Ficlet: Never Young 1/1, Tim/Kon, Heavy R
Title: Never Young
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: Heavy R
Content: sex, slash, questionable age...
Word Count: 293
Summary: They survived Apokalypse and Darkseid and the near disintegration of Young Justice and now they just want to live.
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #12, Children
A/N 2: Why, yes, this is another jab at LJ...
They weren't children. If Apokalypse did nothing else, it proved that. They all come away from that battle scarred. They saw death up close and personal. They experienced it, losing one of their own. Shaken and scared, they weren't children any longer.
Maybe they never had been.
For certain none of them had normal childhoods. None of them had ever really felt young.
So, it was no surprise that they grew up fast. Some would say too fast.
Not them.
Not the two young men embracing behind locked doors, one sorry for doubting, one sorry for failing, making up the way adults often do.
The young man not yet called Kon pressed the one he didn't know was named Tim down on the bed and kissed him with a hunger both felt. He left on the mask out of respect, but he removed everything else with hands and power and speed, and his Robin could only writhe and moan and let him.
When he had him naked, Kon devoured him with kisses and stroked him with shaking hands, and finally took him into his mouth and sucked until Tim arched off the bed and dug his hands into the sheets and went blind and yelled.
As he sucked and licked and learned how another man tasted and felt, Kon jerked himself off in time with his plunging mouth, wanting this first release over with so that they could move on to slower pursuits.
So they could go from hot, needy sex to something much closer to making love.
As Tim, shaking with release, dragged his lover up his body, reaching to help him find his own orgasm, Kon smiled down at him and kissed him until neither could breathe.
They definitely weren't children.
End
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: Heavy R
Content: sex, slash, questionable age...
Word Count: 293
Summary: They survived Apokalypse and Darkseid and the near disintegration of Young Justice and now they just want to live.
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade, who isn't in this fic, would never be so stupidly black and white, and Tim wouldn't be suicidal due to people dying on him.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 64damn_prompts for prompt #12, Children
A/N 2: Why, yes, this is another jab at LJ...
They weren't children. If Apokalypse did nothing else, it proved that. They all come away from that battle scarred. They saw death up close and personal. They experienced it, losing one of their own. Shaken and scared, they weren't children any longer.
Maybe they never had been.
For certain none of them had normal childhoods. None of them had ever really felt young.
So, it was no surprise that they grew up fast. Some would say too fast.
Not them.
Not the two young men embracing behind locked doors, one sorry for doubting, one sorry for failing, making up the way adults often do.
The young man not yet called Kon pressed the one he didn't know was named Tim down on the bed and kissed him with a hunger both felt. He left on the mask out of respect, but he removed everything else with hands and power and speed, and his Robin could only writhe and moan and let him.
When he had him naked, Kon devoured him with kisses and stroked him with shaking hands, and finally took him into his mouth and sucked until Tim arched off the bed and dug his hands into the sheets and went blind and yelled.
As he sucked and licked and learned how another man tasted and felt, Kon jerked himself off in time with his plunging mouth, wanting this first release over with so that they could move on to slower pursuits.
So they could go from hot, needy sex to something much closer to making love.
As Tim, shaking with release, dragged his lover up his body, reaching to help him find his own orgasm, Kon smiled down at him and kissed him until neither could breathe.
They definitely weren't children.
End