Clark shivers as his long legs carry him up Luthor Manor’s
central staircase, impatiently taking three treads at a time. There’s
coldness in the Scots-bred castle that has nothing to do with the
centuries of dank and draft clinging to the stone, and refuses to
be dispelled by efficient lighting and generous gas heating. Clark’s
heart twists in his chest, a familiar sensation when he lets his
thoughts dwell on Lex growing up in places like this. Places without
Because however heavy the chill – the darkness that imbues
Lex’s world – Clark is drawn here, not exactly against
his will, but unquestionably beyond his ability to resist.
Lex Luthor, lord and master. Clark shakes his head at the incongruity.
Lex is that – a man born to lead, both rich and powerful.
But he’s more, has more to offer. Why do people want the easy
stuff from him? Why don’t they see there’s so much more
there to have.
Lex Luthor, best friend. Who by all appearances has unilaterally
decided to…terminate their association? Is that how easy it
could be for Lex to push him away? Clark hadn’t gotten the
He hadn’t known there was a problem at all until he ran in
to Lex last night at the Talon. Lex’s greeting had been perfunctory,
and he hadn’t had time to “socialize.” That’s
what he’d actually said, in a voice so distant Clark hadn’t
known how to react, so just stood, going numb under the patented
cool regard he had seen Lex turn on the more presumptuous of Smallville’s
citizenry – those unwise enough to ask him a truly personal
question. Or touch him. Get close to him.
His confusion and disappointment must have been plain to Lex; Clark
was sure concern had clouded grey eyes before he mumbled “Goodbye,
Clark,” and brushed past out the door.
Clark’s particular insecurities provided him a ready explanation:
Lex had obviously grown tired of him, of his almost total inability
to relate to Lex’s privileged existence, and had asked himself,
as Clark always half-feared he would, why am I wasting my time
on a hick high school kid?
They hadn’t spent any significant time with each other in
over two weeks, but Clark hadn’t been particularly concerned.
Lex just hadn’t been home the last few times Clark had made
deliveries, and there hadn’t been anything pressing for them
to talk about – no meteor mutants to consult on, no Lana crises
since Clark had decided not to make waves for Whitney. Lex and he
led very different lives after all. So different it really was surprising
how much their paths crossed to begin with.
He had missed him, though, and the realization that the
physical distance was intentional had hit him like a sucker gut-punch
– or what he suspected a gut-punch would feel like if he were
human, shocking and indescribably painful. And then he’d watched
Lex dip gracefully into the driver’s seat of what late model
sports car Clark couldn’t care to note, and drive away without
a backward glance, leaving Clark still rooted to the spot.
Chloe had walked in and took her usual vanilla latte from his slack
fingers, shooting him a quizzical look when he followed her to a
quiet corner and sat down without ever saying a word. “Spill
it,” she’d demanded after watching him stare into his
mug for an eternity. “What’s Lana done now?”
Clark remembers he felt really surprised by that. Before considering
the implications, he’d vigorously denied Lana being involved.
“It was Lex. He was just so…cold to me.”
He’d looked to his friend for commiseration; what he found
in her expression was shock and a dawning comprehension. And then
the truth hit him with equal clarity: the probing, assessing looks,
the costly gifts and indulgences, the valuable time that Lex lavished
on him. It really was out of the norm, wasn’t it?
Chloe had been diplomatically non-committal in her advice, and
they were both relieved when Clark suddenly remembered an errand
he’d promised to run for his mom.
And that was only yesterday, and since then he’d been replaying
every encounter he’d ever had with Lex again and again. He
couldn’t believe he hadn’t acknowledged it sooner.
So much innuendo.
So many… looks.
Clark had long since stopped feeling uncomfortable about Lex equating
in some subtle but very substantial way to sex. Lex was just …well,
sexy, and he’d figured that just about anybody, regardless
of their gender or sexual orientation, would pick up on it.
He really hadn’t given his…awareness a second thought
until he had his first wet dream featuring Lex’s bald skull
and his tongue. That had unnerved him quite a bit, but the dreams
had continued, had became ever more explicit, but always pleasurable.
Very pleasurable. And still Clark had pretended it didn’t
mean anything. Amazing really, that he had been living that way
for months without examining those impulses with any objectivity.
So much wasted time.
In the last 24 hours he’d had to admit to himself that he’d
been deliberately misunderstanding, playing it safe with the biggest
part of who he was, while another part grew happily addicted to
the emotional highs he always felt in the older boy’s presence.
Now he wants more of the high, and if remembered looks can rip
apart his insides like Lex’s do, he wants what comes after,
“Mr. Luthor, Mr. Clark Kent is on his way up, sir.”
“Thank you, Enrique,” Lex directs his response to the
disembodied voice emitting from a tastefully concealed intercom.
“Clear the wing of any staff, would you.”
He continues to stare at the spreadsheet displayed on his laptop,
but the figures might as well have been translated into ancient
Sumerian for all he now comprehends of their meaning.
Clark’s on his way up.
He’d known this conversation was inevitable – the Kent’s
weren’t bashful about expressing their feelings after all
– but he hadn’t drawn up a battle plan. He has no pithy
quips prepared which would effectively put Clark in his place and
dismiss this situation as inconsequential simultaneously.
And that is more telling in a Luthor than he would ever be able
There were any number of reasons to put some distance between himself
and Clark. They all boiled down to preserving his own sanity, but
he wasn’t prepared to reveal the truth about his feelings,
much less the increasing power of their hold over him.
Lex had never been sure if his instant physical reaction to Clark
that day by the river had gone unnoticed, but he knew he’d
been caught coveting that astoundingly well-developed form enough
times since that Clark had to be very much aware of his attraction,
just as Lex was aware, from Clark’s flushes and flirtatious
smiles, of Clark’s eagerness to please him, inchoate and unconscious
though his responsiveness was.
He’d been damned stupid about the whole thing, and was kicking
himself for not putting a halt to this sooner. The acts Lex had
become obsessed with perpetrating on this minor child would
enrage a father like Jonathon Kent. And if he found out, would he
be incensed enough to kill him? Or merely vindictive enough to press
Lex didn’t want to think of his own father’s reaction
if he were caught in such a scandal. Again. Nor was the idea of
languishing in jail for even a short duration, off-chance eventuality
though that might be, palatable to him.
But there he was again, avoiding the real issue, which wasn’t
anything as trivial as disinheritance, a felony conviction or a
sound beating at the hands of a righteous farmer.
Lex had concluded weeks ago that Clark was his for the taking.
He was an inexplicably chaste virgin, and would require some persuading,
but Lex had no reason to doubt his own seductive appeal. With what
he suspected would be very little effort, Clark’s teasing
smiles would fall way to frantic panting pleas.
Ah, lovely. Lex was becoming uncomfortably hard. Not that
that was new, just that he was normally better at controlling himself
in Clark’s presence.
And shouldn’t that strengthen his resolve – wouldn’t
it be masochistic beyond pleasure to keep this boy under hand, but
never touched? He seriously doubted his ability to toe that line.
Was quite certain that before much longer he would simply take what
was so temptingly offered.
And what then if Clark regretted the experience, as heterosexual
adolescents often did after a hormone-driven round of sexual experimentation?
And he had no doubt of Clark’s heterosexuality. The Lana obsession
was proof enough, and imagining otherwise was folly.
The thought of losing Clark’s trust and affection created
in him a physical anguish. How much more so if he took Clark beforehand;
made him his completely? Losing him after that would, he imagined,
send him to a sucking void of cynicism and apathy he wouldn’t
even try to emerge from. He’d given the matter a lot of thought,
and this definitely seemed the likely outcome.
Not that he wouldn’t go on living; go on playing his games
– world domination the ultimate prize, undesired – and
becoming more unprincipled, more ruthless, with each day that swept
him further from that idyllic spot in time when he’d had his
Before he’d destroyed it, as was the habit in his family.
And that really was tragic.
All but unavoidable, though. For all of his father’s Machiavellian
dramatics, Lex understands and accepts his place in the world. He
doesn’t need an old woman’s visions to know he’s
going to be a very powerful man. And show him a great and powerful
man who hadn’t done ugly things on his drive to the top.
he’s already done things that Clark would be repelled by.
Already lied to Clark countless times about little things,
really – every day minutiae in the life of a Luthor. Other
things, his “projects” – altogether much bigger
things from a moral standpoint – haven’t yet come to
light, and Lex is grateful he hasn’t had to lie about those
things. But given time that too is inevitable.
way or another, he’ll ultimately sully Clark – a prospect
that originally appealed to his reprobate sensibilities, but which
left a bad taste in his mouth of late. So he was determined not
to risk that outcome, but neither had he wanted to think what it
might require of him to set Clark aside, drive him away.
uncharacteristically naive hope had been that Clark, sensing the
nature of his interest, would very sensibly keep from his sight.
He had imagined that Clark would have a stronger sense of self-preservation
than to aggressively pursue the relationship once Lex himself quietly
drew away. Apparently Clark’s innocence was completely unbreached
and he could not recognize the danger.
doesn’t knock – doesn’t want to risk being sent
away; just lets himself into the spacious study at the head of the
stairs to find Lex apparently absorbed in Luthor Corp spreadsheets,
idly running the weighty end of his expensive Mont Blanc slowly
across a sensual lower lip, jacket and tie draped over the arm of
a nearby chair, collar opened, exposing a length of smooth pale
skin. Throbbing jugular that Clark’s heightened perception
doesn’t look up from his work; even knowing his attempt at
delay is pointless. “What can I do for you, Clark?”
Clark waits an eternity for pale slate eyes to fix him and then
sucks in a deep breath. “Um…is everything alright? With
us, I mean?”
looks back to his laptop while his brain trips about for a reply.
“How do you mean, Clark?” He asks inanely. Damnit,
pull yourself together, here.
it just seems like maybe you’ve been avoiding me? For a couple
weeks now. Have I done something wrong, Lex?”
resigns himself and turns back to meet questioning kaleidoscope
eyes. “I’m not avoiding you, Clark. Business is keeping
me very busy at present.”
busy to spend time with a friend?” Clark counters, wishing
he didn’t sound so petulant in the face of Lex’s indulgent
at all. I’ve seen a number of acquaintances from Metropolis
recently.” Lex wills Clark to take the hint.
it’s only me you don’t make time for, isn’t it?
I…need you to tell me why.”
bites back a curse, shifts uncomfortably. “Many reasons. Your
father for one – I wouldn’t want you to jeopardize your
relationship with him. Your well-being for another. I know you only
half believe the things I’ve told you, Clark, but the truth
is my family is very dangerous.”
his father; his family. Himself. Go away, Clark.
thinks he understands the danger well enough and only sets his chin
defiantly. Lex drops his gaze to pouting lips. He had known it would
come to this, hadn’t he? Blunt, then.
isn’t in your best interests to continue seeing me privately.
Your father’s not stupid, nor is he alone in his opinion of
our ‘friendship.’ Why, I’d bet some of the boys
at your school – Whitney for example – have already
remarked on it.” Lex lets cynicism taint his laugh, leers
suggestively. “Feel like a freak now, Clark? How will you
feel when Lana hears the nasty rumors – that her boy-next-door
is Lex Luthor’s latest debauchery?”
looking down the barrel of it now. Not shocked, exactly… just
seeing everything, thinking it, too. Outside of it all for a moment.
You understand what I’m suggesting?”
nods; spasms of corporeal excitement skitter through his body at
the admission. Lex wants him. At some level he’d
know it all along, of course, but to finally have it in the open
leaves him feeling breathless in a way a hard run to Metropolis
never will. His best friend wants more than friendship. Maybe hasn’t
ever been interested in his friendship at all.
has grown tired of waiting for Clark to grow up and see the possibilities.
Clark wants it too. And though his actual knowledge of “it”
is limited in the extreme, his dreams have given him some ideas.
He has some very definite ideas of what he’d like
to do with…and to Lex.
true, then – you have….feelings for me.” Clark
can’t keep the hint of triumph from his voice, or dampen the
heat he feels creeping up his body; doesn’t even try to wipe
the goofy smile off his face. “I don’t mind, Lex…what
anybody says. You’re too important to me to give up for any
reason. Even if – I mean, I…I want…”
blushes furiously and squirms on the carpet before Lex’s imposing
desk, horrified to realize he might start to cry – that, or
giggle like a girl. His sheepish eyes cling to Lex in an appeal
mouth dries as comprehension tears through him. His wholesome, innocent
farm boy is eager for his attentions? Soulful eyes implore
Lex to understand what he can’t speak aloud; beg Lex to lay
hands on his needy nubile body.
eyes flick hungrily over that body now, so well loved in his fantasies,
noting Clark’s flaming cheeks and rigid stance; a rigid cock
straining against faded denim.
long has that been there?
what does this change? Impossible to know, but he doesn’t
imagine for a moment it alters the certainty of their eventual fall-out.
But most relationships are doomed from the start, aren’t they?
His perhaps more than most. Yet, he could have this. Have
Clark for as long as he was willing to overlook Lex’s transgressions.
Then they would part ways, and Lex would have his memories. Would
they be enough?
like most of his exes, would likely leave bitter and disappointed,
but not because Lex had taken advantage; gotten him dirty. Lex thinks
he can live with that; really doesn’t want to rationalize
it any more than that, not with the six plus feet of rugged innocence
begging to be mussed.
never felt particularly comforted by the standard predatory interest
in Lex’s gaze – stimulated and discomfited maybe, but
then he sees that interest melt away, incinerated by a raw hungry
need that Clark now knows has always been veiled. He suddenly
feels very inadequate. And cheated. A handful of clumsy girl kisses
were piss-poor preparation for Lex Luthor.
sees the moment Clark finally catches the scent of danger; thinks
his flight response might be about to kick in.
that wouldn’t do at all.
ends of his lips lift into a wicked smile. “We’ll take
this slow, Clark.” He rises and prowls around his desk. Putting
his back to it, he takes a strong hand in his own, leans his hips
on the edge and pulls Clark between his splayed legs.
holds Clark’s large hand between his own two, rubbing his
thumbs along the long supple fingers –clean and soft,
as if dirt wouldn’t stick to something so pure –
and just refuses to release Clark’s wide gaze.
tell me what it is you think you want.” Silky, sexy
struggles against the vacuum that fills his lungs. What he knows
he wants. He can’t believe he’s feeling so much
– can’t believe he never knew there was so much missing
from his previous infatuations. He’d never felt desire
like this. And he’s terrified to answer Lex, but he has to
– these feelings are too overwhelming to suppress, too powerful
not to take the chance.
to know what turns you on, Lex,” he breathes in a rush, peeking
from beneath long sooty lashes that make the other man’s knees
weak. “I…want you to show me.”
smile deepens, pulling the scar on his lip in a way that makes Clark’s
jaw lock and saliva flood his mouth. Lex’s gaze rivets on
his throat when he swallows, and that’s almost too much.
turn me on, Clark. You always have.” Lex pulls him deeper
into the V of his widespread legs; pushes his erection into Clark’s
groin, shifts lightly on him. The boy’s head falls back –
eyes closed and lip bit – in response.
fingers trail lightly down his exposed throat before moving to the
small of Clark’s back, pressing him more firmly into Lex.
Clark flexes his hips to rub his cock hard against Lex’s,
feels a pleasure so sharp it’s almost painful. He bites back
a groan at the feel of another hand slipping under the hem of his
t-shirt to stroke the satiny skin above the waist of his jeans.
He shudders between those hands.
mouth comes down hard, tongue thrusting hot and urgent into his
mouth, and Lex decides he’s in heaven. Never did he expect
to have Clark here, like this – panting and desperate
– tugging now at the buttons on his tailored shirt, hands
strong and greedy on his skin, and now he’s putting his mouth
on Lex and Lex has dreamed of this for so long it’s going
to take a moment for him to wrest back control.
this okay, Lex?” Clark’s being driven by instinct now,
pulling the heavy silk shirt from Lex’s slacks, and peeling
it off obliging arms. His lips are trailing open mouth kisses over
Lex’s throat and chest, over smooth white skin and supple
muscle, licking and laving the exotically scented body, eliciting
sharp gasps and muted moans and wanting to devour him.
On that thought he grazes a tight nipple with his teeth before sucking
hard at the excited flesh. And Lex just bucks underneath him.
Lex. Fuck. You just…make me…” Then through
heavy denim, Clark feels an urgent hand close ruthlessly on his
throbbing erection, and he’s no longer in control. If he ever
stares into startled eyes, green hazel in the late afternoon light,
and revels in the wide-pupiled daze, at bronze and pink skin flushed
with desire, and a mouth that makes him so damned hard.
He tugs at the front of Clark’s t-shirt and Clark obediently
removes it, offering himself without apparent reservation. Christ,
he’s only fifteen years old, a voice Lex doesn’t
recognize hisses in his head. His hand squeezes tighter. Clark growls
at him. Jesus!
are you doing?” No, that’s not the question
he wanted. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
And why even ask? There’s not a hint of uncertainty in that
face that’s always so nakedly expressive.
rocking into his pleasure-giving hand and that’s all the response
Lex needs. He shuts out the warnings while nimble fingers penetrate
the button-fly and slip inside to close hard around Clark, uncut
and throbbing, while his other hand grasps silky locks at the back
of Clark’s head and pulls him in for a more exploratory kiss.
tongue lightly traces Clark’s fascinating lips, teasing, before
dipping inside, thrusting in to taste him again and again, rhythm
mimicking the motion of his hand, finally biting and sucking at
the full lower lip. Clark’s unfocused gaze sharpens with a
playful twist of a rosy nipple.
A plea so sweet.
so beautiful, Clark. You don’t have any idea how you affect
me, do you?” Hand tugging lazily on Clark, driving him crazy.
“Don’t have any idea how I’ve wanted this –
wanted your pretty mouth on me…”
focus sharpens at Lex’s words, and emotions stronger than
any he’s ever felt batter at his senses. His Lex –
so vulnerable; so deserving of love. And Clark needs so badly
to drive away the pain that the rest of the world won’t see.
on his knees before he can second guess his impulse, smiling up
at Lex, whose expression borders on…well, it looks like Lex
is a little shocked.
giggles good-naturedly at him while struggling to undo his pants.
Nothing to see here, folks, Lex thinks, and chuckles in
return. He cannot believe what Clark’s showing him:
unabashed joy and…devotion all over his face.
he’s all but naked, his almost painful erection inches from
the mouth that has been the vortex of his most salacious fantasies
since moments after Clark carried him soaking from the river. His
rock hard cock twitches in anticipation.
eyes rake down Lex’s body – all alabaster and russet
tints – attention fixing on an engorged penis –
his entire body as pale and hairless as his skull. A god
carved in warm, animate marble. Clark feels only a fleeting twinge
of guilt at the blasphemous thought as he sets his mouth to worship
his newfound deity.
hands fist in tousled locks at the feel of Clark’s mouth playing
achingly on him, first tentatively taking the smooth head in his
mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive surface, before pulling
as much of the length into his scorching mouth as possible.
his cock and sounding appreciative about it. The boy at his feet,
moving on the length of him, gripping and kneading his ass, is as
untutored as they come, but his enthusiasm is laying waste to Lex’s
ever-present control. He watches – dazed and mesmerized –
the most cherished boy in the world take pleasure in pleasuring
Lex moans, hips thrusting involuntarily against Clark, feeling the
roof of his mouth, the back of his throat, and now the repetitive
stroking of cool, wet tongue up the ridge of his shaft.
minutes ago I was working on spreadsheets. Lex shakes the random
thought from his sluggish mind.
thrusts hard when Clark pulls him deep again, and Clark’s
holding him so close. Encouraging him, and is he really that naive?
Lex moves into him more deliberately, setting an easy rhythm, and
thinks he might lose touch with reality when Clark discovers how
to swallow him.
this was Clark Kent taking him in his mouth – letting
him fuck him in his mouth. Jesus Christ! Lex is pumping deep
now into Clark’s throat, but Clark clearly doesn’t mind,
and a star flames with blinding intensity behind Lex’s closed
eyelids and he jets into Clark’s mouth, still wrapped tightly
around him, still pulling and now swallowing, stiff fingers digging
deep into Lex’s hips, anchoring him as he convulses in rapture,
until he is spent.
with the power of his release, Lex drops unsteadily to his knees
and, holding Clark’s face in both hands, gently laps away
the signs of Clark’s first blowjob, exulting in the taste
of himself on the younger man’s tongue – in knowing
that his scent would soon be all over Clark. That soon the beautiful
boy would be branded his in a way that would never wash away.
follows Lex to his feet and watches him pull his pants up to catch
loosely on the jut of his graceful hip, not bothering to fasten
his fly – causing Clark to wonder fleetingly at the conspicuous
absence of servants whenever he’s visited – and Lex
leads him, hands clasped, deeper into the shadowed halls.
stunned by what happened in the study. Tasting Lex had felt like
a religious experience, a revelation. After a lifetime of feeling
he didn’t belong – so much worse recently with the ‘greater
purpose’ bullshit his father was feeding him – he had
had a glimpse of what having a place and a purpose would feel like.
Hard to pinpoint now, but having Lex as he’d had – Clark
on his knees, but Lex the one who’d truly been vulnerable
– there had been a moment he thought he’d glimpsed his
destiny with certainty. He’s prepared to worship Lex with
a devotion and zealousness only newly saved sinners achieve.
to save Lex in return – again and again, if necessary.
I…,” but it’s too soon to say that, and
does Lex even want to hear it? “I…I want you so bad,
doesn’t look back, only tightens his hold on his hand as he
pulls Clark through the massive doors entering his bedroom. The
manor’s formal rooms complemented Lex’s public persona,
cool and businesslike, but this hidden haven is the real Lex –
inviting, sensual, complex. And private. Heavy velvet drapes of
pale luminous grey shield the windows that surround the spacious
room on three sides, shutting out all the world but Clark.
strides to the enormous mahogany bed with Clark in eager tow, halting
only when he would otherwise stumble into it, and with a deft twist
of the wrist propels him onto the downy surface.
and flipping over, Clark relaxes back on his elbows and watches
Lex toe off his shoes and strip out of his pants and socks. “You
want this,” he says thickly, all humor vanished. “But
you were pushing me away.”
stands naked at Clark’s feet and appreciates how hard Clark
is now, how badly he needs Lex to touch him. Lex’s eyes flick
over a smooth, bronze expanse of chest, a ridged abdomen deeply
muscled, a down of silky pale hairs tracing a narrow path on a long,
lean torso….and Lex has gotten so hard again already he can’t
imagine what Clark must be experiencing.
drags his gaze back to Clark’s face, charmingly flushed and
expectant, lips red and slightly swollen from his recent activities,
slightly parted in excitement. “I’ve never sacrificed
anything because it was the right thing to do.” He tugs hard
at the legs of Clark’s jeans, stripping them and flannel boxers,
plaid ones which strike Lex as ridiculously hot just at the moment,
shucking them quickly when lean hips are lifted off the bed. And
then Clark is completely nude on his velvet coverlet, warm bronze
skin alive on the shimmering grey.
damned if he’d give this up. Not because the law, or his bastard
of a father, or a Good ‘Ole Boy Kansas dirt farmer didn’t
like it; not for anything.
want to give you everything you need, Clark. This can be whatever
you want. Just tell me.” Lex’s voice rings hoarse and
urgent in his head – not the tone he was going for, but God…Clark.
runs hands up sinewy legs, crawling on his knees across the enormous
bed. Bracing hands on either side of Clark’s face, he leans
in close enough to feel Clark’s heat. He slides his tongue
teasingly into Clark’s inviting mouth, coaxes him to be more
aggressive, then sucks hard when Clark’s tongue thrusts into
hands are all over him again, questions forgotten. Lex tries not
to be distracted by that. Fails miserably when the broad strokes
sweep across his scalp, down his back and fasten on his buttocks.
Moves lower to breathe in Clark’s clean, honest scent –
soap and sunshine – tongue flicking in the hollows
of Clark’s throat; teasing and tweaking hard nipples, first
with fingers, then his scalding mouth. Cursory foreplay because
he knows Clark is going to explode soon – can’t believe
his virgin’s lasted this long.
his lips into hot scrotum, sucking lovingly; pulling Clark deep
into his mouth. And Clark’s on his elbows again, staring down
at Lex, about to lose it, and looking a little worried, definitely
there’s the fifteen year old Lex had expected, because
Clark is already coming – hot pulsing into the back of Lex’s
throat. And Clark falls back, moaning and writhing for Lex and he
would laugh his delight if his mouth weren’t full of Clark.
crawls up to lay next to Clark, stroking the flushed, dewy body
until Clark can regain his verbal skills. Having him here, sprawled
boneless in his bed was the culmination of every fantasy Lex had
conjured since his exile to Smallville, and he vows to make the
most of his good fortune.
eyes are closed, his breathing deep and ragged, still. Lex imagines
him an angel fallen from Heaven: sinfully sexed up, but still retaining
the luminous glow, innocence still somehow intact.
rolls into his arms and kisses him tenderly.
Lex, that was…well…mind blowing?”
laughs his satisfaction, wonders at the deepening blush staining
Clark’s cheeks. What kind of depravity would it take to eradicate
Clark’s virtue? He wants to find out.
maybe he doesn’t, but he is going to push the envelope.
Lex hasn’t laughed this freely since…when? “Anymore
‘okay,’ Clark, and you’d have had a very interesting
conversation with the paramedics.” And how could he begrudge
that praise when he’s rewarded with such an effervescent smile.
Does Clark know that’s all it takes to get him hard?
wanna try something else?” Clark’s grin turns a little
sly even as his cheeks flush a deeper hue.
he knows, alright. “Fuck, yeah.” Lex threads his
fingers in Clark’s hair, runs a finger down the bow of Clark’s
ear. “So tell me, gorgeous, what dirty little fantasies have
you been jerking off to?”
already half-hard again, and his cock jumps in response to those
shocking words spilling from Lex’s lush mouth. Lex pushing
him, challenging him in bed the way he’s always done, in every
aspect of their relationship, and Clark hadn’t even considered
that – how much that in itself would excite him.
… haven’t really. I mean, until yesterday I mostly tried
to keep you out of my head that way. Um, while I was awake anyway.”
what do we do in your wet dreams, Clark? Hold hands?” Lex
scores his manicured nails down a long arching back. “Tell
me what you want from me, hmm?”
And his hands are gripping Lex’s firm, supple ass, and the
feel of Lex’s own erection riding hard into his hip calls
forth a jumble of feverish images, and leaves little room for coherent
you fuck me, Clark? Do you come in my ass?”
is breathing hard again just like that, cock hard again, and surely
Lex talking dirty to him couldn’t be enough to make him come?
He’s thrusting into the hollow below Lex’s hip and it’s
not nearly enough, and can he hurt Lex this way? A strangled sound
escapes his lips. “So good to me, Lex. You’re so
It’s okay, Clark. I dream about that, too. We can do whatever
you want. I’ve imagined you so many ways –”
he begged so pretty. Prettier still with Lex’s fist in his
hair, pulling his head back, crazy need in his eyes, and
Clark’s a little out of control, isn’t he? “Tell
me how you want it, Clark.” Sharp teeth biting and sucking
the hollow of a long throat – an extension of the mouth he’d
loved; lips pressed to skin to take Clark’s throaty groan
I want you to…to fuck me. Show me.” Clark feels
desperate and alone when Lex slides off the bed; watches him hungrily
while he pulls his dressing mirror to the opposite side of the bed,
at ease with his nudity in a way that makes Clark want to offer
himself up to.
up and face the mirror. On your knees.” Clark’s obeying
him without question. God, this boy is perfect. How could he
not be? “Knees wider apart.”
watches Lex’s reflection, limned in the silver lamplight,
open a drawer in the nightstand and toss a couple condoms and what
Clark feels oddly embarrassed to note is a tube of lubricant onto
the bed’s coverlet. He watches Lex’s knee lift to the
surface a moment before the bed dips under him, and Clark is shivering
wraps his arms around Clark and presses into the warmth of sun-kissed
skin, his cock nestled in the cleft of Clark’s backside. He
enjoys the sensation a moment before moving his knees between Clark’s,
nudging them wider. He sits back on his heels, pulling Clark back
on him, slicks his fingers with lube and touches Clark’s hole.
Who jumps at the cool wetness, unexpected, and then shudders when
a light hand on his hip guides him, eases him down onto Lex’s
finger. Lex presses deep once, twice, and then slips a second finger
inside the satiny heat. And Clark’s moaning and rocking back
on his hand, eyes locked on Lex’s, drunk with wonder and love…and
Lex can’t think about losing this right now.
it’s too perfect, too beautiful, too wholly unexpected for
Clark to be seeing…this – Lex’s reflection
behind his own in the mirror, revealing need like an open wound,
unguarded and vulnerable. Watching Lex watch his fingers play in
Clark, and there’s no hiding for either of them like this.
He wants to confess everything to Lex – what this does to
him, that he’s never felt this way before – to make
Lex understand how much he loves him, that he doesn’t have
to be so careful, that Clark won’t break. But it’s too
much, they’re too close for confessions now, and all
he can do is feel. Eyes glued on the mirror, Clark reaches
down and sees his own hand close on his cock and start to move.
me.” Lex pushes Clark’s hand away, but he doesn’t
touch him there. He’s scraping a nail on Clark’s hard
nipples, and biting into Clark’s shoulder and moving inside
him, twisting and stretching and hitting…something
that’s making Clark buck against the lithe, muscular body
I’m ready. Don’t make me…Jesus fuck!
Please, Lex …”
slow slide and Lex is buried inside him, filling him completely.
You feel…so good, Clark.” Lex is in a beautiful
dream, and Clark’s here with him. He’s had this dream
so many times; he doesn’t have to think about what Clark needs
from him. He’s still leaning back on him, impaled on him.
And Lex just…undulates under him, a full body roll
that starts with his thighs, lifting and spreading Clark for a deeper
thrust of his cock, and then his belly is pressed to Clark’s
lower back, his chest into Clark’s shoulders, and he sucks
the nape of Clark’s neck and wraps his arms tight around the
strong, lean body.
eyes are fixed on the mirror, truly shocked now, at the sight of
his body riding Lex helplessly. He feels adrift, floating in a vast
ocean of sensations, aware only of the rolling beneath him and the
scorching heat of Lex’s gaze on his skin like a blinding sun.
Lex does it again and again until Clark thinks he could go mad from
his need to touch himself. And finally, mercifully, Lex’s
hand is on him, jerking him off ruthlessly, rubbing the tip of a
foil-calloused thumb into the pre-cum laden slit, and Clark’s
coming hard, and he can’t think at all. Babbling for Lex,
promising so many things, and knowing he’ll give
beg Lex to let him do those things; thinks Lex will want him to
beg for some of it, and can’t. fucking. wait.
stills underneath Clark, watching the emotions naked in Clark’s
reflection, watching him come, savoring the rippling contractions
of Clark’s orgasm. When Clark eases around Lex, he pushes
him forward, on his hands and knees now, and just rides him hard,
thrusting, shoving himself into the welcoming heat. “Look
at us, Clark.”
lifts dreamy eyes to his own in the mirror, and Lex shudders his
release into the boy, shouting his name raggedly.
sleep a long time, cocooned between a thick downy mattress pad and
comforter, the pleasant friction of fine linen sheets on their exhausted
bodies, content and sated.
opens his eyes first, and there’s a moment of breathless panic
engendered by the feel of Clark wrapped possessively in his arms,
the responsibility of that possession.
repetitive huff of breath moistens the skin where his neck and shoulder
join, and if he hadn’t already woken up with a hard-on, this
would have done it. He threads fingers into Clark’s dark hair,
runs the other hand down his leanly fleshed ribs, and shoulders
him onto his back, slipping a knee between two heavily muscled thighs
and pulling his head back to nuzzle Clark’s neck, breathe
in the warm clean curls behind his ear.
puppy, but better, he thinks with a grin, nipping and then
soothing with his mouth, his tongue lifting salt from golden skin,
pressing into the hollow below Clark’s ear before kissing
a path on the sensitive skin under his jaw. He pulls back to look
into Clark’s green eyes, heavy lidded, but definitely awake.
Why’d you stop?” Clark lifts his arms over his head
and stretches languidly – a very large cat fat on cream. He
licks his lips and watches Lex’s attention fix on his mouth.
This really is too easy.
told you we’d take it slow.”
weren’t serious!?” If this was Lex’s idea of slow,
he was in trouble.
smiles enigmatically. “Obviously not. But I didn’t want
to rush you.”
that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
questioning eyes probe Lex’s. “What you said about never
sacrificing anything – you meant me, didn’t you?”
was silent and staring beneath him, clearly not willing to drop
the subject. It had been a very long time since Lex had told someone
he loved them, and he’d been a rank adolescent at the time.
It wouldn’t compare at any rate, because he didn’t know
he could feel the things he feels for Clark before he’d actually
met him. Poetic love wasn’t a fairy tale after all. A tragedy,
perhaps, and he felt assured of having the proof of that in time.
didn’t know if this was what you really wanted, if you were
ready for this. I don’t ever want you to think I’ve
abused your trust.”
you knew how much I wanted this, didn’t you? Before I did,
a crush and being prepared for the consequences of a homosexual
relationship with a man like me – a Luthor, and the town pariah
you knew how good it would be. I think you knew how important
you are to me before I…” Clark ducks his head in embarrassment,
it, Clark. Just…I need to hear you say it.”
I love you?”
intent now on his response – nervous and needy, but teasing
him, too. Flirting. Delicious.
I love you, too, you know. That’s why I was going
to let you go.” Clark’s eyes are pools filling with
confusion and anger, and those eyes hold power over him, don’t
they? This is absurd.
heavy body moves to press over Lex, And Clark’s shifting his
muscular frame provocatively – playing in a way sure to drive
the more experienced man out of his mind; demonstrating remarkable
control while doing so, Lex thinks with not a little bit of apprehension.
got to explain that to me, Lex – how forcing me away would
have been good for either of us. And please tell me you don’t
still think that way?” He lowers his head to nibble Lex’s
jaw while awaiting an explanation.
can’t stop himself from hiding his face in his pillow; doesn’t
want to have this conversation with Clark – not so soon. “Someday
you’ll know the real Lex Luthor, and I don’t think he’s
someone you can love.”
body stiffens in denial of the words. “That’s crazy,
Lex. You’re real. You’re a good man, and I
do love you.”
have secrets, Clark. Things you wouldn’t like, and it’s
in me – a capacity for –”
even say it. Being a Luthor doesn’t make you evil, Lex. God,
you do so many good, kind things. You choose to do them,
turns back to Clark, warmed by the conviction in his voice.
I do them for the wrong reasons, and in time you’ll see that
all too clearly.”
doesn’t believe that for a moment; needs to prove to Lex how
certain he is that Lex is wrong. “Well, maybe there are things
about me that will scare you off first; did you ever think of that?”
He’s going to tell Lex, and it feels so right.
been lying to you, Lex. Hiding, really.”
pulls free of Clark’s hold and rubs the heels of his hands
into his eyes. “Don’t tell me your secrets, Clark…not
yet – not ever if you’re smart.”
the longer we hide from one another, the longer I can have you.
drops gentle kisses on his lover’s sensuous mouth until silvered
eyes are opened to him again. “You don’t think we should
be honest with each other?” he whispers.
humor me, okay? In time I’m sure we’ll know more than
enough about each other to seal our fate.”
legendary friendship,” Clark declares defiantly.
twists his lips in a rueful half-smile. “I think things have
progressed a bit further, don’t you, Clark? There’s
no need to rush things, is there?”
we can go slow.”
I’ll save you, Lex.