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Summer Story part 15
And here it is--another part of Summer Story!
The Previous Parts are here, taking pictures of themselves and giggling, and it'd be cute only--ewwwwww.....
Summer Story
Lex slipped quietly downstairs and hoped that Clark wouldn’t hear him moving about. He’d waited until he was sure he was deeply asleep before going down to the kitchen. Leaving the light off and feeling his way to the phone he dialed a number he knew by heart, and waited, staring out into darkness for the phone to connect.
A Fumbling sound, click of plastic against plastic and a sleepy voice said, "Luthor Manor, Mr. Luthor is not available, how may I help you?”
“George, you asshole—I need to talk to you!” Lex hissed into the phone, his free hand slid over his head, and his fingers clenched around the phone. He tried to sound in command, and project his contempt at the same time.
“Lex! You aren’t allowed to call here--"
“Shut up! My father’s not there—I know he’s in Metropolis, and it’s you I need to talk to anyway. So...having a good time without me?” he couldn’t resist the barb, he knew how much George disliked him and the feeling was completely mutual.
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George snarled, a wash of anger flooded him-- Lex knew exactly what was happening to him. Lionel always took out his …disappointment on him when Lex wasn’t available. Little bald bastard—freak. He was calling to laugh at him, was he? —Well fuck him.
George pulled the phone away, ready to disconnect when Lex called out softly, “George, you can get back at him, help me and I’ll tell you how--"
“Go ahead,” George said carefully. “Talk.” Whatever this game was, it wouldn’t hurt to listen. And at any rate, Lex might laugh at him, but he never played the kind of games Lionel lived to play. Not yet.
Lex’s voice quietly continued, “You know where my father keeps tapes from the cameras?"
George froze—he knew about the cameras. He knew the location of each and every one of them. He also knew where the tapes were kept. Lionel thought it funny to play those tapes back to him from time to time. So yes. He did know where they were. He knew how to get access to the tapes. And no--he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it. Lex had no idea what he was asking.
“I need a tape—a specific one. I’m thinking he’s too arrogant to have destroyed this tape. That’s what he is, isn’t he, George. Arrogant enough to know he owns you. Arrogant enough to treat you like tissue—use you up, crumble you and never once ask what you want. Am I right George? Taking all the time, never asking what you want to give….” Lex’s voice poured into in his ear like a snake, slipped in and wormed it’s way into his brain. George listened avidly, Lex’s voice pitched low was seductive, compelling…George unconsciously nodded when Lex spoke again.
“Blackmail. George. I want to play a game of Blackmail with my dad. Join me?”
“What do I get out of it,” George whispered back and tried to hide his growing excitement. To have something over Lionel—finally—to get out from under his thumb, maybe be treated with some respect. Maybe get a something he wanted, yes. Lex was right. It was time he was actually seen. He quickly looked over his shoulder, and licked his lips. Yes…yes, I think I will… "All right. I think I can help.”
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Lex crept back up the stairs and slipped into his room, turning to the bed after easing the door shut.
It was only years of training in self-control, denying his dad the fun of hearing him scream that kept him almost calm and motionless when Clark’s hand fell on his shoulder.
“Clark. I—I was –in the bathroom.” He drew in a shaky breath and tried to relax stiffened muscles. He faked a yawn and decided rubbing his eyes would be over-playing it.
“No you weren’t, you were downstairs talking to George. Why?” He looked so unhappy that Lex sighed and closed his eyes. God. Why couldn’t he just have been asleep?
“What do you want from him, Lex--- what can than that weasel do for you?”
Lex slid around under Clark’s hand until he was pressed against him.
“Since we’re both up,” he breathed against Clark’s neck, “Let’s not waste this time, hmm?” He pulled Clark’s hips against his and felt him stirring and it always made him moan, and he didn’t stop it, Clark shivered and grew harder, his dick shifting across Lex’s as it filled. Lex rocked against him and bit lightly across Clark’s collarbone and Clark groaned and squeezed Lex’s shoulder. “Lex, Lex!” he gasped and Lex moaned again—“You're not getting away with this Lex—I’m not that stupid or that horny”—and gasped when Lex slid his hand into his boxers. “Stop! We need to talk.”
“Not now,” Lex whined, “Come on!” He slid down Clark’s body, skimming his shorts with him until his chin was pressed against the head of Clark’s dick.
“Oh god, Lex! No fair!” He grunted when Lex’s tongue swirled over the head of his dick and strong fingers gripped his ass and squeezed hard enough to hurt a human. It thrilled Clark to think that only he knew how strong Lex was. He rocked forward as Lex licked him and squeezed him and teased him, closed his lips over the crown, and he groaned around the fingers he shoved in his mouth when Lex gripped his ass harder, spreading his cheeks slightly and that always made him harder, and made him leak. He bit down on his own fist trying to muffle the sounds Lex forced out of him, pushed more of his dick into Lex’s mouth and it was so good, so warm and wet. Lex rubbed his tongue over him and pressed his dick to the roof of his mouth and Clark started to pant, his stomach muscles contracted, his ass tightened and his balls drew up—he was close, close…and Lex massaged him as he sucked harder—too much, too soon--
Clark came with a deep grunt, he bent over Lex and pumped once or twice until he managed to regain control and stood trembling until he was spent, and Lex let his dick drop from his mouth. Clark pulled him to his feet and backed him up until he fell onto the bed.
“Your turn,” he gasped and sucked Lex into his mouth. He wondered if it was as good for Lex as it was for him. He hadn’t worked up the courage to ask yet—and they’d not actually said, ‘I like when you do this or I like when you do that’…they just did stuff and relied on noise to guide them.
He knew that Lex liked when he pressed his tongue against the shaft and let the head slip into his throat and swallowed, like now—when they were alone Lex made so much noise, when they weren’t Lex bit down on the pillow, shoving as much as he could into his mouth and chewing on it as he jerked and jerked and screamed around the cotton filling his mouth. Clark wasn’t sure what he liked better. When his parents were around and they had to be quiet and not get carried away, it was kind of like Lex was tied down, tied up and not able to move, helpless, gagged--and fuck! Lex tied –he came again as Lex thrust deep into his throat and came, pressing the pillow hard over his face as he screamed into it—he lifted off the bed, he came so hard and Clark moaned through his nose and fucked the sheets frantically.
He was drifting off again with his face pressed against Lex's belly, warm, sated and content when a stray thought floated out of the depths of his sleepy subconscious telephone call?
He groaned. Damn, Lex was evil and than he drifted off into a dream that he was flying and Lex was wrapped around him and he was happier than he could ever remember being….
Fuck! He woke up with full body jerk and realized he was alone. He closed his eyes and tried to find Lex in the house, but he wasn’t in the house, or in the barn, or in the milking sheds, or – he went deeper into himself and concentrated harder---anywhere on the farm.
Damn it. That meant he was at the castle—at the castle with George. He wasn’t afraid George would hurt Lex—he wasn’t capable—not physically anyway. But whatever reason could bring George and Lex together had to be bad—bad with a capital B. He got out of bed, and hurriedly dressed—he needed to get there before Lex damaged himself.
TBC
The Previous Parts are here, taking pictures of themselves and giggling, and it'd be cute only--ewwwwww.....
Summer Story
Lex slipped quietly downstairs and hoped that Clark wouldn’t hear him moving about. He’d waited until he was sure he was deeply asleep before going down to the kitchen. Leaving the light off and feeling his way to the phone he dialed a number he knew by heart, and waited, staring out into darkness for the phone to connect.
A Fumbling sound, click of plastic against plastic and a sleepy voice said, "Luthor Manor, Mr. Luthor is not available, how may I help you?”
“George, you asshole—I need to talk to you!” Lex hissed into the phone, his free hand slid over his head, and his fingers clenched around the phone. He tried to sound in command, and project his contempt at the same time.
“Lex! You aren’t allowed to call here--"
“Shut up! My father’s not there—I know he’s in Metropolis, and it’s you I need to talk to anyway. So...having a good time without me?” he couldn’t resist the barb, he knew how much George disliked him and the feeling was completely mutual.
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George snarled, a wash of anger flooded him-- Lex knew exactly what was happening to him. Lionel always took out his …disappointment on him when Lex wasn’t available. Little bald bastard—freak. He was calling to laugh at him, was he? —Well fuck him.
George pulled the phone away, ready to disconnect when Lex called out softly, “George, you can get back at him, help me and I’ll tell you how--"
“Go ahead,” George said carefully. “Talk.” Whatever this game was, it wouldn’t hurt to listen. And at any rate, Lex might laugh at him, but he never played the kind of games Lionel lived to play. Not yet.
Lex’s voice quietly continued, “You know where my father keeps tapes from the cameras?"
George froze—he knew about the cameras. He knew the location of each and every one of them. He also knew where the tapes were kept. Lionel thought it funny to play those tapes back to him from time to time. So yes. He did know where they were. He knew how to get access to the tapes. And no--he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it. Lex had no idea what he was asking.
“I need a tape—a specific one. I’m thinking he’s too arrogant to have destroyed this tape. That’s what he is, isn’t he, George. Arrogant enough to know he owns you. Arrogant enough to treat you like tissue—use you up, crumble you and never once ask what you want. Am I right George? Taking all the time, never asking what you want to give….” Lex’s voice poured into in his ear like a snake, slipped in and wormed it’s way into his brain. George listened avidly, Lex’s voice pitched low was seductive, compelling…George unconsciously nodded when Lex spoke again.
“Blackmail. George. I want to play a game of Blackmail with my dad. Join me?”
“What do I get out of it,” George whispered back and tried to hide his growing excitement. To have something over Lionel—finally—to get out from under his thumb, maybe be treated with some respect. Maybe get a something he wanted, yes. Lex was right. It was time he was actually seen. He quickly looked over his shoulder, and licked his lips. Yes…yes, I think I will… "All right. I think I can help.”
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Lex crept back up the stairs and slipped into his room, turning to the bed after easing the door shut.
It was only years of training in self-control, denying his dad the fun of hearing him scream that kept him almost calm and motionless when Clark’s hand fell on his shoulder.
“Clark. I—I was –in the bathroom.” He drew in a shaky breath and tried to relax stiffened muscles. He faked a yawn and decided rubbing his eyes would be over-playing it.
“No you weren’t, you were downstairs talking to George. Why?” He looked so unhappy that Lex sighed and closed his eyes. God. Why couldn’t he just have been asleep?
“What do you want from him, Lex--- what can than that weasel do for you?”
Lex slid around under Clark’s hand until he was pressed against him.
“Since we’re both up,” he breathed against Clark’s neck, “Let’s not waste this time, hmm?” He pulled Clark’s hips against his and felt him stirring and it always made him moan, and he didn’t stop it, Clark shivered and grew harder, his dick shifting across Lex’s as it filled. Lex rocked against him and bit lightly across Clark’s collarbone and Clark groaned and squeezed Lex’s shoulder. “Lex, Lex!” he gasped and Lex moaned again—“You're not getting away with this Lex—I’m not that stupid or that horny”—and gasped when Lex slid his hand into his boxers. “Stop! We need to talk.”
“Not now,” Lex whined, “Come on!” He slid down Clark’s body, skimming his shorts with him until his chin was pressed against the head of Clark’s dick.
“Oh god, Lex! No fair!” He grunted when Lex’s tongue swirled over the head of his dick and strong fingers gripped his ass and squeezed hard enough to hurt a human. It thrilled Clark to think that only he knew how strong Lex was. He rocked forward as Lex licked him and squeezed him and teased him, closed his lips over the crown, and he groaned around the fingers he shoved in his mouth when Lex gripped his ass harder, spreading his cheeks slightly and that always made him harder, and made him leak. He bit down on his own fist trying to muffle the sounds Lex forced out of him, pushed more of his dick into Lex’s mouth and it was so good, so warm and wet. Lex rubbed his tongue over him and pressed his dick to the roof of his mouth and Clark started to pant, his stomach muscles contracted, his ass tightened and his balls drew up—he was close, close…and Lex massaged him as he sucked harder—too much, too soon--
Clark came with a deep grunt, he bent over Lex and pumped once or twice until he managed to regain control and stood trembling until he was spent, and Lex let his dick drop from his mouth. Clark pulled him to his feet and backed him up until he fell onto the bed.
“Your turn,” he gasped and sucked Lex into his mouth. He wondered if it was as good for Lex as it was for him. He hadn’t worked up the courage to ask yet—and they’d not actually said, ‘I like when you do this or I like when you do that’…they just did stuff and relied on noise to guide them.
He knew that Lex liked when he pressed his tongue against the shaft and let the head slip into his throat and swallowed, like now—when they were alone Lex made so much noise, when they weren’t Lex bit down on the pillow, shoving as much as he could into his mouth and chewing on it as he jerked and jerked and screamed around the cotton filling his mouth. Clark wasn’t sure what he liked better. When his parents were around and they had to be quiet and not get carried away, it was kind of like Lex was tied down, tied up and not able to move, helpless, gagged--and fuck! Lex tied –he came again as Lex thrust deep into his throat and came, pressing the pillow hard over his face as he screamed into it—he lifted off the bed, he came so hard and Clark moaned through his nose and fucked the sheets frantically.
He was drifting off again with his face pressed against Lex's belly, warm, sated and content when a stray thought floated out of the depths of his sleepy subconscious telephone call?
He groaned. Damn, Lex was evil and than he drifted off into a dream that he was flying and Lex was wrapped around him and he was happier than he could ever remember being….
Fuck! He woke up with full body jerk and realized he was alone. He closed his eyes and tried to find Lex in the house, but he wasn’t in the house, or in the barn, or in the milking sheds, or – he went deeper into himself and concentrated harder---anywhere on the farm.
Damn it. That meant he was at the castle—at the castle with George. He wasn’t afraid George would hurt Lex—he wasn’t capable—not physically anyway. But whatever reason could bring George and Lex together had to be bad—bad with a capital B. He got out of bed, and hurriedly dressed—he needed to get there before Lex damaged himself.
TBC
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hehehehe!!
This is great, sweetie, can't wait to see what happens next!!
:D
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Thank you so much!
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But so good when he's bad. *grins* love this story so much. Even if I suck the big one at leaving comments. *guilty look*
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Poor Lex, I feel so badly that he feels he has to do this to take care of himself and Clark.
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Lex is moving into dangerous territory here...oh yes, he is.
*bounce*
And Clark! He is that horny.
And he's havin' KINKY thoughts...
Whee!
*smooch*
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Craaa-zeeeee.
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I mean - that sneaky, sneaky Lex!! Clark had better find him and.. um, give him a spanking? ;D
Loved seeing all Clark's thoughts as he and Lex had sex - I find that kind of thing so incredibly hot!! And the little insertion of moments of fantasy? *pants*
Lovely, my dear!
*hugs*
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*wipes away tears of laughter*
Oh Clark, you're so funny!
God, that scene was hot! They still have more to learn about sex, right? We'll get to watch them learn it, right?
And you know, roxy, I don't think there would be anything immoral about shooting Lionel in the back while he ran away waving his hands in the air and screaming like a little girl. A little blackmail? Go, Lex!
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Guh!!
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--------->
"So Lex, what's in the box? It better not be what I think it is ..."
Button pops, slurping sounds heard, low growls echo off the walls
"Aaaah, that was great! Uh, what were we talking about again?"
"What movie to watch ..."
"Oh yeah, that's right ... how about 'Speed'?"
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Laughed. So. Fuckin'. Hard......
And just for you, yes! Lot's of discovery of "ooo--did you know it felt good when you..."
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And just for you, yes! Lot's of discovery of "ooo--did you know it felt good when you..." mmmmm...thank you! *big sloppy kiss* I'm looking forward to it.
Oh guh!
Dizziness at the heat!
Oh yeah, and plot *eg*
*SMOOCHES*
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