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So--anybody ready for some twisty wrongness this fine day? Lucas was the most enormous bitch to me--but unlike Whitney, I didn't find it cute. He was such a little bitch that Clark felt obligated to behave, so bonus, I guess. Yes, yes, I know they're just fictional characters and this is making you a little uneasy, but hey! I have chocolate...ah? Ah?
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Lucas eased down the stairs to the foyer. He grabbed Lex’s car keys and took a jacket out of the coat closet, realizing it was Lex’s when he slipped it on. It was snug through the shoulders, and he was surprised. He didn’t realize his was bigger than Lex…when had that happened?
He stole quietly out of the house into the garage. He slipped into Lex’s Porsche, and leaving the lights off and hoping no one heard him, drove slowly out of the gates. The minute he was out of sight of the mansion, he tore down the road, music blasting, the windows open, letting the wind and the smell of the night flow through the car. He’d hoped it would clear his head but he just felt even angrier and more confused. He was so angry, tears filled his eyes and the wind whipped them away. Why did Lex keep hurting him? Why couldn’t he just give in to it? Why couldn’t he realize that normal rules didn’t apply to them? They were more than average, more than common—they were unique. More than human.
Lucas spent a lot of time thinking about the why of their differences and the cause of their differences. He’d come to realize it meant that they were destined to spend their lives together, maybe eternity....
Lex needed to stop trying to fight destiny. It was *supposed* to be this way. If he would only admit he wanted it too, it was so obvious. He always came for Lucas, always protected him-- he must love him just as much or he wouldn’t keep coming for him….
Lucas ground his teeth in a rage—except for *this* time…this time he’d had to beg his dad to let him come with Lex to Smallville, he’d had to throw every trick he had at him right up to blubbering like a baby…and had to work hard to make his dad think it was his idea. Lex hadn’t asked for him to come and that upset him-- he shouldn't have argued against taking him.
Lucas slowed as he reached the town limits-he didn’t want to get caught driving without a license, he wasn’t in the mood for dealing with whatever hick cop was out there eating donuts…he drove through town scrupulously following the speed limit even as he jittered with impatience to be moving, flying and then he was beyond the town limits again and suddenly he knew where he was going. He knew what he wanted. Lex was going to be sorry he treated him like that—he was going to hurt as much as he did.
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Clark heard an engine out on the road. It sounded like it was moving towards the farm—he sat up in bed, his heart speeded up a bit, it sounded like Lex's Porsche.
He heard it pull into their lane and got up to look out his window and saw the silver Porsche rolling up the drive, it’s lights out the engine cut off, it popped and sighed as metal cooled.
Clark felt a thrill of excitement.Lex! Coming to see me…—he glanced at his clock—damn—it was one o’clock…he hesitated a moment—well, his parents were asleep, they’d never know, and besides it wasn’t like he was doing anything more than standing in the drive way, they couldn’t mind about that—
He quickly threw on a pair of jeans and his sneaks and ran lightly down the stairs to meet Lex. He was thrilled—he *knew* Lex had felt that connection today, there’d been something in his eyes, his touch—maybe Lex wasn’t quite as straight as Lucas thought he was.
He walked over to the car and tried to compose himself, he didn’t want to look like a dork in front of himremember, he’s cool and suave and smooth and …God, so sexy…. !
He pasted on, his most nonchalant smile, leaned into the window and said
“Hey--" Stopped. “Oh.” He finished.
“Hey Clark, I thought…” Lucas’ smile dimmed in response to Clark’s less than enthusiastic greeting. His face fell a little. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, it’s just me.”
He looked so crest-fallen that Clark felt guilty and embarrassed. He’d hurt his feelings—he couldn’t just let that go. “No! I didn’t mean—I mean—I’m glad to see you. How are you?”
Lucas sighed deeply and Clark could see he was unhappy, in fact his eyes were red—could he have been crying?
He got into the car, and punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Lucas, what’s wrong? You didn’t drive out here in the middle of the night for grins.”
Lucas shook his head. “I kind of did Clark. I’m fine. Really”
“Hey, it’s me. Clark. I think I know you a little better than that,” Clark blushed deeply as Lucas smiled. “I’ve seen you fine—and this is *not* fine.”
Lucas laughed a little shakily and wiped his eyes. “Damn, I don’t usually all girly,” he sniffed.
Clark put an arm around his shoulder and shook him gently. “You can talk about it if you like, or would you rather be talking to your brother?”
He watched a shadow sweep over Lucas’s face, for a moment his eyes looked black as oil and it seemed as if his soft lips thinned in a sneer but it was gone so quickly, and in the dim glow of the interior lights Clark wasn’t sure if he’d really seen it, but the sob he heard decided him. Lucas was in real turmoil.
He laughed harshly, his voice hitched as he said, “My brother? My brother’s the problem.” He looked at Clark with wet eyes, his lower lip caught tightly between his teeth and his heavy brows drawn down and Clark felt a sharp stab of lust mixed equally with guilt. God, he should not be finding this kind of a turn on. He was some kind of pervert…but looking at Lucas’ mouth flooded him with the memory of how soft and sweet it had been and it was his first kiss and he really wanted to-- concentrate on what the man was saying, damn it!
“Clark, you have no idea how awful life is with him. He treats me like dirt; he swears that I’m out to screw up hi life.” He dropped his head and stared into his lap, his face hidden in shadows. “He hates me because he’s jealous-he thinks my dad favors me.”
"Oh—surely not Lucas!” But Clark had to admit, Lex was short tempered and kind of cold with Lucas. They argued a lot…and he’d seen the looks they gave one another. There was so much tension in that house.
“Every one thinks he’s so good—they have no idea. He’s a heartless son-of-a-bitch, he uses people. Like all those girls he’s always seem with. He doesn’t give a damn about them—he uses them and dumps them, like that!” He snapped his fingers and Clark jumped. He stared at Lucas open-mouthed. Not Lex—he was a good person, he knew it. He’d never do that.
“You think he’d a saint. If you were a girl Clark, he’d have screwed you and kicked you to the curb by now.” Lucas dropped his head again and his shoulders shook. He covered his face and Clark could hear the quiet gasps leaking out between Lucas tightly clenched fingers.
Oh crap, Clark was horrified. He’s really crying now, geez. He patted him awkwardly and wondered if he should hug him or…or kiss him—
Lucas turned to him suddenly and buried his head in his chest, sniffing loudly. Clark cradled him, patted his back and said “ummm…it’s going to get better, I’m sure, maybe I can talk to him for you, explain how you feel.”
Lucas nodded his head, and Clark jumped a little—the movement rubbed his mouth against his chest and his nipple pebbled up and tingled when Lucas’ lips grazed it. Clark felt a hot stab in his gut-- he had no idea that it could be that sensitive. When Lucas breathed out a gusty sigh, the hot air electrified him—his nipples hardened and a stronger rush of warmth swept him and settled in his groin. It felt good. Unconsciously he moved into Lucas, and Lucas opened his mouth, before Clark could lean away, his tongue was pressed flat against Clarks chest and heat, wet heat spread through the thin cotton shirt, he shuddered and groaned when Lucas nipped him, when he sucked hard on his nipple it sent a spike of pleasure shooting through him--he pressed harder and groaned loudly. Lucas lifted his head and Clark looked down.
“Please,” he said and everything he wanted was in his eyes.
Clark pressed his mouth against his. Yes. The kiss made him even harder, his tongue touched him lightly, stroking into his mouth, and then more and firmer and then Lucas was sucking on his tongue, his lips, biting him, and it was so real, so wet and hard and it made him want to yell.
When he pulled back, Clark’s head was spinning; he hardly knew what was happening to him, he felt a little wild, a little crazy… Lucas breathed, “Let’s get out of the driveway—is there somewhere where can we go?”
Clark shook his head, “I can’t leave. My parents—they’d be mad, I shouldn’t even really be-- oh god.! Lucas had him in his hand, squeezing his erection through the jeans, pressing his hot palm on him and he made a noise he was pretty sure had never come out of his throat before.
“Don’t you want to –unless you don’t like me?” Lucas looked so pitiful and so hot at the same time Clark was thoroughly confused. Why was he so shy, didn’t he have all that experience? Or had he been pretending...Clark knew what that felt like, and his heart went out to him.
“Clark, please—I want you to like me. I hope you like me,” he added, his voice small, quiet and his head ducked shyly again and Clark was overwhelmed.
“Oh—yes, I do,” he said and it felt wonderful. Lucas really liked him. The thought was exciting, as exciting as the hand kneading him and driving him insane. Forget his parents, just this once, he was going to break the rules, just once, besides, they wouldn’t understand this anyway—they wouldn’t get it, how this felt, like you’d die without more… he had to—*had* to know…and Lucas liked him and Lex was straight and a dick…god. He thrust up into Lucas hand and tried to get more contact.
“Yes, all right, I know a place where we can—where we can be alone,” he trembled as Lucas took his hand away, it felt like being thrown out into the dark, pushed away from the fire. He wanted it back right away, he felt alone….
Lucas smiled at him, a big slow heart pounding thing that took his breath away, and he licked his lips. Clark wondered fuzzily if his own lips were as red as Lucas’.
He was so beautiful….
******
Tsk, tsk, Lucas, such a naughty boy. TBC
So--anybody ready for some twisty wrongness this fine day? Lucas was the most enormous bitch to me--but unlike Whitney, I didn't find it cute. He was such a little bitch that Clark felt obligated to behave, so bonus, I guess. Yes, yes, I know they're just fictional characters and this is making you a little uneasy, but hey! I have chocolate...ah? Ah?
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Lucas eased down the stairs to the foyer. He grabbed Lex’s car keys and took a jacket out of the coat closet, realizing it was Lex’s when he slipped it on. It was snug through the shoulders, and he was surprised. He didn’t realize his was bigger than Lex…when had that happened?
He stole quietly out of the house into the garage. He slipped into Lex’s Porsche, and leaving the lights off and hoping no one heard him, drove slowly out of the gates. The minute he was out of sight of the mansion, he tore down the road, music blasting, the windows open, letting the wind and the smell of the night flow through the car. He’d hoped it would clear his head but he just felt even angrier and more confused. He was so angry, tears filled his eyes and the wind whipped them away. Why did Lex keep hurting him? Why couldn’t he just give in to it? Why couldn’t he realize that normal rules didn’t apply to them? They were more than average, more than common—they were unique. More than human.
Lucas spent a lot of time thinking about the why of their differences and the cause of their differences. He’d come to realize it meant that they were destined to spend their lives together, maybe eternity....
Lex needed to stop trying to fight destiny. It was *supposed* to be this way. If he would only admit he wanted it too, it was so obvious. He always came for Lucas, always protected him-- he must love him just as much or he wouldn’t keep coming for him….
Lucas ground his teeth in a rage—except for *this* time…this time he’d had to beg his dad to let him come with Lex to Smallville, he’d had to throw every trick he had at him right up to blubbering like a baby…and had to work hard to make his dad think it was his idea. Lex hadn’t asked for him to come and that upset him-- he shouldn't have argued against taking him.
Lucas slowed as he reached the town limits-he didn’t want to get caught driving without a license, he wasn’t in the mood for dealing with whatever hick cop was out there eating donuts…he drove through town scrupulously following the speed limit even as he jittered with impatience to be moving, flying and then he was beyond the town limits again and suddenly he knew where he was going. He knew what he wanted. Lex was going to be sorry he treated him like that—he was going to hurt as much as he did.
******
Clark heard an engine out on the road. It sounded like it was moving towards the farm—he sat up in bed, his heart speeded up a bit, it sounded like Lex's Porsche.
He heard it pull into their lane and got up to look out his window and saw the silver Porsche rolling up the drive, it’s lights out the engine cut off, it popped and sighed as metal cooled.
Clark felt a thrill of excitement.Lex! Coming to see me…—he glanced at his clock—damn—it was one o’clock…he hesitated a moment—well, his parents were asleep, they’d never know, and besides it wasn’t like he was doing anything more than standing in the drive way, they couldn’t mind about that—
He quickly threw on a pair of jeans and his sneaks and ran lightly down the stairs to meet Lex. He was thrilled—he *knew* Lex had felt that connection today, there’d been something in his eyes, his touch—maybe Lex wasn’t quite as straight as Lucas thought he was.
He walked over to the car and tried to compose himself, he didn’t want to look like a dork in front of himremember, he’s cool and suave and smooth and …God, so sexy…. !
He pasted on, his most nonchalant smile, leaned into the window and said
“Hey--" Stopped. “Oh.” He finished.
“Hey Clark, I thought…” Lucas’ smile dimmed in response to Clark’s less than enthusiastic greeting. His face fell a little. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, it’s just me.”
He looked so crest-fallen that Clark felt guilty and embarrassed. He’d hurt his feelings—he couldn’t just let that go. “No! I didn’t mean—I mean—I’m glad to see you. How are you?”
Lucas sighed deeply and Clark could see he was unhappy, in fact his eyes were red—could he have been crying?
He got into the car, and punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Lucas, what’s wrong? You didn’t drive out here in the middle of the night for grins.”
Lucas shook his head. “I kind of did Clark. I’m fine. Really”
“Hey, it’s me. Clark. I think I know you a little better than that,” Clark blushed deeply as Lucas smiled. “I’ve seen you fine—and this is *not* fine.”
Lucas laughed a little shakily and wiped his eyes. “Damn, I don’t usually all girly,” he sniffed.
Clark put an arm around his shoulder and shook him gently. “You can talk about it if you like, or would you rather be talking to your brother?”
He watched a shadow sweep over Lucas’s face, for a moment his eyes looked black as oil and it seemed as if his soft lips thinned in a sneer but it was gone so quickly, and in the dim glow of the interior lights Clark wasn’t sure if he’d really seen it, but the sob he heard decided him. Lucas was in real turmoil.
He laughed harshly, his voice hitched as he said, “My brother? My brother’s the problem.” He looked at Clark with wet eyes, his lower lip caught tightly between his teeth and his heavy brows drawn down and Clark felt a sharp stab of lust mixed equally with guilt. God, he should not be finding this kind of a turn on. He was some kind of pervert…but looking at Lucas’ mouth flooded him with the memory of how soft and sweet it had been and it was his first kiss and he really wanted to-- concentrate on what the man was saying, damn it!
“Clark, you have no idea how awful life is with him. He treats me like dirt; he swears that I’m out to screw up hi life.” He dropped his head and stared into his lap, his face hidden in shadows. “He hates me because he’s jealous-he thinks my dad favors me.”
"Oh—surely not Lucas!” But Clark had to admit, Lex was short tempered and kind of cold with Lucas. They argued a lot…and he’d seen the looks they gave one another. There was so much tension in that house.
“Every one thinks he’s so good—they have no idea. He’s a heartless son-of-a-bitch, he uses people. Like all those girls he’s always seem with. He doesn’t give a damn about them—he uses them and dumps them, like that!” He snapped his fingers and Clark jumped. He stared at Lucas open-mouthed. Not Lex—he was a good person, he knew it. He’d never do that.
“You think he’d a saint. If you were a girl Clark, he’d have screwed you and kicked you to the curb by now.” Lucas dropped his head again and his shoulders shook. He covered his face and Clark could hear the quiet gasps leaking out between Lucas tightly clenched fingers.
Oh crap, Clark was horrified. He’s really crying now, geez. He patted him awkwardly and wondered if he should hug him or…or kiss him—
Lucas turned to him suddenly and buried his head in his chest, sniffing loudly. Clark cradled him, patted his back and said “ummm…it’s going to get better, I’m sure, maybe I can talk to him for you, explain how you feel.”
Lucas nodded his head, and Clark jumped a little—the movement rubbed his mouth against his chest and his nipple pebbled up and tingled when Lucas’ lips grazed it. Clark felt a hot stab in his gut-- he had no idea that it could be that sensitive. When Lucas breathed out a gusty sigh, the hot air electrified him—his nipples hardened and a stronger rush of warmth swept him and settled in his groin. It felt good. Unconsciously he moved into Lucas, and Lucas opened his mouth, before Clark could lean away, his tongue was pressed flat against Clarks chest and heat, wet heat spread through the thin cotton shirt, he shuddered and groaned when Lucas nipped him, when he sucked hard on his nipple it sent a spike of pleasure shooting through him--he pressed harder and groaned loudly. Lucas lifted his head and Clark looked down.
“Please,” he said and everything he wanted was in his eyes.
Clark pressed his mouth against his. Yes. The kiss made him even harder, his tongue touched him lightly, stroking into his mouth, and then more and firmer and then Lucas was sucking on his tongue, his lips, biting him, and it was so real, so wet and hard and it made him want to yell.
When he pulled back, Clark’s head was spinning; he hardly knew what was happening to him, he felt a little wild, a little crazy… Lucas breathed, “Let’s get out of the driveway—is there somewhere where can we go?”
Clark shook his head, “I can’t leave. My parents—they’d be mad, I shouldn’t even really be-- oh god.! Lucas had him in his hand, squeezing his erection through the jeans, pressing his hot palm on him and he made a noise he was pretty sure had never come out of his throat before.
“Don’t you want to –unless you don’t like me?” Lucas looked so pitiful and so hot at the same time Clark was thoroughly confused. Why was he so shy, didn’t he have all that experience? Or had he been pretending...Clark knew what that felt like, and his heart went out to him.
“Clark, please—I want you to like me. I hope you like me,” he added, his voice small, quiet and his head ducked shyly again and Clark was overwhelmed.
“Oh—yes, I do,” he said and it felt wonderful. Lucas really liked him. The thought was exciting, as exciting as the hand kneading him and driving him insane. Forget his parents, just this once, he was going to break the rules, just once, besides, they wouldn’t understand this anyway—they wouldn’t get it, how this felt, like you’d die without more… he had to—*had* to know…and Lucas liked him and Lex was straight and a dick…god. He thrust up into Lucas hand and tried to get more contact.
“Yes, all right, I know a place where we can—where we can be alone,” he trembled as Lucas took his hand away, it felt like being thrown out into the dark, pushed away from the fire. He wanted it back right away, he felt alone….
Lucas smiled at him, a big slow heart pounding thing that took his breath away, and he licked his lips. Clark wondered fuzzily if his own lips were as red as Lucas’.
He was so beautiful….
******
Tsk, tsk, Lucas, such a naughty boy. TBC
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5/7/05 07:25 pm (UTC)BTW, I just picked up "Lex Luthor, Man of
SlashSteel #3", and it is *imperative* that you come up here some time and read it, because it was clearly put together with your personal kinks in mind. I am *reeling* with slashy goodness.(no subject)
5/7/05 07:36 pm (UTC)Ummm...they make waffles?
I've been hearing some terrific things about #3! I'm all a-quiver!
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5/8/05 12:34 am (UTC)Damn Lex for not understanding that incest is best!!
And Clark for being a big ole' hoor!!
*bounce*
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5/8/05 01:57 am (UTC)Sticky buns at dawn, knavelet!
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5/8/05 02:46 am (UTC)...
You mean, we'll be getting our buns sticky at dawn?
*snerk*
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5/8/05 03:55 pm (UTC)Good Lawd, Roxy! You've set up one hell of a messy triangle here.
I bet you can guess how I feel about that. *EG*
Right on!
Clark needs to get up off his butt (no matter how cute it is, or how cute *he* is getting so excited that Lex might have come to visit) and go visit Lex on his own!
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5/22/05 01:29 pm (UTC)you have no idea how happy that makes me!