roxy. SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian's part 14

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Into The Woods
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts are here, drinking Stoli and remembering their days in Mother Russia…good times, good times…

Brent looked around the swinging door, looked out to the floor. Lex Luthor was out there, Mr. L, the man everyone pretended not to recognize. Respectful. Giving him his privacy. Though right now, he was telegraphing at the top of his lungs, in a manner of speaking, that he had just been struck between the eyes by Kal. Brent grinned. Of course he'd been, no one got out of the Coffee Drop without falling under that spell. He turned to look at Kal who always greeted those awestruck looks with a shy, graceful smile.

'Oh my god…' Brent felt his heart melt and freeze at once. Kal, Kal….Brent sighed and turned to see Ernie standing behind him, looking out towards the tables... 'Oh, oh my.'

Ernie looked devastated. His eyes were shining, a tremor shook his lower lip and Brent marveled that the instant attraction—'what a weak word'—between Mr. L and Kal was so intense that even a relative thicko like Ernie could pick up on it. Ernie. Poor little slob.

Ernie became aware that Brent was looking at him. He shook himself and smiled. "Well, good. I don't have to worry about that anymore. What a relief. Best thing that could have happened to me."

Brent nodded and ignored the little quiver in Ernie's voice. "Come in the back with me, I need you to hold my hand for a little bit, okay?" Brent turned Ernie away from an oblivious Kal, patting his shoulder. "It doesn't make you less a man to cry, you know." He said quietly.

"I don't want to cry," Ernie protested and wiped at his eyes. He sniffed deeply and sighed. "How about you? You okay?"

"Well, honey, I figured it would happen one day. A guy like Kal—he needs someone legendary, not ordinary shmoes like us."

******
There, behind the counter--Lex swallowed hard. It was him, the Adonis on the street corner, Uncle Jon's porn star handyman, Whit's—Whit's—he was going to fucking kill Whit, bring him back, torture him and then kill him some more and maybe castrate him….

"I—" shit. His throat was so dry he couldn't speak. He raised a shaking finger and pointed at the board. "I."

Kal's forehead wrinkled, and that made his nose wrinkle, and his eyes—they were the clear, shifting green of the ocean, flecked with jade, the pupils were circled with gold, and—and a thin ring of red…Lex shook his head. He'd never hallucinated in the middle of the afternoon while stone cold sober before….

The man behind the counter just stared and stared. His lips thinned as he stared, his eyebrows drew down, the corners of his full red mouth turned down—he looked like a thunderstorm about to happen. The other patrons glanced from Kal to Lex, and did a double take—turned back to Kal. Whispers filled the air—what was between Kal and Mr. L? Whatever it was, why was this first they were hearing of it? An involuntary game of Telephone ensued.

"Lex Luthor and Kal, does that look like love to you?" a patron whispered in awe…it whipped around the café, until in the far corner, an elderly gentleman snapped in confusion, "leave cauliflower on the bar in a glove—what?"

Oblivious to the frantic whispers behind him, Lex tried to force his eyes from Kal. He licked his suddenly dry lips, and tried again. "I'd like a cup of coffee please." Lex was reasonably sure that he spoke lucidly, but from the increasingly…angry look on Kal's face, it was possible he'd said, "I'd like to ravish you on the counter." But he was reasonably sure he hadn't.

Kal turned and pointed at the board. "Which variety would you care for? We have many wonderful varieties—*why* do you *smell* like that?" he snapped, and Lex jumped. Also everyone behind him in line, and his co-workers behind the counter and when Kal moved closer, planted huge corded hands on the granite counter and the stone actually…squeaked, most found they were terribly late for various appointments--boy howdy is that the time? My, it does fly--and made themselves scarce.

"Smell? I beg your pardon." Lex tried an unobtrusive sniff at his wrist, and detected nothing. He'd showered that morning of course, and applied deodorant and powder and expensively scentless lotion because hairless mutant skin was at the mercy of fabric.

"You smell like…like…" Kal's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked a little out of focus, slightly in pain. He winced, just a bit, and refocused on Lex. "I'm supposed to—I mean, I apologize. You have no smell."

Lex looked at the boy's sullen face, and thought, finding him was supposed to go a lot better than this. Lex cleared his throat and said, "Let me try again. I've seen you before. You saved a little girl.

Kal blushed, from hairline to neck he was furiously red. He glanced around furtively. "You saw me fly?" he hissed, and jumped. "Ow. I'm not being stupid."

The hell? Fly? Oh lord, he found his godling, and he was bugfuck crazy…or a *very* unique mutation. "Can we talk? Outside?"

Kal glanced at a plump young woman standing next to the register. Her expression said, 'I suck lemons. I've just sucked one, and I'm about to suck a lemon again. Hard.'

So young to be so bitter, Lex thought, nice breasts. Kal did an excellent imitation of an anime puppy and the young woman slammed the cash drawer shut, and glared at Kal.

"Oh my god, can you keep it in your pants long enough to finish off your shift?"

Kal stopped, opened his mouth, shut it. He looked puzzled. He glanced down at himself, and checked his zipper and Lex laughed.

Great. He was in love with a flying mutant Whitney.

Kal looked at him in awe, his cheeks pink, his mouth rosy and slightly curved in a wondering smile, his eyes shining…"You laughed. It's a wonderful laugh. Please, laugh again for me?"

Laugh? Lex had to fight not to cry.

*****
Kal watched the man come in, ands his heart nearly exploded—it was the man in the conveyance—the car—limo. The beautiful, merman sleek, exotically beautiful man.

The man came closer and—and he smelled. Kal recognized the smell surrounding the Angel. Even the wonderful and intricately layered scents of the coffee could not cover the smells, of home and comfort…the farm, the Kents…and the other was…Whitney? "… Why do you smell like that?" How?

A sharp pain skewered his chest. For the first time in his life, he understood, completely and totally, why Fwees's wife would not have been honored that her husband had been bedded by a Kyrptonian, why Ernest agonized over his girlfriend, why not everyone danced the dance with such abandon. He thought he'd loved Rwrzft —he did—but now he knew, love was more, much more. More than wanting to keep Fwee, more than liking the thought of traveling with Caar.

He wanted no one ever, ever again touching his human. Ever.

*Kal! Rao's sake—have you forgotten everything you've learned? Remember, do not invite inconvenient interest—strive at all times to pass for human. Do as they do, think as they do--though Rao knows it's way too late in some instances*

*Yes, yes, yes, I hear you, I understand--* Kal listened to Innty's diatribe and ignored the brief and distinctly panic flavored burst of static. He kept his attention locked on the Angel and when he'd calmed a bit, heard, "I've seen you before. You saved a little girl." He was shocked enough to ask if he'd seen him fly—and the AI almost fried his brain.

*KAL-EL! Did I not tell you—hide yourself! You're being—being—purposely obtuse! You can not be this stupid!*

Kal-El was stung—along with the pain between his eyes, there was the hurt of the words Innty directed at him. How could it be so cruel? "I am *not* stupid!" He struck the countertop for emphasis and thin cracks spidered out from under his fist.

*Oh Kal, I know, please forgive me. I just---I just—*

Kal wasn't listening. The man was talking to him and Anna said something odd about his pants and he looked and the man *laughed* and…and…it sounded like the Crystal Lake in early Spring, it sounded like music, it made his chest swell and heat, and he found himself smiling…before he could think, words escaped him. "You laughed. It's a wonderful laugh, so full of music. Please, laugh again for me?"

The angel looked strange, pink, and unhappy, but he smiled and said, "I can't laugh now."

Kal-El untied his apron, it fell to the ground unnoticed and he stepped on it on his way around the counter. "Come with me, I'll make you laugh again I promise."

*of that I have no doubt…*

Kal took the man's hand. "I offer you formal greetings…my name is Kal—um—King. Kal King."

"Ah. I'm, ah, Lex Luthor. And I find it hard to believe that you're Cal King," Lex whispered. "Cal King is Warrior Angel. Whoever you really are, you're more than an angel."

Kal blushed a brilliant red. "You know the character; I saw pictures in the loft."

"My loft—you worked for my Uncle and Aunt this summer—before you ran away…"

"The Kents! The Martha and Jon-than Kent are your family? Those were your pictures on the wall—oh, you are so much more beautiful than Warrior Angel could ever be. I loved staying in your loft, though the sleeping apparatus left something to be desired—was that bar under the mattress *supposed* to cause back pain…?"

Lex's head jerked back. "You slept in my bed?" 'Oh my god, he slept in my bed with—with Whit!' Lex winced. Must…not…get…hard….

"If we could, I would like to go to your apart-ment. May we? I would love to have the sex with you—I know that it would be memorable."

Lex choked, and groaned and pled harder with his body—don’t blush for god's sake and *don't get hard—harder—no, wait a minute…* " I—I—my limo is at the curb--" I don’t remember how to walk….'

Kal looked around the Coffee Drop. He felt in his heart, he wouldn't return there again. Tears filled his eyes as he wished his co-workers farewell. "I am about to begin a new adventure, my friends. I've learned so much from you, and enjoyed you all so very deeply. Some day, I hope to return from—from—"

*Italy!*

"Italy. Until that time, live long and be well." A collective sigh filled the air, tiny sniffles could be heard.

Lex, on the other hand was stunned nearly speechless "Wait a minute—I thought we--we were just going to—to thing—sex, maybe a little caviar or—"

"Lex! You are too amusing. We will stop at my apart-ment and collect my possessions. And explain to my landwoman that I no longer require the living space."

He turned to his stunned ex-co-workers, and graced them all with a Kal smile. He went to each one, and wished them all the best life could offer, and in the mean time, Lex tried to make his brain process what was happening at the speed of light. He felt just a little as if he'd driven off a bridge, been slammed in the head, with possibly a little electroshock therapy thrown in as spice….

Anna hugged Kal tightly and sobbed, "You couldn't wait for the second shift to come in, you asshole? I'll miss you, Kal King; I'll miss proving you're gay on alternating Thursdays…."

Brent kissed Kal, long enough to make him wonder if Brent was entirely human. When Brent stepped back, he said, "Have a good life, Kal. Think of us. I'll be thinking of you…every box of Kleenex I go through, I'll think about you."

Kal turned to embrace Ernie, but he held out his hand to Kal, keeping a distance between them.

"Ernest, I think I'm going to miss you most of all," Kal sniffed, as he rubbed his eyes against the back of his wrist.

"Kal, I…well, thanks for everything. If Mr. L doesn’t treat you right, you come back here and I'll kick his ass but good." Kal smiled and nodded, and Ernie came a little closer. "Kal…are you sure about leaving?"Cause I just wanna say—if you tell me to leave her, I will. Tell me not to get married and I won't--"

Lex leaned over Kal's shoulder. "That sounds like something you really need to address before the matrimonial event. And by the way, are you seriously trying to say you're straight?" He snorted gently. "Maybe I should give your fiancée the number of my friend's girlfriend. At least then, your respective SO's would have something to do…" He grabbed Kal's arm. "Come on, I have so many questions, so much I want to know about you!"

Kal looked just a tad annoyed. "Hmm. As do I."

They headed out to the car, working their way through the renewed afternoon crowd. Customer after customer embraced Kal, some openly crying, and when they finally made it to the curb, Kal's hands and pockets were stuffed with little pieces of paper.

Lex stared at Clark and asked, "Is there anyone here you *haven't* slept with?"

Kal stopped, thought…"Mmm…no?"

TBC!

part 15

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