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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon), Young_Justice
  Relationship:
      Aqualad/Superboy, Kaldur'ahm/Conner_Kent
  Character:
      Aqualad, Kaldur'ahm, Superboy, Conner_Kent
  Additional Tags:
      best_friends_sex, with_friends_in_the_other_room, you_know_I'm_beginning
      to_notice_a_pattern_in_my_writing, also_rimjobs, okay_just_one_and_it's
      in_the_shower, Shower_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-27 Words: 3988
****** Superboy's Super Night ******
by Star_of_Gotham
Summary
     Aqualad notices Superboy getting distracted on missions lately, and
     confronts him about it. Things change from chastising to heated
     quickly, and smut ensues. Pure M/M slash. Technically a sequel to my
     previous story "Superboy's Field Day", but can be enjoyed by itself
     without reading it.
The room was full of noise despite holding only six teenagers and one robot.
They had returned from a successful mission full of high spirits after stopping
an underground weapons smuggling group that had been supplying Bialya with
countless instruments of destruction. The mission came close to unsuccessful
when Superboy was defeated in battle, but saved by Kaldur and Wally.
Superboy was in the kitchen talking to M'gann when Kaldur interrupted their
conversation. "Apologies for the interruption M'gann, but I wish to speak with
Superboy about the mission," he said curtly, though trying to come in at a weak
point in their talk. She took a second to respond, but let him take Superboy
with a nod and a weak "okay." The Atlantean locked eyes with Superboy before
walking down a hallway and hearing Superboy follow behind him. Kaldur lead
Superboy to the half-kryptonian's room, waiting for him to enter before closing
the door behind him.
"What's this about, Kaldur? M'gann was just telling me about her first time
cooking earth food," Superboy said irritably, his hand on his waist. Kaldur's
face hardened a notch, but he went back to his composed self.
"This is about your failure during recent missions, Superboy. Specifically the
last one where Kid Flash almost lost his legs because you weren't completely
with us. You have been a hindrance more than an asset lately, and I wish for
you to resolve that problem before it ends with someone on this team getting
killed." Kaldur spoke his mind straight to the point, and didn't break eye
contact with Superboy the entire speech. His words seemed to have gotten to the
more muscular teen, but other than a hardened jaw didn't seem to affect him.
The two stared at each other for minutes, Superboy constantly changing between
looking like he's about to say something or looking like he's about to murder
someone, and sometimes both at the same time. Kaldur waited patiently for a
response, and when he didn't get one after a prolonged time, he spoke up once
more. "Listen, Superboy, I meant no attack on you as a person. I too had been
distracted on a mission, and that nearly cost us greatly if it hadn't been for
my friends fixing the problem at hand, then myself getting the chance to clear
the problem from my head. I am here to assist you, not crucify you, so please
know that you may speak your mind entirely and receive no judgment from me."
Superboy continued to be quiet, but after Kaldur finished he moved his hand to
the back of his neck and looked down, stepping forward until he was just inches
away from Kaldur. The memory of his "field day" as Superman had called it still
hung fresh in his memory, as well as what they had discussed the next day. He
nervously looked back up at Kaldur, this time getting a worried look from his
friend. "Superboy," Kaldur said, placing his hand on his shoulder, "tell me
what is wrong."
Superboy pressed his lips against Kaldur's suddenly, grabbing his forearms and
pushing the Atlantean back against the wall next to his door. Kaldur responded
by bending his wrists to grab the hands holding him back, pulling them up to
his own hands and entwining their fingers, kissing Superboy back with as much
enthusiasm he was getting. Superboy broke the harsh kiss eventually, removing
his hands from Kaldur's and moving them to the slim waist of the Atlantean,
going back for a softer kiss. Their lips touched gently, and the only force
driving this one was unbreached feelings.
"Superboy," Kaldur said when they parted a second time, "what was-"
"I've done some thinking lately," Superboy snapped sheepishly, avoiding eye
contact. "The distraction on the missions lately have been you, Kaldur." He
leaned his head forward, touching his forehead to Kaldur's muscled right
shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the blonde's frame and took a shaky
breath, memories of the day after with Superman ripping into his heart. "I'm
sorry I caused you trouble, I swear, I was just thinking about something that'd
been bugging me for a while…"
Kaldur laughed, filling the teary-eyed Superboy's ear with the reverberating
sound in his chest. "And I have been bugging you? I may not be from the
surface, but I can only assume that what you mean is something different,
otherwise you wouldn't have made that move on me previously." Kaldur was
smiling now, and rested a hand in Superboy's hair, gently moving it around in
an almost petting way.
Superboy sniffed and laughed once, removing his forehead and looking back into
his teammate's eyes. "Yeah, you're right. It's hard to explain, but I think you
already get most of it. So," Superboy said, trailing off and rocking back and
forth on his heels. "Wanna do that again?"
The two boy's mouths were locked together again, this time Kaldur's tongue
attempting to gain access. Superboy granted it to him, and soon the two were
having a battle for dominance in their mouths. Superboy was pressing against
Kaldur partway into their fun, and now had his left knee raised against the
wall to nudge Kaldur's crotch between his legs. Kaldur groaned throatily when
the friction increased, and involuntarily bucked back against the knee. "Oh,
Superboy…!" He brought his arms to grab hold of his firm butt, kneading his
fingers into the muscled flesh.
"Ung, C-Conner," Superboy breathed into Kaldur's right ear, his hot breath
lingering on it. Kaldur's grip on his butt weakened, and he gave him a confused
look.
"Who is this… Conner?" he asked, suddenly getting uncomfortable on Superboy's
knee.
"It's… It's a name that M'gann has been thinking I could use for a human name,
so if you wanted to you could call me that…" Superboy blushed, more than he had
that night, and hoped that he hadn't just ruined the night for them both. He
was about to apologize when Kaldur spoke out.
"Well Conner," Kaldur said, steeling his grip on Conner's meaty ass again,
"let's make tonight fun."
Conner's knee pushed up again, stealing a gasp from Kaldur. He wriggled it side
to side to rub against the Atlantean's growing bulge, and going off of the
noises he was eliciting from Kaldur he was satisfied with his work. He moved
his left hand down to the mound above his knee and grabbed it with as much
force as his butt was receiving, and slid it around to tease the pinned teen.
After copious amounts of whining and pleading, Superboy undid Kaldur's belt,
tossing it to the floor, and then continued to undo his tight-fitting pants. He
pulled them down enough to free Kaldur's ebony dick, but not entirely. It was
thicker at the base, and leaking generously. Superboy grasped the base and
stroked purposefully to the tip, and went back to repeat the gesture.
"Conner, more…" Conner responded with a cocky smirk and a tighter grip and
faster stroke, but still not enough for Kaldur. Grunting in frustration, Kaldur
removed one of his hands from Conner's ass to stop his hand. "Get on the bed on
your back," he demanded, suddenly taking control. Conner complied, still
grinning and lied back on the blanket-covered mattress. Kaldur lied down on top
of him, positioning his legs outside Conner's and grabbing Conner at the sides
of his developed chest. He pressed his groin against Conner's jean-covered one,
and rutted on the black-haired teen's solid bulge.
"Damn Kaldur, keep that goin'…" Conner moaned, taking his turn to grab the
blonde's ass. He slid his fingers under the skin-gripping fabric, kneading the
flesh similar to how the Atlantean had touched him. Before he could do much
more, the friction between the two heroes ended, and before Conner could say
anything his belt was being removed and his briefs and jeans slid down to
release "Superboy Junior" as Wally had once harassedly questioned him. Conner's
dick slid outwards from its trapped position against his left thigh, and Kaldur
quickly got to work. Swiping the head with his thumb, the blonde rubbed circles
on the sensitive flesh while his other hand freed Conner's balls from their
cotton prison. He bent forward and licked at the crease where the sac met the
base of Conner's dick, sucking the spot until it was red and Conner had to bite
his bottom lip hard enough to stop him from yelling out in ecstasy. He nipped
it lightly before moving south and licking between the two orbs. He took the
left one in his mouth, heating and wetting it while rolling his tongue around
it. He repeated the actions with the other, and by the time he looked up at
Conner again the teen had removed one of his hands from the Atlantean's ass and
was covering his red face, still biting his lower lip and clenching his eyes
shut.
"Conner," Kaldur said, breathing hotly against the throbbing rod in front of
his mouth, "look at me." Conner slowly complied, and once the two connected
eyes Kaldur licked up the underside, making Conner's hand on his ass squeeze
harshly, white spurting from the swollen, red head of his dick to land on the
s-shield of his shirt. He half-exhaled half-grunted, and when Kaldur kissed his
spent member on the head he gasped and ripped his hand out of the blonde's
pants, pushing his head away from his hyper-sensitive dick.
"Damn Kaldur, I-I…" Conner tried to speak, but he was too busy taking heavy
breaths and too embarrassed to say anything then. Kaldur smiled, leaning
forward to meet Conner's lips with a gentle, short kiss.
"Was not expecting to finish yourself so soon?" he asked mischievously,
smirking at the super-teen.
"Y-yeah, kind of…" Conner pushed Kaldur away from his face and onto his back on
the bed while simultaneously sliding them both farther on it to accommodate the
two of them as he sat himself up. Straddling the Atlantean just beneath his
rod, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it across the room into the
corner by the door. It landed on top of his other worn clothes, and when he
looked back at the body beneath him Kaldur had already removed his and had
dropped it on the floor beside him. Conner bent forward, aiming for just under
Kaldur's jaw. He kissed the underside of the bone, nipping occasionally and
slowly working downwards. He slid his tongue down the outskirts of the blonde's
gills, and bit down on his shoulder. He continued licking south, tracing a line
between Kaldur's pecs and reaching his abs. He brought his hands from the side
of the blonde to massage the muscles, wetting them with his tongue as well.
Kaldur grabbed at Conner's hair, pulling him away from his abs and moving him
to his dick. Conner happily got to work, licking around the head before
engulfing the length in his mouth, going down a few inches before going back
up, grazing his teeth over the head. Kaldur reflexively gasped, curling forward
and grabbing Conner by the back of his head and shoving him down onto his cock.
Conner gagged going down, and tried pushing himself off using Kaldur's thighs
as leverage, but he held him down tight and bucked up. Conner managed to escape
the hands holding him down, and when he could breathe again he coughed for a
minute. When he finally stopped, he wiped the saliva that had spilled from his
mouth with the back of his hand. He glared at Kaldur.
"Pants off," he demanded, standing up to take off his pants. He slid his briefs
off too, throwing both articles of clothing wantonly on the floor and kneeling
back down on the bed, turning to his nightstand and opening the modernized
drawer. He rummaged through it to the back and removed a small container of
lube. Before he could close the drawer Kaldur's body pressed against Conner's
back, the Atlantean's hard member pressing into Conner's ass.
"What's this?" Kaldur asked playfully.
"Also," Conner stated comedically, "from Wally."
Kaldur chuckled and grabbed it from Conner's hand, reading the bottle's front.
"Look at that, water-based."
"Oh shut up and put some on," Conner said, pulled Kaldur back down to the bed
with him. He lied himself back, spreading his legs and wrapping them around
Kaldur. The blonde squirted some on himself and snapped the lid back on,
dropping it on the floor somewhere nearby. He stroked it on himself, coating it
evenly but placing more on the head. When he was satisfied he wiped his hands
on the blanket, much to Conner's distaste, and took hold of his thighs. Pulling
them towards him, he pressed the tip of his dick into the tight ring, sliding
in another inch or two and stopping to let Conner adjust.
"Ugh, k-keep going," Conner huffed, clenching the bed sheet and gritting his
teeth. It wasn't as big or as thick as Superman's, and he was sort of enjoying
the temporary fresh pain.
"But Conner, I don't want to hurt you, and if-"
"Just push it in!" Conner shouted, frustrated. He pulled his legs in more,
bringing Kaldur closer to him and his cock further inside him by another inch.
Kaldur did as Conner had asked, and pushed in the rest of his length, moving
his hands to hold Conner's waist instead. He pulled out, leaving an inch still
in, and shoved himself right back in, repeating the movement several times but
waiting a second between each thrust. As Kaldur elicited less grunts and more
groans he ended the waiting time and went faster, breathing at the pace he used
to fuck the muscled hero beneath him.
"You're so tight, Conner…" Kaldur's left hand let go of Conner's waist and
wrapped around his dick, thumbing over the slit at the head and collecting a
smear of leaking fluids. He brought his hand up to Conner's face, his thumb
pointing at his mouth. Conner opened up, sucking on Kaldur's thumb and moaning
as the Atlantean continues to fuck him. Conner sat forward while pulling Kaldur
closing with his powerful legs. He pushed the thumb out of his mouth with his
tongue and let it get replaced by Kaldur's tongue instead, sucking on the
muscle and groaning at every movement. Kaldur's spit-slicked hand returned to
Conner's dick, stroking to the same rhythm of his thrusts.
He retreats his tongue and pulls out almost completely, nipping down on
Conner's lower lip and pounding in faster than before. He goes on, penetrating
the Superboy relentlessly and marking him in various places on his upper body:
a bite on the same mark he left earlier, a nip at Conner's left nipple, a rough
tonguing on his neck.
"Ah, K-Kaldur!" Conner exclaimed, his hands bunched together messily in the
sheets and his head tilted back in pleasure and exposure for Kaldur's mouth.
"Th-there, do that again!"
"The tongue or the thrust, Conner?" Kaldur asked, taking a sudden stop with his
hips and his mouth.
"Both!" Conner's voice cracked, and Kaldur's tongue lapped at Conner's neck
faster than Wally could finish a taco, plunging at the same angle as he did
just before Conner's outburst. "Oh god yes… Hah!" Conner couldn't keep quiet,
noting how Superman never made him feel so much pleasure in so many places. An
overwhelming throbbing flowed out into his groin every time Kaldur hit the same
spot, and he was sure that both his neck and his vocal chords would be wrecked
by the next morning. His dick was starting to hurt from stimulation, and he
didn't know whether he was going to cum soon or if he wasn't going to cum at
all.
"Ah, C-Conner, don't tighten up like that!" Kaldur exclaimed, accidentally
biting down near the base of Conner's neck. His dick was suddenly squeezed from
all sides, and the tightness was heavenly.
"I-I think I'm close…!" Conner whined, feeling the shock of the bite and
grunting after he finished speaking. "K-Kal!" He spat Kaldur's name out of his
mouth repeatedly as the blonde's hand forced him over the edge for the second
time and shooting his load between the two muscled chests. "Ah! F-sh-god…" he
groaned, still feeling the sensations from Kaldur inside him.
"Neptune's beard… I-I-" Kaldur's grunts were silenced by Conner's lips pressed
tightly against his, sucking hard on his tongue and moaning endlessly into his
mouth. It was too much, combined with the impromptu tightness, and he came
inside Conner, coating his insides with his cum and some dribbling out when his
pace slowed drastically but still didn't cease. After a minute of feeble
thrusts, shrinking erections, and tongue wars, Kaldur pulled out gingerly from
Conner, his gratuitous amounts of cum leaking out of the abused hole.
"Damn, I have some serious laundry to do…" Conner complained, but the thought
leaving his mind when Kaldur kissed him tenderly on the extremely red mark on
the bottom of his throat. It was definitely going to bruise by the morning, as
well as a few other choice marks Kaldur left. Kaldur coddled Conner for another
few moments, but eventually the two had to get up. Conner excused himself to
the shower to wash himself, wrapping a towel around his waist before he got in
it to stop things from dripping onto the floor. He was joined a minute later by
Kaldur after the Atlantean had thrown the bed sheets into the corner and pulled
new ones out and laid them still folded up on the bed.
"That was amazing," Kaldur said, swiping the soapy washcloth in circles around
Conner's back, cleaning off the sweat.
"I'd say so. Here, lemme help ya'…" Conner spread his cheeks with his fingers,
opening his hole to let the liquids inside leak out, and Kaldur slipped a soap-
coated thumb in it, wriggling around and stealing a surprised gasp from Conner.
With his other hand he reached up and dismounted the showerhead from the holder
on the wall, pushing Conner forward to lean on the wall with his elbow as he
did so. He aimed the spray of warm water at the hole, cleaning off the soap and
washing away most of his mess. He replaced the showerhead, but held his thumb
there, causing noises of unsure discomfort from Conner.
"Here, let me help you," Kaldur said, speaking in a sarcastic but sexy tone
before plunging his tongue into Conner's butt, pulling out after a second and
lapping circles around the ring of muscle that wasn't as loose as it used to
be.
"Ooh, Kal…" Conner's hand was still soapy, which he took advantage of by
getting to work on his dick, stroking it back to its full length with the help
of the Atlantean's tongue inside him. Kaldur flicked it across the hole, making
a mock drawing of the s-shield his friend wore. "W-wait, was that…?" Conner
asked, thinking he imagined it or something.
"Yep, because you have a super hole, Superboy…" Kaldur exhaled hotly, eliciting
a moan from Conner. He circled the hole twice more before going back in, slowly
pushing in and out while moving one of his hands to stroke his own dick. He
moaned into the wet cavern when Conner put his hand behind Kaldur's head,
pushing him deeper. Kaldur obeyed, and tongued further, increasing his pace and
moving his tongue around more.
"Fuck me… I'm not gonna last if you do that Kal," Conner half-whined half-
moaned, pushing his hips back and forth, matching it to Kaldur's tongue and his
hand. Kaldur relented with his tongue, replacing it with two fingers from his
free hand. He inched them forward, not stopping until they all the in, and
scissored them around the loose tunnel. He inserted a third finger and probed
it around with the other two, exploring around and eventually hitting Conner's
prostate. "There!" Conner exclaimed, tightening his grip around his dick and
pumping erratically into his hand.
"Are you going to cum again for me, Conner?" Kaldur indulged his dirtier side
with his words, getting himself harder and reacting positively to Conner's
reactions as well. He increased the pace of his strokes, and rubbed his fingers
purposefully against Conner's prostate, milking the small bump for every
reaction it could give him.
"Ah, yeah, come on, fuck, Kal!" The pulse pounded his lower body endlessly,
wracking him with waves of pleasure more intense than when Kaldur was fucking
him. He shot his load hard against the shower wall, shuddering when Kaldur
pulled out. His hands turned him around, and before he could recover completely
from his orgasm he reached down and stroked Kaldur's dick, replacing the
blonde's softer hand with his own rougher one.
"Oh, Conner…" Kaldur buried his face in Conner's shoulder, standing up when
Conner gripped his length. "Fuck…" He came on Conner's abs, and exhaled heavily
in Conner's ear.
"Neither of us lasted long after what we just did, huh?" Conner asked lightly,
a smile playing across his face. "But after three times in one night, I think
I'm done until tomorrow. You, on the other hand, have only cum twice…"
Kaldur chuckled into Conner's ear. "I must pass on your offer despite how much
I wish not to. That's more… entertainment in one night than I've ever had."
Conner pulled away from Kaldur, a surprised look on his face. "Wait, you mean
you were a virgin before tonight?!"
"Yes, but I've fantasized about the experience before, so I wasn't completely
lost on what to do."
"Well, I'm flattered to be your first, but I just remembered something."
"What is it, Conner?"
"The team."
The two heroes quickly rinsed off a second time and dried off, Conner dressing
in another clone of his previous outfit and Kaldur redressing with his previous
wear. The two bore heated faces as they exited the room, making their way back
to the main room where voices still spoke.
"And then I was all like, 'Whoa man, you need to stop!' and he was all like,
'No man, I'm not gonna!' So then I was like, speeding around him super fast! I
swiped his gun from him before he could shoot anyone, and none of his goonies
stood a chance either." Wally seemed to be engrossing the room with a story of
his "heroics" when the two reentered, causing the room to fall silent before
Artemis spoke up.
"You two were gone for a while. What've you been up to?" She wore a sly,
knowing smirk on her face, and by the end of her sentence the rest of the team
had red faces too.
"Listen, if you guys just needed some alone time you could've, oh I don't know,
JUST FREAKING ASKED?" Wally shouted, his arms flailing with his words. "I mean
good god we could hear you EVERYWHERE IN THE MOUNTAIN!"
"Oh shut up Wally, you're just jealous that Superboy picked Kaldur over you,"
Robin stated simply, grinning at his horrified friend.
"WHAT?! No man, I already got someone on my mind, and it ain't him!"
"Whatever guys, can we just get back to the game? Wally, you've spent like
fifteen minutes stalling since you know you can't beat Artemis and I at
monopoly," M'gann said, an annoyed look on her face.
"Finefinefine, but the next time you two try to run off again for some alone
time, run off to a pace far away from here, ok?" Wally huffed and sat back on a
pillow next to the coffee table in front of the tv, rolling the die and
counting his metallic marker's progress on the board.
"Hey guys, wanna join in? We're about done anyway: M'gann owns over half the
board and Artemis has so much money she could buy Batman out of stock!" Robin
beckoned for the two teens to join the group, and they accepted the invitation,
still blushing from embarrassment.
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