Don't Deny It Chapter 02
Chikorita-Trainer1
T
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Super Sons, or anything else I might make references to.
Damian stirred a little, and Jon woke up.
"G'morning," he slurred sleepily.
"Morning," Damian breathed, wriggling out from under his friend's arms. "You sleep OK?"
"Yeah," said Jon. "You?"
"Uh, alright, I guess," said Damian.
"Just so you know, I could feel your heart rate all night. You must have been having a bad clown dream."
"Well, I don't remember anything," Damian said defensively.
"I know. I'm just saying, I could feel it," said Jon. Damian frowned and looked away. "Don't be mad,"
"I'm not mad," said Damian, turning back to face him. "It's actually nice to know you're so in tune with me. I wish I could do the same for you."
After a few more moments of silence, Jon admitted, "I like this."
"Hmm?"
"This. Right now, what we're doing. I just want things to be like this," he clarified. Holding each other, warm and safe in bed.
"Me, too," sighed Damian. He snuggled his head a little deeper into Jon's chest, and Jon stroked Damian's hair, breathing in its scent.
"Do you really think our parents would have a problem with us doing this?" asked Jon.
"I just don't want to tell them yet!" Damian insisted.
"Alright, alright."
Alfred served the boys a lavish breakfast of pancakes, waffles, fruit, eggs and bacon. Jon put away a lot of it, which Damian attributed to his Kryptonian genes. Damian also put away a significant amount, for the reason he liked to believe was that he was a teenager, and teenagers eat a lot.
"Where's my father?" asked Damian.
"Still sleeping, I presume," said Alfred. "Master Bruce is not a morning person."
"No kidding," said Jon.
"What do you boys have planned for today?" asked the butler.
"Probably play outside," said Damian. "Weather permitting."
"The forecast said it is to be quite pleasant all day," said Alfred.
"Cool," said Jon. "Want to take Titus and Ace out and run around the yard?"
"Yeah," said Damian. "Thank you for breakfast, Pennyworth. We really ought to be getting dressed now."
"Yes. Very delicious. Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth!" said Jon, excusing himself from the table and following Damian up the stairs.
"Can you stop being such a kiss-ass?" Damian muttered. "You're always so overly-polite to him."
"I'm a guest here, Damian," said Jon.
"Yeah, but you don't have to lay it on so thick," said Damian as they entered the bathroom to brush their teeth.
"Lay WHAT on?"
"It's just an expression. Never mind."
"I'm not going to apologize for having manners, D," said Jon. Both boys lathered up their toothbrushes and began cleaning their teeth. Though they didn't ever tear their gazes off their own reflections in the mirror, they were having an unspoken competition of who could do a better job and finish first.
Jon won, of course, because he had super-speed. He rinsed and spat and flashed his heart-stopping smile a full five seconds before Damian considered himself done.
"Slowpoke," Jon said teasingly. He was about to walk out the door when Damian grabbed him by the elbow, and pulled him back, and kissed him.
It was a beautifully refreshing kiss; minty-fresh, considering what they'd just been doing. It lasted longer than the kiss they'd shared last night, too. That had just been a quick peck- this one lasted a few seconds.
When Damian slowly pulled away, Jon looked bewildered. As if kissing Damian was like discovering a new superpower. It opened up a whole new world to the young boy.
Nothing else was said as the boys changed out of their pajamas and into their civilian clothes.
"Hey, so what are we?" asked Jon, as he and Damian walked through the shaded area of the Wayne estate.
"I don't know yet," said Damian.
"OK, but what do you want us to be?" asked Jon.
"I thought that was pretty self-explanatory," Damian deflected.
"Then why can't you say it?"
"You know why," said Damian. "I'm not sure it's right."
"It's not WRONG. I don't know why this age-difference thing has your panties in such a bunch," Jon complained.
"It's not- it's not THAT, it's just- I-" Damian stuttered. "I don't know."
"Are you afraid of what your dad will think? Or your brothers?"
"I'm not afraid."
"It's OK If you are. Don't deny it," said Jon.
"What if it breaks us apart?" asked Damian. "What if, the second we make it official, all the passion goes out of it?"
"Why would that happen?"
"I don't know. But it feels so good right now, and right now it's a secret," said Damian.
"WHAT is? Are we giving it a label or what?" Jon challenged.
"Does it really matter?" asked Damian, pulling Jon into his arms and pushing him back a little further into the shade. "I like you, THAT I know."
"I like you, too, Damian," whispered Jon. Damian sighed and took off Jon's fake glasses. "I like it when you hold me, and when you kiss me."
"I like that, too," Damian whispered, leaning in again. Jon grinned and flew up into the sky.
"But you have to work for it!" he called, teasingly. Damian grinned and jumped up to grab onto a tree branch, as if to follow Jon into the sky.
Damian made it as far as he could up in the tree before the branches would become too weak to support him.
"You're it!" Damian called, swiping at Jon's shoe and barely grazing it with his finger. Then he jumped back down, lightly gripping the trunk of the tree, and slid back down to the ground.
"I don't think so!" Jon called, soaring over the trees as to cut Damian off somewhere in the yard. Damian was too busy running and looking back over his shoulder to notice Jon floating right in front of him.
"AHH!" cried Damian.
"Gotcha!" said Jon, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Damian. Damian quickly bowed out of Jon's grip, and slipped away.
"Not quick enough!" he called, and dashed off into the shadows.
"YOU KNOW I HAVE X-RAY VISION, RIGHT?!" yelled Jon.
"OH YEAH? SO WHERE AM I?" called Damian.
And so the game of hide-and-seek/tag went on.
The following Monday at school, Jon and Damian had lunch together. They did so every day, and it was starting to bother Jon's fellow 4th-graders.
"Hey, Jon? Why don't you come sit with us?" said one kid, Miles.
"No, thanks," said Jon.
"Come on, you always eat with him!" insisted another kid, James.
"He's my best friend."
"Yeah, how are you friends with this twit, anyway?" said James.
"Hey! Take that back!" Jon shouted, standing up.
"It's OK, Jon. I don't care," said Damian. Miles leaned forward and tipped Damian's milk carton over, spilling it onto the Wayne heir's lap.
"Ha! Frickin' klutz!" laughed James.
"That was on purpose!" cried Jon. Damian quietly got up and went to the boys' room, acting like nothing bothered him. But it sure bothered Jon.
"What's your problem? Why are you picking on him?" Jon demanded of Miles and James.
"Why are you friends with him? He's a total snob!"
"Yeah, he never talks to anyone. Unless he's showing off in class and getting them extra homework."
"You don't know him like I do," said Jon. "He's smart, he's fun. He's RICH, I don't know if you know."
"Believe me, we know," said Miles. "That's probably why he's so stuck-up."
"Why don't you just leave us alone? We're friends! How does my friendship with him affect you?" Jon argued.
"It says a lot about you, Kent," said James. "Being friends with that jag-off."
"You two are total gaylords is what it says," laughed James.
"Shut up!"
"What's going on here?" said a teacher. James and Miles quickly scuttled away. Jon looked up at the teacher, Mr. Richter, and sighed.
"Nothing, sir. It's over."
[texting]
Jon: You in the bathroom?
Damian: Yeah.
Putting his phone in his pocket, Jon walked into the boys' room. It was empty, save for the large handicap stall, which Damian was standing in, and the hand-dryer was on, and Damian had laid his pants across it, to dry them off before lunch period was over.
"Can you come out and talk to me?" asked Jon.
"Uh, I'd rather not. I'm in my underwear," said Damian.
"Hey, it's not like I haven't seen you in short-shorts before," Jon said suggestively.
"Get in here, Kent." Damian opened the stall door, reached out and grabbed Jon by the necktie, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was deeper and more passionate than the last one they'd shared. "You sure no one saw you come in here?"
"Positive," huffed Jon, out of breath. "You're a really good kisser."
"tt. And how many others have you kissed?"
"None," Jon smiled. "But it feels so good when you do it."
"So what went down after I left?" Damian asked as he and Jon exited the stall.
"Eh, not much. Mr. Richter came in and broke it up."
"And the larvae?" Damian drawled, referring to the bullies as the spawn of insects.
"Uh, they called us 'gaylords,'" said Jon.
"Rrrrmgh…" grumbled Damian.
"Well, we are, aren't we?"
Damian sighed as he took his pants down off the hand dryer. Even though they were dry, he pressed the button again, starting it up once more, so as to muffle the sound of their talking.
"I'd prefer people not know about us."
"Why? If we come out and say like 'Yeah. We're gay. FOR EACH OTHER. WHAT?' they'll shut up."
"Probably not," said Damian.
"Hey, I've been going to regular school a lot longer than you have, you home-schooled jungle-freak."
"Pffff! What?" giggled Damian.
"Never mind. The point is, this is how bullies are. If you deny something, they'll just keep teasing you about it. But if you own it-"
"Not yet!" Damian insisted, grabbing the lapels of Jon's blazer. "Can we just keep it on the D.L. for now?"
Jon sighed.
"You know it's impossible to say 'no' to you, right?"
"Yeah, I know it," Damian agreed with a grin. They boys kissed again.
END OF CHAPTER 02
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