#i like his accent a LOT. mm...kinda wanna write some john x reader now...

[witherby]

It’s Friday chef. You know what that means. Boys kissing

You know what, hell yeah it is. Enjoy another installment of Boy-Kisser Friday, featuring a new rare pair I stumbled upon at 5:15 this morning.

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John stands up and claps his hands to rid them of any remaining chalk dust, admiring his summoning circle with a nod.

"Right," he declares, "that oughta be enough t'send those rogue Hellspawns back whence they came. Just need a catalyst to get the spell kick-started."

There's heavy silence for several seconds. Batman shares a look with Green Lantern and looks two seconds away from socking Constantine across the jaw. When he speaks, it's through grit teeth.

"We gathered everything you asked for," he bites out. "Blessed chalk. Rare crystals. An insidious amount of goat blood. Lantern had to travel to a different planet to get that sage stick you burnt properly carved in the pattern you drew for us."

He sweeps his arm in a broad, irritated motion, while John rests his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and smiles serenely back at him.

"And now you're telling us we've forgotten something? What is it? What obscure object do we have to hunt down as a catalyst for your spell?" He pulls up a holographic display in his gauntlet, scowling at the data he finds. "Tell me we can get it in the next ten minutes or this will have been a completely wasted endeavor."

"No need for hysterics. Calm yerself, handsome," John says, beckoning Batman closer. "It's in this room. Just need your help for a sec. C'mere, and don't let the cape mess up my chalk."

Green Lantern, whose been floating anxiously to the side, narrows his eyes suspiciously at Constantine, who catches his eye and grins right back.

"The goat blood wasn't gross enough? Need a sacrifice, too?" He asks.

"Nothin' so dark. I promise." John beckons for Batman again, who finally relents after glancing at his holo-display again, then dismisses it to step carefully into the intricate casting circle. "Good boy. Now, stay still."

John makes a few wide, sweeping motions with his hands and utters an incantation neither witness can understand, golden light shimmering between his fingers as he does so. The circle beneath him and Batman begins to light up the same color, and Green Lantern has to float back a bit when the color starts interfering with his ring. He's forced to stick to the sidelines and watch as John coaxes Batman through repeating a few phrases. When there are no signs that anybody is being hurt, Lantern relaxes somewhat.

Only to stiffen up like a board and let out a horrendous little squawk as John suddenly pulls his husband into a kiss.

"I — wha — HEY. EXCUSE ME?"

The light of the circle becomes blinding. Lantern shields his eyes and shouts for Batman, concern and rage swirling into a dangerous mix in his chest.

Then, in another moment it's over. The light dims, the chalk and blood circle fades into the ground like it had never been there, and Batman is wiping his mouth while Constantine stands there looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Congrats, gents," he declares, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trench coat like they've done nothing more dangerous than parallel-park a car, "you've saved the planet. Spawns 're back in Hell where they belong."

"Did you really need to do that?" Batman asks, more curious than angry. Lantern is much more angry, hovering next to him and using his ring to scan for injuries or weird side-effects of being in the spell circle. He's coming up clean, which is the biggest comfort.

John shrugs, already starting to walk away and likely towards the nearest bar. "Needed a consensual exchange of contact. Couldda been a hug, or a handshake, but who'd pass up the chance to snog The Dark Knight? Anyway, this was fun. Call me if you need help avertin' another apocalypse."

"Yeah, yeah...wait. It could've been what!?" Green Lantern roars.

"Happy Boy-Kisser Friday, lads!"

Batman snags Lantern by the ankle before he can fly off and beat John into the dirt.