#scrubbing through every lyric... augh

[sainteclectic]

working on a long analysis of Whole's presence in the album btw. so look out for that

[mamawasatesttube]

23 or 29 for the prompts ! whichever you’d like :)

29. “You could have warned me!”

Even if it is disgustingly early to be awake, Tim has to admit: the morning sun shining on the golden fields of wheat, stretching out like a gilded sea from his vantage point high in the sky, is beautiful.

"Told you it's worth flying in at sunrise." Kon gives him an infuriatingly sexy smug little smirk. Asshole. He shouldn't be able to be a mind-reader this early in the morning. "How's that line in 'America the Beautiful' go again? Something something amber waves and plains?"

Tim smacks his shoulder. "Get that weird patriotic bullshit out of here. No one cares about 'America the Beautiful' in this day and age. And especially not before eight in the fucking morning."

Kon laughs, slowing as he descends towards the farmhouse. Tim is grateful for the shield of his TTK around him, keeping the wind from whipping through his hair and stinging his eyes as the familiar Kent farm grows rapidly larger. "Hey, it's not my fault Cadmus programmed it into my head!"

"And you still forgot the lyrics?" Tim snorts. "I take it back, actually. That's funny. Some patriot you are."

"I got more important song lyrics to remember." Kon's arm, snug about his waist, gives him a little squeeze. "Like—"

"Start singing 'Interior Crocodile Alligator' at me one more time and I'm breaking up with you."

Kon cackles. "I don't got more important song lyrics to remember, actually. How weird, I could've sworn I did."

He alights on the ground just next to the front porch, setting Tim down at his side with his customary, astounding gentleness. Tim is more than used to it by now, but sometimes, it still takes his breath away that someone can have so much strength in the tip of his pinky finger alone, and yet only ever handle him with so much care.

Before he can do anything sappy about it, though, like lean up on his toes to kiss Kon's cheek, there's a rush of air and—

"Augh!"

Krypto tackles him to the ground, tail wagging mile-a-minute as he shoves his wet nose into Tim's cheek. Kon, the bastard, just stands there and laughs, while Tim desperately tries to wrangle seventy pounds of hyper superdog away from his face.

"Krypto!" He pushes Krypto's muzzle away just in time to avoid getting a pink tongueful of slobber on his mouth; it all lands on his cheek instead, and he scrunches up his entire face in protest. Krypto pants with excitement and licks him again. "Hey—Krypto, you're—eugh!"

That's slobber in his hair now, too. Great.

Kon finally takes pity on him and scoops Krypto up in his arms, holding him on his back. Krypto is incredibly wiggly against his chest, tail thumping against Kon's arm loud enough for Tim to hear. "Ooh, hi there, buddy, hi, yes, I missed you too, hi, yes!"

At any other moment, Tim would be trying desperately to stave off the impulse to melt at the sight of his boyfriend cradling his big dog like a baby. At this moment, however, Tim is too busy scrubbing superslobber off his face with his shirt.

And has he mentioned that it's not even eight in the fucking morning yet?

"You could've warned me," he huffs, climbing back to his feet. His shirt alone isn't good enough; he ducks behind Kon to avoid both ends of Krypto (tongue and tail, both dangerous) and aggressively rubs his face against his back. "Asshole."

Laughing, Kon tosses Krypto into the air, where he zooms off with an excited yip to do wide circles around them. "Sunshine, he tackles you every single time you come over. You still need a warning at this point?"

Tim huffs. "It's early."

"Aww." Kon ruffles his (dog-slobbery!!! gross!!!) hair, drapes his arm around his shoulders, and draws him up the farmhouse steps. "You can go take a shower while I help Ma finish up making breakfast, how's that sound?"

"I'm stealing your pink hoodie," Tim informs him. It's very big and extremely cozy. "As reparations."

Kon snorts. "Fine by me."

He doesn't bother to get keys out to unlock the door; he just rests his hand on the knob, and a moment later Tim hears the telltale snick! of the bolt opening. Kon starts to open it, then pauses, glancing down at Tim with a devious grin.

"Guess I'll just get to enjoy taking it off you later," he says, and winks.

Unbelievable. How is he still being a flirt while Tim is covered in grass and superslobber? This man...

He brushes past Kon to head for the stairs to the second floor bathroom, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, you'd better," he says, and grins to himself when his dumbass flirty boyfriend blushes.

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