Fic: As a Constellation [DCU, Tim/Kon] (co-written with zoe_chan)
Title: As a Constellation
Authors: lady_sarai and zoe_chan
Fandom/Continuity: DCU, sometime in the nebulous future when Kon is no longer dead. Therefore, definitely an AU.
Length: ~6,000 words
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating/Warnings: ADULT. So very, very, VERY adult. Cannot stress this enough-ADULT. Take note of the pairing: slash contents of an ADULT nature. Please don’t read if these things bother you.
Disclaimer: We do not own anything or anyone. We promise.
Author's Note: So one Saturday, lady_sarai IMed zoe_chan and said "I am in a bad mood. I want schmoop of the fuzzy bunny, sunshine and rainbow variety. But that doesn’t really work with this fandom, does it?" and zoe_chan said, "No." But it happened to be the day before zoe_chan’s birthday, and she required squish. So we nixed the sunshine and rainbows, but threw in kittens.
This should tell you what we were hoping to accomplish with this fic. Well, until plot happened. Let this serve as proof that we are incapable of writing PWP even when we try.
Summary: Tim surprises Kon with a late night visit.
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Tim swung himself lightly on to the old wooden roof. He liked rooftops-probably a holdover from his mentor, but he felt like his mind was clearer when he was on a roof, looking down at the world. The cornfields stretched out endlessly under the starlit sky, and the nearest neighbor was over a mile away-a stark contrast to his normal rooftop haunts in Gotham. You could actually see the stars here.
He heard a small noise behind him and smiled to himself. "Hey, Kon," he said, without turning.
"Tim?" Kon’s voice was still thick from sleep. When he dropped a hand on Tim’s shoulder, it landed heavier than he meant it to. "What’s going on? Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Tim said, turning to smile at Kon. "Just thought I'd stop by for a visit. It's nice here. You can see the stars."
Kon blinked at Tim, then rubbed his eyes blearily. When he dropped his hand, he raised an eyebrow, saying, "The stars." He shook his head, lips turning up in a slight smirk. "Dude, I know Gotham’s dark and creepy, but you came all the way to Kansas to star-gaze?"
"No, I came to visit. Didn't I say that?" He hesitated, blushing a little. "It's kinda late, isn't it? I forget that you have morning chores. Sorry... I can go."
Kon rolled his eyes and pushed on Tim’s shoulder. "Don’t be stupid. You just got here, and it’s not like I haven’t pulled all-nighters or-" He stopped, frowning a little. "Wait, how did you get here?"
Tim grinned wickedly, and gestured to a clear space beside the barn. At least, it was usually a clear space. At the moment, the space was filled with a small, black jet, with a slightly... bat-like feel to it. "I flew." He said the words as though it were obvious.
Kon looked, and stared for a minute before laughing. The look he gave Tim was both incredulous and admiring. "I’m not sure I’d believe it if I didn’t see it, but it’s you, so it shouldn’t surprise me at all." He grinned widely. "You really stole the jet just to visit?"
Tim shrugged. "Well... Yeah." He grinned. "Nice place."
Kon snorted and took his hand off Tim’s shoulder. He sat down, settling himself on the slope of the barn roof and reached up, twining his fingers in Tim’s and tugging. "It’s Smallville," he replied. "Corn capital of Kansas."
Tim grinned and sat down beside him, before leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Yeah, but... Stars. We don't see much of them even at the Manor. Too much light and pollution. It's nice getting to see them here. I just wish I knew more about the constellations."
Kon couldn’t seem to stop grinning. He shifted closer to Tim, resting his weight on an arm behind Tim’s back, mindful of his cape. He reached across them to point at a particular star formation over the horizon. "See the Big Dipper? You can draw an imaginary line north to Polaris and the Little Dipper. Then keep going past Polaris, and see this? Kind of looks like a house, that triangle on top of a square?" He moved his finger, tracing the shape. "That’s Cepheus, the king. And, next to Cepheus…" Kon moved his hand, pointing out a different shape. "Cassiopeia. The Queen. Looks like an M in the summer."
Tim's mouth gaped opened as he followed Kon's gestures. He leaned back a little against Kon's arm. "Where did you learn that?"
Kon shrugged a little. "Some from Aunt Martha. Some from school-shut up, I pay attention sometimes." He bumped his arm against Tim a little. "And I like mythology." He pointed again, tracing the constellations. "Right there, by Cassiopeia, is her daughter, Andromeda. And there’s Perseus, who saved her from the sea monster." He glanced over. "You know why he had to save her?"
Tim smiled. "No, why?"
Kon snorted and rolled his eyes a little. "Sure you don’t." He dropped his chin onto Tim’s shoulder. "Cassiopeia offended Poseidon and sent a sea monster, so they chained their daughter to a rock as a sacrifice." He grinned a little, tilting his head closer to Tim’s. "You know your heart rate just about doubled?"
"Did it?" Tim asked mildly, trying to think past the feeling of Kon's breath on his ear. "So how did Perseus save Andromeda?"
Kon laughed quietly, and turned his head slightly, bumping his nose on Tim’s neck, just behind his ear. "Hmm," he murmured. "I might be trying to impress you by pretending I know more about this stuff than I do," he admitted, speaking just above a whisper. "Is it working?"
Tim shivered. Kon's nose nuzzling behind his ear, and his breath on his neck were without a doubt two of the most distracting things he had ever experienced. "It might be," he admitted quietly, his voice a barely controlled gasp.
Kon laughed a little under his breath, and tucked his chin in against the bend of Tim’s neck, the material of his cape smooth and cool against his skin. He turned back to the sky and pointed up again, keeping his voice low. "Right there, between the Dippers? Draco the dragon."
Tim closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing in the warmth from Kon's body as he leaned his head against Kon's. When he opened them again, he glanced up in the direction Kon was pointing. "And what's his story?"
Kon gave a small shrug, and dropped his hand to Tim’s knee. He rubbed his thumb against the red material covering it and squeezed lightly. He muttered, "I have no idea," and turned his head, brushing his lips against the hinge of Tim’s jaw, just above the collar of his cape.
Tim smiled and tilted his head slightly away from Kon's, allowing him better access to his neck. He made a small noise at the back of his throat as he felt Kon's nose against his ear again. "Draco was the dragon that Cadmus slew," he murmured. "And afterwards, Athena told him to plant the dragon's teeth, and they grew into new soldiers to replace the ones that the dragon had killed. Cadmus used them to help him found Thebes." He found it very hard to concentrate on the story with Kon's lips on his neck.
Kon snorted, biting lightly at Tim’s jaw. "Jerk," he muttered. "You totally already know all this. I knew it." He moved his hand up Tim’s thigh and back to his knee, petting his leg absently. "Probably have a planetarium in that cave of yours."
Tim could barely breathe as Kon's fingers trailed up and then down his leg. "Just the stories," he said finally. "And there's no Bat-Planetarium. I've looked at some star charts, but there's just not much to see in Gotham. Besides, I like having you show me."
Kon kind of leered, but the look was lost against Tim’s neck. "Oh yeah?" He lifted his hand off Tim’s leg, ignoring the way Tim exhaled when he did so, and pressed against the center of Tim’s chest until Tim got the hint and leaned back to lie against the roof. He couldn’t see Tim’s eyes behind his mask, which was really too bad. "There’s more I can show you," he said, smirking.
Tim smiled slowly. "Oh really? I'm breathless with anticipation."
Kon snorted. "Shut up," he said affectionately. He leaned in, and bit at Tim’s lip before pressing his mouth to Tim’s and licking his way in. He hummed a little when Tim responded and deepened the kiss, stroking his hand over Tim’s chest.
Tim reached up to twine his fingers in Kon's hair, pulling him a little closer. He broke the kiss and grinned up at him. "So, what were you going to show me?" His lips brushed against Kon's as he spoke.
Kon kissed Tim again, quickly, groaning a little. "Tim." He reached up, fingers playing at the edge of the cape against his neck. "Get this thing off," he grumbled, brushing his forehead against Tim’s. "I don’t want to get electrocuted or set off some Bat-alarm."
Tim laughed softly, then reached down to depress the catch the held his Kevlar vest closed. "Good idea, considering I didn't tell Batman I was borrowing the plane." He shed the vest and cape, setting them on the roof beside him. He lay back down beside Kon, grateful for the warmth. The night air was much cooler against his t-shirt than it had been against his costume.
Kon couldn’t stop smiling, and he rolled over. "Well, that’s better." He leaned on an elbow and pulled Tim’s t-shirt free with his other hand, pushing his palm under the fabric and petting Tim’s ribs. He shoved a leg between Tim’s and leaned over him, kissing his way across Tim’s jaw.
Tim whimpered a little, and his hips jerked upward involuntarily as Kon swung a leg over him. He shook his head to clear it. He put his hands on Kon's shoulders, looking up at him. "I don't think so," he said, smiling slightly. "Your turn." Before Kon could figure out what was happening, Tim had flipped them, so that Kon was lying on his back, with Tim's knee between his legs. He sat up a little and tugged off his gloves, tossing them onto the cape and vest. Still smiling, he dropped his hands to the bottom of Kon's shirt and slipped his fingers under it, trailing them lightly over Kon's stomach.
Kon shuddered at the feeling of Tim’s bare hands on his skin and exhaled sharply. He reached out and caught Tim’s wrists lightly, rubbing his thumbs up and down over Tim’s veins. He tried to catch Tim’s eyes, but they were still hidden by his mask. "Um. What?"
Tim closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on Kon's hands over his wrists. "Hmm?" he asked distractedly, slipping the tips of his fingers just barely under the elastic band of Kon's boxers. He ran them slowly from side to side, enjoying the sound of Kon's gasps.
Kon couldn’t keep from arching up towards Tim and drawing in a shaky breath. "Fuck, Tim," he muttered, gripping Tim’s wrists involuntarily harder. "What’re you-you said-" He bit his lip and dropped his head back to the roof. "Tim," he said, whining a little. "I can't think, damn it."
Tim gave him a wicked little smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said in feigned innocence. "Do you want me to stop?" He pulled his hands away from Kon's waistband, and brought them up to rest on the roof on either side of Kon's head. He leaned close to Kon, so that his lips just brushed Kon's ear when he spoke. "I didn't mean to be a distraction."
Kon laughed breathlessly and worked on having a coherent thought in his brain past Tim’s lips and breath and voice so close to his ear. "What’s gotten into you?" he asked, reaching his hands up to slip back under Tim’s shirt. "Not that I'm-oh-complaining."
"I'm just in a very good mood," Tim murmured, scraping his teeth gently along Kon's earlobe. He pushed himself up again to look at Kon. "Besides," he smiled. "We're celebrating."
Slipping his hands around to Tim’s back, Kon hugged him closer and leaned up enough to press his lips against Tim’s. "We are?"
"Mmm…" he murmured against Kon's lips.
Kon moaned a little when Tim’s tongue swept against his, and he pulled Tim in close against him before letting go and reaching around to try and remove Tim’s belt. He fumbled, growling a little, and pulled away so he could try to see what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he swallowed and his voice shook just a little more than he liked when he asked, "So what’re we celebrating?"
Tim groaned. "Speaking of distracting," he muttered. He reached down and brushed Kon's hands aside to open the belt himself. He tossed it at his other garments before looking down at Kon with a curious expression on his face. "You really don't know?"
Kon placed his hands on Tim’s hips and squinted up at him. "Um. Is that a trick question?"
"It's your birthday," Tim said simply.
Kon frowned, confused. "My-Tim, I don’t have a birthday."
"Sure you do. I used your second one-I hope you don't mind. I couldn't find your first one."
Kon gaped at Tim momentarily and then swallowed hard. He nodded once, sharply, because he didn’t quite know if he trusted his voice, and then pushed up to kiss Tim roughly, wrapping his arms up around his back in an almost-crushing hug.
Tim made a muffled noise of surprise, then hugged Kon back with equal intensity. He allowed the other boy to deepen the kiss, reaching a hand up to the hair at the base of Kon's neck as he did.
Breaking the kiss, Kon dropped his head to Tim’s shoulder. "I don’t mind," he managed.
"Good," Tim said, with an air of satisfaction in his voice. He pulled away from Kon slightly and reached down to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt. The other boy lifted his arms obediently, and Tim pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Gently, but firmly, he placed both of his hands on Kon's chest and pushed him back against the roof again.
Kon smirked up at Tim, but whatever he was going to say turned into an inarticulate groan when Tim leaned over and began kissing his neck. He shivered, grabbing Tim’s shirt in his fists.
Tim pulled back so that he was half-sitting on one of Kon's legs. He grinned down at Kon playfully. "Yes?"
Making a noise that was something between a laugh and a groan, Kon dropped his head to the barn roof for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows. "So, it’s my birthday, huh?" He pulled Tim’s shirt off, and grinned. "Do I get a present?"
Tim's grin became impish. "Maybe." He leaned closer so that he was whispering in Kon's ear. "Why don't you search me to find out?"
Kon was pretty sure that the goose bumps rising on his skin were more a result of Tim’s mouth on his ear than from the night air. Grinning, he nipped Tim’s shoulder and ran his hands up and down Tim’s sides. "Search you, huh?" He bent his leg, pressing his thigh up against Tim. "I like surprises," he murmured.
Tim made a choking noise as Kon's leg pressed between his, and his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. "Good." Tim shivered under Kon's hands. "So what are you waiting for?"
"Hmm." Kon sucked at Tim’s collarbone and moved his hands to Tim’s ass as he moved his leg under him. Tim was hard against him, which made Kon’s hips jerk involuntarily. He laughed at little at the sound Tim made and the way his hands gripped his shoulders convulsively.
Tim groaned and ground against Kon's leg. He allowed his hands to drop slowly to Kon's hips and settled them there, tracing minute circles with his fingertips just above the waistband of his jeans. He tugged gently at the material, grinning as Kon whined and bucked upward again. He slid his fingers under the button and slipped it free. With the same hand, he pushed the zipper downward, and Kon swallowed the whine in some kind of choked gasp. "A little help?" Tim asked, tugging Kon's jeans open a little.
Kon made a noise that sounded like "guh" and lifted his hips up off the roof while Tim slid his fingers under the denim and paused for a moment before slipping them under the cotton of his boxers as well. Kon wiggled a little, letting go of Tim to help remove his remaining clothes. He dropped his hands to the roof as Tim tossed his pants absently toward their other things.
Tim grinned foolishly down at Kon. He was gloriously naked, and Tim was enjoying seeing him splayed out on the roof in front of him. Apparently he sat staring for too long, because Kon's head dropped back to the roof in frustration. "Tim," he groaned. He sat up and pulled Tim toward him, tugging at his tights. "Off," he growled. Tim grinned and kicked off his boots, shifting a little to help Kon remove the tights and close-fitting shorts he wore underneath. Smirking a little, he stretched out beside Kon on the rooftop, propping himself up on one elbow. He trailed his fingers up and down Kon's chest, moving them gently from his collarbone to just above his pubic hair and back again.
Kon’s breath caught and he arched up under Tim’s hand. When Tim went to trace his fingers back up his stomach, he grabbed him by the wrist and pressed, flattening Tim’s palm against his abs. "Christ, Tim," he managed, only choking a little. Tim was just there, sprawled out on his side next to him like he wasn’t completely naked and painfully-beautifully-as hard as Kon. He brought his free hand up and cupped the back of Tim’s head, pulling him down for a kiss. "Take off your mask."
Tim brought his hand absently up to his face, lightly tracing the edges of the mask before removing it. The night air was cool against his skin where the mask had been. He smiled, a small, embarrassed sort of smile. "I think I forgot I was wearing it." He tossed the mask over to land on top of the pile of discarded clothing. He glanced down to where Kon was still holding his hand firmly against his stomach and smirked. He wriggled his fingers a little to make Kon's hips thrust upward. He chuckled softly, leaning forward to brush a kiss against Kon's ear.
Kon shivered a little, letting his eyes shut and just sort of leaning his temple against Tim’s for maybe a second longer than necessary. Swallowing, he muttered Tim’s name and squeezed his wrist before moving his hand up to his elbow. Scratching his nails across the nape of Tim’s neck, he bit at Tim’s jaw.
"Mneh," Tim murmured, tilting his head just a little to give Kon better access to his neck and jaw. Very slowly, he slid his fingers further down Kon's torso until they just rested on the crease between his thigh and groin. Tim drew feather light fingertips up and down the line, pointedly ignoring Kon's straining cock.
Kon choked, a strangled high-pitched sound coming from his throat. If he wasn’t half Kryptonian, he probably would have given himself a concussion from the way he jerked and banged his head back against the roof. He moved restlessly, pushing up against Tim’s hand and trying-unsuccessfully-to twist his hips and put Tim’s fingers where he needed them. When he opened his eyes, Tim was grinning, blue eyes glittering and Kon groaned because Tim was so clearly enjoying being a malicious tease. He had to consciously remind himself not to clutch hard enough to hurt Tim. "Damn it all to hell, Tim," he said through clenched teeth. "Do something!"
Tim's eyes widened in pretended shock, as though Kon's frustration was a complete surprise to him. He skimmed his fingers lightly over Kon's balls, ignoring his shout, and began tracing the line on the inside of Kon's other leg. "What do you want me to do?"
Kon thought his eyes might roll right out the back of his head and while he was at it, he might just put holes in the roof where he was digging his heels in. He was holding Tim’s elbow and his shoulder probably too hard but he really just couldn’t care, because he had to hold on or fly apart. He sputtered, and didn’t make sense to himself when he answered. "Something. Anything. Tim, I-Everything, I want… Fuck, Tim, I need you."
Tim kneaded his fingers lightly on the inside of Kon's thigh, grinning foolishly as Kon's fingers dug even harder into his shoulder and elbow. He would have bruises, he knew, but he didn't care. He leaned in closer to Kon, kissing him, and then breaking apart again. "How do you need me?" he asked against Kon's slightly panting mouth.
Kon strained up toward Tim, moaning and kissing him a little desperately. "You-" The words stuck in his throat. He made a garbled sound as he managed to twist and brush his cock briefly against the inside of Tim’s wrist. He really didn’t care that he was begging. "Fuck. Tim. I need-your hand. Your mouth. All of you, everything. Anything. Tim. Please."
Tim laughed quietly. "You could have just said so, you know." He pulled back and smiled at Kon. Slowly, he shifted himself so that he was kneeling between Kon's legs, a feat made slightly more difficult by the way Kon was writhing underneath him. Tim placed his hands on Kon's hips, pinning him down to the roof. With a quick grin up at Kon, he dipped his head down, and wrapped his lips around the head of Kon's cock.
The part of Kon’s brain still capable of rational thought noted that it was a good thing Tim’s hands were pressing so solidly down on his hips, given the way he started to thrust when Tim’s lips touched him. He choked, and covered one of Tim’s hands with his own. He managed a heartfelt "Tim" before reaching with his free hand and pushing Tim’s hair back so he could see his face, threading his fingers in his hair and doing his damnedest not to push Tim down. Tim’s mouth, his lips, his tongue moving on his cock made Kon’s entire body tense. He was making helpless, needy noises and didn’t care as long as Tim didn’t stop.
Tim pulled away, despite the desperate noises Kon made in the back of his throat. He smiled a little at the frantic movements of Kon's fingers behind his neck. He looked up at Kon, positioning his mouth so that when he spoke, his breath blew across the head of Kon's cock, making him gasp and buck against Tim's hands. "Yes?" he asked innocently.
"Damn it, Tim, you ass!" Kon growled. It took all his willpower to not use his strength and TK to push Tim’s head back down. He threw his head back in a way that might have given someone else whiplash. "Fuck!"
Tim raised an eyebrow. "That's not very nice," he said reproachfully. "Not when I came all this way to give you a present.” Tim stood and walked easily across the slanted roof toward the pile of clothes.
"Tim!" Kon could hear the whine in his voice. Before he even made a conscious decision, he had launched himself off the roof and crossed the distance between them to grab Tim around the waist in a flying tackle. He used his TK to cushion their landing, grinding his hips against Tim’s and catching his mouth in a crushing kiss.
Tim groaned into Kon's mouth, his hips moving upward involuntarily. He almost shouted as he felt his cock rubbing against Kon's. "Fuck," he muttered, grabbing on to Kon's upper arms convulsively. It took an act of will to make him release Kon's arms and grope blindly over his head until his fingers found his utility belt. He pulled it toward them so that he could grab it easily if he needed it. He brought his hands back to Kon, settling them on his hips and pulling himself toward the other boy, grinding against him, and making Kon throw back his head and growl in frustration.
Kon’s growl turned into a hiss when Tim’s lips found his throat and he pulled back enough to shake his head a little. "You crazy Bat-freak, you can’t be separated from your toys for two seconds, can you?"
Tim smiled slowly. "But I'm sharing." He reached up with one hand, leaving the other on Kon's hip, and opened one of the compartments. He withdrew a condom and a small tube of lube and held them up so that Kon could see. "If you're interested." He rubbed his thumb in small circles on Kon's hipbone.
Kon worked on remembering how to breathe. He rocked up against Tim and reached a hand to Tim’s face. He pushed some damp hair back from where it stuck to Tim’s temple and ran his thumb over Tim’s lip. He rocked again, and grinned a little. "I am most definitely interested."
Tim nipped at Kon's thumb and grinned. "Then I hope you don't mind if I…" And using the same movements he had used before, he flipped Kon over, so that he was lying on his back with Tim's knees between his legs, and Tim leaning with one hand on Kon's shoulder, and the other still holding the lube and the condom. Tim used his knees to nudge Kon's legs apart, and sat back on his heels. He trailed a finger up and down Kon's cock, smiling as he did.
Kon arched up into Tim’s touch, gasping and shivering convulsively. He reached up, restlessly moving his hand over Tim’s chest, petting him, tracing his scars. "Tim," he moaned, and moved one hand to his face, pressing his thumb against Tim’s cheekbone. He struggled to find words, moving restlessly. "Please. I wa-I need. You."
Tim nodded, leaning into Kon's hand and nuzzling his fingers. He opened the tiny tube and squeezed the contents onto his fingers. He reached downward with his lube-smeared fingers and leaned over Kon, kissing him soundly as he inserted the first finger into Kon's opening.
Kon groaned, gasping into Tim’s mouth and kissing back deeply. He jerked, pushing up against Tim’s hand and whining a little when Tim moved his finger inside him. He slid his hand to the back of Tim’s neck, petting him, kneading the base of his skull in time with the movement of Tim’s finger-fingers-and breaking the kiss to gasp for air and say Tim’s name. He moved his other hand in a long slide up over Tim’s chest and down his arm to take the condom from him. He pulled back long enough to open the package and unroll it over Tim’s cock.
Tim gasped in appreciation, and his head arched backward for a moment in pleasure, but his fingers did not lose their rhythm. With a quick grin, he moved the thumb of the hand that was prepping Kon downward to press at the place just behind his balls that usually made him wild. Kon barely choked back a shout, and bucked upward violently, which made Tim's grin widen. He withdrew his fingers and leaned forward, shifting himself and Kon to make them both more comfortable, as he positioned his cock just at the opening where his fingers had been.
Kon groaned. "Tim, please-" He would have yelled, but Tim kissed him, swallowing his cry as he thrust in. Kon moaned, licking the roof of Tim’s mouth and grinding his hips down on him. He wrapped his arms up around Tim, gripping his shoulders roughly. He wrapped a leg up over Tim’s, digging his foot against his thigh and breaking the kiss to lick and bite at Tim’s sweaty neck. "God, Tim."
Tim's breath came out in a hiss, and he allowed himself to speed up a little in response to Kon's very insistent non-verbal pleas. He could feel Kon's erection against his stomach, and he reached down between their bodies to wrap one hand around it. Tim moved with Kon as he thrust into his hand, and began pumping him in rhythm with his own thrusts.
Kon’s vocabulary dissolved to Tim’s name and inarticulate moans and grunts and gasps as they moved together. He ground down in a circle and pushed into Tim’s hand. Tim twisted his wrist and Kon wasn’t going to last much longer but all he could do was keep moving and touching and kissing, listening to their pounding hearts and gasping breaths and the noises they couldn’t help making. He dug his fingers into Tim’s shoulders, pressing against him, kissing him.
Tim could hear the increasingly frantic noises Kon was making, and knew that he was close. He tightened his fingers around Kon's cock. Kon gave a strangled shout and came in Tim's hand, clutching desperately at Tim's shoulders, seeming to forget his strength. It was enough to push Tim over the edge, and he thrust forward, hard, coming inside of Kon with a shuddering moan. He was only able to hold himself up over Kon for a few more moments, before his trembling arms gave way, and he collapsed onto Kon's chest, breathing heavily.
Kon’s hand shook minutely, but he brought it up to the nape of Tim’s neck, smoothing the sweat-drenched hair. He stared up at the sky, listening as they both struggled to breathe normally again. He smoothed the other hand over the small of Tim’s back and just held him. After a while, he managed to murmur, "That was…" He trailed off, at a loss for words.
"Yeah," Tim agreed hoarsely. He could feel Kon's arms around him, and felt absolutely no inclination to move. Except that… they needed to clean up a little. He groaned and rolled heavily off Kon, landing beside him on the roof. He reached for his belt again and thumbed open the compartment that had held the condom and lube. He pulled out a couple of prepackaged wipes and held one out to Kon. The other boy took it and made quick use of it. Tim cleaned himself off, then wrapped the condom in the wipe and set it aside on the roof. He rolled back toward Kon, putting an arm over him and resting his head on his chest. He listened, smiling sleepily, to Kon's gradually slowing heart rate.
Kon resumed petting Tim’s hair lazily, staring up at the constellations overhead. They lay together on the barn roof for several long, quiet moments before Kon said quietly, "Tim?"
"Mmm?" he asked, tracing aimless patterns on Kon's stomach.
"You-" Kon swallowed, and continued staring at the stars overhead. "You could stay. Tonight. You know-I mean, if you want."
Tim smiled against Kon's chest. "I… could. If you'd like."
Kon let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and glanced down at the top of Tim’s head. "I’d like," he murmured. "I-I want you to. Stay."
He nodded. "Okay." He let out a sigh of contentment and shifted a little to get more comfortable. “I'll stay."
Kon rubbed the line of Tim’s spine and leaned his face against the top of Tim’s head, listening to the quiet sounds of the summer night around them and Tim’s breathing as it slowed and began to even out. He shook Tim a little when he realized that he was starting to nod off. "We should maybe move inside," he suggested, "before we fall asleep up here. There’s a futon in the loft."
"I was asleep," Tim mumbled vaguely, slurring a little over the words. He turned his face into Kon's chest and burrowed a little deeper against him.
Kon snorted. "Well then you can explain to Uncle John why we’re naked on the roof when he comes to milk the cows in a few hours." He paused, then added, "Well, actually, you can explain it to Aunt Martha, because Uncle John will just go get her."
Tim shrugged. "She likes me. I'll just tell her that I stopped by for a visit and you seduced me. I was completely innocent, and fell for your Superboy charms."
Kon laughed a little and shook Tim again. "Jerk," he said affectionately. Then he grinned and put a little whine in his voice, saying, "It’s my birthday."
"Oh, fine." He rolled off Kon and stood. "We can go inside." He reached past his mask, and grabbed the top article of clothing from the pile and began folding it idly.
"Dude." Kon sat up and yanked Tim’s tights from his grip. "You are not folding our clothes. You don’t fold clothes after sex."
"No, you don't fold clothes after sex." Tim made a halfhearted grab for the tights and the rest of the clothing that Kon had scooped up in his insistence that Tim not fold it.
Kon easily side-stepped Tim’s arm, and leaned in to kiss him quickly. "Anal-retentive little freak." He wrapped his free arm around Tim’s waist and picked him up, hovering a few inches above the roof. "Your costume’s probably made of special no-wrinkle Bat-Kevlar, anyway."
Tim shrugged. "No reason to be a slob," he said as Kon flew them in through the open window to the barn loft.
Kon rolled his eyes and let their things fall to the floor. "We’re teenagers, Tim, there’s our reason." He landed on the futon, unfolding it with his TK and still holding Tim. He rolled Tim onto his back and kissed him slowly. "Leave it," he ordered lightly and flew quickly back out the window.
Tim stared after him, bemused. He thought briefly about getting up to fold their clothes anyway-he really did hate to leave them lying in a heap on the floor-but before he had the chance to get up, Kon was back-now wearing boxers-with a pillow under his arm, holding out a similar pair of clean boxers for Tim. "Thanks," he said, taking the boxers and sliding them over his hips.
"Welcome," Kon muttered, climbing over Tim and dropping his pillow to the mattress next to the one Tim was lying on. He flopped down and then grunted, yanking a rumpled quilt out from under his hip. He shook it out a little and tossed it haphazardly across their legs before settling back down on his side. He looked at Tim for a long, quiet moment.
Tim half turned to look back at him. "Mm?"
Kon reached out, touching Tim’s shoulder lightly. He brushed the pads of his fingers against the small red marks that had formed there and dropped his gaze to them. "I think you’re going to have bruises, " he said. Kon leaned over and kissed Tim’s shoulder. He dropped his head back against the pillow. "Sorry. " He moved his hand down Tim’s arm and began absently tracing Tim’s knuckles.
Tim shrugged, shifting a little so that he was pressed closely against Kon's half-curled body. "I don't mind. It's the most fun I've had getting bruises in a long time." When Kon still looked uncertain, Tim nudged him with his shoulder. "It's okay."
Kon moved, abruptly, wrapping his arms around Tim’s chest and rolling Tim to his side. He pulled Tim against him, pressing his face to the back of Tim’s neck and just holding him. "You-" He felt like the words were stuck, somewhere in his head or his chest or something. "Thank you, " he murmured.
"You're welcome." Tim brought his own arms up to cover Kon's, tracing invisible patterns on the backs of his hands and down his forearms.
Kon touched his mouth to Tim’s neck for a moment, then rested his head against Tim’s, shutting his eyes. The tension drained from him as Tim stroked his arms absently and he felt himself relaxing. He nuzzled Tim’s neck and briefly held him tighter. His chest tightened. Quietly, he murmured, "I love you."
Tim's eyes snapped opened. He had been starting to doze again, but Kon's words had woken him. He turned around in Kon's arms to face him. Kon's face was serious, but there was a smile in his eyes. Tim smiled back and tucked his head under Kon's chin, pressing his forehead against Kon's chest. "I love you, too."
Kon grinned against the top of Tim’s head, and held him close. He shifted into a more comfortable position, closing his eyes. He felt Tim’s breath against his chest and listened to his heart beating. He rubbed his palm in a light circle over Tim’s back. "Night, Tim," he said.
"'Night," Tim mumbled, already half asleep again. He rubbed his nose against Kon's chest a couple of times in a sleepy, affectionate gesture, and thought briefly about the Batwing, still sitting in the yard between the house and the barn. He should probably move it out of the way, but… He was almost asleep with Kon's arms around him, and he was comfortable. He'd deal with it in the morning.
And with that happy thought, Tim finally let himself fall asleep.
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The title is taken from this poem:
the plump of my belly, the
hollow of your
groin, as a constellation,
how it leans from earth to
dawn in a gesture of
play....
--Denise Levertov, “Our Bodies.”
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Authors: lady_sarai and zoe_chan
Fandom/Continuity: DCU, sometime in the nebulous future when Kon is no longer dead. Therefore, definitely an AU.
Length: ~6,000 words
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating/Warnings: ADULT. So very, very, VERY adult. Cannot stress this enough-ADULT. Take note of the pairing: slash contents of an ADULT nature. Please don’t read if these things bother you.
Disclaimer: We do not own anything or anyone. We promise.
Author's Note: So one Saturday, lady_sarai IMed zoe_chan and said "I am in a bad mood. I want schmoop of the fuzzy bunny, sunshine and rainbow variety. But that doesn’t really work with this fandom, does it?" and zoe_chan said, "No." But it happened to be the day before zoe_chan’s birthday, and she required squish. So we nixed the sunshine and rainbows, but threw in kittens.
This should tell you what we were hoping to accomplish with this fic. Well, until plot happened. Let this serve as proof that we are incapable of writing PWP even when we try.
Summary: Tim surprises Kon with a late night visit.
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Tim swung himself lightly on to the old wooden roof. He liked rooftops-probably a holdover from his mentor, but he felt like his mind was clearer when he was on a roof, looking down at the world. The cornfields stretched out endlessly under the starlit sky, and the nearest neighbor was over a mile away-a stark contrast to his normal rooftop haunts in Gotham. You could actually see the stars here.
He heard a small noise behind him and smiled to himself. "Hey, Kon," he said, without turning.
"Tim?" Kon’s voice was still thick from sleep. When he dropped a hand on Tim’s shoulder, it landed heavier than he meant it to. "What’s going on? Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Tim said, turning to smile at Kon. "Just thought I'd stop by for a visit. It's nice here. You can see the stars."
Kon blinked at Tim, then rubbed his eyes blearily. When he dropped his hand, he raised an eyebrow, saying, "The stars." He shook his head, lips turning up in a slight smirk. "Dude, I know Gotham’s dark and creepy, but you came all the way to Kansas to star-gaze?"
"No, I came to visit. Didn't I say that?" He hesitated, blushing a little. "It's kinda late, isn't it? I forget that you have morning chores. Sorry... I can go."
Kon rolled his eyes and pushed on Tim’s shoulder. "Don’t be stupid. You just got here, and it’s not like I haven’t pulled all-nighters or-" He stopped, frowning a little. "Wait, how did you get here?"
Tim grinned wickedly, and gestured to a clear space beside the barn. At least, it was usually a clear space. At the moment, the space was filled with a small, black jet, with a slightly... bat-like feel to it. "I flew." He said the words as though it were obvious.
Kon looked, and stared for a minute before laughing. The look he gave Tim was both incredulous and admiring. "I’m not sure I’d believe it if I didn’t see it, but it’s you, so it shouldn’t surprise me at all." He grinned widely. "You really stole the jet just to visit?"
Tim shrugged. "Well... Yeah." He grinned. "Nice place."
Kon snorted and took his hand off Tim’s shoulder. He sat down, settling himself on the slope of the barn roof and reached up, twining his fingers in Tim’s and tugging. "It’s Smallville," he replied. "Corn capital of Kansas."
Tim grinned and sat down beside him, before leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Yeah, but... Stars. We don't see much of them even at the Manor. Too much light and pollution. It's nice getting to see them here. I just wish I knew more about the constellations."
Kon couldn’t seem to stop grinning. He shifted closer to Tim, resting his weight on an arm behind Tim’s back, mindful of his cape. He reached across them to point at a particular star formation over the horizon. "See the Big Dipper? You can draw an imaginary line north to Polaris and the Little Dipper. Then keep going past Polaris, and see this? Kind of looks like a house, that triangle on top of a square?" He moved his finger, tracing the shape. "That’s Cepheus, the king. And, next to Cepheus…" Kon moved his hand, pointing out a different shape. "Cassiopeia. The Queen. Looks like an M in the summer."
Tim's mouth gaped opened as he followed Kon's gestures. He leaned back a little against Kon's arm. "Where did you learn that?"
Kon shrugged a little. "Some from Aunt Martha. Some from school-shut up, I pay attention sometimes." He bumped his arm against Tim a little. "And I like mythology." He pointed again, tracing the constellations. "Right there, by Cassiopeia, is her daughter, Andromeda. And there’s Perseus, who saved her from the sea monster." He glanced over. "You know why he had to save her?"
Tim smiled. "No, why?"
Kon snorted and rolled his eyes a little. "Sure you don’t." He dropped his chin onto Tim’s shoulder. "Cassiopeia offended Poseidon and sent a sea monster, so they chained their daughter to a rock as a sacrifice." He grinned a little, tilting his head closer to Tim’s. "You know your heart rate just about doubled?"
"Did it?" Tim asked mildly, trying to think past the feeling of Kon's breath on his ear. "So how did Perseus save Andromeda?"
Kon laughed quietly, and turned his head slightly, bumping his nose on Tim’s neck, just behind his ear. "Hmm," he murmured. "I might be trying to impress you by pretending I know more about this stuff than I do," he admitted, speaking just above a whisper. "Is it working?"
Tim shivered. Kon's nose nuzzling behind his ear, and his breath on his neck were without a doubt two of the most distracting things he had ever experienced. "It might be," he admitted quietly, his voice a barely controlled gasp.
Kon laughed a little under his breath, and tucked his chin in against the bend of Tim’s neck, the material of his cape smooth and cool against his skin. He turned back to the sky and pointed up again, keeping his voice low. "Right there, between the Dippers? Draco the dragon."
Tim closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing in the warmth from Kon's body as he leaned his head against Kon's. When he opened them again, he glanced up in the direction Kon was pointing. "And what's his story?"
Kon gave a small shrug, and dropped his hand to Tim’s knee. He rubbed his thumb against the red material covering it and squeezed lightly. He muttered, "I have no idea," and turned his head, brushing his lips against the hinge of Tim’s jaw, just above the collar of his cape.
Tim smiled and tilted his head slightly away from Kon's, allowing him better access to his neck. He made a small noise at the back of his throat as he felt Kon's nose against his ear again. "Draco was the dragon that Cadmus slew," he murmured. "And afterwards, Athena told him to plant the dragon's teeth, and they grew into new soldiers to replace the ones that the dragon had killed. Cadmus used them to help him found Thebes." He found it very hard to concentrate on the story with Kon's lips on his neck.
Kon snorted, biting lightly at Tim’s jaw. "Jerk," he muttered. "You totally already know all this. I knew it." He moved his hand up Tim’s thigh and back to his knee, petting his leg absently. "Probably have a planetarium in that cave of yours."
Tim could barely breathe as Kon's fingers trailed up and then down his leg. "Just the stories," he said finally. "And there's no Bat-Planetarium. I've looked at some star charts, but there's just not much to see in Gotham. Besides, I like having you show me."
Kon kind of leered, but the look was lost against Tim’s neck. "Oh yeah?" He lifted his hand off Tim’s leg, ignoring the way Tim exhaled when he did so, and pressed against the center of Tim’s chest until Tim got the hint and leaned back to lie against the roof. He couldn’t see Tim’s eyes behind his mask, which was really too bad. "There’s more I can show you," he said, smirking.
Tim smiled slowly. "Oh really? I'm breathless with anticipation."
Kon snorted. "Shut up," he said affectionately. He leaned in, and bit at Tim’s lip before pressing his mouth to Tim’s and licking his way in. He hummed a little when Tim responded and deepened the kiss, stroking his hand over Tim’s chest.
Tim reached up to twine his fingers in Kon's hair, pulling him a little closer. He broke the kiss and grinned up at him. "So, what were you going to show me?" His lips brushed against Kon's as he spoke.
Kon kissed Tim again, quickly, groaning a little. "Tim." He reached up, fingers playing at the edge of the cape against his neck. "Get this thing off," he grumbled, brushing his forehead against Tim’s. "I don’t want to get electrocuted or set off some Bat-alarm."
Tim laughed softly, then reached down to depress the catch the held his Kevlar vest closed. "Good idea, considering I didn't tell Batman I was borrowing the plane." He shed the vest and cape, setting them on the roof beside him. He lay back down beside Kon, grateful for the warmth. The night air was much cooler against his t-shirt than it had been against his costume.
Kon couldn’t stop smiling, and he rolled over. "Well, that’s better." He leaned on an elbow and pulled Tim’s t-shirt free with his other hand, pushing his palm under the fabric and petting Tim’s ribs. He shoved a leg between Tim’s and leaned over him, kissing his way across Tim’s jaw.
Tim whimpered a little, and his hips jerked upward involuntarily as Kon swung a leg over him. He shook his head to clear it. He put his hands on Kon's shoulders, looking up at him. "I don't think so," he said, smiling slightly. "Your turn." Before Kon could figure out what was happening, Tim had flipped them, so that Kon was lying on his back, with Tim's knee between his legs. He sat up a little and tugged off his gloves, tossing them onto the cape and vest. Still smiling, he dropped his hands to the bottom of Kon's shirt and slipped his fingers under it, trailing them lightly over Kon's stomach.
Kon shuddered at the feeling of Tim’s bare hands on his skin and exhaled sharply. He reached out and caught Tim’s wrists lightly, rubbing his thumbs up and down over Tim’s veins. He tried to catch Tim’s eyes, but they were still hidden by his mask. "Um. What?"
Tim closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on Kon's hands over his wrists. "Hmm?" he asked distractedly, slipping the tips of his fingers just barely under the elastic band of Kon's boxers. He ran them slowly from side to side, enjoying the sound of Kon's gasps.
Kon couldn’t keep from arching up towards Tim and drawing in a shaky breath. "Fuck, Tim," he muttered, gripping Tim’s wrists involuntarily harder. "What’re you-you said-" He bit his lip and dropped his head back to the roof. "Tim," he said, whining a little. "I can't think, damn it."
Tim gave him a wicked little smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said in feigned innocence. "Do you want me to stop?" He pulled his hands away from Kon's waistband, and brought them up to rest on the roof on either side of Kon's head. He leaned close to Kon, so that his lips just brushed Kon's ear when he spoke. "I didn't mean to be a distraction."
Kon laughed breathlessly and worked on having a coherent thought in his brain past Tim’s lips and breath and voice so close to his ear. "What’s gotten into you?" he asked, reaching his hands up to slip back under Tim’s shirt. "Not that I'm-oh-complaining."
"I'm just in a very good mood," Tim murmured, scraping his teeth gently along Kon's earlobe. He pushed himself up again to look at Kon. "Besides," he smiled. "We're celebrating."
Slipping his hands around to Tim’s back, Kon hugged him closer and leaned up enough to press his lips against Tim’s. "We are?"
"Mmm…" he murmured against Kon's lips.
Kon moaned a little when Tim’s tongue swept against his, and he pulled Tim in close against him before letting go and reaching around to try and remove Tim’s belt. He fumbled, growling a little, and pulled away so he could try to see what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he swallowed and his voice shook just a little more than he liked when he asked, "So what’re we celebrating?"
Tim groaned. "Speaking of distracting," he muttered. He reached down and brushed Kon's hands aside to open the belt himself. He tossed it at his other garments before looking down at Kon with a curious expression on his face. "You really don't know?"
Kon placed his hands on Tim’s hips and squinted up at him. "Um. Is that a trick question?"
"It's your birthday," Tim said simply.
Kon frowned, confused. "My-Tim, I don’t have a birthday."
"Sure you do. I used your second one-I hope you don't mind. I couldn't find your first one."
Kon gaped at Tim momentarily and then swallowed hard. He nodded once, sharply, because he didn’t quite know if he trusted his voice, and then pushed up to kiss Tim roughly, wrapping his arms up around his back in an almost-crushing hug.
Tim made a muffled noise of surprise, then hugged Kon back with equal intensity. He allowed the other boy to deepen the kiss, reaching a hand up to the hair at the base of Kon's neck as he did.
Breaking the kiss, Kon dropped his head to Tim’s shoulder. "I don’t mind," he managed.
"Good," Tim said, with an air of satisfaction in his voice. He pulled away from Kon slightly and reached down to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt. The other boy lifted his arms obediently, and Tim pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Gently, but firmly, he placed both of his hands on Kon's chest and pushed him back against the roof again.
Kon smirked up at Tim, but whatever he was going to say turned into an inarticulate groan when Tim leaned over and began kissing his neck. He shivered, grabbing Tim’s shirt in his fists.
Tim pulled back so that he was half-sitting on one of Kon's legs. He grinned down at Kon playfully. "Yes?"
Making a noise that was something between a laugh and a groan, Kon dropped his head to the barn roof for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows. "So, it’s my birthday, huh?" He pulled Tim’s shirt off, and grinned. "Do I get a present?"
Tim's grin became impish. "Maybe." He leaned closer so that he was whispering in Kon's ear. "Why don't you search me to find out?"
Kon was pretty sure that the goose bumps rising on his skin were more a result of Tim’s mouth on his ear than from the night air. Grinning, he nipped Tim’s shoulder and ran his hands up and down Tim’s sides. "Search you, huh?" He bent his leg, pressing his thigh up against Tim. "I like surprises," he murmured.
Tim made a choking noise as Kon's leg pressed between his, and his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. "Good." Tim shivered under Kon's hands. "So what are you waiting for?"
"Hmm." Kon sucked at Tim’s collarbone and moved his hands to Tim’s ass as he moved his leg under him. Tim was hard against him, which made Kon’s hips jerk involuntarily. He laughed at little at the sound Tim made and the way his hands gripped his shoulders convulsively.
Tim groaned and ground against Kon's leg. He allowed his hands to drop slowly to Kon's hips and settled them there, tracing minute circles with his fingertips just above the waistband of his jeans. He tugged gently at the material, grinning as Kon whined and bucked upward again. He slid his fingers under the button and slipped it free. With the same hand, he pushed the zipper downward, and Kon swallowed the whine in some kind of choked gasp. "A little help?" Tim asked, tugging Kon's jeans open a little.
Kon made a noise that sounded like "guh" and lifted his hips up off the roof while Tim slid his fingers under the denim and paused for a moment before slipping them under the cotton of his boxers as well. Kon wiggled a little, letting go of Tim to help remove his remaining clothes. He dropped his hands to the roof as Tim tossed his pants absently toward their other things.
Tim grinned foolishly down at Kon. He was gloriously naked, and Tim was enjoying seeing him splayed out on the roof in front of him. Apparently he sat staring for too long, because Kon's head dropped back to the roof in frustration. "Tim," he groaned. He sat up and pulled Tim toward him, tugging at his tights. "Off," he growled. Tim grinned and kicked off his boots, shifting a little to help Kon remove the tights and close-fitting shorts he wore underneath. Smirking a little, he stretched out beside Kon on the rooftop, propping himself up on one elbow. He trailed his fingers up and down Kon's chest, moving them gently from his collarbone to just above his pubic hair and back again.
Kon’s breath caught and he arched up under Tim’s hand. When Tim went to trace his fingers back up his stomach, he grabbed him by the wrist and pressed, flattening Tim’s palm against his abs. "Christ, Tim," he managed, only choking a little. Tim was just there, sprawled out on his side next to him like he wasn’t completely naked and painfully-beautifully-as hard as Kon. He brought his free hand up and cupped the back of Tim’s head, pulling him down for a kiss. "Take off your mask."
Tim brought his hand absently up to his face, lightly tracing the edges of the mask before removing it. The night air was cool against his skin where the mask had been. He smiled, a small, embarrassed sort of smile. "I think I forgot I was wearing it." He tossed the mask over to land on top of the pile of discarded clothing. He glanced down to where Kon was still holding his hand firmly against his stomach and smirked. He wriggled his fingers a little to make Kon's hips thrust upward. He chuckled softly, leaning forward to brush a kiss against Kon's ear.
Kon shivered a little, letting his eyes shut and just sort of leaning his temple against Tim’s for maybe a second longer than necessary. Swallowing, he muttered Tim’s name and squeezed his wrist before moving his hand up to his elbow. Scratching his nails across the nape of Tim’s neck, he bit at Tim’s jaw.
"Mneh," Tim murmured, tilting his head just a little to give Kon better access to his neck and jaw. Very slowly, he slid his fingers further down Kon's torso until they just rested on the crease between his thigh and groin. Tim drew feather light fingertips up and down the line, pointedly ignoring Kon's straining cock.
Kon choked, a strangled high-pitched sound coming from his throat. If he wasn’t half Kryptonian, he probably would have given himself a concussion from the way he jerked and banged his head back against the roof. He moved restlessly, pushing up against Tim’s hand and trying-unsuccessfully-to twist his hips and put Tim’s fingers where he needed them. When he opened his eyes, Tim was grinning, blue eyes glittering and Kon groaned because Tim was so clearly enjoying being a malicious tease. He had to consciously remind himself not to clutch hard enough to hurt Tim. "Damn it all to hell, Tim," he said through clenched teeth. "Do something!"
Tim's eyes widened in pretended shock, as though Kon's frustration was a complete surprise to him. He skimmed his fingers lightly over Kon's balls, ignoring his shout, and began tracing the line on the inside of Kon's other leg. "What do you want me to do?"
Kon thought his eyes might roll right out the back of his head and while he was at it, he might just put holes in the roof where he was digging his heels in. He was holding Tim’s elbow and his shoulder probably too hard but he really just couldn’t care, because he had to hold on or fly apart. He sputtered, and didn’t make sense to himself when he answered. "Something. Anything. Tim, I-Everything, I want… Fuck, Tim, I need you."
Tim kneaded his fingers lightly on the inside of Kon's thigh, grinning foolishly as Kon's fingers dug even harder into his shoulder and elbow. He would have bruises, he knew, but he didn't care. He leaned in closer to Kon, kissing him, and then breaking apart again. "How do you need me?" he asked against Kon's slightly panting mouth.
Kon strained up toward Tim, moaning and kissing him a little desperately. "You-" The words stuck in his throat. He made a garbled sound as he managed to twist and brush his cock briefly against the inside of Tim’s wrist. He really didn’t care that he was begging. "Fuck. Tim. I need-your hand. Your mouth. All of you, everything. Anything. Tim. Please."
Tim laughed quietly. "You could have just said so, you know." He pulled back and smiled at Kon. Slowly, he shifted himself so that he was kneeling between Kon's legs, a feat made slightly more difficult by the way Kon was writhing underneath him. Tim placed his hands on Kon's hips, pinning him down to the roof. With a quick grin up at Kon, he dipped his head down, and wrapped his lips around the head of Kon's cock.
The part of Kon’s brain still capable of rational thought noted that it was a good thing Tim’s hands were pressing so solidly down on his hips, given the way he started to thrust when Tim’s lips touched him. He choked, and covered one of Tim’s hands with his own. He managed a heartfelt "Tim" before reaching with his free hand and pushing Tim’s hair back so he could see his face, threading his fingers in his hair and doing his damnedest not to push Tim down. Tim’s mouth, his lips, his tongue moving on his cock made Kon’s entire body tense. He was making helpless, needy noises and didn’t care as long as Tim didn’t stop.
Tim pulled away, despite the desperate noises Kon made in the back of his throat. He smiled a little at the frantic movements of Kon's fingers behind his neck. He looked up at Kon, positioning his mouth so that when he spoke, his breath blew across the head of Kon's cock, making him gasp and buck against Tim's hands. "Yes?" he asked innocently.
"Damn it, Tim, you ass!" Kon growled. It took all his willpower to not use his strength and TK to push Tim’s head back down. He threw his head back in a way that might have given someone else whiplash. "Fuck!"
Tim raised an eyebrow. "That's not very nice," he said reproachfully. "Not when I came all this way to give you a present.” Tim stood and walked easily across the slanted roof toward the pile of clothes.
"Tim!" Kon could hear the whine in his voice. Before he even made a conscious decision, he had launched himself off the roof and crossed the distance between them to grab Tim around the waist in a flying tackle. He used his TK to cushion their landing, grinding his hips against Tim’s and catching his mouth in a crushing kiss.
Tim groaned into Kon's mouth, his hips moving upward involuntarily. He almost shouted as he felt his cock rubbing against Kon's. "Fuck," he muttered, grabbing on to Kon's upper arms convulsively. It took an act of will to make him release Kon's arms and grope blindly over his head until his fingers found his utility belt. He pulled it toward them so that he could grab it easily if he needed it. He brought his hands back to Kon, settling them on his hips and pulling himself toward the other boy, grinding against him, and making Kon throw back his head and growl in frustration.
Kon’s growl turned into a hiss when Tim’s lips found his throat and he pulled back enough to shake his head a little. "You crazy Bat-freak, you can’t be separated from your toys for two seconds, can you?"
Tim smiled slowly. "But I'm sharing." He reached up with one hand, leaving the other on Kon's hip, and opened one of the compartments. He withdrew a condom and a small tube of lube and held them up so that Kon could see. "If you're interested." He rubbed his thumb in small circles on Kon's hipbone.
Kon worked on remembering how to breathe. He rocked up against Tim and reached a hand to Tim’s face. He pushed some damp hair back from where it stuck to Tim’s temple and ran his thumb over Tim’s lip. He rocked again, and grinned a little. "I am most definitely interested."
Tim nipped at Kon's thumb and grinned. "Then I hope you don't mind if I…" And using the same movements he had used before, he flipped Kon over, so that he was lying on his back with Tim's knees between his legs, and Tim leaning with one hand on Kon's shoulder, and the other still holding the lube and the condom. Tim used his knees to nudge Kon's legs apart, and sat back on his heels. He trailed a finger up and down Kon's cock, smiling as he did.
Kon arched up into Tim’s touch, gasping and shivering convulsively. He reached up, restlessly moving his hand over Tim’s chest, petting him, tracing his scars. "Tim," he moaned, and moved one hand to his face, pressing his thumb against Tim’s cheekbone. He struggled to find words, moving restlessly. "Please. I wa-I need. You."
Tim nodded, leaning into Kon's hand and nuzzling his fingers. He opened the tiny tube and squeezed the contents onto his fingers. He reached downward with his lube-smeared fingers and leaned over Kon, kissing him soundly as he inserted the first finger into Kon's opening.
Kon groaned, gasping into Tim’s mouth and kissing back deeply. He jerked, pushing up against Tim’s hand and whining a little when Tim moved his finger inside him. He slid his hand to the back of Tim’s neck, petting him, kneading the base of his skull in time with the movement of Tim’s finger-fingers-and breaking the kiss to gasp for air and say Tim’s name. He moved his other hand in a long slide up over Tim’s chest and down his arm to take the condom from him. He pulled back long enough to open the package and unroll it over Tim’s cock.
Tim gasped in appreciation, and his head arched backward for a moment in pleasure, but his fingers did not lose their rhythm. With a quick grin, he moved the thumb of the hand that was prepping Kon downward to press at the place just behind his balls that usually made him wild. Kon barely choked back a shout, and bucked upward violently, which made Tim's grin widen. He withdrew his fingers and leaned forward, shifting himself and Kon to make them both more comfortable, as he positioned his cock just at the opening where his fingers had been.
Kon groaned. "Tim, please-" He would have yelled, but Tim kissed him, swallowing his cry as he thrust in. Kon moaned, licking the roof of Tim’s mouth and grinding his hips down on him. He wrapped his arms up around Tim, gripping his shoulders roughly. He wrapped a leg up over Tim’s, digging his foot against his thigh and breaking the kiss to lick and bite at Tim’s sweaty neck. "God, Tim."
Tim's breath came out in a hiss, and he allowed himself to speed up a little in response to Kon's very insistent non-verbal pleas. He could feel Kon's erection against his stomach, and he reached down between their bodies to wrap one hand around it. Tim moved with Kon as he thrust into his hand, and began pumping him in rhythm with his own thrusts.
Kon’s vocabulary dissolved to Tim’s name and inarticulate moans and grunts and gasps as they moved together. He ground down in a circle and pushed into Tim’s hand. Tim twisted his wrist and Kon wasn’t going to last much longer but all he could do was keep moving and touching and kissing, listening to their pounding hearts and gasping breaths and the noises they couldn’t help making. He dug his fingers into Tim’s shoulders, pressing against him, kissing him.
Tim could hear the increasingly frantic noises Kon was making, and knew that he was close. He tightened his fingers around Kon's cock. Kon gave a strangled shout and came in Tim's hand, clutching desperately at Tim's shoulders, seeming to forget his strength. It was enough to push Tim over the edge, and he thrust forward, hard, coming inside of Kon with a shuddering moan. He was only able to hold himself up over Kon for a few more moments, before his trembling arms gave way, and he collapsed onto Kon's chest, breathing heavily.
Kon’s hand shook minutely, but he brought it up to the nape of Tim’s neck, smoothing the sweat-drenched hair. He stared up at the sky, listening as they both struggled to breathe normally again. He smoothed the other hand over the small of Tim’s back and just held him. After a while, he managed to murmur, "That was…" He trailed off, at a loss for words.
"Yeah," Tim agreed hoarsely. He could feel Kon's arms around him, and felt absolutely no inclination to move. Except that… they needed to clean up a little. He groaned and rolled heavily off Kon, landing beside him on the roof. He reached for his belt again and thumbed open the compartment that had held the condom and lube. He pulled out a couple of prepackaged wipes and held one out to Kon. The other boy took it and made quick use of it. Tim cleaned himself off, then wrapped the condom in the wipe and set it aside on the roof. He rolled back toward Kon, putting an arm over him and resting his head on his chest. He listened, smiling sleepily, to Kon's gradually slowing heart rate.
Kon resumed petting Tim’s hair lazily, staring up at the constellations overhead. They lay together on the barn roof for several long, quiet moments before Kon said quietly, "Tim?"
"Mmm?" he asked, tracing aimless patterns on Kon's stomach.
"You-" Kon swallowed, and continued staring at the stars overhead. "You could stay. Tonight. You know-I mean, if you want."
Tim smiled against Kon's chest. "I… could. If you'd like."
Kon let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and glanced down at the top of Tim’s head. "I’d like," he murmured. "I-I want you to. Stay."
He nodded. "Okay." He let out a sigh of contentment and shifted a little to get more comfortable. “I'll stay."
Kon rubbed the line of Tim’s spine and leaned his face against the top of Tim’s head, listening to the quiet sounds of the summer night around them and Tim’s breathing as it slowed and began to even out. He shook Tim a little when he realized that he was starting to nod off. "We should maybe move inside," he suggested, "before we fall asleep up here. There’s a futon in the loft."
"I was asleep," Tim mumbled vaguely, slurring a little over the words. He turned his face into Kon's chest and burrowed a little deeper against him.
Kon snorted. "Well then you can explain to Uncle John why we’re naked on the roof when he comes to milk the cows in a few hours." He paused, then added, "Well, actually, you can explain it to Aunt Martha, because Uncle John will just go get her."
Tim shrugged. "She likes me. I'll just tell her that I stopped by for a visit and you seduced me. I was completely innocent, and fell for your Superboy charms."
Kon laughed a little and shook Tim again. "Jerk," he said affectionately. Then he grinned and put a little whine in his voice, saying, "It’s my birthday."
"Oh, fine." He rolled off Kon and stood. "We can go inside." He reached past his mask, and grabbed the top article of clothing from the pile and began folding it idly.
"Dude." Kon sat up and yanked Tim’s tights from his grip. "You are not folding our clothes. You don’t fold clothes after sex."
"No, you don't fold clothes after sex." Tim made a halfhearted grab for the tights and the rest of the clothing that Kon had scooped up in his insistence that Tim not fold it.
Kon easily side-stepped Tim’s arm, and leaned in to kiss him quickly. "Anal-retentive little freak." He wrapped his free arm around Tim’s waist and picked him up, hovering a few inches above the roof. "Your costume’s probably made of special no-wrinkle Bat-Kevlar, anyway."
Tim shrugged. "No reason to be a slob," he said as Kon flew them in through the open window to the barn loft.
Kon rolled his eyes and let their things fall to the floor. "We’re teenagers, Tim, there’s our reason." He landed on the futon, unfolding it with his TK and still holding Tim. He rolled Tim onto his back and kissed him slowly. "Leave it," he ordered lightly and flew quickly back out the window.
Tim stared after him, bemused. He thought briefly about getting up to fold their clothes anyway-he really did hate to leave them lying in a heap on the floor-but before he had the chance to get up, Kon was back-now wearing boxers-with a pillow under his arm, holding out a similar pair of clean boxers for Tim. "Thanks," he said, taking the boxers and sliding them over his hips.
"Welcome," Kon muttered, climbing over Tim and dropping his pillow to the mattress next to the one Tim was lying on. He flopped down and then grunted, yanking a rumpled quilt out from under his hip. He shook it out a little and tossed it haphazardly across their legs before settling back down on his side. He looked at Tim for a long, quiet moment.
Tim half turned to look back at him. "Mm?"
Kon reached out, touching Tim’s shoulder lightly. He brushed the pads of his fingers against the small red marks that had formed there and dropped his gaze to them. "I think you’re going to have bruises, " he said. Kon leaned over and kissed Tim’s shoulder. He dropped his head back against the pillow. "Sorry. " He moved his hand down Tim’s arm and began absently tracing Tim’s knuckles.
Tim shrugged, shifting a little so that he was pressed closely against Kon's half-curled body. "I don't mind. It's the most fun I've had getting bruises in a long time." When Kon still looked uncertain, Tim nudged him with his shoulder. "It's okay."
Kon moved, abruptly, wrapping his arms around Tim’s chest and rolling Tim to his side. He pulled Tim against him, pressing his face to the back of Tim’s neck and just holding him. "You-" He felt like the words were stuck, somewhere in his head or his chest or something. "Thank you, " he murmured.
"You're welcome." Tim brought his own arms up to cover Kon's, tracing invisible patterns on the backs of his hands and down his forearms.
Kon touched his mouth to Tim’s neck for a moment, then rested his head against Tim’s, shutting his eyes. The tension drained from him as Tim stroked his arms absently and he felt himself relaxing. He nuzzled Tim’s neck and briefly held him tighter. His chest tightened. Quietly, he murmured, "I love you."
Tim's eyes snapped opened. He had been starting to doze again, but Kon's words had woken him. He turned around in Kon's arms to face him. Kon's face was serious, but there was a smile in his eyes. Tim smiled back and tucked his head under Kon's chin, pressing his forehead against Kon's chest. "I love you, too."
Kon grinned against the top of Tim’s head, and held him close. He shifted into a more comfortable position, closing his eyes. He felt Tim’s breath against his chest and listened to his heart beating. He rubbed his palm in a light circle over Tim’s back. "Night, Tim," he said.
"'Night," Tim mumbled, already half asleep again. He rubbed his nose against Kon's chest a couple of times in a sleepy, affectionate gesture, and thought briefly about the Batwing, still sitting in the yard between the house and the barn. He should probably move it out of the way, but… He was almost asleep with Kon's arms around him, and he was comfortable. He'd deal with it in the morning.
And with that happy thought, Tim finally let himself fall asleep.
~*~
The title is taken from this poem:
the plump of my belly, the
hollow of your
groin, as a constellation,
how it leans from earth to
dawn in a gesture of
play....
--Denise Levertov, “Our Bodies.”
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