Damian made his way out of the bathroom, his eyes scanned the area trying to find Jon, spotting the boy's messy hair a distance away from him, sitting at one of the many benches near the edge of the dock, facing the gotham bay area.
"Just.. keep it under control." He said, before making his way towards Jon.
Jon was facing away from Damian, and Damian was more than thankful for it. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he had look at Jon's sweet smile, the sparkle in his eye, the way his messy hair allows the wind to dance aimlessly between the strands.
Steeling his nerve, he called out. "Corncob, you done ogling the waves or do i have to wait another hour before i can finally eat?" He said in as casual a voice as he could muster. Dreading the risk to be enamored once more by Jon's effortless charm
"Mmn?" Jon hummed, turning to Damian. His brows raised slightly, remnants of the chocolate adorning his lip and chin. "Oh sure! Where to next?"
"Jon.. you err, you have something on your.."Damian gestured to his general lower face, having a quizzical look on his face as he spoke.
"Oh uhm-" Jon said, before licking his face. "Is that better?" Jon asked, smiling at Damian.
"TT. You disgust me." Damian said, rolling his eyes. Before sighing. "Here, let me do it." He said, walking around the bench, Jon moving the duck stuffed toy to the so Damian could sit.
"I swear, sometimes hanging out with you feels like babysitting a 6 year old." Damian said mockingly, taking out some napkins he kept in his pants. Jon stuck his tongue out at him before Damian began to wipe away the brownish mess.
"TT. Stop fidgeting." Damian commanded.
"But I'm not fidgeting" Jon complained.
"TT. You just did." Damian rolled his eyes, causing Jon to sigh.
"There. We're done." Damian said, tossing the used up papers into a nearby garbage bin.
"Thanks Damian" Jon said, a wide toothy smile adorning his lip.
"Oh wait, I missed a spot." Damian said, eyeing a slight hint of brown at the edge of Jon's lips.
"TT. I'm out of tissue." Damian said causing Jon to giggle.
"Wouldn't be the first time~" He teased.
Damian fought back the blush Jon's joke threatened to bring to his cheeks. In truth, Damian has.. 'ran out of tissue' a number of times while thinking of the boy sitting beside him. "TT. Grow up." He mocked back, rolling his eyes.
"Why not just use your thumb?" Jon asked.
"What? No. Why can't you clean your face up for once and stop acting like a child?" Damian said, his insult coming out slightly more hurtful than he anticipated. A look of worry nearly flashed on his face before Jon mocked back.
"Didn't you tell me something about finishing what you start?" Jon said, crossing his arms, an adorably smug look on his face.
"Yes, but-"
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Is that Damian Wayne going back on his word?" Jon crossed his arms over his chest and said in a voice that almost sounded teasing yet still to sweet to be, or well- at least that's what Damian thought.
Damian had a look of annoyance on his face before giving in. "Fine." He said closing his eyes and seemingly sighing in annoyance. When in truth the son of the bat was steeling his nerves, he's never exactly held Jon's face with his bare hands except for training.. and well, he was dreading exactly what reaction his blasted hormones would play on him.
"You vex me, Kent." He said, focusing to keep his hand steady. He made his eyes seem uninterested and half open when in truth he eyed Jon's arms crossed over his chest, they seemed to.. distract him as he reached for Jon's lips with his thumb his gaze rose to Jon's chin, not even a hint of fuzz on it as his thumb neared the boy of steel's lip his arm felt like gelatin. His gaze rested on Jon's lips, curled into a smile so sweet it could give someone cavities just by looking at it. He was barely holding back the redness threatening to break out on his cheeks, so he averted his gaze instead focusing on Jon eyes. Oh.. was that a mistake, the calming blue orbs that looked like they held entire worlds of ocean in them, the light they seemed to give off to Damian, the way he could see the love and warmth in Jon's spirit.. Damian felt his breath hitch in his throat.
"Oh! What a marvelous couple you two would make" a voice said, breaking him from his trance.
"W-what?!" Damian said, a deep blush on his face, dropping his hand immediately, turning to face the offender.
"Sorry little D, did we just interrupt something?" Dick grayson said, a playful look on his face, resting his arms on the bench as he spoke.
"Hi dick! Hi Kori!" Jon said enthusiastically, waving at Starfire and nightwing, both out of costume.
Starfire let out a giggle, waving back at the boy of steel.
"TT. Shut it Grayson." Damian said, more than irritated.
"Oh and Star," Dick said, facing the Tameranian. "Sweet tooth and little D aren't dating, just good friends." He said before turning to Damian and mouthing "at least not yet" before flashing him a wink. Causing Damian to almost growl at his older brother in annoyance seeing him enjoy his 'suffering'.
"Dick, I never understood your nickname for the Damian" she turned to her boyfriend. "Why do you call him so?" She asked
"Oh well, its cause both our names start with D. He's lil' D, and I'm big D. Or well, he'd call me that.. if he had a sense of humor." He said
"Oh yes! I understand now, you do have, the big D" she said, causing Jon to giggle and blush and Dick's eyes to go wide, a blush finding its place on his cheeks a shade of deep red.
"So that must mean Damian has the-" Dick cut her off "Ok! That said" he said, clappimg his hands together before turning to Damian and Jon. "Damian, Jon." He smiled at them and nodded before basically dragging Starfire away, before mouthing "I'm sorry at Damian"
Jon still couldn't stop laughing, clutching his stomach as he did.
"TT. Seriously?" Damian asked him, a brow raised.
"You found that funny?"
"Y-yeah!" Jon said, between fits of laughter. "Didn't you?" He said, wiping a tear from his eye.
"No, kent. No I did not. Now let's go get some food." He said, standing up.
"But do you?" Jon asked, looking up at Damian.
"Do I what?" Damian asked.
"Do you..~" Jon teased before Damian snapped.
"Let's go get food kent." Damian reiterated, before walking away. Partly because he was annoyed at Jon's childish antics and partly because he was both blushing and pitching a tent in his pants.
"F-fine fine, I'm coming!" Jon said, catching up to Damian.
The pair sat down at one of the tables, Jon placing two hotdogs down and damian placing a large tray of fries and a single milkshake.
Jon smiled at the hotdog and bit into it, the sauces spreading on his face. He, was a messy eater.
"TT. Seriously?" Damian asked resting his arms on the table.
"What?" Jon asked, between bites.
"Oh!" Jon said, seemingly realizing. Handing Damian his hotdog.
"I-" Jon paused to swallow "I got you one too!" He said proudly, handing Damian his.
"I.. I'm a vegetarian, Jon." Damian stated.
"Oh yeah..." Jon said disappointed.
"We've been partners for this long.. and you still don't know?" Damian said picking up one of the fries and biting into it.
"I forget!" Jon said defensively
"Yes, this long and you still forget corncob." Damian said, sipping on the milkshake.
"Fine then, more for me!" Jon said, biting into both at the same time.
Damian simply rolled his eyes, handing him more than half of the napkins he got from the fries stand.
Damian was mindlessly slurping when he felt something poke his cheek.
"Mmn" Jon encouraged, poking Damian's lower lips with a fry. A sweet smile on his lips.
"What are you doing?" He questioned.
"Feeding you, a duhhh" Jon said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now ah and mmmn." Jon said, in a manner so cute Damian couldn't roll his eyes at that one.
"Come on, Dami. You do stuff like this literally all the time for me, so Ah?" Jon asked sweetly, giving him his patented superboy-puppy-dog-eyes.
Damian relented. He couldn't resist those eyes, and he hoped to whatever power there was that Jon didn't know that.
"F-fine." Damian stuttered. "Fine." He reiterated.
Damian opened his mouth slightly, Jon clumsily shoving it in.
"Good?" Jon asked.
"Y-yeah." Damian stuttered again, internally cursing at himself. He was breaking. He couldn't handle more.
"See? That wasn't so bad, now again. Ah." Jon said, picking up another piece.
Damian sighed, staring and Jon's fingers holding onto the food he was trying to feed him, his eyes traced the length of his arm till he reached his face. His soft.. kissable lips curled into a smile, his cheek resting on his other hand, his eyes looking at him expectantly.
He sighed and bit into it again, blushing.
"See? Now, can I have some of that?" Jon said pointing at his friend's milk shake.
"What? But I only got one straw." Damian asked confused.
Jon reached into his pocket pulled out a straw. "How about now?"
"How.. how long have you been carrying that around" Damian asked.
"Long enough" he shrugged, plunging the straw into Damian's milk shake.
Damian sighed, and watched his best friend nearly finish his milkshake before Jon's eyes shot open.
"Wait! I'm sorry uhh uh, why don't you drink with me?" Jon asked. Painfully oblivious to the roller coaster of emotions he's been sending Damian through.
"What?!" Damian asked, feeling his heart thump faster.
"Yeah! I mean, its your drink so...." Jon said, lowering his head till his lips was on the straw.
Damian debated with himself internally on whether or not he should. Finally relenting he decided: If this is as close as he's ever going to get to a date with Jon, he might as well fucking enjoy it.
"Mmn.. fine." Damian said, causing Jon to giggle into the straw, making the drink bubble slightly.
"You cute fucking bastard. Why do you do this to me." He said in his head, before his lips met his straw.
Jon closed his eyes and lazily began to sip away at the extra large milk shake.
While Damian, well he kept his eyes wide open. Eyeing the boy of his dreams, hoping to capture this moment.. to cherish it and go back to it forever. Remembering the almost-date he had with sweet huggable Kent. Oh how he craved to have him in his arms once more.
He eyed Jon's hand, resting on the table as he felt his heart thump faster again. He wanted to rest his palms on Jon's and make this moment perfect. But what would he say? It would be perfect for him, for a split second but then what? What would he say then? What could possibly be his excuse for-
"Damian, I know." Jon's voice broke the silence.
Damian's eye's went wide, milk coming out of his nostrils, coughing hard. He panicked. "No Kent couldn't have. How could he? How would he? He can't read minds, he read his file, and his father's file. Unless he has a new superpower. Jon knows, holy fucking shit. He knows, now what do I do? What do I-"
"I know I have a.. happy effect on people" Jon continued.
"Oh my fucking god." Damian said, breathing in deep slamming his fist against his chest. Relieved, annoyed, and somewhat angry Kent ruined his daydream.
"Wait- what- oh my god Damian, are you alright-" Jon said, concern in his voice before Damian raised his finger at him.
"I'm-" he said, coughing, wiping his nose. "I'm fine." He said, breathing in deep.
"Are you sure? You seem really red.. do you have a fever?" Jon said, touching Damian's forehead, causing him to swat it away.
"I'm fine let's-" Jon cut him off, taking his hand-swat as a sign that his friend is ok.
"Let's ride the ferris wheel!" Jon said, enthusiastically his eyes lighting up as he gazed at the massive ride.
"Jon." Damian began "the line's too long, it'll take fucking ages."
"Awww please! And hey, stop swearing." Jon said
"No, Kent i'm not waiting an hour to spend two in that safety hazard." Damian said, bluntly
"Awww.. please Damian..? For me?" He begged Damian with those same eyes.
Damian relented, slightly annoyed. "TT. Fine."
"Yay! Let's go!" Jon said, a wide smile on his face, as he grabbed Damian and ran towards the line.
Damian, though slightly annoyed couldn't help but notice how Jon didn't let go of his hand, despite how they were already in-line.
His eyes, moved to their hands, Jon holding his firmly, he could feel his heart beat hasten in pace as he looked at Jon's face. His messy hair falling backwards as he looked up at the massive ride.
Damian, couldn't help but blush. He couldn't figure out why Jon was doing this. Holding hands for this long, especially for friends.. well that's normally a red flag. But Jon, Jon didn't seem to mind.
Damian, threw out any possibility for wishful thinking, afraid to be disappointed, afraid of the shame, afraid of the pain. Afraid he'd lose him.
"Mmmn Damian! Can't this line move faster?" Jon complained.
"TT. You were the one saying it'd be worth it." Damian shrugged, Jon still holding onto his hand. He wasn't complaining. He was tempted to squeeze but he wasn't going to push his luck.
"I know.. but can't we do something for it to move faster?" Jon asked.
Damian thought for a moment, he did want to keep holding onto Jon's hand. But being with him in one of the cabs, watching the lights of park and the waters of the bay.. oh yes he would want that.
"Actually." Damian smirked, pulling out his wallet. Jon flashed him a confused look before Damian unveiled his plan.
Damian offered people in the line a hundred dollars each to get out of the line, and not at all shockingly, seeing as its Gotham, everyone obliged to the point he and Jon were at the front of the line.
"Alright. Get in." The employee manning the line said.
Jon let go of Damian's hand to climb into the cart, Damian felt a pang of sadness as he did so before following suit.
Jon had an excited expression in his face as they rose into the air.
"Why are you enjoying this so much? You can fly." Damian asked Jon, raising a brow at him.
"Its.. beautiful." Jon said, watching the lights dance.
"I guess it is." Damian said, beginning to appreciate the view. The faintest sign of a smile tugged at the edges of his lips when he felt Jon's hand rest on his own.
Damian's eyes went wide, a deep blush in his cheeks as he turned to Jon. Jon's attention was aimed at the stars that shone overhead, the boy's mouth agape
Damian looked at Jon confused and felt his soft palm squeeze his hand, making his heart beat faster. He looked away trying to hide the blush when he felt the warmth of Jon's palm on the side of his face, making him face him.
Damian was confused, he was afraid his heart would burst out of his chest. He looked into Jon's eyes, calming sapphires meeting cool emeralds.
Damian froze, he went stiff, his entire body felt like it was made out of stone.. he watched Jon smile sweetly, leaning in. Damian's eyes went wide as he let out all he could muster, a whisper "Jon..?" He asked before Jon's lips met his.
Damian could feel his heart beat, he felt the heat in his cheeks give way as the boy of his dreams kissed him. Jon's lips fit perfectly with his and it wasn't long before Damian began to melt into the kiss.
Damian's eyes softened as he caressed Jon's cheek. He began to kiss more hungrily, running his hand through Jon's messy hair as the other pulled him close. Damian moaned Jon's name into his lips, slipping his hand under Jon's chest he began to caress his bestfriend's chest before it all stopped.
Jon pushed him away, a look of confusion on his face.
"W-why'd you.. why'd you stop..? Damian asked, his voice shaky.
"Damian what were you.. why did you-"
"Tell me what you were doing. Tell me why you were doing it." He said. "NOW Jon"
"I just.. I told you, a while ago." Jon began, "I know I have an effect on people.. and I know i affect you like that too"
"What- what do you mean?" Damian asked
"I can hear your heartbeat, Damian. I know I make you happy when I do certain things. But i'm still pretty new at it. So yeah.. I was doing this.. to make you happy." Jon explained.
Damian's heart shattered.
He smacked Jon across the face.
"You FUCKER. You were hearing anxiety! You were hearing confusion! You were fucking hearing fear!"
Damian felt the warm tears stream down his face.
"F-fear.. you're afraid..?" Jon asked, the very same emotion in his voice. "You're.. afraid of me..?"
"YES, JON. I WAS- I AM AFRAID." damian shouted. "I'm afraid you'd find out.. I'm afraid you'd find out how much I like your fucking laugh, how much I admire your spirit, how much I need your hope, how much fucking crave your presence, how addicted I am to your sweet fucking voice, the warmth of your fucking body, the way you smile, the look i see in your eyes the way I want you to be with me the way i want to be with you the way.. THE WAY I FUCKING LOVE YOU. I FUCKING LOVE YOU JON. I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS. ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY, KENT?! YOU WERE FUCKING HEARING LOVE. ARE YOU HAPPY?!" Damian felt a sharp pang in his chest.
"Then a-fucking-gain I guess I should have expected this why would I think, why the HELL would I think that sweet, lovable, adorable, huggable, cute little Kent would feel the same way." He paused, clutching his chest. "How fucking stupid of me" he spat.
"So now you know, huh?!" He said, crossing his arms over his chest "Now you fucking know I love you, are you ready to leave me? Ready to disappear? Ready for me to lose you? To lose the one person who truly.. made me happy?"
Jon, felt tears well up in his eyes "Damian I-.. I would.. never.. ever.. ever wanna leave you! And I-" his voice hitched in his throat. "I don't care that you.. like me! You'll always be my best friend. So can I.. can I stay your's?" Jon begged
Damian was taken aback by Jon's reaction, he was certain Jon would at least never want to see him again, yet here he was, begging to stay with him.
"Do you.. think you could.. ever" Damian steadied his voice "love me back..?" He asked
Jon didn't respond.
"Then.. you have your answer" Damian felt tears continue to stream down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Jon. I just can't handle it anymore, it hurts too much. It hurts.. so fucking much." He cried. "I can't handle having you so close.. having the boy I love.." he felt himself blush with embarrassment "so close yet I can't have him.. i can never have him.." he turned to look Jon in the eyes. "I can never have you.. and after you.. doing this to me.. holding my hand, sharing a smoothie, feeding me, fucking kissing me..!" Damian sighed "To have it stripped away? I can't, Jon. I'm sorry." Damian let out a pained sigh, looking out towards the bay.
"But what if.." Jon began "what if.. I didn't stop?"
"What the fuck are you saying?" Damian asked.
"What if I give you.." he paused to look Damian in the eyes "what you want? Whenever you want?" Jon felt the blush on his cheeks form, his ears turning red as Damian's darkened even more.
"Do you fucking hear yourself, kent?!" Damian shouted.
"YES! Yes I can! I'm just.. I'm not willing to lose you too.. and if.. that's what's needed, then-" Jon touched Damian's cheek, lightly caressing it making Damian's pause, his breath getting caught in his throat. "I'm willing to do it for you..." Jon said, smiling. Damian couldn't get any redder.
"Are you sure about this..?" Damian asked him.
"I am." Jon said, a determined look on his face, smiling sweetly at Damian.
"Holy.. fucking shit.. you're adorable.." Damian said, giving in, and wrapping his arms around his beloved and kissing his neck.
"Oh Jon.. mmn.. you're and idiot. I hope you know that." Damian said, kissing his neck sweetly, indulging in the scent of Jon's boyish musk
"I- I.. know.. but I'll do it for you." He said, hugging back. Causing Damian to tighten his grip.
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