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“They gave away my room,” Bart says blankly, staring at the locked door.
Kon rests his chin on Bart’s shoulder to read the new nameplate, “I can’t decide if that’s tragic or hilarious. I hope the new guy likes your view.”
Bart grins at him, “I’m dead for a couple months and next thing you know I’m evicted- some friends I have!”
Kon snorts and claps a hand on his shoulder, picking up his bags from where he dropped them, “C’mon Imp, you can crash on my floor tonight. They kept
my
room for me.”
“And you were dead for longer!” Bart groans as he follows Kon to the elevator. “No fair!”
“That's because Starfire thinks I have a cute butt.” Kon shakes his hips for emphasis, and Bart laughs at him.
“You wish!”
---
Kon sets up a nest of blankets on the floor for Bart, for later.
Bart runs to the kitchen and back to get snacks and tries not to feel too guilty about avoiding the crowd of Titans in the tower’s living room.
He just came back from the dead, he’s allowed some alone time. Well, alone time with Kon.
The two of them settle onto Kon’s bed to watch old sci-fi reruns.
Bart
is
happy to be back, alive, and things almost feel like they could be normal. He and Kon used to watch this show all the time, curled up in the cave or in the tower. But that was before both of them had died. And they used to do it in Bart’s room anyway, he had a better TV…
“You’re awfully quiet,” Kon says, reaching over to Bart’s bowl of popcorn, “And that’s saying something, you always talk my ear off when we try to watch TV together.”
Bart bats at his hand and shrugs, “Just invested in the show, I guess.”
“Hmm,” Kon says. “What’s her name?” He points to a character on the screen.
“Uh,”
“Are you really that upset about your room?” Kon moves to look Bart in the eyes, blocking the TV. Bart shrugs and looks up at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars the two of them put up are still there.
“Not really, it’s just-”
“You feel like you’re still dead to the team.”
Bart opens his mouth to respond, but Kon is still going.
“I get it.” He leans back on the bed, resting his head on his arms. “Everyone here has been
mourning
us. Some of them probably even moved on. But for us it’s like no time passed between then and now, and the whole thing feels really weird.”
Bart leans down next to him. “What’s weird is you being this thoughtful,” he says. Kon shoves his shoulder.
“But you’re kind of right, like, I’m used to being alone but this is a whole new Alone feeling. It
is
weird.”
Kon hums and props himself up on his elbow to look at Bart. “It's super weird, dude. But hey, at least we’re both going through it. We have a lot in common already, anyway.”
“Weird aging, imposter syndrome, dead-teammate syndrome, what's one more thing?”
“Hah!” Kon grins wide at him, and Bart feels some of the weight that’s been in his chest since he got back to the tower lift.
“Kon, I-”
“Do you wanna fuck?”
Bart shoots up from where he was laying. “What?”
Kon shrugs. “Do you want to have sex with me, I mean?”
“I know what fuck means,”
“I know you do.” Kon reaches his hand over to Bart’s hip.
Bart looks down at Kon’s hand.
“Fuck it, why not.”
---
Kon’s hands are gripping Bart’s hips so hard that if he didn’t heal so quickly, he’d be worried about him leaving bruises. “Fuck, dude, you’re so wet,” Kon groans from beneath him. “I could fuck you all night.”
Bart moans, gripping Kon’s shoulders as he takes his cock deeper into his cunt, “D-do you even have the stamina for that?.”
“Maybe,” Kon says breathlessly, leaning up to lap his tongue over Bart’s nipple, holding his hips, thrusting up into him fast and hard. “Probably.”
If anyone does it would be Kon, Bart thinks. He’s always been the teammate who could keep up with him the most, and if the way he’s been hammering his (massive, by the way) cock into Bart’s pussy for the last hour without losing his rhythm is any indicator- “Oh FUCK, Kon!”
Kon laughs breathlessly as Bart shakes in his grip, pressing his index into Bart’s asshole as the speedster rides him.
“You can take it, Imp, you feel so good,” He coos into Bart’s ear as he presses a second finger in, scissoring him open.
“Kon- Kon I don’t-” Bart gasps.
“You don’t what?” Kon slows his movements, looking Bart in the face, worried he might have messed up.
“I’ve never, uh, done that before?”
Kon stops moving completely (the fucker) and grins at the speedster in his lap. “You’ve never done anal before?”
“ Who would I have done anal with??” Bart says incredulously. Kon shrugs and pulls out of Bart, moving the little speedster onto his stomach. Bart whines at how empty he feels and squirms under him when Kon straddles the back of his thighs.
“Well you
could
have been doing it with me,” He breathes into Bart’s ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since our YJ days.”
Bart goes very still at that, and at the feeling of Kon’s dick pressing against his hole. “Nuh-uh, you were such a horndog back then that if that were true you would’ve tried it” He says, strained.
“I didn’t want to mess up our friendship- ohhh fuck, ” Kon groans as he pushes into Bart, who practically sobs as Kon’s dick spreads him wider, deeper.
“Kon-
Kon, you’retoobig,”
Bart cries, pressing back against the Kryptonian.
Kon holds his hips and starts to fuck him faster, deeper, “Are you complaining?”
Bart shakes his head, and Kon puts a hand on the back of his head and presses his face into the sheets, “Good boy.”
---
Bart notices the sun starting to rise through the window, from where he’s sprawled on the floor. Sometime during the night Kon decided the bed made too much noise and moved the pair onto the blanket pile that he set up hours ago.
The speedster sits up and nudges his friend, who is curled up, naked, next to him on the ground. “Hey dude, you successfully fucked me until daylight,” He says with a tired grin.
Kon grins without opening his eyes. “Told you so,” He mutters sleepily. Bart feels warm in his chest.
“So,” he says, laying back down next to Kon. “What changed?”
“Hmm?”
“You said you ‘didn’t want to ruin our friendship’, and that’s why we never…”
Kon finally opens his eyes, meeting Bart’s. “I didn’t want you to think I thought of you as just another fling, and I think the possibility of fucking up and you hating me was too scary to risk it.”
“And now?”
Kon pulls Bart closer to him and kisses his forehead. “Dying is a lot scarier than potentially getting rejected.”
“You’re such a jerk,” Bart laughs and pulls Kon into a kiss.