fluff abounds

[notlikeanyone]

WHO: Tim Drake and Kon-El
WHERE: Titans Clocktower
WHEN: Backdated to before all the stuff with Joker we're just kind of slow because of real life OKAY.
WARNINGS: Boy kissing, nothing more than that.
SUMMARY: Kon has noticed that Tim is the oooonly Titan scheduled to patrol in the East side of the City, now and for the foreseeable future. HOW ODD.
FORMAT: AIM quicklog


Kon: >>
Tim: Hm?
Kon: What's in the East Side?
Tim: *Oh hey business voice.* Jason.
Kon: You don't trust us to get along with him
Tim: It's not that. *Pause.* He asked me about it.
Kon: What about it.
Tim: Keeping you guys out of there. It's not a problem, is it?
Kon: Why do we have to stay out?
Tim: Because that's the way he wants it, and I... I don't know. I guess I'm hoping that, if I make some allowances for him, he might consider... doing things differently here.
Kon: You mean not going nuts and ditching the Titans?
Tim: *Eyebrow raise* Something like that. I think it might be a little much to expect him to be a team player, suddenly, but not going nuts would be nice.
Kon: *is planning on spying* Okay.
Tim: *Somehow he can guess :/ He wouldn't mind, but it's kind of... family. Even though Jason is - well, Jason.* Thanks for letting me give him a chance. And I can handle it even if things don't work out so well, you know.
Kon: *hums a little.* I know you can.
Tim: *Eyebrow raise, again, and just the hint of a smile.* So you won't spy on me, at all?
Kon: *grins* I'll spy on you all the time.
Tim: *Exaggerated huff of a sigh.* Must you really?
Kon: *kisses him on the cheek* Yes.
Tim: *Blushes just faintly because that was definitely... intimate. And it makes him smile a little more, too.* I guess I can put up with it, from you. Just make sure doesn't spot you, or I'll get in trouble.
Kon: Not unless he has a telescope. Then I make no promises.
Tim: If he brings out a telescope when I'm around, I will give him such a look. *He makes a face, then leans up to ruffle Kon's hair, even though it's really too short to do that effectively.* Deal.
Kon: *might be too short, but Kon leans into the touch anyway like a cat being petted* Okay. Let's do something tonight.
Tim: *That's surprisingly gratifying. He makes a note to do it more often.* Hm, sure. What did you have in mind?
Kon: Stealing the tv up to your little computer nest, and taking some sleeping bags and Chinese food with us.
Tim: *He blinks, because he hadn't been expecting that, but it does sound like a really good way to spend the night. He smirks.* I like the sound of that. The others might complain about the lack of TV, of course.
Kon: Yeah, but that room's soundproofed, right?
Tim: And leadlined, yes. *It's his private Bat-den, what were you expecting.*
Kon: Then let them complain. We won't hear them.
Tim: *He shakes his head a little.* Heh, okay. You've got me convinced, let's do it.
Kon: Awesome. I'll get the tv, you order.
Tim: *One of these days a supervillain is going to realise the opportunities inherent in the teenage superheroes and their love of fast food, but today is not that day. Not to mention, Tim's security set up would make that a bad idea. He nods and kisses Kon on the cheek after a second, heading to place the order immediately afterwards.*
Kon: *flushes a little at that, and goes off to snag the tv and some sleeping bags or blankets*
Tim: *There are both, and spare pillows, around the Tower somewhere. He orders one of the set meals with stuff he knows Kon likes, since he likes the starters as much as the main meals so he might as well, and once it gets there he heads up to his computer room-slash secret Bat-den to see how Kon is doing.* Food's here.
Kon: *totally dragged up a mattress as well. He's got a bunch of pillows piled against the wall to lean on, and a few blankets. The TV is on, some kung fu movie. * I thought about stealing the couch, but they might bust down the door over that.
Tim: *He eyes the mattress and fights back an amused look, trying to at least seem a little responsible.* Yes, I think that might have been overkill. And you know they'd just send Raven to teleport in and steal it back, and then we'd get a lecture. *He puts the food on a table to the side, next to... a microscope, and comes over to help sort the mattress and pillows into something they can actually sit on.*
Kon: *didn't mean anything by the mattress, honest. He snags one of the containers off the table and crawls back over* I think it would have been comfy overkill.
Tim: *He's trying to keep innocent thoughts about it, really. After all, it's more efficient than just pillows, it gives them a good base... yup, completely innocent.* True, but this is comfy enough. And easier to sleep on later. *Because they're clearly going to watch movies until they pass out again.*
Kon: Well, yeah. Always a bonus when there's a Jet Li marathon on. *has no problem keeping thoughts innocent* So what'd you get?
Tim: Heh, kung fu movies and Chinese food. *He shifts to get more comfortable, and also to lean up against Kon a little.* Mm, sweet and sour pork, kung po chicken, duck with plum sauce, and spring rolls, prawn crackers and barbecue ribs as sides. *Plus, of course, plenty of rice.*
Kon: *nudges Tim slightly, but not hard enough to make him move away* You know there's just two of us, right? *snags a spring roll*
Tim: *He shrugs, just a little sheepish when he speaks.* I know, but I thought it'd be okay to have the leftovers for lunch tomorrow, or something. *He grabs a spring roll for himself. Nom.*
Kon: *raises an eyebrow* You plan on us being up here til lunchtime?
Tim: *Okay and he just realised how that sounds, so he flushes slightly.* Ah, no, not really - I figured I'd just take the leftovers downstairs.
Kon: *laughs and pokes him* So now you're already looking for excuses to go away...
Tim: *Swats at the poking, and then just. Stubbornly leans against Kon, being as heavy as he can without outright lying on top of him.* I am not.
Kon: Mmhm. *uses ttk to both support and trap Tim* That's good.
Tim: *... Huh. Mildly curious eyebrow raise.* I'm not going anywhere, Kon.
Kon: *doesn't stop* Like I said. 's good.
Tim: So why are you using your TTK on me, exactly? Not that I mind, or anything. *He really doesn't.*
Kon: You're heavy. And it's not quite a hug.
Tim: ... Oh. *Stop making him blush, Kon.* Okay, then.
Kon: *But it's so damn cute. And making Tim show emotion is like winning.* *passes the kung po to him*
Tim: Thanks. *Ooh, kung po. Om nom nom. And settling comfortably into the hold.* So which Jet Li movies are they showing?
Kon: Lethal Weapon 4, Shaolin Temple, and Romeo Must Die. *relaxes the hold slightly as Tim settles, is quite comfy now, albeit still... slightly possessively clinging*
Tim: Hmm. He's been in worse. *Whether Tim likes that slight possessiveness is going to remain a secret, but then, he's certainly not objecting to it.*
Kon: *It's probably not going to go away for a bit. He doesn't want to blame Tim for what happened with Ivy but it's still bothering him.* We could watch something else.
Tim: *Eventually, he might work out that that's what it's about. For now, he turns slightly to give Kon a look.* I didn't say that. I don't mind watching corny movies, especially in good company.
Kon: *smirks at him* Fine. I'll keep the remote. You don't get a second chance.
Tim: What - hey, that's totally unfair! *He likes being in control, okay. Pout.*
Kon: *just grins* Nope, sorry. That ship has sailed.
Tim: *Nudges gently.* Jerk. You realise this just means that, if I do decide I want to watch something else, I'm going to have to bother you. Incessantly.
Kon: You can try but it's pretty hard to irritate the Master.
Tim: *Eyebrow raise* That sounds like a challenge.
Kon: *half smile* Sure, if you wanna tempt fate.
Tim: *Careful pause.* Nothing ventured, nothing gained. *And superspeed tickling of Kon's side.*
Kon: *squirms, laughing, and pushes Tim away with tk*
Tim: *Grins and grabs a pillow, swinging it lightly at Kon's head.*
Kon: *ignores the smack and dives at Tim, tackling him backwards*
Tim: *WHUMPF he's tackled back onto the pillows and mattress, letting out a surprised huff of laughter.*
Kon: *grins and grabs his hands loosely to 'pin' him* I win.
Tim: *It's kind of an automatic reflex to test the 'pin' by struggling a bit, albeit playfully. He may have lost, but he's still smiling.* Maybe.
Kon: *lets go almost entirely when Tim does that. It's automatic, he doesn't want to hurt Tim.* I did! I've got you down.
Tim: *He appreciates that. Especially since it makes it easy to slip one hand free with a quick twist and reach up to ruffle Kon's hair.* You do, but maybe this is exactly where I want to be.
Tim: *He appreciates that. Especially since it makes it easy to slip one hand free with a quick twist and reach up to ruffle Kon's hair.* You do, but maybe this is exactly where I want to be.
Kon: *flushes very slightly, leaning into the touch. There's a part of him that wants to say that this feels dangerous, but he doesn't listen to it.* You've got a dirty mind, Wonder Boy.
Tim: *His smile quirks just a little.* It's my best kept secret, Superboy. *He tugs slightly at Kon's hair, pulling him down for a kiss.*
Kon: *Yes, definitely ignoring it. Kon leans down for the kiss, bracing himself on his forearms, and kisses Tim eagerly. It's a happy distraction from the confusion of being on top of his best friend/boyfriend.*
Tim: *He was just aiming for a light, quick kiss, but it's hard to resist the eagerness, and the position definitely lends itself to something more involved. He ends up kissing Kon much more thoroughly, and happily so, keeping his hand in Kon's hair and stroking a little.*
Kon: *It's hard to resist kissing Tim period. He takes the continued petting as encouragement and deepens the kiss, licking at Tim's lips until his own tongue can dart between them.*
Tim: *The petting should definitely be taken as encouragement. It doesn't take much licking to get him to open his mouth into the kiss, and then he flicks his own tongue against Kon's, just lightly.*
Kon: *makes a happy little growly sound and kisses Tim hard, and maybe in all this his leg slides between Tim's.*
Tim: *Well then maybe he makes a quiet sort of moaning noise into the kiss and grips Kon's leg between his own, an encouraging squeeze that lasts for a moment or two before he relaxes his legs again. He has a sense of wanting to hold on to Kon while he kisses him, with everything he can, so his grip in Kon's hair tightens and he kisses back just as hard.*
Kon: *That squeeze makes him more aware of what he's doing, and he breaks off to catch his breath and let his head catch up to everything else. He doesn't pull away though.*
Tim: *Ah, hm. The lull is noticeable, even if Kon not pulling away is reassuring. Tim takes the chance to catch his own breath, and slides his hand down to cup Kon's cheek - slightly flushed skin warm under his palm.* You okay? *With this, with continuing, in general - it's an open-interpretation question.*
Kon: *He thinks that talking about how he's weirdly nervous about all this, in that awful hand-wringing girly sort of way, would be exactly what he's worried about: screwing things up beyond repair. He thinks that diving in and barrelling forward without forethought has been working so far, so it's the best thing to do.* I'm okay. *He kisses Tim again, before a normal-speed person would have a chance to argue.*
Tim: *He isn't a normal-speed person any more, but he keeps himself to it for conversations and this kind of thing anyway, so he still doesn't have a chance to argue. And it's hard to argue when Kon is kissing him, not just because of the obvious physical difficulties but because all the arguments just melt away into thin air at the warmth of it. He kisses back, opening his mouth again without prompting, and just smiling with it.*

*And then they made out and cuddled up to watch the movies until they fell asleep, warm and snug against each other in their own private little nest of pillows and blankets.*