Warnings: Lime. Yup, it's slash. Two guys together. If you don't like, you don't read. I refuse to pity you.

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters I'd be very afraid of getting a visit from the Bat. Young Justice and all it's characters belong to DC, and I make no money off this whatsoever.

Notes: Never fails. I vow to work on one thing and am immediately blindsided by something completely different. First fic for the fandom and I'm relatively new to it, too. So forgive any inconsistencies outside of my total disregard for canon. I am making up a lot of Robin's injuries, but come on! He's human and that means he gets hurt. Get hurt enough and eventually you start getting scars.

A Good Friend
by Fairady

Sex was a problem. Every day things he could manage to get through though.

Swimming he could handle. Extra large trunks worn with a loose t-shirt and the excuse of not wanting a sunburn. It's a lame lie but no one had called him on it yet.

Gym was a little different, but not too bad. Tim just picked a shadowed corner of the locker-room to change in. If anyone stared a little too long a joking comment with the word 'gay' ensured no one would look at anything but their own two feet for weeks. For once in his life he could be glad of his peer's phobia.

Tim could handle most situations life threw at him. But sex, well... It was definitely a problem with his scars.

For starters he couldn't just simply strip down. Robin had gained one too many scars to be simply ignored as 'a childhood accident' without his father getting a visit from social services. Tim really didn't feel like creating a different identity for the sole purpose of having sex. He didn't like where that could lead his psyche. So lying was out of the question. Which just left using blindfolds or doing it fully clothed.

While the blindfold could stop a person from seeing the scars, it couldn't stop them from feeling them. Quite a few of his scars would be easily felt. Especially the ones on his back. As for the clothes, Tim didn't even want to think about the logistics of having sex with his clothes on. He knew he could do it he just didn't really want to. He liked being able to feel the other person against him.

So yeah. Sex was a problem for him that usually required elaborate lies and a lot of heavy duty Hollywood brand FX. Not exactly something his teenage hormones wanted to deal with all the time. Which was why he was very grateful he didn't have to deal with it at the moment.

Tim moaned as a strong hand stroked up his thigh, fingers ghosting over the bulge in his trousers. Lips sucked lightly at his throat just shy of leaving bruises behind. Hot weight pressed him down into the couch as Kon began to undo his belt.

What he liked most about Young Justice was that he had friends there. Friends who knew most of his secrets. There were fewer lies and cover-ups he had to worry about. Like trying to explain why he had a scar on his hip that looked like a bullet wound, or why there were three jagged claw marks running up his back. No need to use make-up to cover the burn on his neck, or the faint lines running down his side. Absolutely no need to worry as the scars were revealed and linked with his face.

He didn't have to hide from these friends.

"Off!" Kon growled in annoyance as once again the belt refused to come off. He tugged uselessly before glaring down at Tim. "Stop laughing and take this damn thing off before I destroy it."

With an easy flick Tim undid the belt and smirked up at the other teen. "Belt: 3; Superhero: zip."

"Shut up, Rob," Kon leaned down and hungrily latched onto his mouth, hands easily sliding clothes and armor away without the impeding belt.

It was nice to have such a good friend.