Promt: Video Games
Synopsis: Its been a few years since the Super sons first teamed up, the unlikely partnership turned best-friendship between the Boy of Steel and the Son of the Bat, and despite now both legally being adults, neither of them were able to outgrow their childhood addiction to video games- or 'strategic training' as Damian puts it.
A few spiked drinks and a heartfelt confession of childhood crushes later and the boys had.. other games in mind.
~Smut Warning~
Damian Wayne swung through the open window in his room, landing gracefully and detaching his grapnel in one fluid motion, Jon following suit, flying through. his bright red shoes touching the cream carpeted floor. Damian making his way to his bathroom.
The boys had made it a habit of spending their after-patrol time at one of their places, Wayne Manor for Gotham nights and The Kent residence for Metropolis nights.
Jon collapsed in Damian's bed, kicking off his shoes, making an audible 'thud' sound as they hit the floor.
"TT. This isn't a barn, hayseed." Damian said, looking over his shoulder, seeing his best friend burying his face in his pillow.
"Mmmn.. Damian, I think I wanna marry your bed." Jon said, ignoring Jon's friendly jab, speaking into the pillow, the fabric muffling his voice.
Damian simply rolled eyes and grabbed a white towel before throwing one at Jon, landing flat on Jon head.
"I'm going to shower, tell Alfred we're here." Damian said, entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Jon grumbled something under his breath before reluctantly walking over to the intercom, his socks with gray at the heel and toes touching the carpeted floor.
He was about to press the button when he heard a knock on the door.
*Knock Knock Knock*
"Master Damian?" The voice of the old butler called out from the other side.
"Uhm, Alfred? Come in." Jon replied.
"Ah," Alfred said, pushing open the door with his one free hand. "Young Master Kent, always a pleasure to have you." Alfred said, placing the silver tray on the coffee table between the large Flat screen tv.
Jon giggled, flashing him a toothy smile. Alfred lifting the lid, revealing a large bowl of popcorn, two wine glasses filled with grape soda and two boxes of chocolate.
"Your er.. 'refreshments' as per master Damian's request." Alfred said, adhering to how Damian preferred to call snacks. Jon's eyes lighting up at the sight of the chocolate.
"Where is Master Damian, by the by?" Alfred asked the half-kryptonian.
"Oh, he's just taking a shower." Jon replied.
"Very well, I shall take my leave then." Alfred said, leaving the room.
Not a moment later, Jon rushed over and sat at the couch, hastily opening one of the boxes reading Knipshilst Madeline truffle.
"Ni.. nip.. nipsh- EEK!" Jon was snapped out of his struggle to pronounce the brand by a voice.
"I wouldn't even try it, sweet tooth" The voice belonged to a man currently leaning against the door frame, dressed in brown leather Jacket, white streaks in his otherwise charcoal black hair.
"Oh! Uh, hi Jason." Jon said, a light blush on his cheeks, embarrassed of the noise he just made.
"Where's the demon spawn?" He said jokingly, walking into his younger brother's room.
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Jondami week 2019 {Damijon!} ~One-shots~
FanfictionJust a bunch of one shots, my submissions for Jondami week 2019 based on the prompts per day. I also forgot who the art belongs to, if you know or are the artist please tell me so I can give credit.
