#266--Smallville
Title: Get Out Alive
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Summary: Drunk Fic #266- ClarkxRed Kryptonite + JasonxDrunk = SEX!
Disclaimer: I do not own this fandom. If I did, I would not be going to high school.
Word Count: 3581
A/N: My first attempt at porn. I’m working on it. Be nice!
“Get Out Alive”
The music swam over Jason Teague as he danced the night away in the middle of the club’s dance floor. The heady beat of techno thrummed through him, carrying some kind of power that made his skin crawl and his mind lose all control. He danced, his hips thrusting with the music, and sweat dampening his skin, making it glisten in the blue and green strobe lights.
He didn’t care what was going on right now in Smallville, he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to think about Lana or his mother or Lex Luthor. This night was just for him, and he was going to enjoy it to its fullest.
The song changed suddenly to a slower beat, and Jason found himself parched. He left the dance floor, eager to get a drink and get back out there. He wasn’t going to miss out on getting completely wasted, and probably making a total ass out of himself. Because that was what this night was about. It was about freeing himself from the drama his life had become. It was about forgetting and having one night where he could be completely guilt free and troubles free. He didn’t get many of those nights, and he was going to make the best of this one.
Jason went over to the bar and sat down on a free stool. The bartender was busy, so he didn’t see Jason wave him over. However, someone else did. Someone set two shots of some amber liquid in front of him and slipped a broad hand across Jason’s back, settling just above his ass.
“You looked like you needed a drink,” Jason heard someone whisper in his ear. Warm breath blew across his ear and Jason shivered at the way the breath cooled the sweat on his skin. The hand on his back felt authoritative and confident, and he didn’t demand that the guy remove it. It felt…nice. Safe. Yet dangerous at the same time. Was that possible? Apparently. Jason tried to turn and see who was behind him, who was touching him in such a familiar way, but that strong hand prevented him from moving.
“Well?” The voice asked, sounding distinctly familiar. “Not going to turn down free tequila are you? Coach?”
Wait a second…Jason turned around, muscling around the hand, and found himself looking into striking blue eyes, the eyes of his star quarterback. The eyes of Clark Kent, farm boy and plaid enthusiast. Only, this was a different person standing before him. It looked like Clark Kent, sure, but Clark didn’t usually look like…this. Clark wore a tight black tank top that glittered in the lights and hugged his torso like it was a second skin. His pants were the same, except they were leather and molded to his legs. His hair was longer, mussed up, and he was grinning, as if he was a predator and he’d just caught sight of his prey.
Immediately, warning lights went off in Jason’s mind. This was his student, his responsibility. Here Clark was, in a club for the over 21 (and he was most certainly not in the category), handing Jason two shot glasses filled with a particularly strong liquor. Jason didn’t know why he didn’t haul Clark’s ass out of there that moment, but for some reason, he knew that Clark wasn’t going to go quietly. Jason wasn’t in the mood for a scene right now, so he didn’t say anything.
He just gazed up at Clark. There was something about him right now that was…hypnotizing. Jason couldn’t -or didn’t want to- tear his eyes away.
“Earth to Jason,” Clark teased, waving another broad hand in front of Jason’s face. Jason shook his head, and turned away.
“What are you doing here, Kent?” Jason asked, recovering quickly and assuming the role of assistant football coach. He sat up straighter in his chair and scanned his football player to make sure he was alright. Or maybe he just wanted to get a good look at him. He wasn’t really sure.
“Just admiring the view,” Clark said with a feral grin. “It’s a nice view.” He said the last part with a purr in his voice and a bold eye as his dark, clouded gaze swept over Jason. He stepped closer and, keeping the hand on Jason’s back, leaned in and murmured, “I’ve always like to look at you.” He pulled away and grabbed one of the tequila shots and downed it quickly, gasping with delight at the burn of the alcohol down his throat. He slammed the glass down on the bar, not hard enough to break or crack it, but forcefully enough to make a loud noise. Several people at the bar looked down at him, and Clark just glared their ways, daring them to say something.
Jason didn’t see them, or hear the bang of the glass on the countertop. He kept replaying the words in his mind that Clark had spoken to him. “I’ve always liked to look at you.” Jason couldn’t deny that those words, paired with his husky voice, sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He grinned and downed the shot before him. Jason wasn’t a stranger to drinking, but he was unprepared for the bite, the sting, the burning. He swallowed quickly, but not quickly enough. The tequila burnt his nose and throat, forming a hot feeling to spread in his belly. He let out a long breath as the effects subsided.
“Woah,” Jason let out a sigh. He coughed a bit, then glanced back at Clark. “So, what are you really doing here, Clark? I hear that there are some people out there looking for you.” News of the farm boy’s disappearance was huge in Smallville. It was all Lana could think about, and that annoyed Jason to no end. Maybe he’d go back and tell everyone that he’d found the missing boy, that he’d met up with him in the new club Bang. That he’d shared Tequila shots with him.
No one would believe him.
“It’s Kal,” Clark said. “Kal, not Clark.”
“Excuse me?” Jason asked, disbelieving. What had he said?
“My name is Kal. Not Clark. I like Kal better.” He smirked, his pointed teeth looking more threatening tonight. Jason grinned; he couldn’t help it. Clark had always brought that out in him.
“Okay,” Jason conceded. “Kal.” Secretly, he liked that name, too. But he wasn’t going to admit it aloud. “What are you doing here?” He was sure that Clark -no, Kal- hadn’t answered that question. What was a seventeen-year-old kid doing in a place like Bang?
“Isn’t it obvious, Coach?” Kal asked. He leaned in again, and this time, it was as if Jason was hungering for his touch. He leaned in himself to meet Kal in the middle. Kal laid his face in the crook of Jason’s bare neck and Jason could have sworn that he breathed him in. “I’m here for you.” Jason was too caught up in what he had said to notice that Kal had slid another three shot glasses before him.
Kal took one, and Jason, following his lead, swallowed the last two one right after the other. The alcohol didn’t burn quite as much, and in fact, it was leaving Jason feeling pleasantly buzzed. He knew that if he got up now, he’d been hard pressed to stand without swaying. So, he stayed sitting. Kal grabbed another and swallowed it, then gave one last one to Jason. He tipped it back easily, without hesitation and put it back on the bar, top down. He had no idea where Kal was getting these glasses so quickly, but he knew that he didn’t care right now. Didn’t care about much but the feeling of Kal next to him, his strong hand on his back.
“So, you’re here for me?” Jason asked, his voice calm and steady, but his insides warm and numb. “What does that mean?”
Kal smiled broadly and grazed his fingers down Jason’s sides, causing pleasant tingles to shoot up and down his body. Jason tried to ignore the feelings he was experiencing, but when Kal slid his hand to Jason’s chest and found his nipple beneath his tee shirt, twisting it hard, the sensations traveled straight to his groin. But he didn’t care. Jason didn’t give a shit that he was sprouting a hard on in the middle of the club. He just cared that Kal’s expert fingers never stopped exploring his body.
In the back of his mind, somewhere, Jason knew that the entire interaction between Kal and him was bordering on illegal and immoral. He knew that he could lose his job for this. Hell, with his relationship with Lana, he probably would anyways. Why would one more affair with a student (even if it was a male student) matter?
Jason wasn’t drunk enough to forget his mind, forget about the consequences that this night (he hoped this would turn into a night) would probably bring, but was drunk enough not to give a shit. He wanted whatever Kal was offering. He leaned into the touch, moaning low in his throat. He heard Kal chuckle darkly behind him, and then felt himself being pulled from the chair.
“Come on, Coach,” Kal urged, tugging him along the crowded floor. “Let’s get out of here.” Jason smiled and let himself be dragged out of the club and into the warm night air.
The outside of the club, at the wee hours of two in the morning, was just as crowded as it had been three hours ago when Jason was admitted. People lined up down the block, dressed in all manners of clubbing clothes. Jason almost laughed when he saw some guy dressed in pink spandex, but he was too busy being pulled into an alley a few buildings down.
There was no one there when Kal flatted Jason against the wall, holding his hands at his sides. No one was there when Kal’s lips came down on Jason’s, hard and bruising and perfect. Jason groaned into the kiss as Kal forced his tongue through his lips and into Jason’s mouth, taking complete control of the situation. The kiss was burning, hard, hot, harsh, demanding, and everything that Jason needed at the moment. He moaned and wiggled his hips, fitting himself against Kal. Jason gasped as Kal nipped at his lip, his tongue, tasting and exploring his mouth like he was making some monumental discovery.
“Unh, Coach,” Kal growled deep in his throat as he moved from Jason’s mouth to his jaw and chin and cheek and then down his throat. He licked a thin, fiery trail down Jason’s moist flesh. Jason opened his eyes and glanced around them as Kal worked his magic on Jason’s neck. He saw they were in a grungy alleyway, behind a dumpster that obscured them from the outside world. Good. He didn’t want someone to happen upon them and report them.
When Kal took some of Jason’s flesh into his mouth and bit and sucked it in, Jason let out a long sigh. He would probably have a hickey there for awhile, but it was worth it. He needed it. Needed the feelings that danced over the line of pleasure and pain.
Kal let go of Jason’s wrists and Jason immediately reached for the teenager, gripping his hips and bringing their rigid cocks together in a flurry of pleasures. Jason hissed as the colliding members caused stars to explode behind his eyes. Kal slid his muscled thigh between Jason’s legs and rubbed tantalizingly against the underside of Jason’s throbbing cock. He was as hard as rock and just getting harder.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Jason,” Kal told him as he pulled away and gazed into Jason’s eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you against this wall, and you’re gonna be beggin’ for it before long.” Jason’s cock twitched at the foul language and hardened further, if that was possible.
Lana had never done anything like this with him. The very few times they had sex, she had just lied there, unsure of what she was supposed to do, or wanted to do. He had to do all the work, and when they were finished, she just went to sleep, leaving him unsatisfied with the coupling. The one time he’d tried to talk dirty to her, she had started to giggle and snort, and he lost his hard-on right then and there. Needless to say, fucking Lana was always unsatisfying.
But Jason knew that Kal was going to be different.
“I want to see your mouth wrapped around my cock,” Kal breathed into Jason’s ear. “Want you to suck me, catch my come in your mouth. You got some pretty cock sucking lips, made for fucking.” He threaded his hand through Jason’s short hair.
Jason grinned broadly. He couldn’t have guessed what made him do it. The next thing he knew, he was kneeling before Kal and reaching up to unfasten his leather pants. He unzipped them once he got the hook undone and reached in, wrapping his hands around Kal’s burning cock. He pulled it out, tugging it free of the confines of the pants. Luckily, Kal was going commando, so there was no pair of boxers to worry about. Jason gripped Kal’s cock at the base and, without further adieu, leaned it and trailed his tongue along the swollen head.
“That’s it,” Kal urged him on. He settled a gentle hand on the back of Jason’s head. Jason, urged on by the deep voice above him, tasted a few drops of the precum leaking out of Kal's tip and swirled the pearly drops on his tongue. They were salty, musky, purely masculine, and tasted too good to pass up. Jason took the entire head in his mouth and sucked gently, letting his teeth rake along the sensitive tip. Kal growled and pressed Jason onto his cock. “Fuck yes.” The heady words were just as good as the liquor. They were turning Jason on and he wanted more of Kal’s cock in his mouth, needed to take as much as he could.
Jason wrapped his hand around the base, held it still, and tried to get as much of Kal’s cock in his mouth as he could. He still had some room for his tongue, and bathed the cock with his tongue. He tasted like soap and something else, something powerful and strong. Jason felt Kal’s hand keeping his head there, so he had nothing else to do but suck. And he did. He sucked on Kal’s cock until he couldn’t breathe anymore and pulled off. Kal’s spit slick cock popped from his mouth.
“Felt just as good as I thought it would,” Kal told him lovingly, stroking his cheek with his fingers. Jason took Kal’s fingers into the mouth that used to hold his cock. They weren’t as salty as the precum he’d sucked down, but it was as if something needed to have as much of Kal as he could in him. Jason couldn’t keep his mouth off the boy -no, man- and hummed with desire as he nipped and sucked Kal’s fingers.
But that didn’t last for long. Kal stole his fingers from Jason’s warm orifice and gripped him under his arms, hauling him up and pressing him against the wall, face against grimy brick and his back exposed to the sex hungry teen.
“Gonna fuck you now, Jason. Gonna take you hard and fast,” Kal muttered. Jason felt the fear of the unknown sweep under him, and he started to struggle. He at least wanted to see what Kal was doing. But Kal’s strong arms held him in place, and Jason could only moan and whimper. “Stay still, baby,” Kal ordered. “Or you aren’t going to get anything to help my cock fuck you.” Jason stilled and felt Kal roughly pull apart the zipper on his jeans and tug them down. His warm flesh was exposed to the slightly cooler air and he gasped when Kal’s rough hands took a hold of his hips and brought them up. His thigh roughly parted Jason’s legs and brought the jeans down even further.
“Do you have…have anything?” Jason asked as he felt Kal’s fingers probe the crease of his ass, between the cheeks. They had yet to delve between them and he tried to prepare himself for the feeling of having something penetrate his most private place.
“No. But it’s okay. I’m clean. Now, shut up and hold still.” Jason breathed out a sigh of relief and felt himself being forcefully halted. He held his breath as he felt Kal remove his hand and then bring it back to his ass, sliding two slick fingers between the globes of flesh. He tensed as Kal’s fingers grazed his puckered entrance, then slid in, only going to the first knuckle.
“Ooh, baby, you’re so tight,” Kal grunted. He pressed in further and sweat broke out on Jason’s forehead. He tried to tense, but a harsh slap to his right ass cheek stopped that in its tracks. “Stop squirming,” Kal ordered. Jason obeyed and tried to relax, letting Kal’s fingers slide past the ring of muscle and into him. Into him. Jason grinned when he felt the expert tips of Kal’s fingers brushing the spot within him, the one that made his cock dance and want to do some rather impressive maneuvers. He moaned as Kal slid in another finger, making it three in his ass at one time. He stretched him, got him ready for what he was going to experience.
“Here I go,” Kal told him, removing his fingers with slick pops and pressing his heated, still slick flesh against Jason. He spread his ass cheeks and lined his cock up with Jason’s hole. “Ooh, baby.” Kal grunted as he pushed past the recently stretched ring. Jason cried out as the burning pain spread from his ass outward as Kal hammered home.
“Maybe if you relaxed it wouldn’t hurt so damn much, you fucking pussy,” Kal hissed. Jason didn’t know why, but those words went directly to his cock just like the sensations of Kal’s fingers on his nipple and up his ass. He liked the whole dirty talk thing.
Kal paused, letting Jason get accustomed to his girth, then pulled out until on his head remained, and hammered back into him with a heavy cry. He kept going, with only Jason’s spit as lubrication. Soon, Jason stopped feeling the pain as it bled slowly but surely into pleasure. He moaned and held himself upright.
Kal’s tip kept running over, into, caressing the web of nerves that electrified him. Every single time, Kal managed to hit his spot with the head of his cock and that sent Jason close to tears of pleasure.
“Harder…harder…more,” Jason begged. He ignored the triumphant chuckle behind him as he felt Kal thrusting into him with more and more force. As Kal gripped his hips (there would be bruises the next morning), Jason’s hand traveled down to his cock and started to jerk off in motion with Kal’s thrusts.
“Told you you’d be begging,” Kal grunted as he kept pushing into his high school football coach. “I win.”
But Jason didn’t care. All he cared about was the warmth that started to radiate out from his cock as he kept stroking it, running his fevered hand over his length in time with Kal’s movements in him. He didn’t have time to think about the fact that he was letting a student fuck him as his cock started to erupt and hurled long strings of milky white come out of him, against the alleyway wall and dumpster next to them.
Jason tightened around Kal’s cock and that sent the Kryptonian over the edge. He cried out, long and low, as his cock started to spasm, sending his come deep into Jason’s ass. They finished at the same time, and Kal removed himself soon after. Jason leaned against the wall, having only his hands holding him up. The labored breathing and sweat, not to mention the ropy strings of come on the brick and up his ass, were the only pieces of evidence of what took place tonight.
Jason didn’t stop him as Kal reached around and wiped some come off his hand, off the tip of his cock and brought the finger to his mouth, tasting Jason’s seed. He sucked on his finger, languishing in the taste. Jason almost hardened right then and there, but the fact that he’d just let loose kept his cock from rising again.
“Hmm. Tasty.” Kal told him. Jason didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there, his pants around his ankles and come leaking out of his ass. What was he going to do? He didn’t have a chance to ask because Kal suddenly leaned in, kissed him full on the lips, and pulled back.
“Well, thanks for the lay, Coach.” And he was gone.
Leaving Jason standing, bare assed and cold in an alleyway he’d just sprayed with white ropes of come.
What a night.
End
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Summary: Drunk Fic #266- ClarkxRed Kryptonite + JasonxDrunk = SEX!
Disclaimer: I do not own this fandom. If I did, I would not be going to high school.
Word Count: 3581
A/N: My first attempt at porn. I’m working on it. Be nice!
“Get Out Alive”
The music swam over Jason Teague as he danced the night away in the middle of the club’s dance floor. The heady beat of techno thrummed through him, carrying some kind of power that made his skin crawl and his mind lose all control. He danced, his hips thrusting with the music, and sweat dampening his skin, making it glisten in the blue and green strobe lights.
He didn’t care what was going on right now in Smallville, he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to think about Lana or his mother or Lex Luthor. This night was just for him, and he was going to enjoy it to its fullest.
The song changed suddenly to a slower beat, and Jason found himself parched. He left the dance floor, eager to get a drink and get back out there. He wasn’t going to miss out on getting completely wasted, and probably making a total ass out of himself. Because that was what this night was about. It was about freeing himself from the drama his life had become. It was about forgetting and having one night where he could be completely guilt free and troubles free. He didn’t get many of those nights, and he was going to make the best of this one.
Jason went over to the bar and sat down on a free stool. The bartender was busy, so he didn’t see Jason wave him over. However, someone else did. Someone set two shots of some amber liquid in front of him and slipped a broad hand across Jason’s back, settling just above his ass.
“You looked like you needed a drink,” Jason heard someone whisper in his ear. Warm breath blew across his ear and Jason shivered at the way the breath cooled the sweat on his skin. The hand on his back felt authoritative and confident, and he didn’t demand that the guy remove it. It felt…nice. Safe. Yet dangerous at the same time. Was that possible? Apparently. Jason tried to turn and see who was behind him, who was touching him in such a familiar way, but that strong hand prevented him from moving.
“Well?” The voice asked, sounding distinctly familiar. “Not going to turn down free tequila are you? Coach?”
Wait a second…Jason turned around, muscling around the hand, and found himself looking into striking blue eyes, the eyes of his star quarterback. The eyes of Clark Kent, farm boy and plaid enthusiast. Only, this was a different person standing before him. It looked like Clark Kent, sure, but Clark didn’t usually look like…this. Clark wore a tight black tank top that glittered in the lights and hugged his torso like it was a second skin. His pants were the same, except they were leather and molded to his legs. His hair was longer, mussed up, and he was grinning, as if he was a predator and he’d just caught sight of his prey.
Immediately, warning lights went off in Jason’s mind. This was his student, his responsibility. Here Clark was, in a club for the over 21 (and he was most certainly not in the category), handing Jason two shot glasses filled with a particularly strong liquor. Jason didn’t know why he didn’t haul Clark’s ass out of there that moment, but for some reason, he knew that Clark wasn’t going to go quietly. Jason wasn’t in the mood for a scene right now, so he didn’t say anything.
He just gazed up at Clark. There was something about him right now that was…hypnotizing. Jason couldn’t -or didn’t want to- tear his eyes away.
“Earth to Jason,” Clark teased, waving another broad hand in front of Jason’s face. Jason shook his head, and turned away.
“What are you doing here, Kent?” Jason asked, recovering quickly and assuming the role of assistant football coach. He sat up straighter in his chair and scanned his football player to make sure he was alright. Or maybe he just wanted to get a good look at him. He wasn’t really sure.
“Just admiring the view,” Clark said with a feral grin. “It’s a nice view.” He said the last part with a purr in his voice and a bold eye as his dark, clouded gaze swept over Jason. He stepped closer and, keeping the hand on Jason’s back, leaned in and murmured, “I’ve always like to look at you.” He pulled away and grabbed one of the tequila shots and downed it quickly, gasping with delight at the burn of the alcohol down his throat. He slammed the glass down on the bar, not hard enough to break or crack it, but forcefully enough to make a loud noise. Several people at the bar looked down at him, and Clark just glared their ways, daring them to say something.
Jason didn’t see them, or hear the bang of the glass on the countertop. He kept replaying the words in his mind that Clark had spoken to him. “I’ve always liked to look at you.” Jason couldn’t deny that those words, paired with his husky voice, sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He grinned and downed the shot before him. Jason wasn’t a stranger to drinking, but he was unprepared for the bite, the sting, the burning. He swallowed quickly, but not quickly enough. The tequila burnt his nose and throat, forming a hot feeling to spread in his belly. He let out a long breath as the effects subsided.
“Woah,” Jason let out a sigh. He coughed a bit, then glanced back at Clark. “So, what are you really doing here, Clark? I hear that there are some people out there looking for you.” News of the farm boy’s disappearance was huge in Smallville. It was all Lana could think about, and that annoyed Jason to no end. Maybe he’d go back and tell everyone that he’d found the missing boy, that he’d met up with him in the new club Bang. That he’d shared Tequila shots with him.
No one would believe him.
“It’s Kal,” Clark said. “Kal, not Clark.”
“Excuse me?” Jason asked, disbelieving. What had he said?
“My name is Kal. Not Clark. I like Kal better.” He smirked, his pointed teeth looking more threatening tonight. Jason grinned; he couldn’t help it. Clark had always brought that out in him.
“Okay,” Jason conceded. “Kal.” Secretly, he liked that name, too. But he wasn’t going to admit it aloud. “What are you doing here?” He was sure that Clark -no, Kal- hadn’t answered that question. What was a seventeen-year-old kid doing in a place like Bang?
“Isn’t it obvious, Coach?” Kal asked. He leaned in again, and this time, it was as if Jason was hungering for his touch. He leaned in himself to meet Kal in the middle. Kal laid his face in the crook of Jason’s bare neck and Jason could have sworn that he breathed him in. “I’m here for you.” Jason was too caught up in what he had said to notice that Kal had slid another three shot glasses before him.
Kal took one, and Jason, following his lead, swallowed the last two one right after the other. The alcohol didn’t burn quite as much, and in fact, it was leaving Jason feeling pleasantly buzzed. He knew that if he got up now, he’d been hard pressed to stand without swaying. So, he stayed sitting. Kal grabbed another and swallowed it, then gave one last one to Jason. He tipped it back easily, without hesitation and put it back on the bar, top down. He had no idea where Kal was getting these glasses so quickly, but he knew that he didn’t care right now. Didn’t care about much but the feeling of Kal next to him, his strong hand on his back.
“So, you’re here for me?” Jason asked, his voice calm and steady, but his insides warm and numb. “What does that mean?”
Kal smiled broadly and grazed his fingers down Jason’s sides, causing pleasant tingles to shoot up and down his body. Jason tried to ignore the feelings he was experiencing, but when Kal slid his hand to Jason’s chest and found his nipple beneath his tee shirt, twisting it hard, the sensations traveled straight to his groin. But he didn’t care. Jason didn’t give a shit that he was sprouting a hard on in the middle of the club. He just cared that Kal’s expert fingers never stopped exploring his body.
In the back of his mind, somewhere, Jason knew that the entire interaction between Kal and him was bordering on illegal and immoral. He knew that he could lose his job for this. Hell, with his relationship with Lana, he probably would anyways. Why would one more affair with a student (even if it was a male student) matter?
Jason wasn’t drunk enough to forget his mind, forget about the consequences that this night (he hoped this would turn into a night) would probably bring, but was drunk enough not to give a shit. He wanted whatever Kal was offering. He leaned into the touch, moaning low in his throat. He heard Kal chuckle darkly behind him, and then felt himself being pulled from the chair.
“Come on, Coach,” Kal urged, tugging him along the crowded floor. “Let’s get out of here.” Jason smiled and let himself be dragged out of the club and into the warm night air.
The outside of the club, at the wee hours of two in the morning, was just as crowded as it had been three hours ago when Jason was admitted. People lined up down the block, dressed in all manners of clubbing clothes. Jason almost laughed when he saw some guy dressed in pink spandex, but he was too busy being pulled into an alley a few buildings down.
There was no one there when Kal flatted Jason against the wall, holding his hands at his sides. No one was there when Kal’s lips came down on Jason’s, hard and bruising and perfect. Jason groaned into the kiss as Kal forced his tongue through his lips and into Jason’s mouth, taking complete control of the situation. The kiss was burning, hard, hot, harsh, demanding, and everything that Jason needed at the moment. He moaned and wiggled his hips, fitting himself against Kal. Jason gasped as Kal nipped at his lip, his tongue, tasting and exploring his mouth like he was making some monumental discovery.
“Unh, Coach,” Kal growled deep in his throat as he moved from Jason’s mouth to his jaw and chin and cheek and then down his throat. He licked a thin, fiery trail down Jason’s moist flesh. Jason opened his eyes and glanced around them as Kal worked his magic on Jason’s neck. He saw they were in a grungy alleyway, behind a dumpster that obscured them from the outside world. Good. He didn’t want someone to happen upon them and report them.
When Kal took some of Jason’s flesh into his mouth and bit and sucked it in, Jason let out a long sigh. He would probably have a hickey there for awhile, but it was worth it. He needed it. Needed the feelings that danced over the line of pleasure and pain.
Kal let go of Jason’s wrists and Jason immediately reached for the teenager, gripping his hips and bringing their rigid cocks together in a flurry of pleasures. Jason hissed as the colliding members caused stars to explode behind his eyes. Kal slid his muscled thigh between Jason’s legs and rubbed tantalizingly against the underside of Jason’s throbbing cock. He was as hard as rock and just getting harder.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Jason,” Kal told him as he pulled away and gazed into Jason’s eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you against this wall, and you’re gonna be beggin’ for it before long.” Jason’s cock twitched at the foul language and hardened further, if that was possible.
Lana had never done anything like this with him. The very few times they had sex, she had just lied there, unsure of what she was supposed to do, or wanted to do. He had to do all the work, and when they were finished, she just went to sleep, leaving him unsatisfied with the coupling. The one time he’d tried to talk dirty to her, she had started to giggle and snort, and he lost his hard-on right then and there. Needless to say, fucking Lana was always unsatisfying.
But Jason knew that Kal was going to be different.
“I want to see your mouth wrapped around my cock,” Kal breathed into Jason’s ear. “Want you to suck me, catch my come in your mouth. You got some pretty cock sucking lips, made for fucking.” He threaded his hand through Jason’s short hair.
Jason grinned broadly. He couldn’t have guessed what made him do it. The next thing he knew, he was kneeling before Kal and reaching up to unfasten his leather pants. He unzipped them once he got the hook undone and reached in, wrapping his hands around Kal’s burning cock. He pulled it out, tugging it free of the confines of the pants. Luckily, Kal was going commando, so there was no pair of boxers to worry about. Jason gripped Kal’s cock at the base and, without further adieu, leaned it and trailed his tongue along the swollen head.
“That’s it,” Kal urged him on. He settled a gentle hand on the back of Jason’s head. Jason, urged on by the deep voice above him, tasted a few drops of the precum leaking out of Kal's tip and swirled the pearly drops on his tongue. They were salty, musky, purely masculine, and tasted too good to pass up. Jason took the entire head in his mouth and sucked gently, letting his teeth rake along the sensitive tip. Kal growled and pressed Jason onto his cock. “Fuck yes.” The heady words were just as good as the liquor. They were turning Jason on and he wanted more of Kal’s cock in his mouth, needed to take as much as he could.
Jason wrapped his hand around the base, held it still, and tried to get as much of Kal’s cock in his mouth as he could. He still had some room for his tongue, and bathed the cock with his tongue. He tasted like soap and something else, something powerful and strong. Jason felt Kal’s hand keeping his head there, so he had nothing else to do but suck. And he did. He sucked on Kal’s cock until he couldn’t breathe anymore and pulled off. Kal’s spit slick cock popped from his mouth.
“Felt just as good as I thought it would,” Kal told him lovingly, stroking his cheek with his fingers. Jason took Kal’s fingers into the mouth that used to hold his cock. They weren’t as salty as the precum he’d sucked down, but it was as if something needed to have as much of Kal as he could in him. Jason couldn’t keep his mouth off the boy -no, man- and hummed with desire as he nipped and sucked Kal’s fingers.
But that didn’t last for long. Kal stole his fingers from Jason’s warm orifice and gripped him under his arms, hauling him up and pressing him against the wall, face against grimy brick and his back exposed to the sex hungry teen.
“Gonna fuck you now, Jason. Gonna take you hard and fast,” Kal muttered. Jason felt the fear of the unknown sweep under him, and he started to struggle. He at least wanted to see what Kal was doing. But Kal’s strong arms held him in place, and Jason could only moan and whimper. “Stay still, baby,” Kal ordered. “Or you aren’t going to get anything to help my cock fuck you.” Jason stilled and felt Kal roughly pull apart the zipper on his jeans and tug them down. His warm flesh was exposed to the slightly cooler air and he gasped when Kal’s rough hands took a hold of his hips and brought them up. His thigh roughly parted Jason’s legs and brought the jeans down even further.
“Do you have…have anything?” Jason asked as he felt Kal’s fingers probe the crease of his ass, between the cheeks. They had yet to delve between them and he tried to prepare himself for the feeling of having something penetrate his most private place.
“No. But it’s okay. I’m clean. Now, shut up and hold still.” Jason breathed out a sigh of relief and felt himself being forcefully halted. He held his breath as he felt Kal remove his hand and then bring it back to his ass, sliding two slick fingers between the globes of flesh. He tensed as Kal’s fingers grazed his puckered entrance, then slid in, only going to the first knuckle.
“Ooh, baby, you’re so tight,” Kal grunted. He pressed in further and sweat broke out on Jason’s forehead. He tried to tense, but a harsh slap to his right ass cheek stopped that in its tracks. “Stop squirming,” Kal ordered. Jason obeyed and tried to relax, letting Kal’s fingers slide past the ring of muscle and into him. Into him. Jason grinned when he felt the expert tips of Kal’s fingers brushing the spot within him, the one that made his cock dance and want to do some rather impressive maneuvers. He moaned as Kal slid in another finger, making it three in his ass at one time. He stretched him, got him ready for what he was going to experience.
“Here I go,” Kal told him, removing his fingers with slick pops and pressing his heated, still slick flesh against Jason. He spread his ass cheeks and lined his cock up with Jason’s hole. “Ooh, baby.” Kal grunted as he pushed past the recently stretched ring. Jason cried out as the burning pain spread from his ass outward as Kal hammered home.
“Maybe if you relaxed it wouldn’t hurt so damn much, you fucking pussy,” Kal hissed. Jason didn’t know why, but those words went directly to his cock just like the sensations of Kal’s fingers on his nipple and up his ass. He liked the whole dirty talk thing.
Kal paused, letting Jason get accustomed to his girth, then pulled out until on his head remained, and hammered back into him with a heavy cry. He kept going, with only Jason’s spit as lubrication. Soon, Jason stopped feeling the pain as it bled slowly but surely into pleasure. He moaned and held himself upright.
Kal’s tip kept running over, into, caressing the web of nerves that electrified him. Every single time, Kal managed to hit his spot with the head of his cock and that sent Jason close to tears of pleasure.
“Harder…harder…more,” Jason begged. He ignored the triumphant chuckle behind him as he felt Kal thrusting into him with more and more force. As Kal gripped his hips (there would be bruises the next morning), Jason’s hand traveled down to his cock and started to jerk off in motion with Kal’s thrusts.
“Told you you’d be begging,” Kal grunted as he kept pushing into his high school football coach. “I win.”
But Jason didn’t care. All he cared about was the warmth that started to radiate out from his cock as he kept stroking it, running his fevered hand over his length in time with Kal’s movements in him. He didn’t have time to think about the fact that he was letting a student fuck him as his cock started to erupt and hurled long strings of milky white come out of him, against the alleyway wall and dumpster next to them.
Jason tightened around Kal’s cock and that sent the Kryptonian over the edge. He cried out, long and low, as his cock started to spasm, sending his come deep into Jason’s ass. They finished at the same time, and Kal removed himself soon after. Jason leaned against the wall, having only his hands holding him up. The labored breathing and sweat, not to mention the ropy strings of come on the brick and up his ass, were the only pieces of evidence of what took place tonight.
Jason didn’t stop him as Kal reached around and wiped some come off his hand, off the tip of his cock and brought the finger to his mouth, tasting Jason’s seed. He sucked on his finger, languishing in the taste. Jason almost hardened right then and there, but the fact that he’d just let loose kept his cock from rising again.
“Hmm. Tasty.” Kal told him. Jason didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there, his pants around his ankles and come leaking out of his ass. What was he going to do? He didn’t have a chance to ask because Kal suddenly leaned in, kissed him full on the lips, and pulled back.
“Well, thanks for the lay, Coach.” And he was gone.
Leaving Jason standing, bare assed and cold in an alleyway he’d just sprayed with white ropes of come.
What a night.
End