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“We gotta christen it or something, yeah?” Kon says, coming up behind him and kissing Tim’s neck. “Sex on every surface.”
Goosebumps break out across Tim’s skin. “I'll leave that to you and Bart.”
He ducks out from under Kon’s arm and walks into their new apartment. Flat. Renovated industrial redbrick in the middle of Blüdhaven that Dick was graciously renting out to him, Kon, and Bart.
“Three bedroom, two and a half bath, one hidden elevator and subterranean secret lair,” jokes Dick, teetering up behind them with a stack of boxes. Conner quickly takes the load and whisks away.
Tim clasps his brother on the shoulder. “It's perfect, Dick. Thank you.”
It was. Plenty of space for the three of them, with the hidden infrastructure needed to operate undetected as superheros. Gotham was close enough that Tim could still be present in the city, yet far enough away that there was little chance they could accidentally violate Bruce’s archaic no-meta decree. Blüdhaven had no such rules.
Bart zips in with a rush of static and trail of wind kicking up behind him. “I call dibs on biggest bedroom!”
“We're sharing a bedroom, you dolt!” splutters Kon from one of the rooms.
“That still means I get the biggest!”
Later, after Dick has left and the three of them collapse together on their too-small couch, Tim is able to relax at last. Moving was stressful, even when you had two super-powered individuals helping out. It's not his first time living away from home, so to say, but it is the first time he's done so with his best friends, his partners.
Bart slips cold toes up the opening leg of his pants, wiggling them against his ankle. Tim jumps and turns to glare at him, but the smaller boy gives him a skeezy grin and an even skeezier waggle of his brows. “So. New place…. We should christen it.”
Tim leans in close to kiss Kon. Just a peck on the lips and he's gone.
But Kon is quick to chase him down for another, and another, and quickly Tim has to pull away because the feeling is overwhelming and gross.
Kon smiles understandingly.
“Ugh,” Red Hood rolls his eyes. He's in the helmet, so the movement is over-exaggerated and dramatic in a way that has Red Robin chucking. “Lighten Up, Red. When's the last time you got laid?”
Tim pauses. He didn't actually… know… He didn't think about it. How long had it been? Definitely a couple months, maybe over half a year. He cringes.
It had passed so quickly and Tim hadn't even noticed.
Hood's voice is distorted by the modulator on his mask, but he still manages to make it clear he's being a sardonic shit.“Wow. Two partners and you're still not getting any dick? Sad.”
Tim is not ready to tell Jason. Not yet anyway. The family was a weird mix of fiercely protective over each other’s secrets and massive gossips. He's not sure which side of the spectrum this little tidbit would end up on, and wasn’t ready to face this outpouring of attention it would garner him.
Not that he thinks that the family will react negatively.
They could just be so dramatic sometimes.
He and Supernova are underground, pouring over a case file at the computer when Bart skids to a stop beside them.
“Why don’t we try a schedule?”
Robin blinks, exchanges glances with Nova. The other boy looks just as lost as he is. “A schedule for what, exactly?”
“For sex!”
Robin suppresses a sigh, but just barely.
He’s working and doesn’t exactly want to talk about this right now, but Bart has that determined glint in his eye that means he’s not ready to back down without a fight. So reluctantly, he closes the VPN connection with the Bat-computer and peels off his mask.
“A schedule?”
“Yeah, maybe if we schedule days, for like, dates and sexy time, it will help take some of the pressure of spontaneity off of you and will be a little easier,” explains Bart, with all the confidence of a person who was extensively well read on the subject. Begrudgingly, Tim let himself appreciate the effort. It made his heart warm. Bart’s passion was one of the reasons he loved the man so much.
He mulls the idea over. It makes him uneasy.
“Pressure isn’t the problem, though. I just,” Tim shrugs a shoulder, “don’t really think about it.”
Bart waves his hands wildly. “It's not something you think about, it's something you feel.”
“I dunno, I think about it plenty,” laughs Kon.
Bart shoots him a glare - he hated when Kon undermined him - and Tim runs a soothing hand over Bart's back. Think or feel, he didn't do much of either. In fact, he probably spent more time being grossed out by it than anything else. He gives Bart a sympathetic smile.
“Well,” Tim can practically see Bart shifting gears behind those big yellow eyes, “well, what if we had some kind of system, or a code word? You can use it, when you're feeling horny, and we'll know, but it's not, ya’know, you don't have to say anything explicit or anything like that.”
It's not going to work, an ugly feeling at the pit of Tim's stomach hisses. The shame. The guilt. He sighs.
“Babe,” Tim tries softly, breaking out the big guns. “Haven't we already tried stuff like this?”
Bart shrugs. “Yeah, but…. I just thought maybe since we had our own place now, it might be easier to, I dunno, get into. Nobody else popping up or hearing us. It's been nice so far, with me and Kon…”
Golden eyes shift to Kon and back. Bart lifts a shoulder, lets it drop, chews his lip, scuffs his toe. He's never done well with talking about the harder stuff. “I just miss ya sometimes. I mean, I know you’re right here. But it's like- I miss touching you. And being with you. Like that. Its a- its different than normal. And I want that. Sometimes.”
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt. He swallows it down, pulls Bart to his side. The smaller boy folds into him, wrapping his arms tight around Tim. From over his head, Tim and Kon lock eyes. Kon gives him a tight smile, probably going for reassuring but missing by a mile.
“Okay. Let’s try something. Doesn't hurt to try.”
“Hey,” Tim calls, waving Kon over, “come here.”
Kon crosses the room in two strides with a smile and a wassup .
“Lay down.” Tim pats his chest, and spreads his arms wide for Kon to fit into.
“On top of you? I’ve got like eighty pounds on you, dude,” Kon says fondly, shaking his head in disbelief. He clamors on the couch with Tim anyway. There’s barely enough room for Kon to lay down alone (Tim should really look into buying them bigger furniture) but if the Kryptonian tucks his head in the crook of Tim's shoulder and hangs his feet off the arm, they’re able to fit one on top of the other.
Tim sighs deeply, content. This was the bone-deep satisfaction he had been looking for. He slides his hands under Kon’s arms and wraps them around his ribs, feeling the larger boy’s slow breaths expand and contract in his chest before they fanned out across his neck.
“Love you,” he says into Kon’s hair.
A small, single kiss is placed against the column of his throat. “Love you, too.”
Bart was always sweet and subdued after Kon had his way with him. The two were a good match, whose powers and sexual proclivities aligned well. It was one of the few activities that could genuinely wear Bart out.
So Tim enjoyed being the person a tired Bart sought out after sex. A sweet, sleepy, cuddly little treasure crawling into Tim's arms.
Even if he occasionally still smelled of sweat and cum.
“You're just better at aftercare,” Bart tells him, interrupting Tim's work to climb onto his lap. He's still naked and sticky, and Tim tries not to turn his nose up at the feeling. He likes this , he reminds himself. Even when Bart was, frankly, disgusting. Kon always showers after. Thankfully one of them has the courtesy to clean up sometimes.
“At least bring a blanket with you, or a towel,” Tim tells the other boy, but he gathers him up in his arms just the same. He winces as a wet combination of cum and lube leaks out of Bart and onto his pants.
Bart simply sighs and rests his head against Tim's shoulder. The thrum of energy that usually pulses through the small speedster is quieted.
This was why Tim loved taking care of his sleepy, fucked out boyfriend. Being the one the speedster turns to in this vulnerable state for quiet affection. It was like seeing a different, secret side of Bart. Only for Kon and him. He kisses the top of Bart’s sweat-wet head and squeezes him tight.
“Kon treat you good?”
He can feel Bart’s grin against his neck. “Always.”
Bart brings an arm up to wrap around Tim’s neck and snuggles closer. He’s quiet for a while, with long, slow breaths. If not for the eyelashes tickling his throat, Tim might have thought Bart had fallen asleep. But before long he can feel Bart's eyes fluttering closed against his skin and can hear Bart murmur softly, “Love you, Timmy.”
“Oof, that ass,” Cassie says appreciatively, watching Supernova fly off in front of them. “If there is one thing I miss, it's all those rippling muscles. Helps that he's big everywhere, huh?”
Tim laughs. She wasn’t serious, of course. Cassie had long been one-hundred-percent not interested in Kon anymore, had been there, done that and was over it. She had figured a lot about herself out, and her and Cissie were beyond happy together. The two had celebrated their three year anniversary a couple weeks back. Tim, Bart, and Conner had gone to the party.
Also it was also cruel to deprive Conner of the compliments. Supernova practically lived for praise.
Tim glances over at Cassie and thinks. If there were anyone outside of his relationship he could tell, it would be her. The four of them had been through hell and back over the years. Nobody else knew them better.
“I actually don’t… That’s not really my thing,” he shrugs a shoulder, not able to look at Cassie, “The sex stuff…”
Cassie takes it like a pro. She doesn't stop to think about it. Doesn't ask questions. He wonders if Kon told her, or if she had figured it out herself at some point.
What she does do, is throw a companionable arm around his shoulder and laugh loudly in his ear. “Ew, what's the point then? It's all he's good for.”
Tim curls an arm around Cassie, grinning. He gives her a look, a half squeeze, a thank you for not making it a big deal . “Its not all. He carries heavy stuff too.”
Tim slides into bed behind Bart with a sigh. The night had been long, exhausting, and Tim was most certainly walking away from it with more bruises than when he started. He had already passed Kon on the way in, who was waking up with the sun in typical Kent family fashion. The other man had caught him in the hallway, given him a smooch and a slap on the ass, before he bade Tim good night. It was a relief to walk into their dark bedroom, strip down to boxers, and pull his speedster close beneath the sheets.
Bart may be more awake than he seems, for he gives a contented hum when Tim shuffles beside him. He smells fresh and clean. Must have showered the night before, for the scent of his shampoo lingers strong on the pillow. Tim buries his face in Bart's hair, stealing the scent right from the source, leaving the smaller boy giggling.
The bone-deep exhaustion Tim had been feeling before this doesn't seem so pressing anymore. He slides an arm around Bart, holding him still as the other boy wiggles away from the breaths tickling his neck.
Playfully, Bart presses back against him. Until his spine is curved delicately and his backside is grinding up against Tim's front. Tim gasps. It's actually nice, the pressure feels good and it ignites something inside of him.
He wraps himself around Bart, chest to back. His fingers find purchase on Bart's narrow hips, and Tim encourages the smaller man to grind back against him. It's really nice. Bart is sleepy and warm, and here in the dark, quiet intimacy of their bed Tim finds himself hard. Actually aroused and interested for once.
He leans in to tell Bart as much, kisses the soft skin of his shoulder on the journey, but as unexpectedly as it started, it stops.
Bart seems to come into himself and realizes what he's doing. Squawking, he pulls his hips back with a jerk. His sleepy golden eyes go wide, gaining clarity.
“Tim! Sorry, sorry.”
Tim's clenches his eyes shut and swallows down a groan of disappointment.
“Bart, it's okay. Keep going.”
“Are you…” Bart sits up. “What?”
Tim manhandles him back down, pulls the smaller man's ass up against him again, so Bart could feel the hardness filling out between his legs. “Come on. It's okay.”
Bart twists his head around and Tim captures his lips. Kissing is wet and gross, probably always would be for him, but chasing after Bart's mouth was fun. Biting at his lips and tongue got interesting reactions out of the smaller boy. So though it wasn't his favorite, he enjoyed the act for what it did to his partner. Could probably do it all day if his sex drive would let him.
He pulls away from Bart's mouth with a loud smack. A pretty flush paints the speedster's cheeks, his pink lips spit-shiney as they pull into a grin.
“Kon won't want to miss this!”
A jolt of panic rushes through Tim. He wanted Kon to be there with them, sure. He loves Kon and would never want to exclude him on purpose. But stopping meant he had time to think, time for his body to decide it wasn't actually interested.
“No, no, no, please,” he starts, but Bart is already wiggling out of his arms. “Wait, Bart-”
“I'll be back in a second!”
“Don't-” but the speedster takes off, leaving Tim alone with a hard dick and his thoughts, “-leave.”
Tim sighs and lays back. He closes his eyes, tries to cling onto that warm intimate energy that just him and Bart grinding together in the sheets had. Just them, no pressure. It was nice, he could have gotten off on it. He could have had sex with his partner for the first time in, god how long had it been. Nearly a year?
Tim thinks about touching himself, to prolong the feeling until the other man returned, but that thought is quickly dismissed. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a lot of experience touching himself; it just never interested him. Kon and Bart probably knew his body better than Tim himself did. Which is a… depressing thought. He can feel himself wilting, the arousal curdling sour in his chest now.
Tim gets up from the bed and pads to the bathroom. He's in the shower before either Bart or Kon return.
A chill travels down Tim's spine.
The sound of Bart and Kon making out got under his skin. He hates the smacking kisses and obscene moans, and it all just sounded so wet .
Apparently they had managed to go from zero to one hundred in the time it took Tim to make the popcorn.
“Ugh, gross,” he complains, and they pull apart with a jolt.
There's a red blush staining Bart's cheeks and his hair is a mess, but the look he gives Tim from atop Kon is self satisfied. He's insanely attractive when confident and smug, so Tim can forgive their little tryst.
“Come on, move over,” Tim says with a good-natured sigh. The two scoot apart. And Bart snatches away the popcorn bowl as soon as Tim retakes his spot between them.
“He's a demon,” Kon whispers loudly, curling an arm around Tim. Bart throws a handful of popcorn at them.
Tim laughs. “I believe you.”
Tim doesn't know how Kon knows. Maybe it's a weird kind of super-vision - like his x-ray vision, but for arousal. Horny-vision.
He doesn't think he has any tells, and they certainly weren't messing around before this. But Tim is feeling…. He's feeling it , and he leans in close to Kon and curls his fingers in the fabric of his shirt.
For a split second, Kon looks appropriately surprised; they hadn’t messed around in a while, after all. Then he's swinging Tim around, pressing him back against the counter, and sinks to his knees right there in the middle of the kitchen.
“Okay, wonder boy?” he asks, popping open the button of Tim's jeans.
Tim's already gasping as Kon fondles him through his boxers. “Yeah, yeah. Please.”
Kon takes him into his mouth without fanfare. No playing around, no moments of hesitation that would make them miss this opportunity. Kon swallows him down to the hilt and looks up at him through thick, dark lashes. Tim's glad he's up against the countertop for his knees go weak as Kon sucks him.
“Oh shit,” gasps Tim, and bites his knuckles.
Tim slips his eyes closed, reminds himself to keep focusing on Kon, to not let his mind wander. It's nearly overwhelming, but at least Tim could yank at Kon's curls without worrying about hurting the other boy.
Kon pulls off, reaches up and guides Tim's hand away from his mouth.
“Tell me I'm doing good,” Kon asks, and his voice- god his voice. Deep and warm and rough from taking Tim to the back of his throat.
He sinks back down Tim's cock and Tim lets out a pathetic sound.
“Good, good, you're doing good.” He doesn’t know what to say, lets his mouth babble so he doesn’t have to think about it too much. “Jesus- your mouth Kon. It's so good. I could come.”
Kon's moaning around him as he slips a hand into his own pants.
His mouth is hot and tight, his movements quick and efficient as he bobs his head up and down. Tim wonders if this is how Bart likes it. Somehow, the thought turns him on even more.
He grips hard at the countertop with one hand, holds his shirt out of Kon’s face with the other. Down the line of his body, he watches his cock disappear between Kon's lips, can see him working himself in his jeans. It's a good thing Kon can keep him steady one-handed, because Tim feels his legs quake.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” he asks, and groans as Kon’s moan vibrates around him.
He comes quietly, biting into the skin of his hand again. Kon drinks it all down, nose pressed into Tim’s stomach until Tim pushes him away, overwhelmed.
Kon pulls off but not away, digs his forehead into Tim’s abdomen and jerks himself off hard and fast. He comes with a grunt. His hot, panting breath sinks in through Tim's jeans, soaks the skin of his hip in warmth.
Tim tucks himself back into his pants, clutching at Kon’s head to keep from jostling him.
“Thank you,” he breathes. His mouth is dry.
Grinning, Kon pops to his feet and wipes crudely at his mouth. “Pleasure was all mine, baby.”
Tim pulls him in for a kiss, but thinks better of it and kisses his cheek instead.
“Wow, no kiss on the lips after a blowjob? That's usually considered rude, you know.” Kon teases. He reaches past Tim, wipes the cum he caught in his hand with a paper towel. Tim wrinkles his nose.
“Just…. Sorry, just wash up please.” What a mood-ruiner. He cringes.
“I know, I know.”
Kon leaves to brush his teeth while Tim gulps down a glass of water. He feels good, a little drained but nice. Sweet, soft endorphins flood his system. Determined, he clings to it.
Kon could always go a second time.
“Bart!” He calls, stalking through the house in the direction Kon disappeared to. He pulls his shirt off, throws it somewhere behind him. “What are you up to right now?”
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Kon is hot, Tim could not deny it. He had eyes.
It was just…. weird when Kon walks around the house shirtless and Tim feels the gross need to cringe and look away. There's nothing sexual about it, he shouldn't be this uncomfortable, but the nakedness gets to him.
“Put on a shirt, please,” Tim mumbles.
Kon bitches about it - “You're really going to deprive the world of all this?!” - but his smile is understanding and Tim knows his complaining is all for show anyway.
“Oh, so that’s why you never wanted to make out with me on patrol,” laughs Spoiler.
Red Robin scoffs. “What? I made out with you plenty.”
“I can count on one hand all the times you took me up on the offer. I always thought you were just too busy being cool and mysterious.”
He can see the smile through her mask. She gives him a playful shove which he reciprocates, before she lunges forward and ensnares him in a hard-knuckled noogie.
“Good for you!” Spoiler shrieks at him. If they weren’t on a rooftop, fifteen stories up, Red might be worried about being overheard. “I’m glad you’re figuring stuff out. Proud of you.”
They settle together in a companionable silence, feet dangling over the edge as they overlook Gotham. Tim’s glad he told Stephanie. It's like a weight off his chest he hadn’t realized was there. He could breathe easier.
Steph knocks a friendly elbow into his side. “Thanks for telling me, boy wonder.”
She's grinning beneath the mask, and he can't help but smile too.
When Bart steps out of the shower, Tim’s waiting with towel in hand. Surprise flashes over the speedster’s face, but he accepts it with a smile.
“Tired from patrol?” asks Tim. Bart nods. “Dry off. Meet me in the bedroom when you're done.”
Unsurprisingly, Bart makes it to the room first, dry and dressed in a clean pair of pajamas. Tim waves a dismissive hand at them.
“You don't need those.”
A grin creeps over Bart's face, excited. “Oh. Why not?”
A small part of Tim deflates. “Its not sex. It's…. something else. Instead.”
In a flash, the pajamas are folded neatly atop their dresser and Bart’s standing stark naked in front of him. He pushes the smaller boy back towards the bed. Bart gives him a confused look, but clambers on. Their mattress is overly large, and Bart looks tiny laying in it alone, surrounded by a mountain of pillows.
“Ya sure this isn't sex?” Bart asks as Tim starts to undress.
Between his legs, Bart’s dick is beginning to take interest.
“Tell him to calm down,” Tim orders, pointing at it with an authoritative snap. Naked, he climbs up the bed towards Bart. “It's not sex. I wanted to lay with you- like this. It thought you might like just… touching.”
He settles himself across Bart, naked bodies slotted together like puzzles. Then for a dizzying second, the word flips upside down, and he finds himself on his back, Bart laying on top of him instead.
“Sorry. This is better. Gotta move, gotta move.” Bart kicks his feet into the mattress for emphasis.
Tim bushes Bart’s hair away from their faces as he settles into the crook of Tim’s neck. They’re pressed together, hip to hip, legs tangled, and Tim can feel Bart’s quick breaths fan out across his chest. It was intimate. Bart was clean and soft, smelling of the shampoo Tim loved. His jackrabbit-quick heartbeat thrummed against him.
“This is perfect, Tim.” Bart sighs, relaxing, sinking into him. “Thank you.”
“Yeah? I was hoping the skin-to-skin contact would improve connection. There are a lot of benefits to it…” He feels like he's reciting from a textbook. Bart could probably tell him which one.
Bart doesn't say anything though, just hums contentedly.
“I can't always do what Kon does,” Tim starts, trying again. He clears his throat. “With the whole, sex thing.”
Bart lifts his head.
Tim barrels on. “But there are other ways we can be intimate. I have a few ideas, like this, so let me know when you're feeling down. We can try them.”
Bart rests his sharp chin on Tim's chest, giving him a forlorn look from under his lashes. “I'm sorry I said I wanted to have more sex.”
“Don't be. You were expressing a need.”
“But it's not fair to you.”
Tim grunts and ignores the voice in the back of his head that reminds him he's the weird one, he was the one that couldn't give his partner what he wanted. No good would come from sulking and feeling bad about it though. The best thing to do was to work on it and… communicate .
Neither of them were the best at that.
He pets Bart's mess of hair, and the smaller boy settles back down with a sigh. “We'll figure things out, Bart. We always have.”
“What's all this then?” Interrupts a deep voice, and he and Bart turn to see Kon leaning in the doorway. At the realization that they're both naked, a lurid smile creeps over Kon’s face. “We having sex?”
“No, ” Tim and Bart respond together.
“We're connecting,” explains Bart. Tim can practically see the pervy I know a few ways to connect sliding through Kon's mind.
“Join us,” Tim offers instead.
Kon wastes zero time stripping down and climbing into bed. He sidles up next to them both, until they're all touching, and drapes a heavy arm over Bart's back.
“This is nice too,” muses Kon. “It's not sex, but nice.”
“It was Tim's idea.”
Kon smiles and runs his lips softly over Tim's shoulder. “Mm. Of course it was. Our genius.”
Their room is quiet, and darkening with the afternoon sun. It was still early for him, but between the soft bed and combined warmth of his partners surrounding him, Tim could easily fall asleep.
Bart is the first to succumb. Already tired from the day’s patrol, one minute the speedster announces, "I think I'm going to fall asleep,” and the next he's out, snoring like a chainsaw on Tim's chest.
Gently as he can, Kon uses his TTK to help settle Bart into bed and they both slip away. They toss a blanket over him, but Bart is already spreading out in the empty space, legs kicking and taking up far more space than seemed possible. The blanket is halfway off the floor by the time they step away.
“That was a good idea,” Kon tells him, voice low so as to not disturb Bart. He gives Tim's bare ass a playful smack. “We should be naked more often.”
“Hm.” His eyes slide away as Kon pulls his clothes back on. He’s been working on being more comfortable with nakedness outside of utilitarian purposes. “What about you? Are you… Is there anything you need? That I can do for you?”
“Nah, I get by. It's different for him, he…” Kon scratches the back of his neck, searching for a way to properly describe just how extraordinary Bart was, “He’s different.”
He was, but the Kryptonian was too.
“You’ll tell me if there’s anything you need though, right?”
“‘Course, babe.”
Tim pulls Kon in for a kiss. Tries to pour all his love and affection and appreciation in the simple press of his lips.
It's late at night, and Kon and Bart are having sex by the time he gets home. He knows it by the crudely placed sock on the bedroom door handle. He also knows it by the loud moaning coming from within.
Tim rolls his eyes and heads for the guest room.
He appreciates the warning, but a sock on the handle was a little college dorm of them. Maybe that was something they should consider, now that they were living together. Some signal a little more dignified than… that.
Almost in afterthought, he wonders if he should go back and join them, but then realizes- That's exactly what it was, and afterthought. He was tired. Sleep called to him like a siren. Let Kon and Bart have their fun.
Despite the inconvenience, Tim sleeps surprisingly well in the guest room. Thankfully they had agreed to spare no expense on bedding, and he forgets sometimes how peaceful it was not sleeping next to someone that rolled around all night like speedsters tended to do.
Tim wakes with the sun on his face and Kon snoring at his back, beefy arm wrapped around him. Bart is nowhere to be seen- must be at his morning classes already.
He's not sure what time it was, but decides it didn't matter. Tim knots his fingers with Kon’s and closes his eyes again. Sleep comes easily.
“Come here little boy,” Kon growls, shoulder set and stance wide as he lumbers after Bart, pretending to be larger and more bulky than he already was.
Bart was little more than a tinkling whisper of giggles, zipping around the room away from Kon. Tim smiles as a gust of wind blows his bangs into his face and he turns away from his book to watch his boyfriends mess around.
There's barely even a flicker of the boy as Bart speeds through the air, but Kon lurches after him all the same. He’s probably able to spot the boy better than Tim, given his own brand of superspeed. Visions of the speedster blink in and out of view whenever he stops to tease Kon, sticking his tongue out and sounding off a familiar Meep Meep .
Bart pauses a second too long, standing still just enough for Kon to snatch him up. The room devolves into a cacophony of laughter as the two wrestle each other to the ground. Bart’s wiggling half-heartedly, giving a valiant show of trying to squeeze out of Kon's embrace, but it's obvious from his giggling that he enjoys the attention.
The Kryptonian has him pinned, and announces in that fake, growly voice, “I eat little boys for breakfast,” before blowing a large, wet raspberry into Bart's stomach.
“Ew, gross, don't call me that,” Bart cries, barely heard over a fresh storm of laughter when Kon drives his fingers into the speedster’s ticklish sides.
“Stop being so little then!” Kon very nearly shouts. They're riling each other up, the kind of play wrestling that either leads to broken furniture or the two of them fucking on the living room floor.
If clothes start coming off, Tim is out.
Bart yanks at Kon's curls uselessly, trying to pull the larger boy off with no avail. He shoots a hand out in Tim's direction instead. “Tim, help! He's going to eat me!”
“Well, he hasn't had breakfast yet,” teases Tim. “Stop being so small if you don't want to get eaten.”
“Its not my fault!” Bart shrieks, and Tim keeps a chuckle to himself. It really wasn't, but keeping Bart fed was a full time job, and the speedster’s hyper-metabolism at such a young age must have stunted his growth, for no matter how hard he tried to bulk up, Bart wasn't getting any bigger.
Kon looks up at him from the ground, eyes twinkling. He licks his lips, wearing a grin like a predator. “This meal might be too small for me, I need a birdie to top it off.”
His hand shoots out, quick as a bullet and wraps around Tim's ankle, unceremoniously dragging Tim from the couch to the ground with them. Tim squawks, and Bart lets out a shrieking laugh, scrambling to aid in pulling Tim over to them.
“Eat the robin, eat the robin,” Bart chants.
The cage of Kon’s arms is big enough to fit him and Bart both. Tim feels safe inside it, even as Bart wraps arms and legs around him as he mouths at Tim’s neck with loud, fake eating sounds. Kon watches them fondly, wrestling momentarily forgotten.
Bart is strong, but Tim is better at hand-to-hand by a mile, and it's easy to flip the smaller boy, to get him in a hold in the limited space.
In a real fight, Bart would be able to vibrate his way to freedom in an instant. Now, he sticks his tongue out, attacks Tim with big, wet licks wherever he can reach. Tim grimaces. Gross, but ineffectual.
“Your sacrifice, Mr. Kent.” he says, offering the incapacitated speedster.
Kon's smile is endlessly affectionate. “I love you guys.”
Robin scoffs. “Asexual?”
“Its when you don't experience-”
“I know what it is, don't insult me. Why should I care if you're asexual or not?”
Red Robin shrugs a shoulder. He drops two stories to the ground, landing silently behind an unaware goon. The goon goes down easily with a properly aimed pinch to the nerves at his neck. Red hides a smirk. Vulcan death grip.
Robin drops quietly beside him.
“You’re my little brother. Aren't people supposed to come out to their family?”
Damian was also, by Tim’s careful calculations, the least likely to gossip about it to the rest of the family.
Jason was sure to make jokes - annoying, no matter how good-natured they be - and Dick would be supportive- ultra supportive. Too supportive. He wasn't ready to be older-brother’d to death yet. There were still Bi flags falling out of the random places Jason had hid them the first time he came out.
“So. You're asexual.”
Red Robin shrugs. “Something along those lines.”
They finish the night in silence, taking out the rest of the thugs throughout the warehouse with ease. Red can't keep the smile from his face. Losing these idiots and missing out on the new shipment of guns coming in was really going to piss Black Mask off.
It's nearly four in the morning already, so by the time they've managed to drag all the goons together and zip tie them, Tim's yawning. He sends Kon a text while Robin phones Gotham PD, lets his partners know he'll be home in an hour.
They wait until the red and blue sirens can be seen glowing ominously through the marina mist, before grappling off to a nearby building.
This is typically the part of the night where Robin gives him a cold farewell before taking off to the batcave. Now, he lingers, scuffs his bladed boot on the rooftop nervously. Red waits in silence, lets the younger boy think through what he wants to say.
“Sometimes,” Robin starts, an unattractive scowl marring his face as he rolled the words around in his head. “Sometimes I feel as though things with Superboy do not…. align. That perhaps, he thinks about copulating much more than me, and that I… don't."
Red fights back a grin at the confession. It wouldn't be taken well if Robin caught him smiling, but Tim can't help it. He's happy Damian would reveal this part of himself to him. Turns out Dick did not have the monopoly on good big brothering.
Tim can count on one hand the amount of times he's hugged Damian without any sort of violence involved. Their relationship has gotten considerably better over the years, but Damian had never quite grown out of his prickly personality. Even now, as Tim throws an arm around his younger brother, Damian tenses as though waiting for an attack. Tim pulls him to his side instead.
“If you ever need to talk about it, I'm just a phone call away.”
Kon's lips slide against him, and for a moment he gets it. There's an unfamiliar twinge in his heart, and he's chasing his boyfriend's lips when he tries to pull back.
Tim ducks in, kissing Kon hard.
When they part, Kon is smiling, pleased at receiving a little more love than usual.
The thing was, Tim liked thinking about sex occasionally. Especially when it came to his boyfriends. How could he not? Kon was like a walking wet dream, and Bart… god the things he would do to Bart.
In theory, that is. Everything became much messier when tested in reality- when he was involved.
It's not fair, Tim thinks. He wants to want it. He wants to be able to indulge in fantasies, indulge in his partners. The way Bart and Kon love was so fluid and easy. Tim's skin crawls if he's touched the wrong way.
Sometimes he wonders if he should just put up with it, the disgusting feeling that churns his stomach, but Bart and Kon have stopped touching him in ways he was sure to dislike ages ago. And it wasn’t fair for him to ask for them to try again, only to be rejected and pushed off if they did.
It nags at him, like something to solve, a problem to fix. Lingers in the back of his mind when he has to cringe and look away from the men he loves.
He hates this part of himself sometimes.
“Hey, you're not looking at your phone, huh?”
Indeed Red Robin is not. He had been busy pouring over the computer, so engrossed in a report from Nightwing that he had not heard it go off. At some point, Kon had gotten home, changed, and showered without Tim noticing. Hadn't even heard Kon come up behind him.
He shoots the other boy an apologetic smile.
And secretly notes he needs to reconfigure the new alarm notifications again.
There's so many texts unread - mostly from Bart, who had a habit of rapid-firing off strings of messages without waiting for a reply - that Tim can't make out what Kon is asking him to check for.
“What do you want for dinner?” Kon summarizes. “From wherever. Impulse-express is doing pickups tonight.”
“Hm, special delivery. What's the occasion?”
Kon shrugs a shoulder, nonchalant save the smirk across his face. “Satellite fell out of orbit around Chicago, so I went and caught it.”
“Ah…” Red's eyes drift over to his top-most monitor. He had pulled up the news there, intending to stay up to date on the day, but at some point the feed had been hidden under the grainy jpg of a murder victim.
“What do you want for dinner?” Kon reminds him.
“Oh. Just Batburger for me.” Red closes the image. The news is on, replaying an interview from earlier in the day. On screen, Supernova is smiling and winking at the camera. “Number six, with a side of extra sauce.”
A recap rolls through, showcasing Nova's tremendous save once again. The satellite is nearly twenty times Kon's size, but he manages to keep the craft intact as he slows down its deadly descent, landing it safely in the middle of Wrigley field.
“Nice work, Kon!”
Kon’s grin matches Nova’s on screen, handsome and confident.
Tim’s eyes glaze over the files he had been engrossed in. There's a nagging, obsessive voice in the back of his mind telling him to sit down and finish it. Just a few more hours, he could solve it. Another voice - that sounded a little like their old couple’s counselor - reminded him it was important to be present for his partners.
He's half dressed for the night - tunic on top, old sweats still on bottom - but, with a glance at Kon, decided Gotham could go without him for a few hours.
He shoots the family a message in chat, and logs out of the connection.
A wide smile breaks out over Kon's face. “Wow, turning off the computer? I really am getting spoiled tonight.”
Tim lets a smile crack at the edge of his lips. “You just might.”
“Ooooohh, don't tease me, Boy Wonder!”
Bart looked beautiful, dozing shirtless in the afternoon sun, soaking up the warmth like a cat. An obscene amount of his tanned skin was glowing golden in the light streaming through the windows, his auburn hair a fiery red. He’s ethereal, sprawled out and glowing on the floor, and Tim ached to touch.
Carefully, Tim settles on the ground next to Bart so as to not disturb him, but the smaller boy stirs anyway.
“Hey, angel,” he says softly as Bart's eyes open. He slips fingers through the speedster’s hair and leans down to kiss his forehead, sun soaked skin radiant on Tim's lips. Bart hums contentedly and closes his eyes again.
Tim runs a hand awkwardly over Bart's thin chest. A slight frame with muscle stretched over it that held more power behind it than it would seem. Skin that felt burning under Tim's cold fingertips.
Touching wasn't really his thing, but he had seen Kon do it enough times to know how Bart liked it. Gently petting over Bart's bare skin has the boy smiling, stretching with a satisfied groan, seemingly opening up for more like a pup for belly rubs. Flicking a nail over Bart's nipple has him squirming.
Uncertain golden eyes crack open and trace over his face. “I'm gonna get turned on if ya keep touching me like that.”
The idea doesn't sound bad. Doesn't get under his skin like it usually does. Tempted with the prospect of Bart's arousal, he pets lower, drags a heavy hand down Bart's sternum. He presses fingers in the muscles lining his taught stomach.
The smaller boy groans, different this time, both enjoying the attention and unsure how he's supposed to react.
“Tim,” Bart breathes. A warning. He's biting his lip, eyeing Tim with trepidation.
Tim gives him a reassuring smile and squeezes his hip.
A tent is forming Bart's sweatpants. He wants to get Bart off. To touch him, hold his cock in his hand while the smaller boy gasped and writhed and came all over his belly. Tim reaches for the band of the sweats-
Bart sits up, pulling away. He draws his legs together up towards his chest, hiding his erection. “I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.” Tim tells him. He thought it had been clear enough, intentionally pawing at Bart exactly how the boy liked.
Internally, he cringed. Had it been so long he had forgotten how to do this?
“Oh.” Bart says, but he doesn’t relax.
“Come on, lay back down.”
Bart bites his lip. His eyes dart over Tim’s face like he wasn’t quite sure. Slowly, he unfurls and settles on his back again. His hands come down to cover the tent in his pants, shy.
“You sure, Tim?”
“Mm-hmm. Let me touch you.”
Bart’s wide eyes nearly sparkle in the sunlight. “You want to touch me?”
“ Yes . I want to give you a hand job. Sound good?”
Bart nods so rapidly his head is practically a blur on his neck. He reaches out, grabs Tim’s leg to ground himself as Tim teases at the edge of his sweatpants.
“I haven’t done this in a while,” Tim reminds him lightly, easing Bart’s pants down to his thighs. “Tell me if I need to do anything different.”
Tim wraps his hand around Bart’s cock. It's warm and hard and velvety soft, and the gentle touch alone has Bart already arching his back and gasping, “I love you.”
A wave of affection rushes through Tim.
It was like Bart couldn't take his eyes off of him, heart-eyed and focused like Tim was the only thing in the world. Brows pinched and lashes shuttered, but Bart's gaze never wavered and it made Tim feel indescribably full. Wanted.
Given his abilities, it didn't take a lot to get Bart off. He experienced time different, experienced practically everything different, and Tim was able to fist him fast and hard without worrying about overwhelming the boy.
“Ah- Tim, that's good!”
Bart bites into his lip, eyes watering with the effort to not buck up into Tim’s hand. Tim thumbs over the wetness gathered at the slit, and twists it down the shaft.
“You can come, baby,” Tim reassures him, giving Bart’s cock a meaningful squeeze. A loud gasp escapes Bart’s lungs..
“Tim! Tim, Tim, Timtimtimtim-”
Bart chants Tim's name as he gets close, right up until his voice broke and his hips canted up as he came hard over his belly. The hand he has on Tim's leg is gripping so tight it's sure to leave bruises, but Tim works Bart until his toes curl.
“Oh, wow,” Bart breathes, finally letting his eyes slide closed as he basked in the afterglow.
“Feel good?”
There's cum on Tim's hand. He tries not to think about it.
“So good. Thank you.” Bart soothes his hand over the leg he had been holding, smiling. “What was that for?”
Tim shrugs. “Felt like it. You looked good laying there.”
“I looked good sleeping on the floor?” Bart's eyes are practically twinkling at him, so painfully enamored that Tim can feel his own heart clench in response. He leans down and kisses Bart.
Bart sighs happily against his mouth.
“Hold on, let me get something for that,” the speedster tells him when they pull apart, pointing at Tim’s jizz covered hand then zipping away.
He's gone in one blink and back in the next with a rush of wind and a damp towel in hand. The cum had also been cleaned from Bart's stomach, sweatpants returned to their original spot low in his hips. They're Kon's, Tim realizes as he wipes himself clean, and struggling to stay up.
“Can I… do anything for you?” Bart questions, eyeing Tim's pants for a bulge that wasn't there.
Tim shakes his head. “No, that was all for you.”
“Hm! Aren't I special then.”
“You are,” Tim tells the boy, insistent. Sometimes Bart doesn't believe it.
“Yeah, yeah.” Bart waves him off with a roll of his eyes. “Speaking of being cheesy, I’m hungry now. If I heat up the leftover pizza, do you want a slice?”
Internally, Tim sighs. He grabs hold of Bart before the speedster can take off for the kitchen, pulls him close.
“Hey. I love you and you’re special.”
He can see the resistance break down a little behind Bart’s eyes.
“I love you too.”
"And?"
"And I'm special."
Tim kisses him. "Good. Now come on, let's finish the pizza before Kon gets to it."