Squirm
Title: Squirm
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: As NC-17 as foreplay can get, probably.
Pairing: Tim Drake (Red Robin)/Kon-El
Word Count: 910
Warnings: Slash, Foreplay, Explicit but non-graphic references to sex.
Tim rounded the last block on his walk back to the apartment. It looked like he was going to make it home early tonight. Well, earlier than usual at least. The nest exit was only six blocks from their apartment, but it was amazing how many thing you could run across at 5am in Gotham over the course of 6 blocks. Especially when you were a member of the cape crowd.
As he rounded the last corner, he caught sight of the apartment window and his heart nearly stopped. There was light coming out of it. Green light. And green light meant kryptonite. He ran as fast as he could to the fire escape. As he climbed quickly up the outside of it, he made a mental note to have O check the security cameras for paparazzi: he was probably a bit too agile at the moment for someone who supposedly needed crutches to walk until 8 months ago.
As he jumped through the window, he saw Conner fall down. From the light fixture. Thankfully, the bed and his flight broke his fall.
And the room wasn't green anymore.
Conner sat up on the edge of the bed; “Dude, if I can't use the window, why can you? Entirely not fair.”
Tim paused for a second. If it were anyone else, he would have tried harder to hide his confusion. “I... I saw green light from the street. You're ok?”
“So you used the window? What does... Oh. You thought it was Kryptonite. No, no K. I'm fine.”
Tim nodded silently for a moment. “Ok. Good. So why were you on ceiling? And why was the apartment glowing green?”
“It's cool. I figured out how to do this thing.” Conner scooted over a bit and patted the edge of the bed beside him.
Tim sat down, still bewildered. “You can do a thing?” This explanation was going nowhere.
Conner leaned over to Tim and put his hand up above them. “A TKK thing with light.” He spread his fingers out, and suddenly all the light passing near the hand was tinted blue.
“You can selectively filter light by wavelength. Impressive.”
“I can't do red or orange yet. But look: purple.”
“Indigo. And it makes sense: red and orange are at the same end of the spectrum.”
Conner nudged Tim a bit with his shoulder; “Geek.”
“Can you do a smaller bit? Just a patch?”
Conner bit his lip in concentration. After a second, only his index finger was indigo. “Cool. But how is that useful?”
“Try it for your eyes.”
Conner furled his brown in concentration and the whites of his eyes took on a purple tint.
“Smaller. About half as wide.”
After a second, it was just his irises.
“Try green.” Conner blinked and his eyes returned to their natural, unearthly blue.
“You're going to make me do this for the glasses outfit, aren't you?”
“It would make a good backup.”
“Yeah, because randomly switching eye color really screams 'normal!'”
“I could make the glasses do it when you have them on.”
“My driver's license says blue.”
“I can fix that.”
“Great, so I only have to remember to do it every time I take my glasses off, ever.”
Tim paused for a moment and put on his best innocent face. “I think you'd look really good with green eyes.”
Conner raised his eyebrows. His mouth hung open for a moment before he responded; “That's relationship blackmail.”
“It's just an observation.”
“You're seriously going to make me do this, aren't you?”
“Not make you...” It was true, just because Conner wouldn't say no didn't mean he couldn't.
Conner shook his head and broke out in a smirk. “You are going to squirm SO much for me tonight.”
Tim smirked back: he knew Conner liked his smirk. And he liked where this was headed. “Promises, promises. And it's morning now.”
Conner moved over in front of Tim and slid his hand up under Tim's shirt. Tim felt the familiar sensation of Conner's TKK wrapping around him. He concentrated on ignoring the instinct to push against it as it leaned him back onto the bed and spread his legs. Conner floated just for a moment and landed kneeling between Tim's legs. He used his knees to spread them further apart as he tweaked Tim's nipple. “You say that now, but its SO much easier to hold you still than to screw with light.”
Conner leaned down and planted soft kisses around Tim's navel. The TKK was everywhere now-- even if he tried, Tim knew he couldn't move anything below his neck. It was taking all of Tim's focus to keep control of his breathing and heart-rate, to resist the urge to struggle. It was hard: so much harder to work through want than through pain. He caught his heart speeding up and blinked a couple times to keep his focus: “ I thought you wanted me to squirm.”
He tensed despite himself as Conner floated his hips slightly upwards. It was the perfect angle: their groins rubbed against each other as Conner laid down on top of him. The room went blue. Tim's breath caught in his throat as Conner brushed aside a lock of his hair and whispered, “Only once you've earned it.”
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: As NC-17 as foreplay can get, probably.
Pairing: Tim Drake (Red Robin)/Kon-El
Word Count: 910
Warnings: Slash, Foreplay, Explicit but non-graphic references to sex.
Tim rounded the last block on his walk back to the apartment. It looked like he was going to make it home early tonight. Well, earlier than usual at least. The nest exit was only six blocks from their apartment, but it was amazing how many thing you could run across at 5am in Gotham over the course of 6 blocks. Especially when you were a member of the cape crowd.
As he rounded the last corner, he caught sight of the apartment window and his heart nearly stopped. There was light coming out of it. Green light. And green light meant kryptonite. He ran as fast as he could to the fire escape. As he climbed quickly up the outside of it, he made a mental note to have O check the security cameras for paparazzi: he was probably a bit too agile at the moment for someone who supposedly needed crutches to walk until 8 months ago.
As he jumped through the window, he saw Conner fall down. From the light fixture. Thankfully, the bed and his flight broke his fall.
And the room wasn't green anymore.
Conner sat up on the edge of the bed; “Dude, if I can't use the window, why can you? Entirely not fair.”
Tim paused for a second. If it were anyone else, he would have tried harder to hide his confusion. “I... I saw green light from the street. You're ok?”
“So you used the window? What does... Oh. You thought it was Kryptonite. No, no K. I'm fine.”
Tim nodded silently for a moment. “Ok. Good. So why were you on ceiling? And why was the apartment glowing green?”
“It's cool. I figured out how to do this thing.” Conner scooted over a bit and patted the edge of the bed beside him.
Tim sat down, still bewildered. “You can do a thing?” This explanation was going nowhere.
Conner leaned over to Tim and put his hand up above them. “A TKK thing with light.” He spread his fingers out, and suddenly all the light passing near the hand was tinted blue.
“You can selectively filter light by wavelength. Impressive.”
“I can't do red or orange yet. But look: purple.”
“Indigo. And it makes sense: red and orange are at the same end of the spectrum.”
Conner nudged Tim a bit with his shoulder; “Geek.”
“Can you do a smaller bit? Just a patch?”
Conner bit his lip in concentration. After a second, only his index finger was indigo. “Cool. But how is that useful?”
“Try it for your eyes.”
Conner furled his brown in concentration and the whites of his eyes took on a purple tint.
“Smaller. About half as wide.”
After a second, it was just his irises.
“Try green.” Conner blinked and his eyes returned to their natural, unearthly blue.
“You're going to make me do this for the glasses outfit, aren't you?”
“It would make a good backup.”
“Yeah, because randomly switching eye color really screams 'normal!'”
“I could make the glasses do it when you have them on.”
“My driver's license says blue.”
“I can fix that.”
“Great, so I only have to remember to do it every time I take my glasses off, ever.”
Tim paused for a moment and put on his best innocent face. “I think you'd look really good with green eyes.”
Conner raised his eyebrows. His mouth hung open for a moment before he responded; “That's relationship blackmail.”
“It's just an observation.”
“You're seriously going to make me do this, aren't you?”
“Not make you...” It was true, just because Conner wouldn't say no didn't mean he couldn't.
Conner shook his head and broke out in a smirk. “You are going to squirm SO much for me tonight.”
Tim smirked back: he knew Conner liked his smirk. And he liked where this was headed. “Promises, promises. And it's morning now.”
Conner moved over in front of Tim and slid his hand up under Tim's shirt. Tim felt the familiar sensation of Conner's TKK wrapping around him. He concentrated on ignoring the instinct to push against it as it leaned him back onto the bed and spread his legs. Conner floated just for a moment and landed kneeling between Tim's legs. He used his knees to spread them further apart as he tweaked Tim's nipple. “You say that now, but its SO much easier to hold you still than to screw with light.”
Conner leaned down and planted soft kisses around Tim's navel. The TKK was everywhere now-- even if he tried, Tim knew he couldn't move anything below his neck. It was taking all of Tim's focus to keep control of his breathing and heart-rate, to resist the urge to struggle. It was hard: so much harder to work through want than through pain. He caught his heart speeding up and blinked a couple times to keep his focus: “ I thought you wanted me to squirm.”
He tensed despite himself as Conner floated his hips slightly upwards. It was the perfect angle: their groins rubbed against each other as Conner laid down on top of him. The room went blue. Tim's breath caught in his throat as Conner brushed aside a lock of his hair and whispered, “Only once you've earned it.”