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schizoauthoressTitle: If the Moment Ever Comes
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none that I know of? Maybe for future interludes of "You, Me, and Baby -- And Butler Makes Four"
Prompt/Fill: Any, any, Give me your kisses, I'll give you my heart
Warnings: babies, mild language, Kon-El/Jason Todd pairing
Word Count: 1035
Summary: Little stolen moments...
Word of the Day: alembic, noun:
1. Anything that transforms, purifies, or refines.
2. A vessel with a beaked cap or head, formerly used in distilling.
(Alembic is derived from the Arabic word al-anbiq, which means "a distilling cup." It developed its broader meaning in the 1300s.)
If the Moment Ever Comes
Kon glances at Jason as he stumbles into the entertainment room, and offers him the bowl of popcorn. "Got the kid to sleep?"
Jason waves away the offer of popcorn and flops onto the couch. He groans and hides his eyes behind one hand. "I'm going to kill Mr. Freeze."
"You know cold temperatures don't cause colds, right?"
"Isn't enough that the bastard went after my kid," Jason complains, ignoring Kon for the moment, "but he thinks it's fine to let his virus-ridden, runny-nosed henchmen handle a toddler."
'That makes more sense.' Kon thinks, but doesn't say aloud. He sets aside the popcorn bowl, wiping off his right hand -- the one he was eating with -- on his jeans, before patting Jason on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Jay. He'll be okay, though... it's just a cold."
"Yeah, he'll be fine." Jason looks over at Kon, and it's obvious just how wrung-out and tired he is -- his eyes are a little red from lack of sleep, his hair a mess from the number of times he's run frustrated fingers through it. "I just hate that he's so miserable and I can't fix it."
Kon smiles gently. "That's because you're a good dad."
"Don't feel like one," Jason says, voice a little strained as he tries to keep his frayed emotions under control. "He's always getting stolen and threatened because he's my son..."
"Hey..." Kon puts an arm around Jason's shoulder. "You're a good dad. It's not your fault that there are awful, baby-stealing people in the world."
Jason made a low, unhappy noise -- Kon knew that Jason didn't believe what he was saying, but he wasn't going to let the man get down on himself. He let his TTK twine comfortably around Jason, and gently repositioned him so that he was leaning against Kon. Then he wrapped his arms around Jason and snuggled close.
"You are a good dad. You take care of Richie, and you're there when he needs you, and you love him." Kon affectionately ruffles Jason's hair, earning a mild glare from Jason as he does so. "He'll never have to worry whether he's good enough to be loved."
"Loving someone isn't always enough," Jason protests. He rests his head against Kon's broad chest and absently strokes a hand along Kon's side, tracing the ridges of his ribcage and the firm muscles under his warm skin through the fabric of Kon's t-shirt.
Kon makes a soft, pleased noise at the touching. "It's a good start. Helps that you back it up with protecting 'im, an'... an' stuff."
"Stuff?" There's a teasing note in Jason's voice as he cranes his neck a bit to look into Kon's face.
Kon mumbles the excuse, "It's late, I'm kinda out of it." He hopes that Jason will accept that as a reason.
"Your batteries runnin' low?" Jason chuckles. "Need to go recharge?"
"Comfortable..." Kon says, with just an edge of a whine to his voice. "Don' wanna go."
Jason lets his hand trail back upward, and Kon draws in a soft, slow breath. He's not sure whether Jason means to make him react the way he does, or if he's misreading friendly affection. Jason nuzzles Kon's shoulder. "I won't make you go."
"Th-- Thanks..."
He's not sure when he did it, but he's suddenly aware that they are lying side by side -- or at least as close as they can come to it on the couch. Kon doesn't remember Jason moving, so he must have rearranged them with TTK. Jason grins at Kon when he realizes that Kon's caught on. "I don't think I could."
"Sorry, I..."
Jason reaches out and pats Kon's cheek. "Don't worry about it. S'nice." He smiles, and Kon feels his heart beating faster at the sight.
"Jason..." The name slips out of his mouth before he can stop it.
Jason licks his lips -- the sight practically shorts out Kon's brain -- and whispers, "Yeah, Kon..?"
"...I..." Kon isn't sure what to say. He knows what he wants, but...
"Don't hit me," Jason says, and it's on the tip of Kon's tongue to argue that he wouldn't, but then Jason's mouth is over his, lips warm and just slightly slick, and Kon is a little too preoccupied with kissing back to care about arguing.
Jason makes a little needy sound, muffled by their kiss, and shifts to press closer to Kon. Kon clings to Jason, digging his fingers just slightly into Jason's thigh as he pulls Jason's leg over his own. His other hand pushes into Jason's hair as he pulls away just enough to press several soft, hot kisses along Jason's throat. Jason whimpers again, and Kon shivers with want, rolling them over so Jason is on top of him as they lie on the couch cushions.
"Want you..." he whispers against Jason's skin, then scrapes his teeth along the pulse-point just under Jason's ear. That gets him a shaky moan from Jason, a moan and jerk of the hips, and he slides his hands under Jason's shirt, feeling out the scars that criss-cross his back.
"Kon..." Jason gasps. His hands stroke down Kon's chest, and he traces his fingers along Kon's belly, just above the waistband of his jeans.
And then Richie wails from upstairs, and Jason pulls his hands back like he was just electrocuted, tumbling off Kon and popping back up before Kon can do much more than sit up and make an ineffectual grab to steady him -- he's out the door so fast that Kon is left blinking and wondering what the hell just happened. Then his brain makes the connection of "crying baby = no more Jason for you" and he flops backward with a groan.
'That's what you get for making out with a protective single father, Kon-El,' he tells himself with a sigh.
Not that he was going to opt out of future make-out sessions, no matter how short they would sometimes be. He looks over to the television -- he'd almost forgotten that he had it on -- and sighs. Onscreen, Elvis Presley is right in the middle of singing 'Rock-a-Hula Baby'.
"Oh, well. He'll be back."
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none that I know of? Maybe for future interludes of "You, Me, and Baby -- And Butler Makes Four"
Prompt/Fill: Any, any, Give me your kisses, I'll give you my heart
Warnings: babies, mild language, Kon-El/Jason Todd pairing
Word Count: 1035
Summary: Little stolen moments...
Word of the Day: alembic, noun:
1. Anything that transforms, purifies, or refines.
2. A vessel with a beaked cap or head, formerly used in distilling.
(Alembic is derived from the Arabic word al-anbiq, which means "a distilling cup." It developed its broader meaning in the 1300s.)
If the Moment Ever Comes
Kon glances at Jason as he stumbles into the entertainment room, and offers him the bowl of popcorn. "Got the kid to sleep?"
Jason waves away the offer of popcorn and flops onto the couch. He groans and hides his eyes behind one hand. "I'm going to kill Mr. Freeze."
"You know cold temperatures don't cause colds, right?"
"Isn't enough that the bastard went after my kid," Jason complains, ignoring Kon for the moment, "but he thinks it's fine to let his virus-ridden, runny-nosed henchmen handle a toddler."
'That makes more sense.' Kon thinks, but doesn't say aloud. He sets aside the popcorn bowl, wiping off his right hand -- the one he was eating with -- on his jeans, before patting Jason on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Jay. He'll be okay, though... it's just a cold."
"Yeah, he'll be fine." Jason looks over at Kon, and it's obvious just how wrung-out and tired he is -- his eyes are a little red from lack of sleep, his hair a mess from the number of times he's run frustrated fingers through it. "I just hate that he's so miserable and I can't fix it."
Kon smiles gently. "That's because you're a good dad."
"Don't feel like one," Jason says, voice a little strained as he tries to keep his frayed emotions under control. "He's always getting stolen and threatened because he's my son..."
"Hey..." Kon puts an arm around Jason's shoulder. "You're a good dad. It's not your fault that there are awful, baby-stealing people in the world."
Jason made a low, unhappy noise -- Kon knew that Jason didn't believe what he was saying, but he wasn't going to let the man get down on himself. He let his TTK twine comfortably around Jason, and gently repositioned him so that he was leaning against Kon. Then he wrapped his arms around Jason and snuggled close.
"You are a good dad. You take care of Richie, and you're there when he needs you, and you love him." Kon affectionately ruffles Jason's hair, earning a mild glare from Jason as he does so. "He'll never have to worry whether he's good enough to be loved."
"Loving someone isn't always enough," Jason protests. He rests his head against Kon's broad chest and absently strokes a hand along Kon's side, tracing the ridges of his ribcage and the firm muscles under his warm skin through the fabric of Kon's t-shirt.
Kon makes a soft, pleased noise at the touching. "It's a good start. Helps that you back it up with protecting 'im, an'... an' stuff."
"Stuff?" There's a teasing note in Jason's voice as he cranes his neck a bit to look into Kon's face.
Kon mumbles the excuse, "It's late, I'm kinda out of it." He hopes that Jason will accept that as a reason.
"Your batteries runnin' low?" Jason chuckles. "Need to go recharge?"
"Comfortable..." Kon says, with just an edge of a whine to his voice. "Don' wanna go."
Jason lets his hand trail back upward, and Kon draws in a soft, slow breath. He's not sure whether Jason means to make him react the way he does, or if he's misreading friendly affection. Jason nuzzles Kon's shoulder. "I won't make you go."
"Th-- Thanks..."
He's not sure when he did it, but he's suddenly aware that they are lying side by side -- or at least as close as they can come to it on the couch. Kon doesn't remember Jason moving, so he must have rearranged them with TTK. Jason grins at Kon when he realizes that Kon's caught on. "I don't think I could."
"Sorry, I..."
Jason reaches out and pats Kon's cheek. "Don't worry about it. S'nice." He smiles, and Kon feels his heart beating faster at the sight.
"Jason..." The name slips out of his mouth before he can stop it.
Jason licks his lips -- the sight practically shorts out Kon's brain -- and whispers, "Yeah, Kon..?"
"...I..." Kon isn't sure what to say. He knows what he wants, but...
"Don't hit me," Jason says, and it's on the tip of Kon's tongue to argue that he wouldn't, but then Jason's mouth is over his, lips warm and just slightly slick, and Kon is a little too preoccupied with kissing back to care about arguing.
Jason makes a little needy sound, muffled by their kiss, and shifts to press closer to Kon. Kon clings to Jason, digging his fingers just slightly into Jason's thigh as he pulls Jason's leg over his own. His other hand pushes into Jason's hair as he pulls away just enough to press several soft, hot kisses along Jason's throat. Jason whimpers again, and Kon shivers with want, rolling them over so Jason is on top of him as they lie on the couch cushions.
"Want you..." he whispers against Jason's skin, then scrapes his teeth along the pulse-point just under Jason's ear. That gets him a shaky moan from Jason, a moan and jerk of the hips, and he slides his hands under Jason's shirt, feeling out the scars that criss-cross his back.
"Kon..." Jason gasps. His hands stroke down Kon's chest, and he traces his fingers along Kon's belly, just above the waistband of his jeans.
And then Richie wails from upstairs, and Jason pulls his hands back like he was just electrocuted, tumbling off Kon and popping back up before Kon can do much more than sit up and make an ineffectual grab to steady him -- he's out the door so fast that Kon is left blinking and wondering what the hell just happened. Then his brain makes the connection of "crying baby = no more Jason for you" and he flops backward with a groan.
'That's what you get for making out with a protective single father, Kon-El,' he tells himself with a sigh.
Not that he was going to opt out of future make-out sessions, no matter how short they would sometimes be. He looks over to the television -- he'd almost forgotten that he had it on -- and sighs. Onscreen, Elvis Presley is right in the middle of singing 'Rock-a-Hula Baby'.
"Oh, well. He'll be back."
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