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Kon was sitting in the Teen Titan's commune area the first time it had happened. Kon groaned as he looked at his bank account on his phone. Barely over 100 dollars was in it, and Kon knew that would go to his rent this week. He didn't even have enough to eat. Kon dropped his head onto the table and buried his fingers in his hair, messing up his curls in frustration.
Kon had moved to Metropolis intending to be independent, so there was no way he could ask his mom or dad for money. So he was stuck with what he made from his minimum-wage paying job.
"Lex is technically my dad, right? Shouldn't he be paying child support or something?" Kon mumbled against the table until he heard someone sit down on the other side of him. The Super didn't even need to look to see who it was. He knew Robin's heartbeat from a mile away, literally.
Or, Kon guessed he should start calling the vigilante Tim. Wasn't that a new thing now, that he knew Robin's secret identity was Tim Drake Wayne? The billionaire son of Bruce Wayne was sitting across from him, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and Kon couldn't even afford bread.
The Super looked up at Tim with a glare. "Do you need something, or are you just going to stare at me all day?"
Tim tilted his head and continued staring at him like that was a normal thing for people to do. Tim's odd behaviors usually didn't bother Kon; in fact, he found them cute. However, today the staring, coupled with his frustration, was starting to get to him.
"Rob, seriously. Blink. I can tell you're not blinking behind your mask. You're giving off massive lizard vibes right now, dude."
"Have you been eating recently?"
Kon blinked and sat up a bit more. "Huh? What do you mean?" He knew Tim was perceptive, but there was no way he could have noticed something like that. It's not like Kon's physique had really changed.
"I haven't seen you bring food to the Tower in over a month. Everyone always brings something: a favorite snack or a coffee from a cafe. You have yet to bring so much as a protein bar. And you don't eat while you're here unless you're the one buying."
Kon looked at Tim incredulously. This guy’s deductive ability was downright scary. Finally, Kon sighed. "No, not really." He picked up his phone and showed his bank account to Tim. "I don't have much money right now, so I've cut back on buying groceries, you know? I go to Ma and Pa's house a lot to eat there, so it's not like I'm totally starving."
Tim went back to staring at Kon, and the Kryptonian bristled. "Dude, I usually don't mind the staring, but right now, I am so not in the mood. So if you've got something to say, just say it."
Instead of answering Kon, Tim stood up and left the room. Kon just stared at the doorway.
"Okay, yeah, sure. Just ignore me. Cool." Kon huffed in annoyance as he crossed his arms on the table and laid his head on them.
He had nothing pressing to get to, so he dozed off until he heard Tim re-enter the room. He was met with Tim Drake Wayne instead of Robin when he opened his eyes. Tim was wearing casual clothes, a book bag slung over his shoulder, and his mask was nowhere in sight.
Kon sat up and looked him up and down with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, why the wardrobe change?"
"I can't exactly walk around the city in my Robin get up without drawing attention now, can I? Get up. Table reservations are in 20 minutes."
Kon stood up and followed the man as he walked out of the room and down the hall. "Huh? What? Reservations for what?"
Tim gave him an unimpressed look as he stopped at the elevator and pressed the down button.
"For lunch, obviously."
"Lunch? Why did you make lunch reservations? When did you make lunch reservations?"
"About 5 minutes ago, and you said you haven't eaten much lately, so I'm taking you out to lunch," Tim said it like Kon was the absurd one in this conversation. Then, finally, the elevator opened, and Tim stepped inside. He looked at Kon expectantly, and all Kon could do was sigh and follow his leader into the metal box.
Kon wrung his hands together as the elevator doors slid shut. "I can't pay you back, though. If I could, I would have gotten lunch myself."
Tim looked at him, confused. "I don't expect you to pay me back. This is my treat."
"Oh." Kon wasn't expecting that. "Okay. Thanks."
"No problem."
When Kon got home that evening, he nearly dropped his phone as he entered the apartment. His place was filled with groceries. Bags covered his countertop, and there were even some on the floor. A note was placed before them, and Kon picked it up to read it.
I didn't know what you liked, so I got one of everything—signed Tim.
"What the hell?"
The second time it happened was a few weeks later. Lunch reservations had become a regular thing, much to Kon's steadily rising anxiety. Of course, Tim had said he wasn't expecting the Kryptonian to pay him back. Still, the vigilante would only take him out so many times until he wanted something in return, right? Kon chewed on his thumbnail as he followed Tim through the mall. The other man insisted on shopping for Kon after lunch, and the Super's stomach was flipping.
Kon was just about to tell Tim that he didn't need anything new for the millionth time when something caught his eye. The most beautiful earrings he'd ever seen were in the glass display case near the cash register. He walked over to get a closer look; they were even prettier close-up. They were deep blue sapphire studs that shimmered with flecks of pink when the light hit them right.
Kon's hand went up to the earrings he was wearing now. They were cheap, fake rhinestones. One rhinestone was even missing. Now, it was just the metal base. He sighed as he turned around and nearly yelped when he saw Tim standing right behind him.
"Dude, what the hell? Don't sneak up on me like that."
Tim tilted his head in confusion. "How can someone sneak up on you? Can't you hear my heartbeat or something when I get close to you?"
Kon put his hands on his hips. "I hear you're heartbeat all the time, dude. It's always at the same level, so it doesn't get louder the closer you are. Of course, it'd be fainter if you were across the globe, but usually, you're not."
"You listen to my heartbeat all the time?"
This time, it was Kon's turn to tilt his head in confusion. "Yeah? How else am I supposed to know you're alive even when I can't see you? I do it for the whole team plus Jon."
Tim's face drops a bit for some reason. "Oh, I see." He seemed to brush whatever got him down away, though, as he looked around Kon and noticed the earrings.
"Were you looking at those?"
Kon turned around to look back at the earrings. "Yeah, but they are like super expensive."
Tim nodded before going up to the saleswoman behind the display case. "Can I get those blue sapphire earrings, please?" Tim gave the woman the sweetest smile, and the woman smiled in return.
"Of course, sweetie."
Kon watched dumbfounded as the woman rang up the earrings and handed them to Tim in a cute little bag after he paid for them. Tim gave the bag to Kon, and Kon kept looking back and forth from the bag to Tim.
"Are you crazy? These things are like a thousand dollars. Why would you buy them just like that?" Kon had to fight hard not to scream in Tim's face in the middle of the store.
"Cause you wanted them. I don't see what the big deal is." Tim regarded him with a bewildered look.
"How? How can you not see what a big deal this is?"
Kon nearly strangled the man in front of him as Tim just shrugged. "Come on. I want to get more shopping done before the sun sets."
Tim left the store, and Kon stared after him before finally following him. Kon never wore the earrings. He was too afraid of losing them. He kept them open on his shelf, though, so he could admire them whenever he passed them. Of course, Kon would never admit this to anyone, but those earrings were one of his most treasured items.
The third time it happened, Kon was really thinking about strangling Tim right then and there. He had mentioned that he didn't have a car. It was in passing as Kon was talking to Cassie one day. She'd seen him browsing cars online once in the Tower's break room and asked if he was considering getting one. Kon had scoffed.
"No way. Are you kidding? I can barely pay rent, let alone get a car. So I just use my dad's old bike. I mean, if I really need to get somewhere fast, I can fly, you know."
She shrugged. "I guess you have a point. Oh, Robin. How long have you been standing there?"
Kon looked up from his computer to see Tim standing ominously in the corner of the room, completely still. "Yo, you good, Rob?"
The man just turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Kon had a sinking feeling as he watched the vigilante leave. What in the world was he planning to do?
Kon found out a few days later when he walked out of his job after his shift, his second job no less. Living in Metropolis wasn't for the weak-willed and lazy. He stopped in his tracks as he came face to face with Tim leaning against a car that was probably more expensive than everything Kon owned put together.
"Tim? What in the world are you doing here?" Kon walked over to the raven-haired man, who just smiled at him.
"What do you mean? I'm here to pick you up."
Kon's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Pick me up? Why? Wait, how'd you even know where I worked?"
"Easy. I just followed the tracker I placed on you." Tim said that like it was the most casual sentence ever uttered.
"What?" Kon immediately started patting himself down, trying to figure out how Tim put a tracker on him without the Kryptonian noticing.
Tim waved his hand. "You won't find it. Anyway, get in." He walked over to the passenger seat and got into the car.
Kon stopped searching and blinked before opening the driver's seat and leaning down. "Uh, aren’t you driving?"
Tim tilted his head in a way Kon's come to recognize as Tim not understanding a question that should be obvious to everyone else. "Why would I drive your car now that you're here?"
"My…my what!? What do you mean this is my car!?" Kon could feel eyes on him, and when he looked around, he could see his coworkers watching him from the building. He growled as he got into the car and shut the door to block them out.
Kon turned to Tim, who was just sitting there like an innocent puppy. "Did you buy this car? Ugh, of course, you did. Why? Why would you buy something this stupidly expensive? I don't even have my license yet."
Tim shrugged. "You wanted it, right?"
"Ugh, that's not a reason, Tim. You can't just buy me everything I want at the drop of a hat." Kon was starting to feel a headache coming on, and it was all thanks to the stupid, annoying, pretty boy sitting across from him.
Wait, Pretty Boy? Why had he thought that?
Kon opened his eyes that he had squeezed shut against his frustration and nearly choked. Tim was leaning so close to him that he could see specks of gold in his blue eyes.
"Why not?"
Kon had completely forgotten what he had just said a moment ago; all thoughts had entirely left his head as Tim leaned in closer.
"W-Why not what?" Kon cursed the stutter. He was supposed to have more composure than this. Kon was Metropolis's punk, bad-boy hero. He shouldn't be tripping over his tongue at just the sight of Tim's face close to his.
"Why can't I buy you what you want?" Tim's hands were leaning on the seat on either side of Kon's thighs, effectively caging him in. Kon leaned back against the car door, and Tim followed him.
"B-Because I can't pay you back for any of this." Kon hated how breathless he sounded.
"You don't need to pay me back; I told you that already."
"But, what about you? You can't just keep spending money like this left and right."
Tim laughed softly. "Oh, you sweet naive farm boy. Did you forget I was a billionaire? Not only do I have the Drake family fortune, but I have access to Wayne's fortune as well. So I could buy you an island if you wanted one."
Kon shook his head. "No, no, I don't need an island. I don't need anything. I'm perfectly fine."
Tim frowned a bit and leaned back. Kon immediately felt cold without the vigilante near him. "Do you really hate me buying you things that much?"
Kon blinked. Did he hate it? Not really. He just couldn't wrap his head around it.
"I guess not. I just don't understand it, I guess. I mean, do you do this with all your friends?"
Tim looked at him dumbfounded. "Do you think I would do this with just anyone?"
"I don't know. You said you're a billionaire, so it's not like you couldn't. So it's either that or there's some other special reason you want to turn me into your Sugar Baby."
The look on Tim's face morphed into something wicked. "Sugar Baby. I like the sound of that." He was leaning into Kon's space again, and Kon hated how giddy it made him. "Do you want to be my Sugar Baby Kon?"
Tim practically purred Kon's name, and the Kryptonian's throat went dry. "I…I. W-What would I have to give you in return?" Sugar relationships always had some sort of give and take; otherwise, they didn't work.
Tim tilted his head a bit in thought as his eyes raked over Kon's body. The Super had never had someone look like that before, and it made his insides hot and mushy.
"Be mine. Come live with me and be mine."
Kon's eyes widened. "W-What? Live with you? But don't you live in Gotham?"
Tim smirked at how Kon didn't say no. "I have a place here in Metropolis as well. We'll write up a formal contract, and I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. Of course, that is if you say yes."
Kon's head was reeling. Tim was just his friend and team leader no more than an hour ago, and now he was suggesting a sugar relationship with some sort of contract?
"And if I say yes, will that change anything between us at the Tower?" Kon bit his lip and didn't miss how Tim's eyes were drawn to it.
"No. It'll be a contract between Tim Drake Wayne and Connor Kent. Superboy and Robin will have nothing to do with it."
Kon couldn't believe he was considering this, but it didn't sound like a bad deal. He trusted Tim, so it's not like he was agreeing to this with some shady character. Plus, Kon was already so behind on his rent that he was sure he'd be evicted next month.
"F-Fine. I'll be yours and come live with you." Kon backtracked for a second. "What does being yours even entail?"
Tim grinned. "I'd get all of you. You're heart, body, and mind. Basically, you're not allowed to look at anyone else."
"Heart, body, and mind?" That sounded way too romantic for a sugar relationship. Maybe Kon was reading too much into it. "So you want to sleep with me?"
Tim nodded. "If you're alright with that. As I said, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."
Kon flushed bright red and ducked his head a bit. "I… I've never. I mean, I'd like to, I think, but I'm not sure how to even go about that."
Tim reached out and tilted Kon's head up with his fingers. "We'll take it slow. There's no rush. We'll go at your pace."
Kon swallowed thickly, and a heartbeat was beating so fast and hard it drowned out every thought he had. He couldn't tell if it was Tim's heart or his.
"O-Okay. If you're alright with taking it slow, then okay." Tim smiled sweetly and reached out to pull Kon into his lap.
"Tim!?" Kon was startled and grabbed at Tim's shoulders to steady himself. He wasn't used to being manhandled like that and wasn't sure how to feel about how hot he found it.
Before Kon could say anything else, Tim pushed him off his lap and into the passenger seat as the vigilante moved to the driver's seat. "You said you didn't have your license, right?"
Tim's cheeky grin did nothing to help Kon's completely flustered state. The bastard knew what he was doing. "You're the worst."
Kon ducked his head again to hide his blush desperately, but Tim took his chin in his hand and turned the Super back to stare into the beautiful blue eyes.
"Don't hide your face. I think it's beautiful like this."
Kon didn't think he could get any redder, and despite being way stronger than Tim, he was utterly powerless against him. Kon couldn't turn his head, but he averted his eyes which Tim was merciful enough to allow.
"I'll try my best."
"Good boy."
The whimper that came out of Kon was completely involuntary, and he immediately tore his face away from Tim to cover his mouth. Tim just stared at him like a predator, having just found the most delicious prey.
"You have no idea how dangerous you are, Kon." Tim's voice was rough as he turned to start the car. Dangerous? Of course, he was dangerous. Kon was one of the most powerful beings on the planet.
Somehow he got the feeling that was different from what Tim meant.