FIC: Locks
Title: Locks
Rating: PG-13ish, surprisingly enough.
Disclaimer: It's DC's sandbox, I'm just playing in it.
Summary: Connor's having one of those days. Fathers, Lanterns, and Aliens are involved.
It’s really a fairly typical day in the beginning. That is, it’s typical right up until the latest intergalactic invasion lands itself in Star City while Connor is on his way out the door. He immediately goes back inside, changes into his costume, and slips out a window while (hopefully) no one is looking and heads off to save the day.
It would happen on a day when Mia and Ollie were out of the city. Luckily, Kyle shows up not too long into the battle, and with some strategically placed shots, some creative use of a power ring, and some general butt kicking, the aliens are retreating with minimal damage. Connor sighs when he realizes that the vegetarian restaurant he likes to frequent no longer has a roof. It looks like he’ll be eating at home more often for a few months.
He pulls himself out from under the toppled alien with great difficulty, right up until the point where it’s pulled off him, surrounded with the green aura of Kyle’s ring, and then Kyle’s right there beside him, talking at him franticly.
“Green Lantern. Lantern! Kyle! I’m fine.” Except Kyle doesn’t seem to even notice he’s said this, he just keeps checking him over for injuries and talking.
“…okay, you’re okay, you’ve got to be, I can’t lose another person I love, I can’t, everyone I fall in love with dies and you’re not allowed to, you’re not.” Kyle is in love with him? Connor’s heart skips a beat, and he looks at his friend in amazement. Kyle is in love with him. Connor had never thought it possible. Kyle’s still talking, so Connor just cups Kyle’s face and kisses him to get him to stop talking.
The light, barely there kiss makes Kyle stop moving completely for a few moments, and Connor pulls away to smile shyly at his friend. Kyle shakily reaches out to him, and then picks him up a flies off with him.
“Kyle, we should really help with clean-up,” he says lightly. Kyle shakes his head.
“Police can handle it, Connor. God, Connor. You’re not hurt?”
“No. I’m fine. You?”
“I’m good. Very good.” Kyle smiles, and then they’re at the secret entry to the basement. Connor takes Kyle’s hand in his to walk inside before Kyle can have any question of whether he should stay or go. They make their way up to Connor’s bedroom, and as soon as they’re inside, Kyle kisses him. It’s slow and sweet, and Connor has to hold Kyle tight, kiss him back, and let Kyle deepen the kiss.
Soon Kyle has him gently pinned to the wall, and is kissing across his face, down his neck, and the realization comes that Connor would quite happily lose his virginity to Kyle. With that thought, he moves them away from the wall and gently pulls Kyle down on top of him on the bed.
It's nothing like he's imagined; sex. It's nothing like he could have imagined, because it's just so, so amazing. There's also the knowledge that they haven't even done anything yet, because really, they've still got all their clothes on.
"Mmm, Connor," Kyle murmurs against Connor's neck. Connor pets Kyle's hair shakily with one hand, trying to get his breath back. He's more out of breath than he's ever been in a fight, and Kyle's kisses leave him floating in a haze of good, good, wonderful. Kyle plants a kiss against his neck, and then sucks lightly there before moving down lower to plant another kiss, right above the collar of his shirt. Connor moans softly, getting a small chuckle from Kyle, and Kyle tugs at Connor's collar to kiss his collarbone, and nip there lightly, making Connor gasp.
And Connor has to tilt Kyle's chin up until he can shift down and kiss him on those wonderful, warm lips that just part beneath his own and let Connor get his tongue in Kyle's mouth this time. Kyle just sucks on it, which cause a whole new kind of sensation and Connor feels like he's on fire. He has to do something, absolutely has to, but he has no idea what.
Kyle's hands are tugging at the clasps of his outfit, and that's really a very good idea. Very, very good and Connor lets his hands wander over the green lantern uniform searching for a zipper or a clasp or even a seam, but can't seem to find one, but then Kyle's rolling them over so Connor's no longer pinned to the bed, and he can lift his arms up and Kyle can slide his top off.
"God, Connor," Kyle whispers, and slides a hand up Connor's chest, and it just makes him shiver all over, makes him need even more than he'd thought possible.
"How." He's stuttering, and he takes a deep breath to center himself again, or at least enough to talk. "How do I get your uniform off?" Kyle grins up at him, and then the uniform is gone, and Kyle's just in his boxers, and they're tented. "Oh, Kyle," he moans, and leans down for another long kiss.
Kyle's hands slide up and down his back, tracing and clutching him at intervals, and finally one hand comes down to squeeze his ass, gently, and Connor has to push back into it, and that lets Kyle's other hand slip between them to work on opening his fly.
The door swings open loudly, squeaking on its hinges.
"Connor, I heard about the-" Ollie cuts himself off. Connor squeezes his eyes shut in hopes that it'll make it less real. Ollie gives a low whistle, and Connor feels himself blush. When he opens his eyes, he knows he at least has company in humiliation, because Kyle is just as red.
"Hey, Ollie, is Connor alright from the fight?" That's Mia's voice, coming from the hallway, and he still too busy dying of embarrassment to move or pull a blanket over them or something, and then he hears Mia catcall. He closes his eyes again, but feels Kyle tug at him, moving them up until they're sitting, though with Connor pretty much in Kyle's lap.
Connor carefully pries his eyes open. Mia is looking thoroughly amused at his predicament, while Ollie looks somewhere between shocked, relieved, and possibly proud. Ollie grins, and Connor blushes even more. Ollie gleefully gives Mia a shove out of the doorway, and reaches in to catch the door's handle.
"Nice seeing you Lantern, sorry to interrupt, please, continue." He pulls the door shut with a smirk. Connor buries his face in his hands.
"I have to buy a lock," he mutters miserably. Kyle sighs, and hugs him close.
"Well that just wrecked the mood." Connor lets himself sigh as well, and leans back to rest his head on Kyle's shoulder. He really can't stop himself from dropping a light kiss on Kyle' neck, but that's just when Kyle apparently decides to tilt his head down and look at him, so it results in the kiss catching the corner of Kyle's lips. Kyle 'hmms' before Connor twists in his arms, and then they're kissing again.
It's good and it's Kyle, and Connor can worry about dying of embarrassment later, because right now his hips are twitching of their own accord and Kyle's hand is back on his ass, and he thinks he might just die from how amazing it is.
"Kyle, yes," he whispers, and Kyle's kissing his neck again while he works the buttons on Connor's pants open.
"Connor. Conn. I love you," Kyle gasps, and then they're kissing again before Connor can reply, and Kyle's finally, finally worked the zipper open, and they both work to somehow get the pants off without breaking the kiss.
"I love you too," Connor says when they finally have to breathe. Then they're kissing again, and they end up rolling until Kyle's straddling and him grinding their hips together wonderfully, and yes.
It's so good, it's driving him right out of his mind, he can hardly focus, and he'd be scared but he knows Kyle's got him. He groans softly and slides his shaking hands down to Kyle's boxers, where he can nervously tug at them making Kyle gasp into their kiss.
There is another load squeak of the door bursting open that proclaims Ollie's re-entrance.
"Sorry! Sorry! I just... you guys know about protection, right?" Connor lets go of Kyle' boxers. "I mean, I know you don't have to worry about birth control or anything," his father continues, and Connor was wrong before. This right now is dying of embarrassment, before was just a minor dose of it. "but as you well know, STDs are a very real danger and--"
"I have condoms Mr. Queen, sir," says Kyle, sounding strained. Kyle is his hero, because now his dad can leave. And then Connor can go quietly die somewhere.
"Good, good," Ollie also sounds more than a little strained, but he's still *not leaving* and that's deeply wrong. "And neither of you have any-"
"No," says Kyle firmly.
"Right! Right! Sorry, leaving now!" Ollie leaves. Kyle looks at Connor. Connor looks at Kyle.
They start laughing.
Once they settle down, Kyle pulls him up into a hug, planting a kiss in his hair.
"I'm sorry," Connor says miserably. Kyle chuckles softly.
"Mmm, no. I love you, crazy family and all." Connor looks up at Kyle with a small smile. "So you know what? We," he says, kissing Connor for punctuation, "had a long day. So we are going to climb into bed, cuddle until we fall asleep, and when we wake up we are going to do three things: we are going to eat breakfast, we are going to go back to my apartment and make love, and then…" Kyle laughs. "Then we are going to buy you a damn lock."