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"Hey Tim," he shouted over his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Tim shouted back.
"Is your Wi-Fi set up yet?"
"Yeah, you wanna do your usual guessing attempts before I give you the password?"
Kon grinned. "Yeah. You good with that?"
"Go ahead!"
Kon fist pumped then grabbed his phone out of his back pocket. He'd been trying to guess the password to Tim's Wi-Fi every time he moved for the past five years, enough that it'd become a tradition for him. Of course, it never worked. Tim preferred to have a bunch of numbers and symbols around, and even then, the main body of it would be akin to 'RedViper' or something equally cryptic.
Still, Kon switched to his settings and clicked on the 'Gold-smithGuitar' network, lowering himself to kneel beside the router.
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"Remind me why you needed a new apartment again?" Kon called out to his best friend as he followed him up into the hall of the fifth-floor apartment, faux-staggering with the last cardboard box (marked 'books') balanced on one hip.
"Technically, this isn't my apartment; it's Arnold Gold's --"
Kon rolled his eyes and shifted the cardboard box to his other hip as Tim disappeared through a white door at the end of the hall.
"-- And there's a weapons trafficking ring that's taken up a base across from here. I needed an excuse to be watching at all hours of the day."
"We're in Bludhaven. Couldn't your older brother do this?"
"Actually, this is to help Dick. I owe him a favour or two."
"I'm guessing this is worth two."
A thud echoed from somewhere in the room as Tim stuck his head around the door, flashing a sheepish grin. "Pretty much." His eyes flicked down to the box. "Can you put that box in the living room?"
Kon shrugged. "Sure."
"Brilliant," Tim smiled, then disappeared again, only leaving time to call back, "Thank you!" over his shoulder.
Kon sighed and rolled his eyes, then turned into the doorway next to him that led into a spacious combination dining room and living room.
It was very fancy for a living room in Kon's mind, but that was how he felt in most of Tim's home bases. He was scared to put the box down near any furniture or walls lest he scratch anything. Even the carpet was so new and thick that his feet were leaving behind tracks in the fibres. It didn't help that Tim had a knack for buying the most uncomfortable, fancy-looking sofas in the world; this time, it was a reddish-brown leather-looking sofa that Kon knew he would slip off when they next hung out.
Strangely enough, Tim had also bought a dining set to fill the dining room section this time. Kon thought it looked like stained and polished ash. Pa would say it was a waste of good wood with how little Tim would use it.
Kon was inclined to agree, but he wasn't about to tell Tim that as he bent down to place the box near the TV. As he straightened up, he caught a little black box in the corner of his eye.
"Hey Tim," he shouted over his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Tim shouted back.
"Is your Wi-Fi set up yet?"
"Yeah, you wanna do your usual guessing attempts before I give you the password?"
Kon grinned. "Yeah. You good with that?"
"Go ahead!"
Kon fist pumped then grabbed his phone out of his back pocket. He'd been trying to guess the password to Tim's Wi-Fi every time he moved for the past five years, enough that it'd become a tradition for him. Of course, it never worked. Tim preferred to have a bunch of numbers and symbols around, and even then, the main body of it would be akin to 'RedViper' or something equally cryptic.
Still, Kon switched to his settings and clicked on the 'Gold-smithGuitar' network, lowering himself to kneel beside the router. First, he tried 'Cassie2'; Cassie for the name and two because she was the second Wondergirl. No cigar. The screen shivered. Then he typed in 'Bart2' -- because he was the second Kid Flash. No cigar again. Then he poised to run over to the kitchen as he tried his favourite password, 'Kon1'. He was ready to laugh it off, but as he pressed 'Join', he froze. It went through. All three bars lit up on his phone, and Kon's heart went quiet.
"Hey Tim," he called. His heart felt like it had restarted with a skip, and his face warmed up. He didn't dare tear his eyes from the screen lest it disappear.
"Yeah?" This time, he sounded closer, meaning Tim had probably stuck his head around the living room door.
"Rob, did you mean to put my name as your Wi-Fi password?" Tim's heartbeat doubled in rate, and Kon tore his eyes away from his screen to glance over his shoulder.
Tim was leaning into the living room, using his right hand to cling to the doorframe barely. It was precarious but quickly forgotten when Kon saw his expression. His face was the same red as his suit on a good day, his eyes wide and averted with his lips pursed.
Tim eventually squared his jaw, and Kon heard him take a measured breath before he nodded and said, "Yes, but I can explain."
Kon raised an eyebrow. Tim's heart hadn't slowed down in his ear. "Can you?"
"Uh, yeah," Tim stuttered. "It's my automatic password. Like, what I use before I have something more secure."
Fuck, was all Kon could think as his heart ramped up, forcing his eyes closed with the force of the feelings hitting him. He'd been trying to put this password in all this time, and the only reason he didn't get it in one was because he was a fraction late. It shouldn't have been so attractive. Nor should it have been so cute that he was the automatic password.
Kon took a steadying breath in and out before opening his eyes and responding, "So, what I'm hearing here is that I'm your automatic password?"
Tim pulled himself up from hanging on the door frame so he could walk into the main living room and shrugged. "Well, yeah, it's comfort for me when I'm first moving into a new place," he laughed awkwardly. "You know how I move often, of my own free will or otherwise."
Oh.
Kon smiled shakily. He couldn't look Tim in the eye. A rush of warmth in his gut was melting him at the idea of being comforting, but that didn't stop his whole body from feeling like it was buzzing.
"Umm, yeah, I understand that," Kon stuttered. His tongue felt enormous. "You move around a lot, and I can see why familiarity would help."
He gathered the courage to look back at Tim, who was staring back at him unblinking. The oxygen felt sucked from the room as their eyes caught each other. Kon could hear Tim's heartbeat as it rocketed in his chest, but his breath caught with every in and out, catching his lips in a part.
Oh.
"And I mean, you're comforting for me too, y'know?"
Tim slowly nodded and began moving towards Kon.
Kon's eyes followed Tim. He licked his lips and gulped. Tim was laser-focused on him, and when he focused on his heartbeat, it had returned to its standard steadiness.
Kon wasn't sure he could sweat, but if he could, he would. He was almost thankful for his skin tone as it disguised at least some of his inevitable blush, but he knew Tim still saw it as his eyes flicked down and his lips flashed the cutest little smirk.
Tim tipped his head to one side. "Was that you… picking up what I'm putting down?"
He'd gotten close enough that Kon could hear Tim's lungs as he regulated his breathing without trying.
Kon quirked an eyebrow. "I don't know, am I?"
"Well," Tim looked away and pretended to think, pursing his lips. "If you were, then maybe we could kiss? But if I'm being too presumptuous and you weren't, then maybe I should—"
He began to step away, but Kon shot out a hand and grabbed his jacket, pulling him back so they were even closer.
"I'm picking it up."
Tim’s smirk widened. "Then I guess we should kiss."
Kon felt, more than saw, the grin split across Tim's face as he leaned in to kiss him.
It was a fairytale. Tim's lips were soft and warm against Kon's, tasting of strawberry bubblegum and Zesti cola from the drive to the complex. There were no fireworks, but there might as well have been with how his heartbeat was echoing in Kon's ears, and his hands were cool where he'd grabbed Kon's forearms to stay upright when he'd been pulled forward.
When he realised he was still holding Tim's lapels, Kon couldn't help pulling him even closer. He then slipped his hands down to his hips, leaving Tim to rest his arms over his shoulders. If Kon's mouth hadn't been busy, he might've laughed at how Tim was almost certainly pressing up on his tiptoes.
It felt like an age before they parted, leaving Tim gasping as he came off tiptoes and rested his forehead against Kon's shoulder.
"I wish humans didn't need oxygen. It's unfair that you Kryptonians can kiss forever."
Kon smiled, resting his hands on his (partner? boyfriend?) Tim's back. On the one hand, he wasn't out of breath at all. On the other, "Half-Kryptonian. I still need to breathe, dude."
Tim lifted his head and shot him a Robin-glare. "You aren't even out of breath, dude. Also, don't dude me when we just kissed."
"Man?"
"No."
"Homie?"
"Definitely not."
"Homeslice?"
Tim grimaced lightheartedly as he stepped back. "Where are you even getting these?"
Kon pulled Tim closer again. "What about Rob?"
He could feel Tim relax in his arms as he said, "Yeah, that'll work, clone boy."
--
A thought hit Kon a while later as he sat cross-legged on a countertop, watching Tim put away the freshly bought crockery.
"Wait, Tim, what are we gonna do about the whole mission thing?"
Tim jumped from kneeling on the opposite counter to slot some grey mugs into a cupboard. "Who said Arnold Gold couldn't have a boyfriend? He's my alias."
Kon tipped his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Won't Nightwing have a problem with that?"
"Nope!" Tim turned around, showing a devious grin. "Dick doesn't care who I date unless they hurt me."
Kon narrowed his eyes as Tim grabbed a pile of tea towels from the box beside him. "You sure about that?"
"Oh yeah," Tim hummed. He thumbed through the tea towels as he walked past Kon to the kitchen door. "Besides, he isn't even the one you have to worry about."
"Wait, what?"
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