Fic: Patience is a virtue

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Title: Patience is a virtue

Rating: I’ll say NC 17, but it’s probably lower

Summary: I kept thinking that in most Tim isn’t the one making the first move. I saw no reason why he shouldn’t, and this fic kinda came from there. I’m aware it’s about two months late, what can I say, my muse is slow?
Warning: Slash and masturbation
Pairing: Tim/Kon

Written for: Tim’s first time challenge.

Author’s notes: Set in my Renegade Universe, but you don’t have to have read that for this to make sense. All you need to know is that Jason is alive (Dick isn’t). Also, I'm female so processes described work a little differently for me, so sorry if I've got anything wrong.

 

Tim was in a bad mood.

Patrol had gone badly, a thug had managed to get a couple of good hits, and he had almost gone over the edge of a roof. Bruce had been furious and had yelled at him for over an hour.

Which meant he was late for a |Titan’s meeting, one that had already been rescheduled three times. Jason was less than amused, and had said so, and he was in such a foul mood already that he had bitten Jason’s head off and then stormed off to take the shower he should have taken at the end of Patrol.

Sighing, he leant back against the wall of the shower.

He might as well admit it, even if only in the privacy of his own head. He wasn’t mad at Jason, or even at Bruce. The fact was he had been distracted recently. And the subject of this distraction wasn’t something he was comfortable talking about to Jason, or-god forbid-Bruce.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think they’d understand, indeed Bruce would probably understand only too well, it was that…well he didn’t think they could or would help, especially as the problem concerned Superboy, also known as Kon-El and Connor Clark

They had been going out for nearly year, a long time by any one’s standards, but virtually unheard of in the hormone crazed sessions of the Titans-Well, with the exception of Jason and Marie, but those two defied all attempts at explanation-and during that whole time, they had never gone further than kissing. Well and a little holding after missions.

The irritating thing was that if anyone ever found out, they’d assume it was Tim’s choice, and that Kon was going along with it, cos he loved him, respected him, ect, ect.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t true. Tim would have been more than happy to take things to the next level, hell even to go all the way, but every time he tried, Kon pushed him off.

He groaned, leaning against the wall. He knew he had to be patient, and respect Kon enough to wait until he was ready, but it was so frustrating.

He’d never understood what Bruce and Jason meant by their jokes of Supers not leading a whole lot to the imagination, until he was confronted with Kon in costume, Kon in sweats training in the gym, and on four very memorable occasions, Kon naked.

The thought of the last one, sent a warm wave down his body, and he groaned softly against the wall.

Kon tasted like sunshine, but with a hint of metal underneath. His black hair was always too long, about the only thing he had in common with Jason, who while accepting of Robin’s relationship, had muttered more than once “he hurts you, I’m breaking out the kryptonite!”, catching the top of the Jacket he wore, and making the trade mark C quaff more of an elongated S. His ear was pieced, and he was always nagging Tim to do the same. But the thought of facing his father, never mind Bruce, with an earring was too much. Jason might have been able to get away with it, but as he had pointed out to more than one person (who would remain nameless, but who ran around with arrows in a red costume) he wasn’t Jason.

Biting on his lip to keep his noises down, his hand moved up and down, his mind on Kon. Kon’s physique was impressive, no questions there, and he knew how to use his body in a fight. Did that apply to the bedroom as well?

He was hard now, and making no effects to fight it

Would Kon be on top or under him? He tried picturing himself ploughing into Kon, and dismissed the idea almost at once. No. he was would be under Kon, feeling all that glorious warmth as it moved within him. What sort of noises did Krypotians make when they made love? Did they groan? Moan? Roar? Or make some noise he couldn’t even imagine?

He was close now and there was nothing he could do about it.

What would Kon look like when he came? Would he bite him? Suck at him? He remembered vividly the love bite that Spoiler had got earlier that week from her mysterious new man (well, he had his theories, especially with her comments about him being a fast mover). Would Kon do that to mark him? Brand him with his heat vision? Would he come first? Would Kon? Or would they both come together, in a fury of pleasure and limbs?

As dream Tim and Dream Kon came, Tim came too, with a moan against the shower wall. He collapsed on to the floor panting.

“Hope you’re planning to clean that up.”

He spun around, suddenly very aware of his nakedness, but the only person he could see was Jason, still in costume and grinning at him.

“What are you doing” He demanded, roughly, grabbing a towel from the rack.

“Earning five bucks baby bird.” Jason is still grinning. “I bet Marie Kon was making you act this way, she blamed Bruce.”

“Well you can both go to hell!” he’s had enough. That was the nearest he’s come to feeling relaxed in a long while and Jason had to ruin it.

The masked face creases for a moment, then Jason dropped down beside him. “He’s really got you worked up, huh baby bird?”

He wants to protest at the nickname, especially under the circumstances, but he can’t summon the energy. Instead he just nods.

Jason drops down beside him. “Want to talk about it?”

Slowly, and uncertainly, he explains the nature of the problem, not daring to look at Jason. He knows too well that he’s the baby of the family, and it isn’t just Bruce who blames himself every time he’s hurt.

When he’s finished silence reigns for a few moments. When he dares look up at Jason, the older boy is staring into a puddle of water, as though wandering how to say something.

Then he sighs deeply. “When you’ve being hurt, it can be hard to let anyone get close. You convince yourself that, no matter how much you love and trust them, that there’s no way they’d want you for anything other than that and that once they’ve got it, they’ll leave you. So you hold off to avid that moment.”

He lifted his head to stare at Tim. “You get what I’m saying?”

Tim’s brow furrowed, then his eyes widened. “You think that Luthor_”

Jason shrugged. “We both know he’s got a thing for the Supers, and there’s got to be a reason he kept Kon at 16.” He sighed. “People think it’s the newbie’s like you who need careful handling, and on a level they’re right. But there’s a group who need even more careful handling, and that’s the ones who’ve been hurt.” He looked at Tim. “You understand?”

Tim sighed and nodded. “You’re telling me I should wait.”

“I’m saying that the more you push, the more Kon’ll think that’s it, and the longer it’ll be before anything happens.”

He got to his feet. “You got a good thing going, baby bird, but don’t ever tell Bruce I said that.” He gave his brother the same look he’d given him when they were first starting training, like he was wandering if he was doing the right thing. “Don’t screw it up.”

***

Kon was in a robe, when he opened the door. He looked surprised to see Tim.

“Can I come in?” For one horrible second, he thought Kon was going to refuse. Then he stood aside.

Carefully avoiding the bed, Tim sat on a chair.

“I came to apologise for the way I’ve been acting.” He said softly. “I know I’ve been pressuring you to…take things further than you’re comfortable with, and I’m sorry.” He got to his feet and began pacing, determined to get this all out in one swoop. “I don’t care about that, well that’s not strictly true, I’m sixteen.” He laughed, slightly nervously, but Kon didn’t.

He sighed. He had deliberately chosen the least suggestive clothes he could find, a pair of sweats that he usually wore for resting up after really bad fights and a T-shirt that had definitely seen better days, so shapeless that it was hard to tell there was a body underneath it.

“What I cared about was what it represented. That we had a future.” He shook his head. “I know that doesn’t make any sense, and I know that physical intimacy does not necessarily mean that the relationship is going to last but…” he shook his head. “The best explanation I can offer is that I’m a Bat. You know emotionally needy, paranoia, continually testing people.” He paused. “I guess a part of me wanted to see if you’d run after…”He sighed. “Look. I’m sorry, and when, even if it’s never, you’re ready for it, I’m cool with it.” He looked at Kon. The guy hadn’t said a word through out his torrent; he had just stood there, staring at Tim.

Tim sighed. “Can you just say something?”

He wasn’t sure what response he expected, but it certainly wasn’t Kon’s tongue down his throat.

That didn’t mean he was protesting.

***

Walking along the corridors of Titan’s Tower, a last sweep before turning in, Jason paused at the strange noises coming from Kon’s room, moans, groans and even once or twice what might have been a roar.

A green domino mask hung on the doorknob.

Grinning, Jason hastened past the room.

O.K. he owed Marie five bucks, but now Wally owed him ten.