browngirl

Title: Mistletoe
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bart/Kon/Tim
Warnings/Spoilers: None whatsoever. Set in a halcyon way back when.
All Thanks To:

sister_wolf for the idea
Author's Notes: For my way-overdue Threesome Holiday Drabbles Project, and also

drabble_a_trois prompt #24: 3 Points of the Triangle
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.

A speedster's wake feels qualitatively different than ordinary breezes, once one knows what details to notice. Tim wasn't surprised to feel Bart whisk past him as he discussed party logistics with Kon, so he kept most of his attention on reining in his teammate's wild ideas. "Just because we probably can find girls willing to dress up as reindeer doesn't mean we should -- Kon."

Whose expression had changed to a more local kind of leer. Tim tilted his head, feeling the slight weight in his hair; he reached up, but Kon caught his wrist. "You're under mistletoe, Robin," Kon purred in his best attempt at a low seductive tone.

Tim could have said, "don't," of course, or twisted away. But instead he simply arched an eyebrow, stood still, and let Kon kiss him, hard and warm and perfect.

In the middle of kissing back, with one tiny spare scrap of attention, Tim felt another crackle-breeze and lips lightly brushing across his cheek.