Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, The Tide Turns
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!
The Previous Parts are wondering why *they* can’t wear their underwear on the outside too….
The afternoon crowd was thinning out. Anne told Brent and Ernie to hold down the counter, and asked Kal to come into the back with her—she wanted to discuss a few points about the job with him. Some very important and possibly big point…erm…points. She walked him back to the cubby that served as her office, and invited him to take a seat near her desk.
As she settled behind the tiny metal desk, and shuffled through papers importantly, Kal waited patiently, a dreamy smile on his face as the varied scents of the different coffees stroked the inside of his nose. He was in a little coffee flavored world of his own, a lovely caffeinated bubble that burst when Anna laid her hand high on his thigh.
*Kal…caution, I suspect she may be up to no good…*
*I'm…I think you may be correct. She's certainly up to my...eep*
She squeezed his leg, kneaded the muscle in the inside of his thigh, and Kal tried to disappear in his seat. "Is there—can I help you in some way?" Kal thanked Rao for his invulnerability. Anna had a heavy hand. It felt—rather nice. He tentatively parted his legs a bit more.
"Well, Cal…" She squeezed his leg. Hard. "How do you feel about sex with no entanglements? I know a lot of women say that—I'm sure you've probably heard it a million times, but seriously—No. Entanglements. None." Her plump little cheeks flushed and her eyes glittered.
"Oh dear…Anna, you're very attractive, you truly are, but--"
"Oh shit!" She yelped. "You're gay! Oh, it fucking figures—the hot ones are always fucking gay." She pouted, and probably would have stomped her feet, but for the lack of space.
"Gay?" Kal's nose wrinkled as the AI obligingly made information available. "Oh--yes--what a lovely word! Yes, that sums it up nicely. A perfect word to describe how I feel." He blushed faintly. "Not that you aren’t very attractive, and I'm sure you must have much attention from non gay men. The way you expose your breasts openly must garner quite a lot of interest from—from them…" Anna was climbing over his lap, and rubbing herself against him. "Oh my…have you considered redirecting your career and becoming a Greeter?"
"What?" Anna was climbing over his lap, and rubbing herself against him… the pressure was just right, and warm, and his *penis* was interested in events, even if *he* wasn't quite so sure.
"Oh my…"
She snorted. "Have you ever *been* with a woman? At all, in any way?" She punctuated her words with little hip thrusts.
"Well…no…." He had hugged and kissed Nurse but he was pretty certain that didn’t count….
"Well then, how do you know you're gay—or exclusively gay?" Anna's look was one of triumph, the arch look of one who has presented an irrefutable argument. She folded her arms together under her ribcage, which just incidentally lifted her generous bosom higher. "We'll put that to the test right now, shall we?" She slid off his lap and dug around in her purse and came up with a handful of condoms. "There we go! Safety first," she said, and glowered at him. "No arguments."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Kal said. He knew he was supposedly invulnerable, but the look she gave him…he shivered, and not in anticipation. There was no turning back now. He watched in fascination as she unrolled the blue tinted condom over his penis, and had to admire the decorative effect; it really was quite festive, he wondered if Whit-Ney knew the little latex sheaths came in such lovely colors?….
Anna gave the performance of her life—she applied lip and tongue to several orifices with enthusiasm and vigor--Kal was impressed. If only she approached the Serving of Coffee with a tenth as much enthusiasm, he thought….she brought him close to a peak a few times, and finally, after Kal gently and breathlessly reminded her that their shift was nearly at an end, she climbed aboard, and let herself sink down on him.
"Oh—oh--oh my *God*!" She looked shocked, surprised, and very, very happy. He had to admit, it was an interesting sensation, and once he found the little nub that she referred to as her love button, but the AI informed him was a clitoris, things came to a head rather quickly.
After, he slid a floppy and dripping Anna back into her desk chair. He beamed down at her. "Thank you, Anna; I owe you a debt of gratitude!"
Anna smiled, self satisfaction oozing out of her pores. She purred. "I told you. I can read a guy like an open boo--"
"Oh yes," Kal exclaimed, untangling shorts and chinos and hopping a little as he pulled his pants back up. "With your help, I know now that I'm definitely without a doubt gay. Yes. Women are…not my thing." He smiled wide, and threw the condoms in the trash, wiped at the desk chair.
"Hunh--*what*!"
"Oh, Rao yes, definitely. Not that it wasn't interesting, but," he whispered, and spots of red bloomed on his cheeks, "I was having some slight difficulty maintaining an erection."
"The fuck--difficulty? Which goddamn time?" Her eyes went wide. "How many times did it take for you to figure out—hey! Don’t think you can use this against me, you—you--" She swallowed and narrowed her eyes.
The door flew wide and Brent came in. "What's taking you so—*helloooo*…what's going on here?" he said, taking in a red faced and sweating Anna.
Anna was yanking her skirt down, flinging wet curls back from her forehead. "None of your business--"she began, and Kal cut in, helpful as ever.
"Anna was helping me discover that women are nice but not that sexually stimulating for me."
"Geeeeeez, can I prove you’re gay?"
"Thank you very much Brent, but I'm quite assured on that point."
"Yes, but can I reinforce it? Later?"
Kal smiled at Brent and Anna. "Happily. But first—the Coffee!"
******
Ernie looked at Kal speculatively. "So…you like sucking dick? Really?" He licked his lips nervously. "You know, not that I'm curious or anything…just wondering. I, uh…I see guys looking at you and I just wonder, what is it that you guys do exactly?"
"Well…I can describe it for you--"
A half hour later, Ernie was sweating, gulping, and hard as a rock. "So…th--that's it, hunh?"
"Oh yes, do you and your girlfriend not do this, because I tell you, it's very much fun. Very much! You must convince her, Ernest."
"I don’t know Kal, I think we reached the pinochle of our love-life when I asked for, uhm…head, that one time..."
"I…beg you pardon? You wanted her head?" Kal could immediately see the problem with that request, how was it Ernest could not…
"You know, oral sex!"
"Oh! Head! Blow job, cock sucking..." His eyes went unfocused as he accessed the many euphemisms for fellatio.
Ernie looked at Kal for a long minute before patting him on his arm. "It's all right. You're foreign."
Kal smiled, and let his eyes rest on Ernie's sizable bulge. "I can help you with that, you know."
"Who me? Help? Oh no, no, I—I—yeah? No! No…do you want to see it?"
Kal smiled wide. "I would be most pleased."
Ernie dropped his pants, and Kal said, "It is very pretty, Ernest. Very big, very pretty. May I?" He leaned forward and touched the crown with a fingertip, carefully and gently, and Ernie shuddered. "May I touch more?" And he stroked, short feathery-soft strokes that made Ernie grit his teeth. A tiny, almost frustrated, groan leaked out from between his clenched teeth.
"May I kiss you, Ernest?"
Ernie's nodded, and gasped "Okay"—but jerked his head back hard when Kal reached up and cradled his head, he moved towards Ernie—
"Hey! What the hell! I thought you meant kiss my—my—*dick*. He whispered the last part harshly, furtively. "Kiss…shit…I don’t know—I was just kind of thinking that—you know."
Kal's face fell. "Oh Ernest, really. Anyone could give you that. I'm sorry," he threw his arms around him, hugged him, "I thought that we were friends," and incidentally pressing his big hot chest against Ernie's quivering dick.
Ernie stared, swallowed. "Oh shit. Okay." How could he disappoint Kal, poor little Oozbakastanian guy…he looked like a kicked beagle puppy…"One kiss. Only one, okay?"
An hour later, an hour filled with jaw straining kisses, amazing kisses, hot wet, tongue sucking kisses that made Ernie's lips feel hot and swollen, neck nibbling kisses that had led to burning nipple sucking kisses, and counting ribs with lips and tongues and fingers and fingers in places none had ever been before, places that made Ernie squeal and thank God, loudly, repeatedly….
"I don’t know Kal, put your tongue wher—oh my goooooo…"
"Okay, relax my throat and breathe in? Like this, Kal…uhm…"
"I promise you Ernest—it will fit. You'll see. You will be amazed."
Ernie *was* amazed….
******
Whit collapsed in a wet, loose-limbed heap against Lex, grinning madly. "Wow, Alex—that was wild!"
Lex grinned and kissed the back of Whit's neck. "*You've* learned some things since last I saw you."
"Yeah, maybe..." Whit leaned a little to the side to fish his pants and shorts out of the tangled pile on the couch bed, left his t-shirt pulled up behind his neck.
"You want me to pull out?" Lex asked as he idly stroked Whit's thighs.
"No." Whit sighed. "Yes. You should come home more often. I miss this."
Lex laughed, "You don't miss me, you miss getting fucked. You need to find yourself a mister-ress."
"Shut up. Hey—speaking of that, you should have seen the help your uncle had for a while this summer. Oh my gawd—this was one fucking amazing kid—good looking, built like fuckme and what a dick…."
Lex paused in pulling his shirt over his head. "Yeah? What happened to him—did he get fired?"
"No, they said he had an emergency and had to return home. He was French…" Whit wrinkled his nose. "…no, Italian."
"Really? Italian? Hunh." Lex was intrigued. "Too bad."
"*Really* too bad—wait. I took a picture of him."
Whit showed Lex his phone. "He was sleeping." and his voice sounded so fond that Lex quirked an eyebrow at him, snatched the phone. If the guy could make Whit sound like that…than he definitely wanted a look at this miracle…
"Taking pictures of someone without their knowledge--that's not stalkery in the least, Whit."
"Take a look at the picture and tell me you don’t want to stalk him yourself."
He gulped. Even on a small scale, the appeal radiated…long, beautifully muscled legs and thighs, and a thin trial of hair circling a perfect tiny mouth of a navel, marching down to thicken and frame the most perfect dick he'd ever seen—ever. Long and thick—not porn star big, just…perfect. Beautiful, just a little hard, foreskin retracted just enough to reveal a rosy flushed head, like the best striptease in the world…he looked up at Whit. "No face. You didn't take a picture of his face?"
"What, are you stupid? I took a pic of the important parts."
"You really are a pig, aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I'm a jock," he said, like it explained everything.
Lex snorted. He looked harder, and smiled. "Nice ass too, from what I can see."
"I'd tell you about that," Whit zipped his jeans, "But you'd only hate me." He grinned at Lex's pained look.
"What makes you think I don't hate you now," Lex murmured.
Whit laughed, grabbed him and kissed his forehead wetly. "You know you love me," he said, and licked a long, sopping stripe over Lex's smooth head.
"Ew." He wiped his head with Whit's shirt, and skewered him with an icy stare. "You know, I've had men killed for less." He grinned when Whit's smile faltered just a little.
*****
"Aunt Martha, Whit tells me you guys hired some student this summer?" Lex asked as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange juice. He turned a little so she couldn't see him and eased the bottle towards his mouth.
"Yes, we did—and don’t even think about it," she said, and Lex lowered the bottle with a little grin. He grabbed a glass from the clean ones draining on the sideboard.
"What happened to him—did you let him go?"
"Well…there was an incident with Kal and Whit, one that your uncle didn't describe in detail but…"
She fixed Lex with a sharp eye and he blushed deep red, but managed to meet her eyes and said, "Whit is a very giving person, Aunt Martha."
"Yes. Goodness knows, I'll never forget how giving. Ever."
Lex manfully restrained the whine that wanted to flow out. No one told her to come sneaking into the family room at one o'clock in the morning, for God's sake.
"Anyway, *that* wasn't the reason—that was just Whit being---Whit," she said diplomatically. "No, what was the important thing was—the young man floated. Floated! And he was incredibly strong. And he was definitely like *you*. When we found out, though, he ran. I guess he thought we'd be upset—afraid of him."
Lex ran his hand over his bare scalp and sighed. "Well. That makes it even worse. I could have talked to him, let him know that it was okay—that it wasn't his fault. Poor guy. If he came from Italy, it's possible that he's never met another 'changed' person…outside of Smallville, the meteorites are very rare. In fact, I didn’t think the meteorites fell that far afield…I should look into that."
She nodded. "He was a nice boy, a very sweet boy. Poor thing. Look, I have a picture of him. I was going to give these to him as a souvenir of his time in America."
She passed a picture or two to Lex. "This is Kal, Alexander. He's very handsome." She smiled as she handed him the photographs. "Honey—are you all right? What's wrong?"
Lex went pale, his jaw dropped. "Oh. My. God. It's him."
TBC!
part 13
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9/9/07 06:10 am (UTC)One tiny note, however, "pinochle" is a card game. I believe "pinnacle" is the word you're looking for -- unless Ernie is one of those guys who think that Friday night card games with the boys are the zenith of his existance.
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9/9/07 06:20 am (UTC)Though, considering his opinion of his girlfriend, it's possible that Friday night card games are the high point of his life! (or were, before Kal, lol!)
I'm so glad you're enjoying the story, writing it puts me in a happy place!
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9/9/07 01:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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9/9/07 07:28 am (UTC)YAY!!!! Lex/Whit sex... though, meanie you are, didn't get enought details there! *pouts*
>"What, are you stupid? I took a pic of the important parts."
Oh Whit... you are precious! :D
And Lex knows who he saw in Metropolis now! WHEN will they meet? *stamps feet and pouts more*
Don't make me start looking like a kicked beagle pup!
*hugs you and story!* I sooooo love this story!
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9/10/07 12:33 am (UTC)Whit, Whit...My favorite slut! *snorfle*
*hugs you back* I'm sooooo happy you're with me! *G*
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9/9/07 10:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/10/07 12:36 am (UTC)I'm trying to get these guys together--in the next bit, if the story doesn't run off on me again! *G*
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9/9/07 11:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/10/07 12:37 am (UTC)And I'm sure Lex will be right there, slighlty in front of, or maybe a little to left of, Coffee. *GRIN*
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9/9/07 03:12 pm (UTC)Poor Anna, reinforcing Kal gay - awwwww. HAHA!
Whit, you dog - should I think it's cute that Whit has a reputation as a man slut? Okay it's cute, your Smallville is so whacked!
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9/10/07 12:39 am (UTC)LOL!! I know it! Icks!
Heeee! You *know* it's cute that Whit's a dog! *G*
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9/9/07 03:56 pm (UTC)I loved Whit showing Lex the picture. HAHA! That was fantastic. I'm totally looking forward to the next part. And, my face hurts...from laughing. :-P
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9/10/07 12:40 am (UTC)Thank you, you made me smiles all over!
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9/10/07 12:41 am (UTC)LOL!!
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9/10/07 12:42 am (UTC)Thank you lovey!!
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9/16/07 05:39 am (UTC)CONTINUED EXCELLENCE- THANKS!
6/2/09 06:08 pm (UTC)The Whit having pics of Kal didn't happen. As soon as he came into the barn-Kal was already awake_they had sex, they floated, Kal ran__he did not come back so Whit could not have those pics. But you should have had Kal come back so he could have taken those pics and you could have written more hot whitney loves Kal porn. You had Kal and the AI talking about going back because of meteor mutants as an excuse and the kents weren't afraid or mad-but then you had Kal run to Metropolis-forgot to ask about that. I'm glad this is going to be a good lex and not an evil lex. It would be nice to reunite Kal and the Kents-he needs that family love==maybe then he'd stop giving sex favors to all his coffee shop friends in search of comfort/connection/belonging. And it's pretty obvious that Lex is gonna find him at the coffee shop or maybe be saved by him-or maybe just save him from having hot coffee spilt on his lap. Oh, Oh, Oh, you brought Whit back here and it reminded me of the last time he was in a chap--the vibrating tongue--marvelous. I normally don't leave this many reviews--but your stories-your ability to tell a story (even if i don't like the character or topic) is truly a gift. It's a joy to read---so for some of the people that didn't bother telling you==i'll tell you a few extra times today. So Lex is gonna have to go back to his regular coffee shop when he gets back to metropolis-cause he always does. Now Kal works there. It would be great if the line went out the door and Lex had to wait-because the coffee shop suddenly has like tripled business and has repeat customers on same day because of all the customers lovin' Kal. You did have Kal see Lex in the street at the fire though- I was surprised you didn't have him follow or approach Lex-because he is so reckless like that. Like using superspeed in front of people in the middle of the day.
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