Kal/Morgan WIP
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serafina20I've recieved several good title suggestions. I'm still tryign to decide which one fits best. Thanks for your help!
Previous Parts
"Morgan?" Kal said softly, voice piercing through the veil of sleep that engulfed him.
He groaned softly as consciousness came over him. Reluctantly. Painfully, too.
Morgan rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. In his normal life, he was a light sleeper and woke instantly. There was none of this wading through heavy drowsiness, every muscle and sinew aching, head pounding and his head screaming for him to just roll over and go back to sleep.
That, of course, was before he'd taken a sexually insatiable teenager into his home and bed. A teenage boy who was quick to learn and eager to explore new ways to bring pleasure to both himself and his partner for hours on end. Hours Morgan appreciated but, sadly, that his body was not quite up to without recrimination.
Everything hurt. Even his eyelashes. He'd been sore since he and Kal had first started fucking, and it'd gotten progressively worse. After last night, he could barely move.
"Yes?" he said, voice rusty from lack of use. When he saw that it was only seven in the morning, he was even more annoyed. They'd been up for hours last night; why was Kal waking him so early? Morgan needed rest.
Damn. When he was younger, he didn't even need sleep. Now he was actually cranky.
Kal disappeared for an instant. When he reappeared, he was holding a glass of water. "Here."
Morgan took it and drank deeply. "Thank you." His voice was less rusty, but he still sounded tired. "Are you leaving now?"
"Yeah, soon."
"You look nice."
Kal did look nice, dressed in a pair of brand new blue jeans and green tee shirt that made the green in his eyes stand out. His hair was carefully gelled and combed, and he was wearing the cologne Morgan had bought him.
"Thanks," Kal said almost bashfully. "I don't want my dad to think that I can't take care of myself. Even if I don't tell him where the clothes and money came from."
"You told your mother."
"I know," he said, brow furrowing. "But it's different. My mom gets that sort of thing. And I wanted her to know. It sounds dumb, but I did. But Dad... My father wouldn't understand. And there's going to be enough problems without him knowing, you know?"
Morgan reached up to caress Kal's cheek. "I understand."
Kal caught Morgan's hand and pressed a kiss into his palm. "Hey, have you seen my ring? I can't find it."
"No," Morgan lied. "Isn't it on the nightstand?"
He shook his head.
"Have you looked in your room?"
Kal sighed and disappeared. A moment later, he was back. "It's not there. I've looked three times now."
Morgan sat up and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Kal, I don't keep track of your belongings. I'm sure the ring is around somewhere."
"It's not. And I have to meet my mom. I'm already late."
"I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I can't even wake up." He lay back down and rubbed his eyes. Fuck. Either he was sick, or he was just old. He was leaning towards the latter.
"Hey," Kal said, sounding concerned. "You okay?" The bed dipped as he sat.
"I'm fine," Morgan sighed, catching Kal's hand as it ran up his chest. "Before you leave, can you get me a couple aspirin, more water, and a very strong cup of coffee?"
"Yeah." Kal bent over and kissed Morgan's forehead. Then he disappeared.
Morgan closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing. He didn't feel ill, not in the traditional sense. His head was clear (for the most part), stomach fine, and he was neither overly hot nor cold. Which unfortunately, meant that he was old. Old, and fucking someone too young for him to keep up with.
Kal returned with the aspirin and water. As Morgan swallowed them down, he disappeared again to return with a steaming cup of coffee.
"Do you want me to call anyone? A doctor? Quentin?"
"No, Kal, I'm fine." He smiled wanly and tugged on a lock of Kal's hair. "It's the logical result of playing with teenage boys."
Kal smirked and said, "Teenage hookers."
"Whore," Morgan said affectionately.
"Morgan," Kal groaned. He bent over and met Morgan's mouth with his own.
"Slut."
Kal moaned again into Morgan's mouth. "I have to meet my mother," he whispered, climbing on top of Morgan. "I have to go." The last was a bit of a whimper as he nuzzled Morgan's neck.
"I know," Morgan said regretfully. He stroked Kal's neck and sighed. "And I'm too sore to play." He bit Kal's ear. "Go. I'll be here when you get back." If you get back.
Kal sighed heavily and rested his head in the crook of Morgan's neck. "I'll come back," he promised.
"Go." He kissed Kal's temple and pushed at him. "You're late."
Regretfully, Kal pulled away. "I wish I could find my ring," he said.
"You don't need it. Being that disconnected will just make you stupid, anyway. Trust me. I know fathers."
"I guess." Kal straightened his shirt and smiled at Morgan. "I'll see you tonight." Then he was gone.
Morgan groaned and rolled over. He reached into the pillowcase and pulled the ring from the corner it where it was nestled. Then he shifted onto his back once more and gazed at it thoughtfully.
There was a possibility he wasn't being fair, although, to be honest, he wasn't sure if he was being unfair to the boy or to himself. Kal had wanted it, of course. It made him feel things less acutely, and it probably would have been easier for him to face his father. But Morgan knew Kal needed to go to this meeting with a clear head. No matter what the outcome.
However, going in with a clear head, with his soft heart unguarded made it a great chance he'd leave Morgan and go back to Smallville. Because, while Morgan had no doubt that Martha Kent was serious in her intent on leaving her husband, he knew that Kal would never allow that to happen. Not without at least attempting to fix things.
And he should. Kal was too young for this, and had too much potential. He needed to go home, at least to his mother.
And Morgan had to let him go. Whether permanently or part time, he had no right to keep the boy.
He sighed and slid the ring as far on his finger as he could. Then, curling his hand into a fist, he rolled over and did his best to go back to sleep. The coffee could wait.
When Morgan woke again, it was early afternoon. He was not quite as sore, although his muscles ached dully. He called his masseuse and then took a long hot shower. The shower went a long way in clearing the cobwebs from his head and the massage made him feel less creaky. Work distracted him for the night, and he almost didn't notice that Kal hadn't returned by the time the clubs closed.
The next day, Lex Luthor had a byline in the Daily Planet. It detailed exactly what had transpired between Lane Enterprises and LuthorCorp and was favorable to neither. It was also extremely well written, riveting, and informative. It helped Morgan breath easier because he knew that Lex was going to be all right.
It was a little harder to pretend that Kal had not come back the second day, especially when Quentin asked. But it wasn't all that hard, since research on Lionel's doings over the last few months was coming in, Morgan had Lex's article to read and analyze, and the fallout from the article on the television news was fascinating to watch.
By the end of the week, Morgan acknowledged that Kal was not returning. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. He hadn't want Kal to leave, of course, but it'd been inevitable. He was too young and too intelligent to be happy as a kept boy. And his mother had come for him. Second sign that when Kal left, he wouldn’t come back.
At least Kal hadn't forced Morgan to send him away. That would have been too hard. The one thing Morgan was not, and never had been, was noble. He was selfish and it had worked for him for years. Having to start doing noble things now, such as turning Kal away to his life, would have been absurd.
And yet, he would have done it. There was no other way.
Luckily, Kal hadn't come back. He'd faded from Morgan's life like a wisp of smoke or pleasant dream. Just the way it should be.
After two weeks, he packed Kal's belongings and put the money he owed the boy in a high-interest yielding account. He moved out of the penthouse and back into his apartment and, after awhile, the memory of the boy's body against his faded except in the darkest hours of the night.
The only thing he kept present in his life was the ring. Because, in the end, he did not want to forget his precious boy.
TBC ...
Previous Parts
"Morgan?" Kal said softly, voice piercing through the veil of sleep that engulfed him.
He groaned softly as consciousness came over him. Reluctantly. Painfully, too.
Morgan rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. In his normal life, he was a light sleeper and woke instantly. There was none of this wading through heavy drowsiness, every muscle and sinew aching, head pounding and his head screaming for him to just roll over and go back to sleep.
That, of course, was before he'd taken a sexually insatiable teenager into his home and bed. A teenage boy who was quick to learn and eager to explore new ways to bring pleasure to both himself and his partner for hours on end. Hours Morgan appreciated but, sadly, that his body was not quite up to without recrimination.
Everything hurt. Even his eyelashes. He'd been sore since he and Kal had first started fucking, and it'd gotten progressively worse. After last night, he could barely move.
"Yes?" he said, voice rusty from lack of use. When he saw that it was only seven in the morning, he was even more annoyed. They'd been up for hours last night; why was Kal waking him so early? Morgan needed rest.
Damn. When he was younger, he didn't even need sleep. Now he was actually cranky.
Kal disappeared for an instant. When he reappeared, he was holding a glass of water. "Here."
Morgan took it and drank deeply. "Thank you." His voice was less rusty, but he still sounded tired. "Are you leaving now?"
"Yeah, soon."
"You look nice."
Kal did look nice, dressed in a pair of brand new blue jeans and green tee shirt that made the green in his eyes stand out. His hair was carefully gelled and combed, and he was wearing the cologne Morgan had bought him.
"Thanks," Kal said almost bashfully. "I don't want my dad to think that I can't take care of myself. Even if I don't tell him where the clothes and money came from."
"You told your mother."
"I know," he said, brow furrowing. "But it's different. My mom gets that sort of thing. And I wanted her to know. It sounds dumb, but I did. But Dad... My father wouldn't understand. And there's going to be enough problems without him knowing, you know?"
Morgan reached up to caress Kal's cheek. "I understand."
Kal caught Morgan's hand and pressed a kiss into his palm. "Hey, have you seen my ring? I can't find it."
"No," Morgan lied. "Isn't it on the nightstand?"
He shook his head.
"Have you looked in your room?"
Kal sighed and disappeared. A moment later, he was back. "It's not there. I've looked three times now."
Morgan sat up and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Kal, I don't keep track of your belongings. I'm sure the ring is around somewhere."
"It's not. And I have to meet my mom. I'm already late."
"I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I can't even wake up." He lay back down and rubbed his eyes. Fuck. Either he was sick, or he was just old. He was leaning towards the latter.
"Hey," Kal said, sounding concerned. "You okay?" The bed dipped as he sat.
"I'm fine," Morgan sighed, catching Kal's hand as it ran up his chest. "Before you leave, can you get me a couple aspirin, more water, and a very strong cup of coffee?"
"Yeah." Kal bent over and kissed Morgan's forehead. Then he disappeared.
Morgan closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing. He didn't feel ill, not in the traditional sense. His head was clear (for the most part), stomach fine, and he was neither overly hot nor cold. Which unfortunately, meant that he was old. Old, and fucking someone too young for him to keep up with.
Kal returned with the aspirin and water. As Morgan swallowed them down, he disappeared again to return with a steaming cup of coffee.
"Do you want me to call anyone? A doctor? Quentin?"
"No, Kal, I'm fine." He smiled wanly and tugged on a lock of Kal's hair. "It's the logical result of playing with teenage boys."
Kal smirked and said, "Teenage hookers."
"Whore," Morgan said affectionately.
"Morgan," Kal groaned. He bent over and met Morgan's mouth with his own.
"Slut."
Kal moaned again into Morgan's mouth. "I have to meet my mother," he whispered, climbing on top of Morgan. "I have to go." The last was a bit of a whimper as he nuzzled Morgan's neck.
"I know," Morgan said regretfully. He stroked Kal's neck and sighed. "And I'm too sore to play." He bit Kal's ear. "Go. I'll be here when you get back." If you get back.
Kal sighed heavily and rested his head in the crook of Morgan's neck. "I'll come back," he promised.
"Go." He kissed Kal's temple and pushed at him. "You're late."
Regretfully, Kal pulled away. "I wish I could find my ring," he said.
"You don't need it. Being that disconnected will just make you stupid, anyway. Trust me. I know fathers."
"I guess." Kal straightened his shirt and smiled at Morgan. "I'll see you tonight." Then he was gone.
Morgan groaned and rolled over. He reached into the pillowcase and pulled the ring from the corner it where it was nestled. Then he shifted onto his back once more and gazed at it thoughtfully.
There was a possibility he wasn't being fair, although, to be honest, he wasn't sure if he was being unfair to the boy or to himself. Kal had wanted it, of course. It made him feel things less acutely, and it probably would have been easier for him to face his father. But Morgan knew Kal needed to go to this meeting with a clear head. No matter what the outcome.
However, going in with a clear head, with his soft heart unguarded made it a great chance he'd leave Morgan and go back to Smallville. Because, while Morgan had no doubt that Martha Kent was serious in her intent on leaving her husband, he knew that Kal would never allow that to happen. Not without at least attempting to fix things.
And he should. Kal was too young for this, and had too much potential. He needed to go home, at least to his mother.
And Morgan had to let him go. Whether permanently or part time, he had no right to keep the boy.
He sighed and slid the ring as far on his finger as he could. Then, curling his hand into a fist, he rolled over and did his best to go back to sleep. The coffee could wait.
When Morgan woke again, it was early afternoon. He was not quite as sore, although his muscles ached dully. He called his masseuse and then took a long hot shower. The shower went a long way in clearing the cobwebs from his head and the massage made him feel less creaky. Work distracted him for the night, and he almost didn't notice that Kal hadn't returned by the time the clubs closed.
The next day, Lex Luthor had a byline in the Daily Planet. It detailed exactly what had transpired between Lane Enterprises and LuthorCorp and was favorable to neither. It was also extremely well written, riveting, and informative. It helped Morgan breath easier because he knew that Lex was going to be all right.
It was a little harder to pretend that Kal had not come back the second day, especially when Quentin asked. But it wasn't all that hard, since research on Lionel's doings over the last few months was coming in, Morgan had Lex's article to read and analyze, and the fallout from the article on the television news was fascinating to watch.
By the end of the week, Morgan acknowledged that Kal was not returning. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. He hadn't want Kal to leave, of course, but it'd been inevitable. He was too young and too intelligent to be happy as a kept boy. And his mother had come for him. Second sign that when Kal left, he wouldn’t come back.
At least Kal hadn't forced Morgan to send him away. That would have been too hard. The one thing Morgan was not, and never had been, was noble. He was selfish and it had worked for him for years. Having to start doing noble things now, such as turning Kal away to his life, would have been absurd.
And yet, he would have done it. There was no other way.
Luckily, Kal hadn't come back. He'd faded from Morgan's life like a wisp of smoke or pleasant dream. Just the way it should be.
After two weeks, he packed Kal's belongings and put the money he owed the boy in a high-interest yielding account. He moved out of the penthouse and back into his apartment and, after awhile, the memory of the boy's body against his faded except in the darkest hours of the night.
The only thing he kept present in his life was the ring. Because, in the end, he did not want to forget his precious boy.
TBC ...
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Date: 2004-07-28 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 04:46 pm (UTC)I'll take care of my boys. Or, at least, I"ll try.
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Date: 2004-07-28 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-29 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 08:19 pm (UTC)As for a title, I don't have anything specific in mind, but I have a suggestion. You've mentioned how much you love Cole Porter's music. Is there a phrase in a song that makes you think of Kal and MOrgan? If so, maybe that could be your title.
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Date: 2004-07-28 08:27 pm (UTC)Oh, belieev me, I've been trying to think of one. The problem is, right now, my knowledge of Cole Poter (that is, songs that I know were written by him and know the lyrics to) is confined to the songs used in De-Lovely. And nothing really seems to work. But I might keep trying. A part of me is leaning towards Sympathy for the Devil, though.
Such a sad chapter. I know CLark and Morgan can't really have a happy ending, but the hopeless, and misguided, romantic in me is praying for a reunion
It is a sad chapter. And I hate writing it, but, sadly, that's the way it has to be. *sigh*
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Date: 2004-07-28 09:01 pm (UTC)Rai
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Date: 2004-07-29 11:59 am (UTC)It's hard, because you nkow what he is, and you odn't want to condone it, and yet.... Poor Morgan! :)
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Date: 2004-07-29 12:04 pm (UTC)Rai
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:47 am (UTC)So good. His precious boy. *snivel* I CAN'T believe I'm so affected by this story. And an entire part with just Morgan. Totally. Strange.
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Date: 2004-07-30 05:46 pm (UTC)Don't feel cheap. If there's anything the Sopranos have taught us (and I haven't watched the show, so you dont' have to listen to me) you can be in the wrong kind of business and still be human. Morgan Edge is human. He's a criminal, but he's not a sociopath like Lionel is. He's has a consious, he knows right from wrong, and he woudl never play games with anyone's mind or life. Lionel would, does, and has. So it's okay to feel sorry for Morgan. We loves him. ;)
So good. His precious boy. *snivel* I CAN'T believe I'm so affected by this story. And an entire part with just Morgan. Totally. Strange.
I'm *thrilled* you're affected. :D
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Date: 2004-07-29 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 05:47 pm (UTC)*bawls*
Date: 2004-08-17 11:23 pm (UTC)*weeps*
Beautiful, heart rending chapter. Poor, poor Morgan. *sigh* The murderer with a heart of gold, iow, a good soul.
Brava, hon
*hugs*
Re: *bawls*
Date: 2004-08-18 11:37 am (UTC)Morgan is definetely more relaxing to write than Lionel. It's easier to imagine a human criminal than a sociopath. *shudders* Of coursse, I didn't realize this story was going to be quite so sad when I started it. *sniffs*