First Line ficlet, Tim/Kon
So, miakun wrote me an entirely awesome first line ficlet featuring Dick and Roy and homework. Eeee! So I went and played in her meme!
Here's what I wrote--Tim/Kon, roughly 390 words.
For miakun:
Tim is never really going to get tired of it.
There’s no good reason to find it as entertaining or fun as he does, and the amount of amusement he gains from this scenario and the repetitions thereof probably doesn’t say much for him from a psychological standpoint.
Realizing that does nothing to make him enjoy this less.
Of course, Kon doesn’t seem to find it nearly as enjoyable, given the way he covers his face with his arms and groans. "Tim," he whines. Actually whines. "I don't get it."
He pats Kon's shoulder absently. "That's because you're not focusing. It's not that hard-"
"For you!" Kon throws his hands out and gestures a little manically. "Not that hard for you, which is like... rocket science for me!"
Tim raises an eyebrow and suppresses his smirk. It's really not the time to start laughing. "Kon. It's high school physics. It's not anything like rocket science."
Kon grunts and scowls at the offending text book, lying open between them on his bed. "It's science-and math. It's science and math at the same time." He pauses and looks at Tim skeptically. "You totally love this shit, don't you?"
If Kon didn't know him so well, Tim would be better able to hide the fact that yes, he does. As it is, all it takes is Tim's carefully blank expression for Kon to roll his eyes and bump shoulders with him. "Nerd," he says, somehow managing to sound affectionate and exasperated at the same time.
Tim rolls his eyes, leans forward and taps a diagram in the text book, launching into yet another explanation of applied force and kinetic energy and almost stutters through the accompanying equation but catches himself-which he considers a monumental feat, given that Kon is suddenly breathing on his neck.
"You like this," Kon says in a low whisper next to his ear. "All this science junk. You little Batfreak."
Tim jerks his shoulder, half-heartedly shoving Kon off. "Do you want to do your homework or not?"
Kon pretends to think about that for a second before pouncing. "Um… not."
The textbook gets shoved to the floor with a thud as Kon tackles Tim to the mattress. He kisses Tim breathless, and Tim grins into it.
He is really not ever going to get tired of helping Kon with his homework.
Small note: If you play in my meme, I will totally play in yours! :)
Here's what I wrote--Tim/Kon, roughly 390 words.
For miakun:
Tim is never really going to get tired of it.
There’s no good reason to find it as entertaining or fun as he does, and the amount of amusement he gains from this scenario and the repetitions thereof probably doesn’t say much for him from a psychological standpoint.
Realizing that does nothing to make him enjoy this less.
Of course, Kon doesn’t seem to find it nearly as enjoyable, given the way he covers his face with his arms and groans. "Tim," he whines. Actually whines. "I don't get it."
He pats Kon's shoulder absently. "That's because you're not focusing. It's not that hard-"
"For you!" Kon throws his hands out and gestures a little manically. "Not that hard for you, which is like... rocket science for me!"
Tim raises an eyebrow and suppresses his smirk. It's really not the time to start laughing. "Kon. It's high school physics. It's not anything like rocket science."
Kon grunts and scowls at the offending text book, lying open between them on his bed. "It's science-and math. It's science and math at the same time." He pauses and looks at Tim skeptically. "You totally love this shit, don't you?"
If Kon didn't know him so well, Tim would be better able to hide the fact that yes, he does. As it is, all it takes is Tim's carefully blank expression for Kon to roll his eyes and bump shoulders with him. "Nerd," he says, somehow managing to sound affectionate and exasperated at the same time.
Tim rolls his eyes, leans forward and taps a diagram in the text book, launching into yet another explanation of applied force and kinetic energy and almost stutters through the accompanying equation but catches himself-which he considers a monumental feat, given that Kon is suddenly breathing on his neck.
"You like this," Kon says in a low whisper next to his ear. "All this science junk. You little Batfreak."
Tim jerks his shoulder, half-heartedly shoving Kon off. "Do you want to do your homework or not?"
Kon pretends to think about that for a second before pouncing. "Um… not."
The textbook gets shoved to the floor with a thud as Kon tackles Tim to the mattress. He kisses Tim breathless, and Tim grins into it.
He is really not ever going to get tired of helping Kon with his homework.
Small note: If you play in my meme, I will totally play in yours! :)