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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 getting there. Let's go for a slightly harder R for this one)
Notes: Day three, and the sex is getting...something. I'm writing it, anyway, darn it!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just playing with them. Thank you.
Summary: Someone's been sleeping in someone else's bed. Maybe.
Day Three
2:23 AM
*
Connor hadn't been a vigilante hero as long as some. It didn't mean he was bad at it, though.
He wasn't afraid, not of fighting his enemies and his death was only worrisome to him in that he knew how much his parents and friends would be hurt by it. It only helped to make him careful and aware. Lacking a fear of death didn't mean he sought it and he wanted to keep his family close as long as he could.
He knew fear but he was not ruled by it.
Until now.
Connor sat on the floor and stared at his bed.
He'd been thinking about it for the past twenty minutes and so far, he knew this. On one hand, he was very tired and hadn't had a decent night's sleep in several days. So he needed to rest. On the other, any rest he was likely to get would was quite possibly going to be interrupted by the flying Lothario presently on the moon.
It was a dilemma.
Unless…he didn't sleep in this bed. Connor slapped his forehead and groaned. Of course, a guest room! It wasn't like the house didn't have a couple of other rooms to sleep in. At this point, he'd curl up on the floor in the basement if it would give him some sack time.
Oh, yeah. Batman had nothing on him.
Connor snagged a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and went in search of a room that wouldn't have an extra occupant come morning. Somehow, sleeping in just his shorts had lost its appeal.
*
4:53 AM
Slowly, he became aware of two things. The first was that Kyle had found him like some kind of ring-enhanced homing beacon. The next was that he must have been sleeping on his back because Kyle was on top of him.
Lovely.
He bet things like this never happened to Robin.
Connor sighed and didn't bother opening his eyes. Not supposed to wake him, right?
Not supposed to wake him and trying to get him to move would certainly do that. He'd had Kyle do his naughty dog routine on his back the day before so how different could his front—
Oh.
Oh, damn.
This was — really not the same at all.
For starters, the last time he hadn't been looking at Kyle – and yes, it was some relief to see that it was still Kyle – above him with his eyes closed and his breath a warm gust on Connor's face while he, oh, geez, moved and last time the movement hadn't been there.
The hard line of Kyle's cock right next to his own and Kyle shifted his hips, slowly, dragging them together and – oh. Oh.
"Oh." The sound slipped from Connor's mouth. He bit his lip, no noise, no waking Kyle. Not even if that felt embarrassingly good, slow rocking against him and Connor couldn't concentrate, could barely remember to keep breathing because Kyle was kissing his neck, wet, biting little touches and it made him shiver, made him tremble. Kyle had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his ass and – and --
The only place that this wasn't a form of sex was the Clinton administration.
They couldn't do this. He couldn't let Kyle do this, he wasn't even awake, he may as well be getting a quickie from one of his constructs, and Connor couldn't just let this keep happening.
A hot rush of air against his ear was followed by a tongue, wet and clever and Connor tilted his head into it with a gasp, it felt so incredibly, unexpectedly good and for the first time he had some dizzy awareness of why Ollie and Roy might want to do this every opportunity they had.
One of Kyle's hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, squirming upward and it just kept touching him, moving in delicious little circles and pinching his nipple hard enough to make him wince. It was barely a distraction from the main show a little lower, Kyle pushing against him in a sweet sort of rhythm that was absolutely nothing like masturbation.
Not to mention that Kyle was suddenly kissing him and it felt--
Oh, sweet -- !
Whatever little sound he made was lost in Kyle's mouth, against Kyle's tongue which seemed to be making its own fun whether Connor helped or not, and it was like he'd never come before, and he hadn't really, not with help, and Kyle tasted good, hot, felt hotter. He felt it when Kyle came, groaning into Connor's mouth and his pants were no match for the rush of wet heat that wasn't, somehow, quite as disgusting as it had been the day before.
A very long moment until Kyle's breathing reached a normal level and then he rolled off and settled on the other side of the bed, one arm loosely draped over Connor's waist. Snoring slowly resumed.
Connor didn’t move. He wasn't entirely convinced he could or that if he did the world might start melting around him like a lost Dali painting.
He was going to lay here very still and very quiet, and any moment now he was going to wake up and find he had not just had the equivalent of sex with his friend while the man was asleep.
Any minute now.
Any minute.
*
5:17 AM
"Connor?" The outline of a head appeared in Connor's side vision.
"Kyle."
"You know, I'm not positive I want to know the answer to this but…are we in a different room?"
"Yes."
Silence. "But this is still your house, right?"
"Of course."
"Oh, thank god." Kyle dropped his head back on the pillow. "I was … I keep having nightmares that I end up sleeping in the middle of a road or the White House or something."
Apparently he was safe from that unless Connor did it, too. Since he wasn't sure how much of a relief that would be, Connor decided to keep the information to himself for the moment.
Carefully, he turned his head, just until he could see Kyle. He seemed to be squinting at the ceiling. "Did I put us here?"
"You put you here. I put myself here."
Kyle blinked. "All of that was English, but still, all I can think is, 'huh?'"
"This is the guest room. I was planning on letting you have my bed and just sleep here. It didn't quite work the way I hoped." Really not.
"Oh." Kyle leaned up on his elbows and took in the general blandness of the room before venturing, "At least it's a big bed."
Not that that seemed to help. "Yes."
Silence.
"I was talking to J'onn yesterday."
I'll bet you were. "Yes?"
"He said he was confident I was making progress." Kyle sounded distinctly hopeful.
Is that what they called it. If this was progress, Connor wasn't sure he wanted to see Kyle in his cured state. "Mm."
"You think it'd be okay if I took a shower? My hair is –"
"Please do." Please, get out of this bed. "My room is two doors down, help yourself to some clean clothes." With the state of his chastity in danger, worrying about his clothing seemed to be a slightly more useless point than it had been days before.
He waited until Kyle had closed the bedroom door behind him before pulling the pillow over his face. Not that he was trying for asphyxiation; for starters, it was a fairly disgusting way to die, but the pillow seemed better than actually facing the world.
For lack of a better way to put it, this really sucked.
Not just because it was Kyle, and that Kyle was, you know, sleeping through all this even though Connor admitted it was very high on the suckatude scale.
It was just that he was quite used to analyzing himself, and it didn't take a degree and a pile of inkblots to prove that he'd really liked it. Any person who wasn't catatonic would be able to tell he liked it, or someone who wasn't, you know, sleepwalking. They might have some trouble getting it, too.
Liking it was going to be problematic, and again, not just because it was Kyle.
It was one of the more frustrating aspects of his life. People had been trying to drag him out of a closet he'd never even known existed ever since he left the monastery and some part of him just really didn't want to hear a few dozen, "I knew it!'s from around the world. There was enough outside interest in the state of his homo/heterosexuality for Connor to know he didn't want to talk about it again. Ever.
It wasn't that he had a problem with homosexuality, just that everyone around him seemed to have a problem with HIM being homosexual. Which he wasn't, because he liked girls. Not that his record lately would be convincing anyone. Even he wasn't convinced.
The real problem was that it seemed Oliver Queen's son being gay would be a source of great hilarity and Connor wasn't particularly fond of the idea of being the butt of anyone's joke. Not even the universe's.
An alarm was going off somewhere and Connor glanced at the clock in the far corner. Five-thirty, damn.
Moping later, then.
He tugged down the hem of his t-shirt and prayed briefly for no visible stains. It was the least the universe could do for him today.
The bathroom door was still closed but he couldn't hear the shower anymore so Connor knocked, lightly. "Kyle?"
"Yeah?" Muffled by the door.
"Hurry up, will you? It's Wednesday." He knew without saying that if he didn't snag Kyle then Ollie would and, weirdness notwithstanding, it would probably be better if he did it. Connor wasn't sure just how much he wanted to trust the truce between his friend and his dad.
"And this is special, because…?"
"Don't worry. You'll see."
*
12:45 PM
If there was one thing Connor had learned today, and there was actually a lot more than that but he was Not Thinking About The Weirdness, it was that Kyle liked kids.
Fortunately, the feeling seemed to be mutual.
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM!" Kyle sang along with the children waiting in line for their scoop of vanilla, cheerily ignoring Ollie's flagrant eye rolling before he deserted Kyle and Connor to handle the flock of unruly youngsters on their own. Ollie might own the youth center but he was no fool and probably the thought of Kyle elbow-deep in dirty dishes would bring a smile to his face for a week.
Good thing he didn't know what else Kyle was in deep – nope, not thinking about it.
"Thanks, Tiger Woods!" One of the boys saluted him happily with a spoon and ran off to a table.
"Tiger Woods?" Kyle smirked at him as he arranged the last few bowls on the tray.
"I get that a lot." Most of the kids were already sitting with their ice cream and though Kyle wouldn't know it, his dad had bailed on them at exactly the best time. From Ollie's point of view, at least.
Leaving the dishes for them aside, Ollie wouldn't be able to say a word against Kyle's work ethic. Kyle hadn't so much as raised an eyebrow when Connor had told them where they were going, just rolled up his – Connor's – sleeves and pitched in with the same dedication he used when fighting the good fight on the streets.
It reminded Connor of just why he and Kyle were friends.
The last of the ice cream found its proper owner and the dishes were already stacking up. Nothing left now but to clean up. "Can you take the trash to the back?"
"Absolutely not," Kyle said, so fervently that Connor blinked. "I tried that at the house and I was actually afraid for my life when Ollie saw where I put the plastic wrap. He said I ruined his system and I tainted his universe or something, and it was forever soiled, so I'd just as soon never lay a fingernail on his 'system' again."
"Green Lanterns are supposed to be brave."
"Yeah, well, they also aren't supposed to be stupid. You have his blood, he's less likely to spill it. You do it."
"Coward."
"Anything to keep Oliver Queen from yelling to the world that I've soiled his 'system' works for me."
What about soiling his so—
Nope. Definitely not thinking about it.
End Day Three
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17 (It's getting there. Let's go for a slightly harder R for this one)
Notes: Day three, and the sex is getting...something. I'm writing it, anyway, darn it!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just playing with them. Thank you.
Summary: Someone's been sleeping in someone else's bed. Maybe.
Day Three
2:23 AM
*
Connor hadn't been a vigilante hero as long as some. It didn't mean he was bad at it, though.
He wasn't afraid, not of fighting his enemies and his death was only worrisome to him in that he knew how much his parents and friends would be hurt by it. It only helped to make him careful and aware. Lacking a fear of death didn't mean he sought it and he wanted to keep his family close as long as he could.
He knew fear but he was not ruled by it.
Until now.
Connor sat on the floor and stared at his bed.
He'd been thinking about it for the past twenty minutes and so far, he knew this. On one hand, he was very tired and hadn't had a decent night's sleep in several days. So he needed to rest. On the other, any rest he was likely to get would was quite possibly going to be interrupted by the flying Lothario presently on the moon.
It was a dilemma.
Unless…he didn't sleep in this bed. Connor slapped his forehead and groaned. Of course, a guest room! It wasn't like the house didn't have a couple of other rooms to sleep in. At this point, he'd curl up on the floor in the basement if it would give him some sack time.
Oh, yeah. Batman had nothing on him.
Connor snagged a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and went in search of a room that wouldn't have an extra occupant come morning. Somehow, sleeping in just his shorts had lost its appeal.
*
4:53 AM
Slowly, he became aware of two things. The first was that Kyle had found him like some kind of ring-enhanced homing beacon. The next was that he must have been sleeping on his back because Kyle was on top of him.
Lovely.
He bet things like this never happened to Robin.
Connor sighed and didn't bother opening his eyes. Not supposed to wake him, right?
Not supposed to wake him and trying to get him to move would certainly do that. He'd had Kyle do his naughty dog routine on his back the day before so how different could his front—
Oh.
Oh, damn.
This was — really not the same at all.
For starters, the last time he hadn't been looking at Kyle – and yes, it was some relief to see that it was still Kyle – above him with his eyes closed and his breath a warm gust on Connor's face while he, oh, geez, moved and last time the movement hadn't been there.
The hard line of Kyle's cock right next to his own and Kyle shifted his hips, slowly, dragging them together and – oh. Oh.
"Oh." The sound slipped from Connor's mouth. He bit his lip, no noise, no waking Kyle. Not even if that felt embarrassingly good, slow rocking against him and Connor couldn't concentrate, could barely remember to keep breathing because Kyle was kissing his neck, wet, biting little touches and it made him shiver, made him tremble. Kyle had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his ass and – and --
The only place that this wasn't a form of sex was the Clinton administration.
They couldn't do this. He couldn't let Kyle do this, he wasn't even awake, he may as well be getting a quickie from one of his constructs, and Connor couldn't just let this keep happening.
A hot rush of air against his ear was followed by a tongue, wet and clever and Connor tilted his head into it with a gasp, it felt so incredibly, unexpectedly good and for the first time he had some dizzy awareness of why Ollie and Roy might want to do this every opportunity they had.
One of Kyle's hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, squirming upward and it just kept touching him, moving in delicious little circles and pinching his nipple hard enough to make him wince. It was barely a distraction from the main show a little lower, Kyle pushing against him in a sweet sort of rhythm that was absolutely nothing like masturbation.
Not to mention that Kyle was suddenly kissing him and it felt--
Oh, sweet -- !
Whatever little sound he made was lost in Kyle's mouth, against Kyle's tongue which seemed to be making its own fun whether Connor helped or not, and it was like he'd never come before, and he hadn't really, not with help, and Kyle tasted good, hot, felt hotter. He felt it when Kyle came, groaning into Connor's mouth and his pants were no match for the rush of wet heat that wasn't, somehow, quite as disgusting as it had been the day before.
A very long moment until Kyle's breathing reached a normal level and then he rolled off and settled on the other side of the bed, one arm loosely draped over Connor's waist. Snoring slowly resumed.
Connor didn’t move. He wasn't entirely convinced he could or that if he did the world might start melting around him like a lost Dali painting.
He was going to lay here very still and very quiet, and any moment now he was going to wake up and find he had not just had the equivalent of sex with his friend while the man was asleep.
Any minute now.
Any minute.
*
5:17 AM
"Connor?" The outline of a head appeared in Connor's side vision.
"Kyle."
"You know, I'm not positive I want to know the answer to this but…are we in a different room?"
"Yes."
Silence. "But this is still your house, right?"
"Of course."
"Oh, thank god." Kyle dropped his head back on the pillow. "I was … I keep having nightmares that I end up sleeping in the middle of a road or the White House or something."
Apparently he was safe from that unless Connor did it, too. Since he wasn't sure how much of a relief that would be, Connor decided to keep the information to himself for the moment.
Carefully, he turned his head, just until he could see Kyle. He seemed to be squinting at the ceiling. "Did I put us here?"
"You put you here. I put myself here."
Kyle blinked. "All of that was English, but still, all I can think is, 'huh?'"
"This is the guest room. I was planning on letting you have my bed and just sleep here. It didn't quite work the way I hoped." Really not.
"Oh." Kyle leaned up on his elbows and took in the general blandness of the room before venturing, "At least it's a big bed."
Not that that seemed to help. "Yes."
Silence.
"I was talking to J'onn yesterday."
I'll bet you were. "Yes?"
"He said he was confident I was making progress." Kyle sounded distinctly hopeful.
Is that what they called it. If this was progress, Connor wasn't sure he wanted to see Kyle in his cured state. "Mm."
"You think it'd be okay if I took a shower? My hair is –"
"Please do." Please, get out of this bed. "My room is two doors down, help yourself to some clean clothes." With the state of his chastity in danger, worrying about his clothing seemed to be a slightly more useless point than it had been days before.
He waited until Kyle had closed the bedroom door behind him before pulling the pillow over his face. Not that he was trying for asphyxiation; for starters, it was a fairly disgusting way to die, but the pillow seemed better than actually facing the world.
For lack of a better way to put it, this really sucked.
Not just because it was Kyle, and that Kyle was, you know, sleeping through all this even though Connor admitted it was very high on the suckatude scale.
It was just that he was quite used to analyzing himself, and it didn't take a degree and a pile of inkblots to prove that he'd really liked it. Any person who wasn't catatonic would be able to tell he liked it, or someone who wasn't, you know, sleepwalking. They might have some trouble getting it, too.
Liking it was going to be problematic, and again, not just because it was Kyle.
It was one of the more frustrating aspects of his life. People had been trying to drag him out of a closet he'd never even known existed ever since he left the monastery and some part of him just really didn't want to hear a few dozen, "I knew it!'s from around the world. There was enough outside interest in the state of his homo/heterosexuality for Connor to know he didn't want to talk about it again. Ever.
It wasn't that he had a problem with homosexuality, just that everyone around him seemed to have a problem with HIM being homosexual. Which he wasn't, because he liked girls. Not that his record lately would be convincing anyone. Even he wasn't convinced.
The real problem was that it seemed Oliver Queen's son being gay would be a source of great hilarity and Connor wasn't particularly fond of the idea of being the butt of anyone's joke. Not even the universe's.
An alarm was going off somewhere and Connor glanced at the clock in the far corner. Five-thirty, damn.
Moping later, then.
He tugged down the hem of his t-shirt and prayed briefly for no visible stains. It was the least the universe could do for him today.
The bathroom door was still closed but he couldn't hear the shower anymore so Connor knocked, lightly. "Kyle?"
"Yeah?" Muffled by the door.
"Hurry up, will you? It's Wednesday." He knew without saying that if he didn't snag Kyle then Ollie would and, weirdness notwithstanding, it would probably be better if he did it. Connor wasn't sure just how much he wanted to trust the truce between his friend and his dad.
"And this is special, because…?"
"Don't worry. You'll see."
*
12:45 PM
If there was one thing Connor had learned today, and there was actually a lot more than that but he was Not Thinking About The Weirdness, it was that Kyle liked kids.
Fortunately, the feeling seemed to be mutual.
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM!" Kyle sang along with the children waiting in line for their scoop of vanilla, cheerily ignoring Ollie's flagrant eye rolling before he deserted Kyle and Connor to handle the flock of unruly youngsters on their own. Ollie might own the youth center but he was no fool and probably the thought of Kyle elbow-deep in dirty dishes would bring a smile to his face for a week.
Good thing he didn't know what else Kyle was in deep – nope, not thinking about it.
"Thanks, Tiger Woods!" One of the boys saluted him happily with a spoon and ran off to a table.
"Tiger Woods?" Kyle smirked at him as he arranged the last few bowls on the tray.
"I get that a lot." Most of the kids were already sitting with their ice cream and though Kyle wouldn't know it, his dad had bailed on them at exactly the best time. From Ollie's point of view, at least.
Leaving the dishes for them aside, Ollie wouldn't be able to say a word against Kyle's work ethic. Kyle hadn't so much as raised an eyebrow when Connor had told them where they were going, just rolled up his – Connor's – sleeves and pitched in with the same dedication he used when fighting the good fight on the streets.
It reminded Connor of just why he and Kyle were friends.
The last of the ice cream found its proper owner and the dishes were already stacking up. Nothing left now but to clean up. "Can you take the trash to the back?"
"Absolutely not," Kyle said, so fervently that Connor blinked. "I tried that at the house and I was actually afraid for my life when Ollie saw where I put the plastic wrap. He said I ruined his system and I tainted his universe or something, and it was forever soiled, so I'd just as soon never lay a fingernail on his 'system' again."
"Green Lanterns are supposed to be brave."
"Yeah, well, they also aren't supposed to be stupid. You have his blood, he's less likely to spill it. You do it."
"Coward."
"Anything to keep Oliver Queen from yelling to the world that I've soiled his 'system' works for me."
What about soiling his so—
Nope. Definitely not thinking about it.
End Day Three
