Fic: What Makes the Man
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imasupermuteantTitle: What Makes the Man
Fandom: DCU
Pairings: Tim/Kon, Bart/Couture
Rating/Warnings: Rated NC-17 for gratuitous porn, genderswapping, and crossdressing
Word Count: 2591
Summary: The third and final fic in the series where Tim get's an accidental sex change and isn't particularly upset by it. In which Tim is kind of upset by his accidental sex change and Bart gets a new hobby. Sequel to Lady Pieces
Thursday:
"Robin."
"Yessir?" It's three a.m. and Tim's about to head in to bed. He's got the binder almost halfway off when Batman calls him back to the monitor. He's so used to the (unnatural) breasts by now that he doesn't even notice his shirtlessness is significant until Batman raises an imperious eyebrow at him.
Tim runs back for a T-shirt.
"I've been in contact with Zatanna and a few other magic users." Bruce says the word 'magic' like it's some kind of STD.
"And?"
"They'll have a spell prepared in four days."
Batman doesn't say 'congratulations' but it's heavily implied in the set of his jaw.
It's been months since Tim first broached the subject of his missing parts, months since Tim agreed to a probationary relationship with Superboy. Months since his unwanted sex change went from a mild inconvenience to a serious impediment. Celibate months.
Tim nearly dances up the stairs to his room. He doesn't. He's Robin. But it's a close call.
Friday:
"What are you doing?"
Bart spins around in surprise, nearly tripping on a six inch stiletto, before meeting Tim's eyes.
"It's not a what, It's a Versace." Bart tells him, twisting to show off the ribbon-and-gauze creation on his body, "Well, sort of. I made it myself but it looks just like something Versace showed this spring at the..."
Tim stops listening and turns to Cassie instead, "What is going on and why is Bart dressed like a french whore?"
Cassie sighs, "Well, you stopped dressing up for us, Mr. Butch, so we needed someone for fashion show night and Bart volunteered."
"Happily!" Bart chimes in, posing a little.
Tim raises and eyebrow. Then thinks a little on the subject and raises the other, "Since when is Bart a..."
"Metrosexual fashion-maven?" Cassie asks, "Apparently it was always in him waiting to come out."
"We don't have gender in the future!" Bart informs them cheerfully as he does a perfect catwalk past the couch.
"That's nice." Tim has a bit of a headache. He really should be limiting Bart's TV time, but it makes the kid so happy.
Tim still has some outstanding questions, however. He's not exactly the poster child for gender-conformity, but he still has to know.
"Why couldn't Cassie be your model?"
Bart rolls his eyes, "Cassie is the photographer. Keep up."
"Okay. Well, I thought you should know that I'm going back to being a boy on Monday."
"When did you stop?"
Tim leaves. Headed for the kitchen and (hopefully) sanity.
He finds Kon instead.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Ah, Young lust.
Kon's drinking a glass of milk and looking generally fuckable. Tim tries to keep his cool (as he always does around Kon) and thinks wistfully of the penis he still doesn't have.
"I've got some... news." Tim shuffles his feet a little in embarrassment. It's been hard, these past few months, dealing with Kon's attraction while constantly second guessing himself and his... him-ness.
"Nighwing's gay?"
"No. Well, sort of, but that's not the news."
"Batman's finally cracked and I can come visit your house without my balls shriveling up and dying?"
"No."
"Well, I'm out of ideas." Kon says with a shrug.
Tim rolls his eyes, "I'm getting my... problem fixed."
"What problem?"
"You know." Tim says with a vague gesture at his body, "My problem."
"Your clothes? You're gonna get naked? Well, I can't complain."
Tim inhales, "I'm getting a sex change-back."
"So." Kon says, "You're, like, going under the knife in a few days?"
Tim huffs, "I'm not going 'under the knife'... and yes."
Kon grins like he's had the greatest idea in the world, like he's just invented the telephone, "We should totally screw before that happens."
Something angry and cold (and familiar) takes up residence in Tim's chest, "What?!"
"Before you loose your girl parts. We should have sex."
"I... I can't believe you just said that."
Kon looks a little confused and Tim feels vindictive enough to think something mildly deprecating about his intelligence.
"Hey guys can I--" And suddenly Bart is in between them, wearing something that makes him look a little bit like the world's naughtiest secretary. If said naughty secretary wore Gucci. Tim spares a piece of his mind that isn't fuming to wonder at how Bart can go to super-speed in heels. "--Oooh, boy, looks like it's not all dandy in lovebird-land. I'll... see you later. Don'tkilleachotherbye!"
"Dude! Are you mad at me?"
Tim inhales, "I'll see you later."
"What?"
He's gone with a swirl of cape.
Saturday:
"This is kind of awkward." Gar points out for the third time. He's standing in the middle of the rec room with Cassie and Bart, watching Tim and Kon ignore each other.
Bart nods and tugs at the bottom of his skirt. It's part of a smokey gray business suit that Bart thinks should suit the somber feeling throughout tower. The effect is only slightly ruined by the fact that he's wearing a pair of bright red heels.
Somber occasion, yes, but really Bart's not about to sacrifice his shoes for Robin's mood.
"Nothing is awkward." Robin orders, "There isn't a problem."
From the other side of the room, Kon snorts.
"What?!" And there's that tense bat-voice that makes everyone in the room want to run for the hills.
"Well duh there's a problem." Kon says, "You've been mad at me since yesterday and I don't even know why!"
The three spectators watch as the verbal cannonball is volleyed between them. Bart runs to get popcorn and they share it between themselves as they watch.
"You don't know?"
"I don't know!" Kon tells him, "You're being such a girl about this."
"You... You..." A number of expressions flit across Tim's face before he settles on 'disturbingly blank'. "I'm not a girl Kon."
"I know!" Kon says, "You don't need to say it all the time."
"Apparently I do, since you seem so deeply attracted to my cunt!"
"And that's our cue to leave." Gar says as brightly as he can with two teammates looking like they're about to kill each other, or cry, "Who wants to put Bart in a bikini?"
"I do!" Bart says as they head out the door, leaving Tim and Kon alone with more bitter, angry silence.
There is a bitter, angry silence.
"Tim." Kon says quietly, moving in like he's going to hug Tim or something equally ill advised, "I'm seriously over the you being a dude thing. Like seriously over it. It's not a problem."
Tim's eyes narrow, "Except that you want to have sex before I turn back."
"Well, yeah." Kon tells him with a roll of his eyes, "I like your body. I like both of your bodies. I just thought, maybe we should celebrate it before it's gone for good?"
Tim inhales, slowly and surely, and thinks, "Let me think about it?"
"Sure thing, babe." Kon says, leaning in for that hug he had been wanting.
"Don't call me that."
"Sure thing, hot stuff."
"Don't call me that."
"Sure thing..."
Sunday
"Kon."
"Hey babe!"
"Don't call me--" Tim relaxes visibly, letting it go, "I've thought about it."
"What? You've... Oh! Oh."
"Let's do it."
"Uh..." Kon looks a little bit like he's been hit by a truck. Tim decides to give him a minute, "I mean, yes. Yes. Lets... uh..."
Tim rolls his eyes and grabs Kon by the shirt, dragging him towards Tim's room.
"Tim." Kon starts as they pause for Tim to open the door.
"Tim." He says again as Tim drags him inside and starts taking of his shirt.
"Are those your breasts-- I mean-- Tim!"
"Yes?" Tim says. He's stripped to the waist, his binder dropped to the floor with his shirt, his breasts draw Kon's eyes like magnets to other, extra strong, magnets.
"I-- You-- Are you sure."
"I'm sure." Tim says with all the confidence of Robin on a Mission, "Take off your clothes."
Kon's already stripping off his shirt before he thinks, and when he does think it's not particularly complicated because Tim has ninja-ed his way into Kon's personal space and is sliding his hands up Kon's chest.
"Guh."
"Yeah." Tim's breath is coming a little heavier and it's nice to hear Tim getting worked up because Kon was worried... Kon was worried--
"You don't think I'm pressuring you into this, right?" Kon asks, because he just remembered what he was worried about even though Tim is now sliding his tongue across Kon's chest.
"No." Tim breathes around one of Kon's nipples.
"Un... Well good." Kon says. And he really can't think to question Tim further because Tim is sucking on that nipple and tangling his fingers in the button of Kon's jeans.
"Wait!" Kon says just as Tim get the zipper down and thrusts his hand into Kon's boxers.
"Wait?" Tim asks. He squeezes a little and that is totally not fair at all.
"Dude." Kon pants, "Kiss me first."
"Oh." Tim says, "Yeah." And he leans in to give Kon what is possibly the most devastatingly sexy kiss in the history of teenage superheroes.
There's tongue involved, and the brush of Tim's ridiculously soft lips, and tongue.
And Tim's hand is still in Kon's pants, squeezing rhythmically in a way that makes Kon's knees want to buckle.
Tim exhales and pulls away from the kiss, his eyes opening in a tease of eyelashes.
"Get on the bed."
Kon leaps to obey, leaving his pants and boxers behind. He stretches out on the bed and turns back to see Tim watching him with contemplative eyes.
Tim, who is much more naked than he was before. More naked but not all-the-way naked because his lady bits are concealed by a dark black harness and a bright. blue. dildo.
"Uh..."
"Confused?" Tim asks as he stalks towards the bed, his stride move predatory than Kon had ever seen it outside of a fight.
Kon nods his head, eyes focused on the (blue!) dildo.
"I'm not exactly comfortable with me touching... what I've got right now, much less you." Tim tells him in that same time-for-sexing voice that makes Kon want to sit up and beg, "But I can certainly fuck you."
This is not the way Kon had expected things to go, not at all. And yet he can't tear his eyes away from Tim's replacement-cock, and the idea of Tim fucking him with that.
Kon's dick throbs.
"Are you okay with this?" Tim asks once he's close enough that Kon could touch him if he wasn't so paralyzed with lust.
"Yes." Kon breathes and then "Yes!" Because Tim has a hand (and where did the lube come from?) sliding from the base of his dick to his ass and it's cold and perfect.
Tim's breasts are in his face and they're nice (awesome) but all Kon can think about is Tim's cock (and when did it stop being the dildo and start being Tim's cock?) and how soon enough it's going to be in him.
"Fuck." Kon groans. There's a finger pressing into his hole and Tim's biting one of his nipples in a way that would be seriously painful to anyone who wasn't super.
"In a minute." Tim breathes.
"Fuck." There's two fingers and Kon can feel Tim plastic member against his thigh.
"I said--" Tim begins but Kon's got an agenda now and it isn't being followed.
"Fuck me." He says, because he's the boy of steel and he doesn't need the careful prep that is Tim's third finger. "Now."
"Uhn." Tim likes that enough that he presses, hard, against Kon's prostate and there's a minute where Kon doesn't even care that there's still a whole fucking to come.
And then it's there. Pressing against and into him and Kon can't help the low moan it squeezes out of him.
"Like that?" Tim pants. Kon can't really speak to the affirmative because he's too busy pushing himself down on Tim's cock and crushing the blankets in his hands.
"Fuck!" Is Kon's new favorite word.
Tim is panting, flushed, and so obviously turned on by all of this even though there's no nerves in the thick piece of plastic he's using to fuck Kon through the mattress. Kon isn't sure what's sexier, the hard push of the dildo or the fact that Tim is so very into it.
Tim is thrusting in earnest now, hitting Kon's prostate with every stroke and gods is Kon glad that the nice folks at Cadmus saw fit to give him one of those.
"Kon..." Tim whispers, leaning in to Kon's ear (and nearly folding Kon in half in the process) to lick at the shell of it as he gives three hard thrusts. "Come. Now."
And who is Kon to disagree when Tim's using a voice like that? He comes. Hard. Throwing his head back on the bed as white flashes across his vision and he might be yelling just a little.
"Good boy." Tim tells him as he pulls out and then, "Oh. I'm wet."
Kon's head shoots up to see Tim unbuckling the harness and reaching down to touch his... his...
"That is so hot. I don't even." Kon mumbles past the post-orgasmic fog.
Tim's got that 'I'm going to freak out' look on his face but it's being mitigated by the 'I'm really aroused' look so Kon figures that he should take his chance.
He's off the bed and on his knees in front of Tim in a flash, looking up at Tim's slightly-freaked face with as much seriousness as he can muster.
"I'm gay." He says, "Really, really, gay for you. Definitely."
"Uhh..." Tim's eyes are glazed over.
"That said." Kon continues, "I'd like to eat you out."
"Uhh..." Tim blinks.
"Say yes." Kon tells him.
"Yes." No one in the room is exactly sure why Tim agreed, but Kon is too busy leaning down and licking across Tim's clitoris to think about it.
"Oh." Tim says. His eyes go wide as Kon moves even lower to slide his tongue across Tim's labia and in for a minute to explore that unique flavor and then back to flick over Tim's clit.
"Oh."
"Mmmph." Kon replies, smiling as he moves his tongue faster.
"Kon!" Tim gasps as Kon slips a finger into his pussy, fucking and licking in two separate rhythms.
Just a scrape of teeth and Tim comes, clenching around Kon's finger and digging his fingers into Kon's shoulders.
"Yep." Kon says, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand, "definitely gay."
Tim punches him in the shoulder and takes him back to the bed.
Monday:
Zatanna is waiting for Tim when he beams into the watchtower that morning, Batman behind him with a heavy hand on his shoulder and he can't help but bounce a little in nervous excitement.
"This should be quick." Zatanna tells him, leading him to a bed in the med-lab. "Just lay back and think of something relaxing."
Tim thinks of his friends, waiting for him back at the tower with a cake and a sign that reads "Happy New Cock, Tim!" in big red letters. He thinks of Bart's brand new Lady Gaga inspired space-dress. He thinks of Kon and the slow, sweet kisses they shared last night and the way Kon's hand had ghosted across his nipples and his lips.
Everything fades to white, and Tim falls asleep knowing that when he wakes up he'll be himself again.
Not that he was anyone else to begin with.
SRSLY THE END THIS TIME
Fandom: DCU
Pairings: Tim/Kon, Bart/Couture
Rating/Warnings: Rated NC-17 for gratuitous porn, genderswapping, and crossdressing
Word Count: 2591
Summary: The third and final fic in the series where Tim get's an accidental sex change and isn't particularly upset by it. In which Tim is kind of upset by his accidental sex change and Bart gets a new hobby. Sequel to Lady Pieces
Thursday:
"Robin."
"Yessir?" It's three a.m. and Tim's about to head in to bed. He's got the binder almost halfway off when Batman calls him back to the monitor. He's so used to the (unnatural) breasts by now that he doesn't even notice his shirtlessness is significant until Batman raises an imperious eyebrow at him.
Tim runs back for a T-shirt.
"I've been in contact with Zatanna and a few other magic users." Bruce says the word 'magic' like it's some kind of STD.
"And?"
"They'll have a spell prepared in four days."
Batman doesn't say 'congratulations' but it's heavily implied in the set of his jaw.
It's been months since Tim first broached the subject of his missing parts, months since Tim agreed to a probationary relationship with Superboy. Months since his unwanted sex change went from a mild inconvenience to a serious impediment. Celibate months.
Tim nearly dances up the stairs to his room. He doesn't. He's Robin. But it's a close call.
Friday:
"What are you doing?"
Bart spins around in surprise, nearly tripping on a six inch stiletto, before meeting Tim's eyes.
"It's not a what, It's a Versace." Bart tells him, twisting to show off the ribbon-and-gauze creation on his body, "Well, sort of. I made it myself but it looks just like something Versace showed this spring at the..."
Tim stops listening and turns to Cassie instead, "What is going on and why is Bart dressed like a french whore?"
Cassie sighs, "Well, you stopped dressing up for us, Mr. Butch, so we needed someone for fashion show night and Bart volunteered."
"Happily!" Bart chimes in, posing a little.
Tim raises and eyebrow. Then thinks a little on the subject and raises the other, "Since when is Bart a..."
"Metrosexual fashion-maven?" Cassie asks, "Apparently it was always in him waiting to come out."
"We don't have gender in the future!" Bart informs them cheerfully as he does a perfect catwalk past the couch.
"That's nice." Tim has a bit of a headache. He really should be limiting Bart's TV time, but it makes the kid so happy.
Tim still has some outstanding questions, however. He's not exactly the poster child for gender-conformity, but he still has to know.
"Why couldn't Cassie be your model?"
Bart rolls his eyes, "Cassie is the photographer. Keep up."
"Okay. Well, I thought you should know that I'm going back to being a boy on Monday."
"When did you stop?"
Tim leaves. Headed for the kitchen and (hopefully) sanity.
He finds Kon instead.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Ah, Young lust.
Kon's drinking a glass of milk and looking generally fuckable. Tim tries to keep his cool (as he always does around Kon) and thinks wistfully of the penis he still doesn't have.
"I've got some... news." Tim shuffles his feet a little in embarrassment. It's been hard, these past few months, dealing with Kon's attraction while constantly second guessing himself and his... him-ness.
"Nighwing's gay?"
"No. Well, sort of, but that's not the news."
"Batman's finally cracked and I can come visit your house without my balls shriveling up and dying?"
"No."
"Well, I'm out of ideas." Kon says with a shrug.
Tim rolls his eyes, "I'm getting my... problem fixed."
"What problem?"
"You know." Tim says with a vague gesture at his body, "My problem."
"Your clothes? You're gonna get naked? Well, I can't complain."
Tim inhales, "I'm getting a sex change-back."
"So." Kon says, "You're, like, going under the knife in a few days?"
Tim huffs, "I'm not going 'under the knife'... and yes."
Kon grins like he's had the greatest idea in the world, like he's just invented the telephone, "We should totally screw before that happens."
Something angry and cold (and familiar) takes up residence in Tim's chest, "What?!"
"Before you loose your girl parts. We should have sex."
"I... I can't believe you just said that."
Kon looks a little confused and Tim feels vindictive enough to think something mildly deprecating about his intelligence.
"Hey guys can I--" And suddenly Bart is in between them, wearing something that makes him look a little bit like the world's naughtiest secretary. If said naughty secretary wore Gucci. Tim spares a piece of his mind that isn't fuming to wonder at how Bart can go to super-speed in heels. "--Oooh, boy, looks like it's not all dandy in lovebird-land. I'll... see you later. Don'tkilleachotherbye!"
"Dude! Are you mad at me?"
Tim inhales, "I'll see you later."
"What?"
He's gone with a swirl of cape.
Saturday:
"This is kind of awkward." Gar points out for the third time. He's standing in the middle of the rec room with Cassie and Bart, watching Tim and Kon ignore each other.
Bart nods and tugs at the bottom of his skirt. It's part of a smokey gray business suit that Bart thinks should suit the somber feeling throughout tower. The effect is only slightly ruined by the fact that he's wearing a pair of bright red heels.
Somber occasion, yes, but really Bart's not about to sacrifice his shoes for Robin's mood.
"Nothing is awkward." Robin orders, "There isn't a problem."
From the other side of the room, Kon snorts.
"What?!" And there's that tense bat-voice that makes everyone in the room want to run for the hills.
"Well duh there's a problem." Kon says, "You've been mad at me since yesterday and I don't even know why!"
The three spectators watch as the verbal cannonball is volleyed between them. Bart runs to get popcorn and they share it between themselves as they watch.
"You don't know?"
"I don't know!" Kon tells him, "You're being such a girl about this."
"You... You..." A number of expressions flit across Tim's face before he settles on 'disturbingly blank'. "I'm not a girl Kon."
"I know!" Kon says, "You don't need to say it all the time."
"Apparently I do, since you seem so deeply attracted to my cunt!"
"And that's our cue to leave." Gar says as brightly as he can with two teammates looking like they're about to kill each other, or cry, "Who wants to put Bart in a bikini?"
"I do!" Bart says as they head out the door, leaving Tim and Kon alone with more bitter, angry silence.
There is a bitter, angry silence.
"Tim." Kon says quietly, moving in like he's going to hug Tim or something equally ill advised, "I'm seriously over the you being a dude thing. Like seriously over it. It's not a problem."
Tim's eyes narrow, "Except that you want to have sex before I turn back."
"Well, yeah." Kon tells him with a roll of his eyes, "I like your body. I like both of your bodies. I just thought, maybe we should celebrate it before it's gone for good?"
Tim inhales, slowly and surely, and thinks, "Let me think about it?"
"Sure thing, babe." Kon says, leaning in for that hug he had been wanting.
"Don't call me that."
"Sure thing, hot stuff."
"Don't call me that."
"Sure thing..."
Sunday
"Kon."
"Hey babe!"
"Don't call me--" Tim relaxes visibly, letting it go, "I've thought about it."
"What? You've... Oh! Oh."
"Let's do it."
"Uh..." Kon looks a little bit like he's been hit by a truck. Tim decides to give him a minute, "I mean, yes. Yes. Lets... uh..."
Tim rolls his eyes and grabs Kon by the shirt, dragging him towards Tim's room.
"Tim." Kon starts as they pause for Tim to open the door.
"Tim." He says again as Tim drags him inside and starts taking of his shirt.
"Are those your breasts-- I mean-- Tim!"
"Yes?" Tim says. He's stripped to the waist, his binder dropped to the floor with his shirt, his breasts draw Kon's eyes like magnets to other, extra strong, magnets.
"I-- You-- Are you sure."
"I'm sure." Tim says with all the confidence of Robin on a Mission, "Take off your clothes."
Kon's already stripping off his shirt before he thinks, and when he does think it's not particularly complicated because Tim has ninja-ed his way into Kon's personal space and is sliding his hands up Kon's chest.
"Guh."
"Yeah." Tim's breath is coming a little heavier and it's nice to hear Tim getting worked up because Kon was worried... Kon was worried--
"You don't think I'm pressuring you into this, right?" Kon asks, because he just remembered what he was worried about even though Tim is now sliding his tongue across Kon's chest.
"No." Tim breathes around one of Kon's nipples.
"Un... Well good." Kon says. And he really can't think to question Tim further because Tim is sucking on that nipple and tangling his fingers in the button of Kon's jeans.
"Wait!" Kon says just as Tim get the zipper down and thrusts his hand into Kon's boxers.
"Wait?" Tim asks. He squeezes a little and that is totally not fair at all.
"Dude." Kon pants, "Kiss me first."
"Oh." Tim says, "Yeah." And he leans in to give Kon what is possibly the most devastatingly sexy kiss in the history of teenage superheroes.
There's tongue involved, and the brush of Tim's ridiculously soft lips, and tongue.
And Tim's hand is still in Kon's pants, squeezing rhythmically in a way that makes Kon's knees want to buckle.
Tim exhales and pulls away from the kiss, his eyes opening in a tease of eyelashes.
"Get on the bed."
Kon leaps to obey, leaving his pants and boxers behind. He stretches out on the bed and turns back to see Tim watching him with contemplative eyes.
Tim, who is much more naked than he was before. More naked but not all-the-way naked because his lady bits are concealed by a dark black harness and a bright. blue. dildo.
"Uh..."
"Confused?" Tim asks as he stalks towards the bed, his stride move predatory than Kon had ever seen it outside of a fight.
Kon nods his head, eyes focused on the (blue!) dildo.
"I'm not exactly comfortable with me touching... what I've got right now, much less you." Tim tells him in that same time-for-sexing voice that makes Kon want to sit up and beg, "But I can certainly fuck you."
This is not the way Kon had expected things to go, not at all. And yet he can't tear his eyes away from Tim's replacement-cock, and the idea of Tim fucking him with that.
Kon's dick throbs.
"Are you okay with this?" Tim asks once he's close enough that Kon could touch him if he wasn't so paralyzed with lust.
"Yes." Kon breathes and then "Yes!" Because Tim has a hand (and where did the lube come from?) sliding from the base of his dick to his ass and it's cold and perfect.
Tim's breasts are in his face and they're nice (awesome) but all Kon can think about is Tim's cock (and when did it stop being the dildo and start being Tim's cock?) and how soon enough it's going to be in him.
"Fuck." Kon groans. There's a finger pressing into his hole and Tim's biting one of his nipples in a way that would be seriously painful to anyone who wasn't super.
"In a minute." Tim breathes.
"Fuck." There's two fingers and Kon can feel Tim plastic member against his thigh.
"I said--" Tim begins but Kon's got an agenda now and it isn't being followed.
"Fuck me." He says, because he's the boy of steel and he doesn't need the careful prep that is Tim's third finger. "Now."
"Uhn." Tim likes that enough that he presses, hard, against Kon's prostate and there's a minute where Kon doesn't even care that there's still a whole fucking to come.
And then it's there. Pressing against and into him and Kon can't help the low moan it squeezes out of him.
"Like that?" Tim pants. Kon can't really speak to the affirmative because he's too busy pushing himself down on Tim's cock and crushing the blankets in his hands.
"Fuck!" Is Kon's new favorite word.
Tim is panting, flushed, and so obviously turned on by all of this even though there's no nerves in the thick piece of plastic he's using to fuck Kon through the mattress. Kon isn't sure what's sexier, the hard push of the dildo or the fact that Tim is so very into it.
Tim is thrusting in earnest now, hitting Kon's prostate with every stroke and gods is Kon glad that the nice folks at Cadmus saw fit to give him one of those.
"Kon..." Tim whispers, leaning in to Kon's ear (and nearly folding Kon in half in the process) to lick at the shell of it as he gives three hard thrusts. "Come. Now."
And who is Kon to disagree when Tim's using a voice like that? He comes. Hard. Throwing his head back on the bed as white flashes across his vision and he might be yelling just a little.
"Good boy." Tim tells him as he pulls out and then, "Oh. I'm wet."
Kon's head shoots up to see Tim unbuckling the harness and reaching down to touch his... his...
"That is so hot. I don't even." Kon mumbles past the post-orgasmic fog.
Tim's got that 'I'm going to freak out' look on his face but it's being mitigated by the 'I'm really aroused' look so Kon figures that he should take his chance.
He's off the bed and on his knees in front of Tim in a flash, looking up at Tim's slightly-freaked face with as much seriousness as he can muster.
"I'm gay." He says, "Really, really, gay for you. Definitely."
"Uhh..." Tim's eyes are glazed over.
"That said." Kon continues, "I'd like to eat you out."
"Uhh..." Tim blinks.
"Say yes." Kon tells him.
"Yes." No one in the room is exactly sure why Tim agreed, but Kon is too busy leaning down and licking across Tim's clitoris to think about it.
"Oh." Tim says. His eyes go wide as Kon moves even lower to slide his tongue across Tim's labia and in for a minute to explore that unique flavor and then back to flick over Tim's clit.
"Oh."
"Mmmph." Kon replies, smiling as he moves his tongue faster.
"Kon!" Tim gasps as Kon slips a finger into his pussy, fucking and licking in two separate rhythms.
Just a scrape of teeth and Tim comes, clenching around Kon's finger and digging his fingers into Kon's shoulders.
"Yep." Kon says, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand, "definitely gay."
Tim punches him in the shoulder and takes him back to the bed.
Monday:
Zatanna is waiting for Tim when he beams into the watchtower that morning, Batman behind him with a heavy hand on his shoulder and he can't help but bounce a little in nervous excitement.
"This should be quick." Zatanna tells him, leading him to a bed in the med-lab. "Just lay back and think of something relaxing."
Tim thinks of his friends, waiting for him back at the tower with a cake and a sign that reads "Happy New Cock, Tim!" in big red letters. He thinks of Bart's brand new Lady Gaga inspired space-dress. He thinks of Kon and the slow, sweet kisses they shared last night and the way Kon's hand had ghosted across his nipples and his lips.
Everything fades to white, and Tim falls asleep knowing that when he wakes up he'll be himself again.
Not that he was anyone else to begin with.
SRSLY THE END THIS TIME
Re: Finally Got Them Uploaded!
on 2012-02-14 01:31 am (UTC)Holy. Fuck.
I was just sitting there and thinking to myself how much I missed Bart and how I should just finish all of those fic of him that I started and then I logged into DW and saw this. THIS.
It's a thing of beauty and a wonderful surprise. I'm ecstatic.
Re: Finally Got Them Uploaded!
on 2012-02-14 03:27 am (UTC)