Fic: We Gonna Play or What, PG-13
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stinglikeabeeTitle: We Gonna Play or What?
Claim: General DCU
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Gar
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kon and Gar play video games and are distracted.
Word count: 1400
Prompt: Spleen (T15, P066)
Disclaimer: DC ownsmy soul the characters
Notes: Betaed by the fantastic![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fictionalknight, merci! For shananagin's Superboy Unusual Pairing Month. And finally, written during my epic stay at the ER. Who knew schmoop would come out of such agony?
"Someone ought to go get the lights,' Gar said, momentarily glancing at the spot beside the couch.
Kon didn't take his eyes off the screen. "Someone ought to get his ass off the couch and get the lights himself."
"Someone is an ungrateful little punk who ought to listen to his elders."
"Someone could use the exercise, Grampa."
Gar smacked the pause button with more force than necessary and threw down his controller. Kon laughed when Gar gave him the finger as he stomped across the room. "Next time you're doing it." He flipped the switch, and voilà, harsh lighting flooded the room.
"Fine."
Kon waggled his fingers in the air. The room was dark faster than anyone could say "black hole", save for the flickering blue light from the television.
"What was that?"
"Tactile Telekinesis, or TTK," Kon said, not bothering to keep the smugness out of his voice.
There was a long pause, and the overhead lights were switched back on.
"You could have turned the lights on yourself the entire time," Gar said, his voice carefully measured.
Kon shrugged and went back to the frozen screen. After a few seconds the flying pillow aimed at his head abruptly dropped to the ground, comfortably away from the target. Kon looked up from the game and grinned.
"TTK shield. It's impenetrable."
Another barrage of pillows ensued, each projectile seemingly stopping mid-air when they've actually hit the invisible wall that was the shield. "What part of impene-- ARGH!"
A green grizzly bear launched itself at him and landed with a thud that knocked the wind out of Kon's sails.
"You were saying?" the bear said, growls obscuring most of the words into "Grawr graw grral?"
Kon wheezed under the enormous weight, managing to squeak out something about lying on top of the pizza box and the little plastic table thing in the middle that kept the cheese from sticking to the cardboard cover hurting his spleen.
Gar transformed back into his normal self -- if a green-skinned man with pointy ears and near-mutton chops could be considered normal outside of a fantasy epic -- straddling the fidgeting Kon. A mischievous grin took over Gar's mouth. "Say uncle. C'mon."
Kon opened his mouth, but strangely for the kid, he shut it pretty quick. Gar watched the curious phenomenon occur a few more times, with Kon's face growing redder as it continued.
"What's wrong?"
Kon raised his eyes and talked to the ceiling, the very picture of embarrassment. "Gar?"
"Yeah?"
"You realize you're naked, right?"
Gar glanced down, and sure enough Kon was right.
"You're also on top of me. Naked."
Gar agreed.
The uncomfortable pause stretched on, with neither moving an inch.
"Uh, Gar?"
"Yeah, Kon?"
"Why aren't you moving?"
"Dunno, why aren't you moving?"
Kon glared holes into the uncooperative ceiling. "I asked first."
"That's not really an answer."
Gar's hand slipped into the tight space between Kon's lower back and the couch. At the touch Kon's eyes widened and he involuntarily bucked his hips away from the offending hand but in doing so neatly aligned their crotches together. Kon met Gar's eyes, horrified.
"Sorry," Gar said. "I was reaching for the pizza box."
"Yeah, sure."
"No, really." Gar held up the smashed container.
Kon fixated on the box. "Uh, I wasn't doubting you or anything." It fell to the floor with a soft thump. "Okay, about getting off me. I, y'know, I'm flattered? But it's probably not a good idea, I mean Robin wouldn't be too happy. He'd probably accuse me of doing it for attention or something--"
"You're babbling."
"Really?" Kon laughed nervously, his eyes darting around the room and looking anywhere but at the green, muscular and hairy man on top of him. "Ummmm..."
At that Gar pulled himself off the kid and laughed. Laughed so hard, his body convulsed with the exertion.
But Kon, half-grateful though he was, scooted backwards until he could sit up with his back against the arm rest and frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Your face!" Gar giggled. "You should have seen your face! You really thought I was going to jump you!"
"You... weren't?"
Gar rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Not everyone is making a pass at you. It's called reality."
Kon scoffed. "Whatever dude, you were so angling to cop a feel." He pointed. "It's understandable. Everyone wants a piece of my ass."
"I DON'T!"
"Pfft." Kon picked up his controller. "We gonna play or what?"
Gar grabbed his own controller and moved towards the center of the couch. "Yeah, yeah."
"Wait,' Kon said instead. He gave Gar the briefest up and down look-over. "Where are your clothes?"
Gar pressed resume and the soldiers onscreen continued to trudge towards enemy fire. "Occupational hazard. If I had my way, I'd just walk around naked, wind blowing through the jubblies, au naturel in the green monkey suit. No one would know."
"Uh, except for the Titans. And me, you dirty perv."
Gar sneered. "Prude. Anyway, let's say we start by infiltrating the enemy camp?" He scratched at his sideburns, wondering idly if he ought to find some towels or something for the couch. But Gar soon realised Kon was taking longer than expected to answer. "Kon?'
"Nothing." Kon ducked his head. "I was just thinking...'
"Go on, first time's always the hardest."
Kon scowled. '--that you have long lashes."
"Oookay."
"Yknow.' Kon leaned in forward, eyebrows raised and a smirk perched at the corner of his mouth, waiting to jump in with the punchline. 'Like a girl."
A green hand shot out and yanked the front of Kon's shirt. Their noses nearly slammed into each other with the force, were it not for Gar's turn to gawp and stare. This time into the kid's unearthly blue eyes.
Kon licked his lips. "What?" he said, a little too high.
"Um," Gar thoughtfully answered. His hand still gripped the shirt, and if he were to slightly tilt his nose to the right... "I'm not seeing anyone."
"I... me neither."
"Wait, you and Wonder Girl?"
"No, she dumped me. Two weeks back."
Gar loosened his grip. "Oh. Sorry."
"It's okay."
On the television screen, their neatly dressed soldiers screamed in torment as the game ended.
"So, you were saying?" Kon said above the din, and the tinge of hope in those words would be enough to sustain a year's worth of mooning over a certain blue-eyed, dark haired guy.
Gar looked down at his feet. "So. Man, how-- You know how things get when it's just you and a friend? Like when you're not seeing anyone. But you gotta, you gotta--"
"Huh?"
Gar chose this of all times to tilt his head forward so that their shoulders touched. "What I'm saying is, that is..." Their knees bumped together as he moved closer. "Well, we're adults. No, you're a teenager. Not where it counts, uh, forget I said that. But! We're guys. And guys sometimes--" Gar took a deep breath. When he turned to Kon, he saw a puzzled and only slightly freaked out expression on the kid's face.
"Kon, look! A playboy bunny!"
Kon's head whipped around so quickly it ought to be a world record. Gar would have kissed Hugh Hefner in gratitude if it were not for the simple objective currently playing out. He pounced on Kon and taking full advantage, bent down and captured Kon's mouth with his. It was awkward (their noses did end up mashing each other), rough (shave, damnit!), and so very hot. Somewhere, some time in between all this Gar thought slipping tongue on a well-surprised moody teenager recently dumped would be bad form, but it certainly didn't stop him from running the tip of his tongue across Kon's lower lip.
Kon moaned, and the muffled sound's vibrations traveled up Gar's jaws and to his ears. It was enough for Gar to reign in the haze of lust and pull back. He stared anxiously, looking to divine the reaction Kon would give him. It came a minute later, but he was none the wiser when Kon raised a hand to cover his mouth, cheeks burning red, eyes bright and round. The seconds ticked by, and finally Kon lowered his hand.
"You tricked me."
"Yeah."
"And you're still on top of me. Naked."
"Double yeah."
"So," Kon said, with a glare. "Why did you stop?"
Claim: General DCU
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Gar
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kon and Gar play video games and are distracted.
Word count: 1400
Prompt: Spleen (T15, P066)
Disclaimer: DC owns
Notes: Betaed by the fantastic
fictionalknight, merci! For shananagin's Superboy Unusual Pairing Month. And finally, written during my epic stay at the ER. Who knew schmoop would come out of such agony?"Someone ought to go get the lights,' Gar said, momentarily glancing at the spot beside the couch.
Kon didn't take his eyes off the screen. "Someone ought to get his ass off the couch and get the lights himself."
"Someone is an ungrateful little punk who ought to listen to his elders."
"Someone could use the exercise, Grampa."
Gar smacked the pause button with more force than necessary and threw down his controller. Kon laughed when Gar gave him the finger as he stomped across the room. "Next time you're doing it." He flipped the switch, and voilà, harsh lighting flooded the room.
"Fine."
Kon waggled his fingers in the air. The room was dark faster than anyone could say "black hole", save for the flickering blue light from the television.
"What was that?"
"Tactile Telekinesis, or TTK," Kon said, not bothering to keep the smugness out of his voice.
There was a long pause, and the overhead lights were switched back on.
"You could have turned the lights on yourself the entire time," Gar said, his voice carefully measured.
Kon shrugged and went back to the frozen screen. After a few seconds the flying pillow aimed at his head abruptly dropped to the ground, comfortably away from the target. Kon looked up from the game and grinned.
"TTK shield. It's impenetrable."
Another barrage of pillows ensued, each projectile seemingly stopping mid-air when they've actually hit the invisible wall that was the shield. "What part of impene-- ARGH!"
A green grizzly bear launched itself at him and landed with a thud that knocked the wind out of Kon's sails.
"You were saying?" the bear said, growls obscuring most of the words into "Grawr graw grral?"
Kon wheezed under the enormous weight, managing to squeak out something about lying on top of the pizza box and the little plastic table thing in the middle that kept the cheese from sticking to the cardboard cover hurting his spleen.
Gar transformed back into his normal self -- if a green-skinned man with pointy ears and near-mutton chops could be considered normal outside of a fantasy epic -- straddling the fidgeting Kon. A mischievous grin took over Gar's mouth. "Say uncle. C'mon."
Kon opened his mouth, but strangely for the kid, he shut it pretty quick. Gar watched the curious phenomenon occur a few more times, with Kon's face growing redder as it continued.
"What's wrong?"
Kon raised his eyes and talked to the ceiling, the very picture of embarrassment. "Gar?"
"Yeah?"
"You realize you're naked, right?"
Gar glanced down, and sure enough Kon was right.
"You're also on top of me. Naked."
Gar agreed.
The uncomfortable pause stretched on, with neither moving an inch.
"Uh, Gar?"
"Yeah, Kon?"
"Why aren't you moving?"
"Dunno, why aren't you moving?"
Kon glared holes into the uncooperative ceiling. "I asked first."
"That's not really an answer."
Gar's hand slipped into the tight space between Kon's lower back and the couch. At the touch Kon's eyes widened and he involuntarily bucked his hips away from the offending hand but in doing so neatly aligned their crotches together. Kon met Gar's eyes, horrified.
"Sorry," Gar said. "I was reaching for the pizza box."
"Yeah, sure."
"No, really." Gar held up the smashed container.
Kon fixated on the box. "Uh, I wasn't doubting you or anything." It fell to the floor with a soft thump. "Okay, about getting off me. I, y'know, I'm flattered? But it's probably not a good idea, I mean Robin wouldn't be too happy. He'd probably accuse me of doing it for attention or something--"
"You're babbling."
"Really?" Kon laughed nervously, his eyes darting around the room and looking anywhere but at the green, muscular and hairy man on top of him. "Ummmm..."
At that Gar pulled himself off the kid and laughed. Laughed so hard, his body convulsed with the exertion.
But Kon, half-grateful though he was, scooted backwards until he could sit up with his back against the arm rest and frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Your face!" Gar giggled. "You should have seen your face! You really thought I was going to jump you!"
"You... weren't?"
Gar rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Not everyone is making a pass at you. It's called reality."
Kon scoffed. "Whatever dude, you were so angling to cop a feel." He pointed. "It's understandable. Everyone wants a piece of my ass."
"I DON'T!"
"Pfft." Kon picked up his controller. "We gonna play or what?"
Gar grabbed his own controller and moved towards the center of the couch. "Yeah, yeah."
"Wait,' Kon said instead. He gave Gar the briefest up and down look-over. "Where are your clothes?"
Gar pressed resume and the soldiers onscreen continued to trudge towards enemy fire. "Occupational hazard. If I had my way, I'd just walk around naked, wind blowing through the jubblies, au naturel in the green monkey suit. No one would know."
"Uh, except for the Titans. And me, you dirty perv."
Gar sneered. "Prude. Anyway, let's say we start by infiltrating the enemy camp?" He scratched at his sideburns, wondering idly if he ought to find some towels or something for the couch. But Gar soon realised Kon was taking longer than expected to answer. "Kon?'
"Nothing." Kon ducked his head. "I was just thinking...'
"Go on, first time's always the hardest."
Kon scowled. '--that you have long lashes."
"Oookay."
"Yknow.' Kon leaned in forward, eyebrows raised and a smirk perched at the corner of his mouth, waiting to jump in with the punchline. 'Like a girl."
A green hand shot out and yanked the front of Kon's shirt. Their noses nearly slammed into each other with the force, were it not for Gar's turn to gawp and stare. This time into the kid's unearthly blue eyes.
Kon licked his lips. "What?" he said, a little too high.
"Um," Gar thoughtfully answered. His hand still gripped the shirt, and if he were to slightly tilt his nose to the right... "I'm not seeing anyone."
"I... me neither."
"Wait, you and Wonder Girl?"
"No, she dumped me. Two weeks back."
Gar loosened his grip. "Oh. Sorry."
"It's okay."
On the television screen, their neatly dressed soldiers screamed in torment as the game ended.
"So, you were saying?" Kon said above the din, and the tinge of hope in those words would be enough to sustain a year's worth of mooning over a certain blue-eyed, dark haired guy.
Gar looked down at his feet. "So. Man, how-- You know how things get when it's just you and a friend? Like when you're not seeing anyone. But you gotta, you gotta--"
"Huh?"
Gar chose this of all times to tilt his head forward so that their shoulders touched. "What I'm saying is, that is..." Their knees bumped together as he moved closer. "Well, we're adults. No, you're a teenager. Not where it counts, uh, forget I said that. But! We're guys. And guys sometimes--" Gar took a deep breath. When he turned to Kon, he saw a puzzled and only slightly freaked out expression on the kid's face.
"Kon, look! A playboy bunny!"
Kon's head whipped around so quickly it ought to be a world record. Gar would have kissed Hugh Hefner in gratitude if it were not for the simple objective currently playing out. He pounced on Kon and taking full advantage, bent down and captured Kon's mouth with his. It was awkward (their noses did end up mashing each other), rough (shave, damnit!), and so very hot. Somewhere, some time in between all this Gar thought slipping tongue on a well-surprised moody teenager recently dumped would be bad form, but it certainly didn't stop him from running the tip of his tongue across Kon's lower lip.
Kon moaned, and the muffled sound's vibrations traveled up Gar's jaws and to his ears. It was enough for Gar to reign in the haze of lust and pull back. He stared anxiously, looking to divine the reaction Kon would give him. It came a minute later, but he was none the wiser when Kon raised a hand to cover his mouth, cheeks burning red, eyes bright and round. The seconds ticked by, and finally Kon lowered his hand.
"You tricked me."
"Yeah."
"And you're still on top of me. Naked."
"Double yeah."
"So," Kon said, with a glare. "Why did you stop?"
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Date: 2009-05-25 03:50 am (UTC)"It's understandable. Everyone wants a piece of my ass."
Heck ya. Tis a very nice piece of ass, as a matter of fact. :swoon:
Great job on this. :D And though I'm not going to wish you another long wait at the ER, I'm kinda glad that this was the result of it, and I hope you'll write more! :)
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Date: 2009-05-25 05:30 am (UTC)OH wow, thank you! I loved writing this and it has been a long, long while since I remembered how much fun the whole process can be. *crosses fingers* Here's hoping the muse doesn't leave me!
*icon is shot of Wally's butt just to be ornery!*
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Date: 2009-05-25 07:49 pm (UTC)This was a great pairing! And you really made their voices believable.
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Date: 2009-05-25 09:05 pm (UTC)Thank you! *blushes* As Gar puts it, they're guys and guys sometimes... well, fall for each other :P
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Date: 2009-05-25 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-27 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-01 07:53 pm (UTC)You made Kon/Gar believable! Awesome, too! =)
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Date: 2009-06-05 08:19 am (UTC)