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Sometimes It Happens Like That	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sometimes It Happens Like That

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

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Tim had, over the years, given a lot of thought to his virginity. The losing of it, specifically. (How could he lose it, if he knew who had ‘found’ it, so to speak?) He was sure that a lot of teens did the same.

He had, however, never imagined that it would involve a supervillain with magical powers targeting all the younger heroes by using what Zatanna called an ‘Innocence Focusing Spell.’

(Kon called it a Unicorn Bait Spell, which, considering that the spell was supposed to strip the life-force from ‘powerful’ virgins, i.e. those with great mental fortitude, and use it to summon blood-thirsty immortal unicorns as an army of darkness… Well, Robin thought Kon’s version made more sense, even if it did sound more humiliating.)

Luckily, since it was the beginning of summer, most of the Titans were able to take off on their break from school. Cassie went with Diana for two weeks of training on Paradise Island; Thymescira’s magical interference would keep her safe. Bart had moved up his trip to the future to visit with his mother and his friend Carol. Raven decided to go with Zatanna to visit Dr. Fate in his pocket dimension. Gar and Vic’s relationship had apparently included something that disqualified them both from virgin status, and Kory, Kon and Speedy hadn’t even been in the running.

The phone conversations that Tim had with some of his former Young Justice teammates had been exceedingly awkward. When asked if they were still virgins, Anita had just answered, “No,” with calm aplomb – and Tim did not wonder about her date with Lbo, he didn’t – and Ray had stuttered and finally denied it. Cissie and Greta, however… Well, Tim had really wished that Cassie had been there, because it was the most embarrassing thing he could think of, to find out that another two girls who had once had crushes on him had ended up with each other. At least when Cass and Steph got together, he could commiserate with Kon over Batgirl.

Dick had taken care of alerting the younger members of the Titans, and the various lone heroes. That just left Tim as the only Teen Titan still currently on Earth that remained a virgin. The JLA were almost certain that they would be able to catch this unnamed supervillain before he put his plans into motion, but ‘just in case’ all the sidekicks had been alerted. Any of the younger heroes still susceptible would be quarantined on the JLA Watchtower until the villain was caught. And if Batman didn’t erase the logs of the ‘discussion’ the JLA had had about this situation, Robin was going to guilt Alfred into making sure that Bruce regretted ever getting on his bad side.

In the meantime, however, Tim still felt like he was about die of embarrassment. Or at least get the Clench from an overdose of humiliation. It really wasn’t fair that he had to be singled out in such a way; his sexual experience – or lack of it – should never have become public knowledge to most of his teammates.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Tim groaned, flopping back onto his bed. He considered punching his pillow, but the cotton cover would soon burst under the anger he was bound to unleash and flood his room with the foam filling.

“Neither can I, man,” Kon said with a mirthful chuckle, coming over to perch next to him on the edge of the bed. “I mean, you’re smart, a really good fighter, and you’re totally sexy; why the hell haven’t you gotten laid yet?”

Tim rolled his eyes upward and then his body to the side, so that he could glare up at Kon. “That’s not what I meant,” he seethed. He thought briefly about kicking Kon, but as long as the other boy has his aura up, it would do more damage to himself than Superboy.

And, well, it had been a sort of left-handed compliment.

Contrite, Kon offered him a weak grin. “Sorry, man; just trying to lighten the mood.”

Tim nodded and sighed, rolling back over to stare at the ceiling. If Kon was trying to cheer him up, that meant he was willing to listen to him vent. Or at least that was how Tim rationalized it to himself. “I have to have sex with you or risk death; how cliché is that?” he asked, stifling a whimper. Of all the dangers he never thought he’d face as Robin, this was at the top of the list, below having to run interference for Nightwing when Oracle was mad at him, and above having to badger Bruce into taking a night off.

The other two, however, had happened, and repeatedly, so it shouldn’t have been any surprise that this had, too.

“You don’t have to have sex with me. You could choose someone else,” Kon pointed out. But his unhappy tone of voice and glum countenance spoke louder than words that he’d like that even less than Tim would.

Tim was already moving to sit up, shaking his head all the while even before Kon finished. He laid a hand on Kon’s and said, “No way.” He sighed, hanging his head. “I want to be with you, I just… It really sucks that it has to happen like this,” he muttered, staring dolefully down at the floor.

“Well, I mean, it isn’t all bad. Right, man?” Kon looked a bit apprehensive as he asked, “I mean, you did want to, with me, right? At some point in the future? Sooner rather than later, considering how long we’ve been…” He waved a hand. “…dating, right?”

“Yeah, I did. Do.” Tim felt himself blush again and turned away. “I just… It’s stupid, but I thought it would just happen one day, that it would be something I wouldn’t have to plan out to the last detail for once.” As Robin, he had to carefully handle everything involved in every case. As Tim, he had to carefully manage his time in such a way as to allow for his activities as Robin, while still giving the appearance of living the life of a ‘normal’ teenager.

His relationship with Kon had been the only part of his life that was ‘normal’ and didn’t have to be ‘handled.’ Until now, at least.

Kon was silent for a moment, then finally said, “We still have a week. And since it’s summer, neither of us have school. Wanna come out and stay on the farm with me? See…what happens?” He appeared at a loss to offer a better alternative.

It was a pretty good offer, though. Tim’s smile was weak, but sincere. “Yeah.”

***

Once in Smallville, on the Kent family farm, Tim tried his best to put out of his mind the fact that he was on a timetable to lose his virginity. He very purposefully didn’t think about the awkwardly worded ‘suggestion’ Batman had sent to him, nor the carefully worded revision that Oracle had emailed him. And he most certainly didn’t wonder whether or not the Kents knew about his…situation.

Neither of them was good at dissembling, and they didn’t seem to be acting any differently from the last time they’d met…

No. Tim wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about how now he understood better why Kon flash-fried so many alarm clocks with his heat vision. It was annoying enough being woken up by such a shrill sound, but add in the sharp rays of sunlight slicing across his eyes from the east-facing window and the raucous sound of a cock crowing out in the yard, and Tim was ready to make something explode himself.

After quick showers, he and Kon headed downstairs. Thankfully, Mrs. Kent was willing to let him have coffee, or else things might have gotten dangerous. After a breakfast or pancakes and sausage, Tim somehow got roped into helping Kon with his chores, and that kept his mind occupied all that morning so that he didn’t have time to worry about his situation. He milked cows, and chased down wayward chickens, cursing when the former took a distinct liking to the taste of his hair gel and the latter pecked his hands when he tried to feed them.

Tim took a certain smug satisfaction in knowing that he’d be eating one of those chickens that very evening.

In the afternoon, he and Kon were shoved out the door by Mr. Kent with a picnic basket and told in no uncertain terms to enjoy the great outdoors, possibly down by the swimming hole. Tim was able to keep his mind off his situation simply because he didn’t want to think about the fact that the Kents were almost certainly enjoying some ‘alone’ time of their own.

And Mrs. Kent’s blueberry pie was very good.

Sunday he got dragged along with the Kents and Kon to church. Tim didn’t dare think about sex in the sanctuary; luckily, there wasn’t much time. ‘Church’ was much of a misnomer; it was more like an old-time revival, with lots of praise songs and hand-clapping. It was actually rather fun; definitely better than the staid, stuffy church services he remembered from his childhood.

Kon turned out to be a pretty good singer, and Tim cracked the first smile he had since the whole thing started.

Monday was a repeat of Saturday, only with cherry pie for dessert, and Tim finally decided that trying to put the situation out of his mind was both futile and stupid. He had to lose his virginity by Friday, and denying that was of no use. Kon had been right; the situation could have been much worse. If this had happened a year ago, he would have just broken up with Steph for the final time, and while he was reasonably sure that with his life on the line she would have…helped him out…that would have strained things between them even more than they already were.

And considering that she’d broken up with him in part because she’d fallen for Cass, things would have gotten sticky between them, as well.

Things could have been much worse, and Tim did want to have sex with Kon, it was just that the idea of having his choice in the matter taken away – no matter that he would have chosen Kon – rankled. A lot.

With that realization, however, at least Tim was able to relax and enjoy his enforced ‘vacation.’

“You feeling better, man?” Kon asked that night as they bedded down. The Kents had seemed fine with the two of them sharing a room, but probably only because there was plausible deniability over whether or not they were sharing a bed, or if Clark’s old sleeping bag was being put to use. As it was, if the bed wasn’t so big, Tim would have slept on the floor.

No matter how nice it was to wake up cuddled in Kon’s arms. Tim had to keep some control over the situation. Or so he told himself.

“Yeah, a little,” Tim replied as he punched his pillow into shape. A feather poked through the pillowslip and with a frown, Tim removed it, throwing it towards the trash can on the other side of the bed. The feather being a feather, however, it was unable to attain the velocity needed to make it all the way, and it fell short and landed on Kon’s nose.

Snorting, Kon removed with the feather with his TTK and directed it towards its intended destination. Then he picked up his pillow and said, very deliberately, “This. Means. War,” before swatting Tim with the pillow.

Tim felt the fluffy missile gently – for Kon, anyway – impact his face, and then blinked as it was removed. For a moment he ran down a list of how to respond – A) Dry wit. B) Sarcastic jibe and a playful jab. C) Sigh, roll over and feign sleep. D) Retaliate with… – before deciding that maybe he should quit being so uptight and just…have fun.

When the pillow fight ended, the causalities were four pillows, a set of three little ceramic See No/Hear No/Speak No Evil monkeys, a movie poster from Newsies, and an ancient afghan that had probably been knitted sometime before the Civil War. And even then, the friendly fight only ended because half an hour after its inception Mrs. Kent opened the door and gave them a pretty good imitation of Alfred’s disappointed look. “Boys…” she said with fond amusement, and there was a smile lurking around her lips.

She was also holding replacement pillows, and so Tim just grinned ruefully along with Kon instead of trying to sink through the floor out of embarrassment. “Sorry, Aunt Martha,” they chorused, and she just shook her head at them in exasperation.

There was a reason that Batman and Superman were different people. Parents were most likely the biggest and best influence on their behaviors.

As Tim went to sleep that night, he found himself, not for the first time, envious of Kon. But this time, he wasn’t nearly as resentful. After all, he was included in Martha Kent’s Lost Strays Club, just like Bruce, and Dick, and probably everyone from Gotham up to and including Alfred.

***

Thursday dawned clear and bright, and rather cool for Spring in Kansas. The dew on the grass made everything sparkle during sunrise, and Tim found himself standing speechless on the front drive, in awe of the sight. Gotham didn’t have amazing views like that. Sure, gargoyles and skyscrapers were marvelous in their own right, but there was something to be said for the lighter fair of purple mountains’ (well, since it was Kansas, more like molehills) majesty and amber waves of grain (actually, the Kents grew corn).

And, well, Kon looking like he stepped out of a Chippendales calendar was nothing to discount, either. Turned out that watching Kon lift heavy machinery and pull up stumps and other farm chores caused Kon to actually sweat. Enough so that by mid-afternoon he had removed his shirt.

It also turned out that watching Kon’s sweaty muscles flex without his shirt in the way, really turned Tim on. So much so that he actually surprised Kon by pouncing on him. He tackled him to the ground, latching onto Kon’s mouth like he was starved for kisses, and running his hands over Kon’s body like he was starved for touch.

Tim was starved for Kon, and he’d only just realized how much he’d been denying himself. But he was about to become a lifelong glutton at his own personal feast.

Tim ended up losing his virginity in what Kon referred to the as the back twenty. The grass was slightly scratchy under his knees, and even with Kon above him, the sun still beat down mercilessly.

But Tim so very much did not care. Whatever Kon was doing to him with his TTK – and he wasn’t really aware enough of his body to be certain from one moment to the next – felt so indescribably good, he was certain it had to be illegal. He didn’t even care about the fact that he was making really embarrassing whimpering noises.

Tim clenched fistfuls of grass in his hands, knuckles going white from the tension as he pushed back on Kon’s cock. Kon was so smooth and hard inside him, and his hands were so strong and slick against his nipples, his cock, his balls… He’d had his own fingers up his ass before when he’d masturbated, but having Kon’s cock repeatedly hit his prostate felt better than any orgasm he’d ever had. And then Kon was panting his ear, whispering to Tim to: “Come now, Tim. C’mon, man, I wanna see you lose it. Lose it for me.”

And as Kon gave one final tug on his impossibly hard cock, Tim came with a stifled scream. It felt like a volcano was erupting inside of him, searing out all his nerve endings and leaving behind nothing but pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay cuddled together in a sticky, sweaty heap, watching the sun set over the fields. Tim’s ass was slightly sore, and he was certain that he had friction burns on his hands and knees, also possibly a sunburn on his back, not to mention the grass cuts all over his body, but…he’d never felt more alive.

The things that had just happened were…amazing. Tim definitely never could have planned on anything like it. But sometimes he got lucky enough for things to just happen like that.
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