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Summer Story
Here is the next part of Summer Story. I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long.
Summer Story
Lex sighed and recounted the episode that had taken place at the castle. As he spoke Martha went paler and paler and Jonathan fumed more and more until he finally leaped to his feet in a rage. “That’s it! That son of a bitch is going to pay for that. Fucking bastard!”
He stamped to the key rack, but Clark stopped him.
“Dad, let’s not challenge him like that—going head to head with Lionel is never a good idea. Besides, I think he’d be willing to bow to Lex’s wishes in this—right Lex?”
Lex blushed and looked down at the table. Clark looked back at his dad, forehead creased in concern. “He doesn’t want to go back there, Dad. Does he have to?”
“Of course not!” Martha snapped. “There is no way he’s going back there. Lex, you’re staying here,” She went to the phone. “I’m calling that pervert myself!”
Clark grinned but stopped his mom. “Let Lex do it—Can you Lex?”
He smiled a brilliant smile and breathed. “Oh yes, oh yes I can,” he said.
Jonathan felt a moment of indecision. Okay, he really didn’t want Red going back there but…Red and Clark under the same roof? That was asking for trouble. He looked at Martha and she frowned, and nodded slightly. Okay. He relaxed a bit. She’ll figure it all out.
He smiled a little. Actually, he wasn’t displeased with the idea. Red was a good kid, his favorite of the group. Not that he didn’t like Pete and Whit a lot and missed them hanging out here, but there was always something different, something special about Red, something that stood out. It was as though he were supposed to be there with them. He shrugged and watched Red on the phone. When did the kid become a man? He’d shot up this summer, not so slight and frail looking anymore. He had muscle, and height and lots of heart—lots of heart.
When he turned to look at them, his eyes were red, but he had that chin up stubborn look and a small smile. Jonathan didn’t need to hear he’d gotten what he wanted—it was written on his face.
Good. Good.
*********
Of course, they were in separate rooms, Clark expected it.
But no one had actually said he couldn’t check on Lex in the night, just to see that he was okay. Just to see that he was sleeping all right and had enough covers. No one had come right out and said, Clark, keep in your room with the door closed. Don’t go into Lex’s.
He ghosted down the hallway, avoiding squeaky spots in the floor because it would be rude to wake his folks up, until he came to Lex’s door. He was breathing just a bit harder. The excitement of creeping about and trying to be quiet and the hope of being with Lex made him feel wicked and made him a little hard. He quietly opened Lex’s door and slid silently into the room.
The first thing that hit him when he came in was the scent—the room, which had always smelled vaguely of dust and benign neglect now smelled wonderful, smelled like powder and soap, and clean cotton, and a warm slightly musky smell that had to be Lex—he came closer to the bed, yes, a smell like skin and sun and salt. He leaned over the bed and inhaled and a small voice asked, “Are you going to stand there all night sniffing me? That’s what you’re doing right? Sniffing me?” Lex rolled onto his back and looked up at Clark.
“I hope that’s what you’re doing, because it’s kind of turning me on,” he grinned.
Clark bit back a little groan and got hard in an instant. He grabbed himself and squeezed and then yanked his hand away like he’d been burned. He reddened under Lex’s wide-eyed stare.
“Wow,” he said, “You are really—“ he blushed too, and pulled the covers down to reveal a tented pair of boxers, and Clark thought that was so hot, even if there were little winged pigs all over them.
Lex moved over, leaving a wide space of pale blue sheet and patted it-- and Clark kneeled on the edge of the bed. He bent over further until his lips were pressed lightly against Lex’s cheek and stopped. He looked down Lex’s lean form to his groin and lost himself in the sight of Lex’s dick straining against the flannel of the boxers, pulling the material away from his body. Clark watched it sweep towards his belly and just had to see—touch—he had to feel it. He shook all over and groaned when he rolled against Lex and pressed his overly sensitive dick against Lex’s hip. He could feel the heat of Lex’s body soak into his as he cupped a hand around his straining dick, rubbed his fingers over the fabric and felt the shape of his love’s dick, the heat, the wet spreading over the flannel--
Lex gasped and muttered against Clark’s neck, “You’re so hot—so hard, let me-" he pushed a slim hand into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and slid his fingers around his dick.
They were cool, and strong and the touch made his dick twitch and his eyes close. He panted harder now, the anticipation his slow creep up the hallway produced was far out weighed by the reality—Lex, Lex in bed with him, Lex thrusting against him, sucking on his neck, fucking his ear with his tongue, sweeping it along his chin and then their mouths met, the kiss was hard and wet and sloppy, and almost painful, teeth clicked and nipped at tender lips and he--they both ignored it, lost in the perfect, perfect heat and wet and Lex was holding him, stroking him, squeezing him in just the right way—oh god, Clark shuddered violently—if I don’t stop him now I’m gonna come—
“Lex. Lex—not yet—not yet,” and Lex groaned so loud and came hard against his leg. Clark was stunned motionless for a moment—that was so fucking hot!, and shook as a wave of heat swept him, rushed into his gut and blew out of him in torturous burning, spine cracking waves. He shook and moaned and coated Lex’s hand and belly with come and tears leaked out of his eyes and he tried to be quiet but he couldn’t stop the words tumbling from his mouth, ”Oh god, Lex, love-- I love you, oh god.”
Seconds later he heard Lex whisper in his ear, “I’m happy now.”
Clark lay on his back, grinning and panting up at the ceiling. Oh fuck yeah, he thought, Me too. And we’re going to be happy again and again….
TBC
Summer Story
Lex sighed and recounted the episode that had taken place at the castle. As he spoke Martha went paler and paler and Jonathan fumed more and more until he finally leaped to his feet in a rage. “That’s it! That son of a bitch is going to pay for that. Fucking bastard!”
He stamped to the key rack, but Clark stopped him.
“Dad, let’s not challenge him like that—going head to head with Lionel is never a good idea. Besides, I think he’d be willing to bow to Lex’s wishes in this—right Lex?”
Lex blushed and looked down at the table. Clark looked back at his dad, forehead creased in concern. “He doesn’t want to go back there, Dad. Does he have to?”
“Of course not!” Martha snapped. “There is no way he’s going back there. Lex, you’re staying here,” She went to the phone. “I’m calling that pervert myself!”
Clark grinned but stopped his mom. “Let Lex do it—Can you Lex?”
He smiled a brilliant smile and breathed. “Oh yes, oh yes I can,” he said.
Jonathan felt a moment of indecision. Okay, he really didn’t want Red going back there but…Red and Clark under the same roof? That was asking for trouble. He looked at Martha and she frowned, and nodded slightly. Okay. He relaxed a bit. She’ll figure it all out.
He smiled a little. Actually, he wasn’t displeased with the idea. Red was a good kid, his favorite of the group. Not that he didn’t like Pete and Whit a lot and missed them hanging out here, but there was always something different, something special about Red, something that stood out. It was as though he were supposed to be there with them. He shrugged and watched Red on the phone. When did the kid become a man? He’d shot up this summer, not so slight and frail looking anymore. He had muscle, and height and lots of heart—lots of heart.
When he turned to look at them, his eyes were red, but he had that chin up stubborn look and a small smile. Jonathan didn’t need to hear he’d gotten what he wanted—it was written on his face.
Good. Good.
*********
Of course, they were in separate rooms, Clark expected it.
But no one had actually said he couldn’t check on Lex in the night, just to see that he was okay. Just to see that he was sleeping all right and had enough covers. No one had come right out and said, Clark, keep in your room with the door closed. Don’t go into Lex’s.
He ghosted down the hallway, avoiding squeaky spots in the floor because it would be rude to wake his folks up, until he came to Lex’s door. He was breathing just a bit harder. The excitement of creeping about and trying to be quiet and the hope of being with Lex made him feel wicked and made him a little hard. He quietly opened Lex’s door and slid silently into the room.
The first thing that hit him when he came in was the scent—the room, which had always smelled vaguely of dust and benign neglect now smelled wonderful, smelled like powder and soap, and clean cotton, and a warm slightly musky smell that had to be Lex—he came closer to the bed, yes, a smell like skin and sun and salt. He leaned over the bed and inhaled and a small voice asked, “Are you going to stand there all night sniffing me? That’s what you’re doing right? Sniffing me?” Lex rolled onto his back and looked up at Clark.
“I hope that’s what you’re doing, because it’s kind of turning me on,” he grinned.
Clark bit back a little groan and got hard in an instant. He grabbed himself and squeezed and then yanked his hand away like he’d been burned. He reddened under Lex’s wide-eyed stare.
“Wow,” he said, “You are really—“ he blushed too, and pulled the covers down to reveal a tented pair of boxers, and Clark thought that was so hot, even if there were little winged pigs all over them.
Lex moved over, leaving a wide space of pale blue sheet and patted it-- and Clark kneeled on the edge of the bed. He bent over further until his lips were pressed lightly against Lex’s cheek and stopped. He looked down Lex’s lean form to his groin and lost himself in the sight of Lex’s dick straining against the flannel of the boxers, pulling the material away from his body. Clark watched it sweep towards his belly and just had to see—touch—he had to feel it. He shook all over and groaned when he rolled against Lex and pressed his overly sensitive dick against Lex’s hip. He could feel the heat of Lex’s body soak into his as he cupped a hand around his straining dick, rubbed his fingers over the fabric and felt the shape of his love’s dick, the heat, the wet spreading over the flannel--
Lex gasped and muttered against Clark’s neck, “You’re so hot—so hard, let me-" he pushed a slim hand into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and slid his fingers around his dick.
They were cool, and strong and the touch made his dick twitch and his eyes close. He panted harder now, the anticipation his slow creep up the hallway produced was far out weighed by the reality—Lex, Lex in bed with him, Lex thrusting against him, sucking on his neck, fucking his ear with his tongue, sweeping it along his chin and then their mouths met, the kiss was hard and wet and sloppy, and almost painful, teeth clicked and nipped at tender lips and he--they both ignored it, lost in the perfect, perfect heat and wet and Lex was holding him, stroking him, squeezing him in just the right way—oh god, Clark shuddered violently—if I don’t stop him now I’m gonna come—
“Lex. Lex—not yet—not yet,” and Lex groaned so loud and came hard against his leg. Clark was stunned motionless for a moment—that was so fucking hot!, and shook as a wave of heat swept him, rushed into his gut and blew out of him in torturous burning, spine cracking waves. He shook and moaned and coated Lex’s hand and belly with come and tears leaked out of his eyes and he tried to be quiet but he couldn’t stop the words tumbling from his mouth, ”Oh god, Lex, love-- I love you, oh god.”
Seconds later he heard Lex whisper in his ear, “I’m happy now.”
Clark lay on his back, grinning and panting up at the ceiling. Oh fuck yeah, he thought, Me too. And we’re going to be happy again and again….
TBC
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