Saving The Heart

Part Four: Chapter One

FINALLY! That's all I'm going to say, hehehehe! (Also I'm probably gonna start posting a chapter every Friday.)

"Happy Birthday Jon!"

Jon sat at his kitchen table surrounded by all of his friends and family. Today was his 13th birthday, and to close off the night, everyone had come to say hello. His mom walked into the kitchen holding a red and blue birthday cake with thirteen candles on it. Setting it down in front of him, she kissed him on the cheek. "Make a wish, honey."

Jon leaned into the cake and closed his eyes. I wish to become a Teen Titan. He blew out his candles and everyone clapped and cheered around him.

As his parents began serving the cake and people started to pack up their things, Damian tapped Jon on the shoulder. "I have a surprise for you," he whispered. "But it has to be upstairs."

Jon already knew what was coming. He had been waiting for this since he was eleven. The two boys snuck upstairs to Jon's room. Jon's heart was pounding as he went up each step. Damian quietly opened the door and pulled Jon inside. The second the door closed again, his lips were on Jon's, kissing him passionately. Damian pulled off his jacket as he pushed Jon to the wall next to his bed, still kissing him. They hit the wall with a thud, Damian cupping Jon's face with his hands.

Jon was thrilled, he had waited so long for this. He grabbed Damian's waist and pushed him away from the wall and onto his bed, pulling Damian into his lap. He kissed him harder. Damian broke the kiss. "Just because you're taller does not make you the dominant one," he said with a frown."

"Yes it does," Jon said, smiling as he went to kiss Damian again. Their lips reunited, even more passionately than the first time. It was slower now, and more controlled. Damian's tongue entered Jon's mouth as he lifted his hands from Jon's face to his hair. Jon reached under Damian's shirt to feel his abs, which now better accompanied his sixteen year old body. Damian shivered at the touch and broke the kiss again.

"Your hands are cold..." he whispered, barely loud enough for Jon to hear.

"Sorry," Jon whispered back, leaning into Damian's neck to plant kisses there.

"Woah, where did this come from?" Damian asked, though he was melting with each kiss.

"Movies, books, you know," Jon nervously replied. "I hope it's not too much."

"No," Damian answered, "it's your birthday. Whatever you want."

Jon thought for a moment. "Then I want you to  love yourself the same way you love me." He pulled away from Damian's neck and stared at him with big, blue eyes. Damian sighed.

"Jon..."

"No," Jon cut him off. "I've seen the way you treat yourself when there's no one to impress or make sly remarks at. I love you Damian, and you should too."

Damian smiled at Jon and kissed him once more, but softly this time. It was short. "I promise. Thank you, Superboy."

"Of course, Robin."