their arrangement and devoured all of the details: Kon’s thighs were so thick; they dwarfed Tim’s that were stretched over them, a criss-crossing diamond of thin and thick lines. Tim squeaked a little, blushed at the sound and grasped at Kon’s vast deltoids; spread his thin fingers across the expanse of muscle. Then he clenched the fabric of Kon’s t-shirt, spidering his fingers, and gathering the fabric in bunches. Kon got the hint and enthusiastically tore the shirt over his head.
Tim pushed Kon down onto his back and climbed over him. He stretched to nuzzle his nose across the side of Kon’s face. His hands ghosted over the front of Kon’s shirtless body, reading it like a topographic map.
He faintly traced his fingers in circles around Kon’s nipples before dragging himself down across the wide terrain of his boy friend, his tongue tracing whimsical patterns across his skin before coming up to latch on right below Kon’s collar bone and suck hard. Not kissing, not nibbling, not licking-marking.
Kon grunted and brought his sips up to thrust strongly against Tim’s, while his strong fingers were indenting the skin around Tim’s fragile hip bones. Kon bucked so hard that he almost threw Tim off; Tim made an undignified noise and then chuckled as he resettled himself firmly across Kon.
Kon reached down to rip off Tim’s t-shirt--shredding it. Tim blushed furiously as he rutted himself against Kon with his whole body; he loved it when Kon let his strength show in the bedroom.
“I liked that shirt.”
“Come on Tim, how many red T-shirts do you probably own?”
Kon placed his mouth over Tim’s open one to cut off any snide remarks that might come out, pushing his tongue in and tangling it with Tim’s. Kon licked lightly at the roof of Tim’s mouth and Tim moaned into Kon’s.
“Kon.”
Tim’s voice was a whine, and a question, and a plea. Kon answered it by flipping them over quickly, letting his weight press Tim into the mattress and covering him with his body.
Tim moaned. His hands frantically undid the button to Kon’s jeans, pushing them part way down his thighs before his legs clambered up around Kon’s hips and his feet pushed them mostly down Kon’s legs. However his feet couldn’t reach all the way so Kon kicked them off on to the floor.
Kon started bodily pushing Tim up the bed so that they were lying across it properly. Kon took Tim’s each if Tim’s wrists in his hands and half way nudged and half way crab walked them so that Tim was against the pillows, on the way there he had unbuttoned Tim’s pants and whipped them down his legs.
Tim’s legs were fully extended and his toes were brushing Kon’s calf muscles. Then he brought them up to circle Kon’s waist like a pair of parenthesis, his feet planted firmly on the soft black sheets. Kon thumbed the waist band to his boxers and shoved them down and out of the way as well before lowering himself down onto Tim again; brushing his naked cock over Tim’s still clothed one. Tim clenched his hands around the dimples of Kon’s lower back and encouraged him downward and forward.
“Mmmmm. AH.” Tim let out.
“Tim, if only you could see yourself.”
Tim’s thighs were spread wide in an attempt to accommodate Kon’s thick and wide frame. He was spread open so completely, his hips twitched at the comment.
“Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea.” Tim rasped as he lifted his knees back just a bit more, inching his thighs farther apart.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”
“Yes.” Tim hissed out low and seductively. “But why don’t you show your gratitude?”
Tim enclosed his arms around Kon’s beefy shoulders, feeling the way Kon’s muscles rubbed against the soft skin of his forearms.
Kon reached down and furtively shoved Tim’s tight black boxer-briefs down his elegant legs. His head ducked to lick Tim’s penis playfully, not taking it into his mouth, just enough to tease. Tim whined and ran his fingers through Kon’s hair, but he was already on the move, his mouth tracing down into the V of Tim’s hips, up the milky insides of his thighs before placing a gentle kiss to the inside of each knee and using his hands to hold them apart as he found the lube and condoms with his TTK.
Tim breathed heavily and looked down his nose at his boyfriend between his legs, watching with apt attention as Kon uncapped the lube and spread it over his fingers. Kon played around with Tim’s hole, rubbing against it, spreading the lube. Then he pushed one finger in slowly.
Kon had big fingers. Big. They were just like everything else about him. The thought that one day soon Kon would probably be as big as the Man of Steel made Tim dizzy. He could only imagine what that would be like. Kon was big now, with his thick finger slowly pumping in and out of Tim; the thought was highly erotic, and Tim gasped between the images and fantasies in his head and what Kon was doing to his body. Everything felt good.
Kon, spurred on by Tim’s steady stream of noises and his own hard cock, pushed a second finger in much more roughly. Tim jerked into it and his voice went up. Kon wanted to be inside of that tight heat right now.
“Are you okay?” Kon asked. Tim shook his head quickly.
“Of course. Keep go-OH-ing.”
Tim’s voice broke, and Kon had to squeeze the base of his dick in an attempt to stave off his arousal for a few minutes longer, he wanted this to be good, and no matter how Tim wanted it he would make sure that he wouldn’t get hurt in any way, so he had to be properly stretched.
Kon placed one large hand on Tim’s abdomen to hold him down on the bed. Tim whined high in his throat, his hips doing the talking for him as they twitched upwards again and again. Tim liked being held down, something about the settling weight and warmth was just right for him.
Kon was pushing his fingers in further, stretching and scissoring thoroughly, exploring a place they’ve already ventured many times before, but always just missing his prostate. Kon was teasing, and Tim liked it a little too much. All of his nerve endings were screaming at Tim to push up into it, but Kon had a strong grip, and he loved feeling Kon press him down into the mattress.
“Kon.”
Tim said in a low, sultry voice.
Everything and nothing was inflected in that word. Tim wasn’t very vocal during sex in the sense that he didn’t often vocalize exactly what he wanted. He was more prone to whines or moans, or soft, quick touches to get the point across; however Tim was very loud in bed. Which Kon had absolutely no problem with, in fact he downright did all he could to entice it. Kon was very happy right now. Kon kissed sloppily at the spot behind Tim’s right ear.
“Kon.”
Another whine, almost too low to hear, it ended with a peaked sigh: a statement of intent.
Kon withdrew his fingers and tore the condom wrapper off. He slid the condom on to his dick, and slicked up, all the while staring Tim in the eyes. And Tim was staring back. And lust was the only thing that either of them had in their eyes.
They held eye contact until Kon lined up at Tim’s hole and slowly pushed the head in. At that point Tim’s head fell back against the pillows and his fell shut. Just like the rest of him, Kon was big there too, and even if he was used to it, it was still intense. Tim’s breath hitched in tandem with each inch that Kon jerked in. Eventually was fully seated, and Tim’s ass and thighs were pushed against Kon’s strong hips.
Kon grabbed Tim’s legs and placed them around his waist and Tim held on tightly as Kon started thrusting. Slowly at first. Slow and deep. Tim moaned low and throatily and he scratched at Kon’s scalp. After a few minutes he opened his red mouth to say-
“Har-harder. You can go harder.”
Kon kept the relatively slow pace but put more power behind his thrusts. Tim was writhing underneath him. He looked small against the sheets, he slid easily along them, he was so much lighter, and he was almost like a rag doll that Kon was controlling. Only Tim definitely had control over his hips, which were thrusting up against Kon’s. He also had control over his hands, and his thighs, and his vocal chords.
Kon started thrusting faster, picking up speed as Tim’s voiced picked up frequency. Every sound in the room was something obscene: the slapping of sweaty skin, the various pants, moans, and whines, not to mention the numerous cries of “God.” and “Fuck.” from both parties, the dull thump- thump- thump of the head board hitting the wall.
Tim’s thought were swimming. That is the thoughts that he could actually manage right then. Tim ran his hands up Kon’s sweaty back feeling how it dwarfed him, feeling how much wider it was on top of his own body. Tim moved his hands up and down Kon’s arms, which were planted on either side of Tim’s head, they were so big. Tim felt Kon’s chest moving against his and reveled in the solid force of it.
“Eeeennnngghh. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Kon loved it when Tim got like this.
Tim’s head was pressed firmly against the pillow, neck arching at a hard angle. Kon watched Tim’s Adam’s apple bob up and down and he decided that he wanted to taste it. He nibbled on the skin, catching it lightly between his teeth.
Tim’s face was so completely flushed. Kon was insanely turned on by that tiny detail, Tim’s smooth and pale skin with a pink blushing gradient down to his chest. He had done that. Kon leaned down to nuzzle Tim’s slightly up turned nose, placed small in his face. Kon could never figure out how Tim managed to look so cute and so sexy at the same time.
Kon slid back on his haunches a little and lifted Tim’s slim hip’s up into a high angle off of the bed; lifting him like he was nothing. Tim let out a surprised intake of breath.
Kon pulled out achingly slow and slammed back in, pounding into Tim’s prostate. The noises were the best. Tim made a breathy, broken sound that couldn’t be named. Just maybe his face was even better, as his eyes snapped shut (when had they opened again?) , his neck arched back, then he pushed his face into the pillow as much as he could at that angle-strung out. His mouth popped open into a perfect oval.
Tim was riding the waves of pleasure, feeling Kon’s arms around his hips and his waist, listening as their skin slid against each other, feeling Kon’s cock touch places inside of him and the friction in his inner walls.
Kon wrapped one heavy hand around his dick and that was it. He made tiny broken noises, his orgasm powerful enough to nock his voice out. Kon saw his boy friend in such a state, his beautiful arch that belonged only to him, his sweaty bangs, and his fucked out face. Tim tightened around him and Kon couldn’t last very long after that, he was already so on edge, feeling the slick warmth so tight on him, seeing Tim fall back, debauched and small on the sheets, it did him in. He came so hard that he saw white; both of them working through the aftershocks, chasing after that feeling, not wanting it to leave just yet. The carnal desire was still strong. They completely emptied themselves, and continued to rut listlessly against each other until they went soft.
At that point Kon pulled out as gently as he could, Tim’s legs rubbery and sliding off of his back and on to the bed. Tim did a very good job of hiding it but Kon could still catch the slight wince on his face. Kon sluggishly levered himself off of the bed to throw the used condom into the trash in the corner of the room.
Kon returned to bed, with a still hazed out Tim on it, and laid himself down in his previous position between Tim’s still open thighs. Tim liked it this way, liked to be blanketed as they recovered from their post-coital haze. Kon stuck his nose in Tim’s neck, and Tim did the same to him.
Kon looked up to see a noticeable amount of damage to Tim’s wall. It seemed that the head board had survived this enthusiastic session but unfortunately the chips of Tim’s wall on the floor seemed to be casualties.
“I told you that you would be getting it good tonight.” Kon smirked.
Tim’s voice was ragged, half asleep, and listless. But it still somehow managed to out snark Kon’s.
“Kon I will kick you out of this bed.”