FIC: Unfortunate Strangers
Written for the Kon in a New and Interesting Pairing Challenge: I won't spoil it, but I will say I believe this one's fairly unusual.
Title: Unfortunate Strangers
Rating: PG-ish. Not really anything descriptive, but it may hurt your brain a lot.
Disclaimer: The DCU isn't mine.
Summary: Kon sneaks away to Metropolis to go clubbing one night. He hooks up, and finds out out why you should introduce yourself before doing so.
A/N: Guess the pairing. I dare you.
Kon likes the Kents. He really does. And he's grateful to them for taking him in and everything, because he knows having a teenager around can't exactly be fun. It's just that Smallville is, well, Smallville. And Clark's stories of all the adventures he had with his friends when he was a teenager are all well and good, but Kon can't help but notice that Clark took of for Metropolis as soon as he could.
Metropolis. Kon sighs with relief as he lands in an alley, apparently unnoticed. He's ditched the glasses and the plaid for a leather jacket and tight pants and he's ready to hit the clubs. He just hopes the hologram projector he'd "borrowed" from Cyborg holds up for the night. It should be fine, as long as no one tries to touch it.
Kon is severely disappointed in himself when it takes getting turned back from two clubs before he gets in. Obviously, he's out of practice. But third times a charm, and Kon lets himself slide into the rhythm of the moving, grinding flow of bodies around him and gets lost in the music for a little while. Eventually though, even Superboy needs to take a break for some H20 and he heads over to the bar. Maybe if he's lucky he'll even be able to get something stronger. It won't really effect him, or not in the way it seems to effect full humans, but Kon likes it.
He ends up only getting water, but that's okay. He downs it and prepares to get back to dancing when he sees a bunch of really pretty girls. It's been a long while since he's gotten any action at all - and he and Cassie aren't exactly dating or anything at the moment, so it's not really cheating. Kon grins and prepares to turn the Superboy charm on.
It's while he's heading over to the girls when he notices the woman. She's stunningly beautiful, and she seems to be alone. And, okay, she's more than a little older than him, but he might as well try. He slides onto the stool beside her at the bar.
"Hello, beautiful." She turns towards him, a glare on her face, but it abruptly changes to surprise. She looks like she's been crying, so maybe this wasn't the best idea, but hey, some of the best sex he's had has been comfort sex, and he really does think she's beautiful. He reaches up and brushes away a forgotten tear. "What's wrong?" She breathes sharply.
"Nothing. Nothing, now. I broke up with some asshole and was wishing..." She looks at him in wonder for a moment before continuing. "But it's all good now." She looks surprisingly cheerful for someone who's been crying, but Kon goes with it. He gives her his most charming grin.
"Well if there's anything at all I can do to help," he offers, putting just the slightest suggestiveness into his voice. The woman turns a suddenly smoldering look on him.
"You can come home with me." She practically drags him out of the club, and Kon has a feeling this night is going to go even better then he possibly imagined.
He has no idea how right he is. The sex is spectacular: it's slow, and messy, and just a little rough, just how he likes it, and she seems to know places he didn't know turned him on.
Afterwards, she curls into him.
"So are you going to disappear at midnight or dawn or something?" she asks softly. Kon laughs.
"Nope." She smiles, and sits up, looking fondly at him.
"You're far less reticent than I remember. So is this a time travel thing or what, Clark?"
Kon feels his blood freeze.
"W-What?" he stammers, and pulls the sheets up around him.
"Ah, so the shyness is finally catching up, is it, farm boy?"
"Oh, God," says Kon, horrified. The woman looks at him questioningly. "Umm. Miss." Shit, he doesn't even know her name. "I'm not Clark." He swallows nervously as she looks at him in confusion. "I'm. Uh. Oh god. Clark's my dad." They look at each other in complete and utter horror for a few moments, before they retreat to opposite sides of the room and begin gather clothes frantically.
Once they're dressed, they continue to stare at each other.
I'm going to need to scrub my brain with bleach, thinks Kon. There's no way he can remember this and continue to function. He's pretty sure he's traumatized for life.
"His son?" she asks finally, sounding just as traumatized. Kon nods miserably.
"I'm Conner."
"Lana," she says faintly. They look anywhere but at each other for a few moments.
"Um. So. I should probably... go," says Kon.
"Right," she says, looking a little green. "Do you need a ride or can you do the whole flying thing?"
"Flying thing's go."
"Right. You must be Superboy. Of course." She looks like she's about to be really sick, but Kon's sure he matches her expression exactly.
"Umm, Bye," Kon says, and runs out to her balcony to fly off as fast as he can.
He heads to Gotham, planning on waking Tim in panic. Tim is Robin. Robin is fully versed in severe repression. Kon just hopes Tim can hypnotize him into not remembering tonight or something.
~
End.
Title: Unfortunate Strangers
Rating: PG-ish. Not really anything descriptive, but it may hurt your brain a lot.
Disclaimer: The DCU isn't mine.
Summary: Kon sneaks away to Metropolis to go clubbing one night. He hooks up, and finds out out why you should introduce yourself before doing so.
A/N: Guess the pairing. I dare you.
Kon likes the Kents. He really does. And he's grateful to them for taking him in and everything, because he knows having a teenager around can't exactly be fun. It's just that Smallville is, well, Smallville. And Clark's stories of all the adventures he had with his friends when he was a teenager are all well and good, but Kon can't help but notice that Clark took of for Metropolis as soon as he could.
Metropolis. Kon sighs with relief as he lands in an alley, apparently unnoticed. He's ditched the glasses and the plaid for a leather jacket and tight pants and he's ready to hit the clubs. He just hopes the hologram projector he'd "borrowed" from Cyborg holds up for the night. It should be fine, as long as no one tries to touch it.
Kon is severely disappointed in himself when it takes getting turned back from two clubs before he gets in. Obviously, he's out of practice. But third times a charm, and Kon lets himself slide into the rhythm of the moving, grinding flow of bodies around him and gets lost in the music for a little while. Eventually though, even Superboy needs to take a break for some H20 and he heads over to the bar. Maybe if he's lucky he'll even be able to get something stronger. It won't really effect him, or not in the way it seems to effect full humans, but Kon likes it.
He ends up only getting water, but that's okay. He downs it and prepares to get back to dancing when he sees a bunch of really pretty girls. It's been a long while since he's gotten any action at all - and he and Cassie aren't exactly dating or anything at the moment, so it's not really cheating. Kon grins and prepares to turn the Superboy charm on.
It's while he's heading over to the girls when he notices the woman. She's stunningly beautiful, and she seems to be alone. And, okay, she's more than a little older than him, but he might as well try. He slides onto the stool beside her at the bar.
"Hello, beautiful." She turns towards him, a glare on her face, but it abruptly changes to surprise. She looks like she's been crying, so maybe this wasn't the best idea, but hey, some of the best sex he's had has been comfort sex, and he really does think she's beautiful. He reaches up and brushes away a forgotten tear. "What's wrong?" She breathes sharply.
"Nothing. Nothing, now. I broke up with some asshole and was wishing..." She looks at him in wonder for a moment before continuing. "But it's all good now." She looks surprisingly cheerful for someone who's been crying, but Kon goes with it. He gives her his most charming grin.
"Well if there's anything at all I can do to help," he offers, putting just the slightest suggestiveness into his voice. The woman turns a suddenly smoldering look on him.
"You can come home with me." She practically drags him out of the club, and Kon has a feeling this night is going to go even better then he possibly imagined.
He has no idea how right he is. The sex is spectacular: it's slow, and messy, and just a little rough, just how he likes it, and she seems to know places he didn't know turned him on.
Afterwards, she curls into him.
"So are you going to disappear at midnight or dawn or something?" she asks softly. Kon laughs.
"Nope." She smiles, and sits up, looking fondly at him.
"You're far less reticent than I remember. So is this a time travel thing or what, Clark?"
Kon feels his blood freeze.
"W-What?" he stammers, and pulls the sheets up around him.
"Ah, so the shyness is finally catching up, is it, farm boy?"
"Oh, God," says Kon, horrified. The woman looks at him questioningly. "Umm. Miss." Shit, he doesn't even know her name. "I'm not Clark." He swallows nervously as she looks at him in confusion. "I'm. Uh. Oh god. Clark's my dad." They look at each other in complete and utter horror for a few moments, before they retreat to opposite sides of the room and begin gather clothes frantically.
Once they're dressed, they continue to stare at each other.
I'm going to need to scrub my brain with bleach, thinks Kon. There's no way he can remember this and continue to function. He's pretty sure he's traumatized for life.
"His son?" she asks finally, sounding just as traumatized. Kon nods miserably.
"I'm Conner."
"Lana," she says faintly. They look anywhere but at each other for a few moments.
"Um. So. I should probably... go," says Kon.
"Right," she says, looking a little green. "Do you need a ride or can you do the whole flying thing?"
"Flying thing's go."
"Right. You must be Superboy. Of course." She looks like she's about to be really sick, but Kon's sure he matches her expression exactly.
"Umm, Bye," Kon says, and runs out to her balcony to fly off as fast as he can.
He heads to Gotham, planning on waking Tim in panic. Tim is Robin. Robin is fully versed in severe repression. Kon just hopes Tim can hypnotize him into not remembering tonight or something.
~
End.