A Young Kryptonian part 8

[roxy]

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Our Hero Strikes Out On His Own
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating: R
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts arehere, wondering if it's time to drop in on Mikey again—see if he's dropped that silly restraining order yet…



The AI remained silent all the ride home, no matter how Kal-El asked, cajoled and outright begged. Jonathan watched him from the corner of his eye almost all the way home, until Kal finally stopped twitching, at least from Jonathan's point of view. Kal gave up trying to get the AI to respond to him.

Whitney pulled up a few minutes after they arrived at Kent Farms, and Kal made excuses to retire to the loft with Whit. He was so excited—finally! An Earth boy. He wondered how different it would be…he hoped he hadn’t misread the interest in Whitney's eyes. That would be disappointing, very much so.

Footsteps on the wooden stairs made Kal heart thump, and then the golden boy was smiling at him. "Kal…oh. They left Alexander's posters up."

Whit stood at the top of the stairs, swiveled his head around. "I miss him. Too bad you won’t get to know him. He would have liked you." Whit grinned and came into the loft. "You're just his type, tall, hot, built and weird."

Kal had been about to smile, until he heard weird. He knew what that meant. It was not a compliment, and he'd be miffed later, but at the moment, Whitney was moving towards where Kal perched on the arm of the couch, like a—a—cat. A big one, not the little creaky kind of sneaky cats that slinked around the barn, one of those big striped ones that licked their lips and made you fall into their eyes and forget you were dinner, he thought. He shivered, and felt himself swell. Oh, he really wanted to be dinner. Just the thought that Whitney wanted to give himself made him feel like—like—a great many dollars---a million of them.

"Ah, Whit-Ney. You did not bring your—" He switched through meanings, much harder to do without the help of the AI, but he didn’t need a mean and critical intelligence to belittle him whilst serving up over-large helpings of ice cold information…"Girlfriend!" He shouted triumphantly which might not have been the best thing to do—Whit looked at him rather strangely.

"Uhm…you know why I'm here, right? I mean, sometimes a man just has to do what a man has to do." Whit laughed at his own joke.

"Oh. Well she certainly would have been welcome to join us, I don’t normally have sex with women, but she was rather pretty, and 'When in—in—Rome, do as the--

"Oh my gawd, hell no! I don’t want her in—with—doing--this! Besides, she'd probably stroke out if I suggested it—look, try not to kill the mood, okay? I mean, her aside, sometimes I like getting fucked, and you looked like a nice tall glass of fuck me stupid." Whit walked up to him and between his knees and pressed himself hard against him. "I hope everything's as big as your hands—and your feet. I brought a little something with me." He took something from his pocket. Kal looked at the little foil packets in confusion. Snacks? Something religious, a sacrifice of some sort? He stopped wondering when Whit walked his fingers over the bulge pressing against fabric.

"If we were both naked," he said, and wiggled his fingers, "this would be even more interesting."

"I can see that, yes…" Kal gasped.

Whit leaned his head forward, kissed along the side of Kal's neck, and it felt wonderful even without whiskers to tickle him…Whit sucked and nibbled at the tender skin under his jaw, and steadily unbuttoned Kal's shirt.

Kal felt it only fair to unbutton Whit's, and hands bumped and nudged and got in each other's way, Kal popped a button or two off Whit's shirt, and made him laugh.

In the middle of laughing, they over-balanced, Kal fell of the couch, knocking Whit with him and they ended up on the floor in a giggling pile of arms and legs. Whit finally managed to get both their pants off, and they were naked and happy and touching all over.

Whit licked a long wet stripe up Kal's chest and stopped to thoroughly explore a nipple, before moving on to press his tongue in the crease of his armpit, a move Kal heartily and vocally approved of. "Wow, you're really hot," Whit gasped.

This word, Kal knew. "Thank you," he said, and Whit shook his head.

"No, I mean you're hot, fever hot—do you feel all right?" Whit laid his hand against Kal's forehead, Whit's fingers felt cool against his skin, cool and…hot, at once.

"Oh, yes--" Damn his alien biology… "I tend to have a high body temperature…and you're also making me hot. You are very sexy."

Whit grinned. "Thanks. And you're hot like *that* too. So, do Italians say hot like we do?"

"Ital--? Oh, yes, goodness, we are forever calling each other hot—'how is your grandmother today and by the way, you’re hot.' We never stop."

Whit pressed his hand over Kal's mouth. "Stop," he murmured. "Other uses for mouth and tongue."

Kal nodded, and whirled Whit around; he had a definite use for tongue—wondered if Whit would enjoy it as much as his furry double.

The answer was yes, Yes, yes, oh fucking hell yes, oh my gawd, yes…Kal found that the yellow sun not only made him invincible, gave him x-ray vision, heat vision, the ability to fly, but it also made his tongue a vibratory marvel.

Whitney groaned and cried, and ripped at the sheet Kal threw on the floor, an act of mercy for Whit's knees. Kal lifted him just a bit more, opening him wider, and drilled his tongue into the little bud, forcing it open.

"Kal. Kal, I—I think I'm going to come!" Whit sounded completely surprised, and his voice broke, his skin trembled under Kal's hands.

"Wait, Whit-Ney, do not come--" Kal reared back and lined himself up with the wet hole but Whit stopped him, dragged himself to his feet..

"Unh, uhn. Rubber first. And don’t think this isn't costing me," he groaned.

"Rubb—condom--contraception—goodness, Whit. Is it possible for males to get pregnant on your—ouch!" A painful blast of static made Kal wince. *oh, so you're not going to talk to me but you will fry my brain? Nice that—plus you almost made me lose my erection.*

"What? Are you sure you're Italian?" Whit searched messily through the pile of clothing. "—because I'm thinking that sounds more crazy than foreign here--" he muttered to himself "…found it!" he yelped. "Hurry, before I die!" Whit was still hard, red and dripping, and Kal leaned forward to take a curious lick—and an explosion took place on his tongue. Never had such taste, such flavor, filled his mouth. There were amazing nuances of flavor, salt, and sweet, a little bitter and…there was a piquant hint of onion—the amazing flavor filled his mouth, and seeped into his throat and he swallowed and Whit yowled—grabbed his hair and thrust forward. Kal enjoyed the feel of hardness pressing into the back of his throat and more. "Oh god, Kal stop, I will come if you don't…"

Kal turned him, and held him over his lap, licked down the length of his spine and tickled his hole again, as Whit unrolled the rubber down over his penis.

"Oh, man, it's…yeah, I knew those feet weren't lying. Take your time getting in…"

Kal lifted him, and let Whit slide down, let him set the pace himself—before he expected it, he was entirely sheathed inside of him.

"Oh fuck—you’re so fucking hot, and big and…" he lifted and moved and Kal yelped. He looked down his body, and watched his penis sink into Whit, over and over, Whit squeezed and released him in a rhythm that made him want to scream, and fuck him as hard as he could—which he couldn’t do, because he had the feeling the results would be horrific and really really messy….

"Oh, Whit-Ney, you look so beautiful on me, you feel like you were made for me, so tight, and warm, squeeze me again like that—ah!"

Whit bent over his knees and moaned. Kal moved and felt something give in Whit, some loosening, or tensing, something shifted and Whit trembled from head to toe, trembled again, and hissed. "Shii-iit, I think—I think--" he threw himself backward, and his head hit Kal's shoulder, his hair flew and strands stuck to Kal's cheek, his lips, Whit moaned louder and louder, and trembled in a wave—his cock jerked and spilled, jets of come struck his chest, Kal's legs, and the added tightness as Whit tensed finished Kal off—the urge to come filled him, it rose and flung him into ecstasy, he dug his fingers into his own legs and let go with a shout.

It was beyond wonderful, more satisfying than anything he'd ever experienced, he was floating in a cloud of blissful release—he was floating—oh dear--

"Holy fuck!!! What the fuck?!?"

And he was falling.

Two events occurred simultaneously. Whit fell off his lap, and stared at him in horrified shock, and Jonathan Kent stood at the top of the stair and stared at him in horrified shock.

"Oh Rao's teeth--" This was not good. This was surpassing any sentient being's definition of not good—

*Kal-El! Re-cloth yourself immediately, and prepare to run* Yes! In a blur of hyper enhanced speed, Kal threw his clothes back on, and as an after-thought, wrapped Whit in a blanket. To the humans, it was as if Kal disappeared and in the blink of an eye, reappeared clothed

"Oh, my gawd…" Whit swallowed hard, shook all over and said, "That was the damn best I've ever *ever* had…"

Kal and Jonathan looked at him.

"What? It was! I mean, yeah, floating—scary, but wow--oh!" It seemed as if it suddenly occurred to Whit who he was talking to—he blushed from head to toe. "Mr. Kent—oh shit."

"Whit, you might want to get dressed, and…maybe run along, now."

Whit nodded.

"And Whit…keep this to yourself, son?"

"Of course!" Whit was a son of Smallville, and Smallvillians ingested 'don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t see' with mother's milk—

'What was that? A giant radioactive poodle? Oh please, how five minutes ago!'
'What's that you say? A boy made of bugs? I can't heeear yoooo…'

Survival of the willfully clueless. That and the fact that they could live with heat eating boys and fat sucking girls but gay quarterbacks they'd beat the shit out of….

******

Jonathan walked around the loft and Kal just wanted to run away. "You…you seem to have something extra about you, Kal."

Kal hung his head, sorrow warring with embarrassment. "Thank you, Jonathan," he sniffed,and wiped away the fat tear threatening to drop off the end of his nose, "but really, I'm of barely average size; we tend to be a wee bit bigger than most Earthers, but not in girth I see--"

"I'm not talking about that--"

*He's not talking about that--*

Kal jumped, and blushed redder than a beet. "Oh—no, of course not, you mean the floating—the--oh dear. Please don’t be afraid of me…"

Believe me son; it's not the floating that scares me." He looked at Kal askance. "Are all the guys in Italy so—?"

"Strange? Odd?"

Jonathan smiled, a warm friendly smile that lit Kal up inside and made him feel Jor-El's hand on him. "I was going to say innocent." He laughed. "You really are, in a bizarre sort of way. Come on downstairs after you've…cleaned up—dressed." he coughed and blushed himself, and retreated quickly.

"Yes sir."

* Kal-El…*

"If you make me feel bad," Kal-El warned, "I'll just cry, and that won't help us. What do we do now?"

"We leave, quickly, and quietly."

"But the Kents—they will think I disrespect them. I can’t leave, anyway. The harvest's about to start, and they need help--"

* Kal-El, this is the reason we should have entered stasis and waited. You've become attached, and you cannot afford to become attached. You are an alien creature---and with all primitives, the need to destroy the outsider is an instinct. They will not want to harm you, might not mean to but they will. *

"How the hells can they harm me? I'm invincible, immortal, remember? I'm one of a gods damn kind, and you seem more than ready to have me live my life friendless and alone. How can you be so phracking sure that someone's coming? How can you know? I *can't* live alone forever—I just *can't*!"

The AI was silent, as Kal sobbed quietly into the fist he held over his mouth. The pleasant feeling he'd felt with Whit was gone; the warmth Jonathan had given him was gone. He felt icy cold, alone….

* The Kents are speaking of you, Kal-El. You must—*

Kal yelled, one short scream of rage and frustration and grief, and in an instant he was miles and miles away.



He slumped to the ground in the middle of a wheat field. His body shook with heavy breaths.

* Kal-El, there is some possible good news here. *

Kal laughed, the AI ignored him and continued. * When I was able to hear the Kents, they spoke of a green stone, and the effect this stone had on a man they called Alexander. They refer to the stones as meteorites—the remains of another planet, perhaps…if we retrieve pieces, they may tell us where we are. With luck, we may not be as far from the Dominion as I first thought. *

Kal discovered he could hear the Kents even from the distance he was. He blinked tears away and concentrated—"They also say…that Alexander was affected and I might be too. They have seen this type of unusual behavior from other humans! Maybe I should go back, and...they'd just think I was a...a…meteor mutant. That' what they call it. I can go back and be with fam—with a family."

* Kal-El. Let us first find the green stone and analyze it, and then we can decide on our next course of action. *

Kal sighed. * I hope we can go back soon. The beautiful Martha Kent is so much like my mother, and the handsome Jonathan Kent is like my father in a soft mood—*you* are like him when he acts as if he has a sapling lodged in his sphincter. *

After a moment of silence, the AI directed him back to the cave the suit was hidden in.


More to come soon!

eta:obsessively correcting!

part 9

Comments

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

This story continues to be awesomely funny -- I especially loved Kal trying to deal with Whitney, Jonathan and the AI after the floating and the sex. *eg* Though you do have me worried about the 'green rocks' Kal has been ordered to look for. *pets Kal* Can't wait until 'Alexander' meets up with our not-so-little lost Kryptonian...!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heee, I'm so happy that part worked for most folks, I have to say, I giggled myself writing it. And guess who's going to show up in the next bit?

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

And guess who's going to show up in the next bit?

Ooooh! *jumps up and down with anticipation*