Chapter 10: New Lifestyle Adjustments
Whitney Fordman's eyes opened as the sunlight shined through the nearby balcony door at the side of the room. The first thing he noticed was the sleeping beauty lying beside him, still sound asleep. A closed mouth smile came to the jock's face as he continued to lie there, just admiring the object of his affection. Truly, the blonde had never been happier in his entire life, and Bart Allen coming into his life was the best thing to ever happen to him.
Moving his hand, Whitney took hold of Bart's closest hand, intertwining their fingers together as he pulled his other arm across Bart's body, pulling himself closer to his lover as he gently rubbed the younger man's back and kissed him on the cheek lovingly.
Bart smiled in his sleepy state from the kiss and groaned delightedly. "You're not gonna let me sleep any longer, are you?"
"Sorry, speedy," Whitney said. "I guess I could leave you alone, but I'd miss you for too long if I did."
"I'm going to end up spoiling you," Bart said lowly. "You won't be able to live dependent from me, will you?"
"Letting you control my life after everything I've been through would be so worth it," Whitney replied. "Besides, if I'm going to be a member of the team anyway, I'll have to get used to taking your orders from now on."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," Bart said. "You'll be my obedient sex slave."
It was now Whitney's turn to groan. "My body will never be the same again."
"Yeah, but you'll love every minute of it," Bart said.
"As long as I don't have to do more of the same for your teammates," Whitney said. "I'm not going to turn myself into your own personal whore."
"You don't have to worry about that," Bart said. "I'm not ever going to share you, especially after how great you were in bed last night."
"You're not in a lot of pain, are you?" Whitney asked.
Bart smirked. "Heck no, blondie. My ass is made of steel."
"You don't have to make yourself out to be all macho like that, Bart," Whitney told him. "You're already my hero after saving my life and then dealing with those clowns outside the club last night. It's alright to show a little human pain every once in awhile."
Bart nodded slowly. "Alright, alright. I'll admit it. My ass is killing me. There. I said it."
Whitney smiled. "Thank you. Next time, you just need to slow yourself down a bit. I know you want it, and believe me, I wanted it too, but I don't want your sphincter to get hurt in the process."
"My what?" Bart asked in confusion.
"Your ass muscle," Whitney replied. "It's something you'll learn in a biology class."
"I'm not much for school, to tell ya the truth," Bart said. "Actually, I haven't really been in school for a long time either."
"You're kidding?" Whitney asked. "How much school have you actually had?"
"I think I stopped going after like sixth grade," Bart replied. "There wasn't much use in going. I didn't have a family anymore after the accident I had that gave me my abilities. My life was over, pretty much..."
"I guess I'm going to have to take it upon myself to educate you some then," Whitney said. "I didn't have the easiest time in school myself, but I do have a diploma... At least, I'm sure my mom has it at home." He groaned. "Ah, man. I didn't even think about her. I'm going to have to go see her to let her know that everything's alright with me, Bart. I'll make sure to do so sometime later today. You want to meet her?"
Bart groaned himself. "First you want to teach me, and now you want me to meet the parent? And I thought I was fast."
"Well, if you don't want to, just say so," Whitney said.
"Nah, it's fine," Bart said. "I want to meet the lady that gave birth to my blondie anyway."
"A bit creepy, but I understand what you meant," Whitney said. "Are you going to let me teach you?"
"Blondie, you can teach me anything you want to as long as you teach it good," Bart replied a smirk and then winked to him.
"Always going to the gutter," Whitney said.
"What?" Bart said. "I can't help that I have a one track mind, babe."
"I know," Whitney said. "And it's really cute."
"Well, what can I say?" Bart asked in a joking way. "I have enough cuteness to go around, so why not spread it all over you like butter?"
"That's good enough reason for me," Whitney said before leaning forward, claiming Bart's lips with his own, continuing to slowly rub the hero's back as he did so. Finally, he pulled away. "I think in order to get more used to living here, and to prepare for my new status in your team, I should make us some breakfast."
"You read my mind, Whit," Bart said with a big smile. "I'm starving, but just some advance warning. I can eat like a maniac. I burn calories faster then anyone else in the world, so you'll have to make a whole lot of food."
"You got it, speedy," Whitney said as he pulled out of their embrace and stood up, still naked as he moved toward his clothes.
"I can't wait till I get to have a piece of that," Bart said, clearly staring at Whitney's ass.
Whitney turned around with a big smile on his face. "You might get it sooner then you think if you're lucky."
"Well, I've got lots of luck, so maybe you should get back over here," Bart suggested.
"I'd love to, baby, but I thought you wanted some breakfast?" Whitney asked.
"Maybe I want to have my desert first," Bart replied. "I know breakfast isn't supposed to have desert, but the desert menu's looking pretty good from here. I just want a little sample." And then, the speedster decided to make a pretend pout, letting his lower lip hang low in a frown.
Whitney shook his head as he moved back over to the bed and lay down once more on his stomach. "Now, I can tell that you've apparently got a pretty good threshold for pain, but I don't quite have that yet, so you're going to have to do for me what you weren't willing to let me do for you last night."
"Alright," Bart said, leaning forward a bit, kissing Whitney on the lips. "What do I need to do then?"
"You ever heard of rimming?" Whitney asked.
Bart shook his head. "No."
"You really are a novice," Whitney stated. "Rimming is where you lick your partner's opening to relieve some of the pressure before you start spreading the hole with your fingers, starting with one, going to two, and then three, alternating between that and the licking for a bit till we both know it's time to move on to what you were going to do in the first place."
"You want me to use my tongue on the area that crap comes out of you?" Bart asked, a bit disgusted. "And then put my fingers in there too?"
Whitney couldn't help but laugh a bit at the why Bart was acting. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. I would do the same thing for you if you aren't so in need of going fast. It's not that bad, Bart. Besides, I always make sure to wash my hole when I shower, so it's fine."
"When was the last time you showered?" Bart asked. "Did those people actually bathe you?"
"It was another of Ubu's little perks to having alone time with me sadly," Whitney said. "He was always the one that gave me the baths, and specifically enjoyed cleaning that area so he could have his way with it afterwards. Besides, I haven't had the urge to use the bathroom since getting back, so there shouldn't be a problem."
"I'm really sorry about everything that happened to you, blondie," Bart said. "If I ever see that big freak again, I'll kick his ass for you. He didn't deserve to have his way with someone so perfect, babe. I promise that I'll avenge what he did."
"Thanks, Bart," Whitney said. "I love you for that, but I don't want you to end up hurt yourself. You may be fast, but Ubu's really strong."
"No big, Whit," Bart said. "Remember? I'm the one that caused the sandstorm all up in his ass. That bastard knows what I'm capable of, and I can do worse."
"As long as you don't take another life in the process," Whitney said. "That'll make you no better then him and those he works with."
"I know," Bart said. "Ollie gave me that same lecture when I first joined up with him."
"That's good," Whitney said. "I respect your leader for how he is. He definitely seems to know what he's doing."
"No doubt, blondie," Bart said. "Anyway, we got distracted here. I might as well get this over with. If I don't do it now, I'll never get the nerve to do it. Just relax." Bart moved away from where he was laying and down toward Whitney's ass, pulling his head down toward it, using his hands to spread the cheeks so he could go in to do the job. The hero was doing his best not to get disgusted with what he was doing, but the mere thought of this seemed to keep him from reluctantly pulling his tongue out.
"You alright down there?" Whitney asked since nothing had really happened yet, except for his butt cheeks getting spread out. "If you don't want to do this, you..."
"I've got this, blondie," Bart said. "I was just preparing." And with that said, Bart began to do the job, licking around the hole that he so badly just wanted to stick his currently growing erection inside of. However, he continued anyway, knowing that it was necessary to do so, because the last thing that Bart wanted to do was cause his lover pain.
Whitney smiled as his eyes closed, burying the side of his face into the pillow, slight moans coming out of his mouth. It was no secret that the jock loved to being rimmed. It was one of the most relaxing feelings that he'd ever experienced before in his entire life, and Bart, despite being a novice at doing this, was really good. It didn't take a rocket scientist to lick ass after all.
After several minutes of this, Whitney finally felt Bart moving his fingers on his hole, rubbing some of the saliva around before finally poking his pointer finger inside. The moans that were escaping his lips came out a bit louder as he felt his lover moving the finger around inside him. The jock gripped the pillow with his hands tightly once the second finger was stuck in, and gritted his teeth when the third one was inserted, but was relieved to feel that Bart hadn't neglected the tongue usage as well, which greatly helped along the way.
Bart finally stopped what he was doing, though he had finally gotten used to it, his erection was killing him, so if he'd kept doing that any longer, it would've drove him nuts. "Are you ready, blondie?"
"You bet," Whitney moaned to him before he pulled himself up to all fours, getting ready to allow Bart to take complete control of him.
A large grin came to Bart's face as he Whitney positioned himself. "Oh, yeah. Doggie style!" With that said, and a laugh from Whitney, Bart grabbed his cock and rubbed it around Whitney's saliva filled ass for a moment before slowly sticking it inside, making sure not to go too fast. He would have to hold himself back a bit so his powers didn't take over or something since he was a bit worried about that happening.
Whitney could still feel a bit of pain from having Bart inside him, but that was mainly because his sphincter hadn't fully recovered from the onslaught that Ubu used to do to it, not doing any of the things that Bart had just done for him. It wasn't going to matter though. The jock wasn't about to let Ubu win. He was going to give himself fully to Bart as the blonde thrusted himself back slightly on his lover's member, showing him that he was willing to go a little more faster.
Bart took the hint immediately as he could feel Whitney helping him along the way, so still with a bit of reserve toward his powers coming out, the brunette started fucking a bit more quickly, his arousal increasing further as he heard Whitney moaning loudly with each thrust. It was quickly becoming too much for Bart. He would have to have his release soon, and that's exactly what happened moments later, the cum shooting into the depths of Whitney's ass before he pulled his dick out and laid back down on the bed, completely satisfied.
Whitney laid down himself and wrapped an arm around Whitney's bare chest, snuggling closely to his lover. "That was great."
"You're telling me," Bart said with a smirk. "I've never felt something so good before in my life. Thank you, blondie."
"Anything for you, speedy," Whitney replied before he started kissing his boyfriend passionately on the lips.
Clark Kent super sped straight into the barn to begin his chores, coming face to face with his blonde haired cousin, standing in the middle of the barn, looking the place over. "Kara, I didn't expect to find you here."
"I wanted to see the place that you'd been raised all these years," Kara told him. "I had a dream last night."
"That seems to be going around," Clark dryly joked.
Kara looked to her cousin in confusion before turning her attention back to looking around the barn. "I dreamt that I had just arrived on Earth and that whatever the accident was that caused me to become trapped in that wall had never happened. When I first came to Earth, Kal-El, I knew that you would've perhaps been a baby still or no older then seven years of age. You hadn't been on Earth for long before Argo City destabilized after all. My dream had me searching all over this planet, going to nurseries in hospitals and school playgrounds as well, trying to find you."
"And just why were you trying to find me anyway?" Clark asked. "J'onn told me that your dad never got along with Jor-El. Just what did Zor-El tell you to do to me in the first place?"
"He wanted me to take care of you, Kal-El," Kara replied matter-of-factly.
Clark shook his head. "No, that can't be right. J'onn said that you were probably sent to terrorize me or something. Cause me harm maybe."
"That was Jor-El's own insane reasoning," Kara informed her cousin. "What you don't know or understand is that my father was a kind, gentle soul. It was your father that was the aggressor in their feud. It was his own, at the time, delusional rantings that Krypton was going to explode."
"And from what I can tell, Jor-El ended up being right," Clark said.
"Thus why on my father's death bed, he asked of me to bring an end to the feud within The House of El," Kara explained. "I wasn't sure how I was going to accomplish it though, and in the end, Jor-El's insane paranoia caused him to force his trusted bodyguard of you to trap me. I do not blame J'onn for what happened, despite how angry I was earlier. I have had time to make my peace, and I have restored your fortress to its full capacity. I do not know if Jor-El trusts me yet, but I would like to hope that the rivalry will finally be over. He even told me of the time that he had someone pretend to be me in order to complete a test for you. If he wasn't willing to allow things to be fixed, your father would have never told me about doing that injustice to my name."
"So what do you want from me?" Clark asked. "I had nothing to do with the feud between the members of the house."
"We are the fifth generation of The House of El," Kara sated. "We have to continue our lineage and bring a bright future to this world."
"And just how do you suggest that the lineage continue?" Clark asked. "We're the only two living Kryptonians on this planet."
"You do not realize that you can bread with the earthlings yet, do you?" Kara asked. "Their physiologies are very similar from our own. I plan to look for my own mate. You should do the same if you haven't already."
"Kara, you can't just go around finding someone to mate with," Clark said. "There are good ways and bad ways to go about living here, and putting yourself out there like that is only going to cause you problems. We don't need to put any unwarranted attention on us. You really need to understand that."
"We can't let the line of The House of El come to an end with us, Kal-El," Kara plainly stated.
"Krypton was destroyed," Clark said. "You need to let this go and move on like I have." He turned around to go off and start on his chores.
"You never knew what Krypton was like," Kara said agitatedly as she managed to stop Clark from moving anymore with her words. "You were a baby when you were sent away from the planet, so any memories you could've had of our world are lost to you. Just because our people are gone does not give us right to throw away who we are. Why are you being so negative toward what I have said here? Do you not wish to find a mate?"
"I'm already dating someone," Clark said, turning back around to face her. "But I can't exactly mate with who I'm with."
Kara had a confused look on her face as she moved toward him. "And what is that supposed to mean, Kal-El?"
"I really don't want to have this conversation with you," Clark stated. "I barely even know you, so I can't trust you just yet. I have work to do." With that said, Clark took off in his super speed to do his chores, leaving Kara in his wake, thinking about everything that had transpired between her and her cousin.
Lex Luthor strode through the mansion hallway toward his office with a sketchpad in one hand and a pencil in the other. His thoughts were clearly on the bridge accident the evening before and the blonde female that had saved him. He had been sketching her portrait from his memory since the moment he'd woken up and got himself out of bed, taking small breaks to get dressed and go over the details of what she looked like in his mind.
Stopping just long enough to open one of the double doors that would enter into his office, the bald billionaire stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him with his foot as he moved over to the couch near the fireplace, taking a seat, not seeing the dark brown haired bombshell sitting beside him on the couch with her legs crossed as he sketched away. The drawing was nearly finished. The only thing it lacked was color, but he had no idea where any colored pencils were. It wasn't like he kept such tools around. He hadn't needed them since he had been in grade school.
"That is a beautiful drawing, Mr. Luthor," the bombshell beside him stated, causing Lex to jump slightly at the sudden noise, dropping the pencil he'd been using.
"Sorry," Lex finally said, grabbing for the pencil once more where it had fallen. "I had no idea that there was someone else in here."
"Indeed," the woman said. "I noticed that quite easily when you sat down right beside her. Who is she?"
"She's someone that saved me last night from a watery grave," Lex replied. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
"Not yet," she replied. "My name is Talia. Now you know me."
"Talia?" Lex asked. "Is that like Cher? You have a last name to go along with that beautiful first name?"
"You flatter me, Mr. Luthor," Talia said. "It is al Ghul. I do not know if you have perhaps heard of the al Ghul legend?"
"Yes, I've heard legend of a man with that name that's lived for over 600 years, but I don't put a lot of stock in fantasy stories," Lex replied.
"Perhaps you should start believing in stories," Talia suggested. "It is all true. My father wishes to do business with you."
"So why did he send you for?" Lex asked. "He must be friends with Sir Harry Hardwick. That man always sent his daughter Victoria to me when he wanted something out of me, but the last time he tried it, he lost everything. I don't fall for tricks easily anymore, Miss al Ghul."
"I come with no tricks, Mr. Luthor," Talia said. "My father wishes to acquire meteor rocks from you. We know that LuthorCorp refines them all the time, and if you cooperate, the rewards will be very beneficial to you. Perhaps you are in search of immortality yourself? We know much about you, Mr. Luthor. You wish to rule the world, I would bet, and my father wishes to reshape it in his vision. The both of you together could control the world together once it is reborn in a Second Eden."
"Your psychotic father is still babbling about a Second Eden?" a new voice asked, having entered the office from the side door moments before.
Lex and Talia both turned to see that it was Lionel Luthor, having moved over to the wet bar to get himself a glass of scotch. Lex stood up, turning the sketchbook over so his father couldn't see the drawing that he had made and moved over toward him. "What do you want here, dad?"
"I just came for a glass of the finest scotch in Kansas," Lionel replied. "Is that such a problem, son? I'm surprised, personally, that you're not currently sitting behind bars. Didn't you get arrested for your wife's death last night? Yet, here you are talking to the daughter of the most hunted ecological terrorist this world has ever seen."
Talia stood up and moved toward the two Luthors. "My business with your son is of no concern of yours."
"That is where you'd be wrong, Talia," Lionel stated matter-of-factly. "My son doesn't know anything about you or the insane tactics that your father will go to in order to accomplish his useless conquest."
"Dad, you do remember what I said to you in this very room yesterday?" Lex asked. "I want you out of my life. So why don't you leave?"
Lionel took a sip of the scotch and chuckled slightly. "And as I recall it, I told you that it was going to be a lot harder then that to get me out of your life. Yes, I do recall saying that very well. I own this mansion, and I just received word from the board this morning that LuthorCorp and all it's assets, including Level 33.1 have been returned to me in full. You have nothing anymore, son. Once your murder of your wife was broadcasted over the airwaves, the board began acting swiftly, wanting to make sure that the corporate image of the company that I built from the ground up wasn't tarnished by your very stupid move."
"I didn't kill my wife!" Lex screamed out in anger.
"With a temper like that, do you really think I believe you?" Lionel asked. "You know, perhaps a prison cell isn't the best place for you after all. There's always Bell Reve that you could be welcomed back in... That is, after I have returned all of the meteor infected that you took out of there to experiment on. I'm sure they'd love to be cellmates with you in there. Then again, I wouldn't want to do that to my own son. Perhaps Arkham Asylum in Gotham would be better suited for your case. Professor Hugo Strange would do you a lot of good from what I hear."
"Your threats don't scare me, old man," Lex plainly said, an edge of hatred piercing throughout the words. "This isn't over, dad. I will destroy you. I guarantee it."
"Do you remember who you're talking to, son?" Lionel asked before finishing off his scotch. "You're still out of your league, Lex. I may be older now, but that's just made me wiser. Getting older for you has just made you even more psychotic. Perhaps you and Ra's al Ghul would get along nicely." After placing his empty glass down, the elder Luthor turned to look at Talia. "Miss al Ghul." And with that, Lionel moved back to the side door and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"I see the rumors of the father and son rivalry were true," Talia stated.
"More then you know," Lex replied as he moved back over to the table that the sketchpad was laying on. Picking it up, the bald billionaire looked it over and sighed before looking back to Talia. "I don't know how helpful I'm going to be to you now that all of my assets have obviously been liquidated and returned to my father. Sorry that I couldn't be of more help."
"Perhaps you still can be, Mr. Luthor," Talia said.
"Please, just call me, Lex," he told her. "I don't really find myself very proud to be a Luthor right now."
"Very well, Lex," Talia said. "I think that we can still get what my father wants, in return still helping you out as well. My father sees much potential in you where your own father does not. He has asked of me to commit myself to you fully and to give you every ounce of my being. I am yours to do with what you will, Lex from here on in."
Lex turned away from the drawing finally to look at Talia like she was crazy. "What? Your father wants you to be like my slave or something?"
"He wants you to be the chosen one that will take my father's place as ruler if his pit's effects wane to the point where he can no longer use them," Talia informed him. "You will be the heir that will sire another heir and so on. I give myself to you now, Alexander Luthor. Make me yours."
Lex had to stifle a laugh at that moment so he didn't appear to be rude to her. Normally the bald billionaire would jump at the chance to be with a woman, especially one night stands like he did when he was younger, but this woman didn't seem like the kind that he would be able to get rid of so easily with a pair of diamond earrings. Plus, there was the added factor of his wife.
"This is a very bad time for me, Talia," Lex finally told her. "My wife died yesterday. I was arrested for it when I had nothing to do with it. I don't know how emotions are with you, but I cannot flip them on and off like a light switch. I loved my wife, and I won't rest till her killer is found."
"Then why have you been wasting time drawing some woman that saved you?" Talia asked. "It seems to me like you might be attracted to her."
"That's not the case," Lex told her. "I am fascinated by her. She isn't the first person to save me from dying at Loeb Bridge. I need to know if she's connected to the man that saved me there several years back."
"So then it's a mystery for you?" Talia asked softly as she moved over. "I will help you solve the case if you permit it." Wrapping her arms gently around Lex's waist from behind, she pulled her mouth up to his ear. "And I can be so much more then that still. Your wife is gone. You should not grieve. Accept your fait and commit yourself to me. It is what we must do. Forget this search for the girl even. We must have hope for..."
The double doors opened wide at that moment, Mercy Graves stepping into the room with a confused look on her face as she crossed her arms. "Your wife has only been dead for a day, and you've already moved on with someone new, Lex?"
"Mercy, you're the last person that needs to be questioning my actions," Lex said, moving out of Talia's embrace as he walked over to her. "Why were you driving my father last night?"
"You were no where to be found," Mercy replied. "He asked that I drive him to Reeves Dam, because he was concerned about you."
"You and my father were at the dam?" Lex asked, shocked to hear this revelation.
"Yeah, and so was Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Chloe Sullivan, and some black man that I've never seen before," Mercy informed.
Lex was shocked to hear this news. "Looks like things are more complicated then I originally thought." He handed over the sketchpad. "I want you to get a team together and find this girl. Do not bring her to me. I will go to her once you've spotted her. Check the Kent Farm if you have to. I have a sinking feeling she might be there anyway."
Mercy nodded. "Right away, Lex." She turned to leave, but stopped at the doors, turning back to look at him and Talia. "There was one other thing. When you had Nell Potter's home phone tapped during the wedding a few months back, we kept monitoring the calls. Miss Potter just received one an hour ago from a number listed in China. The voice was distorted because our equipment isn't functioning right, but I have a feeling that you might want to have a listen even still."
Lex had a sinking feeling in his chest about this news, but nodded to her anyway. "Very well. Bring me the tapes." After watching Mercy close the double doors behind her, the bald billionaire looked back to Talia. "As tempting as your offer may be, it will take me time to come to a decision."
"Yes, of course, Lex," Talia said. "I will await your answer, but for the time being, I would very much like for you come up with a plan to steal the meteor rocks from your father. It is the only option left to us. I will help you make the preparations with you if you will permit. I have a feeling that we will make a good team, you and I."
"Perhaps we will," Lex replied.
Talia leaned forward and claimed Lex's lips before pulling away from him, looking deep into his eyes. "Then to our new partnership, beloved."