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Anatomically Correct	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 1986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anatomically Correct

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DISCLAIMER: The characters depicted in this story do not belong to me.

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“Look, would you just tell me what your damage is?” Kon demanded frustratedly. He waited a beat, and when Tim just looked at him sideways, he sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Or is it my damage?” His face fell.

Tim blinked, a bit stunned at Kon having cornered him in the hallway outside his room, and then proceeding to bombard him with confusing questions. “Huh? What do you–” He cut himself off before he could start rambling, as was his wont when anything went wrong in his relationship with Kon.

Well, in his relationship with anyone except Batman, but most especially Kon.

“You’ve been avoiding me for, like, weeks,” Kon said, and correctly. It hadn’t been quite three weeks, but still, the plural could be used.

And Tim was focusing on those bits of minutiae to avoid the real problem – just like he’d been avoiding Kon. “I…” Tim licked his lips and averted his gaze. “I was avoiding you,” he admitted. “But it was because…” Here he faltered, unable to make himself continue. As long as he didn’t voice the problem, he could go on pretending it didn’t exist, and that things were fine between them.

They weren’t, but he was good at denial.

“Because why?” Kon asked, and his voice and the hand he placed on Tim’s shoulder were equally gentle.

Tim felt himself arch up into Kon’s touch and mentally gave a sigh of defeat. If this was the last moment he’d have as Kon’s boyfriend, he would make the most of it. If only he could figure out how to tell Kon what was going on. He shouldn’t have to tell Kon; Kon should know. He was the one who… “Because you… The last time we…” Tim swallowed down the lump in his throat and continued almost in a whisper, “…made love…after you, um, went down on me, you kept looking at me, and we haven’t since.” His face was flaming, and now that the words were out, Tim felt like he was making a big deal out of nothing. So what if they hadn’t had sex in three weeks? So what if Kon hadn’t visited him in Gotham in just as long? People in relationships had dry spells, right, and…

And he wasn’t fooling himself any longer, especially with Kon looking at him, all woebegone and chagrined. Tim tried to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable break-up – to be let down gently, told that ‘the spark wasn’t there anymore’ or whatever excuse Kon was going to use – but how could someone prepare for having their heart broken?

“It’s not you,” Kon said, and Tim felt a humorless laugh lodge in his throat at the cliché. “It’s me. I…I’ve been brooding over something, and it doesn’t really have anything to do with you, but I didn’t really feel able to talk about it, and…” Kon shrugged, cheeks pinks with embarrassment.

Tim’s bemusement was only overshadowed by his relief. What was going on? It was great that Kon was not, apparently, breaking up with him, but what had Kon been ‘brooding’ over? “Do you feel able to talk about it now?”

Kon chuckled. “Not really, no, but…I guess I should.” He let out a sigh and tugged Tim over to sit on the couch he’d liberated from one of the resort’s parlors for his room.

“It’s just… Well, I noticed something,” Kon finally said after a long moment of fidgeting. “About us,” he added after a moment of Tim staring at him.

“What did you notice?” Tim asked, trying to shake off the feeling of dread dawning in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he’d been too quick to think that Kon wasn’t breaking it off with him.

“Well, um…after, uh, the first couple of times we had sex, I kinda noticed that we looked…different.” Kon was mumbling and blushing, unable to meet Tim’s eyes; talking about sex was never exactly comfortable.

Tim blushed, too, but frowned harder. The many ways in which he and Kon looked different, were, well, many. But they were both male, and as far as he knew everything was in order, so he didn’t quite know what Kon was getting at. Unless it was a size thing, and Tim refused to feel inadequate; he was six inches shorter and nine inches thinner than Kon, of course he’d be comparatively…smaller…in other areas. There was nothing wrong with that, he was perfectly proportioned for his size, and…and he was avoiding the subject. Again.

“Yes?” Tim said coaxingly, and winced at how impatient he sounded. He was never very good at getting people to open up, but then he’d never really had to try and force Kon to talk about his problems before. To him, anyway.

“Like I said, man, we look…different…” Kon trailed off, and then started again. “I didn’t know if I was the one who looked different, or if you did, and I thought maybe it was a Kryptonian thing, but if it was, then why didn’t you ever say anything?” He flushed and looked down at his lap as he continued, in a low, rushed voice, “And then, um, that last time I went down on you I kinda noticed that you had a scar around the base of your cock, and I was all worried that maybe one of those crazies in Gotham had hurt you, but you never mentioned anything, and then I thought, well, no, you wouldn’t, would you, and–”

Kon appeared to be working himself up into a frenzy, and a hysterical frenzy at that, which Tim was going to do his best to stop before it could start. He had more than an inkling of exactly what was going on, and relief warred with caution. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? But while Occam’s Razor had never applied to ‘Gotham’s crazies,’ his friends were infinitely less nuts. “Kon, I’m fine. No one hurt me; that’s just my circumcision scar, from where the foreskin was removed.”

Kon appeared calmer, but no less confused. “Circumcision?” Kon asked, sounding out the word as if it was in a foreign language. “Foreskin?”

Tim blushed, thinking of how best to explain. This wasn’t a conversation he’d expected to ever have with anyone, let alone his boyfriend. “Um…well, you know you said that we looked different?”

Kon nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I have this…” He flushed as well, looking away as he mumbled, “…sort of sheath of skin on my cock, and…”

“It’s called the foreskin,” Tim explained, doing his best to be clinical in his descriptions to keep from blushing. “All male humans are born with one.”

“All of them?” Kon asked. At Tim’s nod, he grinned ruefully. “Oh. I wasn’t sure it wasn’t just part of the Kryptonian genes.”

Tim had no idea what a naked Kryptonian male looked like down there, and really didn’t want to know. “It isn’t; it’s part of your human physiology, Kon,” he said.

“Ah.” Kon still looked discomfited, though, and seemed to be having a hard time meeting his eyes. Tim did his best to wait patiently for the rest of the question he knew were forthcoming. “I, well, I didn’t know what it was, or why I looked different from you, so I…” Kon said, blushing, “…so when we were together the last time, I looked, ya know, and you had…a scar, like something had been cut off, so I didn’t know what to think.”

Kon had already said something to that effect, but now it made more sense. Pieces of this past few weeks’ puzzle were slotting into place, forming a very interesting, and almost humorous picture. They’d both been operating under some faulty information and wrongful suppositions. Thankfully, they seemed to have weathered this storm no worse for wear, though.

“Well, it’s nothing you need to worry about, Kon,” Tim said reassuringly. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Kon turned concerned blue eyes on him. “But, Tim, you…why don’t you have your ‘foreskin’ anymore? And what’s a circumcision?”

Tim felt his face turn red again, and while he racked his brain for the answers to Kon’s questions, he also wondered if it was possible to be afflicted with terminal blushing. “Um…well, I don’t have my foreskin anymore because I had the circumcision. For men who are Jewish, being circumcised has a religious significance, but basically, here in America, circumcision is an operation that’s traditionally performed on newborn baby boys.” There was no way he was going to try and explain every little detail concerning circumcision involved in the Jewish faith, and he wasn’t even going to get into the travesty that was ‘female circumcision.’

Kon’s face squinched up. “Why would they do that?” he finally asked.

“Like I said, for Jewish people, it’s typically for religious reasons, but for the rest, it…basically has to do with hygiene.” Tim tried, and failed, to keep his cheeks from reddening, again. He modulated his voice to sound testy, so hopefully Kon would think it was just from frustration.

“Hygiene?” Kon appeared to think about that for a moment, before comprehension dawned. “Ooohhh…” Now it was it was his turn to blush once more.

Tim felt it best to end the discussion, and did so as quickly as possible. “I suppose, even though the CADMUS scientists could have performed a circumcision on you, they decided that there was no need,” he said. Kon nodded vaguely, and Tim forced himself to ask, “Any more questions?” all the while praying at the answer would be no. He was almost positive that if he blushed even one more time, he’d suffer an aneurysm.

“Just one,” Kon said, a sudden sparkle in his blue eyes.

Tim lifted a brow, waiting not-so-patiently for Kon to continue. He wanted this conversation over and done with.

“Want to help me with my hygiene?” Kon asked, waggling his eyebrows in a parody of seduction as he draped himself over Tim’s suddenly prone form.

Tim snorted, smiled, and shutting his eyes, shook his head. “Sure, why not?” he said, allowing himself to be towed by Kon’s TTK towards the shower. He only hoped that now that Kon’s curiosity had been assuaged on this one anatomical matter, that he’d quit looking for differences.

Tim had a sinking feeling that wouldn’t be the case, however. Kon was curiouser than any cat, and his favorite ‘object’ of study seemed to be Tim’s body. He just prayed that Kon’s focus didn’t switch to studying blowjob techniques next. Kon was already miffed that he couldn’t figure out how to deep-throat Tim; somehow, Tim didn’t think that explaining that he had had his tonsils removed when he was nine would contribute to their sex life.

Though Kon did seem to like licking his appendectomy scar… Tim shoved those thoughts away, and resolved to quit thinking about anatomy and start focusing on chemistry.
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