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roxyMore Exiled, more everything coming very soon. *smiles the smile of the productive*
For those of you who are going "Hunh? WTF is this?", previous parts of it are here
Exiled
Everyday a letter came, and Clark shared some little tidbit of Smallville life. Most were average items of little interest, occasionally he wrote about an event that made him shudder and visions of teeth and red, red eyes flashed through his mind. He very carefully didn’t think of Clark in danger. Instead he read the letters once, folded them and put them into the box.
“Dear Lex,
Yesterday I had a dream about you. I dreamt that you and I were sitting on my porch talking. Nothing exciting, I think we were talking about apples or something like that. When I woke up, I was sad for a while. I miss you every day.
The fall festival is this weekend and I’m going with Chloe. I know someone I’d rather go with. (smile)--”
Chloe! Chloe. He frowned. Fine, lovely, go with Chloe, have a good time. If Clark thought he was going to write about a date and get him angry--- he couldn’t be more wrong.
Lex sat at his desk and went through some paper work. The letter lay open on the edge of his desk but he couldn’t be less interested in finishing it.
He worked his way through the pile of papers, made plans to get together with his dad, called Bruce and spoke briefly with him. He hung up after promising to get together with him in the very near future.
Lex stared at his desk. He could call a friend and have a little something delivered to him or maybe he should drive out to Metropolis….
He picked up the letter and began to fold it and was caught by the last sentences
“—hope you might show up. It’d be so great to see you. Really see you instead of the glimpses I get as you tear through town in your newest toy. (smile)
I think about you all the time Lex.
I miss you.
Clark”
Lex made arrangements with the “firm,” booked a hotel room and was gone before he gave himself a chance to think.
Smallville would be celebrating the arrival of Fall and he devoutly hoped to be fucking his brains out the entire weekend.
This time when he opened the door, the stunning looking young thing said his name was Brandon and that was fine with Lex. He could call himself whatever he wanted, as long as he was good at sucking dick.
He offered Brandon a drink and smiled when he turned him down. He asked if he could kiss him and got hard when the guy dropped his head, blushed and nodded. Damn, this kid was really, really good.
The kiss was everything that should have been his, shy, inexpert, but full of enthusiasm. When Brandon pulled away Lex was panting and his dick was pressed hard against his leg. He yanked his clothes off and gasped for Brandon to do the same. Brandon’s eyes were wide when Lex came towards him, nude, hard and leaking. He tore his eyes away from Lex’s body and met his eyes.
“How?” he whispered.
Lex closed his eyes and his dick flexed. Oh god. This was the worst idea ever. This was the best idea ever.Brandon was so much like him—too much.
Brandon reached out and touched him, he leaned forward and circled the tip of him with his tongue, licking broader and broader circles until Lex was shivering and groaning. He pressed his hands on Brandon’s shoulders and tried not to fuck his mouth but Brandon slid his hands over his ass and gently rocked him until his hips moved on their own, sucking and moaning and encouraging him to pump…
“Fuck!” Lex thrust in and out of the wet, wet lips wrapped around him, and he looked so much like Clark, and he smelled like Clark and kissed like him and Clark was sucking him. Sweat ran down his ribs, down his back, ran into his wide-open mouth and flooded it with the taste of salt. He pounded into Clark’s mouth and he took it all, moaning around his dick. He trembled and jerked. Lex screamed and begged him to suck harder and he thought he was going to black out when he came.
He fell back onto the bed next to Brandon and tried to calm his breathing. He reached over and touched him, stroked him, listened to the little gasps and imagined…he closed his eyes tight and went down on him.
Driving back to Smallville felt like driving back into exile for the first time in a long time. He dreaded heading back to the big pile of cold stone, dreaded trying to make everyone at the factory happy, dreaded getting his mail—
He parked and let himself into the mansion. The staff was off for the evening and that was a relief.
He slipped on something on the floor in the doorway. He bent down and picked up an envelope and he knew it’d been delivered by him that evening or someone would have put it on his desk.
Lovely. We’ve escalated from the Garrison Keillor of Smallville to Freaky Stalker-Boy.
He took the letter with him to his bedroom. He could still smell Brandon on his skin and he liked it.
He lay on the bed, letter on his stomach, remote in his hand and mindlessly surfed channels a billion fucking channels and there’s still nothing on…
He gave in and opened the letter. The tone of this little missive was a bit different. Someone’s nose was out of joint.
“Dear Lex,
So you ran out of town I see. What’s the matter couldn’t stand the thought of seeing me? It’s okay. I was busy anyway. One or two guys in this town find me attractive even if you don’t. The words they used were ‘hot’, and they said it a lot.
Clark”
Great. Fuck you Kent. I don’t need to know who the hell you’re fucking. How about I come over and tell you all about Brandon and his—
Lex went into the kitchen and looked for something to shove in his mouth. His hand touched something smooth and warm on the counter. He snatched his hand away.
Goddamn! What the—how did he get this letter in here…He ripped the envelope open and tore the sheet out.
“Dear Lex, -- and he was already balling it but stopped and read—“ I’m sorry, I’m a dick and a liar. I just got hurt because you left and wanted to make you feel bad. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I was being stupid.
I think about you all the time, Lex.
I miss you.
Clark.
The idiot.
It did make him smile a little. He was an idiot, true. A big gorgeous idiot with hot lips and really nice hands, but…
The next morning, he left an envelope in the mailbox.
He’d written:
“Clark,
Thank you for keeping me abreast of Smallville’s cultural life. It’s so important that I keep informed as one of the town’s leading employers. I’ll certainly try to make an appearance at the next event. It wouldn’t do to keep myself separate from the people I rely on and who rely on me.
Thanks once again.
Lex Luthor
His mail that evening was interesting. All of it was dusted with ash, and had a faint smoky scent to it. There was no letter from Clark, but Lex knew his answer was coating the mail on his desk. He allowed himself a little smile, and went back to work.
tbc
For those of you who are going "Hunh? WTF is this?", previous parts of it are here
Exiled
Everyday a letter came, and Clark shared some little tidbit of Smallville life. Most were average items of little interest, occasionally he wrote about an event that made him shudder and visions of teeth and red, red eyes flashed through his mind. He very carefully didn’t think of Clark in danger. Instead he read the letters once, folded them and put them into the box.
“Dear Lex,
Yesterday I had a dream about you. I dreamt that you and I were sitting on my porch talking. Nothing exciting, I think we were talking about apples or something like that. When I woke up, I was sad for a while. I miss you every day.
The fall festival is this weekend and I’m going with Chloe. I know someone I’d rather go with. (smile)--”
Chloe! Chloe. He frowned. Fine, lovely, go with Chloe, have a good time. If Clark thought he was going to write about a date and get him angry--- he couldn’t be more wrong.
Lex sat at his desk and went through some paper work. The letter lay open on the edge of his desk but he couldn’t be less interested in finishing it.
He worked his way through the pile of papers, made plans to get together with his dad, called Bruce and spoke briefly with him. He hung up after promising to get together with him in the very near future.
Lex stared at his desk. He could call a friend and have a little something delivered to him or maybe he should drive out to Metropolis….
He picked up the letter and began to fold it and was caught by the last sentences
“—hope you might show up. It’d be so great to see you. Really see you instead of the glimpses I get as you tear through town in your newest toy. (smile)
I think about you all the time Lex.
I miss you.
Clark”
Lex made arrangements with the “firm,” booked a hotel room and was gone before he gave himself a chance to think.
Smallville would be celebrating the arrival of Fall and he devoutly hoped to be fucking his brains out the entire weekend.
This time when he opened the door, the stunning looking young thing said his name was Brandon and that was fine with Lex. He could call himself whatever he wanted, as long as he was good at sucking dick.
He offered Brandon a drink and smiled when he turned him down. He asked if he could kiss him and got hard when the guy dropped his head, blushed and nodded. Damn, this kid was really, really good.
The kiss was everything that should have been his, shy, inexpert, but full of enthusiasm. When Brandon pulled away Lex was panting and his dick was pressed hard against his leg. He yanked his clothes off and gasped for Brandon to do the same. Brandon’s eyes were wide when Lex came towards him, nude, hard and leaking. He tore his eyes away from Lex’s body and met his eyes.
“How?” he whispered.
Lex closed his eyes and his dick flexed. Oh god. This was the worst idea ever. This was the best idea ever.Brandon was so much like him—too much.
Brandon reached out and touched him, he leaned forward and circled the tip of him with his tongue, licking broader and broader circles until Lex was shivering and groaning. He pressed his hands on Brandon’s shoulders and tried not to fuck his mouth but Brandon slid his hands over his ass and gently rocked him until his hips moved on their own, sucking and moaning and encouraging him to pump…
“Fuck!” Lex thrust in and out of the wet, wet lips wrapped around him, and he looked so much like Clark, and he smelled like Clark and kissed like him and Clark was sucking him. Sweat ran down his ribs, down his back, ran into his wide-open mouth and flooded it with the taste of salt. He pounded into Clark’s mouth and he took it all, moaning around his dick. He trembled and jerked. Lex screamed and begged him to suck harder and he thought he was going to black out when he came.
He fell back onto the bed next to Brandon and tried to calm his breathing. He reached over and touched him, stroked him, listened to the little gasps and imagined…he closed his eyes tight and went down on him.
Driving back to Smallville felt like driving back into exile for the first time in a long time. He dreaded heading back to the big pile of cold stone, dreaded trying to make everyone at the factory happy, dreaded getting his mail—
He parked and let himself into the mansion. The staff was off for the evening and that was a relief.
He slipped on something on the floor in the doorway. He bent down and picked up an envelope and he knew it’d been delivered by him that evening or someone would have put it on his desk.
Lovely. We’ve escalated from the Garrison Keillor of Smallville to Freaky Stalker-Boy.
He took the letter with him to his bedroom. He could still smell Brandon on his skin and he liked it.
He lay on the bed, letter on his stomach, remote in his hand and mindlessly surfed channels a billion fucking channels and there’s still nothing on…
He gave in and opened the letter. The tone of this little missive was a bit different. Someone’s nose was out of joint.
“Dear Lex,
So you ran out of town I see. What’s the matter couldn’t stand the thought of seeing me? It’s okay. I was busy anyway. One or two guys in this town find me attractive even if you don’t. The words they used were ‘hot’, and they said it a lot.
Clark”
Great. Fuck you Kent. I don’t need to know who the hell you’re fucking. How about I come over and tell you all about Brandon and his—
Lex went into the kitchen and looked for something to shove in his mouth. His hand touched something smooth and warm on the counter. He snatched his hand away.
Goddamn! What the—how did he get this letter in here…He ripped the envelope open and tore the sheet out.
“Dear Lex, -- and he was already balling it but stopped and read—“ I’m sorry, I’m a dick and a liar. I just got hurt because you left and wanted to make you feel bad. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I was being stupid.
I think about you all the time, Lex.
I miss you.
Clark.
The idiot.
It did make him smile a little. He was an idiot, true. A big gorgeous idiot with hot lips and really nice hands, but…
The next morning, he left an envelope in the mailbox.
He’d written:
“Clark,
Thank you for keeping me abreast of Smallville’s cultural life. It’s so important that I keep informed as one of the town’s leading employers. I’ll certainly try to make an appearance at the next event. It wouldn’t do to keep myself separate from the people I rely on and who rely on me.
Thanks once again.
Lex Luthor
His mail that evening was interesting. All of it was dusted with ash, and had a faint smoky scent to it. There was no letter from Clark, but Lex knew his answer was coating the mail on his desk. He allowed himself a little smile, and went back to work.
tbc
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