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schizoauthoressTitle: No Stupid Questions
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress & Faile Neume
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: probably nothing, screw canon, we do what we want
Warnings: sex, frot, Kon-El/Jason Todd pairing
Word Count: 3506
Summary: ...You weren't supposed to know.
Note: The majority of this story was adapted from a roleplay chat that I had with Justine, hence she gets co-author credit. (Also the shift from Conner to Kon in text is deliberate.)
Word of the Day: crib, verb:
1. To pilfer or steal, especially to plagiarize.
crib, noun:
5. Informal. A. A translation, list of correct answers, or other illicit aid used by students while reciting, taking exams, or the like; pony. B. Plagiarism. C. A petty theft.
8. Any confined space.
9. Slang. A house, shop, etc., frequented by thieves or regarded by thieves as a likely place for burglarizing.
Note: "Crib" has six definitions as a verb, and seventeen definitions as a noun, so I just cut the ones that inspired me with this.
No Stupid Questions
He can't avoid hearing some things. Even if he is halfway across the country, he can hear Jason's heart-rate ramp up, can hear the man's distress in his breathing and the mumbled, pained noises he's making. Conner sets aside his social studies reading and pulls off his flannel shirt, climbing out of his bedroom window and taking flight east.
Maybe it wasn't a smart thing to do, but Conner had been trying to re-socialize Jason Todd. It had started out of frustration, because having to deal with the consequences of the Red Hood's little rampages across Gotham was one hell of an un-fun way to spend a weekend with the Titans. What had been even more frustrating, though, was realizing that he was pretty much the only person who had tried talking Jason down.
(Okay, maybe that wasn't fair. But Batman and friends were supposed to be smart, and you'd think they could catch on to the fact that Jason wasn't really responding to anything they were doing -- even when they tried talking to him, it seemed to backfire a lot. Wouldn't that mean bringing in someone else? Trying another option? It had been simple coincidence that they'd called for backup from Red Robin and gotten all the Teen Titans that time.)
Anyway, smart or not, Superboy had managed to talk -- or, to be honest, annoy -- Red Hood out of murdering a gun-running ring of criminals, and instead got them turned over to the feds. (Jason had informed him later that if Conner had tried to talk him into working with the GCPD, he probably would have busted out the kryptonite and bolted.) And ever since then, he keeps an ear out for Red Hood.
He likes to think that they had become friends in the handful of months since then. Jason isn't giving up his self-appointed mission to clean up Gotham by any means necessary, but he does a lot less killing these days.
Conner tugs open the living room window of Jason's latest bolthole apartment, slipping inside as quickly as possible and floating his way into Jason's bedroom, where the man is thrashing and crying out in his sleep. He drops his feet to the floor, reaching out with TTK as he quickly walks the rest of the distance.
"Jason," he says, his TTK already petting the man's hair back like gentle hands -- a move that sometimes gets him up peacefully, and sometimes results in attempted punching, hence TTK-hands to avoid Jason breaking one of his -- and again, "Jason. Wake up."
Jason gasps and tries to knock Conner's TTK away from his head, eyes flying open. Conner releases the TTK as Jason sits up, and moves closer to the bed. Jason stretches, a little stiffly, and the blanket slips from his shoulder and into his lap. And Conner just... stares.
"Ugh... wha--?" Jason rubs the heel of one hand against his face, brushing sleep out of his eyes. He cracks one eye open and sees Conner staring, and grumbles, "Kon, what are y--?" He breaks off and glances down, then blushes. "Um."
That reaction makes Conner smile slightly. "Did you steal that?"
Jason drops his hands to his lap and twists his hands into the bottom hem of the shirt he wears. He's quiet, avoiding Conner's eyes as he replies, "...Ye-es..."
"You could've just asked," Conner points out, trying not to laugh.
Jason mumbles, "...sounded creepy and stupid in my head." He glances up at Conner and recites, "Like... 'Hey Kon, can I have one of your shirts to sleep in?' can't sound like anything but creepy."
"And stealing was less creepy?" Conner inquires, tone of voice amused.
Jason debates whether or not to hide the red-and-black S-shield on his chest with his hands, and decides that it would just look stupid. Kon was never supposed to know about his shirt missing -- he hadn't asked after it before, and Jason had assumed that he hadn't noticed. "...Didn't have to ask you the question."
"And you weren't expecting me to find out," Kon's expression, gentle and amused, doesn't change.
"Right." Jason turns away a bit, peels the shirt off and shoves it into Kon's hands, then burrows under the covers and pulls them up over his head.
Kon blinks at the shirt in his hands, then looks up at the lump under the blankets. "Jason...?"
"I'm a creepier creep than Drake," Jason answers, voice muffled by fabric.
"You're not a creep," Kon argues. "And I can't talk to you while you're under the covers, so either come out, or I'm getting in with you." Kon bites back a groan, but silently scolds himself, 'Oh for-- why the hell did you say that?'
Jason groans and sticks his head under the pillow.
"...Sorry." Kon says quietly.
After a moment, Jason lifts the pillow so Kon can hear him better, and declares stubbornly, "Not coming out." He doesn't move otherwise.
Kon just looks at Jason -- still a lump under the covers -- before deciding that he is apparently serious. He mutters, "...Fine..." as he kicks off his shoes. Then he goes over to the other side of the bed and crawls under the covers. Jason scoots to the far side of the bed, away from Kon. He lies on his side kind of curled up, but facing the teenager, and grumbles back,
"Fine."
Kon still has the shirt in his hands, and he holds it out like a peace offering to Jason. "I don't mind, if you wanna keep it," he explains. His gentle little smile is back when he finishes, "And I don't think you're creepy."
"I should have asked," Jason says softly. He reaches out to put a hand on the Superboy t-shirt, but doesn't move to pull it toward him.
"Probably," Kon admits, shrugging the shoulder he isn't lying on. "But you didn't, and it's too late to worry about it now. So it's all right."
He doesn't say, but a big part of why 'it's all right' is because he's pretty sure Jason needs whatever comfort he can get. And it's kind of gratifying, knowing that his being around Jason is a source of comfort. He would prefer if Jason asked for things, if the man would ask for help directly from him -- but Kon is pretty sure that's a new concept for Jason. He's willing to accept small steps in the right direction, anyway.
"...I'll ask in the future?" Jason offers tentatively.
Kon nods. He's smiling a little wider when he says calmly, "That works."
Jason takes the shirt and hugs it to his chest for a while. Kon bites his lip and sternly reminds himself that no matter how sad and lost Jason looks, kissing him is an inappropriate reaction. (He's not sure exactly when he started wanting to kiss Jason, but the man has given no indication of interest -- so far as Kon can tell -- in being anything other than Kon's friend. In fact, he kind of thinks Jason might be straight.) Kon blushes faintly when Jason lifts his head and looks across at him again, sure that he's just been caught staring.
But Jason doesn't seem to notice. He steels himself to speak and asks hesitantly, "Will you... Can I...?" Then his eyes flick downward again and he doesn't finish.
Kon keeps his tone of voice gentle still, "What is it, Jason?"
Jason swallows hard and forces himself to meet Kon's (slightly worried) eyes. "...Is it okay... if I kiss you?"
"I... I... " Kon is more than a little startled. This is not something he ever expected to hear -- wanted, yes; fantasized about, yes; expected, no -- and he just barely resists the urge to pinch himself to make sure this isn't a dream. (Jason probably wouldn't take well to that reaction, and it would ruin the mood... if Jason is even thinking about the same kind of kisses that Kon really can't help imagining now.) Instead, Kon reaches out and lightly touches Jason's cheek, and answers, "Y-yeah. You can."
There's a barely perceptible shift in the way that Jason is holding himself -- but Kon has gotten good at picking up Jason's mood indicators -- indicating relief. He drops the Superboy t-shirt on the nightstand behind him and scoots closer to Kon. He puts a hand against Kon's cheek for a moment, before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.
Kon sort of... stops breathing. (Good thing that, as a Kryptonian hybrid, he doesn't actually need to, not for a good long while...) He moves a hand to cup the nape of Jason's neck as he kisses back, keeping it soft and letting Jason lead.
Jason whimpers softly when Kon kisses back. He'd been planning to keep it brief, but feeling Kon's mouth moving against his destroys that resolve. Jason lets the tip of his tongue dart out and trace Kon's lower lip for a moment before kissing him harder.
Kon moans at the touch of Jason's tongue and opens his mouth to him, pressing their bodies a little closer together. Jason gives a soft, muffled moan of his own -- he licks his way into Kon's mouth and deepens the kiss, arching his body closer as he does. Kon makes a tiny, needy noise at that and keeps kissing, sliding his hand from Jason's neck to lightly stroke down his bare chest.
Jason whimpers again, stroking both hands down Kon's back. He pulls away to catch his breath and whispers, "I wanted to do that... for so long..." Kon lets Jason pull away, and he licks his lips as he watches the man.
"I thought..." Kon doesn't finish that sentence, realizing in time that confessing presumptions on sexual orientation is just stupid. He starts again, "I didn't want to push, didn't want to make you think I was just..." he shrugs, an awkward gesture when lying on his side, "sticking around because I wanted... this from you..."
Jason bites his lip. "No, I..." he leans his forehead against Kon's, and reassures him quietly, "I know you're my friend. No matter what I do..." Jason trails off.
He thinks maybe if he weren't so damn screwed up, he could finish that sentence -- 'No matter what I do, you're gonna care about me' -- but if he says that, the anger will probably boil up and ruin things. Jason breathes deep to clear his head, inhaling the scent of homemade vanilla soap from Kon's skin (absently noting that Martha's bought something new from their neighbor), and manages a useful reply:
"You can do... whatever you want. If it's too much, I'll say."
Kon closes his eyes and breathes in slowly. He stammers a bit as he responds, "O-- okay. I.. Jason... I want you so much..." He leans forward, closing the slight distance between them, and softly kisses Jason's lips again.
"I want you, too," Jason murmurs after Kon pulls back. He kisses Kon back. "I want you..."
Kon makes soft, happy sounds as he presses closer, gently pushing Jason over onto his back and moving on top of him, so that he's straddling one of Jason's legs. Jason moans and pushes his hips up a little when Kon straddles him. Kon has one hand still on Jason's chest, and the other on the bed next to the man's waist. He deepens the kisses, which Jason returns eagerly. Jason's hands stroke up and down Kon's chest and arms for a while before settling on his waist.
He keeps moving his hips, drawing a low moan from Kon when they break the kiss to let Jason breathe. Kon nuzzles Jason's cheek and moves to kiss down his jaw and across his throat. That makes Jason shiver and pant for breath as Kon keeps kissing him.
"Kon..." he whimpers, squirming against Kon's body and rocking his hips shallowly, "Oh, Kon..."
Kon muffles a moan against Jason's skin, his own hips moving to match the motion of Jason's. "Tell me what you want, Jason... please..."
"I... I want..." Jason cuts himself off with a groan, pushing up against Kon for a few seconds, just focused on feeling. "I want you." He tries to think, tries to verbalize, "I want you to keep kissing me and touching me... I want... I..." Jason bites his lip again and presses himself tight against Kon, one hand on the small of Kon's back.
Kon moans -- a little embarrassed by how much he keeps doing that, but he can't seem to help it -- and gasps out, "I... god, Jason. I-- yeah. I want kiss you, want to touch you..."
"I just want more... more of you..." Jason whimpers and rolls his hips against Kon's.
The move draws a soft cry of need out of Kon. "You can have more... you can have anything you want..."
"Ohgod, please," Jason trails off into needy little sobs for a moment, then gasps, "I want you, I need you... Kon..." The kisses he gives Kon now are sort of frantic, and he rocks his hips harder against Kon's.
Kon kisses back, still letting Jason have control of that, and he wriggles his hips a little. He slides his hand lower, his fingers just slipping under Jason's waistband. Kon reluctantly pulls away from the kiss to ask, "Can I..?"
"Yesyesyes, please..." Jason begs, pressing into Kon's touch with another soft moan (he can't seem to help it either). "Please..."
Kon swallows hard and slips his hand into Jason's boxers, wrapping his hand loosely around Jason's cock and stroking lightly. Jason cries out, and he can't stop his hips from jerking forward against Kon's hand as he gasps out,
"Kon... Kon, yes..."
Kon tightens his grip, reassured by Jason's reaction, and starts stroking a little faster. Jason's hands slide up to tangle in Kon's hair, and Kon makes another inarticulate needy sound. Jason kisses him hard, and he kisses back until Jason pulls away. His hands tug lightly, but insistently, at Kon's hair, and Kon tilts his head back.
"Jason..." Kon whimpers as Jason trails little kisses down his throat. And again, "Jason..." when the man stops to lick at the sensitive little hollow at the base of his throat.
Jason groans, and he keeps pushing his hips forward into Kon's grip, mumbling Kon's name against his skin before he starts to suck a lovebite onto Kon's neck.
Kon keeps his head tilted back, gasping softly. He squeezes his hand around Jason's cock, then strokes up to rub his thumb firmly around the head. That makes Jason moan, and then he lightly scrapes his teeth against Kon's neck. Kon cries out, "Oh... oh, god... Jason, I--"
"Tell me what you want, tell me what to do... please, please..." Jason begs.
"Anything you want. I can't..." He groans, and strokes Jason harder. "Touch me?"
Jason's hands move from Kon's hair, petting down his chest before settling to the task of unfastening his pants and pushing them down with his boxers. He lets his fingertips teasingly trace the shaft of Kon's cock and rub lightly over the head, before he wraps his hand firmly around Kon and starts stroking.
Kon sobs at the light touch, his hips jerking forward into Jason's hand. "Ohgod, ohgod, please..." and he moans loudly when Jason start stroking him firmly, and rocks his hips shallowly into Jason's hand. He twists his own wrist a little, and keeps stroking Jason.
Jason voices another soft cry at that, "Oh! So good... oh god, Kon..." and keeps stroking him hard and fast, pressing another kiss to his mouth.
"Mmf!" Kon kisses back, then shifts his body so that he's lying more on top of Jason. He moves a little to press their cocks together and wraps his hand around them both, rocking his hips shallowly.
Jason cries out again, louder. He squeezes Kon's legs with his own, getting better leverage, and thrusts against him hard. "Oh, Kon," Jason sobs out, "Need you. Need more. Wanna feel you come..."
"I-- oh god," Kon gasps and then moans, thrusting back just as hard, "Yes, Jason." He whimpers, "Trust me? I wanna..."
"I trust you, I trust you..." Jason whispers, just before pressing another desperate kiss to Kon's mouth. Then he pulls away and sighs, "...anything... "
Kon kisses him back, and he wraps TTK around both their cocks, rippling it slowly as he keeps rocking his hips against Jason's. Jason moans loudly,
"Ohmygod. Ohmygod..." before he muffles another moan against Kon's chest.
Kon whimpers in response to Jason's moans, rolling his hips and stroking them harder and faster with the TTK. Jason goes incoherent for a while, breathlessly making soft, needy sounds and pushing his hips against Kon's. His hands are trembling slightly as he caresses Kon's shoulders and back. Kon kisses Jason again -- a few quick, hard kisses against Jason's mouth -- before before he pulls back and licks a line up Jason's throat, ending in a gentle scrape of his teeth across the pulse point. He keeps the TTK wrapped around them, keeps thrusting against Jason and moaning quietly.
Jason tries to return those kisses as best he can. When Kon scrapes his teeth against Jason's throat, Jason cries out softly and his hips jerk upward hard, then he pants for breath and slowly rolls his hips, moaning again as he does so. That makes Kon groan and bite Jason's throat again, a little harder this time -- then he licks over the same spot before murmuring, "O-oh god, Jason, you feel..."
"Mm?" Jason makes a soft, questioning noise, then says in a dazed voice, "Feels so good, Kon..."
Kon whimpers, "M'so close..." and lets the TTK ripple over them again.
Jason sobs with need, "Ohgod... So'm I..." and clings tighter to Kon's shoulders. He tips his head back, panting lightly, and says breathlessly, "...wanna come with you, come for you..."
Kon kisses up Jason's exposed throat, nips lightly at his earlobe, and whispers huskily, "Come for me, Jason..."
Jason catches his lower lip in his teeth and whimpers at that. He draws in a shaky breath and starts rocking his hips harder, faster...
Kon presses his face against Jason's throat, whimpering and panting against Jason's skin. "Jason...."
"Ohgod. Ohgod, Kon... I--" Jason wraps his arms tight around Kon, gasping for breath as his orgasm overtakes him, his whole body overcome with powerful shudders as the pleasure momentarily blots out all other thought.
When he feels Jason come, Kon cries out softly, his own hips jerking hard as he orgasms -- he relishes every motion of Jason's body beneath his, no matter how small, for the way it feels against his own sensitive flesh. Then Jason slides his fingers back into Kon's hair, tilting his head up so that he can kiss Kon deeply, a kiss that Kon returns with equal fervor until Jason has to pull back. Kon keeps petting lightly at Jason's sides, and smiles at Jason.
"Stay with me?"
Kon presses another quick kiss to Jason's lips. "Of course." He nuzzles Jason's chest, then glances back at him to meet his eyes again. "We should probably get cleaned up, though."
Jason wants to say 'I meant more than just tonight,' but he's scared that Kon doesn't, not realizing that Kon will happily take "stay" to mean "forever" if Jason lets him. Instead of anything that would imply scary commitment, Jason just nuzzles Kon back and goes, "Okay. I'm sure I can make it to th' bathroom..." Kon shakes his head, smiling fondly at Jason.
"You stay here, I've got it." He pushes the covers down off them, kisses Jason again, then zips off. He comes back with a damp flannel cloth, wipes them both clean, then disappears again briefly to toss it into the tub to wash later. When Kon gets back, he settles on the bed next to Jason, tangling their legs together and wrapping an arm around his waist.
Jason smiles at Kon and snuggles against his chest, briefly squeezing with his legs to make their contact a full-body hug. It's surprisingly easy for him to admit, "I'm glad you're here..."
Kon nuzzles Jason's hair affectionately. "So am I. I'm glad you want me here."
"Always want you with me." It doesn't seem possible for Jason to cuddle any closer, but he makes a sleepy, happy noise and gives it a try anyway.
"Oh..." Kon is surprised, but happy, to hear that. After a moment, he says, "Yeah, I... I'll always be with you."
"Good," Jason declares, pressing a kiss to Kon's neck. He's already drifting off when he mumbles, "Love you.."
Kon stops breathing again, just for a moment, shocked at the admission. But he manages to whisper, "I love you, too" while Jason is still awake enough to hear it, making the man smile just before he relaxes into satiated sleep.
Kon holds Jason close, and watches him sleep for a little while before drifting off himself.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress & Faile Neume
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: probably nothing, screw canon, we do what we want
Warnings: sex, frot, Kon-El/Jason Todd pairing
Word Count: 3506
Summary: ...You weren't supposed to know.
Note: The majority of this story was adapted from a roleplay chat that I had with Justine, hence she gets co-author credit. (Also the shift from Conner to Kon in text is deliberate.)
Word of the Day: crib, verb:
1. To pilfer or steal, especially to plagiarize.
crib, noun:
5. Informal. A. A translation, list of correct answers, or other illicit aid used by students while reciting, taking exams, or the like; pony. B. Plagiarism. C. A petty theft.
8. Any confined space.
9. Slang. A house, shop, etc., frequented by thieves or regarded by thieves as a likely place for burglarizing.
Note: "Crib" has six definitions as a verb, and seventeen definitions as a noun, so I just cut the ones that inspired me with this.
No Stupid Questions
He can't avoid hearing some things. Even if he is halfway across the country, he can hear Jason's heart-rate ramp up, can hear the man's distress in his breathing and the mumbled, pained noises he's making. Conner sets aside his social studies reading and pulls off his flannel shirt, climbing out of his bedroom window and taking flight east.
Maybe it wasn't a smart thing to do, but Conner had been trying to re-socialize Jason Todd. It had started out of frustration, because having to deal with the consequences of the Red Hood's little rampages across Gotham was one hell of an un-fun way to spend a weekend with the Titans. What had been even more frustrating, though, was realizing that he was pretty much the only person who had tried talking Jason down.
(Okay, maybe that wasn't fair. But Batman and friends were supposed to be smart, and you'd think they could catch on to the fact that Jason wasn't really responding to anything they were doing -- even when they tried talking to him, it seemed to backfire a lot. Wouldn't that mean bringing in someone else? Trying another option? It had been simple coincidence that they'd called for backup from Red Robin and gotten all the Teen Titans that time.)
Anyway, smart or not, Superboy had managed to talk -- or, to be honest, annoy -- Red Hood out of murdering a gun-running ring of criminals, and instead got them turned over to the feds. (Jason had informed him later that if Conner had tried to talk him into working with the GCPD, he probably would have busted out the kryptonite and bolted.) And ever since then, he keeps an ear out for Red Hood.
He likes to think that they had become friends in the handful of months since then. Jason isn't giving up his self-appointed mission to clean up Gotham by any means necessary, but he does a lot less killing these days.
Conner tugs open the living room window of Jason's latest bolthole apartment, slipping inside as quickly as possible and floating his way into Jason's bedroom, where the man is thrashing and crying out in his sleep. He drops his feet to the floor, reaching out with TTK as he quickly walks the rest of the distance.
"Jason," he says, his TTK already petting the man's hair back like gentle hands -- a move that sometimes gets him up peacefully, and sometimes results in attempted punching, hence TTK-hands to avoid Jason breaking one of his -- and again, "Jason. Wake up."
Jason gasps and tries to knock Conner's TTK away from his head, eyes flying open. Conner releases the TTK as Jason sits up, and moves closer to the bed. Jason stretches, a little stiffly, and the blanket slips from his shoulder and into his lap. And Conner just... stares.
"Ugh... wha--?" Jason rubs the heel of one hand against his face, brushing sleep out of his eyes. He cracks one eye open and sees Conner staring, and grumbles, "Kon, what are y--?" He breaks off and glances down, then blushes. "Um."
That reaction makes Conner smile slightly. "Did you steal that?"
Jason drops his hands to his lap and twists his hands into the bottom hem of the shirt he wears. He's quiet, avoiding Conner's eyes as he replies, "...Ye-es..."
"You could've just asked," Conner points out, trying not to laugh.
Jason mumbles, "...sounded creepy and stupid in my head." He glances up at Conner and recites, "Like... 'Hey Kon, can I have one of your shirts to sleep in?' can't sound like anything but creepy."
"And stealing was less creepy?" Conner inquires, tone of voice amused.
Jason debates whether or not to hide the red-and-black S-shield on his chest with his hands, and decides that it would just look stupid. Kon was never supposed to know about his shirt missing -- he hadn't asked after it before, and Jason had assumed that he hadn't noticed. "...Didn't have to ask you the question."
"And you weren't expecting me to find out," Kon's expression, gentle and amused, doesn't change.
"Right." Jason turns away a bit, peels the shirt off and shoves it into Kon's hands, then burrows under the covers and pulls them up over his head.
Kon blinks at the shirt in his hands, then looks up at the lump under the blankets. "Jason...?"
"I'm a creepier creep than Drake," Jason answers, voice muffled by fabric.
"You're not a creep," Kon argues. "And I can't talk to you while you're under the covers, so either come out, or I'm getting in with you." Kon bites back a groan, but silently scolds himself, 'Oh for-- why the hell did you say that?'
Jason groans and sticks his head under the pillow.
"...Sorry." Kon says quietly.
After a moment, Jason lifts the pillow so Kon can hear him better, and declares stubbornly, "Not coming out." He doesn't move otherwise.
Kon just looks at Jason -- still a lump under the covers -- before deciding that he is apparently serious. He mutters, "...Fine..." as he kicks off his shoes. Then he goes over to the other side of the bed and crawls under the covers. Jason scoots to the far side of the bed, away from Kon. He lies on his side kind of curled up, but facing the teenager, and grumbles back,
"Fine."
Kon still has the shirt in his hands, and he holds it out like a peace offering to Jason. "I don't mind, if you wanna keep it," he explains. His gentle little smile is back when he finishes, "And I don't think you're creepy."
"I should have asked," Jason says softly. He reaches out to put a hand on the Superboy t-shirt, but doesn't move to pull it toward him.
"Probably," Kon admits, shrugging the shoulder he isn't lying on. "But you didn't, and it's too late to worry about it now. So it's all right."
He doesn't say, but a big part of why 'it's all right' is because he's pretty sure Jason needs whatever comfort he can get. And it's kind of gratifying, knowing that his being around Jason is a source of comfort. He would prefer if Jason asked for things, if the man would ask for help directly from him -- but Kon is pretty sure that's a new concept for Jason. He's willing to accept small steps in the right direction, anyway.
"...I'll ask in the future?" Jason offers tentatively.
Kon nods. He's smiling a little wider when he says calmly, "That works."
Jason takes the shirt and hugs it to his chest for a while. Kon bites his lip and sternly reminds himself that no matter how sad and lost Jason looks, kissing him is an inappropriate reaction. (He's not sure exactly when he started wanting to kiss Jason, but the man has given no indication of interest -- so far as Kon can tell -- in being anything other than Kon's friend. In fact, he kind of thinks Jason might be straight.) Kon blushes faintly when Jason lifts his head and looks across at him again, sure that he's just been caught staring.
But Jason doesn't seem to notice. He steels himself to speak and asks hesitantly, "Will you... Can I...?" Then his eyes flick downward again and he doesn't finish.
Kon keeps his tone of voice gentle still, "What is it, Jason?"
Jason swallows hard and forces himself to meet Kon's (slightly worried) eyes. "...Is it okay... if I kiss you?"
"I... I... " Kon is more than a little startled. This is not something he ever expected to hear -- wanted, yes; fantasized about, yes; expected, no -- and he just barely resists the urge to pinch himself to make sure this isn't a dream. (Jason probably wouldn't take well to that reaction, and it would ruin the mood... if Jason is even thinking about the same kind of kisses that Kon really can't help imagining now.) Instead, Kon reaches out and lightly touches Jason's cheek, and answers, "Y-yeah. You can."
There's a barely perceptible shift in the way that Jason is holding himself -- but Kon has gotten good at picking up Jason's mood indicators -- indicating relief. He drops the Superboy t-shirt on the nightstand behind him and scoots closer to Kon. He puts a hand against Kon's cheek for a moment, before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.
Kon sort of... stops breathing. (Good thing that, as a Kryptonian hybrid, he doesn't actually need to, not for a good long while...) He moves a hand to cup the nape of Jason's neck as he kisses back, keeping it soft and letting Jason lead.
Jason whimpers softly when Kon kisses back. He'd been planning to keep it brief, but feeling Kon's mouth moving against his destroys that resolve. Jason lets the tip of his tongue dart out and trace Kon's lower lip for a moment before kissing him harder.
Kon moans at the touch of Jason's tongue and opens his mouth to him, pressing their bodies a little closer together. Jason gives a soft, muffled moan of his own -- he licks his way into Kon's mouth and deepens the kiss, arching his body closer as he does. Kon makes a tiny, needy noise at that and keeps kissing, sliding his hand from Jason's neck to lightly stroke down his bare chest.
Jason whimpers again, stroking both hands down Kon's back. He pulls away to catch his breath and whispers, "I wanted to do that... for so long..." Kon lets Jason pull away, and he licks his lips as he watches the man.
"I thought..." Kon doesn't finish that sentence, realizing in time that confessing presumptions on sexual orientation is just stupid. He starts again, "I didn't want to push, didn't want to make you think I was just..." he shrugs, an awkward gesture when lying on his side, "sticking around because I wanted... this from you..."
Jason bites his lip. "No, I..." he leans his forehead against Kon's, and reassures him quietly, "I know you're my friend. No matter what I do..." Jason trails off.
He thinks maybe if he weren't so damn screwed up, he could finish that sentence -- 'No matter what I do, you're gonna care about me' -- but if he says that, the anger will probably boil up and ruin things. Jason breathes deep to clear his head, inhaling the scent of homemade vanilla soap from Kon's skin (absently noting that Martha's bought something new from their neighbor), and manages a useful reply:
"You can do... whatever you want. If it's too much, I'll say."
Kon closes his eyes and breathes in slowly. He stammers a bit as he responds, "O-- okay. I.. Jason... I want you so much..." He leans forward, closing the slight distance between them, and softly kisses Jason's lips again.
"I want you, too," Jason murmurs after Kon pulls back. He kisses Kon back. "I want you..."
Kon makes soft, happy sounds as he presses closer, gently pushing Jason over onto his back and moving on top of him, so that he's straddling one of Jason's legs. Jason moans and pushes his hips up a little when Kon straddles him. Kon has one hand still on Jason's chest, and the other on the bed next to the man's waist. He deepens the kisses, which Jason returns eagerly. Jason's hands stroke up and down Kon's chest and arms for a while before settling on his waist.
He keeps moving his hips, drawing a low moan from Kon when they break the kiss to let Jason breathe. Kon nuzzles Jason's cheek and moves to kiss down his jaw and across his throat. That makes Jason shiver and pant for breath as Kon keeps kissing him.
"Kon..." he whimpers, squirming against Kon's body and rocking his hips shallowly, "Oh, Kon..."
Kon muffles a moan against Jason's skin, his own hips moving to match the motion of Jason's. "Tell me what you want, Jason... please..."
"I... I want..." Jason cuts himself off with a groan, pushing up against Kon for a few seconds, just focused on feeling. "I want you." He tries to think, tries to verbalize, "I want you to keep kissing me and touching me... I want... I..." Jason bites his lip again and presses himself tight against Kon, one hand on the small of Kon's back.
Kon moans -- a little embarrassed by how much he keeps doing that, but he can't seem to help it -- and gasps out, "I... god, Jason. I-- yeah. I want kiss you, want to touch you..."
"I just want more... more of you..." Jason whimpers and rolls his hips against Kon's.
The move draws a soft cry of need out of Kon. "You can have more... you can have anything you want..."
"Ohgod, please," Jason trails off into needy little sobs for a moment, then gasps, "I want you, I need you... Kon..." The kisses he gives Kon now are sort of frantic, and he rocks his hips harder against Kon's.
Kon kisses back, still letting Jason have control of that, and he wriggles his hips a little. He slides his hand lower, his fingers just slipping under Jason's waistband. Kon reluctantly pulls away from the kiss to ask, "Can I..?"
"Yesyesyes, please..." Jason begs, pressing into Kon's touch with another soft moan (he can't seem to help it either). "Please..."
Kon swallows hard and slips his hand into Jason's boxers, wrapping his hand loosely around Jason's cock and stroking lightly. Jason cries out, and he can't stop his hips from jerking forward against Kon's hand as he gasps out,
"Kon... Kon, yes..."
Kon tightens his grip, reassured by Jason's reaction, and starts stroking a little faster. Jason's hands slide up to tangle in Kon's hair, and Kon makes another inarticulate needy sound. Jason kisses him hard, and he kisses back until Jason pulls away. His hands tug lightly, but insistently, at Kon's hair, and Kon tilts his head back.
"Jason..." Kon whimpers as Jason trails little kisses down his throat. And again, "Jason..." when the man stops to lick at the sensitive little hollow at the base of his throat.
Jason groans, and he keeps pushing his hips forward into Kon's grip, mumbling Kon's name against his skin before he starts to suck a lovebite onto Kon's neck.
Kon keeps his head tilted back, gasping softly. He squeezes his hand around Jason's cock, then strokes up to rub his thumb firmly around the head. That makes Jason moan, and then he lightly scrapes his teeth against Kon's neck. Kon cries out, "Oh... oh, god... Jason, I--"
"Tell me what you want, tell me what to do... please, please..." Jason begs.
"Anything you want. I can't..." He groans, and strokes Jason harder. "Touch me?"
Jason's hands move from Kon's hair, petting down his chest before settling to the task of unfastening his pants and pushing them down with his boxers. He lets his fingertips teasingly trace the shaft of Kon's cock and rub lightly over the head, before he wraps his hand firmly around Kon and starts stroking.
Kon sobs at the light touch, his hips jerking forward into Jason's hand. "Ohgod, ohgod, please..." and he moans loudly when Jason start stroking him firmly, and rocks his hips shallowly into Jason's hand. He twists his own wrist a little, and keeps stroking Jason.
Jason voices another soft cry at that, "Oh! So good... oh god, Kon..." and keeps stroking him hard and fast, pressing another kiss to his mouth.
"Mmf!" Kon kisses back, then shifts his body so that he's lying more on top of Jason. He moves a little to press their cocks together and wraps his hand around them both, rocking his hips shallowly.
Jason cries out again, louder. He squeezes Kon's legs with his own, getting better leverage, and thrusts against him hard. "Oh, Kon," Jason sobs out, "Need you. Need more. Wanna feel you come..."
"I-- oh god," Kon gasps and then moans, thrusting back just as hard, "Yes, Jason." He whimpers, "Trust me? I wanna..."
"I trust you, I trust you..." Jason whispers, just before pressing another desperate kiss to Kon's mouth. Then he pulls away and sighs, "...anything... "
Kon kisses him back, and he wraps TTK around both their cocks, rippling it slowly as he keeps rocking his hips against Jason's. Jason moans loudly,
"Ohmygod. Ohmygod..." before he muffles another moan against Kon's chest.
Kon whimpers in response to Jason's moans, rolling his hips and stroking them harder and faster with the TTK. Jason goes incoherent for a while, breathlessly making soft, needy sounds and pushing his hips against Kon's. His hands are trembling slightly as he caresses Kon's shoulders and back. Kon kisses Jason again -- a few quick, hard kisses against Jason's mouth -- before before he pulls back and licks a line up Jason's throat, ending in a gentle scrape of his teeth across the pulse point. He keeps the TTK wrapped around them, keeps thrusting against Jason and moaning quietly.
Jason tries to return those kisses as best he can. When Kon scrapes his teeth against Jason's throat, Jason cries out softly and his hips jerk upward hard, then he pants for breath and slowly rolls his hips, moaning again as he does so. That makes Kon groan and bite Jason's throat again, a little harder this time -- then he licks over the same spot before murmuring, "O-oh god, Jason, you feel..."
"Mm?" Jason makes a soft, questioning noise, then says in a dazed voice, "Feels so good, Kon..."
Kon whimpers, "M'so close..." and lets the TTK ripple over them again.
Jason sobs with need, "Ohgod... So'm I..." and clings tighter to Kon's shoulders. He tips his head back, panting lightly, and says breathlessly, "...wanna come with you, come for you..."
Kon kisses up Jason's exposed throat, nips lightly at his earlobe, and whispers huskily, "Come for me, Jason..."
Jason catches his lower lip in his teeth and whimpers at that. He draws in a shaky breath and starts rocking his hips harder, faster...
Kon presses his face against Jason's throat, whimpering and panting against Jason's skin. "Jason...."
"Ohgod. Ohgod, Kon... I--" Jason wraps his arms tight around Kon, gasping for breath as his orgasm overtakes him, his whole body overcome with powerful shudders as the pleasure momentarily blots out all other thought.
When he feels Jason come, Kon cries out softly, his own hips jerking hard as he orgasms -- he relishes every motion of Jason's body beneath his, no matter how small, for the way it feels against his own sensitive flesh. Then Jason slides his fingers back into Kon's hair, tilting his head up so that he can kiss Kon deeply, a kiss that Kon returns with equal fervor until Jason has to pull back. Kon keeps petting lightly at Jason's sides, and smiles at Jason.
"Stay with me?"
Kon presses another quick kiss to Jason's lips. "Of course." He nuzzles Jason's chest, then glances back at him to meet his eyes again. "We should probably get cleaned up, though."
Jason wants to say 'I meant more than just tonight,' but he's scared that Kon doesn't, not realizing that Kon will happily take "stay" to mean "forever" if Jason lets him. Instead of anything that would imply scary commitment, Jason just nuzzles Kon back and goes, "Okay. I'm sure I can make it to th' bathroom..." Kon shakes his head, smiling fondly at Jason.
"You stay here, I've got it." He pushes the covers down off them, kisses Jason again, then zips off. He comes back with a damp flannel cloth, wipes them both clean, then disappears again briefly to toss it into the tub to wash later. When Kon gets back, he settles on the bed next to Jason, tangling their legs together and wrapping an arm around his waist.
Jason smiles at Kon and snuggles against his chest, briefly squeezing with his legs to make their contact a full-body hug. It's surprisingly easy for him to admit, "I'm glad you're here..."
Kon nuzzles Jason's hair affectionately. "So am I. I'm glad you want me here."
"Always want you with me." It doesn't seem possible for Jason to cuddle any closer, but he makes a sleepy, happy noise and gives it a try anyway.
"Oh..." Kon is surprised, but happy, to hear that. After a moment, he says, "Yeah, I... I'll always be with you."
"Good," Jason declares, pressing a kiss to Kon's neck. He's already drifting off when he mumbles, "Love you.."
Kon stops breathing again, just for a moment, shocked at the admission. But he manages to whisper, "I love you, too" while Jason is still awake enough to hear it, making the man smile just before he relaxes into satiated sleep.
Kon holds Jason close, and watches him sleep for a little while before drifting off himself.
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