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Superboy landed himself and Robin on a rooftop with a grunt. He let Robin hop out of his embrace, and walked over to the edge of the rooftop, sitting down and swinging his legs off the edge. Robin mirrored his pose. He leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky.
“Rao, I’m tired.” Superboy said, dramatically laying his head on Robin’s shoulder.
“Tt- Superboy, you can’t get tired. You’re half-kryptonian.”
Superboy feigned shock and gasped, pulling himself away so that he could look at Robin, “Dami, you can’t say that! That’s like, intergalactic racism or something.”
Robin rolled his eyes. He muttered, “Names” under his breath, more out of muscle memory than out of truly stopping Jon from accidentally outing their identity. If eight years couldn’t teach him, then Damian couldn’t do anything about it now.
“It’s not racism. It’s a fact.”
Jon shrugged, looking back at the sky, “Whatever, loser.”
“Everyday I am reminded of your immaturity. Is ‘loser’ really the best thing you could come up with?”
It was Superboy’s turn to roll his eyes, “Really? Give me your best shot then.”
For some reason, as Robin stared at Superboy, only one name came to his mind,
Beloved.
No, he couldn’t think like that. He shook his head and focused on the present, only to find Superboy looking down on him. Fuck, how and why was he so tall, it was so unfair.
“Well?” Superboy asked impatiently.
“Tt- Such stupidity is beyond what I deign important enough to respond to.”
Jon laughed, “Nice way to put ‘I can’t think of anything cooler’”
“Tt- that is not the case.”
“It wassss!”
“No.”
“You can’t lie forever, Dami.” Jon’s face inched closer to Damian’s.
“Tt- I’ve told you Superboy, I’m not lying. You are just too stupid to understand.”
Jon had the nerve to laugh in Damian’s face. Damian frowned, which only caused Jon to laugh more. Wiping a tear from his eye, Jon said,
“At least you could come up with ‘stupid’”
“God, Kent, you really are an idiot.”
Jon started laughing again, but paused when he realized what Damian said.
“Wait, did you just say my real name in suit?”
“Tt- No.” Damian said, but it was quiet.
“Oh my Rao, Dami, you could seriously expose my identity like that! What ever will I do if the public finds out!” He pretended to push Damian off the ledge, who leaned forward enough to let himself fall. He wasn’t afraid, though, because he knew Superboy would catch him.
And after a few seconds, a trail of laughter followed by a swoosh caught up to him mid-air. He kept his face neutral, even as his lips twitched with the desire to laugh with Jon. Jon had caught him bridal style, and though Jon claimed it was the most efficient way to carry a person, Damian deemed it truly undignifying.
“Superboy, you know I hate being held like this-” Damian started but was cut off when he was suddenly flipped 90 degrees so that his chest was pressed against Superboy’s chest, and their heads were close enough to share a breath.
“Sorry, sorry, I forgot that you are no damsel in distress.” Jon said sarcastically. If he noticed the proximity, he did not verbally mention it, but the pinkness in his cheeks and the rate at which they were accelerating upwards were pretty good indicators to what Jon was feeling at the moment.
Damian wanted so badly to lean forward and capture those plush lips with his own. To know what pure sunshine tasted like. To feel Superboy’s laughter on his own lips. But he knew he couldn’t. He was too old for Jon, even if they had known each other since they were kids. And Jon was so bright, Damian couldn’t possibly taint it.
But then Jon licked his lips, and Damian’s brain said fuck it.
He closed his eyes as rushed in to press his lips against Jon’s. At first, Jon seemed to freeze, and they suddenly stopped flying upwards. Damian wondered if he had made a mistake, but it was too late now. He was about to pull away when it seemed like Jon finally caught up, and began pressing his lips against Damian’s as well. It seemed like their flight upwards had also continued, and Damian started to grow breathless – from the kiss or the altitude, he did not know, and he did not care.
Not when Jon was kissing him like that.
Jon kissed the way he fought. No strategy, but made up for it with brute force and pure emotions. He couldn’t seem to stop smiling into the kiss, and while that did make things a bit harder for Damian, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wrapped his arms around Jon’s neck, tugging at the curls on his nape. Jon laughed into the kiss, pulling Damian even closer.
Damian decided that maybe the breathlessness was getting a bit concerning, and pulled away to look how far away the ground was.
It was far. Very far.
Jon did not seem to notice, too busy staring at the blush faintly present on Damian’s cheek. He looked like a child who was told that Christmas had come early – eyes sparkling, face red, and lips swollen from the kiss.
“Jon, while I am truly enjoying this… divulgence into our strong partnership, I do also enjoy the ability to breathe without worrying if I’ll suffocate from being out of the atmosphere.” Damian said, although a bit sarcastically. He honestly wouldn’t mind suffocating in space, if that meant Jon kept kissing him the way he did and holding him the way he was now and-
Right, air.
Jon immediately dropped down hundreds of feet, landing back on the concrete roof top. He smiled sheepishly at Damian, looking so adorably red in the face that Damian had to hold back from kissing him again. “Sorry, got a bit carried away.”
“Tt- as to be expected.”
Jon laughed, and Damian kissed the corner of his mouth. Jon looked at Damian with something in his eyes that made them shine so bright Damian thought it could rival the sun.
“Does this make you my boyfriend?”
“Whatever you want, hayseed.”
Jon smiled and leaned down to kiss Damian’s neck.
He realized that he’d been holding Damian for longer than usual, and looked back up to ask Damian something,
“Does this mean you’re okay with hugs now too?”
“Beloved, I just kissed you.”