Innocence: Chapter 08
Chikorita-Trainer1
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Disclaimer: I don't own DC's characters or anything else I make references to.

Author's note: This chapter was totally improvised. I'm just feeling very romantic right now, I guess. Enjoy.

After yet another mood-killing interruption at Wayne Manor, Damian and Jon decided to have their next date at Jon's house in Metropolis. Fewer eyes to spy on them, willingly or by accident, but also fewer secret rooms to sneak off to in search of privacy.

After school, Jon and Damian took the school bus back to the Kents' house, while Clark and Lois were still at work, and thought they might watch a movie.

"Want to watch that movie Fast Times?" asked Damian.

"Nah, it's rated R. My parents have locks on all streaming services," said Jon.

"I'm sure I could disable those locks for a few hours, Jon," said Damian.

"No, they'd find out. Besides, I IMDB'd it, and it looks pretty gross," said Jon. "I, I don't—I don't WANT to see—"

"Alright, alright," said Damian. "What CAN we watch?"

"Uh, anything on Disney+," said Jon.

"Mmmghhhh…" Damian grumbled, sitting down on the couch, taking off his school jacket. Jon tossed his own over a dining room chair and joined his boyfriend on the couch.

"Or we could just make out," he suggested. Damian grinned and shook his head. That was all they did, wasn't it?

"We can do two things," he said, raising his eyebrows at Jon. Jon giggled and blushed, and scooted closer to Damian and they kissed. Jon gripped Damian's waist with his hand, but suddenly Damian pushed him away.

"Your parents aren't going to just walk in on us, are they?" he asked.

"No. They always text me when they're on their way home," said Jon. "Or if something comes up and they might be late."

"Well, just to be safe, we should probably keep our shirts on," said Damian. Jon laughed.

"Deal," he said. Jon took off his glasses and set them aside, and the two boys met mouths again. Jon's hand returned to Damian's waist and began un-tucking his white dress shirt, while Damian's hands undid Jon's tie.

"Doesn't mean we can't do a little under-the-clothes stuff, though," Jon whispered. Damian sighed deeply and opened his mouth, silently inviting Jon to enter it with his tongue.

"Mmm," Jon groaned as he Frenched his boyfriend. By now, Damian had gotten Jon's tie all the way off, and he placed it gently on the coffee table in front of them. Jon's hands traveled up Damian's body under his shirt, rubbing the warm skin and kneading the muscles.

Jon pulled back from Damian's face and went to suck on his neck again. Last time, they had been interrupted before a hickey could form, but Jon was determined to mark his love this time. Damian closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he felt his boyfriend's lips on his pulse.

"Careful," Damian breathed. "It's not going to be easy to hide."

"That's the idea," Jon huffed into his ear, then went back to work.

"You want everyone to know?" Damian laughed.

"Mm-hmm," Jon mumbled. Damian smiled, flattered that Jon wanted to put his signature on him. It made him feel wanted and valued in a way he never had before. He relaxed and enjoyed the attention, all the while unbuttoning Jon's shirt, now that he had been freed of his tie.

"Mmm…hey!" said Jon, pulling back. "Thought we were keeping our clothes on today!"

"Open, not off," Damian corrected. Once he had Jon's shirt unbuttoned completely, he kissed his collarbone, and began trailing kisses to the middle of his chest.

"Hey," Jon said sternly, pushing Damian back. Damian looked up into blue eyes. "I'm not done."

Damian smiled and sat back, closed his eyes and tilted his head back so that Jon could finish what he'd started.

"Unhh…" Damian moaned. He felt so loved and so pampered when Jon held him and kissed him. All his life, Damian had been taught to be self-reliant and coldhearted. But Jon warmed his heart and, despite being younger than Damian, made him feel utterly safe and secure in the half-alien's arms. He still had not told the Kryptonian the depth of his feelings. Sure, they said 'I love you' often and sincerely, but they had not yet truly described what it was that they loved so much about one another.

After about ten minutes, Jon was confident that there would be a visible mark on Damian's neck, and slowly released him from his ministrations. By this time, Damian had become completely relaxed, and felt he could fall asleep right there on Jon's couch.

Panting from his work, Jon smiled at Damian, and ran his fingers through his hair, then brought Damian closer to kiss him on the forehead.

There it was again—a gesture of care and security. Older and more knowledgeable as he was, Damian still longed to be cared for and protected, and Jon gave that to him. He made Damian feel like no one could ever hurt him, physically or otherwise.

Damian leaned in further and nuzzled his face into Jon's, and Jon met his gesture with an Eskimo kiss, and then quickly pecked him on the lips.

"Scoot back," Jon said softly, stretching out his body on the couch. Damian did so, while Jon hastily buttoned all but one of the buttons of his school shirt, and then laid back on the couch. Damian crawled between his legs and laid his head down on Jon's now clothed chest, and Jon wrapped his arms around Damian, holding him warm and close.

"I love you," Damian sighed.

"I love you, too," Jon replied, running his hands over Damian's hair repeatedly, as if stroking a cat.

"I love…" Damian trailed off. "…how you always pick me up, and hold me."

Jon smiled and leaned to kiss the top of Damian's head.

"I love how you act so superior around everyone at school, like you're the king of the world, but when we're alone, you're all mine," he said. Damian smiled into Jon's chest.

"I love how good you are," said Damian. "I can try to talk you into breaking the rules, but you always do the right thing."

"I love that you are still a bad boy," Jon whispered. "It's hot."

"Well, you keep me good," said Damian. "And I love you for it."

"It's not me, Dami. You are good. I just love that I'm one of the few who can see it."

"I love the way you kiss," said Damian, leaning up and looking at Jon's still swollen lips. He lunged forward and captured them, sucking on the bottom lip.

"You're not so bad at it yourself," giggled Jon, delicately reaching his tongue out for Damian to claim, and they kissed deeply again.

Finally, Jon leaned back again, and kept Damian's head on his chest. Damian listened for Jon's heartbeat, and sighed as it reached his ears.

The boys did manage to drift off into a light sleep for about twenty-five minutes, only awoken by a buzz from Jon's phone.

"Oop—hang on," said Jon, shifting lightly. This broke the delicate comfort for Damian, and he pushed himself up and stretched.

"It's my mom," said Jon, reading the text. "It's fine. She said she and my dad will by home at six."

"What time is it now?" asked Damian, grunting and twisting his body as he cracked his bones.

"Uh…four forty-five," said Jon.

"Mmm, good," said Damian, settling back down. "We still have some time."

"What do you want to do?" asked Jon.

"I would like to fool around some more, but—"

"What?" cried Jon. "I thought we agreed not to until we're both legal!"

"What? When did-?"

"'Fool around' means sex, doesn't it? Or at least sexual activity of some kind," said Jon.

"I thought it just meant, like, kissing and touching," said Damian. "I mean, it could mean sex, but I didn't mean it like that."

"I think it means SOMETHING involving…in the pants," said Jon. Damian cracked up.

"In the pants?" he chuckled.

"Look, you know I love all the above-the-waist stuff we've been doing, but that's all we're going to do," said Jon.

"I know, Jon. That's all I want right now, too. I meant like, take off our shirts and hug and stuff. That's all."

"OK. For future reference, I'm pretty sure 'fool around' means…more than that. So, let's not use that term," said Jon.

"Deal," said Damian, tearing off his tie and stripping himself of his shirt. Jon grinned and unbuttoned his shirt again, leaving both boys in just the lower half of their school uniforms. Damian scoffed inwardly at their behavior. They couldn't even go one afternoon without skin-to-skin contact, could they?

Neither boy needed words as they collided and pressed their bare chests together, embracing tightly and kissing sweetly.

Jon ran his strong hands up and down Damian's spine, and Damian squeezed Jon's torso as hard as he could—though it didn't bother Jon much, as he had his father's super-strength.

Turning their heads to different angles to better entwine their tongues, both boys gasped and panted, and rubbed each other lovingly.

When they finally pulled apart for air, Damian had tears in his eyes. This alarmed Jon.

"What's wrong?" he asked, panicked.

"Nothing," Damian whispered, wiping his eyes. "I just love you, so, so much."

"I love you, too," Jon sighed. The boys separated, and sat back on their knees on the couch, just staring at each other.

Damian couldn't tear his eyes off Jon's muscular, but pale, physique. How could a thirteen-year-old be that ripped already? And what had Damian done to deserve such a hot, sweet, cute boyfriend?

Jon was equally hypnotized by Damian's torso. Less muscular, but battle-scarred. He thought of all the hardship Damian must have gone through, and how he would do anything to prevent more scars from being inflicted upon his boyfriend.

Jon reached up his hand and pressed his palm against Damian's chest, trying to feel his heartbeat. Damian, not sure what the reason was for this gesture, raised his hand and did the same to Jon.

They looked up at each other's faces, smiled, and caught their breath. Then they giggled, both a little self-conscious again, and calmed down and put their shirts back on.

When Lois and Clark came home, all they found were two innocent young lovers, fully clothed, cuddling together on the couch.

END OF CHAPTER 08
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