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Jons heart was racing as he made his way backstage.
Alright. You can do this. It’s just a little kiss. A stupid kiss. A kiss with Damian. The boy you’ve liked for 3 years. No biggie.
Jon felt like his face was the temperature of the Sun.
Why did I have to say yes? Why was I so eager on being stupid Prince CHARMING. Jon put on his prop sword and crown.
He eyed a bowl of mints laying nearby, and carefully assessed his breath. Deciding better to be safe than sorry, he popped a few in his mouth.
“Good thing we left those out,” someone said behind him, Jon inhaled and started choking on his mints.
Jon whipped around and saw Damian staring him down. If Jon wasn’t blushing before, he sure as hell was now!
“Wouldn’t want to kiss someone with bad breath.” Damian smirked, popping a mint into his mouth.
“Uh, yeah! I was just- I just- I haven’t really had anything to eat all day so I saw the mints and pounced!” Jon stuttered, praying to anything that Damian would believe his lie.
Damian sat in front of him, green eyes sharp, brows slightly furrowed.
“Why didn’t you eat all day?”
“Well I was at Ma’s and then I came here to drop off some soup, and then I was helping you guys with the play, and I didn’t really think about eating until I saw the mints.” Jon said so fast, he wondered if his mouth developed super speed too.
Damian nodded slowly, glancing away. “Well, when the play is done, I can take you somewhere to eat. If you like.”
“S-sure!” Jon stuttered.
Damian looked at Jon blankly and blinked a few times.
“What?”
“Nothing. I don't think you- nevermind.”
“No, tell me.”
“Forget it, do you have any questions?”
“Yeah, two questions.”
“Proceed.”
“One, what did you wanna tell me before? What don’t I get?”
“What do you get?” Damian rolled his eyes.
Jon glared at Damian, all traces of blushing gone from his cheeks.
Damian shifted in his seat, smoothing out the skirt of his dress, “Forget it, what was your second question.”
“Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Damian almost fell out of his chair.
“ WHAT?! ”
Jon just shrugged, “Is it okay if I kiss you? I mean, we’re gonna have to with- you know.”
“I AM QUITE AWARE. BUT YOU CAN’T- YOU CAN’T JUST ASK THAT!” Damian practically screamed, his cheeks going scarlet.
“I need to ask that Dami. If you’re not comfortable with it-”
“No! I'm comfortable!” Damian cut him off a tad too quickly. Damian cursed at himself internally.
“So, it’s alright?”
“Tt. Of course it’s alright! Why would I be asking you to play Prince Charming if it wasn’t ?!” Damian hissed, blush spreading with every word.
Jon just smiled at Damian, “Just wanted to make sure.”
Damian was really hoping the corset of the stupid dress was lined with lead so that Jon couldn’t hear his heart beating at jackhammer speed.
Damian tried to think of something intelligent to say, or something witty. But Jon Kent’s stupid smile, and his stupid bright blue eyes, and those awful dimples caused his brain to short circuit.
So Damian just went with the safest reply he could manage.
“Tt.”
Dick popped his head to where the two boys are.
“You might wanna take your places, you’re on in a few minutes!” he smiled warmly. “Unless,” he continued, his smile turning sinister, “you two were practicing. ”
Both boys turn a furious shade of red, leaving Dick to laugh and walk off to wherever.
Damian snarled and reached to Jon’s hip, extracting the sword.
“It’s a prop sword Damian. Unless you want to give your brother a paper cut.” Jon smirked.
Damian tossed the sword back into Jon’s lap and stomped away, the echos of the younger’s bubbly laugh following him.
“The dwarves thought Snow White was so beautiful, they couldn't bury them. Instead, the dwarves built Snow White a beautiful glass coffin, gold and all the most precious gems from their mine and decorated the bottom of it.” Dick narrated.
Damian was laying on the gurney from the Batcave on top of some cheap Party City tablecloth to make it look like gold.
It was really uncomfortable.
Damian heard his ‘dwarves’ gather around him.
The floor of the stage stilled, and Damian heard another pair of footsteps take small, tentative, steps towards him.
Jon’s footsteps.
Damian could feel his heart start to race as Jon loomed over him. He thought about what the younger boy looked like as he looked down at him. His eyes were probably bright, and happy, the color of the sky on a cloudless day. He probably had an expression that exuded nothing but warmth and love, a small smile ghosting his lips. Damian felt his heart constrict and his stomach tie itself in knots.
It took all of Damians self control to not start fidgeting as he waited for Jon to place his lips on his.
“Do not bitch out on me now, Kent.” Damian hissed in a barely audible whisper, knowing that Jon’s super hearing could probably pick it up. Of course, Jon heard the older boy and chuckled beside his ear.
There was a warm hand under Damian's chin, then very gently, smooth lips pressed against his.
Damian felt his head spinning, he felt intoxicated by Jons honey scent, his warm hand against his jaw, the smoothness of his lips. Damian wanted to do nothing more than to tangle his hands in Jon's unruly hair and kiss him until his lungs burned for air.
All too soon, Jon drew away, leaving Damian to chase his lips unconsciously. Damians eyes snapped open as he pretended to awaken from his ‘slumber’.
“And true love’s kiss broke the spell!” Dick cried happily. “Prince Charming took Snow White to his castle and they lived happily ever after.”
Jon picked Damian up bridal style and walked to the prop castle at the back of the stage. Damian squawked and clutched onto Jon’s shirt.
“The End!” Dick cried and the curtain was drawn.
Jon placed Damian back onto the floor.
“Was it really necessary to pick me up?” Damian hissed.
Jon just shrugged. “That’s what they did in the movies.”
“No they didn’t. ”
Jon flushed red.
“Er... well... I thought I remember seeing that...”
A mischievous grin spread across Damians face.
“Mmhmm.”
Jon's face began to glow a crimson color.