Kon doesn’t even say hello when Tim shows up at his doorstep, and pulls him into a deep kiss, all tongue and teeth and urgency. 

“I missed you,” Kon says into his lips and wraps his arms around Tim until there’s no space between them. The warmth is overwhelming and Tim finds himself slumping to Kon’s chest, feeling more comfortable than he’s ever felt in a long time. 

“Me too, Kon,” he quietly says and when he looks up, Kon is grinning down at him, eyes glossy and dark. 

“Were you busy?” Kon asks as he starts undoing the buttons of Tim’s shirt. Tim tenses up again, unsure if he should tell him he was on a date with Tam, so he shrugs. “I’m always busy, Kon, but I dropped everything to come here, didn’t I?” 

“Mmmmhmm,” Kon grins and ducks into Tim’s exposed neck and begins to suck at the skin under his ear. He moves downwards but Tim pulls him back up to face him. “What?” Kon asks, confused. Tim just looks at him, steeling himself to tell Kon the truth, but instead he grabs Kon’s shirt and pulls him in for another kiss. He cradles the back of Kon’s head and pushes him close and tight, turning the kiss into something hard and fierce. 

Kon kisses back with enthusiasm, if not more and when they finally part to breathe, Kon looks dazed. He blinks a couple times and says, “I dunno what’s gotten into you, but save the good stuff till we get upstairs. We have all weekend, remember?” His laughter resonates within Tim’s chest and he smiles a little, feeling at ease again.

“Yea. All weekend,” Tim softly says and follows Kon up the stairs to his bedroom.