Don't Look Away update

There wasn’t much to do in Smallville, especially when Kon had to keep a low profile. However much practice it took to be able to hide behind a pair of glasses and a part in your hair, Kon didn’t have it.

Still, the Kents had been nice enough to install a basketball hoop on their property for him to practice with. It was about the only thing in Smallville that seemed like it hadn’t been painted by Norman Rockwell.

He made a three-point shot. The ball went wide, cracking the backboard. Kon gritted his teeth. At least those wouldn’t break. 

Not enough control, not enough focus. This stuff was second nature to Clark, but it just wouldn’t seem to come to him.

He flew up to catch the ball as it rebounded twenty feet in the air, then dropped back down. He dribbled the basketball a few times; worked very hard to keep himself to human limits as he jumped and shot. The shot bounced around a bit, but finally dropped through the hoop. Kon grinned. Maybe getting a handle on his growing powers wouldn’t be so hard after all.

“Nice shooting.”

Kon turned, wondering who the hell could’ve walked up to him without his superhearing—Cass. She wasn’t wearing the endless black leather of her costume, but high-waisted black pants with white pearl buttons on the fly. On top, a plain white tee over the ghost of a black bra. She wore a locket too, and a hoop bracelet. Kon couldn’t believe how good she looked. Well, she’d always looked good, but now she could dress herself!

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Kon said. “What are you doing in Smallville, Cass? They finally fumigating Gotham?”

Cass didn’t answer him. “Can I try… the basketball?”

“Sure thing,” Kon said, tossing her the ball. 

She dribbled it a few times, getting a feel for its heft, then belted it toward the basket. The net swished with the ball going through it.

“Beginners luck,” Kon said, picking the ball up as it rolled back to them. “Try that again.”

He tossed her the ball.

“Okay,” Cass said, “but it’s… really easy…”

She threw the ball up in the air. It came down in a perfect arc, sweeping neatly through the basket. 

“Great. Now we just have to get Steph to let you ride on her shoulders and you can dunk it.”

Cass darkened, her lips becoming a flat line. 

“Oh,” Kon said. Cass was such an open book, even he could pick up on what she was thinking. “Sore subject? You two get into a catfight?”

“Don’t have… enough words… for that…”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” Kon said. “Hey, I was about to take a shower and head out for a burger. Assuming Jughead doesn’t eat them all, you want to come with?”

“Yes,” Cass said. “I could use… a shower.”

Kon’s eyes briefly turned red before he got his heatvision under control. Cass noticed. It didn’t take much fluency in body language to tell what he was thinking. 

She blushed, though she wasn’t very embarrassed. “I didn’t mean it… like that.”

“How did you mean it?” Kon asked. He cocked a hip. Cass eyed the brawny legs leading down from his basketball shorts. Kon knew he’d put on weight—all muscle, and some body hair. He wondered how much Cass liked it.

“Like a joke… I know you… like jokes…”

“Yeah, I love jokes,” Kon said.

“Good… because your basketball skills… are big joke.”

“Holy Rao-on-a-stick!” Kon moaned. “How can you roast me with so many pauses? It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.”

“Sorry,” Cass said, sounding genuinely apologetic. “I didn’t mean to… hurt feelings.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Tim busts my chops all the time. Of course, I get him back ten times more, because he’s a nerd, but I’ll go easy on razzing you. You’re a sweetheart.”

Cass smiled. “And you don’t… need to shower… you smell nice… already…”

Kon smiled back at her, wondering if she thought his grin was as cute as he found hers. “You smell nice too. If I had a girlfriend, I’d buy her that perfume you’re wearing.”

Cass bit her lip. “I’m not wearing… perfume… but I’m glad you don’t… have girlfriend…”

“Yeah?” Kon asked, reaching out to run his hand through her hair. She’d grown it out since the last time he’d seen her, cut it into a cute fringe at her shoulders. “Why’s that?”

“No girl… has to pretend… you’re good at basketball…”

Kon pulled her close with a loose grip on her soft hair. “I’m good at other things.”

Cass smiled up at him. Her eyes were excited, her pupils dark fire. She puckered her lips in a teasing approximation of a kiss.

Kon kissed her for real, his soft lips pulling at hers until she couldn’t think of anything but giving him her tongue. As he sucked at it, she ran her hands over his broad back, brought them down the granite-hard muscles along his spine until she was caressing his ass. 

Kon chuckled against her mouth and grabbed her own trim ass with his big hands, pulling her against his body. Cass could feel the lump that his member made in his pants, hardness and heat as it rubbed against her belly. Her jaw dropped open, unable to believe the size she felt, wondering how it would feel inside her. 

Kon’s fingers slid down the back of her pants. He stopped kissing her, freezing in surprise.

“You’re not wearing panties, Cass,” he said, a little disbelieving, a little turned on.

“Do I… need them?” Cass asked, rubbing against Kon herself, getting her belly as close to his bulging prick as she could without it being inside her. She decided she didn’t care how big it was. If she couldn’t take it, she would just die trying.

“No,” Kon said. Then he thought that if he kept feeling up Cass in the driveway, the Kents were liable to come home right in the middle of their make-out session, literally. And even if Ma Kent was no Batman, he’d still rather keep her in the dark about his love life. “Why don’t we go to that shower?”

As soon as they were in his bathroom, Cass stripped. Kon virtually blacked out. One moment Cass reached for the bottom of her shirt, and by the time he had processed what was happening, she was naked—all pale and slender, sparse pubic hair growing around her slit like a carefully cultivated garden. Kon’s prick throbbed hard inside his boxers. 

“God, Cass, you look amazing.”

“Not as… amazing as… Steph,” Cass said, her expression unreadable, her voice far away.

“Steph’s not here,” Kon pointed out. 

He went to her, running his hands along her small, curvy hips, moving his mouth to a protruding nipple. Cass arched her back as he sucked it, writhing in his embrace as she tried to take the strange new pleasure he filled her with. 

Kon kissed his way up to her neck, then to her mouth, and as he kissed her, Cass pulled away his shorts, then the underwear beneath. His cock swung out, slapping against her thigh once free of the elastic waistband. 

Cass wrapped her fingers around it. It felt huge in her small hand, like a baseball bat. She was almost scared to be touching it. Touching it meant it would be inside her. 

“It’s really… big… did I make it… so big?”

“You certainly didn’t hurt,” Kon said, deciding now was not the best time to inform Cass that at his age, a stiff breeze was enough to get him this hard, especially after Tana had said she never wanted to see him again, emptying the gas tank of his erotic fantasies. “I feel like I’m in a dream. One minute I’m shooting hoops, the next… hey, you having second thoughts?”

Cass jerked him off slowly, pulling his foreskin one way, then the other—watching as his cockhead came out, then disappeared again. His precum smeared her palm, then glistened on his shaft as she spread it over his erection. 

“No… I don’t want to think… I want us… together…”

“I’m… noticing that!” Kon panted, his own speech now halting. 

Cass kissed him again, wetting her lips on his tongue, then got down on her knees.

“Cass, geez… what are you doing?”

“I’m sucking you,” Cass said. “I’m taking… your beautiful cock… and I’m doing… what you always wanted me to…”

“Christ,” Kon gulped. “You knew?”

“Yes… don’t worry… most guys want me to…”

“So why me?”

“You’re… sweet…” Cass pursed her lips and pressed their wonderful succulence against the tip of Kon’s manhood.

Kon sighed, realizing there was a double entendre in Cass’s words—and he ought to know—but even with Cass’s lips on his cockhead, he couldn’t imagine her thinking quite so… dirty.

Even in a world full of teenage babes in tight-fitting costumes, Cass was one of a kind.

Cass kissed his helmet again, her lips opening this time, not stopping on his cockhead but sliding along his glans and over his shaft. Her parted lips slipped halfway down his shaft, until his swollen knob was against her tonsils. With the way it throbbed, Cass could tell how much he wanted to be in her gullet.

“Guuuuu!” Cass mewled, trying to move her tongue around despite the massive bulk filling her mouth. She worked it against the tender skin on the underside of Kon’s length. He grasped her head and worked himself against the pleasure she was offering. 

“Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh!” he groaned. Holding back his gyrating hips lest he stuff his cock right into her esophagus. Control. Like Clark said, it was all about control.

Cass wanted to suck him off, wanted to make him come and see how much she could swallow, but she wanted to be fucked even more. She eased her head back until Kon’s hands slipped through her hair and her lips trailed off his cockhead. 

Her hand wiped across her mouth. She got up, her lips feeling thickly swollen, her tongue tasting of Kon’s member.

“Come,” she said. One of the bathroom doors led into the upstairs hallway, but the other went into Kon’s room. She walked through it and Kon padded after her, into his messy room. 

“I, uh…” Kon muttered, pausing with his shirt over his head and stretched between his arms. “I was going to pick up, but there was a—it turns out that it’s actually good for the environment if you don’t clean so often—and those magazines aren’t mine, I found them and I’m holding onto them until I go to a recycling center. I have like a hundred copies of National Geographic I’m taking too…”