Fanfic: Always Kiss Twice
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abbyromanaTitle: Always Kiss Twice
Author:abbyromana
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dick/Superboy
Genre: slash, fluff
Characters: Dick Grayson!Robin, Superboy
Disclaimer:All characters and things of Batman belong to DC comics, and Bill Finger and Bob Kane, the creators of Batman. Also references to Batman: TAS belong to Bruce Timm. I'm simply borrowing them for creative output. Young Justice references belong to Greg Weisman and Brandon Vietti. I'm simply borrowing them for creative output.
Author note(s): By request of a short story pairing the YJ characters of Robin and Superboy. It has not been beta'd, but I still hope you all enjoy it. :)
Description: Superboy seeks Robin's help with unexpected consequences.
The lips firmly pressed against Dick’s were yielding but determined.
That was the first thought to break through the haze in Dick’s mind. All he knew for the last several seconds was tingling and warm sensations. It was like being caught in a drizzle on a warm day. It was like besting Batman during practice. It was coming home to find Alfred cooked his favorite meal! It was like… like… maximum aster!
Kissing Superboy was an utterly mind blowing experience.
Dick’s eyes fluttered shut. He gave into the overwhelming warm feelings that surged through every inch of him. Like lightening, every nerve ending was invigorated, yearning to feel more of the radiating presence in front of him. He began to give into that urge, leaning into the hard set chest.
Sure, Dick had kissed and been kissed. Those few quick experiences were nothing compared to this one, very eye-opening moment. He would have been happy for it to continue indefinitely.
However, the moment ended all too abruptly. Superboy pulled back from him. A soft whimper erupted from Dick's throat despite himself. He didn’t want to give up the moment, even as he heard Superboy speak.
“So?” Superboy said with a hard tone. “Did I do it wrong?”
“What?!” exclaimed Dick. His eyes flew open looking shell-shocked at the towering boy in front of him. His mind was still reeling from the experience. Still, he felt a need to answer “No! That was… was very, very aster! I definitely say I was whelmed.”
He forced a huge grin, despite how his heart kept whispering him to lean in for another kiss. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to say. Partially that was due to him completely forgetting what they were talking about before Superboy kissed him.
When Superboy’s brow furrowed in confusion, Dick quickly added, “I mean… why do you ask?”
“Well, then why is M’gann mad at me? Why won’t she speak to me?” Superboy asked, pressing for an answer.
“Hard to say with girls,” Dick replied with a shrug. “Tell me again what led to the kiss.”
Superboy raised his gaze to the ceiling as he blew out a heavy breath. “We were in the general living area. She was in the kitchen cooking and I was watching… the television. She asked for help and, despite not wanting to, I… I thought it must be better than watching the television.” He grumbled something under his breath that Dick couldn’t quite make out, but soon he continued, “She used her telekinetic powers to take ingredients out and soon I found myself covered in most of them.”
“Were you mad at her?” Dick inquired.
“No. Not really,” Superboy replied with a calm expression. “Maybe just embarrassed and frustrated.”
“Understandable,” Dick commented with a small smile. To his surprise, he got a smile in return from Superboy.
“So there I was standing in the kitchen covered in flour, milk, and who knows what else. She starts to clean me up, rattling on about how sorry she was. Then suddenly, she stops and just stares at me. I thought for sure she was going to laugh or say ‘Hello, Megan’ again, but instead, she leans in and pressed her lips against mine.”
“Oh,” Dick said, “and then what?”
“I didn’t know what else to do, so I let her. After a few seconds, she pulls back with his really upset look on her face. I don’t know if she was mad or just frustrated with me. All I know is she hasn’t talked to me since then.” He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean, if it’s not the kiss, then…?”
“Did you kiss back?” asked Dick
“Kiss back?” Superboy asked right back.
“You know she’s kissing you… pressing her lips against yours,” Dick explained, feeling bashful in describing the act. “Dude, she’s looking for you to react by pressing your lips back. To show you enjoyed it.”
“Oh,” he said simply. “What if I didn’t enjoy it?”
“You didn’t?” asked Robin, both of his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.
Superboy’s lips tighten into a frown as a thoughtful look moved across his face. “Well…” he said slowly. “It was… okay.”
“Okay?!” squawked Dick. His mouth fell open. “Don’t let Wally here you say that.” He chuckles. “He’d pay anything to get a kiss from Miss M.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’d say she’s good at it, just… well… I didn’t feel anything,” Superboy told Dick.
“Oh?” Dick said questioningly. “You… you don’t like to be kissed then?”
Superboy shrugged. “Not sure. It was… pleasant just not something I would consider repeatable. Well, with her. With you, it… it was better. With you, it felt… more pleasant.”
Dick swore his eyes popped out of their sockets as he just started speechlessly at Superboy.
“Maybe… it just gets better with each experience?” Superboy asked with a quizzical raised eyebrow.
“Maybe…” Dick repeated automatically, not really thinking. His usually brilliant brain was struggling to process what Superboy just said. Had Superboy said he liked kissing him, Dick Grayson, considered it ‘pleasant.’ His mouth opened and closed a few times.
He only remembered he wasn’t alone when Superboy asked, “Robin? Is that true?”
Shaking his head, he tried to answer, “Well, maybe. Possibly. I… well, usually it has more to do with the person you kiss. You enjoy kissing the person, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I… I don’t really know myself.”
Superboy cocked his head to one side as if scrutinizing Dick. “Then how can I know whether it’s just experience or the person?”
That was a very good question as far as Dick was concerned. He could think of quite a few options, but the one prominently pounding at the forefront of him mind and being echoed by the increased rate of his heart made it to his lips first.
“Well, if you’re up for experimenting,” Dick said. “We could always try again.”
Even as it flew past his upward curved lips, he regretted it. He was being rash just like Batman warned him to never be. It got you into trouble more often than not. Much to Dick’s surprise, this was one of the exceptions to that rule.
Superboy’s intense gaze softened and both corners of his lips curved upwards. “Well, I suppose you are the more knowledge one in this area. So I suppose…,” he said, uncrossing his arms, “if you insist.” He took a step closer, taking Dick's face in his large hands and pressing his lips against Dick's lips.
As the haze of before returned, Dick decided rash was okay... at least this once.
Author:
abbyromana Rating: PG
Pairing: Dick/Superboy
Genre: slash, fluff
Characters: Dick Grayson!Robin, Superboy
Disclaimer:All characters and things of Batman belong to DC comics, and Bill Finger and Bob Kane, the creators of Batman. Also references to Batman: TAS belong to Bruce Timm. I'm simply borrowing them for creative output. Young Justice references belong to Greg Weisman and Brandon Vietti. I'm simply borrowing them for creative output.
Author note(s): By request of a short story pairing the YJ characters of Robin and Superboy. It has not been beta'd, but I still hope you all enjoy it. :)
Description: Superboy seeks Robin's help with unexpected consequences.
The lips firmly pressed against Dick’s were yielding but determined.
That was the first thought to break through the haze in Dick’s mind. All he knew for the last several seconds was tingling and warm sensations. It was like being caught in a drizzle on a warm day. It was like besting Batman during practice. It was coming home to find Alfred cooked his favorite meal! It was like… like… maximum aster!
Kissing Superboy was an utterly mind blowing experience.
Dick’s eyes fluttered shut. He gave into the overwhelming warm feelings that surged through every inch of him. Like lightening, every nerve ending was invigorated, yearning to feel more of the radiating presence in front of him. He began to give into that urge, leaning into the hard set chest.
Sure, Dick had kissed and been kissed. Those few quick experiences were nothing compared to this one, very eye-opening moment. He would have been happy for it to continue indefinitely.
However, the moment ended all too abruptly. Superboy pulled back from him. A soft whimper erupted from Dick's throat despite himself. He didn’t want to give up the moment, even as he heard Superboy speak.
“So?” Superboy said with a hard tone. “Did I do it wrong?”
“What?!” exclaimed Dick. His eyes flew open looking shell-shocked at the towering boy in front of him. His mind was still reeling from the experience. Still, he felt a need to answer “No! That was… was very, very aster! I definitely say I was whelmed.”
He forced a huge grin, despite how his heart kept whispering him to lean in for another kiss. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to say. Partially that was due to him completely forgetting what they were talking about before Superboy kissed him.
When Superboy’s brow furrowed in confusion, Dick quickly added, “I mean… why do you ask?”
“Well, then why is M’gann mad at me? Why won’t she speak to me?” Superboy asked, pressing for an answer.
“Hard to say with girls,” Dick replied with a shrug. “Tell me again what led to the kiss.”
Superboy raised his gaze to the ceiling as he blew out a heavy breath. “We were in the general living area. She was in the kitchen cooking and I was watching… the television. She asked for help and, despite not wanting to, I… I thought it must be better than watching the television.” He grumbled something under his breath that Dick couldn’t quite make out, but soon he continued, “She used her telekinetic powers to take ingredients out and soon I found myself covered in most of them.”
“Were you mad at her?” Dick inquired.
“No. Not really,” Superboy replied with a calm expression. “Maybe just embarrassed and frustrated.”
“Understandable,” Dick commented with a small smile. To his surprise, he got a smile in return from Superboy.
“So there I was standing in the kitchen covered in flour, milk, and who knows what else. She starts to clean me up, rattling on about how sorry she was. Then suddenly, she stops and just stares at me. I thought for sure she was going to laugh or say ‘Hello, Megan’ again, but instead, she leans in and pressed her lips against mine.”
“Oh,” Dick said, “and then what?”
“I didn’t know what else to do, so I let her. After a few seconds, she pulls back with his really upset look on her face. I don’t know if she was mad or just frustrated with me. All I know is she hasn’t talked to me since then.” He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I mean, if it’s not the kiss, then…?”
“Did you kiss back?” asked Dick
“Kiss back?” Superboy asked right back.
“You know she’s kissing you… pressing her lips against yours,” Dick explained, feeling bashful in describing the act. “Dude, she’s looking for you to react by pressing your lips back. To show you enjoyed it.”
“Oh,” he said simply. “What if I didn’t enjoy it?”
“You didn’t?” asked Robin, both of his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.
Superboy’s lips tighten into a frown as a thoughtful look moved across his face. “Well…” he said slowly. “It was… okay.”
“Okay?!” squawked Dick. His mouth fell open. “Don’t let Wally here you say that.” He chuckles. “He’d pay anything to get a kiss from Miss M.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’d say she’s good at it, just… well… I didn’t feel anything,” Superboy told Dick.
“Oh?” Dick said questioningly. “You… you don’t like to be kissed then?”
Superboy shrugged. “Not sure. It was… pleasant just not something I would consider repeatable. Well, with her. With you, it… it was better. With you, it felt… more pleasant.”
Dick swore his eyes popped out of their sockets as he just started speechlessly at Superboy.
“Maybe… it just gets better with each experience?” Superboy asked with a quizzical raised eyebrow.
“Maybe…” Dick repeated automatically, not really thinking. His usually brilliant brain was struggling to process what Superboy just said. Had Superboy said he liked kissing him, Dick Grayson, considered it ‘pleasant.’ His mouth opened and closed a few times.
He only remembered he wasn’t alone when Superboy asked, “Robin? Is that true?”
Shaking his head, he tried to answer, “Well, maybe. Possibly. I… well, usually it has more to do with the person you kiss. You enjoy kissing the person, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I… I don’t really know myself.”
Superboy cocked his head to one side as if scrutinizing Dick. “Then how can I know whether it’s just experience or the person?”
That was a very good question as far as Dick was concerned. He could think of quite a few options, but the one prominently pounding at the forefront of him mind and being echoed by the increased rate of his heart made it to his lips first.
“Well, if you’re up for experimenting,” Dick said. “We could always try again.”
Even as it flew past his upward curved lips, he regretted it. He was being rash just like Batman warned him to never be. It got you into trouble more often than not. Much to Dick’s surprise, this was one of the exceptions to that rule.
Superboy’s intense gaze softened and both corners of his lips curved upwards. “Well, I suppose you are the more knowledge one in this area. So I suppose…,” he said, uncrossing his arms, “if you insist.” He took a step closer, taking Dick's face in his large hands and pressing his lips against Dick's lips.
As the haze of before returned, Dick decided rash was okay... at least this once.
