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The evening was quiet — a rare event in Gotham. Superboy was a busy guy, it pulled Kon in every different direction, except for Gotham. They were both busy. Red Robin was still haunting the nights of Gotham and had no intention of stopping.
Downtime, even if they were just existing in the same converted apartment together, was more than welcome. (Could you really call it an apartment? It had been a movie theatre, it was hardly run of the mill.)
Tim was working on polishing the boots he wore on patrol. A practiced motion, years of it. They weren’t the only pair he wore, of course, other nice boots and leather shoes were a given.
And Kon was watching with close attention.
He definitely had things he could be doing instead. There were more than one DIY clothing projects just waiting to be picked up again, his casual jacket still needed to have more patches added to it, he needed to send an email back to that college program...
Yeah. He was still busy. Kon didn’t move to get up.
Look, Tim looked good in leather. His Red Robin suit was almost entirely made from it, something he joked about when he first saw it. Even said that if there was a leather sale that Tim could make a pair of matching leather chaps.
An amazing image to think about, really.
You couldn't really ignore the fact that the suit literally had a cross harness on it either. It was plainly there in front of anyone with eyes. Not that it seemed like Tim seemed to really mind.
And the boots, with all they'd gone through, were meticulously taken care of to be kept in good shape. A labor of love that was also important to Tim's extracurricular activity.
More than once they'd sparred in suit, powers off the table. Even with his abilities, Kon still needed to practice his hand-to-hand skills. It often ended up with Tim straddling him, kneeling on his torso, or most recently, his boot firmly planted on his chest.
His boots--
“Something caught your eye?”
Shit. Caught again. It was inevitable, there wasn't much that got past Tim when he was focusing, especially if Kon wasn't really trying to conceal something. (Even then the chances weren't amazing.)
“Well... Um,” Kon vaguely gestured in Tim's direction, not quite looking at him.
“You have to use your words, sweetheart,” It's drawled out, obviously trying to mess with Kon. It wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking, especially when you knew what Kon liked.
You can do this Kon-El.
“I... Like your boots?“ He gets a raised brow in response. Not good enough. “I like it when you wear them.”
“Uh-huh,” Tim was very obviously humoring him. The look in his eyes was amused but also a little predatory.
The boots sitting in his lap were set down momentarily before Tim started to put them on. They were spotless, it was the standard he always held himself to.
“If you like them that much, come here,” Oh. Oh. You don't have to tell Kon twice. He's across the room in a second, standing in front of Tim, who remained seated.
“What're you doing up there? I said come here,” Kon's on his knees immediately, moving himself closer to Tim, albeit a little awkwardly. Yes, he could try to be sexy, but he was more focused on actually getting close to Tim. Tim had repeatedly emphasized that he found Kon hot regardless of what fumbles he might make.
Close enough now, Tim's calloused hand finds its place on the nape of Kon's neck. His thumb brushing against the clipped edge of Kon's undercut.
It's a nice sensation.
“You like my boots,” His foot moves, the toe of his boot finding its place right on Kon's clothed dick. The pressure is light, barely even there. Not enough to provide much stimulation, but enough to get his mind going.
“I do, yeah,” Is what he can muster. His brain was slowly shutting down as it focused on just one thing.
The pressure is increased very slightly. He's sure that Tim can feel the slowly growing tightness in Kon's pants even through the thick sole of the boot.
”You were watching me for a while... I'll let you have some fun if you clean my boots after. I did just clean them, I want them to be the same when you're done.”
“Yes. I'll make sure they're spotless,” It's an immediate reaction. Kon could easily clean them himself, and if he was given the chance...
The pressure of the boot is removed instantly, finding a place back on the ground between Kon's thighs. He immediately misses the feeling.
”Are you just going to sit there or are you going to strip?“ Another brow raised.
The scrambled was near frantic as Kon stripped down. Again, it wasn't exactly sexy but when they had time together alone they had to take advantage of it as much as they possibly could.
The air was a fraction cooler and if not for the fact that Kon ran warm like other Kryptonians he would have shivered at the temperature.
Tim was taking him in, his gaze solely focused on Kon. It felt good, Kon was all that Tim was paying attention to. It made Kon want to preen if not for the fact that he had much more pressing matters.
”I want you to get off on the boots you love so much. Nothing else,“ Tim seemed delighted by his decision, Kon almost as much. He was one of the lucky few who didn't have to worry about chafing.
There's a moment of adjustment before Kon drags his half-hard cock over the smooth toe of the boot snuggly between his thighs. It elicits a bitten-off moan, a couple beads of precum smearing across the boot.
”Can you at touch me? Please?“ He could get off that way just fine, but it felt just a little too impersonal just on its own. Kon liked it when Tim touched him. When he let Kon know he was there and he was just as interested in him as Kon was in Tim.
There isn't a comment as Tim indulges him, his hand on the nape of Kon's neck once again.
”Keep going. I know you need more than that,“ He's leaning over so his face was close to Kon's but still has a good view of Kon slowly rutting against his boot.
There's a fine line you have to walk when you have both heightened senses but also increased durability, where sensation can be too much but not enough.
It takes a few stuttery thrusts to find the right pace and pressure, the underside of his cock easily sliding now against Tim's boot.
He let out another moan, this time not trying to stop it. Kon's head would loll to the side if not for Tim's steady hand on the back of his neck.
”Keep your head up, I want to see your face,“ It takes some effort for Kon to look right at Tim, panting and his face already red.
”M'trying,“ Tim's hand moved up Kon's neck to the back of his head, brushing the cropped parts gently before snaking his fingers into the longer part, getting a firm grip.
”Let me help you then,” Tim pulls on Kon's hair, firm but not painful, so he was looking right at him. Kon let out an instinctive gasp. “There we go.”
Tim was the one who held Kon's head in place with the still-firm grip, making it all the easier for Kon to lose himself in the sensation. Tim was letting him get off on his boots. Tim was the one in control right now, Kon could just focus on feeling good.
It wasn't like Tim to totally sit idle. He leaned over to kiss Kon, messy and brief. Kon's too consumed in his fervor to focus on making it a good one. Tim wanted to see Kon again, so he wasn't going in to savor it. No, it was the sight he wanted.
Half-Kryptonian endurance was doing him a service in one regard, but on the other, Tim's boot was in a sorry state. The toe was slick, helping Kon rut faster, and with his panting, you could tell that it wasn't going to be much longer before he totally unraveled.
“How're you feelin'?” Amazing. Kon felt amazing. Not that he could properly verbalize that at the moment. All that comes out is a strangled moan. ”Not much longer for you, it seems.“
And he was right. Kon could feel his impending orgasm build, his thrusting becoming more sporadic. He tries to say something as a kind of warning to Tim, but it comes out garbled. No real words are needed despite that, as Tim uses his grip on Kon's hair to pull it. Immediately he came, spilling all over the boot.
It takes him a few moments to come back from that, realizing that Tim had let his hair go but was holding Kon up from where he had practically collapsed onto him.
A hand wiped the sweat from Kon's brow, gentle even though he could feel each callous and scar on them.
”You really enjoyed yourself,” His voice is nothing but warm. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” Kon's voice is a little rough, just a touch lower than it usually was. It didn't take long for his breathing to level out again. He was in Tim's arms, how could he not feel good?
“Good enough to start cleaning up your mess?” That makes Kon look down to the damage he'd done. He just nods for now. “Better get started, if you do a good enough job, I have something else for you.”
Shit, ok. Time to get to work now.