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Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne (Jingleheimer Schmidt) ([personal profile] notlikeanyone) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-04-08 11:52 pm

Whenever I'm near you

WHO: Tim ([livejournal.com profile] 123youreit) and Kon ([livejournal.com profile] iamnotthemom).
WHERE: Titans Tower.
WHEN: Friday ridiculously early morning.
WARNINGS: Boys cuddling, being adorkable and kissing. EVENTUALLY NC-17.
SUMMARY: Snuggles and sleepy sexytimes.
FORMAT: Quickpara.



It was the end of another night's patrol - productive, but not especially striking. It was sort of nice to just deal with muggers and would-be convenience store robbers rather than insane villains with deadly toxins or giant mutant monsters; well, maybe not nice, but certainly more relaxing. Tim was sure that it wouldn't be long before someone did something more stressful, though whether it would be someone like the Joker coming out of the woodwork, or just a pack of ninja cultists (was pack the right plural term?) causing problems...

He shook his head as he headed back to his room for the night - he'd almost chosen to climb back in through the window, to draw less potential attention, but that might have been unnecessarily avoidant of him. Besides, he was quiet enough not to wake up anyone who was sleeping already. Unless they had super hearing, of course, but even then it shouldn't have been a problem.

Once he was safely in his room, he stripped out of his uniform and climbed into bed, ready to fall asleep.

[identity profile] iamnotthemom.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, super-hearing was involved.

Just not the way most people would think at first. Several things need to be considered. First of all, Kon's patrol ended two hours ago. He doesn't like flying around in cities after everyone goes to bed. No lights from the high rises = increased chance of flying into a bird. He's convinced that every girl he's ever met would hunt him down if he killed a dove or something.

Also, he gets tired and actually admits to it unlike some of his nutty friends. So he went home, set his new alarm clock, pushed the volume almost as low as it would go, and went to bed.

Three hours later, he was woken up by (what was to him) an earsplitting buzzing sound. After smashing the clock in the process of finding the snooze button, he drug himself out of bed. Scrubbed at his face with his hands, trying to connect the dots between awake-dark-don't-wanna-be-awake. And then it clicks. There's a good chance Tim's back at the tower by this time.

He fumbled his way through the hall, which was still brightly lit in a hideous contrast to the darkness of his room. Stood outside of Tim's room, straining to hear breathing on the other side. Stupid sound-proofing. Kon tried the door, relieved when it opened. He's back in the dark and shut the door to keep the annoying light out. He can make out a Tim-sized lump in the bed through the bright spots clouding his vision and crawls in bed beside it, ready to go back to sleep.

[identity profile] iamnotthemom.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't mean to wake Tim up, but his brain is too fuzzy with sleep to apologize for it. Kon throws an arm over Tim and shifts closer, stealing more of a pillow in the process. "Hey."

He nuzzles against Tim, stealing a kiss that's lazy and light. "I wasn't sure if you'd be awake."

[identity profile] iamnotthemom.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's not. But Kon likes to anyway. He likes to think there's one way to surprise Tim. Don't burst his bubble.

"Nah, I was awake." He doesn't like the lie, even if it's a white lie, but 'I set my alarm so I could come in here and see if you were back. And not stabbed 8 times' sounds way too neurotic. And a little dorky.