A Jedi in Smallville

Finally...some sex...

Lex could no longer call his new visitors aliens. They were human beings and they were, unfortunately stranded indefinitely. Or at least until Lex could synthesize a new form a fuel for the ship. He had figured out the chemical composition of the old fuel but unfortunately there were few ingredients that were not indigienous to Earth. And creating synthetic versions of those ingredients was a tedious and time consuming process. After a week, he broke down and hired outside scientists who were understandably delighted at the new technology he was allowing them to create.
The other problem was the hyperdrive: would it work in reverse? He’d made a few discrete inquiries at MIT and found a brillant, but crazy, physicist named Dr. Tim Swerdlow who he hoped could answer that question. Though he had won the Nobel Prize at the tender age of twenty for his theory on wave particles, his later work was scoffed at by scientst as being too fantastical. He actually beleived in the Force, though he had a fancy name for it. After a twenty minute interview with Lex and Obi-Won, he was hired and installed in the castle.
All of this research was, of course, not completely altruistic. He figured the research they were doing would allow humans on this planet the chance to travel to different galaxies. And make LexCorp a ton of money in the process thereby ensuring his freedom from his father for all of eternity.
Lex spent most of his free time with his two visitors learning the Jedi-Code and becoming accustomed to the Force. Annikin was at school. They’d put off enrolling him at Smallville high, but the boy didn’t look a day over sixteen, and it looked suspicious for him not to be in school. The boy seemed to like it and had made quite a few friends whom he brought to the castle for movie nights.
Four months after Annikin and Obi-Won crashed, his relationship with the elder jedi changed drastically.
It was one of those perfect spring days complete with red-robins chirping and trees literally bursting with blossoms. He spent the morning at the Plant, slogging through mountains of paperwork and returned home for a much needed sparring session with Obi-Won.

When he entered the weapons room Jedi was already there, meditating. And he had shaved his beard, which stopped Lex dead in his tracks.
It’s not that Lex was so superficial to hate facial hair, and he did have a thing for short stubble, it’s just that full-on beards like the jedi wore always reminded him of his father and how he liked to taunt his hairless freak of a son.
Without the beard, Lex could truly take in the perfect shape of Obi-Won’s mouth. The smooth line of his chin and the long creamy perfection of his neck. Not to mention that cleft that was begging to be explored with his tongue. He could imagine kissing the master without being creeped out by dad vibes.
Obi-Won opened his eyes, and perhaps he had never noticed their color before but they were blue and soulful. He unfolded himself from the lotus position with a cat-like grace even a slinky Luthor couldn’t duplicate and walked to the table where he picked up a silk purple scarf. He stripped off his shirt and Lex stared at the perfect lines of his body.
He and the Jedi master had similiar builds, though Obi-Wan was a bit shorter. He had the long lean lines of a dancer: he could write a novel on the perfect shape of his ass.
As he approached with the piece of cloth in his hand, Lex realized how young the master really was. There was a slim chance he may be in his thirties, though Lex doubted it.
He stopped and smiled at Lex and then walked behind him, like he he was sizing him up or checking him out. He placed hand on his shoulder pushed down. Lex knelt a bit and closed his eyes at the touch.
The Jedi Master took the scarf and tied it around his head so he couldn’t see.
“Today you will learn to trust yourself. You believe in the force like it is scientific fact. Which it is. But it is also a mystical concept. You must believe it here...” He touched Lex’s head. “And feel it here.” He touched his heart. “Ground yourself. Take a few calming breaths, and then open yourself to the force.”
The first and the hardest lesson Lex had learned was to open himself to the force. He’d built thick shielding in his mind, to stop himself from going insane: Breaking down those barriers took weeks of meditations. Now they came down at a thought, and he felt himself connected to the universe in a way he hadn’t felt since he was a child.
Obi-Wan explained that in his galaxy, there were many children born sensitive to the force. In fact it was the norm, rather than exception. But over time, the connection waned. So many lifeforms worked against the universe, preferring to shape the unshapeable.
Lex was no better. With all his talk of destiny, he was more the type to try to shape it rather than let it happen. Hence his obession with Clark
“Focus Lex. These thoughts do not do you credit. Do not dwell on the past: Do not reach for the future. Instead, just focus on this moment.”
The master had moved. He was no longer in front him...ah there he was. He could feel him glowing like a beacon in the dark. He felt the air shift and reached up to catch the wooden practice sword they always sparred.
“Good, Lex.”
He held it in his hands in the way the Jedi Master had taught him. It was different than fencing: He held the sword down and with two hands. Like a Samurai, he liked to beleive.
There was no warning: Suddenly the he was being smacked in the arm with the master’s sword. He cried out in irritation.
“That hurt!”
“Focus Lex.” Lex took a deep breath. He felt the next thrust an instant before it happened and sidestepped instinctively.
They started fighting in earnest and Lex felt the web they wove with their swords: Thrust, parry, sidestep, dodge, advance, retreat. Lex rolled out of the way of one particulary vicious attack, throwing his sword in the air and catching it as he stood up. Annikin had taught him that little move much to Obi-Won’s chagrin.
Turning quickly he felt a tremor in the force. He turned again and felt something rushing towards him. He swung the wooden practice sword like a bat, and repelled the tennis balls as they shot towards him but he missed the last one. which managed to hit him dead center in the nose. He saw stars.
“Ow!” Lex screeched ripping the scarf from his eyes. He felt the bridge of his nose. Definitely broken. Obi-Wan ran to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Lex Luthor, I did not realize the machine spit balls out at such a force.”
“I’b cant bucking beweeve it!” Lex managed to say, taking in the tennis ball machine which had been hidden under a tarp the whole time.
“Here lean on me.” Lex put his arm around the shorter man and let himself be lead to a chair.
“How fast did you have it set for.”
“The highest setting.”
“Thass bucking 90 miles per hour! I am a GOD AMONG MEN! Oww....guck. It hurts.”
“Shh...calm.” The Jedi Master sat on his lap, straddling him. “Focus and we can heal this. Close your eyes.”
Lex complied and tried to center himself despite the sharp shooting pane in his nose.
He’d had his nose broken once before in highschool by a group of bullies. This was a lot worse. It felt as if it was pulverised. Then it hit him: He might be horribly disfigured. What if it healed all crooked-
“Calm-shh.” And this was a Jedi mind trick. He felt calm, almost euphoric. He felt Obi-Won’s enery merge with his own and they worked together to knit the broken bones in his nose. He already healed quickly, but this Jedi trance stuff meant he could do it in minutes rather than hours.
When they were finished he opened his eyes to find Obi-Wan staring down at him. Passion flared between them: In the time they had trained together, they had formed a unique bond. It was not quite the same as Padawan to Master. More like-
“Brothers.” Obi Wan said aloud as he cupped Lex’s face and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. He stood up and got a bottle of water and a towel from the table. He sat back in Lex’s lap, beginning to slowly and patiently wipe the blood from the younger man’s face never breaking eye contact even for a second. The intensity in those eyes was thrilling. “Or, perhaps like lovers.” Dropping the towel and the water to the floor, he leaned down and kissed Lex. This time though, it was not chaste.
It was desire tripled: Lexfelt the intensity in his heart, in his head, and definitely in his cock. He shivered at the feel of perfectly smooth lips, a wicked litle tongue, and a mouth that not only opened with abandon but also drew him in.
Obi Won pulled back from Lex’s mouth, placing tiny kisses on his chin and burying his face in the hollow of his throat. He shivered as the Jedi Master bit, kissed and licked the sensitive skin.
Lex raised his hands and began tracing patters on the older man’s back. The Jedi master leaned into the touch, grinding his already erect cock into Lex’s chest. He pulled back again, tugging at the hem of Lex’s shirt. He got the point and raised his arms so the clothing could come off.
Once that was accomplished, Obi-Wan attacked his mouth a ferocity he didn’t know the placid master possesses. Nibbling and sucking his already sensitive lips. Lex could only



“How does one love without attachment? I will show you.” The Jedi Master said.

Making love to Obi-Won was like dying, or perhaps more like actually being dead. Like being trapped forever in that one moment: stilled