The next day saw no radical changes in Lex's behaviour. He went to his classes, paid more attention to his teachers than his classmates, and did not attempt to ask anyone out. At lunch, he was somewhat less subtle about watching the Kryptonian males as he assessed each of them for important qualities such as intelligence, looks, gracefulness, status, and attitude toward humans. For reasons based in psychology, he selected only candidates in higher grade levels than his own. This was in part to foster a feeling that they were older and wiser than he was so they wouldn't be intimidated by his brilliance and ambition, and in part because familiarity breeds contempt and those in his own grade had shared classes with him since he was a stupid human kid who barely spoke the language. Those younger them him were simply too immature.
He focused mostly on the seventeen year olds. Anyone older than that would probably think Lex was the one who was too immature. He had a list of about nine people that met most of his criteria. One in particular was especially breathtaking and he might have stared at that one a bit longer than the others. Kal-El, son of Jor-El, and so far out of the range of possibility that he'd be lucky if the guy deigned to visit his dreams nevermind acknowledge him in real life, but Lex couldn't bring himself to take the name off the list.
For the rest of the week, Lex kept up with his homework, watched Kal-El (well, all nine, really, but Kal-El mostly) during lunch, and researched the families of the nine prospects after school. The best bet was looking like Nu-Rav. He was the son of two scientists. They were reasonably liberal and financially comfortable. Nu himself wasn't engaged to anyone yet nor did he have a girlfriend. He was moderately good looking, top of his class, reasonably well liked if a little self-centered but what do you expect from a genius? He seemed to treat humans pretty much the same as he would a Kryptonian and he was careful not to bump into any in the halls. All-in-all, a very promising candidate.
It was, however, Kal-El that approached Lex first. When he looked up from his sandwich, he was startled to find the only son of the El family right there at his table. He was standing, arms crossed, with a frown on his face as he stared down at Lex. "You've been staring at me for three days. Why?"
Lex's eyes widened in alarm even as he internally cursed, *Damnit, he noticed.* This wasn't good. Lex opened his mouth and closed it again without issuing any words. People had disappeared for lesser offences than stalking the El heir.
Kal-El sat down across from him and leaned forward on the table. In a low voice, he continued, in English, because volume really wouldn't matter if any Kryptonian wanted to eavesdrop, "I've heard about the inappropriate things your kind do, Luthor." Kal-El looked him over breifly. "Let's see the goods. Stand up." Lex stood, his stomach queasy even though he never got sick anymore. The appraisal lingered briefly on both his chest and groin. "Turn around." Lex turned his back on Kal-El, wishing he felt a little less like a piece of meat that Kal-El was thinking about buying. He could practically feel the x-ray aided gaze take in his ass. "Sit." Lex reclaimed his seat, deeply flushed but he looked up and met Kal-El's gaze without flinching. "Not bad, for a human. I could do you. Meet me in front of the school at dismissal."
Lex watched him stand and walk away, barely believing what had just happened. Did he just get a date with Kal-El? More to the point, should he follow through with it? Kal-El had given every indication that it would be nothing but sex. Even if it was good and he impressed Kal-El, his family was way too important to ever consider taking a human male as their only son's spouse. On the other hand - sex. With Kal-El. Besides, Dad would kill him if he gave up a chance to get that close to the Els. Plus, sex. With Kal-El.
He was waiting in front of the school at dismissal. The El hovercar was already there, the driver holding the door open. Lex felt hands pushing him toward it before he noticed Kal-El had arrived. He got into the hovercar and Kal climbed in next to him. The driver closed the door and moved to the front of the vehicle. Lex had never been in one before. Most of the Kryptonians ran or flew home and the Traitor Towers were only a short walk away for the humans.
He gripped the seat as the car lifted into the air and flew toward the El residence, off in an area of the Kryptonian sector that even Traitors weren't allowed in. His heart pounded loudly, obvious to both of them without need for Kryptonian superhearing. Sweat collected on his head and dripped down his back. He stared out the window instead of looking at Kal-El. He nearly leapt out of his skin when Kal-El put a hand on his thigh. He did yelp.
Kal-El smirked at him. "Nervous?"
Feeling like an idiot, Lex nodded because any other answer would have been a bald-faced lie.
"Ever had sex before?"
His heart started pounding faster and more desperately. He shook his head. "Have you, I mean with a human male?" he asked, proud of himself for keeping his voice calm and even.
"When I noticed you watching, I had you investigated." Lex's eyes widened and it was good his heart was strong and fortified with all kinds of medical treatments to make him nearly indestructable by human standards. "The most recent update in your medical file lists you as having a disease known among humans as 'homosexuality' which I looked up." He smiled, approximately how Lex imagined a cobra would smile just before striking. A hand cupped his cheek. "I had hoped your affliction was the reason for your sudden interest in me."
Breathing was difficult in the face of that statement and gesture, but Lex perserved and managed to continue drawing air. He also worked past all the implications and stated, "So you haven't ever been with a human male before."
Kal-El smiled with assurance and began unbuttoning Lex's shirt. "Last night, I engaged in thorough research on the subject. I know," he slid a hand beneath the fabric and tweaked Lex's nipple making him gasp, "all your erogenous zones. I obtained," his other hand pulled out an unlabelled tube of some kind of oil or cream, "the neccessary accessories to account for the inadequecies of your gender. I spoke," he returned the tube to his pocket and finished unbuttoning the last two buttons on Lex's shirt before sliding it off of him, "extensively with your doctor and found out precisely what I must do in order to see to it that you will not be unduly injured during intercourse. Does that satisfy your concerns?"
Lex swallowed and had to use an absurd amount of concentration to formulate a reply as Kal-El proved that he was indeed well versed in a human male's erogenous zones. Even Lex hadn't known that the hollows of his ribs counted as one. "Yeah," he gasped as Kal-El leaned down to breath on one of his nipples. "Have your wicked way with me."
"Hmm, I think I will," Kal pulled Lex onto his lap, holding the back of his head with one hand as he pulled him in for a kiss. While Lex was still getting over the surprise of having a tongue in his mouth - who knew Kryptonians frenched? - Kal's other hand slid beneath the waist of both his pants and underwear to tease against the cleft of his ass. Lex made a sound into Kal's mouth but even he couldn't say whether it was protest or encouragement. Certainly, parts south were more than pleased with the current developments.
Then, more suddenly than it had begun, Lex was back on his part of the seat, his shirt was back on and buttoned, Kal was a cool as a Kryptonian frost-breath and it was all he could do not to gape at the driver as he opened the door on Lex's side of the hover car. Lex got out, his legs able to hold his weight by force of will and possibly with aid from the strengthing treatments. Kal followed him out and led the way imperiously toward the front door of the imposing residence that belonged to the Els.
Inside was more opulent than anything Lex had ever seen. He was in the top tiers of human wealth, but the penthouse apartment in the Traitor Towers could have been a cheap motel by comparison. His eyes drank in the furnishings and sheer scale of the place with awe. "Pretty nice digs, huh?" Kal asked, surprising Lex by using English slang. He shouldn't have been, though. Jor-El gave interviews with the human news stations all the time. He and his family were pretty much the defacto rulers of the Mississippi River Valley. Their constituents included millions of English-speaking humans. It only made sense that his son would be completely fluent in the language, including slang.
Lex grinned at him, "Way cool," he answered in the same tongue, inexpertly testing out some slang he picked up on television. It felt awkward on his tongue.
Kal-El clapped him on the shoulder and grinned back, seeming to know somehow that Lex had never said anything remotely like that ever before and probably never would again. He inclined his head toward a doorway. "C'mon. We'll grab a snack then go upstairs." The kitchen was enormous. The penthouse barely had a kitchenette because neither Lex nor his father knew how to do more than warm up left-overs and the hired cooks had access to extensive facilities on a lower floor. Lex had never been there personally, but he imagined even that paled beside this place.
Kal pulled a plate out of the refridgerator and put it on the warming plate for a moment, then brought it over to a counter with bar stools. Lex took the stool next to Kal's and accepted one of the cookies on the plate. Between one blink and the next, they each had glasses of milk and Kal was grinning again. "Milk and cookies are perhaps the pinnacle of human culinary accomplishments."
Lex laughed, "Don't let my dad hear you say that or he'll fill your plate full of escargot and lament for the palate of Kryptonian aristocracy."
Kal-El wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "I have no idea how your people decided that using the French word for snails somehow made them a good thing to eat."
"Don't worry, it's an affliction that only affected the upper classes. I suspect inbreeding as a leading cause."
Kal snickered. "I assume then, you do not suffer that malady?"
Lex shook his head, his blue eyes sparkling. "Much to my father's great disappointment. I keep telling him that it's my Kryptonian upbringing that prevents my enjoyment of such dishes, but he insists it's a serious failing that I must correct. Perhaps with your support, I can convince him of the error of his ways."
"Oh, no," Kal declined, holding up both hands, "I wouldn't want to intrude on a human internal dispute. The Treaty of 1995 permits your kind to handle such disagreements without Kryptonian interference."
"Blast," Lex grumped. "Not even to prevent the proliferation of escargot within Kryptonian sectors?" He recognized that they were both trying to show off their English vocabularies. It was kind of, almost, fun.
Kal shook his head, mock-sadly. "I'm afraid my hands are tied in this matter. You'll have to just eat your milk and cookies here while you can."
"Alas," Lex despaired, then dunked his cookie in the milk as Kal was doing. On the few occassions when Lex had been given milk and cookies, Lionel had not permitted him to do that, but he took advantage of the current opportunity to try it. "These are really good," he complimented, speaking in Kryptonian again when he finished chewing his first bite.
Kal nodded. "We get them from one of the small human towns not too far from here. Ever been to Smallville?"
Lex shook his head and held up the wrist with his bracelet. "We're not really welcome outside the walls. I'm actually a little surprised they'll trade with you."
Kal-El shrugged. "We promote it as 'strengthening the local economies.' Besides, it's been years. They're not as separationist as they used to be. Most people on both sides are willing to engage in limited business deals between the races."
That sounded promising for future integration efforts. He didn't expect to ever be forgiven for his father's betrayal, but at least the average human seemed to have pretty much accepted the Kryptonians as a permanent fixture, continuing rallies and protests for independent rule notwithstanding. Perhaps the walls would come down sometime in his lifetime. "That's good," he said aloud before finishing his cookie.
Kal finished his second one at the same time and the plate and glasses disappeared. Kal stood directly in front him, letting both his hands rest on Lex's waist as he leaned in for a chocolate chip flavored kiss. Lex didn't remember closing his eyes, but he opened them as Kal pulled away breifly. He took Lex's chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed him again, soft and gentle.
When Lex was given use of his mouth back, he asked, "Just so I know what to expect, is this a one time thing or are you going to keep me around?"
Frowning thoughtfully as he began to once more unfasten the buttons of Lex's shirt, Kal mused, as much to himself as to Lex, "I was going to just have sex with you then have you returned, but you're more interesting than I expected and," he pushed the shirt off and kissed the exposed collar bone, "a virgin to boot, so I think I'll take my time with you."
"How," Lex gasped as both of Kal's thumbs brushed against both of his nipples. He tried again, "How long will that be?" He really hoped he wasn't getting his hopes up just in time for them to be dashed.
Kal's fingers deftly unfastened Lex's pants and he lifted him out of the stool long enough whisk both slacks and underwear away. Lex noticed his feet were also bare but when his shoes and socks had disappeared was beyond his knowledge. The wood of the barstool felt strange against the naked skin of his buttocks. Kal stepped back to give Lex a thorough examination. His lips pursed and he briefly shook his head just before the world shifted several feet to the right. The marble of the countertop was smooth and freezing under his ass and his knees had been pushed far apart. Now Kal was nodding and smirking. "Much better," he said, then floated into the air and hovered directly in front of Lex, right between his legs. He gave another kiss, this one with the clear intention of checking to see if Lex had never had his tonsils removed. His hands roamed all over Lex's body, touching everywhere. He only barely managed to keep from coming when the fingers wrapped around his dick and tugged once before moving elsewhere. The brushes against his balls and down the cleft of his ass were also near misses and by the time he was released to breathe, his vision was fuzzy, his whole body was nearly vibrating with need and he was ready to explode at the least provocation. He had nearly forgotten that he'd asked a question, nevermind what it was.
"You'll be spending the night," Kal told him and Lex nodded because that sounded like a fantastic idea. He was more than a little confused when a communicator was placed in his hands. After a moment, Kal prompted, "Tell your father."
Right, yes. Of course. He pushed the connect button and said, "Lionel Luthor."
After a moment, Dad's voice came back, all but dripping with supercilliousness and some small part bafflement, "Jor-El?"
Must be Kal's father's communicator. Huh. Lex forced his brain to work on the task at hand and said, "Dad, it's Lex. I'm not going to be home tonight."
"Lex?" Dad repeated, still sounding a bit confused. Lex forgave him. He was pretty sure he was operating on about 2% of his mental faculties so it was possible he wasn't making sense.
"Yeah. I won't be home tonight," he repeated, pretty sure that sentence was entirely in Kryptonian with a subject, verb, and predicate that made sense in relation to each other.
"Where will you be?" he asked.
Lex might have been able to answer with another coherent sentence had Kal not chosen that moment to scrape a nail along the underside of Lex's dick then close his mouth around the head. Lex's pupils blew wide, he all but launched himself off the counter, and he came, shouting, in English, "Holy fucking God!" What became of the communicator, he had no clue. Kal had somehow gotten both hands around Lex's waist and prevented him from knocking them both flat onto the ground. He set Lex back down on the counter, brushed a smear of come off his cheek, then swallowed deliberately.
Picking up the communicator from the floor, Kal spoke shortly, "Your son will be adequately seen to and brought to school in the morning. I may require him tomorrow night as well, but the details of that will be worked out at a later time."
"Wait! Mr. El, my son is only sixteen years old. Please," there was a slight hesitation, barely noticible, as if he was revising his request partway through, "be sure he gets his homework done."
Lex would have wanted to die after such a comment, but he was pretty sure he already had, so he was just grateful he was already dead and didn't need to deal the embarrassment. Kal quirked an eyebrow and smirked at him before saying, "I will see to it. Good night." He severed the connection before Dad could say anything else. "Your father's seriously warped, Lex," he remarked in English.
Lex nodded. He didn't think a verbal response was required so he didn't give one. Kal kissed him again, with just enough tongue to taste himself in Kal's mouth. Then there was a brief moment when Kal wasn't there, followed immediately by Kal being back and picking Lex up into what television told him was a honeymoon carry. Lex wrapped an arm around Kal's neck. "I'm going to bring you upstairs now, Lex," Kal told him, "and then I'm going to fuck you."
Lex nodded again. "Okay."
Kal carried him out of the kitchen, through the foyer, up an ornate staircase, down a hall, and into a bedroom. He slowed in front of every mirror they passed, apparently admiring how Lex looked naked in his arms. Sadly, Kal was still fully clothed in his Kryptonian robes that revealed nothing. Why couldn't Kal wear something like the Supermen's uniform to school? Probably because he didn't want to get mobbed, Lex decided.
Once in the bedroom, Lex was laid carefully down on the mattress. Under his own volition, he scooted into the middle and spread his legs apart. Kal stripped and climbed onto the bed. He knelt over Lex, running his hands down Lex's chest, then outward to hold his hips. "Your skin is so soft and smooth. I had read that your race was hairy."
Lex shrugged. "There seems to be a direct correlation between having functional hair folicles and being as fragile as an untreated human, at least in my case. The sturdier and tougher my body got, the less hair I had. I haven't had any at all in six years."
"I like you like this," Kal announced and eight years of angst while Lex was balding and bald were summarily discarded. He backed up and nudged at Lex's hip indicating he should roll over. Lex did so and was prodded up onto his hands and knees. "Your doctor said this was the safest position for your first time. Spread your legs a little bit so I can reach everything." Lex moved his knees further apart and tried not to become terrified when Kal spread his asscheeks apart. It was one thing to finger fuck yourself in the privacy of your own bedroom. It was something else entirely when you knew you were about to have sex with another man who wasn't even your species.
Something was dropped onto the bed between his legs and Lex lowered his head to see what it was. His heartrate began to escalate as he recognized the tube that Kal had shown him in the hovercar. It faltered entirely when a cool slick finger pressed against his anus but didn't breech the ring of muscle. "Second thoughts?" Kal asked.
Lex shook his head. "No," he denied, pretty much truthfully. He was up to fourth or fifth thoughts at least. Second thoughts had been all the way back during lunch.
"Good," Kal said and his fingertip penetrated. Lex closed his eyes and held his breath, focusing solely on the feeling of that foreign intrusion working its way deeper into his body. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, he began taking in deep breaths, not quite panting, but close. The finger moved around inside him, pressing against the walls of his anal canal, trying to push them wider. He had no idea how long they stayed like that, Lex just breathing as Kal moved his one finger in an attempt to loosen the muscles. After however long it was, Kal nearly startled him by saying, "I think this is the," and he touched a spot inside that Lex's own fingers had never quite managed to reach no matter how much he searched for it. He shouted and his body surged instinctually as Kal finished saying, almostly smugly, "prostate. Very good. I'm adding another finger."
He did more than that. Before, his single finger had explored. Now, the two fingers fucked even as they sissored apart and opened Lex wider. They moved in and out of his body with a rhythm and insistence that compelled him to answer in kind, pushing back against them and straining to take in more. "Another," Kal said in a rough voice after some time that Lex was in no position to judge. A third joined the first two with hardly any break in the rhythm. They fucked him and and he fucked himself on them until he started to become increasingly desperate and tears of need began to collect behind his tightly closed eyelids.
"Fuck," Lex gasped brokenly, "Fuck me, fuck, I need." Kal changed the angle of the fingers, hitting the prostrate, and Lex howled as came.
He cried out in loss as the fingers left him, then whimpered as Kal's swollen cock pushed into his sensitized ass. "Shit," he cried out weakly.
"Damn, Lex, you're incredible. You're like a furnace." Lex gasped and panted and tried not to pass out as his body was split open. Tears spilled freely down his cheeks as his elbows gave out and he collapsed down onto his forearms. Kal stilled as he was fully encased and his hands rubbed against Lex's sides in what would have been a soothing fashion if he hadn't been dying. "Fuck," Kal grunted, "If the doctor said orgasm would make you relax, I can't imagine how tight you would have been before you came. Tell me when you adjust."
Adjust? There was no adjusting to this. This fucking hurt. His entire body throbbed with each beat of his heart. Each breath was agony because there just wasn't room inside him for the air to expand. The sheet under his face was wet with tears. Then, slowly, the impossible happened. The pain begain to ebb.
He became aware that Kal's hands were now gripping his waist. The hold would tighten to the point of pain, then loosen. Tighten to the point of pain, then loosen. Eventually, Kal gritted out, "Lex, I don't know how much longer I can just stay still."
"Okay, but slow," Lex panted, trying to keep his voice calm.
Kal groaned as he shifted. Lex did, too, but less in esctasy and more in pain. With each additional shift and move, though, it hurt less and less, until Kal's gently rolling hips began to feel almost good. Wiping his face on the sheets, he pushed back up to his hands and experimentally pressed back against Kal. Barely a twinge, and he could breathe without pain again, too. Huh. Apparently, adjustment was possible. "I think I'm ready now."
"Good," Kal said, pulling out about halfway then pushing back in. Then he did it again, and again, settling into the same rhythym he'd had earlier with the fingers. Lex became lost in the give and take, leaning forward when Kal began to pull out and pushing backwards when he thrust back in, greedy for more. "Faster," he ordered when it just wasn't enough. Kal complied, speeding up the pace, but Lex needed more. "Faster, more, Kal, fuck me, Kal." The thrusts came faster and deeper and Lex pressed back against each of them, and this was good, this was better than good, this was incredible. "Fuck, Kal, more, I need, more." Kal gripped his hips, changed his angle and came down on just the right spot. "Fuck!" Lex cried out, throwing himself into a frenzy. Kryptonian strong hands held him steady as the next thrust hit the same spot. "Fuck! More! Again!" He was on the razor's edge. One more would bring him over.
Kal seemed to know that, and one of his hands squeezed the base of Lex's cock, "Don't come until I say." He thrust down again, his aim true once more.
Tears again were spilling down Lex's cheeks as he tried not to come. "Fuck, Kal. Let me. I need."
"You can come when I do," Kal told him, squeezing him painfully again even as his thrusts started coming faster and more erratically, though each one was still perfectly angled to drive Lex crazy.
"Fuck, Kal, fuck me, fuck me," Lex chanted, practically sobbing as his cock throbbed and leaked. "Fuck! KAL!" he shouted as finally, finally wet heat spread inside his ass as Kal came with a wordless shout, releasing Lex to do the same onto the bed. His vision blacked out as the most powerful orgasm of his life broke through him.
When he came to, he was lying on his back on the side of the bed and Kal was using a cloth to clean him. He smiled up at Kal, still more than a little dazed, and said inadequately, "Wow."
Kal smiled back, brighter than the sun. Lex was dazzled again and barely caught the agreeing, "Yeah." The smile dimmed a little as concern filled in, "How are you doing? You looked like you were in pretty serious pain for a little while there."
Lex nodded. "I was, but it went away. I'm good now. I can't feel anything. I'm floating on a cloud of endorphins. I'm sated, satisfied, well-fucked. I feel incredible. Just don't ask me to move."
Smirking, Kal tossed the cloth toward the bathroom then laid down beside Lex, letting his fingers drift over the pale hairless skin. "You can have about an hour to not move, but then you need to get dressed before my parents get home."
For the first time since the suggestion was made, Lex began to see the logistical problems with staying the night at the Els' home. Specifically, the Els. "Ah, Kal? My dad knows all about me and my preferences, but what are we telling your parents?"
Kal shrugged like he brought human boys home all the time. "That you'll be sleeping with me tonight." Great. So the most powerful man in the district, one of the 12 most powerful in the Americas, and one of the 36 most powerful on the planet was going to think he was a slut. He wasn't even out of school yet and he was making an impression, and decidedly not the one he wanted to make. Kal's fingers traced over his face, "What's wrong?"
"It's just, your father. I have ambitions. He's not going to think I'm some kind of whore, is he?"
"Well, you were easy," his grin faded when he saw that Lex was not finding it funny. "What kind of ambitions?"
Lex propped himself up on one elbow and looked seriously at Kal. "I'm going to break through the glass ceiling."
He looked confused, "The glass ceiling?"
"The invisible barrier that no human can get through. I'm going to shatter it and pave the way for more equality between our races. I'm not as physically strong or able to fly like you can, but I'm just as smart and I'm going to prove it. I'm going to get on the Kryptonian science board. I'm going to mingle with the likes of your father at the balls and events that humans currently aren't allowed to attend."
He raised a doubtful eyebrow. "And how are you going to do all that? You need family support and sponsorship to acheive most of that and your father isn't going to cut it. He was a great help to us early on, but now he's more of an irritant."
"I'm going to put my body where my mouth is and join with your race. You were lucky you caught me when you did. I was about to ask Nu-Rav out. I calculated him to have the highest likelihood of being a husband who could offer me everything I needed."
Kal sat up and stared down at him in shock. "You want to marry a Kryptonian."
"Yes." Short of getting his father to pass laws explicitly forbidding Kryptonians from marrying humans or same gender partners, Kal couldn't do anything to stop him.
"Then why did you come home with me?"
Lex shrugged. "You're very compelling. I find you very attractive. Nu-Rav has nothing on your sheer physical magnetism. Quite simply, I came with you for precisely one reason. I wanted you to fuck me." For just a moment, there was a flicker of uncontrolled heat vision in Kal's eyes before he tamped it down.
"Damn, Lex, you make me want to do it again."
Feeling a rush of bravado, Lex challenged, "Then do."
With a low growl, Kal rolled him onto his stomach and pushed his legs apart. Slicked fingers were already plunging into his ass before Lex could get his knees under him. Kal's hand pushed down on the small of his back, keeping him down. "Don't, just lie still for now."
It had only been, at most, twenty minutes, so his hole didn't require more than a spread of oil to make him slick before Kal was pushing back inside him. There was a slight burn as his quick-healing body lost what little progress it had made then Kal was laid out on top of him with their bodies as fully interjoined as two people could be. Kal was not a light person so breathing was a little difficult, but mostly he just felt like Kal was attempting to take up residence inside his skin.
Then Kal was using his thighs to push Lex's legs further apart. Lex let his body be guided as Kal's hands traced along his arms, down his sides, then gripped his waist just as Kal began to move. Lex had almost no leverage himself but Kal used his grip on Lex's hips to move Lex's body as he wanted it to move. They pistoned together harshly, each driving thrust and pull drawing a grunt of impact out of Lex, but it was wild and ferocious and incredible and over way too soon. Lex had nothing left to give so Kal came for the both of them.
Kal cleaned Lex up again then helped him get dressed in his clothes that had apparently relocated up to Kal's bedroom from the kitchen at some unknown time. Kal also dressed himself then picked Lex up off the bed and carried out of the room. "I can walk, you know," Lex protested, but there wasn't any feeling behind it and besides, just then, it might have been a lie.
"I know," Kal promised, obviously having no intention of putting Lex down to walk under his own power, "But if you're going to be my human bride, you'd best get used to being carried to places you can't fly to yourself."
Lex couldn't have heard that right. "Your human bride?" he repeated, incredulously.
"What? Am I not as good as Nu-Rav?" The way Kal said Nu's name, he could have been talking about some vile criminal in the Phantom Zone. Wow. That was jealousy. Lex was stunned.
"No! No, that's not it at all! I just didn't think you'd want that kind of commitment to me. I figured your father planned to have you wed some nice Kryptonian girl."
They had reached the living room and Kal set Lex down on the white upholstered couch. "He did," Kal confirmed, shrugging, "We'll just have to break the news to him slowly, maybe find some way to mitigate the class difference."
Lex stared at him. "How do you mitigate being a member of a subjugated race, not to mention of the wrong gender?"
"How did you intend to break the idea to Nu-Rav's parents?"
Spreading his hands helplessly, Lex shook his head. "Nu-Rav's father isn't a fucking Councilor. I was going to try to fast talk to him about integration and equal opportunities and dazzle him with my knowledge of Kryptonian science. If absolutely neccessary, I would discuss surrogacy if they had a problem about heirs."
Kal grimaced. "That isn't going to work here. We'll have to find another method, but there's no real hurry. For now, you can be my fuck buddy."
"Fuck buddy," Lex repeated the English words dubiously. "Does that have a Kryptonian equivalent?"
"It's a human phenomenon, but you're human, so we can get away with it." He disappeared briefly then returned with their school bags. "If we're doing homework together when he gets home, it'll look almost innocent."
"Except we're not in the same grade and usually fuck buddies are friends for a while before they jump into bed together and you've never mentioned me before."
Kal waved vaguely. "He knows English well enough to know the term, not well enough to so exactly define it. Besides, he knows casual human sexuality exists, but it confuses him."
Lex opened his bag and pulled out his math book as he asked, "And what's your excuse, Kryptonian?"
"I'm young, reckless, and male."
"Why can't we both be young, reckless, and male?"
Kal gave him a look like he was missing the obvious. "Because that would make you a slut which you already said you didn't want him to think you were."
"Oh. Right." Lex agreed, turning to the page his assignment was on. "Then I'll be a human following obscure casual sex rules, which means that sex with you doesn't count toward being a slut because we're friends."
Kal grinned and opened a book from his own bag. "Exactly."
"Great," Lex agreed. After a moment, he added, "So does that mean we're friends, too?"
Kal looked at him, amused. "Sure."
"Cool."
