_{Long fill is LONG.}

This body is disorienting.

Tim takes a moment to breathe, in through the unfamiliar nose, out through the alien mouth. He tries to steady himself, maintain his balance, and just stand still, trying not to let the sensations overwhelm him.
Somehow, his mind has been transported into Kon’s body, and though Tim has been transformed and bodyswapped and messed with many times before thanks to magic, being in Kon’s body is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

For one, Kon is a good five or six inches taller than Tim, and the change in perspective and center of balance would be enough to give him pause on their own. He could see over the heads of most of his teammates now, if he opened his eyes. And he’s instinctively crouching lower, feeling like he’s going to topple over at any minute, because Kon is so big and tall. Tim’s just happen that Kon’s body is doing most of the balancing instinctively.

But in addition to the height, and the added mass, and Kon’s instincts taking over, he’s got other things, too.

Like the weird pressure centered in his chest which Tim is only just now realizing is Kon’s TTK.

And the odd tingle behind his eyes which is quite likely X-ray vision.

And… and… and…

And it’s Kon’s body. Everything about it – all these sensations – are the sensations Kon experiences on a daily basis. It’s slightly mind-blowing.

But he can’t take nearly as long as he wants to getting accustomed to living in Kon’s body. Because they’re in the middle of a battle, and Tim has to snap his eyes – Kon’s eyes – open wide as he hears the sound of more robots coming towards them. He gets into a ready stance, and Kon’s body doesn’t flow into it as easily as his own would. Tim’s going to have to compensate for that.

The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes, though, is the sight of a pair of wide, terrified eyes without pupils or irises starting back at him. It takes Tim a moment to realize that they are his eyes – that is, the eyes that actually belong to Tim’s natural body. He wonders if the mind behind those eyes currently belongs to Kon, or somebody else.

Tim doesn’t really get the chance to think about that though, as the first robot heads for them. Tim’s mind reacts instinctively, but he’s not used to the power behind Kon’s body, or the way Kon’s body instinctively compensates with his powers.

So instead of leaping off the ground, kicking the robot in the thorax, spinning lightly and landing again, the push shoots him into the air, where the TTK makes him fly. His foot doesn’t just kick the robot – it disintegrates it, sending shrapnel and electrical sparks flying around the area. The sensation of weightlessness throws Tim completely off-balance, and he hovers in the air, breathing heavily, trying to figure out how the hell he got up in the air and what he’s going to do to get back down.

The figure on the ground – his own figure, goes after another robot, trying to punch it. Tim’s body – or whoever is driving it – yelps and reels backward, shaking his hand. Tim can sympathize – these robots are made of iron. Punching it like that is only going to make your hand hurt.

Tim balances his body and dives after the robot that is now threatening his body. It doesn’t take him long to target he rest of the robots and bash them into small electrical pieces. Breathing heavily, he lands next to his body, looking around for any more attacks. Kon’s eyes automatically switch into X-ray vision, and Tim gasps as he tries to adjust to the sensation. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that they’re safe, and no longer under threat.

It’s just the two of them standing there, and Tim looks down at his body. His own eyes look back up at him, and he hears his voice say, tentatively, “Tim? Is that you?”

“Kon?” Tim asks, and he hears it in Kon’s rich baritone. “Are you in my body?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I sure am.” Kon – now that Tim knows it’s Kon – is nursing the hand he used to punch the robot. Tim looks down to examine the injury.

“Well, you haven’t broken my hand, but there will be a bruise there for sure.” Kon looks up at him sheepishly, and Tim is startled by seeing what he looks like when he’s sheepish. It’s kind of cute. Maybe he should look sheepish more often.

And now Tim’s beginning to wonder if he’s picking up some of Kon’s random thoughts, because his brain isn’t normally anywhere near this scattered…

The radio in Robin’s belt sparkles to life. “Robin, Superboy, what’s going on?” asks Cassie’s voice.

Kon looks down at the radio like he doesn’t know what to do, so Tim grabs it himself and answers. “Robin here, Wonder Girl. We have a situation. Superboy and I are returning to the tower.”

“Robin? You sound like Superboy…”

Tim rolls his eyes. “I’ll explain when we get back to the tower.”

Tim looks over at Kon, and scoops him up in his arms. It’s kind of surprising how light his body is. Kon clutches his shirt, like he’s completely off balance. Tim lets the pressure in his chest wash over the body in his arms, and Kon tenses and then relaxes, opening wide eyes at Tim.

“Oh. So that’s what that feels like,” Kon says.

Tim nods. “Yep. So I haven’t flown your body before – you might want to hold tight.”

Kon is impressed with how well Tim manages to explain and reassure the rest of their teammates when they get back. The whole situation is explained quickly, and Tim immediately sets to work on researching, going through the internet and calling up Batman and every magic user he knows to figure out what is the best way to get the two of them back into their own bodies.

Kon knows he’s a little bit useless now. His big natural talent used to be punching stuff really hard and being basically invulnerable, but his throbbing hand reminds him that he can’t even do that anymore – not when Tim is using his body, and he’s riding around in Tim’s. So he excuses himself and heads to his room.

Once he’s there he pulls off Robin’s mask and unclasps the cape hooked around his throat. He sighs and rumples his hair and wanders over to his bed.

Except he has a large mirror in his room, and as he crosses over to his bed, he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Or rather, he catches sight of Tim in the mirror, and that gives him pause. Kon turns slowly and looks straight into the mirror, almost not breathing at the image.

Tim’s eyes look back at him, wide and shocked and so, so blue. His mouth is open slightly, pink lips looking chapped and rubbed. And his hair is rumpled, completely unlike he’s ever seen Tim. Scattered wisps go all over his face looking like, maybe, he just got out of bed. Or maybe like he just got finished with a good long roll in the hay.

Kon licks his lips and swallows, and Tim in the mirror imitates the motion, his Adam’s apple bobbing beautifully. Kon moans slightly when he sees that, and Tim’s mouth opens, wanton and kissable and damn sexy.

He’s in Tim’s body. He is literally inside the body of the man he’s wanted for so long he can’t even remember a time when he didn’t want him. And he can feel his body – Tim’s body – becoming hard. That turns Kon on, and in response, Tim’s body gets harder.

And Kon knows that this probably isn’t right or ethical and if Tim ever finds out, he’s going to kill Kon, but right now that doesn’t matter, because all Kon can think about is how much he wants to see more of Tim.

The gauntlets come off, flung unceremoniously into the corner, and Tim-in-the-mirror splays his hands forward so Kon can get a good, long look at his slender, graceful, quick fingers. Clever little fingers that reach up to find the clasp at his throat and start to zip it down.

Kon swallows hard when he sees the first little glimpse of Tim’s neck, and outright moans when Tim’s Adam’s apple bobs again and the zipper slips down to the dip near his clavicle. Tim’s finger brushes his collarbone, and Kon feels it on his own chest, and he’s hard as a rock and he can see the bulge in Tim’s tights. Neither of them is going to last long – Tim doesn’t even have his shirt off yet and Kon is aching.

The zipper moves slowly down Tim’s chest to his navel, and Kon leans eagerly forward, to see. Tim-in-the-mirror offers himself for inspection, bending forward, and he peels back one edge of the costume to reveal a soft brown nipple. Kon licks his lips again, and Tim-in-the-mirror licks his lips, and then he twists the revealed nipple between his fingers. Kon throws his head back and grunts softly at the sensation of his nipple being played with, and Tim-in-the-mirror does the same. Tim’s body is so much more vulnerable and sensitive than Kon’s own. It responds more quickly to stimulation, and Kon is having difficulty knowing where he ends and Tim begins.

Tim’s hands pull off the top of the costume, struggling to release his arms from the tight sleeves. When he’s done, he stands upright, and Kon is panting and Tim-in-the-mirror is panting, and Kon stares intently at Tim’s chest.

It’s crisscrossed with scars, big and little, from wounds recent and belonging to the far distant past. Kon reaches down, and watches as Tim-in-the-mirror reaches down across his chest to lightly caress a thin white scar that runs from his pecs to his navel. Kon shudders at the touch and has to grip himself tightly between his legs. He moans openly as he watches Tim-in-the-mirror grasp his own bulge.

Kon needs to be naked, and so he yanks off the rest of the costume, struggling and cursing at the boots and the tights and the damn belt. He moans when he looks down at himself – at Tim’s body – and sees that Tim doesn’t wear any boxers or briefs beneath his costume – just a slightly armored jockstrap.

Looking up, he sees Tim-in-the-mirror, desperate and wanton and standing there in a pile of his stripped clothing, wearing nothing but the jock. Kon swallows and moans as Tim’s Adam’s apple bobs yet again. He wants to lick that neck, suck on it, but he knows he can’t. So instead, Kon slowly drags his hands down his sensitive abs, and Tim-in-the-mirror mimics him, throwing his head back and biting his lip at the sensation.

Tim’s thumb rubs the band of the jockstrap, and Kon can feel his erection struggling at the confines. He’s got to see the rest, got to see what hangs between Tim’s muscular, pale legs, and if it’s everything he’s fantasized.

The jock is whipped off and Kon’s breath hitches as he sees Tim – all of Tim. Tim’s hair down there is dark and sparse and even looks neatly-trimmed – practically combed. And his erection – god his erection.

Tim’s erection is dark and long and sticks straight out from his body, pointing slightly upward. He’s circumcised, and without a foreskin it looks sensitive and vulnerable. It’s not too big, but it’s not small either – medium-sized, just the right size to fit into Kon’s mouth, perfect for licking and sucking and swallowing. That thought, of having this gorgeous cock in his mouth, makes Kon want to moan, and he sticks two fingers into his mouth to prevent everyone from hearing him.

And Tim-in-the-mirror has his hand in his mouth, and without even thinking about it, Kon grips the base of his erection – Tim’s erection, god – with his free hand, and starts pumping.

Tim is so much more sensitive than he is.

Kon won’t last long, between all the build-up, the heightened feeling of the sensitive body he’s wearing, and the unbelievably erotic sight of Tim pumping himself in front of Kon, letting Kon see as he jerks off, sucking on the fingers of his other hand to keep himself quiet.

Kon can feel everything building deep in his spine, and he pumps himself enthusiastically, watching as Tim nears orgasm. He thrusts his hips into his hand, swipes the thumb across the tip of his cock, and nearly loses it, watching Tim do the same. Finally orgasm crashes through him as he comes, but he doesn’t dare close his eyes, because he has to watch as Tim stiffens and jerks and spurts cum out over his hand, spilling down his fingers.

Kon’s knees give out and he falls, and Tim-in-the-mirror falls too, gasping and whipping his hand out of his mouth and lifting himself up so he doesn’t fall on the cum-spattered floor.

Kon hangs his head and looks up at Tim-in-the-mirror, their eyes meeting, and he sees the beautiful flush on Tim’s face and the way his sweaty hair is plastered to his forehead. He opens his hand and licks some of Tim’s bitter-salty cum off of his hand.

And he knows he’s probably going to hell for what he just did, but damn does it feel good.

Tim doesn’t want to admit defeat, but he has to admit that right now everyone he knows – including himself – is utterly stumped about how to get him back in his own body and Kon back into his. He’s frustrated and angry and more than a little bit panicked about never being able to get his own body back.

It’s not that he doesn’t like Kon’s body, although he has been trying to deny to himself exactly how much he likes Kon’s body for months now. It’s just that generally, he’d rather have his own body back and see Kon’s from the outside.

Panic and fear and frustration are not going to help him discover anything about how to return them to their own bodies. Tim is hot and sweaty and more than anything right now, he just wants to take a nice long shower and maybe sleep on the issue.

So he stands and shuts off the computer and heads for the nearest bathroom in the tower, the one he always uses. When he gets there he turns, locks the door, and begins stripping. Normal routine, he’s down to his underwear when he sees something behind him and whirls.

It’s Kon, and Tim’s first instinct is to freeze because oh my god he’s caught me and I’m down to my underwear…

And then he realizes that it’s not Kon he’s seeing – it’s himself, in the mirror, it’s just that right now he’s in Kon’s body. And then he realizes that he’s staring at Kon’s body.

Tim feels himself blush and he looks away from the mirror. He shouldn’t look, because this is Kon’s body, and therefore something private. It’s not his business to look. He should just go straight into the shower, wash up, and then put some clothes back on Kon’s body.

But his eyes wander over, and he really can’t help himself. Breathing slowly, he looks into the mirror and lets his eyes roam all over Kon’s body.

Kon’s body is perfect and pale, no scars to speak of. The skin is flawless and looks baby-soft. Kon doesn’t have to rely on his actual muscles for strength and power, thanks to his TTK. So where Tim’s body is all edges and hard muscle, Kon has little bits of soft flesh clinging around his muscles, giving him smooth, beautiful curves.

Tim’s seen Kon half-naked before, but he’s never really had the chance to just look at his body. Now he’s appreciating the chance to look to his heart’s content.

Kon’s shoulders are broad and strong, reminiscent of the man he’s been cloned from. Tim can see Clark in Kon. But he also sees that Kon is his own person in the softness of his face and the narrow slim hips.

The mint-green boxer-briefs are still hugging those hips, and Tim fights the urge to take them off and see Kon’s manhood. However much he may lust for his teammate, he’s not going to invade Kon’s privacy like that. When he does take his shower, he’s going to turn away from the mirror and resolutely not look down.

Except he can’t take a shower just yet because he’s far too busy enjoying the sight of Kon’s beautiful legs.

It’s a struggle to turn away from the mirror, because he wants to look at Kon’s body and never stop. Tim has wanted Kon for such a long time, and now that he has him, even the little he has right now, he doesn’t want to give it up.

But Tim is still hot and sweaty and he really does want to take a shower, so he finally does turn away from the mirror and looks up into the air as he strips off the boxers and turns the shower water on.

As he steps into the spray, Tim revels in the feel of the water running down his back. Kon’s body isn’t as sensitive to heat and pain as Tim’s is. The water, even on hot and highest pressure, feels like a warm cloth wandering slowly over his muscles.

Tim grabs his shampoo – lemongrass and sage – and begins to rub it into Kon’s hair. The smell is familiar, and Tim is a little excited about the idea of covering Kon in his own smell. He’s going to put on his own deodorant and aftershave after this, too. It’s like claiming Kon, even a little bit, and he really wants that.

It’s only after he gets out of the shower and begins to towel off that he realizes he forgot to bring clothes.

He wraps the towel around his waist and decides to go ask Kon for clothing. He tells himself he’s not doing it to see Kon’s reaction to finding out that Tim showered in his body.

Kon is fingering the hem of his shirt – one of his shirts, worn on Tim’s body, it’s a fantasy he’s always wanted to indulge but never had the chance until now. He’s looking at Tim’s body in the mirror, looking totally debauched with his hair mussed and wearing no pants. Right now, he’s thinking about masturbating to the image of Tim’s body in the mirror again, a thrill of guilty pleasure running through him at the thought.

But that’s when someone knocks on the door. Kon immediately grabs a pair of sweatpants from somewhere on the floor – they’re too big and they hang off Tim’s hips deliciously, showing just enough of the waist to make it look sexy and provocative. Then Kon calls out, “Come in.”

The door opens, and there’s his body standing in the door, wearing nothing but a towel. And that’s Tim standing in his body, at the doorway to his room, and Kon can’t tell if that’s just his body’s normal look or if Tim is actually trying to be flirty.

Because his eyelids are low and he’s smiling dark and secret, and Kon can see the trail of his own hair on his stomach, and he can smell Tim’s shampoo on his body from all the way over here and oh my god Tim showered in his body…

Tim seems to be looking at what Kon has done with his body, and Kon feels himself blush slightly, but he cants his hips forward a little and tries to do the intimidating stare that Tim can pull off no matter what state of dress he’s in. He knows he hasn’t quite managed it when the grin on Tim’s face – Kon’s face – Tim’s face – widens.

“I don’t think I have any clothes that will fit your body, Kon,” Tim says, leaning against the door in the towel that just barely covers him. “I think I’ll need to borrow some from you.”

Kon can’t help wondering if Tim’s been doing things with Kon’s body like Kon’s been doing with Tim’s, and he really, really hopes so. Because that would mean that Tim is interested, that Tim’s just as crazy about him as he is about Tim, and just as incapable of keeping his hands off his crush’s body.

But he can’t say it, can’t even imply it, because that would be breaking the bro code. “Sure. Here, I’ll get you something.”

Kon turns toward his closet, and reaches up to grab a shirt. Tim’s body is smaller than his, so his has to stretch a little bit to reach it, and he can feel the shirt hiking up and exposing his lower back to Tim’s view. He so wishes he could exchange bodies with Tim right now – wishes he could see that little flash of skin that this pose is showing off to the world.

And then he feels Tim step up behind him, reach up to take the shirt from his fingers. Kon can feel the sensation of his own body being pressed against his back, of his shoulders and arms dwarfing him. He can feel the electric spark as his own stomach touches the exposed patch of skin along his lower back. And he decides he’s going to blame Tim’s body when he starts to get hard, because he’s not narcissistic enough to be turned on by his own body.

There’s a tense silence, both of their fingers tangled in the fabric of the shirt, and Kon does the first thing that pops into his head, because he has to tell Tim somehow, and he spins and turns and stretches up on his toes to kiss Tim – to kiss himself.

Tim reacts immediately, or maybe it’s Kon’s body reacting to Tim’s body – Kon honestly can’t tell and he doesn’t even care anymore, not when two mouths open and two tongues meet and mingle and caress each other.

Kon grabs the back of Tim’s head – his own head – and turns it so that he can get a deeper angle on the kiss, can surge deeper into Tim’s – his – mouth. Tim’s hands – Kon’s hands – move down Kon’s – Tim’s – body and grip Kon’s – Tim’s? – ass.

It doesn’t matter anymore whose body is whose as Kon pulls away the towel and reveals a growing erection he knows so well. He knows exactly how to wrap around its base, pull the foreskin back and forth across the tip, and he’s rewarded with a moan expressed low and slow into his mouth.

And Tim hikes off the shirt Kon is wearing, rubs his hands across Kon’s chest, pinches and tweaks nipples that respond immediately to the touch. Kon groans and has to pull back from the kiss, gasping, which gives Tim time to shove the sweatpants down, releasing a second erection from its confinement. A pair of hands reaches down to fondle it lovingly, and Tim dips his head to nibble gently at Kon’s nipples.

They break off look up at each other, and Kon can see Tim’s expressions in his own face, the hesitancy and love and excitement all rolled into one. And Kon reaches up to touch, sees Tim’s hands touching his face and it makes him shudder.

Kon doesn’t know which of them tugs the other to the bed – it’s a mess of tangled limbs and he doesn’t know whether to think of his mind or his body as his. The sweatpants get trussed and tangled, and Tim reaches down to remove them – which Tim, mind or body, Kon can’t figure out. All that matters is that their two bodies are sliding against each other, their two minds are filled with pleasure.

The larger body gets pressed against the mattress, and Kon scrambles in the dresser, searching desperately for the lube that he knows is there. It’s clear where this is going, and he sees Tim’s smile, still not knowing exactly whose body that smile is on.

A hand grasps the lube, and two fingers find a pucker, sinking in slowly. Twin moans escape as fingers are sucked into tight heat and press firm against a pocket of pleasure. Kon doesn’t know whether he’s penetrating or being penetrated.

And a voice croaks out, “Please, need you. Want you.”

Kon doesn’t know whether it’s his or Tim’s.

The fingers leave, and they both let out a gasp at the lack of sensation; around fingers, within body.

But they don’t have long to wait before a hard cock is sliding slowly into a primed ass – they both groan loudly, as one. There’s a still moment as they revel in the feeling of being so deeply connected. And then, as one, they begin to move.

Hips rolling down to pump in and out of a tight ass – hips rocking back to shove a cock farther inside. The pace is rapid and strong, someone keeps saying, “Harder. Go harder” and so they do, moving harder, deeper inside of each other.

Someone’s free hand grips around the straining erection between their two bodies as the pleasure builds. The pace becomes punishing, impossible, erratic, as they both near conclusion.

As one, they still and pulse and come; one buried deep within the other, one splattering the skin of their chests.

One pulls out of the other, and there’s a brief, blind period of clean-up. They still don’t know who is who; it doesn’t matter. It has never mattered – not since lips met and bodies came together.

They fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Tim wakes, stretching, and the first thing he realizes is that he is back inside his own body. The second thing he realizes is that he is nestled against Kon’s chest. The third thing he realizes is that he is in Kon’s room, on Kon’s bed.

For an instant he panics, but then Kon raises his head, eyes sleepy, and he looks up at Tim.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hi,” Tim whispers.

Kon’s hand slides over Tim’s naked thigh.

“I think,” Kon says, “We need to do that again.”

Tim doesn’t give himself the time to hesitate. “Definitely,” he says, sliding forward to catch Kon’s lips in a kiss.



_{Hope OP likes. Loved this prompt, thank you for the sexytimes!}

love it. What a great prompt (how did I miss this one before?) and great fill. Thank you for the read, anon.

Thank you for the compliment! I was a little nervous - this was actually only my second time writing smut!

Hi! I was the author for this fill, and I just got a livejournal so I thought I'd de-anon. :)