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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), Young_Justice_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Kon-El_|_Conner_Kent
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Kon-El_|_Conner_Kent
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Wet_Dream, Masturbation, Self_Confidence_Issues
  Series:
      Part 2 of Never_Crush_on_a_Luthor
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-08 Words: 1472
****** Unsolved & Insecure ******
by RaspberryBrain
Summary
     We really don’t need to talk about arch enemy sex dreams. Cuz they
     don’t happen. Ever.
Notes
     Everything before the separating dashed line has barely any
     consequence to the following story and you can skip it. I kept it in
     because I thought others might enjoy the cracky-ness of it like I
     did. It was written directly after bingeing the cheese filled pastry
     that is the CW Supergirl show.
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      Tim_Luthor:_An_Oral_Not!Fic by bessyboo, moonling, Pilot:_Pendulum by
      Vodka112
9:13 PM:
“You’ve reached the phone of Kara Danvers. Please leave your name number and a
short message after the beep. Messages that are accompanied by song will be
returned with higher priority. Thanks!”
 
 *BEEEP*
 
“Kara! I need a favor! I sort of ended up being transported to another
dimension because of this thing I thought was a taco stand but was actually a
cleverly disguised super-villain plot, and the Titans really like tacos too as
it turns out so they also ended up getting teleported. There were some like,
cage matches or something and we deposed a tyrant, which is extra cool because
his wife ended up being really badass and all for starting up a democracy and
she knew all his account passwords to the nukes and stuff – That’s how we met
actually, she was in the prison with us. Totally hot too, you know, for a chick
covered in fur… anyway we’re back and the Titans are having a movie night and I
was thinking maybe I could stay if Super-Parents thought I was actually staying
with you for the night. Plus it’s not like I can get into more trouble than I
already did with the inter dimensional person-trafficking and revolution and
such, so if you could call Clark and tell him that – not the Titans part the
part about me staying with you – I’d really owe you one. Thanks!”
 
9:45 PM:
Text from Kara: that wasn’t in song. I resent being asked to put my butt on the
line for not-singing.
 
9:52 PM:
Text from Kon: i’ll buy you potstickers if u do this
 
Text from Kara: w/ what income ??
 
Text from Kon: pleeeeeeeeees <3
 
10:01 PM
Text from Kara: Clark’s being a jerk anyway. prms to watch something with a
terrible romance subplot for me?
 
Text from Kon: THANK YOU! we r 10min into the first thor movie. that count?
 
Text from Kara: NO that doesn’t count! they r adorable!!! HOW do you not
sympathize w/ the alien on earth looking 4 both the approval of his family +
the affection of the serious scientist w/ a super hot level of dedication to
her work??
 
Text from Kon: dude they met like 2 days ago. agree to disagree
 
Text form Kara:where are you learning these terrible concepts??
 
 
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It turns out that being inter-dimensionally kidnaped, eating tacos after all
and then binging on scy-fi movies (and one hugely disturbing documentary about
real science) got Kon in a bed and snoring faster than pretty much anything.
Luckily the Titans had extra everything. Extra sheets because there were people
here that actually like, bleed on them and needed replacements in the middle of
the night when their stitches broke. Extra mattress for alternately guests,
training exercises, and forts. Extra rooms in case someone had a bad dream and
broke theirs. It was totally great and only semi-disturbing. Very comfortable
as well.
 
Very, very… There was a dull poke at Kon’s arm, the one he was leaning on the
graffitied library table. He ignored it. It’d been a long day and he deserved a
nap already! The Titans were all asleep and he bet nobody was bothering them.
The poke came again, and again. He swatted at it, but didn’t make contact. “Not
like I’m having fun either” Tim said, disgruntled. “hnn?” Kon turned his head,
which felt strangely heavy to see his tutor frowning at him. “If you don’t pay
attention they’ll all think I’m not doing my job.” Well Kon didn’t want that.
He straightened in his chair, although he kept closing his eyes by accident.
Another pencil poke to his arm. Stop that he thought, but couldn’t remember how
to say. He took the pencil so it would stay still at least. “You’ve passed test
one: motor skills. Now all you have to do is get to grade level in basic math.”
Kon crinkled his forehead. I know. I'm trying.
 
“Is this what it looks like when Superboy really tries?” Kon swings his head up
but he’s dizzy and it takes a minute to focus on Tim in his harsh black Kevlar,
cruel look on his face. “Guess I bet on the right horse didn’t I? You can’t
trust a Luthor, but the additional IQ points really spice up the equation.”
Kon’s mouth tasted bitter and his limbs heavier than a frign’ moon, hard to
move. What he was hearing should have made him mad, made him want to lash out
at this jackass who didn’t care what he helped Luthor do to the world. He felt
more like crying, like reaching out for the other boy and telling him that he
could be smart too, really could, it would just take some work, even if he
didn’t know how to start. Tim didn’t need to stay with Luthor and the way
things were. He was smart like Luthor, he was mean too, but… Krypto liked him
and that counted for something, right?
 
“Are you solving the problem or not?” Oh, right. Kon looked down at the paper
and… shit. He couldn’t read it. If only the numbers and letters would stay
still maybe he could at least answer the questions wrong. “It’s easy,” Tim
leaned over Kon’s shoulder to tap the paper, stilling a multiple choice
squiggle. “You don’t know all the variables, but you know the laws. You know
what they’re all naturally meant to do.” Kon can smell the kevlar of the other
boy’s body armor, weird next to the sugary tang of Zesti on his breath. Kon
exhaled shakily, I’m really not sure about that.
 
“Then go with your gut.” Tim’s hand slid off the desk to Kon’s stomach. The
hitch in his breath must’ve been so obvious with only the thickness of his t-
shirt between them. “What do you feel, Connor?” The hand brushes over fabric,
lower and lower. “Don’t you know the right thing to do, Superboy?” Kon shutters
when Tim palms him through his jeans. Too close, too close even for a guy with
invulnerability. Letting a Luthor feel him up was a terrible idea, but stoping
the pressure of Tim’s hand and the warmth of him pressed against Kon’s side
somehow seemed like a much worse idea. Tim’s mouth was hot against his ear,
sucking at the lobe and sending that strange buzzing across his skin, the
feeling of being touched by someone else in a way Kon couldn’t predict. The
whisper only made the sensation stronger, “What should we do, Kon?”
 
“I don’t care what we shoulddo.” Kon spit the words out before he knew what
they were. Tim grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” Tim fisted a hand in the
neck of Kon’s shirt and spun him around. Kon’s back hitting the table knocked
the wind right out of him. The other boy was so strong. Just like before. One
of Tim’s knees was on the table crossing over Kon’s body and it was the hottest
thing in the world. Tim moved like a jungle cat, something lithe, powerful, and
dangerous as he crawled over Kon, dragging the ruff fabric of his tac vest over
the soft cotton of Kon’s t-shirt, and then over skin as it rode up. Kon
shivered feeling each of the pockets and clips that Luthor Jr. always pulled
those tiny little super-destructive tools from. At least one of them was lead
lined. He knew because he hadn’t felt the kryptonite jarring his entire nervous
system until Tim wanted him to that time. Tim was one of the few people on
Earth who could really hurt him. Kon reached up to tangle his hand in Tim’s
hair and pull him into a kiss.
 
Tim made a little sound that was just incredibly nice and rocked against Kon’s
stomach, at which his dick throbbed, just to remind everybody that it wasn’t
getting any attention. Tim kept moving, slowly, so so slowly and Kon could feel
the erection just as painfully hard as his own and hear little panting puffs of
air with each press and release. “Tim!” Kon gasped, “Please, God – oh fuck!
This hurts Tim. Please, please touch me!” Tim pushed himself up so that he was
sitting on Kon’s stomach, his combat gear clad ass just brushing the tent of
Kon’s pants behind him. He doesn’t touch Kon but unbuckles his own belt
breathing heavily. “No.”
 
“Tim, please–“ Tim is shaking his head, sweat trickling into his eyelashes and
his whole face flushed. He’s jacking himself and it’s beautiful, but– “You
haven’t solved the problem yet–” The statement cuts off in a cry when Tim comes
on his hand and on Kon’s chest. In the half awake aftermath, Kon knows that
he’s in a borrowed bed and that the sticky mess is his own. He swears.
 
 
End Notes
     In my mind, we would now do a time skip to the next morning when the
     Titans are all having breakfast or more embarrassingly when Kon is
     trying to find a washing machine to stick his sheets in. Kon and
     someone else end up having sort of a deep conversation about
     emotional attachment to adversaries and how they’re people too, but
     as superheroes, we can’t just let them endanger civilians because we
     don’t think they’re too bad on a personal level. Maybe a bit about
     Kon not being sure whether Tim being with Luthor is the problem he’s
     supposed to solve or Tim being a better side kick than Kon himself
     being the problem. Lack of self-esteem, crushy confusion, all that
     good stuff. The reason I didn’t make another chapter like that is
     because I have almost no familiarity with the Titans characters. If
     you have ideas for that chapter it would be awesome to read them (in
     comment form or fic form)!
      
     Also, I have tumlr. If anyone wants to talk that'd be fun. Do people
     talk on tumblr? I'm not a good millennial. RaspberryBrain.tumblr.com
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