Clark loved the holidays, it was the prime time for festivities, camaraderie and family. Maybe it was the country boy in him, since Ma and Pa have ingrained the importance of holidays to him ever since he was a child. Nowadays, he found always himself enveloped with the holiday spirit nearing the end of the year. However, he was also aware that not everybody was in a festive mood during the holidays
He started to enforce a mandatory Justice League holiday celebration every December just to have all his loved ones in social gathering, meant to spread joy and camaraderie between his teammates and their respective families. For the most part, everyone seemed to appreciate the sentiment aside from some shallow protests from certain personalities. Besides, they all innately knew that the life of a cape is volatile, so moments of reprieve like this were rare, far-between and completely appreciated.
Right now, Clark was relishing in all the laughter, bright decorations and happy faces that filled the room. In the corner of his eye, he could even see Bruce starting to loosen up a little bit as he was roped into building gingerbread houses with the youngest capes. Clark silently patted himself on the back for another successful Justice League holiday get-together as he made his way to the buffet table to finally indulge himself. But before he could grab a plate and help himself, a new presence startled him.
“Oh, Tim! I didn’t see you there!” Clark chuckled as he regained his composure at Tim’s sudden presence. Tim was dressed in an adorable oversized ugly sweater that enveloped his entire lithe frame and a wide smile. It warmed Clark’s heart seeing another person get into the holiday spirit. “Could I help you with anything?”
Tim looked up at him and softly asked. “Clark, could you I pull you aside for a moment?”
This took Clark at surprise with Tim’s unusual somber tone. He took a quick scan around them and saw that everyone seemed to be caught up in their own activities to pay them any notice.
“Sure.” Anxiety started to pool in his iron-clad stomach as he ushered the young hero into a nearby empty office space. “Is everything alright?”
Those piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through him, before Tim carefully asked. “Clark, would you fuck me?”
Clark was in completely disbelief, whether it was due to the filthy words that came out of Timothy’s mouth or the whole situation. “Excuse me?”
“Would you have sex with me?” Timothy repeated slowly, his gaze unwavering.
“This is highly inappropriate, Red Robin.” Clark gritted through his teeth yet he made no effort to leave the room. He had hoped the use of Tim’s vigilante name was enough to dissuade the younger boy, but all he was met was a noticeable glint in Timothy’s eye.
“We’re not on the clock.” Tim easily replied as if he hadn’t just asked a man he knew for most of his life if he was fuckable. “I’m not asking you as a colleague, nor as my uncle Clark. I’m asking you as a man, would you fuck me?”
It was clear that Timothy wouldn’t take avoidance as an answer. Despite his meta strength, it was as if Clark was pinned on the spot, unable to escape Timothy’s gaze.
Clark tried to reason out with him as guilt pooled in his stomach, the longer he stayed with the younger hero. “Tim, my wife is literally in the other room.”
Timothy rolled his eyes, unamused. “It’s just a question, not an invitation.”
Clark found himself asking softly. “Why?”
“I just want to know if I’m appealing to guys your age.” Timothy replied after a sweet hum as he tilted his head back.
“I’m more than twice your age, Tim,” replied Clark as he started to think of other capes within his age range, beyond the door. He wondered if Tim had ever accosted them like this, he wasn’t sure what answer made him feel better.
Tim lets out an amused giggle. “Obviously.”
Clark hated how much that stung internally. “I think you should be more worried about what guys your age are thinking.”
“Guys my age would fuck anything with a hole.” Timothy let out an unamused scoff. “Kon and Jon had the same exact answer if you were wondering.”
Clark was in disbelief as several thoughts raced through his mind, mainly of Tim asking Kon and Jon if they would fuck him. He had secretly hoped that neither of them took up his offer. “You’ve asked my sons?”
“Stop beating around the bush, Mr. Kent.” The latter part of the reply echoed in Clark’s mind. Mr. Kent… Tim never called him that, it was always Clark or Superman. Furthermore, the way Tim had said it, voice dripped with intoxication yet venomous honey was enough to send shivers down the Kryptonian’s spine. The sound of Timothy’s sweet laughter rang in the room. “Answer my question.”
After a beat of silence, Clark finally let out a reply that seared through his tongue. “Yes, I would.”
“Interesting.” A wide Cheshire grin formed on Timothy’s mouth upon hearing answer, looking far too pleased with himself as if he already knew the answer before he even asked. “See, was that so hard?”
Clark could already feel his own body betraying him with cock twitching in interest. “May I go now?”
Those bright blue irises were still pinned on me as the boy stared at him akin to a predator playing with its prey. “If you weren’t married, would you fuck me or Lois first?”
In a burst of strength, Clark managed to find his resolve, yet the concern of its duration and durability lingered in the back of his mind. “I am not answering that question.”
“Fine.” Tim groaned out paired with an eye-roll. For a moment, Clark thought he finally found his reprieve, but it was quickly followed by another question. “If you had a chance to fuck me without anybody knowing, especially your family, would you do it?”
Timothy was clearly toying with him and looking for a particular answer. There was only one way out of this conversation. Clark let out an exhale of breath before responding. “If I answer this, will you finally go back to the party and pester somebody else, preferably somebody your own age.”
“Yup.” Tim replied with a pop, lips wet from his tongue.
“I’d keep you all to myself.” Clark quietly confessed, hoping that his words would reach nobody but Tim.
Tim turned his gaze away before asking. “Hm, so if the paragon of goodness himself would take the chance to fuck me, then why wouldn’t he?”
The question lingered in the air as Clark wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to this. It was obvious that Timothy was pining over somebody who didn’t quite reciprocate his feelings, somebody Clark’s age and personal morals didn’t take quite the priority. There was a pang in Clark’s chest upon the realization that Tim had only truly wanted his opinion and nothing else. He allowed himself to take a good look at Tim, if only he was younger and hadn’t met Lois then he would’ve been all over the ravenette. In truth, he can’t fathom somebody giving up the chance of being loved by Tim, as beyond all the beauty, he saw firsthand how loving the third Robin could be.
“He must be a complete fool then.” Clark offered the boy, hoping he would hear the sincerity of his words.
“Thanks for being honest, Clark.” Tim bid his farewell, leaving the room.
After regaining his composure, and willing his obvious arousal down, he finally left the room a few minutes after Tim. Thankfully, nobody had seem to notice their brief disappearance until he noticed a gaze locked in on him, a quick peek confirmed his suspicions. Clark didn’t know what he should be more worried about, the fact that he was met with the sight of his best friend, Bruce staring at him with a piercing glare or the scene had caught in the corner of his eye of Tim dragging Red Hood into an empty room.
