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[justlikeacircus]

[There's a part of Dick that wishes he could have made this date better than just pizza and falling asleep in front of a movie, but at the same time he realises this is exactly what they both needed. Next time they can do things properly.

By the time the movie ends, he's fast asleep]

[kontykebomb]

[Dick's right. This is what they needed. No fancy things to impress. No deep emotional talk. No attempted comforts.

Just someone to be with and keep things off the brain. It's as much two friends hanging out for a sleepover as it is a date. Really, it's a date-in-name-only. And... Conner really appreciates it.

He's careful to kill the TV with the remote without waking Dick up, then settles in comfortably with him, arm holding him close as he finally falls asleep as well.]

[justlikeacircus]

[It's a little while later that Dick wakes up, surprisingly lacking in any of the normal stiffness that accompanies falling asleep in weird positions on the couch, but well aware they'll sleep much better in a proper bed and not in jeans. He extricates himself carefully and sits up, gently nudging Conner's shoulder]

Hey, c'mon, we should get to the actual bed

[He hates to disturb him, but it's not like he's got any hope of moving Conner by himself]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner's a weird mixture of heavy sleeper, but alert waker. Comes with the superhuman senses. He's aware of Dick moving, but stubbornly goes back to sleep. Until he's bumped on the shoulder once or twice and really tugged out of his slumber.

Conner groans in mild protest before cracking one eye open, rubbing at his forehead with one hand.]

Oh. Yay. [Droned in such a grumpy voice.] Wouldn't've wanted to sleep through that.

[Right, right. He's up.]

[justlikeacircus]

Oh shh, you can go back to sleep in a minute, come on grumpy.

[his tone is lightly teasing and his smile fond - he's still pretty sleepy himself, so he's not really thinking it over too much. He reaches out to grab Conner's hand and tug him along gently (not that he can do anything else, really, since even his strongest pull would feel like nothing to Conner if he wanted to resist), leading the way into the bedroom]

Clothes off, into bed. Only then can sleepy cuddles resume.

[kontykebomb]

[Conner slides his legs off the couch and gets up, pulling one arm across his chest to stretch his shoulder. Until Dick captures his hand and--okay, he's going. He walks behind him, being led by his pull. At least Conner's awake more when they get to the bedroom, enough he can look around with some appraisal again.]

Heh, okay.

[Conner pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side, then works at his pants before those fall in a crumple of denim elsewhere. He pauses with his thumbs hooked in the hem of his boxer briefs, a brow arched towards Dick.]

Keep going?

[justlikeacircus]

[The bedroom is not unlike the living room, nicely decorated but not very cluttered. There's a photo collage on the wall of Dick with friends and family - out of uniform, of course, this is his civilian apartment after all.

He strips off his own jeans and t-shirt, tossing them into the laundry basket in the corner. At the question he looks up - momentarily distracted by the sight of a nearly naked Conner just standing in his bedroom and taking a minute to form the words to answer]

Whatever makes you comfortable. How do you normally sleep?

[kontykebomb]

[Spartan, but nice. He likes it. The picture on the wall attracts his attention and he silently 'zooms in' on the photo to see if he can pick himself out among the grouping of images. If he's even there at all. Never know.

Conner's back to looking at Dick again when his friend responds, not exactly clueless, but waiting for an answer. Ugh. That answer. Conner shrugs.]

Sometimes with, sometimes without. Whatever I felt like.

[Of course, there were times with M'gann that were without... for obvious reasons.]

[justlikeacircus]

[There's definitely a few of Conner there, mixed in amongst the others. All the team are there somewhere, as long as he's been able to get a suitably "secret identity" picture of them.

At Conner's response, he shrugs]

Why don't we go for with, tonight.

[he normally sleeps naked himself, but he'll keep his boxers on for now, he doesn't want to move too fast or make it too weird, better to play it safe - as much as he wanted to see Conner in all his glory. Decision made, he gets into the bed, holding the covers open for Conner to join him]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner feels a little well of relief and happiness inside at seeing his pictures among the rest. It helps. A lot of things. Small, but still a nice feeling. Of course, Conner's "secret identity" is... his shirt turned inside out, so maybe a moot point?

He nods at the answer and heads for the bed. Dropping them now would probably be weird, and he kneels on the bed before flopping on his back and scooting over into the space Dick holds open for him. This bed's bigger than the ones in Mount Justice.]

Thanks. You're right. Better than the couch.

[justlikeacircus]

I'm always right.

[It's offered playfully as he tucks the blanket around them both and cuddles up to Conner's side again. The bed warms up much quicker with kryptonian body head after all, and he's been lonely for a little while... and he just really likes cuddles. A lot. And he likes Conner, too.]

[kontykebomb]

Uh-huh.

[Conner hooks an arm around Dick's shoulder again as the other man slides up next to him. It does feel better, having someone with him instead of lying in an empty bed to remind him of how alone he is.

It's even better that it's Dick.]

Sleep in tomorrow?

[justlikeacircus]

Sounds good. Then breakfast?

[He already sounds relaxed, like he's ready to go back to sleep again]

[kontykebomb]

Mh-hm.

[Breakfast. Oh right... they left the pizza on the table. Oh well. He's too tired to care. Too comfortable. Sleep's a really good idea.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick smiles sleepily and snuggles a little closer, mumbling a vague good night. It's not long at all before he's drifted off again, lulled by Conner's presence into one of the deepest sleeps he's managed to have in a while]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner stays awake a while longer, simply holding Dick close and thinking. Curious things. Not sure about some, but others he wants to explore. There's a lot of if's to this, but... in the end, Dick's someone he trusts. And likes.

It's enough to eventually lull him into sleep as well and he drifts off until morning. Or whenever they'll wake up.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick wakes later than usual, and for a second he isn't sure why he's so warm and comfortable, until reality seeps back in and he remembers the previous evening. He smiles to himself, cracking one eye open to see if Conner is awake yet. He stretches - carefully if it looks as though Conner is still asleep - and leans up to plant another gentle kiss on the kryptonian's cheek before he can stop himself.He thinks about getting out of bed and making that promised breakfast, but he feels like he deserves a bit of a lie in first.]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner's still asleep, lying on his side with one arm protectively draped over Dick's body. Shoulder, ribs, waist, hip, who knows where it's ended up at night or this morning, but it's over him somewhere.

It's not the stretch that rouses the Kryptonian, but actually the small kiss. Sparks on his cheek and Conner twitches slightly before a low breath drifts between his lips. One blue eye finally cracks open, gazing semi-bleary in front of him. Everything rushes back quick enough, so he doesn't startle or anything.

Dick. Bed. Date. Warm. Important stuff. Pizza. ... right.]

Hey.

[justlikeacircus]

Morning.

[his voice is soft, unguarded and a little rough with sleep, and his smile is gentle. The solid weight of Conner's arm draped across his waist is nice, and if he's not careful he could get used to waking up like this.]

You sleep okay?

[kontykebomb]

Better than I have in a while.

[Conner shifts a little, stretching his legs out from under him. This is a really nice way of waking up. A sliver of bittersweet in there... but mostly good.]

You?

[justlikeacircus]

Same.

[He's uncertain, though, where to really go from here. He doesn't really know what this is, what they're even doing, he just knows that so far he likes it and he doesn't want to stop. He also kind of wants to kiss Conner and his gaze lingers for a moment on the kryptonian's lips.]

[kontykebomb]

[Luckily, it's morning, and Conner's not a huge heavy thinker even when he's wide awake. Right now, this just feels good. He likes it. It's comfortable. And he leans forward, forehead ending up bumping against Dick's in a lazy motion. Conner's got no intention of leaving the bed any time soon, so no hurry.]

[justlikeacircus]

[Dick huffs a soft laugh when Conner's forehead meets his, but somehow it's all the encouragement he needs - he's always been a risk taker. Moving slowly, like he's trying not to break the quiet calm of the morning, he tilts his head to the side and lifts his chin so he can gently press his lips to Conner's]

[kontykebomb]

[Conner's honestly only intending to rest like that, still a little sleepy from the lazy snooze in. No alarms or requirements to get up on a certain time. So there's a bit of a "mph" of surprise when he feels lips brush against his own and press in.

That gets his eyes widening, breath freezing in his chest.

Dick's kissing him.

For a second, he can't respond. But... then his arm draws the the man closer and he leans into the kiss, returning it with a similar lightness. Exploring.]

[justlikeacircus]

[For that second, Dick things he's misjudged, that he's made a mistake and probably ruined the ease that was building between them, and he's about to draw away and apologise... but then Conner is kissing him back, pulling him in with strong arms (and yea, it's a cliche but sometimes Dick likes a little cliche, and maybe he does occasionally want a big strong man around) and he's kissing him back. It's not a mistake.

He sighs softly against Conner's lips and continues to kiss him, slow and lazy and gentle, like they've got all day]