Promt: Video Games

Synopsis: Its been a few years since the Super sons first teamed up, the unlikely partnership turned best-friendship between the Boy of Steel and the Son of the Bat, and despite now both legally being adults, neither of them were able to outgrow their childhood addiction to video games- or 'strategic training' as Damian puts it.

A few spiked drinks and a heartfelt confession of childhood crushes later and the boys had.. other games in mind.

Damian Wayne swung through the open window in his room, landing gracefully and detaching his grapnel in one fluid motion, Jon following suit, flying through. his bright red shoes touching the cream carpeted floor. Damian making his way to his bathroom.

The boys had made it a habit of spending their after-patrol time at one of their places, Wayne Manor for Gotham nights and The Kent residence for Metropolis nights.

Jon collapsed in Damian's bed, kicking off his shoes, making an audible 'thud' sound as they hit the floor.

"TT. This isn't a barn, hayseed." Damian said, looking over his shoulder, seeing his best friend burying his face in his pillow.

"Mmmn.. Damian, I think I wanna marry your bed." Jon said, ignoring Jon's friendly jab, speaking into the pillow, the fabric muffling his voice.

Damian simply rolled eyes and grabbed a white towel before throwing one at Jon, landing flat on Jon head.

"I'm going to shower, tell Alfred we're here." Damian said, entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Jon grumbled something under his breath before reluctantly walking over to the intercom, his socks with gray at the heel and toes touching the carpeted floor.

He was about to press the button when he heard a knock on the door.

"Master Damian?" The voice of the old butler called out from the other side.

"Uhm, Alfred? Come in." Jon replied.

"Ah," Alfred said, pushing open the door with his one free hand. "Young Master Kent, always a pleasure to have you." Alfred said, placing the silver tray on the coffee table between the large Flat screen tv.

Jon giggled, flashing him a toothy smile. Alfred lifting the lid, revealing a large bowl of popcorn, two wine glasses filled with grape soda and two boxes of chocolate.

"Your er.. 'refreshments' as per master Damian's request." Alfred said, adhering to how Damian preferred to call snacks. Jon's eyes lighting up at the sight of the chocolate.

"Where is Master Damian, by the by?" Alfred asked the half-kryptonian.

"Oh, he's just taking a shower." Jon replied.

"Very well, I shall take my leave then." Alfred said, leaving the room.

Not a moment later, Jon rushed over and sat at the couch, hastily opening one of the boxes reading Knipshilst Madeline truffle.

"Ni.. nip.. nipsh- EEK!" Jon was snapped out of his struggle to pronounce the brand by a voice.

"I wouldn't even try it, sweet tooth" The voice belonged to a man currently leaning against the door frame, dressed in brown leather Jacket, white streaks in his otherwise charcoal black hair.

"Oh! Uh, hi Jason." Jon said, a light blush on his cheeks, embarrassed of the noise he just made.

"Where's the demon spawn?" He said jokingly, walking into his younger brother's room.

"Mmmch. Oh, He'sh jusht taking a shower mmnch" Jon said, between bites, tapping his feet on the floor. Jason sitting beside him.

"What do you two love birds even do when you do these little sleepovers?" Jason asked, nonchalantly.

"Oh! We watch movies and play video games and sometimes we-" Jon paused "wait, love birds..?" Jon asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah, love birds. I'm aware of the way you two see each other, the especially the way Damian looks at you." Jason said plainly, flashing Jon a wink.

"What?! No- my and Damian aren't we didn't- we wouldn't! I mean- err.. ngg..." Jon said, burying his face in the palm of his hands out of embarrassment.

Jason moved quickly, spiking their drinks with a kick of liquor, a smirk on his face he stood up. "Whatever you say sweet tooth." He said, his objective accomplished he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him leaving Jon alone with his thoughts.

"Love birds..? Does he mean that Damian.." Jon asked himself, trailing off. "I mean, Damian.. Damian wouldn't, he couldn't.. would he?" Jon said, his thoughts trailing to a repressed and secret feeling he's always had for his best friend.

"Would I..? I mean-" Jon paused, taking a sip from the soda, feeling rather hot all of a sudden. "He is pretty uhm... you know.. he's.. he's.." Jon's mind wandered to the secret little thoughts he has at night, the thoughts that wandered to Damian. That wandered to Damian's hair, to his sleight yet muscular build, his defined features his- "he's alright." Jon cut himself off.

"But I mean.. Damian.. would.. he..? He doesn't even like boys." Jon said, stuffing his face with popcorn. "Mmmnch. Then again. Mmmnch.. he's never had mmnch a girlfriend.. and sometimes he does uhm.. mmn.. Damian... hmm.. Damian.." His thoughts began to wander once more when a voice broke the silence in the room.

"TT. What?" Damian asked, stepping out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Jon choked over the popcorn he had in his mouth, coughing hard, Damian raising a brow at him.

"You alright there, Kent?" Damian asked.

"I'm-" "fine."

"Alright then. Prepare the video gam- I mean creative reflex trainers while I dress." Damian said, turning his back to the boy and opening a closet.

"Oh yeah!" Jon said, catching his breath. He dashed over to the collection of video games Damian had.

"Oooh! Wanna play Finjustice: Cods Among us?" Jon asked, flailing the game in the air.

"Pass." Damian said, placing a finger on his chin, looking for something casual to wear.

"Mortal Wombat: Farmageddon?" Jon asked again

"Hmm. We already mastered all the characters in that one. Next." Damian said, shifting his weight to the one leg as he pulled out a white t-shirt and gray broxers.

"Oh! I got it, Super Smash Bros!" Jon exclaimed excitedly, turning around and waving the game frantically at his older yet still shorter friend.

"Hmm. Not the best choice, but it should suffice." Damian said, turning to Jon and dropping his towel, leaving him bare.

"Gyaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Jon shouted, averting his gaze immediately. Covering his eyes, a deep blush on his face.

Damian simply rolled his eyes and slipped on his boxers, and white t.

"TT. Grow up kent. I don't have anything you don't." He said, kicking the towel into a nearby hamper before walking over to the couch.

"IS IT- IS IT GONE?!" Jon shouted.

"TT." Damian sighed in annoyance. "Yes, Jon. I have clothes now. Now will you stop wasting time and get your ass on the couch?" Damian said, crossing his arms as he sat on the couch.

"Mmmn.. fine." Jon said, still blushing as we walked over to the couch and plopped down beside his friend.

Jon put the game in, and the two grabbed their controllers. The music started the boys picked their characters.

Jon picking Waluigi and Damian picking Shaggy.

The pair began to play, Jon grabbing occasional fistfuls of popcorn and swig of the grape juice, damian only taking one flake at a time and merely sipping the drink, both oblivious to the drinks being spiked.

Damian beat Jon, over and over and over * again.

"Ugh.. no fair!" Jon complained. "Shaggy's too strong!"

"Come on Kent, I'm only using him at 1%. I mean, are you even trying?" Damian said, teasingly.

"I don't even think you can beat me." Damian said, cockily.

"Can to!"

"Can not."

"Can to!"

"Can not."

"Can to times a million!" Jon said poking his tongue out.

Damian rolled his eyes at his best friend's childish antics.

Damian took another sip before eyeing Jon up snd down.

"What? What is it?" Jon asked.

"Heh. You really sure you can beat me?"

"Definitely." Jon said, trying to come off as cocky but coming more off as impossibly adorable.

"Alright then, wanna play another game?" Damian smiled slyly.

"Another game?"

"A.. mini-game I suppose. Everytime one of loses we have to take off a piece of clothing." Damian said nonchalantly.

"What?!" Jon exclaimed.

"Yeah, why? Are you scared lil' chickent?" Damian teased.

"I am not a chickent!" Jon shot back

"Oh really? Then let's do it." Damian smirked.

Jon thought for a second. If he didn't agree, then Damian would never stop. But if he did.. he'd probably lose.. although.. he did have more clothes on than Damian, his hoodie, t-shirt, socks, pants and undies. While Damian just had his boxers and T. Jon had weighed his odds and decided.

"Deal" Jon answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Heh. Good luck, hayseed." Damian smirked as the game begun. Within second Jon had lost.

"Take something off Kent." Damian demanded, taking a sip of his soda.

"Ugh. Fine I'm doing it I'm doing it." Jon said, reluctantly ditching his hoodie.

"Good choice. Next round" damian, once again, won in mere seconds. This time Jon slipped off his left sock.

"Really? Just one?" Damian raised a brow.

"Hey! You said, 'A' piece of clothing. So mnnn" Jon said, Damian only rolling his eyes in response.

"No matter, you shall lose again in no time." He said starting a new match. "Hey!" Jon said, as Damian won again, this time it was the other sock, leaving him barefoot.

And again, next came the shirt. Jon, blushing hard as he lifted it over his head. Damian stared him down, eyeing the younger boy's bare chest. A small laugh escaping his lips.

"What?!" Jon asked immediately covering himself up.

"Pink nipples." Damian answered, grabbing the shirt jon was using to cover himself up and throwing it across the room. Much to Jon's embarrassment.

"Cute." Damian said softly, as he finished his drink.

"Wait, what was-" Jon was cut off by Damian who started the next round.

The fight lasted slightly longer this match, with Jon being thrown off 3 minutes after.

"Oh come on!" Jon complained.

"Come on, superbaby." Damian smirked as Jon obliged, slipping off his jeans, exposing his smooth pale legs, leaving him only in his tight light blur undies.

Damian swallowed hard, as he watched Jon bare his legs. Normally, he would be completely under control, capable of controlling his.. urges but tonight... it felt different.. he felt different. He might never openly admit it but he absolutely loved the feeling of Jon's skin... so soft.. so smooth.. yet so strong.. and he absolutely loved Jon's legs and feet, ogling his best friend's knees and thighs and-

"Damian?" Jon asked, covering up what little he could

"Oh yeah- yeah, the match. Right." Damian scolded himself for his lack of self-control.

The game started and immediately Jon could tell Damian was off, he was sloppy he was missclicking he was hard- Oh god he was hard!

Jon's mind nearly went blank, until he remembered what Jason had said and decided to use it to his advantage. A sly smile found it's place on his lips as Jon spread his legs, then played footsie with himself, the stretched his legs, and then-

"FUCK." Damian shouted as his character was thrown off.

"HAH! Got you!" Jon shouted, standing up and doing a little victory dance... in his undies... only worsening the predicament Damian was in.

"Got a stiffy, don't ya." Jon said, plopping back down.

"TT. Erection, Jon. Please. We aren't kids anymore." Damian said, sounding annoyed.

"And why do you have it~" Jon winked, having also finished his soda, not feeling quite like himself. He stretched his legs, watching Damian's member twitch through his boxers.

"Not. One. Word." Damian said thoroughly, embarrassed. His master plan had backfired.

"Ppffffffffff" Jon began to burst out in laughter clutching his sides.

"Gonna be like that huh?" Damian smirked, he had one last trick up his sleeve. It was a risky plan, but it's all he's got.

"Well then~" he said, standing up.

"D-dami..? What are you-" jon's laughter immediately stopped as Damian began a.. strip tease. Starting with his white t-shirt, slowly slipping it off his torso, ensuring that Jon got to see every inch of his muscular build.

"Wanna make me twitch so bad?" Damian smirked, tugging at the garter of his boxers, his cock providing resistance.

"Then watch this~" he winked and slowly slipped off his underwear? Allowing his dick to spring up, his family jewels hanging there.

"Eek!" Jon yelped, trying to shield his eyes but staring through the cracks anyway. Damian was throbbing, pre dripping down his tip, Jon eyed Damian's dick, a solid 6 and a half. Swallowing hard as he followed the veins, watching it twitch.

"D-d-dami.." Jon stuttered as he felt his own member harden, pitching a tent in his pants.

"Got cha'." Damian smirked, plopping back down, jon getting a glimpse of the tan boy's butt, that being enough to make his undies damp.

"Unpause the game, Kent." Damian said.

"B-but my fingers are all- I.." Jon stuttered.

"Unpause the game. Kent." Damian demanded, his rather large member only serving to add to his intimidation factor.

"F-f-fine." Jon tried to shoot back before immediately getting pummeled. But this time Damian wasn't so quick, he made it long and drawn out.. before executing Waluigi, throwing him off.

"Off." Damian gently placed the controller down.

"B-but" Jon stuttered.

"Now, Kent!" Damian growled.

"O-okay." Jon stuttered, slipping off his undies, his 8 inch dick springing to life.

Damian eyed Jon's bare form hungrily, ogling the boy's cock. It was large, larger than even his and that made Damian thirst for it more, he trailed the pre with his eyes a few veins here and there with the foreskin still covering a barely peeking out tip.

"Fucking finally." Damian said, before climbing onto Jon eagerly, pushing him down onto the couch.

"D-dami! What are you- mmn! Mmn.. mmm...." Jon was cut off by Damian's lips hungrily crashing against his own. Gods knows how many times he's wanted to do that. Taken aback, at first Jon quickly began to melt into the kiss.

"Mmn.. Damian" Jon moaned Damian's name into the kiss as Damian's hands traversed Jon's body, finally giving in after years of holding himself back.

Damian focused on the touch of Jon's skin, the warmth he got from his closeness, the sounds Jon was making his hushed little moans, and his oh so.. boyish musk.

Damian reluctantly broke the kiss, if only to let Jon take a breath. "You have..." he kissed him "no fucking.." and again "idea how long.." and again been wanting to do that "I've been wanting" and again "to do that to you.. Jon."

Jon blushed hard, despite not being given the chance to confirm his own feeling to Damian he fairly certain Damian was fully aware. Especially by the way he was fondling the older boy's manhood.

"Mmmnh..~" moaned as jon peeled back his foreskin.

"S-stop" damian said, as Jon began to stroke his member.

Jon didn't listen.

"I said stop." Damian said, swatting his younger friend's hand away. Partly because of that, but mainly because his massive crush on the half kryptonian was finally taking its toll on him, his cock was ready to burst from that mere stimulation alone.

Jon only giggled shyly "O-okay Dami.. sorry.. I got a little carried away." Jon said, licking up the pre coating his fingers.

"Oh god.. you're so.. fucking cute.." Damian groaned, lust in his eyes as he moved backward, laying down on his stomach, gripping Jon's throbbing cock in his hands.

"D-dami...?" Jon stuttered.

"Shut it. Just enjoy. And let me enjoy..." Damian said.

"Okay Damian but- mmmnnhh~!" Jon moaned, as Damian began expertly stroking his cock, licking his balls as he did so. Then Damian began to kiss Jon's legs, licking his best friend's skin and going lower and lower, stroking Jon as he did so. Both boys enjoying every second of it.

By the time he had his fill his hands were already coated in superboy's pre. He stopped, breaking jon from his trance, missing the feeling he had on his dick.

"D-dami..?" Jon complained.

Damian simply ignored the boy, crawling back up and enveloping his boyhood in his mouth.

"Oh- oh god. Dami... ohhh~!" Jon moaned, trying to close his legs as Damian swirled his tongue around the boy's tip, all the pre and little hints of cum, all the while rubbing his own member again's Jon's legs.

"Mmn.." damian moaned, onto jon's cock causing the boy to spasm, damian being forced to hold back Jon's hips under threat of being super face fucked.

Damian waited till he himself was close before letting Jon's cock out with an audible pop. Damian felt his own member twitch, edging at the very last second.

"W-what.. dami.. mmng.. why.." Jon groaned

"We're.. we're not done yet, Kent." Damian said, obviously out of breath, he fell backwards.

"Fuck me." Damian said, offering himself to Jon

"W-what?" Jon asked

"I said fuck me. Now Kent." Damian demanded.

"Damian- I- I-" damian cut him off

"Jon, I know you want to; and for your sake, I sure as FUCK want to. Now go" Damian demanded.

"B-but I we don't have any lube.." jon said

"I don't care. Do it!" Damian growled.

Jon complied, grabbing both of Damian's cheeks and giving them a tight squeeze before he poked Damian's rose bud, entering it.

"Ahhh!" Damian moaned, the sudden feeling of being entered taking over him.

"T-thank fucking god.. I was worried I was going to have to force your co-ooock! Down there." He moaned, as Jon slowly picked up the pace, feeling his cock twitch due to the stimulation.

"Mmnn.. dani you're so tight..." Jon said, spreading Damian's cheeks with his hands causing some pleasure filled moans to escape Damian's lips.

"Oh god Jon.. Jon... mmmnh.. close fuck close.." Damian barely managed to moan out before Jon hungrily lowered his mouth over the tip of Damian's cock, still fucking him. Jon stared at Damian's face, watching it scrunch up just as Damian let out a moan followed by a powerful cumshot, spewing his spunk straight into Jon's mouth.

"Ahhh!" Damian moaned, as Jon licked his tip, before swallowing his cum. "Oh god.. Jon.." Damian felt his body relax until Jon sped up again "OH GOD.. JON...!" Jon kept fucking. He was no where near done and he sure as hell wanted to cum inside his new little boy toy.

"Ahh..! Annh.. ahmm.nn..!" Damian moaned "hah! Ah.. amhah!" Damian felt himself give in to the pleasure, sticking his tongue out.

Jon dove down and gave Damian a kiss, that was enough to make Damian cum a second time, shooting his load all over Jon's bare torso.

"A bit.. quick aren't we..?" Jon teased but only got a barely audible "uhu uhu" from a worn out damian, still consumed by pleasure.