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riseupwithfists) wrote2010-02-04 03:03 pm
riseupwithfists) wrote2010-02-04 03:03 pm
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and time is just a hunger/it bleeds us out to nothing
So Tim was like this: Cue the Strings - Low
But now he's more like this: Walk Into the Sea - Low Still depressio as all hell, but at least a little more chipper about it.
Anyway, as delightful as Tim and Kon's interactions have been, someone's been missing.
Once Tim initiates a hug for the fourth time that weekend, Bart knows that something must be said. “Okay, two things!” He settles on the back of the couch, not quite able to wedge himself between Tim and Kon; Tim's too busy holding on for dear life to make room. “One: Red Robin is a burger chain, not a valid hero identity, though I promise to always support you even during your more unfortunate costuming choices.”
“I appreciate that,” Tim says into Kon's shoulder.
“Two,” Bart continues, “you both need to make out and get it over with. I say this not to be mean-spirited or to cast aspersions upon the importance of the male friendship bond, but in the spirit of sincerely believing that you two are in romantic love with each other rather than platonic.”
Kon's progressed from awkwardly patting Tim's arm and shoulder to sliding a hand up his back, but at this he pauses. “Huh what?”
Bart swallows the explanation about homosociality and the matrix of sexual desire and tries to stay on track. “I mean, I saw the potential there before-” Bart can't verbalize past 'before'. They have to keep it vague, have to keep the past from dragging them down again. “But now you, Kon, are no longer making borderline homophobic jokes in an effort to reinforce your masculinity. And Tim has a new found demonstrativeness and is hugging on purpose. A lot. By Tim standards, that's a blatant sexual proposition.”
Tim ducks and pulls away a little, his hands retreating to his lap. “Bart,” he says quietly, but not with exasperation, which is a good sign. “You're not being entirely fair. Or accurate.” He's never been quite able to train himself out of blushing.
“Oh, come off it, Tim,” Kon says with a leer. “You totally want this.” But it's said with enough bravado to keep plausible deniability, which isn't helping.
Tim ducks his head away and makes a affronted duckling pout, and now the two of them are just falling into old habits which won't get them anywhere. Any moment now, Kon will say something dudely and awful and Tim will threaten to tase him, and then they'll both fall into denial again. Bart decides to go for the hard sell. “You have something special between you that can't be denied,” he says, well aware that he sounds like a Lifetime original movie, “and you have to take advantage of that in the life we live. Moments have to be taken, diems have to be carpe'd!” Bart knows that he's edging into what people expect him to sound like, that he's coming close to pretending, but it has to come out like this. This is the only way he knows to say the words. “You can't just wait around forever for what you want. I thought we all learned that.”
Kon has a hand on Tim's knee, an anchor to keep him grounded. Bart smiles, knowing that it's not the same smile he had before- before all of this. He feels too old in this skin.
You have to take every chance for happiness that you get. He thinks of Valerie's face, Valerie's laugh, how he might as well still be dead to her now. You have to grab it while you can.
With a swiftness that would make an Allen proud, Tim launches himself into Kon's lap, throwing his arms around Kon's neck to reel him in. He kisses at first like they're going off to war, like this is all they get, but then it smoothes and settles and Kon groans and grabs his hair, and then they're off to the races.
Bart watches them make out appreciatively for a couple of minutes. “You two,” he declares, “have grown up pretty hot. Also, Kon? You might wanna go a little more gently with the hands there before you tear his hair out of his scalp.”
“Being careful,” Kon mumbles between kisses. “S'nice hair.”
“You.” Tim's pulled off, but not away; he rests his head on Kon's collarbone. He reaches for Bart's hand and squeezes it with a fierceness. “You're not getting away from us that easy.”
And Bart grins and inwardly cheers, because triple secret bonus points. “Well, yeah. I've only been waiting for this forever.” Years, decades, maybe, or perhaps just as long as it takes to take a breath. He wriggles his way into the embrace, and Tim and Kon both look at him like they understand exactly what he's been through. Even if they don't, they're still here, after hell and high water, and sometimes that's all you can ask for. “I love you both too, you know.”
Tim answers that by turning his urgent mouth to Bart's. Kon loops a massive arm around Bart and pulls him even closer. If his hands weren't busy, if he didn't need to stay entirely in this moment for as long as he could, Bart would totally fistpump.
I love how I was making fun of the "Bart tells it like it is" trope less than forty-eight hours ago, and now I am wallowing in it with gleeful abandon.
And a link which is related if you squint the right way: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
But now he's more like this: Walk Into the Sea - Low Still depressio as all hell, but at least a little more chipper about it.
Anyway, as delightful as Tim and Kon's interactions have been, someone's been missing.
Once Tim initiates a hug for the fourth time that weekend, Bart knows that something must be said. “Okay, two things!” He settles on the back of the couch, not quite able to wedge himself between Tim and Kon; Tim's too busy holding on for dear life to make room. “One: Red Robin is a burger chain, not a valid hero identity, though I promise to always support you even during your more unfortunate costuming choices.”
“I appreciate that,” Tim says into Kon's shoulder.
“Two,” Bart continues, “you both need to make out and get it over with. I say this not to be mean-spirited or to cast aspersions upon the importance of the male friendship bond, but in the spirit of sincerely believing that you two are in romantic love with each other rather than platonic.”
Kon's progressed from awkwardly patting Tim's arm and shoulder to sliding a hand up his back, but at this he pauses. “Huh what?”
Bart swallows the explanation about homosociality and the matrix of sexual desire and tries to stay on track. “I mean, I saw the potential there before-” Bart can't verbalize past 'before'. They have to keep it vague, have to keep the past from dragging them down again. “But now you, Kon, are no longer making borderline homophobic jokes in an effort to reinforce your masculinity. And Tim has a new found demonstrativeness and is hugging on purpose. A lot. By Tim standards, that's a blatant sexual proposition.”
Tim ducks and pulls away a little, his hands retreating to his lap. “Bart,” he says quietly, but not with exasperation, which is a good sign. “You're not being entirely fair. Or accurate.” He's never been quite able to train himself out of blushing.
“Oh, come off it, Tim,” Kon says with a leer. “You totally want this.” But it's said with enough bravado to keep plausible deniability, which isn't helping.
Tim ducks his head away and makes a affronted duckling pout, and now the two of them are just falling into old habits which won't get them anywhere. Any moment now, Kon will say something dudely and awful and Tim will threaten to tase him, and then they'll both fall into denial again. Bart decides to go for the hard sell. “You have something special between you that can't be denied,” he says, well aware that he sounds like a Lifetime original movie, “and you have to take advantage of that in the life we live. Moments have to be taken, diems have to be carpe'd!” Bart knows that he's edging into what people expect him to sound like, that he's coming close to pretending, but it has to come out like this. This is the only way he knows to say the words. “You can't just wait around forever for what you want. I thought we all learned that.”
Kon has a hand on Tim's knee, an anchor to keep him grounded. Bart smiles, knowing that it's not the same smile he had before- before all of this. He feels too old in this skin.
You have to take every chance for happiness that you get. He thinks of Valerie's face, Valerie's laugh, how he might as well still be dead to her now. You have to grab it while you can.
With a swiftness that would make an Allen proud, Tim launches himself into Kon's lap, throwing his arms around Kon's neck to reel him in. He kisses at first like they're going off to war, like this is all they get, but then it smoothes and settles and Kon groans and grabs his hair, and then they're off to the races.
Bart watches them make out appreciatively for a couple of minutes. “You two,” he declares, “have grown up pretty hot. Also, Kon? You might wanna go a little more gently with the hands there before you tear his hair out of his scalp.”
“Being careful,” Kon mumbles between kisses. “S'nice hair.”
“You.” Tim's pulled off, but not away; he rests his head on Kon's collarbone. He reaches for Bart's hand and squeezes it with a fierceness. “You're not getting away from us that easy.”
And Bart grins and inwardly cheers, because triple secret bonus points. “Well, yeah. I've only been waiting for this forever.” Years, decades, maybe, or perhaps just as long as it takes to take a breath. He wriggles his way into the embrace, and Tim and Kon both look at him like they understand exactly what he's been through. Even if they don't, they're still here, after hell and high water, and sometimes that's all you can ask for. “I love you both too, you know.”
Tim answers that by turning his urgent mouth to Bart's. Kon loops a massive arm around Bart and pulls him even closer. If his hands weren't busy, if he didn't need to stay entirely in this moment for as long as he could, Bart would totally fistpump.
I love how I was making fun of the "Bart tells it like it is" trope less than forty-eight hours ago, and now I am wallowing in it with gleeful abandon.
And a link which is related if you squint the right way: AHAHAHAHAHAHA.