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“Stand on your head.”
With tactile telekinesis that would be easy, Kon thought. Then he blinked and shook his head. He wasn’t going to stand on his head just because Bart said so. Rob, maybe, but Rob usually had a good reason for his stupid seeming orders. If only he’d give some fun orders like for Kon to get on his knees… He shook his head.
“Nope, I snapped right out of it,” Kon said. “I can get into the trance but nothing else.”
“We’re 0 for 2,” Bart said, holding the hypnosis device. “Let’s see how our standard human does.”
“There’s nothing standard about Rob,” Kon protested and blushed at Rob’s cocked eyebrow. Okay, he might have been a little too emphatic.
“I meant biologically,” Bart explained.
“You know I’ve been trained to resist hypnosis, right?” Rob said.
“So don’t resist,” Kon said. “Just relax and let the JL certified medical equipment take you to a happy place.”
“Hypnosis doesn’t work on everybody,” Rob warned as Bart brought him a chair. He sat down.
Kon got up from his chair and stood in front of Rob. They were doing this in the living room of the Titans’ Tower and he didn’t want to be across the room if something interesting happened.
“Okay, I’m going to count backward from ten,” Bart began after pushing a button on the box they’d “borrowed” from the Justice League infirmary. He was carefully point the active end towards Rob. “When I reach one, you’ll fall deeply asleep. Ten, nine, eight…”
The litany was soothing even without the box’s science working on him. Kon had to reign his thoughts in from imagine other things Bart could be saying. He watched Rob intently, waiting for the moment the device sent him into a trance.
It happened just as Bart said “one.” The tension that both enlivened Rob’s face and made Kon’s heart hurt melted away. In a instant, Rob wasn’t poised for action, alert and observing details normal people couldn’t think of, he was just sitting on a chair.
“Holy shit,” Bart said. “I think it worked.”
After Bart’s complete immunity to device and Kon’s resistance, it was a shock to see Rob go all the way under. Now seemed to be just a question of what they should tell him to do. Kon felt spoiled for choice. A great many of those choices were bad ideas and they didn’t have Rob to vet them.
“What’s your name?” Kon went for the obvious.
“Robin.”
That was to be expected. It was the first thing he would be asked after all.
“What’s your secret identity?” Bart followed the pattern they’d established with him.
Rob hesitated. After a moment, he asked, “Which one?”
Kon and Bart glanced at each other. How could Rob have more than one secret identity? That was something you only had one of, right? How complicated a question could they ask anyways.
“Whichever one you don’t want to tell us about.”
“Caroline Hill.”
Kon stared at Rob. He’d known Robin had done undercover work as a woman but that wasn’t the same as having a secret identity. He glanced at Bart who had furrowed his brow in thought. The speedster from the future was probably trying to remember how gender worked. Kon was trying to remember, too. Something beyond the image of Rob in a skirt that Kon could just flip up and…
“Are you trans?” he asked, unable to find a delicate way to put it.
“Genderfluid.”
Kon was a terrible friend for not knowing this but also that his first thought was how good Rob would look in heels. He fully supported his best friend’s gender, especially if he could support it with his mouth.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bart asked.
“I didn’t want to explain. I’m usually a boy with you guys so it didn’t seem worth it.”
“Thank you for telling us,” Kon said. “Do you have any other names?”
“Just Timothy Drake and Alvin Draper.”
“We’ve met them,” Bart said. He gave Kon a ‘now what?’ look.
“Stand on one foot,” Kon said.
Rob stood and raised one foot. He balanced effortlessly. If Kon couldn't see that Rob had raised a foot, he wouldn't have been able to tell Rob was balancing on one foot. His muscles were probably doing amazing things.
"Take off your shirt," Kon said before he could help himself.
"Kon!" Bart said as Rob pulled his shirt off. "I don't think we should ask him to do stuff like that."
"It's fine, we're shirtless all the time."
Though Kon didn't get a chance to look at Rob while he just stood there. He wasn't ripped like a movie star. He had wonderfully sculpted arms though and pecs Kon wanted to bite. It's not that Kon was in denial about his attraction, it's just that he understood it was supposed to be kept on the down low.
"That's not the same as taking off your shirt under hypnosis."
"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" Kon didn't wait for an answer before taking his t-shirt off. He still caught Bart rolling his eyes at him. "What else are we going to ask Rob to do?"
“Stand on your head,” Bart instructed.
Rob flipped forward and effortlessly went into a full handstand. The muscles of his back bunched and flexed and Kon wanted to run his tongue over them. While Rob didn’t move his muscles flexed continuously to keep his balance. Kon was adjusting his jeans when Bart elbowed him in the side.
“Ow,” Kon said for effect. “What did you do that for?”
“Don’t ogle him, it’s rude.”
“But his everything is right there.”
“Not actually his everything. And, no, you can’t tell him to take off his pants.”
Kon sighed and Rob’s form wavered so Bart let him come down. He fell forward and rolled back up into a standing position. He turned and came back to stand in front Kon and Bart.
“How’re you doing, Rob?”
“Fine.” The serene and placid look on Rob’s face was starting to be disconcerting.
“Maybe we should let him back up?” Kon asked.
“We could try something post-hypnotic.”
“Sure. Hey, Rob, when I clap my hands you’ll say ‘Kon, you’re absolutely right.’”
Kon clapped his hands.
“Kon, you’re absolutely right.”
Bart snickered. “If this works, I’m going to record it.”
“Okay, I’m going to count up to ten and when I reach ten, you’re going to wake up without any memory of what happened when you were asleep.” Bart pressed another button on the device. “One, two, three…”
This time Kon watched for his friend to come back to himself. It happened in stages, Rob getting more alert and focused with every second that passed until Bart reached ten and he was all there.
“What happened to my shirt?” he asked.
“We were seeing if you would take it off,” Kon answered.
“And that meant you took yours off.”
“It seemed fair.”
They both looked at Bart.
“Nobody asked me to take mine off.” He folded his arms over his chest.
“I’m asking now,” Kon said. “Rob said it would be fair.”
“Rob said a lot things.”
“Like what?” The suspicion in Rob’s voice made Kon’s heart hurt.
“Uh, your secret identity,” Kon tried.
“Which you already knew.”
“You said it was Caroline Hill,” Bart, as usual, trampled over Kon’s attempt at delicacy.
Rob stilled for an instant and then mask came down. “Oh. What do you think about that?”
“I really need to see you in a dress.” Kon said it as a joke but he hoped Rob would hear the subtext of: we’re fine, we’re still the same, don’t worry. And for good measure, he clapped his hands.
Rob turned an eyebrow on him. “Tried a post-hypnotic suggestion, did you?”
“Yeah, but it didn’t work.”
“Small favours,” Rob muttered. “Now what?”
“We could hypnotized you again?” Bart suggested. “We only brought you up to see if the suggestion would work.”
“Fine, whatever,” Rob said. He crossed his arms and stared at them. It really showed off his forearms.
“Hey, if you don’t want to, that’s cool,” Kon reassured him. “We’re just curious about how far you’ll go.”
Rob pushed to consider this before saying, “Okay, it’s not like you can make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
Bart smirked. “You wanted to take off your shirt?”
Rob’s cheeks tinted pink. “Maybe I didn’t not want to take it off.”
Kon considered the implications while Bart put Rob under. That nearly sounded like permission to ask for inappropriate things. Kon’s pants got tight thinking it about it. Having Rob willing to fulfill every one of his filthy desires was certainly an image to conjure with.
“Kon, stop perving and ask him something,” Bart interrupted.
“Do you like sucking cock?” he asked before his brain could catch up with him.
“Kon!” Bart shouted, gleefully scandalized.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to suck my cock?” In for a penny in to get pounded.
“Yes.”
Bart grabbed Kon’s elbow and hauled him away from Rob. There wasn’t enough room for them to get out of earshot but maybe a little distance would keep him from responding to their conversation.
“You can’t ask him that,” Bart said. “It isn’t fair. You know he wouldn’t answer if he weren’t hypnotized.”
“I don’t know that. I’ve never asked him about sucking cock before.” And why hadn’t he? Was he just using hypnotism as an excuse? This time he would let Rob remember what happened. “You heard him, he can’t be made to do anything he doesn’t want to do. It’s like mind control.”
“That’s stupid, mind control doesn’t work like that. If it did, it wouldn’t be mind control.”
“It does, watch,” Kon turned to Rob, “stab Bart.” Rob didn’t even twitch. Kon turned back to Bart. “See!”
“Hey! What if he’d tried to stab me?” Bart exclaimed.
“He doesn’t have a knife and you have superspeed.”
“You got lucky,” Bart grumbled. “That doesn’t mean you can just be like, ‘Rob, get naked.’”
Kon is looking at Bart, trying to figure out some counter argument when he catches movement in his peripheral vision. It’s Rob. Stepping out of his pants. He’s naked. Oh Rao, he’s hot. And…
“Oh, come on that’s not fair,” Kon moaned.
Rob was hung. He was long and thick and Kon want to feel that weight in his hand, on his tongue. Rob’s cock was pale pink and his circumcision scar a slightly darker accent before the head. It was rising in twitching steps. Apparently you could get hard while hypnotized.
Kon stared. This felt like something he should check of his bucket list: see Rob hard. Relaxation spilled over his muscles. The vision before him blotting out thought. He stepped toward Rob.
“You should get naked,” a voice said.
Yes, he should. He undid his jeans and pushed them to the floor, letting his red and black boxer briefs go with them. He sighed as his cock sprang free. A trick with TTK let him step out of his jeans and his socks. He was naked and that meant he could close the distance to Rob.
“Kiss him.”
Right after he got his hand on that cock. Rob groaned and then there was a hand on Kon’s cock. Rob had good fingers. Kon kissed Rob and the relaxation wavered. Something was going on but Rob was kissing his neck now and jerking him off and a body was pressed against him.
“Get on your knees.” This voice was deeper, more commanding. If his knees weren’t where he wanted to be, Kon would have told it to fuck off.
Kon had a big mouth, in every sense of the word but it stretched to the limit to welcome that cock. He wanted to be good for Rob but he couldn’t use any of his usual blow job tricks. There wasn’t any room for his tongue to move. His lips were stretched too far for him to properly suck. All he could was relax and take advantage of not needing to breath.
“Fuck, Kon, you’re so good,” the deeper voice said and Kon knew there was something wrong with that but was unwilling to risk the cock being taken from his mouth. “Bart, you’re gonna want to get in on this. I’ve never had someone take my cock so easily.”
The cock—Rob’s cock, Kon thought muzzily—began to fuck his face. Rob began to fuck his face. Kon grabbed a hip with one hand for balance and played with his cock with the other. He didn’t want to get off, not yet, but jerking off while sucking cock was one of his favourite things.
Each pump of Rob’s cock dragged his lips back and forth along its length. Spit and drool slicked the way and each thrust was easier that the last. Rob was cursing under his breath and his hips slapped against Kon’s face. Each time Rob’s cock head pushed into his throat, Kon’s cock pulsed with pleasure. Tears leaked from his eyes.
“You doing okay, Kon? I’m almost there,” Rob asked.
Kon nodded as best he could when Rob had withdrawn far enough to let him move his head. The thrusting picked up the pace. Kon wondered if his lips could turn inside out. His hand on his cock matched the pace of the cock in his throat. Pressure built and he had to keep going. He fought to keep himself relaxed enough around Rob. He was open and welcoming. He lit up with pleasure. Rob was coming down his throat and Kon milked him as best he could. He was coming. He came.
When Rob was finished he pulled out and Kon was coughing and gasping and fell over. The relaxation was replaced with post orgasm lethargy.
“Grife, that was hot.”
Kon blinked and turned to glare at Bart who had the poor taste to be completely dressed. “You little shit, you hypnotized me.”
“Oops,” Bart said. “In my defence, it was really sexy.”
Kon sprawled on the floor. “I trusted you and you turned me into a cocksleeve for my best friend.”
“Boyfriend,” Rob corrected.
Kon jerked his head up. “What?”
“We’re boyfriends now that we’ve finally had sex,” Rob said patiently.
“What about Bart?” Kon asked to the ceiling as he lay his head back down. The floor was such a comfort in these trying times.
“He hasn’t had sex with us yet.”
“I was the puppet master, doesn’t that count?” Bart whined.
“Not when I wasn’t hypnotized and Kon was too slutty to notice.”
Kon propped himself up on his elbows. “What do you mean you weren’t hypnotized?”
“I faked the whole thing to see what you’d do.” Rob smirked. “It went as I expected.”
“Ugh, you’re the worst.” Kon lay back down and flung an arm over his eyes. Floor wouldn’t betray him like that. “When I can move, I’m going to pound you into next week.”
“Not until I get some,” Bart said. “I’m not watching next time.”
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Rob said.
Kon decided against getting up. The floor was as good a place as any to get ready for Bart. Rob lay down next to him and Kon wrapped his arm around him.
“We good?” Rob asked.
“We good,” Kon affirmed.
Hypnotism was the best.