Lights: Part 2
Lights by romyville/standchen(ville)
Tim/Kon
Rating: PG???
Notes: Soooop, here’s this. Enjoy. (There should be one more part but I only have like a page of it written so faar. It’s going to be shortish but not quite that short).
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He wasn’t really sure what his plan had been, but this certainly had not been it.
They were taking turns glancing guilty out of the corner of their eyes at each other. Except for Tim double-checking Kon’s order (black, as always) and a mumbled apology from Kon for sitting on Tim’s hand as they slid into the little corner booth of their usual cafe, they hadn’t made much in the way of conversation.
This was stupid. He should be able to talk to his best friend.
“I–” Tim said.
“We–” Kon started.
Tim chuckled a little frantically, “Look, I can explain, I–”
“No, Tim. There’s nothing to explain.” he said sternly.
Suddenly, he felt confident in what he wanted to say and it all seemed to sort of rush out.
“There’s no reason for you to be ashamed about this. It’s perfectly normal, and it’s something that’s a part of you. And if anybody can’t accept that, then they can go fuck themselves. I certainly have no problem with it. I mean, am I a littled surprised you didn’t tell me? Sure! But do I understand? Yeah! I mean I have no problem shooting my mouth off, but you’ve always been more reserved, and that you’ve waited this long, I get it, Rob, I really do. And I just wanted you to know, there’s no problem here. None at all. I say good for you!”
“O…kay?” Tim said as Kon patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. He looked…well, fuck if Kon knew. He was being cryptic tonight.
He forged ahead, “And the other thing. This guy, whoever he is – he doesn’t deserve you. He’s an asshole. Forget about him. Yes, I know I don’t know him, whatever. He’s an asshole. I can just tell. The way you were talking about him, I mean, he would never forgive you? Tim–”
“Kon.” Tim interjected.
“No, Tim, this is important. Really,” Kon continued. “I know that you’re messed up about it right now, but you need to listen to me, I’m your best friend, I’m only looking out fo–“
“Kon,” Tim said more loudly, breaking off his stream of babble, “I was talking about you.”
What.
He couldn’t breathe. He was vaguely aware of some sort of unintelligible sound coming out of his mouth, but other than that he was frozen to the spot.
“I thought you knew,” Tim said with a humorless chuckle, “That was the reason I came here with you tonight. I thought…”
He raised his hands in front of him, palms up, almost grasping at the air. He blew out a breath.
“I have no idea what I thought.”
When Kon failed to reply – it wasn’t that he didn’t want to … to do something, anything, to make this a little bit better, but he couldn’t, his jaw had snapped shut and didn’t seem to be able to open anymore – he went on.
“I mean, I didn’t think you … you know … nothing like that,” he said hurriedly, “I just, I…”
He stuttered to a standstill, not seeming able to continue. Actually, considering the circumstances, he was doing quite well. He was just staring into his coffee, stirring it resignedly.
Kon, on the other hand seemed to be having some sort of vaguely epileptic fit on the inside of his body. His muscles were twitching all over the place, his heart beating so hard it actually hurt. His blood felt like it was on fire.
“I… ” Kon tried. “It’s not that I… I just… I never thought about you like that, I–”
Tim stood suddenly. “Look,” he said, “I understand. You don’t see me that way. That’s understandable, why would you? It’s me that’s the problem.”
Kon tried to interject, but Tim continued on quickly, “I know that you’re probably freaked out, and this is probably too much to even expect, but I just really don’t want anything to change between us. This is my thing. You don’t have to worry about it. I just… I just need some time, and… and it’ll be fine. Back to normal.”
“Look, Tim–” Kon started again but Tim cut him off, which was lucky because he had no fucking clue what was about to come out of his mouth.
“I really do have to be getting back,” he said, already walking away from the booth. He took a quick last glance over his shoulder. “Still on the clock, you know. I’m sorry. For everything.”
Fuck.
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Back to normal.
What did that mean? Could that even happen?
Tim’s plan was just to avoid him for a while and hope to suddenly snap out of it? Kon didn’t have a huge amount of experience with the love thing, but he was pretty sure it didn’t work that way.
And anyway. Did … did he really want it to? He wasn’t so sure.
He had two options. As far as he could see.
One: he could do nothing. He could let Tim work it out himself and hope everything got settled and went back to normal and they were best friends again. Tim would move on. Kon would continue to do what he had always done.
Tim would find someone else to love.
But see, that, that right there, that … wasn’t alright with him. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone else touching Tim. The thought of Tim being in love with some mysterious guy earlier tonight had burned his blood. He loved Tim. He’d always known that. They were best friends. They were teammates. They’d saved each other’s hides more than twice-over. They had something. He just … he hadn’t thought of Tim in this way because … well because he just hadn’t thought of it. It wasn’t like he was lacking in the romantic partners department.
But now he was thinking about it.
And it kind of… it kind of made more sense than anything else in the world.
What they had, it was different from the usually best-buds, punch-on-the-shoulder, let’s-go-watch-some-football-and-be-manly-while-staying-a-reasonable-physical-distance-from-each-other sort of friendship. He’d always known that, and it had never bothered him. They had something deeper, something more … intimate. He just … he had never thought about turning that intimacy into a romantic relationship. Just now, he couldn’t really figure out why.
And obviously, he had some sort of jealousy issues about Tim dating anyone else ever that he didn’t really want to analyse. So.
That left him with option two.
He was going to do something about it.
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Tim was back at home. Apparently, he’d cut his patrol short tonight. Kon had had a feeling he might. Lucky for him.
He was sitting up at the edge of his bed, back toward Kon.
Kon watched him for a second, but he didn’t move. He tapped on the window, feeling like a bit of a creeper.
Tim jumped, just slightly. He paused for just long enough that Kon was a little worried he wouldn’t let him in, but finally turned around. His face didn’t register any surprise at who was looking back at him.
He didn’t look good. He was a little … puffy. Had he been crying again? He walked to the window slowly, and slid it open in one swift motion. Without acknowledging Kon, he walked back and sat down on his bed.
Kon sat down beside him.
After a few moments of silence, he heard Tim ask quietly, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry. I know you said you needed space and everything, but, well … I was thinking about, you know, everything, and I just … well I wanted to say that you were wrong.”
Tim looked up at him finally. That was a start. “What?”
“You were wrong,” he said again. “I could never hate you.”
And before Tim could speak, Kon brushed his lips against Tim’s.
Kon heard a muffled gasp, but refused to break the kiss. He didn’t know if he could. He licked Tim’s bottom lip and teased it softly with his teeth.
Hesitantly, Tim started reciprocating. Tim’s hands found their way into his hair, fingernails digging against his scalp. He made another sound, this time a moan. Kon wrapped his arms around Tim’s waist and edged his way into his mouth, exploring, tasting. He sucked on his tongue.
Tim broke off the kiss suddenly with a ragged gasp. “Kon– I … what,” he steadied himself, breathing heavily, eyes slightly unfocused, “Can we … talk about this … for a second?”
Kon licked his lips. Why exactly hadn’t they done this before? “Talk about what?” he said distractedly, staring intently at Tim’s bottom lip. It was slightly swollen now, just calling out to him, like an invitation. He leaned in slighly.
And met Tim’s hand smorshing his face.
Well. He guessed that would have to wait…
“About this, Kon!” Tim said, somewhat frantically. “What are we doing right now?”
Kon rested his chin on Tim’s shoulder and stroked his hip bone contemplatively. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“Yeah,” said Tim, pulling away as much as Kon would let him – which was not very much, “But it’s not what you wanted. At least not an hour ago. What the hell, man.”
“Well … it’s like I said. I thought about it. And I think we should give it a whirl,” he grinned that winning Superboy grin.
Tim sputtered. “You think we should give it a whirl?”
Oops.
He looked angry now.
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Yes smorsh is a word, fuck da police~
Expect part three (final part) ummmmmm sometime…. at some point….. in…. time…. after this?
<3
Lights: Part 1
Lights by romyville/standchen(ville)
Tim/Kon
Summary: It was the uniform that did it. Really, who could resist spandex and leather?
Rating: Uhh…E for Everyone? Iunno this is really tame, srry.
Notes: This is basically my first finished story of any kind in my entire life, so don’t judge me too harshlyy (or do, it’s okay, it’ll make me stronger *weep*). And uhhh…
The title is basically entirely because I was listening to the song of the same name on repeat almost the entire time I was writing this, lmao. Listen to it, it’s lovely.
Oh! This is dedicated entirely to my lovely Hayley without whom this story would not have been written oh god I hope I’m not besmirching your name too bad BB I’m sorry it’s alright if you disown me after this~
Btw, I am having huge amounts of trouble figuring out when the hell this takes place, it basically mixes facts from different eras together, but that’s fiiinee~ Let’s just say it takes place sometime during YJ or something.
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“…just have to think about this in the most logical way, I guess. I mean, really Tim, I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”
Bingo, Kon thought, turning lazily in the direction of Dick’s voice. Tim was somewhere on the East side on Gotham. More than likely crouched on top of some rooftop. But what was he doing with Dick? Maybe they’d met up by chance on patrol. He sighed. The view of Gotham wasn’t exactly a cheery sight, but if they were going to be nerding it out with logical conversation over some mission, he was going to take his sweet time getting across the city to them.
He wasn’t here on business anyway, he was just bored. He’d called up Bart, but he was hanging out with some girl or something (and no, Kon couldn’t come anyway – he’d asked). So, Gotham it was. He knew Tim wouldn’t willingly stop patrolling just to spend time with him, but he figured if it was a slow night, and if he nagged him incessantly, maybe, just maybe, they could grab a coffee or something. Life in Smallville was getting to him. He just needed some sort of company that wasn’t his family or a flying dog.
He tuned out and took in the sights and sounds of Gotham. Knowing this town, there was bound to be a quick mugging or something he could foil. He flew down toward the street spread out his senses.
Even at night, the city was alive. It wasn’t like Metropolis, though. In Metropolis, the night could only be described as … loud. There were parties and clubs and wasted people shouting in the streets. It was annoying, at best, and he hated it when he was trying to actually find something or solve something or … think.
But here … here it was just unnerving. There was too much silence to think.
He could tell it was crawling with life, he could sense it moving and breathing, but it was doing it so, so quietly, like everyone was trying not to be seen, tip-toeing in the shadows and carrying out their dastardly schemes. It reminded him of a snake slithering through leaves just waiting for that moment that you put your foot down to pop out and strike.
He shuddered, and was about to head toward Dick and Tim anyway, when he spotted a flash of yellow. No, blonde. He grinned.
She was a young woman, maybe a little older than him, stalking quickly down the street with several grocery bags in her hand. A girl like that, she really could get in trouble in a place like this. He ought to help. It was really his duty, I mean, it would be negligent not to go walk her home. What kind of hero would he be?
“Need a hand with those?” he asked, donning his most winning Superboy-smile.
She seemed startled – but interested, smiling coyly up at him. It was the uniform that did it. Really, who could resist spandex and leather?
“Well,” she said, batting her eyelashes ever-so-slightly, “If it’s not too much trouble…”
“No trouble at all,” he said smoothly, leaning in to grab the bags “In fact, I can pretty much make them carry themselves. See, with my tactile telekine–”
He broke off. That was funny. It sounded like he heard his name … his real name. Had Tim said it? He tuned back into the direction they’d been in.
“… you should try, at least,” Dick said. “I think it’s important.”
“I don’t know,” Tim responded, “I feel like it’s pretty awful to try to categorize things like this, but then again I…”
Kon started to tune out again. Nothing interesting there, and Blondie was starting to raise an eyebrow at him. But then–
“…it’s not that I like his hair, or his clothes, or anything. In fact,” Tim said, sounding a little contemplative, “On anyone else, really, they would be pretty repulsive. Its just … him. I like him. A lot.”
Wait what. They … that was definitely not mission-talk. It sounded like … Tim was … Tim was what? He didn’t know if he’d ever heard that tone in his voice. He actually seemed sort of … bashful? Ashamed? He had a sudden urge to figure it out.
Kon had to strain to hear.
Unconsciously he floated in their direction a few metres before–
“Hey!” The girl was running after him, “You’re going in the wrong direction!”
He snapped back to reality. “Oh, uh, look. I’m sorry. I actually need to be somewhere. Hero business, you know?”
Her eyebrow raised much further than before, but somehow seemed to dip even deeper toward the middle of her face. Funny, that.
He gave her a bashful grin. “Sorry, you’re right. May I?”
She barely had time to be confused before he scooped her and her bags up, bridal style, and was off in the direction she’d been walking.
It must have been a personal record, because between getting her address, trying to fend off her advances, and having to stop a mugging on the way after all, to boot, he was twenty metres away from Tim and Dick in less than forty-seven seconds.
He crouched behind an air vent on an adjacent building and concentrated the hardest he probably ever had. His senses zeroed in.
Tim’s voice rang crystal clear, “I just… He just… He’s all I can think about, you know? And I know that it’s not right and I know that he would hate me for it, I mean how could he not?”
He was getting choked up, Kon had almost never heard him like this, not unless someone’s life was at stake or someone had died or … well that was actually the only time he’d ever really heard him this emotional.
“And I just… I know all of that stuff but I just can’t make it stop Dick, I don’t know how to make it stop,” Tim continued desperately, choking back a sob.
Kon didn’t know what the hell was going on. What was he talking about? Why was he practically crying? Should he go over there? Should he leave?
As soon as the thought occurred to him, he felt his stomach sink in disgust.
What was wrong with him? He was spying on his best friend and his brother having an intimate conversation, and his best friend was crying and he would very probably not take kindly to him listening in like some stalker and he was just crouched her behind a fucking air vent and…
Yet.
He found himself rooted to the spot. He … he would go. Soon. He would, he just … he just needed to know what was wrong. He couldn’t stand to hear Tim like this. He just needed to know what it was and then he could try to fix it because that was what Superboys did.
“Do you love him?” Dick asked blankly.
“Of course I do,” Tim said, “Obviously.”
“Are you in love with him?” he asked pointedly.
“I…” Tim said quietly, hiccoughing a little. “I don’t know.”
Kon couldn’t breathe. What? Were they–? Was he–?
Was Tim gay?
It hit him like a punch in the stomach.
It wasn’t… it wasn’t that he had anything against gay people or anything, obviously. Heck, he’d had his fair share of homoerotic experiences, he was an experimental guy. But how … how could he not know, something this important about his best friend? Why wouldn’t he have told him?
He felt angry. Not … specifically about anything, not that he was gay, not that he hadn’t told him, not really, he was just … angry.
He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to think. So he just … listened.
He could hear Tim sobbing very quietly. A foot step, a rustle of cloth. Dick was hugging him. Patting his back.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he murmured.
“I know,” Tim said thickly, chuckling, “That’s the point, I know it’s stupid, I know I’ll get over it, I know I’m just some stupid boy with a crush but it really does feel like…”
“Hm?”
“Well it feels like the end of the world,” he laughed openly, now, still sniffling a bit.
Dick chuckled with him. “Well, yup, that sounds about right. Love is pretty awesome, huh?”
Kon shuffled a little. For the first time it occurred to him. Who the hell was Tim talking about? Someone from school, maybe? It had to be. It couldn’t be any of the guys they knew, they were all just … just too…
He felt angry again. Why was this making him so angry?
“You know,” Dick continued, “I really wouldn’t discount just outright telling him. I mean, you never know … it could all work out.”
Tim paused. “What … you can’t be serious?” He scowled that scowl he always used when he was unimpressed. Kon couldn’t see, but he knew. He’d been on the recieving end of it a few times himself.
“Well, you’re going to have to face it sooner or later, kid,” he said, “Might as well be sooner.”
“I think I’ll stick with later, if that’s all right with you,” Tim said sarcastically. That was more like it. More like Tim.
“I’m afraid you’re not really going to have a choice sooner or later, Tim,” Dick said annoyingly.
What was he getting at?
“What are you getting at?” Tim asked, annoyed as Kon was.
“Well, only that your best friend is crouched behind that air vent just across the way there, and I feel like he’s probably heard everything we’ve said,” Dick said, “You know, super senses and all.”
Kon could have kicked himself. Or thrown himself off the building. You know, whatever.
Of course he had seen him. He was Nightwing for god’s sake.
Tim made a choking noise and spun in his direction. Kon felt like the biggest asshole in the world. He stood up straight and have a guilty little wave, not really looking at Tim’s face.
“Well,” said Nightwing, “I guess this is as good a time as any to cut this chat short. I’ll go patrol a little. You … just. Talk to your friend.”
And with that he was darting away, hopping onto an adjacent rooftop and disappearing from sight. Tim was staring at Kon, and he forced himself to look back at him. He couldn’t really figure out his expression. He didn’t think he looked angry, specifically, which had to be a good sign. But he just looked, kind of … sad?
Kon cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted over the din of traffic coming from the space below them.
“Coffee?”
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Okay sorry nothing really happened so far uhhh part two coming up in like a few minutes just gotta fix crap. <3<3
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