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Crazy like this

by Te

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Crazy like this
by Te
March 2, 2004

Disclaimers: They aren't mine. My love is pure.

Spoilers: Really intensely vague ones for the current run of Teen Titans.

Summary: Kon doesn't have issues so much as kinks.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Author's Note: A few of us have been really obsessing about Tim (no, really) lately, and this owes a lot to that sort of thing. Specifically Livia's story "And burn the phoenix."

Acknowledgments: To Jack and Livia for audiencing and helpful suggestions.


Bart reads a lot -- a lot -- these days, and it was something for Kon to get used to, and he still really hasn't, for the most part -- Bart saying random, out-there shit isn't new, but Bart saying random, out-there shit that's deep and true and correct really is -- but some things really do stick.

Like when he started talking about their uniforms.

And really, any conversation about the things Kory tends to wear -- and not wear -- is bound to be a deeply entertaining one, as far as Kon is concerned, but it was also actually pretty interesting. It totally makes sense for Kory to be the kind of person who "expresses her vulnerability aggressively," and "announces her sexuality as both warning and invitation."

There are few things cooler than being able to hide your normal, every day, teenaged perviness behind a perfectly plausible facade of, like, psychology.

But then Bart had moved on to Tim, and really... okay, yeah, he was still making sense. "Deeply invested in his privacy," absolutely. "Confidence based more on preparation than anything innate," is a little difficult for Kon to wrap his head around, but still, yeah, plausible.

And then they'd started talking about fashion and stuff, and yeah, pretty damned girly on top of the gay, but... interesting.

Because, like, he's missed a lot of pop culture with the whole 'artificially aged in a tube' thing, and trying to play catch-up with Bart is a lot like trying to do your math homework while on a roller coaster while actively fighting supervillains, but still. Kon has picked up a few things.

Like the fact that it's really kind of recent that people started walking around in public while also showing skin. Which is just one more reason to be perfectly fine with the fact that he's a kid, as far as Kon is concerned. But there's stuff there, too. Like that one weird science fiction movie they'd watched that wasn't that old, but was supposed to take place, like, a really long time ago, maybe even a hundred years or so.

And there was a scene where the woman falls off a ladder and suddenly you could see, like, her calf, and everyone freaks out.

And it was bizarre, but after the talk about the uniforms? Kon totally got it.

Because the first time he saw Tim walking around in just a pair of boxer shorts, his brain pretty much broke.

Like, seriously broke, because it wasn't like Tim was making any big deal about it or anything, and that was a huge deal. On the one hand, sure, he didn't actually expect Tim to sleep in the Robin suit, and he'd been fully aware that when they had to hang out as a team overnight Tim was probably sleeping somewhere, at some point, but... wow.

Suddenly, every weekend, Tim was -- and is -- almost entirely naked for a few hours a night right over there.

So, yeah, he'd managed not to do more than blink and stammer a little bit that night when he'd gone over to see if Tim wanted to sneak out and hit San Francisco, but that was about the limit of anything that could be remotely be referred to as smooth.

And now it's a weekly thing. And he knows.

And, being as how it's a Saturday-about-to-beSunday, and they'd been training all day, and Tim is alone in his room with the door closed... he could be almost naked again right now.

And it's not like he has issues, or anything. Or... not that kind of issues. Kon has never really seen the point of freaking out over getting turned on by things. Like, so long as you weren't popping a boner whenever you saw, like, a mime or something, you were fine.

So it's not that.

It's just, you know, Tim.

He's known Tim for about as long as he's known anybody, and really, it was a good day -- a notable day -- when you saw the guy's forearms. It's not his issue. Or it shouldn't be.

So maybe he spends a little too much time thinking about it. Or even a lot too much time, because, man, how dare Tim answer the door in his boxers like that? How could he not know it would break Kon's brain?

Did he do it on purpose?

And, okay, so the idea of Tim flaunting his lean, muscular, pale, scarred -- really, really scarred -- almost nakedness is funny. Or should be. But it's also really hard to think fair, rational thoughts about the whole thing.

As opposed to unfair, perverted, and downright insane thoughts, and dammit, Tim is who he talks to about those. Or maybe not the perverted ones. He could probably talk to Bart about the perverted ones, and Kory would maybe even encourage him to, like, go into detail and maybe she would start breathing heavy and he really ought to be able to decide whether perving on Tim or perving on Kory is more disturbing and wrong.

He doesn't think that's too much to ask.

Either way, he's definitely perving, and he's in his own room, and he's alone, and Tim is somewhere else. Possibly while being almost naked.

Kon squeezes his eyes shut and breathes and tries really hard to stop thinking about the scar on Tim's neck. He should at least be thinking about the scars on Tim's chest or the ones on his thighs. It's not like Tim's neck is all that hidden, considering. It's right there, and even if he was fully dressed it would still be right there. One good tug on the collar away from being exposed.

'Exposed' is one of the best, most terrible, most wonderful, most ball-tightening words in the English language. It just is.

It would be better if he wanted to do things. Good, hot, sexy things like licking and biting and sucking and rubbing himself all over Tim to see what the scars feel like on his dick. And he absolutely, totally, completely does.

It's just that he kind of thinks he'd want to spend a lot of time looking first. Or during. After. Before he does it again.

Maybe he can convince Tim to go swimming with him or something. Reasonably cold water would certainly help with the whole not-jumping-Tim thing, that really increasingly difficult thing, and Tim smiles at him now and says stuff and --

Right, swimming. Because he could see all of that and-who-knew Tim-skin, and maybe kind of get his fill before... before.

And... and. It's night. Everyone is asleep. They could do it now, and no one would bother them, or walk in on Kon staring helplessly at Tim's almost naked body. The perfect crime.

He has his suit in his hand and he's out the door before he can think about it, and not thinking about it gets him right up to Tim's door, gets him knocking on Tim's door before he realizes that he has no real idea how to say "please come be naked for my viewing pleasure" without, you know, saying that.

And also his jeans are doing just about nothing to hide the fact that he's thinking that and "oh, crap."

"What is it, Kon?"

And it's a completely serious question, in that I'm-ready-to-listen-to-you-angst-at-me Tim-voice that he's somehow supposed to be able to deal with despite the fact that Tim is doing it again.

Being almost naked. In plain blue boxer shorts.

"Oh, crap."

"Okay, I'm getting that there's a problem. And you're holding your swim trunks, so I'm thinking there's a problem... with the pool?"

And there's that smile, the tiny, tiny one that always seems so huge when Tim's in uniform, and is somehow even more huge now that he really just isn't. Because the smile is all about Tim's really soft mouth, and it's usually this nice contrast between that softness and the perfect not-soft-atall -ness of his uniform, but now there's just that soft mouth and the skin, all the skin.

And it's not that Tim's body is in any way soft.

No, strike that, his skin is soft. And smooth. And warm under Kon's hands, and he knows that because the swimsuit is on the floor, and he's touching Tim, touching his shoulders and kind of pushing him back into his room. Moving them back into Tim's room, and now Tim's doing that thing where his forehead is crinkling because he's -- probably -- trying to raise his eyebrows despite the mask, but he's also just going with it.

Walking backwards with perfect grace just as if horny guys always grab him and move him, and it's the sort of thing he's used to.

Kon kind of hopes he is, because now they're right next to Tim's bed, and it's just a little bit rumpled, but really, anything that belongs to Tim and is rumpled is just another thing to make him hard.


Now would be a good time to say something. "You're almost naked."

"It's true."

"I... really want to do something about that."

"You want me to put on clothes?"

"Absolutely not."

Tim's mouth twitches. "So you want to do something about me being almost naked that involves me staying that way. I just want to be clear."

"Tim." His voice is low and kind of hoarse to his own ears. It makes Tim's expression... shift. His forehead smoothes out and his mouth gets even softer-looking, and Kon squeezes Tim's shoulders and leans in and --

"Close the door."


Another of those twitchy smiles. "The door's open, Kon. Close it."

And that's a great idea. An excellent idea, except that it involves letting go of Tim. Or... no, he has a little too much shame to drag Tim along with him, as well as the deep and maybe -- maybe -- irrational terror that if he gets Tim close to the exit, he'll make a break for it.

"Kon --"

"Kiss me first."

And he can see Tim's teeth, but it's not a smile, or anything like one. It's... he leans in and Tim leans in and it's hard and shockingly loud, lips and teeth and tongue and wet, and Tim's hands are between them, flat on Kon's chest and rubbing. A little.

And then Tim shoves him, and... sits down on the bed. Another one of those you-can't-see-myeyebrow -but-I'm-raising-it things.

"Right. The door." Kon flies over and forces himself not to slam it and flies back and Tim's got one foot pulled up flat on the bed and his hands are kind of curled over the edge and Kon doesn't tackle him. That would be overkill.

He does, however, lift and move and shift Tim with his TK until he's flat on the bed and still so very, very almost naked.

And looking at him.

Kon could do without the mask, but he also thinks Tim losing it now would maybe kill him, so... not now. He strokes up over Tim's torso with both hands and then down again, settling his hands on Tim's waist and just... looking. Little red-brown nipples. Six scars that are big enough to be immediately visible. The waistband of Tim's boxers isn't even -- it dips a little over his right hip, and Kon sets his thumb there.

Tim's half-hard.

And it's all... it's like being hit, repeatedly, with a large, sexy blunt instrument. All of these facts. Scars and skin and half-hard, and Kon feels himself shake a little, and Tim's touches his face.

"You okay?"

"Yes. No. Fuck, yes, Tim, you're not wearing clothes."

"I could say something here about how I was going to go to sleep, but I'm guessing that isn't your point."

Kon's laugh is cracked to his own ears, and he buries it against Tim's stomach. The skin jumps beneath his mouth, and then stills. Which is... still another blunt trauma of lust. Kon kisses him there, slow and with a lot of tongue, and Tim jerks again. Again when Kon uses his teeth a little.

And the hand isn't on his head anymore.

Kon looks up as much as he can without moving his mouth, and Tim is... he's got one hand curled around the side of the bed and the other flung backwards over the pillow. He's turned away and flushing a little and... "Tim."

Tim shudders, once. "Yeah," he says, and doesn't turn.

"Is it... what do you want me to do?"

Tim takes a deep breath, and Kon can feel him moving, and fuck, of course he can, he's on Tim, but it still makes him flex in his pants.

"I just... I want to get you off."

And Tim still doesn't look at him, but he makes this hot, soft little sound. Like a whimper, only higher, and it's easy to forget that Tim's voice just isn't deep, but this is different.

Kon grinds into the mattress and licks Tim again, sliding his hands up from Tim's waist to play with the hair under his arms for a second before moving up over Tim's shoulders. The muscles are tensed under his palms, and it's just...

He has to get closer, further up the bed so he can stroke Tim's face, and the sleek coolness of the mask, and the curve of his ear, and everything else. He presses his thumb to Tim's lips and Tim is biting himself.

"You want this --"


"Fuck. Fuck, Tim," and Kon has to kneel up, get his jeans open, and when he moves Tim finally looks at him, mouth slack and arms even more tense.

Like maybe he was thinking about reaching out to keep Kon there. He pulls off his t-shirt and works on his fly, and Tim's still looking at him, really kind of staring, and Kon's hands are shaking, and he's so hard that the head of his dick is pushing at the waistband of his shorts. He pushes them down and Tim.... twitches. A little.

And Kon wants to say something witty and sexy, something like how Tim can do anything he wants, only a lot less desperate. He doesn't even bother trying, because he's not sure he can get anything out but heartfelt vowels, anyway.

He crawls up the bed and Tim spreads his legs wider, making room for him, and it's just the hottest thing ever.

Right up until he drags his dick over the bulge in Tim's boxers and Tim rocks up at the same time that he arches, and Tim makes this long, low 'ohh' sound and Kon braces himself over Tim, hands on either side of the pillow, and has just enough time to think "can't stop," before his hips find their own rhythm and --

"Kon --"

And that wasn't soft at all, and Kon wants to cover Tim's mouth and he wants to kiss him and he needs to stay right where he is, grind and thrust and fuck himself against Tim's fucking shorts and watch. Tim's head tilted back, flush spilling right down his throat and the upper part of his chest until every scar is a livid, white exclamation. "You're so... you're so --"

Beautiful, he can't make himself say, and Tim has both arms bent back over the pillow, both hands hidden, and every muscle in his arms stands out stark and hard.

"I want to... God, want to taste you, Tim -- fuck --"

Tim bucking up so hard under him, wrapping his legs around Kon's waist --

"You feel so good --"

Cotton of his boxers and every brush of hot, sweaty skin, and the scratchy hairs on Tim's legs moving along his back and sides, and every other breath is another shot of pre-come, then every breath, and it's like coming a little bit every time. He slides through the wet and hot, through the tangle of Tim's shorts, and digs his fingers into the mattress.

Watches his own sweat fall all over Tim's chest, on Tim's face, and whimpers because he wants to lick it off, and because he doesn't know how he's ever going to stop.

"Tim. Tim, I think I need you..."

And the sound Tim makes, the shouting growl of it, knocks the orgasm right out of Kon, and he has to use the fucking TK just to keep from falling over.

Because Tim's still moving under him. "Wait... wait a second --"

"Can't. I can't -- Kon --"

And he lets himself fall, crushing Tim to the mattress, and he has to do that, too, hold Tim down and feel him, and had he really thought he was just horny?

He kisses Tim hard, and he knows it's too hard, because he can taste blood, but Tim just kisses him right back, rough hands on Kon's shoulders, on his head and his face, and Tim says, "more."

Kon pulls back, nodding jerkily, and crawls awkwardly down the bed, tugging Tim's wrecked boxers down while Tim lifts his hips up, and he wants to get them all the way off, but... naked. Naked and hard and slick with Kon and just himself, and Kon wraps his fist around him and Tim sits up and grabs Kon's head and that's too much. Too good.

He mouths the head, managing for about a minute to make it slow and something like what he wants, but Tim is gasping and groaning and scratching at Kon's head, hips twitching up and up in hard little thrusts, and Kon gives up and goes down. Sucks hard and bruises his mouth on his own fist and squeezes and sucks and Tim comes in his mouth.

Kon groans, swallowing, and Tim shoots a little more and whimpers, falling back on the bed. Kon pulls off and kneels up when he can remember how to make his body work, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. And stares.

Tim is a naked, sweaty, naked sprawl, breathing hard and still flushed. His boxers are a wet tangle around his knees, and there's come spattered on his stomach. Kon's dick twitches painfully, and it's absolutely nothing to what his brain is doing.

"I think I'm going insane."

Tim laughs hoarsely, turning his face against the pillow. "I like it."

"I can tell."

And Tim's naked, so Kon can see him tense, and he can't decide whether he wants to pet him or flip him over on his stomach and start over.

He thinks he wants to say something, but when he opens his mouth all that comes out is a moan. Tim reaches up and strokes his arm, looking at him again. Really looking, because he's apparently found the time to flip the lenses up on the mask, and his blue eyes are wide and serious and framed a little oddly by the mask.

Kon gives up and stares some more, and, after a moment, the eyes aren't serious at all and Tim's mouth is twitching.


"All I had to do was strip to my shorts?"

"I..." Kon thinks about it. "Yes."

And that's an actual grin, lazy and happy. "I'll keep that in mind."

"It might have worked if you were wearing a t-shirt, too," Kon says, in the interests of honesty.

Tim snickers. "Knee socks?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

The laughter fades again, slowly and weirdly. Or... weirdly naturally, which doesn't make any sense except for how it does. It's Tim, and Tim seems... really calm. Kon strokes a slow, experimental hand up the length of Tim's thigh, and Tim just keeps watching him.

Kon slides his hand up to the crease between Tim's thigh and abdomen and digs in a little, and Tim exhales a little louder than necessary.

And kicks the boxers all the way off and spreads, still watching Kon steadily.

"Uh," Kon manages, after a moment.

The glitter is back over Tim's eyes. "We've got until morning," Tim says.

Kon grins down at him.

And wonders if he can get Tim to put on clean boxers.

Maybe the tunic.


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Fandom:  Other (Teen Titans)
Title:  Crazy like this
Author:  Te   [email]   [website]
Details:  Standalone  |  NC-17  |  *slash*  |  18k  |  03/02/04
Characters:  Superboy, Robin
Pairings:  Superboy/Robin
Summary:  Kon doesn't have issues so much as kinks.

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