Kal and Morgan update
Jul. 19th, 2004 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20So ... Has anyone, or why hasn't anyone, written a fic in which Lillian and Lex move to the manson in Smallville soon after it's built to get Lex out of the public eye and to give Lillian a change of pace? And then her, perhaps, become friends with the Kents and get to explore the relationship between little!Lex and little!Clark?
I'm tempted to call the Morgan/Kal fic "Night and Day" just because I'm so in love with the song. *sigh*
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6"
Part 7
Kal was broken. Limp and lifeless. Morgan hadn't seen him move in over three hours, and it'd been the same for the past few days. He didn't know if it was a teenage thing, a ring thing, or just a Kal thing, but every since their lunch with Lionel, Kal had spent his days imitating the furniture. Nights, he was fine; he went to the Atlantis, danced all night, then went to Morgan's private table to have a few drinks before they left. Kal always gave him a searing kiss before disappearing into his room, and Morgan was beginning to wonder who was trying to seduce who.
"Thank you, Quentin," Morgan said into the phone. "Just have everyone in place by nightfall. We'll go in tonight." Then he hung up and set the phone on the table.
Kal was in the living room watching porn. He was stretched on his stomach on the couch, cheek pillowed on one hand, his other hanging limply with the remote. His eyes seemed a little glazed as he gazed at the television, and he was breathing very slowly.
"Are you alive?" Morgan asked.
Kal twitched and said nothing.
"Do you need a doctor? A mechanic? An espresso?" He lifted Kal's legs and sat down. Kal was, as usual, only wearing his boxer shorts, which left his magnificently muscled legs open for perusal. Morgan ran his hands up the lean calves, massaging and, yes, worshiping.
"I'm fine."
Morgan nodded and glanced at the television. A well-endowed young man was fucking a smaller man with intense concentration. The smaller man looked as if he were in heaven, mouth open, fingers grabbing the sheets underneath him, face twisted in pure bliss.
"Everything is set up for tonight. You'll go into the house at sunset, and then move the merchandise to Jeffries's apartment. Make sure it's hidden, but there's enough evidence to lead the police to where it is."
"Okay."
Morgan paused and studied the lifeless form. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
"I *said* I'm fine." There was an edge to Kal's voice now, which was reassuring.
Certain that everything would go all right with the job, Morgan turned his attention back to the TV. The smaller man was now groaning loudly and meeting each thrust eagerly, undulating his hips.
Kal seemed unmoved.
"For a man young as yourself, and as sexually active as you are, you seem rather unimpressed by what you're watching."
Kal shrugged.
"It's the best money can buy."
"So am I. I don't see you enjoying me."
Morgan laughed and rubbed his palm up Kal's spine. "I enjoy you very much, Kal."
"Porn is boring. All they do is have sex, and it's not even all that hot. I mean, I like having sex with guys, but this feels all.... Like they keep switching camera angles and making stupid faces and the music is stupid. It's just dumb."
"So don’t watch."
Kal picked up the remote control and turned it off. Then his flopped listlessly back to the floor.
Concerned, Morgan squeezed Kal's calf hard and said, "Are you all right? You've seemed different the past few days."
"I'm hot."
Morgan blinked. "You have the air conditioning on so high, I'm wearing a sweater. How on earth are you hot?"
"Just am. Or maybe it's bored." He rolled onto his back and it became apparent that Kal wasn't quite as indifferent to the pornography as Morgan had thought.
Kal shifted until his head was pillowed against the arm of the couch and his feet were in Morgan's lap. "Why does it have to be all or nothing with you?" he asked, rubbing his right foot over Morgan's crotch.
"What do you mean?"
"So what if I'm not quite ready for you to fuck me? Why can't we do other things? Why won't you let me suck you off or something? I *want* to, Morgan. Really." He ground his heel into Morgan intently, color flooding to his cheeks.
It was a good question, and one Morgan had asked himself many times over the past few weeks. Why deny the boy the chance to do what he was good at? What he so clearly enjoyed and wanted to do?
The only answer Morgan had was that denial whetted his appetite further. And increased Kal's as well.
"Answer me this question first," Morgan replied as evenly as he could. Kal's foot was insistent, and Morgan had denied himself too long not to respond. "Why does a man who feels no pain fear being taken?"
Kal shrugged, mouth tightening. "I don't know. I guess I just don't like the idea of being helpless."
"How could you be helpless?"
"It's happened."
Morgan caressed Kal's abdomen, feeling the muscles bunch as Kal moved his foot slowly. His skin was so smooth, so soft Morgan was surprised that people didn't attempt to pet him all the time. When his fingers accidentally brushed against the edge of the horrific scar, Kal paused a moment but said nothing.
"I don't want you to be helpless," Morgan said, tracing Kal's navel. "That's not what I'm after, that's not why you're here. I want you."
Kal swallowed hard and arched his hips, eyes falling shut. "I want you, too."
"You just don't want me to fuck you." It shouldn't matter. None of this was what he'd intended in the first place, so why did it matter now?
"I don't know. I almost don't care." His shifted his hips and the head of his semi-hard cock peeked out from the opening of his boxers.
Morgan tugged Kal's boxers until Kal obligingly lifted his hips. The silky fabric slid over equally silky skin until Kal was naked.
"Gorgeous," Morgan murmured. He wrapped his hand around Kal's cock and stroked from base to tip. Kal was so big, Morgan couldn't quite encompass it entirely.
Kal moaned softly, brow knitting. "That feels good."
Morgan moved so he was closer, stretching his arm over the back of the couch. "How many people have touched you like this, Kal? Touched you just because you are so beautiful."
Blue-green eyes peered at him from beneath thick lashes. "One, but he didn't touch my cock," he said in a throaty whisper. "Sean, the guy you sent to me in the club." His hips bucked and eyes fell shut again. "No one else. Not really."
"What about back home? Any boys?"
Kal shook his head, thrusting rhythmically into Morgan's hand. The head of his cock rose and fell through the opening of Morgan's fist until, finally, he bent down and wrapped his lips around him.
"*God*," Kal groaned. Then he gasped, "I wasn't sure I was gay. I didn't think... Wasn't sure, and I was scared it’s a small town. I already was..." Kal growled, fingers tearing into the couch. "Victim," he managed, thrusting hard into Morgan's mouth.
Morgan opened his mouth and released Kal's cock. Both his hands pressed into the sharp hipbones, trying to hold Kal down so he could concentrate on the head.
"Victim?" he said around his mouthful.
"Yes! Yeah, they.... It was a prank. Tradition." Kal was twisting, trying to thrust and bury himself in Morgan's mouth, but Morgan held him firmly. Morgan knew that, should he really want to, Kal could break free and thrust all he wanted. But something held him back, and for that Morgan was grateful. It was more fun to tease the boy by using his tongue to caress just the head, rather swallow him down.
Besides. Morgan wasn't exactly sure he'd be able to take Kal in very far anyway.
He pulled his mouth off Kal's cock. "A prank?" Lifting one hand from Kal's hips, Morgan pushed back the foreskin so he could taste the head. Then, he reached down and cupped Kal's ball, rolling them gently.
For a moment, Kal was inarticulate. His mouth worked soundlessly, fingers scrabbled in Morgan's hair and tugged desperately.
"Gently," Morgan admonished. He pulled Kal's hands off his head and guided them to the arm of the couch. "You mentioned something about a prank."
Kal gave a dry sob and said, "The football team tied me to a cross and left me in a field of corn. It's a tradition in Smallville. Scarecrow. And that's before I knew I was gay oh fuck this." Kal sat up in a sudden movement and pushed Morgan back. His hands threaded in Morgan's hair again as Kal wormed his way onto Morgan's lap, straddling him. His mouth met Morgan's in a hot, hungry kiss, teeth nipping at his lower lip and tongue plunging inside deeply.
Morgan felt lightheaded as he kissed Kal back. He'd thought that Kal's kisses had been passionate before, but they were nothing like this. Desperation and lust and sheer *need* strained each muscle and drove each caress.
Hands rucked Morgan's sweater up and off; his shirt soon followed. With a soft sound, Kal kissed and bit down Morgan's neck and chest, sucking the skin until bruises formed. Any tinge of embarrassment, any trepidation Morgan might have felt about his age or body or Kal's reaction to him was banished as Kal all but *worshiped* his body with hands, tongue, and lips.
"What do you want?" Kal asked against his skin. His lips closed over Morgan's nipple and sucked.
"You know what I want," he replied, combing his fingers through Kal's thick hair.
Kal growled and bit him gently.
Morgan laughed, nerves sparking. "Whatever you want, Kal. I want whatever you do. Just don't stop."
There was a wet pop, and then Kal licked down the center of Morgan's chest. His nose pressed into Morgan's breastbone, then traveled further down. Fingers scrambled at Morgan's belt and then the thick leather slid through belt loops. Kal tossed it aside, then yanked on Morgan's slacks.
The fabric gave way even as Morgan attempted to lift his hips. Carelessly, Kal dropped the ripped fabric to the floor. His tongue pressed against the bow of his lip as he pulled Morgan around until he was sitting upright on the couch. Kal slid to the floor, moving as if he had no bones, all liquid grace. His mouth nuzzled the inside of Morgan's thigh, sucking the tender flesh as he tugged Morgan's shoes and socks off.
"I saw you the first night I went to the Atlantis," Kal whispered. He nipped the skin before moving up, ripping Morgan's underwear off as if it were made of issue.
"Did you?"
Kal nodded and licked the underside of Morgan's shaft. "You were just coming in for the night. Wearing that black turtleneck and jacket. You moved like you owned the world, and someone said something to you and you got his sexy smirk on your face." Kal's mouth closed over the head of his cock. His talented tongue swept over the head, then he slid down until he'd swallowed Morgan whole.
Morgan grunted, head falling back against the couch. Kal's mouth was so hot, so wet. He knew exactly where to apply pressure, exactly when to lick, when to pull away. And he was relentless, sucking, pulling, harder and harder, head bobbing until it was a black-curled blur in Morgan's lap.
His groin tightened and cock twitched. Heat suffused his body, his skin tingled and sang, and all he could think was what a fool he'd been before. This was everything he'd hoped; why had he waited?
Kal's hand wrapped around the base of Morgan's cock, and he slurped his way to the tip. With a final swipe to the wet head, he pulled off. "I knew I had to get you to notice me. You were so fucking hot, and I wanted you so badly." There was a quick wind, and then Kal was straddling Morgan's lap again. "I still want you. You're amazing." There was a tube of lubricant in his hand; he flipped it open and applied some to his hand.
"I'm amazing?" He took Kal's face between his hands and kissed him. "You don't have to do this," he whispered. "Not if you really don't want to."
"Fuck it," Kal growled. His fist encompassed Morgan's cock, and he stroked hard, slicking his length. Then, without any preamble, he sank slowly down onto Morgan's cock.
"Shhhh," Morgan hissed, grasping Kal's hips. He was so tight; *so* incredibly, deliciously tight and hot. His ass flexed around Morgan's cock, and Kal's mouth was open, head tilted back and he was keening in small, almost pained sounds, but he moved so slowly, inch by inch that Morgan honestly didn't think it was pain, just pure, overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh *God*," Kal gasped, pushing down further. His thigh muscles strained to keep the slow pace as he sat, and his arms trembled as he gripped the couch on either side of Morgan's head. "Oh," he keened again, and then he was down, sitting fully impaled on Morgan's cock.
Gathering his scattered wits, Morgan laughed softly and stroked Kal's cheek with his knuckles. "Not so bad, is it?"
Kal shook his head, eyes wide-opened and wondering. "No. Why didn't you *tell* me?"
"Because it was perfectly possible that you might dislike this. Not every man enjoys being fucked. It's not a mandatory part of being gay, and I didn't want to sell you on something you might not like. I didn't want you to lie to me," Morgan said, trying very hard not to thrust into the heated tightness that encompassed him.
It took a moment, but Kal finally did nod in acknowledgement. He *would* have lied, before. Not now. Not anymore.
"So," Kal said after a moment. He caught Morgan's hand and brought it to his mouth. After pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand, he finished, "What happens now?"
Morgan smirked. "Now? You earn your keep." He leaned back against the couch, hands threaded behind his head.
Kal laughed and rolled his eyes. Bending forward, he brushed his lips against Morgan's and whispered, "Yeah. I'll do that." His teeth sank into Morgan's lower lip, and, keeping their mouths in contact, he started moving his hips.
As much as he wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation of a sixteen-year old boy riding his cock with all the furious intensity of a teenager, Morgan wanted to see it. See Kal's beautiful face twist in concentration and pleasure. See the wonderfully tanned flesh flush with passion and shine with sweat. See his cock disappear between the sculpted cheeks, watch the powerful thigh muscles flex as they raised and lowered Kal's body onto him. Watch the swollen-red mouth fall open, teeth catch the lower lip, fall open again as Kal worked, fucking himself on the cock beneath him, wiggling his hips, finding *that* spot and stilling, body stiffening at the sudden, unexpected pleasure, the cry that echoed through the room as Kal maneuvered so he hit it again, and again.
"Oh God," Kal wailed, head falling back. His hips rolled in circles for a few moments, grinding Morgan's cock against his prostate. Morgan watched Kal's cock twitched against Morgan's stomach and pull away, strand of precome connecting the two.
"That's right, Kal," Morgan said, voice graveled. "Fuck yourself on my cock. I want to see you work."
"Trust me," he gasped, riding Morgan hard. "It's not work."
Morgan smacked Kal's ass, causing the boy to convulse forward.
"So hot," he whimpered, grabbing Morgan's head and kissing him with a lot of tongue and no technique. His body continued to move against Morgan's, cock pressed between them, riding with a twist of his hip to make Morgan hit his prostate with every movement. He was crying into Morgan's mouth, free hand tearing the couch, his other holding Morgan's head in place as his tongue slid in and out of his mouth wetly.
"Oh," he moaned suddenly, body picking up pace. "Oh, *fuck*, I'm going to ... I'm going to..." Kal broke off abruptly, entire body stiffening. He came with a loud wail, semen spreading warmly over Morgan's stomach, entire body trembling.
Morgan's arms enclosed Kal's trembling body, pulling the warm, sweaty boy against him.
Kal turned his head and kissed Morgan's neck almost tiredly. "Wow."
"I agree." His hand worked between their bodies and grasped Kal's limp cock. "But what about me?"
"You sick fuck," Kal groaned. He bit Morgan's neck and started moving his hips again.
Morgan sighed and turned his head to kiss Kal. The truth was, he was close to coming. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"You like this?" Kal whispered heatedly in his ear. Sharp teeth grabbed his earlobe and tugged. "You like making me work. Fuck you, fuck myself on you? Am I your whore, Morgan? And you like making me work like your whore to get you off? Your dirty rentboy who rides your cock even though he's tired and it's too much." Kal gasped, body shuddering. "So tired, but you want me to work. To fuck you, even though all I want is for you to hold me down and fuck me until I can't move. To keep me there until I'm so tired, until I'm limp and satisfied and just a body that you use. Just your whore." He bit Morgan's neck so hard he cried out. "I am. Your whore. Your boy." Kal kissed him with bruising force, then moved to the other side of his neck. "Yours and you're. You're mine." Kal bit him hard and twisted his hips. As he twisted, he tightened around Morgan's cock, squeezing.
Morgan came hard. His body suffused with heat, and a tight groan escaped his throat as he came, pouring into Kal.
Kal caught Morgan's face between his hands and kissed him sweetly. His face was flushed, curls stuck to his skin, eyes bright. "How was that?" he asked almost shyly, the roughness of before gone. He dropped light kisses all over Morgan's face.
Morgan caught Kal by the nape of his neck and pulled him close. He kissed the swollen lips gently, feeling almost tender in the aftermath of his orgasm. "How did you think it was?" he countered. He nipped Kal's bottom lip gently.
"Wow," Kal breathed. He slid off Morgan and laid his head on his shoulder. His hand trailed through the sticky semen drying on Morgan's stomach. "We should probably get cleaned up, huh?"
"Probably." Morgan slid his arm around Kal and held him close.
Kal kissed Morgan's chest and relaxed against him. Every muscle was completely relaxed, and he radiated contentment.
Morgan stroked his hair idly, feeling relaxed as well. He knew they should clean up and get dressed. The longer they stayed, the dryer the come would be, and the stickier they'd feel. Besides, Kal had a job to do tonight, and Morgan wanted everything set up early.
But he was comfortable, and the boy was a snuggler. Morgan enjoyed that.
"Why are you so nice to me? Understanding, I mean?" Kal asked suddenly. "You're paying for me, and I should have let you do that a long time ago."
"It was my choice not to. I said no when you offered."
"I know." Kal moved his head and gazed into Morgan's eyes. "But you did that for me. Because I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. Why?"
Morgan sighed and combed Kal's sweaty hair back from his face. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you," he said honestly. "I wanted you and I wanted you to give yourself to me completely. And I knew it would be worth the wait." He smiled and twisted a curl around his finger. "And it was."
A brilliant smile crossed Kal's face. He tried to banish it, but it stuck until Morgan finally leaned down and kissed his boy.
TBC ...
I'm tempted to call the Morgan/Kal fic "Night and Day" just because I'm so in love with the song. *sigh*
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6"
Part 7
Kal was broken. Limp and lifeless. Morgan hadn't seen him move in over three hours, and it'd been the same for the past few days. He didn't know if it was a teenage thing, a ring thing, or just a Kal thing, but every since their lunch with Lionel, Kal had spent his days imitating the furniture. Nights, he was fine; he went to the Atlantis, danced all night, then went to Morgan's private table to have a few drinks before they left. Kal always gave him a searing kiss before disappearing into his room, and Morgan was beginning to wonder who was trying to seduce who.
"Thank you, Quentin," Morgan said into the phone. "Just have everyone in place by nightfall. We'll go in tonight." Then he hung up and set the phone on the table.
Kal was in the living room watching porn. He was stretched on his stomach on the couch, cheek pillowed on one hand, his other hanging limply with the remote. His eyes seemed a little glazed as he gazed at the television, and he was breathing very slowly.
"Are you alive?" Morgan asked.
Kal twitched and said nothing.
"Do you need a doctor? A mechanic? An espresso?" He lifted Kal's legs and sat down. Kal was, as usual, only wearing his boxer shorts, which left his magnificently muscled legs open for perusal. Morgan ran his hands up the lean calves, massaging and, yes, worshiping.
"I'm fine."
Morgan nodded and glanced at the television. A well-endowed young man was fucking a smaller man with intense concentration. The smaller man looked as if he were in heaven, mouth open, fingers grabbing the sheets underneath him, face twisted in pure bliss.
"Everything is set up for tonight. You'll go into the house at sunset, and then move the merchandise to Jeffries's apartment. Make sure it's hidden, but there's enough evidence to lead the police to where it is."
"Okay."
Morgan paused and studied the lifeless form. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
"I *said* I'm fine." There was an edge to Kal's voice now, which was reassuring.
Certain that everything would go all right with the job, Morgan turned his attention back to the TV. The smaller man was now groaning loudly and meeting each thrust eagerly, undulating his hips.
Kal seemed unmoved.
"For a man young as yourself, and as sexually active as you are, you seem rather unimpressed by what you're watching."
Kal shrugged.
"It's the best money can buy."
"So am I. I don't see you enjoying me."
Morgan laughed and rubbed his palm up Kal's spine. "I enjoy you very much, Kal."
"Porn is boring. All they do is have sex, and it's not even all that hot. I mean, I like having sex with guys, but this feels all.... Like they keep switching camera angles and making stupid faces and the music is stupid. It's just dumb."
"So don’t watch."
Kal picked up the remote control and turned it off. Then his flopped listlessly back to the floor.
Concerned, Morgan squeezed Kal's calf hard and said, "Are you all right? You've seemed different the past few days."
"I'm hot."
Morgan blinked. "You have the air conditioning on so high, I'm wearing a sweater. How on earth are you hot?"
"Just am. Or maybe it's bored." He rolled onto his back and it became apparent that Kal wasn't quite as indifferent to the pornography as Morgan had thought.
Kal shifted until his head was pillowed against the arm of the couch and his feet were in Morgan's lap. "Why does it have to be all or nothing with you?" he asked, rubbing his right foot over Morgan's crotch.
"What do you mean?"
"So what if I'm not quite ready for you to fuck me? Why can't we do other things? Why won't you let me suck you off or something? I *want* to, Morgan. Really." He ground his heel into Morgan intently, color flooding to his cheeks.
It was a good question, and one Morgan had asked himself many times over the past few weeks. Why deny the boy the chance to do what he was good at? What he so clearly enjoyed and wanted to do?
The only answer Morgan had was that denial whetted his appetite further. And increased Kal's as well.
"Answer me this question first," Morgan replied as evenly as he could. Kal's foot was insistent, and Morgan had denied himself too long not to respond. "Why does a man who feels no pain fear being taken?"
Kal shrugged, mouth tightening. "I don't know. I guess I just don't like the idea of being helpless."
"How could you be helpless?"
"It's happened."
Morgan caressed Kal's abdomen, feeling the muscles bunch as Kal moved his foot slowly. His skin was so smooth, so soft Morgan was surprised that people didn't attempt to pet him all the time. When his fingers accidentally brushed against the edge of the horrific scar, Kal paused a moment but said nothing.
"I don't want you to be helpless," Morgan said, tracing Kal's navel. "That's not what I'm after, that's not why you're here. I want you."
Kal swallowed hard and arched his hips, eyes falling shut. "I want you, too."
"You just don't want me to fuck you." It shouldn't matter. None of this was what he'd intended in the first place, so why did it matter now?
"I don't know. I almost don't care." His shifted his hips and the head of his semi-hard cock peeked out from the opening of his boxers.
Morgan tugged Kal's boxers until Kal obligingly lifted his hips. The silky fabric slid over equally silky skin until Kal was naked.
"Gorgeous," Morgan murmured. He wrapped his hand around Kal's cock and stroked from base to tip. Kal was so big, Morgan couldn't quite encompass it entirely.
Kal moaned softly, brow knitting. "That feels good."
Morgan moved so he was closer, stretching his arm over the back of the couch. "How many people have touched you like this, Kal? Touched you just because you are so beautiful."
Blue-green eyes peered at him from beneath thick lashes. "One, but he didn't touch my cock," he said in a throaty whisper. "Sean, the guy you sent to me in the club." His hips bucked and eyes fell shut again. "No one else. Not really."
"What about back home? Any boys?"
Kal shook his head, thrusting rhythmically into Morgan's hand. The head of his cock rose and fell through the opening of Morgan's fist until, finally, he bent down and wrapped his lips around him.
"*God*," Kal groaned. Then he gasped, "I wasn't sure I was gay. I didn't think... Wasn't sure, and I was scared it’s a small town. I already was..." Kal growled, fingers tearing into the couch. "Victim," he managed, thrusting hard into Morgan's mouth.
Morgan opened his mouth and released Kal's cock. Both his hands pressed into the sharp hipbones, trying to hold Kal down so he could concentrate on the head.
"Victim?" he said around his mouthful.
"Yes! Yeah, they.... It was a prank. Tradition." Kal was twisting, trying to thrust and bury himself in Morgan's mouth, but Morgan held him firmly. Morgan knew that, should he really want to, Kal could break free and thrust all he wanted. But something held him back, and for that Morgan was grateful. It was more fun to tease the boy by using his tongue to caress just the head, rather swallow him down.
Besides. Morgan wasn't exactly sure he'd be able to take Kal in very far anyway.
He pulled his mouth off Kal's cock. "A prank?" Lifting one hand from Kal's hips, Morgan pushed back the foreskin so he could taste the head. Then, he reached down and cupped Kal's ball, rolling them gently.
For a moment, Kal was inarticulate. His mouth worked soundlessly, fingers scrabbled in Morgan's hair and tugged desperately.
"Gently," Morgan admonished. He pulled Kal's hands off his head and guided them to the arm of the couch. "You mentioned something about a prank."
Kal gave a dry sob and said, "The football team tied me to a cross and left me in a field of corn. It's a tradition in Smallville. Scarecrow. And that's before I knew I was gay oh fuck this." Kal sat up in a sudden movement and pushed Morgan back. His hands threaded in Morgan's hair again as Kal wormed his way onto Morgan's lap, straddling him. His mouth met Morgan's in a hot, hungry kiss, teeth nipping at his lower lip and tongue plunging inside deeply.
Morgan felt lightheaded as he kissed Kal back. He'd thought that Kal's kisses had been passionate before, but they were nothing like this. Desperation and lust and sheer *need* strained each muscle and drove each caress.
Hands rucked Morgan's sweater up and off; his shirt soon followed. With a soft sound, Kal kissed and bit down Morgan's neck and chest, sucking the skin until bruises formed. Any tinge of embarrassment, any trepidation Morgan might have felt about his age or body or Kal's reaction to him was banished as Kal all but *worshiped* his body with hands, tongue, and lips.
"What do you want?" Kal asked against his skin. His lips closed over Morgan's nipple and sucked.
"You know what I want," he replied, combing his fingers through Kal's thick hair.
Kal growled and bit him gently.
Morgan laughed, nerves sparking. "Whatever you want, Kal. I want whatever you do. Just don't stop."
There was a wet pop, and then Kal licked down the center of Morgan's chest. His nose pressed into Morgan's breastbone, then traveled further down. Fingers scrambled at Morgan's belt and then the thick leather slid through belt loops. Kal tossed it aside, then yanked on Morgan's slacks.
The fabric gave way even as Morgan attempted to lift his hips. Carelessly, Kal dropped the ripped fabric to the floor. His tongue pressed against the bow of his lip as he pulled Morgan around until he was sitting upright on the couch. Kal slid to the floor, moving as if he had no bones, all liquid grace. His mouth nuzzled the inside of Morgan's thigh, sucking the tender flesh as he tugged Morgan's shoes and socks off.
"I saw you the first night I went to the Atlantis," Kal whispered. He nipped the skin before moving up, ripping Morgan's underwear off as if it were made of issue.
"Did you?"
Kal nodded and licked the underside of Morgan's shaft. "You were just coming in for the night. Wearing that black turtleneck and jacket. You moved like you owned the world, and someone said something to you and you got his sexy smirk on your face." Kal's mouth closed over the head of his cock. His talented tongue swept over the head, then he slid down until he'd swallowed Morgan whole.
Morgan grunted, head falling back against the couch. Kal's mouth was so hot, so wet. He knew exactly where to apply pressure, exactly when to lick, when to pull away. And he was relentless, sucking, pulling, harder and harder, head bobbing until it was a black-curled blur in Morgan's lap.
His groin tightened and cock twitched. Heat suffused his body, his skin tingled and sang, and all he could think was what a fool he'd been before. This was everything he'd hoped; why had he waited?
Kal's hand wrapped around the base of Morgan's cock, and he slurped his way to the tip. With a final swipe to the wet head, he pulled off. "I knew I had to get you to notice me. You were so fucking hot, and I wanted you so badly." There was a quick wind, and then Kal was straddling Morgan's lap again. "I still want you. You're amazing." There was a tube of lubricant in his hand; he flipped it open and applied some to his hand.
"I'm amazing?" He took Kal's face between his hands and kissed him. "You don't have to do this," he whispered. "Not if you really don't want to."
"Fuck it," Kal growled. His fist encompassed Morgan's cock, and he stroked hard, slicking his length. Then, without any preamble, he sank slowly down onto Morgan's cock.
"Shhhh," Morgan hissed, grasping Kal's hips. He was so tight; *so* incredibly, deliciously tight and hot. His ass flexed around Morgan's cock, and Kal's mouth was open, head tilted back and he was keening in small, almost pained sounds, but he moved so slowly, inch by inch that Morgan honestly didn't think it was pain, just pure, overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh *God*," Kal gasped, pushing down further. His thigh muscles strained to keep the slow pace as he sat, and his arms trembled as he gripped the couch on either side of Morgan's head. "Oh," he keened again, and then he was down, sitting fully impaled on Morgan's cock.
Gathering his scattered wits, Morgan laughed softly and stroked Kal's cheek with his knuckles. "Not so bad, is it?"
Kal shook his head, eyes wide-opened and wondering. "No. Why didn't you *tell* me?"
"Because it was perfectly possible that you might dislike this. Not every man enjoys being fucked. It's not a mandatory part of being gay, and I didn't want to sell you on something you might not like. I didn't want you to lie to me," Morgan said, trying very hard not to thrust into the heated tightness that encompassed him.
It took a moment, but Kal finally did nod in acknowledgement. He *would* have lied, before. Not now. Not anymore.
"So," Kal said after a moment. He caught Morgan's hand and brought it to his mouth. After pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand, he finished, "What happens now?"
Morgan smirked. "Now? You earn your keep." He leaned back against the couch, hands threaded behind his head.
Kal laughed and rolled his eyes. Bending forward, he brushed his lips against Morgan's and whispered, "Yeah. I'll do that." His teeth sank into Morgan's lower lip, and, keeping their mouths in contact, he started moving his hips.
As much as he wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation of a sixteen-year old boy riding his cock with all the furious intensity of a teenager, Morgan wanted to see it. See Kal's beautiful face twist in concentration and pleasure. See the wonderfully tanned flesh flush with passion and shine with sweat. See his cock disappear between the sculpted cheeks, watch the powerful thigh muscles flex as they raised and lowered Kal's body onto him. Watch the swollen-red mouth fall open, teeth catch the lower lip, fall open again as Kal worked, fucking himself on the cock beneath him, wiggling his hips, finding *that* spot and stilling, body stiffening at the sudden, unexpected pleasure, the cry that echoed through the room as Kal maneuvered so he hit it again, and again.
"Oh God," Kal wailed, head falling back. His hips rolled in circles for a few moments, grinding Morgan's cock against his prostate. Morgan watched Kal's cock twitched against Morgan's stomach and pull away, strand of precome connecting the two.
"That's right, Kal," Morgan said, voice graveled. "Fuck yourself on my cock. I want to see you work."
"Trust me," he gasped, riding Morgan hard. "It's not work."
Morgan smacked Kal's ass, causing the boy to convulse forward.
"So hot," he whimpered, grabbing Morgan's head and kissing him with a lot of tongue and no technique. His body continued to move against Morgan's, cock pressed between them, riding with a twist of his hip to make Morgan hit his prostate with every movement. He was crying into Morgan's mouth, free hand tearing the couch, his other holding Morgan's head in place as his tongue slid in and out of his mouth wetly.
"Oh," he moaned suddenly, body picking up pace. "Oh, *fuck*, I'm going to ... I'm going to..." Kal broke off abruptly, entire body stiffening. He came with a loud wail, semen spreading warmly over Morgan's stomach, entire body trembling.
Morgan's arms enclosed Kal's trembling body, pulling the warm, sweaty boy against him.
Kal turned his head and kissed Morgan's neck almost tiredly. "Wow."
"I agree." His hand worked between their bodies and grasped Kal's limp cock. "But what about me?"
"You sick fuck," Kal groaned. He bit Morgan's neck and started moving his hips again.
Morgan sighed and turned his head to kiss Kal. The truth was, he was close to coming. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"You like this?" Kal whispered heatedly in his ear. Sharp teeth grabbed his earlobe and tugged. "You like making me work. Fuck you, fuck myself on you? Am I your whore, Morgan? And you like making me work like your whore to get you off? Your dirty rentboy who rides your cock even though he's tired and it's too much." Kal gasped, body shuddering. "So tired, but you want me to work. To fuck you, even though all I want is for you to hold me down and fuck me until I can't move. To keep me there until I'm so tired, until I'm limp and satisfied and just a body that you use. Just your whore." He bit Morgan's neck so hard he cried out. "I am. Your whore. Your boy." Kal kissed him with bruising force, then moved to the other side of his neck. "Yours and you're. You're mine." Kal bit him hard and twisted his hips. As he twisted, he tightened around Morgan's cock, squeezing.
Morgan came hard. His body suffused with heat, and a tight groan escaped his throat as he came, pouring into Kal.
Kal caught Morgan's face between his hands and kissed him sweetly. His face was flushed, curls stuck to his skin, eyes bright. "How was that?" he asked almost shyly, the roughness of before gone. He dropped light kisses all over Morgan's face.
Morgan caught Kal by the nape of his neck and pulled him close. He kissed the swollen lips gently, feeling almost tender in the aftermath of his orgasm. "How did you think it was?" he countered. He nipped Kal's bottom lip gently.
"Wow," Kal breathed. He slid off Morgan and laid his head on his shoulder. His hand trailed through the sticky semen drying on Morgan's stomach. "We should probably get cleaned up, huh?"
"Probably." Morgan slid his arm around Kal and held him close.
Kal kissed Morgan's chest and relaxed against him. Every muscle was completely relaxed, and he radiated contentment.
Morgan stroked his hair idly, feeling relaxed as well. He knew they should clean up and get dressed. The longer they stayed, the dryer the come would be, and the stickier they'd feel. Besides, Kal had a job to do tonight, and Morgan wanted everything set up early.
But he was comfortable, and the boy was a snuggler. Morgan enjoyed that.
"Why are you so nice to me? Understanding, I mean?" Kal asked suddenly. "You're paying for me, and I should have let you do that a long time ago."
"It was my choice not to. I said no when you offered."
"I know." Kal moved his head and gazed into Morgan's eyes. "But you did that for me. Because I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. Why?"
Morgan sighed and combed Kal's sweaty hair back from his face. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you," he said honestly. "I wanted you and I wanted you to give yourself to me completely. And I knew it would be worth the wait." He smiled and twisted a curl around his finger. "And it was."
A brilliant smile crossed Kal's face. He tried to banish it, but it stuck until Morgan finally leaned down and kissed his boy.
TBC ...
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Date: 2004-07-20 12:56 am (UTC)*guh*
I feel like such a horrible person. My loyalties are no longer 100% with Lex. I want Kal and Morgan to have years of glorious crime-spree sex.
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Date: 2004-07-20 10:33 am (UTC)Don't feel back! We all know how this ends (Clark with Lex) so it's okay to enjoy what came before. :)
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Date: 2004-07-20 02:53 am (UTC)I love you!
Lex, who? *eep*
You broke me, with the hotness *and* the tenderness.
Thank you, hon.
{{hugs}}
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Date: 2004-07-20 10:33 am (UTC)Thank you!! I'm really glad you liked this. :)
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Date: 2004-07-20 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-20 10:34 am (UTC)Isn't it just a wonderful image? *sigh*
od damn that was hot.
Thank you. :)
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Date: 2004-07-20 08:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-20 10:41 am (UTC)Well, I've got a rubber stamp with "Propery of Serafina" written on it. Will that do? :)
I"m glad you like it!
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Date: 2004-07-20 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-20 08:54 am (UTC)I feel bad because I love this prequel so much, that I just want Morgan/Clark together for years and years while causing mayhem to the city of Metropolis, *g*.
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Date: 2004-07-20 10:42 am (UTC)Yeah, it's been in my head for days. I'm so glad it's out now for everyoen to enjoy. :)
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Date: 2004-07-20 09:44 am (UTC)Not as far as I know, and since I am not a writer I haven't been able to write this. I've had that bunny for the longest time: The Kents and Lillian, with Pamela, are the best of friends. Lex and Clark grew up together but with Lex being a little shy and very smart and Clark a total smart ass, but with a huge crush on Lex.
I need to lay off something. As for this fic, I can't wait to go home and print this section.
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Date: 2004-07-20 10:43 am (UTC)I'm really surprised it hasn't been written yet. That and the idea of Lex as Lois; I was shocked that one hadn't already been done when it finally occured to me.
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Date: 2004-07-20 01:19 pm (UTC)Guh!
Date: 2004-07-20 05:43 pm (UTC)You've broken me in the best way possible. I didn't pay much attention to Morgan the first time around, I was too busy drooling over Kal, but I'm going back to rewatch the episodes.
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Date: 2004-07-20 10:26 pm (UTC)I'm happy to have broken you. :)
I didn't pay much attention to Morgan the first time around, I was too busy drooling over Kal, but I'm going back to rewatch the episodes.
They have a lot of chemistry for the few scenes they're in. And Morgan's sexy in this lovely subdued way. I just love him.
Thanks for the feedback!