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Under the Couch	By : E307 Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 3290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Under the Couch
By E-307

Disclaimer: The characters featured in this story are property of DC Comics. I don’t own them at all…I’m just borrowing them for this little story.
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With a slight laugh, Kon Kent jumped over the back of the couch and landed with ease. He glanced around and grinned when he found the remote and clicked the TV on. Superboy had returned to Titans’ HQ early. He had been in Metropolis, just enjoying a day off when some alien weirdo with a hover-tank attacked the city. Kon quickly put a stop to the disgruntled alien’s rampage, but it had spoiled his day off. In an effort to salvage the day, Kon decided on a day of TV and video games.

The young hero had been lying across the couch, but he decided to place his feet on the ground. When he did, a crackling sound was heard. Puzzled, Kon looked down to the floor. Some bright green foil was sticking out from under the couch. The clone of Superman reached down and pulled on the foil, producing a dozen flowers. They looked slightly crushed and Kon wondered where they’d come from. He turned them around in his hand a few times and titled them towards his face.

Suddenly, a cloud of pink smoke shot from the flowers. Kon coughed and sputtered as he waved the strange pink smoke away from his face. Once the offending cloud was gone, Kon shook his head. A heat began to rise in Kon’s face and was beginning to spread down his neck and into his chest.

“What the hell?” Kon wondered aloud, pulling at the collar of his shirt. He was wondering what was causing these feelings. Was he allergic to the flowers? Could he even be allergic to something?

“Man…this…what’s going on here?” he muttered, wiping some sweat from his forehead. The clone glanced around the room, trying to figure out what he was going to do. He looked down at the flowers and crushed them a little more.

“I’ll go see Tim…he should know what to do,” Kon thought to himself, getting up and walking out of the room. The young hero quickly stalked down the hallway, pulling at his shirt as he walked. Eventually he just got fed up and stopped, pulling the shirt off and tossing it to the floor. Once he’d picked the flowers back up, Kon continued down the hallway.

Once he found the door to Tim’s room, he only knocked once and didn’t wait for a response before entering. Tim was at his desk, still in his Robin uniform, and was busily typing something on his computer. Kon tossed the flowers onto the desk and a small cloud of the pink smoke came from the flowers and Tim waved a hand through it absentmindedly.

Kon had been planning on asking Tim where the flowers had come from and why he was feeling so strangely, but the words seemed to vanish as he looked down at Tim. The door to the room closed quietly and Kon wiped some more sweat off his forehead. He took a few steps towards his friend, letting out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. As he watched Tim typing, the heat that had settled in his chest and face began to move lower, specifically to his crotch.

Tim stopped his typing with a sigh when he noticed Kon’s close proximity to him. He quickly saved and hid the file he had been working on and pushed away from the desk slightly.

“What is it, Kon?” he asked, turning his head slightly and wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. He couldn’t quite figure out why, but he was suddenly feeling a little warm. Before he could look up at his fellow Titan, Robin’s gaze fell on the flowers that were still on his desk. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized them as the same flowers that Bart had brought into the tower, the same flowers that had carried the sex pollen that caused him to fuck Bart on the couch. He thought Bart had gotten rid of them when he zipped off after they’d gotten dressed.

“These have to be the reason I’m feeling so strange again…wait…where did these…Kon!?” Robin thought to himself. He quickly looked up at Kon and a blush spread across his face. Looking up at the shirtless Titan banished all but one thought faded from Tim Drake’s mind…Kon looked hot as hell without a shirt. Tim reached up and removed the mask he wore as the voice in the back of his head spoke up.

“He’d look even better without those jeans ya know,” it said. Tim had to agree as the jock he wore under his uniform became much tighter. The mask fell soundlessly to the floor as Tim stood up.

Kon’s jeans had been feeling a size or two smaller since Tim said his name. When the third young man to wear the Robin costume stood, Kon inhaled sharply. For a moment, they just stared at one another. Tim opened his mouth to say something but was unable to, Kon quickly closing the distance between them and pressing their bodies together. The larger Titan didn’t waste any time, pulling Tim’s head back and pressing their lips together. Tim’s parted with a slight gasp and Kon pushed his tongue into the smaller Titan’s mouth.

Tim let his teammate’s tongue scrape across his teeth before pushing back with his own. The small battle lasted for a few minutes, one of Kon’s hands twisted in Tim’s hair and the other rubbing his armored back. They broke contact when Tim pulled the top half of his uniform off, letting it and the cape fall to the floor behind him.

“Mm…still too many,” Kon mumbled, pulling Tim in for another kiss. While Kon’s hands were busy rubbing up and down Tim’s bare back, Tim was pushing his pants off. The pants fell down slowly and caught on Tim’s boots. Tim slid his hands up Kon’s chiseled abs and onto pebbled nibbles. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger as the larger Titan’s hands moved to rest on Tim’s hips. The smaller Titan gasped again as Kon began to grind his denim covered crotch against Tim’s. The raven-haired clone continued his gyrations and started to nibble on Tim’s bottom lip, the smaller teen’s hands rubbing Kon’s hard chest.

Superboy had moved from lip to jaw-line, teasing Robin with his gyrating and gentle bites. When he was about to move onto Tim’s neck, the smaller teen suddenly pushed Kon. The clone fell backwards onto Tim’s bed, and quickly propped himself up on his elbows.

Tim had just stepped out of his boots and pants and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jock. Kon let out a groan as Tim pulled the jock half down and the let it fall the rest of the way, his erection bobbing slightly after being freed. Kon growled and moved to get up but Tim pushed him back down.

Skilled fingers quickly undid the button on Kon’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. The jeans were gone before Kon realized it. Kon was left in nothing but a pair of cobalt blue boxers, Tim having taken his shoes sometime before removing his pants. A moan of pleasure worked its way past Kon’s lips as Tim slipped his hand into the front of his underwear and took hold of Kon’s cock. He squeezed once and motioned to make Kon believe he was going to jerk him off before letting go and removing his hand. Kon’s growl of protest was cut short when Tim grabbed the side of his boxers and gave them a hard pull.

“Lift up your hips,” Tim commanded, tugging at Kon’s boxers again. The larger teen complied and the underwear was sent flying across the room. Just as Kon thought Tim was going to give him a blowjob, the third Robin moved back up to kiss him again. The kiss only served to distract Kon for a moment before he bit gently on Tim’s tongue and pushed him away.

Before Tim was able to say anything about the bite, he was flipped around and came face to face with Kon’s cock. He blinked at the few beads of pre-come that had already gathered at the tip before grabbing hold of it. He licked up the pre-come teasingly, looking under himself to see Kon throw his head back and groan. A smirk formed on the third Robin’s lips before they opened and then closed around Kon’s member.

The larger teen’s breath hitched in his throat momentarily, being released in a low moan of pleasure as Tim’s lips sank all the way down to the black hairs the surrounded the base of his cock. Kon’s eyes were closed tightly in pleasure as Tim began to suck and bob on his member, traveling from base to tip so quickly that Kon half worried the smaller Titan would choke. Slowly, he reached his hands up to take hold of Tim’s ass. He squeezed the firm cheeks and pulled Tim’s body closer.

As Tim continued to suck on Kon’s member, the larger black haired teen ignored Tim’s cock and targeted his balls with several licks before taking one into his mouth. Tim moaning around his cock indicated that Kon was doing something right. He hummed lightly, rolling the ball on his tongue a few moments before switching it for its partner. Kon pulled his mouth back, bringing another groan and some more pleasurable vibrations from Tim, and spread the smaller Titan’s ass. He smirked to himself and began to lick circles around Tim’s hole slowly.

The sudden sensation of Kon’s tongue probing at his hole brought a gasp out of Tim, causing him to lose his hold on Kon’s cock. When the larger teen’s tongue breached his opening and began to probe inside of him, Tim’s arms buckled and he fell forward. Kon snaked his arms around Tim’s legs and pulled him closer, giving himself better access to Tim’s hole. With Kon now able to reach deeper into him, Tim was only able to groan in pleasure and lick the head of Kon’s cock a few times.

While Tim was distracted, Kon reached over to the small table next to Tim’s bed. He pulled the drawer open, being careful not to break it or Tim, and began fishing around inside. He pulled out a small tube and brought it close to examine it. He laughed slightly, happy to see that even a mini-bat needed some lube nearby for late night jerk-off sessions. The dark haired clone popped the tube open and pushed Tim away slightly.

The smaller Titan looked over his shoulder in confusion but wasn’t able to see what Kon was up to. It became apparent what the larger young man was doing when a cold, slick finger was pushed into Tim. A hiss of pain came as Kon pushed a second finger in quickly. The larger Titan began thrusting and twisting the fingers inside Tim hastily, eager to move on to what would follow. After several more moments of twisting, probing, and scissoring, Kon felt Tim relax and loosen up. Smiling to himself again, Kon removed his fingers and pushed at Tim’s hips.

With Tim’s help, the smaller Titan was turned around to face Kon and moved to straddle his hips. Tim reached behind himself and lined Kon’s erection up with his opening and began to lower himself. With a sudden pop, Kon’s member slid into Tim. The smaller teen continued to lower himself slowly, wincing from the pain. Kon was doing everything he could to resist the urge to just slam Tim down. Once Kon was completely inside of his teammate, Tim fell forward onto the larger Titan’s broad chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, thin coats of sweat covering their bodies as Tim tried to adjust to the feeling of being filled. Kon started rocking after a few moments, the bed creaking under him.

With a slight sigh, Tim sat up and looked down at Kon with a lusty smirk. He braced himself on Kon’s chest and raised his hips until just the head of Kon’s cock remained within him before slamming them back down. Tim moved to repeat the action, but Kon’s hands were suddenly on his hips. The larger teen offered another smirk of his own before lifting Tim’s hips and pulling him back down.

Soon they’d reached a steady rhythm, Tim lifting up and Kon pulling him back down and thrusting up at the same time. Kon began to focus just on thrusting up into Tim, not noticing when they actually lifted off the bed. When they were a few inches off the bed, Tim arched back and realized they were in the air. Before he could say anything to Kon about it, the clone’s member struck something within him that filled his vision with white spots. When the thrusts that followed hit the same spot, Tim let out a yell and took hold of his own member. He started jerking himself wildly, his moans of pleasure being drowned out by Kon’s yells. Tim came with a loud yell, his seed spilling over his fingers and onto Kon’s abs. Superboy groaned as Tim tightened around him, giving one last hard thrust before releasing inside his teammate. They both fell back to the bed, their breaths coming in panting gasps and Tim falling back onto Kon’s chest.

Kon was the first to recover the energy to speak. Before he could utter a single word, clarity returned to his mind. He blinked in confusion, wondering where he was. Looking down he almost screamed, noticing he was holding a very naked and very satisfied Tim Drake. A light moan escaped Tim as Kon’s deflating member fell out of him with a pop. The dark haired youth slowly turned his head to look up at Kon. He sighed and closed his eyes.

“Tim…What? What just happened?” Kon asked after a moment.

“Mmm…be quiet. Sleep now. Explain later,” Tim grumbled into Kon’s chest. The clone blinked a few times and nodded slowly.

“All…alright,” he said, slowly draping an arm over Tim’s back as the smaller Titan started to drift off.
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