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keelywolfeSix Days, Seven Nights
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17 (It's probably at R right now.)
Notes: Day Two, and I'm still writing. Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just playing with them. Thank you.
Summary: Someone's still sleeping in my bed and he's...oh. Right.
Day Two
*
4:36 AM
It was possible his guilt complex needed a little work. Begging off patrol early on account of practically no sleep the day before was a perfectly reasonable excuse. Mia and Ollie could handle the seedier side of Star City for one night and neither one of them had so much as blinked about it. So it had to be a guilt complex; it was the only explanation for why he'd wake up so early on a day meant for sleeping in.
Unless it was the very human-feeling furnace pressed up against his back with an equally human arm draped over his waist. This was not how he remembered going to bed last night. Connor was quite sure he would not have forgotten about bringing one of these with him.
In fact, he was positive he'd gone to sleep alone the night before because that was how he always went to sleep. Alone, without any other creature, animal, or mineral aside from the normal ones like pillows and blankets.
"Kyle?" he whispered and immediately felt stupid. Like a sleeping person was going to answer him. Who else did he know was having bed hopping issues that had nothing to do with sex? Surely J'onn would have mentioned if there was a sudden rash of superheroes wandering into alternate beds at night. A brief flashing thought of Superman sneaking into Batman's bed was enough to wake him up completely.
Stupid, maybe, but if it wasn't Kyle slobbering on his back, he really, really wanted to know. Warily, Connor sat up enough to look behind him. Dark hair, faint snore, glowing green ring? Check. Unless Hal had taken up sleepwalking too, it was Kyle.
Connor flopped back down and took back his portion of the pillow before Kyle could finish an attempted theft. Heck with it, it was too early to care. Besides, aside from being a little cuddly, Kyle was pretty warm. Comfortable, even, although the whole drooling thing was going to become an issue if Kyle kept winding up here until they figured out why he was wandering in his sleep. It would probably be drier to cuddle with a Saint Bernard, geez, did they have drool patches, like those things for snoring…oh.
Um, okay. Connor swallowed, hard. That wasn't cuddly. That felt a lot more like Kyle rubbing against him which was at least the creepiest thing that had happened this month. Maybe this year – no, there was still the bank robbery by Jell-o incident, so Kyle took a distant second. Except for the fact that Kyle seemed to have another early morning problem aside from drooling, a very hard problem that he was rubbing against Connor's ass and…oh, fuck.
J'onn had NOT mentioned this as a side effect.
Kyle was making soft, breathy, whimpery little sounds against Connor's ear, and his breath was sour and damp, and he didn't have Connor in anything like a pin, just that one arm around him but – J'onn had said not to wake him up. Had, in fact, said that waking him up could be very bad and one just didn't shrug off J'onn's idea of very bad unless one wanted their internal organs rearranged in a more feng shui manner.
Worse, he could even admit it wasn't the most horrible thing he'd ever felt before. Creepy, sure, but Kyle was still warm and Connor was still tired, and his own dick seemed perfectly willing to harden in sympathy.
Breathing, breathing was a good thing and Connor struggled to keep it deep and even, and tried hard not to match the rhythm Kyle was working with. Just breathe and then he'd figure out a way to deal with this that wouldn't wake Kyle up.
The bed was starting to make little creaking sounds, not really loud but enough that Connor made a brief but fervent prayer that Mia and his dad were not back from patrol yet. Never before had he prayed for an increase in the crime in Star City, but he'd also never felt a hard dick rubbing his butt either, so today would be a day for firsts.
A hand that wasn't his own sliding into his boxer shorts was another one and half-panicked, Connor grabbed Kyle's hand and held it, laced his fingers with Kyle's and that seemed to satisfy him. In more ways than one; Kyle made a shuddery little sound and then relaxed, pressing his forehead between Connor's shoulder blades. His sweaty forehead, which wasn't much better than, ugh, the rapidly cooling, wet sensation somewhat lower.
Connor was never complaining about drooling again. Ever.
He supposed this was one way of dealing with the problem.
After a moment, snoring resumed. Connor didn't move for a few minutes longer, fear of the redecoration of his intestines not even a part of the reason he wanted Kyle to stay asleep anymore. Never in his life had he been so grateful for his training than this moment when it allowed him to squirm away from his friend's renewed and much creepier cuddling fetish. Kyle made one noise, a loud, snuffling groan and then he'd let go and rolled over on his back.
Now would probably be a good time to call J'onn. Connor took one step towards the door, wrinkled his nose, and then went to his dresser. New boxers first, then he'd call J'onn and tell him…what? Connor paused, fresh underclothes halfway up his legs.
What exactly would he tell J'onn? J'onn had said to call if it got too weird, but exactly how weird was that? It wasn't like there was a weirdness scale from one to ten. Was morning wood considered extremely weird, or only if you got rid of it rubbing against the other unwilling occupant of the bed? Or, well, he hadn't exactly tried to fight Kyle off, what if he'd thought it was a willing occupant or he'd been dreaming of someone else entirely? Maybe if Connor hadn't been there he'd just have used the pillow or his hand, or…well. Okay. Maybe this wasn't quite weird enough to call J'onn. Not yet.
But…so much for the bed hopping not being about sex.
Connor added a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, no longer quite as willing to sit around in his underwear as he had been a half hour earlier. He settled into one corner of the room and closed his eyes, slowly evening his breathing. A half hour of meditating wasn't going to change anything but it might help him straighten out his thinking so he could decide what to do.
His first real sexual experience with another person and they hadn't even been awake.
There were times when meditation seemed entirely beyond the tasks he set for it.
*
5:45 AM
"Oh, you're wearing pants," Mia said, disappointed, when Kyle hesitantly stepped into the kitchen. Connor did not look up, keeping his interest completely on his whole-grain cereal. His father was behind him, making some sort of god awful chili and egg monstrosity that Connor had no intention of warning Kyle about.
A failed attempt at meditation and a cold shower hadn't given him much perspective yet this morning.
He could hear Kyle pushing his fingers through his hair nervously and had no doubt he was turning a brilliant shade of red. Pale skin, Irish blood, Kyle was doomed to visibly blush forever. "I've been informed that pants are a requirement in your homestead."
Mia gave Ollie a sly look. "Gee, that must be a new rule."
He smacked her lightly. "Eat, Miss Thing. You have school." Ollie shoved Kyle in the direction of a chair. "You might as well eat, too. We can try to have some form of hospitality around here, even if it is the ass crack of dawn."
"Even if I'm sort of forcing myself on you guys?" Something in Kyle's voice finally made Connor glance up. Kyle was looking at hands, twisting the ring on his finger like it was some toy designed to relieve stress. "Look, I know this is all really – I'm just – "
He trailed off, looking more than a little lost, enough that Connor almost reached out to touch him, if Mia hadn't done it first. Stood right up and just hugged him and after a moment of startled hesitation, Kyle hugged her back, tightly.
Connor wondered if maybe he wasn't being the greatest friend lately and it didn't have anything to do with guilt complexes, at all.
Kyle was having a rough time of it, he knew that. If the fading bruises his father and Kyle both still had from bringing Hal Jordan, literally, back from the dead didn't tell him that then simple knowledge of everything else that Kyle had been through lately should. Dumped by his girlfriend, beaten up by intergalactic beings, and even thinking his mother had been murdered. It was probably lucky all he was doing was sleepwalking.
It made not forgiving him for an unintentional morning rub-off unthinkable. Sex just made Connor feel like – like he had no idea what was going on or what he should do, and it was not a feeling that sat well with him. But that was hardly Kyle's problem; he had more than enough of his own.
Mia finally let him go, ruffling Kyle's hair in a move that was, probably, more about comforting him than feeling him up, and Connor doubted he was the only one who saw Kyle hastily rub a hand over his eyes. Just as well, every person in his family was a classic sucker for a hard luck case and a glance at Ollie confirmed it. Oliver Queen had a decent habit of picking up strays even if he didn't know quite what to do with them after that. Kyle was going to be a welcome morning addition, for now.
The yowl of the smoke alarm broke the moment and then it was just a typical morning with Ollie swearing and flapping a towel at the black smoke pouring from the toaster. Mia dragging the fire extinguisher out from under the sink, ignoring Ollie's command that he did not need that damned thing and the only thing new about it was the little green mice with suction cups on their feet who were taking the batteries out of the smoke alarm.
"Never liked that damned toaster, anyway," Ollie muttered, tossing the newly mangled appliance into the trash bin. "Guess you might be useful around here, new kid."
Kyle grinned. "Yeah, that's me. He cooks, he cleans, he can kill a smoke detector with a single mouse, but don't ask about the windows." The grin faded, a little. "Thanks, Ollie."
Connor studiously did not look at either of them. Sure, give the gratitude to the guy whose bed you didn't expose to your DNA, Kyle, thanks ever so much.
"No problem, kid," Ollie said gruffly. He slapped Kyle on the back and shoved a plate of dubious chili-eggs in front of him. "Eat up, plenty more where that came from."
Connor still didn't feel much like talking but he wasn't completely cruel. He did get Kyle a glass of milk before he tasted the eggs.
He was a hero, after all.
End Day Two
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17 (It's probably at R right now.)
Notes: Day Two, and I'm still writing. Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just playing with them. Thank you.
Summary: Someone's still sleeping in my bed and he's...oh. Right.
Day Two
*
4:36 AM
It was possible his guilt complex needed a little work. Begging off patrol early on account of practically no sleep the day before was a perfectly reasonable excuse. Mia and Ollie could handle the seedier side of Star City for one night and neither one of them had so much as blinked about it. So it had to be a guilt complex; it was the only explanation for why he'd wake up so early on a day meant for sleeping in.
Unless it was the very human-feeling furnace pressed up against his back with an equally human arm draped over his waist. This was not how he remembered going to bed last night. Connor was quite sure he would not have forgotten about bringing one of these with him.
In fact, he was positive he'd gone to sleep alone the night before because that was how he always went to sleep. Alone, without any other creature, animal, or mineral aside from the normal ones like pillows and blankets.
"Kyle?" he whispered and immediately felt stupid. Like a sleeping person was going to answer him. Who else did he know was having bed hopping issues that had nothing to do with sex? Surely J'onn would have mentioned if there was a sudden rash of superheroes wandering into alternate beds at night. A brief flashing thought of Superman sneaking into Batman's bed was enough to wake him up completely.
Stupid, maybe, but if it wasn't Kyle slobbering on his back, he really, really wanted to know. Warily, Connor sat up enough to look behind him. Dark hair, faint snore, glowing green ring? Check. Unless Hal had taken up sleepwalking too, it was Kyle.
Connor flopped back down and took back his portion of the pillow before Kyle could finish an attempted theft. Heck with it, it was too early to care. Besides, aside from being a little cuddly, Kyle was pretty warm. Comfortable, even, although the whole drooling thing was going to become an issue if Kyle kept winding up here until they figured out why he was wandering in his sleep. It would probably be drier to cuddle with a Saint Bernard, geez, did they have drool patches, like those things for snoring…oh.
Um, okay. Connor swallowed, hard. That wasn't cuddly. That felt a lot more like Kyle rubbing against him which was at least the creepiest thing that had happened this month. Maybe this year – no, there was still the bank robbery by Jell-o incident, so Kyle took a distant second. Except for the fact that Kyle seemed to have another early morning problem aside from drooling, a very hard problem that he was rubbing against Connor's ass and…oh, fuck.
J'onn had NOT mentioned this as a side effect.
Kyle was making soft, breathy, whimpery little sounds against Connor's ear, and his breath was sour and damp, and he didn't have Connor in anything like a pin, just that one arm around him but – J'onn had said not to wake him up. Had, in fact, said that waking him up could be very bad and one just didn't shrug off J'onn's idea of very bad unless one wanted their internal organs rearranged in a more feng shui manner.
Worse, he could even admit it wasn't the most horrible thing he'd ever felt before. Creepy, sure, but Kyle was still warm and Connor was still tired, and his own dick seemed perfectly willing to harden in sympathy.
Breathing, breathing was a good thing and Connor struggled to keep it deep and even, and tried hard not to match the rhythm Kyle was working with. Just breathe and then he'd figure out a way to deal with this that wouldn't wake Kyle up.
The bed was starting to make little creaking sounds, not really loud but enough that Connor made a brief but fervent prayer that Mia and his dad were not back from patrol yet. Never before had he prayed for an increase in the crime in Star City, but he'd also never felt a hard dick rubbing his butt either, so today would be a day for firsts.
A hand that wasn't his own sliding into his boxer shorts was another one and half-panicked, Connor grabbed Kyle's hand and held it, laced his fingers with Kyle's and that seemed to satisfy him. In more ways than one; Kyle made a shuddery little sound and then relaxed, pressing his forehead between Connor's shoulder blades. His sweaty forehead, which wasn't much better than, ugh, the rapidly cooling, wet sensation somewhat lower.
Connor was never complaining about drooling again. Ever.
He supposed this was one way of dealing with the problem.
After a moment, snoring resumed. Connor didn't move for a few minutes longer, fear of the redecoration of his intestines not even a part of the reason he wanted Kyle to stay asleep anymore. Never in his life had he been so grateful for his training than this moment when it allowed him to squirm away from his friend's renewed and much creepier cuddling fetish. Kyle made one noise, a loud, snuffling groan and then he'd let go and rolled over on his back.
Now would probably be a good time to call J'onn. Connor took one step towards the door, wrinkled his nose, and then went to his dresser. New boxers first, then he'd call J'onn and tell him…what? Connor paused, fresh underclothes halfway up his legs.
What exactly would he tell J'onn? J'onn had said to call if it got too weird, but exactly how weird was that? It wasn't like there was a weirdness scale from one to ten. Was morning wood considered extremely weird, or only if you got rid of it rubbing against the other unwilling occupant of the bed? Or, well, he hadn't exactly tried to fight Kyle off, what if he'd thought it was a willing occupant or he'd been dreaming of someone else entirely? Maybe if Connor hadn't been there he'd just have used the pillow or his hand, or…well. Okay. Maybe this wasn't quite weird enough to call J'onn. Not yet.
But…so much for the bed hopping not being about sex.
Connor added a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, no longer quite as willing to sit around in his underwear as he had been a half hour earlier. He settled into one corner of the room and closed his eyes, slowly evening his breathing. A half hour of meditating wasn't going to change anything but it might help him straighten out his thinking so he could decide what to do.
His first real sexual experience with another person and they hadn't even been awake.
There were times when meditation seemed entirely beyond the tasks he set for it.
*
5:45 AM
"Oh, you're wearing pants," Mia said, disappointed, when Kyle hesitantly stepped into the kitchen. Connor did not look up, keeping his interest completely on his whole-grain cereal. His father was behind him, making some sort of god awful chili and egg monstrosity that Connor had no intention of warning Kyle about.
A failed attempt at meditation and a cold shower hadn't given him much perspective yet this morning.
He could hear Kyle pushing his fingers through his hair nervously and had no doubt he was turning a brilliant shade of red. Pale skin, Irish blood, Kyle was doomed to visibly blush forever. "I've been informed that pants are a requirement in your homestead."
Mia gave Ollie a sly look. "Gee, that must be a new rule."
He smacked her lightly. "Eat, Miss Thing. You have school." Ollie shoved Kyle in the direction of a chair. "You might as well eat, too. We can try to have some form of hospitality around here, even if it is the ass crack of dawn."
"Even if I'm sort of forcing myself on you guys?" Something in Kyle's voice finally made Connor glance up. Kyle was looking at hands, twisting the ring on his finger like it was some toy designed to relieve stress. "Look, I know this is all really – I'm just – "
He trailed off, looking more than a little lost, enough that Connor almost reached out to touch him, if Mia hadn't done it first. Stood right up and just hugged him and after a moment of startled hesitation, Kyle hugged her back, tightly.
Connor wondered if maybe he wasn't being the greatest friend lately and it didn't have anything to do with guilt complexes, at all.
Kyle was having a rough time of it, he knew that. If the fading bruises his father and Kyle both still had from bringing Hal Jordan, literally, back from the dead didn't tell him that then simple knowledge of everything else that Kyle had been through lately should. Dumped by his girlfriend, beaten up by intergalactic beings, and even thinking his mother had been murdered. It was probably lucky all he was doing was sleepwalking.
It made not forgiving him for an unintentional morning rub-off unthinkable. Sex just made Connor feel like – like he had no idea what was going on or what he should do, and it was not a feeling that sat well with him. But that was hardly Kyle's problem; he had more than enough of his own.
Mia finally let him go, ruffling Kyle's hair in a move that was, probably, more about comforting him than feeling him up, and Connor doubted he was the only one who saw Kyle hastily rub a hand over his eyes. Just as well, every person in his family was a classic sucker for a hard luck case and a glance at Ollie confirmed it. Oliver Queen had a decent habit of picking up strays even if he didn't know quite what to do with them after that. Kyle was going to be a welcome morning addition, for now.
The yowl of the smoke alarm broke the moment and then it was just a typical morning with Ollie swearing and flapping a towel at the black smoke pouring from the toaster. Mia dragging the fire extinguisher out from under the sink, ignoring Ollie's command that he did not need that damned thing and the only thing new about it was the little green mice with suction cups on their feet who were taking the batteries out of the smoke alarm.
"Never liked that damned toaster, anyway," Ollie muttered, tossing the newly mangled appliance into the trash bin. "Guess you might be useful around here, new kid."
Kyle grinned. "Yeah, that's me. He cooks, he cleans, he can kill a smoke detector with a single mouse, but don't ask about the windows." The grin faded, a little. "Thanks, Ollie."
Connor studiously did not look at either of them. Sure, give the gratitude to the guy whose bed you didn't expose to your DNA, Kyle, thanks ever so much.
"No problem, kid," Ollie said gruffly. He slapped Kyle on the back and shoved a plate of dubious chili-eggs in front of him. "Eat up, plenty more where that came from."
Connor still didn't feel much like talking but he wasn't completely cruel. He did get Kyle a glass of milk before he tasted the eggs.
He was a hero, after all.
End Day Two
