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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse, Teen_Titans
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Kon-El
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Kon-El
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Intercrural_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-12 Words: 1670
****** Winding Down ******
by konimello
Summary
     Tim needs to relax after their latest battle, and Kon knows just how
     to help.
     Set at any point in any universe you want.
Notes
     Shameless porn. I have no regrets.
Tim was noticeably more tired and sore from their 3 hour attack, trying to fend
off hordes of unidentifiable little creatures. Half of San Fran was wrecked,
and they'd trudged back to the tower barely saying anything; they just didn't
have the energy for it.
Tim was thankful for how good the showers felt against his skin, but he
couldn't completely shake off the stiff feeling of his body, and he knew it
would take a few days before he stopped feeling the burn.
 
It must have been evident in the way he moved.
“Want me fix it?”
Tim raised an eyebrow at the Superboy's offer, pausing at his locker. “What?”
“I can give you a massage. A good old Kryptonian massage! You'll be feeling
fine in no time!” Kon was stood there with his arms open and an all too proud
look on his face.
Tim's mouth twitched, before he turned back to unlock his locker.
“Unnggg...” He wasn't prepared for the hands on his shoulders, thumbs rubbing
firmly into his neck. He could feel the other boy's TTKstroke against his back,
and he thought that maybe Kon had a point.
Still, as much of a point as the half-Kryptonian did have, the fact remained
that they were both in only their towels. Tim couldn't quite get himself to do
anything about it right now. His cheek rested comfortably against the cold
metal of the lockers, and he bit his lip to stop any suggestive sounds from
coming out of his mouth. He always found massages to be way too sexual for his
liking. Especially as he was alone in a locker room with his best friend.
Nearly naked. Enjoying himself a little too much.
Tim pressed himself flatter, hoping that he could cool the rest of himself
down. The result of that was for Kon to move closer in, his large hands
kneading the muscles under Tim's shoulder blades.
It was more pressure than he'd be expecting for a massage, but then most people
didn't have super strength. He appreciated it though; his body could take a
little more than the average guy.
He didn't realise he had been holding his breath until he exhaled sharply,
Kon's thumbs inching closer to his spine.
“You'll have to let me do this more often,” Kon mumbled into the smaller boy's
ear, head and body just inches away. Tim could feel Kon move close and then
retreat again with every circular motion of his thumbs, and the movement almost
made Tim think back to some of the fantasies he'd tried to ignore over the
years.
He'd panic about thinking about that right now, except he knew it was well and
truly too late. Not that he even had the energy right now to be as bothered, or
even as self conscious bout it as he was usually. Tim seriously needed to
unwind, and if this was how best friend's way of remedying that, well, he
wasn't going to complain about that.
He let out an awkwardly loud moan as Kon worked his way further down his back,
but the other buy didn't seem to have any noticeable reaction to it, for which
Tim was glad. He threw one of his arms above his head, bracing himself more
firmly against the lockers. His other arm was coming up so that he could bite
down on his hand. He'd rather keep the unexpected noises to a minimum, at the
moment.
If his legs didn't already feel like jello, they certainly did now. Kon's palms
were kneading into the flesh just above Tim's towel, fingers resting lighting
on his lips. It was so tempting to move in his grasp, to adjust his hips so
that his hands were a little closer. But Tim knew that it was definitely not a
good idea to mix up fantasy with reality.
Apparently Kon didn't. His palms were drifting further down, pushing the towel
farther than it should have been. Tim could only hang on for a second before he
had to pull his hips harshly against the metal. He had no idea when his hips
had gravitated back out to Kon, but again the other boy way following him,
breath hot against Tim's neck. The taller boy's hands returned for a second
before switching their position and just going for a full on ass grab. Tim's
breath hitched, and he bit down hard on his hand as his body was felt the way
it hadn't been in years. He could feel his towel slipping even further, only
really held up by the fact that the knot at the front was being pressed against
him rather uncomfortably.
Large hands moved to either side, and Kon pressed closer. Tim could feel him
line up against him – oh god he's as hard as I am - and he rocked slowly up
against the Boy Wonder.
The smaller boy couldn’t help his back from arching slightly, He had to stifle
a whimper and Kon thrust up against him, and it took him a second to realise
there was even a towel between them. He was way beyond turned on, and the most
he could do right right was just go with it.
Tim felt a nip at is neck, before teeth were pressing down and that felt so
goodand Tim couldn't help it as the lower part of his body pushed out to meet
Kon's. He heard a sharp gasp from the other boy. Kon gripped Tim's hips enough
to pull all of his body away from the lockers apart from the one arm about
Tim's head. There was a rough hand on his stomach before he was freed, towel
pooling around his ankles. Kon's hand worked his way up Tim's shaft, pausing as
he reached the top, and flicking a light finger over it. Tim's moan was even
more audible than before. What had he done to deserve this?
Kon's erection was pressing harder against him, and Tim realised that he must
have used TTK to remove his own towel. When did that happen?
He felt a hand leave his hip and move behind him, before he realised that Kon
was placing himself in between the smaller boy's cheeks. Tim breathed in
heavily as he felt the other boy passing his hole, shaft rubbing against the
sensitive skin around it. Kon thrust upwards, his hand moving back to a hip so
that he could control his movements a little more. His hands were pumping Tim
in time to his thrusts, thumb brushing against his head each time. Tim was
already leaking, and he could feel the damp of the other boy's hand as it
continued to move.
He'd always imagined Kon to be good, but this... Tim couldn't have ever
imagined it feeling like this.
Kon let out a low groan into Tim’s hair and he began to speed up. He was
pressing harder against Tim now, hole aching with want. He knew anything more
was impractical, and he should be thankful with what he has right now, but a
guy can dream.
Kon became a little more vocal than he had imagined. Except still so much
better. They were the hottest noises Tim had ever heard, and his next few
breaths got stuck in his throat as he tried to handle this whole situation.
It was a combination of Kon's noises and his movements that were getting Tim
closer to the edge. The other boy was twisting on each upstroke and hee was
still so hot and hard against Tim's ass. Tim choked out a moan before Kon
pushed right to his limits, and he was pretty sure that the noise he just made
was closer to a scream than anything else.
The taller boy's hand didn't stay for long. Tim would have almost felt bad for
getting Kon sticky, except he really didn't feel bad in the slightest.
Kon's hand dipped in between Tim's thighs, spreading the warm liquid just under
where his legs met.
There was a pause where the only sound left was the heavy breathing shared
between the two of them, and them he felt something pushed in between his legs
and two hands pushing them closed. Kon's chest encouraged Tim to lean the rest
of his body forwards, and hands returned to their usual place before Kon began
to thrust into the damp space of Tim's skin.
Time had never even imagined that something like this could feel so good ; his
skin still felt sensitive, but at least there was no real risk of sensory
overload on his thighs. Tim closed his eyes, listening to the slap of skin on
skin as Kon's thrusts became more solid.
Tim squeezed his thighs what little more he could, and Kon's moans sent shivers
down his spine.
The smaller boy wished he had the energy to move, push back against Kon, to get
into a good position so that he could watch the rosy head moving in an out of
his thighs. Not like he didn't already have enough mental material right there.
Tim could only hope that this would be a recurring theme in their locker room
time.
Teeth bit harshly into Tim's neck causing him to gasp,nhis body melting like
jello all over again.
Kon's thrusts were frantic, like the heaving breaths Tim could feel through his
teeth.
The boy Wonder had to throw his other arm against the locker and tighten his
grip against the lockers as his hips were pulled further out. Kon was moving as
if these were the his last few minutes on Earth, and he was desperate to enjoy
them as much as possible.
A series of groan erupted from the larger boy's chest, and his rhythm faltered
as he came spilling out. Two stood there, just gasping for breath. Tim was the
first to move, picking up his discarded towel to wipe the drips down his thigh.
“That was, um, a very good massage,” Tim said weakly.
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