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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_Samuel_Kent/Damian_Wayne, Jonathan_Kent/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Jonathan_Samuel_Kent
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, Robin_on_Superboy_goodness, Superboy_-_Freeform, Robin_-_Freeform,
      supersons_-_Freeform, sleepover, blowjob, 69, underage_shenanigans
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-08 Words: 2248
****** The Sleepover and the Short Shorts ******
by gmartinez12
Summary
     In the canon comics (Superman #21), Damian has a sleepover with Jon
     at their Hamilton County house. This is what really happened
Notes
     This fic is the accompanying story behind a picture from my friend
     Haze. The pic is linked in the story below in the part where it's
     relevant XD. I hope you enjoy!


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See the end of the work for more notes
                      The_Sleepover_and_the_Short_Shorts
                                 By Gmartinez
                                    ******
 
                                        
 
 
“What’s this?”
“Clothes..? You’re not going to sleep in your costume, are you? Besides, I
thought you liked green.”
Damian held the green_shirt_up_to_his_face as his eyes twitched mildly. The
shirt_was_much_too_large_for_him, and the sleeves were longer than his arms by
more than a few inches. That was nothing compared to the pair of shorts,
though—they were so skimpy that Damian wondered how they were even considered
clothing when they_barely_covered_anything_at_all. Together, the shorts and the
shirt made for a ridiculous set of nightclothes. At best, they would make him
look like he was trying too hard to seem like a vulnerable, helpless child—what
most people considered “cute”. At worst…Damian felt almost naked from the waist
down.
"Jon, you could have let me borrow literally anything else to wear, but you
stuck me with a pair of extremely short shorts,” Damian remarked dryly.
“W-well, they’re the only ones that fit you! And you like green, so…and it gets
warm in the evening sometimes, and…”
Not true, Damian thought. Jon was obviously desperate to come up with an excuse
to force him to wear the absurd outfit, but for what?
“Fine, whatever,” Damian sighed as he unclasped the buckles of his Robin
outfit. The belts came loose, the vest fell to the floor and his cape became a
wrinkled mess as it unceremoniously slid off his shoulders.
Of course, he wasn’t just casually stripping in front of Jon for nothing.
Damian was testing a theory. And as the last of his garments came loose—leaving
only his naked tan skin and boyish-yet-toned physique—it wasn’t lost on him how
his ten-year-old comrade practically devoured the sight with his eyes. Damian
slipped on the shorts and donned the shirt, and all he could think of was how
Jon kept staring at his legs as if he’d just seen them for the first time—which
was probably true because up until then he’d almost always been in costume.
Damian gave Jon a nonchalant glance as he changed, making the younger boy flush
and quickly turn away. With a small smile on his lips, Damian knew his
suspicions were steadily being confirmed—Jon was getting turned on, and the
clothing choice he that he’d been given was intentional. Besides, the way that
Jon had ogled Damian’s naked butt while he was changing had been nothing if not
obvious. He decided he was going to turn the tables on Jon and tease the young
boy for his childish—if sexually-charged—intentions. That’s exactly why he
didn’t bother wearing his underwear beneath the skimpy shorts.
It was still a few hours too early to sleep, so Damian and Jon decided to play
video games. It hadn’t been that long ago when Damian had gifted the gaming
console to Jon last Christmas, and Jon had been ecstatic and had given him a
tight unwarranted hug for it. After that, Damian had begun noticing things
about Jon that he hadn’t before, like how Jon always seemed to find an excuse
to touch him—whether it was a hand on his shoulder, a push, a shove, a
piggyback ride, or a high-five. Jon was also the only person outside of his
family that called and texted him with any degree of regularity.
That night, as they played, it was no different. Jon was sitting next to Damian
on the couch, his pajama-clad legs right up against Damian’s more exposed ones.
Jon seemed to go out of his way to make exaggerated movements so that his arm
would brush up against Damian’s, if only briefly. Damian decided that it was
his turn.
After a match that he intentionally lost, he pretended to yawn and sprawled out
onto the sofa. Of course, with Jon there, they wouldn’t fit, so he swung his
right leg up over the sofa’s back pillows, and positioned his left leg to
dangle lazily below him. With Damian’s legs splayed out like that, Jon had an
unobstructed view of his crotch—and with the inherent skimpiness of his
borrowed shorts, Jon would no doubt see his sack hanging to the side, and even
his flaccid boyhood. Damian’s trap was now set.
Jon glanced at Damian’s odd position and, for a second, Damian could have sworn
that the younger boy gulped. But Jon didn’t seem to take the bait as his
attention went back to the game and he picked another character to begin a new
match. For the rest of the time that they were playing, Damian shifted
positions occasionally, and had Jon looked, he’d definitely have seen Damian’s
member peeking out of the leg hole. But much to Damian’s surprise—and somewhat
to his disappointment—Jon didn’t pay any attention to his exhibition at all.
Although, Jon did seem to sweat more profusely the whole time.
As midnight approached, Damian decided to give up and both boys agreed to go to
bed.
His loss, Damian thought as they climbed onto the bed. He’d been so sure that
Jon was just a nudge away from being taken over by his hormones, but then the
boy had valiantly resisted his teasing all night. Well, whatever, then. It
wasn’t his job to understand what went on in the minds of ten-year olds like
Jon, even if he was his partner…
Sleep came easily to Damian, as sleep-deprived as his nightly patrols made him.
But his trained senses woke him up just as quickly. He was sure that it wasn’t
even an hour from when he’d dozed off. He guessed that the sudden shift in the
bed and the rustling of sheets was what woke him. It looked like Jon was just
the kind of boy who moved around a lot while asleep, so Damian didn’t pay it
any mind. But just before he lost consciousness again, something definitely
jerked him back to his senses.
Jon was groping his penis through his shorts.
Whatever semblance of sleep that remained on Damian’s mind vanished the moment
Jon started stroking his quickly stiffening boyhood. Jon began with a few
curious but cautious gropes, as if trying to familiarize himself with the shape
of Damian’s modest shaft. But that caution had turned into desire, as the boy
began earnestly stroking his friend’s hardness.
Damian’s training was enough that he could resist shuddering in delight at the
touch of Superboy. Through half lidded-eyes, he watched as Jon’s face, only
slightly illuminated by a stray beam of moonlight, took on a look of
concentration with his tongue poking out of his lips. With a deftness that he
didn’t expect from such a young boy, Damian felt Jon’s fingertips firmly but
carefully stroke his member, progressing from a slow calculated pace to a
steady, constant rhythm. It was all that Damian could do to feign sleep, even
as he began to leak precum.
Much to Damian’s surprise, Jon licked his lips. He’d never imagined the boy to
have had such a perverse side to him, as coddled by his parents as he was.
Beside his face, Damian heard the rustling of clothes—a subtle glance revealed
that Jon had shucked off his own pajamas and was rapidly stroking his own stiff
dick. Damian only had a second to marvel at Jon’s lewdness when his own boyhood
was suddenly consumed by an infinitely pleasurable and moist warmth. Beyond
anything that he’d ever expected or imagined of his friend,Jon_was_giving_him_a
blowjob.
The barely-teenaged Robin couldn’t hold back and inadvertently arched his back
as the pleasure overwhelmed him, a slight moan escaping his lips. Jon seemed to
take this as motivation, eagerly increasing the pace of his masturbation and
slurping up Damian’s tool with increased enthusiasm. Jon’s tongue lapped up the
precum on Damian’s tip, wantonly bobbing up and down on his hard shaft while
teasing the slit. Jon didn’t seem to be experienced at all, but his fervor and
sheer boyish desire made up for it, bombarding Damian’s pole with a rush of
fierce sensation. Jon was so lost to his passion that he was inadvertently
thrusting his hips as he wanked, as though he knew on some subconscious level
that he wanted more.
Damian smiled wryly. Since his face was practically beside Jon’s dick, and it
seemed as though Jon didn’t care anymore if he was awake or not, he did the
next logical thing. He grabbed Jon’s buttcheeks, and pushed the boy’s hips
right to his face where his mouth gleefully engulfed Jon’s pulsing boner.
Jon’s body went rigid, surprised by the sudden oral assault, but welcoming it
all the same. He moaned in delight as he sucked Damian’s dick, sending waves of
added ecstasy racing through the older boy’s groin. Damian, for his part,
rewarded Jon’s fervor by skillfully stimulating his friend’s glans with well-
timed tongue flicks and constant suction. The room was filled with frantic
moans, gasps and sighs. What little light that filtered through the window
shone on the tangle of limbs that the two young superheroes became.  Damian and
Jon devoured each other’s hardness amidst the rustling of sheets, wet and moist
slurps, and the musk of two boys enslaved by their passions.
Damian’s tongue traced the length of Jon’s boyhood with his tongue, just as Jon
began bobbing his head up and down on Damian’s pole all the way down to the
wispy pubes at its base. It didn’t take much more for either of them to reach
their incredibly explosive climax. Jon came first, with his hard-as-steel
boyhood pulsing wildly inside Damian’s mouth, and each spasm making it rub
against the older boy’s velvety tongue. Damian sipped at what nectar he could,
although Jon’s youth had yet to give him anything more than a thin, clear
sliver of fluid.
Damian felt shivers of pleasure course through Jon’s lithe frame, causing his
own libido to peak. With a throaty moan onto Jon’s groin, he thrust his hips
one final time. Jon sucked one final time before he let Damian’s shaft slip out
of his mouth with a pop—and not a second later, his face was splattered with
five jets of Damian’s boyseed.
For a few seconds, there was nary a sound in the room aside from the boys’
labored breathing. When Damian finally recovered, he sat up only to find that
the Boy of Steel was already fast asleep, no doubt exhausted because he wasn’t
used to that kind of exertion. Jon looked so peaceful and innocent…save for the
cum still dripping from his face. Damian stifled his laughter before he lay
down again. He supposed that he should’ve wiped Jon’s face, but before he could
decide, he was already drifting off to sleep. His last thought before he lost
consciousness was about his borrowed skimpy shorts—he could definitely get used
to them.
                                    ******
*Yaaawn*“Morning,_Damian—rise_and_shine!”
“Never!” Damian was startled awake by Jon’s chirpy voice. He privately thought
that Jon had no business being this eager so early in the morning. He wrapped
his pillow around his head in defiance.
Jon giggled and then replied, “I know you and Mr. Wayne are night owls, but
around here, the early bird catches the worm, Robin.”
“Clever—you think of that all by yourself?” Damian hissed, but he relented as
he finally took in his surroundings. To his frustration, the sun wasn’t even
up. Furthermore, he was somehow on the floor, despite his vivid recollections
of having slept with Jon on the bed last night.
And speaking of remembering last night...
“Ugh! Jon, explain to me again why you’re waking me up before there’s even any
sunlight.”
Jon leaned over the edge of the bed to peer down at Damian’s curled body on the
floor. “Well, I was serious about what I said, you know, about being
early...and about getting worms…”
“What…?” Damian was slightly confused.
Jon stuck his tongue out and slowly slid off the bed so that he was down on the
floor with Damian. The latter boy gave a grunt as Jon squeezed in, with their
bodies right next to each other.
“I just thought that we should wake up earlier so we can do it again…you know,
that stuff we did last night…”
“H-hey…!” Damian attempted to protest, but Jon already had a hand probing the
inside of his shorts’ leg hole.
“Mmhhhm,” Jon cooed, as he fished out the stiff ‘worm’ that he’d been so eager
to catch—one that just so happened to belong to his favorite ‘Robin’.
“-Tt-“ Damian disapproved of how Jon was taking charge of the whole situation.
If anything, he should be the one ordering his younger friend around. But as
Jon’s lips wrapped around his member once more, Damian complaints melted into
throaty moans.
At the very least, Damian thought, he’d still have a bit of petty vengeance on
Jon—he would just stay silent. Jon really should have a mirror in his room,
because if he had, he’d have known that he still had the dried streaks of
Damian’s boyish pleasure on his face.
                                     ****
 
 
Epilogue:
That morning during breakfast
Lois: *looks at Clark* Honey, you look terrible! What happened?”
Clark is sitting there with bloodshot eyes like he didn’t sleep.
Clark: couldn’t sleep. Kept super-hearing things. *eye twitches toward Jon and
Damian*
(On a related note, this comic panel...) Edit ||Actual| | actual
End Notes
     Thanks for reading this! That last scene with Damian and Jon was my
     attempt to tie it in with the real scene in the comics over here

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