A Little Less Talk

Rating: PG
Summary: Kon wants some action. Tim wants to talk…first.

It was really starting to get on his nerves. Kon kept staring at him, and Tim, despite being the latest protégé of the World's Greatest Detective, could not figure out why.

Tim was also completely mystified as to why Kon had to taken to sighing dramatically in between staring at him. The sporadic gusty noises were distracting him from the police reports he was reviewing on the Point Men, and pushing his already strained nerves even further towards the breaking point.

When Kon sighed for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes, the final nerve snapped. Whirling on his friend with a fierce, heated glare on his face, Tim hissed out in a voice low and filled with danger, "What?"

Far from appearing taken aback – for everyone in Young Justice was used to how Robin got when he was in a snit – Kon just looked bored. Shrugging laconically, he said, "Nothing, man."

"It's not 'nothing' that has you staring at me and sighing over me like a lovesick fool," Tim said, his own repressed feelings for his friend coming to the fore in a vicious verbal jab that cut himself more than they ever could Kon.

That actually got Kon to show some emotion; he looked nonplussed, and a little worried. "I didn't realize I was…bothering you."

"Well, you were," Tim said, still miffed, but not entirely unmollified by Kon's words. Folding his arms over his chest, he tapped one finger against the opposite arm and tilted his head in a waiting pose. "Why having you been staring at me?"

Kon was silent for almost a full minute. Slanting Tim a sideways look, he finally asked, "Do you want the socially acceptable answer or the truth?"

"The truth," Tim replied automatically, though inwardly he wondered when Kon cared about being socially acceptable beyond getting girls.

Taking a deep breath, Kon blurted out, "I haven't gotten laid in forever, and you're really starting to turn me on." His face turned a light shade of pink as Tim gaped at him, jaw seemingly having come unhinged from his face.

Finally managing to pick said jaw up from off the floor, the third Robin growled, "What?"

Backing away – up and away; it came in handy to have the ability to fly – from his seething friend, Kon said, "You heard me, man."

Tim stared at Kon for a few excruciatingly long minutes before letting out a huge breath of frustration. "You finally want me, and it's only because you're horny?" he exclaimed, torn between unbridled anger and despairing hurt.

Kon blinked, appearing surprised, and for good reason. Even to the most oblivious person in the world – which Kon wasn't, but in a contest he would definitely earn an honorable mention – it would clearly sound as if Robin was more upset by why Kon wanted him, than the fact that Kon did want him. "Uh…well…mostly," he admitted.

Tim latched onto that. "Mostly?" he questioned. The situation seemed cut and dried to him; either Kon wanted him, or he just wanted to have sex. It had always seemed sublimely unfair that just by virtue of his Kryptonian legacy and his sunny personality Kon could and did tumble the majority of the girls – and at least half of the boys – in the world into his bed. Now Robin was starting to wonder if Kon hadn't developed a mild form of nymphomania.

Kon nodded hesitantly. "I…well, I mean, I've always noticed you, man."

"You have?" Tim asked, unable to keep the note of disbelief from his voice. If Kon had really noticed him, how had he, protégé to the World's Greatest Detective, not noticed him noticing?

Kon gave a one-shouldered shrug as he settled back to Earth. Tim noted that his friend had positioned himself nearer to the door than he had been previously, however, as if prepared to make a quick escape. "You've been my best friend since before I even had a name. But I didn't wanna chance changing that and you're pretty standoffish anyway, so I just never went anywhere with it."

"Uh-huh," Tim grunted, and purposely let the skepticism seep into his voice. "And now?"

"Well…" Kon ran his fingers through his hair several times, tangling the already messy curls even more. "There've always been plenty of girls around to keep me from thinking about you, but lately, with this…drought…I seem to be having, I just…" He flushed, darted a look at Tim and then looked away with a rueful grin as he finished, "…can't stop thinking about you, man."

"Really?" Tim raised an eyebrow in question, exaggerating the movement so it would be seen above his mask. Kon's half of the conversation was too awkward for this to be a joke, but Tim still found it hard to believe that one of his best friends had harbored romantic-type feelings for him for so long.

Kon nodded fractionally. "Yeah, pretty much."

Tim sighed and fought the urge to rub his eyes – it never worked right through the mask, only making them feel itchy afterwards – before giving Kon a baleful glare. "Kon, you are my best friend…"

"…but you don't swing that way; I know, man," Kon said with a sullen roll of his eyes.

Tim hid a smirk. Superboy thought he had Robin all figured out, and he did, to a point. He had a woefully small amount of information about Tim Drake, however. "Actually, I do – at least, I'm attracted to you," Tim corrected him. What he'd been going to say was 'Kon, you are my best friend, but sometimes I question the intelligence of that decision.' Mostly because those 'sometimes' were times when he questioned Kon's intelligence.

Kon blinked. "What?" he asked in a squeak.

"You heard me." Tim huffed and tried to hold back his blush. Their whole conversation had been surreal, but if he was finally about to get what he'd wanted for the past several months, he was going to jump on it and hold on with both hands – figuratively speaking, of course. "The thing is, you are my best friend, and if this is just some one-night stand, or a short fling you're looking for, I don't want any part of it."

"And if I was looking for something more permanent?" Kon asked, his typical bravado belied by the nervous way he chewed on his lower lip after asking.

Tim's eyes softened and he left himself smile. "Then…we could talk about that."

"Talk, huh?" Kon's lips curved into a smile of his own.

"Mm-hm." Tim nodded, adjusting his body posture to be more open, more inviting, more…seductive.

Kon leaned towards him, leering slightly. "Just talk?" he asked, hopefulness in his voice.

"Well, I think I could be talked into some kissing…or maybe more," Tim allowed, running the fingers of one gloved hand along Kon's muscular arm.

"Well, then…let's get this conversation started," Kon said.

Before he could make his move, Tim grinned, and jumped him – literally. The talking could wait; he was dying for some action.

THE END