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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supersons, Super_Sons_(Comics), DamiJon, DCU_(Comics), Robin_(Comics),
      Superman_(Comics), DC_Rebirth_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Jonathan_Kent/Damian_Wayne, Jonathan_Samuel_Kent/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Jonathan_Samuel_Kent, Jonathan_Kent, Jon_Kent
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, sometimes_only_mildly_nsfw, Robin_on_Superboy_goodness, Robin_-
      Freeform, Superboy_-_Freeform, supersons_-_Freeform, Damian_Wayne_-
      Freeform, Jon_Kent_-_Freeform, Super_Sons_-_Freeform, boy_on_boy_fluff,
      underage_shenanigans
  Series:
      Part 2 of Things_that_definitely_happened_to_Damian_and_Jon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-19 Words: 1278
****** Sleepover Lessons ******
by gmartinez12
Summary
     So, to further fuel my intense fanboying of the Damijon ship, that is
     to say, Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, the Super Sons, I will be writing
     a series of short micro fics about them. They can be sfw or nsfw or
     anything in between. Just pure Damijon goodness :p Also, I welcome
     fic prompts, so leave your comments and ideas down below in the
     comments! :D
     Synopsis: Damian teaches Jon how to wank.
Notes


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               Things_that_definitely_happened_to_Damian_and_Jon
                                 By Gmartinez
 
                           Part 2: Sleepover Lessons
 
“Watcha doin, Damian?”
“Gaah!”
Damian gasped in shock as he hurriedly pulled up the sheets over his body. In
the room’s relative darkness, he could still perceive Jon’s head looming over
him sporting an inquisitive look.
“Why aren’t you asleep, Kent?” Damian responded while gritting his teeth.
“Duh, who actually sleeps this early on sleepovers?” Jon said as if it was the
most obvious thing in the world. He tugged the sheet off and revealed Damian’s
disgruntled face.
“This stupid sleepover has even more nonsensical and arbitrary rules than I
thought,” Damian mumbled. He tried to tug the sheet back, but Jon was gripping
it quite tightly.
“Whatever, Damian,” Jon giggled. “So, why would someone who said that they
wanted to ‘sleep early’ be busy fidgeting with the lights off, huh?”
“None of your business, hayseed!”
“Damian, you were making an awful lot of noise for a sleepy person, and I’m
literally next to you on the bed! I definitely felt you moving around, so let
me in on it! You’re playing a game on another Bat-gadget thing again, aren’t
you?”
“No,” Damian growled. “Besides, l told you before that it wasn’t a game, it was
a tactical simulator that I use for mental exercise!”
“Well, what were you playing with now? I won’t stop bugging you until you tell
me,” Jon declared resolutely.
“Try me,” Damian replied dryly. “You’re a fool if you think someone with my
training will succumb.”
Jon took the invitation enthusiastically, and began poking Damian’s face with
his finger.
Damian remained motionless on the bed, trying his best to remain stoic as his
young friend uncomfortably kneaded his cheeks. He felt Jon trying to tickle his
neck, poke his ribs and pinch his thighs. He was determined to outlast Jon’s
childish antics…at least before Jon lifted his night shirt up and blew a very
wet raspberry on his tummy.
“Gah!” Damian squeaked with a shiver. He recoiled from Jon and sat up, his
knees protecting his abdomen from any more moist assaults. “Stop! You’re making
it worse!”
“What? What am I making worse?” Jon asked with apparent confusion.
“This!” Damian hissed, and then pulled his knees apart to show Jon his very
pointed crotch tent. “If you must know, I was attempting to relieve myself
before you butted in.”
Jon stared inquisitively at it, oblivious to the barely concealed embarrassment
that was on Damian’s face.
“Well? Are you just going to stare at it all night?” Damian asked
incredulously.
Jon snapped out of his reverie and giggled a bit, much to Damian’s chagrin.
“This is not funny!”
Jon responded with a serene smile. “Damian, you should have told me in the
first place! I totally understand that.”
“Do you, now?” Damian replied with mounting curiosity.
“Mine gets hard like that too, sometimes,” Jon said knowingly. “Just means I
have to go to the bathroom or, well…I just wait for it to go down. My dad told
me it’s normal for us boys, so don’t worry about it!”
“You have no idea at all, do you Jonny Boy?” Damian teased with a smirk.
“Idea about what…?” Jon paused, his earlier confidence shrinking.
Damian rubbed his palm over the tip of his cloth-covered erection and smiled
suggestively.
“You don’t just waitfor it to go down, Jon. You can do something about
it—something better. Be thankful we’re partners, because just this once, I’ll
consent to teach you.”
Jon nodded and watched as Damian removed his clothing without hesitation. Jon
couldn’t take his eyes off of Damian’s hardness, jutting out from the young
teen’s shapely groin. He gulped once as sweat began forming on his forehead. He
felt a different kind of excitement that was making his head swirl, and his
pajamas tight.
Damian smiled with satisfaction. Jon was reacting the exact way that he knew
the boy would. “How am I supposed to teach you if you don’t take off yours,
too?”
“Oh…er, right,” Jon stuttered as he took off his bottoms, exposing his own
modest member. Jon was still a bit embarrassed about the whole affair so he
wasn’t fully hard just yet.
“To business then,” Damian said as he nodded at Jon’s nakedness. “Grip it like
this, and start stroking it up and down. Your fingers should be focused here on
the underside of the shaft, and near the tip.” The Boy Wonder stroked his
rigid, hairless rod, making sure that Jon was paying attention.
“R—right!” Jon chirped. He didn’t want to seem so clueless in front of his
friend. He put his hand around his own boyhood and began copying Damian in
earnest. It quickly stiffened to its full length, and then Jon’s mouth
dropped—the sudden jolt of pleasure was exhilarating for him.
Both boys manhandled their tools while watching each other. Jon was panting,
with beads of sweat dripping on his face, while Damian huffed with a grin,
satisfied that his friend—and now sexual protégé—was enjoying himself because
of something that he’d taught. After a while of studying Jon’s masturbatory
technique, though, Damian noticed something that extremely disturbed him.
Without a word, Damian slapped Jon’s hand away from the younger boy’s rod.
Before Jon could protest, Damian’s hand was already groping his sensitive
member. Damian wasn’t stroking it, rather he was prodding and measuring it with
his fingers. But even then, Jon could only whimper in pleasure.
“Ngghhh…” Jon couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Damian’s firm fingers, warm
and different, but oh-so-pleasurable on his young member…it was all too much
for him.
“Shush!” Damian commanded. He almost sounded annoyed. “I can’t believe this.
You’re actually…you weren’t kidding when you said…grrr…” He traced the full
length of Jon’s shaft with a finger, then did the same to his own. He seethed
at his conclusion.
“It’s your alien hybrid genes, I’m sure of it,” Damian muttered. He’d
completely ceased stroking himself and his hand dropped from Jon’s hardness.
“Why’d you stop?” Jon whined, clearly wanting more of that pleasure.
“I admit it,” Damian spat. “Yours is very slightly more sizeable than mine.”
“Told you so,” Jon said simply. He leaned closer to Damian and quickly grabbed
his friend’s hand. “But you’re better at doing thisthan I am...” He placed
Damian’s hand on his twitching boyhood, and then he took hold of Damian’s own
warm stiffness.
Damian was about to complain, but relented when he felt Jon’s hand stroking
him. He smiled to himself as he returned the gesture, deciding that he’d
forgive Jon’s uninvited touch just this once. Also, he had to admit that Jon
was a fast learner. Despite only having learned it a while ago, Jon was easily
mastering Damian’s finer wanking methods, at least Damian thought—and felt—that
he was.
I’m almost at my limit. He’s pretty good at this,Damian thought. Of course, he
wasn’t about to let Jon know that. A good teacher doesn’t give praise easily…or
so Damian reasoned. Jon made him feel quite pleasured indeed…so much that he
forgot to warn his young friend about the inevitable conclusion of
overstimulation.
In those last few seconds, Damian began composing the next lesson he’d impart
to Jon. Something about fertilization? Perhaps. A primer on the stages of
sexual maturity and secretions? Maybe. Cleanup methods…? Definitely. An
apology? Never.
As it happened, Damian’s boyhood was pointing up at Jon at just the right
angle—an angle straight to his face.
The only warning that Jon got before Damian spurted was a muffled grunt.
“Ahhhck! It’s in my eye…!”
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