Thirteen years old (and learn to fly)

by MyPride

Summary:

He's twelve years old when he begins to question his feelings, the way he looks at other boys and the changes in his body, but it is not until he is thirteen that he really begins to understand what he's feeling and what the emotion that has been stirring in his soul for years means, This symphony that he hears in his ears and that accompanies him until the evening, and that he still listens to among the chirping of the birds and the sounds of the countryside, now lost in the contemplation of Damian's face, who sits by his side, lit up by the rays of that sun that clears the sky.

Jon breathes in the morning air at the top of his lungs and watches the sun-kissed farm roofs, soaking up the rays like a sponge as he sits on the silo in the middle of the countryside.

He loves being there. He loves to feel the warmth of the rays on his skin, the warmth that seems to rise up there from the earth itself, and the smell of freshly plowed fields, of loosened clods of earth and gasoline burned by tractors, smells and tastes that have been with him all his young life, but seem new now that everything seems more vivid thanks to the awakening of his powers. He can feel everything within a thousand miles, he can lift a tractor above his head and fold it in his hands as if it were a stick of butter, he can shoot laser beams out of his eyes and be bulletproof, he can do so much more, but... but Damian still teases him 'cause he hasn't learned to fly yet.

It's funny to think that it all started right here in Smallville, between them. On a tank in the city, where they solidified their partnership, where they learned to be a team, and where they became great friends, albeit in their own ways. Since then, they have been through a lot, faced great challenges and become inseparable, and it is strange how, year after year, Jon has begun to see Damian in a different light.

He's twelve years old when he begins to question his feelings, the way he looks at other boys and the changes in his body, but it is not until he is thirteen that he really begins to understand what he's feeling and what the emotion that has been stirring in his soul for years means, This symphony that he hears in his ears and that accompanies him until the evening, and that he still listens to among the chirping of the birds and the sounds of the countryside, now lost in the contemplation of the face of Damian, who sits by his side, lit up by the rays of that sun that clears the sky.

He's thirteen years old and he's sitting on a silo in the middle of the countryside with his best friend. He's thirteen years old, and Damian just leans over to him, brushes his lips, barely touches him, and that's where Jon learns to fly.