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Kon’s cock stutters inside of Tim as the sudden onslaught of bass shakes the car. Tim squirms under his weight, getting his arm back under him so he can right his balance and turn the knob back down. Instead, Kon's hand leaves his hip to intertwine with Tim's outstretched one. The absence of the hand holding him up, further crushes Tim against the middle console, and if Kon wasn’t Kryptonian, he’d be worried that the arm that stretches diagonally across his front, gripping his shoulder, was in danger of going numb. Just a second ago he’d been riding Kon backwards, the only way he could get inside of him fast enough without wasting any more precious time on useless shit like taking their clothes off, their shoes were annoying enough. He had tipped them both forward from the surprisingly spacious backseat of the Kent’s truck, intent on taking control and pistoning his hips into Tim like he wouldn't be satisfied until his dick was lodged in his intestines. When a particularly hard thrust forces his eyes back open, he can see a heart shaped button from Kon’s now ripped shirt by the brake pedals as he squeaks in surprise.
“aah, dude, you gotta give a guy some warning before you clench down like that” Kon groans in his ear, dropping a kiss that Tim wishes was on his mouth, so he could taste the lingering cherry coke and whiskey that Kon nursed in between line dances at the bar he insisted on taking Tim for a date. “Almost took me out for the count,”
Embarrassingly, that makes Tim’s hole react in the same way again, this time in pleasure. Biting his lip through a moan as something prideful blooms in his chest. If he looks up, he might be able to see them in the rearview mirror. The way Kon covers him, his ass going up and down in the air as he chases his own pleasure using Tim’s body, the whites of teeth as bites down on Tim’s shoulder, or when he’ll meet Tim’s eyes in the mirror and grin wolfishly. Kon fucking loves him, worships him, trusts him enough to let Tim see him like this, worked up, and desperate to reach his peak, and the only thing that can help get him there is Tim. It’s Tim that’s doing this to him.
Kon could pick the entire earth up and use it as a bowling ball if he wanted too, but he chooses to raw Tim in the backseat of his car, after their stupid little date where they shared a milkshake and Tim twirled him around and dipped him to some stupid little Tim McGraw song, and now he makes sure there’s a thin layer of TTK between his hips and Tim’s ass as he smacks against them so he can at least try to sit down a little easier tomorrow. He loves to fuck Tim roughly, relishes in the hickeys he gives him, biting and sucked any part he can get his mouth on, but still hates to see Tim hurt for any longer than he has to be. He’s a fucking cacophony of contradictions and Tim wouldn’t have him any other way.
Kon groans again, and Tim feels it as his TTK aura fizzles where it blankets Tim’s skin, adding to the extra stimulation as the bass vibration from the radio, and that spark of pleasure every time Kon strokes inside all hits at the same time.
“Fuck, Tim!” He admonishes, squeezing his hand, his skin hot where he lays along Tim’s back.
Tim giggles, breathless, and turns back to look at him. “If I didn’t get any warning when I had the clench, neither do you,”
Kon rises up from Tim’s back just enough to lock their gazes, blue as the hydrangea on Ma’s porch. They crinkle in the corners as his lips stretch upward into a laugh that bubbles out of him harsh enough to blow the bouncing curl that dangles in front of his face up.
If anything, if anyone, ever tried to take that smile away from him again he’d fucking rip them apart. Whether it was a resurrected Superboy Prime or that bitch at the bar that kept ogling Kon like a piece of meat, not even knowing how he takes his coffee, his favorite Star Trek episodes, that he doesn’t have a belly button, how he likes dick sucked. But Tim does, cuz he put in the hours, the elbow grease, to be a good best friend to this angel that makes love to him.
“Great, now I’m gonna pop a boner anytime someone mentions an Ebola strain” He leans down and kisses Tim cheek, a tender move against the contrast of his hips that leaves him smiling and wanting to hide his face. Kon nuzzles his cheeks, before nipping it. “Thanks a lot for that, birdbrain.”
“Mmm, M-My - hah… ah my pleasure, clone boy,”
“Yeah it sure is isn’t it,” Suddenly, there’s motherless phantom kisses being littered all around his folds and then oh shit fuck oh my god, there’s a tongue lapping at his cock with kitten licks and Tim brains goes out of commission.
“Almost there baby?” Kon, the fucker, whispers in his ear. Words fail Tim, but Kon never does, taking his wild moans as his answer. “Yeah? I’m right there with you Sunshine, you gonna wait for me?”
Tim would do anything for him, be anything for him. He’s known this for a long time, but the remembrance of it in this moment settles in his chest, solid as a rock. He’s so grateful for anytime he gets to hold him close, so close, just to remember that he’s real and alive and choosing to be here with him. He’d sing for him, a whole fucking one man choir if that’s what Kon wanted. Robbing a million banks, or jumping off a thousand cliffs is just the beginning of what’d he’d do just to see him smile. He’d go to the ends of the earth to protect him, he deserves it so much, it’s the least of what he deserves for being the person that he is. He’s-
“-s so deep.” Spills out Tim, the only words he can manage.
He pulls their intertwined hands down to Tim’s lower stomach, murmuring through kisses on the back of his neck. “You feel me baby? I’m right here,”
He presses their hands down on Tim’s lower stomach slightly, the pressure hits Tim like a livewire, as the feeling of Kon’s thrusts become that much more intense. Well now that’s just unfair. It’s just such a dirty trick. Tim has no choice but to get his revenge now.
As soon as he figures out what words are again.
“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” He moans, reaching back with his free hand to grip Kon’s neck, his back arching. He pulls him close, and whispers in his mouth, looking up at him through his eyelids. “I want it inside, please, baby,”
As expected, Tim gets a flash of Kon’s cheeks turning red and smiling into the onslaught of kisses, opening his mouth and taking everything Kon gives him. He’d make room for him anywhere. He feels Kon’s breath begin to hitch as he kisses him, his strokes turning deeper and desperate.
“Come on,” Tim moans, breaking their kiss to throw his head back in pleasure. “I got you,”
“You feel so good,” Kon tucked his head into Tim’s neck, openly moaning and swearing as he clutches Tim.
Sometimes Tim wonders what it’s like for Kon, having sex with super senses. The first time they fucked, Tim had to sit on top of Kon unmoving, for 5 minutes cuz Kon’s eyes kept turning red. He kept profusely apologizing for ruining the mood, and Tim, once he realized Kon was okay, actually found the situation kinda funny.
(“Dude, You’re makin’ it worse" “Oh don’t get all prideful, it happens. You’re still smokin hot.” “You’re not funny. Your giggling is venus fly trapping my dick. I’m actually gonna burn the ceiling”).
Once he calmed down, Tim proceeded to make him have an earth shattering orgasm to make up for his misdemeanors. He also unlocked the realization he might have a little kink for making Kon lose control. He keeps himself so reigned in all the time, never giving in to what it feels like to lose control.
When Tim gets riled up like he is right now, he feels so out of his mind it's almost scary, unlocking some primal state where the world ceases to exist, and he has no other motivation than making Kon feel good. To have that feeling, to be this vulnerable, and be aware of everything, everywhere all at once? Tim would explode with that level of overstimulation. Maybe that’s why Kon resonated with the name Supernova so much. If he was to explode, it wouldn’t make it small, it’d be an atomic bomb. No, bigger.
The hand across his chest holds him a little too tight, the TTK aura around him digs a little too deep into his skin. Tim relaxes into it, knowing he’s safe, knowing Kon feels safe with him. He trusts him, He trusts himself with Tim to relax, and let himself feel for once.
“ Always wanna make you feel good,” Tim sighs, content.
“Y- you do… make- hah, ahh - make me so happy s-sunshine,” Kon sighs, “anything for you,”
Tim smiles, letting his eyes slide closed, moans being punched out of him with every inward thrust. His body begins to stiffen with the approaching orgasm. He could feel himself trembling, on the verge of falling apart. That’s fine. The only kind of whole he wants to be is Kon’s. The rest are simply just overrated. His knees are starting to get sore against the truck floor, and his back is starting to ache, annoying reminders of his human body. He fights through it. He’s almost there, grinding against the phantom licks and sucks on his sore cunt, shooting stars of pleasure all around his body. It’s reminiscent of the way Kon would actually do it if he was down there, just as sure of himself, of the way he can play Tim’s body like an instrument. Tim’s hand still hasn’t left the back of his neck, the shaved parts of his fade prickling against his hand, the texture serving as an anchor, like the string of a balloon, a reminder that Kon’s really real, and the one bringing him to these heights. He’s so close, he-
Wait. What?
Why the fuck is he stopping?!
“You gotta be fucking shitting me right now,” He swears, lifting up off of Tim. Tim gives himself half a second of panting, bringing himself back to the present moment.
“What’s wrong?” He pants, but his question is answered when he opens his eyes again, blinking blearily, and pushing his hair back against his forehead.
His vision focuses at the precise moment he sees a police cruiser busting what’s definitely an illegal u-turn, and flickering red and blue lights drive towards where they sit, parked on the previously empty road.
Y’know, the thought of a moment like this used to fill Tim with dread.
Back when he was dating Ari, he used to be scared of getting a ticket for making out with her in the backseat, cuz then he’d have to tell his dad and it would be a whole thing. Little did he know he would end up preferring getting a ticket any day over Ari’s uncle trying to kill him in her living room, but he digresses.
The point is, he’s grown now. And as the realty of the moment sets in, and he really blames the chemicals in his brain for this, he’s actually just kinda fucking annoyed.
“You sure it’s not just another call in the opposite direction?” He tries, taking over from where Kon TTK’d his pants up for him to button and zip them, grimacing at the feeling of his wet cunt meeting his underwear. The endorphins masked the feeling, but now he feels it pulse with soreness as he rises up to sit on the backseat, pushing his shirt down from where it was bunched in his armpits. .
“Considering I just heard him say, ain't that the Kent’s truck? Afraid not darlin’,” Kon looks just as annoyed as he buttons his shirt.
He turns to look at Tim, and wastes a precious second to contort his face in a funny expression, like he does when they’re on FaceTime and it goes silent for a second. It works to dissipate the tension, and Tim laughs, leaning over to cradle Kon’s face in his hands and squish his cheek, just because he can.
It's now that Tim notices the music has turned off, and the subtle rumbling of the engine is gone, Kon having used his TTK to do that too. He’d never say it out loud, but watching Kon become a master with his telekinesis is probably one of the coolest things about him. Also the hottest. Even if Tim fucked him under a red sun projector (and believe him, he is working so hard on this being a reality) he’d still be able to eat Tim out with his mind.
He has no right to still be this attractive. Lips swollen and glistening from spit, the police lights dancing across his skin. He’s grinning as his chest heaves up and down, still not having calmed down off their unfinished high. His shirt is still halfway open, having given up with the broken buttons, and he sits with his legs wide, rubbing his hand up and down the leg Tim has draped over him. His cock is still poking a tent in his pants, which is interesting, cuz Tim knows that he knows how to control his own blood flow to make that thing go down.
Actually, soreness be damned. He needs Kon back inside him now.
Even though he wasn’t the one driving originally, Tim launches himself to crawl in the front seat, as the cruiser begins to park itself on the opposite lane.
“Whoa! Whoa! Hey,” Kon exclaims, catching him around the waist, guiding him back next to him. “Whatever John Wayne-esque fast and furious ass plan you got, dead it. Can barely get this thing to go over 60 on a good day,”
Tim makes a mental note to check the car’s spark plugs… after he gets his boyfriend's spark plug first though.
“What?” Tim squints in confusion. “I wasn’t gonna-” he sighs. “You midwestern types are chatty, which is usually cute, but you’re gonna have a 20 minute conversation about the weather like we don’t have urgent business to finish,”
“Is it weird that your pouting is turning me on right now?”
Tim rolls his eyes, and starts toward the front seat again. This is why he needs to do the talking.
The force around his waist is invisible this time. But as soon as his ass hits the seat, there are hands cradling his face, and suddenly he’s surrounded by Kon. Their lips lock in a sweet, but passionate kiss. Tim, pent up and way past the mood for sweetness, wraps his arms around Kon’s neck and deepens it immediately, pushing his tongue into Kon’s mouth.
Making out in the back of the car is admittedly, a better cover. He should’ve thought of that, it’s a win-win. Plus it’s an easy distraction to fall into, it’s Kon he’s kissing after all and their rhythm never gets old.
The interruptions do though.
Very quickly , Tim might add, as he hears knocks on the window that have the nerve to be polite. He considers ignoring them, but Kon, cuz he’s a fucking angel of the person (he evens pretends to jump at the knocks - what a gentleman), gently pushes him off to roll down the window. And it’s the type of windows where you have to manually crank a knob to roll them down, as if this situation wasn’t ridiculous enough.
The protection from the tinted windows gives way to the harsh fluorescence of a flashlight and Tim finches like a vampire against it, his irritation back like it never left. He doesn’t want to do anything to ruin the Kents reputation and certainly doesn’t want to disrespect Martha, who’s the sweetest woman in the whole world … but he needs to make his boyfriend cum Now.
As long as no one asks about anyone’s mother they’ll be okay.
“Sheriff Buckley,” Kon greets, squeezing Tim’s knee. “Is there a problem?”
“Evenin’ Conner, I thought that was you,” Sheriff Buckley replies, even tips his hat while looking between them. There’s no way he doesn’t know. “What you kids doin’ out here so late? Truck still giving you trouble?”
“No sir, she’s been running fine lately, Thanks to Kyle,”
Tim squints, this time not because of the light.
Other people fixing his car? Why didn’t he ask Tim to fix the car? He likes cars, build them even. He can probably fix it better than Kyle!
“Boy takes after his father, I taught him everything he knows! You let us know if she starts rattling again alright?” Sheriff Buckley smiles, shoulder’s rising in pride the same way Kon’s do when Krypto’s a good boy.
“Yes, Sir. Will do!” Please don’t ask about Martha… we're almost home free, please don’t ask about Martha…
“How’s that Ma of yours doin?”
Jesus… Fucking Christ of Suburbia, Come On!
“She’s doing good! Real grateful for the extra hands around the house with Tim visiting for semester break,”
Tim awkwardly waves. “Hi!”
“Oh, goodness, where are my manners? Nice to meet you son,” He reaches into the car and shakes Tim’s hand.
“Likewise,”
“You from up the east coast I hear?”
“Yeah, we both go to Rutgers,” He gestures between Kon and him.
“Rutgers? Whew… Those Knights have been doing good on the field this season. The Mrs. and I are spending Christmas in Arizona to watch 'em play our wildcats. Our eldest son, Mason’s a wide receiver at Kansas state. Conner you met Mason right?”
“I have. Definitely a guy that eats his wheaties,” Kon answers.
“What a coincidence,” Tim says at the same time, beginning to bounce his knee.
Kon looks over at Tim, furrowing his brow at his knee. Suddenly there’s something under his skin, kneading over tense muscles in his shoulders. It’s meant to be comforting, and it is! But it also reactivates Tim’s horny meter. They neeeeeed to get out of here before Tim does something stupid like moan.
“Alright well…” Officer Buckley starts. Thank fuck . “You two best be gettin’ on home. Don’t cause any trouble out here and worry Martha none”
“Yes sir,”
A really embarrassing thought passes through Tim’s mind about the amount of times he’s called men that weren’t him “Sir tonight”. And he instantly decides to unpack that at a later date. Way later, maybe when he finishes that Red Sun projector.
“Nice meetin’ you, Tim!” He backs away from the truck with a light hearted tap against the door. Not looking back as he gets in his cruiser and drives off down the road.
Only when the cruiser is no longer in focus, does Tim feel Kon’s hand glide from his knee, to between his legs.
“Now where were we…”
“Finally!” He practically jumps back into Kon’s lap, licking and sucking over his neck, palming his still hard cock over his jeans. “Thought I was gonna explode,”
“‘Tis but a brief intermission,” Kon replies, lifting his shirt up again, and dropping a kiss on his sternum, right on top of a scar he doesn’t remember how he got. “Twas? Tis? Fuck it we ball.”
“Brief my ass,” Tim snorts. Doesn’t matter if it was only like, 10 minutes, it felt like forever in the Sahara with no water.
“I already did,” Kon grins up at him, smacking him on the ass for maximum cocky points.
“Oh, you’re nasty ” Tim gasps, before laughing. “That a good one, baby”
“Makes you wanna call me Mr. Kent, huh?” He holds Tim around the waist as he shifts them, laying Tim across the backseat.
“You do know I literally have Jackson in my name right?”
“And honey I do indeed only like your nasty groove,” Kon kisses down his body, licking a stripe across Tim’s belly button. “Don’t think I didn’t hear the way you’re heart sped up when I said ‘Yes, Sir’”
“We can figure out the semantics later,” Tim sighs, as Kon kisses lower, Raising his hips as Kon slides his pants down enough to slide his head between his thighs.
“Yes, Sir,” He murmurs, licking his fingers in preparation. Tim ignores the way his stomach flutters to pull at his hair.
“Right now, My name’s Tim,” He pauses, and then, because he’s stupid and cringe and just can’t help himself. “Mr. Jackson if you’re nasty,”
Kon pauses where he was lavishing kissing over his stomach, snickers turning into a full laugh.
“That did it for you? You’re so weird.” Tim scoffs, stunned but joins him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Kon rolls his eyes. “Call me a bake oven the way I’m easy,”
And then shit isn’t funny at all anymore as he drops a kiss on Tim’s cock.
His hands rub over the outsides of Tim’s thighs, licking a stripe over his folds. One of Tim’s hands grips his hair, while the other cradles the back of his neck, holding him right where he’s so desperately needed. Kon moans into his cunt as he eats him out, and the new sensation almost makes him see stars, shamelessly humping against Kon’s face. He feels the coil in his stomach winding tighter and tighter, and something dawns on him.
He gently pushes Kon’s head away, his mouth and nose wet, glistening with him on it. He looks at Tim through his eyelashes, adorable concern on his face.
Tim feels so safe with him.
“Get up here. Don’t wanna cum without you” Kon’s face splits into a grin, ducking from under Tim’s thighs to pull his jeans off. He only gets on ankle, before Tim is desperately tugging him down by the shoulders to lay between his spread thighs. Using his mind, Kon has already tugged his own jeans down just enough. He plants his mouth over Tim’s, the taste of cherry coke now replaced with him as he sloppily kisses him. Tim reaches down, gripping the heavy cock between his legs, feeling Kon shudder as he strokes it a few times, thumbing at the head when he reaches the top. He guides it down, positions it at his hole, and guides the tip in.
Already stretched out from before, Kon makes every minute count inside Tim. He moans into his mouth as he slides home, feeling Tim’s hole mold around him perfectly and instantly begins thrusting. Tim pants at the onslaught of pleasure. Kon gets his hands under Tim’s ass, effectively immobilizing his lower half, sliding Tim on and off his cock, like his own personal fleshlight, using Tim’s pliant body to chase his own pleasure.
Without the music, Tim’s hyper aware of the way the leather seats crunch against their moving skin, unusually loud, before he realizes.
That’s the creak of metal.
Kon’s so far gone he hasn’t even bothered to extend his field to keep the truck from rocking. All because of how Tim is making him feel. Tim’s doing that to him. Stupid Officer Buckley could turn the car around and break the window from knocking on it so hard and Tim doesn’t think either of them would care, too caught in the bucking they’ve got going on.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers into the kiss. “So good for me,”
“You’re one to talk,” Tim scratches down Kon’s shoulders, feeling the way they shake and flex as he holds himself up and sinks inside. “My pretty boy,”
Kon goes wild at that. He’s grabbing at Tim’s legs, splaying him open to get impossibly deeper inside of him, his thrusts becoming more hits than strokes, knocking the breath out of him. He breaks their kiss, and latches onto his neck, whimpering Tim’s name like a prayer around the bites and kisses he showers on it.
With his mouth free, Tim’s moan rings out against silence on the road. He tilts his head to give Kon the room to do whatever he wants to his neck. Kon could be whatever he wanted to Tim’s body at this present moment, and it’s the fact that Tim knows he would still choose to cherish it is what makes him feel so overwhelmed, tears well up in his eyes, and he rapidly blinks them away. One hand cradles Kon’s head to his neck, the other grips the fabric of the backseat headrest.
When he opens his eyes, he sees the headlights of a car pass by them, making him all the more aware of what they’re doing. Kon pistoning in him hard and fast, the truck rocking, the rhythm that their bodies make when they connect, the thrill of it all. They don’t care about anything but each other right now. He throws his head back against the seat, overcome, and starts babbling absolute nonsense, not caring about how raspy and creaky voice sounds.
“You like that, pretty baby? Yeah? Fuck me with that pretty cock, love feeling you inside me, using me. Wanna be so good for you. Want you to fill me up, baby. Please? Please come inside me. Come for me. I need you so bad-”
“Tim. Tim, shit, ah. Tim. So tight, so good. Gonna make you feel so good, Sunshine ahh-”
Tim shoves the hand he had on the headrest between his legs, rubbing at his cock in time with Kon thrusts. Every time he rubs down on the circular motion, he catches Kon’s cock as it slides inside, brushing against his fingertips. Right when he wonders if Kon can feel it, he jumps, then shivers in Tim’s arms when his dick grazes his nail on a particular thrust. He lifts from Tim’s neck, and stares down at where their bodies meet, his mouth open and panting, entranced at the sight. Tim bites his lip, rubbing up and down the back of Kon’s neck with his fingers, feeling his breath begin to hitch like it always does.
“You close baby? Gonna give it to me?” Tim’s legs begin to tremble, his back arching off the seats, as much as it can with Kon’s desperate grip holding open his thighs.
He looks back up at Tim, holding his gaze with a fucked out expression, if Tim had the guess, he probably didn’t look much better. Kon moves one hand to swipe across wetness Tim didn’t even feel coming out. He wants to close his eyes at how tender and intimate the gesture feels, a simple but earnest testament reminding him that Kon loves him so much, but he can’t. He can’t stop moaning, can’t stop clenching around him, can’t stop the swears from spilling out of his mouth, he is so, so, dangerously close from falling over the edge with a smile.
“Kiss me.” Kon demands. Tim yanks him to his mouth. And that’s all it takes for the flood to release.
Tim tries to keep up with the sloppy movements of their mouths, but his peak hits like a freight train, his entire body stiffening, toes curling as sparks of pleasure still erupt throughout his body as Kon’s trust becomes erratic, and disorganized. He feels hot cum coat his insides, more thrusts from the love of his life pushing it deeper inside of him.
When it's all over, they lay against each other. Kon is still buried deep, plugging Tim’s cunt, and they kiss lazily, the only sounds being the wetness as their lips meet, and the odd car that zooms past them on the road.
“You okay?” Tim breaks the silence, stroking light fingers between his shoulder blades.
“Thas-” Kon yawns, before nuzzling his nose against Tim’s. “That’s my line”
“Bout time I was the one fucking you to sleep,”
“You wish, man. Your bat body might’ve forgotten how this works, but when the sun isn’t in the sky, you’re supposed to be tired,”
“Smart-ass,”
“Smart enough to fuck you stupid,”
“No, you temporarily siphon my smarts every time I let you fuck me. Draining my life force, and making me loopy and tired. There’s a difference,”
“Lotta words for describing oxytocin release there buddy,”
“You’re a thief. A sense stealer,”
“And sleep giver. I think it’s an equal exchange,” He kisses Tim’s cheek. “Give some to get some n whatnot,”
“Keep talking and you’re never getting some again,”
“You don’t even believe that,”
“Yes I do. In fact, we’re breaking up right now, get off me,”
“Yeah, okay,” He scoffs in a playful mocking tone. He does lift up off Tim, but only to shift them so it’s Kon’s back against the seat. He’s still nestled inside Tim, as he folds his arms at the back of his head, and sighs, relaxing against the leather.
Tim happily perches on top of him, tracing the different patterns on his chest, right on top of his heart. First the House of El crest, then Tim’s symbol, then, T+K with a heart around it cuz he has no shame.
“You know, both of our initials are in TTK,” Tim observes.
It gets a soft grin out of Kon, hands moving to squeeze his hips.
“Almost like we’re meant to be, Sunshine” He yawns again, opening his eyes. The way they were automatically trained on Tim, enough to deduce that he was using his X-ray vision before. “My world would be permanently off balance without you,”
Tim hums, tracing another heart over his chest. “Be careful. That’s a little homosexual sounding dude,”
Kon raises an eyebrow, holding Tim still, as he thrusts softly inside of his sore cunt.
“Bout 3 years too late for careful. I’m a raging little gay bastard,”
Tim chuckles, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
If he wasn’t so close, he wouldn’t have noticed it, but Kon’s ears twitch, and his expression grows serious. He raises up on his elbows, eyes narrowing in concentration, and leaning slightly towards the left. Something’s picked up his hearing.
Tim tenses, looking around. The road is empty, he waits for a couple of seconds, but there’s not a single sound of tires crunching on gravel.
Suddenly, Kon sighs, loudly, rolling his eyes.
“What now?”
“Uh, Ma wants us home,” He carefully slides out of Tim, sitting up and setting him on his lap so he doesn’t drip all over the seat.
Tim’s brows furrows. They told her not to wait up, it’s after midnight, usually she goes to sleep after she finishes watching her primetime TV shows at 10.
“Is she okay?” He asks, untangling his jeans and underwear from his one ankle, lifting his hips to pull them up.
“She’s fine. We got snitched on though,”
Motherfucker.
Tim knew they got off way too easy with that cop. He presses his palms into his eyes, instantly mortified.
“You’re kidding,”
“Nope. Ma covered for us though, but she said, and I quote, ‘If you two boys don’t get your narrow asses in this house right now,’ dot dot dot. End quote,”
“Dammit. Is she mad?”
“We’re grown ass men, Tim,”
“That doesn’t make it better! I don’t wanna be disrespectful!” Tim exclaims, yanking his boots back on. “We’re supposed to help her make eggnog for the book club tomorrow! I’m not gonna be able to look her in the eye!”
“She just murmured ‘they’re just like me and johnny’ I think you’re gonna be fine, babe,”
“I can never show my face around here again,” Tim catastrophizes, moving over to the other side of the backseat so Kon can pull his clothes on. He shivers, once Kon isn’t touching him, it’s easy to forget how much of a space heater he is. “Just shoot me now,”
“I already shot off inside of you, that shop is closed for the night,”
Tim lightly swats him with his boot. “It’s not funny!”
“Y’know in three days we’re gonna laugh about this,” He catches Tim’s wrist, kissing the inside of it.
“You know when you say that you relinquish your right to say any variation of ‘I told you so’ even if that happens.”
“It will happen, and that’s fine. Anything to get you to unclench a little,”
“You like it when I clench,” Tim mumbles, pouting.
“Le gasp!” Kon exclaims. “A sex joke! Why Timothy Jackson are you… getting over it? One might even say, unclenching, even?”
“Yeah yeah, send the damn parade,” Tim zips up his second boot, and launches himself into the driver’s seat. With no resistance this time! Just Kon’s cackle, because his boyfriend just finds himself sooooo fucking funny.
My stupid little idiot. Tim looks at him in the rearview mirror, smiling fondly. He wakes up every day excited to make Kon happy.
Tim starts the car, letting the engine heat up in the cold, turning the actual heat on too, cuz he’s freezing. By the time Kon finishes tying the laces of his own shoes and climbs into the passenger seat, Tim’s reaching for the gear shift. Kon stops him.
“Hey, wait, we almost forgot!” Kon says, stretching his hand out. “Good game bro,”
It’s a dumb internet trend Tim saw and sent to Kon, he didn’t think the other boy would take it seriously, but there they are. They’ve been doing it since … Tim doesn’t know how long.
Tim daps him up, grinning widely. “Good game, baby,”
He is down so horrendously.
Don’t save him though. He loves it here.