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thejusticelounge2012-08-05 12:51 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-05 12:51 pm
put the lime in the coconut
“Okay so I’m trying this drink that I just created!” Kyle ushers Kate into the bar, which isn’t open yet. “It’s some rum and some Malibu, right? Then some club soda and then limeade, and a couple drops of Angostura. It’s GREAT. I’ve only had a couple sips and I’m already all lip-numby. Kate you should try it. It’s kind of sweet, but not in a bad way.”
“…Kyle, why would you want rum AND Malibu in a drink?”
.”..well aren’t they kind of the same thing? Except one is more nasty and sweet? But I only put like a tiiiiiny biit.”
Kate raises an eyebrow. “Ese, are you tipsy?”
“Oh yeah,” Kyle nods fervently. “Got started without you, lo siento. They can’t charge me for flying-while-tipsy, hehhhh.” He throws his arms around Kate, but gingerly just in case.
Kate leans into him, grinning. “Right, pour me one of those.”
Kyle thumbs up and goes to make one, generous on the rum. As he does, he asks, “How’s El Hombre?”
“Which?”
He smirks as he dots the drink with Angostura. “The damsel in distress one.”
“He’s doing okay. Not 100%, but…well, I think killing the fucker was subconsciously cathartic.”
Kyle pauses while stirring, but careful not to look at her. “There was a death? Geez.” He comes around and gives her the drink. “Drink first. Salud to being alive and saving the world again. Or really just, the League’s collective culos, si?”
Kate drinks up with a big gulp, eyes widening at the strength of it. “Salud. Kyle, there were a LOT of deaths.” She is about to say more, but instead Kyle surges forward and stops her with a kiss. Kate is startled by the kiss, but doesn’t pull away. She touches his cheek instead. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Kyle breathes against her hair. “I’m so glad…we were busy, I mean. In space, but once it was all over, all I wanted to do was come back to this, and…” He sighs slowly and smiles, nuzzling. “I almost got my voice knocked out. It was a near-tragedy, I tell you.”
She eases away but only so she can take a sip or two from her drink. “How do you get your voice knocked out?” she asks, and wraps her arm around his shoulders.
Kyle leans in happily and flaps his hand. “Ahhh you know the usual. Killer robots, hundreds. Millones, really. We were almost outnumbered, if it wasn’t for the SeRVE people disabling the bombs and the robots from the inside. Teamwork, right?”
“I’m really pleased they were able to help. Not only because…well, the obvious, but because it’s good for them. And…admittedly…the program.”
“I know, right? That’s exactly what I thought, I mean. They’ve done nada since being in the program than prove themselves super-trustyworthy. I felt anyway. I believed in them, and they were the real heroes in the end. Even with the Watchtower all chingadera’d, still better than no Watchtower at all.”
“It’s probably better for some of us to be planetside. Well, those of us who’ve got a place here.” Kate slurps some more of her drink, feeling it hit her blood very pleasantly.
Kyle gulps more of his own drink. “Okay, so. Fill me in, que onda, Kate. I wanna hear you talk about stuff. And I don’t mean just a sitrep, amiga.”
“So what kind of stuff?” she laughs. “The Dodgers?”
Kyle grins. “Cute. Tell me how you’re feeeeeling.”
“Okaaaaay, feeling about what?” She takes another slurp of her drink. “I’m tired, mostly. I’m feeling a little strung out, still, recovering from feeling crappy and worried for so long.” Kate looks down into the drink. “This is seriously hardcore.”
“You still mad? I mean at…y’know. Ollie for pulling that whole running away stuff. Frankly, I’m /still/ trying to piece together all the pieces of this loco puzzle.”
“I’m irritated with him, a little. But after what happened, I don’t have the energy to be angry, I don’t think.” Kate cocks her head, and lifts a brow at him. “You’re asking all about me, which means you’re being avoidant.”
Kyle is shocked. Or at least - he pretends to be. “That’s not true! It means I care! I’m curious. I’m concerned for you, Kate.”
“I know, ese, but I expect to hear about you too, chico.” She takes a breath. “Look, you wanna know the truth?”
“Of course.” Kyle says, eying her curiously.
“I’m exhausted, I’m worried about my friends and family…and, dios, this sounds so bad…I’m frustrated, because it’s been basically a month long dry spell for me and I can’t exactly ask my partner who’s recovering from serious trauma to assist.”
Kyle regards for her a while, then kisses her again, pulling her off the barstool.
Kissing back, Kate then pulls away and laughs. “I wasn’t trying to hint!”
Kyle grins. “No but it’s pretty much all I can think of right now, Kate. Although I admit I /was/ having a crisis of conscience, what with Senor Queen all convalescing and stuff.”
“Conscience? Why, because Ollie’s hurt?”
“Well…yeah.” Kyle leans back to look at her. “I mean…dontcha think?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean…it doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t feel. Hell, I’d bet money Ollie has about ten itches he can’t scratch at the moment.”
Kyle looks her down and then up, rubbing her arms and then finally smiling apologetically. “Sorry. I’m just a little…lost when it comes to…ah…etiquette? I’m so much more used to, you know. One-to-one relationship dynamics, I don’t, um…wanna step on Ollie’s toes any more than…I…think I have. Specially with him being all recovery and all. Oh man, this all sounded so much more reasonable in my head….”
“Kyle, he and I aren’t exclusive, not even him and Hal and me exclusive. Don’t think we ever will be. And I can make my own calls on this, cariño…if he were upset, I’d know, because he wouldn’t be quiet about it.”
“I get it, I do. Open relationship, right. I just thought…mmnnn.” Kyle twists his mouth from side to side. “Man this is weird, I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say. Is this one of those situations where I can just trust you and not think about it anymore?” He pauses, then adds, “Because I really /really/ want you, right now.”
“I think in this case you can trust me. I’m just telling you how I’m seeing it. With anyone else…I don’t know. But with me, yeah.” She picks up her drink and finishes it. “That’s good, by the way, because damn, I want to screw you into the mattress.”
Kyle hums a sigh at her words, and drains his drink. He picks her up and kisses her. “Any woundy-hurt spots I should try to avoid?” he asks as he carries her to the bedroom, kissing her face.
“’m pretty much okay. Lungs aren’t 100% still, but that doesn’t really matter. “ She leans into him, then drags a fingernail sharply down his jaw. “You never did say what’s up with you. Don’t think I forgot about it, ese.”
Kyle lowers her onto the bed and perches over her, kissing her collarbone and then sitting back to get his t-shirt off. “I’m fine, mamiiii!” He grins at her. “You’re here now, right? That’s what matters.”
Kate gives him that ‘I Am Not Buying This’ look. “So if I said I was wearing a strapon under my clothes, you wouldn’t freak out at all.”
“AHAHA WHAT. “ He bends down to kiss her, then pauses. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re just trying to egg me.”
Kate lifts a brow at him, and smirks.
Kyle rucks her shirt up, pressing his nose against hers. “You’re so mean to me, you know that?”
“Is that a problem?” She presses her hips up against him a little so he can feel that she wasn’t kidding. “We don’t have to play that way, but it felt good to wear this again.”
Kyle laughs a little and looks down in surprise, then back up at her. “Dios mio…Kate you’re not mean to me at all, I take that back.” He reaches down to feel between her legs, completely fascinated.
Kate bites her lower lip and presses her hips up further, enjoying the pressure. “Oh, come on, I’m a little mean.”
“Ahaaaaaa well for springing this on me, mayyybe un poco mean. But. “ He looks at her, a little feverish. ”Hal will wanna, like. Do it. Have sex. And I want a refresher course. And you’re kind of amazing like this.” He undoes her trousers, slipping his hand under. “Wow….this is…so different…”
Kate doesn’t say that that was sort of why she did it…because she is sneaky. Instead, she grits her teeth, breath catching a little, almost as if the silicone were actually a part of her. “Bad different?”
“Oh no no noooo, just, heh. “ He grins sheepishly. “First and last time I tried this, Alex used, well. My lantern talents. I never…” he sits back again, pushing her top and bra up over her breasts, and her trousers down under her hips and surveys her, drawing in a sharp whistle. “It’s seriously caliente, Kate. You always look amazing, but…”
She shifts her hips and shoulders to free herself a little more from clothes. “See, I didn’t even think of shopping at the Green Light sex shop. Clearly I’m not creative enough.” Kate sits up to take off her shirt, undo her bra.
Kyle eagerly helps her, and then rolls to the side to divest himself of his jeans. He motions for her and pulls her over so she can straddle him. “Ahhh that’s okay, she thought it was all new and cool beans. It’s all old hat for you, Manhunter.” He smirks up at her, rubbing her sides and reaching up, rolling her nipples.
Kate grits her teeth, clenching around her side of the strapon as she grinds down against him. “It’s not like I’ve done it on a regular basis, Green Lantern Rayner. Should I tell you to drop and spread them?”
Kyle throws back his head, half to laugh and half to gasp as she ground down. “I don’t know! We can figure it out together. No one I’d rather do this with, anyway,” He pulls her down so he can kiss her, lingering on the feel of her lips and teeth against his own. ”So when was the last time? Didn’t you say there were other…ah…necessities?”
“Lube? Check my purse.” she grins cheekily at him, trying not to blush when he notes there’s no one else he’d rather be with for this, and nips his lower lip in revenge for making her slightly flustered. Kate drags her nails down Kyle’s chest, toes curling against the bed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, cariño. I’m going to make you beg for more.”
Kyle sits himself up, holding her in place by her hip. He can’t stop looking at her, and the fire in her eyes. He grins. “And here you were just playing all coy-like downstairs. Kaaaaaate,” He uses his ring to pull her purse over, catching it and handing it to her. “Your purse, you look. I’ll be busy trying to contain myself.” Kyle bites his lip, then lifts her up a bit to kiss and suck on her breasts.
Kate is so damn horny that just his mouth, teasing her, makes her moan low in her throat. She knows just where the lube is in her purse, and pulls it out, setting it aside, before pulling away to lick a long stripe up his cock, just so he knows who’s the boss here, damn it, as she slicks her fingers.
Kyle draws in his breath sharply, clutching her hair and watching in fascination. “Jesus…okay, what do I do, what’m I supposed to do? Relax I know, but I’m kinda having a hard time doing that. Haaaa no pun intended…christ you are so hot, Kate…”
Kate strokes the fake dick with a long swipe of her hand, then pushes him down further into the bed, parting his legs further with her knee. “You’ve got to tell me if you’re not cool with this, carino. Please.” She strokes fingertips back behind his cock. “It’s less relax and more…uh, well, more ‘don’t freak out’. I’ll take this part slow.”
Kyle covers his mouth with one hand and nods fervently at her as the realization of what’s happening hits him. But it’s Kate. Therefore it is all right. His bucks his hips in reaction to her hand, straining for more touch. “Take it slow. I trust you, Kate. You’re…you. Te amor…”
Kate reaches up and catches his hip with her free hand, stroking it gently as she eases a fingertip inside him and bites her lip at the heat. “Te amo demasiado…come on, easy, Kyle, querido, it’s okay.”
He knows he should have been expecting this, but the feel of her finger still surprises him. He clutches at any part of her that he can, gripping hard at the flesh of her thigh. He takes a deep breath and lifts his hips up more a bit. “Mirame, por favor, mi amor.”
Kate slides her hand up his side a little further as she slips into him, gently. Looking up, she meets his eyes. “Eres tan hermosa. Don’t worry.”
(they get distracted for a little while, but then…)
Kate pushes him back down onto the bed with one hand. “You’re not actually upset, I hope.”
Kyle falls back, hands spread out. “You kidding me? I mean, I could pretend to be, if that’s what you like.” He grins up at her. “Pretending stuff can be fun, after all.”
She drags her clean hand down his chest with a smirk. “Yeah, it can. But I’m the one in charge here, chico, you better just sit back for the ride.”
Hearing her say that makes Kyle moans just a bit. “Oh mami, how the hell do you expect me to do that?” Catches at her hand and pulls it up to suck on her fingers. “I can’t stay still for long, sabes que. Tell me what to do.”
Please, Kate smiles more, slipping her finger deeper into him while he’s not paying so much attention. “Touch me, then. Like any other time we’ve done this, cariño.”
His eyes crinkle in slight pain and he lifts his legs further up and apart, trying to fit around her finger. He holds her hand at his mouth, still kissing and nibbling, while his other hand reaches out between her legs. Smiling up at her, his eyes flash green for a second and Kate feels more than just fingers touching her clit and folds. More like…tentacles. “How’s that?”
She hisses, rocking back and down, worrying her lip with the edges of her teeth as she pauses inside him to let him adjust. “Dios, oh fuck, Kyle…” She finally gets a little more equilibrium and grins at him. “Hentai?”
He rolls his hips against her, looking delighted at first, then wry. “The…the secrets of Ms Kate Spencer revealed. Next you’re gonna tell me you spent the better half of your lawyer school days trolling 4chan…” Pants against her hand and then relaxes against her, the tentacles roving and stroking freely as his fingers tease at her wetness. “Hijole, ay carajo is there anything you not good at?”
Grinning at him, she easily and slowly stroked her finger inside him, momentarily grazing his prostate before easing back, then pressing in again. “Just because I know what it is doesn’t mean I’ve ever had the energy for that, chico…and I don’t think I’m THAT good.” Kate bends down to kiss him for a second, hips jerking a little against his fingers. “Want more, caro?”
Kyle bites her lips when she kisses him, grasping along her arms and down her sides, still shuddering from the feel of her finger grazing along inside him. He nods against her cheek. “Si, me dan más, carina.” The feel of her against his fingers and the plastic of the strap-on between them makes him groan and he kisses her again, hard.
She adds more lube, trying to ease into him as she pulls out, then adds another finger. She shifts, twitching against his fingers, against the tentacles, clenching around the end of the dildo that’s inside her. “You feel okay? You look gorgeous.”
“I feel…” Kyle opens his eyes, searching for words he couldn’t really find. “I feel…like a Magritte.” He laughs loudly, focusing back on her, his eyes widening at the feel of two fingers. “That’s so nice…I forgot how nice that can feel, Kate, mmm…How do you feel?” His hands course over the bruises he’s now seeing on her body. “Dios you fight hard…”
“Magritte?” Kate lifts a brow, then considers it and laughs. Artists. “Not that surreal, I hope…esto es muy real. And…” She’s unable to keep from moving her hips, from pressing against him, even as she focuses on making it good, making this work. “I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me. I heal fast.”
“I like worrying about you,” Kyle tries to move his hips along with hers, craving some sort of steady rhythm between them and he squirms more against her fingers, trying to push against them. “But if you’re gonna be all Wolverine healing factor about it, then I’ll say no more, promise.”
“I’m not saying you can’t worry about me, cariño…just that it’s not as bad as it looks.” Kate notices his movement, and slips her fingers into the rhythm of her hips, though it’s close enough to what she wants to do, what she’s trying to ease him into, that she has to bite her lip. “Y’know, usted es un natural…”
Kyle sucks the fingers of his own free hand for a bit, then reaches up to play with her breasts, wetness trailing across her nipples. “I’m only like this because it’s you, Kate,” he replies honestly, pleased with their movements syncing up. “I trust you so much…” Kyle bites his lip too, reflecting her. “And you might not think you know all that much, but I believe you do. You know a lot, and I…” he smirks. “Well I guess I respond well to that.”
Kate hisses at the touch of wet fingertips against sensitive skin, toes curling once more against the sheets, before bending down to give him a soft light kiss. “It’s that damn older woman thing again,” she says, laughing a little as she crooks her fingers upwards inside him for a moment. “Hey, there’s a stereotype for a reason, sabes.”
Kyle tenses and arches his back in response to her fingers, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He laughs and tries to kiss her back and keep her there, but she’s gone again. “Why’s it such a bad thing? You being older than me? Me gusta…and I thought age shouldn’t matter, Senora Feminista.”
“Not a bad thing,” Kate replies, then eases her fingers back to add a third, very carefully. “Just that experience is nine-tenths of the whole knowledge thing…nor do I mind sleeping with beautiful younger men, I’m just saying…”
“Yyyeahhhh, never been one for the whole book-learning, I prefer experience myse…lll…ohhhh dios that hurts…” Kyle grabs her tighter and pushes against her even more, somehow thinking that would ease the discomfort. As if to retaliate, the tentacles suction on and flick against her.
“Ahhhh….que? /Beautiful/ younger men? Who is this joven and how can I punch him?”
Kate grits her teeth at the suction, which hurts but in a really damn good way, though it also has the side benefit of making her stop right there before she can even consciously decide to, letting him adjust. “I’d say ‘stop hitting yourself’, but it’d be too funny,” she hisses between her teeth. God, the way he’s pushing down against her…no wonder guys find that hot.
Kyle is so amused with himself it almost helps with the pain and he tries to relax a bit more, trying to concentrate on studying her face and her reaction as the tentacles do their thing. “Kaaate,” he huffs, now almost on the border of writhing under her. “You look close to bursting, querida…is…am…am I ready for you, you think?”
“I can hold out a little longer,” Kate murmurs in reply, worrying her teeth, fingers twisting, slipping, ever so slightly inside him. “Don’t want to hurt you, cariño. I want it to be good for you, I want you to like it. And if you come right away, I will personally kill you.”
“nnf…” Kyle frowns and lifts his hips again, then his eye lashes flutter and he squeezes his fingers against one of her nipples, then the other, rolling his hand under her breasts and repeating. “That’s starting to feel better…and you should stop saying such nice things to me if you want me to keep it together. I can get off on just the things you say, y’know. Part of the ‘younger man’ package, heh.”
Kate smiles, easing her fingers back and forth. “Just a little more, I swear. And sometime I’ll have to talk dirty to you, just to see that package in action. Not that I mind the package as it is at the moment.” She bends down and gives his cock a brief lick, easing back to watch her hand move into him. “And I know ways to keep you from losing it. Part of the older woman package.”
“Ooooh,” He tries to bat her away, he’s feeling so overly-sensitized right now, but still…so glad for the feel of her tongue. “I…I mean, we tried dirty talk once, ahah….I wasn’t much good at it, and I kept making Jennie laugh.” He cranes up to watch what she is doing as well. “Hijole, I…you got a lot of fingers…ah…in there…me.”
“You can take it, Kyle, querido…you’re going to need to, to take my cock.” Kate bites her lower lip, then winks at him, before easing her fingers out, pulling away to grab a condom out of her purse. She rolls it down the strapon—makes for infinitely easier cleanup—then strokes it as she applies the lube. “And this isn’t even all that big, you know, all things considered.”
Kyle rolls on the bed a little, groaning. “Nnf, Ms Spencer the things you sayyyy.” He lolls his head to watch her, and starts to breathe faster. “It’s…you’re big enough, mami. Don’t worry about that. What’s it you’ve said? That you and Mia agree on? It’s not the…size…” Kyle grins slowly at the topsy-turvy of this entire situation and reaches out for her, craving to feel her again.
Kate laughs, pressing forwards and easing her hips down, and in, taking it very carefully—slow, yeah, but not so slow as to drag out any pain. “Yeah, but you’ll have to figure out if you like size, personally,” she says, and while god, watching this is hot, it’s not agonizing like it would be if she were…well…fully functional. “Depends on the situation—damn, muy caliente, chico…”
“Stoppppp -” When she pauses he looks up and then shakes his head, “Nonononono keep going, I just mean…don’t make me think about things like…size preffff nggahhhh.” His eyes roll back and his legs scrabble on the bed as he grabs at all parts her, thumbing long, greenish streaks over her skin. “When Alex did this, it was from behind…feels so different like…like…” He opens his eyes and forces himself to look at her, look at how this feels for her. “What’s it like…”
Kate bites her lip, his own pleasure turning her on even more, as she presses in and settles her clean hand on his shoulder, fingernails biting skin. “So damn hot,” she breathes. “Like you’re open to me, like I’m in control, like I want to fuck you until you beg me to let you come.”
Kyle grins helplessly and nudges and nuzzles at her hand needily, before looking back at her. “You are in control, you…” Kyle pulls his hands off of her and tugs his Lantern ring off his finger, tucking it under his pillow. The green seeps out of his eyes and he licks his lips, his hands settling back on her hips as she rolls them. “Jesus Kate, you are so fucking hot when you fuck me…Yo quiero más…” He huffs, twice. “Hoooooooooboy. Is this really happening? Just…to make sure…”
“Si, ese,” Kate murmurs, shifting her hips with a slow roll to ease further into him. She’s not sure why he’s taken off his ring, but it’s all right, as long as he’s still there with her as she moves. “Just tell me how fast to go, you want more, desea más, querido?”
“Go slow,” Kyle gulps immediately. “I want more, just…slowly. Por favor.” He tacks on at the end and then smiles up at her again, his eyes lit up and slightly glistening. He can feel the Lantern protective energies fade off of him, and everything suddenly feels more raw and real and, well. Just Kyle. He wants to be just Kyle with her. He grabs onto her waist, trying to move as if he’s fucking Kate but that sends him for a shock and he barks out a laugh. “Oh ahhhh now I get why you want me to stay put, hijole de puta!”
“Yeah, slow…” Kate reaches up with her clean hand, strokes his cheek, then starts laughing when he moves, finding it funny as hell, even though she can’t stop moving entirely, doesn’t want to as long as he’s okay. “And si, don’t do that…wrap your legs around me, draw me in, sabes?”
Kyle twists his mouth at her. “I don’t think I’m that flexible…” Still, it’s worth a try because he likes the idea of pulling her in more. He gets as far as pulling his legs up, resting his heels slowly against the sides of her hips. “¿Así?” he gasps, as the new position and tilt of his own hips makes him clutch her tighter. “Que la chingada, that feels…” Kyle tries to move his legs more but he can’t. Instead he just laughs, moving his hands to her face and kissing her. “Ayyyyy, no /wonder/ people like Dick Grayson so much.”
“Not that I’ve ever topped Dick…and that’s not for lack of interest, okay.” Kate laughed again, kissing him back and starting to give him a little more, the arc of his hips shifting the strapon inside her and making her gasp as well. “Ay, dios, Kyle, like that.”
Kyle laughs and hups a bit as she pushes in. “Well at least he’d know what he was doing,” Kyle slides his hands over her back, holding onto the nape of her neck. “You like how that feels too? Because dios, mami it feels good on this side, ayy.” Kyle’s legs strain to stay up, and he marvels at how women are able to keep their legs high in the sky for long amounts of time, while being fucked. He pulls Kate closer to him, kissing her again, worrying at her lip whenever he feels a jolt of pain.
“Just the right angle…” Kate considers pulling his knees over her shoulders, then decides it’d be waaay too much for his first time. Instead, she eases back and out, smiling slowly as she gets another idea. “Come on,” she says, rolling over onto her back, hips working, twitching, just a little, without him. “You get to be in charge for a minute.”
Kyle looks over at her, then sits up, wincing just slightly. “Cowgirl? Or..oh I guess in this case, cowboy, huh?” He rolls himself over onto her and rests there for a bit, stroking and kissing at her breasts before carefully sitting up. He looks down between her legs, and strokes her thighs, fascinated. “How does it work, anyway? For you, I mean.”
Kate watches him, smiles slowly at him moving. “Usually…it doesn’t, for women, except psychologically. I happened to get the, uh, double sided one.” She might be blushing a little.
He looks up at Kate for a moment, then moves his hand to get a better feel. “Ah haaaa, Kate. And I was kind of wondering back there…you sure spared no expense, huh?” He pulls his hand away, sucking her wetness off his fingers as he slowly figures it out. “That’s so hot, so like. When you’re fucking me…you’re fucking yourself too! Jeeeezus, carina.”
“Hey, it’s not as if I can’t get some use out of it on my own,” Kate points out with a faint smirk, pressing up against his hand and clenching around the side that’s inside her, the cock outside jerking faintly. “That’s why I like it so damn much, being in you. Dios…Kyle…”
“Si, okay,” Kyle takes that as his cue. “I’ll get right on that.” He pauses, trying to figure out the best way to go for a ride. He carefully straddles and leans forward, biting at his lip as he tries to find the tip of Kate’s cock to match up to him. “This feels so loco…ah! Ah, si…” He looks at her pleadingly, a little hesitant to push it into himself. “Can you, ah…do the honors?”
“Sorry,” Kate says blushing faintly, not wanting to seem excessively eager, but then presses upwards, slowly, with an easy shift of her hips, her hands moving to his own to hold him, reassure him. “We can stop, you know,” she says, meeting his eyes because she needs to see him, needs to know he’s okay, needs to watch him come undone.
“No no nonono,” Kyle says immediately, shaking his head. “Me gusta, mucho, mami. Te amor.” He cradles her head and kisses her gently, nosing against her mouth before he pulls away and using his hands to brace against her shoulders, then her breasts and then her ribs, he carefully sits up, pushing her cock into him until gravity takes care of the rest. Kyle shudders and nearly collapses back over her. He digs his fingers into her ribs instead. “This…this feels…” Kyle takes one of her hands, curling it around his own cock, feeling half-delirious.
Gasping, Kate resists the need to push up into him, letting him take the lead instead, and watches him shiver as he takes it. “Oh god, dios, Kyle,” she murmurs, easing up to wrap her arm around him, to stroke his cock with a firm slide of her palm. “Tell me…you look so fucking gorgeous, caro, I can barely believe it.”
“Hup…” Kyle blinks rapidly, trying to focus on Kate but as he tentatively lifts himself up, he throws his head back and pants at the ceiling. Dios, I love my bedroom, he thinks wildly, and then looks down and Kate and he lowers himself back onto her hips. He’s not moving fast, but it’s really all he can muster. “Bruce Gray,” he says stupidly, then comes closer for a kiss, moaning against her lips. “I feel like a Bruce Gray, I can’t explain it, I just…it’s too much, Kate, you’re so wonderful to me, why are you like this…”
Kate kisses him back, moving a little herself, not enough to overwhelm him but enough to do something for her physically. She doesn’t get the reference initially, then understands, swirls and edges and twists of color making sense in her mind suddenly with a shift of his hips, and she nods, thumb slipping against the head of his cock. “Te amo, quiero que seas feliz,” she murmurs against his mouth. “Quiero que sepas lo bien que se puede sentir.”
Kyle pauses and waits for her to rearrange herself, grateful for the break. It is so easy for him to get overwhelmed and the words Kate whispers against his kissing lips almost exceed his turn-on quota. “Quiero hacerte feliz demasiado, carina,” Kyle says, his teeth gritting and he’s not sure why. He sits up again, watching her from a haze of her pleasuring herself and him and back again. He moves just a bit faster, just so she can feel it too. “I can’t hold on much longer, Kate, I need to, I need…”
Kate whimpers a little, as him moving, sitting up, presses the edge where the strapon meets the harness into her clit, and she strokes him harder. Her heart aches, she feels amazing and desperate and wound far too tight all at once. “Just do it, Kyle dulce, don’t let me stop you, venido por mi, I want to see it.”
Kyle smiles back at her, rocking and stroking her face, drawing his hands down her neck and swirling around her breasts, then back up again. He relaxes considerably, then opens his eyes and looks down. Half of the excitement comes from the visual, and watching what Kate is doing to him right now, with her hands and her hips driving into him now. “Si, sisisi…ahhh!” he hisses and he has to arch his back, as he comes, only realizing then that he never bothered to wear anything, and the semen lands all against Kate’s fevered skin. It’s, quite frankly, a porn sight to see; and Kyle gasps, marvelling at Kate writhing underneath him, and bringing herself to her own climax. “Mi hermosa…”
In perfect honesty, Kate doesn’t mind, she’d definitely had come on her before and definitely far less pleasantly or sexily (in her opinion) than this. If anything, the heat of it and the fact that Kyle’s letting go, is uninhibited and free, turns her on even more, brings her close and then to the edge not long after he’s done. Her hips can’t decide how to move, to grind down into the bed or up into him, and it’s a relief when she feels her body turning the corner, letting herself go with a low and desperate moan.
Kyle feeling spent, he stays on her and watches, rubbing his hands along her skin as she gets herself off. He still wasn’t quite sure what she got out of all of this, other than just being…incredibly wonderful to him. Her eyebrows knit and her nostrils flare as she comes, shivering and shuddering under him with such an intensity, it quivers her cock into him and he has to slide off before it all starts up again. Kyle carefully stretches himself out at her side, not being able to keep his eyes off her as she rides it out and moans. He can’t resist that, and comes closer to kiss her, swallowing the tail end of her moan into his throat. “Mmm. Kate. Kate….Kate.”
“Madre di dios, Kyle,” Kate murmurs, stretching against him and enjoying how the hard warmth of the cock feels with each aftershock. “I’m hoping that was good for you, querido.” She realizes, now, that she needs to not be so startled at how intimate it was, still is, and dios, how much she wants to do it again.
Seeing Kate settling in, Kyle pulls himself even closer, wincing a bit, forgetting he should handle things a little gingerly until he got his ring back on. “It was amazing, carina, it was…well I think even Alex would agree with me that it was, like…seriously an improvement from when her and I tried it, ahaa. I didn’t know it could…feel..so, um. Good. But now I know, thanks to you, mami.” Kyle nuzzles against her neck. “You are so amazing, Kate. So’mazin…”
Kate, finally getting it back together, eases the condom backwards off her cock, tying it off and putting it aside before turning and lying up against him, one leg over his. “Señor Rayner is too kind,” she replies, laughing softly, stroking fingertips against his hip. “You’re so damn beautiful…and god, if that’s how you move, I wish this was really part of me, because…mierda.”
“Queeeeee?” Kyle laughs into her shoulder, suddenly feeling a little pleasantly confused. “I didn’t do anything, just…I just. I dunno. You’re the beautiful one, Kate. I like seeing you get what you want, mmmm. Also? I’m feeling, like…soooo much better now that we’ve tangoed. It’s been a helluva long time.” Kyle pushes her dark brown hair off her face, nosing against her cheek and kissing her softly. ”No better cure for anxiety than sex, huh?”
Kate leans in, kisses him slowly, then touches his cheek. “Dios, yeah…and after a dry spell…” She pauses for a moment, then crooks a brow at him. “So that’s what you weren’t telling me about? Kyle…” She reaches back between her legs to undo the harness, though easing the strapon out of her makes her bite her lip. “Are you going to explain, chico, or do I have to get all Ms Spencer on your culo?” Actually, considering she’s just pretty well screwed said body part, the threat probably isn’t as solid as she anticipated.
“Hey?” Kyle leans back, watching her remove the contraption. He reaches down and pets at one of the straps. “Explain what? I’m just, I mean. Just been having these moments…you know. Anxiety, you know. It’s not a big deal, it happens sometimes, when stuff happens, y’know. In my life.” Kyle leans closer to her, deciding to wrap an arm around her chest, getting close to her warmth.
“Hermano, if it’s hurting you, you shouldn’t just…grin and bear it.” Kate bites her lip, shifting her thighs against each other, because she’s had that in her for hours now, and the loss is a change. “What kind of stuff? Hal stuff? The whole Eden Corps thing?”
“I don’t know,” Kyle answers honestly, and slides his hands down to cup along her moving thighs. ”I don’t know, I…it’s hard to think about, so I don’t. I don’t know.”
“Ese, you just…that won’t make it go away.” Kate leans in, kisses his neck, but not enough to actually distract him. She’s good enough at judging the amount of care needed to do it. “You know you can talk to me, and I’ll try to help you figure it out.” Unless it’s about her.
“Things’ll work out,” Kyle says softly into her skin, and holds her tighter compulsively. “You just being here with me, it helps. I’m not kidding or trying to be nice, it does help, carina. You always know how to keep me calm…even when we’re, like having fun…trying new things…it’s just. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, and Kate?” He moves his head and looks up at her. “I don’t really want to find out why, I just want it to ride itself out. And it will. It will.”
Kate meets his eyes, then inhales, nodding slowly on the exhale. “Okay. Okay, ese. We don’t have to talk about it, I just…I just don’t want you to hurt. I meant what I said, back then, when we were…”
Kyle dips his head against hers gently, a few times as she speaks. He just likes to nudge at her. “I…Guy found out, about Hal and me. He…didn’t take it well. I don’t even really know why, like. He just seemed so upset and,” Kyle sits up a bit. “Like he was…angry. Dios, it’s not like I was trying to hide it or anything, but I wasn’t going to say anything without you know, like. I mean *I* don’t even really know where it was, where it’s going, me and Hal. I don’t know! And then Guy’s just…he’s acting weird and he’s so damn broody now. I don’t know. I told him I just need to figure it all out and gah. It was so embarrassing, I feel like I blocked half the conversation out.”
It hasn’t escaped Kate that Kyle, despite saying he didn’t want to talk about it, is now talking about it, but she manages to suppress any smile. “I can’t really blame you for doing that, though. It sounds like Guy…It sounds like it’s less you that needs to figure it out and more like Guy does.”
She strokes his hip with her fingertips, thinking for a moment. “I mean, yeah, you don’t know where you and Hal is going. But that’s sort of how relationships work. Whereas Guy…I think he might have feelings he’s not understanding, you know?”
“Mmmmm I know I gotta just figure it out…” Kyle calms after his rant, running his fingers along Kate’s bottom lip. “And I told Guy, I told him I just needed to talk to you, sort it out with my friends, and he…dios he wanted me to go see Dr Khat. About /this/. It seemed so…like why does he think I’m loco? Jesus, I’m not crazy, I just need to figure things out, feh.” He pauses, and then frowns at her. “Feelings he’s not understanding? Do you mean like…” Kyle licks his lips and hesitates. “I mean I know he’s not always on the best terms with Hal, maybe he’s pissed off at him? I don’t really get why, though…”
Kate is now trying to figure out who exactly Hal is jealous of, though she’s seen this before, with cops and their partners. “If you’re having anxiety, maybe it’d be good to talk to Dr. Khat for some strategies…” Kate shrugs one shoulder. “Not crazy, just so you have something to fall back on, si? and as for Guy? I have no. idea. I mean, he’s all like, I’M STRAIGHT, I’M STRAIGHT, sabes. So I don’t know if it’s being angry that it’s Hal, or being afraid he’ll lose his partnership bond with you, or if he…” She doesn’t finish that last sentence, not wanting Kyle to freak.
“No, I’m not going to talk to a doctor about this, I’m fine,” Kyle says, a slight stubborn tone creeping into his voice. “It’s not like this is anything new, I get it all the time, so…” Kyle thinks about the rest of what she was saying. “He said…” Kyle says slowly. “He’s probably just…I mean, anytime it seems like I might be ‘siding with’ - please note my air quotes - someone else, he assumes I’m going to leave him, betray him, whatever. It’s…it’s a thing with him. I guess I just need to figure out again, how to convince him again, that I have no intention of leaving him. Again. Lo siento, do I sound sick of this shit?”
“Bien, bien,” Kate says, stroking his hip with her fingertips. If he doesn’t want to…well, it isn’t at the point where she would even want to try and push him. Instead, she leans in and kisses his forehead. “I stand by my earlier point. Sounds like Guy’s the one who would benefit from more sessions with Dr. Khat. I’m thinking someone’s betrayed him before…”
“Ay. Esto no es saludable,” she notes, after a moment or two of thought. “Todos vamos a volver loco.”
“Yes…yeah! He should go to Dr Khat. He’s the one who suggested the couples counselling after all. And our meditation. Hmm…I guess he’s more into helping us out than I thought.” Kyle sighs. “I really should catch him a break, I should.” He adds wryly, “Ya estamos locos, chica.”
“You need to ask him what he’s so scared of. Why he thinks you of all people would do that, si? I mean, you’re…you’re Kyle, you’d never.”
“Heh…’I’m Kyle’…right. Sometimes I think that’s the problem for him. I’m a Kyle he doesn’t think he knows anymore.”
Kate thinks it’s probably too bad they can’t screw. It might actually help, in this case. “It’s probably not good that Hal’s solution to the issue is the same as yours, caro—the whole getting the hell out of Dodge thing might not be the best plan.”
“It’s what we Lanterns do best…avoiding things I mean. Till it all kinda comes to a head. All of us - me, Hal, Guy and John. In different ways, but…when you just can’t face it, you know. Just fly away, let the Guardians order you around for a while so you don’t have to think. Kinda culty, now that I’m explaining it to a non Lantern..hn.”
“Ninguna mierda,” Kate murmurs, stretching out and wiping her hand off on a tissue before turning back to Kyle. “Just…Kyle. I’m sorry they can’t figure themselves out. You deserve to have a better situation if you’re finding happiness, okay?”
“I don’t know…” Kyle says and for a moment he just sounds tired, and wistfully sad. “Sometimes it’s just difficult to know how to make…how to keep people happy with me. Or…I guess how to let them know that they mean…like. So much to me. Or…something. Dios this all just got depressing really fast.”
“If it helps,” Kate says with a soft smile, “I’m clear on what I mean to you. You’ve been pretty good at saying it. claro. And it doesn’t always get easier, especially with people who’re emotionally…screwed up a little.”
“Well…if we’re gonna be honest here, sometimes I do, I mean, I /have/ thought about you, like. If you and me could’ve ever…it’s crossed my mind, like. I’ve imagined…asking you to make it something more. But I’m glad I didn’t.” Kyle smiles back at her, looking more bright eyed. “If only because…I dunno. I don’t want to say it wouldn’t be honorable, but, it’s more, like…it wouldn’t be…polite? It would make things awkward and I still stand by what we talked about earlier. I’d make a helluva sucky novio for you, ahaha. But you know. Fantasies when you’re lonely…”
Kate looks back at him, her skin darkening faintly. “Kyle, it’s not like I hadn’t figured that out,” she said, trying to figure out how she was going to say what she had to say. “And you’re more than just a screw for being lonely, you know that.” She pauses to collect her thoughts. “I just…” She inhales, slowly. “If things were different, I probably could fall for you. Would fall in love with you, and fuck…it’d be pretty damn epic. But here and now…”
Kyle listens carefully as she talks until towards the end, when a slow smile spreads across his face. He takes her face in both hands and kisses her with a renewed enthusiasm. “Dammit Kate, how do you say everything right.” He leans his forehead against hers, kissing her now and then. “I needed to hear that, I…I think they same way, I think we’re an awesome what if. Well, a what if who can continue what we’re doing now and…haha…” Kyle pushed against her again, and lay back, pulling Kate onto him and running his fingers along her back. “Mmm. Somos magnifico.”
Kate isn’t under the impression that she’d said it right at all, with all the ums and wells and buts. But hey, if that’s Kyle’s take on it, it’s okay, and she settles down on top of him, straddling him, resisting the urge to press her hips into his. “Si, definitely a damn good what if. But ese…if Hal doesn’t want me to…if he wants me to leave you alone, I will. I mean, I don’t want to mess with what you have.”
He snorts. “It would be pretty hypocritical of him to ask for something else more…exclusive on my part, wouldn’t it? No nono, that’s not going to happen. He out and out told me right from the get-go that him and Queen, that they were soulmates. I was kind of glad to hear it, him tell me that. Like, it was like. Okay then: you’re soulmates. So that means I’m something else, but.” Kyle sighs and looks idly at his mural, stroking through Kate’s silky hair. “But that’s okay, because at least I know one thing I’m not? Hm. Does that make sense?” Before she can answer, Kyle has to ask, “I mean, I think the bigger question is…what about Queen?”
Kate tries not to wince, a little, because it’s hard not to when someone comes and says ‘sorry, this is what we ain’t’ to a friend, even with the best intentions. “What do you mean, what about Ollie?” she asks. “No one’s asking you to fall for him, that’s for sure, querido. Not that I could picture that.”
“Uggggg, as if!” Kyle laughs at the idea and then groans again. “No, no no, I mean. I mean I kinda…shoe-horned into his life. Again. Both ways. I think I have a tendency to do that, ever since I was the new kid on the block. He never wanted me around and now I’m…well.” Kyle kisses her pink-dark nose. “You guys talk about that?” He figures they have, since, well. They weren’t the Dick-Wally-Roy trifecta or anything.
“Ollie and I? A little. He’s not upset. Bemused, maybe.” Kate stretches against him, doesn’t bother resisting a shift down against his pelvis, leaving a streak of wet as she does. “If anything, he’s realizing maybe you’re more than what he anticipated, if Hal and I both care about you so damn much.”
Kyle licks his lips, and touches at the wetness she’d left, revelling in it. His expression softens a bit. “It’s still hard to believe, I…well. You and me, we just kind of fell into it, sorta kinda like mutual attraction and then what the hell, let’s go for it kinda thing, si? It just kinda made sense to…feel each other. Hal…Hal was like…being punched in the face. Hitting an invisible wall. Walking along and you realize there’s suddenly no ground under you. I…I wasn’t expecting it. I think that’s kind of why I’m getting these anxiety attacks.” He sighs. “I…poor Ollie. I can only imagine how it felt for him.”
“Si, but it was a long time ago for them, you know. Though I guess, then realizing it again, maybe that was…” Kate blushes, a little. “To be honest? it was a little like that, me and Ollie, for me anyway. I mean yeah, falling into bed, but neither of us expected it to be that kind of thing.”
Kyle grins at her. “It’s kinda like…the best and worst feeling ever, huh? Suddenly realizing you’re somehow on a path with someone, and like. There’s no turning back.” Kyle is about to add something else to that, about himself and Kate, but he bites it off. Instead, he just holds her tighter.
Kate looks at him, cocking her head slightly as he opens his mouth, then closes it again. Her brow furrows, letting him know she’s noticed, but she doesn’t say anything exactly, only shifting against him a little more. “It’s pretty damn scary, I’ll give you that.”
“It really is. But you and Ollie got through it and now you’re perfecto together, so. So….so.” He sighs again, just a little wistful this time. For a moment it’s like he’s having an internal dialogue with himself, and comes to a certain conclusion. “Anyway. Are you happy, things the way they are right now?”
“Yeah,” she says, though she’s giving him a worried look. “I seriously am, but Kyle…tell me what you’re thinking, cariño.”
Kyle looks up at the ceiling. “I dunno if I can tell you, carina. Not that it’s all that bad, it’s just…if I say it, you might hear it wrong, like. Like I’m being, melodramatic or something.”
Kate laughs softly, snorts even softer. “Then you can tell me that I’m wrong. Promise.”
“I…” swallows hard, then looks at her wryly. “I dunno if you know this, but I kinda love…well. Love. I love relationships and being in love, the whole shebang. I love…I love…well I used to love being in a relationship. Um. ONE relationship, with one person, sabes? I mean, you and I, we talked about this, when I was trying to figure out the whole ‘maybe I like guys too thing. But…it always went wrong, my relationships…” Kyle grips her a bit tighter. “With Alex and she…and Donna, when she…and Jennie…and m…and…” Kyle scratches at his mouth.
“For a long time, it just felt…safer to be alone. Working with Guy, on Oa, doing work. I missed being in love, but…I was…it was better off that I didn’t. Like. Get in one.” He looks sideways at Kate. “That why, I figure this works. And Hal…it works. Aaaand this is where you’re gonna say I’m an idiota, but I don’t care how superstitious it sounds, this is better. Para mí. Y para mi novia, novio, whatever.”
Kate is pretty sure Kyle would benefit from therapy, but doesn’t say that. Instead, she bends down and kisses him, strokes his cheek. “Okay, ese. If that’s how it works for you.”
He watches her carefully for a moment, as she kisses him. “Si? You’re okay with it, si? You don’t think I sound silly?”
Kate looks at him, considered what to say. “I think it’s not the best way to look at things? But I can see why you would. And why you’d want to avoid it, sabes. So…I hope you’ll maybe get it figured out eventually, but in the meantime if this works, then that’s okay.”
Kyle relaxes and pushes her hair back from her face, a little hard. “Okay. Gracias, mami. I’m okay with that. And I /can/ live with this, I can.” He nestles down against her. “I love you so much.”
Kate strokes his cheek once more, then kisses him gently. “Te amo, ese. Just so you know it.”
“…Kyle, why would you want rum AND Malibu in a drink?”
.”..well aren’t they kind of the same thing? Except one is more nasty and sweet? But I only put like a tiiiiiny biit.”
Kate raises an eyebrow. “Ese, are you tipsy?”
“Oh yeah,” Kyle nods fervently. “Got started without you, lo siento. They can’t charge me for flying-while-tipsy, hehhhh.” He throws his arms around Kate, but gingerly just in case.
Kate leans into him, grinning. “Right, pour me one of those.”
Kyle thumbs up and goes to make one, generous on the rum. As he does, he asks, “How’s El Hombre?”
“Which?”
He smirks as he dots the drink with Angostura. “The damsel in distress one.”
“He’s doing okay. Not 100%, but…well, I think killing the fucker was subconsciously cathartic.”
Kyle pauses while stirring, but careful not to look at her. “There was a death? Geez.” He comes around and gives her the drink. “Drink first. Salud to being alive and saving the world again. Or really just, the League’s collective culos, si?”
Kate drinks up with a big gulp, eyes widening at the strength of it. “Salud. Kyle, there were a LOT of deaths.” She is about to say more, but instead Kyle surges forward and stops her with a kiss. Kate is startled by the kiss, but doesn’t pull away. She touches his cheek instead. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Kyle breathes against her hair. “I’m so glad…we were busy, I mean. In space, but once it was all over, all I wanted to do was come back to this, and…” He sighs slowly and smiles, nuzzling. “I almost got my voice knocked out. It was a near-tragedy, I tell you.”
She eases away but only so she can take a sip or two from her drink. “How do you get your voice knocked out?” she asks, and wraps her arm around his shoulders.
Kyle leans in happily and flaps his hand. “Ahhh you know the usual. Killer robots, hundreds. Millones, really. We were almost outnumbered, if it wasn’t for the SeRVE people disabling the bombs and the robots from the inside. Teamwork, right?”
“I’m really pleased they were able to help. Not only because…well, the obvious, but because it’s good for them. And…admittedly…the program.”
“I know, right? That’s exactly what I thought, I mean. They’ve done nada since being in the program than prove themselves super-trustyworthy. I felt anyway. I believed in them, and they were the real heroes in the end. Even with the Watchtower all chingadera’d, still better than no Watchtower at all.”
“It’s probably better for some of us to be planetside. Well, those of us who’ve got a place here.” Kate slurps some more of her drink, feeling it hit her blood very pleasantly.
Kyle gulps more of his own drink. “Okay, so. Fill me in, que onda, Kate. I wanna hear you talk about stuff. And I don’t mean just a sitrep, amiga.”
“So what kind of stuff?” she laughs. “The Dodgers?”
Kyle grins. “Cute. Tell me how you’re feeeeeling.”
“Okaaaaay, feeling about what?” She takes another slurp of her drink. “I’m tired, mostly. I’m feeling a little strung out, still, recovering from feeling crappy and worried for so long.” Kate looks down into the drink. “This is seriously hardcore.”
“You still mad? I mean at…y’know. Ollie for pulling that whole running away stuff. Frankly, I’m /still/ trying to piece together all the pieces of this loco puzzle.”
“I’m irritated with him, a little. But after what happened, I don’t have the energy to be angry, I don’t think.” Kate cocks her head, and lifts a brow at him. “You’re asking all about me, which means you’re being avoidant.”
Kyle is shocked. Or at least - he pretends to be. “That’s not true! It means I care! I’m curious. I’m concerned for you, Kate.”
“I know, ese, but I expect to hear about you too, chico.” She takes a breath. “Look, you wanna know the truth?”
“Of course.” Kyle says, eying her curiously.
“I’m exhausted, I’m worried about my friends and family…and, dios, this sounds so bad…I’m frustrated, because it’s been basically a month long dry spell for me and I can’t exactly ask my partner who’s recovering from serious trauma to assist.”
Kyle regards for her a while, then kisses her again, pulling her off the barstool.
Kissing back, Kate then pulls away and laughs. “I wasn’t trying to hint!”
Kyle grins. “No but it’s pretty much all I can think of right now, Kate. Although I admit I /was/ having a crisis of conscience, what with Senor Queen all convalescing and stuff.”
“Conscience? Why, because Ollie’s hurt?”
“Well…yeah.” Kyle leans back to look at her. “I mean…dontcha think?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean…it doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t feel. Hell, I’d bet money Ollie has about ten itches he can’t scratch at the moment.”
Kyle looks her down and then up, rubbing her arms and then finally smiling apologetically. “Sorry. I’m just a little…lost when it comes to…ah…etiquette? I’m so much more used to, you know. One-to-one relationship dynamics, I don’t, um…wanna step on Ollie’s toes any more than…I…think I have. Specially with him being all recovery and all. Oh man, this all sounded so much more reasonable in my head….”
“Kyle, he and I aren’t exclusive, not even him and Hal and me exclusive. Don’t think we ever will be. And I can make my own calls on this, cariño…if he were upset, I’d know, because he wouldn’t be quiet about it.”
“I get it, I do. Open relationship, right. I just thought…mmnnn.” Kyle twists his mouth from side to side. “Man this is weird, I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say. Is this one of those situations where I can just trust you and not think about it anymore?” He pauses, then adds, “Because I really /really/ want you, right now.”
“I think in this case you can trust me. I’m just telling you how I’m seeing it. With anyone else…I don’t know. But with me, yeah.” She picks up her drink and finishes it. “That’s good, by the way, because damn, I want to screw you into the mattress.”
Kyle hums a sigh at her words, and drains his drink. He picks her up and kisses her. “Any woundy-hurt spots I should try to avoid?” he asks as he carries her to the bedroom, kissing her face.
“’m pretty much okay. Lungs aren’t 100% still, but that doesn’t really matter. “ She leans into him, then drags a fingernail sharply down his jaw. “You never did say what’s up with you. Don’t think I forgot about it, ese.”
Kyle lowers her onto the bed and perches over her, kissing her collarbone and then sitting back to get his t-shirt off. “I’m fine, mamiiii!” He grins at her. “You’re here now, right? That’s what matters.”
Kate gives him that ‘I Am Not Buying This’ look. “So if I said I was wearing a strapon under my clothes, you wouldn’t freak out at all.”
“AHAHA WHAT. “ He bends down to kiss her, then pauses. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re just trying to egg me.”
Kate lifts a brow at him, and smirks.
Kyle rucks her shirt up, pressing his nose against hers. “You’re so mean to me, you know that?”
“Is that a problem?” She presses her hips up against him a little so he can feel that she wasn’t kidding. “We don’t have to play that way, but it felt good to wear this again.”
Kyle laughs a little and looks down in surprise, then back up at her. “Dios mio…Kate you’re not mean to me at all, I take that back.” He reaches down to feel between her legs, completely fascinated.
Kate bites her lower lip and presses her hips up further, enjoying the pressure. “Oh, come on, I’m a little mean.”
“Ahaaaaaa well for springing this on me, mayyybe un poco mean. But. “ He looks at her, a little feverish. ”Hal will wanna, like. Do it. Have sex. And I want a refresher course. And you’re kind of amazing like this.” He undoes her trousers, slipping his hand under. “Wow….this is…so different…”
Kate doesn’t say that that was sort of why she did it…because she is sneaky. Instead, she grits her teeth, breath catching a little, almost as if the silicone were actually a part of her. “Bad different?”
“Oh no no noooo, just, heh. “ He grins sheepishly. “First and last time I tried this, Alex used, well. My lantern talents. I never…” he sits back again, pushing her top and bra up over her breasts, and her trousers down under her hips and surveys her, drawing in a sharp whistle. “It’s seriously caliente, Kate. You always look amazing, but…”
She shifts her hips and shoulders to free herself a little more from clothes. “See, I didn’t even think of shopping at the Green Light sex shop. Clearly I’m not creative enough.” Kate sits up to take off her shirt, undo her bra.
Kyle eagerly helps her, and then rolls to the side to divest himself of his jeans. He motions for her and pulls her over so she can straddle him. “Ahhh that’s okay, she thought it was all new and cool beans. It’s all old hat for you, Manhunter.” He smirks up at her, rubbing her sides and reaching up, rolling her nipples.
Kate grits her teeth, clenching around her side of the strapon as she grinds down against him. “It’s not like I’ve done it on a regular basis, Green Lantern Rayner. Should I tell you to drop and spread them?”
Kyle throws back his head, half to laugh and half to gasp as she ground down. “I don’t know! We can figure it out together. No one I’d rather do this with, anyway,” He pulls her down so he can kiss her, lingering on the feel of her lips and teeth against his own. ”So when was the last time? Didn’t you say there were other…ah…necessities?”
“Lube? Check my purse.” she grins cheekily at him, trying not to blush when he notes there’s no one else he’d rather be with for this, and nips his lower lip in revenge for making her slightly flustered. Kate drags her nails down Kyle’s chest, toes curling against the bed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, cariño. I’m going to make you beg for more.”
Kyle sits himself up, holding her in place by her hip. He can’t stop looking at her, and the fire in her eyes. He grins. “And here you were just playing all coy-like downstairs. Kaaaaaate,” He uses his ring to pull her purse over, catching it and handing it to her. “Your purse, you look. I’ll be busy trying to contain myself.” Kyle bites his lip, then lifts her up a bit to kiss and suck on her breasts.
Kate is so damn horny that just his mouth, teasing her, makes her moan low in her throat. She knows just where the lube is in her purse, and pulls it out, setting it aside, before pulling away to lick a long stripe up his cock, just so he knows who’s the boss here, damn it, as she slicks her fingers.
Kyle draws in his breath sharply, clutching her hair and watching in fascination. “Jesus…okay, what do I do, what’m I supposed to do? Relax I know, but I’m kinda having a hard time doing that. Haaaa no pun intended…christ you are so hot, Kate…”
Kate strokes the fake dick with a long swipe of her hand, then pushes him down further into the bed, parting his legs further with her knee. “You’ve got to tell me if you’re not cool with this, carino. Please.” She strokes fingertips back behind his cock. “It’s less relax and more…uh, well, more ‘don’t freak out’. I’ll take this part slow.”
Kyle covers his mouth with one hand and nods fervently at her as the realization of what’s happening hits him. But it’s Kate. Therefore it is all right. His bucks his hips in reaction to her hand, straining for more touch. “Take it slow. I trust you, Kate. You’re…you. Te amor…”
Kate reaches up and catches his hip with her free hand, stroking it gently as she eases a fingertip inside him and bites her lip at the heat. “Te amo demasiado…come on, easy, Kyle, querido, it’s okay.”
He knows he should have been expecting this, but the feel of her finger still surprises him. He clutches at any part of her that he can, gripping hard at the flesh of her thigh. He takes a deep breath and lifts his hips up more a bit. “Mirame, por favor, mi amor.”
Kate slides her hand up his side a little further as she slips into him, gently. Looking up, she meets his eyes. “Eres tan hermosa. Don’t worry.”
(they get distracted for a little while, but then…)
Kate pushes him back down onto the bed with one hand. “You’re not actually upset, I hope.”
Kyle falls back, hands spread out. “You kidding me? I mean, I could pretend to be, if that’s what you like.” He grins up at her. “Pretending stuff can be fun, after all.”
She drags her clean hand down his chest with a smirk. “Yeah, it can. But I’m the one in charge here, chico, you better just sit back for the ride.”
Hearing her say that makes Kyle moans just a bit. “Oh mami, how the hell do you expect me to do that?” Catches at her hand and pulls it up to suck on her fingers. “I can’t stay still for long, sabes que. Tell me what to do.”
Please, Kate smiles more, slipping her finger deeper into him while he’s not paying so much attention. “Touch me, then. Like any other time we’ve done this, cariño.”
His eyes crinkle in slight pain and he lifts his legs further up and apart, trying to fit around her finger. He holds her hand at his mouth, still kissing and nibbling, while his other hand reaches out between her legs. Smiling up at her, his eyes flash green for a second and Kate feels more than just fingers touching her clit and folds. More like…tentacles. “How’s that?”
She hisses, rocking back and down, worrying her lip with the edges of her teeth as she pauses inside him to let him adjust. “Dios, oh fuck, Kyle…” She finally gets a little more equilibrium and grins at him. “Hentai?”
He rolls his hips against her, looking delighted at first, then wry. “The…the secrets of Ms Kate Spencer revealed. Next you’re gonna tell me you spent the better half of your lawyer school days trolling 4chan…” Pants against her hand and then relaxes against her, the tentacles roving and stroking freely as his fingers tease at her wetness. “Hijole, ay carajo is there anything you not good at?”
Grinning at him, she easily and slowly stroked her finger inside him, momentarily grazing his prostate before easing back, then pressing in again. “Just because I know what it is doesn’t mean I’ve ever had the energy for that, chico…and I don’t think I’m THAT good.” Kate bends down to kiss him for a second, hips jerking a little against his fingers. “Want more, caro?”
Kyle bites her lips when she kisses him, grasping along her arms and down her sides, still shuddering from the feel of her finger grazing along inside him. He nods against her cheek. “Si, me dan más, carina.” The feel of her against his fingers and the plastic of the strap-on between them makes him groan and he kisses her again, hard.
She adds more lube, trying to ease into him as she pulls out, then adds another finger. She shifts, twitching against his fingers, against the tentacles, clenching around the end of the dildo that’s inside her. “You feel okay? You look gorgeous.”
“I feel…” Kyle opens his eyes, searching for words he couldn’t really find. “I feel…like a Magritte.” He laughs loudly, focusing back on her, his eyes widening at the feel of two fingers. “That’s so nice…I forgot how nice that can feel, Kate, mmm…How do you feel?” His hands course over the bruises he’s now seeing on her body. “Dios you fight hard…”
“Magritte?” Kate lifts a brow, then considers it and laughs. Artists. “Not that surreal, I hope…esto es muy real. And…” She’s unable to keep from moving her hips, from pressing against him, even as she focuses on making it good, making this work. “I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me. I heal fast.”
“I like worrying about you,” Kyle tries to move his hips along with hers, craving some sort of steady rhythm between them and he squirms more against her fingers, trying to push against them. “But if you’re gonna be all Wolverine healing factor about it, then I’ll say no more, promise.”
“I’m not saying you can’t worry about me, cariño…just that it’s not as bad as it looks.” Kate notices his movement, and slips her fingers into the rhythm of her hips, though it’s close enough to what she wants to do, what she’s trying to ease him into, that she has to bite her lip. “Y’know, usted es un natural…”
Kyle sucks the fingers of his own free hand for a bit, then reaches up to play with her breasts, wetness trailing across her nipples. “I’m only like this because it’s you, Kate,” he replies honestly, pleased with their movements syncing up. “I trust you so much…” Kyle bites his lip too, reflecting her. “And you might not think you know all that much, but I believe you do. You know a lot, and I…” he smirks. “Well I guess I respond well to that.”
Kate hisses at the touch of wet fingertips against sensitive skin, toes curling once more against the sheets, before bending down to give him a soft light kiss. “It’s that damn older woman thing again,” she says, laughing a little as she crooks her fingers upwards inside him for a moment. “Hey, there’s a stereotype for a reason, sabes.”
Kyle tenses and arches his back in response to her fingers, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He laughs and tries to kiss her back and keep her there, but she’s gone again. “Why’s it such a bad thing? You being older than me? Me gusta…and I thought age shouldn’t matter, Senora Feminista.”
“Not a bad thing,” Kate replies, then eases her fingers back to add a third, very carefully. “Just that experience is nine-tenths of the whole knowledge thing…nor do I mind sleeping with beautiful younger men, I’m just saying…”
“Yyyeahhhh, never been one for the whole book-learning, I prefer experience myse…lll…ohhhh dios that hurts…” Kyle grabs her tighter and pushes against her even more, somehow thinking that would ease the discomfort. As if to retaliate, the tentacles suction on and flick against her.
“Ahhhh….que? /Beautiful/ younger men? Who is this joven and how can I punch him?”
Kate grits her teeth at the suction, which hurts but in a really damn good way, though it also has the side benefit of making her stop right there before she can even consciously decide to, letting him adjust. “I’d say ‘stop hitting yourself’, but it’d be too funny,” she hisses between her teeth. God, the way he’s pushing down against her…no wonder guys find that hot.
Kyle is so amused with himself it almost helps with the pain and he tries to relax a bit more, trying to concentrate on studying her face and her reaction as the tentacles do their thing. “Kaaate,” he huffs, now almost on the border of writhing under her. “You look close to bursting, querida…is…am…am I ready for you, you think?”
“I can hold out a little longer,” Kate murmurs in reply, worrying her teeth, fingers twisting, slipping, ever so slightly inside him. “Don’t want to hurt you, cariño. I want it to be good for you, I want you to like it. And if you come right away, I will personally kill you.”
“nnf…” Kyle frowns and lifts his hips again, then his eye lashes flutter and he squeezes his fingers against one of her nipples, then the other, rolling his hand under her breasts and repeating. “That’s starting to feel better…and you should stop saying such nice things to me if you want me to keep it together. I can get off on just the things you say, y’know. Part of the ‘younger man’ package, heh.”
Kate smiles, easing her fingers back and forth. “Just a little more, I swear. And sometime I’ll have to talk dirty to you, just to see that package in action. Not that I mind the package as it is at the moment.” She bends down and gives his cock a brief lick, easing back to watch her hand move into him. “And I know ways to keep you from losing it. Part of the older woman package.”
“Ooooh,” He tries to bat her away, he’s feeling so overly-sensitized right now, but still…so glad for the feel of her tongue. “I…I mean, we tried dirty talk once, ahah….I wasn’t much good at it, and I kept making Jennie laugh.” He cranes up to watch what she is doing as well. “Hijole, I…you got a lot of fingers…ah…in there…me.”
“You can take it, Kyle, querido…you’re going to need to, to take my cock.” Kate bites her lower lip, then winks at him, before easing her fingers out, pulling away to grab a condom out of her purse. She rolls it down the strapon—makes for infinitely easier cleanup—then strokes it as she applies the lube. “And this isn’t even all that big, you know, all things considered.”
Kyle rolls on the bed a little, groaning. “Nnf, Ms Spencer the things you sayyyy.” He lolls his head to watch her, and starts to breathe faster. “It’s…you’re big enough, mami. Don’t worry about that. What’s it you’ve said? That you and Mia agree on? It’s not the…size…” Kyle grins slowly at the topsy-turvy of this entire situation and reaches out for her, craving to feel her again.
Kate laughs, pressing forwards and easing her hips down, and in, taking it very carefully—slow, yeah, but not so slow as to drag out any pain. “Yeah, but you’ll have to figure out if you like size, personally,” she says, and while god, watching this is hot, it’s not agonizing like it would be if she were…well…fully functional. “Depends on the situation—damn, muy caliente, chico…”
“Stoppppp -” When she pauses he looks up and then shakes his head, “Nonononono keep going, I just mean…don’t make me think about things like…size preffff nggahhhh.” His eyes roll back and his legs scrabble on the bed as he grabs at all parts her, thumbing long, greenish streaks over her skin. “When Alex did this, it was from behind…feels so different like…like…” He opens his eyes and forces himself to look at her, look at how this feels for her. “What’s it like…”
Kate bites her lip, his own pleasure turning her on even more, as she presses in and settles her clean hand on his shoulder, fingernails biting skin. “So damn hot,” she breathes. “Like you’re open to me, like I’m in control, like I want to fuck you until you beg me to let you come.”
Kyle grins helplessly and nudges and nuzzles at her hand needily, before looking back at her. “You are in control, you…” Kyle pulls his hands off of her and tugs his Lantern ring off his finger, tucking it under his pillow. The green seeps out of his eyes and he licks his lips, his hands settling back on her hips as she rolls them. “Jesus Kate, you are so fucking hot when you fuck me…Yo quiero más…” He huffs, twice. “Hoooooooooboy. Is this really happening? Just…to make sure…”
“Si, ese,” Kate murmurs, shifting her hips with a slow roll to ease further into him. She’s not sure why he’s taken off his ring, but it’s all right, as long as he’s still there with her as she moves. “Just tell me how fast to go, you want more, desea más, querido?”
“Go slow,” Kyle gulps immediately. “I want more, just…slowly. Por favor.” He tacks on at the end and then smiles up at her again, his eyes lit up and slightly glistening. He can feel the Lantern protective energies fade off of him, and everything suddenly feels more raw and real and, well. Just Kyle. He wants to be just Kyle with her. He grabs onto her waist, trying to move as if he’s fucking Kate but that sends him for a shock and he barks out a laugh. “Oh ahhhh now I get why you want me to stay put, hijole de puta!”
“Yeah, slow…” Kate reaches up with her clean hand, strokes his cheek, then starts laughing when he moves, finding it funny as hell, even though she can’t stop moving entirely, doesn’t want to as long as he’s okay. “And si, don’t do that…wrap your legs around me, draw me in, sabes?”
Kyle twists his mouth at her. “I don’t think I’m that flexible…” Still, it’s worth a try because he likes the idea of pulling her in more. He gets as far as pulling his legs up, resting his heels slowly against the sides of her hips. “¿Así?” he gasps, as the new position and tilt of his own hips makes him clutch her tighter. “Que la chingada, that feels…” Kyle tries to move his legs more but he can’t. Instead he just laughs, moving his hands to her face and kissing her. “Ayyyyy, no /wonder/ people like Dick Grayson so much.”
“Not that I’ve ever topped Dick…and that’s not for lack of interest, okay.” Kate laughed again, kissing him back and starting to give him a little more, the arc of his hips shifting the strapon inside her and making her gasp as well. “Ay, dios, Kyle, like that.”
Kyle laughs and hups a bit as she pushes in. “Well at least he’d know what he was doing,” Kyle slides his hands over her back, holding onto the nape of her neck. “You like how that feels too? Because dios, mami it feels good on this side, ayy.” Kyle’s legs strain to stay up, and he marvels at how women are able to keep their legs high in the sky for long amounts of time, while being fucked. He pulls Kate closer to him, kissing her again, worrying at her lip whenever he feels a jolt of pain.
“Just the right angle…” Kate considers pulling his knees over her shoulders, then decides it’d be waaay too much for his first time. Instead, she eases back and out, smiling slowly as she gets another idea. “Come on,” she says, rolling over onto her back, hips working, twitching, just a little, without him. “You get to be in charge for a minute.”
Kyle looks over at her, then sits up, wincing just slightly. “Cowgirl? Or..oh I guess in this case, cowboy, huh?” He rolls himself over onto her and rests there for a bit, stroking and kissing at her breasts before carefully sitting up. He looks down between her legs, and strokes her thighs, fascinated. “How does it work, anyway? For you, I mean.”
Kate watches him, smiles slowly at him moving. “Usually…it doesn’t, for women, except psychologically. I happened to get the, uh, double sided one.” She might be blushing a little.
He looks up at Kate for a moment, then moves his hand to get a better feel. “Ah haaaa, Kate. And I was kind of wondering back there…you sure spared no expense, huh?” He pulls his hand away, sucking her wetness off his fingers as he slowly figures it out. “That’s so hot, so like. When you’re fucking me…you’re fucking yourself too! Jeeeezus, carina.”
“Hey, it’s not as if I can’t get some use out of it on my own,” Kate points out with a faint smirk, pressing up against his hand and clenching around the side that’s inside her, the cock outside jerking faintly. “That’s why I like it so damn much, being in you. Dios…Kyle…”
“Si, okay,” Kyle takes that as his cue. “I’ll get right on that.” He pauses, trying to figure out the best way to go for a ride. He carefully straddles and leans forward, biting at his lip as he tries to find the tip of Kate’s cock to match up to him. “This feels so loco…ah! Ah, si…” He looks at her pleadingly, a little hesitant to push it into himself. “Can you, ah…do the honors?”
“Sorry,” Kate says blushing faintly, not wanting to seem excessively eager, but then presses upwards, slowly, with an easy shift of her hips, her hands moving to his own to hold him, reassure him. “We can stop, you know,” she says, meeting his eyes because she needs to see him, needs to know he’s okay, needs to watch him come undone.
“No no nonono,” Kyle says immediately, shaking his head. “Me gusta, mucho, mami. Te amor.” He cradles her head and kisses her gently, nosing against her mouth before he pulls away and using his hands to brace against her shoulders, then her breasts and then her ribs, he carefully sits up, pushing her cock into him until gravity takes care of the rest. Kyle shudders and nearly collapses back over her. He digs his fingers into her ribs instead. “This…this feels…” Kyle takes one of her hands, curling it around his own cock, feeling half-delirious.
Gasping, Kate resists the need to push up into him, letting him take the lead instead, and watches him shiver as he takes it. “Oh god, dios, Kyle,” she murmurs, easing up to wrap her arm around him, to stroke his cock with a firm slide of her palm. “Tell me…you look so fucking gorgeous, caro, I can barely believe it.”
“Hup…” Kyle blinks rapidly, trying to focus on Kate but as he tentatively lifts himself up, he throws his head back and pants at the ceiling. Dios, I love my bedroom, he thinks wildly, and then looks down and Kate and he lowers himself back onto her hips. He’s not moving fast, but it’s really all he can muster. “Bruce Gray,” he says stupidly, then comes closer for a kiss, moaning against her lips. “I feel like a Bruce Gray, I can’t explain it, I just…it’s too much, Kate, you’re so wonderful to me, why are you like this…”
Kate kisses him back, moving a little herself, not enough to overwhelm him but enough to do something for her physically. She doesn’t get the reference initially, then understands, swirls and edges and twists of color making sense in her mind suddenly with a shift of his hips, and she nods, thumb slipping against the head of his cock. “Te amo, quiero que seas feliz,” she murmurs against his mouth. “Quiero que sepas lo bien que se puede sentir.”
Kyle pauses and waits for her to rearrange herself, grateful for the break. It is so easy for him to get overwhelmed and the words Kate whispers against his kissing lips almost exceed his turn-on quota. “Quiero hacerte feliz demasiado, carina,” Kyle says, his teeth gritting and he’s not sure why. He sits up again, watching her from a haze of her pleasuring herself and him and back again. He moves just a bit faster, just so she can feel it too. “I can’t hold on much longer, Kate, I need to, I need…”
Kate whimpers a little, as him moving, sitting up, presses the edge where the strapon meets the harness into her clit, and she strokes him harder. Her heart aches, she feels amazing and desperate and wound far too tight all at once. “Just do it, Kyle dulce, don’t let me stop you, venido por mi, I want to see it.”
Kyle smiles back at her, rocking and stroking her face, drawing his hands down her neck and swirling around her breasts, then back up again. He relaxes considerably, then opens his eyes and looks down. Half of the excitement comes from the visual, and watching what Kate is doing to him right now, with her hands and her hips driving into him now. “Si, sisisi…ahhh!” he hisses and he has to arch his back, as he comes, only realizing then that he never bothered to wear anything, and the semen lands all against Kate’s fevered skin. It’s, quite frankly, a porn sight to see; and Kyle gasps, marvelling at Kate writhing underneath him, and bringing herself to her own climax. “Mi hermosa…”
In perfect honesty, Kate doesn’t mind, she’d definitely had come on her before and definitely far less pleasantly or sexily (in her opinion) than this. If anything, the heat of it and the fact that Kyle’s letting go, is uninhibited and free, turns her on even more, brings her close and then to the edge not long after he’s done. Her hips can’t decide how to move, to grind down into the bed or up into him, and it’s a relief when she feels her body turning the corner, letting herself go with a low and desperate moan.
Kyle feeling spent, he stays on her and watches, rubbing his hands along her skin as she gets herself off. He still wasn’t quite sure what she got out of all of this, other than just being…incredibly wonderful to him. Her eyebrows knit and her nostrils flare as she comes, shivering and shuddering under him with such an intensity, it quivers her cock into him and he has to slide off before it all starts up again. Kyle carefully stretches himself out at her side, not being able to keep his eyes off her as she rides it out and moans. He can’t resist that, and comes closer to kiss her, swallowing the tail end of her moan into his throat. “Mmm. Kate. Kate….Kate.”
“Madre di dios, Kyle,” Kate murmurs, stretching against him and enjoying how the hard warmth of the cock feels with each aftershock. “I’m hoping that was good for you, querido.” She realizes, now, that she needs to not be so startled at how intimate it was, still is, and dios, how much she wants to do it again.
Seeing Kate settling in, Kyle pulls himself even closer, wincing a bit, forgetting he should handle things a little gingerly until he got his ring back on. “It was amazing, carina, it was…well I think even Alex would agree with me that it was, like…seriously an improvement from when her and I tried it, ahaa. I didn’t know it could…feel..so, um. Good. But now I know, thanks to you, mami.” Kyle nuzzles against her neck. “You are so amazing, Kate. So’mazin…”
Kate, finally getting it back together, eases the condom backwards off her cock, tying it off and putting it aside before turning and lying up against him, one leg over his. “Señor Rayner is too kind,” she replies, laughing softly, stroking fingertips against his hip. “You’re so damn beautiful…and god, if that’s how you move, I wish this was really part of me, because…mierda.”
“Queeeeee?” Kyle laughs into her shoulder, suddenly feeling a little pleasantly confused. “I didn’t do anything, just…I just. I dunno. You’re the beautiful one, Kate. I like seeing you get what you want, mmmm. Also? I’m feeling, like…soooo much better now that we’ve tangoed. It’s been a helluva long time.” Kyle pushes her dark brown hair off her face, nosing against her cheek and kissing her softly. ”No better cure for anxiety than sex, huh?”
Kate leans in, kisses him slowly, then touches his cheek. “Dios, yeah…and after a dry spell…” She pauses for a moment, then crooks a brow at him. “So that’s what you weren’t telling me about? Kyle…” She reaches back between her legs to undo the harness, though easing the strapon out of her makes her bite her lip. “Are you going to explain, chico, or do I have to get all Ms Spencer on your culo?” Actually, considering she’s just pretty well screwed said body part, the threat probably isn’t as solid as she anticipated.
“Hey?” Kyle leans back, watching her remove the contraption. He reaches down and pets at one of the straps. “Explain what? I’m just, I mean. Just been having these moments…you know. Anxiety, you know. It’s not a big deal, it happens sometimes, when stuff happens, y’know. In my life.” Kyle leans closer to her, deciding to wrap an arm around her chest, getting close to her warmth.
“Hermano, if it’s hurting you, you shouldn’t just…grin and bear it.” Kate bites her lip, shifting her thighs against each other, because she’s had that in her for hours now, and the loss is a change. “What kind of stuff? Hal stuff? The whole Eden Corps thing?”
“I don’t know,” Kyle answers honestly, and slides his hands down to cup along her moving thighs. ”I don’t know, I…it’s hard to think about, so I don’t. I don’t know.”
“Ese, you just…that won’t make it go away.” Kate leans in, kisses his neck, but not enough to actually distract him. She’s good enough at judging the amount of care needed to do it. “You know you can talk to me, and I’ll try to help you figure it out.” Unless it’s about her.
“Things’ll work out,” Kyle says softly into her skin, and holds her tighter compulsively. “You just being here with me, it helps. I’m not kidding or trying to be nice, it does help, carina. You always know how to keep me calm…even when we’re, like having fun…trying new things…it’s just. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, and Kate?” He moves his head and looks up at her. “I don’t really want to find out why, I just want it to ride itself out. And it will. It will.”
Kate meets his eyes, then inhales, nodding slowly on the exhale. “Okay. Okay, ese. We don’t have to talk about it, I just…I just don’t want you to hurt. I meant what I said, back then, when we were…”
Kyle dips his head against hers gently, a few times as she speaks. He just likes to nudge at her. “I…Guy found out, about Hal and me. He…didn’t take it well. I don’t even really know why, like. He just seemed so upset and,” Kyle sits up a bit. “Like he was…angry. Dios, it’s not like I was trying to hide it or anything, but I wasn’t going to say anything without you know, like. I mean *I* don’t even really know where it was, where it’s going, me and Hal. I don’t know! And then Guy’s just…he’s acting weird and he’s so damn broody now. I don’t know. I told him I just need to figure it all out and gah. It was so embarrassing, I feel like I blocked half the conversation out.”
It hasn’t escaped Kate that Kyle, despite saying he didn’t want to talk about it, is now talking about it, but she manages to suppress any smile. “I can’t really blame you for doing that, though. It sounds like Guy…It sounds like it’s less you that needs to figure it out and more like Guy does.”
She strokes his hip with her fingertips, thinking for a moment. “I mean, yeah, you don’t know where you and Hal is going. But that’s sort of how relationships work. Whereas Guy…I think he might have feelings he’s not understanding, you know?”
“Mmmmm I know I gotta just figure it out…” Kyle calms after his rant, running his fingers along Kate’s bottom lip. “And I told Guy, I told him I just needed to talk to you, sort it out with my friends, and he…dios he wanted me to go see Dr Khat. About /this/. It seemed so…like why does he think I’m loco? Jesus, I’m not crazy, I just need to figure things out, feh.” He pauses, and then frowns at her. “Feelings he’s not understanding? Do you mean like…” Kyle licks his lips and hesitates. “I mean I know he’s not always on the best terms with Hal, maybe he’s pissed off at him? I don’t really get why, though…”
Kate is now trying to figure out who exactly Hal is jealous of, though she’s seen this before, with cops and their partners. “If you’re having anxiety, maybe it’d be good to talk to Dr. Khat for some strategies…” Kate shrugs one shoulder. “Not crazy, just so you have something to fall back on, si? and as for Guy? I have no. idea. I mean, he’s all like, I’M STRAIGHT, I’M STRAIGHT, sabes. So I don’t know if it’s being angry that it’s Hal, or being afraid he’ll lose his partnership bond with you, or if he…” She doesn’t finish that last sentence, not wanting Kyle to freak.
“No, I’m not going to talk to a doctor about this, I’m fine,” Kyle says, a slight stubborn tone creeping into his voice. “It’s not like this is anything new, I get it all the time, so…” Kyle thinks about the rest of what she was saying. “He said…” Kyle says slowly. “He’s probably just…I mean, anytime it seems like I might be ‘siding with’ - please note my air quotes - someone else, he assumes I’m going to leave him, betray him, whatever. It’s…it’s a thing with him. I guess I just need to figure out again, how to convince him again, that I have no intention of leaving him. Again. Lo siento, do I sound sick of this shit?”
“Bien, bien,” Kate says, stroking his hip with her fingertips. If he doesn’t want to…well, it isn’t at the point where she would even want to try and push him. Instead, she leans in and kisses his forehead. “I stand by my earlier point. Sounds like Guy’s the one who would benefit from more sessions with Dr. Khat. I’m thinking someone’s betrayed him before…”
“Ay. Esto no es saludable,” she notes, after a moment or two of thought. “Todos vamos a volver loco.”
“Yes…yeah! He should go to Dr Khat. He’s the one who suggested the couples counselling after all. And our meditation. Hmm…I guess he’s more into helping us out than I thought.” Kyle sighs. “I really should catch him a break, I should.” He adds wryly, “Ya estamos locos, chica.”
“You need to ask him what he’s so scared of. Why he thinks you of all people would do that, si? I mean, you’re…you’re Kyle, you’d never.”
“Heh…’I’m Kyle’…right. Sometimes I think that’s the problem for him. I’m a Kyle he doesn’t think he knows anymore.”
Kate thinks it’s probably too bad they can’t screw. It might actually help, in this case. “It’s probably not good that Hal’s solution to the issue is the same as yours, caro—the whole getting the hell out of Dodge thing might not be the best plan.”
“It’s what we Lanterns do best…avoiding things I mean. Till it all kinda comes to a head. All of us - me, Hal, Guy and John. In different ways, but…when you just can’t face it, you know. Just fly away, let the Guardians order you around for a while so you don’t have to think. Kinda culty, now that I’m explaining it to a non Lantern..hn.”
“Ninguna mierda,” Kate murmurs, stretching out and wiping her hand off on a tissue before turning back to Kyle. “Just…Kyle. I’m sorry they can’t figure themselves out. You deserve to have a better situation if you’re finding happiness, okay?”
“I don’t know…” Kyle says and for a moment he just sounds tired, and wistfully sad. “Sometimes it’s just difficult to know how to make…how to keep people happy with me. Or…I guess how to let them know that they mean…like. So much to me. Or…something. Dios this all just got depressing really fast.”
“If it helps,” Kate says with a soft smile, “I’m clear on what I mean to you. You’ve been pretty good at saying it. claro. And it doesn’t always get easier, especially with people who’re emotionally…screwed up a little.”
“Well…if we’re gonna be honest here, sometimes I do, I mean, I /have/ thought about you, like. If you and me could’ve ever…it’s crossed my mind, like. I’ve imagined…asking you to make it something more. But I’m glad I didn’t.” Kyle smiles back at her, looking more bright eyed. “If only because…I dunno. I don’t want to say it wouldn’t be honorable, but, it’s more, like…it wouldn’t be…polite? It would make things awkward and I still stand by what we talked about earlier. I’d make a helluva sucky novio for you, ahaha. But you know. Fantasies when you’re lonely…”
Kate looks back at him, her skin darkening faintly. “Kyle, it’s not like I hadn’t figured that out,” she said, trying to figure out how she was going to say what she had to say. “And you’re more than just a screw for being lonely, you know that.” She pauses to collect her thoughts. “I just…” She inhales, slowly. “If things were different, I probably could fall for you. Would fall in love with you, and fuck…it’d be pretty damn epic. But here and now…”
Kyle listens carefully as she talks until towards the end, when a slow smile spreads across his face. He takes her face in both hands and kisses her with a renewed enthusiasm. “Dammit Kate, how do you say everything right.” He leans his forehead against hers, kissing her now and then. “I needed to hear that, I…I think they same way, I think we’re an awesome what if. Well, a what if who can continue what we’re doing now and…haha…” Kyle pushed against her again, and lay back, pulling Kate onto him and running his fingers along her back. “Mmm. Somos magnifico.”
Kate isn’t under the impression that she’d said it right at all, with all the ums and wells and buts. But hey, if that’s Kyle’s take on it, it’s okay, and she settles down on top of him, straddling him, resisting the urge to press her hips into his. “Si, definitely a damn good what if. But ese…if Hal doesn’t want me to…if he wants me to leave you alone, I will. I mean, I don’t want to mess with what you have.”
He snorts. “It would be pretty hypocritical of him to ask for something else more…exclusive on my part, wouldn’t it? No nono, that’s not going to happen. He out and out told me right from the get-go that him and Queen, that they were soulmates. I was kind of glad to hear it, him tell me that. Like, it was like. Okay then: you’re soulmates. So that means I’m something else, but.” Kyle sighs and looks idly at his mural, stroking through Kate’s silky hair. “But that’s okay, because at least I know one thing I’m not? Hm. Does that make sense?” Before she can answer, Kyle has to ask, “I mean, I think the bigger question is…what about Queen?”
Kate tries not to wince, a little, because it’s hard not to when someone comes and says ‘sorry, this is what we ain’t’ to a friend, even with the best intentions. “What do you mean, what about Ollie?” she asks. “No one’s asking you to fall for him, that’s for sure, querido. Not that I could picture that.”
“Uggggg, as if!” Kyle laughs at the idea and then groans again. “No, no no, I mean. I mean I kinda…shoe-horned into his life. Again. Both ways. I think I have a tendency to do that, ever since I was the new kid on the block. He never wanted me around and now I’m…well.” Kyle kisses her pink-dark nose. “You guys talk about that?” He figures they have, since, well. They weren’t the Dick-Wally-Roy trifecta or anything.
“Ollie and I? A little. He’s not upset. Bemused, maybe.” Kate stretches against him, doesn’t bother resisting a shift down against his pelvis, leaving a streak of wet as she does. “If anything, he’s realizing maybe you’re more than what he anticipated, if Hal and I both care about you so damn much.”
Kyle licks his lips, and touches at the wetness she’d left, revelling in it. His expression softens a bit. “It’s still hard to believe, I…well. You and me, we just kind of fell into it, sorta kinda like mutual attraction and then what the hell, let’s go for it kinda thing, si? It just kinda made sense to…feel each other. Hal…Hal was like…being punched in the face. Hitting an invisible wall. Walking along and you realize there’s suddenly no ground under you. I…I wasn’t expecting it. I think that’s kind of why I’m getting these anxiety attacks.” He sighs. “I…poor Ollie. I can only imagine how it felt for him.”
“Si, but it was a long time ago for them, you know. Though I guess, then realizing it again, maybe that was…” Kate blushes, a little. “To be honest? it was a little like that, me and Ollie, for me anyway. I mean yeah, falling into bed, but neither of us expected it to be that kind of thing.”
Kyle grins at her. “It’s kinda like…the best and worst feeling ever, huh? Suddenly realizing you’re somehow on a path with someone, and like. There’s no turning back.” Kyle is about to add something else to that, about himself and Kate, but he bites it off. Instead, he just holds her tighter.
Kate looks at him, cocking her head slightly as he opens his mouth, then closes it again. Her brow furrows, letting him know she’s noticed, but she doesn’t say anything exactly, only shifting against him a little more. “It’s pretty damn scary, I’ll give you that.”
“It really is. But you and Ollie got through it and now you’re perfecto together, so. So….so.” He sighs again, just a little wistful this time. For a moment it’s like he’s having an internal dialogue with himself, and comes to a certain conclusion. “Anyway. Are you happy, things the way they are right now?”
“Yeah,” she says, though she’s giving him a worried look. “I seriously am, but Kyle…tell me what you’re thinking, cariño.”
Kyle looks up at the ceiling. “I dunno if I can tell you, carina. Not that it’s all that bad, it’s just…if I say it, you might hear it wrong, like. Like I’m being, melodramatic or something.”
Kate laughs softly, snorts even softer. “Then you can tell me that I’m wrong. Promise.”
“I…” swallows hard, then looks at her wryly. “I dunno if you know this, but I kinda love…well. Love. I love relationships and being in love, the whole shebang. I love…I love…well I used to love being in a relationship. Um. ONE relationship, with one person, sabes? I mean, you and I, we talked about this, when I was trying to figure out the whole ‘maybe I like guys too thing. But…it always went wrong, my relationships…” Kyle grips her a bit tighter. “With Alex and she…and Donna, when she…and Jennie…and m…and…” Kyle scratches at his mouth.
“For a long time, it just felt…safer to be alone. Working with Guy, on Oa, doing work. I missed being in love, but…I was…it was better off that I didn’t. Like. Get in one.” He looks sideways at Kate. “That why, I figure this works. And Hal…it works. Aaaand this is where you’re gonna say I’m an idiota, but I don’t care how superstitious it sounds, this is better. Para mí. Y para mi novia, novio, whatever.”
Kate is pretty sure Kyle would benefit from therapy, but doesn’t say that. Instead, she bends down and kisses him, strokes his cheek. “Okay, ese. If that’s how it works for you.”
He watches her carefully for a moment, as she kisses him. “Si? You’re okay with it, si? You don’t think I sound silly?”
Kate looks at him, considered what to say. “I think it’s not the best way to look at things? But I can see why you would. And why you’d want to avoid it, sabes. So…I hope you’ll maybe get it figured out eventually, but in the meantime if this works, then that’s okay.”
Kyle relaxes and pushes her hair back from her face, a little hard. “Okay. Gracias, mami. I’m okay with that. And I /can/ live with this, I can.” He nestles down against her. “I love you so much.”
Kate strokes his cheek once more, then kisses him gently. “Te amo, ese. Just so you know it.”