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Space wasn’t everything it was cracked up to be. At least, not to him. It was cool, sure, but… Vast. His ragtag group of friends reminded him of his first years, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care about them. Not as much as he wanted to.
He pulls out his phone- it had some sciency name that Tim had been super insistent on correcting him over, but even with half of Lex Luthor’s mind he couldn’t remember what it fucking was. So he was calling the dang thing a phone. It made long distance calls and texts, or least he’d been told that it did. He hadn’t actually used it since leaving the planet. Several times he’d wanted to, but… it felt weird to be the first to text. So he pulls out his phone and scrolls to Tim’s contact.
When he left, like two months ago, Tim had just started dating this new guy. He’d be lying if he said that hadn’t helped his decision to leave the planet.
No shock that his messages were completely empty- they barely said bye. He stares at Tim’s profile for a moment, and purses his lips.
The place he was currently staying at was like an expensive space hostel. His own little bed-pod in a wall of others. He was one of the only human-looking guys at this place. He was far enough from the Milky Way that out here he really only ran into aliens that, at best, looked like something out of Lord of the Rings.
He’d slid the little panel on his pod closed for privacy as soon as he laid down, his bag was at the foot of his full-sized bed area, next to his leather jacket and jeans.
Staring at Tim’s contact was only making him feel worse. Slightly. He honestly felt worse about Tim’s new boyfriend than he did about having to leave. This was nothing like Gemworld. He wanted to be here.
He did.
He did.
No, really. He did.
His eyes scan their previous message history, and bites his lower lip. No matter how he felt, it was sad to reread everything they’d sent to each other from this phone.
Rob: Is it working?
Kon: yep
Rob: Cool. Text me when you pass the moon so you can come back and fix it before it’s too late.
That last message had been sent two months ago exactly and the creeping dread that filled him from that fact didn’t, like, feel great, you know? So he types out a new message to send back, his heart trying to pound out of his chest as he types.
Kon: hey, sorry. forgot to reply and then got busy. let me know if you get this.
He shifts in his pod, it was too short to stand, but decent to sit up in. He was laid down, propped up on his pillow with one hand behind his head. A solid minute passes and it feels awful, each second stretching longer as he feels tears start to well up. Obviously it was dumb to cry about this, but he really missed his friend. Like… really, really.
The phone's screen turns itself dark after another minute and he closes his eyes to lay it on his chest. This was fine. He hadn’t even been certain it would work, and Tim had every right to be mad at him if he was.
Air in space was weird. He didn’t actually really need it to live, but breathing was something he’d taken up to fit in a bit better. Not that he wanted to fit in, fitting in was kind of lame as fuck. But regardless, he takes in a deep breath and tries to hold it for a moment before letting go. It’s shaky and only makes his heart beat faster.
Just as his eyes start to well over, his phone vibrates and lights up. His hands move quick to pick it up and-
Rob: [image]
A cut off noise sounds from the back of Conner’s throat as he stares.
He blinks once, twice, three times- no, yep. That was something Tim sent him.
An image of him in a mirror, completely naked. His body was hairless, smooth skin with a few beauty marks and scars. His cock was decently hard, it didn’t look completely hard, and filled his hand out. Conner’s own dick suddenly comes alive and strains against his boxers, throbbing incessantly. Tim looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower and toweled off. Messy, damp hair and a mischievous but sexy look on his face. Hooded eyes, biting his lip.
“What the fuck?” Conner feels the words cascade past his lips and he shifts in his bed, reaching out to turn the blueish-white lights off. Nobody could see him, but still it felt… Wrong to keep the lights on.
Rob: Can’t wait for you to get home from class, Beanie-Bear.
What? What was that supposed to mean?
Kon: beanie-bear?
Rob: Yeah, that’s you, silly.
Rob: When do you get home?
Kon: not for a couple of months, probably… i’m so far out it would take at least two weeks to get home if i left right now lol
Why did he say that?
Rob: Haha what?
Rob: Oh, wait.
Rob: Shit!
Rob: Kon, uh… oops?
Each message makes his heart beat faster and faster. Cold dread pools in his veins as he realizes that of course that picture wasn’t for him. Tim had a nice boyfriend he was committed to. Shit, indeed.
Kon: it’s cool. i didn’t even look at the picture really.
Kon: plus ive seen ur dick before anyway
What? It was true. He bites his lip as he thinks about it- him, Tim and Bart had been put on a different planet through some temporal shenanigans to look for the girls. It had been some weird Mario themed setting that honestly didn’t make much sense. The guys had trudged through a murky river and came out on the other side covered in leeches.
Bart thought it was kind of funny, but Kon had flipped. Honestly, he’d been worried more on Tim’s behalf. They’d all had to strip down to peel the eels off of each other. Bart did good work, but refused to touch anything lower on Tim than he was comfortable with.
So when Tim turned around for Kon to see his slender but toned back and the curve of his ass…
He moans softly at the wave of heat that pulse towards his dick. He grips at it, but quickly lets go. He can’t jack off to Tim. He can’t. Getting away from thoughts like this was the entire reason he even- or one of the reasons why he… “Unh,” he moans quietly as he grips at his crotch.
Rob: True lol…
Rob: You don’t mind?
Did he fucking mind? He does his best to keep himself quiet; there weren't any other Kryptonians in this hostel- obviously- but that didn’t mean he was the only one with super-hearing.
He tightens his grip on his quickly growing bulge and makes a high pitched noise he hadn’t heard from himself before. Ever.
Kon: no, it’s cool
A soft exhale and all his brain is doing is begging him to remove the boxers. Pull them down, dude. He bites his lip because this was Tim. His Robin. He can’t fucking-
Rob: That’s good.
Great, now everything was ruined and nothing would ever be non-awkward between these socially stunted-
Rob: And you still wouldn’t mind if my finger slipped again or something?
His thumb rubs against the head of his cock through the fabric of his boxers and he gasps loudly. Choked out and caught in his throat.
This was only something he’d never let himself even dream about before- he’d thought about pinned Bart to the lockers at Mount Justice or letting Bart sit on his face before. Even dated half the girls on their team, but Tim? No, he was off limits.
His eyes widen as he realizes he hadn’t replied yet.
Kon: please
Kon: what about ber
Kon: not at all
Rob: [image]
Rob: Just for you, SB.
SHIT.
The response was instant.
Tim laying in bed, the picture captured with his face closer to the camera and the entire length of his body sprawled out on his white bed sheets. His cock was fully hard now it seemed and Kon licked his lips at the sight of it.
Kon: for me?
He pulls his boxers down, his cock throbbing so much his brain could hardly focus enough to type. Very quickly the temp in his bed-pod was going up and he just wanted to having Tim here with him.
Why did he ever choose to leave?
Rob: Yeah. I miss you.
WHAT?! Conner leans up so quickly he bangs his forehead into the top of his pod. His eyes dart to the call button, but he doesn’t press it.
Instead he grips his cock, recording it from his space-phone for a few seconds as he strokes it and hits send before he can regret it.
Kon: [video]
Rob: You’re kidding. It gets even bigger?
His face flushes quickly and he tightens his grip on his cock, imagining it was Tim’s blunt fingers wrapped around his length. He’d stroke Conner slowly, teasing him until he was leaking precum.
Rob: Why have I never ridden you?
Kon: probably because of that boyfriend of yours
Kon: we should fix that when i touch down in two months
He whines out as his thumb passes over the head of his cock and he has to squeeze his eyes closed. “Fuck…”
Rob: What would you do to me if you were here now?
So much runs through Conner’s head at that, but he finds his thumb unable to type out the letters. What he wants is his dick so deep inside of Tim that all he can do is scream.
Kon: u’f tekk yiu everything i’vr wanted ti say to yoy sinve we were kids
Rob: Typing with one hand?
Rob: Maybe speaking would work better.
His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Did that mean Tim wanted him to call him?
Conner’s entire body shutters as he feels a warmth spread over the pad of his thumb and down the length of his cock. Every thought about calling Tim out the window as a storm of heat and want rolls through him.
His free thumb presses the call button and his face cinches together. Tim’s hand would feel a million times as good. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did.
Not even a full ring and Tim’s panting into the receiver. “Hello?”
“Seems I’m not the only one typing with one hand,” Conner laughs and all he can think about now is Tim laid out on those white sheets, stroking his cock as he rewatches that video Conner had sent him.
“Shut up,” Tim laughs and the noise is slightly staticy, slightly off from what he should sound like, but it’s Tim. No doubt about it. “Just wish you could be in my lap.”
Kon’s hips buck up at that and he moans, loudly. “Mmm-! Fuck, Tim…” He squeezes his eyes closed and lets go of his pulsing cock. His hand was wet, sticky as he stretched his fingers out. “Fuck,” he pants.
Tim chuckles and the sound sends warm shivers through Kon. He swears if he listens close enough he can hear the sound of Tim stroking his own leaking cock. It’s ridiculous, but he wants it. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Conner whispers.
“Mm good,” Tim moans softly and exhales softly before moaning loudly. “Tell me exactly what you’d do to me if you were here.”
Conner tosses his head side to side against his pillow, his body shaking as his cock begs him to touch it again, but he knows he’ll be a goner. “I’d pin you down,” he imagines laying his back down on that bed, and looking up at Tim over-top him. His longer dark hair framing his pale and square face. “I’d bite your neck and shoulders, sucking bruises into every inch of skin I could get my lips on.”
Tim moans loudly, “Yeah?” he pants, the sound of him fucking his own hand unmistable now.
“Yeah, I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget who you were.” He imagines Tim kissing his lips so tenderly he forgets everything that made him leave the planet. Maybe in this fake world he never left in the first place. “My cock tearing in and pulling out with so little abandon that you’d cry the whole time, begging me to never stop.” Tears would roll down his face as Tim held him in his arms and told him that he’d never need to be a big boy ever again.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Tim moans. “Kon- Conner, I’m so… Fuck, Kon.” He moans again and Conner imagines Tim’s legs shaking, his hand moving on his cock so fast.
“Cum all over your hand and send me a picture,” he says and grips his own cock again, stroking it exactly how he imagined Tim’s hand was moving.
Tim’s moan is so loud it sounds like a scream, “Conner!” and the sound of it is so fucking hot that Conner swallows a moan as he cums on his shirt.
“Fuck,” he exhales, and all he can hear is Tim panting into the phone.
“Yeah,” Tim says between big breaths. “I haven’t came like that since Roy fucked me on the floor of Jason’s room.”
Conner was still recovering from his high, but that caught his breath. “Wha..? Tim?”
“Mm?” Tim hums happily.
His phone vibrates with a message, and he quickly pulls away to check it.
Rob: [image]
An image of Tim’s quickly softening cock and stomach covered in his own cum. One hand was in the picture, fingers spread to show how messy they were.
“Fuck,” he says softly, completely forgetting what he was going to say. “That’s hot,” he admits. “Next time do that inside me.”
Tim laughs at that. “God, I wish…” he trails off slowly, and there’s a sound of him rustling as he leans up. “Fuck, Bernard’s gonna be home soon.”
Conner had been mid pulling his dirty shirt off when he hears that, and it snags on his earring. “Ow!” he hisses, reaching to fix it.
“Sorry,” Tim says. “I know… I know I shouldn’t…” He sighs. “Conner, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
“You…” His brain isn’t working well enough to process that fully. “Oh.” His brain finally kicks into gear and he gasps. “WHAT?! Really?”
Tim laughs loudly at that. “Yeah. I was always so jealous of you and Cissie and Cassie. But you never saw me like that so I moved on… and then you left.” He clears his throat awkwardly, and Conner’s eyes widen.
“You… Do you miss me?” he asks. So many questions run through his mind, so he starts there.
“Every single minute.”
“Do you love me?” He knows he shouldn’t have asked it, but he needs to know.
There’s a short pause before Tim hums. “Mhm.”
He needs to stop there. Just leave it be. “Do you love Bernard?”
“It’s… Complicated.”
That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He didn’t know what he did want to hear. That Tim was sorry? That he wanted Conner racing back to Earth that minute? Fuck.
“Kon, it is. I wish it wasn’t. He… He doesn’t know that I’m sleeping with other guys. Nobody knows that I’m in love with you.” He sounds like he’s petitioning a case from Batman.
“It’s okay,” Kon says. He knows he’s broken because he doesn’t yell back. He wants to. “We shouldn’t have done this. I’ll text Bart when I’m home, just try to forget about this.”
“What?” Tim asks, and his voice is full of venom. “Shut the fuck up,” he says. “When are you coming home?”
“In… a few months. Maybe.” He hangs up then because he can only keep his voice from breaking for so long. As soon as he’s free to, tears fall down his face and ugly sobs wrack his body.
Rob: I’ve been in love with you since we first met. I’ll never forget this.
“Oh.”