Blind Date by shrift
Kon's having a crisis with his heat vision, but Tim makes it all better. Adorable! "Why haven't we been doing this?" Kon says, watching Tim curl his hips into the motion of Kon's hand, sweat making the hair at his temples go damp. "You talk about girls, Kon. All the time," Tim says, his voice weirdly breathy. "I like girls," Kon says, ducking down to suck on Tim's neck. Salt tingles on his tongue. "I like boys. I like you."