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!}