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migay drown my old content in these things but whatevs I moved to wattpad anyway

Reblog and you’re guaranteed to be successful at whatever you do next!

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Do I really want this to be my first post in months? Hm. Yes, yes I do

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Honestly, Jon's character had so much potential at the age he was originally. So many stories they were not and (sadly) most likely will not be able to tackle.

And aging him up didn't only mess with his character, it messed with Damian's as well. All that character development the two had based around their friendship, gone to waste.

And, I'm no expert on comics whatsoever, but I did read somewhere that Bendis wanted Superman to experience a "real tragedy" thus aging up Jon and the whole Lois fiasco. And in my humble opinion, sacrificing a character's development for the sake of another, especially a new character who many fans (many of which are young and new to comics), is a terrible idea.

Here's to hoping thet revert Jon back.

Bendis’ answers about the Super Sons on reddit:

Bendis did an AMA on reddit so I read through and got the answers relevant to super sons for people who don’t want to read the whole thing

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Just Don't Ask Update

Hey, Jason here. I probably won't be posting the other parts of "Just Don't Ask" here on tumblr. Its really difficult seeing as they put the new line limit, making it even harder writers like me who prefer to create long chapters to post here on Tumblr. I'll still be posting one-shots here if ever, since those are normally shorter than my usual chapters.

But you can still read my "Just Don't Ask" fic by following the link provided. Its way past what i have posted here. As of this post, its at Chapter 14.

Just check out my profile if you're interested.

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Jon: *does something cute*

Damian, under his breath: I’m in love with you.

Jon: What was that?

Damian: I said I’M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO.

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jondami dateee  ❤ this was supposed to be for jondamiweek2019 day 2 but I’m crazy late and I dunno how this is a secret relationship xD maybe they’re sneaking around to date or smthn LOL

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Jondami week 2019 Day 5: Our First Date(?)

Prompt: Young Love

Synopsis: Damian asked Jon out for the nth time, just a friendly hang out of course, but with the way Damian's been acting? Jon's starting to question if its more than just a hang out.

"Mmmn...." Jon hummed, rocking back forth in his seat, patting his red sneakers on the dirt path of the park, waiting impatiently for his best friend. "Where is he?" He said, letting out a sigh, lowering his gaze to look at his watch. "Damian was 2 minutes late. Damian's never late." Jon thought to himself

"Right here, Kent." An all too familiar voice called out, shaking Jon from his thoughts.

"Dami!" Jon called out, rising to his feet and lunging at the boy.

"Wait, Kent don'-" but it was too late, just had already wrapped his older but shorter friend in a warm embrace, almost immediatelt feeling something get squished between them. Jon let go.

"Well." Damian began, letting out an exasperated sigh. "That's 3 hours of work I'll never get back." Damian said, the once confident smirk that graced his face now gone as he stared down at the crushed box.

"Haha.. whoops?" Jon said, rubbing his nape and smiling awkwardly. "What's.. what's in the box?" Jon said with a nervous giggle.

"TT. Well, it was a chocolate cake." Damian said before letting out a sigh.

"Oooh! Cake!" Jon beamed, a wide smile on his lips before he paused.

"Wait, its not my birthday till.." Jon paused and began counting on his fingers, looking up in thought. "6 months!" Jon exclaimed. "What's the occasion?" Jon asked.

Damian simply shrugged, before his eyes rose to meet Jon's. Steely emeralds meeting soothing sapphires. Jon felt the faintest hint of a blush creep onto his face, his breath getting caught in his throat. He couldn't understand why... he and Damian have locked eyes before.. but today.. Damian seemed different. His eyes felt different, not cold nor unfeeling but... softer.. warmer.. more.. endearing.

"No matter," Damian began, what one could only hope was a smile rested on his face, before he turned around. His shoes hitting the grassy soil of the park.

"Wait, dami! Where are you going?" Jon called out, catching up to his best friend.

"Follow, Kent. We're going to eat the cake-" Damian's voice paused before he looked down at the mashed up mess in the box he was carrying "or at least what's left of it."

Damian led Jon to a secluded part of the park, the boys passing through an uphill tree arch which dimmed the sunlight, fire flies flying around them creating an almost breath taking display that Damian may or may not have had to bribe Poison Ivy and Zatanna to create.

Damian paused, to take in the scenery. Content with his handiwork, looking over his shoulder to see what ever impossibly adorable reaction Jon be having.

"Ughh... Damian.. are we almost there? My feet hurt." Jon complained, letting out a groan.

Not exactly the reaction Damian had in mind.. but still cute nonetheless.

"TT. Not much further, hayseed." Damian smirked. "What? You want me to carry you?" Damian said, jokingly.

"As a matter of fact.." Jon's voice trailed off, playing along before he felt his feet being swept up under him.

"Woahhhh!" Jon said, taken by surprise. Damian had lifted him off his feet, one hand under the boy's knees and the other at his torso pulling him in close, miraculously still balancing the cake box.

"D-d-dami..?" Jon asked, his voice shakey. He never expected Damian to actually do it. He looked up at Damian, a questioning look on his face, a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"What?" Damian asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, looking down at the half-kryptonian. Making the boy feel like anything but invulnerable.

Jon opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out as their eyes met once more. He immediately averted his gaze and could swear he felt Damian chuckle.

Jon never thought he'd find himself in such a situation.. being carried in the arms of his best friend, bridal style. It'd be humiliating for anyone else.. but for Jon? Feeling Damian this close.. being held this way..? He felt safe.. he felt at home... he didn't want it to end.

*thud*

"Ouuuchhhh!" Jon complained, as Damian dropped him.

"We're here." Damian said bluntly, bending to one knee and placing the cake down gently.

"Dami..! Why'd you-" Jon said, rising to his feet before seeing what Damian presumably had set up.

The boys were on a hill overlooking the rest of the park, with a single tree near the edge, un-lit lanterns resting from its branches. 3 bowls of still-hot noodles from one of the fancy chinese restaurants, 2 cold grape sodas, and a bowl of cheesy nachos rested on a picnic blanket, the basket at its side all under the shade of the tree.

"Are you going to join me, or are you just going to stand there and gawk?" Damian called out, sitting down, resting his back against the tree, watching as the began to set.

"D-dami what is all this?" Jon asked, walking over to Damian. His red sneakers hitting the grass.

"What? Don't like it?" Damian asked, taking a can of soda, the iconic fizz sound escaping the can as he opened it.

"No.. its not that its just- euah!!" Jon was cut off, by Damian grabbing onto his and and pulling him down so he's resting his head on Damian's lap.

"So just sit down already." Damian said bluntly, not looking down at Jon, just mindlessly sipping the soda.

Jon opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he had no idea why Damian was acting so weird today.. but honestly? He didn't want him to stop.

"Like the view?" Damian asked, just as Jon realized he was staring at his face.

"W-what?!" Jon sat up immediately, a his cheeks flushed red.

"TT. The sunset, Kent." Damian said, looking at Jon with a quizzical look.

"Ohhhh.. yeah yeah.. totally." Jon said, a giggle escaping his lips.

Damian smiled "good." He said, patting his lap, inviting Jon to lay back down, when Jon didn't react  Damian rolled his eyes and pulled Jon back down.

Jon tensed up for a moment before relaxing, he felt Damian begin to stroke his hair, running his slim fingers through it. His other arm pulling Jon in close. Jon had no idea what Damian was doing.. but honestly he didn't want him to stop. He didn't think this moment could get any better until his eyes caught a noodle dangling over his face. He was wrong, it could get better.

"Ah?" Damian asked.

"Ah..?" Jon asked back, before damian lowered the noodle into his mouth.

"Ahg- mmmn!" Jon hummed as he chewed the noodle, surprised by how good it was.

"Hehe.. glad you like it" Damian said, watching Jon eat before their eyes met. This time it was Damian's turn to blush.

"What?" Jon asked, raising a brow just as he swallowed.

"TT. Nothing" damian played it off, looking away. Lowering a few more noodles from his chopsticks to Jon's mouth, hoping they'd distract him enough to not notice the painfully obvious blush on his cheeks.

Jon shrugged and kept eating.

"Mmnch Dami?" Jon asked Damian, who was getting some noodles from the second box.

"Yeah?" He asked, not pausing.

"Its getting kinda dark.. should we-" and as if on cue, the lanterns turned on around them.

"Oh, huh?" Jon looked around them, sitting up.

"Full?" Damian asked.

"Mhm" jon replied.

"Alright then." Damian said wrapping an arm around him and bringing him in close so Jon's resting his cheek on Damian's shoulder.

"Dami..?" Jon asked, his blush darkening.

"What?" Damian asked bluntly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Jon opened his mouth to speak when something caught his eye. "Dami! Look!" Jon said outloud, pointing at the meteor shower that was currently happening.

Damian smirked. "Right on cue." He thought to himself as he tightened his hug on Jon, nuzzling into the boy's messy hair.

The song Just for a moment by gryffin started to play, only playing into the romantic vibe.

"Wow.." Jon looked up in awe. "Its... amazing"

"Yeah.." Damian said, his eyes resting on the boy beside him. Watching as the wind danced between his messy hair, the flicker in his eyes as he watched the meteor shower.  "Breath taking." He blushed.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed when Jon finally decided to ask.

"Hey dami?" He asked, looking up at the boy.

"Was today uhm... a you know..?" Jon's voice trailed off.

"A what?" Damian asked.

"A.. you know a-" Jon's voice was cut off by Damian's lips meeting his own. He was taken a back for a few seconds before he began melting into the kiss, feeling his almost invulnerable body turn to jelly.

Damian pulled back, breaking their kiss. A chuckle escaping his lips. Both boys blushing hard

"Does that answer your question?" Damian asked, a smirk on his lips

"Y-yeah.." Jon blushed, smiling.

A/N: hey guys! I'm super super sorry for being late by like 2 days. I got busy and stuff so yeah, uhm here sorry if its like.. shit -Jason

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Jondami week 2019 Day 4: A Mismatch Made in Heaven

Prompt: Body Swap

Synopsis: The Super Sons are on the Felix Faust case. After just a few days on the case, they've got him cornered, little do they know he's got a special spell ready, just for them.

~Lowkey smut warning~

"It's over, Faust." Robin called out from the darkness, perched on one of the upper beams of the warehouse.

"Yeah! Just give up." Superboy called out, a few beams away from Damian.

"Hah! Faust never surrenders!" The sorcerer said, sweat dripping down his cheek.

"Heh. I was hoping you would say that." Damian smirked, "Maneuver J-7 Delta!" Damian shouted to Jon, as he stood up, pride in his voice.

"Uh.. Damian..?" Jon called out, his voice unsure.

"What?" Damian said, looking over his shoulder at Jon.

"I uh.. forgot which one that is" Jon said with a light giggle.

"TT." Damian said with a sigh, rubbing his temples. "Why do I even try?"

"Hah! Fools." Felix said with a laugh, snapping his fingers, a flame appearing in his now open palm. "Now, be good little boys and stand still." He said with a smirk before launching a ball of fire at Damian.

Damian easily evaded and leapt down at Faust, 4 explosive birdarangs landing near the sorcerer's feet, exploding just Damian's boots touched the concrete floor.

Felix was thrown across the, his back hitting the floor hard just as Jon slammed into the, ground, landing just next to him, cracking the concrete and causing the sorcerer to yelp.

"Give it up, Faust!" Jon commanded, though with his voice and appearance it came out more as unbelievably adorable than anything even remotely intimidating.

"Alright! Alright.." the sorcerer said, rising to his feet. "Faust knows when he is beaten." He said plainly.

"I thought you said you don't surrender?" Jon asked, raising a brow.

"That doesn't mean I can't run! Hahahahaha-oof!" Faust turned to run, able to do so for about half a second before slamming into a brick wall.

"Ouch.." Jon said, squinting one eye.

"Just when I thought you couldn't become more of a joke." Damian scoffed, crossing his arms beside Jon.

"Hrr.r.. you'll pay for that!" Faust said, clawing his hands. Purple lightning shot forth, arcing in the air towards Robin.

"Robin! Get down!" Jon said, launching himself at his partner.

Both boys got struck by Faust's magic, both now a crumpled mess on the floor, smoke coming off their unconscious bodies.

"Well, that's not what was supposed to happen.." the sorcerer thought to himself. "No matter! Time to make my great escape. Hahahahaha- oof!" He turned around to run, slamming into the same wall but this time knocking himself unconscious falling to the floor with an audible thud.

A few hours passed and both of the boys started to wake up.

"Mmmn.. your knee's poking my side.." Jon complained.

"No you.. you got your elbow against my-" Damian paused, his eyes going wide as he stared at the face mere inches from his own; his face.

"Ahhh!" Damian shouted.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Jon Shrieked.

Both boys got up, their eyes wide as they stared down the other.

"You're me!" Damian shouted, glancing down at his body. "Ahhhh! And I'm you!" He shouted.

Jon dusted himself off, letting out a sigh. "TT. No, hayseed. We're us but... body swapped." Jon said with a shiver.

"B-body swapped?" Damian asked, looking down at his body.

"Yes, the effects of Faust's spell, no doubt." Jon said, looking around the room before spotting him, still knocked unconscious, missing a few teeth.

"Although, I don't see how body swapping would be a useful offensive spell." Jon said, walking over to the sorcerer's unconscious body. Placing a thumb on his chin in thought while Damian was freaking out behind him, rolling around on the floor and shouting.

"Perhaps the spell went awry.." Jon said, kneeling down and reaching for a pair of cuffs in the back pocket of his utility belt only to grope his own butt.

Jon's eyes went, his cheeks reddening quickly. He looked over his shoulder, thanking whatever powers there were that the real Jon didn't see what he just did.

"Kent." Jon said coldly, Damian still rolling around and panicking.

He sighed and stood up, walking over to his partner. Placing a foot on his torso and slapping his very very lightly.

"Snap out of it."

"Ouuuchhhhh!!" Damian complained.

"Now hand me my cuffs before Houdini wakes up." Pointing at Faust.

The boys cuffed the sorcerer and sealed his lips to prevent him from casting any more spells. They brought him to the fortress of attitude.

"W-where am-" Faust was cut off just as he was waking up by Jon slamming his hand on the table in front of his, breaking it in half. The sorcerer was scared shitless to say the least, tied up to a chair, his hands bound behind him.

"You're being interrogated." Jon said bluntly.

"Yeah! So you better start talking." Damian chimed in

"Or else." Jon narrowed his eyes.

The sorcerer chuckled. "looks like my spell worked." He smirked.

"Tell us how it works." Damian said.

"Make me." Faust said confidently.

"With pleasure." Jon smirked, throwing the wizard across the room and breaking his arm.

"Ahhh!" Faust cried out, clearly not thinking his plan through.

"Alright alright! I'll talk..." He said... "24 hours.." he said, out of breath.

"Till what?" Damian asked.

"Till you two change back" he said.

"That's all we needed to know." Jon said coldly, letting him sit back up before leaving the cell.

"Wait! You're just going to leave me here?!" He shouted out.

"Mhm! See you tomorrow!" Damian said, closing the door behind him before turning back "oh! Food will be there like I think uhm.. in a few hours? So yeah- uh! Yeah!" Damian said, before catching up to Jon.

"So..." Damian began, both boys seated at the couch.

"19 hours." Jon said plainly.

"But I thought he said-"

"No, Kent. 5 hours passed since we got turned."

"What do we do till then?" Damian asked.

"We wait, live out the other's day. Tomorrow we'll be back.

"What?!" Damian cried out.

"But- but me and my parents were gonna go to the amusement park..!" Damian complained.

"Yes, and I have an interview with father in couple hours."

"what do I do?!" Damian said, falling backwards letting out an exapserated sound.

"Just sit there. Let father do the talking." Jon said.

"Can't we ask raven for help?" Damian asked

"No, her and the other magical league members are off on a mission to fight mr. Mxyzptlk." Jon said, letting out a sigh "we just have to deal with it ourselves."

Most of the day finished, Damian retired to his bedroom. Being able to fool Clark and Louis.

"Ok.. time to-" Damian paused just as he was about to unbuckle Jon's belt. He was going to go to the bathroom when he remembered this was jon's body.

Damian eyed Jon's body in the mirror, still wearing his white t-shirt, jeans and red shoes.

His mind drifted back to when he accidentally groped Jon's butt, the blush returning.

"No." He said, plainly. Damian's had feelings for Jon for quite some time now and he'd be lying if he said he never wanted to see him.. bare. He never actually thought it'd happen, nor was he planning on acting on those feelings any time soon.. but given the circumstances he had the chance.

"Its not right." He said, wrestling with his thoughts. Before feeling a tent pitch in his pants, the blush darkening as he felt a single bead of sweat drip down his face. He looked down to see a buldge in his jeans.

"Mmmng.. maybe just a little peek.." he said, before dropping the jeans to the floor, Jon's boyhood springing upwards, a drop of pre being flung to his face.

"This is so.. weird.." Damian said to himself as he licked the pre on his cheek, feeling Jon's boyhood throb.

"Mmmn.." Damian let out a hum, before slipping off Jon's shirt eyeing his bare chest in the mirror.

"Heh. Pink nipples. Cute." Damian smirked before caressing Jon's slender body, admiring his frame.

He paused remembering one important thing. Walking over to Jon's school supplies, he pulled out a ruler.

"TT. He's bigger." With a disappointed groan he admitted.

Damian reached for Jon's phone and thought for a second.

"Agh fuck it." Damian said, as he stripped Jon nude. Taking pictures of his pale body, everything from head to toe videoing Jon jerk his boyhood up and down before stroking, pulling down his foreskin and revealing the boy's sensitive tip. He then showered, videoing and picturing himself.

Wiping himself off, he collapsed in bed and began stroking, fondling himself, running his fingers through Jon's messy hair. He videoed himself edge thrice before spewing jon's load all over his bare chest. Licking up the evidence.

He sent all videos and pictures to one of his own alternate accounts.

"Sorry Jon." Damian said, a hint of regret in his voice deleting any evidence from Jon's phone while groping the boy's family jewels.

"I just couldn't pass this up." He said, reluctantly slipping clpthes back on and going to sleep.

Morning came and Damian was back in his own body.

"Mmmn.." he groaned, feeling cold. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he saw he was completely naked. His eyes went wide, as he scanned the room, his underwear was all over the place and that's when it hit him.

He was sore, sore all over especially his boyhood. Reaching down to touch it he recoiled, it was still hypersensitive. Looking down at his bare chest, he was covered in his own cum.

A smirk came to his face.

"TT. Guess this makes us even~" he said, opening his gallery.

A/N: hey, jason here. This was weird but fun to write, idk I didn't have any good ideas for today's prompt, so I just went with whatever I could think off. -Jason

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Jondami week 2019 Day 3: Dancing in The Dark

Prompt: Homecoming

Synopsis: Its prom night, members of the league, young justice and teen titans have gathered at the gala. It's all smiles for everyone.. everyone but Damian Wayne. His date was late... 7 years late by Jon's count.

A/N: I suggest listening to the song Damian plays when reading through that part of this fic.

Damian Wayne, youngest son of the Bat was once again alone. Standing by the sidelines, much to everyone's surprise. He's barely talked to anyone and hasn't eaten a thing since the night started. He was cold, colder than usual and no one could really figure out why.

Artemis with Wally, dancing like they owner the place, the Question with Helena, earning a few curious looks, hell, even Jaime found the balls to ask out Bart, the latter of which only responded with "That's totally crash", a smile on his lips as he kissed Jaime, before dragging him onto the dance floor.

Damian stood alone, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a wall his pressed suit getting a few wrinkles. He hasn't danced with anyone tonight, and it's not for a lack of people trying.

Zatanna, Raven, Maya hell even Garfield asked for his hand on the dance floor. All of whom were immediately shot down by a blunt "No." And a "Fuck off." For beast boy when he wouldn't stop asking.

Jon made Damian promise he would be his first dance of the night. Damian obliged, honestly he wanted Jon to also be his last dance of the night, not caring to be with anyone other than him.

That promise is one Damian intended to keep, and so he waited. And waited. And waited.. and waited...

Unmoving from the spot he Jon agreed to wait for one another. Even as the rest of the guests left, and the ballroom went dark Damian wouldn't move a muscle. Kent wouldn't lie to him, Kent wouldn't break his promise! Would he...?

He kept his head bowed, arms over his chest, eyes closed tightly.  He would wait, he would listen, he would wait to hear Jon's voice break the deafening silence.

Then he heard a voice, a voice that broke the silence.. albeit not the voice he was expecting.

"Hey- uh.. kid?" An old janitor part of the clean up crew- or well.. he was sum total of the clean up crew, said to him. His voice unsure.

"Get out." Damian demanded, his voice harsh and bitter. The man recoiled, grumbling something along the lines of 'spoiled brat.' As he left the room.

Damian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze moving from end of the room to the other. Looking over the messy white cloth tabe tops, the discarded glasses and plates streamers and confetti on the floor other clutter in the room.. hoping to see Jon there, waiting for him to spot him.

But Jon wasn't there.

Damian tightened his fist, as he felt his face contort into something almost no one ever saw.. a face only ever saw.

He felt a single tear drip down the side of his cheek, falling to the floor. Damian let out a pained growl as he turned and plunged his fist into the wall, cracking it.

Breathing heavily, he felt the rest of the tears in his eyes threatening to break as he fell to his knees. Tears began to stream from his face, mixing with beads of sweat as Damian clutched his sides. Wails of agony and whimpers of sorrow reverberated throughout the halls, filling the previously joyous gala with a sense of.... emptiness.

"I can't..." Damian managed to say, between breaths. "Why did you-.... Kent.. how could you..? After I finally opened up to someone.." Damian said, sounding defeated.

"No! Why did I... choose to finally open up?! Why the hell did I choose to trust.." Damian said.. tears streaming down his face as he grabbed lochs of his hair, tugging harshly on them "WHY THE HELL DID I CHOOSE TO LOVE." Damian spat like venom, before his furious growls turned to.. empty broken whimpers.

Damian stayed there, a shivering, whimpering broken mess. Falling over to his side, by some miracle he managed to cry himself to sleep, his arms around his chest, wishing Jon could be there.. there with him.. like they promised each other.... instead he was greeted with emptiness.. the cold... bitter.. void.

Damian stirred lightly in his sleep, tears still dripping when a figure flew through an open window.

The figure's gaze moved from left to right as it remained otherwise motionless in the air, seemingly trying to find someone.

The figure flew over to Damian, staring down a the broken mess of a boy, letting out a pained sigh. He felt his boots touch the floor, walking over beside him, he slid his back against the floor and sat down, his knees to his chest.

"Hey... wake up, sleepy head" the figure said sweetly, gently adjusting the stray strands of hair on Damian's face, though their skin didn't touch.

Damian heard the voice it was... familiar...

"Mmn...." Damian groaned, slowly opening his eyes, his eyelids crusted with dry tears. His vision was blurred but he could just barely make out a silhouette of a boy sitting beside him. The moon light shines through a nearby window, making it impossible to clearly see the figure from Damian's point of view.. but that voice... the messy hair resting haphazardly on the boy's head... he could recognize that silhouette anywhere.

"J-" Damian coughed, "Jon...?" Damian asked, his vision hazy.

"H-hey there, Dami" Jon let out a nervous laugh, his features still unseen.

"Sorry I'm late for the- oof!" Jon was cut off by Damian who had tackled him to the ground, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face into Jon's chest humming in content at the contact, but... something was different.. Jon was.. taller?

"Uhhh, Damia-" His voice was deeper. Damian broke the hug, pulling back and sitting up.

Damian could finally see Jon clearly... 3 weeks without seeing the boy of his dreams... seeing him now? He had a scar running down his left cheek, he was more muscular, dressed in Kryptonian battle armor and.. he looked.. older. Much older.

"Kent, what.. what happened?" Damian, reaching for Jon's face and cupping his cheek. Jon froze, his breath hitching in his throat before he willed himself to relax, avoiding eye contact.

"Haha.. remember how I said I was a little late..?" Jon said, looking anywhere but Damian's eyes, a fake smile on his face. "Yeah.. by that I mean... really late.. like- 7 years late." Jon said, a pained laugh escaping his lips.

Damian's eyes went wide at the remark. "S-Seven Years?!" He asked, desperation in his voice.

"Yup!" Jon tried to sound peppy, his voice was.. deeper now. "But that doesn't matter, what matters is I'm here and we can-" Damian cut him off.

"Kent. Look at me." Damian demanded. And when Jon wouldn't oblige, he pushed the boy's face so they were facing each other. Jon kept his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, for me Jon." Jon didn't want to, shaking his head violently.

"Please.." Damian pleaded, and Jon finally complied. He couldn't resist his voice 7 years ago, and he couldn't resist his voice now.

Jon slowly opened his eyes, pained emeralds meeting tortured and regretful sapphires.

His smile broke, he couldn't lie to  Damian's eyes. No amount of torture, training, beating or war could ever change that.

Jon began to cry, wrapping his boyfriend in tight embrace, careful not break him with his strength.

"D-damian! Y-you were right.." Jon cried out, tightening his grip as he dampened Damian's suit with tears.

Damian stayed silent. Hugging him back. Despite now being older, he was still the boy who broke the ice around his heart, the boy he fell in love with; and no power on earth or any other could ever change that.

"I never- never should have gone with my grandfather!" Jon's breath was heavy, his voice was pained.

"Shh.. shh.. Its ok, Jon. "Damian cooed, running a hand through the half kryptonian's hair, while the other returned the hug.

"I- I missed you..." Jon's voice hitched in his throat. "So.. so much..." Jon barely managed to get out between whimpers. "Damian...!" he cried, his eyes tightly closed.

"Its ok Jon.. I'm here now.." Damian said as he closed his eyes. "I'm here now..." he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes but he knew he had to be the strong one.. he had to be strong for Jon. So he held them back.

"Hey, Kent?" Damian asked, in as  sweet a voice as he could.

"Y-yeah?" Jon said, sniffling.

"You.. still up for that dance?" Damian asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Y-you mean you still want to-" Damian cut him off, nodding, a smile on his face. He had a thousand questions.. but those could wait. For now, he had to be here for Jon. The way Jon was there for him.. all those nights ago.

Standing up and dusting himself off. He offered a hand to Jon.

"O-okay.." Jon took his hand, and at that moment Jon felt it. The spark he shared with damian, the fire he missed so much.. after all this time.. it was like feeling it for the first time all over again.

"What song?" Damian asked.

"Y-you already know the one." Jon said, his voice still shakey wiping away tears.

Damian smiled and nodded, choosing the song 'All about us' by He is We. They chose the song because it would be perfect for their first dance, for them coming out, proud to be in love with each other... that was the original thought.. its definitely.. different now, but why put all that planning to waste?

Damian walked over to Jon, grasping the boy's hand as the started to play.

(play the song while you read)

"You ready?" Damian asked

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Jon answered, his voice pained yet.. happy.

The boys said, as the song started to play, their words matching that of what they said last time they danced.. all those nights ago.

The boys moved slowly to the sound of the song, their eyes locked on to each other. The ball room was dark... but the light in each other's eyes was all they needed..

Jon turned his hand slowly, a cue for Damian who obliged and twirled, leaning away, their hands never separating as he pulled back, landing perfectly in Jon's strong arms.

"You've been practicing..?" Damian asked, impressed.

"Yeah, I have-"

"Ouch!" Damian yelped, Jon stepping on his feet.

"S-sorry, Dami" Jon looked away, blushing.

Damian smirked, feeling the heat in his cheeks. "Every bit as cute as I remember, Kent." Damian said, planting a kiss on Jon's cheek.

Jon touched his cheek, feeling himself smile, truly smile.. for the first time in years.

"Let's keep going." Damian said, bluntly yet sweetly, Jon giggled and happily complied.

The boys danced the night away, despite all the time spent apart.. it was still them. Superboy and Robin, Damian and Jon. The unbreakable duo, the super sons. Bound first by friendship, now by love and nothing could ever change that. Nothing could ever break their special bond.

The bond of true love between two boys.

A/N: Alrigt, there we go. My submission for Day 3, oh btw this is linked with my submission for day 2. Also, this is how my other story "Just Don't Ask" was supposed to end before I changed my mind. So if you wanted to know the original ending for that, here it is. Check the story out if you're curious. Anyway, with that out of the way I hope you guys enjoyed! -Jason

[jasonp43]

Jondami week 2019 Day 2: Stay a Little Longer

Prompt: Protective/Secret Relationship Synopsis: Jonathan Samuel Kent is going to space with his grandfather, but before he goes he has to make one final stop at Wayne Manor.

"You're WHAT?!" Damian growled, still dressed in his pajamas. Jon had barged in through his window uninvited like many times before, at first he was vexed.. but after hearing what Jon had to say? Damian was Furious.

"It'll only be for a few weeks.." Jon said, trying to sound convincing, but honestly? This was every bit as difficult for him as it was for Damian. He stood there, the proud symbol of house El displayed on his chest, his cape fluttering in the wind.

"THE HELL YOU ARE." Damian said, angrily pushing Jon aside, and stomping his way to the window, slamming his shutters closed in an (useless) attempt to bar Jon from leaving.

"But Dami!" Jon complained "this might be my only chance to learn more about my kryptonian heritage!" Jon tried to reason out.

"I said NO, Kent. And that's FUCKING final." Damian said, crossing his arms over his chest. A scowl on his face, his hair a mess.

"But-" Jon was cut off, Damian talking over him

"No, Kent. No amount of your incessant blabbering and nagging will sway me to even BEGIN to consider that terrible idea." Damian snapped, his voice bitter. Until his lips trembled and his voice faltered. A single tear streaming down his face, his eyes betraying him.

"Damian, are you-"

"No Jon! I'm not okay." Damian said, as more tears broke from his eyes. "I- I can't lose you... not yet.. not a few months after I finally became your's.. not now.." Damian paused, steadying his breath "not ever.." Damian breathed out, trying to calm himself when he felt his boyfriends arms wrap around him in a warm embrace, only making him whimper, tears began to stream down his face.

"Its ok Dami.. I'm here.. I'll always be here..." Jon cooed, kissing Damian's cheek, his boyfriend dampening his shoulder with tears.

"You can't go Jon.. please.. don't- don't.. leave me..." Damian pleaded, tightening his grip, not ever wanting to let go.

Everyone thinks Jon's the soft one in their friendship, but they couldn't be more wrong. Damian talks all big and brooding but deep down.. he's all soft- at least for Jon. Jon was his kryptonite, the prospect of him leaving, turning one of the world's deadliest assassins into a crying little mess.

"Shh.. shh..." Jon hushed, floating over to Damian's bed, sitting down. Damian burying his face in his boyfriend's chest.

"I'm not leaving you Dami.. I'd never.. ever leave you" Jon said, lifting his boyfriend's chin so their eyes could meet. Sapphires meeting emeralds. The boys blushed.

"You don't know that, Kent.." Damian managed to say. "You can never know that.." Damian spat "Every night we go out there.. the super sons. we fight crime.. every night we save lives... every night we risk our lives.. risk losing the other in this... cruel hateful world." Damian said bitterly

"But you won't lose me-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT" Damian growled before collapsing back in Jon's arma.

Jon sighed, closing his eyes. "Every night we go out there.. but we always end up together.. right?" Jon asked, Damian. Damian nodded slowly in response.

"Then why is me going away for a few weeks any different?" Jon asked

"Because, beloved..." Damian's voice was still shakey "I'm not there, not there to protect you.." he answered, his voice trailing off, tightening his hug.

"Oh Dami.." Jon said sweetly, lifting Damian up and plopping him down on his bed so they're both facing each other, lying down.

"You know I can take care of myself.. right?" Jon asked, cupping Damian's cheek. "I mean.. I can like punch hard.. like, really hard." Jon said confidently, eliciting the smallest of laughs from Damian.

"I know, beloved but.." Damian said, kissing Jon's hand "its.. different." Damian comtinued.

"Besides, my grandpa will be with me!" Jon smiled, beeming.

Damian sighed, his gaze drifting away from his boyfriend to the blade of his grandfather that he kept on a plaque on the wall.

"That's just it, Kent." Damian began "I don't.. trust him." Damian said bitterly.

"What? Why? You haven't even met the guy." Jon asked, raising a brow

"Its just.. a gut feeling, he doesn't sit right with me." Damian said, narrowing his eyes at the sword. "He's bad news." Damian spat like venom.

"I mean.." jon began "right now, the only bad thing I see in him is his haircut" the boys shared a laugh, enjoying a comfortable silence until Damian broke it.

"What about... prom?" Damian asked

"You mean the one we'll have with the rest of the league?" Jon asked

"Yes, that.. we were supposed to.." Damian paused "Come out then, Jon.. remember? It's in 3 weeks." Damian continued.

"Oh yeah.. uhm- don't worry, I'll be back before then" jon said

"What if you miss it..?" Damian asked, worry in his voice.

Jon seemed to think it over, scrunching his brows together before answering "I- I won't Damian.." Jon said.

"You promise..?" Damian asked.

"I promise" Jon answered, promising not only Damian but also himself.

Damian still seemed upset, letting out a shakey sigh. He could tell there was no way to shake Jon of his decision.. he just prayed to whatever power there was that they wouldn't regret it.

"Hey Dami?" Jon asked, breaking Damian from his thoughts.

"About prom.." Jon began.

"Yeah..?"

"Uhm- could we again?" Jon paused "just one more time before I go?" Jon asked, a sweet smile on his face.

Damian sighed, a smile finding its place on his lips. "Alright, but only because I love you." Damian said, causing Jon to blush. Damian got out of bed, turning on his phone.

"What song?" Damian asked, looking over at Jon who was already waiting for Damian to join him, standing in position.

"You decide" Jon smiled sweetly

Damian blushed and sighed, thankful after so long, struggling with his feelings he could finally call Jon his. He chose the song 'Stay with me' by Sam Smith.

The song started to play, Damian walking over to his boyfriend.

"Ready?" Damian asked, their fingers intertwined, Damian had his other hand on Jon's shoulder, Jon has his other hand on Damian's waist.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Jon said, a nervous giggle escaping his lips.

The pair began to dance, moving gracefully. Damian, despite being shorter, due to being more experienced, took the lead.

The light of the moon light shined through the windows of Damian's room, bathing the boys in a tinge of bluish-white.

Their eyes locked, their bodies drawn so close they could feel the other's body heat. This is what they wanted, this is what they've wanted ever since they met. And now, they finally had it. The moment was perfect, that is until.

"Ouch!" Damian yelped, Jon stepping on his feet.

"Haha.. sorry" Jon giggled, embarrased a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"That's alright." Damian said

"You sure..?" Jon asked, skeptical. Raising a brow.

"Of course, beloved. We've got.. plenty of time to practice once you get back." Damian began.

"For now.. let's just practice this." Damian said, leaning forward. His lips meeting Jon's in a loving kiss, Jon was at first taken aback, but after a few seconds he felt his body turn to jelly at Damian's touch, melting into his kiss.

Both boys felt the heat rush to their cheeks, enjoying this picture perfect moment.. both blissfully unaware of the heart ache to come.

A/N: Hey, I still don't know if its unusual for peeps to leave an author's note here on tumblr.. but yeah. Uhm, just wanted to say that this fic and the one coming tomorrow will be linked. -Jason

[jasonp43]

Day 1: Super Smash Sons pt.4

~SMUT WARNING~

"Fuck me." Damian said, offering himself to Jon

"W-what?" Jon asked

"I said fuck me. Now Kent." Damian demanded.

"Damian- I- I-" damian cut him off

"Jon, I know you want to; and for your sake, I sure as FUCK want to. Now go" Damian demanded.

"B-but I we don't have any lube.." jon said

"I don't care. Do it!" Damian growled.

Jon complied, grabbing both of Damian's cheeks and giving them a tight squeeze before he poked Damian's rose bud, entering it.

"Ahhh!" Damian moaned, the sudden feeling of being entered taking over him.

"T-thank fucking god.. I was worried I was going to have to force your co-ooock! Down there." He moaned, as Jon slowly picked up the pace, feeling his cock twitch due to the stimulation.

"Mmnn.. dani you're so tight..." Jon said, spreading Damian's cheeks with his hands causing some pleasure filled moans to escape Damian's lips.

"Oh god Jon.. Jon... mmmnh.. close fuck close.." Damian barely managed to moan out before Jon hungrily lowered his mouth over the tip of Damian's cock, still fucking him. Jon stared at Damian's face, watching it scrunch up just as Damian let out a moan followed by a powerful cumshot, spewing his spunk straight into Jon's mouth.

"Ahhh!" Damian moaned, as Jon licked his tip, before swallowing his cum. "Oh god.. Jon.." Damian felt his body relax until Jon sped up again "OH GOD.. JON...!" Jon kept fucking. He was no where near done and he sure as hell wanted to cum inside his new little boy toy.

"Ahh..! Annh.. ahmm.nn..!" Damian moaned "hah! Ah.. amhah!" Damian felt himself give in to the pleasure, sticking his tongue out.

Jon dove down and gave Damian a kiss, that was enough to make Damian cum a second time, shooting his load all over Jon's bare torso.

"A bit.. quick aren't we..?" Jon teased but only got a barely audible "uhu uhu" from a worn out damian, still consumed by pleasure.

Damian went limp, letting his arms rest beside his head as he let Jon fuck him, causing orgasm after orgasm, cumming a total of 4 times. After the 5th, Jon finally felt like he was close. Watching the harsh, smart talking batboy go from that to... well this.. a sexy.. sprawled out mess, bathed in his own, making faces Jon didn't know Damian could do... it made him feel... good.. powerful over his normally dominant partner.. but here.. Damian submitted.. Damian was his.

Jon let out a loud moan, staring at Jon's face, bucking his hips as he came, releasing torrents of super spunk into the boy wonder. Damian moaned, twitching with pleasure as he got filled up. Jon collapsed onto Damian, feeling thoroughly exhausted. Both boys drenched in cum and sweat, they embraced.

"Oh.. Damian.. damn.. you.. oh wow.." Jon was at a loss for words

"Kent.. shut.. shut the fuck up.." A barely lucid Damian said, tiredly as he tightened his embrace kissing the boy of steel's cheek before licking it.

Jon let out a tired giggle "H-hey.." was all he could let out, but that obviously wasn't stopping Damian who was now focused on covering the boy with kisses.

Meanwhile.. on another roof top.

Jason, and a red haired boy watched from a distance looking through binoculars.

"Mission accomplished?" Jason asked Colin.

"M-mission accomplished." Colin said, his own member twitching in his hand.

"I know why I did this.. but why did you?" Colin asked Jason.

"Oh, well, I'm just tired of Damian going on another 'Oh god.. I'm going crazy for Jon' rant."

A/N: Sorry for the multiple parts btw, I'm still not used to Tumblr's text limits.

[jasonp43]

Day 1: Super Smash Sons pt. 3

~Smut Warning~

The game started and immediately Jon could tell Damian was off, he was sloppy he was missclicking he was hard- Oh god he was hard!

Jon's mind nearly went blank, until he remembered what Jason had said and decided to use it to his advantage. A sly smile found it's place on his lips as Jon spread his legs, then played footsie with himself, the stretched his legs, and then-

"FUCK." Damian shouted as his character was thrown off.

"HAH! Got you!" Jon shouted, standing up and doing a little victory dance... in his undies... only worsening the predicament Damian was in.

"Got a stiffy, don't ya." Jon said, plopping back down.

"TT. Erection, Jon. Please. We aren't kids anymore." Damian said, sounding annoyed.

"And why do you have it~" Jon winked, having also finished his soda, not feeling quite like himself. He stretched his legs, watching Damian's member twitch through his boxers.

"Not. One. Word." Damian said thoroughly, embarrassed. His master plan had backfired.

"Ppffffffffff" Jon began to burst out in laughter clutching his sides.

"Gonna be like that huh?" Damian smirked, he had one last trick up his sleeve. It was a risky plan, but it's all he's got.

"Well then~" he said, standing up.

"D-dami..? What are you-" jon's laughter immediately stopped as Damian began a.. strip tease. Starting with his white t-shirt, slowly slipping it off his torso, ensuring that Jon got to see every inch of his muscular build.

"Wanna make me twitch so bad?" Damian smirked, tugging at the garter of his boxers, his cock providing resistance.

"Then watch this~" he winked and slowly slipped off his underwear? Allowing his dick to spring up, his family jewels hanging there.

"Eek!" Jon yelped, trying to shield his eyes but staring through the cracks anyway. Damian was throbbing, pre dripping down his tip, Jon eyed Damian's dick, a solid 6 and a half. Swallowing hard as he followed the veins, watching it twitch.

"D-d-dami.." Jon stuttered as he felt his own member harden, pitching a tent in his pants.

"Got cha'." Damian smirked, plopping back down, jon getting a glimpse of the tan boy's butt, that being enough to make his undies damp.

"Unpause the game, Kent." Damian said.

"B-but my fingers are all- I.." Jon stuttered.

"Unpause the game. Kent." Damian demanded, his rather large member only serving to add to his intimidation factor.

"F-f-fine." Jon tried to shoot back before immediately getting pummeled. But this time Damian wasn't so quick, he made it long and drawn out.. before executing Waluigi, throwing him off.

"Off." Damian gently placed the controller down.

"B-but" Jon stuttered.

"Now, Kent!" Damian growled.

"O-okay." Jon stuttered, slipping off his undies, his 8 inch dick springing to life.

Damian eyed Jon's bare form hungrily, ogling the boy's cock. It was large, larger than even his and that made Damian thirst for it more, he trailed the pre with his eyes a few veins here and there with the foreskin still covering a barely peeking out tip.

"Fucking finally." Damian said, before climbing onto Jon eagerly, pushing him down onto the couch.

"D-dami! What are you- mmn! Mmn.. mmm...." Jon was cut off by Damian's lips hungrily crashing against his own. Gods knows how many times he's wanted to do that. Taken aback, at first Jon quickly began to melt into the kiss.

"Mmn.. Damian" Jon moaned Damian's name into the kiss as Damian's hands traversed Jon's body, finally giving in after years of holding himself back.

Damian focused on the touch of Jon's skin, the warmth he got from his closeness, the sounds Jon was making his hushed little moans, and his oh so.. boyish musk.

Damian reluctantly broke the kiss, if only to let Jon take a breath. "You have..." he kissed him "no fucking.." and again "idea how long.." and again been wanting to do that "I've been wanting" and again "to do that to you.. Jon."

Jon blushed hard, despite not being given the chance to confirm his own feeling to Damian he fairly certain Damian was fully aware. Especially by the way he was fondling the older boy's manhood.

"Mmmnh..~" moaned as jon peeled back his foreskin.

"S-stop" damian said, as Jon began to stroke his member.

Jon didn't listen.

"I said stop." Damian said, swatting his younger friend's hand away. Partly because of that, but mainly because his massive crush on the half kryptonian was finally taking its toll on him, his cock was ready to burst from that mere stimulation alone.

Jon only giggled shyly "O-okay Dami.. sorry.. I got a little carried away." Jon said, licking up the pre coating his fingers.

"Oh god.. you're so.. fucking cute.." Damian groaned, lust in his eyes as he moved backward, laying down on his stomach, gripping Jon's throbbing cock in his hands.

"D-dami...?" Jon stuttered.

"Shut it. Just enjoy.  And let me enjoy..." Damian said.

"Okay Damian but- mmmnnhh~!" Jon moaned, as Damian began expertly stroking his cock, licking his balls as he did so. Then Damian began to kiss Jon's legs, licking his best friend's skin and going lower and lower, stroking Jon as he did so. Both boys enjoying every second of it.

By the time he had his fill his hands were already coated in superboy's pre. He stopped, breaking jon from his trance, missing the feeling he had on his dick.

"D-dami..?" Jon complained.

Damian simply ignored the boy, crawling back up and enveloping his boyhood in his mouth.

"Oh- oh god. Dami... ohhh~!" Jon moaned, trying to close his legs as Damian swirled his tongue around the boy's tip, all the pre and little hints of cum, all the while rubbing his own member again's Jon's legs.

"Mmn.." damian moaned, onto jon's cock causing the boy to spasm, damian being forced to hold back Jon's hips under threat of being super face fucked.

Damian waited till he himself was close before letting Jon's cock out with an audible pop. Damian felt his own member twitch, edging at the very last second.

"W-what.. dami.. mmng.. why.." Jon groaned

"We're.. we're not done yet, Kent." Damian said, obviously out of breath, he fell backwards.

"Fuck me." Damian said, offering himself to Jon

[jasonp43]

Day : Super Smash Sons pt. 2

~SMUT WARNING~

"TT. Grow up kent. I don't have anything you don't." He said, kicking the towel into a nearby hamper before walking over to the couch.

"IS IT- IS IT GONE?!" Jon shouted.

"TT." Damian sighed in annoyance. "Yes, Jon. I have clothes now. Now will you stop wasting time and get your ass on the couch?" Damian said, crossing his arms as he sat on the couch.

"Mmmn.. fine." Jon said, still blushing as we walked over to the couch and plopped down beside his friend.

Jon put the game in, and the two grabbed their controllers. The music started the boys picked their characters.

Jon picking Waluigi and Damian picking Shaggy.

*3 2 1 Go!*

The pair began to play, Jon grabbing occasional fistfuls of popcorn and swig of the grape juice, damian only taking one flake at a time and merely sipping the drink, both oblivious to the drinks being spiked.

Damian beat Jon, over and *Game! Shaggy* over *Game! Shaggy* and over *Game! Shaggy* again.

"Ugh.. no fair!" Jon complained. "Shaggy's too strong!"

"Come on Kent, I'm only using him at 1%. I mean, are you even trying?" Damian said, teasingly.

"I don't even think you can beat me." Damian said, cockily.

"Can to!"

"Can not."

"Can to!"

"Can not."

"Can to times a million!" Jon said poking his tongue out.

Damian rolled his eyes at his best friend's childish antics.

Damian took another sip before eyeing Jon up snd down.

"What? What is it?" Jon asked.

"Heh. You really sure you can beat me?"

"Definitely." Jon said, trying to come off as cocky but coming more off as impossibly adorable.

"Alright then, wanna play another game?" Damian smiled slyly.

"Another game?"

"A.. mini-game I suppose. Everytime one of loses we have to take off a piece of clothing." Damian said nonchalantly.

"What?!" Jon exclaimed.

"Yeah, why? Are you scared lil' chickent?" Damian teased.

"I am not a chickent!" Jon shot back

"Oh really? Then let's do it." Damian smirked.

Jon thought for a second. If he didn't agree, then Damian would never stop. But if he did.. he'd probably lose.. although.. he did have more clothes on than Damian, his hoodie, t-shirt, socks, pants and undies. While Damian just had his boxers and T. Jon had weighed his odds and decided.

"Deal" Jon answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Heh. Good luck, hayseed." Damian smirked as the game begun. Within second Jon had lost.

"Take something off Kent." Damian demanded, taking a sip of his soda.

"Ugh. Fine I'm doing it I'm doing it." Jon said, reluctantly ditching his hoodie.

"Good choice. Next round" damian, once again, won in mere seconds. This time Jon slipped off his left sock.

"Really? Just one?" Damian raised a brow.

"Hey! You said, 'A' piece of clothing. So mnnn" Jon said, Damian only rolling his eyes in response.

"No matter, you shall lose again in no time." He said starting a new match. "Hey!" Jon said, as Damian won again, this time it was the other sock, leaving him barefoot.

And again, next came the shirt. Jon, blushing hard as he lifted it over his head. Damian stared him down, eyeing the younger boy's bare chest. A small laugh escaping his lips.

"What?!" Jon asked immediately covering himself up.

"Pink nipples." Damian answered, grabbing the shirt jon was using to cover himself up and throwing it across the room. Much to Jon's embarrassment.

"Cute." Damian said softly, as he finished his drink.

"Wait, what was-" Jon was cut off by Damian who started the next round.

The fight lasted slightly longer this match, with Jon being thrown off 3 minutes after.

"Oh come on!" Jon complained.

"Come on, superbaby." Damian smirked as Jon obliged, slipping off his jeans, exposing his smooth pale legs, leaving him only in his tight light blur undies.

Damian swallowed hard, as he watched Jon bare his legs. Normally, he would be completely under control, capable of controlling his.. urges but tonight... it felt different.. he felt different. He might never openly admit it but he absolutely loved the feeling of Jon's skin... so soft.. so smooth.. yet so strong.. and he absolutely loved Jon's legs and feet, ogling his best friend's knees and thighs and- 

"Damian?" Jon asked, covering up what little he could

"Oh yeah- yeah, the match. Right." Damian scolded himself for his lack of self-control.

The game started and immediately Jon could tell Damian was off, he was sloppy he was missclicking he was hard- Oh god he was hard! (Cut again)

[jasonp43]

Day 1: Super Smash Sons

Prompt: Video Games

Synopsis: Its been a few years since the Super sons first teamed up, the unlikely partnership turned best-friendship between the Boy of Steel and the Son of the Bat, and despite now both legally being adults, neither of them were able to outgrow their childhood addiction to video games- or 'strategic training' as Damian puts it.

A few spiked drinks and a heartfelt confession of childhood crushes later and the boys had.. other games in mind.

~Smut Warning~

Damian Wayne swung through the open window in his room, landing gracefully and detaching his grapnel in one fluid motion, Jon following suit, flying through. his bright red shoes touching the cream carpeted floor. Damian making his way to his bathroom.

The boys had made it a habit of spending their after-patrol time at one of their places, Wayne Manor for Gotham nights and The Kent residence for Metropolis nights.

Jon collapsed in Damian's bed, kicking off his shoes, making an audible 'thud' sound as they hit the floor.

"TT. This isn't a barn, hayseed." Damian said, looking over his shoulder, seeing his best friend burying his face in his pillow.

"Mmmn.. Damian, I think I wanna marry your bed." Jon said, ignoring Jon's friendly jab, speaking into the pillow, the fabric muffling his voice.

Damian simply rolled eyes and grabbed a white towel before  throwing one at Jon, landing flat on Jon head.

"I'm going to shower, tell Alfred we're here." Damian said, entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Jon grumbled something under his breath before reluctantly walking over to the intercom, his socks with gray at the heel and toes touching the carpeted floor.

He was about to press the button when he heard a knock on the door.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Master Damian?" The voice of the old butler called out from the other side.

"Uhm, Alfred? Come in." Jon replied.

"Ah," Alfred said, pushing open the door with his one free hand. "Young Master Kent, always a pleasure to have you." Alfred said, placing the silver tray on the coffee table between the large Flat screen tv.

Jon giggled, flashing him a toothy smile. Alfred lifting the lid, revealing a large bowl of popcorn, two wine glasses filled with grape soda and two boxes of chocolate.

"Your er.. 'refreshments' as per master Damian's request." Alfred said, adhering to how Damian preferred to call snacks. Jon's eyes lighting up at the sight of the chocolate.

"Where is Master Damian, by the by?" Alfred asked the half-kryptonian.

"Oh, he's just taking a shower." Jon replied.

"Very well, I shall take my leave then." Alfred said, leaving the room.

Not a moment later, Jon rushed over and sat at the couch,  hastily opening one of the boxes reading Knipshilst Madeline truffle.

"Ni.. nip.. nipsh- EEK!" Jon was snapped out of his struggle to pronounce the brand by a voice.

"I wouldn't even try it, sweet tooth" The voice belonged to a man currently leaning against the door frame, dressed in brown leather Jacket, white streaks in his otherwise charcoal black hair.

"Oh! Uh, hi Jason." Jon said, a light blush on his cheeks, embarrassed of the noise he just made.

"Where's the demon spawn?" He said jokingly, walking into his younger brother's room.

"Mmmch. Oh, He'sh jusht taking a shower mmnch" Jon said, between bites, tapping his feet on the floor. Jason sitting beside him.

"What do you two love birds even do when you do these little sleepovers?" Jason asked, nonchalantly.

"Oh! We watch movies and play video games and sometimes we-" Jon paused "wait, love birds..?" Jon asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah, love birds. I'm aware of the way you two see each other, the especially the way Damian looks at you." Jason said plainly, flashing Jon a wink.

"What?! No- my and Damian aren't we didn't- we wouldn't! I mean- err.. ngg..." Jon said, burying his face in the palm of his hands out of embarrassment.

Jason moved quickly, spiking their drinks with a kick of liquor, a smirk on his face he stood up. "Whatever you say sweet tooth." He said, his objective accomplished he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him leaving Jon alone with his thoughts.

"Love birds..? Does he mean that Damian.." Jon asked himself, trailing off. "I mean, Damian.. Damian wouldn't, he couldn't.. would he?" Jon said, his thoughts trailing to a repressed and secret feeling he's always had for his best friend.

"Would I..? I mean-" Jon paused, taking a sip from the soda, feeling rather hot all of a sudden.  "He is pretty uhm... you know.. he's.. he's.." Jon's mind wandered to the secret little thoughts he has at night, the thoughts that wandered to Damian. That wandered to Damian's hair, to his sleight yet muscular build, his defined features his- "he's alright." Jon cut himself off.

"But I mean.. Damian.. would.. he..? He doesn't even like boys." Jon said, stuffing his face with popcorn. "Mmmnch. Then again. Mmmnch.. he's never had mmnch a girlfriend.. and sometimes he does uhm.. mmn.. Damian... hmm.. Damian.." His thoughts began to wander once more when a voice broke the silence in the room.

"TT. What?" Damian asked, stepping out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Jon choked over the popcorn he had in his mouth, coughing hard, Damian raising a brow at him.

"You alright there, Kent?" Damian asked.

"I'm-" *cough* "fine." *cough*

"Alright then. Prepare the video gam- I mean creative reflex trainers while I dress." Damian said, turning his back to the boy and opening a closet.

"Oh yeah!" Jon said, catching his breath.  He dashed over to the collection of video games Damian had.

"Oooh! Wanna play Finjustice: Cods Among us?" Jon asked, flailing the game in the air.

"Pass." Damian said, placing a finger on his chin, looking for something casual to wear.

"Mortal Wombat: Farmageddon?" Jon asked again

"Hmm. We already mastered all the characters in that one. Next." Damian said, shifting his weight to the one leg as he pulled out a white t-shirt and gray broxers.

"Oh! I got it, Super Smash Bros!" Jon exclaimed excitedly, turning around and waving the game frantically at his older yet still shorter friend.

"Hmm. Not the best choice, but it should suffice." Damian said, turning to Jon and dropping his towel, leaving him bare.

"Gyaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Jon shouted, averting his gaze immediately. Covering his eyes, a deep blush on his face.

Damian simply rolled his eyes and slipped on his boxers, and white t. (Post got cut again)

[jasonp43]

Just Don't Ask. Chapter 1 pt. 2 (no space, the chapter cut)

"TT. Its.. its nothing." Damian said, showing the first crack in his defense that Jon has ever seen.

"Hey Dami.. take off the mask"

"TT. What?" Damian questioned, raising a brow "why would i wanna do that?"

"Just.. let me do it then." Jon reached out

"Wait, Kent don-" Damian spoke but it was too late. The mask was off. And his secret was out.

"Dami.. you've.." Jon couldn't believe it. He wouldn't if he hadn't seen it himself. "You've been crying...?" Jon asked Damian, holding his wet mask in his hands, Damian's red, strained, teary eyes exposed. Jon knew Damian knew how to lie and how to act.. but he didn't know he could hide the fact he'd been crying his eyes out. And he could believe even less that he hadn't noticed.

"Yes." Damian said, coldly.

Damian felt, vulnerable.. exposed.. naked without his mask to hide his tears, he could always fake his voice.. his body language... but his eyes.. his eyes always.. betrayed him.

"Why?" Jon asked, comfort and concern evident in his voice.

"That's.. none of your business." Damian barked out. A tear rolling down his cheek.

"Dami.. tell me.." Jon said pulling Damian closer as they sat cross-legged in front of each other.

"Please.." Jon said, gently wiping the tear streaming down his cheek with his thumb.

"DON'T." Damian said, smacking Jon's hand away, lowering his head and averting his gaze. "Don't.. touch me.. there.. Jon.. please.." Damian's voice grew shakey, as he tried his hardest to fight back the blush creeping onto his face. He had to use every fiber of his being to resist the urge to lean into Jon's soft caring hand. And that hurt.

"Damian. No, I'm here for you. Let me be here for you. Please." Jon said, lifting Damian's head effortlessly despite Damian struggling, making them meet eye to eye.

"Damian.. look at me" Jon was new to the whole 'being firm thing' so he wasn't exactly ddoing a good job at it. He never thought he'd have to be the one to do this, he always thought Damian was strong, tough and.. well he never thought he could cry.

Yet here Damian was, shivering, crying and avoiding his gaze. Jon just knew he had to do something.

"Damian." Jon said firmly. Damian ignored him.

"Look at me." He said, placing his hands onto Damian's shoulder, lightly squeezing them as the first sign of the faintest blush appeared on Damian's face, shivers running up and down his body. Damian did his best to ignore then.

"Look at me.. please." Jon said again, wiping another tear streaming down Damian's face.

Without any words.. Damian slowly but surely.. opened his eyes, emeralds meeting sapphires.

"See.. isn't that better..?" Jon said, in a caring voice, a sweet smile finding its place on his face.

"Now.. don't look away, alright?" Jon said, as he began lowering his arms off of Damian's shoulders but Damian almost instinctively raises his own hands, holding onto Jon's holding them in place.

"No!" Damian, shouted.. embarrased before he continued. "D-don't put them down.." Damian said, in what sounded like a mix of demanding and begging.

Jon was confused for a split-second before he realized that maybe that just made Damian feel safe.

"Ok Dami" Jon smiled. "So.. will you tell me what's wrong..?" Jon said, his hands felt warm on Damian's shoulders. Soft, yet firm. He made Damian feel safe.. this.. having Jon's strong.. yet soft and gentle hands on his shoulders, his firm arms almost serving as blinders, forcing Damian to look at Jon.. and just Jon. He.. couldn't handle it.

Damian, try as he might couldn't even begin to attempt to hide the deep blush on his face as he stared at Jon's face, he wanted to look away and ignore how he felt.. but Jon made him look.

"N-no.." Damian, answered. His voice shaky, he struggled with every breath not to lean into Jon's hands rubbing his cheek on Jon's soft hands. "Please don't make me.."

Jon sighed. Closing his eyes, giving Damian a break from the sweet torture before opening them again, once more meeting Damian's eyes.

"Fine.. just tell me when you're ready ok..?" Jon said, a caring look on his face.

"......" Damian remained silent, giving up on hiding the obvious blush on his face. He sighed "Ok.. I will."

"You promise?" Jon asked sweetly.

Damian raised a brow at Jon's somewhat childish antics.

"Fine. I promise." Damian said.

Jon smiled sweetly.

"Ok.. so if you can't tell me why.. is there.. anyway I could make you feel better..?" Jon asked, a sweet smile on his face, concern in his voice as he wiped away another tear streaming down his friend's face.

Damian stared at Jon's features, he listened to the care in his voice, he didn't stop Jon as he wiped away the tears, he didn't mind if Jon noticed he shivered so much whenever Jon did.. it felt so.. sweet. He was embarrassed enough.. "I couldn't make it much worse could I?" He thought to himself.

Damian closed his eyes and sighed, attempting to steel himself.

"Y-yes.. but.." Damian trailed off.

"But..? Damian tell me. Please. I'll do anything." Jon almost begged and that made Damian's heart skip a beat.. how much Jon cares for him.

"Jon, if I do this... I don't know.. if you could ever look at me the same way again." Damian's voice.. was still shakey, he was afraid of what he had to say.

"Dami.. I could never leave you, so just.. do whatever you have to do. Ok?" Jon smiled sweetly.

"Ok.. but.. but if I do.. you can't ask why I did it ok..?" Damian's heart sank, at the thought of what he was about to do.

"Okay, I promise" Jon said, smiling. Hopelessly oblivious to what's going through Damian's mind.

Damian smiled, for the first time in weeks, he held onto Jon's hand on his cheek, leaning into it, he felt the warmth coming off of his best friend's hand on his palm and he blushed even more. His hand was shakey as he held onto Jon's, he looked at Jon's eyes searching for the slightest sign of uncertainty and when he found none.. he kissed Jon's hand before giving in after the slightest contact of his lips with Jon's skin.

Damian gave up, he wrapped his arms around Jon's torso, bringing him in for a warm hug. His face was a few inches away from Jon's, heat coming off of both of them. Damian's blush was painfully obvious as a slight blush began to appear on Jon's face. Damian studied Jon's features, his soft skin, his sapphire blue eyes, his soft messy hair, his soft... kissable lips. Damian focused on them. Lightly tracing them with his fingers, holding Jon in with his other arm. "So.. soft.." Damian thought to himself, as he felt his face heat up.

"D-dami-" Jon began to speak but before he could finish, Damian crashed his lips onto his own.

Damian kept his eyes closed painfully tight, as his tears dripped onto Jon's outfit. He tightened his grip on Jon's torso, bringing him in close as his lips pressed against Jon's. Jon's lips were warm, soft.. delicate yet firm... they were.. intoxicating for Damian and he just couldn't stop. He felt himself melt into Jon, he just wanted more.. he needed more..

He continued kissing jon, his kiss was needy, it was hungry, it was something he's been denying himself off for so long. He continued, ignoring his need to breath as his hands traced the younger boy's back, before he began running his hands through Jon's messy hair, tugging at it ever so slightly.

He didn't want to stop, he couldn't.. before.. he knew he had to.

He let go of Jon, breaking the kiss, breaking the contact he oh so craved. Both boys blushing a deep shade of red, Damian breathed heavily, out of breath, still lightly touching Jon's cheek with one hand.

Damian, stopped and let go of Jon, who fell backwards in an audible thud.

Damian stood up quickly putting his mask back on.

"D-dami..?" Jon asked

"We're done for... tonight Jon..." Damian said, mindlessly touching his lips.

"O-oh.. ok.. uhm.." Jon was cut off once more by Damian.

"And.." Damian paused, breathing out a long sigh "I'm feeling better..... and.. thanks..." Damian said, not daring to look once more at Jon after what he had just done. He leapt off the building, shooting his grappling hook and swinging away.

Damian, as he hurriedly made his way back to Wayne Manor.. had one.. aching thought in his mind.. one.. painful question.. and he was dreading meeting Jon again for it.

"What have I done?"

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Just Don't Ask. {Damijon!}

"Never ask questions you don't want the answer to"

Its been a few years since the Supersons first teamed up, the unlikely partnership turned friendship between the Boy of Steel and the Son of the Bat.

At first neither Damian nor Jon could stand the other, it was an uneasy partnership based on nothing more than the will of their fathers and their duty as superheroes.

Yet as time went on the pair developed a sense of camaraderie, a mutual respect for one another, then eventually.. a bond, a special bond, one not so easily broken... a bond Jon feels is best-friendship.. but Damian.. well on Damian's end.. it feels like its something.. different.. something he's not quite sure he's ready to admit.

A/N: 1500+ words per chapter on average. Slow burn for the first chapter. Smut. Art by Sorah Daiisuke.

Chapter 1: Questions

~Third Person P.O.V~

It was a night much like any other, Superboy and Robin were out on patrol moving from rooftop to rooftop, scouring the streets for the slightest sign of trouble.

Yet.. something was different, they weren't bantering or arguing or anything. It was silent.. and that wasn't normal for either of the boys.

Jon was the first to take notice, eyeing his older, yet shorter friend in the corner of his eye. Trying to study his expression, his body language; sadly he isn't exactly good at either and Damian wasn't exactly making it easy.

It wasn't just the mask covering his emerald eyes, his face was cold and expressionless, not something unknown to Jon but.. tonight was different. His best friend seemed different, he puffed his right cheek in thought before sighing, deciding he'll confront Damian on their next stop.

Robin landed first, right at the edge of the building, he crouched and looked through a pair of high-tech goggles patrolling the streets, a few seconds later Superboy gently floated down behind his friend, eyeing his back, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey Damian.." Superboy began, hoping for the slightest sign of acknowledgement from the boy crouched in front of him. Nothing.

Jon sighed before he continued to speak "is something bothering you..? Cause I feel like something is definitely bothering you." Still no response.

"You know.. you could always tell me, you do.. kinda listen whenever I tell you my problems so I just.. I wanna say i'm here for-" Jon was cut off by Damian

"Shhh.." he went, placing his index finger on Jon's lips without averting his gaze through the goggles. Jon wasn't sure but he thought he felt an ever so slight shiver in Damian's hand when his finger first grazed his lips. He decided to ignore it.

"Look." Damian said, slowly pulling his finger away and pointing to an apartment building across the street, a group of three masked men each holding either a crowbar, a sack or a gun stood in an alleyway preparing to break in.

"Let's go kent." Damian said plainly as he stood up, shot a grappling hook to another building and swung across the street in one fluid motion.

"Mmnh.. ok." Jon said, following suit.

"So, you sure this is the place?" The skinniest of the masked men said to the largest as Damian and Jon watched from the shadows.

"What do you mean am I sure? Of course I'm sure. This building is full of retired veterans, ex-military guys too old to fight back and too rich to know what to do with the money." The man's smile grew wide "So yes. Sonny. This is the place."

"Fucking finally, after this I'll be able to pay my tab at Charlie's and I can buy us another round of drinks" The third man said as the three of them turned to closest window.

"Not if we have anything to say about it." Robin said, announcing their presence, leaping from the shadows and landing elegantly onto the pavement. His long metal staff extending in his right hand which he kept behind his back, with his right open and kept close to his chest.

"Oh great. Its the bat-brat. And you're all alone. One what.. 7 year old versus us? You don't stand a chance, so why don't you run back to bat-dad before this gets messy. Hm?" The largest among the men spoke, extending his gun towards Damian.

Damian's right eye twitched with irritation when the man incorrectly guessed his age. "I'm breaking that hand first." He said, eyeing the man's hand holding the gun.

Superboy leapt from the shadows, slamming hard into the ground cracking the pavement and hovering a small distance above it. "Yeah. We."

Jon's entrance obviously unnerved the three men more than Damian's. Damian eyed Jon, surprised and impressed by the half-kryptonian's 'superhero entrance' which he's been practicing for weeks... up until he saw a small tear in the corner of jon's eye. "That must have hurt more than I thought it would." He thought to himself, rolling his eyes, before throwing a swift-flying birdarang at the man's hand, causing him to drop the gun as he lept forward grabbing him and slamming his arm onto the pavement fracturing it.

Jon followed suit, taking on the most muscular of the group, weaving and ducking before countering, knocking the man off the ground with a single punch.

Jon turned to damian who was taking on the two other men at once, when he noticed.. Damian was different.. more vicious.. more.. angry than usual.. and that's saying something.

He was about to join in when damian shattered the largest man's legs leaving him a crumpled whimpering mess on the ground as the last man began to run away in fear, robin threw a bola at him, tying his legs up and causing him to fall over.

Jon began walking towards Damian "Uhm Robin is he.." Jon gestured to the man on the ground "Gonna be ok?"

"He may never walk again, but he'll live." Damian said, leaving an automated anonymous call to the cops.

"Uhm D-Robin.. can we talk..?" Superboy asked meekly

"TT. What? No. Not now. We have a long night ahead of us." Damian said coldly.

"Please.. I'm getting worried.. for me..?" Jon said, walking closer to Damian, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Damian shivered, and closed his eyes avoiding Jon's sweet and caring eyes. "Fine" Robin said, removing Jon's arm from his shoulder.

"TT. Wait." Damian said, noticing the man on the ground struggling to reach for his gun. Damian, stomped on the man's arm in an angle so that it fractures. The man let out a pained screech before Damian turned to Jon.

"But find us somewhere more private where we can talk." Damian said, Jon nodded at the older yet shorter male and hoisted him up with his arms flying out an above the rooftops. Jon could almost swear he felt Damian tense, ever so slightly he carried him in his arms but he played it off as him just being slightly afraid of heights.

Jon set Damian down on the edge of the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city, overlooking the buildings and giving them a clear view of the night sky and the city's lights which seemed to twinkle moreso than the actual stars did.

Damian sat, his legs dangling of the side as Jon did the same sitting beside him, their capes fluttering in the wind.

There was a period of silence before Damian finally decided to break it.

"So. Are we just gonna sit here and stare or you actually going to say something? Cause if its the former we really should just continue the patrol." Damian said, shrugging.

"Mmmnh..." Jon began, playing with his fingers.

"Something's bothering you.. I can feel it, ok? And I.. want to help you, but you won't let me. So that's bothering me." Jon said, turning to Damian who stared blankly at the city.

"You're wrong Kent. I'm fine." Damian said.

"No you're not.. you're cold, colder than normal and you always keep our conversations short.. its like.. its like you don't wanna be around me anymore. Is that it..? Dami.. please tell me, is that it?" Jon said, his voice turning shaky in fear of losing his best friend.

"What? Hell no. Kent, don't say that. Don't you ever say that. Ok?" Damian turned to Jon, taking off his gloves and wiping a stray tear streaming down the younger boy's face, keeping them on his shoulders.

Damian is always so cold, so distant but its moments like this.. that prove to Jon that his best friend truly does care about him. And that made Jon smile just that little bit more.

"Then.. what is it Dami..? Jon asked, trying his hardest to read Damian's expression. It always seems like he's an open book to Damian, Damian always knows when something's up, when he's happy, when he's sad, when he's embarrassed, when he's lying.. but Damian.. well Jon can't even begin to hope to read or at the very least truly understand Damian. Damian's feelings have always been an enigma to Jon, no matter how close they got.

"TT. Its.. its nothing." Damian said, showing the first crack in his defense that Jon has ever seen. -(cut to next post, no space)