Innocence: Chapter 03
Chikorita-Trainer1
T
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Sons or any of these characters.

Author's note: This chapter was loosely inspired by the Degrassi episode #YesMeansYes. Only these characters don't go all the way!

Author's note 2: This chapter was actually really awkward for me to write. Both because they're very young, and because, well, this isn't something I do or have ever done! I'm going strictly by stuff I've read in OTHER people's fanfiction. I have no experience getting intimate or even making out with someone. I'm sure that will come through in the writing.

Jon still hadn't told his parents about Damian and him. He wasn't sure if he should tell them they were dating, or that they had been caught making out by one of Damian's brothers. Part of him felt that he should be truthful and honest right out the gate, but another part of him felt that as long as Jason didn't tell either boy's parents, there was no need to mess with a good secret.

The family of three were at the supermarket in Metropolis when Jon spoke up.

"Can I sleep over at Damian's tomorrow?" he asked, tossing some Mentos onto the conveyor belt at the check-out line.

"As long as you finish all your homework before then, sure," said Lois.

"What are you guys going to do?" asked Clark.

"Patrol, then probably play video games and watch movies," Jon shrugged, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

"You should invite him over to our house for a sleepover sometime," said Lois.

"Yeah, but his house is bigger and there's more stuff to do," said Jon. And more distance between bedrooms, he thought to himself, grinning internally.

"True," said Lois.

When the Kents got home and Jon finished helping put the groceries away, he texted Damian.

Jon: I can sleep over Saturday

Damian: awesome

Jon: have you told your dad yet?

Damian: no. why?

Jon: when do you want to tell them?

Damian: Idk. If we tell them we're going out they might not let us sleep in the same bed together anymore

Jon: true. but we can't keep it a secret forever

Damian: not forever. Just until you're a little older

Then they both texted heart emojis to each other and ended the conversation.

Batman, Robin and Superboy all patrolled together until 1 AM. When they returned home, the boys showered and said they were going to bed, while Batman elected to stay in the Cave, working.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Damian, smiling. Jon grinned and took Damian's face in his hands and kissed him deeply.

"How would you feel about, like, just getting down to our underwear?" he asked.

"That'd be fine," said Damian, already getting out of his shirt. Jon quickly shed his pajamas as well, and soon both boys were in their boxers.

Damian wore rather baggy boxers that only hugged his waist with elastic, while Jon wore Spriefs that clung to his thighs and stopped about four inches above his knees.

"Damn," said Damian, looking Jon up and down. Despite his age, Jon's Kryptonian heritage manifested itself in sculpted abs and a toned chest, and Damian was completely captivated by it.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just hot," said Damian. Jon blushed.

"Have you met yourself?" he said softly, walking closer to Damian and running his hands down Damian's arms. Damian just sighed and wrapped his arms around Jon, pressing their bare torsos against each other. Jon inhaled the scent of Damian's hair as he rubbed up and down the assassin's back.

Damian turned his face towards Jon's trapezius and kissed it lightly. Jon smiled and squeezed Damian even tighter.

"Hey," Jon whispered. Damian pulled away from where he had been kissing and met Jon's face. Jon kissed Damian on the lips and walked him towards the bed. Damian sat down on the edge, leaving Jon still standing before him.

"Can I…uh…feel your butt?" Damian asked softly. Jon snorted.

"Outside the underwear, sure," he answered. Both boys giggled. Damian lightly gripped Jon's ass, and tried to squeeze, but Jon was a boy of steel just about everywhere.

"You're very muscular," Damian said, looking up at Jon.

Both boys burst out laughing.

"Lie back," said Jon. Then, realizing that that sounded a little demanding, he corrected himself. "I mean, if you want."

Damian scooted back on his bed and peeled back the covers. Jon flew over to the doorway to turn off the overhead light and make sure the door was locked. Damian quickly switched on his bedside lamp.

Jon glided silently through the air, and floated down above Damian like an angel descending, their bodies no more than a centimeter apart. Damian smiled and nodded, signaling to Jon that he wanted to touch him again.

Jon carefully lowered himself on top of Damian, and kissed him. Damian turned his head to the side, deepening the kiss, while Jon reached to pull the covers up over them, leaving just their shoulders and heads sticking out.

"I love you so much," whispered Damian.

"I love you, too," said Jon.

"Are you OK with this? All of this?" asked Damian.

"Yeah, I'm having fun," Jon giggled. "Are you?"

"Yeah, totally!" Damian answered.

"Good," said Jon, pecking Damian on the lips once more. "Do you want to try…uh…with tongue?" Damian bit his bottom lip while he thought.

"I don't know," he said.

"OK, that's cool," said Jon. "We'll just keep doing this." And he kissed Damian gently.

"I mean, maybe," said Damian. "Yeah, let's try that."

"OK," said Jon. "Close your eyes." Damian just huffed out a laugh, since they'd been kissing with their eyes closed this whole time. Nonetheless, he complied. Then he felt Jon's open mouth on his lips.

Damian parted his lips a little, and immediately felt Jon's tongue touch his. It felt kind-of gross, but he figured he ought to just go with it, since kissing with tongue was what most people did.

Jon was barely poking his tongue against Damian's when he felt Damian open his mouth wider, almost as if he were yawning. Taking that as a tacit invitation, Jon plunged his tongue into Damian's mouth and closed his lips over Damian's as fast as he could.

Suddenly, Damian broke their kiss and turned away.

"Ew," he said softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Sorry," said Jon.

"No, it's OK. It just felt weird."

"Yeah, same," said Jon. Then both boys giggled.

"Tasted alright," said Damian. "Minty."

"Thanks for noticing," said Jon. "I had some Mentos after dinner."

"Yeah, but we also have both brushed our teeth," said Damian. Jon just rolled his eyes. "But I appreciate the forethought."

"Of course," said Jon. "I want you to enjoy whatever we do."

"I am, Jon," said Damian, weaving his fingers through Jon's hair. "This is great."

"Yeah," said Jon. "So you don't want to French anymore?"

"Uh…well, no, I do," said Damian. "It was weird at first, but we may as well keep doing it and get used to it."

"We don't have to," said Jon. "You shouldn't force yourself to do something you're not comfortable with just because you think it's 'normal.'"

"That's what Grayson said," said Damian.

"You told him about us?"

"No, Todd did," said Damian, rolling onto his side, facing the inside of the bed. Jon rolled off of him so they could face each other, side by side. "Grayson came over to lecture me about consent and only doing what we're comfortable with and all that."

"You're lucky," said Jon.

"Why?"

"Because you have a bunch of brothers to talk to about this stuff. I have to go directly to my parents."

"It's not a charmed life, Jonno. Believe me," said Damian. "They're all nosy, overbearing jerks."

"No, they just care about you. And anything you want to know about relationships or sex or anything, you can go to them and not your dad."

"I suppose," Damian grumbled. "It's still embarrassing."

"I'd like to have even one big brother," said Jon.

"Yeah, I'd like to have only one, too," said Damian. Both boys looked at each other, stifling laughter.

"Pffffff!" went Damian.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed Jon.

"Heh, I mean…no. I love them all. But they're so frickin' annoying."

"Well, so are you, and I love you," said Jon, wanting to get back to making out. He took Damian's face in his hands again and pulled him towards him. Damian crawled on top of Jon and straddled his waist.

"Hey, can I feel your butt, too?" asked Jon, hands already meandering their way down Damian's waist.

"Sure," said Damian. Jon gave him a squeeze. "Not so hard!"

"Sorry!" laughed Jon. Both boys collapsed in a giggle-fit. "Forget my own strength sometimes!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed Damian.

"Maybe we should just stick to above-the-waist stuff?" Jon suggested.

"Good idea," Damian agreed, going back to kissing Jon on the lips.

Pretty soon, though, both boys began to tire of their activities, and just felt like cuddling and going to sleep.

Jon laid on his back and Damian laid his head on the alien boy's chest. Jon draped his arm over Damian's shoulder, holding him close, then used his other hand to pull the covers up over their heads.

"Goodnight," whispered Jon, kissing Damian's head. "I love you."

"I love you, too," said Damian.

END OF CHAPTER 03
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