The Fear of touching you ( Damian X Jon)

Stolen Kisses

Dispite his father's constant upgrades of the security it was still easy to sneak out of their home

Not that he should need to, he and Jon were old enough to date.

But it was a secret they enjoyed having.
When their parents were asleep and they snuck out to see one another.

Almost like real teenagers.

But not quite considering Jon flew to Gotham.

Another reason to meet like this was no super hearing.

Clark Could have busted them in minute if they weren't careful.

Neither of them wanted their over baring super Dad's to find out just yet.

Jonathan Kent was a sweet farm boy.
The idea of sneaking out of his house late at night to meet a literal bad boy was insanely thrilling.
Even if he was a  teenaged superhero

He liked Damian Wayne better without his Robin mask hiding his beautiful face.

His skin was tanned and luxurious, his hair was black as the night he watched over.
Jon's favorite part about him might have been his eyes though.

They were an impossible shade of jade green.
They'd put the gem to shame if compared,  he was sure.

Damian had always been fit since they were kids.
That only heightened with his age.
He wasn't dramatically bulky, which Jon appreciated.
But he was lean and strong and had way more muscle then Jon himself.

He was smirking at Jon from where he sat in the hay.
some abandoned ranch just outside of Gotham is were they always met.

He bit his lip eyeing the older boys mouth.
He had a perfect pair of full lips.
Angled cheekbones.
Damian was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He had knew that even as child, that the boy wonder was beautiful, and dark and dangerous.
Most beautiful things were dangerous.

They had met this way a dozen times.
Jon wondered when his nerves would calm.
When he could kiss Damian without shaking hands .

The way his knees were nearly wobbling he doubted the answer was anytime soon.

He plunked down in the hay beside the dangerous beauty and stared at him for a moment.

He still hadn't gotten used to it.
The fact that Damian Wayne actually liked him.
A naive little country boy.

A prince of not one but two powerful legacies.

A legend in the making.

His cheek was stroked gently warm strong fingers and his thoughts shifted.

He leaned Dami could be gentle if he wished to be.

And he tried, Jon knew, but something like that wasn't in any trace of his blood.

There was a sudden ach to be touching the young price of Gotham .
Feeling his warm muscles under the fabric.
His hands slid up Damian's chest slowly.

He had only been in a few relationships and none so physical as this.
He didn't have the longing to ever touch those people like he did Damian.

That was probably why the other relationships never lasted long .
He had always secretly wanted his partner.

If Damian had dated, or had other endeavors with anyone else he had never mentioned it.

Jon was tempted to ask, but he knew better than to push Dami.
He didn't want to get shut off from him.
Not after finally confessing.

He was distracting himself from the current situation.
His hands finally found the older boy's warm skin.
He clasped his hands around his neck and pulled him close.

The feeling of the boy wonder's warm we lips against his was enough to muddle his mind and make his hands shake.
He had to be extremely careful not to hurt him.

If he got to lost in their antics his super strength flooded to the surface.

The frist time it happened he was terrified.
It was barely scandalous.
Damian had only slid his hand under his shirt to trace the flat of his stomach.
And Jon had gripped his shoulder so hard he left a huge purple, black bruise on his tanned skin.

This was the frist time Jon had allowed Damian to eveb kiss him again.

It had been around a week and they were both starting to go a little crazy from the lack of each other.

Krytonite to weaken him a little might have been an easy option out of this.
But it wasn't good enough for Jon.
He wanted to have that self control himself.

He also didn't want the burning ach it caused while Damian was touching him.

It would have been far to distracting.

It didn't take long for Dami to part Jon's lips with his own.
His warm tounge sliding against his mouth only barley.

He shouldn't have pulled away.
But he was terrified.
He couldn't hurt Damian again.
Not ever again.

"Jon"

He heard his boyfriend whisper in a low concerned voice.

"You're not going to be afraid to touch me forever are you? "

He shook his head No because if he would have spoken Damian would know right away he was lying.
He probably knew that anyway though.

He was pulled closer carefully by his hip.
He wanted to protest but Damian's warm body against his killed his voice.

He was nearly sitting in his lap.
He felt heat in his cheeks.

They never really had to much time together like this.
He could see the sky starting to turn pink.
His father would be awake to get him up for his chores soon.

Damian knew it too but it seemed he wasn't caring.
His mouth pressed kisses along his jaw.

Superboy's whole body was humming with electricity.

He curled his nimble fingers into Robin's soft black hair.

"I_i'
He stuttered out, he bit at his lip but let out a sharp gasp when Dami's warm lips kissed the sensitive skin of his neck.

He tasted blood.
He bit into his lip so hard a constant steam was flooding his mouth.

He needed to go, for more than one reason .
He couldn't let his father catch him gone.
And he had a serious need grip Damian as hard as he could.

He could feel his strength like heat in his hands.
When his mind was so over powered like this he just couldn't keep a hold on his powers.

The burning in his hands gave him the will he needed to move.

"I_i need to go..."
It was louder then a whisper.
But he knew Damian could hear him.

Damian's dark hair was a complete mess from Jon's hands.
His lips were a little red and slightly puffy.

Jesus what a sight that boy was.

He wanted to stay, he wanted Damian to do anything he wanted to him.
But for once he was glad they had such little time.
Damian pulled him back and kissed him only lightly this time

A sweet, soft goodbye.