Kal was where he always was most nights these days when it happened. Atlantis had become a regular hang out for him in these last few months. He was sitting at the bar after saying a bitter farewell to this nights girl. They never understood that they just didn't do it for him. All touchy feely, asking about the scar. Maybe it was time for a change in tastes. Whitney wasn't all that bad looking when they were kids, maybe now he knew for sure Lana wasn't really all that great, he could focus on prettier things. Like the blond down the bar that had been eyeing him since he got here.
Blondie had short spiky hair with brown eyes that seemed black with curiosity. He was wearing a pulled apart suit like he'd just come from the office but he didn't look a day over 23 at most. In town for business then. That was good, since Kal was thinking of a one-night type of thing. Though it depended how the night would go, Kal might even be in the mood for more than one night. Blondie seemed to notice Kal noticing him. He was smirking now. Blondie looked good when he was smirking. Oh look, he's coming over.
"So, what are you doing tonight?"
"Straight to the point, I like that," Kal turns to the bartender. "How 'bout another one, Guy?"
"I don't like to waste time when it comes to things like this," Blondie says, sipping his drink.
"Well, what kind of things are you talking about, Blondie?" Blondie looks honestly surprised.
"Blondie? Don't you know who I am?" His brown eyes look so confused, it's kind of cute on him.
"Should I?" Why is he wasting time talking about who he is? "Does it even matter?"
"You know what, no I guess it doesn't. You can call me Blondie if you want, but what should I call you?" Finally, we're getting somewhere!
"People around here call him Kal," the bartender, Guy, interrupts. "No last name it seems, he likes to keep things on the down low but has been here for a few months, ain't that right, Kal?"
Kal smirks. "Sure is, Guy, no use talking about the past where there isn't anything important there anyways."
"I'll drink to that!" Blondie downed the rest of his drink. "Now, how about we go somewhere more quiet, 'Kal'?"
Kal smirks again. Blondie knows exactly what he wants doesn't he? Good boy-man, he's definitely a man. "Lead the way."
Blondie seemed to know where he's going. They leave the club but Kal is more focused on Blondie's butt. It's a nice ass. Blondie looks back and grins, like he thinks Kal might be embarrassed. He's not. "Where do you want to go then, mine or yours?"
"Yours. Lets see where little Blondie calls home," Kal drapes his arm over his companion and whispers in his ear. "Maybe it's as nice as your ass."
"It definitely is, I can assure you. But it's just an apartment I keep here while on business." He looks up at me, thinking Kal was really tall. "But I come here for pleasure, too."
Kal smirks at him again. By this time Blondie has led him down an alley where a limo is waiting. "Looks like it. You always take a limo wherever you go?"
They get in and Blondie tells the driver to take them to "The Tower" before turning back to Kal and saying, "Only when I can't give my security detail the slip. Want to know who I am now? I promise I'll tell you."
He sits back from leaning on Kal and looks a little disappointed. Must think Kal doesn't really know who he is, but he does, he just doesn't care. "Blondie, do I look stupid to you? Everyone who knows who those bastard Luthers are know who the Queens are. I just happen to not care."
Oliver Queen looks over at his choice date tonight with surprised before squinting in suspicion. "So you do know who I am. Why pretend not to, then give yourself away?"
Kal grabs him by the waist when he starts to scoot away. "Maybe it's like I said. You have a nice ass and I want to see it without clothes." Not that he couldn't do that already, it was touching the body he had pressed against him without clothes that he was looking for. Blondie didn't need to know that.
Blondie starts, "But, what did you say about the Luth-" Kal got tired of Oliver questioning him. Kissing is a much better pass time. Though, his Blondie didn't seem to mind him shoving his tongue in his mouth. His Blondie. Kal liked the sound of that. Or maybe that was Clark pushing through. That sentimental wimp must think Oliver Queen to fap material as well but wouldn't have the guts to do what Kal was doing. "What's that?"
Kal comes back to himself. Kissing was never that distracting from being 'Kal' before Blondie. Looking down he sees Blondie broke the kiss because he had gotten his hands into Kals shirt. He was touching the scar. "Oh, just something my father thought would teach me a lesson. Shows where that got him. Dead."
Blondie is starting to look weary again.
"Well, I didn't kill him. Though, I would've liked the pleasure. Guess Lex isn't the only one with a real bastard for a father," Kal smirks at the thought, and goes to kiss Blondie again. He ducks. "What now?"
"Lex? Lex Luther? You knew him?" Blondie starts to become green, like he's going to be sick.
"Lex? Oh sure I was invited to the wedding and everything. That marriage was a disaster waiting to happen in you ask me. You wouldn't find my name on the guest list though, not my real one. He didn't know me very well, not like you're about to." Kal is getting tired of Blondie dodging his lips and talking. Maybe he should let Clark have this one. He likes talking instead of doing anyways. But then Oliver would know, if he saw him take off the ring. All Kal wants is the fuck, is that too much to ask?
Apparently, it was. "You were invited to his wedding? That's how well you knew him? How come I've never seen you in pictures with him?" Blondie asks a lot of questions. But that kiss showed promise of an amazing night so Kal decides to indulge him.
"Yeah, well I liked to stay out of photos and the limelight back then and besides, I knew him because I saved his life once. I'm sure he only invited me because of obligation."
"But I never saw anything like that in the paper," Oliver is moving away from Kal again.
Kal rolls his eyes and pulls his Blondie back onto his lap. Kissing should distract him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he brings their lips back together. Moving quickly, Kal slips his tongue past Blondie's lips and starts his exploration again. He tastes like the Coke and Rum drink from the club with just a hint of chocolate. The limo stops before Blondie can regain his sense and start asking more questions about Kal's past.
"So, what'll it be Blondie?" Kal asks a question of his own when he surfaces from the kiss. "More pointless backstory, or more of that?" To prove his point, he kisses Blondie again, long and hard just like he plans to fuck him.
When he pulls away, it seems Blondie must be having to same thoughts. Good. "I'll take that look as an answer." Kal is smirking again. It's become his default expression these last few months. He loved surprising people like he just did with the man on his lap. Speaking of- Kal pushes him off and gets out of the limo. Looking around, he recognizes where he is. That's also good, in case he'll need to make a get away. Getting lost is only a split second for him when it happens but it's as frustrating to him as it is to mortals. Ha, mortals.
Turning back to the limo, Blondie appears to have gathered himself off the floor. Getting out of the limo next to Kal, the suited man dismisses his driver, telling him he won't be needing him the rest of the night. the driver takes the limo away.
Looking back at his soon-to-be sex partner, Blondie seems to have decided the kiss was good enough to ignore Kal's past in favor of, well, sex. Finally. Leading him into the building and then the middle elevator, Oliver puts in a code that looks to be for the penthouse. He then shoves Kal against the elevator door and continues where they left off in the limo. Kal smirks into the kiss and pushes him onto the opposite wall, with just enough care not to break him. Something tells him that Blondie doesn't mind it rough. It's probably the loud moan he gave out when Kal threw his weight into keeping him on the wall. Running his hands down the body he's up against, ignoring the pulling Blondie is doing to his hair, Kal grabs his thighs and puts them around his waist. This produces a groan when it lines up their crotches just right, creating friction.
The ding of the elevator goes off, distracting Blondie from making out, but Kal isn't deterred. His starts kissing down his jaw while Blondie tries to regain his breath. "K-Kal," Blondie attempts to form coherent words. "The bed is out there."
That must've been the right thing to say because he's suddenly not against a wall and is being carried into his penthouse. "Where out here, then?" Kal asks before ignoring his own question and kissing Blondie again, simply x-raying the place and finding the bedroom. He heads toward to it while using his tongue as a promise of what is to come, thrusting in and out of Blondie's mouth.
Blondie loses his suit jacket and shirt by the time they make it to the bedroom, Kal as half dressed as he is. They knocked over quite a few things on the way, distracted as they were, but neither cared. Kal stripped the man of the rest of his clothes slowly and proceeded to fulfill his unspoken promise.
When they lay their after so many rounds even Kal had lost count, Blondie's fingers traced the scar Kal said had come from his father. "What does it mean?"
"Mhm?" Kal was running a hand through the blonde hair that had attracted him in the first place. "The scar? It's the symbol on my family. Like a family crest I guess you could call it. He thought it would remind me of where I came from. Force me to come home. But his ideas and goals weren't mine. So I left. I haven't talked to anyone from my past in a long time. I don't talk about it."
Blondie stopped his tracing and looked up from his place on Kal's chest. "I'm sorry to hear that. I never knew my parents. They died when I was little. But I guess you knew that."
Kal was feeling sated after so much sex that talking to Blondie about all this wasn't so bad. Not like when Chloe had tried to get him to come home. He seemed to like talking to Blondie about this. "It's okay, I get it. I'm adopted you know? That's what I meant about my real name not being the one Lex knew me as. I'm sure your parents would be happy what you've done with their company if not the party boy you've become. But that's to be expected of a prep school dropout," Kal teased.
Blondie smiled at him a little sadly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, I'm not usually like this after sex, I swear."
"You better not be, wouldn't want to end on a sour note when you go back to Star City." Kal said, causing Oliver to look at him in surprise. "What? Tonight was fun, why not continue, at least for a while?"
"I guess that's not what I expected after Guy told me you were all mysterious. You don't seem like the relationship kind of guy, and I'm not one either." Blondie looks a little sad again.
"We'll talk in the morning babe, I'm tired," Kal yawns and grabs him around the waist pulling Blondie onto him like a blanket.
"Yeah, finally you're tired! You could give me a run for my money sex-wise. It's like there's no end to your stamina!" Blondie exclaims, but settles down into his job as a naked blanket, finding it surprisingly comfortable.
"Maybe there isn't," Kal chuckles at Blondie's wrecked look. "I'm kidding, of course." When he relaxes on top of him again, Kal full out laughs, because he was lying. He's tired because it's time to sleep, not because he doesn't want more sex. He probably could have gone on till morning but it started to become apparent that, no matter how many sex marathons Oliver Queen might have done, his body couldn't cum anymore without it being painful. Kal would have to remember that.
They fell asleep like that not long after. Blondie on top of Kal like a blanket, Kal more content than he had been in months and Blondie happier than he had been in years.