Hi there! I was wondering if you could write Timkon with Catlad Tim and 90s Kon? (two big flirts getting together would be really interesting). I read your recent fic and your Timkon absolutely captures my heart ^-^
Hi! Thanks for the prompt! I had to do a little research on Catlad! Tim and wow, so many other really cool fics. I don’t know if I did it justice, but I took my own spin on the situation.
Hope you enjoy!💕
Tim Drake/Kon-El |Conner Kent (Pre-Slash)
Rated: M for Mature scenes & swearing
Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen
Flirting, Teasing, Teens
“I look ridiculous.”
“You could say that again,” Bart scoffed as he did a quick zoom around Tim to take in the absurdity of his costume.
Tim grimaced. “You weren’t supposed to agree with me.”
Bart shrugged, zipping over to the kitchen island to grab a candied apple. He took a quick bites out of it, eating it before the melted caramel hit the floor. “Just being honest, dude.”
Bart was lucky. He only had to wear uncomfortable cowboy boots to finish off his scarily accurate Sheriff Woody ensemble.
Whoever decided that it was smart for the team to bond on Halloween by dressing up in lame costumes should be kicked out the league. It was probably Dick getting in someone’s ear. Maybe it was the Batman in him, but this was stupid.
This year, they decided to all throw a Halloween party at Mount Justice. That Tim sincerely wasn’t opposed to. It was the part where every member was secretly given a teammate at random and they had to choose a costume for them. Cassie even made everyone repeat an oath so that no one could deny their costume choice. Stupid.
He wanted to just have a word with whoever chose his outfit. ‘A feline spandex suit with a plunging v-neck’…really?
The sooner he could get this off, the better.
“I don’t think you should worry too much”, Bart offered sincerely. “You got one of the tamer choices.”
Tim sucked his teeth, crossing his arms petulantly. “Tamer? This is as bad as it gets.”
“I don’t know man, Jamie’s a life sized hot dog. Scented. Real vendor fumes. He had dogs chasing him all the way to the zeta point.”
“Still better,” he muttered sourly.
“Cheer up,” Bart grinned cheekily. “After the competition, you never have to wear it again.” He patted Tim’s shoulder sympathetically before zooming off towards the more cheerful side of the party.
Tim tugged at the spandex bunching in his ass. It was too damn tight. How the hell did Catwoman do this? And flip around Gotham, for that matter.
“What, no tail?” Tim spun around, annoyedly, at hearing Kon’s amused voice. “I think that would’ve helped out your ensemble a lot more. I thought you were trying to win?”
Tim groaned, ignoring the shit-eating grin Kon was sporting on his face.
Most days he couldn’t stand Conner. This was definitely one of them.
“You aren’t even wearing a costume,” Tim sneered, standing his ground as Kon walked around him with a chauvinistic swagger. A toothpick was wedged between his teeth, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose while his blue eyes wandered down his frame.
“Sure I am,” Kon chuckled. “I’m Superboy.”
“Ah, so you admit your hero-ing is a sham.”
Kon raised his brows at that, seemingly shocked to the low blow. Well, he wasn’t taking it back. Showboating super strength was so different from actually being a hero. So yes, he could agree with him that his obnoxious clash of blues, reds, and yellows with a fitting leather jacket thrown over it was, indeed, a costume.
Kon straightened himself, standing up taller; at least a head over Tim. He looked down at him with a playful intent in his eyes.
“So, Kitten, we’ve got jokes now?”
Tim cocked his head, tilting his chin up at him. “Nope. But I’m certainly looking at one.”
Kon rolled his neck to the side, smirking as he flicked his toothpick off to the side.
Unexpectedly, he leaned down, invading Tim’s personal space as he lips moved too close to his own. His breath was warm and raising goosebumps on Tim’s neck.
“What,” Kon husked, his throat bobbing as he spoke. “Wearing a catsuit gives the little Kitty confidence now? Maybe you should wear it all the time. Suits you better.”
“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Tim teased back. Surprisingly Kon was right. Any other day, he probably would’ve broken his hand trying to punch Kon in the face for nicknaming him Kitten of all things, but tonight was different. He wasn’t sure where this little surge of confidence was coming from to be so openly flirty and teasing with Kon, but evidently it was fun.
“You’d love that so much,” Tim continued walking forward to back Kon into the furthest most wall away from the others eyes. “To watch me kick ass better than you ever could.”
Kon shrugged, eyes never leaving his body. “Well, I’m not a try hard.” His voice was shaky.
Tim chanced a glance down between them catching sight of something that undoubtedly was hard. A heavy wave of heat pooled in Tim’s lower stomach at the observation.
“Conner,” Tim whispered amusingly, playing it cool by making his voice light and airy. “Do you like this tight, little outfit on me?”
“What?” Kon barked out an incredulous laugh. “Shut up. You look…I can’t stand—”
“Because I like how tight it is. It’d make it more difficult for something harder to get in.”
Kon’s jaw clenched, his stupidly beautiful neck craning away from Tim’s face. His back was pressed firmly to the wall, hands gripping his hips too without restraint. The only telltale signs he was getting to him was the fact that his face was tomato red and bulge was straining through his already too revealing suit.
Teasingly, and in a surge of unknown confidence, Tim balanced his hands on Kon’s taut chest. He felt his pebbled nipples raise beneath his palms as he went on the balls of his feet to lean and lick a stripe on the underside of his jaw. A heavy groan bellowed low from Kon’s throat as his tongue daringly journeyed down between the valley of his large chest, over a confined nipple, through his abdomen all the way over his restrained, throbbing member.
Tim teasingly pecked a kiss to it, staring Kon dead in the eyes as he did.
“You’re right,” Tim cheered. “I can pull off this suit.” He stood abruptly to leave Kon awaiting nothing more. “I just might win this competition.”
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