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“He definitely likes you.” Kon snaps his head up. “He lights up around you in a way I haven’t seen before.” Steph sips her coffee.
When Steph asked Kon to get coffee, Kon had assumed that it would be a normal hang out – the two of them bitching about their mentors and whatever villain of the week crap happened to them lately. He did not expect life-altering revelations in a random Gotham Starbucks at 9:37 am on a Tuesday.
Kon’s next sip was too hot and had too much coffee. With, frankly impressive self-control, Kon didn’t choke on his coffee but did choke out, “What?”
“At least he enjoys being around you in a way that he doesn’t like being around the rest of the Titans,” Steph responds with a self-satisfied smirk. The heat from the coffee must be getting to him.
“Who are we talking about?” Kon asks casually as he puts cream cheese on his bagel.
“Fucking christ,” Steph rolls her eyes with a cavity-inducing amount of fondness. “Tim, dumbass.” That’s what Kon was scared of. Wait, no, not scared. Why would Kon be scared of his best friend! Dark hair, a Paris sewer, a dopey grin, and the dumbest
costume decisions flash through his head. My clone boy. Nope. Like, how is Kon supposed to know if Tim acts differently around him? He only knows Tim when he’s around Kon! That’s, like, how being around someone works!
With a chuckle, Steph says, “Anyway … since you don’t seem to be processing a thing I’m saying, here’s a list of all the 47 ways Bruce was sexist this week.” Steph pulled out her phone and went on to rant for about 20 minutes.
“Hey,” Kon said from Tim’s couch. Tim stood at the CD shelf, deciding which game to play.
“What?” Tim replied, grabbing a game and moving toward the TV. He squatted down to put the disk in the console and grab controllers. Kon fidgeted with his hands.
“Do you like me?” Kon tried to balance the eagerness and confidence in his voice. Tim stiffened. “Like, romantically?” Kon continued, eyes trained on the back of Tim’s head.
Tim stands and turns to face Kon. He sighs and closes his eyes. A subtle blush dusts the top of his ears. “Yes, I do,” Tim states like it doesn’t change the trajectory of Kon’s life.
“Come over here,” Kon says, not even trying to suppress his smile. Tim opens his eyes. Kon’s smile should be reassuring but Tim can’t help but feel like he’s stepping into a trap. When Tim gets close enough Kon grabs his wrists pulling him the rest of the way. Tim straight-backed stands over Kon in between his knees. Kon looks at Tim with pure affection while Tim stares over his head, refusing the vulnerability of eye contact even while bearing his heart. “Is this okay?” Kon asks, gently tugging on Tim’s wrist. Tim finally looks down to meet Kon’s eyes.
“Yes.” Kon reaches up to cup Tim’s face, gently pulling him down. With no grace, no finesse, nothing but anticipation, Kon kisses Tim.
It’s honestly a bad kiss since Kon can’t stop grinning, and once Tim relaxes neither can he. Kon laughs as he pulls away even though he wants more of Tim’s warmth he knows there will be time for all of it.
Kon grins dumbly, “So … which game am I going to kick your ass at tonight?” Tim bats at the side of his head and mutters, “Asshole,” then leans down again for another kiss.