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Some Girls (and boys)

by Te

Some Girls (and boys)
by Te
February 7, 2004

Disclaimers: They aren't mine. This causes me pain.

Spoilers: Vague ones through Teen Titans #7.

Summary: Kon's confused. Tim's not helping.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Author's Note: Another bunny from Livia. We like her.

Acknowledgments: Much love to Jack and Liv for audiencing and many helpful suggestions.

Feedback: Makes me smile. teland@teland.com

*

See, he should've known he was in trouble from the beginning. He hadn't even had detention that day. That alone should've clued him in.

But, no. He'd been naive. Trusting.

So, when Tim had instant-messaged him with an invite to go over to his place and watch movies, he'd gone with it, despite the fact that a) he and Tim never actually did just hang out, and b) as far as Kon knew, the only movies Tim watched were, like, paramilitary training videos.

Still, they had the new team, they were all trying to do better about getting along with each other, and Tim had been really cool about the... thing. Which he wasn't thinking about.

Tim had been really cool about everything, really, which was part of the problem. The other problem.

Which he wasn't thinking about.

He'd thought Tim was just doing that good-friend thing where you try to distract your buddy from his problems by any means necessary -- including inviting said buddy over to your house to watch...

"Porn? You rented porn?"

And Tim had just shrugged and gave him a shy little smile and said, "my parents are out tonight..."

The smile should've clued him in. Or... something. It was a nice smile. A normal-kid-doing-normal-badthings smile. As opposed to one of Tim's usual smiles, which were more like completely-abnormal-kidabout -to-do-violent-things.

Which was also a nice smile. Nice in that way where they tended to make Kon want to -- but he wasn't thinking about that. Except for how he was, and how he'd also been thinking a lot about the women on the cover of the box, and how they were looking at each other, and how there were breasts and tongues and everything, but still.

Kon's a superhero. He's supposed to be able to think about those things, even in the face of the scene where the blonde's hair got all sticky with the redhead's... yeah. Even in the face of that scene, not to even mention the way Tim had just been kind of sprawled out next to him on the couch blushing.

And occasionally shifting.

And grinning at Kon when he brought up the obvious -- uh. Reactions.

Even that. Because he'd known that, and that was kind of the point, except for how he'd been doing a really good job not thinking about that, even better than the job he'd been doing of not thinking about the other that, and anyway it was really hot.

The porn.

Was really hot.

He should've known. He really should've known. Because, yeah, there were a lot of things combining and teaming up against his ability to think clearly -- the brunette had a tongue ring. And nipple rings. And other rings, and Tim had said "wow" in this really impressed and (turned on, he was) sincere voice that Kon had definitely not-thought about before and --

That was the point.

The evil always messed up your head first; it was a whole thing with evil.

So, really, feeling brain-dead when Tim had started talking again should've made him wary.

"So. While we're, uh. Talking. About hot women who really, really like each other..."

"Really like each other. Especially when she --"

"Kon."

"Uh?"

"Um. It's about Steph. And... Batgirl."

Kon had blinked. "Wow. That's really perverted! Go, Tim!"

And Tim hadn't grinned back at him, and when Kon had punched his arm he'd just kind of winced, and he still hadn't caught the clue bus.

He'd just figured he'd punched too hard. But then...

"It's not perverted."

"No, dude, I know. I'm not --"

"It's a fact."

"-- a bigot or anything and what?"

The redhead had made a really interesting hooting noise.

Tim was staring at his hands. Kon remembers thinking that Tim's hands were kind of weirdly obvious, because even though he always wore those armored gauntlets as Robin, you could tell that he'd done a lot of fighting. They looked really strong. And --

"Steph broke up with me."

"Oh, man, dude, that's --"

"She broke up with me because she's... uh, dating Batgirl. Now."

"Uh."

Tim had shrugged a little. "I just thought... I mean, I know you like Batgirl. I didn't want you to find out... um. The hard way."

"This is the easy way?"

And Tim had actually smirked. At that. "Well, you know. Nice images, right?"

Kon had turned back to the TV like a zombie. This blonde was too skinny and too, well, naked to be Steph, but the other girl... Kon had squinted. And thought about how he always kind of imagined Batgirl would have some kind of tattoos or --

"You okay, man?"

"You made Steph gay."

"What? No!"

"You made Steph gay and then she made Batgirl gay and now they're being gay together!" He'd yanked his attention away from the screen, because maybe they were being gay together like THAT and... no. And Tim had had the nerve to look offended.

"Kon. You can't make --"

"Do you do this to everyone?" And the warning bells had started going off then. Which was the most useless thing ever.

"No! Steph's the first -- I mean -- Wait. What do you mean, everyone?"

"Uh..."

And Tim had given him that look, the one that always made you think he maybe had X-ray vision as a feature of those mask-lenses of his, which wasn't fair because he wasn't even wearing the stupid mask, and Kon still felt naked and thank fucking God he has superspeed. And a barn.

He has never in his life been more grateful for barns, and the fact that they have roofs, and the fact that pretty much no one will find him up here unless Clark comes flying by and is he going to have that conversation with Clark? With freaking Superman?

No.

At least the Kents don't expect him home, yet.

No, he was still supposed to be visiting his friend. And watching movies, and not thinking about the fact that --

The blast of wind knocks him off balance, but he catches himself on his hand before he can roll off the roof.

"Hey, Bart."

Bart vibrates in place for a few seconds before sitting cross-legged in front of him. "Where'd you go? I was looking for you earlier. I have --- oh."

He's ready for the next gust. And the next, as Bart returns with...

"I have those video games you loaned to me the other day."

"Done with 'em, hunh?"

"Well, yesterday, but Wally let me help him with patrol last night. That was cool. And you're not happy. Why are you not happy? What happened?"

Kon sighs. "Robin made me gay."

"He can do that? I didn't know he could do that."

"Well, he --" Kon braces himself. And stomps his boots back on, because that gust --

"He says he can't do that."

"He lies."

"Hunh."

Kon decides to just hold on.

"He says he's not lying. He says --"

"Bart."

"Yeah?"

"I have to go do homework now."

Bart squints at him. "Right now? Because I just read this book about homosexuality --"

"Bart."

"No, I mean, it's really interesting." He pulls a moderately battered-looking book out of the back of his tights. "There's all this stuff about how they think it's a genetic --"

"BART!"

Bart scowls. "Fine. Try to educate people. Hmph. I'm gonna go watch Tim's porn."

Kon holds on to the roof shingles for a few more moments, but it looks like Bart's gone for good. Which, okay, he should maybe feel guilty about, but the last thing he needs to think about now is genetics.

Or homosexuality.

Stupid Tim with his stupid hands and stupid lying, red, soft-looking --

Kon groans into his hands.

He is never living this down.

The rest of the week is just one big series of newsflashes.

One: detention gives you way too much time to think.

Two: farm chores give you way too much time to think.

Three: Trying not to think just makes you think more, and thinking more leads to dreams.

Like the one where Batgirl and Spoiler fight the horde of girl ninjas and the swords just cut the uniforms to shreds and then the skies rain corn oil and Tim wraps his hand around Kon's dick and starts talking about tactics and Kon really thinks he needs to find a way to kill himself, because...

He'd been doing really well with the not-thinking about all that stuff, because Tim had been starting to become an actual friend, as opposed to just the best possible person to have at your back when supervillains were trying to kill you, and you didn't mess that kind of thing up when it happened with a girl.

Kon isn't stupid. He knows a good thing when he sees it.

And knows that it probably - probably -- isn't Tim's fault that he puts ideas in Kon's head, and keeps putting them there with the way he listens and the way kind of... tightens his mouth when he's thinking about something, and the way he's way too convincing when he's being Alvin-the-bad-boy and... fuck.

He just hadn't thought it could get worse, is all.

He spends Friday's detention rewriting movie night in his mind, helpless to the image of hot chicks on the TV and Tim's hand in his pants. And in his pants. And the sound of that little 'wow.'

And actually does extra chores back on the farm. Enough so that Mrs. -- Aunt Martha winds up asking him if he'd forgotten about it being the weekend.

He's pretty sure the smile on his face is exactly as sickly-looking as the ficus plant Clark had given him to take care of before he'd decided Krypto would, at least, be sturdier. "Heh. Guess I did."

"You boys! I swear, you'd forget your heads if they weren't attached. Now go get your things -- and don't forget those cookies I baked!"

The cookies, at least, make for an excellent distraction.

The team pretty much falls on them, leaving him time to escape to the roof. They're supposed to be doing more teamwork exercises this weekend. He wonders if he can convince Cyborg that he really needs to learn how to work better with, like, Starfire.

He's fairly sure he can avoid thinking gay thoughts around her, at least.

A green gorilla climbs up next to him and munches solemnly on a coconut bar.

"Ook?"

"No thanks, man. Not really hungry."

Changeling shrugs and shifts back into humanoid form, staring out at the Bay.

Kon does his best to look like he's not brooding. Because he isn't, really. Brooding requires thought, and thought just gets him in trouble. Like, all the time, even.

"Not that I'm intruding, or really care or anything, but..." He waves a hand in the general direction of San Francisco. "Teammates, work together, yadda yadda."

Right. "It's nothing, really."

Changeling rolls his eyes. "Try again."

Kon sighs to himself. With Bart, at least, there'd been some slim hope that he wouldn't know what Kon was talking about, and he probably hadn't, but he'd forgotten about 'Kid Flash's' -- and that had to be worse than Superboy -- sudden addiction to *looking things up*.

Which, well. It's not like it can get worse, right?

"Can people make you gay, do you think?"

"Absolutely. Nightwing did it to me for a week back in '88. Pretty disturbing. I mean, you'd think the guy would be discouraged by a giant green squid."

Kon thinks about that. The first two sentences, anyway. "So... you got over it?"

"Yep."

"Really?"

"... no."

"Damn."

Changeling jumps up and claps him on the shoulder. "My advice? Go with it. And don't drop the soap if you're ever showering with Nightwing. Or Kory, for that matter. Or... okay, everyone should with Kory at least once, but... you know what I'm saying. Meeting in three hours." And he dives off the roof, morphing into a hawk on the way down.

Drop the... soap.

Right.

But... Tim spent a lot of time with Nightwing. Maybe Nightwing could make him gay. Or maybe he could read some of Bart's books.

Or maybe he could just dive off the roof and try to land on his head. It could work. If he concentrates on his aura --

"We need to talk."

Kon falls over the edge of the roof and actually drops a few feet before he remembers his TK. "Jesus, don't do that."

Tim smirks a little, mostly at himself. "I'm actually really bad at not sneaking up on people. My stepmom threatened to bell me."

He lands on the roof again. "Yeah, I guess all that training does a number on you."

"You could say that. Kon..."

And he's using the serious voice, the one that might as well just be the pay-attention voice, because even though it's completely different from the pay-attentionso -we-don't-get-killed voice, it's still... really hard not to listen to.

Because it's the voice Tim uses when he's trying to say something serious and true.

Kon really doesn't want to deal with it.

"If you fly, I'll just hook a grapple to your leg, man."

He thinks about it seriously for a moment. The cape is hiding everything but Tim's lower legs, though, so it's entirely possible that he is holding a grapple. Kon sighs to himself and sits down, hanging his legs over the edge. "Talk."

Tim crouches beside him. "I guess I'm just... um. Confused."

"You're confused? Jesus freaking Christ, man."

"Hey, you just like Batgirl. Spoiler is -- was -- my girlfriend. Technically. And then there's *you."

"Yeah, me."

"So... I mean, um. How long...?"

Kon pulls his knees up and wraps his arms around them. "Does it matter? Look, I'm not gonna, like, hit on you or anything."

"I just... I mean. I've thought about it."

It isn't fair that Tim should be easy to talk to even when it's about this. But... he is. "Yeah, I guess I kinda gave you a lot to think about."

"You always do."

Kon blinks at that and forces himself to actually look at Tim. He isn't really crouching, or... it's that really extreme crouch that, as far as Kon can tell, all of the Bat-types can do. Like at any given moment Tim could just spring up and out into the air. It's probably the least casual pose ever.

Tim's looking back at him, but the lenses are down. Not for the first time, it makes him wish he had Clark's X-ray vision. It also just makes him want to pull the mask off. Not the first time for that, either.

He swallows. "I... okay."

"I mean... I was thinking about it. Before, I mean. I didn't know you were, too."

"But you were... you know. With Steph." It's a little hard to breathe.

Tim smiles at him. "Thinking's not cheating. Everybody thinks. Right?"

"You don't have to just think. Anymore."

"No, I guess I don't."

And for a moment, Kon thinks they're maybe just going to sit here and look at each other until Kon's mouth falls open and everything he's been thinking spills out, but Tim shifts a little under the cape, and when he touches Kon's arm, his hand is bare.

A little sweaty from the gauntlet that's hidden somewhere under the cape. "So..." He strokes Kon's forearm once, fingers settling on the inside of his elbow.

"I'm about three seconds from jumping you, you know."

Tim's turn to swallow. "That many?"

Kon misses on the first kiss, dragging his mouth over Tim's jaw, but Tim's hands are in his hair and he doesn't miss on the second. Or the third. He manages to keep them from hitting the roof, but Tim wraps his legs around Kon's hips and flexes and... yeah. Flat on the roof is a good idea.

Tim's mouth is as soft as it looks, at first, and then it's much harder. He bites Kon's lip and sucks Kon's tongue into his mouth and rocks up under him, hips grinding into Kon's own --

"Damn. I... damn --"

"Yeah, come back here." And Tim yanks him back into another kiss and keeps rocking, thrusting up and digging his fingers into Kon's scalp and tickling the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

Kon can hear himself groaning, and he thinks that should be embarrassing the hell out of him, but Tim's making noise, too.

Rhythmic little moans, one for every time Kon thrusts down against him, and that's so hot he can't think.

He pulls back out of the kiss and grabs for Tim's hands, pushing his thumbs against the palms and doing it again when it makes Tim gasp.

"Your hands. I... oh man."

Tim tightens his legs around Kon's hips and rolls, moving like some kind of dancer, and Kon gives up on words, dragging one of Tim's hands to his mouth and licking the palm, licking up between Tim's fingers, because it's okay, now, right? It has to be okay, and Tim's skin is salty with sweat and his fingers kind of spasm against Kon's face and he slams his head back against the roof.

Message: Go with it.

He twines his free hand with Tim's and pushes it back down next to his head, trying to brace himself as gently as possible.

And sucks the fingers of Tim's other hand into his mouth, licking and biting and sucking hard when Tim groans and jerks beneath him. Their hips are still moving together and Tim's mouth is hanging open. He's panting, and Kon can't tell if his eyes are open are closed, but he hopes they're open.

He hopes Tim's seeing this, that it's turning him on the way it's turning Kon on, because there's nothing like this.

There never has been. He --

"Kon, you're gonna make me come in my pants --"

He groans around Tim's fingers and feels his dick twitch so hard he thinks he did come.

"Let me..." And Tim tries to tug his fingers out of Kon's mouth, and Kon knows why, but it still takes a moment for him to be able to let go of Tim's wrist. And then they're both grabbing for each other's crotches, and they're both in the way, and it's funny, but when Kon tries to laugh it just comes out as another gasp.

"Yeah, me too. Fuck --" And Tim bites his own lip and knocks Kon's hand aside, unbuttoning his jeans one-handed and pulling the zipper before pushing at his own shorts and tights, and Kon can definitely help with that.

Especially when Tim lifts his hips up, and suddenly it's a lot easier to let go. Kon wants both hands for this. Needs them, needs to get one hand under Tim's ass and the other around his dick and Tim's got the same idea, rolling them over with perfect grace even though he's groaning.

Jerking Kon fast and hard, free hand shoving Kon's t-shirt up until he can pinch and twist his nipple and it's so good it hurts.

He gets a better grip on Tim's ass and tries to stay in something like rhythm, tries not to lose himself in the feel of that hot, sweat-slick skin, in the fact that Tim's hard for him and pumping into Kon's fist. And it's awkward and sexy and Tim's ass feels just as good in his hand as he thought it would and --

"Kon -- oh God, Kon --"

And Tim sounds desperate, maybe as desperate as he feels, and he can't hold on. He comes all over Tim's fist and his own chest --

"Oh man --"

Tim doesn't even hesitate, twining his come-slick hand into Kon's around his own dick and urging him faster, and sliding his other hand through the mess on Kon's stomach and chest, rubbing it in for a second before reaching for Kon's mouth, slicking Kon's mouth --

"Suck it -- suck my fingers again, Kon, that was so hot --"

He does it, groaning at the taste of himself on Tim's fingers and the feel of Tim pressing down on his tongue and Tim shouts and stills and comes, slumping over and panting.

He doesn't take his hand back, though, and Kon takes his hand off Tim's ass so he can hold on to Tim's wrist again. Just to make sure.

And keeps sucking. Licking them clean and digging his thumb in a little so he can feel Tim's pulse race.

Tim looks up at him, still breathing hard, and untwines his other hand from Kon's own, bringing it up to his face and grinning. "I feel like we should switch hands."

Kon slides Tim's fingers out of his mouth. "Have I mentioned that I like the way your mind works?"

Tim grins a little wider and slides his finger over his lip, and somehow it's the dirtiest and hottest thing ever, despite what he's just been doing. Maybe because of it, too. Kon shakes his head and sits up, leaning in and catching Tim's wrist when he starts to move his hand from between them.

It's the clumsiest, messiest, best kiss he's ever had, and they're both sucking on Tim's fingers, slick and salty like their tongues, and Tim wraps his other arm around Kon's neck and pulls him in closer, and Kon gets a handful of Tim's ass again and... fuck. It's just so wet, and Tim makes these little humming sounds, these little satisfied-and-getting-horny again sounds that make perfect sense to Kon, because he feels exactly the same way.

"Jesus. Fuck, Tim, I don't even know what I wanna do with you."

Tim responds by dragging him in for another kiss, or maybe Kon just dives in again. It's hard to tell. He can't stop moving, can't stop pushing, even though he doesn't want Tim to go anywhere. He just... has to get up on his knees again, and pull Tim back, pull him over his lap, and their pants are so in the way it's not funny.

"I wish we were naked..."

Tim's breath hitches on a groaning laugh. "I rigged the door to lock from the outside so we could talk in private, but I don't think that's a good idea, Kon."

"Tim. I had come all over my chest. We're hugging now. We are gonna be so obvious, man."

"Not to mention the spunk-breath issue."

Kon snickers. "You don't have Bat-mouthwash in that belt?"

"That's only for emergencies."

Tim actually manages to keep a straight face for a whole five seconds after that, which is impressive. And laughing together feels so good it should probably be illegal, or at least against the rules.

Kon uses his less-sticky hand to reach up to Tim's face, and traces the curve of the mask. "I wanna see you."

"Yeah, okay. Let me just get the solvent."

"Solvent?"

Tim smirks. "This thing is glued on. I can rip it off if I have to, but the results are kind of unfortunate."

"Um... ow."

"Yeah." Tim opens one of the belt pockets and pulls out a small spray bottle, turning it on himself and generally looking like a very confused person putting on cologne or something.

Kon hadn't really considered how he kept the mask on, but he guesses it makes sense.

Tim slides the mask off and tucks it in another pocket, squinting against the sun and blinking when Kon rubs at a little of the glue left behind. His eyes are blue like Kon's own, and he looks serious in a way that's making Kon's heart pound a little.

"Hey."

"Um."

"Yeah." And Tim grins again and unhooks the cape and the belt, letting them drop. The tunic opens from the side, and Kon helps with that. Or really, just pulls at the other arm until it slides off and he can get to Tim's t-shirt and yank that off.

Tim's skin is hot and a little damp, just like his hands had been, and Kon leans in and breathes against his throat, kisses him and licks him, and Tim exhales sharply and strokes the back of Kon's neck with his thumb. It makes him shiver. It makes him want, more than he already did, and Kon holds on to Tim's waist and sucks wet kisses everywhere he can reach.

"Kon..."

And he doesn't really want Tim off his lap, but he wants to be able to get at more of that skin. Tim's covered up all the time, and it all just feels like another broken rule -- a tight feeling behind his eyes and the way every breath just takes him higher. Sweat and Tim and sex, and Kon gropes behind Tim until he can feel his cape and drags it closer. Lays Tim down and keeps kissing, keeps tasting, and Tim's has one hand cupping the back of Kon's head and the other sliding over and over his upper back.

He's breathing hard, and making sharp, quiet noises every time Kon hits a good spot.

Kon wants to find every good spot.

Sucking Tim's nipple gets him something like a whining little grunt and Tim's hands tighten on him for a second.

"Does that... do you like that?" And he feels like an idiot, but when he looks up, Tim's eyes are wide and his face is flushed and his mouth looks exactly like they've been kissing a lot.

Kon goes back to sucking, playing with Tim's other nipple with his fingers, and Tim moans and starts to move under him, rocking up against him, and it just reminds Kon that he needs to take some clothes off.

He manages -- barely -- not to rip up his t-shirt, and pushes his jeans and boxers down further before getting back down. He wants... he wants to just cover Tim, but he doesn't think it would be all that comfortable on a roof and a cape, so he settles for just being next to him, toeing off his boots and socks and kicking off his pants, and that's...

The sun's starting to go down, but there's still heat from the roof, and there's Tim, pulling him in for more kisses and just feeling incredible. Even his tights feel good against Kon's thigh, which should maybe be disturbing, but it's too much to think about anything but the way Tim is holding him.

The way Tim wants this, and it's pretty much going to drive him insane.

And then Tim slides a hand between them and pushes.

"Hunh?"

"I just... have to get my boots off."

"Oh." And he should probably move, but Tim's not moving, and his eyes are still so...

He looks young, or maybe just looks his age, for probably the first time ever.

"Tim..." and everything he can come up with to finish that thought is just impossible to actually say.

Tim smiles, looking away, and Kon thinks about every time he's seen Tim make that expression with a mask on. It's the secret smile, and it's just one more thing to make Kon wonder how he's actually supposed to stop doing this. He shakes it off as best he can and sits up, watching Tim work his boots off, and his socks, and the tights. And then just staring, because Tim isn't flaunting himself or anything, but he's not shy, either.

He isn't sure what he'd expected, but Tim is just... Tim. Casual and sleek and smirking like Robin.

"You didn't think I'd do it, did you?"

"I wasn't sure the suit came off, man. I'm glad it does, though."

"I wish..."

"Yeah?"

"Sooner or later, someone is going to fly up here. Or run up here."

"We're going to be pretty naked."

Tim snickers. "I should've told Kory I was hoping to get laid. She would've made sure we had some privacy."

"Or asked to join in."

Tim blinks. "She totally would, wouldn't she?"

"Heh. We could ask her."

Tim grins lazily. "Or you could come back here and we can keep fooling around until we come on each other again."

"Jesus, Tim." And he had been thinking clearly, he knows he was, but that stops pretty much as soon as Tim's tongue is back in his mouth again, or maybe when Tim rolls them until Kon's on his back and Tim's hands are on his wrists. Tim can't pin him, but it feels like he can, just like the drive of Tim's hips against his feels like being fucked.

Skin to skin and dick to dick and Kon groans into Tim's mouth and sucks his tongue spreads his legs and thrusts.

Tim breaks the kiss and moans against Kon's cheek, letting go of one of Kon's wrists and using it to hold his head to the side. Sucks on Kon's throat and bites hard, harder, and Kon gets his hand back on Tim's ass and pulls him in tighter, urges him to thrust harder, and the only reason why he bites his lip is so he can hear the sounds Tim's making against him.

The slick slide of skin on skin and the husky growls every time he bites.

He wants more and he wants this to never stop and he wants everything, absolutely everything. And he thinks maybe he can have it.

He slides his thumb down the cleft of Tim's ass and Tim freezes for a heart-stopping moment before whimpering, high-pitched and hot, and Kon rolls them onto their sides and Tim throws one leg over Kon's and digs short nails into his back, raking them down before grabbing Kon's hip and yanking him in tighter, and every thrust makes it better, wilder.

And the next back-thrust forces his thumb in Tim, and all Kon can think is hot and tight, and Tim shakes against him and keeps moving, fucking his way back on Kon's thumb and fucking himself against him, biting off a shout in Kon's shoulder and coming all over them.

All over his dick, and Kon thinks his brain is shorting out, but he --

"Don't stop."

"Tim --"

He can't stop thrusting, he can barely stop calling Tim's name, and Tim just wraps himself around Kon and holds on, leaning up to bite his lip and flexing around Kon's thumb.

And he can see it, he can almost feel it, what it would be like to be inside him, to fuck him just this hard, just this fast -- "Oh God oh fuck --"

He comes groaning and panting, and rolls them over again because he has to hold Tim down with his body, just for a minute, just until his mind can cope with the fact that they aren't having any more sex right now.

Tim strokes his back.

Kon rolls off when he can breathe again. Tim follows and kisses him hard for a brief moment before flopping back down beside him and grabbing his hand.

"Wow."

"Yeah," Tim says, and squeezes.

And there's a moment where it seems kind of weird to be holding hands, but Kon can't decide if it's because they'd just had sex or if it's because it's Robin, and he gives up on trying to figure it out.

"We have to get dressed."

"Yeah."

"Pretty soon."

"Yeah."

"There are beds in there, and doors that lock without rigging."

Kon gets up and drags Tim with him, and it's really unfair that even with the uniform, even though Tim's laughing, he still manages to get dressed quicker than Kon. And even though the cape is a little gritty, you still can't see anything.

Kon's t-shirt is wrecked, and he has no idea what happened to his other sock. He glares at Tim and just gets a smirk. Which reminds him of what started this.

"Okay, you have to tell me something, man."

"Yeah?"

"What in God's name made you think that inviting me over to watch lesbian porn was a good way to break the news about Spoiler and Batgirl?"

Tim throws his hands up. "Hey, I had time limitations! You know how fast gossip travels in the cape community."

"I just want to know what was going on in your head. Wait, let me try... 'what Kon really needs is to think about everything the girls are doing without him.'"

"I... okay, maybe that was a miscalculation."

Kon snorts. "A miscalculation? That was downright insensitive."

Tim kicks him in the shin. "You'll live."

Which, well... "... yeah, pretty much." He pulls Tim in close, savoring the fact that he can. "So."

"Yeah?"

"You got any more porn?"

end.


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