The Fear of touching you ( Damian X Jon)

My Father's Son

Jon had only just made it in time.

Was his Dad suspicious or was he paranoid?

Both were good assumptions

His chores were  chaos
He couldn't pay attention.
His mind kept slipping back to Damian.
His hot mouth and roaming hands.

The way he talked so low and soft when they were hidden away together.
His eyes,  his face, his lips, his hands.
Him.
That laugh he hardly ever heard.
The smile he rarely seen.
The way he whisper Jon's name into his mouth when they kissed passionately.

He was a mess thanks to that city boy.

He was starting to realize with some fear his whole world had come to revolve around Dami.

Rather he had a good day purely rested on if he seen his grumpy boyfriend or not.
If Damian was too busy or too tired he'd get rather grumpy himself.

Over the years he had fallen in love with his partner.
He thought his feeling towards Damian strange at frist.

He ignored them.
Then one day after a long mission he had asked the older boy why he never went out with pretty girls.

Even back then he knew how beautiful the boy wonder was .

He briefly explained his father's debauchery with woman and the mental scars
(Jon suspected physical scars as well )
From his mother made women off putting.
Besides he didn't have time for a relationship with all his training.

Any other questions over the years were swiftly avoided.

Until his confession

"Alright"
He heard his mother say as she opened the door to his room.

(Without knocking he might add )

"You have been mumbling, crashing around and messing up your chores all day "

Her long dark hair was pulled into a bun at the back of her head.
It was spilling out black trendles of her curling hair.

Her steely blue gaze bore into his very soul.

Considering his mother's job he supposed hiding things from her was extra difficult.

"I have a lot on my mind "
He had to pick his words carefully.
He couldn't lie very well .
Any slip, his mother would know.

"Wanna talk about it? "
She sat on his bed next to him.
Her familiar presence was comforting.

He sighed heavily and leaned on her.

He Couldn't Talk About Damian.
Even If he wanted to.
His real reason for not telling his parents was fear.
He knew Damian would never fear Such a thing.
If Bruce disapproved.
Dami wouldn't care.
He'd continue on because that's what he wanted.

He envied his strength,  his heart, his will.

"You're seeing someone aren't you?"
Lois asked softly.

Her fingers went through his hair repeated in a motherly gesture.

To be honest with himself.
He wasn't surprised

It was probably obvious to tell.
He was fine
As long as she didn't know who.

He had a sudden pain in his chest.
He closed his eyes and wished Dami was with him.

"Yes '
He mumbled.

His mother nodded, she had knew that much.
"Are you going to tell me who? "

She asked softly,  no pressure in her soothing voice.

"No"
Jon admitted
"Not yet "

His mother rubbed calming circles on his back.
"Is something going on between you? , like a fight? "

Jon almost laughed .
When were he and Damian ever not fighting? .
He wished it was something simple.
A normal teenage banter.
But no.
He was terrified his super powers could seriously hurt his boyfriend.
Or worse.

"No"
He whispered.
"Nothing like that"
Nothing was ever that simple.

"My powers, they're harder to control around them, I'm afraid to hurt_"
He had to stop himself.
He almost said Dami.
He could feel tears streak his cheeks.

His mother pulled him close in a tight embrace.
There was nothing she could say.
He knew that.
He'd have to go to his father
And he was so scared he started to shake.

His father wasn't a harsh man.
But he did believe frimly in behaving and manors.
Religion.

Those things were important to him.

So how could he stand there and tell him what was going on?.
He had to try, his father was the only help he had right now.

He was sitting at the dining table.
Newspaper in hand.
His eggs and bacon slowly chilling.
He slid into the chair opposite him and cleared his thoart.

"can we talk for a minute Dad?"
Without hesitation his newspaper was folded and set on the table.

He smiled reassuringly.

Jon licked his lips nervously and thought on how to begin.
If he were careful perhaps he could avoid questions.

He took a deep settling breath.

"When I'm too focused on things,  or overwhelmed by something, I can't control my powers,  I'm afraid someone gets hurt"
Worse, he added in his head

His father stayed silent, perhaps wondering what could have caused such a distraction.
His son had a very right handle on his powers now a days

Over stimulation maybe.
Oh .
His father paled .

Jon was afraid he'd pass out.

His father knew, his dad knew and he was dead.

"How far has it been going? "

Surprisingly his voice was calm.
He looked better now.
Relaxed almost.

Jon blamed himself for his farther figuring this out.
If he could lie as smoothly as Damian this wouldn't have happened.

"Not very"
He said honestly
Though that didn't explain much.
"Mostly kissing,  hardly touching"

His cheeks were burning.
How embarrassing.

He wondered silently If his Dad had this problem when he was younger.

Jon imagined having a dominant boyfriend like Damien would make things a little more difficult.

"Jonathan,  there isn't much that can be done, you'll have to learn to hold on tightly to your powers even in situations like that"

That wasn't very helpful.
He already knew that.

"Try imagining a dam around your powers, focus on keeping it closed, calm yourself,  deep breaths, take things slowly"

Dispite not getting much help he felt better.
He wasn't alone in this.
At least his parents hadn't found out who it was.

His father would not be thrilled.