The training room of Mt. Justice was filled with grunts and other feral noises. Super Boy was in the middle of a session with Robin and he was not on his game. The Boy Wonder was too fast for his fist most times and even when he did calculate where the youth would land, he'd be gone again in an instant.
"Come on, Super Boy! Fight!" Robin shouted. He leapt into the air, landing a fury of kicks onto the larger boy's chest and shoulder.
Super Boy growled and kept his arms up in a guarded position. "Hold still and I just might get to!" He saw the flash of Robin's cape flutter by and he snapped his arm to grab the fabric.
Robin's eyes darted to the movement and quickly unhooked the cape, letting it fall to the floor before moving back into his assault. He dropped down to the ground and swept his foot out, taking Super Boy's own feet from beneath him.
The floor shook as Super Boy fell and the floor sensors recognized his defeat. A small tally of 'four to one' flashed above Super Boy's head. Conner groaned as he got to his feet. "Dick went all out teaching you."
"Yeah, of course," Tim said and held out his hand to the other. "Good fight, even if you were distracted the whole time."
"Distracted?" Conner took the offered hand and pulled himself up. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well learn, because if I were the enemy, I could have taken you out," Tim said gravely. He bent down to pick up his discarded cape and nodded his head towards the door. "Come on. Let's go take a break."
Conner nodded and followed the smaller boy out. He wasn't still dwelling on what happened with him and Megan. He was already over it. It had been his decision in the first place, so why was he still angry? Conner shook his head and blinked in surprise when his eyes caught Tim's butt swaying as he walked.
Tim was unaware of the attention he was getting and stopped off in the kitchen. He snagged two bottles of water and tossed one in Conner's direction. "Here."
Conner quickly caught the bottle and twisted the cap off. "You going back to Gotham tonight or are you staying here?"
"I'm staying here tonight since I don't have patrol until tomorrow night," Tim took a swig from his bottle and wiped his mouth. "Still need to get adjusted working with everyone."
"About adjusting..." Conner led him out the living room and dropped down on the couch. "What was that move with your cape. You seriously just take it off during fights?"
"Yeah. I saw you move to grab it," Tim said and sat next to the other. "Teammates or not, I'm not going to let you choke me on my own suit."
"I wasn't going to choke you," Conner chuckled. "Maybe just spin you around a bit. You don't see most cape wearers rushing to take it off during a fight."
"They don't think ahead," Tim said. "I'm not as good as dodging back assaults as Batman, so I made my own cape easy to remove."
The zeta tube announced Megan's arrival and Conner got to his feet quickly to avoid conversation. "I'm going upstairs."
"Conner—" Tim jumped up at the other's sudden movement. "Are you serious?"
"About that spinning thing? Nah. That would hurt you too much." Conner went up the stairs and entered his bedroom. The door didn't click shut and he was surprised to see Tim had followed him. "Something wrong?"
"That's what I should be asking you," Tim closed the door quietly behind him. "Any reason you're running from M'gann?"
"I'm not running!" Conner lowered his voice and looked away. "I don't want to talk about it okay?"
"All right…" Tim backed off. He didn't feel like being on the wrong end of one of Conner's temper tantrums. "Just know it's probably not going to get better until you do."
"I know that much." Conner laid back on his bed and sighed up to the ceiling.
"We can talk later," Tim came to sit next to the other once he calmed down and began to gently stroke his hair.
Conner closed his eyes and turned his head to give Tim better access. He curled up beside the smaller boy and laid his head in Tim's lap. Tim smiled fondly at the child-like actions and continued petting the other slowly.
"I'd be careful about taking that cape off though," Conner started again. "You might get some unwanted attention with your backside exposed."
"So you were staring at my butt," Tim mused quietly.
"Only at that last second..." Conner opened his eyes and innocently looked up at Tim. "I couldn't help it. Sorry."
"I'm sure," Tim leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Tim..." Conner's cheeks turned red and he sat up.
"Sorry," Tim bit his lower lip and scooted back some.
Conner reached his hand out and pulled the smaller teen close again. He kissed hic cheek chastely and gave the boy a small smile. Tim smiled back and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry. Still adjusting to that too."
"I could help with that." Conner leaned closer and kissed Tim's lips softly.
Tim made a small noise into the kiss and brought one of his hands to rest on Conner's shoulder, as if to keep him close. Conner pressed down lightly and laid Tim down on his mattress. He let his hands hold the other's waist and he shifted his weight so as not to crush the smaller boy.
Tim allowed himself to be shifted and moved himself to make it more comfortable. Conner broke the kiss to catch his breath. "I feel a bit better now."
"That's good," Tim said and immediately went right back to kissing.
Conner kissed Tim harder and his hands started to wander. He tugged on Tim's uniform and unzipped it from behind. He sat up so the Kevlar suit could be peeled away from his skin. He reached up and began undressing the other boy, starting with his signature black muscle shirt.
Conner stopped to let Tim undress him and started again. He leaned down and kissed down Tim's chest and stopped at an expose nipple. He sucked on the nub of flesh and flicked his tongue across it.
"Ahh!" Tim gasped in surprise, arching his back slightly into the touch.
Conner finished unzipping Tim down to his pants and rolled his hips downward. He traced his hand along Tim's body to his other nipple and rubbing his finger around it. Tim bit his lip not to moan and reached down to start unfastening Conner's jeans.
Conner lapped his tongue faster across Tim's body. He lifted his hips to give Tim an easier time with his jeans. It took a few awkward moments, but Tim was able to loosen the jeans and reach inside for his prize. He found the warm bulge forming there and gently stroked it through the fabric of Conner's boxers.
"Aah..." Conner let out a soft moan against Tim's chest. He sat up slowly and positioned himself so Tim could reach him faster.
Tim wiggled a bit so he could push down Conner's boxers. His erection sprung free and Tim unconsciously licked his lips.
Conner gave a little chuckle. "Impatient?"
"Did you want me to go slow?" Tim countered.
"I didn't say that." Conner leaned down and captured Tim's lips again.
Tim gave a tiny smile into the kiss and moved to grasp Conner's length firmly in his hand. Conner moaned into Tim's mouth as he started a slow rhythm of pumping as they kissed. Conner ran his tongue over Tim's lips and against his own. He squirmed in Tim's grasp and wiggled in pleasure.
"Do you like that?" Tim mumbled, breaking the kiss briefly before going back to working his mouth and fingers against the other.
The Kyrptonian clone tried to nod enthusiastically but didn't want to break the kiss again. He could feel Tim's fingers sliding faster his pre-cum started to drip out and coat his member. Tim felt his hand becoming slick and that only spurned him to move faster.
"Tim..." Conner groaned against his mouth a second time and shuddered once. "Not yet, I'm too close..."
"Do you want me to stop?" Tim asked, slowly his hand a little.
"I want to make you feel good too..." Conner reached between them and lightly rubbed between Tim's legs. Tim's breath hitched slightly.
"Yeah, like that." Conner slipped his hand into Tim's uniform and pull it down to expose his backside and lap. Conner fumbled with his boxers once before pulling them down and exposing his hardening cock.
Tim bit his lip and wiggled the rest of the way out of his uniform. Conner smiled and stroked Tim faster.
"Nnngh…Conner," Tim moved into the touch, his cheeks flushing.
Conner's length twitched in Tim's hand and he moaned. Conner moved slightly so they were rubbing against each other. The springs started to creak louder.
Tim gasped when he felt their twin erections move against each other. Conner stroked his hand faster and loosened his grip. He bent forward to kiss Tim awkwardly. Tim kissed back just as poorly, his mind to distracted by the other's hand. "Conner, please…" he murmured.
Conner nodded and released his hold on Tim. He looked down between their legs and whistled at their hardened lengths. "Is that a new record time?" he chuckled.
"Shut up," Tim grumbled with a blush. He didn't often lose control, but he wanted Conner and he wanted him now.
Conner chuckled again and went to retrieve a small bottle of lubrication. He coated himself and a few fingers before rubbing at Tim's entrance. A small moan came from Tim and he shifted his legs apart and peered down shyly at his partner.
Conner was too focused on preparing Tim to notice he was being watched. He slid his fingers inside him slowly and rubbed his sensitive walls. Tim groaned softly and tilted his head back to lie against the headboard. Conner added a third finger and bent forward to run his tongue along the swollen entrance.
The stretch burned slightly, but Tim welcomed it and pushed down against the intruding digits.
"Just a little bit more." Conner remembered his first time with Tim and how he was scared he tore the other boy open. It hadn't been as horrible as that, but Conner liked to over prepare just in case. Once he was satisfied, he kissed Tim's cavity again and rubbed his slick member against him.
"Conner…" Tim whispered softly and ran his fingers through his short hair.
Conner made a soft purr in reply and slid himself into Tim. He settled inside the other boy for a moment before he began to move again.
Tim gritted his teeth and took in a deep breath as he felt himself being stretched further than Conner's fingers had. It didn't feel nearly as bad as the first few times, and the mild amount of discomfort was bearable.
Conner moved slowly at first to get Tim used to the sensation. He gradually sped up and pressed his fingers into Tim's waist.
"Ahh…" Tim arched his back, pulling Conner deeper into his body.
"Tim-" Conner hadn't expected that and thrust faster.
Moans came in steady succession as they rocked their bodies together. Conner could feel his breaking point and shifted deeper inside Tim. He pressed against Tim's prostate once and growled as he nearly released.
"Ahh!" Tim's eyes snapped open and he gripped onto Conner's shoulders. "Uhn, Conner…again!"
Conner thrust again and hit the spot harder. His breathing was becoming more laboured with each thrust.
Tim's walls began to clench around Conner.
"Tim—!" Conner bit his lip and swallowed a cry as he came.
The smaller boy shouted when he felt the other's hot essence spill inside him and followed him over the edge.
Conner collapsed in a heap atop Tim and tried to steady his heart. He pulled out and hugged him close. Both their bodies were sticky but he didn't care.
Tim's breath came out in short pants. He reached his arms up and wrapped them loosely around the larger boy's body and leaned up to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. Conner returned the kiss gladly and set his hands at Tim's waist. He broke the kiss to look down. He had left obvious finger bruises along Tim's waistline.
"Sorry..."
"It's okay," Tim said with a soft smile. "No one's going to see them anyway."
"Batman doesn't just burst in on you in the shower?" Conner lowered his voice. "Crime doesn't take a bath."
"Why would he—" Tim stopped and shook his head. "Never mind. Good night, Conner."
"What about 'Crime doesn't take a time out'. 'No naps in Gotham'?" Conner nuzzled Tim once.
"I'm going to blame these ridiculous questions on your lack of energy," Tim sighed and started stroking his head again.
Conner purred again ad rubbed his head against Tim's hand. "It's a good tired though."
"I know." A small kiss was placed on Conner's forehead.
Conner titled his head up and kissed Tim's cheek lightly. "Good night Tim."
"Good night, Conner," Tim yawned. He reached down for his discarded cape, draping it over their entangled bodies as they drifted off into sleep.
-OWARI-
Wow, long time no see guys! Sorry we've been distracted with other things, but when we saw the new season of YJ we HAD to do this. NOW we can use Tim and no one can complain. :) Needless to say, we are pleased, so here's the starting catalyst with 'Capes' again! There's still two more stories to be posted to the other, but we'll now be focusing on this collection. Hope you guys enjoy and don't mind the swap. See you next time!