Mmm. So much love for this. So few happy Tim/Kon fics have come across my sights lately, and this just felt like a warm hug for the cynical portion of my soul that DC created.
I love, love, love Kon's internal dialog. He felt so extremely teenage-guyish. His early frustration at having the (relative) comfort of his teenage world turned on its ear. . . followed by the slow dawning of the undeniable truth being fought with Kon-gusto. . and the eventual surrender to what they both wanted was tremendously well written. It really felt like I was inside Kon's head, so vividly were his thoughts described.
(merely) A few of my favorite lines from him:
/Oh. That damned train. 15 miles away and it sounds like it’s right in my ear and scares me half to death.// *sigh.* I wish Smallville would do things like that. Because it makes so much sense for someone just coming into such extraordinary powers would have these reactions. In context of the story it works so well because it's one of a series of tiny, world-building events that makes the landscape of your story so rich, full and three-dimensional.
He wasn’t gay, he liked girls and women just fine thankyouverymuch, and he’d be a hell of a lot happier if his wet dreams would quit featuring his best friend, please! Much the way I imagine the situation feels for a teenage boy. ;)
He felt himself shake, realized he'd wrapped his hand around himself, jerking himself off at the same pace Tim'd used. Kon, honey? That's not just a clue you're infatuated. It's a huge, freaking neon sign.
He didn't want to change how he thought of himself, but when you're getting off thinking about your best (and very male) friend fucking you, there's a little problem with thinking you're straight. *gigglesnortflail.* Oh, Kon, just a tad.
//You’d think teachers could be a little understanding when a guy’s trying to figure out how his whole life can get turned upside down by something that isn’t even his choice... but no.//
*g* It's good to know that teachers in the town that gave us Superman weren't any more kind than the 99% of the rest of the world's.
The release had barely taken the edge off, and Tim’s blue eyes had once again been what drove him over. *G* Of course.
He slid his upper hand over Tim’s shoulder, feeling smooth skin over hard muscle--and then catching the different texture of the scars littered across it... Scar Kink FTW.
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Part Kon
Date: 2007-01-05 11:17 pm (UTC)I love, love, love Kon's internal dialog. He felt so extremely teenage-guyish. His early frustration at having the (relative) comfort of his teenage world turned on its ear. . . followed by the slow dawning of the undeniable truth being fought with Kon-gusto. . and the eventual surrender to what they both wanted was tremendously well written. It really felt like I was inside Kon's head, so vividly were his thoughts described.
(merely) A few of my favorite lines from him:
/Oh. That damned train. 15 miles away and it sounds like it’s right in my ear and scares me half to death.//
*sigh.* I wish Smallville would do things like that. Because it makes so much sense for someone just coming into such extraordinary powers would have these reactions. In context of the story it works so well because it's one of a series of tiny, world-building events that makes the landscape of your story so rich, full and three-dimensional.
He wasn’t gay, he liked girls and women just fine thankyouverymuch, and he’d be a hell of a lot happier if his wet dreams would quit featuring his best friend, please!
Much the way I imagine the situation feels for a teenage boy. ;)
He felt himself shake, realized he'd wrapped his hand around himself, jerking himself off at the same pace Tim'd used.
Kon, honey? That's not just a clue you're infatuated. It's a huge, freaking neon sign.
He didn't want to change how he thought of himself, but when you're getting off thinking about your best (and very male) friend fucking you, there's a little problem with thinking you're straight.
*gigglesnortflail.* Oh, Kon, just a tad.
//You’d think teachers could be a little understanding when a guy’s trying to figure out how his whole life can get turned upside down by something that isn’t even his choice... but no.//
*g* It's good to know that teachers in the town that gave us Superman weren't any more kind than the 99% of the rest of the world's.
The release had barely taken the edge off, and Tim’s blue eyes had once again been what drove him over.
*G* Of course.
He slid his upper hand over Tim’s shoulder, feeling smooth skin over hard muscle--and then catching the different texture of the scars littered across it...
Scar Kink FTW.