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awhitehead17 · 2 years

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It’s not what it looks like!

TimKon, Compromising Positions, Embarrassed Everyone, Injuries, Massages, Humour, Established Relationship, Tim and Kon being good boyfriends.

Summary: As far as first impressions go, Tim and Kon certainly make themselves memorable as not once but twice they’re caught in compromising positions by their dads. Everyone involved is left feeling embarrassed and awkward however at least no one’s completely naked.

Enjoy! :D

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

“Tim…”

“Conner.”

Gritting his teeth Kon stops talking and accepts Tim’s reassurance. If his boyfriend is confident then who is he to question him. Although…

“Are you sure your dad won’t come home? This isn’t exactly the ideal situation for him to walk in on right now.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Tim leans back and looks up at Kon from where he’s kneeling on the bathroom floor between Kon’s legs. If it had been any other situation Kon would be salivating at the sight before him, because honestly what’s better than having his attractive boyfriend between his legs, however the deep pulsing and throbbing sensation coming from his thigh makes it hard to think about those sort of things.

Tim reaches out and grips Kon’s twitching thigh and holds it steady as he continues to stare at him, seeming peeved about Kon’s paranoia. “He’s not due home for another couple hours, that’s why we’re here instead of elsewhere. Now stay still and let me treat this.”

Kon hisses when Tim prods the throbbing wound in his thigh. He leans back against the bathtub for support and grips onto the slippery thermoformed acrylic as best as he could. He knows this isn’t going to be pleasant and automatically tenses up when Tim draws near with a needle.

“Kon you need to relax,” Tim tells him softly but firmly.

With his jaw still clenched, he glares down at Tim. “I’m trying. It’s not exactly easy.”

Tim rolls his eyes but momentarily holds off stabbing his skin with a needle, instead he takes to stroking the uninjured muscles of his thigh in attempts to help him relax.

It takes a while but it starts to work and Kon could slowly feel the tension seeping out of his body as he leans more on the bathtub for support. He would love nothing more but to melt into the soothing actions however the deep pulsing of the bleeding wound stops him from relaxing all the way.

Without thinking about it, Kon grumbles in annoyance. “I can think of many better things for you to be doing between my legs right now.”

Tim’s massaging action stops as his boyfriend looks up at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Oh really? Unfortunately for us someone thought it would be a good idea to listen to a certain ginger when he suggested an insane idea of a dare and ended up hurt instead.”

Okay Tim may have a point there. It is kind of his fault that they’re now in this situation, well actually it’s Bart’s fault they’ve ended up here, their best friend knows damn well that Kon never backs down from a dare no matter how insane or stupid it may be.

They’re lucky Tim knows first aid and has an entire suture kit at home which he can use. As a result of Bart’s dare Kon ended up with a deep wound on his inner thigh which needs to be treated, Tim deemed it large enough to need some stitches and after refusing to go to the hospital his boyfriend offered up his assistance. They ended up coming back to Tim’s house in order to treat it while no one (according to Tim) is home. And that’s how Kon’s ended up partially dressed wearing his t-shirt and boxers with Tim kneeling between his legs so he could see the wound clearly.

While Kon had been lost in his thoughts Tim had gone ahead and started with the stitches. A sharp sting brings him back to the present and it takes all of Kon’s willpower to stop himself from hitting Tim out of pure instinct. Instead he grits his teeth and clenches his fists tightly.

However long Tim stays between his legs stitching his skin up, they seem to both get lost in the moment as odd as it may be. Tim gets into a rhythm that allows his to swiftly stitch up Kon’s wound to his best ability while Kon breathes deeply and tries anything to keep his mind distracted from the sharp throbbing sensation happening in his thigh. The two of them being distracted as they are is probably the main reason why neither of them had heard someone coming home, the reason why they didn’t realise they were no longer alone until the bathroom door is slamming open to reveal a rather concerned Bruce Wayne in the doorway.

The room falls silent as the three of them all freeze. All Kon could do is stare at the man he’s only ever heard about, Tim is frozen in place between his legs with his eyes wide and body stiff with tension and Bruce stands there observing the two of them with what started out as concern before it changes into something of bewilderment then embarrassment.

After several moments of awkward silence the man opens his mouth to talk but it seems like Tim’s also managed to get himself together because he speaks up first.

“I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Tim mutters still not looking up at his dad.

Bruce, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, clears his throat. “I don’t – I mean you’re…” the man trails off and Kon is left feeling completely baffled because as far as he knew this man never stuttered or looked as unconfident as he does now. Then again it’s probably not every day he walks in on his son and his boyfriend in what looks like a compromising position.

Bruce clears his throat again and straightens up, now seeming much more composed. “There’s blood splattered along the hallway. Is everything alright?” He's now looking apprehensive but the concern for his son can clearly be seen.

Tim finally glances up at his dad, his eyes peeking over the top of Kon’s thigh. “Uh, yeah? Well no. Kon’s injured and I’m stitching him up. That’s what we’re doing, all we’re doing, and absolutely nothing else!”

If Kon wasn’t feeling so awkward and embarrassed he would have both laughed and cooed at the raging blush on Tim’s normally pale cheeks.

Bruce seems to get over his discomfort of the situation at the sound of an injury and steps forward with an almost analytical expression on his face. “What happened and how bad is it? Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

The questions are fired at both Tim and Kon and Kon has no idea on how to react. He glances down at Tim, silently pleading his boyfriend to take the lead.

Tim rolls his eyes and turns back to Kon’s wound. “He’s fine Bruce. After refusing to go to the hospital I said I can treat him. I’m done now anyway, just have to bandage it.” He aimed the last part at Kon who could only nod in response.

As Tim reaches for the first aid kit Bruce steps towards them again before stopping. He looks at Kon and gestures to his leg, “I have first aid training myself, may I take a look?”

Not sure if he's able to speak Kon nods stiffly. Tim moves out from between his legs and Kon shifts so the man could see his wound clearly which Tim has now neatly stitched up.

Wordlessly Bruce reaches for the gauze Tim’s got in hand and his boyfriend hands it over. Kon holds his breath and curses at himself when he flinches as the man begins to wrap his thigh with the bandage after he had examined Tim’s work. It hurts but somehow Kon’s got enough self-control to keep himself from verbally sharing his pain.

As if sensing his discomfort Bruce starts talking calmly like there’s nothing wrong or awkward with the current situation they’re in where Kon is half naked in front of his boyfriend’s dad while the man treats his injury as his boyfriend stands to the side wearing a complicated mix of expressions on his face.

“Tim's done a good job of the stitches.” Bruce says conversationally as he starts tying off the bandage. “However, if you still refuse to go to the hospital later on, I would like Alfred to have a look at it after dinner. He has a medical background and is the best out of us to really see how the injury is looking.”

The man finishes off the bandaging and instantly moves away from Kon. He moves about the small bathroom washing his hands before heading for the door. He pauses before leave to throw Tim a look Kon couldn’t decipher. “Dinner will be ready within the hour if you’re both staying.” With that the man exits the bathroom leaving Kon and Tim alone once more.

As soon as he’s gone Kon turns to Tim levelling his boyfriend with a fierce glare. “What the fuck Tim!”

Tim’s instantly defensive and scowls back at Kon. “It’s not my fault!”

“You said no one was going to be home for hours. That is not how I wanted to meet your dad for the first time Tim! What an impression this has been.”

“How was I supposed to know he was going to come home early?”

“I don’t know!” Kon huffs, he slumps against the bathtub feeling the fight drain out of him. He grimaces in pain when a sharp shooting pain travels through his leg.

Seeing this the fight also drains out of Tim. His boyfriend starts moving about the bathroom, cleaning up the medical supplies he used before handing Kon his clothes so he could get changed. After a couple minutes Tim looks over at Kon with a small smile, “y’know it would have been worse? You could have been naked.”

Kon pauses from where he’s weaving his leg through some loose basketball shorts to send Tim a disbelieving look. “Thank god for small miracles then huh?” He deadpans before finishing getting changed.

Once he's ready Tim is immediately at his side, offering him something to lean on as he stands and then together they make their way to Tim’s bedroom. They had used the common bathroom because it’s bigger than Tim’s small ensuite. In hindsight maybe they should have used Tim’s bathroom but it is what it is, Tim did say they would be alone but he's also telling the truth that he couldn’t have known Bruce was going to come home early.

“So I’m staying for dinner?” Kon questions as they enter Tim’s room. “I’ve already met your dad, may as well get the rest of the family over with today huh?” He lets out a breathless chuckle as Tim helps him sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tim looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “It’s up to you. You can stay if you want but we can go if you’re uncomfortable. For now it may be best to stay and then Alfred can have a look at the wound before I drop you home tonight.”

Finding that he doesn’t have any energy left, Kon flops backwards onto Tim's mattress and throws an arm over his eyes. He hums. “Yeah that sounds good. It’s already been a helluva day so why not.”

He feels the mattress dip beside him as Tim climbs on and he feels his boyfriend press against his side. Automatically Kon wraps his arm around Tim and draws him in close, while keeping his eyes closed he presses a kiss to Tim’s temple and lets himself relax as best as he could into the mattress knowing this is going to be the only rest he's going to get for the rest of the day until he goes home.

Meeting Clark

From across the room Kon stares at his boyfriend with narrowed eyes, not believing a single bit of spiel coming from his mouth. Crossing his arms over his chest he stares at him determinedly. “Tim are you being serious right now? I know for a fact you’re in pain, and a lot of it, why won’t you let me help?”

His boyfriend sends Kon a scowl, clearly not happy with being called out on his bullshit and rolls his eyes as he settles on the edge of the bed. “I’m fine.” Tim grits out as he shuffles backwards to lean up against the headboard. “I don’t need anything.”

Now being the one to roll his eyes, Kon moves forward until he’s stood beside Tim looking down at him with a mixture of annoyance and concern. Since knowing each other for literal years, plus a few more with them actually dating, Kon knows Tim pretty well by now and can read Tim like an open book in all capital letters, he knows his boyfriend is in pain no matter how well he’s able to hide it.

Bending down Kon braces himself against the mattress with his hands and leans in close to Tim trying to catch his gaze. “You know I can help you, at least for an hour or two so let me do so. You can barely move without wincing or when you do move you walk around like an 80 year old man.”

Tim lets out a snort and meets his eyes. “You just want to get your hands on me.”

The comments makes Kon pause because, well, he’s not entirely wrong but it’s all about the context. Kon wants to help him rather than do anything more carnal.

Shaking his head Kon says, “believe me when I say not this time. I do want to help that’s all, nothing more and nothing less.”

After a few beats Tim throws his head back with a groan. “Ugh fine. Okay, we’ll do it.”

Feeling victorious Kon throws his arms up in a dramatic fashion. “Finally!” He grins at Tim, “now lie down and take off your clothes.”

Tim grumbles but does as he’s told and while he's getting in position Kon wanders over to his draws and digs around for the creams and lotions he keeps there just for this purpose. When he’s gathered the items he needs he goes back to the bed where Tim now lays sprawled out on his front with nothing but his boxers on.

Kon takes a moment to appreciate the view. No matter what he loves being able to see his boyfriend’s body all laid out before him with all that skin on display, however he’s a little distracted by the large splotches of bruising scattered across Tim's back, legs and arms. Some are worse than others, those ones already developed into deep colouring of blues and purples while some are beginning to heal by the colours of browns and yellows. Kon will just have to be extra cautious of the different areas.

He’s broken out of his staring when Tim turns his head and eyes him impatiently. “Well, you’re the one who insisted on this, are you going to get on with it or are you gonna stand there all day?”

Huffing Kon moves forward and gets everything ready so he could get started. As he warms up his hands he sends Tim a look, “y’know not many people would refuse and complain so much about their boyfriend getting their hands on them.”

“Well some boyfriends aren’t such pushy bastards.” Tim retorts as he places his head down on the pillows.

Kon doesn’t give Tim the satisfaction of replying to that comment. Instead, in retaliation, he simply brings his hands down hard onto Tim’s shoulders without warning and digs his thumb deeply into the muscle across his back. It’s only after when Tim hisses and curses at him in response that Kon eases up and begins to properly massage his boyfriend.

The two of them fall silent as Kon works. It’s comfortable and they both know not to expect anything to come out of this other than what it simply was. That lack of expectation makes it easier between them. This isn’t the first time Kon’s done this, by now Kon’s done it more times than he can count and even though it took several attempts for him to get it right it’s been worth it knowing he can help Tim out in this way (no one needs to know how many hours he’s spent researching techniques and seeking out advice to get it right).

Kon works on Tim’s shoulders and back before working on his arms and then his legs. He massages and soothes out the tense muscles across Tim’s body, being extra careful in the tender areas and focusing more on the spots where Tim is the tensest.

Once he’s finished with Tim’s back he gets his boyfriend to turn over so he could work on his front. Tim’s got his eyes closed as he settles into a comfortable position, there’s a ghost of a small smile on his lips and Kon smiles himself, pleased he’s able to help get his boyfriend into a relaxed state.

This time Kon works from bottom up starting with his feet and legs. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly when Tim jerks as Kon’s fingers brush against the arch of his foot. Kon gently works Tim’s calf muscles before moving further up to his thighs, as he does he changes his position choosing to settle between Tim’s legs in order to be able to access both the inside and outside of Tim’s thigh without any struggle.

Kon soon moves on from Tim’s thighs and up to his waist, as he spreads his fingers wide across Tim’s hips he glances up and notices for the first time that Tim has his cracked open slightly and is lazily watching Kon work with a dopey smile on his face. Unable to help himself Kon smiles back and shifts his position once again so he’s bracing his knees into the mattress in order to hover himself over Tim’s body until they’re face to face. Planting both forearms onto the pillow either side of Tim’s head, Kon leans down and covers Tim’s lips with his own.

Tim instantly accepts the kiss and does very little to reciprocate the gesture, therefore letting Kon do all the work, however when Kon pulls back it’s Tim who follows him, his lips seeking out Kon’s despite the indifference Tim had been trying to show. Kon snickers but ducks down to meet Tim’s lips again anyway, always incapable to denying Tim what he wants.

Kon settles more of his bodyweight on Tim, but is careful not to crush him, as they continue to make out. Their kissing never going any further than a firm press of lips and the occasional nip which elicits a low groan from the recipient. As they kiss Kon feels Tim’s arms come up and around him, moments later his hands are stroking across his back in a sensual caress.

It’s easy to lose track of time. Kon has no idea how long they had been making out for but he knows he didn’t ever want to stop, being with Tim like this is one of the best things ever and he doesn’t want it to end. Unfortunately the universe seems to have different plans because the moment between them is violently broken when the door to Kon’s bedroom slams open to reveal his father.

Kon pulls away from Tim and snaps his gaze over to the door and instantly freezes when he sees his dad there looking back at him in what Kon thinks is in embarrassment and shock. After that the two of them seem to be caught in a trap, neither of them being able to move from what is a very awkward moment between father and son. Surprisingly it’s Tim who appears to be the most composed despite his lack of dress and current position underneath Kon. Leaning to the side so he could see Kon’s dad Tim smiles politely.

“Hi Mister Kent, while this is not the way I expected our first meeting to go, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

How Tim sounds so put together Kon has no idea. It’s only then he realises he’s frozen on top of Tim, he hastily climbs off his boyfriend and settles down on the mattress next to him but not before grabbing a t-shirt for Tim to slip on over his body.

Feeling his whole face heating up, Kon turns to his dad and runs a hand through his hair, unsure on what to say. “Uh, it isn’t what it looks like?” Admittedly it isn’t the best thing to say, especially when he sounds so unsure but Kon’s brain is currently struggling to think clearly.

His dad instantly raises a hand. “No Kon, you have a boyfriend and what you do together is none of my business, I apologize for just barging in but you didn’t answer any of my calls so I got worried.”

If he could go crawl in a hole and die Kon would gladly do so. This is beyond embarrassing. That’s saying a lot considering how he met Tim’s dad a couple months prior.

“Right…” Kon trails off still unsure on how to deal with the situation, “sorry, I was… distracted.”

“I gathered,” Clark points out rather bluntly.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Kon quickly exclaims, feeling the irrational need to explain what was going on. “Tim was feeling sore from his martial arts competition yesterday so I offered him a massage. There’s nothing more to it!”

Opposite him Clark doesn’t look convinced, Kon winces and figures that the position he found them in says anything but innocent. Next to him Tim lets out a snort which he quickly covers up with a cough, Kon turns to the side and glares at him, silently telling him he isn’t helping matters.

“Okay, well, since you’re fine, I’ll pass the message on that we’re getting takeout for dinner tonight so let me know what you want.” Clark’s gaze drifts over to Tim, who doesn’t seem at all affected by the unexpected interruption. “Tim you’re welcome to join us if you have no plans tonight.”

With that Clark promptly leaves his bedroom and shuts the door behind him with an audible click. It takes a moment for Kon’s mind to register that he’s gone but once it does he slaps his hands over his face and falls backwards dramatically onto his bed with a groan.

“Oh my god!”

Tim snickers and Kon lifts on hand in order to glare at him.

“C’mon Kon, it wasn’t that bad. It could have been much worse.” Kon feels Tim run a soothing hand over his arm. His boyfriend then grasps his wrists and tugs his hands away from his face and Kon reluctantly looks at him with a pout.

Tim presses a kiss to each of Kon’s knuckles and Kon finds himself unable to be miserable anymore. He sends Tim a small smile. Sitting back up he says, “Despite not finishing hopefully you’re feeling better than before.”

Tim shrugs and adjusts the t-shirt he's wearing, which happens to be one of Kon’s and is way too big on him but Kon isn’t going to say anything about it, and gets off the bed in the hunt for his jeans he had earlier discarded. “I feel looser but will most likely feel the benefits of it later on.”

Kon nods and also gets up off the bed, as Tim changes he goes about putting everything away and cleaning up. “That’s good. If anything starts to hurt then let me know.”

Instead of verbally replying, Tim's response is wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist from behind and hug him closely. Kon covers Tim's hands with his own and leans back against his boyfriend comfortably. After a moment he turns his head and seeks out a kiss from Tim, nothing more than a peck of their lips.

“We should go downstairs to avoid further embarrassment. I don’t want my dad walking in on us again.”

Tim laughs and lets go of Kon. “Sure, sure. At least this makes us even, I’m pretty sure you meeting Bruce was just as bad as your dad walking in on us like that.”

Kon draws back and sends Tim a look. “Uh excuse me, meeting Bruce like that was probably worse! He bandaged up my thigh! At least Clark just walked away.”

Tim shrugs seeming unbothered. “Hm, maybe. He’s a father of six and seeing his son’s boyfriend injured triggered some parental instinct in him and he wanted to help, not the worst thing in the world. But enough of that, what’s done is done so shall we go before your dad gets suspicious?”

Kon lets out another groan but takes Tim's hands in his and leads the way to his bedroom door. “Let’s get this over and done with. No time like the present.”

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awhitehead17 · 2 years

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Turnabout is fair play

TimKon, Body Swap, Awkwardness, Humour, Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss.

Summary: When they get body swapped during a mission, Tim and Kon’s friendship is tested as new revelations come to light.

Enjoy! :D

Tim knew something was wrong from the moment he gained consciousness and that’s even before he’s opened his eyes. A quick body scan only confirms that feeling more so.

As he examines himself Tim notices how his body feels heavier than normal, and bigger too, it’s like his mass has unexpectedly grown overnight and now he feels disproportionate. Another thing that clues him in on the fact that something isn’t right is when he does finally open his eyes, he opens them to find himself looking at his body.

Lying on the ground next to him, still unconscious, is his body. He's wearing his Robin suit, he’s battered, bloody and bruised but on the most part seems to be okay. Tim blinks and looks around and finds he’s currently inside an old musty warehouse. Other than his body and the one he's in there’s no one else around.

Since his body is opposite him, Tim curiously looks down at himself and finds a very familiar looking symbol on his chest and familiar pair of jeans and boots on his legs and feet. After that it doesn’t take much to work out what’s going on. While processing what’s happened Tim takes a long deep breath and lets it out in an attempt to calm himself down and not freak out.

When he looks up again something catches the corner of his eye and turning to it Tim finds a piece of white paper folded in half down by his feet. Sitting up, immediately having to balance himself because everything feels so off, he reaches for the paper and opens it up to reveal black cursive writing.

Since you’re more focused on each other than me, let’s make this more interesting! Turnabout’s fair play after all. Have fun! :D

Tim barely refrains from scrunching up the piece of paper in a fit of anger after reading the words. The audacity that asshole has is unreal and to top it off he signed it off with a smiley face! When Tim next sees him he’s going to punch him so hard he’ll be thrown into next week.

Seeing the note has allowed everything to click into place, he can recall everything that happened now. He and Kon had been fighting against Klarion the Witch Boy and trying to retain him, however as they fought against Klarion they were also fighting with each other. Not liking that their whole attention wasn’t on him, the bastard decided to curse them for it, he knocked them out and here they are now swapped in each other’s bodies while Klarion is who knows where.

Deciding they were nothing but sitting ducks here on the floor Tim starts making a plan of action. They need to get back to the Tower as soon as possible just so they were both safe while stuck in this predicament and at the same time so they can liaison with the team and start tracking Klarion. It was hard enough the first time round, god knows how long it’ll take them to find him this time.

Embarrassingly it takes Tim a couple attempts to climb up to his feet. He’s thankful Kon is still unconscious so he couldn’t have seen Tim get up only to fall down immediately afterwards because of how uncoordinated he is in a body that is both bulkier and taller than his own. Once he's standing on two feet he steps next to his body and nudges his side with his boot repeatedly.

“Kon. Kon. C’mon, wake up!” With each nudge Tim puts a little more force behind each one until Kon starts stirring with a grumble.

Tim gives Kon his space to wake up and come to terms with what he’s going to soon discover. He knows the exact moment when Kon works it out because of the way his body jerks and his head rapidly goes side to side with his hands clenching and unclenching. It’s when Kon scrambles to get up to his knees and gets caught in his cape and causes himself to panic further that Tim finally intervenes.

“Kon, hey Kon, easy! You’re okay, calm down.”

At the sound of his voice Kon stills and looks around until he spots Tim standing nearby. Tim watches as Kon takes in what he's seeing, that being his own body staring at him while he’s stuck in a different body.

“Tim? Is that you?”

Tim nods, “yeah it’s me. We’re in quite the predicament.”

“No shit. What the fuck happened?”

Ignoring how weird it is to see himself speak and hear his voice from a different perspective, Tim shrugs uselessly. “We lost a fight with Klarion and now he’s playing a game with us.” Tim hands over the piece of paper he found and lets Kon read it.

After a moment Kon looks up at him and for the first time he understands how off putting the mask on his face can be. Normally he doesn’t think about it, as he’s used to everyone in his family wearing a mask, but he can see why it’s unsettling in not being able to see any facial expressions from an outsider’s perspective, he has no idea what Kon is thinking.

“So we’re stuck in each other’s body until we find Klarion again and make him switch us back? He did this because we were arguing with each other?”

Tim runs a hand through his hair, pausing a moment after when he realises how weird it is to have a different haircut and even different hair. This whole situation is weird. He looks back at Kon who is still on the floor blanketed by his cape.

“Finding Klarion is probably our best bet,” Tim says thoughtfully, “however I think first we need to get back to the Tower and get somewhere safe. We can work with the team to find the asshole again and get him to change us back.”

Kon nods his agreement and makes a move to stand however he doesn’t get far before he’s getting tangled up again. Tim gives him space to sort it out himself but when it becomes clear that Kon’s going to need some help moving around the cape he steps in and helps his best friend up to his feet. Once they’re standing side by side Tim blinks when he notices their height difference for the first time. There's only a few inches between them but now being taller it seems so much more than that. He's looking down at himself and he can’t get over this is how Kon constantly views him.

“I am so tiny.” He ends up blurting out.

Next to him a small smirk appears on Kon’s face and even though he can’t see it he knows an eyebrow is raised in amusement. “Yeah I know, I’ve been telling you that for years. I didn’t realise how tall I was compared to you. Does it feel weird being taller?”

“Just a bit.” Tim admits, “it’s not fully sunk in yet. How’s it feel to be smaller?”

Kon’s now taken to playing around with Tim’s cape. Tim watches unimpressed as his best friend grabs it and dramatically cover his body with it and then how he lifts an arm up and ducks his head so only his eyes peer over it. He looks like one of those terribly acted vampires.

“Could you not!” Tim snaps. “I don’t act like that!”

Kon drops the cape and straightens up smirking. “You totally do. And in answer to your question I feel so much more… lighter? Like I know you have muscle dude but do you have any weight?”

Tim scowls. “Now that’s just rude.”

Before Kon could reply a sharp ringing sounds out and it takes a second for the two of them to realise it’s Kon’s phone going off. It takes another beat and a pointed look from Kon for Tim to realise it’s technically his phone going off, so quickly patting around he finds Kon’s phone in his back pocket and grabs the device to find Cassie’s name on the front, answering it he puts her on speaker.

She’s quick to speak up, her tone clearly holding worry in it. “Where the hell are you two? It was supposed to be a quick mission to retain Klarion and bring him back to the Tower. It’s been hours! What have you two knuckleheads gotten yourselves into.”

Cassie’s worked with them for too long if she instantly knows something’s up with the pair of them because they’ve taken longer than usual on a mission, that or because she knows them so well to make that guess. Probably both.

“We’re fine.” Tim starts, he sends a look at Kon who’s stood beside him, the two of them knowing she’s not going to react well to the news. “There was a mishap with retaining Klarion but Kon and I are fine, we’re just caught in a little bit of a predicament that’s all.”

“A predicament? What’s that supposed to mean? You two better get your asses back here so we can sort this predicament out! I’m assuming Klarion’s in the wind then.”

“We’ll see you at the Tower.” Kon cuts in, he reaches over and ends the call before she could reply.

“That went well.” Kon comments sarcastically. “We better get going, it’ll be easier to explain in person what’s going on that over the phone.”

Tim runs a hand over his face and nods in agreement. Instinctively he steps towards Kon and holds a hand up waiting to be picked up but there’s an awkward moment when the two of them uncoordinatedly bump into one another and stumble backwards, Tim sends Kon a baffled look while Kon glares at him. Once again it takes them a few beats to realise what’s going on.

“Oh shit.”

They’ve swapped bodies, meaning they’ve swapped positions and powers. And for the first time since waking up it hits Tim that he's got all of Kon’s powers. He’s currently in an indestructible superhuman body with powers which replicate Superman’s.

Kon seems to work this out at the same time too because he’s already talking to Tim about it. “Tim don’t freak out over it, while my control over my powers has grown significantly I don’t know if that same level of control will automatically transfer to you. If you freak out the powers will freak out.”

He turns to Kon wide eyed and very much trying his best to not freak out. Yes he knows all about the powers and the idea behind them and how to control them, however having knowledge of how they work can’t compare to actually having the powers!

“Take a deep breath and stay calm. We’re obviously not getting to the Tower by our usual means meaning we’ll have to ask Bart and Cassie to come and get us. When they arrive we can explain what’s going on here instead.”

Tim can’t believe Kon’s being the sensible one right now. Maybe that’s because he’s in Tim’s body, Tim’s strategic mind is helping to focus Kon. Not answering his best friend he simply thrusts his phone out to Kon and lets him handle the call back to Cassie.

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“Are you two stupid?” There’s a pause and Tim purses his lips in order to stop himself from making a comment. “Don’t answer that! What the hell were you guys thinking, couldn’t you keep the domestics until after you dealt with Klarion. What were you even arguing about?”

Tim watches as Cassie paces across the room in front of him. Her scolding makes him feel like he's a high school student being told off by the teacher for bad behaviour. Glancing at Kon who is sat next to him, Kon (or himself in fact) looks rather passive to the whole thing and he’s not sure on what to make of that.

Across the room, Bart stands there grinning at them finding the whole thing funny.

Looking back Tim can’t even remember what they had been arguing about, probably something to do with Kon’s recklessness and Tim’s inability to switch work mode off. They often clash about those topics, they’re best friends so of course naturally they would be concerned about the other’s wellbeing and sometimes it comes out in the wrong way at the worst of times.

Neither Tim nor Kon respond to Cassie’s questions, opting to stay quiet instead.

Cassie isn’t impressed and stops her pacing to glare at them both sat together on the couch. “It’s rather obvious but I’ll say it anyway, you’re both benched until this mess is over. You can help with the search and anything else but actually going out and apprehending Klarion isn’t happening.” As much as Tim wants to protest against that he knows it’s the right choice to make.

After that Cassie makes her leave but not before sending a glare at the two of them before leaving the room. Bart takes a little while longer to leave them alone, their best friend bursting at the seams with curiosity and quick fires them a set of questions, most of which Tim and Kon have no idea how to answer or feel too awkward to do so. It’s not exactly a common occurrence to swap bodies with your best friend and there’s no textbook guide to what the protocols are to handle this situation.

The reality of what’s happened hits Tim again when he’s in his bedroom sat on his bed finally alone for the first time since the swap happened. Tim stares in horror at his reflection, he’s in Kon’s body. He’s in his best friend’s body. The very person who’s he’s been harbouring an uncontrollable crush on the last few years.

Well shit.

Letting his eyes wonder over Kon’s body in the reflection Tim observes the t-shirt covered chest and torso, he allows his eyes to trail down and follow the length of his bare arms followed by his denim covered legs and socked feet. Using the mirror, Tim watches himself as he reaches up and touches Kon’s face, feeling his fingers touch his skin, he smooths them over the soft and unblemished skin that covers Kon’s face and neck. He knows Kon is good looking, he’s certainly spent plenty of time staring (discreetly of course) but seeing it from this perspective is something else.

Finally looking away from the mirror Tim glances down to look at his hands. He observes them, taking in how large they are compared to his own, how much power and strength they hold and how unmarked they are. There are no scars on his skin, not much of anything really, there’s a slight roughness to them which shows Kon’s labouring work from being on Kent Farm but nothing else.

Sighing Tim runs a hand through his hair, of course noting the different feel and style of it, before flopping backwards onto his bed. He hopes they can find Klarion soon because Tim has no idea on how much of this he’s going to be able to handle. What if his family starts to sniff around, asking why he hasn’t returned back to the Manor? What if Kon’s family start to ask questions? What if Kon’s powers start to act up and Tim’s going to have to learn how to control them immediately!

A repetitive buzzing noise gets his attention and Tim sits back up to start searching for his phone. Finding it behind him on the pillows he grabs it and looks at the caller ID to find Kon calling him. Instantly worried Tim is quick to answer it.

“Is everything okay?” Tim rushes to ask. Oh god, what if Kon’s broken a bone or something? The meta not used to being in a simple mortal’s body mean he may forget how fragile Tim actually is compared to him.

“What? Yeah everything’s fine, well except y’know….” Kon trails off and Tim works hard on trying to ignore the fact he's listening to his own voice speaking.

Tim pauses and waits for Kon to elaborate, he didn’t call him for no reason so there must be something his best friend wants.

“Right well so…” Kon starts again after a moment, “so this is going to be awkward I just didn’t know what to do because we’ve never been in this situation before and after all we’re both guys, we’re best friends and I thought-”

“Kon you’re rambling.” Tim cuts him off. “Just ask whatever it is.”

Tim would rather him just rip the band aid off than go the roundabout way of asking whatever it is. Unless it’s something personal, oh god what if Kon’s discovered something wrong with his body or something worse? With that horrifying thought Tim almost takes back what he said. Unfortunately he doesn’t get the chance to because Kon is already asking his question.

“You’re, I mean I am, well your body, whatever, is really dirty and smelling so I wanted to ask can I take a shower?”

Tim’s mind shuts down. While he processes the question Kon is tense and silent on the other side of the phone waiting for his answer. Several beats go by and Tim is still coming to terms with what that question implies. He must take too long to answer because Kon is speaking up again.

“I mean if it’s a real issue then of course I won’t! It not like I was planning on looking at anything anyway! We’re friends I trust you and I know you trust me too but I completely understand that this is crossing boundaries even to our degree. You can shower in my body if that makes it easier-”

“Kon shut up.” Tim finally finds his words and at them Kon snaps his mouth closed. Taking a deep breath Tim closes his eyes and answers Kon’s burning question. “It’s fine, you can shower. I guess thanks for asking? I don’t know what the fuck the rules are here Kon.”

Kon hums from the other side of the line. “Yeah I know, there’s a lot of grey at the moment. I promise I won’t do anything inappropriate.”

“You better bloody not!” Tim exclaims.

His exclamation gets him a laugh and having had enough of the conversation Tim hangs up. Of course he trusts Kon, there’s no one else he trusts more but this situation is a bizarre one and he's unsure on what to make of it all.

He sits on the bed for a while longer before deciding to also take a shower. After all if Kon’s taking one in his body then it may be less awkward or weird if he also takes one, that and because he wants to feel clean, at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

Using every skill he had picked up throughout his training about self-restraint is used when Tim strips off his clothing. He doesn’t look. Not even a glance in the mirror as he passes by it to get into the shower. While showering Tim simply looks up and keeps his eyes closed, since he's in his own bathroom he has no problems locating his toiletries. It’s a quick shower and he certainly does feel better once he’s finished however that good feeling lasts only for a moment until he realises he has no clothes that would fit Kon in his room.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, and once again Tim doesn’t look, he heads back into his bedroom and goes for his phone. Bringing up Kon’s contacts he gives his best friend a call, waiting impatiently for him to answer. Tim curses when it goes to voice mail and immediately tries again. It’s on the third ring that Kon picks up.

“I bet you’re calling me for the same reason on why I was about to call you right?”

“That I have no clothes for you in my room? Yeah that's why.”

Kon barks out a laugh and Tim blinks in surprise at the sound, still not used to hearing his voice from a different perspective. “I’ll come over to you, at least I can throw on some clothes that’ll cover your body even if they are a few sizes too big.”

Tim was about to argue that but he quickly stops himself from doing so realising that Kon has a point. “Okay,” he agrees, “see you in a bit.”

Sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but a towel Tim waits for Kon to come to his room. It only takes the meta a couple minutes to appear and Tim is once again thrown off by the sight of his own body moving and functioning without him controlling it.

Kon seems to freeze once he's shut the door and catches the sight of him, his best friend must be experiencing the same weirded out feeling Tim is. The two of them are silent as they stare at one another and there’s a charge in the air that Tim couldn’t describe, it’s more than just the sense of being body swapped but it’s like the two of them have unresolved tension between them and this situation is just bringing it all to light.

After several beats Kon shakes his head and steps forward, breaking the moment between them, and holds out a pile of clothes to Tim. Tim silently takes them and makes his way to the bathroom to change but not before grabbing some of his own clothes for Kon to change into, he doesn’t want to be seeing what he looks like dressed up in Kon’s clothes, it’s giving him more ideas than what’s appropriate.

Once they’re changed the two of them sit side by side on Tim’s bed leaning back against the headboard with their legs stretched out in front of them.

“I’m sorry.” Kon speaks up softly, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. Before Tim could question the apology Kon continues speaking. “I’m sorry about the fight, us arguing. It shouldn’t have gotten out of hand as it did.”

Tim takes a breath and considers his response before speaking. “I’m sorry too. You’re right, it did get out of hand and we both acted childishly.”

Kon laughs quietly and Tim sees a wisp of a smile on his face. “I would promise that it wouldn’t happen again but we both know that would be a pointless promise, it wouldn’t be long until it gets broken.”

Tim makes a face before nodding. “Well if you stop acting like a reckless idiot then I’m sure it wouldn’t get broken.”

Kon snorts and sends Tim a look of disbelief his way. “It also wouldn’t get broken if you stop being a hard ass all the time.”

Scowling Tim looks away. After all Kon is kinda right, at times Tim gets too invested in cases and tends to be rather aloof to his team, it’s unintentional but it happens more often than not.

It falls silent between them once again and after a moment Tim turns his head to get a look at Kon and startles when he finds Kon already staring at him. Despite the fact he's looking at himself Tim recognises the intense stare of his best friend, it’s the look Kon gets when he’s thinking hard about something. Even though he could fantom a guess, Tim wonders what he’s thinking about.

Minutes tick by and not once do they look away from each other, instead it seems like they’re being drawn to one another. Tim doesn’t know who moved first or when it actually started but before he knows it he and Kon are leaning towards one another, their foreheads centimetres apart, they’re sharing the same air and their lips and noses ghost against the other.

Tim closes his eyes before they could make contact. All he would have to do is turn his head in the smallest angle then they would be kissing. It’s the physical brush of Kon’s nose against his that snaps him out of the moment. His eyes shoot open and his hand coming up and pushing Kon’s chest away from him to create space between them.

The reality of what is happening finally kicks in. He blinks and finds Kon in a similar state of shock and confusion opposite him, his own hand having come up and wrapped around Tim’s wrist.

“I uh, we, um…” Tim stutters unsure on what to even say. What does one say to their best friend who they nearly kissed? Not only is that a bizarre enough situation but the fact that they’re body swapped and would only be kissing themselves makes the whole thing even more complicated!

Kon lets go of his wrist and stands up, he runs a hand through his hair and makes an agitated sound. He turns to Tim with an almost desperate expression on his face. “I’m not the only one who feels this thing between us am I? You feel it too right? And not only just because of this whole body situation.”

This can’t be happening. Tim must be hallucinating this whole conversation. Instead of body swapping Klarion actually knocked him unconscious and is messing with his mind. Tim watches as Kon begins to pace the length of his room.

“I – I don’t know Kon. What is this thing between us?” Tim asks with uncertainty. He doesn’t know what is happening right now.

Kon abruptly stops his pacing and stands in front of him with a determined look on his face. It seems like he’s made a decision on something, he stands tall and crosses his arms over his chest in what is either a defensive or a grounding position.

“I like you Tim. I have done so for a while now. And I know you like me too. I mean more than in a friendly way. We’re best friends of course but there’s something more between us and I know you feel it as well.”

Kon’s bold statement leaves Tim speechless. He never expected to hear those words come from Kon’s mouth (technically his but that’s not the point). At first he struggles to comprehend what they mean. Kon likes him. His best friend and crush likes him. He likes him back.

“I do.” Tim finds his voices and says his admission quietly, still in shock with the whole situation. “I do like you, have done for a long time.”

At his words Kon comes forward and steps between his legs from where Tim had moved to the edge of the bed when Kon started his pacing. Kon reaches up and cups Tim’s face with his hands and in that moment Tim wanted nothing more than for them to be in their own bodies, for this to be the other way around.

Kon’s thumb strokes his cheek, a soft smile on his face. “Once we’re back to normal we’re going to talk about this right? Properly and maybe something more?” Unable to form words Tim nods. That’s when Kon steps back and Tim misses his heat instantly. “I should go, we both need the rest and it’s been a long day.”

Tim’s able to get himself to wish Kon a goodnight before he leaves and then he’s left alone in his room with nothing but his thoughts which were running a mile a minute. He doesn’t know what to focus on or what had happened, he’s got a lot to process and he highly doubts he’ll be able to sleep that night.

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It takes several days to locate Klarion and apprehend him. Cassie and Bart do an amazing job of making sure the mission is quick, clean and swift. Once back at the Tower they demand the Witch Boy to reverse the spell he had casted on Tim and Kon, creatively threatening him if he dares try doing anything else.

Once the spell is casted, a weird tingling sensation spreads through him and suddenly the world goes black. When Tim regains consciousness it’s a relief to find he’s back in his own body, he takes the time to check through making sure everything feels as it should and for the first time in days he feels settled and comfortable.

A couple more days go by after Tim and Kon swap back in which they were busy making sure Klarion is dealt with properly and making sure everything is as it should be, once that is all done Tim makes it his mission to go and find and talk to Kon.

They haven’t spoken to another since that night in Tim’s room, in the days leading up to Klarion’s capture they avoided one another like they had the plague, the air between them when they had been in the same room was tense and awkward and it was enough for both Bart and Cassie to comment on it, questioning about what happened. Tim and Kon refused to speak about it.

However now they’re back in their own bodies Tim knows it’s time they have a chat, about everything. That night left him with more questions than answers and Tim’s had enough of guessing, worrying and wondering about what’s going to happen between them. Are they still friends? Could they be more? Was it all because of the body swap?

Tim ends up outside Kon’s bedroom door and before he could overthink it he knocks loudly on the wood and anxiously waits for his best friend to answer. It takes another two knocks before Kon finally responds and as soon as he sees it’s Tim on the other side Kon tries to slam the door shut on him. Not having that Tim lunges forward and stops the door from closing and it’s thanks to Kon’s surprise that he’s able to barge his way into the meta’s room.

Tim turns and waits in the middle of Kon’s room, watching as Kon defeatedly shuts the door and stubbornly keeps his back to Tim, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Kon.” When no response comes Tim huffs. “Conner. Enough is enough we need to talk about what happened.”

A disbelieving laugh reaches Tim’s ears and he sees Kon shake his head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Getting riled up by Kon’s answer, Tim stalks forward and grabs Kon’s arm to force him to turn around before placing a hand on his chest to push him back against the door, between them he forces Kon to meet his eyes. There’s a pause as they stare at one another in the way it’s always been, Kon taller than Tim and looking down at him as Tim looks up having to tilt his head back just slightly in order to do so. This is how it should be Tim tells himself, this feels right.

Since he’s staring at Kon he notices instantly when Kon’s gaze drops down to his lips before returning to his eyes. Unable to help it Tim copies the action and spies Kon’s own lips, now more than ever wanting to know how they feel against his.

Maybe it isn’t words that are needed between them but instead actions? Knowing there’s no coming back after this, Tim takes a risk, going up on his tiptoes he leans forward and presses his lips against Kon’s. There's a moment of doubt in his mind but it quickly vanishes as Kon starts to kiss him back.

From there it’s easy to get lost in the sensation of their kissing. At first it’s a couple light pecks, a chance to get a feel for the other, before it quickly moves into something deeper and more passionate. As Kon presses against him Tim moans, his eyes are squeezed shut as his hands cling onto Kon’s biceps and he tilts his head to the side to accommodate Kon’s. It’s the best feeling he’s ever had.

Kon’s hands had been resting on his hips as they kiss but then Tim feels a strong pressure from Kon’s hands and suddenly he’s being lifted up and spun around. He's distinctively aware of his back hitting the door as his legs wrap around Kon to help secure his position. His arms easily rest over Kon’s shoulder’s as the meta’s hands hold up his thighs.

They make out for a moment longer before they break apart breathing deeply. Once he's caught his breath Tim opens his eyes up and finds Kon’s looking back and appearing rather debauched. Unable to help Tim lets out a delighted laugh and opposite him Kon cocks a grin.

“I know actions speak louder than words,” he says sounding breathless, “but we still need to talk about this.”

Kon rolls his eyes but there’s still a smile on his face. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I want this, I want you.”

Still smiling Tim reaches up to cup Kon’s face and tenderly strokes the skin of his cheek. “I want you too.”

Suddenly looking bold, Kon smirks seductively, “Well now that's out the way, there’s a bed behind us y’know? Fancy becoming acquittanced with it?”

Despite how terrible the line was Tim couldn’t help but find it endearing. He doesn’t know how far they’ll go but he finds himself wanting to go with the flow, whether they simply make out or do more, he’ll be happy with either.

Tim raises an eyebrow. “I think that's a great idea. Lead the way Superboy.”

Kon’s breath hitches and Tim laughs although the sound turns into a startles yelp when Kon suddenly heaves him over towards the bed, not letting go of him until he's on top of the mattress. Powerless to stop him Tim lets Kon do as he pleases knowing he's not going to mind the end result either way.

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