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It was a morning like any other morning (when they got to have mornings); Tim woke up to the sun filtering through their bedroom curtains and a thick arm draped over his bare waist. He rolled toward Conner, who stirred when he moved. His arm came to life and he went from loosely holding Tim to cupping his hip with his big, hot hand. Conner’s thick, mussed hair and sharp jaw were highlighted in the morning light; his smile stretched first, then long lashes swept open to reveal sky-blue eyes. Something clicked into place, and Tim suddenly saw. And because it was so early and none of his brain-to-mouth filters were working he blurted out, “Oh my God, I’m sleeping with Superman.”
Conner’s eyebrows furrowed in drowsy confusion. “…If you’re cheating on me with Jon, I’m gonna be really pissed.”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“It is absurd. That’s how I can be so glib about you saying you’re screwing Superman.” Conner mashed his pillow up between his head and his arm and yawned.
“I meant… You look like Clark, is all.”
“Oh.” Conner gave Tim a mock-serious look. “I guess it’s time you finally learned the truth. Tim, I’m a clone.”
Tim rolled his eyes. Now he had to explain himself. “You’ve never been thirty before.”
Tim had known Clark for more than half his life and ultimately made him an in-law, but the shine didn’t stay on any hero quite like it stayed on the Superman. There was always going to be a part of him that pictured Superman the way he’d seen him when he’d been a lonely kid that wanted the world to be better than how he knew it: perennially thirty, illumed in the light.
Conner being a clone had always been more about the expectations Conner had for himself, the normal life experiences he’d skipped by, and his power set. Tim had never thought about him being Clark’s, in essence, younger twin. Particularly not in their teens and twenties when Conner was trying out a new style every couple years, and before he’d settled into his adult face. Which also used to be Superman’s handsome, vital face.
Conner stretched out, shaking off sleep. Tim could watch his muscles ripple through his too-small shirt. “You’ve got a twenty-five-year sneak preview of what I’m going to look like, so if you ever stop thirsting after Clark, give me a heads-up.”
“I do not thirst for Clark,” Tim said indignantly.
“Wow, already? You’re gonna trade me in for a younger model when I hit fifty-five?”
“Oh, shut up.”
“If I go bald I won’t blame you.”
“Shut up,” Tim said again. “You went around half-bald when you were a teenager and you still looked good.”
“First of all, a fade is not ‘half-bald,’ second, how hot are you for Clark’s salt-and-pepper look—“
Tim kissed him to shut him up. He probably deserved the teasing, but that didn’t mean he was going to accept it.
It worked for a while. At least, Tim thought it was working. Conner kissed him with gusto, meeting Tim push for pull, falling into the rhythm of suction and swiping tongue. Except when the kiss broke Conner didn’t even take a beat before he said, “Just talking about it gets you randy, huh?”
Tim groaned and dropped his forehead against Conner’s (enormous, chiseled) chest.
Conner laughed. “I gotta say, the me that’s been forging my own identity for a decade-plus is kinda iffy about it,” he said. “But my inner sixteen-year-old is feeling vindicated as hell.”
Tim resolutely said nothing, which was what he should’ve done from the start.
Conner’s leg shifted. His knee nudged between Tim’s thighs. Conner said, an octave lower, “You could be sleeping with Superman right now.”
Tim lifted his head and fixed him with a look. “I am not going to pretend you’re Clark.”
“Who’s Clark?” Conner asked. His fingers crept up the small of Tim’s back and stroked lightly, making his skin prickle and shivers crawl up and down his spine. “Sounds like a totally normal, mild-mannered reporter who wears unflattering glasses. I’m Kon-El of Krypton.”
Conner’s knee pried Tim’s legs apart. He wound them together, hooked Tim with an ankle, and pressed his morning wood up against him.
Tim let out a sharp exhalation and his dick jumped. Conner’s cock was half the length of his thigh and hard as steel, and he never really got used to it. He fumbled to get his arm out from under him so that he could fondle Conner’s broad torso.
Conner took one of his hands and pushed it down instead.
“Citizen,” Conner rumbled, “Superman needs your help with a big problem.” He ground Tim’s palm against his cock.
Tim curled his fingers around him as much as he could through his pants. “…How’d you find yourself in such a penile predicament, Superman?”
“I got infected with… alien sex rocks.”
Tim snorted.
“It’s super serious. Actually, it’s deadly serious. Yeah, that’s it, if I don’t mate I’m gonna die.” Conner heaved a tragic sigh. “If only there were someone that wanted Superman to bed them.”
“Oh, let me fall on that sword…”
Conner peppered kisses along his jaw. “Thank you, citizen,” he murmured, while he stuck his hand down the back of Tim’s pants and palmed his ass. “Your bravery is commendable. The world owes you a debt of gratitude.”
“That’s laying it on a little thick.”
“’S not the only thick thing gettin’ laid on you,” Conner said, rutting up against Tim’s leg. “Oh—excuse my coarse language, it’s the spooky sensual space magic.”
“I know you’d never do this otherwise,” Tim said, as Conner dug his fingers in the crack of his ass. He spread them wide enough to rub over Tim’s hole and perineum at the same time, massaging in sparks. Tim hummed and rocked between Conner’s hand and Conner’s thigh. People caught between a rock and a hard place ought to simply enjoy it.
He pressed the tip of a finger inside of Tim. Tim hissed as the dry drag set his nerves on fire.
Conner’s veneer broke and he groaned, “God, it’s so good being inside you, fu—uh, firetruck.”
Tim clamped down on the laugh, but his body still shook from it. Conner’s eyes got darker as he felt it from the inside.
Tim felt Conner’s TTK emanate from his finger, push up against him, and start to manipulate his clenched muscles, and Tim realized this wasn’t going to be a lazy morning fuck. Conner was going to fuck him-fuck him.
Conner pulled his hand out of his pants. Behind him, Tim heard the bedside drawer thunk open.
“Let me between your legs.” Conner grasped him below the knee and pulled his leg over. He pushed his hips up against Tim’s hips and brought their cocks fully together. “Oh, yes,” he groaned, rubbing up against him. “This is what I need.”
“Let me help you,” Tim said breathlessly, grinding back hard.
Conner bit his jaw and dragged his tongue down his neck. “I can always rely on my—fellow man—“
Conner rolled Tim on his back. He grinned down at him, hands planted on either side of Tim’s head. Tim had told him once how huge he looked from that perspective and he was certain Conner had never forgotten it.
The magic eye shuttered. Conner slept in Tim’s stolen college tee, which was soft and paper-thin after so many years of stretching, and Flash pajama bottoms. He slept with his studs in. His perm was starting to relax. His wedding ring was dangling on its chain and slowly spinning between them. Nothing was ever really going to turn Conner into Superman. He was too much himself.
Tim wrapped the chain around his fist and pulled him down to kiss.
Conner rolled his hips into Tim’s over and over, in steady crashing waves against his body that he matched with his mouth. Tim dug his heels in and lifted his hips and got Conner grinding from his cock down his ass.
“Nh…” Conner bit his lip and pulled. “This won’t be enough to cool my ardor, citizen.”
“Yeah.” Tim got his nails under his hem and scraped Conner’s tight shirt up his abs. “Take your clothes off. Get inside me.”
“Mmhn, don’t want to soil the cape. Luckily I can get changed in the blink of an eye—”
He cast off his clothes and settled back between Tim’s knees, gloriously naked. He wrapped a hand around his huge cock, and rubbed the head up against Tim’s inner thigh. “If you’ll pardon the intrusion…”
“Golly, is it always that big?” Tim arched up and pushed his sweats down to his knees.
Conner took over getting them off his legs. “You’re gonna make it bigger.” He kissed him feather-light on the lips and whispered, “You don’t have to be afraid of it. I won’t harm you.”
Conner took his chin in hand and turned his head away. He kissed up to Tim’s ear in gentle presses and nibbled and flicked the shell, which made heat rise to Tim’s scalp. He could also feel Conner’s arm jerk as he lubed up his cock out of sight.
“These sex rocks are making me leak so much,” Conner breathed against his cheek. “I’m gonna be able to push it right into you.”
Tim shuddered and spread his legs wider.
Conner dragged his slick cock slowly up his crack. The rim of his hole gradually stretched under it until the pressure Conner was exerting made it slide up Tim’s perineum and rub against his balls. Conner did it over and over.
“It’s so tight,” he groaned. “Are you going to let me in? I have to be inside you when I come.”
“If it’ll save your life,” Tim said, “it’s my civic duty.” He hooked his hands under his knees and pulled his legs to his chest.
“Yeah, lie back and think about the American way.”
Conner set the hot, slippery head of his cock on Tim’s hole and squeezed it against him with little presses. “This’ll be tight,” he murmured. He lightly beat it against him like an absolute goddamn tease. Tim dug his fingers tighter and tighter in anticipation.
When Conner finally breached him, Tim cried out. The pressure was so much, all at once. Conner nudged it along with just enough TTK but Tim’s muscles still seared as they stretched to accommodate his girth. Tim hissed and pulled his legs tighter as Conner pushed his hips inexorably forward. It was a slow slide that seemed to never end. Tim got full then fuller. He was throbbing around Conner.
“Ah… God, I feel better just being inside you.”
Tim was on fire beneath him. Conner didn’t even have all of it in him before he pulled out and started it all over again.
The second pass was wetter from the lube Conner was smearing in him but it didn’t feel any easier. Now Tim was already aching when Conner pushed into him. His pace was maddeningly methodical. Tim opened on his cock over and over, feeling tiny tugs of TTK the made the pressure merely immense instead of unbearable. He wrapped his legs around Conner’s waist and switched to clinging to his biceps. Pulling on Conner felt more satisfying, even when all of his twisting hands and squeezing legs couldn’t get him to move any faster.
Tim was gnawing on his lip when Conner dipped his head and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I need to ask one more thing of you, citizen,” Conner murmured. “I need you to take it harder than this.”
Tim’s “yes” was almost airless.
“Do you think you can take it as hard as I can give it?”
“You can count on me, Superman,” Tim croaked.
Conner thrust, and it knocked the air out of him.
Tim sucked in a gasp, and Conner slammed into him again.
“God—“
Tim split open for him. Conner pounded into him with sharp, fast jerks that made him burn and tremble. Tim could feel Conner’s balls beat against his ass, could feel his hips bite into his thighs. He only pulled out enough so that Tim could feel it when he rammed back in; the pressure never let up; he was never not being held open.
It pried animal noises out of Tim, getting mounted like this. He twisted under him and clawed at Conner’s chest and back, besieged by sensation, overwhelmed and desperate for more.
“Keep trying to scratch me up, it tickles.”
“Shit—“
“You like getting railed?” He snapped his hips. It felt like getting bucked by a mad horse. “Mm, that good?”
“You know it’s good.” Tim grabbed his own knee and tried to wrench his legs wider apart.
“’S fucking amazing you can take the whole thing. Can feel it making you hot. Feels so good. Soft and slick and spreading open for this big cock…” Conner sunk all the way in and ground tight into Tim’s pelvis. He slowly swirled his hips. Tim felt like he was getting stirred.
Tim kicked him on the ass. “Keep thrusting—“
“You thrust, wanna feel your legs work, c’mon…”
Tim swore and growled, but he rewound his legs so he could push himself off Conner’s cock, then pull him back in. Conner ran his hands over his thighs and felt him up while he flexed. “Shit, you’re so strong,” he murmured, completely earnest.
Tim wrapped his arms around Conner’s neck and heaved himself up off the bed. Suspended, he could swing into Conner’s cock, and after a couple pumps of his legs, had the momentum to slam into him.
“Shit, that is hot—“ Conner threw him down and nailed him into the mattress.
Tim grunted and braced his hands against the headboard so that Conner wouldn’t drive him right into it. Conner noticed, dragged his big hands down Tim’s sides, clamped down around his waist, and held him in place. The next time he slammed in, Tim had no where to go, and it made the impact feel like it hit that much harder.
“Oh fuck, oh God.” Tim’s hand curled into a fist and he hit it against the headboard. “Fuck, fuck me just like that—“
“Yeah, Tim, I’ll hold you down on my dick, I’ll dick you real deep—“
“Conner—“
Over and over and over, Conner pounding into him and making his heart pound, his blood race, his body throb and inflame…
“I’m gonna make you stay in bed all day. What about that, Tim? You gonna let me have sloppy seconds?”
“Oh God, don’t come yet.”
“No, no.” Conner pressed hard kisses across his face. “I’m gonna make you blow your wad first, ‘cause I’m a fuckin’ gentleman.”
Conner sawed into him. “Feel that. Fuckin’ love givin’ it to you—“
Tim squirmed against him. Every stroke was ratcheting up the tension, getting him closer to it finally snapping. Tim moaned.
“Yeah, moan for me gorgeous, y’know I love hearing you loving it—“
“Please, I need—fuck, I want—“ Tim hit him against the shoulder, unable to vocalize.
Conner laced their fingers together and pinned Tim’s arms above his head. He pushed down flat on top of Tim and Tim groaned, fully crushed under Conner while he kept snapping his hips up into him. Tim’s legs writhed against him and his toes curled, heat and tension building and building toward rupture. They were so close now Conner’s ring was resting on his chest, and the chain slithered back and forth as Conner rocked. Tim’s cock dragged between their abdomens.
“Rub up on me, Tim, c’mon, wanna feel you shoot—“
Tim had to struggle to rock his hips under Conner’s weight, while he was being speared by him. His cock head rubbed wet across Conner’s hard, ripped abs. Tim groaned. He was hard and tender and burning up all at once. He was all pressure but not enough pressure to burst.
Conner dragged his lips across his cheek. “You know this dick’s gonna make you come.” Tim screwed his eyes closed and groaned. “You’re right up against it, yeah? Stop fighting for it, let me take care of it, I’ll fuck you right into it.”
He pounded into him. Tim was so sensitive it felt like he was being scraped against their bedsheets.
“Open your mouth, Tim,” he murmured, “I want to be kissing you when you come.”
Tim parted his lips. Conner slotted their mouths together, sucked and released his lip, teased him with the tip of his tongue. He rammed his hard dick into him, and made Tim’s cock drag across his taut stomach. Tim gasped, heaving against Conner’s solid wall of a chest.
Conner shoved his tongue in his mouth, thick slick push of muscle, and Tim spasmed.
His cock jerked and painted Conner’s chest with pearly come. Tim cried out as his muscles convulsed and squeezed even tighter around Conner’s rock-hard cock. Every pulse of pleasure was echoed with a stinging ache that made the next wave that much better by comparison. Tim’s eyes rolled back, and then his head. His fingers twitched, and his toes curled, and his hips undulated. It was so good, and so sensitive, and so good, and so sensitive…
Tim was panting when the ripples finally tapered off and he came back to the moment. Conner was pressing soft little kisses across his chin and the underside of his jaw. Tim slipped a hand out from under his and clumsily touched his face. “Okay.”
Conner pulled out and began to jerk his cock with super-speed. A blush tinged his cheeks and he bit his lip bright red. It was only seconds before he stuffed himself back inside—Tim whimpered as his tender flesh gave way for him—and came in a series of short, abrupt twitches of the hips.
Conner let out a bone-deep groan and planted his forehead on the mattress beside Tim’s neck. Tim stroked a hand up his nape and scratched through his short hair.
“Tim,” Conner rumbled, “d’ya know you’re the sexiest creature in all of creation?”
“Yeah,” Tim said. A smile tugged on his lips. “You say that just about every time we have sex.”
“Well, you wouldn’t let me put it in my vows.”
Tim cupped his face and pulled him up to kiss him properly. Conner indulged for a while before he carefully pulled out. He stretched out beside Tim, burrowed an arm under his neck, and grazed his knuckles over his heart.
Tim stretched and immediately groaned. He was so sore. He felt like he’d done about a thousand barbell squats, if workouts ended with his brain swimming in oxytocin and dopamine and him wrapped up in Conner’s arms.
“I don’t look exactly like him,” Conner said, after a long while of quietly lying together. “Trust me, I used to obsessively catalog the differences. I got a thinner face, and my lip bows more, and I got some red highlights in my hair…”
“If I liked him at all, it would only be because he reminded me of you,” Tim said. “I don’t want you to be Superman.”
“‘Course not, who longs for Hydrox when they’ve got Oreos?”
“Wha…” Tim glanced at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oreos are a knock-off brand?”
“I know, isn’t that crazy? And now you can get shit like Apple Cider Donut Oreos.” Conner started to play footsie with him, casually rubbing his toe up and down his arch. “Just goes to show you can be anything you want to be.”
“How do you know that?”
“The Cadmus scientists were all allowed to dump one special interest in me each when they made me, to pad out my general knowledge. You know, that time scientists cloned me? You’ve probably forgotten about it.”
Tim huffed. “You don’t get to be this snarky right after you fucked me that hard.”
“Oh right, especially when you were so magnanimous as to ‘let’ me. Thank you for grinning and bearing it.” Conner gallantly kissed him on the cheek. Tim planted a hand on his face and pushed him off. Conner laughed and kissed his palm. “Mm, what do you want for breakfast? I’ll bring it to you in bed if you deign to let me eat your ass out after.”
“…Apple cider donuts sound pretty good, actually,” Tim admitted.