roxy. Stand By Me 21part b

The finish of this bit ratchere--whew! My fingers are on *FIYAAAAH!!*

Before Lex could stop him Clark was on his knees on the dusty wooden floor, he had Lex’s pants open and his face against the fine silk briefs he wore, breathing in open mouthed against them, adding to the heat his own, feeling the damp spot over the tip of Lex’s straining cock with his lips, tasting silk and the salty tang of precome… “Lex. Lex.” he breathed, and Lex’s cock flexed against him. He mouthed it through the wet silk; licking and biting gently down, making Lex rise on the pew, the wood cracking with the shift in his weight, the sound making him jump.

He pulled air in through his nose and groaned—the smell of wooden floors with decades of dust ground into them, the faint scent of burnt wax, laced with the ghosts of ancient perfume and hair tonic and mint and the ink of hand printed programs—god!—the smell of *church*-- now forever over laid with the smell of Lex’s cologne: new roses and leather, with the smell of wet silk and the smell of Lex’s sweat wet skin, the scent of the curls brushing his lips, he’d never see the sun shining in those windows, painting the floor, the walls, *Lex*-- with triangles of pale green and red and blue without seeing Lex’s belly jerking as he sucked him, beads of sweat gleaming on him despite the cold….he’d hear him gasping and whispering his name, the sound echoing in the hollow spaces in the rafters, and drowning out all other sound forever. Forever.

His fingers trembled as he pulled at the button holding the briefs closed, keeping Lex away from him. The fabric released him and he took Lex’s cock in his hand, his eyes studying him, committing every part to memory, so he’d never forget what his love looked like, what he felt like. His lips parted as he watched a drop of pre-come roll over the tip, and Clark caught it on his tongue, before sucking the tip into his mouth, sinking down on Lex, swallowing him, pushing his head down, until his nose brushed the scarlet curls at the base, and both of them moaned, both of them reached out for each other. Lex begged for Clark to stop, and Clark pulled up in confusion and hurt.

“Why…did I…”

Lex laid his hand over Clark’s mouth, shook his head. He pulled him to his feet, reached down and unbuttoned Clark’s fly, pushing boxers and pants over Clark’s hard hips running his hands from the small of his back to the top of his thighs and Clark quickly fell into the rhythm, his cock jerked as Lex squeezed him, pulled him towards his waiting mouth. Clark cried out when Lex’s lips closed around him.

“Lex—oh! Oh!" Clark thrust into Lex’s mouth and Lex tilted his head so that he could get more of Clark in—and then he was spinning on the wooden seat, and Clark had his hips lifted and in his grip, swallowing his cock down like a Electrolux. He yipped in surprise, but when Clark’s cock nudged up against his lips, Lex eagerly took him in, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other searching, fingers trailing down his cleft…. Clark cried out and lifted his head. “Lex! I’m not going to last a minute if you do that.”

He gasped loudly as Lex pushed him deeper into his throat and slid a finger into the tight hole, Clark shuddered so hard the pew rocked and sunk down on Lex again, thrusting back to sink Lex’s finger deeper.

Lex groaned around Clark and moved his finger, searching for the spot he knew would make him feel even more…Clark moaned deep in his throat and the vibration, the wet, hot suction undid Lex, he came so hard his vision blacked out, starbursts of red exploded behind his eyes and Clark surged, his cock strained against the roof of Lex’s mouth and gushed. Lex worked frantically to swallow it all and keep Clark in his mouth.

Suddenly the world rocked and tipped and pain flashed from his head to his ass—Oh fuck! Clark!

He groaned as Clark popped unharmed out of his mouth and he opened his eyes to see the ceiling. “Oh God—you really have to get off Clark, you weigh a ton,” he gasped and Clark rolled off and sat up.

“Gosh! We’re on the floor!” he marveled, grinning from ear to ear.

“No, actually, *I’m* on the floor—you’re on me.”

Clark grinned sheepishly and shifted off of Lex. Lex sat up and grabbed Clark kissed him thoroughly and sighed at the taste of himself on Clark’s tongue. He pulled back and looked at Clark in awe.

“You taste—you tasted like lemon pastilles!” he exclaimed happily.

Clark’s nose wrinkled slightly. “Past--what?”

“It means you’re delicious, baby!” He hugged Clark in a burst of affection and sheer joy. Clark laughed and hugged him back.

“It was a good idea?”

“It was the best! Now—let’s get dressed and beat it out of here.” He climbed to his feet, rubbing the back of his head.

“Before we get struck by lightening!” Clark whispered and kissed where he rubbed his head.

“I was worried more about the garden club coming in to do the flowers, but…” he said dryly and shrugged.

Clark leaped up and quickly redressed himself, wiping his mouth on his hand and smiling quickly, sweetly, Lex thought, as he touched his swollen mouth and quickly ran his fingers through his hair.

“Okay?” he asked.

Lex nodded and as he bent to pull up his trousers, Clark surprised him by dropping to his knees, “Let me,” he said, and pulled the pants up around his hips. He smiled down at Clark when he batted Lex’s hands away and he re-zipped him, buttoned the button, buckled the slim belt again, kissed his clothed cock and patted him gently before standing again.

“All better,” he grinned. And Lex found it was possible to have one’s heart ache with love as well as sorrow.

And they lived happily ever after...if you stop reading here. For what really happens, you need to stay tuned! *evolgrin*

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