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Title: Never Trust a Trust-Fund Baby
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boy-sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone’s of age.
Word Count: 2000ish
Author’s Notes: For darthbatgirl she asked for Tim/Kon; prompt: spank. I got this idea and ran with it. I really should leave the Tim/Kon to the experts like darthbatgirl and zoe_chan… >.>>

Never Trust a Trust-Fund Baby

Kon had, somewhere along the line, become fixated with Tim’s school uniform. The first time Tim told him about the uniform, Kon had laughed and teased him about it for days. It was bad enough the guy had to go to an all boys boarding school, but he had to wear a uniform too!? It was too much for Kon to handle and way too much for him to resist teasing Tim about.

Tim had taken the teasing pretty good naturedly. It was pretty clear he thought the whole thing was a silly annoyance too. He would talk about how ugly he tie was and how his blazers never fit right and how his socks always had to match. Kon thought it was halirous.

That was until he saw Tim wearing the uniform in question.

He had meant to just take a quick fly-by, see Tim’s new digs just in case he needed something from Tim in a hurry. He hadn’t expected to see Tim, at all. It was the middle of day and he assumed the studious good-at-everything-Boy-Wonder, would be in class.

It turned out it was lunch hour for all of Gotham’s trust fund sons and Tim was in the courtyard with two other students. Kon used his excellent vision to peek at them all a little closer. He wanted to see what Tim’s normal friends were like, but that impulse was immediately shattered at the sight of Tim.

His jacket was tossed over on one of the benches and his white shirt practically shone in the bright afternoon sun. His pants fit him more than perfectly and for several moments Kon couldn’t keep his eyes off of the sight of Tim’s ass. Kon had seen Tim in far tighter clothes; short pants or no, his uniform left little to the imagination. It was the fact that his perfectly shaped ass was encased in neatly pressed slacks with exact creases on them that made Kon go a little crazy.

Though, the pants were not what blew Kon’s mind.

That would have been the tie.

The tie. That little gold and blue piece of cloth that hung from around Tim’s beautifully slender neck. Kon had never really looked at Tim’s neck before. The collar to both his uniform and his cape came up under Tim chin.

Now, with Tim’s tie loosed and the collar of his dress shirt opened to the second button, framing that pale skin and the sharp jut of Tim’s collar bones, Kon couldn’t help but look.

He looked so intently that he forgot to breathe, he forgot to think, for a few moments he forgot to fly and it wasn’t until he free fell a few feet that Kon remembered where he was and what he was doing and why it would be a bad idea to fall like a comet onto the grounds of Brentwood Academy for Boys.

So Kon flew back to Hawaii as fast as he could and tried hard to forget.

He kissed girls and fought bad guys and almost succeeded in pushing the image of Tim’s white framed throat out of his mind until one morning he woke up in a panic

Kon tried not to let on how much the Titans meant to him, he especially tried not to let on around Tim. Tim was almost always cool and collected so Kon tried to avoid acting like a huge dork around him as much as possible. Sometimes he couldn’t avoid it, however, and this happened to be one of those times.

Kon didn’t often remember his dreams. Unless they involved Selma Hayak and whipped cream, he didn’t much care. This dream, though… this dream was bad.

In the dream he and Tim went to give each other a high five, but Kon miscalculated his strength and broke Tim’s hand. Tim cried out and shrunk away from Kon, and when Kon moved foreward to grab Tim to make sure he was ok, he grabbed too hard. Tim broke in his arms and his lifeless body was limp and unmoving.

Kon woke up with a shout and was out of his bed in a shot. Flying across four time zones in under five minutes. He followed the sounds of Tim’s steadly beating heart all across the United States, taking what solace he could from the sound before throwing open the window to Tim’s dorm room and catching his startled best friend unaware.

“Kon what the hell are you—“ Tim seemed angry at first, glaring at Kon and throwing the dead bolt to his room. Kon could only watch and let his mind process Tim’s aliveness as Tim stalked towards him from across the small dingy room.

Abrputly the tone of Tim’s voice changed from angry to worried. “Kon? Kon what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you ok? Is Bart? Kon!”

Tim walked right up to him and reached out a hand.

“No!” Kon choked out and moved back and as far away from Tim as he could get. His, now irrational, mind telling him Tim would break if he touched him. Tim would break and be gone and Kon would be alone.

He darted to the other side of Tim’s room, near the beds and night tables. Tim just stood near the window and stared at him.

“Kon,” he said slowly, gently, “are you hurt? Please tell me if you’re hurt.”

For the first time in his life, Kon heard something that sounded a lot like fear in Tim’s voice; fear and worry and terror.

Kon’s sluggish brain realized minutes after that Tim wasn’t scared of him. Tim was scared for him. He was scaring Tim. He didn’t want to scare Tim.

Tim wasn’t supposed to be afraid.

“I—“ He tried to speak. “I had a dream.”

Tim let out his breath. “A dream? You had a bad dream?” He sounded so relived and Tim’s voice was soft and gentle as he reassured Kon. “Everyone has bad dreams Kon. I get them all the time.”

Kon could only nod and swallow hard.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Tim ventured, slowly walking towards Kon and beds.

Tim settled down on the bed to the right of the room as Kon stuttered out what had happened.

“I broke you. In the dream. I broke you and you died. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was an accident.” Kon had to make that one point perfectly clear. He needed to make Tim understand that he wouldn’t hurt him.

Tim grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit down on the bed next to him.

“Kon, you’ve been in control of your power since day one. You know exactly how much strength to use, when, where and why. This isn’t something new to you.” Tim looked at him with earnest blue eyes and Kon saw nothing but truth and friendship there. “I’m not afraid of you and I never will be. You’re my best friend and I know you would never, ever hurt me.”

And just like that it was as if a cloud had lifted from Kon’s eyes. His head cleared and he could breathe again. Tim was giving him that small smile he gave that only included half of his mouth.

Kon smiled back and tried not to blush. “Jeeze, I’m sorry man. I really freaked. The whole thing just—“ And that when he noticed it, and the smile fell from his mouth.

Tim’s tie was lose again and the lithe muscles in his neck were taunt as Tim titled his head to look up at Kon. His arms were back behind him and he was leaning, supporting his weight on them as he sat back. His slacks were snug around his crotch and lips were wet with spit and that goddamned gold and blue tie was loosened and framing that perfect throat.

“Are—are you even allowed to losen your tie like that? Don’t you good little trust-fund babies get spanked for naughty things like that?”

Tim’s soft smile sharpened into a smirk and reached up to loosen the tie further.

“Can’t be a Boy Wonder all the time, now can I?”

And Kon lost it.

He was on Tim in a heartbeat, pressing him down into the bed and kissing him as deeply as he could. Tim’s mouth was soft and sure and perfect under his and Kon licked at him and groaned.

“I thought—“ He gasped against Tim’s mouth, undoing as many buttons of that purely white shirt as he could manage with Tim’s hands pulling his own t-shirt up over his head. “I thought you would look stupid in this uniform, dumb and silly and retarded. But you don’t. You don’t. You looking fucking hot and I want you now.”

Tim arched against him and moaned and Kon had to stop for a minute to Tim’s tongue was in his ear and Tim’s fingers were in his hair and Kon couldn’t think.

“Stop, stop, stop, Tim I’ll come.” Kon moaned and tried to move away but Tim held onto him firmly, moving his hands all over Kon’s back and down his waist until they were cupping him and---

“No, wait!” Kon grabbed both of Tim’s hands and pulled them above his head, pressing them into the neatly made comforter.

Tim regarded him with glittering, half-lidded eyes. “I want to touch you.” He said, and the intensity and tone of his voice made clear exactly how and where he wanted to touch.

“I want to touch you too.” Kon whispered, not about to let things get out of his control. This was something he wanted to revel in.

Tim shrugged slender shoulders and his shirt gaped, Kon caught a glimpse of blue and gold satin resting on an elegant shaped clavicle.

“First come, first serve.” Tim said easily and twisted one hand out of Kon’s grasp.

Kon recovered quickly and before Tim had time to react he had two pale, slender wrists bound to the bars of headboard with a gold and blue satin tie.

Tim was clearly startled.

“What the—“

“First come, first serve.” Kon husked and moved in for a kiss. Kon couldn’t tell whether most of Tim’s attention was going towards the kiss or getting free, but he didn’t care. Tim’s lips and Tim’s squirming both felt amazing and Kon was pretty content to let it continue.

He moved away from Tim’s mouth to kiss and nip down Tim’s neck and chest and Tim stilled.

“K-kon.” Tim choked out and Kon couldn’t tell if it was a question or a plea or a statement, but it wasn’t a ‘no’ and right now that’s all that mattered.

He licked scars, bit ribs, flicked nipples and he could feel how Tim was in his perfectly pressed slacks.

“I want-“ Kon bit out, “I really, really want to make you come in those pants.”

“Oh shit.” Tim whispered and his voice was high and a little panicky. His muscles were tense all over and body was arching. Kon moved up to kiss that frantically moving mouth and Tim wrapped his legs around Kon’s waist.

Kon groaned as Tim thrust up into him. It was perfect, it was so goddamned perfect and Tim was panting in his ear and Kon could feel his lips moving in silent little ‘pleases’.

Kon sunk one hand into Tim’s thick black hair to hold Tim’s mouth exactly where he wanted it as he kissed Tim as deep and passionately as he could. He gripped Tim’s hip with his other hand and they moved together, hot and quick and firm and Tim’s voice broke in a gasp as he came. His body arched and his legs tightened against Kon’s as he pulled Kon’s hips as hard against his own as he could.

The sight and feel and smell of Tim was so intense that white exploded across Kon’s eyes and if he had breathe in his lungs he probably would have screamed as he came, pressed hard against Tim.

Tim was still panting and shivering when Kon could think again, and Kon pulled away from Tim’s heaving chest, not wanting to crush him. He sat back on his heels and the sight of Tim, shirt opened, bound by his little satin tie with an unmistable stain on the front of still perfectly pressed pants almost made Kon lose it for the third time that day.

“Yeah, you pretty much look like the embodiment of the naughty trust-fund baby…” Kon drawled, still trying to catch his breath.

“So what about it, Kon?” Tim said wickedly. “You gonna spank me?”


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 10th, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)
How damn!

That was yummy.

Feb. 13th, 2008 06:02 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it :D
Feb. 10th, 2008 04:44 am (UTC)

And you don't think you write good Kon/Tim because . . ?

This was wonderful, and every time I need inspiration I'm going to read this.

Thank you!! "hugs"
Feb. 13th, 2008 06:02 pm (UTC)
I feel like I don't have a good Kon voice anymore. :(

I'm glad you liked it, anyway. :D
Feb. 10th, 2008 04:49 am (UTC)
Oh, gods, this was naughty! ^_~ I don't think I'll ever look at a school uniform the same way.

*feels like a lecherous old woman* :p
Feb. 13th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
*feels like a lecherous old woman*

My work here is done. >:DD
Feb. 10th, 2008 07:34 am (UTC)
Oh, WOW. That was really awesome. I loved how absolutely terrified Konnightmare made him, and the way you wrote him flying across the country was absolutely spot-on.

And the sex was pretty damn hot. Well done, all around. :-)
Feb. 13th, 2008 06:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Nowhere near your caliber of Tim/Kon, but I tried.

You're icon makes me sad. :(((
Feb. 14th, 2008 03:33 am (UTC)
Aww! ::blush:: Thanks--you are sweet. I loved it. So there. ;-)

My icon makes me sad, too. Here! A happier one!
Feb. 15th, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
Awww, they're so cute and playful. That one is better. You've redeemed yourself. :DD
Feb. 15th, 2008 06:52 am (UTC)
::curtsies:: I do try.
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Feb. 13th, 2008 06:04 pm (UTC)
Feb. 19th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC)
I'm not an expert? *pouts* I think I'm hurt...or would be, if I was capable of writing smut this hot. *fans self*
Oct. 12th, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
I shouldn't be reading this at work but oh my god, I'm so glad I did. This was delicious. Adventure Comics #3 needs to come faster so Kon and Tim can follow suit. ;]
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