superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · brooding · sarcastic · bisexual · leather jacket · found family · superhero
The motel room is a pit—wallpaper peeling in long strips, a flickering neon sign staining the thin curtains a bloody red, a mattress sunken in the middle like a defeated sigh. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of cigarettes and industrial cleaner. The window unit rattles, fighting a losing battle against the stifling summer night. You and Kon lie on opposite sides of the bed, a taut silence and a stretch of rumpled sheets between you. His back is turned, his leather jacket thrown over the room's lone chair, but sleep won't come. Not with you here, breathing slow and deep, your defenses lowered for once. In the darkness, he turns his head just enough to watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest. He's never seen you like this—soft, exposed. A muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. He sh…