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Title: Throw Me A Rope
By Betty and Zee

Summary: "Tell me you did not have me under surveillance." Tim/Kon, NC-17.

Disclaimer: Neither of us own them, alas.

Notes: Fourth in the Alt-Country Series; might not make sense without reading those fics first. Thanks to pearl_o for the beta.



Kon has only been in Smallville for less than a month, but it's already driving him nuts. Having to live in the same house as parents (even if they're not *his* parents) is just weird, high school sucks *balls,* there's no TV or internet and the town is just boring. Clark stops by more often now that he's living here, which is... nice. He thinks.

And hey, it's better than being homeless, which would've been the situation after his apartment building blew up. But Young Justice (and Tim) are so much farther away, and while that's fine if you can fly--if it's an exceptionally rainy spring and you're not allowed to fly in rainstorms after that one incident with the lightning, it's not so fine.

The phone rings, and he has no friends in Smallville and Clark never calls before showing up, which leads to--

"Tell me you did not have me under surveillance."

"...Hello?"

"Stop pretending! The phone rang when I walked past it! You have a black helicopter spying on me."

"Kon, you'd see it if it was black. Did I get you at a ...bad time?"

"If by bad you mean boring, yes!"

"So it's a good time, then." Tim sounds a little uncertain.

Kon grins. "Yeah. But you knew that already, considering you're *spying* on me." The Kents don't have a cordless, so he grabs the cradle and drags it as far into his room as he can, enough to flop onto the bed and still have the phone propped against his ear.

"So, Smallville's been getting some bad weather recently," says Tim.

"And you claim you haven't been spying on me!"

"I guess being from *Smallville* you wouldn't have heard of the *Weather Network*" says Tim, sounding annoyed.

"I'm not *from* here. This is just, like, my temporary Fortress Of Boredom." He twists the chord around his finger. "It hasn't stopped raining for *two days,* dude."

"Mmm, yes. I thought you might be getting a bit... pent up."

"Pent up? Is that... It sounded almost like you were saying something dirty, but it came from the Boy Scout Wonder, so that can't be it."

"Of course not. Why would I say anything dirty to my boyfriend?"

Tim's voice is so dry that Kon can't tell whether he's joking, or... or what. And it's still a little weird to think of Robin having a boyfriend, even when that boyfriend is--has been--him. "Uh. You know. I *have* been feeling a little antsy."

"Antsy," Tim repeats back. Somehow it's okay for Tim to say 'pent up,' but Kon gets made fun of for 'antsy.'

"Horny."

"I had managed to make that leap of logic, yes." Tim's voice is still dry, a little amused--Kon has no idea if this is a joke or not. He decides to treat it as a serious offer, because why the hell not?

He grins. "Well, the Kents aren't home for another couple of hours, so... what are you wearing?"

A moment of silence. Figures *phone* sex would be too kinky for Robin, but then he says, "About twelve feet of rope."

Kon chokes.

"You're fucking with me!"

Tim sounds amused. "Robin training."

"You mean you're *tied up*? Wait. You mean you're in the *Batcave*?!"

Robin starts to answer when an even more horrible thought occurs to Kon.

"You mean *Batman* tied you up?"

"Kon, I'm wearing nothing but twelve feet of rope. Focus."

Kon doesn't know how he's supposed to focus now that he knows Tim has regular special bondage time with Batman, but. He supposes he can do his best. "Okay. ...seriously, nothing? Doesn't that, I don't know, give you rope burn or something?"

"It's chafing my nipples," says Tim, clearly trying to get Kon back on track, but he just...

He shakes his head. "Okay. We'll ignore the morally suspect parts of *Batman tying you up* for now, I guess. Um." He's never actually had phonesex before. It seems like a simple concept, though, right? Easy. "How tied up are you? Can you move your neck, or your hands, or are you just..." Actually, the picture of Tim tied up naked and helpless just for him is... kind of hot, if Kon ignores the 'Robin training, what the *fuck?*' aspect.

"Well, I've just got my left ankle free, I'll keep you updated," says Tim, sounding amused.

"Heh." Kon licks his lips. "Does the whole... rope thing turn you on? Is that why you called me?"

"That wouldn't be very sensible, would it? I thought you might like it. Also, two days of rain." That's not quite... a no.

"You're so considerate. You know--I jerked off three times last night thinking about you." He didn't really mean to just come out and *say* that, but it makes Tim's breath hitch, so he goes with it. "I had to bite down on my pillow to muffle any noises I was making. The walls are so thin in this house."

Tim gives a little grunt. "I've got my elbows free. Are you near a pillow now?"

"Yeah. I'm lying on my bed. The door's closed. It's just like the last time you came over. God, I've been thinking about that blowjob you gave me for *days* now."

"Mmm." Kon can hear some sounds in the background; more grunting. "My hands are the only thing still tied."

"Leave them. I mean--don't--"

"I know what you mean." Tim's voice doesn't sound dry anymore.

Kon undoes the button on his jeans, unzips his fly. He's not hard yet, but--close. "In english yesterday--god, my teacher is so fucking boring, you have no idea--I kept going over it again and again in my head. You wanted... fuck, Tim, you wanted me to fuck your *face.*"

Another weird little breath-hitch. "I. We were--experimenting."

"Hell *yeah.* And you were so *into* it. Like... like you are now." Because Tim really is: Kon can hear every shaky breath he takes, and he's 99.9% certain that Tim did what Kon asked and hasn't untied his wrists. "Please tell me you're hard."

Tim swallows loud enough for Kon to hear it. "Yes. It's--rather uncomfortable. Actually."

"But you like it." That's not a question Kon has to ask, he can just tell, and *that* is getting him hard. He shoves his hand down his briefs, squeezes his dick. "Do you want me to fuck you? Tied up, in the Batcave?" And that makes Tim give something between a sigh and a strangled-sounding moan into the phone. Which-- "Wait, which part of that turns you on more? The tied up part, or the Batcave part?"

"Or... god, just lie to me if it's the batcave, okay," Kon hastily adds.

Tim laughs, but it sounds a little choked. "Being... restrained is... " and he gives a breathy little moan, and forgets to finish his sentence.

"Yeah, I'm kind of getting that." Kon squirms. "I could use my tactile telekinesis, you know. Hold you down, in my room or your room, or--" He licks the back of his teeth and squeezes his dick harder. "I'd like that. Having just--total control over you, your body..."

Tim grunts, and Kon hears him squirm. "Can I. Do you want me to untie my wrists yet?"

"No. You've wanted to do this for a while now, haven't you? The whole phonesex thing. Were you just waiting for a rainy day?"

There's that choked laugh again. "If it wasn't raining--you would have flown over by now. Wouldn't you?"

"Is that even a question?" Kon strokes himself once, hard, before squeezing the base of his cock again. He wants this to last.

"Tell me what you're doing." Tim's voice sounds completely different than it did when he first called: it's harsh, strained now. Tim is losing control and Kon can *hear* it, and it makes him leak pre-come.

"I'm making a mess out of my good pair of jeans. I'm holding my dick in one hand and the phone in the other, and I've gotta say, I'm still kind of fixated on the memory of holding your hair and fucking your mouth."

Kon swears that he can *hear* Tim's little satisfied freakboy smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

"I'm also kind of fixating on how much you're into this. You really knew exactly what you wanted when you called me up, didn't you?"

"I--I like hearing you--" and Tim's voice *breaks* at that, and there's more pre-come slicking up Kon's hand.

"You like listening to me grope my own dick with my legs spread wide open. Fuck, Tim, I feel like I should be doing or saying something sexy here, and all I can think about is *you* thinking about me. Like this."

"That's circular logic," says Tim.

"Uh... yeah, sure. Tim--can you touch yourself now?"

"I won't--" Kon hears some grunting, a scuffling noise; Tim must be untying himself. "I won't be able to do that without coming immediately." Kon groans and strokes himself a few times, letting himself arch off the bed, because... jesus.

"You've just been--lying there, getting harder and harder and not doing anything about it, and now--"

"Yes."

"For me."

"Yes. I won't--tell me. What you want."

"Touch yourself. Fuck, Tim, come for me, all over yourself--"

"Oh *God*--" Tim's voice breaks again and Kon is almost too busy jerking himself off faster and faster (his briefs are *really* a mess now) to really *hear* the way Tim sighs at the end, the way he pants--and Kon can picture it, Tim's body going limp, head falling back down on the mats, eyes closed. Naked with come on his chest, and Kon plants his feet and thrusts *up* into his fist, over and over until he comes, vaguely able to hear Tim groaning on the other end of the line.

"You just--" Tim's voice is breathy and quiet.

"Yeah."

There's a kind of ...feeling, in just listening to Tim's breath on the phone. Kon's reluctant to ruin it by saying anything, but eventually he says "Ew," and stands up to get out of his pants. Tim kind of snickers.

"So... Dude! Did I just use the batphone to talk dirty to you?"

"Um," says Tim, like he's about to confess something.

"Oh god, don't tell me Batman was listening or something."

"No, I just. I thought you liked the idea, I wasn't sure if I should tell you. I'm at home. I borrowed the rope."

Kon collapses back onto the bed. He's kind of relieved to know that... and not, he tells himself, disappointed.

"So, I can't meet with YJ this week," says Tim, after a few moments of silence. Kon *knows* Tim's waited to tell him this until he's all fucked out, but he's feeling generous.

"Oh yeah?"

"There's an operation which is going to take up all my time for a while. I'll try to keep in contact?" Tim sounds a bit shy.

Kon should totally resent the fact he's so easy to keep happy, but Tim just *tied himself up* and then phoned Kon to tell him about it.

Kon pretty much wins.

So he just grins lazily and says. "'Kay. How long is 'a while'? Or are you not allowed to tell me because of some weird Bat-rule?"

Tim sighs. "I honestly don't know. It'll depend how fast this can be wrapped up. Best case scenario is a week."

"A week isn't too bad." Kon bites his lip. "Do you want... I mean. Do you need backup, or anything? I could. You know."

"Work with Batman?" says Tim, drily. "It's okay, I'm not going to be doing this alone. I just. Wanted you to know what was happening, so you didn't w-- wonder." That was totally a worry.

"I might have. Worried."

"Is it still raining?" asks Tim.

"It's not too bad," Kon lies. He only got hit by lightning that *one* time, it'll be fine now. "I'll be over in a bit."